#obi wan x teen!reader

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,031

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

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Hondo, negotiating with Obi-Wan: We have Y/N. Give us ten thousand credits and they will be returned to you unharmed

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Remembering Normal

Warnings: slight Obi-Wan spoilers (takes place before ep 1 so it’s just information you would be getting from there), mentions of Order 66, mentions of character death, hints of ptsd, nightmares, slight cursing, crappy guys, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x teen reader

Requests: HEY THERE, can I request Obi Wan conforting his padawan that had a heartbreak for the first time? Thank youuu

Oh boy am I glad I stumbled upon your blog, I've been dying for obiwan x platonic!reader (where reader is obi wans padawan but he also kinda raised her so its almost father/daughter like, same age range around ashoka) and it's so difficult to find 🥺 Could I get like a post order 66 where obiwan as deciding to go to tatooine and they send reader with him? Really I'm fine with anything, from that or the show but with reader added in, I'm craving so much lol. And pls tag me in any that you do!

(Sorry if this wasn’t what either of you had in mind- if you don’t like it then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)

Requests by: @ensheass @fabulousapple

*not my gif*

Summary: After everything the two of you had been through, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he raised you

A/N: This is a mess- it’s all over the place; also, a very special thanks to @lemonadeandkoolaid for motivating me to do this lol

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan turned his head to the side, brown eyes locking onto your steadily breathing form immediately.

He let himself stay on the bed for another minute, eyes already ridding themselves off the sleepy state that he had just been in as whatever dreams he had been having faded away.

He couldn’t help the small feeling of gratitude that welled up in his chest. You hadn’t woken up because of another nightmare last night. For the past week you had been waking up every night screaming, flashbacks of that terrible day playing on repeat in your mind.

More than anything, he wished that he could just wave his hand and make them go away. Make you forget everything that you were forced to go through. At such a young age nonetheless.

Letting out a long sigh that partially sounded like a groan, the ex Jedi swung his feet over the side of his bed and ran his hands down his face.

Time for another day.

Lazily, he walked over to your bed, shaking your left leg slightly to wake you up, feeling slightly guilty as he did so because you had finally been able to get some sleep.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sat up in a jolt, wide eyes whipping around the room before they landed on a calm and collected Obi-Wan.

“Time to get up.” He said, voice slightly groggy still, ignoring your reaction.

With a small hum, you nodded and swung your legs over the side of your bed, running your hands down your face. Repeating the exact process that the man had done just moments before.

“We have the early shift today.” He reminded you softly, moving to your makeshift kitchen area and beginning to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

This emitted a small groan on your part, and he subconsciously let a small smile grow on his face.

“How did you sleep?” You asked quietly, pushing yourself off the hard surface that you called your bed.

“As well as expected.” Came his reply before a slight pause, as if hesitating, “You?”

You quieted, coming to stand next to him at the counter and began helping with the food, “Fine.” You said, forcing a smile onto your face as you glanced at him.

He looked at you suspiciously, but didn’t push it, which you were beyond grateful for.

In truth, you had woken up in the middle of the night because of another nightmare, but you had caught yourself before you could start screaming, trying to give Obi-Wan as much sleep as he could get.

Luckily for you, the topic seemed to fly right out of his mind as soon as the food was ready.

You had met Obi-Wan Kenobi at the mere age of four, being one of the youngest force-sensitive children ever to be sent out as a padawan learner.

When the Jedi master had first seen you, he thought that you were far too young for anything like that, but he soon learned that you were far beyond your years in terms of controlling the force.

It was no secret that he had grown fond of you immediately, taking you under his wing and caring for you more than other masters seemed to care about their padawans.

He would go out of his way to make sure that you had enough ration packs each day, keep watch at night if it meant that you could sleep, and constantly worrying about you when the two of you were sent on missions.

In a way, he felt like he had raised you.

Then Order 66 happened a year later, and everything you had ever known broke apart before your very eyes.

Within hours the Jedi Temple was gone, dead bodies littered across every hallway and in every room. The clones- your friends- had turned on you and your master while in the middle of a mission, trying to kill the two of you. The senator Padame Amidala, who you considered a friend, was said to have died while giving birth to twins. And Anakin Skywalker, a fellow master of yours, was rumored to have gone to the dark side before he was stopped by a very powerful Jedi Knight.

So when Obi-Wan said that he was going to Tatooine to watch over young Luke, you of course joined him, having absolutely nobody- and nowhere- left to go to.

To that day you still couldn’t grasp onto what had happened, waking up everyday to hoping that it was just a nightmare and you were really on a mission with Obi-Wan and Anakin, doing what you were supposed to do. Taking down the Sith to save the Galaxy.

Because even though it was a war, it was all that you had ever known and it gave you a sense of familiarity when you thought about it.

But everyday you woke up to disappointment.

The two of you began to eat your food in silence, each too consumed by your own thoughts to even attempt to make small talk, not that you guys had to anymore. You could pretty much tell what the other was thinking by just looking at them. That’s what happened when you spent so much time with a single person.

Afterwards, you each finished getting ready for the day and wordlessly went on your way.

You were both silent on the way to work, when you got there, while you were working, and on the way back to town.

What was there to speak about? You both saw each other every day, nothing new was happening with either of you that the other didn’t know about. No longer did you two have to discuss battle strategies or study maps until they were engraved in your mind.

People in the town would often whisper about you two.

The man and the teenager who were never seen apart, silently walking side by side. Her eyes sharp and his tired. Him moving in front of her protectively at the first sight of even a little bit of danger. Her being the one to do the talking if either of them ever had to. Both of them disappearing to wherever they lived at the end of the day, not to be seen again until they have to leave for work the next day.

The supposed father and daughter. Nobody knew their exact relationship, but they could only be left to assume after absolutely no information on them whatsoever.

Of course, neither of you knew about these whispers. Thinking that you were practically invisible to the town, not knowing that you’re the ones that the children made up stories about and the adults gossiped about.

And though both of you had lived there for ten years, and these people had seen you grow up from being a little girl, they still almost never tried to approach either of you.

“I’ll go get us some dinner.” You said quietly, not really finding the point in speaking up any louder.

Obi-Wan nodded, trusting you to be out on your own as he decided to focus on getting some new gloves, seeing how his were torn apart.

You floated through the crowds, not really noticing or caring that people parted for you slightly, and whispers of your name were leaving people's lips.

Your fake name, that is. You had to change it when you moved there, afraid that someone would find out who you truly were.

You made your way inside a small store, one of the very few that was able to afford an indoor shop, and began grabbing a couple of essentials for the rest of the week, before making your way over to a worker to pay.

The worker was a boy around your age from the looks of it, and he straightened up his slouched stance as soon as he saw you approach.

“I’ll just take these, please.” You said softly and politely.

When you and your master had moved to that planet, you had done everything in your power to lay low and that even meant changing your normally confident demeanor of your five year old self, into a shy and quiet one as to not bring attention to yourself.

And as time went on, you supposed that what you were pretending to be actually became a part of you, because you knew almost nothing else, your memory had begun to give out on you and you remembered less and less of what your life used to be like.

The boys mouth dropped open, probably not having expected you to talk, “Oh, uhh.- yes-right. Yes, that will be seven credits.” He stumbled a little over his words and you had to stifle a giggle.

A small smile appeared to have made its way onto your face though, and when the boy saw this a large grin grew on his own face.

You almost never smiled anymore, you couldn’t remember the last time you did that wasn’t with Obi-Wan. And even when you did with him, it was very brief and never lasted long because there wasn’t much in you lives to smile about.

Without dropping the smile, you handed him the credits and with a small ‘thank you’, you turned to walk away, but were stopped when you heard him call after you.

“Wait!” You turned, a little surprised, and saw him standing there, rubbing his hand up and down his neck, “I was just wondering if you- you know… wanted to meet up some time.”

This time, you were very surprised, and you let it show on your face.

“I mean, only if you want to.” He rushed out, eyes quickly widening in panic, “I get off of my shift in a couple hours and we can go to the cantina if you want!”

A slow smile made its way onto your expression, “Sure, that sounds nice.” You had no idea what was going on, but you couldn’t exactly say that you hated it. And what was wrong with making a friend?

“Great!” He proceeded to tell you the time he would be there and then ask you if you would be free then.

“Yes! I’m definitely free then-“ Before you could continue, you were cut off by another voice.

“There you are.” Obi-Wan's voice held a sharpness that you hadn’t heard in a long time. His back was tense and his eyes were hard, “You were taking a long time.”

If you hadn’t been surprised before, you sure as hell were now. He hadn’t used that tone with you since the war when you did something reckless (he hadn’t needed to after that because of how quickly you grew up and matured), never mind in front of another person, the ones that you two were supposed to be laying low in front of.

“Ben.” You said in surprise, the name still sounding forgein to you no matter how many times you have said it, “I was just-“

“Come on.” His voice was stern, and he was glaring slightly at the new boy who you were still yet to know the name of, “We need to go home.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The boy piped up - and judging by Obi-Wans state- stupidly.

The man’s glare deepened, “I wasn’t speaking to you.” He practically hissed through gritted teeth.

Trying to shake off your confusion, you looked up at Obi-Wan, grabbing his arm gently and beginning to pull him away.

Whatever was happening was so… unlike him, and you almost felt like you couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of you when you looked over at him. He was wearing a look that you hadn’t remembered seeing since the time of the war.

Finally breaking his gaze away from the boy, he stomped off ahead of you, leaving you to try and jog to catch up with him, neither one of you sparing a look at the confused- and now slightly horrified- boy who was trying to figure out what had just happened.

The whole way back to your home, you had attempted to interrogate him about what had just happened, but he simply shrugged you off every time. Leaving you to eventually just give up.

By the time you had gotten back, you had made the decision to give him the silent treatment until he told you what was going on, and so far he wasn’t giving in. So neither were you.

When Obi-Wan had asked you if you wanted to accompany him to watch over Luke, you had just stared back at him blankly until he sighed and went by himself.

You were grateful that he didn’t push it, because then you could have time to yourself to sneak away and meet up with the boy. If Obi-Wan had a problem with it, then he should have just told you what was bothering him. Now he can live with the consequences of his actions.

With that, you changed into the nicest clothes that you owned- which weren’t much considering you didn’t need a lot while living on a desert planet while trying to lay low.

Giving yourself a nod of satisfaction, you made your way back into town and to the place where the boy had told you to meet him.

The cantina was a decent size, not as big as some you've been to, but not exactly as small either. It was pretty good considering the planet that you were on.

As soon as you had walked in, you had scanned the restaurant, only to come up empty handed when there was no sight of him.

You determined that you were probably just a few minutes early, and took a seat in the back corner facing the door so that you could see each other when he came in.

