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saintmurd0ck · 7 months

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lakeside dreamin'

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pairing: jedi general anakin skywalker x f!reader

summary: anakin reminisces about your lives together while he's away fighting in the clone wars

warnings: heavy angst, mentions of canon events in TCW, canon typical mentions of warfare, some smut/spice, mentions of sex, minors DNI 18+ only

a/n: to the one anon who requested this maybe a year ago? i saw clone wars anakin and it was over for my brain 🫠 anyway love you guys and leave a comment or reblog if you liked this! 🥺

song pairing: love on the brain (rihanna)

The war was taking its toll.

Day after day, planet after planet, all Anakin knew now was his place on the battlefield. And his role in leading the victory for the Jedi and the Republic, even though their dogma preached peace, not violence. Every skirmish brought a new kind of horror to his once uncomplicated life, whether it was watching Separatist droids and clone troopers alike, cut down as easily as marsh reeds, or the simple fact that his relationship with the Force was dwindling towards something impure. Something he couldn’t make sense of, and would surely raise more questions than answers if he were to confide in his Masters. It wasn’t that he contemplated reaching towards the Dark side, or thought of the kind of evil only the Sith could endure; it was more like an isolating numbness that spread from within, and before long, Anakin felt the cloud settle over his mind.

He was tired of seeing smoke — the kind that billowed in every direction, stinking of despair and lost hope on his front, despite the war turning to the Republic’s favour. It was the sound of unending blaster fire and the repetitive ignition of his lightsaber that haunted his nightmares, and with only the company of his clone legion, his Padawan Ahsoka and the occasional appearance from Obi-Wan, he felt himself starting to slip.

He was overwhelmed, and encumbered with burden.

Never before had he experienced such guilt, anger and suffering — towards his army, towards the civilians caught in the crossfire, and towards his relationship with you.

The secret life the two of you led, away from the Order, felt like something out of another galaxy, another lifetime. It was as if eons had passed since he’d last seen you, and yet the world was constantly evolving — not towards freedom, but into a more destructive version of its past. Even for a Jedi General (and, one could argue, because he was a Jedi General), Anakin had little comfort, and much less sway in which systems he visited and what he took part in. Seeing you was absolutely out of the question, but it wasn’t like he bothered to even ask, out of fear of inviting a lecture from Obi-Wan, or Maker-forbid, an audience with Master Yoda.

At least things like facilitating training for the Onderon rebels allowed him to feel more of himself, and to an extent, a sort of unity with the Council, but all of that was quickly replaced by the more sinister side of the Separatist Alliance, such as the trainwreck on Zygerria. Liberation didn’t exist there. Not until Anakin showed up.

It was these events that really compelled him to look inwards, to not just seek the Force’s guidance, but to use it in tandem with a coping mechanism that would get him through the war.

And so the vignettes began. Slowly, at first.

It started off as little glimpses of your life together, slices of euphoric nostalgia that weaved their way into Anakin’s being. He didn’t realise just how much he yearned for you; not simply the way your skin felt on his, but the pureness of your energy, the reminder that good truly did exist in this world. As much as these images were a solace to his sanity, they brought about a sense of malaise. Contrition, actually, if he sought the Force for the purpose of clarity. Even though it all existed in his head, allowing himself these indulgences felt like once again, he was breaking Code.

But could it really have been that bad, if it honed his focus? If it drew him back to the bigger picture, of the why? Reminding himself of who it was he fought for didn’t erase the atrocities, but it gave him that flicker of hope, knowing that the sum of his actions equalled a better world for you.

And some selfish, miniscule part of him figured that if he could lead the victory, he’d be pardoned when the Order inevitably found out about the life the two of you shared. It isn’t as if no-one already knew. He was sure Ahsoka was aware. Rex, too. He doubted when it came to Obi-Wan, but then again very little got past his Master.

While the memories of you lay fresh before his eyes, they seemed to sharpen at specific points throughout the day; often in the thick of battle, or when he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat, nothing but thin shafts of moonlight illuminating his body. It’s like they were stitched perfectly amongst the real action, scattered at perfect intervals that jerked his body into manoeuvre.

The sweetest images had always featured the lake.

Armed with nothing more but his wits, his back pressed against the cold, wet stone in a cave on Vanqor, he reminisced about that first night with you by the lakeside. The sweet smell of wildflowers carried in the breeze, heightened by his affinity for the Force. He recalled the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, and how the two moons cast their milky glow upon the shimmering surface of the water. And you — radiant, almost ethereal in the soft light, and the way your lips brushed against his neck, filling him with the kind of heat that flooded all at once. Not even the screech of the pursuing gundark could have interrupted this moment in time. He felt his breathing go ragged, because he remembered what happened next. He gritted his teeth, thinking about the way he moved inside you, and how you tangled your fingers in his hair, pressing chaste kisses to his mouth, his chest, whispering his name in sinful bliss. The gundark didn’t stand a chance. Not when Anakin’s motivation for getting out alive laid in sweet promise, embedded in these visions.

His name felt the most natural rolling off your tongue, nevermind that that was truly the last real thing he possessed, unmarred by time and the influence of the Jedi. In that moment, when you’d taken him over the edge with you, crying his name so loud he swore someone had heard, he knew he’d give it over to you if you’d asked.

He thought of the lake again when he was in Felucia, crouched low amongst the sillum. His lightsaber grew heavy in his hand, the ridges suddenly awkward in his palm, but the grip he’d started to lose on his lifeline gave rise to something he couldn’t ignore.

It was another temperate day and the sun had created the most brilliant reflections on the surface of the lake. With the grasses and trees swaying in the wind, Anakin closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force. He didn’t prod or poke, but rather he cast a wide net, a delicate caress, to connect with the life that teemed. It sang to him in a multi-layered harmony, acting as a prominent reminder that the Force flowed in all living things. And when his eyes fluttered open, he watched you carefully as you walked towards the water, your feet crunching on the smooth pebbles that made up the beach. You turned around to give him a dazzling smile, moving with deliberation to slip off your clothes. Your laughter echoed in the crisp air as you dived into the lake, disappearing under a swathe of emerald green, only to resurface in the middle with a large grin plastered to your face. He didn’t hesitate to jump in, to shed his clothing on the spot. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of what happened shortly after.

Sometimes it was hard to return to the present, to remember that he’d sleep alone that night while you were only just waking up, systems away, most likely after another fitful slumber. There were times where he thought these visions would serve no other purpose than to derail him, when the temptation of your touch shadowed his desire for victory. These moments guided him to channel the Force within, so as to remind himself of why he was doing this in the first place. Because it was more than just a coping mechanism. It was an anchor. A thrumming pulse point. A gentle acknowledgement of the life he wanted to come back to.

It’s then that he wondered when enough would be enough, when the war would come to a stalemate, as it so often did in their history. The tide was turning, and he knew it.

And there it was again, that kernel of hope, that ember of light that shone in the depths of his soul. Even reduced to a ghost in his memory, you were tangible, so tangible now. He wouldn’t let the Separatists win. He couldn’t, because there was too much at stake. And so if thinking of you, in these ways, helped him remember that, he wasn’t going to stop.

Not for anyone.

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toska-writes · 1 year

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helloo! i love your writing so much and i wonder would you like to write commander cody with padawan reader, it's after order 66. and as we know in bad batch s2 he's gone to AWOL right? so what if he go to other planets anywhere and meet reader again (let's pretend he already removed his chip lol) imagine how he feels guilt meeting his little padawan after trying to kill her and her master (obi-wan) and how the reader react meeting him again especially looking at her cody sun armor become gray like shadow unlike him.

(sorry if my english kinda messed up, and have a great day!! <3)

Wow, just wow

“Sunshine”

Summary: after order 66 Cody jumps at only the chance to get at least one person from his old life back- no matter the cost

Paring: Cody x GN padawan Reader (it’s platonic!)

Warning: hurt/comfort nightmares ptsd let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 1822

Notes: I’m very proud of this one and I hope you enjoy! It’s also not proofread because I need some sleep

Cody’s head hurt again.

But it wasn’t like last time, he was in control now and always will be.

“How are you feeling Kotes?” Rex came around the tables and laid a hand on Cody’s shoulder.

To be honest Cody wasn’t sure what he was feeling, if anything. Nausea sat in the pit of his stomach but he feared that it wasn’t just from the procedure he went through.

A hand reached up to the side of his head, the fresh bandage felt course under his hand- the all to familiar feeling of before.

“I’m fine.” Cody’s voice was raspy and burned his throat- Rex picked up on this and quickly went to get him a drink of water.

There he sat alone.

He was alone for a while now, but nothing like this. If you went back a few week you would see the small spark of hope illuminating in his eyes.

Cody wasn’t sure of a lot of things since the war ended but maybe it was the illusion of hope that he and Crosshair could escape together.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

Then Cody went AWOL. Finally it seemed that he got his mind right- the headaches and the dreams that plagued him however said otherwise.

Rex walked back in. Cody’s eyes were clouded in thought as he sat unmoving on the table.

Placing a ginger hand on his knee Rex has never seen is brother in such a state. But the way he felt in this moment- finally getting his free will totally returned to him was something he would never forget.

“Hey Kotes,” Rex helped him to his feet and lend him out into the halls. “We found something you might need to take a look at.”

Cody almost instantly snapped back to attention as the pair of brothers made their way back to the ship they arrived on.

“A few radars picked up on some chatter from the bounty hunters guild.” Rex returned to the Captain Cody knows and loves, things were going back to how they use to be.

“Why would your crew have any interest in the guilds?” Cody questioned, a little slow to connect the dots. “Your fighting an empire here.”

Rex stared at him for a moment, his try at a sarcastic tone clearly flew over Rex’s head.

It was one of the only times Cody has ever seen Rex so unsure about what he was about to say. “We picked up Y/N’s location. The bounty for Jedi are unbelievably high and I’m worried if one of us doesn’t get there in time it might go sour.”

Cody froze in his seat, the end of Rex’s sentence seemed to go blurry. The moment replayed every hour of the day, awake or asleep. He memorized the moment when he watched Obi-wan fall from that terrible hight.

He remembered the look you gave him as he turned to you, your lightsaber coming up in your shaky hands staring at him.

“Cody what’s going on?”

“I- they made it?” Cody looked at Rex, the dark thought that he was playing a terrible joke on him.

Rex only nodded his confirmation. Waiting for Cody to see just want he would do.

You wouldn’t want to see him. Cody didn’t even want to see himself. The terrors he’s created would never wash off no matter how hard he scrubbed.

The armor that surrounded him all his life was striped away, just like everything he has ever known. His sunshine was stripped away as well.

Taking a shaky breath in Cody whispered. “Take me to them.”

•••

Your head hurt again.

It was just like the last time, the moment you realized nobody was on your side anymore.

The purge left you stranded by yourself, unsure of what to do you fled as far as you could.

The outer rim served its purpose for now but the empire was expanding, and the hunters became bolder with their search.

Against your better judgment you tried to reach Ahsoka, Hunter even but it was no use.

Maybe now you were by yourself. Cutoff.

You sat up straight in your makeshift bed. The sheets bawled into your fist as your chest heaved and sweet ran down your back.

You weren’t safe even in your own mind.

You watched him fall. The scream you let out as you lost him over the edge. Everyone around you went off.

Cody. Your Cody turned to you next- all around you heard the all too familiar sound of blasters raising. Cody aimed for you as you brought your weapon up, the thought of hurting any of them never crossed your mind before.

“Cody.” You had tried. “Cody what’s going on?”

The blaster that was shot at you was the moment you woke this time. Other times you weren’t as lucky to be spared with the memory.

The sky was masked with the darkness of the night, your clock told you at you barely sleep 2 hours since you tried to go to sleep.

You gathered yourself as practically dragged yourself to the only window in your “home”

This wasn’t home. Nothing would come close to what the word use to mean to you, but it was soemthing keeping you mildly safe.

The sky above never really changed, it was the only constant you found after the end of the war. The only thing you could depend on that would never harm you.

Your head buzzed again, for a split second you turned to your hidden saber, the weapon you couldn’t pick up since you arrived on this rock. The crystal within buzzed constantly in your ear, begging to be picked up once again.

It use to be a background noise that grounded you, but things have changed.

You stared into the darkness for a moment, the lightsaber wasn’t it. Turning your attention back to the outside world the familiar feeling felt crooked in your chest.

It wasn’t really right, but it was something you recognized none the less.

A cloak that you threw around yourself countless times before made its way to your shoulders- masking you from others and you left closing your door silently behind you.

For a moment you thought maybe, just maybe it was your master heat to tell you everything would be ok, to help you just as he had countless times before.

But you couldn’t think like that, like you use too. Hope burned within you as you followed the force you tried desperately to get rid of.

•••

Cody tried the comm channel he used countless times before, he could practically put it in with his eyes closed.

But of course no answer.

He did try once before- the first night he ran from the empire, alone in the back of a transport ship he tried to reach the Jedi he grew fond of.

It was one of the only instants the commanders eyes watered slightly and his nose ran.

Rex was waiting near by with the ship as he walked the streets of this planet alone. His armor was covered with a poncho Rex lent him and frankly it was the best he could do.

He hoped that you weren’t here, the disgusting streets and inhabitants made him sick. But what if this was better than see him again?

Cody shook that last thought. His hand shook slightly at his side which was a nervous habit he picked up a long time ago.

His eyes scanned the dark scenery for any sign that you might have been here, a sign Cody hoped nobody else could pick up on.

On instinct he turned down an alley to his left, this was definitely not the place to be at this time.

His eyes squinted trying to pin point a figure towards the end. This was the only time he wished for his helmet that didn’t seem his own.

Something ate at the inside of him again. His breath was sparse wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. If his mind was no longer his own.

The figure took a few steps from the shadows that engulfed them. The moon illuminated someone that haunted every minute of his life.

You held a blaster out in front of you, but this time you didn’t shake.

Cody didn’t dare take another step. His eyes were firmly planted on the ground as he kneeled down dropping his blaster in front of him.

“Cody?”

He could only nod, afraid that his voice would highlight just how vulnerable he felt in this very moment.

But he had to say something, he couldn’t leave you again.

“I’m- I’m so sorry kid.” His voice broke through his words. This uncertain feeling engulfed him like a flame showing no mercy. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

You stared at him for a moment. Taking in the sight- clearly things were different. The sunshine was stripped from him. His eyes, though they tried to avoid you, seemed hollow.

You thought of two things in this moment.

You wanted to run, run from someone that could hurt you all over again, someone that you weren’t even sure you could trust.

You could try to hang onto one of the only things that you so desperately needed. You needed someone.

The blaster clanked to the ground as you walked to Cody. Your guard was up but the tears betrayed what you were really hoping for.

You hoped that Cody was himself again.

Cody looked up, your familiar eyes caught his own. The tears that he dried so many times fell across your cheeks, and he only wished to dry them one more time.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, his mind left him and he could only mutter the only words that went through his head, as if they could make everything better.

You kneeled down with him. For a second Cody thought this might be a dream of his own and this was the moment that he would loose you once again.

But you stayed.

Quickly you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flushed against you.

Cody wasted no time crushing you into him. You cling to him as he continued to whisper small apologies into your hair.

Through the muffled sniffles you voiced. “I liked your other armor kot’ika.”

For the first time in a while Cody found himself giving an actual laugh.

He nodded as he griped you even tighter as if he was afraid that if he let go you would leave.

