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biteofcherry · 7 months

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Darkness between the stars

Darth!Steve Rogers x female reader

Author's Note: On my recent wave of feels after Anakin's cameo in Ahsoka, I couldn't stop thinking about powerful Jedi Steve Rogers, who was once galaxy's hope, turning dark. This is very loosely inspired by Anakin's storyline, without going full on Vader-look (because Steve's face is too pretty to cover it with that ugly helmet; sorry, I make the rules here).

summary: You followed your Master when he gave in to the dark side, not believing the twisted values the Emperor spew, but because you couldn't imagine being anywhere other than by Steve's side. Even if you accepted the fact Steve's heart may forever belong to the woman he once loved.

warnings: angst; hurt/comfort; soft dark!Steve Rogers; some power imbalance; choking kink; implied age gap (since Steve was the Reader's Master), but Reader is of age

The threat of thudding footsteps caused a spike of fear among the Imperial officers passing in the corridor outside - you sensed the stench of it. You could easily imagine them scattering away as quickly as possible, or trying to blend with the walls.

As cowardly as it was, it was also wise. Finding yourself in the path of an angry Sith Lord would end badly.

Thankfully, the medical droid stitching up your leg had no real human feelings, so it continued its work without a hitch even as the seal to the med bay opened and Steve stormed in.

All in his towering, dark glory.

Black robe swiping the floor, deadly lightsaber strapped to the utility belt, shiny buckles on the reinforced leather gloves on his hands.

Darth Nomad. Sith Lord.

Once upon a time a great, idealistic Jedi Master, Steve Rogers.

Though the Jedi Order no longer existed and his path had turned dark and bloody, he still remained Steve to you.

Only in privacy. Always in your heart, even as you addressed him as Master or Nomad when other's ears and eyes were on you. He owned you; his claws ran far deeper and clutched stronger than Palpatine’s influence on him.

You harbored a crush on your Master for years, hiding your thoughts and longing every day. As well every night, when you rested in your chamber at the Jedi temple and he returned into the arms of his beloved wife in her lush suite.

When you followed Steve to kneel at the Emperor's feet and pledge loyalty to the dark side, you perfectly sold the lie of the ambitious, proud apprentice who was bitter the Jedi were too weak. You claimed to want to continue your training and be on the winning side, the side of true power.

What you truly wanted was to be with Steve, even if it was only to suffer unrequited love as you helped him drown the world in blood.

The Emperor somehow bought it, or maybe simply thought it useful to have you serve the Empire, no matter your actual motivation.

However, Steve saw right through you.

He didn't confront you right away. Not for months. Until the two of you were on a solo quest, treading through the lush flora of an outer-rim planet, searching for an ancient artifact - much like you used to do as Jedi.

Did he catch you looking at his profile too long? Did he sense the change in your heartbeat whenever he was close? Was your Force bond so strong that he glimpsed into your desperate dreams?

Or maybe Steve simply knew you so well, after all the years.

When he reached for you, when he touched you, you knew it could deepen your later suffering. But you still gave in, if only for one night. If only you could taste him and fall apart under his command this one time.

But it wasn’t just one night. Nor a few chance encounters over the years.

Whatever it was between the two of you, has become a regularity. A wicked norm that sated, as well enhanced the craving that’s been burning inside of you. It seemed there was never enough; the desire for him simmered beneath your skin every day and your desperate love pushed you further into howling darkness.

Eerie, that love was what pushed Steve to the dark side as well.

There were other factors, layers upon layers, but it was the heart that sealed the deal. For the both of you.

Your tragedy was that Steve’s heart would never be yours.

So you fed off on everything else you were given - Steve’s attention, his lust, his protectiveness.

Which was why he stomped through the Executor like a deadly storm cloud - in his case, literally deadly - led by rage.

You knew it was mostly directed at the scum who dared to wound you, but some of it was also at you. For being careless in your small mission, which you attempted to keep secret from him.

His black cloak floated ominously around Steve as he stepped inside; his fingers clenched into fists, stretching the leather of his gloves.

“How serious is the injury?” Even in anger, Steve’s voice remained calm.

You opened your mouth to say it’s not that bad, but he gave you a pointed look that meant he wasn’t talking to you and that you were in serious trouble. The kind that may end with your ass bruised.

“A level two blaster wound to the thigh,” the medical droid reported. “It missed the artery and the muscle will rebuild with the protein enhancer we’ve injected. Patient’s skin has been sutured.”

Steve’s gaze flicked to your bare leg, eyes narrowing as he assessed the dressing over your wound. The droid wasn’t bothered by it, but if a living person was here instead, they’d sweat in fear of his disapproval.

“The patient may experience impaired mobility for the next day. No other complications are expected.”

Steve nodded, his eyes still on your leg. Though his trimmed beard gentled the sharp line of his jaw, you still saw the nervous tick of muscle. Then his gaze shifted along your half-dressed body and settled on your face.

He stepped closer to the bed and cupped your chin. Scent of familiar leather pleasantly dispersed the annoying smell of medical antiseptics.

“I’m gone for two days and you get yourself in trouble, Stardust.” Steve squeezed your chin a tad harder. “Should I keep you at my side at all times, like an irresponsible apprentice freshly in training?”

“Or-” he leaned in; the blue of his eyes searing like his old lightsaber- “maybe I’ll confiscate your weapon and keep you as a bedwarmer only?”

Before you managed to utter I’m sorry for failing, Master, Steve was lifting you in his arms. Stealing your breath with the gesture.

One arm beneath your knees, the other under your back. Your heart stopped for a moment, then rushed in a rapid pattern as he carried you out of the med bay.

It had to be a bizarre sight - the Dark Lord of the Sith, most feared in the whole galaxy Darth Nomad, who snapped necks with a flick of a wrist; was carrying a woman through the Star Dreadnought.

However, no one dared to stare, or even flick a curious glance your way.

Steve showed softness when you both laid spent after fucking, or simply wrapping an arm around your middle when you were sleeping, but he never carried you like that.

Even when he wanted you in a certain position when he fucked you, he either told you to do it the right way, or used the Force to bend your body how he wished.

Being cradled in his arms, out in the open, soothed that deep longing for true care on his part. Taunted you with deep feeling that you knew would never be real.

“Something’s troubling you.” Steve stated when the double-sealed entrance to his (and yours) chambers closed behind you. “And it’s not your injury, I sense.”

He crossed the space to the bedroom, where cold blue light changed into unsettling red that you learned to associate with safety. Black and red used to mean the enemy, the danger, even death, but Steve made you love it. Conditioned you to see it as the setting you belonged in.

“Well, my failure in successfully finishing my deal on Serenno,” you shrugged, but instantly cringed as you felt that lie failed miserably.

You weren’t a bad liar. When it came to Steve, however, it was as if the ability was malfunctioning.

At least ever since he slipped his gloved finger between your lips for the first time and softly commanded you to admit how much you craved him.

You yelped as Steve suddenly dropped you onto the bed. The muscle in your thigh spasmed, sending a painful jolt. Fingers gripping the dark sheets, you breathed through the wave of ache as you lifted your gaze to look at Steve.

His black robe dropped to the floor. He set his lightsaber down on the black, lacquered table, then unbuckled his utility belt. It fell to the floor with a dull thud.

“You do not lie to me, Stardust,” Steve’s glare was a warning as he braced his hands on his hips and waited for your honesty.

The reason hidden deep in your heart could bring you more trouble than withholding the truth from Steve. You feared speaking it aloud may cut you out of Steve’s life completely, if he learned that you were desperate for so much more than his cock.

But there was no way of hiding it from him for long. Not when he was on a hunt to rip that truth out of you.

Steve would get to it one way, or another. One could perhaps be a sexually torturous way, but there was also a chance of him reaping it from your mind with the Force.

You took a deep breath, forcing a cold sheet to form around your fluttering heart and make you seem indifferent to your own emotions, like you did at the beginning of your life on the dark side. Your fingers tightened their grip on the smooth, dark sheets.

“Your gesture startled me,” you admitted. “I know I’m of certain value to you, as a lover and as a former Padawan. Being carried like that, like you cared, incited foolish thoughts in my head.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed as a frown marred his forehead. His head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze never allowing yours to drop.

“Elaborate,” he requested, but you knew that despite the calm tone it was a command.

“It almost ignited a stupid hope to have your heart,” you spat out bitterly, “which would never happen, I’m aware, Master. I know there was only one woman who had your heart and it lies buried with your wife.”

With the woman who wasn’t strong enough to pull him off that edge of destruction, nor had the guts to fall with him and rule by his side.

Steve’s hand shot forward, fingers curled in an open grip. The yank of incredibly powerful Force pulled your body upwards, as if you were a featherlight ragdoll. He made your body flow in the air, inches above the floor.

The pressure around your neck cinched. He wasn’t touching you, yet it felt as if Steve’s gloved fingers were wrapped around the front of your neck, squeezing your throat.

It spiked fear and adrenaline, but also roused your body in ways no other lover ever could.

Your body froze in place right in front of Steve, the Force still keeping you hanging in the air.

“You are right to say my heart was buried with my wife.” Steve growled through clenched teeth. “It’s left in the past that we burned to the ground.”

A gasp escaped your lips as Steve’s hand firmly wrapped around your neck. Though he still used the Force to move your body, it was also his sheer strength behind his movement as he walked you backwards until your back met the wall.

“You’re not in my heart, Stardust, because I no longer have one,” his hot breath tickled your cheek as Steve’s face inched even closer.

“You’re not my love. You’re more. You’re m i n e.”

What filled your heart felt similar to the overwhelming lightness you used to be connected with, once upon a time.

The Force eased back and your body sagged, but Steve’s hand was still firm on your throat. Holding you up as your toes tried to reach the floor and give you some support.

