#thinking that kenobi will turn skywalker away or break his heart

[tennessoui]

writing warm up that got away from me

It takes thirty-two more hours for the realization to come to Sidious, and he blames Skywalker wholly for the delay. The boy's own stupidity and black-and-white view of the galaxy must be rubbing off on him, that's the only reason Sidious can think of for not having thinking of this sooner.

Kenobi. 

And Skywalker.

The answer has been sitting right before him this entire time, but he had been too blinded by his own hatred of Kenobi to see it. And Skywalker's hero worship of the man hadn't helped, of course. The way Skywalker talked of his old Jedi master evoked images of untouchable saints, glowing angels, benevolent deities...the same way he talked of those sentients he fancied himself in love with at the height of his relationships with them. Gilded and perfect and infallible. It was the way Skywalker loved, to paint his paramours as idols placed upon a pedestal.

How had Sidious missed that Skywalker had already done the same thing with Kenobi? Years ago! For years, he has endured Skywalker's fanatical praise of his Jedi master. He has listened to him complain about the man, his fastidiousness, his devotion to the Jedi Order--but oh, those moments that Sidious had made the mistake of agreeing with Skywalker's own words! He has never felt closer to losing Skywalker's trust than those times he let a bad word about Kenobi slip past his lips, even though Skywalker himself had already said much more damning things.

And yet no matter the argument, no matter the disagreement between Kenobi and Skywalker, Skywalker's faith in his master did not waver. He never took his master down from that pedestal, no matter how many times Kenobi revealed himself to be just a man.

Sidious has spent years resenting that, resenting Skywalker's unshakeable devotion to his master. He has spent years trying to ingratiate himself to the boy, trying to replace Kenobi as the boy's mentor, his father. And every time he has failed because it seems that no matter how often Kenobi manages to break Skywalker's heart, Skywalker gives it to him again without hesitation.

But...but if Skywalker were to see Kenobi through the lens of a man in love, if they were to fall into bed together and strike up a romance, then surely...surely Kenobi would flinch at the force of Skywalker's naked devotion.

#obikin #basically sidious decides to push the two of them together #thinking that kenobi will turn skywalker away or break his heart #but of course kenobi does not do that #because kenobi is also insane about skywalker #and sidious did not take that into consideration #this fic is challenging for two ways tho im writing directly into the ao3 box which i have never done #and also i am writing through massive brain fog #so i think half these words are not the right words #rip kit

[im-poe-dameron]

─── BREATHE ME IN

a/n: so um...i have no idea what this is. i started this when the kenobi series was coming out and sort of dropped it after a month. but here i am, finally finishing it and making it longer than it was supposed to be. did we really expect me not to find darth vader hot? i think he's where my whole loving a masked character came from. honestly this is basically filth with me trying to shove plot in not so subtly. so i hope y'all enjoy!

summary: the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there's a secret he hides even from his own master.

word count: 5.5k+ (because i'm insane)

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, cussing, angst, tenderness which is shocking, thigh riding, choking (obviously), oral (male receiving), a tad bit of face fucking, dom/sub dynamics, rough p in v sex, overstimulation, more hints of anakin than vader.

You’ll never be able to forget the scent of him after that night one month ago. It was branded in your mind, forever a part of you as he bent you to his will—made you his without even saying a single word. You should have fought him on it; made him see that you weren’t ready to relinquish the power you once held, but you knew the man beneath the mask he wore. You had known Anakin before he became this, before he twisted himself up inside and gave into being Darth Vader.

Even now as you stood in your small home on a planet far away from the Empire’s touch, you could feel his control over you. Long before the order was given and Jedi were slaughtered, you had been one of them. A knight who fought alongside Anakin in the Clone Wars—a warrior who chose the side of good rather than evil.

Then things fell apart. You were told that the man you loved, the person you cherished the most, gave into the dark side.

He became a stranger once more.

But nobody runs from Anakin for long—especially when he’s become a force more powerful than any Jedi could ever hope to be. You were hiding out on Devaron when he found you, attempting first to turn you to the dark side with him. Only for you to see something break in his exterior, his walls dropping for a split second and you felt it like a punch to the chest. He needed you.

This absolute desire was not born out of lust but pure necessity, because even as Darth Vader…Anakin Skywalker still lived beneath the mask and he didn’t know how to live without you. You’d always been the person he turned to when Obi-Wan wouldn’t understand the nature of his feelings. When he could no longer control them himself.

So, he left you there—allowing you to remain a Jedi who chose the light side of the Force over him. But he would return again and again. Desperate for someone to put his strained mind at ease—the memories of his past haunting him with every waking day. Perhaps that's where the submission started. In helping him by allowing him into your bed, into your heart little by little each time until eventually…you yearned for him to.

Jedi weren’t allowed to have such strong attachments, but as a Sith…he could keep you as his for as long as possible. A deal you wholeheartedly agreed to with a single word.

The stars were starting to shine brightly in the night sky as you traversed the dense forest of Devaron, your lightsaber clipped to your side and hood drawn up over your head. You heard his ship land ten minutes ago; knew he now stood in the center of your home awaiting your arrival. So, you took your time. Anakin never liked to wait, Darth Vader was no different, and somehow that brought a smile to your face. So desperate to see you that he would battle his way through the forest alone to find you again.

He would come after you—you knew he would—and that brought back the pool of heat that always found its way to your body when he arrived.

There was something twisted about loving him even the way he was now. How could you, a Jedi Knight of your ability, love something so dark? How could you give into the sinister deliciousness of that side, yet still remain so true to the light side of the Force? The answer was simpler than you thought. In your mind he still remained as Anakin the man you loved and even though you knew what he did, what he now became, you couldn’t let go of your heart fully.

Even if the scars now showed as small canyons and ridges, each one holding a darkness that would ultimately cause your demise.

He knew this.

Nobody loved Darth Vader, nobody gave themselves to the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, without understanding they would die because of it one day. Perhaps that’s what caused the absolute ache in your bones at the mere sight of him. The thought of one day no longer being by his side. Some Jedi may claim you were betraying what you believed in—destroying yourself just for an inkling of mind numbing pleasure—but it was more than that. Pleasure ultimately gave way to the pain of loving someone beyond saving.

As expected you arrived at your small house to the sight of a black ship—big enough for one—in the clearing that was solely used by him. The darkness bled through the Force, encasing you in a biting cold as you walked towards the already open door. One might say the sight of him standing amidst your tiny living room was terrifying enough to run away. But you were never one to cower in fear from him and you refused to start now.

His head tilted, energy stretching out towards you through the old connection you used to have with him, and with a small smile you reached back. Twining your brilliant blue around his obsidian nature until you saw him shudder beneath his cloak.

“You’re late,” he said—his voice something you had to continue to get used to.

Humming, you dropped your robe onto the chair behind him, heading towards your small makeshift kitchen where you knew there’d be some bread from the day before. He turned, watching you move as you continued to press your Force signature against his own—reminding him of a time when he too held a blue lightsaber brighter than yours. This was a two way street. You savored the bitter sweetness of the dark side, relishing in the rush of power that flowed through your veins, and he once again fell back into what he used to know. The calming serenity of the light side.

“You’re early,” you teased, knowing his temper was far worse than before. However he always seemed to control it around you—the tight grip he had on his anger evident in the way his fist clenched.

“Where did you go?” He demanded more than asked nowadays and so you stayed silent, awaiting for the flare of anger to shove its way into your mind.

It never came though. The silence almost shocked you as you turned, eating the remainder of the bread. But that’s what he wanted out of you—a reaction that would show you actually acknowledge his presence. How could you not? When he stood there looking like the true embodiment of the dark side of the Force. Although there were times when you missed the sight of Anakin standing before you—a smile on his face that always reached his blue eyes.

“Exploring,” you said, eyes flickering down the length of him—taking in the sight of his rigid stance. “How long are you here for?”

“Tonight.”

His answers were blunt, to the point, because he didn’t have time to dawdle. You were his secret, you knew this. If anyone found out you’d be killed and knowing who Darth Vader answered to…he’d be forced to do it himself. So, you nodded and finished the remainder of your bread as you continued to watch him—prodding at the wall of his mind to hopefully see within. But they remained up, blocking you from anything other than his Force signature which remained tightly entwined with your own.

“How long will you be gone for?”

He paused, pressing against the walls of your mind to see what exactly you were thinking, but you knew he didn’t wish to forcefully tear them down. You were not a person he was interrogating—rather a lover who he may very well lose if he didn’t act accordingly. His fist clenched again, the struggle to remain in complete control now wavering as you stalled for time. He knew what you were doing and yet he still played along.

“I don’t know.”

You hummed, once more pressing against the wall in his mind. It was dangerous to be let inside—having seen what he harbored behind the thick barrier—but your curiosity always wished to drag you into trouble.

What was safety compared to intimately knowing the most lethal person in existence? To you there would be nothing more intriguing, nothing more worth the risk than this simple gesture.

“Don’t,” he spit out, stepping closer until your lower back was digging into the counter.

“You let me in once before—”

His gloved hand landed on your throat, silencing your words and causing a shudder to run down your spine. Though the position wasn’t unfamiliar, it still brought a small inkling of fear to peek its head out. He could kill you—without remorse. Yet he never did. He simply remained, holding your throat as tenderly as he possibly could—relearning what the meaning of gentle was. That thought alone brought a dazed smile to your face, your eyes nearly fluttering closed as his thumb ran along the column of your neck.

“That is no longer a luxury you are allowed to have.”

The words were sinister on his tongue, like a sharp knife to your heart, but you’d been scarred by him before. “Is it because I know what I’ll find? Or are you afraid?”

His control finally snapped, the pressure on your throat now crushing you until you struggled for air. But he didn’t squeeze harder, he didn’t make sure that you were unable to breathe completely, because he couldn’t cross that line. He refused to. You were the only light he let slip through the cracks of his helmet; the one thing keeping him stable on the ground and while it wasn’t very Darth Vader of him to keep you—it was the part of Anakin that still remained that held onto you tightly.

“You know nothing.”

Despite the lack of oxygen, you smiled. “I know you.”

The words came out choked and broken, but it was enough. He froze, his hand loosening around your throat as the final realization clicked into place just like it always did when he found his way back to you.

You knew him—knew Anakin that lay beneath the surface and Vader that rose to power crushing him in the end. You knew all the ugly bits that showed through the evident splinters of his being and in spite of all of that…you still loved him. Whenever he left you he seemed to forget that when he came here he didn’t have to wear a shroud of anger that resembled his cape. He didn’t have to wean himself from the light side with every bittersweet touch, because you held no expectations of him.

“Anakin,” you breathed, hand sliding along his leather covered limb. “Come home.”

Little by little you saw his walls come down, felt the darkness seep into his Force signature until you were surrounded by it. Until the only light left between the two of you was yours—guiding him back to you for a brief moment. He’d only be here tonight, so you’d have tonight.

You would take as much time as you were allowed if it meant seeing Anakin for a brief moment again.

“Anakin is dead,” he muttered, hand shifting until his thumb was pressing against your bottom lip. “I killed him.”

Parting your lips you allowed him to invade your senses even further—the taste of the leather permeated your mouth, driving a moan from your throat. Digging your nails into his arm, you felt him push against you—forcing his way into your mind and showing you images of a past that felt like yesterday. Anakin’s face flashed before you, the smile you ached to see again finally coming back to you, and it drew a whimper to the surface. A sound he liked if the pressure on your tongue was enough to go by.

The scene shifted and you felt the heat flare to life in your stomach as you saw yourself beneath him, sobbing his name as he practically shoved you into all encompassing bliss. Memories he still held onto—torturing himself because he could no longer have you in the way he wanted. But above all that, one stuck to the forefront of your mind. The taste of him as he kissed you; devoured everything you were and felt greedy enough to take even more.

The first hints of the dark side within him.

“Maker,” you gasped as he ripped his hand away, reaching for the ties of your robes. “I miss it too.”

Gathering enough of your energy you used the Force to shove him backwards until he stumbled into the wall behind him—his large frame taking up too much space. To anyone else it would have felt suffocating, but to you…this was as safe as you were ever going to get. He ached to have his old self back not to be a Jedi again. No, he thrived in the sinister ways of the Sith. He wanted to be Anakin, to have you again by his side—to kiss you like he used to on nights where things became too heavy a burden to carry alone.

Somehow in the midst of you pushing him back and him resisting you ended up pinned to the wall of your bedroom by him. He didn’t even have to touch you to make you beg for more; for you to do anything he wanted. This is what bending to his will became and he loved it.

He stood inches away, the tips of his boots touching yours and so like a fool you let your walls down without any warning. Shoving every memory and burning need his way until he was gasping through the modulator—his hand slamming against the wall beside your head. Each moment you were with him, each touch and night neither of you slept—too busy finding what made the other tick—it all poured into his mind. You made him see what you saw whenever you were near him even with the mask.

The cold feeling of his mask pressed against your cheek as he tried to push himself closer. This is all it would amount to. Nights spent in secret when really the both of you ached for one last thing. Something you never got.

A farewell kiss.

“Anakin,” you said softly, hand sliding to his shoulder. “Are you home?”

He let out a breath, the sound distorted through the modulator before finally breaking down the last of his walls. “Yes.”

You didn’t know how long tonight would truly last and so you began to clutch at his arm, feeling a hot press of his gloved hand dig into your thigh as he raised it to his hip. A natural movement he’d done a hundred times over. That was enough to make you smile, a small bit of laughter echoing off the walls of your tiny room. Although darkness still clung to him, still twisted tightly around your Force energy, he remained the man you loved.

Both Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader alike.

“Tell me,” he groaned, shoving his knee up gently and fitting it right at the seam of your pants.

It almost didn’t feel fair how he knew your body so well—how he knew which way to move you to finally hear that familiar moan tumble past your lips.  Grinding your hips down, your head fell back against the wall when pressure was finally applied to your throbbing clit, sending sparks down your spine. You knew he watched every emotion, expression, and heard every sound behind that helmet and somehow…that made it even more electric.

“Tell me,” he demanded, hand going back to your throat and keeping you in place as his other one guided your hips along his thigh.

Fuck, you were still clothed and felt like you would fall apart at any moment.

“I—” Moaning, your hands scrambled for purchase along his chest. “I love you.”

Placing pressure on your throat he shoved pressed his thigh upwards, watching your eyes flutter shut, a high-pitched gasp escaping you as you finally broke. Light flooded his senses, nearly breaking his stance, but the sight of you writhing in his grasp—whimpers falling from your lips was too addicting for him to let go of. They say that the dark side made one greedy; desperate for whatever they wanted, and in this moment he was prepared to take and take until you had nothing left to give.

He knew you’d let him. You would give him whatever he asked for.

“Anaki—” He cut you off, dragging you along his thigh again and watching as your face twisted. Both pain and pleasure collided as you were shoved into overstimulation.

“Again,” he said, moving his hand from your hip to your pants—helping you yank them off until the leather of his glove slid through your hot slick. “I want to see you do it again.”

“Oh fuck.”

Gasping for air, you dug your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he ruthlessly began to toy with your clit. He knew exactly what to do to shove you right on that edge again and perhaps that’s what flung you over it. Or maybe it was him shoving the same words back into your own mind until it echoed over and over again.

I love you.

Sith didn’t care about things like love, but Anakin Skywalker was never truly a Sith just as he was never truly a Jedi.

He was stuck in between—crossing the border of want and need.

“I can’t.” A cry ripped from you as his other hand moved down from your neck to your chest, rubbing a thumb over your nipple. “I—Anakin I can’t.”

He chuckled, the sound menacing even to you. “Yes you can.”

This wasn’t a question—it was a choice of when you’d finally give in. The pressure in your body built, the coil twisting as he continued to rub sharp circles on your clit. When your legs began to shake and your vision became blurry from tears, you knew you were right there on the very edge of shattering, but you couldn’t. Not until he joined you on that edge—relenting his power to give you some of your own.

“Say it,” you begged, eyes screwing shut as he sunk two fingers into you right to the knuckle—his thumb continuing. “Say it for me. Please I need—I need to—”

“I love you.”

The words sounded foreign coming from his modulator, but you knew this was Anakin speaking not the twisted side of him that fed off of pain. He’d finally ripped free from the cage he was put in, leeching off the light coming from you with glee. He may not have meant the words entirely, but they did what you both intended them to do.

Sobbing his name, you felt the pressure snap in two flooding your body with a white-hot pleasure. You could hear his fingers as they continued to pump into you, rubbing against the spot along your walls that made your legs shake and tears flow down your cheeks.

“That’s it,” he muttered, hand going around your neck to hold you in place as you practically grinded on his hand—the pleasure still coursing through your veins.

You were lost to it. Mind numb to everything else but him standing before you.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath and gain feeling in your limbs again and he waited. Gave you a chance to breathe as he fought against the impatience that trickled into his veins—a quality that was unnatural to him. Once you were finally able to open your eyes, sighing in contentment, you focused on his mind—allowing yourself a chance to see inside of it. As always it was inner turmoil that had you flinching, but right now all you saw were memories of you and him. The same ones he played over and over again while he was away from you.

“And here I thought you never missed me while you were away,” you said, lips curving into a smile sweet enough to taste.

“I don’t miss you.” He leaned closer, hand reaching down to cup your swollen cunt. “I miss this.”

Words like that should have stung, but you knew him better than that. You knew why he said the things he said. So you smiled wider, dragging his arm up until his hand was in front of your face, the black leather shiny with your cum. Twining your Force signature around him until he couldn’t escape, you sucked his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself. He didn’t expect you to give in so easily—usually enjoying the fight you put him through. But tonight you’d settle for this so you could gain more.

“We’ll see about that,” you whispered, kissing his palm and dropping his arm.

You wanted him to give over the control he ached for; wanted to watch as the last of his residual armor came crashing down around you. Only one person would be able to say they brought Darth Vader down to their knees and it was you. His light, his moon, his lover.

Pushing his leg away, you pressed your hands on his chest, wishing you could once again feel the strong heartbeat beneath his skin. The steady thrum of it put you to sleep on long nights when you snuck away from the Jedi Temple, but for now you’d have to settle for the rhythmic timing of his breaths as they echoed around the room.

