#Clone Wars Era

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thunder

★ pairing(s): anakin skywalker x (f!)reader

★ summary: you and anakin had a falling out and now you’re forced to reconcile after a mission gone wrong.

★ warning(s): sexual content! graphic descriptions of wounds! blood! enemies to lovers?

★ a/n: enjoy :) this shit long af sorry lmfao title is from thunder by miss lana

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When you received the encrypted message this morning by Master Mace Windu, you were confused. Sent in the middle of the night with barely any explanation given other than a time and place to meet. It wasn’t unlike Mace to send abrupt messages at all times of the night, but it was strange to have no details given whatsoever.

You struggled with the message all day, going over and over in your mind what was going on, what could happen. You weren’t exactly the most obedient Jedi in the Order and there was recently an incident on Lothal where you had taken some of your men to quietly gather some intel of the Separatists who held Capital city.

Except it didn’t exactly happen quietly and a full blown incursion had broke out. General Kenobi and his fleet had to step in and evacuate you and your men.

While forever grateful for Obi-Wan saving your skin, you were forever guilty of your incompetence.

“There’s been an emergency.” Was the first thing that slipped out of Mace Windu’s mouth the moment you crossed the threshold into the meeting room.

“What emergency?” Silently relieved that this was not what you believed it to be.

“Master Kenobi has already been debriefed and will arrive later to discuss intimate details of the plan with you.”

“How secret of a mission is this that it’s just me and Obi-Wan? No reinforcements?”

“It’s not just you, Master. We’re waiting on one other.”

“Who?”

It was at that moment the doors slid open revealing Anakin, the third member of the small secret trio of the mission. His blood boiled, his jaw clenched, and his stomach churned at the sight of you standing at the other side of the room, avoiding his gaze.

Why? Why were you here? A million reasons as to why ran through his head and none of them sounded good.

“General Skywalker.” You smiled, trying to ignore the way Anakin’s hands curled into fists. Now you knew why you weren’t privy to who exactly was on the mission.

See, you and Anakin didn’t exactly get along. Once, years ago, but now it wasn’t possible for him at least, to be around you.

“What is she doing here?” Anakin’s voice dripped with annoyance.

Your heart panged at the slight but you swallowed it away instead, smiling at him. “Charming as always, Skywalker.”

“She, General Skywalker,” Windu snapped, pointing to you at the opposite end of the room. “Is a member of the Jedi Order and you are in no position to question on why a fellow Jedi is at any meeting. Do you understand?”

“But-“ Anakin started but was quickly shut down.

“Do you understand, Anakin?” Windu’s tone didn’t allow Anakin to choose no.

“Yes, Master Windu.” He grumbled.

“Good.” He pushed the green button on the dashboard, illuminating the room with the soft blue glow, map of Ajan Kloss. “We have reports of a disturbance in the force on the outer rim moon of Ajan Kloss.”

Windu motioned toward the small blue moon. “We have reason to believe that the Separatists are scouting the moon for a new base to begin expanding their efforts further out in the Outer rim.”

“So what is the plan?” You asked.

“Find the disturbance and hopefully stop the expansion.”

“Simple enough.” You nodded.

The door slid open once more, this time Obi-Wan quietly entered. Chin in his hand, circling the table evaluating every inch of the map.

“Master Kenobi.” You called out to him, smiling.

“General.” He nodded. “I’m happy to see you could help. Anakin and I both appreciate your help and expertise on this matter. Don’t we?”

Anakin grumbled, but nodded anyway.

“Thank you, Master.” You smiled at the older man before you. “I’m happy to help.”

“Good.” He returned your smile and looked over to Anakin a moment, placing a hand on his former Padawan’s shoulder before turning back to you. “We’re both happy to have it.”

Anakin huffed his obvious displeasure, loud enough for you to hear it. He was not happy about the situation and no doubt felt blindsided by Obi-Wan’s lack of keeping him in the know of what was going on. You didn’t care, he was any other Jedi on a mission to you and you weren’t going to let his bad attitude and anticipated harsh comments let you from successfully fulfilling your duties and Obi-Wan seemed to thankfully on the same page.

“I trust you three will do this properly.” Windu’s piercing gaze bore into you.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, you two may go.”

Anakin followed you out, sighing heavily as the door slid closed.

You swallowed heavily, the pressure of his gaze into the back of your head made you face him. “I don’t want to do this either, Anakin.”

“Good. Glad you agree.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t screw this one up like you did on Lothal.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Yeah, sure.” Anakin moved closer, his real hand wrapping around your upper arm. His lips brushed against the top of your ear, “Don’t get in my way.”

Anakin pulled back completely, letting you go and beginning down the hall away from you. “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”

Dawn was breaking when you arrived at the docking bay. Anakin was perched on a supply box, laughing at something one of his men had said.

There was a time you would be there with them, making him laugh. You swallowed hard.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” Bag slung over your shoulder, you approached the men and Anakin.

Rolling his eyes, he jumped off the box. His demeanor completely changed back into seriousness and annoyance at your presence.

“Why?” Anakin hummed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Because I have to report to him, Anakin.” You matched his bite.

“He’s on the cruiser.”

You nodded, pushing past him purposely bumping your shoulder hard into his own. Hoping that maybe your bag even hit him as well as you entered in the small jumper ship. Putting your things into a locker before jumping into the cockpit and starting the pre flight procedures.

“I’m flying.” Anakin’s voice entered the cockpit. Of course. Jackass.

“Fine.” You released the pilots controls, not wanting a fight so early in the morning. Instead, you commed to Obi-Wan letting him know of your departure and soon arrival.

You two avoided each other on the cruiser during the standard weeks journey. Waltzing your ways down abandoned corridors and choosing odd meal times.

All of your efforts proved to be in vain when Obi-Wan let you know that Anakin and you were to go solo into the jungle in hopes to use Obi-Wan and his men as a distraction.

“We should head south. Towards the river, there should be small villages along there.” Anakin pointed at the map.

“That’s almost a four day hike,” Sighing as you disagreed with him. “And completely off track.”

“The Separatists will be in those villages, Y/n.” He shook his head, “And whatever Sith scum is on this rock will be there too.”

It began to not rain, pour. Your hair was completely drenched and so was Anakin’s. Thunder rolled in and the fog began to settle.

“If we follow my plan, we won’t end up dead like the men on Lothal.”

That was it.

You had enough of Anakin Skywalker. “Shut up!”

You pushed him to the ground, jumping on top of him and straddling his body.

“What is your problem!?” He choked out. Quickly flipping you over into the dirt, the wind knocked out of your lungs with a huff.

“Get off me!” You wanted to spit in his face. You began to claw at his face, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and grounded them in the mud.

Thunder clapped above. You pounded at his chest, “Get off me!”

Another boom from the sky had him off you. “We need to make shelter!”

You reached for the map in your belt. Feeling for the tech, you found none but scraps. The map was completely destroyed. You reached for the com, it was of the same fate. There was no hope of trying to salvage the tech in your hand.

“You fucked us over!” Anakin shouted over the thunder and rain.

“Shut up!”

“You’re the one who got us in this situation. If only you hadn’t blown up at me, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“I’m the one who got us here?” You scoffed. “Need I remind you that this was your idea?”

“My idea?” He pointed a finger at his face as his eyes narrowed at you. “You suggested that we divert completely!”

“And you suggested that we go this route! Plus-“

“Doesn’t make it my idea!”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“And I won’t!”

“I have never met someone so infuriating, so narcissistic, and so downright arrogant as you in my entire life!”

“I’m infuriating?” He snapped back with venom. “Have you ever met yourself?”

“You’re so-“ You stopped short.

“So what?” It was only then that you realized that the chipped deep blue armor that wrapped around his shoulders were mere inches from your chin. His chest was mere centimeters away from your own and that he towered over you as his deep blue eyes glowered.

“Just forget it.” You sighed, stepping back, trying to escape his

“No, go on, I’d love to hear it.”

“No, Anakin.”

“I don’t even know how I used to put up with you!”

The brush moved above you. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

The dark ripple of the force electrified your nerves once more. “There, did you feel it?”

“Stop it, nothing’s there. Let’s keep going.”

“Anakin,” His name stopped him dead in his tracks, you hadn’t used it in years. “There’s something following us. I can feel it.”

“It’s just the storm.”

“Anakin.” You looked at him with eyes wide.

“Hello, Jedi.” Ventress hissed from above. Her lightsabers hissed as the sith ignited the two as she towered over you.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Her lips twisted into a sadistic grin that made you twinge.

Anakin ignited his blue to your green.

Ventress cackled, raising her double lights over her head to make a slash at the both of you as she dropped to the jungle floor. A master in her own right with dueling two at the same time.

Anakin lunged forward first, his blue clashing with red. Purple illuminating their faces, you saw this as your chance to enter the fray. Your green went for her side, trying for a swipe at her rib cage. Ventress easily blocked your move.

You and Anakin fought hard as you slowly made progress pushing her farther and farther into the jungle floor. At one point, the green blade of your saber made contact with her leg and Anakin’s sliced up her arm.

You were making good progress and might even capture the with.

That’s until you came upon the ravine.

Ventress’s leg came up, her foot square in the chest of Anakin’s plate of armor and pushed hard.

Anakin fell.

He tumbled over the top of the ravine and into the pit of darkness, his frame shadowed by the rain and fog that enveloped the depth below.

“Anakin!” Your lungs screamed for air, your grip slipped, allowing for Ventress to slice open your shoulder, searing your robes and the skin underneath. You fell to your knees, completely at the mercy of the Sith.

“Oops?” Ventress laughed. “Looks like Skywalker won’t be making it home.”

Your head hung in defeat. Wet hair falling in a curtain around you, shielding your shame. You failed. You failed yourself. You failed Anakin. The only thing that awaited you was death that came in the form of her twin blades crossed over at your neck.

But the blow never came. The hum of her lightsabers ceased and the only thing left was the rain, thunder, and your heavy breaths. Then you descended into the pit, screaming in agony as debris fell onto your wound.

The ravine was just as clear as it was from above. Holding onto the seared wound in your shoulder, your search became frantic noticing the stream was shades of blood. “Anakin!”

His body was unnaturally situated in the shallow water. His eyes were closed as you knelt in front of him.

“Anakin.” You whispered above his unmoving form.

“Anakin! Please!” He was alive you could feel that but his life force was fading. You scanned his body, looking for the wounds that ran the river red. Then you saw his leg.

His leg was mangled, bloody, and almost snapped in half.

It made you nauseous to look at it, but you needed to stop the bleeding or he would die. There was no way this would heal properly without medical attention and weeks worth of time in a bacta tank.

Your frantic hands shed your belt, practically tearing the dark outer robes off your top, leaving only the thin tank top underneath left. The blue fabric of his pants were slick with his blood, dyeing the blue, black. With every second passed, the more his blood poured from his leg.

You couldn’t wrap the wound successfully without straightening it out. The thought of maneuvering the bone back into a straight position was gross and something you had never done before, but you had to get him out of this ravine and get help immediately and with the com broken it wasn’t likely to be found anytime soon.

His unnaturally bent leg made unpleasant noises as you slowly moved it back into a e position, thanking the force he was unconscious to feel the pain. You felt bad for the pain he would feel when he would wake up, if he woke up.

But you couldn’t think like that, no, you would stop the bleeding, find help, and he would be fine. Everything would be fine. You two would go back to Coruscant and the endless fighting would resume.

You traveled for hours with him on your back. Taking only a few moments to eat from a bush or drink from a stream. You tried your best to find the way you had once come. But it was proving difficult with the cloud cover and the haze of pain from your shoulder.

It was nightfall when you found a waterfall with a pool of water. Just behind the curtain of water was a large enough cave that would easily fit the two of you and then some.

You laid Anakin to rest on the floor. Immediately going for water to wash your hands and then his wound. It took hours to delicately clean the break and skin, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you saw the light streaming through the water.

