#he probably was so excited he FINALLY got a Padawan that he didn’t give a fuck
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A new Master and Padawan duo!
Had a lot of fun making them, I’m attached to them now ahdhsjfh
(Bonus of Suan before and after Order 66)
#Star Wars#star wars the clone wars#star wars oc#jedi oc#original characters#original character#ocs#love their duo so much aaaa#i like more how suan looks after order 66 than before GAHSGDHSH#bro survived a traumatic event and became hotter as a result#doodles#i also did my research and apparently mirialan Jedi usually train other mirialans as tradition#but i figured that suan wouldn’t mind training a non mirialan#he probably was so excited he FINALLY got a Padawan that he didn’t give a fuck
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Catch me thinking about sith Anakin who got in a fight w/ Palps (did Palps cross a line? Did Anakin decide he had nothing to lose? Idk), barely managed to win and is now seriously hurting and a little freaked out winding up outside Obi-wan's quarters and Obi-wan doesn't have time to draw his saber let alone figure out how a sith lord managed to get so far into the jedi temple unnoticed and Force is that blood? before Anakin's passing out with only a murmered request for help.
LISTEN you can’t keep sending me perfect prompts, how do you know I can’t resist bloody men on their knees begging for salvation, how do you know me so well??? anyway here’s 2.3k of always-a-sith!Anakin who could have been the new ruler of the empire but said ‘no thanks, this is too much responsibility, I would like to be pampered by my favourite jedi now’ (with a bit of Ahsoka as Obi-Wan’s padawan!)
He didn’t mean to kill him.
Well, not at first.
He didn’t mean to kill Sidious, but pulling his lightsaber from his lifeless corpse only felt like complete satisfaction. A weight on his shoulders he didn't know he carried disappeared, letting him stand up above the body of his master— former master, and gaze upon what was left of him.
A shapeless form on the ground. A dark cape around an old man playing at being a god. A begging mess of futile promises when he realised it was the end for him.
As mindless fury leaves him, his ragged breathing slows down and his fist unclenches around his saber.
Sidious is dead.
Now that the adrenaline rush is gone, his knees start shaking.
His Master is dead.
His face is wet with sweat and blood and tears.
Dead and now Anakin has no one.
And then...
And then fear.
"You know," Ahsoka groans as the water starts boiling, "I don't understand how you got your reputation of Cool Jedi Master. Other padawans think I'm lying when I tell them you wear the ugliest slippers at home and gets excited by new tisanes."
"You gifted me those slippers."
"As a joke. And you still wear them."
"I'm not going to throw away perfectly good slippers." Obi-Wan wiggles his toes under the red and yellow fuzzy monstrosities, just to see his padawan rolls her eyes. "And they're really comfortable."
"So you're just going to stay there, then? Your whole battalion is out celebrating our first day of leave since forever, but you prefer to drink your tea alone and go to bed at 22:00?"
"No one wants an authority figure around when they're letting loose and celebrating, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan says, pouring hot water in his cup. He raises the kettle towards his padawan as a question, to which she shakes her head. "I thought you would be happy to see me putting sleep before work for once."
"I am, Master, but I thought it could be..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hilt of her sabers. For once, she looks like a typical padawan, just like he was at her age, dying to enjoy one night away from the temple and any kind of responsibilities.
"It's alright my dear," he sighs, "you can join them if you want."
Ahsoka suddenly perks up. "I can?"
"If you're old enough to be sent to the front, I think you can handle yourself for one night on Coruscant."
"Thank you Master! I promise I'll be careful and not come back too late!"
"You do that, and-- wait, Ahsoka," he adds as she's already halfway through the door, "make sure to stay around Cody! And no alcohol of any kind! And don't lose your lightsaber at sabacc again!"
"That was you!" she yells from the end of the corridor, "don't worry, I'll be fine! Don't wait for me to go to bed! Goodnight Master!"
Obi-Wan smiles, blowing on his cup. He already sent a message to Cody earlier to keep an eye on her, so he knows she's in good hands.
He has his herbal tea, his ugly slippers, no reports to read or write, and no immediate Separatist menace to plan for. For once, a perfectly good night to catch up on sleep and meditation.
So, of course, something has to be wrong.
The Force is bright. The Force is lighter than it has ever been for the past few years.
And Obi-Wan can't understand why.
It's not just him that can feel it: Ahsoka has acted chipper since, more like the teenager she is, laughing with the clones and playfully teasing him the whole fly back to Coruscant. The temple has felt livelier than ever when they arrived, Jedi from all ages going about their day with a new spring in their step, greeting each other warmly in the corridors. Even Master Yoda has taken a few minutes during their Council meeting to note the shift in the Force. No Master could pinpoint the origin of this change, but all agreed that something good happened somewhere in the galaxy, and they were just feeling ripples of the effect in the Force.