Without another thought, you dropped to your knees in front of him—his body keeping you caged in along the wall. You figured he already knew what you were going to do, if the way he widened his stance told you anything. His hand cupped the back of your neck, tilting your gaze back towards him. It was the gentle nature of his touch that sent heat spilling into your heart. Anakin flared to life right before your eyes with every passing minute.

Undoing his belt, you allowed yourself a moment to admire what lay beneath the leather. What he always drew your attention away from. The skin was burnt, scarred beyond anything you’d ever seen before, but that never mattered to you. He stood stiff, his other hand pressed against the wall, helmet focused on you. Almost like he was unsure of what would happen.

Would you not care? Or would what remained not be what you wanted?

“Oh…” you gasped when he was finally free.

He was scarred there too, you’d felt it before. Except you weren’t shocked by that; no you were surprised by how worked up he was. The glossy sheen of precum building up at the tip practically dripped down your palm as you held him—begging for you to taste. Leaning forward, you took the head of his cock into your mouth, the guttural moan he let out sending a flare of heat through your body.

“Is this for me?” you asked sweetly, knowing it would only succeed in riling him up even more.

He grunted, his hand pushing you forward until his cock was once more back in your mouth. Although you didn’t mind in the slightest. Not when his addicting salty tang spread on your tongue the longer you sucked on the head. He was shameless with the sounds he made. Entirely focused on his pleasure, but you felt the way he softly rubbed his thumb along your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin.

“Take me deeper,” he said, already knowing you were heading that way anyways. “I know you can.”

You moaned when he hit the back of your throat, his hips thrusting forward slightly until you gagged. That alone only made him do it again. Pressing against the firm line that stood between the both of you. He wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want—as long as you gave him control. Something you were more than okay with handing over.

It’s not like you had any semblance of it before he became Darth Vader. Anakin had always been one to take what he deemed he deserved. Except when it came to you, he always gave you the choice. Even now as your nose brushed the base of his cock, your throat squeezing him so tight his whole body shuddered, you still held the choice.

You sucked in a breath when he pulled away, tears streaming down your cheeks and spit covering your chin. Part of you wanted to keep going—to feel him spill down your throat—but you knew that wasn’t what he was here for. Dragging you up, he pressed the cold shell of his helmet against your forehead, hands grasping your hips tightly.

“I need—” He cut himself off, a loud breath reverberating through his modulator. 

For the first time that night you felt it. The small flicker of blue in his otherwise black Force signature. Only in moments like this, when his desperation practically permeated the air, did you find your Anakin.

The only thing stronger than Palpatine’s hold over him had always been the love he felt for you—that was clear to you now.

“I know,” you murmured, leading him back and watching as he sat on your bed. His large frame practically took up the entire room. He spread his legs, allowing you to step between them, but you had a different plan altogether.

Clambering onto his lap, you held yourself up as you positioned his cock at your entrance. Your slick practically pooled over him, making it easier for you to take him in one thrust. But rather than rush this, you held yourself there. Hovering over his needy and wanting cock—making him wait for the one thing he so desperately needed. The blue flickered again, vibrating through you and forcing a gasp from your lungs.

You longed to pull it closer until it enveloped you entirely; til you suffocated from its light. But whatever remained was now small and fleeting, only seen in moments like this. His grasp turned harsh, impatient. Letting you know that he only had so much left in him before he took back the small sliver of control he allotted you.

Your whole body shook as you finally lowered yourself, feeling the stretch of his cock sliding into your cunt. A growl ripped from his chest, his hands pressing you down further and watching in delight as your head fell back, a garbled shout echoing off the walls. You went dizzy with the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. It rushed through you, setting each nerve in your body alight with a burning fire.

Which only made everything shine brighter.

Light flooded his senses, your Force signature practically bleeding out into the room. And he took it. He swallowed it whole in his never ending darkness with the hope that you were never extinguished.

“More,” you gasped, fingers digging into the leather that covered his shoulder.

He shoved his hips upward, grinding against you and tearing a sound from your chest that seared into his mind instantly. You were a wanton mess. Barely hanging on to the person you were thirty minutes ago—before he came back into your life. Instead there you were. The lover who fed off of his darkness; who took what the Jedi Order claimed was forbidden and begged for more.

“Maker—fuck—I-I’m oh fuck—” You made no sense, but that’s the way he wanted you. An incoherent babbling mess that rode his cock to chase that feeling only he could bring you.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you dropped back down haphazardly, hating the emptiness that came with his cock slipping out of you. A sound tore through his modulator, his hands tightening on your hips as you set a brutal pace. He groaned when your walls tightened around him, the sound of your skin slapping against the leather of his pants echoing in the room. If you listened closely you could hear the wet squelch of your slick as he set his own pace, pounding into you without abandon.

“Please, Anakin please,” you cried, unsure of what you were begging for.

He seemed to know though.

Without a response, his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing down tightly as he thrusted upwards even harder. The lack of oxygen seemed to only heighten the sensation you chased—pleasure building up to an almost painful degree in your body.

He bent you to his will, guiding your body in a way that felt familiar. You didn’t have to think when he was here, didn't need to focus your energy on any of this, because he did it for you. His gloved thumb pressed against your lips until you opened up with ease, sucking his finger into your mouth with a moan. It gave you a chance to take in a deep breath before he clamped down tight around your throat again. Turning your vision hazy.

“Good,” he muttered, pulling the spit slicked finger from your mouth. Only to press it firmly against your clit.

Your body arched, a broken cry falling from your lips as tears streamed down your face. It was too much, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop. You didn’t want him to. The pleasure nearly blinded you with each thrust of his cock into your dripping cunt. But what made you fall wasn’t the feeling of him finally striking against the spot that made your body curl in on itself.

No, it was the image he projected in your mind.

“That’s what you like huh,” Anakin’s voice grunted in your head, his blue eyes just as bright as before.

You sobbed out a garbled yes, eyes rolling back. The image continued. A bright blue light wrapped itself around you, nearly burning you from the inside out as he pinched your clit between his fingers. And you chased it; grabbed onto the sensation tightly and let it fill your chest until you swore your heart stopped beating.

“I want you to cum. Let me see my pussy drip for me,” he spit, dragging you closer until you were pressed so tight it nearly hurt.

“Don’t,” you gasped, shoving the image of Anakin away from your mind, eyes focusing on the empty soulless black mask he wore. His hand let up slightly, allowing you breath to speak. “I want to see you. Not him.”

Warmth spread through your chest when his hips stuttered, a groan reverberating against your breast. You wished you could kiss him. Feel the hot press of his lips on yours, but this—feeling him thrust into you quickly—was enough. His hand tightened again as his cock drove up into you harshly, hitting right where you needed to fly off the edge. Your mouth fell open, a broken sob making its way through as the all encompassing heat you so desired began to spill through your body.

A snarl ripped through your very being when he finally joined you, spurting into your swollen cunt and filling you until you leaked around the base of him. Except he didn’t stop. He pushed forward, thrusting into you until pain filtered through the pleasure. Once more you were shoved into that bliss, drowning in it with no way out.

Sobbing his name, you felt your body shake as he finally ceased his movements, allowing you to sag against him. The energy was completely depleted from you and he knew it. Which is why he didn’t move. Simply breathed deeply, his softening cock still deep in you, causing you to moan slightly at every soft twitch.

“How long until you have to go?” you sighed, your fingers tracing random shapes against his armor.

“Soon.”

“Will you come back?”

You knew you wouldn’t receive an answer. You never did, because even he didn’t know when Palpatine would finally release him again from his grasp. He let out a breath, his hands cupping your ass as he molded you to him. The blue light still flickered amidst the darkness, turning his once bleak Force signature a brilliant midnight color. And for a moment you saw the real him. The man who lay beyond the layers of his armor.

Laying a kiss against the cold shell of his mask, you allowed yourself a moment to be enveloped by him. The darkness would return eventually, wiping away the man who sat beneath you. But for now, he was here and he was yours.

Smiling, you pressed against it with your own, feeling him shudder beneath you. It was like looking at the night sky—a sight you wanted to keep until you were left alone once more. Curling around his body, you allowed sleep to finally overtake you, your mind soothed by the soft touch of the Force he pressed against you.

Only then did you realize.

In the small space of your home, beneath the strain of a galaxy under siege, your Anakin finally found his way home again.

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[nonasuch]

Did you ever write more to the "vader finds out that leia I'd his daughter" story?

No but it’s been percolating in my head for a while so let’s go

(continuing from this)

The first thing Vader does is cover his tracks. Wipes the security cameras for the whole cell block, wipes the prisoner logs, makes sure that no trace of Leia’s capture or escape will be in the files synced daily with Imperial Center. Puts in transfer orders for that nervous junior officer to somewhere very far away and very quiet. Saves only one short vid clip, to the secret hard drive hidden in his own respirator.

I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you.

While he’s doing this, his children (children! plural!) are getting themselves into trouble, and out again. Apparently the trash compactor was involved. He will have more footage to scrub. Somehow they’ve acquired a Wookie.

Kenobi is with them.

Vader should have foreseen this. Of course, Kenobi.

His presence saturates the Force, nearly drowning out Luke— and Leia, too, now that Vader knows to look. It’s enough to break Vader free from the chill of shock, his rightful fury seen as through a window right up until it shatters, and engulfs him again.

But he forces it back. He wants answers, before he kills Kenobi.

(I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you.)

He hasn’t played the clip again, but it echoes in his ears nonetheless.

When he faces Kenobi, Vader is still off-balance. Kenobi seems as calm, as unruffled as he ever did, though he’s far too obvious in buying time for Leia and Luke to attempt an escape.

Vader asks him: “Do they know?”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Kenobi says, light and unconvincing.

“You kept them from me,” Vader says, and that is a thought that feeds the Dark, that lets him hammer at Kenobi’s saber until he’s nearly past his guard—

“I kept them from your master,” Kenobi says, his voice still even and pleasant and false, hardly betraying his exertion.

“I’ll kill you for this,” Vader vows.

“I expect so,” says Kenobi. “I swore I’d die before I let Palpatine harm another child in my care. If dying will keep them from him, it’s well worth the cost.”

(I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you.)

By the end of this speech Kenobi recovers a little of his old skill, turning Vader’s blows aside instead of merely bearing up under their weight. Too soon, Vader falters, losing the momentum of rage. They both fall back to defensive positions. Any living troopers have long since cleared the area; the whole deck is a ruin of saber gouges and shattered armor.

Vader rarely speaks without thinking. The nature of his breathing apparatus makes this a necessity, more often than not. But the words escape him anyway.

“Who named them?”

And now Kenobi is the one who falters. It is satisfying, if short-lived. “Their mother,” he says. “With her last breaths.”

A long time ago — a lifetime away — there was a list of names. Two lists, really, to start with, and then another of the names held in common to both. No record of it survives, not even on the hard drive hidden next to Vader’s heart.

On Naboo, children are often named for virtues. A child might be called Aluuk, for kindness, or Alié, for wisdom.

On Tatooine, a child’s name is the parent’s hope for its future. Perhaps Lukka would grow to be free; perhaps Leyah would grow to be fierce.

And perhaps they have. Vader does not know. Kenobi took that from him.

Vader won’t kill him yet, though. He still has questions.

#asked and answered #star wars #i wrote a thing

[not-the-droid]

Across Time and Space

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: After the events of Order 66, Obi-Wan believes he’s lost all he’s ever loved. Until he finds her again.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: angst (because i can’t help myself), reader is described with she/her pronouns

A/N: I’ve been watching Obi-Wan Kenobi (series) and it is one of the most angst filled shows I’ve ever seen and I love it and I just had to write for him because he’s the love of my life. Enjoy and let me know if you have any other Obi-Wan centric requests bc I love him.

Obi-Wan glanced down the corridor before softly shutting the door behind him. Her back was still turned to him, gazing up at the sky freckled with stars.

“You’re late,” She says, sighing softly as his arms slipped around her waist. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, pressing his lips to her temple as he lifted his fingers slightly. The curtain drifted across the window, giving the two young Jedi their much awaited privacy.

It had become somewhat of a tradition in the past few months. The moment they finished their training for the day and nightfall arrived, one of them would slip into the other's quarters. Sometimes it would be Obi-Wan’s, sometimes it would be (Y/N)‘s. It didn’t really matter as long as they could hold one another.

“I would never forget.” Obi-Wan replied, turning her to face him. “Master Qui-Gon has insisted on keeping me for extra training as of late.”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed in concern. “Do you think he suspects?”

Shaking his head, Obi-Wan unwrapped his arms from around her. “I don’t think so. We have to remain careful though. If the Council found out-“

He didn’t need to continue, they both knew the consequences of breaking the code. Their attachment to one another was too strong to be allowed as Jedi.

So, it would remain a secret. Perhaps in the future rules could change.

The future seemed rather bright as Obi-Wan looked at her, his heart pounding against his chest as she pressed her lips to his.

The heat jerks him awake, the suns of Tatooine beaming angrily against his skin.

Obi-Wan winced as he sat up, rubbing the memory from his eyes as he awoke. Sleep always brought memories back to him.

Anakin. Master Qui-Gon, Padme….

(Y/N).

The image of her lingered, their days together as padawans seeming so close though he knew they were so, so distant. It wasn’t wise to dwell on the past. On dreams.

So, he didn’t. Obi-Wan went about his days as he had ever since he went into hiding. Watching young Luke Skywalker from afar, going off to work then returning home to rest before repeating.

Still, he couldn’t shake her from his mind. Memories flooded back like tidal waves any time he closed his eyes. It had never been so hard to push the thought of her away before.

He passed through the village that day. Obi-Wan attempted to avoid the bustling streets of town as much as he could, but something seemed to lure him toward the crowd.

Then he sees her. He’s sure he’s dreaming again as they lock eyes.

They meet in the center of the street, standing silently for a moment before Obi-Wan comes to his senses.

Neither of them could be seen here.

He leads her behind a building, checking if they had been followed before returning his gaze to her.

In the moment, Obi-Wan knows she’s real. If it was a dream she would have disappeared the moment she reached up to touch his cheek.

It was a feeling he would never forget. A dream couldn’t capture that feeling.

“You’re alive.” He whispers.

“So are you.” (Y/N) replies, her voice so quiet he can barely hear. “I’ve been searching for so long. I kept my end of our promise.”

“Promise me we’ll find each other when this is all over.” He whispered.

(Y/N) stared out at the chaos. Rays of light shot past, erupting the ground below with a loud thunder as enemy forces moved closer to the temple.

Obi-Wan pressed his forehead to hers. Years of affection, secret meetings, and embraces seeping from him as he screwed his eyes shut, lacing his fingers in her hair for what he feared was the last time.

She rested her hand on his forearm. “I promise.”

Obi-Wan willed himself to break their embrace, the two of them grabbing their sabers before walking out into the fight.

He looked at her one last time. “I swear to you if we survive this, when there is peace again, we’ll go somewhere far, far away. I’ll never leave your side again.”

(Y/N) ran toward him, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips before running off, her saber blazing with light.

His heart is pounding. He can’t tell if it’s from love or fear.

Obi-Wan takes her to his home. Well, he wouldn’t call it a home. It was simply where he slept during the cold desert nights.

He feels foolish. He wants to say something to her, but he can’t form what he wants to say to her. Obi-Wan doesn’t know if he could ever find the words to do justice to what he was feeling.

Her name is all he can get out. She doesn’t ask him to say anything else.

(Y/N) explains how she escaped. How bravely she had fought. How she’d piloted the last remaining X-Wing off the planet at the very last moment.

All that mattered to Obi-Wan was that she was alive.

“If I would have known,” he said, desperately wanting to wrap her in his arms but thinking better of it. “I would have searched the entire galaxy for you.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “You didn’t know. Besides, you had the boy to watch over.”

Their hands seemed to interlock on their own, as if they had been searching for each other since the moment they parted. They locked eyes, silence falling between them.

When their lips connect it's like they had never left one another. Obi-Wan’s heart pounds in his chest like it had all those years ago. He didn’t know his heart could still beat with such intensity.

When they pull apart, his calloused hand comes to rest against her jaw.

(Y/N) placed her hand over his. “You promised you’d never leave my side again if we lived. Do you intend to keep that promise?”

Obi-Wan smiles for the first time in what seemed like forever. “Of course, my darling. I swear.”

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars imagine

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 30

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,275ish

Summary: You obviously struggle with the revelation that Obi-Wan is alive and is disguised as Rako Hardeen.

Warnings: angst, injuries, freakin Mace Windu 

Notes: I did warn everyone that there was basically gonna be angst for a while, didn’t I?

When you had landed on the front of the ship, Obi-Wan couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Guilt immediately filled his entire being at the dimness of your usual bright light. He had done that. He had caused you pain. That’s why he had to get to you quickly, despite being disguised as Rako Hardeen. 

When you begged him to just kill you, Obi-Wan’s heart crumbled further. Had you really decided that life wasn’t worth living without him? Had he really pushed you that far? Obi-Wan couldn’t let you think that so he pushed his signature to you, only to quickly be met with shields. He supposed he did deserve that. Before anyone could notice, Obi-Wan knocked you unconscious for your safety and ran to help Anakin in any way he could.

~~~

You had never felt anger like this in your life. Honestly, you had never truly been angry, that emotion seemed to belong solely to Anakin. But this was different. When you arrived back at the Jedi Temple, Anakin and yourself were immediately summoned by Master Yoda to one of the meditation rooms.

“You summoned us, Master?” Anakin said as the two of you entered.

“Wrong to deceive you both it was,” Yoda admitted, turning around from where he was sitting, “but much at stake there is.”

“So we were right. Obi-Wan is still alive.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. It was clearer now that the Council had commanded Obi-Wan to sever the bond. That still didn’t make what Obi-Wan did right. The pain it was still causing you was clear in the Force around you.

“Skywalker, a powerful Jedi you are, ye unpredictable and dangerous you can be,” Yoda told Anakin. “To both your friends and enemies. For Obi-Wan, on your patience everything depends.”

“What if he needs our help?”

“Hmm. If you leave, help him you could. But his future, uncertain is. Trust in Obi-Wan we must.”

“I’m afraid that’s no longer something I can do,” you admitted quietly, tears of frustration pricking away at your eyes. “You made him break the bond. You knew the pain it would cause me.”

“Did what we thought was right, at the time we did. Sorry, I am for the pain it’s caused you my former Padawan.”

You shook your head. “How I am ever supposed to trust any of you again? I am just a doll to the Council. Someone who does their bidding willingly and someone who is disposable.”

“Disposable to the Council, you are not. Strong we believe you to be.”

“Clearly not strong enough.”