On the first day, Anakin hadn’t awaken. He laid silently on the cave rock floor. You hadn’t left his side, only once every few odd hours to get more water to clean his wound.

You were reluctant to leave him but you need to find food and find something better to bind his leg and maybe find a way to get to Obi-Wan.

On the second day you made a make shift bed for him to lay on made out of palm ferns that you tied on your back for an easier climb.

On the third day, you meditated. Hoping that you could reach out and contact Obi-Wan through the force, but you weren’t lucky enough to have a bond with him.

On the fourth day, a cold front came in. It wasn’t anything like the chills on Coruscant but it was a significant drop in the average temperature for Ajan Kloss.

On the fifth day he woke up.

“Y/n?” You thought that the hallucinations from lack of sleep, food, and proper hydration began when you heard his voice for the first time. But the voice persisted, calling your name again.

“Don’t move.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Have you heard from Obi-Wan?”

“Would we still be in this cave if I had?”

“No.”

“Stop moving.”

“Stop telling me what to do.”

“Your leg almost snapped in half.”

“I know. I can feel it.” Anakin winced. “How long have I been out?”

“Five days.”

“How long do you think-?”

“I don’t know.” You unwound the scrap of red fabric that came from his robes. He tried sitting up again but groaned in pain when you poured water from a flagon you had made out of some hollow shell you had found at the edge of the river and onto the wound.

“Kriff!” He jerked his leg which only caused him more pain. “Fuck.”

“Sit still.” You wanted to slap his stupid face. “If you would just stay put, I could finish this faster and then you wouldn’t be in so much pain.”

“And you haven’t gone out and tried to find help?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I guess I should’ve let you die then!”

“No.” He looked down at your hands, watching as you worked on wrapping his leg with the freshly washed makeshift linens. “I’m sorry for what I said before Ventress.”

“It’s okay.” You brushed it off. It hurt but you weren’t going to stew over it. Silence fell over you again.

“We used to be inseparable.” Anakin uttered one evening when the rain came down. His back was currently propped up against the cave wall, watching you as you cut into some fruit you had found earlier that day. Your hair was drenched, and beads of water rolled down your neck and bare shoulders. Your skin glistened under the shimmer of the waterfall.

“A long time ago.” You huffed. It was annoying to hear him try to bring up the past between you.

“It was only four years ago.”

“Yeah, a long time ago.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation with him.

“We stopped talking.” Yeah no shit.

Sighing heavily, you put down the small shard of stone. You couldn’t quite understand why he was suddenly bringing this up right now. After all, it was he who stopped talking to you, leaving you to wonder for months what you had done wrong. It left questions burning at the tip of your tongue every time you were in close proximity of each other.

“Why?” Why? The gaul of Anakin finally got to you.

But after everything that had happened in the last week, it was as good as time as any to ask the question that had been itching at the back of your mind for. “Was what happened on Corellia that bad?”

“What?”

“Corellia. Plo and Obi-Wan took us to Corellia to help locals from the Pykes. We had tried to help annex them from the spice lords. We got split up and you and I were sent alone and then we had um-“

“Yeah, I remember Corellia.” He stopped you before you could finish the sentence, knowing full well what you were about to say.

“After that,” You continued. “You stopped talking to me. You started to act different around me, like you do now…I just didn’t understand. I still don’t understand.”

Anakin was silent for a long time. His head turned and he watched as the waterfall gushed down. “I remember when we were barely seventeen and you had training with Plo every morning from sunrise until noon but this time he was called away for an emergency on…I think it was Kijimi?”

“Where are you going with this, Anakin?”

“Let me finish.”

“I-“

“Just listen.”

“Fine.”

“Obi-Wan offered to train you himself when Plo was gone. He trained you hard for two weeks and I watched all of it. I sat behind the Uneti tree and watched you guys fight. It was like a sort of dance. I had never seen him and you flow so easy before. It was mesmerizing.”

“Okay? I don’t understand the point of this whole story?”

“Can you just be quiet? I’m trying to explain myself in the best way I can and you’re being rude.”

“That’s thick.”

“Whatever. Look, I just got nervous around you.”

“Nervous? Anakin, I thought we were closer than ever after Corellia and your explanation is that you became nervous?” Your eyebrow arched. Stars, he was dumber than you remember.

“You know what? Forget it.”

“No. I’m sorry, finish.”

He sat there in silence for a moment as he eyed you out of the corner of his eye, watching as you moved to sit next to him; propping your back against the wall, mirroring his position. Clearing his throat, his eyes fell to his hands, “I-I wasn’t freaked out. I was jealous and standing there only days after Corellia watching you two train in such fluidity I realized right then and there.“

The silence was loud as he looked back down at you. His eyes searched yours with a look you hadn’t seen since you were seventeen.

No. He couldn’t. This couldn’t be the reason to why your friendship had fallen apart.

The silence settled again in the cave as you watched him. “Anakin…”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pity me.” He swallowed “You rejected me.”

“I didn’t reject you.” You weren’t even awake when you had left him laying in bed alone. You had thought it was for the best. You didn’t want Plo or especially Obi-Wan finding the two of you wrapped up in the sheets together. “I didn’t think it wise to stay and you took me leaving as rejection. You were the one who ignored me for months! You are not the victim here, Anakin!”

He fell silent, looking out at the undulating gushing water. It was moments before you spoke again.

“I liked you too. Once.”

“I know.” He smirked. “You were obvious.”

“I know.”

“It was endearing.”

“I didn’t quite grasp the concept of no attachments at ten.”

“I still don’t.”

You shrugged and stared at the raging waterfall, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Do you…” Anakin’s voice trailed off, lingering in the air, allowing for the pounding water to take over the conversation until he was brave enough to finish it.

“Do I what?”

“Do you hate me?”

“No! Oh my stars, no.”

“So you still like me?”

“No.” You were telling the truth, you missed him sure, but it wasn’t love anymore. “I do not.”

“But you did once.”

“I was ten.”

“Ten, twenty, a hundred. Love just doesn’t die.”

“Wow, you’re a real poet Skywalker. A shame your flowery words of endearment will never be heard upon the ears of lovers.”

“Look, you are smart, funny, strong, and you paid attention to me. I just had misplaced my admiration into childish fantasies that had led me astray until I had found balance again.” He sighed. “And I don’t hate you. You hate me though.”

“I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” That was all it took for Anakin to finally kiss you. Press his own to yours, in a fervor that was everything and nothing you had to said to each other.

His lips were warm.

Chapped.

“Anakin-“ You moaned into his mouth. It was electric, like the wire from all those years ago was plugged back into its socket.

He hummed into your mouth, his fingers were still entangled in your hair. Grasping at the base of your skull, pulling at the tendrils. Your lips moved in perfect sync as he began pulling you towards him, trying to position you on his lap.

“Your leg.”

“I don’t feel it.”

“Anakin.” You bit your lip. It wasn’t right. “We can’t.”

“I might die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I might never see the light ever again. Might never feel the warmth of another person ever again.”

He pulled you to him again, kissing you with all of the pent up anger, guilt, and want the past four years had built.

His warm hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips caressing the slick, sweaty skin that was a sea of goosebumps from the contact. Skating up your rib cage to find your breast.

Moaning into his mouth, you forgot what it was like to be touch, no caressed by him. It felt so wrong but that’s what must’ve been so good about it.

You retracted from him, pulling your shirt off completely. Baring yourself to him. His lips found your nipple, sucking lightly at the sensitive tip, your head rolled back in pleasure.

You could feel him at you clothed core, your hips rocking against his hard cock.

“Fuck.” His breath was hot against your skin but never relented. “If you keep doing that I’ll cum.”

“Then fuck me.”

His tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum when you helped him with his pants. You wanted to take him in your mouth but wanted him inside you more.

“Fuck.” He moaned deeply as you sank your wet cunt onto his pulsating erection. You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure yourself as you felt him bottom out in you.

With careful undulating rolls you moved on top of him.

It was by no means romantic, this clash between you. Needy and primal, it was a release of everything. Every quick slash of the tongue. Every glance and every subliminal touch.

“I know about you and Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s fingers entwined within your hair, tenderly caressing your scalp as he braided small sections with your head laid on his bare chest.

There was no reason to deny what he said. You hummed against his skin.

“Do you love him?” He continued to play with your hair as he quietly whispered. There was no malice, no jealously, no discontent behind his question.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The next few days continued as they had prior to what happened between you and Anakin. There had been no mentions of you having sex and none of Obi-Wan.

Anakin’s leg wasn’t getting better but it wasn’t getting worse. Which you took as a good sign.

“I’m going to get more food.” You were running out of the little supply you had previously gotten and he needed as much energy and nutrients as possible.

“Okay.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Would never dream of it.”

You looked back once more before descending the rock and into the jungle floor. Purple fruit hung from low bushes that proved edible and somewhat sweet. Which was good enough for your empty stomachs.

You plucked a few into your makeshift satchel you had created from scraps of Anakin’s robes. It wouldn’t be enough if you were expecting to be here longer, so you moved deeper into the jungle. Hoping to find a piece of meat of any kind at this point.

You felt it first. A movement in the overgrown brush. Then you saw it.

A figure, no, it was definitely a man moved through the jungle alone. Whacking his way through the brush with looked like a vibroblade, as he tried to navigate the tricky, uneven floor.

“Obi-Wan?” Maybe you were tired, hungry, and downright delirious at this moment but for a fleeting second, the auburn hair was one thing it was the white and tan armor that was unmistakable.

“Obi-Wan!” The fruit dropped from your hands and squashed into the mud below, but you didn’t care. Obi-Wan had stopped his pursuit through the flora and spun around.

“Y/n?” His eyes widened and he dropped the vibroblade to the muddied ground. You sprinted towards the Jedi Master and practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his body. The warmth he radiated was comforting and familiar. He was sweaty and smelled a bit but you were sure you were ten times worse.

Obi-Wan’s mouth found yours as he brought your body closer to his in desperation and happiness.

He pulled back from your body but his arms were still wrapped around you. His cerulean eyes searched your face and his hand came to caress your dirty, sweaty cheek. He wasn’t sure you were really real.

“Yes, it’s really me.” You half laughed, half sobbed.

“You’re hurt.” His fingertips gingerly graced the surface of your wrapped shoulder. You had forgotten about your wound.

“I forgot.” You laughed through the tears, looking down at the disgusting unkept wrappings.

“You forgot?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I guess you’re okay then?”

“I’ll live.” You smiled, kissing him once more.

“Where’s Anakin?”

You hesitated, worried at how he would react to the news of Anakin almost dying and his leg needing extensive medical attention.

“Anakin is injured.” His eyebrow raised at the news. “Badly.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Where is he?”

“A few clicks from here.” You began moving back towards the waterfall. “I can’t move him. Not by myself. He needs medical attention now or he’ll lose the leg.”

“I’ll com Cody.” Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed as he calmly talked to the Commander, detailing the extent of Anakin’s injuries and of yours.

You led him to the cave, detailing the events of Ventress and everything in between. “I cleaned the wound twice a day. I ran out of cloth so I washed and reused what I had, but it was running water. The bleeding has stopped and has begun to scab over but his leg is damaged badly, Obi-Wan. It’ll be weeks in a bacta tank before he can walk properly again.”

Stepping into the cave with Obi-Wan, Anakin was just as you had left him but now he was smirking at the sight of you two.

“Took you long enough.”

You were evacuated from Ajan Kloss.

The team was a sight for sore eyes. Anakin was brought to the medbay immediately, induced into sleep he floated around the bacta tank with his mangled leg suspended.

With relief, you found your quarters after a quick check up, proper meal, and a long shower.

Wrapped up in a blanket, you were sitting in the window ledge. Watching the stars go by, waiting for the jump to hyper speed.

Reflecting on the past few weeks had brought peace. Happy with the loose ends now tied.

When Obi-Wan entered through the door with two cups of steaming tea, the uneasiness of guilt and embarrassment found you. He was so good to you, giving you the world and happiness. He didn’t have to know what happened.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hello.” Obi-Wan reciprocated, handing you the mug. “Are you alright?”

