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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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The Throne || Darth Vader x GN! Reader

summary: he can sense your burning desire.

NSFW // smut

word count: 3713

warnings: thigh-riding, dom/sub undertones, established relationship, secret relationship, praise, cursing, unfair power dynamics, inappropriate usage of the force, mentions of canon-typical violence, fear, very brief and slight degrading, aftercare, soft vader, minor spoilers for Kenobi episode 3

a/n: listen i can't be the only one that thought of this during this scene. also please bear with me if this isn't that good,, i don't write smut very often

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Mustafar. Volcanic planet located on the Outer Rim with rivers of lava cascading all over its rich, black surface. With temperatures so hot enough to burn the inside of your lungs, it's virtually impossible for any living lifeform to thrive upon it. Its one of the last places anyone would want to go.

Yet, for some odd reason, you found yourself there frequently.

It wasn't what you were expecting when you joined the Empire. It wasn't in the slightest. Upon recruit not too long after the Republic fell, you were just expecting to be a solider. Another cog in the wheel. You had signed up just hoping to get any sort of security in a galaxy of seemingly never-ending hostility. You didn't even agree with the Empire. You were just scared of what would happen if you didn't join them.

Perhaps that is what drew him to you. The smell of your fear.

You had always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned how to make sure it didn't show on your face; in your posture. But god damnit it was hard in the Empire. It was even harder around him. Granted, you didn't expect to be assigned maintaining his squadron of troopers so quickly, so you had very little time to prepare yourself. You often found yourself wondering: if you did have time to prepare back then, would it have gone any different? Would you have gotten reassigned by now? Would you have caught his eye like you did? Would the two of you had grown so close as you did?

But, more importantly, would you be in the position that you're in right now?

Growing close to him, you soon found yourself following him everywhere he went. He would make it a point to bring you every single place he went to. And, made it even more of a point to have you close at all times. Even during important meetings where you weren't allowed to be present, he would order you to wait by the door for him to return. Or wait for him to send someone to come and fetch you. It was only then were you allowed to go anywhere else.

This was another one of those times.

You had been waiting outside that room for what seemed like hours. With the hunt for that Obi-Wan guy going on, you were sure that he had a meeting about something related to that with one if not all of the inquisitors. You had heard a lot about them through him; just how useless and weak they were. Of course, you knew despite all of his complaints about them, they were still a force to be reckoned with. They were orders of magnitude more powerful than you. But, of course, compared to him, they were nothing. And you knew that was ultimately what made them get on his nerves.

But, all the same, he still had to deal with them. And whether it was because he wanted to spare you the headache, or simply because he just couldn't let you in on that information, he had you wait outside for him to finish.

You had figured it was going to at most be a few minutes. That, however, turned out to not exactly be the case. The ache in your legs told you that it had at least been a decent while, coupled with the fact that you were growing tired of the view. Mustafar was beautiful, in a very odd, foreboding way. But even with a view like that, you grew tired of waiting. Especially because you weren't allowed to do anything but wait.

Sometimes, it was a painful trade-off; the relationship you had with Lord Vader. But would you trade it for anything?

No. Never in a million years. Call yourself crazy, but you had grown fond of the sith lord after all this time. And, at least to you, he had grown fond of you as well. There weren't many people you were fond of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to cling onto him like grim death. And if that meant tolerating his busy schedule, along with saving face and doing as he commanded when the two of you were in public (in order to not arouse any suspicion from the rest of the Empirical army), you would happily oblige.

Eventually, after letting what felt like the thousandth sigh that day escape through your lungs, you heard the faint sounds of boots clacking against the shiny, polished ground come around the corner, making your ears perk up at the noise. Turning to look over your shoulder, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment when you discovered that the footsteps didn't belong to Lord Vader. Instead, they belonged to one of the stormtroopers that had been stationed outside the door, his blaster held tightly to his chest as he addressed you.

"Commander (L/N)?" the trooper said, getting your attention, "He's ready for you now."

You hoped your eyes didn't reveal the excitement that bubbled up from deep inside you. Giving the trooper a quick nod and a soft thank you, you made it a point to watch the solider leave before you made any moves. He liked to know that when he got you to himself, there was no one around that could potentially ruin the experience. It used to make you scared; knowing that if he flipped his switch one day and killed you, there'd be no one around to hear you scream. But, over time, you found yourself agreeing with him on that.

You liked being alone with the Dark Lord.

Perhaps you have gone crazy.

Your boots clacking against the floor, you rounded the corner to the entrance to the room, stopping briefly in front of the closed doors to punch in your clearance-code. A green light flashed at you when the last of your numbers was punched in, and the large, metal doors parted to open up for you. Immediately, you were greeted with a flash of red light from within, emanating off the windows to the outside world. Stepping into the room, you were greeted as well with the sight of the man of the hour. Lord Vader was perched in the middle of the sleek, dark room, sitting in the equally-as sleek and dark throne in the middle of it all. If it weren't for the few lights within the room itself, coupled with the deep crimson coming from outside, you wouldn't have even noticed that he was there. As soon as he saw you come in, you felt his gaze from behind the mask fall upon your smaller frame, the sound of his rhythmic, mechanical breath filling your ears.

"Commander (L/N)." he rumbled out, not moving an inch from his seated position as he continued to stare ahead at you. This earned a soft smile from you as you reached down beside the doorframe, pressing a few buttons on the control pad to close the doors behind you and lock them there from the inside.

"There's no need for the formalities, Vader." You responded as you pressed the last few buttons on the controls, "I made sure everyone was gone when I came in. It's just us now."

From the corner of your eye, you could see him relax a little more in his seat as you crossed your arms over your chest. Leaning against the doorframe, you were able to get a much better look at him now. Even sitting down, he still had his iconic intimidation factor. And, he still looked huge. He was a very large man to begin with; over six-and-a-half feet tall, all that bulk and armor. Maybe sitting down only amplified just how big his muscles were, because god damn. He really could make anyone feel small. Without even trying.

Interesting.

"How'd it go?" you asked him, lifting up your legs and bending them at the knee one by one to stretch them out.

You watched as he settled his back against the expanse of his throne, his hands loosely balling up into hard, leathery fists.

"I find myself growing more impatient with their incompetence by the hour." He rumbled out, his tone making it clear that he was quite frustrated after that meeting. This made you breathe out a sympathetic yet amused smile with a shrug.

"That's understandable, though." You replied, "I mean, they aren't you, Vader. I'm telling you: You should just go out there yourself, find him yourself. It'll save a lot of people a lot of hassle. And you'd find him a lot quicker."

He let out a low rumbles at your words; a sound he made when he knew that you were right.

"I am afraid I am assigned those fools by order of my master." He said. The mention of that man made you roll your eyes. Yeah, he was your boss, but from what you knew from Vader, he liked to make things unnecessarily complex just for grandiosity. Hell, you weren't even his apprentice, and you were annoyed with him You couldn't imagine how Vader felt about it. But, it was clear to you then that at the very least, he was beyond frustrated about the whole matter. He would never outwardly say it, but you just knew he was.

He didn't have to say it for you to know.

Picking yourself off of the doorframe, you clacked your boots over to where the Sith was sitting, kneeling down in front of him from in-between his long, muscular legs to be more at eye-level.

"Hey," you said softly, smiling up at him from your crouched position as you laid your soft hand on top of his own sat overtop his armored knee, "I'm sure that they'll pull their act together soon, alright? I mean, they have the most intimidating boss in the Galaxy. Surely that's enough motivation for them to get the job done. If not, well, just remind him who their boss is."

Vader stared down at you without a word, his mask pointed right at your face as he gazed down at you. You noticed how his breath in his respirator hitched briefly shortly before he spoke again.

"You have quite the outlook on such matters as these, (Y/N)." He rumbled out. Lifting up the hand that wasn't underneath your own, he reached down and gently cupped your face in his mechanical palm, earning another soft smile out of you from beneath him.

"I'm just telling you how it is. And I just know what you like to hear." you retorted back, leaning your head into his palm as you felt his thumb gently rub back and forth upon your flesh. Shifting your weight onto your knee, you released the hand you had on the one in his lap, replacing it with one on top of the one he had on your face, giving it a gentle squeeze. You relished in the brief moment of silence that fell overtop the pair of you before you spoke again, softer this time.

"I missed you today." You nearly whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear through his helmet. It was very much the truth; you had missed him. Even though you weren't gone for that long.

You watched as his head tilted to the side.

"Is that so?" he questioned. If you weren't paying attention, you would have missed the slight hint of amusement in the back of his voice; in the way the hand on your cheek tightened ever so softly. You nodded in response, feeling your face heat up at his words.

He let out another rumble, sitting back in his chair ever so slightly. He slipped his gloved hand from off your cheek, trailing his long, thick, robotic fingers down the length of your jaw. They found their new home resting upon your chin, the bone being held firmly yet gently between his thumb and pointer finger as he tilted it upwards towards his mask. Getting a good look at your flushed face, his thumb began to travel across your smooth, plump skin, gliding itself over your bottom lip and gently tracing the bottom of it as well.

"Perhaps I have been too neglectful of your needs as of late, commander." He said to you, his voice just a touch deeper than the normal dark, deep bass that it is.

Retracting the hand off your face, Lord Vader fully leaned back in his chair, fixing his posture to sit as straight as possible. The sith pushed his hips out from his seated position, making his legs extend out from his chair just a tad bit more. He snaked his hand down onto his large, thick thigh, patting the material that covered the muscle a few times as an invitation.

"Come."

Obeying his demands, you stood up from your kneeling position, stepping in such a way that each of your legs were on either side of his large thigh. You sat yourself on the midway point between his knee and hip bone, finding the seat rather comfortable despite being so menacing. Unable to quite get your balance at first, you rested your smaller hands on his chest, on either side of the panel of buttons that adorned his solar-plexus. The sith made note of how you seemed to be unable to find your proper balance and decided to help. Reaching out to you, you felt him place one large, strong, gloved hand on either one of your hips, giving them a squeeze of approval as he rubbed his thumbs into the bone underneath your clothing.

The Dark Lord seemed to simply admire you for a moment, perched on his thigh before him. He could feel the way your hands trembled lightly as they laid upon his chest; see the way your eyes were already glazed over in want. He was a busy man. he didn't get to be this close to you as often as he wanted to be.

That's why, when he did get the chance, he was keen on making it memorable.

Your lips parted as you felt his hands begin to travel up and down the expanse of your waist, the way his fingers ghosted over your back making you shudder in the cold, dark room. Your smaller body was warm under his touch, him able to feel it even through all the different layers of clothing and armor that adorned the two of you. Even though you couldn't see exactly where he was looking, you could feel his eyes on you as you felt his hands travel slowly down your back, stopping only briefly to give your hips and butt a tight squeeze.

"You seem unsettled, little one." he spoke to you, making note of the way your hands laid against him, alongside the bend of your brow as your face heated up some more.

"I-It's just been a little while, my lord." you responded back, feeling how his hands traveled back upwards to rest on your hips once again. He let out a rumble of approval at your verbiage; at the way you addressed him. You knew he liked to be called that during times like these. And he knew that you knew. This only added to his satisfaction. But still, the the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous. You were right in saying that it had been a while. He's a very busy man.

But then again, there's no need to fret, small one. Lord Vader would never do anything to hurt you.

Not unless you asked him to.

Lord Vader reached up one of his hands and brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his knuckles, "There is no reason to worry, my sweet. I have promised you long ago that I would always take care of you."

The Dark Lord placed his back on your hip.

"Now, allow me to prove it to you, little one. Follow my lead, and don't stop until I say. Otherwise there will be consequences."

Before you could blabber out a response to him, you felt his grip on your hips grow tight, enough to where you knew there would be bruises there in the morning. Without warning, the sith begun to grind your hips down onto his thick, muscular thigh, rocking you back and forth in small motions as your clothed crotch ground against his leg. The sudden motion made you gasp, your hands palming at his chest and shoulder armor as a desperate attempt to keep you balanced. After the initial shock of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you began to rock your hips along with his assistance. A plethora of soft, quiet moans and whimpers escaped your lips, your face heating up even further as you heard your sounds ricochet off of the walls of his throne room.

"There you are, my sweet, there... Keep going, pet. Give yourself to me." Lord Vader commanded you, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching you gasp again, but this time a loud, breathy moan following it. Embarrassed by making such a lewd noise, you bit your bottom lip as you tried to suppress your whines, curling your waist as you tried to grid against him further.

Seemingly displeased with you trying to hold back your voice, you watched through blurry, need-filled eyes as the dark lord snaked one of his hands up your body. It only stopped once it reached your chest, the sheer size of it nearly engulfing the entire expanse of your ribcage. Without much of a warning, you couldn't hold back your needy cries as he started to knead and grope at your chest.

"You said you know what I like to hear, correct?" he asked you, only it was phrased as if it were a demand, "Then act like it."

A pang of fear at his displeasure shot through your body. You has yet to see what a punishment from him looked like, and you found yourself not very keen that afternoon to see exactly what it would be. Following his demands, you nodded your head in response and kept your moans vocal without any shame. At the loss of one of his hands, you were finding it hard to balance on his thigh again, making your movements more sloppy than what he would have liked. As a solution, you felt the air around you grow tense as he reached out with his power, using the aid of the force to keep you in place.

Your face looked helpless as you continued to gasp and moan at every stroke along his leg, your cries just has helpless as you.

"F-Fuck- ahh fuck, my lord..! Please, don't stop! So good..!" you blubbered out in between your moans, your hips desperately trying to keep up with his pace.

"Look at you, darling. What a mess you are. You are doing so well for me, little one. Good... keep going. Obey me and I shall reward you." He rumbled in response, his hand on your chest gripping and massaging in all the right places.

After a good while of following his movements, you could feel the old, familiar coil winding inside your stomach. It made your movements more erratic, even to the point to where you were moving your waist much faster than he was guiding you. Feeling your increase in pace, Vader knew that could only mean one thing. To help you along, he began to bounce his knee at random intervals, finding it quite amusing the way you would gasp each time. Your fingers on his chest gripped onto him with nearly all your strength. Your moans had grown louder by the second, only this time you didn't care how embarrassing it was.

It was only him, you were giving them to, anyway.

"I sense that you are close." He said to you, almost so nonchalantly that it made you wanna scream. You tried to respond to him as best you could, but the only thing you could blather out through your thick, lusty haze that crept across your being.

"It is alright, my star. Let go for me. Show me just how I and I alone make you feel."

With that, you let yourself go for him, relishing in the orgasm that ripped itself through your body and forced a plethora of moans escape your lips. Your orgasm made your body go weak, the pure, raw bliss coursing through your veins rendering you unable to move a muscle. To help you ride your high, Lord Vader pushed your hips into his thighs a few more times, his mechanical breath far more ragged than before. He watched as you rose and then came back down from your state of euphoria, watching you without a word as your chest rose and fell beneath his touch as you panted. As he released you from his hold on you through the force, he gently reached out and guided you down to lay against his chest, sensing that you would be far too weak to sit there on your own.

Your body was hot against his, and your small hands grabbed at any part of him that he could reach. With your body in toe, he leaned against the back of his throne, one hand stroking through your sweat, dampened forehead whilst the other held onto you, his arm snaked around your torso. He could tell that you were quite tired now as he rumbled out a few short, small praises to you, not expecting any sort of response in return. Which, for the moment he was fine with. You had done so well for him. It would just be cruel to have you keep going in a state such as this. After having you, he felt much more charitable than he normally did at any given moment.

And whilst sitting upon his throne? In his castle, on his planet on his edge of the galaxy? With his little darling so cutely in his arms?

How could he not be in such a better mood?

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honestlywtfisgoingon · 2 years

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The Purest Love: An HoM One-Shot

OBI-WAN KENOBI x PADAWAN!READER

description: obi and little one’s first time 🥺 (towards the end of chapter 50 in House of Memories)

warnings: smut. like the whole thing plus a tad of fluff. also no protection (wrap it before u tap it guys) but i figured they weren’t that careful since…spoiler… oh and btw mention of ewan’s canonically huge dick

a/n: ahhh this was so fun to write! i literally could not stop thinking abt little one and obi during this scene and ty @meshlasolus for ur blessing lol. *words in bold are excerpts from the og fic*

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"Obi, I know I want this. I know I want you," you said, beginning to push his vest off of his shoulders. "I have trusted you with my mind, I have trusted you with my heart... And now, I'm trusting you with my body."

"I will take care of you, I promise..."

Obi-Wan was not only a man of his word, but a man who loved you; that meant not only would he keep his promise, but he would bind himself to it until the end of his days, and all the days after, just as he had bound himself to you.

you; who now lay beneath him in your barest form, not a single thread keeping him apart from experiencing every inch of your body. It was nothing short of ethereal, the feeling he had as he felt the softness of skin he had never touched before, fingertips grazing the very top of your inner thigh, so close to where you were inviting him tonight. You gasped loudly when he finally made contact with the heat in between your legs, your eyes widening.

The talk you had beforehand let him know that you didn’t want him to stop even when that flicker of nervousness showed on your face. It wasn’t that you were afraid, no, you were excited.

He introduced his touch carefully by drawing small circles on your clit. The way your eyes fluttered at the contact had him groaning already. Encouraged by your reaction, he sped up his ministrations until you felt a sort of tingling feeling. It flared up and down inconsistently between his kisses, frustrating you who was so close to being sent over the edge with this feeling you had never experienced before.

“Obi,” you called him

“Yes, my love?” he said while gazing down at your starry eyes and glowing cheeks.

“more,” you pleaded before lifting your head slightly to meet him in a kiss. While your lips were still on his, he honored your request and slipped his fingers between your folds. When he inserted his middle finger into you up to the knuckle, you moaned loudly into his mouth.

“Maker, it’s like a song,” he whispered in awe while placing small kisses across your face. You let out a small giggle at his compliment that was cut short when he curled his finger inside your pussy. You reached out and gripped his upper arm which was flexed as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of you, adding another and stretching you out even further.

“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he whispered as though he didn’t have you dripping on the sheets already, your body clearly aching to take him. He knew how painful it could be, but he wasn’t sure you were.

As you and Anakin’s guardian, he was obligated to give you two “the talk” but he gave as little detail as possible, preferring to be ran over by a bantha than have to explain the intricacies of sex to his padawans. He never expected that he would fall in love with the grown woman you became, and he would be the one to show you what it was, properly, with love and care. The thought of you in pain was the last hurdle in his mind before he let himself go into you completely.

“I am,” you nodded gently and squeezed his bicep for reassurance. He sucked in a breath and kissed you deeply, as though he needed you like air. In truth, he wasn’t sure that sentiment was entirely wrong.

He wrapped a hand around your waist to pull your body flush with his. You felt his heart beating against your chest, the rhythm vibrating through your pores and syncing up with your own to where you could barely tell them apart.

He lifted himself so that he could see you, wanting to look into your eyes as he finally made love to you. The image he was met with would be the death of him; your hair splayed out across the pillows, creating a halo that, combined with the moonlight caressing your features, made you look like a goddess. And he was going to worship you like one.

Obi-Wan used a hand to brush a few strands of hair off your forehead then cupped the side of your face with it. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, his freshwater eyes never leaving yours as he used his other hand to reach down and position himself.

He slid in slowly, but his hands, although large, could never have prepared you for the sheer size of him. You hissed out as his length pressed tightly against your walls. He added more of himself, inch by inch until pain quickly turned to pleasure. You almost found it a miracle that you were able to take all of him when he finally bottomed out.

His head fell in the crook of your neck as he let out a shuddering breath and continued to move. With every thrust, your reservations ebbed and gave way to a plethora of sounds you never knew you could make. When Obi sucked on the skin just underneath your earlobe, you couldn’t control the whimper you let out, or the way you bucked up your hips. The sudden movement on your end made him groan loudly…so you did it again. He met your thrusts and you continued to move against him until he placed a hand on your hip, pressing you into the bed.

“let me, my love,” he whispered before you let your hips relax, opting to pull him down for a kiss. This was something you were more experienced with, and you knew he liked it when you slipped your tongue in ever so slightly. He opened his mouth and greeted you with his own tongue, both of you enjoying tasting each other.

Obi’s hand slid from your hips to your thigh, bringing it up so that it was hooked on his waist. The new angle gave him access to a spot inside you had you throbbing around him every time the tip of his clock brushed against it. You tightened around him, every ridge of his dick imprinting your walls. He felt so good that it made your fingers pressed against his back retract, which no doubt scraped the broad plane of skin. You felt his brows furrowed against your forehead when your nails pressed into him.

You apologized profusely through your open connection with him in the force, but he wrapped his signature around you in reassurance. After all, he had sustained far worse than a little scratch, the evidence painted on his body through the scars you now traced.

A force bond was something you’d never thought you’d use in the bedroom, until now of course. Both of your minds were open to each other, and you knew he was thinking the same. Not only was the communication helpful, but it was beautiful, the way your bond had created a language only you two could understand. What was being spoken right now was more than I love you. Those three words weren’t even close to describing what was being exchanged by way of your dyad at the moment.

You saw flashes of images, and you realized they were memories of you and Obi from your mingled perspectives. The first time you kissed, one of the many times you crawled into bed with him after a nightmare, even the time you made him cry. Every single one was filled with love. The good and the bad, because there really is no bad with a love like yours. He was going to memorize every detail of this moment to add it to the mosaic of memories, the first out of many times he would make love to you.

Maker, felt him up to your stomach, filling you up so completely, so perfectly, as if your body had been waiting for him since long before this moment. He made your back arch and your toes curl as sparks once again crept over your body. It seemed he was feeling the same as he pulled your other leg up so that you both were wrapped around his waist, opening you up to him so that he could chase both of your pleasures. As he pumped himself in and out of you, you laced your fingers in his hair and used it to tug him down into a kiss. It worked better than you imagined, spurring him on with such fervor to where a sheen of sweat began to cover both of you.

His hand cupped your breast gently, his fingers then moving to circle your nipple as he did with your clit. Your mouth made a small “o” as he stimulated a new part of your body. You didn’t know if it was the way he was touching you, or the fact that it was him touching you, that made you feel like you were floating.

While his hands were busy, you dipped your head to the side, placing soft kisses all over his neck. You felt the subtle scratch of his beard. You loved that you could be a little buried in his facial hair when you kissed him there. He groomed himself to where it was soft and the perfect place for you to find comfort besides his chest. You felt his cheeks drag upward as he smiled at your affections. You traced your kisses from his neck up to the side of his face, stopping to brush the tip of your nose up and down with his as your eyes closed, savoring the moment. It wasn’t long after that they were rolling back into your head as he pinched one of your nipples.

Your breath caught in your throat and he dipped his head down to capture one of them in his mouth. You looked down and he was staring up at you with such intense adoration you couldn’t help but blush. It was funny, how he still made your heart flutter even though you had gone far past the beginning of a relationship, and had given yourself to him completely.

As he swirled his tongue around the bud of your breast, you sighed satisfactorily, your fingers lazily grasping at the sheets to ground yourself when the pleasure made you feel almost dizzy. As he moved back up to kiss your lips once more, he dragged his tongue up and along your sternum, leaving a wet trail that gleamed in the moonlight. His hands traveled with him, sliding along your arms and eventually lacing his fingers with yours. He held your hands to bring them up on either side of your head. You squeezed his hands, finding that holding them was your preferred form of finding stability while he made your hips roll and your back arch underneath him.