~~~

After you had marched out of the meditation room, you headed out of the Jedi Temple. You were unable to even think about being there anymore. You went for your starfighter and flew up to your star cruiser. Exiting the ship, Crak met you.

“I heard about what happened to General Kenobi,” he immediately said. “I am sorry for your loss.”

“Yeah, me too,” you murmured. “I’ll be in my quarters if anyone asks for me. I need some time alone.”

“Yes, of course, General.”

Once you were hidden away in your quarters, you broke down into sobs. You collapsed onto your knees, hands bracing yourself against the floor. Questions ran through your mind at lightspeed.

How could Obi-Wan allow the Council to ask that of him? To sever the bond from you when they know it is a strength to both of you? How could Obi-Wan willingly go through with it? Did he not love you as much as you believed or need the bond as much as you did?

This secret mission that Obi-Wan was on for the Council was making you question everything. About the Council, the entire Jedi Order, and your relationship with Obi-Wan. That last night with Obi-Wan played in your mind.

“You know that I love you, right?” 

“Yes.”

“And that I would never do anything to hurt you without reason?”

“Obi-Wan… what’s happening?”

“I need you to trust me, little star. Whatever happens, I need you to keep the faith.”

“You’re scaring me. What are you talking about?”

“Just… remember how much I love you, okay? Hold onto that. Promise me that you can do that.”

Obi-Wan had confessed his love for you once again and asked you to trust him. Had you known the plan beforehand, maybe you could trust him now. But that trust was broken upon finding out he was alive and he had hurt you on purpose.

You closed your eyes as you tried to sense the Force around you, trying to ground you. More tears slipped down your cheeks at the lack of connection you felt with the Force. Were you truly this weak without Obi-Wan? Or had you depended on him for far too long?

~~~

It wasn’t long before you were called back to the Jedi Temple. You were summoned to the war room where Anakin, Ahsoka, and a majority of the Jedi Council members were surrounding the holo table. You found a spot to lean against the wall, as far away from the Council members as you could be. A section of Naboo was projected on the holo table as he plan to protect the Chancellor at Naboo’s Festival of Light was formed.

“As you can see, we’ve mapped the Chancellor’s route to and from the festival stage,” Master Windu stated. “We know where he’ll be at every moment from the time we land on Naboo.”

“What security measures are in place?” Master Plo asked.

“The Naboo Royal Guard will have armed sentries at all entry points on the palace. And the stage itself will be sealed off by a ray shield for the duration of the event.”

“I see nothing here to worry about,” Anakin said.

“With complacency comes vulnerability,” Yoda responded. “Yes… it is what we do not see that concerns me. Along time to plan his attack, Count Dooku has.”

“Yes,” Windu agreed. “We thought we’d have an advantage with Obi-Wan on the inside, but we’ve had no communication from him in days.”

“Has our Padawan sensed anything?” Plo asked, causing everyone to turn to you.

You scoffed. “You made him sever the bond, remember?” You replied in a harsher tone than they had ever heard from you. “I have not sensed anything from him either.”

“Obi-Wan will do his part,” Anakin stated, trying to get the attention away from you. “Let’s make sure we do ours.”

Anakin motioned with his head for you to follow him as he left the war room. You did so. Ahsoka sighed, looking to Master Windu for guidance.

“I fear we have done too much damage to our former Padawan this time,” Plo expressed. 

“We should have gone about this differently,” Shaak Ti agreed. “The light around her is dimming and we have no one to blame but ourselves.”

“She will be fine,” Windu responded. “She must learn not to rely on others so much.”

“That’s not it, Master Windu,” Ahsoka argued. “The bond they shared was different. You have yet to see them in action together. There’s a strength there that is palpable.”

“Concerned I am as well, for our Padawan,” Yoda added. “Concerned for her path in the light.”

~~~

You flew with the group to Naboo. As you exited after the Chancellor, you noticed Naboo’s Queen, Padme, and Senator Organa there to greet him.

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” the Chancellor said to the Queen.

“Welcome home, Chancellor,” Padme said. “I’m thankful to the Jedi for bringing you here safely.”

“Yes, Senator, it is good to be back. Although I think the amount of security that has accompanied me is overkill.”

“With all due respect, Chancellor, where your safety is concerned there is no such thing as overkill,” Windu said.

“So you keep insisting, Master Jedi. But I’ve grown tired of discussing it.”

The Chancellor walked off with the Queen, Master Windu, and other politicians. Padme stayed behind to greet you, Ahsoka, and Anakin.

“Anakin, Y/N, Ahsoka, welcome to the festival,” Padme greeted.

“I’ve never seen the Festival of Light,” Ahsoka said as she looked around. “Sounds like a big event.”

“They’re expecting a large crowd,” Anakin stated, “which means it will be difficult for Dooku to attack during the ceremony. That leaves the palace as the best opportunity for an ambush.”

“Are you that certain an attack is imminent?” Padme questioned.

“I’m afraid so. Which is why I’m making Ahsoka your personal bodyguard.”

“At your service, My Lady,” Ahsoka said.

“If there’s trouble, Ahsoka will get you, the Queen, and the rest of your staff to safety.”

“Why about you and Y/N?” Padme wondered.

“Hopefully, I’ll be where I always am. With Y/N at my side, of course.”

“He means saving the day,” Ahsoka laughed.

“Of course he does,” Padme responded.

“Don’t worry, Padme, I will watch over him,” you whispered.

“Thank you.”

~~~

Anakin and yourself found a spot on the left side of the Chancellor’s seat as the Chancellor, the Queen, and the other politicians came out on stage. The audience clapped and cheered as the politicians took their places.

“The stage is set,” Anakin said into his comlink. “Activate the ray shield.”

“Copy that, General Skywalker,” a Naboo guard responded.

The ray shield covered the stage before Anakin motioned to the Chancellor to go up to the podium.

“It is an honor to be here for this momentous occasion,” the Chancellor said once he stood behind the podium. “The pride I feel for this planet cannot be put into words. 847 years ago, Naboo joined the Republic, and tonight we celebrate that union!” The audience clapped. “Take a moment and look around this glorious city of yours. It wasn’t long ago this was all plasma mines. Naboo has indeed come a long way. But as we chart a bold course for the future, let us never forget our past!”

The Chancellor turned and put his arms up, a light show starting in the sky. The audience stood, clapping and cheering to the light show.

“Skywalker!” Windu suddenly shouted. “The shield generator!”

You and Anakin looked over to see one of the bounty hunters slipping through the ray shield and aiming at the generator. Anakin ran toward it, only to be thrown back when it exploded. The shield disappeared from around the stage. Windu took charge of getting the Chancellor to safety while Ahsoka did the same with the Queen and other politicians. Anakin went after the hunter that had caused the explosion. You ignited your lightsaber as you looked around, feeling like something was off. 

You heard Anakin cry out in pain and instantly headed over there. The hunter was shocking him, causing him to fall unconscious as he threw him on the stairs. The hunter went to fly away but something from one of the other buildings came firing at the jet pack. You glanced in the direction to see Rako Hardeen—Obi-Wan—with a riffle out the window. Swallowing down some emotions, you jumped up and sliced the bounty hunter in half. You got to Anakin’s side when Windu did.

“Those tentacles pack quite a punch,” Anakin groaned, sitting up with your help.

“The Chancellor!” Hardeen’s voice exclaimed from Windu’s comlink. “The guard escorting him is a bounty hunter!”

Windu, Anakin, and yourself raced up the stairs with your sabers ignited. The three of you hurried over there, aiming your lightsabers at the now revealed bounty hunter. The Chancellor stood up and faced Anakin.

“Chancellor, are you alright?” Anakin asked.

Suddenly, the Chancellor punched Anakin in the face, revealing that the Chancellor was being impersonated by another bounty hunter. Anakin launched himself at the bounty hunter. He knocked the hunter to the ground, aiming his lightsaber at their neck.

“Where is the Chancellor?” Anakin growled.

Sensing something in the Force, you turned and noticed Cad Bane shoving the Chancellor onto another speeder.

“So long, Jedi!” Bane taunted before flying away.

“I’m going after the Chancellor,” Hardeen said over the comlink.

“Copy that, Obi-Wan,” Windu responded.

“I’ll send you the coordinates and hold Bane there as long as I can.”

~~~

Anakin, Windu, and yourself followed the coordinates that Obi-Wan had sent as quickly as the speeder would allow, with Clones right behind you. When you arrived, Obi-Wan had a gun pointed at Bane while Moralo was cowardly beside him. You and Windu aimed your sabers as Moralo while Anakin joined Obi-Wan’s side. 

“Please! Do not kill Moralo Eval!” Moralo begged.

“Take him and Bane into custody,” Windu ordered the clones. “And make sure the Chancellor is returned safely to the palace.” Anakin cuffed Moralo while a clone took care of Bane. “You did a good job, Obi-Wan.”

“Kenobi!” Bane exclaimed. “I should have known. Something smelled wrong about you from the start.”

“Yes, well, spending so much time with you was no reward either,” Obi-Wan replied. You cringed at the way he sounded as Hardeen.

“Reward?! I’ll give you a reward when I plug you full of laser bolts!” The clone pushed Bane away.

“Such a pleasant fellow.” Obi-Wan looked at you, who clearly was avoiding him. “I hope this was all worth it.”

“We saved the Chancellor,” Windu responded. “That’s the important thing.”

You rolled your eyes and bit down a scoff. Windu walked off, you were going to follow him when a hand grabbed your wrist. You closed your eyes to try and keep in the onslaught of emotions.

“Little star…” Obi-Wan whispered. He too could admit that the nickname did not sound good coming from him right now. “Please, listen to me.” You stood still, allowing him to continue without looking back at him. “You and Anakin had to be convinced I was dead so that Dooku would believe it as well.”

“Are you saying it was your decision?” You asked, voice clearly broken.

Obi-Wan sighed, absolutely hating himself for being the cause of your pain. “Look, I know I did some questionable things—even verging on terrible, but I did what I had to do. I hope you can understand that.”

You yanked your wrist from his grip as you spun around. “You lied to me! You— you severed our bond!” You were grateful that it was just the two of you left here as tears spilled down your face. “Do you even know how much pain you caused me?!”

“As I told you, I would never do you harm without reason.”

You shook your head. “This—“ You motioned to his transformative look. “This was not a good enough reason… you broke my heart, Obi-Wan. You broke my trust… I don’t think I can ever look at you the same again.”

“Darling, please, you need to understand that—” he stepped toward you only for you to quickly step away.

“Please, just leave me alone.” You ran away, into the woods.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come back!”

You cried as you continued to run away from his voice. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the pain anymore. Obi-Wan ran after you, but with the bond severed he was unable to sense you. You found your way to where the star cruiser was and found a free starfighter. You took it straight to your own star cruiser and found an assignment for you and your battalion to quickly take.

~~~

It took another two days for Obi-Wan to be transformed back into himself, revealing his bald head and beardless face. Since he was unable to sense you and no one would tell him where you were, he was forced to look through the whole Jedi Temple for you. Only to come up empty-handed. He found Anakin walking the hall. Obi-Wan knew that Anakin was angry at him as well, but he just needed to know that you were safe.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan called, rushing over. Anakin kept walking. “Anakin!”

“Yes, Master?” Anakin said, the anger in his tone evident. He didn’t slow his pace.

“Please tell me you know where Y/N is. I haven’t been able to find her anywhere or reach her.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have severed your bond.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin please.” He pulled at his former Padawan’s arm, stopping him. “I just want to know if she’s okay.”

Anakin pulled his arm out of Obi-Wan’s grasp. “No, she’s not okay. Commander Crak that works with her has reached out to say that she’s recklessly going into missions. Not caring for her own safety. I’m on my way to grab Ahsoka and go bring her back here.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, the Council has asked me to do this without you.”

“What?”

“They are afraid she will not come back if you come with me. And, honestly, I wouldn’t blame her.”

“Anakin—“

“I don’t fully understand your relationship with my sister and I respect her enough to not question it, but you hurt her. And I will not stand by and let you continue to do so. I will bring her back to the Temple with Ahsoka. You can stay here and dwell it what you’ve done.”

Anakin turned away sharply, heading back down the hall. Obi-Wan’s head hung as he let Anakin’s words sink in. He had messed up, worse than he had ever in his life, and he didn’t know if he’d ever been able to make it right.

~~~

Obi-Wan had never ran faster in his life, especially through the Jedi Temple. It had been sixteen days since Anakin and Ahsoka had been sent to retrieve you. Before they could bring you back to the Temple, the Council had assigned you, Anakin, and Ahsoka to an emergency mission. The results of the mission was the reason for Obi-Wan’s swiftness through the Temple.

You had been critically injured. Obi-Wan was in the war room when Anakin called it in. The concern and fear in Anakin’s voice had immediately put Obi-Wan on high alert. It took far too long for the transport to arrive at the Temple with your injured body. As soon as Obi-Wan heard it had landed, he was running to the med center. He skidded to a stop in front of it, seeing a solemn Anakin and Ahsoka standing there, both in a daze.

“Where is she?” Obi-Wan panicked. “What happened?”

“They’ve rushed her into surgery,” Ahsoka responded. “She…” Ahsoka shook her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t…” She hurried away.

“Anakin?”

“There was a droid with an electric spear…” Anakin mumbled, focusing on his hands. 

Obi-Wan gasped when he realized that Anakin’s hands were covered in blood. At not just a little bit of it. “Is that her blood?”

“I didn’t see or sense it behind me,” Anakin continued, ignoring Obi-Wan. “She did and jumped between me and the droid without thinking… she was electrocuted as the spear impaled her.”

“Is that her blood?”

“I didn’t even notice… and she… she easily jumped in to save me.”

“Anakin… is that her blood?”

Anakin nodded. “Yes.”

“No…” Obi-Wan backed up until he hit the wall. “Do we know if she’ll…?”

“She was in so much pain… I could feel it everywhere around me. The clones and Ahsoka could feel it too. We got her onto the star cruiser and she was in and out of consciousness the whole time.”

“Do we know if she’ll make it?”

Anakin finally looked up at Obi-Wan, revealing his red and watery eyes. “They don’t think she will.”

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Canon Ball?- ensemble

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Recovery date: June 15th, 2022

Description: A brief look at a beach day between The Bad Batch, Omega, Rex, Cody, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 661

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“Commander Tano-”

“Ahsoka.”

“Right, sorry… Ahsoka, where’s General Skywalker?”

“Far away from the sand,” Obi-Wan laughed, stepping out onto the beach and taking a deep inhale of the salty sea breeze. “Him and Padme are off… exploring,” he snickered.

“Eck,” Ahsoka cringed, shrinking in on herself. “Disgusting, I did not need that image.”

“Aww what’s wrong Ahsoka, can’t stand the idea of- Oh god.”

Rex’s jaw dropped as he slowly caught up to what exactly Ahsoka was gagging at, and both her and Obi-Wan laughed at the morphing look of disgust. He was no stranger to whatever his general and the senator had going on, but it had never really… occurred to him.

“Never seen you make that face before,” Cody laughed, slinging his arm around Rex. “Finally figure out what your General does when he sneaks off with the senator?”

“I wish I hadn’t…” he mumbled, hanging his head. “Wait, how do you know what they’re up to?”

“I mean, they just had children, I think it’s pretty obvious. Plus General Kenobi doesn’t always realize that the void has ears.”

“The void doesn’t have ears, the commander with a non existent sleep schedule has ears, and I’ve told you to stop eavesdropping on me,” Obi-Wan scowled, glaring at Cody.

“Sorry general, won’t happen again.”

“Hang on,” Ahsoka cut in, “what else have you-”

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hunter! The ground is burning my feet!”

The group turned to their right to find the bad batch walking down the path to the beach, Omega already dancing around on the sand. She was jumping between feet before Wrecker came up behind her and lifted her up off the sand with a boisterous laugh.

“We did try to warn you,” Tech sighed. “Ah, captain Rex, commander Cody, I see you’ve already settled in.”

“Hello!” Omega cheered and waved awkwardly from her position in the air.

The group headed out further towards the water, Wrecker carrying Omega on his shoulder. She stared out at the water in awe.

“I thought you lived on Kamino,” Ahsoka asked, slowly her pace to be beside Omega, “isn’t water nothing new to you?”

“Ya, but Kamino’s always so gloomy, this place is completely different! It’s like looking at the stars!”

Hunter jabbed his arm back and Crosshair sputtered.

“What was that for?” he hissed.

“No.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Crosshair,” Hunter stopped, and turned back to him, “don’t even think about it.”

They were standing alone, a little away from where the others were setting out umbrellas and blankets. Tech had brought down a cooler, and Echo was securing the umbrellas to bases under the sand.

Crosshair smirked.

“Come on, it’ll be funny. You can even go in with her.”

“You’re gonna scare her.”

“That’s part of the fun. You can’t protect her from everything,” Crosshair brushed past him, “She’s going to get dunked.”

“Then I’ll just dunk you.”

“Hmph, it’ll be worth it.”

Before Crosshair could take another step, Hunter came up behind him and hauled him over his shoulder, grabbing everyone else’s attention. Crosshair thrashed about, pushing on Hunter in a half hearted attempt to break free.

“What is going on over there?” Cody yelled.

“Nothing to worry about sir,” Hunter replied, running towards the sea and tossing Crosshair in.

Ahsoka’s eyes lit up as she watched the sniper hit the water and she turned to Rex with a sinister smile tugging at her lips.

“What is-”

“Ahhhhhh!”

Obi-Wan was cut off by Rex screaming as he flew out from under the umbrella and into the sea. The Captain landed much further in than Crosshair, who was sat in the shallows, and began spluttering once he resurfaced.

“That looks like fun! Omega hang on!”

“What why- Ahhhhh!”

