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blushing-in-space · 1 month

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Deception

-> anakin skywalker

Summary: [Based on Clone Wars; S4 Ep15] As a Jedi Knight, it’s part of your duty to follow the orders of the Jedi Council, no matter how taxing or dangerous the task. You are given a highly classified mission that not only may end in your death but requires complete secrecy from everyone- Even your lover Anakin Skywalker.

Warnings: ANGST, Death, murder, blood, slight gore, loss of loved ones, grieving process. Probably inaccurate use of the force and force healing

-> I looked at the message before me, brows furrowed. No, this couldn’t be right… Would the Jedi Council ask this of me? Something so classified sounds like it should be a mission of a Jedi Master, not a knight like me.

Mace Windu’s face was all the answer I needed. His eyes were slits as he looked down at me, face set seriously. His fellow council members had a similar expression.

“It is of the utmost importance no word spoken here leaves this room. Is that understood, [name]?” Windu repeats to me.

I have no choice but to nod my head. I serve the Galactic Republic, I cannot let my relationships meddle in my duties as a Jedi Knight.

I bowed my head, “Yes, masters. It will be done.”

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“What’s the big rush?” Anakin smirks as I carry myself hastily down the dimly lit alleyway we always take when returning to the Jedi Temple from the port.

Ahsoka trails behind us both, thankfully oblivious to Anakin’s wandering hands. I did not agree to her being here and had suggested she take the shuttle home, knowing it would be safer for the young padawan. But like her master, Ahsoka was stubborn and determined to join us for the meeting I had lied about. I feared for her safety- I hope she will not be there when the time comes.

I glance over at Anakin, forcing a playful smile to adorn my lips as I would have in normal circumstances. “I’m not rushing. I’m just trying to get to the council meeting on time.”

I ignore Anakin as he rolls his eyes. “I can see it now- another boring debate I’ll sleep through,” he sighs, though his eyes linger on me and I can’t help but notice it.

We fell for each other when we were just padawans, and have remained loving by one another’s side for almost four years. While I was fairly good at hiding stolen looks and the brush of our hands, Anakin on the other hand doesn’t seem to understand the strategy of hiding our relationship.

He struggles more than I do with our relationship. It frustrates him so easily when he cannot pull me into a kiss after not seeing me for weeks, or to just wrap his arm around me as we walk as I can tell he wants to do now. I’ve known from the start about Anakin’s unusually strong emotional side for a Jedi. That is what makes me especially nervous for tonight.

“Luckily I’ll have you to keep my company,” Anakin mutters to me in a quiet and husky tone, his hand reaching to touch the crease of my waist.

I shoot him a look of warning, glancing over at Ahsoka who was just a few steps behind him. He’s lucky she happened to be looking away and had not looked too deeply into his words.

“If it's so boring for you, would you rather them call you in to train younglings?” I look smugly over my shoulder to Anakin, who grimaces at my comment while Ahsoka huffs a light laugh.

“I think you would enjoy that, master,” Ahsoka quips sarcastically as she steps to Anakin’s side, and he scuffs and looks away from his apprentice.

“As I thought.”

I try to keep up a high-spirited mood while with Anakin before my time comes to act. I see Anakin smiling, his lips parted to make another smart-assed comment. I give him a cheeky smile. After tonight I won’t see him again for yet another long week. And I know that week will be devastating for him.

He doesn’t hide anything from me. He’s told me how he held his mother in his arms and watched the life drain from her eyes. I’m aware he fears the same fate will reach another of his loved ones. Every time I leave for a battle I promise to him I’ll be safe and will return safely to his arms. Now I have been gagged by the Jedi Council from telling him the truth of what I must do. The guilt is almost unbearable having to keep such a secret from my own lover.

Anakin’s blue eyes search mine, I feel him wield the force to poke into my mind. I raise a brow at his perceptiveness. Does he know? I shake him, cutting off his access to my mind through the force. I don’t like it when he does that and he knows it. His brows furrow as he feels the loss of our connection, but he does not pry at my barrier. I nod to him in a silent already broken promise that we will talk later.

Our unspoken words distracted me so much that I almost wouldn’t have sensed the blaster shot coming toward me if Ahsoka had not warned me.

I roll to the side, taking cover behind the nearby crates. I whip my head around to see Anakin and Ahsoka have done the same, both of their backs pinned to the crates opposite of me. My blood pumps furiously through my veins. I should have let the shot take me down. The first and undeniable worst part of my mission would already be over.

“Where’d that shot come from?” Ahsoka yells, voice riddled with panic as she looks from me to the roof of an apartment building in the distance.

I show no concern as I peek my head over the crates, catching a glimpse of the bright blinding light of the sniper who had tried to kill me just then. Who I should have let kill me. My heart would be pounding in my chest if it weren’t for the drug I had taken before leaving that would suppress my heartbeat.

I shake off any fear. I won’t die today- I’m following my orders. My duty as a Jedi comes before anything else. Anakin will understand that when I return. I glance over at him and Ahsoka behind the crates opposite of me, and single them to follow my lead. Neither of them questioned my plan for us to split up over on the rooftop.

I feel Anakin trying to push into my mind as I roll behind the next set of crates, another blaster shot barely missing me. I feel his anxiousness about the situation, either for me being in danger or his padawan, I’m not sure. I just feel guilty for what I’m about to put him through.

I climb to the rooftop, keeping my cover as I deflect a shot back at the assassin to not rouse suspicion. I see Anakin has done as I asked him, for once in his life, and spot him heading to flank the shooter. Ahsoka jumps from rooftop to rooftop, taking the back approach to the shooter. I realize my time is running out to start this mission.

Anakin races on the rooftop across from me, taking cover at the same time as I do. He catches my eyes, blue eyes blazing across the darkness of the Coruscant alleyway. He’s going to dart around to get the shooter. I know he is.

“He’s behind the building!” Ahsoka coms to both me and Anakin, and I know this is where I must end this chase.

Anakin’s head whips around to the building across from us, eyes narrowed and his hand goes to grip his saber. I suck in a breath, closing my eyes as I prepare for the pain. I pray to the Maker the blaster-proof vest will be enough to save me from the real threat of death.

I block Anakin completely from my mind before stepping into the wide-open space as a red light hits my chest.

“[name]!” I hear Anakin scream as the assassin's blaster finally hits me, unexpectedly knocking me so far back I fall from the edge of the building and into sudden darkness.

Ahsoka’s heart sinks seeing Master [name] fall from the edge as she rounds the corner. She looks up to see her Master immediately trying to follow [name], attempting to run from his cover but having to soon duck as a blaster shot flies past his face.

“I got her! Go!” Ahsoka called out to Anakin, hiding the fear in her voice as she looked up at him.

Anakin’s eyes widen as he looks down at her, and his face seems to drain of color for a moment. He’s afraid. Ahsoka so rarely sees real fear on her master's face. No matter the battle or injury. His demeanor never falters. His expression is always lax and words smooth, even as he’s faced with danger, but in this moment Ahsoka does not see that familiar bravery in her master now. That is what scares her the most.

She doesn’t watch long enough to notice how Anakin hesitates for far too long before he chases whoever shot [name], she has no time to do anything but rush to the Jedi Knight's side. [name]’s body is completely limp in a pile of boxes and trash, left arm twisted unnaturally. There’s no blood, but a black mark is burned into the knight’s white-robed chest.

Ahsoka pulls [name]’s body from the rumble, panicking when she does not awake. She lifts the knight's head into her lap but freezes her finger above [name’s] neck to check for a pulse. She fears she knows the answer. Ahsoka has watched people die. Despite her age, she’s a commander- she sees death every day. But never someone so close to her. Someone she regarded as a friend. As a sister.

“Master?” Ahsoka whispers as she finally puts her fingers to the soft spot on [name]’s neck. She gulps as she feels nothing, then tries the curve of her wrist. Then feels nothing again. She sucks in a breath as her eyes become glassy at the sight.

Ahsoka hears Anakin drop from the roof and run down to her. “How is she?” He pants, wild blue eyes looking down at them.

Ahsoka can barely move her head to look up at him, and when she does, she nearly lets tears fall. She doesn’t know if she has the words to say it. She knows Anakin and [name] were padawans together. She knows how close the pair are. She only pretends to be blind to her master’s deep attachment to the other Jedi knight for his sake. That’s why she can hardly hold it together when he crouches down to see [name] completely unresponsive.

“[name]?” Anakin says, voice rattling.

Ahsoka doesn’t fight him as he takes [name] from her arms and holds her in his. He brushes her hair away from her face to reveal her eyes closed with death. Ahsoka watches her master's eyes fill with grief as he clutches her body to him.

“[name]!” He yells louder this time, desperately shaking her shoulders. He puts his hands over the black mark on her chest and continuously presses down on it in a failed attempt to start back [names] still heart. Ahsoka can’t look anymore. She can’t watch her master hopelessly revive a dead woman.

Ahsoka stands and runs away when Anakin calls out her name again, tears now falling from his eyes as he stares at his lover's dead body.

He had to hand her body off to the authorities when they arrived. He had to explain what happened all while pretending he didn’t just lose his wife.

The hardest challenge of his life wasn’t fighting Count Dooku or leading the largest battalion in the Republic Military- it was returning to the Jedi Temple with nothing to show for his lover's existence but her blood on his robes and her lightsaber.

[name] was supposed to come to his quarters tonight after the meeting. They hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, each being assigned to different planets, but each immediately returned to the other, as always. His fears of her usually vanish once he is reunited with her after their respective missions. He always assumes she’s safe when she comes home. He’d never thought of the possibility of her dying on his watch.

He wished he could have been with her body longer, but as soon as he saw the flash of red and blue lights he had to wipe his tears and place her body on the stretcher and watch as the medics pulled the sheet over her. Once the door to his quarters hissed shut he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He sat at the edge of the bed, and unclipped [names] lightsaber from his belt. He ran his flesh hand along the customized hilt and ignited the saber of his lover. He could almost picture her beautiful face behind the [color] glow, a smirk on her lips before she jumped into battle. His eyes filled with tears as he un-ignited it and the color vanished.

It felt like when his mother died all over again. Again, he failed to protect someone. Again, someone he loved died in his arms. The only difference was there was no one he could get revenge on for the needless death. The assassin had retreated like a coward after firing the blaster. Anakin’s not even sure if the assassin killed her instantly. Perhaps it had been the fall that took her life.

Anakin’s heart ached when sleeping alone that night. He had been looking forward to feeling the warmth of [name] beside him since he had first been sent to Krios. Now he’ll never feel [name] again. If he had just got to the assassin in time she’d still be here!

Anakin’s eyes burned with tears of fury. He had no idea who the shooter was but he would hunt the bastard down after [name]’s funeral. To hell with the Jedi Code- revenge was the only way Anakin could bring himself and Eria peace!

Anakin felt himself slipping, but he had no motivation to crawl back toward the light when [name] wasn’t there waiting for him.

Eria thought she had severed her connection to Anakin, but when she finally woke up she felt the overwhelming grief and anger of her husband. It was so strong for a moment she confused it as her own. Those emotions were quickly replaced by the ache in her chest and the pain of her defiantly broken arm.

Her tears were gulped down as the medical droid healed her wounds. The droid asked if she was experiencing emotional pain, and she had to lie and say it was just her arm. All she could think about was when she fell. She heard Anakin’s scream and felt his tears on her as she played dead in his arms. It took every part of her being to not open her eyes and apologize for what she had done.

The door to my medical room hissed open, and I glanced over to see Master Windu and Master Yoda in the white light.

“I hope my funeral went well,” I mutter as the door slides shut behind them.

I see Master Windu’s eyes narrow at me as I quickly cover my emotions and dry my tears. I had been specially chosen for this classified mission out of everyone else in the Jedi Order, and I wanted to act professionally with the Council member who picked me. Especially because Master Windu was known for his intense belief in the Code.

“A great performance, your corpse played,” Master Yoda says.

I well as funeral can go, I want to add, but am silence by the medical droid sticking a numbing substance into my arm. I looked at the deep bruise on my twisted arm and for a moment wondered if this would even work. I was sacrificing so much just to learn information that may not even be true. Will Anakin even forgive me once this is all over?

“Will go well, the plan will,” Yoda says, sensing my doubt.

“I fell from the top of a building- It better go well,” I huff in pain and remove the blasterproof vest that saved my life.

“Survived worse, you have,” Yoda comforts, and though I know the Jedi Elder is right, it doesn’t help much when my back has turned into one massive bruise.

“Young Skywalker knows this,” Windu says in a firm voice, arms crossed and eyes looking down at me. As if testing to see my reaction.

I breathed deeply and held strong. I wanted to beg for them to let him assist me in the mission or ask how he handled the funeral, but most of all, I wanted to beg to just see him. But it was vital to the integrity of the mission that no one knows- Especially Anakin, who would flare up in anger if he knew I would be walking into the role of a bounty hunter and disguising myself among them, armed with nothing but a blaster.

I know that Master Windu is testing me with his words. Though he picked me for this, I was quickly made aware of his doubts in me when he had to clarify Anakin to me in private not even Anakin may know.

“I took the vital suppressors, you instructed of me, Master. When Anakin moved my body… I was dead to him. It’s impossible that he knows I’m alive,” I assure both of them, though it was clear in my tone it weighed heavily on me to do so.

Yoda hummed in agreement, “Yes- but sense he will, that something is not right.”

I wanted to add that Anakin will have no contact with me as I understand how important it is he is left out of this, but a Jedi Healer enters the room and bows his head, interrupting the conversation. The healer comes to my side to mend my broken arm, and I nod to the Jedi Masters.

“Anakin’s reaction sold the sniper of my death. What has been done is done, and I will carry out the mission as has been asked of me,” I say to Windu with no hesitation and my head held high. He seems surprised for a moment but turns to leave.

“What’s done is done,” he repeats as the healer snaps my arm back into place.

The healer seems to also understand this meeting should remain in confidence. He bows, then leaves soon after I am healed. Finally alone, I begrudgingly accepted it was time to put on the masked disguise of the assassin I will be taking the place of.

I reach down to remove my lightsaber from my belt but feel nothing of the familiar grip I built myself. I look down to see its holster empty but find for the first time since my fall, I feel an absence of worry. I let a sad smile curve my lips as I realize who took it.

I know it’s safe with Anakin.

Notes: Part 2 coming soon! I'm sorry this is a little confusing if you've never watched the episode this is based on 😭

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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Truth Serum Isn't Real ...Oh Wait Kriff

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 17 of 31

Words: 1,154

Summary: After being captured by Dooku and completely under the influence of something you were injected with, some confessions (of the love variety) were made to your best friend.

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Okay, the restraints around your wrists were really starting to get uncomfortable, and you were a little annoyed about it. Count Dooku was incredibly rich and currently had the unconditional backing of several wealthy and important systems who believed in the Separatist cause, and he couldn’t spring for slightly nicer cuffs? Come on.

And speaking of the ex-Jedi, he was standing across the room from you, glaring imposingly towards the doorway. Someone had walked in and injected you with some kind of clear liquid, and according to Dooku himself, 10 minutes needed to pass before whatever it was would take effect. You had been assured that it wasn’t poison, though if you were being completely honest you really didn’t believe them.

The grand separatist flagship was currently floating just outside the atmosphere of some Mid-Rim planet, and you were desperately hoping that one of your fellow Jedi would burst in to help at any moment. You had been outnumbered from the moment you made contact with the army, and even though you fought valiantly, Dooku’s power eventually took hold. The battalion of men under your command managed to get away, and you explicitly told your commander to leave you behind, because you knew it was the only way. He would certainly go back to the Jedi Council for help, and you just hoped that there would be someone available to do that.

Whatever you had just been injected with was starting to make you sleepy, and it would take a lot more energy than you currently had to be able to keep them open. As you felt your eyes close, you tried to reach out to your fellow Jedi through the Force, a last-ditch attempt to call for help. There was nothing you could do now, and you just hoped that you had not been forgotten.

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It wasn’t until the ship entered hyperspace again did you open your eyes, and Obi-Wan could immediately tell that something was wrong. After receiving a distressed communication from Commander Grave, Obi-Wan had immediately jumped into action, and Anakin along with him. Together they cut through the swaths of droids on the ship and took on Dooku himself in combat, and Obi-Wan wondered if his former padawan knew the true reason why he was so worried.

You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, and you helped train Anakin when he felt out of his depths, despite the fact that you were brand new to all of those experiences as well. His former padawan knew that you and Obi-Wan were close, and he knew that Anakin felt a familial bond towards you, but what he had never been able to admit was that the way he felt about you was not entirely platonic.

He had tried to keep his face even when the holo image of Grave appeared, and he began to explain what had happened. Obi-Wan tried to remain level-headed, but at the same time he didn’t care about protocol and procedure when your life was at stake. Anakin was thankfully on board with dropping temporarily pausing the assignment from the Senate to find and rescue you. They had met up with your troops, who were just as worried about you, and gave everything they had to help the two Jedi rescue you.

Your eyes, usually bright and inquisitive, now had a glazed look to them, and they fluttered open and closed at a concerning rate. Obi-Wan stepped closer to you, gently murmuring your name as to not scare you before you realized what was going on.

You let out an unusual noise, something that could only be described by Obi-Wan as the cross between a whine and a groan. “What happened to you?” he asked, wondering if you had any injuries he couldn’t see.

“Dooku,” you said, half whispering.

Obi-Wan felt like his blood began to boil, and he felt himself think some very un-Jedi like thoughts. “What did he do?”

“Heeeeeee-” you took a pause after holding out the word. “-injected me with some stuff that they said would take 10 minutes.” Your speech was definitely slurred, and to the untrained eye (or to someone who didn’t know the situation), it looked like you were incredibly drunk. “I thought I heard something about truth ser-”

“Truth serum?” Obi-Wan cut in.

