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the power of the dark side.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 5,178 content: Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader x f!Jedi!reader, ORDER 66, dead dove do not eat, canon-accurate violence, dark themes, child death, corruption, inappropriate use of the Force, smut [f receiving oral, v fingering, rough, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [choking]

Anakin promised that he would always find you, but you would never run from the dark.

“Stay here. Be silent. May the Force be with you.”

The last words you had spoken to the younglings as you tucked them away behind a locked door repeated in your ears as you silently made your way through the halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. You were certain time had simply ceased to exist, unsure exactly how long you’d been waiting for the catalyst for what you knew was to come. Recently knighted after 8 years of serving as Padawan to Master Mace Windu, you were still familiarizing yourself with the force in some ways, but today it was crucial that you could trust your instincts. Today, you had to listen to the force.

Finding a corner to tuck yourself behind you closed your eyes, recentering yourself and waiting for something to feel right. The time passed even slower in what was, in reality, mere moments. When your eyes opened you found yourself standing before the Jedi High Council Chambers, your feet and the force working together to carry you to where you needed to be – to where you were destined to be. Clutching your lightsaber beneath your robes you took a deep breath, stepping into the chambers.

It was him – of course it was him – behind the doors, a newly awoken darkness shrouding his eyes as he fixated on your every movement into the room. Standing where Master Yoda would have sat he looked ready to pounce at any moment, so you kept your distance in the center of the room. Tonight, Anakin Skywalker was pure darkness, fire, and something primal brimming through as his lips curved into the signature smirk – the one he always seemed to wear just for you.

“I knew you would come to me if I willed it,” his words were dripping with confidence and desperation, and the smallest whisper of fear threatening to present itself despite his best efforts to keep it down. He knew – of course he knew – that you could feel him, that you knew the hidden emotions others could never hope to discover in him. The two of you, not far apart in age, had found yourselves in the force together in many ways, and it had resulted in a connection that the Jedi Council noted their weariness of many times. “Mace Windu is dead. He attempted to assassinate the Chancellor.”

“I felt his death,” was your simple affirmation, a curt nod accompanying your words. “And I felt your part in it.”

“He was a traitor, angel,” his words were chased by his signature laugh, taunting you behind the new look in his eyes. The nickname he’d called you so many times sounded so wrong from him now, and a chill ran down your back. Your stomach tight, you swallowed hard as you began to listen to the voice in your mind telling you that nothing would be the same after tonight. Just how much it was supposed to change, the events that were to follow – no instinct could prepare you for it.

“Anakin…what have you done?”

“I am bringing peace to the galaxy,” was the statement that left his mouth, but you both knew what it really meant – he was fulfilling his destiny. He was becoming more. He was becoming stronger, more powerful – everything he had always wanted. He was free. This new tone was him – completely him – free of his lifelong feeling of obligation to others for the first time in his life. Today was a day for what he desired, for what only he could do. “Join me.”

The two words were simple but oh-so complex, and you found yourself unable to respond to his request – to his demand – as you fought to find an adequate breath. He took advantage of your stunned mind to assert his plan further.

“The Jedi are going to be gone soon. Most have been killed by now – and I will not leave this temple full of the threat to the galaxy that is the Jedi,” his words were venom as he spoke of the organization that raised him, no affection left within his heart for the group.

“Then you’ll have to kill me, Anakin,” your eyes finally focused on his and you fought back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, unwilling to display weakness for him. If you were to die today, you would die with dignity. There would be no begging from your mouth as the man who you had once trusted, the man who had saved your life numerous times throughout your years as a Padawan. “For I am a Jedi Knight.”

His laughter filled the air once more, though this round was far more sinister than the last as his eyes burned into yours. His smirk found its home on his features again as he stepped closer to you, reveling in the way your heart rate increased for him. “You are no Jedi.”

“Then what am I?”

“So much more,” he finished closing the gap between the two of you to his liking, content with you being a mere two arm’s lengths away for now, though tonight he was intent on making you drop the last of the pointless Jedi barriers you held around you. “We are stronger together – I make you stronger. You belong at my side, building something better…together. Come with me to finish eradicating the Jedi, to eliminate the Separatists and to bring peace to the galaxy. You can be so much more than what the Jedi allow you to be.”

Your tear ducts betrayed you and the salty liquid forming in your eyes spilled over, rolling down your cheeks as your lightsaber was withdrawn from your robes. He raised an eyebrow as you took a step back from him, igniting your blade which threatened to fall to the floor from your shaking hand. He was asking you to do the impossible – to leave the only stability you had known since being removed from your family at such a young age, to murder those you’d sworn to protect and teach, to sink into the dark side. The boy you had known for over a decade, who had been the only real security you’d ever felt, was asking you to betray everything you’d ever learned for him. The conflicting emotions boiled inside of you and the hot tears spilled down your cheeks larger and faster, building as more emotions poured into them, particularly a new one for a young Jedi – anger.

As you entered a stance he’d seen so many times before – one he always said reminded him of a Loth cat – that same smirk played on his lips again. “Go on then, angel. Give into your anger. You will find strength in it as I have.”

A broken sound, not quite a yell, not quite a whine – one Anakin had never heard from you before – erupted from your throat and you raised the blade above your head you found nothing need intervene – you could never bring yourself to lower the blade to him. Looking into his eyes you saw the man who had saved your life not even a year ago on Nal Hutta, the one who had wrapped you in his robe to cover the indecent outfit the Hutts had dressed you in. The one who had threatened to strike down anyone who even looked at you. The one who had held you in the ship as you, for once, let so many emotions spill from you. It was the second time he’d seen you cry, the third being now.

Despite his primary driving force being the rage he felt at the Jedi’s betrayal, seeing you cry did make his stomach turn deep within, and somewhere a quiet voice in his mind hoped that he’d never have to see you cry again. If you would just listen to him, he would ensure that you never felt like this for the rest of your life. Your movements had frozen and you simply stood there, lightsaber raised, tears pouring from your eyes as you contemplated what to do – what could anyone do in a situation like this? Impatient and running out of time, Anakin used the force to pull your saber to his hand, tossing it to the side with a growl. His attention focused elsewhere, even if just for a moment, you made a desperate dash toward the door only to be stopped in your place – just as the doors had begun to open.

He used the force to turn you to him, his brows furrowed together as he shook his head. “You would rather die with the people who took you from your family? You would rather bleed with them than take your place at my side? The Council would have cast you out within the year – Jedi can’t have attachments and you’ve never been able to follow that one rule. Have you?”

His taunting words stabbed into your chest like no weapon ever could and you fought to allow your eyes to fall on him again, the tears frozen on your cheeks. This anger that had consumed him had made him stronger, and despite the fact you were certainly not weak, it did take a great deal of your strength to be able to fight through his manipulation of the force.

“I…have…no…attachments,” you fought to state through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing at your complete disrespect toward him but inwardly commending you for being strong enough to fight him – not that you could do it forever.

“Where would you run, angel? I will always find you,” his words quickened as he closed the distance between the two of you, his steps long and heavy as he sought to be closer to you. Despite his movement his invisible grasp on you did not falter, and even in your conflicted mind you had to commend Anakin for this newfound strength – it was what he had always wanted. You swallowed hard at his choice of words, his intention to mimic the words he’d uttered Nal Hutta clear. The conversation between the two of you in the ship that night had replayed in your mind nearly every day since then. In all honesty, there was a lot about that near two week stretch of time that you didn’t – couldn’t – think about…but often, your rescue replayed in your mind.

Cold, wet, hard, and slimy were the only four words adequate enough to describe how the eleven days spent on Nal Hutta had been. Everyone – seriously, everyone – in the galaxy knew exactly how the Hutts liked to dress their playthings. When that current plaything happened to be a Jedi who had found herself bested by a bounty hunter, it only made the satisfaction to see her in the outfit that much more.

Anakin had fought his way through the filth and grime to find you, slicing the chains that held you and forcing you against his side under his arm, his robe shielding you from prying eyes for the first time in days. Having recalled so much of that day you were certain you’d clung to Anakin’s side, releasing a sigh of relief at how warm he was.

But it wasn’t just the warmth his closeness provided, it was how everything felt around him. This close to him, you were safer than you could ever be and deep within you wished everyday could be spent this close to him – to feel this secure. Anakin’s lightsaber had stayed ignited and his eyes had revealed so much of the darkness within him that day – if anyone had pushed a singular button over taking you with him, he would have killed for you that day.

You still hadn’t come to terms with Anakin’s role in your rescue entirely. It was controversial with the High Council, who had lectured Anakin for hours on end. Your summons to the High Council was much shorter, a firm warning from the Masters – that Anakin would be your downfall. You were certain by the reaction from the council and the way Anakin had behaved that day he had taken at least one life that day on his quest to save you – and he held no regret for the action. But with you, that night, he was the softest he had ever been.

Back in the ship – outfitted with several troopers who hadn’t even needed to join Anakin – he had pulled you aside for a semblance of privacy. His eyes contained storms of emotion as he kept a grip on your shoulders, hands trembling with the emotions he wanted to express but couldn’t remember how. Struggling to find the words his mind sought he unwrapped his robe from himself, draping it around your shoulders and pulling you flush against him.

Words weren’t needed as he held you…as a balance was formed at this hint of a union and a gentle, soothing hum surrounded you and allowed the world to fade. In his arms, returning to the stars, you let yourself free of your normal restraints, allowing Anakin to hold all of the strength in this bubble together. You wept, clinging to him, trembling in his arms, nails digging at his skin at the slightest movement from him, controlled by the fear that he may withdraw from you. He had held you the entire duration to Coruscant, his fingers digging into you the best they could through the oversized robe encompassing you in his scent. He had rested his chin on your head, eyes closed, content at the melancholy meditation this situation presented to you both.

“I owe you one, Ani,” you’d spoken so quietly to him he wasn’t entirely sure it was allowed, to this day questioning if the two of you for a moment had joined in your own mental world to have true privacy. “I was…afraid.”

“I felt it,” he’d replied, wrapping his arms tighter in an attempt to coax you back into relaxation, his only true desire soaking in this moment with you. The part of him that cared for you wanted to provide you with the comfort you needed, but the selfishness that always lurked beneath hoped the conversation could be had while he held you, not willing to let you go just yet – unsure when this opportunity would present itself next.

“That place…it was horrible, Anakin. I could barely feel anything, I felt so lost.”

“You could never be lost with me around. I will always find you. ”

When his words had first been spoken so many days ago they were comforting, assuring that there was someone in the galaxy who cared about you beyond your status as a Jedi. Now, his tone flirted with playfulness as he taunted you with them, coaxing you to follow him down his new path. Years of Jedi indoctrination screamed at you that these words in this context were so wrong, but your thoughts and feelings had to disagree. Tonight your heart knew this was his form of the promise that you’d longed to hear – but your training simply could not allow you to give into this path.

“Things have changed…Anakin. You’ve…changed. Attachments change,” you could barely manage to choke out, your windpipe still restrained by his use of the force. Anakin’s control faltered, certain he had won you over by now, and he lessened his invisible grasp on you, choosing to change his approach. This, with you, didn’t need to be about the Jedi or Sith – it only needed to be about the two of you.

He had not freed you of his control fully and he began moving you toward the wall nearest to you, his tall frame leaning over yours to aid in keeping you in your place. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked this way, his eyes dark, his brows pulled together and the lightest smirk playing on his lips, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hair, the longest it had ever been, was falling in dampened curls around his face. It was ironic, truly, that he called you ‘angel’, as in your mind that was the only way to describe him.

“I will never forget how I felt when I learned you had been taken to Nal Hutta,” he attempted to state with an aura of confidence but instead revealed his true emotions, the emotions he had felt that night – fear, worry, pain. His gloved, robotic hand found its way to your hip and his senses sought out every reaction this new touch had on you. His voice dropped as he continued, hovering his mouth close enough to your ear for his warm breath to stun you. “I was so afraid. Everything changed for me that day…those eleven days. I would do anything to make sure you’re by my side – forever, once I’m strong enough, once I’ve learned to defy death.”

This was never the exact way you had dreamt of this scenario playing out, but there were certainly elements that made this scene ignite conflict within you – the light and dark finding another platform to battle within your heart, mind, and very spirit. You had been raised to find faith and goodness in the light, in the Jedi Order, and there were so many things about what Anakin was suggesting that went against everything you, hypothetically, believed in. But there was still somewhere within the little girl who’d met Anakin first on Coruscant, who’d longed to hear him say the feelings his stoic mask usually hid.

Hearing him begin his confession in this way, his voice lower and dripping with emotions you’d never heard from him before inspiring your own mind to explore feelings you never had before. The cocktail of emotions was overwhelming – anger, fear, sadness, confusion…desire, desperation, arousal…freedom. None of these things were the Jedi way – none of these feelings were acceptable, particularly not for him. And yet with his lips so dangerously close to your ear, there was no genuine attempt at suppressing them that could be made as his lips barely ghosted against the sensitive skin behind your jaw.

All too fast the feeling of all air being knocked out of you returned, your throat constricting as he returned to his interrogation of you. His tone was somehow a gentle contrast to the pressure he was applying to your throat, his lips still brushing ever-so-slightly across your neck. “I want the truth – I want to hear it from you. Stop lying to me – to yourself – to everyone. You are no Jedi – you are irreversibly attached to someone.”

His lips fully connected over your pulse at that point and the sound that burst from your throat at the feeling betrayed any chance you may have had left in saying you had no attachments. You could feel the curve of his lips as his smirk returned, his grasp on your waist tightening under the grasp of gloved metal, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek softly. Anakin’s eyes were always expressive, particularly compared to the more traditional Jedi, and yet even now after all of the years beside Anakin you were seeing something new in them – pleading…desperation…terror. It was impossible to place which one had started him down this path.

Anakin needed you to say yes. He needed you to agree to go forward with him, to forsake the treasonous Jedi and their beliefs and to become so much more at his side. His ideal future was only possible if your piece to the puzzle was added – without you, it would never be complete. But the first step down this path for you was to face the truth and accept the feelings you harbored from him – this was the only way forward. His voice was softer, his grasp lightening ever so slightly as he released his force grasp to allow you some freedom, still holding your body against the wall with his sheer strength as he tried once more.

“I already know the truth, angel…your attachment mirrors my own…there is no hiding this from me,” his eyes never left yours as his thumb familiarized itself with your cheekbone, his words dripping with sincerity.

The tears flowed down your cheeks again now that control had been returned to you and you couldn’t bring yourself to hide from him anymore – not from the one person who truly saw you. Your voice was hardly above a whisper as you finally gave into him, finally confirming the last piece to his galactic puzzle.

“I can never lose you, Anakin,” your voice broke, your hands sliding to rest on his shoulders. Despite everything, once again there was nothing but the pair of you together navigating this moment together. “I couldn’t…I can’t…lose you. In the whole galaxy, you’re all I ha-.”

Your final word was swallowed by him as his lips crashed into yours, his grasp on your hip once again tightening as he finally discovered the answer to how soft your lips were. His hand cupping your cheek slid back into your hair, grasping the strands there loosely to pull you closer to him, to hold your lips against his. You couldn’t have pulled away if you wanted to, but to his surprise you made no attempt, instead melting into him and returning the kiss.

Everything hummed around the pair once again as they made their way back into the chambers fully, a gasp falling from your lips as your legs hit the backs of one of the seats. Forced to sit you looked up at him, hands clutching at his sides now as both of his hands found place on your cheeks, eyes taking on a newfound adoration as he gazed upon you. This newfound freedom and closeness with Anakin had you feeling entirely new – empowered, uninhibited, greedy…selfish. He was the only thing that could hold your focus, particularly with his lips curved upward once again.

“Look at you…so pretty in your old Master’s seat,” his words caused the realization to finally strike you and he waited for you to fight the placement, only to pleasantly find you seemed to hang on his every word. Sinking to his knees in front of you he leaned forward again to connect his lips to yours, releasing his hold on your face to remove the glove from the cold, metal hand. Pushing your robe free from your form he marveled in the rarely seen sight of you without those bulky robes, his hands both finding place at your waist. “He always acted like he was better than us, and look now…he lies dead in the streets and you sit mewling for me.”

A whimper fell through your lips again as they sought to reconnect with his and his chuckle sounded again, his hands making quick work of removing your tunic, your belt, your pants…anything that was separating you from him. You’d wasted so much precious time resisting him tonight and there was no more time that could be wasted – but he simply couldn’t move forward without proving his devotion to you. Satisfied with the removed layers from you when you were bare to him he removed his lips from yours, wetting them with his pink tongue.

It was hardly fathomable as he dipped his tousled-curl covered head between your legs, reaching to lift your legs over his shoulders to angle you upward to him. His lips trailed a path he’d mapped in his mind thousands of times along the inside of your thighs, a content sigh releasing from his chest at the feeling of finally being able to confirm every suspicion he’d ever held about how your body would respond to him. Your fingers reached to find stability within his curls, fingers weaving into his locks as his face surged forward, his tongue licking a flat stripe against your already dripping cunt.

Anakin had never been quiet, certainly – he always had an opinion, always a sarcastic chuckle waiting to grace the room…but the moan that came from him as he finally tasted you would be the noise you heard in dreams for a lifetime. You rewarded his action with a pleasured moan of your own, your head falling back against the seat as his tongue began to work at you. His flesh hand dragged up your thigh before settling near your core, his index finger immediately slipping into you as he sucked firmly on your clit.

He began pumping the lone finger into you, emboldened by the first lovely sounds he had ever heard fill the walls of this room. Turning his head to lay claim across your thigh with his teeth he applied the force to your clit, sending vibrations through the little nub as he added his middle finger to your soaked sex. As his fingers scissored within you, preparing your tight walls for his soon-coming conquering of you. The combination of his fingers, the invisible vibrations on your clit and the feeling of his warm mouth sucking purple marks into your thighs inviting you to orgasm.

He felt the ways your legs begin to tremble and the tightening of your walls around his fingers. Placing a smirk on his lips as he looked up at your heavy lidded eyes as you watched him lean his lips back in to suck your clit, allowing the force to continue the vibrations. With a scream of his name your orgasm rushed through you, your walls frantically grasping at his fingers. When he was certain your climax had faltered he rose to his feet once again, pushing his pants to his ankles with fumbling hands, the anticipation of what was to come causing adrenaline to flood throughout him.

His metal hand reached to grasp you, to pull you to your feet so he could replace you in the seat, leaning back with his legs slightly spread, enticing you to him. Extending the hand not holding your waist he offered you to join him in your rightful place, and so you did, sliding your hand into his and dropping to straddle his waist. He fisted himself as he used his metal hand to guide your hips down, groaning as the wet heat of your cunt engulfed his cock.

“Oh, angel,” he moaned as you embraced every inch of him, hips bucking upward into you as the head of his cock found your cervix. Gripping his shoulders for stability and seeing stars at the feeling of him filling you, confirming that your imagination could never have adequately created this scenario – this was better than anything the mind was capable of creating. “I should have never waited this long to have you.”

His words caused the heat within you to boil over as you began to grind your hips down into his, desperate to feel him move within you. Grasping your hips and beginning to thrust up into you his head fell back, eyes closing at the feeling and taking a moment to savor how deep he reached, knowing time was short. Fortunately, he had you in his grasp now and he would never have to be without you again – he would never deny himself when it came to you.

You reached down to press a soft kiss to his neck, breaking him from his thoughts of the future as he began to pump up into you again, setting a steady pace up into you as he held you in place, your teeth dragging across the skin of his shoulder. Your voice was still roughened by his use of the force against your windpipe but it was the sweetest you’d sounded as you whined praises to him – how good he felt, how strong he was, how good he made you feel – giving him all of the validation he’d ever wanted from you.

Suddenly raising a hand and grabbing your hair at the back of your head he tilted your face up to him, lowering his face to burn his eyes into yours as he began a rougher pace. His voice was stern and serious, but dripping with satisfaction and adoration as he purred against your lips, “Please tell me you’re mine, angel. I have…to hear it.”

“I am, Anakin,” his frustrated huff that chased you using his name made your stomach twist, his pace coming relentless as he began to pinpoint that spongy spot deep inside you, using the force to send soft vibrations on your clit. His brows pulled together and he shook his head, fighting to find the words he needed. Fortunately, you didn’t often need to be told by him – you frequently just knew, whether it be by some connection in the force or just knowing him. “I am yours…Lord Skywalker.”

His features softened immediately, his bliss affirming itself in the sweetest, most appreciative moan as his lips found yours again. His hands grasped your hips as he rocked up into you, his thrusts becoming sloppy as sweat dripped from his brown onto yours. No words had to be spoken as you both reached your climax, your nails digging into his shoulders as your clenching walls coaxed him to paint them with his cum. His forehead leaned against yours, eyes closed as he breathed in the feeling of coming down from what he was sure was what he’d heard some species call “heaven” with you in his arms.

It didn’t matter what path he chose to lead you down – from here, whatever path he chose was perfect as long as it was the path taken together. For so long he had been all you had, and nothing seemed too dark or impossible with him by your side – he was your strength. Placing a soft kiss to his lips once more you rose, fixating your clothing back onto yourself and covering your frame with your robe. The moment you finished he stood before you, using his thumb and index finger to grasp your chin and tilt your face to his.

“You know what you must do.”

And so you did, securing the hood to cover more of your face than you’d done before and leaving, intent on proving you weren’t afraid of the dark. Returning to the locked room you’d left the future of the Jedi Order, instructing those hiding inside to go to the High Council Chambers – you’d remember the faces that looked up at you until your final breath, but at the time, darkness clouded your vision as all your mind found clarity in was Anakin’s destiny – your destiny. As you watched those you’d sworn to protect disappear into the chamber, hearing the familiar hum of two lightsabers illuminating from within as the doors locked.

As Darth Vader emerged and continued his pursuit of peace, his robes billowed behind him as he made his way down the hall, his re-gloved hand motioning for you to follow. Unable to refuse him ever again, you continued to follow him on the path to the dark side.

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varpusvaras · 2 months

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In the Jedi Council Chamber:

Mace: So, Skywalker, how is the training of your children coming along? Would you wish for someone from the Temple to visit them?

Anakin: No need, Master Windu, they are doing brilliantly, and with the guidance Master Kenobi has been able to provide as well, I might say that- hold on, Padmé is calling. Hello, Angel, I'm in the middle of telling the Council how the twins are doing with their training

Padmé: Oh, you might find this interesting, then

Anakin: What is it?

Padmé: Your kids got busted at school for gambling

Anakin:

Mace:

Obi-Wan:

Plo: Are they playing dice?

Padmé: Oh, I didn't realise you were on speaker, I- *cut off by hysterical laughter in the background that sounds awfully lot like all the Clone Commander's at the same time* - I mean, yes, they've been playing 'left, right and center' as their teacher said-

Wolffe, from the background: For money, for money!

Padmé: - during lunch and they got busted. Leia's been playing while Luke's been making sure they always win by using the Force on the dice-

Kit and Depa, beginning to lose it:

Anakin, standing there, looking very nervous all of a sudden: Uh, are they in trouble?

Agen and Stass, also starting to lose it:

Mace:

Padmé: I mean, they were caught gambling at the High Society Private School. Are they in trouble?

Anakin, looks at Obi-Wan:

Obi-Wan, stares back:

Mace:

Yoda:

Anakin:

Obi-Wan, shakes his head:

Anakin: Uh-

#Yoda does secretly find this kinda funny tho #it's not the first time someone in his lineage has been cheating while shooting dice-#Rex is not laughing #he was the one who had to go and pick the kids up from school #and hear about this first #Anakin is also not laughing atm #sw #star wars incorrect quotes #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #mace windu #obi-wan kenobi #rexanidala #anidala

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geekforhorror · 10 months

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Could I get a anakin x gn!reader where he helps them through an anxiety attack? Preferred pet names for reader would be “my love” and “angel.”

(I meannnn who WOULDNT want to be called that by the best space dilf in the galaxy?? Plus that eye contact and toothy smile... Like DAYUM.)

can you feel my heart?

pairing: rots!anakin x gn!reader

warning(s): mental health issues, anxiety attack, tooth rotting fluff, pet names, feelings of guilt.

word count: 1.0k

a/n: sorry if this is short!!