“such—a good girl. You’re doing—so well—little one,” he said the words between kisses placed in the shell of your ear. Although his breath was warm, it sent a wave of chills over your body. An incoherent sound of joy was the only response you could manage, and he wouldn’t deny he was rather pleased with the fact; that he was making you feel as good as you truly deserved.

His own words were lost as his hips stuttered from the creeping up of his orgasm. You were close to the edge as well, meeting his thrusts as he lost the will to hold your natural reaction down. With his last couple of thrusts, he found the will to say one last thing before your bodies fell off the tip of your building bliss.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

With your proclamations, both of you became completely overwhelmed by the euphoria that flooded your bodies. There was no possible way to hold back yours and Obi-Wan’s myriad of affections and moans. With his last bit of sense, he crushed his lips on yours, muffling the two of you, but the shared vibrations on your tongues only added to the experience. Every muscle tightened and every nerve sang as you felt Obi-Wan’s white-hot pleasure spill into the very deepest part of you. The legs you had wrapped around him pulled him close so that you might have every last drop.

When the adrenaline gave way and there was feeling back in your fingertips, you used them to brush Obi’s hair out of his face. The slick of sweat held the strands back for a moment before gravity caused them to fall again as he continued to hover over you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before rolling off of you and onto his side. He propped himself up with his forearm and gazed down at you who was gracing him with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Your lips were plush and wet, eyes glossy post-orgasm, and yet you still looked the picture of innocence. Nothing was lost this night, only given freely. The purest kind of love.

“I’m so proud of you,” Obi said softly and tilted his head with a small smile. His words made your heart swell, and you replayed them in your head as you watched him get up to go find some water and a cloth.

He'd made sure you were cleaned up before pulling the sheets over you both and hugging you tightly to his chest, unwilling to let go for even a moment. Nothing compared to you, he was convinced. You'd given him the greatest pleasure he ever felt, and you weren't even trying to. That was the power you had over him, the bewitchment that he did not struggle against.

"I love you, little one," he whispered against your hair, kissing it and focusing his energy on lulling you into sleep along with him.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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HoM: FINALE

Warnings: mentions of death, fluff, and so many emotions

Summary: Obi-Wan an yourself are tasked with taking Luke to Tatooine to be with his family.

A/n: this is it, guys… it’s been one hell of a ride, and I’ve enjoyed it all. Thank you for the best summer of my life, and for all the support you’ve given me.

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This was it, the last mission.

No more fighting, no more loss, and no more war. It was all over, and all that was left would be to deliver this newborn baby in your arms to the people who would become his family. He was so small, so helpless, and unknowing of all that had transpired to enact this circle of events.

When Obi-Wan told Master Yoda about the unfortunate tragedy concerning the fruit of your womb, the old Jedi looked forlorn. He felt sorry for Kenobi, for though he had broken the law of the order and the code that all Jedi resided by, he had been happier with you than he ever was before you entered his life. You were the source of his strength, his better half, and hearing the news that some big part of his happy future had been destroyed before he even got a chance to be excited about it, well, Yoda knew it couldn’t be easy. His compassion was something felt in the room by both Obi-Wan and Yoda.

Since then, your master was by your side through every waking moment. Every step of recovery, he was there. Even when the medical droids told him he may want to excuse himself, for the sights would be hard to handle, he stayed next to you, holding your hand and whispering his love into your ear. You’d bled for several days after the procedure, and though it was normal, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but worry himself. He’d almost lost you, and he already lost his son, whom he’d barely been able to sense and come to know while he was within your body. It should have been too soon to tell, as the pregnancy only lasted the duration of a month and a half, but deep down, he felt it, he knew. He would have had a son.

Watching you sit beside him on Senator Organa’s ship, holding close and soothing a baby boy, his heart was in pain. This was only temporary, and once Luke was with his real family, you would probably feel the affects of it, too.

You were so good with him, the baby. You looked as though you were his own mother, and following this train of thought, he almost believed you were, but then he followed his thoughts to conclusion, and it only hurt him more. Luke wasn’t yours, and he wasn’t Obi-Wan’s. He was Anakin’s and Padme’s, who were now both dead and lost to the force. That was the most devastating of all. They would never get to see their children grow, never get to meet them or raise them the way they had planned. The dark side ruined many a thing, and in just a few days, it ruined thousands of lives forever.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off of the sweet little baby boy. He was precious, his tiny hand wrapped around your thumb and his sleepy eyes beginning to close from the long journey. You were afraid that if you removed your gaze for even a moment that he would stir and his rest be disrupted. It wasn’t until you sensed horrible sadness and grief from the man beside you that you were able to pay attention to anything else.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, turning only slightly to see his heavy expression. It weight on him, and aged him. He looked ten years older just by the look, which couldn’t be changed right now.

He didn’t answer with words, giving an unconvincing nod to you with a fake and dull smile, which instantly was dropped after you looked back to Luke.

“Obi, please talk with me. I know I’m not alone in all of this, but when you put on that face and try to be brave,” you furrowed your brows and felt a lump rising in your throat. How many times could a woman cry in her life? If there was a limit, you were sure you’d soon pass it, if you haven’t already. “It makes me feel like I am… I need to feel this with you.”

He took you in his arms, careful of the baby in yours, and moved you closer to him, allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck while he held you and Luke against him, tightly. You did not shed any tears, like you previously had expected to, but the pain in your chest still remained.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, closing his eyes and focusing soley on you. On your signature, on your body within his comforting hold, and the uneven pattern of your breath, the way it stuttered ever so often to avoid racking a sob. He wanted to cry a million times since everything had happened, but men don’t cry, they stay strong and they hold a stoic position for the sake of the people they love. That’s what he believed, although it wasn’t true. “There has just been so much.”

You understood. Ignoring it wasn’t going to make it go away, but it sure as hell would be easier. To ignore all the facts, and to treat this as any other mission when you knew it would very well be your last. It would keep the sadness at bay, even if for just a little while, but it wouldn’t keep you happy. There would constantly be a nagging feel upon your heart, that you knew was because of disaster, but chose to avoid the chaos that came with it. Emotionally, it would turn you inside out until all that was left would be the chaos and grief.

“It’s a lot to take in, but if we don’t, we’ll eventually suppress everything else, too,” you knew he was taking this harder than you were, because you’d sensed it within him as soon as you both sat down in the small room of the ship. “We have to acknowledge the bad things in order to keep the good things in our memory.”

He, for a split second, actually smiled at your words. You always amazed him, your profoundness was a force to be reckoned with on its own, not to mention the hundred of other fantastic attributes he knew were buried within the wide expanse of your personality.

“How did you get so wise?”

Another smile, but from your own face this time.

“I have a wonderful Master who taught me everything I know,” you pressed a kiss on the skin of his neck, more littered in hair from his beard than usual. It was scruffier than he normally wore it, but as always, you thought he looked beautiful.

“You are way beyond anything I could have ever taught you, my love.”

Luke was gone, out of your arms and now in the safeguarded ones of his aunt and uncle. Two lucky souls in whom would get to watch that baby grow up. Those who would witness his first steps, among other things, and raise him into an adult. They would get to live out the wishes of those who were responsible for Luke being born in the first place. They would be living out Padme’s dreams and highest hopes, along with everything Anakin had ever wanted.

When you first landed on Tatooine, you were immediately reminded of them, Padme and Anakin. It was with them that you came here to find his mother. It was with them that you finally acknowledged your feelings for Obi-Wan, and oh, how they had grown.

Now you were sitting on the edge of the bed in a room, unfamiliar to you, located inside a small Inn on the Mos Eisley territories. You were waiting for Obi-Wan to finish making arrangements for your newly acquired Eopie. He was taking longer than you thought it might take, but weren’t willing to move unless you had to. For the first time since that horrible day had taken place, you were able to just reflect. Thinking about the first life lost, Mak, the lives that were saved, Jocosta Nu and the youngling, and of course, the biggest losses. You’d lost every Jedi you ever knew, either dead or now on the run, never to be seen again. You lost your home, the temple, a great place of solace for someone of your gifts and capabilities to train and improve, and become higher with rank. You lost the clones, so many soldiers turned on you and the others. You’d known them or years, fought for the same cause and given them your trust. The names you thought about specifically right now were: Cody, Rex, Jesse, Fox, and Wolffe. The names you’d spoken the most, the ones you’d always remember. You wondered what would happen to them when this was all over. Clearly this tragedy wasn’t their doing. They were good, honest, and loyal. Never once did they falter in following orders or doing what was seen as right. Now, there were unforeseen forces controlling the legions, and making them do unspeakable things. You feared for their lives when they had served their purpose. You wanted so badly to try and reach them when the grounds were settled, but knew that if they were still out to get you, you could be putting yourself, Obi-Wan, and perhaps even Luke in danger.

Speak of the devil, Obi entered the room with haste, coming over to where you sat and taking your hands to help you off the bed. You stood up without hesitation, but when he lacked an explanation for why he then began pulling you towards the door, you planted your feet and stopped moving.

“What are you doing?” Your confusion laced voice did not deter him, he simply began pulling you along the next moment, though he had an answer this time, however obscure.

“Something I should have done a while back.”

It wasn’t direct, and gave no information, but you knew better than to question him when he started off on a tangent like this. He was determined, that was for sure. His speed as he pulled you along the walkways outside the Inn was not something you so soon expected of him. He was still worse for wear from the previous days behind him.

Once you reached a little building, you were no longer confused, but rather impacted by the sudden jolt of nerves that quickly built in the pit on your stomach. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it was quite joyful given the circumstances, and you followed him now with the speed and enthusiasm he held.

The building had a small sign outside the door that you read as you passed. The galactic basic spelled out to you ‘ordained clergy’.

By the time you made it to the back room of this place, there was a man, finely dressed considering the town, and seemed to be awaiting your presence. Had Obi-Wan already been here? Was this discussed before hand?

“You’ve returned,” the man said, answering both of your questions at once. He’d definitely spoken to the man. “This is her?”

“Yes, sir.”

The man approached you and gave you a warm smile. He reached his hand out for you to shake, and though it seemed weird at first, you shook it anyway. You’d have to get used to the different customs of this planet again. No one here would likely bow as a greeting, not like on Coruscant.

“Are you aware of this man’s intentions with you?” His question was met with a blush on your behalf, as you thought about what all of this meant.

“I am, now,” you looked to him with a slight look of surprise, but also one of genuine and pure happiness. This would be a happy day, despite all the horrors you had witnessed before it. You would be sad that your dearest friends would not get to watch the ceremony, as you did for them, but they would be with you in spirit, and you’d remember them happily.

“I know I didn’t ask you,” Obi-Wan was thrilled that you weren’t upset with him over this, because truly it was the only thing he could think of that could perhaps turn the thunderstorm into a rainbow filled sky. It wouldn’t last forever, the bright skies, but it would linger long enough to dull the pain, if even just for a moment. “But I can’t stand not being married to you for another day. I saw the sign and I-“

“I know,” you cut him off, turning back to the ordained man and nodding to him, as if to tell him you were of sound mind and were ready to take the steps needed to finally join yourself to the man you loved.

He brought you to the front of the room, having you first repeat after him the certain vows that were needed in order to proceed. You couldn’t look away from Obi’s eyes the whole time. There was so much emotion. There was pain, there was anguish, and there was anger, though buried deep behind the blue irises, with just a hint of gold in the middle. Amongst it all, though, you saw the love he had for you, how deep it went, how unending it would be, for all the days of his life, he would love you. Until the end of time. His love and his joy of this moment overcame anything else he could feel right now. It would be felt later, and you’d be there by his side to help him through it, just as he would be for you.

The vows were not the ones you’d wanted to say, as they did not compare to the depth of what you needed to tell him. You would wait until later to spill the contents of your heart to him, to let him know all the things you’d never said before but had always thought about. He wanted to do the same for you, to ravish you with a poetic language like no other, to bring you to tears based solely on his feelings for you.

This moment, though surrounded by chaos, would become the most important of your life.

The man continued the ceremony for only minutes, but you felt it forever, as there was only one more part that you truly cared about. You wanted him to kiss you.

He always devoutly praised you through his kisses, and you were never one to complain, for they brought you to life and made you feel unlike anything that should be possible in the galaxy. Maybe you were so in love with him that anything else seemed drab in comparison, but no, you were a dyad in the force, a powerful duo that could not be stopped when they were together. Any battles you fight together shall be won, words that were once said to you my Mace Windu himself.

“With the authority ordained upon me, I now present you as man and wife.”

You thought you’d been the one anxious to kiss him, but he’d been the one to not even await the finished sentence before he tugged you by your hands against him, kissing you like it was his last day in the universe. He’d always lived each day as if it were his last, and this was no exception. Now that things were going to be different, he’d strive to make the best out of every hour if he needed to.

You melted in his arms while his lips danced against yours. It was deep and romantically synced, every movement bringing sweet bliss. This was love as it should be, persevering, consistent, and overall, true. Come what may, you would love him until your dying day.

You broke apart first, a thought on your mind that needed to be conveyed.

“All my life I never had a family name. I didn’t have a family. When people would ask, I could never give them an answer of what it was, because there wasn’t one… but now there is,” you swept a lose hair back into the other golden strands before breathing out and smiling.

He understood what you meant right away, and mimicked your giddy expression. He was more than filled with joy over this small aspect, only because it had made you so happy. He nodded to you, wanting to hear you say it aloud for him.

“I’m a Kenobi.”

A/N: Fin.

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Snippet: The Heart of the Ship

Hey guys, this is a little extract of the fic I'm working on atm, hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody/Captain Rex

Rating: T

Tags: Rex needs a hug, self-loathing, potentially polyamory, not so unrequited love (eventually), hurt/comfort, pining

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His thoughts ground to a halt.

Movement flashed at the corners of Rex’s attention and he let his eyes follow it just in time to witness Obi-Wan’s hand coming to rest on the plastoid armour adorning Cody’s thigh.

Rex held his breath.

Though he wouldn't have been able to feel the contact through his armour, there was no doubt that Cody had noticed the gesture as soon as it had happened. Rex watched intently and was sure that Cody would push the offending hand away or at least look uncomfortable at the unsolicited attention from their superior officer. But instead, Cody smiled so fucking gently at the Jedi, as if Obi-Wan were the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.

Rex could feel his world coming crashing down around him.

It was like being dunked in a vat of ice water, or as if someone was reaching up through his ass and pulling his lungs out the same way. It had him feeling suddenly cold and nauseous, filled with the desire to move, to do anything other than sit there.

But as much as it pained him to do so, Rex couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than stare at the couple.

Because what the fuck.

Though Rex knew that those close to him probably suspected something, he knew he’d done a good job of hiding just how desperately he’d cared for Obi-Wan since he’d first set eyes on him.

Because of course he’d had to hide it!

Rex was well aware of the chain of command and the rules in place to protect it. He and Obi-Wan? General Kenobi and a mere clone? It could never happen, even with the best will in the world. Rex knew that and so he’d chosen to keep those feelings to himself instead of enduring the very likely possibility of being reassigned. He knew how unprofessional his feelings for Obi-Wan were and so he’d restrained himself.

Why was it that when Cody didn’t do the same, he was rewarded and not punished?

Why was it that Cody was allowed this, something good, but Rex couldn’t?

Distantly, a little voice in the back of Rex’s head echoed ‘don’t ask, don’t get’ but that wasn't the point - the point was Cody’s sheer audacity to ask for something Rex couldn’t (wouldn’t).

Cody shouldn’t have been pursuing this in the first place! Rex couldn’t be too angry at him, though. At either of them, really. He knew what that blasted general looked like, how lovely he was. It made sense that Rex wasn’t the only person who was interested.

No. This had nothing to do with him being angry at Cody. In fact, Rex wasn’t sure he could fully untangle his feelings towards Cody at all in that moment.

Why was it that Rex was left alone while both of them lived the life that he wanted?

It wasn’t as if Rex felt the need to separate the happy couple either. Why would he do that when (theoretically) he could just squish himself right in the middle and join in? He could practically feel the warmth of their bond, their affection for each other, all the way across the mess hall.

If Obi-Wan were a Vod, Rex wouldn’t have needed to think twice. His brothers did that kind of shit all the time and it had worked out mostly well for them so far. But nat-borns were different, everybody knew that. Jedi even more so. Rex couldn’t help but wonder just how far Obi-Wan had needed to bend his own resolute moral compass to love Cody and vowed to himself that he wouldn’t be the one to make Obi-Wan bend it even more. He would have rather died than cause either of them even a fleeting second of discomfort - even if that was to his own detriment.

Rex took note of how close they were sitting. Not subtle at all, really, but Waxer didn’t seem put out by it in the slightest. Rex knew why. They looked right together and Rex knew he couldn’t spoil what a pretty picture the two of them made. He couldn’t bring himself to be happy for them, either, and hated himself or that.

With how loved-up they both looked, Rex almost expected them to start making out right then and there. His stomach gave a lonely, jealous twinge at the thought. He knew he couldn't afford to see if he was right - his poor heart had had quite enough for one day.

Abruptly, Rex stood. So much so that several of the clones seated nearby startled and stared. Coric stared up at him with wide eyes.

“...Sir?”

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deepbatched · 1 year

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The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Part 2 of ? « previous part

warnings: none, obi-wan's pov, angst with bits of comfort, not y/n, slight mentions of villian!reader, mentions of order 66 and death a.k.a. reader. this takes place in the series and flashbacks during tcw. possible grammar mistakes (english is not my first language). w/c: 3.4k.

Summary: After Obi-Wan Kenobi successfully rescues Leia, he starts to question himself how could his hedonistic beloved possibly end up the way she did, the way he last saw her. Seeking for answers, he reaches for Bail Organa to find out why he —like all the people he loved before— couldn't save her.

"It's easy for you, isn't it?", Obi Wan didn't understand her question. "Play the good guy, doing your part", she explained herself.

It is known that every love tale starts with promises of everlasting affection, to the drowning sensation of being consumed by the image of your loved one. Theirs didn't start nor end like that.

"Maybe we're more similar than you'd like to hear" he twirled his blue lightsaber, his pose relaxing as their fight had stopped again, he never turned his weapon off, neither did she, they just let them rest for a minute.

Their love was unusual, as Obi- Wan recognized that he loved everything he hated about her, and she hated everything he believed in, yet never could hate him. The contradiction installed in themselves not to be blamed as in the eyes of the other they would never be judged.

"Oh, don’t act like you really know me," she chuckled mockingly, "and don't agree with me, fight with me".

She elevated her lightsaber again, striking him fast enough to not harm him, slow enough for him to see it coming. They kept attacking simultaneously, illuminating the little room they were fighting in, gracing each other like children playing tag your it.

She turned it off once they reached a darker part of the compound, becoming invisible to him as she tried to blind her Force signature from him, creeping in the shadows like a bounty hunter, she came out kicked him on his stomach, he turned off his lightsaber too as quickly as a blink, he didn't wish to hurt her.

But that thinking was offending her at that moment.

If Obi-Wan wanted a physical fight, she would give him a war. And she did, she did give him an endless war on his mind that he could never win.

He focused on feeling her, reaching her through the Force, a wrapping sensation fed him up with curiosity, a taste of storm, the smell of petrichor and the color gray, plain defenseless color, the color of cold, of smoke and pain.

She was about to punch him in the face with the back of her arm — an aggressive kiss on his cheek. He stopped it abruptly, being able to turn her into his body, his chest pressed with her back, caging her in an unwanted embrace, a long awaited unrequited display of affection.

"Hurt me back!", she demanded, with all her love and her pain and her rage, "Don't you love to be enemies with me?", she asked rather spitefully, trembling even, as her eyes watered a little.

Obi-Wan could feel it in her Force signature, all of her sadness, and pride, and brokenness and love, confused and disturbed, but still it was love. And as her nails clawed into his arms like a wounded animal, she didn't want to leave his pull on her.

He didn't have to say anything, not even when they were both ignoring the war outside to slip and cuddle on the floor for a minute or two, they were there, holding the other in their arms bruised and unable to heal on their own, feeling each other melt and combine through the Force, so close yet so far.

Obi-Wan had hope in her, he had hope for everyone in fact, but with her was different.

Because hope was an infectious disease that threatened him when he saw her golden eyes, like if her Force signature elevated her in that aura, he let himself be wrapped in it for seconds every encounter, just to sunbathe in her. To know what it felt like to be part of the foreign. When he wasn't paying attention, she could feel him too, mingled with his softer side, as if it cleared her mind. There was no violence, no sharpness, no resistance. Only him.

Obi-Wan didn't want to be her enemy, but he knew they could never be friends, they were the third secret thing, the thing in between loving and hating. Whatever it was, he didn't want to let go.

But he had to open his eyes, to welcome reality and wake up to another setting totally different to the one he was engaging with inside his mind. He had become an old man in a chair, delusional with his own past, trying to decode it like a cryptic message. Instead she guarded him hidden in the shadows, and he daydreamed about her in the passenger's seat.

Another mission accomplished. Another time to feel like the hero.

If he succeeded, why didn't he feel completely relieved? Holding Leia's hand he could reminisce a glimpse of his past, the numerous times he held little Anakin's with caution when he missed his mom in the coldness of the immense space, the almost identical gentle grip to not shatter her dreams the very way he shattered her past already. Because guilt wasn't completely washed away, their encounter was not even near to be over, it would linger within his soul till the twins became of age and learned the truth of their origins.

The same way her memoir would burn his soul for the next few years of his existence. His sweet viper, his hedonistic beloved, his tiny little hope.

Egotistically, she was the only thought his mind could fully develop without the shadow of Anakin's demise and the possession of Darth Vader. She was now entirely his problem, his last nightmare.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was the last register of your existence.

In their brief fight, Darth Vader had revealed to him how she had disappeared once more, allegedly by Kenobi's hand. The Sith Lord couldn't be more wrong, as Obi-Wan could barely see her corpse for less than five minutes. There was no way she had just stood up and left the fortress, she was very much dead, they both saw how she was not with him.

But that didn't matter in a fight like that, nor the next one. All that mattered was that little Leia was safe and at home again, the same way Luke would be protected from the ghosts that followed him, Obi-Wan knew now he wouldn't need him for the next few years.

Oh how much he missed to be needed. How he missed to feel their bond, to call her through his commlink in those misty lonely nights.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Pacing restless at his quarters, he felt the call of his own fears take in his spirit, he had fought as he believed was right. The burning bruises lingered in his arms and back, nothing comparable to the touch of the blaster's shot she received to protect him.

And he had noticed how it started to become more frequent, she didn't attack him when he fell to the floor merciless anymore, she waited for him to catch his breath and even handed him his lightsaber when she made it fall, it happened multiple times which stopped being isolated moments. Simple coincidences became premeditated displays of mutual admiration.

Aren't you supposed to kill the enemy?

Then why take care of him?

Why did he want to comfort her?

Whatever bruises and scratches he had, was little to the scar she would wear.

"Hello?... Hello?" she had answered believing it was a mistake, perhaps bad coverage from the sleazy place she found on a remote planet.

His blurry face came more into view, a clear shape of a man he had seen for a while, gentle blue eyes that haunted her like a ghost, a ghost of a promised hope that shall never come.