“Yeahhhhhhh,” you said, at this point totally unaware of anything going on. Obi-Wan wondered if you even knew where you were or who you were talking to. “I don’t believe in that osik usually, but I think Obi-Wan does. I’ll have to ask him what he thinks, but I just have to be careful that I don’t tell him I love him.”

Well, that answered his question about whether or not you knew who you were talking to.

Obi-Wan’s brain stopped working right then and there, and he didn’t know what to say. That didn’t matter though, because it seemed like you didn’t register the fact that he hadn’t responded. “It’d be soooooooo awkward,” you babbled, staring up at the roof of the ship. “But the Jedi Code comes first, and I guess that’s how it will always have t-”

You passed out instantly, and seconds later the sound of soft snores filled the small area.

Obi-Wan was unable to stop his mind from racing as he walked back to the cockpit of the ship, where Anakin was staring out at the blue streaks of hyperspace as they passed by. “How is she?” he asked.

“She’ll be alright.” That didn’t seem like it truly could explain what just happened, but what was Obi-Wan going to say? He hoped that Anakin hadn’t heard anything, but he also didn’t want to actually ask him if he had. Anakin’s answer would be nothing but that Obi-Wan should talk to you, but he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to do that yet.

“That’s good.”

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief, because it didn’t seem that Anakin was aware of the confession that just took place, albeit that it was one aided by something of Dooku’s creation, that addled your mind to the point of inebriation.

But of course, that relief was short lived.

As they touched down on Coruscant, and Jedi healers rushed in to move you somewhere safer, Anakin looked at his former master with a glint of mischief in his eye. “You know, you should probably tell her that you feel the same way when she wakes up,” he said as he stepped off the ramp of the ship.

“What are you talking about?” Obi-Wan sputtered, but Anakin was already out of earshot, clearly not waiting for a response as he hurried to catch up with Commander Grave.

There was no use trying to deny things at this point, and he knew that his former padawan was right. Now it was just a matter of overcoming his own worries and doubts.

- the end -

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antxlss · 8 months

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dress

pairing: anakin skywalker x jedi!reader

summary: during yours and anakin’s required attendance to a political banquet, you flirt more than usual. that leads to some confessions which leads to something else…

warnings: slight smut

words: 2k

a/n: i’m slowly working myself up to full-on smut. please give me feedback on this, i need to know if it’s trash cause if so, i won’t continue to try to write smutty fics. and of course this is based off of dress by taylor ;) my requests are open, and as always, i hope you enjoy! much love! <3

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Anakin Skywalker is your best friend. He always has been. But you can't deny the tension you feel when you are around him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't see Anakin as more than a friend. You've desperately waited for him to confess his feelings to you. But you knew it was probably all in your head.

Tonight you and Anakin were required to attend a banquet Chancellor Palpatine was holding. The Jedi Council wanted a few recognizable Jedi to attend, all for political purposes, and unfortunately they chose yourself and Anakin.

To add on to the bad news, you had to follow a strict formal dress code. That meant no Jedi robes. A dress. You had to wear a dress.

You can't remember the last time you wore anything than the required Jedi attire. About a week prior to the banquet you found a dress that flattered you perfectly. But all you could seem to think about was what Anakin would think when he saw you in that dress. In all the years he'd known you, he'd never seen you in anything other than Jedi attire.

You slipped on the dress and looked at yourself in the mirror. You hair was done up and you had a little bit of flattering makeup on. This was definitely the most exposing thing you've ever been out in. Your cleavage was being shown off a bit, but not too much. It hugged your body perfectly. You just weren't used to it.

You finished getting ready and went to meet Anakin so you could head to the banquet.

You met Anakin in front of his quarters, still in your dress. Anakin had a surprised look on his face when he saw you, and he couldn't help but stare for a moment.

"You actually followed the dress code?" Anakin asked, "I didn't think you would do that."

Anakin then cleared his throat and took a step forward.

"You look cute." he said in a serious tone of voice, not trying to make a joke about your appearance to hide his actual feelings about you.

"And don't you look handsome in your three piece suit." You smiled and adjusted his bow tie.

Anakin blushed, as you straightened his bowtie for him.

"I guess you're right." he said in a flirtacious, playful tone, as he put his hand on your shoulder and smiled at you.

Anakin then began to walk, as he held out his hand for you to take, expecting you to follow him.

You grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers with his. This wasn't unusual for you two.

You allowed Anakin to lead you to the banquet hall.

Once Anakin led you to the banquet hall, you both entered and found your seating arrangement.

Anakin sat at the same large table as you, so he would be on your left hand side.

When the banquet proceedings started, Anakin reached over and gave your hand a small squeeze, before smiling down at you, as he looked at you in a flirtatious way.

"I'm not joking when I say you look amazing." Anakin stated as he stared down at you.

Anakin seemed to be blushing slightly when he said that to you.

"Do you really mean that?" Anakin looked at you for another moment, while you two sat together at the large table.

The banquet proceeded, and the political talk was mostly boring as expected, but you didn't mind, as you were just focusing on the interactions between you and Anakin.

It was exhilarating. The room was so crowded. No one had any idea about your flirtatious comments and touches. They were your secret moments.

Anakin whispered something to you during the banquet, as you and him made a couple of playful comments towards each other, while no one around you knew about it, except for you and Anakin.

You both seemed to be enjoying your secret comments during the banquet, as you two kept it up throughout the night.

"We should leave." Anakin says all of a sudden.

"What?" You ask, confused.

Anakin kept his voice low, so that other people sitting at the table wouldn't hear him, when he replied to you.

"I want it to be just the two of us. No political bullshit. Just you and me talking and enjoying our time together." Anakin smirked.

"Okay." You nodded. "But if we get caught by the council, it's all your fault." You giggle.

Anakin chuckled at what you said and grabbed your hand to lead you away. You two walked outside of the banquet room, away from the eyes of the guests.

When you two got outside, Anakin had a serious expression on his face as he looked at you.

"I want to tell you something. It's been on my mind for a while, and I can't hold it in anymore." Anakin said.

"I have been meaning to tell you something too." You admit.

You couldn't believe it. Anakin was going to tell you something, and you also were going to tell him.

You looked at Anakin in anticipation, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.

You were hoping that is was what you thought he was going to say. What has went unspoken for so many years.

Anakin slowly started to whisper, as you two were still standing outside of the banquet hall.

"Y/N... I think I'm in love with you." Anakin said in a serious voice, as he looked at you with eyes full of emotion.

"I've kept this to myself for a while, and I can't hold it in anymore." Anakin continued.

You realized that this was a very important moment, and you were going to confess your feelings to Anakin.

"I think...I'm in love with you Anakin." You said in a somewhat nervous voice.

"I don't want you like a best friend." You mumble. "When you say my name, everything just feels like it stops. I've been holding back from you for so long."

Anakin couldn't quite believe what he was hearing from you. It made him extremely happy to know that you shared the same feelings towards him.

He stood there in disbelief, before suddenly smiling widely at you.

"So you feel the same way about me? Are you serious?" Anakin asked in a voice that was filled with excitement.

Anakin seemed to be in disbelief, and he looked like the happiest you had ever seen him.

"Anakin. I fucking hate dresses. You know that. I only bought this dress for you. So you could take it off." You look him in the eyes.

Anakin laughed a little, when you admitted that you hated dresses, but you only wore one for him.

He then looked in your eyes, before walking over to you and pushing you against the wall of the building.

"Take it off." Anakin said in a deep, almost commanding, voice.

Anakin then grabbed the zipper on your dress and slowly started to unzip it.

"Ani." You breathed out. His dominance was really turning you on. "We can't do this here."

Anakin continued to undress you, without saying anything more. You could tell that his desire to be with you was too strong for him to control, and he couldn't take it anymore.

He then started to take off your dress, while you were still leaned up against the wall.

"What if we get caught?" You questioned. You wanted more than anything for this to continue, you had been waiting for this moment for as long as you can remember, but you can't risk getting caught.

"I don't care if we get caught, or if anyone sees us." Anakin said in a serious tone, as he looked into your eyes.

"I've been wanting this for so long... I can't resist you anymore." Anakin said, as his voice started to grow deeper and more serious.

Anakin continued to undress you, as he didn't seem worried about anything right now - he only cared about being with you.

Anakin pushed off your dress until it fell on to the floor at your feet. You stood there in only your underwear. Your breasts immediately perked up once the cold air hit them and Anakin couldn't keep his eyes off of them.

The look in Anakin's eyes was one of pure desire, as he looked at you and couldn't help but stare at you for a moment. He kept his eyes fixed on you, as he stared down at your beautiful body.

His eyes were filled with pure lust, as he started to move towards you in a more intimate way.

Anakin then put his hand on your bare chest, just above your breasts, as he took a step closer to you, almost pressing up against you.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked in a serious tone.

You nodded your head.

"I need words baby."

"Yes, Anakin. Please." You whined.

Anakin couldn't help but smile when you whined a little, as he was so happy to hear that you gave in to all the lust and desire that you had for him. He then moved his hand lower on your body, going just above your hips.

Anakin slowly started to pull down your underwear, as he stared at you with passion in his eyes.

Your underwear landed on the floor with your dress and you now stood completely naked in front of your best friend.

Anakin had to take a moment just to admire the view in front of him, as you stood there in front of him.

He took a step closer to you, and his facial expression became more serious. Anakin looked at you with lust as he put his arms around you.

Anakin then grabbed the sides of your face and started to kiss you, while pressing himself against you.

His tongue was carefully, but desperately, exploring your mouth. You could feel him rutting his clothed bulge against your thigh. So close to where you most needed it.

He removed each piece of his suit while simultaneously kissing and fondling you. He stripped all the way down to his boxers.

At one moment, you and Anakin were both completely clothed, but in the next, Anakin was now only in his boxers, as he continued to make out with you.

As Anakin kept kissing you, he put his hands on your hips and pushed his body up against yours.

You let out a choked moan as his clothed bulge finally rubbed against your naked core. It relieved you for a moment, but you needed more.

Anakin leaned forward, as he kept kissing you deeper and hotter. He knew he couldn't just keep this as teasing and touching, as he wanted more just like you did.

He pulled himself away from the kiss, and he looked down at you, while breathing heavily.

"I need you." Anakin said in a serious, almost commanding, voice.

"I need you too." You panted.

You reached down and started to tug at his boxers.

Anakin couldn't help but give you a surprised look when you started to tug at his boxers.

He gave you a smile, as he stepped back a little to give you more room to pull them down, as he couldn't wait to be with you.

Anakin's boxers joined the growing pile of clothes in the floor as his cock sprung free.

"Fuck, I've been waiting so long for this." He sighed.

This was going to be a long night.

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thedarlingdearestdead · 7 months

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I'm scared:

Summary: Obi Wan and reader are fellow Jedi who grew up together and are now both on the council. A trip to the halls of healing brings up some feelings...

Warnings: None, pretty fluffy, bit angsty, a bit of talk of violence but otherwise fairly normal.

Word count: 1,992

"Alright, council adjourned," Master Windu said, his deep voice resonating through the dimly lit chamber as he wrapped up the discussion on war plans. The Jedi Council members gathered around the large circular table began to rise from their seats, their expressions a mixture of solemnity and determination. As they dispersed slowly, the room buzzed with hushed conversations and the clinking of lightsabers being adjusted for the battles that loomed on the horizon.

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief, grateful for the respite. The weight of responsibility had been pressing on your shoulders for days now, and any moment of peace was a blessing. Hastily, you stood up from your chair, eager to leave the council chambers, but before you could make your escape, a firm grip closed around your arm. It was Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Not so quick, Master L/N," he said, his voice calm and composed amidst the chaos. "You're scheduled for a medical check-up."

You frowned, puzzled. "Why do you know that, and I don't?"

Obi-Wan's blue eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement. "I had my own check-up this morning, and they mentioned your appointment to me."

"Isn't that a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality?" you grumbled, reluctantly following him out of the imposing council chamber and into the well-trodden corridors of the Jedi Temple.

He chuckled softly. "Not when the doctor is a busy droid."

"Very well, then, Kenobi," you said, resigned to your fate. “How was your appointment? Are you physically fit? Have you recovered from your very long list of injuries - broken ribs, fingers, fractured wrist, cracked skull, and blood poisoning?” You counted them on your fingers in jest.

Obi-Wan smiled wryly. "Just about. Enough to be cleared for active duty. How did you even find out about the ribs? Anakin swore he wouldn't tell."

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I suspect your Padawan isn't as tight-lipped as you might think."

"Mmmh," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement as he continued guiding you down the corridor.

"You don't need to escort me to the hospital wing, you know," you quipped. "I am perfectly capable of finding my way around the building that I've grown up in and inhabited all my life."

Obi-Wan appeared genuinely surprised at your protest. "I'm not escorting; I'm accompanying. I want to see whether you've recovered from the smashed kneecap, severe laser burns, concussion, and broken toes."

You couldn't help but wonder how he knew about the concussion. "Rex?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes."

You huffed in frustration as you arrived at the sterile entrance of the medical bay. Of course Rex had ratted you out, the gossiping fiend. You would be sure to give him a telling off later on. Once inside, you were promptly ushered into the scanning chamber. Through the transparent glass, you shot Obi-Wan a pointed look, and gestured for the droids to get the examination over with.

Master Che, the Jedi healer in charge of the medical bay, walked into the room with a holopad in hand, her brow furrowing as she registered Obi-Wan's unexpected presence. "I thought I dismissed you this morning! Force, I don't think I've ever seen you in here voluntarily.”

Obi-Wan's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, caught off guard by her remark, while you couldn't help but laugh at his expense. "I only came because you mentioned Master Y/N's appointment. I had to be sure she would keep it.”

"You're just as bad as each other," Master Che remarked, her tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "I thank you, Kenobi. Be assured I will not try to hold you here any longer.”

To everyone's surprise, Obi-Wan seemed unusually reluctant to leave. He hesitated, his eyes fixed on you. "I don't mind the wait.”

Master Che furrowed her brow, perplexed by this unusual behaviour but ultimately had more pressing matters to attend to. "Very well, then. Master Y/N, your knee looks to be healing well, but I would like to discuss your head injury with you. You really ought not to be back on missions so soon..."

You listened to her words, a feeling of frustration building within you. The war had demanded so much of the Jedi, and the weight of your duties often left you with little choice but to push your physical and mental limits. You exchanged a knowing glance with Obi-Wan, who stood nearby, his presence offering silent support.

You sighed, knowing that Master Che was right but also knowing that the urgency of the war often left no room or time for personal well-being. "I'll consider it, Master Che," you replied, offering her a small, weary smile.

Master Che nodded, her expression disapproving. "I do understand your persistence, Master Y/N. But you must remember that even Jedi have their limits.” This was not something you liked to be reminded of.

The medical bay's antiseptic aura couldn't conceal the impatience and turmoil which grew in your heart as the droids carried out their examinations. The air was heavy with the scent of bacta and the soft hum of machinery, and you couldn't help but feel like a wounded starship in need of repair. Obi-Wan, ever the silent sentinel, watched from outside the glass partition with a reassuring smile. You had always hated the halls of healing the both of you did whatever you could to avoid them, having spent far too long confined to these rooms in your youth to have the stomach for it as adults. Adults who had better things to do than lie down and worry about some minor bruises and scrapes.

After the droids completed their scans, you were freed from the sterile confines of the examination chamber. Master Che offered her final words of caution regarding your head injury, then returned to her duties. Clearly expecting to see you in a few days and resigned to your lack of personal care and self preservation. Obi-Wan fell into step beside you, waving cheekily to the doctor who thought even worse of his habits. He was a comforting presence amidst the uncomfortable halls, and it was reassuring not to be Master Che’s worst patient.

Walking together through the echoing corridors of the Jedi Temple, you both knew that these turbulent times and great battles tested your resolve like never before. Physically and mentally perhaps you both were too flippant about the effects that it could have on you. The war was a tempest, and navigating its treacherous waters required more than just lightsabers and Force abilities; it required the strength of bonds forged through hardship. Bonds which were strong between you and your companion.

Breaking the silence, you confided in Obi-Wan, your voice a quiet murmur. "I sometimes wonder if our efforts make a difference at all. I feel I’ve hit a cycle and gotten caught up in it. I spend all my time constantly on the way to the hospital.”

Obi-Wan's gaze met yours, his eyes a reflection of the galaxies of thought swirling within him. His hand brushed against yours, a subtle, wordless gesture of solidarity. “I prefer to think I am constantly evading it.”

“But you don’t.”

“I am constantly trying to evade it then.”

“But you agree? There is far too much of a need for the halls of healing these days.” Your journey ended as you reached the entrance of your chambers, and you turned to Obi-Wan, heart pounding with a blend of trepidation and longing. "Obi-Wan, there's something I must confess."

He regarded you with curiosity, his eyes glowing like the distant stars. "What is it, Y/N?"

“I’m scared. I know I ought not be, I know it is not the Jedi way, I know I should trust in the force, in the council, in so many things but…” You trail off and breathe deeply. It was Obi Wan, you could continue… “I find it all so difficult lately.”

You could see the conflict in his face. Your perfect Jedi trying to comprehend your crisis of faith. Obi-Wan did not say a word. Instead he turned more directly towards you. He was scanning your face making it grow hot. Making doubt and fear grow in you by the second. Would he tell on you? Was he disgusted? Shamed? Instead of recoiling or accusing you though, you found him growing closer to you.

And suddenly he was on you. Hands reaching to cup your cheeks and holding you as you melt in to his kiss, the world seemed to stand still. It was a moment filled with the echoes of countless stars, a revelation of love that had remained hidden amidst the tumult of war.

The weight of your fears and doubts melted away. It was as if the Force itself had guided you to this moment, because here you felt it. You had not known the reassurance and certainty of the force since the war began but in that moment it was as all consuming as his touch.

