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#the dress may be obi-wan's idea but the make up was ALL anakin
chanandlersstuff · 11 months
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Little Miss Director and Starboy.
Pairing: Hayden Christensen x Reader.
Summary: The timeline of how Hayden gradually fell in love with her until he was madly in love, to the point of no returning.
Word count: 8.457
Warnings: Not much actually, age-gap and a slow burn.
Author’s note: It’s the first time I write something about Hayden so I hope you like it. I have nothing against his private life nor his love ones, this is just for fun. With that been said, I had this idea in my head for a long time and it will have two more parts.
gif credits @haydenchristensengifs
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May 2019, first meetings.
When he was offered the role of Anakin again for Obi-Wan’s series, he jumped in without thinking twice and that’s how he met her. He saw her face for the first time on a tiny screen on his phone. The first few things he noticed about her were that she used glasses, her voice was sweet, that she smiled pretty much all the time and that she was young, several years younger than him.
She was very polite and enthusiastic, telling him all about the ideas for the series and explaining everything about the project. Maybe revealing a few things she shouldn’t but he didn’t care. She kept it professional but light, which he thanked because acting formally in the comfort of his house while wearing joggers and slippers was a no can do.
A few weeks after that he hopped in a plane and flew all the way to the studios, where she worked, to meet with her and talk about the project. He was directed to her office, where she was supposed to be expecting him but she wasn’t. “I’m sorry Mr. Christensen, but she will arrive in a few minutes.” The boy behind the desk said with a polite smile. “Please follow me.” He got up and walked towards an office at the end of the hallway. “You can wait for her in her office.” He opened the door. “Feel free to get comfortable.” The boy smiled. “Would you like something to drink?”
Hayden looked around the room, it was big; but not too big, painted white with big windows that let all the light enter and a little sofa with a desk in the middle. “No, thank you.” But the main thing he noticed was the lack of personal things in it. No photos on the desk, instead, little drawings stuck to the computer and an old video camera from the ‘90s in one of the shelfs, which he found odd. 
He stood watching the window and how the sun illuminated everything around. A couple of minutes passed by when he heard voices outside the office. “Hi, Charlie, how are you?” The same sweet voice reached his ears. Some muffled words and the sound of boots against the floor. "What? He's in there?” She whispered-shouted. “He's early!” It was true, Hayden was early. A trait he picked up from his father. "I know!" The boy at the reception whispered-shouted too. "He’s cute.” Hayden smiled a little at the words. “Charlie! Unprofessional.” It wasn’t as if he was eavesdropping, they just happened to be speaking not so quiet. “I’m not ready.”  He heard her say. “Yes, you are.” The boy encouraged her. More muffled sound reached his ear. “Fake it, till you make it.” He smiled at the phrase and moments later the door was opened.
He turned around and she was there with a nervous smile on her lips, not like the ones he saw in the facetime. “Hi.” She said, blushing a little.
The brunette walked closer to greet her properly. “Hello.”
“Wow, you are tall.” She said rapidly under her breath, but he heard it, making him laugh.
“I got that a lot.” He extended his hand and she shook it. To the list of things he noticed about her, he added that her hands were cold, despite warm weather outside, and full of small classy silver rings. She apologised about it but he was focused on looking at her. She was small, a little smaller than average, barely reaching his chin. Dressed in black doc martens, light colour jeans, a fitted black t-shirt and a red leather coat. Long straight hair and no glasses on. 
She hung her bag and coat and smiled at him, a more natural one. “Can I offer you something? Tea? Coffee? Orange Juice?”
“A tea would be nice, thank you.” She nodded and ordered Charlie, the boy behind the desk at the front, a tea and a coffee.
“Shall we?” She gestured to the sofa for them to sit down.
He tilted his head to the side. “By all means, it’s your office.” He let her walk in front of him, as the gentleman he was tough to be.
She looked around with a tiny smile on her lips. “Yeah, I still don’t believe it.” 
“You have a beautiful view.” He added.
“Yeah, doesn't it?” She asked happily and looked around. “First of all," he was object of her gaze again. "thank you for coming all the way here just to chat about this.” 
“Not at all, it’s a pleasure. And far easier than talking on the phone.” He sat more comfortably.
She laughed and nodded. “I like this kind of human contact, I feel like there’s nothing left to guess, or misunderstood, and I also believe it is more personal.” He agreed, noticing she moved her leg nervously. Another thing to add to his list about her. “I will try to not occupy much of your time and don’t bore you.” She joked.
But he shook his head “No, nothing of that.” trying to reassure her. 
A knock on the door interrupted him. “Sorry.” She got up and opened the door. Charlie entered with the two cups and left them on the desk. “Thank you very much Charlie.” The boy smiled and walked away. “Sugar? Sweetener?” She offered him.
“Sugar, it's fine.” She passed him the little packets while she poured a little one of sweetener on her cup. The pleased smile on her lips when she took the first sip would always be tattooed on his mind.
Hayden asked the normal things about the project and she told him everything she could about it. Slowly, bit by bit, he saw how she was more nervous-free and how excited she was for all the things she was telling him about. “But it’s still in diapers, we are still figuring things out. I’m still figuring things out.” She played with her hands. “The writers started putting everything on paper and I’m working with the executive producers about the cast.” She ended with a smile.
“It’s your first big project?” He asked, taking a sip of his tea. She laughed a little, moving her head side to side, it wasn’t a yes but neither a no. “How old are you?” That was a question he had in mind for a while and hoped it didn't sound rude.
“Twenty-seven.” He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “I know, too young and very big, immense, shoes to fill.” She said with a bored tone, like she got that too much. 
Hayden shook his head. “I was 19 when I took the role as Anakin and felt the same way. Everything is going to be fine.” She looked at him a little unsure. “If they choose you to be here, it’s because you are the best. Don’t let them intimidate you, otherwise they will eat you alive.”
She smiled at him, big and brightly. “Thank you, Hayden, truly.” Her eyes accompanied the smile, kind and truthful.
All of the sudden, he turned shy by being under her gaze- What? Shy? Come on man. -so he shrugged and changed the subject. Trying for his life to not blush at how sincere and kind her eyes looked at him moments prior.
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October 2019, surprise surprise.
By the second time they met in person, they had been talking a few by the phone, she asked a few things about what he felt about Anakin, what were his thoughts about him and things like that.
Hayden was walking towards her office, for some reason he wanted to see her before going to meet with the writers, executives and a few of the characters for the first reading of the script, which was going to take a few days, to see if everything was going according to plan, smoothly. 
He entered the office and Charlie was there, sitting behind the desk, just like all those months before. They made small talk while the boy accompanied him to her office. When he opened the door, she was looking down at some papers in the desk and her hair was up supported by a pen. “Perfect, Charlie, sorry to bother you, but I-'' Who apologised to his assistant for asking something? Always so polite.
When she looked up, her eyes opened big in surprise at seeing him. Hayden realised she was wearing the glasses she wore when they first met and that with the light entering the room her eyes shined. Maybe it was my presence? No, it couldn’t be. It was 100% the light, for sure. “Hello.” He said with a kind smile on his lips.
“Hi.” She smiled brightly, just like she usually did. Usually as in the two times he saw her, one in person and the other by a screen. “You are early.” She looked at the watch on her right wrist.
“Again.” He joked earning a laugh from her.
“Please, make yourself comfortable.” She pointed at the sofa where he sat months ago, a vase with white jasmines in the little table there. “Tea?” He nodded and when she was about to ask Charlie the boy nodded before she opened his mouth and walked away with a tiny smile on his lips.
He, for sure, made himself comfortable and started walking around the office. It didn’t seem empty as it did before, now it had books on the shelves; a few more drawings, it was more cosy, and the same video camera was still there in one of the shelves. He traced it with his finger, slowly, trying to not damage it. “That camera was the thing that started everything, it was my father’s but I made it mine.” Her sweet voice became sweeter.
“It was your first camera?” He turned around to look at her and she nodded with a smile on her lips. Was she always smiling?
“I used to record everything around me with it.” The papers in her desk were long forgotten. “Everything that made me happy, to never forget it.”
He smiled at her way of seeing things. “You still do?”
She hummed. “From time to time, when I’m utterly, incandescently, happy.” He was about to comment on that but she interrupted him. “Besides, vintage makes everything look good.” She laughed and he did too.
Charlie entered right when their laughs were in sync and their eyes shined. “Your tea, Mr. Christensen.” The boy left the drink on the small table there and walked away with a smirk on his lips.
“Are you ready for today?” With a few strikes he sat on the sofa facing her. She nodded, biting her lips, while arranging the stacks of papers on her desk. He was about to comment on something about her nervous behaviour, but chose against it. Afraid of making her more nervous. “Did you eat something?” She shook her head. “You want me to grab you a coffee or something?”
She looked up to him. The same kind eyes of all those months back were looking at him “No, thank you.” and shook her head. “If I drink coffee now I’m afraid I will not be able to sit still on the reading table.” A little laugh escaped his lips and the same shyness, and blush, from months ago, appeared again making him clear his throat. Get it together.
With small talk, his attempt to take her mind out of what was about to happen, the time had passed and they had to go to meet the rest to do the first reading table. They excited the office and, as the gentleman he was, he offered to carry all the papers in her hands, but she refused it. Claiming that she was more than capable of doing it herself.
For the first time since he saw her in that day, he paid attention to her whole outfit and it was much more formal than the one she used the first day they met. Little heels that made her reach his mouth, black tights, a skirt with a little cut on the side that fitted quite well and a black shirt with the first two buttons undone. And she smelled like jasmine, like the ones in her office.
They reached the room where everything was going to unfold and she stopped a few meters from the door. “You okay?” Hayden asked her and she nodded. “You need a minute?” She nodded again and he gave it to her, even took a step back and let her gather her strength.
The brunette watched her take a few deep breaths and moved her head side to side. “Okay, you got this.” He heard her mumble and a smile appeared on his lips. After a few seconds she turned around and looked at him. “Ready when you are.” She joked.
He got closer to her laughing. “Ready.” She nodded and he held the door for her to enter first, he walked after her.
Ewan was already there, the executives and the three writers too. The two long time friends hugged each other and caught up for a few minutes. “Have you already met our amazing, incredible, director?” The Scottish man asked.
“Yes, I had the pleasure.” Hayden said, looking around for her. She was standing by his side moments ago and now she wasn’t.
“She’s amazing, I had been working with her since the beginning and I promise you are going to be blown away by her.” Ewan was more excited by all that was happening than any of them. 
“I have not a single doubt.” His eyes found her in the mess of people and a smile appeared on his lips.
It was the last day of the reading table and truth be told, the script was garbage. It was the same thing as the series that were already being streamed. All those days, hours spent were futile, the ones he had to be seated at that table, not the ones he was seated on the sofa in her office. They all tried to bring something to the table for the script to work, but it was useless. Everyone knew it and someone had to rip the bandaid off. 
Four days of the same routine, Hayden would arrive every day a little earlier than the prior just to sit in her office and talk to her. Some days Charlie would have a tea already in the making for him and others he would carry a coffee with a chocolate muffin in hand for her, because she tended to not eat.
And his list of things he notice about her would keep getting longer. Her favourite colour was red, she had a sweet tooth, jasmines and yellow daffodils were her favourite flowers, she used normal glasses when her eyes got irritated after using lenses all the time; plus according to her they add dramatic effect when she was stressed, she was left handed, that she scrunched her nose, but her brows didn’t frowned, when she didn’t like something and that she truly, and naturally, was a smiley person. All the things he noticed weren’t personal stuff, she was pretty reserved and he could, totally, resemble her about that.
“Well.” The executive producer began. “Thoughts?” And they all looked at her.
As if she could feel all the gazes on her, she looked up. “Sincerely?” And they nodded. She looked around the room, Hayden could see her demeanour changed, as if she had built a wall inside her and was ready for anything. “It’s the same thing we saw billions of times.” She was straight forward. “If we keep this way, the critic is going to smash us.” She voiced what all of them were thinking.
“Excuse me?” One of the writers said.
She frowned. “We are making a series about an icon of the cinematography universe, whose story is tightly intertwined with one of the biggest villains of history, about a universe that changed lives and the way of seeing cinema and this script-” she picked it up “does not reflect that.” The nervous girl Hayden saw before was left at the door and seated with him was a decisive woman, with her work pants well put on and a clear idea in mind. "This script is too small for a production as big as this one, as awaited as this one."
“And what would you know about making a script for a production this big?” The writer looked at her up and down. “You are just a child, you are too small a director for a production like this.” All the people in the room were surprised at such harsh, disrespectful, words. “Little Miss Director.” He added with a derogatory tone.
Ewan and Hayden were ready to chim in, along with a few other people of the crew, but she beat them to it. “First of all, you are excused.” She raised her chin and sat straight. “Second, I formed myself, I studied and improved after every project I made, it didn't matter how little it was.” Long was gone the sweet tone she carried. “I'm worthy of being here, believe me, I am the best out there and I have the skills to direct this project.” She had a cold look on her eyes. “If this is your script, which I guess it is, by how offended you are getting at hearing my honest opinion, maybe it’s you who does not know about big productions.” 
The silence that fell upon the room was a sepulchral one, not even a fly flew around. She kept her gaze on the writer until he strom off the room, followed by a bang from the door. They all looked that way, but Hayden kept his eyes on her and caught the moment when she let go of a shaky breath and played with one of the many rings on her fingers. Their eyes connected and he frowned, asking a silent question, but she just gave him a small smile, reassuring him she was fine. 
After apologies from the executive producers and the writers on behalf of the rude partner, they all agreed with her that the script was awful and that she was right. Ideas came and went but nothing seemed to fit, and be worthy of, the concept they had in mind. “You worked as a writer too for the projects you were on, didn't you?" Ewan asked, looking at her. "Besides, directing them.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yes…” 
“They were very good, award worthy.” He added making her open her eyes big, Hayden frowned. But when she was going to answer, the Scottish talked again. “Why don’t you write something?”
She seemed caught off guard, Hayden watched how her lips parted a little and her eyes scanned the room, while Ewan had a kind smile on his lips. After all he was one of the producers and he had that kind of power at the table. “Yeah, we will meet in a couple of months and we will discuss it again.” The executive producer said.
She looked even more surprised, her brows a little more raised than before. “We can work with you, discuss ideas and build the story together.” One of the writers said while the other nodded eagerly. “We will help each other and it would be an honor for us.”
A smile appeared on her lips, but Hayden realised it was a nervous one; not like the ones he saw her make when she took a sip of her coffee, or when she talked about the video camera in her office. “Yeah, okay.” The confident woman who put the idiot writer in his place was gone and the same nervous girl who was left outside the room appeared again. “We can do that. There are a few ideas in here that we can use as base and build upon them.” She nodded looking at the script as if it was going grow a mouth and eat her alive
The meeting finished after a few minutes where they talked about schedules for the future, which was uncertain until the scripts were ready. When Hayden got up to talk to her she was already on her way to walk away from the room, like her life depended on it, and was left to talk with Ewan, not that he didn’t like catching up with his friend, but if he was honest, he was a little worried about her.
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January 2020, first vestiges of emotions.
The last time the pair saw each other they couldn't even have the chance to say goodbye because when Hayden went to her office to talk to her, Charlie told him she was already gone for the day and he was flying back to Canada in a few hours. He weighed the options of calling her, sending her a text, to ask if everything was fine but at the end he desisted, to not come up as dense. 
To his surprise she texted him a few weeks after their last encounter, a simple hello, sorry to bother you, and presenting herself, as if he didn’t know who she was. All that to talk about work, about the script she, and the other writers, were working on.
Finally it was time to see them, the team, in person. To see her in person. Their routine was picked up where they left it, him taking her a coffee and muffin and a hot tea waiting for him at her desk, and, of course, he arrived early. 
“Hello, Charlie.” Hayden said as soon as he passed the door from his office floor. 
“Hello Mr. Christensen.” The boy said, despite the multiple times he told him to call him by his name and not that formal title. “She will arrive shortly, you can come in.” Charlie said with a smile on his lips. “You already know the way.” 
Laughing a little, he walked towards her office. There were new drawings on the shelves, still no photos, the video camera was still in place and the smell of jasmine was still there. The sticky posts on the computer were there and despite all his mother's teachings that what he was going to do was impolite, he did it. Slowly he walked to the other side of her desk and readed them. 'Most Ardently’ was writing in one of them with a little heart and a clear handwriting, ‘Shine on, you crazy diamond. Love, the kids and I’  that one made him frown. She was married with kids? The kids would explain all the drawings, but she never mentioned anything about kids when he talked about his daughter, and the married thing was hard to guess with all the rings she had on her fingers. She never said anything about being taken, nor had any photos in her office with someone, and she was a very closed person, so he was not going to pray into her private life if she didn’t let anything on. 
And like months ago, when they first met, he heard her sweet voice in the hallway talking with Charlie and it went almost the same way it did the first time, him being cute wasn’t said that time. 
“Hi, Hayden.” She said as soon as she opened the door. When he looked at her he had to suppress a laugh that was about to escape his lips. “What?” She was frowning at him.
His eyes trailed her up and down. “You are under all that?” She was small, that much was a fact, but she looked so much smaller under the, almost, total black outfit she was wearing. A big ass long coat, loose high dress pants, a fitted t-shirt that covered her up to her neck and white converse, that looked like they were from his daughter from how small they seemed.
“Well yeah.” She took the sunglasses off her head and a few rebel hairs fell to her face making her blow them away. Her silver rings and silver necklace with her initial made a contrast with her clothes. “I’m cold.”
