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[grippingbeskar]

a welcomed distraction

obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader

word count: 9.8k (i have no idea how)

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral f receiving, mxf intercourse, general sexual content) mentions of death, reader has deceased family so mentions of dead parents/siblings only briefly

a/n: sorry this is fucking LONG i dont even know why because there is hardly a plot but i tried. sorry but reader calls him master kenobi so thats hot? it’s fluff throughout tho bc CMONNNN ITS KENOBI HES SWEET AS. can’t believe the show is ending tomorrow i am so sad. manifest another season! okay bye!!

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“You came all this way for me?” You smile at your former classmate turned Jedi council member, and he is just as gorgeous as you remember him. “I’m honoured.”

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Obi-Wan Kenobi bows slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. It was protocol, now that you had taken your rightful place on the throne of your home planet, but with the history you shared with the man in front of you, you quickly brushed off the gesture and came towards him. Pulling him into you, your arms wrapped around his significantly large frame. The last time you saw him, he was a scrawny padawan training under Qui-Gon, and had that ridiculous braid down his face, but seeing him now, you hadn’t realised how much you actually liked it. 

“You certainly have. You changed your hair.” You pull away from him and he smiles at you, attempting to hide the slight redness that flushes across his face. 

“Yes, well the council had that effect on me.” You link your arm through his as you lead him through the palace, your dress gliding smoothly across the marbled tile. “This palace is incredible. I take you finally redecorated?”

“You should of seen it when I started. Total shit show.” Obi-Wan’s laugh fills the room, and you try to slow the racing of your heart at the fact that he remembers so much about you, even if it was years ago.

You grew up in the Jedi academy together, your parents wanting you to hone your skills, and having no clue where else to send you as no one else in your family was Force-sensitive. You and Obi-Wan were fast friends, and it was with him that you spent most of your formative years. In fact, when you think of your time there, there is very little memory that isn’t filled with laughs and smiles caused by the Jedi knight. You used to talk about everything together, your future, and most relevantly how you would tear down the castle your parents built and start it fresh if you were ever given the chance to lead your home planet.

That seemed like a lifetime ago, and you never would have thought those ideas would be realised. You had two older sibling in line for the throne, so you thought your life would be similar to Obi-Wan’s now, him dreaming of sitting on the very council chair he now holds, you wanting to one day have your own padawan, and train them how your Master trained you. When your families home was attacked, however, you were the only surviving member of the royal household, and you were immediately thrust into the political turmoil of ruling a planet, and forced to leave your Jedi days behind you.

You remember where you were when you found out that your family had passed, and that you would be crowned Queen in the coming week, tasked with the impossible of bringing your planet together in the face of tragedy. Obi-Wan held you while you sobbed, tucked away in the furthest parts of his quarters in the temple while he whispered soothing promises that he would never be able to keep. You believed them anyways, but you were just children. Neither of you could hold the other to those things - not now.

It was enough for you, though, to have him here now. To remember what he meant to you, how you spent your years together, and that even if you could only have him in flashes, it was still the most real thing you ever felt.

“I never doubted you would succeed. You know I read every entry that came in about you in the Archives?”

“Really?” You knew Obi-Wan could feel your Force energy as it spun wildly throughout the room. You were out of practise and he was a council member, but he did an incredible job of hiding his reaction. Or ignored it. 

“Of course. Even now, when I know you don’t need me checking up on you, I still feel like I am with you, like when we were young.” You both walked through the archway and the doors softly shut behind you. You had led him through to your private chambers to discuss whatever it was he had come here to talk about. In truth, as soon as you had heard it was him coming, everything else flew out the window, so you were completely clueless as to the official business. 

“I’m the same. Did you get my holo-message? When you made the council?” Obi-Wan smiled warmly, and you knew the answer before he spoke.

“Yes - I was meaning to reply, everything has just been-”

“Crazy? I get it, don’t worry.” He just nods, and you hear him exhale. It had always been like this, both of you easily slipping back into the familiarity of each other, so when he didn’t respond to your message over a month ago, you knew it was just because he hasn’t had the chance to take a breath. 

“I never thought it would be like this. The council always seemed so put together - I have no idea how they hid it so well.”

“It was the same when I came back home. My parents hid the stress so well, I thought it would be a breeze.” You still hadn’t unlinked arms as you both took a seat on the couch, only sliding away slightly so you could rest your back on the arm rest. You were surprised Obi-Wan didn’t pull away, he was always so shy when it came to physical affection. Maybe the years that had passed between you both had mellowed him. Either way, you were grateful for the small contact.

“Well, you have been handling things incredibly since you ascended. Thats actually why I am here.”

“Oh, right. Offical council business. I am all ears, Master Kenobi.” He laughs again, and his smile is still a little bit crooked when he laughs. You remember it being so when you were young. You remembered everything about his face. 

“Yes. I am very offical now.” You laugh with him, and he seems to lose focus for a second as your laughter dies down, waiting for him to speak. “Right. The council wants you to come to Coruscant, for the national senate.”

“In person? Like, to sit in?” He nods encouragingly, but it doesn't seem to calm your sudden nerves.

“I know how it sounds - and don’t worry, I already told them about your preference to not speak to crowds.” You still feel a little sick, but that is replaced with warmth in your stomach when Obi-Wan’s hand rests on your lower thigh and squeezes lightly. “It would just be to the council and a few of the national board members. They are impressed with your diplomatic discrepancy, and want to see if it has potential to be implemented into the senate debates.” 

“I feel sick even thinking about speaking in front of the council. Do you remember that time we broke the amulet - the one Dooku leant Qui-Gon? We had to explain it to Master Yoda, and I swear if you hadn’t spoken for me I would have passed out.” 

“But I am the council now! It would just be me, and a few other people. I’d be there the whole time. They are truely impressed with you, they just want to hear more of what you have to say.” You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. You knew it was ridiculous - a Queen, leading a planet full of people, terrified to speak in front of a crowd. It had been something you had always struggled with, and even still today you avoided it as much as possible. 

“I am flattered - truly! You know the councils opinion of me means the world, but I-”

“I know you can do this. Look around you! Look at what you have created. This planet was at a breaking point when you took leadership, in the face of tragedy. Your own tragedy, in fact, but now it is thriving! Your economy has been stable for its longest period yet, exports and imports have nearly tripled in your short reign, and even major crimes have diminished. Your people are happy, your planet is safe - your leadership skills could help millions more.” He spoke with such passion and truth, you almost forgot he was talking about you.

“You really have been keeping tabs on me.” You breath and he shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Like I said the night you left - I will always be your biggest supporter. Even light years away, I would be there for you.” 

“I missed you, Obi.” His hand was still resting on your lower thigh, and your skin had become inexplicably hot under his touch.

“I missed you too. More than you know.” The room felt smaller than before, and it was then that you could feel him in the room. He was in front of you, but he was also all around you, like he was surrounding you in everything that was here. You hadn’t used the Force in a long time, and you almost forgot how overwhelming it was when you leaned into it, but you couldn't help it when it came to Obi-Wan. You would do just about anything he asked - which is why you were already feeling nervous about this speech you would be inevitably making. 

“When is this hypothetical senate meeting, anyway?” Obi-Wan beamed at you, relishing in your defeated sigh.

“The next national senate is in three weeks, so just before that. You’ll do great, I know you will.” You don’t know how you pulled yourself away from him, probably the simmering nerves threatening to spill over, but you got up off the couch and walked over to the table where you left out your favourite wine, and poured two glasses.

“I suppose it would be bad taste to let my old friend fail one of his first solo missions as a council member.” He laughed as he reached the table, taking the glass, and his fingertips brushed your own as he did so. Everything he did shot sparks up your spine, but the way he was touching you without hesitation was so unlike the timid Kenobi you remembered. It was the only thing that had changed about him - well that and the hair.

“I appreciate the sentiment.” He took a sip of the wine, and coughed as he drank down the liquid. “You still have a taste for strong liquor, I take it?”

“What’s the point of drinking if it’s weak?” He shook his head, but took another sip. “Enough business talk. Tell me what you’ve been up to, apart from keeping tabs on me, apparently.”

“Oh, that is about all I do. My council meetings do tend to revolve around you, as does the rest of the world. That is how you used to see it, am I correct?” You nearly spit out your drink. Sarcastic Kenobi was one of your favourites.

“At least being on the council didn’t squash out your sense of humour. I was worried you would turn into one of them.”

“One of them? Did you expect me to turn into a little green man?” Now you do spit out your drink when you burst out laughing, and he joins you.

“You know what I mean! We always used to talk about how serious they were. You were a lot more of a rule follower back then, though. They thought I was the bad influence.”

“You were! That amulet was your fault, I stand by that.” You start shaking your head and finish the glass in your hand, the wine going straight to your head.

“Bullshit it was! You wanted to look at it!”

“Only because you told me it was cool! I was trying to impress you.” The confession seems to even catch him by surprise a little, but he recovers quickly by finishing his own glass.

“Well, I couldn’t have been half bad. I did graduate top of my class, didn’t I?” He rolls his eyes, a smirk forming on his gorgeous face. Oh Maker - you really did have a taste for strong wine.

“You will never let that go, will you?”

“Nope! I still remember how angry you were when I beat you.”

“Yes, because I spent all my time quizzing you when I should have been studying.” He grumbles a little, clearly still holding a grudge. Your cheeks go pink at the memory, because you think of what actually happened that night before the final exam, which was what set you apart when you graduated.

“I don’t seem to remember a whole lot of work getting done.” You can’t look at him when you say it. Maybe he forgot - it was years ago now. You certainly never forgot, but the way he brought up that night so casually made you think he hadn’t dwelled on it like you had.

“I - no, I suppose not.” So, he does remember. You don’t know what senario would have been more daunting. “You were always smarter than me anyways.”

“True.” He laughs and you beam back at him. “But you were always stronger. And more focused. I tended to get a little... distracted.” Now you were really testing his memory.

Obi-Wan shifts on his feet, and for a second you think you might have made him uncomfortable with the memory.

That night meant a lot to you - and it had been something you had always thought about. Even throughout all the years apart, that night before the final test, both of you huddled on Obi-Wan’s bed sharing the same textbook, you had never forgotten how it made you feel. 

You were so nervous - you remember it because its how you feel now, with Obi-Wan slowly making his way around the table to come towards you. It wasn’t just the big test, though. You had feelings for him, of course you did, you still do. He was your best friend, pretty much your only friend, and he was the kindest, most loyal person you had ever met. You swallowed those feelings, however, because you were both going to be Jedi’s.

If only you had known.

You remember how close you were, because Obi-Wan is almost that close now. You could hear him breathing in the same, uneven pattern you hear now, although now it is significantly lower. You were both holding the textbook on the bed, reading opposite pages and making up little quizzes and questions to test each others knowledge...

                             * * * flashback * * * 

“I am going to fail. I know it - with the Force in me I know it. I can see it now. My first premonition: a giant F on my stupid paper.”

“Don’t be dramatic. If anything, I’m going to fail. I know nothing about the history of Coruscant. Nothing!” He groans and shuts the book, shoving it off the bed, his hands coming up to cover his face.

“Now who’s being dramatic.” You dropped your head on his shoulder, and he froze up. You knew any kind of physical touch would distract him enough to make him forget about the test, at least for a moment. He would pass with flying colours, you knew he would. He’s the smartest person you know.

“I -I never can just - this is everything to me. And to you, of course. I just -” You lift your head from his shoulder and take his hands in your own. You see him physically tense up when you interlock your fingers in his.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi. You will pass this test. You will be the best Jedi there ever was, and you will be completely and totally fine. I promise.” You let your gaze drop to your hands, laying on your lap as you had turned to face him. His knuckles were nearly white with how tight he was holding your hand, and you were grateful you were looking down because you were blushing furiously. 

“I would never have made it this far without you, you know.” You let out a breath - he would have succeeded in any senario. “I mean it. All these years, you helped me so much. I don’t know how to thank you.”

You look up and find his eyes, wide and vulnerable. 

“You don’t have to thank me. You did the same for me. You know that. What are friends for?” His eyebrows raise and his mouth opens just slightly, before he regains composure and lets go of your hand.

“What are friends for.” He repeats and nods, like he’s trying to remember the sentence. 

“Obi? Are you okay?” He just nods again. You can feel the shift in his energy, and you know that he is lying. “Hey, you are going to crush this test, okay?”

“Yeah.” He breathes and goes to pick up the book. You reach out a tentative hand and stop him, fingertips brushing the bare skin of his wrist. He freezes.

“Maybe we should stop reading for a bit. Meditate or something, distract ourselves.” Your hand stays on his wrist as he turns towards you. Both of you sit cross legged on the bed opposite each other, knees touching, You keep your hand on his wrist and he keeps his arm outstretched so you can touch him, letting it come to rest on your ankle. 

“Distract ourselves.” He says, and his voice cracks.

“Yeah. I’m sure we can think of something to do other than study. I can count on one hand how many times we have actually gotten work done, anyways.” You catch his smile in the corner of your eye, and your hand is still on his.

“Maybe that’s why I know I’m going to fail.” He says defeatedly, and you shake your head, bringing one of your hands to the side of his face. His eyes go wide, and you snake your finger underneath the braid that hangs on his cheekbone. 

“You are not going to fail.” He sucks in a breath.

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you. You know me, am I going to fail?” The question surprises him, and he creases his eyebrow, seemingly relaxing under your touch. Finally.

“Of course not. You could pass in your sleep.” You smile and he mirrors it. You feel the evidence under your palm.

“See? We are practically Jedi already.” You don’t know why, or what about this interaction makes you bold, but you lean in just slightly. His breath brushes against your cheek.

“I’m - I am-” He lets out a shakey breath, and you nod your head. His hands comes up to your face, holding you close. 

“I know. Just - we need a distraction, right? To focus.” He nods, convincing himself and you. 

“Right. To focus. Then we can be Jedi’s. After we...” You were pretty sure you weren’t moving, or breathing, or doing anything but blinking at him. You feel him all over the room, his energy a live wire wrapping around your chest. Everything about his Force was new and exciting, it was skipping around in spite of how still both of you were. You are sure yours was the same - speeding around him at the same rate that your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Obi-Wan, I-” Your eyes were still open when he pressed his lips to your own, but as soon as you realised what was happening you squeezed them shut and kissed him back.

He was warm. You don’t think you were cold, but Maker he was so warm. Your free hand pulled him closer by his robes and he eagerly leaned into you, lips moving faster and more urgently the more time passed.

You were both completely inexperienced, and you don’t know how technically good you were, but it felt so good being this close to him. Being close to him in a way that you had longed for all this time, a way you never thought was possible. You could feel the heat swirling low in your stomach, and Obi-Wans hands dropped from your face and fell to your hips as if sensing what you needed. He moved backwards on the bed, leaning against the wall and pulled you towards him, urging you to follow. You shuffled forwards not letting your lips leave his, afraid that if you stopped for even a second one of you would realise how very wrong this was, and would come to your senses.

 Maker, you had never wanted to be wrong so much in your whole damn life. You moved up and straddled him, his hands tight against your hips holding you to him. Your back arched as one travelled up your spine, pressing your chests together. You were both breathing hard; catching tiny breaths between kisses. When you let out the smallest of sounds, something between a whimper and a whine, Obi-Wan’s mouth opened on pure instinct. 

When his tongue slid into your mouth you returned the gesture with a grateful moan, both of you letting your hands glide where ever you felt. One of your own found his hair and you tugged on it. Something about his hair always made you want to feel it under your fingertips; when he would come late to training and it would still be all messed up from sleep, or when he got caught in the rain that one time, and showed up at your room with his braid all out of place, asking you to fix it for him. You had always wanted to feel it in your fingertips as you kissed him, and he leaned into it, returning your desperate noises with his own. Hands found skin under your shirt and you let him touch you wherever he pleased, silently begging for him everywhere. 

Your hips moved against him, and neither of you were prepared for how good it would feel to have each other so close. For the first time since he grabbed you your lips disconnected, only to say the others name in bliss before finding him again. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth and he moaned, eyes fluttering open to find yours, pupils blown out in lust.

“Sweetheart.” Obi-Wan says, and you feel your entire body shudder. His hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you impossibly closer. You were trying to keep your head on straight but when his tongue slips into your mouth again, you melt into his lap and take whatever he gives you.

Both of your hips were rolling out of sync, Obi-Wan shifting uncomfortably in his spot to get any kind of relief. You could feel how hard he was underneath you, and you wanted him to lay down - to move so you could feel it more. 

If either of you did move, though, this would become more. Something you couldn’t excuse. The thought hit both of you at the same time, because you pull away and Obi-Wan leans his head back on the wall, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You were both desperate for air, but more than that you were trying to calm yourselves down.

“We-” You started and he groaned.

“I know. Shit.” His hand ran down the back of your head, smoothing out your hair. 

“Shit is right.” He lets out a breathless laugh, not letting go of your hip.

You don’t remember how long you stayed there, tucked away in his lap, but time clearly passed in a second as you woke up alone, in your own bed, and only just made the final exam with five minutes to spare.

Obi-Wan came down three minutes after you, and you both passed with flying colours, you beating Obi-Wan by one point, a multiple choice question about the history of Coruscant. 

                       * * * flashback ends * * * 

Obi-Wan moves around the table and now stands in front of you. You don’t know if he picked up on your little clue, or how much of your energy he can read clearly. Everything seems fuzzy to you now that he had reached you, and the wine was making your brain short circuit.

“You always had an affinity for distracting me.” You breathed a laugh as best you could. “I nearly missed the final exam that day, you know.”

“So did I! I don’t even know how I ended up in my room that night.” He tilts his head.

“You fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake you, so I carried you back.”

“You never told me that.” He just shrugs, like he didn’t risk everything, being kicked out of the academy for a simple gesture. If anyone had caught him, it would have been almost impossible to lie their way out of that. “You could have been caught. You should have woken me up.”

“You looked... peaceful.” He closes is eyes for a second, remembering. A period of silence passes, neither of you wanting to disrupt the fragile glass of a moment. 

“Such a gentleman.” He laughs and takes the empty glass from your hand and places it on the table. He takes a step toward you.

“I should have come and found you sooner. After your families funeral and your coronation, they stationed me off-world, but I should of-”

“Stop, Obi. Of course you were busy, being a Jedi knight and all that. It’s what you dreamt of - what we dreamt of. For years.”

“I know, but I should of-”

“You know I was also running a planet. Kind of a full time gig.” You both laugh and he relaxes, shoulders slumping forward slightly.

“Yes, so I’ve heard.” You roll your eyes, and he smiles. “But I never stopped thinking about you. About that night.”

“I-” He steps forward and you nearly step back, completely surprised by his boldness. “Are you drunk, Obi-Wan?”

“No!” He scoffs and stays where he is, almost looking offended. “Well, maybe a little.”

You giggle in response as you stare up at him. He was taller than you now, and where before he stood at your height, now his breath only just brushes your forehead, towering over in front of you.

“I never stopped thinking about it either.” He stops smiling, eyes widening a bit. It is so like that first time on his bed, and it sends a wave of heat through you to remember him like that. 

“You never brought it up again. I thought I had crossed a line.” He whispers, and you would miss the words if you weren’t staring at his mouth.

“No, God, everything was just so crazy after that day. It was only a few days after we graduated that..” Obi-Wan was nodding, knowing you were speaking of when you found out your family passed.

“Of course. It was-”

“A lot.” Obi-Wan breaths a laugh at your casual response.

“That is one way of putting it.” He concludes. You think back to when you found out your family had died. They were never particularly loving, and most of your childhood had been spent with the man in front of you, so trying to mourn them while also never really knowing them was all too consuming.

You were more distraught about the future you wouldn’t have - you had never planned to be a queen. You wanted to be a Jedi, to fight, or teach, just do something good in this world, and to do so with Obi-Wan by your side. It was like your life was pulled out from under you, and you only had about a day to process it before you were whisked back to your home planet to lead.

“You really lived the dream, though. Best Jedi in the galaxy, so I hear.” He drops your gaze, but stays close enough you can hear him smiling.

“Something like that, I suppose.”

“I always had imagined what it would have been like, if all this-” you look around at the highly decorated private quarters. Blue and gold streams through the tinted windows, lighting up the marbled floor. “-hadn’t happened.”

“I have no doubt I would still be second best.” 

“Such a charmer, Master Kenobi. What happened to that shy little kid who used to hide whenever it was time to practise hand-to-hand?” He looks up at you, eyes ablaze with a look you can’t quite pick. 

“I have changed, like you said.” Your breath caught in your throat as his tone lowered. You almost forgot how close your faces were. “I had thought about it too. What it would have been like if you had stayed.”

“Really?” He nods, holding your eyes. “So in your wildest dreams, you are only second best?”

“Maker, you are impossible.” He smiles through the sentence. 

“I really did miss you, though. For a long time I thought about running away, coming to find you and Jedi-ing it up across the galaxy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, all the time. Of course now, I am grateful for what I have, but I think we would have been awesome. Maybe a little reckless, though.”

“You? Surely not.” His eyebrows raise and you push him lightly on the shoulder. “I don’t think we would have made the council, though, like we used to talk about.”

“No?” He shakes his head. 

“I think we may have gotten a little too... distracted.” Your eyes widen, and you have to blink a couple times. Is he... “If you had stayed.”

“But I didn’t.”

“You couldn’t.” He’s right. You would have stayed, if you had been given a choice. Stayed with him.

“Right.” You suck in a deep breath and try to blink away the fuzzy feeling in your head. You felt like you were spinning, and then everything went blank as Obi-Wan reached out and interlocked your hands.

His palms were rougher than you remembered, battle hardened you were sure. His hands were bigger, too, matching his larger frame. He still held you just as tight, knuckles going white as he pulled you toward him. He made no move to kiss you, but instead held you there, mere inches from pressing your bodies together.

“I almost forgot why I came here today. The flight over I had to re-read the message from the council.” You said nothing, just gripped his hand back with the same silent desperation. “Not once have I been unprepared for a mission, or gotten on a ship without knowing exactly what I plan to do. As soon as I saw it was your name, I just got on the ship and came to you.”

“I had no idea why you were here. I just told them that if you ever came, to let you in. No questions.” It was the reason he was able to come to your families funeral, and the coronation days after. It was pretty much the first change you made as Queen - the heightened security after the attack made it impossible for anyone to see you, but you couldn’t run the risk of him being turned away.

“See what I mean? Distracting...” His eyes drift down to your interlocked hands.

“Hmm. How am I supposed to get through this speech, then?” His eyes drift slowly up your body, roaming freely. You felt too hot - his gaze was burning into your flesh through your dress. 