In the pit of intrigues and destroyed battleships, lied the face of a man that she yearned to know, whose only known facts revolved into thoughts of war, after the wars begun there was no time for anything else, and with her misleading to the acclaimed wrong side it was certain they weren't going to become the best of friends. In fact, it was forbidden to seek contact between each other, even could be considered an act of high treason to the ideals of the Republic.

Yet they were there, he was there more likely, pretending he didn't fancy her, as he would unknowingly pretend for the rest of his life that he didn't attain feelings beyond platonic for another being ever in his heart. But how to admit out loud to her what he could not even make up to himself?

It was not in his plans to do it, but after seeing her injured, he knew he had to at least find a way to reach out to her as well as he knew how wrong it was, and there he was anyway, furrowing his brow when heard her muffled groan.

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly watching the hologram's movements, she was dense in the brim, a shadow whose light was only seen in the darkest of nights — his deadly firefly.

What did it hurt? The distance? The code? The war? The duty? The different ideologies? The unrequited feelings? The sense of betrayal?

"I'll live, Kenobi," she said reassuringly, attending to her wound.

Minutes of silence went by, none of them knowing what to say. What could possibly unite them that could make their bond bloom? What could be strong enough to not break them? He had never felt such a connection with anyone, he was frightened and elevated, not even with his fellow Force sensitive.

Obi-Wan criticized Satine at her time, of her idealistic thinking and her ideal way of seeing politics. She saw peace where he saw war, she saw solutions in the middle of all of his conflicts. And now it seemed that the tables had turned. Because Obi-Wan chose to see the good in a Sith like in everything else.

Would she laugh at him if she was there? Would she make jokes on him and judge him? Remind him of how impossible it is to love him? But oh! How much he wanted to care for someone at the end of the battle.

Part of being a Jedi was to acknowledge nothing was entirely black and white, like good and evil. Someone who wants to kill you won't let you escape from his grasp. The hint was there, out in the wild to interpret for the both of them. Obi-Wan did know it wasn't the first time it happened, but didn't know when it would be the last, and as much as a relief could mean to another couple of opponents, to him the thought was too much to handle.

"You're thinking too loud," she falsely complained to tease him.

"Pardon me?", he asked, maybe too serious, too trailed away from his initial thoughts, as if she was capable of reading him the same way he had tried to read her.

"I was joking. You stayed very still with your hand on your beard like this," she imitated his pose through the device to show him the exact position he was in, which immediately made him cease from it.

"I don't look like that".

This mildly outrageous comment made her laugh, not a mischievous laughing like she used to, a pleasant sincere one, that in response made him smirk.

"But you do look like this", no one would have believed Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi could make weird gestures to a hologram, but there he was, forgetting the point of his call in the warmth of her laughter.

"That's mean even for a Jedi", her giggles were the cure for his uneasiness, a strange mix of security and danger. "How did you intercept this signal?".

Her voice pitched lower, to mask the frightening sensation that erased her hopes of hearing him admit the unspeakable, the same feelings that have been burning her heart for so many eons ago. She knew very well Jedi couldn't acquire feelings like those, as sentients as they were, they were dangerous for the mere reason of blurring the lines between love and attachment, there was no known Jedi who could love selflessly.

And yet, her darkest desire was feeling herself hanging on the lips of his secret love, General Kenobi.

Now it was Kenobi's turn to lie or speak his truth, uneasy by her sudden hostility, her way to seek for security, perhaps he would do the same in her situation.

"I— " he wavered a little. What was he supposed to say? 'I was looking for you', 'I was worried about you', 'I don't want you to get hurt', it wasn't appropriate. "Wanted to make sure you— ".

He was never at a loss of words, he always knew what to say even when he drifted his mind away from conversations, though his mind decided to stop being assertive while speaking to her.

"Make sure I?".

"Weren't dead", worry was the very first feeling which turned into fear. A sensation he didn't want to let dominate him, that he couldn't let pass.

But he couldn't help himself, didn't he? And a little corruption occurred, the first of his life, the last of his night.

It was just so alluring, the way she had him trapped into contradiction, finding affection inside aggression. When did it start that he didn't realize? That he made things for her too and made the isolated a currency, — that he was slowly bending the rules for her.

He couldn't neglect he had failed his stances to not hurt her, or that he hadn't purposefully used the Force to put things out of her way before getting herself into a fatal accident, that he —an experimented general—avoided capturing her every chance he got. An innocent mistake at first that led to a series of unconscious love games.

"How thoughtful of you", the sarcasm of her expression couldn't mask the sweet tone in which she spoke. "Why do you care?", her inquiry was actually concerned, she didn't want to escape again after finding a safe remote place with the few last credits she had only because a Jedi decided he was a good prize to show his little Council.

He seemed to think about it a little longer than expected, waiting carefully to respond to her. The right thing would be to hang up and rethink what he was doing, threaten her even if he was that daunting to make room for speculations of disgust upon her. He didn't want that. Thus he smiled, sincerely, the very same way she smiled to the poor children living on the inferior levels of Coruscant.

"Why did you save me?" he had set with that question the start of something he would not be able to control in the foreseeable future, a never ending longing.

But he needed to know. He must know, otherwise, he was afraid she would be that last thing he thought about before going to sleep, the first thing he thought about after waking up.

"Don't dare to get it wrong, mere courtesy that's all", she boldly assured, as she couldn't give herself the privilege of giving him false hopes, "if that's why you called, I suggest you to hang up". She drifted her gaze away from his holo, she was trying hard to make him leave.

Even to her that seemed like a logical action on Obi-Wan's mind, if only he wasn't too tired to comply with all the unbreakable rules and detached a little from his perfect Jedi image.

How could Obi-Wan tell her that just because no one else can see it, he doesn't love her any less?

"I called for other circumstances" he declared carelessly, taking a seat in a meditation position now as he expected for the night to be as long as he could maintain it.

"Which are?".

"No one deserves to be alone" Obi-Wan muttered, he had made his way with words, as he had read her, she was so lonely.

"I said I'll live", she stumbled trying to get a seat.

Her wound was profound yet curable, Obi-Wan still could see her pain through the commlink, he didn't feel at ease knowing she was in another side of the galaxy in pain. So far from him, and he didn't want to think her helpless, but he did think her stubborn, she would never let him help her, so asking her to give him her location and go after her was out of the picture.

But he wished he could follow her wherever she goes.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

He was trained to believe the Jedi way wasn't a solitude path, but now that he thought about it more, it does feel lonely, although it was proven a Jedi Master never truly is.

As long as he was connected to the Force, he was connected to all beings he protects. A Jedi Master is the watcher, the caretaker, the guardian. He is not just the sword nor just the shield, he is both the light and the darkness. He is in the shadows, watching over his loved ones, supposedly protecting his allies. For years inside his mind he held this guilt on his chest, that he chose to protect his enemies, not once but twice.

Still, what was all about when no one was safe? When every being he swore to protect was now in the claws of a cruel ruler? If there was no escape? If he was the shield, where was his sword? His loved one?

She had shattered his heart by giving him that which he could never have, which he could not live without once tasted and memorized — the contentment of their conflicted companionship.

"What will you do now?" Bail asked now that Leia was gone and Obi-Wan was about to leave on his ship.

"Wait" he said calmly, "my duty won't be over until they know" this was the scary part, the fear of making the same old mistakes. A tired sigh leaving his chest.

"On Tatooine?" insisted Bail, slowly conducting his chatting to her, to free Obi-Wan from another headache and give him that last peace of mind he knew he needed, he deserved to know after all he had been through.

"I have nowhere else to go", he claimed, stroking lightly his beard, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling of himself, without her alive, he had no reasons anymore to leave Tatooine and fulfill his duty.

"I must tell you... The side of the story you know about her is incomplete", as much as she caused problems to him in the past, he recognized how selfless she had been fighting against the empire the first few years. "She didn't die as a traitor, the Inquisitors punished her for helping a Jedi".

"What?... How?". He realized now Bail knew the reason she was caged Vader's Fortress.

"She helped Ahsoka survive an attack to arrive to Malachor where she is exiled now, Ahsoka couldn't have escaped successfully if it weren't for her, we couldn't get her out and Vader...", Bail wasn't able to end his train of thought, confusion struck Obi-Wan like a needle through his heart "I just thought you had to know".

Bail was worried to break Obi-Wan's spirits more on Anakin's actions, because the former Jedi could imagine what was going on inside Darth Vader's mind — by punishing you he was punishing him.

Obi-Wan asked who this mysterious someone was, pretending not to know who Bail was talking about before his lips pronounced your name too loud and clear to be mistaken, too loud for every corner of his body to know. His poison ivy, his rotten fruit, his lovable stinger.

Why did it have to be too late to follow her?

He nodded to him in silence and watched him leave as the ship took off. Heartbroken, he was silently content about being right about her, to put his trust and hopes in her.

He didn't know what to do on his way back to Tatooine, only how to feel, the anguish and despair, the inutility, to measure all of the things he failed to express at the right time. Was it possible that she died without knowing how much she was loved? Could the Maker be able to let such cruel condemnation happen?

When your duty is over...

Perhaps, the misunderstanding of their promise by his end, the oath he devotedly kept under his wing to be his precious secret was now one side of the cliff's whisper. Closing his eyes, he could still see her pleading eyes, the exact same eyes that made him wake up abruptly night after night.

Meet me...

At the end, she had died the way she lived, in the darkness of night.

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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness pt.4

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: (IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD PLACE MENTALLY DO NOT READ THIS PART!!!!!!!!) ANGST!!! Depictions of induced (reference Sith induced horror and mind shards) PTSD flashbacks, death, injury, near death, threatened death, battle scenes, blood, pain, regret, longing, anger, self loathing, foul language, SNAKES!.... Yeah if I missed anything let me know. Needless to say not light reading.... (Why'd it have to be snakes!)

note: if Italic indicates mental telepathy etc.

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas!!!! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

Ok folks I will fully admit this one has been taking quite a while to cook because well... It took a hell of a lot out of me to do this one. I wanted it done just so and I didn't want to let it out to the tumblr verse otherwise. AGAIN please heed the warnings!!!!

Yes our reader is a badass (Her master is Mace frickin' Windu!) but even she ain't enough to take on a Sith. I also will reiterate that I believe that there are limitations to all force abilities.

If you have never seen Sir Christopher Lee fence in other films (actual swordsman really!) go watch some of his other works, they are amazing! I referenced the 1970's four musketeers specifically for the fight here, lot of fencing terms are used.

Picture/ GIF Credit: @92-guy, @supererick911, Lucasfilm & Pinterest

Words: 8456... (Holy moly!)

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Dooku had always favored games of strategy as a child. Dejarik, Nexu and Hounds, Weiduk were all child's play compared to his game board now. It had been a long strategy, years of moving all of his pieces into play and now... now was the time to finally begin his endgame. Every forfeit and feign leading to this point.

“Senator Amidala won't you have a seat.”

Dooku observed as the Geonosian guards brought the young Senator and her companion roughly to the table. He restrained his annoyance at their... crude method of capture. Fortunately Fett had stepped in and salvaged the situation. Viceroy Gunray may want the woman dead, but she still held value. Killing was often the simplest answer to a problem, but it may not yet be the correct one. Patience often yielding the better option in any given situation. Given the difficulty of her capture he could see why she was a useful thorn in his Master's side.

Padme stared dispassionately at the Count, “I am here to discuss the Jedi Knights in your custody. If they are released immediately I am willing to overlook the assault of myself and Jedi Skywalker.”

“I'm not.” Anakin muttered under his breath.

“I'm afraid that I cannot allow that. You see Masters Kenobi and L/n have been convicted of espionage and sentenced to execution.” Dooku watched the young woman's face turn pale, her young protector closing rank behind her. The boy held his temper, but Dooku could feel it simmer just below the surface.

How very interesting...

“They're representatives of the Republic on an investigatory mission. You of all people should recognize that.” Padme gripped into the arms of the chair to ground her emotions. The Count pursed his lips and tilted his head sympathetically, but there was no honesty to the gesture.

“We do not recognize the Republic here, but if Naboo were to join our alliance,” Dooku's lips turned up in a kind façade, “I would gladly hear your petition for clemency.”

“And sacrifice my peoples rights to your charlatan council, I think not.” Padme's voice dripped venom, well remembering the causalities of the Trade Federation Blockade. “This anarchy must end Count, release the Jedi and I will see to it that you have appropriate representation when you are brought to trial.”

“A very kind offer Senator Amidala, but not one I think that you will be able to deliver on,” Dooku laughed in his chest. The girl still thought she could win, how quaint. Ah to have that youth and the ideals that once came with it. Dooku knew the true power and way of the galaxy that only came with age, it was a shame that this young woman would not live long enough to see for herself. “I'm afraid that given your own activities here, you and your Jedi compatriot have been found guilty of the same charges. I'm so very sorry my dear.”

Jango watched as the prisoners were led away, a dark feeling settling over him. The Jedi welp wouldn't have come on his own and that meant that there would be more on the way. Starting a war was a messy business, fighting one was not in the contract. Keeping a casual air he moved to speak with Tyranus. “I've been contacted about a bounty near Concord Dawn. I should leave within the hour, if I'm finished here that is.”

Dooku glanced at the hunter, feeling the unease in him though he hid it quite well. Fett would never be foolish enough to defy him, but he was just smart enough to see the likely trouble coming. Smiling at the man he rose, walking towards the hallway. It would be easy enough to let the hunter go about his business, but if Fett was uneasy then it was all the more reason to keep him close. “Of course my friend, I would never want to interfere in your dealings. I had hoped that you would join us for the execution, after all Boba seemed very excited when the entertainment was being brought in earlier. But if you must go...”

“It would be rude not to accept,” Jango kept his tone light, uncaring. He could see the man was testing him. He was a cagey one Tyranus, but not the first that Jango had delt with. Raising an amused brow at the older man he gave a half smirk, “Wouldn't want to disappoint the boy.”

Dooku smiled back, “Of course not.”

Of all the ways that you thought that you would die a gladiator arena hadn't even made the top ten. Your personal hope had been a clean death, nice and quick. Or maybe in your sleep. But as the chariot carrying you and Obi Wan approached the columns, seeing the deep tooth and claw gashes, cold dread washed over you. Dying wasn't frightening to you, but the thought of seeing Obi Wan suffer because of your failure... it was your very worst nightmare. Grasping at straws you fell back to dark humor, “Well at least the sun's shining.”

“A better show for our hosts I imagine,” Obi Wan gazed at you, sarcastic smile quirking up.

You snorted, “Glad to see you're optimistic at least.”

Obi Wan knew that tone, the resigned look. He had long prayed to not see it again, yet he too knew the grim reality of their situation. If by some miracle Anakin had sent the message on, a rescue may not reach the two of you in time. If escape were to happen it would be on their own skill to do so. “Just remember the plan and stay close, together or not at all wee one.”

“First round at Maffa's is on me.” Shaking your head and taking a deep breath you tried to smile.

“This day is not our end Y/n, I promise.”

As the guards finished securing your hands to the post you couldn't help the bitter tone of your reply, “Don't make promises you can't keep.”

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The ship had dropped the rescue team as close as possible without being detected. It had taken considerable patience and negotiation to keep the civilian crew from joining the Jedi, one in particular had tested Mace's will. He had finally pulled Yalvaberg to the side, explaining that if the situation turned truly south that he was relying on her and the others to get them out quickly.

The girl had argued, yelled, begged to go. In the end Mace had asked her what you would do. It was a testament really, the loyalty and care of the gathered rag tag group. Glitch had handed him a comm and then squeezed his hand around it tightly, bidding her gods to guide them. Her last words to him and the others echoed in his ears even in the catacomb halls.

“Victory or Valhalla.”

Anakin's emotions swirled about him like a raging torrent. Despair, anger, hopelessness, and disappointment kept barely contained. He had failed his mother, he had failed his Masters, and now he was about to fail the woman he loved. It wouldn't even matter that she could not love him back, but that they would die together because he couldn't follow a simple order.

He felt so kriffing useless.

Anakin tried to find the calm within as you had taught him, to make peace with himself on the walk to the staging area. As Master Obi Wan often reminded him, in failure there is opportunity and from opportunity victory can yet be achieved.

“I'm sorry Anakin, I should have listened to you.” Padme swallowed as the guilt rose. Her hubris had led to this, thinking that these demagogues could be reasoned with.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Padme.”

“Yes I do,” She pursed her lips desperately trying to find the words.

Anakin glanced at her drawn face, finding the focus that he so needed. He would get Padme to safety even if it killed him. Putting on a confident face he tried to give her a reassuring look. “Don't be afraid.”

“Oh Anakin... I'm not afraid to die.” Padme shook her head with a somber grimace. “I've been dying a little every day since you came back into my life.”

Anakin winced, “What are you saying?”

She couldn't lie any longer, not to him and not to herself. If one could not be truthful in the face of death then how could they hope to see the other side of creation. Padme looked into those blue eyes, begging forgiveness for the deceit. “I love you.”

“You love me?” It was as if the whole of the Force had calmed his turmoil at her words. Anakin wanted to whoop and crush her to himself, but the shackles not withstanding he was still hesitant. He could feel the roll of her emotions within and as badly as he wished to believe Padme, Anakin remembered the bitter sting of her words from a few nights before. “I thought we decided not to fall in love. That we would be forced to live a lie... That it would destroy us.”

“Our lives are about to be destroyed anyway.” Turning as best the restrains would allow, Padme let go of her control. Tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her voice trembled, “I know how I feel for you. As much as my mind begs me to stop, my heart won't obey. The moment that I saw you again I felt whole, not knowing that I was incomplete.”

“Padme I...” Anakin tried to reach for her, to reassure and comfort. He cursed and struggled against the chains.

“Ani please,” pressing her shoulder to his, Padme huffed a breath out, “I cannot control this love for you and I don't wish to anymore. I truly, deeply love you Anakin Skywalker.”

Anakin moved, desperately stretching to finally kiss her. Unable to do more than give the lightest pressure, he tried to put every bit of what he felt into the gentle melding. For once he dropped his own walls, wanting to feel more than just this sweet affection. The dazzling way her signature flickered as they kissed, the heat that rose in her cheeks. If Anakin could freeze time he would have this moment last forever.

It was a bittersweet kiss of love and regret, of time squandered. Maker he wished that she had simply told him the truth before now. He wanted to be upset with her, but the salt of her tears easily swept that away. Anakin would move the orbits of the stars to never see Padme cry again. Feeling the stutter in her breathing he tried to find the words to say. “My heart has always been yours my angel. When we get out of this...”

“Anakin.”

“WHEN we get out of this I will show you just how much I love you.” He kissed her again before she could speak. He wished he could stop the wheels of the chariot, to beg the galaxy a few moments more. Their lips parting as the vehicle exited the portal, Anakin's resolve was firm. The two of them would survive this. Padme loved him and he would not lose her now.

Not today nor any other.

Obi Wan shouldn't have been surprised to see his wayward Padawan, he shouldn't be surprised to see the Senator with him. None of that kept his temper from flaring the minute the two were transferred from the chariot and chained to the posts with the two of you. “I was beginning to wonder if you gotten our message.”

“We re transmitted it just like you asked,” Anakin replied with a forced an easy tone, “Then we came to rescue you two.”

Obi Wan glanced at the shackles on all four posts then back to Anakin, “Good job.”

“Padme, what happened?” Glancing to the younger woman you saw her face fall and felt a coldness within Anakin. “She's gone isn't she.”

“Now's not the time wee one, focus.” He narrowed his eyes at the far portal. “I do believe that the executioners have arrived.”

“I have a very bad feeling about this,” Anakin's stomach dropped.

The karks had chosen well. You watched as the Acklay, Nexu and Reek started stalking towards the posts. There was also movement below the sand, something causing a wavy movement in the grains. Whatever it was headed towards your post, hidden below the surface. “Yeah no kidding.”

“Just relax, concentrate.” Obi Wan bit out, surveying the area, “Try to get yourself free.”

Closing your eyes to focus on the shackle lock the danger crept ever near. The cuffs loosened finally, just enough that you could squeeze one hand out. Glancing at Padme you saw her already climbing the post. Copying the strategy you began your ascent when the pillar shook, almost knocking you to the ground.

Glancing down you saw as the triangular head of the creature emerged from the sands. Green and orange scales shimmering as the fans and spines on its back sprang out, serpentine figure rising to a staggering height. Using the Force you pulled yourself up the pole glancing down at the beast. “What in the ever loving kark?!”

“Stay away from it!” Padme screamed as she hit the pouncing Nexu with the chain again. “A Rawl, very dangerous.”

“No kidding,” you snarked back. Free of the last cuff you searched through your robes. The dagger wasn't very large but it was better than nothing. If you made it out of this you would owe the Hunter a great favor. Taking a swing you cut at the serpents nose as it came close to strike. Laughable attempt really, the creature could have used it as a toothpick after consuming you.

Gunray and the others were distracted by the spectacle as was Boba, who practically leaned over the parapet of the box for a better view. Jango had told the boy to be on the alert, his sense of unease was building. Dooku was chatting with his council as though this were a speeder race and not four beings fighting for their lives. The prisoners were doing well actually, Jango had to give credit to them. Sparing a glance in your direction he saw the concentrated look and then a faint smile.

Obi Wan was still trying to deal with the Acklay, his attempt at spearing the creature only resulted in angering it further. Anakin was having better luck with the Reek and the Nexu was now neutralized. Two down but where were you? Then he heard it, the joyous cheering in the crowd and Anakin's pain ripping through the Force. Glancing up he saw just as your boot disappeared down the serpent's maw. “No!”

Anakin charged with the reek crushing the Acklay and retrieving Obi Wan. Then the Rawl slithered towards all of them. Padme held onto him tightly as the creature reared up readying to strike again. Anakin squeezed her arm, “Don't look angel.”

But the creature stopped. Pausing mid slither, beginning to writhe.

Hacking and sputtering unable to draw breath the beast let out a series of angry hisses. Shaking its head and straightening up before a large wound began bursting from just below it's neck. It fell dead to the ground as the wound got larger, blood and viscera spilling on the sand. Then a hand poked out.

“Uh, Obi Boy if you aren't too busy out there... A LITTLE HELP!”

“Wee One!” Jumping down, Obi Wan reached through the mess to pull you up. Hugging you to his chest in relief he wanted to yell at you for scaring five years off his life. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today, because you are absolutely resplendent.”

Glancing at the approaching destroyer droids you gave him a quick hug back. “Later sweet man, escape first.”

Dooku felt the stirring in the Force before he heard the lightsaber ignite. Turning he was not at all surprised to see the glaring Head of the Jedi Counci. “Master Windu, how pleasant of you to join us.”

Jango glowered at the Jetii. He knew he should have left when he had the chance. Waiving at his son, Jango didn't want him getting mix in this. “Udesii Boba, Pare!”

Mace narrowed his eyes at the former Jedi. An enemy who had tried to kill his Padawan and grand Padawan. The righteous need to see the man brought to justice nearly clouding his better judgment. Still the disdain rolled through him and took hold in his voice, “This party's over.”