No, he wouldn’t let you down easily. He would drive in the point that he was your support. He was your sustenance. He would hold you up, as well destroy you.

“You’re my fucking everything!”

Steve bit your bottom lip, making you cry out at the sudden sting. Then the flick of his tongue soothed it before he swiped between your parted lips. The way Steve kissed you was more consuming than the darkness you dwelled in; more burning than the lightsaber’s blade.

When he pulled away, your lips were swollen and tingling, and your cunt was pulsing with need.

“You’ll repent for endangering what’s mine-” Steve’s chuckle was a brush of tempting darkness as his free hand slid up your wounded thigh- “tomorrow, when it’s fully healed.”

“Yes, Master,” you moaned as his fingers changed their course and teased your folds beneath the short, medical robe.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #Darth!Steve Rogers #Jedi!Steve Rogers #dark Steve Rogers #(In the aspect of being a Sith Lord)#soft dark Steve Rogers #(when it comes to reader)#Darkness between the stars

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ghostwoe · 5 months

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why does my heart cry

anakin skywalker.

notes — a very short reunion sort of based off ahsoka and anakin’s reunion but in a different way and oh sudden cliffhanger because i wanted to

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a gasp erupted from behind y/n’s lips as they had woken up in a familiar location, one that they held as their favorite spot with anakin. the one right by the lake on their home planet, which they missed dearly as it was one of the first few planets that the deathstar had completely obliterated in the beginning of the empire run by darth vader.

they ran their hand across the soft yet sharp blades of grass as their (e/c) irises stared ahead at the crystal blue water ahead of them with a small blissful grin upon their face. unbeknownst to them, a dark figure was slowly creeping up behind them, a smirk written across the figure’s face. similar to a predator catching their prey.

“you know, i asked him not to destroy this place but he just didn’t want to listen.” the voice reached out towards y/n and their body stood still at the realization of who was behind them. tears threatened to well up in their eyes as they were mentally trying to process the fact that anakin was behind them, as they prayed that it wasn’t just a simple hallucination. yet another trick.

“oh come on, my darling, you’re not going to turn around and look at me?” the voice snapped y/n out of their frozen stance and a grin etched itself upon their lips as they slowly turned around. a small bit of happy laughter escaped from their lips as they saw the dirty blond haired man who was staring back with the same maddening grin.

“oh ani, my love, is that really you?” they had questioned to ensure it wasn’t just another hallucination created by their mind who had deeply missed him. “do you really need to ask that?” the former jedi had replied with a cheeky grin etched upon his face as he stepped closer.

“w-what are you doing here?” they stepped closer and reached out, encasing his pair of gloves hands into their own and giving them a gentle squeeze as the tears were happily falling onto their cheeks at being reunited with their beloved. “oh my sweet angel, you don’t know do you? we’re both dead.”

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagines #anakin skywalker imagine #darth vader x reader #darth vader imagines #darth vader imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars

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jedimandalorian · 7 months

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Ahsoka Episode 7 “Dreams and Madness”: The Story, the Symbolism, and the Score

Here are my notes on episode 7 of Ahsoka.

Soft, ethereal music plays as the episode begins. The score rumbles ominously under the dialogue of the opening scene and fades out as we see that Hera Syndulla is being court-martialed for disobeying orders.

The notion that this particular Star Wars story is really a children’s fairy tale is reiterated in this scene, this time by Senator Xiono: “…this report reads like a child’s fairy tale. Jedi, false Jedi, Star maps, star whales, distant galaxies. Honestly, are we to believe any of it?”

The closed captioning indicates that emotional music is playing when a beloved character from the original Star Wars trilogy appears onscreen. John Williams’ Star Wars Main Title, a.k.a. the Skywalker theme, is heard when See-Threepio enters the courtroom. The tempo of this beloved familiar theme is slower, the notes are more elongated, and the dynamic level is softer than what we are accustomed to hearing when this heroic theme is typically used. Not only does this music indicate Threepio’s association with the Skywalker family, it also represents hope, just as it did when the world first heard it back in 1977 on the soundtrack to Star Wars: A New Hope.

The incidental music continues as Threepio presents a data transcript from Senator Leia Organa saying that she personally sanctioned General Syndulla’s mission to Seatos. In this scene we discover that Leia is the leader of the New Republic’s Defense Council.

Hera’s theme is heard after she thanks Threepio for delivering his important message.

When Mon Mothma and Hera talk after the case has been dismissed, Mon wants to know how real the threat of Thrawn’s return truly is.

“We have to prepare for the worst and hope for the best,” Hera replies as the score’s rumble of low strings segues into intense drumming. Brass instruments play a brief rendition of Ahsoka’s theme as the title card and episode title appear onscreen: “Dreams and Madness.”

Purrgil calls are heard as the massive creatures, along with Ahsoka and Huyang in the T-6 shuttle, travel through hyperspace. Inside the ship we see Ahsoka training with her lightsabers while an old Clone Wars era hologram of Anakin Skywalker plays.

Huyang tells her they are nearing their destination because the star whales’ velocity is slowing down. Ahsoka has returned to the cockpit of her ship when they exit hyperspace and fly straight into a minefield surrounding Peridea. Ahsoka’s Theme and other brass and percussion-heavy action music accompany the whales’ flight through the mines. Ahsoka’s ship is attacked by enemy fighters once they are clear of the minefield.

This is followed by a segue to a scene of the Chimaera docked at the Nightsister fortress. Enoch makes a report to Thrawn about the fighters’ pursuit, and Thrawn receives a report from Morgan Elsbeth about Ahsoka’s former Jedi master’s identity. Anakin Skywalker is a threat that Thrawn has encountered before. Thrawn was, at one time, one of the handful of people who knew that Anakin Skywalker later became the infamous Sith Lord, Darth Vader.

(This tale is told in Timothy Zahn’s novel Thrawn: Alliances.)

The Grand Admiral is determined to be one step ahead of Ahsoka because he expects her to be as unpredictable and dangerous as her former master.

Gentle music plays as Ahsoka flies into the star whale graveyard and Huyang scans for Sabine’s location.

Harp music accompanies a scene change. We see the Noti pods traveling to a different location on Peridea. Ezra is driving one of the larger pods, and a Noti goes inside of the pod, switching places with Sabine, who sits next to Ezra as he drives.

“I never really thought about how much I’ve missed,” Ezra says as Sabine and the Noti baby in the next pod wave at each other. Ezra and Sabine certainly have missed out on a lot of things, especially the time they could have spent together developing their relationship, perhaps a romantic relationship that could have led (and might still lead) to marriage and children. This is the second time Sabine has noticed the Noti baby. This could be foreshadowing that she might become a mother herself one day. Quiet, gentle music accompanies Sabine and Ezra’s conversation. Ezra wants to know how Sabine found him and she replies, “It’s complicated,” a description that also applies to their relationship.

When Ezra asks about Ahsoka, a mournful quotation of Ahsoka’s theme is played by a French horn softly under their dialogue, reminding the audience that Sabine believes Ahsoka is dead, but she doesn’t tell Ezra about this for fear of the questions he might ask.

We hear intense drumming when we see Baylan and Shin riding howlers along with the red-armored bandits. Low rumbles accompany the arrival of the Great Mothers at the henge. Morgan’s Theme (the Nightsister theme) is heard as the three speak in unison, activating their golden orbs, and creating a triangle of red energy to connect them.

When Ahsoka senses Sabine through the Force and calls out to her, the Nightsisters also sense their link. They discover and reveal the location of Ahsoka and Huyang.

When Baylan and Shin find Sabine and Ezra, Baylan tells Shin to contact Thrawn and kill Sabine and Ezra then take her place in the coming Empire. “Your ambition drives you in one direction. My path lies in another,” he says.

Although Baylan’s sinister theme is heard in this scene, when Baylan makes his cryptic remarks, ethereal choral music is heard. I believe that this music is foreshadowing a mystery that this series has yet to reveal. This is a quote from my notes on the previous episode: “Choral music suggesting the mysticism of the fallen Jedi Order is heard as Baylan speaks of Peridea being a realm of ‘dreams and madness’ from old ‘children’s stories come to life.’ Once again, the viewer is reminded that we are being told a fairy tale, a myth.” The big mystery must involve the Force in some way. Perhaps Baylan is seeking a power to help him rebuild, or maybe replace, the old Jedi Order. “Impatience for victory will guarantee defeat” might be a quote he needs to remember later on.

The red garbed alien bandits riding howlers remind me of J. R. R. Tolkien’s warg-riding orcs. The music for this scene is reminiscent of Howard Shore’s score for The Lord of the Rings films, momentarily making use of similar instrumentation, harmonies, and orchestral textures.

Thrawn’s stormtroopers are sent out in Imperial patrol gunships which appear to be a visual callback to the Rebels animated series.

Intense music plays throughout the chase scene and battle that follows it, as Sabine, Ezra, and the Noti defend themselves from the red bandits. As in old Hollywood Westerns, Ezra has the Noti “circle the wagons” (pods) to make a stand. Ahsoka’s ship is shot at by the fighters as she heads towards their location. Sabine and Ezra exit their pod as Shin arrives. Ahsoka makes a sliding leap from the ship as Huyang flies close to the planet’s surface.

We hear the sound of what the Kiners call “alien war horns” as Baylan and Ahsoka’s confrontation begins. This is accompanied by intense drumming.

Sabine offers Ezra his lightsaber and one of her blasters but he refuses, claiming that the Force is his ally.

Ahsoka and Baylan duel. Shin attacks Ezra and he deflects her lightsaber with the Force alone.

Baylan: “You can’t defeat me.”

Ahsoka: “Perhaps I don’t have to.”

Fighters chase the T-6 as Huyang evades their attack. Ahsoka abandons her duel with Baylan, riding away on his howler.

Thrawn wonders why Baylan isn’t at the battle site.