Still now, the whole temple feels a bit more like it used to, before the war, and all Jedi are a bit happier without knowing why.
Only Obi-Wan feels like a noose tightening around him. Whatever it is, it's slowing making its way around his presence in the Force. Focusing on him and him alone. Doesn't matter how much Obi-Wan tries to hide himself, it's getting closer and never slowing down or losing interest.
Needless to say, Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.
But after almost three years of war, sullen faces and grim expressions, he doesn't feel like dampening the sudden good mood around the Temple just with a few words.
He can probably deal with whatever it is by himself.
His tisane is cold when he finally emerges from his meditation.
Nothing is clearer than when he started: the Force is deaf to his questions and inquiries, still light as a breeze. An airy unconcern for his restlessness. And yet, a thick pressure still looms around him, getting heavier each passing second now.
His fingers start pulling on his collar.
The clock on the wall indicates that he lied to Ahsoka when he said he was going to bed at a respectable time today. No diurnal Jedi would still be up right now, but he still considers going out to knock at Mace's door. Narrowed eyes and a very long sigh will be his first answer, but Obi-Wan knows that Mace would never refuse to hear him out.
Yes, he finally decides when the pressure seems to creep even closer to him, it's worth waking up Mace.
He opens his door, wondering if he should take his robe with him, and instantly stops walking.
There, in the empty corridor of the Jedi Temple, at his door and on his knees, is a Sith.
He knows it's a Sith only because he recognises this specific mass of hair, the large shoulders, the dishevelled dark robe.
He knows it's a Sith because he has crossed path with this one enough times on the battlefield to recognise him anywhere. Outside of it a few times too.
He isn't sure it's a Sith when the Sith raises his head up, bloody and bruised face torn in an agonizing expression, and his eyes are blue.
"I— I didn't know where to go," Darth Vader says quietly, with the kind of voice expected from a lost child. It gives Obi-Wan a second shock to hear his voice, making his presence suddenly real. "You said... You said if I ever wanted to, if I needed help one day, you would— I could—"
Obi-Wan remembers it. He remembers all the times he offered his help. His pleas for him to stop the violence, the appeals to reason, the multiple suggestions of a gentler path. His hand continuously outreached but never taken. He remembers the burning gold of the Sith's eyes too, and his black cape floating above the dead clones at his feet.
His laughter the first time Obi-Wan brought up the idea of lowering their blades and talking around a cup of tea. His sneer the third time Obi-Wan tried to change his misconceptions about the Jedi Order and play-flirt with him in the same breath. The silence the fifth time Obi-Wan asked him his name, his real name, the one a parent gave him.
The tears the last time he gave it to him.
"And you're always trying to save me," Vader adds more forcefully now, like the words anger him, "you're always here, showing up almost every time I'm sent somewhere with your stupid smile and stupid words, and you're always nice, and... and teasing, and disappointed when I kill someone, like you expect me to be better, and I don't understand you, but..."
Vader raises his hand towards him, and it's only this sudden move that shakes Obi-Wan out of his stupor.
Before the Sith can touch his leg, Obi-Wan calls his lightsaber to him, ignites it in one fluid motion, half-expecting Vader to be up and swaying his saber in his face by now. But the Sith is still on his knees, and it's only now that the blue light of his blade is above him that Obi-Wan realises the state he's in. His face isn't the only thing bruised and battered: his dark tunic is stained with blood and ripped in more than one place, one of his arms is bent in an unnatural way, and it looks like a cut above his hairline is still bleeding, making his curls stick to his face in a mess of wet hair and burned skin.
"Vader," Obi-Wan says slowly, when his thoughts finally regain a semblance of coherence. A rapid investigation through the Force assures him that no other enemy is around and the calm and quiet of the night in the Temple isn't a prequel for a storm. "How did you get in here? What are you doing here? How—"
Vader's hand, stuck in the space between them, reaches once again for Obi-Wan.
Foolishly, Obi-Wan lets him.
His fingers twist themselves in the fabric of his pants.
"He made me killed them all.” Vader wobbles on his knees for a second, the hand on Obi-Wan's leg gripping it tighter. “No platoons, no battle droids. Just me. He sent me to the power station and I cut through them so easily, so quickly, they didn't even fight back, and I didn't think that..." he trails off, panting. "Until.... until I saw the electro-whips."
"Are you talking about Naphtla?" he asks when Vader doesn't seem to be able to continue.
Naphtla. Outer Rim. Barely on the Republic radar until this afternoon, when nearby troops answered a distress signal and found a hidden Separatist power station operated by slaves. A third of them were dead, killed only a few hours before, and the survivors turned to the Republic for immediate support. Slaughtered like animals, the rescue team reported to the Council only a few hours ago, by one single man wielding a red lightsaber. According to witnesses, the darksider cut through the slaves like bantha butter, killing everyone in his path without discrimination, until he stopped for no apparent reason and abruptly left.