A droid had come over to ask for your order, but you had politely told it that you would just be waiting for someone and as soon as he came you would order.

You waited for half the night.

By that point you had become so aware of all the people whispering to one another, glancing and pointing at you. The girl who wouldn’t order because she was supposedly waiting for someone that was clearly never going to come.

So with as much dignity as you could muster, you stood straight up and walked out the door, keeping your chin raised and eyes forward, refusing to let people see how you were really feeling inside. Hiding your emotions from them.

Though you were young, you knew that people around your age all over the Galaxy had already experienced this type of thing a million times. But you weren’t like those people.

You were raised your whole life being told to have no attachments, and though you weren’t attached to that boy, you grew to realize that you had subconsciously become attached to the idea of having a friend- having anything normal.

So with an unsettling feeling in both your stomach and your heart, you trekked back to your home, head down and lost in deep thoughts.

As soon as you stepped in through the door, your eyes snapped up in surprise to see Obi-Wan pacing back and forth between the walls. Normally the two of you would camp out just outside of Luke's aunt and uncle's farm if you were watching over him and it got too late. So you hadn’t been expecting to see him back.

“Obi-“ He cut you off sharply.

“Where have you been?” He demanded, coming to a halt in front of you, and it wasn’t hard to detect the worry in his voice and face. Then a look of realization crossed his face, “You were meeting that boy weren’t you?” An indecipherable look appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but look away.

“Save the lecture.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “He didn’t even show up.”

Obi-Wan felt his face and heart soften at hearing this, and he sighed before striding over to your side, seeing past your tough exterior. Looking - almost into your soul- and into the part of you that was hurting. In pain.

“I’m sorry.”

The sincerity on his voice made your eyes snap up to meet his, and for the first time since before you could remember, you felt your eyes well up in tears over something that had nothing to do with the war.

“I just wanted to be normal.” Your voice cracked and Obi-Wan felt a sadness swallow him up as well as a sense of guilt, it was probably his fault the boy didn’t show anyway.

“I know.” He mumbled, pulling you to his chest soothingly, gently rocking the two of you back and forth, “I know. I’m sorry.” He continued to mumble into your hair, placing a gentle kiss in it.

There were two things that Obi-Wan knew about his life at that moment. One of those things was that things would never go back to how they used to be. With the Jedi. With Anakin. Without the Empire. And the other thing was that no matter how old the two of you would get, Obi-Wan would do everything he could to look out for you. Just like he had for as long as you could remember.

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Only you

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Why would you ask that?

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You are my friend, right?

Even in Death...

Forget

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My Very Soul (Chapter 34)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 33

Warnings: a bit of sad reader, a bit of angsty Anakin, FLUFF, clandestine love affair bullshit!! and a very subtle implied *you know* at the very end (rated teen as always)

Summary: Your training with Obi-Wan constitutes a new beginning; you and Anakin reckon with the fight you had after Felucia (WE HAVE NEW CLONE WARS ANAKIN GIFS TO USE I'm screaming)

Word Count: 4.2k

You felt the crisp, cool, morning air of the Temple hit your face like a bucket of water, as if the wind wanted to keep you awake and upright. You walked slowly through the hallways, focusing on your breathing, on the cold air, the hard marble beneath your feet, on anything but the whispered conversations you heard around you. Not heard—felt. You knew that the few Jedi you passed in the halls were not responsible for the accumulation of the voices in your head. This was just how it was for you, now—you couldn't help but pick up too much, like you were receiver that was too sensitive, picking up too many transmission signals.

It was easier to ignore the feel of all of the whispering voices than it was to ignore the pain you felt in your entire being. Walking through the Temple halls, even, felt like walking through thick, piling sand, your limbs aching. But you knew you mustn't focus on the pain—the pain of your grief, still so heavy, or the pain that twinged in your mind as you thought about the fight you'd had with Anakin last night—you mustn't let it consume you. You had work to do.

You felt horribly guilty for how you had shouted at Anakin the previous evening, how you had pushed him away, how you had told him to get out. Not that he had listened; he'd held you all through the night, and even after you'd calmed enough to dose, you still felt the guilt of it in your veins. So, when you'd awoken to the coruscanti light streaming in through the window slats, and you'd seen Anakin fast asleep, his peaceful, beautiful face finally at ease, you knew it wouldn't be right to wake him. You'd taken one last look at his face, admiring the shape of his jaw, his eyebrows slightly downturned in sleep, his eyelashes that shown blonde in the morning light, before you'd slipped out from under the covers and donned your robe, holstering your lightsaber before sneaking out of your apartment.

There would be time to apologize later. Now, you knew, you needed to clear your mind. You kept walking. As you passed the archives, something that you had been thinking about since you had returned from Felucia flashed through your head. Later, you told yourself, turning to look ahead and stilling yourself for what was to come.

You stopped outside the meditation chambers. You knew you didn't need to knock—knew that he would sense your presence. And, as you heaved another sigh, working to keep your body upright, fighting the weight of that ever-present grief, you heard his quiet voice.

"Enter," Obi-Wan said, and you pushed the button on the panel on the wall, walking slowly into the darkened meditation room. Everything inside was a shade of blue and grey, even the pale light slipping in through the mostly-covered windows. The room contained only a few soft ottomans, and gave the impression of stillness, of calm. Even so, you had to hold your breath as you bowed to Obi-Wan and took your place on the ottoman across from his. Everything in this Temple reminded you of Yuma. Everything reminded you that she was no longer here.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Obi-Wan said gently, his eyes grazing over your form, your face. You realized you still had yet to visit the refresher, your hair still looking like a nest something might crawl out of. You couldn't find it in yourself to care.

"Thank you for...offering, to help me train," you responded, bowing your head again slightly, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.

"I will do what I can," Obi-Wan replied, folding his legs on the ottoman, assuming a straight-backed meditative position. You followed suit, and found that your body felt comforted in this position, like muscle memory, as if its familiarity made the weight a little bit easier to bear.

"It is my understanding that you were unsuccessful," Obi-Wan began, stroking his beard thoughtfully, "when trying to extricate yourself from Yuma's thoughts and memories in the Force."

"Yes," you said, swallowing hard, trying to ignore the lump that had formed in your throat as you thought back to those training sessions, some that had taken place in this very same room. It felt like a different lifetime, compared to the one you were living now.

"And you were unable, as well, to stop reading other's presences, when you tried." You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts drift lazily toward Anakin, and you checked to make sure your own Force presence was folded neatly and minutely into yourself. The last thing you needed from this training was to reveal too much.

"Yes," you said again, watching Obi-Wan with interest.

"What did it feel like? When you tried to disentangle yourself from Yuma's presence?" Obi-Wan sounded genuinely curious. You swallowed again, pushing your head and back up straight, blinking away the pang that her name sent through you.

"It felt like..." you thought back to those training sessions. "It felt like there were thousands of...tendrils, connecting my presence to Yuma's presence, in the Force. And all of the tendrils were tangled together, knotted and looped...it took so much effort to disconnect one, or two, but before I could make progress, her thoughts or emotions would shift, and new tendrils would take their place. I could never get too many disconnected at once."

"An interesting metaphor..." Obi-Wan mused, his hand gracing over his mustache, his eyes unfocused as he considered your words. "My thought is that we are going about this the wrong way." He looked up, making eye contact with you once again.

"I'm listening."

"I've observed your Force empathy myself..." Obi-Wan said, looking at you as if he could see through you, right to your very soul. "I've found that your own emotions form a strong connection to those you read in others."

You thought back to all the times you'd mistaken others emotions for your own...with Anakin, the first day you'd even met him, or with Henry, when you'd seen his memories and assumed they were yours. You nodded.

"Sometimes...sometimes they even become indiscernible," you confirmed. "My own emotions, and those I read in others." Obi-Wan nodded as well.

"Logically it follows that extricating your emotions from the emotions of others would be very difficult," Obi-Wan said. You thought back over your relationship with Anakin—how at first you'd been afraid your feelings of affection, longing, of love weren't yours at all. Over time, though, your own feelings had grown such that their strength couldn't be denied. They had asserted themselves over you, over both of your lives. You shuddered at the thought, at how difficult it felt, even now, to not be by his side, not be in his arms. How those emotions threatened to swallow you whole.

"If the two are inseparable," Obi-Wan continued, snapping you back to attention, "instead of trying to separate your emotions from the emotions of another, I'm wondering if we can cut both off at the source."

"You mean..." you pondered, thinking this through, "not feel anything?"

"Not exactly, no," Obi-Wan explained, his voice thoughtful. "You are gifted at meditation, yes?" You nodded, wanting to see where he was going with this. "Instead of trying not to feel anything, you might think to separate yourself from your own emotions, when in particularly dangerous or high-stakes situations."

"You're speaking of impermanence," you murmured softly. Obi-Wan nodded. It was an old Jedi principle, one you had learned from a very young age—that the root of all suffering was impermanence. That to fear the impermanence led to anger, and then to hate, and then to suffering. A Jedi must accept the impermanence of all things. Especially emotion, you thought to yourself.

"I think you might have more success if you were to try to separate yourself—your being, your very soul—from those momentary feelings. The emotions you feel, and those that others feel, entangled and entwined as they are." Obi-Wan watched you, waiting for your response.

"So, it isn't about trying not to feel..." you said, thinking deeply. "But rather, allowing my sense of self to detach from my feelings, when the occasion calls for it."

"Yes." Obi-Wan affirmed. "It isn't about escaping your own emotions...but rather, forming a stronghold against them, and the ones you might read in others." Obi-Wan paused for a moment while you thought this over. "The Sith are controlled by their emotion." You looked up, and for a moment, instead of Obi-Wan's blue iris, you saw the purple one that had haunted you in your dreams. "They draw strength from it, yes," Obi-Wan continued, "but they also let it consume them. It seems to me that when you intuit Sith presences, that emotion consumes you too."

You thought back to when Count Dooku had taken you prisoner in your own mind. It had felt like being led down a dark path, one that narrowed, narrowed, until...until you'd been trapped. You didn't want to be rendered useless ever again. You didn’t want anyone else to come into harm's way because you were unable to keep your own mind for yourself. As your resolve hardened, you sat up straight, meeting Obi-Wan's gaze.

"What must I do?"

It was difficult work. Obi-Wan led you through a series of visualization exercises, and then meditations. You waded so deeply into the weeds of your own mind that you felt, for a moment, afraid you might get lost in it once again. But Obi-Wan was there, his voice guiding you, allowing you to continue mapping those deepest parts of yourself. You soon found that you were not one whole, but a composite mix of things; you were not solely a Jedi, nor were you solely the self that Yuma had taught, nor the woman that Anakin loved. You were many different things, different forms, ever-shifting and changing along with your consciousness.