Multiple Jedi began to emerge around the arena, moving quickly to the four prisoners aid. Dooku grinned, how very noble... and predictable. Subtle amusement showed in his tone, “Brave, but futile my old Jedi friend. You're impossibly outnumbered.”

Mace heard the clanking of the droids coming. Glaring at his former college, pure venom in his words, “We'll see about that.”

Jango set loose his flamethrower just as the droids had the Knight distracted. He fell over the parapet but landed on his feet. Another appeared trying to cut down Tyranus, a few shots took care of that one well enough. His boss nodded thanks as Jango reholstered his blaster. Turning to his son he pulled the boy into the vom, “Boba get down to the ship and get ready for take off. Stay hidden and stay away from the fight.”

“But Dad!”

“No buts son, now go.” The boy ran down the corridor, pausing to look back at him. “Go on Boba, I'll be there shortly.”

The arena blurred as the Jedi charged to meet the droid army. You lose sight of Obi Wan and Anakin. The Geonosians bring in sonic cannons blasting indiscriminately, bodies and debris flying everywhere. All around there was pain and death rippling in the Force. No time to think, only to act. Your temper rose unbridled at the suffering surrounding you. Anger boiling over for the Knights and Padawans dying and injured.

Anger at Dooku for his betrayal.

Most of all anger at yourself.

For being too weak, for getting caught...

Reaching out to lift the crumbled column pieces and you began to fling them at the droids. No where to run, no where to hide for either side. Over and over, block after block you crush your opponents. “Come on you pieces of mechanical crap!”

You loosing the rocks across the floor of the arena, bringing others up to help deflect bolts meant for you and your comrades. Shots whiz past your head and you know at some point you will be hit. But there's just no time to be afraid and you are well acquainted with pain already. A steady presence in the Force draws near, like a warm blanket in the cold of a storm, calm and anchoring.

“Young Y/n.” The familiar modulated voice of Master Plo Koon floats through the air. The old Kel Doran stood beside you, surveying at the battle and he starts to direct your shots. “Aim for those cannons.”

Giving a nod you close your eyes in concentration, willing the Force to raise the largest of the pieces to the air. You channel everything you have into rocketing the marble chunk into the weapon. It explodes in fantastic fashion and you raise another to careen into one of the portal entries, blocking it so more droids cannot enter there.

“Well done,” Plo continues to deflect bolts as you work at the stone. The older Jedi knows though that their small group is being herded to a kill zone. He has fought many wars, knows that their position is untenable. “We need to evacuate.”

“Wounded to the middle, form up!” You cried out above the din. Looking around you feel your heart clench. So many dead Jedi, so many wounded, and for what? You had all fallen into Dooku's trap.

You looked to the senior Jedi around you, “What do we do?”

The booming voice of the Count echoed through the arena, “You have fought valiantly Masters, worthy of recognition in the Historical Archives...”

This was all your fault... this was all your fault... if you hadn't been caught!

The guilt races through you like a raging river to swallow you whole. But a hand gently grips your shoulder, one that has never really left you. Glancing up to Master Windu you can see that even in the face of disaster he will never yield. No, even if it were only him left, Master Windu would never cede the field of battle to the enemy. He squeezed and a calm settled over you once more and that very first lesson ran through your mind, “Not Today.”

“...But now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared.” Dooku looked down imperiously upon the rabble below. They were foolish and idealistic as he had once been, never seeing the true power at work. Still they would serve their purpose in the grander plan, for the future his Master so desired. An offered sacrifice for the grander glory of the galaxy.

Order from chaos.

“We will not be hostages for you to barter Dooku!” Mace kept his temper and emotions barely in check. Glancing to the sky he prayed that the signal had worked. Just a few minutes more.

“Then I'm sorry old friend.” Dooku raised his hand ready to give the order to fire.

“I love you Obi Wan.” Closing your eyes you reached your signature to his, holding tight. You glanced at your apprentice, “Anakin it has been my honor to be your Master.”

Obi Wan glanced to you, readying for the fight. “I love you Y/n.”

Just as you were sure that the droids would start to fire there was a rumble through the air.

Padme glanced up, “LOOK!”

“Listen you armored pain in the ass, I don't give a Kark! Just get us down there and stay outta my way!” Glitch's temper reigned. She would not lose you or the other two space wizards that had become as close as family. She'd fight and die if it was called for. “And give me that thing, you'll hurt yourself.”

Deek saw the girl take hold of the Z-6 as if it weren't twice her size and could knock her square to the ground. “Damn it Glitch our objective is the wounded! Stick to the Maker damned plan!”

“Fine!” Glitch held fast to the cannon, “Oiy bucket brigade, make sure we got all the wounded on board before we lift.”

“Maker Kriffing Damn it to Hell Glitch!” If Deek wasn't flying the bird he'd kick her ass.

The troopers were also less than pleased by the woman's antics, “Ma'am it would be better...”

“Kark better!” The ship made a sharp descent and the mad woman gave a sheik. “The gods smile and fly with us today. Now get those wounded aboard and let a Valkar fight.”

The gunships began to circle around the Jedi as the droids began their assault again. You could hear a faint familiar tune and saw the nose art on the little bird as it came around. Looking over at Master Windu your face was incredulous, “You didn't?!”

He shrugged, “They insisted.”

Shaking your head you could hear the high pitched cackle above the din, “Glitch?!”

Mace shook his head as the two of you worked in tandem to block more shots from the droids. “She was quite insistent.”

On another transport Master Yoda directed the inbound craft. He had seen many battles but this, this was murder most cruel. His own apprentice, a boy he had taught and mentored, had caused such destruction. And now it fell to this weary Master to set things to right. First by recovering his knights. “Around the survivors a perimeter create.”

The old Jedi would give these clones credit, they were fine soldiers. The gunners coordinating their fire to take out whole swathes of battle droids. Upon landing the troopers instantly took up positions so that the Jedi could quickly evacuate. Yoda's heart broke at the sight of so few left.

The troopers started to grab the wounded from the arena floor, able bodied Jedi also moving to cover them. A cry familiar and haunting rose through the air sending a chill down your spine. Glitch had let loose such cry on one other occasion, on Norte. She gave it now as you watched her blast into the droids with her rifle. A bone chilling and ancient sound, the cry to war for her people. You shook yourself and organized the wounded onto the craft. “Deek get the wounded out of here!”

“Not without you and Glitch!” The old pilot's face was anguished at the thought of not taking you back. He had made that mistake once and dank ferrik he would not do it again! His heart couldn't bear the thought.

You felt the fear within him. You'd had this conversation many many times. At the end of the day, the needs of the many outweighed anything else. Looking at him softly, knowing that you needed to be strong for your friend, you gave the slightest push with the Force. “We'll get another one. I'll meet you on the flight deck old man.”

“Good Hunting.” There were tears in the old pilot's eyes as he lifted off. He knew you were right, that the troopers and the wounded Jedi on this craft needed him to fly. Deek prayed to whoever was listening, “Please not again, please bring them back.”

There was little time left and none for hesitation. Running across the sand you grabbed Glitch by the scruff of the neck, “MOVE IT YALVABEG! ASSHOLES AND ELBOWS, WE ARE LEAVING!”

Glitch turned to you with a smirk even as she surveyed the area one last time. “Boss you never let me have any fun!”

“Kid I swear I'm gonna refer you to psych again!” Both of you dove into the last transport with Masters' Yoda and Windu. The LA-AT was no little bird, rising so quickly you could feel the fillings in your teeth being pulled by the G forces.

Glitch did a double take looking a the small green being next to her. “Oh, hello again little boss!”

You chuckled to the unamused, bewildered looks from Masters Mundi and Plo. “Glitch focus, need you on the door gun.”

"Yeah yeah yeah. So bossy!" The young woman stuck her tongue out at you even as she took up the position, “You know you're getting boring in your old age.”

“Smartass!” You gave her a playful kick as the ship made another sharp turn and began taking fire. “Shit, hold on!”

“If Dooku escapes, rally more systems to his cause he will.” Master Yoda accidentally clacked his staff on Glitch's foot startling her. “Apologies young one.”

“Not at all Sir.” Glitch couldn't help to like this little fellow, he was calm and confident in command. Wise and not arrogant, reminded her of someone very dear. “You have a mighty heart little Master, Gods be at your side.��

“My ally is the Force, but all assistance will we accept.”

“Where will Dooku go?” Glancing to your own master, “How do we hunt him to ground?”

“I have a feeling that our adversary will make his presence known in time.” Mace gazed upon the battle in progress around them, control of the ground needed to be reestablished if there was to be any hope of victory. “Pilot land at that forward assembly area. Y/n, stay with Master Yoda and track down Dooku.”

Ships were being blasted out of the sky around you and though you could feel Obi Wan and Anakin you weren't sure where they had gone. Looking at your Master, you gave a quick nod. “Yes Sir.”

“Holy Shit! The boss lady listens to somebody?” Glitch winked at Master Yoda, who gave a restrained laugh of his own.

“Pot and Kettle,” Rolling your eyes the LA-AT as it took off for the forward observation post. Upon arrival there was a static transmission from one of the other ships, Dooku had been spotted and they were in pursuit. Commandeering a speeder, you prayed the Force you were fast enough. “Glitch, stay with Master Yoda.”

“No, I'm going with you! We just saved your ass no way are you...”

“Damn it Glitch,” Glaring at the girl you clutched her shoulders in frustration, “I cannot lose any more of them or you.”

Glitch had tears in her eyes silently begging you to take her too.

“Protect them for me, please.” Pleading with the young woman, you needed her safe.

“Y/n, don't.” Glitch so rarely called you by name, always Boss. Some part of her wanted to keep you all at a distance, didn't want that pain again if she lost another friend. But that would be a disrespect to all you had done and how close you'd grown. “I can help, please!”

“You are Tyra,” tucking a stray hair behind her ear, you climbed on the speeder bike. “Listen to Master Yoda as you would me. It'll be alright.”

Yoda watched as you departed, coming to take Glitches hand, “Come my young friend, your wisdom and strength do I require.”

“I doubt there's anything that I have to offer you sir.” Glitch laughed bitterly.

Yoda hummed, “A different foe have I for you, one of greater importance. Come.”

“I don't care, land the ship!” Anakin's mind screamed at the sight of Padme laying motionless on the sand.

“Anakin I need you, come to your senses!” Obi Wan pleaded with the boy. Stars knew he understood better than anyone, seeing the woman he loved injured and thought killed. He knew the gut churning pain, but he also knew his duty. That as badly as it hurt there was a job to do. “What would Padme do were she in your place? What would Y/n do if it were us?”

Anakin searched the Force for his angel, she was alive. Maker he wanted nothing more than to go to her but as Obi Wan's questions sank in he also knew that answer. As hard as the truth was, as harsh as the situation was he would not make the same mistake twice in a day. Scrunching his face in frustration and anguish he looked to Master Obi Wan.

“They would do their duty,” Taking a deep breath Anakin tried to focus, “I'm sorry Master...”

“It's alright, calm yourself.” Obi Wan reached over to squeeze the boy's shoulder. “When this is over I owe you a long talk and a strong cup of tea.”

The craft dropped them on the landing platform, exploding almost immediately as it pulled away. Anakin's eyes went wide as yet three more lives flickered and faded into the greater Force. Why must death be so cruel, why? But there was no time to contemplate such things as he and Master Obi Wan ran into the cavern.

Malevolence enveloped them almost immediately, the air growing thicker the closer they drew. Dooku stood at the controller with his back turned, uncaring that he was trapped with the two Jedi. Anger and grief rolled through Anakin once more, his tone graveled and angry, “You're going to pay for all the Jedi you killed to day.”

Dooku turned slowly to regard the welp, scrawny and overconfident. All the arrogance to befit the grand Padawan of Windu and Dalincort. He gave the two a sickening smile, “And I presume that you have claimed the honor of bringing me to justice... youngling.”

“We'll take him together,” Obi Wan could see that Dooku was attempting to draw Anakin into the fight alone, “You go around...”

Anakin saw the sneer on the old man's face, remembered how he watched as the Jedi were slaughtered in the arena. Then the bastard started to laugh, LAUGH!

Anakin was done being patient. “I'll take him NOW!”

You could hear fighting the minute the speeder landed on the pad. The very air hung heavy; darkness, pain, anger... Hate. Running as though the hounds of perdition were upon you, stomach dropping to your boots. Obi Wan was sprawled on the floor in pain, Dooku had wounded him. Anakin was battling the old saber master, but it was obvious that the Count was toying with the young man. Blocking and parrying several over powered strikes Dooku made his move, turning and efficiently amputated Anakin's arm.

“NO!!!” you screamed.

Dooku grinned, extending his hand to fling the foolish boy across the room. The boy landed at Kenobi's feet with a pained whimper. He would have relished in the sight of his victory more if it weren't for several rocks that came flying at him. Deflecting them away with a brush of his hand, Dooku finally acknowledged your presence. “I see that Windu send his little pet after me.”

“Get. Away. From. My. FAMILY!” Biting out the words you couldn't care to cover the fury in your voice. Extending your arm you pulled the injured men closer to the entrance. The air practically crackled around you, pebbles floated and clattered from your rage.

He had injured Obi Wan....

he had cut off Anakin's arm...

he had killed so many good Jedi today...

“Young y/n, perhaps it's time for another lesson?” Dooku taunted you, tutting under his breath with a sly grin. “Then again you always were a poor student.”

There was a moment where Anakin looked up and he didn't recognize the woman striding across the room. Logically he could see that it was you, but it was as though your body had been possessed by a foreign spirit. A cold dead look of fury... it was terrifying. “Master?”

“Y/n,” Obi Wan tried to reach out to you but your walls were firmly in place. A shot of dread ran through him, bile rising. He had not been present when you had killed the Neimoidian, but he well remembered the fight against the cartel on Talenza. That same detached look, clinical almost if not for the anger in your eyes. Merciful light protect you, “Wee one...”

“I will not let you kill another Jedi today Dooku.” Without turning, moving only to raise your hand catching the saber hilt as it rocketed into your grip from the floor, you glared down the former Master. These feelings within were beyond anger or disgust or sorrow. When you looked at the man you felt nothing, seeing only the shadow of evil that was trying to destroy all around you. A cancer that needed to be excised. Raising your blade you coolly addressed the debauched soul, “Surrender old man.”

“We both know that I won't come willingly.” Dooku threw your own words at you. He couldn't help to admire the tenacity, foolish as it was, “You're outmatched girl.”

Your feet shifted to a starting position, “I have all that I require.”

“So very naïve,” Dooku gazed haughtily at you. “It appears then that this lesson is over due.”

You didn't reply, twirling the blade raising it to ready. There was no urgency in your step, nor stiffness to your body. Slowly entering the enemy's domain, closing space and circling. The air crackled around the room as Dooku extended his blade, red as the blood that stained his hands.

He feigned, beating the edge of his blade against yours trying to provoke you to action.

Tilting your head you slid the edge of the beam along causing sparks, giving a beat in return.

Force for force, blade on blade.

Dooku made the first move sweeping up then countering low. You didn't try for anything fancy simply deflecting and redirecting the move. Again, he thrust the edge of his saber, only for you to twist and block the move. He kept baiting and prodding, yet you would not do more than defend and take more ground. “Come now girl, certainly you can do better. Surely you wish to destroy me for what I've done. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

Another hard blow coming down from above as you felt him probing your mental barriers. Your walls were beginning to fray, and you could feel the cold clutches trying to wreak havoc on your mind. Blocking his saber again you gave a great push with the Force to throw the man across the floor.

“Would you not like to see me humbled before the Council for the harm done to your Padawan?” Dooku landed on his feet, less than gracefully but still in form. He watched to see if his words would add to the storm. He continued to project the most awful of things to your mind trying to break your will. Mental images of your Master dying, of Kenobi dying, of your apprentice crying for help as he too died. All of that which you feared most. A little further he thought, only a little more and the girl will crumble. Dooku shot lightning at you, laughing as he reveled in your cries of pain. “Or have you finally found that you are not what you believe yourself to be?”

“Aaaaahhhh!!!” You screamed in pain and frustration and the barrage continued.

Smirking he set the bolts loose again. Oh yes this did brighten his day to see you suffer. “You are no Knight, you are nothing but a weak little foundling! A cur allowed among the ranks of better beings because of one Council head's attachment.”

“Don't listen to him Y/n!” Obi Wan screamed from across the room, the lightning was so bright that he could barely discern your outline.

“Obi Boy...”

He took in a sharp breath feeling your signature wrap tightly to his. “Wee One?”

“Hey Slemo!”

Dooku paused the electric charge hearing your words. There you stood looking at him defiantly through the pain. How was this possible? Then he realized you hadn't fully taken the shock, channeling it to the ground through your body. Anger rose within him, not the least of which was directed at his own hubris. “So you HAVE learned something...”

“And you have forgotten,” Raising your saber again at the old man, charging forward with a swift low swing at his knees. One two three times blocked to come up for a high cross body strike. You glared over the light of the blades, “You've forgotten who you were! Whom you were supposed to defend! You were a Jedi, you were Qui Gon's Master.”

“You are not worthy to utter his name!” The old man matched your venom at the mere mention of his former apprentice.

So the old man still grieved. Good you thought, two could play at this! “Would he recognize you now? To see what you have become?”

Dooku charged and swung harder this time aiming for your shoulder and neck to silence you. “Qui Gon should still be alive, but instead you two unworthy children...”

“Qui Gon died defending the galaxy from the evil that you embraced!” You parried and kept backing him towards the edge of the cavern space. The old Sith continued to bash at your mental shields continuing his two front assault. You could feel him clawing in, feel yourself weakening with each minute and blow. The dark thoughts that you kept at bey so long rising at his bidding. You would not yield this battle though, giving a scream. “If Qui Gon had lived he would stand against you now! Since he cannot then we will!”

“You and Kenobi are nothing! That boy is nothing!” Dooku had to pivot quickly to avoid the quick footwork and precision of your thrusts and swings. Damn you using his momentary lapse to begin taking ground. Dooku wasn't out of the fight yet, using the Force to hurtle crates at rapid speed while blocking and advancing back at you. “The power of the dark side shall rise to bring order to the Galaxy.”

“Not so long as there is one Jedi left to defend her still!”

Slicing through the crates you continued to fight your way to the corner. Just a bit closer to the power conduit on the wall. Keeping your eyes on the Sith as you got within range. Tipping over a chemical container near the wall, then yanking out the high voltage cables.

“Anakin look away!” Obi Wan tried to cover his eyes as the pool of chemicals sparked off.

There was a flash and a wave of heat as the fumes ignited around the Count, driving you back. Please let this work, sweet merciful Force...

But then the world crumbled around you, nothing but swirling darkness.

You felt as though transported, floating through the coldest void of space until suddenly your body dropped to the ground.

No... this couldn't be?

You were back on Talenza... back to that day. Swirling ash and fire surrounding you, the stench of burnt flesh and death. The bodies of all the Jedi you had ever know strewn about your feet, blood raining from the sky.

Sightless eyes staring at you, mouths moving in tandem....

Why didn't you save us? Why didn't you save us?

Closest to you was Obi Wan and Anakin, again the same words.

Why didn't you save us?

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!” This wasn't real, this couldn't be real, DEAR SWEET MAKER STOP THIS PLEASE!

Pain erupted in your back and head momentarily breaking the hold Dooku had on your mind. The briefest of pauses from the horror. Thrown into the cavern wall to fall to the floor, flung into the rocky surface again and again like a ragdoll.

“Foolish child,” the Sith tutted as he strode closer, untouched by the flame. Raising his hand to continue the scourge. “Did you really think that would work? That you could defeat me so easily...”

The images kept flashing over and over in your mind, until all at once they stopped. As though the light had reached through and pulled you from the depths of the dark. Warmth slowly creeping back into you along with the pain. A familiar voice rang in the cavern as surely as a meditation bell in the Temple, steady and calm.

“Release her.” The paced clacking of a walking staff came to a pause, voice raising again. “Release my Knight!”

Dooku sneered, “Master Yoda...”

Your body crumpled to the floor, blood pounding in your head. The wise old Master looked to you, raising a hand that would stay you from acting further. Not that there was much convincing needed. You reached your signature out to Anakin and Obi Wan, injured but alive. “Obi Boy...”

“I'm here Wee One.”

“I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...” You succumbed to the pain, vision blanking into unconsciousness.

Yoda looked upon the man before him, twisted in mind and spirit.

No longer the boy he had taught...

No longer the Knight and defender...

“Count Dooku.”

“You have interfered with our affairs for the last time,” The Sith pried and flung multiple conduits from the wall to crush his foe. When that did not prove enough he brought the ceiling of the cave upon the small Jedi's head.

With an nonplussed waive of his hand Yoda deflected the debris. “Our affairs is it? Then truly fallen you have.”

“The dark side has shown me the truth of the galaxy. And my Master has taught me so much more than you ever could.” Dooku glowered at the small being that he had once held in such esteem. One who had held him back and treated him like a child, well no more. He would end his former Master once and for all, “I have become more powerful than any mere Jedi... Even you!”

Lightning arced through the air at the small Jedi but to no effect. Dooku tried again, but with each attempt Yoda deflected or absorbed the volts, appearing unimpressed by the attempt. Similar to when an initiate threw a tantrum in the creche, the old Master kept his countenance calm. Dooku knew better though, that the still waters ran deeper than the ocean worlds.

“Powerful you have become Dooku,” Yoda straightened his posture to more squarely look the man down. "but not wiser."

“How is this possible?” Dooku glared at the small being. Sidious had trained him well, Dooku should be able to defeat the old man easily. He was more powerful, smarter! Anger and fear flashed within him as Dooku continued to reassess his strategy.

“Your ambitions and plans, like leaves in the wind they are,” Yoda's ears turned up as he glared down at his opponent, “Much to learn you still have. Clouded is your mind, to your senses return.”

“It is obvious that this contest will not be decided by our knowledge of the Force, but by our skills with a saber.” He raised his blade, cool anger flashing in his eyes, “Unless you feel unequal to the challenge.”

Parting his robes Yoda drew his saber, “Do you?”

Across the floor Obi Wan was unable do much while injured, Anakin was semi conscious on his leg. They needed to get out of the cavern, there was no hope of lending assistance to Master Yoda in their condition. Concentrating on you signature Obi Wan tried to wake you, “Wee one?”

You face twitched in pain, but still not rousing to consciousness.

“Wee One I need you,” He focused harder, “Please wake up love, please.”

“Obi...” One eye blinked painfully open as you took in a deeper breath. You could hear the clash of sabers beating, glancing over you witnessed something not seen in a very long time. Master Yoda had drawn his lightsaber and was fighting the Count. The normally peaceful and patient Grand Master was beating the fallen Jedi, giving no quarter. Glancing at where Anakin and Obi Boy were you also saw the bleak look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“We need to get the boy out of here, can you help pull us over.” Reaching out with the Force Obi Wan moved to where you lay. You were shaking and unfocused, you were scared. Raising a hand to your battered face, Obi Wan's voice shook, "I'm sorry love, I'm sorry for all of it."

"Me too," Leaning into the touch you wrapped your signature to his, at least you were together.

