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I END WITH YOU

anakin skywalker x f!jedi!reader word count; 3,988 warnings; unprotected p in v sex, angst summary; you're too good, too noble. anakin doesn't understand why you feel the need to always protect him when he doesn't need saving. when you get hurt, it takes every ounce of willpower within him to not go insane. you don't seem to understand why he's so doting. you thought you had anakin skywalker figured out... ...but you have no idea how he ends.

One look was all it took, for Anakin could hear it in the silence.

“I need you.”

Anakin’s lips had already been pressed together, his brow already furrowed, for he was already royally pissed off. It’d been enough to be dragged on this wasteland of a planet by Obi-Wan, it’d been enough that she’d insisted that she should tag along, it’d been enough that absolutely nothing was going according to plan— and seeing her with a blaster wound to the bicep certainly didn’t aid in improving his mood.

It was bad enough he had to react like he didn’t care enough, pretend that for a moment, he didn’t fear that she wouldn’t react to move in enough time, that the little ray of blazing scarlet would pierce straight through her heart. It was bad enough that he had to watch her slice the wobbling green light of her saber through the battle droid’s chest all on her own, all the while clutching her arm.

It was bad enough watching her being patched up now, having to stare into her eyes that on the surface, seemed to mask her pain. But Anakin knew her better than anyone else— he could see right through that facade she’d so delicately crafted. All he could see now was her desperation, her desire to hold him close, to feel him so deeply like no other could. Anakin had to look away now, for not only was Obi-Wan approaching, but he knew that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to detach himself from her.

“You’ve certainly seen brighter days,” Obi-Wan said as he sauntered into the small alcove of the ship Anakin had accompanied her in. She tore her gaze away from the side of Anakin’s face to instead fixate on the Jedi Master, glancing down at her wound that C-3PO had since covered in Bacta spray.

“It’s no bother,” she replied, shrugging and raising her arm, much to 3PO’s dismay as he rocked the upper half of his body back, arms thrown in the air. “No, no! I am not done dressing your wound yet! You must keep it still or else your wound may open again and—“

“3PO,” Anakin’s bark of the droid’s name permeated the room and all seemed to still for a moment. She blinked at the sound of Anakin’s voice and swallowed down her desire to let it burn like a spark on a rope, trailing all the way down her throat and chest until it reached the frayed edges at the pit of her belly, setting her center ablaze. She shifted where she sat and dropped her head, along with her arm as 3PO— now silent— continued to wrap it.

Anakin turned to face his former Master as Obi-Wan eyed him right back, a wrinkle in his brow. Anakin only waited for him to continue, wiping his face clean of any feeling. After another few moments of the already prolonged silence, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a shoulder into the frame of the door.

“Master Windu summons us for a meeting as soon as we get back to the Temple,” Obi-Wan continued. “To discuss all that has transpired today, and such.”

Anakin sunk his molars down into the slimy flesh of the inside of his cheek, feeling his features harden as he turned away to face the panels on the wall.

“Great,” he replied, irritation laced in his tone. Obi-Wan knew Anakin well enough to know when something was weighing on his mind. But Obi-Wan also knew Anakin well enough to know when to not push his boundaries. He respected him enough for that, at least.

Obi-Wan sighed as he pushed off the wall, dipping his chin when he glimpsed back over to where she sat, 3PO finishing up the final touches of her bandages. “Rest well,” he said. “You will need your strength.”

She dipped her chin back to Obi-Wan, grateful for an excuse to avert her gaze. “Thank you,” she replied, and then Obi-Wan was off, brown robes trailing behind him and slowly disappearing behind the door as it slid closed.

“There,” 3PO finished her bandages at last. She glanced down at her wrapped arm, already feeling the bacta spray begin to set into the wound, sighing in relief as the pain began to subside. “Please do not move it around too much. Too much movement could lead to—“

“That’s enough, 3PO,” Anakin, voice still as deep as it was earlier, turned, sharp gaze slicing into the metal of the droid. 3PO turned to face his creator, “but, Master Skywalker, I must insist that she—“

“I assure you, 3PO, that she will face no further harm,” Anakin interrupted the droid yet again, arms uncrossing and dropping to his sides as he moved to step closer. 3PO, with his stiff arms held in the air, took a step backward, facing his Master. “Now go.”

3PO’s arms flailed as he turned, waddling his way towards the door. “How rude! A thank you would be nice every once in a while,” she could just make out from the droid before the door slid closed behind him and she bowed her head, picking at the edges of her bandages with her fingernails.

“You could be nicer to him, you know,” she murmured, not having realized that Anakin had drawn himself closer, not until the middle and forefinger of his gloved mechanical hand pressed beneath the underside of her chin. Her gaze was forced into his, her bottom lip quivering at the storm raging in the dark hues of his irises. Although she knew Anakin was angry, she could feel a spark set her skin ablaze at the sight of his tightly pressed lips, of his furrowed brow, tight jaw and exploded pupils.

She struggled to keep her thighs from closing together to ease the ache in her core.

“Why must you insist on getting yourself into situations that always end in you getting hurt?” Anakin snipped and she blinked when the thumb of his gloved hand curled around the curve of her chin, his grip tightening on her jaw. Her breath shuddered as Anakin’s stare dropped to her lips, to her throat, to her collarbone, to her clothes, as if searching for any further sign of injury.

Her bottom lip wobbled before she replied, “you can at least acknowledge that I do not always get myself hurt.”

Anakin breathed a humorless laugh through his nostrils at this, his jaw ticking as he straightened, dropping his hand from her face altogether to pace the floor. “You’re always putting yourself in front of others, in front of Obi-Wan, in front of me,” he shook his head and she stared at the scar slicing through his right brow to avoid his gaze. “As if we aren’t capable of protecting ourselves.”

Her quivering lips curled into a scowl at this as he looked anywhere but at her, chest heaving with the effort of keeping his anger at bay. “You’re angry with me for protecting you?” she repeated to confirmed and Anakin glowered her way. “I do not need your protection,” he hissed. “I can do it just fine on my own. Why don’t you look out for yourself every once in a while, you wouldn’t be in here today, hurt.”

A humorless titter tumbled past his lips and he shook his head again. “Foolish girl,” he muttered, the wrinkle in her brow dimpling. “I do not need you to belittle me, Anakin,” she hissed back. “Do you take me for a fool?”

Her heart pounded its fists against the inside of her chest— the last thing she wanted now was to argue with him. All she wanted was him, she craved him, needed to feel his arms around her, his fingers in her hair, his skin upon hers. But there, where that desire ached deep in the marrow of her bones, burned fury, white hot anger blitzing through her veins like a comet.

Did Anakin underestimate her? After all this time they’d known each other, grown with each other in the temple, learned together, trained together, fought together— did he misconstrue her power?

Her need for Anakin could wait— this berating of her dignity could no longer go on.

Anakin’s feet pivoted until he faced her, eyes searching her face, fleeting between her sealed lips, her clenched jaw, furrowed brows, heaving chest, sharpened features. He didn’t need to reach out and feel it to know she was upset, and it occurred to him that perhaps in his haze of rage, he’d misspoken.

He knew how capable she was, how skilled of a Jedi she was. There was no doubt about it— but what he hated most was how noble she was, how good she was. He hated that because she was too good, she’d spare not a second thought in battle. How it’d make her use herself as a shield to protect others, to protect him.

He couldn’t stand it, her need to protect him when his need to protect her blazed just as strong. Anakin couldn’t go on another minute knowing she’d been blasted all because he’d had his back turned, because she’d been quicker to react than him. Had he been paying attention, had he moved faster, he’d have been able to deflect the blaster bolt with his saber, he’d have been the one with the blaster wound instead.

His gaze flickered down to the bandages wound on her upper arm and he had to turn away, feeling the bitter taste of bile on the tip of his tongue.

“I do not think you are a fool,” he began. “But must you always be so noble?” She blinked, feeling her heart skip a few beats inside her chest. “Putting yourself in the line of danger for others, for me,” he shook his head as he paced to the other side of the room. “I cannot stand it.”

She straightened her posture where she sat, sucking in a deep breath. “If I infuriate you so much, perhaps it’d serve you well to quit doting on me all of the time,” she snapped back, unflinching even when his glare hardened, firing just like a blaster shot into hers. “You pay attention to me more than you do yourself. Do you know how much I would hate myself if you got hurt because you treat me like I am a child?”

Anakin stopped pacing, turning to face her once more. Either of his hands rested on his hips, bottom lip wobbling with his temper.

“You are not a child,” he replied. “And I am not doting. You misunderstand me.”

She shook her head, “I think I’ve got you pretty figured out, Anakin Skywalker,” she said with a humorless titter, rising from her seat to march her way towards the door. She couldn’t stand being alone with him anymore, not when she looked at him and didn’t know whether or not she wanted to pounce on him and kiss him until their lips bled or slap her palm across his face.

Just before she could make it within reaching distance of the door’s control panel, the glove around his prosthetic hand tight where it wrapped around her uninjured arm, stilling her where she stood.

For a moment, neither spoke. She pressed her lips together in a firm, thin line, her breath heavy as it exhaled through her nose. She willed her eyes to fixate on his, the action proving itself difficult, as they wanted nothing more than to drop to his lips. His gaze was so hot, it was blistering, and she swore she could melt in a pool of magma at their feet.

“You know where I begin,” Anakin spoke in a low, husky voice. Her bottom lip quivered— damn her soaked center for betraying her so. “But you’ve not even the slightest idea where I end.”

She blinked up at him, feeling a gate open somewhere inside of her, all her anger and frustration washing away as if with rain. All that remained in the downpour’s wake now was her libido, her desire to kiss him, her need to feel him, her lust for just him.

As the silence neared its end, Anakin’s features began to deflate, as if he’d reached out with the Force to feel him. She allowed herself to breathe, seal her eyelids closed, and reach an invisible hand towards him. Sure enough, she could feel him like a whisper on the tips of her fingers, like reaching out to graze her nails on the surface of the ocean.

When her eyes fluttered open again, his were closed, but not for long. She watched his eyelashes as they flit upon his cheeks, the veil of his lids sliding away until she was staring into that strange, enigmatic ocean in his gaze, his waters so dark, so blue, so captivating that she allowed herself to dive right in.

“Then lead me to your end,” she whispered breathlessly, feeling the gloved hand he’d had wrapped around her upper arm make its trek up the mountain of her shoulder, through the valley between it and her neck, up her throat and across the waterfall of her chin until his palm cupped her cheek. The pad of his thumb soothed over the flesh just beneath her bottom lip, and she shuddered.

Anakin sifted through the darkness of her pupils, his gaze so intense that for a moment, she believed he really was reading her mind, searching through the archives of her brain. But really, all he saw was her, as if she were in the limelight. All he could focus on was her, her breathing, her eyes, nose, lips.

He was a black hole, a bottomless pit etched into the earth, so dark, she realized that he was right: she wasn’t sure where he ended.

And Anakin pulled her right in.

They surged into one another like a wave crashing into another, his lips a seal over hers. Their tongues did a waltz inside where their mouths connected, Anakin quickly taking control. She mewled into his mouth as she clutched at his robes, tugging them forward as Anakin backed her into the wall, her back hitting the steel with a thud.

She was already so frustrated— yanking on the fabric of his robes, searching for an inch of his skin. His tongue was so strong over hers, his kiss so powerful, her mind was beginning to ooze into goo. Anakin’s hands moved away from her body but their kiss never once broke as he pushed the outer layer of his robes off his shoulders, letting the material pool at their feet.

She began unraveling his underclothes like he was a gift and he yanked the leather glove off of his mechanical hand, undoing the cloth belt around her waist with his other. Anakin tossed her belt off to the side, the flowy, outer layer of her top unraveling from her chest and he pushed the material down her shoulders, letting it join his robes on the floor. They pulled away for the briefest of moments, solely so Anakin could lift the tight undershirt away from her body before lifting his own shirt over his head. She pulled him in by the hem of his pants when he was done, tugging them down his thighs as he pulled down hers.

Skin. All she could feel was Anakin’s skin and oh, it was the softest thing she swore she’d ever touched before. He was like the richest of velvet, soft and so beautiful, a never-ending avenue for her lust. All she wanted to do all the time was touch him, never let his skin leave hers.

A hand snaked around to the nape of his neck to tug on the dark blonde locks there as his kisses broke from her lips to trace a line down her neck, feeling the edges of his teeth against the small curve of her collarbone. Her other hand clawed at the expanse of his back, hissing through her teeth at the pressure of his body against her wound. For a moment, Anakin seemed to realize this, his kisses slowing on her collarbone until she used the grip she had on his hair to draw him into her again.

“Don’t stop,” she mewled beside the shell of his ear, only hoping she’d be able to keep herself quiet enough. The notion that Obi-Wan was still on the ship lingered in the back of her mind, but she wasn’t so sure Anakin cared as much as his lips trailed down to the swell of her breast, nipping her between his teeth there.

Her head threw itself back against the steel wall, one of her legs lifting and bending to wrap around his. Anakin placed his palms on the backs of her thighs to lift her up, his body the only thing keeping her balanced.

“Anakin,” she breathed as he sucked marks into her breasts, teasing the bud of one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Through hooded lids, he glanced up at her, his lips never ceasing. She swiped her tongue between her lips for moisture, panting as he sunk his teeth into the flesh on the underside of her breast, sure to leave a mark. “Anakin!” She yelped and he released her skin, the bridge of his nose soothing up the valley between her tits as he kissed her skin.

“I can’t help it,” he breathed into her chest. “You are like a vice.”

She mewled again as she bucked her hips into him, feeling his erection beneath her.

“Please Anakin,” she murmured. “Just need you to be inside. Need to feel you.”

Anakin muttered a string of curses into her throat as he kissed his way back to her lips, peeling his mouth away from hers to rest his forehead against hers.

“Yeah?” He whispered, feeling her nod against his head. Anakin gazed down between her legs, at the glistening folds of her cunt, past it where the angry, pink head of his cock was. There was an ache deep in the pit of his belly for her that even he couldn’t believe he’d deprived himself of relieving for so long. “I need you too.”

She gasped as he rocked his hips slowly, the tip of his length prodding against the underside of her angry clit. Her arms tightened where they were wrapped around his neck, catching his bottom lip between hers, sucking as he steadied himself into position, clamping her teeth down into the plush, pink flesh when he slid himself in.

Only the head of his cock had breached her barrier but she was already crying, hot, fat tears slipping from her eye sockets and rolling down her cheeks. She was so desperate to feel more, to have him as deep inside of her as possible. She could feel her walls clench around him, inviting him further in. Anakin groaned above her, muttering a string of curses against her sweaty hairline as he pushed himself the last few inches in.

Anakin was so big, so girthy that she felt so full, felt like she hadn’t any room to speak, not even to breathe. She could feel him so deep inside of her where no other had been before, feeling him reach that hardly touched spot so far in her that just the mere graze of his tip against it felt like it seared a bruise.

“Anak—!” She cried before his lips were on hers again, muffling her sounds. His hips retracted before thrusting back in, his cock hitting her cervix again, making her vision go black and glisten with stars.

“I’ve never felt something as wonderful as this,” Anakin panted as he pulled back only to thrust himself back in again. “I could stay in your pussy forever.”

Her bottom lip wobbled and a mewl ripped from her throat as he clenched her thigh with his prosthetic hand, the other resting on the side of her neck, thumb just above the pulse of her throat.

“Let me see you,” Anakin whispered against her ear, pulling away as her eyelids fluttered back open, feeling that blistering stare surge back into hers.

But she knew what he meant.

She closed her eyes again and Anakin dropped his forehead to hers, his pace at a steady rhythm, his thrusts forceful, significant. She focused on the length of his cock nestled deep inside her warmth, on his warm skin on hers, on his breathing and the beat of his heart. All ceased to exist except for Anakin Skywalker, and she opened her mind to the sole being of her universe.

He felt like a breath of fresh air on the brightest day in Naboo, like when they visited their friend Padmé Amidala there and took a stroll through the Lake Country. He felt like the gentle, warm breeze that kissed her cheek. He was as warm as the smile he’d given her when they’d fallen on their backs in the plush, green grass. He was as tender as the words he’d spoken to her when he confessed his love for her.

Anakin Skywalker was truly a force like no other. He was power like she’d never felt before, more electrifying than even the rush that wielding her lightsaber gave her. He was stronger than even the feeling of the Force flowing through her veins was because in her eyes, he was her Force, her ground, her earth, her universe.

Anakin Skywalker was all that existed. He was all that was ever important. She never cared once for the oath she’d sworn under the Jedi Code when she was with him. She’d leave it all behind, let all her training and hard work go to waste, just so she could have him like this. Anakin was her centerfold, and she, his.

She stared at Anakin with a gentleness she’d never seen him in before and through their connection in the Force, he began to glow, like a star in a supernova. When she glanced down at herself, she found she shone the same. They were two stars in the middle of the galaxy reaching their end and she surged into him to brace for impact.

“Anakin!” She called his name into the connection and Anakin murmured her name back, feeling him brush against her cheek like the pad of a thumb. “I’m so close,” she mewled breathlessly and Anakin hummed in reply. He was so bright now, they were both so close that it was blinding. “We end together,” Anakin replied, sifting his fingers through her hair.

And they did just that.

Like a star in a supernova, she exploded and suddenly she was back in that small alcove of the ship, shuddering in the strong, warm arms of Anakin Skywalker. Her legs trembled with the force of her orgasm as it surged through her, her body melting into Anakin’s as thick, hot spurts of his own release flooded into her.

Their skin melted together as they both panted, chasing air back into their lungs and coming down from their highs. Using her arms still wrapped around his neck, she drew herself closer into him, nuzzling the side of her face against his chest. She could hear and feel his heartbeat there, matching the tempo of her own.

