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Letters (part 2)

As Obi-Wan and Satine continue their written correspondence in the back half of their Hogwarts career, their bond strengthens to the point where it might not strictly be platonic.

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Fifth Year Summer

Dear Ben,

I GOT MY MENTORSHIP REQUEST APPROVED! I’m going to be a peer mentor this upcoming year! Oh, I know this is going to be another responsibility when we’re already saddling quite a bit with OWLS and our duties as prefects. While it was your initial idea to join, I have no regrets. If I’m to influence the minds of thousands from the Ministry, it will do me good to have practice on a smaller and more impressionable scale. Besides, far too many first years are led astray in my opinion. Having firm and caring guidance will be most beneficial.

I hope you can write to me with the same news, even if I still believe you are pushing yourself far too hard. Just please consider your own mental health for this upcoming term. You’re already wound tighter than anyone I know. I would truly not like to partake in the bets that Fives and Echo make behind your back about when your head will explode. I believe either myself or Cody would win. We know you best.

Speaking of being wound tight, I have been dedicating my summer to the practice of enchanting muggle objects as per our homework assignments. Turns out, it truly is not that difficult. I’ve been careful not to alter anything that would come into contact with other muggles, but I look forward to showing you the results of some of my recreations. Between you and me, I’ve been constructing some that were not on the instructed list.

You’re not technically a prefect yet, Obi-Wan Kenobi, so don’t even think about making a wise remark about how you could see me in trouble.

Yours Truly,

Satine

Dear Satine,

I, too, just received confirmation that I’m to mentor a first year this upcoming school year! Regardless of your speculation and wariness, I stand by my decision. We will be kept busy, but idle minds mean time wasted. If you hadn’t agreed on principle, I don’t believe you would have signed up right behind me. As for my extracurricular activities, pretending as though I am not stressed in the slightest about the prospect of the coming year is futile, but I hope to work through it and to become a better student as a result of it. My father has relented on training by Quidditch form. There are bigger things to worry about such as OWLS, which is why I’m to be locked in all summer. No complaints there- I’d much rather read.

Speaking of reading, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the books you snuck into my trunk. Yes, I found them and they were quite a welcome surprise. A bit of relaxing education is just what the doctor ordered. Not literally, because I loathe visiting my family’s practitioner. He takes the term “witch doctor” to new levels and I will leave it at that.

You’ve always been far better at charming objects than I ever have. To be fair, I still don’t have a full understanding of what certain muggle objects actually do, but I’ve got most of the list marked off by this point. While I promise not to report you for deliberate rule breaking, I do admire your gumption. I hope you’ll one day let me see what you’ve crafted. You know I adore learning the novelties of the muggle world. I believe last we spoke, you were telling me about ‘computers’.

As always, I’d love to know more. You have a manner of speaking that simply can’t go unnoticed, at least not to me.

Best,

Obi-Wan

Fifth Year- Winter

Dear Satine,

I apologize if this owl reaches you at an indecent hour. I know how you are about your beauty sleep. It’s been strange being back home, even if for a couple of weeks. It’s only made me realize just how unreal this year has been in terms of excitement and mystery. Though I do not blame the boy for any of it, I won’t lie that it was a much quieter school without Anakin Skywalker present. I wouldn’t change any of it, of course. I believe I am making a difference in working with him. He has a bright mind, if he chooses to use it.

I still can’t get the vision of him foaming at the mouth on the floor out of my head. There’s no doubt that someone has it in for him. I can only imagine who. While eccentric, Anakin is still just a child. He’s harmless.

At risk of drastically changing the subject- my true reason for writing was to thank you again for the watch. My parents have ingrained in me the importance of writing thank you notes regardless of the nature of the gift. However, this might be the first time the sentiment has felt important in action. It may sound ungrateful, but a boy can only receive so many tie clips before he starts to sound a bit robotic in his delivery.

However, please note that every word I say, I mean through my very bones. I hope you didn’t take my silence at receiving it to be anything less than breathlessness. You always keep me guessing, Satine Kryze, and I would have you no different. I am still in awe every time I catch a gander at my wrist.

You did a marvelous job in transfixing and refurbishing it. Seriously, it is of no wonder that Charms comes easier to you than it does to me. Had I not known otherwise; I would have assumed this watch was always crafted with the intention of being magical. Even if it were just a standard watch, it would still have meant more to me than anything I’ve received simply because it came from you. My friend. I’m not sure I deserve it.

I suppose I’ve no excuse for fear of being late any longer, now do I?

It’s never coming off!

Obi-Wan

Dear Ben,

I’m no longer, by any means, insinuating that the boy is trouble. Or more accurately, I don’t believe he’s cognizant of these omens. What concerns me, is Qui-Gon seems to believe that a dark time is upon us. He won’t share his suspicions outright, but I can tell just by how he talks to Anakin with a certain level of wonder and curiosity. Surely, you see it too.

Even still, I say, when school starts up, we try and start our own investigation- off the books and away from Anakin, of course. We needn’t worry him more than he already is. Perhaps while Gryffindor has the field for Quidditch practice we can better research. There’s been too many strange occurrences this year for it to all be coincidental. I’d argue this is the tipping point.

We can further discuss a game plan back at school, but at risk of hurting feelings and potentially endangering lives, we should keep this between us.

I am, however, glad to hear you enjoyed the watch ♥

Yours,

Satine

Sixth Year- Summer

Dear Satine,

I received my OWLS results today as I’m sure you did the same. I wanted you to hear from me, personally, that I am, in fact, alive and well despite what I received as scores. I’m surprised at how alive and how well, quite actually.

For some context- I received all O’s in everything… With the exception of Arithmancy- of which I got an E. I’m not positive where exactly I went wrong in studying for it. I don’t recall the exam being particularly difficult. It’s never been a prized subject of mine as you well know, but I’ve always delivered nothing less than near-perfect marks.

My parents took the news surprisingly well. As opposed to blaming me for slacking off or being distracted by frivolous things such as friends… They were in support of me. In fact, they’re positive that the school is deliberately discriminating against me. I think it might have to do with the recent revelation regarding Anakin being the chosen one. They’ve been much kinder to me and the choices I’ve made as a result of my association with him. Where they believed I was wasting my time, I apparently “saw” what they couldn’t- even if my decision to mentor Anakin had absolutely nothing to do with the matter.

I still have not yet mentioned my pursuit of becoming an Auror. You have to space this kind of news out when you can. They’ve supported me on this, but I’m not sure they’d take that in stride. My parents have been itching to have me become a lawyer or a politician for as long as I can remember.

How were your scores? I’m sure you did brilliantly. I should know, I studied alongside you during all of this madness. I’m eager to properly celebrate with you when we next meet. My mother asked me where I’d gotten the watch the other day and I exclaimed that the brightest witch of my age crafted it for me personally… She assumed it was Ventress, but you’ve always thrived in the chaos of being underestimated, now haven’t you? I will never make that mistake.

Truly,

Ben

Dear Ben,

Don’t you ever scare me with such a dramatic introduction ever again! I nearly had a heart attack, assuming you’d gone and failed your OWLS in a fit of insanity. Given how unusual our fifth year was, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if it had another anomaly to toss our way. I thought I was going to have to portkey to you and shake the living daylights out of you for being so foolish.

You landed on your feet, as you always do and seem to make it look incredibly easy to those that do not know any better. We’re matching, actually, except my E was in DADA- likely during the practical session when I wouldn’t cast that Sectumsempra spell. To have us perform such an act on a defenseless animal is cruel (even if it was a spider), particularly in the name of ‘testing’. If they must endorse the epidemic of violence, can they not simply provide test dummies?

I’m actually surprised I scored that high, since the instructor looked at me like I had ten heads. I spoke to Cody today. He passed, despite how hard he doubted himself. We both knew that he would do fine, of course.

Ventress has been around a lot more frequently, hasn’t she? I know that she’s been quite displaced ever since Dooku’s outing. She’s quite smug and entitled for someone who hardly does anything aside from being an errand girl to a Sith terror. I’m sure she’ll be continuing her tricks this year. To think your family thinks you could be as shrewd and awful as her.

How is Anakin this summer? I contemplated sending him an owl just to see how he was processing the more recent revelations, but it would most likely sound more from the heart if it came from you. You were truly excellent with him this year, if I hadn’t already mentioned it. I know I convinced you to break away from the status quo and lean into your desires to become an auror, but you’ve got a real knack for teaching and seeing the best in people. It’s truly one of your best traits. That, and the fact that regardless how much of a mess you are, you always manage to look pristine from head to toe.

Actually, that last bit is borderline infuriating. I hope to see you before the summer lets out. I understand why that might be difficult, but it seems with your parents’ investment in Anakin, you might have a valid reason to be away from the homestead more often. If you understand what I’m saying.

Best,

Satine

Sixth Year- Winter

{A draft from the desk of Obi-Wan Kenobi}

[Boldened text in parenthesis] = out loud thoughts

Dear Satine,

How do I say this without sounding like a damn fool? You kissed me!

It’s been brought to my attention by literally everyone that we have a certain noticeable chemistry. [Why am I saying what everyone else thinks when I should be saying what I think?] Usually, when we are together, we argue. A lot. Sometimes, I’m surprised we haven’t strangled each other yet by how heated some of our debates become. You have this ability to get under my skin in a way that no one else possesses. Truthfully, I love [Too strong! Don’t go scaring her off now] truly appreciate that about you.

But there are times when I get this feeling… And it’s come on more and more the longer I know you… Like we could get beyond the possible strangulation phase and onto something… Better. [What is wrong with me?] You challenge me and I think sometimes I’m able to challenge you as well. I think having people in your life that push you to be the best you can be is a sign of true companionship friendship. You’ve become a constant in my life that I wouldn’t shake even if I could. Looking back, it’s only natural for me to grow feelings for you.