The tears in your eyes begged to set loose, but you refused. For all their sakes you had to hold back, as much as you wanted otherwise. Fortunately the saber had cauterized the wound, but you doubted there was any way of reattaching the arm successfully. The boy was in shock and you did your best to try to ease his pain. What little strength you had would not allow you to do much. Placing your hand to his head you tried to give him peace, projecting that day at the beach on Dantooine, a good memory instead of the fear of now. “It'll be alright Ani-man, just hold on... just hold on.”

Yoda clashed his saber with Dooku's again and again, each blow and move made to disarm his foe. Dooku was strong, but his emotions clouded his judgment. It had been one of the many reasons that he had been denied a seat on the Council. His arrogance and air of superiority over his fellow knights had also been a thorn in many of the Jedi's side. Warning signs seen too late or ignored due to rank? Blocking yet another crippling blow Yoda struggled to hold his guard, “fought well you have my old Padawan.”

“Kind of you to notice, but I think that this contest is soon to end.” Forcing the smaller Jedi away the Count raised his hand to rip the largest of the ducts on the wall away. With all of his might Dooku tried to bring it down on the injured Jedi.

“Y/n!” Obi Wan grabbed your head trying to shield both you and Anakin with his body.

Bounding back from Dooku, Yoda raised his arms in concentration. Even as the Sith laughed and ran to his ship Yoda held the large metal beam fast and with great effort flung it away. Turning just as the portal to the ship closed the old Master glowered. “Finished, this is not!”

“No,” Dooku's voice boomed, “it is just the beginning!”

Translations:

Udesii, Pare- Easy, Wait

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weixuldo · 2 years

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GUYS I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING IDEAS FOR FICS HELPPP

1. the bi!padme one (maybe a lil poly later on if i write it)-you were raised on naboo, once you reached a certain age you were chosen to become one of padme amidala’s handmaidens. over time you and the future queen became very close. in many ways. but when a charming jedi enters the picture things get…complicated. what will happen of your relationship with padme? (EDIT: Will you stay?)

2. modern au, college student reader x 30’s anakin🫠🫠 ( v self indulgent)- you’re a broke and tired college student and go out to a bar one night to blow off some steam. there you see a handsome man who looks less than pleased to be out at the bar. maybe he’s just as miserable as you? he seems to be wearing gloves and winter clothing… it’s summer. that intrigues you more, just what is he hiding? (EDIT: Enigma)

3. modern au, baby sitter reader x dilf anakin- you got a job working for a single dad, you were working part time during your last semester of college to pay off some debts and this position seemed to pay well. once you arrive for your first day you’re met with a handsome face, he seems particularly cold towards you but you take it with a grain of salt. after spending some time around him, he seems to soften towards you. not only were you taking care of his kids, you were also taking care of him. (EDIT: Unconditionally)

4. din djarin x jedi reader- ashoka trained you years ago while she ran from the empire, when you come back for an impromptu visit to your old master, she has a new task for you. accompany an aloof mandalorian and his green force sensitive child… what could go wrong.

5. obi wan x jedi master reader- you’ve been training as a jedi knight for as long as you could remember. during your pivotal years you grew close to one of your peers, obi wan kenobi. years later you struggle with your intense feelings towards him. things get interesting once he acquires a new padawan. (ani: “you really should see how my master speaks of you”)

6. vader x reader fic- following the events of rots, you were called upon to assist the newly risen sith lord. he seems to want absolutely nothing to do with you or your help. even when you tell him of his meetings he waves you off and huffs every time you speak. you knew he lost a lot and he was in constant pain, but maker, would it kill him to be a little nice? in time he begins to appreciate you in more ways than one. (obv ani couldn’t move on from padme that quick, so in this fic we’re gonna pretend they were just dating or sm… and ;i’m sorry padme) she betrays him…idk i just need him to be available in this fic lmfao)

IF ANY OF THESE SOUND INTERESTING PLS LMK!!!! also dw i’ll write these more like how i wrote never forgotten, the sith lords ingénue is more like a fun crack fic for me🫡

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kanansdume · 2 years

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This is somehow the funniest and simultaneously MOST INSULTING interpretation of this scene.

Like somehow Obi-Wan has become a loyal horse or dog that Anakin has to yell at or hit in order to save him from a worse fate.

Somehow the Obi-Wan Kenobi show went from being a show about Obi-Wan Kenobi's choices to turning Obi-Wan Kenobi into no more than Anakin Skywalker's most loyal pet who can't do anything on his own and must be saved by the tough love of the person who literally genocided his entire family.

Like it's only funny in that this is the stupidest and most obviously wrong interpretation of this whole show and I cannot imagine what kind-of bullshit someone was smoking to get here. I don't even WANT any of what they were smoking, it's that bad.

How do you watch this scene and somehow turn ANAKIN SKYWALKER, the dude in a literal skull mask who killed an innocent child not that long ago, into the GOOD GUY in this situation? How??

Did the person who wrote this just... not like Obi-Wan as a character? I feel like they must've. Because as someone who LOVES Obi-Wan as a character, I cannot imagine watching an entire show centered on Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan's choices, Obi-Wan's journey towards his own salvation, Obi-Wan learning from the people around him, and then make it to the emotional climax of his whole arc and then just decide Obi-Wan's no better than a beaten dog and it's actually all about Anakin choosing to save him by causing him more pain. I legitimately cannot understand LIKING Obi-Wan as a character and coming to this conclusion.

#tvtropes #obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi show #owk #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #obi-wan #legitimately all i can think of when i read this is the scene with little creek and spirit from spirit stallion of the cimarron #where little creek tries to earn spirit's trust so he can ride him as a domestic horse and then gives up and releases him #but has to slap his flank to get spirit to actually run off once the gate is open #where anakin is somehow the kindly master and obi-wan the skittish stubborn horse #like WTF

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 1 year

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The one with the Force - part 1

Pairing: Obi Wan x F!OC Medic

Words: 3 041

Warning: Nothing in this chapter.

Summary: New meetings aren’t always oh, so great

A/N: So here it is the first chapter of my Obi Wan x Medic story. I hope you guys will enjoy it ;)

There were a lot of things Obi Wan Kenobi wasn’t sure of during this war. How long would it take, how many more of his men he would be forced to see dying, or how many times will Anakin disobey his order. But there was one thing General Kenobi knew for sure. He was tired and in pain. As much as the first one has become some kind of formality for him since his Master died, the second one was becoming an issue. It’s not like he didn’t go to the medics after each mission. But there always seemed to be an emergency before he was able to heal, he always felt like one of his lungs was collapsing, or just a rib making it harder to breathe. He never said it to anyone, but he just wanted to rest. He wanted the war to finally be over, so he, Obi Wan Kenobi could go and have a whole day just to himself. He knew it was selfish, but he didn’t care at this point.

So when he heard a beeping he didn’t stop the groan leaving his lips. He hoped he would at least have an hour for himself, to just lay around and let his body heal. He wasn’t the 20 years old Padawan like Anakin or Ashoka, who seemed to never get tired.

“We need you at the deck”, of course they did. He appreciated Cody, and Force, he couldn’t ask for a better Commdender, but damn, did he hate him at this particular moment. He could feel there was a commotion around. The clones were running around more frantically than normally, as if they were preparing for something.

“Apologies General, but we got a call from Master Windu and Master Yoda” he smiled softly at the Clone and nodded his head, preparing himself mentally for yet another exhausting mission.

“Masters, how can I help you?” He welcomed both of them, trying to hide how much he didn’t want to take part in this briefing.

“We have some good news, Obi Wan”, Windu started and Kenobi knew he must be tired, cause he swore he saw the older Jedi smile. “For a while now, in top secret, we have been preparing a special operation.” He never liked anything that had a ‘top secret’ in its name. Especially if it was a secret, even he didn't know about. But he knew better to ask, so he just nodded as a sign of listening. “We prepared 10 teams of medics that would be deployed to each of the most crucial bases, that would consist of the most well-trained healers we have. All the Jedi Generals should have a healer for themselves, that would help you to be better prepared for the next battles.” It wasn’t easy to surprise Master Kenobi, but Kriff was he in awe. “There is a ship coming your way, with your medics. You and Skywalker will have your own private ones that will follow you through your missions. Whether you take them with you or leave them at the base is up to you.” The silence seemed to stutter for way too long, he felt it, and yet he wasn’t sure how to respond.For the first in a very long time, he didn’t know what to say, and he couldn’t wait to see Anakin’s face when he’s going to find out.

“I won’t lie Master Windu, this is probably the best news I have heard for a very long time”, he chuckled to himself. “I didn’t know we were even preparing something like that.”

“Teams like that would give a lot of hope and probably boost our morale, yes”, he stopped and sighed.

“However, sure whether this would work we were not. Losing that boosted morale would have been a critical punch if we failed. Why this is, it is a secret we decided to make, even from you, master Obi Wan. Yes, hrrrm”, leave it to Master Yoda, to always truly know what he really thought.

“Understood, Master”, the younger Master nodded. “We will prepare everything for them to land, then. How big are the teams?”

“No big, around 5-10 people, depending on the amount of soldiers we have.” Windu answered. “They are well trained”, there was a pause and then a sigh “Trained by the best one of them.” There was something about it that didn’t sit well with Kenobi. “She will be appointed to you Kenobi. She is the head healer, however”, yet another sigh and even Yoda had to chuckle to himself. “Be wary, she is hard to take in.”

***

“So there we are”, she turned and smiled at the Twi’leks, second in command, head medic of her team and one of her best friends. “I didn’t believe it would work. When Yoda and Windu accepted that silly idea of yours, I was sure they were out of their minds, or desperate.”

“Probably both”, she smiled to herself playing with her hair nervously. “And it’s good to know that you consider this mission silly, Dia.”

“Not anymore, but the idea itself was very controversial”, the Twi’leks rolled her eyes. “Not to mention that you are still just a kid, Nara”, Dia laughed when her friend’s fist landed on her arm.

“I’m 27, thank you very much!!” She crossed her arm in front of her and smiled fondly, at her friend. “I am just a kid, right? It’s scary. I remember when we started the studies, I would never have imagined that I would be a head of medics at the age of 25 and be a part of the War against those scums.” They both came silent. It was unbelievable, truely, but there was no time for that. “I have to be honest. I’m nervous. When I proposed the idea, I didn’t think we would become private medics for the Generals. We will have a lot of work to do, you know?”

“Yeah, I heard stories of Anakin Skywalker. But General Kenobi doesn’t sound much better”, there was a pause and a mischievous smile crossed Dia’s lips. “But I don’t think you mind that much.” Nara blushed a little bit and looked at the window, preparing herself mentally for the landing.

***

Hard to take in. He wasn’t sure what Master WIndu meant by that, but Kenobi was sure that he had forgotten that he had Anakin as his Padawan for a long time. If the healer was the head medic, then she was probably an older lady. Nothing to worry about, he was sure. As much as he would get healed after his mission, he couldn’t care less, of whatever the old lady would talk about. He smiled to himself seeing a small cruiser landing. This new team would be a blessing for them. Of this he would be sure. A moving medic station was a brilliant idea that may change the course of the War.

“There seems to be 5 medics and 2 pilots on board, with some equipment”, Cody stated calmly. “We have prepared quarters for them just as Master WIndu asked. Two separate ones for the Generals’ medics.” Kenobi nodded and smiled thankfully to the Clone. “That is a nice surprise, if I may say.”

“Yes, definitely. Much better than another briefing on the mission.”, he started to walk to greet the team, frowning not seeing a head medic on the board. The average age of the team seemed to be around 40. “Welcome”, maybe she was still inside…”Thank you for coming. We were briefly informed by Master Windu about the situation, and let me tell you, I can not be more happy to have you here.” The group looked at him and they all smiled. A short, not higher than 160 cm, young girl, with big green eyes and long blonde hair stepped out of line, greeting him with a pleasant smile.

“You must be Master Obi Wan Kenobi!” Her voice was calm and nice for the ears. “My name is Nara Ardan, and I am a head medic.” Well this definitely was a special day in the history of Jedi. It was once again that Master Obi Wan was lost with words. She was definitely not an old, grumpy lady he was expecting. She was young. Closer to Anakin’s age, than… Well, no it must have been a mistake. “It is a great honor to finally meet you! Mace isn’t really a man of compliments, but he does speak highly of you.”

“Mace? You mean Master Windu?” He raised his brow. Not many people outside of the Order would speak his first name. Windu didn’t speak of her other than today, so Kenobi doubted that they were close friends.

“Oh, yes, forgive me. I forgot he hates when I use his first name”, she chuckled and paused when a girl behind her coughed slightly. “Oh, apologies! Please Master Kenobi, please meet my team! This tall drink of water is Dia, my right hand, a second to commend in the medic base, and a new private doctor of Master Skywalker, who I see isn’t present.”

“He does have a mission, with his Padawan”, Obi Wan smiled slightly at Dia, who nodded back. “I do have to apologize in advance, Dia, as a Master I did what I could…” Both women chuckled lightly at the humor.

“These three blocks up there, are the finest men in the galaxy. And they specialize in bacta and internal issues. We ain’t the biggest team, but I can assure you, we are the best at what we do”, a little wink didn’t go unnoticed by the Jedi, who nodded his head. “Fed, Horrad, Gal, please meet General Obi Wan Kenobi.” Their handshake and posture were much more professional than their young boss’. What bothered Kenobi was the fact that the supposed head medic was the youngest out of them. He wouldn’t bother much if she was just the head of the team, however, if what Windu said was true, she was indeed a head of the Republic medics. “Is everything alright, General?” He didn’t realize he was striking his beard, eyes on the girl that was momentarily occupying his mind.

“He has the same reaction as everyone else who found out that a kid like you is head of medics.” Dia murmured, making the Jedi shift uncomfortably. The man sighed and was about to apologize, when the young woman started to laugh.

“You are just 5 years older than me, so shut it will ya?” She turned her head to the Jedi, and it was the first time when the Master saw her serious. “I know and understand that my age may bother you, General Kenobi.” Her voice was still as calm as ever, but Obi Wan could feel it has become more strict and professional to what she sounded previously. “However, please be advised to not underestimate me just because I am a bit closer to the age of your previous Padawan than yours. Especially seeing how the same man seems to have the same respect in your eyes I lack.” He frowned, knowing that despite the softness to her voice, she was making a point. “However, as much as I understand that the respect must be earned and not just given, I ask one simple thing from you, Master Jedi.” She closed the gap that was separating them and looked up, to make sure she was looking straight into his eyes. “That you look at me based on my and my team’s achievements, rather than my age.” And before he was able to respond, she signaled the whole team to follow, asking one of the Clones to show them to their quarters.

“Not gonna lie”, Cody chuckled still looking at surprised Kenobi, “I do like the feisty little Lady”.

******

This was not how she wanted their first meeting to go. She expected the Clones would be wary of her, but seeing at his reputation, she expected more from General Kenobi. The way he looked at her, made her question all of the opinions she held so close about the Jedi Order. Or maybe, it was just her and her nerves getting the better of her…

“I have to admit, that was sexy”, she turned around and raised her brow at Dia, who was standing at the entrance of their medic room. She had to admit, it was bigger than she expected. She wasn’t sure how much time Windu gave them to prepare it but it was a decent start to something much bigger and more organized “I thought your absurd adoration towards Jedi would stop you from fighting for yourself, and there you are”

“Just because I admire them, doesn’t mean I will let them disrespect me, just because I am a little younger than they expected me to be. I was able to persuade Mace, nothing should be more difficult than that.” The woman smiled proudly at her younger friend. There were times when it was her that was responsible for defending the now head of medics. Her low self esteem was the only thing keeping her from being Great. It still pushes her back a lot, but it’s much better than it used to be.

“Yeah, sexy” Nara couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “I let Fed know of the equipment. He’s taking care of it with the boys” the younger one nodded and smiled thankfully. “Not too many beds.”

“No, but considering that it was put at the last minute, it’s not bad at all”, Dia smirked to herself, seeing how her little friend is already thinking of how to make it better in the most efficient and fastest way possible. If Dia had just one word to describe Nara, it would be Genius. And it wasn’t just a book smart thing. She understood, she adapted and used her gathered knowledge like a genius would. She was the youngest to ever enroll in the academy, and the youngest to finish it as well. However, Dia knew that despite Nara being a genius, nothing really came easy for her. No one spent as much time in the archives and libraries as she did. No one knew as much about the galaxy's medical herbs as she did. She was gifted, smart, talented but most importantly kind hearted. A must have for a healer. “How many bact bombs do we have?”

“Not many I suppose. Making them isn’t as easy as we hoped. Horrad, would probably be of use to you when it comes to that. He would be happy to spend some time playing around it”. A single nod of acknowledgement. Nara was focused on the documentation, preparation and calculation. Dia always wondered what was inside of her friend’s mind when started to doze off and focus on more important issues.

“Here”, she mumbled and gave Dia a list of things she thought were essential for the med room. “I am almost finished with the aid kit update. I still need to think of things or two. I would be grateful if you all would contribute to my ideas… I’m still working on the synthesizer, but it will take me a while, unfortunately. And I will need Fed help with it. Unfortunately I’m rubbish with technology.”

“Then I am sure, Anakin would be more than happy to help”, the both women jumped hearing a voice behind them. “Apologies, my ladies, I did not plan to scare you”. A sheepish smile was sent towards them, and for a second Nara wasn’t sure how this innocent and adorable man was considered one of the biggest threats by the Separatists.

“I did hear Master Skywalker was more than adept with technology. He should easily find things to talk about with the boys.” Dia smiled and looked at Nara, who looked around the room, not to focus too much on the Master. She was truely adorably naive. “I'll send your wish list to the headquarters.”

“Thank you, and please go rest. Send the boys away as well please”, she half-shouted after her girl. “She works too much sometimes, seriously…” She murmured, forgetting for a second that she was not alone. “She… We were working until late yesterday so they didn’t get much sleep… You know…” She answered, playing with her little pen. Obi wan smirked to himself. It has been a while since he saw someone using something as simple as a pen.

“What about you? You don’t seem to plan on resting”, he raised his brow at her, and walked inside the room. He hated med rooms, but for some reason it didn’t bother him to be in one right now.

“First couple of days are crucial for us to build a strong and study med bay. I still have some things to do. As a head of med team I also need to contact other teams, to supervise how the situation looks like in other places. I don’t need that much sleep.” She bit her lip nervously, looking away. “But don’t worry I won’t forget about my duties as your private medic.” If she looked up, she would have noticed how his eyes softened and her comment. A small smile crept upon his lips and a weird sense of calmness spread inside of him. “You do have a lot of work.I do not wish to keep you busy, however, I do want to apologize.” This time her eyes traveled up to meet his blue ones, not expecting to hear that. “You are right, your age did surprise me. You are very young for someone who holds such an important position. However, I trust that I made a great mistake judging you before you had a chance to prove yourself.” He bowed slightly, making her take a step back by surprise. “Forgive me, I hope we can start off again on better terms.” A surprise was quickly replaced by a small, soft smile that brightened her whole face. She took some step forward and extended her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Kenobi. I am Nara Ardan, I am a head of medics. I can’t wait to start working with you.”

“Pleasure is all mine, Miss Ardan.”

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{Polis Massa}

(Yoda’s eyes are closed, clearly concentrating on the Force. He’s deeply connected… and the subtle change in his expression makes it clear that he’s not just meditating for the sake of clarity- he’s actually in contact with someone that has become one with the Force. And there’s a tiny whisper that makes us understand the identity of this spirit, and there’s no doubt that we’ve met him before… but the last time we saw him, he was in his last moments. However… Qui-Gon Jinn was always a very stubborn Jedi, so it would make sense that his own death would be just an obstacle to overcome. And in fact, he has reached out to Yoda for this exact reason: to be his guide, to teach him to become one with the Force like he did. Bail Organa waits for a second before he interrupts the old man’s moment of silence) “Excuse me, Master Yoda?” (Yoda opens his eyes, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the senator. The human man is delighted to report…) “Obi-Wan Kenobi has made contact.”

{Landing Pad, Polis Massa}

(The skiff arrives safely, and the ramp is lowered to allow the passengers to walk out of the ship. Upon seeing the unconscious Padmè in the arms of Obi-Wan, Bail runs over to his colleague. As C-3P0, R2, Katniss, Lucy and the Doctor emerge from the ship, the senator of Alderaan says…) “We’ll take her to the medical center. Quickly!”

(And they rush inside. Katniss feels incredibly helpless, alone. The Doctor takes her hand, smiles at her with a twinkle in his eyes) “Come along, DP.”

{Outside the Rehabilitation Facility, Coruscant}

(In the rain, the shuttle belonging to Emperor Palpatine himself lands. He exits from his craft, accompanied by clone troopers. Behind him is the capsule that carries a barely surviving Darth Vader, who now has a nebulizer to help him breathe. The heat of his burning body is far more powerful than the cold rain that falls on his skin. But it hardly matters if he feels the water because right now, he’s unconscious. Unfortunately for the young man… he’s not going to remain that way for long) [to the tune of “Baby Shark”: Palps, go to hell! Do do do do! Go to hell!… and you know the rest]

{Medical Center, Polis Massa}

(Padmè is on the operating table, now dressed in a white gown, her hair no longer in an elegant style. One might think this is a scene out Les Miserables… but given the gravity of this story, it might be inappropriate for that sort of joke. So, what is the diagnosis, four armed medic droid?) “Medically, she’s completely healthy.” (On Lucy, the image of her friend being Force choked by who was once just a nine year old boy with a golden heart) *Med Droid OC* “For reasons we can’t explain, we are losing her.” [fuck. This one’s a meme too. On a serious note: I did some research, and it looks like it is actually possible to die from a broken heart. While the official cause of death was a stroke, I wouldn’t be surprised if Debbie Reynolds also suffered from a broken heart. God, I can’t imagine how painful the loss of her daughter was]

(Obi-Wan is stunned) “She’s dying?”

(Lucy shakes her head) “What about her throat? I saw her-“

“As I stated before, miss, she’s completely healthy medically.”

*absolutely traumatized* “Then check again!”

(The Doctor sighs sadly) “Lucy, they’re very thorough.”

(The med droid carries on with his job) “We don’t know why. She has lost the will to live.” (Before Katniss can say it) “We need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies.”

[Bail. My guy. You are not dumb. Do not play dumb. I know you knew… or at least had an inkling] “Babies?”

(The droid practically shrugs) “She’s carrying twins.”

(Katniss sees the way Obi-Wan reacts to this news. And she realizes that…) “Rory didn’t punch you that hard.”

(Obi-Wan looks at her with a brow raised… but the Doctor knows better) *having war flashbacks to “SHE IS TO ME!!!!”* “Rory Williams is very capable of packing a punch. Trust me.”

(Obi-Wan sighs, but he doesn’t deny what Katniss suspected…) “I woke up in time to hear the genders. I just… I forgot about this entire thing after-“

*everything is my fault* “After being hunted down by your coworkers?”

(Obi-Wan lets out a dry laugh) “Yes. But I imagine you’re incredibly devastated, Katniss.”

(A beat before she sniffles) “Something like that.”

(The Doctor catches Naomi coming into the observation room) “Hey. You all right?”

(Naomi nods) “I came to check in you.”

[

] (Katniss feels horrible about asking, but she feels like she has a right to know) “Naomi, is he still your comfort character?”