Obi-Wan's kiss was a declaration, a promise that he would be there for you, he was that blinding, cosmic, inexplicable thing that once you had called the force. His lips were warm and tender against yours, a testament to the depth of his feelings. You responded with equal fervour, your hands finding their way to his waist, pulling him closer as if to never let go.

The echoes of the Jedi Council meeting and the chaos of war plans faded into the background. The fear of battles, of death, of destruction dissipated. That you could handle, that you would suffer for the price of this man and the love you shared, a love that had grown silently but was now impossible to ignore. It was a love that defied the darkness of the galaxy and illuminated your path forward.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with your hearts beating in sync, Obi-Wan's forehead rested against yours. His eyes bore into yours, filled with a light which told you he felt the same. He was all understanding, he was all yours now. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, "I want you to know that you're never alone in this journey. We may face uncertainty, but together, we can find the light in even the darkest of times. You don’t have to be scared.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, not tears of fear or doubt, but tears of joy and gratitude. “I thought you would be horrified by me.”

He kissed your forehead gently, his embrace warm and protective. "I have not known peace from my fear for years, it has been my constant companion. But when I am with you… I feel the stillness and peace of the force that I have not known since the war began.”

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that the love you shared was a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the midst of war, love could conquer fear and uncertainty. And as you gazed into each other's eyes, you were filled with a sense of peace and determination, ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand.

Stepping into your chambers, hand in hand, he became a source of strength in a galaxy consumed by chaos. Together, you were prepared to face life's fiercest challenges, for your love was a bond that transcended duty and destiny, a love that would shine as brilliantly as the stars for all eternity. Or so you hoped…

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antianakin · 1 year

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AU where Ahsoka sides with Maul on Mandalore because she thinks that if she works with him then she can get his information and help against the Sith Master but plans to double cross him to make sure Anakin lives. They leave Mandalore immediately on a stolen ship, so they make it back to Coruscant just in time for Anakin to still be there after attacking the Temple, but before Obi-Wan and Yoda arrive. While Maul goes off after Palpatine, Ahsoka goes after Anakin to try to save him, thinking he's been tricked or that it's some sort of Dark Side magic controlling him perhaps, but it's not.

Maybe Anakin is just leaving the Temple, so it's still belching smoke into the air and of course it's still overrun by the 501st who aim blasters at Ahsoka the moment she shows up to try to get in, but Anakin stops them, orders them not to shoot.

Anakin offers her the same choice that he will offer Padme later, the same choice he offers Obi-Wan on Mustafar in canon: join him or die.

Ahsoka chooses to join him. Because if she joins him, she might be able to do something to save him, to change his mind. She refuses to abandon him, to walk away, to fight him.

Anakin's just gotten his orders to go to Mustafar, but he asks Ahsoka to go look in on Padme, maybe even take her somewhere safe, take her to Naboo.

When Obi-Wan and Yoda split up, Obi-Wan finds an empty apartment and Yoda finds MAUL, still waiting for an opportunity to attack Sidious, unusually patient. They come to an extremely uneasy truce as they decide to tag team Palpatine. Obi-Wan has to go through security recordings again at Padme's apartment and sees Ahsoka show up, hears her say she's working with Anakin, and that Anakin wants Ahsoka to take her to Naboo, to Varykino. He hears Padme agree and sees them both leave. He knows it could be a trap, but it's the only lead he has.

Obi-Wan arrives on Naboo and while Ahsoka is initially delighted to see him and discover that he survived, she quickly realizes he knows about what Anakin's done and becomes protective. She knows that Obi-Wan is a Jedi, a member of the High Council, and that Anakin being a Sith will strain his loyalties, but that Obi-Wan will ultimately do what he must, even if Anakin refuses to back down. Ahsoka tries to get him to leave without knowing where Anakin is, and Obi-Wan refuses, which forces Ahsoka to pull out her lightsabers to try to force him to leave. She loses.

Obi-Wan takes the opportunity to try to get to Padme and convince her to tell him where Anakin is, but Padme refuses. Even if she DID know where Anakin was, she wouldn't tell Obi-Wan because she doesn't trust him not to try to kill Anakin and she doesn't believe that Anakin would ever do the things Obi-Wan is accusing him of doing. So Obi-Wan has to pretend to accept defeat and leave, but he knows that eventually Anakin will come back to check in on Padme, he just has to wait.

Yoda and Maul together are able to overpower Palpatine and kill him, although Maul dies in the process, as well. With Anakin waiting for orders that will never come on Mustafar, this leaves something of an opening for Bail Organa and the loyalists to step in and try to quickly undo some of what Palpatine just did. They undo the Empire, they quickly try to reach out to some of the Separatist worlds (the "leadership" Anakin kills on Mustafar appears to be predominantly the Corporate Alliance, not the actual Separatist Senators) to broker peace. They reach out to Kamino to figure out how to deactivate the control chips in the clones. They expose the lies Palpatine told about the Jedi, expose the truth of what Palpatine was and what the Jedi tried to protect them from, declare the Jedi to be fallen heroes, persecuted by Palpatine, not traitors of the Republic.

By the time Anakin figures out Palpatine's dead, the newly born Empire has begun to crumble, and his first priority is Padme anyway, so he goes straight to Naboo, where Obi-Wan is waiting for him. But while Obi-Wan could take Anakin alone, he can't take on Anakin and Ahsoka together. Ahsoka keeps Anakin from killing Obi-Wan, but Obi-Wan is badly injured and left behind on Naboo as Anakin, Ahsoka, and Padme all go on the run. To add insult to injury, Anakin takes Obi-Wan's lightsaber with him.

Anakin and Ahsoka both have effectively sworn themselves to the Sith, but neither of them spent much time as Sith before Palpatine's death, so they're fairly ineffective Sith. Anakin had thought to take Palpatine's Empire as his own, kill Palpatine after Padme was saved and then rule the galaxy, but the Empire is already gone and Palpatine is dead. Anakin did not inherit Palpatine's ability to scheme and plan, just his anger and passion and selfish greed. He has a pregnant wife who might die in childbirth, so he gets them all somewhere to hide and leaves Padme with Ahsoka while he goes out scouring the galaxy for a way to save her from what he believes to be her impending doom. He fails, but Padme doesn't die. It changes very little.

Anakin and Ahsoka are welcome nowhere in the galaxy after what Anakin did, and Ahsoka refuses to leave Anakin a second time. They all have to start living on the run, living in the shadows, finding places where they can disappear among the populace. People are looking for Anakin, looking for Padme and Ahsoka, and Anakin isn't interesting in being merciful usually. When Ahsoka tries to step between Anakin and their pursuers the way she did with Obi-Wan, it rarely goes well anymore. And they still have to find ways to get supplies, clothes for the twins, food, fuel, and transportation without leaving traces that can be followed. Anakin isn't afraid to use mind tricks to force people to give things up for them, citing that obviously they need it more. When Ahsoka tries to speak out against killing the pursuers, against violating the minds of random citizens just trying to make a living, Anakin threatens to leave her behind because if she truly loved him then she'd do whatever it took to protect him and his family, tells her that when it was Ahsoka on the run he was the only one who believed in her innocence. So she kills, she helps with the mind tricks, she steals and lies.

It's so far from the perfect life Padme had dreamed for herself on Naboo. And her discontent fuels Anakin's anger, his fear of losing her in a way he hadn't truly considered. He starts lashing out more and more, at Ahsoka, at Padme, and even one or twice at the twins. And finally, Padme can no longer take it and snaps when he aims his ire at the twins and tries to kill him. Anakin doesn't let her, and this time, Obi-Wan isn't there to tell Anakin to let go.

Devastated at this final betrayal, Ahsoka leaps in to stab Anakin through the heart, and Anakin can absolutely sense her coming, he could stop her if he wanted to easily. But Anakin, broken at the realization that he just killed Padme, would rather die than have to live with that consequence. And Anakin decides to let Ahsoka's killing blow land. Padme and Anakin die within the same heartbeat. And so Anakin fulfills the prophecy, he destroys the last Sith with his apathy and selfishness, and brings balance to the Force with his death.

Now left completely alone and emotionally shattered, Ahsoka takes the twins to the only people she knows that might be able to help them. She takes them to find the survivors of the Jedi Order, living now in a different Temple as they try to recover alongside a healing galaxy. Even if they won't trust her, help her, accept her, she knows they would never abandon Luke and Leia.

The Jedi happily accept Luke and Leia into their Order, but after a few days, Ahsoka knows she can't stay there under their protection. She knows that she hurt people, she knows she left a path of pain behind her as much as Anakin did. And she knows she has to make amends for that as best she can, and that path starts with turning herself in to the Republic to face the consequences of her choices. The Republic has done some healing of its own and with the Jedi Council speaking up for her to a Senate and Chancellor more willing to listen, Ahsoka is asked to make amends by joining a reconstruction crew that's helping patch up the galaxy in the wake of the Clone War for a few years and meet with a healer to help her through the trauma once a week (she's allowed to use a Jedi mind healer given her Force Sensitivity and history in the Order and particular relationship to Anakin).

Slowly, Ahsoka starts to heal. She spends her time being constructive and peaceful, rather than destructive and fearful. She builds new connections to support her as she moves forward down a new path. And at the end of it, Ahsoka decides that she still wants to walk the path of a Jedi. She always has, even if she got lost along the way. So she heads back to the Temple, once again ready to be a Learner.

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merrysithmas · 11 months

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If pressed to choose, who do you think Anakin would choose between Obi-Wan and Padmé? Do you think that choice would change depending on the circumstances?

Hands down Obi-wan. Even if you don't ship them, even platonically this is pretty much canon.

And I say this because that's literally WHAT he was doing by remaining in the Jedi Order (which he had severe issues with). Sure, Anakin loved the heroism and was beholden to the promise made to his mother that he would remain in the Order. And yes, he truly was a good person who valued doing good and his Jedi training -- however, it is undeniable that interwoven in ALL those things was... Obi-wan.

Obi-wan who was his cogeneral in the Clone Wars, the two of them side-by-side known as the faces of the Front.

Obi-wan who promised to train him so he could fulfill his mother's wish.

Obi-wan who seemed to so easily exemplify the great Jedi mediators he knew he could never be.

Obi-wan who was essentially Anakin's walking-talking moral compass.

Anakin didn't leave, despite his marriage, despite his children, despite his deepening disgust with the Order because of Obi-wan (and Ahsoka).

Anakin loved being a Jedi but what he loved more was being a Jedi with his Jedi family (Obi and Soka).

This was a major source of mental contention for him - choosing between these two "families" he created in equal but opposite worlds. His marriage to Padme, who was directly linked to his mother's death (she was the only one who knew he murdered the Tuskens, so the only one he felt forgiveness with) and so he refused to let go of her. He saw Padme as a Judge of the moral fortitude of his curated jedi knight Image. If Padme, stalwart guardian of the lawful Senate, forgave him for this atrocious crime - then surely he wasn't a monster.

And on the other hand was his "marriage" to Obi-wan, an uncommon war-borne partnership resulting in the Padawan they both trained and the war they bore on their backs. Their closeness was highly unusual for the Order - but the Order couldnt do much about it given their reliance on them as generals and the chaotic state of the Republic. A lot of oversight seems to have fallen away, and I'm sure a part of all those on the Front felt closer to their compatriots and the clones than the Council comfortable in Coruscant, as they trudged tirelessly and endlessly through distant worlds fighting tooth and nail in the trenches.

If pressed to choose, which he essentially was (and Sidious manipulated his years-long strife) he would pick Obi-wan. He proved this by not leaving - even though by all accounts he should have and simply started his own Order. Something was keeping him there and it wasn't just the war or the heroics - Anakin couldn't leave Obi-wan.

There are numerous instances of your exact question in canon such as in Stover's novel where Anakin ponders if he loves Obiwan "more than his wife" at Sidious' pressing. Also the Son on Mortis revealing himself in the image of Anakin's mother Shmi and saying that Padme was not his true love but essentially a lie -- a pretty damn harsh summation put to screen if you ask me.

Anakin struggled with the choice between Obi-wan and Padme (and what they represented) for YEARS til the very end at Mustafar, when finally, at his mental breaking point - he chose himself.

And Sidious was counting on that.

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banoonagrams · 7 months

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Sandy Waters — Chapter One

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Summary: The Jedi Council is absolutely done with the feud occurring between you and Anakin Skywalker. So, what do they do? They pair the two of you up on an important mission. But what they really did is force two people who have hated each other for years into close proximity with one another. For several days. Alone. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Anakin being his own beautifully annoying self

You hold your breath as the doors into the Council room move smoothly into the wall, granting you entry for your meeting with your superiors that you had hurriedly scheduled upon seeing who was joining you for one of the most trying missions along the course of your Jedi career.

“Why is it that you wish to speak to us? I can feel the tension in your Force signature,” Plo Koon says to you, a neutral but concerned look in his eyes.

“I’d like to speak of my partner that has been placed with me for my upcoming assignment, Skywalker.” You hide the sweat that’s beginning to form on your hands by placing them inside of the sleeves of your dark robes.

“Speak what about him, will you?” Yoda inquires, leaning on his cane in an intrigued manner while sitting in his thoroughly cushioned chair.

“Of us being paired together on the assignment in regards to the thug lord on Hosnian Prime.”

“If you are experiencing any qualms, know now that your pairing with Skywalker was no accident.” Windu’s voice had a slight edge to it, which wasn’t unusual. What surprised you was his sudden exclamation that you and Skywalker were put together intentionally, as you had thought that the members knew of your rivalry with the smug faced man.

“I— If I may ask, why would you purposefully put us in the same room as each other?” You were utterly bewildered, your brow raised in surprise. The council must be a lot less wise than you had thought they were.

“Are you questioning our methods?” Dank farrik, this was already going wrong.

“Oh, no! Of course not, Master Windu. I was just going to suggest that I could perhaps be traded into a different… grouping, of sorts? I wholeheartedly think that the mission would run much smoother.” Windu sighs, pinching his nose disappointedly.

“This is not a discussion, young padawan,” he states, stoic as ever and already knowing how this meeting would end.

“I understand, Master, but I truly don’t think that this mission will go as well as it could be if I was paired with someone else—“

“As a Jedi, you do know that peace and balance are important throughout the galaxy, and are an important way of life for those inside of the Order, yes?”

“Yes, completely. But—“

“So then you understand that you need to make peace with Skywalker.”

Peace with him? He had become even more insufferable after he had been denied the rank of master Jedi. Of course, you wouldn’t deny that the look on his face after the fact was absolutely priceless, but the aftershocks of his rejection were starting to get to you. Every minuscule detail about him that had annoyed you previously had practically doubled in his efforts to prove himself to the rest of the Council, his need for praise in full throttle.

The room had gone quiet, something you were all too familiar with when it meant that Windu and the rest of the Council were obviously done speaking with you. You lower your head, the conclusion of your meeting going completely different than you had anticipated. Skywalker was an ignorant piece of bantha fodder that you could barely tolerate being around, much less stuck in a tiny ship with for a few days. With a dissatisfied sense of defeat, you turn the other direction to walk out of the sliding doors to begin to pack the few belongings you would need for your mission, but not before hearing something else from the Council.

“The two of you may be more similar than you think. Skywalker had the same conversation with us minutes before you came in.”

Son of a bitch. He had beat you to it. What were you thinking? Of course he had. His obnoxious obsession with having to be first at everything probably had him sprinting here to arrive before you.

“Do try to reconcile with Skywalker. The two of you could achieve great things if you simply worked with one another.” Yeah right. As if that ape in robes would ever be capable of doing anything related to working in a team.

When you were younger, everything you did seemed to be a competition to him. In what was supposed to be a simple sparring match, he’d almost knocked you out, leaving you with a nasty lump on your head and a trip to the infirmary. When you were researching a topic for a mission that you had found out about on your own and could potentially score you some points with the Order, you found him in the library, already claiming that it was all his idea to an eons-old librarian there. With the amount of gossip she partook in every day, the tale of ‘Anakin’s brilliant research’ was already being spoken of in all corners of the temple. On that day, you had to meditate in your room for over two hours straight just so that you wouldn’t wring his bronzed little neck.

And now, on the mission that could potentially bring you the closest you’ve ever been to becoming a Jedi Master, he was going to be a thorn at your side the entire time. For many padawans, the style of mission that would determine whether they would be promoted normally included being grouped with another student for a job increasingly important than any of their previous solo ones. These could go from assignments such as rescuing an ally political figure, being judged on how well you handled said assignment, to how you both react in a tense public situation, testing your patience and morals. You know for a fact that Skywalker will be incredibly overeager on every step of this mission in order to make himself look good, his hurt pride letting him go leaps and bounds worse in a team-player situation. Maker, your patience truly was being tested in any direction you turned.

You storm your way over to the dormitories, wanting to get this mission over and done with as soon as possible, heading through the halls with your mind just about boiling over. You’re about to open the door into your room when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a disgustingly familiar figure heading down the corridor. Narrowing your eyes and closing the difference between you two, you immediately accuse him of the first inconvenience that you can think of, because he wholeheartedly deserved it.

“You idiot! I would have been able to convince them to seperate us if you hadn’t gone in there first and mucked everything up.” With the intensity of how hard Skywalker rolls his eyes, you’d think they’d drop back into his skull. He crosses his arms defensively, his Nerf leather vest squeaking in the process, before speaking.

“I had them debating among themselves when I left, so you must have made such a terrible speech that this nightmare,” he beckons back and forth between you both in a derogatory fashion, “is happening. Oh, and good evening to you, too, by the way.” His voice was practically oozing with sarcasm.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you say, seeing right through his little plastic greeting.

“My apologies for being sociable, which is a skill I know that I’ve mastered more than someone I know.”

