#you bet Anakin would throw hands

[fanfic-obsessed]

Mace has had enough

Here’s another funny one to go with my Anidala subtlety idea. Specifically that half the temple has a bet on when Mace Windu finally snaps. This man has been dealing with too many people’s shenanigans and deserves to chew a few people out. 

When Padme Amidala opened her front door, she was not expecting the two Jedi on her doorstep. Anakin had just left for his own meetings, so seeing him being dragged by his collar by Jedi Master Mace Windu was a bit of a surprise. 

The bald Master pushed his way into the apartment, dragging Anakin with him. He forced Anakin to sit on her couch with a dark growl. He then turned enraged eyes on her, “Padme Amidala, sit down next to you husband.”

She sat, even as Anakin tried to splutter denials.  

Mace Windu glared at them for a full three minutes until Anakin fell silent, “Yes I know you’re married. The entire Kriffing Order knows you’re married. Jon Antilles, himself, came back from the dead just to pout at not getting to attend a Noobian wedding party. I’m here to tell you if you kriffing dare to get married in the Jedi tradition without at least inviting your force damned former Master, I will make it my mission to sabotage every drop of caff either of you will ever have access to.”

Padme felt herself gape and from the corner of her eye she saw Anakin do the same.

Windu sank onto one of Padme’s chairs, rubbing his temple like he had a headache. “If I have to spend another afternoon trying to convince Obi Wan Kenobi that your actions are not, in fact, your way of telling him to get out of your life, I am going kill all of you. Honestly, like you have the ability to be that subtle.”

Anakin jerked forward, almost standing before a glare from Master Windu had him remaining in his seat “Wha…Why? Why would Obi Wan think that?”

Padme wondered if Master Windu would teach her his unimpressed glare, with that she might actually be able to get something done in the Senate.

“You mean besides your refusal to share your wedding photos with him, or even acknowledge that you are married, shutting down his every attempt to throw you a party to celebrate your relationship with the Senator, and now not letting him tell you about his own engagement so that he can ask you to stand witness?” The Master growled. 

“Obi Wan’s engaged?” Anakin yelped.

This was apparently not the right answer as Master Windu growled again. 

“I was not aware that Jedi could get married.” Padme said carefully, hoping to keep the Korun Master from attacking her husband. 

Master Windu snorted, “Anyone can get married, it’s the legality and consequences that vary. As a whole we prefer that a Jedi have at least passed their knight trials, because Padawans are still considered children in Jedi culture, but we have had a handful of Senior Padawans that married with their Master permission. And personally I would have preferred that Skywalker not have married one of the only senators that is consistently Pro Jedi, because that makes more work for everyone.” His face twisted thoughtfully, “By the way, Senator Amidala, don’t let me forget to give you the chat code for the ‘what the kark do they mean, will of the Force?’. It’s a support group for Force nulls whose partners are force sensitive. Also a Jedi Shadow will also be stopping by to make sure we have an evac plan on file for you, and that you have the emergency line for the Temple and code words handy. The healers will be in touch to get a baseline for you, then discuss the realities of potential pregnancy with you and Skywalker and options if you want to either prevent or ensure having children. If you two decide to go forward with Marriage Bond Ritual, it is also the healers that handle much of that process.”

Anakin threw up his hands, “Why didn’t anyone tell me that Jedi could get married?”

Master Windu blinked at Anakin, now looking just a bit concerned. “Skywalker, you were at Knight Bing’s wedding to Madam Geller when you were 12. You bombarded me with questions about their marriage and if that means that she would move into the temple. Should you two decide to, you certainly can contact the Quartermaster to see about a set of rooms. There are far too many empty suites in the temple these days.”

Anakin’s face twisted, “I kind of remember that, but it is really faint. Like it is a half dream.”

Master Windu hmphed, “I would go see the healers when you go back to the temple, could be that you were hit with something weird that is messing with your memories. Has anything else seemed different?”

Anakin looked like he was thinking about it but Padme was struck with how casual Master Windu was about memory loss, “Why aren’t you more concerned?”

The small smile that spread on Master Windu’s face was likely supposed to be comforting. “The Force is karking weird at times. Temples where Force Sensitives once lived and studied the Force, no matter the sect, are even weirder. If you don’t accept the fact that you will end up possessed, with missing memories, switching consciousness with other Jedi, thinking you have been transformed into a small tooka, or actually being transformed into a small tooka you will end up with a psychotic break.” Padme was not sure what face she was making but whatever it was caused Master Windu to bark out a laugh, “We’re careful around outsiders, because you never know when someone is going to freak out or use some piece of information against us, but you’re not an outsider any more. You married in, as it were. Now come on, from the look on your face, Skywalker has forgotten more than we thought and we should get him to the healers. Plus then Obi Wan can actually say the words to ask Skywalker to Bear Witness.”

Pade actually stands, then something occurs to her “Wait…Evac plan?”

Master Windu nodded, “Everyone in the Temple is very aware that the Jedi are not well regarded in many places, including here on Coruscant. The beings we share our lives with are in as much, if not more danger, to some being with a grudge and the wrong kind of power. We try to have a plan for anyone who works or lives out of the temple, just in case.”

The three go to the Jedi Temple and Padme sees the parts that never had before. She had been to the public parts of the temple, with its austere serenity full of Jedi who spoke softly and calmly to each other. Within those public spaces were the public Archives, the Council Chambers and the Halls of Healing. Master Windu insists that Anakin be dropped off at the Halls of Healing and that the Master would escort Padme to his and Obi Wan’s quarters, while Anakin would meet them there.

She considered herself a good judge of character and body language, but she had never guessed that there was anything beyond that. But now she passed through a door into a cacophony.  There was one corridor absolutely covered in pain, both wet and dried, with clones and Jedi of all ages slipping and throwing paint at each other. 

“That paint fight has been going on for almost 150 years.” Master Windu commented with amusement, “There is always someone throwing paint around.”

She had never known that Jedi could be as loud as they were, but it was almost heartbreaking when Master Windu murmured that he had never heard the temple be this silent.

They arrived at Obi Wan and Anakin’s apartment and Master Windu punched the code to open the door to a sitting room. Obi Wan and a clone that it took Padme a moment, and a glance at his face, to recognize as Commander Cody were entwined on the couch. It looked like they had been taking a rare moment to nap, or start to. 

Obi Wan’s head came up from where it was resting on Cody’s chest, “Mace? What’s going…” His voice was the kind of muzzy that came from being half asleep when he caught sight of Padme. She watched as he tensed and sat up, Cody doing the same. They did not try to separate, but some of the ease in both of them drained away. She was surprised how much that ached, even as she was self aware enough to know that she had caused the distance between them.  “Mace, what did you do?”

“Got your idiot child to sit down and listen. He’s with the healers right now.”

Obi Wan looked faintly alarmed, “Did you actually break a bone to get him to sit still?”

Master Windu shook his head, “His memories seem to be a bit spotty, he couldn’t remember that Jedi can and do get married.”

Just like Master Windu, Obi Wan took the news with less concern than Padme thought warranted. 

From there, the Healers discover that Palpatine has been manipulating Anakin’s mind for years. This sparks a bit more horror, but partial possession by a Sith (or Sith object) is on the Mission Result Bingo and the drop down for reports for a reason.  This sparks a memory of Cody’s wherere Fox was complaining about his own memory loss. They manage to get the Coruscant Guard into the Temple (by infecting them with a miserable but survivable illness that required the Force to treat. The Jedi were very apologetic but they had no idea how else to get the Guard away from the Senate without raising suspicion) and Scans reveal both the Chips and Palptaines’ continued  mental manipulation of the guard. Once the Guard (and assorted others that the Guard wanted with them) are in the temple the Jedi make all kinds of excuses why they cannot go back to the Rotunda. After the chips are found and Fox realizes that the Jedi want him to get some actual sleep, he wholeheartedly agrees. 

It is decided that with the news that Palpatine is a Sith Lord that the situation on Coruscant is about to become untenable. One of the things that the Jedi carefully kept from ‘Outsiders’ is that the Jedi Temple is a Massive City sized ship, whose levels go all the way down to the surface of Coruscant. They spend two day evacuating everyone that is Jedi and Jedi Adjacent, on Coruscant to the temple. At the same time they evacuated the Clones off Kamino. On the various GAR ships the natborn officers that did not want to leave with them were left a single cruiser (parked at a location that every ship in the GAR could get to within two days) whose hyperspace and communication abilities would return after a single tenday. The GAR then went and picked up various Jedi and Corps throughout the galaxy. Then, barring a single ship with two masters, the entire Temple ship takes off for wild space to meetup with the remainder of the GAR, the roaming Jedi, and the Corps (many clones also wanted to stay but it seemed like a bad idea considering they were all still chipped).  

Obi Wan and Mace Windu entered the Senate one last time. They do not point to Palpatine as the cause, they do not accuse him of treason, they do not accuse him of being Sith. There is no point, nothing that they have proof of is technically illegal. Instead they point out that the residents of every world that the Jedi and the Clones have set foot on in almost a year have told them to leave (mission that actually protected the populace instead of locations of strategic value ended pretty early in the war). Every single one, including Coruscant, has wished them ill. So the Jedi, and with them the clones, have decided they would abide by the wishes of the Galaxy and leave.

The two manage to leave before the uproar begins. They have people to get back too.

I am going to be honest, this came out more seriously than I intended.

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[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E10

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 10th | tuesday polys: threesomes WC: 0.7k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader, adara kubis (oc) WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus, fellatio | kinks: daddy, degradation, size | impact play: face slapping | implied: voyeurism | mentioned: stalking, cunnilingus | polyamory: threesome | unprotected sex | ball sucking | no y/n

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“Daddy? Can you wake up?” you whisper through the cracked door. No answer. You creep in, Adara trailing close behind. There’s a groan, and a shift in sheets in the dim light.

His lazy and questioning hum sends your insides into a frenzy at the notion he may be displeased. There’s many things Anakin Skywalker holds sacred, and one of them is his strict sleeping schedule. He’s very attached to his health.

“We heard something outside.” she tells him, as if to justify rudely inviting yourselves into his room.

“Yeah, we did.” you agree, concern shining through in your voice as your approach the edge of his bed. “Can you go check? Please?”

“Mhm, what if someone’s trying to spy on us?” she adds, and stands behind you, resting her hands on your shoulder to incline into your side, pressing your bodies together. Cold from the night air, your skimpy pajamas did nothing to protect your temperature, and you cuddled into her to preserve it. A groan of distaste spills from his lips, picking himself up to throw the blankets off his legs. A clear erection now in your view, covered only by his short boxers. The hemline ending at thighs you wish to be trapped in between right now.

His bare feet pad against the hardwood when he swings his legs over to straighten from his seat. Toned arms reach overhead as he stretches, and you drink in the length of his torso, and the way his muscles flex under his perfect skin. A certain level of need overtakes you, especially when faced with his tired attitude and his willingness to protect his girls from would-be perverts.

He says nothing, and the two of you follow him like lost pups. The cords of his back ripple as he walks and rolls his shoulder blades. Briefly, you share a knowing look with your companion as he steps out of the door to check on the supposed noise you witnessed.

“Filthy fucking liars.” Anakin hisses, his swollen dick strangled by your greedy hole. It slurps him up regardless of how hard he’s thrusting, hard enough to snap against the red flesh of your backside.

“No! P- promise!” you blubber, arched backwards by his infallible grip on your elbows, yanking you into him.

Adara’s no help in the matter, positioned underneath the two of you to take her part of the discipline. Her soft lips wrapped around Anakin’s ballsack, sucking them into her mouth as he fucks you.