“You could always practise.” He finally pulls his eyes off the tiny straps of your dress, and looks at you. 

“With you?” 

“I am the council, after all.” His hand lets go of yours, only for his fingertips to drag upwards slowly, skimming the soft skin of the inside of your palm, up to your wrist.

“I- I don’t even know what I would say.” His hand stilled.

“I’ve never known you to be speechless. Try it now.” You huff a frustrated breath. 

“Kenobi. This - what are we doing?” His fingertips are still touching your wrist when he pulls his eyes back to yours. You see them flick across your face, searching for some kind of sign of resentment or hostility. He would find none.

“You only call me that when your upset with me. Do you want me to stop?” You drop your head back and look up to the roof. Your eyes focus on the sparkling chandelier, twinkling your broken reflection back at you.

“I’m not upset. This just- it’s just not fair. I know that we can’t - better than anyone I know that we can’t. Well, you can’t.”

“We aren’t. I would never do anything to betray your trust.” 

“Obi, that’s not what I meant.” You soften your tone. “I can’t handle having only half of you. You - my whole world has revolved around you for what feels like centuries. I could hardly stand watching you from a distance, because I know that- that what I want is not possible.” Your breath was shaking. You never imagined when he walked through the doors to the palace you would be laying yourself out like this - or maybe you knew yourself better than you thought. You did leave out your strongest wine.

“You can have as much of me as you would like.” He says lowly. It makes you realise that you aren’t kids anymore, and that maybe he doesn’t follow all the rules like he used to. Your heart jumps in your throat. 

“You are on the Jedi council, Obi-Wan.”

“I know. I know.” He says, swallowing hard. “This isn’t something I take lightly. I know what it would mean. I would never have come if I didn’t.”

“You could lose everything you worked for.”

“I could.” And then Obi-Wan shrugs. At the idea of losing everything he cared about, he just shrugs. “I have met… people. New people, who have shown me that these kinds of things - there can be something like that in my life. If I choose it. After I made a decision, I took the first ship I could find and came to you.”

“I-“

“It helps if you don’t think about it too hard. I learnt many lessons from you, but not thinking is one that took me the longest.” He smiles, and your head hovers just in front of his chin.

Both of his hands rest on your hips and you step into him, his scent filling your senses. Vanilla.

“Do you remember that night, when we were sneaking around after training? We wanted to get those textbooks from the restricted section, and you were too scared to sneak past the Archivist?”

“Hey! I was- To be fair she was highly intimidating.”

“She was like a thousand years old.”

“With a very big cane!” You laughed and Obi-Wans hands held you tighter on your hips. “What about it?”

“This feels like that. We spent weeks trying to hide those books in our rooms, do you remember when Master Yoda came to speak to us, and-”

“Oh Maker, please do not bring that up right now. I am still embarrassed.” You laugh against him, and let your head fall into the crook of his neck. You take a second to breath him in. You don’t know how many times you have imagined this moment, where he finally comes to you. 

“This was so much easier when we were kids.” You mumble into his robes, and one of his hands comes up to the back of your head, smoothing your hair down.

“I think it’s easier now.” Your eyebrows screw together, and he must feel it because he laughs. How could it be easier now? At least when you were kids you didn’t have any real responsibilities. Now, you had an entire planet on your shoulders, and he... “At least the council don’t have a cane.”

“And you said I was impossible!” His hands come up to your face.

“Come here.” He whispers, coaxing you closer. You leaned into him with little effort, and let your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. “You don’t know how many times I have dreamed of you.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Your eyes were still closed, and you had no idea how close he was. His lips brushed against your nose as he lowered his head towards you, and you found yourself pushing up on your toes to hurry him.

“You think so?” You nod, feeling his lips against your cheek and his hot breath on the shell of your ear. “You are sure this is what you want? We can wait.”

“I have waited long enough.” Your eyes open and he smiles down at you, and finally, after years between, his lips finally reconnect with your own.

He moves slowly, teasing as he holds you in place with strong hands. You push up higher on your toes but he refuses to give you an inch of room, taking control and spinning you to the left so that your lower back is pressed up against the edge of the table. 

He kisses you harder when he feels your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging in a desperate attempt to keep him here. A surprised sound is lost in his mouth when his hands drop to the back of your thighs, lifting you in the air before gently placing you on top of the table. You hear the breaking of glass next to you, and both of your heads slowly turn to the floor, where your broken wine glass lays shattered at his feet. He keeps kissing you as you look down, but his urgency makes you completely forget about the mess. 

You wrap your legs around his back and force his body against yours, earning a groan from the back of his throat. His hands come down on your knees and slowly massage their way higher, bringing up the soft silk of your dress with their movement.

As he exposes more of your skin, his lips fall from your own and attach to your neck. You let out a moan at his teeth biting softly at the sensitive skin, and you feel him smile against you and then do it again. 

“You’ve be- shit- been practising.” You tug at his hair again and he hums against your skin, the vibrations making your hips buck slightly.

“Only in my dreams.” The confession sends your mind blank, and you pull his hair back, attaching your lips back to his own. One of his hands holds your neck, the other coming to your lower back, letting you move your hips as much as you want. You can feel his hard length against your exposed core, the faint excuse for underwear under this dress hiding none of your arousal. You know he can feel it too, because he stutters out a few strangled moans every time you roll against him. 

“Feels - good. Oh, shit it feels so good. I need you to-” You babble out as your legs lock tighter around him, and he pulls away. You pout, feeling like a child and reach out to grab his robes and pull him back to you.

“So impatient.” He smiles and kisses you again in a long, slow motion, enough to satiate you both so he can get a sentence out. 

“And you are so good at being with-holding right now?” You try to focus on what he’s saying, but you can’t tear your eyes away from his lips, and how much you want them back. Want them in other places, too. 

“You are right. If this dress wasn’t so pretty, I may have torn it off.” He tugs at the fabric of your dress, pulling it a little higher. The look in his eyes is purely hunger, and it makes your words get lost in your throat.

“I have a thousand dresses, you can-”

“Ah, but this one might be my favourite.” You shake your head and he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Sit still for me.”

He drops to his knees in front of you, and the first thing you think of is how much you wish you could capture this moment forever. The way he looks, hair all over the place, robes pulled out in all directions; it is so unlike how put together you have seen him. Especially in any of the council addresses you have watched, which is all of them. He is always so proper and formal, but it took about twenty seconds with you to unravel all that composure, and it has you squeezing your legs together, searching for relief. 

His hands run up along the exposed skin of your legs, fingertips just brushing the hem of your panties before coming back down to your knees. He was tall enough so that you could still see his face clearly if you leaned back, but you didn’t want to miss a damn second of the sight in front of you. 

“You are still the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.” 

“Obi, please don’t tease me.” He looks up at you and presses a kiss to the top of your knee before urging your legs open with his hands, gently spreading you open. 

“Are you going to pout every time you don’t get your way?” He presses sweet kisses up the inside of your thighs, taking his time to touch every sliver of skin available. “Always. So. Impatient.”

He hums each time he finds an unexplored stretch of skin, and occasionally gives into the temptation to softly bite and suck, leaving a row of marks no one but him will see. 

“You’re an ass.” Your hands thread in his hair and he hums against your skin. Pushing your dress up higher over your hips, he slides you forward, edging you closer to the end of the table. 

“You are so beautiful.” His hot words making you shiver, and you see the half lidded look in his eyes shoots awake when he sees your underwear. Thin, black lace hiding nothing from his intense gaze. It makes you, for just a second, want to hide from him, but then you remember who it is, and you let him take his time. His fingers tentatively hook over the thin fabric, and he seems to just stare for a second, enjoying the sight of his hands against your skin. “So beautiful.” 

He drags the underwear down painfully slow, and you wriggle on the table to get him to move faster, but he doesn’t. He is meticulous, and you can see his eyes flicking to each of your legs, wanting to watch like he was unwrapping a present. 

“Is this how you usually start offical council meetings, then?” He looks up at you, a half grin on his face and kisses your upper thigh. You can see a few of the marks he has left from this angle, and it makes your heart skip. 

“Yes. The council is very close.” You start laughing, hands holding him tighter to stay upright. 

“Going to be a busy few weeks for me then.” He bites a little harder on your thigh, and you let out a squeak. “Sorry, Master Kenobi.”

“Maker, it sounds so good when you say it.” He is so close to your centre you can feel your legs start to shake in anticipation. Your hands begin to gently tug and massage the roots you have tangled your fingers in, and he groans.

“You like it when I call you that?” He nods, leaning his face against the soft skin of your inner thigh. “I’ll call you that all day if you-“

“If I what?” You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, but his hand taps your back, making them open on instinct. “You want me to taste you?”

“Yes, Master Kenobi.” He moans and his tongue finally dips into your pussy, soft and gentle. You cry out, and it is clear that he was holding back, because as soon as he hears your desperate sounds, he hooks both of his arms under your legs and throws them over his shoulders.

He holds you to him as his tongue laps at you, the sounds of your arousal hidden under both of your groans of approval. He was far too good at reading your body, knowing exactly where you need him without having to say anything but praise. He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, and everything goes white. 

The rough grip you have in his hair is the only thing keeping your body upright, and you can only hope he would tell you if you were hurting him because you need to see the sight before you. He occasionally looks up to you to watch you, and a small smile appears on his face every time he catches your eyes. One of his hands somehow snaked between your legs, because you feel his finger curl inside of you, setting a slow, delicious pace that has you panting.

“I love it when you call me that.” He murmurs, and then takes your clit back into his mouth, sucking and kissing until you aren’t sure if you are still on the table, or floating in the air. 

“Oh fuck, Master.” He slows his finger inside of you and his mouth turns to kissing any skin except where you need him the most. “You’re so good. Please, I can’t-“

He slides two fingers back inside of you, and his mouth returns to your throbbing clit, and your hips roll into him on impulse. He was surrounded by you, legs still clamped around his head and shoulders, and his other arm was gripping across your lower back, ensuring you were close enough. 

“Taste so sweet.” He says into you, and you can feel the years of built up tension simmering low in your stomach.

“Mmmfuck- please, please don’t stop - shit.” He groans into your pussy, and flicks his tongue right where you are most sensitive, making you whimper his name through gritted teeth. You were getting close, which is why you couldn’t hold back your groan when he pulled away again.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He leans his cheek leaning against your thigh, mouth still burning kisses into your skin like he can’t pull himself away. Both of his hands were now grabbing at the bare flesh of your ass, massaging and coaxing you to the point where you were almost completely off the table. 

“Just come up here-”

“No. We can’t do this here.” He presses one more kiss, lower down on your leg before unwrapping your legs from his head. His hands drag slowly along the skin, and he lets his eyes wander around the sight in front of him. You liked seeing him like this, unabashed and staring like he had all the time in the world. Because he does. 

“You don’t want to fuck me on this table, Master Kenobi?” He stands and lets out a long, loud groan, all of the air in his lungs brushing against your chest as he tucks his head into your neck. 

“I want to have you on every elaborately decorated piece of furniture in this room. I want you to be like you were ten seconds ago, begging me not to stop.” Your legs almost start to shake just at his words, and you can feel how close you were to finishing on his mouth when your hips jerk against him, making a mess of his robes. 

“Why don’t you, then?” You want him to. You would ignore every royal duty just to meet his every need. His strong arms wrap you against him and lift you into the air, and your arms wrap tightly around his neck as you squeal in surprise.

“Because when I take you for the first time, I want it to be the only thing you can think about when you go to sleep, because you are all I think about.” He spins around and walks further into the room. “Bedroom?”

“Through there. First door on the left.” You don’t fight him on that, pointing towards the smaller hallway and he kisses you sweetly while he walks. You can’t help but smile when he walks straight past the room you pointed out. “Missed it.”

“Hm?” He pulls away from you, eyes still half closed and looks around, quickly correcting course. “See? Distracting.”

You laugh as he bursts through the door, revealing your room. He’s still kissing you, eyes squeezed shut when he walks into your bed, so when he gently lets you go and you fall back onto the soft covers, you get to see his reaction as he looks around the room. 

It is not as elaborate as the rest of the castle. When you were designing it, you wanted it to be a place you could check out of all the royal mess outside, and be at peace. You have even mediated a couple of times, not that you were very good at it nowadays. You designed it around the time you felt most comfortable, a place where you always felt safe.

“This looks like our rooms. From the academy.” He looms over you, taking in the grey metallic walls with wide windows, light stuttered by the cascading blinds. You shrugged shyly at him.

“I didn’t want my room to be the same as the castle. I guess I was a bit nostalgic when I designed this part.”

“I like it.” He says, still not looking at you. Your dress had fallen back into place, covering your legs, and you were growing impatient. You began to drag the fabric up, shimming on the bed. 

As Obi-Wan had his back turned, examining the few things you kept on your desk, you took the entire dress off, leaving you completely naked on the bed, and Obi-Wan completely clueless. 

“I kept my desk in the same place.” He observed, running a hand over the plain wood.

“Call it a coincidence.”

“Oh, I’m sure it-” He turns back to you and loses track of his words. It all happens so fast, but in the next second Obi-Wan is on top of you, kissing your mouth, your neck, down to your collarbone. Once he reaches a part of your skin he knows will be hidden, he starts the same slow, meticulous pace of biting and dragging his tongue, exploring.

His mouth starts to go lower, and your breathing quickens as his lips ghost along your stomach. He looks up at you, and you realise he’s still wearing clothes.

“I want to see you.” You whine, and he crawls back up your body, kissing a trail of heat back to you. 

“Here I am.” You roll your eyes.

“More.” You tug at his robes, the various layers getting tangled and caught in your hold. He straddles you and sits back, eyes roaming your body as he begins the process of undressing. He had you boxed in so you couldn’t hurry him along, but you sort of enjoyed watching him. 

He undid ties and fabric, each layer revealing more of his muscled torso. He finally reaches the final layer, pulling the shirt over his head with one hand. Your hands run along the exposed skin, and its your turn to drink in the sight of him. You try your best to memorise every scar and ridge on his abdomen, but you are impatient, and can’t stray your eyes back to his chest when he begins to pull his trousers down. He leans back down before you get a good look, but feeling him naked against you is almost better than seeing it. 

“Is this okay?” He says breathless from the effort of holding himself back. You kiss him in response, shifting your hips to allow easy access, but he doesn’t move. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes. This is very much okay. Like, the most okay thing in the world right now.” He smiles and kisses you again, one of his hands traveling down the curve of your hips while the other comes up to your face, cupping your cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want? What I said before, I didn’t mean it like-”

“This is all I want. All I have wanted since that night in my room.” His face is hard - serious. You’ve only seen him like this in training, almost determined to make you believe it. The hand that travelled down your side cups your ass and moves your hips to lay flat on the bed. “I haven’t ever done this before. I - I don’t know how well I-”

“Anything you do is perfect. Perfect. Please.” You can still see some of the unsure nerves flitting in his eyes, and your mind drifts back to earlier, to what gave him that extra confidence boost. “Please, Master Kenobi.”

His teeth graze against your bottom lip and he slides into you, the room suddenly alive with both of your desperate gasps of relief. 

“Oh, fucking Maker.” He groans into your mouth, before sliding out of you completely, and then back in. The process is blissful torture, and you feel every perfect inch of him inside you, hitting something that makes you see stars through the plain tiling of your roof. It wasn’t that he was larger than anyone you had been with before, but it’s just because it was him. He felt so perfect inside you, like he was made just for you, and even with his confessed inexperience his slow and controlled pace has you reeling.

“You feel so good- ohmygod- please go faster I-” You can hear him moaning something low under his breath but with the added stimulation of one of the rough pads of his finger on your clit, you don’t have the capacity to try and listen. You just continue to babble out plea’s and cries, the build up from his mouth before hitting you like a speeder. 

“Faster, sweetheart?” You nod and squeeze your eyes shut. The hand on your face drops to hold himself up beside your face, hand finding yours and interlocking your fingers. “Like this?”

He starts to go faster, not slamming into you but just enough to build you up brick by brick. It’s mind numbing, the pleasure drawn out, every time he drove into you he was seemingly exploring a new part of you. He was kissing your collarbone, switching between each side, leaving wet kisses in his path, kissing your mouth each time he switched sides. 

You couldn’t speak anymore, his relentless thrusts getting harder every time you moaned out his name into the room. Your back arched into his chest, and you could feel the flex of his abs against you.

“Baby, I’m - you feel divine I can’t -“He all but bites down on your shoulder and you try to move your hips to meet him, encouraging silently.

“Don’t stop! Please, please, pl-lease -oh fuck!” He went faster, the sound of skin on skin echoing. You were burning up underneath him, everything inside of you zapping into place for your inevitable crash. You were a shaking mess, and he was ruining you in the best way, every relentless snap of his hips had you begging for more, even though you weren’t sure how much more you could comprehend. 

“I’m gonna- sweetheart” His voice cracked and you forced yourself to open your eyes.

“Cum inside me, please. I want you to-” You sounded more desperate than you wanted to admit, but from the broken sound that came from Obi-Wan, you would say it over and over again. His hips stuttered only for a second, and he came with the sound of your name on his tongue. 

With the way his hand was working you, and the incredible sounds he was making in your mouth you followed him into his orgasm, the blood rushing to every nerve ending and blanketing over your entire body. 

Everything went blank and you were almost positive you passed out, the feeling of pillow soft lips kissing up and down the front of your throat bringing you back to your body. 

“Obi-Wan.” You managed and he was back to your lips in a blink, drinking you in like he still hadn’t had enough of you. You hadn’t had enough of him, either, and you returned his force with as much energy as you could summon. He had fucked you tired, though, because you could hardly pick yourself up.

“So beautiful.” He laid down next to you, clearly just as exhausted. You turned and watched as his eyes closed, and he wrapped an arm around you, bringing you closer to lay your head on his chest. Your hand comes up beside your face, tracing aimless lines along the multiple scars on his chest, and you sit in silence, trying to regain control of your mind enough to speak full sentences. 

“Can you stay?” You whispered up at him when you felt his breathing even under your chin. He shuffles down on the bed, pulling back the covers enough so you can both easily slide underneath them.

“I’m afraid you will never get rid of me now.” He pulls you back to him, bringing your leg to rest over his abdomen, how he knows you like to sleep. 

“Good. Council’s never getting you back now.” He laughs and kisses the top of your head, making you blush at the intimate gesture. “It wasn’t a coincidence. The room, I mean.”

“No?”

“I just really liked yours. It was always cleaner than mine, and it was warmer. I guess I thought it would bring me back to those days if I had a bit of it here.” Your wrapped your arm further around him, practically bear hugging him.

“Well, it is warm. Definitely not clean, though.” Your head shoots up at him.

“Hey! Not like I was expecting handsome strangers to whisk me to bed every time a council member asks to meet with me. You can clean it for me later, since you were so good at it.” You expect him to retort, but he just smiles.

“Handsome?” Your eyes nearly roll out of your head, but after what just happened, your more than happy to feed his ego.

“Very handsome. Bit of a light weight, but is a great fu-”

“Okay, that is quite enough.” He laughs and covers your mouth. You squirm away from his hold to continue the assault of profane compliments, but he easily holds you down. It turns you on a little more than you can admit, but you store the information for later considering the worn out look on Obi-Wan’s face.

“You know, when we get up in the morning, I’m going to have to explain to my staff who you are.” You say as you tuck the blankets up under your chin, nuzzling your face into his neck. 

“And what will you tell them?” 

“What should I tell them?” You feel his chest rise and fall and little uneven.

“A- I guess telling them a Jedi would only confuse them more. And me.”

“We can figure it out tomorrow.” He just nods, shifting himself under the covers.

“Hmm.” You feel the sound melt into the top of your head as he presses another kiss to your hair. “There is an explanation that would comply with both our interests.”

“And that is?”

“After a long night of negotiation, I was finally able to convince you to accept the contract of building a Jedi training academy on your home planet. One that I would personally oversee, hence the need for overnight accomodation.” You shoot up out of bed, bringing the sheet up only to cover the bare minimum of your chest.

“You what?” He smiles and leans up on his forearm.

“That was another reason I was here. They know your expertise exceeds your diplomacy - and they still talk about how much of a loss it was, when you left. The council wants you to come back, in a sense.” You think you were about to cry. “It was my suggestion, my first when I made council, to consider the construction of the Jedi academy here. It is just as safe as Coruscant, and with you as a ruler, the Force is just as strong. It would be a chance for you to live the life you dreamed of, while also adhering to your duties.”

You were crying. Definitely crying. Obi-Wan sat up and wiped a tear from your face, his brows pressed together in worry.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, I-”

“Upset me? This is the most incredible thing I... Maker, why didn’t you tell me earlier!?” He blinks a few times, and goes to speak but you cut him off, excitement taking over your need for sleep. “Of course I want to do that! It’s - that would be - wow, there’s so much I would need to do! I am so out of practise, I hardly even meditate anymore. Oh, and the council would need to-”

Obi-Wan kisses you, probably to shut you up, but you can feel him smiling underneath your lips.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You whisper to him, and a small blush appears across his face in the dim light of the room.

“I was distracted.” His eyes drop to where the sheet hangs loosely across your chest, and you breath a laugh. “Would you - the council sent me here to assess. See if I would be open to teaching here, if you would be, us, together. In the future, they even spoke of a Padawan-”

“I- I can’t believe this. I- all I ever wanted was to do this. You know that, right? My dream was to train, to work with the council, fight for what was right, and to share that with others.”

“I know. That is why I suggested you, not that they needed much convincing. You were the golden child.” You laugh tearily. The idea of getting to have that life back, while also being able to grow everything you have worked for since returning home. You let your weight fall into Obi-Wan, and he tucks you back into the bed, soft covers gliding along your skin.

“There’s so much we need to talk about.” You mumble, eye closed, already half asleep.

“We can figure it out tomorrow.”  He repeats to you, and his breathing begins to even out behind you.

Everything you had ever dreamt of had practically come true, and it was fitting that it had all started with Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had been the source of almost every single happy memory in your life, and beginning this new chapter with him by your side, you knew that he would be responsible for the rest of them, too.  

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[toska-writes]

“Surprise!”

Summary: 6 members of the bad batch decided to through a party for the last member

Paring: TBB x GN padawan reader (ITS PLATONIC FOR EVERY MEMBER)

Warning: none just fluff!

Word count: 1377 (Not proof read)

Notes: it’s my birthday tomorrow! The 23rd!! So it felt appropriate how self indulgent is this 🤷‍♀️

In their defense it was sensible not to tell Wrecker or Omega until the day off. They even thought of keeping it from Tech with his blabbering mouth.