“I think I could use some help painting it again.” He spoke a little louder. The emotions still sounded in his voice.

It was your turn to nod into his chest. For the first time in a while You found yourself crying tears of relief that finally someone was here for you again.

This time you weren’t going to let him go again.

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distortionbobble · 8 months

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Royal Flowers Chapter 7

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pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader (poc friendly/coded)

series summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni! ageless blogs dni! canon-level violence/character death this chapter. series will have eventual smut, and just general warnings.

a/n: i am . baaaaack baby! hope y'all enjoy the chapterio. beta read by the very sweet @sythethecarrot . appreciate her so so much and alll of you for reading and giving this story your time :')

“Are you sure that we need Obi-Wan here, milady?” Anakin asks you, blowing on his clasped fists nervously as you wait for Obi-Wan to reach your chambers. He had sent a message an hour ago, letting you and Anakin know that he had landed in the forests of Naboo and would be reaching the palace soon. “What if it puts him in danger?”

“I understand your concern, Anakin, but we’re in over our heads now,” You hum, looking over the room once more to make sure things are in place. You realize it’s out of nervousness, and wanting to earn the Jedi Master’s respect, and quickly look back at Anakin. “But yes, we need him here, even if it’s just temporary. You’re not as skilled as he is, according to you, with the skill of mind-control, and we can’t risk the Separatists slipping out of your influence and realizing that the Queen’s husband was trying to figure out their plans. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, is unlinked to the palace, and his involvement would not directly jeopardize us. As for him being in danger… I have faith in Master Kenobi’s abilities, and I’m sure that his involvement will be brief, despite the necessity of it.” Anakin nods, grabbing his lightsaber from the depths of his pockets and flipping it in the air anxiously. He nearly drops it when Obi-Wan jumps cleanly onto the balcony, moving quickly to get through the open doors without being seen.

Hello there,” General Kenobi says. His voice immediately lifts a weight off of your shoulders. You knew as soon as you decided to take active action against the separatist while also uncovering their leader, you’d need more help. General Kenobi was the most adept in mind influencing. That, you could use. You couldn’t have done these last few months without Anakin, but it was time to move. And fast.

“Master,” Anakin says, striding to Obi-Wan and enveloping him in a tight hug. He hadn’t realized the importance of Obi-Wan in his life— the younger Jedi Knight’s torturous visions, nightmares of the people he loved dying as he watched helplessly, had stopped when he left, but the certainty of Obi-Wan’s guidance had disappeared with it. And when he was dealing with you and the nuance that your task called for, it certainly wasn’t easy to carry on without Obi-Wan and his gentle guidance.

Not that he listened to Obi-Wan all that much, but it wasn’t about that. He lets go of Obi-Wan reluctantly, knowing that their bond is deeper than words could convey.

“Master Kenobi,” you bow respectfully while Anakin quickly checks the noise dampener. “It’s an honor to have your assistance.”

“It’s an honor to be called. Will you walk me through the plan, milady?” He asks, settling criss-cross on the marble flooring of the room. You sit across from him, and Anakin joins your side instinctually before the puzzled look from Obi-Wan has him shuffling further from you until the three of you form a triangle.

“I was so caught up with the overarching goal that I lost track of the present. While it’s true that I absolutely cannot jeopardize my own mission, I cannot sit back and lose more of my people.” Obi-Wan nods in understanding, tracing circles on his knee as you confess your guilt.

“So you need to know more than what they tell you, and be able to have one of your Ministers know how to countermove without it coming from you,” Obi-Wan confirms.

“Exactly. It shouldn’t be too hard to get that information but I’ll need to know who it is I can trust. I don’t know exactly the scope of your abilities, would you be able to help me figure out which ones I can trust?” At your request, Anakin clicks his tongue, nodding at your request.

“Well, we can’t read minds. What we could do is something along the lines of figuring out what emotions they’re feeling when they talk to you?” Anakin suggests, garnering Obi-Wan’s approving nod.

“And as for getting the information…” you trail off, unsure of what to do now that you knew the Jedi couldn’t read minds.

“Well, there’s a few things we could do,” Obi-Wan processes aloud, something formulating in his head as he considers the options. “What do you know about the leaders of the Naboo Separatist chapter?” He asks. You snort.

“I’ve met their leader, but he’s a total dunce. I truly believe that they chose him because he’s easy to manipulate,” You say. At your words, Anakin lights up, nonverbal communication flowing between him and Obi-Wan. It’s kind of cute, seeing him more in his element. You like the side of Anakin that Obi-Wan brings out. It’s like the older Jedi pushes Anakin to be better— to think things out, to be rational. Something along those lines. But the shift is obvious.

“Easy to manipulate, you say?” Anakin says, an excited look on his face.

“If that’s the case, then there certainly is something we can do,” Obi-Wan says cautiously. “Is there any way I can see the leader in person?”

“I know where he lives,” you say, looking up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact as you cringe at the thought of him.

“Why do you know where he lives?” Anakin asks suspiciously.

“Because he was once my boyfriend,” You sigh.

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“Baby,” a sleazy voice calls out from the table you just crossed. Arus Dryskan sits in the booth of the low-lit pub, sketchy characters flitting behind you in the shadows. When your eyes meet his, you’re reminded of all those nights you spent with him, tangled up in the sheets. You’re reminded of the good and the bad: the way he’d toy with your emotions and blame you when other men would flirt with you, all the shouting matches, the control that he tried to impose on you. Part of you is affronted by the fact that he’d even dare to call you baby after putting you through all that. But you set it aside, reminding yourself that you’re in control here. He has no power over you.

You relax your shoulders and tell yourself that Anakin’s here, that you will be fine, forcing yourself to inhale and relax as you slide into the vinyl seating. Arus’ arm is thrown carelessly on the back of the seating, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he eyes you up and down.

“It’s been a while, Arus,” You say, reigning in your repulsion and leaning in to gaze into his eyes seductively, batting your lashes and eyeing him up and down. That should work, right? Even when you were together, it was never about the two of you— it was about Arus, about making him feel desired. You never were the most affectionate with him (largely in part because he’s fucking irritating) but you need him to think that you want him. It’s funny, there was a time when you found him quite attractive, but now, the only thing you can focus on is how revolting he is. He rakes one hand through his greasy hair, flashing you that grin that used to work so well on you.

“You’ve done pretty well for yourself, huh, milady? Queen of fuckin’ Naboo,” he says, leaning in to whisper in your ear. The heat of his body feels suffocating next to you, and the mere thought of his touch makes you dig your nails into your palms, trying desperately to regulate yourself before your fear gives you away. “It’s funny that none of these suckers know you’re one of us.” His eyes are conspiratorial, which you can work to your favor. You smile slyly, allowing your fingers to dance on the tabletops as you slide in closer to him.

“Nobody knows I’m here,” you laugh, “Not even my dunce of a husband.” At your words, Arus raises his brows, a big smile spreading across his face. Sorry, Anakin. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper in his ear. Your tone wavers between the truth of your desperation and the practiced smoothness that you used so often when you were with him. Your hand finds its way to his shoulders, resting there as you wait for him to give you some sort of sign.

“What about your dunce of a husband?” He asks you playfully, leaning back.

“You think that nerf-herder could satisfy me the way you do? I played around with him for a while, yes, but he was so boring. Not to mention how much…bigger you are. ” You allow your hand to drift downwards, teasing him through the material of his shirt. He may be a sleemo, but you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t built.

You almost want to roll your eyes when his hand shoots out to grab your waist, pressing you even closer to him as your hand travels from his pecs to his abs. Was he always such a simpleton? A pretty girl bats her eyelashes at him and he goes absolutely dumb. Or stays dumb. He’s not very smart.

“Do you wanna… get out of here?” you ask, your voice a low, seductive hum in his ear. You can practically hear the blood roaring in your ear, the feel of your heart thumping traitorously in your chest and you can only pray that he can’t feel it. Take the bait. Let’s go.

You have to hold back an audible sigh of relief when you hear the clink of his speeder keys as he grabs them, and you, and pulls you out of the bar. You know Anakin’s following closely behind you — Obi-Wan’s already at his house, you just need to make sure that he gets there. If anyone asked at the pub, anyways, they would’ve just seen one of Arus’ usual nightly conquests.

You keep touching his arm as you sit in the speeder and on the way to his house; you need him to be distracted so that he can’t see Anakin following behind you both. The ride there is short but he’s so revolting it feels like a lifetime— he’s telling you about how he blew up a village the other day and found it so funny. You have to force your laughter, but you really just want him away from you. You’re disgusted— the fact that you had ever touched him, had ever been so oblivious to all of him. Back then, he wasn’t so evil— or maybe he was, and he just hadn’t had the chance to show it yet.

In the rearview mirror, you see Anakin cut into the side streets, a shortcut to his place that would work just fine. Arus is too busy talking about himself to notice, as per usual.

“Let me open the door for you, princess,” he says when you pull up to his house. The second he’s unbuckled and standing outside of your door, there’s a soft thunk before he slides on to the speeder, practically falling in your lap as Anakin looks down at him with a glower.

“Thanks, Anakin,” You say, opening the door and throwing Arus out.

“Was it really necessary to be all handsy with him?” Anakin grumbles.

“How else do you think I’d be able to get him here?” You ask, puzzled.

“Still,” Anakin frowns. Is he jealous?

“Oh, don’t worry, my darling husband, you’re still the only man for me,” you confess dramatically, throwing yourself into his arms and snickering when he pushes you off with a scowl. “Moody,” you tease, helping him hoist up Arus and carrying his body through his door.

“Took you both long enough,” Obi-Wan says from inside the house. Once inside, Anakin doesn’t bother carrying him, instead just lifting him with the Force into the little chair and flicking his finger so that ropes bind him tightly.

“Normally, I wouldn’t approve of you using the Force for such a trivial thing, but the Queen looks rather tired from holding him up,” Obi-Wan quips.

“He’s quite heavy, you know,” you chime, sitting down on the ground.

“I think it’s best that you and Anakin wait in the speeder outside,” Obi-Wan says. “It would be bad if he wasn’t influenceable and saw you here with me.” You and Anakin shuffle outside at his order, sitting in Anakin’s speeder as you wait for Obi-Wan to do his thing.

“So… is that your type?” Anakin asks, looking out the speeder, past the dim streetlights to the clear Naboo night sky.

“What?”

“Guys like him.” You look over at Anakin— at his lean structure, deceptively strong and muscular under his robes— and shake your head.

“No. Not anymore, at least. I really only chose him because I wanted to do something for once in my life that wasn’t the order of someone else. I learned pretty quickly that that wasn’t the right idea. He was controlling, obsessive, and just downright mean sometimes.”

“So what is your type?”

“Why do you wanna know so bad?” You ask curiously, propping your feet up on the dash as you study Anakin’s face.

“Well, we’ve got time to kill,” Anakin says, fiddling with the keys to the speeder as he avoids eye contact. He does that when he’s nervous. Why is he nervous? This whole interaction is completely puzzling to you, but you think there’s a way that you can mess with Anakin’s head the way he’s messing with yours.

“Hmm… My type is tall, melodramatic Jedi who go by the name of Anakin Skywalker and are secretly, hopelessly, in love with me,” you tease, leaning over to his seat to pretend to kiss his cheek. He pushes you away with a scowl, glaring at you when you start laughing at his anger.

“Not funny, milady,” Anakin huffs, crossing his arms.

“I thought it was funny,” You grin, pretending to cross your arms and puffing out a breath in mock irritation.

“Stop that.”

“No. Not unless you stop being a child.”

“Why can’t you just answer me honestly?” Anakin asks, a note of seriousness in his voice.

“Anakin…” You sigh, thinking that you have an idea as to what’s going on. Your eyes dart quickly to make sure Obi-Wan’s still inside, then you reach over and put your hand atop his. “If this is about Padme—”

“It’s not,” Anakin grumbles, but you pay him no heed.

“Since this is about Padme leaving you, because I really don’t believe you, will you let me just say one thing? I’m sure she had her reasons. Padme never does anything that she knows would hurt other people unless she thinks it’s totally necessary.”

“I know that,” Anakin says quietly to himself, the metal paneling of his arm rippling as he flexes and looks at you. In his eyes there’s a softness you don’t find very often, one that’s inviting, that makes you want to pretend for maybe a second that this marriage was real.

“You’re perfect, Anakin,” you reassure him, lost in the depths of his eyes. Why is it that you can feel every breath of his as if it’s your own? As though his heartbeat itself matches your own, in total synchrony with every part of you.

“And so are you,” he whispers. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat as he looks at you and you wonder, just for a second, if there’s actually something between the two of you. You can’t be imagining all of this. But it’s over as soon as it started, Obi Wan’s voice snapping the both of you to attention.

“Milady, you’re going to want to hear this,” Obi-Wan says grimly, the slightest of tremors in his hand as he rakes through his long strands. You don’t know him well enough to say, but the way that Anakin perks up at Obi-Wan’s tone tells you that there’s something big. “The Separatists, they’re not just planning on launching military attacks, they’re planning on attacking the food sources; slaughtering and burning the Shaaks, poisoning the water sources. They’ll have a series of attacks and bomb blasts set up to distract the Naboo Military. They’ll stop at nothing.”

“Okay. Okay,” You whisper, brought back to reality. Your fantasies of Anakin in some role that he would never play are blinked away as terror seeps in, tinges your view of the future. “We’ll need to ramp up imports of food, and be prepared to maintain a completely safe distribution of food. I’ll leave it under the charge of someone not at the Capital, as I don’t want the spies interfering with our stores of food. As for the water,” You sigh, your mind turning furiously as you think. It’s all coming to a dead end.

“We can’t let it become like Tatooine, where they have to moisture-farm just to get water,” Anakin interjects coldly. You look over at him to see that distant look in his eyes and you know he’s somewhere else, somewhere horrible. You reach out tentatively to bring him back to you.

“The water will come later, after the food,” Obi-Wan adds quietly. “Dryskan told me when they’d do it all.”

“Is there a possibility that he could have fooled us, at all?” You ask fearfully, hands shaking as you think of more blood under your rule, more blood on your hands. You can’t take it anymore. You can’t let what happened, happen again. Anakin seems to read your mind when he places a heavy hand on your shoulder, nodding silently when you turn your head to look at him. He knows what you’re thinking.

“It can’t hurt to prepare, milady,” Obi-Wan responds. “But not a soul can know of your knowledge of it. They could strike sooner, leaving you no time to prepare.”

“Get enough food to account for a famine without anyone realizing, get the people in danger out before they can be slaughtered, too, and fend against the increasing Separatist attacks. Sounds like it’ll go without a hitch,” You remark dryly, leaning your head back to close your eyes. “There must be something big. It has to be big, if they’re going this drastic. They’re trying to make Naboo an example, once and for all, and that means that there has to be something big coming our way.” The three of you sit in somber silence, hearts in your gut as worry tenses your muscles.

“There’s a list of military attacks as well,” Obi-Wan says, breaking the silence. You reach for a slip of paper hidden within the sleeves of your robe

“We can’t write them down. A paper trail could be fatal,” Anakin interjects, placing a hand on your forearm. “I’ll remember them.”

“You’ll have to act fast,” Obi-Wan responds. “Their next attack is in two days’ time.”

“That’s not enough time to plan a full-scale defense, let alone having to do it all without the Separatists knowing,” you sigh, frustrated.