“Woke me up. Made me get out of bed for nothing.” he seethes. He clenches his jaw as she laps at a particularly sensitive spot, and he propels you forward as he recoils. His severe scowl turns to her, “The fuck are you doing?” he questions, punctuated with a sharp slap to her cheek. She unlatches, and her agape mouth becomes an opportunity, seized by plunging his cock down her throat. She tastes your fluids on her tongue, obediently bobbing her head as you receive a break, breathing hard. “Least you girls could do is make it worth my fucking time. C’mere,” his harsh orders thrill you to no end, your hole fluttering through emptiness as he directs you to him, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Wet tongue laps at your pliant mouth, as he lazily rolls his hips, lodging his tip into the back of her throat to create the filthiest sounds. “I’d stalk you girls too,” he murmurs against your lips, “bet you’d eat each other out to it. Give me a show through the window.”

You whine in response, and he whirls you around, situating you. He pulls out from her faithful mouth, clumsily replacing his head to your folds to seek out the give. Instinctively, you rock back, fast-tracking it.

He sinks in with a sigh of relief. “You get horny when you’re watched. You love the house cameras catching your every move.” he degrades, his large hand cupping the back of your neck— nearly around— to pin you and draw you back into him, resetting that violent pace. “Admit it. Admit you dragged me out of bed to get fucked.”

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[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 22

anakin x reader

a/n: ok big news in this chapter….ngl it’s kinda long and wordy, but i wanted it to b that way- hopefully it’s not too hard to understand eeek- i also just wanna thank all of u for reading :)

it’s time to go home, but is it even home anymore?

warnings: cursing, alcohol abuse, hospitals, self hatred, depressive thoughts, existential news

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Anakin was finally being released from the hospital today and everyone was relieved. Though as the week progressed he became increasingly hostile with the staff. 

He was just ready to be home and be alone (relatively). 

Earlier in the week you had explained everything to him- what you felt, what you expected, and what you wanted to make this work.

Surprisingly he was quite compliant with your wishes which gave you great relief- you really did want him to better himself. 

His desire to be with you was insanely strong and he made sure you were serious when you said you would allow him back into your life several times.

He wasn’t going to mess up this time. 

Over the rest of the time there the two of you spent more time together having actual conversations and even laughing with each other again.

He was far sweeter to you and everything seemed to be going well; though he did need to work on how he treated others. 

For example…Today he was throwing a fit because he finally noticed his prosthetics weren’t in the room. 

“Where the fuck are my legs, its been a week, I want them back” he barked at one of the nurses who only came in to change his catheter. 

“Ben took them back to your place, he said you wouldn’t be needing them anytime soon and plus he didn’t want you to overexert yourself by attempting to walk around.” you interjected before the nurse could explain. 

She nodded at your explanation,

“What about my arms? Or would that be too much too?” he rudely remarked. 

“We have had to administer you lots of IV fluids, so your arms are pretty bruised from the needles. It would not be the most pleasant experience to wear your prosthetics at this moment-”

“But I can wear them?” he confirmed.

“Well, yes. But-”

“Anakin,” you snapped.

He turned his towards you to see you eyes glaring with warning as if to say “give it a rest”.

He sighed and left the topic alone, “nevermind, just do what you have to do”. 

The nurse finished up her duties and not long after the primary doctor that had been checking up on Anakin the last few days came in before the discharge.

“Good morning Mr. Skywalker, I bet you’re ready to go home” she greeted. 

“You have no idea,” Anakin responded. 

“Alright, I’ll try to get you out of here as quickly as I can- but before you go, some of your labs came back this morning and…we have some unfortunate news” the doctor with the clipboard in her hand said solemnly. 

“What is it?” Anakin asked, his excitement for going home subsiding momentarily. 

“There is no treatment we could give to postpone the process… but we just wanted to let you k-“

“what is it” Anakin demanded.

“Your liver is failing”

Your stomach dropped.

“it’s fatal”

You let a small, “What?” slip and the doctor diverted her attention towards you. 

“Yes, unfortunately there is nothing we can do other than put him on the donors list, but that is not a guarantee…”

You wanted to ask if there was anything else that you could do to slow the process, when Anakin asked;

“How long?”

“Well the list is quite long, bu-”

Anakin shook his head, “no- how long do I have?”

You could feel your heart racing… No.

Anakin couldn’t… This couldn’t be happening. 

You walked over to the small couch in the room and sat down- Anakin looked over to you with a worried look. 

“Are you alright, mam?” she asked, ready to intervene if there was an issue. 

“Yea, I’m fine” you assured, but Anakin wasn’t quite sold.

“y/n…” he called with a concerned expression.

In return you nodded, “I’m ok, Anakin, truly”.

You saw him glance down at your small bump before focusing his gaze back to the woman in the white coat. 

“Well, as you were asking earlier, it's really anywhere between 5 months to 2 years; it's really different for each case”.

“Is it almost guaranteed I will make it at least four more months?” Anakin asked. 

The doctor nodded, “most likely, if you maintain a healthy lifestyle and follow the prescribed orders, you should be just fine ‘til then''.

“Alright” Anakin sighed before looking over to you, “I just want to make sure I’ll be around to see our baby”. 

Your eyes widened ever so slightly; that was the first time he had ever referred to the child inside of you as “our”... plural.

Him and you.

This was his child and he was finally accepting it.

As much as that made your heart happy, he still needed to prove that he could be mature, show growth, and apologize for everything he had done… and you meant everything. 

“Of course Mr. Skywalker, just follow the hospital’s instructions and you should be able to meet your little one” the doctor gave a small smile before heading for the door. 

“Once again, I’m sorry that I had to be the bearer of bad news…and bad news so late… I wish the two of you the best”.

Soon, it was just you and Anakin again; the silence was deafening… Anakin was dying and he finally admitted that he was having a baby with you.

What were you going to do?

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The next few days were quite slow; you had been staying with Anakin to help him with anything he needed, but since he the news about his liver , he really hadn’t gotten out of bed. 

It seemed as if all of his desire to be (frustratingly) independent went out the window. 

He was definitely depressed. 

You really were only there to give him his medications, wash, use the restroom, and to prepare food for him. Other than those minimal tasks, you had nothing to do but worry about Anakin. 

He was uncharacteristically quiet; it wasn’t like he talked alot before, but he would at least make a quip or even complain about something…but he was giving you nothing.

You worried about what was going on inside his head- Ben had told you Anakin struggled with issues of self worth and unhealthy thoughts when he was feeling down.

Today was no different, you had helped him transfer to his chair so he could at least get out of his stuffy room for a moment while you tidied up, dusted, and changed the sheets. 

You came back out to start making lunch and saw that he had put on his arms when you weren’t watching- not that you wouldn’t have helped him. You sighed and chose to not address it (better to pick your battles). 

Anakin sat uncomfortably as you prepared lunch in the small kitchen; his arms were rubbing on his bruised stumps and the weight was making his arms ache. He should have just left them off. 

You set a plate in front of him before you went back to the kitchen to grab some of his medications. 

“I'll be back- I’m going to finish up in your room, alright?” you said; only eliciting a small hum from the man. 

He sat emotionlessly at the kitchen table with an untouched turkey sandwich. He was having difficulty grappling with his mortality and felt even worse because you were cooped up in his small ass apartment having to help him with everything. 

Once you finished in his room he asked to be taken back. You stole a glance at his plate still full of food. 

“Anakin, you have to eat” you sighed tiredly. 

“I’m not hungr-”

“Anakin you’ve said that the past three meals- you need to eat” 

He looked up at you; your head was in your hand and you massaged your temple with closed eyes. He was causing you distress- just like always…

“Sorry” he said quietly as he bit into the sandwich; he was going to finish this thing for you. He needed to try… for you.  

You thanked him for eating and followed him back to his room to help him back into bed. Before you could leave again, he asked for you to join him; just to have a moment off of your feet.

Of course you obliged 

It was an odd feeling being next to him again… you couldn’t remember the last time the two of you relaxed together at the house. It had to have been before the fight. 

Not long after you laid down, you couldn't help but cuddle up to him. It had been so long since you felt his comforting warmth- you missed it. 

For the first time in weeks you felt like the two of you may be able to be ok again. No matter Anakin’s health complications, you still wanted things between you to be restored to how they were (at least relatively). 

Maybe his liver complications were contributing to your desire to make amends- if something happened, you would have ended on bad terms (or at-least not on the terms you wanted).

His sadly apparent mortality was weighing on you; you needed to make sure he felt cared for and loved, if his life was coming to an end…

After around an hour of comfortable silence, he asked if you wanted to go to the living room and put on the TV.

As much as you would rather had stayed there with him, he probably asked to watch something to distract his existential mind. So without protest, you rose to your feet once more and helped him into his chair.

You took a seat in the recliner and he took a perch on the couch; some show he had been watching was on in the background as you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. 

Out of nowhere, Anakin spoke;

“I’m gonna fuck up that kid” 

“What?”

“If i even live to see ‘em…I just mess everything up, I don’t want to ruin that kid before they’ve even got a chance…”

“Anakin, you aren’t going to mess up the kid, what are you talking about?” you said, placing your phone down on the end table near the recliner. 

For a few moments Anakin was silent and still; he looked as if he were contemplating something. You debated going over to the couch to take a seat by him, but he began to speak, so you stayed put. 

“Why are you still here?” he asked, not in an accusing way, more like a desperate plea. 

“What do you mean?”

He huffed and turned his head to the side, “After everything that’s happened- everything i’ve done… why do you still stay?”.

Your face fell. 

Yes, he was absolutely awful to you and you shouldn’t blindly forgive him, but you knew why he was the way he was, and you could see his sincerity. It hurt your heart that he felt unworthy of love.

“Anakin…” you said softly, “look at me please?”.

He kept his head turned from you, “I-I cant”.

You sighed and got up to sit beside him on the couch. He flinched when you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I stay because I care for you… I still love you, Ani” you hadn’t said those words in a long time. 

He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Maker, he hated being vulnerable, but he couldn’t help the rush of emotions that took him over when you said those three words.

You heard him sniffle and began to rub his back. It was a hard thing to see; instead of a grown man, he seemed like a scared little boy; the way he tried to close himself off by shielding his body, his silent indications of tears… your heart broke just a little.

He had baggage, a fuck ton of it. But that didn’t mean you didn’t want to be there to help him lighten the load.

You rested your head on his shoulder and stayed like that for a moment trying to think about what you should say; when you finally had something, he had already turned towards you. 

His beautiful blue eyes brimmed with tears ready to fall, he bit his bottom lip, and his brows wavered as he drew them together.

He wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out. You reached out a tender hand to caress his flushed cheek but he backed away and shook his head.

“Ani…” you called. 

“W-Why do you want me?” he choked out.

After he said it his eyes widened and he drew his mouth into a thin line, as if acting like he didn’t say it would mean that he didn’t just vocalize his insecurities. 

“I don’t understand” 

He exhaled and slouched a little before looking at you again, “Why? Out of everyone in the world…..y/n- You could have anyone you wanted- someone whole.”

You knew he was referring to his emotional and physical state. 

“You are young, talented, beautiful, and kind… so incredibly kind. So, why me?”.

You tilted your head to the side with a endearing expression.

“Because I love you”

“I’m pathetic Y/N… I know it’s cliche as fuck for me to say this, but you’re too good for me.” he sniffled.

“People know I'm different, no matter how hard I try to look normal when I walk, or do daily tasks- They can tell I'm not the same. A-and the people who do know me and stick around, like Ben, Satine, Rex, Ahsoka-”

He paused to look at you and his tears spilled over.

“You.”

You knew he just needed to get his emotions out, so you refrained from interrupting him.

“I'm just an absolute asshole to, for no fuckin reason other than the fact that I hate myself and think that I’m just weighing you all down. Fuck! I’ve been weighing Ben and Snipps down since the accident and it only took me, what? Like three weeks? To go and bug you for help”.

He sobbed and rested his forehead in the palm of his mechanical hand. 