“You’re not being sociable, you’re just being an ass, and you know it,” you say, already completely done with him for the day after two minutes of being around him. “You’re obviously just trying to practice your holier than thou routine after you were oh so sadly denied the rank of Master. They’ll see right through it too, y’know.”

“See? This is what I mean. Are you capable of any other setting besides ‘snarky,‘ or is that the only emotion that you have?” He shifts his weight to one leg. “And I’m definitely going to be jumping up in rank soon enough, young one.”

“We’re practically the same age.”

“There’s that snark again,” he says in a matter of fact tone.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and balling your fists into tight, angry and potentially destructive balls at your side, screaming internally before you open your eyes again, a smile plastered onto your face.

“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this right now,” you say, shaking your head and rubbing your fingers on your temples annoyedly. “I’m going to try and make the most of what’s left of today before I have to withstand you after we take off tomorrow.”

You turn around and take another step into your doorway, the whoosh of it opening making the hair on your head move the slightest amount. The chilly, relaxing air helped to cool off some of the steam coming out of your ears.

“That might be the first good idea you’ve had since I met you.” The unfounded, arrogant little smile on his mouth that he’s already used a hundred times this month is making its appearance yet again. He’s just asking for a blaster bolt straight in the kybers, isn’t he? You hope he can see the irritation in your body language as you stiffly turn towards him one last time.

“I’ll see you on the ship, laser brain. Until then, screw you.” He tries to say something, but you put a hand in front of his face, shushing him. “Oh, and at least try to read the holo pad on the dealer we’re after, if you even know how to, yeah? I’m trying to actually get promoted, unlike someone I know.”

You don’t even wait to gauge what his response is, feeling thoroughly proud of yourself that you had just spun his own words back on him. You turn right around and step through your door, closing it directly in his irritating face and stubbornly not opening it again until morning at breakfast time.

Unfortunately for you, shutting the door like this caused you to miss the chance to see him slowly trudging in the other direction. He was muttering under his breath some laughably weak comebacks to respond to you with, such as “Of course I know how to read, you… nutcase” and “No, you’re the one that has a laser brain,” ultimately giving up his attempts at the end of the hallway and continuing to the training room to get some extra practice in before tomorrow’s vital outing.

If you’d like to continue reading, head on over to the story on AO3 or check out Chapter Two here on Tumblr!

A/N: I’m finally stepping into the Tumblr arena for the first time (tentatively, may I add)! We’re entering some uncharted territories here, lads. Anakin is so rude I swear, but DAMN if I don’t want to fuck the life out of him. Unfortunately, sweet, gorgeous, amazing little Padmé doesn’t exist in this universe, but hey, that gives us all the more time to absolutely RUIN Anakin.

Anyways, I hope Tumblr enjoys this as much I as I enjoy writing it :)

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #Anakin Skywalker #I want to fuck this man’s brains out #His world would be ROCKED man #Enemies to lovers #Banter #Tension #Star Wars #Star Wars prequels

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thegreenlizard · 2 months

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Really not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising

Obi-Wan has a hobby of taking down slaving rings.

Stand-alone or related to “Not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising” and/or “Qui-Gon’s gambling doesn’t pay off” (where Obi-Wan is presented with a battalion of slave soldiers, says please and thank you, and starts plotting how to take down the slavers).

Obi-Wan has had an unusual number of instances of being captured/sold as a slave during his padawanship and later knighthood. His favoured method of getting out of slavery is to stage a slave revolt and get *everyone* out of slavery.

The first few instances were proper accidents and properly traumatising… the next dozen or so, not so much. The Jedi missions might not have a mandate to free slaves the Jedi happened to encounter during their mission—in fact, freeing random slaves often came with extra political headaches. But what Obi-Wan had realised early on was that no one could blame a Jedi for freeing themselves from slavery.

By the time Obi-Wan encounters A) Anakin on Tatooine, or B) the clones on Kamino, he has refined the process down to an art form.

Plus

- The council, the politicians could blame him all they wanted, but they couldn’t make it stick—which was more to the point.

- Obi-Wan aiming wide blue eyes at the council “well honoured council members, obviously if they were targeting force sensitives, they seemed dangerous and the best course of action was to take out the whole organisation”

- Obi-Wan using his baby face to its full potential as a lost youngling/easy prey act, accidentally wandering off to shady places to get kidnapped. Why, he never knew that could happen!

- Fix-it option: at this point, Obi-Wan is an old hat at freeing slaves and just assumes that people trading sentients have slave chips or another backup method for controlling them. The clones coming up clean on the first scans makes him think “hidden/hi tech” not “nothing”.

#plot bunny #blanket permission #codywan #space bunnies #not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising

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flyiingsly · 5 months

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Dress

Square : Cody

Pairing : Cody x f!jedi!reader

Warnings : None, drinking champagne and being a bit drunk, Padme and Anakin are terrible at hiding their relationship, idiots in love, fluff

Wordcount : 5.6 k

Summary : You are send on a very special undercover mission to ensure Senator Amidala’s protection. It was unexpected, but at last it gives you opportunity to spend some time alone with your favorite Commander afterward.

A/N : My thirteen submission for the @clonexreaderbingo ! Oh well, this one turned out to be longer than expected, I got a bit carried away I guess ! Not gonna lie, I had this prompt on my mind for a long time now, and it was the perfect occasion to bring it to life 😄 (Also, I was greatly inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift for this one, because the first time I heard this song, I immediately went "OMG ITS FITTING THAT PROMPT SO PERFECTLY AND THE VIBE IS INSANE 😭😭" so yeah, I listened to it a lot while writing this ahah) Enjoy ❤

Disclaimer : I'm still struggling to understand English grammar properly, English is not my native language and even if I have proofread my writtings several times, there is probably still typos in it. I'm very self conscious about it and I apologize for it in advance, but I'm doing my best to do better and I'm actively working at improving my writting skills !

So if you spot a typo, feel free to point it to me so I can correct it, it will be much appreciated :)

Today was a very special day for Senator Amidala. An important treaty has just been signed with a previously neutral little planet from the Outer Realm in order for it to join the Republic, thanks to her. She personally negotiated it with the head of their government, a close friend of her from when she was Queen.

As a tradition to celebrate the friendship between the two nations as well as the signature of the treaty, a special gala was organized on Coruscant that night, in one of the reception halls of the Senate. Numerous Senators were invited alongside the Chancelor himself as well as the planet’s delegation members and their families.

Unfortunately, the Trade Federation wasn’t really pleased to hear about it. Such a decision meant that the opportunity for them of taking advantage of and privatizing the planet’s rare resources was now ruined, and all on the fact that said planet had very close bonds with Naboo. So now both the Senate and the Jedi Council were concerned about the Federation sending some bounty hunter to attempt at Padme’s life as a revenge.

You, too, were particularly worried about the security of your dear friend during this event. But despite the understanding between the Republic and its new ally, its people still weren’t very fond of the Jedis nor the Clones. They agreed to trade their resources and to follow new laws, but not to engage in the war. So its representatives especially asked that no armed forces showed up at the party, and they made it a serious business.

That’s why you had to found some less conventional solutions to ensure her safety.

***

“Ho, wow ! This one looks perfect on you !” Padme lets out enthusiastically as soon as you get out of her suite’s bathroom, wearing a long, close-fitting, flowy burgundy dress with a square neck and long puffy transparent sleeves.

“Are you sure ?” you hesitantly ask.

“Of course !” she excitedly answers, “Every dresses that you tried suited you, you know, but this one, it really accentuates your figure, you’re stunning in it ! Plus, the color matches with mine, I think it will add credibility to your cover !”

You walked to the big mirror hanging on the wall of the room and paused in front of it. You stayed still for a moment, before turning around several times, running your hand across the heavy fabric, examining the unusual attire from every angles.

“Yeah, I think you’re right, it’s beautiful … Ok, I choose this one then !” you quickly conclude, smiling cheerfully.

The idea came from Anakin. In his opinion, the best possible person to protect the Senator can only be a jedi. He was very frustrated about the fact that this person, in this situation, couldn’t be him, for his face was already known as part of the Order by the planet’s delegation, and his presence would only create a huge diplomatic incident.

That’s when he suggested sending a jedi that the representatives had never met before, a woman preferably, and pretending that she was one of the Senator’s favorite handmaidens. It was public knowledge that Padme was very close to her companions, and often brought some of them at events along with her, so it was the perfect excuse.

Ahsoka was too recognizable to, and as you were close friend with Padme and a complete stranger to the guests, you ended up being the chosen one, much to the Nabooian’s joy.

You were nearly the same height and size as her, so she happily offered you to borrow one of her many dresses. You weren’t used to that kind of fancy and expensive outfits, for you were rarely letting go of your conventional jedi robes. It was a unique experience for you. You were nervous as ever, a bit uncomfortable, but excited at the same time. Each piece of Padme’s wardrobe was a work of art, and being given the opportunity to wear one of them was a huge privilege.

She was really supportive with you, trying her best to make you feel beautiful and comfortable. You both knew it was supposed to be a protection mission as well as a diplomatic event, but at the same time, you both internally knew that it was the perfect excuse to spend some good times together.

Once the trying on was done, you still had a couple hours to wait before the beginning of the party. Padme had a few meetings to attempts with others senators until then. You didn’t had anything much to do, so after dressing yourself back into your usual clothes, you decided to go visit General Kenobi and Commander Cody, who you knew were just back from their last mission.

You didn’t get the time to see them yet since they returned, but you heard from Anakin that the mission had been a success, and that only a few and minor injuries were reported. It was a really reassuring news, for you were spending most of your time with Obi Wan’s battalion, and just like him, you grew very fond of these men. Especially Cody. You couldn’t help but worry about them when they had to go on a mission without you, like for this one.

When you entered the aircraft hangar, you soon met a few troopers who greeted you warmly and told you that their superiors were in the commanding room debriefing the mission. When you entered it, Obi Wan was the first to notice you, smiling at you instantly.

“Hello there (Y/N) ! I knew that you were going to find us soon !”

Cody rose his head from the table to look at you, and his face seemed to suddenly enlighten when he saw you.

“Hey” he gently addresses you with a soft smile.

“Hey ! I’m so glad to see you ! It seems like an eternity since the last time you’ve been here … I heard that the mission was a success, congratulations ! I hope you’re planning on celebrating that !”

The cheerful remark made the two men chuckle.

“The news is fast to spread as I see !” the jedi amusingly replies, knowing perfectly well from where you got the information.

“Yeah, of course we’re gonna celebrate ! We have at least three days off until the last departure, and our men really deserve to take a break and relax.” The Commander was looking at you in the eyes, and his voice was reflecting his relief to be back from that mission safe and sound. And most of all, he was glad to finally be reunited with you.

“But first,” he adds in a more bored tone, “for the two of us, there’s plenty of paper work to do, that report is gonna be a long one, and I don’t know when we’re gonna finish it …”

“Actually, not today Commander.” Obi Wan suddenly interrupts him, starring at him with an insistent and meaningful look.

“Ah, yes, obviously ! I nearly forgot about that !”

They soon noticed your confused expression, to which the jedi answered with a grin.

“We heard that a party was hosted at the Senate tonight, and we also heard that you were taking part of it, for a professional purpose, of course.”

Your raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the news is really fast spreading, indeed” you mumble, knowing perfectly from where it was coming from as well.

“Oh, you noticed that too ?” he sarcastically lets out before pursuing, ”It’s gonna be a really big event, and since most of the Senators will be gathered here in the same place, the Chancellor asked a part of the 501st to support the Senate’s guards. I’ll be there too. We’re not allowed to enter the ballroom where the party will be hosted nor the main access corridor, but we’ll be all around the building and the senator’s quarters to ensure that no unexpected visitor could break inside. We will watch over the senators and escort them to the main hall, but not after that point. We’re gonna need to be discreet to not bother our guests.”

“I’ve always wondered why they are so uneasy around jedis and clones …” you whisper to yourself.

“Cody and Anakin will escort you and Padme from her quarters to the main hall.” he adds, “You’ll wear an earpiece in case you’ll need to contact them, they’ll stay near in case of something happen or you’ll need help. The Chancellor still gave us the permission to step in if something go wrong.”

“Great then, we have nothing to worry about with these two courageous men by our side !” you say, looking at Cody with a teasing smile.

His eyes widened and he blushed slightly, looking away quickly from you as a little nervous laugh escaped his mouth.

Then, you got closer from Obi Wan, and mutter in his ear quietly enough for Cody not to hear.

“Let me guess, Anakin volunteered for that, didn’t he ?”

Of course, he did, you knew him well enough to know that, and you knew about him and Padme for a long time now.

In fact, Obi-Wan and Rex knew too, probably half of the Jedi Order had noticed it, and you were pretty sure that a lot more people were suspecting something. You couldn’t blame them, they were two of your best friends, and the last thing you wanted was to cause them trouble. You knew the Jedi Code like the back of your hand, but after all, they weren’t doing anything bad, and they seemed happy together, and that was the only thing that really mattered to you. Plus, you knew way too well that not getting attached was a hard thing to do.

“Well”, he mutters back, “they both volunteered.”

It was your turn to widen your eyes. You briefly glanced at Cody, who didn’t seem to understand what it was all about.

“Ho really …” you muffle, looking back at a mocking jedi who apparently found your surprised expression very funny, “that’s great” you add, trying not to look too flustered.

Yes, not getting attached was very hard, even for a jedi. Obi-Wan had learned it the hard way in the past, and he couldn’t help but unconsciously notice the little signs of growing attachment in anybody he was close too by now. The little exchanged glances and smiles, the little attentions, the complicity … He could sense the worries and the fondness for one another, the bonds getting stronger. He witnessed friendships turning to love many times. He was very good at feeling that kind of things.

So of course, he knew for a long time that something was eventually going to happen between Cody and you.

“Well, I have to go, I need to meet the council, they want to see me before tonight.” He turns toward the officer, ”Commander, I’ll join you in your office later, we’ll still have time to at least start that report before your special mission !”, then he looks at you with a teasing smile, “(y/n), I’ll see you tonight, I can’t wait to see you in civilian clothes !”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a real special occasion for sure !” you laugh, ”See you later !”

He greeted you with a nod before escaping the room, leaving you and Cody alone.

The clone quickly turned toward you with a questioning look, getting closer in an instant.

“What exactly did you whispered to him before ?” he asks with curiosity.

“Ho, nothing, just jedi’s things …”

“Yeah, jedi’s things, of course …” he repeats suspiciously, not buying it.

“Hey,” you let out after a moment, in a more serious yet soft tone, ”how are you ? That mission was a long one, you must be exhausted …”

“It was long, indeed”, he sighs, “but I’ll be fine. As long as my men are safe, everything will be fine now.”

“Are you sure it’s gonna be okay for tonight ? I mean, it’s gonna end very late, and waiting here for hours will be exhausting too … You can still ask to stay in your quarters, you know. The 501st and the Coruscant Guards will be here, and I’m sure that Obi Wan will understand, he could replace you … Maybe you should take some rest, you deserve it too.”

Although you now knew that he volunteered, you were still worried about him. He looked tired, and you didn’t want to make it worse.

“It’s gonna be okay, don’t worry. As the General said, we have a couple of days off to rest, and nothing except some paper work to do tomorrow. I’ll be able to sleep for the entire morning, and even for the next one if I want !”, he tries to reassure you, “Plus, I don’t want to miss out the opportunity of witnessing your theatrical skills at playing the senator’s handmaid !” he adds with a mischievous grin.

“Stop making fun of me, I didn’t ask for any of that, and I’m sure that your “theatrical skills” are no better than mine anyway ...” you grumble, rolling your eyes and feigning annoyance.

“You’re right”, he chuckles, “I’ll be completely frightened if I were you, but I know that you’re gonna make it, and I’m sure that you’re gonna look great wearing something else than those robes ...” his grin has turned into a fond smile as he was speaking, and the feeling of his gaze settled on you made your heart beat faster.

“Well, thanks, I hope so …” you briefly answer, praying for your cheeks not to start blushing too much.

When you left the commanding room soon after, your chest was pondering with a mix of nervousness and excitation. You couldn’t help but replay his words about your evening’s outfit over and over again in your head. You were impatient for him to see you in that dress, but at the same time, it was making you very anxious and self-conscious. What if you weren’t that good looking you thought ? And what if he’ll find it disappointing ?

As you were trying to get rid of those poisoning thoughts, you didn’t notice the long and desirous look that Cody was sending your way as you passed the door. Whatever you were going to wear this evening, he knew that you will be beautiful anyway.

***

There were now just a couple minutes left until the moment you were supposed to attempt to the party. Padme and you were finishing to prepare yourselves, adjusting your clothes, styling your hair and applying some makeup on. You had never been one for the makeup before. Although the eccentric dresses had always intrigued you, makeup wasn’t that appealing to you. But Padme did a great job at corrupting you into at least wearing some mascara and lipstick, to accentuate your “beautiful lips and expressive eyes” as she said, and you absolutely bought it, allowing her to apply those on you herself.

You were looking at you in the mirror, fully dressed up and ready to go, when a knock ringed against the door. You jumped in surprise and felt your heart starting to race, thinking about what was waiting for you on the other side. About who, more precisely.

“Come in !” Padme’s joyful voice answers the knock, causing the door to immediately half open, revealing a smiling Anakin.

“Are you ready, Senator ?” he asks, trying to sound as formal as possible, but still wearing a smitten look on his face at the sight of his beloved.

“Yes, we’re ready ! Just a minute, please !” The door closed again as she came toward you, gently settling her hands on your shoulders, squeezing them slightly in a reassuring gesture.

“There’s no need to be nervous, you’re beautiful ! I know you’re supposed to be on a mission, but you still have the right to enjoy the night, you know.” Her smile was so warm and kind that it instantly made you feel better.