Ezra saves Sabine by using a Force pull to tug her away from Shin. They are surrounded by stormtroopers. Ezra comically tries to convince them to take them as prisoners.

Ahsoka arrives. Ezra and Sabine shoot and blow up several troopers while Shin and Ahsoka fight.

Back at the henge, Thrawn views the mission as a success but Morgan only sees their enemies reunited. The mysterious cargo transfer to the Chimaera is almost complete. We learn that the attack was to keep Thrawn’s enemies distracted. He believes time is on his side.

When the troopers battling the heroes are given orders to move out, Ahsoka tells Shin to surrender her weapon and even offers her help but Shin runs away.

Sabine’s theme is heard when she says “Ahsoka—I thought you were dead.” Ahsoka hugs Ezra. Ezra says he has a feeling that he might be going home after all. One lovely character moment that stood out in this scene was when Ezra comforted a Noti by holding hands with the little creature and speaking quietly to it, like a father soothing a frightened child. (I know I watch every episode with shipper goggles on, but was this more foreshadowing?)

The music here is a version of the end credits music, the variant of Ahsoka’s theme that is heard when all seven of the golden lines on the map reach Peridea. I think that the seven lines may represent Ahsoka, Sabine, Ezra, Huyang, Baylan, Shin, and Morgan. All of the main pieces have been assembled on the board, but who is the chess master? Is it Thrawn, or is it the three Nightmothers who were named after the Fates themselves?

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hannibalzero · 9 months

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Padme Amidalla had gone to Rapture, the idea of helping build a utopian society was to tempting to ignore. She discussed going to Rapture with Anakin. He pouted but gave his blessing to his beloved wife. Padme promised she would be back soon. Saying it would only be a few months and then she would send for them. Padme would build a perfect society for her beloved children. She smiled and waved goodbye at that lighthouse to her crying husband and children.

That was three years ago, progress in Rapture moved very slow. Social reforms, red tape and just helping regular people was difficult. She wouldn’t bring her family to Rapture, not like this. Rapture wasn’t a welcoming place for families, much less children. Padme rubbed her temple with a sigh. She missed them, Luke and Leia. They would be eight now, she longed to see them. Padme bounced slightly as the elevator stopped. Hardly looking up from her book, a man walked in.

Much to Padme’s surprise, people gave the young man in a stripped suit a wide brith. Like he had a sickness or something. He was holding a needle like the horrible little sisters had. Padme tilted her head, why was this man familiar? Shmi leaned over and whispered into Padme’s ear.

“On of the newest developments from Fontaine Futuristics in big daddy technology.” Shmi whispered to her lover. “They call them ‘little papas.’ A coparent to the big daddy.” She gave a shiver. “The whole Adam research creeps me out, adding the big daddy’s makes it worse for me.” Shmi looked away from the young man.

“A little papa. Leave it to Rapture to bastardize all of childhood.” Padme got a look of the man’s face. Why did she recognize him?! A memory came to mind of the same young man in a sweater and glasses helping her children into their backpacks at that prestigious preschool. “Shmi I know him…but how-“ the elevator bounced again and opened to the Arcadia. “Obi-wan kenobi, my children’s preschool teacher.” Padme mumbled under her breath fallowing after him.

“Wait! Padme!” Shmi hissed running after Padme into Arcadia.

Padme fallowed Obi-wan, watching him approach a vent. “Mr. Kenobi! Ben!” She cried out watching as Obi-wan stop what he was doing to look back at the women curiously.

“Hello citizen, how may I assist you?” That accent, it really had to be Ben. “Please keep back, I am about to escort my little children to their Big Daddy. Big Daddy Vader is waiting for us.” His hair was different, went to about his chin. Face clean shaven, that stripped suit even looked tailored onto his body but it was Ben.

“Ben? What are you doing here? You don’t recognize me? Come now, you were a preschool teacher for my children at sunny side. You know Luke and Leia? I’m Padme Amadalla-Skywalker.” She reintroduced to the man with gold glowing eyes holding a horrifying needle.

“Please do not stop me from my work. Have a wonderful day under the sea.” Obi-wan turned back to the vent and knocked.

“Skywalker?” Shmi hissed ignoring the Little Papa now and looking to Padme. “I thought you left him!” She stopped at the sound of knocking. Even the soft knocking of the vent echoed horribly in rapture. “Shit Padme we must go. Before the little-“

It was too late. The giggle of a little girl echoed through the room, then another one but from a little boy.

“Hurry up Luke.” The little girl pulled out of the vent first eyes glowing gold as a little sister’s should.

“Don’t be bossy Leia! I’m stuck behind you!” The little boy crawled out beside her but smiled at Obi-wan. “Hi papa! I’ve missed you.” Luke greeted earning a kiss from Obi-wan.

“Papa! I wanna kiss too!” Leia started to whine but giggled when she got a kiss. “Ohhh we are in Arcadia! I love flowers.” She grinned as Obi-wan helped the twins down.

“Is daddy here?!” Luke looked around holding his own needle while holding Leia’s hand.

“Be kind to each other starlights.” Obi-wan chuckled. “We mustn’t fight.” He cooed before nodding. “Yes, Daddy will be here soon. Any moment now.” Obi-wan fixed Leia’s hair and then took out a handkerchief to clean Luke’s face.

TBC…

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years

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Imagine Padmé and Anakin have a rather happy ending. She gives birth to their twins and her beloved husband does not go into the dark side.

Warnings: none; it’s all fluffy. It’s also a short fic; alternative universe as usual because there’s not gonna be Vader and I’ve been trying to write an Anidala fic for a while, but inspiration has always left me when I needed it. Not sure if it’s good enough for the Anidalas out there but…

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“Do you trust me, Ani?” She asks Anakin. Taking a seat next to him, Padmé is rubbing her husband’s shoulders, trying to find the best way to comfort him.

He’s running his hands over his hair, face bathed in tears. When looking at her, Anakin could see a genuine concern in her features. But it’s not enough to ease the pain theses dreams have been plaguing him. He’s reminded of his mother, how he failed to save her. There surely must be a way to save Padmé, to prevent her from dying in birth.

“I do, my love. But it’s not as simple as that. It’s…” his voice dies out. “I am scared to lose you.”

“This is a thought that haunts me sometimes as well.” She tells him, planting soft kisses in his shoulder, ever so warm. The gaze she casts on her husband is full of love. Padmé searches out for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “But I don’t let this fear to cloud my trust in you, knowing you’ll come back safe and sound to my arms. Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you go? It’s not, Ani.”

There’s more she would like to tell him: the lonely nights she misses his warm, tanned skin; to sleep so protectively in his chest. In truth, she’s as attached to him as he is to her.

When searching for his eyes, Padmé is anxious to see solace in them. She does not wish to see high tide in these irises that are colored like the sea, the perfect mirror to a cloudless blue sky. She does not wish to be drowned in a tempest even her heart battles her reason in doing so: Padmé would do all that is in her power to rescue Anakin from the unknown waters that might take him away from her like a boat that floats away from her.

Anakin then turns his gaze at her, seeing through the composed mask in her face. The unspeakable intensity, the grip into the love she holds onto for him. He gently caresses her cheek, observing how she leans into it and how her eyes always tell more than words could.

“I trust in you.” Anakin softens. “You are much more reasonable than I. But you don’t understand, Padmé. I would do anything that is in my power to prevent you… Padmé!” He interrupts himself when watching her painful expression. “Padmé! By the Maker! What’s going on?”

“I think our child is coming earlier than planned…” She gasps, surprised. “Ani, please, take me to the hospital.”

“But…” Anakin is paled and terrified by the perspective he’d lose her. Fear does tend to petrify even the most reasonable of the people.

“Anakin! We don’t have time to discuss it!” Padmé exclaims, giving him a wake up call.

Anakin nods. He swallows hard and decides to take the risk even though there’s a voice in the back of his mind accusing him of responsibility if she does not survive the labor.

Perhaps guessing his thoughts by reading the paleness in his face, Padmé takes his hand and gives him a painful look.

“Promise me you’re staying with me. Promise me you will not leave my side, Anakin.”

She needs to know. She needs the reassurance. The Senator watches her beloved knight with deep concern as if in her heart there’s a bad feeling trying to make a nest right over it.

“I…” Whatever is in his thought, it dies in the moment she pledges him tenderly, as fearful as he is. They are about to live a long time planned moment—in some ways, anyway—and yet both are emerged in fear. It’s not supposed to be this way. “Of course. When did I ever leave you, my love? I will be with you, all right?”

It feels as if every cloud ceases to rumble, as if every announced tempest is dissipated, as if light brightens the skies. It’s almost as if the high tide has finally left… going back to where it is. Padmé cries, as a result.

“My love”, Anakin’s voice goes a tone higher than planned. “I’m trying to pilot as fast I can. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. These are tears of joy, that is all.” She smiles at him. “I love you, Ani.”

Anakin’s heart is light again.

“Good grief, woman. Your hormones never cease to scare the shit out me.”

She playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh shush, Anakin.”

Where there was fear and panic, there is love and laughter. There’s darkness no more. It is what it is.

And to prove that, as he holds her hand throughout the process, the children are delivered healthily. Both mothers and the twins are doing just fine.

“Twins!” Anakin chuckles nervously, eyeing Padmé relived but also slightly tense. “Twins! Two babies! Not one!”

Though tired as she is, Padmé is happy nonetheless. She laughs at his reaction.

“We are double blessed.” Padmé smiles at him. “We are having a big family, won’t we?”

Anakin raises an eyebrow.

“Quiet your hormones please.” He chuckles as he teases her.

He then holds his princess first. Both Anakin and Padmé agree to name her Leia. She has his eyes. When looking down at her, Anakin is emotional.

“I was right all along.” Anakin tells in an embargoed voice. “Hello there, daddy’s little girl. Welcome to this world. Daddy will always love you.”