“I can see that.” He laughed, while walking to greet her. It came naturally to him to kiss her cheek followed by a little. “Hello.” The smell of jasmine invaded him and his voice sounded deeper for some reason. When he moved away, the brunette took notice of how her cheeks and nose were red from the cold. Was it from the cold though? “Are you that cold?”
“Huh?” She frowned, like she didn’t understand. “Ah, yeah.” She nodded, a nervous laugh escaped her lips. 
Charlie interrupted them carrying his tea while she hung her coat and got comfortable. The little interaction was forgotten by the time the boy walked out the office with a frown on his face, looking at his boss. “I brought you breakfast.” Hayden said pointing at the cup next to her keyboard.
She smiled kindly at him, but that smile changed when she took a sip of the hot-drink. It wasn’t a bad change, it was a good one. The way her lips curved give him flashbacks of the memory tattoo on his brain about the first time he met her in person. He wasn’t afraid of messing up her coffee order, he knew it was the right one because he had picked it up on the few times they had been together.
She seemed less nervous this time around, there weren’t stacks of papers on her desk like the last time, nor she wasn’t running around. She seemed grounded, confident even. He tried to get information out of her about the new scripts but it was impossible, she gave him vague answers with a polite smile on her face, which made him laugh. “You are getting better at this.” He took a sip of his tea, looking at her.
“I know.” She smiled smugly. “I've been taking notes on how not to spill everything about a new project.” The brunette noticed how proud she looked about that. “I wouldn’t want them to fire me for speaking too much.” Her tone was a playful one.
He laughed. “They would never.” His eyebrows were frowned and he shook his head. “Not after all the work you’ve done.” He reassured her.
Between sips of hot drinks Hayden told her about his farm in Canada, about Briar Rose and small things here and there about his life while she listened attentively to all his words. The morning sun entering  from the window behind her, seated at his side, added some kind of soft, cosy, effect to the office. Intimate. While they were laughing about something he said, a knock on the door behind him interrupted them. “Come in.” She called, still laughing.
“Hello there.” An accent Hayden recognized very well reached his ears and she started laughing again.
The brunette turned around and standing there was Ewan with a smile on his face. “Obi-Wan.” The pair said, making the Scottish laugh too.
“Good to see you two here.” They all hugged each other. “I was coming to pick our beloved director up but you beat me to it.” He joked looking at him.
Immediately she blushed. “We are having breakfast, would you like something?” She asked in her sweet tone.
“No, no. Nothing darling, thank you.” The trio stood in the middle of the office. “Are you ready?” Ewan asked and Hayden looked at her too.
She nodded. “Yeah, everything’s ready. The scripts are already arrange in the room where we are going to meet, the seats are designated.”
“You are well prepared then.” Ewan said surprised. “Yeah, you seemed more ready than last time when you were running around like crazy until the last minutes.” Hayden added. If his eyes weren’t on her, he would have seen the look on his dear friends eyes.
“Well, I've had everything ready for like a week or so.” She shrugged but the pair looked at her surprised. “What? I like having things in order.” She defended herself.
It was time for them to meet with the rest of the crew so they walked out the office, her first, and made their way there. The two men told her about the funny things they remember while they filmed the first two movies and the technology they had to do it. 
Hayden noticed that she seemed much more carefree this time around than the first time they did the table reading, she didn’t stop at the door to take a deep breath, nor to give herself a little pep talk. She just entered the room like she owned it, like she deserved to be there, which she did, and that made him smile.
Just as she said, the table already had the scripts on it, tags in front of the chairs, it was a completely different room than the one they were months ago. There were different people inside, who were supposed to be the cast, the writers, the executive producers and them. “Ready boys?” She asked with a smile on her lips making them looked at each other with their eyebrows raised and they laughed, but followed her nonetheless. 
They all sat around the big circular table, the writers at her sides, while he and Ewan, and the rest of the team, dispersed around the table. The crew was also there, seated surrounding them. The reading started but her sweet voice didn’t chim in at any moment, Hayden watched her make notes here and there on her script and whispered with the writers beside her.
They connected eyes more than a few times, she always caught him looking at her for some reason, only a couple of times it was the other way around, like they could feel their gaze on eachother. Her reaction was always the same, a sweet smile on her lips. Her hair was held by a pen, again, and at some point she put her glasses on. This time around she didn’t play much with her rings, but she did it with the silver delicate watch on her wrist. 
He looked around the table to watch the crew's reaction and they all had mixed emotions, but they were the exact opposite from what that rubbish script generated. By the time the reading ended, everyone was silent with unreadable looks on their faces. But she was in her own world, still making notes. Almost three minutes passed when someone decided to speak. “Well,” Ewan broke the silence, from his tone he could guess, because he had his blue eyes fixed on her, that he was smiling. “Little Miss Director did it again.” She raised her head looking at him.
She looked around the table confused, suspiciously. “Meaning?” Her tone was so unsure, he found it cute.
“It’s brilliant, this is excellent.” One of the producers said.
Everyone chimed in to praise the script, the cast; the crew; every single person in the room. Hayden watched at how her face broke into a beautiful big grin, eyes shining and cheeks blushed. Her eyes connected with his and he grinned too, that was the effect of her smile. 
The session was over and everybody stood up to leave and this time she didn’t run away, she stood chatting with whoever approached her. “Didn't I tell you she was brilliant?” Ewan said, clapping his shoulder.
“Yeah you did.” He nodded and his friend looked pleased. “It’s one of the best scripts I have ever read, well written; well articulated; balanced. It's amazing.” Hayden was speechless at how creative she was, at how amazing she was.
Ewan nodded proudly. “I knew from the moment I watched one of her films that she was perfect for the series, that’s why I recommended her for the position.” He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Plus, her resume is impeccable. She's something else.” The brunette nodded with his eyes fixed on her. “Totally worthy of being showrunner.” Hayden looked at him surprised. “She didn’t tell you?”
He shook his head. “She doesn't talk much when we are together, I do most of it, plus she’s very private.”
“Yeah she is, it took me a while for her to trust me but she would eventually open up.” His friend tried to reassure him. “If she trusts you.” He added, clapping his back laughing. 
Hayden shook his head. “Thanks man.” Ewan laughed harder.
“She reminds me of you a little bit when we first met.” The scottish said and he looked at him frowning. “Incredibly passionate young soul, keen and very creative." 
Hayden smiled at the kind words of his dear friend and found it more special that he found such touching words related to her. He was about to respond when she walked towards them.
"Good job, Little Miss Director." Ewan joked when he saw her.
She laughed tilting her head back but did a little bow, Hayden smiled. "Thank you, Ewan." He bowed his head. "Truly for your trust and help in this process."
He smiled. "It was my pleasure darling." And they hugged.
When they parted, she looked at Hayden with a big smile too. He felt shy under her gaze, but enjoyed it too. "Thank you too, Hayden." He shook his head. "For being patient with me and all my questions, helping me and your encouraging words."
Sweetly, as her voice, she hugged him. Engulfed him with her arms around his neck, she was on her tiptoes and he had to bend down a little to put his arms around her back, not her waist because he was respectful. The jasmine scent, her scent, reached his nose making him dizzy. His mouth was so close to her neck, to her pulse point, that if he moved his head a little to the right he would graced it with his lips and he felt her hot breath in his pulse point, making him weak on the knees.
The hug ended far too quickly for his liking. What? When they pulled apart he had to clear his throat and blinked a couple of times. Fucks sake, Hayden, get a hold of yourself. You are 38 and she’s 11 years younger than you, think straight.
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February 2020, special day.
It had been a couple of months since he last saw her, which he was thankful about because the hug she gave him was too much for him. Too much for his brain. Too much for his heart. Too fucking much.
He thought that maybe the peace of his farm would give him the clarity he needed but it didn't happen. Not a single clear thought about whatever he was feeling came his way. About work? Yes. About what he was going to eat for dinner? Lots. About feelings, which were a mess? Not a single one.
Ewan and him were talking on the phone about life, making a habit of staying in contact and not like the last decade and couple of years. They were talking about projects and life, while all Hayden’s brain was screaming was Ask him about her. ASK HIM! but he tried to not let that part of him win. 
Obviously was futile because he ended up talking about work, which of course ended up on her name being said. “You know anything about her?” He shut his eyes and frowned, with his free hand he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, I talked on the phone with her a couple of days ago. Something about the script.” His friend said and he nodded.
“How was she?” The words blurted out his mouth before he had the time to process them. He was seconds away from smashing his head through the wall if that made him stop thinking about her. Teenage behaviour, right there Hayden. The laughter on the other side of the phone made him shake his head, regretting asking. 
“Fascinated by our Little Miss Director I see.” Ewan teased and he had to hummed, because if he opened his mouth the teasing would meet no end. “I get it, she’s pretty awesome.”
“Yes she is.” Well, fuck it, he would embarresed himself for shits and giggles.
The days after his chat with Ewan, where he mentioned her resume, he could have Googled her, to know what his friend meant, but he decided against it. The opportunity, the privilege, of hearing about her life from her own mouth would be more rewarding, more special, than hearing it about some gossip page.
Ewan laughed again. “It’s her birthday in a couple of days.” His ears perked when his friend told him the exact date when it was. “Did you know it?” 
“No, no. I didn’t know it.” Mentally the date was already marked. 
The Scottish laughed again. “Well now you know, thank me later.” The brunette thanked God that the teasing stopped because otherwise he was going to mentally kick himself. They kept talking for twenty minutes and the conversation ended with “Send her something pretty!” from Ewan’s part before he hung up.
The date of her birthday came and Hayden kept looking at the phone on his counter, Briar Rose having breakfast next to him. “Are you okay daddy?” She asked in her sweet voice.
“Yes, sweetie.” He caressed her face. “Just thinking.”
“ ‘bout?” Her big blue eyes looked at him.
He deliberated on telling her about his doubts or brushing them off. “It’s one of my friend’s-” Friend? Was she a friend? Or a colleague maybe? What was she? “birthday and I don’t know what to get her.” Maybe she would help him decide what to give her.
“What she likes?” She asked, taking a sip from her princess cup.
He racked his brain trying to think about something she told him she likes, but a single thing came up. “Flowers.” Unconsciously he could scent jasmine, even though there wasn't a single one of them in his house. "Jasmine."
“They’re nice and pretty.” That was answer enough for him.
Smiling, he leant and kissed the crown of her head. “You are right, sweetie.” She smiled. “Thank you.”
Giving her a last look, he took his phone and walked to the living room. First tone. You got this. Second tone. Nothing to stress about. Third tone. They're just flowers. Fourth tone and they answered. Too late to back down.
Twenty minutes he was on the phone with the flower shop, twenty minutes where he felt like a teenage boy with a massive crush, a little pathetic if he was honest with himself, and then he went on with his day like normal.
He and Briar were making lunch when his phone rang, whipping his hands on a towel he grabbed his phone and as fast as he picked up he almost let it fall. Her name appeared on his screen, she was calling. She was calling him.
After coming out of his astonishment, he answered it before she hung up. "Hello."
"Hayden, hi." Her sweet voice reached his ear. "How are you? I hope I'm not interrupting your day." He could hear her walking around her office.
He chuckled. "I'm fine, how are you?" He turned the burner down. "And you are not interrupting, we were making lunch." 
"We?" She cleared her throat. "Sorry. What were you making?" 
"Briar Rose wanted pasta for lunch, so I'm obliging." The little girl walked past him and he caressed her head.
"Nice, it goes great with the cold." The picture of her with her nose and cheeks red popped up on his brain. "I will not take much of your time with her." He shook his head as if she could see him. "I called you to thank you for the beautiful bouquet, I love it." 
He smiled, big and brightly. "I'm glad you liked it." Was she smiling too?
"The note is very beautiful too. My favourite part may I say." The teenage boy with a crush feeling was worthy then.
"I'm pleased to hear, Little Miss Director." He joked, hoping to hear her laugh and he did. 
"How did you know?" She asked curiously.
"A little chatty bird called Ewan maybe, possibly, most certainly, slipped that your birthday was coming up while we talked a few weeks ago.” Hayden knew that wasn't the entire truth, not even close, but just this time he was going to throw his friend under the bus for sure.
She laughed, and possibly she was shaking her head. "Who else if not him?" He laughed too and the background noise became louder. "I'm sorry to cut his short, Hayden, but I got to go." Her kind tone reached his ears.
"No no, please. Duty calls."  He thought that she would send him a quick message so hearing her voice was a surprise, although it was for a couple of minutes.
"Bye, I hope your lunch is good. See you later, Starboy." And before he could answer, she hung up.
As if his life was taken from a cheesy rom-com, like the ones he acted in, Hayden stood in the middle of his kitchen looking at his phone as her name disappeared from the screen, but not the feelings from the centre of his chest.
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April 2020, Unexpected delight.
His birthday was a special day for him, surrounded by the ones he loved the most. Spending the whole day with his daughter, eating with his family and having a fun time with a few friends. As the private person he was, he couldn't ask for more.
Soon he would have to start training for Anakin's role, so he was enjoying the time off. Briar Rose surprised him with breakfast in bed, helped by his mother, who came around to greet him and helped her beloved granddaughter. 
They were seated in the living room talking about small things and his plans for the day, when the doorbell of his front gate rang. “Did you invite someone?” He asked his mother while walking towards the phone he had by the door, but she shook her head. “Yes?”
“Is Mr. Christensen at home?” A male voice said.
He looked at the little screen there and it was a grown man dressed in a FedEx uniform. “Yes, he is.”
“We have a package for him, we need his signature to confirm that he received it.” The man showed the papers in hand and at the box below his arm.
“Okay, I’m coming.” Grabbing his jacket and keys, “It’s a package, I’ll be right back.” he said over his shoulder.
The walk towards the front gate was chilly, he had his hands in his pockets and nose buried in the neck of his jacked. When he saw the guy on the door, the package he had in his arms was a normal size. “Hello.”
“Hello.” They nodded at each other. “You know what it is?” The brunette asked.
The guy shrugged. “No idea, man. It just says fragile and it’s from the US.” Hayden opened the gate and the guy passed him the pen and paper for him to sign. 
He did it, but frowning. It couldn’t be the script, because she would have told him, or Ewan. His friends would have told him if they would be sending him a present, so that wasn’t an option. He tried to think what could possibly it be but nothing came to mind. He handed the pen and paper back and the guy gave him the box. “There you go, have a nice day.”
His blue eyes were fixed on the box. “Yeah you too, man.” As quickly as he could he made his way back to the house.
Shaking the box to see what was inside wasn’t an option because it said fragile and whatever it was it could break. His curiosity was getting the best of him when he entered his house. Briar and his mom were still seated on the couch talking but raised their heads to look at him. “What is it, dear?” His mom asked but he shrugged. “From who is it?” He shrugged again. “You know something?” She asked, teasing.
He rolled his eyes. “It’s from the US and it’s fragile.” Her mom frowned. But he walked towards the kitchen and put the box on the counter while he looked for scissors. 
“Can I see it, daddy?” Briar Rose asked from the couch. 
He opened the top drawer. “As soon as I open it, I’m going to show it to you sweetie.” His voice raised for her to hear him.
The box had a simple black box inside and nothing on it, he frowned again but kept opening. When he lifted the lid the inside was colourful and smelled amazing. It smelled like jasmine and he smiled. Large pieces of papers, of all colours, surrounded a black cup and a couple of tea bags next to it. He picked the box and walked towards the living room. “Look, sweetie.”
The little girl opened her eyes big and made space, even though there was plenty, next to her for him to sit. “What is it?”
“A gift.” He said putting the box on the mini table there. The little girl picked a few of the papers there and started playing with them.
His mother looked at it and smiled. “It’s nice. Who sent it?”
Hayden knew who sent it by the mere smell that came from it, the tea was another clue for all the times they had breakfast together. “A friend.” Two simple words that had nothing simple, describe nothing simple and meant nothing simple to his feelings. His big hand engulfed the cup and lifted up, a laugh came out of him when he saw what’s engraved on the side.
Briar Rose and his mom looked at it and the little girl found it hilarious, even though she didn’t quite understand the reference, while her mom laughed a little too. “Storm Pooper.” The girl said between giggles and Hayden laughed at hearing her giggling. 
His mother passed him a white paper folded in half. “There’s a note.” 
Quickly he exchanged the cup for the paper with her and stood up. His name was written in a clean neat handwriting and inside were a few simple words. 
Happy Birthday Starboy, enjoy your day surrounded with the people that are glad and cherish your presence in this world.
Love, Little Miss Director.
“Someone special?” His mom’s voice brought him back to the real world. He looked at her frowning for a couple of seconds before his eyes fell back to her words. “You are smiling quite big right now.”
Why deny the obvious? “I have to make a phone call, can you keep an eye on Bri?” But he didn’t wait for an answer and walked to the kitchen with his phone.
Last time they talked on the phone was on march for something related to the script, a few questions she had about when he filmed the movies and Ewan was also on the call because the question was directed at him too, so it wasn’t like they talked to each other and it was completely professional. First ring. Keep it simple. Second tone. Casual, relax. Third ring. You are just colleagues, nothing more. Fourth ring. Nothing more because she’s 11 years younger than me. Fifth t- “Hi.” Her sweet voice reached him, a little out of breath as if she was running.
“Hello.” And again, for some reason, his voice went deeper. More than what already was.
Music could be heard in the background. “Did you receive it?” She sounded excited. “Please tell me it arrived whole, please.”
He laughed. “Yes it did.” She exhaled. “Thank you very much.” He smiled and hoped that she was smiling too. “You didn’t have too.”
“Nonsense.” He could imagine her shaking her head. “Did you like it?” She sounded unsure and he tilted his head to the side. “Because if you don’t it’s okay.” She didn’t let him answer. “I have the sense of humour of a twelve year old and I will not apologise for it, but I will understand if you found it hideous.” She used, what he remembered was, her mocking tone and took him back to one of the times he was in her office and they were just chilling. 