By the end of the lesson, you'd achieved a moment—only a moment—in which you had looked at Obi-Wan and felt nothing emanating from his presence at all. It snapped away as you lost your focus, and you'd been certain that it was a mistake, but Obi-Wan had assured you that he did not have the gift of hiding his Force presence, and that if you had not been intuiting it, you had made great progress. You could admit that the flow of conversation in the back of your mind, the ever-present murmuring, had quieted to only a trickle. This was a great improvement from the storm of voices you had grown accustomed to. After only one day's effort, you and Obi-Wan had achieved more than you and your Master had been able to accomplish in six months.  

"Thank you," you said, breathless, sweat dripping down your brow from effort. For the first time since Felucia, you felt a bit looser, like you didn't have to try quite as hard to stand up straight.

"I appreciate your gratitude," Obi-Wan said kindly, "but you know it isn't necessary. I want to do anything I can to help you." You nodded your thanks to him, all the same. Obi-Wan's face became thoughtful. "I've never encountered anything like you, in the Force," he added, considering you.

You paused, taken aback. Obi-Wan, one of the most talented Jedi in the Order, who'd had a Padawan that—

"But...Anakin..." you mumbled, confused.

"I've never encountered anything like either of you," Obi-Wan said, chuckling and rubbing his beard. "You astound even the wisest of us." You laughed too, and felt yourself surprised to hear the sound.

"I know it doesn’t help," Obi-Wan remarked softly, "But I…have been in your position before. I watched my own Master be killed." You went quiet, your eyes fully on Obi-Wan, his head bowed, his hair hanging over his face, his eyes glazed with the memory. "And I was there, and I could do nothing to stop it. The mark that it leaves…it gets easier, with time. Easier to bear the weight of it."

You had never heard Obi-Wan speak of his Master before. Qui-Gon’s passing had happened when you were so young—it had scared you, at the time, with all the rumors surrounding how it had happened, but you hadn't thought, at that young age, of the effect it must have had on his Padawan.

"It does help," you told him quietly. The two of you sat for a moment in comfortable silence.

"How do you feel?" Obi-Wan asked, looking you over with careful concern. You considered his question honestly, allowing your body to express itself to you.

"I feel...hungry," you breathed, surprised at yourself. Obi-Wan smiled widely, and you grinned back at him, feeling, for the first time in a while, like there was solid ground beneath you.

Anakin stalked through the halls of the Temple. Jedi who were in his path moved swiftly to get out of his way; a maintenance droid squealed as the toe of Anakin's boot just missed it, but he wasn't paying attention. He looked down for a moment, but could barely see the tendons in his hands as he clenched his fingers into fists. He barely noticed the way the other Jedi were looking at him, his furrowed brow, his tall stature. He had other things on his mind.

He had awoken in your bed to find it empty. Fear and panic had gripped his heart as he tore apart the sheets, looking through the apartment, calling for you. It was only then that he remembered your training with Obi-Wan, your promise from the previous day. It had calmed him, but only a little. He had dressed quickly, sneaking out of your Jedi apartment with ease. He knew he had to find you.

Anakin's heart raced thinking about how you had been these previous days, how immobile you seemed, how you had been refusing to eat or drink, how you hadn't been able to get out of that bed. It terrified him whenever your eyes started to glaze over; when you didn't seem to fully see the room you were in. He was worried you might slip back into that Force haze at any moment, that space where you had seemed all but lost to him forever. He wouldn't let that happen.

The meditation room was empty; Anakin paused in the doorway only for a moment, before wheeling around and continuing down to the lower level. Where could you have gone? Surely not back to the medical chambers, unless—unless something had happened to you, during your training? Unless your mind had gone back into that cloudedness—

Surely there was no way the council had already sent you into command, was there? Anakin himself had been granted a small reprieve after the events of Felucia. He knew the council had appointed you general of the 415th batallion, Yuma's former position. He knew you had accepted command—what else could you have done? But could the council have sent you back into combat so quickly? Panic gripped Anakin's heart as he considered what it might mean if you returned to battle in your current state. He paused just outside the Temple gardens, half-ready to turn around and head back up toward the medical bay, to the council chambers, to demand to know where you were, when—

He felt a tug within him in the Force. It was a familiar presence; it felt like comfort, and reddish brown hair, the sleeve of a tunic...

Anakin found him on the other side of the gardens, in the corner, sitting with a cup of tea.

"Where is she?" Anakin demanded, looking around quickly. Obi-Wan seemed relaxed, so, at the very least, nothing horrible could have happened to you.

"Good morning, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, his voice sounding tired.

"Where is she?" Anakin asked again, bouncing back onto the heels of his boots for emphasis, feeling unable to keep still, even in the presence of his seated Master.

"I believe she went to get something to eat," Obi-Wan replied, looking warily up at Anakin.

"To eat?" Anakin asked, pausing for a moment, debating turning around on the spot and heading for the mess hall. But if you had gone to get something to eat, then—

"Training went well, then?" Anakin asked, lowering his voice, perching on the bench next to the one on which Obi-Wan lounged, in the corner of the Temple garden.

"I would say so," Obi-Wan said in his infuriatingly calm voice. Obi-Wan took another sip of his tea, looking out at the garden as if deep in thought.

"What does that mean?" Anakin asked, feeling impatient.

"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan replied, his voice still infuriatingly calm.

"Don't be cryptic," Anakin accused, leaning back on his bench and crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. "Do you think you'll be able to help her, or not?"

"I am optimistic," Obi-Wan said, finally turning in Anakin's direction to look him over. "You should be patient with her, Anakin. This was a serious loss for her."

"I know that," Anakin responded, his heart pounding, his anger jumping up a pitch. "I am being patient." Did Obi-Wan think he, Anakin, didn't know what you needed? How could Obi-Wan not see that your well-being was the most important thing in the world? Of course, Obi-Wan couldn't know about your relationship with Anakin...but didn't Obi-Wan realize the importance of keeping you alive, regardless? Didn't Obi-Wan realize how much danger you were in? Anakin took in the posture of his former Master, how calm Obi-Wan seemed, how superior, and felt his frustration grow. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath.  

"She's grieving—" Obi-Wan tried, but Anakin cut him off.

"Felucia, Obi-Wan?!" Anakin rasped, his volume increasing. "That wasn't grief!" Anakin recalled again the way you had looked with your body limp, your eyes clouded over, milky white, unable to hear him, trapped in your own suffering.

"I'm looking into it," Obi-Wan responded quietly, lowering his eyes.

"Well, look harder," Anakin said, his breath coming out in a huff. He leaned forward again, looking to Obi-Wan beseechingly. "If she takes command of the 415th, and she doesn't have this under control—"

"If you don't trust her by now," Obi-Wan began, but Anakin cut him off again.

"Of course I trust her! But you know as well as I do—as well as Yuma did—that her gifts are a liability!"

"She is not a liability to the Order—"

"I don't give a kriffing gundark about the Order! I'm talking about her—her life. You need to help her, Obi-Wan. We need to...to find a way to make sure..." Anakin's breathing was heavy. He found himself looking down at his hands, his shoulders moving up and down quickly with his breath. He blinked, his fear overwhelming him.

"We will help her," Obi-Wan said, putting a bracing hand on Anakin's shoulder. "And she will help herself."

You sat, staring into the archive memory, sifting through the holobooks to find what you were looking for. The Temple library was quiet, the atmosphere one of focused attention. Something about it calmed you, but you also found it a bit unnerving, that every bit of galactic knowledge that existed could be found in these very archives.

Your stomach was full for the first time since Felucia; you were sitting upright, able to fight the weight of the grief that had been threatening for days to consume you. You felt exhausted, and sad, but it was a start. And after attending to your needs in the mess hall, you'd come straight here, to the Temple library. Even in the darkest parts of your grief—even when you'd been totally trapped under that weight—you'd known what you needed to do next. You'd been forming your plan. All you had needed was the strength to begin. And, thanks to your training with Obi-Wan, today you'd found it.

You used the controls to pull forth one of the holobooks, and as the holoimages came up, you sat down to focus. You felt yourself getting lost in the text, trying to remember everything. Your focus was so intense that you didn't feel his presence coming until he was right behind you.

"Why are you researching Galactic Sign Language?" Anakin asked, his hand gently stroking your shoulder. Such a small, subtle movement was likely to go unnoticed by those other Jedi in the archives, absorbed as they were in their own research. The sound of his voice made your body electrify—all of the longing, the guilt, and the desire passed through you at once. You shivered.  

"It's a long story," you told him, turning around in your chair to face him full on.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, right as Anakin had said the same thing, leaning in toward you, his eyes wide. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up at the sides, and Anakin's face fell open, his surprise taking away his supplication.

"Me first," you said, getting up out of the chair and shutting off the hologram. As you faced Anakin, you felt through his emotions in the Force, sifting through as if the man in front of you were a different type of archive memory—one that was tangled, passionate, complex, brilliant, and beautiful. His emotions mirrored your own; you felt his guilt, his longing, his love for you. The first and most prominent emotion surrounding his presence was worry, and this made you feel even more guilty.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you," you told him quietly, aware of the others milling about the great library. "I'm sorry I took my anger out on you. It's only anger at myself—" Anakin looked as if he were going to cut you off, but you silenced him, holding up your hand. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you at all. Not when you are so kind," you voice grew quieter, "and so loyal, and so patient with me." Your faces were closer together now; if anyone were to look over, they might wonder why you were having such an intense, whispered conversation. "I'm sorry I fell apart," you continued, feeling the hint of the tears pinpricking the corners of your eyes. You pushed through, closing your eyes to keep the tears from falling. "You shouldn't have to worry about me. I won't let it happen again. I promise I'll be here for you. With you."

"I'm the one who should be sorry," Anakin said eagerly, acting as if he were about to take your hands in his, and then looking around, thinking better of it. Instead, he surreptitiously reached up and brushed under your eye, stroking away the ghost of the tear that didn't fall. "I shouldn't have said anything about...I shouldn't have assumed I know anything about what it felt like for you, on Felucia."

You nodded, but really, he didn't need to apologize. You'd put your own words into his mouth; it hadn't been a fight between you and Anakin, but one between the warring sides of yourself. And you knew now that you needed to face those warring sides head on, and deal with them before they could manage to hurt anyone else.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," you said, pulling half of your mouth up in a small smile. Anakin's eyes were stars, on fire, the blue looking like it was burning, like it would melt out into the air.

"Obi-Wan said training went well," Anakin whispered, hopefully, looking around you for a moment before grazing your hand with his.

"I think it did," you whispered back, looking up into his eyes. You wanted nothing more than to take his face in your hands, but you held back. All this secrecy, you thought, might just drive you mad.