Padmé blinks away the tears in her eyes when seeing such a scene right before her. A memory that will always be in her mind: when the man she loves is holding their baby in his arms.

As for her, though, she is holding her boy in his arms.

“I was right too. My maternal instinct told me a boy is on his way. Welcome, my prince. My boy. Luke.” She presses a kiss on top of his temple.

Anakin looks at Padmé holding their son in her arms as he holds little Leia in his, and a happy tears rolls down his cheek. His fears had never proved so wrong. His children prevented his fall to darkness after all.

***

Epilogue.

Padmé is terrified by how Anakin actually allows Luke to pilot this fast.

“Are you out of your mind?! He’s only nine, Anakin!”

Luke, to her dismay, is chuckling as he lands the ship. His eyes are full of joy as his father laughs heartily, ruffling his hair.

“He’s so good at it, Padmé! You should see! Tell your mother, my son, how great skilled you are!” Anakin beams proudly.

“It’s true mama!” Luke runs to Padmé all the while Leia runs to her dad.

She heavily sighs, forced to acknowledge he has much of his father’s skills. Oh dear Maker.

“I’m glad to hear, Luke. But you are a boy, you can’t go out piloting this fast. It’s too dangerous. Besides, you have homework. Come now, young man. Your sister has already done hers.”

“Ugh, fine.”

Padmé laughs quietly, holding his hand as they walk inside.

“You can tell me all about it later, okay?” She is pleased when he beams at her.

In the meanwhile, Leia is now sitting over her father’s shoulders even though she’s not a little girl anymore. Anakin laughs as she giggles happily when he plays with her, before putting her on the ground because, Maker, his back is not the same as it used to be.

“Daddy!” Leia pouts. “One more time, please!”

“Your dad is getting old, Leia.” Anakin laughs loud. He could hear Obi-Wan’s teasings about it. “I still need my back, you know. What do you want to play now?”

As he plays with his daughter and Padmé studies with Luke, another day goes by. When they are finally asleep, Anakin takes Padmé outside their home where stars shine and there’s no Empire because thankfully the Chancellor’s ill doings were stopped and he was arrested for good. Senator Organa was elected in his place and the wars finally end.

So here they are, enjoying the peace they deserve.

“I can’t believe how far we’ve come.” Padmé tells her husband, looking at him with love. “Our children are growing so fast.”

“I think we should lock them inside the house, eh?” Anakin teases her.

She laughs.

“We can’t do that, Anakin. We have to deal with that, you know well.”

Anakin looks deep inside her eyes, lifting her chin whilst he brushes his lips against hers.

“I think we are prepared to grow our family, don’t you think?”

A mischievous smirk twists in the corner of his lips. Padmé blushes, specially because he knows.

“About that…”

Anakin chuckles when resting his hand in her belly.

“I know. Finally! The more the merrier!”

She giggles softly. Her hands are now placed around his neck.

“I love you, Ani.”

“And I, you, my darling wife.”

She does not need to wait further. Anakin kisses her and that is how they end the night together.

#anidala #Star Wars #Star Wars imagine #imagine Star Wars #Padmé Amidala #Anakin Skywalker #Padme x Anakin #Princess Leia #Leia Skywalker #Luke Skywalker

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allthingsfook · 8 months

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I was curious if I could get a ship! I work as a nurse (I really love helping people when they are at their most vulnerable) and am 5’5” have brown eyes, auburn hair and pale skin (I cannot tan at all, I just burn 🤣). I love reading especially Jane Austen. I love Star Wars and I love going to live music shows! I’m most excited to see Hozier this fall! I have a black kitty named Gibson and love fall and winter oddly enough. I also just love spending genuine time with friends whether that be at a bar or at home or somewhere else! Thank you :)

Heyyyy! I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten around to your ships! I have an inbox full that I’m hoping to rock out in the next few days.

I ship you with….

Jake ❤️

To start off, the most attractive thing he’s ever said is if he wasn’t in the music industry, he’d want to work in healthcare…. As a nurse I find that extremely attractive as I’m sure you do as well 😂 I feel like Jake has such an unwavering love of people and distinguished care for others well being. It’s no shock he’d see himself in a healthcare role. Wonder what he would specifically do…. You should let me know what you think!!

Your physical description reminds me of a character from the Victorian era, and to which Jake would constantly reference when complimenting you. How timeless and pure you are. Whether you believe so or not, Jake would always be around to offer his praises.

Over and over again I’ll sing how much of a bookworm Jake is! I can envision Jake retreating to a dim-lit, moody library hidden in the depths of his gorgeous home. Between the two of you, the room would be packed from floor to ceiling with literature. He’d spend hours obsessing over everything from history to lore to autobiographies. Time would often get away from him, and he’d emerge hours later…. Feeling stimulated and refreshed to flip the crisp pages through his fingers. Psssst!!!! Don’t even think about Jake finally breaking down and getting glasses for reading…. 🤭 I’ll torture you and include a visual at the end!!!

All the boys are such nerds, so there is no doubt in my mind Jake would love to sit down and binge Star Wars when he comes home. I can see you setting up a whole experience to make it something Jake thinks about for months afterwards. You’d lower the lights but program the mood lighting to toggle between blue and red. You’d make a nest of pillows and blankets on the couch… don’t forget your Yoda, Chewbacca, and Darth Vader plushies. You’d lay a whole spread of snacks out on the coffee table, Star Wars themed of course! You might even throw your hair in braided buns for him 😉

Compared to Sam and Danny, Jake’s lack of affection toward puppies makes me think he might be a cat guy. He’d obsess over Gibson! Obviously! It would melt your heart to come home to Jake kicking back, strumming his beloved Gibson while Gibson is stretched out at his side! Wouldn’t take long for them to become best buds, and not gunna lie you might be a little jealous of their bond!!!

If Jake were a season, he’d easily either be fall or winter. His whole persona and attitude is so mystic and sometimes cold. Looking back on all the high school photos of him, Jake seems to enjoy winter especially. I’m sure he would love to go on a little winter get away and go skiing, snowboarding or even take you to Frankenmuth for the whole holiday experience!

To round out this ship, all the boys are so dedicated to their friends and family. They would do anything to make them feel special and cherish their relationships. I think Jake, most of all, has a huge soft spot for people close to him. Just judging that on all the matching bracelets and necklaces he shares with his loved ones. I live for all the old photos of him and josh being front row at Kelly’s gigs. Settling down with you and creating a little family, I think he would be more apt to going home to visit mom and dad and his grandparents. Through him you would gain some very special people in your life too.

Well I really hope you enjoyed your ship as you hate to wait an eternity for it! Please let me know what you think! I always love to hear your reactions. It means the world 💕

#greta van fleet #gvfships #gvf #peaceful army #gvf moodboard #songships #gvf fluff #greta van fluff #joshkiszka #jakekiszka #samkiszka #dannywagner

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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doing a self care night with vader :) just taking a nice warm bath (bacta for him:)) just lying together, content in each other’s company

afterwards doing skin care together!! putting salves on his scars and moisturizing his face as he looks at you with pure adoration 😭

once he has his arms on again he combs through your hair and tells you how much he loves you :3

lol sorry for all the asks but there r too many thoughts in my brain :/

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NO PLEASE DONT EVER APOLOGIZE OMG DONT BE SORRY FOR SENDING ME SUCH A BOUNTIFUL FEAST 😩😩😩

I AM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH THIS the fact that he trusts you to be around you so long without his mask??? And enough to where he just looks at you so fondly while you give him some creams?? I AM WEAAAKKKK AND HIM BRUSHING YOUR HAIRRR UGHHHH image tho while he did so he just rattled off on how much he loves you and just how gorgeous/handsome you are to him 🚶🚶🚶 AND HE GIVES YOU A LITTLE MASSAGE TOO GOODNIGHT AMERICA

#soft vader my BELOVED #THE MUTUAL PAMPERING OF EACHOTHER HELPPP #IM SEEING STARS #🦦 anon

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solarlotus · 1 year

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Oh! Please consider: Dimension Travel and De-age fic with Anakin (who just died in luke’s arms) accidentally get punted into the next dimension with the force saving him and basically being deaged to 6 or 7 years old. But like, this world is where his counterpart is the emperor and around 24 years old. He decides to be a little shit and act that Emperor Vader had an affair and had him🤣 (bonus, keeps telling that his other parent is Obi-wan🤣). Please and thank you!

ok, so this was really tough as it's very much not what I usually write but I had a go. There's a lot going on in the prompt so I've taken a bit of it, I hope it's ok. TW implied mpreg.

He was puzzled at first, the light and heat were unfamilar, yet familar. His body was small and agile, his eyesight perfect and the connection with the force total, unrefined and instictive.

It took Anakin Skywalker several days to realise what had happened. He had not joined the cosmic force, he was not at one with Obi Wan as he had hoped to be when he passed. He was in his own seven year old body and his place now seemed to be as the son of the Emperor. The Emperor Vader.

Anakin said nothing. His carers and companions thought he was sick, so he let them think that as he lay in a bed in the bright halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Was this emperor him or a different Vader? And had this Vader fallen as he had. Anakin didn't know. He said nothing for two whole days until he heard a whisper from the twi'let caring for him.

'He needs his omega parent. We should send for Kenobi.'

Anakin's heart soared, Obi Wan lived in this universe, Obi Wan was alive and better still, he had birthed Anakin, in this universe Anakin was more intimately connected with him that any other being on the planet. He had begun crying out for Obi Wan before he even realised he was doing so. Thinking that acting a child would be a challenge Anakin had refrained from speech, but it was surprisingly easy.

'I want Obi Wan!' he cried, pleased as the shocked faces responded to his first utterence in days.

'Your father needs to approve...' the young twi'let began.

'My father will want me well, I need Obi Wan. I need... my mama.'