“I burn for you, Anakin,” her voice came out in barely a whisper. “It’s why I protect you— I’d be nothing if I were to lose you.”

Anakin said nothing for a moment and she took the time to bask in the warmth of the silence, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek.

“It’s because of how much I burn for you that I care so much about you,” he finally murmured his reply. “Because you are my purpose. I only end with you.”

a/n; okay six posts in a row, i am on a roll LMAOOO but ummmm... i actually feel proud of this one... i know... crazy 😵‍💫 turns out i write the best whenever i'm sitting in the bathtub LMFAO anyways! i truly hope you all enjoy this one :) i’ve enjoyed writing for anakin a lot these days! i don’t know why i never took the time to write for him before, he’s such a unique and complex character who is so fun to write for!

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fanfic-obsessed · 2 months

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No Memories, Just Vibes

There is a part of the Jedi Apprentice series that has sparked two different ideas, of which this is the first.

Early in one of the books, before Obi Wan is taken as a padawan, Qui Gon Jinn witnesses a duel between him and another initiate. Qui Gon perceives that these two pre teens (if I remember correctly, Obi Wan is a few weeks away from turning 13 and Bruck Chun was a few months to a year younger) are too angry and tells Obi Wan that he is destined to fall, that training Obi Wan would be a waste of time.

As traumatizing as this speech is, when we take into account Obi Wan’s entire story it is also, objectively, the single most hilarious thing that Qui Gon Jinn could say to Obi Wan Kenobi.

From this Two ideas were born.

IDEA 1

The first is that as soon as Qui Gon tell Obi Wan that he is destined to fall, the Force drops post Death Star Qui Gon into current time Qui Gon’s head. Except there are no memories, just vibes. So between one moment and the next Qui Gon goes from ‘I will not teach you. Get away from me’ to ‘this is my baby padawan, my little boy! Isn’t he precious?’.

And the Masters watching, particularly those responsible for assigning the Master/Padawan pairs, go ‘we were going to let you take the baby, until just now. Now we need do a psych eval’

And Obi Wan (twelve years old) is a mix of emotions that he is not sure there is a word for. Ten minutes ago he was hopeful that Qui Gon Jinn would take him as a padawan. Three minutes ago the same master shattered that hope and left him devastated. Now the Master who devastated him is now hugging him and babbling about a padawan braid and how Obi Wan is his son.

Nothing makes sense.

Eventually, after innumerable medical and psychological tests, Qui Gon is allowed to take Obi Wan as a Padawan. At some point, during the evaluations, Qui Gon comes to two ‘realizations’ (based on nothing but vibes). The first is that he decides that Obi Wan must be the chosen one, but Qui Gon cannot tell anyone, believing that Qui Gon would not be allowed to teach him (left over vibes from the High council not letting him take Anakin as a Padawan) and to not put excess pressure on the baby. He also decides that Obi Wan’s goodness (the vibe that Obi Wan is incapable of falling) is just what is needed to bring Xanatos back to the light.

It should be noted that Qui Gon communicates this plan poorly to Obi Wan, who perceives that Qui Gon took him on to be bait for Qui Gon’s fallen former padawan. Obi Wan, though lacking in much of the trauma that we associate with him, is fairly fatalistic and just shrugs, thinking ‘well, this might as well happen’.

As soon as Qui Gon is released from medical, he takes himself and his shiny new padawan haring across the galaxy looking for Xanatos. It takes long enough to find him that Feemor hears about what is going on and, out of concern for the child involved, goes to find them. When he arrives Qui Gon is waving Obi Wan at Xanatos going ‘I got you a baby brother.’

Feemor, somehow both too young and too old for this shit, goes ‘For Kriffs sake, Qui Gon’ and briefly steals Obi Wan.

At some point Obi Wan and Xanatos bond enough that the next time that Xanatos tells Qui Gon that Xan is going to kill him, Obi Wan pipes up saying that Qui Gon was the only master ho would take him and Obi wan really wants to be a Jedi.

Xanatos now has a new mission, to find a new Master for his little brother, so he can go back to trying to murder Qui Gon. (For handwavy reasons, we’ll call it the repudiation, Feemor is not allowed to take Obi Wan as a Padawan-Xanaots asked).

So now we have the weirdest chase in history. Qui Gon is vibing and chasing Xanatos. Xantos is leading Qui Gon on a chase and looking for another Jedi Master without getting skewered (because of the darksider thing). Obi Wan is being dragged along with Qui Gon, hoping that he gets to learn something about being a jedi before he is killed? He is not even sure. Feemor is following Qui Gon and Obi Wan, occasionally confiscating Obi Wan, because he is not sure anyone should be exposed to this much Qui Gon over any length of time.

They are also utterly ignoring both the senate and the Jedi council. Well Feemor and Qui Gon are ignoring the Jedi Council and the Senate. Xanatos, since he is not part of the Jedi Order any longer, is not bound to either. Obi Wan is actually filling out the required reports to the best of his abilities but the information boils down to ‘We continue to ignore the assigned mission, I am thirteen (having had a birthday in the interim) and cannot change that. Feemor is quite kind when he abducts me.’

You may or may not have guessed but this clusterfuck lands on Galidraan. Just before the fighting between Jango Fett’s True Mandalorians and Dooku’s Jedi is due to erupt. Qui Gon wanders through the tense standoff, stops and with no context whatsoever goes ‘Oh, everyone here is being tricked’. With him is thirteen year old Obi Wan, a tiny child. Xanatos, who beat them to the planet by about an hour strides dramatically as fuck from the other side of the potential battlefield shouting out ‘Qui Gon Jinn, you ass…’ before clocking the Jedi and going ‘Jedi’.

Feemor also lands and exits his ship from yet another direction, already looking like he had a headache, going ‘Qui Gon, what he Kriff’.

Now the tense standoff between the Madalorians and the Jedi is derailed as everyone involved goes from violent rage to baffled rage. Also everyone recognizes that there is now a kid on the battlefield and no one wants to be the one to fight a tiny child. This does eventually defuse things enough that contacts can be exchanged and everyone gets to realize that the governor is the asshole.

Qui Gon refuses to elaborate (and frankly is unable to elaborate, he has no information only vibes) on the ‘Everyone is being tricked’ thing. Or what he meant when he wandered up to Jango Fett, peered at him, and told him ‘You’re not the right one, but I won’t hold it against you’ (what Qui Gon means, even if he doesn’t realize it, is that Jango is not Cody). At some point or another during the time that they are figuring this out, everyone in the combined party of Jedi/Darksiders/Mandalorians/Other says ‘For Kriffs sake, Qui Gon’ (This includes two Deathwatch prisoners captured during the campaign).

Throughout this Xanatos keeps trying to corner other Jedi to get them to take on Obi Wan, except he is also not great at communicating his intentions, so it is perceived that he is trying to get rid of Obi Wan so that he can have Qui Gon to himself. No one is willing to question any further, though most are a little freaked out.

IDEA 2

The second idea is not quite as detailed. It’s a Read/Watch the series. Again we start from Qui Gon telling Obi Wan that he is destined to fall. The Force pulls everyone (initiates, knights, Masters, and the Council members) in the area outside of time where they watch the Movies and shows (Starting with TPM and watching in chronological Order: The prequels, The Clone Wars, Kenobi, the OT) with a focus on Obi Wan Kenobi.

So everyone gets to go ‘Oh, Obi Wan is actually awesome’. Except of course for Obi Wan, who nearly has a breakdown believing that this is proof that he should not be a Jedi knight (somehow convinced that the Purge/Order 66 is actually his own fault).

So now Obi Wan has a plethora of Masters who want to train him (including Qui Gon, who again believes that Obi Wan must be the Chosen One) , additional trauma of survivor's guilt before the events that he survived, and a shiny new appointment with the mind healers. He also has the admiration of the initiates that had previously bullied him.

The Jedi council is able to piece together enough information on the Sith to try and change things, with varying results.

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incorrectskywalkers · 2 months

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Fallen Order AU where Cere is killed and Cal is taken by Darth Vader with the intention of making him an Inquisitor. But when Cal’s psychometric abilities are revealed, Vader has a different plan in mind, one that causes certain truths and revelations to come to light. Cal didn’t know what he was getting into when he showed Vader what he saw through those echoes, but he really didn’t sign up to accompany said Sith Lord while he went through a midlife crisis.

Essentially, Vader finds out the truth about how Palpatine lied to him and how Padmé really died and also the fact that he has twins out there somewhere and decides “fuck palpatine” and drags a bewildered Cal - who becomes his unofficial apprentice of sorts - with him as he plots a way to take the emperor down and also, find his kids.

Also a Darth Vader redemption of sorts. He’s still a pretty shitty guy at the start and his whole reason for wanting to kill the Emperor is solely to avenge Padmé. He also has some murderous intent towards Obi-Wan for hiding his children from him and also, leaving him to burn. He’s in the mindset of believing that he wasn’t at fault and blames others for everything that happened, including his actions. But gets a hard wakeup call from Cal when he shows him just how shitty things are and what the Empire, what he has done and finally thinks “oh, I’m the problem” and from then on his slow redemption starts as he sets out on attempting to repair the damage done as he starts back on the rocky path towards the light. He also trains Cal, who at first goes “fuck that and fuck you” but eventually the two become a duo. Like Vader and Starkiller if Vader was going through a crisis, stumbling through a path of redemption and Starkiller was his tired, annoyed, unofficial apprentice who was unwillingly dragged along for the ride.

#im very tempted to write a fic based on this premise but i already have an ongoing work #and i am awful at balancing multiple fics at once. but one day!! i might #star wars #star wars au #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #cal kestis #darth vader #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #not a quote

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moonlight-prose · 10 months

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ahh hello lovely!! Your Sinful Soiree is gorgeous and looks so fun! So excited to read what you make for it.

And would love to send something in! I think about your kinktober Obi-Wan all the time, would love to please request something for him + this prompt: “shh. there’s people in the other room.”

Hope you have a great day! 💖💕

SWEETENED CRAVINGS

a/n: so i sat on this for a bit trying to find the inspo for obi-wan again. but i seriously didn't expect to get it back to this degree. i wrote this quickly and possibly not even paying attention to what i was putting on the paper because my mind was going a mile a minute. so this is probably extremely messy, but i hope you enjoy it darling. (also thank you for reigniting my love for this man. i am now swooning again).

summary: "he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved."

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, bad explanation of the force, cumplay, cumeating, obi-wan being a tease, possible exhibitionism (if you squint with a magnifying glass).

If you could scream, you would. You would allow every sound you pushed down, every whimper you bit back, free. In fact you wanted to hear it echo around you. Until he went deaf with it. Although knowing him, he’d want that too. He’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.

“F-Fuck. Obi—” Your head fell back against the wall behind you, nails digging into the rough fabric of his robes.

His eyes met yours, the brilliant blue still stealing your breath after so many months of seeing them like this. Darkened with a lust that reverberated through your entire body. A feeling unlike any other. When in fact it was you that showed it to him first. You who got to watch as he discovered what real pleasure felt like—what it did to his psyche.

“I know darling,” he whispered, his lips glistening in you.

One hand gripped your leg that was slung over his shoulder, the other focused on prolonging every little sensation that coursed through you. His fingers curled, brushing against a spot that he always found with astounding accuracy every time. And he watched—a small smile playing on his lips—as you nearly crumpled in on yourself. A sharp gasp leaving your mouth.

“I can’t…” Oh but you wanted to. You wanted to dig your hands into his hair and drag him back to your cunt that practically pulsed with each shift of his hand. You needed to fall off that cliff.

“Yes,” he said, his voice slipping into a tone you were rather familiar with. A demand that only came from a general in war. “You will.”

Nodding without another thought on the matter, you felt his tongue slip back through your folds. A sound clawed up the back of your throat as heat filled your stomach, spreading to the very tips of your fingers. But you fought against it. Did whatever you could to hold it back in your chest. Except then he sucked your clit into his mouth, a soft moan reverberating through your entire body.

A cry tore from your throat, your thighs shaking in his grip. You were right there. And you tried to drag it closer, allowing it to fill your entire being with that white hot burn you loved. You craved it. Desperately needed the sweetness that only he could give to spread along your tongue, but you felt it began to fade. Whatever licked hotly at the edge, sunk back into the darkness.

“No,” you gasped. “No, please. Please I want to—”

He rose to his feet, his hand covering your mouth with fingers that were still covered in your slick. “I know. I know what you want.”

A muffled whine echoed beneath his palm. You hoped that the sound would spur him on; show him how much you needed him to continue. Yet it only made him smile. A light in his eyes that told you he wasn’t done with you yet. Far from it.

Shuffling with one hand, he pulled at his robes with a speed that suggested he wasn’t as calm and collected as you expected him to be. In fact, seeing you like this—tasting you on his tongue—drove him to the brink of a madness he could no longer deny. A state of being he’d happily settle in permanently.

He gripped your leg, hooking it around his hip as the firm head of his cock swiped through your folds. Sending a shiver through your entire body. A broken moan escaping you. He nudged at your clit, his hot breath panting across your skin, and you nearly told him to get it over with. To finally give you what you both wanted. But the feeling of him sinking into you completely, until his hips met yours, sent your head flying back. A ragged cry slipping free.

“Darling,” he grunted, his forehead falling against your temple, eyes squeezed shut.

You couldn’t even get coherent words out, a muffled sound coming out louder than you intended. That only made him press his hand down harder, his lips coming up to your ear, the soft grunt he let out shaking your entire being.

“Shh. There’s people in the other room.” He kissed the spot beneath your ear that sent a shiver down your spine. “I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that? Can you be good?”

You’d go out onto a fucking battlefield with no weapons at this point. As long as he continued with whatever he had planned. Obi-Wan controlled your entire being, bending you to his will, and you happily allowed it. What more could you want? When he held you like the most precious thing in the galaxy; when he looked at you like you were his north star. His eternal light in the battle against darkness.

Nodding, you felt him pull out slightly, only to press back in with a stunted thrust that had his head falling forward. Neither of you would last very long—not with the prospect of possibly getting caught hanging over your heads. Whichever of you thought fucking in the Jedi Temple was a good idea was certainly not thinking about the consequences.

“So tight,” he gasped, his other hand pulling your leg up higher, allowing him to sink in a bit deeper.

His body shook, teeth digging into his bottom lip, as he realized just how quickly this would be over. Obi-Wan—though a little more experienced than last time—still found himself unable to hold on at times. Not when your walls were so tight around his cock. Each flutter sending him a little higher, the self control he prided himself on, slipping further and further away.

“I’ve got you.”

Another short stunted thrust caused your hips to hit the wall softly, but it did exactly what you needed. His cock pressed against that blinding spot that had your eyes welling up with tears. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, eyes rolling back as the release he had built up suddenly came roaring back.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered, his speed quickening to chase that feeling he felt build up in the base of his spine. “So good for me darling.”

A whimper was pressed into his palm, your hips canting up to match his thrusts with weak movements.

“I’ve got you.” He gasped, his forehead falling to yours. “I want to feel it. Please. I need it.”

He slammed into you, feeling your cunt clamp down around him as you clawed at his back. Ripping his hand away, his lips pressed against yours, swallowing every sound you made and giving you his in return. He grunted with each thrust, your slick coating the coarse hair at the base of his cock and giving him a chance to perfectly grind against your clit.

“I-” You pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips together. “I’m—oh—”

“Yes,” he panted, his tongue sliding against yours, hand moving down to grip your hip. “Let me feel you.”

One final grind of his hips against yours sent the wave of bliss you’d been grasping for through you. A sob of his name was swallowed by his fervent kiss, your spine arching until you were pressed fully into him. Something burst forward, enveloping him whole, and it was only when he shuddered finally reaching his own peak, did you realize it was you.

A bright light of a feeling you could only define as purely Obi-Wan shoved into your body, sending you higher than before. He cried into your mouth, his hand slapping against the wall beside your head as he shook, sinking into the heat of the Force that you drowned him in.

“Fuck,” you sighed when you finally began to come down, your head spinning from the high that still lingered in your body. Sparking up and down your spine.

He chuckled, remaining as close to you as possible, even as his cock softened inside you. “I believe we got a bit carried away.”

You smiled, cupping the back of his neck. “So much for being quiet.”

“I can come up with an explanation for the noise.”

You scoffed. “And what pray tell is this explanation? I apologize for the noise but I couldn’t stop myself from eating out my lover in an empty room.”

His cheeks stained red until it crept up to his ears. “Something of the sort.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’d much rather prefer the term intelligent.”

You laughed, feeling his lips press against your neck, his own smile curving against your skin. “Whatever you say General Kenobi.”

A soft growl echoed in his chest at the sound of you using his title, his teeth digging into your throat. You sighed softly at the feeling of his cock twitching in curiosity, the knowledge that you wouldn’t be leaving this room any time soon now dawning on you.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his hips pushing forward, eliciting a high keening moan from your throat.

“G-General—” His thumb spread the mixture of your cum along your swollen clit, pressing down until your hips jerked forward—painful sparks shooting up your body.

“Good girl.” A wide smile curved on his mouth, the thumb that had been against your clit, now running along your bottom lip, opening you up. “Now.” He moaned at the feel of your tongue against his finger. “Where was I?”