Hunter Echo, and Crosshair need the perfect planning though so that was out the window.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Omega tugged at the arm of Hunter for what seemed the millionth time as they walked through the small shops.

Hunter sighed before saying. "Sorry kid, but we couldn't risk it. We can't really surprise them."

Omega didn't seem satisfied with the answer yet until Hunter took her by the shoulder before whispering. "It was Echos idea anyway."

She smiled up at him before trying to lead Hunter to the next little shop. He was going to get an ear full from Echo if he found out Hunter threw him under the bus.

Omegas giggles filled the air snapping Hunter back to his young sister- She claimed that unlike the others she would find the gift you would like the very best for your birthday.

Satisfied she held her hands out in a grabbing motion for Hunter to drop a few credits in.

•✩•

Wrecker swatted Tech's hand away for the millionth time in the last rotation.

"Would ya just let me finish this in peace?" Wrecker was balancing with one foot trying desperately to hang that last banner from the roof of the Marauder.

"If you would hang it sufficiently." Tech muttered to himself finishing blowing up the rest of the balloons.

"Hey!" Wreck whipped his head around, for a moment his entire life flashed before his eyes before Wreckers hand slapped the wall and he fell flat on his back.

The banner now had one end hung neatly from the ceiling and the other completely lowered hung on the wall.

Wrecker only laughed trying to return the breath back to his lungs. "Well Tech hope your happy with that, I'm not gettin' back up there again."

Echos laughed filled the right space, quickly he walked over with a hand outstretched.

Tech only scoffed before throwing a ballon at the head of his brother as he stood. "That is quite alright Wreck, we don't have that much time anyways."

Perfectly on time with his words the hatch to the ship open and in rushed Omega pushing past their legs and up into her loft.

"Well whatcha get 'Mega." Echo called after her.

She didn't poke her head out until the sound of paper crunching filled the room.

"It's a surprise! I gotta wrap it."

Hunter walked over and took a seat momentarily looking around the now brightly colored ship. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Food is all prepared Hunter." Tech spoke over his shoulder, he quickly checked something off of his data pad.

"I'm comming Cross then." Echo took a seat next to the sergeant. "You better finished wrapping." He now directed at the younger girl.

Omega flew from her loft and place the small package next to the small assortment of food and gifts. "Ready." She jumped up to high-5 wrecker.

•✩•

You didn't think Cross was one for nature walks, or sight seeing before as that is what the story he came to you with.

Confusion flew out the window however we Crosshair starting giving you lesson in sharpshooting.

As he talked you didn't dare not to pay attention knowing that this was a privilege to even be breathing near his precious sniper.

Laying down Crosshair snug the blaster into your shoulder and positioning your hands the right way.

"You need to keep steady both internally and externally." He spoke quietly to you lining up your shot.

Breathing in once, the out again you pulled the trigger. The shot wasn’t far from the mark, but with the expert sniper breathing down your next you felt differently.

Crosshair took the time to adjust what seemed to be wrong and let you have a few more shot.

The last 3 neared closer and closer to the center mark of a tree you both decided on. Your focus was all on the center-

That was until Crosshair’s comm beeped sending a rouge shot up through the trees.

“That’ll wrap it up for today then.” He held his hand out waiting for you to return the blaster.

“That last shot was hardly my fault.” You tried to defend yourself getting to your feet quickly.

“Good snipers will tune that out, I thought that’s what the Jedi taught you.” A dastardly smirk edged onto his face.

“Yeah well they did, but I wouldn’t say I was the best at it.” The duo started the small walk back as the twin suns just started retreating over the horizon.

Breaking the comfortable silence you said. “Any reason you wanted to go shooting today?” With this being one of the days the group had nothing planned that was dangerous it was refreshing.

“Doing something nice.” He shrugged pulling a toothpick out its case and putting it right into his mouth.

“Yeah right.” You snorted, quickly bumping shoulders into the man. “Because you were so nice when you first met me.”

“You were weird kid.” He barley spared you a glance before continuing. “And you still are.”

Coming up on the ship now the hatch door wasn’t opened which was odd for a nice cool night. Glancing at the other man quickly, clearly he didn’t think nothing strange so you shrugged it off and opened the door.

Squinting your eyes into the darkness you barley could make out a few figures before the lights flashed on.

“SURPRISE!” A chorus of people yelled. Looking around all the bad batch members had their eyes on you as Omega flew into for a hug.

“You like it?” She asked with a giddy laugh.

“You guys it’s wonderful!” The siths themselves couldn’t have wiped the tooth eating grin from your face. “I barely remembered, how did you know.”

“Your records has all the information needed.” Tech stepped forward wrapping an arm of his own around your shoulder and giving a quick squeeze.

You laughed for saying. “Yeah we’re gonna talk about that later.”

“After food of course!” Wrecker shouted point to a table filled with many delicious treats.

Crosshair planted a hand on your shoulder flashing you a smirk before joining Wrecker with a plate.

You looked around once more, the streamers were magical hanging from the ceiling and the banner… well it definitely made you laugh.

To the side stood Hunter and Echo with their own grins in their faces. Rushing over quickly you gave no warning flinging your self and trapping both of their necks in your arms.

“Thank you too.” You whisper at both of them. “I can’t remember the last time I celebrated something like this.”

“Any time kid.” Hunters warm voice filled your ears.

“Now would you go eat? Some of us trekked along forever looking for it.” Echo playful taped your shoulder.

“Why of course.” You turned, Omega had a plate already stretched out for you and the pair quickly found a comfortable place together on the floor.

Even Gonky got into the spirit with his own party hat on.

Omega rambled on for a minute or two before she finally recalled. “Oh I got you something! It’s way better than the others so you should open it first.”

With your laugh echoing around she jumped up and quickly grabbed the gift off the table.

“You guys didn’t have to get me something.” You said as the package was handed carefully to you.

“The least we could do.” Wrecker boomed from behind you. “Now open it up so I can see what it is.”

With Omega’a and the rest of the Batches eyes on you you peeled the paper away.

Inside was a trooper doll that matched Omega’s, this however seemed to be a tad bigger and had more colors on it.

“Look now we match!” She said delighted. Pointing to the shirt, which seemed to be homemade, Omega said. “It even matches your lightsaber!”

Tears welled in your eyes now. “Oh Omega it’s perfect.” Scooping the girl into your arms you came her a tight cuddle.

This is how you wanted to spend all your birthdays, happily surrounded by your family.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu @verybadatwriting @solstraalaa @ray-rook

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[enigmatist17]

Catch me thinking about all the clones "waking" up in the past after their final brother (read Rex and Kix) eventually dies

I want to say they just kind of wake up a handful of years before the clone wars start

Most of the commanders are teenagers, and the original batchers like Fordo/Alpha-17 and all are in their early 20's

At first they don't act on anything, most of them having hidden tearful reunions while the longnecks don't seem to notice a change among their clones

--> Rex has the most challenging time adjusting, having been the last one for so long that it's almost too much to have faces of the past around him. It helps when Fives and Echo find him one night, and the three are just a crying mess in a corner where the longnecks won't think to look for them. Kix joins them wordlessly, having still been silent about his own life years and years after they all had died.

Once they all figure out that almost everyone has "woken" up, it's all too easy to take Kamino for their own. It's before the war, the Jetti don't know them yet, and the chips are told to those who died before/during their activation. Many tears are shed when Order 66 is discussed by the few survivors, and those who had a hand in killing their Jetti only feel guilt until they all collectively realize that it won't happen this time

The Kaminoans don't realize that the clones are taking the city for themselves until it happens. They move way too precisely for non-combatants, but they slice through security and lock down everything like they knew all the codes since birth, and by the end of a rotation Tipoca and its adjoining facilities are under their control.

Jango is confused by what just happened, and even more so when he starts to realize all the clones are speaking a set of mando'a that is entirely that of his clones, and apparently know this language despite not being very old. They don't seem to want to hurt him either, looking at him with eyes that are haunted like those of a veteran soldier. The one he calls Kote eventually takes pity, and after ensuring what he would hear couldn't be recorded or broadcast, they speak.

He speaks of a war that takes so many lives, how he was used and made easy to execute, and how his clones were used and abused until the fall of the Republic and everything else.

Jango is silent the entire time, and eyes Boba sleeping in his room more than once. He had come to Kamino a long time ago to give his DNA, another job on the list, but to hear that the clones adopted what they could from what culture he taught some of the earliest clones stirred something in him.

Overall, Jango doesn't step in their way, and they don't force him to do anything, just awed to see the Prime that only so few had seen the first time.

Someone eventually has the bright idea to alert the Jetti instead of waiting for a few years, and it's decided that Fox would lead the initiative. Fox is honored and no he doesn't tear up a little bit, you saw nothing (he's lying, and the former Guard commander doesn't want to leave Tipoca at first, if he sees Coruscant, it'll be too soon)

He goes anyways, with Hound, Cody, Fordo, and Ponds following suit, a silent Jango hopping onto their ship clad in full armor. The clones have decided to have only Fordo in his armor, and the others are wearing some "civilian" clothes they'd stitched together to try and not be obvious they're all alike. Fox nearly has a panic attack when he lays eyes on the Senate building they pass over, and is surprised when Jango of all people steadies the younger clone.

They don't just walk into the Jedi Temple, instead leaving some carefully placed data sticks where they know they'll be seen, and after refueling head back to Kamino, so as to not alert a specific someone. Fox knows that they'll be soon gathered up by padawans, and that darker forces wouldn't think to search in a random Temple wall.

It takes the Jetti over a month, but when Kenobi's interceptor pierces the stormy clouds, there is a buzz of excitement.

The Jedi in question doesn't understand the sheer outpouring of joy when he steps out of his ship, and has to take a second to ground himself otherwise he'll start grinning (seriously why were they happy, he's never seen them before)

He's not sure what to expect, but the massive facilities that seem to be run by children are...not what he imagined, children with the eyes of battle-worn soldiers that watch his every move.

They don't tell Obi-Wan everything, pretending that they have information from a source that the Sith lord they seek is on Coruscant and that they will not be conscripted for a Republic they know nothing of.

Obi-Wan can tell they're lying a bit, but doesn't press. He also doesn't understand why they would be conscripted in the first place, but the clones are nothing but kind and respectful, with not a hint of darkness amongst any of them.

He stays for a few days, and eventually, the Force itself decides to speed things along and gives Obi-Wan a vision of a future from a sleeping Cody's mind, showing the Jedi years of trust that ended in devastation. Cody wakes up to Obi-Wan wrapped around him, and his heart sings for the first time in so long.

I am Filled With Thoughts

#personal #star wars #the clone wars #swtcw #star wars the clone wars #order 66 fix it #kinda? #time travel fix it

[legobiwan]

May I ask about your Star Wars fanfics? I wanted you to know I really enjoy them to read on my off time!

May we know your opinions/ headcannons on Dooku and Qui gon's relationship?

How was there dynamic during there early years?

Do you think deep down in when dooku is alone in Sereno, asleep he dreams of seeing his old padawan one last time?

This lyric comes to mind I added on to it.

"Alone and forgotten, i never thought he'd look at me again, but he smiled at me, and I held him.. just like I used to do. Like I used to when he was scarred as a child. Or maybe he was holding me?

Holding me to the light as he used to hold me and look at me, those eyes so full of hope and admiration"

You may absolutely ask me about my Star Wars fics! Thank you for reading my stories! (I swear one day I'm going to finish off those WIPs, aaaaaaaaaa).

Caveat that I'm not as active in the fandom these days (on a bit of Star Wars sabbatical), but I do feel (and I'm someone who melds Master & Apprentice, Jedi Lost, and Dark Rendezvous into canon as I see fit) that in contrast to Dooku's relationship with Rael (which was surprisingly casual, especially as Rael aged. This, if I may be allowed a small tangent, is probably a combination of Rael's aggressive form of charm and Dooku's inexperience and youth)

...but anyway, in comparison to Dooku and Rael, there's this...distance, on the surface, that Dooku keeps from Qui-gon. Their relationship, at least the trappings of it, is more formal, their roles more defined. (This being said, anytime Rael pops by and the three of them are together, those neatly constructed walls start to crumble). This doesn't mean Dooku doesn't care about Qui-gon. He cares, deeply. But as we see in Tales of the Jedi, Qui-gon's apprenticeship years mark the true beginnings of Dooku's disillusionment with the Jedi Order and his slow fall to the Dark Side. And I think part of this detachment from Qui-gon (even as he shows a ferocious protectiveness over him) is, in part, Dooku trying to shield Qui-gon from his more insidious desires and actions. (This backfires, on more than one occasion, when Dooku chokes the crap/lightening attacks/otherwise manhandles out of various enemies who were either threatening his Padawan or were obviously part of the bloating corruption that was metastasizing across the entire Republic).

And to get back to their relationship, we have Dooku being a little more standoff-ish. A little older, a bit more bitter, in general. And young Qui-gon is less outwardly brash than Dooku (at least when he was younger) and Qui-gon is definitely intimidated his new Master. (Although he respects him as a teacher and while Dooku is an exacting, demanding instructor he is also always fair. Whatever his personal troubles are, Dooku is never anything less than a damn fine teacher).

So yes, Dooku cares. Qui-gon's death had no small part in his eventual choice to join the Sith and I have no doubts whatsoever that he dreams both of Qui-gon and Rael regularly as he lies alone in that gigantic, empty bed on Serenno. (I think Dooku, as much as he was trying to manipulate Obi-wan in AotC by bringing up Qui-gon's name, was also being completely honest with Obi-wan in that moment. Actually, he was wholly honest with Obi-wan that entire scene and got shot down due to - at least as Dooku would have seen it - Jedi indoctrination).

And it's this caring that helps to bury Dooku in the end. Caring about his Padawans. Caring about the Republic. About Serenno. About the Jedi. For a man that is so stoic and proper, he is passionate and invested in the future of all the different organizations and governments and societies he's tasked with defending (to the point he'd rather burn them down than allow them to continue to fester). But more than any of that - the Jedi, the Republic, Serenno - Dooku is a teacher. A teacher who is instructing in an intense, one-on-one relationship that puts him in the position of half-mentor/half-parent. We see it when he and Rael embrace after meeting again years later; we see it when Dooku asks an adult Qui-gon for information about this Sith, to protect Qui-gon; we see it when Dooku is forced to turn on Ventress; we see it when he tries to recruit Obi-wan again and again (and, for the record, does not kill him in the bridge scene in RotS when he easily could have crushed Obi-wan with that platform).

This is all to say Dooku cares. And that, to some degree, was exactly the problem.

#hello there #ask legobiwan #count dooku #qui gon jinn #rael averross #obi wan kenobi #good gods i haven't written star wars meta in half a century #i actually am very interested in revisiting these stories as im a few years older and definitely ensconced in teaching #anyway yes i still go here despite all the evidence to contrary on my blog :D

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 31

Two days back at work, and I had to get sick... well at least I only have a sore throat and don't use it for longer vacation. What a new start for the year. But anyway next chapter.

Masterlist

Chapter 31: Problem ahead

Tech's heart raced as he received the encrypted message from Amanda. He quickly moved to sit in his bunk, ensuring that no one would notice his communication. With practiced precision, he activated a secure communication channel and responded to Amanda's query if he is on Kamino. The prepared bottle now being held loosely in his hand. "Yes, I'm on Kamino at the moment" he typed carefully, his fingers moving swiftly across the datapad's keys. He didn't dare mention Orion, just in case the message was intercepted. The secrecy of their son's heritage was paramount.

The seconds dragged on as he waited anxiously for Amanda's response, wondering what she might need or want to communicate. It had been too long since he'd heard from her, and his heart ached for a connection, even through these encrypted messages.

"I have been summoned to Kamino by Prime Minister Lama Su, he said I need to get a few medics and troopers back to the temple with me. And maybe, it is not the best idea when you know our stars are around, given... but I know you can't simply leave without any direct orders. I will arrive with my Padawan in half a rotation." Tech's heart skipped a beat as he read Amanda's message. Her presence on Kamino was unexpected and raised a whirlwind of emotions within him. He quickly composed a reply, mindful of the urgency and secrecy of their communication.

"Understood. I'll stay clear of your path and won't interfere. Do what you must, and teach your Padawan. If you need anything, you know how to reach me." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I hope to see you, even if it's from a distance." With a final glance at Orion, who he picks up and was now waking up and his bright blue eyes spotting his bottle, Tech sent the message, his heart heavy with the anticipation of seeing Amanda, if only briefly.

As Tech started to feed Orion, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. The prospect of seeing Amanda again, even from a distance, filled him with a sense of longing and excitement. But he also understood the complexities of their situation and the need for secrecy. Tech has to learn to keep his distance when Amanda was around, especially after their last encounter when Orion had cried when they left the ship. It was a painful reminder of the delicate balance they had to maintain to keep their secret hidden.

So, Tech focused on feeding Orion, gently caressing his son's cheek as he took each sip from the bottle. He knew that, for now, their separation from Amanda was necessary to protect both her and Orion.

With Orion peacefully asleep on his chest after he had his bottle, Tech continued to work on his reports. His nimble fingers moved swiftly across the datapad, detailing their recent missions and making sure to add a few extra layers of security to the logs to prevent any unwanted prying eyes. The soft rise and fall of Orion's chest against his own provided Tech with a sense of comfort, even amidst the clandestine activities he sometimes found himself involved in. As he finished up the reports, he couldn't help but glance down at his son's serene face, a smile tugging at his lips. In that quiet moment, Tech's heart swelled with both love and a deep sense of protectiveness.

Tech's heart raced as Orion's cries filled the barracks, escalating into a full-blown meltdown. Panic surged through him, and he quickly set aside his datapad, scooping Orion up in his arms, desperate to soothe his distressed son. "Hush, Orion, it's okay," Tech murmured in a soothing tone, gently rocking him back and forth. He checked Orion's diaper, temperature, and for any visible signs of discomfort, but nothing seemed amiss. Tech knew why but he hoped for another reason.

The rest of the squad was now wide awake, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion. Hunter who was so startled fell out of his bunk, recovering from his fall, approached Tech, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong with him, Tech?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. Tech shook his head, his own anxiety mounting. "I don't know, Hunter. He was fine just a moment ago."

Orion's cries showed no sign of stopping, and Tech continued to hold him close, trying to comfort him as best he could while searching his mind for any possible way to sooth his son's distress. “Tech, you are lying to me… what is wrong with him?” Hunter asks again after a moment. “Amanda is on her way to Kamino, or to be precise to this very cloning facility” Tech mutters. “Great! Not enough problems already.” Crosshair snarls, probably more irritated he was woken up.

Tech's heart raced as he carried Orion towards the Havoc Marauder. He hoped the familiar sounds of the ship and the gentle rocking motion of his steps would provide some comfort to his distressed son. Orion's cries echoed in the quiet corridors of the ship, and Tech's worry continued to mount. As he stepped inside the ship, the low hum of the engines greeted him, a sound he had grown accustomed to over the years. He carefully held Orion while he started up several system. The soothing vibrations from the ship's idling engines seemed to have a calming effect on Orion, who now smacks his tiny fists against his father’s chest, throat and shoulders.

Tech continued to hold Orion close, gently stroking his tiny back as he walked back and forth in the cockpit. The squad watched from the doorway, their concern evident. Hunter, Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker exchanged glances, all feeling a mixture of helplessness and worry for their youngest member. Because they would not let Tech handle it alone, all knew there is just one way for Orion to stop. And they could at least help shield Orion and Tech, from questions of the regs or their creators.

Chapter 32

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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[bluedeedeedoop]

👻🦋🦈💘📚🚦🍬 for the writer ask game

yippee thanks for the asks!!!

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Ooooo okay im answering barrissoka for this; During the rebels era, Ahsoka eventually meets with Barriss by accident and they discuss and become happily ever after the end i will end my life if this doesn't happen thank you and goodbye.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

BARRISS. 100% barriss. also when i was writing tangled the series fanfiction, cassandra was probably my fav too fr

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

this one is tough because i've only ever started writing for like two fandoms- and by the time i write for a ship ive already consumed as much media and fanfiction and humanly possible, therefore absorbing their personalities and attitudes into my brain, making them easy to write :D but i guess out of the two fandoms ive written for, probably rapunzel from tangled the series. dont come at me.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

well, i personally both are easy to write for me when i really get into it- like when my brain is LOCKED IN. but okay hear me out. i fucking love writing fluff and reading it, but by god angst is somehow easier for me to flow with then writing yk???

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

(im sorry in advance) YES I KNOW MANY!!! of course these shall be barrissoka because yes but i know a lot of other amazing writers too for other fandoms!! i recommend: @kaaragen is an AMAZING author and their work And if we fell together has my heart and soul and god fucking damn it take my money ANYWAYS- The author mylordshesacactus has amazing works!! the author Gabby(kirahsoka) has amazing works too!! the ao3 series Clouded Light and the works Lost Shepherd and Coming home to you (A personal fav!!!!). Also my amazing friend @jedimasterbailey and their fic The Padawans!!! Another one of my favorite authors is @lesbiansandpuns whose work i absolutely love so much i stg especially The moments when we smile and those between has me on my knees not even joking (their other works are literally godsent as well). also!! @425599167 is an amazing author and their take on Barriss Offee as a whole is absolutely wonderful, their work The Erosion of the Spirit had me dissociating for a good week on that fic, literally amazing. I also really adore Let's call it love by my friend @stellanslashgeode!!

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

ok im a sucker for happily ever after alright??? but i love me a good build up!!!!

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

i've been in a LOT of fandoms but i didn't start writing for any until recent (last couple years) which are Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (the tangled series) (judge me and i will eat you) and Star Wars! for TTS prob my fic Painting can wait (guys this is my old writing please bare with me) and for Star wars probably Love you anyway. (even if you hate tea) because i kiiiiinda wrote that one as self indulgence. again if i hear anything i will eat you.

WOO THAT WAS A LOT.

here is little art snippet of an oc!

#ask games #writer ask game

[miserableandmagical94]

A collection of the references to Satine Kryze in Star Wars media

Disclaimer: this is just the stuff I have consumed. If there is any more - especially canon material - reblog and add. 