Where I tried to convince myself those feelings were simply an intense comradery, I cannot deny that I do not notice how the light casts on Cody’s hair or linger on him as he walks away [Blast that makes me sound like a pervert] wonder what his hand would feel like in mine. My heart doesn’t quicken if Cody touches my shoulder or laughs at one of my jokes. Cody doesn’t sit incredibly close to me at the dining hall, but if he did, I would be more confused than completely entranced. Cody is my other best friend, but my entire day is not made or broken by seeing him smile.

I wouldn’t be jealous if the seventh year boys decided to notice that Cody was beautiful.

And you are disarmingly beautiful, but I’ve always known that, even if I try to ignore it.

You can imagine how terrifying all of this is to realize at the remarkable hour of 3 in the morning- a mere 3 hours after you decided to kiss me under the mistletoe. How am I supposed to think of anything else now or ever again? Which leads me to think [Don’t be presumptuous] wonder… If you share these feelings. And if you do, we’ve got quite a predicament there. Because if I could blissfully convinced myself that we could never be, I’d be able to bury that deep within me, but even the idea of hope that you could see me in that light… I fear that would be all too tempting. The evidence says that you might. You’ve always been a better investigator than myself, but I can’t shake this feeling that we have these spellbound moments where everything slows down. And it’s just you and me. During those moments, everything is alright.

Usually, when I’m troubled as I am now, I do not hesitate to reach out to you. You’re my co-conspirator, my fellow prefect, my best friend. However, given the situation, that’s not very easy to do. Even if Qui-Gon speaks of it like it is . I wish it were, because now all I can imagine is the mark you’ve left with your kiss. It’s the same sort of feeling I get every time I touch the face of the watch you gifted me last year.

Should I ever muster up the courage to send this letter to you, which I definitely shouldn’t, because you deserve the sort of man that would bare his heart in person, please understand that while I’ve dedicated my life to studying magical text, I’m not nearly as well-versed in the subject of love. Since I’m so certain you’ll never read this, there’s no point in denying that it’s anything less than love.

Love,

Ben

Seventh Year- Summer

Dear Ben,

I wanted to ensure that you were on the road of being okay, all things considering. I tried to wait to give you space, but I couldn’t make it more than a week without knowing you weren’t going mad locked up in that house of yours. I’m not even positive you’ll write me back, which is infuriating, but understanding since Qui-Gon’s passing is not one to be taken lightly by anyone, but especially you. I wish I could alleviate the pain you must be feeling in any way.

I’m relieved just a little bit, knowing that Anakin is in your care. It was very surprising of your parents to offer him refuge, as he’s currently got no one else to possibly lean on. Hopefully the two of you can find some solace in each other during these difficult times. I care for both of you very much and my heart aches knowing I am virtually helpless in making this any better. I know you are likely placing an immense amount of pressure on yourself to distract you from addressing your own mentor’s death, but while your parents might encourage this behavior, it’s not a true way of coping. You need to let someone in.

Stay safe. Do not hesitate to reach out (no matter how cliché that sounds). Even if you talk to Cody instead, that’s fine. Just… Don’t lock yourself in that head of yours and go rogue. I’d miss you far too much.

With Love,

Satine

Dear Satine,

I’m not okay, but I’ll have to be soon. Anakin is safe and on the same boat. I’ll write later with a real reply. I’m not quite in the spirit right now. I just wanted you to know that I haven’t gone completely mad in absence.

~Obi-Wan

Dear Satine,

I’m sorry to be writing to you so late in “true” reply. I’ve been quite busy with Anakin this summer. It has been helpful having someone else around. While a gray cloud still seems to follow him around, I’d say he’s faring better than expected. It’s alarming how resilient the boy is, but also incredibly depressing that it needs to be that way. We’ve discussed the matter of Qui-Gon’s death a couple of times. While you won’t like this, I think there is some closure to knowing that Anakin’s attacker, who became Qui-Gon’s murderer, is dead.

Meanwhile, I must confess that it still haunts me every night. I haven’t said anything to Anakin, because like you rightfully assumed, I’m not about to unload that burden onto him. He feels it’s his fault just as much as I do. We’ve taken to playing Quidditch outside. My family owns several acres of land, so we are able to get out of earshot every now and then. Anakin actually gets on quite nicely with my parents, which is a massive relief. Getting back to school for our final year will be a good way to get back into routine. On the other hand, I’m dreading trying to attempt adjusting to a school without Qui-Gon.

I suppose studying my brains out for the NEWTS alongside you will provide for ample distraction. You, alone, are admittedly very distracting. I am referring to your character of course. A general statement.

There’s always Quidditch, unfortunately, which isn’t nearly as fun and carefree as playing with Anakin in the yard. Despite how massively competitive he is? He’s just turned 13 and he’s loads better than me already. I still hate the flying aspect.

I’m writing you, of course, because we just got notified that I’m to be the Head Boy to your Head Girl. This incredibly tragic time has truly made me appreciate the people I have in my life. You are, without a doubt, shining at the top of that metaphorical list in bold and underlined print. I wouldn’t be Head Boy had it not been for you.

A lot has changed thus far, Satine, and I’m growing tired of being afraid. Life is too short and it’s always going to throw negatives at us- some that are absolutely debilitating. However, there is always the light, which has made me think that perhaps this year, some changes don’t have to be bad. There are many things I’d like to discuss with you, in person. Because this sort of conversation should be the kind that happens face-to-face.

Would you like to meet before school?

Truly Yours,

Ben

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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Burning Secrets Obi Wan Kenobi x Padawan Reader Pt 1

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Padawan reader

Summary: reader gets injured on a mission and tries to hide it from her master.

Warnings: mild swearing, mention of injury, violence

A.n Hello my lovelies! I absolutely adore Obi Wan and couldn't help but write something about him after rewatching clone wars! Enjoy😊 part 2

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You knew the danger that came with every republic mission. Not everyone always survived. And often times you made it out with more than a scratch. But that came along with the job.

Being a padawan meant that you were always put in dangerous situations. Along with your master Obi wan Kenobi. Most of the time things went relatively well. Your master would often bail you out of trouble when things got too sticky.

However this particular mission went a little different..

You were on the planet Saigon, defending against a large group of pirates who attempted to take the planet for themselves. Normally pirates were no match for the jedi forces however they had something they didnt before...the separatist army backing them as well as a new leader, Zoc tane.

Obi wan and you had split up, you took a decent sized squadron and managed to bomb their main camps while Obi Wan worked on freeing the enslaved citizens.

"Y/n, status report" the collected voice of your master broke through the chaos around you. You sliced your lightsaber through one of the battle droids as you brought your wrist up to your mouth.

"We bombed the camps, just finishing off these-" another droid ran up but you ducked under and swiped from behind, "-droids.."

"Very good, finish up quickly and meet me back at the slave camps, we could use the extra help"

"Alright be there as soon as I can" you shouted orders to the men and began fighting off the remaining droids.

"Alright men let's hurry to help the others!" You all jumped atop your speeders and made for the slave camps.

"Sir over there!" Pinks shouted suddenly, you followed the direction of the clones finger until you spotted the familiar face from the briefing this morning.

"Tane.."you growled. quickly you shouted for 2 of the men to follow you and the rest to go aid master kenobi.

"Sir are you sure thats a go-"

"If we let him leave this planet we may never get a chance like this again!" The cadet nodded and hurriedly followed orders.

You were quickly gaining on Tane, he shot some blasts with an arm bent back but you all dodged easily.

After a while of high speed chasing your comlink beeped.

"Y/n! Your men just told me you went after Tane! Don't be foolish, he is much stronger than you, get back here immedi-" with a click you shut off the com and focused on the battle. You could tell him it got messed up in the battle. You were not letting a chance like this slip away. And you were definitely planning to prove yourself by taking Tane down yourself. Just then the criminal threw a little ball backwards.

"BOMB!" you managed to veer right and dodge however pinks wasn't as lucky.

"Speedy, get him to a medical droid!" You shouted at the other clone, not slowing down your pursuit. Before speedy could even try to stop you, you were gone.

Tane eventually landed in front of a small space ship.

You hurriedly jumped off and force threw a giant rock in front of him, successfully blocking his space craft door.

He smirked and turned around. His tentacles moving eerily around him. He was built like master fisto, strong and swift.

"Well done little one, but what will you do now? Surely you aren't thinking of fighting me alone are you?"

You bit your lip, you had planned on at least having the boys with you but that quickly flew out the window. The logical part of you said that you shouldve turned back but the young fighter in you pushed you forward. Eager to prove yourself. You confidently lifted your chin and ignited your saber, "That's exactly what I plan to do"

He smiled even wider, "Well then trust me when I say it wont be much of a fight.." he drew his own weapons, double swords that glowed black. Ugh great, off brand sabers. How many kinds of weapons did he have anyway?!

"We'll see about that!" You sneered and charged forward.

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"Why must I always get stuck with the most stubborn padawans!" Kenobi shook his head. You were skilled yes, more than anakin had been at that age but you still had much to learn. And Tane was not an enemy to be taken lightly. He sighed with frustration and worry.

"Alright men, let's deal with this as quickly as possible!" He prayed that you would hold your own until he got there. Perhaps you had listened and were already on the way back? Yeah right..maybe in another universe..

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The fight had proven to be more difficult than you previously imagined. You could practically hear obi wan tsking.

"I'm almost impressed padawan, your lasting much longer than any of my other opponents, but no matter, soon you'll be dead like the rest of them"

You tensed at his words, he was still relatively unharmed, you managed to place a searing scratch on his arm but that did little to weaken him. Ok new plan..if I can't beat him, I can at least keep him from escaping.