"And you'll tell me about your research..." he continued, glancing back at the archive computer behind you.

"Another time," you assured him, looking around again, making sure no one was close enough to overhear while you leaned in closer toward him. "You know that I love you," you breathed. Anakin's face broke into a joyful smile, his body leaning in closer to yours.

"You know," he said quietly so only you could hear him, "that I love you more than all of the books in this archive." He glanced back at the other Jedi, huddled in their research. "And more than all of the stars in the galaxy, and more than all of the galaxies in the universe." Anakin met your gaze, his sorrow gone, his eyes alight and mischievous. You felt the intention in his Force presence, and it made your insides turn over, your breath becoming short.

"And I love you more than whatever lies beyond that," you whispered, smiling up at him, your heart full. Anakin surreptitiously stroked his hand over the top of yours once again.

"Do you have much more research to do?" Anakin asked, his face forming a familiar, cocky smile.

"It can wait," you murmured, smiling and cocking your head as you strode past him toward the doors, gesturing for him to follow.

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[1-800-zombify]

I’ve got my eye on you

Mullet!Padawan!Obi-Wan x Enby!Padawan!Reader

Warnings: Reader being a lil thirsty, Obi-Wan has a mullet 😩, reader’s 🤏 this close to ditching the Jedi Code

Summary: Y/N hasn’t seen Obi-Wan in a while, but when they finally catch a glimpse of him — they almost go feral.

SOMETHING HAD CHANGED IN Y/N, some could say something was unlocked. On the surface, the Jedi may assume Y/N’s discipline and loyalties were being tested, truly. To Y/N’s observant and keen master, it was hormones.

When the master-padawan duo walked the temple’s perimeter and ran into Obi-Wan, the conclusion was insanely evident. At the end of the hallway, he was just a beige blob with Jedi robes that fanned out with powerful strides.

“Who is that?” Y/N asked, faintly gesturing towards the approaching figure.

Their master tilted her head, squinting at the tall apprentice. She chuckled, “Obi-Wan Kenobi, Master Jinn’s padawan. Have you not met?”

Y/N’s brows shot up. Their fellow peer was meters away, but close enough for Y/N to make out the softness in Obi-Wan’s eyes, the metallic lightsaber handle attached to his belt, and his hair.

“Obi-Wan?” They whispered with mild surprise. As the said padawan passed by the pair, Y/N immediately craned their neck, following Obi-Wan’s unfamiliar silhouette.

The master laughed wholeheartedly, affirming their inquisitiveness, “Yes, that is in fact Obi-Wan.”

Y/N was shameless. They stopped dead in the hallway, turning to watch Obi-Wan practically strut until he disappeared down a corridor. The sounds of his heavy boots were long gone, but the ghost of him was still fresh in Y/N’s memory.

There was something so different about him, it was alluring and exciting. Last time Y/N took a good look at Obi-Wan, he was a significantly shorter teen with a scrappy buzz cut. Years ago, he was the annoying, reckless, immature boy that was shunned from being taken in by another Jedi Master.

But this Obi-Wan was refined. He easily towered over Y/N and their master. There was confidence, borderline arrogance, that Y/N could pick out in his relaxed posture. His hair had grown out into a shaggy mullet, his jaw squaring and freckled with moles.

Y/N was amazed. His existence only lived in idle gossip amongst other apprentices, but Y/N had never paid much mind to those. Seeing the change made Y/N believe that maybe… straying from the Jedi Code wasn’t too bad…

“Obi-Wan,” they repeated in an astonished mumble, earning a knowing but exasperated sigh from their master.

"Do not be enamored by his good looks, young one, for that is not the Jedi Way."

"Yeah, I know but..." Y/N bit their cheek, tilting their head as they tried to envision Obi-Wan strolling down the corridor again. "Damn," they uttered to themself.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," their master tutted. She shook her head with mock disappointment, the decorative beads in her hair clinking from the subtle motion. "I taught you better than this," she sighed.

They blinked hard, turning to the Jedi Knight with a huff, "You did not."

Her thin dark brows arched. "Just as I were to suggest talking to Master Jinn..." she mused.

"He has nothing to do with this."

"Well, I was gonna ask him and his apprentice to join us on our next mission, but seeing how you —,”

"I am grateful," Y/N began suddenly. They took a dramatic inhale and continued, "I am grateful that the Council assigned me to you when I was a youngling. I thank Maker everyday for sending you to me."

She stared blankly at them, "Okay, Y/N."

"I would break the Jedi Code for you, Master,” Y/N whispered, pressing a tender hand over their heart and clutching the fabric of their robes. “Just say the word."

In one motion, she pushed past Y/N and slowly increased her stride, forcing her apprentice to follow in tandem. “Haha,” she mumbled. “I’ll see what I can do —,” she cleared her throat loudly, jabbing Y/N’s side harshly. “But no funny business, do you understand? You can admire him from afar, but do not fly too close to the sun."

"Of course, Master,” Y/N nodded, subconsciously rubbing the side of their stomach tartly. They shared a one-sided toothy grin. "Don't wanna melt from his hotness,” they added jokingly.

"May Maker have mercy on you.”

time skip

In his camel-colored uniform, Obi-Wan brushed past his peers congregating around the cafeteria entrance. He froze in thought and in step, scanning the lunch room that bubbled with chatter.

Y/N wanted to be subtle with their fixation. With their rowdy group of friends surrounding them, the location to which Y/N’s eyes fell was easily drowned out.

And then Obi-Wan looked directly at Y/N, and they had glanced away so quickly. Their neck almost snapped.

Kriff. Kriiiifff.

Y/N ducked their head slightly and slouched to an atrocious degree. They awkwardly scooted closer to Prie, who comfortingly patted their back unbeknownst to why they acted so sheepishly.

“Are you gonna eat that?” Ropal pointed his fork at the dried fish on Y/N’s tray, daring to just snatch it from them.

Y/N shook their head, inching the plate towards him. Ropal hummed a meek thanks, stabbing the silver prongs into the meat.

“Hey!” Jape pushed Ropal’s greedy hand away, as he seemed to scoop up half of Y/N’s lunch. “The fish — only the fish, Ropal,” he snapped. “Why’re you always stealing their food?”

“I’m not? Y/N said I could have it.”

“You’re taking all of the rice.”

Y/N was mentally groaning and kicking their feet in anger. Could they just shut up for a second? Y/N was trying to watch a certain apprentice across the lunch room. Jape and Ropal, Ropal especially, had the tendency to jump on the bandwagon regardless of what it was. If Y/N seemed to be spying on someone, then they’d start spying on that person, and it would all go downhill.

Y/N squinted. Obi-Wan was weaving through the crowded maze of tables, muttering apologies as he bumped into chairs and shoulders. Who did he usually sit with? Who was he looking for?

“Y/N?” Prie nudged them. “What’s gotten into you…?” Prie tilted her head, trying to follow Y/N’s precise gaze. She scoffed, “Oh, don’t tell me…”

“Shut up,” Y/N snapped, pushing the side of her face the other direction.

Prie pretended to smile, “You’re kidding.”

“It’s nothing,” Y/N groaned, turning to properly look at their friend. Prie mockingly nodded in agreement, tapping her calloused fingertips against the tabletop. “It’s nothing,” Y/N repeated affirmatively.

“It would be really bad if it wasn’t,” Prie commented. She propped her arm up, leaning her chin into her palm. “And I don’t really believe you,” Prie said in a singsong tone.

Y/N frowned, “Why not?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

Y/N whipped their head around, eyes blooming into large saucers, as their heart began to palpitate. They were face to face with Obi-Wan, a new reinvented Obi-Wan. He was gorgeous.

“Hello there,” Y/N squeaked.

Obi-Wan smiled, sliding into the seat across from them. He crossed his arms, leaning onto the table. “I was looking for you,” he stated.

“You were?” Y/N choked, sitting up straighter. They picked up a utensil, prodding at their food, trying to occupy their awkward hands.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said, earning a skeptical look from the other members of the group. Prie coughed, waving Jape and Ropal’s attention away from the end of the table. “I overheard our masters talking about an upcoming joint-mission — to Vena, I believe. I just, uh, wanted to let you know.”

“Ah, well, thanks.” Maker, give me strength. Oh my god. Y/N pursed their lips, the best solution to containing the childish urge to giggle.

“Do you want to research together? I think it’d be very beneficial —,”

“Yes!”

Obi-Wan’s bushy brows raised a few centimeters. He chuckled at their enthusiasm, nodding. “Right. I’ll see you after training then,” Obi-Wan says.

“Yeah,” Y/N mumbles, watching him stand and walk away.

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[immajustvibehere]

Vibin's FicRecommendations

Honestly, this is just a way for me to remember and revisit my favourite fanfictions on Tumblr :) this gets updated regularly.

Here is my masterlist!

Arthur Morgan x Reader

fluffy/teen:

Exit Wound by @icarus-fell-in-spring

High Noon Heat by @a-gal-with-taste

Sweet as Sugar by @amorgansgal

Ain't Goin' Nowhere by @outlaw-scribble

Lost and Found by @yeet-or-be-hawed

Daydreams and Daisies by @widowsblake

Downtime and a Bath by @red-dead-scribbles-ff

I Will Sit With You In The Dark by @photo1030

whiskey n' rain by @stars-kiss-the-sky

untitled by @kioplama

untitlled by @aslutforarthurmorgan

I Got You by @photo1030

Graphite and Gratitude by @bimrsadler

A Proper Woman by @moody-cowdaddy

Drunken Flirtations by @red-dead-scribbles-ff

The Morning After by @romancebywaterfalls

Ohio is for Lovers by @widowsblake

an admiration for perennials by @reaveries

spicy/explicit:

The Art of Thievery (I) by @shittybundaskenyer

The Art of Horsemanship (II) by @shittybundaskenyer

The Art of Dealin' a Good Hand (III) by @shittybundaskenyer

Oneshot: In which Arthur takes matters into his own hands by @shootybangbang

Returned Favors by @a-gal-with-taste

Wild Horses by @widowsblake

VDL Gang Gang Bang by @amorgansgal

Short Fuse by @widowsblake

observance by @william-butcher

Rough Rendezvous by @bimrsadler

Easy Rider by @bimrsadler

Pleasure and Purpose by @bimrsadler

Crimson snow by @leechmilf

Honeybee, Horse Thief (1) by @unusual-raccoon

Honeybee, Horse Thief (2) by @unusual-raccoon

Honeybee, Horse Thief (3) by @unusual-raccoon

Tricksters by @sad-sweet-cowboah

Alternative Payment by @verai-marcel

All Tied Up And Nowhere To Go by @alwaysaslutforarthurmorgan

Forget Me Not, Honey, Killshot by @shittybundaskenyer

Dutch van der Linde x Reader

fluffly/teen:

The Duality of Man by @dutchvanwinkle

Obi-Wan x Reader

fluffly/teen:

your thoughts are loud by @spidersbane

My opponent's weakness by @scribble-dribble-writes

Soft by @honestlywtfisgoingon

Silent Suffering by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

tired. by @hellotherekenobi

spicy/explicit:

Hearts Finally Mending by @murdockussy

Like turning on the light by @full-time-make-believer

The Lesson 1 by @djarinlyy

The Lesson 2 by @djarinlyy

The Purest Love by @honestlywtfisgoingon

Simm!Master x Reader

Give Her Back by @deep-space-elf

Please let me know if I didn't tag something/someone properly! This took about an hour of copy 'n pasting...