Today was probably the biggest day in your entire life. Today was the day where you would find out if you were worthy enough of being on the council. It would be decided by all of the important figures you had bonded with while in the order and that’s what would make it hurt more if you weren’t deemed good enough to be on the council. That’s all you thought about while getting ready for the biggest moment of your life. You made sure you looked your absolute best for this meeting and as soon as you felt ready, you left your quarters and headed to the High Council Chambers, feeling prepared as ever.

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“On this council, you are not,” you hear Yoda say, feeling your heart sink.

“What?” you say in disbelief.

“Not ready you are,” he responds.

You looked around the room for someone to defy the master, but all you were met with were sorrowful and pitiful stares. Obi-Wan decided to break the painful silence to console you a bit. “You are a great Jedi, but I have to agree with Master Yoda on this one. You are simply not ready right now. Give it time,” he says to you.

“Thank you, Master,” you say while trying to keep a strong front despite feeling like you wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. As you stand up from your seat, the rest of the council says goodbye with good intentions, but all you can focus on was the stinging rejection. You exit the chamber without saying another word, letting tears fall down your face as soon as you get the chance to.

You felt as your world had collapsed within mere seconds. Had all of your hard work in the order been for nothing? Had you gotten your hopes up? It certainly felt like it since you also felt like the biggest fool ever. Before you know it, you reach your quarters and open the door, now walking through the entrance. You slammed the door just as quickly as you opened it and made yourself fall onto your bed face down. All you could think of now was how you would never live up to being an amazing Jedi or even being on the council. Here you were now, sobbing into your soft pillows without stopping. Suddenly, you felt your breathing become irregular which only made your current state worse. You knew this feeling all too well because you had felt like this before. You were having an anxiety attack. You start panting, while trying to keep yourself together, but you feel yourself slip deeper into an episode. Due to this, you didn’t even hear Anakin open the door since your raggedy breaths echoed off the walls.

“Hello, my lo-,” Anakin begins to say before his eyes land on you, seeing how messed up you currently were. He rushes over to your bed before he cradles your face. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong angel?” he asks out of genuine concern. You can’t manage to say anything because you feel like your lungs are on fire to the point where it’s suffocating. Every breath you take feels like you’re breathing in fire and it gets to be too much for you.

“Please say something, my love,” he begs of you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You frantically shake your head, denying him of his one request. You wanted to tell him everything, but the words sank deeper in your throat as the room became too overstimulating despite not uttering a single word.

“Take deep breaths for me,” he suggests.

“I-“ you start to say shakily before being politely interrupted.

“You don’t have to respond, my love. Just focus on breathing and on my voice,” he says soothingly while caressing your hair. You want to do this for him, but you just don’t know if you have it in you. Despite having racing, jumbled thoughts form in your mind, one thought seemed to push through your head more than the others.

‘Focus on his voice’ echoed through your worrisome mind. It takes extreme willpower to do as he says, but it was worth a shot. You try to take deep breaths, but it feels impossible due to the heavy atmosphere in the room. You close your eyes and focus on trying to reach a regular tempo of breathing. You do as he says and feel each breath become less irregular, which had taken a while. You take one last shallow breath as you feel the room become peaceful rather than overwhelming.

“Ani, I’m so sorry,” you plead, tears spilling from your eyes.

“Shh, Shh, Shh. You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart,” he says with a soft voice as he rubs your head in consolation.

“Yes I do. I made you witness me having an anxiety attack,” you say with a shaky voice, throwing your hand up in the air.

“It’s not your fault and it never will be,” he assures you.

“Still… I feel guilty. You didn’t sign up for this… for seeing me like that,” you counterclaim.

“I chose to love you though and this is a part of that. I will always love you and this doesn’t change anything,” he reassures you.

“I love you so much Ani,” you reply before pecking him on the lips a few times.

“I love you too, angel,” he says with no hesitation. He studies your face to see if it’s appropriate to ask you a question and he decides to go for it. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks you calmly.

“I- I didn’t make it on the council,” you say, feeling defeated.

“I’m so sorry, angel,” he says, now feeling how much it must’ve hurt you.

“I got my hopes up just like I always do,” you say.

“They should be the sorry ones. They’re missing out on you anyways,” he says confidently. You smile at his words before kissing you lovingly on your lips. You feel more peaceful now, so you decide to accept the kiss. “I like this,” you mutter.

“Me too,” Anakin responds. You resume the kiss without hesitation and the sound of lips smacking against each other fills the room. Right now, it felt like the galaxy was frozen in time and you two were the only beings in it, making you want to live in this moment forever.

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anakinskywalkerog · 1 year

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My Very Soul (Chapter 29)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 28

Warnings: literally nothing, protective Ani, tiny bit of reader angst (as I have mentioned before--things are getting darker, and also, clone wars plots are not a thing in this)

Summary: As you and Anakin prepare to enter the battle on Felucia, your continuing nightmares complicate your relationship with your Master

Word Count: 3k

"Yuma," Master Windu said in a serious tone, "you have the floor."

You quickly pulled your head up, snapping your mind back into attention. You stood in the middle of the council chambers, atop the High Council Tower, surrounded by the seated council members. You'd rarely been in this room—under normal circumstances, you would have been reverent, and fully focused.

But you felt the worried presences around you now as if your head was in a beehive. The buzz of the different feelings and thoughts had started to drown out the spoken words of the council members. The hum around you had even begun to drown out your own anxiety about why you had been called to this meeting—you were desperate to return to the field, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Master Yuma was not about to let you participate in this new mission without a fight. The hum swelled, as if many people were speaking, rather than one person. You shook your head, trying to block it all out. You knew you needed to focus.

"Thank you," Master Yuma said, giving you a brief and significant look before addressing the other council members. "Though I have already made my thoughts clear on this subject, I find my must repeat myself—while Y/N's force abilities have been an asset to us in the past, it is my position that under the current circumstances, they will be a liability on the battlefield. Given her experience with Count Dooku on Geonosis, I firmly believe that she should not be asked to serve in this war until we are able to make more progress with her...enhanced empathic abilities."

You felt your face flush with anger and defiance, but you worked to control your reaction. You kept your eyes blank, glancing at Yuma's worried face before looking beyond her, out the window toward the teeming city below. You breathed in and out. You wiped yourself of emotion, pulling your Force presence densely and minutely into yourself.

"With all due respect, Yuma," Master Plo Koon replied, looking between you and your former Master, "isn't Y/N the one who saw through Count Dooku's pretenses before the war even started? If we had listened to her warnings—"

"I am not trying to belittle nor diminish my former Padawan's abilities," Master Yuma quipped harshly, cutting off the end of Master Plo's sentence. "I, more than anyone else, understand that her abilities far outstrip many in the order. But it is the nature of her abilities, not their potency, that we must consider now. She is not ready to face the realities of war."

You kept still, allowing yourself to focus outward and take in the presences around you. You didn't turn around to look at them all, but you felt in the minds of the council members that Yuma's words were falling on deaf ears. Your insides grew spiky at the thought—with fear, or with excitement, you did not yet know. You held your breath.

"Your perspective on this is valuable, Yuma," Master Windu replied, his voice full of authority. He turned to Yuma and leaned closer, his tone pacifying. "But we cannot afford to spare either of you any longer. The situation on Felucia has worsened. This could turn the tide of the war altogether." At his words, you felt Yuma's frustration swell, and something else rising in her presence. It felt like electricity, shocking her from her insides. It was panic, you realized.

"Agree with Master Windu on this, I do," Master Yoda stated in his sage voice. "Worthy of our faith, Y/N has proven herself to be." You turned to look at Master Yoda, feeling a burst of affection. Why could Master Yoda find it within himself to have faith in you, when your own Master could not?

"Very well," you heard Yuma reply shortly, and you avoided her eyes, turning instead to look at Obi-Wan, who sat on the other side of the circle, his legs crossed casually.

"Perhaps," Obi-Wan said, meeting your gaze before turning to face Yuma, "Y/N might better serve under your leadership on this mission." You wrinkled your eyebrows, confused. "As Commander," Obi-Wan clarified, "of the 415th." The 415th was Master Yuma's clone battalion.

"We have new battalions that need leadership," Master Windu protested, but Master Yoda held up a small, wrinkly hand.

"Time to train a new battalion, there is not," Master Yoda said. "Right, Obi-Wan is. For the moment, serve as Commander Y/N will."

"If she does well," Obi-Wan said, a twinkle in his eye, "she can advance in rank when we return from Felucia."

"Right," Master Windu agreed, his intimidating stare lingering over you for a moment before he looked down at his holopad. "It's settled, then. Now, we have other business to attend to before we adjourn. Y/N, you are excused."

"Commander," you whispered angrily, "is the rank of a Padawan."

"At least you're coming with us," Anakin whispered back, giving your hand a small and inconspicuous squeeze. The two of you hurried toward the hangar, your Jedi cloaks sweeping behind you.

"As if I am not the youngest Knight in recent memory," you continued, like he hadn't said anything. Anakin sighed. "As if I am not more skilled than half of the generals in the Army of the Republic."

"You're more skilled than all of the generals," Anakin replied, his face forming a small, teasing smirk. "Present company excluded, of course."

"Then why?" you continued, Anakin's attempts at distracting you failing miserably. "Why does Master Yuma treat me like I'm weak? Like I need protecting?"

Anakin didn't respond. The truth was, you did need protecting. Anakin knew it, and so did Yuma. Your empathy, for all its uses in interrogation, in meditation, in spiritual practice, was dangerous when it came to war. Your tendency to hesitate before the kill, your reluctance to make the difficult choices required of a soldier, your inability to face darksiders without succumbing to their influence—all of these things meant that you were not to be trusted on the battlefield, at least, not on your own. And it was a good thing that you would not be on your own, Anakin reasoned, looking at your face as you huffed along beside him, your angry pout causing a warm and spiraling feeling to rise in his torso. You would be with him, and he could protect you. That was all that mattered.

"Yuma is overreacting," Anakin said quietly as the two of you emerged out of the blast doors and onto the large hangar. This, he thought, was at least a partial truth. "Because she's worried about you." Anakin leaned away from you and took a step to the side, making sure none of the clones that littered the hangar would have any reason to suspect his relationship with you was anything more than professional.

"But you aren't," you said, turning to Anakin and giving him a blazing stare, your eyes piercing. "Right? You have faith that I can do this?" Anakin's insides flipped. How he had assumed he could keep his thoughts to himself around you, after knowing you so long, he didn't know.

"Of course you can do this," Anakin replied swiftly, taking a tentative step toward you and holding your gaze. "I know you can do this." And he wasn't lying, not really. The two of you, together, could most certainly take on any battalion, droid or otherwise.

You stared at Anakin for a brief moment, narrowing your eyes, looking for any sense of falsehood. Anakin gulped. Then the sound of familiar footsteps interrupted your standoff, and he watched you subtly take a step away from him, putting on a casual demeanor.

"Are you ready?" Obi-Wan asked, glancing at Anakin before turning attentively to look down at you, paying you extra attention. You nodded fervently, and Anakin saw a hint of irritation cross your face.

"Where's Yuma?" you asked, keeping this frustration from entering your voice.

"Already aboard, assembling the 415th," Obi-Wan answered, looking more closely at your face, as if to make sure you were okay. You nodded at him, keeping your face stoic, but Anakin noticed a bit too much color in your cheeks. Obi-Wan turned to face him. "Anakin, you'll need to assemble the 501st on the right flank vessel," Obi-Wan instructed, "and then meet us for briefing on the command ship."

"Right," Anakin said, his mind snapping back into leadership mode. It was hard to reconcile these two sides of him—the side he was with you, and the side he was with his clones, his soldiers.

After making sure Rex had his battalion accounted for and in tip top shape according to protocol, Anakin boarded the command ship, walking swiftly through the halls as the vessel took off. As he approached the forward command center, he heard voices.

"...just want to make sure you understand the gravity of the situation," he heard Yuma's voice say.

"I understand, Master," Anakin heard you reply, your voice devoid of color. Anakin pressed the panel on the wall and the door opened. You and Yuma stood on opposite sides of the command deck, all but glaring at one another. Obi-Wan's tired face emerged between you. Next to Obi-Wan stood Marlo, the captain of Yuma's clone force.

"Good, we're all here," Obi-Wan said, nodding to Anakin. "Yuma, if you please."

"Of course," Yuma replied, turning away from you somewhat reluctantly. "As you all know, the situation on Felucia has come to a critical point." Yuma summoned a memory chip from atop the navicomputer with the Force, dexterously catching it between her fingers and sliding it into a spot beneath the command center's holo-deck. A holographic display of the Felucian terrain rose from the deck's consol. "The separatist army has taken control of the eastern front, and with it, they've gained control of the farming villages on this side of the river." Yuma pointed out the snaking form of the body of water in the middle of the hologram. "Our forces have managed to hold the line here, keeping control of the Commerce Guild headquarters, but the droid armies continue to launch attacks on the front." Yuma stood up straight, eyeing her fellows, taking on the posture of General. "If we lose the headquarters, we lose the planet, and with it the Perlemian trade route."

"Once we arrive with our reinforcements, it shouldn't be hard to retake the eastern villages," Anakin said, cocky as ever. Yuma shook her head.

"You mustn't underestimate the jungle environment. We're losing Clones to more than droids on Felucia." Yuma's face was tight.

"What does that mean?" you asked, looking between Yuma and Obi-Wan.

"It means poisonous fauna," Obi-Wan answered, stroking his beard and looking down at the holographic map, deep in thought. "It means disease, and bugs. It means jungle rancors," Obi-Wan looked up at you all somberly. "We'll need to strategize around the limitations of the planet."

"Certainly," Master Yuma agreed. "Now, I suggest all of us retire to get as much sleep as possible during the journey. Rest will be hard to come by once we arrive." You nodded, your eyes glazed over. Anakin took a step closer to you as Obi-Wan turned away to give orders to the pilots. Yuma continued to converse in hushed tones with Marlo, discussing various possible strategic maneuvers.

"Just like old times," Anakin whispered, feigning an unserious tone. You didn't look up. Your eyes were unfocused, clouded. Anakin reached for your arm, giving it a small shake.

"Except for, you know. A galactic war," you responded slowly, finally focusing your eyes in on his face, giving him a small smile.

"That," Anakin said quietly, glancing at Obi-Wan's turned back before reaching up to stroke your cheek, "and, now I can do this." Anakin watched your face relax as he softly pulled his fingers across your jaw, gently placing his thumb on your bottom lip.

"Rest," Anakin heard Master Yuma's voice repeat from behind him, and the two of you quickly stepped away from each other, blushing.

You were running through a hot, arid desert, your skin scorched from the sun, your face bruised. You screamed into the hot, dry wind—for Anakin, for your Master, for anyone who could come and help you—but you heard no response. The dry air caused you to choke, and you fell down onto the ground...through the ground.

You were topsy turvy, wrong side up. You fell through space until you landed, with a thud, on a snowy planet. Men in unfamiliar white uniforms surrounded you, and you put your hands up, as if to block your face. Where was your lightsaber? You felt your side, but couldn't find your weapon in time—the men started to shoot. You saw the light from the bullets...

You blinked, and suddenly, you were surrounded by lava. Someone was coming, you knew, someone you needed to fear. You looked around, wondering where to hide. You blinked tears out of your eyes. It was all too much, this anger, this hate, this horrible feeling. It felt like everything in you was burning, like everything was wrong, like nothing would ever again be right. You felt a lurch somewhere in your middle.

You blinked again, and suddenly, you were staring into a pair of bright, violet eyes, intent on the kill...

"No!" you screamed, sitting up with a start, flailing your arms in the air, looking around for some weapon, for something with which you could defend yourself. You breathed heavily, gasping, trying to figure out where you were.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to disturb you," you heard a familiar voice say. You blinked again, pushing your sweaty hair away from your face. Your breathing calmed slightly.

You were in your bunk, on the command ship, and Yuma was entering to sit on the bunk across from yours. The dreams that had plagued you for months flashed again through your mind, but you quickly pushed the thoughts out of your head, pulling into yourself, sucking your presence out of the air.

"It's okay," you said, quickly, swinging your legs off the bunk so you could face your former Master. "What is it?" You avoided Yuma's eyes, feeling the worry in her presence fill the cabin.

"I wanted to make sure..." Yuma began, her voice sounding hesitant. You finally looked up to meet her gaze. "I wanted to see if everything was okay," Yuma corrected.

"Everything's fine," you said in a calm voice. You knew you weren't fooling anyone. Your hands were still shaking. You clasped them on your lap, trying to calm yourself.

"I also wanted to make sure you knew," Yuma continued, watching you carefully. "That my reluctance for you to join me and my batallion has nothing to do with my estimation of you, as a fighter or as a Knight." This was a loaded statement. You knew there was more in Yuma's presence behind these words.

"I know," you said, in a mollifying tone. You had to remind yourself to breathe.

"With great power," Yuma said, staring you in the face with her kind eyes, sparkling as they did against the gold rings in her braids, "Often comes a great burden. You are very powerful, Y/N. You thus have a great burden to carry."

"I know," you repeated, your voice shrinking.

"That is why it will be crucial, while in the midst of battle, for you to follow my orders exactly." At these words, you felt a flame spark inside you—the flame of the old resentment, the frustration that had grown in the six months you'd been benched from the field.

"I know," you responded flatly, staring at the wall. Yuma's presence softened.

"Is there anything...you feel the need to confide in me?" Yuma asked quietly, and you felt in her presence that she was dwelling on your nightmares, the visions you'd accidentally shown her in the meditation room, and the visions that she had read from you in your sleep. Yuma's perception through the Force was flawed when compared with your own—she didn't read the fully formed images, thoughts, or feelings from you. Instead she read an echo, as if she were watching your thoughts through muddy glass, or as if she heard the inferior version echoed across a large cave. She didn't know the true essence of what plagued you in your sleep.

For a moment you wanted to confide in her—tell her everything that you'd seen, tell her how deep the fear and terror was in each of your dreams. You wanted to cry into her shoulder and allow her to stroke your hair, the way she used to. You wanted her to tell you everything would be okay. But you held back—you knew that not even Master Yuma could make all of this okay. And you didn't want her to think you weak, not now, when you were finally being allowed to join in combat, against her wishes. You felt yourself close a shell around your vulnerability. You wanted to prove to Yuma that you could be a true soldier.

"No," you said, trying to be convincing, but failing. "I'm ready for this," you added, swallowing as you looked into Yuma's eyes.

"I know you are," Yuma said, smiling warmly at you and patting your head softly as she stood. Behind these words, Yuma's presence was unsure, fearful. You sighed.

"You should get some sleep," you told Yuma, and she nodded, taking this as her cue to leave your quarters. She walked to the door and pressed the panel on the wall.

"Rest well," Yuma said softly, turning back to look at you before exiting into the hallway of the ship.

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kim-the-kryptid · 2 months

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Master Luminara comforts her former Padawan Oros Sami after their anxiety inducing knighting ceremony at the Temple

Really like the atmosphere here and the background doesn't look too bad, considering I hardly ever add backgrounds. Luminara was really enjoyable to draw and write about, she one of my favourite side jedi characters! I'm excited to start exploring Oros's story so I thought a good place to start would be the start of their career as a knight, which began rather unorthodox, for reference, this is 6 years prior to Order 66.

Below the cut, you can read the fic this piece is based on!

Rating: G

Word count: 1.3k

Characters: Oros Sami (jedi oc), Luminara Unduli, High Jedi Council members

The hallway to the High Council’s chamber was excruciatingly long. There were no doors on either side lining the walls, only embellishments and designs of gold leading you towards your destination. Oros tried to look ahead, focusing on how the huge double doors slowly drew closer with each step. Their hands clasped tight together, they breathed deeply, trying to clear their mind.

“I assure you my young Padawan, there is nothing to be fretting over. You have done very well on the trials and should be confident in your abilities,” Master Luminara’s voice cut through the deafening quiet. “If I can sense your fear, the Masters will have no trouble doing so.”

Oros’s eyes flicked down the floor before they breathed and replied, “Yes Master. I regret not having the time to meditate before being called upon.”

“You meditate enough as is. You need to stop letting your anxieties consume you and face them instead. What we are being summoned for today will help you see the advantage you can gain if you let yourself lie in the uncomfortable. It is to be an exciting moment of your Jedi career.” She finally looked over to Oros and gave a smile, pushing her calm through the force. They reached out to their Master’s grounded presence and took one last deep breath, visualizing the anxiety leaving their mind like the tide of an ocean. Gone for now, but welcome to kiss the sand sometime soon.

“I am sorry it has to be done in such an unorthodox way, you deserve to be going to the Hall of Knighthood instead. And you should have been told whether or not you passed already, not find out amongst the Council. For that, I can understand your worries,” Master Luminara placed a gentle hand on Oros’s shoulder. “The times we are living in are looking more and more grim, and the Order has responded by fumbling our traditions, when we Jedi need to be a strong constant in the Galaxy.” Oros studied their shoes but said nothing. No Jedi would admit it, but the recent rise in violence had them tripping on their own robes.

At this, the two reached the doors and waited as the sentinels on either side pushed them open with the force. They stepped out into the centre of the chamber and bowed, waiting for their Masters to proceed. Oros noticed all of them were present, only Master Koon and Master Mundi were tuning in via holo. This did not help their nerves, if they didn’t pass the trials, the entire Jedi High Council would be here during the announcement.

“Master Unduli, appreciate you being here, we do,” Master Yoda started “Important time for your Padawan, it is.” He nodded in acknowledgement and smiled. Master Luminara returned the smile and stepped back, somewhere out of Oros’s view. They awkwardly shifted before standing up a little straighter. The churning in their stomach continued, but now their face was neutral and their breathing calm.

Master Windu waved his hand slowly downwards, lowering the blinds over the windows and cutting off the golden sunlight as well as the surrounding distractions of Coruscant. Oros heard the shifting of shoes and robes, sensing the movements through the force rather than seeing them in the darkness of the chamber. The High Council Masters now stood in front of their seats and after a pause, Master Windu spoke.

“Padawan Oros Sami, with your focus and compassion…” A beat. “you have passed the trials.” Oros immediately let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding, a wave of relief washing over them. A small smile settled on their face, as their Masters’ lightsabers powered on all at once, creating a circle of light around them. Each of them had their saber clasped in two hands, pointed to the ceiling, just in front of their face.

“Padawan Sami, step forward, will you please.” Master Yoda, as the Grand Master of the Council, granted all Jedi Knights their status and place in the order. All the way from Master Windu, to Master Luminara and now Oros all the same. If anyone was worried for the possibility of war, it was him. He’d seen far worse and much more during his time in the order, longer than any of the High Council’s lifetimes combined.

Oros stepped forward, the green light of Master Yoda’s lightsaber bathing their face. His hood also had been drawn over his head, likely during the position change in the dark. The wrinkles around his mouth were calm, carving the familiar warm smile that Oros had seen during their Padawan ceremony. They kneeled and bowed their head just like the other thousands of Jedi had before them.

Master Yoda lowered his lightsaber to Oros’s right shoulder, before swiftly and precisely cutting their Padawan beads from where they had hung for years. He then brought the saber up and over Oros’s head before settling it above the left shoulder, effectively knighting them.

With a rippling sound, the High Council Masters all powered down their lightsabers, filling the chamber in darkness once again. Oros reached and picked up their severed Padawan beads before standing up, bowing and turning to leave the chambers. In silence they waited for the doors to re-open and stepped back out into the hallway, noticing that their now former Master had followed them. They made their way back down the hallway and once they reached a spot where they were alone again, Oros was the first to speak.

“I don’t feel any different, Master.” They stared at the beads in their hands, now just a memory that will have to be disposed of.

“You won’t, not for a while yet. It will take longer than you expect to become used to being called Jedi Knight. And once again as Master,” Master Luminara looked over to Oros, a smile on her face and her hands tucked into the sleeves of her robes. Oros could feel a great deal of unsure sadness radiating from her in the force. The relationship between Padawan and Master was precious, special and connected through the force. They will physically be able to feel the loss of the presence of the other as their duties begin to differ. “Your responsibilities may change, your circumstances, your experience, but I want to know you will always have been my Padawan. Even if there will be no lasting proof of it.”