You hummed. “You?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thank you for saving me.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, your eyes threatening to close from the lack of sleep catching up to you. You felt safe here next to Obi-Wan and for a moment you thought about what Anakin said, pondering for a moment before letting your body fully sink down. “Again.”

“Of course.” He kissed the top of your head, then leaning his cheek on your hair. Letting the quiet envelope the two lovers.

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"Have you ever loved me?" Obi-Wan Kenobi x F! Reader

Summary: Long ago you loved a Jedi, he broke your heart when you were ready to give up everything for him but he was not. Now years later, the galaxy is at war, and you might be the only one to pull him back from the edge. But can you forgive him?

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, second-chance romance, slight ooc.

Cross Posted on AO3

The Past

“Master Yoda,” you bow your head, “I have made the decision to leave the Jedi Order.” 

“A difficult decision made you have, padawan. Changed the course of your entire life you have.” 

“Yes,” you nod, “but I must. I’ve broken one of the sacred vows and I would rather leave on my own accord than be tossed out once I was discovered.” 

“Wise,” he nods sadly, “seeing you leave, brings a great sadness to my heart. You are a skilled Jedi Healer and a brave warrior. Tell me,” he urges, “what sacred vows did you break hmm?” 

“I fell in love,” a single tear streams down your cheek, and you blink to hold back the rest. 

“And did they feel the same?” 

“I thought they did,” you sniff, “but I was wrong. They love another. One I will never be able to compete with.” 

“But still wish to leave you do?” You nod, silently, the tears pouring down your cheeks. He sighs, “then I will let you go. What now will you do?” 

“I still wish to be a healer, Master Yoda. Even if I’m not a Jedi, I can still use my gifts to heal the sick and injured.” 

“A calling most noble,” he stands, grabbing his cane. “I will miss seeing your smile light up the halls of the temple. But I understand why go you must.” 

“Thank you,” you bow, “Master Yoda.” You turn to leave when he says your name, giving you pause as you turn to look at the Master. 

“I will not tell a soul what you have shared with me this evening. No one will ever know the reason you chose to leave the order. Not even young Master Kenobi.” 

“I-I” you stutter, shocked, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

He chuckles, walking past you with a grin, “old I may be, but blind I am not.” 

The news of your departure spread like wildfire throughout the temple. Several other Palawan’s and friends stopping by as you packed with small tokens and a kind word. All but one. 

You grab your bags, feeling a heaviness in your heart at leaving your room. So many firsts happened here; your first time living alone, first time you burnt bantha noodles, first kiss. Your eyes shutter closed and you resist the urge to cry when the door slides open. 

“So it’s true,” Obi-Wan stands in the doorway, the door hissing as it slides shut behind him. “You’ve left the Jedi Order.” 

“Yes,” you swallow down the tears at seeing him again. “I think it’s for the best. I can’t keep going day by day hiding how I feel.”

“Instead you’re leaving me,” his voice sounds broken, and he walks over to the window glancing out at the busy streets of Courasant. “You’re leaving everything you’ve ever worked for.” 

“Yes,” you whisper, “I’m going home back to Naboo. I’m going to be a healer, treat the sick and injured.” 

“Fall in love and marry someone,” he turns, his arms crossed over his chest. “Give him children, and live happily ever after.” 

“I can’t stay here."

He’s silent, “I don’t want you to go,” he lowers his arm, taking a step towards you, “we don’t have to continue, we can be friends. You don’t have to leave.” 

Obi-Wan grabs your hands and you see the glisten in his eyes, mirrored in your own. “Have you ever loved me?” your voice breaks when he remains silent, the one thing he’s never been able to say back. “Goodbye Obi-Wan,” you pull your hands out of his grasp, his grip tightening before you let go, grabbing your bags and leaving your life behind. 

The Present 

“Doc!” Minnie, your assistant shouts from across the room, “you got a call!” 

“Dank Farrick,” you whisper, pressing a hand to your eyes before shouting, “I’m coming!” 

The figure on the holo gives you pause and you slow your steps, a furrow to your brow. “Master Yoda?” 

“Ah,” he smiles saying your name, “seeing you again brings me great joy.” 

“Thank you, Master. It’s good to see you as well.” You nod, waiting for him to speak, but the silence stretches on, “uhm,” you rub the back of your head, “is there something I can help you with, Master?”

“There is,” he grins, “know you do, that at war we are with the separatists. The loss of life is great, and we are in need of assistance desperately. I’ve heard from your former master that you’ve become a great healer and I am upon you calling to come heal our troops.” 

You sit down, your legs feeling like jelly beneath you. “Master, I’m honored. But my place is here on Naboo.” 

“Thought you say that, I did.” A figure steps behind him and you jump to your feet seeing the woman. 

“Senator Amidala,” you bow.

She says your name and you straighten up, “I am calling upon you to join the war effort as a representative of Naboo. Your practice will be well looked after in your absence. The Queen is sending the royal physician to look after it while you’re gone.” 

“Senator,” you glare at the little green man, “I am honored. But my place is here with my patients.” 

A moment passes between the two, Master Yoda and Senator Amidala sharing a look. He sighs, “there is reason more, wish for you to join we do.” 

You look between the two before taking a step back, “no.” 

“Help, he needs,” Yoda puts both hands on his cane, “his troops are dying, and with each loss,” he shakes his head, “for the toll of loss is great, I worry.” 

“I can’t,” you whisper, “I’m not strong enough.” 

“You are,” Senator Amidala encourages, “you’ve become the most sought after healer on the planet.” 

Yes, you think, the only one I could never heal was me.

“Needs you, he does,” Master Yoda looks into your eyes, his voice echoing in your head, need him, you do. 

Minnie comes through the door, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the Royal physician has arrived Doc. He says he’s here to take your place for awhile.” 

You turn from her and back to Master Yoda sending your thoughts through the force. Will I ever come back? 

Only decide that, you can. 

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Doctor,” the clone trooper with golden markings shouts reaching a hand out to help you from the hovercraft. “Good to have you aboard ma’am.” 

“I’m glad to be here,” the ship powers down behind you. 

“I’m Commander Cody,” he removes his helmet, shaking your hand, “second in command.” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Commander,” you give his hand a solid squeeze before letting go to grab your bags. 

He grabs the other duffle, “let me get that for you ma’am, I’m going to take you to your quarters and then up to the bridge to see the General.” 

“Perfect,” you fall into step beside him, your stomach churning. 

“I understand that you’re a doctor on Naboo. From what I’ve been told, it’s a beautiful planet.” His words make you smile, thinking of home. 

“It is, I love it very much.” 

“What made you join the war then?”

“Call it a favor to an old friend. And one very nosey little bastard,” you mumble the last part but he bursts out laughing anyways. 

“Seems like a story there,” he chuckles, arriving at a door. “This is your quarters, if you need anything the barracks are two levels below and the General is just down the hall.” 

“Thank you, Commander,” you look around the room, quietly surveying the space before you drop your bag on the bed. “This shall do quite nicely.” 

“Would you like some time to freshen up or would you like to go meet the General?” 

“Lead the way,” you hold out a hand, your heart pounding so loud you’re almost sure he can hear it. 

Commander Cody plays tour guide as you make your way to the bridge. And you can see why the men chose him for Commander he is thorough in making sure you know the ship and where everything goes. “This is the bridge,” he leads you onto the ledge, several troopers on computers look your way giving you a nod. 

“You need to sleep!” A man shouts at the end of the aisle and Commander Cody slows down as we approach. “You’ve been up for nearly three days working on this plan. You know it inside and out!” 

“It’s not perfect yet,” your eyes sting when you hear his voice again. “I need it to be perfect, we’ve lost to many men.” 

He sounds almost delirious and you look at the young man quickly recalling the name, Anakin Skywalker. He’d just become his padawan maybe a year before you left. “Talk to him,” he tosses out his hands exasperated, “if you won’t listen to me, Master at least listen to the doctor.” 

“I don’t need a doctor,” Obi-Wan throws over his shoulder, “I’m fine.” 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you speak up. His hands freeze on the papers, his posture rigid and he drops his head to his chest. 

“Maybe you’re right Anakin,” he sounds defeated, heaving a great sigh. “I do need to sleep. I’m hearing ghosts in my head.” 

“If I recall,” you step around Commander Cody and past Anakin, “you never believed in ghosts.” 

“Leave me be,” he groans, pressing his palms into his eyes, “why do you insist on tormenting me?” 

The room is silent and you look around and notice the room has been vacated. “How am I torturing you? Explain that to me.” 

“I let you go,” he whispers, dropping into a chair, his eyes covered. “I should have told you the truth and you never would have left.” 

“And what truth is that,” you reach out a hand and press it to his shoulder. He turns quickly grabbing your hand and running his fingers over your palm. 

“You’re real,” he states, looking up at you with wide eyes. “How are you here?” 

You ignore him, “what truth did you fail to tell me?” 

Obi-Wan sighs your name, his hand pulling until you’re sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he inhales deep breathes at your neck. “You still wear the same perfume,” he closes his eyes, forehead pressed to your shoulder. 

“Of course,” you whisper, running your fingers through his long hair, “you gave it to me.” 

“Do you remember the last thing you asked me,” he raises his head, meeting your eyes. 

“Yes,” you tremble, your hands pressed together to prevent the shaking, “I asked if you ever loved me.” 

He lifts one finger and puts it under your chin, his voice clear when he says, “ask me again.” 

“Obi-Wan,” you feel the tears stream down your cheek, “I can’t do this again.” 

“Ask me,” he commands, before softening, “please, darling.” 

The air around you swirls with the force, his emotions clearly displayed as he awaits if you’ll ask, if you’ll let him right a past wrong. “Have you ever loved me, Obi-Wan?” 

This time he does not hesitate, “oh stars, yes.”

"What about the Order? You'd never give that up and I won't ask you to. That's why I left the first time. I never wanted you to have to choose."

He bowed his head, "It took me a long time and several meditations to realize that was why you left."

"Why did you think?"

He lifts his head, "I thought you didn't love me. That you were sparing yourself the heartache when the temple realized what a lovesick fool I was. Even my Master knew." You stay silent, watching the emotions flicker, "and then Qui Gon died, and I became Master to Anakin. It changed everything."

"I can't be your dirty secret, Obi-Wan," you stand, going over to the viewing station, seeing the far reaches of space before you. "I came here to do a duty and I will fulfill that obligation."

"So there is someone else," he stands beside you, his hands tucked inside his robes, "you fell in love with another. Did you marry him? Stars, do you have children?"

You turn to him, hands crossed over your chest, "for being one of the wisest Jedi, you're an idiot." He turns to you, a wide eyed stare on his face. "I love," your voice cracks on a sob, "you, Obi-Wan. There is no other, it's always been you."

"I didn't dare hope," he presses a hand to your cheek. "Why didn't you move on? Live your life?"

"Could you have?" you grab his wrists, "if you were given the choice. If I had stayed and you had left, would you have fallen in love with another?"

"No," he shakes his head, "never. I just wanted you to be happy." His eyes soften, as he brushes the tears off your cheeks.

"You make me happy," you press your forehead to his own.

"What are we going to do?" he closes his eyes, pulling you into his chest, and running his hands up and down your back. You fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces finding their way back to one another. "I can't leave the war," he shakes his head with a sigh, "my men need a strong leader, and Anakin still has much to learn."

"I understand. And I will stand beside you. We can fight this war and you can finish his training. But when it's done, we leave, go to my home on Naboo, or start a new life somewhere else. Put away the lightsaber and live in peace."

He's quiet, contemplating everything you've said before he nods. "Okay, let's do that."

You pull away from him, "do you mean that?" His eyes study yours before his lips turn up in a smile, exhaustion lining his eyes.

"Ask me again," he urges.

You swallow, "have you ever loved me?"