“Thank you, Padme, I’ll try !” you chuckle.

“Great then, if you don’t mind following me ...” she offered you her arm with a wink, and you took it without hesitation.

“Ready ?” she asks, a hand on the doorknob.

“Ready !” you let out enthusiastically, taking a deep breath.

The door opened in a muffled swoosh, showing a couple of blue armored clones forming a guard of honor on both side of the corridor. Your eyes widened at the view, and you looked around you in surprise. You weren’t expecting that much attention. In addition of the troopers were, on the right, near you, Obi-Wan and Rex, and on your left, near Padme, Anakin and Cody.

Your eyes instinctively went in search for each other’s, and when they met, everything and everyone that was around you seemed to disappear. It was so intense that you could nearly feel his look piercing thought your skin, for he was devouring you with his gaze right now, completely mesmerized by your gorgeousness.

Obi-Wan’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts when he called your name, and you barely catched it up on time to answer him without looking too distracted.

“ … right, (y/n) ?”

“Yes, of course !” you nod, without even minding what he was talking about, breaking the eyes contact with his Commander.

“Great then, everything is on point, let’s escort you to that party, Senator !”

He opened the way, leading the group toward the main hall. You threw a last look at Cody, that he returned with a soft and encouraging smile, before putting his helmet back on, just in time to cover the heavy blush that was starting to appear on cheeks.

You went down the corridor in a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere, and even if you were all trying to keep it as professional as possible, you still caught a few fond looks between Padme and Anakin, not knowing that, carefully hidden under his bucket, Cody was sending you the exact kind of enamored glances.

“That’s where we leave you.” Obi Wan says when you reached the entrance of the hall. “You’re in charge now, (y/n)”, he told you, looking at you right in the eyes, ”you know what to do if anything happen.”

“Of course I do, General Kenobi !” you mockingly exclaim, causing him to roll his eyes.

“I should have asked Padme to keep an eye in you instead of the contrary.” he teases. You only answered was a tongue out, which made everyone around you cackle. It had always been that way between the two of you, teasing and affectionately bothering each other.

Cody internally flinched at your bold gesture, wondering what it would be like to taste your lips, if only he could try right now ... But he couldn’t, so he just bites his own instead, trying to brush off all the unholy thoughts suddenly taking over his mind.

As you headed toward the entrance of the ball room, both you and him were thinking about the same thing : the moment when the event will finally be over and when you could see each other again.

***

The party was amazing, it was like entering a whole new world, and you were doing your best to act as natural as possible with the other guests. Even if socializing never really was your thing, you still managed to have lots of very interesting conversations with very interesting people during the evening.

But the most important thing to you was that nothing appeared to be threatening Padme’s safety. And by the end of the night, when everyone was starting to go back to their quarters, you were among the last ones to still be here.

As you and the Nabooian crossed the main hall again to head toward the corridor leading to her room, you soon caught a glimpse of a jedi’s robe and a clone’s armor waiting for you just around the corner.

“Hello there !”, you greet them enthusiastically, “Where are the other ?”

“Rex is out there securing the main entrance of the building, and Obi Wan is watching over the senator’s quarters aisle.” Anakin replies you, “So there’s just the two of us left to escort you now, if you don’t mind !” he adds with a grin.

“Haha, no, I think that will do !”

“So, how was the party ?”

“Well, it was great, nothing strange or suspicious to report, anything happened just as it was supposed to, except that I am a bit thirsty now.” You joke, looking teasingly at Padme, who was a little tipsy from the several glasses she had, while you had to stay sober to keep your reflexes and senses fully functioning.

“Oh, it’s not that late in the night ! You could still try that champagne, there’s plenty left in the Senate’s kitchen, the Chancellor always orders too much drinks for that kind of events, and I’m pretty sure that nobody will notice if a bottle or two goes missing !” she giggles.

“Ho really ? Sounds interesting !” you mischievously commented.

“Sounds like you’re trying to encourage a jedi into stealing from the Republic, Senator.” Anakin lets out with an amused smile.

“Me ? Really ? How dare you ? You know that I’m absolutely incorruptible !” you took a falsely offended expression, giving him the most outraged look that you could possibly do.

“Well, Senator, I think it’s time for me to take you back to your room, don’t you think ?” he then declared, still chuckling from your remark, looking at her with a not so subtle meaningful look.

“Yes, I think you’re right, Ani, I’m starting to feel a bit exhausted to be honest.”

“Commander”, the jedi turns to face Cody, “I let you escort (y/n) to the Temple.”

“Yes sir !” the clone answers, trying not to let his still visible happiness show too much.

As Anakin offered his arm to Padme, he looked at you with a smirk “And please, make sure that she’s not gonna rob the senate’s kitchen on the way !”

You gasped, looking even more insulted “How dare you, again ! What a shame !” you placed your hand on your heart to emphasize your shock, as if his words had awfully hurt you.

They both laughed at your imitation, before wishing you a good night and disappearing behind one of the corridor’s walls.

You smiled as you watch them walk away. They were cute as hell together, you thought.

“So, what do you want to do now ?” a voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “I bet you don’t really want to go back to the Temple already, don’t you ?”

He was right, you weren’t tired, and you still wanted to enjoy what was left of the evening.

“You may be right …” you look at him right in the eyes, grinning, “To be honest, I’ll gladly try that Champagne, don’t you ?”

***

“That city is definitely more beautiful at night …” you sigh, before taking a mouthful from your glass, eyes lost in the field of artificial light spreading in front of you.

After sneaking into the Senate’s kitchen to borrow a bottle, you both agreed to climb to the building’s roof to savor it. It was your idea, for you knew it was the only place where nobody was going to bother you, and the view was spectacular from here.

“I’ve never liked big cities”, you go on, “I’ve always had a hard time dealing with crowds … It’s kind of impressive, right ? Being in the middle of so many people, it’s nearly frightening … I get overwhelmed pretty quickly when I’m surrounded by so many moving bodies …”

“But you appear to be one of the best generals of the GAR at the same time, how surprising … You have to deal with thousands of men on stressful situations, and you’re doing absolutely great, who could imagine that crowds could make you so anxious ?” Cody jokes, looking at you with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Are you making fun of me, Marshal Commander ?” you reply, raising an eyebrow at him, trying to sound as serious as you could.

“Me ? I could never !”

“You di’kut …” you spit, bringing your glass to your lips and turning your attention to the city again.

He started to laugh at your harsh word. He knew it was affectionate.

He took a sip too, eyes still locked on your face. You looked beautiful as ever, just as he expected. He had always found you beautiful, even in a full set of armor, with exhausted features and blood and mud on your face after a battle, even in your large and not suggestive jedi robes, you were always beautiful to him. Whatever situation you appear to be in, you were always the most mesmerizing being he had ever seen.

The alcohol had started to strike at you and you were both feeling dizzy by now. You liked that sensation, it was blissful, and the context made it even more pleasing. It was just the two of you, finally sharing some time alone together with a bottle of one of the best champagnes in the galaxy. What could possibly go wrong ?

A blush passed on his cheeks as he thought about how all of this could end if he was courageous enough to make the first move. But he quickly shook his head, pushing the idea away. He may have been brave enough to lead an army, but that kind of things was beyond his abilities. Plus, the possibility that his feelings could not be mutuals was scaring him.

“You okay ?” you ask after noticing his flinch.

“Yes !”, he answers with all the composure he could gather, “Of course I am, I couldn’t have whish for a more perfect way to end that night !”

You looked at him with a sympathetic smile on your face. He sounded nervous, and you noticed that something seemed off with him since you were on that roof, but you put the blame on the alcohol and his tiredness.

“Well, you’re right, and the best thing about it is that the night is far from being over.” You whisper, making him blush even more.

A silence fell upon you as you both stared at the wall of buildings in front of you. The night wasn’t usually that dark due to the various street and traffic lights, but the Senate’s roof was high enough to be above the light pollution that was blurring the sky. It was bright enough so you could see each other, but still very dimmed, creating an intimate atmosphere around you.

As you were both pouring yourselves another glass, while cheerfully relating to each other your silliest and funniest mission’s stories, Cody couldn’t stop to think about what you had just said right before, not sure about the implied meaning of it.

Was that an invitation ? An encouragement to make his first move ? Or just a meaningless remark stating the fact that it wasn’t, indeed, that late in the night ?

When another silence grew between you, his heart started to race in his chest. He couldn’t take it anymore, and with a little help from the disinhibition caused by the alcohol, a sudden rush of courage hit him. “Kriff it” he thought, for it probably was his only opportunity to try something without being disturbed by anyone else.

Ignoring his apprehensiveness, he slowly stretched his arm toward your hand, that was settled on the floor and on which you were leaned on, your other hand being busy with your glass. He did his best to stay furtive, only throwing little side glances your way without turning his head. And even though you felt that something was about to happen, you kept your eyes locked on the horizon, your own heart slowly starting to beat faster in anticipation.

He hesitated for a second, trying to keep his ragged breathing and trembling limbs as steady as possible, before finally crossing the remaining gap. It was only a slight brush at first at the tip of one of your fingers, and it was still possible to go back, still possible to pretext a clumsy movement if you ever came to ask him about it.

You had fully noticed the contact, but you couldn’t move, completely frozen on spot, waiting for what could happen next, desperately hoping for it to not be a bad move.

Another brush met your skin, but this time, his fingers stayed on yours. Now he knew he couldn’t turn back anymore, and with a strike of confidence, he started to gently caress the back of your hand.

Your eyes were still lost on the city, but they couldn’t see anything anymore, for you were deeply focused on the sensation, overwhelmed by the feeling of his touch.

Still without saying a word, he slowly took your hand in his, squeezing it softly. You carefully squeeze it back and time seemed to instantly stop. Nothing else but the warmth of his hand on yours mattered to you anymore in that instant.

It took you a few moments and a deep breath to overcome your shyness and find the courage to look at him. When you met his eyes, they were glowing, and you suddenly felt like if he was staring at your very soul.

You were only a couple inches away from each other, and without a warning, he leaned toward you, closing that space to gently place his lips on yours. Your eyes widen in surprise before closing as you answered the kiss.

All you could do when your lips parted was to look at him in awe, stunned and a bit lost, not really sure if what had just happened was real. You both stayed quiet for a while, unable to move at first, awkwardness and embarrassment plastered on his blushing face as he was suddenly realizing what he had just done.

Without taking your eyes off of him and without really thinking about it, you slowly settled your glass on the ground to free your other hand and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

You felt a relieved sigh escaping from him as he instinctively slid his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. It was more intense this time, and you both made it last longer than the first one, savoring every second of it like if you were afraid that it could never happen again.

He only broke it when he came out of breath, panting and the beating of his heart ringing through his ears. Then he rested his forehead against your, looking at you with sparks in his eyes like if he was looking at the most precious thing in the whole galaxy.

“Did I told you how beautiful you are in this dress ?” he softly whispers.

“Thank you …” you mutter, felling the heat raising to your face.

“Can I tell you a secret ?” he then nervously asks.

“Of course, you know you can tell me anything.”

“I’ve been waiting for that moment for months to be honest … But I wasn’t sure about how you’ll react, I was afraid that every little thing I’ve took as signs of affection toward me were just you being the kind and thoughtful person you are … But still, a part of me wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was chance that it could be more than that, more than just friendship between us, so … I wanted to ask you, was I wrong about it ? Did I misread the signs ?”

His fear of rejection was so strong that it was palpable through the air, and it was breaking your heart.

“No, you didn’t …” you whisper, “To be fair, I was hoping for all of this to happen someday too, but I didn’t know how to make you understand it. I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings so … I’m sorry if I failed to deliver the message correctly !” you chuckle anxiously.

“But now that I got the opportunity, I think that I need to tell it to you once and for all …”, you paused, gathering your courage, before going on with a shy and trembling voice, “ I … I love you, Cody, and I may not know how to show it properly, but I don’t want you to doubt it anymore.”

He gasps at your answer, emotion taking over him and overwhelming his tipsy brain. He couldn’t say anything, but instead, he leaned toward you and crashed his mouth against yours once more. His whole body was shaking, and his embrace was tight and warm around you.

“I love you too, mesh’la, more than anything !” He finally breathes out with watery eyes and a wide enamored smile on his beautiful face.

You stayed on the roof for one more hour at least, cuddling and kissing in the fresh night air, before he invited you to spend the rest of the night with him in his personal quarters at the GAR building.

You didn’t hesitate a second before accepting his proposition. You weren’t the only one to not sleep at the temple anyway, and you knew that nobody will notice your absence. That undercover mission had been a real challenge for you and you were both exhausted by now, but it was worth it.

You weren’t expecting the event to turn out that way, but after all, he was right, that night couldn’t have ended better than that.

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ahqkas · 2 years

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𝐨𝐨𝐨. MOMENTS WE SHARE ; anakin skywalker

pairing! anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis! it's anakin's turn to keep you grounded, to be your anchor, after a rough day full of negative emotions

warnings! fluff, no proofread, use of 'angel, sweetheart, my love' for reader, based on this request tysm for the request lovely <3 lmk if i missed smth !!

word count! 0.9k

note! i pledge allegiance to the flag of anakin skywalker the united states of america 🫡🫡 (its a tiktok audio someone get it pls 😞) PLEASE I NEED HIM SB ,, liking, reblogging & commenting is deeply appreciated <3

The feeling of failure haunted you with every step you took, clinging into you like a young youngling's attention would to master's movements and sentences during a lesson. Everywhere you went, it followed to remind you how things could turn out and you despised it to the very core.

There were lot of things you didn't like but when it came to disappointing others and failing them, that was something entirely different. The feeling a heavy weight of someone's disappointed glance being put on your shoulders made you anxious, even thinking about it was bad enough. So you tried your best, always putting their feelings and life ahead of yours, just like Jedi were taught to do.

You basically weren't allowed to make any mistakes and you did good on that part, there was barely a mission you didn't succeed in. But some days just weren't make for victories and words couldn't express enough how much you dreaded them.

You were afraid to fail your master. She was the first person in the entire Jedi Temple who saw enough potential in your being to take you under her wings and train you like her own. Both of you knew about the attachments and why they weren't allowed to be formed, but she took the risk for her, for you and made your special childhood as normal (for a Jedi child) as she could. Master Floren understood the future she had written for both of you if the Council found out but she took her chances and you'd grateful until your last moment in the galaxy.

You were afraid to fail your Padawan. Cal Kestis was a sweet child, unusually wise for his age with strong determination to learn and that made him such a pleasure to have as your student. At first you were a bit uptight about being assigned a Padawan learner but the more time you spend with Cal, the more you realized you don't have to be scared of such a responsibility.

And you were more than afraid to fail Anakin. Anakin, who stood at your side since the beginning of your training as a Padawan learner and kept you a welcoming company when your friends turned their backs to you. Anakin, who tried his hardest and succeeded in making you laugh when you felt like crying, watching the sad tears turn into ones of happiness. Anakin, whose future was devoted to you and you only.

They were the closest people to you, people who ignored a big part of the Jedi code and if you failed any of them, if anything happened to them because you weren't able to protect them like you swore to yourself you would, you didn't think you could live with that.

A shift beside you and the rustle of your sheets bought you back to the reality, making your negative thoughts disappear just for a while. "You alright, my love?"

Your back was turned to Anakin and you found yourself being relieved by it, the position making it impossible for him to see your face expression. You knew he had his own problems and things to worry about ─ he wouldn't make you feel any less important and act as if your problems weren't valid ─ but if he saw you in your anxious state, you would not bear it. Having your worry added to Anakin's shoulders was something you didn't want to do in the slightest.

"I'm okay, Ani. Go back to sleep."

A beat of silence, then Anakin's hand sneaked to rest comfortably on the curve of your waist, three fingers tapping the skin in nonexistent rythm. "You know I won't go to sleep if you don't." That was true. He often took his time getting ready to bed, always laying down under the blankets after you. It brought some strange way of comfort to his mind, knowing you made it next to him whole and well. "I couldn't sleep anyway." That was the truth as well.

You turned to face him, his light eyes now resembled the dark sky like the old ink in the way older books you'd spent time reading together as younglings and you found yourself drowning in the blue of them. "I'm just ... anxious again. With the war raging at it's fullest, I'm scared for Cal. He's so young, Anakin. And Master Floren? I can't lose her, she's the only family I have left." Besides you.

Anakin's palm made a contact with your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin under your eye with such care you thought you had imagined it. "It's okay to think like that, sweetheart. You are allowed to feel emotions. You're scared and that's normal. I'm worried for Ahsoka as well, but they are smart for their age, not to mention the training they are going through. They're going to be safe, okay, angel? Both of them."

You leaned into the comfort of Anakin's touch, slightly relaxing in his presence. He was right, all of them are going to be fine. Master Floren. Cal and Ahsoka. Anakin.

His hand went to the back of your head, pushing it lightly to rest on his chest, your ears registering the sound of his gentle heartbeat which was slowly lulling you into a much needed sleep. Anakin knew what you needed and Force help him if he didn't do exactly what was productive for your well being. Your head heaved with every breath he took and you could feel the kisses of his cold lips being pressed into your hairline with his arms tightening around your frame, making you finally feel at ease that day.

"Everything will be alright, love. I'll make sure of it."

And as a whole war was raging out there, you felt at peace in the arms of your beloved lover.

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anakinskywalkerog · 2 years

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My Very Soul (Chapter 4)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

everyone meet Henry! played by Skandar Keynes, dashing young man version

Link to Chapter 3

Warnings: more Anakin angst, lots of jealousy, canon-typical violence & death, and the beginnings of some soft Ani fluff (it’s a slow burn y'all, so appreciate the build, please)

Summary: As you and your fellows try to figure out the mystery behind the Banking Clan's slow progress, Anakin's jealousy leads to an upsetting confrontation

Word Count: 5.4k

The Muuns of the Banking Clan were interesting beings. You sat watching them as they looked down upon you and your colleagues, their chairs elevated in the high-ceilinged chamber in which they held their proceedings.