Quickly you force jumped over his head which at first confused him but he quickly realized what you were up to. He glared,

"Stupid little pest!" He jumped after you but you were quick to dodge and made sure to jab your saber wherever possible. When he got a little too close you managed to force push him off which gave you just enough time to jam your saber through the main engine.

You smirked knowing he wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"Aghh" a burning sensation across your stomach brought your attention back to Tane.

You clutched your stomach and took a few steps back trying to regain your composure.

You tried force pushing him back but he was quicker and kicked you back sending another wave of pain through you.

Shit shit shit, you desperately tried to push yourself up as he walked menacingly towards you. His weapons crackling dangerously at his sides. You tried force calling your fallen saber but it was no use. You were too exausted.

"I must say I'm disappointed" he mocked walking closer.

You managed the best smirk you could through the pain.

"Disappointed? I did destroy your only exit off this planet did I not?"

His smile dropped into a low growl, "Yes.." he lifted the saber high above his head, "and you'll pay for it!"

You tried using the force but found yourself too weak. So this is how it ends...how embarrassing....

Shutting your eyes you resigned yourself to your fate.

Forgive me master

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No need for apologies just yet little one

Huh?

The smooth sound of your masters voice floated in your mind.

You snapped your eyes wide open. "Master!" You shouted in surprise.

"Sorry I'm late" he said in his usual playful tone.

"Aghhhh" Zane let out a grunt as Obi Wan pushed him backwards and began dueling. Zane was powerful you had to admit, however he was no match for your master and his years of experience and soon started to show signs of fatigue.

"You alright commander?" Rex came up and offered you a hand. Smiling you accepted and tried to hide the inevitable wince of pain.

You knew he would go straight to kenobi if you were injured in any way and you were determined to hide it as long as possible. It was highly likely that Obi wan would punish you for running into danger alone like that, an injury on top of that would make everything worse. He would probably bar you from missions for a long long long time. And the worst part was how disappointed he would be..

Shifting your robes closed you smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine, I'm assuming things went well on your end?"

He nodded, a look of pride crossing his face,"More than well I'd say, cleaned up those droids in record time" you laughed lightly then drew your attention to a now unconscious Tane.

Stepping close you watched as you master disabled his lightsaber, clipping it back on his belt. Sensing your presence he turned around and offered you a small smile. He scanned your form quickly, satisfied when he didn't notice anything out of place.

"Y/n, looks like I got here just in time" he crossed his arms smirking.

"Oh please, I had the situation completely under control"

He scoffed, "Under control? If that's what you call under control, I'd hate to see your definition of a bad situation"

"Oh hush" you rolled your eyes, " Everything worked out didn't it?"

He sighed shaking his head slightly,"Yes we may have won this time, but you were too reckless, what if I hadn't gotten here in time?" He said, his face a turning serious.

You avoid his gaze, you hated that scolding look he gave you.

"I know...I'm sorry.." you mumbled. With another shake he finally placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Well in any case, you did manage too thwart Tanes escape, for that I say well done" you immediately met his eyes with a beaming smile. He smirked as he couldn't help but feeling slightly proud of his student.

Finally some recognition!

"We can discuss your blantent disregard of my orders later.." he added seriously.

Ughhh whyyyyy

You hung your head down again as he led everyone back to the ship's.

The more you walked the more your injury throbbed. You almost cried in relief when the ships finally came into view. The first chance you got you snuck off into private quarters and assessed the damage.

A nasty dark and ugly wound decorated your stomach. It had blistered and was turning very unflattering shades. You gingerly applied some numbing cream. It was the only useful thing you found in the small med kit. All private quarters had a simple one, small bandages and low dose pain relievers, anything for something more serious was packed near the medical droid. For sure if you ventured there some clone would see you. Many were being treated themselves.

You sighed and debated on wrapping the wound. Wait are you supposed to wrap burns or let them breathe?? Crap you shouldve paid more attention during basic first aid.

You decided to let the wound breathe by changing into one of your training long sleeve crop tops. You swung on your cloak and made sure it covered everything.

Perfect, non restricting and Obi Wan will have no clue. Oh I better remember to be mindful of my thoughts, never know when he could be listening.

Satisfied you walked back out and headed towards the food units...

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The flight home wasn't as dreadful as you previously thought. Your master told you to get some rest which you gladly obeyed. Although it did little to soothe your aches. The cream worked in short bursts, soon you had used up all the supply. If only you could get some of the strong stuff from the med bay...you pondered for a moment but decided against it. Nope you wouldnt risk it. Obi wan had a talent for popping up out of nowhere. Especially so when you were up to something. Sighing you layed back down in the cot and closed your eyes.

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"Y/n"? Just how long do you plan to sleep?" Your eyes shot open at the sudden voice echoing around you. You squinted and sighed annoyingly when you realized it was just Obi wan.

"Ugh master, didn't you say I should go rest?" You flopped a pillow over your head and flipped sides.

Stupid move, your stomach burned at the sudden twist. You but your lip determined to conceal the pain.

"Rest yes? Hibernate no?" He chuckled softly and force shoved the pillow off of you. You glared up at him through your disheveled hair.

"In case you're unaware, we landed quite some time ago, you've been sleeping quite a long time, I actually came because I was worried you had passed out or something" he joked.

"!!" Even though he was teasing you felt a tinge of worry. You quickly sat up, and did your best to act like your stomach was not being roasted over an open fire at the moment. "I um must've been more tired than I realized" you lamely joked back. You could not believe you actually slept through most the entire trip.

He shook his head amused, "Well hurry up, the council is keen to hear how the mission went"

Oh good lord, anything but that. You felt fear rise in you. Standing for what may be hours in front of the council did not seem like the best treatment for you right now. What if you accidentally let your pain slip through the force and one of them senses it??

A million scenarios ran through your mind as the two of you walked towards the temple meeting room.

"Y/n?" Obi wan side eyed you slightly curious."Everything alright?" You didnt realize you had been so quiet.

You quickly plastered a smile on your face "Yup everythings fine, just dreading the long meeting ahead, I wonder if anyones actually died of boredom before" you joked lightly.

He rolled his eyes and soon the both of you were standing before all members of the jedi council. Heavens help me..

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You had been right, the meeting had been long and boring and a million times worse because of the throbbing burning sensation, however you had held strong and no one seemed to notice anything was wrong.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finally exited. Knowing now you had a decent chance of sneaking some higher grade medical treatments without being spotted.

Just as you were about to make your escape your master called out from behind you.

Heavens when was I going to catch a break?!

Forcing a smile you turned slightly, "yes master?"

"I have some new techniques I want to teach you later, get something to eat and rest for awhile, then meet me in our usual training rooms." You nodded and turned back around heading to your room.

Great now you had to learn new moves while simultaneously hiding your worsening wound. Could this day get any better...

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You let out a sigh as you stood before the training doors. You had treated the wound and taken some pain pills. You felt much better however it was still very painful to the touch. You would try to avoid any hits but you knew that it was going to be a challenge.

You pressed the button opneing the sealed doors. Your master sat in the middle meditating. He smiled when he noticed your presence, "Ah Y/n, right on time" he stood up and grabbed two training sabers, tossing one to you, "Shall we?" He smirked getting into a fighting stance.

"Ready when you are.." you mirrored his actions swallowing the large lump of nerves.

You were only a half and hour in and you felt as though you had just fought a whole droid army using a stick.

You were sweating profusely and your mind had trouble focusing in order to predict your masters movements. Obi wan stepped back at some point holding his hand up as a signal to stop.

He eyed you with a look you were too exausted to decipher, "Y/n? Is something wrong? I figured with the ship and earlier you had had enough rest, but perhaps I'm missing something?" His voice was now laced with concern and confusion.

Shaking your head you mustered up your most confident tone, "I'm perfectly alright master, just getting used to these new techniques is all" you assured him.

Now that he was already suspicious, you had to be extra cautious. Your master was no idiot. If you slipped up, he would notice.

He swiped at his beard in thought, after a moment he relaxed, "Alright I'll take your word for it, now then shall we continue?" He lunged forward suddenly and you quickly blocked him. He swung again and again and you managed to block those as well.

He moved quickly behind you and you spun using the technique he taught you to block, well you tried at least.... Instead of meeting his weapon with your you either misjudged the distance or he was too quick because soon you found yourself on your back in a world of pain.

"You've gotten rusty my padawan" Obi Wan teased playfully above you. It was your lack of retort that made him eye you closely.

Suddenly all playfulness was gone as he took in your pained face and suddenly felt your burning pain through the force.

He was beside you on the floor in an instant, "y/n!? Are you alright?!" You had your eyes scrunched tight, your only thoughts on how you felt as if a saber stabbed through you. You couldn't even register him speaking.

Obi wan panicked slightly, had he truly hit you that hard? At first he thought you were faking in order to get the upper hand but the force didn't lie, you were in immense pain.

When you couldn't even answer his panic grew more. Carfelully he moved your clutching hand away and gently pulled apart your robe opening the middle.

You felt a rush of cool air and it soothed your pain slightly. You were still so out of hit however you felt a new...feeling in the force...

Was that fear?

Obi wans eyes widened in shock and horror as he took in the large discolored wound that plagued you. What?! How?!When?!? He found himself completely at a loss for words.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, "Y/n! Wake up! Tell me what's happened?!" He slapped lightly but you were barely there.

Sucking in a nervous breath he wasted no time in scooping you up into his arms. He felt a deep pang of worry when you let out a noise of distress at the movement.

In all his years Obi wan had never made it anywhere as fast as he did with you in his arms to the med bay.

His brows furrowed with worry and helplessness the entire time...