(Naomi hesitates… but after careful thought, she answers) “Anakin Skywalker is still my comfort character. Darth Vader… is like the monster under my bed.” (A tear escapes) “Darth Vader… is not someone I could ever imagine being capable of comfort.”

(The Doctor shudders, a nerve struck. That is, until he sees her glancing up at him. This makes him realize that she’s talking about herself… and that causes him to feel terrible) “Naomi… no one would blame you if you identified-“

“I don’t.” (She wipes her tears) “Sorry.” [girl, you’re really trying to channel Max Mayfield. I hate to tell ya-]

{Rehabilitation Facility, Coruscant}

(Darth Vader awakens from unconsciousness. He’s surrounded by medical droids, who have sharp tools and needles. And he can feel… every… single… one… touch… his… skin. As he feels the new mechanical leg being painfully attached to his left thigh, he screams in pain. He tries to push the droid on his right away, but he’s too weak. He tries desperately to distract himself by thinking about the things that matter most: Padmè… Katniss… his son, unnamed… his daughter, unnamed… killing Kenobi… bringing Peter Pan to his knees… destroying anything and everything that stands between him and his goals. The pain that Vader feels… it fuels him) [yeah. I know. I did not do that justice]

{Medical Center, Polis Massa}

(Padmè opens her eyes. She feels a slight pain coming from her… well… judging from the way her legs are positioned, it’s that time: the babies, they’re coming. [yes, I quoted Once Upon a Time. No, I don’t care if you are tired of me being a nerd. This is Star Wars, and everyone who loves it is a nerd. 💁‍♀️] Padmè exhales shakily) “Obi-Wan?”

(He smiles) “Hello, milady.”

(Padmè looks around, wincing as she feels another forced contraction) “Where’s- Where is Katniss?”

(She walks over to her sister in law) “What’s wrong?”

(This might be a bad time, but Padmè wants to know…) “What do you want to be called?”

“What?”

“The twins… what do you want them to call you? Dorothy said she wanted to be called Aunt Dot. But what about you?”

*im never having kids, question mark* “I- I don’t know.”

*A fucking dork* “Well, you better think quick, cos they’re coming.”

(Katniss exhales, thinking about it. And then…) “I wanna be called Aunt Kat.”

(The Doctor immediately starts laughing. Naomi gently smacks his shoulder, making him stop) “Sorry. It just- It sounds like Kit-Kat.”

(Katniss rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t really care what anyone thinks of the name. What matters is whether or not things will be all right. Judging from the diagnosis that Padmè has… she’s not optimistic. [girl?? You have no clue how much fun you’re gonna probably not have. But it’s gonna be fun to write! Oh, shit, as of November 22nd, 2023, I have to rewrite the entire original trilogy. Eh. Whatever. It’s not a big deal] Padmè starts to push. With every muscle she has, she pushes. Katniss feels relieved that she’s not in her old home in District Twelve… but there’s still a part of her that wants to go out to hunt in the woods. However, Katniss is a little happy to see that this birthing moment isn’t messy like the ones that her adopted mother and Primrose would have to deal with. And when she hears the sound of a baby crying, she turns to look at the little thing in the midwife droids hands. Maybe it’s just because she’s related to the baby, but one thing is certain: she doesn’t want to leave the room at all. And she decides that she needs to stay as long as possible. The midwife droid shows the baby to their mother) “Ee-see-tah, oy-doh.”

(Padmè is far too weak to hold her own baby, but she does name it…) “Luke.” (Obi-Wan takes the baby [

] and gives Padmè a closer look at her son. She touches his face) “Oh, Luke.”

[yall know I had to do this. Yall know. I’m not sorry] (The Doctor laughs softly and goes to say hello to the baby boy) “Hello, Luke Skywalker.” (The infant responds with a coo) “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

(Naomi, unironically, does the exact same thing that Luke Skywalker himself will do on Endor in twenty three years) [not my gif]

(However… Katniss Everdeen is not amused [everyone shut the fuck up. I’m hilarious]) “Hey. Don’t speak ‘baby’ to my nephew.” [this was not Katniss. This was pure Jennifer]

(The Doctor smirks) “So, you’re saying you believe that-“

*omigod, this is supposed to be special* “You cannot speak everything.”

(Padmè hasn’t been listening to the banter, she’s too busy trying to prepare herself for the next baby. The midwife droid helps her) “Ooh-bah. Ooh-bah.” (A deep breath) “Ooh-bah.” (Padmè pushes, as hard as she can. [listen. I don’t want to ruin the mood here. I’m not going to make it any more medically accurate than it will be. Let’s just say “Thanks, House of the Dragon 1x06 for the inspiration”. 😖] And the second baby comes out, crying in the hands of the midwife droid) “Ee-see-tah, oy-dah.”

(Obi-Wan looks at Padmè) “It’s a girl.”

(Padmè names her daughter…) “Leia.”

(The Doctor just… doesn’t care. He was a father once) [honey!!!! Honey… Season Fourteen is gonna be a bitch! Not to mention The Justice League of Avengers Season Eleven. Oof. I… I apologize in advance] “Hello, there, Leia.” (The Doctor reacts accordingly to the baby girl cooing) “Ooh! Feisty, like her father.” [I will hear no complaints. Fuck off]

*annoyed mockingjay noises* “Can you let my niece be a baby please?”

(The Doctor puts his hands up, but he walks away from the twins) “Okay.”

(Padmè pushes one more time… and out comes the placenta. This push took almost every bit of her strength)

{Rehabilitation Facility, Coruscant}

(The new apprentice of Darth Sidious is still feeling absolutely everything. Darth Vader has been given a new look. It’s a look that will strike terror into the hearts of those who cross his path; a look that will make him appear taller than all those who stand in his presence; a look that is befitting to a monster like him; a look… that will make us all forget, every once in a while, that this man was once Anakin Skywalker… the Hero With No Fear, the most powerful Jedi ever, the caring older brother, the man who was excited to be a father, the man who was Padmè Amidala’s husband… the little boy from Tatooine who promised his mother that he would come back and free her, only to come back ten years later and have her die in his arms. That’s where all of this began… and now, here we are. In all black, the young apprentice of Darth Sidious has been gifted three new limbs, and his suit is his lifeline. But the lifeline is painful, and Darth Vader can feel every needle. He’s afraid, but that fear only grows stronger when he looks above him. His eyes widen as he sees the inside of the mask that will allow him to breathe; that will allow him to speak; that will allow him to strike fear into the hearts of everyone… even if they know who is behind the skull-like cover that will hide the truth: this man once had so much love, and so much faith… but suffered so much pain, and put his trust in the wrong person [notice how I didn’t say people. I blame one person and one person only]. Darth Vader wheezes as the mask comes down over his face, sealing him inside. But his prison isn’t truly sealed… until the helmet comes on. With a hiss… Darth Vader is now able to breathe) [I don’t know if I can put mp3 files but yall know the sound, right? YALL KNOW THE SOUND, RIGHT?!!!]

{Medical Center, Polis Massa}

(Padmè is getting weaker and weaker with each breath) “Obi-Wan… there’s good in him.” (Katniss knows exactly who she’s talking about… and she is actually surprised because she has the same belief) “I know there’s… still-“

(Padmé Amidala Naberrie Skywalker passes away, her final words are the same as the first timeline. Only this time… she knows she’s right. But unfortunately… I think she may be the only one in the entire galaxy who remembers what happened in that timeline. Lucy is absolutely devastated, unable to stop herself from sobbing. Katniss puts her arms around the twelve year old girl, she herself crying as well. The Doctor shuts his eyes, feeling the loss, even though he knew it would happen. However… he is on the other side of the screen now, and Naomi knows this too. Hence why it is that much more difficult not to cry. The babies cry too, but for an entirely different reason. In her heart and in her mind, Katniss Everdeen makes a vow to herself: even if it kills her, she will bring the father of her nephew and niece back) [this might be poetry. It might rhyme. But if I see anyone slander George Lucas, I will block it. I don’t care for your negativity]

{Rehabilitation Facility, Coruscant}

(The table upon which Darth Vader lies is flipped upright. All the while, the mechanical breathing continues. Darth Vader is afraid to speak. Afraid? Good. He likes being afraid. It gives him power. Darth Sidious approaches him) [bitch, I know you are not timid. You are a groomer, you are a loser, and goshdarnit, no one likes you] “Lord Vader… can you hear me?”

(He opens his mouth, expecting his own voice to come out… but he doesn’t hear it. He hears a voice that makes his blood run cold… and he likes it) *James Earl Jones* [but Hayden Christensen is in the suit. My fanfic. I decide. 😏] “Yes, Master.” (He turns to look at the Emperor) “Where is Padmè?” (Off the… silence from Sidious) “Is she safe?” (Ana- No. NO!!! VADER! He is Darth Vader now. Vader is almost afraid to ask, and that’s good) “Is she all right?”

[motherfucking asshole, I’m going to summon the Lords in Black. And that is totally not foreshadowing for anything. So stop chanting the names. I’m pretty sure Palpatine doesn’t like musicals. Fuck that] “It seems, in your anger, you killed her.”

(If that’s true… then Katniss needs to stay away from him) “I? I couldn’t have.” (No. Katniss isn’t safe in the presence of her own father) “She was alive! I FELT IT!!!!!” (And he can still feel his sister… but there is fear and pain and anger and suffering and worry- Good! GOOD! I WANT HER TO BE AFRAID OF ME!!! KATNISS EVERDEEN IS NOTHING TO ME- No. This anger. IT ALL NEEDS TO BE DIRECTED TOWARDS THE REAL ENEMY!!!! AND IT WILL BE BROUGHT DOWN ON HIM SWIFTLY, PAINFULLY! Enraged, devastated, frustrated, heartbroken… Darth Vader breaks free of his restraints. He groans at the pain that he feels when walks on his new feet. Everything he feels is pain, and it fuels his power. [omg. My poor baby. You killed people. On behalf of an asshole, but you still killed people. Not my gif

Don’t- Don’t give me that Canadian accent. Don’t you dare. Come on, my guy. This is not gonna fly in court.

This also totally isn’t foreshadowing for anything. STOP CHANTING NINE-NINE!] He quickly recovers from his pain. At least… the physical pain. Inside, he is broken. The woman he turned to the Dark Side for is dead, and so are his son and daughter [not my gif

])

“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (And all of Team Mix-In is dead to him too… even Katniss Everdeen. Especially Katniss Everdeen. Now… Darth Vader has nothing left to lose. The Dark Side is all he needs now) [guys, I think I’m a good writer. I think I might actually be a good writer. But I’m gonna face the music when I’m doing the sequel trilogy. I am terrified]

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this is the way | d.d

A/N: hiii I hope you guys like this

Synopsis: After your father’s death you set on a quest to save the lost child from so many years ago, and another being you didn’t think needed saving.

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: luke x f!reader, luke x jedi!reader, din x f!reader, din x jedi!reader, din x mandolorian!reader

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Your birth was one that would not have happened without the fall of the republic and the Jedi. It is hard to be grateful for life when so many had to lose theirs to have yours. Nevertheless, you proceeded to be a good person and do right by the galaxy by joining the rebellion.

You were currently with Luke Skywalker, a long time friend trying to find a way to escape the death star you currently walked. Luke and Leia are three years your senior but you were a far more skilled Jedi than Luke was. You would have to thank your father for that.

When you were close to the ship you found your father dueling with his old Padawan. Obi wan Kenobi glanced at you all giving you a small smile before his once brother slashed your father with his lightsaber.

“NO!” You and Luke yelled. You were torn apart from the grief and stared Vader down so he would know the pain you felt in your very soul.

“The anger consumes you, young one.” He says to you barely audible, and if it wasn’t for Han and Leia you would have ran over to him with your lightsaber, but the more you thought of it, the more you knew your father wouldn’t want that.

After that, the moments passed by, and before you knew it, you had succeeded in destroying the death star, but that was not the end of the Empire forever.

The four of you established a strong bond, relying on each other for everything, along with Artoo and Threepio. Luke and you got close, but he stepped away from your ever growing relationship. He was going to be a Jedi, his mind was made up. Although you thought it was a flaw in the way of the Jedi, you meekly respected his decision and nursed your broken heart as best as you could

In the end, Darth Vader returned to being Anakin Skywalker, pilot and Jedi Master in his passing. Luke buried him honorably and he had become a great Jedi in such a short amount of time.

In your celebration of the Empire’s fall, you sat watching all the Ewok’s dance. Luke walked up to you a wide smile. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come with me?” Luke wanted to rebuild a Jedi school, and although you wanted to, it was only because you wanted to be close to him.

You shook your head with a grin. “I am no Jedi, Luke.” He frowns a bit, kneeling down to you. “Don’t look at me like that.” You chuckle.

“Like what.” He laughs back.

“You’re making this very hard, Luke.” You sigh. “I still care about you.”

He shrugs. “I still care about you too.”

You shake your head looking at him seriously. “You know that’s not how I meant it.” He says nothing which just further emulates your point. “If you feel your destiny is this, then that is what it is Luke, and I will not steer you away from that. But keeping me around knowing we’ll never amount to anything is not fair to either of us. This is not my destiny, I am not meant to be a full Jedi.”

He nods slowly taking in your words. Luke did want to be with you and he wanted to be Jedi, but he saw what it did to his father, and he did not want to forsaken himself. “What are you meant to be.”

“I am a Jedi, in a sense, but I am also a Mandalorian.” These two ideologies always conflicted you in a similar way they conflicted your father. In the end, he gave in to what he wanted and married your mother. A match no one ever really saw coming. Mandalorians were about family whereas Jedi were just understanding connections and did not give in to them. "I want a family and I will find one. That is the way.”

“I’m sorry I can’t be that for you.” He says.

“Never apologize. You are a Jedi, and I understand that more than anyone.” Luke embraces you and for some reason you feel that this will be the last time you see him for a while, so you squeeze back tight.

The two of you then walk over to stand to the side and Leia joins you two wrapping her arms around the two of you. You stare off and see your father and Master Yoda appear before you, you smile back sadly, missing your father. Then, another figure, what you assume to be a young Anakin Skywalker presents himself, a little shy, but delighted nonetheless. You look to Luke and Leia and see smiles on their faces.

That was six years ago and your quest to find the young child has not been going so smoothly. Moff Gideon was after the child and from what you heard he had been taken by a Bounty hunter to Tatooine to keep him from him. You landed in Tatooine finally and a curly haired woman comes out with a small creature wrapped in robes. “Name’s Peli, whatcha need fixing on pretty lady.”

You chuckle. “Probably just tuning and a change in the oil if you could.” She gets her droids to get to working on your ship and turns which brings you face to face with the child. Your eyes widen, recognizing his face. “Where did you get that child.”

She turns back around. “Who’s asking.” She slowly starts stepping away, her fear growing slowly. “I’m going to need you to back up.”

“I am a Jedi, I am here to find the child and rescue him.” You try to explain.

She looks around worriedly, and you don’t want to steal the child, but you have been searching for so long just to let him go.

“Step away from the kid, Jedi.”

You turn to the voice and see a man completely covered from head to toe in beskar armor. “A Mandalorian.” You whisper. He pulls out his rifle and points it at you. You immediately reach your arm out and throw the rifle to the side. “I do not want to fight you Mandalorian.”

“I’ve heard that before.” He charges towards you and you pull out your lightsaber and ignite it, just barely blocking his blow.

You maneuver around him to try to catch him off guard but he ends up pinning you down with a knife to your neck. You don’t panic, instead you speak to him. “Udesii, Utreekov.” Calm down, idiot. This causes him to step back abruptly and allows you stand back up.

“How do you-”

“I am a Jedi, but I am also a Mandalorian.” You explain wiping off the dust from your robes.

“Impossible.”

You shake your head. “You would think so, no? My father was a Jedi, and my mother Mandalorian.”

He still seems unconvinced. “You are not Mandalorian.” You roll your eyes at the man. “You do not cover your face.”

“That is not the only way to be Mandalorian. It is not only a race but a creed. I will take a wild guess and say you were not born on Mandalor nor were your parents Mandalorian.” He remains silent which answers your question. “Yet you are still Mandalorian, and I still see you as a Mandalorian, you have earned it.” You smile. “The creeds have a very uptight way of seeing who is Mandalorian and who is not, anybody can be a Mandalorian the same way anyone can be a Jedi. For me, this is the way.”

The man is moved by your speech and nods back although a bit reluctant. “This is the way.” He replies. “What do you want with the kid.”

You look over to see him look at your curiously, cooing and reaching out. You reach your hand out and sense great fear and love in the child. “My father was a Jedi Master and a general in the clone wars, I was tasked with finding the lost child that they saved during Order 66 and I have finally found him. What are you doing with the child?”

“I am taking him back to his kind, the Jedi.” He states. “You are a Jedi, can you not train him?”

You hum taking a closer look at the child. “I am not a traditional Jedi, him training under me would not be the best idea, but I do know someone who can. His name is Luke Skywalker, and he is one of the very few Jedi left.”

“That’s great, where is he?”

“I am not sure, he doesn’t ever answer his comms, but I know a Mandalorian who could help. Her name is Bo’katan. I can come with you and the child till he safely arrives with Luke.”

He freezes a bit. “I can do it myself.”

“With all do respect Mandalorian, I wasn’t really asking for permission. The child is my last task, and I will follow it through, I took an oath.”

He doesn’t say much after that, he understands better than most.

The two of you fought various creatures and saved each other more than you can count. These experiences together have strengthened the small bond you two have created together.

“Do you remember your parents?” He asked you one day.

You nod eagerly. “My mother was a Duchess of Mandalor.” You explain.

Mando moves his head to the side in questioning. “Satine?”

“Yea, not a lot of people remember her well. My father was Obi wan Kenobi, he trained Anakin Skywalker, Luke’s father and also Darth Vader.” Mando freezes and turns to look at you, and although you can’t see his face, you can imagine what his expression might be. “Yea.” You sigh. “He eventually redeemed himself which also not a lot of people know. I think the only people who knew his real identity were my father, Master Yoda and Darth Siddious himself.”

He lets out a breath and goes back to steering the Crest. “How did your father break the code- isn’t it without attachments?”

You nod. “The fall of the Jedi kind of opened the doors for him and my mother. They were very much in love, and I think even before Order 66, my father would have abandoned the Jedi Order if she asked. But she knew how much it meant to him and never wanted to make that decision for him. It worked out for them though, so I’m glad they both were happy together.”

“So odd, the Jedi way. Family, our creed is everything.” He replies.

“I agree, I think the way of the Jedi is a bit flawed but it is hard for people to break tradition.” You move your seat forward to be more next to Mando. “Do you remember your parents Mando?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Not really, they were killed by droids when I was young. The Mandalorians took me in and I was a foundling, it has been my whole life since then.”

“And you haven’t taken off the helmet?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not the way.”

“Maybe it’s just not your way.” He remains silent. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, I just don’t want your view on Mandalorians to be so cutthroat. I feel like you don’t really see me as a Mandalorian.”

He turns his body to you. “Regardless of the fact that you’ve earned it with how you are in battle, it is your birthright. I would be the last person to say you are not Mandalorian.”

“Do you want a family Mando?” You ask curiously, growing fond of your new companion.

“I have a family.” He says referring to his creed.

You shake your head. “I mean like a wife and a kid, that kind of stuff. Or husband.”

He chuckles a little, staring out into the stars. “Maybe.” He says simply. “What about you y/n?”

He hardly ever says your name, so you’re caught off guard a little. “Um, yea. I think after seeing my parents and their love, I would like to find something like that. If the Force allows me.” You smile softly, and you think he was going to say something else but the Child begins to cry and you walk over to him and cradle him close. “It’s okay, cyar’ika. I’ve got you.” He grabs onto your head getting you to look at him and you focus on the concentration he has on the force.

Can you hear me?

You gasp never being able to read thoughts through the force before. Yes, I can- how- are you okay?

Yes, I’m so happy. I’m Grogu. I’m so happy. You and father make me happy.

Your eyes water with his confession and you kiss the top of his head. “Grogu.” He stares at you with wonder and adoration. You chuckle and run to the cockpit. “Mando! Mando!” He stands abruptly from his chair to see what was wrong and seeing you crying has him on edge and wanting to ease whatever was wrong. “I- the kid- I mean Grogu. His name is Grogu. He spoke to me.”

His eyes widen behind the helmet although you can’t see. “Really? How?”

“Through the force.” His shoulders slump a little, he was excited to hear the little kid talk.

“What did he say?”

You smile looking down at the green guy. “He said ‘I’m so happy. I’m Grogu. I’m so happy. You and father make me happy.’”

Mando grabs Grogu and holds him close. “You make me happy too Grogu.” You smile at the two of them, tears welling up again. “And you too, cyar’ika.” He extends his arm and you crash into them. You make no comment on him calling you darling, you just enjoy it and your heart swells for your little family.

That moment changed something between the two. Every time you interacted now the atmosphere was intense and there was a longing neither of you discussed. You found Bo’katan and in turn found Ahsoka Tano, an ex-Jedi trained by Anakin.

She speaks with Grogu through the force. “I cannot train him, and I doubt Luke will either.”

“Why not?” Mando grumbles.

“He has a strong attachment to the both of you, I’ve seen the best of us fall to those things.” She turns away.

“He deserves a chance to try.” You plead.

Mando steps up and covers your hand with his. “If we help you with the town will you make sure he has a chance.”

She stays quiet for a moment but agrees. And so the two of you do what you do best. Afterwards, she directs you to Tython where Grogu can pick for himself what he will do. “May the Force be with you.” You say to her.

“And with you.” She nods.

You turn back to Mando who was giving you a look you couldn’t see, but you could feel it. You laugh holding Grogu close. “This is the way.”

He nods back in approval. “This is the way.”

The two of you get on the ship and make your way to Tython, putting the Crest on auto pilot you should be there in a few days. The two of you were alone as Grogu slept in his compartment and you felt your chest tight from nerves. “Mando.” He hums to let you know he’s listening as he leans back on his chair. “What’s your name?” He doesn’t move, but his body is rigid and you can feel it. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy, I just was curious- I guess I am nosy but-”

“Din.” He replies and you remain silent. “My name is Din Djarin.”

“Din.” You say. He turns to look at you, his gaze intense and almost intimidating, but he was in fact delighted to hear his name fall from your lips. “I like it.” And there it is, the intenseness of it all. You wanted to touch his hand, to hold him in anyway possible. Your feelings were growing everyday, and the fact that he loved the kid did not help in keeping them at bay. He felt the same, his hands twitching to touch yours so close he could do it if he really did want to, but you were much wittier. You placed your hand on top of his.

“Yooba solus mesh’la.” You are so beautiful. You take in a breath at his confession, unsure of what to do, even Din doesn’t know how he let that one slip. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just blurt that out.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Did you not mean it then?”

He shakes his head making you worry. “I meant every single word.”

“I-” Your breath gets caught and you’re at a loss for words. “No one’s called me beautiful in a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” He says sincerely. “It’s true.” He pulls out something from his pocket. A little necklace with a mudhorn on it. “I had this made, Grogu and I defeated it together. It’s our signet.”

You turn around to have him put it on and once he does you’re in awe. “This is beautiful Din, I love it.” You lean over to encase him in a hug.