It was three more days before Obi Wan arrived. He was as perfect as Anakin remembered from when he had first come to the Jedi temple. He was beautiful, copper haired and smooth faced, he radiated light in the Force.

'What has happened?' Obi Wan whispered, gathering Anakin in his arms, cradling his head against his soft chest. 'Ani, you're different, what did he do?'

'Hold me, I'll be fine, just hold me,' Anakin whispered, burying his face in his beloved Obi Wan's neck. He was with Obi Wan, Obi Wan who smelled like clean laundry and milk, Obi Wan who he would listen to and follow this time. They were reborn.

#obikin #anakin skywalker #darth vader #time travel #obi wan kenobi #au #prompt fill #answered asks #fic prompts

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lowkeyanakin · 2 years

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Hi, lovely! How about 4, 5, and 13 for the writer asks? 💙

my beloved!! thanks a lot for the ask, HERE WE GOOO

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

mhhhhh, interesting question! i often find myself rereading laps around the sun because I'm super happy with obi-wan's pov and how soft my two idiots are. then, even if it's basically all hurt no comfort and heavy angst: Battle for the Sun. i just love how pathetic vader is in that one, and it makes me weirdly happy to read about his inner conflict

5. what fic of your own won’t you read?

definitely Shattered, not because i hate it (it's my first sw fic ever) but because i was so BAD at writing. which is to be expected since, before that one, i hadn't written anything in english for six years. i don't read it because i KNOW that i would end up editing it/rewriting it from scratch, but some people enjoyed it even if it was a mess! and that's amazing!

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

ooof this is hard. i write because i need to. it's my coping mechanism, basically, and i'm proud of all the stories i've written recently! on the other hand, there's also the fics i wrote when i was 13-16, and those are atrocious. they're very embarrassing and badly written, and sometimes i'm tempted to just obliterate them from the internet. except, i can't, because they're a testament of how much i've changed and improved in almost ten years!

so yeah, i'm proud of all my ugly children lol

from this ask game!! if you see this, please send more <3

#elisa answers #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #darth vader #ask game #send more pls!!!

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winterlovesong1 · 2 years

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For the fandom ask— Star Wars!

Bless you for asking about this ❤️

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite Character: It’s a tie between Leia Organa, my beloved, and Anakin Skywalker, my extra beloved.

Least Favorite Character: Maybe Palpatine??? I mean he serves his purpose as the ultimate evil but he’s slimy and ick and…

Five Favorite Ships: Anakin/Padme, Han/Leia, Bail/Breha (parental icons), Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru (that Kenobi series really got me justice for them), and Cassian and Jyn Eros.

Character I find most attractive: Anakin Skywalker (Hayden, my beloved), Poe Dameron (hello), Obi-Wan (the beard game is strong), Han Solo (classic ❤️), or Cassian Andor…hey, space has attractive people ok?

Character I would marry: Probably Han Solo - or Anakin pre ending of ROTS/ some alt universe where he doesn’t give in to the dark side…

Character I would be best friends with: I wish I could be cool enough to be best friends with Leia. But I’d probably be best friends with Padme. Or Rey. Maybe I could cuddle my way up to Cassian Andor or Poe Dameron.

A random thought: There is 100% a version of this master timeline where Anakin didn’t choose the dark side, Qui-Gon Jinn is his mentor, his mom is alive cause Qui-Gon got that bet on Tatootine and…

Star Wars is just an endless list of What If’s and that’s what makes it so heartbreaking…

An unpopular opinion: I don’t really like Rey and Kylo…I mean, I kinda get the appeal, but it’s just not my thing..

My canon OTP: Ok, so I have two - Han and Leia as gold standard OTP, and then Anakin and Padme as tragic love story OTP.

My non canon OTP: Why were R2-D2 and C-3PO never a thing? Was it because C-3P0 was so demanding and R2-D2 was a conniving manipulator? I don’t know they feel destined to me…lol

Most Badass Character: I feel like there’s multiple answers for this - Leia Organa, my iconic badass, Anakin/Darth, my tortured heart badass, and then Obi-Wan, my soft Jedi Master badass.

Most Epic Villain: Darth Vader, end of story, no further questions please.

Pairing I’m not a fan of: Going back to the Rey and Kylo of it all…

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Poe and Finn really never got their dues in the sequels. They just didn’t get fleshed out like they deserved. Also, I will always be team justice for Padme.

Favourite Friendship: Finn and Poe! Han and Luke! Anakin and Obi-Wan (though they are more like family in my opinion but still)

Character I most identify with: Probably Rey in the sense she’s constantly trying to “find” herself and I identify with that deeply.

Character I wish I could be: Gosh, if I could be one eight of Leia Organa I would be set.

Send in a fandom ask

#fandom: star wars #ask answered

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movedto-galenmarekstan · 2 years

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—ATTACHMENT, PART ONE summary: attachments, possessions — these things are forbidden to jedi. but the jedi are dead and the boy calling himself starkiller is no jedi. tags: enemies to lovers, mutual pining, redemption a/n: my beloved starkiller fic, back from the dead and better written

The last stormtrooper fell with a dull thud. Your hands trembled around the hilt of your lightsaber.

You closed your eyes, slowing your breathing until the pounding in your ears faded and only once your hands stopped shaking did you deactivate your dualsaber, clipping it to your belt.

Avoiding looking at the bodies of the stormtroopers you had slain, you joined your master in the center of the Imperial station.

Kota was already firing off orders to his men. The soldiers, all seasoned veterans from the Clone Wars, followed his orders without question and started securing the station. You watched as they either completely ignored the bodies or pushed them out of the way like they were dead weight. Like they were never human to begin with. You wondered if you would ever be so unaffected by such a waste of life.

Through your troubled thoughts, a familiar feeling prodded at your mental shields, bringing with it warmth and a sense of slight worry.

You looked to your master to find he was already staring at you, concern etched into his brow. It was obvious he sensed your unease through the bond you shared. Shame from worrying the old man made you drop your gaze to the floor, the artificial world of Nar Shaddaa glittering beneath your boots. You pulled your thoughts close. Kota had enough to worry about without your lack of composure.

“General Kota!” One of the soldiers shouted, drawing your master’s attention away from you. A holoprojection of a light spacecraft of Imperial design appeared before you both. “He’s here.”

Your heart nearly stopped. You could feel it; the darkness creeping closer and closer, stronger than anything you had ever felt before. It could only be Lord Vader.

“I’ve finally drawn you out of hiding.” Kota murmured almost to himself, then ordered, “Lower the containment field on hangar twelve and tell the men to get into position.”

“Yes, General!”

“And you,” Kota turned to face you. “You need to get out of here. Now.”

You thought you would be ready for this. Your master had been certain that two Jedi attacking Imperial targets would be too much to resist for the Emperor’s enforcer, but that day had always felt so far off that it was easy to fool yourself into thinking it would never come. Your training was far from complete and Kota, the man who was both father and teacher to you, was ordering you to abandon him.

The idea alone caused your instincts to scream at you to stay, to fight at his side.

But before you could say a word, he raised his hand and interrupted, “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it. We’ve talked about this, girl. You’re no match for Vader. You will die if you stay here and I’m not going to let that happen. There’s so few of us left.” While Kota’s words were blunt as ever, his voice was gentle as was his grip on your shoulders. He forced you to look him in the eye. “You’ll make a great Jedi someday, but for now; remember what I taught you, stay hidden, and I’ll come find you. I swear it.”

You bowed your head, fighting to speak around the burning in your throat, “Yes, Master. I’ll do as you say.”

Kota gave your shoulders one last squeeze. “Go. He’ll be here soon.”

There was some murmuring and you suddenly remembered you weren’t alone. The soldiers had all paused in their work to watch the scene between you two. But you weren’t embarrassed by the audience. After all, they had watched you grow up ever since Kota took you under his wing.

Each of them had played a role in your childhood; even the most hardened of Kota’s militia had a soft spot for you.

As you walked towards the station’s turbolift, the men and women nodded as you passed or patted you on the back. A few saluted. Kota’s unit was the closest thing you had to a family and the knowledge that most of them would be slaughtered by the Sith Lord settled heavily in your heart like a physical weight.

The lift’s doors opened. But you hesitated at its threshold. A thought pulled at you and you glanced over your shoulder. Kota stood in the room’s center, his lightsaber drawn. You had the most terrible feeling this would be the last time you ever saw him.

“Master!” You called out, prompting a bemused look from him. “May the Force be with you.”

Kota huffed, annoyed in his own affectionate way, “And with you, Padawan.”

Your mind and spirit a little more at peace, you stepped into the lift and let the door slide shut.

“Care to explain what we’re doing here on Onderon?” Juno Eclipse asked as she guided the Rogue Shadow through the planet’s colorful atmosphere. “A planet with a heavy Imperial presence, I might add.”

“Good question.” Starkiller spun around in the co-pilot’s seat to face Kota, who had been unusually taciturn the whole journey to the Japrael system. He kicked the blind man’s boot to get his attention. “What are we here for, General?”

Kota sat back in his seat, inhaling deeply. “My Padawan.”

“You have a Padawan? Since when?” Starkiller couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice. There was no mention of any Padawan in imperial records or PROXY would have warned him before his mission to assassinate Kota. He ignored the lingering guilt that came with that memory.

The old Jedi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “After the Jedi Order fell, I went looking for survivors. The Force brought me to Corellia. I found a little girl, strong in the Force and hiding from Vader’s Inquisitors.” He chuckled at some fond, distant memory. “Clever little thing. Managed to give me the slip a couple times before I proved she could trust me. I took her on as my student and we’ve been together ever since. She has more mastery of the Force than even some members of the Jedi Council did.”

“Approaching Iziz now.” Juno announced, giving Starkiller a pointed look.

“Get to the point, old man.”