"Yes," he nods, leaning forward to kiss you softly, a piece of your heart sliding back into place, "now and all the lifetimes after."

On the other side of the galaxy, Master Yoda feels his heart warm in his chest, pressing a hand to it with a smile. "Knew they would figure it out one day, I always did."

#Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars Fanfiction #Clone Wars Era #Autumn Writes #female reader

[znerac]

Come Closer

Sorry for my terrible exuses of titles LOL

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x ftm!Reader

No specific pronouns are used but if i make a part two the reader will be described as ftm

Part 2

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, No Y/N, Cheating (Readers Bf)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: after finding Kriz with another in bed, reader finds themselves in the arms of the general they've treated many times before.

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Today so far was normal, patients were slow, and once you were off-shift you headed home. Of course, your apartment on coruscant wasn't the best, but you shared it happily with your boyfriend Kriz.

You found it odd how the door was unlocked, but brushed it off. You walk in with a happy 'im home!'. You begin to set your things on the counter, when an odd noise was heard. Of course, you thought nothing of it and called your lovers name. When you got no response, you got curious.

Walking over, your brows furrowed at the continuation of the noise, making your gut twist. Opening your guy's shared bedroom door, the pit in your gut deepened and your heart practically shattered.

The two in your bed jumped and your boyfriend started speaking, but you heard none of it. Walking out and shutting the door with tears welling up in your eyes.

You stood for a second in shock.

And then the tears started streaming.

You let out a choked sob and grabbed your bag, shuffling out just as your boyfriend came out of the bedroom.

Of course, you didn't have time to think, you were overwhelmed and disgusted. Rushing out of the building with a few held in cries.

Your mind was racing, and you didn't know where else to go but work, and so you did. You caught a cab back, and when you arrived you bumped into a few clones, apologizing profusely before you went back into your office.

It was pretty much the only place you could be alone. So you sat in your chair and held yourself, your mind going over the scene over and over. It plagued your mind, and it was too overwhelming, you nearly choked on your breath.

After about ten minutes, you heard a knock on your door. And you jumped, quickly wiping away your tears with a weak 'come in'.

The door opened, and you couldn't look up, staring down and grabbing mindlessly at a few papers, "can i help you?" you ask, thumb sliding over the documents.

"You bumped into one of my recruits, said you were upset. Is something wrong?"

You knew that voice, that voice was from a certain general who had a tendency to getting hurt. You looked up, surprised.

"General Kenobi? I- i uh it's nothing im fine, really" you lie between a smile. Obi-wan frowns, coming to sit down on the seat opposite of your desk. "You know very well i can sense that something is not right. Its better to talk about your feelings, you know. Why don't you tell me whats bothering you?" he says, asking again for you to talk. Your mouth wavers, opening and closing to speak. But you break out in a few more tears.

Obi-wan's eyebrows furrow, "Maybe i can help?" he offers, but you shake your head. "You.. Can't do anything. I just.. I" you pause to breathe. "I found Kriz.. With a girl.. When i went home" you say quietly. You watch as Obi-wan thinks, and it clicks. "Oh, I'm so sorry" he says, tone soft. You sniffle, shrugging. "Its.. Its fine. I'll get over it" you mumble, and he sits up. "But it's not fine, he broke your trust. Thats not just something you can forget." he explains, "i expect you probably don't feel like going back. I could offer you a stay in my quarters?" he offers, tilting his head to the side. You give a faint smile, "i.. I can't. I don't want to be a burden"

Obi-wans face contorts, "You're no Burden, Never" he says in an almost defensive tone. "Please, it would be be my pleasure. Besides, you deserve a break. Some peace" he excuses, standing up. "Come now, I'm not letting you be alone after such an event"

You smile faintly, appreciative of his caring demeanor. You stand up, grabbing your bag and slowly following him.

Obi-wan stays fairly quiet as you two walk, it feels tense. But somehow comforting. Although you don't really know the general all that much, you appreciate how caring he seemed to be.

Once you arrived at his quarters in the Jedi Temple, you step in a little nervously. But the clean and tidy surroundings make you just a little more at ease.

"What kind of tea do you like?" he asks, walking over to the set of counters and puts a kettle on. You follow, standing beside him. "I don't usually drink tea.. Just make anything you like and I'll drink it" you say, and Obi-wan looks over, "Ah.. Well.. I'll just make you one of my regulars. Unless you'd like something else?" he cocks a brow. You shake your head, "no, no its okay, I'll drink your uh, tea" you exuse with your hands up. He smiles, "Relax my friend, Take a seat. You could put on a holo if you'd like. Make yourself at home" he says, patting your shoulder and you nod.

You make it over to the little couch by the holo, taking in a shaky breath. Everything went by so quickly, and it felt a little unreal to even be here. You jump a little when you get a commcall on your wrist, but seeing the name your face scrunches and you quickly reject it. You end up taking off your link and setting it aside.

Obi-wan came back with two mugs, handing you one. "I sure do hope its alright, i just made it how i would usually for myself. But if you don't care for it theres always other options" he says, sitting next to you. You can't help but crack a weak smile, looking down at the drink in your palms. "Thank you"

He smiles over at you, and takes a sip from his mug. "Would you like to talk at all? Or would you prefer to just take your mind off of things?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and looking at you with those beautiful blues.

You think for a moment, looking at your transmitter before back at obi-wan. "Maybe later.. We can talk.. I just, want to relax for a little" you reply, and he gives you a nod. "Fair enough. Here, put a show on." he hands you the holopad, and you grab it. Choosing a random show you liked and throwing it up on the big screen.

You both sit quietly, until you start to talk about the show. Which, felt good. Obi-wan was a great listener. He looked over when you spoke, kept his attention on you, and replied when you asked him a question. It had been awhile since anyone actually gave you their full attention, and you were sure obi-wan could sense how thankful you were.

Eventually, you continued to drink your tea, actually finishing it too. "This was good, maybe your just great at making tea. I've never actually tasted one this good" you compliment, standing up. He furrows his brows, "well thank you, but, where are you going?" he asked, uncrossing his legs and sitting up. You pause, looking down at your mug. You thought he would want you to leave after the drink. "I don't know.. I kind of assumed you'd want me to leave after" you reply, and the other chuckles. "No such thing, I'm not sending you back there unless you choose to go. Please, Stay." he smiles, standing and taking your mug. "Here, I'll take care of this. Now why don't you go have a shower and refresh yourself, i have some clothes that could fit you." he offers.

You bite at your lip before sighing, "a shower does seem nice.." you hum, giving obi-wan a faint smile. He nods you to the refresher and you thank him before going, shedding your clothes almost instantly before hopping into the shower and relaxing against the hot water. You just let yourself stand there, soaking up all the warmth.

About five minutes into it, you hear a soft knock at the door followed with a "I'm just going to place these here, a Towel and something for you to wear" you hear obi-wan say. And you smile softly, thanking him before hearing him leave. You don't know how much longer you spend in there, but it just feels so nice you can't help but soak it up until the water starts to turn cold.

At that point, you get out and wrap yourself in the towel after drying your hair. You spend some time just standing there, going over the scenes once more. And then dry yourself off.

When you picked up the shirt obi-wan left you, you smiled a little. It was definitely his, or at least fit him. It was a plain white tee, and you slipped that on along with the gray sweats he gave you. It felt a little odd to be in another guys clothes, but you decided to savor the feeling. If your boyfriend could savor another person, you could let yourself at least wear these. You walked out, feeling a bit better and definitely more refreshed.

"Enjoy your shower?" you hear obi-wan ask, as he walks over to you from the little kitchen in the quarters. He handed you a plate with a neatly made wrap. "Oh, yeah it was.. Really nice" you say, taking the plate and thanking him for it. "Thats good to hear. Now how about you eat that, and then go take a rest. I'll be here, i just have some paperwork to do" he says, pointing to the plate. You cock a brow, "Rest? Like, sleep?" you ask. He nods. "I'm not taking your bed, obi-wan. I can rest fine on the couch"

"Nonesense. You can sleep in my bed, it's more comfortable I'd say. I'll take the couch, you need a good rest and I've had plenty." he smiles. You huff, thinking for a second. "You're not sleeping on the couch, this is your home, you can rest in the same best as me, we're both adults" you counter, and he raises a brow. "You're okay with that?" he asks, and you nod reassuringly. He gives you a final nod, "well then, please do get some rest. I still have to do some work" he says, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. "And if later when i come back, and you decide you don't want me to rest with you i fully understand" he says reassuringly before wandering off to his office.

You stand there for a second before going to sit, eating slowly and going over todays events again. It made you feel worse, but you couldn't help it. But what did help, was Obi-wan offering help and comfort. Which he seemed good at, and that made you feel a little better. Although, when you looked at your empty plate a few tears shed again. You get up to place the plate in the sink, and wander to obi-wans office. Gently pushing the door open. You watch with teary eyes as he turns his head and frowns. Then he stands, and faces you with open arms.

You don't hesitate for a second to jump into his arms and hug him. Feeling his arms wrap around you carefully, caressing your back to comfort you. You sob a couple times into his robes, leaving a small wet mark where your tears fell. But he says nothing, rubbing your back and letting you release those emotions. You spend a good couple minutes in his arms before pulling away, eyes red and puffy. And he smiles down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. "Let’s go lay, i can sense that you're tired" he suggests, and you nod. Turning and letting him follow you to his bed, and you glance at him before crawling in under the blankets. He waits a second, putting a finger up and going to grab a few clothes of his, and heading to the refresher. He comes back in just a simple sweatshirt and loose pajama pants, and asks you again if you're okay with him laying with you. Of course, you say yes and scoot aside so he can get in.

Once he gets comfortable, you wait for a second, biting your inner cheek. "Can we-"

He nods and opens his arms. And you shuffle into his arms, up against his chest with your head tucked into his neck. It’s comforting, and warm. And you feel yourself relax against him as he rests his arms around you.

Obi-wan moves his arm and suddenly you feel his hand in your hair. And you just melt, humming and leaning your head up into it. Of course he continues, and it just feels amazing.

It had been ages since anyone touched your hair, and it just felt special. Especially with how gentle obi-wan had been treating you. It was like he knew what you needed.

"Obi-wan?" you spoke up gently. He hummed in reply. "Thank you, for everything." you say in a somewhat weak tone, and he holds you just a little tighter. "Of course, Dear" he says softly.

You think for a little, feeling a buildup of emotions in your chest.

He kisses the top of your head, holding you closer, "It's going to be alright my dear, now just rest, okay?" he speaks softly, and you just nod.

Sleep was surprisingly easy to find that night.

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The Level-Headed One

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 8 Prompt: "Give that to me, before anything happens."

Summary: Obi-Wan and his partner (in life and on this mission) break into a smuggler's den in search of information the Republic needs, when things go a little sideways.

Word Count: 1,262

Category: Fluff

Requested by @ghostofskywalker! Hope you like it Tori!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Missions like these are my favorite," I muttered, smiling up at my best friend and partner, Obi-Wan, as we ducked down a darkened bar hallway, his arm wrapped tightly around me and my arms around his neck. Obi-Wan hummed, leaning down and towards me until we disappeared from the sight of the rest of the bar, when he pulled back.

"They are more fun than rushing into battle on a dusty planet."

I smiled, leaning up to give him a brief peck on the cheek before we both returned our focus to the task at hand. We'd come here looking for information about smuggling routes the Separatists had been using to run supplies past our blockades, but with a cover as two people on a date in a seedy bar. Away from the Jedi Council, on missions in dives like this, were some of the only times Obi and I got to spend as a couple.

Unfortunately, they also often included people trying to kill us at some point or another. We'd just have to keep surviving long enough to get to the other side of the war and retire happily.

"Do you want to take care of the door, or should I?" asked Obi-Wan, both of us scanning our surroundings as we reached the locked door of the club owner's office. If we were right, all the information we could hope for and more would be in there.

I shrugged. "I'm probably going to kick it down, so if you have another way..."

"Hold on."