Wrecker lifted Omega off the ground and ran into the shallow water, before throwing her in like the other two.

Hunter stared in shock as Crosshair started laughing.

“I never said I’d be the one to dunk her, captain.”

#researcher s's recovery #star wars #captain rex #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #star wars ensemble #fluff #oneshot #sw oneshot

[symphoniesoutofsilence]

Something that came to mind this morning that I'm really enjoying thinking about:

A sequel trilogy modern AU where all the main characters are just normal kids, about 8 years old or so, and Star Wars isn't real, or even a franchise, just a fun, nonsensical game of make believe played after school and on the weekends.

The story's pretty similar: Rey, an unimportant but determined young girl and her best friends, Poe (the best aerial ace of his time purely because he likes jumping off the swingset to do his "daring feats"), Finn (a kind-hearted escapee from the dark side who's up for anything, but needs to be home at 6 every day for dinner), and Rose (a mechanic with a rebellious streak--and the best dodgeball player in the third grade) are fighting against the nefarious Kylo Ren (played by Ben Solo in a too-big black jacket that his grandfather gave him for when he got older) and his right hand man, General Hux (who's usually less worried about military strategies than he is about Rose and Poe breaking another lamp).

Others get dragged in sometimes too--Han got brought in on a rainy afternoon only to be killed off by his own son (which he still gripes about), Ben's uncle Luke helps "train" Finn and Rey in saber fighting (consisting of kitchen utensils and the occasional broom handle) whenever he's visiting, and Ben's down-the-street neighbors sometimes make appearances as Liutenant Mitaka and Captain Phasma, which is always fun because then the sides are tied!--but usually it's just those six.

The questionable plot choices of the movies are a bit more excusable (and to me, almost endearing) in this case because they're just kids having fun!! Usually Kylo Ren is the Big Bad, but some days he wants to be a good guy too! In those cases, he plays as the redeemed Ben Solo (and by that count, Hux turns good too, because it's no fun being evil alone), and they all team up against the true enemy, the murderous Emperor Snoke (a very large, hairy, and friendly dog actually named Jar Jar who belongs to Mr. Kenobi, the friendly old guy next door). Hux got a set of walkie talkies for his birthday and became a "spy" for the weekend after he used them to help the others to escape Kylo Ren's lair (Ben wouldn't talk to him at school the next day lol). Luke Skywalker is a grumpy, jaded old man who's become disillusioned with the great war between light and darkness and would rather watch the world wither away from his isolated island--yes, uncle Luke, we know you're not really like that, but Ben and Hux say we'd have too much help and it'd be unfair if you were nice. Pleeeeaaaase?

Just,,,kids having fun :)

#star wars #star wars headcanons #star wars au #star wars alternate universe #star wars sequel trilogy #rey sw #finn star wars #poe dameron #rose tico #armitage hux #han solo #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #jar jar binks #star wars crack #Just felt nostalgic for the good ol days of playing silly little games of pretend around the neighborhood :) #...did you see the force sensitive Finn hc I slipped in there #Feel free to ask me more about this #I have so much more to say than I can put in a post XD

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine “Star Wars” special edition: Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”.

A proud Jedi and his damsel part I

Imagine Mr. Skywalker is coming to your hometown with Mr Kenobi in order to discover a supposed Sith plot. However, in this meantime Mr Kenobi takes a like at your sister. Everything seems well. Except by the fact that his friend does not like you.

Warnings: none; it’s all fluff. It looks like I wrote too much so there’ll be a part 2.

Recommendations: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift is the soundtrack of this one along with “Leave Before you Love me” by Jonas Brothers & Marshmallow. Yeah I know I’m giving away my musical taste Lol.

***

Intro.

Your POV.

Your mother is walking from a side to another of the room in a mood that remembers you how she often was when soldiers of the Senate came to your planet and somehow stopped by your hometown. This means that there are possible men to marry you and your sisters.

“Who’s in the town, mama?” You ask, partially amused. “Sometimes I think the only reason why you are so interested in our lives and in the gossips of the town is your need to marry us off right away.”

“Always sharp with your tongue, aren’t you, Y/N?” Your mother snaps at you, offended. “How little consideration you have to my poor nerves. But since you asked, two respectable, noble and…

“…rich”, you add, making your sister Satine laugh.

“…generous men who came from a long and traditional military order”, your mother carries on as if you haven’t made a sarcastic remark. “…are giving a ball in our town to which all damsels are invited to be part of.”

Naturally, all your younger sisters come rapidly once they hear about the prospective of a ball. You exchange glances with Satine, both of you amused by how suddenly your household is filled with noises, plannings, the necessity of buying new dresses… yet, your mother has everything figured it out.

You concern very little to these matters, although to say you don’t appreciate a good dance is to incur in lies. As you grow older, however, the opportunities of dancing seem less inviting, though you don’t waste any when they come. Satine, on the other hand, is more excited about it. She’s one very fond of dancing and music. But before she confides you the expectations about this ball—and mostly importantly the identity of the two noble knights—your mother says:

“Satine, it’s more than time that you arrange a husband. You are so beautiful, my daughter. But you are also growing old. Your beauty must not be wasted.”

“Mama!” You protest vehemently, prompted to defend your sister, to whom you are so close.

“Why, that is how the world operates, my dear Y/N. You either marry and have a prosperous life or die a poor maid. Feel free to choose, though I’d hardly allow you to pick the last option.”

And so she goes, followed by your younger sisters, all of them planning to go to market tomorrow so they can purchase affordable dresses, laces and shoes. All the while you turn at Satine and say:

“I would rather die unmarried and poor than sell my heart and dignity. If I am to marry, it shall be for love.”

Satine smiles at you.

“I am sure the right person will soon persuade you to marry him.”

“Always the idealist, my sister.” But you smile because, deep down, it’s a perspective you’ve always held onto.

***

Mr Skywalker’s POV.

“I detest this city”, he makes sure he’s heard. “Why, of all regions, must you choose this one, Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan laughs at his friend’s remark.

“Always opinionated, Anakin, aren’t you? Give it a chance. You might actually like it.”

“I was meant to be busy elsewhere. You are slowing us down.” He mutters.

“These festivities are necessary so we can get to know the locals better. Our mission here is to detect Sith spies and they could be anywhere.”

“Yes, I am more than aware about that. And yet, you somehow think they are going to be at countryside. Why, did they suddenly get tired of their doings and decide to take a break?” Anakin responds sarcastically.

Obi-Wan sighs.

“You are a reprehensible friend, Anakin. That’s what you are.”

“But he does have a point, Ben.” A third voice joins the duo. Ahsoka shows up in her Georgian Era cream gown, and it’s weird for her to slide in fancy dresses when she prefers her Padawan robes. “Why’d you think the spies would come to a neutral area? I understand if you need a break. Honestly, sometimes we need that too…”

Anakin covers his mouth with a hand in order to disguise a cough that is in fact a chuckle. His younger sister is a lot like him, more than he cares to admit.

“Because they are tricking us, that’s why. The less apparent a place is to their choice, the more probable they will be found. So we begin here. We are not staying so long. But let’s see what we’ll make from this ball.”

Anakin knows Obi-Wan is right, but does not say a word. The three thus begin to plan the ball without thinking too much about what might actually come from it.

***

Your POV.

You are dressed in yellow silk with a white embroidery in details. It’s a fancy gown that you tried to persuade your mother not to purchase it because you couldn’t afford it, but because your mother reminds you that she was married by your age and she’s concerned that you, as the second eldest, are following your oldest sister’s path, she could expend more for the two of you. You did not argue, too tired of that.

Your hair is tied in a braid whose styles is pretty much medieval according to Satine. There is make up in your porcelain skin. You look lovely, just as much as your sister is. As you enter the grand hall where the ball has just started, many men turn their heads to follow your moves. But you and Satine are surprisingly oblivious to it.

“Oh look, that’s Charlotte!” You tell Satine about the friend you have in common. Charlotte sees you and there the three of you engage in conversations before finally deciding to enjoy the music.

It’s a cheerful environment. People are loud, neighbors are greeting neighbors and groups begin to divided in young and older ladies; the mothers who are seeking husbands to their daughters; the flirty men and the fathers who leave the task of matchmaking to their wives. Each drink and gossip. You find yourself having so much fun.

“Come, dear Y/nickname. It’s time for us to dance.”

And so you do. You giggle excitedly like a little girl: how long has it been since you danced like this? How could you ever think you did not miss this social event where you spot good old friends?

But all of a sudden every smile dies and the music stops. When you turn at the abrupt change of general mood, you can’t see the reason for it so you speak to your sister:

“What’s all this for?”

“The two noble knights have just arrived.”

“And whom might they be?” You ask when noticing the tallest of the trio a man whose dark hair falls in curls over his shoulders; he has an intriguing scar over his left eye that makes you wonder whether this was obtained in war or not. He dresses fancily in the colors of blue and white, and his demeanor is very serious.

Seeing whom you seem to spot, Charlotte is the one who says:

“The one you see is Mr Skywalker. He’s as rich as his best friend, the ginger one with a full red beard. They share blue eyes. I wonder if that’s his sister, but judging by how she’s arm-to-arm with Mr Skywalker, I’d say she’s his sister.”

You look at your friend.

“You seem to know so much.”

Upon which Satine is the one to say, amongst soft giggles.

“Sister dear, it was announced on the panflet that Mr Skywalker was coming with his sister, Mistress Ahsoka, and his friend, Mr Kenobi. Looks like she’s part of the knight order too.”

“I didn’t know they took women too”, you mention surprise.

“They do… If you have blue blood running in your veins”, remarks Charlotte sarcastically.

In the meantime, you are oblivious by the looks full of flirts that your sister has been engaged with Mr Kenobi. As music plays again, you are prepared to go back to dance when you freeze upon the subtle unannounced presence of the powerful trio.

“My ladies”, the ginger one greets you and your sister gently. Charlotte giggles, aware of his interest to Satine. She softly disappears, but you are too busy looking into Mr Skywalker’s deep shade blue. He is occupied talking something to his sister when he notices you are looking. You blush and lower your gaze to your hand. “I pray to find you well this evening?”

It’s Satine the one who speaks for you both.

“My lords. Lady Ahsoka.” She curtsies and you follow. “It’s a delight to be at your presence. You find us well, thank you. I’m Satine and this is my younger sister, Y/N.”

You raise carefully your look. You think you might’ve spotted some amusement in Mr Skywalker’s eyes, but you refuse to concentrate in what might as well be the product of your imagination.

“It’s my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” You say. “I hope the ball is of your liking.”

“It certainly is, miss Y/N. The people are commendable and the place itself is very beautiful. The landscape here is incomparable”, says Mr Kenobi. You are amused when he turns to your sister. “Miss Satine, although I am very clumsy myself, the music is too good to ignore. Would you join me in dancing with your friends?”

Satine blushes violently, but she does not take long before offering him her hand. You, in turn, speak right to Mr Skywalker, moved by whatever guts you have in yourself:

“Do you dance, Mr Skywalker?”

“Not if I can help.”

“You do not know what you will miss then”, you smirk lightly.

Ahsoka has the decency of looking embarrassed by her brother’s behavior. But before she apologizes for him, you curtsy and thank yourself for Charlotte, disappearing out of public sight.

***

Mr Skywalker’s POV.

“Why did you have to be rude with that lass?” Ahsoka inquires him, perplexed. “She was only being kind, Anakin!”

He does not answer her immediately. To his dismay, his eyes seem to have lost the track of you to the public.

“I am not here for amusements, Ahsoka”, he tells her cooly. “Besides, whilst she is commendable for her manners, thus making her a tolerable companion, she’s not handsome enough to tempt me into it.”

“You’ve become too proud for your sake.” Ahsoka shakes her head in disapproval. “You agreed with Obi-Wan that dancing is a tactic idea to…”

“Look at the fool”, Anakin interrupts his sister. “He’s in love with her already!”

Ahsoka follows his glance. Right where is Obi-Wan with Satine, a loving glance is clearly in both demeanors.

“Uh-Oh.” Ahsoka hears herself saying. “But perhaps this is one night stand…”

Anakin raises an eyebrow at his sister.

“Where, in Maker’s name, have you learned about this, Ahsoka?”

She sighs heavily.

“Always treating me like a child, will you?”

“Well I do have to look after you.”

But they are interrupted when some local requests their attention. Ahsoka can capture Anakin’s thoughts, though, all the while he is kind to the other he’s brought to a random threat: this isn’t over, young lady.

At what cost doesn’t she hold back the urge to hold back her eyes?

***

Your POV

You mask well your disappointment with Mr Skywalker by dancing with your group of friends. At least Satine is going to make their mother happy that evening. Such a prospective brings you a smile.

But once dance comes to an end, Charlotte, who had been a sort of ocular witness to what had just happened, leads you to the corner of the hall to have some privacy.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened, Charlotte. What makes you think so?”

“I know you, Y/N.”

But before you are dragged to an uncomfortable conversation, Satine spots you and, with Mr Kenobi by her side, she comes to you.

“Y/nickname! I was looking for you.”

“Apparently we’ve lost you out of sight”, says Obi-Wan and you cannot help how your sister chose someone who mirrors herself, a thought that spontaneously results in a smile that graces your lips. “I love how all of you are so excited and full of joy!”

“Music often tends to awake the best of us”, you tell him, ignoring the presence of Mr Skywalker and his sister. “To think it all came with the troubadours who sang to their damsels in order to promote affection. You must be aware, Mr Kenobi, that dancing is an intimate way to conquer the partner’s heart.”

“Well, I hope I am succeeding then”, says he, making your sister going into a deep shade of red.

“If I may express my thoughts upon the matter”, Anakin excuses himself by making his presence known. “It is of my understanding that poetry was, in fact, the righteous and most appropriated manner to reach a lady’s heart. Nonetheless, I’m not convinced this is a conception that even philosophers once dwelt upon. Which leads me to the following question, Miss Y/N: what do you recommend to encourage affection?”

He gives you a long glance, but you cannot decipher what is the meaning behind such an intent stare.

“Dancing”, you answer him with a small smile. “Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.”

Silence falls awkwardly in the group, but you greet the noblemen with a curtsy and opt to walk away. Charlotte moves after you, puzzled.

“Y/N, you should have been kinder to Mr Skywalker”, she reprehends you. “I wonder what cause he gave you to deserve such a snap in response. If I have not known you better, I’d say you have been under a great disappointment.”

But all you tell your friend is:

“I could easily forget his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”

You are utterly decided that Mr Skywalker is the most vain of men.

***

Mr Skywalker’s POV.

Anakin does not understand how things escalated that quickly in one night. He cannot take you out his thoughts, most likely because you overheard him weave inappropriate comments about your person, which he now regrets. He never meant to offend you, but how can he fix this situation he created?

Instead of admitting he’s been wrong, Anakin decides to tactically play the guilt on Obi-Wan.

“You are not meant to flirt away with that Satine lass!”

“Look at you, the leader who never flirted boldly to King George’s daughter, Princess Padmé.”

“Not now, Snips!”

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, impatient by her brother’s hypocrisy.

“Truth must be said, though.”

Obi-Wan, however, is very calm and not taking any offensive by the demonstration of a wounded pride coming from his friend.

“You can take things far too seriously when you feel like to, my dear Padawan. This is not going against the rules. Yes, I’m attracted to Satine, but if you were smarter, you’d have detected a disturbance in the Force right where we are.”

“What?” Both Anakin and Ahsoka are baffled by Obi-Wan’s sharp—and often accurate—perception.

“Oh you didn’t feel it?” He says rather cynically. “You spend much of your time criticizing me, Anakin. Now we have to attract him to our trap, and the best way we do that is gathering another ball. But first, I think we should invite Miss Satine for a visit in our household.”

Ahsoka giggles.

“Of course you must, Master.”

Anakin remains serious, his shoulders tense.

“Why’d you do that? Obi-Wan, she’s not coming alone.”

Playing his part, Obi-Wan looks innocently at Anakin:

“Why, Anakin, would you object to Satine be accompanied by her sister? Has chivalry died and I was not informed?”

Anakin furrows his eyebrows, but does not respond. To his fellow Jedi’s amusement, he instead storms off the room.

***

Your POV.

You are occupied reading the history of England, a book written by Francis Bacon, a philosopher you admire, staying close by the window when you are called upon by your mother.

“There goes my peace at library”, you think to yourself rather grumbly.

As you go downstairs, you, however, cannot help yourself by greeting your father first.

“Oh you would not like to leave your mother waiting, dear Y/N. She has fantastic news to share with you girls.” He tells you in a nonchalant matter that gives you chills.

“Oh, boy.”

It’s all you say before you do as said. Once in the living room, you watch your mother squeaking excitedly, her hands holding a letter that, by the looks of your sister, clearly belongs to her.

“I don’t think I need to be told what’s going on”, you say by announcing your presence in the room.

Satine pats a seat right next to her and as you do so, you are found smiling over your sister’s happiness. She’s glowing.

“Y/N, there’s something I’d like to tell you…”

But of course your mother has to intrude and give you the news herself.

“Mr Kenobi is infatuated by your sister! He wants to see her again! He’s invited her to visit him! And of course she’s going by her foot.”

“Her foot?” You cannot believe in what you hear. “Mama, we cannot send my dear sister without a proper carriage to escort her!”

But your mother dismisses your concern with a hand.

“Nonsense, dear. She’s going by herself and you’ll see that Mr Kenobi will take care a great deal of her.”

You are about to say some things, but Satine prevents you from snap back at her.

“Do not mind her, dear Y/N. I am content for this opportunity.”

“I know, Satine, darling, but I insist. You cannot go by yourself. I’ll be with you.”

Your mother frowns at you when listening to what you said.

“You have little concern to your old mama’s nerves, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Always the drama, mama. I’m just looking after Satine.”

It is when your father comes in and meddles in the conversation. Thankfully, he favors your opinion that Satine, as a young woman, must not go unaccompanied to a gentleman’s household whether he’s reported to be kind and generous at heart. Therefore, both of you are expected to leave early the next day.

***

Mr Skywalker’s POV.