So, I have a lot of time on my hands, and I remember viewing this video on TikTok - please follow them if you have TikTok by the way. They have a point: why is Satine mentioned in the canon books but not in the TV shows outside Clone Wars or Rebels? I can forgive Obi-Wan Kenobi because there was a specific trauma that needed to be addressed for Obi-Wan (even though that man needed therapy from Phantom Menace). However, the Mandalorian - despite Bo-Katan being a main character - has not really spoken about Satine. I am hoping with season 3 there is an exploration of Bo’s backstory, but I think a key detail that has not been examined is that Satine’s murder was the cataclysmic event for why Mandalore is the way it is in 9ABY. I might be complaining before we have seen the seires, but there is no way Satine can be glossed over again. 

Anyway rant over. In the interest of fun, here is a chronogical list of Satine references and appearences. 

Firstly, we have Padawan by Kiersten White. By this point Obi-Wan and Satine have not met, and it take place when Obi-Wan is 16 (this also discredits the Mandlorian Civil War taking place in 42BBY). Obi-Wan is going through his Mirrorball phase, decides to go AWOL and discovers group of Force Sensitive children on a planet. In one conversation, Obi-Wan says:

“I would neer want to be in a relationship with a leader. Too close to politicians or royality. I’m sure if I ever fell in love, it would be with someone calm. Peaceful. Easy to get along with.” (p.173)

Obviously not a direct reference since Obi-Wan has not met Satine, but it’s still a reference so I am counting it. 

So we now get to the Year on the Run novel 

Oh yes. There isn’t one. 

Okay, so the next reference comes in Queen’s Peril by E.K. Johnston, which is set in 32BBY (for reference, the events are set before and work in parallel with PM). Obi-Wan is looking over some files when Qui-Gon strikes a conversation. It ends with this:

“At least that means we’ll be less likely to get involved in local labour disputes,” Obi-Wan said. 

“Or kick-start unlikely romances with local nobility.” (p.48)

Honestly, this makes me laugh so much because Qui-Gon clearly knew that Obi-Wan and Satine had fallen in love and more than likely had some sort of relationship in that year. Either Qui-Gon roasts Obi-Wan constantly about this, or he has been wanting to spring this on his Padawan. 

Moving forward ten years, we have Brotherhood by Mike Chen. This is where most of the references appear so I will not list every example. The Clone Wars has broken out, Obi-Wan has pretty much found out about Anakin and Padme becasue they’re about as subtle as a bantha in an antique shop. We do find out some key things:

 Satine is where Obi-Wan gained the nickname Ben (I guess we can call it a tiny reference in OWK)

Obi-Wan has not seen Satine’s face in about fifteen years, only reading the Holonews to know she is okay. 

We also find out that Satine is declaring a neutral position in the war from the outset. 

Obi-Wan ponders whether the galaxy would be as it is had he and Satine ran off together - as in they had a quiet life away from Jedi and politics. 

From this, we see that Obi-Wan is working through those feelings he had and clearly some still linger. 

Which leads us very nicely into Satine’s appearences in The Clone Wars. 

Season 2: Obi-Wan and Satine meet each other for the first time in well over a decade, and it’s clear the feelings have not completely gone. Obi-Wan is all puppy eyes, their banter is practically flirtation, and they have these moments where they touch ever so gently. We get a lot about Satine’s character from these three episodes. We know she has spent the last fifteen years aiding the recovery of Mandalore and it’s working. She does not have time to be interfering in everyone else’s mess. She’s still in love with Obi-Wan. Above all, she hates injustice. 

Season 3: Padme goes to Mandalore (yes we love to see it) and corruption is uncovered in Satine’s own government and she deals with it. We also meet Korkie, her nephew who raises more questions than he should do but given he has just disappeared off the face of the galaxy I am not going to labour this point. 

Season 4: Satine has a brief cameo at Obi-Wan’s ‘funeral’. I have no doubt she was fuming after he comes back from the dead. 

Season 5: Oh boy. So Maul because he is a petty bitch decides he is going to align with Death Watch and take over Mandalore. Satine is deposed and thrown in jail. Satine is then used as a pawn to bring Obi-Wan into the trap and she is killed. 

The Lawless is adapted into Kenobi’s Shadow in Stories of Light and Dark where we get this quote:

This is also where Bo-Katan is introduced having done a heel-face turn from Death Watch. I have a lot of feelings on Bo-Katan but I am going to wait until season 3 of Mando is done before I can articulate them. 

‘He’d extinguished a light in the universe and replaced it with shadow. (p.323)

Okay, season 6: During the Clovis arc, Obi-Wan tries to warn Anakin about his growing jealousy about Padme working with Clovis. We get a little empathetic moment where Obi-Wan says he gets it - he had feelings for Satine.

Okay season 7: Siege of Mandalore arc, Bo-Katan demonstrates her anger about Maul killing Satine and slightly guilt trips Obi-Wan into finding a way to help her get Mandalore back.

Clearly a lot of shit went down during the Empire period with Mandalore. 

So moving on to 9BBY and I am going to throw this in as an honourable mention as some people have inferred that Obi-Wan was speaking about Satine: 

Leia: Is it that hard to believe you might have friends? Look, since I met you, I've been chased, shot at, I almost fell to my death, and now there are Inquisiting people after us. If somebody is offering us help, I think we should take it. Now, come on. [pause] What now?

Obi-Wan: Nothing, you just remind me of someone. She was fearless, too. And stubborn.

Leia: I'm not stubborn.

Obi-Wan:  Yes, you are.

Leia: I'm not! Was your friend a Jedi, too?

Obi-Wan: No, she was a leader. She died a long time ago.

Leia: I'm... I'm sorry.

Obi-Wan: Me, too.

I think it’s clearly about Padme but I will take the Satine inference if it means we actually had a reference in OWK. Also side note, Leia’s blaster is called Satine’s Lament. I am not sure how to feel about that one. 

Now we come to Rebels and in season 4 (set 1BBY) , Bo-Katan helps out the Ghost Crew and we find out Sabine named a weapon she created The Duchess. We do see Bo-Katan declared leader of Mandalore which begs the question as to what the fuck happened in the next five years. 

Finally, we have ‘Master and Apprentice’ by Claudia Grey in From a Certain Point of View and I think I need to finish that bottle of Japanese gin I have:

‘Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved - Anakin, Satine, Padme and Qui-Gon himself - came to a terrible end.’

And on that cheerful note, that is all the canon references I can recall about Satine Kryze. Let’s just hope Mando 3 gives us some more crumbs and we get a book about what happened in that year on the run. 

As metioned above, if there is anything I have missed please reblog and include it. 

#satine kryze #star wars #i'm going to lie down

[yelena-bellova]

Freedom to Last: A Don’t Be Afraid Miniseries - Chapter One

Chapter One: Interruption

Plot: It’s a perfectly normal day for the Solo-Damerons. Y/n trains her Padawans, gathers her children and comes home, Poe walks through the door after a long day as General. All is as it should be. Monsters always wait for the concealment of night to prey…

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, death, blood, one sex joke

A/N: WE’RE BACK!!! I’m so excited to jump into this series and it warms my heart that people are still interested in the DBA universe. I hope this story is just as fun to read as the last one. Unlike DBA, this series will cover more mature themes (violence, kidnapping, imprisonment, etc.) so it’s a more mature teen rating. Small changes have bene made, this now takes place three years after the epilogue of DBA, so a total of 6 years since TROS. I had to go back and read some of the old chapter sto makes ure I got my history right. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Peace had come and peace had stayed.

It felt like a over-simplification to say that peace had just come. Peace had been fought for, willingly and unwillingly. Peace was scarred and bloodstained. But peace shone like a thousand suns and warmed everything in its reach. Peace was worth it, all of it.

I considered peace as I walked amongst my Padawans, who were floating two feet above the ground. Their legs were crossed, their small hands curled against their knees. How they could go from fireballs to perfectly tranquil still amazed me.

The only sounds around us were the soft Naboo winds brushing the high blades of grass, and the occasional fish leaping in and out of the nearby pond. As soon as I ended their exercises, the littlest ones would scurry over to the water and giggle endlessly as they watched his show.

“Alright, students,” I announced, “Return to your starting positions.”

Slowly, and a little rockily, they floated back to the ground. They dusted off their pants and stood to attention.

“That was very good,” I smiled, “Lots of improvement. Remember that to sustain your altitude, you have to fully give yourself over to the Force. It’s not so much forgetting what you’re doing as it is having peace about it.”

“Yes, Master Y/n,” their voices piped up.

“Alright,” I grinned, “Training’s done for the day. I’ll see you back here tomorrow morning.”

Excited conversations broke out in pairs, a few walked back to the temple, and the youngest took off hand in hand for the pond.

“They’re getting better,” Rey called from behind me, leading her own group of Padawans back from their trek.

I walked in her direction, “Aren’t they? How was the hike?”

“You’re all done for the day,” Rey announced to her class, “Remember to hydrate,” she turned back to me, “Very freeing. We’re close to getting to the top of the mountain.”

When Rey and I first established our training center, we thought we might be able to recruit a few younglings and grow over the years. What we got was an influx of young Force-wielders. The First Order’s reign had caused many to conceal their abilities. As they disappeared, so did the fear of being discovered. There were so many students enrolled that we had to split them up between us; Rey took those aged 8-14 and I took 3-7.

“Are you going to see Finn tonight?” Rey asked as we walked back to the temple.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I said, “Why?”

“I want to lend him one of the texts,” she explained, “He blew through the last one so fast, I thought I’d have more time before he needed this one.”

Finn, the best man of us all, was flourishing. Not only was he co-leading the Resistance, but he was nearing the end of his Jedi training. I had retired from active military service for the purpose of working more with the Force, but he balanced it all perfectly. I was both impressed and slightly envious.

There was also the small case of Finn and Rey and their…whatever it was.

“Give it to me and I’ll have Poe bring it in to him tomorrow,” I shrugged, my expressionless face curling a smirk, “Or you could go and give it to him yourself.”

Rey gave a healthy dose of side eye, “Don’t.”

“What?” I faked innocence.

“That.”

“What ‘that?’”

“That.”

“I just suggested that you go and give our friend the book you’re lending him for his training,” I threw my hands up in surrender, “Though if you were to stay, the sunset’s supposed to be beautiful toni- ow!”

A firm whack of her satchel silenced me. For all of my trying, I’d never get her to own the way her eyes lit up when she was with Finn.

“I’ll bring it right down,” she called, running ahead into the main building.

I took it as an opportunity to appreciate what we’d built. The temple and its grounds were modest, mixing different architectural stlyes to create something uniquely us. The main building was styled after the old temple on Coruscant in the days of the New Republic, when my grandfather would have been a master. But the huts and the stone ground outside were less modern. Rey and I had taken inspiration from Ach-To, the place where both of our Force journeys had taken shape. The whole place felt like home and I was happy our Padawans shared in that feeling.

Judging by the sun’s position, it was time for me to head out for the evening. I started down the stone path that led to the open field, already excited for what awaited me. The closer I got, the more sounds became prominent. High pitched giggles, quick beeps, grass rustling underneath two pairs of feet…each one set my heart alight.

Finally, I got close enough to see the scene. Through the high plains, my two children chased BB-8, with R2 watching from close by.

My babies, their heads covered in dark mops of curls like their father, bounced and toddled through the grass. They shrieked in happiness as BB-8 reversed course and began chasing them. R2 watched them like a nervous mother, ready to intervene at any moment if one of them needed anything. This was exactly how I wanted them growing up; free and full of joy.

“Room for one more?” I called, walking through the field to come join them.

“Mama!” They screamed, runnning at top speed to me. When they reached me, I knelt down and let them topple me over.

“I missed you,” Lyra, my daughter, exclaimed.

“I missed you too,” Jax followed up, never one to be outdone by his sister.

Kisses were pressed to their heads, “I missed you both so much. Ready to go home?”

A resounding chorus of ‘yes’ came.

“R2 and BB come too?” Lyra asked.

“R2’s going to stay here with Aunt Rey,” I explained, R2 hopped between living at our home and the temple, “But Daddy needs BB, so we’ll bring him with.”

They cheered, while I chuckled quietly to myself, “Daddy would fall into a bottomless pit of sadness.”

Rey caught up to us, holding out the Jedi text. “Off you go, without another word,” she ordered me, sweetly changing her tone to address her niece and nephew, “Here’s a game to play on the way home; if Mommy says anything about me or Uncle Finn, scream really loud until she stops.”

Jax and Lyra excitedly bounced up and down before taking off with Bee.

I shot Rey a sarcastic smile, “You’re a gem.”

“And you’re annoying,” she replied with the same smile.

“See you tomorrow,” I called, strolling behind the twins.

“See you then.”

Jax and Lyra chased Bee the whole way back to the Falcon. While my starfighter was precious, it hadn’t been very practical once I started bringing the twins along with me. The Falcon, when not in use by the Resistance, was what I used to fly us the short ten minutes from the temple to our home.

“Can I fly the ship, Mama?” Jax asked as we boarded.

A spitting image of his father, he was the one Dameron whose appetite for adrenaline I had a shot at curbing.

“Not till you’re older, bud,” I said as we made our way to the cockpit.

My body relaxed as soon as I entered the Falcon. Up until Naboo, it was the place I’d lived longest in my life. The twins were growing up in the co-pilot seat, watching both their parents fly the beast.

“Where are our seatbelts?” I began our checklist, a silly little routine I’d come up with to make flying more fun.

“Around our waist,” they answered in unison. We’d also installed seatbelts.

I adjusted a few switches, “Where are our hands?”

“At our sides.”

“Where are our heads?”

“In the sky!”

Smiling proudly, I powered up the ship.“Then let’s gooooo!”

With a round of cheers and hand claps, we lifted off the ground and headed home.

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Upon getting back to our modest homestead, I changed out of my Jedi robes and into my mom clothes. The only piece of the ensemble that always remained with me was my lightsaber, clipped to my belt.

I watched the twins play in the backyard through the floor to ceiling glass windows in the dining room. Poe and I had taken our time taking the house from a bare bones to something beautiful. We finished about half way through my pregnancy, when we got a curveball thrown at us.

Jax.

During the first scan, the doctor was confidant that there was one child and one child only. It was at the seecond one, with Poe anxiously gripping my hand and studying the screen, that the doctor made an announcment. There was a second heartbeat.

There was a moment of panic, we’d have been crazy not to. Two babies. Two cribs. Two sets of screaming 2AM wake up calls. Two bottles. Two of everything. But by the time we got back home, we were overjoyed.

“It’s a good thing, right?” Poe had smiled, “Two little yous.”

“Or two little yous,” I grinned, imagining what our babies may look like.

Poe took my hands, rubbing his thumbs across the skin, “We waited so long for this. I’m not gonna complain that we’re getting more of it than expected.”

It was true. We had waited to start our future until we were in the best possible place. I couldn’t have found true problems with it if I tried…

I shook my head with a smile, “You don’t do anything by half, Dameron.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” he winked, pulling me into this chest.

My husband had, indeed, won the genetic lottery. The kids, from their hair to their personalitties, were just like their father. It only mattered to me that they were hapy and healthy, but there was a small part of me that hoped they might take on some of my traits as they got older.

I gave birth on the rare rainy Naboo day, the queen having loaned me the royal birthing suite at the hospital. We already had their first names picked out, but made a judgement call as we held them in our arms that night. Poe was squeezed beside me in bed, an arm around my back.

“We gonna do middle names?” Poe asked softly, Lyra dozing against his chest.

“I hadn’t even thought of it,” I never looked up from Jax, admiring the creases in the corners of his eyes, “I mean, I don’t have one. Neither do you.”

Poe inched one shoulder up into a shrug, not wanting to disturb his daughter, “Could be nice to start a tradition.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

He thought for a moment, “What about for Jaxon…Kes and Han?”

“Jaxon Kes Han Solo-Dameron?” I tested the name, “That’s a mouthful.”

“And Lyra Leia Shara Solo-Dameron?”

I tried to laugh quietly, “Poe, that’s five names. And listen to all the ‘a’s.’ She’ll never forgive us.”

“She’s got you as a mom, she’s got Rey as an aunt…I want her to have a piece of our moms to carry with her through life,” Poe whispered, “A’s be darned.”

Smiling and shaking my head, I looked from my husband to my kids. I already knew they was force sensitive, they were already carrying three legacies for three different lineages, the Damerons, the Solos and the Kenobis…

Then I thought about how much I’d have loved to be named after Sola. Perhaps I was named after some relative long passed. Lyra and Jax would never know all their grandparents, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be connected to them.

“Lyra Leia Shara Solo-Dameron,” I looked back down to Jax, “Jaxon Kes Han Solo-Dameron. Don’t hate us for how we love you.”

Poe snorted, prompting me to join him in a hushed fit of laughter.

Now my overly named children were on their feet every hour of the day, demanding Bee be at their constant beck and call, already asking to fly ships and wield lightsabers. They were everything Poe and I had expected them to be. They were truly Solos and Damerons.

The security system to the house beeped, announcing an incoming ship. I picked up my tablet, though there was no need to. I knew exactly who it was. I just liked seeing the familiar X-Wing fly in every night.

A moment later, the front door opened, and my body was once again put at perfect ease.

“I’m home.”

Nearly seven years together and a decade of knowing one another, and the sound of Poe’s voice still set me on a lovely edge. I looked forward to him coming home each night just as much as I did when we were young commanders, expecting him back from a mission.

And the sight of him…forget about it.

He strolled in, handsome as ever, in his general’s uniform. He’d shaved the beard a while back, when the twins were babies and it became a pain-inflicting form of entertainment to tug on it. The stubble retook its place. There were some grays still coming in on his head, though Poe would never admit it. He wore it all so well, it was almost annoying how perfect he could look without trying.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “Hi,” he whispered huskily.

“Hi,” I smiled against the lips that were already coming in hot.

The kiss was sweet and eager, like the ten hours we were apart were just enough to bring him to the line between gentle longing and agony. I took all of it, bracing myself by gripping his collar and melting into his body.

Once we pulled apart, a loopy grin appeared on his face. “How was your day?”

“Good,” I smiled like a lovestruck teenager, “You?”

“Long,” he answered, rubbing his hand up and down my back, “Had a meeting with a couple of the Mon Calamari royalty.”

“Ah, that explains the uniform,” I smoothed out the collar.

Poe tugged at the neck, “It’s suffocating.”

I looked from his lips and back up to his eyes, “It’s hot.”

The signature Poe Dameron smirk made its way across his lips, “Then it’s worth suffering for.”

Without another word, the air changed from electric to soothing. One peck to my lips, a squeeze of my waist and he walked off to the kitchen.

“Did the funding come through?” I asked as I followed him through the house.

“Yeah,” Poe reached into a cabinet and grabbed a glass, “It’s not like we’re launching a full-scale attack or anything. We just need to cover some ship repairs, maybe nab a few from a yard somewhere.”

“If you need me to come throw some weight around, I can,” I came and leaned agaisnt the counter, “My grandfather had good relations with the Mon Calamari, so did Mom.”

Poe drank, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow, before setting the glass down. “I think we got it in the bag, but thank you for reminding me that my wife could do my job in her sleep.”

“Not true,” I shook my head, “You and Finn are doing a great job. Three would just crowd the place up at this point.”

Poe gave a half smile as he leaned over the sink, his mind visibly drifting elsewhere. I could sense his unease.

“What is it?” I asked, getting silence in return. That was serious. “I can already feel there’s something you’re not telling me, so there’s no point in hiding.”

Poe scrunched his face up, “But I’m getting better at it?”

I spared a fake laugh and scooted closer, our shoulders brushing. “Come on...”

“There’s been a few…” he sighed, “I don’t even know what to call them. Attacks, I guess, working their way through the systems.”

It wasn’t totally shocking, I’d seen on the Holonet that in the Outer Rim, a few Imperial and First Order disciples had attacked local businesses. Theft, arson, while awful, were still classified as minor compared to what crimes had been committed during the war.

“I read about the Rattatak one earlier today. And Felucia.”

“That’s the thing,” Poe sighed, “They seem to be working their way through the systems, starting with the Outer Rim and working their way in. They just attacked Kashyyyk today. Chewie’s there now checking things out and offering help.”

“Wait, so why is this being kept quiet?” I asked, “I didn’t read anything about Kashyyyk.”

Poe rubbed his hands over his face, “Because technically it’s not something to worry about yet. It’s not an uprising, it’s a bunch of kids thinking they know how to run a galaxy. In an ideal world, it just wouldn’t be happening. I don’t have jurisdiction anywhere where they’re happening, the Resistance barely has any pull on those planets. They’re tying my hands.”

It was then I realized I couldn’t remember a time where I didn’t think like a military strategist. Maybe when I was young, but as soon as Mom had started taking me to senate hearings, I was long gone.

“Are we sending relief?” I continued.

“Of course,” Poe answered, “I sent Chewie with orders to give them whatever they need.”

I shrugged, “Then I guess that’s all we do at this point. We did clean up for so long, there’s always a group who thinks they can do it better than the last guys. Nothing ever comes from it.”

“Yeah,” Poe quietly said, “I know.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned into his back, he held onto my wrists.

“It’s a waste of time thinking about it, but,” Poe paused turning his head towards me, “I wish there’d never been a war.”

It was a thought I’d had nearly every day since the fight had begun. Had there been no war, I’d have never lost precious years with my brother, I’d have never lost my parents, my uncle, hood friends…I’d have become a completely different person.

Jax’s scream of his sister’s name, followed by a round of laughter broke me out of my head.

Had there been no war, Poe and I would have never crossed paths. I’d have never been stranded on Jakku and met Rey and Finn. I’d have never been led to Ach-To and learned my heritage. I’d have never married Poe. I’d have never given birth to Jax and Lyra.

“I do too,” I replied, getting to my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his ear, “But something beautiful was born from it.”

I kissed his temple softly and Poe stroked his hand across my arm. We watched through the windows as our kids played in the grass. Soon, they’d realize that it was long past the time their father came home and run inside to greet him. Dinner would be had, leftovers tonight, and the table would be filled with laughter. Poe and I would tuck them in, give plenty of hugs and kisses, before retiring to our own room. We’d fall asleep in each other’s arms as we always had, and life would continue on just how it had for the past three years…

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*BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP*

*BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP*

The emergency communication signal through our bedroom. I woke first, looking to Poe’s nightstand but realizing the noise was coming from both of ours. That never happened.

“Poe,” I slurred, shaking my husband’s arm, “Poe, wake up.”

“What,” he exclaimed, clearing his throat after.

“Comms,” I rolled over and picked up my device, “This is Y/n.”

“Y/n,” Rose Tico called, “The base is under attack. We need you and Poe here now.”

My heart came to a grinding halt, “What?”

“We’re being invaded, we need help.”

Without another thought, I jumped out of bed, “We’re on our way.”