“We’ll have to evacuate the civilians, then. And quickly. Let the Separatists attack a deserted town,” Anakin suggests. He’s tired of the bloodshed, and you can’t blame him. You imagine that the blood spilled by the Jedi didn’t often involve the blood of the innocents.

“If we go now, we could encourage them to evacuate with enough time,” you respond. It doesn’t take much convincing after that, the three of you shrouded by the night as you drive on in tense silence.

~~~

It’s nearly dawn by the time you arrive at the small town. There’s a feeling lingering in the back of your mind, some anxiety that you can’t give shape to with words. But you’ll be fine, you’re certain; if they find out that you and Anakin are missing, you’ll just lie. An early-morning stroll would fit you and Anakin’s dynamic rather well.

Some of the town’s workforce is up, walking in the dusty roads, illuminated gray by the early morning light. They look at you without suspicion, just a curious indifference. You stop the speeder, donning your palace robes and get out.

“Good people,” you say, your voice unwavering. You need them to believe you, like how they would if it was Padme telling them instead of you. “I come under the order of the palace. The Queen has knowledge of a Separatist plan that puts you all in grave danger. I’ve been sent here to aid you in evacuating; you are instructed to bring what is most important to you, and the palace will compensate and aid in rebuilding efforts should the town face damages.” You hide your nervousness— you can’t help it if they don’t believe you, but you also can’t tolerate another slaughter. Their faces show no signs of doubt, however; the mere mention of the Separatist forces are enough for most of the galaxy to tremble in fear. The chatter of conversation in response to your warning is slow but steady in its growth; the murmurs of people wondering what to bring, fear of the Separatists borne out of the knowledge of their crimes, and finally the concern for their wages.

“S’cuse me, ma’am,” one man says, stepping forward. You feel Anakin step forward in response reflexively, moving to guard you from any threat and for some reason, it brings a flutter to your stomach. “How can we trust that what you’re saying is true?”

“You can’t,” you say, a bitter smile pulling at your lips. “But the risk of not trusting me will lead only to death.”

~~~

“Six months is not enough to hide your thoughts from me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says to Anakin as they usher the last of the town residents to the speeders, leaving them with the instructions on how to get to the determined shelter.

“I don’t know what you mean, Master,” Anakin mumbles, helping a child up into a speeder as he avoids Obi-Wan’s eyes.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan sighs. “I am glad you have recovered from your heartbreak with Padme. Don’t deny it, young Skywalker, I have eyes and you’re about as subtle as a bantha with a trombone. And of course, with the current Queen, closeness is only natural. You spend every waking moment with her. But can you trust her?”

“….I don’t need to trust her,” Anakin grumbles, pulling on a loose thread on his shirt.

“But you do. I see it in the way you look at her, Anakin; it’s more than a mission. And when this is over, will you truly be able to let her go entirely?” Obi-Wan refutes. Anakin can’t answer his pointed question— he doesn’t know how to, because the thought of letting you go feels entirely foreign to him now. At his silence, Obi-Wan sighs, moving to stand next to him as they look at the open, deserted town.

“I know what the Jedi Code says about attachments, Master. But this… it feels different. I do not covet her, I do not wish to own her; no, it’s that she shows me those parts of me which I hide. She is similar to me, and forces me to be better. I cannot call it love, nor can I say that I can trust her thoughtlessly, but perhaps it is the Force that brought me to her.” Obi-Wan hums, lost in his own thoughts as he internalizes what Anakin said. Anakin wonders briefly how well it is that Obi-Wan understands his words— after all, only a fool would have missed the dynamic between him and Duchess Satine. But part of him knows that it wasn’t entirely truthful— was it not jealousy that drove him to ask you about Arus? Was it not jealousy that he felt when you mentioned having been with another man? Hadn’t he wanted to rip Arus to shreds the second he saw him touching you? Anakin pushes his feelings down, ignoring the churning in his stomach in the hopes that it’ll go unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, after a sizable pause, sighs heavily and nods. “Where is the Queen? You should go find her,” he says to Anakin tiredly. For a second, Anakin feels a twinge of guilt— he doesn’t mean to make Obi-Wan feel as though this is a lesson that he must parrot again and again, but it’s not like that with you. He’s not like that with you. But he swallows it, and goes off in search of you.

The sun is bright and beating down on him overhead. It’s been hours since you first began evacuating every soul in the town, instructing them and helping them pack. You’re good and it couldn’t be clearer to him. And if you’re good, he’s good. Maybe that’s why he feels more self assured around you— you and him have so many similarities but you seem to live your life without that internal turmoil that Anakin knew for the past few years a little too well.

As he walks the dusty streets he can hear the telltale sounds of a struggle, the sharp cry of pain which quickens his feet and takes him to the sight of you. He watches, almost frozen in his feet, as you deliver a sharp punch to Reyna’s throat, winding her before you sweep her to the ground in a move that he knows he taught you. A sense of pride fills him before it is overcome with horror— your hands, tangled in Reyna’s hair, slam her skull on the dry, dusty ground over and over again, until her body goes limp. You grab a nearby rock and drive the jagged edge into Reyna’s forehead, a splash of crimson spraying across your face as you look up to meet Anakin’s eyes.

The look lighting up your eyes brings a sense of familiarity within Anakin, that bloodlust that had clouded his judgment all those months ago when he killed the Sand People. Nausea chokes his throat as he remembers that day, sees you mirror what he must have looked like. And through the fog of his revulsion and fear and regret, he realizes that no one can know what happened.

“She saw us evacuating the people from the town, she knew we knew, she was gonna expose us,” You babble, still frozen on top of Reyna’s body. “She never trusted me, she never trusted us, she was going to— we would be dead if I hadn’t done it, she wanted us dead,” You plead, trying to rationalize and explain it all to Anakin. You don’t realize that he understands you perfectly.

“Come on, come on,” he ushers you, getting you away from the body as you begin to shake.

“What did I do, Anakin?” You whisper, trembling hands reaching to the ground as you try to sink away from his grasp.

“No. Look at me. My queen, look at me,” he urges, wishing so desperately that he could take away the horrified look in your eyes. “You didn’t do anything. You haven’t seen her since you were in the palace, after which you and I went on a romantic stroll. How did she find you?” He asks, hands resting on your temples as he tries desperately to bring down your panic. A little feeling of guilt burrows itself within him as he realizes he had never felt this guilty about the people he had killed. Maybe he should have, and that makes him feel worse.

“She— I forgot to take off all my jewelry, and there was a tracker in one of my bracelets,” you whisper, going to rip off the bracelets. “She woke up this morning and we weren’t at the palace, so she checked the tracker and found us here. She didn’t tell anyone, or she would have brought someone else with her.” Anakin nods, stroking your temples with his thumbs. You close your eyes, murmuring his name in a desperate sob, with a sacredness to his name that he’s never truly heard before.

Anakin hoists you away from Reyna’s still-warm body, the heat flowing out of her like rivers that seek you out, staining your hands with more blood. He doesn’t want you to deal with this, but fate has left the two of you with no choice. He can’t use the Force— Obi-Wan’s natural distrust of politicians, spies, whatever category you fit into would only make his opinion of you suffer. He’d be able to sense it instantly. And for some reason, Anakin wants him to approve of you. Desperately so, in fact. So he grabs some tools from the front of a nearby home, using some sort of shovel to dig into the dry dirt of the road. Each thud of the shovel radiates pain up his arm and the metal of his hand creaks and complains, but he hardly notices for the fact that the only thing you’ve been able to say is his name, over and over again. You’ve turned him into your anchor, and he can feel it, the vulnerability, the pain, the fear that you’ve become something that can’t be reversed. It’s the same fear that he feels so often, the same fear that he felt after killing the Sand People. And it’s then that Anakin realizes, startlingly, that he’d do anything for you.

Anything.

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Bad Blood

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

summary: Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you And time can heal, but this won't So if you come in my way, just don't

word count: 2008

warnings: angst, anakin turning into darth vader, anakin killing the younglings (not described jsut mentioned)

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She thinks everything is fine when they're on Coruscant.

Anakin is laying on her, arms wrapped around her body tightly as his face cuddles into her chest. She can't help but run her fingers through his hair as he sleeps, one of his hands is under her shirt, their warm skin making her skin tingle. She loves how long he's let his hair get, but she's seldom able to soothe both him and herself like this. He never sleeps in, and she's never awake before him, so she's taking in this time where he's not a Jedi Knight, but her lover. She knows he's going to be mad that she let him sleep in, but she can't bring herself to wake him up. Waking him up would mean that they have to start their day, which is also the start of their separate tasks.

He lets out a small groan as he begins to wake up, shifting slightly and rubbing his hand up and down her back, shoving his head further into her. She chuckles slightly, fingers going through his hair once more.

"Good morning." She tells him, tucking her chin in to look at him. He grumbles something into her shirt, and she just shakes her head.

"Let's just call out today." He tells her. She's very tempted, especially when he moves his head to look up at her. His eyes are bright despite the early morning (because even though he technically slept in it's still dark outside), and she can't help but be pulled into them.

"Yeah, cause no one will notice that." She tells him with a small smile, sad that she won't be able to stay in bed all day.

"They won't." He tells her. This is so unlike him, wanting to stay in all day and risk their relationship. However, she heard his nightmare last night, and she knows that's why he's so clinging to her now.

"Ani," She speaks softly, pushing his hair back once more. "We can't. Not now." He knows what she means, but it still hurts him.

"I know," He gets out of bed with no fanfare, different than how he'd been acting just a couple minutes ago. It hurts her, but they've both talked at length about their relationship and agreed that there's no way they can be found out at this moment. Not with Anakin so close to becoming a Master Jedi and Y/N working her way up the Senate. It's too risky, and they both know it.

"I love you," She tells him, staying in bed and watching him sneak out of her quarters. He looks back at her with a smile.

"I love you more." He winks, and then is out the door.

She's never run this fast in her life.

She's got to get to Anakin. She has to get to him before he does something he can't come back from. She hadn't seen him since that morning, but she had talked to Obi-Wan just minutes before. He had told her about the disturbance, about his bad feeling, and she was running before he could tell her not to.

Except, she's too late. She gets to Anakin as he stands in the temple, small bodies littering the ground. She wants to throw up, gasping loudly and stumbling. She falls on her back as she trips over her long dress, breath caught in her throat as Anakin turns to her.

His eyes are Sith yellow.

"Ani?" She whispers, pretending she doesn't feel the unshed tears climbing up her throat and threatening to spill. She can't stop staring at him, taking in the dark robe. It's still him, but something has changed drastically. The way he looks at her makes her feel slimy, and she shakes.

"Y/N," He says back, his voice dark and low. She feels a tear fall out of her eye, down her cheek slowly.

"What have you done?" She doesn't want to look at the bodies, but they're everywhere. She turns and gags. "Anakin, what have you done?" Her voice is shaking.

"What I must." He says with full confident that makes her breathe in shakily as another tear falls down her face.

"You can't mean that." She says softly, shaking her head. She doesn't want to believe Anakin did this, let alone believe he chose to do this. Her Anakin would never kill the Younglings.

"You don't have the nightmares!" Anakin is yelling as he stalks over to her, and she tries to crawl back. She gets caught on her dress, whimpering as she leans away from him. "Every night I watch you die, and this is how I fix it!" He cries, continuing until he's close to her.

"How do you know that?" She fixes her dress and moves to the wall, tears falling rapidly. She wishes she had the power to teleport, to time travel. To be anywhere except where her life has lead her.

"My eyes have been opened." He tilts his head up and looks down his nose at her, making her feel small and insignificant. She hates it. "I can save us now. I have the power that I didn't have before."

"Anakin," She whispers, hoping that if she says his name he'll somehow snap out of it. "The price this power comes at, it's too great." She tells him, as if he can take back murdering innocent children.

"No price is too great!" His voice is somehow booming, his anger causing her to flinch.

"Ani, you're breaking my heart!" She cries, the pain in her chest intensifying with the cold look in his yellow eyes.

"I did this for you!" He yells, but she's just shaking her head. She won't let him blame murder on her.

"I never asked you to!" She finally fires back, but this makes him mad. He narrows his eyes and shoots a hand out, using the force to choke her. A hand goes to her neck out of reflex, air leaving her as she began to raise off the ground.

"I still love you," He squeezes his hands just a bit harder, and she lets out a squeak as her airflow is completely cut off, her head going fuzzy. The edges of her vision are dark, closing in on her. Tears fall along with her body when he lets go, but the airflow can't change the fact that she's losing consciousness. "But I can't have you getting in the way."

It had been years since she'd seen him at that point, because Obi-Wan had told her he was dead. And why wouldn't she believe him? She though nothing of it until he went missing, and a week later she's woken up by her window breaking.

She shoots up in bed, eyes wide. She doesn't have to look far when she sees a red light cutting through the dark.

The room is silent as she climbs out of the bed and drops to all fours, trying to hide. The black figure climbs into her room, noiseless even with the long cape they have. She can see their huge outline, and they must have a mask because their heavy breathing is modulated.

Y/N crawls as quietly as she can toward the open door.

"Don't bother," A deep, filtered voice says. She freezes, because there's something about this voice that makes her shiver. "I can feel you're here, Y/N." Her blood runs cold. Whoever this is, they know who she is as well. She sends out a silent prayer that Obi-Wan will somehow come back from wherever he is and save her.

She regains her mobility and resumes crawling to the door, but it's no use. The figure grabs her ankle and pulls her backward, her stomach and chest scraping against the ground.

"I just want to talk." The sentence sounds wrong with the deep voice, and when she twists she sees that this figure it tall and broad, and she can't help but cower.

"I'm not a Jedi, I swear." She's sure this is an Inquisitor, the black outfit and red saber tipping her off.

"I know." They let go of her foot but she doesn't move, too worried about what they could do with the saber anyway. "If you were, you would have been dead already."

"What do you want, then?" She asks, trying to take deep breaths. She has to stay calm and keep her head if she wants to make it out of this alive.

"I would like you to join me." He puts a hand out, but Y/N turns her head away from the glove.

"Why would I do that? I don't even know who you are." Her voice is still shaky, and she wishes she could be more confident. She tilts her head to see him while still being as defiant as she dares.

"You knew who I was." He answers, but this only confuses her more. "You loved me."

Oh fuck.

"Anakin?" She hasn't said the name since he choked her, even when talking to Obi-Wan about it. Her head snaps to him, thinking he may have taken off the mask to prove it, even though he doesn't have to. She knows, somehow, that he's telling the truth. She doesn't want to believe this man is Anakin, the man she loved and the man she thought died loving her.

Had Obi-Wan lied about him being dead? Did he even know his apprentice was alive?

"Anakin is dead." He rasps, but Y/N can only shake her head. This has to be him. The figure, masked and completely covered, is her lover. Or what's left of him.

"What happened?" She asked, standing now that she knows he won't do anything. If he wanted to kill her, she would be dead.

"There is only Darth Vadar now." She wanted to reply with some witty comment. She wanted to be a bitch so bad, because after everything he put her through, but she bit her tongue.

"Why are you here?" None of her questions are answered, so she didn't expect this one to be either. Whatever he wanted to do, he would. She had no power. She felt exactly like she did all those years ago when she first saw the yellow eyes.

The deja vu made her sick.

"I came back for you." He tells her, but she can't believe him. She has to look away from his dark mask for a moment, has to regroup her thoughts. There's too many; her brain feels like it might explode if she thinks any harder.