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And that's part 1, stay tuned for part 2! Thanks for reading! Also please comment and tell me what you thought😚

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songbird-wings · 3 years

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for the fic prompts: anakin and aayla are about the same age and I like to think they grew up together as their masters, obi-wan and quinlan, were close so I'd love to maybe read something with them being friends and teasing each other as adults. so idk if you want to write something like this but if you do I think it could be cool. love you!!

i LOVE this prompt Maddie! I had so much fun with this one, I really hope you enjoy! (Also read it on Ao3)

Racing Through Memories

Anakin hated library duty. It was boring, quiet, and he hated the stuffy Masters that paid no attention to him when he asked if they needed assistance. This job made him feel invisible. But Master Kenobi always told him it was an important duty given to Padawans his age, and that it would teach him the importance of tranquility, knowledge and practice. That didn’t make it any less boring.

He sat now in a far corner of the library, eyeing the stacks of papers and holo-disks he needed to organize. They towered above him on his desk, some coated in a thin layer of dust. He wondered if they really needed to be sorted or if Jocasta Nu just ran out of other tasks for him to do.

“Anakin… psst!” A whisper came from behind him. He spun around maybe a little too quickly, his padawan braid smacking him in the face. His eyes scanned the shelves but he saw nothing. Surely he wasn’t hearing things. Anakin got to his feet and approached the area the noise came from. When he reached the bookshelf he paused, he quickly jumped into the aisle. Empty. That can’t be right, he was sure he heard something. Anakin shook his head and turned back to his desk.

“Hi Anakin!” Aayla greeted quietly. Anakin's shriek however was not as muffled.

“Aayla!” He lowered his voice, once he calmed down. “Stop scaring me like that. It’s not funny.” Aayla just snorted and skipped over to his desk as he sat back in his chair.

“I think it’s pretty funny. Besides, it’s probably the most excitement you’ve had after being assigned library duty.” She jokes, running a finger over a holo-disk and scrunching her nose at the dust left on her fingers.

“What are you doing here? Come to gloat at my misery?” Anakin says with a smirk, using the force to take the top hoploads off their pile and set them in front of him. Aayla chuckled.

“Not exactly.” He watched as Aayla reached into her robes and pulled out two slips of paper. Tickets. She held them up to her and he recognized them instantly; Podracing.

“Woah!” Anakin gasped, snatching the tickets from her hand. “How did you get these? I thought Podracing wasn’t popular on Coruscant.” Aayla grabs them back, holding them to her chest now.

“It’s not, at least on top. There's an underground course that you can only get into with a ticket. Master Vos took me to one last year but there was a big crash and he never brought me again, although he kept going without me.” The Twi’lek explained leaning onto the side of the desk.

“So these are Master Vos’s tickets.” Asks Anakin. She nodded.

“They are, but he was called away on an assignment and he’ll be out of the system so I thought, why let these go to waste. And then I thought, who else loves podracing?” She takes one ticket extending it to Anakin. He grabs it and stares at it intently, and then reality set back in.

“I can’t go.” He mumbled, holding the ticket back at her.

“Why?” Aayla’s brows furrowed looking at the ticket then to him.

“If Master Kenobi found out I left library duty, and snuck away from the temple to go to an underground podracing match, he might send me back to Tatooine.” Anakin slouched in his chair.

“Oh come on!” Aayla whined. “It’ll only be for a few hours. No one will know you’re gone. Please, it’ll be fun!” She pleaded, nearly bouncing up and down. Anakin so wanted to say yes. He hadn't been to a podrace in forever. He missed the excitement and adrenaline that came along with the sport. Aayla did say they would only be gone a few hours. Master Kenobi wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Okay fine, I’m in!” He exclaims. Aayla squealed and then checked the time on the clock above them.

“Meet me by the statues on the south exit of the Temple in four hours.” She instructed him as she began walking away. “Don’t be late!”

Slipping out of the library was much easier than Anakin originally anticipated. The librarian was nowhere to be seen and it was late so the isles were pretty much empty. He quickly made his way to the south exit and outside near the statues was Aayla was waiting for him. “You still have your ticket?” She asks, holding up her own.

“Yes.” Anakin responds fishing it out of his robes. “But how are we getting there? You didn’t forget about that little detail did you?” Aayla scoffed.

“You think so little of me, Anakin. Follow me.” She said and she led him down the steps of the temple where a speeder bike was parked and waiting.

“Where did you get this?” Anakin awes, he makes his way over to it admiring the design.

“My Master gave it to me as a gift. I’m not supposed to use it without his supervision, but, he’s not in the system so he’ll never know.” She shrugged, getting on the vehicle and starting the engine. “Get on and hold on.” Anakin climbed on behind her and gripped the sides of the bike as she drove it into a lane. The bike shook and chugged beneath them and there was a faint smell of burning metal emitting from the engine.

“You know, if you opened the couplets and tightened the bolts near the exhaust, it would run a lot smoother.” He shouted over the sounds of traffic.

“Okay, you can do that once you're done with library duty if you care so much about it!” Aayla teased back, steering them down below the surface. They descended further and further, until Anakin began feeling a little anxious. But he pushed that feeling away, and replaced it with his excitement over the podrace. It was darker on this level, the only light coming from the lamps on the streets. Finally, Aayla parked their bike and the padawans climbed off.

“You didn’t get us lost did you?” Anakin chides, pulling his hood over his face, watching Aayla do the same. She just rolls her eyes.

“Come on, it’s about to start!” She says and takes off down the road. Anakin chases after her until she stops in front of a building. It definitely doesn’t look like an entire podracing course could be inside it’s small frame. But below his feet, Anakin could feel the ground rumble, just slightly.

“Tickets!” A raspy voice shouted out from the ticket booth in the front of the building. Aayla nudged Anakin, prompting him to show the ticket. The woman in the booth scanned the tickets and then the padawans. “Watch yourselves in there, kids.” She says nodding in the direction of the door.

“Thank you!” Aayla told her, as Anakin pushed her way past eager to be the first in the door. On the other side was a staircase that led them down into a large chasm of a room. They seemed to be on a balcony that overlooked the circular podracing course. The room was packed, dimly lit, and smelled of drinks and something Anakin could’t place, but it wasn’t pleasant. He didn’t care though, the familiar hum of the repulsorcrafts racing in the course called to him. He ran to the edge to watch, ignoring Aayla as she told him to wait.

He found a spot he could squeeze into and looked over the edge at the race. The course was huge, built in segments with different terrain, one sector being desert and another a dense forest. He watched as the repulsorcrafts dodged and weaved at dangerous speeds through the trees and he even cheered with the rest of the crowd once the last racer cleared the forest. He sensed Aayla coming up behind him and he moved over a few inches to give her space.

“You see that one?” She pointed at one of the podracers near the front. Their repulsorcraft was small, and painted in purples and light greens. The vehicle was driven by a Rodian woman and she was picking up speed quickly. “That’s Alvee Chunteff, she’s won so many races down here. My Master is a huge fan.” Aayla explains, shouting over the noise. She and Anakin stand on their tiptoes as the racers round the curve of the course, trying to get a better look.

“Here she comes!” Anakin says as she passes the racer already in first place, taking the lead. The podracers zoom past them sending a plume of dirt in the air but the padawans cheer anyway. The excitement distracts them, and Anakin didn’t sense the figures coming up behind them before it was too late. Hands grab at their shoulders and pull them from the crowd to the back of the room, cornering them against the wall. They were pirates, drunk pirates by the smell of it. Anakin reached for his lightsaber but Aayla grabbed his arm, shaking her head, no.

“Hey kiddos.” One of them coughed out. He reached down and ran his finger along Aayla's padawan beads. She flinched away and Anakin stepped in front of her. “Long way from the Temple isn't ya!”

“Leave us alone!” Anakin shouted to the pirates, there were three of them, blocking any direction he could run.

“Ah, see, that’s just not gonna happen.” The one in front of him laughed. “I’ve noticed ya don’t seem to have any Masters with ya. What a shame.” He shook his head stepping closer. “Do you know how valuable you are to the Jedi, hm? Do ya? How much would the council pay for two padawans to be returned to home safely?” Almost like an alarm going off in his mind, Anakin sensed the one on his left lunging forward and grabbing Aayla, before his hand could even touch her, Anakin reached out and sent the pirate sailing across the room, slamming him against the wall. The room stood still for only a moment until the noises and the movement started again.

“Run!” Anakin yelled, grabbing Aayla’s arm, taking the new opening he’s created.

“After those kids!” The pirate shouted behind them. Anakin and Aayla made their way through the crowd, back towards the way they came in, but it seemed more pirates were in the crowd than chasing behind them. Hands were grabbing at them, slowing them down. One grip was a little too strong and the pirate yanked Anakin back making him fall to the sticky floor. He opened his eyes and the pirate's cruel smile was above him.

“Ay, boss I’ve got-” Anakin didn’t let him finish as he used the force to send him crashing into the ceiling and falling back down to the floor. Aayla came out from the crowd next to him and pulled him to his feet.

“Let’s go-” Anakin started saying once he was upright again, but he was cut short when he sensed it. Then he saw him. The sound of a lightsaber activating quieted the room.

“Those padawans are more trouble than they’re worth. I’d leave them alone if I were you.” Obi-Wan's voice filtered over the crowd. Anakin was torn between running into his Master's arms, or running away back to the Temple. He wasn’t given a choice. “Anakin, Aayla, you’re leaving. Now!” Anakin could feel the disappointment seeping off of Obi-Wan and it made every step towards his Master even more difficult. The pirates ran past them and the Jedi Knight, back towards the staircase. Obi-Wan pointed in that direction. “The speeder is waiting for you outside.” Aayla and Anakin shared a solemn look before following his orders and exiting the podracing rink.

On the way back to the Temple, it was Aayla who apologizes first, admitting that it was her idea and that she was sorry. “It is not my place to tell you your punishment, young one.” Obi-Wan said to her. “That will be your Masters decision once he returns, as for you, Anakin.”