He watches as the clouds rumble against one another, attentive to the sounds of lightenings and thunders. Anakin is uneasy because he senses you are coming. He knows the best thing he should do is apologize, but too great a deal is his pride to let him humble himself before you.

As he meditates, Anakin closes his eyes and let his mind wonder right to where you are. He sees you babbling with Satine, completely unaware that you are to meet him there. He finds that you have little appreciation for him. What, however, does compel Anakin to put an effort in trying to change your mind?

“Ani, they are here.” Ahsoka comes unannounced as always.

“They?” Anakin plays pretend he’s unaware of your coming. “I thought Obi-Wan had only invited Satine.”

Ahsoka rolls her eyes.

“How you put your brain to use often surprises me, Ani. Let me tell you something: girls do not walk unaccompanied in this land. Imagine if I were going to Lux’s household for…”

Anakin narrows his eyes, turning his whole body to her.

“Did you go to Lux’s household? How many times…?”

“No, Anakin! I was merely giving you an example!” She sighs heavily, though a laughter breaks the serious countenance, which prompts Anakin to join her as well.

“Fine. Well we’ll have to discuss this later. The ladies are here. It’s best if we don’t let them waiting for too long.”

Anakin is not surprised by the long glance you give him, rather dismayed at his presence. You clearly are not expecting him to be there.

All the while Obi-Wan plays the gallant role, neither you nor Anakin speak to each other. It’s up to Ahsoka to break the ice by inviting you to walk arm by arm with her right in…circles.

“I would be delighted if you told me more about yourself, Y/N. I hear you are the second oldest of five, is that correct?”

Anakin wonders how on earth Ahsoka makes easy to be so…open with people she’s barely acquainted with. But, either way, he’s eager to hear what you have to say. He doesn’t want to admit that, though.

“Indeed, lady Ahsoka. I live with my family at the countryside for a long while, it’s where I was raised.”

“Was there someone to raise you and your sisters? I understand they have been brought up to society already?”

As you tell Anakin’s sister about your upbringing, he is forced to feign to be uninterested in what you are saying. There’s a conflict in him, since he realizes that he might be interested in you?

What? Hell, no!

Anakin sighs and he’s misunderstood by being bored for all the lady talk.

“Why, my lady Ahsoka, I don’t think your brother is willing to be in our company. I believe that something about him is telling us he’s disappointed in being around us all the while his friend is courting my sister.”

“Now, miss Y/N, how would you interpret that? By what means did I mislead you in thinking that?”

You seem to be amused at the words that come out of him. Anakin is disturbed with himself by how contradictory he might seem even to his conscience. But in the end you provide to be difficult to read—and a good opponent to his mortified pride.

“Mislead me? Oh no, Mr Skywalker. I don’t think I was mislead to come to this at all. I perceive you as you are: a noble knight who belongs to battles, far from mundane activities such as this that your sister and I engage upon ourselves.”

“I do appreciate your sharp tongue”, Ahsoka says, ignoring the cold glance Anakin gives her. “It shows you possess spirits and a quick wit, so difficult to see these days.”

You snort.

“Aren’t you kind, lady Ahsoka? But see how your brother disagrees with us.”

“Since when have I become the object of your conversation?” Anakin inquires, unsure whether he’s amused or irritated.

“Since you provided us the energy of a deslocated and annoyed soldier”, you tell him, rather bluntly. “I can only but speculate the boredom of salons in comparison to battlefields, Mr Skywalker.”

Though acid your words may sound, Anakin captures amusement in those eyes and he finds himself mesmerized and annoyed in equal measure by that.

“You seem to be a good people reader, Miss Y/N, though I can’t say the same about being a great judge in others’s character.”

Ahsoka thinks it’s wise to break the tension.

“It is a joyous occasion for our friend, Mr Kenobi, as well as for your sister, Miss Y/N. Perhaps something’s coming out of it.”

You part the gaze from his and now the matter is about Obi-Wan and Satine. Anakin is the good listener again, capturing the details of conversations that give him a hint of your personality, of who you are.

Before he knows it, he finds out how close you are to your family, your education—which was good, considering your station. Anakin learns you are passionate about particular topics, such as history and botanic. Like him, you don’t like politics, even though you have quite a philosophy, a strong opinion about it.

Am I beginning to see a common ground here?

Anakin begins to see the two of you have more in common than he’d like to admit. Ironically, it’s when he comes to think about it, that he locks gaze with you.

***

Your POV.

An welcoming thunderstorm comes strongly and to your misery, though hardly that could be said of your sister, you could not go home. Obi-Wan more than gladly extended the invitation not for an overnight, but a whole week. Your sister does not think twice before saying “yes”.

For some reason, you cannot stop thinking about Mr. Skywalker, though you still find him vain, proud and… obnoxious? You could not think for a better word.

“I think you should give Mr Skywalker a chance, Y/nickname”, Satine tells you on your second day in their mansion. “He was kinder today, don’t you think?”

But perhaps you are not entirely different than him, because even though things went better this day than the one before, you still struggle to change your mind about him.

“He was polite”, you tell Satine as you both prepare to sleep. “He was educated for that. After all, Mr Skywalker is part of an elite Knight squad, if that’s how we should name it.”

“Oh my dear sister”, she chuckles. “In one of these days you might bit your tongue, Y/nickname.”

You roll your eyes, but a smile never leaves your lips.

“I’d rather hear you tell me about Mr Kenobi. Is he a gentleman as we see him?”

Satine blushes, a sight that makes you beam. If your sister is happy, all else matters nothing for you.

“He is, Y/nickname”, she tells you. “Every inch a gentleman. He’s kind and a good listener, very eager to get to know me better. We found out today that we have common tastes.”

You listen to Satine happily. Perhaps this courtship could end just like your mother wanted. As the days begin to go by, it comes for you to realize that:

a) the storm is endless;

b) you are bound to Mr Skywalker’s presence.

“Do you play piano, Miss Y/N?” You hear him ask. You should despise him, but your mother would be horrified if you dismissed him when he’s been trying to act nice.

Besides, deep in your heart, when looking at these blue eyes, would you refuse him kindness? This is unlike you.

“I…I was educated in music”, you tell him rather awkwardly as the two of you pace around gardens. “But I can’t say I’m proficient in it.”

“Ahsoka, my sister, plays well. I think you should play along her some time”, he suggests.

You look at Mr Skywalker in bewilderment.

“I appreciate your invitation, sir, but I don’t think I should accept it. I am not talented.” You stammer, unsure where’d you get so…out of confidence right before him.

“Let me be the judge of that”, Anakin tells you. His gaze lingers at you, different than in the past few days. But you pretend not to notice.

For your own sake, it’s better not to get lost in these dark, inviting blue eyes…

(To be continue)

#imagine Star Wars #Star Wars imagine #Anakin Skywalker #Darth Vader #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #Obitine #Satine #Jane Austen #pride and Prejudice

[apollo41writes]

Goodnight prompt 15/∞

Fandom: Star Wars Prequels Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker/Padmé Amidala (kinda) AUs/Tropes: Genie AU, Unrequited love (but it's complicated) Prompt: When Anakin finds his Master's magic lamp, he expects to finally be able to see his own wishes come true. Unfortunately, Palpatine is a smart man and there are still two wishes left before the genie is able to serve a new master.

Extra details: Basically, Obi-Wan is Palpatine's prisoner in this AU, because the genie "belongs" to a master at least until the master asks for his last wish. Anakin isn't even supposed to know about the magic lamp, but when he founds it he all of a sudden is very much aware of how exactly Palpatine managed to climb so fast to being a leader (leaving this vague because the setting can be either kind of still GFFA reminiscent, or something else entirely). At the start of the story I kind of think Anakin would be very much still in love with Padmé even if he met her maybe twice in his life. And the first thing he wants to ask the genie is to make her fall in love with him. Obi-Wan has to explain that even if Palpatine wasn't still his master, he wouldn't be able to make it so, because of the rules every genie has to follow. So Anakin, starts visiting Obi-Wan. At first only to ask him if Palpatine is still his master, then, slowly, because he enjoys talking with Obi-Wan, since he's the only one that isn't trying to become his friends only because he's Palpatine's apprentice/favourite. And their relationship builds up, at first in a friendship, then in something more, at least for Obi-Wan. Anakin still kisses Obi-Wan a lot (and maybe does even more with him), but he calls it exploring and getting better so that when he finally can be alone with Padmé he can make her fall in love with him because of the way he'll be able to make her feel good. It kind of breaks Obi-Wan's heart, but he's just a genie stuck in a stupid lamp, so he takes the gentle kisses and the long conversations with Anakin as what they are: a fantasy soon to become just lovely bittersweet memories to turn back to for a couple of centuries, before even those memories will fade away under they weight of his eternity of servitude towards master after master after master. And maybe there's only one wish left by the time Palpatine finds out that Anakin talks frequently with his genie and that maybe something is going on between the genie and his apprentice. He makes sure that Padmé is around to distract Anakin, so that the boy won't be able to be the new master of the genie after his own last wish (maybe he suspects that Anakin isn't truly loyal to him and he worries that Anakin would wish to be the new leader in his place as soon as Obi-Wan isn't his to command). Which just ends up backfiring, because now that Anakin is finally able to properly court Padmé, he keeps comparing her to Obi-Wan and he quickly realizes that what he felt for Padmé was just a silly childish crush, and that the one he's in love with is actually Obi-Wan. Basically, like in Disney's Aladdin, Palpatine ends up being tricked into becoming a genie with his last wish, and Anakin uses only one of his own three wishes to set Obi-Wan free with a lovely and very long love confession. Just to balance out Obi-Wan's pining for him.

#goodnight prompts #obikin #fic prompt #prompt #daily prompt #genie au #unrequited love #but also not really unrequited #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars prequels #star wars #feel free to change whatever detail as well #feel free to use this prompt however you want

[thatismahogany]

Why Don't You Stay?

In which Anakin's sibling struggles to comprehend the aftermath of his turn.

(this one is long I'm warning you. The ending is kinda cheesy but I like it. Lmk if you want a part 2)

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Padme's agonised screams and shrills echoe through the halls. They are the only thing grounding me, as I sit on a cold chair outside her room. Obi-Wan Kenobi sits opposite me, with Yoda a few metres away.

As of this moment, everyone I love is dead. I only know three things.

My brother was Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin Skywalker is no more.

The Grand Republic has fallen.

How did we become of this, I ask myself. How did such a powerful and stoic influence in the galaxy reduce to mere nothingness after a few hours?

We all know the answer, yet we don't dare say anything: admitting what we don't want to believe will ruin us.

I bring my hands to my knees, bracing myself as if to suddenly stand up and make myself useful. I don't. There is nothing we can do. It is almost inevitable that Padme will die; I understand that it's ironic.

In his haste to save her, Vader was her ultimate downfall. Vader was everyone's downfall. I cringe sadly at the memory of seeing the hologram that saw my brother, kindhearted yet tortured Anakin turn into the ruthless Sith Lord.

A few minutes ago, (although, it seems like hours) Obi-Wan relayed the story of what happened on Mustafar to me. I didn't say anything afterwards, nor did he. We're all to exhausted to strike up a conversation. Even our expressions speak volumes.

Yoda, calm and calculating, never letting his fear or anger overcome him.

Obi-Wan, ever the peacemaker, putting peace before war every single godamn time.

And me, as I can guess, I sit there with a torn face, looking and feeling like my whole world has collapsed in on itself.

In a way, it has.

I would give anything to hold him again. For one more conversation, one last shred of hope that he will come back to me.

And then, I realise. If his one true love, if his own wife wasn't enough, why should I be? I think about what I could've done differently, what I should've said.

I should've told him I loved him.

It hits me suddenly, that he's gone. I will most likely never see him again. My Ani, who only ever wanted the best for his blood, is dust.

I break down, right then and there, with only two people left to comfort me. I wonder if they're capable of comforting anymore.

Obi-Wan consoles me as I rid my body of all the tears it can hold, feeling like my heart is being torn from my chest. Wrecked sobs rip through my body, and through it all, Obi-Wan is there. A beacon of hope, encapsulating hope in every aspect. I have no more room for hope.

Finally, I bring myself to speak. I tell him that I'm sorry, I tell him that I could've done more.

Yoda tells me that there was nothing to be done. Anakin had made his choice, and now we must make ours. Obi-Wan, although hesitantly, agrees. I immediately conclude that they both mean to seek refuge from their previous lives as soon as the child is born.

We sit there, in silence once again, the only sound is Padme screaming. Each of us finally understand that this is our life now. Destined to run from who we are for all our eternity. I feel hollow, I feel nothing. I hate this.

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After a few hours, a doctor comes outside to greet us. She has vibrant purple skin, and I find myself distracted by the distinct and almost ethereal patterns decorating her face. Even still, nothing prepares me for what she says next.

"I think it will be best if you say your goodbyes now."

It is only then that the panic begins to set in, fogging my vision and clouding my thoughts. Instinct takes over intuition, and I shoot up from my seat. This is all happening so fast, too fast. I can't lose her too. Her kid can't lose her. If she dies, I will be the only one left. I can't handle that.

I bound into the room, ready to boss whoever it is I need to boss around to keep Padme alive. I go to her bedside, and I see the look of pure exhaustion on her pale face. I know that whatever I do, she cannot be saved. I have to let her go.

I keep my eyes to hers, briefly hearing Yoda and Obi-Wan converse quietly about "never expected twins". I don't care.

I try to say something to her, but she beats me to it.

"It's okay. Let him go." she croaks.

I inhale and exhale shakily, and I stroke her hair, withered with childbirth. Although on her deathbed, she looks as beautiful as ever. I smile weakly. I understand that this is the last time I'll see her. I hug her, quickly and tightly, then before I can break down again, I retreat from the room.

I never did tell her that she was right. I didn't reassure her that I would be okay, because the truth was, none of us knew that. She had more hope in one sentence than I ever had in nineteen years.

We all feel her slip away. Then we hear the child, or rather, children- cry. They call out for their mother, their father, for anyone. I know that I should do something but I can't bring myself to.

Instead, Obi-Wan rushes to one of their sides, and Yoda to the other. They hold and sooth them, trying to imitate a mother as best as possible.

They do it for some time, until both of the children cease their cries. I wouldn't find out until they were adolescents that their names were Luke and Leia. Spitting images of their mother and father.

Finding the last resolve within me, I heave myself up from that godforsaken chair and gather my things. I can't stay here. Every single moment I remain, only serves as a painful reminder of what I'll never have back. But I know I can't leave without saying goodbye. I owe them that much.

I go over to the cribs, one yellow and one purple. Little Luke is asleep in the purple crib, yet Obi-Wan still sits nearby with an awake Leia.

I kiss Luke on the head, silently promising that I'll see him again one day.

I glide over to Leia and Obi, keeping my composure as best I can. He sits in a chair and cradles her.

"Do you want to see her?" he asks.

"I can't." I say, wishing I hadn't. I wish so badly to hold her.

"If I look, I'll never let her go." we both laugh, wetly. There's a hint of sarcasm in my voice, but most of it is true. If I hold onto the last bit of Anakin, I will never let him go.

"Promise me you'll look after them, Obi. You will guard them with your life. If they ever get hurt, you will heal them. If they are ever in danger, you run miles away from it and don't stop. You won't let anything happen to them, you understand?"

He nods. I wipe my eyes, tears pricking at them. I kiss her on the head too, and walk out the door.

I take my ship, and I go to the nearest planet in the Outer Rim. The desert planet Tatooine.

I never expect to see any of my old comrades again, and I certainly never hope to.

But when I see Obi-Wan again, ten years after our last conversation, at a market.

I pay for his food, and he thanks me, albeit silently.

I bid him farewell, and I go back to my small cave. My life is a sad one, but I am content in being alone. Luke is safe, Leia is safe, Ben is safe. I hope Anakin is safe. Even if he's constructing a weapon that will obliterate all life, I still hope he's safe.

We don't speak, there is nothing to be said. I know that he takes care of them, I always knew. In the back of my mind, I wondered if they would be better in someone else's care, but Ben's look is enough.

Then, a rough 6 years later, is when I formally meet my niece and nephew. It is on a Rebel ship. When they ask me my name, I tell them the closest thing to it. It's not believable, barely so, but they don't think anything of it.

I ache to tell them of their lineage, of their father, and the twin they see beside them everyday but they are so blind to. It is a pain, deep in my chest, knowing that with my current age, I'll leave this life without ever seeing them embrace as brother and sister.

Until, they find out without me. They find eachother. I am happy for it, happy that they have what we had. Happy, if only the melancholia deep within my soul didn't envy them for what they will have for years to come. For what they will get that we didn't have the chance to.

So, when the time comes, I let go. When we find old Vader on that drasted second Death Star, when he removes his mask, and his son begs him to leave with us. I tell him, "No, Luke. It's okay. Let him go."

We leave the ship. I leave him behind. I let go.

When the funeral comes around, Luke and I are the only ones to attend. Han never had a connection. Leia, for all her faults, couldn't care less. I don't blame her.

As the fire roars and the flames burn his face, I almost laugh. The thing to bring Vader up was the very thing that brought him down.

When it ceases, I touch his face. Withered with pain, anger, fear, loss.

As we go back to the party, I feel him behind me. I don't turn around. I keep on walking, keep moving forward. As I said to a friend, many years ago, if I look, I will never let him go.

#anakin needs a hug #angsty #angst #obi wan kenobi #why do i do this to myself #i'm sad #anakin skywalker #oneshot #star wars #prequel trilogy #luke skywalker #leia organa #leia skywalker #padme amidala #tatooine #death star #mitski #darth vader #return of the jedi

[startrek-logicoftheforce]

Star Trek: Logic of the Force - Chapter Ten

Darth Chaos exited the Galileo and examined the planet Talos IV. He walked past the remains of what seemed like a megaopolis. He walked along a long street which was littered with crumbled buildings, which seemed to have been abandoned and destroyed eons ago. “So this is Coruscant,” he said with a mocking tone. “Such pitiful fools.” Suddenly he heard a voice in his head.

“SONAL…”

“There is no Sonal,” Chaos thought to himself.

“IT IS THE NAME OF YOUR TRUE SELF. DON’T LET YOUR MOTHER’S KILLER CORRUPT YOU THE SAME WAY HE DID MY FATHER.”