"You were the one who killed the people at the station there," Obi-Wan realises out loud, horrified, "the slaves from Zygerria."
Vader snaps his head up and his fingers tighten painfully around Obi-Wan's knee. "I DIDN'T KNOW!"
All Obi-Wan's senses and logical thoughts urge him to back out, put an end to this nonsensical charade, raise his lightsaber between them, get away from the dark, hungry void Vader generates in the Force.
But his eyes are looking up to him. Gripping his gaze with the same intensity as his hand on his leg. Bloodied face and pleading, on his knees. Full of tears.
Obi-Wan doesn't push Vader's hand away.
"I didn't know they were slaves, I didn't!"
"Vader."
"He never said! He sent me without telling him, he knows I don't—" A small noise sounding suspiciously like a sob swallows the rest of his words.
"Vader, who sent—"
"When I came back," he tries again, quieter. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to ask about this he, but Vader's head lolls for a second, too heavy to support, before butting gently against Obi-Wan's leg. Vader makes no effort to move, content to stay there, and after a second, a small, almost timid nuzzle against his thigh sends a series of shivers through Obi-Wan's spine. It shuts him up instantly. "When I came back, he looked at me for so, so long, before saying that he knew, he knew I was going to fail, that I was... just like them after all, and that I could never... And I was so mad, so angry at him, so I... I..."
The last words are muffled by the fabric Vader clings to. Hides into. There's blood on Obi-Wan's pants now.
"What have you done, Vader?" Obi-Wan asks, softer than he intended. "Vader," he asks again when no reply comes, without success. The hand not holding his lightsaber moves, hesitates for a moment, then settles lightly on Vader's hair, mindful not to touch any open wounds. His fingers nudge him to tip his head back, gently, carefully, and settle on his cheek to hold his face up, looking at him. "Anakin." His name, his true name, makes him blink a few times. "Anakin, what have you done?"
"I killed him," he finally admits, barely audible. He looks exhausted, more like a child in need of rest than ever.
"Who did you kill?"
"My master."
"Dooku? You killed Dooku?"
"No," Vader— Anakin frowns, like Obi-Wan should know better. "Sidious."
It's a bit much to process in one day. Another Sith Lord, Vader's master, concealed and kept a secret, now dead, killed by his apprentice —and does that make Vader the ruling Sith Lord now? Do Sith have rulers?— the lightness in the Force the same day, a half-dead Vader begging for help in the middle of the night in the Jedi Temple, and all of that while Obi-Wan is still wearing his ugly slippers.
He's so glad he sent Ahsoka away for the night.
Anakin doesn't let him time to feel the migraine coming.
"I can't do it, I can't be my master, I can't— and Dooku hates me, he will never help me, even if I let him have it all, he will never..." Vader seems to run out of steam, and lets his eyes close as his head falls once again against Obi-Wan's thigh. Closer. "You said you could help me. You said I could come to you at any time. You said you would always be there if I didn't want to... do this, anymore."
"I did," Obi-Wan assures him, his hand lightly petting his hair again.
Anakin lets out a long breath. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Obi-Wan's pants, loosen, and tighten again.
"You're the only one I trust," the Sith quietly tells the Jedi, and it's the saddest thing Obi-Wan has ever heard.
#appleslakesandeuchre#(I changed the end of your prompt a bit I hope it’s fine with you)#asks#obikin#clem's aus#fic i will never write#always a sith anakin au#ahsoka the next morning is HORRIFIED to find a sith on the couch#like 'I knew you had a huge soft spot for him but really master? REALLY?'#obi-wan 'shh don't raise your voice at him'#fic i did write
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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 4
Batfamily x Batsis Story!
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Explicit Language, ALL THE ANGST
Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @justine-en @iwillstaywiththemforever @weirdgirlfromtx @edlothia-baby @soul-end @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy
Author's Note: Some of y'all didn't tag so see if that's something on your end. Enjoy the angst and cliffhanger! -Thorne
Wally didn’t come into the coffee shop for almost two whole months after their fight—not that she blamed him—she was still vaguely upset with his harsh words. But she had to admit that she’d gotten used to his warm presence every morning, and not seeing him messed her up more than she thought it would. More often than not, she found herself absentmindedly staring at the door, waiting for him to walk in with that stupid grin on his face and proceed to boast and recall whatever exciting exploits he and his friends had accomplished earlier. It hurt not to see or hear him, and she realized that Wally had become the greatest friend she’d ever had.
Barry still came in though, and if he knew who she really was, he didn’t say anything because he still acted like he always did. So, even if Wally were still angry with her, at least he’d kept his word and not said anything to anyone about her identity. Which if she were honest, tasted bitter when she thought about the price she paid for his silence—his friendship.