“I guess this will be the last lesson you will have to teach me Master,” They put the beads into a pocket on their robe to dispose of later in their quarters. “I will miss you greatly, I know my skills are adequate, but I lack in your wisdom. I fear being thrown head first into things doesn’t work well for me. You have seen this first hand.” Oros stopped walking and turned to face Master Luminara now, their eyebrows furrowed and shoulders hunched over in embarrassment at the memories.

Master Luminara made an amused Hmph noise, “Young one, you have always been the sensitive type. But that’s one of your strengths, you will face the same kinds of challenges as you did before, only now you may be alone. I assure you, you will find you might not need to rely on me as much as you thought you did, Jedi Knight, Oros Sami.” She smiled and tentatively reached her arms out to offer a hug. Oros stepped closer and took it, wrapping their arms tightly around her, settling to nuzzle their nose on their Master’s head. With the difference in height, Master Luminara would have essentially been on tip-toes to do the same, so she relaxed and rested her head on Oros’s chest, holding them tightly.

Oros let everything they felt towards their former Master flow through the force. All Padawans are cared for by their Masters, it’s their responsibility, their duty for the future of the Order. Time after time, they will be granted a new Padawan, to fill the space of the last, to teach, to protect and to be a trusted adult of the force-sensitive kids running around the temple. This wasn’t the last time Master Luminara had to say goodbye to a Padawan, but it was the only time Oros had to let go of a Master.

#tbf this was way more complicated to write than i thought itd be #the jedi traditions are complicated okay #even though this is not usually how it goes #i think this close to the war the jedi would already be frazzled #star wars #the clone wars #star wars oc #star wars fanart #jedi oc #kryptidkiddies #kryptidkreations #luminara unduli #star wars fanfiction

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In Sickness and in health

Story written for the @codywanbingo @swfandomevents

the prompt I used: Nursing back to health.

Now the story:

In the heart of Coruscant, as the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the Jedi Temple stood majestic and serene. Its towering spires, once silent witnesses to the echoes of war, now basked in the light of a peaceful era. The galaxy, having weathered the storms of the Clone Wars, embraced a newfound tranquility, a hard-earned reprieve from years of conflict.

Within the Temple's venerable walls, the air hummed with a gentle, almost musical calm. The hallways, adorned with ancient Jedi artifacts and symbols of the Force, resonated with a quiet, harmonious energy. This was a time of healing, of rebuilding, a time when the Jedi Order, the guardians of peace and justice, turned their focus inward, nurturing the delicate balance they had fought so fiercely to restore.

The integration of the clones, the brave soldiers of the Republic, into the daily life of the Temple marked a poignant shift in the Order's history. These warriors, once defined by their roles in the grand theater of war, now walked the peaceful corridors as brothers and sisters in arms. Some had chosen to accompany the Jedi they had served alongside during the tumultuous days of battle, their bonds forged in the crucible of war now evolving into deep, enduring friendships. Others explored new paths within the Jedi Corps, lending their unique skills and perspectives to various roles - from Temple guards to instructors for the younglings, each finding their place in this new chapter of the Order's legacy.

In the Council Chamber, high above the sprawling city, the Jedi Masters convened, their presence a tapestry of the Order's wisdom and strength. Among them sat Obi-Wan Kenobi, a figure of quiet dignity and thoughtful resolve. His eyes, carrying the depth of experience and the gentle touch of empathy, reflected the morning light that streamed through the tall windows.

Beside him, the esteemed members of the Council, each a pillar of the Jedi philosophy, engaged in thoughtful discourse. Master Plo Koon, his keen insight as profound as the depths of his Kel Dor heritage; Mace Windu, his presence commanding yet tempered with a deep understanding of the Force; Kit Fisto, his Nautolan grace and jovial nature a reminder of the diversity within the Order.

Together, they discussed the future, contemplating the path the Jedi would tread in this era of peace. The conversations were reflective, considering not just the protection of the galaxy, but the growth of the Order, the nurturing of young Padawans, and the exploration of the deeper mysteries of the Force.

Obi-Wan listened, his thoughts often drifting to the wider implications of their decisions, the impact on the countless lives across the galaxy. Yet, part of his mind lingered elsewhere, on a presence that had become a cornerstone of his own life - Commander Cody.

Cody, who had stood by him through the darkest hours of the war, had become more than a comrade. In this new era, where the rigid doctrines of the past were being reevaluated, their friendship had blossomed into something deeper, a connection that transcended the usual boundaries of Jedi detachment.

As the Council meeting drew to a close, Obi-Wan's thoughts were with Cody, anticipating the quiet moments they would share, away from the responsibilities of the Council and the weight of their past.

In the serenity of the Jedi Temple, amidst the timeless halls echoing with the wisdom of the ages, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody had crafted a life together, a testament to the enduring peace they had both fought valiantly for. Their shared quarters, a harmonious blend of the Jedi's contemplative simplicity and the soldier's pragmatic touch, stood as a sanctuary where titles and ranks were left at the door.

Cody's transition from the battlefields to the tranquil corridors of the Temple was marked by a profound shift in his role. Alongside his brother Rex, he had taken on the responsibility of instructing not just the young Padawans but also the cadets freshly arrived from Kamino. These young recruits, the next generation of those who once formed the backbone of the Republic's army, were now being raised and educated within the Temple's nurturing environment.

The presence of these cadets within the Temple's walls was a new concept, one that symbolized the evolving nature of the Jedi Order in this era of peace. Cody, with his firsthand experience of the Clone Wars and his natural leadership abilities, was a pivotal figure in this integration. He brought to these young minds a blend of tactical knowledge and life lessons, instilling in them values of loyalty, courage, and integrity.

For the Padawans and cadets alike, Cody and Rex were living links to their heritage, figures who embodied the history they had only read about in their studies. Their teachings were practical, often taking place in the training grounds where simulated exercises and real-world scenarios brought to life the principles of strategy and teamwork.

Obi-Wan, in this new chapter of his life, found solace and fulfillment in the quiet joys of domesticity shared with Cody. The burdens of war, which had once weighed heavily upon his shoulders, seemed to lift in the comfort of their companionship. Their evenings were often spent in quiet conversation, sometimes joined by Rex when his duties with Ahsoka allowed. These moments, filled with laughter and shared memories, were a stark contrast to the solitude of the Jedi Masters' usual existence.

The couple's bond was a subtle dance of understanding and respect, visible in their shared glances during council meetings, or in the way Obi-Wan's hand would find Cody's as they walked through the Temple gardens. Their relationship was a silent declaration of the changes that had come to pass, of a world where the lines that once divided Jedi and clone had blurred into irrelevance.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi returned to the quarters he shared with Cody, his thoughts still echoing with the day's council deliberations. Pushing open the door, he expected to find Cody, perhaps reading or preparing their evening meal, the usual domestic routines that had become cherished pillars of their life together.

Instead, he was met with an unusual silence, a stillness that prickled his senses with unease. The room was dimly lit, the only light emanating from the small lamp on the side table. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness, and he saw Cody lying on the couch, his body wrapped in a blanket, shivering despite the warm temperature of the room.

"Cody?" Obi-Wan's voice was tinged with concern as he approached. The sight before him was disconcerting; Cody, always the embodiment of strength and resilience, now appeared vulnerable, his usually stoic demeanor replaced by a visible discomfort.

As Obi-Wan neared, he reached out with the Force, instinctively seeking to understand Cody's condition. What he felt through their bond startled him — a tangible sense of misery and physical malaise emanating from Cody. It was unusual, for Cody had always possessed strong mental shields, a necessity forged in the crucible of war.

"Cody, what's wrong?" Obi-Wan asked, kneeling beside the couch, his hand gently resting on Cody's forehead. It was burning hot to the touch, a clear indicator of fever.

"Just a bit under the weather, I guess," Cody replied weakly, attempting a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His voice was hoarse, each word seemingly an effort.

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed in concern. Cody's attempt to downplay his condition was typical of his stoic nature, but the Force did not lie. The tremors that ran through Cody's body, the pallor of his skin, and the strained look in his eyes spoke volumes.

"Let me get you to the medbay," Obi-Wan suggested, already calculating the fastest way to get medical help.

"No, no... I'll be fine here. Just need to rest," Cody insisted, his words punctuated by a fit of coughing that seemed to rack his entire body.

Obi-Wan hesitated, torn between Cody's wishes and his own concern for Cody's well-being. He knew the importance of respecting Cody's autonomy, yet the alarm bells ringing in his Jedi instincts urged him to act.

"Cody, you're burning up. This is more than just a minor ailment," Obi-Wan pressed, his voice laced with worry. He placed a gentle hand on Cody's shoulder, feeling the tension coiled within.

Cody looked up at Obi-Wan, his eyes conveying a mix of gratitude and stubborn resolve. "I don't want to cause a fuss, Obi-Wan. I've been through worse," he said, trying to muster a semblance of his usual strength.

Obi-Wan sighed softly, reading the underlying fear in Cody's gaze — the fear of vulnerability, of being a burden. He understood then that what Cody needed most was not the sterile environment of the medbay, but the comfort and reassurance of their home, of his presence.

"All right," Obi-Wan conceded, his decision made. "But I'm here for you, every step of the way. You're not alone in this, Cody."

As he settled beside Cody, offering his warmth and the gentle, healing touch of the Force.

With gentle yet firm movements, Obi-Wan helped Cody into their bed, arranging the pillows to prop him up comfortably. Cody, whose pride often made him reluctant to show weakness, acquiesced with a tired sigh, the lines of discomfort etched on his face. He lay there, a stark contrast to his usual robust self, his breathing shallow and labored.

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on Cody, a storm of emotions swirling within him. Concern was at the forefront, mixed with a sense of helplessness that was foreign to the seasoned Jedi. He knew he needed to act, to do more than what his limited medical knowledge allowed.

Stepping away from the bedside, he moved to the corner of the room where a small communicator rested. As he reached out to activate it, he was acutely aware of the contradiction in his actions. He, who had always preached self-reliance and the Jedi's philosophy of detachment, now found himself grappling with the overwhelming urge to protect and care for Cody. It was a humbling realization, a testament to the depth of his feelings.

The communicator flickered to life, and soon, Bones' familiar face appeared on the screen. The medic, who had served with them during the war and was now working under Master Vokara Che in the Temple's healing halls, was a sight for sore eyes.

"Bones, I need your help," Obi-Wan began, his voice betraying his underlying anxiety.

"Obi-Wan? What's wrong?" Bones' expression shifted from surprise to concern. He had always been perceptive, able to read the unspoken distress in others, a skill honed on the battlefields.

"It's Cody. He's fallen ill, and it's beyond my ability to treat," Obi-Wan explained, his eyes flickering back to where Cody lay. "I wouldn't ask if it weren't serious."

"Say no more, General. I'll be right there," Bones replied promptly, his use of Obi-Wan's wartime title reflecting the gravity of the situation.

As Obi-Wan ended the call, he felt a twinge of guilt for his hypocrisy. He knew, deep down, that if their roles were reversed, he would have insisted on Cody not fussing over him. Yet here he was, doing exactly that. It was a contradiction he was willing to accept, his concern for Cody outweighing his own principles.

Returning to Cody's side, Obi-Wan took his hand, offering a silent stream of comfort through their touch. Cody's eyes fluttered open, meeting Obi-Wan's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and mild reproach.

"You didn't have to call anyone, Obi-Wan. I'll be fine," Cody murmured, his voice a shadow of its usual firmness.

Obi-Wan offered a small, rueful smile. "I know you're strong, Cody. But sometimes, even the strongest among us need help. Bones will know what to do."

Cody's gaze softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. He knew arguing was futile; Obi-Wan's concern was as stubborn as it was endearing.

As the stillness of the room enveloped them, Obi-Wan stood, his movements quiet and deliberate. He moved to the fresher, retrieving a flannel. Soaking it in cold water, he wrung it out carefully, his mind a tempest of thoughts and worries. Returning to Cody's side, he gently placed the damp cloth on Cody's forehead. The coolness of the flannel was a small comfort, but Obi-Wan hoped it would bring some relief to the fever that had taken hold of Cody's strong body.

The clones, engineered for strength and resilience, were not often felled by illness. Their robust constitutions were one of the many marvels of their creation, a testament to the ingenuity that had birthed them. This reality only deepened Obi-Wan's concern. Illness in someone as inherently robust as Cody was rare, and it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

Cody, sensing Obi-Wan's unease, managed a weak smile. "Always the caretaker, huh, Obi-Wan?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Obi-Wan returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, clouded as they were with worry. "Someone has to look after you, Commander," he replied softly, his hand brushing back a strand of hair from Cody's sweat-dampened forehead.

"You know, I'm not used to being on this side of things," Cody said, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling. "Always thought I'd be the last one standing."

Obi-Wan's heart clenched at the words, a poignant reminder of the countless battles they had faced together, where the fragility of life had been all too apparent. "We've both seen enough to know life has its own plans, Cody. But you're not alone in this fight," he assured him, his voice firm with conviction.

Cody's eyes met Obi-Wan's, and in them, Obi-Wan saw a mixture of gratitude and a trace of the soldier's innate fear of being seen as weak. "I never thought I'd be glad to be wrong," Cody admitted, the ghost of his usual humor flickering in his eyes.

The sound of the door chime sliced through the stillness of the quarters, heralding Bones' arrival. Obi-Wan stood, a mix of apprehension and relief stirring within him. As the door slid open, Bones stepped in, carrying the air of seasoned professionalism tempered with an underlying current of concern, a medical bag in his grip.

"General Kenobi, Commander Cody," Bones greeted, his eyes swiftly appraising Cody's condition from the doorway. "I hear we're having a bit of a medical evasion again?"

Cody, despite his evident discomfort, managed a weak smirk. "Old habits, Bones."

Bones approached the bed, his movements efficient but not without a gentle touch. He began checking Cody's vitals, his practiced hands betraying no hint of the frustration they had often felt during the war, chasing after these two whenever they evaded medical check-ups after battles.

Obi-Wan watched silently, the memories of those hectic days flooding back. Both he and Cody had been notorious for avoiding the medbay, often needing to be dragged there by Bones for treatment. It was a trait born out of necessity and stubbornness, a soldier's and a Jedi's shared disdain for showing weakness.

Cody, trying to sit up, winced slightly. "I'm fine, really. It's just a small fever," he insisted, echoing the many times he had downplayed his injuries in the past.

Bones, unfazed by Cody's protest, gently but firmly pushed him back down. "Commander, you might have evaded me on the battlefield, but in here, I call the shots. Let's not make this a battle, shall we?"

Cody relented, albeit reluctantly, settling back against the pillows. Obi-Wan could sense the internal struggle within Cody, the ingrained soldier's instinct to never appear vulnerable, to always be battle-ready.

After a thorough examination, Bones straightened up, his expression relaxing. "It's the flu, nothing more. It's been going around the Temple. Even with your engineered resilience, you're not immune to everything, Commander."

The tension that had held Obi-Wan in its grip began to ease. "Just rest and care, then?" he asked, needing to hear the course of action.

"Exactly that. Rest, fluids, and some TLC," Bones confirmed, preparing to leave the necessary medications on the bedside table. "He'll be back on his feet in no time."

As Bones made his way out, he turned back with a knowing look. "And no sneaking out, either of you. I know your tricks."

Once alone again, Obi-Wan settled beside Cody, a small smile playing on his lips at the familiar banter. "Seems we can't fool Bones," he said.

Cody chuckled weakly. "Never could."

Obi-Wan's gaze softened as he looked at Cody, this man who had been his comrade in arms and was now his partner in life. "I'll take care of you, Cody. Just like I promised."

Cody's eyes met Obi-Wan's, a depth of trust and affection shining in them. "I know," he whispered, his hand finding Obi-Wan's.

In the quiet of their room, as the evening deepened around them, Obi-Wan held Cody's hand, a silent guardian in the stillness of the night. The Force hummed softly around them, a comforting reminder that in this moment, all was as it should be.

As night enveloped the Temple, a cloak of silence settled over the quarters shared by Obi-Wan and Cody. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, creating an island of calm in the vastness of Coruscant’s nighttime tapestry. Throughout the night, Obi-Wan remained vigilantly at Cody's side, his concern etched in the lines of his face, illuminated by the dim light.

Every so often, Obi-Wan would rise, his movements a quiet dance of care and concern. He would refresh the flannel on Cody's forehead, the cool cloth a small but significant comfort against the fever's relentless heat. Each time, he watched Cody's face for any sign of relief, any hint that the fever might be breaking.

Cody, caught in the grip of the flu, shifted restlessly under the sheets. At times, he shivered uncontrollably, his body fighting the invisible battle against the illness. Then, moments later, he would throw off the covers, the fever spiking to the point where even the light fabric was too much.

During one of these restless moments, Cody’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Obi-Wan’s gaze. "Obi-Wan, you should go, stay with ashoka or with Rex ... I don’t want you getting sick because of me," he murmured, his voice tinged with worry.

Obi-Wan offered a gentle, reassuring smile, his hand finding Cody's in the darkness. "I'm exactly where I need to be, Cody. I won't leave your side."

"But the Council, your duties..." Cody’s words trailed off, a frown of concern creasing his brow.

"The Council will understand. You are my priority now," Obi-Wan replied softly, his voice resolute. The Force flowed around them, a soothing presence that comforted Obi-Wan as much as it did Cody.

Cody, too weak to argue further, simply nodded, his eyes closing once again as he succumbed to the exhaustion wrought by the illness. Obi-Wan watched over him, a silent sentinel in the quiet room. His thoughts drifted to the countless battles they had faced, the many times they had each been the other's protector. Now, in this battle against illness, Obi-Wan found a different kind of strength – the strength to care, to nurture, to simply be there for the person who meant more to him than any title or duty.

Throughout the night, Obi-Wan continued his vigilant care. He soothed Cody’s fevered brow, whispered words of comfort, and held his hand, a steady presence in the face of uncertainty. The bond they shared, forged in the fires of war and solidified in the peace that followed, was a beacon of light in the darkness, a reminder that even in vulnerability, there was strength.

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, casting a soft, diffused glow into the room, a sense of relief slowly began to unfurl within Obi-Wan. The long night had passed, each hour marked by his unwavering vigil beside Cody. Now, with the new day, came a welcome change – the fever that had gripped Cody so fiercely seemed to have finally broken.

Cody, his face still pale but no longer flushed with the heat of illness, stirred weakly under the sheets. Obi-Wan, who had dozed off in the chair beside the bed, awoke at the slightest movement. His eyes, heavy with the remnants of a sleepless night, focused on Cody with a mix of concern and hope.

"How are you feeling?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice soft, the worry of the night still lingering in its timbre.

"Better," Cody rasped, his voice a shadow of its usual strength. "The fever's gone, I think."

Obi-Wan's hand found Cody's forehead, confirming the absence of the feverish heat that had been so persistent. A sigh of relief escaped him, the tension that had coiled in his chest easing at last. "That's good to hear. Very good."

Cody attempted to sit up, his movements sluggish, the ordeal of the past night having taken its toll. Obi-Wan was immediately at his side, offering a supporting arm. "Let's take it slow," he cautioned, his eyes scanning Cody for any sign of lingering weakness.

With Obi-Wan's help, Cody swung his legs over the side of the bed, pausing for a moment to gather his strength. The simple act of sitting up left him breathless, a stark reminder of the flu's impact on his normally robust physique.

"I think I can manage a shower," Cody said, determination edging his voice. It was a small milestone, a step towards reclaiming his strength and independence.

"Alright, but I'm right here if you need me," Obi-Wan assured him, his tone leaving no room for argument. He helped Cody to his feet, keeping a firm but gentle grip on his arm. Together, they made their way to the refresher, Obi-Wan's support unwavering with every step.

In the refresher, Obi-Wan steadied Cody as he undressed, his movements careful and mindful of Cody's weakened state. The steam from the warm shower filled the small space, a comforting embrace against the morning chill.

As Cody stepped into the shower, leaning heavily against the wall for support, Obi-Wan remained just outside, ready to assist if needed. The sound of the water was a soothing backdrop to their quiet morning, a symbol of renewal and recovery.

A few days had passed since Cody's bout with the flu, days that had slowly returned a sense of normalcy to their quarters. Cody, now mostly recovered, moved around the kitchen with a renewed vigor, the clatter of pots and the aroma of cooking filling the space with warmth.

As he stirred the simmering pot on the stove, he glanced towards the door, anticipating Obi-Wan's return from the Council meeting. The sound of the door sliding open drew his attention, and he turned, a greeting ready on his lips.

The words died away, however, as he saw Obi-Wan step inside, a noticeable pallor on his face. His steps were heavy, weighed down by an unusual fatigue, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. The Jedi Master's cough, rough and persistent, echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

"Obi-Wan?" Cody's voice was laced with concern as he moved towards him, setting aside the wooden spoon.

Obi-Wan managed a weak smile, an attempt to dispel Cody's worry. "It's nothing, just a bit of a cough," he said, though the effort of speaking seemed to take a toll on him.

Cody raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning up in a wry smile despite his concern. "Looks like you should have listened to me and stayed with Rex. Now you've got the flu too."

"I didn't want to leave you alone," Obi-Wan replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned against the wall for support.

Cody's expression softened, the teasing tone giving way to one of affectionate concern. "Stubborn Jedi," he murmured, helping Obi-Wan to sit down at the table. "Let me take care of you now."

As Obi-Wan settled into the chair, his body surrendering to the fatigue, he looked up at Cody, his blue eyes conveying a mix of gratitude and apology. "I suppose I'm not the best patient," he admitted, a hint of ruefulness in his voice.

"You're the worst," Cody agreed, but the fondness in his voice belied his words. He fetched a glass of water, placing it gently in front of Obi-Wan. "But I've got you, just like you had me."

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Refuge Chapter Five

Continued slowburn Delta Squad x fem!reader fic

You deliberate the choices the Jedi Council gave you... with a little help from Delta Squad

Word Count: 4,000 words.

Warnings: Homesickness and brotherly bickering.

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Deliberation

The Jedi Temple was amazing.

No one had told you whether you were allowed to wander the halls and explore the rooms, but - given that you had first been discovered by the Jedi while you did exactly that in the GAR’s hangar - the fact that they hadn’t explicitly said not to was more telling. At least, that was what you told yourself as you wandered around the Temple.

The space was expansive, and you found yourself wondering how it all managed to fit into crowded Coruscant, but that mystery was solved when you heard someone make a comment in passing about how the Temple extended slightly into the second level. That had sent you down a different path while you learned about the way Coruscant was set up. The Jedi in charge of the Temple’s archives - Master Jocasta Nu - had been thrilled with your quest for information, and had shown you how to retrieve the necessary files to read on one of the archive’s datapads.

That had been how you spent much of your first full day on Coruscant, but you had been learning the layout of the Temple the remainder of the time and all of your second day. You had been warned by several occupants that the labyrinthine Temple could be confusing and to be sure to ask someone if you became confused. Whether they were just looking for a way to keep an eye on you or a building simply wasn’t challenging after finding your way through dense forests most of your life, you didn’t find it as confusing as they had implied.

You had already known a few places, of course. The Jedi Council chamber was at the top of the temple, positioned so the Council could see out and across the surrounding city. You avoided that area, but made your way to the cafeteria at meal times. You knew about the clothing supply and the sewing room already and didn’t feel the need to spend more time there. Even ignoring the sections you were familiar with, the Temple had so much else to see.

You explored instruction rooms and training areas, spaces that seemed to help prepare for lightsaber use and ones that were meant to simulate battlefields. There were some rooms that were perfectly empty and ready for anything at all. The Temple held more gardens than you were truly capable of understanding, each one reflecting a different climate and the plants that would grow well there. There were kitchens and kennels, rooms filled with music and areas set aside to memorialize those who had come before.

You rushed through some areas, like the mock strategy centers and battleships, trying not to look like someone gathering information for the Separatists. Despite their warm welcome, you were sure some Jedi would be suspicious of you, and you couldn’t blame them.

And then there were places where you spent a little more time. A large creche filled with younglings kept you occupied for a while, playing with and helping care for the occupants and generally assisting the Jedi there. You found a huge space that seemed to be a farm filled with teenage Jedi and, by exploring it, you learned about the agricorps and what happened to the young Jedi who weren’t chosen to be someone’s padawan.