"The Republic believes this new organizational structure will add security and efficiency to the documentation of the Banking Clan's credit reserves," Master Obi-Wan was saying, the Muuns nodding as he explained the new record-keeping system that you Jedi had been sent to initiate...or, so the Muuns believed. You felt a bit uneasy at this deception, but you understood the importance of securing the Republic's control of the credit standard, especially for those planets in the Outer Rim that suffered under the hands of the crime syndicates. As Obi-Wan spoke, you felt Master Yuma reaching out with the Force, communicating to you that you must focus, now. You let your eyes glaze over. From the outside, it would appear that you were politely listening to Master Kenobi's speech. You used this mask to hide the true purpose of this meeting—the objective was for you to try to read the situation, understand the Muuns' emotional movements, sense where their thoughts led, trying to glean if anything within this governing body was amiss.

Before you knew it, the meeting was over. Time passed differently when you were meditating, you knew, and you shook your head to clear it, quickly, following your Master and the other Jedi out of the Clan's chambers.

"We should reconvene on our ship," Master Yuma said innocently, disguising the true meaning of her words. "We can send a transmission to the Council, to let them know of our progress."

"Certainly," Master Faer said, just as calmly. Though it was not assumed that any of the Muuns had ill intent, it was important for you to discuss your mission aboard your own ship, where you could be sure no one was listening in.

The sun was setting outside against the mountains as you, Henry, and Anakin followed your Masters back out onto the landing platform. You paused, only for a moment, to take in the colors as they moved along with the jagged outlines of the mountainous horizon. Spending most of your time on Coruscant, you didn't often get to admire the natural beauty of the universe.

"Y/N," Master Yuma called to you, and you turned, following her up the closing ramp of the ship you'd arrived on earlier that day.

"My Padawan tells me that you have an unusual ability for understanding other's thoughts," Master Faer said to you as all of you entered the main hull, sitting around the flight table.

"Not thoughts, exactly," you responded, looking to Master Yuma for permission to explain. She nodded to you in encouragement. "I can...sense minute changes in other presences, through the Force," you clarified, trying to speak of your own abilities with humility. "Usually centered on emotions."

"And what did you discover," Obi-Wan asked, looking to you, "about our Muun friends?"

"They're..." you cast around, searching for the right words to explain. Thought, emotion, and consciousness were not easily captured through language. "They're afraid," you said, looking inward, trying to translate the experience you'd had in that chamber in a way that made sense. "All of them. They're scared. Of what, I don't know," you continued, "but I don't sense any malintent on their behalf. I don't think they're the ones behind this...plot, if it is such an organized effort. But there's something they're not telling us. It's like...like they're being forced, against their will. To do what, I don't know." You shook your head, deep in thought, trying to understand it. "It's like there's some other presence. I sensed the outline of something we're missing, but I can't get a read on what it is...whatever this presence is, the Muuns are terrified of it."

Your words cast the group into silence, everyone thinking hard.

"I too sensed a lack," Master Yuma agreed. "A lack of sight, that is. We're being blinded." You watched your Master as she puzzled, her braids hanging loosely around her attractive face, her large eyes clouded by thought.

"Well, we don't have much to report yet," Master Obi-Wan conceded. "We'll need to do a little more digging." Master Faer nodded.

"The Muuns are under the impression that you will be overseeing the new organizational system's implementation tomorrow," Master Faer said. "They've arranged rooms for you all. I have found them to be gracious hosts," Master Faer continued, smiling a tired smile.

"That's good news," Master Yuma said, leaning back. "We could all use some rest."

"Henry," Master Faer suggested, "if you could show your fellows to their rooms for the evening, I will join Masters Yuma and Obi-Wan in sending a transmission back to the council." Henry nodded obligingly. You stood, Anakin following suit. You noticed that Anakin's presence seemed subdued as you walked back off of the ship and toward the Banking Clan's headquarters. It wasn't common for him to be quiet during deliberations—it wasn't common for him to be quiet, period. You read in him a sense of unease, felt some flickers of fear and anger, though you didn't understand where these emotions were coming from.

You thought back to Henry's words from earlier. He's quite taken with you, Henry had said. You knew this area of thought was off limits, but you couldn't help feeling a gnawing feeling in your stomach. In your own way, you cared for Anakin. You felt remorseful, now, as you walked toward the turbolift inside the floating city with your two silent companions. You could admit that when you were around Anakin, a part of you warmed internally—the way Anakin's Force presence swelled when it met yours, the way you felt his joy spike, no matter the circumstance, even if you were glaring at him, even if you were insulting his intelligence—you couldn't help but feel affection for this boy. Anakin wore all of his emotions on his sleeve, and it was, in many ways, ironic that you were the one who was so often paired with him on missions, seeing as reading other's emotions was your Force gift. You didn't need it, with Anakin. His emotions spilled out at every turn, his joy, his eagerness, his anger, his insecurity—all of it read on his face and in every gesture. You hadn't been able to prevent yourself from becoming fond of him, even though you had tried very hard. It was endearing, meeting someone so genuine. Maybe you had been too hard on him.

"The rooms on this level are for diplomatic visitors," Henry told you quietly as you exited the lift, seeming to sense that both you and Anakin were lost in your own, deep trenches of thought. He gestured to a door in front of him, and a door to his left. "Anakin, you may take this one, if you wish," Henry offered. Anakin gave him a curt nod.

"Thank you, Henry," you said, putting your hand on the door handle. "For everything."

"I'll see you in the morning," Henry said, and with a soft smile, he departed back into the lift. You turned, opening the door to your room, surprised at its size. The window was large, and through it you could see the last bits of light disappearing against the expansive starry sky. On missions, you were usually delegated to sleeping in the corner of the ship, or perhaps a bunk, if you were lucky. To have a guest room, with a large bed, a view, and a vase full of fresh flowers on the bedside table overwhelmed you. You turned back around, smiling, to find Anakin standing in your doorway, looking angrier than you'd ever seen him.

"Ani—wha?" you started to question, but all too quickly, he crossed the room, his angry strides breaking through your peaceful mood like a knife.

"What do you mean, what?" Anakin accused, turning back to look you in the face before continuing his pacing. You looked at him, eyes wide. For once, you truly had no idea what was going through his mind.

"Henry!" Anakin snarled, putting his hands up in the air, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"What about Henry?" you asked, truly nonplussed.

"You're joking, right?" Anakin asked, stopping his pacing to put his face up close to yours. "That man is what—four, five years older than you?"

"So?" you questioned, trying to understand how Anakin could be so angry.

"So?! So he had no right talking to you the way he did." Anakin resumed his angry pacing. You sensed that his subdued nature earlier was nothing more than a valiant attempt to contain the emotions he exhibited now, though you still felt this reaction needed more of an explanation.

"Talking to me how?" you asked, looking at Anakin as if he were crazy.

"You know," Anakin said threateningly, pointing his finger at you. "Talking to you as if you were..."

"As if I were what?" you asked, more quietly, wondering if you could calm Anakin down enough to get him to spit it out.

"He's way too old for you," Anakin huffed, and you saw that his hands were shaking. "It's not right. And you," Anakin continued, turning to point at you again accusingly, "you went right along with it. He's grown, and you're just a—"

"Just a what?" you asked, anger finally penetrating your mood. "Just a kid?"

"His behavior was completely unacceptable," Anakin went on, still pacing. "He was all over you. And he was so obvious about it! Romantic attachments are against the rules, Y/N. And it's...it's wrong. It's beyond inappropriate, for you and him to—for you—" Anakin sputtered, seeming unable to finish his thought. You started laughing.

"Anakin, it isn't like that at all. Henry and I have known each other since we were small children, training together as younglings." You shook your head, finally cluing in to the meaning behind Anakin's reaction. You felt yourself blushing, wanting very much to completely ignore this realization about the reason behind Anakin's anger, and also struggling to keep yourself from punching Anakin in the mouth.

"There's something off about the way he looks at you," Anakin retorted, his eyes narrowed, looking up into your face with an intensity you had seen from no one else. The strength of his Force presence was incomparable.

"The only thing off here is you," you responded, raising your voice ever so slightly. "And I know why," you said, your hands balling into fists, your frustration and discomfort rising in you like a swelling wave. Just when you thought maybe you should be giving Anakin more grace, he worked his way under your skin in the worst way, proving himself to be the most irksome, the most exasperating presence in the galaxy. You felt Anakin's anger rise alongside yours, his presence in the Force lashing out toward you.

"Oh yeah?" Anakin taunted, trying uselessly to use bravado through his anger.

"You're jealous of him," you responded rudely, lowering the tone of your voice again, trying to regain control of yourself.

"Of him?" Anakin squawked derisively, going in the opposite direction of control. "As if. Obedient, quiet, polite, Henry," Anakin spat, smiling a horrible smile. "He's weak."

Your anger turned to ice. You felt your body stiffen, all of your cold fury directed at the boy in front of you. You couldn't believe it—couldn't believe Ani could be so cruel, that he could be so dismissive toward someone so caring and generous, someone who was like a brother to you.

"Henry is kind," you said fervently, and you felt your eyes start to water. You willed the tears back. "He's compassionate, and wise. He's ten times the Jedi you will ever be." At these words, you felt Anakin's presence fold into itself, somehow, as if inside him there were a black hole that had suddenly been unleashed. You felt the tiniest twinge of regret.

You heard a clattering sound across the room, and you turned, seeing the vase that had been filled with flowers on the ground, shattered into pieces. The flower stems lay amidst the wet, surrounded by clear shards of glass. You turned back to face Anakin, to chastise him for letting himself lose control like that, but he had already run from the room, leaving behind him a wake of fury and agony that you felt linger in the Force.

Anakin awoke the next morning balled up in his sheets, sweating, his feelings and memories from the previous night still storming around him. He had not slept well. He had not gotten a chance to enjoy the beautiful room that the Muuns had prepared for him, though Padawans never were granted such dignified accommodations. The whole of it seemed to be mocking him in his anger, the white sheets, the view of the mountains outside in the morning air. Even the vase full of flowers on the bedside table was taunting him. He wanted to smash this one as well—two for two—but he held back.

He had felt he was justified, telling you off for the way you had interacted with Master Faer's Padawan. Anakin refused to think his name. Still, when he had locked himself in his own room, after confronting you, all he had felt was distress. He was tormented by your face—he'd never before seen you with tears in your eyes, looking at him as if he'd gravely wounded you. The memory made him feel slimy, sick, like some kind of slithering, wet sadness were making its way through his body, emptying him of his anger, his confidence, of anything aside from guilt. Anakin sat up, putting his feet on the ground, resting his hands on his knees.

He had not meant to make you upset. He didn't know what he had meant to do—his anger had gotten the better of him, as it so often did. But Anakin was not able to banish his anger completely—he felt it stirring inside him, waiting to be called upon should it be needed. Anakin shook his head. Yes, he didn't see what there was to admire in a boy like Henry—a man, Anakin supposed—but you did, and Anakin certainly admired you, your tenacity, your skill, the way you refused to give in, the way you always seemed to be a step ahead of him. Anakin put his head into his hands.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said gently from the doorway. Anakin looked up, annoyed that his Master always seemed to appear when he was struggling with his emotions. Having a Master like Obi-Wan—someone so perceptive and attuned to Anakin's internal shifts—was at times difficult. Anakin hadn't ever tried to hide his feelings for you, from Obi-Wan at least, but as he grew older, things seemed to become more complicated.

"The Muuns have arranged breakfast for us on the lower level," Obi-Wan said cautiously, watching his Padawan.

"I'm not hungry," Anakin muttered, turning his face away from the knowing gaze of his Master. Obi-Wan sighed, entering the room, sitting on the ottoman at the end of Anakin's bed.

"You might try to see what you're feeling right now," Obi-Wan began, Anakin still refusing to look at him, "as an opportunity for growth. Feelings that seem important and all-consuming in this stage of your life will shift, and likely fade with time." Anakin shook his head. He didn't know all that much about this kind of attachment, but he knew enough to know his feelings about you, in particular, would never change, or fade, no matter how much time passed. Obi-Wan put a comforting hand on his Padawan's shoulder.

"I do know that if you want the admiration of your peers," Obi-Wan said gently, "you need to earn it, through words and actions that are admirable." These words softened Anakin's anger, for they were useful to him. They envisioned a way forward—a future in which you didn't despise Anakin, but rather, a future in which you admired him, more than you admired Henry, more than you admired anyone else.

Obi-Wan watched his apprentice's face as Anakin worked this through. Obi-Wan felt as if he could see the cogs churning, Anakin pushing through the heaviness of his adolescent emotions toward logical conclusions. Obi-Wan remembered what it was like to be young, though he had never been as hot-tempered as his Padawan. He was sympathetic toward Anakin, wanting to assuage these feelings and put his apprentice's mind at peace. Still, a warning arose in the back of Obi-Wan's mind, a warning that had come from the Jedi Council long ago. Though Obi-Wan was aware of Anakin's tendency toward attachment and possession, he also knew Anakin to be, in his very core, a good and compassionate person. He would work through these feelings, in time, and mature with age. Obi-Wan was sure of it.

Obi-Wan waited in the hallway while his Padawan washed and dressed. Anakin emerged from his room feeling quite irritable, but he worked hard to arrange his features. He breathed in the Force, trying to remember that a Jedi must act selflessly. A Jedi must be slow to anger, must always try to feel connected to other life forms—even life forms that were older, and annoyingly polite, with their stupid freckles, life forms that talked to you as if you were the most beautiful person in the whole of the galaxy—

No. Anakin worked again to clear his mind of anger for Henry, worked to compose his face and stature into something resembling good natured. As he waited for the lift to descend, Anakin felt Obi-Wan's Force presence and was calmed by it. His Master never seemed to get too worked up, about anything, and though this often infuriated Anakin, right now it was helping him to quiet his troubled mind.

As Anakin followed Obi-Wan into a sunny room with a large table, he saw that you, Master Yuma, and Henry were already seated. The table had another vase, with the same flowers that had been in the guest rooms, and was covered with a variety of fruits, biscuits, and other breakfast fares. Master Yuma and Henry looked up as Anakin and Obi-Wan entered, both ushering greetings, but you refused to acknowledge their presence. Anakin watched your face, but you ate slowly, staring across at the wall in front of you. Anakin sat down at the table.

Anakin swallowed, trying to move his face correctly as he turned to Henry. "Good morning," Anakin told Henry, in a voice that didn't sound like his own. Henry nodded to him. Anakin turned to you. "Good morning, Y/N," he said, making sure to push outward with his own remorse, his compassion, his most admirable qualities.

You looked up at him, finally, your eyes wide and your eyebrows upturned, as if he had said something horribly shocking. You looked back down at your plate, your face red. Clearly, you were still angry.

"Are you all right, Y/N?" Henry asked you gently, and Anakin's emotions roiled inside of him. You ignored both of them, still staring at your plate.

"I don't want to know," Master Yuma said, putting her hands in the air in front of her, as if in surrender. "Y/N, we've been tasked with going over the manifest for the credit reserves this morning. Whenever you're ready, we should—"

"I'm ready," you responded quickly, looking as if you wanted nothing more than to escape that room. Anakin saw the sides of Master Yuma's mouth twitch.

"All right," Master Yuma said quietly, no hint of anything other than professionalism in her tone. "We'll all reconvene this afternoon." As Master Yuma pushed back from the table, you stood up, knocking some of your silverware to the ground, and fled the room quickly, not turning to look back.

Henry looked concerned, but Anakin avoided his eyes. Henry turned to Obi-Wan.

"Don't ask," Obi-Wan said, taking a dignified sip from his teacup.

"You know," Master Yuma told you as the two of you poured over the large books kept by the Muuns, standing in the small room behind the chamber in which the meeting had been held. "You're really growing up, Y/N. Though I can sense that you are troubled, you've handled your emotions quite well." She turned a page and ran her finger along it, looking for any inconsistencies within the Muuns' records. You shook your head.

"I've been working hard, to regulate myself," you admitted to her, running your hand along the opposite page of the large book, looking through the numbers presented in small, neat lines. "But it's so difficult, sometimes. Anakin—"

"Anakin is very powerful in the Force," Master Yuma said thoughtfully, keeping her eyes down, on her work. "It must be quite a challenge, to be so young, and to command so much power." These words surprised you—you hadn't expected Master Yuma to make excuses for Anakin's behavior.

"But he can be so irritating," you groaned, finally letting out some of your frustrations, finally allowing yourself to act in a way some would consider indecorous. "And sometimes, when his emotions get the best of him, he can even be...cruel." Your stomach turned as you remembered the way he had spoken about Henry. Master Yuma looked up, turning to you.

"I know that age grants one the ability to see things more clearly," Master Yuma said, "and I know that you and Anakin both are very young. Still," Master Yuma continued, her eyes becoming unfocused, as if she were trying to look ahead, past this room, past this moment. "Still, I sense that you know Anakin's heart is not cruel—that you know there is more to this story that has not yet revealed itself."

You watched Master Yuma, sucking your breath in. This honesty startled you. You didn't know what to say in response, didn't know how to make sense of these words. It wasn't as though you hadn't thought this, in the depths of your mind, before now—it was that hearing it spoken aloud, and from someone you regarded as wise and discerning, frightened you.

"We can only control our own actions, Y/N," Master Yuma continued. "I trust that you will—"

Master Yuma's words cut off sharply, as both of you turned, looking to the doorway in alarm.

"I sense it too," you said quickly, and before you knew it you were following your Master at a run, unholstering your lightsaber, through the maze of rooms that made up the Clan's headquarters, outside, onto the hangar, where you sensed a bubble of tension—of danger.