“I’m sorry, Master. It won’t happen again.” He mumbles to Obi-Wan.

“Oh, I hope not.” The Knight replies.

“How did you find us anyways, Master?” Anakin questions him as they pull into the Temple hanger bay.

“Maybe next time you decide to slip out on your Jedi duties, you do it in a place that doesn’t have so many cameras.” Obi-Wan smirked, stepping out of the speeder. He winked at his apprentice and then pulled Anakins robes tighter around his shoulders.

“I’ll take that into consideration, Master.”

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“It’s Starork taking the lead now as he passes Ikti around the bend, this is a close one folks, it’s too early to say…” The announcer is drowned out by the shouts of the crowd around them. Anakin cheers and gives a high-five to his padawan as the racers continue.

“So, how’s your first podrace going, snips?” He asks her as they settle into their seats, Aayla emerges from the crowd and sets the overpriced snacks onto their table.

“It’s amazing! I can’t believe you did this when you were a kid, Master!” She exclaimed over the noise. “I didn’t know you were such a fan, Master Secura?”

“Oh, your Master and I would always sneak away to races growing up. One time, we ran into pirates while we were down here. Alone. We were very lucky Master Kenobi found us in time.” She explained.

“Alright, you don’t need to give her any ideas, Aayla.” Anakin rolls his eyes.

“Pirates?” Ahsoka sat up in her seat. “I want to hear about that!” Anakin shakes his head.

“Like I said, you don’t need any more reckless ideas in that head of yours.” He says sternly, taking a sip of his drink. “Now c’mon, we’re missing the race.” He motions them over towards the edge of the course.

Ahsoka eyes Aayla once her Master is away from the table, pleading with her eyes. Master Secura laughs at her eagerness. “I’ll tell you the story later, young one. When your Master isn’t around to add in his own version.”

#star wars #ahsoka tano #sw #the clone wars #tcw #anakin skywalker #aayla secura #podracing #star wars fic #obi-wan

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just-a-casual-fangirl-011 · 4 years

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Rewrite The Stars

Obi Wan Kenobi x Padme Amidala

A/N Okay so this is definitely different from what I usually write but I could not help myself to contribute to what could have been an amazing relationship between Obi Wan and Padme. I ship this so much. This will have multiple parts!!

Obi Wan Kenobi was completely taken aback from the first moment he layed eyes on her.

He knew it was wrong to have the feelings he was having when he was with her.

But he also was beginning to question the council and why they were forced to not have any ties to a significant other.

It started when they first met the Queen while she accompanied them on the trip that eventually brought Anakin Skywalker along with them.

Before Qui Gon and Anakin landed and went to the council about making him a Jedi, Qui Gon told Obi Wan to acompany and protect the Queen from anything that may come and do her harm.

Obi Wan escorted her down to her chambers and waited for an opportunity to talk to her.

“Do you enjoy being a Jedi?” The Queen asked as they walked side by side.

“It’s quite enjoyable at times, but other times it feels infuriating my Queen” He said to her.

“You can call me Padme, Jedi knight” she said with a smile.

“Then you can call me Obi Wan” he smiled back at her. He could feel his cheeks getting warm.

“Okay then Obi Wan, why is being a Jedi infuriating?” She said as you both turned the corner. She motioned with her hand for her handmaidens to leave.

“There are lots of rules you have to follow, many of them are difficult to understand at times but I’m sure I will learn as I continue to train with Master Qui Gon” he continued as they walked outside to a garden area.

It was a nice warm day outside. As they walked Obi Wan could feel the sun on his face, and he looked over at Padme, who looked stunning in her bright blue gown.

They then went and sat down on a bench in the center of the magnificent garden.

All Obi Wan could do was stare at Padme, she looked absolutely breathtaking.

“Master Kenobi you’re staring” Padme said with a smile, her dimples showing as her face brightened.

“My Queen I’m sorry but I’m so Master, not yet anyway” he said as he sheepishly looked down in his lap.

“I think you’ll make a fine Jedi Master Obi Wan” Padme remarked as she fixed her dress.

Obi Wan was completely blushing at this point, he couldn’t help himself.

But before he could do or say anything else Master Qui Gon came back with Anakin.

“Alright my padwan, time to retire to the Jedi temple” he said as he looked at him and Padme.

Obi Wan felt his heart break slightly. He wished he could have more time with her.

But he straightened himself up and looked at her with a blank face and said his goodbyes.

He knew he could not grow any more attached, it was not the Jedi way.

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Later that night Obi Wan lay awake. He started at the ceiling for what felt like hours, thinking of her. He had only known her for a short amount of time but he felt as if he’d known her forever. He needed to see her again but he didn’t know how. He fell asleep dreaming of her beautiful face, and her bright smile.

The next morning Obi Wan was sent to return again to escort the Queen. He was told they’d be going on a 3 day trip to Naboo, The Queens home planet.

“I didn’t want an escort for this trip.” She said as she packed her things. “But I suppose you’ll be acceptable” she sternly remarked to Obi Wan.

Something was different. He thought that they had had a sort of connection, and he was happy to be going with her. She didn’t seem so happy to have him go with her though.

He brushed it off. He again reminded himself of the Jedi code and how it stated that there should be no romantic attachments.

They borded the ship and quickly made their way to the planet of Naboo.

The Queen never spoke a word the entire way there.

Once they arrived on Naboo they straight away were lead to their rooms. The Queen retired to her room while Obi Wan went to his. He was one door down. Not for any other purpose other than to protect her.

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Padme Amidala was a Queen. She was meant to lead her people and make wise decisions. But when it came to the young Jedi knight Obi Wan Kenobi.

She didn’t know what the right decision was. She was well aware of the Jedi code and how they were not allowed to be in romantic relationships. But she couldint help but feel as though they shared a connection.

She eventually decided to distance herself from the Jedi knight. She had to be respectful to his code and she had no time for feelings when she had a kingdom to run.

The night they arrived on Naboo she snuck out of her room to go out on the balcony by the water. She loved just having a moment to herself and enjoying the cold breeze on her face. The night grew somewhat more cold the longer she stayed out.

“Are you alright my queen?” A sudden voice called out from behind her.

She was startled but was relieved to just see the young Jedi knight behind her.

“Yes, Im alright.” She said while stepping closer to him.

She was starting to shake from the cold, she had only come out in a very light sleeping gown that didn’t have much protection when it came to the cold.

Without a word Obi Wan stepped closer to her as removed his cloak, only to drape it over her shoulders.

“Thank you” She said as she smiled. That overwhelming feeling coming to her again.

“What are you doing out here all alone my queen” Obi Wan said as you both walked back to the edge of the balcony.

“Please call me Padme, it feels less formal” she said as she smiled at him again. She hated the formality but it also showed how much respect he had for her which made her feel special.

“Padme” Obi Wan said as if to test it out on his lips. “You have a beautiful name” he said smiling. His smile was a soft and gentle one.

“Naboo looks so peaceful at night” Padme said as she looked out into the distance. “I love how calm the water is and how still everything looks, it’s like a paining”.

“It is very peaceful”, Obi Wan remarked.

She couldint help but keep looking at him. The tension was floating in the air.

Obi Wan was now staring back, his smile growing more intense and awkward from the silence.

“Don’t look at me like that” she said.

She laughed a little at his taken aback response.

He then playfully gave her a sarcastic look.

“Like this?” Obi Wan said as he continued to stare at her.

“Yes exactly” she laughed. All of a sudden it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore but it felt right.

“The stars also look amazing up here” Obi Wan said as he gazed up at them.

They stood there in silence looking up at the stars for a long time.

Padme pulled Obi Wan’s cloak on more to shield herself from the cold breeze. She felt a strong feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Suddenly she felt a hand graze over hers on the balcony. Obi Wan and slowly slipped his hand on top of hers and pulled up upward.

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The two met face to face. Their eyes gazing into one another’s.

“Padme” Obi Wan spoke softly as he pulled both her hands into his.

“Obi Wan” Padme said as she stared into his eyes.

Obi Wan then leaned in and their lips locked into one another’s.

Padme could feel her whole heart burst with passion.

Obi Wan felt as if he was floating.

Padme slid her arms up his chest as they continued to kiss each other under the pale moon.

Obi Wan cupped her face gently and finally stopped just to look at her again.

“Wow” he said while looking at her, his cheeks were bright red and he was smiling a lot.

“Wow” she said. She brought his hand to her cheek again and closed her eyes, just wanting to feel his soft touch on her face.

“You’re so beautiful my queen” Obi Wan said while bringing her into an embrace.

He held her close to him, not wanting to let go.

He knew this was crossing the line. He knew the repercussions of his actions and he knew how the Jedi council would react. But in that moment he didn’t care. The only think he wanted to do in that moment was hold her.

After the events on the balcony Obi Wan escorted Padme back to her room. He gave her a kiss on the hand goodnight and he retired to his room.

Obi Wan lay on his bed in a happy state. He didn’t know that anything would happen between him and the Queen. But he felt happy knowing that Padme shared his same feelings.

He fell asleep that night with a warm feeling in his body.

He just didn’t know how he would keep it a secret from everyone, including the council.

#obi wan imagine #obi wan #obidala #padme #star wars #fan fic #imagine #the mandolarian #star wars clone wars #clone wars #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #anakin

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astudyinimagination · 5 years

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Warning: long post ahead.

So I’ve been reminded recently that Luke/Mara is one of my favorite ships, going strong for… 13 years now? That’s how long it’s been since I first read the Thrawn trilogy, holy cow…

Anyway, Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade. Gosh, they’re so CUTE. I mean, pretty much even when Mara was all “IMMA KILL YOU” and Luke was like “Okay, but have you considered: you’re actually probably a decent person and I like you already?”