#obi wan kenobi x f!reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan x reader #obi wan smut #obi wan kenobi #my writing #sinful soiree🥀#babes the fact that you continue to think about that kinktober fic #makes me so happy

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help-me-obi-wan-ur-my-only-hope · 2 years

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The things they actually let happened in Kenobi

A ten-year-old girl sassing Obi-wan's ass off and nearly giving him a mental breakdown after meeting for 5 minutes

Some bitchy jedi refusing to talk to his apprentice for a decade

Obi-wan burying his and Anakin's "lives" together in a coffin for a decade in the middle of the desert on Anakin's home planet

Obi-wan hallucinating his ex-now-enemy

Obi-wan and Anakin having a force bond that's strong enough to reconnect at a single thought after a decade across the entire kriffing galaxy

The third sister doing impressive yet absolutely unnecessary complicated acrobatics on her way to hunt Obi-wan

A Child's body in ember

The Empire having a torture device (that looks suspiciously like a bdsm machine) in the middle of a huge room with several linked corridors

The Empire putting windows along a corridor under the ocean

A critical Empire building without any kind of air defense

Bail Organa spelling out the location of Vader's son's hiding place over an unsecured comm

A ten-year-old and a man in his forties believing they were taking care of the other

Everyone believing someone with magnets is a real jedi because jedis are so mysterious no one has any idea about their oisk

Obi-wan trying to negotiate with a Jawa

Darth Vader abandoning what's possibly the center hope of future rebellion over a single jedi and refusing to listen to advice

Duels that supply my mental breakdown material for 5 years

Vaderkin regretting the instant he started dragging Obi-wan over a fire for just a little bit after 10 years of immense hatred toward him

Also Vaderkin joining the Obi-wan Obsession Group and kept chasing his ass once he knew where Obi-wan was

Two men fighting each other by throwing rocks, which ends up with one of them crying and the other immediately freaking out

Vaderkin not saying "I have the highgroud" back

#weird sith obsession with a jedi named obi wan #kenobi series #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #darth vader #vaderkin #obikin #vaderwan #star wars #canon

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aspenstarflare · 10 months

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Time for more Clone wars Head Cannon time:

-The 501st and 212th defiantly have bets against each other of the state of Anakin and Padmé’s relationship but also Obi-Wan and Cody’s. Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, and Boil organizing these bets whenever the two legions are together (of course under the noses, of General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Cody).

-Kix sleeps literally with one eye open, due to his Jedi trying to escape the medbay every time he falls asleep. Every time he drags them back to bed he always mutters something along the line of “stupid self sacrificing jedi ideology, whoever thought the force was a free pass to self neglect will feel my wrath.”

-Speaking of Kix, the entire 501st and also the 212th by extension are terrified of him, once 10 droid invaded his medical tent and he took them all out on his own without a blaster. He also can single handily drag one of his jedi or troopers to the medbay without effort.

-Fives and Echo, the chaos twins who bring destruction wherever they go, will try to sneak into Anakin’s council meetings get into his line of sight, and try everything that is possible to make him laugh. During one meeting where they are more particularly funny Anakin just stands there in a council meeting trying to be silent and stiff as a board while he’s shaking from laughter and mace goes “Is something funny skywalker?” and fives falls on his head from doing a handstand at that moment and Anakin loses it and bursts out laughing like a maniac but refuses to explain why to the council ever. So for the rest of the history of the council, they all think Anakin finds Yoda going on mission to be kriffin hilarious.

-After tough missions the troopers of the 501st like to huddle together in a cuddle pile (although only Ahsoka calls it that), Ahsoka discovering this one night while they were all sleep in their huddle, hopped into the pile and snuggled up with them as she couldn’t fall asleep because of a nightmare that has her in a panic attack and Anakin was no where to be found. Cut to the next morning Anakin is panicking about where Ahsoka is and bursts into the barracks to ask the troopers if they’ve seen Ahsoka just to find her in the pile of his troopers between Jesse and Fives. He finds the sight too wholesome to disrupt so he takes a picture of it and leaves. Letting his children sleep in. He ends up framing that picture in his quarters much to Ahsoka’s annoyance when she finds it.

-Sometimes when the clones in the 501st have a illness like a cold instead of going to Kix (much to his annoyance) they to to their General. Sometimes they just want General Skywalker’s hugs, reassurance, and help. Appreciating the fatherly presence and warmth he gives them. He also happens to be really good at spotting when his troopers are ill, which Kix does actually appreciate because better they get General Skywalkers help then no help. (And Anakin does eventually tend to bring his sick troop to the medbay to make sure they’re alright)

-Sometimes on missions where locals are around a person or two has flirted with Ahsoka making her annoyed and uncomfortable as most of them tended being men older than her, but even the people who are age appropriate make her uncomfortable too as she isn’t interested in anyone at all. Usually Anakin would cut in and tell them to Kriff off and get away from his Padawan, but this time, Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Hardcase beat him to it. With Fives punching the 30 year old guy in the face, Echo shoving him to the ground, Jesse kicking him in the side, Hardcase stepping on him hard so he can’t move, and Rex telling him to never speak or go near his little sister again, telling him to kriff off before he faces a fate worse than death. Anakin smiles at them proudly while Ahsoka silently cries happy tears in the background from being called a “little sister” by her vod.

-I believe it’s already canon or a really universal headcanon that the clones speak mando, but I believe once Anakin and especially Ahsoka learn this they are both immensely determined to learn how to speak it, much to the hesitance to the 501st initially, they aren’t sure as it’s something that their’s. But quickly they get really close to both the commander and general and adopt them as their Vod’ika and Buir and teach them a few words until by the near end of the war it escalates to basically the entire language. (Anakin cries a lot when he learns what Buir means)

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 3 months

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A Pirates Life For Me

Pairings: father Killian Jones x child/teen!reader

Imagine: what it would be like to be Killian Jones child

Warnings: none really, mostly fluff, and Killian Jones being the best father ever, I guess there’s some spoilers for those who haven’t watched all seasons I guess, mention of when he died, NOT proofread yet

A/N back to writing ya’ll (hopefully), thought I’d start it of easy with some headcanons, so a few other will come out too but this is the first because recently I’ve been obsessing over Killian again along with Obi-Wan Kenobi and Hunter (from tbb)

Side note half of this got deleted and couldn’t really remember what I wrote so it’s definitely not as good as the first draft

First things first you were raised on the Jolly Roger, you would most probably grow up as a pirate, and when old enough you’d help him fighting against the other pirates that would attack you at times

I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to deal with wearing dark colored clothes, he doesn’t do light color therefore neither do you at least until you’re old enough to decide for yourself what clothes you want

You’d beg Killian to buy you the biggest hat ever as you read somewhere that pirates has hats, he never bought you that hat… he did steal a tiny hat that fit you perfectly though…

He was scared to death that he would be like his own father, but don’t worry he’s both like that he’s the best and he’d never leave you like that

Your initials are written beside the wheel (you know where he wrote with his hook for Bae/Neal)

Things you carved into the ship as a kid can still be seen in the most random places

He childproofed the ship, put child locks on nearly every cabinet not knowing if it was child appropriate things in them as the crew would put their things in random places, he did not find the thought of you finding a knife, sword, or gun and accidentally hurt yourself very comforting

Adopted child, biological child, doesn’t matter he loves you the same.

Depending on when you were born you might of watched The Dark One rip the heart out of your father’s lover

One of many traumatic events

Killian values you more than anything else, if he had to choose between revenge or you, he’d always choose you, he’d do anything for you even if it meant him dying

He still knows how to say no to things though

He made a mental list in his head on things he would teach you

1. How to sail

2. How to navigate with stars

3. Sword fighting

4. How to survive on Neverland (just in case Pan decided to kidnap you or something to mess with him)

5. How to escape from Neverland

6. What plants are poisonous or not

7. Do not make deals with the dark one

And then the list goes on and on, he would want to teach you everything he knows about everything really, he just doesn’t want you to make the same mistakes he did, or to end up being a villain as he wants you to get your happy ending

Somewhere along the road you got dragged into wanting to help your father get revenge, nearly succeeded in multiple occasions, but as it turns out villains don’t really get their revenge

You once made the crew find a hook and clothes similar to Killian’s and later on that day you’d run up to Killian, hand clutching a hook and act as if you were the captain of the ship, imitating your father (with a really bad “adult” voice). He would let out a wide smile, eyes twinkling and a soft gaze as he looked down at you trying to reach the wheel. He’d eventually pick you up and let you steer the destination as he helped you turn the wheel the other way than he had set the course too. This was also the first time he taught you how to sail. Or somewhat, it wasn’t like you took much of the information in as you soon got bored and went to watch over the railing at the crashing waves.

Btw I’m tired of fics where Captain Hooks child likes Peter Pan, why because a parents ideals usually sets with the child, meaning you’d probably hate Peter Pan and Rumplestiltskin as much as your father does

He would tell you stories of his older brother and how he was a hero and he wished you’d met him, you would eventually in hell though later as you went to rescue your father so that’s fine, turns out he wasn’t the hero your father made him out to be, but that’s fine you only need one hero and that’s your dad

He would also tell you stories of his adventures, it made for quite the long entertaining tales as he tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead before continuing his story which he altered to be a bit more child friendly and a bit more dramatic

He lets you have some of his clothes when he’s going away for a long time because he knows you’ll miss him

He lets you wear his jackets/coats, you freezing he’s already put his jacket/coat over you, even if they’re too big for you , he loves how adorable you look in it as he’s reminded that you’re still just a child and he doesn’t want you to grow up

He’d try to teach you how to paint, might succeed might not still he loves the bonding time he’s good at painting in any universe you can’t tell me otherwise

He hates seeing you hurt

If you get hurt on a raid he’d made sure whoever hurt you would suffer, you want him kiss the injury better, he’d do so in a heartbeat even if it meant his reputation would falter slightly

He starts dating someone else (Emma) he’d make sure that person treated you right, if not he’d dump said person

If he founds out you like someone he wouldn’t be overprotective, he’d still be protective but he’d mostly be supportive. He’d tease you about it until it became annoying, he’d encourage you and give you advice (even if most of his advice failed)and if it failed he’d be there to comfort you through it all

You’d blame Emma for turning Killian into a dark one and you’d blame Emma for Killian’s death

When you rescued Killian from hell he promised you he’d never die again if not of old age and that he’d never take of his good luck ring ever again as you thought he jinxed it by giving it to Emma

You were glad for his sake when he married Emma just because you saw your father happy with someone else again and not just grieving and seeking revenge for his ex lover

He hugs surprisingly great, he’s like your human sized pirate teddy bear

He misses the times when you would come into his room late at night after a nightmare and crawl under the covers and cuddle close to him, not because you had a nightmare but because he liked that you knew you would always be safe with him

He would hate that you’d have nightmares after his death and you no matter what age you are in would sometimes go into his room to make sure he was still alive and maybe even sleep beside him, he’d wake up to you sprawled out over the whole bed clutching his side tightly as if you were afraid he’d disappear

Will make sure you get your happy ending

He’s just father material it’s as simple as that (just look at Nook, love Nook though but original Hook is the best)

#Killian Jones #x reader #x you #x y/n #x child!reader #x teen!reader #killian jones x daughter!reader #killian jones x fem!reader #killian jones x teen!reader #killian jones x reader #Captain Hook #captain hook x reader #ouat x reader #Killian jones x gn!reader #Killian jones x child!reader #Killian jones x son!reader

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jessicas-pi · 6 months

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ok look i need to elaborate on the Satine Accidentally Creates A Mandalorian Empire (also adopts people) AU because once i start talking i can't stop.

This all starts because Satine isn't searched thoroughly enough when she's captured by Death Watch. Because a pacifist Duchess wouldn't carry any weapons, right?

Wrong! Just because she's a pacifist doesn't mean she won't defend herself, remember? It just so happens that she carries a deactivator pistol, which shoots energy blasts capable of taking out droids, and it also just so happens that Death Watch's new leader is part droid.

Satine disables Maul's legs moments before she would have been impaled.

Bo-Katan tries not to cackle as she informs Satine that she is technically the new owner of the Darksaber. In any other situation, Bo would be furious, but the irony of it is just too much.

Anyway, time skip ahead. Satine is trying to maintain Mandalore's neutrality in the war while also keeping the Nite Owls on a metaphorical backpack leash and negotiating with the remaining Mauldalorians. She refuses to carry the Darksaber, so Bo puts it in storage with Satine's old armor. (The Ahsoka-on-Mandalore arc doesn't happen, FYI.) Then, they get news of the whole Empire deal. The Death Watch Mandalorians try to throw a party at the news of Order 66.

Then Obi-Wan shows up on their doorstep with a heavily pregnant senator and a little girl.

Padme is brought to a medcenter for treatment, and with better care, she survives the birth of her children.

But more important than that is Reva Sevander.

Because in this universe, Obi-Wan sensed one single light in the darkness of the temple, and lifted the trembling girl from the pile of bodies she'd hidden herself in. Obi-Wan takes her to Mandalore along with Padme. A Mandalorian doctor treats her wounds as she breaks down, sobbing out the truth of what happened.

Soon enough, rumors are flying from Mandalorian to Mandalorian, murmuring that the Jedi children were slaughtered too.

Some warrior Mandalorians hate Jedi more than they love children. Most of them love children more than they hate Jedi.

They nearly start another civil war over which one of the clans should be allowed to adopt the jet'ika girl. Finally, Satine steps in, proclaiming that this fighting is only hurting Initiate Sevander, and that the child will be Satine's personal ward.

Word gets out.

Vader sends his first Inquisitor on a mission to kill the Initiate and any Mandalorians who dare to defy the Empire's orders.

Bo-Katan sends the Inquisitor back in several pieces.

(The Empire decides to hold off on attacking Mandalore just yet.)

Anyway, Vader isn't the only one to hear about Satine adopting a Jedi girl. Word spreads to others.

Ahsoka comes first, dragging a tied-up clone Captain and demanding the use of a medcenter immediately. A few weeks later, Kelleran Beq and Grogu arrive. Caleb Dume follows, too weary to be afraid of what could happen to him.

Mandalore--which is nearly next door to Dathomir--picks up a distress signal that nobody else could have. Bo-Katan and squad of Nite Owls (including their newest recruit, Ahsoka) investigate, and they bring home a ragged Jedi and a little girl. Satine, who will never regret helping the Jedi but has been getting severe stress headaches at the number of floating objects in her life, nearly breaks down in tears when she hears the Dathomirian child excitedly discussing the undead with their newest Jedi rescue, a redhead boy who won't explain why he refuses to take off his gloves. She didn't sign up for this she didn't sign up for this she didn't sign up for this--

It doesn't stop her from taking in each new Jet'ika they find. The Sundari palace is full of younglings, and while Bo-Katan complains about it frequently, she's having so much fun as the wine aunt to two dozen miniature Jedi (and she even encourages her Nite Owls to listen for rumors of surviving Jedi and rescue them).

(Ahsoka becomes the unofficial go-to babysitter for Sabine and Tristan, and while I'm not a fan of Force-sensitive Sabine in canon, the hilarity of it in this AU is too much to pass up because imagine Ursa's face when Ahsoka breaks it to her that so um just FYI your daughter has space magic.)

Okay, enough about the Jedi (for now.) On to the war against the Empire!

So, Satine has been facing a lot of moral dilemmas, including what do you do when your enemies are evil and they're attacking your borders and they really can't be reasoned with? and she's solved most of them by giving Bo-Katan begrudging permission to "handle it." She's made it very clear that civilian casualties are absolutely unacceptable, and Bo-Katan huffs and says fiiiiine.

But then a nearby planet besieged by the Empire sends a plea for help. What can Satine do? Refusing goes against everything she stands for, but this would be a counterattack by Mandalore, not just self-defense!

In the end, there's no other answer. She sends the Nite Owls (and a Jedi who volunteered) to help the people and hopes that will be the end of it. She has her hands full already just trying to protect Mandalore!

But it happens again. And again. Satine still refuses to start a war against the Empire.

That changes when Sundari itself is full-on attacked.

Now, here's the thing about Satine.

She wasn't always peaceful.

It was the aftermath of the civil war--the destruction, the death, the needless suffering without a purpose, the fighting that she had been a part of--that made her a pacifist.

But when she runs to the palace window to look out at the city, listens to the bombs falling and the frantic comms from Bo-Katan's forces about the losing battle and the dying civilians, sees the Jedi rushing to shelter their children because one reason the Empire is here is to kill them, Satine remembers why she fought.

She spent fifteen years rebuilding Mandalore to be a peaceful, thriving society that no longer destroyed itself, and now someone else has come to burn it to the ground.

"Bring me my armor," she commands in a low, cold voice. "And the Darksaber."

The Empire is about to find out what happens when a pacifist goes to war.

#i will elaborate even further later as I didn't even get to the mandalorian empire part of this au #but i gotta go to work now so this will have to do for now #unwilling mand'alor satine AU #star wars #star wars au #satine kryze

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captainkirkk · 11 months

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All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Natsume Yuujinchou

the smallest things by taizi

In which Takashi comes into the Fujiwaras' lives much earlier on.

Untamed

Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (+ podfic)

(In order to make Wei Wuxian feel welcome at the Cloud Recesses, and to make sure people give him the respect he deserves (and definitely not to get into his pants), Lan Wangji hires him to be his advisor.)

“Lan Zhan, did you hire me just so you could punish people for disrespecting me?”

“No,” Lan Wangji said. “It is a side benefit.”

“Why did you hire me?”

“Because you are knowledgeable and skilled,” Lan Wangji said, “and I trust you to assist me in my work.”

Because everything is easier with you around and because I feel like a part of me is missing without you and because you can say things I can’t and because I need you he did not say.

“And you secretly like being a bitch to people,” Wei Wuxian added, with a sly grin.

Clone Wars

The Past Remains by otherhawk

The war drags on leaving trauma and destruction in its wake. After a bereaved Master is accused of harming his padawan, Obi-Wan is sent to talk to her, dredging up memories of his own past.

Betting by Proxy by kotekenobii

Newly transferred to the 212th Attack Battalion, Proxy finds himself cornered and given a secret mission by none other than THE Marshal Commander Cody.