It was getting colder again, which meant a lot more people were coming and going from the shop, so at least she could take her mind off her feelings for at least a few hours. Until she got home, and all she was left with were them and a whole lot of silence to think about them with. Sometimes she thought about calling Wally, at least to hear his voice. Hell, even if their last words to one another were frigid, she missed the interaction. She’d give anything to hear him, even taking another round of cold snipes and trades.
She heaved a sigh and wiped down the last few tables of the evening rush, smiling politely at the people who were still sitting at tables or so across. Today had been hectic and there’d been no let up of customers until the last hour of the shift. She’d never thought they’d run out of coffee, but it came close to that a couple hours ago.
The bell above the door chimed and with her back turned to the entrance, she didn’t see who came in, but with another barista at the counter ready to take the final orders of the evening, she didn’t particularly care. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed. Sleep until hell froze over. That, or until her feet stopped hurting—whichever came first. She let out a quiet laugh that made her chest ache—Wally would’ve found that absolutely hilarious and probably shot back about how if anyone had the right to complain about their feet hurting, it would be him. God, she really missed Wally.
“Melisandre,” someone called quietly, and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw the familiar red head behind her.
Speak and the Devil will appear.
“Wally,” she breathed, voice thick with shock, and before she could stop herself, she was throwing her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly.
He returned her hug in fold. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who missed this,” he quipped.
She huffed a laugh and pulled away. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t feel right when you don’t come around.” Her eyes narrowed almost sadly. “I’ve missed seeing you, Wally.”
“Same here,” he replied, then glanced at the clock above the espresso machines. “Are you almost off? I want to take you somewhere.”
Nodding, she took a look at her watch. “I get off in about ten minutes. Can you wait that long, or will you perish from boredom?”
“I think I can survive ten minutes, Melisandre,” he retorted and collapsed into one of the booths. “Hurry though, I don’t want to be late.”
She rolled her eyes and deadpanned, “Wally, I can’t speed time up. That’s not how that works.”
“Works for me.” He proudly stated.
“I wonder why?” she retorted sarcastically, then gave him a smile before wandering off to clean the last tables.
***
Despite the fact that Wally could run anywhere he wanted in less than a second, he still owned a vehicle and that was downright baffling in her opinion.
“Dick got it for me.” He suddenly said, shifting the car into drive and she blinked internally wincing at the mention of her brother.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I know you didn’t, (Y/N). But you were thinking it.”
“Uh huh,” she doubted and crossed her arms over her chest. “What am I thinking about right now?”
“Knowing you? Probably food, I know you like to ea—” he dissolved into laughter when she reached over and shoved at his side.
“No, I don’t you ass.”
“Really? Because I distinctly remember the time I took a fry off your basket and you looked at me like I’d killed your favorite dog.” (Y/N) glared at him and he pointed at her. “Yeah, that’s the look right there.”
“I don’t like sharing my food,” she said. “You should’ve known better.” Her eyes drifted to the windshield. “So, where are we going?”
“S.T.A.R. labs.”
(Y/N) cocked a brow and stared at him. “Really? S.T.A.R. labs? What’s there?”
Wally shrugged. “Wanted to show you a bit of what it’s like to be me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You mean you came to see me after all this time and the first thing we’re doing is going to a lab so you can show my what you do?”
His gaze momentarily darted to hers. “Is that a problem?”
“I dunno, I just figured we’d go eat a diner somewhere and apologize to each other.”
“Are you sorry?”
“Beg pardon?”
“Are you sorry? For all of the last three years?”
“Not particularly,” she griped, and he shrugged again.
“Then I’m not sorry for what we said to each other that night.” he let out a sigh. “But I’m willing to let it go, because I’d rather us just have a disagreement than lose what our friendship over it.” he looked at her. “What do you say?”
(Y/N) stared at him for a long moment, then she sighed and nodded. “…Yeah, I agree.”
Wally smiled. “Good.” He turned the wheel and pulled into the parking lot of the lab. “But there is food there for us, so you’ll be satiated anyways.”
“Hardy har har. Shut up, Wallace West,” she shot back, climbing out of the car. Her eyes traveled up the tall building. “Wow, this place is huge, isn’t it?”
She felt him stand next to her. “Yeah. Did you know they had to replace the glass windows a whole bunch of times because Barry and I kept shattering them when we’d run up ‘em?”
(Y/N) blinked, unsurprisingly stating, “No, I did not. But I can see that happening.”
He started towards the doors, leaving her to follow and soon they were stepping into an elevator. She watched him hit the rooftop button and she looked at him.
“If you’re showing me what you do, why are we going to the roof? Shouldn’t we be going to some laboratory inside?”
Wally chuckled. “Patience, young padawan.” He ignored her rolling eyes. “Food first.”