I mean, seriously.

I’m forever salty that the old Lucasfilm writing board or whatever it was that controlled the old EU didn’t let us have enough Luke/Mara (Zahn was gonna write a book about them doing a family trip with their son! We were ROBBED, I tell you!). But what we did get of the two of them was that they adore each other, that they complement each other well, that they’re a badass team, and that they help each other heal.

Ding-ding-ding! That’s the sound of all my Optimal OTP boxes being ticked off.

Over the years, I’ve come up with a lot of wild AUs, most of which never fully see the light of day, but I always work in Luke/Mara because… you know, I’m contractually obligated. My as-of-yet-unwritten-just-thought-out stuff for the Obi-Wan adopts Mara AU (The Hermit and the Orphan) is my favorite, because Luke and Mara actually grow up together as best friends (not excluding Biggs, mind you!) and sort-of sweethearts. Also, there may or may not have been a time that they snuck up on Jabba’s palace to graffitti it and then ran the heck out of there. They Never Speak Of It, but Obi-Wan knows they did SOMETHING stupid and dangerous that one time, he just doesn’t know what.

But I’ve been thinking recently about a different sort of AU, one that, for the first time out of ANY of my AUs, is actually focused on the two of them.

A lot of Luke/Mara AUs make their relationship serious a whole lot earlier than Hand of Thrawn, right? A popular scenario is that they get serious soon after The Last Command. Which is all good stuff, don’t get me wrong. But I’d like to see more (and maybe they do exist and I just haven’t found them yet) fics in which Luke and Mara meet DURING the Rebellion. During the timeline of the films.

And there are different directions to take this, of course, but the one I want to do is much the same as Hermit, wherein she discovers on her own that Palpatine stole her from her parents and murdered them. (This, btw, is the backstory for Mara in that oneshot I did a while back for a prompt wherein Mara is a siren and Luke is ace and doesn’t understand why the Rogues go goo-goo-ga-ga over her.)

So Mara eventually joins the Rebellion as a defected Imperial agent. Imperials do defect to the Alliance sometimes; it’s not unheard of. The Falcon gang—Han, Chewie, Luke, Leia (and Artoo & Threepio)—are assigned to be Mara’s probationary team. (Han gripes initially but he and Mara hit it off pretty quickly.) Luke eventually adds her to the Rogue Squadron roster and the Rogues are delighted to have someone new to adopt.

And then the Rogues are on a mission and things go very, very sideways. And Mara has to use the Force to save the day somehow.

And it makes sense to Luke now, why he always had a funny feeling around her. He’s still very untrained, mind you, and he didn’t realize that he was picking up on the presence of another Force sensitive, albeit a very muted one—Mara naturally doesn't want the Emperor to have any inkling of where she is.

The Rogues keep her secret. They sometimes discuss what Luke and Mara might be able to do together, everything from serious questions to telekinetic ball games.

But then one day, somebody outside the family finds out.

Mara gets hauled before a tribunal, and some people are wanting her to be locked up or even executed, but the Rogues and the Falcon gang step up and say no. They’ve seen Mara’s heart, they know she’s a good person, they know they’re in no danger from her, they’re not gonna lose a sister. Not this way.

So Mara ends up in the clear and… she was already starting to heal, but this was big. She knew she’d be as safe from the Emperor as she could be in fighting his rule and she’s got the opportunity to get back at him, but she never thought she’d find a family here.

And then the Battle of Hoth happens.

Luke had already told Mara that he was going to go check into a possible living Jedi Master; Mara’s skeptical but wishes him luck. And no, she doesn’t go. She doesn’t want to think about what a Jedi Master might have to say about her, if one would even speak to her at all and not just try to kill her outright and eliminate a potential threat. Instead, she goes with the rest of Rogue Squadron and tells High Command that Luke is following a lead on a living Jedi, and she’s therefore out of the action for most of ESB…

Except that she has flashes of visions of Han and Leia and Chewie in pain. But they can’t be anything to worry about, right?

Until she feels Luke’s pain, in the present. However far away she is physically, they’re close by this point, they’ve done what training together they could, they communicate telepathically sometimes, and she can feel his pain on Cloud City. It’s only a comm from Leia that prevents her from taking off on a wild goose chase to find him.

And it scares her, how bad Luke looks and feels, like he’s been through Hell and back, and he’s Luke, he’s the irritatingly sunny farmboy who never gives up, that’s his schtick, he’s not supposed to be like this.

She’s the broken one.

He’s not supposed to be broken, too.

Mara stays with him a lot while he’s recovering. After one night of sensing his nightmares, she bunks up with him. Totally chaste. She’s there to help him sleep. (And it works, because of course it does. This is still shippy fic. You are going to get the Person A sleeps with Person B to help them through the night trope and you are going to LIKE IT.)

And eventually, in the midst of planning Han’s rescue (and Jabba’s downfall), Luke opens up to Mara. It’s the kind of secret that is begging, screaming, to be told, and if anyone could understand what he’s feeling right now, it’d be Mara.

And the sad thing is that Mara feels more kinship with Luke now than ever.

So, here’s a sidebar: I LOVE the Luke/Vader subgenre of fic in the fandom. It’s just—*clenches fist*—SO GOOD. I love the trope of villainous fathers with heroic sons, and it started with them. And if the heroic son helps the villainous father redeem himself, even better.

But here’s another thing: I’ve also been writing heroic daughters being in conflict with their fathers for a long time. It was years before I understood what I was doing—I was working through my own real life issues. And the thing is that here and now, years after that understanding, I’m still writing that dynamic.

The closest thing Mara has to a father is Palpatine. And, more or less, that’s how she thinks of him. He is the man who raised her. He raised her, and trained her a little, and made her his assassin.

And he also kidnapped her as a baby and murdered her real parents.

All that love that Mara had for him turned to hatred, and there is no hatred more powerful or more complicated than the kind that used to be love.

And yet, she still thinks of him as her father. She can’t get away from that.

But like hell is she going to let Luke go through what she’s going through if she can help it.

Darth Vader, the man Palpatine used to encourage her childhood fear of, is the Anakin Skywalker she’s heard snatches of stories about while running around the galaxy with Luke and the Rogues.

And maybe there’s a chance that he’s not as far gone as everyone would assume.

So she takes a ship and uses her old Hand code to get herself docked in the Executor. Vader definitely wants to know what this is all about, because that code is specific to Mara herself, the one Emperor’s Hand who went truly rogue. And she tells him straight up that, look, she doesn’t care about him one bit, but she does care about Luke Skywalker. She’s never gonna be able to get to know her own father (slipping that in to let Vader know why exactly she left), but if Luke still wants to have a relationship with his father, she wants him to have a shot at that.

(At some point during this conversation, Vader threatens Mara, and she’s scared, yes, because she knows he’s more powerful, but she points out: “You just tortured your son’s best friends and cut off his hand. You have a long way to go in the goodwill department.” He doesn’t need to be hurting or killing yet another of his son’s friends.)

He wants to know what she has in mind, then, and she tells him straight up: get Han back. She says outright that if he doesn’t do it, she and Luke and only a handful of friends are going to go rescue Han because the Alliance can’t spare anyone else, and she doesn’t like those odds. Vader has the resources and they don’t: send people to Tatooine to free Han and the slaves and overthrow Jabba. As a goodwill gesture, it’d be pretty weighty.

She gives him a private comm number and says that if Han’s returned to them safe and sound, she’ll try to help him and Luke meet somewhere just to meet. Has to be totally neutral ground—she’s not gonna help Vader capture his son. But she’ll help them try to have a conversation more or less like normal people if they’re both willing to try.

“Why are you doing this?”

“If you knew Luke, you’d know why. I want him to be happy. And even after everything you’ve done to him, and to the people he cares about… he still wants his father.”

And Vader comes through. Han is freed, and the slaves are freed, and there’s rumors that Jabba’s corpse was fed to his own rancor.

Mara tells Luke what she did. At first he can’t believe it, he starts throwing around things like how could you’s, but in the end he listens. And he’s not sure what to do. He knows that Mara’s intentions were pure, but how can he hope to think the same of his—of Vader?

But also. Vader freed Han. And the slaves. And took out Jabba, one of Luke’s oldest and most cherished wishes.

After a long while of going back and forth with himself about it, Luke agrees to a meeting under truce, only as long as Vader will honor it.

The meeting does happen… and I have no idea what happens from there. Especially because… well, look, Anakin definitely had every right to be the one to kill Palpatine, and I don’t want to take that away from him. But also… I really want Mara to see Palpatine one last time. I want her to look her father in the eye and tell him every way he wronged her.

So I have no idea how this ends. I want it to be a happy ending, of course. Sad endings are for one-shots that you don’t have to commit to. But I have no idea, after several weeks of thinking about this, how this ends.

#Mara Jade #Luke Skywalker #Darth Vader #Palpatine #Star Wars #SW AU #Sky writes stuff #Luke/Mara #sorry guys that this ends so unsatisfactorily #I'm hoping that writing ABOUT it might help

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Half of Me (Obi-Wan x Reader)

Requested by the amazing @dovies666

I really hope you like it <3 It was a joy to write

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”

“Keep up little brother.”

“Little?! I’m only two minutes younger than you!”

Anakin huffed indignantly as he caught up to his twin sister Y/N. Both were running circuits around the perimeter of one of the larger training salles in the Temple. Both hadn’t left the temple for a good three weeks and were determined to keep in good physical shape.

“Besides,” Anakin stopped to catch his breath, “you are the last person to call anyone little.”

“Hey!” Y/N playfully swatted her brother on the arm. She was a good deal shorter than her twin, her head coming up to his shoulder.