Poe was just finishing his conversation as well, throwing the covers off and grabbing his pants from the floor.

“What the hell?” He mumbled as he threw his clothes on.

I frantically ran to throw a tunic on over my camisole. I threw my hand out and used the Force to retrieve my lightsaber. Though my mind was inflamed with worry, my thinking were still clear.

“3PO!” I yelled, rushing out the bedroom and into the hall, “3PO!”

“Yes, Mistress Y/n,” the protocol droid came waddling in, “How may I-“

“Protect the kids,” I ordered, “The base is under attack.

“Oh, my goodness-“

Any other comments went unheard, I was already out the front door with Poe skidding behind.

“Take the fighters,” he called.

We sprinted around the edge of our house to where the ships were parked. Poe’s X-Wing and my starfighter sat next to one another, waiting for their next call to action.

I unlatched the cockpit and hopped in, not even bothering to fasten my seatbelt but making a point of putting on my headset to communicate with Poe.

“All set?” He rang in my ear.

“Ready,” I reported, the hum of the ship’s innards coming to life. I don’t think I’d ever gotten it in the air quicker.

The ten minute flight seemed to take hours. The closer we got, the clearer the smoke trails were. The base was ablaze.

“You seeing this?” I asked, it was an obvious question but I was dumbstruck.

“I see it,” Poe answered.

We finally neared base, miniature sized bodies scattering in and out of the building. Poe and I landed in the outer part of the hanger, the one area that didn’t seem to be under attack yet.

As soon as I leapt out of my cockpit, smoke hit my nostrils. Blasterfire and screams rang through the air. It took me straight back to the war.

“Let’s go,” Poe yelled, pulling me back to the present.

Extending my lightsaber, the two of us ran towards the back entrance through the hanger. The hallways were pure chaos. Resistance personnel ran hunched over, dodging blaster fire from the invaders. As one woman ran past us, her attacker came chasing after her a second later. Poe, wielding a blaster, landed a shot to his chest.

“Get to the med bay,” I ordered the woman, turning to Poe, “We have to find Finn.”

We took off down the next hall, the various ones around it bringing a stream of cries for help. They’d attacked the halls of the non-combat personnel first, it seemed. It made sense, wipe out all the easy targets first.

Poe and I began to return their attack one by one, my lightsaber slashing through blasters and sticking itself in the chests of the opposing team. Poe and I went back to back at one of the hubs, wiping our separate halls out. It didn’t matter how long it had been since we’d fought together, we were a perfectly oiled machine.

Eventually, we got to the main hall where the offices were. In the distance, I spotted a dark figure landing punches and taking shots.

“Finn!” I called out.

His head perked up, “Y/n!”

Poe and I sprinted down the hall, taking out a few of the invaders on our way.

“What the hell happened?” I asked while dodging a blast.

“They came out of nowhere,” Finn replied, twisting a man’s arm and pulling, causing a sick crack, “Security didn’t even catch them.”

Poe pushed me down to the ground, saving me from a near fatal shot, and fired back. While on my knees, I used the Force to pull a few men to the ground, landing roundhosue kicks once I was back on my feet. I swung my lightsaber around to stab though the shoulder of one who was aiming at Poe.

“Coming at you!” Finn yelled in my direction.

I whipped around and he Force launched his attacker toward me. Spinning, I slashed my lightsaber through his abdomen and shoved him to the ground.

Once we’d eliminated everyone in our hall, we took off toward the center of the base. Inside the war room, there were several Resistance member clutching their wounds and trying to help one another.

“We gotta get out front,” Poe said, “See where they’re coming from.”

We made a beeline for the main entrance where the majority of the blasterfire was coming from. Our soldiers were holding a defensive line to try and keep anyone else from getting in. Poe took up position with them while Finn and I slipped out the side. I dodged blaster fire with my lightsaber and used the Force to knock over one half of the offensive. It gave our team the opportunity to ground most of them. Once the rest of our attackers realized that they had greatly underestimated our numbers, they began to retreat back to their ships.

There was a moment of shocked silence after they left. The noise inside had died down, it seemed like a collective call had been made to leave. In the distance, I could see the Naboo fire and rescue team flying in, ready to take down the flames.

Poe got up from his spot and came to me and Finn, throwing his arms around me. The power of fear that came with fighting was something I’d forgotten.

“Let’s get inside,” he led, “Assess the damage.”

The three of us grabbed three gas masks to help with smoke inhalation and walked the halls. We helped the injured get to the med bay and checked to make sure the bodies strewn weren’t wearing Resistance colors. Sadly, we’d lost at least a dozen.

“You notice anything about these guys?” I asked, looking at one with a lightsaber hole through his chest.

“What do you mean?” Finn asked.

I looked down the rest of the hall, all the intruders wore matching grey uniforms. Similar to what Imperials used to wear during Palpatine’s reign.

“They’re all uniformed,” I answered, nudging the man’s boot with mine.

Poe and Finn looked around them, confirming what I’d said.

“This wasn’t random like Felucia or Kashyyyk,” I continued, “This was coordinated.”

“Guys,” Rose called breathlessly from the end of the hall, “You gotta come see this.”

The three of us followed her to the growing crowd of personnel all staring at something. Getting closer, I could see they were surrounding a body. I couldn’t have imagined what I’d see when the people parted for us.

A woman in a lieutenant’s uniform with her chest slashed open, blood pooling in her lap. A crimson stained paper was tagged to her shoulder. I had to kneel down, the mask barely shielding me from the smell, to read what it said.

‘DEATH TO THE RESISTANCE. LONG LIVE THE NEW EMPIRE.’

I unpinned the note from the dead woman’s jacket, the only dignity I could give her. My eyes didn’t leave her lifeless face as I handed the paper up to Poe and Finn. Their stunned silence matched mine.

The communicator in the pocket of my sweatpants went off, I blindly pulled it out and switched it on.

“Yeah?” I said, the syllable barely leaving my lips.

“Y/n,” Rey called over, “What’s going on? I can see the smoke from here.”

I took the first breath I could actually feel since waking up. “There was an attack,” I stated, my eyes still staring at the woman’s soulless eyes, “We’re okay.”

“What happened? Who was it?”

I pivoted to look up at Poe and Finn, who were just as confused as I was. Yet even with so little information, it all made perfect sense. None of the attacks had been random. They were part of something much bigger. Something that was heading straight towards us.

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Do you have any good recs for obikin fics? (No aus?)

Hi anon! So sorry for the delay 😩 I generally try to be more responsive but have been on vacation with the family and it's been tricky to find tumblr time!

Let me start by saying I may not be the best person to ask for fic recs at the moment, especially if you’re looking for recent work, because I've been devoting more of my free time these last two years to my art and writing than to reading. Also, a large portion of what I have read lately is obikin outside the galaxy far far away, which is not what you’re asking for. Most of my favorites include some element of smut (and accordingly rated M or E), but I tend to gravitate toward the ones that have a lot of feelings to go with it. To keep this manageable, I’m also only including completed works, although I’m invested in many fantastic WIPs.

Anyway, all that said, here are a handful that hopefully meet your criteria and have left lasting impressions on me:

With a Warm and Tender Hand by @temple-mistress (~38K words) 

After a harrowing encounter with the enemy, Obi-Wan and Anakin manage to save themselves, but they're left on edge, with raw nerves and shaking hands. While they attempt to treat their physical injuries, the tension between them escalates, until they're forced to deal with the intense feelings they have for each other. 

OK this has been around for many many years - I remember reading it on something that was decidedly NOT Ao3, and I’m pretty sure it was my first Obikin fic. It was certainly my most formative, anyway, and it still holds up. I’ve reread it more times than I can count. Sweet, emotional, beautiful dialogue and characterization, lovely description, slow, tender intimacy. The author checked all my boxes with this one!! 

Cross-Wired by @himboskywalker (~4K)

In the midst of battle Anakin's prosthesis takes damage and with no backup arm, it's a problem that needs immediate fixing. But crushed durasteel and fritzed wires equals all sorts of curious nerve responses while his master tries to disconnect the neural receptors.

Everything I’ve read by Tag (which unfortunately is not everything she’s written) is top tier, but this lovely little one-shot in particular just stuck with me. The details in her language paint such a vivid picture, and the sexual tension is flawless. I’m also a big fan of her work Invictus, in which the boys go through a bunch of tropes because the Force just wants them to get together, lol. So so good.

i witness heaven in unholy time by @boonki (~9K)

...love comes in different forms, and Anakin and Obi-wan were intimate with them all. And in a way, they had always known, always bled into each other until their organs ran in union, lungs and brains working as one. They were the ultimate team, intimate in a way that few people would ever experience. Having grown into men together, survived war together, cried together, laughed together—love was unavoidable, really.  But this is not a love story—because it can’t be.

Ok this one is heartbreaking, but in the best way. Unforgettably beautiful. Physical and emotional intimacy written like a poem, balanced with a touch of comic relief. I’ve only read it a couple times because frankly it’s so pretty it hurts, but I can’t leave it off this list because it left such a mark on me.

My Moon After the Tide by LemonTwister (~39K)

After being inflicted with a paralytic toxin, Anakin is unable to care for himself until he recovers. Obi-Wan promises to provide his Padawan with everything he needs.

It’s been quite a while since I read this but this is another one that has stuck with me for years. Again both sweet and hot. It’s a weakness of mine what can I say 🤷‍♀️

Homestead by @jswander and @whohatessand (~46K)

After their failed altercation on Mustafar, Obi-Wan Kenobi secretly stows away with his former Padawan now turned Sith Lord and traitor to the Republic. Or, Obi-Wan deals with a troubled newly widowed Anakin, two twins, and desperately needs a hug.

This was just... god. It was such a great comfort fic for me. The authors here took such great care to weave a story that gives our boys the time they really need to heal after Anakin’s transgressions prior to Mustafar, and I really appreciate the inclusion of the twins as Obi-Wan and Anakin learn how to be together. It is part of a series (the remainder of which I have yet to read but is on my very, very long to-read list).

Swear On It by @dirkygoodness (~7K)

Anakin lets his feet take him a good ways from camp before he actually stops, breathing fast from the memory of his dream. He squeezes his eyes shut tight against it and holds his breath for a moment, trying to get himself under control. Tonight it doesn’t seem to be working, though, because the images of people he knows and loves hurt and bloody and dead just won’t get out of his mind.

A perfect little one-shot where Anakin’s been having bad dreams and Obi-Wan knows it and tries to get him to talk about it. I love the way this author writes Anakin - their dialogue is wonderful the smut is incredible and Anakin’s feelings do All The Things to my heart.

O Trespass Sweetly Urged by @artemisthehuntress​ (~9K)

Anakin and Obi-Wan witness a sex ritual while on a mission. Obi-Wan doesn't understand why Anakin is so scandalized by this, until Anakin admits that he's never had sex.

Obi-Wan...might need a minute to process that. 

Another one shot that has stayed with me long after the first read. Arty is so funny and I love the humor she injects into the dialogue between these two idiots as they fumble their way through their feelings. Sweet and tender, my jam 💜

Good Form by @ranianke (~15K)

Obi-Wan needs help shooting a training video. What could go wrong?

This one has more dom/sub undertones than my other recs, and Obi-Wan is *almost* cruel in the way he teases Anakin, but I had to include this because it is SO well written, the tension is absolutely sublime, and the smut is... so very very hot [blush].

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I’m so sorry that’s all I have in me for now, but please know there are SO MANY GOOD OBIKIN FICS and I cannot fit all my love for everyone and their stories into one post. I will say that @gffa periodically pulls together phenomenal fic recs, though, so I would highly recommend visiting those lists for more recent stuff! Lumi is such a treasure to this fandom!

Thanks for the ask, I hope this helps 🧡 And if you have anything more specific in mind feel free to let me know - If I can’t help I can try to track down someone who can :)

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Snow

AN: Well it started storming here again and made me think Rain again and since the original thought had more to it I thought I might expand on the the world for those who are interested. I did make some decisions about the battle droids and Obi's home planet, Stewjon, that Im sure isn't canon but I don't really care, its my fic and I'll do with it as I want lol. Anyway if you like this let me know, and if you'd like me to do the rest of the story that I thought up let me know! Thanks for reading <3

Summary: Reader can't help but remember the first time they encountered snow.

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<<Rain

Night finally fell, and with it so did the sound of the blaster fire that had been ongoing all day. You'd always found yourself thankful that the Separatists were too stingy to give their battle droids infrared or night vision allowing you and your men to have reprieve if only for a few hours from the exhausting battles. On nights like this you thanked the force for it even more, the fighting had been near nonstop for the last few days and the marshy planet you were on was frozen near solid as it had entered its winter months, making the surface slick and hard to fight on. Your men were ready to drop from lack of good rest and you were tense and tired with headache pounding right between your eyes after what felt like a never ending day of fighting.

Dragging your feet back to your tent, you cursed the council for sending you to a place that was so cold, but immediately felt bad for the thought. The order was stretched thin with the war, more and more battles kept popping up and not enough of you to fight them. You were at war, you weren't meant to be comfortable, but you hated the cold, you always have. And you hated the fighting, not because you weren't good at it, you were a jedi you had to be, but because your heart was never in it. The disruption and chaos that rippled in the force from it felt like constant pin pricks all over your skin as so many things called out for your attention through it and always made you feel suffocated. As a padawan your training had been more focused on the gathering and protecting of information, studying and learning things about the galaxy not running around and fighting to keep the peace like the others. You found more reward in the archives than on distant planets or successful missions. But all of that was in the past, in a time of peace, now it was nothing but a distant dream in the midst of wartime for you.

Thoughts wandering into the nostalgia of past as you trudged along on the frozen muddy earth, you didn't quite register the feeling of a pin prick of iciness against the swell of your right cheek that faded nearly as quickly as it was felt as the cause melted against the heat of your cheek that burned against the cold. Subconsciously though, you felt a shiver at the feeling and pulled your hood closer to your face, just glad that the jedi order provided you with items that regulated your body heat nicely against the biting weather.

You paused in your path however, as that thought repeated in your mind, and your tired brain finally registered the frozen fluff falling around you, the ones meeting your face and melting, and the ones making their homes along the outside of your coat. You'd only experienced the snow a handful of times, and you never truly could figure out if you liked it. You disliked the cold, yes, but with snow- a bit like with the rain- the force quieted. Unlike the rain though with its full pause in quiet serenity akin to taking a deep breath after a long day, the snow seemed to cause the force to buzz just slightly, like the quiet static of a comm in between messages, nothing grating, but a soft background noise that swirled around you and made you take in the burning cold air and watching the plume of frozen breath disperse in the air as if to take your stress along with it. 

You stood still and watched the flurries fall around you, almost languidly, and couldn’t help but smile, their unhurried pace bringing forth a welcoming calm after so many stressful days. In the low light of the camp with the haze brought on by the falling snow you found the memory of the first time you truly experienced snow surfacing.

You had been assigned to a simple mission: transport provisions to an older temple in the Mid Rim that was home to only a handful of Jedi Masters and to collect a crate of ancient texts to be looked over and restored at the temple on Coruscant. At the time you were still younger, only having completed your trials and becoming a jedi knight a few years prior, and this was the first longer mission that you’d been assigned. You weren’t the only one going on the mission however, as the council had heard rumors of pirates having been circling that area of the Mid Rim they saw that it may be more beneficial to send along help just in case there was a conflict. The help had been in the form of your closest friend and also recently knighted jedi- a year after you which you still teased him endlessly about, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and his young padawan, Anakin Skywalker, which you had been immensely happy about as you never really got to see either of the two very much- the council seeming keen on keeping young Skywalker out of the temple often, leading to him and Obi-Wan to rarely even have time for a simple chat. 

The whole trip took the three of you roughly a week to complete, four of the days had been spent traveling to the planet and back to Coruscant after spending three days on the planet to unload the requested provisions, pack away the books and scrolls for the trip back, and to of course refuel. All in all the trip was easy, calm, and in Anakin’s words, “boring as kriff,” of which Obi-Wan chastised him for such foul language for a jedi learner, but you could only laugh at both Anakin’s antics and Obi-Wan’s resulting exasperation. You and Anakin did seem to be on the same page about one thing however, and that had been complaining over how cold the planet had been. The planet itself had been situated farthest from its system’s star, resulting in a freezing atmosphere and barren surface. The only hospitable places being those deep underground near natural hot springs from the depths of the planet’s core. You did find that you liked the planet in its quiet beauty, the nearly untouched blues and whites of frozen mountains were quite picturesque, as well as the surrounding silence through the force of few living creatures on the planet disrupted and created a studious calm, one you wished you could bottle up and take back to Coruscant for the days where the billions of life forms flowing so near each other in the force caused you to be distracted in your work and occasionally cause lasting migraines you still were working to control. But as nice as the silence and the landscape were, one thing overpowered any thoughts of staying, the constant feeling of never being warm enough, the tips of your fingers almost constantly being numb, the ever present need to wear thick clothes and a coat, the freezing cold that chilled you to your bones.

You found yourself jealous over Obi-Wan’s nonchalant state over the temperatures however. He walked around as if the cold didn’t bother him, even though the tips of his ears and nose were constantly a rosy pink color. You cursed him in your head and shot daggers at him anytime he teased you over your shivering state. Anakin however, your little hero, always stuck up for you and seemed to find ways to get back at Obi-Wan for all his teasing even if it meant harsher training sessions the for himself, of which truly wasn’t anything harsh, just longer periods of meditation typically, which little Anakin loathed. 

Most of your days on the mission had been spent watching the back and forth between Obi-Wan and Anakin, recognizing just how like brothers the two of them acted. Your heart warmed at the sight even if something in the back of your mind kept echoing the melancholy of loneliness and the wanting to have someone close to you, wishing to care for and be cared by another however against the jedi ways it was. Even with the creeping loneliness, you continued watching the two, through meals, lessons, and even nights. You couldn’t help it, something about seeing Obi-Wan’s everlasting patience and care for the young boy stirred warmth in your heart. It was his gentleness, how he stooped to Anakin’s level to speak with him, how he praised even the smallest accomplishment in his training, in seeing him comfort Anakin from nightmares in the dead of night when he himself was still half asleep after being awoken. Everything was bringing back the soft affections you had for Obi-Wan as children that you had thought you had long since let go. 

Those feelings came back quickly and so strongly that you had found yourself spending your nights sleeplessly wandering the ancient temple’s library, browsing the yellowing pages and letting the echoes of the past connected to the writing wrap around you in quiet mumbled and incomprehensible words through the force. But most nights as the quiet echoed around you louder than anything back on Coruscant, you couldn’t stop your mind from pushing its way back to thoughts of Obi-Wan. Since his knighting, he’d started to let his hair grow out, the ends curling against the tops of his ears and the back of his neck in soft waves, making your heart sing with want to rake your fingers through it, to hold it softly between your finger while those jewel colored eyes echoed back the affections you harbored for him. Your mind also wandered  to neatly grown out facial hair he was letting curve around his jaw and hide the youngness of his face, to make him appear more mature and worthy of his status as a jedi knight and worthy enough to be training a padawan of his own, something you knew he still struggled with in the absence of the man he looked up to most, his late master, Qui Gon Jinn. 

It was on the third and last night of your stay on the planet that found you wandering away from the scattered library and to the door of the temple, too lost in thought to really notice where your wanderings had led you until you found pause as the force started to light up in a soft static. Glancing out a carved window, for the first time you watched as snow lazily drifted towards the frozen ground, drifting in the slow wind and building up and layering on top of eachother blanketing the ice below. For the first time in several nights you found your thoughts blank, almost meditative in your paused state of just watching, observing the delicate dance of each falling flake. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there frozen like the rest of the planet, frozen in the moment in time, but you were eventually broken from your revelry by a whispered voice to your right. 

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d believe that this is the first time you’ve seen snow.”

Having not noticed his approach, too absorbed in the blank trance circling your mind and buzzing soft static of the force, you startled slightly turning to find amused blue depths watching you. Feeling a bit embarrassed you turned back to the window, replying in a similarly quiet tone that had an edge of wonder, “It is the first time I’ve seen snow.” Pausing you hummed before you continued as you could feel his gaze watching you questioningly, “Well, I guess not technically the first time I have seen snow, there was piles of the stuff on Ilum when I took the trip to retrieve a crystal for my saber, but…this….this I’ve never gotten the chance to witness.”

When you had turned back to glance at Obi-Wan his eyes had softened from amusement to an emotion you could not place as he studied your features for a moment before turning back to the window to watch the snow fall. You watched him watch the falling of the flakes  for a few seconds before turning to watch again yourself, the quiet swirling between you both before Obi-Wan broke it once more.

“There’s not much I remember of my home planet, I am not even really sure that the few things I think I may remember are true…..but one of the things I think I remember is that there was snow. I remember flashes of running around in it, playing games with young friends- maybe even siblings- and a warm joy whenever I glanced out the window and saw the ground littered in white.”

The quiet admission caught you slightly off guard, making you look back to Obi-Wan catching a few seconds of a reminiscing thoughtfulness written on his face. Obi-Wan had never talked about his home world, never shared stories about it when you and the others gathered in circles as younglings and spoke of what little you could remember. For much of your younger days you’d just assumed that he’d been born on Coruscant and home wasn’t as out of reach as everyone else’s, until one night as padawans you’d both snuck from your rooms to the temple gardens and under the starry sky he’d pointed at one and told you that was his home. 

Now though, your heart ached as he shared the memory he had obviously held so guarded for so long, opening himself to you in almost a deeper way than he ever had before. But before you could get too caught up in that thought he turned and smiled at you, saying, “Come on, you need the full first impression.”

Gently he led you out the door, pulling you along until you stood a hundred or so feet from the temple. Holding your hand out once you stopped, you huffed a quiet laugh as snow floated down and landed in your palm, melting on contact. Looking up, you see Obi-Wan’s fond gaze taking you in as you say, “It tickles almost when it lands on your skin and melts so quickly.”

Obi-Wan laughs at your almost childlike wonder and just watches as you continue to let the snowflakes wet your palm and as you lift your face to the sky watching them fall down towards you in twirling paths. You grinned as the snow dampened your face slowly, leaching heat from your chilling figure, taking joy in the fact that you could stand longer in this weather than rain without getting drenched.

When you finally turned back to Obi-Wan you found that he hadn’t moved his gaze from you, watching you with the same fond smile as if he didn’t want to miss a second of witnessing you experience something so simple for the first time and finding happiness in your own joy. From his own still watching, you could see unmelted fluffs of white decorating his honeyed hair and a few dotting his beard. He seemed to almost glow in the surrounding white and with the frozen drops decorating his appearance you think that you could easily mistaken him for deity, one who’s home was amongst the snow and ice as they fell and claimed him as theirs now. But what truly caught your attention however, was the few pieces of snow latched to his lashes, framing his bright, warm blue gaze in a contrasting ice. 