“I’m self destructive; I ruin my relationships, I waste everyone’s time and now, my behaviors are catching up with me- with my liver and it's no one's fault but my own. There is no one to blame except for myself, I couldn’t tear myself away from the goddamn bottle and now I'm gonna die from my own actions- not the bomb, not sustained injuries, but from drinking… I’M SO FUCKING STUPID!” he cried. 

“Anakin, you are not. You are human. And as much as I know you hate to admit it, you have emotions.” you finally spoke, as you resumed rubbing his back. 

“I-I can't do anything right-”

“I don’t need you to be perfect; no one is.”

Gently, you brushed a few stray strands of sandy locks out of his face; he still was looking forward at the wall.

“B-but me? Out of everyone-” he questioned with a pleading tone… he truly didn’t understand.

“I didn’t want anyone in the world. I just wanted you”

He pursed his lips into a thin line.

“I still just want you,” you admitted. 

His watery eyes widened as you placed a gentle hand on his damp cheek. 

“You need to be kinder to yourself. Addiction is hard, it's not just something you can will away and it’s not all your fault anakin. It's more complicated than that” you provided some insight to the man in front of you. 

“I-I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” he cried.

You drew him into your chest and the familiar weight of his polycarbonate arms wrapped loosely around your waist. 

“Shh, shh. It’s going to be alright Ani- We’ll all be here for you” you said, alluding to Ben, Ash, Satine, and yourself.

He whimpered as he tried to hold you tighter. 

“Everything is going to be alright…” you repeated, half trying to convince yourself too. 

“Everything is going to be alright…”

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a/n: alrightyyyy, this one was kinda everywhere- sorry!! i hope the angst isn’t getting too old lmfaooo

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[shadowmaat]

Mischief and Misinformation, part 2

(Part 1)

"Knight Kenobi!"

Obi-Wan turned to see a grinning Kit Fisto bearing down on him. His fellow Knight was a few years ahead of him in classes, and there were whispers he might be on track for the Council someday.

"Kit, I've been a Knight for two years, now," he smiled. "Throwing my title at me is getting a little old."

Kit laughed. "Says you!" He clapped a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Do you have time for a spar? Or do your Knightly duties call you away from your resounding defeat?"

"You wish, Fisto!" Chuckling, he glanced at his chrono. Anakin would be in classes for another two hours, which should leave him plenty of time.

"I think I have enough time to show an old man the dangers of hubris!"

"Old man!" Kit clutched his chest, bare beneath his outer robe. "I think you meant handsome! Or clever. Or-"

"Save that energy for the salle, Kit." Obi-Wan winked. "You're going to need it."

-

After working out the rules and going through their warmup stretches, they launched into the spar without too much preamble.

Kit's style was flashy, which made for a good distraction to the power behind the showmanship. He also had a more fluid sense of movement, which was something Obi-Wan found common among the aquatic and amphibious species.

They traded good-natured barbs as well as saber strikes, but then Kit seemed to shift gears.

"I wanted to say how sorry I was about what happened to you on Melidaan," he said, leaping over him to attempt a slash at his back.

Obi-Wan blocked it, frowning. "What?"

Had he been offworld recently? A few smaller mission, but nothing dangerous, not with Ani to consider. The name did ring a vague bell, though. He tried a leg sweep, which Kit avoided by flipping up to the wall and launching himself in another direction.

"I know Master Jinn was a highly-respectable Master, and his loss still ripples through the Temple-"

Kit reversed direction, scored a tap against Obi-Wan's arm, and got a tap of his own for his effort.

'-but leaving you alone in a war zone for a year is unconscionable!"

"What?" Obi-Wan repeated, blocking another swing. "What war zone? Wait- Melidaan..." Memory started to bubble forth, along with an uneasy sense of déjà vu.

"Have you been in so many wars you can't remember?"

Kit's tone should have been teasing, but there was a degree of worry mixed in as well.

"No, I remember." He hissed as Kit got in another strike on his leg. "But Melidaan... Qui-Gon didn't abandon me there, certainly not for a year. We were there maybe a tenday, and Qui-Gon remained in charge of the mission until it was safe for us to leave."

Between storms and bombing, there hadn't been a way off the planet. Qui-Gon's attempts at mediation had failed. Obi-Wan had done what he could for the victims of both sides- including a group of children- but in the end, and with Master Tahl's condition worsening, they'd taken the first opportunity to leave and dump the problem back in the Senate's lap.

"I'm relieved to hear that."

Kit made a move Obi-Wan couldn't quite track and scored a final hit to his shoulder.

"Solah." Disengaging his blade he rubbed his shoulder. "Where did you read about the Melidaan mission? This isn't the first time someone's come to me with a spacer tale version of my own life."

It was Kit's turn to frown. "The mission archives. I heard about-"

Obi-Wan's comm went off. It was Master Bear, Ani's ropework instructor.

"Ani threw up all over the nets and has been taken to the healer," the gruff voice of the Harchian Master said. "You'd best see to him."

The comm clicked off and Obi-Wan swore under his breath. The cafeteria had been serving custard yesterday and he'd bet his lightsaber that Ani's vomit was primarily blue.

Kit shook his head, rattling the bands on his ahwey. "This is why I'm never taking on a padawan," he said. "Go see to Ani. We can finish catching up later."

"Yes," Obi-Wan said, already striding for the exit. "I'd like to know what else the mission archives have to say about me."

As the doors closed he could hear Kit saying, "You aren't the only one."

#jedimindfic #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Kit Fisto

[rexscanonwife]

Some soft Kepler and Rex bonding!! 🥺Based on a bit from this short fic written by my talented and excellent best friend (under the cut!) @not-todd86! 

​As Brea entered the room with her padawan learner, Rex stood stiffly at attention, intensely aware of his rank in the chain of command, terrified of slipping up in a room full of his superiors. Brea shot him an irreverent salute, adding on a playful flourish of the wrist and a smirk, directly challenging Rex’s serious, uptight facade. Rex frowned; he didn’t understand why she couldn't take this all more seriously. If the Jedi Council found out, she’d be cast out of the order. As for him? Well, he wasn’t really sure WHAT would happen to him. Dishonorable discharge? Decommissioning? Best case scenario he’d be stripped of his rank and demoted. 

He watched her nervously from across the room as she conversed with some of the other generals in attendance. I really do love her… he thought hopelessly to himself. He wasn’t exactly sure to what extent she returned his affections, given that they’d only just started to open up about their feelings for each other over the past few months. He still had some reservations, and he hoped, perhaps, that Brea wasn’t foolish enough to throw away everything she’d worked for just for him. He knew his place. He wasn’t sure she knew, though. 

“You’re staring.” he heard a voice say next to him all of a sudden. He looked down. Kepler, Brea’s padawan, had been standing next to him the entire time, arms crossed. Rex suddenly felt a little embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed. He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. 

“Kepler…. Sh-shouldn’t you, er, be over next to Master Brea?” Rex prompted. Kepler shrugged. 

“Yeah, sure, probably.” 

 “I thought the whole point of this little soiree was for the Masters to show off their Padawans and swap war stories.” 

“What’s there to show? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly what you would call ‘impressive’, by anyone’s standards. Least of all the Jedi order.” Kepler replied bitterly. Rex’s expression shifted slightly; he looked troubled. 

“Master Brea didn’t say that to you, I’m sure.” 

“Well, no, but she doesn’t have to.” “Listen kid, I may not know much, but I do know that your Master believes the best of people. She thinks very highly of you; she knows you’ve got a lot of potential.” 

“Potential isn’t the same thing as skill, Captain. You know that. I mean, who would you rather have in a combat setting, me, or Ahsoka?” Kepler challenged him, gesturing across the room to where Anakin and Ahsoka were standing, holding a conversation with Master Plo. Ahsoka radiated confidence; she was lean, agile, and smart as a whip. She carried herself like a Jedi knight in the making. Kepler, on the other hand, looked perpetually as though he had just dragged himself out of bed and was fighting off the remnants of a particularly bad cold. 

“Um…” Rex said, trying to think of a way to not be rude. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Kepler sighed, looking slightly defeated, but not surprised. “Y’know, everybody keeps telling me that this is what I’m meant to do, but I’m not so sure… Do you ever feel like maybe the thing everyone tells you you’re supposed to be isn’t what you were really built for?” Rex pursed his lips; he wasn’t sure what to say to that. His eyes were drawn back towards Brea. She was talking politely with Master Windu. Rex focused in on the details of her face; her eyes, the way the light danced in them, her hair, framing her face in soft, loose waves, the way she smiled… 

“I was built to go to war. I don’t think I know any other way to be.” Rex replied sadly. Kepler looked him up and down. He followed Rex’s gaze, and frowned. 

 “I bet you’ve thought about it, though. I know she has.” Kepler replied. Rex could feel his chest seize up. His face flushed with red-hot embarrassment. 

“That’s, t-that’s not, I don’t--” 

“Look, I know you got a thing for her. I might be kind of a screw-up but I’m not stupid. Like I said before, you’ve been staring.” 

“Kepler--” Rex said in a warning tone, keenly aware of the fact that several prominent members of the Jedi council were within earshot of this conversation. 

“Oh, what, you’re worried about them? Yeah, nah, I wouldn’t. They’ve got bigger fish to fry. I mean, they still haven’t even noticed that Master Skywalker has been engaged in ‘aggressive negotiations’ with Senator Amidala for at least a couple a years now.” Kepler explained, rolling his eyes. Rex looked stricken. He could feel his cheeks turning bright red. 

“W-where did you hear--” Rex stammered, struggling to keep his voice even. 

“When everybody ignores you, you get real good at listening. And they’re not even good at hiding it.” Kepler replied flatly. They both lapsed into an intensely awkward silence. Finally, Rex cleared his throat. 

“Listen, Kepler, I dunno if this is a, er, appropriate conversation, for us, to be having….” 

 “Just… do me a favor, kay? You said it yourself. She sees the best in people. She’s nice to me. She tells me I’m good, even when I know I'm not. Just… please… don’t do anything to hurt her…” Kepler mumbled softly, gripping his sides. Rex’s expression softened. 

 “I would never. That’s a promise.” 

“You have to survive. For her sake. I know you think you’re just another soldier, but you know she doesn’t see you that way.” 

“I know…” Rex felt a pang in his chest. He forced a wry smile. “Y’know, kid, Ahsoka may be a model Padawan, anyone’s first choice in a combat setting, but you? You can read people. That’s not nothing. The power to observe, take in information; that’s a skill. Personally, I’m willing to bet you’re well ahead of some of these so-called Masters, at least in that regard.” He mused, ruffling Kepler’s hair. Kepler snickered quietly, lightly slapping Rex’s hand away. 

“It’s… nice, talking with you, Captain…” he said, sheepishly. Rex smiled warmly.

 “Call me Rex, kiddo.”  

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#artfarts #self insert #self ship #platonic self ship #familial self ship #is it right to tag this as self ship? i mean im not in the pic but i am in the fic i guess!! #star wars oc #padawan oc #captain rex #the clone wars #sghkg you guys ARE obligated to look at this!! #my sweet angel padawan being kind of a sadboy :'3 and rex being supportive!! #ive been wanting to post this for a little bit i love this little fic with all my heart!! #you gotta read ben's writing its so natural and witty like #the way he writes feels very clever if that makes sense #hes always had a great hold on dialogue #anyway im exhausted but ive been working on these things for a few days now #i just wanted yall to see Them

[legendssaga]

It's Uncle Wedge (Antilles)

@antilles-school-of-leadership inspired me to write this. Enjoy! Wedge hardly managed to catch a glimpse of the apartment's interior, let alone say "Hello" to Winter before two heavy weights smacked against his legs, and tiny arms stretched upward - demanding Uncle Wedge's full attention.

He threw a quick smile in Winter's direction, then scooped up four-year-old Jaina and, with considerable additional effort, her little brother, too. Luckily enough, Jacen wasn’t currently in sight - he would not have to face the embashment of no longer being able to lift all three kids at once.