He closed his eyes, raising his hand ever so slightly as he concentrated and worked through the force. I turned to watch our backs, until I heard the telltale 'click' of a lock unlocking itself.

"You did that by moving the lock from the inside with the force?" I asked, turning to my boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged.

"I've needed to develop that skill more than a few times in the course of the war."

"Still. Impressive."

With one last glance around the hallway, the two of us ducked quickly into the office, carefully shutting the door behind us. I relocked it before turning to take in the room with Obi.

We'd definitely found the right place. The office was a disaster zone, papers, boxes, and filing cabinets scattered everywhere. This was going to be a long, long night.

"I'll take the left half if you take the right half," Obi-Wan deadpanned. I sighed.

"We didn't do nearly enough dancing and drinking in the bar before hand to deal with all this."

Since neither of us knew when an enemy might next appear, we tried to work quickly while still doing a thorough job. I kept one eye on the time, all too aware that every minute that ticked by was another increasing the risk of our death.

I'd been getting jittery as we neared the half hour mark, but Obi-Wan and I had almost made it through the entire room. We'd started at the edges and gradually worked towards the middle and each other, and finally, we'd met at the desk.

I huffed a sigh and popped the top off yet another box and started digging through, until a large, familiar object made me pause.

"Oh boy," I muttered, reaching into the box and pulling out the flashbang grenade. I held it up to show Obi-Wan, turning it over in my hand. "Look at this. Who leaves something like this in a box on their desk?"

"Seedy smugglers who might need to throw one at someone coming in the door?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I guess so." I tossed the grenade lightly in my hand, testing its weight and getting a feel for it. "Interesting."

"Give me that, before anything happens," Obi-Wan said, holding out his hand with a sigh. I rolled my eyes, but dropped it in his hand anyway.

"I'm not going to blow us up, Obi-Wan. I might be best friends with Anakin, but I'm not completely stupid."

He snorted, which made a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. I nudged him with my shoulder as we both continued our search, the feeling of him in the force putting me at ease and bringing a smile to my face even in the middle of a mission like this. A few minutes later, I smiled for a different reason.

"I think I found what we're looking for."

Obi-Wan leaned over my shoulder as I fanned out a stack of documents, all detailing several shipping routes and smuggling runs designed to get around Republic blockades.

"Excellent work," he said, eyes still scanning the information. "Let's take that with us and get out of here, shall we?"

"Neither of you is going to be going anywhere, ever again."

Obi-Wan and I's heads snapped up to find the club owner standing in the doorway, flanked by two burly guards cracking their knuckles. I sighed.

"Two more minutes, and we would've been gone," I muttered.

"Nobody gets away with stealing from me, in my own club, with their lives."

Rather than returning fire with our new enemy, Obi-Wan leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Can you gather those papers quickly if we were to run?" I nodded. "Good. Then close your eyes and cover your ears."

I turned to give him a questioning look, only to see him pick up the flashbang grenade I'd found and pull the pin, hurling it at the club owner without a second thought. I ducked and covered just in time as it went off before quickly springing into action, grabbing the papers off the desk and following Obi-Wan as we pushed past the stunned club owner and his guards.

We rushed back into the noise and confusion of the club, angry screams following from behind us. Obi-Wan reached back and took my hand as we wove through the crowd, finally making our way to an exit near the back and ducking out the door.

"You got all the papers?" he asked as we jumped into our speeder and he quickly guided it into the sky. I nodded.

"Yes, I did. And I'll absolutely never understand how you got your reputation as the level-headed one."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "It's easy. I got the reputation because I'm constantly surrounded by you and Anakin. And when he dives out a thousand-story window without a plan to catch himself and you run into an ambush with nothing but the force to get you out of it, a little flashbang grenade in a pinch becomes the most rational thing in the world."

I snorted, but he wasn't wrong. I caught him grinning out of the corner of my eye, so I turned to him more fully with a grin of my own.

"So... mission success, but I still think we got run out of that place a little early. Do you want to go somewhere for a little victory celebration before we go back to the Temple?"

"...What did you have in mind?"

"Padmé told me about a jazz club not too far from here."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "You certainly know me well." He glanced at the still-dark sky, then sighed. "I suppose we do have some time. Just tell me where to go."

We shared a smile, blending in amongst the lights of the city as two other people, no Jedi Order or war following us like it did everywhere else. And for tonight, we'd enjoy that escape for a little while, to help remind us exactly what we were out there fighting for.

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[cienie-isengardu]

The Jedi Council reluctantly agreed to allow Jedi to serve as generals to the Grand Army's clone troops. However, not every Jedi was willing to engage in warfare; some chose to serve as healers, and others abandoned the Jedi order entirely.

The Rise and Fall of Darth Vader

#star wars #jedi #clone wars era

[knightprincess]

I Want To Remember (Captain Rex x Fem Reader)

Words: Just over a thousand

Warning: None just a little fluff Synopsis: Rex returns to Coruscant with the hope of seeing a certain medic again

Returning to Coruscant was always one of Rex's favorite things. Not only for the down time, and seeing his brothers getting the much needed time to rest and relax. But because it also gave him the chance to rendezvous with a certain medic. The one Kix and Fives often teased him about. It had been a coincidence when the Captain of the 501st met her, or so he thought. Fives and Echo had insisted he join them for a trip to 79's, both Arc Troopers refusing to take no for an answer, even when Rex had tried. When they got there, the club was bursting with life, music loud and the lights blinding. The dance floor packed as normal. Jesse was at the bar with Kix and Tup. 

*~* Flashback *~*

Kix was talking to a woman, seemingly entranced by her, although that quickly changed the moment Fives waved to him. Kix's expression had instantly turned to one resembling mischief, where as Jesse and Tup seemed to be making a wager between them, no doubt more plans to cause havoc, as was normal when alcohol was involved. 

"That's Rex, the one I was telling you about" whispered Kix to (Y/N), a wicked grin appearing on his lips, as he went through with trying to set Rex up with someone special. With the help of Fives, Echo, Jesse and Tup, he'd settled on (Y/N) being that person. Finding her kind nature and sense of humor somewhat perfect for the great Captain. 

"Remind me again why you're setting me up with your captain?" asked (Y/N), finding herself lacking confidence. It had been years since she'd been on a date. Even before the war, she'd never considered herself good at the dating game, if anything she was terrible at it. Her last serious relationship had ended after her partner had cheated on her. He had the nerve to blame her for it, saying she was too boring, saying her stubbornness was the problem. 

"You deserve better than your last boyfriend and our captain needs to find a life away from the battlefield" responded Jesse, putting himself on guard duty. It was no secret her ex was still sniffing around, hoping for another chance now his toy had wizened up and left him. He'd tried several times over the last few weeks, although she'd made it clear it was over and she have no intention of putting herself through it all again. 

"Boys, Ma'am" voiced Rex upon joining the group at the bar, Fives winking as he always did and Echo offering his normal friendly hug. Rex of course noticing, silently questioning whom (Y/N) was and how long she'd been on friendly terms with several of his brothers. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't recall seeing her at 79's before. 

"Rex this is (Y/N), medic for the 212th Legion" spoke Kix, introducing the beautiful medic to his friend and Captain. Rex couldn't help the surprise to flash across his features. Cody had spoken of her and her talents as a medic, but never said she was so beautiful, or a conscripted medic. He'd never mentioned her name either. 

"Nice to finally have a face to go with the name" voiced (Y/N), her voice slightly raised, so she could be heard of the booming music. Cody had spoken of his legendary friend, like with the others, the Commander had spoken highly of Rex, Wolffe had too when he was around to add his opinion. 

"You've heard of me?" asked Rex, feeling proud, such a beautiful woman knew whom he was. "You just got to look around to my fellow brothers, to know my face" commented the Captain, receiving a chuckle from (Y/N) in response. Rex offered a smile, as pride bubbled up. Jesse close by rolling his eyes at the same old comment. A pick up line he'd practically begged Rex to never use again. 

Minutes later, Rex had lead (Y/N) over to a booth to the side of the dance floor. The others losing sight of the pair, although each of them had a cheeky grin placed firmly on their lips. Soon enough their other mischievous plans of helmet switch-a-roo would be in motion. 

"Another drink?" asked (Y/N), upon noticing Rex's empty glass. She'd found herself with nerves, although it was settling slowly. Rex on the other hand shook his head, leaning back with his brown eyes locked on the beautiful woman before him. "What?" nervously asked (Y/N), beginning to feel self conscious, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to cover herself up. 

"Nothing. Just trying to take a picture of you in my mind" whispered Rex, determined to memorize every little detail about the medic in his company. Her beauty was something equal to a rare jewel to him. "I want to remember" added Rex leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Asking her questions in an attempt to get to know her better. All while being oblivious to Fives, Echo and Jesse, keeping (Y/N)'s ex away from the pair. 

"You want to remember me?" questioned (Y/N), a cheeky grin appearing on her lips, as she unwrapped her arms from around herself, moving to rest against the table, ignoring her ex, attempting to get her attention. 

"I'd be a fool not to" replied Rex, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, hearing a sweet giggle in response. Happy to continue the night, and making a metal note to thank the boys later. 

*~* End of Flashback *~*

Ever since that night, Rex looked forward to returning to Coruscant, even more so when the 212th were back at the same time. He knew he'd be gifted with more moments with (Y/N), his not so secret love. 

He wanted to thank her, as he did every time he was granted the chance to see her beautiful face again. She'd become the reason he'd continue to fight during the war, she'd become the person his thoughts drifted to during the quiet moments. Whenever he seen something in a market, he'd always think of (Y/N) and if she'd like it.

As of recent though, something else had entered his mind. Despite the war seemingly never ending, the captain had found himself thinking about the future. His future and what it could possibly look like. He hoped to retire in peace, farm somewhere like Cut had. He dared hope (Y/N) would be at his side, offering him the same love she often dotted him with. Just as he dared hope his brothers would also find peace and happiness in their own way, whatever that would look like. 

"Meeting up with a certain medic?" Jesse's voice broke the train of thought, the laughter of the others shattering it further. Rex shook his head, shaking away the cobwebs and the image of (Y/N) the night they met. Hoping to burn a new image into his mind that night. 

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[archeo-starwars]

Fact Files #131

#star wars #clone wars era #jedi #depa billaba

[catohphm]

I'm up when I should be asleep, but star wars brainrot calling! My Clone Wars era Jedi Master OC may work in the SW equivalent of the Merchant Marine after Order 66. He likely would have to adopt an alias, change his appearance, create a cover story and get a fake ID. However it's all gonna help him stay under the radar of the Empire and bounty hunters. I have zero idea currently on what the OC's real name and fake name would be, but he's there now at least 😂

Tagging @lanabenikosdoormat for her dear support and encouragement of my ideas, tysm!<3

#star wars #star wars oc #clone wars era #jedi oc

[thelearnedsoldiertoo]

Kadi Kidiss, Champion!

The SFW version of the piece by @cadhla182 for the winner of my Tumblr OC Sexy(wo)man showdown, Kadi Kidiss. Short summary; she's a Clone Trooper, CT-9869, who was among the first to desert the Empire after Order 66. She joined a Mandalorian clan, Clan Kidiss, who were among the first factions to join the rebellion against the Empire, as early as 14 BBY. She's a heavy weapons specialist, a decent pilot, and an absolute fuckboi of a butch lesbian. Like she is the clan bicycle for horny gay ladies. And proud of it.

Her armour is symbolic, though most of it's off here--rebellion, vengeance, justice, redemption--but the important bit is her hair means 'loving/in love' but in this context basically signifies 'DTF'. So.

Anyway my Tumblr followers apparently decided she was my sexiest OC, so she got a special piece done of her. Enjoy!

#my ocs #kadi kidiss #clone trooper oc #mandalorian oc #star wars #gffa #clone wars era #dark times era #age of the rebellion #swse #saga edition #she is heavy weapons gal #and those are her weapons #anyway thanks for attending the gunshow #welcome to my ted talk #etc #enjoy lol

[glimmerglanger]

from your lips

REMINDER: final week of @codywankissbingo starts in only a few days! To commemorate, I'm posting what I think'll be my last fic for the event, which I wrote for the "blowing a kiss" prompt.