You found yourself being drawn closer to him, and the closer you got the more you felt a tell-tale brush of warmth within the force that you only ever have felt when you were around Obi-Wan. The warmth was always paired with the soft emotion filled look in his gaze, the one you could never place, or never let yourself place in fear of what you might find it to be, but now as you inched closer you couldn’t let yourself be afraid of it as your heart thudded in your chest, as you felt your own warmth reaching out in the force meeting his and swirling together until each were indiscernible from the other in a way you felt it never would be again. As your the toes of your boots bumped into his own, your eyes danced between his own, letting your walls down, allowing your emotions to fill you as you finally let yourself see the mystery emotion affection finally as it swirled Obi-Wan’s gaze as he met your own eyes, refusing to look away for a second as, to wrapped in the bubble of warmth dancing around the two of you, separating you both from the world outside.

Softly and ever so slowly he raised a hand and rested it on your cheek, his palm warming the iciness as he whispered, his face inching closer as your own followed suit, “You’re freezing, darling, you need to get inside.” A shaky breath left your lips as they brushed his own at the closeness as you replied, “Just a few more minutes ....please.”

It was as you remembering how your eyes fluttered shut and how Obi-Wan’s calloused hand smoothed against your cheek that you were pulled from your memory, the present flooding back into your awareness all at once as you felt a hand on your shoulder and a worried voice ask in a tone that seemed as if the question had been asked repeatedly already, “General, are you alright?”

Lowering your head from where it had been angled towards the sky, you forced a small smile to your face as you met your clone commander’s helmeted gaze. “I am fine, Pollux, just…just tired.”

“General you're shaking from the cold, how long have you been out here,” he asked as he started leading you towards your tent.

With a sigh and a shake of your head, as you trailed beside him, “Would you believe me if I said only for a few moments?”

“Not for a second, sir.” You let out a small laugh, interrupted by a larger shiver, before saying, “Join me for a cup of tea, Pollux? I have the feeling we both could use the warmth….and I would rather like the company.”

As the two of you reached your tent, Pollux pulled off his helmet and nodded, fatigue echoing on his face, “That sounds lovely, though you must promise to rest afterwards.”

Smiling, you laugh softly again replying teasingly, your smile coming easier now, “Always worried about me and my health, Commander.”

As he entered the tent he shot back a quick, “Someone has to be, sir.”

Before you entered though, you glanced skyward once more, letting another snowflake leave an icy kiss on your cheek as the lingering warmth from the memory finally leaves you and you enter your tent.

#obi wan x reader #this one isnt necessarily angsty more so just melancholic/reminiscing of old fond memories #idk ik o said on the last one i was gonna leave it but i keep thinking/rereading rain so i had to continue or id go insane lol #id say im leaving it alone at this one but i probably wont #plus it feels as if i need a true ending for the story now #(which i do already have a plan for ig i just need to share/write it) #anyway i hope you liked this one too #also this is brought to you by me listening to the night we met on repeat #thanks for reading #also commander pollux is my clone oc and he shows up in alot of my thoughts #i love him hes one of the best :)

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haunted.

Summary: Anakin's condition continues to worsen, and he becomes increasingly concerned about the safety of his family. Padmé reassures him and tries to understand what triggers his episodes, but they must evacuate when the Empire locates Anakin. The Skywalkers and Obi-Wan have to evacuate to Tatooine, staying with Owen and Beru until it’s safe to return to Naboo. AKA: "GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH!!!!" "It don't bite." "YES IT DO!!!!!!!" Series: The Flowers Never Bloom Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Beru Whitesun, Owen Lars, Wilhuff Tarkin, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, minor character death, blood, gore, cannibalism if u think about it fr... but zomboi is hunger Ships: Anidala Word Count: 6.3k words A/N: I asked a friend (@thegreatdaisydactyl) what she wanted to read for zomboi, and she said him suffering through feeding so whoopsies… slight plot spoilers for later on? A bit? Anyways, more crumbs of Zomboi. When I'm not posting actual chapters, I'm usually writing something still. Hope you enjoy! Read here on ao3

Years had passed since he was left behind - since the virus took him, and since Anakin died with Vader rising in his place. The gnarled body of Vader had twisted into a foul symbol of the Empire, his visage across holos as propaganda as his gaze bore into those who looked. His face was always half-hidden, a mask hiding the tear in his cheek and helping his weakened lungs during long battles. It also hid his identity from the public as they refused to look at the fiery eyes of the Sith. 

Until Padmé had found him. 

Then everything had changed.

His return was an uneasy acceptance of the remaining Jedi, seeing the now twisted body of the Hero with No Fear. How far he had fallen within ten years made their hearts ache, but they still were wary of him. If paths crossed, they kept their distance from the former knight. Even now, they struggled to accept his return.

Things were fine.

He seemed docile, even if Anakin still struggled to peek through the mask of Vader. 

Things... were fine.

Until Obi-Wan had tried to speak with him about Geonosis.

"Anakin, I want to know what happened to you." Obi-Wan softly pleaded as he moved closer to his former padawan within the palace’s library.

Golden eyes lifted immediately as he squared his broad shoulders beneath black robes. "There is nothing to speak about. I was changed on Geonosis. I do not remember what happened before."

"Then how are you able to remember that Padmé is your wife? How else would you remember the Temple and Order? You must remember your legion on the obsidian plains of Sullust before our Geonosis mission." 

Flashes of heat and sand resurfaced in his memory as he remembered leading the 501st through the lava rivers that threatened them as they tried to push the Diseased back. However, after that, he still could not resurface more memories. Even his memories with Palpatine were murky, but he at least recognized him enough as a trusted friend to stay with him.

Then Palpatine informed him that the Jedi had abandoned him, and not long after, he was told that Padmé had died. If she had died, the baby died, and he had nothing to hold onto, not after Mustafar. Then, the details of the last ten years became murky.  Obscured. His eyes returned to his former Master, boring into him over the half mask that steadied his breath while he hid his features. 

"I do not remember. Cease your probing," Anakin ordered as Obi-Wan watched him leave the library. 

He did not hesitate this time to follow," Anakin, wait. I want to know why you fell to the Dark Side." 

The fire returned to his chest as he turned abruptly to face Obi-Wan, seeming to bristle. "I wanted to save Padmé."

"Save her from what, Anakin?" 

"I could not lose her." He didn’t answer him, mind starting to remember the night’s events. He had made a deal with the Devil to protect his wife, but the price was his humanity. However, the confession only made Obi-Wan’s eyes soften, even if he still didn’t fully understand the lack of detail. Still, he loved him through it all. "You should have told me what was happening. I could have helped, Anakin."

As the Jedi spoke, the fire within his chest burned brighter, and he curled his lip back to bare his teeth. "Liar," he hissed out, eyes burning as bright as the lava that scarred him.

The Force around him bristled in his anger, but even regions away, Sidious’s head turned out of curiosity. There you are, my young apprentice. 

Obi-Wan took a step back as he watched Anakin closely, wary of his anger as he studied him. "Anakin, release your anger. It blinds you." 

A whisper through the Force came, murmuring on the edge of the former Jedi’s mind. 

Execute Order 66.

His pupils contracted then as an inhuman growl erupted from his chest. Obi-Wan’s heart sank as he slowly began to back away from his former padawan as his hand moved to detach the mask. 

No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Obi-Wan jumped out of the way when he was lunged at, eyes widening as he nearly lost his balance. "Anakin, stop!" 

The mask clattered to the ground as teeth barely missed his arm. The Jedi ignited his saber as he looked at Anakin and watched as yellow eyes with black sclera lifted to him.  What the blazes had been done to the little boy he had raised?  What cruel trick had twisted him into this undead killing machine? No doubt it was Palpatine, but Obi-Wan had more dire problems as he moved back when he was swiped at by Anakin. He didn’t want to cage his former padawan, but options were severely limited due to the intense alterations to his genetic code.

Moving back from another attempt from Vader, he lured him away from the library. Trying to get him out of the palace, Obi-Wan’s heart sank when he saw guards immediately making their way over. “No, do not come—” Vader’s attention went from Obi-Wan to the guards before he suddenly jumped onto one with an inhuman snarl as he tore the helmet off of one while the other started to try to help. Snapping the neck of the first guard, he dragged the other one down with fangs sinking into their throat when the helmet was torn off. A scream erupted but cut off from her as he tore her throat open, eyes brightening at the familiar taste of flesh.

Obi-Wan watched in horror as he was preoccupied with the need to feed, returning to call Padmé to let her know what was happening. 

Worry blossomed within her chest at hearing Obi-Wan reporting to her, brows furrowing. He was doing so well; why the sudden change? Dismissing herself from the meeting, she alerted everyone to evacuate the palace, heels sharp on the granite flooring as she moved to find Obi-Wan. 

Hands tore apart the sternum to expose the organs of a guard as he started to devour what he could, trying to satiate the hunger deep within his belly. Even in the haze, the little glimmer of his consciousness screamed at himself to stop, but the hunger kept him feeding even when he heard his wife shout his name. 

Obi-Wan moved to pull her back, voice quiet," Are you this foolish, Padmé?" 

"Feeding or not, he is still my husband. I made a vow to him that I intend to keep," she pulled from him to look back at Anakin only to see his eyes focused on the both of them. His gaze focused on the hand near Padmé as Obi-Wan stilled when he looked at Anakin again. 

Padmé’s voice became quieter to Obi-Wan, taking another step away from the Jedi Master. "… That caught his interest." 

“Indeed it did, but I fear I might be next on the meal plan.” 

"No … Just … Stay here." She stepped closer to him as he watched, blood dripping from his lips as low chitters escaped his throat. Recognizing the curiosity in the sounds, she moved closer, voice soft," Ani, what’s going on? What happened?" Ignoring the carnage that dyed her heels red, she stood beside her husband as soon as her heart hammered against her ribcage. Her hand trembled as she softly brushed her soft fingertips against his shoulder," do you understand me?" Her voice was a soft plead, hoping that somehow the Force kept him in there even if he was feeling starved or threatened. She refused to accept the possibility that one day he could lose consciousness to the virus.  

The shift was tangible in the Force as the tension and anger around him seemed to dissipate, softening back to his love for her as his eyes moved to watch her hand. Staying still, his gaze shifted back to her as she smiled weakly. Maker, her eyes reflected the heartbreak she felt at seeing how much the virus impacted his demeanor. Could he genuinely become violent and feral without warning? As she was pulled from her worry, she realized he was moving to stand up as he registered sensing her stress and panic. Her hand moved back to let him straighten up, his head tilting to the side curiously when she looked surprised at his sudden gentility despite the blood still coating his lips.

The little claws of Anakin moved through the haze of hunger, a bloodied hand moving up to gently hold her cheek as he looked her over. She realized he was looking for injuries, voice soft," I’m safe, Ani. I’m okay." The hunger still gnawed in his belly, and guards slowly blocked off the hallway to contain him to the area as he stepped back from her. His eyes moved to the guards, low growls erupting from him as Padmé reached to touch his arm to keep him back with her.

"Eyes on me, Ani. Look at me."

Breaking his gaze from the guards, his body was tensed again, ready to attack. He looked down at her curiously as she softly smiled at her husband. "Are you still hungry?"

He gave a slow nod, and she motioned to the guards to stop while looking to Panaka as she kept her voice even," Can you move the bodies to the lower level?" Sending her husband into the cells of the palace had been the last thing on her mind, but she couldn’t have him attacking others while keeping their children safe and away from the gore. 

Panaka nodded as he motioned for her to get Anakin away from the bodies, and Padmé moved back as she gently moved Anakin to follow. He was aware some plan was happening, glancing around as he moved to her side before a low growl erupted as a corpse was wrapped in a bag for transport. Panaka hesitated then, eyes moving up to Anakin before Padmé moved to softly touch his uninjured cheek, voice sweet. "Ani, we’re moving them so the twins don’t see. Look at me." 

He took a moment to slowly look at her, the yellow boring into her softened brown eyes as she let her thumb brush against his cheek. "No one is taking your meal away. Just relocating."

Melting into her touch, he leaned down more with low purrs as she slowly started to lead him through a more hidden path through the palace to the cells. Moving with her, more sounds of curiosity clicked and chirped from him as his eyes looked around the secret tunnels that were cool from the heat of the summer.

"Keep following me. I know you haven’t eaten properly since you came back," Padmé glanced back to him, the torches lit through the lower level, softly lighting his features as his eyes stayed on her. She got him to the hidden cells, one holding the bodies already open and ready. She motioned him in, voice soft," I promise when you can, you’ll come out. Tarkin has volunteered to stay with you."

That got his attention, but she quickly nudged him inside before getting the barrier up. He made a low sound, fingers tentatively touching the field as it hummed before looking back to the guards. "Eat, Ani. I’ll make sure the twins are safe." 

Low sounds erupted from his throat at the field, making it shudder with another experimental poke before looking at her quietly. She could reassure him as much as she wanted, but the anger began to bubble up again. His eyes moved between the barrier and her, giving a low growl at being caged. The hunger still triumphed, aching deeply in his belly as he moved further in the dimly lit cell. Padmé’s eyes watched as he crouched; his fingers quickly broke bones and sinew to devour what he could. 

She stood frozen. Her eyes watched as the horror set in of what had become of her husband, but a gentle hand on her shoulder made her look away. Tarkin gave her a grim smile, trying to reassure her as his gaze went to the former General he had served with in the Clone Wars.

Maker, what had been done to him?

His voice was steady as he looked back at her, nodding. "When he seems more stabilized, I will call you back, Senator." 

"Thank you, Tarkin. If the worst happens, we will have a guard further down with a crystal blaster." She was still weary from his sudden abandonment of the Empire, but he had yet to prove his loyalty to the Rebels was part of something more sinister. Still, she preferred to keep him at arm’s length. However, she  had  to make sure the twins were okay. 

Watching her duck back out to get to the main level, Tarkin’s blue-gray eyes returned to the field that separated him from the former right-hand man of the Emperor. His gaze soon met that of the former Jedi, and while he was used to the burning anger of Sith eyes, the sclera also being pitch black was what finally made the former Grand Moff feel dread creep up his spine. Seeing them with the blood smeared around his jaw and splattered across his face made it harder to tear his gaze from him. At one point in his life, this was General Skywalker. Hero of the Grand Republic, he often had to remind himself when faced with the familiar brutality of Vader.

The poster boy was now the face that haunted those under the Empire’s reign, striking anxiety into the public when his presence was announced through local channels. However, the reveal of Lord Vader was slow to the Empire’s ranks, and his face was mostly concealed by a mask he wore that showed his scarred scalp and burning eyes. The familiar shape of his eyes made Tarkin suspect early that the lack of information about the General’s disappearance was more than a mysterious death. It seemed unlikely that Skywalker would have just vanished when he learned he was the twins’ father.

Vader’s gaze never wavered from the former Grand Moff at seeing him comfort his wife, eating paused while he watched their interactions. Tarkin’s usually cold eyes seemed to soften, momentarily glancing at the bodies inside as he gestured to them. "Do not let my presence hinder your meal, Lord Vader." 

His gaze lingered only a moment before hunger overtook his brain like a fever, extended canines easily breaking apart organs and flesh.  

Tarkin warily watched, arms behind tucked himself as the cells held a steady hum from the mechanics of the lower levels of the palace. His eyes couldn’t break away as he watched the robotic fingers easily tear into the flesh; blood and flesh sunk into the floors beneath Vader. Tarkin couldn’t help but silently thank the construction of the field, holding back the smell, but his body momentarily stiffened as he realized the bodies were cleaned and he was being watched. 

Fear started to crawl up his spine, stabbing its cold nails into him as his chest tightened, and Vader began to go for the mechanics near the door. Metal screamed and curled as he tore it back, growling as the hunger burned, but within a blink, it went away. 

Pausing, his eyes looked over the wall he had started to destroy, pulling back before looking around the room as the sclera became white again. 

A slow exhale came as he let his eyes move to Tarkin, as the realization came that it happened. Once again, couldn’t remember what he had done, just that his belly was full. Growling lowly at himself, he slammed the side of his fist into the wall, causing it to crumple beneath his strength.

"Is my family alright?"

The fear slowly dissipated as Tarkin watched the stark contrast happen before him, and he certainly did not know what to make of it either. How would someone explain what they had just witnessed? 

"Yes, my Lord. They are safe. The twins were not close when it happened."

"And my wife?" His eyes looked over his bloody hands before slowly moving along the floor to the familiar carnage.

"She is also safe. You did not harm her when she was beside you." There was no need to mention he was like a giant Loth cat wanting her affection. "She has had to return to her meeting, but I have no doubt she will return to see you."

A slow inhale made his chest expand as he wiped the blood onto his clothes, briefly pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Request a cell cleaning."

"After she agrees to release you, my Lord," Tarkin said simply as he kept his distance from the door, and a low growl escaped Vader, knowing he was right.

Padmé's meeting had long since ended after her departure. Luckily, the parties agreed to meet at a later time to continue. After ensuring the twins were with Rabé and Sabé, she got to the gardens to sit while watching a fountain. Reflecting through the past week, he hadn't noticed that Obi-Wan had found her, making his way over to sit beside her.

"Is he okay?"

"… As best as he can be right now. He’s contained and with food last I know."

Food. Something strange to her as she thought about it: while humans had livestock or hunted for animals for her husband, it was so different. Humans were his livestock, yet he was tame most of the time. She moved her eyes to the former Jedi, voice soft," I wish I could make it easier for him. There must be an alternative to eating people so he doesn’t have this guilt… He might have started to eat less." Her eyes fell again, her brows furrowed, and her throat tightened at the idea. "I do not want him to think he has to starve himself to be here. We need him. The kids… they love him so much, and I can't lose him like that, Obi-Wan."

His eyes softened as he gently rested a hand over hers, voice soft," he will be okay. I could have been the cause this time. I pressed him too much."

Her eyes briefly moved to their hands while he spoke, thinking a moment,” You were there when it started?" 

"I was asking him about what had happened to him. He still did not tell me a lot of details, but he was scared about something to do with you. He never fully explained when I asked what he was scared of." His eyes had moved to the fountain before them, watching the water ripple as it flowed smoothly. 

"I was pregnant, and he was having nightmares that I would die. You saw their birth was not easy, so I don't hold his fear against him."

"Even then, I wanted to help him, Padmé. He never told me what was happening, but I did have suspicions. The two of you are terrible at hiding it," he teased as Padmé laughed softly, nodding.  

"It was easier to be in our bubble than to remember the reality of what was happening outside the apartment… we still had our own issues, though." She softly sighed, shoulders relaxing as she thought back. "Anakin said that he had found a way to save me, but something was off about him ...  very wrong."

"How long after that had he disappeared?"

"Hours … then I see him ten years later. He's infected and a Sith Lord. He's been through too much in his life, Obi-Wan. I was hoping being here would help him have peace."

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan leaned back as he thought back to before the shift," right before the… change. I told him that I would have helped had I known. I could feel that darkness again from him through the Force. He was like a feral animal. I still cannot understand how fast the change was."

Her lips pursed as she softly sighed," I want him to be happy and safe, Obi-Wan. I had to cage him." A pause came while her holo pinged with an incoming message from Tarkin as he stood near the door so Anakin was visible behind him in the holo-door. "He’s stable once again, my Lady. Is visitation safe, or shall I let him out?"

"Go ahead and let him out, Tarkin. Thank you."

"Of course, Senator,” he nodded,” we also need a mechanic to repair the damage done to the door."

"I can repair it," Anakin said simply as the door vanished. "I will stay down here." He reached to end the communication before Padmé or Obi-Wan could react, making his way through the corridors to get a toolkit. 

Tarkin watched, lingering back with pursed lips before his eyes moved to the com. Tucking it away, he had no doubt that Padmé would be on her way back.

She was with Obi-Wan in tow, brows furrowed," he began to damage the door, then stopped before he could escape. What is happening, Obi-Wan?"

"I wish I could answer you, Padmé, but I'm as lost as you." He followed her with his hand near his saber, still wary of the situation. "It’s not good that he tried to escape either. He could have caused more damage if he had." 

"Can we focus on the actions he does?" She frowned," spending too much time on what could have happened won’t make him feel better and certainly won’t help me feel better about any of this."

His eyes softened as he followed," he did stop, and that is good… but you know just as well as I do that we need to keep his actions in mind for the safety of others. We've already lost a few guards."

"I know, and their families will be given full assistance if applicable… but my family needs help too. I want to know why he stopped," she stepped into the cell unit, going over to the door to peek inside as Tarkin looked over the damage himself.

"He returned to his senses," he said simply, blue-gray eyes briefly looking at her. "His episodes seem irregular with little pattern to them." 

"How did he act, Tarkin? Did he try to harm you?"

"I believe the intent was there. Shortly after Lord--," He paused, pursing his lips. "Pardon ... After General Skywalker fed, he began to try to damage the circuits, and then his eyes whitened again. He became more aware, then asked of you and the children immediately after."

"Because they are all I have left of this forsaken life," Anakin growled as he returned, moving past everyone to get back into the cell with the bag and a replacement panel. It was good that he convinced her to hoard parts that had been replaced for his mechanic adventures. More often than either of them wanted to admit, they had to use the parts. Padmé’s eyes watched him as he placed a work light, looking over the damage with a scowl. "I should not be here."

"Where would you go?" Obi-Wan asked then, eyes soft to him as his former padawan seemed to scoff a little.

"I don’t know where I could go. I don’t belong with the Diseased, and don’t belong with humans."

"You belong here with us," Obi-Wan murmured softly as he moved towards the open door more. He knew he needed to see this differently, but seeing the damage done to the wall concerned him. "Do you remember, Anakin?"

"No. I just remember being hungry… and Padmé. I don’t know what was said or done, but I remember her there."

"Good, that's a good start,” he softly encouraged, making Anakin pause, removing the old panel.

Giving a glance to his former Master, his eyes were unreadable. "Is it?"

"I believe it is, my Lord," Tarkin said simply before Obi-Wan could speak," you seemed more responsive to her than others. That is something worth noting. You even seemed like a pleased, purring kitten in her touch."

Padmé softly smiled then," You were. You’re responsive to me. The simpler I say, the better you seem to understand … maybe these episodes are just regression into the virus's needs." 