“Haar’chack, yooba solus mesh’la.” Damn it, you’re beautiful. He curses causing you to laugh. Eventually Din goes to sleep in his room while you stay in the cockpit to make sure everything was running smoothly. Your heart was racing and you had a huge smile on your face. Having only known Din for a few short months you were already so taken with him. You wondered if this is what love was like.

You reminisced when you had feelings for the young Jedi and inwardly cringed with how forward you were with him. This felt much different than that. A much stronger connection. Although you knew Luke wanted to give in, he never let himself, but Din let you have any piece of him you wanted. He would give his soul in a heartbeat if it made you happy. And that’s the difference you guess.

That was the kind of love you saw with your mother and father, and although more intense, a similar love you remember your father telling you Anakin had for Luke’s mother. You wonder why Luke would want to bring back the ways of the Jedi that ultimately ended up failing his father, he might face similar if not worse scenarios. You hope to the Maker it isn’t possible, but you are still skeptical.

You jolt in your seat when you hear crashing around in the back, and at first you think it’s Gorgu, but the sounds were too loud and too heavy. You walk over to Din’s room and see him thrashing in his sleep. “No...” He mumbled. You crawl into his bed and try to steady him, but he gets scared and grabs your wrists.

“It’s just me Din, you’re okay, you’re safe.” He immediately holds you to him like a child clinging to a teddy bear and you let him rubbing the back of his neck. You can feel the hair that sticks out meaning he doesn’t have his helmet set in place, but you don’t look and keep your eyes away from the curly hair you feel in your hands. It’s so soft. “Yooba solus cyare.” You are loved. You say to him and he relaxes in your hold.

There wasn’t anything specific Din could say he focused on. He loved all the things about you. Your honesty compelled him to be honest with you. Your openness and generosity caused him to try to do those things too. You made him a much better person and you added so much depth to his being. Whereas the Mandalorian struggled to know if he added anything to your life.

But he did.

He showed you loyalty and blind trust you had only ever experienced as a child. Before your father and mother passed, and before Luke had the weight of continuing the legacy of the Jedi on his shoulders. He gave you a home and people to love who loved you right back. You met someone who put you first and you them.

Though neither of you put a name to it yet. It was hard to disturb your relationship when it seemed to be progressing well on its own.

The two of you fell asleep holding one another, and eventually an alarm went off to signal that you were nearing Tython. Din hurries back to the cockpit securing his helmet, realizing it almost fell off, but you would never disrespect him as to look. You went to grab Grogu and bring him to the front with Din.

Grogu was trying to get your attention, so when you focused on him he spoke to you.

Are mother and father leaving me?

You shook your head holding his little hand. No Grogu, you will get to decide if you want to reach out to other Jedi.

His face scrunches up before turning back to you. Should I?

It is all your choice Gorgu. We will be here no matter what.

“What are you guys whispering about?” Din asks preparing to land.

“Grogu is just a little nervous.” You smile at your little green son. “But I told him everything will be alright. He has his Buirs.”

Din smiles under the helmet and lands the Razor Crest. The two of you walk silently up the hill and place Grogu on the top. “So what happens now?” He asks.

“Grogu decides if he wants to reach out .” The two of you let Grogu be and eventually he starts connecting with the Force. Meanwhile, a man at the bottom of the hill catches your attention and both of you go towards him.

“Hey sweetheart.” His voice makes your eyes widen. You felt like you were seeing things.

“Boba- you’re supposed to be dead.”

Din turns to look at you. “You know him?”

“I want the armor.” He states.

Your Mandalorian straightens up and stands closer to you. “If you want it you’re going to have to peel it off of my dead body.”

You shake your head. “No he means the armor you got from Vanth. It belonged to his father’s.”

“Are you in a creed?” Din asks.

“No.” He replies. “My father was sworn in and he passed it down to me.”

“And if I kill you where you stand?”

Boba laughs and looks behind Din. “There’s a sniper up there who shoots when my body hits the ground.” Din looks and sees Fennec, surprised but doesn’t dwell on it for very long. “If you give me the armor I can help you with getting the kid and the two of you wherever you need to go safely.”

Although Din wanted to retort, there wasn’t much time to when you spotted Gideon’s ship in the atmosphere and Grogu’s connection with the Force severed. “Grogu!” You yelled in a panic. You rushed up the hill and Force jumped up to protect your son while Boba went to grab his gear after Din let him in a panic.

He was beyond scared and he felt like a child watching you fend off the dark troopers. He couldn’t get to you in time. One of them grabbed Grogu causing you to divert your attention and it made you drop your lightsaber. They flew away taking the both of you and Gideon’s ship fired destroying the Crest right in front of you. Your heart broke at the scene, but it hurt more to hear Din yell your name in such anguish.

When you made it up you were met with Gideon who immediately sent Grogu away from you and smiled sadistically. “Kenobi’s daughter in the flesh.” You scowled and spit at him. “Welcome aboard my ship, keep her from the kid.”

The guards escorted to you to a holding cell and cuffed you to keep you from catching hands with them. You sat in the cell and tried to connect with Grogu, but he was too weak to reach back. He didn’t have the training to do so.

Meanwhile, Din was in despair. He held your lightsaber close and clipped it on his belt. He looked up at Boba and together with Fennec, they were going to find you.

Time passes very slowly for you and you didn’t know if days or hours had passed. Eventually, your sitting around is interrupted. “Now how did you manage to get caught like this.”

You look up and see your father’s ghost looming around. “Dad.” You whisper.

“I guess the child proves a much more difficult task than I had anticipated.” He says with a smile. “Hello my sweet girl.”

You smile solemnly and stand up. “How- how come you’ve never come to me before?”

“You’ve never needed me before.” He says.

“Luke proves to be much more needier than you, y/n.” You see another figure pop up next to your father, and it’s Anakin. You hadn’t seen him since the celebration on Endor with the Ewoks. “That might be my fault too, heh.” He says scratching the back of his neck. “Hi y/n.”

It’s a bit overwhelming to say the least. To have your father and Anakin appear to you at the same time. “Don’t you guys only appear when I need help.”

“Well yea, kinda.” Anakin stretches. “They know you’re Obi-wan’s kid. Which woah by the way. I never saw that coming.” Your father jabs his padawan on the side. “Right. They’re going to take samples of your blood for your midichlorians the same way they’re going to do to Grogu. Before you escape the ship you need to grab every last container they have of your blood. You’ll never be free of them otherwise.”

The doors open and the stormtroopers take you forcefully. You look to your father with scared eyes, but he soothes your fears. “The Force is with you.”

You get injected with something that makes you pass out and when you come to, you’re so unbelievably weak you can barely hold your head up. You hear a lot of commotion outside, but you’re not in the best shape to try to escape.

The doors open anyway and you see him. “Y/n.” He breathes out. He embraces you and you try your best to wrap your arms around him. “I thought I lost you cyar’ika.”

You chuckle slowly. “Never.” He hands you your lightsaber but you can’t even grab it.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Injected with... I don’t even know. Can barely move.” Din nods and picks you up carrying you out. “Grogu is on other side... I need to grab blood from them.”

“I can’t understand very well y/n.” You slide your hand under his helmet and he flinches, you place your hand on his cheek. You’ve only done this with other Force users but you wonder if it’ll work on Din, if he’s even the slightest bit Force sensitive. “Okay, I’ll take care of it.” You thank the stars and you’re able to relax a bit in his hold.

Din hands you off to Cara so you would be safe. “Maker, what did they get you with?”

“Dunno.” You slumped. “Passed out, woke up, could barely move.”

She hums placing you on a chair of the control station they took over. Cara takes out a serum from her pack and injects it in your thigh. “If I’m correct they used a serum made specifically for the Jedi they captured, and normally it’s hard to wake up from. But you Miss Kenobi, are made of steal.” You chuckle at her statement slowly gaining much more feeling and movement in the tips of your fingers. “It works pretty slow, but you’ll be better soon.”

“Thank you.” You breathe out. Your Mandalorian and Grogu come back and meet you guys. He throws Gideon to the ground and holds the Dark Saber in his hand. “Oh no.” You whisper but he catches and looks confused.

Gideon smiles at Bo’katan who looks distraught. “What’s wrong?”

“Mando.” You call out. “You defeated him in... battle. You’re able to rule Mandalor.”

“I don’t want it.” He holds it out to Bo’katan. “Take it, I yield.”

Gideon laughs. “She can’t, the sword isn’t the power, it’s the story. She has to defeat you in battle.”

There isn’t much time to talk more about it when the dark troopers start making their way to you. “Oh Maker.” You groan. The doors shut and everyone is standing protectively. Gideon grabs a blaster and shoots, once he aims at Grogu, Din moves in front to act as a shield. Cara kicks the blaster away and kicks his body now standing near him.

You sit up, feeling better and see an X-wing arrive. “One X-wing?” Cara says. “Great, we’re saved.” But you knew that X-wing, and the hope you clung to increases. Gorgu senses it too, touching the screen and watching.

You then see the green lightsaber slice through the dark troopers. “Luke.” You breathed out. You had to help him. You get up slowly and grab your lightsaber from Din. “Open the doors.” Luke was on his way up through the elevator.

“Are you crazy?” Bo’katan exclaims.

“Y/n-”

“Do you trust me?” He nods. “Open them.”

You light up your blue saber and slice through the first dark trooper. You keep going until the last one in the middle grabs you. Luke holds his hand out and turns it into a fist, crushing the metal body. You fall and he wraps an arm around you holding you up.

“Luke,” you smile.

He smiles back. “Hello y/n.”

Happy beeps draw your attention away and you crouch down. “I missed you too Artoo.” Din rushes to you and puts an arm around your waist asking if you were alright. “Yea. This is Luke Skywalker.” Upset beeps meet you this time. “And R2-D2.” You chuckle. “Luke, this is Mando and Grogu.”

Luke nods and holds out his hand. “Come little one.” Straight to the point, as always. Gorgu hesitates and your heart breaks.

“He doesn’t want to go with you.” Din says.

Luke is understanding of his connection but nods. “He’s asking for your permission.”

You bite your tongue to prevent yourself from crying, but it proves to be impossible when Din begins to remove his helmet. You take in a breath as he looks sadly at Grogu who touches his face everywhere he can and Din sheds a tear. He sets the green child down and he walks over to Luke with wonder. Luke picks him up and nods.

“May the Force be with you.” And he turns around, but Grogu looks at the two of you for as long as he can. You cry silently next to Din who’s having trouble with letting him go.

Once they’re out of sight you look back at Din. “You- you have to put your helmet on, I didn’t see anything, none of us did.”

He slowly puts it back on and the rest of you shuffle quietly into Boba’s ship. The air was tense and while Boba Fett was confused, he didn’t ask. Fennec nudged you to go and talk to the gloomy Mandalorian who sat in his small space on the ship.

You knocked but didn’t get a reply so you came in and saw Din staring down at his hands sitting on the bed. “Oh, Din.” He looked towards you but doesn’t say anything. “I’m sorry you broke your creed, I know how much it means to you.” You sit next to him placing a hand on his.

“I just- I wanted you to see me differently.” He sighs.

Your face turns to confusion. “I’m lost.”

“I wanted you to see me when we got married, when you are my riduur.” You take in a breath, surprised by his bluntness when he’s always so shy. “I know we haven’t really been together or even known each other for too long, but I find myself longing for normalcy with you. Being able to do the most mundane things like brush our teeth together or sleep tightly in my cramped room, I would love to do those things with you. Because... well, because I love you.”

“Yooba solus ner aliit.” You are my family. You say putting a hand on his helmet where his cheek would be. “Ask me.” You say. “Ask me to marry you, Din.”

He holds both of your hands in his and looks at you. “Will you marry me, Y/n Kenobi. Whatever you want, it’s yours, I’ll give you the stars if that’s what you want.”

You giggle at his intensity. “Yes Din. But I want you, just you.” He pulls you close to him wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I promise we won’t be living from place to place forever. I’ll build us a home, whatever kind you want.” He caresses your hair and you squeeze him tighter.

“Home is wherever you and I are together. I’m home right now.” It was a sweet moment between the two of you. You both found exactly what you were looking for and that was a family.

He handed you your blood samples and you squeezed him so hard he could barely breathe. You thought he wasn’t able to get them, but that would be the first time of many you would learn not to doubt the skilled Mandalorian.

You and Din got married on Tatooine with only a few friends present but you wouldn’t have minded even if it was just the two of you. When you got back to your room, your new husband sat you on the bed and took off his helmet placing it on the table beside the bed. “I wish you could’ve seen me for the first time this way.”

You run your hands all over, scratching the stubble along his face, tracing his lips, his nose, his eyes. “You’re so absolutely breathtaking Din.” He leans closer to you placing a hand on your cheek and kisses you. It’s his first kiss and he’s nervous he’s doing it all wrong, but it also feels spectacular. You’re so soft against him and sweet. You loved every moment of it, you loved him so immensely it hurt in the best possible way. You pull back and touch your forehead to his, both of you smiling ear to ear. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I think you’ve got it the other way around.” The two of you share a laugh. “Can I take you to bed riduur?”

“Only if you start calling me Mrs. Djarin.” You say leaning back.

“I think I can manage that.” And you were content throughout the night being loved by the one man you don’t think you could live without.

Although, your family wasn’t exactly complete. The two of you missed your green child horribly and you found yourselves looking for him only to remember he wasn’t with you. It was a difficult transition to say the least and one neither of you really wanted to admit that was the reality.

You and Din went back to make a little beskar armor for Grogu and give it to Luke. You got there in the new ship that Peli made for you two. It was small but you didn’t mind squeezing a little.

When you arrived at Ossus you were met by Artoo who was supposedly leading the way but brought you to Ahsoka. It was difficult to reason with her to see Grogu, but eventually, Luke came down to see the two of you.

“We came to see him.” You tell your long time friend twiddling with your fingers from nerves.

“It’s not good for him, he still has a strong attachment to the both of you.” You nod, understanding but still disappointed. Luke looks down and sees the shiny little beskar band around your ring finger. “You got married?” He didn’t really understand the pang in his chest that hit him when he saw the ring.

“Oh! Yes! I’m sorry, I couldn’t reach you, you never answer your comms.” You say with a stern voice. “I was going to tell you.”

Luke thought he got over the idea of the two of you a long time ago. This was the first time he’s ever felt so jealous of another being. To be allowed to have such connections with you. “That’s wonderful y/n. I’m happy you finally found a family like you wanted. Who’s the lucky man?” He’s lying, it’s not wonderful and he doesn’t know why.

You smile immediately, turning to your husband putting your arm through his. You communicated silently asking if it was okay to tell Luke his name and replies in a slight nod. “Luke, this is Din Djarin, my husband.”

The Jedi nods back to the Mandalorian. “Thank you for taking care of my friend.” This he means sincerley.

Din nods back at Luke. “I’m grateful for the opportunity to everyday.” And he smiles brightly under his helmet looking at you, both of you very unaware of the feelings of the Jedi in front of you. “Could you give him this at least,” Din holds out the beskar. “It’s his right as a foundling.”

Luke takes the beskar and holds it to him while he watches the two of you leave holding hands and Din helping you up to the ship. There’s a lump in his throat as the ship leaves and he’s unsure why he feels this way.

“Do you love that girl?” Ahsoka asks.

Luke shakes his head. “That’s silly.”

“Not really.” She says. “It’s kind of written all over your face.”

“Jedi are not to have attachments, and I will not.”

“So stubborn.” Ahsoka states. “So much like your father.” Luke stops and turns to look at her. “No one would be upset with you because you fell in love Luke. No one would blame you for wanting a family with someone.”

The young Jedi shakes his head. “No.” He says. “If it was going to be with anyone, it was going to be with her. It’s my fault. She deserves happiness, and I will be happy doing this.” He gestures to the soon to be temple.

He would not disturb your peace, even more so knowing that you loved the Mandalorian and he loved you right back. That much he could tell with ease, and that was enough for him.

Luke did present Grogu with a choice and the little green kid ended up reuniting with the two of you again on Tatooine. When all was over, you hugged as a family for the first time and had a tearful but happy reunion. Grogu sat in his compartment on the ship while you and Din sat in the cockpit talking.

“Do you want to have kids someday Din?”

“Only if its with you, Mrs. Djarin.” You smile silly, loving the way it sounds coming from him. You kiss his cheek as a thank you. He keeps his helmet off now around the two of you, but keeps it on for everyone else.

And that dream did become a reality a few years later after Din built the three of you a beautiful house on Endor with a big garden close to the lake. You were heavily pregnant walking outside with Grogu in your arms watching your husband tend to the crops.

“Looking good Mr. Djarin.” You call out and he smiles at you, his face free from his helmet.

“You’re much better to look at Mrs. Djarin.” He sends a wink your way and just like that, you’re flushed. “Did Luke answer your comms?”

You nod. “Yea, him and Leia are coming over a week before our baby is due. It’ll be fun to know if they’re Force sensitive like you and I are.”

Din puts down the weeds and walks over to place a kiss on your forehead. “I think the Jedi has a crush on you.” And while he’s trying not to act worried you see right through him.

You roll your eyes at your husband. “Din Djarin. We have been married for five years, I have this shiny beskar ring to prove it, I’m holding our adopted green child and about to pop out our first born. I don’t really care if Luke likes me or is even in love with me. I cannot love anyone the way I love you, the way I will always love you.”

He leans down to kiss you and he does. Every time is always a beautiful experience he’ll never get sick of. Unfortunately, he’s unable to savor it for so long as Grogu whines in your hold, feeling left out.

“I think he also wants a kiss.” You giggle. Din leans down more to place a small kiss on your son’s head.

“There, now please let me kiss your mother silly, thanks.” He says, quickly kissing you again as he promised. He pulls back only to place one last kiss on your forehead and wraps an arm around you. “This is the way.” He says staring out at your home squeezing you to him.

You put your arm around him and squeeze back equally as strong. “This is the way.”

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Illicit Affairs | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Six

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Amidala!oc

Rhea Amidala meets Obi-Wan Kenobi when he and his master come to her younger sisters aid and he discovers the queen's sister was once a Jedi, expelled from the order for her unwillingness to forgo love and attachment. The two stranded together on Tatooine find common ground despite their differences, and above all a hope within the other for something greater than themselves.

He hopes for her to rejoin the order, while she hopes for him to leave, and both are left reeling from their illicit affair, until ten years later he is once again called to her sister's service and they are catapulted into each other's lives by a war that will set them on the same path of secrecy and tragedy.

Word count: 6.7k

Tags/warnings: nudity, non explicit sex, angsttttt, obi-wan pov, more angst

A/N: okay guys next chapter time for time jump, it was originally ten years later but I decided to have two chapters of pining and near run in's with each other before attack of the clones. Also for ultimate feels listen to love in the dark by adele because the time jump will be hello (there)

My body is tangled with his as dawn comes, neither of us having slept very much at all, not when the very experience of being with one another is so much more joyful. Spending the night asking question after question, kiss after kiss, sharing our lives and our hearts and our bodies. Being held in the arms of another, being held so tenderly... it is enough to make the thought of being without it unimaginable.

And it's as we lay there together, gazing upon the soft smile in his eyes that I know it is far too late to not fall in love with him. Lying here now I don't know what changed between the flight co Coruscant and now, but I know the answer is everything. Everything has changed.

There is not a part of me that has been untouched by him, and I am afraid his touch will haunt me for years to come. Neither of us dare speak of the impossibility of this, letting ourselves relish in blissful ignorance for as long as we possibly can.

Our bodies are bare beneath the covers, before I met him I had never given any of myself to anyone, and now I have given all of me to him, heart and body, and yet despite what may come I regret none of it. Hands and lips begin to wander and we're making love in the early hours of the morning light, with each touch dangerously forging something that cannot be undone and yet we only search for it within each other, for that blinding beautiful light that binds us.

And oh it is beautiful.

I'm wrapped in his robe as I run us a bath and he can't keep his hands off me even then, kissing every inch of me he can reach and we're both laughing as we slip getting into the water because of it and I'm assuring him I'm fine even as he kisses where I hit my elbow. The two of us a giddy mess filled with such blinding joy that I never knew it was possible to feel.

When dress one another we slowly begin to accept this bliss is about to end, and it's in the way he takes such care in braiding my hair that the love in my heart overwhelms all else and I begin to wonder what a life where this was every day could look like. We come to the open window and look out at the rising sun over the city, and only then it occurs to me that this could be the last time we ever watch a sunrise together.

He peppers kisses along my shoulder, arms wrapped around my waist as we watch the city preparing for the victory march, his heart is so full of hope and yet mine, mine is tensing with pain at the thoughts that cloud my mind.

"The city, it's almost as beautiful as you," he tells me and I can't help but smile despite it all.

"I don't know, I happen to be looking at a handsome Jedi knight," I say as I turn to look back at him and touch his padawan braid. "When does this get cut off?"

He looks at the braid, as if only just remembering that fact. "Well- considering I was knighted by Master Yoda instead of in a ceremony I better cut it off before we see the council."

"An unconventional start to your knightship," I tease and touch the braid remembering "I had yellow beads woven into mine to symbolise my lightsaber training. Thankfully they only tore those out when I was expelled instead of taking a saber to my hair."

He frowns at those words and tries to remain optimistic. "Well, I'm not sure how it will work when they except you back into the order," he says as he goes to get his saber and there's a pang in my heart at his faith, when not if. "I say you'll be returned to Master Depa to finish your training and knighted later, they've requested to see you after the victory march."

"They have?"

"They have," he confirms and it's then the anxiousness returns and I hide it as he comes back and presses his saber in my hand. "Will you do the honours?"

"Of course," I say and ignite it, watching the pride in his eyes as I take it in my hand and sever it and announce "You Obi-Wan Kenobi are a true Jedi knight now."

"And you will be too soon enough," he promises me and looks at the time anxiously. "I best get Anakin ready."

"A Jedi knight and a master of this prophesied chosen one," I find myself saying, realising he has a duty to this boy that is even more unbreakable than mine to Padme. "You're going to have your hands full."

"I suspect so," he admits and takes my face in his hands "When I started this mission, I never could have expected it to end like this."

I run my hand along his arm in comfort as I tell him "Qui-Gon would be proud, and I know Anakin will be in good hands with you."

"Thank you," he says, resting his forehead on mine. "That's what I need to hear because I have no idea how to do this, being a master... I did not expect this day to come for years yet."

"You will be an incredible master," I assure him with a hand over his heart. "I have more faith in you than you could ever know, change is jarring, but we adapt and we overcome."

He's almost amused as he tells me "I might be a Jedi Knight and yet only one of us standing here has the wisdom of one."

"It's experience, hardly wisdom," I correct and tell him "All will be well Obi, I know it."

His eyes are bright as he looks upon me and kisses me before reluctantly pulling himself from my embrace. "I'll see you at the parade, and then we will see the council, together."

"Together," I nod and he kisses me one last time before heading out the door and the moment it closes the dread finally begins to nip at my heels and I stand there looking at the bed we slept in and somehow already know we will not get another night together.

I single handedly have let myself love knowing how easily it could destroy me, knowing it would, and yet still despite the feeling of doom I have faith.

But I'll be damned if I do not fight for him.

It's only a moment later Padme enters and I raise a hand to my face realising she no doubt saw him leaving and behind the thick makeup she wears I can see her face fall as she takes in me standing there in a simple dress with the bed unmade.