“I love it.” He said truthfully and heard her make some victorious sound that made him laugh, which made her laugh. “Briar Rose found it hilarious too.” 
“She did?” She sounded excited again. “Oh that’s amazing.” He nodded. “When we saw it, I thought that it was hilarious and had to buy it for your birthday.”
He was touched at the sentiment and the gesture. She saw something and thought about me. But the plural pronoun made him frown, it didn’t sit right with him. “We?”
“Yeah, my niece, nephew and me.” She was sharing something private about her. She trusts me. “They are a little older than Briar Rose.”
“Oh.” So the drawings must be from them. But was she married? “Well, you have great taste and as soon as I use it, I will let you know.”
She laughed. “Thank you and I hope you like the tea too.”
“So, what’s up with the nickname?” Since she started calling him like that after her birthday the question has been on his mind.
She laughed. “It seems only fair since I’m Little Miss Director that you are Starboy.” and said in an obvious tone. “Does it bother you? Cause if it does I will stop calling you that.” She was quick to say.
But he shook his head. “Not at all, I’m okay with it.” He heard her hum and, a little afraid, of the conversation finishing there he scratched the back of his head thinking about what he could say to keep her on the phone. “I called in at a bad time?” Hayden wanted to keep talking to her, keep hearing her voice.
“No no, I was cleaning my house, that’s why I was late to answer.” He nodded even though she couldn't see him. 
“On Sunday?” She would notice that you don’t want to hang up, Hayden.
“It’s my only free day.” She laughed. “What about you? Big plans for today?”
They talked for a little while longer, about noncenses, but Briar started calling for him and he didn’t want to take too much of her time, bullshit, so the call was cut short. But the smile he carried for the day was notorious to his mum, to his daughter, to his friends, to everyone that saw him that day, and all because of a phone call with his director.
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palfriendpatine66 · 8 months
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WIP Wednesday: Pining for Life edition
As you may have gathered from my poll my thoughts have been turning back to the PiP family lately. Not that I ever truly stopped thinking up ideas for them, but I've had some serious writer's block after writing the last chapter of the series and it's been a major struggle for me to get back to it. I'm going to make an effort to do some updates for them soon. my current plans include -Water park vacation -Family Day -missing Padme -Helicopter Dad(s) - Obi-Wan's turn this time - some hurt/comfort about Obi-Wan aging
Have any other ideas you'd love to see? let me know. Continue reading for a snippet from the water park vacation
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Anakin strides out of the bathroom dressed in the tightest pair of shorts Obi-Wan has ever seen, apart from the yoga shorts incident. But the twins are changing into their bathing suits just around the corner - they’re all preparing to leave their hotel room momentarily for a day at the water park - so that can’t be what is happening right now. He’s just not sure what is. 
“What?” Anakin asks innocently as he counts up towels and packs them into a bag. 
Obi-Wan narrows his eyes in suspicion. “You’re going like that?”
“Mmhm,” Anakin doesn’t give the question his full attention. “Have you seen my water shoes anywhere? I’ve only got yours in here.” 
Obi-Wan spots the shoes and retrieves them from where they’ve migrated - one under the radiator and one on top of the microwave for some reason that he doesn’t bother to question - and hands them over. “Those shorts,” he clarifies. “That’s what you’re wearing today?” 
“Yes.” Anakin looks down at his tight bike shorts with enough concern that Obi-Wan believes it isn’t an act. “Why?” 
“Because,” Obi-Wan sighs in consternation as Luke emerges in Leia’s swim trunks, his own worn on his head. Obi-Wan takes them off and tosses them back into the kids’ room, pointing wordlessly at Luke, who sticks out his tongue as he retreats. “That hardly seems like an outfit appropriate for a family water park.” 
Anakin stares at him blankly. “You want me to put a shirt on?” 
“No!” Obi-Wan exclaims. “Actually, maybe, yes.” He pinches the bridge of his nose in a bid for patience. “I was talking about your shorts. Why are you advertising your assets on a family outing? Do you really need to -” 
“I’m going to stop you right there before you say something we both regret,” Anakin straightens up and slings the bag he’s packed over his shirtless back. Obi-Wan’s eyes follow his fingers as they run down the straps and he thinks that insisting on that shirt might be a good idea after all. “I’m not advertising my assets, you prude. I am making sure I don’t show the entire wave pool my ass-ets.” He smirks. “Or other things best kept behind closed doors.” 
“You are leaving very little up to the imagination,” Obi-Wan eyes the swell of his ass appreciatively. 
“Uh huh. Maybe you’re the one that needs to focus on keeping it family friendly,” Anakin saunters over and loops his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck.
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numbuh-7-knd · 9 months
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I had a dream the other day about Luke and Leia realizing that they are functionally identical save for their hair and (possibly) eye color and just fucking with people by swapping places constantly. The time period was really fuzzy and may-or-may-not have taken place before the original trilogy in some kind of au where the both of them are rebels as teenagers and none of their rebel friends know that Luke and Leia are related, never mind twins. It was basically the two of them giggling while dressing up in each other's clothes to mess with the other rebels. At one point Leia put on a short blonde wig and Luke's clothes and the both of them showed up to a meeting to see if anyone noticed... eventually someone did and basically asked Luke "who's that?" and Luke answered "my twin" so now the rebels think Luke has a twin brother and may even think said twin has been on base for awhile... were there 2 Luke's all along?
All whist the setting was incredibly... blurry? at one point I think Leia may have implied that Naboo was destroyed instead of Alderaan. but the organa's were still dead or not in the picture. Luke and Leia were at least heavily implied to still be teenagers, and at one point made a refence to being raised by Obi-Wan? At one point there was actually a cut to Luke and Leia with obi-wan and an apparently reformed Anakin? like, he was just kind of there, not Darth Vader, and chilling while obi-wan raises his children??? to be fair though, Luke and Leia also referenced remembering the clone wars, so either Ani had an oopsie baby² as a teen, or something sent Luke and Leia to the past during/before the clone wars and Obi-Wan got saddled with raising 3 Skywalkers instead of 1.
This also all inspired some thoughts about a Star Wars Parent Trap AU where both the Organa's and the Lars's choose the same space summer camp to send the twins to. Somehow they realize that they're twins and pull the usual twin swap, only with an added layer that one of them has espionage training and they aren't just doing this to learn about the other half of their family, they're investigating their adoptive parents/families, and at this point questioning everything including "Anakin Skywalker" being Luke's dad, since it seems weird that Luke's Aunt and Uncle would claim that his dad was a pilot on a spice freighter, and yet Anakin Skywalker was the name of a well known War Hero general and Jedi, who presumably died in order 66 along with the other Jedi. So was the twin's father the war hero, a spice freighter pilot with the same name, or someone else entirely?
Then I started giggling and thought of something that would make this whole situation even more chaotic: Ezra Bridger. On top of both twins being sent to the same space summer camp, the lothal rebels send Ezra undercover at the camp. He runs into Luke and Leia and they come to the (Wrong???) conclusion that they are actually triplets, based on Ezra's age, sharing a birthday with the twins, and Ezra's offhanded remark about being adopted (referring to Kanan and Hera, but the twins don't know that)
There's also potential for all 3 to realize that they are force sensitive, and correctly assume there is some significance to that, but still manage to get things very wrong, such as coming to the conclusion that they are actually older than they think they are and were actually already alive and in the crèche at the jedi temple before order 66 as babies and were smuggled out and eventually split up.
This actually gave me more sad idea: what if they were slightly right about being alive pre-order 66 and in the crèche, but not as babies? 3 of the younglings killed by Anakin and the clones were then reborn hours later, 2 as Anakin's own children, the other as Ezra, assuming Ezra's not a Skywalker triplet lol.
sorry for the rambling lol, I wanted to share both the gist of the dream I had and the ideas it inspired. Feel free to add on to any of these ideas.
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madamekenobi · 4 months
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Imagine Obi-Wan teaches you how to relax fter a difficult day 😏. (+21).
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Ever since Master H/N came to an unfortunate accident, close to the proceedings that would make you a Master Jedi at long last, you’ve been under Master Kenobi’s cares.
He’s been very hard on you, truthfully. But you know it’s for your best; in fact, unlike Anakin Skywalker, you deal with it a lot better.
However, much to your own dismay, you’ve grown to notice Obi-Wan Kenobi as man. His red locks are charming, a good match to his ocean blue eyes. When he smiles, it’s as if you are closer to the sun.
But when he’s practicing with you, his toned muscles come to evidence. And boy, to notice his physique… It does take a lot of focus not to let you this distract you. And because he is such an excellent master, you start to verse yourself in the studies of mind.
After all, you wouldn’t like he discovered that since you’ve heard your best friend talking about the things she did with her secretive lover, you’ve also wondered how would be like…
…if he touched you; or what would be like if his lips moved from your jawline down to your neck, his beard brushing against your skin.
The mere idea makes you wet, giving you a discomfort since your nipples hardened at it.
Fuck.
Well, unbeknownst to you, Master Kenobi has been tantalized at the idea of seeing you like a woman. It was the first day of summer when he saw you coming to the practice wearing a white top and brown pants.
He noticed the swell of your full breasts, and the shape of your hips. His mind went dirty: he began to wonder what would be like to take you with his famine lips—would you sing his name? Would you cry loud? He wondered…
Despite the temptation, he swallowed hard and admonished himself for the thought—but two hours later, he had to release himself. Right at the shower, he thought of you, naked, and Obi-Wan, seen by many as a man of self control, mastered the Force against himself… jerking as he pictured you, getting all of him.
Perhaps this is why he’s getting harder on you—with no pun intended.
But for how much longer would this tension remain? Obi-Wan could tell something’s amiss. Perhaps…
Clearing his throat, he decides to sweep away his needs. The next day, though, he decides to do something about it.
“Jedi Y/LN”, he greets you, and seeing a slightly shade of red painting your cheeks pleases him so. So I’m not alone in my affections… “Do you have a second?”
“Of course”, you respond, rather surprised by his request. “Have I done anything wrong, Master Kenobi?”
“No, my dear, not at all”, he leads you all the way to a secretive garden. “Just thought we could meditate together. Looks like we both need it.”
You smile at him. Today you are dressing a pink top and white pants, leaving the Jedi robes behind—it’s not a day for physical practicing anyways. But your eyes notice how the white robes Obi-Wan dresses reinforce his muscles.
And he captures your thought, but keeps it to himself. May the Maker give me strength…
It is meant to be an innocent activity, of course.
“Take a seat under the cork tree, dear”, says Obi-Wan. “I’m right here.”
You nod, obediently. As you do so, in your meditating position, you close your eyes.
“Take a deep breath”, Obi-Wan instructs you, gently. His eyes are glued in yours, in how heavy your chest is, going up and down… “Let’s focus in the basics, shall we?”
You close your eyes, prepared for the task—not an unusual request, but the moment you do so, all that comes to your mind is…him. You try to apply every tactic against it, but the more you do so, the more anxious you are.
“I’m sorry, Master. I can’t do this”, you blush furiously and would gladly leave like a teenager girl had he not prevented you from doing so.
“What’s the matter, Y/N? Come here. No obstacle should easily overpower you”, he mutters softly, gently holding your hand.
You hesitate, avoiding the intent gaze he casts you.
“It’s better not…”
“Never took for you a quitter, my dear”, the tease in his voice messes with your pride, so unwillingly you eventually cede and sit back to your former position.
“I’ve been there in your shoes”, Obi-Wan speaks calmly, sitting right next to you. His eyes linger in the delicacy of your features.
You blush deeper when noticing how close he is.
“H-How so, Master?”
“No need to call me Master when we are away from prying eyes, Y/N”, his eyes notice the effect he has on you. It arouses him just to notice how your top barely covers the hardened nipples. “May I help you relax?”
He takes a seat right behind you.
“You are very tense, Y/N. This harms you, mentally and physically.”
You know he waits for your consent. You bite your bottom lip. Could it be?
Placing your head aside, you straight your posture.
“And how… how can I relax when my trials are so close?”
The moment he places his hands over your shoulders and start to massage, is the moment you get wet between your legs.
Shit.
Obi-Wan can tell by the Force he affects you, but he has no rush.
“Empty your thoughts, dear one. Think of nothing…or no one.”
You freeze.
“M-Master…”, you’d about to protest, but it’s when he comes too close to you.
“Don’t apologize, Y/N. Trust me, will you?”
“Y-Yes, but I’m scared if I do…”
His hands gently go to the back of your neck to your shoulders, to your arms, before gently going to your chest. You shiver.
“Fear leads to anger…”
“…and anger leads to suffering”, you whisper back, still tensed.
“Why should you let yourself suffer thus”, he whispers back to your ear, his fingers delicately slowing down to your chest. “All you should have done was communicating, my love.”
You whimper softly, trying to find balance in something, but all you can do is put your hands over his thighs. He gently kisses your neck.
“Tell me, isn’t this what you wanted?”, he feels himself going hard when sensing your hard nipples.
“I am inexperienced…”, you moan, unconsciously spreading your legs. “I…”
“Shhh, let me tend you better then, darling”, says he.
Obi-Wan gently holds your waist, caressing you gently all the whilst his right hand moves down to your core, slipping inside your pants.
“Let me show how all of this can be resolved”, he groans against your ear.
“Master…”
Every protest dies when his finger finds way to your feminine core. And feeling how wet you are, makes him whimper too.
“By the Maker!”, you exclaim.
Struggling not to dominate you right there, right now, Obi-Wan holds you tight from behind as he stimulates you, doing circle moves with his thumb all the whilst he inserts another finger.
“Yes? Is it good?”
You cast him a lustful gaze, no more hiding the indecent thoughts you struggled all these months to keep. Obi-Wan smirks at you when reading them.
“Tell me, dove”, with his free hand he holds your chin, making you look at him as he pumps his fingers inside you.
“Yes, Obi-Wan!”, you are shaking. “Y-Yes! So damn good!”
“Look at me, princess. You look so beautiful undone…” Obi-Wan smiles and you believe to be in paradise.
And it’s right in there moment that he placates you with a slow, passionate kiss, thus muffling your potential screams.
Not that he’d mind if you did. This is better than his own thought, but this is just the beginning…
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cimeret · 1 year
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Some more thoughts on Tales of the Jedi. Only episode 4, because it got long.
The Sith Lord
There was so much going on in this episode that it was almost overwhelming. I feel like it would have been better to split it into two episodes, but then again, all previous Dooku episodes would have benefited from being longer. Also, the timeline keeps confusing me. At first I thought the episode retcons Dooku leaving the Order ten years before TPM and sticks to the Legends continuity where Qui-Gon’s death in TPM is what gives him the final push to leave. Because this episode seems to give the impression that Dooku is still part of the Order. He could just be visiting as an ex-Jedi, of course. We know that after he resigned, the Jedi still spoke highly of him and treated him with respect, even Mace (especially Mace, ironically) and he was allowed to keep his lightsaber and visit the Temple. But here he is still wearing his Jedi robes, as in the previous episodes. If he had already taken up his title as Count of Serenno, wouldn’t he dress differently? Then again, he wore the Serennian cloak/cape before, so maybe I’m thinking way too much about fashion choices again. I’m assuming he left the Order early, because nothing in this episode really contradicts it.
The way humans age in this universe is just as confusing to me. Jocasta looks the same as in AOTC, meanwhile I’d really like to know what kind of vegetables Dooku eats to still look this good at 70.
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(Their height difference is adorable!)
I loved that we got another brief encounter between Qui-Gon and Dooku. You can see how proud Dooku is of him and that he cares for him, especially since Dooku normally isn’t the most emotionally expressive person. That he doesn’t know what his former padawan has been up to also hints to that he is only here for a visit (though Qui-Gon doesn’t seem all that surprised to see him at the Temple). Judging by his thoughtful look after Qui-Gon left, he might feel a little concern and guilt toward him because Dooku is obviously aware of the Sith Lord and even conspiring with him. (He may even be toying with the idea of telling/recruiting Qui-Gon, since he is already considering him as an ally.) The brief scene really ties into TPM nicely and foreshadows the conversation between Dooku and Obi-Wan in AOTC, where it’s now becoming easier and easier to imagine that Dooku’s words were at least partially sincere. But damn, there go my wild dreams of Filoni somehow finding some creative, nonsensical way of soft-retconning that line in AOTC about Obi-Wan and Dooku never having met before.
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What struck me most about this episode was Yaddle. Going into the show, I didn’t expect her to become one of my favorite characters. She is just so gentle and warm in the Temple scenes, trying to comfort Dooku and asking him if he’s alright. And later, she refuses to give up on him even after she overheard all the terrible things he has done ... she tries to reach out to him with kindness and compassion and it broke my heart because Dooku is so stupid and doesn’t deserve her. Interesting how the dynamic of this confrontation is completely different from how Padmé or Obi-Wan tried to talk some sense into Anakin. And that makes it even more tragic, because Dooku is given a pretty easy way to turn his back on Sidious and the dark side. Yaddle even encourages him that she’s listening to him, that she sees his point about the Council, and she implies that she resigned because she shares some of his views. And the way the episodes set up this whole encounter, with all the wistful and conflicted facial expressions we see from Dooku, and him confronting Sidious about Qui-Gon’s death... I feel like there was a real chance for him to save him(self) here, if only he had been able to face his fear and guilt. Because he’s still at a point where he knows deep down that what he’s doing is not the right way. He is complicit in the deaths of his best friend Sifo-Dyas and his former padawan, and he has not yet fully woven this web of delusion and self-deception that he will later use to justify his actions. There’s some really great ambiguous dialogue in this episode when Dooku tells Yaddle he has no choice (but to let Qui-Gon go) and that he is afraid (that it is too late). I cannot praise Corey Burton and Bryce Dallas Howard enough for their talent to bring these characters to life and convey so much emotion with only a few lines. I love that Yaddle is a compelling character in her own right. You don’t get the feeling that she’s just on screen as a tool to tell Dooku’s story, a feeling I had with Mace in the episode before. I would have liked to see more of her and also her relationship with Dooku when he was still in the Order. (Same still goes for Yoda—what is it with Dooku and little green trolls?)  