“Your father?” Chaos said in an annoyed voice.” And what do you know of my mother?”

Suddenly the spirit of the voice took the form of a man dressed in a gold and white outfit and a golden robe. “At least you got the chance to know your mother. I never knew mine, Son of Suns.”

Suddenly, Chaos had a vision of standing on the bridge of a large space station which was serving as the observation deck of a galactic-wide battle, with small one-man spacecrafts attacking ships larger than a thiusand Enterprises put together. He saw the man now dressed in black, and he was engaged in a fierce duel against a larger man dressed in black armor and a frightening helmet which amplified the voice behind the mask.

“YOUR FEELINGS FOR THEM ARE STRONG. ESPECIALLY FOR…SISTER…”

He saw the man fly into a rage and attack the armor-clad man with unrivaled passion, eventually striking down the larger man by cutting off his hand.

“NOW FULFILL YOUR DESTINY, AND TAKE YOUR FATHER’S PLACE AT MY SIDE.”

Chaos recognized the voice: Palpatine. He saw the young man cast his sword aside.

“I AM A JEDI, LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE ME.”

With those words, Chaos felt great conflict. And he heard words which shook him to his very core.

“EVEN IF YOU STRIKE ME DOWN, I SHALL RETURN. I ALWAYS RETURN, I FORSEE A       YOUNG MAN MILLIONS OF YEARS FOR NOW. HE SHALL DO MY BIDDING. I SHALL HAVE HIM LEAD ME TO HIS OWN PARENTS, WHO ARE STRONG IN THE FORCE, AND I SHALL STRIKE THEM DOWN AND MAKE HIM THINK HE DID IT.”

Suddenly, Chaos found himself back on Talos IV. And he felt sadness. Great sadness. “Mother…” He felt his heart break into a million pieces. He collapsed on the barren ground, and despite his Vulcan physiology, his human and Riomulan emotions took over, and for the first time since he was a young child, he cried out in sorrow. “Mother, please forgive me.” He was Sonal once again.

The spirit walked up to  Sonal, and gently embraced him. “I know you’re hurting, son of suns. It’s not your fault. It’s the Dark Side of the Force. It’s the Sith. They corrupt, and corrupt absolutely. The vision that you saw was my own conflict. I tapped into the Dark Side to fight my father, and when I realized what I was about to become, I rejected Palpatine.” There was a long pause. “The Force runs strong in my family. My father has it. I have it. And...my ancestor has it.”

“Ancestor?” Sonal said in a voice which was a mix of certainly and uncertainty.

“Sonal, I am Luke Skywalker. Millions of years ago, I was in the same place you were. I was unsure of what my destiny was, but with the guidance of my masters Yoda and Obi-Wan Kenobi, they helped me resolve the conflict. They helped me and my friends free the galaxy from the clutches of Palpatine. And…” Another spirit formed in front of Sonal.”

“My son redeemed me,” the form said. “He broke me free from the clutches of Palpatine and helped me rediscover my true self.”

“Anakiin,” said Sonal softly.

“Sonal,” said Luke, “Palpatine has sensed your turning away from the Dark Side. He is summoning all the power of the Dark Side to create a weapon so powerful it will destroy a planet. That planet, you know as Romulus.”

“He’s going to kill my father,” said Sonal.

“If you fail to stop him,” said Luke, “not only will he kill your father, but he will reclaim his Empire, and the entire galaxy will fall into tyranny. You have always had the spirit of the Jedi in you.” Luke and Anakin saw Picard, Riker, and Troi walking up. “Look at your friends, Sonal. They know you were received and used as a pawn and as a vessel.”

“But worry not, dear padawan,” said a gravelly voice which morphed into thr shape of a dimunitive creature  with green skin. “Heir to the Jedi, you are. Glory to Jedi and Vulcan, you will bring. Now, go you must. Walk to abandoned Jedi temple, you must. Meet descendents of Yoda species, you will.”

“The Talosians,” asked Sonal.

“Talosions, they are.”

“Now Sonal, you and your friends must go to the Talosians,” said Luke. “Only they – with all their strength in the Force – can give you the clarity that you need to conquer Palpatine and restore balance to the Force.”

“I will,” said Sonal in his cold Vulcan voice. “I shall bring balance to not only the Force, but also to the entire galaxy.” Sonal raised a Vulcan salute to the spirits of Luke, Anakin, and… “Yoda. Your nake is...Yoda.” The small spirit nodded in affirmation. “Live long and prosper.”

To his surprise, the three spirits raised their hands in the Volcan salute, and in unison, stated “May the Force be with you.”

The party left the area and walked to a rocky alcove which featured a door which looked like it had been blasted open by phasers at full setting. “Captain, I believe this is the same area reported by Captain Christopher Pike  during his discovery of  the Talosians.” Sonal took a tentative step toward the door. He closed his eyes. “There is a great presence in the Force here. This must be the Talosians’ home.”

Worf stepped forward. “I...do not like this.” He looked at Sonal with disdain.

“I sense your anger, Worf,” said Sonal. “And you have every right to be angry at me.” Sonal looked up at Worf. “But anger, fear, hatred, they are weapons used by the Sith to control and corrupt. Palpatine used my hatred of the Borg to seduce me. And he used Picard’s hatred of the Borg to allow me to alter history.” Sonal paused for a second. “I regret going into the Forbidden Temple and reawakening a past which should have been forgotten forever.”

Suddenly the Klingon’s anger melted away, and he felt sympathy for the Vulcan who nearly killed him on the Enterprise. “Perhaps...it was your destiny to discover and reawaken the past. And...now I know that you did not mean me any harm. I...forgive you.”

“Thank you, Worf,” said Sonal. Suddenly, a small elevator rose up and stopped at the blasted away entrance. “Let’s go.” Sonal and the party went to step inside when a voice spoke. “Sonal, you shall be accompanied by Picard and Troi, and they alone.” And with that, Riker and Worf waited outside as Sonal, Picard, and Troi rode the elevator down.

Once they arrived in a lower chamber, they walked until they came across what seemed like an old Earth cottage. Sonal knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Once again, there was no answer.  “Nobody home,” said Sonal. They began to walk away, and the door opened, and out stepped a m,an wearing an old Federation uniiform.

Picard instinctively knew who it was. “Captain Christopher Pike,” the current captain said. “Captain Pike, I am Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Federation starship Enterprise.”

“Enterprise? She’s still in operation?” Pike looked at Picard with bewilderment.

“Actually, Captain Pike,” inerjected Sonal,”your Enterprise was decommissioned many years ago under the helm of Captain James T. Kirk. It was destroyed in the Mutaru nebula. However, everybody survived except for the mutaineers who hijacked the ship. Since then, there have been five ships also named Enterprise.” Sonal looked at Pike. “But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to warn the Talosians that they are under grave danger.”

“Danger from who,” Pike asked. “Danger from the Federation? Or danger from - “ Suddenly Pike morphed into a physical body whose visage haunted Sonal from the time he discovered him in the Forbidden Temple on Vulcan. The black hooded robe. The sunken eyes. The wrinkled skin. The deathy yellow eyes.” - yourself?” Palpatine replied in a sickly voice, amd he suddenly blasted Sonal with lightning bolts from his fingers.”

“NOOOOOOOOO!” Picard shouted in horror as Sonal rolled on the floor in agony whike Palpatine tortutred the young Vulcan with lightning bolts.

“I offered you a sense of purpose!” Palpatine suddenly stopped zapping Sonal. “I offered you the entire galaxy to rule alongside me. And...you paid me with….scorn and...betrayal.”

Sonal struggled to catch his breath. “You...were the one why betrayed me. You killed my mother!” Sonal suddenly screamed in agony as another wave of pure lightning blasted him. “AND YOU PLAN TO KILL MY FATHER!”

“And that is why you - “ Palpatine said before he was suddenly replaced by a short humanoid with a large head – “pass the test.” Picard sighed in relief as the Talosian crouched down and placed his palm on Sonal’s forehead. “My child, you have been through so much in your life. But now I sense the strength in you. You shall avenge the Jedi for everything the Sith has ever done.”

“Vengeance….” Sonal sald. “Vengeance is...illogical. The Jedi and the Sith...are one and the same. This is why Surak buried the ancient Jedi artifacts in the Forbidden Temple.” Sonal looked at the Talosian. “I will defeat Palpatine, but remember this. I am Vulcan. Same as my father before me. Same as his father before him. We embrace logic, not absolutes. And that is why...the Jedi and the Sith must both be destroyed.”

Suddenly, Sonal, Picard, Riker, Troi, and Worf found themselves back on the bridge of the Enterprise. “So Sonal,” asked Picard, “how do you go about destroying the Jedi and Sith all at once?” With those words, Q showed up.

“Greetings, mon capitan,” said Q. “There is only one way that the Jedi and Sith can be destroyed at once. “ Q looked at Sonal. “Sonal, you must face Palpatine in a battle of lightsabers. You must destroy him with both lightsabers.”

“I thought Palpatine was unrivaled in lightsaber battle,” said Sonal.

“He is,” Q replied, “but you can do it, Sonal. After you defeat and destroy Palpatine, you must take the lightsabers to Vulcan and cast them into Mount Surak, the only remaining active volcano. Then, the Jedi and Sith will be no more...but as a cost.”

“What cost?” Sonal asked.

“The cost of the last vestiges of the Force. The Talosians’ extra sensory powers will cease to exist. The empathic abilities of Betazoids will cease to exist. And...the Whills of the Force will cease to exist as well.”

“You mean you’ll die?” Picard asked.

“Mon capitan,” Q interjected, “I don’t see it as death. I see it as a necessity. For many years, the Q species have wreaked havoc on you primitive humans.  And not just myself.” Q looked at Sonal. “Oh the hell that Trelane put Captain Kirk and your father Spock through…” Q laughed, and he was delighted to hear a small amount of laughter from Sonal. “Sonal, you must branch out with your feelings if you are to defeat Palpatine. Embracing logic does a Vulcan good, but in this case, logic is not enoigh. You must stretch out with your feelings.” Sonal nodded. “But don’t forget. Bury your feelings of fear, anger, and hatred. Those feelings will lead you back to the Dark Side, and for most, once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny.”

Sonal looked coldly at Q. “I will not allow myself to be Palpatine’s pawn ever again.”

“Good.” Sonal walked away. After Sonal left, Q walked to Picard. “I’m worried, Jean-Luc. What if he...falls to the Dark Side and…”

“Destroys Palpatine,” Picard stated softly. “Then we would be forced to destroy Sonal.”

“And the anicent powers of the Sith will continue to exist and inhabit aniother host,” Q said. “And the cycle will repeat.” Q looked at Picard sterny. “That is why it’s very important to destroy the lightsabers.” Suddenly, klaxons begar blaring over the ship. A voice came over Picard’s com-badge. “Captain, Worf here. Long range scanners have detected a circular ship orbiting Romulus.”

“That sounds like a Borg transwarp conduit,” Picard said. “I thought Sonal destroyed all the Borg!”

Worf replied over the com-badge. “Sir, the markings of the ship do not match any Borg ship. In fact, there are no records in the Federation database for such a vessel!”

“I’m on my way to the Bridge.” Picard raced for the turbolift. As soon as he stepped on the bridge, he assumed his place in his captain’s chair. “On screen.” The ship viewing screen showed the planet Romulus, and it had an addition. A moon-sized metallic object was orbiting it. It had what looked like a trench runnling along the equator. And above the trench was  a round indention which looked like a crater on Earth’s lone natural satellite, Luna.

“Captain,” Data stated, “I am detecting a ship taking off from the planet’s surface. And Captain, I am detecting life signs aboard the ship.” Data paused and punched in numbers on his terminal. “And Captain, one of the passengers is Ambassador Spock.” Sonal suddenly rose from his station.

“Data,” Sonal said, “patch through to the ship.”  Data pressed more buttons, and the viewing screen changed to an image of the interior of the Romulan ship. Facing the screen was a tall, thin humanoid dressed in a black hooded robe. He removed his hood, and raised his Vulcan eyebrows as he saw his son. “It is...most pleasing to see you, Father.”

“As it is to see you, my son.” Spock held a pensive look. “Sonal, I sense the anguish that you have felt. And I sense the sacrifice that you are willing to make in order to make things right. I...am not my father. I know that feelings and emotions can do good. That is why…” - Suddenly the signal cut out.

“Restore contact,” Picard stated.

“Unable to do so, sir,” Data said. “The unknown ship is jamming transmission.” Without warning,  green lights originated from the depression on the ship. Then they merged together. Finally, a single laster blast shot from the joining of the four lasers, and it fired directly at the Romulan ship. Within nanoseconds, the Romulan ship erupted in an explosion of fire and metal.

“Father…” Sonal said softly as he collapsed on his knees. He stared blankly at the image of his father’s ship being destroyed. He looked down and wept as his last survivng family member was cruelly taken away from him. He was jerked back into reality as the Enterprise began to shake.

“There is no escape, traitor,” said a voice bellowing over the shipwide intercom. “You will not defeat the Dark Side of the Force, for the Dark Side lives forever. Now...if you want these weak, pathetic friends of yours to live, you will return to your rightful place...BY...MY...SIDE.”

Sonal walked to Picard. “I know what I must do. But I cannot state it out loud. My thoughts...to your thoughts.” Sonal placed his hand on Picard’s head and mind-melded with the Captain. “This is what I must do, Jean-Luc. I must go to him. I must destroy him. And...if I fail, you must destroy me  along with Palpatine, and you must take the lightsabers to Mount Surak and destroy them.” Sonal broke the mind meld. “You win, Palpatine. I...will return to you.”

#Star Wars #Star Trek #crossover #fanfic #fanfiction

[tennessoui]

omg time traveler ahsoka au! she gets obi-wan to leave the order for satine in the hopes that he’d be weird with someone else but anakin gets sent on a mission to mandalore and wow there’s this handsome duke he has to look after. what a shame he’s married and definitely wouldn’t leave his wife for this jedi he feels immediately weird about

hmmmmmmm this is one of Ahsoka’s closest attempts because obi-wan’s personal sense of loyalty wouldn’t let him cheat on his wife, and he’s spent so long building a family and a life on Mandalore that he would never toss it aside to be romantically involved with a kid (read: 22yo) that he doesn’t even know even though he feels a very strong pull towards him….obi-wan is adept at lying to himself

It gets easier to lie to himself when he realizes that Skywalker is also married, though secretly…..it offends part of Kenobi, but that’s just because Skywalker is making a mockery of the Jedi order with his secret marriage!! Kenobi is no longer a Jedi of course but he still has great respect for the Order!!!

That’s the only reason he feels so strange when he thinks of Skywalker’s marriage even long after Skywalker and the senator he was guarding as she came to a celebratory feast on Mandalore leave again.

(Ahsoka tenses on her reset button as anakin makes his way back to mandalore a few months later, but they’re being….normal…this anakin requests to study ancient mandalorian and Jedi texts that are housed in the capital city and it’s weird because he’s never really cared about history but he’s being very…respectful….and master obi-wan is also being very respectful if a little stand offish….he accompanied him down to read the texts and they spend hours down there together but as far as Ahsoka can tell there is nothing inappropriate happening —she has gotten very good at telling when something inappropriate is happening between her old masters—they really are just…talking and reading and they’re being…sort of weird…but sort of normal….it’s the closest they’ve come to the original timeline in fact…Ahsoka relaxes on her reset button)

War breaks out anyway of course and obi-wan lasts only a month or so after anakin is pulled to the front lines before donning an old beat up and anonymous suit of mandalorian armor and flying to fight with him. The Duchess of Mandalore offers no comment. The official story is that her husband is sick in bed from a nasty case of Flafu flu. No one knows that it’s the Duke of mandalore in the red armor, supporting Skywalker’s troops.

Ahsoka wonders if Anakin knows, up until the moment some droid gets a lucky shot in and obi-wan goes down on the battlefield and anakin levels an entire field of droids to get to him looking half out of his mind with worry and rage….then she knows he knows and maybe that he’s always known

She’s tensed up over the reset button again, but after obi-wan’s been seen to by the medic, anakin sends him back to his wife on mandalore and, miraculously, after 2 years fighting to be by anakin’s side, obi-wan…stays, but he looks so beaten down over it, so without half his heart, like he’s suddenly aged 20 years and lived in a desert for all of them. But he stays.

The war ends eventually and the Jedi triumph. Ten years later, leia runs through Anakin’s study with an old red helmet over her head as Luke runs after her, playing war. anakin gently takes it off her and sets her on the ground. He cradles the helmet though in battle worn hands, but thankfully before either of them can ask, padmes speeder arrives and they shoot off to go welcome their mom home - anakin stays for a second longer, just staring at the helmet with such a naked expression of wistfulness longing heartbreak and acceptance that Ahsoka almost wants to turn away. Before she does she sees anakin touch his forehead to the helmet’s once before rising and putting it away, turning instead to go greet his wife

and it leaves Ahsoka with such a WEIRD feeling in her own heart that she’s pressing the reset button before she can think it through because she wants them to be apart and she wants the Jedi to win the war and everyone to get their happy endings but…but not like this…not if they’re not happy….she gets 1 reset where she gets to be selfish ok she’s gone through thousands now probably.

#asks #obikin #time traveler Ahsoka au #a marriage of minds and a whole heaping load of what ifs and almosts #obi-wans marriage to Satine is never the same because she can’t forgive him for all the fighting he willingly waded into #and they both know he only #did it because his pet Jedi was in danger #obi-wan says there’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to help a friend #but they both know anakin was hardly just a friend #meanwhile Padmé #knows less than Satine because she never really saw them #interact #after several years of emotional agony because anakin knows he fell in love with obi-wan whole #they were fighting together and maybe even before that even though they never broke their vows to their wives #he finally tells Padmé that the red mandalorian was obi-wan Duke of mandalore #most of the significance of that is lost on Padmé because anakin kept his Jedi life and his personal life so far apart #she thinks it’s strange the Duke #of mandalore would fly out to fight with anakin but she’s grateful of course #and decides the war makes strangers of them all

[dolcid]

Comforting Them | Star Wars

Request: Can I make a request? Comforting the Star Wars boys pls - @cool--chicken

A/N: my first request!!!! 😃 also, Luke has two because I feel he would react differently? Lol

Anakin Skywalker

Comforting Anakin would take a lot of patience and lots of reassurance, Anakin has loads of self insecurity when it comes down to it, so you'd have to be very gentle while addressing him.