There was also a large garage-like space you wandered into that was filled with pieces of droids. Diagrams on the walls showed the best ways to dismantle different droids, and a few of every kind seemed set up for practice. Those droids were well-loved, a few even bearing paint and - on one B-1 - a nametag. Its name appeared to be Clank.

Not all of the rooms were for everyone, though. You had steered clear of a few areas meant for different species. There had been signs for underwater meditation rooms and a passing Jedi had welcomed you inside, but the idea of being around a large amount of water made you uncomfortable. You hadn’t even attempted to go inside the rooms that offered varying changes to the level of oxygen. Master Plo Koon had nodded as he slipped inside, presumably preparing to remove his oxygen-filtering mask for a short amount of time.

On that note, even for a Jedi Temple, you found a truly mind-boggling number of meditation rooms. In addition to the underwater meditation chamber, there were ones specializing in warmth, coolness, silence, noise, floating, and other criteria that made no sense to you.

Eventually, you ended up in a room that was doing its best to simulate a mountainous climate. There were trees everywhere. You half-expected them to feel false, especially when you sat under one, but it seemed real enough. You settled against the trunk and listened to the sound of a nearby stream. If the room was an illusion, it was a good one. When you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine that the birdsong was familiar and that you were home on Voubos, enjoying a late afternoon walk before you needed to return home.

Your eyes stayed closed and your breathing fell into a steady rhythm. In your mind, the landscape changed from the inside of an expansive room to the forests of Voubos. You had wandered out for a little exploring, maybe foraging for part of the lunch that you had sat down to eat. When you opened your eyes, you would be there. It was only a short walk back to your home with its familiar gardens and cheerful yellow door. Maybe you would read a book before you sorted out dinner. Or maybe you would do some knitting. Your mind felt tired, and the familiar motions of yarn and needles would soothe you.

You had told Barriss that you didn’t meditate and that was still true, but if meditation was anything similar to the half-trance you put yourself into, maybe it held some merit. The back of your mind stayed firmly in place, cognizant of your real surroundings and situation, but part of you was transported to Voubos, pretending the Separatist invasion had never happened. It was relaxing and your whirring mind felt like it could relax for the first time in far too long.

Eventually, though, someone entered the room and you opened your eyes. The young Jedi walking through the door looked politely curious rather than suspicious of you, but you still decided that it would be best if you left.

As you moved down to the main floors of the Temple, you heard an odd conversation ahead. You were almost tempted to call it an argument, but neither side sounded combative. Instead, the calm voice of a Jedi could be heard countering someone else who seemed to be extremely business-like.

The not-quite-confrontation wasn’t in your direct path and it certainly wasn’t any of your business. You weren’t a Jedi and couldn’t help the situation in any meaningful way. That being said, you were a naturally curious person and you had nothing else to occupy your time in the Temple.

Especially since, in the haze of your almost-meditation, you had come to terms with the idea that your exploration was really a way to avoid pondering the opportunities you had been offered.

You changed directions to walk toward the discussion. Surely it wouldn’t hurt anything if you walked through the area and tried to find out what was happening. In fact, your gossip-loving Voubosian roots demanded it.

With that decision made, you ducked slightly through a side hallway to catch a glimpse of the conversation. It was indeed a Jedi - not one of the Jedi on the Council, but one you had seen around the Temple. And she was speaking with-

“...Fixer?” you asked incredulously.

You had never seen any of the troopers caught off-guard, but Fixer turned to look at you so quickly that you were worried for his neck.

“What are you doing here?” you continued when he didn’t immediately say anything. The Jedi just watched silently.

“Trying to find you,” Fixer grumbled. “We were worried when we didn’t hear from you.”

“How would I contact you? I don’t have a comlink or your frequency.”

“Good point,” Fixer conceded reluctantly. “Come on, we need to go find the others.”

“But the-” As you spoke, you turned to look at the Jedi, ready to offer an explanation for Fixer’s presence in the Temple. However, she was gone, having tactfully faded away into another part of the Temple.

“Let’s go,” Fixer repeated, already walking away. He raised his wrist to his mouth. “Found her.”

“Rendezvous at Room 27-A,” his comlink crackled.

“You said the others are here?” you asked, walking faster in an attempt to keep up with Fixer. “Why?”

“Did you miss the part when I said we were worried about you?” Fixer said sharply. “We all decided to search the Temple. It’s faster when we split up. Especially since we had no way to contact you and no way of knowing which room was yours.”

That made sense and you followed Fixer’s broad shoulders the rest of the way in silence.

Room 27-A was on the main floor of the Temple, but set away from the entrance. It was one of the unoccupied rooms, seemingly set aside for meetings or maybe impromptu meditation sessions. By the time you and Fixer stepped inside, the rest of Delta Squad was already waiting for you.

“Finally!” Scorch said, grinning at you. “Didja miss us?”

“You look like you’re doing well,” Boss observed, ignoring Scorch entirely.

“Thought you might have died,” Sev added.

You smiled at the group, surprised at how pleased you were to see these commandos. “Thank you guys for coming here! Fixer said you were worried about me. Is everything okay?"

"You tell us," Boss said steadily, cutting through the disgruntled noises Sev and Scorch made toward their brother. "The Jedi made you an interesting offer. What do you think you'll decide?"

You let out a sigh. "I've been asking myself that for two days and I don't have an answer."

"Is there even a debate?" Sev demanded, voice harsh with derision.

"Uh…" you wavered, unsure whether that lack of debate was supposed to prove that the clear choice was going with them or staying with the Jedi. Delta Squad had been welcoming, but they were also insistent that you should stay away from any action.

Fixer rolled his eyes. "Leave her alone, Oh-Seven. She's just trying to think over all of her options before she makes a choice."

"Of course you would think that's a good idea," Scorch snipped sarcastically. "You'd triple-check your decision to take a piss if you had the chance."

Fixer gave a glare so burning that you, an innocent bystander, cringed from the heat. Thankfully, Boss interrupted before anyone could continue the argument.

"Men," he said, tone stern and commanding. "This conversation ends now."

Fixer closed his mouth and gave a tight nod. Sev nodded as well, the muscles in his jaw dancing. Scorch shook his head and complained, "You never let us have any fun, Boss."

Boss, ignoring the men entirely, focused on you. "Whatever decision you make, it'll impact your life. One way or the other, it has to be your choice, not anyone else's."

You tipped your head at him, willing to obey his order. You couldn't claim to know exactly how Boss had gotten his name, but that commanding presence had to have been part of it.

“Now,” Boss continued, “you wanna show us around this place?”

You gladly led Delta Squad around the Temple for a while until Scorch had dropped several obvious hints about being hungry, then you brought them to the cafeteria where Barriss had taken you on that first day.

“Did any of the Jedi say anything about why they offered to let you work with us?” Fixer asked. Boss sent him a dirty look but didn’t berate him for asking. Scorch and Sev watched with anticipation.

“I asked, actually,” you admitted. “They sensed a bond between us. Nothing permanent or serious, but they know that we’re friends. Friendly, I mean. Well-”

“Don’t go being all flowery on our account,” Scorch told you, pressing a hand to his chest like he had been deeply wounded by your self-correction. “Of course we’re friends. We’re not in the business of rescuing people we hate.”

“Except all the times we’re ordered to,” Sev added.

“And you weren’t ordered to rescue me?” you checked.

“No, but don’t let that go to your head,” Scorch warned, wiggling his fork at you.

You hesitated, unsure of how to take that, but Scorch laughed uproariously at his own statement and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Did the jetiise say why they offered to train you?” Boss asked, seeming willing to discuss your situation now that Fixer had brought it up.

You lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. “They didn’t say much more than they said in the Council meeting. I’ve been through a trauma and they think I’ll need some training on controlling my Force connection so I don’t lash out in an unexpected way. And they’ll train me to work on stealth missions even if I don’t choose to be attached to your squad. Apparently, being able to sneak by most people is one of my natural Force abilities, so it wouldn’t take much training to learn that.”

“And then you would be a Jedi?” Fixer asked, frowning slightly.

“No, not at all,” you denied instantly with a chuckle. “I’m much too old for the right training. I’ll never be an actual Jedi. They would just teach me the basics of control and how to use my abilities to help me survive - whether that’s in a battle zone or in normal life - then I’ll be done. They said they would help place me somewhere I could help the Jedi Order if I want, or I can set out as a civilian. Or I can do something here that doesn’t require being a Jedi. An assistant in the kitchens or the archives, maybe.”

“And none of that stands out to you?” The oddly intense question came from Sev, who eyed you with something close to understanding.

“No, not really,” you admitted. “Let me ask you all a question, though: what do you think about the Jedi offering a civilian a place on your team? As far as I know, that isn’t typical and they didn’t consult you.”

One of the things that the Separatist propaganda had emphasized was that the Republic’s army was made up of clones. They had planted people on Voubos to speak about meeting clones and talk about how chilling it was to see the same face and mannerisms repeated so many times. That had been contradicted the first time you met Delta Squad. Yes, they looked similar, but they all acted so incredibly different that you couldn’t help but think of them as being individuals.

The look they shared at your question didn’t run counter to that observation. Instead, it just reminded you that these men had been working, training, and living together since birth. It looked more similar to a behavior you would expect to see from a group of close siblings than anything that smacked of them being clones.

It was only because you were watching so closely that you saw Scorch put on a carefree attitude. “Always nice to have someone to show off for.”

There was more he wasn’t saying, your gut told you that much, but you didn’t feel confident enough to call him on the lie. Instead, you just turned your attention to the others at the table.

“You’ve shown that you’re willing to help people,” Fixer said, a slight frown growing on his face. “Not sure how well that would translate to the battlefield, though.”

“If any civvie could keep up with us, it’s her,” Sev argued. You were so startled by the unexpected support that you didn’t even argue with the fact that he was speaking about you rather than directly to you.

“I’m more worried about how things would work,” Boss said, his gaze heavy on you. It was hard to meet those eyes, but you managed. “You’ve shown that you don’t follow orders well. If you came along as a civvie expert or some kind of Jedi apprentice, you’re still not a general. I’m in charge of this squad, and I would need to know that you can be trusted to do as you’re told.”

The urge to immediately defend yourself was strong, but you fought it back. Boss deserved more than a rote assurance. All of them did.

“I would like to tell you that I would follow orders without question or hesitation, but I won’t lie to you,” you started, keenly aware of the way they all exchanged another glance. “I’m not used to obeying anyone but myself. What I can tell you is that I’ll do my best to learn how. If there’s anything I can do to help you complete your missions, I’ll do it.”

The silence was thick and heavy, eventually broken by Fixer. “What could you do, though? You’re good with stealth, but you have no combat training, no weapons training. All due respect, but you would be a liability.”

“Maybe I would,” you admitted readily. “But I know how to move through an area quickly and silently. I know how to blend in and gather information. I know how to find trustworthy people. Those skills have to be helpful in some way, right?”

“Maybe,” Boss agreed slowly. “But if they’re not?”

“Then I’ll tell the Jedi I just want to stay here,” you offered. “If you don’t want me to come along, I won’t. Simple as that.”

“Why would you do that?” Scorch asked, leaning forward with an uncharacteristically intense expression on his handsome face. “Why would you leave an important decision about your future to four commandos you barely know?”

“You saved my life,” you told them with a shrug. “Seems like you should get some say in what I do with it. I owe you.”

“That makes no sense,” Sev argued. “You saved us first, gave us a place to stay. We’re square.”

“Huh, true.” You pretended to think about that for a moment, fighting back a grin as you shrugged. “Kark off, then.”

The group fell deathly silent, watching you with various levels of shock and dismay until a sharp laugh from Sev broke the crackling atmosphere. Scorch fell into laughter a moment later, Fixer grinned, and even Boss cracked a smile. You laughed along with them, much harder than the joke itself had merited, but the release of tension was a relief for everyone.

“I still think you need to make your own choices about your future,” Boss said eventually when things had settled down once more. “I don’t want any of us trying to influence you one way or another… but, if it were up to me, I’d be willing to have you onboard.”

Your eyebrows shot upward, your jaw wanting to drop with surprise, but Boss held up a hand. “It would be on a trial basis only. I need to make sure you know: one disobeyed order - a single one - and I’ll have you back here learning how to meditate with younglings before you can say, ‘sorry, Boss’.”

“Yes, sir,” you agreed with a salute.

Boss watched you with a frown. “We’d have to teach you how to do a proper salute, too.”

“Dibs,” Sev and Scorch claimed at the exact time.

“She hasn’t made a decision yet,” Fixer reminded them.

“And we’ll leave her to it,” Boss said sharply. “Are we finished here, men?”

“Yeah, but I think she should show us her room,” Scorch tossed out. “You know, in case we can’t reach her for another two days.”

“Not a bad idea,” Boss agreed, glancing at you. “We’ll walk you back to your room and then we’ll let you make up your mind on your own.”

The last few words were pointedly directed at the rest of Delta Squad, but you felt their weight connecting with your chest like they had been stones tossed your way. Boss had been right earlier. Whatever you decided, you would have to live with it. Either you stayed here to learn from the Jedi and took a position helping them out, leaving Delta Squad to fend for themselves in the field, or you went along with them. There was a very high likelihood you would die on a mission, especially since you were admittedly a liability unless you learned several important skills very quickly.

You stood up from the table a little too quickly, but no one commented on it. Instead, they asked questions about the Temple the entire way to your quarters, discussing each of your answers in-depth. It was a good excuse to keep your speech to a minimum, though you did your best to pay attention to their amusing comments.

In the end, Delta Squad left you alone at the door of your room. Boss reminded you to carefully think everything over, Fixer nodding behind him all the while. Sev just watched you and Scorch gave an exuberant wink. You waved as they walked away.

A moment later, a frantic tapping at your door brought you back. It was Scorch. You opened the door enough to step out, scanning the hallway behind him. The rest of Delta Squad was absent, and Scorch was alone.

“Scorch? Is everything-?”

“You should come with us,” he interrupted breathlessly, dark eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’ll be fun! And we’ll keep an eye out for you. Just think of all the places you’ll be able to see with us. I mean, most of them are war zones, but… But we’ll be there! And you like us. Just keep in mind that you’re getting all of this in the bargain-”

Scorch’s gesture to his own face was interrupted as Sev appeared behind him and smacked the back of his head. “Di’kut. Boss told us to leave her alone.”

“Yeah, so what are you doing here?” Scorch shot back.

“Bringing you back with the rest of us,” Sev explained exasperatedly. “There are only four of us. Did you really think Boss wasn’t gonna notice when you snuck off?”

“There was a chance,” Scorch told him sullenly.

Sev rolled his eyes. “Go while I repair your damage, vod.”

Scorch glanced back at you, giving you the most pleading look you had ever seen on a grown man. “Just think about what I said!”

“Go,” Sev barked.

When Scorch had reluctantly ambled down the hallway, you bit back a smile and told Sev, “You really don’t have to repair any damage. Everything is fine.”

“I know,” Sev replied easily. “I just came back to give you these.”

He passed you a bag holding something that clacked together lightly as he moved. You must have looked as confused as you felt, because Sev relented and offered an explanation. “They’re vambraces.”

“Oh, great!” you said cheerily, trying to disguise the fact that you were still confused. “Thank you!”

“That’s armor, civvie,” Sev sighed, tapping his forearms. “These pieces here. The left one has a comlink in it and the right one has a locator. In case we need to contact you or you get lost in this temple, respectively. They’re yours no matter what you decide, but… try not to lose ‘em.”

He turned and walked away before you could say anything else. You smiled at his back as you stepped back inside your room once more.

It was just as well that you hadn’t opened the bag when Sev was still there. He probably wouldn’t have appreciated your harsh gasp or the tears that had filled your eyes as you reverently fished the vambraces out and put them on.

They had been carefully painted the exact shade that your front door had been. The brightness of the yellow against your bare, impersonal room in the Jedi Temple made you feel centered for the first time since you had seen the smoldering remains of your home.

Just like that, the weight of decision-making disappeared from your shoulders. You were going with Delta Squad.

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Unbreakable Bonds Chapter One

Unbreakable Bonds

A novella in the ‘How it Should Have Ended’ Universe.

TheGreatWicked

Summary: In a galaxy where Anakin Skywalker successfully resisted the pull of darkness, fulfilling his destiny as the Chosen One to bring balance to the Force, the Jedi Temple is abuzz with discussions about the traditionally forbidden nature of attachments. As Anakin assumes the role of a Jedi Master, his decision to ensure Palpatine's arrest rather than execution sets the tone for a new era.

On the way to an impromptu council meeting, where Anakin now holds a seat as a respected master, Obi-Wan Kenobi experiences an unusual sensation. A mysterious connection tugs at him when he encounters a young boy patiently waiting outside the council chambers. Unbeknownst to Obi-Wan, the spotlight is about to shift from Anakin to himself.

As the secrets of Obi-Wan's past unravel, the Jedi Council finds itself thrust into action much sooner than anticipated. The delicate balance of the Force, once maintained by Anakin's choices, now hinges on the unforeseen revelations from Obi-Wan's history. The galaxy is on the brink of change, and the consequences of long-held secrets may reshape the destiny of the Jedi and the Force itself.

Pairing: Obi-wan/OFC (Cressida Vox)

Rating: Explicit, depictions of violence and sexual encounters between consenting adults.

Chapter One

As the shuttle engines wound down with a soft hum and the ramp descended, the cool artificial air of the planet's capital washed over them. Stepping out onto the platform, the vibrant world of Coruscant was revealed to them in all its bustling, high-tech, and enigmatic glory. It was alive. Speeders zoomed overhead and the crowds of people, more than the boy had ever seen in his life, went about their daily routines. The air was filled with an amalgam of sounds, all intermingled together, forming the city’s pulsing heartbeat. The hum of vehicles, the constant chatter, announcements being read over speakers, droids, and their mechanical workings carrying out their tasks. It was hard to decipher what one person was saying unless they were right next to you.

In the ten years she had been away from the place that had once been her home, the shadows had grown longer and darker. There was something immediately familiar and comforting, yet she knew many things had changed. She wanted to be completely at ease, but such was the fate of those who walked in the boots of a Jedi.

Despite the excitement and anticipation of returning to the homeworld of the Jedi Temple, Cressida was unable to ignore the nervous knot in her stomach. Her many memories of a time from within the temple walls, both glorious and difficult, flooded her mind and left her with dreadful questions. She looked down at the boy who was so enraptured in the world around him, his very presence was a testament to the light that Cressida carried within her. A source of joy and hope that defied the doubts of those who questioned their bond. This day had been coming and she knew it, for despite the knowledge of what had to happen today, she still questioned her place among the ranks of her Jedi brethren. The existence of her son could potentially complicate matters greatly, so much could change today.

She thought of the many times the Jedi Council had granted special permissions for Jedi to have children, there weren't many but it wasn’t unheard of. Still, her own circumstances were vastly different than what had been approved of before. Doubt and worry gnawed at her.

"Are you nervous, Mom?" the boy asked, glancing up at her with a piercing gaze that suggested he knew her innermost thoughts before she could even think them. A presence that was commanding to some, was serene to him, yet it was his deep connection to his mother through their force bond that alerted him to her troubled soul. “Nervous about being home?”

A quick glance at her, if you happened to notice her at all, would make you ask the question of ‘How long has she been there?’ Her demeanor was observant and unassuming, she blended seamlessly into the crowds of people around her, suggesting the shadows were as comforting to her as a blanket. The stormy shade of gray in her eyes seemed to hold the weight of so much, much like heavy rain clouds before a monsoon.

Beside her, the young boy looked up eagerly with the concern of a wise sage and not the eyes of a child, though he was very much a child. A stark contrast to his mother’s shadowy nature, his youthful exuberance radiated from him, reflecting his wonder and carefree nature of the world around him as he saw it.

A soft smile graced her lips as she met his gaze. "No Solan, I'm not nervous. Just happy to be back," her voice warm and soothing. He peered up at her, his sandy hair shifting in the breeze.

"Are you sure, Mom? You look a little... different," he gently prodded, his voice filled with genuine care.

Her smile softened further, and she let out a soft chuckle, appreciating his perceptiveness. "Maybe I am a little nervous. The Jedi way is not always kind to those who stray from its path."

Solan's eyes sparkled with unwavering confidence as he squeezed her hand tighter. "It’s alright, Mom, we're safe now. We'll find our way."

His words brought a sense of peace to Cressida's heart, lightening the weight of her apprehension. She knew he was right, and their bond provided a strength that surpassed any external challenges they might encounter. With renewed determination, she turned her attention to the grandeur of the Jedi Temple that stood before them, its towering spires reaching toward the sky.

"Come, Starlight," she said, "Let me show you the Temple."

As they departed the shuttle they blended in with the crowd seamlessly, their utilitarian attire giving no clue to their identities. A surge of affection rushed through her as she watched her son take in the city's grandeur. She remembered a time when she too looked at the capital with such awe. She reached out and gently clasped his smaller hand in hers, a touch of reassurance amidst the newness that surrounded them. His mismatched eyes widened with awe at the sight of towering skyscrapers that seemed to touch the heavens, he’d never seen such structures. His face lit up with excitement, a youthful curiosity shining through.

With each step, she silently echoed Solan's words, hoping that the council would understand their unique situation and grant their request. And as the temple loomed closer, she whispered to herself, ‘Yes, my dear Solan, everything will be alright. We're finally home.’

OOO

The steps of Obi-Wan and Anakin making their way through the bustling corridors of the Jedi Temple echoed softly off the walls with each footfall, their conversation turned from the nature of this last-minute meeting of masters to more personal matters. Anakin's gait held a touch of restlessness, his thoughts consumed by the impending birth of his and Padmé's children.

"I can't help but feel a bit uneasy," Anakin admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. "Is it strange that I'm more comfortable on the battlefield than in this new frontier of fatherhood?"

“That is a little strange, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s blue eyes crinkled with amusement. "Really, fatherhood can't be all that scary.” His tone shifted from teasing to a more comforting nature, sensing Akanins worry. “You'll be an exceptional father, just as you've been an exceptional Jedi. Most of the time.” He punctuated his pep talk with a slight jab, and Anakin appreciated the gesture but his unease remained. “Are you honestly going to tell me you would be more comfortable on Geonosis than in the medical wing with a newborn?” Obi-Wan chuckled.

“With Padme by my side, it wasn’t so scary. But this? I feel woefully unprepared.” Anakin huffed out a deep and cumbersome breath.

“Well, it can’t be worse than anything you've accomplished so far. Keep your head, be there for Padme, and do your best to fulfill your duties as a Jedi. The force will be with you in all things just as it has your whole life. Besides, newborns aren’t that hard, they just sleep most of the time.”

Anakin smirked, his expression tinged with mischief. "How about you save the lectures on fatherhood for when you become a father yourself."

"Very amusing, Anakin. What woman would put up with my penchant for adventure?" Memories of Siri, Satine, and Cerasi briefly flashed through Obi-wan’s mind.

Anakin scoffed playfully, knowing full well of the trail of broken hearts Obi-Wan had inadvertently left in his wake. "Oh, I'm sure there's someone out there who can handle you, my friend." Obi-wan shook his head dismissively. The topic of their discussion changed as they continued their strides, “So, you really don’t know why this meeting had been called?” Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan shrugged, “No, I don’t. Why would you think I do?”

Anakin gave him a look that he’d seen a hundred times before “Because you often know more than you say you do.” Obi-Wan chuckled

“Not this time, I’m just as in the dark as you.”

As they approached the Council Chambers, Anakin's eagerness led him to stride ahead, leaving Obi-Wan momentarily behind. His gaze was drawn to a young boy sitting alone on a bench, swinging his legs with an air of lightheartedness. The boy didn't quite fit the image of a Padawan or a youngling, lacking the traditional Jedi braid and attire.

Curiosity piqued, Obi-Wan motioned for Anakin to proceed without him. He approached the boy with a warm smile, his eyes filled with kindness and intrigue. "Hello, there."

The boy turned his gaze toward Obi-Wan, his eyes sparkling with an innocence that seemed at odds with the Jedi Temple's solemnity. "Hello, Master Jedi," he replied, his tone respectful and filled with genuine warmth.

Obi-Wan found himself pleasantly surprised by the boy's polite manners and the observance of his Jedi title. A twinkle of recognition flickered in the depths of the Jedi Master's eyes, though he couldn't quite place it. Their encounter felt oddly familiar.