"What?" It's the only thing she can say.

"I'm here to protect you." She could almost laugh at this.

"From what?" She screams, knowing no one could hear them. It's the only good thing about isolated living. "What could you possibly need to protect me from now? You've already made my life a living hell." She rolls her eyes and turns her back.

"Everything I've done has been for you! The only reason you're still living a life is because of me." If she doesn't think about it, she could almost pretend like it's not actually Anakin. This isn't the man that ripped her heart open, who she still had scars from. She liked to remember Anakin on that morning, head on her chest and eyes soft.

"I never asked you to." She turns back to him, gathering her courage. "I never asked you to kill people. To start this empire. Did you seriously think I would follow you to the Empire? I mean," She wants to call him by his nickname, but she can't. She feels sick.

He's stunned speechless.

"I was better off thinking you were dead." She walks away like that, never wanting to see him again - as Anakin or Darth Vader. They're both ruined, both murderers. They both love her, but they both are cowards. She can't stand to think about it as she takes a small walk to the woods near her small house, and though she doesn't see him leave, when she gets back, he's gone.

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batfamily)

Birdwatch11 by smilebackwards

Tim hadn’t actually meant to start a popular Batwatch blog.

He hadn’t meant to start a blog at all honestly but by the time he turned eleven he’d accumulated hundreds of pictures of Batman and Robin on his Nikon DSLR and it had just seemed inefficient to go through the trouble of printing them and storing them in a box under his bed when BlogSphere had a perfectly adequate platform.

lost treasure by adelfie

"Dad, I don’t want to do this.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. This is why we brought you here,” Jack hisses. “So we can get paid.”

Or: When a cozy night out with his parents turns into a night of captivity and torture, Tim is forced to seek protection from his worst nightmare - the Red Hood.

Hey There Demons by hitthedeck

Treating magical threats lightly is never an option, especially when that threat tears holes in realities. To combat this danger, a good hero must remain vigilant and in peak physical condition at all times.

Too bad Red Robin never got that message.

Or, in which even demons can't comprehend why Tim Drake is Like That.

Stranger Things

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by KiaraMGrey

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks?

And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Everybody's Friend by AmethystUnarmed

"Hey Harrington,” Eddie calls, as Steve books it to the Beamer.

Steve stops, and is only the slightest bit nervous when he says, “Yeah?”

It almost makes Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

“How’s the character creation going?”

The absolute dread on Steve’s face confirms Eddie's worst fears.

“I... I'm not going to be able to play Thursday.”