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And of course, the way this episode was staged was absolutely breathtaking. The Temple and especially the courtyard with the tree looked downright enchanted. The music made it even more eerie. The way light and shadow were used as symbols was perhaps a bit blatant in places, but who cares, I'm here for it! And the fight scene choreography was great as well. I don’t think I’ve ever hated Sidious more. Having him lurking in the background the whole time like a puppeteer in love with his own show was a great touch.
Now for the part I’m less happy with … I don’t really like to complain since we finally got to see Dooku as a somewhat layered character you can actually sympathize with and seeing him care and grieve for Qui-Gon was all I ever needed as a fan. So that emotional, interpersonal part of his arc was done nicely, in my opinion. But at the same time, how Dooku’s ideals and political beliefs play into him leaving the Order and joining the Sith fell a bit under the radar in this episode. He criticizes the Council, but you never really see him interacting with the Council. His conversation with Sidious in this episode remains vague and limited to buzzwords like freedom, order, and peace, but I feel that we were missing too many intermediate steps to explain how Dooku goes from being a Jedi, with questionable methods but ultimately righteous, to becoming a Darksider who wants to destroy the Republic and the Jedi. I have always wondered to what extent he knew about and endorsed Sidious’ plans at various points in his life, and to what extent he was merely an opportunist seeking to advance his own goals. The scene where he confronts Sidious reminds me again how great it could have been if Dooku had a little more agency later in the Clone Wars as well. On the other hand, the tragedy of his character is that he gradually sacrificed everything that defines him to the dark side: all his relationships, his humanity, his ideals, his morals. Maybe they could have shown a little more the intellectual beginnings of the Separatist movement and Dooku’s initial meetings with Palpatine, where Palpatine’s ideas all still seem so harmless and enticing. Dooku’s (initially more academic) fascination with the Dark Side could have been included here as well.
I guess I’m just saying that I enjoyed the Dooku episodes and would like more of them. From what I’ve seen so far, TOTJ has been well received, so perhaps there is hope.
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Padme wondered if extreme love made people feel things all the more deeply regardless of the want to be a victim of said emotion. She was normally able to breathe and pull herself out of the anger that now posed like a cat ready to pounce with in her though it didn’t help that the twins were tearing through the lower half of her body. Honestly, the former senator was sort of proud of herself for the level of drama she had held back in giving birth with no doctor save a protocol droid and the most near crashing cruiser she had ever been on. her husband had murdered children and he dared to talk about Obi-wan as if he were some monster. He still loved her that was for sure. There was a testament in those sapphire eyes imploring her further. Sure, the master may have held Anakin back from the power he deserved though maybe he saw something that he didn’t as a jedi turned sith. She had been incredibly patient with him though she would not allow herself to be pushed around by the yellow eyed monster that lurked in the calm pools of her husband. maybe she would prefer pinching him at the moment might release some of her tension and wake him up to how the world was. This argument was one they had many times before. He didn’t see why she idolized Obi-wan and thought him to be right most of the time as if he hadn’t been in those shoes before. It was one of the truths that kept her world turning normally. he was a different sort of safety to the girl than the romantic passionate depths with which her Ani went too. Ahsoka was not considered a jedi which maybe spoke to Anakin’s feelings being different towards her. Would he allow Palpatine to murder his padawan? To murder the other jedi. The flicker of his anger and the yellow of his eyes made her flinch before she could stop herself. It wasn’t that she feared him even in this vulnerable state half dressed and giving birth on this damn spaceship. Still, he had never yelled at her before. Never seethed like this as if she were courting some enemy. It was the sith in him. And it made a silent vow deep in herself to do whatever was necessary to break this evil bond and bring him home to him. Their found family would be back together. Her twins would know their extended family even if she had to lock the brothers in the air lock until they got along. that would be day dream material when things got worse or exhaustion tinged the new parents. what would he do seeing the light side of their children? When they asked about a past that she would not lie about unless it would make it unsafe for their hiding? “You asked me, Anakin Skywalker, what could help me to start the pools of forgiveness. Don’t get angry when I try to help you. I am no pawn and you would do well to know that I will not come to heel when your anger makes itself known. We are partners wether you like that or not. Obi-wan wanted whats best for you. He still does. He would have fought for us to stay married. I hope one day the lies you have been fed will be made like dust in heavy wind. I am always on your side. i am your wife, but that does not mean our morals align. That is if you want to kiss me again any time soon. You will treat me as your partner and at least listen. That you can no doubt promise me.” Her brown eyes broached no contest though they held some of the brokenness she felt at the idea. A painful scream cut the air that she couldn’t hold back in the slightest. “It’s not exactly a picnic. Think of a child tearing through your abdominal muscles, but anything is worth it to have our babies here with us. I would easily die for them and I haven’t met them yet.  I am not exactly planning on making you a single father. But I love you and I want you to know it. to be happy if your dreams are right.Ani- I don’t want you to not protect yourself. I am just not certain my heart can take you being the one to run him through. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I saw it was true that you had murdered innocents like us. Like that chubby cheeked little boy who stole my heart who made my top goal in the senate to free slaves like him. You never do what your told. What if he told you to kill me? To kill our children? I wanted to make sure if if- if you were willing to kill ob- your brother after all. Others would see the light that’s still in you. Just you wait. the people we see in hiding will only see the fearsome father who I love.- I hope I live up to the certainty that you have. They deserve so much more than I can ever give them. Our children. A part of you and me. I don’t think anything would make me happier even when they keep us up for most of the might. They will pull you into their orbit just like every Skywalker has done to me. You minx… God, we are going to embarrass them before they walk. You can’t change your past, Ani, but you have the present to change the future. I am working to forgive me though I need you to show me that you are trying to be a better man. I am not trying to make it harder on any of us. I was warned that the pain can make woman seethe particularly at the husband who they were an incredibly willing participant of. Oh, I feel so beautiful to be compared to a ship. Not even a droid? How you wound me, mr. skywalker. I just hope you are right and they are safe. I don’t know if I could take the guilt if I didn’t protect them enough. You always have been able to succeed even flying by the seat of your pants. Always infuriatingly good at everything that you do. Shmi created a happy, smart, kind, strong, and beautiful little boy who had enough respect to listen though a voice of his own. You were a phoenix from the ashes of tatooine. i only hope that I can do a fraction of that. Besides, the babies already like you better. They have good taste just like their mother. Whenever you talk to them, I have never seen such peace while carrying them. Force or not.”
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based off of this tweet that @passerine343​ posted on the Obikin discord that me and @tomicaleto​ went nuts over. So I decided to break them by redrawing it.
ALSO I WANNA ZOOM IN ON ANAKIN’S JEWELRY BC ITS SO PRETTY OK I WENT O F F 
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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.
It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.
It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."
Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."
(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)
They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"
I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:
Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits
I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:
Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves
Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.
I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.
I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.
Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.
Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.
Firebird:
it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)
Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.
Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.
So is Yoda.
Willow:
Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me
Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.
I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.
"Hanging out with the little SiL!"
Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.
And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"
ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.
Firebird:
"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."
Willow:
Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets
So, to make the timeline work...
I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.
So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.
Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.
At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.
That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.
Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.
Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.
Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.
He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.
Firebird:
Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.
"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"
Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.
So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."
Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]
Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."
Willow:
Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.
Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.
Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.
IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?
Per @atagotiak on discord:
Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."
Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.
"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"
Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression
Firebird:
I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.
I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."
AND one of them Steals Boba
I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.
Not as goofy as Anakin, though.
Firebird:
Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?
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Please give me the TA scene where Vos takes Obi-Wan to a bar to get drunk and forget about Anakin and pick up some hotties but oh no Anakin is there and Obi-Wan is a little tipsy and doesn’t want to be rude so he goes to say hi. Then for the rest of the night when he tries to go Anakin pulls him back into conversation because he doesn’t want Obi-Wan going home with someone else
yes!!!!!! TIS THE SEASON (halloween)
(2.3k)(the first TA obi-wan snippet!!)
The thing about Quinlan that Obi-Wan hates the most is that his friend is the only person in the entire world that can out-stubborn him. That’s usually not a problem. But sometimes it is. Sometimes it results in Quinlan forcing Obi-Wan into doing something he’d rather not do.
All those people that say peer pressure isn’t really real have never met Quinlan Vos.
Obi-Wan sort of wishes he’d never met Quinlan Vos when the man shows up at his door on Friday evening carrying three different bundles of clothing.
“Because I’m nice, you get to choose what you want to be for Halloween,” Quinlan announces, laying out the options on Obi-Wan’s coffee table.
“Drunk and alone in my apartment,” Obi-Wan says. “That’s an option, right?”
“Just for that, I’m taking Indiana Jones off the table,” Quinlan replies, not sounding sorry about it at all. “I’ll be that one. I think I could make the whip look hot as hell.”
Obi-Wan crosses his arms and peers at the costumes. “Sexy nurse or sexy….Red Riding Hood? I’m not wearing that. I doubt it would even fit me.”
“Bullshit, you have a very dainty waist, Obi. But hurry up and choose because we’re going to be late.”
“We’re going tonight?” Obi-Wan splutters. “It’s not even Halloween!”
“It’s the Halloweekend, Obi-Wan. It’s like you’ve forgotten all of our sophomore year.”
Obi-Wan’s tried to block most of it out, that’s true. The parts he remembers, at least. “I think we’re a bit too old for Halloweekend, Quin,” he protests, staring down at the costumes. “And I--”
“Have been obsessing over this so-called hottest professor in existence, yes, I know.” Quinlan holds up his hand when Obi-Wan starts to disagree. “No, you know I’m right. I don’t want to hear your excuses. I’ve never heard you casually talk about someone so much and I’ve been there for all of your co-ed crushes. So what we’re going to do tonight is go and get your hot professor fucked out of your head, and the best way to do that is either sexy nurse or sexy Red Riding Hood. So.”
“I do not want this,” Obi-Wan reiterates slowly. “I very much am not aboard this plan.”
“Don’t make me invoke the BFFFOC, Obi,” Quinlan threatens.
The BFFFOC, or Best Friend Forever Failsafe Override Code, was thought up between them one night their first year of college. If ever one of them was going down a path that the other deemed unwise, they had the right to invoke the override and talk some sense into them.
“I don’t think me not wanting to dress in a slutty and offensive nurse outfit counts,” Obi-Wan protests loudly.
“It’s not about the costume, Obi, and you know it. It’s about this professor. You know you need to get over him. So get under someone else. I’d offer, but that would be in complete violating of--”
“BFFNBTBT,” Obi-Wan finishes with him, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I recall.”
That one, Best Friends Forever No Below The Belt Touching had been resurrected after a very unfortunate one night stand. The grounds for that code are some of the ones Obi-Wan is still trying to forget.
“Fine,” he snaps and hates himself for it. One day he’ll learn how to say no to Quinlan. “But I’m going with Red Riding Hood.”
“I thought you would!” his friend cheers. “The cape’s long enough to cover more of your upper thighs and you’re a bit of a prude.”
Obi-Wan snatches up the packaged costume from the table. “Fuck off,” he says, quite pleasantly in his opinion. “And I’m not paying you back for this.”
“You should shave,” Quinlan tells him as he turns towards his bedroom. “Really commit to the role!”
Perhaps tonight Obi-Wan will strangle Quinlan with his own length of Indiana Jones whip. The thought puts a smile on his face.
In the end, Obi-Wan does end up shaving. It’s not something he does often, but he’d looked at the costume. The dress doesn’t even come down to his fingertips. The hooded red cape somehow just a little bit longer.
And he thinks making Quinlan wait for thirty minutes while Obi-Wan gets ready is the very least of what he deserves.
Dragging out the process, however, doesn’t magically give Quinlan enough time to realize how stupid this is, because when Obi-Wan peers around the edge of his door, Quin’s on the couch in full Indiana Jones costume regalia, flicking through his phone.
“I look like a pervert’s idea about what Swedish barmaids looked like in the 18th century,” Obi-Wan complains, trying to flatten the hem of the flared out dress as he regretfully leaves the safety of his bedroom.
“That’s what the hood’s for,” Quinlan says sagely, looking up from his phone to take in Obi-Wan. “What, no makeup?”
“I need you to know that my biggest regret in my entire life will always be that I sat next to you on our first day of chem,” Obi-Wan tells him placidly, adjusting the cape around his bare shoulders. He hates to admit it, but the feeling of the inner fabric of the hood feels good against his skin. Soft.
“Oh, don’t say that, Obi, I’m sorry. You’re pretty without makeup.”
“I’m about to throw a punch,” he warns.
Quinlan grins and slings an arm around him. “Well then, looks like it’s time to go.”
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They slide into two seats at the very crowded bar only thirty or so minutes later. Everyone around them is wearing some sort of costume, some so wild or revealing that Obi-Wan doesn’t even necessarily feel bad about the amount of skin he’s showing off.
Someone walks by in a golden speedo and Obi-Wan takes a gulp of his drink. At least this place does some heavy pours.
Quinlan leans into his ear. “See anyone?” he yells of the din of loud music and voices.
“I see a lot of people,” Obi-Wan reports back immediately.
“One more tongue-in-cheek response out of you, and I’ll make you do tequila shots, young man!”
Obi-Wan narrows his eyes, but then a girl in a french maid costume smiles at him flirtily from across the bar. His first thought is that he likes Professor Skywalker’s smile a lot better. Then he wonders about what Professor Skywalker’s doing tonight, if he likes Halloween. If he’s dressed up. If he’s alone.
“I would like two tequila shots,” he tells the bartender when she passes them.
“Obi-Wan, you shouldn’t have!” Quinlan tosses his arm around his shoulder and pulls him in for an awkward, but enthusiastic hug when the shots arrive.
“They’re both for me,” he responds. “You can choke.”
“You wound me so precisely,” Quinlan shakes his head, and flags down a bartender to order his own. Obi-Wan decides to ignore him, licking at the back of his hand quickly before sprinkling the salt onto the damp skin.
The first shot goes down easily, but he doesn’t even wait ten seconds before he’s brought his hand back to his mouth for another lick.
Halfway through, he looks up at the feeling of eyes staring at him. He follows his own instincts until his eyes latch onto bright, familiar blue ones across the way.
If he’d taken the shot, he would have choked in this moment when confronted with Anakin Skywalker, out of the lecture hall and looking so intensely at Obi-Wan that he feels strangely vulnerable. Examined.
He breaks eye contact with his professor when Quinlan’s arm tightens on his shoulder and he knocks their shot glasses together.
It’s second nature at this point to do shots with Quin, and he drinks his down automatically as his eyes can’t help but to dart back to Anakin--Professor Skywalker--at his table.
He’s sitting alone. Not even that dressed up. Obi-Wan has no feelings about this.
Quinlan, who is frighteningly observant at the worst times, clues into Professor Skywalker’s presence before he thinks he should, after only ten or so minutes have passed. “That guy is staring at you,” he whispers very loudly to Obi-Wan, taking a pointed sip of his newest drink. “Or maybe me, but he sorta looks angry whenever I touch you.”
As if to prove this, Quinlan moves in to place a sloppy kiss on Obi-Wan’s cheek. Obi-Wan can’t shove him off quickly enough.
“Yep, definitely looking at you.” Quinlan concludes. “Looks blond, older than us, but like. Not ancient. What are you thinking? Wanna go over? I think you should, he looks like he’d give you a good time.”
Obi-Wan stares down at his drink. Quinlan doesn’t know what Professor Skywalker looks like. He doesn’t know that he’s actually cajoling Obi-Wan into the arms of the one person he’s set against him seeing. If Obi-Wan were a better friend, he’d tell him. But Obi-Wan isn’t. Obi-Wan’s feeling a little tipsy from the drinks, and his legs are all smooth, and he wants to talk to Professor Skywalker. He wants to see if maybe the man could want him if he’s wearing this. If he looks like this.
“I’m gonna go over and talk to him,” he decides in a rush, already lifting himself out of his seat. Quinlan crows in delight and reaches out to steady him when he stumbles a bit.
Water next, Obi-Wan thinks. He’s going to have water next.
It’s a short trip across the room to where Professor Skywalker is sitting. It just feels longer because of nerves. God, what is he doing? Why is he doing this?
But suddenly he’s at Anakin’s table. Suddenly he’s standing right in front of him, drink clutched in both hands, very aware of how much skin his outfit is showing off.
Anakin’s eyes dart down and the back up again before lingering at the exposed skin of his thighs. If it were anyone else, Obi-Wan would think he’s being checked out, but it’s his professor. And no matter how much Obi-Wan may want Anakin’s eyes to stick on him like a brand, he knows the older man would never want that same thing.
“Professor Skywalker, hello,” he finally says, fiddling with the straw in his drink. A few seconds later, he takes a sip, conscious of the way the man follows this motion. If it were anyone else--
But it’s not.
“Obi-Wan, I’ve told you to call me Anakin,” the professor scolds. “Especially outside of the classroom.”
“Sorry,” he says immediately. “Um. Anakin.”
Anakin’s arm drapes itself over the back of his booth as he sits more comfortably in his chair. “Please, sit.”