Engaging in the conversation with a friendly curiosity, Obi-Wan stood before the boy. "Are you waiting for someone, young one?"

The boy nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes. I'm waiting for my mother. She's in a meeting with the Grand Master and the High Council. But I think she might be gone for a while.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think she’s in trouble.” There was a slight slump in his posture that denoted an invisible burden he carried.

“Why would your mother be in trouble with the council?” Civilians didn’t answer to the council, he couldn’t imagine a reason for this.

“She’s a Jedi, and Jedi aren’t allowed to have children.”

"What’s your name, young man?" Obi-Wan's brow furrowed slightly, his mind connecting the dots. The boy's presence and the mention of the council stirred a sense of unease within him. Obi-Wan moved to sit beside him.

The boy looked up at Obi-Wan with eager anticipation. "My name is Solan Cael," he answered, his name unfamiliar to the Jedi Master. “What’s yours?”

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi” He held out a hand for Solan to shake but Solan's eyes widened in awe.

“General Kenobi?" he asked, his voice filled with reverence.

Surprised by the recognition, Obi-Wan's curiosity deepened. "Do you know me?"

Solan nodded eagerly, his voice filled with admiration as it trembled in disbelief. “General Kenobi?” Obi-Wan answers him with a warm smile Solan was barely able to contain his surprise. Solan’s excitement was palpable as he turned to face Obi-wan on the bench, his eyes alight with reverence. “Hero of the Clone Wars, you served on Geonosis, you defended Kamino, you defeated General Grievous, you led the 212th Attack Battalion!”

Obi-wan chuckles at hearing of his own exploits with such fervor from one so young, “How do you know of me?”

"My mother told stories about you.” Obi-Wan’s brows shot up in surprise. “She said you weren’t just a skilled warrior but a wise and compassionate Jedi and you stood for what was right. That you fought fearlessly and saved countless lives. She holds you in high regard and she’s told me your stories since I was little."

“I’m honored to have your mother’s high opinion,” Obi-Wan felt flattered by the praise and intrigued by the tales Solan's mother had apparently shared. “Tell me, Solan, do I know your mother?”

“No, I don’t think so.” The nonchalant response left Obi-Wan perplexed. It was true he had a reputation in the Clone Wars but it was still a bit odd for one person to speak of his exploits so fervently with no personal connection.

“What’s your mother’s name?” He was struck by Solan's lack of response. The Jedi Master pressed further, his voice gentle but persistent. “Does your mother know me?” Solan hesitated for a moment, biting his lower lip before his demeanor shifted, and he simply stated that he wasn’t supposed to talk about it, it was a secret.

“Secrets can be burdensome, but necessary. Your mother must trust you a great deal.” Obi-Wan was taken aback, his thoughts racing as he tried to piece together the puzzle of Solan's presence and his mother's connection to the upcoming meeting. “Solan, you said your mother was a Jedi?” The boy nodded but his responses had become very guarded. “Where have you and your mother been if not here at the Temple?”

Solan's eyes darted around and his shoulders slumped in a defensive posture, his excitement had gone and was replaced by an almost paranoia. “I’m not supposed to talk about it…”

Obi-Wan nodded, “I won’t pry your story from you. Your mother obviously trusts you with her secrets and it’s admirable that you guard them so well. Perhaps your mother and I will meet someday and we’ll meet again.” Solan’s eyes shone a bit brighter and he offered a small smile as Obi-Wan stood, “I’m afraid I must leave you here, Solan, but it’s been a pleasure speaking with you.”

Realizing his duty called him elsewhere Solan nodded. "May the Force be with you, Master Kenobi," the young boy offered, surprising Obi-Wan once more with his profound farewell.

“And with you, Solan Cael.” Returning the sentiment, Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding lingering in the air. As he rejoined Anakin at the entrance of the Council Chambers, the concerned look on his face did not go unnoticed by his former Padawan.

"Is everything alright?" Anakin asked, a hint of worry coloring his voice.

Obi-Wan rubbed his beard thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the closed doors of the Council Chambers. "I have no idea, but something tells me this meeting is about to bring unexpected revelations."

As the pair entered the council chamber, their footsteps echoed softly in the vast space. The room was brightly lit, with beams of sunlight streaming through the high windows, casting elongated shadows on the polished floor. The atmosphere felt charged, a mixture of anticipation and tension hanging in the air.

There was a figure already present, standing with her back toward Obi-Wan. Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her back in a loose braid, swaying gently as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. She wore attire that deviated from the traditional Jedi robes, opting instead for snug-fitting clothing more akin to that of a smuggler or adventurer. The fabric clung to her form, suggesting a familiarity with warm climates and practicality rather than Jedi decorum. Her skin, kissed by the sun, carried an olive tone that spoke of time spent outdoors.

Obi-Wan's gaze traveled down, and his eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of a lightsaber hilt securely strapped to her leg. It struck him as an unusual placement, different from the customary position on the belt, more befitting of a blaster. His curiosity deepened, and he found himself growing more intrigued by the woman before him.

Her posture was guarded, her body language communicating a wariness that kept her gaze averted from the others present, aside from the Grandmaster Mace Windu. Obi-Wan's attention shifted to the ongoing conversation, noting the in-depth nature of the discussion. It was evident that the meeting had been called abruptly, with the council members already engaged in weighty discourse.

The other masters began to take their seats, some appearing via hologram projections that materialized around the room. The atmosphere remained curious, yet not overtly unusual. The council chamber had witnessed countless deliberations, but this particular gathering held an air of hidden significance. Obi-Wan observed his fellow Jedi, noting the mix of expressions on their faces—concern, intrigue, contemplation, and a sense of duty.

As Obi-Wan and Anakin settled into their respective seats, taking their place among the council members, the woman with the auburn hair maintained her enigmatic stance, her back still turned. Her identity remained shrouded in mystery, an enigma that intrigued Obi-Wan. He silently resolved to discover the reasons behind her presence and the secrets she held, all while fulfilling his duty to the council and the Jedi Order.

The council chamber hummed with anticipation as Mace Windu, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order, took his place at the center of the room. The lighting grew slightly dimmer, focusing the attention on the council members gathered around. The atmosphere became weighted with a mix of curiosity, concern, and a deep sense of responsibility.

Mace's deep voice resonated through the chamber as he began to speak, his tone both commanding and measured. "I thank you all for your promptness in attending this meeting, fellow masters," he said, his eyes scanning each Jedi present. "We find ourselves facing an unusual event that requires the combined wisdom and utmost delicacy in our approach."

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker exchanged glances, their eyes meeting briefly before returning their attention to Mace. Anakin's gaze flickered towards the door, his expression betraying a hint of restlessness, while Obi-Wan responded with a subtle shrug, signaling his own curiosity and readiness for whatever lay ahead.

"The circumstances we face pertain to the child of the Jedi Sentinel among us," Mace continued, his voice carrying a weight of importance. "This Sentinel has entrusted us with a matter of great significance, and it is imperative that we exercise utmost discretion."

The other council members leaned forward, their interest piqued as they absorbed Mace's words. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for further details. It became apparent that only Mace Windu and Yoda possessed prior knowledge of the unfolding events, leaving the rest of the council in a state of eager curiosity.

Mace paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "We must exercise caution as we navigate this delicate situation," his voice carried a note of gravitas. "Our actions could have far-reaching consequences, not only for the child involved but also for the Jedi Order as a whole. We must proceed with wisdom and compassion."

The council members leaned in, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern. They were well aware that this was a pivotal moment, a test of their collective judgment and the values they held dear. They yearned for more information, eager to understand the depth and significance of the Sentinel's request.

In the midst of the charged atmosphere, Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged another glance, silently communicating their readiness to face the unknown. They understood that the path ahead was shrouded in mystery and filled with challenges, yet their resolve remained unwavering. They were Jedi, after all, and it was their duty to safeguard the Order and protect those in need.

The council chamber retained its solemn atmosphere as Mace Windu addressed the Sentinel, his voice measured and commanding. "Is the boy with you, Sentinel?" he inquired, his gaze steady and unwavering.

The Sentinel nodded, her eyes briefly meeting Mace's before turning to the doors. With a calm and authoritative tone, Mace beckoned the guards at the door. The large doors swung open, revealing Solan, who quickly came to stand by her side. The boy's face was alight with anticipation, his eyes shining with a youthful curiosity unburdened by the weight of the Jedi Council's presence, he cast a bright smile at Obi-Wan.

Solan's mother gently placed her hand on his shoulder, guiding him forward until he stood before her, positioned where the Grandmaster could better see him. Her touch carried both reassurance and a silent reminder for him to remain composed in the presence of the council.

Mace turned his attention to Solan, his eyes studying the young boy. "Welcome, Solan," he greeted warmly. "Do you know where you are, and who everyone in this room is?"

Solan's gaze moved from Mace to the council members, his face bright and eager. He nodded confidently. "Yes, Grandmaster," he replied. "I'm at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and the people here are the members of the Jedi High Council." He proceeded to name a few individuals, including Mace Windu, Yoda, Obi-Wan, Ki-Adi Mundi, Shaak Ti, Kit Fisto, and Anakin with a sense of familiarity that impressed the council.

Mace's amusement danced in his eyes as he continued his conversation with the boy. "And do you know why you are here, Solan?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Solan glanced at his mother, seeking her guidance. She nodded subtly, encouraging him to speak. The young boy took a step forward and cleared his throat. "I'm ten years old," he began, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and seriousness. "My purpose here is to begin my training as a Jedi."

Soft murmurs rippled through the council members, their curiosity and interest piqued by the boy’s candid response. Mace leaned back in his seat, a spark of intrigue glinting in his eyes. "Tell me, Solan," he continued, his tone gentle. "Can you feel the presence of the Force calling to you? Have you ever experienced moments where you've made things happen that you couldn't explain?"

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Solan's lips as he extended his hand, palm upturned. Behind Mace, an ornate ornament sat on display, an object of intricate craftsmanship. As if responding to Solan's invitation, it shot across the room, propelled by an unseen force, and gently came to rest above Solan's outstretched hand.

Gasps of astonishment escaped from the council members, their eyes widening as they witnessed the display of Solan's burgeoning connection to the Force. Mace Windu's lips curved into a small smile, a mix of admiration and anticipation. The young boy had caught their attention, his journey now intricately woven into the destiny of the Jedi Order.

The council chamber fell into a hushed silence as Mace Windu turned his gaze towards Yoda, seeking the ancient Jedi Master's counsel. Yoda, his expression serene and wise, nodded in acknowledgment, indicating his understanding of the situation unfolding before them.

Mace leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the Sentinel. "Has the boy's midi-chlorian count been measured?" he asked, his voice steady and purposeful.

The Sentinel met Mace's gaze, her own eyes steady and resolute. "Yes, Grandmaster," she replied. "His midi-chlorian count stands at 16,000."

A wave of astonishment rippled through the Council Chamber, spreading like wildfire. The Jedi Masters exchanged whispered conversations, their voices tinged with a mix of disbelief and awe. Even Obi-Wan Kenobi, a seasoned Jedi, found himself momentarily taken aback by the sheer magnitude of Solan's connection to the Force.

Mace, regaining his composure, turned his attention back to Solan. "Can you do anything else, young Solan?" he inquired, his voice filled with a blend of curiosity and anticipation.

Solan nodded earnestly, his bright eyes filled with a sense of wonder. "When I touch objects, Grandmaster," he began, his voice carrying a hint of excitement, "I can see their histories. I can see who held them last and they tell me their stories. I can even share what I see with others through touch." Solan's words hung in the air, permeating the council chamber with a sense of extraordinary possibility. “I can share these visions with my mother too.”

A murmur of astonishment swept through the council members once again, their gazes fixed upon the young boy and his mother. Solan's abilities were beyond anything they had encountered before. The Sentinel nodded, confirming her own possession of the same gift, which had manifested after the child’s birth. The depth and complexity of their bond stirred a sense of reverence among the council.

Solan continued, his voice calm and composed. "I have memories, Grandmaster," he continued his words carrying a weight of ancient wisdom. "Memories of my life before I was born, and memories of my mother carrying me in her womb as though they were my own."

The council members listened intently, their eyes widening as they grasped the significance of Solan's words. The boundaries of time and existence seemed to blur in the face of his extraordinary connection to the Force.

Sensing a trace of doubt among the council members, Solan extended his hand, allowing the object he held to make contact with his skin. "This artifact," he began, his voice filled with a knowing certainty, "once belonged to a great Jedi Master who occupied the seat where Master Yoda now sits. He lived during the time of the Old Republic and passed the object to his Padawan, who tragically lost his life. It was lost until it was returned to the council by an ambassador of Arkanis." Solan's words hung in the air, each one carrying an air of truth. “The Great Master became one with the force.”

The council members exchanged shocked glances, their disbelief transforming into resolute belief. Every word uttered by Solan resonated with undeniable authenticity, revealing the depths of his extraordinary abilities and the vastness of his connection to the Force. The Jedi Order stood at the precipice of a new era, guided by the presence of this enigmatic young boy and his mother, both touched by the Force in ways that defied conventional understanding.

The council chamber was filled with a solemn atmosphere, heavy with the weight of Solan's revelations. Mace Windu, stunned into silence by the young boy's extraordinary abilities, found himself momentarily unable to form words. It was Yoda, the venerable Jedi Master, who broke the silence.

Yoda's ancient voice resonated with a mixture of compassion and curiosity as he addressed the boy. "More to tell us, you have, young Solan. Sense it, I do," he said, his wise eyes fixed upon the boy. “Upon your heart, will you share with the council what weighs?"

Solan took a hesitant step backward, but his mother gently urged him forward once more, her touch conveying both support and encouragement. Taking a deep breath, Solan mustered his courage and spoke. "Sometimes, Master Yoda," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "I have dreams. Dreams of things that have been and some things that have not yet come to pass. They frighten me, and sometimes I wake up screaming and crying." He lowered his head slightly as though ashamed, “I know I’m not supposed to be afraid, but I can’t help it. I don’t know how to make the visions stop, sometimes I get sick when I see things.”

A sense of empathy washed over Obi-Wan Kenobi as he listened to the child’s confession. He had been unaware of the depth of the young boy's experiences and the burdens he had already carried at such a tender age. Obi-Wan's heart went out to Solan, recognizing the tremendous weight that the boy had been shouldering in the shadows.

Solan's shoulders slumped, his gaze now fixed upon the ground as if expecting a reprimand. He took another step back, seeking solace in the presence of his mother, who instinctively rested her hands on his shoulders, offering a comforting embrace.

Yoda approached Solan, his ancient eyes filled with wisdom and compassion. “Feel ashamed for feeling fear do not, a heavy burden, visions of the future are. An absence of courage your fear is not.” He imparted.

Solan looked up, his gaze meeting Yoda's countenance. The burden of shame began to ease from his young shoulders as he absorbed Yoda's words of wisdom. A glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes as if a weight had been lifted from his fragile spirit.

The council members, previously silent witnesses to this intimate exchange, now regarded Solan with newfound understanding. The room itself seemed to radiate a sense of compassion and acceptance. Solan, though still young and vulnerable, had taken a courageous step in revealing his fears and doubts. In the presence of Yoda's wisdom, the young boy's journey toward embracing his own strength and resilience had just begun.

The Council Chamber remained filled with a mix of curiosity and concern as everyone absorbed the weighty revelations brought forth by Solan. Anakin Skywalker, his gaze fixed intently on the young boy, felt a deep connection to him, his own curiosity and investment growing with each passing moment. Yoda, having imparted his wisdom, settled back into his seat, his gaze shifting between Solan and his mother.

Mace Windu, the steady voice of authority, addressed Solan once more, his tone gentle yet inquisitive. "Are you afraid of this room, or the people within it, young Solan?" he asked, his eyes showing genuine concern.

Solan took a moment to gather his thoughts, his small hand tightly grasping his mother's for comfort. "No, Grandmaster," he replied honestly. "I'm not afraid of this room or the people. I'm only afraid for my mother."

The attention of the council now shifted to Solan's mother, the Sentinel. She stood there, her posture strong and unwavering, her gaze fixed on her son with a mix of protective love and determination. The council members regarded her with a renewed sense of interest, recognizing the gravity of her situation.

Mace, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance, spoke directly to Solan. "The council does not punish Jedi for having children," he explained. "However, there are rules in place for a reason, but our greatest concern is for your wellbeing, young Solan."

Solan's gaze narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "You promise?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of caution.

Mace met Solan's gaze with empathy and sincerity. "I promise, young one," he affirmed, his words carrying the weight of his authority. "We are here to guide and protect you."

Another master, his curiosity piqued, interjected with a question. "And what about the identity of the boy’s father?" he asked, directing his inquiry to Mace.

Mace's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing as he turned his attention toward Solan's mother. It was a question that lingered in the air, drawing the focus towards the woman who had silently stood beside her son throughout the council's deliberations.

Mace's voice was measured as he asked Solan, "Do you know who your father is?"

Solan's gaze dropped to the ground, a tinge of sadness flickering across his young face. "No," he confessed, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and longing.

The council members exchanged knowing glances, their attention now firmly fixed on Solan's mother. The woman stood there, her demeanor revealing a complex blend of strength, determination, and a hidden past that held the answers to Solan's lineage. The council was poised to uncover a truth that could shape the young boy's destiny within the Jedi Order.

The chamber grew increasingly tense as Mace Windu, his voice unwavering, addressed the Sentinel, requesting the identity of Solan's father. The atmosphere in the room shifted as if holding its breath, as all eyes focused on the woman standing beside her son. There was a hint of defensiveness in her posture, barely perceptible to those not paying close attention, but she concealed it well.

The Sentinel met Mace's gaze, her expression guarded yet resolute. "I know who his father is," she replied, her voice carrying a note of conviction. "And he is alive and well."

Solan turned his gaze towards his mother, his curiosity and trepidation evident in his young eyes. The weight of the moment hung in the air as Mace addressed the Sentinel once more, explaining the council's concerns about secrecy and the need for transparency. He tactfully asked her to reveal the identity of Solan's father before the council.

The Sentinel hesitated, her gaze flickering over her shoulder briefly as if seeking an escape. She then spoke, her voice laced with hesitation. "I’d hoped for the opportunity to tell the father in person first," she admitted, her words revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Mace's tone remained firm as he pressed further, his questions became more direct. "Is the father of ill repute or a criminal?" he inquired, his voice tinged with caution.

The defensive edge in the Sentinel's voice became more pronounced as she quickly retorted, "Not a chance."

The tension in the room escalated, the council members keenly attuned to the standoff between Mace and the Sentinel. Mace refused to yield, his determination was evident. He insisted on the revelation of Solan's father's identity before the council.

The Sentinel, realizing her tactics were failing, changed her approach, requesting that she be allowed to tell her son in private, or at least have him leave the room before revealing the truth. Mace remained silent, his patience waning, as he grew tired of the Sentinel's attempts to delay a straightforward answer.

Mace's voice grew firmer as he stated, "You've had ten years to tell Solan his father's identity, and the time for secrets is over."

The Sentinel appeared defeated, her gaze shifting towards her son. She brushed his hair out of his face, giving him a sympathetic look and squeezing his hand, conveying an unspoken reassurance amidst the uncertainty. Solan, his eyes filled with apprehension and confusion, sensed the change in his mother's demeanor and grew visibly nervous.

With a frustrated sigh, the Sentinel finally spoke, her voice laden with a sense of resignation. "Solan Cael," she began, her gaze fixed on her son, before shifting to meet Mace's gaze directly. "Is the son of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Chapter Two

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”The training room faded away, and Ailani found her mind back in the Council Chambers. She was eleven years old again, staring up at the eyes of the Jedi High Council. Twelve sets of eyes constantly training her. Twelve sets of eyes, always knowing her. Twelve sets of eyes, always seeing through her. Older and wiser minds. Expecting her to grow into something brilliant. Anticipating the first successful Mandalorian Jedi. Expecting the impossible.”

-The Acolyte - Chapter Twelve: The Lesson.

Arriving January 31st.

#begged and borrowed time

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Between Two Worlds Anakin skywalker x reader marvel(mcu) and Star Wars crossover chapter 1 unknown planet and Strange dreams

Anakin had just finished mission was at unknown planet that been attacked by army with 30 droid troopers. and saved that planet with Obi wan even though he is still a Padawan and being trained by obi wan

“Master when can I go to more tougher missions”Anakin Complained. “Anakin you are still a padawan and you need become Jedi knight to go on tougher we need to report the mission to jedi council they might give mission”Obi wan said as he walks to where Jedi council is and Anakin follows

At high council chambers

Me and Anakin had saved that planet from the droid Army that was not so big Obi wan reports to Jedi council “there is one more mission that you and your Padawan Anakin had to finish and it is very dangerous ” Yoda said

both Obi wan and Anakin eyes widen “it is a planet that appeared on jedi archives few hours ago and the planet is called earth it has been not protect by some people that don’t have the force in them and you both have to find someone who is associated with those people without the force and that is force sensitive” Windu explains. ”does me and obi wan have make sure that count Dooku and his droid Army does not take over Earth”Anakin Question the rest of Jedi council nods in agreement “me and my Padawan will take this mission” Obi wan says

“Anakin you have been acting strange lately is there something going on with you Obi wan says calmly “there is master i have been these dreams of a girl who is possibly from that planet Earth I think she had this (Your Hair colour) and (your eye colour) Anakin said to His Master he has feelings for you and even though he had not met you in person and not knowing what your name is at all.

“Anakin don’t try form attachments it is against the Jedi code” Obi wan said while walking to the area where the ships

Anakin and Obi wan enter their ships

Meanwhile on Earth at The Avengers compound

You have started college months ago especially both you and your best friend Peter Parker both go to empire state university yours and Peters other friends Ned and mj both went to different colleges also now you have another best friend (who also became Peter’s best friend)his name is Harry Osborn(he is Peter’s classmate in college and best friend when he goes to college in the comics). even know it’s hard to have two best friends are boys and they are just brothers to you even you and them are not related and the reason you are at avengers compound because the university let the students have a break for three weeks due to one of the students set fire on one of the classroom no body got killed by fire.

You are on video call with your best friends Peter and Harry on your computer “why are we on three week break and every day I hear Sam and Bucky fighting over the tv remote and I wish you guys were here” you complain because you are the only nineteen year old avenger going to college even though you are having strange dreams about a boy who is the same age as you “come on y/n we have been best friends for years and we only met Harry when we started college Peter said . Harry nods “I agree with Peter you guys are my only friends who doesn’t want my money at all and it is cool that my best friends sorta part of avengers and y/n have you not been sleeping lately me and Peter both know” Harry said you give both your best friends confused look “the reason I’m not sleeping well I have been having some boy that is same age as us and it felt too real and i better go to the kitchen before one of the avengers start a food fight and maybe we could go to a cafe in time square tomorrow " You said both Peter and Harry nod and you end the video call and walked to your bed. and sat down on your bed you grabbed the book that you were currently reading from the bed side and continued reading it suddenly someone knocks at your bedroom "come in" you said the door opens "hey kid" Steve said, Steve is one of parental figures that you have (most of the avenger who are older than you) "Hey Steve" You said quietly because you don't want any the other avengers who are living in the compound to know those dreams you had about a boy the same age "you are acting bit different lately the others knows about it also and I know you don't want talk about with anyone you can tell me if you want to" Steve said you give Steve a confused and sighed. "ok fine i have been having dreams or maybe visions about a boy around my age it felt too real and everyday i close my eyes some how random things around me started float with out my own powers (your powers are blue and your abilities are telekinesis and controlling metal and shooting strange blue blasts, opening portals)" You said. "it’s alright kid" Steve said out of nowhere aloud noise from outside "what was that it coming from outside " you said Steve looks at you “I don’t know kid let’s go to the others and check on security camera” Steve said as he runs to the room (where half of the avengers were trying figure what planet thanos was in after the snap you follow him alert unknown ship has landed on compound" F.R.I.D.A,Y said to everyone on the compound “does anyone know where these ships came from and it’s looks more advanced than the ships we use and the guardians ship and also Thor is not back until tomorrow because he is trying fix his relationship with his ex who is human ” you said quietly “ you are bit right those ships and it looks better than the quin jet also are those blaster on those ships” Tony says he thinking of every ship that avengers should “uh Tony please don’t give any weird nickname to who ever is in the ship like what happened three years ago” Bruce says reminding Tony what happened three years ago “seriously Tony every time you fight some threat or one of us you give them a weird name “Natasha says Tony gives a confused look to everyone suddenly your eyes turns blue starting to sense someone on that ship “there is some one in that ship I’m sensing that there is not just one person on that ship”you said you run outside to where the ship is and every one follows. You use Telekinesis to open the ships door and your eyes widen. You see the boy (Anakin)that you had dreams of was real (you think Anakin is Cute)and also you see some person with a beard (obi wan)who is older that probably was in the ship also: you turn the very high tech watch (Tony built you for when Started high school when you were 14 years old) “(ai name) check their pulse if their alive” the watch scans the two strangers “they are alive and their unconscious” (ai name) said suddenly the boy your age wakes up “who are you and are you girl from Those dream I had” Anakin said your eyes widen.