You exited to a distressing scene: the bright light of the day revealed Anakin and Henry, standing at the edge of the hangar, their lightsabers lit, blocking blasts sent from an enemy wearing pilot's clothing, a mask covering their face, their blaster firing shot after shot. The mystery attacker was skilled, you saw—the assailant dodged the blasts that Anakin and Henry sent back, deflected by their lightsabers, and rolled on the ground and fired more shots, getting closer and closer to the Padawans. You and Master Yuma ran forward, lightsabers lit, but you were still too far away. You felt the presences of Master Faer and Master Obi-Wan exiting the building behind you, having sensed the danger at the same time you had. This was supposed to be a diplomatic mission, you thought desperately. Who was this attacker, and, more importantly, why were they here? There wasn't time to think it through. You ran forward, desperate to join your fellow Padawans.

You watched with horror as a blast hit Henry in the arm, knocking his lightsaber out of his hand, leaving him defenseless. You felt like your legs were moving in slow motion, so intense was your desire to get to him, to protect him, when you saw the attacker fire the blaster again, directly toward Henry's heart.

"Henry!" you screamed, but as you felt your stomach drop, a terrible fear slashing through your middle, you saw the red light stream of the bullet stop, hovering in mid-air between the masked attacker and Henry's frozen form, his mouth open in surprise. You didn't understand, not until you looked to your left and saw Anakin, sweat dripping from his brow, his hand reaching outward, his fingers tensed. You wouldn't have believed it if it weren't happening before your eyes. You'd never seen someone stop an energy bolt from a blaster through the Force. You wouldn't have thought it possible—the reflexes necessary to stop something moving that fast would need to be quicker than lightspeed. The attacker stood, watching the beam of light hovering, astonished, and turned to look at Anakin. Anakin's stare turned cold, and you knew what would happen before you could stop it. Anakin used his Force grip on the energy bolt to change its direction, sending it back to the attacker, hitting the mysterious masked figure in the chest.

"Henry," you said, your heart beating quickly as you ran forward to look at your friend. "Are you all right?" Henry nodded, seeming shaken, but you could feel in his emotions that it had not been the attacker's actions that had caused that bewildered look on his face. It had been Anakin's response. It took Henry a moment to get ahold of himself.

"Thank you," he said, turning to face Anakin head on. "You saved my life." Anakin nodded at Henry, then turned to look back at the masked attacker. It was clear to everyone from the mysterious figure's still form, unmoving on the floor of the hangar, that whoever this person had been, they were no more.

"That was unwise, Anakin," Obi-Wan said quietly, walking forward to examine the body. "Now we will never know who this assailant is, or who sent them to attack us." Anakin flushed, and you felt his frustration through the Force.

"He would have killed Henry," Anakin argued, "had I not intervened."

"He, or she, or they might be dead," Master Yuma said, "but it's time for those among us who have not been truthful to give us answers." She turned to face the Muuns, who stood in a cluster near the doorway into the inner chamber, looking terrified.

"Who sent this assassin?" Master Faer asked them, for once abandoning his calm demeanor, looking angrier than you had ever seen him. You felt that Master Faer cared deeply for his Padawan.

"We do not know!" one of the Muuns entuned, wringing his hands, acting upset. "We cannot know."

"Then what is it that you have been hiding from us, friends?" Master Obi-Wan said. His tone was calm, but the strength of the Force command in his question rang around all of you. The Muuns felt it, whether or not they knew consciously. They all looked at each other, looking scared.

"We have been plagued," one Muun said in a small voice, standing behind the others, "by a demon. A hooded man, in the shadows. A demon who has threatened us, our species."

"Tell us everything," Master Yuma said, her voice intensifying.

"We will," the Muun agreed.

"But we can't go," you said, distressed, looking back to Henry and Master Faer as you, Master Yuma, Master Obi-Wan, and Anakin prepared to board your ship. "Not now that we know there has been an attempt to remove the Jedi presence on Muunilinst. We need to stay to help Master Faer, and—"

"It is likely our presence here brought forth this attack," Master Obi-Wan explained, looking to you with empathy. "Staying will only garner more resistance to a Republic presence in the Banking Clan."

"But—"

"Master Faer and I can take care of ourselves," Henry told you, walking forward and taking your hand. "You don't need to worry, Y/N." You looked up into his eyes and felt that he meant this—that though he didn’t want you to leave, he felt it was for the best. Duty came first for a Jedi. You hugged him, burying your face into his chest, the way you used to do when you first arrived to the Jedi Temple as a young child, when Henry was one of the only other younglings who was nice to you.

"We'll see each other again soon," Henry said kindly, pulling away from you and gesturing for you to enter up the ship ramp with your companions. You turned away reluctantly, and once you were aboard, you turned back to watch the ramp close, Henry waving goodbye from behind it before it shut fully.

"Better settle in," Master Yuma told you, putting a reassuring hand on your arm. "Get some rest, Y/N." You still felt wrong about leaving, still saw Henry's face as the ramp closed in your mind, but you knew Henry was talented, and that Master Faer would do anything to protect him. There was no use in worrying more, right now. You sighed, and plopped yourself down onto the flight couch in the main hull. Master Yuma went to check on Master Obi-Wan in the cockpit. You'd almost forgotten the other presence next to you, so lost you were in your thoughts of all that had just occurred. You tried hard to cast out your fear, because you knew where the fear of loss led. As you worked through the Force to regulate yourself, your eyes closed, you noticed a pause hanging in the air, as if someone had spoken half of a sentence and was waiting to speak the other half, or the last few notes of the melody had yet to be played. You opened your eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Anakin burst out, standing across the hull in front of you, looking uncomfortable in his posture. You raised your eyebrows. Watching Henry almost be killed by a blaster had driven your argument with Anakin from your mind, but you could see now that Anakin had been waiting for the appropriate moment to say this. It was surprising, to you—you'd never heard Anakin apologize.

"For what?" you asked cautiously, taking in Anakin's bowed figure, feeling his complicated emotions swirling around the both of you.

"I'm sorry for—for what I said. About Henry," Anakin continued, his voice clipped. This seemed to be new territory for him, as if he were pushing hard within himself to try to force the words out. "He's not weak. He's a good Jedi." You watched Anakin, his eyes looking to you, asking for your forgiveness, and you felt a shift in the Force. Between the two of you there had rarely been any vulnerability, any weakness—you had always kept a strict guard up around Anakin, and he had always met that guard with confidence, with boldness, with his daring audacity, his stubbornness. The boy in front of you now was allowing that boldness to wash away, leaving behind a presence you associated with the boy you had found, all those years ago, sitting on the bench in the Jedi temple. Underneath Anakin's self-confident swagger you had always intuited this sensitivity, this soft current, but now that it was on full display in front of you, at your mercy, you were overwhelmed. You felt yourself blushing, unsure what to say.

"Thank you," you whispered, and Anakin felt your acceptance of his apology in your words. His posture relaxed. He walked over, tentatively, sitting next to you on the flight couch, still keeping his distance.

"Do you believe it? What they said?" Anakin asked, his energy buzzing, his body still working to keep in his emotions—fear, relief, amongst other things you refused to name. "About the hooded demon, that is."

"Yes," you admitted, still looking down. "Though that descriptor doesn't seem right, as it's through the Muuns' limited lens. Whatever that presence actually is..." You paused, turning to look at Anakin, feeling his presence in the Force swell when you made eye contact. "I have a feeling things are changing, Ani." He nodded, his eyes wide, taking you in.

"There's nothing in this universe that the Jedi can't handle," Anakin told you. You knew he had been trying to say this with comfort, but the phrasing unnerved you. You couldn't sense why. "Whatever changes, we'll handle it together."

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Unbreakable Bonds Chapter One

Unbreakable Bonds

A novella in the ‘How it Should Have Ended’ Universe.

TheGreatWicked

Summary: In a galaxy where Anakin Skywalker successfully resisted the pull of darkness, fulfilling his destiny as the Chosen One to bring balance to the Force, the Jedi Temple is abuzz with discussions about the traditionally forbidden nature of attachments. As Anakin assumes the role of a Jedi Master, his decision to ensure Palpatine's arrest rather than execution sets the tone for a new era.

On the way to an impromptu council meeting, where Anakin now holds a seat as a respected master, Obi-Wan Kenobi experiences an unusual sensation. A mysterious connection tugs at him when he encounters a young boy patiently waiting outside the council chambers. Unbeknownst to Obi-Wan, the spotlight is about to shift from Anakin to himself.

As the secrets of Obi-Wan's past unravel, the Jedi Council finds itself thrust into action much sooner than anticipated. The delicate balance of the Force, once maintained by Anakin's choices, now hinges on the unforeseen revelations from Obi-Wan's history. The galaxy is on the brink of change, and the consequences of long-held secrets may reshape the destiny of the Jedi and the Force itself.

Pairing: Obi-wan/OFC (Cressida Vox)

Rating: Explicit, depictions of violence and sexual encounters between consenting adults.

Chapter One

As the shuttle engines wound down with a soft hum and the ramp descended, the cool artificial air of the planet's capital washed over them. Stepping out onto the platform, the vibrant world of Coruscant was revealed to them in all its bustling, high-tech, and enigmatic glory. It was alive. Speeders zoomed overhead and the crowds of people, more than the boy had ever seen in his life, went about their daily routines. The air was filled with an amalgam of sounds, all intermingled together, forming the city’s pulsing heartbeat. The hum of vehicles, the constant chatter, announcements being read over speakers, droids, and their mechanical workings carrying out their tasks. It was hard to decipher what one person was saying unless they were right next to you.

In the ten years she had been away from the place that had once been her home, the shadows had grown longer and darker. There was something immediately familiar and comforting, yet she knew many things had changed. She wanted to be completely at ease, but such was the fate of those who walked in the boots of a Jedi.

Despite the excitement and anticipation of returning to the homeworld of the Jedi Temple, Cressida was unable to ignore the nervous knot in her stomach. Her many memories of a time from within the temple walls, both glorious and difficult, flooded her mind and left her with dreadful questions. She looked down at the boy who was so enraptured in the world around him, his very presence was a testament to the light that Cressida carried within her. A source of joy and hope that defied the doubts of those who questioned their bond. This day had been coming and she knew it, for despite the knowledge of what had to happen today, she still questioned her place among the ranks of her Jedi brethren. The existence of her son could potentially complicate matters greatly, so much could change today.

She thought of the many times the Jedi Council had granted special permissions for Jedi to have children, there weren't many but it wasn’t unheard of. Still, her own circumstances were vastly different than what had been approved of before. Doubt and worry gnawed at her.

"Are you nervous, Mom?" the boy asked, glancing up at her with a piercing gaze that suggested he knew her innermost thoughts before she could even think them. A presence that was commanding to some, was serene to him, yet it was his deep connection to his mother through their force bond that alerted him to her troubled soul. “Nervous about being home?”

A quick glance at her, if you happened to notice her at all, would make you ask the question of ‘How long has she been there?’ Her demeanor was observant and unassuming, she blended seamlessly into the crowds of people around her, suggesting the shadows were as comforting to her as a blanket. The stormy shade of gray in her eyes seemed to hold the weight of so much, much like heavy rain clouds before a monsoon.

Beside her, the young boy looked up eagerly with the concern of a wise sage and not the eyes of a child, though he was very much a child. A stark contrast to his mother’s shadowy nature, his youthful exuberance radiated from him, reflecting his wonder and carefree nature of the world around him as he saw it.

A soft smile graced her lips as she met his gaze. "No Solan, I'm not nervous. Just happy to be back," her voice warm and soothing. He peered up at her, his sandy hair shifting in the breeze.

"Are you sure, Mom? You look a little... different," he gently prodded, his voice filled with genuine care.

Her smile softened further, and she let out a soft chuckle, appreciating his perceptiveness. "Maybe I am a little nervous. The Jedi way is not always kind to those who stray from its path."

Solan's eyes sparkled with unwavering confidence as he squeezed her hand tighter. "It’s alright, Mom, we're safe now. We'll find our way."

His words brought a sense of peace to Cressida's heart, lightening the weight of her apprehension. She knew he was right, and their bond provided a strength that surpassed any external challenges they might encounter. With renewed determination, she turned her attention to the grandeur of the Jedi Temple that stood before them, its towering spires reaching toward the sky.

"Come, Starlight," she said, "Let me show you the Temple."

As they departed the shuttle they blended in with the crowd seamlessly, their utilitarian attire giving no clue to their identities. A surge of affection rushed through her as she watched her son take in the city's grandeur. She remembered a time when she too looked at the capital with such awe. She reached out and gently clasped his smaller hand in hers, a touch of reassurance amidst the newness that surrounded them. His mismatched eyes widened with awe at the sight of towering skyscrapers that seemed to touch the heavens, he’d never seen such structures. His face lit up with excitement, a youthful curiosity shining through.

With each step, she silently echoed Solan's words, hoping that the council would understand their unique situation and grant their request. And as the temple loomed closer, she whispered to herself, ‘Yes, my dear Solan, everything will be alright. We're finally home.’

OOO

The steps of Obi-Wan and Anakin making their way through the bustling corridors of the Jedi Temple echoed softly off the walls with each footfall, their conversation turned from the nature of this last-minute meeting of masters to more personal matters. Anakin's gait held a touch of restlessness, his thoughts consumed by the impending birth of his and Padmé's children.

"I can't help but feel a bit uneasy," Anakin admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. "Is it strange that I'm more comfortable on the battlefield than in this new frontier of fatherhood?"

“That is a little strange, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s blue eyes crinkled with amusement. "Really, fatherhood can't be all that scary.” His tone shifted from teasing to a more comforting nature, sensing Akanins worry. “You'll be an exceptional father, just as you've been an exceptional Jedi. Most of the time.” He punctuated his pep talk with a slight jab, and Anakin appreciated the gesture but his unease remained. “Are you honestly going to tell me you would be more comfortable on Geonosis than in the medical wing with a newborn?” Obi-Wan chuckled.

“With Padme by my side, it wasn’t so scary. But this? I feel woefully unprepared.” Anakin huffed out a deep and cumbersome breath.

“Well, it can’t be worse than anything you've accomplished so far. Keep your head, be there for Padme, and do your best to fulfill your duties as a Jedi. The force will be with you in all things just as it has your whole life. Besides, newborns aren’t that hard, they just sleep most of the time.”

Anakin smirked, his expression tinged with mischief. "How about you save the lectures on fatherhood for when you become a father yourself."

"Very amusing, Anakin. What woman would put up with my penchant for adventure?" Memories of Siri, Satine, and Cerasi briefly flashed through Obi-wan’s mind.

Anakin scoffed playfully, knowing full well of the trail of broken hearts Obi-Wan had inadvertently left in his wake. "Oh, I'm sure there's someone out there who can handle you, my friend." Obi-wan shook his head dismissively. The topic of their discussion changed as they continued their strides, “So, you really don’t know why this meeting had been called?” Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan shrugged, “No, I don’t. Why would you think I do?”

Anakin gave him a look that he’d seen a hundred times before “Because you often know more than you say you do.” Obi-Wan chuckled

“Not this time, I’m just as in the dark as you.”

As they approached the Council Chambers, Anakin's eagerness led him to stride ahead, leaving Obi-Wan momentarily behind. His gaze was drawn to a young boy sitting alone on a bench, swinging his legs with an air of lightheartedness. The boy didn't quite fit the image of a Padawan or a youngling, lacking the traditional Jedi braid and attire.

Curiosity piqued, Obi-Wan motioned for Anakin to proceed without him. He approached the boy with a warm smile, his eyes filled with kindness and intrigue. "Hello, there."

The boy turned his gaze toward Obi-Wan, his eyes sparkling with an innocence that seemed at odds with the Jedi Temple's solemnity. "Hello, Master Jedi," he replied, his tone respectful and filled with genuine warmth.

Obi-Wan found himself pleasantly surprised by the boy's polite manners and the observance of his Jedi title. A twinkle of recognition flickered in the depths of the Jedi Master's eyes, though he couldn't quite place it. Their encounter felt oddly familiar.

Engaging in the conversation with a friendly curiosity, Obi-Wan stood before the boy. "Are you waiting for someone, young one?"

The boy nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes. I'm waiting for my mother. She's in a meeting with the Grand Master and the High Council. But I think she might be gone for a while.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think she’s in trouble.” There was a slight slump in his posture that denoted an invisible burden he carried.

“Why would your mother be in trouble with the council?” Civilians didn’t answer to the council, he couldn’t imagine a reason for this.

“She’s a Jedi, and Jedi aren’t allowed to have children.”

"What’s your name, young man?" Obi-Wan's brow furrowed slightly, his mind connecting the dots. The boy's presence and the mention of the council stirred a sense of unease within him. Obi-Wan moved to sit beside him.

The boy looked up at Obi-Wan with eager anticipation. "My name is Solan Cael," he answered, his name unfamiliar to the Jedi Master. “What’s yours?”

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi” He held out a hand for Solan to shake but Solan's eyes widened in awe.

“General Kenobi?" he asked, his voice filled with reverence.

Surprised by the recognition, Obi-Wan's curiosity deepened. "Do you know me?"

Solan nodded eagerly, his voice filled with admiration as it trembled in disbelief. “General Kenobi?” Obi-Wan answers him with a warm smile Solan was barely able to contain his surprise. Solan’s excitement was palpable as he turned to face Obi-wan on the bench, his eyes alight with reverence. “Hero of the Clone Wars, you served on Geonosis, you defended Kamino, you defeated General Grievous, you led the 212th Attack Battalion!”

Obi-wan chuckles at hearing of his own exploits with such fervor from one so young, “How do you know of me?”

"My mother told stories about you.” Obi-Wan’s brows shot up in surprise. “She said you weren’t just a skilled warrior but a wise and compassionate Jedi and you stood for what was right. That you fought fearlessly and saved countless lives. She holds you in high regard and she’s told me your stories since I was little."