“Oh, dinner in the moonlight? Well, aren’t you just the romantic.” (Y/N) cocked her elbow on his shoulder and grinned. “Don’t tell me you fell in love with me all that time we spent away from each other?”
This time, he was rolling his eyes. “Hardly, (Y/N). I just figured you’d want a nice evening where you weren’t staring at your bland kitchen walls.”
She scoffed and pulled away from him. “Look, I’d paint and hang shit up but the landlord wouldn’t be happy.”
“Since when do you care about making people happy? You’re typically a ‘I’m going to make someone unhappy’ type of person.” Her eyes shifted to his and he waved a hand. “Not what you’re thinking about—I was talking about the coffee shop.”
For a moment, she didn’t say anything, then she hummed. “There’s nothing more fun than telling someone I’m going to get the manager and then do my magic little spin and cheerfully greet, ‘Hi, I’m the manager’.” She grinned. “Does wonders to see Karen’s little head explode.”
Wally chuckled and the elevator dinged. The doors split open, and they walked out onto the rooftop. Surprisingly, the roof was enclosed and lighted, giving her perfect vision and when her eyes fell on them, her heart seemed to stop in her chest, and her feet to a halt.
They stood from the table they’d been sitting at and with her heart hammering against her ribcage, she immediately spun on her heel, intent to flee back into the elevator, only to come chest to chest with Wally, who wrapped his arms around her waist—effectively keeping her in place.
Her feet were still moving on their own accord and she shoved against his chest, trying to get back to the lift. “Wally, move.”
“No, (Y/N),” he murmured, and she could feel her breath starting to come in and out in panicked spurts.
“Wally, please, I’m begging you, move.” She stared up at him and plead, “Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything, just please let me leave.”
His evergreen eyes were narrowed in pity, but there was a firmness that rested within that pity and he shook his head. “I can’t let you leave, (Y/N).”
“Wally, please,” she begged, arms starting to go limp against his chest, the tears flooding her vision. “Don’t make me do this.”
“You’ve gotta stop running, (Y/N).”
She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her, and she rested her cheek against his chest. “I hate you…so much.”
“I know,” he murmured.
“You’re a liar and I hate you.”
Wally sighed. “I know you do.”
(Y/N)’s face contorted in anger despite her pain. “I should’ve left the night we fought. I knew you wouldn’t be capable of keeping it from him. From any of them,” she sneered and suddenly pulled away from his grip, eyes flashing with rage.
“This wasn’t your right to tell!” she shouted at him and shoved him in the chest. Wally didn’t budge an inch and she shoved him again. “God, I was so naïve to assume you’d keep your fucking mouth shut! That’s one thing you’re not capable of doing!”
She growled and turned from him, running her hands over her face. “Three years of relative peace shot straight down the fucking drain,” she shot him a teary glower. “All because of you and your big bleeding heart for your best friend.”
Wally frowned. “I’m doing what I think is best, (Y/N).”
“Forcing me to meet them isn’t what’s best, Wally! I didn’t want to be found! I didn’t want to be associated with them again!” she snarled and in an instance her anger cooled, her shoulders drooping as she lamented, “…This wasn’t a decision you should’ve made. This was never your right to decide. For me…or for them.”
“Perhaps it wasn’t,” he agreed. “But if you weren’t going to draw the line in the sand, I was.”
(Y/N) met his gaze and held it for a long moment, then she turned her attention to the four men who were standing in front of the table, their expressions a mixture of regret, anger, and relief.
She let out a long sigh and reached up to rub at her temples. “Let me guess, I’m not allowed to leave until we’ve had our picture-perfect reunion scene?”
Wally nodded. “The elevator is sadly,” his hand shot backwards and with a sharp crackle of lightning, the light went out. “out of order.”
(Y/N) shook her head in disappointment at him then declared, “The next time I run, I’m settling in a city that has no superheroes.”
“Good plan,” he quipped. “But I don’t think there’ll be anymore running.”
She got up in his face and hissed, “Then you underestimate my feelings regarding the brothers and father before me.”
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If you're up up to it, how about obikin and 42?
yes!!! Prompt 42 is Star-Crossed Lovers, but star-crossed lovers are soooooo out now. 'Crossed the stars to be lovers' is IN, baby!!
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Someone has left a letter on his bunk. Obi-Wan as a rule doesn’t get letters. Actually, as a rule, Obi-Wan has never wanted to receive a letter in his entire life. They all have datapads for a reason, and it’s because they’ve evolved past the need for flimsi and ink when there are means at their disposal to deliver messages near instantly.
So no, Obi-Wan has never wanted to see a letter sitting on his bunk. He finds the whole thing rather trying, actually, the Flimsi Friends program the Jedi Order established fifty standard years ago in an attempt to connect their Jedi with others across the branches through letters. Obi-Wan had scorned the idea as an Initiate living comfortably in the Temple on Coruscant, and his opinion hadn’t really changed once he began his tenure at the AgriCorps.