#anakin skywalker x reader #avengers x reader #star wars x reader

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Bring Him Before Us, Then

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:25:55

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Coruscant #Galactic City #Temple Precinct #Jedi Temple #Jedi High Council Chamber #Ki-Adi-Mundi #Yoda #1000 BBY #Mace Windu #Plo Koon #door security panel #EasyRide air taxi #turbolift #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Qui-Gon Jinn

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Haunted Clone Week

Written for the Day 3 prompt "Body Horror -Please Not Again"

@clonefandomevents

AO3 version here

Alpha-17 gathers the Jedi council to get permission to take action after he received a recording of some very gruesome happenings going on right under their noses.

Trigger Warnings for Body Horror, Forced Surgery, Abuse to Clones.

The Jedi Council weren’t sure why they were all being summoned, Alpha-17 could tell by their faces and how calm they all seemed as they greeted each other as those there in person took their seats and those who couldn’t be present appeared via holoprojection.

Alpha had basically ordered Yoda to summon them all and maybe it was his own emotions being projected in the force, or maybe Yoda had heard the rumors of 17 previously declaring he would punt the little master like a football if they allowed something like what happened to Wolffe’s boys happen again. Not the death, he didn’t blame the jedi for that, but the situation afterwards where Wolffe, Comet and Sinker were not given the proper care they deserved or needed for that sort of situation. Two days leave was not enough before sticking them in another battle. Alpha had commed Obi-Wan and told him to fix it or he’d fix it himself and they’d all regret that.

Either way, the little troll had come through and the council had been gathered. Alpha stepped forward once they were all there. “I would not have asked for you to gather if what I had to tell and show you was not critical. As you are aware, the Kaminoans are not the most moral of people and their view of clones is the same as mere product to earn them a profit. However they are a proud people who would only sell a product of high quality and standards. That is why it was one of them who brought this new horror to my attention to then bring word to you.” He said seriously looking at each of them in turn.

“What I am about to show you is gruesome and not for faint hearts. I ask that if at any point you need me to stop the recording, or if you need to step away, please do so. A written report has also been sent out now.” He said causing several of them to look at him with concern but he ignored them and stepped side to raise a holoscreen where a recording was paused. With a final look around he began the video.

“My name is Min-No, I am from experimental batch K-Alpha. I was asked to make this recording showing what is happening here in the deep sea labs. I’ll begin with myself. I am a clone of Jango Fett that has been spliced with Kaminoan DNA. I am the only one of my batch to survive as I was lucky that my mutations didn’t lead to suffocation via collapsing lungs or other fatal complications. My neck is a little long for a human, my eyes perceive light on the ultraviolet spectrum but leave me with migraines without special goggles, I cannot grow hair on my body. My bones and organs are made to withstand great pressure without being crushed. This is the main factor that killed the others. I was more human and it saved me.” A young feminine voice spoke and they were able to see the girl speaking in a mirror. Her limbs looked oddly long and she seemed to sway even when standing but overall she was clearly a clone just like the countless others they fought with.

“They decided I was wasted being left in a room all day so they trained me to help with other experiments… That is what I’m supposed to show you. I… I don’t want to show you.” Her voice trembled around the camera before she carefully hid it in her scrubs to peek out of a hole in the shirt pocket. They watched her hesitate but looking at a clock in corner got her moving out of the fresher and out into what must of been the main cloning chamber.

There were rows and rows of tubes filled with clones of varying ages but none of them were standard clones. There were clones with extra limbs, clones with tendrils spilling out of their heads or half formed montrals or lekku. But all of them Min-No passed without fear or trouble. They had been born or created this way and to her they were no more horrific then her own reflection. No the horror came when she stepped through an access locked door after imputing the codes- slowly enough they could see it.

Inside were more clones, strapped to tables, blood and other fluids left to stain their skin as if they weren’t even worth the water to rinse them off. These had limbs missing or grafted on in ways clearly meant to cause pain or allow pain to continue when it could have been prevented.

“These are… the harvesting rooms… for spare parts and… pain tolerance testing. This is also where they do surgery to test if certain limbs or organs will work on standard clones.” She whispered as she walked through the room towards the back where a new clone was being strapped to the table under the watchful eyes of a Kaminoan scientist.

“Ah, K-01, good. This clone was slated for decommissioning however it would be wasted not to get use out of them first. We still need to test if the eyes from the others from your batch can be used for anything useful.” The Kaminoan said clearly trying to test her. Min-No seemed to know it too.

“Of course. Shall I retrieve the samples from cold storage?” She asked voice completely detached and cold and nothing like the voice she had used when addressing the recording. It was a good front and 17 was certain it was another reason they hadn’t just replaced her.

“No, remain here with the test subject and begin prepping for surgery. I will gather the needed samples.” The Kaminoan told her and glided from the room. She started messing with the IVs as the trooper whined.

“Please, not again. Please don’t make me do this again. Just kill me.” He begged blinking sightless eyes, likely the reason he was scheduled to be decommissioned. He already had scars from some other surgery done to his chest.

“I’m going to give you some pain meds. It’s all I can do, I’m sorry.” She murmured quietly and then added some drugs to the IV that caused him to slowly stop mumbling after a while. The video continued on showing the whole procedure with all the gory details.

Two of the Jedi on the council ended up needing to leave the room. 17 didn’t judge them.

“This… You are correct. This needs to be stopped. Do you have a plan?” Shaak Ti asked with a quiet simmering behind her eyes. Alpha 17 nodded.

“I have a team ready but this will not be quiet. The Kaminoans will try to over their own asses once this comes to light. I need you all to deal with the fallout, not the actual mission, though you are welcome as always Master Ti.” 17 said with a grin. They were going to teach those aiwha-baits a lesson they weren’t going to forget anytime soon.

#haunted clone week #star wars #tcw #fanfic #angst #tw body horror #clone troopers #the clone wars #my writing #Alpha-17 #clonefandomevents

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Red Line (Prologue)

Anakin Skywalker

A/N: This is my fuck it we ball moment diving head first into the Star Wars fandom. I fully concede I am new to the fandom and DO NOT know everything. But I do know that I am really good at writing fanfic that a) Diverges from canon b) adds a little bit of a ‘modern’ twist on to some (most) stuff.

This is gonna be a lil seriesssss and I am very excited. Prologue is a little short but future parts will be longer! Constructive criticism is welcome, but like I said I do know I diverge from canon here quite a bit. There will eventually be canon typical violence but not quite yet.

Buckle your seatbelts for Angst, Spice and Fluff.

Word Count: 1,942

“No one said it was bring your street rat to work day,” Lyra’s right eye twitched at the sound of the all too familiar voice behind her as she neared the High Council Chamber, “and who said you could have a pet anyways? Can’t complain about me being the only one to get special treatment now.” She took a moment to take in a deep breath before acknowledging the boy behind her. She hadn’t seen him in nearly two months now as their missions had taken them separate ways, but he still clearly remembered how to get under her skin from the get go. Biggs sat down quietly at Lyra’s feet, watching the individual his master had yet to acknowledge carefully.

“I forgot I’m not the only non-Council member they let into these meetings as of this session’s beginning.” Lyra finally turned around and saw Anakin Skywalker striding down the hallway, making his way towards the same place she’d be going. She hated to admit that Anakin had finally won the council over with his skills, allegedly. They had agreed that the Padawan was ready to begin understanding what being one of the most powerful Jedi meant. For the past two sessions Lyra had felt special, she was the only Padawan to be taken into council meetings, to truly begin her journey to becoming a Jedi-Knight and diplomat. Now though, now Anakin would be there also, he was naturally seen to be more gifted than her and she felt threatened by the boy standing in front of her. He’d once again be breathing down her neck like he had been since his arrival.

Anakin knelt down in front of Biggs and offered the Tooka cat his left index finger. Biggs’ large ears flattened as he sniffed the boy’s finger, hissing not long after before slinking away to curl around Lyra’s feet. “Oh how kind he is, I don’t understand why-” but Anakin didn’t get to finish his thought before Biggs unwound himself from his Master’s feet and began to bound down the hallway, clearly having seen someone he was rather fond of.

“Oh if it isn’t my favorite Padawan!” Obi-Wan’s voice filled the hallway, Biggs scampering around the Jedi Master’s feet as he bent down to pet the creature. “Ahh yes,” Obi-Wan straightened, “and you managed to drag in Anakin and Lyra as well. Wonderful! I was hoping someone would make sure they arrived on time” Obi-Wan picked up Biggs and strode past Anakin and Lyra, not acknowledging the two Padawans who were still awkwardly looking at one another in the hallway. Anakin had his hands clasped in front of him and nodded at his master as he passed, Lyra nodding at the Master Kenobi as well.

“Well,” Mace Windu followed not far behind Obi-Wan, “I don’t care if Obi-Wan’s Padawan is the last to arrive at the first council meeting of the new session, but I refuse to have you fall to the same fate.” He gave Lyra a stern nod before walking into the High Council Chamber. Lyra rolled her eyes, which she heard Anakin snicker at, before the pair of Padawans followed their Masters into the High Council Chambers.

While Obi-Wan took his time to become a friend to Anakin, learning to understand his Padawan past his Jedi training, Master Windu simply seemed to regard Lyra as his student. Nothing more and nothing less. Lyra had learned plenty from Master Windu, and it had allowed her to earn quite the reputation, but she sometimes longed for the relationship Anakin and Obi-Wan seemed to have, she didn’t resent the pair, she just wished she could experience the same connection with her Master.

Twelve chairs sat in the High Council room and Lyra heard Anakin let out a snicker in realization when he too had only counted twelve chairs, and while only seven currently had individuals sitting in them, both Lyra and Anakin knew that none of the dozen chairs were meant for them. Lyra had gotten used to standing for the duration of the meetings, but Anakin clearly took some offense to the fact that he’d be expected to stand the entire meeting. He was still a Padawan, not even a Knight yet; why would he expect any special treatment?

Lyra stepped further into the room and took her place next to Mace’s chair where she knew she was expected to stand for the duration of the meeting. Anakin, who had not been invited to the High Council’s meetings until this term, however, looked rather confused and stood awkwardly at the front of the room. Obi-Wan lifted his left hand from Biggs’ head momentarily to motion towards Lyra, Anakin’s eyes flickering to the girl briefly before he took his place at Obi-Wan’s side the same way Lyra stood next to her own Master.

“Been a long time since I have seen you it has, Lyra.” Lyra looked next to her where Master Yoda sat, his small frame practically engulfed by his chair. “Doing well I hope you are.” Prior to the break the more advanced Padawan’s were given, Lyra had been sent on a nearly two month long mission to Kessel to investigate a Spice ring operating out of the planet. She had posed as the well-off daughter of a diplomatic family looking to invest her money into something more profitable than typical government affairs and get into something more exciting than being the daughter of a diplomat. It had been a grueling two months and she would be expected to return to Kessel again at some point, but the intel she had managed to gain had proved to be valuable to the Council and Senate thus far.

“Yes Master Yoda, I’m doing quite well. I’m rather glad to be back, although it was nice to get some time off with the other Padawans.” Lyra heard Obi-Wan let out a thoughtful hum from two chairs over. Throughout recent years the High Council had begun letting older Padawans take some well deserved time off. Lyra also theorized it was to give the Masters a break from their Padawans as well, and while certain worldly things were still not encouraged, taking short breaks was something now seen to help some Padawans connect even more with the Force on their own time. Time to rest, rejuvenate and create a stronger bond with the force had been how the short break had been described to the group of Padawans that had earned the time away from the temple. Although the trip wasn’t necessarily used for its intended purpose, and most of the Council likely knew that, it continued to prove to be successful for the Padawans and Masters to take a short time away from each other.

“Ahh yes you went to the beaches of Naboo with some of the other Padawans if I’m correct?” Obi-Wan spoke up. Lyra forgot how normal most conversations felt prior to High Council meetings occurring. Although there were some formalities, like her need to stand next to her Master and the ability to speak only if addressed during the meetings, prior to their start it often felt like catching up with old friends.

Lyra uncrossed her arms and pulled out a holoprojector from her robes. “Yes it was fantastic!” An image pulled up on Lyra’s projector of her and Astrid, one of the Padawans she has formed a rather close friendship with, at a beach. Lyra had on a blue metallic wrap bikini and held her purple, double bladed lightsaber in her left hand, both blades ignited and locked with Astrid’s green saber. “Don’t look at that! I didn’t even bring my lightsaber with me.” Ki-Adi-Mundi let out a small laugh as Lyra quickly tried to get the image to switch but it just turned to an image of her slicing some type of tropical fruit in half with one of her blades. She felt her face flush as the council members nearby began to laugh.

“You’re nearly a Jedi Knight, Lyra.” Mace spoke up, “you're trusted to take your lightsaber where you please. Besides we all did questionable things in our younger years, much of it just wasn’t documented in the same way.”

Lyra’s projector switched to an image of her and Biggs in the water of Naboo, the Tooka Cat sitting on her head while a silver scalloped bikini hugged her body and a pair of rather stylish sunglasses sat on the bridge of her nose. What Lyra didn’t see though, while she was flicking through the images, was the way Anakin’s eyes widened seeing so much of her skin uncovered. Little was left to his imagination and he cleared his throat, turning to see who else had arrived to the meeting thus far.

While Lyra had begun her training at the academy at the age of four, Anakin, who was two years her elder, didn’t arrive until he was nine. And in the nine years the two had trained together, neither had seen the other in anything less than their robes. Until now that was, and Anakin couldn’t quite place the feeling that began to swim low in his stomach at the sight of Lyra in such little clothing. The metallic material made her blue eyes shine more than usual and she was incredibly well muscled while still having curves in just the right places .

“The break, I hope you enjoyed. Working again, you must begin.” Master Yoda spoke once Lyra tucked away her holoprojector.

“Of course Master Yoda,” Lyra nodded her head once, “I’m glad to be back to training; too much of a break isn’t good for me.” She nodded in toward master Yoda before turning to Anakin. “Did you do anything with the time off you were given, Anakin?” The boy seemed to feel very awkward in the space and Lyra noticed his face growing slightly redder, and while they had their differences at times Lyra still wanted Anakin to feel welcome in the new space.

Hearing his name caused Anakin to dial back into the conversation taking place in front of him and he stammered for a moment before formulating his response. “Obi-Wan and myself traveled to Alderaan for a meeting with the royal family.” Anakin’s posture relaxed more as he spoke. No longer standing stiffly with his feet shoulder width apart next to Obi-Wan. “It was a rather nice visit, although it doesn’t seem as leisurely as yours, Lyra.”

Lyra felt her lip twitch and she motionlessly raised a small round fruit from the table in the center of the room and flicked it at Anakin’s head. The sphere making contact with the center of his forehead before falling on the floor. Anakin knew that she had been on a mission for two months prior to being given her break, a mission during which she was cut off from everyone and everything she knew.

Anakin’s hand twitched and Lyra saw another fruit begin to rise from the bowl moments before Obi-Wan lifted his hand and directed it to his palm, handing it promptly to Biggs who still sat curled on his lap. “Must Mace and I have you two spar like when you were younglings to level your differences?” Biggs chewed loudly on the fruit but glanced between Obi-Wan and Anakin, as if he knew what was occurring in front of him.

“No Master.”

“No Master Obi-Wan.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan directed his attention away from Anakin and Lyra and to the other Jedi Masters who had just begun the meeting and Lyra knew that again bumping shoulders with Anakin every day would soon drive her to her breaking point.

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The Will of the Force - CH 20

Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obikin AO3 Masterlist

Summary: What if Obi-wan hadn’t been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn’t perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

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Chapter 20

The trip back to Coruscant was spent with Anakin doing his utmost to keep his ever restless Jedi in bed and resting, by any means. That very much included endless makeout sessions while laying in Obi-Wan’s bed in the medbay, their lips rarely leaving the others except for a quick breath here and there, hands tangled in each other's hair, limbs entwined. At some point Anakin wasn't sure where he ended and Obi-Wan began, not that he was complaining. If it kept Obi-Wan in bed rather than wandering through the ship, risking potentially worsening his injuries, then Anakin was more than happy to lay in that too small bed forever and kiss Obi-Wan until he couldn't breathe anymore.

But of course, all good things must come to an end, as all too soon they landed on Coruscant and they were forced to break apart and get out of bed. The rest he acquired on the trip back had done Obi-Wan well, as he was walking on his own now, less and less needing Anakin's shoulder to lean on for support. Anakin was pleased with it, but as they walked off the ship with Padmé and Qui-Gon in front of them, Master Yoda and Master Windu both waiting for them in the hanger, Obi-Wan suddenly leaned over and wrapped an arm around Anakin's shoulders. He felt heavy again, and though it worried Anakin for just a moment, something flashed across the bond and he very quickly understood.

“Your Highness, Prince Anakin,” both Windu and Yoda bowed as they reached them, “we are glad that you're both safe, as well as you, Master’s.”

“All thanks to Master’s Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan,” Padmé gestured to the two Jedi beside her, “if it weren't for them we surely wouldn't be here right now, and I especially owe a great deal of gratitude to Master Obi-Wan for saving my Anakin.”

“Rewarded for his efforts, Master Obi-Wan shall be,” Yoda said, and nodded toward where Obi-Wan was still heavily draped across Anakin's shoulders.

“Thank you, Master.”

“But for now we must get you both to the council room for debriefing,” Windu announced, “your Highness, the room you were in previously is still available to you, as is the room across the hall for the young Prince. I can have another Jedi escort you both there if you would like.”

“Actually,” Obi-Wan started, leaning impossibly heavier on Anakin's shoulders, “I am still very weak from my bout with the Sith Lords. If it is at all possible, I wouldn't mind the allowance of one more night of rest before we jump into meetings and debriefings.”

“Informed us of your injuries, Master Qui-Gon has, but more to tell, you have?” Yoda looked up to Qui-Gon who simply nodded, giving nothing more away. “Then meet tomorrow, we shall, to discuss what remains. Wait until then, the rest can. Rest you must for now, Obi-Wan. Help you need with the Master, young Prince?”

“That's okay,” Anakin nodded to him, gripping tighter to Obi-Wan’s hand over his shoulder and pulling him closer to his side, “I would like to help Master Kenobi, if that is alright, he did save my life after all.”

Yoda contemplated it for a moment, before nodding and smiling up at Anakin. “Very well then, to the Halls of Healing, go you will.”

“Ah…” Obi-Wan started, “I think a good night's rest in my chambers is all I need, Master.”

“Very well,” he repeated, “anything you need, let us know.”

“Thank you, Master Yoda, I do appreciate it.”

Yoda nodded to him, then turned his attention to Windu. “Aid the Clones with the prisoner, perhaps we should instead.”

All of them turned just in time to watch both of the Clone battalions who had aided them at the Sith Citadel, leave the ship with Palpatine, lead by both Cody and rex. Their blasters were all focused on him, not a single one of them turning their eyes away from the Sith Lord for so much as a single second, and as soon as they were off the ship they were surrounded by a ring of Jedi Masters. There was no escaping in the cards for Palpatine this time, not without a fight he would not win.

“You may think you've won, Kenobi, but this reprieve will not be the happy ending you expect it to be,” Palpatine spat as he was escorted past them, “the dark side has not died, the Sith will prevail, and next time we meet I will ensure that you suffer until you are begging me for death.”

“Hey! Keep it shut!” Rex shouted as he shoved his blaster hard into the Sith Lords back, pushing him forward. “Keep it moving!”

He said no more as he walked with the Clones and Jedi through the hanger, each step bringing him closer and closer to his fate. But despite the fact that Palpatine was very much subdued and completely under control, Obi-Wan could feel the tension and worry suddenly encompassing the bond.

“Allow you all to take your leave, we will. Deal with the former Chancellor, we must,” Yoda said then turned to follow the Clones, “come, Master Windu, much to do we have.”

He too said his goodbyes and left, and the second they were out of sight Obi-Wan turned to face Anakin, lifting his free hand to cup his cheek. “Don't worry, my darling, he cannot hurt you again. His reign is over.”

“But everything he said…” Anakin shook his head, the worry clear in his eyes, “What if it's true? What if he has something up his sleeve and we still aren't safe.”

“Anakin, hush,” he soothed, “I promise you we are safe. Palpatine will be imprisoned until his fate is to be decided, under guard, with no chance to escape. And no matter what I will never be leaving your side again, there is nothing to worry about, my love. Please trust me.”

“I do, I trust you, Obi-Wan,” he nodded, “he just worries me. He deceived us all once before, who's to say he won't be able to do it a second time.”

“If he does, we will handle him and whatever he may attempt to throw our way,” Qui-Gon assured him from the side, then in an attempt to move Anakin's thoughts away from threats of danger, he placed a hand at the small of Padmé's back and said, “now, I shall escort Padmé up to her chambers, and I assume you will be helping Obi-Wan to his own chambers.”

“I will make sure he gets there safely and gets all the rest he needs.”

Qui-Gon smirked and eyed the pair knowingly, “I'm sure you will,” then turned Padmé away from them and walked her through the temple and toward her chambers.

Anakin and Obi-Wan followed, at a much slower pace, but eventually they made it to the elevator that would take them to Obi-Wan’s room. They were both quiet the whole way there, with Obi-Wan still leaning on Anakin for support as they finally made it to Obi-Wan’s room, and he waved a hand to let them in. As soon as they were inside and the door was locked behind them, both Anakin and Obi-Wan smirked at one another, and Obi-Wan lifted his weight off of Anakin to stand perfectly fine on his own two legs.

“So, you still need to rest, huh?” Anakin teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Rest is definitely not what I need or what I want,” he answered and crowded into Anakin's space again, taking him by the waist and pulling him in as close as he could, “I just wanted one more night of peace with you before we have to face the Council tomorrow.”

“Are you worried?” Anakin asked, kneading the back of Obi-Wan’s neck in an attempt to sooth him.

He nodded his head, brushing his nose against Anakin’s as he did. “They will not be pleased with me. I pledged my life to the Jedi Order, and now to leave it so easily for love, a thing that a Jedi is forbidden to have… I fear they will not let me go so easily.”

“We can still change the plan, Obi-Wan. We don't have to tell the Council anything. I can stay right here with you and you can continue to serve as a Jedi, we don't have to go back to Naboo if you don't want to.”

“No,” Obi-Wan shook his head, tightening his grip around Anakin’s waist, “no, I want to come clean to the Council, I want them to know that I have fallen in love with you, I want them to know about our bond, and I want to tell them that I am leaving the Order. If we stay it will only place you in constant danger, should an enemy on a mission discover my love for you, they would surely use you against me. Not to mention I would rarely be here, I would always be sent away on orders from the Council, orders I would not be able to refuse, and I do not wish to ever be away from you again. I want to return to Naboo and live my life with you, not stay here only to live my life away from you.”

“Alright,” Anakin nodded, “if that is what you want, then we will speak to the Council together and then return home as soon as we can.”

“This is what I want,” he answered, “but what I don't want is to talk about the Council anymore.”

“What do you want then?” Anakin asked, his tone playful, clearly already knowing exactly where this was headed.

“I want to love you.”

“Then love me.”