"No, not like this," he said while shaking his head, glancing between them. “Even the Diseased stop feeding when full and become lazy and uninterested in others. Reports from Imperial archives say I'm insatiable, unstable, and fight like a wild animal."

"Yes, you seem to be in a frenzy of destruction and chaos." Tarkin nodded, straightening as he recalled a few reports he had looked into. "It’s unpredictable. It’s very destructive, and there is little hope for anyone in your path — rebel or imperial."

Worry only buried more in Padmé’s chest, eyes widening as she listened, watching as Anakin only started to silently begin his work on the panel again. "Regardless, I should not be near anyone." It only seemed to further prove his point. Tarkin’s lips pursed before looking to the Senator. 

"That won’t fix anything, Ani," Padmé said, moving closer to softly put a hand on his arm to make him look at her. "You belong with people who love you, even though there’s a risk. We know there is, but we still choose to be with you."

"I could not forgive myself should I bring harm to you or anyone else of importance," he looked down at her, frowning deeply as he paused his work. With the gash on his cheek, it seemed awkward for him to emote, and the expression faded to something more deadpan once again. Looking back to the panel, he grabbed her arm to move her into the cell more before glancing to see where Obi-Wan stood. He hit a few buttons as Tarkin and Obi-Wan watched curiously before tapping his fingers along a few buttons on the pane. "If I begin to harm our family, our friends, then I should be killed."

Before Tarkin or Obi-Wan could speak or move, the door of the cell appeared again, the red field holding a buzz as he looked it over with a slight hum. Padmé glanced at the door but moved closer to him. "I refuse to kill you. You clearly can stop yourself when needed and are more conscious than other infected people."

"And if I lose that?" His head tilted while his eyes moved back to her, shoulders squaring as she seemed unfazed. She knew better, even when he tried to intimidate her with body language. Her brows furrowed," why do you want to think about that?"

"Answer me," he demanded, lifting his chin up more to look down at her as his brow muscles raised slightly. "If I reach that point, will you kill me?"

"I can’t kill my husband." She said with a frown, brows scrunching softly as she shook her head, causing her dark curls to bounce. "I can't do that… but now, answer me. Why do you worry about this? You’ve shown you recognize people even when you’re not fully aware. You’re always pushing us away, even when you are conscious."

"We’re not talking about this in a cell."

He moved to open the door before she grabbed his wrist," Oh, yes, we are. You can't deflect this, Anakin. Why are you so frightened?"

"I believe that it's normal to worry about devouring my family," a frown ghosted on his lips as she grabbed him, glancing at her hand before returning to her. "You seem to be the only one that doesn’t want to worry about that possibility that I could turn at any moment as I did earlier or that you - or our children cou—""Because you’ve shown us that you see us. It makes you stop whatever is happening," she interrupted him, head tilting as her eyes got that spark of determination he fell for decades ago. 

He knew she could be as stubborn as an Eopie, but that wouldn’t deter him. "That is too much of a risk, Padmé. You know it." He glanced at Tarkin and Obi-Wan, who curiously watched them through the door, looking back at her. "Can we talk about this without them watching?"

Keeping her hold on his arm, she only turned to motion for them to leave, and Obi-Wan didn’t waste any time as he moved past the former Grand Moff to head to the communications room for updates. Tarkin immediately moved after him, glancing back before he vanished into the hall.

"There. Now we're alone." Looking back up to him, she finally let go of his wrist, letting her hands softly cup his face instead. "I do not deny the possibility of it, Anakin. However, your previous behaviors and the constant change when you see me or the twins are enough evidence to tell me otherwise. You can’t deny that, but I want to understand what triggers this change."

Her softness relaxed his shoulders, and he leaned into her touch as he closed his eyes. "I wish I could make sense of it."

Watching him, she smiled at him, melting in her touch, leaning up to softly give a kiss to him. A soft noise of surprise escaped with the kiss, but it only made him pull her close while he deepened it. Breaking it shortly after, he leaned his uninjured cheek against her head as her arms wrapped around his broad frame. The smile lingered on her lips as she rested her head against his chest, voice soft,” We will figure it out… we were able to update our medical equipment, so perhaps a new scan can produce better results this time."

"We will think of that later." He reached over to get the doorway opened, gently pushing her through after giving a squeeze to her hip. "Out." She only laughed softly as she watched him duck through to look down at her, pausing as Tarkin returned to them.

"The Empire has located us. A fleet is on the way." His eyes bounce between them as dread fills Anakin’s chest as Padmé purses her lips 

"We’ll have to go to Tatooine, my love. He wouldn't expect you to return there."

"Then we return to Tatooine." Moving past her, his shoulders straightened again as he headed to find the twins. His voice held little emotion, but she was right. Why would he want to return to Tatooine of all cursed places on this forsaken planet? Hadn’t he had enough grief? Sometimes, it felt like he was filled with enough for seven lifetimes. "Seems like those scans will have to wait until we can return."

"We can transport them when possible," she simply said as she followed him, grabbing his hand to guide him to their children. "I know you don’t enjoy them, but we need to understand how different you are compared to the others and see any biological condition causing the change. I find it hard to believe that behavior is solely from the virus."

"We can worry about that after evacuation. The Imperial fleet will not take long to make their way through … I expect more Diseased as well. Unfortunately, I will have to refrain from heroics for now." 

Obi-Wan guided the twins, catching their parents in the hallway," You will not be fighting anyone today, Anakin. We need the Empire to at least be uncertain of your whereabouts."

"The Empire might be oblivious, but the Emperor is likely already aware and bidding time," he said simply as he glanced at the Jedi, hand lifting to softly grab Leia's hand when she held onto his. "Either way, we need to leave within ten minutes." He gave a soft, reassuring squeeze to her hand, glancing down at her before looking at Luke," Can the both of you follow Obi-Wan to your room to pack things you'd like to bring?"

They both nodded as Luke tilted his head to the side, and he arched a brow quizzically," Where are we going?"

“To be with my family."

"Family?" He echoed, eyes widening as he started to bounce on the balls of his feet," Who are we going to meet? What are they like?"

"My stepbrother and his wife — your aunt and uncle. They have a farm in the desert. We'll be safe there for now." He softened with Luke’s excitement, and Leia only grinned at him," Do they have kids?"

"No, as far as I am aware, they don’t. However, it has been a long time since I have seen them."

"Aw, okay… hopefully there’s someone we can play with."

"We’ll have to be careful about it, but I hope you can have that too, Leia." He gave another squeeze to her hand as Padmé only softened with his gentleness to them before he motioned to Obi-Wan. "Go pack. Bring what you wish to keep yourselves entertained." 

They nodded before starting to trail after Obi-Wan as he smiled softly at them, but Luke looked up at him," Have you met our uncle?"

"No, haven’t yet, but I am eager to see him." He trailed down the hall with them as Padmé and Anakin watched a moment before he began to make his way to their room to get what was necessary.

Padmé followed, voice soft," It's been a while since we've seen them."

"I know. Beru and Owen might not let us stay there. Not with the state of everything." 

Lips pursed a moment, voice soft," At least 3PO and R2 can aid in the farm operations if we can't."

"Ani, one step at a time instead of five. First, we'll get to Tatooine."

He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, sighing lowly. "I know." It felt like it was constantly just one step at a time, yet nothing still changed. Even when things had shifted and moved in the Force, within the systems. Returning to Tatooine wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he knew it was necessary. Getting to their room, he moved to stuff clothes into a bag and back to her while she paused to watch him for a moment.

Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hands flatly laying against his torso as he paused to look back at her. She rested her cheek softly against his back, eyes soft as she let her fingers briefly press into his muscle beneath the robes more. "Everything will be okay."

Pausing, he turned to look at her with a slight tilt," I know it will be. Just a matter of leaving safely first." 

"I know, but I also know going to Tatooine is not what you want to do," she murmured softly, pulling back to work on getting her already pre-made bag that Sabé had crafted.

"No, but it is what needs to happen to keep the kids safe."

Glancing back at him, she nodded," I know. We will be safe, and it will be okay. We’ll be able to do a better scan for you and see as much as we need to about your body now … hopefully, we can update your cybernetics."

"That would be good," he said, glancing down at the hidden metal as he zipped up the bag.

"It will be. Even if it’s just one day at a time." She reassured, getting her bag on her shoulder.

The heat of Tatooine was still unforgiving as it burned into his shoulders and back as soon as he had exited the speeder. To avoid shocking Owen and Beru as much as possible, he opted to wear his half mask, bright blue eyes scanning around the farm before Beru popped out at hearing them arrive.

"There you are! Come on, it's too hot to stay on the surface." She warmly smiled as Owen came out after, motions pausing as he saw the state of his stepbrother. Maker, what had happened to him in the twelve years since he had seen him?

Nodding, Anakin told the twins to grab their bags as Obi-Wan slid out, making a face of disgust at the familiar heat. It was too risky to stay in the palace, even if Anakin was sure he could defend it and his family. 

Moving Padmé’s side, Anakin helped her out of the speeder, snatching the bag from her. "Inside out of this heat."

A soft smile graced her lips as she grinned at Beru and Owen. "It’s good to see you two again; I wish it was under better circumstances."

"Yeah," Owen began, taking in the sight of the twins and his stepbrother," we were worried about the urgent call … assumed it’s the Empire once again threatening Naboo."

"Unfortunately, it is. As well as the virus. We’ve done as much as possible to contain it, but it’s reached a point of evacuation."

"Come inside. We have some food ready," Owen nodded, motioning them in as he moved to follow Beru.

Anakin came at the end, following down into the cooler house with a low sigh. "I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat." 

Owen looked back at him, brow arching up. "No?" 

Luke took the opportunity to nod and interrupt," Yeah, he can only eat people." Oh, Maker. Anakin released a heavy sigh through the respiratory mask, eyes seeming blank as Owen tensed when he pulled the hood back. 

“You’re infected."

"Yes, but it’s different than what we see with the common strain. Padmé has been able to get a more advanced scanner, so when possible, we will see how different I am compared to others."

Owen was still uneasy, looking over him slowly," How do you plan on eating while here?"

"I try things when they eat. So far, I can have caff … I will worry about my food; do not worry about me."

Beru’s heart softened up with the news, knowing it just seemed like one thing after another with him. "I’ll always have something for you to try then, Anakin. It’s no problem."

"Thank you. Where can we put our things?" 

"The twins must share with Obi-Wan, but you and Padmé can get your own room." She motioned for them to follow, and the twins seemed more excited than anything as they bounced after her.

Padmé followed with a grin," Thank you, Beru. I’m sure they’ll behave with Obi-Wan."

"No promises," Leia quipped, glancing back at her with a grin.

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Of Light and Darkness: Ch 18

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!:  Greif, anxiety, angst, Cursing, Assholes (Oh Yeah it’s gonna be fun this go).  Fluff, comfort, and Miiiiild spice?  Anyway Enjoy!

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient!  My computer fell and cracked the monitor along with scratching my drive so it was quite a process to retrieve and fix this.  Hope that you all had a wonderful holiday and that the year is being kind to you all thus far.

Picture Credit: Pinterest and Rachael McCulley

Word Count: 4041

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It had been a long shift in the Emergency Department, the crick in your neck a testament to that.  Walking into the quarters that you shared with the boys you couldn’t help noticing that Obi Wan’s door was cracked.  It wasn’t quite 02:00 but both of them should be asleep.  Knowing that this could only mean one thing you sighed and trudged over.  Opening the door slightly you saw Anakin asleep on the floor at the foot of the bed.  It had started to concern you after the first few weeks this happened, usually when one of you were gone or when he was especially stressed.  The boy needed to sleep in his own bed and there would be a discussion with your fellow Master in the morning as to what needed to happen.

Taking a deep breath you crouched down to scoop Anakin up, carrying him to his own room.  Laying him down you tucked the old worn blanket around him.  It had been yours, a gift from your Master as a young padawan, its soft warmth had often chased away nightmares.  You’d hoped that it would do the same for the kid.  Looking one last time you turned out the light, “Sleep well Ani-man.”  

A little while after climbing into bed yourself there was a dip in the mattress.  Strong arms looped around you, the shadow of a beard tickling your cheek.  Reaching around, you pulled Obi Wans head to yours for a better kiss.  You sighed contentedly, “Hello to you too.”

“How was the hospital?”  He nuzzled into your neck, big spoon as always. 

“Busy... couple of bad shootouts on the lower levels.”  You gripped his arm a little tighter thinking of the pronouncements you’d had to perform.  Switching topics your tone turning serious.  “He was by the bed again.”

“I know, thank you for moving him.  I almost tripped over him last night.  What are we going to do?”  there was worry in Obi Wans voice as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Well…”  you turned fully to face him.  “I have a friend in Pediatrics who might be able to give us an assessment, but you know how Anakin hates test.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes, both of you knew how well Anakin hated when he thought that people were judging him. “I’m sure the council will love that idea.”

  It had taken months to get Anakin used to being in class with other students and handling instructor criticism.  He was a good student, working diligently to catch up to the reading and writing level that he should have been for his age.  Anakin often became embarrassed when he felt unprepared in class and other Masters seemed to never take his learning plan into account.  There was also the small fact that the Jedi still had yet to embrace modern theories of child development and learning practices. 

“In this case I think we’ll beg forgiveness later.  Can you get Anakin out of classes?”  What little energy there was left in you was fading fast.  Obi Wan pulled you into his chest and you turned kissing along his collar bone. Nestling so that you could hear the steady beating of his heart a peaceful feeling settled into you.  “See you in the morning love.”

“See you in the morning darling girl.”  Obi Wan smiled, holding you tight. 

It had been a long four months for all of them.  None of you were known to be good sleepers, he still had nightmares.  You had cried in the night for weeks after their return from Naboo.  Though you still went to see your friends at the hospital and seemed better of late.  Anakin was a different story though, and most assuredly not a simple one.  It wasn’t just the loss of the boy’s mother or Qui Gon, he had been subject to abuse and cruelties at the hands of his former owners.  When you had taken Anakin for his first medical exam in the Halls of Healing there had been scars, healed broken bones, he had flinched and visibly became frightened when it was time for his vaccinations.  Eventually he had to be sedated to finish a procedure to remove his slavers chip, Obi Wan held his hand the whole time.       

                There had been happier occasions, the first time the boy experienced a rain fall came to mind.  Anakin had danced joyously splashing in the puddles, even he couldn't resist joining in.  The boy took such enjoyment from something so simple.  No it hadn’t all been bad and it would be better.

A few days later Anakin was trailing along as you did rounds at the hospital.  Till this point you hadn’t actually brought him to your place of practice.  Having floated over to Pediatric Surgical for the day you had Dr. Ahman Schiek observe Anakin while you rounded.  Appearing as one of the many doctors in the group gave a bit of anonymity while he observed your padawan.  Anakin to his credit was actually quite interactive with the patients, wanting to help as much as he could.  He ran to get Ice pops, juice, would make jokes and funny faces.  He was relaxed and more like a kid than you had seen him in a long time.  That the other children seemed to interact well with him was a further part of your overall conundrum. 

“Master can I help Twila with this puzzle?”  Anakin gave you a pleading look.

“Of course, why don’t stay here while I chart for a bit in my office.”  He smiled back at you and went to join the young twi’lek girl on the bed.  He seemed so happy just being there.  Dr. Schiek gave a nod and both of you went down the hall.  Looking to your colleague and mentor with tired eyes you hoped there would be a solution.  “Well what are your thoughts?”

“I think he needs to be a boy.”  The older doctor who walked next to you paused to look at your comically befuddled face.  Laughing through his prodigious mustache he continued.  “Anakin has never been allowed to be a child, to make mistakes and to stretch his boundaries in a safe manner.  He has lost people that were integral to him.  To put it simply he has regressed until he can trust that it is safe.”

You sighed, the answer being a confirmation of your own diagnosis.  Unfortunately, Anakin was a Jedi and younglings in the Temple didn’t often get the luxury of being children.  “Is there anything else we can do?”

“He needs to interact with children his age, to play.”  Again Dr. Schiek studied your face. 

Though you had been a gifted student and were a competent Physician there were times when he saw the uncertain young intern that had shadowed him not so long ago.  That the Jedi still allowed you to practice had amazed him, many went on to the Halls of Healing never to look back yet you remained.  Back in the present his thoughts were brought back to the patient at hand.  The Jedi were not well known for dealing with emotional trauma, which would compound what Ahmen already saw.  “I know you’ve said he has trouble making friends, try to help facilitate and allow a safe net.  If you are nearby then he might venture to try.”

“At this point anything is worth a shot.”  You shook his hand gratefully. 

Heading to the office you sat behind your overcrowded desk tapping your stylus.  You knew that there was only one answer to this question and so you made a quick succession of calls.  The first to the hospital HR, the second was to Obi Wan to meet you at the Diner after shift.  To your Apprentice’s credit he was quick to catch on to the medical terminology and the plastics and prosthetics department fascinated him.  You brought him to see the Surgery, the Emergency Department, the flight pad.  All in all you thought he did very well considering you hadn’t expected to have a Bird land on the Pad while you were out there, but he had followed your lead and jumped in with both feet.  Even Tracy took a shine to the kid, which was saying something as she didn’t usually care for juveniles.  After shift both you and Anakin were more than ready for some food.                 

“Little Ani! How’s my favorite young mechanic?”  Keeya came around the counter the moment you walked in the door, crushing the boy in a motherly hug.  “Have you grown again?  You seem taller.”

“Hi Miss Keeya!”  Anakin smiled brightly, his stomach growled.

“Are Y/n and Obi Wan not feeding you properly?  Go on to the table and I’ll bring you something.”  Waiving him on with the flap of her towel.  Keeya turned to give you a hug as well.  “He’s already here, doesn’t seem to be sleeping.  You both need a rest.”

“Yes Mama Keeya.”  Your hands went up. 

“Honestly honey what will you do when I retire?  I’ll have to call every day to remind you to eat.”  Wagging her finger at you she still kept an amused smile on her face.

“I take it Dex meets your stringent requirements?”  Raising an eyebrow at her affirming nod.  You hated the idea of not being able to skip down a few levels to see her but Keeya was starting to slow down and more than deserved a relaxing retirement.  “As long as he doesn’t change a thing and I can come visit you all the time….I suppose I could let you retire.”

“Girl I’ve been serving the beings of this city for over 40 years, I need a rest!”  She cackled, swatting you with the towel.  “And you better come and visit or I’ll sic ol’ tall dark and stony on you!”

“Why does no one else see that he’s really warm and fuzzy underneath that prickly exterior.”

“Yeah…but then his reputation would be ruined.  Go on now, I could hear your stomach from a parsec off.” She gave you a nudge towards Obi Wan in the corner booth.  You slid in, a cup of kaf already waiting for you. 

“How was he today?”  Obi Wan asked.

“I’m right here!” Anakin looked up annoyed. “I was good wasn’t I Master Y/n?”

“You did great today Ani-man.”  You looked at Obi Wan.  “Really he did, kept the other kids entertained and comfortable. Might make a medic outta you yet.”

“And Twila asked if I can visit again, is that ok?”  he asked hopefully.

“And who is Twila?”  Obi Wan asked curiously.

“She’s my friend.”  He answered smartly.

“Well then I shall have to meet this Twila.”  Obi Wan grinned over his tea.  “What did your friend say?”

“That he needs to be a kid.  Make friends, take a few chances, have some fun.”  You projected back to him, the warm liquid of the kaf starting to revitalize your brain.  “I’m dropping down my hours at the hospital.  This way I can be more present and train more with Anakin.  I’ve finished transferring most of my patients.”       

“Are you sure Y/n?” 

“Yes.  It’s not fair to you or Anakin, I need to be here.”  You patted his hand.  “And besides I need to get back into training.  I’ve been a coward Obi Boy… I’m sorry.”

“You are many things wee woman but a coward is not one.”  He bumped the toe of his boot to yours causing you to lift your guilt filled eyes from the cup in front of you.  “Who’s to say I didn’t take the Lions share to avoid my own thoughts.” 

“We haven’t quite got the hang of this Mastery thing do we?”

Obi Wan smiled genuinely.  He hadn’t wanted to say anything too you, knowing that eventually you would come back on your own.  “You know Anakin has saber practice tomorrow, would you like to accompany us?”

“Oh Please, please pleeeeease?!”  Anakin now pleaded over his food.  “I’ve never gotten to see you spar!”

“Well with a request like that how can I refuse.”  Clinking your cup with Obi Wans you began to enjoy your evening.

Later after Anakin had been put to bed for the second time Obi Wan joined you.  Rolling over you tucked yourself into the crook between his arm and ribs, resting comfortably on his strong chest.  He stroked the hair at your temple and leaned his head to yours.  “I’ve miss you Y/n.”

“I’m sorry Obi,” you rolled further onto him, placing your chin on his chest so you could meet his gaze, “did you get a nap in today?”

“I meditated…” Obi Wan started but lost his train of thought as you cupped his stubbled jaw.  He clearly saw the unamused rise of your eyebrow, you knew him all too well.  “You know I can’t sleep unless you’re snoring next to me.”

“I don’t snore!”

“Oh yes you do,” Obi wan held you tightly as his other hand snaked around and began to tickle you causing you to laugh so hard that you snorted.  “I suppose that next you’ll claim that you don’t laugh harder than a Wookie?”

“Ok OK OK!!! Pax, I give up, you win!”  Your admission breathless, with several whisps of hair falling into your eyes. 

Obi Wan adored the roar of your laughter and it had been so long since he'd last heard it.  You used the Force to break his hold and straddled his hips.  Obi Wan reached around and held you tighter this time as he cuddled into you, popping up and turning you beneath his body on the bed.

“Obi …we can’t….” your words were silenced by full luscious lips pressing into yours.  By the Maker you wanted to take him there, hard harsh and pounding into the mattress.  Your fingers snaked into his overgrown locks, gently tugging as he scorching a trail around to your ear.

“I know…I just want to hold you …soft wee thing.”  He adjusted his weight so that you’d be comfortable.  Unfortunately you were far too turned on to even think about sleeping now, but maybe he would.  You stroked around his back and shoulders till he settled, using your chest as a pillow.    

“As long as you sleep sweet man,” kissing the top of his auburn crown you both settled in for the night. 

“Oh Goodie… people...bleck.”  You muttered under your breath taking another sip from your Kaf.  There were more Jedi in the practice space than you would have liked when you arrived.  Anakin had gone down to join the other padawans for class earlier, with the Masters joining in the breakout sessions after.  Obi Wan gave your shoulder a nudge, grinning in amusement.  “Oh don’t start with me today Obi Boy…I’m still on my first mug.”