Set during the Clone Wars, feat: head injuries and a discovery of flirting. Fic and card below!

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Obi-Wan had more experience than he liked to think about with head injuries. 

The last one - sustained when Ventress tried to drop half a mountain on him - had left the world spinning a bit unsteadily and his ears ringing. He felt aware enough to realize he was…off but they hardly had the time in the middle of a battle for him to visit the medics to have them tell him what he already knew.

Instead, he simply kept going through the fray, attempting to hold onto his concentration as best he could. Time slipped and slid away, full of the noise of blasterfire and the stink of singed circuitry, until he ended up, in a moment of quiet on the battlefield, looking across a sea of destroyed droid bodies at Cody. 

He was…beating one of the droids to pieces with its own arm.

Obi-Wan stood, swaying on his feet, just watching with a warm feeling in his chest. 

Cody noticed, a breath later, glancing his way, armor splattered with oil and bearing a few new scratches. Obi-Wan grinned at him, feeling wobbly, and, because it seemed like a good idea with another wave of droids about to break over them both, raised two fingers to his lips.

He pressed a kiss to his gloved fingertips and, because it seemed the only thing to do, blew it towards Cody, who just--stood there, looking confused, until the droids came down on them again. 

And, by the time the battle had ended, Obi-Wan had forgotten about the entire event. 

Probably something to do with the concussion the medics insisted that he had. 

#

Cody knew all the hand signals used officially by the GAR in the field. 

He’d learned many of the signals the Jedi used amongst themselves, and picked up more from the independent fighters on worlds like Ryloth. He had what he personally considered to be a broad and comprehensive knowledge base, important in a war where - sometimes - they simply couldn’t speak to convey a plan.

And yet, he had absolutely no idea what his General had tried to tell him earlier on the battlefield.

He knew, well enough, that Obi-Wan had fought in wars before, so perhaps the sign - the press of fingers to lips and then the odd blowing motion - had come from one of them. Cody had no idea and it ate away at him, knowing that he’d missed communication across the field of battle, that he had - quite likely - made things harder or cost men their lives. 

He pressed his lips together, thinking about that, as he went hunting for his General through the halls. They needed to discuss the sign he’d used and any others that he might decide to throw out, so Cody could be prepared, next time.

In the end, he found Obi-Wan in his quarters with the lights dim and the smell of bacta still on his skin; he’d been to the medics already, then. Obi-Wan greeted him warmly enough, invited him in, and then stared at him - blankly - when Cody brought up the sign he’d used on the battlefield.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said, looking honestly puzzled, “what sign did I give you?” 

“This one,” Cody said, and recreated it as well as he could: lips to finger tips, hand titled forward, lips pursed, blow. 

Obi-Wan blinked at him and then, after a beat, a pink tinge spread all across his cheeks. “Ah,” he said, “yes. I recall now.” He leaned back, a little grin stretching across his mouth. “That’s, hm, not precisely a sign for anything, really. Nothing related to a fight, anyway.” 

Cody frowned and asked, because he knew well enough he was missing the context for many of the things nat-borns did, “What’s if for, then?” 

“It’s a flirty gesture,” Obi-Wan said, grin kicking up the corner of his mouth a little further as he tilted his head to the side. “Sorry to make you worry about it, Commander. I hit my head quite hard during the fight and must have simply been unable to think of a better way to communicate how impressed I was with your strategy on the field.” 

Cody knew about flirting, though he’d never attempted to engage in it. He’d never thought much about it.

Which did nothing to explain the slow spread of warmth through his gut as he thought about Obi-Wan--flirting with him across a battlefield. His thoughts spiraled in, tight, as he stood there, until an urge to better understand had him asking, “It implies sending--a kiss to another person?”

“Blowing it to them,” Obi-Wan said, eyes crinkling in the corners, “yes. From your lips to…well. Wherever, I suppose.”

Cody wondered what Obi-Wan’s destination had been, gaze dropping to Obi-Wan’s mouth for a moment before he managed to wrench back control of himself. 

“I see,” he said, looking into Obi-Wan’s bright eyes and imagining knowing what it had meant on the battlefield. It was only a small jump from there to imagining Obi-Wan’s actual lips on his skin and--

And that was something Cody had experience very carefully not thinking about. He cleared his throat and looked to the side. “Should we discuss our new orders?” he asked, tone carefully modulated, and let the moment slip away. 

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[that-gay-jedi]

Really loving this vanilla extract saves Anakin and therefore the Galaxy storyline you've got going on in your polls 😂

Thanks! I got this ask and started writing what I thought would be a few paragraphs and uhhh:

Once upon a time, there was a Jedi named Anakin Skywalker. He was the messiah but he was also a very naughty boy. The fate of the galaxy sat on his shoulders and probably it should have gotten up and sat somewhere else.

Anakin's tastebuds were utterly warped from not cooking bugs before he ate them and from too many years eating ration bars, Obi-Wan's cooking, and unidentified beige squares (the beige squares were, by all accounts, not vanilla flavoured).

Now in those days there was a big ol' war on and nobody was very much pleased. The galaxy had already been circling the drain before the war but now there were overwhelming numbers of droids clanking around everywhere and saying the absolute stupidest shit imaginable or simply repeating "Roger roger" ad nauseam and there was only one way to shut them up (it was with violence).

A lot of very young people who had done absolutely nothing to deserve it died a lot of very gory deaths, all in the name of shutting the droids up. Peaceful civilians turned to refugees and some of the less peaceful ones, or even the simply unlucky, turned to corpses. Oppression and exploitation ran rampant pretty much anywhere that sentients who had anything worth exploiting lacked sufficient money, political clout, or military power to fight back.

When they weren't busy fighting droids, the very young soldiers, doing what young people with too few rights and any shred of free time tend to do, discovered that a number of common baking ingredients had intoxicating or otherwise interesting effects when ingested in unreasonable quantities.

Megnut, for example, one of the central spices in flumpkin spice blends, could in its powdered form be used as a powerful hallucinogen IF one were willing to eat enough of it to hate flumpkin spice until the eventual heat death of the universe. And a spoonful of ground binnamon, though utterly lacking in viability as a drug, was a common enough dare once more conventional intoxicants had already been passed well around as its immense dryness and the immediate violent reactions to its taste were how the physical manifestation of regret entered one's body, hilarious to everyone but the eater.

It was in this manner that the cheapest brands of vanilla extract gained a dubious place of honour on the roster of family-friendly flavourings with a side gig. These contained vanillyl alcohol, ethyl alcohol's gayer, more evil, and more melodramatic cousin, and could get a person blackout drunk within a fairly short amount of time.

Anakin's own legion, the 501st, were no strangers to this sort of experimentation. There were strict orders not to let Anakin set foot in 79's because of an incident that shall remain classified but this did not stop various members of the 501st from getting hammered with him (Anakin also liked to get nailed, but the 501st did not typically join him for it).

Now at a certain point a terrible liquor shortage shook the Republic, and I mean shook. From the most influential senator to the lowest ranking shiny, enough people had been lubricating their sanity with alcohol that Chancellor Palpatine, who was secretly Darth Sidious, who secretly liked spinning in his office chair and tormenting his bodyguards in horrific ways that certainly won't come back to haunt him later, feared rioters on Coruscant would burn the Jedi Temple to the ground before he got a chance to.

And so it was that one fateful evening there was drinking to be done- important drinking, mind you- between battles, but not a drop of drink to be had. No one had flodka, nowhere was selling kniskey, every smuggler was cleaned out of bequila.

There was not, however, any shortage of vanilla extract.

Anakin eyed the bottle more critically than someone who's slurped up a wriggling worm without chewing has any right to, and the men who fought and bled with him appraised him with morbid fascination.

"It's not as bad as you think, sir," said Echo.

"It's worse!" Fives called.

"Quiet, or he'll never drink it."

"Ha! You don't know our general!"

"It can't be any harder to swallow than General Kenobi's-"

"Boys," Anakin cut them off, flattening and raising the palm of his mechanical hand in a gesture for silence.

He unscrewed the white plast cap, the underside of which was stained by the liquid inside. Anakin was pretty sure they were pranking him, but after how bad the last campaign had been, he'd drink it anyway if that's what it took to take their minds off this karking war.

With one last glance sidelong at the label, he tipped the bottle straight to the ceiling and downed its contents in about three expert gulps, then brought his gaze back down to survey each of the men he faced in the dingy little storeroom that currently doubled as command center, rec room, bunker and now bar.

"Whaaa...?"

"I told you!" said Fives.

"You crazy son of a gundark," said Rex.

Having discovered early on that one type of unwanted mental image was an effective cure for another, Anakin gave a satisfied sigh and wiped the corner of his mouth with his gloved right index finger, in a manner juuust provocative enough to invoke the suggestion of having something of General Kenobi's running down his lip instead. The raucous calls from his clone companions assured him he'd hit his mark.

"Get a room, General!" barked Fives, throwing a heavy synthwool sock square against the right side of Anakin's face.

"But Fiivess," said Anakin, suddenly moving and speaking a little more slowly as he took the sock off his face, "you're in it."

Echo stood up rapidly. "Oh kriff, where?"

"Di'kut! Do you actually want to know?"

Rex facepalmed.

Anakin swayed.

He staggered to one of the stacks of boxes, sitting down abruptly on them, knocking over a stack of smaller boxes as he did.

He giggled.

***

Supply lines of normal alcohol had long since been restored by the time Anakin was asked to spy on Chancellor Palpatine, whose hobbies were orchestrating wars in which his dual identities led both sides, using the dark side of the Force, and croquet (he was good at two of the three).

Anakin, however, whose troops had severely underestimated just how warped his tastebuds were, had actually taken a liking to the more flamboyant, eviler alcohol. He still occasionally drank vanilla extract when he wanted to get wasted, sometimes even when there was actual liquor available. It just felt different than being regular drunk, there was no tipsy stage and he'd developed a sick sort of nostalgia for the godawful taste.

Obi-Wan, who had already had his own liver replaced twice due to (non-vanillyl) alcohol consumption since the war began, had very little room to criticize him on it, and even less so while they were busy doing things that would convince Echo his armor would never be clean again if he sat on the same surface. Which they did on nearly every available surface.

Anakin drifted through the streets of a Coruscanti shopping district in a daze. He had been actively avoiding sleep due to the nightmares about people he loved dying, which began whenever he arrived back on Coruscant and receded whenever he was sent to the Mid- or Outer Rim (Darth Sidious arranged these nightmares in the Force during valuable time he could have spent spinning in his office chair, but Anakin didn't know that).

The 501st were currently deployed without him, Obi-Wan and the 212th had already left for Utapau, and the senators Anakin had loosely dubbed "the chaos club" (led by Padme and her friend Bail Organa of Alderaan) were all busy doing senatorial things. Anakin was adrift in a sea of inner conflict and doubts.

The entire row of shops he currently wandered along was too upper class for him, situated in kind of a liminal zone between the Mid Levels and Upper Levels.

He stood out terribly in his plain black and brown Jedi robes and the leather additions that resembled his battle armor just a bit too much for polite company, an uncomfortable reminder to the citizens of Coruscant of the war they'd just as soon block out of their minds with a curtain of shimmersilk and a dozen social calls. But he was enough of a war hero that nobody was daring to say anything.

He kind of wished that at least his weird father figure was in the mood to get drunk. No doubt Palpatine's discerning tastes would involve whiskey that was older than Anakin was and cost a mound of credits equivalent to the GDP of a small planetary system, but all Anakin really wanted was that dreadful cake-making liquid. He smirked at the mental image of offering some to the Chancellor of the Galactic Republic.

Anakin had a lot more trouble releasing anxiety into the Force than some Jedi, but his friends had lovingly taught him techniques they themselves used.