God. Dammit.

~~~

Steve's budding friendship with the Hellfire Club hits a few snags and Eddie wonders if all of this was even worth it.

Clone Wars

Standards of Professionality by Trixree

"Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm.

Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.”

5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not

Shadowhunters

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it

The Umbrella Academy

To Be Where You Are (So Very Far) by bobee

He'd thought he'd seen it all.

Forty-Five years in a wasteland and two weeks saving the world, only to be taken for a year by a man guided by his own self-interest. He'd seen the horrors of what this life has to offer. It's all he's ever seen.

He just hadn't known that there was one out there meant for him.

(or, Number Five, the end of the end of the world, and the start of a new one.)

On My Terms by CivilBores

"I did what you asked,” he tells her. “Now, the briefcase.”

Her eyebrows raise in mock-surprise, red lips curling up her face in a sadistic smile.

“You didn’t think that was all, did you?” she asks.

AU: The Handler gives Five a slightly different deal.

#happy wednesday everyone #weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #dc recs #stranger things recs #tua recs #sw recs #shadowhunter recs

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phoeebsbuffay · 1 year

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Imagine Darth Vader finds out you are alive. He keeps track of what you've been up to in these years he became the Sith Lord. You are led to believe he was long dead... Until something happens.

Warnings: a lot of drama, angst... Contains smut, not recommended for minors.

Warnings 2: alternative universe where we have no Ahsoka Tano and Padmé Amidala. Here, Y/N is a character whose plot mixes them both; unburnt Vader.

Warnings 3: Anakin never killed the younglings in any of my stories even as Vader.

Warnings 4: fluffy endings.

Recommendation:"Broken" (Seether ft. Amy Lee); “Pictures of You” by “The Cure”.

***

Intro

Once again, darkness flows uncontrollably. It gravitates towards its victim, ready to attack its heart by surrounding it and suffocating it as its poison dismisses any sight of light.

From the darkest waters, a man arises. From the flames of Mustafar, the one great Jedi has become the very thing he swore to destroy.

Darth Vader is hungry not only for the power to him denied when he was a general Jedi whose reputation once earned admiration from all, but for independence as well. To be set free of the chains of the misled Order he’d been so loyal to after countless years of losses, he is abandoned by all those he loved.

Except by one person.

One single woman escapes his resentment and anger. This woman is Y/L Y/LN. You. Of average height, y/c hair, soft y/c skin and eyes dark as coal, you and him met right after you were under the guidance of General Skywalker. You were not of an age to be a Padawan anymore, you were eighteen, in fact, about to become a Knight Jedi.

Skywalker back then resisted this idea mostly because he thought he did not need a Padawan whatsoever. But after an initial clash between the two of you, there came something. You started getting along.

He got harder on you, despite being very impressed by your skills. You always awoke the best of him. He’d never seen a Jedi as you: powerful, yes, but centered and altruist. Your patience and sharp wit surprised even Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, it was your recklessness and stubbornness that attracted Skywalker.

As diplomatic as you were, sometimes working under disguise to protect a Senator of Planet Y/C, you had your own issues with authority. Not often you did what others told you not to.

In spite of that, two years later Anakin was proud of you: you successfully became a Knight Jedi. He insisted that it was not too soon until you became a Jedi Master. Yet, it turned out to be a very difficult period of your lives. It was when you and Anakin began to seeing each other with romantic eyes.

That was precisely when everything started going wrong. You two had just gotten secretly married when someone set you a trap. The Council expelled you of the Order without a proper investigation of the case. Anakin could not believe the injustice he saw it was done to you. Though he eventually managed to prove your innocence, clearing you of all accusations, the damage was done. Thus was that you refused to go back to the Order.

Despite these circumstances, you carried on. You had a normal life to live together with your husband until the day Anakin went to a mission to spy the Chancellor only to never go back to your arms. It was when the Order 66 forced you to go separate ways.

To you, Anakin Skywalker was dead. And to him, you as well. Until this day… when Darth Vader meditates and only through the Force he discovers your whereabouts.

“By the Maker”, he chokes when he is led to you. “Y/L, you are alive!”

***

Nowadays.

Your POV

It’s been two years, but your conscience does not cease to torment you. The specter of what could have been comes in the form of sweet nightmares that frequently has awaken you in salty tears.

The day the Order 66 had been carried out you discovered you were pregnant. You wanted to tell Anakin yourself: this was a moment where you both prepared for it. You had found an unofficial new job as a keeper of the peace to the Senator of Naboo, something you’ve chosen to do because Obi-Wan insisted and Anakin promised he needed a few more years before both of you left Coruscant.

That was the plan. But that same day, happiness clouded your judgement. You didn’t realize what was going on until Obi-Wan had sent you a trooper of his trust to inform something wrong happened to Anakin. You had to be prepared for what was to come, he was about to suggest you to go elsewhere.

“What good does it do to dwell in what was done?”, you mumble to yourself as you keep walking towards the market.

But memories remain crystal clear in the back of your mind. When the clone turned suddenly against you, trying to kill you in the process… When the circumstances escalated to a tragedy upon which you lost your dear child. And your husband.

Alone in this world, you now wage your own wars. At first, you are isolated—you don’t want to know about Jedis and Siths anymore, you’ve lost too much for either side. You don’t feel right with Anakin’s gone, you are too broken to live up at any resistance out there against the Empire.

You come to the underworld. There are times you sense someone is watching you. You turn, suspicious, but there is no one there. However, the sensation does not leave you.

You eventually cross the path of rebellious sisters whose ship you helped building. One of them, named Seara, is intrigued by your melancholic, closed behavior.

“We don’t even know your name.”

“Why would you like to know my name? I am just passing by.”

“No attachments, eh? I thought we could be friends.”

You feel as if you ghost yourself when you respond:

“We are not friends.”

Yet, eventually war out there comes for you. The moment you all are captured by a ship of pirates is the one you realize you cannot let Seara and her sister die because you simply have no other use for this world.

But it’s right here that your former Jedi self ignites a spark that would bring to you the attention of a very dangerous pair of yellow eyes.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

His frustration is fed when he is forced to acknowledge he’d been made a fool. Not only once as a child, or often as a Jedi, but even now as the apprentice to Palpatine. What has changed? An unposed question that holds a very bitter answer.

As he stares into the emptiness ahead of him, Lord Vader begins to contemplate instead how to get to you. Once the destruction of the Order meant to get his revenge for all the harm that has been done to you, to amend their wrongs and their injustices. However, this was not the sole point of his anger, of how he pursuit darkness as a solution for his problems.

By doubling his power, Lord Vader thought of you and you alone. He wanted to be the one to give you the life you deserved, comfortable and filled with proper luxuries—even though neither of you were excessively materialists. Nonetheless, what is this now but an illusion that is dissipating right before his eyes?

Seeing your suffering—the one that resulted from his doings—does not appease his angst. It only further bleeds his heart with guilt, breaking his spirit more than he cares to admit.

The only way now is to get his vengeance done. Vader realizes it has never been fully complete. Palpatine must die. A reasonable and yet bittersweet thought. Only then, he is coming for you, his precious love. The Jedi who left, the Jedi who never fell. His angel who remained pure before his eyes.

However, he must see you one more time. The temptation is too great to ignore.

What are you doing, Y/N? If only you knew…

It takes some time before he is led to a scene in which Vader promptly recognizes it as being part of the planet Y/C. You are under heavy rain, a grey hood omitting your features. You stare into the ocean, ignoring the presence of storm troopers who are still under the obeisance of the Order 66.

Vader fears for you. He instantly reconnects with you, trying to send some warnings about it. He sees you are startled by how tense your shoulders are. But you take his silent warning and when you turn, you are surrounded by five clones.

Vader feels an angst washing over his body, flowing over his hands, closing his fists as he tries to hold back a scream. In this very moment, though, the moment is gone. He cannot know what happens to you and to worse the current situation, Palpatine is looking for his pupile.

“I sense a weakness in you, Lord Vader”, his calm voice gives the other nerves. “What am I detecting here?”

“There is nothing to detect, my lord.” Vader goes in one knee, ignoring the look Palpatine casts him.

“I should better hope that you are not cultivating any animosity towards me, Lord Vader, unless death is what you aim to taste.”

There is little need for the demonstrations of anger for almost promptly Darth Vader submits to his Master.

For now, though.

For now.

***

Your POV.

As you embark into this strange adventure with the rebellious sisters, trouble is inevitable. Soon, Seara finds out who you truly are.

“A Jedi!”, she exclaims, perplexed.

“You are a Jedi”, her older sister echoes the observation.

You are too impatient dealing with your enemies to explain your current state.

“Just go to the other side. Don’t be reckless, Seara!”, when seeing you are ignored and the other one tries to help, you let a cry out: “No! GET OUT OF HERE!”

You levitate them and throw them at the ship that awaits your leave. It’s the one you find at your disposal—or some sort of it, anyway.

“Just go!”

You turn, trying not to bear in mind the day where remaining troops found you and when they were about to blaster against you, you swear you could hear Anakin’s husky voice warning you about their presence.

How?

Would you dare to nurture hope? Would you dare to give ears to the truth that has been resounding in your heart at the silent sound of drums? Would you?

Oh for fuck’s sake. You know there is nothing left for me, Y/N…

You dismiss this new hope, rather concentrating in the days Anakin was your Master and when he got hard on you.

“Remember the new blows I taught you, Y/N”, he cried out to you. “Rise and resist!”

You would drop every single time. At every shot, you thought you’d get beaten. But you’d prove him wrong. You were not weak.

“Go on, lass!”

And eventually you did. You not only brought a small smile to his lips, but you surprised Obi-Wan Kenobi. You knocked every opponent down, you surpassed almost every one in your trainings

As you look at the countless enemies that stand right before you, a thought occurs you.

Why should I fear them?

What happens next comes in slow motion. Your cape embraces the cold wind that comes from outside. You can hear the protests of the sisters you are now protecting, thanks to the powers you’ve doubled recently, when you managed to levitate the heavy ship and send it away.

Your eyes never leave your enemies. You remember seeing every moment of your life running right before your eyes. Specially where Anakin is concerned.

‘Remembering you standing quiet in the rain, as I ran to your heart to be near. And we kissed as the sky fell in…’

His caressing, his eyes staring down into yours, the sweet promises that came out of his mouth, the taste of his tongue in a synchronized rhythm with yours… How he held you near, how you heard his heart beating.

Or how he warmed your body in tempest nights, when he soothed your fears concerning thunders, when he peppered your skin with soft kisses.

“I love you”, you often said when he laid next to your side, staring into those blue eyes with the same intensity that hid behind yours. “There is nothing in the world that I ever want more than to be with you.”

“You are the stars of my universe, Y/N”, he whispered back, finding peace in your arms. “I love you. I will always gravitate to you, I will always find you.”

As memory turns into dust and salty tears are swallowed, stuck in your throat, you are brought back to nowadays. The troops step aside and an Inquisitor comes, laughing manically, posing himself a threat with a woman by his side.

“We know who you are”, you are told, hands resting in your sabers. “Almost a Senator, almost a Jedi. It’s what you are. An almost who is now about to become nothing.”

“Yet you treat me like a Jedi”, you answer softly, disdain rolling in your tongue, another inheritance of your husband. “Should I presume you fear me enough to attempt to disqualify me? I am not forgetting the wrongs you’ve done to the one I love.”

Another laughter.

“Did no one tell you that vengeance and anger are not the Jedi way?”

You finally hold your sabers in your hands, eyes narrowed at your opponents.

And a sly smirk twitches in the corner of your lips when you respond them:

“Well, I am no Jedi, you sons of a bitch.”

Thus it is the battle finally begins.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

His eyes stare down into the lifeless corpse of Palpatine. Despise marks Anakin’s yellow eyes as he leaves it there, to public display under the shocked stare of thousands of troops and those who served the Empire loyally.

They all follow their Sith Lord with an astonished gaze stamped in their faces. What are they supposed to do now? A silent, unspoken question that is to meet, however, an even terrible end. Their reward for their evil services is dying under the forces not of Vader, who mysteriously escapes, but those of rebels who sought an opportunity and promptly took it.

Disguised under this vine hood, Vader’s mind and heart are far from the fall of the Empire he helped to build. As he concentrates, he comes to find you in a very violent battle.

Though he is proud of how you fight—(I taught you well, Y/nickname)—he is concerned in the same measure. How on earth will you alone defeat two of the most dangerous inquisitors? Not that he underestimates you, but as Vader is shown the fire spreading around the place you are fighting your war, his concern only grows.

“Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, don’t fight them off! Run away!” He tries to yell at you through the Force.

Though a disturbance is felt, all he can see is the tears that blurry your y/c eyes. Nonetheless, you don’t quake in fear. You are fierce, proud, every inch a Jedi trained and shaped to be one by your Master—the same one you married to.

But you resist. You scream, you give the best of yourself, many of the clones drop dead. But the Inquisitors are harder than you expected them to be.

Eventually though, exhaustion comes at you. Unfortunately, it comes in the wrong time. Right before Vader’s eyes, an explosion occurs.

“Y/N!”

His yells could easily echo throughout the dark silence of a nearly phantasmagoric galaxy as he pilots away to wherever you are. For he knows he will find you.

As he does.

***

Your POV.

You believe you are dead. After a long time spent fighting for others’s wars, you are free. You released yourself after being for so long chained to people pleasing here and there, always tirelessly fighting to do the right. Despite the efforts, all you have received from others—except from your husband—was rudeness and unthankfulness.

However, where is peace? Why is there pain in your body, why does it hurt to breathe? You think you hear someone calling your name.

“Kill me”, you hear yourself gasp. “Please. Put an end to this misery.”

You are surprisingly being held into somebody’s arms. The smell of the scent is familiar to you. No. It cannot be.

“Y/N, my darling… I am here.”

The voice is so familiar that you need not much to acknowledge it. You start crying.

“I must be dead then so we are reunited. Oh, Anakin! I was not waiting for you. I’m so sorry I failed you”, you try to speak amidst the pain that inflicts you.

He is so distressed that you cannot tell what really is going on. You cling into him, sensing somehow in your heart there is a different Anakin that is rocking you in his arms.

But he is still my Anakin, nevertheless. My Anakin.

This is the last thought you have before diving into unconsciousness.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

He watches as you recover. Both of you are now found in a far away galaxy, somewhere where a new beginning is possible. You wake up in a comfortable bed, dressing a nightgown. A droid looks after you, though Anakin ensures not to leave your side.

“You don’t need to apologize or justify the path you’ve taken”, you tell him for the hundredth time as he apologizes to you. The once proud Jedi and even prouder Sith Lord is humbled before the woman he loves.

Vader is baffled by how well you took the new informations. For fear of losing you, he might’ve omitted some details, though he knows you know what he did not tell you.

But you stay. You cling into his arms, feeling safe. Vader watches you mesmerized.

“How can you…?” He cannot even ask.

You raise your eyes to meet his. Darth Vader is pleased to see some color is now painting your cheeks. You’ve been paled and your recovery took some months. Nonetheless, he’d been there for you: consoling your nightmares, tending your wounds and those unseen scars that left you a deep mark.

“There is good in you, Ani. I know there is”, you stroke his cheek, leaning to peck his lips. Your eyes instantly blurry at the proximity. “I still cannot believe you are here.”

“I’m here, darling. I will not leave you ever again. I… I didn’t know…” He chokes a sob, trying to look strong for you.

“Shhh, it’s fine. It’s all right. Come here.” You pull him against your arms and there he stays, his face buried in your neck. “We will get through this together, it’s what you always told me. I love you, Ani.”

His fears are easily soothed by you. The proximity of your bodies helps remembering how close you used to be—in every possible meaning—before the bloody war and the Emperor meddled and ruined your lives.

Yet, as Lord Vader comes to find out, even in darkness it is possible to let there be light. Little by little, he comes to terms with who he is—something you’ve always done, in fact. When now looking into your face, he is amazed by it.

You never expected him to change his nature, you did not yell at him, calling him names for what he’d done. All you two did was talk about what was done and why it was done, never judging the other for it.

“I love you, angel”, he says rather possessively, holding you close.

Playing with your hair and gently resting his hand on your shoulder, you turn at him when sensing the subtle change of his voice. You side smirk at him, feeling the same feeling.

As you rest your hand in his chest, you peck his lips, bitting his bottom lip.

“I love you too, Ani. I’ve missed you”, your voice comes in a whisper as you move your free hand to dive in his curls.

There is only a brief instant of silence hanging in between you. No more pain, no more nightmares at long last. It’s just you two. No more Jedis or Siths, but a husband with his wife.

It wakes the spark that for a very long time had been drowned in both of you. And he is surprised when your hand slips from his chest to his pants.

“Y/N”, he gasps softly. “What… Fuck.”

You smirk against his lips, enjoying the feeling of having his manhood getting hard under your delicate fingers, moving it up and down—slowly at first before increasing the rhythm just the way he enjoys it.

“I missed this”, you moan softly as he kisses you. “I missed us.”

And just like that, the dark beast comes out again. He kisses your neck, leaving all the gentleness behind when Anakin, formerly Lord Vader, bites it, hungry for your touch.

“Oh”, and you enjoy it, not only the feeling you have upon his manhood, but how he is completely dominating in bed.

“My sweet heart”, he growls under his breath as he starts to push your nightgown over your head, moving his body over yours. “Fuck. I…. Shit. No, no. It’s not about me tonight. Let me reward you for your good will towards me darling. Let me make you see stars.”

A shiver runs in your body the moment he says it, pinning your hands above your head all the whilst you feel him so damn close to your feminine parts, which almost makes you whimper.

Specially when he removes his shirt.

“Fuck”, you curse, feeling wet in between your legs.

Anakin smirks down at you before your cursing. He gently parts your legs, teasing you as he first removes your panties before moving his hands to your waist, arms and gently cupping your cheeks.

“Look what I made you into”, he chuckles. “Corrupting you, aren’t I?”

His thumb plays with your full lips and you take the opportunity to bite it and lick it as well. Anakin groans, hardening in the process.

“Oh by the Maker.”

“Yes?” You feign innocence when he looks at you. “Do you remember when you taught me so many ways to please my Master?”

His hands slip to your throat, wrapping them around it, but never doing anything that goes beyond the limits both of you once settled. His eyes stare down your nipples: he loves watching them getting hard under his touch. He in fact loves how easily you react to him.

“How naughty of you, Y/N”, he leans his body forward as he starts to touch your chest, hands playing with your breasts. “Have you been longing for me, wife?”

Anakin smirks pleased when seeing you blush.

“Y-Yes”, you moan in desperation, overall when he uses one of his hands to tease your womanhood. “Oh my… Anakin!”

As you interlock gazes, you feel as if you’d been brought back to heaven and the Lord Vader you know is the dark angel that’s made it reach to you.

***

Your POV.

You have missed riding him. Oh yes, you have. Every naughtiness there has been in you comes back with no shame. Anakin can tell the same as you move your hips slowly, taking his cock rightly so, as if he needs to remember you own him. As he owns you. As each owns the other.