Don't take the fluff or spicy labelling too strictly...if the fanfiction didn't label it specifically I improvised a bit.

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan fanfiction #doctor who #simm!master #obi wan x reader #obi wan x reader fanfiction

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice

Summary: The young force sensitive underling of General Grievous is left lying in the muck when he retreats from Saleucami.

Warnings: Injuries, self harm, mentions of torture, in-world slur (clanker) and cursing (kriff):

Notes: Ok look I know Grievous wouldn’t have an apprentice for many reasons (#1, he’s not a sith) but I don't care.

Part 1.5 and Part 2 here!

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word count: 2,866

General Grievous, you, and the last few droids were waiting for your ship to soar overhead so you could escape. You and your general were equipped with grappling hooks, so getting out should be easy. Sure, you’d lose any foothold you hoped to get on Saleucami, and the miniscule number of droids left, but you’d live to fight another day.

The ship circled around, and your general launched his grappling hook up to the ship. It latched on perfectly, and he was lifted off the ground.

You weren’t so lucky. A blaster bolt had rammed into your shoulder and knocked you into the muck right as you were meant to launch the hook. The pain was so intense, it completely threw off your aim, the hook landed in the mud a few feet away, and you dropped your lightsaber.

Before you could think, a Jedi yanked your arms together and handcuffed you. He pulled you up by your shoulders so you were sitting upright in the muck. You winced at the touch.

“Kix,” The Jedi said, waving over a soldier, “They seem to be injured.” 

“I’ll take a look.” The soldier – presumably named Kix– was crouched down next to you, his helmeted head just a foot away. He was starting to peel back the torn sleeve of your shirt to examine the wound when you headbutted him, jumped to your feet and started to sprint.

The Jedi calmly pushed a button on a remote and a wave of electricity coursed through you, knocking you to the ground.

“I thought they might try to do that.” He said to the soldier beside him.

“Should I sedate them now,” Kix  asked, “Or wait till they headbutt me again?” The Jedi nodded to give permission, and Kix injected something into your neck. The world went fuzzy, then dark as you felt someone pick you up.

You smelled the world before you saw it again. The sterile scent of a medbay flooded your nostrils. Slowly you opened your eyes, and took in your surroundings. Bright lights, white walls, boxes of bacta patches and other medical supplies. 

You were still wearing your CIS robes, minus the saber, outermost cloak, and comms. You assumed the Jedi had taken your lightsaber, but the other two could be anywhere. Destroyed, even. 

Your right arm was in a sling across your chest, while your left was chained to the cot you were lying on.

You started to sit up, then noticed the soldier in the corner of the room. It was the one you’d headbutted earlier. He noticed you were awake, said something into his comm, then crossed the room towards you. He started to help you sit up, but you shoved him off. 

“I’ll do it myself.” You said.

“Okay then,” He shrugged. “General Kenobi will be here in a moment to speak with you. I’m just here to make sure you don’t try anything.”

You seated yourself cross-legged on the cot. The man stood next to you a moment longer, then removed his helmet. He had patterns of lighting on his head and lettering across his temple, but strangest of all, he was made of skin and bone, not metal as you had expected. You stifled your surprise. You’d never seen one of the Jedi’s soldiers without their helmets on.

“You’re a human.” You observed, keeping your voice monotone and uninterested.

“Of course,” said Kix, “What else would I be?”

“The soldiers in my command are droids,” You shrugged, “I assumed the Republic was the same.”

At that moment you sensed people approaching, and you turned just as the door opened to let in General Kenobi accompanied by a Togruta girl and a few clones with orange accents to their armor. Secured to Kenobi’s belt was your saber. Its intricate handle glinted in the lights, and you felt immense anger that Kenobi would have the gall to flaunt it in front of you.

You’d heard quite a bit about Kenobi, and had seen him many times before this, since Grievous was the one training you.

“Here to return my saber?” You asked.

“No,” Kenobi shook his head, “You’re not getting this back anytime soon. We’re here to escort you to your cell, if Kix clears you.” He glanced at the medic.

“They’ll be fine,” He said, “The shot didn’t hit anything important, but it’ll be a while before they can use their arm again.”

“Darn it.” You joked, “How am I gonna escape one-armed?”

“You’re not,” One of the orange-clad clones said, clamping a metal ring around your forearm. “This is a shock ring. If you try to take us out, run, or do anything besides walk to your cell, I will zap you. Additionally, this ship is currently in hyperspace, so unless you plan on breaking into the bridge, you have no chance of getting out of here.”

“Cody,” Kenobi said, “I think they get it. Let’s go.”

A few minutes into the walk, you passed a room full of strange equipment. Weights arranged above beds, probably used to press prisoners for hours on end. Huge racks full of round disks, long metal chords connected to chairs, and many more completely unidentifiable pieces of equipment.

“No matter which one of those horrible machines you use,” You nodded to the room, “I won’t give up information. Grievous trained me well.”

Kenobi looked confused for a second.

“First off,” He said, “That’s a gym. Second, we won’t torture you.”

“Why won’t you?” You asked, like it defied all logic.

“You’re a child.”

“So is she.” You nodded to the Togruta. “If I captured her I’d do whatever it took to get the information I needed.” Her eyes widened slightly, but Kenobi spoke to her.

“It’s okay Ahsoka, they can’t do anything to you. Not right now, at least.”

The rest of the walk was silent. You were finally deposited in your cell, and a ray shield created a wall between you and your captors. They exchanged a few words with each other, and Ahsoka was tasked with keeping an eye on you.

She pulled up a chair to the flickering red barrier between the two of you and sat, twirling the control for your shock bracelet between her fingers. Your robe was tossed in the chair next to her, along with your comms.

“So.” She said after a minute. “What’s it like being evil?”

“How would I know?”

“You’re a Separatist.”

“And…?” You said, “What does that have to do with being evil?”

“Everything. You guys started this whole war!”

“We started to break away because of your government’s favoritism towards Core Worlds, ridiculously high taxes, and maladministration. Since then, we have taken in countless planets that the Republic neglected to even feed.” 

“But you mow down our soldiers like they’re nothing.”

“We’re not the ones who created an army of living beings to fight our battles for us. The Republic did that. We have no choice but to fight back.”

“You literally harness the power of the Dark Side!”

“It’s just an alternate style of force-wielding than the one you’re used to. It allows for more emotion.”

“If it allows so much emotion,” Ahsoka shot back, “Why aren’t you getting angry?”

“It’s not worth it.” You said. “I know I can’t convince you to change, and I’ll be gone soon anyway. On top of that, my General will probably kill you while tearing this ship apart.”

“... What?”

“You heard me right.” A smile spread across your face. “Grievous is on his way.” At that moment the whole ship jostled like it was falling out of hyperspace. An impact rocked the ship, and an alarm started going off. Ahsoka turned and started to run as someone sent orders out over the comms.

“Bye ‘Soka!” You called after her. “I’m sure you’ll put up a good fight.” 

You stayed in your cell, peacefully meditating as alarms blared and people sprinted through the halls. Eventually, blaster fire sounded in the adjacent halls, getting closer and closer. 

Your general turned round the corner, wielding his usual assortment of blades, plus a familiar red one. When he saw you, he slashed the control panel, disabling the rayshield keeping you confined, and tossed you your saber.

“Thank you.” You said, picking up your robe and comms from the chair. “Did you finally kill Kenobi?”

“I would have,” Grievous said angrily, “If I hadn’t had to come and rescue my worthless apprentice.” Taking the hint, you stopped talking and followed him through the halls, over bodies of clones, and to the entrance of his ship.

Once you jumped aboard, the airlock sealed, it detached from the Republic ship, and jumped through hyperspace. Shortly after boarding, Grievous called you to meet with him. 

“General,” You said, entering the room, and immediately kneeling on one leg to show respect. Your eyes stayed locked onto the floor, you didn't dare look up. Your face betrayed no emotion. He let out a long exasperated sigh.

“How could you be so easily captured?” He shook his head. “At least tell me you gained some sort of useful information from this.”

“No, sir. I did not.”

“BAH!” Grievous swung his arm and knocked the contents of his table to the floor. “Of course you didn’t. I should have lowered my expectations…”

“Sir, if I may ask, how did you find me? They disabled my comms.”

“I knew sooner or later you would be captured,” He said, the consonants grating on your ears as they always did. “I implanted a tracker chip in the back of your neck, below the skin.” Your eyes widened at this information, and at the lack of trust Grievous had for you, but you quickly returned your face to neutral.

Another moment passed. Grievous paced back and forth, occasionally muttering to himself about how much of a disappointment you were. 

“Is there a reason you’re still here?” He spat.

“Yes, sir,” You said, “Are you aware that the soldiers the Republic sends out to fight us are not droids, but rather living beings?”

“What kind of a question is that?” Yelled Grievous, “Of course I am! I have killed countless clones, how would I not know they were humans?” Suddenly he narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Learning this did not sway your loyalty, did it?”

“No, General.”

“Good,” He hissed. “Now get out of here.”

On the battlefield, you and Ahsoka crossed paths more and more often. Once, you got into a one-on-one battle, and you were mopping the floor with her, until her master Anakin jumped in at the last second. He fought with a rage you’d only ever seen from Grievous and Dooku before. 

It shook you deeply to see a Jedi lose his cool this much, but you appreciated his loyalty and protection over his padawan. Grievous, in contrast, never wanted an apprentice, and he made that clear to you. He often remarked that you were more stupid than a battle droid.

Really, he never should have had an apprentice. Not only did his personality conflict with the responsibility, he wasn’t even force-sensitive! Your force training consisted of teaching yourself from the texts and scrolls that he simply passed along to you. You were fairly sure he didn’t even read them, and Dooku just gave them to him.

Your lightsaber training was unorthodox as well, as it consisted of you independently studying even more writings on the forms, and a lot of sparring with Grievous. Even when you improved, he seemed keen to remind you he was leagues better with the blade, never letting you get the upper hand when you sparred.