Kota frowned at being hurried. “I promised her we would see each other again, but… well��” He gestured to his ruined eyes. “The point is, she’ll join your cause and inspire others to do so as well. I’m sure of it.”

Starkiller thought for a moment. “How do you know for sure she’s here on Onderon?”

“We had a plan in case we were ever separated. If she listened to me, she’ll be here.”

If. Not very reassuring.

Starkiller turned his seat back towards the viewport. They were quickly coming up on the capital city.

He couldn’t think of anything less he wanted to do than hunt down some Padawan on an unfamiliar planet, but building an army to challenge the Emperor had slowed to a crawl with too many potential allies intimidated by the Empire’s strength. Jedi were rare but still highly respected in the galaxy. Some had trusted him almost immediately because of the blue lightsabers he wielded.

The Jedi still meant something to people; a symbol of hope, of justice. He knew he could never live up to that ideal, but if Kota was right about his apprentice…

“Alright, we’ll do this your way, General. Take us down.”

“I’ll get you as close to the city gates as I can.” Juno’s hands flurried over the controls to start the landing sequence. “Good luck finding your Padawan, Master Jedi.”

Starkiller had visited many cities on dozens of different worlds but he had never been anywhere quite like Iziz.

It had been easy to get past the city gates with so many farmers passing through to sell their wares. The stormtroopers on the parapets seemed to be more for show than actually watching the people entering the city. The hordes of people led them through the streets to a sprawling and colorful marketplace.

He could sense the market was the beating heart of Iziz; lifeforms of all kinds making up a bustling crowd, endless shops and stalls in every direction — even street performers plucking instruments or dancing to their own rhythms. A sweet smelling smoke hung in the air, filling his lungs and making his mouth water. And despite the chaos and stormtroopers mingling with the crowd, it was oddly peaceful.

The planet had in small, seemingly insignificant ways, maintained its unique culture in spite of the Imperial occupation.

“So.” Starkiller said once he and Kota reached the market’s center. “Where will we find this Padawan—”

There was no answer and Starkiller turned to find Kota had stopped at a small stall selling colorful fruit. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the old man’s antics as he backtracked, narrowly dodging a group of giggling children running through the street.

“I’ll take two.” He heard Kota say, pointing to a large, plump red-orange fruit. The merchant, a Pantoran man, eyed the covering over Kota’s eyes and then Starkiller as he approached.

Starkiller crossed his arms, glaring at the man. The Pantoran quickly took Kota’s credits and handed over the bagged fruit.

“Can we focus on why we’re here, General?” Starkiller’s patience was already running thin.

Kota’s head snapped towards him as if he was surprised he was still there. “By all means, my boy. No need to wait on me.”

The Jedi walked to a small stone staircase in the shade between two buildings, plopping down on the first step. He pulled one of the fruits from the cloth bag and took a large bite out of it.

Realization dawned on Starkiller. “You have no idea where she is, do you?”

Kota’s chewing slowed. He took his time swallowing, as though considering how much he wanted to share. “Before I lost my connection to the Force, my Padawan and I shared a bond.” He explained, his voice ladened with sadness. “I was always aware of her presence. I knew where she was, what she was feeling. I never thought I would lose that bond so it’s up to you to find her now. I can’t.”

Starkiller scanned the crowd. It was no Coruscant, but the Force still roared with thousands of voices — too many to single one out from the rest. “How do you expect me to find her in all of this?” He demanded, throwing an arm out to the throngs of people.

Kota huffed. “The old fashioned way; by looking.”

Now Starkiller did roll his eyes. “Can you at least tell me what I’m looking for? Is she human?”

“You’ll know her when you see her, boy. She’s strong in the Force — not unlike yourself. It should be easy for you to find a single Padwan in a crowd.”

The old man returned to his fruit, apparently finished doling out sage wisdom.

Starkiller marched away and with no clear direction to go, he joined the flow of the crowd again, wandering through brightly-colored aisles and dodging pushy vendors while keeping an eye out for… something. He slowed to a stop and reached out, allowing his Force to spread throughout the marketplace as a whole. Voices and thoughts that were not his own overwhelmed his senses and he could only endure for a few moments more until he cut himself off.

And there he sensed it; the unmistakable presence of a Jedi. A powerful one. Bright and tranquil, yet it was barely a whisper among the cacophony of life surrounding him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, the beginnings of a migraine throbbing through his skull.

“Hey, civilian!” A modulated voice barked behind him.

Starkiller looked over his shoulder. Two stormtroopers stood behind him, their blaster rifles level to their chests.

“You’re blocking the road.” The trooper on the right said, gesturing with his rifle. “Move along.”

He was not blocking the road. There was plenty of space for them to go around him, but still he mumbled a soft apology and stepped aside, his back pressed against the post of an abandoned stall. He hoped they wouldn’t ask for his identification. He was strong in the Force, but he had never mastered the art of mind tricks and he had a feeling Kota’s Padawan would vanish at the first sign of trouble.

But the stormtroopers didn’t spare him a second glance as they marched past.

Once they were out of earshot, Starkiller sighed in relief and tilted his head back against the wooden post. He followed the troopers with his eyes as their stark white helmets bobbed through the crowd.

Something compelled him to keep his attention on them and there it was again —- a whisper in the Force, growing louder and louder.

His eyes picked out a figure moving through the throngs of people; a woman swathed in light, flowing robes with her face concealed by a low hood, a satchel thrown over her shoulder. She confidently strode past the stormtroopers as one of them stopped to watch her past.

Starkiller straightened up as she came closer. She tilted her head to look at him. Most of her face was hidden by her hood, but he could make out the curve of her cheek, a long thin braid woven with beads and strips of colorful cloth, and there wasn’t a trace of fear in her eyes as she stared back at him.

For one split moment, he could feel the depths of her strength in the Force. He could drown in it.

She turned her head and continued walking.

Starkiller pushed himself off the post, quickly falling into step behind the girl. She walked at an unhurried pace yet he had no doubt she knew she was being followed. But where she was able to move through the crowd with grace, Starkiller kept running into people and resorted to skirting around them and pushing back when they got in his way, ignoring the shouting he left in his wake.

He started gaining ground. The edge of her cloak was just within his reach — then the leg of a massive creature cut him off.

Starkiller stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet. He somehow hadn’t noticed a long caravan of farmers and their beasts of burden moving through the marketplace. The reptilian beasts were slow moving, at least three meters tall, and when he looked through the gaps between them, he could see the Padawan disappearing into the crowd.

She would be gone by the time he found a way around.

Starkiller took a few steps back, gathering the Force. He launched himself over one of the behemoths, landing on his feet on the other side. The beast startled and threw off the load it was carrying, forcing him to roll to avoid being crushed.

The farmer leading the creature shouted at him, but his only focus was on finding the Padawan. He caught sight of her dipping into an alleyway and broke into a sprint after her.

The roar of the crowd faded behind him as he pursued the girl through cramped alleys and empty streets as they raced further and further from the marketplace. But just like before, she somehow kept several steps ahead of him. It was starting to get on his nerves, but he also had to admire her stamina. It had been a long time since a target had challenged him.

But just as he followed her turn into another long alleyway, he was met with empty space. His chest heaved to catch his breath as he looked behind him, confused. There was nowhere for her to have gone.

Then he heard a distinctive hum above him.

Starkiller glanced upwards just in time to draw his lightsaber to block her lightsaber. He used her own momentum to throw her off of him and she rolled into a low crouch beyond his reach, gripping a white-bladed dualsaber with both hands.

Her hood fell away from her face. She glared at him. She shined in the Force. Beautiful in a way he’s ever known.

“I don’t want to hurt you, girl.” He switched off his lightsaber in an attempt to look non-threatening. “But you’re coming with me.

The Jedi dropped her satchel from her shoulder, down to her hand, and hurled it towards his face. Starkiller raised his arm to block it, but the bag was much heavier than he was expecting and he smacked himself in the face, his nose stinging from the blow.

“Ow! What’re you—”

She lunged at him, swinging low. Their blades crashed —blue against white— and they left scorch marks on the narrow walls as they pushed and shoved against each other. She met him blow for blow.

She aimed a kick at his chest and he easily caught her ankle. He could’ve easily cleaved her leg at the knee, but he only threw her off balance.

The Padawan recovered quickly, holding her dualsaber out in a guarded stance. He saw Kota’s training in the way her feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Starkiller advanced, taking his other lightsaber in hand as he charged at her. Unfazed by his change of tactics, she countered his restrained strikes until her onslaught put him on the defensive. She used the wall to launch herself over him but he easily swung his lightsaber behind him, protecting his back from her blade.

Before she could touch the ground, Starkiller pivoted on his heel and thrust his arms out, throwing her out onto the street. Her back hit a stone wall and she landed in a heap on the ground.

He walked slowly towards her. The Padawan groaned in pain, but she still pushed herself to stand, pulling her lightsaber to her with the Force.

“Wait — just listen to me, Jedi.” Starkiller implored, returning his lightsabers to his belt and holding a hand out to her.

She panted for air, eyeing him suspiciously.

“I was sent to find you. Your master—”

“Oh, good. You found her.”

They both snapped their heads towards Kota walking towards them, still holding that stupid bag of fruit.

“…Master?”

You almost didn’t recognize him. Obviously, he hadn’t been taking care of himself; his hair was matted and falling out of a sloppily tied knot, his armor was gone, his clothes torn and a strip of cloth covered his eyes, but what you found most disturbing was that the bond that once flowed so strong between you had gone silent.

It was as if he wasn’t even there.

You slowly lowered your lightsaber. “Master, what’s happened to you? Why can’t I feel you?”

“A lot has happened, Padawan, but we’ll talk about it later.” He said, grabbing your attacker’s shoulder amicably. “This is Starkiler. He’s got a plan to destroy the Empire and we need your help.”