"Anakin? What's wrong love? Did something happen?" You'd ask him slowly, watching as he jumps slightly at your intrusion.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I was just worried about you." Hearing this would swell Anakin's breaking heart, his tears slowing.

"It's alright my love. I'm just irritated with the council, they don't think I deserve to be a jedi master." He would explain to you, holding himself. This action makes you frown, and you're quick to grab his hands and wrap them around you.

"You know you don't have to go through this alone, right? I'm always here when you need me Ani," you'd reassure him, feeling his grip tighten around your waist.

"Thank you, my love."

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Comforting Obi-Wan would be a rare occurrence. As he usually would either deal with it on his own or busy himself with work to distract his true emotions. The first time you comforted him was after Qui-Gonn died, the second was when he had to battle Anakin. After assuring Anakin's children were safe, he came to you, no emotions held back.

"Obi-Wan? What's happened? I got your holo," you would say, watching as he broke down in tears in front of you.

"Oh honey.." you would whisper, gently lulling his head into your chest.

"I'm here when you're ready to talk." You would assure him, rubbing slow circles onto his head, patiently waiting for him to calm down.

"Thank you, Darling. I don't know what I'd do without you,"

"You're strong, Obi-Wan. I know without a doubt you'll get through this."

Darth Maul

Comforting Maul would take a lot of patience and kind words, after losing the battle with Obi-Wan Kenobi, he would definitely have a damaged ego.

"Maul? Oh my love, what has happened to you?" You'd ask gently, taking in his new appearance. Savage told you of his battle with Kenobi and you were furious, how could anyone labeling themselves as a jedi attempt to kill someone? You were just thankful he was still alive.

"Darling? Oh my sweet, I have missed you" Maul would say, you both running into each others arms.

"I'm so glad you're okay," you'd whisper, rubbing gentle circles onto his temple.

"And you, my lady. I have been in need of you."

ANH!Luke Skywalker

Comforting Luke would consist of cuddling, smooches, and blankets. After losing Ben, Luke's mood was dampened. Something you hated to see, he was a ray of sunshine, he didn't deserve to be sad.

"Hey hon, how are you doing?" You'd ask, laying a soft blanket over his shoulders. He would smile sadly and shrug, thanking you for the blanket.

"I just can't believe he's gone," he'd say sadly. You frowned and sighed, wrapping your arms around him. He would accept the hug immediately, tucking his head into your neck.

"Oh honey...it'll be okay, alright? I'm here for you," you'd assure him, gently scratching his scalp and kissing his head.

ROTJ!Luke Skywalker

Comforting Luke after he becomes a jedi master would be difficult. He liked to deal with his emotions on his own now. So convincing him to share would take a lot of coaxing.

"Luke? I know something's wrong, you can't fool me," you'd say to him as he attempted to walk away from you. Everything he's been through really changed him.

"I told you I'm alright." He'd tell you again. You'd sigh and feel hurt, he used to be so open with you. Although after sensing your thoughts, he'd stop and turn to you.

"Look, I know you're a jedi master now but that doesn't mean you have to shut me out, I love you and will always be here for you." You'd tell him, not expecting for him to reply.

"Sweetheart, I-I'm sorry. I'm just dealing with the death of my father rather harshly....thank you, I love you too."

Han Solo

Comforting Han was a very rare occurrence. This man isn't known for being emotional, he would definitely deny being sad or needing comfort. You being you would just pull him into a hug. Han would most likely accept it.

"Han, quit being such a hard ass, everyone has feelings, even you!" You'd say to him, watching as he rolled his eyes. You knew he was faking, just being a tough guy for everyone. You'd sigh and yank him by his collar into a hug, Han nearly yelping.

"See? This isn't so bad, hm?" You'd say to him quietly, Han groaning in reply.

"Yeah yeah, its alright I suppose."

Darth Vader

Comforting Vader would be difficult. He's still stubborn Ani underneath so he'd probably attempt to deal with it on his own, or force choke someone daring to address him. Unless it was you, you're his weakness after all.

"Vader? What's wrong?" You'd ask him, gently placing your hand on his back. Vader would turn to you in silence, placing his hand along your cheek before answering.

"I'm quite alright, my love. Simply dealing with an issue." He'd say. You would sigh and nod, frowning at his stubbornness.

"You know I'm here for you, right? I always will be, you never have to deal with anything on your own." You'd assure him, feeling him gaze into your eyes.

"I know my love. Thank you."

Din Djarin

Comforting Din would be a process. He's stubborn like most of these guys are and would probably feel ashamed to need comfort. But due to you and Grogu, he'd feel bad for not sharing, so he'd eventually go to you.

"Cyar'ika?" He'd ask, his voice deep.

"What's wrong?" Of course you'd know, he's not very good at hiding his emotions from you.

"Nothing, I just..." he'd sigh, you immediately running into his arms to hold him.

"I'm here Din, always." He thanks the stars every night that he has you and Grogu.

Poe Dameron

Comforting Poe would probably be rather easy. When he's truly in need of comfort he wastes no time in finding you, that is if you don't find him first. Your wife senses go off when he's in need.

"Poe? Honey, I'm here." You'd say running up to him, cupping his cheeks in your palms.

"Oh baby...thank the force I have you," he'd breathe, securing his arms around your waist.

"Shh, c'mere hon," you'd whisper, gently pulling him into your neck, playing with his hair that rested on the nape of his neck.

"I love you, so much."

Kylo Ren

Comforting Kylo would be much like comforting Vader. Both are stubborn to no end and insist they are okay or can deal with it on their own. But unlike Vader he wouldn't be able to resist you as long, he ultimately gives in and accepts your comfort.

"Kylo, is everything okay?" You'd ask, resting your hand on his upper arm. He would stay silent, barely moving.

"Kylo, you know I'm here for you my love, no matter the problem," you'd assure him, watching as he broke and gave in, quickly pulling you into a hug. You'd accept immediately, and rub small circles onto his back.

"I love you."

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a story I will never write: in which Anakin Skywalker asks Obi-Wan to kill him (and he does)

So the plot of ROTS goes down more or less the same, but there’s no battle on Mustafar, and in the ensuing years, Darth Vader, the Emperor's attack dog, causes terror throughout the Empire. And he's angry and hurting, and it was all never supposed to be like this, they were all meant to be together and if Obi-Wan had just listened.

He rages and rages and rages until, like all fires, he slowly starts to diminish.

He's tired and exhausted and nothing really matters. He sees his "Master" on the throne and Sidious’s not even really interested in the Empire he built on Vader's pain and regret. He just wants to rule, the power, but not the responsibility that comes with it.

(Padmé would have been a great Empress. Obi-Wan would have ruled a glorious Empire.)

And maybe, one day, Vader just snaps. He's had enough of Sidious, enough of fighting for a hollow cause. So he runs, flees, chases after a connection that is barely there, Obi-Wan having shut him out. Still, there’s enough of their bond alive enough that Vader can track it with his mind a calmer than it has been in years.

And track it he does to Tatooine.

He finds Obi-Wan in the dunes and thinks I've come to end this, I've come to be ended, take this life from me, Master, so that my death is yours as my life should have been. Vader has no intention to leave this planet again. He will be buried with his mother if Obi-Wan is still kind enough, still Jedi enough, to do so.

And when Obi-Wan does spot him, he reacts with panic, with fear. And it isn't so much the anger or anything Vader expected because Obi-Wan doesn't hesitate to ignite his lightsaber, taking a protective stance as behind him hides a child with sunkissed skin, hair so light it seems golden and curious blue eyes that once belonged to Anakin Skywalker.

("It seems, in your anger, you killed her" rings as another lie.)

And suddenly Vader can't. Whatever kept him together, kept him standing upright for even this supposedly last duel just crashes.

"I'm sorry," he wants to say, probably says out loud because that child has to be his and of course Obi-Wan kept watched, raised him, protected him from the monster Anakin had become, the threat that Sidious is still.

And Obi-Wan, in turn, doesn't really know what to do because he didn't expect that. This confusion carries on for weeks as Vader doesn't leave, but sticks around in the shadows, never quite saying a word after the first "What is his name?" to which the child responded with "I'm Luke, who're you?"

Weeks of silence, of Vader- Anakin- him simply lingering. "I want to fix this," is the next thing he says, Luke half-asleep across his lap, unaware of who the stranger is, only knowing that he should not reach out with his mind because his own childish one is too fragile, too kind and gentle for the horrors lingering in Anakin's.

"There is no fixing this," Obi-Wan will reply, tired and exhausted because he buried his Master, his friends, his family, and somewhere, in an attempt to deal with his grief and keep himself going so Luke wouldn't be alone, he buried his apprentice too.

Anakin Skywalker had died and Vader had risen from his ashes and now his fragile peace breaks and crashes as Vader is swallowed up by Anakin once more.

"I will kill him," Anakin, eyes still gold like an insult, vows. "I will kill Sidious."

"And what will you do then?" Obi-Wan might reply. "You can't dismantle an Empire you helped built. You will end up just the same."

And Anakin Skywalker has been dead for years already, and he has nothing left to give to his Master or his child, nothing but his borrowed time. "So kill me," Anakin says after. "The galaxy hates and fears Darth Vader. And you will come and end my reign of terror, and there will be peace once more."

Which is the worst thing he could ever demand of Obi-Wan, who, even standing among the slain bodies of his family, vowed that he would not kill Anakin.

But what choice is there left, really? Remain on Tatooine, playing house for an innocent child that had deserved so much better until Sidious found them?

Anakin takes his leave against Luke's protests (and no, he doesn't know, doesn't quite understand it yet as he's too young, but he knows there's a connection and he knows Obi-Wan is happy when Anakin is around and that's enough for any child. They just want their parents to be happy.)

And so Anakin leaves, and Vader returns, more ruthless, more brutal than before, reminding the Empire why they feared him so much in the first place. And Sidious praises his dear apprentice right until he finds himself choking because Vader did as all Sith before him: he betrayed his Master.

Feeling hollow, Vader takes his throne, sends a message out to collect the Jedi traitor who stole his child.

Everything from here on his carefully planned. He rules and reigns, destroys and makes everyone hate him.

(Just not Obi-Wan. His Master can't hate him, loves him too much, still kisses away his tears.)

Obi-Wan and Luke live in the palace, continue their lessons on balance and hope and care and love until the Senate nearly breaks, until Vader has ruined everything and the time for change has come.

Perhaps, in the silence of their bedroom, the very same they'd always slept in because of course Sidious would claim their temple, their home, for his palace, Obi-Wan says once more I can't kill you. And they spent the rest of the night trying to make each other forget.

When, finally, the dawn breaks, the theatre continues. They'd planned it out entirely, know their steps by heart. Obi-Wan takes Anakin's lightsaber because Luke deserves better than to inherit a blade that has caused so much pain, that will kill his father. They make a show out of a duel that Luke will not see, locked away in his room, already having said his goodbyes, not knowing it will be for forever.

(This, perhaps, is the only thing he will ever lay at Obi-Wan’s feet in accusation: Not the fact that he murdered Anakin, but that the two of them denied Luke the chance to cling to his father a moment longer.)

And, in the end, there Anakin lies, eyes once more blue, Obi-Wan's kneeling form obscuring his last words and last smile from all onlookers as the tyrannical Emperor dies in his lover's arm.

The Empire celebrates, once more believing in a better future, caring for the Jedi they'd judged before as High General Obi-Wan Kenobi, Regent of His Majesty, stands next to a throne much too large for little Luke Skywalker, who inherits a peace his father once destroyed and rebuilt again.

There is no redemption for Darth Vader.

The Empire remembers a monster as it slowly returns to something kinder, fairer. But somewhere in the palace halls that become a Temple again, welcoming its children home, when the day turns into night, Luke listens to Obi-Wan tell him stories of Anakin, fondly remembers the months his father lived with them and they'd been happy

(And maybe, once he’s old enough to no longer need Obi-Wan to rule for him, teaching his own students and heirs, is tired of the crown on his head, he wonders what it might have been like in a different life.)

#star wars #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #Luke Skywalker #fanfic #ish #aus and ideas

[wanderinginksplot]

Riye (A Favor) - Alpha-17/f!Reader fic

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Third installment of my Alpha-17/fem!reader fic!

Word-Count: 3,100

Warnings: aggressive flirtation, Alpha is rude.

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You carefully straightened the neckline of your shirt, eyes on the refresher mirror. It might be silly, but today marked a full month since you had come to Kamino, and you wanted to look your best.

Your outfit had survived the morning, despite a meeting with several Kaminoans who wanted updates on your progress. You had been able to deliver good news - that you were right on schedule - but a sense of doubt overshadowed any triumph you might have felt. The first deadline had been met, but the next one promised to step up the workload, and you were already feeling overwhelmed at the idea.

Still, you were determined to push the negativity out of your mind. You would figure out a better schedule to complete the work later. Today was a celebration.

The bad thing about taking more care with your appearance was that it attracted more attention than usual from the cadets. You had politely turned away two different groups of young men by the time Alpha was due to arrive in the cafeteria. Another cadet - alone, this time - was doing his best to keep from being dismissed as well.

"Was it raining when you came in, ma’am?" he asked, leaning over you. "I have flight drills after this and it gets even more dangerous in the rain."

You did your best not to smile at the obvious way he was hinting about being a pilot. "You know, I think it was raining the last time I was near a window," you told him, voice grave.

"Then I'm going to need some luck to survive," he said dramatically, flashing you a smile he clearly hoped would be charming. "I've heard a kiss from a beautiful woman is a good start. What do you think? It might help me survive the afternoon."

"I wouldn't count on it," a dark voice warned.

The cadet stood as straight as possible as Alpha approached. The captain brushed your new pilot friend aside with a twist of his armored shoulders and sat down. He proceeded to start eating, ignoring the cadet completely.

Any other cadet would have backed away, thankful that Alpha hadn't decided to throw them directly into the oceans of Kamino, but this one was more determined than most.

He winked at you from behind Alpha's head. "By the way, my name is-"

"She doesn't want to know your name," Alpha told him. "Get out of here before I decide that I want to know it."

"Very flattering, Captain," the cadet said cheekily. "But Jango's face isn't the one I want to wake up to, yeah?"

Alpha swallowed his mouthful of food and deliberately set his fork aside, standing slowly from the table. He drew up to his full height before turning around. He was taller than the cadet, forcing the younger man to look up.

"Now I'm extremely interested," Alpha said slowly, his slow and methodical voice dripping with menace. "What's your designation?"

Behind him, you winced. You hated how glaringly obvious it was that the Kaminoans considered these men products. Also, this cadet might die in front of you and that would almost certainly ruin your ability to eat in the cafeteria anymore.

"CT-7115," the cadet said with a grin.

"Ah, part of Zackra Trem's group." Alpha raised his comlink. "Trem."

"Alpha," a female voice returned immediately.

"I've got one of your pilot cadets here in the cafeteria. 7115."

"Broadside," Trem said, clearly recognizing the number. "He's one of my best, Alpha. Don't break him too badly."

"No promises," Alpha replied, turning slightly back toward Broadside. Since you were seated directly behind Alpha, you couldn't see his expression yourself, but it was enough to make Broadside's grin slip for the first time.

"I'll make you a deal," Trem offered. "I'll give him hell here and then send him back to you tonight. I'm sure he could help you demonstrate something unpleasant to your ARCs."

Alpha considered that for a long moment while Broadside shifted uncomfortably. Eventually, he conceded, "That works."

Trem laughed. "Do I even wanna know what he did to you?"

"Harassed an uninterested female."

The laughter emanating from the comlink's speakers cut off abruptly. "In that case, I think we should coordinate punishments. I'll be in touch, Captain."

The transmission cut off suddenly and Alpha looked at Broadside once more. "You had best get to your training, son."

Broadside, looking suddenly concerned, nodded and hurried away. “What was that?” you asked quietly when Alpha had sat down across from you once more.

“I told his superior officer about his behavior.”

“What more than that?” you pressed.

Alpha grinned suddenly, and it was half a snarl. “It just so happens that his superior officer is Zackra Trem. It’s not my story to tell, but she’s got more reason than most to hate that kind of osik behavior.”

You could very well guess the rest of that story. Your heart twisted for Trem, though you had never met her. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Nice, but she wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment,” Alpha told you, not unkindly. “Feel sorry for your little pilot. She’s a Weequay who ran with Mandalorians for the past few decades. Whatever she makes him do, it won’t be pleasant.”

You chuckled at that, trying not to actually feel sorry for Broadside. In the time you had been hanging around Alpha, most of the cadets had eased up a bit on flirting, but every now and then, someone crossed the line.

Alpha picked his fork up again and shot you an intense look. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Though your immediate instinct was to be embarrassed about being overdressed, even mildly, you rolled your eyes at him. “Anything looks like too much when everyone else wears uniforms all of the time. Remember that day I wore a necklace?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Alpha said, snorting. “A necklace. What are you, a Senator?”

“Your ideas of fancy clothing are extremely skewed, I hope you know that,” you told him, adjusting your collar again.

“Hazards of the job,” Alpha replied with a casual shrug as he returned his focus to his food. “Looks okay, though.”

You paused, staring openly at him. Had Alpha just complimented you? Surely not… The universe wouldn’t survive such unexpected behavior, not without signs that space was collapsing in on itself.

Alpha noticed you watching him and lifted an eyebrow in question while he chewed. You just shook your head and applied yourself to your own lunch, avoiding his curious eyes. Explaining your thought process there would be an intensive effort, especially if your goal was to keep him from being uncomfortable.

Fortunately, avoiding Alpha’s eyes let you notice the approaching cadet sooner than your companion did, and you had time to brace yourself before the young man - even younger than you were used to seeing - opened his mouth.

“Excuse me-”

“Kriff,” Alpha said loudly, dark brows crashing down over his eyes. “Go away, kid. I’ve already ruined one cadet’s day and I have no problem adding to the list. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“N-no, sir, of course not,” the cadet told him, nodding respectfully at you as he went on. “I wanted to talk to you. Is it true you served with General Kenobi?”