Despite all of this, you were insanely lucky that Grievous was tasked with training you, instead of one of the Sith. Unlike them, he couldn’t read your mind, and see the secret doubts that festered there. 

Many small things about the CIS stuck out to you, especially after your brief abduction. The way Grievous spoke down to you, the hostility that everyone–including you–exuded, the small manipulations to get your way, how you never felt safe, and countless other negative aspects. Of course, the Republic was still the enemy. They’d left planets to die, and unfairly taxed and manipulated its members. 

They are the evil ones. Not the CIS, not you. Them, The Republic.

But sometimes, when you’re alone, trying to sleep and failing, you wonder if that’s the truth, or just what you tell yourself.

As you stalked the halls, flanked by a handful of idiotic droids, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the pictures carved in the stone walls. Vines hung down many of them, and moss crawled up others, and still the stories they told were nearly mesmerizing. 

A sudden clank pulled you back to the present. You rolled your eyes, another battle droid slipped on the wet moss.

“I told you to be careful, E-12.” You said while pulling E-12 back up to its feet using the force. 

“Waaoh!” E-12 said. Its actual designation was E4-312, but you’d shortened it for efficiency’s sake. It then lost its footing again, and slammed into the droid in front of it.

“Hey! Watch it.” The droid shrieked.

“Stupid kriffing clankers.” You muttered, cracking a small smile, and continued on your way. If slapstick humor was more your style, you might have enjoyed working with these droids. You turned your attention back to your mission, securing the half- destroyed temple. 

Grievous told you that an ancient relic was stored there, and the Jedi Council had a special interest in it. It was your job to stop them from retrieving it, even if that meant bringing what remained of the temple crashing down around you. 

You rounded a seemingly quiet corner, only to come face to face with Ahsoka and a slew of clones. 

You knew you and Grevious combined had more than enough droids to outnumber them. You ducked behind a portion of crumbled wall as the clones and droids started exchanging blaster bolts, and hailed your general.

“General?” You said into your comm, “They’re in the South Wing.”

“--Will — – – -soon — busy.” You heard, just barely able to make out those few words over the sound of blasters firing on your end and his. Sighing, you stood up, spinning your crimson blade in front of you to act as a shield. Ahsoka mirroried you, and she too stood, resulting in a temporary ceasefire where even lightsabers turned off. 

Silence fell, the two of you simply stared at each other, standing mere feet apart. Dust swirled in the air, catching the light coming from the exit far to your right. Your eyes landed on a package on Ahsoka’s back.

“Tano,” You began, “Just give me the artifact. It’ll be easier this way.”

“Over my dead body.” She replied.

“I don’t want to do this.” You ignited your blade, internally screaming at yourself.

“Don’t worry,” Ahsoka’s sabers light up, “I won’t make it easy.” 

A flash of red flew through the air, and half the combatants dropped to the ground in pieces. Your lightsaber returned to your hand, held in front of you, and yet the clones remained untouched. A pile of wires and metal lay where your droids had stood one moment before. One single bolt rolled to a stop by Ahsoka.

“What?” She asked.

“Go.” You replied.

“Why are you-”

“Just go!” You raised your saber and pointed towards the door, “Don’t let me change my mind.”

Ahsoka signaled to her men, who started streaming through the exit. She lingered behind, casting one final look to you. It was full of confusion and fear, but for once the fear wasn’t at you, it was for you.

“What are you gonna tell Grievous?”

“Let me worry about that.” You said, staring at the blade in your hand. Ahsoka nodded, and darted after the clones. You let their footsteps fade, steeling yourself for what was to come. 

Your comm chirped, and one of your general’s droids informed you that they were only moments away.

“Now or never.” You sighed to yourself. With a steading breath, you pressed your lightsaber into your side. The pain was sharp and burned like fire as you fell to your knees. You only pressed for a split second, then pulled it away with a pained gasp. 

Then you held it close to your upper arm, trying to ignore the pain from your side. In one quick motion, you slashed across your arm. With the last bit of strength, you turned off your lightsaber and chucked it across the room, then curled up on the floor, a pool of blood slowly forming around you.

Mere seconds later, you hear the clattering of Grievous and his reinforcements. 

“Where are they?” He immediately asked.

“They…” You said between gasps of pain, “They got… away.”

“I thought I trained you better than this.” He shook his head, then ordered his droids after them, then turned back to you. “Next time do not let them make a mockery of you. Who was it?”

“Ahsoka.” You choked out.

“Her again?” He asked, “It seems you have a nemesis.”

“Yeah… something like that.”

Part 1.5 here!

Part 2 here!

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[night3owl]

Heyyy there! I saw your requests were open so I was hoping to place one!

Would you be open to possibly writing an Obi-Wan Kenobi x teen/ padawan reader fic that takes place during tcw where they have a really close bond/relationship and it’s just really sweet and cute?

If not, no worries and I hope you have a great rest of your day!! :) <33

A Nice Day Out

A/N: Sorry this took forever lol

Warnings: none i think :)

Word count: 1730

You sit in a classroom, sharing a table with Ahsoka. You were in a class that all padawans have to take, so there was no being able to skip it. Or so you thought. Suddenly your Master, Obi-wan Kenobi, walked into the class and started talking to the knight who is teaching the class, pausing it.

“Padawan (Y/L/N), you’re free to go.” The knight said and nods to your Master. You get up and walk towards Obi-wan, looking back and seeing Ahsoka’s jaw slightly dropped, you give her a smirk and small shrug and continue walking. You reach you Master and he gently puts his hand on your upper back, leading you out of the classroom. Once you reach the hallway you furrow your eyebrows and have a confused look on your face.

“Shouldn’t I be in that class..?” You ask, pointing your thumb towards the classroom.

“Yes, but I’ve excused you from it, I’ll tell you what the lecture is later. Well, a summary of it.” Obi-wan replies with a small smile. He starts walking, “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” You ask Obi-wan, putting your hands behind your back and following him.

“Patience (Y/N), you’ll see when we get there” Obi-wan replies, earning a nod from you. You walk past a group of younglings and eventually reach the hanger, following Obi-wan into a speeder. He starts it up while you get buckled in, knowing that he can drive a bit fast. He gives you a mock look of betrayal.

“I’m not that bad of a driver”

“At least you aren’t Anakin bad..?” You give him a sheepish look and get a chuckle from him.

Obi-wan gets buckled in and flies the speeder out of the hanger, the wind just barely missing your head. Moments later you’re in a lane filled with various speeders and small ships. You let out a yawn as you realize how tired you are. You rest your head on his shoulder, eyes droopy, as Obi-wan smiles.

“Get some sleep (Y/N), I’ll wake you when we get there.”

-

“(Y/N), we’re here,” Obi-wan slightly shakes you with his hand to wake you up. You immediately get hit with the smell of food and sit up, yawn, and stretch your arms. “C’mon,” Obi-wan unbuckles both of you and gets out of the speeder, you following suit.

“A diner?” You say while walking next to Obi-wan as he nods.

“An old friend owns this place,” Obi-wan says and you hum in response. You both walk into the diner and you look around, hearing a droid yell out to someone in the back. You hear a clink and look over to see a Besalisk.

“Obi-wan!” Dex calls from behind the counter.

“Hello Dex, we’re just here for food” Obi-wan responds with a smile.

“Alright, take a seat, I’ll be right with ya’” Dex walks out of view. You follow Obi-wan to a booth and sit on the opposite side of him, looking out the window. You sense Dex at the table and look at him, giving a small smile.

“Did you get a new padawan Obi-wan? They definitely aren’t Anakin!” Dex asks, making you and Obi-wan chuckle.

“Yes I did, and they definitely are better then Anakin, just don’t tell him I said that.” Obi-wan gives you a small smile.

“Alright, and what would you two like?”

After you two order, a droid comes over with some jawa juice for Obi-wan and a water for you. You both thank the droid and take sips of your drinks.

“What else do you have planned for today?” You ask Obi-wan with an eyebrow raised.

“You’ll see.” He says with a smirk, making you playfully roll your eyes.

You both eat your food and Obi-wan pays. You leave the diner, saying goodbye to Dex. You reach the speeder and you walk to the passenger side, but Obi-wan walks past. You furrow your eyebrows as he stops and turns around to look at you.

“Well come on, we aren’t going back to the temple just yet.” Obi-wan calls and you hurry to his side.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you two walk and you just receive a chuckle. “You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Your question gets confirmed with a smirk.

After a few minutes of walking you arrive at an soft-serve ice cream parlor. You follow Obi-wan into it and stand next to him, waiting in line.

“What do you want?” Obi-wan asks you, glancing over to you while you’re looking at the menu.

“I dunno, maybe meloorun.?” You say over the course of a minute or two. “What are you gonna get Master?”

“The chai one, of course, it’s my favorite flavor” Obi-wan replies and you hum.

After waiting a few minutes in line you make it to the counter to order, a Kaminoan standing behind it with a smile.

“Welcome to Suni’s Ice Cream, what you like to order?” The Kaminoan asked, looking at you two.

“I would like a Chai cone” Obi-wan replies.

“Alright, one chai cone. And what would your child like?” The Kaminoan confirms.

“Wha?- I’m not- uhhhh” You stutter, you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“They would like a Meloorun cone” Obi-wan calmly answers for you.

“One Meloorun cone,” The Kaminoan confirms, typing it in on a data pad.

“And that’s it,” Obi-wan says, pulling out his credits.

“Alright, that will be 7.92 credits” the Kaminoan says, putting their hand out. Obi-wan gives the Kaminoan the proper amount of credits and the Kaminoan goes to the back. After a minute the Kaminoan comes back with both of your ice creams. You both grab your ice cream, thank the Kaminoan, and walk out of the shop.

You and your Master walk side-by-side on the sidewalk, eating your ice cream in comfortable silence. Obi-wan leads you back to the speeder as you both finish your cones. You both get in the speeder and Obi-wan starts it up while you put on your seatbelt. The speeder goes upwards and into a lane, going towards the Jedi Temple.

After a few seconds you decide that it’s too quiet and pull out a datapad, connecting it to the speeder. You put on your favorite playlist and put it down. You look over and see Obi-wan dancing in his seat to the music and laugh, soon joining him in his dancing. Time flied while you two vibed in the speeder as you quickly approached the temple. Or Obi-wan was going over the speed limit. Who knows? Obi-wan parks the speeder in the hanger and you jump out, knowing the sun is setting.

You have Obi-wan follow you to the gardens and you make it before the sun fully sets. You both sit on a bench and watch the sun set. You rest your head on his shoulder, savoring this moment. You feel your eyes begin to droop, sleep eventually taking over you again.

-a little bonus thing :)-

“Kid, kid wake up,” You hear a familiar person waking you up. You were in your bed again, Obi-wan put you there last night after you fell asleep.