“Oh Maker”, you throw your head back as his touch in your womanhood, as every grasp against your body sets your soul alight. “Oh my… You electrify me, love!”

“I’ve never been so alive as when I’m with you”, you lean downwards again to kiss his lips hungrily, famine for him, for his soul and flesh.

Anakin now flips positions and he is dominating you once more, leaving tons of bruises in your body, subjugating you to his will. His moves are harder now, matching your screams.

“Shit”, he curses when sensing his climax.

“Give me your seed”, you beg him, which makes him smirk.

Because for some reason he knows and so do you. That this night is not any night. And just like that he complies to your wishes.

Bathed in salt, your bodies are too tangled in each other to make any distinction. Anakin nuzzles against your neck, kissing you softly as he locks his hand against yours.

You rest against his chest, clinging onto him, never again experiencing this kind of bliss.

“Thank you, love”, you capture his whisper just as you start to fall asleep.

You turn your head to meet his eyes. One is painted with the old shade of blue so familiar to you, whilst the other remains yellow.

“What for, sweetheart?”, you ask him.

As he puts a loose lock behind your ear, you can tell he is thrilled.

“For this. For your forgiveness and your love. For…”

“Shh”, you interrupt him. Turning on your elbows, you smile at him as you wipe away his tears. “I will always love you, Anakin Skywalker. And you will be the father of my children. I’ve always known this. Always. We are a family, remember?”

“Yes”, he whispers softly. “Yes we are.”

That night the two of you fall asleep under the certainty something better awaits in a near future…

***

Epilogue.

Ten years later.

“Daaaaad! Luke got your… Oh, you didn’t tell me we had visitors”, Leia blushes. “Hello there, grandpa Ben!”

Anakin and you have been discussing your new steps as Senator of Coruscant when your daughter steps abruptly in the living room.

“I am too old to remind you it’s uncle Ben”, Obi-Wan chuckles, shaking his head.

“I can see your grey hair though, Master”, you joke back.

“Besides”, Anakin adds cheerfully, “didn’t I tell you that you were the closest thing to a father? But you have to wait for me because it apparently Luke has been up to another mischief.”

You sigh heavily as you pour some tea and surrender to your daughter’s pleas about eating chocolate cookie.

In the meantime, though, Anakin’s eyes go wide when he sees Luke took his younger brother, Ben, to a trip without his knowledge. He would have laughed if he didn’t know how fast Luke likes to pilot.

Y/N often says he got it after me…

Swallowing a laughter, Anakin scowls:

“LUKE AND BEN SKYWALKER! Did you go pilot without asking my permission again?”

The two boys exchange guilty glances. Anakin would be delighted to how cute they are had he not been concerned about parenting—or you’d scold him for that, accused of being too permissive with your sons.

“Leia is such a gossiper!”, Ben complains.

“Don’t say that about your sister. Come now, inside. Tell your mother what you did.”

“But dad!”, Luke pouts. “Why?"

"You know very well why, Luke Skywalker."

As he steps inside and finds Leia following you everywhere you go--and you are pregnant again, so Leia is always talking about having a sister because it's unfair how Luke has a brother to make him company.

"I see the boys get something from their father", Obi-Wan remarks in between chuckles.

You join him in laughters.

"Oh you have no idea how much!"

"But I got after my mother!", Leia protests proudly so.

"Of course you do", says Obi-Wan, watching as you beam and kiss her head. "Well time rushes. I hope to see you both on Monday. There are lots to be done! And kids, behave!"

You lean into Anakin's embrace as you two watch the children saying goodbye from their "grandpa" Ben. It's only then you chuckle and say:

"You think I wouldnt notice that you and your brother were up to no good again, Luke Skywalker? So much like your father."

"And it's time to homework now if I aint mistaken", says Anakin, unable to hold back his laughters before their complaints. "Go on. No candy before it's all done. Love, you can do what you have to do. I'm looking after them tonignt."

You beam as you kiss him in his lips, earning some "eeeew" from the children. But this family is everything you wanted. Everything you and Anakin deserved. And this is only growing...

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (6/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: Anakin (he's a full warning in himself tbh) a little bit of spice... not the substance, angst and tons of it. Obi-Wan being clueless.

Summary: Your dreams have changed from nightmares to forbidden thoughts, and you don't know how to control them. Obi-Wan is feeling distanced from his dear padawan.

A/n: okay so like my computer is not working and I have no idea how to fix it, if anyone knows how to troubleshoot a network adapter driver, please let me know, otherwise this series will be updated very slowly because now I only have my phone.

Words: 2.7k

His hands were soft, as they gently caressed your skin, down the stretch of your arms and jumping to the small of your back. They ever so slightly made a graze around your middle, coming to the front of your waist before they were back behind you, pulling you closer. The smell of him was purely blood sweat and tears, but then again, most of the Jedi were like that, now.

His lips tasted like fresh spring water, and the way they moved against your own was paradise, purely paradise. It was raw, and full of emotion, and you'd never felt stronger for another person in your life. Your signature was tangled in the comforting flow of his own, and it made your heart race to feel his passion through it.

Never before did you hear such a melodious sound in your life than when he let out a noise of satisfaction into your mouth. You couldn't even compare it to the lovely music the people in the city made, putting on shows for an abundance of credits. It was partial to him, because it was him. You wanted everything with him, and though you knew this kind of possession and attachment were forbidden, you were so hungry for it, longing to know what it would be like to be his and only his for as long as you lived. No missions to account for with the Jedi, no duties to uphold to the people of the republic, and no rules that you had sworn to abide by.

"I love you, Obi," your sweet whisper was echoing in his mind, several seconds after you'd said it.

"My little one," he moved his lips to your neck, tipping your head back so he had full access to the untouched areas.

You could feel yourself in a haze all of a sudden, almost like-

"Get up!"

Your eyes shot open, and you were met with a pillow to the head, by none other than your lovely fellow padawan, Anakin. You used the force to shove the pillow back in his direction, but he was quick to catch it first.

"Ugh! What do you want?" You groaned, sitting up and rubbing your face in annoyance. It had been the second dream this week, and now that you'd realized what the dreams meant, you were far too curious to see where they were going, though you knew you shouldn't be having them in the first place.

"You were supposed to be up thirty minutes ago, we're going to miss our transport," he yanked on your ankle, trying to get you to move quickly. You'd slept right passed your normal morning routine, and you had nothing to blame but your subconscious. You hadn't seen your master in two weeks and having been the wise Jedi in training you were, you thought it might be a good idea to comfort yourself by thinking of him nightly before you went to bed. Now you were greeted by these strange dreams, and the feelings that were attached.

"You mean the mission is today?!" You yelled out in realization before hopping to your feet and scrambling around the room to get ready as fast as you could. You didn't have time to hop in the fresher, so you mentally thanked yourself for remembering to do it yesterday.

You were sure Anakin was timing you as you raced around the apartment and did everything at record speed. He wasn't going to help though. No, he was having far too much fun for that. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a smile way too prominent as you tripped over your own doorway for the second time that morning.

"Okay, I'm good. Which hangar are we at?" You puzzled, opening the door and walking into the hallway, cool and collected, as if you weren't just in raging panic mode moments before.

"Five... no, seven," he corrected himself, before scrunching up his face as he got into the elevator, holding the door for you. "No, five."

"You don't even remember?" You mocked him, but not because he didn't know. You mocked him because then you would have something against him when he inevitably told your master about your late morning struggles.

"It's five... I think," he chuckled, waiting for the doors to open on the correct floor. "Hey..."

"Yeah?" You looked up at him with tired eyes, still in a sort of haziness from earlier.

"Happy Birthday," He kept his gaze straight ahead, a smirk coming over his features because he was proud of himself for actually remembering this year.

"Thank you, Anakin... but it's not my real birthday, you know," you reminded him. Since you'd been brought to the order with very little information, it was a well-known fact that you didn't have an exact birth date. Just an estimated time of birth, guessing by how many years you were at the time. Obi-Wan had appointed you a special day, however, making you feel important just like the other younglings did.

"I know," he nodded, but kept smiling as he shifted his hands under his robes in order to pull out a small bundle of fabric. "But it's not every day that you supposedly turn eighteen."

You felt the piece of fabric shift into your hands, and you were very happy to see he thought of you enough to get you something. You looked down and opened the cloth to find your old saber clip, the one you swore was your favorite until it broke a few months ago. He had fixed it, and even added extra reinforcements to ensure it would stay intact.

"You didn't have to do this, Anakin."

"Yes, but I wanted to. You're like my sister, and I hope you know that" he said, his tone now filled with a sentimental softness. It was awfully sweet of him.

"Thank you. I appreciate you more than you know."

You were quick to change out the old belt clip for the janky new one you'd been using as a replacement. The old one was lighter, and easier to take your saber off of, while still holding it to your belt securely. It was a small trinket, nothing of large importance, but to you it was a lot. The Jedi are not supposed to have possession, so the small piece of metal held significance in your eyes.

Stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway, your eyes immediately widened when they caught a pair of blue ones coming your way.

"Good morning, little one," Obi-Wan greeted, since it had been a while between now and last you saw him. He was excited for your first big mission with him and Anakin.

"Morning, Master."

You tried to avert your eyes as fast as possible, feeling awkward now to keep contact for that long. It had never been this way before, but now you'd realized some deeply harbored feelings, and they were already getting in the way of things.

"I'm glad to see you, too. Happy to hear that you missed me," Anakin joked, feeling like chopped liver on the sidelines. He knew better, but he loved to tease.

"Anakin, don't act like you're not the reason he took the trip in the first place," You shoved a light elbow into him, giggling as you found this part of the conversation more comfortable.

"I missed you both, I always do."

You weren't sure why your heart fluttered in your chest at hearing that, but it did. You smiled warmly at him, then ducked your head as the three of you headed to the hangar, which was, much to Anakin's disappointment, hangar three.

You tried to avoid Obi-Wan on the way to planet Ryloth, where everyone was hoping to find the traitorous Sith Lord Count Dooku. You were pacing behind the pilot in the cockpit as it were, driving him out of his wits you imagined. You refused, however, to go back where the others were seated. It did not make any difference to you how long the flight was, or how irritated the pilot was becoming of you.

It wasn't long before you were traveling through lightspeed. It would only be about an hour from this point, but you couldn't help but get tired from standing all that time. You figured there would be no harm in having a little nap back where everyone was sitting. If you were asleep, Obi-Wan wouldn't have any reason to interact with you, and as selfish as that sounded, it was the plan you opted for.

You climbed down into the hull, finding a seat in the corner, far away from everyone else, but of course, Anakin had to ruin your peace and privacy by walking over with a scowl on his face.

"Did you know he was going to let you lead the squadron?" He asked annoyed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He wasn't angry, but you sensed an annoyance radiating from his signature. It was very prominent.

"What are you talking about?" You had no idea what was going on and didn't corollate with any of the words he just said. You sighed as he stepped forward again to speak.

"He won't let me lead the squadron because he thinks you need to. I'm not saying this as an insult to your leadership, but it's your first time, and I hardly think it's wise of him to give you control when you don't have the knowledge."

"And we're talking about-?"

"Master Obi-Wan," He let out, sitting beside you with a huff of obnoxity.

"Right. Well, truth be told, I think you should lead the mission despite my lack of knowledge."

"Really?" He seemed surprised, usually you put up a small fight against him about how you can handle it, or at least ease his mind by telling him you were ready because he'd helped you before.

"Positive. I need to put as much distance between myself and our master as is possible on this planet." You didn't mean to blurt it out like that, because now it seemed like you were upset with him, which could not be further from the truth.

"What did he do?" Anakin glared at Obi-Wan from across the room, already having a reason to be mad at him, and ready to be mad for the same reasons as you if it came down to it. You snorted a laugh, tapping his shoulder to gain his attention.

"He didn't do anything wrong, I did."

You should really stop talking, but your lack of filter makes your brain unable to stop you from uttering pure stupidity.

"What did you do?" He smirked, thinking it was something he probably would have encouraged to the dismay of your master. You weren't going to tell him, obviousl-

"I think I might have broken the code. I'm not really sure, but I don't want him to find out about it," You were thankful to your idiot mind that those were the only words you said, but of course, Anakin wasn't going to stop there.

"How did you break the code? Did you steal something?" He raised his eyebrows and shifted his head, ready to list a bunch of other things if you didn't answer.

"No, I didn't. I can't tell you because I don't want anyone to know what it is, especially Master Obi-Wan."

"What is especially me?"

Of course...

He stepped forward with a teasing smile on his face, and you were blushing just at the sight of it. Don't be weak, idiot.

"We were just talking about the mission. She has decided it would be best if I lead the squadron," Anakin started in, saving you from having to answer your master. You were horrified of even speaking to the man as it were, and that would not pass after today. You weren't even sure you could avoid him today. He always kept you close to him.

His eyes turned to you after Anakin had finished speaking.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, furrowing his brow at your hesitancy, because you never hesitated to do anything.

"I'm sure. I think I'd feel more comfortable to watch him first, so I can learn easier."

Obi-Wan was never not surprised with your wisdom, although it wasn't necessarily what was controlling your decisions at the moment, it was still prominent in the way you guided yourself to make choices on the regular.

"If that is what you want," he nodded at you, trying to meet your eyes, but you refused. He sensed your distance, and the wall you put up around yourself since he'd returned. He was unsure why you were acting so strange, but he would find out. "Anakin, please alert the squadron to the change of plans, I will be over in a moment."

Anakin stood, giving you one last glance.

Your eyes said, 'You're really going to leave me with him?'

You dropped your gaze to your lap when Obi-Wan sat down beside you, and it seemed awfully hard to not fidget in your seat when you could quite literally feel his warmth as he came beside you.

And his told you 'Calm down, it will be fine' in return.

"Little one," he began, leaning forward, hoping to get your attention, but you couldn't look at him while he was sitting this close. It would be too hard to look away. The nickname he spoke always rolled off his tongue so easily, and you wondered what it would sound like under different context. "You seem distracted. Is there anything that is bothering you?"

'Yeah, and he's sitting right next to me..'

"Nothing to be concerned about. I just had another dream last night." You were being truthful, because he always knew when you were lying. You only needed to hide from him the details, and so far, you were on the right track.

"I sense it is more of a someone who has claimed your mind," he spoke confidently, and you snapped your head in his direction, hoping he hadn't gotten anything else. "Made you look."

You ducked your head once more, trying to remain calm about it all. Your discomfort was not to him, but your thoughts about him. Things you shouldn't be thinking of. You weren't even sure if you believed your feelings yet, but you weren't going to let him find out. That would be the end of you.

"I'm sorry master. The dreams have been getting better, really. I just wasn't expecting the one from last night, that's all."

You were very well spoken, and the words came out perfectly. You thought that maybe he would drop it, but ever the good master he was, he pushed just a bit further.

"If it was about the mission today, you need not be worried. I promise you it will go just as planned, and if anything off-book should happen to us, I promise to not let you out of my sight."

You smiled, and he could barely see the edge of it. Normally words like these are comforting to you, reassuring and calming as you're about to step into the face of danger.... but now, you can't help but translate the words into a different meaning. You used to have the most wonderful relationship with your master, and now you've gone and ruined it.

You sensed Obi-Wan's signature, branching out to meet yours the way it had so many times before, and you were tempted to let it in, to embrace you warmly so that you may feel comforted by it. Instead, you pushed it away, keeping up the guard around your force presence. It was far too risky to let him in while these thoughts were so fresh in your mind, and you couldn't take a chance on him finding out. It hurt Obi-Wan to be rejected that way, for he was only trying to help. He truly didn't know what to do or say by now, and it made him feel useless. You'd completely shut him out.

He was about to leave, wanting to assist Anakin with other instructions before the ship landed, but there were just some few last words he needed to say.

"Just remember your training, little one... and know I'll always be here for you if you need me."

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leahkenobi · 2 years

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now that i have you

obi-wan x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: while on a journey across tatooine, you heard screams in the middle of the night. you never expected it to be him who was screaming.

warnings: nightmares, screaming, crying, flashbacks to anakin, exhaustion, i think that’s all! let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hey everyone! i know it’s been like forever since i’ve posted, but i wrote this little number. i promise i have ideas that i’m working on! more fics will be coming soon for new characters as well. if you would like to be added to an obi-wan or permanent tag list, let me know! and if you have any requests, i would be happy to write them for obi-wan, or any other character i have written for in the past. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

a/n 2: thanks @oliviajdjarin for encouraging and supporting me i love you!

gif credit to @hayden-christensen !! awesome work!!

the temperatures during the nights on tatooine were unbearable. throughout the day, you would boil in the scorching heat of the desert, but at night, you would freeze half to death.

it had been months since you had slept in a bed. months since you had any semblance of a home, or even a friend. your nights were spent roaming the dune sea, half asleep on the back of your eopie and trying to remember where it all went wrong.

it was dangerous to let your mind wander to such a dark place. your sleep deprived mind would recall everything from the last years of your life, starting from your earliest memory at the temple with your master, to the last one you had before your life had changed forever.

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having felt his growing discontent, you decided to leave your quarters and try to find obi-wan yourself. your heart raced as you swiftly walked the halls, attempting to feel for him, but coming up empty every time.

eventually, you found him. his expression was haunted as he rewatched the recording over and over again. you approached him, trying to get a better look at what it was he was seeing.

when you saw it, you almost burst into tears. anakin. sweet, loving anakin. the boy you had helped obi-wan raise. the boy who came to you, not his master, when he realized his feelings for padme and needed advice. the boy who came to you when he needed help mentoring ahsoka.

you couldn’t understand what you had seen. all you knew was that anything you felt, obi-wan was feeling multiplied by a thousand. because that was his boy. the jedi were not supposed to have attachments, of course, but that never stopped obi wan from loving anakin as fiercely as a father would.

you stepped closer to obi-wan, feeling for him. all you sensed was anguish and an overwhelming sadness. a hint of failure and blame was mixed in as well.

you wrapped your arms around your best friend’s neck, hoping you could provide some kind of comfort to him after he had seen that atrocity. hoping that he would hug you back and you could feel the comfort as well.