"What?" Alpha asked, sounding uncertain for the first time since you had met him. You quirked your brows, unsure of whether to be amused or concerned.

"General Kenobi," the cadet repeated. "And General Skywalker, too! I heard you went on a mission with both of them. What was it like?"

"Look, kid, I don't have time to answer all your questions about Jedi-"

"That's fine!" the cadet told him. "I already know everything there is to know about the Jedi. I want to know more about your experience, specifically."

The muscles in Alpha's jaw flexed and you quickly interrupted. "What's your name?"

"Dogma, ma'am," the cadet told you, making an apologetic face. "I know names are against regulations, but my batchers won't stop calling me that. My designation is CT-4287."

“Nice to meet you, Dogma,” you said politely.

Dogma's cheeks darkened and he gave a tight nod. "You too, ma'am."

"Stop flirting with the poor boy," Alpha chided and you gaped at the captain. So much for trying to help him.

"Dogma, I'm sure Captain Alpha would love to answer any question you have," you told the young cadet, grinning triumphantly at Alpha.

"Wait," Alpha ordered, catching at your wrist before you could stand up. His hand was ridiculously huge and you found yourself shackled by his gentle grip. "You haven't finished eating."

You grinned wider at him, slipping your wrist out from between his fingers. "I'll take it with me. Have fun, you two!"

Dogma gave a half-hearted wave while Alpha glared.

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The rest of the afternoon was spent locked away in your office, working on the second major project you had to complete. Your concerns about the deadline were unfortunately proving correct. The icy grip of stress and fear were squeezing your heart, and you were honestly relieved when someone knocked on the door of your office.

“One moment!” you called to the unseen visitor, but they didn’t seem to hear you. Instead, they continued to pound on the door until you opened it. You were unsurprised to see Alpha on the other side, glowering down at you.

“You’re mean for a nat-born,” he grumbled, brushing you aside as he pushed into the office.

After letting the door slide closed once more, you followed him over to your desk and plopped down in your chair. Rather than sit in one of the chairs opposite you, Alpha leaned his hip against the side of your desk, much closer than you were comfortable with.

In a show of belligerence, you crossed your arms and lifted your chin as you replied, “Serves you right for being rude about my outfit.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about your clothes!” Alpha denied, befuddled.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t say anything nice about them, either,” you argued childishly, conveniently forgetting his half-compliment at lunch.

Alpha frowned. “You want me to… talk about clothing with you?”

Well. Put that way, it did sound a little silly. Of all of the things you were sure Alpha did well, deep discussions about fashion might be beyond him. Honestly, they might be beyond you, too. You sighed. “No, I don’t want you to talk about clothing with me, but I was trying to look nice today. I put a lot of effort into this.”

“I don’t understand why,” Alpha said. “You look… fine… every other day.”

“Fine,” you repeated dryly. “Thanks, I was going for fine.”

“I don’t understand what I did wrong.” You were able to hear the growing frustration in his voice. “What do you want me to do?”

“Maybe don’t act like I’m wearing a ballgown to work if I show up wearing a necklace!”

“What is a ballgown?”

You stared at Alpha, the simple question making your brain screech to a halt. It was like a chasm had opened between you, and it made you reconsider a few things. Since you had arrived on Kamino, you had treated the clone troopers as if they were people you might meet out in the galaxy, but that wasn’t exactly true. You still believed that they were people - of course you did - but you were only just coming to realize how different they were from anyone you had ever met. While the troopers shared their own experiences on Kamino and had been trained to be perfect soldiers by the time they shipped out, they were startlingly young by the standards of the rest of the galaxy.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You fiddled with one of the many datapads littering your desk rather than meet Alpha’s intense gaze. “I am sorry for siccing Dogma on you, though.”

“You should be,” he growled. “He asked ten questions before I could shake him off. Ten!”

“Wow, that’s what? Five days worth of questions?” you teased.

“Five days for you,” Alpha told you seriously. “For anyone else, that’s more than I would ever answer.”

You were unreasonably touched by the reminder that Alpha let you learn things about him that no one else would ever know. Moved by a sudden surge of warmth for the ARC captain, you repeated your prior sentiment, but more fervently. “In that case, I honestly apologize for unleashing Dogma. If there’s anything I can do to make him back off, please let me know.”

Alpha’s stare was level and unwavering. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you agreed immediately, not understanding what a wildly stupid idea that was. That was fine - you would learn… and it didn’t take long.

That night at dinner, Alpha came in and sat across from you, but instead of starting the meal in silence, he leaned across the table slightly to get your attention. Lowly, he asked, “Are you still willing to help me with Dogma?”

“Yes,” you agreed simply. “Do you have a plan?”

“Yeah. Flirt with me.”

You fought not to react visibly to that. Carefully keeping your face blank and your voice flat, you replied, “What.”

He leaned even closer, eyes lit with excitement. “I’ve been threatening and trying to alienate Dogma all day, but the only time he was uncomfortable was when you flirted with him.”

“I didn’t flirt with him!” you reminded him. “I just said it was nice to meet him.”

“Fine,” Alpha conceded. “We’ll just have to do better than that if we’re going to convince him to leave me alone.”

Abruptly feeling like this was the worst idea anyone had ever had, you tried to speak in your own defense. “Alpha, I don’t think this is a good idea-”

“You said you would help me,” he reminded firmly. “He’ll be here in a minute. I need your answer.”

Your heart was pounding, one of many warnings that this was a bad idea, but you nodded anyway. Alpha smiled - he actually smiled - and the expression looked menacing on his face. “Good.”

In a moment, he had circled the table to sit beside you, his huge frame making you feel ridiculously tiny in comparison. He wasn't wearing any armor at all now, and you could feel the heat of his skin through what little space there was between you.

You tried not to obviously tense as he spoke next to your ear. "There he is, get ready."

Impossibly, Alpha managed to get closer to you, tugging behind your knee slightly so that you were angled toward him. When he had finished posing you, Alpha’s large hand lifted to cradle your face. His fingers brushed over your cheekbone before trailing down to your jaw.

"My little neverd," he murmured to you, face filled with affection.

You didn't have to feign embarrassment at the warmth in his tone matched with the intense eye contact he was giving you. When you replied, you tried not to sound squeaky but only managed to sound shaky instead. "You know Mando'a is my weakness."

He laughed, a low chuckle that sent delicious chills running over your skin. “Why do you think I use it?”

“Alpha…” you chided, managing to sound mildly flirtatious.

“Come on, little one,” he urged you, voice velvet in a way you hadn’t known it could be. “Let’s go back to your- Ah, one moment, neverd. Dogma, sit down.”

You looked over to see Dogma standing at the other side of the table. You had never even noticed, your entire focus narrowed down to Alpha. Dogma looked as embarrassed as you felt. While you were focused on Dogma, Alpha’s arm snaked around you, pressing against your waist to pull you flush against his side. Your face flamed and Dogma glanced away.

“Sir, I- I’m sorry, I forgot I’m on duty tonight,” Dogma muttered, speaking so quickly it was difficult to understand him.

“Sorry to hear that, cadet,” Alpha replied gravely, flexing his fingers against your side. It made you push a little closer to him in reflex, the tip of your nose brushing the space under his jaw as you tried to look up at him. Alpha shivered, and you weren’t sure how much of the motion was acting. “Maybe later.”

Dogma gave an awkward nod and hurried off.

Alpha started laughing even before he let you go, his muscular chest shaking against your shoulder. After a moment that felt like it had stretched an hour, he pulled his arm back and slid away a bit. You immediately felt the loss of his closeness and suddenly you were horribly uncertain of what expression you were wearing. Just in case it said more than you wanted it to, you looked back at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“I feel bad,” you admitted.

"Don't," Alpha advised, looking toward the door as well. “He’ll be fine. He’s a good soldier, just a little…”

He trailed off, apparently content to let his thought stay incomplete. You glanced over to him with an eyebrow raised, but his eyes were fixed on the door. “You can see every access point in the room from here.”

“That is why I chose this spot,” you agreed.

“Switch with me tomorrow.”

“Not a chance,” you refused. “This is my spot.”

“Then I hope you like sitting next to me,” Alpha told you. Surprised, you laughed up at him and he met your eyes. “You know, I’ve never seen anyone blush on cue.”

“Hidden talent,” you explained vaguely. Alpha didn’t seem convinced, so you changed the subject. “What does neverd mean?”

“Civilian.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. “Civilian? That’s what you used as a term of endearment?”

Alpha blinked blankly at you. “What’s wrong with it? You are a civilian.”

“Yes, but,” you thought over it for a second, “-it’s not very romantic. Usually, people say things like ‘dear’ or ‘sweetheart’.”

“How should I have known that?” Alpha asked.

It was the ballgown situation all over again, and more than you were willing to tackle that day. “Well, some warning before you want me to go undercover would be helpful.”

Alpha snorted. “How much warning do you need?”

You pretended to consider that for a moment. “Two business days, minimum.”

He frowned fiercely. “If you get two full days of warning, I expect more. I need you to show up in a disguise with three different accents ready.”

“Harsh terms,” you told him with a smile. “With those negotiation skills, you’d make a great senator."

Alpha gave you the darkest scowl you had ever seen him muster. “Watch it, neverd.”

Idly, you wondered if Alpha would protect you from himself, but the amused glimmer in his dark eyes told you it would be unnecessary.

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A/N - Pretty sure Broadside is wildly OOC, my bad. Also, sorry for the weird image for this chapter. I didn't really want the text bubbles in there, but I needed to keep Alpha's sassy hip lean.

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[obi-wkenobi]

an obikin fic in which Obi is pining (and is hopelessly in love) with Anakin from afar but he thinks he is too old and that Anakin deserves only the best but Obi has his happy ending

Hi anon, thanks for this! I hope the below fic is something you had in mind. 😊

Anakin was next on the Council’s agenda, and from the hastily written report they had received hours before, the meeting was unlikely to be a quick one. They hadn’t seen each other in weeks, what with Anakin mostly touring the outer rim and himself left on Coruscant. It wouldn’t do well for the other Council members to know, but Obi-Wan had missed him. He missed them. The Team.

And if Obi-Wan missed Anakin more than was entirely appropriate, then only he would ever know. There was no need to embarrass himself after all.

Sweat and dust darkened Anakin’s robes as he walked into the chamber, his curls plastered to the back of his neck and usually golden skin a chestnut brown. Tivol was a hot world, Obi-Wan recalled dumbly, with scorching heat that rivaled Tatooine’s, and Force, if possible, it had made Anakin even more beautiful.

The sight of him hit Obi-Wan hard, both by the frantic thud of his old heart and the deep and low drum below his belt, sparking adrenaline in his veins like the crackle of an electroblade. He shook his head, urgently trying to gather his wits after having them knocked out of him due to the simple sight of his former Padawan.

“Masters,” Anakin said, bowing respectfully and casting them a small smile, his eyes lingering on Obi-Wan.

“Knight Skywalker,” Master Windu said, “the Council is glad that you have returned, your report was most...brief in its detailing about your success on Tivol.”

Anakin flushed, the red tint wonderfully darkening his cheeks even more. “My apologies, I was too engaged with the mission whilst there and only remembered the report on my way back.”

Oh, Anakin, he thought fondly, chucking his erstwhile Padawan an exasperated look and privately delighting in watching Anakin squirm as a result.

Master Windu leaned forward, disappointment written plainly on his face. “You forgot?!”

Anakin’s face went from endearingly embarrassed to outright irate, turning a telltale purple as his anger grew. That wasn’t what Obi-Wan wanted to see. Anakin had had a difficult few weeks, he didn’t deserve to be reprimanded so soon upon his return.

“No harm has come from it, surely, Master?” Obi-Wan interrupted softly, stubbornly keeping his composure as Master Windu’s deep brown eyes settled upon him rigidly. “Anakin can add to the report today if necessary.”

A few seats down from him, a baritone chuckle sounded. “Knight Skywalker, your former Master has come to your defence once again. He does that quite a bit you know,” Master Plo observed.

Obi-Wan spluttered, indignant. “I do not.”

“Don’t you?” Master Windu asked, an eyebrow arched knowingly.

Now it was his turn to blush, except when he did so his face turned awfully red and splotchy. Charming on someone as lively and youthful as Anakin, but utterly demoralising on an older man like him.

Anakin peered at him with an odd intrigue in his sharp blue eyes. “Do you?”

“I-I…” he fumbled, victim to a verbal ineptitude that he very rarely experienced.

Apparently, Anakin found that amusing. Those enigmatic eyes shined with mirth and a mischievous smile settled on his face, no doubt delighting in the flustering of his usually impervious former Master.

“Perhaps I am guilty of doing so on occasion,” Obi-Wan admitted reluctantly.

It was worth it. Anakin ducked his head shyly, coyly looking at Obi-Wan from beneath long, golden lashes. They stared at one another intensely for what felt like an infinite moment. Each agonising second made him hot all over, heat making his vision hazy, and he fought every instinct telling him to go to Anakin. To pull him into his arms and to bite at that full bottom lip.

But he wouldn’t. Anakin didn’t want him like that, why would he? There were others who could give him what Obi-Wan could not. Younger, better, people who were able to give him everything that he deserved.

“Perhaps you can tell me about those occasions over dinner?”

What?—

Obi-Wan’s wandering gaze snapped back to Anakin’s face. Embarrassment had returned, but there was also the familiar hardness of determination. Had Anakin really just said that? Was Anakin flirting with him? Right here, in the Council chamber—

“Force help me,” Master Windu suddenly muttered. “Can we please get back to the mission report?”

Obi-Wan slowly turned to look at him, face beet red and mortified by what had just transpired. He rubbed a grounding hand through his coarse beard. “Of course, Master.”

Throughout the remainder of the meeting, Obi-Wan kept his eyes firmly planted anywhere but on Anakin, convinced that should their gazes meet then he would do something horribly inappropriate. Just when exactly had he become this man? Wildly passionate and besotted with a man who could enchant him with his insufferable teasing and his loud, booming laugh.

Oh, how Obi-Wan ached to hear that laugh. It had been too long since he had enjoyed the thrill of Anakin’s company.

By the time the Council adjourned for the day, Obi-Wan had mostly been able to purposefully forget what had occurred hours earlier. So sure that he had misinterpreted Anakin’s request, and certain it was only a result of his own hopeless longing, Anakin wanting him in return never being a possible explanation.

“It’s about time.”

Frowning, Obi-Wan finished standing from his Council chair and turned to Master Plo. “Excuse me?”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure, but he thought the Jedi Master was grinning beneath his mask. “I said it’s about time. That doesn’t mean I want to hear about all the sordid details in the morning though, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan gaped at him. Sordid details? About what? “I’m afraid I still don’t understand, Master.”

Yes, Obi-Wan thought, the Jedi Master was definitely smiling, he could see the recognisable creases by his eyes now.

His gleeful reply also gave him away, “Go and get him, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan stared after him as he walked away. Go and get him, Obi-Wan repeated to himself as he made his way to his quarters. What in the galaxy did that mean? Today had been one of the strangest in recent memory. Force, what was he even going to say when he next saw Anakin?

His quarters should have been dark when he entered, but they weren’t, something was...flickering?

What in the Force—

The room was lit by a slew of candles placed around the dining room, light blinking alongside the subtle shifts in the air. The room looked remarkably serene, the candles backlit by Coruscant’s sunset providing hues of a dusty orange-pink. On the table was some food, steam rising from plates, and a bottle of red wine placed in the middle.

Alderaanian wine—Obi-Wan’s favourite.

“Hello there, Master.”

Obi-Wan swivelled to look at Anakin, the alluring lines of his body resting deliberately casually against the kitchen counter, surveying Obi-Wan with a nervous, but amused smile tilted on his lips.

“Hello, Anakin,” he croaked. “What’s all this?”

“Dinner,” Anakin said, grinning when Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I can see that,” he retorted, voice dry and fond. “Why is there dinner, and err—” he blushed furiously, hoping that the darkness hid it, “candles.”

“Because I said that we should have dinner together.”

Obi-Wan tugged at his beard, thinking. “No, you asked if we could.”

Anakin sighed, naked, frustrated affection sitting on his face. “Details, Master.”

Obi-Wan hummed and continued stroking his beard, trying to calm the pounding of his heart. He observed the situation again, considering the impossible...Anakin was not known for subtlety, perhaps...Anakin wanted him? Maybe Anakin was trying to tell him something.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. “Anakin—”

Before he could say more, Anakin smiled at him, almost shyly, before walking up to him, and then...then—

Anakin’s lips were on his. They fit together as he had always imagined they would, their lips slanting together and meeting with an intoxicating heat. Obi-Wan wound one hand to cup his head, fingers threading through dishevelled locks, the other hand falling to his lower back, pulling him close. Their lips parted at the instinctive pressure, their tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. Anakin moaned obscenely, the sound more erotic than his wildest dreams.

Eventually, Obi-Wan gathered enough awareness to break the kiss with a wet sound. “Anakin—what?”

“Master,” Anakin panted, the honorific making Obi-Wan groan indecently, “I can’t believe how oblivious you are.”

Obi-Wan scoffed. “I resent that—”

Anakin laughed and kissed the underside of his jaw. “It’s true.”

“I just…” he murmured against bitten lips, “I never thought you would be interested in an old man like me.”

Anakin’s brows furrowed. “You’re not old.”

“I’m sixteen years your senior, Anakin.”

“So? That doesn’t bother me, I’ll want you even when you’re actually old.”

“Hmm,” Obi-Wan sighed, gently biting at the hollow of Anakin’s throat. “You might not feel that way when you’re older and you meet someo—”

Anakin jerked his head back up and kissed him again, desperate and deep. “No,” he stressed, “I want you, I’ve wanted you for years, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows jumped at that. Years? His observation skills clearly needed improving.

“Do you believe me?” Anakin asked, pulling back to look at him.

Futilely, he looked for any indication of deception. It was pointless, want and need sat as clear as day on Anakin’s face.

“I do.”

Anakin surged against him, pressing their mouths together once more, and the both of them smiled in delight as their dinner lay forgotten.

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