Hic Sunt Lodices by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)

"..... Why do you live in a cave?"

Obi-Wan smiles, careful not to show his sharp teeth. "It's peaceful up here. The long climb means most people don't bother me, and no one might try to take my things. Also, maintaining a cave gives me plenty of space for my research without the expense and fuss of maintaining an estate."

He pulls out one of the large cushions so he can sit comfortably across from Cody. "I research magic," he explains. "Can't do it myself, but I have a good line in alchemy, chemistry, and pharmacy. I enjoy studying the more theoretical aspects too. So time and peace to do my reading and writing are important to me."

Cody nods slowly, his eyes sharper, more alert as he scans over the lair and the eclectic collection of items. Then his golden brown eyes drift to Obi-Wan. "Are you a dragon?" He asks, voice rough from exhaustion.

"Ah." Obi-Wan grips the hem of his skirt. "A bit? A bit dragony. Yes. That's fair."

Learned Men by Trixree

It becomes the Question—the one every vod is talking about from the bridge of the Negotiator to her dark bowels where the laundry rooms churn and chug along: who takes care of the General?

In which Obi-Wan is touch starved and his men take notice.

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once

'Drake?’

Tim felt like he was choking. His throat was tight. He couldn’t swallow.

‘Damian?’ He managed.

Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And-

Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t-

How had he been so stupid?

Or: Tim comes out to Damian and prepares for the entire family to know by morning. It just so happens that Damian can keep a secret. Multiple, actually.

Wedding Album by Ididloveyou_once

'Let’s elope,’ Tim said, a little desperation leaking into his voice, ‘we could be on our way to Thailand by the end of the day.’

‘Actually,’ Conner’s amused eyes flickered toward Tim's family gathered at the dining table, ‘I think we’re going to Greece now.’

Or: Tim and Conner are getting married and everyone wants to be involved (snapshots of wedding planning very loosely connected by the creation of a wedding album).

#i've been procrastinating making this for like 2 weeks straight #it's winter in australia and i'm SO sleepy #fic recs #my posts #weekly fic round up #dc recs #sw recs #untamed recs #ny recs

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cinna-wanroll · 3 months

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The Cold Around Us, the Fire Within

Hi everyone! I recently wrote this for the Cody Day fic exchange, if you would like to check it out. I’ll also put the full fic under the cut if you would prefer to read it here. @codyday2224

Here are the tags included:

Commander Cody does not flinch in the face of death. As blaster bolts glide by, as missiles fly, as the ground sparks flame, and fire begins to spread. When ribbons of red run down his forearm, his battle uniform torn, he is as steady as a wroshyr tree.

Under Cody's guiding hands, the 212th Battalion carves a path through an icy battlefield. The air is dry and biting, the grass brittle beneath his battle boots. Despite the weather, Cody is sweating from the heat radiating all around. Fires from explosives are pushing their ranks back, forcing them to flee the choking black smoke. The field of vision in his bucket narrows to the point where he takes it off and hooks it to his utility belt, in a place usually reserved for his general's lightsaber.

Someone calls from nearby, "Commander!"

Cody narrows his eyes, unable to trace the sound's direction. As he turns to seek out the voice, a detonator splits through the shadows, rolling to a stop a few feet away.

Cody runs, but not fast enough to avoid the blast radius. Weightlessness slows time down, showing him one last look of chaos.

Blaster bolts are the only interruption to the engulfing darkness, the shouts and cries of soldiers muffled. He fully expects to get up after he hits the ground. Fleetingly, he thinks that he should demand a different assault formation. But Cody isn't wearing his helmet, so when he lands on an icy block, there are no formations of which to think.

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Consciousness is slow to return, starting in his fractured skull and spreading to his fingertips. Reality seems happy to supply him with all kinds of inconvenient awareness. For example, how much smoke he has inhaled from being out for, well, at least longer than ten minutes.

He pushes the sensation away and sits slowly, preparing to comm his general. Then he hears it– nothing. There is no roaring madness, only the dim rumble of fire.

Shit, fire.

Cody forces himself to his feet, which slip out from under him on the frozen ground. He falls on his ass hard, probably earning him a bruised tailbone along with– everything else.

The second time he gets up, he gains enough traction to stumble away from immediate danger.

After a few minutes of walking, he tries his comms, which fritzed during the explosion, it would seem.

He moves towards a mountain formation in the distance as twilight falls, adrenaline finally beginning to fade into tremors and chattering teeth. Then again, that may be the cold.

Even with his high metabolism, an unshakeable chill settles into his bones. He shudders bodily at a cave's entrance, slumping down on the stone floor. Sleep beckons him– mocks him.

Just a bit longer, it encourages, and he believes it. If you rest for just a bit longer, you can build a fire.

Before he can register what's happening, visions of the day's horrors plague him.

He is running to a brother, already dead in the shallow grass. He is lifting a droid above his head, prepared to throw it directly into the line of programmed fire. He is steadfast, and he is righteous. He is in pain. Pain that runs deeper than flesh, pain that finds him even as he sleeps.

"C-Cody," it requests of him.

He tries pushing it away, the sting it brings.

"Cody," it demands his attention now, dragging him away from blood spatter and flame. It shakes him awake suddenly.

"What," he asks, but his voice is so weak he barely recognizes it.

"Cody," it repeats in a Coruscanti accent.

His eyes fly open, and he sits up immediately, "General?"

Obi-Wan gazes down at him intently. His hands haven't moved from Cody's shoulders, and he's just– hovering above Cody, brows creased in worry. It is significantly darker now than he remembers, deep shadows creasing Kenobi's face.

"Commander, you know fleeing battle is a punishable offense."

Cody sighs, "Does it count if there was no battle to flee?"

Obi-Wan only quirks a brow at him in return, a challenge. The tease is Obi-Wan's roundabout way of asking what happened and if Cody is alright. Were he feeling generous or less– shit, he might explain. But he's not, so instead, he says, "Only you could be a greater headache than a cracked skull, sir."

Obi-Wan smiles down at him, but it falls away as he shivers violently.

After a beat, he asks, "Where did you go?"

Cody counters, "How did you find me?"

"Well, there certainly wasn't a smoke trail to follow," Kenobi grouses, indignant.

"Go on, then."

Obi-Wan says nothing in response and finally leans out of Cody's space. The freezing absence he leaves has Cody closing his eyes and curling up on the ground once more. The only sounds for a while are those of his general wandering around to gather sticks and foliage blown in from some rainstorm or another. By the time he has a fire lit, Cody has adjusted mostly to his various aches and pains.

He opens his eyes, and the small fire in front of him is nearly enough to convince him he never left the battlefield. If it weren't for the weariness in Obi-Wan's gaze, he could've been fooled. Obi-Wan's eyes are always ablaze during a fight, fire or not.

Cody wants to ask where the rest of the 212th is, what happened, and why Obi-Wan would come so far out on his own, but he has no energy. Suddenly, his throat feels impossibly dry, his body impossibly hot.

Roaring heat, licking up from the ground, charred flesh, ignited armor–

As he blinks, Cody finds Obi-Wan above him once more, a hand pressed to Cody's forehead.

Cody flinches.

"You–," Obi-Wan says, and then falters.

When Cody says nothing more, Obi-Wan continues, "You're burning up."

Burning, everything is burning–

Obi-Wan clicks his tongue before asking, "May I touch you?"

"What?"

"Your neck," he elaborates, looking down expectantly.

"I–," is all Cody can get out before coughing.

After a moment, he provides a weak nod.

Obi-Wan's fingertips are cold, and Cody's pulse jumps beneath his careful touch. As he applies faint pressure to Cody's neck, the visions of violence begin to fade, replaced only by the pleasant weight of Obi-Wan above him.

After a while, he asks, "Force?"

Obi-Wan hums, "No. I'm stimulating your vagus nerve."

Cody chuckles.

"What? Oh, stop that."

When Obi-Wan's hands creep towards the base of his skull, sharp pain shoots down Cody's spine.

"Sorry," Obi-Wan says, drawing away.

Finally, he asks, "What happened?"

Cody musters his strength, recounting the detonator blast and the ice his skull made fast friends with.

"I see," Obi-Wan muses after, staring absently at their small fire.

"I ordered a retreat at some point when I couldn't find you. I tried comming you, but it was all static. Had we stayed much longer, many more would've died from lack of oxygen."

Kenobi begins to tap the ground thoughtfully, his eyes wandering everywhere but Cody, "I remained behind to search for... you."

For your corpse, he doesn't say.

"Instead," he continues, "I found a trail of blood leading away from your helmet."

Cody wonders if he's imagining the tension in Kenobi's voice. He can picture all of the explanations Obi-Wan's mind supplied him for what happened. Cody knows the reserved worry on his face all too well.

"I'll be alright," he says, "did you let everyone know where you were going?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan says, "of course. But most soldiers were sent straight to medical, and we can't spare reinforcements right now because they're all aiding the 501st, about 10 klicks west. Anakin and his company will pick us up when daylight returns."

"A whole night without post-battle flimsiwork," Cody says, "what fortune."

A shiver wracks him, though he feels overheated. Next to him, Obi-Wan's teeth chatter faintly. Despite the fire, the atmosphere remains frigid.

"I can't let this one go," Cody whispers.

"I know what you mean."

Cody has gotten little sleep as of late. Each battle seems to roll into the next, like relentless waves in an endless ocean. He is the battered lifeboat against the winds, perilously pushed in a direction no one could know. There are other things at play, he is certain of it. Phantom currents tweaking his fate this way and that, toying with him.

Obi-Wan would tell him to trust in the Force, but Cody finds Obi-Wan far more reliable.

"Tired?"

Cody hears the question as if from a dream. He wonders how he can possibly answer without telling Obi-Wan of all the nights he lay awake, adrenaline-fueled, nightmare-stirred, or otherwise.

He settles on, "Just peachy," because of course he's tired.

He knows Obi-Wan is, too. He is, frankly, sick of being a better tactician than any droid and still having to bury his brothers. He is sick, he is tired, and he is in pain. They all are.

"I see them too, you know," Obi-Wan says, "the fallen. In all manner of horrible ways."

"How do you get them to stop?"

"You're not going to like my answer," Obi-Wan warns him.

Cody shrugs and immediately regrets it, pain lancing across that area. There are a lot of things he doesn't like, but he needs rest.

"How does one get anything to stop? Time."

"Brute force," Cody supplies, glancing up to meet Obi-Wan's eyes.

They crinkle around the edges in a handsome way that Cody lingers on too often.

"Matters of the mind prove more delicate, I've found," Obi-Wan says, sliding down to lay on his side next to where Cody is.

"What about matters of the heart," Cody asks, sly.

"Ah, deflecting I see."

"What," Cody razzes him, "you would recognize that, wouldn't you? It's one of your finest tactical abilities."

Obi-Wan scoffs, "My tactical abilities are what keeps us out of even more trouble."

"General," Cody says, suddenly serious, "are you alright? Did you sustain a head injury in combat? Perhaps you have acquired a concussion."

His general laughs good-naturedly before looking at him in a way that gives him hope. It is hope he shouldn't have.

"Where matters of the heart are concerned," Obi-Wan begins, "you need a great deal of bravery."

"What else?"

Obi-Wan shrugs, "Tact certainly doesn't hurt."

"You're so full of shit," Cody says, but he doesn't mean it. What he wants to say, he never will, at least not until things change.

"For example, telling someone they are full of shit while they’re flirting with you would not be considered romantic," Obi-Wan points out.

"Well, I wouldn't know."

After a moment, Obi-Wan considers him thoughtfully, "I am grateful you pass the time so easy, Commander."

Cody narrows his eyes, "Are you thanking me for being a distraction?"

"Albeit a pleasant one, but yes. That and more."

Cody asks, "What else am I to you, then?"

He knows Obi-Wan wanted him to ask the moment that spark goes in his cloudy blue eyes, and he presses close to Cody.

"You make a wonderful space heater, my dear."

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody

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renlyslittlerose · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 23 - Virginity

Today's prompt: hi are you still accepting kinktober prompts? can i request obikin's first time? you've referenced obi wan making moves on anakin just after his knighting in a couple of the fic so far and i'd love to see how that went down xx

Intertwined - 4,645 (lol) Rating: E Content: Loss of virginity; First time; Top Obi-Wan; Bottom Anakin; Anal sex

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“Are you finished eating?”

“I guess I could—”

Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s wrist and tugged him up from his chair in the dining hall. Obi-Wan mumbled a quick apology to the rest of the table, fellow Jedi staring at the pair with raised brows as Anakin was practically dragged from the hall by his Master.

“What’s going on?” Anakin asked, the ghost of a laugh on his lips. He stumbled but stayed upright, his long legs catching him as they rounded a corner.

Obi-Wan kept his grip on Anakin’s wrist, his skin soft and warm to the touch, pulse point already beating rapidly.

“You’ll see,” Obi-Wan said, and tugged Anakin further along.

They rounded another corner before following the hallway toward Obi-Wan’s quarters. It was only early evening, the sun still hovering above the horizon, with fellow Jedi tending to their duties. Obi-Wan knew it was brash and reckless and perhaps unseemly, but he couldn’t wait any longer than he already had. Anakin had been taken from him after being knighted, ceremony and courtesies having to be seen to that distracted them both, Anakin being pulled in one direction while Obi-Wan was expected to look the other way - to be contented with letting Anakin leave him to forge his own path.

But they both knew that would never be the case. Even as Anakin’s Padawan braid was cut the bond between them remained just as tight. Obi-Wan could feel Anakin as much as Anakin could feel him, a steady comfort broken up with spikes of fear, dashes of annoyance, and a persistent ache of longing. A longing that Obi-Wan had tried to quell - to swallow down whenever he caught himself staring too long at the length of Anakin’s lashes, or the jutting of his bottom lip, plush and pink and wet. Or the way Anakin’s body felt against his own while they sparred, muscles forming, his youthful limbs solidifying, the scent of him changing from pungent and sour to thick and dense.

It was improper to desire Anakin and they both knew it. Even though Anakin would stare at Obi-Wan in much the same manner, his focus sharp and his intentions clear. But Anakin was his Padawan - his charge, a boy he was meant to raise and protect.

Only he wasn’t anymore.

The braid had been clipped, their duty to each other complete, their bond softened.

It was still improper; still beyond what was right and honourable. And yet Obi-Wan didn’t care.

They slipped into Obi-Wan’s quarters, Anakin laughing as Obi-Wan swung him into the centre, their hands unclasping just at the last moment. The door shut and Obi-Wan locked it, his hands trembling as he pressed the buttons and turned back around. Anakin was stood in the centre, his robes fitting him more firmly around the chest and along his shoulders every day. It was still odd to not see the familiar braid hanging from behind his ear, the ends of it brushing the leathers of his tabards. His hair was still shorne and soft to the touch, but Obi-Wan had been obsessed with the small curls that appeared at the base of his skull and around his ears for almost a year.

Anakin smiled at Obi-Wan, a blush on his cheeks that shone through the bronze and golden tones of his skin. He was playing with the sleeves of his tunic, his grip tight and knuckles white as he ducked his head and looked at Obi-Wan through his lashes. Obi-Wan felt weighted and light all at the same time - like he’d float off into the stratosphere without proper mooring, but also like he’d sink in place if he didn’t move right away. If he didn’t take his chance. If he didn’t seize the moment.

The force hummed around them; a flicker that soon turned into a flame, once warm and now overwhelming. Obi-Wan knew Anakin could feel it - could see it in how he rocked on his feet and stared at Obi-Wan, unblinking and focused, ready for whatever lessons Obi-Wan had yet to impart on him.

Deciding that he’d rather float off into space than remain stuck to the ground, Obi-Wan surged forward and cupped Anakin’s cheeks between his hands. A moment passed as the two stared at each other, Anakin’s breath stuttering and smelling of sweets he’d eaten in the cafeteria. His skin was hot and soft, baby hairs along his cheeks giving way to the start of facial hair that Obi-Wan would hate to see develop further.

“Master,” Anakin whispered.

They locked eyes, dark blue with light, before Obi-Wan closed the gap.

Anakin gasped before moaning, soft and thrilling as they pressed their lips together. It wasn’t sweet nor slow, the build-up to all of this years in the making, with buckets of salt and tears spilled over just the thought of this moment - of this first kiss. Anakin was inexperienced, his grip tight along Obi-Wan’s waist, his lips wet and parted as Obi-Wan delved inside and licked across his palate. He let out another moan, desperate and needy, and Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut as he went in for more.

“Master,” Anakin whispered again, breath wet across Obi-Wan’s lips as he was devoured.

“You’re so sweet,” Obi-Wan said, his own voice sounding desperate in his head. He didn’t care and kissed along Anakin’s jaw and down his neck, tugging and pulling at the dense material of his tunic to reach more. “Such a darling thing.”

Anakin stepped forward, pressing himself against Obi-Wan, his hands still gripping Obi-Wan’s waist like he was holding on for dear life. Or like he didn’t know what to do. The fact that Anakin had never had sex before came rocketing up into Obi-Wan’s mind, and force save him, it made his cock throb obscenely in his leggings. Grabbing Anakin’s wrist, Obi-Wan dragged him toward the bedroom, their footsteps quick across the tiled floor.

He’d made his bed as he always did, sheets firm across the mattress, pillows fluffed, creases from the night before evident in the centre despite it all. He pushed Anakin down on to the bed and Anakin landed with a huff, all long limbs and eagerness as he shifted around. His tabards slipped open across his hips, exposing the outline of his cock as it strained against his leggings.