“Well then I’ll have the advantage.”  His eyes were laughing at you. 

“Listen here day walker…”  you stopped midsentence feeling distress coming from Anakin.  Looking over he was glaring at a group of padawans that seemed to be gathering around him.  Obi Wan followed your line of sight.  “What are they up too?”

“Nothing good I can assure you,” he sighed in exasperation.

Looking at your fellow Master you raised an eyebrow, “Not the first incident I take it.”

“No. We’d best go collect the boy before trouble starts.”  Obi Wan was already moving towards the group.  As you neared them you could hear the older padawans taunting Anakin.  To his credit he didn’t raise his hands, but his anger was palpable.  The conversation became clearer as you got close.

“Of course he got them for Masters.  They’re all in the disaster line.”  One boy jeered.  “One went lost, two fools died, and one so mean that he survived.”

“What …in…Stars!?”  You looked at Obi Wan in stunned rage.

“I’m sorry Love.”

“How dare they say that about your Master!”  your normal reserves of patience had suddenly evaporated.  You were used to the snide remarks about your own Masters, but Master Qui Gon… Oh Fark No!

“Yeah and they’re only Knights cause they’re Sith killers.  They didn’t even take the trials.”  The Rodian in the group chipped in. 

“Or because their Master is on the council.”  The last one chimed.

“OH REALLY?”  You boomed from behind the boys, glaring down at them.  Obi Wans face wasn’t any less harsh than your own.  “And exactly where did you get all of this infinite wisdom and knowledge I’d like to know.”

That the group of older boys were unafraid of you just went to illustrate their ignorance.  They did however have a healthy respect for Obi Wan, and stepped back a bit accordingly.  The Rodian looked at you unimpressed, “My Master.”

Narrowing your eyes you raised an eyebrow.  “Well then run and tell them I’d like a word.  Tell all of your Masters I’d like a word.”

They didn’t have to move though as said Masters had already come over having seen the ruckus.  Two of them immediately rectified the situation, having the padawans apologize to all three of you.  The Rodian’s Master was a different story.  The Tagorian male towered over your 2 foot shorter stature, his Tiger like face sneered at you.  You recalled his name was Adeva, and also that he had occasionally caused trouble with the Council.  “Ah so I see the absentee has finally decided to show her face.  Well, what do you have to say for your padawan?”

“I’d say he’s more mature than yours for a start.  For a second I’d say only a coward sends a child to fight their battles for them.  So if you have something to say…”  your eyebrow raised further in annoyance.

“Y/n this is not the time….”  Obi Wan knew what happened when your temper was up.

“….You can say it to me!....”  you inched closer, now stepping on the Tagorians toes attempting to go nose to nose since he had bent down.

“Really Maser Y/n… I’m okay.”  Anakin had seen Obi Wans concern and was now trying to get you to back down as well.

“Or are you too much of a widdle kitten to fight me yourself?”  You smiled evilly up at him.  Adeva was now glaring down, the vein pulsating in his forehead.

“Well then little council pet, Lets play.”  He bared his teeth at you.   

“Oh, after you.  Please.”  You walked into the sparing circle, placing your hands behind your back.  Closing your eyes you concentrated, feeling the Force within the space.  Adeva was still going on and on with his insults while circling you.  You heard his lightsaber ignite, the scratching of his claws on the marble, the flick of his tail. 

“Little offspring of the disaster line, just like your Master before.”  Adeva sneered.  “She died young too, couldn’t even save herself.  She was an embarrassment to the order anyway.”

You remained calm, unmoving.

“And Kenobi… Well Master Jinn wasn’t any better than yours.”

Both Obi Wan and Anakin’s anger flared through the Force.  “Easy boys, wait for the right moment.”

“So it would fall to me to teach a lesson to you all about how things are supposed to be done, and we start with this little abomination.  You should have died with her and spared Master Windu the years of embarrassment.”  The Tagorian charged you then, a growl rippling from his throat.

You opened your eyes grinning, the words of Master Windu ringing in your ears from your first week training together.  He would look at you and say when is the time to fear? To react on your emotions?  To let the enemy dictate the battle?

“Not today…” 

3 hours later

Anakin Skywalker knew a few things with absolute certainty.  The first was that neither of his Masters were to be underestimated.  The second was that Tagorian males screamed like Banthas getting neutered when they were injured.  He looked at the dinner table as you and Obi Wan nursed your tea and Kaf respectively.  Obi Wan had a huge black eye, you had a grade 2 concussion and both had multiple clawing injuries. 

“Should I go to the refectory for more ice?”

“No, we’re good kiddo.”  You sighed. 

“Anakin did you finish your school work already?”  Obi Wan winced as he spoke.

“All done…I’m sorry about everything.”  Anakin shrunk a little. He truly felt awful about the whole stupid incident. Why couldn't he just avoid trouble? 

“Anakin look at me.”  You held a steady gaze with the boy.  “Anybody that messes with you has us to contend with.  We’re all in this together.”

“Where the Padawan goes so too the Master.”  Obi Wan nodded in agreement.  “Though if we could avoid anything over 7 feet with claws for a while that would be rather nice.”

Anakin laughed, couldn’t help it really.  Between you Force ping-ponging the Tagorian between the marble pillars and Obi Wan slicing his lightsaber in half it had been an impressive display of skill by both.  Master Adeva had gotten in a few shots of his own, he had punched Obi Wan so hard that it sent him flying 10 feet.  You had charged in jumping onto the taller Masters back trying to get a choke hold.  The Tagorian had plucked you off and dangled you by the leg before flinging you like a ragdoll across the room.  Both you and Obi Wan were wrestling on the ground with him when Master Windu had showed up.  To say that he was displeased would have been an understatement.  In the end though after everything had been explained, and the holo recorders reviewed, the three of you had walked away with only a stern reprimand and not a full dismissal.

“Do I still have to go to class tomorrow?”  He asked.

“YES.”  You and Obi Wan simultaneously answered.

“Why don’t you hit the fresher and then head to bed kiddo.”  You sighed heavily readjusting the ice pack on your neck.  “Hey Anakin…”

“Yes Master Y/n?”

“You’re doing just fine, don’t take to heart the nonsense they spew... okay?”  You waited till the boy was securely in his room before moving around to sit on Obi Wan’s lap.  Raising your hand you healed the worst of his injuries.  Kissing his now healed eye you pulled away to inspect your work. 

“There… better?”

“Yes, but I wish you would heal yourself first.”  Obi Wan softly cupped your cheek pulling you in for a kiss, sweet and gentle.  He watched as you raised a hand to your own head and saw the very slight glow in your palm.  Weaving from dizziness a moment, Obi Wan held you steady.  Picking you up he carried you to your bed and tucked the blankets around you.  “I’ll be but a moment.”

Obi Wan walked over to Anakin’s room, it was a cluttered mess as always.  “Goodnight Anakin.”

“Goodnight.  Master Obi Wan…”  Anakin paused uncertain.  Obi Wan tilted his head and waited for him to continue.  Anakin decided to take a chance, “I thought that Master Windu was Y/n’s Master?”

Obi Wan stepped into the room and sat on the stool near the work bench.  “He was and always will be to her.  Before Master Windu though she was the Apprentice of Master Melri Dalincor, a great healer.”

“What Happened?” 

“She died when Y/n was young, Master Qui Gon was very good friends with her.  But it is also not my story to tell, you should ask her.  I will say that there is much of both Masters in Y/n.  Now, Try to get some sleep.”  Obi Wan shut the door behind him.

Yes Anakin knew some things beyond a doubt.  As he drifted off to sleep he knew with absolute certainty that one day he would be a great Jedi like his Masters before him.

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[roselightfairy]

10 First Lines:

Rules: Share the first lines of your ten most recent fics and then tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy—share anyway! tagged by @tathrin - thank you for the fun!

“So,” said Mace Windu, his eyes boring through the hologram transmission as surely as though he were standing in front of them, “explain it to me once more.” (Diverging Paths)

“How are you feeling?” (From Knowledge, Ignorance)

She drifts, mostly. (A Thousand Times)

There were things Obi-Wan had not been warned about when it came to becoming a padawan. (Unexpected Lessons)

I am an instrument of the Force. (Only Through Surrender)

Amidst the many heartwrenchingly emotional and side-splittingly hilarious moments, storylines, and character journeys of the popular D&D roleplay podcast Dungeons and Daddies, perhaps none has upset me quite as much as the Glenn Close trial and subsequent prison/punishment arc in the first season. ("The Doo-Doo Zone": a queer abolitionist reading of the Glenn Close trial arc and the carceral imaginary in the podcast Dungeons and Daddies)

At first, she doesn’t want to use the Force to bury the bodies. (Anchor)

Qui-Gon Jinn is thirty-six years old, and he believes in the will of the Force. (In Alignment)

There are times when his isolation gets to him. (Double Suns)

“Sit still.” (The Unassisted Physical Training and Self-Defense Circle)

Hmm, methinks one of these things is not like the others. ;) (Good to know that my tendency to start in media res has not decreased at all since the last time I did one of these!)

Tagging @enide-s-dear @deheerkonijn @unnamedelement @the-dwelf-ao3, and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

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[thekingwhowouldhavebeen]

Anakin Headcannons Part 3

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Welcome to Part 3 of my Anakin Skywalker Headcannons! The other 2 parts are linked above, and as always please mind the various triggers. Both cannon typical and those that are mentioned in my previous posts! Please read those first since I may be referencing some previous headcannons!

Some things may be dipping more into the AU category, but still very cannon! 

Anyways, lets get started!

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-Ashoka actually likes doing makeup, but never really on herself since its a lot more difficult to practice on herself. One day she asked Anakin if she could practice on him and of course, he accepted. At first, she was pretty terrible but now she has done some really good looks and even as a small secret business going to help other young Jedi Padawans learn. Or just doing their make-up for when they are sneaking out to go to parties. Obi-Wan just looks the other way.

-Speaking of Make-up, Anakin does really like to be pampered. Ashoka convinced him and Obi-Wan to go to a nail salon and while Obi-Wan wasn’t a huge fan, Anakin loved it. He always lets Ashoka pick out the colors, and its a really good way for them to bond (and get Anakin to relax for even a little bit). If Padme has time, she also loves to join as well. Unfortunately, the nail polish doesn’t last very long, especially during the middle of war but its a nice break for a while.

-Anakin enjoys cooking! He often is usually the one in charge in the kitchen while Obi-Wan is banned from the kitchen due to either burning things, dropping things or just cutting himself. Ashoka however helps a lot, and is really good at trying new spices or finding new recipes. Obi-Wan has resigned himself to becoming the designated taste tester.

-Anakin has once become incredibly offended over the fact that Artoo said C-3PO was his best friend and didn’t talk to the astromech for a week. It took Artoo having to create BFF friendship bracelets (with Ashoka’s help) for Anakin to forgive him. He still holds the bracelet in his storage compartment. Obi-Wan watched with genuine confusion before just accepting that this was his life.

-Anakin, on many occasions, has experienced Gay panic. Padme and Obi-Wan thinks its hilarious. Especially when he’s all flustered and embaressed when someone his hitting on him in the bar. And yes, while he normally doesn’t LIKE being hit on, that’s usually on missions or when Anakin is not in the mood. Having a night out with Padme or Obi-Wan makes him much more relaxed. That and he can sense that they aren’t like the people he knew when he was young. Or like Palpatine. 

-Anakin doesn’t really like kids all that much. 1. Cause he ever really had a proper childhood so he genuinely doesn’t know how to act around them. 2. He has no patience for them sometimes. 3. Also because of not having a good childhood, he sometimes feels really envious to them. He wishes he had what they had. 

-Anakin is very good at dancing! However, he doesn’t really like it all that much. He’ll dance for Padme or Obi-Wan, but he doesn’t really do it for fun. 

-Anakin loves listening to the violin. Whenever he is having a really hard time sleeping, he’ll play violins in the background. 

-Anakin didn’t talk for 3 weeks when Ashoka left. He was utterly devastated and never before did a hole in his heart hurt so much. There was empty space left when Ashoka disappeared, and while at first he did feel angry, he then became sad. Defeated. Broken. Other than Obi-Wan, Anakin truely felt like their was nothing left to the order. It was then that Anakin’s trust in the council, the jedi, was broken. Cause no matter how much they hurt him, he could never forgive them for taking Ashoka away. 

-Anakin almost left with Ashoka. She told him to stay. “You have Obi-Wan” she would state. “He needs you more than I do. We’ll see each-other again Skyguy”. Next time they saw each other, they were enemies. 

-I love the idea that Anakin is some form of God or Eldritch being in a way. He just never fully realizes HOW powerful he actually is. No one else realizes either. Most of it is because Anakin is terrified of himself sometimes. Throughout his Padawan years, he often had to pretend that their were somethings that just didn’t come easy to him after getting lectured a lot by Teachers and Obi-Wan. The force is just so natural for him to control that people believe he’s cheating somehow. And when the Darkness overtakes him? No one realizes that it pretty much kills everything Anakin was. It’s the first time that the force completly overtakes Anakin, and all that was left is just a force being, not Anakin. He was now fully submerged and held no control of it. It was only until Luke that he was able to gain enough strength to pull himself out.

-There was a temple that Anakin went to when he was young. A temple that had their force abilities turn against them. To learn how to defend themselves when the force is gone, when the force resists. Anakin almost died the moment he stepped in. He never went back.

-Speaking of how much the force can overwhelm Anakin, there are many moments when things become TOO much for Anakin. He’ll start bleeding out of his nose, his mouth and eyes and ears. The only way to stop this is to put a force inhibitor collar on him. He’s usually left in the medbay for a week or two afterwards.

-Force Inhibitor collars don’t work the same on Anakin as they do on everyone else. Anakin still has a lot of access to the force, its just wild and uncontrollable. There has been only one time he has been completely cut off from the force, and it almost killed him. It was a punishment from Palpatine. 

-As we know, Anakin was heavily groomed by Palpatine but theres a lot more to it than that. Palpatine often abused him heavily, emotionally destroying him through humiliation. He may wanted to groom Anakin’s hatred, and anger. However, he first wanted Anakin to fear him. To fear him MORE than anything else. He does physically abuse him, but its much more rare and its when Palpatine loses control. Anakin always just says its due to clumsiness and no one questions. 

-Anakin sometimes has too much energy, to the point where Obi-Wan tells him to run around the temple or wherever they are until he’s tired enough that he’s not bouncing off the walls anymore. Anakin also puts up much stronger sheilds that day since more often then not, its the force leaking into him. 

-This is very much an AU HC, but Anakin can’t die. The force has refused it. His first death was when he was 6 years old after an incredibly harsh punishment from Watto. 

-Continuing the one above, he has also found himself trapped in a water planet. Constantly drowning until he was finally able to find land. Obi-Wan and Ashoka thought he was dead. Anakin just pretended he was stranded until he was able to find a way to contact them

-Anakin is the best person to go to, if you wanna sneak out of the temple. As much as Obi-Wan has tried to find Anakin's secrets, it never works and he is always left confused on how this is happening.

-Anakin is incredibly protective of the clones. He has on multiple occasions gotten in trouble from starting fights. Usually punching someone who was talking trash about the clones. 

-He hates that Clones are pretty much slaves. He firmly declares to the 501st that they are allowed to disobey, they are allowed to call him out for a bad call, they are allowed to question. They will NEVER be punished for their failings. And Anakin does this for every new shiny as well. While under his command, they will never feel the way he did. Many clones hope they can end up in the 501st

-Ashoka didn’t have the same mindset at first when she became Anakin’s Padawan. It was the first and only time Anakin was genuinely truly angry at her. He almost decided to not have her as his padawan, before calming down and deciding to teach her to be better. She quickly learned and apologized once she realized the error of her ways.

-Anakin, during his Padawan days, was drugged once. He was pressured into sneaking out for a party, and one of the Padawans gave him a drink. Which of course was drugged. Lets just say they wanted their way with him, but he was able to push them off (eventually) and called Obi-Wan. He tried to tell Obi-Wan what happened, but his master never believed him. Thinking he willingly took drugs and decided to go off and party. Anakin never bothered to correct him. He was just happy a year later that padawan was sent to the agricorps, never to be seen again.

-Anakin never really got a long with the other padawan’s and jedi. He was too old. To emotional. Too...much of anything that they never really liked him. Either he was bullied or ignored, or often made fun of when he struggle with writing and reading. So he often kept his distance. The only reason that situations like mentioned above is because of Obi-wan pressuring him to make friends. Understanding that their are bullies, but struggling to understand just how isolated Anakin is.

-Anakin has known Obi-Wan wasn’t a good teacher for him. He could never understand things the way Anakin needed him to. He critizied when Anakin needed encouragement. He punished instead of rewarded. And for a long time, Anakin thought Obi-Wan was his master. In the slave sense. He knows better now, but he can’t help the small moments of terror when Obi-wan gets angry.

-Obi-Wan rarely gets angry, and Anakin has learned not to show emotions when that happens. To push down the feeling of fear. To push away the need to cry. To ignore the deep sting of humilation when Obi-Wan yells at him in front of the clones. Or worse...Ashoka. He feels an even greater shame when Ashoka steps in to defend himself. However, the things he hates the most are Obi-Wan’s apologies. After all, he was right to yell at him. Obi-Wan is never wrong.

-Ashoka asked Anakin why he seems to just shut down whenever Obi-Wan is angry at him. He never gave her a proper response.

-Vader is both happy, and sad that Rex never turned. He wished that rex was with him both as Anakin Skywalker, and Darth Vader. He wished he was there for his worst moments. He wishes he was still here, as his captain. But he knows better, he knows how selfish that is. Now he just hopes Rex is with Ashoka, and that they are both okay.

-Anakin genuinely feels safe around Rex. He’s one of the few people he fully relaxes around, and feels comfortable enough to show emotions beyond what he should feel as a Jedi. He knows more things about Anakin than even Padme or Obi-Wan does. More often then not, it takes a LOT for Rex to hold himself back and not give Obi-Wan the punch to the face he deserves. Especially when Anakin told him horror stories of things he experiences as a slave, as a padawan and even as a knight that Obi-Wan never believes. 

-In turn, Rex shares to Anakin his insecurities. His doubt of the Jedi and the Republic. “For if they could do the things to you, why would they ever care about us?”. Anakin is always silent then. But he does his best to comfort. Rex hopes Anakin died quickly after Order 66.

-Anakin often overthinks too much. He tries not too, but this boi is filled to the brim with anxiety and worry. (Probably has some form of anxiety disorder). He tries his best to not show it as he seen how much Obi-Wan tries to lecture him out of it, and how much it annoys Ashoka. At least, he doesn’t verbalize his worries but instead mentally prepares in case anything goes wrong.

-The thing that vader is the most angry at Obi-Wan for, is not killing him on Mustafar. Well, the thing Anakin is the most angry for. He wished he died amongst his fellow Jedi instead of the Dark Side consuming him. He wished Obi-Wan saw something was wrong. He wished Padme knew what was happening with Palpatine. He wished...and wished...and wished. 

-He was just happy Luke was okay. And Leia. He is so proud of them, and so grateful that he was able to gain control back before he ‘died’. Now he wanders the galaxy alone, making sure nothing ever controls him again.(Going back to the AU that Anakin can’t die). Finding new ways to heal, to leave the suit once he realize how much palpatine forced him to stay inside. He was still scared, still limbless. But at least he could start, slowly returning back to the way he was. Or close to it. With the force’s help. The force was...almost apologetic for what it did. Even the force makes mistakes.

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[ellie-tarts]

Hi ellieeee !! I wanted to ask if u have some book recommendations? You always have great taste :3c

hi ash hiiiiii

first off! the thief (1996) by megan whalen turner- gen is a proud thief, and his boasting lands him the impossible task of stealing an object of legends for the crown. but gen has his own plans, and perhaps the king is a fool to trust a thief this series is one of my favorites of all time. the first book is a fantasy heist novel set loosely in the byzantine empire, and gen is such a loveable rascal who i also want to punt across the room. and! after the first book of the series, political machinations start to come into play and things start to change as gen grows up and interacts more with the wider world around him. this series is a lot of fun, and truly some amazing pov work and dramatic irony happening as it unfolds

the left hand of darkness (1969) ursula k le guin- genly ai is a human sent as an ambassador to gethen, a planet where it is always winter (by his standards) and the people who live there do not have a biological sex the majority of the time and don't really have the concept of gender. however, ai definitely does, and it's a point of friction between him and the aliens. whether or not this is a queer story is a difficult question, but it is still a wonderful book about what it means to be human and what it means to be alien. and also what is a country and where do we owe our loyalties and! it is also a story about going on a perilous journey and coming out the other side with an understanding and an unbreakable bond

iron widow (2021) xiran jay zhao- i feel like i'm late to the bandwagon, but i just read this last month and loved it! and now i want heavenly tyrant so bad _(:3」∠)_ iron widow is a queer mecha scifi reimagining of the rise of the chinese empress wu zetian. zetian is such an outspoken character who won't stand for anything getting between her and her goals, and the book follows her as she carves a path through the society that raised her. she is a delight. i support women's wrongs

the traitor baru cormorant (2015) seth dickinson- baru cormorant is a young child when the empire of masks comes to her home. instead of conquest, they offer trade and money. educated in an imperial school, this book follows baru in her first posting as the imperial accountant in a country up north that has also recently been subjugated to the empire. as political unrest brews in the north, baru has to consider what choices to make and how far she's willing to go. is baru cormorant a traitor? i hesitate to recommend this book, but i sure thought about it for a month straight so i suppose it can go on this list. it's. kind of a slog to get through. life in the empire of masks can be a string of attrocities, and baru faces racism, sexism, and homophobia everywhere she turns. but also i do love baru bc she is messy and multifaceted and loves to lie 👍🏻 i wish life was kinder to her. im afraid to keep reading book 2 bc i know her life is just going to get worse

other things i have read recently and enjoyed: padawan by kiersten white and the new canon thrawn trilogies by timothy zahn. but these are star wars books, and probably not what you're looking for lol

anyways! thank you for asking mwah mwah. i hope you find something good to read even if it's not one of these. and possibly send some book recommendations my way 💕💕

#i have never written a rec list b4 and it probably shows #but i hope this is something along the lines of what you are looking for #tqt #tlhod #iron widow #baru cormorant #book rec #my post #if there's any particular content warnings anyone wants to know about these books hmu #there's like one essential moment in left hand and it's like. well. your mileage may vary #and everything happens in baru. man. #also #i found this ask in my drafts one month back (and waaaay before it was asked) #and like. why #but also glad i found it #ask #answer