Obi-Wan closed the gap and slotted their mouths together in a heated kiss, wasting no time in pouring every ounce of love he could into it. He had come so close to losing Anakin, in more ways than just one. He had let Anakin be taken, and then in his desperation to get him back he had almost fallen to the dark side. He needed to feel Anakin more now than ever, needed to feel his skin against his own, know that he was really and truly there with him. That he was warm, and alive, and his once again. Never again would Obi-Wan ever let this slip from within his grasp.

He slowly started walking them back to the bedroom, never moving his lips from Anakin’s, never taking his hands off his body. Eventually Anakin's legs found the mattress and Obi-Wan laid him back gently, moving them up the bed to rest his head back against the pillows. But still neither of them had made any attempt to let go of the other, nor did they want to.

But soon enough Anakin became impatient. Having Obi-Wan pressed against him, laying on top of him, his lips and tongue devouring Anakin's mouth, was just not enough. He needed to feel him, all of him, so reluctantly he pulled his lips away and tugged at the hem on Obi-Wan’s shirt. They quickly undressed, tossing shirts, pants, and everything else onto the floor, not caring where it landed, and finally they were pressed together again, completely skin to skin.

They took a moment to soak each other in, hands caressing each other's faces with a softness that spoke volumes to both of their fragile states. They were here, together, safe and in love, but still they were both terrified that in the blink of an eye it would all fall apart. That one touch to hard would shatter the glass beneath them and they would come crashing down to a harsh reality were they were ripped apart once again. A reality that neither of them would live through. But this, together as two halves of one whole heart, this was their perfection, it was where they belonged and it was where they both intended to stay.

When Anakin finally opened his eyes, Obi-Wan was staring down at him with the most loving and tender look in his eyes, and it made Anakin's stomach flutter. He would never get tired of that look or the way it made him feel. Then Obi-Wan was moving closer, slowly closing the gap between them once again, but this time his lips landed on the long cut over Anakin's eye. He softly kissed it starting from the top, over his eye, and to the bottom, before moving back to kiss Anakin's lips once then hover over him again.

Then Anakin took his turn, lifting his shoulders slightly off the bed to tenderly run his lips over Obi-Wan’s left eye, the one that had changed to be half yellow during the fight, before pressing his lips together and pressing a feather light kiss to the lid. When he laid back down he left his hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek, smiling up at the love of his life hovering above him, and Obi-Wan turned his head into Anakin's palm. He kissed it, long, before turning back to look at Anakin while he held his hand against his cheek.

“I told you I would always love you, all of you, no matter what.”

Obi-Wan could only smile at him as he whispered over and over again, “And I love you, Anakin, I love you so much,” while he pressed their chests together again and moved his lips to travel over every inch of Anakin's skin.

As he traveled down Anakin's body he whispered his mantra between every kiss to his skin, like a lifeline, letting it soak into Anakin with every arch of his body into Obi-Wan’s mouth. Anakin's hands found their way into Obi-Wan’s hair when he reached his cock, showing it the same treatment as he had given the rest of Anakin's body, then took it into his mouth. It took every ounce of Anakin's strength to keep himself from bucking fully into the heat of it, but Obi-Wan was taking no time in sucking Anakin's cock in as far as he could.

Anakin's hands tightened in Obi-Wan’s hair as he felt his cock hit the back of Obi-Wan’s throat, a chesty moan ripping from him. Then Obi-Wan’s fingers were grazing his lips and he sucked them in, lapping his tongue around them, coating them completely. When Obi-Wan pulled his fingers back, satisfied with Anakin's work on them, he laid back and awaited, knowing what was coming next. Slowly, one finger was pushed inside him as Obi-Wan hollowed his cheeks and sucked him in impossibly deeper. Soon after a second finger joined the first, and then a third, and by the time he was a moaning writhing mess on the very edge, Obi-Wan released his cock with a pop and crawled back up his body to hover over his already panting and wrecked form.

He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against Anakin’s, the younger boy's hands still tightly wound in his hair as he held him close. “Are you ready, my love?” He whispered against Anakin's lips, feeling him nod against him. He reached one hand down between them, grabbing his own cock and lining himself up with Anakin, then slowly he pushed forward until he was completely inside him.

They both released pleasured sighs, finally being able to be one completed whole, all of it bringing about a whole new wave of feelings after both of them having come so close to losing each other. It was almost overwhelming, almost too much. Before Obi-Wan started moving, Anakin reached up and wrapped his arms around his neck and held his Jedi against his chest.

“Please, just…” He started, slotting his face against Obi-Wan’s, lifting his legs to wrap around his waist as well, “Can we just stay like this for a second?”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan breathed and nodded, then reached a hand up to tuck a stray strand of Anakin's hair behind his ear.

“I just came so close to losing you I thought… I thought that I would never be able to be with you like this again, that I would never be able to feel you, or love you again, and I-”

“Shh, Anakin,” he soothed, kissing away the tear that escaped him, “I know, because I was worried too. But we are both here, both safe, and both together. Do not let it worry you any more, that threat has passed and nothing will ever part us again.”

“I know,” he whispered, hugging him tighter, closer, nestling his head into the crook of his neck and breathing him in, “I just love you too much, even thinking of being without you again hurts.”

“Well you don't have to ever think of it again,” he smiled against Anakin's cheek, trying to get his thoughts away from the what if’s, “we are going to be married soon, after which you will be officially stuck with me forever.”

He managed to actually make Anakin laugh, a light chuckle escaping him as Obi-Wan moved to the side to suck a mark behind his ear. “Good, and once you're crowned I'll have you completely trapped.”

Obi-Wan laughed too, abandoning his current mark to move back to kiss Anakin's lips.

Anakin melted into the long kisses, letting Obi-Wan’s lips and tongue attack him for as long as he wanted, while he took pleasure in the feeling of Obi-Wan being inside of him in more than one way. Before eventually he pulled back, just enough to say, “I'm ready, you can move now. But don't sit up, just stay here.”

Obi-Wan shifted just a little, giving his hips enough room to pull back just a bit while still keeping himself firmly planted against Anakin's chest, then started a slow even rhythm. Anakin's hands moved to clutch desperately at Obi-Wan’s back, and Obi-Wan’s hands cradled Anakin's face as he pressed their noses together, their parted lips brushing against the others with each grind of Obi-Wan’s hips. Their panted breaths were forced into the others mouth, their tongues darted out to occasionally taste the other, hands roamed every inch of skin and tightened their holds in hair, their sweat slicked chests slid together. Neither of them dared part a single inch or lessen their hold on the other, for this time together seemed to mean so much more than any other time between them. As Obi-Wan had said, they were alive, and safe, and together, and Anakin knew that this was what their forever held for the both of them. He wanted no other future but this, just them, together, two halves of the same heart finally able to be whole.

Anakin arched his back against Obi-Wan when one perfectly placed thrust had him almost tipping over the edge, lifting up to kiss Obi-Wan hard and let him swallow his moans as he relentlessly hit that spot over and over again. And he could feel Obi-Wan was just as much on the edge as he was, as his thrusts were becoming sporadic and uneven, the hand wrapped in Anakin's hair tightening even more as he got closer.

“Ah, Obi-Wan,” Anakin moaned and pulled back from the kiss, “come, Obi-Wan, come and I’ll be right behind you.”

“Anakin-” He grunted, stuttering his hips only a few more times before he came, his hips stilled tightly against Anakin’s ass as a loud, “Oh!” was punched from his core.

And Anakin was as he said, right behind him, moaning a continuous strung out mess of Obi-Wan’s name, and came between them, covering both of their stomachs in a warm sticky mess.

They both took their time coming down, catching their breaths while Obi-Wan collapsed his full weight on Anakin, his face tucked tightly into Anakin's neck, humming as he breathed in the scent that was all his dear one. They stayed together like that, Obi-Wan still inside Anakin, for the longest time, neither of them wanting to move. But eventually Obi-Wan did roll them over so he wasn't completely crushing Anakin, and still held him close against his chest, Anakin's head now tucked under his chin.

“Are you alright, dear one?” He asked, running his fingers through Anakin's hair.

He hummed contentedly against Obi-Wan’s chest, his own fingers playing with the tight red curls of his chest hair. “Perfect,” he answered, sounding half asleep already, “you know how much I love you, right?”

“Of course I do, my love,” he said and hugged Anakin tighter against him to kiss the top of his head, “and you know how much I love you?”

“I do.”

Anakin sighed against his chest and Obi-Wan felt his body relax with the release of it, his limbs heavy against his own. “Go to sleep now, my love,” he whispered into Anakin's hair, but he was already long gone, and Obi-Wan was not far behind him.

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When Anakin woke it was already sometime in the late morning. The sun was shining through the windows of Obi-Wan’s room, lighting strips across his face where it warmed him into wakefulness. But speaking of his beloved Jedi, Anakin was a bit confused when he rolled over, his arm seeking out Obi-Wan behind him, but found the bed empty instead.

He sat up quickly, now fully awake and seeking him out. A quick and fast rising shiver of panic shot through him, for a moment he worried that something had happened or gone wrong. Maybe someone had found out about them before they’d had the chance to explain, maybe the Council had called him away in the dead of the night, demanded he stay with the Order and leave Anakin, sent him away on a mission that he couldn't refuse. But just as soon as the feeling had risen it was quelled by a soothing sensation enveloping the bond, accompanied by a shouted, “I'm just out here, dear one!” and Anakin let go a breath he hadn't realized he’d been holding.

He stood and wrapped the sheet around his still naked body, holding it tight around his shoulders, and found Obi-Wan sitting on the couch in the next room, also still naked. Though unlike Anakin he hadn't taken the time to bother covering himself in any way.

When Anakin walked over, Obi-Wan held out his arms and guided him to straddle his lap, his hands immediately running up and down the expanse of his back under the sheet as Anakin leaned down to give him a quick kiss. “How long have you been up?”

“Not long,” he sighed, keeping Anakin's face close to his, “perhaps only ten minutes longer than you.”

“You're worried.” Anakin stated, he could feel it.

Obi-Wan nodded, “The closer and closer it gets to the meeting with the Council, the more I fear it will not go well.”

“There is still time to change your mind,” Anakin reminded him again, “no matter what I will always be here, whether it's on Coruscant or Naboo.”

“My mind has not changed, my love. Naboo is our home, and it is the only path that will allow us to live the free life we deserve to live. That is where I want to be. I just know they will be disappointed.”

“They shouldn't be,” Anakin said, placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing his thumb soothingly, “this is your choice and they should respect it. If they don't, then it doesn't matter, because you will always have me, and Padmé, and you know that no matter what Qui-Gon will never be disappointed in you. What else matters after that?”

“You are right, Anakin,” he smiled up at him, “I need nothing more than that. And I think we should just get this over with so that we can go home, put everything else behind us and move forward.”

“I agree. What time are you supposed to meet Qui-Gon before we all speak with the Council?”

Obi-Wan looked at the time and sighed, “In about twenty minutes. So unfortunately there is no time for me to do anything about the fact that you are currently sitting on me, naked and beautiful.”

Anakin chuckled, then kissed him quickly again before pushing himself up to stand. “Let's get dressed then. And our ship back to Naboo isn’t leaving until tomorrow morning. So once the meeting is over you'll have all that time while we wait to do whatever you want to me, because as soon as we get back to this room later, my first kingly order is ‘no clothes shall be worn within the chambers’.”

Obi-Wan jumped up and ran after Anakin, lifting him into his arms with a squeal of laughter and running into the room. “Let's make this meeting as brief as possible then!”

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Dressed and finally leaving Obi-Wan’s chambers, they quickly made their way through the halls of the Temple. Despite knowing that no matter what the Council had to say wasn’t going to change anything, Obi-Wan still felt the nerves creeping slowly through his body the closer they got to the Council's chambers. Though having Anakin beside him was a bit of a comfort, easing him slightly, and the fact that he had been holding Anakin's hands since the moment they left his chambers was also helping ease things. But as they walked through the halls, eventually coming to pass a few of Obi-Wan’s fellow Jedi who as they passed, eyed their clasped hands with odd looks.

Anakin saw it, knew that Obi-Wan was being judged by people he had practically been raised with, his family, so he pulled his hand from Obi-Wan’s grasp just as they entered the elevator.

When the doors closed and they began their ascent to the Council, Obi-Wan turned to him. “What's wrong? Why did you let me go?”

“I saw how those other Jedi looked at you,” he explained, eyes down, “they looked at you holding my hand and they were not impressed. You already have so much to deal with right now with the Council, I just don't want to make things any harder for you. I can keep to myself until we are back on Naboo, I don't want your fellow Jedi to push you away because of me.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathed, closing in on him and placing a hand on his cheek, “I do not care. Let them see, I'm leaving the Order anyway, they might as well know it's because I fell in love with you.”

“But…” He shook his head, holding Obi-Wan’s hand tightly against his cheek, “I just don't want to be a problem.”

“You are not a problem, nor will you ever be,” he soothed, then reached down to take his hand again as they exited the elevator together, “let them all see us.”

It wasn't long after they left the elevator that they made it to the doors to the Council's chambers, where they found Qui-Gon just about to step inside. They both picked up their pace, Obi-Wan calling out for his master to wait.

“Master,” he said as they made it to where he was standing and waiting for them, “you were going to go inside without us?”

“I requested a private audience with Master Yoda and Master Windu, before you and Anakin join us,” he explained, “I will make sure they understand everything fully before you both come inside.”

“Master, please,” he reached out and grabbed his Master's arm, “we are ready to explain everything to the Council, allow us to join you.”

Qui-Gon merely smiled and lifted his hands to Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “I told you I would handle this when the time came, and now is that time. Allow me to be your Master this one last time.”