Kabre notices before anyone else. “Oh, hey! Obi-Wan’s got a letter.”
“Finally,” Aldran grins, craning his neck from where he’s collapsed on his bunk. “We only signed you up months ago.”
“Really, you shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan says. “Really.”
“Oh, come now, little Obi,” Kabre pats him on the head. Obi-Wan is twenty-five and of a perfectly average height, but Kabre is close to three heads taller than him and of an indeterminable age. “Think of it as an opportunity to strengthen your connection to the living Force.”
“Through the Flimsi Friends program,” Obi-Wan deadpans, raising an eyebrow up at his peer.
“Getting letters from Susa is the highlight of my week,” Aldran tells the ceiling dreamily.
Obi-Wan shares a commiserating eyeroll with Kabre. “That’s because you’re in love with her.”
“Who wouldn’t be? She’s so sweet and kind and pretty and she has all these stories from her adventures in the ExploraCorps--”
“Alright, who got him talking about Susa?” Lathrum asks from the door, sighing in exasperation as he makes his way over to his own bunk. “It’ll be a standard day before he’s done.”
“Hey!” Aldran gasps, offended and already close to sulking. “Whatever. Fine. Everyone’s just jealous that Susa and I are in love because y’all are never going to find something nearly as good as we have.”
“Obi-Wan finally got a letter from the program,” Kabre announces to Lathrum. “We were just saying that he should at least try to be excited.”
“Yes, perhaps you’ll meet your own Susa,” Lathrum smirks, peeling off his dirt-covered tunic. His next words come out muffled. “Force help us if that happens.”
“No need to worry,” Obi-Wan says dryly, picking up the letter and studying it. “They appear to be a youngling.”
“A youngling wrote you?” Kabre asks, barely restrained glee in his deep baritone.
Aldran guffaws from his bunk. “Well now you have to write back!”
“Knowing your luck, it’s probably a youngling from the Jedi Temple,” Lathrum says. “Dear Obi-Wan, Today someone chose me to be their Padawan and I’m one step closer to being a Jedi Knight. How are your plants doing?”
“Yes, alright,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling slightly. He had met Lathrum when he was fourteen and still bitterly disappointed about his new position at the AgriCorps, and Lathrum has never let him forget it even after all these years.
He sits down on his mattress and pulls out the letter. It’s short at least. The handwriting is atrocious but the spelling is worse.
Dear Obi-Wan,
Hi! My name is Anakin Skywalker. I am nine years old. How are you doing today? My master says I have to write this to practice my spelling. I think not everyone can learn Basic, but he says I have to and that all Jedi masters know how. I didn’t ever know there was all this stuff I have to do to be a Jedi. I’ve been here for weeks now and I still don’t have my lightsaber!
I think the temple is really weird. It’s so big and cold. I miss my friends back home. Me and Kitster would go crazy exploring this place but no one here wants to play with me. Master Jinn says not to worry and I’m not! The temple is just really big and I’m cold all the time and I miss my mom. Master Jinn found me on Tatooine and took me here to make me a Jedi which is great, but everyone here already knows each other and I don’t think they like me much. I know the Jedi Council doesn’t. They didn’t even want to train me but Master Jinn inzi--incis--said he would.
Do you want to be friends?
Would you explore the temple with me?
Write back soon please,
Anakin
“Well?” Kabre asks, when Obi-Wan finishes silently reading the letter.
Obi-Wan sighs and rubs a hand over the jagged penmanship. It’s all too obvious that this Anakin Skywalker is...painfully young, churlish and childish and achingly lonely.
Obi-Wan sighs again, harder, as he looks up at his bunkmates. “Where do we keep the blasted flimsi?”
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Dear Anakin,
Thank you for your letter, it was very nice to read. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m 25 years old. I hope you are settling in at the Temple better by the time this letter finds you. I have to admit I was very surprised to hear that you are nine years old and have been allowed to train to be a Jedi. That’s unheard of. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent Jedi. There must have been a reason your master chose you. The Force wills it and it will be.
It is understandable to miss your mother and your old home. When I became a member of the AgriCorps, I spent the first few months missing the Jedi temple on Coruscant a lot. It was the only home I ever had. But we make others as we go. The Temple is big and I suppose very cold compared to a desert planet--I looked up Tatooine here and there wasn’t much information, but I could never live somewhere with two suns! I’d be burned to a crisp in a matter of hours.
The upside to the Temple being big is that there are a lot of hiding spots and footholds for climbing. Try the pillars in the entrance hall. They connect to each other. My friends and I would run around on top of them for hours, although I think that was mostly because we were too scared to get down. You should ask Knight Eerin about it, or Knight Vos. They’re usually in the Mess Hall if not the Halls of Healing.