"Look who we have here," he said, putting up a perplexed expression. "You two are looking all grown-up." Jaina rolled her eyes but giggled, whereas Anakin, oblivious to the exaggeration, swelled with pride. "Hey, you two. Where's your brother?"

Jaina sighed in almost terrifying exasperation. "Dunno. 'n I don't care."

Throwing a sideways glance at Winter, the woman clarified: "He spilled her milk at lunch. It was the last we had, and she hasn't been talking to him since, even though," Winter turned to the girl in question, "your brother immediately apologized and Anakin even gave you his milk so you wouldn't be sad."

"But I told him not to put his cup next to mine," Jaina pouted.

"And I told you not to have a snack before Wedge's here, and now look at you."

Jaina's eyes widened. "I didn't have a snack."

Wedge couldn't contain his laughter anymore. Obviously, Jaina had put considerable effort in hiding her rebellious behavior, but the tinge of blue from the tiny cream cakes had shaped an undeniable rim around the girl's lower lip. "Okay,” he suggested. “How about this: you go find out where Jacen is and forgive him for his little accident. And then we all meet at the living room for presents."

The lookout of having to apologize to Jacen had not been very convincing, but the prospect of presents surely had, relieving Wedge, luckily, of some weight.

"You don't happen to have a present for me, do you?" Winter asked quietly.

"Just my most humble and deepest respect. And some good ale we can share with Tycho when he's back."

"I don't even know what I like most."

Wedge raised an eyebrow. "I bet you do."

"Yeah, I do," Winter returned, and they both laughed.

Seconds later, the twins trotted into the living room, and Wedge settled Anakin on the couch to make space for his other nephew, now warmed up and just as energetic as his sister. "You've been gone forever," Jacen emphasized. "I missed you."

"I missed y'all too. But I thought of you while I was away," Wedge eased, finally retrieving the presents from his backpack, a little cage up top, inhabiting a tiny, purple beetle of a species with a complex name that had already gone past Wedge. However, that did not take away from Jacen's excitement. He knew exactly what it was, already scooting off to see if it'd eat from his hand if he tried. Anakin received a puzzle box that the vendor had insisted was way too difficult for toddlers, but by the way the kid's eyes lit up, Wedge knew he had made the right choice in ignoring the advice. Jaina's present, being the largest of all, came last.

"I had to sneak this by Admiral Ackbar, but I got just what you wanted-"

"The helmet!" Jaina squealed in delight. She'd often begged her father for a signed piece of pilot's gear from him. Solo had only begrudgingly revealed the request when Wedge had inquired what to possibly get for the kids.

"I didn't get to sign it yet, but if you hand me a marker —" Wedge remarked, watching the girl inspect her newest possession. Jaina halted.

"Why would you sign it?"

Wedge raised his eyebrows. "Shouldn't I? You said you wanted my signature on it."

Jaina giggled. "Not you. The one from Rogue Squadron. Wedge Antilles. "

Winter pressed her hand against her mouth to keep herself from laughing. She had long suspected that Jaina never concluded one of her mom's closest friends was the same impressive starfighter pilot she looked up to, but now her suspicions had been proven correct.

Utterly confused, Wedge asked "Jaina, what do you think I do for a living?"

"Piloting."

"Do you know which craft?"

"X-Wings," Jaina answered dutifully.

"Do you know what fighters Rogue Squadron uses?"

"X-Wings, usually," the girl turned her attention back to the helmet.

"So, I'm a pilot named Wedge Antilles, who pilots an X-Wing -"

"Yeah, but not in Rogue Squadron," Jaina returned with obvious impatience.

"Why not?"

"Because you're Uncle Wedge."

A puff of air interrupted the stunned silence, followed by a cough as Winter stifled her laugh.

"What about your Uncle Luke? You do know he's Luke Skywalker, right? The one who blew up the Death Star?"

"Uh-huh. Every kid knows that," Jaina said matter-of-factly.

"See? And I'm Uncle Wedge. Antilles. The one from Rogue Squadron." He rummaged in his back until he found the shirt bearing the insignia, presenting it to his niece-by-heart. Jaina's eyes widened.

"No way," she breathed.

"It's true," Winter came to Wedge's aid. "So if you do want a signature, now's your chance."

Wedge didn't know whether to laugh or to feel a cut in his ego when Jaina took a moment of consideration, then nodded eagerly, watching her Uncle with newfound admiration.

#wedge antilles #jaina solo #jacen solo #anakin solo #winter celchu #star wars legends #star wars expanded universe #randomlegendsthoughts

[yellow-faerie]

Star Wars request! #2 for the disaster lineage?

Yes absolutely. A brilliant choice of prompt there. I had a lot of fun with this once I finally decided what I was gonna write!

From this prompt list.

2 - "Take a tip from me - that plan never goes down well."

“Spring cleaning,” Anakin declares, throwing open the supplies closet in the apartment.

Ahsoka – partway through her Galactic Languages coursework – looks up curiously to see her master dragging out buckets and mops and dusters that look like they haven’t been touched in years.

Obi-Wan does not even blink, taking a sip of his tea and pressing a button on his datapad. “Anakin, if you want the apartment cleaned, ask one of the cleaning droids.”

“Nope, they’ll move my things. Now move your asses and come and help me.”

Ahsoka looks between her master brandishing a broom and Obi-Wan, scrolling through something. She’s somewhat unsure as to who’s side she is on: while she does not usually enjoy cleaning, it is not that often she gets to do something so simple with her master.

“Come on Snips, you’re with me here?” Anakin asks and uses his puppy dog eyes that Ahsoka doesn’t think anyone can actually resist.

She chooses her side.

“Yeah, I should leave some work to do with Barriss tomorrow anyway.” She scoops up the pads and flimsi and shoves the pile roughly into her school bag. “So where are we starting?”

Obi-Wan sighs, putting down his work to raise his eyebrow at Anakin. “Must we do this today?”

“Yes.” Anakin drops the pile of dusters on the table. “The droids mess up my things when they do it and it’s unfair on Snips to be sleeping in such a messy room.”

Ahsoka does not actually think the main room is that bad, actually, and her bed behind the partition is even tidier.

“It is not a mess,” Obi-Wan says but stands all the same. “However, if you are insistent, I suppose I should help you. After all, it wouldn’t do for you to break another of Master Qui-Gon’s plant pots: they were a gift from the last Queen of Gala.”

He sweeps his own work into his arms and disappears into his room to drop them off.

“He gave in much quicker than I thought he would,” Anakin admits quietly. Ahsoka smothers a giggle. “Usually he puts up much more of a fight.”

“I have learned my lesson, it appears,” Obi-Wan says, reappearing in the doorway. He shares a knowing smile with Ahsoka. “Padawan, take a tip from me – that plan never goes down well. Trying to stop Anakin while he’s on a cleaning rampage will only end up with you annoyed and cleaning as opposed to rather more genial.”

Ahsoka bows in mock reverence. “I shall remember to keep that in mind Master.”

“Oi, I’m right here guys.”

Obi-Wan pats Anakin’s arm gently as he passes to get one of the dusters. He hands it to Ahsoka. “If you pass this over the shelves and our little knickknacks, that would be wonderful my dear. I’ll clean up the kitchen and Anakin can vacuum.”

Ahsoka gently nudges Anakin across their training bond and says, aloud, “bet you’re regretting the cleaning now Skyguy, you got the worst job.”

“I think you’ll find, I like vacuuming.”

“You’re so weird, Skyguy.”

“You haven’t had to sit there while he eats bugs from the ground.”

“Ew! Why would you do that?”

“They’re nutritional.”

“But why would you eat them raw?”

“Why not?”

“Why not? I think you need to be checked over by a healer Master.”

“I took ‘im when he was ten. They gave him a clean bill of health.” Obi-Wan puts a hand on her shoulder. “Now, no more distractions – if we want to be done by tonight to go to Dex’s, we need to start now.”

#I love them they're so chaotic #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #Anakin Skywalker #The Clone Wars #Prequel Trilogy #Star Wars #Fanfiction #Fae's Fic #Fae's Stuff #Prompt #Prompt List 3 #Ask #hopefullystillliving

[singswan-springswan]

Faerie AU rambling

“You’re unbelievable. Cinna fôf cranthannen, Caleb! Why are you so stupid?”

Kanan scowled at the ground. He deserved the tongue-lashing—he really did. But thinking about his own recklessness was the last thing he wanted to do right now, given that a layer of his skin had been melted off his wrists. And his face.

“You’re one to talk.” He grumbled, tucking the raw, bubbling wounds against his sides. Kriffing iron.

The shackles clashed with a dull heaviness when Anakin kicked them away. His glare exceeded Kanan’s in intensity—which was saying a lot, because Kanan’s true gaze tended to set things on fire if he tried hard enough.

“I’m not the one sneaking into Theed every week just for visitation hours.”

Anakin grabbed Kanan’s elbow and yanked his arms back out. The friction burned, but it was an aftershock. And it would heal. Still, he wasn’t being gentle.

“That’s different.” Anakin snapped. He traced the damage with efficient eyes. “You know how careful we are. I can’t put my family at risk.” His grip tightened, much to Kanan’s annoyance. “This on the other hand is flatout stupidity.” As if the point needed to be stressed further, Anakin waved Kanan’s arm in front of his face, unapologetically accusatory. 

“Nothing Barris can’t fix.” Kanan huffed and pulled back.

“Dolcovn rhawpôg! You can’t keep relying on the healers every time Hunters jump you! What would have happened if I didn’t show up? Huh?”

The glamour came naturally to Kanan, after so many years living with it in place. It wasn’t hard to stretch the illusion around his burns. As much as Anakin annoyed him, he didn’t want the older fae fussing anymore than necessary. Anakin usually calmed down if the problem was out of sight.

“I would have handled it.”

“Really?” Anakin grabbed one of Kanan’s horns and swung him around to face the clearing, despite his snarl of protest. “Yeah, I bet.”

The bodies of Kanan’s attackers lay strewn about in various states of disassembly. It was hard to tell how many there had been, between all the wreckage and pieces, but Kanan could see enough to know he’d been grossly outmatched. These Hunters must have known how powerful he was, and in what ways. They’d come precisely prepared to take him down. Admittedly, if Anakin hadn’t swooped in at the last second, Kanan would be dead. He’d come away injured as it was. At least the blindfold hadn’t been iron. Kanan quite fancied seeing, thank you.

“Whatever.” He shoved Anakin off and turned away. If he started now, he might find Barris before nightfall.

Anakin dropped the idea of sticking around. He trooped after Kanan as they dissolved into the treeline, leaving the massacre behind for the birds to pick through. Those Hunters had been asking for it. “You’re really going to make me guess?” 

“Guess away.” Kanan had no intention of saying why the Hunters were able to track and subdue him so well, especially not to Anakin, who was certain to throw a fit about it. The woman just… seemed so nice. And she knew how to have a good time. And Kanan might have been a bit too reckless, a bit too forward telling her about himself, and he really should have known better than to trust her. It didn’t matter anyway. Anakin already cooked the heart inside her chest.

“Human women aren’t toys.” Anakin scoffed in disbelief. Sometimes he was too intuitive for his own good.

Kanan scowled in defeat.

“They’re smarter than you give them credit for.”

“You would know.”

“Don’t bring Padme into this. She’s proven herself countless times—”

“She’s still human.”

“That’s not the point!” Anakin’s midnight skin glowed for a moment, and speckled constellations poured down his cheeks: a mild outburst. Any ordinary mortal might have trembled at the sight. Kanan only rolled his eyes.

“Look, you can’t give your Name to any woman you meet. It’s not a game for the rest of us.”

“Obi-wan would be proud to hear you say that. You sound so mature.”

“Caleb,” Anakin grabbed his shoulder to stop him for a second. “Start caring about yourself the way everyone else does. I don’t want to visit Theed and see your head tacked to the outer wall.”