“I’m honored to have your mother’s high opinion,” Obi-Wan felt flattered by the praise and intrigued by the tales Solan's mother had apparently shared. “Tell me, Solan, do I know your mother?”

“No, I don’t think so.” The nonchalant response left Obi-Wan perplexed. It was true he had a reputation in the Clone Wars but it was still a bit odd for one person to speak of his exploits so fervently with no personal connection.

“What’s your mother’s name?” He was struck by Solan's lack of response. The Jedi Master pressed further, his voice gentle but persistent. “Does your mother know me?” Solan hesitated for a moment, biting his lower lip before his demeanor shifted, and he simply stated that he wasn’t supposed to talk about it, it was a secret.

“Secrets can be burdensome, but necessary. Your mother must trust you a great deal.” Obi-Wan was taken aback, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece together the puzzle of Solan's presence and his mother's connection to the upcoming meeting. “Solan, you said your mother was a Jedi?” The boy nodded but his responses had become very guarded. “Where have you and your mother been if not here at the Temple?”

Solan's eyes darted around and his shoulders slumped in a defensive posture, his excitement had gone and was replaced by an almost paranoia. “I’m not supposed to talk about it…”

Obi-Wan nodded, “I won’t pry your story from you. Your mother obviously trusts you with her secrets and it’s admirable that you guard them so well. Perhaps your mother and I will meet someday and we’ll meet again.” Solan’s eyes shone a bit brighter and he offered a small smile as Obi-Wan stood, “I’m afraid I must leave you here, Solan, but it’s been a pleasure speaking with you.”

Realizing his duty called him elsewhere Solan nodded. "May the Force be with you, Master Kenobi," the young boy offered, surprising Obi-Wan once more with his profound farewell.

“And with you, Solan Cael.” Returning the sentiment, Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding lingering in the air. As he rejoined Anakin at the entrance of the Council Chambers, the concerned look on his face did not go unnoticed by his former Padawan.

"Is everything alright?" Anakin asked, a hint of worry coloring his voice.

Obi-Wan rubbed his beard thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the closed doors of the Council Chambers. "I have no idea, but something tells me this meeting is about to bring unexpected revelations."

As the pair entered the council chamber, their footsteps echoed softly in the vast space. The room was brightly lit, with beams of sunlight streaming through the high windows, casting elongated shadows on the polished floor. The atmosphere felt charged, a mixture of anticipation and tension hanging in the air.

There was a figure already present, standing with her back toward Obi-Wan. Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her back in a loose braid, swaying gently as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. She wore attire that deviated from the traditional Jedi robes, opting instead for snug-fitting clothing more akin to that of a smuggler or adventurer. The fabric clung to her form, suggesting a familiarity with warm climates and practicality rather than Jedi decorum. Her skin, kissed by the sun, carried an olive tone that spoke of time spent outdoors.

Obi-Wan's gaze traveled down, and his eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of a lightsaber hilt securely strapped to her leg. It struck him as an unusual placement, different from the customary position on the belt, more befitting of a blaster. His curiosity deepened, and he found himself growing more intrigued by the woman before him.

Her posture was guarded, her body language communicating a wariness that kept her gaze averted from the others present, aside from the Grandmaster Mace Windu. Obi-Wan's attention shifted to the ongoing conversation, noting the in-depth nature of the discussion. It was evident that the meeting had been called abruptly, with the council members already engaged in weighty discourse.

The other masters began to take their seats, some appearing via hologram projections that materialized around the room. The atmosphere remained curious, yet not overtly unusual. The council chamber had witnessed countless deliberations, but this particular gathering held an air of hidden significance. Obi-Wan observed his fellow Jedi, noting the mix of expressions on their faces—concern, intrigue, contemplation, and a sense of duty.

As Obi-Wan and Anakin settled into their respective seats, taking their place among the council members, the woman with the auburn hair maintained her enigmatic stance, her back still turned. Her identity remained shrouded in mystery, an enigma that intrigued Obi-Wan. He silently resolved to discover the reasons behind her presence and the secrets she held, all while fulfilling his duty to the council and the Jedi Order.

The council chamber hummed with anticipation as Mace Windu, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, took his place at the center of the room. The lighting grew slightly dimmer, focusing the attention on the council members gathered around. The atmosphere became weighted with a mix of curiosity, concern, and a deep sense of responsibility.

Mace's deep voice resonated through the chamber as he began to speak, his tone both commanding and measured. "I thank you all for your promptness in attending this meeting, fellow masters," he said, his eyes scanning each Jedi present. "We find ourselves facing an unusual event that requires the combined wisdom and utmost delicacy in our approach."

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker exchanged glances, their eyes meeting briefly before returning their attention to Mace. Anakin's gaze flickered towards the door, his expression betraying a hint of restlessness, while Obi-Wan responded with a subtle shrug, signaling his own curiosity and readiness for whatever lay ahead.

"The circumstances we face pertain to the child of the Jedi Sentinel among us," Mace continued, his voice carrying a weight of importance. "This Sentinel has entrusted us with a matter of great significance, and it is imperative that we exercise utmost discretion."

The other council members leaned forward, their interest piqued as they absorbed Mace's words. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for further details. It became apparent that only Mace Windu and Yoda possessed prior knowledge of the unfolding events, leaving the rest of the council in a state of eager curiosity.

Mace paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "We must exercise caution as we navigate this delicate situation," his voice carried a note of gravitas. "Our actions could have far-reaching consequences, not only for the child involved but also for the Jedi Order as a whole. We must proceed with wisdom and compassion."

The council members leaned in, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern. They were well aware that this was a pivotal moment, a test of their collective judgment and the values they held dear. They yearned for more information, eager to understand the depth and significance of the Sentinel's request.

In the midst of the charged atmosphere, Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged another glance, silently communicating their readiness to face the unknown. They understood that the path ahead was shrouded in mystery and filled with challenges, yet their resolve remained unwavering. They were Jedi, after all, and it was their duty to safeguard the Order and protect those in need.

The council chamber retained its solemn atmosphere as Mace Windu addressed the Sentinel, his voice measured and commanding. "Is the boy with you, Sentinel?" he inquired, his gaze steady and unwavering.

The Sentinel nodded, her eyes briefly meeting Mace's before turning to the doors. With a calm and authoritative tone, Mace beckoned the guards at the door. The large doors swung open, revealing Solan, who quickly came to stand by her side. The boy's face was alight with anticipation, his eyes shining with a youthful curiosity unburdened by the weight of the Jedi Council's presence, he cast a bright smile at Obi-Wan.

Solan's mother gently placed her hand on his shoulder, guiding him forward until he stood before her, positioned where the Grandmaster could better see him. Her touch carried both reassurance and a silent reminder for him to remain composed in the presence of the council.

Mace turned his attention to Solan, his eyes studying the young boy. "Welcome, Solan," he greeted warmly. "Do you know where you are, and who everyone in this room is?"

Solan's gaze moved from Mace to the council members, his face bright and eager. He nodded confidently. "Yes, Grandmaster," he replied. "I'm at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and the people here are the members of the Jedi High Council." He proceeded to name a few individuals, including Mace Windu, Yoda, Obi-Wan, Ki-Adi Mundi, Shaak Ti, Kit Fisto, and Anakin with a sense of familiarity that impressed the council.

Mace's amusement danced in his eyes as he continued his conversation with the boy. "And do you know why you are here, Solan?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Solan glanced at his mother, seeking her guidance. She nodded subtly, encouraging him to speak. The young boy took a step forward and cleared his throat. "I'm ten years old," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and seriousness. "My purpose here is to begin my training as a Jedi."

Soft murmurs rippled through the council members, their curiosity and interest piqued by the boy’s candid response. Mace leaned back in his seat, a spark of intrigue glinting in his eyes. "Tell me, Solan," he continued, his tone gentle. "Can you feel the presence of the Force calling to you? Have you ever experienced moments where you've made things happen that you couldn't explain?"

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Solan's lips as he extended his hand, palm upturned. Behind Mace, an ornate ornament sat on display, an object of intricate craftsmanship. As if responding to Solan's invitation, it shot across the room, propelled by an unseen force, and gently came to rest above Solan's outstretched hand.

Gasps of astonishment escaped from the council members, their eyes widening as they witnessed the display of Solan's burgeoning connection to the Force. Mace Windu's lips curved into a small smile, a mix of admiration and anticipation. The young boy had caught their attention, his journey now intricately woven into the destiny of the Jedi Order.

The council chamber fell into a hushed silence as Mace Windu turned his gaze towards Yoda, seeking the ancient Jedi Master's counsel. Yoda, his expression serene and wise, nodded in acknowledgment, indicating his understanding of the situation unfolding before them.

Mace leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the Sentinel. "Has the boy's midi-chlorian count been measured?" he asked, his voice steady and purposeful.

The Sentinel met Mace's gaze, her own eyes steady and resolute. "Yes, Grandmaster," she replied. "His midi-chlorian count stands at 16,000."

A wave of astonishment rippled through the Council Chamber, spreading like wildfire. The Jedi Masters exchanged whispered conversations, their voices tinged with a mix of disbelief and awe. Even Obi-Wan Kenobi, a seasoned Jedi, found himself momentarily taken aback by the sheer magnitude of Solan's connection to the Force.

Mace, regaining his composure, turned his attention back to Solan. "Can you do anything else, young Solan?" he inquired, his voice filled with a blend of curiosity and anticipation.

Solan nodded earnestly, his bright eyes filled with a sense of wonder. "When I touch objects, Grandmaster," he began, his voice carrying a hint of excitement, "I can see their histories. I can see who held them last and they tell me their stories. I can even share what I see with others through touch." Solan's words hung in the air, permeating the council chamber with a sense of extraordinary possibility. “I can share these visions with my mother too.”

A murmur of astonishment swept through the council members once again, their gazes fixed upon the young boy and his mother. Solan's abilities were beyond anything they had encountered before. The Sentinel nodded, confirming her own possession of the same gift, which had manifested after the child’s birth. The depth and complexity of their bond stirred a sense of reverence among the council.

Solan continued, his voice calm and composed. "I have memories, Grandmaster," he continued his words carrying a weight of ancient wisdom. "Memories of my life before I was born, and memories of my mother carrying me in her womb as though they were my own."

The council members listened intently, their eyes widening as they grasped the significance of Solan's words. The boundaries of time and existence seemed to blur in the face of his extraordinary connection to the Force.

Sensing a trace of doubt among the council members, Solan extended his hand, allowing the object he held to make contact with his skin. "This artifact," he began, his voice filled with a knowing certainty, "once belonged to a great Jedi Master who occupied the seat where Master Yoda now sits. He lived during the time of the Old Republic and passed the object to his Padawan, who tragically lost his life. It was lost until it was returned to the council by an ambassador of Arkanis." Solan's words hung in the air, each one carrying an air of truth. “The Great Master became one with the force.”

The council members exchanged shocked glances, their disbelief transforming into resolute belief. Every word uttered by Solan resonated with undeniable authenticity, revealing the depths of his extraordinary abilities and the vastness of his connection to the Force. The Jedi Order stood at the precipice of a new era, guided by the presence of this enigmatic young boy and his mother, both touched by the Force in ways that defied conventional understanding.

The council chamber was filled with a solemn atmosphere, heavy with the weight of Solan's revelations. Mace Windu, stunned into silence by the young boy's extraordinary abilities, found himself momentarily unable to form words. It was Yoda, the venerable Jedi Master, who broke the silence.

Yoda's ancient voice resonated with a mixture of compassion and curiosity as he addressed the boy. "More to tell us, you have, young Solan. Sense it, I do," he said, his wise eyes fixed upon the boy. “Upon your heart, will you share with the council what weighs?"

Solan took a hesitant step backward, but his mother gently urged him forward once more, her touch conveying both support and encouragement. Taking a deep breath, Solan mustered his courage and spoke. "Sometimes, Master Yoda," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "I have dreams. Dreams of things that have been and some things that have not yet come to pass. They frighten me, and sometimes I wake up screaming and crying." He lowered his head slightly as though ashamed, “I know I’m not supposed to be afraid, but I can’t help it. I don’t know how to make the visions stop, sometimes I get sick when I see things.”

A sense of empathy washed over Obi-Wan Kenobi as he listened to the child’s confession. He had been unaware of the depth of the young boy's experiences and the burdens he had already carried at such a tender age. Obi-Wan's heart went out to Solan, recognizing the tremendous weight that the boy had been shouldering in the shadows.

Solan's shoulders slumped, his gaze now fixed upon the ground as if expecting a reprimand. He took another step back, seeking solace in the presence of his mother, who instinctively rested her hands on his shoulders, offering a comforting embrace.

Yoda approached Solan, his ancient eyes filled with wisdom and compassion. “Feel ashamed for feeling fear do not, a heavy burden, visions of the future are. An absence of courage your fear is not.” He imparted.

Solan looked up, his gaze meeting Yoda's countenance. The burden of shame began to ease from his young shoulders as he absorbed Yoda's words of wisdom. A glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes as if a weight had been lifted from his fragile spirit.

The council members, previously silent witnesses to this intimate exchange, now regarded Solan with newfound understanding. The room itself seemed to radiate a sense of compassion and acceptance. Solan, though still young and vulnerable, had taken a courageous step in revealing his fears and doubts. In the presence of Yoda's wisdom, the young boy's journey toward embracing his own strength and resilience had just begun.

The Council Chamber remained filled with a mix of curiosity and concern as everyone absorbed the weighty revelations brought forth by Solan. Anakin Skywalker, his gaze fixed intently on the young boy, felt a deep connection to him, his own curiosity and investment growing with each passing moment. Yoda, having imparted his wisdom, settled back into his seat, his gaze shifting between Solan and his mother.

Mace Windu, the steady voice of authority, addressed Solan once more, his tone gentle yet inquisitive. "Are you afraid of this room, or the people within it, young Solan?" he asked, his eyes showing genuine concern.

Solan took a moment to gather his thoughts, his small hand tightly grasping his mother's for comfort. "No, Grandmaster," he replied honestly. "I'm not afraid of this room or the people. I'm only afraid for my mother."

The attention of the council now shifted to Solan's mother, the Sentinel. She stood there, her posture strong and unwavering, her gaze fixed on her son with a mix of protective love and determination. The council members regarded her with a renewed sense of interest, recognizing the gravity of her situation.

Mace, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance, spoke directly to Solan. "The council does not punish Jedi for having children," he explained. "However, there are rules in place for a reason, but our greatest concern is for your wellbeing, young Solan."

Solan's gaze narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "You promise?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of caution.

Mace met Solan's gaze with empathy and sincerity. "I promise, young one," he affirmed, his words carrying the weight of his authority. "We are here to guide and protect you."

Another master, his curiosity piqued, interjected with a question. "And what about the identity of the boy’s father?" he asked, directing his inquiry to Mace.

Mace's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing as he turned his attention toward Solan's mother. It was a question that lingered in the air, drawing the focus towards the woman who had silently stood beside her son throughout the council's deliberations.

Mace's voice was measured as he asked Solan, "Do you know who your father is?"

Solan's gaze dropped to the ground, a tinge of sadness flickering across his young face. "No," he confessed, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and longing.

The council members exchanged knowing glances, their attention now firmly fixed on Solan's mother. The woman stood there, her demeanor revealing a complex blend of strength, determination, and a hidden past that held the answers to Solan's lineage. The council was poised to uncover a truth that could shape the young boy's destiny within the Jedi Order.

The chamber grew increasingly tense as Mace Windu, his voice unwavering, addressed the Sentinel, requesting the identity of Solan's father. The atmosphere in the room shifted as if holding its breath, as all eyes focused on the woman standing beside her son. There was a hint of defensiveness in her posture, barely perceptible to those not paying close attention, but she concealed it well.

The Sentinel met Mace's gaze, her expression guarded yet resolute. "I know who his father is," she replied, her voice carrying a note of conviction. "And he is alive and well."

Solan turned his gaze towards his mother, his curiosity and trepidation evident in his young eyes. The weight of the moment hung in the air as Mace addressed the Sentinel once more, explaining the council's concerns about secrecy and the need for transparency. He tactfully asked her to reveal the identity of Solan's father before the council.

The Sentinel hesitated, her gaze flickering over her shoulder briefly as if seeking an escape. She then spoke, her voice laced with hesitation. "I’d hoped for the opportunity to tell the father in person first," she admitted, her words revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Mace's tone remained firm as he pressed further, his questions became more direct. "Is the father of ill repute or a criminal?" he inquired, his voice tinged with caution.

The defensive edge in the Sentinel's voice became more pronounced as she quickly retorted, "Not a chance."

The tension in the room escalated, the council members keenly attuned to the standoff between Mace and the Sentinel. Mace refused to yield, his determination was evident. He insisted on the revelation of Solan's father's identity before the council.

The Sentinel, realizing her tactics were failing, changed her approach, requesting that she be allowed to tell her son in private, or at least have him leave the room before revealing the truth. Mace remained silent, his patience waning, as he grew tired of the Sentinel's attempts to delay a straightforward answer.

Mace's voice grew firmer as he stated, "You've had ten years to tell Solan his father's identity, and the time for secrets is over."

The Sentinel appeared defeated, her gaze shifting towards her son. She brushed his hair out of his face, giving him a sympathetic look and squeezing his hand, conveying an unspoken reassurance amidst the uncertainty. Solan, his eyes filled with apprehension and confusion, sensed the change in his mother's demeanor and grew visibly nervous.

With a frustrated sigh, the Sentinel finally spoke, her voice laden with a sense of resignation. "Solan Cael," she began, her gaze fixed on her son, before shifting to meet Mace's gaze directly. "Is the son of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Chapter Two

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