I’m sure Master Jinn has you busy with meditation and classes, but I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Best,
Obi-Wan Kenobi
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Dear Obi-Wan,
I was really excited to get your letter! I didn’t know it would take so long but it’s been ages! So much stuff has happened. I finally finished my remedial classes and Master says we can focus more time of katas now! I can’t wait to learn how to fight! And Master Windu smiled at me the other day when he saw me in the hall because Master told him about my grades!
I asked Knight Eerin about you and she showed me some pictures she had on her datapad of you when you lived at the Temple. You look really pretty cool! I have blond hair and blue eyes if you were wondering. My mom always said she thought I was going to be really tall. What do you look like now? What do you do at the AgriCorps? Why did you leave the Temple? Knight Eerin says you need to give her a comm call soon. She didn’t sound very happy.
I made a friend! Knight Vos’ padawan was there when I talked to him about what you told me, and she came with me to go exploring! She’s so cool. She’s been helping me with my katas too.
Apparently I won’t get my lightsaber for years! That’s so long!
Anyway I have to go and do my reading now but please write back faster this time, Obi-Wan!
--Ani
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Obi-Wan never reacts quite as happily and dramatically as Aldrin does when he sees a letter from Anakin on his bunk in the evenings, but over the years everyone learns not to disturb Obi-Wan on those nights.
The first letter Obi-Wan receives from Anakin after the boy turns eighteen includes his commlink frequency hastily crammed at the bottom of the page. If you want, Anakin has scribbled.
“Finally,” Obi-Wan jokes when the line connects and Anakin answers breathlessly. “No offense to you, dear one, and you have come quite a ways since you were a youngling, but your handwriting is still atrocious. I’d much rather talk to you like this than try to puzzle out what you’ve written.”
Anakin splutters and then stutters out in a voice slower and deeper than Obi-Wan had expected, “I didn’t know you had an accent, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan finds that he likes that voice saying his name in that way.
That’s the first sign of trouble.
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Anakin sends a photo of his knighting ceremony. Obi-Wan wants to cry with pride. His friends tease him about it relentlessly. “You look like I did the day I married Susa,” Aldrin crows and takes a picture of Obi-Wan’s blushing, laughing face. Later, Obi-Wan reluctantly sends it to Anakin.
“I’m jealous of your friends,” Anakin confesses with an exhale of static. “They get to see you everyday.”
“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, unable to say more. Unable to admit that he’s thought the same thing about Anakin’s master at the Temple. Unable to deny it though.
They move onto safer topics, ones that make Obi-Wan’s chest feel less tight.
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“Jedi Knights are forbidden to have romantic attachments,” Kabre tells him apropos of nothing one late evening when they’re leaning against the railings of their cabin.
Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to pretend to not know what his friend is talking about. Anakin is twenty-three now. They call each other as often as possible, whenever they have enough free time. Thinking about Anakin, somewhere out in the galaxy, makes Obi-Wan feel dangerous things. Dangerous, insidious, illogical things.
“Yes,” he agrees.
“Everything you’ve ever told me about this boy makes me think he’s in love with you,” Kabre says. “And the way you tell it makes me think you’re in love with him too.”
“Kabre, I…”
“I’m not asking you to deny it to me, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to defend yourself. You know no one cares if you’ve gone and fallen in love with your flimsi friend. It happens. And Force knows there’s no way you could be more insufferable than Aldrin and Susa.”
“He’s a Jedi Knight, Kabre,” Obi-Wan looks away, off over the fields. “I know what that means.”
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When Anakin is twenty-four, Obi-Wan walks into his room to see a letter on his pillow. He blinks in surprise. He hasn’t gotten a letter since they petered out in favor of comm calls with Anakin.
But he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.
He sits down to read it.
Dear Obi-Wan,
I find myself growing weary of Knighthood. I love my Padawan, I love the missions, I love the fighting. But I love something else more. I have for almost as long as I can remember.
I’ve been looking through the old letters from you. I’ve kept them all. I know Jedi should not have material attachments, but I found that I could no more throw them away than give my lightsaber to a Sith. They make up our story.
You were the first friend I ever had at the Temple. I don’t quite think you realized that then, and you may not even realize it now. But you were. I would get a letter from you and feel warm for weeks afterwards.
Actually, everything I love about the Temple and the Jedi you gave to me. My friends now, indirectly. All the hiding spots. Moving meditation.
When I got my kyber crystal, I wanted to tell you before anyone else. When my Padawan braid was cut, I gave it to my master, but wished I had something I could give to you too.
That was the day I really admitted to myself that you already have all of me.
Obi-Wan, I’m in love with you. I love you more every time we talk. Disengaging the comms at the end of the night hurts like losing my hand all over again. I love you, I love you.