Obi-Wan whimpered and palmed himself a few times, overcome with the sight of Anakin on his bed, splayed out and waiting - always waiting, whether it be for instruction, for guidance, for Obi-Wan’s steady hand across his back and between his shoulder blades, grounding him. Anakin watched the action with hungry eyes, his lips parting in another moan. Obi-Wan knew Anakin was vocal - had heard him touching himself a few times during their longer missions over the years, wet, frantic gasps pushing through the tent walls or sometimes, when Anakin was feeling brash and bold, from right next to Obi-Wan. At first Obi-Wan had been embarrassed, and then it had become part and parcel with living with a young man.

And then it became something more; something that Obi-Wan wanted to swallow for himself.

The tips of Anakin’s fingers danced along the edges of his belt, his eyes locked on Obi-Wan as his cock spilled into his leggings, a wet spot appearing on the brown material. Obi-Wan sighed and stepped forward, wanting to undress Anakin for himself - unwrap him, and delight in the beauty on offer. A beauty just for him.

His hands trembled as he unclasped Anakin’s belt and made move to remove the folds of fabric across his frame. Strips of bronze skin was slowly revealed to him, Obi-Wan’s hands broad and flat against Anakin’s stomach. He reveled in how Anakin’s muscles stuttered beneath his touch, breathing frantic and excited. He pushed more away to reveal Anakin’s nipples, dusty pink and pert, and without thinking too hard he ducked down and laved his tongue across one.

Anakin mewled and cupped the back of Obi-Wan’s head as he pushed up into the touch, demanding more. Obi-Wan gave it to him, tongue slick across the hardened nub as he sucked, his hands slipping beneath Anakin’s robes to run along his ribs and back. Anakin started bucking up, grinding his cock against Obi-Wan’s stomach, touch desperate as he gripped Obi-Wan’s hair and pulled.

Raising his head Obi-Wan brushed spit from his beard, the hairs course against the pads of his thumb. He wanted to burn Anakin with them - rub his face along ever expanse and groove of Anakin’s body, coating himself in Anakin’s scent and his essence, and to see bronzed skin turned pink and red from the scratch of his beard.

“Patience, darling,” Obi-Wan mumbled as Anakin scrambled beneath him, trying to keep him in place.

“I c-cant, Obi-Wan. I just want you.”

Obi-Wan’s cock throbbed, already thick and swollen between his legs.

“And you’ll have me,” he said as he continued to undress Anakin. “You just need to hold on a moment longer.”

The more of Anakin’s body that was revealed, the more impatient Obi-Wan became. He’d seen Anakin naked before but they had always been hurried glances in the fresher, Obi-Wan following the long plains of his body, admiring how the water collected across Anakin’s shoulders and stomach; how it dripped off his soft cock, pearls of it sliding along the length and the foreskin that covered his pretty, pink head. Eventually he’d look up and realize Anakin was staring as well, and before they could make eye-contact Obi-Wan would look away and stare at the tile wall, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

But he could admire now, freely and without shame. Anakin lay beneath Obi-Wan entirely naked, his long and elegant cock hard between his legs, his balls full, hair thick and curled around the base of his length. Obi-Wan watched as a string of precome slid down his length, making his cock glisten beneath the light of the setting sun.

Anakin didn’t shy from obi-Wan’s gaze, his body open, legs spread, lips parted as he gazed up at Obi-Wan through heavy lidded eyes, luring him closer. He had no shame.

Obi-Wan wondered where he got that from.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin huffed.

Obi-Wan let out a small laugh, embarrassment flush in his chest as he started to undress. “Sorry, darling. Just a little caught up in everything.”

“Nothing you haven’t seen,” Anakin said. He smiled then, low and seductive, his eyes tracing the lines of Obi-Wan’s face before falling further down as Obi-Wan exposed more and more of himself. “Caught you staring multiple times - in the shower, in the change rooms… that one time we got coated in some sort of goop in the middle of a mission. You kept staring at me as I undressed. You weren’t subtle.”

Obi-Wan knew he was blushing but there wasn’t anything he could hide behind, his robes now a pile on top of Anakin’s - cream and light browns mixed with dark and black. He liked how they looked. When he looked back up from the mess Anakin was staring at Obi-Wan’s cock. His pupils were blown, black swallowing up the blue hues that Obi-Wan had come to love more than any other colour. Lips parted, Anakin sucked back a breath, tongue sliding out to run along his bottom lip.

Obi-Wan wanted Anakin to taste him. He wanted to suck on Anakin’s cock, have Anakin choke him with it, overpower him and claim what they’d both wanted for so long. And he wanted Anakin to do the same - to rest between his legs and take the tip of his cock into his mouth, teasing him, tasting him. He wanted to see the innocence give way to experience, Anakin’s hesitant touch turning into bold and steady as he gripped Obi-Wan and pleased them both.

But there wasn’t time for that. Anakin was inexperienced and excited, his cock already slick and hard and pulsing, his hips twitching up incrementally. He was whimpering as he squirmed on the bed, attention still fixed on Obi-Wan’s cock - thicker than Anakin’s, but not as elegant.

Kneeling on the bed, Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s thighs and pulled him up on to his lap, Anakin’s breath stuttering as his taint and balls pressed against Obi-Wan’s length.

“Kriff,” Obi-Wan hissed as soon as his cock touched Anakin, sliding along his smooth skin and warmth, precome slick across Anakin’s underside as he rutted up against him.

Anakin wrapped his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist and sat up slightly, leaning back on to his hands as he thrust against Obi-Wan’s cock, mouth slack and eyes flickering shut as they ground against each other. Keeping a tight hold on Anakin’s thighs, Obi-Wan admired Anakin’s frame, watching the muscles across his stomach flex, his chest heaving, nipples pink with one still slick with Obi-Wan’s spit. He was making little noises with every movement, moans mixed with whimpers as he ground his ass against Obi-Wan’s cock, pressing into him until they were both shaking and desperate.

“I want inside of you,” Obi-Wan said. He knew he sounded desperate but didn’t care. He was desperate - for Anakin and his heat and his touch and his kisses.

“Please,” Anakin moaned. “Fuck me, Master.”

Pressing forward, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin back down on to the bed. Grinding their cocks together Obi-Wan kissed Anakin deeply, loving how Anakin used too much tongue and teeth, messy and desperate, the two covering each other up in their spit. There would be time to finesse Anakin’s technique - to teach him how to rub and please, how to suck on a person’s tongue and just where to bite. But for now Obi-Wan would enjoy Anakin’s enthusiasm, his hands brutal across Obi-Wan’s shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles as he held on to him.

Obi-Wan ran his hands along Anakin’s jaw and neck and up through his hair, short strands still long enough to grab and pull. Anakin let out a loud groan and thrust upward, his movements erratic as he ground into Obi-Wan.

But they both wanted more. Needed more. They couldn’t settle for just this, their cocks pushed between their stomachs, swollen and aching and ready to spill with the simplest of touches. They needed a connection - they needed to be joined so as to make a promise to one another that they would never be parted. No knighting could severe the bond between them; no traditions nor customs. They were to be together forever, in all ways from the physical to the spiritual.

They were as one.

Obi-Wan scrambled around in the drawer next to his bedside, trying to find a bottle of lube that he’d bought for this occasion. He didn’t do this often with others, his thoughts so wrapped up in Anakin for so long that pleasure couldn’t be found anywhere else. His delights were fixed on Anakin and everything he was - there could never be another. Finding the bottle Obi-Wan sat up, ignoring Anakin’s desperate pleas to remain on top of him.

“I need to prepare you,” Obi-Wan said, not unkindly.

Anakin nodded and lay back down. He spread his legs though he didn’t shift his hips, a sudden humility evident in his gaze as he waited for Obi-Wan to reach between his legs. Obi-Wan warmed the lube with his fingers, rubbing it between the pads while he pet Anakin’s thigh with his left, trying to sooth the little voice in Anakin’s head that told him this would be painful. Reaching down, Obi-Wan asked Anakin to tilt his hips forward before he slipped his fingers between his cheeks and searched. It didn’t take long to find Anakin’s hole - tight and whorled muscles hidden beneath the dense matting of hair. Anakin let out a soft sigh, body jerking away from Obi-Wan’s touch.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” Obi-Wan asked, his rubbing becoming more insistent as Anakin started to relax.

“No. E-except to clean myself, that is.”

Obi-Wan groaned. The thought that he was the first made him dizzy with arousal. Anakin hadn’t even breached his own walls - hadn’t touched the velvet softness inside, hadn’t searched and explored, hadn’t stretched and pushed and rubbed. Obi-Wan would be the first.

“I want you to relax, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “Breath evenly and deeply, and focus on my touch and not the strange sensations.”

“I don’t need a lecture on meditation,” Anakin huffed out.

But he did as instructed, his body relaxing as Obi-Wan continued to pet his thigh and rub his hole. A few moments passed, their bond humming calmly between the two despite it all, before Obi-Wan pressed a finger inside. Anakin tensed a moment and Obi-Wan stilled, finger only half-way inside, before Anakin let out a soft sigh and relaxed enough for Obi-Wan to push in all the way. Moving his finger in and out, Obi-Wan let Anakin adjust to the new sensation before adding a second. Again Anakin tensed and then relaxed, his eyes closed as he slowly started grinding down on Obi-Wan’s hand.

“That’s a lad… that’s a good boy.”

Anakin’s cock twitched, stringy precome adding itself to the mess across his stomach. “I-I try.”

“Sometimes you do.”

Anakin’s blush deepened.

Anakin’s walls were was warm and inviting as Obi-Wan suspected they would be, his ring tight along Obi-Wan’s fingers, his thighs slick with sweat. Obi-Wan took his time stretching Anakin, adding a third in before he curled and searched. It took a moment, Obi-Wan readjusting, before—

A shout broke out through the room, desperate and keening, and Obi-Wan watched with joy as Anakin arched up from the bed and ground his hips down, his heels digging into the mattress. The pressure of his grinding hurt Obi-Wan’s hand but he didn’t complain and simply rubbed, getting Anakin more and more excited. Anakin let out another string of swears both in the standard and in Huttese, his brows furrowed as he writhed on the bed. Obi-Wan admired his features for a moment, watching the sweat slide along Anakin’s temple, the parting of his lips, tongue wet in the darkness of his eager mouth, before he looked down Anakin’s spread legs to watch his fingers as they slipped in and out from Anakin’s most intimate of parts.

“M-master, please,” Anakin begged, his body shuddering as Obi-Wan stroked his spot again.

He was close. Obi-Wan could feel it in their bond, a frenetic energy that lashed and rippled and sliced. Obi-Wan would have been tempted to continue - to have Anakin come undone because of his fingers alone - but he’d waited far too long to end it this way. He needed to be inside. Reaching between Anakin’s legs Obi-Wan gripped the base of his cock, keeping the pressure from overwhelming him. He’d stalled his fingers inside and waited for Anakin to stop squirming before sliding his fingers out, slick with lube and sore from their manipulation.

“Calm yourself,” Obi-Wan said, though he wasn’t sure if it was for Anakin’s benefit or his own.

Never in his life had he ever been this hard. His cock throbbed between his legs, painful almost as it continued to bob and pulse, thick rivulets of precome sliding down his length to collect on the base of his balls. Normally he could hold out - wring every last pleasure from himself before he was ready for release, sometimes touching himself or his partner for hours before giving in.

But normally he wasn’t with Anakin - his beautiful, precious boy. His Padawan, forever and always despite it all.

He kissed Anakin quickly before sitting up. Grabbing the lube he coated his cock before taking one of the pillows and shoving it beneath Anakin’s hips. Anakin made a curious noise, but Obi-Wan shushed him by pressing the tip of his cock against Anakin’s entrance. They both moaned, the simple sensation of touch enough to make Obi-Wan fear he’d come before he could even sink inside the supple flesh on offer.

“This will hurt for a moment, but I want you to stay as relaxed as you can, Anakin.” Obi-Wan brushed Anakin’s cheek with his free hand. “Can you do that for me, darling?”

Anakin nodded, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. “Y-yeah.”

Obi-Wan nodded and lifted Anakin’s hips before repositioning himself. He took a deep breath before he slowly pressed inside Anakin. Anakin let out a stuttered breath and squeezed down as soon as Obi-Wan’s cock-head had breached the rim, but with some soothing words he relaxed enough for Obi-Wan to sink half-way inside. It was then that Anakin’s body refused to go any further, and Obi-Wan remained where he was, cock half-way in and leaking into Anakin.

Marking him.

Another breath, more soothing words, and Anakin let Obi-Wan all the way inside.

Collapsing on top of Anakin, Obi-Wan peppered his cheeks and neck with soft kisses, trying to get Anakin to stop trembling.

“I know, darling. I know. It’s a lot.”

“Y-you’re not that big,” Anakin huffed, though Obi-Wan knew it was a remark told to make himself feel better about the whole thing.

He was big - there was no denying it. And Anakin was hot around him, and tight, his walls squeezing down until Obi-Wan thought he might break his cock off with one wrong move. Yet he didn’t squirm or demand Anakin relax, and tried to focus on the sensations of being completely inside Anakin.

There was a part of him that thought maybe this day would never come; that either he or Anakin would refuse to give in. That one of them would come to their senses and realize that this was a poor idea, brought on by desperate and weak minds. But they’d not come to their senses. In fact, they gripped each other’s hands and leapt into the abyss together. Foolish and unbecoming, but true to who they were.

Anakin started squirming after a time, hips rocking ever so slightly as Obi-Wan continued to kiss his cheeks and lips, tongue slick across his skin to taste tears and sweat. Pressing their foreheads together, Obi-Wan kissed Anakin deeply just as he pulled out and pushed back in. Anakin’s guttural moan mixed with Obi-Wan’s hiss of pleasure, the two panting in each other’s mouths as Obi-Wan started moving in earnest.

They moved together as if in battle, one pulling back while the other surged forward, a dance as old as time itself breaking out between them. Anakin was so tight and so soft and warm, cradling Obi-Wan close as he allowed Obi-Wan to fuck into him. Obi-Wan kept his movements slow and steady for a time, but eventually his desires overwhelmed him and he started pushing in faster, hips stalling every so often as Anakin readjusted before they resumed their punishing pace.

Anakin was breathing heavy and fast against Obi-Wan’s cheek, his arms wrapped tight around Obi-Wan as he held him close, his hips rocking up to take more of Obi-Wan. When Obi-Wan angled his hips and pressed his knees into the mattress he knew he’d found Anakin’s prostate, Anakin letting out a choked sob as his body shuddered beneath Obi-Wan.

“That’s a lad,” Obi-Wan whispered against Anakin’s neck, his nose pressed against sweat-slick skin that smelled of rich soaps and leather. “S-such a good boy, taking my cock like this. Such a good, good boy. So hot and tight around my cock.”

“M-Master,” Anakin sobbed. He gripped Obi-Wan’s forearms, his touch bruising as they rocked together.

Reaching between them Obi-Wan stroked Anakin’s cock once, twice, before Anakin was coming. Obi-Wan stilled his hips as Anakin shuddered beneath him, wanting to admire the sight before him. Anakin was writhing on the bed, cheeks stained with tears, his lashes coated in them as he bit down on his knuckles. The cords of his neck were strained, his chest pink, his skin covered in sweat and his own come, milky and tempting.

“Such a beautiful thing,” Obi-Wan whimpered as he came from the sight alone. Shoving his cock inside, he ducked his head and spilled his come into Anakin, coating his insides in his seed.

The Jedi could cut the braid and tell them to lessen their bond; they could instruct and guide them on how to remain separate people, with separate goals and separate lives; they could offer all the common sense and good judgment as they wanted, but it would fall on deaf, stubborn ears. Because Obi-Wan knew they were always supposed to be like this - bonded to each other, their messes painted upon each other’s bodies, their lives forever intertwined until it became impossible to separate one from the other.

The thought alone of what they’d done - the bond they’d created with such a simple, base action - made Obi-Wan’s cock pulse again, and he groaned as he gave all he had to the boy beneath him.

Once they were done Obi-Wan slipped out of Anakin and hovered above him. Anakin remained limp on the bed, his eyes closed as he breathed steadily through his nose. He was still crying, and Obi-Wan reached out to brush his tears away with the pad of his thumb. Blue eyes hazy with pleasure blinked up at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but return Anakin’s soft smile.

“Hullo,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Anakin chuckled, wet and thick. “Hi.”

Obi-Wan kissed him, slow and lazy, before he got up and went to the fresher. He grabbed a towel and wet it before returning to Anakin. Anakin lay on the bed, a tangle of long limbs and sweat slick skin, his hair already curling slightly in the humidity of the room.

“You going to grow your hair out?” Obi-Wan asked, his hands steady as he cleaned Anakin up.

Anakin shrugged. “Maybe. Think I should?”

“I think you should, yes,” Obi-Wan said. Tossing the towel down on to the floor, he lay down next to Anakin and collected him in his arms. “Though, you’re no longer beholden to my instruction, so… you can do whatever you like.”

Anakin nodded and let out a sigh as he stretched before relaxing, body pressing into Obi-Wan’s. His arms were curled up between them, Anakin reached out to trace the sparse greys that had grown along the corner of Obi-Wan’s beard. Obi-Wan squeezed him closer, admiring the gold flecks in Anakin’s lashes as he came down from their shared release. Anakin already looked exhausted.

Obi-Wan would let him rest a moment before continuing. He still wanted more.

“I’ll always need your guidance,” Anakin mumbled, exhaustion making his words slur and his lashes flutter.

The confession made Obi-Wan’s chest squeeze a little, and he kissed Anakin’s brow. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Of course, I won’t always take your advice,” Anakin yawned. “I mean, if it’s stupid or I don’t want to do it.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Perish the thought.”

“But if you want to teach me about how to suck cock, or eat someone out…”

“How about like right now?”

Anakin shifted, his eyes opening. He suddenly didn’t look quite as tired as he once had.

“Yeah?”