Kanan sighed. The same old song. He wasn’t going out of his way to get into trouble, but he needed excitement in his life. And humans never failed to deliver. He just needed to work the kinks out, so that every “exciting” instance didn’t end with an iron gag on his mouth. Anakin had recklessness down to an artform. Kanan could only aspire.

“Yeah yeah,” He grumbled. “I’ll try.”

~

Cinna fôf cranthannen: You’re a perfect idiot

Dolcovn rhawpôg: brainless meat sack

#star wars drabble #faerie AU #kanan jarrus #Anakin Skywalker

[angelqueen04]

So, yeah. This happened. And that. And OMFG, that too.

Look behind the cut if you’d like to see my screaming about the first two episodes of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Sooooo, yeah. OMFG. It happened. Obi-Wan Kenobi starring Ewan McGregor and his Fabulous Hair has reappeared on the screen in the first time in, like, nearly 20 years. Did I scream into my couch cushion? Yes. Did I freak out about things other than Ewan McGregor on my screen? Yes, that too. Was still the most important thing on my screen Ewan McGregor on my screen? You bet your ass!

I will say, the prologue itself made me break down crying. Because of course we’re going to revisit the Jedi Temple during Order Fucking 66 again. Of course we are. But the younglings were going to hide. I take this to mean one of two things - that they were able to give the clones the slip and hide out somewhere on Coruscant and it will come into play later on in the show, or these younglings are meant to represent the younglings who made it up to the Council chamber to hide there until a certain someone found them...

So, here we are. Ten years after The Worst 48 Hours of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Life When His Brother/BFF/OTL Destroyed the Galaxy on Account of Being Sleep Deprived. It’s clear Obi-Wan has not entirely recovered from those harrowing hours. He still suffers from Heartbreaking Nightmares about it (though, sadly, these Heartbreaking Nightmares do not double as Shirtless Nightmares - though at least we got a few Ankle Flashes so we can’t complain *too* much).

I admit to being a little confused that the Inquisitors are so well-known in the galaxy. It’s been a few years since I watched Rebels, but my impression was that they were not exactly a household name, but I could be wrong. But holy shit, these guys are not fucking around, and they’re not even looking for Obi-Wan (except for Reva, anyway). And holy shit, we came *this close* to seeing Uncle Owen getting shanked ahead of schedule! Eep!

I loved how they showed us 3 separate scenes of Obi-Wan working at his job, showing the bland repetitiveness that has become the majority of his life, and how he still does manage to find small ways to break up the monotony. And OMG, I totally recognize that toy spaceship! Owen may have put his foot down for now, but we all know it will still end up in Luke’s hands! Happy shrieking for that minor point of continuity! *beams*

And then there was Leia. I am completely in love with our little spitfire of a Princess. She’s an adventurer, a wanderer at heart - something she comes by honestly. Loved getting to see her with Breha and Bail (OMFG IT WAS JIMMY SMITS HE WAS HERE TOO *CLINGS*), and seeing something of her life on Alderaan. I just about broke down into tears (again) when Bail and Breha talked about how one day Alderaan would one day be Leia’s to lead... Damn it Star Wars, why do you take every opportunity to stab me in the heart?

But perhaps one of the best things was that Obi-Wan Kenobi joined the ranks of so many people who just fall face first into taking orders from Leia Organa. Leia looks at the gloves, Obi-Wan says no. Leia puts the gloves on, Obi-Wan hands the stall owner a few more credits without another word. *cackles* Oh, and the moment where he took a few seconds to say a few words about Padmé and how Leia reminds him of her without speaking her name also made me tear up.

Oh, and Reva stabbed the Grand Inquisitor. Just throwing that out there. So that means either it wasn’t a fatal wound (which ensures that he lives to die when Kanan and Ezra blow him TF up a few more years down the line), or this Grand Inquisitor isn’t the same Grand Inquisitor of the Rebels era. But when Obi-Wan is standing on that little shuttle, in complete utter shock, ignoring Leia asking him if he was okay, as it all runs through him. Anakin is alive. Anakin is alive and has been hunting him for the past 10 years. Anakin is alive, and has been walking around the same galaxy as Luke and Leia and holy shit Obi-Wan is freaking out. Hopefully when he drops Leia off on Alderaan, Bail and Breha give him a few tranquilizers to calm him TF down. 

And Hayden was there. MY OTHER BAE WAS THERE AND HE’LL BE THERE MORE IN THE WEEKS TO COME OMFG.

And another last thing: Temuera Morrison’s oh-so-brief cameo of a down-on-his-luck clone made me sob. It’s so indicative of how terribly the clones were treated by the Empire. Used up until they were no longer useful and left to beg on the streets. FUCK YOU SHEEV PALPATINE FUCK YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH THEY DID NOT DESERVE THIS. But also, Obi-Wan’s face when he spotted the clone. There had to be so many flashbacks going through his mind - of Cody, of Rex, of all the other clones he’d known, how things ended... and yet Obi-Wan still gave some of what few credits he had. This to me highlights the kindness of Obi-Wan Kenobi. He will help even those who have wronged him.

I’m sure I’ll be back to rewatch these over the weekend. BECAUSE OMG MY BAES ARE BACK.

#star wars obi wan kenobi #spoilers #kenobi spoilers #commentary #obi wan kenobi #i have things to say #just look behind the cut if you're interested

[fanfic-obsessed]

They can be less subtle?

Ok, here is another funny one to make up for the more serious idea I had last.  So it is generally accepted that Padme and Anakin were not subtle about the relationship or marriage. That a full half the Jedi were involved with bets about their marriage and when Mace Windu would finally snap and throw him through a wall, screaming for Padme Amidala to come collect her husband. It is also generally accepted that they absolutely think they are being subtle, they think no one knows about their marriage. 

Let’s take this to the ridiculous. Like they are 1000% less subtle then in anything resembling cannon. Their marriage is so well known that not even Sidious is using it against anyone. They are so far from subtle that even he is telling Anakin to come clean to the Jedi council (he may have placed some bets of his own, ok).  

The field that they married in was private property, the large, popular park less than a click away was not.  Plus R2D2 put their marriage holos behind a paywall on the holonet, the little robot bought a small moon on what the Jedi paid alone (he was kind enough to send free copies to Obi Wan, Palpatine, Padme’s family, and Padme’s handmaidens). 

Picture this, the setting is sometime mid war in one of the many lobbies of the senate building. Sheev Palpatine is staring across the narrow room, locked eyes with Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi. Five feet to the right, just inside of both their field of vision, in front of the Force, the cameras, and what felt like a third of the Senate, Anakin and Padme are reuniting from four days apart.  You would think they had been apart for four months (and Palpatine is a little disappointed with Padme, where was the discretion he had so painstakingly trained into her). 

Next to Kenobi, Mace Windu has his head buried in his hands, almost bent over. Jedi Master Yoda is outright staring intensely at the couple (not in shock, but to see if they will notice). Kenobi and Palpatine have been staring at each other for eight minutes and there have already been 6 husband/wife mentions in voices that could have been heard a dozen layers down, 4 references to the supposedly secret wedding (they never noticed the large crowd watching from less than a click away), and no less than 20 separate giggling attempts to sush the other, claiming that no one could know. The Jedi have been approached by 16 different assorted beings who belonged at the Senate to ask them about the Amidala/Skywalker marriage, as well as how in love the couple seemed and more than half of those were physiologically incapable of perceiving human emotions. 

And now they were cuddling, in public. Frankly it would seem less obscene if they were having sex right there. With every word Sheev could see Kenobi’s exasperation and exhaustion grow. 

Anakin and Padme turned, at one point directly facing the three Jedi, and walked out of the building hand in hand.  Kenobi let out a sigh that seemed to have the weight of a temple.

Sheev made a mental note to himself, he really would have to do something nice for Kenobi before killing him.

#star wars au #star wars the clone wars #sheev palpatine #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anidala #padme naberrie

[hanasnx]

i hav been obsessed with ur blog and how u write anakin since i found it, i have a prompt and i would love to see what u do with it. all i will say is greasy nic addicted pothead linecook anakin. thank u god bless 🙏🙏

no bcos this is my sweet spot actually. something about linecooks having a sailor’s mouth, barking shit at people in their way, sweaty from labor and from the heat of appliances, flirting with the cute waitresses & giving them meals to go home with…

☥ he’s the guy that works the most, probably as much as he can, bcos hes like… hobby-less

☥ i’m imagining dane cook’s look from the movie “waiting…” so the black bandana around the hair to keep it out of his face. eyebrow piercing, maybe some lip piercings ….. ooooo

☥ the nic and pot is so real and so special to me. you’d more often than not catch him outside in the back having a smoke. one time he came to work with a bong and he passed it around with the other ppl in the back

☥ horsing around constantly with his coworkers like theyre all siblings that hate each other

☥ but when you walk in,,, he gets so bashful sometimes

“heyy, miss (y/n)…“

his coworkers mocking him, batting their lashes like, “hEyY, mIsS (y/N)—“ and he whips em with a towel a little to get em to shut up

☥ always leaning on things, any excuse to get closer to you. you pick up a plate and he throws a towel over his shoulder and hes chewing on a toothpick and hes like, “when’s your shift up?” bcos he wants to hang out with you after even if its just smoking with you in his car

☥ he’s got that oral fixation, his vape, a cig if hes got it, pre-rolls he has in the pocket in his apron, toothpicks, toying with his snake bite lip rings when he talks to you

☥ you get so nervous around him bcos he looks so big and mean and acts so commanding in the kitchen. you like him in that black shirt he wears all the time even if it’s stained with food and sweat and it tucks so nicely into his apron

☥ listening to his shitty music on his shitty radio and every other song he’s like “ohhh this is a good one, this is a good one—“

“this is your playlist, ani—“

“shut up and listen. this chick is a genius. listen to this.”

he’s such a jackass.

he’d probably grab your hand on the way out and twirl you to the song. “dance, waitress, dance.”

☥ he rly would be so greasy. so disgusting. i love the word to describe him. greasy. smelly from working istg you’d love his musk. like the stench mixed with his deodorant and cologne. you’d joke with him how he smells so good and that you wanna stick his nose in his pit and he laughs it off like “knew you were a freak.” even tho that’s not technically what you meant but now you’re thinking about him shoving your face in his taint

☥ imagine the two of you finally smoke together as an excuse to hangout and suddenly youre straddling him in his backed up seat and making out like you’re trying to inhale each other. all that sexual tension finally having a space to be worked out as youre grinding down on his halfie and he’s got a joint still pinched in between his fingers

maybe he does you inside his car and the next day you can’t stop flirting with each other hardcore during work. he starts grabbing your ass discretely whenever he can, and your fingers draw down his chest while hes eyeing you hungrily. trying to lure you outside during his smoke break for a quick make out and grope session because he just can’t stay away from you

☥ bet a bunch of your coworkers think hes so hot and youre listening to em knowing youre the one doing him after the shift

#centricontori #thanks for the msg!! #ch: linecook!anakin #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #reader insert

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 14

anakin x reader

a/n: This chapter i longer than they have been lately, so sorry for the wait!!

Things are getting a little...complicated. 

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, emetophobia, pregnancy test

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You inhaled as you opened the box-

It's all gonna be fine…

You took the test and followed the instructions, once you were done you let it sit and you washed your hands. 

You left the bathroom to check your email- because if you stayed, you would have done nothing but watch the test calculate.

After ten minutes you walked back in and nervously reached for the white stick.

Your stomach dropped as you looked at the test…two little pink lines.

Shit.

You really thought Anakin couldn’t get you pregnant, the doctors told him it was nearly impossible for him to have children. Did he lie to you?

no, he wouldn’t lie about that.

Did he even want to have kids? Even if he did, would he want them with you? 

Your head spun as you gripped the bathroom counter to steady yourself. You never thought that this would actually happen; you were betting on the fact that it was all just nerves and that you were just going to get a late period…

Fuck.