Your gaze shifted back to the man who had chased you all over Iziz. Even without the Force, you would still be able to sense he was incredibly dangerous; his furrowed brow and the way he carried himself so aggressively put you on edge.

The Dark Side clung to him like a second skin. Rotting him from the inside out. How could your master be in league with someone like him?

“Padawan? You alright?” Kota asked, worried at your silence. You hadn’t realized how much you missed his voice until that moment.

“Yes. I’m fine. I just…”

You choked up. You could feel the sting of tears and instead of trying to put into words of how lonely the last few months had been, you rushed to your master and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. Kota grunted in surprise but quickly reciprocated, one hand cradling your head and the other patting your back. Just like he did when you were little.

He… didn’t smell the best but he was warm and alive and that’s all that mattered to you.

Starkiller looked up at the darkening sky to avoid the tender scene happening next to him.

You and Kota let go of eachother. He squeezed your shoulders and you grasped his forearms in return. “C’mon.” He said. “We better get a move on.”

“Wait!” You turned back towards the alley, where your satchel and its contents were thrown on the ground.

Starkiller watched as you rushed over and started gathering your belongings. His nose still throbbed in pain, but it was mostly his bruised ego that made him snap at you, “What do you even have in there? Rocks?”

“Jedi texts, actually.” You said excitedly, ignoring or not even noticing his tone. You placed the tomes in your satchel with great care. “I bought them for almost nothing. I doubt the merchant even realized what they were. One of these was written by Master Yoda over two-hundred…” You trailed off and smiled at him somewhat apologetically. “I’m… sorry. About earlier. Is your face okay?”

Kota tilted his head to Starkiller.

“She hit me in the face with her bag.” Starkiller mumbled.

The old man tossed his head back, barking in laughter.

You flustered, “I thought you were an Inquisitor! And you were the one chasing me! Were you expecting me to be friendly?”

“If you listened to me, we could’ve avoided all this wasted time!”

“Alright, alright — enough you two.” Kota chuckled as he calmed down. “We gotta get out of here before someone comes to check out all the noise. Oh, wait — almost forgot.” He held out the bag he had been holding to you. Inside, you found a perfectly ripe meiloorun; a childhood favorite of yours. “Thought you’d be hungry.”

You could’ve cried from the thoughtful gesture. “Thank you, Master.”

You and Kota set off towards the city gates, Starkiller close behind.

Starkiller’s starship —the Rogue Shadow, he called it— came into view, cleverly hidden amongst the dense foliage of the jungle beyond Iziz. The ship’s lights cast a warm glow but your blood ran cold at the sight of it. You knew that ship. Kota’s hand on your back kept you pushing forward.

“Ah, welcome home, Master!” A slouched, seemingly half-assembled droid greeted as it noticed your group approaching. “I see you were successful in your mission.”

It plodded down the ship’s loading ramp and right up to you, invading your personal space and putting its faceplate uncomfortably close to your face. It felt like he was studying every pore, every flaw.

“Um… hello…?”

You earned only a thoughtful hum in reply.

“PROXY, give her some room, please.” A woman’s voice said and the droid obeyed. The owner of the voice, a tall blonde woman clad in an oil-stained flight suit, stepped out from underneath the ship’s hull. She politely wiped her hand clean on a rag before holding it out to you, smiling warmly. “Juno Eclipse. It’s a pleasure to meet you; General Kota spoke very highly of you.”

You took her hand. You liked her already. At the very least, you knew you would have an easier time with her than Starkiller.

You heard an odd noise, like a machine whirring to life and in the droid’s place stood a perfect mirror image of you, imitating your posture and looking back at you with devoid eyes. You self-consciously tucked your Padawan braid behind your ear. Did you really look like that?

“PROXY, knock it off.” Starkiller ordered and your doppelganger faded away.

“Now that you’re here,” Juno said, “I’ll set you up with a bunk and give you the tour.” She beckoned you to follow her up the loading ramp. Kota gently pushed you towards her, giving you a reassuring nod.

At the top of the ramp, away from Kota and Starkiller’s ears, Juno grabbed your arm and leaned in conspiratorially. “If I’m being completely honest with you,” she whispered, glancing down at the men, “I’m glad there’s another woman joining us. Too much testosterone for my taste.”

You shared a grin before heading inside.

Most of your life has been spent on starships. Kota thought it was wise to constantly keep on the move, especially with a youngling under his care. You grew into adulthood surrounded by stars and the flow of hyperspace; rarely ever feeling dirt, grass or sand beneath your feet.

The ship Kota and his men had traveled in — a relic from their service during the Clone Wars — had truly felt like a home, filled with warmth in the void of space. It was your home and in many ways, always would be.

On the other hand, Starkiller’s ship was cold. Impersonal. A tool to be used and cast aside when it was no longer useful. There was no history etched onto its walls, no personal belongings scattered about — nothing to indicate anybody even lived within the ship’s hull. The ship as a whole felt oppressive and uncomfortable. You doubted you would ever be able to fully relax here.

Once Juno was satisfied you were well acquainted with the layout of the ship, she led you to the cockpit.

The conversation you heard from outside abruptly stopped when the door opened. Kota sat in the co-pilot’s chair with Starkiller standing beside him. They turned their attention to you.

“Master. I think it’s time we had that talk.”

Starkiller bounced his leg impatiently.

Kota and the girl were taking too long. They had shut themselves in the common room, far enough to keep their conversation private but he could still hear the occasional raised voice. The longer they took, the worse his anxiety grew.

“I wonder what they’re talking about…” Juno mused. “You don’t think she suspects that you’re the one who—“

“If she did, I don’t think she would have come willingly.” Starkiller interrupted. He didn’t need to be reminded of what he did that day.

Juno frowned, not nearly as self-assured.

“I like her.” PROXY declared from his corner of the cockpit.

The door to the cockpit hissed open. You stepped through, Kota trailing behind you. You had taken off your cloak, revealing the inconspicuous street clothes you wore underneath and the dualsaber clipped to your belt. You fixed your gaze on Starkiller.

“My master has asked me to help with your training as a Jedi and build your Rebellion.” You said, “I want the Empire gone and the Jedi restored just as much as you do. I want to help you, but you need to be willing to learn from us. So, if you’ll have me, I’ll join in your fight against the Empire.”

Starkiller rose from his seat and held his hand out to you. You looked down at it, smothering the revulsion you felt at the thought of touching him.

But you gave him your hand.

“Welcome to the Rebellion.”

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If you hate Star Wars and its fandom so much, why are you even in it?? Seems like a waste of time, to write so much about things you don't like, every day. And what of people who make posts about things they genuinely enjoy, and who receives notifications from people like you who shit on their posts?

Nonny, the problem is that your side of the fandom doesn’t make it easy for those of us who enjoyed Star Wars before Filoni, Hidalgo, and particularly Disney took over to enjoy the originally established canon characters and stories in the OT and PT movies and novelizations of Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, and Padme Amidala.

Everything that was previously established about their complex and relatable characterizations, their development arcs, their accomplishments, their falls, their motivations, their sympathetic qualities, and their negative qualities keeps getting erased, flanderdized, sanitized, and/or simplified to create a more black-and-white good vs evil narrative of the Jedi Order and Republic government being “Completely Blameless” and Anakin/Vader being “Completely pure evil.”

However, Disney still can’t completely erase the fact that the Jedi Council failed Anakin as parents/guardians in the narrative because then he’d have no reason to fall at all. Yet, I still see people on your side of the fandom, the “official Disney canon” side of the fandom, denying that the Council willfully neglected Anakin’s well-being and enabled Palpatine, a powerful politician, who they sensed was shady from the beginning, to have unsupervised access to him when he was a child under their care because they were too cowardly to do the right thing when he threatened to destroy their reputation if they didn’t. Also, while it was risky for Mace and the Council to say no, the Jedi Order are beloved by the entire Republic. Sure, it wouldn’t look great if they said no to the Chancellor to protect their public image for a bit, but they could easily have gained it back because everyone loved them.

Everything about Luke saving the day in the OT to fix everything that was wrong about the system in the PT by breaking the cycle of systematic abuse, crime, corruption, and reforming the Jedi system to create a healthy balance, has been made pointless with the ST movies, so that they could insert Rey as the main protagonist, and do some forced Reylo romance.

I follow the Anakin Skywalker tag on tumblr, and a defense of the Council’s willful negligence of his well-being in regards to a powerful politician, who they knew was shady, to protect their public image, is the first top post I see on my dashboard with over 400 likes and reblogs of people unbelievably agreeing with the OP. Everything I see with over a hundred likes are metas of him being “pure evil,” the poster boy for toxic masculinity, and a “himbo,” in TCW, Disney, and even the PT and OT movies where he is specifically not toxically masculine until having a complete mental breakdown and going dark. He’s not innocent, far from it, even before falling to the dark side, but everything that made it feel even more worth it that Luke saved him and Padme ever loved him at all, in spite of all the awful things he did that cannot be excused, in the OG and PT, that Lucas had in mind, keeps getting undermined and/or erased in your canonized fanon. His neurodivergence keeps getting erased. His soft and awkward romantic side with Padme before becoming Vader keeps getting undermined to that one scene where he choked her in a blind rage and paranoia over potential abandonment when he was high on the dark side for the first time, and thought she had brought Obi Wan to kill him when the point was that, while not okay at all, he was completely out of his mind. They are trying to imply that it was easier for him to kill Sidious and escape than it actually was in your Disney canon, even though Lucas stated that he had been weakened previously.