Obi-Wan kissed Anakin deeply before shoving him on to his back. “First lesson will be how to take a man’s cock all the way down to the base with your mouth alone…”

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palfriendpatine66 · 20 days

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Pajamas, rambunctious, and distant for Obikin!

The game: send me three words and a character or pairing and I’ll write you a scene

I filled this prompt with the PiP obikin as disgruntled sleepover hosts

Obi-Wan dragged his way back into their bedroom after having quelled the room of rambunctious eight year olds, at least for now. He left the door open so they could keep an ear on the activities down the hall. Luke and Leia both had friends staying over for their first sleepover party.

He also fervently hoped it would be their last. He liked their friends a lot better in the daytime hours. His jaw cracked as he yawned and crawled into bed, nudging his husband under his swath of blankets. “You’re up next. It’s after midnight. I’m calling in backup.”

“Mmm?”

Obi-Wan decided that probably meant something along the lines of what was it this time? and answered as such. “Leia dared Luke to climb into the roof.”

“Mmm.”

Obi-Wan didn’t accept that one as easily. “Anakin?” He worked an arm under the tightly wrapped blanket. “Did you hear me? Don’t you want to know if he made it onto the roof?”

“Mmm.” Anakin shrugged.

Obi-Wan had to concede that since there hadn’t been any extended yelling or emergency calls it was fairly obvious that he had not. However. “You may be interested to know I stopped him halfway out the window.”

Anakin flipped over, his eyes wide, and Obi-Wan regretted the dramatics, at least a bit. “Or he would have been if he could figure out the lock,” he corrected. “I’m glad to know you’re actually listening,” he took his husband’s hands between his own and squeezed lightly. “What’s wrong? You’ve been distant since they all changed into their pajamas.”

“I’m just not good at this,” Anakin admitted. “Not like you. I love my kids. But these other ones?” He groaned as as a chorus of shrieks reached them from down the hall. “These other ones need to get the hell out of my house.”

“Wow,” Obi-Wan sounded dazed as he sat up and narrowed his eyes at their open door as if that would make it more clear if he needed to intervene once more. “I can’t believe it. You know, I truly never thought I’d see the day.”

“What day?”

“The day I’m the fun parent.”

“Shut up,” Anakin angrily buried his head under his pillow. Obi-Wan slipped off the bed and grabbed his own to use as a shield as he entered the pillow fight, not bothering to ask if that had been directed at him or not; he would just assume the answer was both.

Obi-Wan wouldn’t force a nearly murderous, tired Anakin upon the room of unsuspecting eight year olds, but he looked forward to calling in his debt. His husband owed him, big time. The moment he entered the room his glasses were sent flying by a well aimed pillow. He was getting too old for this.

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Angstember Prompt - Crying into somebody's chest

Pairings - Obi-Wan Kenobi & Reader, Anakin Skywalker & Reader (can be read as pre Anakin x Reader too!)

Despite having your own Master you still found yourself spending most of your time in the company of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker. More often than not you accompanied Anakin to his lessons with Obi-Wan, whether it be lightsaber training or mediation.

The training a Padawan undertook was long and gruelling, days seemed to drag as you were taught the ways of the Jedi. Your Master was a cold man, he lacked the patience needed to train a Padawan which led to him snapping at you whenever you were made to train with him. Obi-Wan, however, was everything a Jedi Master should be, where you struggled to mediate, to shut your mind off to any and every outside distraction, your Master would snap and push you without proper guidance, Obi-Wan was the exact opposite. You still remembered the first time you’d mediated in front of him, how much you had struggled to do what came easily to most Jedi and you fully expected Obi-Wan to lose his temper with you, only to be shocked when he sat down in front of you and spoke, his words soft and gentle as he guided you and for the first time ever you felt yourself fall into that peaceful state easily.

From there you had been eager to learn under Obi-Wan’s guidance. Compared to Anakin you felt your training was far behind despite the fact the two of you had started training at the same age though you hadn’t met until a few years later when your Master’s had been sent on a mission together with the instruction to bring their Padawan’s along.

It was from that mission on you had become a permanent attachment to their duo, spending time with them even if it did take you a while to open up to them. The kindness they both showed you was such a stark contrast to how your Master treated you that you couldn’t help but stick with them.

Obi-Wan had wondered whether he should put a stop to how involved in their lives you were becoming. When you started joining Anakin’s lessons he had debated over what to do but Anakin seemed to like the challenge of a new opponent, one whose moves he couldn’t predict as well as he could his Master’s so Obi-Wan let you stay until he became as attached to you as he was his own Padawan. Watching as you grew in your training, how you seemed to thrive under his gentle guidance and encouraging words and sought out his advice on how you could improve made his heart warm and he knew that he wasn’t going to put a stop to you joining them.

Throughout the years Obi-Wan had tried to talk to you about your Master, about why you seemed behind in your training and more inclined to let Obi-Wan teach you. Each time you gave a vague answer, one that never answered his question before quickly changing the subject or darting off somewhere before he had the chance to ask you more questions.

Anakin had also asked you about your Master, never having heard much about him. Anakin could never imagine training under another Master when he had Obi-Wan and knew that something wasn’t right between you and yours but as you did with Obi-Wan you did with Anakin and did your best to avoid answering the question.

As the years went by and you got older your Master’s outbursts seemed to become more frequent and less justified. Some days he would yell at you when you weren’t training, when the Council sent you on missions together. You and your Master had never particularly gotten along well but the last couple of years had been worse than when you were a child.

You ignored it though, content to find comfort from Anakin and Obi-Wan, content to hide away with them when things became too much. You knew both men knew something was wrong but you had refused to talk about it and over time they didn’t ask as much as they used to, knowing full well you weren’t ready to talk about it yet.

One morning you found yourself in a training room, Obi-Wan walked around you and Anakin as you both duelled against the other. Years ago it was a challenge, neither one of you could predict the other's next move, the next step but now after years spent at each other’s side, being taught by the same Master it was easy to see four moves ahead.

That didn’t mean the two of you went easy on each other, if anything it meant the two of you were more cocky, riskier in the moves you made and by the time the doors to the training room opened the two of you had worked up at sweat, panting as you grinned at each other as Anakin managed to get you on the ground with his lightsaber pointed at you.

“Alright, that's quite enough you two.” Obi-Wan told you with a smile.

Anakin holstered the lightsaber and reached a hand down for you, your grin still firmly in place as you slipped your hand into his and let him pull you up.

“Don’t worry, Y/N/N, one of these days you’ll beat me.” Anakin told you, his entire face lit up as he threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

“Please,” you scoffed, letting yourself enjoy the closeness before playfully pushing him away, “I was just going easy on you.”

“Padawan,” A cold voice from the doorway said, causing you to flinch slightly, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Obi-Wan or Anakin. “We are being sent to aid the clones.”

You had to force your feet to move, to follow your Master out of the room, forced yourself to ignore the worry you felt coming from the two Jedi left behind in the training room. The air was tense as you followed him into the craft and even more so once you were up in the air and he turned his cold gaze towards you.

“Spending time with Kenobi and the Skywalker child again, Padawan?” He snarled and you barely suppressed a shiver.

This was the cause of many arguments and despite how much you dreaded your Master’s temper you would take any anger he directed your way so long as you could seek comfort from Obi-Wan and Anakin. You knew it wasn’t the fact you were so close to the two that angered your Master, though it certainly didn’t help matters, but it was an easy thing for him to target, an excuse for him to actually be angry at you.

You had no idea what you had done to cause so much hatred from your Master, since you were a child he had never had a nice word to say towards you. You remembered being so young, so upset that he seemed to hate you and tried so hard, did everything right, to get him to like you.

Nowadays you had accepted your Master’s anger, accepted you would never find the reason for it and stopped trying to please him, stopped seeking out his approval. You suspected Obi-Wan had a large part to play in your acceptance, the man was the complete opposite of your Master and where your Master shot you harsh words and hateful glares, Obi-Wan easily countered it with kind touches and soft words.

And then there was Anakin.

Anakin wasn’t foolish, he could see that you and your Master didn’t get on and though he had questioned but never pushed the matter, he had become an expert in reading you. He always seemed to know exactly when you needed him, was always there with a shoulder to cry on and distractions that often pulled the two of you into some kind of mischief that Obi-Wan never scolded you too much for because he too could see when things had gotten bad.

You loved being a Jedi, loved helping people and saving them but some days you wondered what would have become of you had you not met Obi-Wan and Anakin. Would you have stayed with the Jedi or would you have left the Order many moons ago? You believed you would have left, if you hadn’t had Obi-Wan and Anakin’s kindness to counteract your Master’s harshness. You truly didn’t think you could survive the years spent as a Padawan, not without the Dark Side spreading through you until you were consumed by it .

“Stupid girl wasting your time with those two, though I suppose I cannot expect much better from someone so foolish.” Your Master spoke, pulling you away from your thoughts and bringing your attention back to him.

You barely suppressed a sigh but knew if you let it escape you’d be done for. The words you could take but if he ever saw signs of you fighting back against him, even something as little as a sigh or squaring your shoulders back, you knew that the consequences would be bad.

It was a lesson you had learnt the hard way and your side still burned from where the Force lightning had been directed.

Instead you sat there, still as a statue and watched as one of the clones announced your Master was needed elsewhere. Once he had left the room you let yourself relax and looked towards the clone, Daar, and shot him a grateful look, smiling as he nodded back at you.

You were close to many of the troopers and knew that they saw how your Master treated you, he didn’t hide it around them, not when he could order them to stay silent and they couldn’t disobey him. A few had offered to though, they had come directly to you and told you they would gladly disobey orders if you asked them to. You had smiled at that but each time had told them to do as your Master said, no point the clones being punished when you could take what your Master gave.

The rest of the trip was blessedly silent, the clones coming up with a reason to keep your Master in another section of the craft and it wasn’t long before you were landing.

The entire mission was a mess, that was the only word for it. Your orders were to protect both the people and the Senator but your Master seemed to only hear the last part of those orders as he laid out his plan that willingly sacrificed the people of the planet to get the Senator away safely.

The people were starving, held captive by the droid army and from your position you could see many slaughtered innocents. You grimanced before turning back to your Master as he spoke, your eyes wide as you listened to him, he was not a kind man but this was extreme even for him. How he was a member of the Jedi order, a Jedi Master, was completely beyond you.

“We can’t let him do this.” You told Daar as your Master left the craft, lightsaber already out as he and some clones fought droids in order to make it to the palace.

“What do you suggest we do instead?” Daar asked and all the remaining clones turned towards you, each of them waiting for orders from somebody who did not have the authority to give them but all of them willing to follow them no matter what.

You stood silently for a moment, shocked at how the troopers didn’t hesitate to turn to you, to let you give the orders but then a smile broke out on your face and you nodded. Nothing good would come from this for you, you would be punished both by the Council and privately by your Master but you refused to just let the people of this city die for no reason, not when you could save them.

“Out here we only have the droid army in our way, let Master deal with whatever member of the Empire is holding the Senator captive. You think we can get the people out?” You asked Daar and he shot you a grin as he nodded.

“Course we can, right boys?” He asked and the troopers gave a cheer causing your smile to widen.

From outside the craft you could see your Master had made progress with the droid blocking the entrance to the palace, his gaze turning back towards you and calling for more clones.

With a final glance at all the troopers, your gaze landed on Daar who gave you a softer smile and nodded causing you to nod back. The troopers put their helmets on and you all left the craft, you spared a final glance back as you all made your way in the opposite direction to see your Master’s furious glare towards you.

The droids seemed to multiply, for everyone you took down five more appeared. The troopers were fairing no better and there were a number of casualties but eventually you fought your way to where the citizens were being held. It took some effort to free them as droids fought back and you had to deal with your Master yelling every hateful word and threat he could think of through the comms but eventually the droids were down and stopped coming and you ushered the people towards your ships.

Your Master and the Senator, as well as the people who had been trapped in the palace with him, all stood around the crafts and you ignored your Master as you passed him, thankful when Daar put himself between the two of you so he couldn’t grab you and began handing out the food rations you had brought with you.

You tried to drag it out for as long as possible but eventually you had to leave. Boarding the ship, your heart was in your throat and anxiety pulsed through your veins, you waited for your Master to dole out whatever punishment he saw fit but it never came and that only made you more scared.

Daar noticed your anxiety and sat down next to you ignoring the glare your Master sent towards the two of you and patted you knee gently.

“You did go out there today.” He told you, the words quiet but the genuineness of them was clear and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips.

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your voice just as quiet, “I’m just glad we were able to save everybody.”

The trip back to Coruscant didn’t take too long, something you both hated and were grateful for. You weren’t foolish enough to believe you could slip away before your Master got a hold of you, knew what was to come but still once the ship landed you tried to leave as quickly as possible.

“Not so fast, Padawan.” Your Master snarled, his hand reaching over to wrap around your bicep, grip so tightly you winced and knew bruises would form but they would be the least of your worries after he was done with you.

You could see the troopers behind him, could see Daar take a step forward but you shook your head as discreetly as you could, watching him step back reluctantly.

“Come with me.” The tone of the man’s voice was low and harsh as he dragged you away from onlookers.

It wouldn’t be long until you were called before the Jedi Council, your Master had already given the briefing through holocomm, but it was enough time for him to pull you into his quarters, far away from any witnesses and leave you crying out, withering on the floor as you felt the lightning produced by the Force spreading and burning your body, sweat pouring from you as you tried to fight against it but it was useless as you were pinned down by the Force.

Your Master gave you enough time to go to your chambers to clean up, tears and sobs leaving you as you tried to pull burnt fabric from the burns and covered it in as much bacta salve as you could.

You cupped water into your hands before splashing it across your face, desperate to hide evidence of what had happened. Despite it though you didn’t regret your actions, so many people were alive because of you and you would gladly go through that a thousand times if it meant they were safe.

Your Master showed up at your door and grabbed your arm again, dragging you down to where the Council members were gathered. He stopped abruptly outside the door and pressed his hand into where he had burned causing you to wince and bite back a sob.

“If you know what’s good for you you’ll keep your mouth shut.” He warned before standing up tall, a friendly look spreading across his face as he entered the room and greeted the members of the Council, you following behind and keeping your gaze down.

As you stood there you had to fight down protests, felt the anger rise in you as your Master painted a picture completely different to what had happened. As he told them his plan was to save the Senator before helping the citizens but you had jeopardised the entire mission as well as the lives of all the innocent people and the Senator’s to prove yourself.

The pain in your side made it unbearable to stand but the hatred you felt in your veins, a deep anger you had never felt before made it hard to keep your mouth shut. How dare he, how dare he say you needed to prove yourself! It had never been about that, you only wanted to help people, you didn’t care if the Jedi Council took notice of your actions so long as the people who needed your aid were safe.

Once he was finished you finally looked up and came face to face with a sea of disappointed looks. The only person who didn’t look disappointed was Obi-Wan, instead he had a small furrow in between his brows as he looked between Master and Padawan, seeing something the others weren’t.

“A common occurrence, this is becoming.” Master Yoda said and your jaw clenched under the effort to stay silent. Of course the Council member’s thought you disobeying orders was a regular thing because no matter what you did your Master always, always, found a way to make it seem so.

You managed to keep quiet, staring straight ahead, knowing that any attempt to counter your Master’s story would only end badly for you. The burning pains in your sides only reminded you of that, reminded you of what your Master was capable of.

“To add, have you anything?” Master Yoda asked you and it took every ounce of strength you had to not fall to your knees before the Council and beg with them to help you, to protest your Master’s fabrications, to show them what he did to you but you knew it would amount to nothing, your Master had taught you that long ago that Master’s could give out whatever punishment they saw fit.

As you shook your head you felt your anger spike again, though it seemed impossible that it could do so. From your side you could practically feel your Master’s smugness coming from him in waves.

The room stayed silent for a moment and you took the opportunity to look at Obi-Wan, his eyes already looking back at you. You watched as the man’s face softened though you could practically see how fast his thoughts were running as he knew something was wrong.

Obi-Wan had known for a long time something was not right. For years you had been by his side, he had watched you grow from a small, shy little thing into the young woman you were now. He had trained you, had brought you onto his missions with Anakin and watched you thrive under his guidance. He rarely got the chance to see you with your Master but the times he did, especially now, the person you were around him was not the person Obi-Wan knew.

“Archive security, you shall do.” Master Yoda announced and Obi-Wan barely suppressed a sigh at Yoda’s choice of punishment, you weren’t going to like this at all.

“Archive security?” You repeated, the words coming out of your mouth without your permission. Your tone was complete disbelief as you stared at the Council member’s, watching as Obi-Wan rubbed at his forehead.

“A problem, you have with this?” Master Yoda asked and yes, yes you did have a problem with this because even though it got you out of missions with your Master it also meant it got you out of missions with Obi-Wan and Anakin and left you behind, alone with your Master.

You were desperate for that not to happen, you couldn’t cope with being around your Master anymore than you had to be. You knew it was a bad idea to argue with the Council, to do something else to anger your Master but still your mouth opened, words ready to fall when Obi-Wan cut you off, probably saving you from a worse punishment.

“Y/N.” He warned, his tone soft and gentle as you turned to look at him.

Obi-Wan shook his head and you silently pleaded with him but knew that even he couldn’t do anything to get you out of this. He had no proof beyond his own doubts and unfortunately that wasn’t solid evidence.

Oh stars, he thought to himself as he looked at your wide eyes, why won’t she just tell me what’s happening so I can help?

“No problem, Master Yoda, forgive my outburst.” You apologised robotically, hands clenched at your sides as you listened to Master Yoda dismiss you.

You bowed towards them, side burning at the movement and you barely choked back a sob at the pain but made your way out of the room.