Their bickering was not lost on those who shared the training salle. Masters and Padawans alike cast them sideways glances. The Skywalker twins had made quite a name for themselves ever since they had arrived at the temple from their remote homeworld of Tatooine.

While her twin enjoyed tinkering with anything mechanical, Y/N preferred to spend her days in the Archives and absorbing as much information as possible.

Both were highly skilled when it came to lightsaber combat and the Council often depended on this when they sent the twins on missions. Though skilled in the physical side, Y/N tended to lean more towards the diplomatic side of confrontations. Anakin never understood this about her.

Despite being so different, the twins were almost inseparable at the best of times. They refused to be paired with anyone else when they were sent off-world, with the exception of Obi-Wan Kenobi that is, Anakin’s former Master. Both twins had grown quite fond of him and the three of them had formed quite a formidable team.

~ ~ ~

“This is all your fault.”

“My fault?!” Anakin shot his twin a look of confusion.

“Yes,” Y/N refused to look at him as they made their way to the Council chamber. “More often than not, when we get called to appear before the Council it is because of something you’ve done.”

“Hey, that hasn’t been the case for quite some time now.”

Y/N smiled despite herself. Her brother was constantly getting himself into trouble of one kind or another.

“And besides,” Anakin continued, “if I was in trouble why are you here?”

“Because,” Y/N turned slightly to face him while they were walking. “They believe you and I to be in cahoots, as it were.”

“Well we are aren’t we?” Anakin grinned at his twin.

“You’re not helping matters Ani.”

“And maybe you’re the one that’s in trouble this time.”

Y/N stopped short. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Anakin turned to face her and smirked.

“What could I possibly be in trouble for?” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and looked expectantly at her brother.

“Maybe they found out about your little crush,” Anakin’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

“For the last time Anakin, there’s no crush.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N continued walking.

“Uh ha,” he sounded not the least bit convinced. “I’ll remind you of that the next time I catch you staring at him shall I ?”

“I don’t stare, I observe,” Y/N felt the familiar heat begin to creep up her neck.

“I knew it!” Anakin, though a grown man, jumped up and down like an excited youngling. “Does he know?”

“What do you think?” Y/N sent her twin a half-hearted glare. “And don’t you even think about telling him.”

“But why ever not?” Anakin placed a hand over his heart and feigned shock, “it is my duty as a brother.”

“It is your duty as a brother to keep quiet about something like this.”

“Come now dear sister,” Anakin threw an arm around her shoulders. “As long as you manage not to look at him throughout the meeting, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”

“Says you,” Y/N shook her head and laughed, shrugging her brother’s arm off.

“But knowing you, you won’t be able to keep your eyes off him,” grinning, Anakin dodged a swing aimed for his head.

“Will you stop going on about it!” Y/N tried and failed to look serious. “I’ve confirmed your suspicions, can we just leave it at that?”

“Only if you stop making it so obvious.”

“Obvious?! I’m not obvious.”

“Oh really?” Anakin raised an eyebrow, “then how come I know?”

“Because you’re my twin, that’s why.”

“Skywalker!”

The sound of their family name caused them to stop and realise that they had in fact reached the Council chamber and were standing just outside the open door.

Looking away from each other, the twins met the stern eyes of Mace Windu, Y/N’s former Master. “Yes?” They both spoke at the same time.

“Come in.”

Bowing, the siblings moved into the centre of the chamber. Beating Anakin to it, Y/N addressed the Council. “I humbly beg your pardon Masters.”

“Whatever for?” The refined Coruscanti accent pulled her attention to the speaker and Y/N immediately looked down, heat moving steadily towards her cheeks.

“For what ever it is that my brother has done.”

“Hey!” Anakin’s protest was immediately cut off by Y/N jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Anakin hasn’t done anything, or at least, that we’re aware of.”

Pulling her remaining self-control together, Y/N looked up and met the eyes of the speaker.

Obi-Wan smiled slightly as Y/N cut off her brother’s protest, but he was confused as to why she would not meet his eyes, as she had done so many times in the past.

When at last she did look up, he nodded in acknowledgement. Her answering smile seemed a little shy, something Obi-Wan never thought to associate with Y/N Skywalker.

“Why have my brother and I been summoned, if I may be so bold?” Y/N directed her gaze towards her former Master.

“An assignment we have for you,” it was Yoda who answered.

“An assignment?” The twins spoke at the same time, both equally surprised.

“Yes,” Master Windu sounded almost a little exasperated, which was common when dealing with the twins.

“Where will we be going?” Anakin beat his sister to it.

“The three of you will be going to Malastare.”

Y/N wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. “I’m sorry..the three of us?” For the life of her, Y/N could not think of who the third party could be.

Grinning ever so slightly, Anakin leaned in close to his sister and whispered, “as if you don’t know.”

“Obi-Wan’s coming with us?” Even though she whispered, the whole Council heard her. As Anakin nodded in confirmation, Y/N turned her attention back to the Council and smiled. “What are the details of the mission Masters?”

~ ~ ~

Later that day, Y/N, having packed the necessities, was making her way to one of the Temple hanger bays when her path crossed with Obi-Wan’s.

“Y/N I see you’re all ready to go?”

She smiled in response and nodded, “indeed I am. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for Ani.”

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding, a look of amusement crossing his features. “Ah yes, your darling brother, he’s not the most organised is he?”

“Organised is not a word I would use to describe him,” Y/N laughed in agreement.

“Our ship is waiting in the hanger, I suppose we’ll meet him there.”

Y/N smiled, “yes, that would be the logical thing to do.”

With those words, the two Jedi continued towards where their ship lay in wait.

As predicted, Anakin was the last to arrive. Being used to this behaviour from her brother, Y/N simply rolled her eyes and began to prep the ship for take-off.

“So Y/N, what do we know about Malastare?” Obi-Wan asked, he was seated in the co-pilot’s chair next to her.

They had just gone into hyperspace and took this time to become acquainted with the system in question.

“Well,” Y/N began to rifle through her memory bank and tried to remember what she knew about Malastare. “The terrain is mainly forests and the climate is temperate, the planet is inhabited by two main species, the Dug and the Gran.” She sounded as though she was reading from one of the datapads in the temple Archives.

Anakin felt something akin to pride, he knew that his sister valued knowledge above all else and her extensive knowledge of the galaxy had often come in handy in the past. To keep himself otherwise occupied, he kept his focus on the instrument panel.

“What’s their form of government, I know they have a Senator, but what is it like on-planet, so to speak?” Obi-Wan’s question caused Anakin to divert his focus to his twin. Her eyes were distant as she tried to remember certain details.

“They have a governing body, known as the Dug Council, that’s their main form of government. Their capital is a city called Pixelito and the planet’s main export is Malastarian fuel.” During her short speech, Y/N failed to see the look of admiration in Obi-Wan’s eyes, nor did she see the smile that accompanied it.

Anakin, however, did not miss it.

~ ~ ~

Having exited hyperspace, the planet came into view a few short hours later.

As Anakin took over piloting the ship, Y/N snuck a sideways glance at her brother’s former Master. It was true, ever since she had first laid eyes on him as a nine-year old girl in the Nubian cruiser as they left Tatooine. It had started out as a simple crush and she believed that it would fade over time. If only. He had changed so much from the young Padawan she had first met. Beside her sat a mature and learned Jedi Master, who, like her, preferred to settle matters diplomatically rather than aggressively.

Y/N was pulled back to the present when she felt the ship land in the space Anakin had chosen.

“Alright, I believe it would be best if Y/N handled the diplomatic matters,” Obi-Wan glanced sideways at his companion who looked a little taken aback.

“Me?” Y/N was surprised, to say the least. Usually he handled matters such as these.

“Yes,” smiling at her, Obi-Wan continued, “since you know more about this planet than either Anakin or I. It is the sensible choice.”

Y/N bit her lip and looked down to hide the creeping redness in her cheeks.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan turned his attention to her twin. “You and I will make sure everything goes to plan and make sure nothing gets out of hand. We don’t want to be here any longer than we need to.”

Anakin nodded in agreement, “of course Master.”

With everything settled, the three Jedi left the ship and proceeded to make their way through the dense shrubbery and forest that surrounded their craft.

“What if this all goes side-ways and they decide to leave?” Y/N asked Obi-Wan who walked alongside her.

“With your negotiation skills and accumulated knowledge, I can’t see how anything could go wrong,” Obi-Wan answered and received a small smile.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel less nervous. I’ve only briefly studied their native language, what if they don’t understand me?” Y/N began to fidget, something she always did when she was nervous.

“You’ll be fine,” Obi-Wan lay a gentle hand on her fidgeting ones, “you’ll see.” A small smile graced his features.

Looking down at their hands, Y/N nodded, “If you say so.” Looking up, her e/c eyes met his sea-coloured ones and she swore her heart skipped a beat.

Gently squeezing her hand before letting go, Obi-Wan nodded slightly, “and don’t forget, your brother and I will be right there every step of the way. I won’t let you out of my sight for even a second.”

“Thank you,” the words were whispered and barely audible but he heard them all the same.

~ ~ ~

The trek from their ship to the Malastarian capital took just over two standard hours.

The trio received looks of both curiosity and thinly-veiled hostility as they made their way through the capital. “Have they never seen Jedi before?” Anakin leaned in close and whispered to his sister.

Y/N shook her head, “what they know of the Order is what they see on the HoloNet. Jedi don’t usually come here.”

“That would explain the mixed looks we’ve been getting,” Obi-Wan spoke from her right.

Looking to her left, Y/N noticed that her brother had gone strangely quiet. “Ani? Is everything alright?”

“Dugs.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes in thought before realising what her twin meant. “I did mention them before Ani, weren’t you listening ?”

Anakin shook his head in answer.