“Yes Cody?” You sit up and yawn, rubbing the sleep your eyes. You look at your clock, 04:00.

“C’mon, we’re making the general a cake.” He walks to the door.

“Hm? Why?” You ask, still a bit drowsy.

“It’s his birthday,” Cody replies from the doorway. You nod and hum in response, getting up from your bed and following Cody out to the shared common room you have. You see Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex already out there, caf in their hands. Cody leads you over to the kitchen and hands you your own caf in your favorite mug. You let out a yawn and take a sip.

“Thanks Cody,” You say, knowing he made it since it’s just how you like it. You get a nod and small smile in return.

“What kind of cake are we making?” You ask no one in particular. You get multiple grumbles in response.

“Seriously? No one knows what kind of cake to make for him?” You sigh, taking a gulp of caf.

“Well, none of us really knows what kind of cake he would like, not even me! We usually just go out on his birthday!” Anakin whines, making you think back to yesterday. You hum and get a datapad, ‘chai cake recipe’.

“Aha! I found what to make, he said that chai was his favorite flavor yesterday, so why not bake a chai cake?” You explain to everyone, shrugging. Everyone gathers in the kitchen as you put the recipe up on a hologram.

-

Three cake batter’s later—Anakin tripped and dropped the first one and Cody added way too much butter to the second one—the cake comes out of the oven. You already toothpick tested it so you knew it was baked.

“What type of frosting should we do?” Ahsoka asks, holding up chocolate, vanilla, and cinnamon frosting. Everyone hums in thought.

“We could add caf to the vanilla one, then it would be like a breakfast cake.” Rex states while shrugging and everyone agrees.

By the time it turned 06:00 the cake was cooled, frosted, and decorated. With surprisingly no mess too. You could just barely hear Obi-wan’s alarm go off and then stopping.

“Alright everyone, we got half an hour until Obi-wan comes out, let’s make it quick.” Anakin whispers, taking out a box of decorations from a cabinet.

Everyone speeds around putting up decorations, but also being as quiet as possible. You had managed to get them all up within 20 minutes and had some time to relax, sipping on caf with birthday hats on. Ahsoka could just barely hear Obi-wan walking to his door at exactly 06:30 and signals everyone that he’s coming. Everyone quietly runs to his door, hoping he was still tired and doesn’t sense you with the force since he hasn’t had his caf yet.

“SURPRISE!!” Everyone yells out, making Obi-wan jump back a few inches. Obi-wan looks around the room with a smile on his face as Anakin sneaks around him and puts a hat on his head.

“How long have you five been up? This had to have taken a while.” Obi-wan asks no one in particular. Everyone else looks around.

“Uhhhhhh- at least we have caf?”

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[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Being Ahsoka Tano’s best friend would include

Pairings: Ahsoka Tano x reader

Imagine: being Obi-Wan’s padawan and Ahsoka’s best friend

Warnings: idk, Ahsoka leaving the order (I swear I can’t watch those episodes bc I cry every damn time, not because she’s leaving the order but bc she leaves people who care for her)

A/N I love Ahsoka and it’s a wonder I haven’t written anything for her before, but here I am writing for my fav girl so I hope someone out there will enjoy this <3

Becoming friends as soon as you both met, which was when you were still in training to become a padawan, which means you grew up with each other

You’d study with eachother

Hype eachother up if one of you is feeling sad or stressed, literally just helping eachother with emotions and anything in general

Ahsoka running to you filled with excitement to tell you she’s becoming a padawan and her master will be the one and only Anakin Skywalker

You doing the same to Ahsoka when you found out your master will be the one and only Obi-Wan Kenobi

Gossiping with each other

Getting in trouble together

Pranking people together with Fives, Waxer, Boil and a few others, you tried once to prank Cody, lesson learned you will never prank Cody again, he wasn’t to happy to have his helmet filled with blue and orange glitter (he still can find glitter to this day)

Obi-Wan now has to deal with three children (you, Anakin and Ahsoka) while Cody has to deal with more than five children (You, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Waxer, Boil…)

Did I mention getting in trouble together

Being another headache for the Jedi council and those who tries to protect you both and those trying to keep you out of trouble

Training your lightsaber skills with each other, being an excellent match because you always end up even because by know you know every move the other will make

Calling each other names that you hate just for the fun of it

If anyone else were to call either you or Ahsoka those names you would both go into protective mood, no one gets to call you two that but you two

Always defending and protecting each other, if it is when you get in trouble with the council or when you fight for example General Grievous doesn’t matter

I hate to write it down but sadly I think I need too after all it is a big part of Ahsoka’s life. When Ahsoka gets accused of the bombing I believe you would 100% side with her, you’re best fiends siblings after all and you always have each others backs. You try to help her prove her innocence but it didn’t go exactly as planned. We all know what happens and so when she decided to leave you were heartbroken, you couldn’t care less about the order you only cared about Ahsoka. You knew it was what she wanted so you let her go but you were still sad over it, and selfishly tried to convince her to stay because you didn’t want to be without her, after all you were practically siblings and grew up with each other. In the end she told you it was for the best and that she didn’t trust the order anymore, she’d always trust you and she did try to keep in contact with you but it was hard with the ongoing war

Then comes the times in the order without Ahsoka, and if I’m being honest I think you would kinda mope around when you thought no one was looking becasue you missed your best friend so much, your bad days become even worse because you didn’t have Ahsoka to cheer you up, but you managed as did Ahsoka who missed you as much as you missed her

I believe Obi-Wan would do his best to comfort you even though he knew as well as you that it would never be the same as Ahsoka comforting you and cheering you up, but he did his best, and that’s all you could of asked for

Anakin and you probably talked about Ahsoka a lot with eachother or avoided the topic all together

However Plo Koon talked to you about Ahsoka all the time

Skip to Ahsoka coming back with Bo-Katan to save Mandalore from Maul (why does autocorrect keep wanting to change his name to Mail), you convinced your master to let you come with Ahsoka, and so a new adventure started for the two of you

Then there’s order 66 and you, Ahsoka and Rex barely escaped

You and Ahsoka stuck together after that never leaving each other sides scared you would lose eachother again let’s not forget you got frequent calls from Rex and Obi-Wan talked to you sometimes through the force (but not much he was in hiding after all and so were you)

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[book-place]

No More Running

Part 2 -> Join Me

Warnings: obi wan episode 3 spoilers, mentions of Order 66, mention of character death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x reader platonic, Anakin Skywalker x sister reader

Request: obi wan kenobi w a gn teen padawan reader who he thought was killed in order 66, but then they reunite and it’s just really fluffy and cute maybe you could make them a skywalker somehow ?? if you can’t work it don’t worry about that, love your stories btw!

(I hope this is what you were looking for! If not I’m sorry and just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)

Request by: @thekaibabes

*not my gif*

Summary: Afrer Order 66, Obi-Wan never thought that he would see people from his past. From his time as a Jedi Knight

A/N: This is short and really bad- I’m exhausted but I felt like I needed to write something

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Tala briefly glanced over her shoulder, carefully looking to make sure nobody had spotted the man and young girl come in, before jamming the button for the door shut, letting out a small breath of relief as she did so.

She turned around to see Ben and Leia looking from side to side curiously, and she couldn’t help the small and sad smile that made its way onto her face.

The two reminded her of all the others that had passed through before them, the ones that were exactly the same as the older man. Hesitant, and refusing to let hope shine through. Hope that he could actually have a chance.

She observed the way he kept a close eye on the young girl, as if she were his own, but Tala knew better. She knew that though the man clearly cared deeply for her, he was no father of hers.

But the look in his eyes also told her that he had experience being almost like a father before. And under different circumstances Tala would have asked him about it out of pure curiosity, but they were in pressing times and the longer they waited, the more endangered the two would become.

Shaking the thoughts, she snapped herself out of her daze as she strode forward and over to where the hidden lever was to lead them into the equally as hidden room.

Right before going in she hesitated, remembering a small detail as she turned back to the eagerly awaiting duo.

“There is one more thing, though.” She saw the way Ben’s features became guarded once more and the way his hand subconsciously reached for Leia's shoulder, before quickly continuing, “There’s another Jedi on the other side of this door.”

Ben stiffened and dropped his hand as the young girl's eyes just became wide with a mixture of excitement and amazement, “You mean there’s another one?” Her voice held such awe that Tala almost chuckled.

She hummed in return, “Yes, and if you don’t mind, she will be joining you to the ship and then going her separate way afterwards.”

When Ben didn’t respond, Leia rolled her eyes slightly and elbowed him in the stomach, crossing her arms and began talking for him, “That’s totally fine! I’ve always wanted to meet a girl Jedi anyway!”

This caused Tala to smile slightly before pushing the door open, revealing a small yet useful looking room.

The lady stepped in first, followed by the young girl, and then Obi-Wan, and the first thing his eyes landed on was you.

You had grown up since the last time he had seen you. You had become taller, and more mature looking. Your hair was slightly longer with a different cut, and your eyes held a wiseness that had never been there before.

“Y/n.” He breathed out in shock, coming to a halt in his tracks as his eyes widened in disbelief and mouth parted slightly.

You, looking equally as startled, started right back, “Obi-Wan.” Your voice shook a bit as you looked at the man you once knew as if he were a total stranger.

When you were young, you and your brother had been taken from your home planet on Tatooine in hopes of a better life with the Jedi.

It was very rare for there to be younglings with bonds before the Jedi, let alone an older brother and a little sister. Anakin and Y/n Skywalker.

The two of you were known for years throughout the galaxy as the most unstoppable Jedi duo to ever live, that was when you were allowed to actually work together. Wherever the two of you went, chaos ensued, but you always did get the job done. Eventually.

With Anakin being older than you, he was able to become a padawan learner far before you, but you soon enough joined- at a young age nonetheless- and became Obi-Wan Kenobi’s second student.

You and your brother were seen as lab rats to the Jedi council, the two siblings with a connection, one that they had always considered dangerous. But if the two of you were able to handle it, then just maybe they would explore the idea more of force-sensitive siblings.

But it did not go well. And you two were not able to handle it. The future ended up proving that.

When Order 66 happened, you had been sent on your first mission away from your master, with a small group of five trained clones and you six had been tasked to map out a new planet.

You had barely managed to escape with your life when they turned on you, and when you tried to contact the Jedi temple, you had heard the news of it happening everywhere to everybody.

Your mind had automatically gone to the worst place when your master and brother didn’t answer any of your comms, and you knew that they were gone.

Though you had been raised your entire life hearing that Jedi weren’t supposed to form attachments, in that moment you didn’t care. You had broken down and grieved.

From that moment on, a darkness slowly crept through your being, swallowing you whole in the most painful way possible, taking its sweet time and allowing you to suffer for as long as possible.