You stood outside the Council doors, cursing the face that you were forced to remain here, alone without the two people you cared most for, the two people who made your Master’s actions easier to deal with. You longed to tell them about the burns covering your body but Master’s could do as they saw fit to punish their Padawan and you knew they would only turn you away.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan called softly as he slipped from the room.

Your head shot up to look at the man and you couldn’t help but let your thoughts run. Obi-Wan wouldn’t turn you away, right? In all the time you’d known him you had never seen him harm Anakin, no matter how badly his Padawan messed up. Perhaps if you told him, maybe he wouldn’t disagree with your Master’s way of dealing with you but maybe would help you patch yourself up.

Obi-Wan gave you a kind smile as he gestured for you to walk with him, each step sending a new wave of pain through your body.

“What really happened out there?” He asked softly as the two of you walked side by side.

You stayed silent for the longest time, thoughts running wild as you debated whether to tell Obi-Wan what was happening. You trusted Obi-Wan more than anybody, knew his kindness better than most and by the time the two of you arrived at his quarters you still hadn’t made a decision.

Obi-Wan let you remain silent, he could see the thoughts in your head, could see the frown on your face as you battled over what you could tell him. He could see the exhaustion coming from you, could see your anger and how you were ready to let it out. He hoped he could help, hoped you would finally tell him what happened behind closed doors.

The man let you through the doors first before following after you and gesturing you over to the sofa, raising his eyebrow as you grimanced whilst sitting.

“I wish you had been my Master.” You finally spoke after a long period of silence, the words so quiet Obi-Wan would have missed them if he wasn’t sitting so close to you.

“As do I, young one.” He told you, taking your hand in yours and giving it a gentle, encouraging squeeze.

At his words, your eyes filled with tears, the exhaustion and pain and anger you felt all became too much suddenly as the tears fell down your cheeks one after the other, your breaths coming out as shaky sobs.

Obi-Wan’s own eyes widened at the sudden onset of tears but he didn’t hesitate to comfort you. He pulled you softly against his chest and you willingly went, hand gripping his cloak as he held the back of your head, running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

The tears refused to slow and you stayed buried against Obi-Wan’s chest for a long time, the man's arms around you, holding you in place as he murmured gentle words of comfort, not rushing you to calm down but allowing you to work through it.

He could tell you had been holding onto these emotions for a long time, the tears coming from you ached his heart and he wanted nothing more than to wrap you up and keep you far away from your Master who was no doubt the cause of all of this.

He didn’t let his own anger show, didn’t want you to think he was upset with you at all. It was rare for Obi-Wan to feel such anger, he liked to think by now he had a pretty good grip on his emotions but listening to you, your tears soaking his robes as you sobbed into his chest, he couldn’t feel much but anger.

At some point the tears subsided into sniffles, your eyes red and blood stained after crying for so long. Obi-Wan felt your breathing even out and thought you had fallen asleep, especially as you cuddled further into his chest but then you began speaking.

“I only wanted to save them.” You told Obi-Wan, your voice croaky from sobbing uncontrollably but also emotionless, “He was going to let them all die and I wanted to save them.”

“I believe you.” Obi-Wan told you and the honesty in his voice had you letting out a shaky breath.

“He punishes me,” You said, eyes falling closed as you forced yourself to keep talking, “it doesn’t matter what I do, he always finds a reason to punish me. Some days he doesn’t even need a reason.”

Obi-Wan’s own eyes fell closed as he dreaded your next words but asked anyway.

“How does he punish you, young one?”

You were silent again and Obi-Wan, despite not wanting to hear the answer, needed to. He needed to know so he knew exactly how bad things had got, so he knew just how to help you.

“He uses the Force, uses lightning.” You said, the words bringing on a fresh set of tears but you kept them trapped behind your eyelids, pushing your face further into Obi-Wan’s chest.

Obi-Wan felt his heart stop at your answer, his blood running cold as mental images filled his head of you being burned with Force lightning. How had he never noticed? His grip tightened on you, his arms holding you closer but at your wince he pulled away like he himself had been burned.

“Y/N,” He said, the word so soft as he looked at you. You didn’t let him say anything else, you’d come this far you might as well go further and with that you pulled your cloak away and lifted your shirt enough for Obi-Wan to see the fresh burns as well as the old ones.

Obi-Wan gasped, his hand moving to touch the fresh one before pausing. There was fabric that seemed to have melted into your skin and he winced as he continued to stare. He had seen a lot of injuries in his lifetime but that had to be up there with some of the worst.

“Y/N,” He breathed out, his gaze shifting from your burns to your face, silent tears making their way down as you let your shirt cover them again.

Obi-Wan reached over to wipe at your cheeks, moving towards you and placing his lips to your forehead, letting them linger there before he pulled away.

“We have to inform the Council.” He told you softly and you looked at him, shaking your head but he cut you off before you could speak. “Y/N, he cannot be allowed to stay, what he has done to you is-” Obi-Wan cut himself off, not having the words to describe the pain inflicted onto you.

“Master’s can punish Padawan’s however they want.” You told them, the words were void of emotion and almost robotic, like you were repeating words you’d been told for years and Obi-Wan didn’t doubt that.

“No they cannot.” He told you, voice firm and you looked at him with wide eyes. “How many times has Anakin messed up since being my Padawan? I’ve lost count and I have never inflicted pain upon him. He gets a scolding and if the Council sees a harsher punishment is needed they will see to it but never would it be something that would harm the Padawan.”

The words made your eyes water even more as you felt foolish, of course you should have known that.

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, he made you believe something for a very long time. He manipulated you into keeping this pain a secret. You are not to blame, I promise you the Council will see that too.” Obi-Wan told you and you nodded, tears sliding down your face again and you wrapped your arms around him and cuddled into his chest again.

Obi-Wan held you close whilst making sure he wasn’t hurting you and swore he would see to it that your Master was dealt with.

Anakin walked into his Master’s chambers after roaming the Temple looking for you after hearing about what had happened on your latest mission and stopped just inside the doorway as he took in the scene of you sobbing into Obi-Wan’s chest.

You hadn’t heard Anakin enter the room but Obi-Wan did and he glanced up at Anakin with a sad smile as he held you. He was glad Anakin was here, he wanted to keep you out of this meeting though he knew the Council would want to speak to you, he wondered if perhaps any of the clones had seen anything and would be willing to speak up about it.

He gestured for Anakin to come closer and you jumped when you felt Anakin sit beside you, relaxing when you saw it was him.

“I know archive security is boring but that’s a lot of tears.” Anakin said softly and you couldn’t stop the choked laugh that escaped you causing the two men to smile.

“I have to speak with the Council,” Obi-Wan told the two of you and you turned to look at him with fear shining in your eyes. From behind you he could see Anakin’s questioning look but just shook his head. “If you want to be there whilst I tell them you can be but it’s completely your decision.”

“I’ll stay with Anakin.” You told him softly, sniffing as you rubbed at your eyes. “You can tell him.” You allowed, gesturing to Anakin as you leaned back into Obi-Wan, even more exhausted than you had been before.

You listened as Obi-Wan filled Anakin in on what he had missed, listening with a small smile as Anakin fumed on your behalf, threatening to go and deal with your Master himself but Obi-Wan assured him it would be dealt with and that his only job was to look after you whilst he spoke to the Council.

That seemed to calm Anakin down and he nodded, sitting back down next to you and letting Obi-Wan transfer you from his arms to Anakin’s, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before he stood and readjusted his cloak.

“You know where I’ll be if you need me.” Obi-Wan said before he turned to leave the room.

Anakin looked down at you as you lay on his chest and smiled softly. He wished Obi-Wan would allow him to deal with your Master but knew you needed him more.

“Come on.” Anakin said, nudging you up softly being mindful of the injuries Obi-Wan had told him about. He knew sitting on the sofa wouldn’t help your wounds and instead stood, smiling at the soft whine of protest that came from you before you took his offered hand and let him lead you over to the bed.

You had to admit it felt much better to be laying down and as Anakin pulled you back into his arms you couldn’t help but relax, feeling better than you had in a long while. It seemed bizarre that Obi-Wan was going to talk to the Council about this, that it wasn’t normal and the Council were going to have something to say about it.

It almost felt like a dream, like you’d wake up with your Master standing over you with a smirk on his face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Anakin whispered as he pressed a kiss to your hair and you smiled, hand holding the fabric of his shirt and cuddling further into him.

“You didn’t know.” You whispered back, eyes heavy as they fell closed and you couldn’t find the strength to open them again.

“Nobody will ever hurt you again, I promise.” You were certain that was a promise Anakin couldn’t keep, no matter how hard he tried but you appreciated it all the same.

Cuddled up in Anakin’s arms, in Obi-Wan’s moments before, felt safe. It was as safe as you had felt for a long time and knowing that the two of them cared so much about you, that they were willing to speak up for you and, in Anakin’s face, threaten the man who had caused you so much harm, had you believing that things would be ok. Once your Master was gone and you had only the two of them you truly believed that, in time, you would be ok.

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The Bond Between Us ~ Reunited

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3,055ish

Summary: Reunions are had in the Force afterlife.

Notes: This one-shot is mainly from Anakin's point of view. I thought it would be a nice change. It did get away from me a bit so I hope that it's not too terrible. (This is a one-shot for my series The Bond Between Us. I do not suggest reading this if you haven't read the series yet.)

Anakin hated how helpless he was—especially since he had put himself in this position. You and Luke were both weak yourselves but were still dragging him along through the rushing Stormtroopers and Imperial Officers, and into the hangar. No one paid any mind to what was happening though, too concerned with getting themselves to safety.

The Imperial shuttle came into view, with the ramp already down and ready to be loaded. Anakin could sense that neither you nor Luke could last much longer carrying him. That was confirmed when you collapsed at the bottom of the ramp. Luke gently set his father down beside you.

“Luke,” Anakin called in a broken whisper, “help me take this mask off."

“No!” You said, moving to kneel beside Anakin.

“But you’ll die,” Luke argued.

“Nothing can stop that now,” Anakin replied. “Just for once… let me look at you with my own eyes… let me see my sister, one last time.”

That’s all Anakin wanted before he died, to see you and Luke with his own eyes. There were so many thoughts running through his mind, like if he was going to be allowed to become one with the Force or if he would ever be forgiven for what he’d done. Seeing you and Luke with his own eyes would help his mind slow down.

Hesitantly, Luke helped remove the Vader mask from Anakin’s face. Tears fell down your face as you saw your brother’s scars and eyes after all these years. They were no longer gold. His eyes flick over to yours.

“I’m sorry… sis…” He struggled to say. “For everything…”

“Ssshhh,” you try to shush and comfort him through your tears. “It’s alright… All is forgiven.”

Anakin couldn’t accept that. There was no way that you could forgive him, especially since he killed Obi-Wan.

“I killed… I killed… Obi-Wan… so you… would feel… my… pain… I’ve caused you… so much… pain…”

“It’s alright, Anakin. It’s alright…” Your breath quivered as you inhaled. “You did it though… you fought off the darkness. You won… You were the Chosen One.”

A hint of a smile graced Anakin’s lips. “I… I guess… so…” He coughed slightly. “Always thought it would be you…”

Anakin’s eyes moved so that he could take in his son. There was so much regret there. Regret for the pain he had caused Padme and the twins. He regretted not being able to be a positive part of his kids’ lives. But at least they had you and Obi-Wan.

“Now, go, both of you… leave me,” Anakin requested.

“No,” Luke shook his head adamantly as he responded. “You’re coming with us. I can’t leave you here. I’ve got to save you.”

“You already have, Luke… You and Y/N were right about me. Tell your sister… you were right.”

“Father, I won’t leave you.”

Anakin heard the start of your gasp, but that was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

~~~

Anakin could have sworn that he had died. He had died with you and Luke beside him. Then why did he feel so calm? So at peace. Why did he feel like he could open his eyes? Like there was something to see if he were to open with.

After a few seconds, Anakin took a deep breath and opened his eyes. It was greeted with an all-white area. He spun around to see that no one and nothing was near him. Catching a glimpse of his hands, Anakin paused to study them. They were his physical hands. No scars, no robotics. They were also younger. Slowly, he put his hands up to his face, feeling it. His face was younger and he had hair back on his head.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a familiar voice rang from behind him, “would hate to see you lose it all again.”

Anakin spun around to see Obi-Wan standing behind him. “Obi-Wan,” he breathed out.

“Anakin.”

Anakin laughed and he stepped forward and brought his Master, friend, and brother in for a hug. Obi-Wan laughed too, welcoming the hug. The two held each other tight, occasionally hitting each other’s back. Tears slowly crawled down Anakin’s cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Obi-Wan,” he rasped. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Anakin,” Obi-Wan responded. “All is forgiven.”

Anakin choked out an emotional laugh. “That’s what Y/N said.”

“Well,” Obi-Wan pulled back, “she always has been the wiser one.”

Anakin nodded in agreement. “Yes, she has.” He noticed that Obi-Wan’s eyes found something behind Anakin. His brown borrowed as Obi-Wan’s smile grew. Anakin turned around to see the person he truly believed he would never see again. “Padme.”

“Ani,” she replied through her growing emotions.

Anakin rushed toward his wife. He picked her up by her hips and spun her around before holding her close.

“Padme…” Anakin cried into his wife’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry… So very sorry.”

“Oh, Ani,” Padme cooed. “It’s alright… I forgive you.”

“How?”

“Ani,” she pulled away so that she could cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. “I forgive you. For all of it. You were trying to save me. You did some awful things, I know that. But you are still worthy of forgiveness.”

“Mhm,” Yoda hummed, appearing nearby. “Right, the Senator is.”

“Master Yoda,” Anakin smiled.

“Nice to see you, it is, young Skywalker.”

“Ani?”

Anakin froze at the voice. It was one that he hadn’t heard since she died in his arms on Tatooine. Slowly, he turned around. Shmi Skywalker was standing behind him with Qui-Gon Jinn beside her.

“Mom?” Anakin breathed out.

“Ani,” she smiled. She opened her arms and Anakin fell into her, clinging to her tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much, mom.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

Anakin pulled back and looked at the man beside his mother. “Master Qui-Gon.”

“Hello, Anakin,” Qui-Gon responded.

“Go now, we must,” Yoda interrupted.

“Go where?” Anakin questioned.

“The Rebellion is having a celebration on Endor,” Obi-Wan explained, coming over and clasping a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “We are going to go see Luke and Y/N.”

“All of us?”

“Unfortunately, Shmi and I cannot go,” Padme answered. “But it’s alright, we’ll be here when you return. We promise.”

“I will keep them company,” Qui-Gon said.

Anakin nodded, following Yoda and Obi-Wan.

~~~

Anakin knew that the young woman was his daughter just from the first glance. There was so much of Padme in her looks. He couldn’t help but smile as she rushed over to Luke, hugging him, before moving to hug you. The two of you shared some words before Anakin watched a man interrupt you and hug you as well. Another ghost of a smile crossed his lips, you were so important to these people and he was happy that you finally made the connections that you always longed for.

Anakin watched as you moved over to the side and watched the flickering flames of the bonfire in the center. Suddenly you glanced around the area as if you had heard something. Anakin looked over to see that Obi-Wan was showing himself to you. You moved around a large tree trunk and rushed to Obi-Wan once you saw him.

“My little star,” Obi-Wan proudly said as the two of you embraced. “I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your head.

Anakin was always in awe at your relationship, though he had never truly seen much of it. It was clear that you and Obi-Wan cared about each other very much. A love that surpassed even death.

“Proud of you, we both are,” Yoda said appearing on the railing beside the couple.

“It is not me you need to be proud of,” you shook your head. “Anakin is the one who stopped the Emperor.”

“Hmm, yes. Seemed to be the Chosen One. Proud we are of him as well.”

“Is he…?”

“I’m right here,” Anakin said as he appeared beside Obi-Wan. He could tell that you were happy to see him as you turned to face him.

“Ani.”

Anakin smiled widely. “Hello, sis.”

“Y/N?” Luke called, walking around the corner. He stopped and smiled at the sight of the Force ghosts near you.

Anakin nodded to his son. Though Luke hadn’t even seen him in this form, he knew Luke knew who he was.

“Go,” Obi-Wan told you. You looked at him, clearly not wanting to leave his side. “Celebrate with the others. Start a new Republic with Leia. Start a new adventure. I’ll be right here when you need me.”

“Oh, Obi… I love you.”

“And I love you, little star.”

Obi-Wan pulled you in for a brief kiss, causing Anakin to make playful noises of disgust. You laughed as you pulled away and looked over at him.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, Ani,” you teased.

“Can’t make any promises,” he smirked. “Thank you, Y/N, for never giving up on me.”

“You’re my brother, Ani, giving up on you was never an option.”

Anakin watched as you gave Obi-Wan one last peck on the lips before slowly walking back to where Luke was standing. Luke smiled again at the Force ghosts watching over the celebration. A few seconds later, Anakin’s daughter appeared behind you and Luke, guiding you back toward the celebration.

Anakin watched as his little family celebrated their win. He hated his part in what had transpired but understood that he couldn’t change what had happened.

~~~

Obi-Wan could see and sense how nervous Anakin was. Anakin was slightly bouncing beside him, anxiously waiting.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this nervous,” Obi-Wan commented. “You need to calm down. You might scare her.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” the old name slipped out of Anakin’s mouth easily. “I’ve just… I’ve waited for this for too long.”

“I know. It has been a while.”

A little ways off in the blank white landscape, a new figure appeared. A large smile graced Anakin’s face. He went to go forward but Obi-Wan’s arm was quickly in front of him.

“Patience, Anakin,” Obi-Wan advised. “Give her a second.”

Anakin bounced on his heels a few times. “Second given.” He moved past Obi-Wan’s outstretched arm and rushed forward. His smile grew with each step. “Snips!”

Ahsoka turned around. “Anakin?” She looked over at her old friend and Master. “Anakin!”

The two laughed as Ahsoka practically jumped into Anakin’s arms. Anakin spun them around as they hugged. They still held onto each other when they stopped spinning. Ahsoka felt the heave of Anakin’s chest and a few tears landing on her shoulder before she heard Anakin’s cries. She held onto him tighter as he continued to cry.

Ahsoka didn’t need to hear Anakin apologize to know he regretted his decisions. Anakin also knew that Ahsoka had forgiven him for everything just by how she tightened her hug. The two were just so grateful to be reunited after so long apart.