“he’s… he’s gone,” obi-wan muttered out. you could feel his erratic breathing against your neck.

“i know,” you whispered back, stroking his head. you had no other way to help him. what could you even say to him that could make this better at all?

he pulled out of the hug, making a decision quickly about what he had to do next.

“i must go,” he said to you, his eyes staring fiercely into your own.

“i’m coming with you,” you said. you couldn’t see him leave, couldn’t let him walk into danger without you. he was… special to you. a friend, a colleague, sure. but always more. a little closer than a friend should be. more bonded than any other colleague could ever be.

“no you are leaving,” he said, “you are fleeing the planet. immediately. you have not a moment to lose. i’ll find you after, i promise.”

“but obi-wan-“

“do not fight me on this, y/n. i cannot lose you too,” he said sternly.

you watched as obi-wan, your closest… friend… left, not knowing what his plans were, or if he would return.

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sleep was begging to take over. you couldn’t take this state of half lucidity, couldn’t stand to think about your obi wan leaving and never coming back. how he never fulfilled his promise.

you never did find out what happened to him. many claimed he was dead, others said he survived but had gone mad. you could never make peace with the knowledge he could be dead, but it’s not like if he lived you would be much better off. he would be a completely different man.

as your eyes were just starting to seal with sleep, and your body relaxed atop the eopie, you heard a scream.

quiet.

barely there.

but enough to cause your ears to prick up and stop you from reaching a resting state.

you thought maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, maybe you were finally going crazy.

but as your eopie traveled further west, you heard the noise again, only it was louder.

you tried to pretend it wasn’t there, that it wasn’t directly inhibiting the sleep you so desperately craved, but you couldn’t.

the scream only grew louder as you drew closer to the cave on your left.

you couldn’t ignore it anymore, and the more you listened and heard how pained it was, you suddenly didn’t want to. whatever was screaming was struggling, in danger and hurting. as much as you had put your years as a jedi behind you and attempted to move forward, the compassion you held for life could never leave you.

though slumber was knocking at your door, you couldn’t ignore the screaming anymore as you approached, couldn’t ignore the desperate need to help whoever it was.

you hopped off your eopie and gave her a pat. you pulled the hood of your robe over your face and rested your hand on the hilt of your lightsaber, prepared to fight off whatever was causing the poor person to scream in such agony.

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you walked slowly into the dimly lit cave, cautious of your every step. the pained sounds felt as though they were filling all the space around you.

when you turned the corner to follow where the sound was coming from, you were shocked that there was no beast attacking the thrashing form. nothing was there ripping into the persons flesh as you expected there to be.

you stepped closer, and closer.

when you were close enough to the form to get a look at the face, his face, your heart stopped.

you don’t remember falling to the floor, but there you were, knees in the dirt and leaning against the hard mattress, desperately reaching out to him.

“obi-wan,” you sobbed.

he couldn’t hear you over the sound of his own screaming. his past haunted him, even in the solace that sleep was supposed to be.

you reached your hand out, cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his scruffy beard.

“obi-wan, please,” you begged, the tears streaming down you face freely.

“wake up,” you said, “we weren’t supposed to meet like this again.”

you begged him to wake, not being able to take the sounds of his screams.

sure, you would have been sorry to see any person in so much pain, but the fact that the person was obi-wan was a saber through your heart.

you continued to run your hands down his face, leaning completely over him.

and finally, finally, he woke, shooting straight upright.

his breathing was labored, but he was up, he was awake.

he looked around, disoriented as ever, but sensing something there with him.

and his eyes landed on you.

he swore he was still dreaming.

he knew this nightmare, he had seen it often. you before him, happy and healthy as ever, and then suddenly not. suddenly, you were in the clutches of vader’s arms. the monster he had created killing the person he loved above all.

he reached out to you at the end of his bed to prove to himself that you weren’t there, that he couldn’t actually feel you. but when he reached, he was met with solid flesh and wet tear tracks.

“y/n…?” he whispered your name like a question.

“i’m here obi-wan,” you promised, your voice cracking.

“y/n…” obi-wan said again, as if trying to register the fact of your presence.

before you could spare him another second, to process, you sprang into his arms.

“obi-wan,” you cried, his name flowing from your mouth like a chant, a praise, a prayer of thanksgiving to any god or force out there that brought you back to him.

you felt his hair, as thick and course as ever. you felt his beard against the side of your face that was buried in his neck, grounding you.

all the while, obi-wan was reeling with you being in front of him. his arms were slackened, still completely in shock.

but then, he felt your head burrowing further into his neck, like you couldn’t get close enough to him.

and he snapped.

“y/n,” he said, this time a tone of sureness came over him.

he pulled you closer, desperately moving your body. he placed his head into your neck, seeking your comfort.

“y/n, y/n, y/n,” obi-wan cried, and you could feel your undershirt soaking with his tears.

you haven’t a clue how long you just sat there in his arms, sobbing to him while he cried into you as well.

you do know, however, that when you finally could breathe again, you didn’t want to ever be separated from him.

“obi-wan..,” you said in a quiet tone.

“i’m still here,” he said, a whisper in your ear.

“how?” you asked him, feeling your eyes start to well.

“i don’t know, y/n. i really don’t, but i know there is a reason,” he said, and you thought you knew where his mind may be going, that maybe this was your second chance.

before you could let your mind wander to those possibilities, you said, “i’m so sorry to hear about anakin, obi-wan. i’m so, so sorry.”

“thank you,” he said, but didn’t elaborate any more than that.

“was it him? was he the reason you were screaming in your dreams?” you asked, starting to regret it the second it came out of your mouth. the last thing you wanted to do was make obi-wan uncomfortable.

“i…,” he struggled to get the words out, “yes.”

the silence after he admitted that was deafening. you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t say sorry again, could you? even if you meant it? he probably didn’t want your apologies.

while your mind swarmed with thoughts, with potential responses, obi-wan said, “it’s alright, y/n. the memories will fade eventually. and now that i have you… i… my mind will be all the clearer.”

you smiled at that, knowing that you could help him at all.

“i’m not leaving you again, obi-wan. it won’t happen,” you told him, giving him the reassurance.

he paused a moment, as if he was debating on letting his next words leave his mouth.

“i never wanted you to leave in the first place,” he said in a hushed tone.

you felt a bolt of shock run through you, not having expected him to say that. your feelings for obi-wan had always been complicated, but you had never thought he would reciprocate it.

“w-what?” you asked, curious to know what he meant, if he meant it the way you hated he had.

“i never wanted to send you away, but i had to. i couldn’t take the risk of him hurting you because… because… i care for you. so much,” he said, with such desperation, such love, in his voice, that you wanted to crumble.

“i haven’t gone a day without thinking of you, really. i don’t know if i ever will,” he said honestly.

“obi-wan,” you said, a sad smile on your face.

“don’t make me go through that again, please. always stay by me, please, y/n,” he begged, his eyes holding yours and beginning to fill with tears.

“i will always stay by you,” you responded back.

and so you did.

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dameronology · 2 years

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angel eyes (obi-wan)

summary: after order 66, obi-wan kenobi tried his very best to move on from you. it would be a shame if you were to ruin that. (obviously based on the abba song) - 2.8k words

warnings: language, kind of emotional infedelity?? and also angst. no kenobi spoilers tho.

it's 4.11am and i have been writing this for six hours. and truth be told i think i could do more with it but even more truther be tolder i am too sleep deprived to argue with myself. enjoy.

-jazz

Your relationship with Obi-Wan Kenobi had died with the Jedi Order.

The end of your relationship had been beautifully in sync with the start of your relationship, in the sense that it had been out of necessity and a little for your own soundness of mind. It was clear from the start that Kenobi was essential in your life if you wanted to stay sane. He was grounded and smart, which was a beautiful contrast to your haywire, rebellious ways. So you became friends. And then you found that being friends wasn't really an option, because you loved him and couldn't really live without him. You hadn't expected to find the love of your life in the very place that forbade such a thing, but you would come to learn that the universe wasn't really fair. Still though, it hadn't felt completely and entirely cruel when Obi-Wan affirmed that he felt the same way about you. Thus, triggering the beginning of the most intensely passionate and beautiful five years of your life.

Obi-Wan wasn't a man who did things by halves. In fact, he did them tenfold or he didn't do them at all. That meant that he absolutely carried you through the worst of times and the best of times. He made you feel things you hadn't thought possible: like heaven was right there in the Jedi Temple. Sneaking around and lying to the Council got a little difficult at times, but all it took was one look at him and you knew in your soul that it was worth it. All those whispered conversations of leaving the Order together and having a future, a real future, were the only thing that got you through the war. They'd been nothing but a fantasy at the time.

You still remembered how it felt to see him after Order 66. The comms systems had fallen completely and you had no clue if he was alive. It was too hard to concentrate and reach out over the Force. Those hours had been gruelling.

You'd seen Obi-Wan for the first time aboard Bail Organa's ship. You'd never seen him move so quickly; he took you up in his arms, pulled you into chest and just held you for a moment. Neither of you said anything. Neither of you had to. Amongst the grief and loss, you felt a sense of relief. It was hard to say you'd lost everything when you still had him.

At least you thought. Because by that point, it was beyond dangerous for two Jedi to stay together. There was a galaxy wide manhunt for every remaining knight but especially Obi-Wan. His leading part in this entire thing basically put a target on his back and that was enough danger for one person, let alone two. The Empire would have struck gold if they found you together.

Your only option - and the only way to survive - was to go your separate ways. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Mostly because a small part of you had hoped that those silly fantasies about a future together might finally pay off now that the Order was gone. But, like I said: the universe was cruel. Far crueller than you ever expected it to be.

The only thing that kept you going after your separation was his promise to you.

"I'll never love anyone the way I love you."

Obi-Wan was to go to Tatooine and you were to go Alderaan. Your names would be wiped from the records; you'd be given new identities, new stories, new everything. You owed Bail Organa your life for offering to help you out.

Saying goodbye hurt you in a way you couldn't quite explain. The first few weeks without him were even worst: you could no longer reach out to him when your nightmares sank in during the late hours. There were no blue eyes to open up to; no-one to say sweetheart, don't be stupid every time you were about to make an irrational decision. It was like you were two parts of a whole and now Obi-Wan was gone, the logical part of your mind had gone completely.

Maybe that was why you fell into bounty hunting. The danger and adrenaline wasn't that far off from your days as a Jedi. It paid well and no-one hunting the Jedi would ever think to look in the dingy bars and cantinas of downtown Alderaan. It worked in a way you hadn't expected. Not enough to make you feel as whole as you had at the Temple with Obi-Wan, but just enough so that you could feel yourself moving on.

Obi-Wan's words rung through your brain every night for the next five years. I'll never love anyone the way I love you.

Time passed and you had flings here and there; a few dates that a mutual friend set you up, a brief dalliance with a fellow bounty hunter, yada, yada, yada. None it counted for anything. It was all a desperate attempt to find a connection again. There came a point where it felt like your ability to love another person lived and died with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Five years after the fall of the Galactic Republic, you took a job in Tatooine. There was a complete disconnect in your mind between the desert planet and Obi-Wan living there. Hell, you didn't know if he was still there. You didn't even know if he was still alive. It had been a good two years since you’d had any updates from him. The Organas had made a point of updating you at first, but that had faded along with your contact with them. Reminders of your former life weren’t what you needed anymore.

Tatooine was dry. It was dusty and it was sandy and it was fucking dry. There was no guarantee that the quarry you were after was even there. Mos Eisley wasn’t exactly a small spaceport; it was packed with different shops and stalls and clustered with people. That made it the least ideal place to try and hunt someone down.

You elbowed your way through the crowds in the main square, eyes peeled for the quarry. Your hood was up around your head - half to protect you from the sun, but also half to hide your face. There had been whispers over the last few weeks of an Empire presence here. Even though Jabba the Hutt apparently ruled the place, it wasn’t completely unheard of for the Imps to be sniffing around everywhere.

Hooking a right, you turned the corner from the main square and into one of the smaller streets. You almost instantly collided with a girl; you let out an oof! as you fell on your ass, a cloud of dust evaporating around your form as you hit the ground. She took a step back and held out her hand.

“I am so sorry!” she exclaimed.

“No, it’s my fault-”

“- oh, darling. Are you running into people again?”

You froze. You actually fucking froze. That was a voice you would have recognised anywhere - even more so because he’d said that phrase to you a thousand times before. It was always oh darling, are you running into people again? or how did you not see the wall, my love? or just…something about how fucking clumsy you were. Obi-Wan had found it endearing.

You heard his voice and then his face came into view. He didn’t look that different - his hair was a little longer and his beard more jagged, but his blue eyes caught yours and immediately you knew it was Obi-Wan Kenobi. Undeniable and in the flesh. Calling another person sweetheart. He took a step towards her and put an arm on her waist, hand resting on her hip. That was how he used to hold you. Fucking ouch.

He hadn’t noticed you. Not yet.

“Oh hush, Ben,” she smiled, and then looked back at you. “I am genuinely sorry. You’re not hurt, are you?”

Not physically. Haha.

“No, not at all,” you cleared your throat.

Obi-Wan glanced from the girl and towards you - then you shared the same look. It was like seeing a ghost from his past. Actually, you were a ghost from his past. He’d tried so hard for so long to shove you to the back of his mind and move on. It was only in the last few years that he’d succeeded. He should have known that you were going to turn up out of nowhere and blow everything apart. You’d done it once before. Why not again?

He didn’t know what to say. That was ironic, because he’d spent hours laying awake at night thinking about the speech he would give you if you ever turned up again. It was gone now. And so it seemed had his ability to speak.

Neither of you knew how to play it. Did you pretend you were strangers, for the sake of the girl in front of you? The girl, who in your opinion, looked at him a little too much like you used to. With some kind of admiration and hope. Like Obi-Wan Kenobi hung the stars in the sky and wrote out the constellations just for you. To her, it seemed he was Ben. You didn’t who the fuck Ben was. Moreso, you didn’t know who the fuck this girl was.

“Ben, is it?” you asked. Okay, you were going with playing dumb. “Are you guys locals?”

“I am!” the girl piped up. “Born and raised, sadly. Ben here moved to the port a few years ago. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“I’m…here on business,” you trailed off. “I’m just looking for a hotel, actually. It’s getting dark and I don’t fancy staying on my ship all night. If you guys could just give me directions, I’ll be on my way and-”

You didn’t want to be on your way. You had a thousand questions to ask; some about Kenobi, some about the relationship he seemingly had with this girl. Neither of those things were your business. Your relationship with him had ended half a decade ago. It was just that promise of I’ll never love anyone like I love you that rang through your head. It would have been easier to believe he didn’t look at her the same fucking way he once looked at you.

“The hotels here are extortionate,” she said. “Ben has a spare room. He’s always letting travellers crash there. I’m sure he won’t mind if you stay the night.”

Spoiler alert: he did mind. And you minded too. You minded even more than his name was seemingly Ben now. You knew it mostly for safety, so that the Imps couldn’t find him, but he was always Obi-Wan in your mind. Nothing would ever change that.

“It’s okay,” you insisted. “I really don’t mind paying. Besides, I’m just a stranger and-”

“- nonsense!” she cut you off. “You don’t seem like an axe murderer.”

To Obi-Wan, you were arguably much worse than an axe murderer.

“Uh,” he stuttered. He couldn’t say no - the girl clearly had him wrapped around her finger. “I don’t see why not.”

You gave him a look that said think, Kenobi. Think of a single fucking reason.

Still, he had nothing.

“Great,” you murmured.

The girl leant down and picked up the bags that you’d dropped earlier. She was nice. Too nice. Not only did that make it harder to dislike her, but it made you think that things between them must have been boring. Your entire relationship with Obi-Wan had been built on the fact that you were chaotic as fuck and he was the calm one. You’d ruined his life in the best way.

—

You spent the rest of the afternoon traipsing after the couple through the Mos Eisley markets. They were together - you could decipher that much. The girl seemed grabbier than him but you couldn’t decipher if it was always that way, or if Obi-Wan was just playing it down because you were there.

It killed both of you not being able to talk about the things you needed, or to say the things you needed to. There was so much unspoken tension in the air and it was a surprise that his lover hadn’t picked up on it. She seemed completely clueless, from the minute she invited you to stay in his spare room, to the minute she kissed him goodbye and retired back to her own house for the night.

That left you and Kenobi in his converted cave, sat in silence until the door slammed shut and you both jumped into action. Naturally, you were the first to speak.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I could ask you the same,” Obi-Wan shot back. “What are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I was on business,” you said. “I followed a bounty here. I didn’t expect to run into you. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure if you were alive.”

“I am - just about,” he murmured. “I could say the same for you.”

“I wouldn’t call this just about,” you replied, glancing around. “Obi-Wan, who is Ben?”

“Ben is the name I took upon arriving here,” he explained. “Obi-Wan Kenobi is no more. He’s dead. He had to die.”

“He’s not dead,” you shook your head. “I’m looking right at him, aren’t I?”

“Not quite.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you scoffed. “I recognised you straight away. I can see it in your eyes - the way you look around when you think you see danger, that inquisitive glance towards the crowds, the way you hold yourself. You can change your name all you want but nothing will change the fact that you are Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“You haven’t changed one bit.”

“You have, though,” you muttered. “With your new house, and job, and girlfriend-”

“- don’t be like that,” Obi-Wan cut you off. “I had to make a life for myself here. I didn’t know what I’d see you again-”

“- I’m not being like anything,” you rolled your eyes. “I just…do you remember that last promise you made to me before we broke up?”

He nodded. “Clear as day. I promised you that I would never love someone as much as I love you - and I’ve kept that promise.”

“I don’t think you have,” you shook your head. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. You love her. I’m not fucking blind.”

Obi-Wan stood up and crossed the room to where you were standing. It felt weird to be near you again. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug you; it’s what he’d been craving for yours. Not just someone’s touch, but your touch. You’d been a pillar in his life and now that you were gone, he’d felt everything crumbling down to the very core.

“Maybe some part of me was just hoping that you’d wait for me,” you murmured. “I know it’s ridiculous. I just think that you might be the very best thing that ever happened to me and even when you’re gone, I’m still foolish enough to cling onto hope.”

“It was circumstantial,” he began. “She lives three doors down. We met and we got on and it made sense for us to start dating. You can see that my life here is a little lacklustre. I thought it might bring excitement.”

“Did it?”