Obi-Wan in turn was confused by Anakin’s one word response to Y/N’s earlier question. Catching his look of confusion, Y/N turned slightly to her right and proceeded to explain. “A dug called Sebulba almost beat my brother in the podrace that allowed you to fix your ship when you were stranded on Tatooine thirteen years ago.”

“Oh.” Memories of those few days came rushing back like a flood.

Gently pulling her brother’s attention away from the natives, Y/N sent a comforting smile his way. “Come along little brother, let’s do what we came here for.”

Nodding in agreement, Anakin shook his head to clear it. “Yes. Let’s.”

They kept walking until they came to what appeared to be the building that housed the Council Chambers.

Anakin and Obi-Wan hung back while Y/N spoke with one of the guards, explaining their presence on the planet.

“For only having briefly studied their language, she seems pretty fluent.”

Anakin couldn’t help but agree. “My sister has always had a fascination for foreign cultures and everything they entailed.”

“Y/N is indeed very talented, I can see why the Council chose her for this mission.”

Something in the way Obi-Wan said those words caused Anakin to glance at his former Master in curiosity. A faint smile ghosted his lips and his sea-shaded eyes never left Y/N’s form.

“Yes. Indeed.” Anakin murmured to himself and chuckled inwardly.

A few moments later, Y/N returned with the guard she had been speaking to. Switching back to Basic, she spoke to Obi-Wan and her brother, “the Council has been told to expect us. We can meet with them right away.”

Surprise flickered over both their faces and Y/N almost laughed. “Come along, we don’t want to keep them waiting.”

Quickly nodding, Anakin and Obi-Wan followed Y/N and the guard into the building.

~ ~ ~

If any of them expected the meeting to be short, they soon thought otherwise. While Y/N did most of the talking, Anakin and Obi-Wan acted as her body-guards, even though they both knew she was more than capable of defending herself.

At the end of every meeting, Y/N would collapse into her provided bed and promptly fall asleep. Dugs were fast proving to be her least favourite species, they were proving themselves difficult to negotiate with peacefully.

Both Obi-Wan and Anakin could see the toll the negotiations were taking on her. She was running herself ragged at trying to persuade the Council to stay in the Republic. Malastare was a valuable system that they could not afford to lose.

Y/N for her part, was grateful that her brother and Obi-Wan were present during the meetings. In part they helped to ground her and to help her focus. Their silent strength fueled her own fast dwindling reserves.

The meetings lasted for just over a standard month and Y/N almost sagged with relief when they managed to come to an agreement. She smiled widely as she shook hands with the head Councilman.

Obi-Wan could feel relief roll off her in waves. She had worked nothing short of a miracle that past month. When she turned her attention to him and Anakin, the smile she sent them was brighter than the sun that shone that day. Her e/c eyes sparkled with joy and Obi-Wan swore that in that moment, he had never seen anything more beautiful.

Anakin was overjoyed for his sister. He had felt her nervousness grow steadily each passing day. Now as he watched her shake hands with the head of the Malastarian government, he had never felt prouder.

~ ~ ~

The journey back to where they had left the ship felt considerably shorter than it had a month earlier.

As they approached the ship, Anakin boarded first in order to complete some pre-flight checks and to make sure everything was as it should be.

Y/N made to follow her brother when she felt a hand on her arm. Looking down, she saw who it belonged to and her heart stuttered a little before she looked up. “Obi-Wan? Is everything alright?”

Nodding, Obi-Wan dropped his hand. “I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you.”

“Proud of me?”

“Surely you must know the magnitude of what you’ve managed to achieve?” Obi-Wan was confused as to her reaction.

“Oh that,” realisation dawned on her features and a small laugh escaped her. “I am just so very relieved that it all turned out for the best.”

“Always so humble,” the words sounded almost as though she wasn’t meant to hear them. Her humility was just one of the many things that drew Obi-Wan to her.

“I should have listened to you,” her soft voice bringing him back to the present.

“Oh?”

“I shouldn’t have worried as much as I did.” Y/N smiled almost a little shyly.

“Come now,” he lay a gentle hand on her shoulder, “it is natural to be worried and scared and nervous, it is what makes us human. But the important thing is, you did not let those emotions rule you.”

As Y/N listened to him, she felt his words wrap around her like a comforting blanket and she found her eyes trapped by his.

“Time to go lovebirds,” Anakin’s words broke Y/N from the hypnotic trance she had fallen into. Upon realising how close she and Obi-Wan were, she broke away and bolted up the loading ramp and into the ship.

In her rush to get away, Y/N crashed into her twin. Stumbling back, she glared up at her brother. “Did you have to use that term?!”

“What term?”

Y/N simply stared, “what do you mean ‘what term’? You know exactly and especially after I asked you not to mention anything!”

“Listen Y/N.” Anakin followed his sister who since retreated into the cockpit. “He most likely didn’t even hear me say it.”

“How could he not?” Y/N spun around in her chair and once again glared at her twin. “He’s not stupid Anakin, he’ll pick up on the meaning sooner or later and then I’ll be reported to the Council!”

“Come now sis,” Anakin sat down in the co-pilot’s seat. “Obi-Wan’s not like that and you know it.”

“And how do you know?” Turning her attention away from her brother and to the instrument panel before her. “Just because he was your Master for a good portion of your life doesn’t make you an expert on how he thinks and feels.”

“Maybe not,” Anakin conceded.

“And what I feel for that man isn’t exactly legal where the Order is concerned.” Y/N’s fingers flew from panel to panel, prepping the ship for take-off.

“What you feel?”

The twins froze and looked at each other before turning to face the speaker.

Y/N found herself unable to speak, as though the words themselves were choking her. How much had he heard?

“I need to check the exterior of the ship to make sure nothing was damaged during our absence.” Anakin excused himself and slipped out of the cockpit, leaving his sister and former Master.

“Y/N?” Obi-Wan moved slowly towards her as though she would jump at any sudden movements.

The sound of her name seemed to bring back mobility. Blinking, Y/N’s eyes met his and she swallowed hard. “How much did you hear?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Not enough to make sense of what you and Anakin were talking about.”

Relief flowed through her. “It was nothing important Obi-Wan. Nothing to trouble yourself with.”

He didn’t believe a single word. “There’s really no need to lie Y/N.”

Silence hung between them as Y/N turned her attention back to the ship. “It was no lie. It’s really not important.”

“You may need further lessons in concealing your thoughts,” pausing, Obi-Wan studied her as she moved about the cockpit. “What’s troubling you Y/N?”

His gentle tone caught her by surprise. Stopping what she was doing, Y/N took a deep shuddering breath. “You really want to know?” Her eyes met his in an almost challenging manner.

Obi-Wan nodded wordlessly. The wave of emotion coming from her was almost overwhelming.

“Well, for starters I’m hopelessly in love with someone who I know for a fact I don’t have a chance with. Why? Because, the people that have raised me since I was nine have told me to all but bury my emotions, the good as well as the bad. And up until a month ago, no one, not even my own brother knew what I felt. Do you know what that’s like Obi-Wan? Having to hide my emotions from my own brother? My brother who is half of me, half of who I am as a person. But that is not nearly as bad as concealing what I felt from the one that caused me to feel like this in the first place! And I came to realise something Obi-Wan,” pausing, Y/N took a series of deep breaths and pointedly avoided his gaze. “That this person was as much as half of me as Anakin is. If this person ceased to exist then half of me would as well.” Silence followed her statement.

Anakin’s re-entrance was an excuse for both Y/N and Obi-Wan to focus their attention elsewhere.

~ ~ ~

Never had Y/N been more happy to see the Jewel of the Core Worlds. As the Capital blinked into their viewport, Y/N stole a glance over at Obi-Wan and was relieved when she saw him looking out at the planet ahead.

Mentally kicking herself for her earlier outburst, Y/N helped Anakin navigate their way through the Capital’s air traffic and head towards the Temple.

Upon successfully docking in the Temple hanger bay, Y/N insisted on staying back to make sure everything was properly shut down.

Shooting his sister a skeptical look, Anakin left the ship to inform the Council of their return.

“Y/N? May I speak with you a moment?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N launched into her apology, “listen Obi-Wan. I’m ever so sorry about what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have said any of it and I feel extremely guilty that I burdened you with it. You have every right to report me to the Council, if you so wish.”

Obi-Wan simply stared at her. Why in the galaxy would he report her when he too felt what she had described.

“Please say something,” she sounded like a youngling in fear of a scolding. Her e/c eyes flittered across his features like agitated butterflies.

“This person you told me about,” swallowing hard, he took a step closer. “Do I know them?”

She simply nodded.

“Does Anakin?”

Again he was answered with a silent nod.

“Who is it?”

And there it was. The question she dreaded. Her instincts told her to turn away from him, to put a distance between them. Closing her eyes, Y/N took a series of deep breaths before looking up and whispering one word, “you.”

It was as though she had shouted it. Obi-Wan did not know how to react, her confession shook him to his very core. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought this to be possible.

Fearing the worst, Y/N started to leave but felt a familiar hand hold her back.

“Half of me,” her words, spoken by him.

“Come again?” Y/N wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.

“I have no desire to live in a galaxy where you don’t exist,” the words tumbled like a Nubian waterfall from his lips.

“Obi-Wan? What are you saying?” She hardly dared believe what her ears were hearing.

“You are the love that came without warning.” His sea-shaded gaze seemed to plead with her. “You had my heart before I could say no.”

Tears welled up in her e/c eyes. “Oh Obi-Wan.” She covered her mouth with her right hand.

Gently removing her hand from her mouth, he almost reverently took it between both of his and lovingly kissed her palm before looking up, his eyes speaking more than his lips ever could.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #star wars #reader insert #obi-wan X reader #Anakin Skywalker #twins

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