Not only were Anakin’s feelings to be taken into account, but your own as well.

You were still in college, how would you have time to raise a child? How would you afford a child? Did you even want a child? What if-

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, who the fuck was that?

“Hey? Y/N, you in here? Your door was open but I didn’t see you in the room” Ahsoka’s voice rang from the other side of the door.

Damn.

You totally forgot she had a Brunch planned downtown. Quickly you wiped your watery eyes and prayed she wouldn’t notice anything. 

“Yea! One minute!” you responded as you shoved the test into one of the sink’s drawers and hid the box at the bottom of the trashcan. You splashed some cold water on your face to get rid of lingering redness before taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. 

It'll be ok… it has to.

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The small cafe that Ahsoka chose for brunch was a cute mom-and-pop shop downtown. Seated around you were Ahsoka, Anakin, Ben, and Satine. The five of you were on the patio section at a sanded wooden picnic table with a large yellow umbrella. 

It was hard for Anakin to situate himself on the wooden bench so only you and him were able to fit on that side and the rest sat on the other.

Everyone’s food had arrived and they began eating, but suddenly yours didn’t look appetizing, instead you silently sipped on your coffee. 

Ben and Satine’s wedding was coming up in the next year so the discussion at the moment was centered around plans for the celebration.

“Do you have any bridesmaids picked out?” Ahsoka eagerly asked as she wiped some syrup from the corner of her mouth.

“Well actually that was something I wanted to ask you two, I feel like we’ve all gotten to know each other so well in the past months, and I’d be honored if you both would like to be bridesmaids” Satine smiled as Ben smiled beside her.

“I would love to!” You exclaimed.

“Same here! When can we plan your bachelorette party?!!” Ahsoka asked excitedly.

“No strip clubs, Ahsoka” Ben butted in, “we all know that would be more for your entertainment than Satine’s” he joked.

“Ughhhh, ok fine” Ahsoka dramatically rolled her eyes before giggling like a schoolgirl. 

The conversation continued and you grew more and more nauseous. At one point everyone was immersed in conversation and Anakin lightly squeezed your thigh under the table. When you turned to look at him, he looked concerned; his brows were furrowed and you could see the worry in his deep blue eyes. 

“Are you ok?” he mouthed and you nodded. 

“You haven’t touched your food,” he said. 

With the mention of food you feel your nausea taking over. Suddenly you stood up and hurried to the bathroom inside, you were going to throw up. 

Once you were inside you quickly leaned over the porcelain seat and emptied the minimal contents of your stomach. Maybe it was the nerves or maybe it was morning sickness, either way, you felt absolutely awful. 

You wiped your mouth and popped in a mint and some gum you had in your purse.

They were all going to ask about you. 

You leaned against the stall and shut your eyes; this was really happening. 

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Outside the four friends were left wondering where you went in such a hurry.

“She barely touched her toast,” Ahsoka commented.

Anakin knew something was wrong.

“Is she not feeling well?” Ben asked.

Soon you emerged from the restraint with a pale face.

“Maker! Y/n are you ok?” Satine gasped, hurrying to bring you water.

“Yea, I'm fine. I’m just not feeling the best, I think I’m gonna go back home and take a nap.”

You got out your phone to call an Uber but then Ben asked “didn’t you come with Ahsoka?” 

“Yea, but she has a function after this with the athletes association and I don’t wanna make her take me all the way back to campus”

“It’s no problem y/n, I can” she butted in.

“No, no-“ you began but Anakin cut you off. 

“I can take her, Snips you should go to your meeting, plus I need to run a few errands on that side of town”.

“Are you sure?” 

“Yea, this bench is hurting my ass anyways” he added as he began to get up. 

The two of you said your goodbyes and headed to his car. Once you were out of sight from the table, he rested his hand on the small of your back.

“I know something’s up, what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

“It’s really nothing Ani, I just don’t feel well” you said.

“Have you been eating?” He asked, opening the door to his car for you to enter.

“I don’t know, I haven’t really been hungry” you admitted.

He entered the other side and started his car; the drive to campus was a silent one. You looked out the window, mainly focusing on keeping your emotions in check. 

You began to feel light headed, you needed food. Soon enough Anakin pulled up to the curb near your dorm and parked the car. He turned towards you and lightly brushed your cheek.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked nervously. 

You knew he was insecure about affection and relationships; his last one seemed to be going so well but it still ended in heartbreak. Your heart twinged, you never wanted him to feel like that with you. 

“No babe, I really just don’t feel well. I promise you, you have done nothing wrong” You said as you opened the car door. 

“Would you like me to walk you to your room or-“

“I’m ok, Ani. Thank you though” you said as you closed the door. 

He nodded and you waved him off before heading back to your dorm. 

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School finally ended and you had your first appointment for your pregnancy. 

You were around ten weeks… what the fuck. 

You had to check that they were looking at the right chart because you had only missed your period once; the nurse assured you that false periods were common and that not all expecting mothers had the early signs within the first weeks. 

You were barely showing, even for being in the first trimester but she also told you that not all pregnancies showed early on.

Honestly that benefited you; you had longer to figure out what you were going to do about this and when you were finally going to tell Anakin. 

You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, so you didn’t even bother to consult them. But you were scared. 

You were only in undergrad and had no stable income- how were you going to raise a child?

There always were other options, you could make the decision to have an abortion, or you could give the child up for adoption?

No, no. You shouldn’t be making plans without consulting Anakin first…

But that was a whole other problem…you had to tell Anakin. 

The whole situation was crazy, but you knew that he was the only person you had been with intimately since last summer… there was no one else who could be the father.

The doctors said it wasnt likely that he could have kids ...not impossible.

But he was so sure that he was infertile, would he even believe you? Or would he freak out?

You truly held him so dear to your heart; it made you nauseous to think what would happen if this pregnancy ruined your relationship. 

But no matter your worries, you needed to tell him relatively soon before you began to show.

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Ahsoka left town that weekend for her tournament and the rest of the group had a small watch party for her match. Anakin brought you over to Ben and Satine’s place after you decked him out in your school’s merch.

He wore a tight long sleeve that showed off his upper arm muscles nicely and a pair of gray sweats with the school’s logo along the pant leg. You wore a short tennis skirt and a cheerleader uniform top and some sneakers you painted for games. 

It was actually really cute to see your boyfriend repping your university’s colors- it made you blush.

Apparently he had never really been enthusiastic about sports but on the car ride over he told you how happy it made him to be wearing your colors (of course he was proud to rep Ahsoka too, but the fact that his girlfriend went there too was a huge bonus).

The four of you sat around Ben’s flat screen and cheered as your school scored point after point; you knew your school was good, but not that good!

Ahsoka’s team was up against another highly acclaimed school with a stellar athletic record, but they were being crushed by your team.

After a few bowls of popcorn and other game foods, Ahsoka’s team secures a sweeping victory, it was almost embarrassing how much the other team lost by. 

You and Anakin thanked the others for having you over and then went back to his place.

He flung the door open and entered the living room with your lips on his; his gloved hands pawed at your back as his breathing quickened. You headed towards the sofa and gently pushed him down.

He spread his legs as he sat and beckoned for you to sit in his lap with a needy gaze. You complied, straddling his lap with a bare thigh on either side of him; your skirt wasn’t much help to cover your ass from feeling the soft material of his pants. 

With his non-driving hand, he grabbed a handful of your ass and lightly bit at your neck. His lips felt like heaven on your skin.

“A-Anak-” you sighed as you began to grind your hips into his.

“Yea Princess?” he asked through kisses.

“Lay down”

He nodded and you helped him shift his legs onto the sofa before mounting him again. You continued to grind on his clothed cock as you ran your fingers down his chest, leaving the faintest red trails of passion.

He moaned at every thrust you dealt and shuddered when you would pass over his tip. 

“Fuck P-Princess- it f-feels so good- mmmhh” he tossed his head back in sheer pleasure.

In the moment you forgot all about the matter you needed to discuss with your boyfriend, instead only clouds of lust formed in your brain. 

You bent down and hugged him close to your chest as he began to buck his hips into your thighs. His hard member kept running over your sensitive clit…. You were close.

“Nnghh- Y-Y/N s-slow down” he said as he steadied your hips.

“Why? What's wrong babe?” you asked, still lightly swiveling your hips.

“I-I don’t wanna cum yet” he admitted. 

A mischievous grin landed on your face as you sat still for a moment before grinding harder than you had previously been. 

“Fuck!” he shouted before he wrapped his arms around you and shuddered. You could feel the warmth of his cum through his pants. 

With each small move you made, a small noise would escape the man under you. You eventually got off and lifted his waistband to see your work; his dick was coated in cum and was still twitching.

You smiled but then the dreaded feeling of doubt found its way back into your head. 

The news.

He needed to know and preferably sometime soon. 

Anakin breathed heavily on the couch as you retrieved his inhaler; once he was good he gently guided your face to his lips and gave you a loving kiss. 

“I love you so much Y/N… so so much”  he sighed.

Maker… you hoped he loved you enough to get through the news you would eventually have to tell him.

***

A/N: Stuff is heating up guys!!! Hopefully you are all ok w/ the turn this story is taking (IK pregnancy is not everyone’s favorite trope) But I havent written a pregg reader story in an ongoing series so I wanted to try it out (its good for angst heheh)

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[b-bunniesworld]

You can never leave.

WARNINGS: Manipulation and Emotional Abuse | Physical Violence | verbal abuse | Explicit language | Toxic Relationship | Possessive/Manipulative!Anakin | No use of Y/N

a/n: If you don't like this kind of thing, then please don't read it. Only you are responsible for your media consumption.

In the dimly lit apartment, you sat nervously on Anakin's bed, watching him engrossed in his Jedi paperwork. The invitation from your friend Padmé to visit Naboo lingered in your mind, but there was a problem – you hadn't asked Anakin yet.

„Anakinnn..” you say, dragging the 'N' a little longer than you actually intended to.

"Yeah...?" Anakin replied, not bothering to take his eyes off the documents.

"I was considering going to Naboo with Padmé. Would you..have anything against that?" you asked, your words hanging in the air.

Anakin immediately looked up, his soft expression shifting to a scowl. "Of course, I'd have something against that. Why would you want to leave?"

"As I mentioned, Padmé wanted to visit her home planet, and..and she asked me to come along," you explained quietly.

"Tell her you're busy and can't go," Anakin orders, returning to his paperwork.

"But- I already told her yes, and I really want to go. It's getting boring just sitting in your apartment all day," you huff and cross your arms, not letting go of the subject

You're clearly too focused on your thoughts to notice Anakin putting his documents back in their rightful folders and standing up, walking to the foot of the bed.

"If you want to leave me, just say that," he murmurs, his tone calculated to instill guilt. He also crosses his arms while his eyes narrow as he takes a deep breath.

"I didn't say that, Anakin! That's what you heard. I just want to go outside a little. I feel like I'm rotting inside here," you explained, frustration evident.

"Oh, you're not enjoying it here? You don't like the home I decorated for you, the home where I cover all the bills so you can live comfortably? Well, by all means, go out and have a great time with your friend, but don't even think about returning." he replies sternly, painting your innocent desire to spend time with friends as a betrayal

"Huh? Ani, what are you saying? Of course, I appreciate you decorating and financing our home, but I just want to go out a bit! and uhm..another friend of mine mentioned that you might be overreacting and- suggested that you should stop controlling me," you mumble while still looking up at him.

Anakin, however, grew angrier, wanting to know which friend of yours had suggested this. „Which friend? Padmé? Or that blonde..what's her name again, uhh..Lera?”

‘Fuck! Why did I mention that? I can't tell him it's a guy...’ you mentally curse yourself in almost every language for saying something about that friend. You can't possibly say it was Padmé or Lera..what if he asks them and they say no?

„Well? Who was it?” he asks again impatiently, clearly wanting an answer. If you wouldn't have focused on his facial expression, you barely would have noticed his jaw clenching and his eyes darkening.