Obi shook his head. “Not in the slightest. She’s nice but she doesn’t get me the way you did. I don’t think anyone ever will - so I might look at her with affection but I can assure you that I will never love anyone the way I love you.”

Love. In the present tense. Not the past. The Jedi were in the past. The Republic was in the past. Everything was in the past. But seemingly, not his love for you, nor your love for him. It might have been dormant for a while but it was bright as day now you were together.

“I’ve spent the last five years chasing a feeling that I can only get with you,” he continued. “Whatever mixture of stress, excitement and terror that may be.”

“Me too,” you said. “Moving on is hard.”

“It is insufferable,” Obi-Wan replied. He took your hands, thumbs ghosting over the back of your palm. “But you have to understand, my love, that moving on is sometimes not a choice so much it is a necessity.”

“I know,” you murmured. “It’s still not safe for us to be together, is it?”

“It’s not,” he confirmed. “And even if it was, what we had is no more. I will undoubtedly take your love with me into the future but our relationship belongs in the past.”

“Right,” you nodded. “Right person, wrong time, I guess.”

“No, not at all - you’re the right person. All the time.”

tags: @hellotherekenobi @frampuccino @currentlysobbingtofortiesmusic

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casieyfran · 7 months

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IMPOSTER

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairings: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader

Rate: Mature

Summary:

Padme had felt her busband died, when she thought she lost him forever, he return home

Padme can read anakin as easily like reading a book. She's been married to him for 3 years after all. She knows what he likes and his dislikes. Despite being seperated for days, weeks or months, anakin would return to her and he would tell her everything, she was there to his darkest moment and good days, she witness him break down as she wrapped her arms hiding him to the world that hurt him in a comfort of their bedroom and he would allow himself to remove the mask, to not pretend that his anyone but strong, she would craddle him in silent but its enough, he knows she's there with him, that she will always be there. when he sleep she would murmur sweet and comforting words that she hopes that will drive away the nightmares that will soon hunt him. She knows him. She knows him more than anyone. She seen the smile he only gives to her, she knows the secret he will utter in the darkness of their room, a secret only she would know. That he's afraid to tell to anyone even to her but anakin can never hide anything from her, even if he tries, padme will know. After their marriage, after uttering their vow to each other, something had change between them, not just the meaning of their relationship but their bond. somehow padme can sense anakin emotion, when he have troubling thoughts or when he's beeming with happiness, perhaps she become too good of reading him that he can never hide anything from her but she can sense him even far away, even when he's in the other side of the galaxy millions of miles away from her. he told her its the force, that their bond made the connection of their force bond stronger. she will know if something happen to him. Their secret marriage, the distance, the short period of time spend with each other become bearable because even when they're far away they can sense each other presence and its comforting. Its not enough but its a crumb they will pick up greedily.

So when the sudden felt of nothingness, a void, the light comforting presence that always accompany her wherever she goes is gone in a blink - she couldn't stop her knees from crumbling to the floor infront of the senators, she felt hands hold her arms trying to hold her up but as if her soul leaving her body, she become numb, the voices couldn't quite reach her ears, worried faces become blur and padme didn't care because none of that matters. She tried to claw her way to the darkness searching for that light but there was nothing its as if she's walking blind grasping for anything, but she cant feel anything as if it was never there.

Anakin!

Where are you?

Then everything went black.

Its been two days since that accident, padme haven't heard anything from holonet, no news, life continue. But to padme its as if her world stop spinning, she still continue attending to her job but her body works as if controlled in mechanization, She would stare at her datapad her mind blank, she would only utter a few words, ignoring the worry of the others. Sometimes they would find her staring into nothingness but padme tried her best to focus on her job because if she allows herself to think, tears would escape her eyes, her heart is breaking like theres a hand gripping it so tight she couldn't breath.

It hurts so much

But she couldn't. She couldn't accept it. Denial surge in her every being. As long as theres no news, announcing her fear, as long as obi wan haven't visited her yet uttering the words she dreaded. She will not accept it. Because of this padme did not allow herself to cry, to grieve because it would mean accepting it. As long as theres hope

Please

Come back to me

Anakin

Because padme could not bear a life without anakin. They talked about their future, their plans. It will not end this way. It wont. Not when they waited this long. Not when they become the part of their soul. They made a promise.

Please..

CONTINUE READING IT HERE

#fanfiction #ao3 #vaderdala #anidala #padmé amidala #anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #one shot

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shootingstarpilot · 10 months

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Thank you all SO MUCH for the lovely prompts!

Lucky us, AO3 has returned (join me in raising a toast to that most excellent team of volunteers), so most of your prompts will be saved for a rainy day or to hammer away at writer's block the next time such a weapon is necessary--

But.

One of those prompts lodged itself in my brain. So you get this. Thanks very much, @153-centimeters-of-sass, you evil, evil bastard <3

The prompt in question:

Needle or Stitch gets stuck in a time loop, reliving a Bad Day over and over.

(PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS IN THE TAGS.)

Shockingly enough, the Sith temple itself had been surprisingly easy to navigate.

No traps. No ghosts. No vision-induced fainting spells.

Obi-Wan ducks into the (comparative) warmth of the command tent. None of the men have shucked their coats-- it's still Abregado, still well below freezing-- but at least the risk of frostbite is reduced.

Slightly.

They'd recovered the bled kyber crystal easily enough. No pedestal, no case, no honor for it-- they'd found it simply discarded in the corner of a hallway, cracked and bleeding and screaming so loudly that Obi-Wan had known immediately that this is what had called to the Jedi loudly enough that a whole battalion had been sent to investigate.

Gods. Even now, shields raised as high as he can manage, he can feel the tidal wave of its pain battering at him. He spares a thought to be grateful that none of the men are Force-sensitive. To be exposed to something like that-- with no shielding--

Its power is immense, and it is in agony.

That sort of pain doesn't tend to care if it spreads or not.

This is what they are here to discuss now-- how best to contain it, until it can be safely remanded to the Temple for an attempted healing. They may need to break it fully-- kill it, dull it, put it out of its misery, but that is a cruel death and one that no Jedi would wish on a kyber.

Obi-Wan peels off his goggles, nods at Cody, opens his mouth--

And pivots immediately when he senses the bloody smear approaching.

Like a trail of blood left behind after a dragged body, in the Force-- only an echo of life, a memory of it, but somehow still moving-- he lunges at the entrance, tears open the flap-- not knowing what he expects, who he expects--

But he knows he was not expecting Needle.

Needle, who's in his blacks and nothing else-- the blood trickling from his nose freezing to his face in the same instant, bare hands scraped raw from the wind, the skin on his face dry and cracked, and for a moment Obi-Wan can do nothing but stare, because-- he'd seen Needle, just yesterday, whole and firework-bright, what had happened--?

"Sir?" Needle says blearily. He blinks, and Obi-Wan realizes with a slow sort of horror that the tears have nearly frozen his eyes shut. "You need to kill it, sir."

"Kill it--?"

"It's hurting, sir. It's hurting, and it keeps dragging me with it."

The second morning, Needle thinks it's just a nightmare.

He's never had a nightmare before. Any dream at all, really. He guesses it was something during the reconditioning. Something broke. Crossed wires, maybe. He's never mourned it, though, not really, because-- the way Stitch and Helix react, sometimes, the silent tears, the not-so-silent whispered confessions, of warped memories that seem almost foolish in waking--

Needle does what he can. And what he can do is be awake when they wake up shaking, so he can sit with them and remind them of what's real.

He learns their patterns, and stays awake, and doesn't envy them much at all.

He'll take what respite he can get.

And in the morning-- in the morning, when he blinks at the ceiling and promptly vomits over the side of the bed--

He thinks, at first, that his luck has run out at last.

Hands squeeze his shoulders, and he looks up, gasping for breath, ragged inhales, because Helix was--

Here.

In front of him.

Hale and whole.

Alive.

"Nightmare?"

Needle stares at him.

How--?

A gentle shake.

"Needle."

"I-- guess so."

It must have been. It must have been, then, because Helix is here, cupping the back of his neck, gentle and warm and grounding, and not on the ground with gray matter splattered out behind him--

Little fucking gods. Is this what they meet every night?

No wonder he has to keep cleaning the bucket.

"Can you eat?" Helix-- HelixHelixHelix-- asks. "We're heading out in half an hour."

He nods.

He can't stop staring.

A warm bowl of oatmeal is pushed into his hands..

"Eat," Helix orders. "You need it."

Needle picks up the spoon.

Something roils in the pit of his stomach.

"Helix?"

Helix pauses, looks back at him--

"Are you-- feeling okay?"

His expression softens.

"I'm fine, sweetheart," he says, and wow, Needle must look really bad--

He nods, wordless, and spoons some oatmeal into his mouth.

It tastes like ash.

He absentmindedly plucks a fly from the top of the bowl.

Funny. He remembers that, too-- from the dream.

Odd.

Later, he yanks Helix down, out of the way of the blaster bolt that had punched through his helmet in what Needle is coming to suspect might not have been entirely a nightmare--

Right before the ice cracks under him.

Helix doesn't even have a chance to scream.

Later.

In the medtent.

Stitch, tucked under his arm.

Dry throat. Burning eyes.

(Helix is--)

"It was only a nightmare," he says, to the empty room. As if the words themselves can do something-- can be something-- can be, in the end, only a nightmare indeed-- as if by saying it, he can go to sleep and wake up and Helix will be--

(Helix is--)

He presses his cheek to the top of Stitch's head.

All hollowed out.

(Helix is--)

"It was only a nightmare."

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

It was only a nightmare.

Helix vanishes under a rockfall.

(Needle is not a stupid man.)

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He signs up with a different squad.

A pale-faced Obi-Wan comes to deliver the news himself.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He sneaks laxatives into Helix's breakfast to keep him off the field.

The cliff gives way under Stitch's feet, and Needle is too slow to grab him.

He has time to scream.

He doesn't.

Needle watches him fall, small and silent, and thinks he can hear the impact.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

This time, he gets dragged under with Helix, and has to watch his brother bleed out.

Half-conscious. Smiling at him.

"N'dle."

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He walks into the 'fresher and shoots himself in the head.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

It's him and Stitch who get trapped, this time.

Stitch does not smile at him.

Stitch is deeply, deeply afraid.

Stitch is gurgling around the blood in his throat, around the branch that's lodged itself in his chest-- Stitch is reaching for him and Needle reaches back only to realize that Stitch wasn't reaching for him at all, he was reaching for his blaster--

Blood-stained lips move--

"Please--"

Needle cradles the back of his head.

"It won't stick," he promises. "It won't."

A choking noise--

"Please--"

Needle obliges.

In the second after, he realizes that was his last shot.

He slumps backwards, against the rock, and waits for the hypothermia to get him.

After a moment, he picks up the corpse's hand, cradling it.

It takes some time for his vision to go dark.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He blinks at it.

"You hurt Stitch," he says, very quietly. "You made him afraid."

He picks up the fly.

Very deliberately, he plucks its wings off before grinding it under his boot.

"Tell me who you are."

(He doesn't know how much more of himself he can afford to lose.)

(He doesn't know if there's anything left.)

The next four times, he doesn't bother to get out of bed before reaching for his blaster.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

There are so many ways to die in war.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He thinks he will witness every single one.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He is getting really fucking sick of oatmeal.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

This will not save them.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He sets his blaster to the side.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He goes hunting.

(Ghost had found something in the Temple.)

(They'd brought it back.)

(They'd had a meeting, in the morning, before Needle usually preferred to wake up.)

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

He finds the case they'd put it in.

It's bleeding.

And he's a medic.

He sinks to his knees. Picks it up--

The call goes out.

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

"How do I fix this?"

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

"How do I fix you?"

He wakes up.

There's a fly in his oatmeal.

"Oh. You don't want fixing, do you?"

He wakes up.

He starts laughing, one morning.

He can't change his damn alarm, because it won't stick.

And he keeps missing the meeting.

And then they have to go to war.

And then they die.

Again.

He waits until Helix leaves the room to reach for his blaster.

Even knowing they won't remember-- he won't remember--

He still doesn't want them to see.

It takes a whole week for his body to finally get the message.

He's in his blacks and bare feet, when he wakes up, and it's still dark outside.

It's still dark outside.

A faint flicker of something that's still Needle deep inside him--

RUN--

He does.

(He picks up his blaster, first. Just in case.)

He finds the General.

The General looks at him like he's dying.

The General looks at him like he's already dead.

The General--

Nods.

Turns.

Movement around the box.

Movement around him.

"Did he kill it?" he asks.

He doesn't think he's heard anything but his own breathing for days and days and days.

He's lost count.

Someone says yes.

"Okay," he says, and raises his blaster.

Part 2 will be coming out tomorrow!

#shoulder the sky #tw suicide #tw major character death #none of it sticks #bc time loop #but needle is Not Having A Good Time #prompts #send some more and i shall stockpile them like a chipmunk <3

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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The moon: Ahsoka Tano x reader

GIF by ahnakin

Unable to sleep you decide to go on a walk.

----

The moon. It has always been a part of your life, somehow, in some way. As a child you dreamed of seeing the moon up close; you felt some sort of connection to it that no one, not even you, could explain.

Because of this, you often find yourself venturing outside to look at the moon and sometimes you'll stare at it for hours. When you are unable to sleep, too, you'll just go outside and look at it.

On nights where nightmares plague your mind and dreams are absent, the moon becomes one of your only comforts.

-----

The feeling of restleness plagues you, leaving you laying awake staring at the ceiling. Ahsoka is sound asleep, head nuzzled into your shoulder; she looks so calm. You are not. You want to just fall back asleep but you know for certain that won't be happening.

Flicking your eyes down at Ahsoka, a smile falls on your lips. she's so beautiful finding Ahsoka was the will of the force, you're sure of it. When you stumbled across Ahsoka- when she'd saved your life- and when you began to go out, you're certain this was supposed to happen.

Bringing a hand through your hair you oh-so carefully untangle yourself from the girl's arms. Pressing a kiss to her head you slip out of the blanket and step onto the floor, walking to the door and leaving.

---

The moon shines a crimson blue, hypnotising in a way. Your only source of light is the moon; otherwise you'd be walking completely blind.

Venturing through the area leads you to the bench you’d been going to [thinks of when Din was like 'is that a bench?], it’s the perfect spot to watch the moon, which is why you love sitting there.

Leaning down you bring yourself into a sitting position on the bench, and as you stare at the moon, that same calmness felt every time washes over you.

"(y/n)..."

Ahsoka mutters but when she tries embracing you, all she's met with is your pillow. Out of curiousity her eyes open. Nothing. The bed is empty, there's no note telling Ahsoka where you may have gone. Ahsoka glances over at the clock 3.00 am, and it clicks.

Ahsoka is aware of the sleepless nights, of the nights where the thoughts fill your mind and force you to stay awake. Ahsoka can understand this; she has had her fare share of nightmares, dealt with the unpleasant thoughts, etc.

Ahsoka brings herself to the edge of the bed and stands up. The chilly air prompts Soka to grab something, and then she leaves the room.

"(y/n)..."

Ahsoka's voice doesn't register in your head until the seat next to you is taken, and something is draped around your shoulder.

"Soka..."

When you turn to look at her, Ahsoka is smiling softly. In the light of the moon she looks even more beautiful- her eyes seem to shine more than they usually do.

Ahsoka brings herself closer to you, one of her arms moving to wrap around your shoulder; you lean into her touch, head soon resting against her shoulder.

"...I didn't wake you did I?"

"You didn't.". she leans her head against yours. "...but you weren't in bed so I thought I should come and check on you."

You glance up at Ahsoka with a smile.

"Thank you..."

"You're welcome..."

Soon you fall into a silence. You find yourself staring at the moon, like before, and Ahsoka finds herself doing the same. It is beautiful and quite fascinating; the many moons Ahsoka has seen have each been different, unique in their own way, but beautiful nontheless.

It really reminds her of the adventures she once went on in which she saw the different moons. The different planets she ventured through with her former master on missions.

Often times the rules would be broken by Anakin [well, more than often] and he'd take her exploring. Though much to obi-wan’s dismay.

"...you know..."

Ahsoka holds her right hand out. You look down at it, taking it with your left hand.

"...did I ever tell you the story of how Anakin and I got stuck in this cave, and the moon on that planet was our only light?"

"You haven't..."

"Well..." Ahsoka adjusts her position a little. "...let me tell it to you.."

"I knew we should have stayed at the ship..."

Ahsoka paces around the area, arms crossed. Anakin, who'd come up with the idea to explore the area, looks for an exit.

"...aww come on snips, lighten up."

"But we're stuck down here now, master, and we lost our comms so how are we going to call for help?"

Obi-wan had left to deal with something but he told them to stay at the ship. Anakin saw this as the perfect opportunity to look around before he got back; Ahsoka was hesitant, but after some convicing she decided to go with her master.

However they had failed to see this pathway too slippery to be on, so when they stepped on it they ended up falling down into the cave. Luckily for Ahsoka she was able to use Anakin as a sort of pillow so she couldn't get hurt.

"Have faith my padawan..."

using the light from his lightsaber Anakin searches around.

"...we'll be able to get out of here soon.."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, and turns.

"...I hope so master..."

With her lightsaber lit up, too, she begins to walk around. It's cold, dark, and only makes Ahsoka want to leave more. Anakin mutters something nearby but Ahsoka doesn't really pay attention to that; she simply walks around.

While Ahsoka searches around for an exit, her eyes catch something. Light pouring into the cave; curious she approaches hoping he's nothing too bad. Bringing her lightsaber down, Ahsoka peers through the opening...

"woah..."

It's the moon, which the girl had failed to see when they landed. It seems to be what's providing light to the cave. Ahsoka has never seen a moon like this, and she wishes she had because she's in awe. It's a beautiful crimson colour reflecting the colours of that planet, and it has a sort of glow to it.

"Snips?"

With Anakin's hand placed on his padawan's shoulder, he looks at her.

"...you okay?"

She glances up at her master, and when he sees the look of wonder in her eyes, her smiles.

"Master, look..."

Bringing her hand up she points to the moon. Anakin follows her hand and looks up, his eyes widening a little.

"Woah..."

"That's what I said..." Ahsoka chuckles, looking up at the moon again.

----

"Eventually master- eventually obi-wan found us but he didn't actually scold us for leaving even though I was going to say it was Anakin's idea.."

Ahsoka smiles thinking back. You find it precious seeing how fondly she looks back on the memories. That despite going through so much she can look back on those memories and smile, which you really admire.

""I love that story..."

"Me too..." she sighs, looking at you again. "...thank you, for listening.."

She leans down and presses a soft kiss to your head and then leans her head back on yours.

"You're welcome..." you reply, pulling your eyes away from her to look at the moon again.

#ahsoka tano #ahsoka tano x reader #star wars #the mandalorian #rosario dawson #cute

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