He had Obi-Wan's lessons in moving meditation. The combat skill of situational awareness was taught to clones provided him an easier segue into awareness of the present moment. Padme Amidala, a Nubian to the bone, liked to deal with stress by looking at something beautiful and contemplating the features that went into its aesthetic appeal.

By window shopping, he could combine all three.

The first shop was mostly baby clothes, and he looked away with a jolt in his gut- my fault, dying, dead, all my fault- but the second consisted entirely of upscale cosmetic parts for service droids, which was more up his alley. The third, however.

Home baking supplies.

Coping techniques and anxiety alike forgotten, Anakin's sleep-deprived brain lit up with the brightest idea he'd had since the glorious victory of Kenobi and Skywalker aboard the Invisible Hand.

Using a minor Force trick to make himself appear not invisible, but unremarkable to observing eyes, he stepped into the cute little shop and briefly pretended to scan the 63 different kinds of diced nuts and a bright crimson filling that reminded him just a little too much of a red Sith blade. He reached the aisles of concentrated flavourings.

Quickly and quietly, Anakin used the many swaddling layers of his tunics and oversized robe to help him be a disgrace to the Jedi Order in the pettiest way he could think of.

He bought a pack of Ahsoka's favourite candies at the till to cut down on suspicion, pocketing them in the hopes of seeing her again when all this was over. And then he left, straight faced and still holding up the Force impression of undistinguished mediocrity as his disguise.

Only a few minutes and a few shop doors later, he dropped the Force impression and took off at a run when he realized he was running late to meet with Palpatine.

***

Disheveled after arriving unfashionably late, Anakin settled into his seat in the Chancellor's private box with its premium view of the Mon Calamari water ballet. He'd never been to the Opera House before, and once Palpatine ordered his hangers-on away, it wasn't so bad.

As Palpatine elaborated on his distrust of the Jedi Council, Anakin grew slowly more concerned. Finally, with meaningful eye contact: "They asked you to do something that made you feel dishonest, didn't they?"

Caught off guard, Anakin froze. He wanted out of this conversation.

Palpatine continued. "They asked you to spy on me."

"Excuse me." Anakin held up his index finger in a 'wait' type gesture, left hand rummaging in his robes. He found what he was looking for and, pressing and twisting off the childproof cap, sucked back about 3/4ths of a bottle of vanilla extract.

Palpatine's expression slid gradually from mild surprise to intense curiosity to dawning horror. "My boy, are you quite-"

"Want some?" Realizing he could, by his own actions, turn the deliriously irreverent vision of earlier into a reality, Anakin tilted the remainder of the bottle in Palpatine's direction. "There's more where that came from."

***

An hour and an unspecified amount of vanilla extract later, staggering out of the speeder from the Opera House and back toward Palpatine's office, Anakin was trying to listen to the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise.

Trying to, but Palpatine kept losing the thread of the conversation while attempting to rein in Anakin's drunken antics. The Sith lord had never realized how quickly The Hero With No Fear could become The Hero With No Volume Control.

The Republic Executive Building was nearly deserted at this hour, but it never truly closed- least of all to the Chancellor himself. Anakin's ambulation could scarcely be labeled "walking" along the fine crimson carpet of the corridors, but he kept up with Palpatine easily, if clumsily.

"He could use the midichlorians to create-"

"Life, yeah yeah, you got to this part already. A HUNDRED TIMES!"

Palpatine pursed his lips. "Anakin, if you would let me finish-"

"HE COULD SAVE THE ONES HE LOVED FROM DYING BUT NOT HIMSELF, RIGHT?"

"Yes, that's-"

"WAIT!"

The gaze Anakin fixed on the leader of the "free" galaxy was oddly lucid for one so far from sober. "I GET IT! I GET WHY YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS! YOU KNOW! YOU KNOW ABOUT MY NIGHTMARES! HOW DO YOU KNOW?"

"-I want what's best for you, my boy-"

"DO YOU HAVE THE FORCE?"

Anakin had never reached out to probe the Chancellor's presence in the Force for Force sensitivity before. Had never had reason to. But even Obi-Wan, whose deductive reasoning caught Anakin's secrets more often than anyone's, did not know about the recurring nightmares he had been having.

Now he did so, his focus as uncoordinated as his body, but still enough. Chancellor Palpatine didn't feel Force null, nor was his connection to it minor, but he didn't feel like any Jedi. He was the cold at the peak of the tallest mountain, power solely for power's sake, all the merciless quiet of the ice of Ilum and none of its promise of peace.

Anakin stumbled back.

"YOU DO!"

And.

"YOU'RE! THE! SITH! LORD!"

Anakin wanted to reach for his lightsaber, but the threads of the war were unraveling before him. He laughed, but even suffused with the unnatural levity of intoxication, it wasn’t a pleasant laugh. This was not like the tricks the 501st pulled on him, nor Obi-Wan's snark.

The war was the worst joke anyone had ever told.

"You're were BOTH SIDES!" He hiccuped. "THIS WHOLE TIME!" Painful laughter broke the cadence of his words. "IT... IT WAS YOU!"

"Anakin, please. You're shouting."

Anakin doubled over, clutching his ribs as if to keep them from falling out of his body. This wasn't funny at all, but he couldn't make the laughter stop. "THE WHOLE WAR... WAS YOURS! YOU... YOU WERE FUCKING THE WHOLE GALAXY..."

Everything that had been fought for, everything Jedi and clone and civilian had endured, everything Anakin had survived, everything he'd done, everyone who'd died- a pointless, cruel joke, like a middle finger from the Force itself.

No, not the Force. The middle finger was from Darth Sidious, Chancellor Palpatine, his so-called friend.

"Quiet!" Palpatine's voice had faded from exasperation to genuine fear. "Please, you're going to get us both killed."

Anakin's laughter had turned to convulsing, and he didn't have enough air to speak anymore even if he'd wanted to. His diaphragm was going to break, his lungs were going to shatter his ribcage from inside, his chest was going to implode. And he hoped they would, because he was going to jail for murdering the Chancellor as soon as his body let him.

There were footsteps in the hallway, but Anakin didn't care.

Behind the laughter, a howl of rage was clawing its way up his spine to reach his mouth. His left hand was trembling and in the dead of the Executive Building, hearing the lights buzz, the fingers of his right hand were tearing the fabric of his robes. Hot tears were already springing from Anakin's eyes.

He fixed Sidious with a glare of such naked, undiluted hatred that Sidious reached into his luxurious robes for his lightsaber.

As if in slow motion, he watched red swell behind the foolish Skywalker boy. The white and crimson of the Coruscant Guard first, then the scarlet robes of his own Royal Guards. They filled his field of vision like a spreading bloodstain, flowing until the worst of all the Jedi and the last Dark Lord of the Sith were surrounded.

Holding his blade in front of himself in preparation for electro-staves and countless blaster shots, Sidious regretted not replacing the Royal Guard with Sith acolytes.

And to think, red had always been his favourite colour.

Skywalker had managed to regain enough control of himself to stand up, and Sidious didn't like the blue of his lightsaber much better than the sea of red. Anakin dropped his robe to the floor in a way reminiscent of his master and grandmaster.

"He knows the ways of the Force." Anakin's voice was sluggish, the words coming slower than frozen molasses, but he didn't slur his consonants. "He's been trained to use the dark side."

Security cameras would later reveal that all Corries present gave the slightest of nods, in almost perfect unison, before opening fire.

***

After the death of the Chancellor, Anakin couldn't tell whether he was sobering up or getting drunker. He cried until he laughed, laughed until he screamed, and screamed until the ceiling shuddered and bits of rubble crumbled down around his ears.

Before the foundations could be split apart by his Force scream, someone shoved a hot cup of tea into his hands, awkwardly tucked his discarded robe around his shoulders like a blanket that smelled of blaster vapor and promised him Obi-Wan would be returning from Utapau very very soon.

Their presence was familiar. Fingers numb on the teacup, he looked up into the tired face.

"... Senator... Organa... ?" His voice was hoarse. The long lights that lined the hallway were too bright.

"Interim Chancellor-Elect Organa," said Bail.

Anakin blacked out.

~FIN~

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So a while back @beatrice-otter recommended some Star Wars AU/Time Travel/Fix-its on @fancakeofficial and so I read all of those, and then ended up doing a deeper dive into Clone Wars era fix-its. Possibly because my starting point was time-traveling Obi-Wan stories, most of the stuff I ended up reading was Obi-Wan POV. Please enjoy this list of trends I have noticed in this fic genre.

1. Most likely to have an open marriage where one or both of them are sleeping with Obi-Wan: Bail and Breha Organa

2. Kinkiest married couple: Bail and Breha Organa

3. Tedious married couple where their sex life is left almost entirely to the imagination: Anakin and Padme

4. Obi-Wan is Super Kinky

5. No, Obi-Wan is The Most Vanilla Man On Coruscant Or Any Other Planet

6. Obi-Wan Will Fuck Anything Not Nailed Down And Some Things That Are

7. No, Obi-Wan Is A Virgin

8. YES INCLUDING SATINE HE DID NOT HAVE SEX WITH SATINE

9. NO KORKIE KRYZE IS NOT HIS SON

10. Korkie Kryze is 1000% His Son Neener Neener

11. Cody and Bly are Definitely Jedi-Fuckers

12. No Other Clones are Jedi-Fuckers, For Some Reason

13. Inexplicable Mace Windu-Jango Fett Friendship

14. Inexplicable Jango Fett is a Jedi-Fucker

15. Anakin Is Much Happier Messing Around With Engines and Droids Than Being a Jedi

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[captainsophiestark]

The Best Kind Of Crazy

Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 16 Prompt: "Do you know a way out of here?"

Summary: Y/N's been captured by Separatists, seemingly with no hope of escape. That is, until Padmé Amidala gets captured too. Especially since she's never been one to sit around in a cell waiting for rescue.

Word Count: 1,833

Category: Fluff, Adventure

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I stared, eyes narrowed, watching the woman laying on the floor a few feet from me. She'd been thrown into this cell with me a few minutes ago, and the longer I looked at her, the more confident I became that she was Senator Padmé Amidala.

How she had ended up in a Separatist prison cell was beyond me, but it definitely wasn't good. I was a relatively low-ranking military strategist, and they'd had to go through an armed envoy to get to me.

My attention had just started to wander again when Senator Amidala stirred. She stretched as much as she could in handcuffs, then shot up into a sitting position, eyes wide, when she realized where she was. Her gaze darted from her handcuffs to the cell door to me, and then she narrowed her eyes as her gaze stayed on me.

"Who are you?" she demanded. I gave her a small smile and raised one hand in a little wave. At least, I tried to just wave with one hand, but thanks to my handcuffs it ended up being two-handed.

"Y/N Y/L/N," I said. "Low-ranking GAR strategist and trainee liaison to the Jedi."

She nodded, visibly relaxing when she realized I wouldn't be a threat to her.

"I'm Senator Amidala, but you can call me Padmé," she said with a sigh as she got to her feet. She quickly scanned the room again, then turned back to me. "Do you know a way out of here?"

I huffed a small laugh. "Sorry, no. If I did, I wouldn't have still been sitting here when you arrived."

Padmé nodded, looking a little distracted as her gaze wandered away from me. I obviously didn't know her very well, but I could see the gears turning in her head as she thought.

I just leaned back against the well where I sat, watching Padmé. I'd been going stir crazy for the day I'd been in this cell, and if Padmé wanted to run around kicking the walls, then I would gladly take the distraction from the nothingness.

I was about to make a comment about how unlikely I thought escape would be without help when Padmé reached up and pulled a pin out of her hair. I frowned, curious, as she crossed the room to stand in front of me.

"Hold out your hands, please."

I just watched her for a minute, trying to make sense of the strange request, then complied. What did I have to lose?

Padmé used one hand to grab my cuffs and hold them steady, then started working on the lock with her hairpin with the other. A second later, I heard a click, and they popped open.