He felt Anakin squeeze his hand gently and tug him back. He nodded to his Master, still a bit awestruck at his words, then watched him turn and walk into the Council’s chambers.

~~~~~~~~~~~

After explaining everything, Qui-Gon stood before the Council, calmly awaiting their reactions. He had told them everything, starting with the bond that had formed between his younger Padawan and the boy Prince all those years ago, the growing of their bond while isolated on Naboo, the events on the Sith homeworld including Obi-Wan’s victory over the dark side, and Anakin's momentary embodiment of the Force. He then ended it with the announcement that Obi-Wan intended to leave the Order and marry his bonded Prince. So far they had remained quiet, though Qui-Gon wasn't so sure that was a good thing.

Windu was the first to speak, leaning forward in his chair and rubbing his chin while he shook his head. “Obi-Wan has broken one of our most sacred vows. Attachments and emotions are paths to the dark side, we all know this. Obi-Wan allowed himself both, completely aware of the consequences, and in the end he fell to the dark side.”

“Yes, he did,” Qui-Gon nodded, “but in the end it was Anakin's love for him in return that helped Obi-Wan fight the dark side and return to the light. One could argue that it was attachment and emotion that was a path back to the Force.”

Windu regarded him, sighing deeply as he pursed his lips, then Yoda added, “A good point, Master Qui-Gon makes. But forgive the disobedience, we still cannot. Married, Obi-Wan will not be.”

“I do not think this is something you will deny him,” he shook his head, “Obi-Wan will not let Anakin go so easily again. If you deny him this, you will only face a continued disobedience.”

“It goes against everything we stand for as Jedi,” Windu stepped in, “if we allow him this request, what message does it send to the others within the Order?”

“I believe allowing such connections would only strengthen us, and I have witnessed this with my own two eyes. Anakin and Obi-Wan balance each other perfectly. Their love and happiness brings them both great strength, and though Obi-Wan fell to the dark side in order to save Anakin, at the same time he was able to restrain himself enough to only take in what he needed to defeat the Sith Lords, keeping the rest of the dark side at bay. And because of his attachment and need to be with Anakin, he was able to resist it and remove it from within his body. Without Anakin or their love for one another, my Padawan would not be with us right now.” Both Yoda and Windu were silent, and he could tell they were processing everything he had said to them. “If you allowed others within the Order to bond with another, with the same strength that is found in the bond Anakin and Obi-Wan share, I can assure you it will only enhance the Force that surrounds us all now, it will only make us better than we already are.”

Windu shook his head quietly for a moment, before looking up at Qui-Gon with sorrowful eyes. “It cannot be done, we can't change our ways now, Qui-Gon.”

“What if the Force demanded it?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if the Force itself demanded Obi-Wan and Anakin be united, and their bond allowed to remain and continue to grow?” He asked. “What if the Force itself wanted the change?”

“More, you know?” Yoda asked, now leaning forward in his seat as well.

“If the Force did not want this, it would have never allowed them to bond in the first place,” he explained, looking between both Masters as he did, “I have felt the Force around them, it pushes them together, it does not want them to be apart. We may never be able to fully understand it, but Anakin and Obi-Wan being united and allowed to remain together is what the Force wants, feel it for yourself if you must,” he turned and gestured toward the door behind him, “they are waiting just outside.”

The two Masters looked to each other, a seemingly silent communication occurring between them, before Yoda hummed and turned back to Qui-Gon. “Feel it for ourselves, we shall. Call them in, will you?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“What is taking him so long?” Obi-Wan was on the edge of his seat where they waited outside the Council’s chambers. Qui-Gon had been in there for over an hour, almost two by this point, and Obi-Wan was only becoming more and more anxious with each passing second.

Anakin reached over and placed his free hand, the one not still held in a death grip by Obi-Wan, on top of his rapidly bouncing knee. “I'm sure it's fine, he has a lot to explain to them after all.”

“What if they are refusing him, refusing us? What if he's been in there this long because he's trying to convince them to let us be married, and it's not working?”

“Qui-Gon is a very respected Jedi, I don't think they would just push him aside without hearing his reasoning for his request. And,” he smiled at Obi-Wan, leaning in a bit closer, “I have every confidence that if anyone can convince them that we should be together, it's Qui-Gon.”

As they were about to lean closer and close the gap for a quick kiss, the doors to the Council chambers opened and Qui-Gon was asking them to come inside. Obi-Wan was both relieved that the seemingly endless private meeting was over, but at the same time extremely nervous that his and Anakin’s time before the Council had come. Especially since he couldn’t manage to decipher a single indication as to how the meeting had gone, his Master was keeping everything to himself it seemed.

Just as he had expected, when they walked in, Obi-Wan was regarded with harsh and unnerving stares from both Masters. But he stood strong beside Qui-Gon, with Anakin at his side still holding his hand.

Yoda hummed as they stood before him, closing his eyes and saying, “Feel what you speak of, I do, Master Qui-Gon. Feel it do you, Master Windu?”

He too closed his eyes for a moment. “I do. It is a strong bond you both carry.”

“Look deeper into the bond, I wish to do.” Yoda opened his eyes and looked to both Obi-Wan and Anakin. “Meditate with us, will you?”

Obi-Wan nodded and dropped to his knees, tugging on Anakin's hand when he just stood there, not knowing what to do. “Come, Anakin, sit on your knees beside me.” He did, and then Obi-Wan whispered, “Just close your eyes and clear your mind.”

He nodded and closed his eyes, Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Windu following right behind him, and the four of them sat there for what felt to Anakin like a lifetime. Before finally he heard Yoda hum and Obi-Wan squeezed his hand to let him know he could open his eyes again. Then he sat there for what felt like a second lifetime while the two Masters remained in silent contemplation, occasionally turning toward each other but never actually saying a word between them.

Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s anxiousness over it, and as much as he had been telling him over the last few days that all would be fine, he couldn't deny he was feeling it too. But then finally Master Yoda turned to them, his hands clutched over the top of his walking stick, regarding them with a very serious look.

“Right, Master Qui-Gon is. Broken, this bond can never be.” The words sent a flood of relief through both of them, perhaps there was some hope still left. Then Yoda turned to Windu again. “Closer than marriage, the two already are.”

Windu nodded, rubbing his chin again in thought. “It is true.” He looked past the two still kneeling on the floor and over to Qui-Gon behind them. “The Force is pushing them together, as you said, and that we cannot deny.” Then he sighed, sat back, and turned to Yoda once more. “It is a change we were not expecting, but we can't go against the Force's wishes.”

“Agree with you, I do,” he nodded to Windu, then looked at Obi-Wan and Anakin and pointed to them, “blessed by the Council, this union shall be.”

Both of them broke out in instant smiles, a little breathless and all together overwhelmed. “So you… you’ll allow us to be married then?” Obi-Wan asked.

Yoda nodded again and actually smiled at them. “Allow it, we will. The will of the Force, it is. Congratulations on your nuptials, in order are.”

“Thank you, Master Yoda!” Obi-Wan beamed as he stood and helped Anakin up with him, who also profusely thanked them as well.

“Yes, congratulations to you both, it would seem the Force favors each of you greatly. You should be honoured.” He smiled at them as well. “Perhaps it was time for changes. And since we are allowing this, we had better be invited to the wedding.”

“Of course!” Anakin nearly shouted, his joyous emotions getting a little bit away from him. “You will both be most welcomed to the wedding, along with any other Jedi who wish to attend.”

They both bowed to the Masters then turned to leave, but Yoda quickly called Obi-Wan back for one last word before he would let one of his best and most cherished friends leave him.

“Yes, Master?” Obi-Wan asked when he turned back.

“A good king to Naboo, you had better be. A fool of me, you will not make.” He pointed a finger at him in a warning way, but he was smiling at his friend as he said it. He knew Obi-Wan would not disappoint him.

Obi-Wan smiled back, let go of Anakin's hand and walked over to kneel in front of Master Yoda. “I promise, I will not let you down, Master.” Then he lifted a hand to place over top of Yoda’s, the older Master placing his other over top of Obi-Wan’s in return. “After the wedding, you must visit us on Naboo. Our home will always be open to you.”

“Visit you, I shall, and miss you, very much I will.”

He smiled at his Master and friend, and feeling the tears starting to well in his eyes, took that as his sign to leave.

Once they were outside the chamber doors he let the tears freely flow, finally feeling relief after days of worrying. Not only was he free and able to openly be with Anakin, to marry his love, but they had been blessed by the Council, and by the sounds of it were the start of some great changes ahead for the Order. He had never been happier.

Overwhelmed by an explosion of joy within him, he turned and whisked Anakin into his arms, twirling him around while they both laughed and let a few tears fall between them. “Wait, wait,” Anakin said, patting Obi-Wan’s back so he would put him down, then turned to Qui-Gon who was watching them happily, “Master Qui-Gon, we owe you everything. Thank you for making our case and convincing them to let Obi-Wan and I get married.”

“You don't have to thank me,” he waved Anakin off, “in the end it was your own bond that convinced them. I just nudged them in the right direction.”

“Anakin's right, Master,” Obi-Wan stepped forward and pulled his Master into a tight hug, “thank you.”

“You know I would do anything for you, Obi-Wan, for both of you.” He pulled back from Obi-Wan, thumbing away a tear that had stalled just above his beard, then stepped back. “Now, if you'll both excuse me, I have an appointment with the Queen. You two should head back up to Obi-Wan’s chambers and make sure you have everything prepared for the transport back to Naboo tomorrow morning. Oh, and congratulations to you both.”

They watched him leave, then turned in the opposite direction to do just as he said and head back to Obi-Wan’s chambers. Though preparing for the transport home was the last thing on their mind.

“Dear one,” Obi-Wan chimed as he took Anakin's hand in his on their way back, “I know I am not yet a King nor am I a Prince, but… since I am to be a King soon enough, does this entail me to make kingly orders as well?”

Anakin smirked, knowing exactly the track his mind was taking and shrugged, “I suppose. What is your kingly order then?”

Obi-Wan smirked to himself then leaned in to whisper, “While your first kingly order entailed no clothes to be worn in the chambers, my first order shall be to decree that when we get back to my chambers and our clothes are off, I want you to ride me on the couch. Since you're sitting on my lap naked this morning, it has been the only thing I can think about.”

A shiver quickly ran its way through Anakin's body, and an overpowering sensation of lust was sent both ways across the bond. Anakin gripped tighter to Obi-Wan’s hand and whispered back a very quick, “Agreed,” before tugging Obi-Wan through the halls at a run, this time not caring who saw them holding hands or giggling as they went.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Qui-Gon took the elevator all the way up to one of the highest floors within the Temple spires. It was never pleasant visiting the Pyre Room.

When the doors opened Padmé was already there waiting for him, a strong look held over her features, though Qui-Gon could see the slivers of sorrow and grief slipping through. “Padmé,” he greeted, and she looked up to him, “my apologies for my lateness.”

“It's no problem,” she answered softly.

Not wanting to make her wait any longer or linger within her nerves, he asked, “Are you ready?”

She just nodded, and allowed him to lead her further into the room with a hand on her back. They walked over to a door which Qui-Gon walked forward and opened for her, and she hesitated a moment to take a breath before walking inside.

She slowly wandered over to the table that was placed in the center of the room, covered in a long white cloth, and stood at the head of it. “This is him?”

Qui-Gon nodded and walked forward to grab the cloth, but looked up at her before moving any further. “You're sure?” He asked, and when she nodded in confirmation, her eyes never leaving the table, he slowly pulled back the cloth revealing Gregar’s face.

She took in a shuddering breath, eyes blinking furiously to fight back a sudden onslaught of tears. She reached out a shaking hand, slowly and ever so gently placing it over his pale cheek, recoiling at the chill of his skin. It wasn't unexpected, but it was still a shock. He was once so warm, so loving, so alive. Seeing him like this, it was an emptiness that she couldn't explain, that she knew would never leave her. He had left such a mark on both her and Anakin's lives, it was only right that her heart felt as shattered as it did right now.

“When I saw him fall, back in the Senate,” she began, letting a few tears fall from her cheeks to blend in with Gregar’s hairline, “he died in my arms but seeing him here, now, and feeling how cold he is… it's like I'm being forced to finally accept the fact that he's gone, and it's so strange to think of how it will be now. He won't be by my side anymore, no longer will I hear his voice within the Palace or in my ear, giving me his own opinions on matters of diplomacy or politics, he won't be there to look after Anakin any more-” She choked back a sob, lifting a hand to her mouth to try and stifle it. “I can’t believe he's gone.”

Qui-Gon walked over and pulled her into a hug. “He will be greatly missed, but you must know that he will always be with you. You must hold on to the good memories you have with him and cherish them always.”

She nodded against his chest, then pulled back to wipe at her eyes before turning to stare down at Gregar again. “Anakin will struggle with this,” she said, “he wanted to come and see him, but I told him to wait. The funeral will be hard enough on him as it is, he was very close to Gregar.”

“I know, and it was probably for the best that he didn't come. And myself and Obi-Wan will be there for the funeral, you will have the support of both of us.”

“Thank you, Qui-Gon,” she gifted him a small appreciative smile, “I've contacted my Council members on Naboo, they've already begun the funeral arrangements. Everything will be ready when we arrive and the funeral will be held the next day.”

“I will be there, as will several members of the Council.” She turned to him. “They wish to pay their respects to the man who helped defeat the Sith.”

“That means a lot, and I know it would mean a lot to Gregar as well.” She leaned down and placed a gentle, almost nonexistent kiss on his head, leaving her lips close as she whispered, “Thank you, dear Gregar, for everything you did for us, and for saving Anakin. We will never forget you.”

Qui-Gon gave her a few more moments of peace while she stood quietly over Gregar. When she was ready she nodded to him and he stepped forward to cover his face again, then he held his arm out for her to take and led her back to the elevator.

Once they were inside and on their way away from the Pyre Room, she squeezed his arm and asked, “How did the meeting with the Council go? Did they accept Obi-Wan and Anakin?”

“They did, though not without some convincing, but they have agreed to let Obi-Wan leave the Order and have blessed his marriage to Anakin,” he smiled down at her, “they even insisted they be invited to the wedding.”

She laughed, “Finally some good news, and they will be more than welcome at the wedding. I will even contact them personally with the invitation when the arrangements are made.”

“They will be pleased,” he smiled.

When they made it to her chambers, she thanked him for everything before opening the door, then asked, “Will I be seeing you in the morning if you are to be accompanying us back to Naboo?”

He nodded, “I will meet you here and escort you down to the hanger, we will meet Obi-Wan and Anakin at the transport, and the Jedi will bring Gregar.”

“Thank you again, Qui-Gon,” she said as she turned and walked inside the room, “good night.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: I know this is a bit of a longer chapter (though I’m sure no one’s complaining lol) but I wanted to keep their time on Coruscant all together in one chapter, and it made sense for chapters. Anyways, I hope it was enjoyed <3

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My Very Soul (Chapter 24)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 23

Warnings: yay :) (fluff) (also should mention Anakin is VERY LIGHTLY tortured but only a tiny bit)

Summary: You and Anakin go to Geonosis to attempt to rescue your Masters; an important shift occurs...(you may want to blast that Birdy song again)

Word Count: 4k

"Anakin," the ghost of a voice rang out, "re-transmit this message to Coruscant."

The pale form of the hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi rose from both your comm and Anakin's. You'd needed to head out to your ship, to connect to the long-range transmitter. You stood below the ladder that led up to the small cockpit, holding your comm links in your palms, watching the message that your ship had already recorded. Your ship was, at this moment, transmitting Obi-Wan's words to the council chambers, making sure the message hit the ears of the most powerful and respected Jedi in the Order. This was not a live communication, and therefore, you couldn't say anything back to Obi-Wan. Still, hearing his voice after weeks was jarring. So much had happened between the moment you'd left Coruscant and now. You'd almost forgotten your life, your Master, the sound of Obi-Wan's voice, its specific timbre. You felt, rather than sensed empirically, that Master Yuma stood just beside Obi-Wan's holographic form. You wished, in spite of yourself, that she would step forward—that she would speak to you, that you could hear her voice. Your heart flipped inside your chest. How could you return to your old life, now that you felt you had been made into something new?

"Yuma and I have tracked the bounty hunter Jango Fett from Kamino to the droid foundries on Geonosis." Obi-Wan's hologram paused, as if distracted by something. "It is clear, now, that Count Dooku has been behind the attacks on the Galactic Senate."

At this, your eyes widened, and you and Anakin looked at one another. I told them, you thought, frustrated, but you pushed the thought aside immediately. You had too much on your mind to dwell in spite.

"The Commerce Guilds and Corporate Alliance have both pledged their armies to Count Dooku," Obi-Wan continued, addressing the council, "and are forming an...Wait!...Wait!!" Obi-Wan had drawn his saber as fast as light speed, blocking, you saw, blasts coming from somewhere outside the hologram. You gasped. As Obi-Wan backed out of view, you saw Master Yuma, her long braids swinging around her, her lightsaber held high as she too blocked holographic blasts. Both of the Jedi moved out of view, and in their place, you saw destroyer droids walking forward, shooting blast after blast until the transmission cut out.

You gaped at Anakin, stunned. What had you just witnessed? This could have only occurred mere moments ago—you'd received the transmission when you had been sitting with Anakin, in the underground room that housed the moisture vaporators. Where were Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma now? Had they managed to escape?

"Anakin," you heard a different voice command, "Y/N." You looked back at your comm, which now showed the hologram figure of Master Mace Windu. "Return to Coruscant immediately. We will handle Count Dooku."

"Yes, Master," you heard Anakin choke out, and at this, the transmission ended. You stared at Anakin.

"We can't go back," you said quickly, and Anakin looked up at you, widening his eyes.

"Are you suggesting," he said, disbelieving, "that we disobey a direct order? For the second time?"

"Yes," you said firmly, staring him in the face, no hint of insincerity in your voice.

"Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?" Anakin asked, a laugh gracing his face for the briefest moment. The laugh didn't sound genuine. This situation was just too heavy. In the past few weeks, your life had descended from the normal level of complicated to full and utter chaos. Anakin's dark act sat heavy at the back of your mind, a weight that you tried to push aside. Still, you knew that Anakin's feeble attempt at humor was a good sign. It meant he was still trying. It meant he was breathing in the light.

"We're much closer to Geonosis than Coruscant," you said seriously. "We need to go rescue our Masters." Anakin was looking at you funny. "What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious. You felt within Anakin a very strong admiration. Amidst all of the tragedy, amidst everything, you felt suddenly buoyant, as if the seaglass around your neck was lifting you into the air.

"Nothing," Anakin said quickly, and for the first time since you'd left Levangé, his smile reached his eyes. "Agreed. Let's go."

"Are you ready?" Anakin asked you softly as the ship pulled out of hyperspace.

"As ready as I ever am," he heard you respond. The planet beneath your ship was a darker orange than Tatooine, but it looked just as barren, just as unwelcoming. Anakin flew the ship down low, near to the sector where Obi-Wan's transmission had come from. Anakin pushed aside his darker thoughts—his fears for his Master, his guilt, his worry for you. He tried, hard, to focus on the present.

"There," Anakin heard you say, and he looked and saw steam rising from vents near what looked like a settlement hidden in the rock.

"A perfect place to hide," Anakin responded, pulling the ship into the steam. He hoped it was harmless.

"I know you prefer the, 'guns blazing' approach," you said as Anakin touched the ship down on what felt like a metal grate. "But I think stealth is our best option here."

"Don't worry, flea," Anakin smiled. "We can do this your way.

Anakin covered his nose and mouth as he opened the cockpit and lowered the ladder. He gave you a hand and then descended himself, hurrying to the edge of the grate where the steam was thinner.

"Over here," Anakin heard you call, and he saw you kneeling in front of a hidden door. Anakin quickly got to work on the door panel, pulling off the metal and rewiring, his fingers moving fast. The door opened.

The two of you crept into a dark hallway. Anakin felt you reaching out, communicating to him in his mind that you should not draw your sabers until it was absolutely necessary. Anakin agreed. He didn't know anything about this place, and he thought it best not to announce your presence with the light and sound that a saber cast.

Suddenly, Anakin felt you reach out in the dark and grab his arm. Anakin stopped, listening hard, but he heard nothing. What had you felt, that he had missed? Were your abilities picking up on a presence?

"Anakin," you whispered, and Anakin turned to look at you in the low light. The sight took all feeling from his body, his legs and feet going cold. Your eyes were rolling back into your head, and your body was shaking. He'd seen this happen to you twice before—once on Hoth, and once on Serenno. The fact that it was happening now could mean nothing good.

"Y/N," Anakin whispered frantically. You didn't seem to have lost all of your awareness. You still gripped his arm firmly, and Anakin saw that your other hand was reaching out for him. He quickly took your hand in his, taking you into his arms, looking around, still seeing and hearing nothing.

"What is it Y/N? What do you feel?" Anakin breathed quietly into your ear.

"Horrible...horrible things," you whispered back, your mouth struggling with the words. "He's telling me horrible things."

"Who is?" Anakin asked, his fear spiking.

"He's here," you rasped a little louder, and at this, you fell limp in his arms, completely unconscious. The hairs on the back of Anakin's neck stood up, and Anakin felt the change before it happened. Keeping you firmly in his arms, and moving your collapsed figure to the side, Anakin drew his saber with his other hand, blocking two quick blasts that came from what looked like sonic blasters.

"Y/N!" Anakin shouted, trying to rouse you as he blocked more blasts from the oncoming attackers, bug-like creatures that clicked when they spoke. They descended upon the two of you, and Anakin pulled your body behind his, blocking each blast one-handed with his saber. The sonic blasts, however, did not rebound upon the attackers—the energy was absorbed fully by Anakin's lightsaber, and thus, Anakin was solely on the defense. While holding onto you, Anakin could not take an aggressive attack stance.

The bugs grew closer and closer to Anakin, and he blocked their blasts cleanly, still trying in vain to rouse you. Suddenly, Anakin heard the sound of dark laughter, and the blasts stopped.

"So heroic," the man said, stepping forward, clapping his hands together twice. At first, Anakin thought the unfamiliar but foreboding old man was performing a sarcastic applause. Anakin quickly realized, however, that the claps signaled to the bugs to drop their weapons.

"You must be Dooku," Anakin said, his tone confident, feigning civility, mirroring the man who stepped before him.

"Your weapons," Count Dooku gestured to Anakin's saber, which he still held high in the air.

"As if," Anakin spat, looking at the man in hatred.

"Manners, Padawan," Count Dooku said, looking quite at ease. "Your weapons, or else..." the man trailed off, and at this, Anakin saw the Geonosians behind him put their sonic blasters to your exposed and defenseless neck.

"What have you done to her?" Anakin asked, his brow furrowed in anger, his heart beating fast.

"Nothing more than what is necessary," Count Dooku said simply, and Anakin sensed an unspoken truth behind this mysterious man's presence. Anakin narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yes, she is a fascinating talent. Which, of course, can create problems for us." Count Dooku laughed, and Anakin shifted his weight so that you were fully behind him, unconscious as you were. "But, in the end, she is nothing," Dooku seethed, and Anakin's anger curled upward inside him, licking at his throat like a flame.

"How do you know who she is?" Anakin asked, suspiciously, trying to keep Dooku talking so he could find a way out of this that didn't include you in a body bag.

"I know many things, Anakin Skywalker," Count Dooku said threateningly, stopping in front of Anakin. "Now, your weapons. Unless you'd like this to get...messy," Dooku continued, and at these words, the bugs held their guns cocked at your neck. Anakin was sweating, and he sensed Count Dooku would kill you given the slightest provocation. In fact, he thought it odd, that Dooku had not already attempted to kill the both of you. Clearly, this man was not shy when it came to killing. Anakin sighed in defeat, and dropped his lightsaber on the ground. Count Dooku immediately swept it into his hand using the Force.

"And hers," Dooku said, looking Anakin in the eye. Anakin shifted your limp figure back into his arms, and freed the lightsaber from your belt. Dooku collected your weapon in the same manner as Anakin's, and Anakin touched your face, seeing that your eyes were still moving beneath their sockets, still rolling around in your head.

"Right," Dooku said professionally, as if this matter were beneath him. "Now come with me." Dooku walked forward down the hallway, and Anakin had half a mind to try to run, with you, in the other direction—but the Geonosians were all around, in seemingly infinite numbers, their sonic blasters pointing up at Anakin where he held you in his arms. Anakin saw no choice but to follow.

Dooku led Anakin through what looked like a factory, and onto a staircase made of rock. As the two men walked, you stirred, your head moving back and forth.

"Y/N?" Anakin whispered quietly, touching your cheek with his thumb. "Can you hear me?"

"She won't wake," Count Dooku called from ahead, and Anakin flushed with anger. "Not now, anyway. Your friend is easily distracted." Dooku laughed. Anakin didn't understand. What did he mean, by this?

The Geonosians pushed Anakin forward with their blasters, down more stairs, through what seemed to be a magnificent rock structure, until they were below ground.

"Time to part ways," Dooku said harshly, and before Anakin could stop them, the Geonosians were wrestling you out of his arms. You made a soft noise, but remained insensate.

"No!" Anakin shouted, lunging forward to you, but Dooku quickly used the Force, shooting with his fingers a blue lightning at Anakin. The pain was excruciating—but in a moment, it was over. Anakin gasped for air. He'd never seen anyone use the Force in this manner before.

"No harm will come to her," Count Dooku said, and a look of impatience crossed his face. This reaction confused Anakin even more. "The same cannot be said, unfortunately, for you," Dooku continued, shooting Anakin with more Force lightning. Anakin's knees buckled and he fell to the ground, his eyes watering at the pain. When the lightning stopped, Anakin looked up just in time to see the Geonosians carrying your lifeless form out of sight.

"It's time for us to have a conversation," Count Dooku said menacingly, lifting Anakin's body with the Force. The Geonosians bound Anakin's hands behind his back in restraining cuffs, and Dooku pushed his body into what looked like a cell.

Anakin panted, hanging in his restraints. Count Dooku circled his form, studying him. Anakin didn't understand. Why was Dooku holding back? Why not kill him? Why carry on with him, in this way?

"I'm simply trying to understand," Count Dooku said aloud, as if answering Anakin's unspoken question. "What is it about you, Skywalker? Why are there so many whispers? Why must I preserve you?" Anakin didn't understand this speech. What was going on?

"Why are you killing senators?" Anakin responded cheekily, struggling as he hung, held by the ray shields that kept him vertical.

"And why is it so important," Dooku continued, as if he hadn't heard Anakin's interjection, "that I incapacitate your friend? Why must she be preserved, and yet blinded?" At this, Anakin was fully lost. His heart gave a pang as he thought of you, being led away by the bugs, your eyes rolling back into your head. Where were you, now? What kind of Force prison was your mind trapped in? Why did this keep happening to you, and more importantly, how?

"Ah," Dooku said, looking Anakin in the eye as he circled him. "More than a friend, perhaps? You are too forthright with your presence, Padawan. This is something you must learn to control, if you wish to be a Jedi Master. And yet..." Dooku looked away, as if looking somewhere else, into the future. "What if there is use for you, after all?"

"What do you mean?" Anakin burst out, unable to keep his curiosity to himself.

"What if I told you," Dooku said, his tone picking up in urgency, "that you could have what you desire? That under my mentorship, you could have more?" Anakin's insides squirmed.

"I want nothing to do with you," Anakin sneered clumsily.

"You could have her," Count Dooku continued, looking maniacal, and Anakin's heart panged once again, as if being tugged from the other end of the string. "The Jedi would never let you marry, but if you want the love of the one you seek..." Dooku sounded almost crazed, his eyes wide. "And you could have power—power beyond anything you have imagined. Together, you and I could destroy our enemies, and make things the way we want them." This speech tore through Anakin like a pact. How could this horrible, evil man in front of him say something that sounded so very much like what Anakin himself had said to you?

"I would never join you," Anakin said angrily, struggling in his restraints. Dooku seemed to come back to himself.

"Pity," Count Dooku responded, coming back to his civility, looking Anakin over in distaste. "That you will lose her, the one you love. Yes, I can feel it, Skywalker, I can feel the desire in your heart, the covetousness, the...despair." Anakin's stomach dropped to the floor. "A waste, that she will die, because you were too zealous in your commitment to this dying religion." At these words, Anakin screamed.

"What have you done with her?" Anakin shouted, wriggling in his restraints. "Let me out of here!! Bring her to me, now!!" Anakin yelled with as much Force command as he could muster, but it did nothing.

"You are so predictable," Count Dooku spat, "and you bore me." At this, Count Dooku hit Anakin again with more Force lightning, and the sound of his screams rang through the palace of rock.

When you came to, you found yourself collapsed on the ground of a small, semi-dark cell made out of orange rock. You were alone, you saw, as you sat up and rubbed your forehead. Where were you? What was happening? The last thing you remembered, you...

Dooku! you thought, and you gasped. You remembered arriving on Geonosis with Anakin, remembered walking through a dark hallway until...until you had been led into a dark hallway in your own mind. You remembered now. The presence you had encountered on Serenno, Dooku's own signature in the Force, had not turned and walked away this time. He had greeted you, had led you into his own trap. He had told you horrible things...horrible things about yourself, about Anakin, about the Jedi, about the Republic...and those horrible things had trapped you in a cage, your own consciousness keeping you prisoner. But now, as you tried to piece together that exchange, you couldn't remember. What had Count Dooku told you, in the Force? How had he imprisoned your mind?

You were shaking. You looked around, felt your belt, but saw that you had no lightsaber. Being without your weapon made you feel vulnerable, naked. You weren't even wearing Jedi clothes—you were still in the senator's garb, which was now dirtied and torn. You stood up, though you were still shaking and covered in cold sweat, and swept the cell, looking in all the corners, feeling with your fingers the place where the rock met the cold metal of the door. You tried to use the Force to open it, but it was no use. The thing wouldn't budge.

Just then, you heard the vaguest sound of a scream, like an echo of an echo, a tear in the fabric of the silence that surrounded you. It was like you felt the sound in your heart, rather than heard it with your ears. It was a familiar voice. It was Anakin.

"Anakin!" you yelled, and you banged on the metal of the door. You heard the sound of more screaming, and it brought tears to your eyes. What were they doing to him, to make him scream like that? Where was he? You had to get to him.

You paced the cell over and over, feeling every inch of the rock. You pushed with the Force as hard as you could, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed impenetrable. You sighed, sweating, shaking your head back and forth. How were you and Anakin going to get out of this?

You paced in circles for an unknowable amount of time—how long had you been in here? There was no way of knowing. Your brain was buzzing with anxiety, and you paced and paced. Then, suddenly, mid-step, you felt movement. You felt something coming closer, through the Force. You felt someone approaching. The door opened.

"Anakin!" you exclaimed, half terrified, half relieved. In the split second you had to make the decision, you thought about trying to fight your way through the dozens of Geonosians you saw behind the door, all of them pointing their sonic blasters straight at your heart. But then you saw the condition Anakin was in—saw him being pushed forward into the cell, saw him falling forward to his knees, his arms restrained behind his back. You thought no more of fighting. Anakin could barely walk.

"Anakin," you breathed, kneeling next to him as the Geonosians slammed the door of the cell shut. It was dark, but you could just barely see his face, and you reached outward, touching his cheeks.

"Y/N, are you all right?" Anakin asked, and you saw that he was covered in sweat. He looked severely shaken, you noted, but you didn't see any bruises or lacerations, no signs of serious injury, and this calmed you.

"What? Yes, I'm fine," you said, hurriedly, "Anakin, what did they do to you? Where does it hurt? Tell me, and I'll fix it, I'll—"

"Are you sure you're all right? They didn't hurt you?" Anakin asked, his body drooping forward, but his eyes alert, looking you in the face, kneeling in front of you.

"Ani, I'm fine," you said quickly, shaking your head, "but Ani, look at you! What happened?"

"Nothing," Anakin said, crinkling his eyes in confusion, "Dooku didn't want anything from me. I don't understand..."

"Understand what?" you whispered, keeping your hands firmly on Anakin's face. He was here. Though your situation was desperate, though there seemed to be little hope of escape, you felt okay, felt wonderful, because Anakin was here in front of you, unharmed. You took in his whole form with your eyes, how sturdy and real he looked, and you felt whole in a way you couldn't describe. It was like the reality of your situation—how precious life was, how easy it might be to lose it—shattered every structure inside of you. You didn't remember, now, why you felt it so important to keep yourself far away from Anakin. Those reasons for not allowing yourself to express how you felt blew away in the wind like they were made of straw. You could no longer pretend you didn't feel the way you did. You felt like you could never let him leave your side again.

"I don't know. I don't know why Dooku has kept us alive. I don't know what he wants. It doesn't make sense." You nodded quickly, agreeing, but not fully caring. All you could feel was the relief—the relief that Anakin was okay and here with you, if even for one more moment.

"I don't know if we're going to make it out of this one, Ani," you said quietly, looking at the blue of Anakin's irises, and at these words, tears formed in the corners of your eyes. You felt the weight of the seaglass hanging on your chest. These words seemed to give Anakin new strength.

"I'll figure this out. I'll..." Anakin said, straightening on his knees, looking around the cell, trying to think. "I'll get us out of here. Don't be afraid, little flea."

"If I'm afraid to die," you breathed, quietly, "it's only because I'm afraid of being parted from you." Anakin, who had been looking all around the cell, distracted, suddenly snapped his face back to yours, furrowing his eyebrows, breathing in quickly.

"What?" he asked, not taking his eyes off you, looking confused.

"Ani, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, I—" you choked, the tears flowing freely now. You kept your hands on Anakin's cheeks, pulling him closer to you. "I was wrong. I didn't understand..." Both you and Anakin were breathing heavily, him hanging onto your every word. You felt in him a tidal wave in the Force, forming in his ocean, beginning to rise. "I thought I could live without you, if I was strong enough, but I was wrong. It isn't about strength, and I can't, I can't live without you near me, I can't take one more breath without telling you—"

But Anakin cut you off, pressing his lips to yours firmly, and you didn't object. You wrapped your arms around his face and head, and together, the two of you intertwined in the Force, your breath curling around his breath, your soul stringing together with his. The change was irreparable. There was no going back now. There was no going anywhere, not unless the two of you were together.

You communicated all of this in the kiss, and Anakin responded in kind, his waves crashing inside of him, waves of joy, of oneness, of passion. You felt as if the two of you might still be on Levangé—you were without a care for anything else, anything outside of the two of your bodies, your forms, your selves. The rest of it didn't matter. You were connected, and no matter who might try to attack you, no matter where you found yourselves, nothing mattered as long as this bond was held intact. The Force demanded this of you: that you worship the connection you had formed with Anakin, that you revere this bond with every breath, with every heartbeat.

Dizzy, you and Anakin broke apart. The smile on his face was unlike anything you'd ever seen, in any lifetime.

"I love you," you said breathlessly, your smile mirroring Anakin's, "is what I meant to say."

"I know," Anakin replied, his love for you beaming through the Force like the sun—burning always.

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