“I don’t want to intrude or anything, I just saw you and thought I would say--”
“Obi-Wan, sit,” this is a much clearer instruction. Obi-Wan drops into the other chair. Anakin looks him over again. “I have to admit, I didn’t have you pegged for being into this holiday,” he says roughly. “Or so committed to it.”
Obi-Wan thinks he’s probably blushing as red as his hood. “No, I um. You’re right. My friend, I--he wanted me to come out with him, and he only got me two costumes--I wouldn’t, but he--”
“Indiana Jones?” Anakin cuts in to ask sharply. “Sounds like a bit of a controlling boyfriend if he made you do something you’re not comfortable with.”
There’s an air of protectiveness in Anakin’s voice that makes Obi-Wan feel warm on the inside. Even though the professor couldn’t have been more wrong.
“No, no,” he corrects him anyway, even though a part of him is yelling that Anakin really doesn’t care that much about the details of his personal life. “We’re just friends. And I….”
He trails off, and Anakin arches one of his thick eyebrows in expectancy.
It may be that expression, the knowledge that Obi-Wan could give Anakin the answer he’s looking for, or the drinks in his system, but he finds himself continuing, admitting quite quietly, “I like it.”
Anakin straightens in his seat and takes a long pull of his own drink. “You like it,” he repeats. “Am I to assume you’re just a fan of the fairytale?”
Obi-Wan bites at his lip. He knows he shouldn’t say anything more, but....but they’re so far from the lecture hall here. It’s hard to remember why they shouldn’t talk about this. It’s hard not to let his mind wander to what he would say if the person he was talking to was not his professor, but a man he was interested in spending the night with, someone he was trying to seduce.
He shakes his head shyly.
“I like the hood,” he admits, because once he’s thought of it it’s incredibly difficult not to say it. He hardly even tries, if he’s being honest. “The cape is just long enough I can feel it on my thighs. And I like the skirt and--” he hesitates here, but it’s not called liquid courage for nothing. “The lingerie it came with.”
Anakin freezes with his drink halfway to his mouth. Slowly, he sets it back onto the table again and studies Obi-Wan with darkened eyes. His expression is unreadable and it makes Obi-Wan squirm in his seat.
“Fuck,” Anakin breathes out, the word almost lost to the roar of noise in the bar.
Obi-Wan fidgets in his seat. “Actually, sir,” he says suddenly. “I’m sorry, I should go, I only meant to say hello--”
“You should stay,” the professor interrupts, leaning forward and placing his hand on Obi-Wan’s forearm. The touch is electrifying. “For a drink.”
“Just a drink,” Obi-Wan agrees probably too quickly, a part of him responding to Anakin’s pleading expression perhaps more than it should. “My, what big eyes you have,” he jokes in regards to his professor’s begging look.
“The better to see you with,” Anakin replies immediately. For a second, his hand on Obi-Wan’s arm doesn’t move. Then his thumb strokes over the smooth skin there before he pulls back. “My dear.”
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nanagoswife · 3 years
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Noticing You, Noticing Me
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Chapter Eight
Summary: More soft moments between reader and Obi-Wan as they enjoy being back together
W/C: 3.5k
Warnings: Not smut, but there is some intimacy? Not really though? Idk😅
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Apparently, everyone knew about Obi-Wan’s arrival except for you. Anakin and Padmé were just the ones who participated.
As you walked through the halls, basically clinging to his arm, he laid his free hand on top of one of yours as he told you.
“I had also been talking with Anakin these last months, albeit, not as often as I was with you.” He paused to smile at you, gently squeezing your hand. “When I found out of my plans to come here, I wanted to find a way to surprise you. Then, Anakin came to mind.”
“Let me guess. You asked Anakin, then Anakin asked Padmé, and then Anakin told you what she had said.”
Obi-Wan smirked. “Sometimes I forget how well you know your brother.”
A small sense of pride filled you with that.
“But yes, that’s what happened. Of course I had first written to your parents about a few things. They were more than happy to hear that I could make my way over after so long. I think it was something about how their daughter was quite taken with me.”
He looked down at you with that cheeky smile once again. You shook your head and giggled as you lightly pushed him, only sending him slightly off balance.
His laugh filled the halls as he regained his steady pace.
“I do believe that she is quite taken with the prince of Coruscant. The princess couldn’t be happier.”
Obi-Wan’s crystal blue eyes stared into yours while he smiled. Slowly, he brought the two of you to a stop in front of one of the windows. The light of the sun reflected perfectly in his eyes.
When he turned to face you, both of your hands ended up in his one. Although you loved the feeling, you took one hand away to bring it to his cheek. A small giggle bubbled its way out of you at the feel of his beard as he leaned into your touch. The well trimmed hairs were scratchy but in the most delightful way.
Your eyes couldn’t leave his even if you wanted to. The sight of him like this held all of your attention as you slowly dragged your hand down to rest on his chest.
The fact that both of you were leaning in went hardly noticed. It felt so natural that you paid no mind to it. It was only as you were that few centimeters away from the other’s lips that you realized, but you didn’t pull away. No, this was something the two of you had come so close to once before, yet it now had a different meaning. This was more deserved than before.
You were so close until footsteps could be heard from the other end of the hall. Obi-Wan huffed out a sigh of annoyance but didn’t make any movement to pull away from your proximity.
“We really need to find a more private place,” he whispered, causing you to chuckle,
“If I remember correctly, not even that worked, Obi.”
All he did was groan and roll his eyes as his shoulders slumped. “You unfortunately make a good point, my dear.”
You chuckled before the person arrived in your area. When you turned to greet them, it was Varlo. Maybe it was your eyes just playing tricks on you, but he seemed absolutely miserable. More than he had been in the last two months, anyways. Apparently not having the popularity that he used to have was weighing on him more than you had thought.
“Good afternoon, Varlo,” Obi-Wan greeted with a bow from just behind you. As he did, you saw that a small piece of his hair fell out of place. He did nothing to put it back, though, as he stood up.
“Prince Kenobi,” he greeted briskly with a stiff bow.
He seemed rigid in his greeting. Had something gone wrong in a dispute? You weren’t super into the politics of your kingdom as he was, so you didn’t know what possibly could make him like this.
Varlo’s jaw seemed tense, like he was clenching it.
“Is everything alright?” you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. You could feel Obi-Wan shift uncomfortably behind you. Whatever was going on with Varlo was unsettling him just like it was for you.
“Hm? Oh, yes, I apologize. Just something occupying my mind. Anyways, I really came here to find you to tell you that our parents are putting together a small feast in honour of your arrival, Prince Kenobi.”
“Please, call me Obi-Wan. And thank you. I’ll be sure to thank them later although it’s highly unnecessary.”
“Oh but it is,” you cut in, flashing him a smile.
Obi-Wan chuckled. “Alright, alright. If you say so.”
“I’ll leave you two be. But, Y/N, I should mention that mom is putting this together. So, be prepared,” Varlo said with a playful smile.
You knew exactly what he meant. Whenever your mother would go into planning mode, she always made it the best. If it weren’t for the fact that Obi-Wan had told them before arriving, you would’ve assumed they only had a day's notice. In that case, it would be more toned down. Knowing that she had known well in advance, well, it would be extravagant.
Both you and Obi-Wan said your goodbyes to your brother before he turned away.
“Well, what shall we do until dinner?” Obi-Wan asked when your brother was far enough down the hall. Before you answered, you brushed those few strands of hair back into place.
“Have you unpacked yet?” You turned to look at him, seeing him shake his head no. “Why don’t we do that, then.”
His smile grew even more before offering you his elbow. “Sounds like a plan.”
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At first, Obi-Wan felt a slight bit awkward. The last time he had a girl in his room, that wasn’t his mother, was Satine. Nothing had happened between them other than simple conversations.
With you, he was a little nervous. He wanted a life with you. Unlike with Satine, he felt like he could see himself with you for the rest of his life. Every part of him was drawn to you in a way that he had never felt in his life.
As the time went on though with you helping him where you could, it felt just as natural as everything else. Obi-Wan could feel himself relax more and more as the time passed.
By the time he had finished, you were sitting at the foot of the bed. Despite his insistence, you refused to make yourself more comfortable further up the bed. Instead you stayed where you were, intently listening to his ramblings. Some were stories from your time apart, others were just simply him muttering his thoughts.
Nothing changed though. You sat and listened, occasionally chiming in at certain details.
Once Obi-Wan was done, he sat beside you. It didn’t take long to find your hand so that he could intertwine his fingers with yours.
“So,” he started, “did that take all the time we had or is there still time?”
You giggled as you leaned against his shoulder. “I’m sure we have some time. Besides, who says we can’t be fashionably late?”
Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in curiosity. “Is there something your brilliant mind is working up?”
He watched as your cheeks flushed as you smiled coyly.
“Not really. But I did have an idea for after dinner.”
“And what might that be?”
You looked up at him, your cheeks burning an even darker shade than before. You opened your mouth to talk, but closed it before looking away again. It confused him.
“Darling?”
“Never mind,” you said quietly.
“If you think I would say no to whatever your plan is, I’m sure you’re wrong,” he said encouragingly. His free hand came up and turned your face towards him with his index. “What is it?”
When you stumbled over your words, he let his fingers trail along your jawline before cupping your cheek. It was a gesture to comfort you in your doubt, and it seemed to work. He could feel as the tension in your shoulders eased. Even the grip you had on his hand relaxed.
“I- I was thinking maybe… we could come back here after. Together,” you said. Quickly, you continue before he could react, “Not to do anything like, you know. Just to… sleep. And I was wondering if we could read that poetry book that we never finished that night because it was so beautiful and-”
Obi-Wan gently hushed you with a soft call of your name before you’d go into an endless ramble. “Yes,” he said in a breath. “Yes to all of it. Whatever you wish.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He felt you relax further against him. Almost on instinct, he wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“Now, shall we head down to the feast your mother has put together?”
Chuckling, you lightly pushed off of Obi-Wan to sit up. “Are you sure you’re ready? She never goes halfway with these sorts of things.”
“Always.”
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“Ok, so I may have underestimated what Queen Breha had planned,” Obi-Wan said with a sheepish chuckle.
What your mother had planned had even surprised you. All of the servants had been dressed in their best. The dining table was set to feed three times the amount of your group. The seven of you hardly made a dent in it all.
When it came to decorations, you would’ve thought that you would’ve been serving every king and queen there was. Yes, you were a part of a royal family, but you had never dined in such a fancy setup. You had thought your normal setup was over the top, but you were dead wrong.
Even Obi-Wan had seemed overwhelmed by it all. The enthusiastic call from your brother had distracted both you and Obi-Wan from your surroundings.
Apparently, despite actually arriving in time, the two of you were the last to arrive. Everyone else greeted you enthusiastically when you sat down after Obi-Wan pulled out your chair.
Varlo didn’t though. Like he was earlier, he had seemed preoccupied. That kept up during the whole meal. You didn’t pay much mind to it as your parents, Anakin, and Padmé all started a conversation lasting the whole meal.
Once you were all stuffed to the brim, Varlo had left. He said that he had something to attend to, yet he wouldn’t say what.
For the rest of you, the conversations continued as the servants all cleared the table without incident. Even if there were, it wouldn’t be a huge deal. Most of them you knew quite well, and so did your mother. They were all good people who strove to do their best in their role. You always smiled whenever you heard how happy they really were.
“Even I underestimated what she would do,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently as you walked down the hall to the sitting room that contained the poetry book.
Normally, your arm would be linked with his, but you didn’t feel like being that formal. You guessed he felt that same as he reciprocated the action without any protest. If he had said anything about it, you were sure that it would only be about how his thoughts were going down the same path as yours.
When you had gotten to the room you needed, you told Obi-Wan to wait as you quickly ran in to grab the poetry book. After you did, you resumed your hand holding all the way to your room first to change and grab some things.
You had disappeared behind your changing screen as he observed your room. There wasn’t much in your room. A few books on the shelf beside your desk, the satchel which held all of his letters that sat on the floor still next to your desk, your bed, and your changing screen.
Everything was going well until you were unable to undo the back of your dress. No matter how hard you tried, each attempt was met by failure.
There was no other choice other than to ask Obi-Wan to help.
Stepping out from behind the screen, you saw him looking out of your window. He had one arm across his chest while his other elbow rested against it as he stroked his beard. It looked as if he was lost in thought only to briefly smile to himself.
“Obi,” you called out. You hated to break his train of thought, but the longer this took, the longer it would be until you could get on with the night’s plan.
He turned towards you, looking slightly confused when you were still in the same lavender dress as before.
“I can’t get it undone, and I… I was wondering if you could help,” you said as you looked at the floor. It felt strange asking this of him. At the same time, it thrilled you. Nervousness took over in the end.
Obi-Wan walked over to you, taking your hands in his. He gently squeezed them in a silent question asking you to look at him. “Only if you want me to.”
You nodded. With a comforting smile, he led you back behind your screen. Turning around for him, his hands worked on the ties at your back. Each lace up your back slowly loosened as he made his way up, letting his fingers graze against your back.
As he made his way up, you couldn’t stop the shiver that went through you as his hand ghosted the bare part of your back. When he was done, he placed his hands on your shoulders, finger slightly under the material of the dress.
The sensation was one you had never felt before as his hands began trailing outwards, bringing the fabric with it. A part of you wanted him to continue, but you knew it was better when he had paused his gentle caresses.
“I’m sorry. I- I’ll let you get changed.”
“It’s alright, Obi,” you said as you turned to face him. “And thank you.”
With a shy smile, he went back to the main area of your room. A part of you wished you could’ve continued, but now wasn’t the time for that. Hell, you hadn’t even kissed yet.
Either way, you pushed it aside as you finished getting ready. Your sleep gown was much more comfortable than your dress. You wondered what Obi-Wan would think of the light blue gown that flowed more and was far less constricting.
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When you walked out after changing, Obi-Wan’s breath hitched for what felt like the hundredth time today. He knew night gowns were nothing special, but you just looked so… beautiful.
The simpleness of it caught his eye immediately. Yes, you looked amazing in all of your day gowns, but this was just a new level he didn’t know was possible.
He must’ve muttered something about it because your cheeks turned flushed as you took on a demure stance.
Finally gaining some sense, he cleared his throat before speaking, “Shall we continue the evening?”
You nodded, walking over to him before taking his hand to make your way to his room. Although it was no secret that the two of you were together, you had to make sure you weren’t seen. People would most likely assume that something other than what you truly were doing would be happening.
The only people that were told were Anakin and Padmé. They had told you that they would make sure that no one saw either of you. Specifically in the morning. The plan was that Anakin would make sure the hall was clear as Padmé would come get you and escort you to your room. Of everyone, they knew that Obi-Wan wouldn’t take advantage of you. Plus, with your friend knowing of the night you and Obi-Wan had first read this book, she was quick to believe your true plans.
Thankfully, the hall was clear all the way to his room.
Obi-Wan had removed his jacket rather quickly, exposing his white tunic that lay underneath. There was a small area where his chest was slightly exposed, revealing hairs there that matched the colour of his beard.
A small part of you wanted to have the kind of courage that he did and unlace the top of his tunic for him, to feel some of the skin on his chest. That courage wasn’t there. Not a single part of you could muster up the ability to ask, but you didn’t need to. Obi-Wan had caught the way you were looking at him.
Taking a few steps to close the distance between you, he took your hands in his.
“It’s alright,” he said, placing one of your hands on his chest near the ties. “You can if you want. You don’t have to.”
His voice was quiet and soothing. That courage you thought you would never have? It was there now, slowly crawling out as he encouraged you.
Along with his comforting words, you moved your fingers to where the lace laid. With a shakiness, you brought your other hand up to help undo the knot. Before you could start untying it, he placed his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently for comfort.
“Relax,” he whispered. “You don’t have to do this. Stop whenever you like.”
As he took his hand off of the two of yours, the final bit of courage filled you. Slowly, you untied the lace, loosening it until even more of his chest was exposed.
For a moment, you let your fingers graze over the exposed skin and hair. The golden curls on his chest made you smile as you briefly rubbed his chest.
This time, you gained even more confidence as you then let your hands glide down to his torso. Something in you wanted to see more, to feel more, but you weren’t sure if it was the best decision.
When your hands reached his waist, you stopped. Looking back into his eyes, nothing but warmth and sureness radiated from them.
“Go ahead. Like I said earlier, anything for you.”
You let out a shaky breath, gaining even more reassurance from Obi-Wan as you looked in his eyes. So, you let your hands clench the material of his shirt, pulling it up until he lifted his arms, letting the shirt fall to the ground.
You let your eyes explore the surface of his skin, noting every scar until you reached out to trace them all. He told you how many were from training, others from a battle years ago when a random group who wanted to dethrone his father attacked.
-
He worked hard to keep his breathing controlled as your hands explored the surface of his skin. Despite this, Obi-Wan knew that if you felt over his heart that you would be able to feel it racing.
As you traced over his scars, he couldn’t help but let his eyes fall closed. The thoughts that began to run through his mind were becoming intrusive. He didn’t want to rush into anything with you, though. What he didn’t want to do was scare you off and that meant having to keep this all under control.
Plus, he didn’t want to wreck your reputation. Something like this could ruin you, and that’s not what he wanted. You were doing so much good for your people. If they thought any less of you than they do now, he wouldn’t know how he would live with himself.
Instead, he closed his eyes so that he could quell the feeling of desire he felt for you. It was working too, until you reached his shoulders, trailing towards his collar bone.
Nothing could keep his breathing from picking up. The closer you came to his collarbone, the more he felt his want for you. But he wouldn’t let it happen. Not unless you wanted to, and you already had said that you wanted this to be purely just an innocent night. Just reading and sleeping.
So, he shifted slightly, taking a sharp intake of breath as your hand traced his collarbone.