"We have an hour until we have to be ready for the parade," she tells me and hesitantly asks "Will it be the last time I see you?"

"No," I say quickly and come to her. "No, I won't be leaving you."

"I thought you would be leaving with Obi-Wan and the council?" she asks me and I stand there with my throat tight. "Will you be rejoining the order?"

"I-" I begin and find myself still torn. "I don't know."

"If you love him follow your heart," she advises. "But know what it means if you do."

I nod and she leaves me to get ready and it's then I force myself to contemplate what it will mean if I return, what I will have to give up to be with him, the sacrifices I will have to make for this love.

And yet my heart is still torn.

Obi-Wan

I stand there on the steps of the palace with Anakin waiting for the parade to begin, dressed now in his Jedi robes with his padawan braid and know Qui-Gon would be proud to see him like this.

"Where's Padme?" he asks me and somehow I already know he will be a handful with his attachment to the queen, not that I am setting the best example.

"Patience," I council him despite sharing the same ache to see her sister. "She will come."

"And what then?" he asks me and standing here now I feel lost as to what comes next, Rhea the only certainty I have. She has mentored a queen, surely she can guide me in how to mentor Anakin. It comes so naturally to her, even in comforting Anakin she does it with nothing but ease while I don't know what words I can say to him to try to help him in this change, I don't know how to empathise with him.

"Then I will be seeing the council," I tell him, the masters standing out of earshot. "And then Padme's sister will be coming with us back to Coruscant to become a true Jedi, just as you will."

I could feel her uncertainty despite her best efforts to remain strong in her faith, but I know that after the courage she has shown that the council will take her back. She held herself against a sith lord, that is a feat worthy of knighthood. She proved herself to Master Qui-Gon, and I know the council will see it as well.

The trumpets sound and I watch Padme appear at the head of the procession, unmistakeable in her royal attire, but then walking just behind her alongside Captain Panaka is Rhea.

My breath is taken away at the sight of her, her hair in loose curls rolling down her back and dressed in a gown of red and gold, the royal colours of Naboo. Her eyes meet mine and a smile plays at her face and it's the life in her eyes that captivates me as strongly as the first moment I met them and she burns as brightly as the sun.

My heart, I can't control how it feels as she grows nearer, and I can only pray the council cannot sense it. After Satine, I never thought I could feel like this. Satine, I always saw her as the moon and revered her with the same mysticism and longing as one would have gazing upon it on long lonely nights only to know you would never truly be able to feel its touch.

But Rhea is the sun, a burning fire... I felt her heat the moment we met, felt the life and the warmth that she radiates without even knowing it. I was helpless from that very first moment to try to resist it, one can try to hide from the light of the sun but as is the nature of light, it always finds you and you cannot escape it's warmth when it burns as hotly as she does and I know I will forever crave her warmth.

She ascends the steps and takes her place between her sister and I, I do not realise how hopelessly I've been staring until she forces herself to look away for the sake of appearances. I've become a Jedi Knight and yet I have never felt more like a padawan, careless and not thinking of consequence as I remind myself to keep my eyes on the parade. I look to my padawan and find him watching Padme with the same lovestruck wonder and I'm unable to hide my amusement at the irony of our situation, that the first shared common ground we will ever have is our love for these two sisters.

I hear Rhea laugh under her breath as she notices it too and her eyes meet mine, bright and beautiful and I don't think she has ever looked as radiant as she does now despite how little sleep we've had and the ordeal we're only just recovering from. The queen's council take their place on the other side of Padme and with Jedi council now unable to see Rhea and I. I brush her hand and the sunlight catches the golden circlet she wears as she looks at me and smiles, not knowing just how well it compliments the golden specks in her eyes.

I never expected her, I never expected to find myself falling in love with her and now I can't imagine not returning to the temple with her. This is a new beginning, and despite the uncertainty, knowing it will be with her eases my mind.

Together we watch the parade, and when it finally disperses I allow Anakin to go with Padme and her handmaidens to while Rhea gives me a nod to follow her and we find ourselves walking through the garden of the palace until we find a place where no one can see us.

I take her hands in mine and kiss them as I tell her "You never fail to leave me utterly stunned."

Flirting, it's something I've never quite been able to grasp but with her it's impossible not to try and she smiles so I know I'm not going too awfully.

"Well when it's a parade I might as well get dressed up," she says and I see the noble lady behind the warrior, even if I know which one certainly prevails the most. "So, I suppose the council will be returning to the palace now."

I nod and assure her "Everything will go as planned."

But I see the doubt in her eyes as she says "Obi, what is the plan? If they accept me back what then?"

I only realise then just how little foresight I've had, in my mind since we began this mission I've only been focused on the end of it, of getting her back into the order. In the chaos of the battle and the aftermath I've hardly had a moment to consider what comes next. I can't help how my heart sinks, the bliss of being with her fading once I realise the cost that will come with it.

"I-" I begin and she looks down at our hands as I say "It is possible, we'll just have to be careful."

"You mean we'll have to keep it secret?" she corrects, as forthright as always. "Obi-Wan, before we walk into that chamber we need to stop and think clearly." She holds my hands tight as she says "I have never felt this way and I adore you." Her voice is strained. "But how can it be possible?"

"Because we will make it possible," I tell her but she looks at me with a sort of sorrow. "Qui-Gon-"

"Was a great man but a maverick Jedi who always danced far too close to being forced out of the order," she reminds me, as if I need the reminder. "If you and I do this we won't be mavericks, we will be breaking the greatest tenant there is and if caught we will be expelled."

I have never been so careless as I tell her "It would be worth it."

"No-" she says harshly and pulls her hands away, leaving me there caught off guard. "No, Obi-Wan, it is not worth it." She looks at me and it's only then I see the full extent of the turmoil this decision has brought her. "I have lived the fate of the expelled Jedi and that is not one I intend for you."

"It is my choice to make," I tell her and she stands her ground as I grab her hand. "I am prepared to fight-"

"As am I," she swears to me. "But I want us to know what it is we will be fighting for when we see the council. Are we fighting for each other or for a life of secrecy we are not prepared to live with?"

"I-" I begin to argue but she cuts me off.

"No, stop and think," she pleads with me and so I do, trying to look past the blinding light of her to see what it would truly mean for us and curse myself for believing it would be any different. "You have made this decision before Obi-Wan, you know what it means."

"I do," I say quietly, forcing myself to remember all the reasons I walked away from Satine and yet I find few of them apply now. Distance and timing and duty, but none of that would matter now if we are together on Coruscant. "But this is different."

"How?" she asks me at a loss. "How is this any different?"

"Because it is, you know it is," I say and hold her face in my hands with a desperation I know I should not feel. "Rhea, I've never felt this before either. I've been in love, but I've never felt such a connection that feels as if it's been forged in the force itself. I am not ready to abandon it."

To be with Satine I would have had to leave the order to join her on Mandalore, but if Rhea returns there is another path, there is hope. There has to be.

"On the way to Coruscant, you and I both knew damn well why this is a terrible idea and told ourselves we would not do this," she says and looks as if she's cursing herself for the next words "Even if our feelings have grown since then, the reasons that should stop us have not. How can this possibly end in anything other than pain?"

At the pain I feel in her heart I quietly let go of her face and say "You're right." My senses finally return to me as I remember that fight on board the ship and know it should be me making the hard decisions, not her. "Our feelings shouldn't be affecting your decision on whether or not to return to the order, and I cannot ask you to return in the slim hope we could somehow be together."

I watch as she sits down on a bench beneath a blossom tree and I can feel the conflict in her, I can feel it in myself, both of us knowing we should never have acted on our feelings, but we did, and now neither of us are able to truly walk away.

"We let this go too far," she says, her voice strained and the guilt of it now weighs on my shoulders. "We should have stopped it instead of pretending as if this moment wouldn't come."

I am the one who should have stopped this long before it ever got to the point of no turning back, I never should have kissed her in the temple or taken comfort in her after Qui-Gon's death. I never should have spent the night with her and made love to her. I could tell her I don't love her, that my feelings weren't real, that I saw Satine in her, but it would be a lie she would never truly believe.

She's nineteen, younger than I am with more potential than I ever had at her age. At her age I was an insecure padawan who still felt so much like a child, that part of her died at fourteen and she has carved her own path since. Never once did it feel like the years between us mattered when she's lived more than I ever have, that is until now as I watch her sitting there torn, a wounded girl who loves her family and was wronged by the council. I have devoted my life to the order and because I am too afraid to leave I'm now asking her to abandon everything she has believed in to join me without consideration for the pain they put her through.

"I should have stopped it," I tell her stiffly. "It was my duty to stop this before it reached this point and I cannot ask you to return to the order because of the mistakes I made."

She just laughs bitterly at those words. "You and I my dear are equally guilty in this crime we have committed." Her fingers are gripping the edge of the bench as she tells me "I am not a weak willed person, I do not do things because others will me to. If I decide to return will not be because you have asked me to, but because I believe my purpose lies there."

And there she is, nineteen and stronger than I could ever be, burning brighter than any star. She is no pawn in the schemes of others and she never will be, and I know that very fact is why she comes into conflict with all those who try to force her to be something she is not, to try to extinguish the flame that burns too hot for the comfort of those around her.

"And where do you believe your purpose lies?" I ask her, needing to do the right thing by her now and guide her without my own feelings interfering. "Here on Naboo or with the order?"

"The answer has always been simple," she tells me. "It has always been with those I love and yet so rarely have those I loved fought for me, that is until now." She looks at me and my heart tightens a the confession the insinuates. "We both have our duties."

"We do," I say, trying to fight back the words on my tongue but I need her to know the truth. "And if it is your heart you wish to follow then know I will fight for you." I hesitate and for the first time truly bare my heart. "But I don't want to live in regret having not tried to love you."

She looks at me with tears burning in her eyes at those words and I see the pain in them as she breathes my name "Obi-Wan..."

"Because it is too late to not love you," I tell her without thinking of the consequences of those words and with them she is on her feet and a moment later her lips meet mine. I'm clutching her to me, hands buried in the curls of her hair as she holds my face and just like that I am willing to go against everything I have ever believed about the code for her, unable to bear the thought of letting her go. "If you feel the same..."

"I'll fight," she tells me and looks at me with those fiery eyes of hers. "I'll fight for us."

She has been fearless since the moment I laid eyes on her, and now as I kiss her for just a moment I am fearless also.

"Just remember to stand your ground," I tell her and promise as I kiss her "All will be well sweetheart."

But even then as we walk in silence back to the palace I can't ignore the sinking feeling in my chest at the true weight of the decision before us. I have always prided myself on my adherence to the code, on being a true and disciplined Jedi. I hardly recognise the man I was before laying eyes on her and now here I am prepared to abandon the very core of who I am to love her. Something she is also prepared to do.

And that terrifies me more than the thought of any other consequence.

Rhea

In my gut I knew all would not be well, and the moment I stand before the council it become clear.

"We would like to thank you for your service in assisting in the defeat of the Sith lord," Master Windu says. "And as a token of our appreciation we have decided you may keep your saber."

"Thank you Master," I say, having to force myself to appear appreciative at the bare minimum and I glance anxiously to Obi-Wan who stands there more determined than I could ever be.

"If Master Qui-Gon was here I know what he would say she is owed," Obi-Wan begins and I watch the anxious looks of the council. "And so I will petition the council to allow Rhea Amidala to return to the Order."

With those words the council all find themselves sitting more upright and Yoda hums "Very well then, hear your petition we shall."

That answer surprises me, and allows just the slightest bit of hope as Obi-Wan prepares his words.

"Rhea did not merely assist in the defeat of the Sith lord, you would be able to see from the report of her injuries that she fought him single handedly for longer than either Qui-Gon and I did and not just survived, but nearly killed him herself." His head is high as he says "For the feats of this mission I was knighted as I was deemed to have passed the trials through my actions, and I would put it to you that Rhea is equally as deserving, if not more so. When Qui-Gon and I found her she was single handedly preparing to free her sister from captivity and save her people, this is a courage that more than proves her aptitude as a Jedi. She achieved just that in preparing the battle plans which led to victory and the freedom of Naboo, all while fighting the ancient enemy of the Jedi with the courage and skill of a Jedi knight and I would ask that due to the tremendous courage, discipline and strength she has shown that she be allowed to return to the Order to complete her training."

The council exchange glances ranging from pride to hesitation to outright refusal to listen, but it is Yoda who speaks.

"And on this matter young Amidala, have what to say do you?"

I step forward, remembering what Padme told me, to not betray myself.

"I was removed from the Jedi Order at the age of fourteen for intervening in a child being taken into the order and killing a slave owner. These are actions I do not regret." I feel Obi-Wan's alarm at that answer but I continue. "However, I do wish at that young age that I had seen the bigger picture in my purpose in the force and as a Jedi. A purpose that I lost upon my return to Naboo and have since unwaveringly acted as bodyguard to my sister Queen Amidala in order to put my training to use. While I am mindful of my duty to my sister and to Naboo this mission has shown me that I am still a Jedi and will always be a Jedi. Master Qui Gon would wish for me to return, he believed before his passing that my purpose was yet to be served and the force leads me to believe so as well."

"But what of your attachment to your family?" Master Depa asks gently. "To your sister? Are you ready to let her go?"

"No," I answer, standing my ground as I promised her I would. "The order forbids attachment, but it fails to acknowledge that such attachments do not necessarily lead to darkness, but in many circumstances strength. I have mentored my sister these past five years and it is after me she chose her ruling name for the strength I taught her in speaking freely and not bending her will to appease others. To be an outspoken vessel of truth and to take action regardless of the disapproval of those who disagree. I must honour those teachings today."

Master Windu leans forward as Obi-Wan shifts anxiously beside me. "It seems the recklessness that was your undoing has been fostered into strength and discipline. You were able to use the seventh form to defeat the Sith, one that requires great mastery over one's emotions. There is a very fine line between turning them into strength and them being your destruction." His words surprise me more than any others could. "It is clear to me that despite your struggles you have been able to walk that line successfully although it is your defiance that is your fatal flaw."

"Defiance is a kind word for it," Master Mundi argues. "She is reckless with her attachments and has made it clear she will not abide to the code."

"That is true, but I would like the opportunity to see this potential she has and work with it myself," Mace Windu says and my eyes widen in surprise. "Master Depa trained you before but as she has taken a new padawan I will train you if the council allows your return."

"Thank you Master," I breathe, stunned that Mace Windu who I repeatedly found myself in conflict with would be the one to support me now.

"You have entrusted me with training the chosen one," Obi-Wan begins. "I ask you to trust me now when I say Rhea belongs in the order, she has made mistakes but has long atoned for them in her service to Naboo and to democracy, and now in her defeat of the Sith."

It is then Yoda speaks, skeptical, "Stubbornness I feel in you young Amidala, defiance, secrecy too." I refuse to let anything cross my face that could give us away. "Enter this room you do with attachments to others than your sister I sense, lies you bring with you."

"Is it a lie to not divulge every person I've ever felt attached to?" I ask him calmly. "Perhaps I mourn Master Qui-Gon, perhaps I am grateful to Obi-Wan for his faith in me, are these attachments so against the code?"

They cannot accuse me of hiding my attachment to Obi-Wan when I divulge it as gratitude.

"Yet, a strange bond there is between you and young Kenobi," he says, suspicious and slowly the council begins to pick up on it also, putting us beneath a microscope. "Qui-Gon knew of this?"

"Yes Master," Obi-Wan says calmly, revealing nothing. "He believed the force had brought us together for a purpose."

"The Sith lord being one," Depa says and tells the council. "I was her master, and it is my mistake that I was not able to forge her fire into what it is now, something she has done herself through sheer unguided discipline to be a mentor to her sister."

"Yes, it is quite admirable," Master Yaddle says. "She reminds me much of Master Qui-Gon, and Dooku for that matter. Defiant she may be, but devoted."

"But to what?" Mundi questions. "To the order or to her family and Naboo. She cannot be devoted to both."

"Master Dooku was both if you remember," Master Yaddle says. "He held the council accountable as young Rhea has. There is a place for her here as there was for Qui-Gon and Dooku."

Master Yaddle's words truly surprise me, she has always been quiet, gentle, I never knew she held such beliefs also and other members of the council also look on in surprise.

"Thank you Master," I say and she gives me a supportive nod.

"Count Dooku as he now calls himself has become one of the lost!" Master Oppo exclaims.

"Master Dooku is no longer a member of the Order," Yaddle reasons. "But a friend to it he is."

"Which is what I propose she remain," Master Koth says. "She has fought valiantly and should be honoured for it, but simply cannot be allowed to continue her training whilst fostering attachments."

"Qui-Gon believed her attachments were her strength," Obi-Wan says, speaking for me. "That there was no darkness in them, such as with her sister. A bond I would compare to that of a master and padawan. It is because of the Queen she forged herself into who she is today, and I believe that relationship will only be beneficial for her, as did Qui-Gon."

"Despite her assistance in dealing with the Sith Lord we simply cannot accept her back into the order," Master Tiin argues. "We must not make exceptions to the code, a code which she shamelessly defies and intends to break."

"Not break," I correct and make my case. "Reform."

Master Yoda speaks with amusement "Reform you say?"

"You speak of Master Qui-Gon and Dooku, they were seen as disobedient mavericks for disagreeing with the council yes, but they were also respected for their service and all they have done for the order. Can such things not co-exist? Must those who think differently to the collective view of the council be ostracised or is there not room for reason? You all heard my outburst on Coruscant and know exactly what I think of the order, which offends many of you but I know there are some who see it also. Qui-Gon was a reformist, as am I."

I look to Obi-Wan who I know would rather me not say these things, he's no stranger to hearing them as his master so often spoke as such to the council, even if Obi-Wan would urge him not to. I know deep down he agrees with my words even if he's reluctant to accept them due to his unwavering adherence to the code, that was until me. I just pray he and I see eye to eye now more than we did when we met.

"His apprentice has great faith in me, and I in him. He is the one who convinced me to come here and make my case, much of which he has made for me. He sees something in me I cannot, or did not before crossing his path, which is faith that I have the qualities of the Jedi," I say and he meets my eye, giving a single nod. "The force is with me and that is something that cannot be stripped from me or granted, the force willed it to be so and it is who I am at heart regardless of the code." I look back to the council. "If you allow me to return to the order it will be under the close eye of Master Windu, to whom I am grateful, and will through his guidance fulfil the potential Qui-Gon saw in me. I ask for a second chance."

A second chance. It sounds silly even saying it. Perhaps because my heart is not truly in it, because they sense my reluctance to leave Naboo. I do not beg and grovel as they would much rather me do than stand here defying them even as I ask for their support. A plea that feels hollow because even standing here feels as if I am betraying myself, excusing the pain and suffering I endured when I was expelled.

It is not in my nature to conform to appease others who would betray me and now is no different.

"I request it be put to a vote," Master Windu says, Yoda strangely quiet, instead watching Obi-Wan and I. "All in favour of Rhea Amidala being allowed to return to the order."

Depa Billaba is the first to raise her hand, followed by Windu and Master Yaddle. Next comes Plo Kloon and Adi Gallia.

Five.

Five against seven.

"No," Obi-Wan immediately rejects as my eyes fall to the floor. "Surely you can see she is meant to return to the Order-"

"That will be enough Obi-Wan," Mace Windu says calmly and his eyes turn to me. "If the vote enabled you to return I would take you as my Padawan to finish your training. I see great potential in you, and I believe you will continue to serve the force outside of the order."

It's then Master Billaba finally speaks "Your heart is torn between your family and the Order as it always has been and it is plain for this council to see. Those who voted for your return, myself included, have great faith in your potential despite this and it saddens me I will not have the opportunity to see you fulfill your training, for if not for your heart you would be a true Jedi. I wish you all the best in the path you will pursue and pray you find true happiness in what you believe in."

I nod stiffly and Windu continues "For your assistance against the attacker we have identified as Darth Maul you have earned our respect and will still be allowed to retain your saber."

Obi-Wan struggles to hide his devastation, which no doubt the council can feel and I can see the looks they give one another as I look to Obi-Wan and he to me.

"It's okay," I mouth to him and speak to the council. "Master Qui-Gon believed the force brought me into the Jedi's path for a reason and I believe he was right." I look to Obi-Wan and speak now to him directly. "The force shall bring me back into your path again someday for a greater purpose. That I believe even if the order will not take me back." I look to them and say "I thank you Master Windu, Master Billaba and Master Yaddle for your faith in me."

I take one last look at the council and bow my head, for the first time in my life leaving with my dignity.

And I must now trust in the force despite how it feels as if a part of me has died.

"Rhea!" Obi-Wan yells out from down the hallway, running up to me. "I will find a way-"

I shake my head, my heart breaking as I accept what he cannot. "You have Anakin now to train, and I have my sister." I force myself to believe my next words. "We are right where we are meant to be."

I accepted the moment I met him, even if I did not realise it, that we would be saying goodbye, even if it kills me. The truth is that despite the agony beginning to consume me that the pain is heaven and I would do it all again.

Perhaps someday I will.

"Rhea," he breathes in disbelief and I smile despite the tears in my eyes.

"Our paths will cross again, I believe in that as much as the force itself," I say, for his sake more than my own. "The order and I... I always knew that it would never be. With you I had hope- such great hope, and I still do because now I know I am a Jedi at heart even if I will not be able to watch you become a great Jedi knight." I reach out to touch his face, pale and shocked, both of us in disbelief that this is how it ends. "All will be well."

A lie. His hand covers mine, gripping it tight, neither of us wanting to let go and as he takes me in his arms I want to take my words back and destroy my dignity, to cry and tell him I love him and that I so selfishly want him to stay with me. To ask him to leave.

But I can't.

"I can't go back to who I was before you," he tells me and I feel both our hearts breaking. "I can't."

"And neither can I," I say, knowing I never will. That I will never be unloved by him. "You are my hope, and my love, and my light. That cannot just disappear."

Our beautiful illicit affair, it will scar me forever, but I always knew we were destined for tragedy.

"I-" he begins and after a moment of conflict cuts himself off, telling me "I'll never be able to look at a sunset the same without feeling you there," he tells me and a tear rolls down my cheek. "Brighter than even the twin suns on Tatooine. You always burned too brightly."

It is a truth I've always known, but I cannot let him burn with me.

"We will meet again," I breathe, and kiss the corner of his mouth, trying to keep myself from breaking here and now. "I promise."

He is the wordless one, he is the heartbroken one, the man who had hope, who believed I would be returning to Coruscant with him. But he will not be leaving alone, no, he has Anakin.

And I have my sister.

Our duty is to them.

But even so, here alone in the hallway our lips collide one last time, tasting tears as I burn the feeling of him into my memory, trembling and aching and dying in his arms before finally tearing myself from him and turning my back on him before I can collapse in his arms.

I know then the hardest thing I have ever done is walk away, and I force myself not to look back as burning tears wet my cheeks and I hear the celebrations outside.

If one thing is for certain it is the beginning of a new age.

And I will see him again.

I don't stop walking until I come to a balcony overlooking the city where I finally collapse, clinging to the stone window pane to try to keep myself from breaking completely and I hear Padme calling my name.

"I love him," I confess to her and my heart shatters in a way it will never recover from as she takes me in her arms and I cry. "I loved him."

And I fear I always will.

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