The next ten years of your life were spent on the run, jumping from planet to planet, never staying in the same place for any longer than three rotations in fear of getting caught.

You didn’t know what else you could have done. The only thing that you felt that you had known how to do all those years ago was run. And that’s what you did. You ran and ran and ran and ran. Never once slowing long enough to come to a full stop.

You felt all the words escape your mouth as your throat went dry at the sight of your old master.

Instead, without even thinking, you sprinted forward as fast as you could and leapt into his arms, refusing to let the small sob escape from between your lips.

“You’re alive.” You heard him whisper in utter shock. “I thought after everything-“ He broke off, choking on his own tears.

He didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was saying as you nodded against his shoulder, sniffing slightly, “Me too.” You whispered.

Tala and Leia had been kind enough to give the two of you a moment alone, instead moving wordlessly across the room and sitting down to observe some random scrolls laying around.

You finally pulled away, studying him as he did the same to you, “How did you-“ You both said in sync, cutting off with small chuckles.

“We have a lot to talk about.” You finally said, to which he nodded his head in agreement.

“But not right now,” He said, glancing over at Leia, “Right now we need to get out of here.”

As he watched you turn curiously to the young girl, he couldn’t help it when his breath caught in the back of his throat.

While Leia slightly resembled her mother, her other features complemented those of her father. And those of yours.

You now looked so similar to how Anakin had before Order 66, that Obi-Wan couldn’t help but let tears once again fill his eyes.

The guilt that he had spent years trying to push down began bubbling back up in his stomach again as he looked over at you.

He had killed your brother and you didn’t even know.

You on the other hand, for the first time in ten years finally felt that darkness that had been eating away inside of you slowly melt away. As if the curtains had been opened and light began to stream in.

You were finally back with someone you thought was long dead, someone you knew cared about you just as much as you cared about him.

For the first time in a long time you were beginning to feel okay again. Now you knew there would be no more running.

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[bunnywritesjunk]

Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter summary: The 501st adopts a new member. The boys are sceptical of their new soldier's role in the garrison. She makes effort into getting to know the 501st and makes some friends.

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: None (for this chapter)T for teen (for this chapter)

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff and angst

A/n: Hello all! I wanted to contribute to the rex fanfics because I noticed he doesn't have many series about him. Just a little about this story, the mc is black coded and her heritage, planet, and language is based off of western africa. That being said everyone regardless of race is welcomed to read (please read). Feel free to give me feedback and requests i'd love the interaction.

Chapter One:

You were awoken by the mechanical noise around you. Your back ached as you sat up, glancing over to the Twi'lek next to you. She snored softly slumped over in her seat. The ship rumbled lowly, you unclipped your belt and stood up stretching out your arms and back. Your tail whipped left and right as it has been squeezed from constantly sitting on it. Walking up to the cockpit door, you knocked quietly so as to not wake your friend. The blaster door opened with a hiss.

“Hey, are we almost there?” the co-pilot turned to you giving you a relaxed but stern look, something that most of the clones you've met have.

“We're pulling out of hyperspace in about five minutes, probably best to buckle up again might be a little bumpy.”

You thanked him quietly and turned around back to your seat. The door hissed closed. You put your hand on your friend's shoulder and shook gently.

“Na'wi (nawee), hey” She stirred and opened her eyes a bit.

“ We're here already?” She said with a rasp to her voice.

“In about five minutes.” You buckled back up to prepare for landing, Na'wi rubbed her eyes.

“Are you nervous?” She twisted and cracked her joints as she asked.

“Yeah a little, it's hard to know what to expect. Like what if they don't like us?” She looked at you amused.

“They'll have to get used to it!” She smiled. The ship lurched forward indicating dropping out of hyperspace.

After the ship landed both you and Na'wi grabbed your luggage. Two duffel bags, one filled with personal items and a small amount of clothing. The other is filled with the gear you both will use for your new jobs. Field nurses were not unheard of but outsourcing them from coruscant certainly was. The republic had field nurse clones, but they wanted specially trained doctors to assist the war effort. We all have one objective, to save men. You and Na'wi were selected from a pool of trainees in your medical program. You both showed mental and physical prowess and excelled at combat training. You were assigned to the 501st battalion while Na'wi was assigned to the 212th. Na'wi was over the moons when she found out about your assignments, you guys wouldn't be completely separated. You'd be lying if you said you weren't grateful to be with her although you chose not to share that with her.

You walked off the short ramp into the hangar. Troopers were scattered around the area going to their destinations or doing tasks. Two men stood off the side of your ship.

“Hello, you two must be our new recruits.” the man with short light brown hair said in a posh accent.

The other man with long dark brown hair and a scar over one eye gave a curt hello and a small smile.

“Hi! Yes we are, I'm Na'wi.” Na'wi stuck her hand out for both of them to shake.

You greeted them and introduced yourself without shaking their hands. You are not a fan of physical touch.

“Well, let's show you both to your quarters, and we will give you a rundown of your role here.” The British one introduced himself as Obi-wan Kenobi. He would be Na'wi's commander. The dark-haired one who called himself Anakin Skywalker is your commander. As the four of you walked they explained the different parts of the ship, when mealtimes are, and generally how things operate. You were a little overwhelmed with the new environment and information overload so you opted to explore the ship on your own once you got the time.

“Alright, here we are, your rooms are fully furnished and ready for you two. The med bay is about a three-minute walk down that corridor.” Obi-wan said as he pointed to the right.

“We'll leave you both to get settled. Meet us at the barracks in thirty minutes to greet the men.” Anakin said.

With that, they left. Na'wi bounced in excitement as she opened to blaster door. Your rooms were conjoined. There was a shared living room with a couch facing the holoprojector. The channel was not set so it was an idle screen. A small table and four chairs sat close to the corner. You walked into the door on the right. The bedroom was simple, a bed with a nightstand next to it, a closet, and a door that led to a small refresher. There were no windows in the little apartment provided, you at least hoped for one so you can see the stars pass by.

“It's so grey in here!” Na'wi exclaimed as she dumped her duffles on the couch. She grabbed the holo projector remote and started sifting through the channels.

“Yeah, we'll definitely need some decor in here.” You said back to her. You stepped out of the bedroom.

“Do you care what room you have Na'wi?”

“ Nope, I'm sure they are both the same.” You walked into the left bedroom and sure enough, she was right. You walked back to the right bedroom and dropped your duffels, not really sure why you preferred the right bedroom already.

“Come on let's get familiar with the ship while we have time” You were about to walk out of your new home but stopped suddenly. Na'wi who was following looked at you confused.

“What?” she asked.

“Should we change? I mean they are all gonna be in their uniforms and stuff. Maybe we should at least put on our medbay uniforms?”

You both looked down at your attire. You opted to dress comfy for travel, with a grey tank top and loose green cargo pants that had an opening for your tail, and a tactical brown jacket. Your tail was uncovered for the most part save for a piece of decorative gold jewelry close to the base. The tuft of hair at the end was a little bit matted. Na'wi chose to wear tight-fitting dark blue pants and a loose cream-colored button-up. Over that she had a tactical belt to hold her belongings.

“Yeah, maybe this isn't the best first impression.” Na'wi chuckled a bit her light purple skin flushed into a darker shade.

You both changed into your non-combat medical bay uniforms. They were simple white structured tunic that zips in the front. The medical emblem was printed on the left shoulder ad upper chest. The pants were almost like a structured leggings with pockets. Thankfully your uniform was stretchy and breathable. You decided to keep the gold cuff on your tail. You looked in your closet mirror and admired to fit, you both gave your measurements before attending so they could curate some uniforms for both of you. You did not expect the uniform to be so flattering. You finished off the uniform with the brown leather belt provided and took a deep breath.

“Hey, are you gonna wear that stupid little hat with it? cuz I'm not” Na'wi called from her room.

“Nah it's ugly, plus I don't know if it'll fit on my head with certain hairstyles.”

You and Na'wi met in your common room. She gave you an approving look and you smiled.

“ Looking good,” You said feigning flirtation.

“ Not too bad yourself there” Na'wi winked at you.

You both walked out of the blaster doors.

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“Alright, men! We have a new member of the battalion, I expect you all to treat her with respect and dignity just like your brothers.” Anakin paced down the corridor listing off your duties as a field medic. The soldiers of the 501st stood at attention giving you small glances. A young Togruta girl walks up to you with her hand outstretched.

“Hi in Ahsoka nice to meet you captain” You shook her hand gently and introduced yourself. You were a little puzzled at the title of captain as no one told you that you'd have a rank. Anakin walked up and gestured towards the men standing before you, your queue to speak.

“Um, hello...” You cleared your throat.

“I hope to get to know all of you over time and I'll do my best to take care of you all” You didn't have a speech prepared so that fell flat.

One of the soldiers with a blonde buzz cut walked up to you. His face was a little more hardened than some of the other ones in line.

“I'm Rex captain of the 501st nice to meet you” He saluted you and stepped aside after the short introduction.

“Any questions?” Anakin asked the soldiers. A clone with a goatee to the far right of the line answered.

“If I may sir, why do we need a civvie field medic? We have kix who is trained for this kind of stuff.” Anakin glanced over at you.

“Well, my job is mostly recon. In the research I did, many men die from simply not being treated. My job is to find and treat them before they succumb to their injuries instead of just leaving them there. Clones have the ability to heal quickly, so the hope is to save more rather than make more. Your current field medic, kix has other duties such as assisting you all on the battlefield. He mostly will deal with smaller injuries. Also, what's your name?”

“Fives ma'am” He nodded at you.

“Captain” Rex said pointedly at the soldier.

“Oh that's not necessary my name is fine” You gave all the men a small smile.

“Anyone else?” The commander said bordering on annoyance.

“Alright, dismissed” Anakin announced. The men dispersed murmuring amongst themselves some walking away.

“So where are you from?” Ahsoka looked at you with curious eyes.

“I'm from a small planet called Igbo, I don't actually know how to say it in basic but it means rainforest”

“Yeah, no offense but I've never seen anyone like you, or heard of that planet either.” The guy known as fives approaches you.

“Yeah I mean there's really no reason for anyone to go there it's just...wet” You responded, Ahsoka chuckled.

“And I'm guessing all the people there have pointy ears and a weird smooth tail?” Fives raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! I have fangs too.” You flashed your teeth at him and he recoiled. You and Ahsoka laughed at his reaction.

“Let's go to the mess you must be hungry” Ahsoka led you away followed by fives.

A couple feet away stood the captain. He watched as the three of them engaged in friendly banter down the hall. He couldn't help but worry about their new recruit. The thought of a nat born getting hurt or killed on the battlefield didn't sit right with him.

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