-
This exploration lasted a few minutes as you looked over his freckles that were scattered across his shoulders. Obi-Wan took a deep breath as you traced his collar bone, shifting slightly.
“I-I’m sorry,” you said, pausing your exploration. “Did I go too far?”
“What? No, of course not,” he said quickly to reassure you. “No, it’s just… maybe we should read now.”
Nodding, you went over to the bed. Obi-Wan joined you not long after.
After getting settled under the sheets, the two of you went into a familiar position like the night in front of the fireplace. Only this time, you didn’t stay awake long, falling asleep against Obi-Wan’s bare chest.
Everything, his warmth, the sound of his voice, the comfort of the bed, it all made you drowsy. Obi-Wan noticed and encouraged you, “Go to sleep, my dear. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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hopefulstarfire · 3 years
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Late night thoughts bc I can't stop thinking about the Plo takes Anakin on as a Padawan AU
So I saw a tiktok about Shmi that stated that she had found out about what happened on Naboo and Qui-Gons death from Watto who heard it from some associates and she writes to the Council to like ask if her baby is okay and they don't answer her.
If this had been the case, for this AU, Plo speaks up, saying they still had a duty to be compassionate to people and she should at least know her son is safe. He actually plans to write the letter in spite of anything the Council says, as it's his Padawan and he is at least understanding to the concerns of people.
It's probably while in writing this that he and Anakin are having a long chat and Plo knows this boy misses his mother and they have to try and teach him how to have attachments in a healthy manner. And then Anakin talks about his dream. He wants to go back one day and free all of the slaves. Including his mother.
Plo sits back for a moment. There is true kindness coming from the trauma this little nine year old has endured. He understands even more where a lot of this boys fear and frustration had come from. Like oh the pieces are finally coming together and he has a better idea on how to help this kid.
He also knows that slavery is abhorrent. And that his old buddy Qui-Gon probably had plans to try and spring the boys mother somehow once all had been said and done on his final mission. Because Qui-Gon played by his own fucking rules.
Cue Plo sending a quick message to his dear niece Sha to watch Anakin for a few days and him going to Obi-Wans room in the middle of the night, and this tired newly knighted Jedi is just eighty levels of confused as to why one of the Council is at his door.
"Get dressed, young Kenobi. We're heading to Tatooine and doing something to make your Master proud."
Obi-Wan really has no clue what the fuck he's talking about, and this is probably not gonna look good, but Plo is on the Council and who is he to argue with a Jedi Master?
They hop on a ship and go all the way to the Outer Rim, to Tatooine, with Plo filling Obi-Wan in on the way. He isn't sure if it's the best idea.
"The Council has made it clear that his attachment to his mother could be dangerous, Master Plo Koon. They almost didn't take the boy because of it. Bringing her back to Coruscant would --" "Ease the boy's mind that his mother is not suffering under slavery and clouding his mind further with fear. And give him hope that his dream of freeing all of the slaves, a noble and selfless dream, may one day be achieved. I agree wholeheartedly, young Obi-Wan."
He has Obi-Wan try and help him navigate his way to the city that they had crash landed near. It's about this time in trying to navigate through the city they meet with one of Padmes handmaidens, who was sent to look for Shmi and to pay to free her and bring her to Naboo. "Perfect, she can have a nice residence until we can eventually move her to Coruscant." "It may be easier just to let her stay on Naboo--" "Perhaps. Perhaps not. We shall see."
They eventually find Wattos shop and he's initially reluctant to part with her, regardless of the amount of credits offered. Shmi is plenty of help and he's already lost little Ani bc of the Jedi. But we know in the books Watto was actually kind of worried about Shmi and let her be bought and freed by her eventual husband. He eventually relents here as well ans takes the full amount of credits.
Shmi doesn't know what to expect but she did not expect two new Jedi and a Naboo Royal Handmaiden at her door. She hadn't even expected a response back from the Jedi, but here is her son's new mentor, who's very eager to learn about his new Padawan -- what foods he likes the best, ways that work to comfort him, what he can do to help him adapt and grow into a fine young man.
They help Shmi pack and Shmis still just flabberghasted and a bit emotional. She misses her son and now she knows he really is in safe hands. And now she's freed, when her whole life has been spent being separated from family and being forced into a life of servitude. Now she's free. She can be whatever she wants, do whatever she wants.
Her leaving Tatooine feels like years and years of weight on her shoulders are gone.
When they bring her to Naboo, she asks to write a note to Anakin and Plo promises to bring it to her. She asks him and Obi-Wan both to look out for him, be there for him. A promise both of them intend very well to keep.
They return to the Temple and Plo knows all was worth it when he sees Anakins eyes light up and feel nothing but joy and hope beaming off of him at the news.
He asks to write his mother back and to write a letter to Padme, to thank her, and Plo helps him do so, sending them off. And if his new Padawan wants to continue to write those letters, seeing as it helps keep him focused and grounded and happy, Plo sees nothing wrong with it.
Plo also finds a new friend in Shmi. He knows the importance of life, of finding that importance and compassion and he sees her as someone who is just as kind, determined and strong. They become really good friends through their letters and should she move to Coruscant, set up and never having to want for anything ever again, who is he to not stop by maybe once a week or so with little Anakin in tow to have tea with her?
Shmis cooking is also far greater than anything served at the Temple so there is that added bonus as well.
I also would like to believe that, during the Clone Wars, the Wolf Pack know that, while on shore leave, if they need a place to relax and find a good meal, they are to go to Shmi. She also helps get them and the 501st some civvies to wear. They're nothing fancy, but they're clothes all the same, ones that aren't just their regulation blacks and their armor.
And she totally helped Plo get the Wolf Pack emblems on his vambraces. Just saying.
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willowcrowned · 3 years
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I just wanted you to know that I absolutely LIVE for your time-travel fics. They are so great please never stop. I especially love the ones where Luke travels to clone wars era and is just there standing awkwardly cause he doesn’t know what’s going on and everybody else doesn’t know what’s going on... well yeah you get the gist.. anyways you are an amazing writer and I love all of your fics <3
ahhh thank you so much! You can have a little ‘luke goes back in time and says fuck’ au. as a treat.
“Why is Master Windu handing the prisoner off to us?” Anakin grumbles. “We’re on medical leave.”
Obi-Wan gives a sigh that means that as much as he agrees with Anakin in principle, Anakin is being too bitchy for him to admit to it. “And Master Windu is in the middle of a campaign. He doesn’t have time to investigate rogue Jedi.”
The rogue Jedi in question is dressed entirely in black, sitting cross legged on the floor of the cell. He’s also staring at Obi-Wan and Anakin with an expression that’s equal parts mystified and horrified.
Anakin turns off the ray shield. “Well?”
The rogue Jedi huffs. “Well, what?”
“What do you mean, ‘well what’?” Anakin crosses his arms, annoyed.
“You’re the ones who wanted me here,” the rogue Jedi points out unhelpfully. “I thought I was your prisoner— involuntary guest, if we’re being polite.”
The corner of Obi-Wan's mouth twitches in what counts as a full smile for him— at least when he’s supposed to be interrogating someone.
“Well,” Anakin says, “who are you?”
“Luke Lars,” the man who is purportedly Luke Lars says. He’s clearly lying.
“Who trained you?” Anakin asks.
“No one,” Luke says, still clearly lying. “I found this lightsaber this morning. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Obi-Wan pulls up a holo-recording of Luke doing a triple backflip, decapitating six droids at once and crushing a seventh under his boot.
Luke stares at the recording, deadpan. “Beginner’s luck. Can I have my robe back now?”
“Why?” Anakin asks. “Need a blaster?”
Luke rolls his eyes. “Actually, it has some gum in it.”
Obi-Wan walks over to where they stored Luke’s robe, retrieving the gum and tossing it to him.  
Luke catches it easily and pops a piece in his mouth. “Thanks. Hey, you’re Obi-Wan Kenobi, right?”
“That I am,” Obi-Wan says, bemused. “Why?”
“You remind me of an old friend,” Luke says.
“Should I be flattered?”
Luke blows a bubble, then pops it. “Maybe. I mean, he was a reticent bastard who had a habit of disappearing, but he was a good man. Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
“He’s got you pegged,” Anakin mutters to Obi-Wan.  
Obi-Wan makes a vaguely offended noise, but doesn’t push it. “Well, Luke Lars, I’m sorry to say that we’re not going to be able to let you out until you tell us the truth.”
“I figured.” Luke shrugs. “It’s fine. This is a pretty nice cell.”
Anakin snorts.  
Luke gives him a strange look. “You’re Anakin Skywalker, right?”
“Yes.”
“What year is it?”
“1011,” Obi-Wan says, brows drawn together slightly.
Luke frowns. “Uh, what calendar?”
“Standard Galactic.”
Luke makes a face. “Well that’s not much help. What’s going on right now?”
“Do you have amnesia?” Anakin asks, looking at Luke with a mixture of confusion and worry.
“Sort of.”
“The Clone Wars have been going on for thirteen months,” Obi-Wan answers, sounding completely unruffled, which means that he’s very confued.
Luke frowns again, eyes going distant. He comes back to himself after a moment. “I can’t do math. Can I have some flimsy and a pen to work it out?”
Anakin looks to Obi-Wan, who shrugs. At least they’ll be able to look at the paper and see if they can get any clues from it. Anakin pulls a notepad from his pocket, along with a pen, and hands it to Luke.
Obi-Wan looks at him strangely. “Since when have you been keeping that in there?”
“Since I started having to pass notes when I get captured,” Anakin replies snippily.
They both watch Luke, who is working out the problem exceedingly slowly.
“I swear I can do actual math,” Luke says without looking up, having noticed their staring. “I just can’t do addition. Besides, I can pilot. That’s the one I picked.”
Anakin blinks. “What?”
Luke looks up at him. “Is that not a thing yet? You can do math, pilot, or have a good relationship with your dad?”
“What?” Anakin repeats.
Luke shrugs. “It was a joke where I grew up. If you’re not into core-style relationships— same species, different sex, you know— you only get one.”
“What.” Anakin repeats for the third time.
“I got it!” Luke says excitedly. “So we’re— yeesh, that is not good.”
“What?” Anakin asks. “What’s not good?”
Luke gives him a calculating look, then shrugs. “The central heating here. I’m cold.”
“That’s what I keep saying!” Anakin agrees after a moment. “Core people like it too cold.”
Luke makes a face. “Ugh, I know. I grew up on Tatooine and it was terrible, but at least it was warm.”
“Wait, really?” Anakin says, “Me too. Worst. Planet Ever.” He looks over at Obi-Wan, who has a strange look on his face. “What?”
Obi-Wan blinks, coming out of whatever reverie he was in. “Nothing.” He frowns. “Luke, may I take a blood sample?”
Luke frowns at him. “Do I get a choice?”
“Yes,” Anakin says, at the same time as Obi-Wan says, “I’d rather you agreed.”
Luke frowns. “Please don’t.”
“As you say.” Obi-Wan frowns. “Anakin, I believe you have some paperwork to get to. In fact, so do I.”
Anakin makes a face. “See you around, Luke.”
“You know where to find me.” Luke grins.
Anakin snorts. “Yeah, I guess we do.”
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creativemessbyvd · 2 years
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So this TikTok awoke a plot bunny and it was too fast for me to control, take this now I guess :v
Fic Idea Vault #8: Disaster Lineage Encanto AU
Check out the original idea creator, giving full credit and I was giving permission to let the plot bunny loose! Check out the original TikTok and many others here:
And now enjoy a little extract from the first chapter and the summary at the end! (Note, you don't have to know what the new movie Encanto is about, and also this is an au, so don't come for me SW hardcore fans! Enjoy!)
"Wow! There's so many of you! How do you keep track of everyone?!"
"How do you know who is related to who?"
"Is Anakin your bother or your uncle??"
"What's your special ability!"
Ahsoka leaned around the various kids all firing rapid questions, deciding to ignore the last one even if it had been yelled by most of them and instead gesturing to the mural on the rock face on the stairs leading to the village down below.
"Hey, take it easy! I know it seems very confusing but they are my family and it's easy I guess because I see them every day! How about I start from the beginning? Let's start with Grandad Yoda!" Pointing to the head and topmost person depicted in the mural, Yoda smiled serenely crosslegged at them, his lightsaber held in both hands and a halo of water splashing away from him on his head. She turns to the kids who have been enraptured by the imagery and continues before they derail with questions of everyone else.
"Grandmaster Yoda he was known, he came from the Temple and from him we know all about the Jedi of old. He found the Temple that now shelters us and his granted ability is water control! It's thanks to him that the Kyber Heart is still so strong and out village could prosper!"
From below, Ashoka points out to the children to see as Yoda makes way in the river so that the cattle led by Obi Wan can pass them through while Assajj passes in the opposite direction with three great logs ready for a new house to be set up. The children oh and ah and turn back waiting for more.
"He escaped with his Padawan who he considered a son, my uncle Dooku-"
All around them in the path, and even some below in the village and above on the Temple's entrance, various people exclaim "We don't talk about Dooku!" And she stays silent for a minute only to quickly whisper to the children as they move closer:
"They say he could see the future and disappeared long ago!"
Dooku's image is slightly less shiny than the rest of the family, dressed in browns and contrasting with the man next to him who holds his hand dressed in white.
"Whose that next to him?" Comes the question, and she continues in a normal tone.
"That's his partner! Uncle Syfo Dyas was his name! He died long ago but he had the same power, but without the Kyber Heart's blessing! He was such a powerful Jedi even before we came here that he had the ability all on his own! He could see the best in everybody and died protecting my cousin Assajj, their daughter!"
"And what's her power?"
"She's the strong one right!?"
Underneath Dooku and Syfo Dyas, Assajj stood arms crossed and looking just as fierce and strong as she does in real life.
"Yes! Assajj was adopted by my uncles and her ability is super strength! She can lift a whole house with no problems!" That all turn to see Assajj helping to move the houses to make more space as easy as one might pick up a small rock off the path.
"Whose next?"
On the night of her nephew's gift reveal, Ahsoka notices that the temple and it's magical Kyber Heart Crystal that has given her family her special abilities is slowly falling apart. Fearful of what this could mean for her family and the village they look after, she sets out to figure out if her missing uncle Dooku and his visions of the future might reveal what is going on with their home. The very future of the last line of Jedi in the universe may rest on her shoulders, the only one in the family who never got a gift.
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Their powers are tied to the force yes, and also just imagine everyone in their original species and the like, but more I will explain on the fic properly ;)
What do you think?
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sithmyass · 4 years
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Hate Me - Anakin Skywalker
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Warnings: SMUT! This is almost pure filth. There is some angst and cursing as well.
A/N: Blame @sarcastic-bubble for the amount of pure filth in this. That is all. (Don’t forget to send in requests!!)
“Canto Bight? That’s the super fancy, rich person planet, correct?” You ask, your chin resting thoughtfully against your hand. “Correct, General. And you’ll be going on this mission with Master Skywalker.” Obi wan explains, to which you let out a strangled groan. “I know of your feelings towards Master Skywalker, but please General, for the Republic, just get along with him.” “Easier said then done, but for the Republic, I will do as I must.” You agree, prompting Obi wan to place a tender hand on your shoulder. He offers you a smile before walking away.
You make your way to the hangar, delighted to find that you were alone. You quietly made your way up into the ship, sighing contently in the silence. You take the silence as an opportunity to meditate, and to hopefully level yourself before spending maker knows how long with the narcissistic, stuck up man that is Anakin Skywalker. Anakin and you had a past, a past that remains in secrecy. You and Anakin had previously been in a romantic relationship, which was kept between you two in order to protect yourselves from the Jedi Council.
Anakin was the sweetest, most selfless man in the beginning. That is, until you walked in on him sucking faces with Senator Amidala. You had truly experienced heartbreak in that moment, and without hesitation, left him. Since then, the interactions between you two had been few and far between, for good reason. You had done so well avoiding almost all contact with him for a year, until now. Now you were forced into this mission with him, and you couldn’t be more enraged.
While you dwell on the past, you completely miss Anakin walking up into the ship. “Y/N, are you ready to go?” He asks nonchalantly, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Touch me again, Anakin, and you’ll regret it.” You hiss, coming back to reality from your trace, coming face to face with the devil himself. “What did you just say to me?” He asks, hands on his hips. “You heard me.” You snap, “Touch me again and you’ll regret it. Now, move out of my way before I make you.” You push past him, making your way into the pilots seat in the cockpit.
“Oh no, there’s no way you’re piloting this ship with me on it.” Anakin said, raising his voice slightly. “You’re not the boss of me, Anakin.” You retort, continuing on with the take off procedures. Anakin reaches for your wrist, taking it in his fist to stop you from taking off. “I said, there’s no way I’m letting you pilot this ship.” “Let go of me.” You say between gritted teeth, refusing eye contact with the man before you. “Tell me why I should? If I let you pilot this ship, you’re likely to put us both in danger.”
“Forget it,” You start, standing up from the chair, pulling your wrist from his vice grip. You finally make eye contact with him, your eyes narrowing. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You spit, leaving the cockpit completely, Anakin takes a seat in the now vacated chair. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, Princess.” He picks up where you left off, lifting the ship from the ground, then taking off towards the stars.
The whole ride to Canto was silent. The tension between the two of you was so thick it could physically be cut by a knife. As you sit quietly, cleaning up the hilt of your lightsaber, you get a call from back at the Jedi temple. You push a button on the table, making Obi Wan’s body appear as a hologram before you. “General! How’s it going so far?” His overly excited voice was shattered the moment you began to talk. “I hate him, Obi Wan. He’s unbearable.” “I know, General. But as soon as the mission is over, you don’t have to go anywhere near him again. Now, have you looked in the compartments under the floor?”