~~~

Anakin smiled as Luke appeared a little way in front of him. Luke had allowed the Resistance to escape by distracting Ben Solo, Anakin’s grandson. In doing so, Luke sacrificed himself and became one with the Force. Obi-Wan was standing beside Anakin, looking on at Luke proudly. Luke turned, now his younger version, and saw the two men.

“Obi-Wan?” He questioned, stepping toward them. “Father?”

“Luke,” Obi-Wan replied with a slight smile. “You did well.”

“Thank you, Ben.” Luke looked at Anakin, not really knowing what to do.

“I, uh…” Anakin paused, clearing his throat. “Well, I—“

Luke brought his father into an embrace, stopping him from his nervous stuttering. Anakin gladly hugged his son back.

“It’s so good to see you, father,” Luke admitted.

“It’s good to see you too, son.”

~~~

Anakin was more nervous than he had ever been. He knew that as a Force ghost, he couldn’t actually throw up, but he very much felt like he was going to.

“I can’t,” Anakin said, shaking his head. “I—I can’t do this.”

“Ani,” Padme placed a comforting hand on her husband’s back. “Please don’t overthink this. It will be fine.”

“She hates me. I know she hates me. She’s admitted that she hates me ever since she found out the truth.”

“Leia is stubborn,” Bail said.

“Tell me about it,” Luke scoffed.

“Just like her parents,” Obi-Wan spoke up. “All of her parents.” He looked around at the four who could be defined as Leia’s parents.

“None of you are helping,” Breha scolded.

Anakin was bouncing on his heels as his nerves only grew. “How are you not nervous about this?” He directed his question to Padme. “You haven’t met our daughter either.”

“I know, but someone has to keep you calm,” Padme responded.

“Here she comes,” Bail said excitedly.

Everyone looked over to see Leia walking over with a man. The man had his arm around Leia’s waist, which made Anakin’s parental instincts kick in.

“Leia, Han!” Luke exclaimed.

“Luke!” Both Han and Leia responded.

Luke rushed over to the couple and the three of them shared a large hug. With Leia pulled away, she noticed Bail and Breha first.

“Mother, father,” Leia smiled. Bail and Breha opened their arms and gladly received their daughter in an embrace. When she pulled away, Leia took hold of Han’s hand. “This is Han, my husband.”

“Hello,” Han greeted. He was clearly uncomfortable but was holding it together for Leia.

Everything blurred for Anakin as he focused on Leia. He had messed up so badly with her. He had blown up Alderaan, killing her planet including Bail and Breha. Anakin had even had her tortured for information. Everyone had somehow forgiven him for all of his wrongdoings, but there was almost no way that Leia would do the same. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness, just like he didn’t deserve yours.

Bail and Breha introduced Padme and Leia. Padme didn’t pressure Leia into a hug but smiled at her proudly. Then Leia’s eyes fell upon Anakin. She knew who he was immediately. She wanted to pull Han away and never come back but it was too late. Anakin’s eyes were boring into her.

“Well, Princess,” Obi-Wan pulled Leia’s attention to him to give Anakin more time, “you’ve never stopped fighting.”

“Ben,” she smiled. Leia went over and shared a hug with Obi-Wan.

“I’m not Ben,” he pulled back with a sly smile. “I believe that name moved onto your son.”

“Yes, but you were the one he was named after.” Leia looked back at Anakin. She took a deep breath and stepped toward him. “I know who you are. You’re Anakin Skywalker… Darth Vader… my birth father.” Anakin swallowed nervously and nodded. “I know that you have apologies to make, and I don’t know if I’d be ready to hear them if my son, Ben, hadn’t just come back from the dark side.” She took another step closer. “I understand now. It still doesn’t make your actions right. But I understand now.”

A single tear trailed down one of Anakin’s cheeks. “Thank you,” he rasped.

~~~

You had done it. You had defeated the Emperor once at for all and Anakin couldn’t be prouder. You were the true Chosen One, just like he had always known. Anakin patiently waited and watched as you reunited with Obi-Wan. Luke, Leia, Han, Ahsoka, Padme, Shmi, Qui-Gon, and Yoda were also waiting beside Anakin for their turn to reunite with you.

“Hello there, my little star,” Obi-Wan greeted as he stood behind you.

Anakin smiled at the speed at which you spun around to see Obi-Wan.

“Obi,” you breathed out.

“You did it, darling,” Obi-Wan told you. “You did it and now you can rest.”

Anakin could see the hesitancy in your eyes as you stepped forward. Your hand lifted up to hover beside Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Am I…”

“You’re here, sweetheart.” Obi-Wan placed his hand on top of yours, pushing his fingers through yours, as he guided it to rest against his cheek. Anakin could hear your gasp and see your eyes shining with tears. “You’re with me.”

“Obi.”

You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your lips captured his. Obi-Wan smiled through the kiss, having waited far too long to physically hold you again. When the two of you broke the kiss, your foreheads found each other.

“I am so proud of you, little star,” Obi-Wan said softly. You knew he meant every word of it.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

“And I love you.”

“Okay, okay, enough of this,” Anakin interrupted as you and Obi-Wan went to kiss each other again. He headed for the two of you.

“Ani!” You exclaimed, rushing over to him.

“Hey, sis.” His arms were open wide, ready for you to barrel into him for a hug. And you did just that. Anakin laughed as you collided with him. “I’ve missed you.”

“I don’t think that you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

“Probably not.”

You pulled away to see more people coming up from behind Anakin. Anakin moved to the side to allow you to see who was all there to greet you. You were frozen, in awe at who you were seeing standing there. You didn’t even know where to begin. Shmi made the first move.

“My daughter,” she smiled, bringing you into an embrace.

“Mom,” you cried as you hugged her tightly.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Leia, Luke, and Han came up to you together after. The four of you hugged each other tightly. Then Ahsoka came up and gave you a big hug. Tears were still falling down your cheeks when you came face to face with Padme. The two of you threw your arms around each other.

“Thank you,” Padme whispered.

“For what?” You questioned, confused.

“For taking care of my children. For being there for them when I couldn’t.”

When you pulled away from Padme, you stood in front of Qui-Gon and Yoda.

“Masters,” you greeted.

“Hello, young one,” Qui-Gon said with a smile. “You did well.”

“Yes,” Yoda agreed. “Proud of you, we are.”

“Thank you,” you replied.

Obi-Wan came up beside you, slipping his hand into yours. You looked at him with a large grin before glancing around at everyone briefly. After all those long, hard, sometimes lonely years, you were finally reunited with the ones you cared most about.

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Written for @veloursdor, one evil-doll-exposure-therapy-by-way-of-Obikin-nonsense coming up!

thy fearful symmetry

(2k words: spooky Obikin AU. Dolls, childhood, loneliness, and forgotten memories that never leave.)

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The doll.

Christ, the doll.

Obi-Wan froze with his foot on the first step of the staircase, staring unseeingly at the second landing. He had only just come back from burying his father and speaking with the solicitor.

Obi-Wan’s chest rose in a shuddering breath. The house, and everything inside of it, belonged to him.

Which included the doll.

Anakin.

Nausea rose up his throat like a high tide. Obi-Wan retreated. Up the stairs was Qui-Gon’s study, the place that he hadn’t been allowed to enter, not after the incident that had started it all.

Fuck. How had he forgotten? He supposed that it shouldn’t matter, not anymore. Qui-Gon was gone. There was to be no heartfelt reconciliation between father and son. No probing questions about had truly gone on between Qui-Gon and Tahl, no explanations. With Tahl also gone, it was only him left.

The liquor cabinet was unlocked. If it hadn’t been, Obi-Wan would have taken a hammer and cracked the glass. He was in no mood to be sober. He tossed the keys onto the dusty dining room table—there was dust everywhere, implying Qui-Gon’s habit of locking himself up in his office hadn’t changed—and grabbed a bottle of rum.

Prize in hand, he settled on the steps of the backporch. The shrill mating call of grasshoppers seeped through his brain, another reminder that he was back in Stewjon, even more so than the copse of trees facing the property. Somewhere, out there, were all his old hiding spots—where he’d go to escape the arguments, the cold silences.

Better the hush of the uncaring forest than the emptiness of his foster parent’s dissolving marriage.

The first sip of rum burned. So did the second.

Obi-Wan tipped his head back, the bottle pressed to his lips like a clarion, and swallowed all the fire and bitterness that he could take until he was nothing but ashes, bombed out and numb.

He hung his head forward, shoulders slumped. Receiving the news—Cody’s apologetic expression, right on the heels of what should have been a victory for them, a major contract signed that meant they were now playing in the big leagues—the plane ride, the other papers signed. The calls and texts from friends to extend their condolences, well-meant, but like being punched with a screwdriver each time his phone rang. Putting on the mask of the famed Negotiator to reassure them that he was doing as well as could be expected, that his father had been in his seventies, a heart attack was shocking but not that much of a shock—

He took another drag of the rum. His fingers twitched restlessly. So did his mouth, craving a cigarette. He should have stopped by the convenience store. But the funeral arrangements. The ceremony. The solicitor. All of it in a whirlwind of two days.

And the fucking doll was the first thing that popped into his head the moment that he was alone. Figured.

Anakin. A name he hadn’t allowed himself to think of in forever. Referring to it as the doll had been easier, and then it’d been easier still to sweep up those memories into a dark corner of his mind. Banished along with the rest of his childish fears, to be suppressed in favor of bigger, more important worries. Getting into a good school. Getting along with his roommate. Getting laid. Getting a job. Getting out of Stewjon.

Not necessarily in that order.

Two hours later, he was still sitting there. Above him the sky was an endless expanse of dark, clouds shrouding the moon and the stars that still glittered like gems, undisturbed by light pollution. Obi-Wan had cycled through grief, anger, and exhaustion until his eyes ached, eyelids drooped, and his stomach was an empty pit.

He felt like he stood on the set of a play. If he got to his feet and walked over to the trees, he’d discover them to be two-dimensional, made up of plywood, painted with care to trick the eye. That if he pushed through, he’d wind up backstage, where he’d find…

Obi-Wan blinked, startled. He jerked as if yanked out of a deep sleep.

“Fuck,” he swore softly. The rum bottle was empty. His grieving suit was hopelessly rumpled.

Time to call an end to this day from hell.

He rose to his feet, overly cautious, and felt his way into the house, turning on the lights and then leaving them on as he traveled. Climbing the stairs in his condition was a fool’s gamble, his center of balance was definitely skewed to the left, and if the floor didn’t stop lurching underneath his feet like a capsizing ship, Obi-Wan would throw up.

Eventually, it did stop. Mostly because he collapsed on the sofa.

Displaced dust fluttered in the air. Obi-Wan turned his head and coughed. “Jesus, dad.” When was the last time Qui-Gon had been in the living room? Who lived like this?

A crazy man, whispered an insidious little voice.

No. He wasn’t going there. Tomorrow, fine, whatever. He could deal with that tomorrow.

He could deal with Anakin tomorrow.

—

“Want to play?”

Obi-Wan plucked at the hem of his shorts and then looked up, surprised. There was a young man blocking out the sun. Obi-Wan didn’t know him.

But then, Obi-Wan didn’t know anyone. This was his third foster family in as many months.

He pressed his lips together, doubtful. People were sometimes nice to him, only to then be mean. Best if he kept his distance. Even if this wasn’t a trap, what was the point in talking to someone he’d never see again?

A minute passed. Obi-Wan plucked at his shorts again. They were too big for him. His new foster mom had bought them thinking he was the normal size for a five-year-old boy, but he wasn’t. He was scrawny and gaunt. Food had been scarce at the last house, that was why they’d taken him away.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose and, unbidden, blurted out: “Cats don’t eat tongues. Cats are nice.”

Then he cringed. Crap.

“Cats are nice,” agreed the young man, and knelt down on the grass. His eyes were a deep blue, darker than Obi-Wan’s own. Even kneeling, and with Obi-Wan sitting at the bottom of the back steps, he was slightly taller. He offered his hand the way adults did. “Would you like to see some kittens?”

Obi-Wan was suspicious. He didn’t shake the hand. Instead, he crossed his arms, tucking his arms under his armpits. “No.”

“Are you sure?” came the playful rejoinder. “They’re very cute.”

Obi-Wan firmed up his chin. There weren’t any kittens. This was a lie. A trick. “No, thank you.”

His strange visitor… pouted.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how to react to that. “Um,” he said, a little breathlessly, because oh, no, was the young man actually sad? He was wiping at his eyes like there were tears there, and Obi-Wan’s sense of compassion—and guilt—was immediate and all-consuming.

“I’m sorry! I—I do want to see the kittens. B-but I don’t know you. I should stay here.” Within sight of the back door, like Tahl had told him.

“Oh, is that all? But I live here, too.”

“Um. Do you?”

“Oh, yes. For a…” The young man stopped. A line formed on his brow. “You know, I don’t remember how long I’ve been here. Isn’t that funny?” he shrugged, as if it wasn’t really that important. “I’m Anakin.”

“I’m… Obi-Wan.”

The smile Anakin gave him was sweet, mischievous. “Well, we won’t go anywhere, if you’re not comfortable,” he announced. “But that means we’re not strangers anymore, right?”

There was a certain logic to that, Obi-Wan supposed. But when he opened his mouth to agree, the door behind him creaked open on its hinges.

“Obi-Wan? Are you hungry? I’ve made snacks,” Tahl said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Obi-Wan automatically said, and then turned back to Anakin. If he really lived there, shouldn’t Tahl have made snacks for him as well?

But Anakin was gone.

—

He’d sell the doll, Obi-Wan decided the next day, after the hangover had stopped pounding nails into his skull. As much as he wanted to throw it in the bin, he couldn’t. It’d meant so much to Qui-Gon, and it had historical value and…

Why destroy something out of pettiness? He was a better man than that. For God’s sake, he wasn’t a kid anymore. There was enough gray in his hair that he was considering dyeing it, but then he’d questioned himself why he’d bother.

The rest of the house would also have to go. Donated. Or whatever. There were probably museums that would salivate at the chance to go through Qui-Gon Jinn’s collection. The man had been both well-respected and infamous in certain circles, loved and hated—if not hated, by the end. Surely if he reached out, they’d send someone to evaluate what was worth preserving… they could have all of it, really. Obi-Wan didn’t care.

But before that could be set into motion, he needed to go into Qui-Gon’s study.

He left the house to pick up something to eat, and came back with caffeine. He’d need it.

Unlike the rest of the house, the upstairs hallway was clean. Obi-Wan placed his hand on the doorknob to Qui-Gon’s study and cast a worried glance around, reduced to being nine years old again, and sneaking into his then-father’s study.

Sneaking in to see… to see Anakin.

Obi-Wan exhaled sharply through his nose. The doll. Sneaking in to see the doll. Anakin had never existed. Anakin was the product of a young child’s overactive mind. He’d overheard Qui-Gon at some point talking about the doll, and then his mind had filled in the gaps.

That was all. Logical.

And yet. He couldn’t turn the knob. Not out of fear that Qui-Gon was around the corner and would find out, but out of a strange swirl of anticipation in his gut. The doll was his now.

(Anakin was his now.)

Obi-Wan opened the door.

—

“Why is Qui-Gon so mad?” Obi-Wan’s voice trembled, along with his lips, his hands. Even his breath squeezed in his lungs. He didn’t want Qui-Gon to be angry. Qui-Gon was the best foster dad he’d ever had; he always had something to teach Obi-Wan, some curious stone or feather to show him. He never sighed and rolled his eyes at any of Obi-Wan’s questions, no matter how dumb.

Fear sat like a block of ice in his chest. “I d-don’t get it.” To his despair, tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes. Obi-Wan scrunched them shut, but they rolled down his cheeks.

Anakin was quiet. Then his hand brushed the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “I don’t know,” he confessed, and he sounded young even to Obi-Wan. “I don’t think he’s mad at you. If anyone—” Anakin broke off. “He’s probably angry with me.”

With Anakin?

The fear melted with the heat of indignation. He scrambled off the bed. “He can’t make you go away.” Obi-Wan wouldn’t let him send Anakin away, he’d—he’d tell Tahl, even though she was just as weird about Anakin. He’d—

“No,” said Anakin, with a strange, resigned expression. He was usually lively, if moody, and Obi-Wan didn’t like the change. “No, he can’t. So don’t worry about it, alright? Cry if you need to, and then let’s go visit the Open Circle.”

“Boys don’t cry.” Obi-Wan sniffed.

Anakin’s smile was lopsided. “I cry all the time. And I’m just as much a boy as you.”

This was not the revelation Obi-Wan expected. First, Qui-Gon angry with Anakin, now Anakin, somewhere, crying? Where Obi-Wan couldn’t see?

“You can’t cry anymore,” Obi-Wan told him. What he really meant to say was you can’t cry if I’m not with you, but his young mind couldn’t translate his thoughts into words without losing something along the way.

But Anakin understood.

Anakin always understood him.

—

Obi-Wan flipped the light switch. And there, under a large glass cloche on Qui-Gon’s desk, was the doll that his father had destroyed his life for.

God, how he hated it.

—

(Anakin could never leave him alone again.)

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