We try to stay in our lane, but your “hot takes” that defend the Jedi Council’s child abuse, child neglect, child conscription, self-righteous bullying, slavery of the clones, enablement of slavery on the outer rims, and so on in regards to the Republic and Order, even when it shows up in your Disney™️ and TCW (08-19) canon, have overtaken most of our dashboards on tumblr and the media. We’re forced to deal with your fanon being canonized all the time after years of your bitching about the PT movies, so I don’t know why it’s such a big deal for you to have deal with us pointing it out when you’re condoning Obi Wan’s and the Jedi Council’s canonical problems by jumping on to your posts to do so. It’s what you did to most of us in the Anakin/Vader OT and PT movie and novelization fandom for “woobifying” him, even though he was originally written to be a complex anti-villain, tragic hero, tragic villain, and Byronic Hero type by George Lucas, starting from ESB, which is kind of the whole point of those characters, but you’re forever pissed off and in-denial that he wasn’t the one note cartoon villain you thought he was going to be when you first saw “A New Hope.” You’re forever bitter that Vader power fantasy cyborg killer machine was all just an illusion to cover up a very broken, deeply emotionally/psychologically damaged, and tragic complex character, so now, Filoni, Hidalgo, and Disney is catering to you guys by attempting to change the narrative to appease you guys by cartoon vilifying Anakin/Vader, except when they can’t.

#star wars anon #you gave us no ability to feel safe in this fandom anon #anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #star wars prequels #anti disney star wars #anti tcw 08 #anti Dave filoni #anti Pablo Hidalgo #Jedi critical

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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Stars //Sith!Obi-Wan x Pregnant!Reader

Request: Heya! First of all, I just want to say, wow!!! I loved wvry word of the Vader x Reader you did, and reading your notes, I really don't mind it as an AU! I've never really read anything to do with Sith Obi-Wan before, though to be fair I only just got into Star Wars again 😅 This isn't really a request, but from what I can see from your posts, you seem to really like Obi-Wan, well, Ewan Mcgregor in general 😂I wanted to ask if you could write another x Reader, but this time a Sith Obi-Wan AU?Thanks for reading! -Red ❤ p.s, @rey-is-not-a-skywalker, you're welcome for requesting the sith x reader, I guess you're obsessed as I am 😂 p.s the second, I'm loving the new pfp!

Requested by: Red

Summary: The reader has some news for Sith Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: The reader is AFAB, pregnancy

Words: 1.7K

Notes: You would be correct in assuming I love Obi-Wan and Ewan McGregor as a whole. Also I’m glad you like the new pfp! I am also in love with it! :) Did I self indulge with this oneshot? I think you know the answer. Leave me alone, I am too much of a simp at this point. I have never been pregnant, so some of this may be inaccurate.

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An old Jedi’s fall from grace was a never a pretty sight to see, it was no glorious tale to tell from any side. It was full of hurt, pain, hatred, suffering. This was more than true for the fallen Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. His downfall was the least expected out of those who turned away from the light, he had always been the most loyal of men, the most faithful of soldiers. Perhaps, in part at least, this was what drove him away from his original allegiance. He was an exceptional leader of course, the most fantastic of generals, but besides that, in the larger picture, to the Jedi Order as a whole he was nothing more than a faceless defender of the galaxy. Just another of the tens of thousands Jedi. Another factor that led to the man’s path to the dark side, was you. What you made him feel. The passion, the love. An indescribable feeling, all he could say about it was that it was truly wonderful. He did not mind the fear, or the hatred that came with it, for you made it all worth it. The massive highs compared to the lows outweighed them greatly, and thus he gave it all for and to you. His passion, his loyalty, his love. Everything he had, every fiber of his being, he gave it all to you. If he could turn the worlds on theirs heads, and you gave the word, he’d do it.

You had initially been shocked at the man’s sudden change of life-plans and of loyalty. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you began to convince yourself, perhaps he had made the right choice. He wasn’t so uptight in regards to public affection now- he’d often smother you with kisses in front of company, or hold your arm or hand as you wander about in cities or halls. Despite the Sith being the darker beings of the Force, the life you now lived was almost... Peaceful. After a while, you very much enjoyed it. There weren’t so many rules now, and you both felt free. Though, not everything about your new life was free or peaceful. There were times that Obi-Wan was pulled away from you much like in the way he was during the times of the Republic and the Jedi Order. He’d be wrenched from your embrace for weeks or months at a time, and the holocom conversations you shared were not the same as actual conversations. The comforting presence you both gave to one another were missing, and it was painfully obvious to the pair of you.

One particular night, whilst Obi-Wan had been away, you were staring out at the stars- each of them twinkling from their position on the blanket of the night from their positions thousands of light-years away. They fascinated you every night, though you knew some of the planetary systems by name and had visited a few yourself, you couldn’t help but imagine what could be hiding away on them, what could be awaiting discovery. They also distracted you from something plaguing your mind on this particular night, something you needed to get off of your chest. It had been bothering you more and more over the last few days, ever since you had made the discovery.

You are brought from your train of thought by the bleeping of your comm. You move leisurely to answer it, there was only one person who could be calling you at this time of night, but you knew he wouldn’t mind you taking a moment longer than usual. You answer your lover’s call, and a murmur on the other end of the line hushes- he must have been talking to someone as he awaited your answer. “Ah, my beloved.. I thought you had fallen asleep.” He mused quietly, his smug expression clear even through the blue hologram, and you can’t help but chuckle at him. “No. I was looking out at the stars,” You tell him, plainly. Sunsets and night skies held a special place in both of your hearts; you had spent many nights on Coruscant looking out at them, telling each other the wishes you had made on shooting stars that you rarely saw. You heard Obi-Wan sighed quietly. He knew your habits when he was away, and what they meant. “I should be returning soon, my dear.” He assured you, lowering his voice to nothing more than a whisper. “I am trying to get this done, you know, but it’s not as easy as-” “I know, I know.” You cut him off, wrapping your arms around yourself, looking down at the floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Obi-Wan’s brows furrows, clearly he’s noticed your odd behaviour.

“Something’s bothering you.” Obi-Wan notes, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his long robe. “Tell me,” He demanded. Though his tone was soft, it was still very much a command. You start to shake your head at him. “I would rather not... Not over the comm.” You start, looking over to his projection. He looks even more concerned than before- partially because you disobeyed an order from him, and partially because you were willingly withholding information from him. You never did either of those things, not with him. You were both in balance, and trusted each other completely. He knew this had to be incredibly serious for you to say something like this. “Then I shall return immediately.” He no longer cared for his assignment; he would much prefer that he knew you were safe and out of harm’s way. You start to shake your head more frantically. “No, Kenobi- you must finish the task the Emperor has given you, he-” “Can wait.” Obi-Wan finished abruptly. You could tell from the way he stood and held himself- chest out, shoulders back, spine rigid and straight- that he could not be swayed on this. “He can wait.” He repeated, wanting the words to sink in, for you more than himself. “I will be returning, whether you agree with me or not. I will be back by the morning.” And with that, those final harsh words, he ended the call. You sighed quietly, running your hands over your face in exasperation and stress. You hadn’t wanted to pull your lover away from the mission he had been given, you had wanted to wait just a few more days till he returned as had been planned. You sighed deeply, moving away from the comm, heading towards bed as you strip off your clothes. You nestle under the covers, wrapping your arms around yourself for some comfort.

By morning, you were well rested. As your eyes started to crack and flutter open, you became acutely aware of the arm around your waist, and the head buried into the back of your neck. You shuffle slightly to look over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the peaceful expression on the face of the sleeping man behind you. By rights, you didn’t even have to turn over to know that it was Obi-Wan, you knew the feel of his aura and his touch. Still, it provided a sense of comfort, knowing with more certainty that it was him. You shuffle round to face him fully, brushing some of his auburn locks away from his closed eyes. His nose scrunches ever so slightly at the contact; and he too starts to wake up. It’s a slow process for him, and always had been. Even during his time serving the Order; though your mornings together were few and far between, you had noticed this little pattern of his. His eyes crack open like yours had done, and a drowsy smile moves over his lips. “Good morning, darling...” He yawned softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw. “You look stunning...” He told you, his lips still pressed against your skin as he gave you the compliment- no doubt the first of many that morning. “You flatter me, Obi..” You murmur in reply, and presses kiss after feather-light kiss over your jaw and neck. “I speak only the truth for you, my love...” He trailed off for a moment, as he started to push himself up onto his elbows. “Now... Onto business...” He mused, “You still need to tell me what’s bothering you.” He pointed out, and he was right, as he often was. “So, I would start talking, my dear.”

Though his demeanour is playful, you know you shouldn’t argue this time around. You sit up, leaning against your pillows as your try to think of how to start talking about your recent discovery- despite it’s wonderful connotations, it was not as easy as one might think. “Obi...” You begin. “Darling.” He replied, hardly missing a beat. “I have some... Rather pleasing news.” He nods, prompting you to continue. “You... Are going to be a father.” It takes him a moment to actually register your words, for their meaning to sink in. He practically tackles you back into the bed when it clicks somewhere in his mind, the widest smile on his face. He’s laughing breathlessly, hardly able to believe the news or contain his excitement because of it. “Is it so?” He asked, his hand splaying over your stomach as he spoke. “My, my...” He mumbled- and it was moments like this that showed how much he had changed from his old ways. Had you given such news to him whilst he was still a Jedi- he would have panicked at first, asked if you wished to keep the child, and if you had done he would have likely asked you to leave to a slightly more rural planetary system. He had no fear now, and so didn’t need to ask you. He accepts it with ease in these times, and is more than happy to receive such news. He had no fear in rearing a child now, so long as you wished for it too. He paused as this thought washed over him, then gave you a curious look. “Are we... Keeping the child?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think we could be wonderful parents... If you’re not away so much.” You poke your finger into his chest. “Alright... I will discuss it...” He mused, resting his head near you abdomen, gazing at it in wonder. He could hardly believe that your child- the fruits of both of you- was growing there, and he was more than just excited to meet his child. He pulled you close again, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances as the morning wound on, till you eventually fell asleep again in his arms, comforted by his presence.

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