You cock your brow, setting your saber down onto the table before you. “No..? What’s under there?” You ask, before getting up from your seat to dig in the floor. You pull up a sack, and look over to Obi wan’s hologram. He motions for you to continue,
and you oblige. You pull out a beautiful floor length blue dress, and hold it up before you. “Is this for..?” Obi Wan chuckles. “Yes, Y/N. That’s the dress you must wear into the casino if you want to keep your cover. Anakin has a matching suit in that sack as well.” You groan at the mention of him, having forgotten for a moment that he was even accompanying you on this mission.
“Now, do as you must to get the information on the Chancellor. You may have to get down to their level of sleaze to get anything, okay?” You nod, before realizing that the ship has landed. “We’ve landed, Obi Wan. I’ll contact you as soon as we’re back to the ship.” “May the Force be with you, General.” Obi replies, before the hologram disappears. Seconds later, Anakin appears in the doorway to the cockpit. You throw the suit at him without a word, stepping into the back of the ship to prepare yourself for the whirlwind that was to unfold before you.
After cleaning yourself up, you step out into the center of the ship. Anakin stood before you dressed in the matching suit to your dress, collar a complete mess. You walk up to him without a word, fix his collar quick and them make your exit from the ship. You had to land on the outskirts of the casino in order to not be caught, which meant having to walk the rest of the way to the casino through the sand. After barely a minute of attempting to walk in your heels, you stop and take your shoes off. You hold them tightly in your hands before continuing on, Anakin now at your side.
You slip your shoes on before you get too close, and slip your arm through Anakin’s. No matter how much you hated the man at your side, you had to put up a front to get anywhere in this mission. You make your way into the entrance, marveling at the beautiful interior decorations. Gold and silver littered the statutes and walls, reminding you just how much was at stake. You and Anakin walk over to the bar, and quickly order drinks. “Obi Wan said that the man were looking for has long, black hair, a gold tooth and a gold cane.” You pick your drink up as soon as it’s delivered and down the entire glass.
“Easy General, you have to be coherent to complete the mission.” Anakin warns, watching you order another drink. “Since when do you care?” You counter, and before Anakin could respond, he got a visual of the man. You pick up your drink as he grabs your shoulder, spinning you around. “You almost made me spill my drink!” You yell, and Anakin points to the man matching the given description out on the dance floor with four ladies surrounding him. “Guess this ones on me.” You sigh, setting your drink down as you fix your dress, making sure your chest was nearly spilling out before walking out onto the dance floor towards your guy.
He took note of you instantly, watching the way you swayed your hips and ran your fingers through your hair, mussing it up ever so perfectly. He inched his way closer to you, wrapping his arm around you from behind. “My my my, you sure are something.” He slurs, alcohol present on his breath. “Oh yeah? I bet you say that to all of the girls.” You tease, spinning around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The man doesn’t hesitate to bury his face in your neck, leaving small bites along your collar bone.
Anakin had a front row seat to the spectacle. His grip overtime had tightened around his glass, watching how close you got to the man. He knows you’re not his, he knows he blew his chance. Yet, he can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in his chest. As the man leant down to kiss your collar, Anakin about lost it. He slammed his cup down onto the bar, and began to walk towards the two of you, but stopped himself, not wanting his feelings to interrupt the mission.
The minutes ticked by, and eventually the man was drunk enough to allow his details on the Chancellor slip out. Once you had your information, you just had to slip away from the man, and back to Anakin... which proved to be the most difficult part of the mission. “I’m gonna go to the bar, alright?” You say into the man’s ear, causing his grip around your waist to tighten. “Oh no, you’re not leaving without showing me a good time, Doll.” You tried to twist from the man’s grip, but it wasn’t working. He moved his hand to your wrists, and begun to pull you off the dance floor.
Anakin noticed immediately, and pushed his way through the sea of bodies, trying to make it to you. He had girls pulling on him from every direction, trying to get him to dance with them, to which he pushed their hands away and moved faster. He finally made his way to you, and wrapped his arm around your waist, halting the man in his tracks. “Back off, bud. She’s claimed.” The man spits, trying to pull you closer to him, and farther from Anakin. “Yeah; by me. She’s mine.” Anakin growls, pulling you out of the mans grip and into his side. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips for good measure, and the man finally backs off. You grab Anakin by the hand and promptly leave the casino, and head back to your ship.
The wall back was silent, except for the movement of the sand beneath your feet. You make your way back onto the ship and place your shoes in a corner, and watch as Anakin makes his way up into the ship. “What made you think that was a good idea?” You immediately start, tearing into Anakin for his actions. “I had EVERYTHING under control!” He lets out a scoff. “Without me baby, you’d be in a room with some sleazy old man right about now.” The name slipped off his tongue so innocently, it lit a fire inside you. “Don’t call me that.”
“You’re unbearable.” Anakin quips, running his hand through his tamed hair. “Me? I’m unbearable? You’re so full of yourself, Anakin! I hate you!” You yell, stomping towards the bedroom on the back of the ship. Anakin is quick to follow you, slamming the door behind him. “I wish I never laid eyes on you, I wish I never fell for you, I wish I never dated you, Anakin!” You scream, throwing a pillow at him. “Yeah? Is that why you’re still out there trying to replace me? Because you wish you never dated me?” He scoffs, catching the pillow easily. You stood quiet for a second. “Did you at least think of me, while you had your tongue down her throat?” You scowl, throwing another pillow at him.
“Did I ever mean anything to you, Anakin? Or was all of it a lie?” You yell, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Everything you saw, Everything you think you feel about me is all wrong. It’s all a lie. But I never lied about my feelings for you.” Anakin says softly, setting the pillows back down onto the bed. “I hate myself for putting you through that.. I try to act like it never happened, but it did. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I fucked up.” Anakin says, defeated as he slumps down onto the bed. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You stop for a moment, thinking he could actually be sincere. But then you think of all the pain and hurt he put you through. All of the sleepless nights, all of the days wondering why you weren’t good enough for him. “I-I don’t believe you.” You stutter, turning your back towards him. “Let me prove it.” He pleads, and you turn to face him. He moves closer to you, taking your hand softly into his. He gently presses his lips to your knuckles, and looks into your eyes. “I don’t deserve it.. but if you’ll give me the chance to prove myself.. I promise you, Angel. I promise i’ll show you how sorry I truly am.” He keeps pressing kisses into your knuckles, waiting impatiently for a response.
You turn around, giving into his temptations. He smiles when you face him, and he pulls you down onto the bed next to him, before moving himself so he’s hovering over you. “If you’ll have me..” He whispers, before placing soft kisses against your shoulder. “I’ll devote the rest of my life to proving how sorry I am..” He hovers his lips over yours, before gently pressing them to yours. The electricity from the kiss flowed between the two of you like a raging river, prompting you to deepen the kiss. You place your hands gently on the sides of his cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer to you.
He breaks the kiss, and places a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then trails all the way down to your shoulder, stopping to pay special attention to your collarbones. He allows one hand to slip behind your back, pulling the zipper on your dress gently, his knuckles brushing lightly against your spine. He kisses your shoulders again, pulling the fabric from your chest, claiming the fresh skin with his lips. You can’t help but allow your hands to get lost in his brown locks, never wanting to let them go ever again.
He pushes the dress down farther to reveal your bare chest, and he wastes no time, taking one of your breasts into his mouth, the other getting attention from his free hand. You let out a small moan, having missed the feeling of him taking your body in every way he knew that would please you. He continues his trek down your body, kissing his way past your navel, leaving small love bites along the hem of your panties before pushing them off, along with the rest of your dress.
You pull him back up to your face by his tie, loosening it once he was level with you. You slip the tie over his head before throwing it somewhere in the room. He removes his suit jacket, and goes for his belt while you tackle the button up. You push apart the shirt, leaning up to kiss down his toned abdomen. He shimmies out of his pants and boxers in record time, leaving you to admire and appreciate his manhood; something you hadn’t done in a long, long time. You reached down for his length, but he was quick to push your hands away. “Not tonight. Tonight is all about you, Angel.”
He pushes you gently back against the mattress, using the force to hold you still as he settles between your legs. He sucks light bruises into the supple flesh of your thighs before licking one clean stripe up your slit. Your head flies back into the mattress, while your hands find their way back to his curls. He continues his assault tortuously slow, savoring you as if you were his last meal. “So sweet..” He hums, swirling his tongue around your clit gently. “..could do this forever..” He moans, sending vibrations straight to your core. “Ani..” You moan, arching your back up off the mattress.
“Be still, Angel..” He muses, before slipping one finger inside of you, while his tongue circles your clit. You can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter with each passing moment, and Anakin seems to notice. “Getting close, Angel?” He asks, to which you whimper in reply. He adds another finger, and begins to draw out the alphabet against you with his tongue. Your legs begin to involuntarily shake, and he hooks them over his shoulders to keep them out of his way. He keeps up his relentless pace, sending you spiraling, your vision going white with pleasure.
He laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. He sucks his fingers clean before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “You’re absolutely delicious, darling..” He smiles, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. “Now, since tonight is all about you.. tell me how you want me.” “I don’t care, Ani. As long as you’re inside me, i’m happy.” You tease, biting gently on his swollen lip. “Well then, I’ve got an Angel to please..” He begins, as he hovers over you, lining himself up with your entrance. He slides himself between your folds to gather some slick before pushing himself deep inside you.
He bottoms out, tip pushing against your cervix. You let out a small breath as you adjust to his size, and nod when you want him to move. He begins to thrust in and out, nearly pulling out completely each time before pushing himself all the way back in. You reach up for his cheek, pulling him down and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel every inch of him with each thrust, his sloppy kisses adding to the state of bliss you were currently in. You moan against his lips, letting out small whimpers here and there. “Mm.. ride me..” He suggests, never removing his lips from yours.
You flip over, putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you began to grind down onto his length. You broke the kiss to throw your head back, the new angle hitting your spot perfectly. You keep grinding, letting out the most obscene moans each time he brushed against your spot. “That’s it, Angel.. Just like that..” He praises, his hands holding onto your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting you halfway. You lean back, hands wrapping around his calves to steady yourself. He takes the opportunity to bring one of his hands to toy with your clit again. “An-i.. I..” You begin, but he cuts you off. “Sh sh sh.. it’s okay Angel.. i’ve got you..” He allows you to take full control, leaning forward to steady yourself on his chest as you begin to bounce your hips quickly, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
You feel your second orgasm of the night approaching, and fall against Anakin’s chest, meaning his name as you release around his cock, which triggers his orgasm. He releases inside of you, too fucked out to care about the possible consequences. He keeps himself inside of you as he smooths your hair down and kisses your forehead. “Angel..” He says after a moment, and you look up at him. “I’m sorry. For everything. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, you’re the one I love. I made a stupid mistake, and I hope you can accept my apology.” You kiss his lips softly, before smiling at him. “You’re gonna have to prove it some more, Ani.”
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thewriterowl · 3 years
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Ugh Owl. I read starbound anon’s dad vader fic cos you recced it and now i’m suffering waiting for an update, why’d you do this to me 😭 can I please get some fluffy doting dad vader head cannons to tide me over?? Pretty pretty please??? 👉👈
ISN'T IT AMAZING?? That fic is killing me.
Ok, let me think of something...I may be super influenced by the Rod is Mightier than the Lightsaber cause, well, how could I not?
Luke is Baby(tm) as we all know. he has Vader wrapped around his finger. Vader has to be careful because his first instinct is let Luke have whatever he wants. Luke is this heart of gold spot of sunshine who wants everyone to be taken care of and loved and forgiven and it just can't happen (this is Vader, not Anakin, after all) as he is to stay in his throne and rule the galaxy as he wants. Luke just needs to be the doted on prince as his father rules everything with an iron (but still nicer than sucky Palpatine) fist.
Look, Luke is a sub. I am going to die on this hill and you can never change my mind on this. Of course, there is nothing sexual between him and Vader, but even when he is rebellious, he has this instinct to follow orders when presented in a certain manner. He isn't aware what it is only when he is pushed just right he begins to do as told. Vader, of course, figures this out and is very...torn. He will not let this out to anyone but he will use it to his advantage. He only feels mildly upset about taking advantage over Luke's weakness but only mildly...especially when Luke get's stubborn and does something he shouldn't. Luke gets sulky but quiet and says "yes sir" and maybe "yes daddy" when he is really pushed. (Vader can understand this because when he was with Padme he was a switch and she was a Dom--this will never be different to me lol though I may read fics otherwise lol)
Now, Luke doesn't have to be this prince at all times. Vader wouldn't do that to Luke. Even he has a limit of royal imagery and such. Luke can drink and gamble, he can race (safely), he can do less-than-princely hobbies to keep himself entertained. Vader is also fine with him mingling with "peasants" that Vader approves of. Vader can see that most of them are better than senators and royals anyway.
Vader is bound and determined to have Luke follow in his mother's footsteps and have a crazy wardrobe of beautiful outfits. Luke is not interested. Too bad. He is too pretty to not be dressed up. He needs to be the envy of the entire galaxy. Vader doesn't want people lusting after Luke, but Vader is still Anakin...he has to show off and he is possessive, so he has to show off his prized possession of his baby son.
Luke just sulks.
Luke asks about Vader's time as Anakin and his mother often. Vader does his best to avoid some topics (his time on Tatooine, the loss of his mother, Obi-Wan) but he finds himself able to open up more and more with Luke pleading for more information.
It is probably through talking with Luke that Vader comes to the confirmation that no, Padme and Obi-Wan were not sleeping together.
Luke: (squinting at his father) Wait, you think they were together behind your back?
Vader: I do, my son.
Luke:...dad...from your stories...Obi-Wan sounds like a whore for Mandalorians.
Vader:....what?
Luke: I'm pretty sure he was sleeping with that commander clone. Not mom.
Vader: (ultimate dense idiot as everything clicks into place) HOLY SHIT HE WAS GAY FOR CODY.
Luke got his dense-ness from his dad but even he could tell Obi-Wan was head over heels for the clone, and anything in Mandalorian armor, even from the biased story-telling from his father.("HOW DID YOU THINK MOM WAS CHEATING ON YOU?!" "IT WAS OBI-WAN! I WAS ALMSOT PREPARED TO CHEAT ON HER FOR HIM! EVERYONE WANTED HIM!" "WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST ASK FOR A THREESOME?!" ".....OH MY GODS WHY DIDN'T I JUST ASK FOR A THREESOME?!")
Luke tells Vader of what he has been through, being careful to not include information that could hurt the rebellion. Vader is impressed about Luke's ability to take down the monstrous beings known as Womp-Rats, how he survived a Wampa, the info that he was a speed demon (Takes after his papa in that)
They find they have a lot of similarities.
Vader is probably the first person who learns that Luke really only likes guys. It's not uncommon in the galaxy by any means (I refuse to allow homophobia in a SCI-FI/Fantasy...it makes no sense so there is no such thing here, the end). So, Vader knows to file that away in the future if, for any reason, he will allow Luke to get married and wants to help his son with romance. (prideful Anakin peeks through; he knows he was hot stuff and had the attention of many people...maybe not to Kenobi level, but he had his own fans! so there)
Luke is surprise to learn he is so much like his mother. So many compared him to Vader. But Vader assured him that he may have a lot of similarities in looks to Anakin and may have his need for speed but his sweet personality, need to protect, nurturing, and selfless nature is all from his mother.
Luke may get a little teary-eyed over this. He's not too upset about being compared to Anakin...but he just thought he had nothing of his mother, so to hear he did really means a lot.
Vader is obsessive. he looks after his son and ensures his health and safety constantly. He cannot ever be at risk or he may just lose his already crumbled sanity.
Vader has no desire to ever see his baby get in a relationship. He has no idea how he'll ever be ready if it somehow happens.
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cora-vizsla · 3 years
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Hypnotic (Taking Over Me)- Chapter 2
Pairing: Eventual Jedi!OC x Sith!Obi Wan
Word Count: 4.3K
Story Rating: E (18+)
Chapter Rating: T
Warning: Swearing. Threats of violence. Calm kidnapping. Mentions of sex in the past. 
A/N: I know I said I was going to post this like two days ago but life got in the way. I hope you enjoy either way. As always, if I missed any tags please let me know!
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When they got closer to presumably their destination, Veth held out a blindfold. Zara raised one eyebrow at him and shook her head.
“I’m not wearing that. Your threat of killing my men is over so you have no leverage over me.”
“I have two lightsabers and you’re stuck in this ship with me.”
“If you swing them, we both die. Are you wanting to die?”
“Are you?”
Zara scowled and crossed her arms. Veth laughed at her which only soured her mood even more.
“Me not having leverage over you is exactly why I need you to wear this. You presumably have it planned that you figure out where you are and either get a message out or escape on your own. I do not want to harm you, but I will if I have to.”
“So, wear this for my own protection?”
“Precisely, darling.”
Zara did nothing short of barking out a cackle.
“I am a Jedi Knight. I do not fear you. You may have manipulated me into going with you to keep my clones safe but that does not mean I am easily fooled.”
“You don’t trust me.”
“Would you trust me if the roles were reversed?”
“Yes.”
Zara was taken back by his swift and solid answer.
“You’ve had many chances to fight me, yet you’d prefer to talk and negotiate. You don’t want to fight if you don’t have to. That is a trait we share.”
“Sith only want destruction.”
“That is what the Jedi teach.”
“That is the truth.”
“Give me one day, Zara Fross. Comply with me for that long then you can make your decision on if you’re going to fight back or not.”
“Why a day?”
“That’s how long it will take me to ensure that you are safe before you do something reckless like jumping off a cliff.”