I looked up at Padmé in awe as the cuffs dropped from my wrists to the floor. She took my hand and shoved the hairpin into it, then held out her own cuffs to me.

"Come on, we don't have much time. I'll talk you through how to do it."

I just blinked at her for a second, then jumped into action.

"That was... incredible," I said as I worked. A small smile quirked up at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you. Now, focus on feeling the tumblers of the lock. We have to hurry."

It took me MUCH longer than it had taken Padmé, but after a few minutes, the lock on her handcuffs popped open. Padmé had stayed calm and patient the whole time she'd been talking me through the lock picking, and now she quickly shed her cuffs and took the hairpin back. She went over to the cell door, looking both ways before pressing her back against the wall where the door would normally come to rest if it opened.

"Lay down on the floor," she said, patient but firm, to me. "Look as sick and unconscious as you possibly can, and then be ready to move when I tell you to."

I did as she said, my mind still absolutely whirling. What the hell was she planning, and how did she know how to do all this? Did normal politicians learn these things?

I didn't have much time to ponder my questions, because as soon as I closed my eyes on the floor, Padmé started shouting.

"Help! Please! We have a medical emergency!"

My heart started pounding in my chest, and while we didn't currently have a real medical emergency, the chances of my having a heart attack felt pretty high.

I heard grumbling and shuffling coming closer to our cell, but I didn't dare try to open my eyes and investigate.

"Please, help," Padmé repeated, presumably once a guard had come. "We're no use to you if we're dead."

Another grunt, and then I heard the jingling of keys. No. Way.

I kept my eyes shut tight, but I heard the lock turn and the door swing open. Heavy, shuffling footsteps came towards me, but before my panic could get out of hand, I heard a loud thud.

It took every ounce of willpower I possessed, but I didn't move or open my eyes at the sound, or when I heard a louder thud and felt the floor shake a little. Only when I heard Padmé's sigh before she said "okay, let's go" did I look.

My heart nearly stopped again when I found our guard unconscious on the floor, presumably knocked out by Padmé. She pulled his keys off his belt, then came over to offer me a hand. I took it, heart racing for a few different reasons as she pulled me to my feet.

"We have to hurry," she said, glancing around as she darted out of the cell. I shook my head.

"You are a senator," I hissed, trying to keep my voice down as I followed after her despite my shock. "How do you know how to do this?"

Padmé just shrugged and shot a mischievous grin back at me that made my heart melt.

"Lots of practice."

I tried not to think too much about that answer as I followed Padmé, rushing to keep up as she led us from corridor to corridor, ducking and dodging and darting around corners. I could see a hanger full of ships up ahead, and for the first time since Padmé had woken up, I actually had hope that this crazy plan might work.

The same moment I had the thought, I heard voices right ahead of us, rapidly approaching from around a corner. Without hesitating, Padmé grabbed my hand and pulled me with her as she shouldered open a supply closet. We were almost chest to chest in the space, and when she shut the door behind us, we were plunged into near-total darkness.

Padmé held a finger to her lips (which distracted me more than a little) as the voices drew closer. I held my breath, confident we would be discovered, but the voices passed by and got steadily quieter as they disappeared down the hall. We listened until there was dead silence in the hallway, then Padmé waited an extra second before flinging the door open and heading back into the corridor. To my delight, she grabbed my hand again as we moved.

"My ship is in the back of the cargo bay. If you can get the door open while I get ready to fly, we can get out of here."

"On it."

Padmé and I split, reluctantly dropping hands as we moved to different parts of the hanger. My hands flew across the keyboard, and I only spared a half-second glance back to see Padmé climbing the ramp of her ship.

A second later, alarms started blaring. Our captors had realized we were missing, which meant we needed to leave now.

Thankfully, I managed to get the hanger door open. I yanked out a few control pieces to slow down anyone wanting to undo my accomplishment, then took off in a sprint for Padmé's ship.

She appeared on the ramp a moment later looking more stressed than I'd seen her so far. I realized why a moment later as shouts came from behind me and shots bounced off the floor around me.

"Hurry!" cried Padmé, and I poured on as much extra speed as I could manage. I saw Padmé reach behind her back, and a moment later, she had a blaster in-hand and was returning fire on our enemies. Because of course she was.

By some miracle, I made it to the ramp. I rushed past Padmé and slammed the button to close the ramp as she fired off a few more shots before turning and taking off towards the cockpit.

"Come on!" she yelled, waving for me, but I was already following her.

She slammed into the pilot's seat, and I landed next to her in the copilot's a moment later. We sped through all the takeoff protocol together, perfectly in sync, and within minutes we were safely out of the hanger and into hyperspace.

I sank back into my chair once we were officially safe, suddenly exhausted now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Then, I turned to Padmé with a grin.

"You are insane."

Padmé chuckled, suddenly looking a little sheepish.

"Well, we needed to get out of there before they could use us as leverage. And unfortunately, this has happened to me enough that I've developed some skills-"

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't like it," I said, quickly holding up my hands. "You totally saved me, after all. Besides... it was amazing watching you do all of that."

Padmé grinned. "Really?"

"Really," I replied, heat rushing to my face. I just hoped she didn't notice. "And, you know, since you saved me... maybe I could take you out to dinner, once we're back in friendly territory?"

"As a date?"

"Yes?"

Suddenly, my crazy idea of asking the gorgeous, amazing senator on a date seemed far too crazy for the day (despite all the other crazy stuff that had happened). But to my relief, Padmé smiled. I even thought I caught a small blush dusting her cheeks as she met my eyes.

"I'd like that," she said. My heart leapt.

"Really?"

"Yes."

We shared a smile, and then Padmé sighed, her attention turning back to the control panel before us.

"I should probably let a few people know we got out of there," she said. "More than one of my friends and coworkers are the kind of people to dive headfirst into an insane rescue plan if they're told I've been taken hostage without calling me first to verify if it's true."

I laughed. "If they have even half the skillset you do, I think they'll be fine. But yeah, it'd probably be better if it didn't get to that point."

I relaxed back in my seat as Padmé started dialing numbers of GAR leadership, watching the stars fly by around us. By the time we got back to Coruscant, I would have the perfect date planned, ready for the absolute perfect girl.

I couldn't wait.

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[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Fem! Medic Reader) Part 1

Synopsis: The Republic’s decision to hire natural born medics + A certain rookie joining the 501st Legion = Another love(ish) story in a galaxy far far away ... 

Warning: None (Although not proof read) Words: 1.1K  Era: Clone Wars/Bad Batch Note: I will make a masterlist for this when I upload part 2 

The Rishi Station was always lacking in the entertainment department. The dull mental walls were nothing out of the ordinary, nor was the landscape outside the station anything to write home about. Being forbidden to go outside never really helped, the dangerous and normally hungry Rishi Eels always on the hunt for something to eat. So the rookie troopers and Sergeant O'Niner normally had to find things to entertain themselves. Some of them counted the time being the ships coming and going, others told stories of their cadet days. For the Domino Squad things were no different. O'Niner would walk the corridors and inspect barracks at a moments notice, where as Droidbait often walked the landing pad, if only to escape the prison the base had become. 

Fives and Hevy could often be found listening to the something via the Holonet, whilst entering into an arm wrestling tournament. Echo on the other hand took the quiet days to read reg manuals or anything else he could get his hands on. While Cutup could often be found randomly cleaning weapons, doing inventory or messing about with the Gonk Droids keeping them company at the base. The few times the Rookie squad had attempted to pull a few pranks, O'Niner had caught on and shut the ideas down quickly, stating their role on the base was important, even if it was often quiet and well boring. 

"The sooner we leave this place the better" once again muttered Hevy, his feet up on one of the many control panels. As always nothing was going on outside, neither of them had seen a ship in hours. He soon began to think of all the ruthless training each had been put through as cadets, the obstacles they had to overcome in order to graduate. Each of them had been prepared for the cruel battlefield, the endless threat of danger and the weight that would be put on their shoulders. Rishi Station was anything but the battlefield expected. The only danger were the eels outside and the threat of being bored to tears and possible death. 

"Think of something else. Like a night out at 79's if we ever get to Coruscant" commented Cutup, hearing the familiar gonk sound coming from behind him. The droid once again following him, as if a lost pet looking for its owner. "We've all heard stories of the place. The loud music, dancing, drinking, everyone having a good time" added the rookie, stopping the moment he opened his eyes and remembered they were currently stationed at the one place fun didn't seem to exist. Fives soon looked over to Echo, then to Hevy, clearly something passing through his thoughts, although he didn't voice them. 

"I heard the republic were hiring natural born's to help the medics" voiced Droidbait, as he returned from another stroll across the landing pad. Like always nothing interesting going on out there, no ships to speak of. Just the normal sight of Kamino in the distance and a few stars twinkling above. The only movement being the eels looking for something to chow down on. Droidbait soon removed his helmet, taking notice of his brothers attention turning to him quickly. His words clearly being news to them, or at least of interest. But then again hearing the familiar gonk could be interesting at times too. 

"Can they send one here?" exclaimed Hevy, boredom ringing in his voice, as he won another round of arm wrestling against Fives. The only thing they wagered was whom had to check the screen when the time came. If they bet anything at all. "Made whomever they send could lighten things up around here" added the bored clone. In his mind anything was better than being there. The quietness was driving him insane, even the cadet training was far more interesting to remember than being at the station was. 

"Or be bored to tears as quick as we were" announced Fives, although the idea of a medic being stationed with them was something that brought a bit of mischief to him and likely Hevy. Being on the station wasn't something he'd wish on his fellow clone brothers, let alone anyone else. "Who'd wanna be stuck here of all places, nothing ever happens, unless you count Cutup being stalked by the Gonk Droids" added the prankster, his smirk returning moments later upon remembering some of the rule breaking days on Kamino. 

"That's not true. We've got the voices in the empty corridors late at night" stated Echo, chuckling when the others stopped what they'd been doing and turned their attention to him. Even Droidbait looked confused, where as Cutup shook his head in disbelief or acceptance. Fives eyed him carefully, as if trying to determine if his words were a joke or not. 

"You sure it wasn't O'Niner talking in his sleep again?" asked Droidbait, debating whether to take Echo's words seriously, all while waiting to see what Fives reaction was. It wasn't any secret Fives and Echo were the two most likely to pull pranks. Even if Echo did stick to the rules, well most of the time. 

"That's loud snoring doofus" responded Cutup, although he wouldn't say it out loud. He could have sworn he'd heard voices down the vacant halls before. At first he thought it was one of the Gonk droids but soon thought otherwise upon determining the voices were more like a whisper than a single mechanically repeated word. 

"Did the voices say they are dying of boredom?" sarcastically asked Hevy, quickly taking his feet on the panel upon noticing O'Niner enter the area. Each of them saluted their sergeant. The commanding officer likely delivering the reports on his daily inspection of weapons and barracks, as well as the mandatory armor maintenance. O'Niner didn't say anything as he inspected each of them, not even when he noticed the dust on Droidbait's helmet and armor. Instead he simply nodded and left the area again, a hint of a smile on his lips when catching the Gonk droids edging closer to Cutup again. 

"No, they just mentioned how in love with you they are" retorted Fives, picking the conversation up where they left it. Simply adding his own playful comment to it, before looking to the screen close by, once again checking the terrain for any sign of movement or anything that would bring life to the station, besides the normal supply ship. 

"Very funny Fives" commented Hevy, slapping the younger clone on the back of the shoulder, in an equally playful way. A shadow of a smirk appearing on his lips, as his focus returned to Echo, whom was once again lost. Although not in the reg manuals he'd been reading lately, but rather his own thoughts. Although it was anyone's guess what had gripped his rookie mind this time, maybe it was his future aspirations of becoming an Arc Trooper, or new ideas of causing havoc on the otherwise dull moon, likely with Fives's assistance. There was the off chance something else entirely had gripped Echo, perhaps even Droidbait's words of the republic hiring natural born medics had caught his attention. 

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