„It was..It was...-” you stop talking to take a deep breath, here goes nothing. „Crane..”

Suddenly Anakin grabs your arm, dragging you off the bed and making you stand in front of him. „Crane...? Crane?! Why are you friends with that disappointment of a Jedi?! Also, didn't I tell you no guy friends?”

„Yes, but..I met Crane way before I met you..he's just like a big brother to me...”

This answer makes him livid. „Give me your phone,” he says in a dangerous low voice, and you bet that if you wouldn't give it to him right now, he would freak out. So you obviously give it to him.

As soon as he has your phone in his hand, he throws it against the wall, making it shatter into tiny and also larger pieces which makes you squeal and jump away out of shock.

„Anakin-! What the fuck?! Why would you destroy my phone! How am I supposed to message my friend-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he suddenly slaps you hard across the face, his anger getting the better of him. Your cheek is pulsating, and your eyes are burning from the tears that you try to not let fall.

„Stop crying. I barely touched you,” he replies, taking a step back from you. ”Also, you not being able to contact your friends was the whole point of me destroying the phone. Maker, how fucking dumb are you..”

Tears spill over and flow down your face like a river escaping a dam. You feel your lip trembling and your body slightly shaking at his mean actions and words.

He bends down to your eye level, his raised voice echoing uncomfortably loud in your ears. „Oh, of course, you're crying now! It's always about you, you, you..never about me! Do you even consider how I feel right now? How I might feel about my love wanting to leave me to go to another planet without me?!”

You consider responding but decide against it, fearing it might escalate further.

„And Crane! You think you can be friends with him? He just wants to tear us apart with his stupid comments, and you're too blind to see it. You're a stupid fucking whore who doesn't give a shit about her dear boyfriend, who cares so much for her.”

As he storms towards his closet, grabbing his coat, you recognize his familiar game. He gets angry, threatens to leave, and then you always come crawling back to him.

„You're acting like a bitch, and I'm sick of it. If you can't appreciate what I risk for you, we can't be together. Go on that trip with Padmé or do the stars know what”

"Don't leave me, Ani," you sob, watching him grip the door handle, ready to abandon you over a trivial argument.

"Will you stay here? Be good and stay in this apartment? Will you only leave it when I allow you to? and will you ignore your friends who are trying to tear us apart?" he asks suddenly, his voice unintentionally rises in anger the more questions he asks.

You're torn. You love Anakin, but ignoring your friends for him? Is that even acceptable? Conflicting thoughts flood your mind, tears streaming down your face.

“o-okay...I-I’ll do that...” as soon as you answer, Anakin's arms wrap around you with comforting strength, creating a secure embrace that feels both protective and tender. The firm yet gentle hold conveys a sense of warmth and reassurance, leaving you enveloped in the comforting embrace of his muscular presence.

„Shh baby..it's for the better, mhm? Don't you think I'm right? Those friends of yours are bad people. Trying to separate you and me..i'm never going to let that happen.” he asserts, skillfully molding your perception of reality. It's a subtle, toxic dance where he positions himself as the protector while holding your head to his chest to provide a false sense of comfort as you weep into it.

In his embrace, you can't shake the lingering doubt. As his words echo in your mind, you question if surrendering your friendships is truly worth the illusion of security. Deep down, a conflict brews between the love you feel for Anakin and the nagging feeling that sacrificing your connections might cost you more than you realize.

a/n: I hope you liked this! Criticism is greatly appreciated!!^^

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[daddycephalopod]

The Great War

Rex x OC

Summary: A war erupts between the Jedi and Separatists, but you already know that story. This is a tale of love, loss, and growth. Two individuals brought together in the wrong place at the right time. Jedi aren’t allowed to form attachments and it’s forbidden for them to marry…right?

What will become of our heroes? Who will win? Who will survive?

Chapter 1: A General and A Captain

Warnings: Violence and mentions of violence

Song: The Great War by Taylor Swift

A galaxy divided by war.

The Jedi were peacekeepers, seekers of balance and yet Aurora Steele found herself wielding her yellow light sabers against droids. Separatists.

She was 8 when she discovered she was force sensitive, a late bloomer of sorts in comparison to her peers. Coruscanti, living in poverty with her father in the lower levels. Her father was ill, not able to walk well when a group of criminals went to rob him. The stress of the situation caused her to force throw them off of her father, although it seemed too little too late. He succumbed to his injuries. Qui-Gon Jinn was the one sent to retrieve her, feeling her sadness and anger immediately.

“You must find balance, Rory. You will never face the light if you continue to turn your back on it.”

He would tell her that a lot. Aurora was not perfect, she wasn’t a Sith by any means but she certainly wasn’t a proper Jedi either. The world was cruel, broken, it cared not for her as a child but the Jedi did. The temple was her home now, had been for years, and she found herself with many she regarded as brothers and sisters through the Force.

Aurora stood with two of them now, around a map of the next planet they were going to as they explained the plan to the clone army. The Kaminoans really put their all into these soldiers and it showed, the council was very impressed. When they had originally joined her squad, they were only numbers. Letters. She didn’t allow it after a while when she saw the effect having real names had on them. Whenever they’d start to introduce themselves by their trooper number she would stop them and say, “No. We’ll find you a name too.”

Some came with names already, which was easier than trying to name a bunch of clones. She wouldn’t have children of her own, which always pained her slightly. It wasn’t an inability, she was just very dedicated to the order and they didn’t allow attachments. She also was not a fan of the emotionless detached one night stands she had a few times. It was better to silence that part of her, she had decided.

Although, the clones were certainly handsome. She had never met Jango Fett but she and a few of the others were certainly appreciative of the genetics he passed on. She was particularly fond of one clone but wasn’t going to even entertain the idea. Besides, he was a captain and she was a general. It was a recipe for disaster.

She slashed two more droids in front of her, focusing on the task at hand.

“I’m up to 28. Are you falling asleep over there, Anakin? Wouldn’t want you to lose too many credits, Skywalker.” She teased over the comms as she slayed more droids

“Credits? You’re betting on how many droids you kill?” Obi-wan asked, trying not to sound amused but she knew better.

They had lost Qui-Gon together, although she was not there to see it happen. She would have lost herself to the dark side without Kenobi at that time and she knew it, having experienced too much pain and suffering. He pulled her away from it before it was too late, he was almost like an actual brother to her. The order was concerned with the attachment but it was apparent it wouldn’t interfere with their Jedi duties. Allegedly.

“I actually have 35. You better catch up. I think your age is starting to show, Steele.”

“With age comes wisdom. Not that you would know, since you’re so young.” She quipped back as she ducked behind debris.

There were suddenly a lot of droids in front of them and a handful had those annoying shields. She only had two of the bombs left that rendered their shields useless. Soon three clones had slid behind the debris with her. There he was, blue and white armor. She held the bomb in her hand now as she looked at him.

“Any of you boys got extras of these? I’m low and there’s a lot of shields out there.”

Suddenly, a ton of them were deactivated by a barrage of the bombs, a knowing smile on Aurora’s face now.

“I don’t know about Skyguy, but I’m up to 45 and I’m about to get into the 50s.” Ahsoka said over the comms now.

There was suddenly a ton of shields going down as Ahsoka ran up.

“You have the padawan in on this?” Kenobi asked, that dry and unamused tone coming through clear as day now.

“The kids are just having fun that I’m also joining in on.” Aurora replied as they moved forward with blaster fire.

Both her and Ahsoka were now basically leveling the droid army in front of them, with the help of the clones.

“This was literally your idea, Rory.” Anakin responded.

“One of us has to be the fun one and it’s not Kenobi.” She could practically feel the look Obi-Wan would be giving her at that.

All attention went back to the task at hand. They were pushing forward with force, taking back a base originally owned by the Republic. This would help turn the tides of war, especially with the amount of supplies inside. All she really wanted was a cup of caf and five minutes without the sound of blaster fire. Her and Kenobi were both regarded as the insomniacs of the squads, whereas Anakin snored. A lot. Loudly.

“They’re retreating.” Cody said over the comms, “how are the rest of you holding up?”

Aurora had been taking on too many, wanting to push through and also protect Ahsoka. She had shoved Ahsoka out of the way when one of the droids rolled out to tackle her. She was pinned and shoved her light saber into the skull of the droid, dragging it down before slicing off the head. She pushed it off of her and ignored the pain shooting through her side. One of the claws on its arm had definitely done damage but she would assess later.

The firing seemed to stop suddenly, the army retreating just as Cody said and suddenly the exhaustion crashed into her like a tidal wave as she felt her robes getting sticky by her side.

“Aurora’s hurt.” Ahsoka said, “pretty badly.”

She looked scared for her. Aurora smiled slightly at Ahsoka.

“Dear, I’ve suffered worse things. It’s going to take a lot more than a droid basically punching me with his claws. I should definitely sit down though.” She said, swaying a bit.

A gloved hand gently touched the side that wasn’t bleeding steadily as an arm wrapped around her. The other hand placed her arm around his shoulders as her blood began to smear a bit against the white and blue.

“Sorry for bleeding on you, Captain.” She said as he escorted her to where Kix and the other medics were tending to the wounded.

“You’re possibly bleeding out and you’re worried about getting blood on my armor?” He asked, tone hard to discern right now.

The world was getting a little fuzzy and she started to feel woozy.

“Your armor is pretty.” She remarked as he laid her down carefully on a makeshift gurney.

He removed his helmet and there it was, freckled skin. Beautiful brown eyes. Lots of concern etched into his features.

“Your eyes are pretty too. I know a majority of the clones have brown eyes but yours catch the sun just right….”

What the hell was she even saying? He looked slightly amused now as she was injected with something.

“Get some rest, general….”

Sleep took her from the sedative Kix injected her with.

“What was that about?” He asked

Rex shrugged, “probably in shock or something. Not the first Jedi to say something like that. I’ll go report to Skywalker and Kenobi about the situation.”

It sat with him heavy, in a weird way. Jedi weren’t allowed to form attachments and he knew it would severely complicate things so he also kept his feelings to himself, completely unaware of the storm of emotions inside of his general.

Aurora was kind, always and above everything else. She was compassionate, funny, and she wasn’t afraid to put her two cents in where it wasn’t asked for when required. He also wasn’t blind, she was beautiful. She had a slight tan starting from being out in the sun with the rest of them, brown hair always braided one way or another, and her eyes were green with flecks of brown. Not that he had been paying attention.

It would be a disaster. The Galaxy was at war, there was no time for forbidden romance. They had a war to win.

#star wars fan fiction #tcw fanfic #mycomantic fics #rex x oc #ao3 to tumblr

[el-lotoblanco]

No I just happened to realize we got reservations too. You should join our table.

Cody: Oh so I can join the table but no girl sex?? ✋🏻 suddenly my name is Codi lemme in

Rex: u couldn’t pass for a girl even if u tried

Hunter: idk I bet he could. Throw some pink nail polish on those rough hands

Cody: my hands are smooth thank u

Anakin: that would be a bit creepy bud

Voran: yes work hard but smooth hand?? Is no add up

Cody: ?? Bitch you worked hard & your whole body was smooth

Voran: fuck people for a money job, have to be smooth!

Venna: I am come @ Lili! Leave now so fast to you!

Cody: @ Venna sweetheart u can use google translate

Hunter: … she doesn’t speak another language she’s just feral. Leave her alone. She’s trying.

Cody: just wanted to make it easier for her 🏳️ anyway @ Lili sure I’ll come join the table

[fanfic-phoenix]

Naptime: Chapter Three, 7956 C.R.C

Masterpost

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“Woah!”

Something pressed down on Obi-Wan’s shoulders, holding him down.  He twitched, tried to throw it off, tried to escape it, and failed.  Miserably.  If he opened his eyes he’d be able to see what it was - some dastardly captor, he had no doubt - but, with a bright warning throb, his eyes reported that the effort would not be appreciated.  He jerked again, and this time threw in a low grumble, just in case that helped matters.