She found herself biting back a laugh as she reached to snatch the blindfold. Veth made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat and motioned for her to turn. Zara grimaced but turned slightly, allowing her captor to place it over her eyes and tie it. She felt her face flush when he gently turned her and ensured her eyes were completely covered.
“I bet this is the easiest kidnapping you’ve ever conducted.”
“You are right, though you aren’t the first beautiful woman I’ve put a blindfold on. Now sit there like a good girl and we will be home soon enough.”
Shocked by his tone and words, Zara sat in silence instead of arguing. She told herself that it would never be home to her, just a temporary stop before she found her way back to the Jedi. She hoped that Anakin wasn’t causing too much trouble.
---
“THAT is why you sent her without me!? You knew that creep would follow her!”
“Calm down, Anakin.” Mace said for what felt like the hundredth time.
“How can I calm down? He TOOK her!”
“She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. There was no indication that she was harmed. He let her leave a message for Commander Cody.”
“Where is Commander Cody? He should be punished for leaving her alone in the first place.”
“Anakin Skywalker. You better watch your tone when you’re speaking to the council. I understand you care for your friend, but you need to recognize that we need to put our trust in her and her capabilities. You’re bordering on insulting with how little you believe in her.”
“Master Windu, I can’t agree with not sending someone to find her. To save her. We have no idea what that creep is doing to her.”
“We also don’t know where she is. Once we get intel on her location, we will send someone to retrieve her. Until then, you have missions that you must accomplish. The war has not stopped, and you have not been relieved of any of your responsibilities.”
Anakin sighed and deflated. He nodded at Mace and ran his hands down his face.
“You’re right, Master. Just.. please keep me updated on her while I’m gone.”
Mace nodded at him and watched him leave. Yoda turned to him once the door shut and shook his head.
“Troubled, that boy is.”
“Yes. I know him and Zara are close, but he is so reckless.”
“No different, Zara would be.”
“No but she would have at least said those things to me in private instead of the entire counsel.”
Yoda chuckled and nodded, reaching over to pat Maces hand a few times. It was unspoken, but Master Windu was just as worried about his former Padawan as Anakin was, especially if the reports about Darth Veth were true.
---
Zara hated not having some semblance of control. It was why she preferred not to fight. No one could ever predict every move someone else would make. Words were easier for her to predict. So, stumbling through the snow without being able to see was not her idea of a good time.
“We’re almost there, darling.”
“I really wish you’d stop calling me that.”
“Would you prefer princess? Love? I’m sure I could find sweet pet names to find out in different languages if that is what you would enjoy.”
Zara stopped moving, turning to where she thought the man was and tried to glare.
“Fine. Stick with darling.”
He chuckled and gripped her arm a little tighter. He wasn’t hurting her, not that he even remotely wanted to. When she had stumbled a few times, he felt bad at how petrified she was at not being able to see. He had offered to carry her but that didn’t help the fear that was basically seeping from her pores.
When her teeth started chattering, he finally gave in and scooped her up. She gasped out of surprise and started to protest. She silenced when he shushed her and tentatively held onto him, afraid of being dropped.
“It’s quicker this way. Need to get you inside before you freeze to death.”
“Well, I wouldn’t run away would I.”
He chuckled and tightened his grip on her, picking up his pace. Within a few minutes he spotted their destination and got her inside. He deposited her gently on his couch and pulled the blindfold off.
“Get your boots off. You aren’t dressed for the cold and you don’t want to lose toes because of it.”
She hesitated, taking in her surroundings but eventually pulled them off, setting them neatly by her. Veth looked at her as he was taking off his heavy jacket and boots.
“You don’t need to sit there. You can explore.”
She stood warily, wincing at the feeling returning to her feet. She walked throughout the main living space and noticed how simple it was. She half expected a home more industrial and extravagant. It didn’t scream Sith Lord to her.
Making her way down the hallway, she looked into each room. She was surprised to see that there were two bedrooms and a fairly large refresher. The last room she came to actually intrigued her enough to walk in. Every wall was covered from floor to ceiling in books and holocrons.
“I figured this would be the room I’d find you in.”
Zara glanced over her shoulder and wrapped her arms around herself. Veth walked in and stood next to her.
“You are welcome to read anything in here. I would have brought some of the texts from our meeting spot but figured they’d just be another weapon for you to use against me.”
“I wouldn’t risk destroying history like that.”
“Then I trust you all the more in my personal library. I have placed warm clothes in the refresher. Take your time as this planet has no water restrictions or issues. I will be making some food to eat. Come find me when you are done.”
He went to walk out but Zara reached out and touched his arm lightly, recoiling as soon as she did.
“Why.. why am I here?”
“Are you asking that or asking why you aren’t shackled and bleeding?”
“I guess I’m asking both.”
“Go shower. I will answer all questions within reason when you are done.”
---
Zara stepped out of the shower and wiped at the mirror in front of her. She considered braiding her hair but with the cold she needed it to dry as soon as possible. She looked down at the counter and saw that there was a brush. With a shrug she picked it up and worked it through her hair.
It had gotten much longer than she usually let it grow. When she was younger, she kept it short to keep it out of her face but now it was down to her mid back. She ran her fingers across the short side she had cut and thought of Anakin. He had dared her to do it thinking she would care too much about her hair. She had laughed so hard when she saw the expression on his face when she cut the portion.
She wondered how Anakin was. It wasn’t abnormal not to talk to him for days at a time, but now she didn’t even have the capability to. He was her best friend and the idea of not seeing him again brought a pain to her chest she had never felt before.
Zara shook her head, trying to will away the negative thoughts. Instead, she focused on the bright color of her hair. It had been another dare of Anakin. He thought Mace would be furious with her but instead he had given her a soft smile and a nod, letting her know it fit her. Master Windu always wanted her to be herself in a way that fit the code. Her appearance didn’t matter as long as she lived the code and was proud of being a Jedi.
She looked down at the clothes and frown. They were most definitely the Sith’s robes. She considered putting her own back on, but he was right; it was cold. Once she was dressed in the black robes that were just slightly too big for her, she hung her towel up and went back out to the main living area.
“Ah, hello there. I hope your shower was enjoyable.”
She nodded, not having the energy to argue with him anymore. He motioned for the table that already had food waiting for her. She sat down gently and looked at the food.
“Stars, I know I’m not a great cook, but it isn’t enough to be sad over.”
When she didn’t look up at him, he sighed and sat next to her, digging into his own food. She eventually picked up her utensils and started eating. It was warm and well-seasoned, but it did little to improve her mood.
“Lord Veth, why am I here?”
He used his napkin to pat at his mouth before sitting back in his chair. It struck her as odd at how sophisticated he was, again. It went against everything that she had been taught about the Sith and how they lived their life.
“I promised you answers. I will give you as many as I can. Then you can be informed if you want to fight against your captivity or not.”
He took a drink of the wine in front of him before crossing on leg over the other.
“I first heard of you when you started your missions with the Skywalker boy.”
“You’ve called him Ani. Why?”
“I’ll get there, my dear. I was tasked with observing you and finding a way to get you away from him. You see, my Master desperately wants the boy. He has plans for him. He doesn’t think that he will stray from the Jedi as long as you are around him. You’re a rather calming presence for him just as much as he challenges you to come out of your shell.”
“He’s my best friend.”
Zara felt her chest tighten again at the thought of Anakin and the vulnerability she was showing.
“Without you around he can fulfill the role my Master expects of him. I was given the option to just kill you but the more I learned of you the more I saw how much of a waste that would be. You’re a strong Jedi and an even smarter woman. You care deeply for those around you regardless of it being a stretch in the code you swore yourself to.”
“That doesn’t explain how you know Anakin.”
“I was with Qui Gon when he found him.”
“You?”
He chuckled and nodded, brushing his hair back out of his face.
“Yes. I went by an entirely different name back then, but I was there.”
Zara furrowed her brow and tried to figure out who he possibly could be. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried desperately to pull up the memory.
“Master Windu told me of a padawan Master Jinn had. He died though so he took on Anakin.”
“I did not die. I’m sure he thought I did with the fiery explosion. My Masters other apprentice found me barely clinging to life. The Jedi never even looked for me.”
“That’s.. terrible. I am so very sorry that they didn’t.. there had to have been a reason they didn’t-”
Zara sat up straighter when anger flashed across the man’s face. His eyes seemed even more dangerous and for the first time she didn’t feel safe around him. She stood up and he followed, backing her against the wall. He caged her in by placing his hands on each side of her head.
“Do not mistake my civility as us being friends, Jedi. I will treat you as my guest, but I will not have the betrayal they put me through excused or brushed off by anyone. Is that understood?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
He stood up, taking his hands from the wall and tracing his finger across her jaw gently with a feral smile. She looked up at him trying to steel herself against him. She had almost let herself forget that he was a dangerous Sith keeping her captive.
“Why don’t you finish eating then we can talk more. Like I said earlier, there is much I wish to learn about you.”
---
Zara sat curled up on the end of the couch, trying to keep warm. Regardless of what she was wearing, she couldn’t seem to shake the cold. Her previous thoughts of hating the heat were coming back to haunt her. She jumped when she felt something rest against her shoulders until she saw the Sith was laying a thick blanket across her.
“Uh, thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, my dear.”
He sat down next to her, far enough away that they weren’t touching.
“It unfortunately gets very cold at night here.”
“Where are we, Hoth?”
“No, but a planet very similar.”
“Stars how do you deal with it?”
“I manage.”
She pulled the blanket tighter around herself and shivered.
“May I ask you what your name was before?”
“You may. However, for every question I answer you need to answer two of mine.”
“Two? How is that fair?”
“Who said anything about fair?”
She looked over at him and scowled at his sly grin. She turned so she was facing him more with her knees pulled up to her chest. He was already turned slightly to the side with his legs spread apart and his arm thrown over the back of the couch.
“Fine. What was your name.”
“Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
“Obi.. wow.”
“You know the name?”
“I do. Master Jinn spoke of you often while Anakin and I were training.”
He rolled his jaw before forcing the emotion to fall from his face. He was smiling again before she even could comprehend that he had been upset.
“What planet are you from?”
“Alderaan.”
“Good family?”
“The best. Wonderful parents. Well off. Supportive in my quest to become a Jedi.”
“Interesting. That explains your education and manners.”
She shrugged and smiled softly.
“Can I assume you’re from Coruscant?”
“No. I don’t really remember though I was very young when I went there. Thus, the accent.”
“Makes sense. The Jedi usually take in children at a young age.”
“You mean steal them.”
Not wanting to anger him more, she fell silent.
“Were you at the temple before Anakin?”
“Yes. Not very long though. Maybe a week or two if I remember correctly.”
“Then I just missed you it seems.”
She nodded and shivered again.
“What is the extent of your relationship with Skywalker?”
Her head shot up at that question. She looked him directly in his eyes and saw a cautious curiosity.
“I’ve told you. He’s my best friend.”
“It seems deeper than that. He was positively furious when I called you darling.”
“He’s.. protective. He had to leave his mother and I was the first person he truly connected to after that. Master Windu worried he was corrupting me but there were many times he kept me sane.”
“Explain more, please.”
She smirked and shook her head.
“You’re being awfully careful not to ask another question.”
“Trying to play by the rules, my dear.”
She chuckled and played with the edge of the blanket.
“I think maybe if there hadn’t been a code, we would have grown closer.”
“So, you turned him down.”
“Not necessarily. It’s not like we talked about it. We just knew it wasn’t what the Jedi would need from us. Have you ever been in love?”
“Yes.”
She decided not to press him more when his answer was clipped. She lowered her eyes and chewed on her bottom lip again.
“Do you love Anakin?”
“I.. I’ve never let myself love anyone. My destiny is to be a Jedi Master. I won’t let anything deter that.”
“Interesting. So, you don’t indulge in physical pleasure?”
She snorted and he raised his eyebrows in response.
“I’m not a prude. I just don’t let myself feel possessive or attached to them.”
“So, why not with Anakin then? You two are already close.”
She shrugged and laughed, her face feeling warm.
“Doesn’t really need to be thought about. It didn’t happen and won’t.”
“You’re rather open with me. Not what I expected considering who your Master was.”
“I would rather give you this information willingly in a way that I can benefit from it. Considering what the alternative is I think it’s safer that way.”
He chuckled and carded his hand through his hair again.
“You are wise beyond your years, darling. I do wonder why you were so willing to tell me about Anakin though. You know he is in danger.”
“Nothing that I told you is anything you couldn’t have found out just by watching us. You actually probably would have assumed there was more to it. I know the counsel did many times.”
Zara let out a yawn, trying to cover her face as she did. Veth chuckled and stood, motioning for her to lay down on the couch.
“There is a spare room, but it is much warmer out here. I’ll check on the fire throughout the night.”
She curled up and made sure the blanket was wrapped tightly around her. He added more wood to the fire and dusted his hands off as he stood up. He paused at the doorway and looked at the sleepy Jedi on his couch.
“Goodnight, Zara.”
“Goodnight, Lord Veth.”
“You can call me Obi Wan, if you’d prefer.”
“I thought we weren’t friends, Obi Wan?”
“You’re starting to grow on me a bit, darling.”
With a smirk he left, leaving her even more confused than the first time she met him. Zara was terrified of the situation she was in but knew she had to play his game. As she drifted to sleep, she worried about her best friend and what they could possibly want from him. She had to find a way to warn him and protect him.
“Zara. Zara dear, you need to wake up. Come on, sweetheart.”
She woke with a gasp and looked around, unaware of where she was. She jumped when she realized Obi Wan was kneeling by the couch with his hand on her shoulder. He looked worried; his hair still disheveled from sleeping.
“W-what? What is it?”
“You were crying out in your sleep. Gave me a terrible fright when I heard you. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m f-fine. Sorry. Sorry for startling you.”
“What was wrong?”
“I just.. I have nightmares. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t let me keep you up.”
She sat up, pulling away from his touch. He stood and moved to the fire, tending to it like he had been doing it his entire life. She watched him as she worked on controlling her breathing. Although nightmares weren’t new to her, being woken by someone she didn’t know was. She felt ashamed and embarrassed that he had heard her crying.
“Tell me, darling, do the Jedi know of your nightmares?”
“It’s hard to find one of us who doesn’t have them. War never really leaves us.”
“You’re fighting against a droid army.”
“We don’t use droids to fight.”
Her voice was harsh and clipped, surprising Obi Wan. He walked to her, stopping only to kneel in front of her on the floor. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her and watched him with unease.
“You really do care about your clones, don’t you?”
“They’re people. Living breathing people. Their history or how they came to life doesn’t concern me. What concerns me is-“
“Stars, Zara, they’re just clones. More can be made.”
“You sound like Senator Palpatine. So high and mighty that you have no regard for life. Even now you play games with me, dangling the idea of my death over my head. You’re no better than a bored loth cat playing with a mouse.”
“Are you comparing yourself to a rodent?”
He smirked and it infuriated Zara. She snarled and tried to get up, wanting space between the two of them. Before she could even fully try, Obi Wans hands shot out and grabbed her thighs tightly, keeping her in place.
“No, Lord Veth, I am comparing you to a predator with absolutely no humanity. Your tricks will not work on me. You may have been a Jedi once, but it is clear as day that you are no longer harboring any shred of light in you. Go ahead and pretend that you’re civil and sophisticated while you keep me prisoner on this despot of a planet. It doesn’t matter how kind or human you pretend to be. You’re nothing short of a monster. You’ll never be able to hide the evil coursing through you when it burns so brightly through your eyes.”
Zara held back a wince as his grip tightened on her legs. The normal playfulness that he usually held on his face was long gone. The more she spoke, the angrier he became.
“There she is. There is the conceited Jedi I knew had to have been in there. I saved your life, little knight. I spared your men knowing that it would harm you to wipe them out. I let you stay awake and conscious of what was happening. I gave you my clothes to wear so you would be warm and let you know parts of me that I didn’t need to divulge. Without me, you would be dead along with your entire regiment.”
“How do I even know a single thing you’ve said to me is true? Sith lie.”
“Now you question my integrity? When have you discovered anything I have said to you is a lie?”
“It all has to be a lie! Why would anyone that follows the dark want Anakin? He is a good man. He is devoted to those he loves and the family he has created within the order. He would never fall to the dark side. He wouldn’t do that to them. He wouldn’t do that to-“
“To what? Or were you going to say to who? He wouldn’t do that to you. Is that what you were going to say? Hmm?”
When Zara fell silent Obi Wan laughed out darkly.
“My dear, pull the right strings and anyone could fall to the dark. He has a weakness, and it is you.”
“It’s not like that with me!”
“Does he know that? You see, I have been in love before and it didn’t matter how far away I ended up from her. It never went away. Even once I heard of her death, I still mourned her and the love we could have shared if I had just let myself fall.”
She shook her head quickly.
“He will do what our master’s ask of us. He will help win this war and-“
“Now who is the liar, Zara? I’ve heard some doozies coming from the lips of Jedi, but I have never heard someone so willing to lie when the truth is right in their face. The fall of Anakin Skywalker has already begun. Your absence, regardless of what is causing it, is going to make him desperate. He will do anything to either get you back or avenge you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m wrong.”
Zara opened her mouth to argue but quickly shut it.
“That’s what I thought.”
He released her legs and stood, looking down at her with anger.
“Get some rest. Lack of sleep makes you ungrateful and it’s not a good look.”
Once he was in his room, punctuated by a slam of his door, Zara finally let her tears fall. She wanted to talk to Master Windu to get clarity. She needed to hear that Veth, Obi Wan, whoever he was, was wrong. Feeling hopeless and helpless wasn’t something she was accustomed to and it was tearing her to shreds.
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