“Easy, General.”  The press became a gentle rub, keeping him in place but soothing him, too.  “You’re alright.  It’s only us.”

The voice was familiar.  Gentle.  “Bac?”

“That’s it.”  He could hear Bac’s smile.  If he focused, he could sense the glad-relief-happy shot through with worry-fright-experience, but it hurt to focus, so he stopped.  “Ta’s on your other side.”

“Evenin’, General.”  Ta gave his side a careful prod, just to let him know where he was.  It tickled, slightly, except that it stung, too.  “You took a hell of a beating.”

Obi-Wan hummed.  He remembered it, vaguely.  There’d been a bomb, and then there’d been an explosion, instead.  An explosion rather alarmingly close to his position.  The sort of explosion that sent rather alarming amounts of shrapnel raining down on innocent Jedi’s heads.

His head, incidentally, was feeling rather tender.

And his arms.

And his legs.

And his torso.

“‘S everyone…?”

“The men are alright,” Bac promised.  He sounded distracted, and a moment later Obi-Wan felt a cold smear of bacta against his cheek.  “You were stupid and reckless, and you saved their lives.”

“Good.”  His tongue felt clumsy.  Made of rags.  He frowned.  “You made me cloth.”

Someone snickered.  He wasn’t sure who, but it tasted golden.

“Just the meds,” Ta said.  “It’s all still meat.”

“Oh,” he said.  “Good.”

For a while, he slept.  When he woke, he could open his eyes, and things seemed a little clearer.

And Cody was there, which was always nice.  He liked Cody.  Cody was the most sensible of all his friends.

Except maybe Luminara.  ‘Nara was very sensible, too.

“Hello, Commander,” he said, smiling, except he slurred it at the last moment, and it sounded more like C’mander .

“Hello, General.”

Cody sounded amused.  People often sounded amused when Obi-Wan was given painkillers.  It was a strange but noticeable phenomenon, dating all the way back to Qui-Gon laughing at him when he was a Padawan, and Obi-Wan had collected more data on the matter than the healers were entirely comfortable with.

“Are you here for…?”  He wrinkled his nose, the words escaping him.  Words were slippery like that.  Like fish.  Especially big fish.

“Flimsiwork,” Cody said, rescuing him.  He was good at rescuing.  Obi-Wan was fairly certain Cody was the one who’d rescued him from the too-close explosion.  “Sign these, then I can do the rest.”

The relief was fairly overwhelming.  Obi-Wan hated signing things, and loved it when Cody was willing to do it for him.

(Most often when he had a head injury.  Twice when Obi-Wan had won a bet.  Once for his birthday, which had maybe made him cry a little.)

(He hadn’t meant to cry, but having a birthday only reminded him how long they’d been at war, and it made him rather mopey, and suddenly Cody had decided to be so terribly kind, and Obi-Wan had speedwalked back to his rooms to avoid crying in front of his already concerned looking Marshall Commander.)

(Anakin had teased him for it later.)

Cody was waiting for an answer.  Obi-Wan reached over, hoping to give his hand a grateful pat, but his arm was annoyingly heavy and mostly just flopped.  “Thank you.  And sorry.”

“That’s alright, Boss.  It didn’t hurt.”

He signed several things without reading them.  Cody assured him that he had read them, and there was nothing in there that Obi-Wan wouldn’t like, except for a spelling error on the third page of the fourth form, which Cody had already highlighted for correction.

“That’s the last of them, sir.”  Cody gave his shoulder the very gentlest of squeezes, as if afraid to jolt a wound.  Obi-Wan would have told him that it was fine, that he was one great bruise already and couldn’t possibly hurt more, but he thought that probably wasn’t as reassuring out loud as it was in his head.  “Get some rest.”

“Yessir,” he muttered, and Cody laughed.

Another long sleep.  He wasn’t really in the habit of sleeping well - he was too light a sleeper, had done too many night shifts, and been awoken by too many attacks by droids who didn’t know what a night shift was - but tonight he was doing just fine.

Until he wasn’t.

The sheer power of Anakin’s nightmare rattled its way down the bond, ripping Obi-Wan from sleep.  He took a deep, shivering breath, shaking off the borrowed fear, and tried in vain to sit up.  “Bac?”

Bac blinked owlishly, dazed by the light of his datapad.  “Sir?”

“Anakin’s coming,” he said.  “Help me sit up.”

“What?”

“Anakin’s coming,” he said again, more insistent this time.  He didn’t need a comm to know it.  He didn’t need a warning.  He just needed to know that Anakin had awful dreams, some nights, and even when he flushed shock trooper red with embarrassment and insisted that he didn’t, sometimes even a Knight needed his Master.

Everyone needed a friendly face, sometimes.  Especially in a war.

“You’re supposed to be resting.”

“And I will, once Anakin’s alright.”  He tried his best to look stubborn, but it was harder than one expected, lying on one’s back.  “I won’t send him away.”

“No,” Bac said, that special kind of resigned that meant Obi-Wan was about to get his way.  “I suppose you won’t.”

His head swam, slightly, but he was quickly upright, propped there by an extra pillow.  It went without saying that a chair be brought over for Anakin to collapse into, as it went without saying that the blanket be pulled a little higher over Obi-Wan’s chest, hiding the worst of his injuries from his former Padawan’s panicking eyes.

“He won’t be long,” Obi-Wan said, mostly to fill the silence as Bac fussed over his bandages.  “It’s not far from his room to here, and I’m sure he’s running.  He always runs.”

Conversations had been had about Anakin’s running in the corridors and how it frightened the Shinies.  Of course, once they returned to Coruscant it would no longer be an issue.  Privately - perhaps unfairly - Obi-Wan suspected some of his men were rather pleased that the 501st would be taking Anakin off their hands.

Obi-Wan was decidedly not.  If he’d had his way, Anakin wouldn’t have been knighted until he was twenty-one at least, and he certainly wouldn’t be a general already.  But there was only so long a Jedi could stall, especially when the Chancellor started poking his nose in things, wanting to know why such a talented Jedi was being held back from leadership, and Anakin was already beginning to chafe under Obi-Wan’s guidance.  Force only knew how he’d have coped with an extra year of it.

No.  This was for the best.  He’d managed to keep Anakin close whilst he adjusted to the prosthetic and to commanding troops, and now it was time to let him go.

Mostly, anyway.

“I don’t want you getting agitated,” Bac told him.  “I will not hesitate to send him away if you get upset.”

This was untrue.  None of the medics had ever sent Anakin away from his Master.  Obi-Wan pretended to believe Bac anyway, since it seemed rude not to.

Anakin arrived in a bright clatter of noise dulled only slightly by his sudden deceleration halfway down the corridor.  He froze in the doorway, fists clenched in his robes, so Obi-Wan smiled.  It’s alright, he tried to say without saying.  Come on in.

Bac had returned to his datapad, offering them a little false privacy, the illusion of being alone.  Anakin hardly seemed to notice him.  He flopped into the seat and did not speak.

“Anakin?”

His Padawan’s haunted eyes met his own.  Obi-Wan felt his breath hitch.  Catch.  Stop.

“Oh, Anakin…”

“Master,” he croaked, and it was wrong, so wrong, with none of the camaraderie they’d so carefully built, none of the teasing disrespect Obi-Wan pretended to hate.  Not even the half-veiled anger that crept in, sometimes - more often, these days - and made Obi-Wan’s skin crawl like he’d fallen into another firebeetle pit.  There was nothing.  Only fear.

“Will you tell me?”  He wanted to hold his hand, but his arms were heavy and Anakin’s were pinned to his sides.  He fidgeted with his blanket instead.  “Can you tell me what it was?”

Anakin’s eyes flooded with grief, and the sort of flame that brought acid to burn the back of Obi-Wan’s tongue.  “You,” he said.  “Caught in an explosion.”

Obi-Wan caught a hint of it in the bond - white light and a whiff of burning flesh - before Anakin shut him out.  He swallowed thickly.  “Oh.”

“What happens when I’m not here?”  One of Anakin’s arms escaped his side and gestured wildly.  Furiously.  “What if you get yourself killed?”

In this situation, there were a great many answers that Obi-Wan could give.  He could point out that Anakin hadn’t saved him today, that it was (almost certainly) Cody, with assistance from Bac and Ta.  He could point out that he’d managed to survive a whole twenty-five years before Anakin came into his life and he didn’t intend on breaking that streak now.  He could even point out that Anakin wasn’t the only one who dreamed, and that in all of Obi-Wan’s dreams, he died with Anakin close to hand, so he might even be safer when Anakin got his own ship.  Especially if he didn’t have to endure Anakin’s flying.

None of these answers were helpful.  These were the sort of answers that came from sore heads and good medicine.  The sort of answers he’d regret when the sore head and good medicine went away.

The sort of answers he’d tell Quinlan about the next time he was feeling drunk and bitchy.

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” he said, instead of those answers.

Anakin looked expectant.  Like there should be more coming.

Obi-Wan was struggling to think of more.

“If I had died, it wouldn’t have been your fault.  I saw an opening and I took it.  That wasn’t your fault.”

Anakin didn’t seem soothed in the least. In fact, he seemed actively distressed.  Obi-Wan winced.

“I am on a great many drugs,” he said.

“Oh.”

“Would it help if we just sat for a while?”

“Maybe?”

They sat.

With every breath that made it successfully into Obi-Wan’s lungs, Anakin seemed to relax a little more.  Just a bit.  Inch by inch, the tension receded, and his shoulders drooped.

“I think I’m about to fall asleep,” Obi-Wan said, which was a lie, because he knew he was about to fall asleep because, as he said, he was on many drugs and the room was still and almost silent.  “Are you?”

Anakin shrugged.  He had the same ‘stubborn face’ as when he was nine.  It always tripped the same switch in Obi-Wan’s brain, something mostly nostalgic and slightly exasperated.  It’d been far cuter on Anakin’s youngling self, but Obi-Wan wasn’t above finding his twenty-year-old sweet on occasion.

“You’d be comfier in bed,” he said, rather than embarrass both of them with his emotions, “but you can stay in the chair if you want to.”

“I’ll stay.”

Obi-Wan nodded.  His eyes were heavy.  Anakin’s didn’t seem to be.  “Would you…  Would you like a sleep suggestion?”

Anakin froze, expression slightly hunted.  Obi-Wan remembered too late that Anakin didn’t really like sleep suggestions.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said quickly.  “Master Yoda gave me one last week.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow.

“I asked him to,” Obi-Wan admitted.  “I saw…  Things I could not easily forget.  He helped me rest.”

“I didn’t know you had nightmares.”  Too went unsaid.

“Sometimes,” he said.  “Not always.”

Anakin was silent for a long moment.  “Do sleep suggestions help?”

Obi-Wan considered it.  “Sometimes.”

“Do it.”

A sleep suggestion was rather like a mind trick’s younger cousin.  Related, but not as strong.

Obi-Wan had always had a knack for mind tricks.  He’d inherited it from his Master.

“Close your eyes,” he said, slow and soft and gentle.  Meditative.  Exhausted.  “Breathe deeply.”

Anakin obeyed.

“Now relax.”

Taking up the bond that lay between their minds, Obi-Wan sent as many feelings of peace across it as he could.  It was only when he saw the crease in Anakin’s brow fade that he sent over the urge to rest, to sleep.

“Is he alright now, General?” Bac murmured, a few minutes later.

Obi-Wan watched Anakin’s chest rising and falling, unhurried and unconscious, and smiled.  “Yes.  He’s alright now.”

#Phoenix_Rose #kittonafoxgirl #swbb2023 #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commander cody #clone ocs #(the medics Bac and Ta) #injury #concussion #(obi-wan's injuries aren't graphic but they are treated and he has a concussions throughout the chapter)