And I have been a coward about it for too many years. I was afraid that you would reject me, think me too rash and young and foolish. But I know what I want. You told me in one of your letters that you believed I lived off of a single-minded desire to achieve my goals and that I would let nothing stand in the way.
I do not plan on starting now, if you will have me that is. I dream of nothing more than to feel your hands on my face, to listen to the sound of your heart beating in your chest.
I will not disrespect the ways of the Jedi by loving you quietly, when I know you are my deepest, strongest attachment. One that I will not shake, even if I lived to be as old as Master Yoda himself.
If you find that you feel the same way, I will leave the Jedi Order tomorrow and meet you on Bandomeer. If you do not, then I understand and will never speak of this again. I am something of an expert after all these years of loving you silently from afar.
Yours sincerely, yours always, yours completely,
Anakin
Obi-Wan traces the words with a shaking hand. He doesn’t know he’s crying until a tear falls onto the flimsi. Oh, Anakin. Oh, his brave, foolish Anakin.
Will he really be so selfish as to allow Anakin to leave his Knighthood for him? His padawan, his home?
But the knowledge that Anakin loves him is a heady, addictive feeling. Obi-Wan has never truly gotten the things he wants. He loves his life now, of course. But he hadn’t wanted it.
And he loves Anakin.
He loves him terribly.
He reaches for a piece of flimsi and a pen.
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Anakin will be the first to admit he’s been in a foul mood for a few standard weeks now. He’d sent that letter to Obi-Wan--Force, why had he sent that letter to Obi-Wan, obviously the man will never want to talk to him again now--and then immediately Ahsoka and him had been called in for a mission.
It had been awful and disgusting. Anakin is covered in mud from head to toe, and his padawan doesn’t look any better. And worst of all, he had had no time at all to comm Obi-Wan. No time at all to see how the man had taken his confession. It feels like he’s been holding his breath for days.
But he’s at the Temple now. He can clean himself off and call Obi-Wan incessantly until the man answers. Anakin can’t keep living like this.
“Letter for you, Master,” Ahsoka says as he enters their quarters. She’d been sent ahead while Anakin had finished docking the ship, and now she’s sitting at the table perfectly clean.
Anakin thinks his heart stops at these words and then it starts beating as fast as it ever has before. “Where?”
“I put it on your bed,” Ahsoka peers up at him with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, Skyguy? You look a bit--”
But Anakin’s gone, already tearing into his room. There on the bedspread is a letter. Obi-Wan’s written him a letter.
Anakin has to try opening it three times before he finally gets his fingers to cooperate. It’s very short.
Dearest One, Obi-Wan has written.
I’ll meet you here tomorrow on Bandomeer. I will be waiting.
Forever yours,
Obi-Wan
Anakin smiles and feels like he could cry or sing or dance or scream from all the joy that’s welled up in his chest at this small handful of words Obi-Wan has given him. They’re everything and more.
Mindful of the mud on his person, he puts the letter gently on his bed and walks back out to the common area. Ahsoka is right where he left her.
“Okay, now you just look scary,” she says, pointing a fork at him. “Stop smiling like that.”
Anakin lets his grin die. He won’t relish this next part, but it’s for Obi-Wan. It’s so he can be with Obi-Wan. It's necessary. “Snips,” he says, sitting down opposite her. “We need to talk.”
#asks#prompt fill#i could literally write like 20k of this tbh#i had a few more letters planned but i knew i needed to hurry it up#anyway#sw#obikin#this is also as usual highly unedited all mistakes are artistic and actually great
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west coast - anakin skywalker
SUMMARY ◆ you and anakin have just never gotten along and there seemed to be no way to get you guys to cooperate. hate sex basically.
WARNING(S) ◆ smut, degradation, some bad names, rough sex, but there’s consent because consent is sexy, cursing, choking, unprotected sex, fingering, anakin skywalker is a tease and a bitch, witty banter, i pretend to understand the force and probably make up my own rules, unedited
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THE EVENING LIGHT OF THE SUN SPILLED INTO THE LARGE HALL OF THE JEDI TEMPLE, BLANKETING EVERYTHING INSIDE WITH A SHEER COAT OF GOLDEN RAYS. coruscant was always so beautiful in the evenings, the way that the cars sped past each building with a low hum and the rush of traffic. it was a sound that you have grown to welcome these days, especially because it had been many years since you’ve lived here. the capital was beautiful, bustling with life and opportunities.
your elbow was on the table, palm pressed against your cheek as you leaned against it lazily, poking at the food on your plate with a fork in your other hand. obi-wan was mouthing off in front of you, not that you were really listening anyways. you were too focused on trying to stay awake listening to this mission that he was assigned to bring both you and anakin on in a weeks time. though his speech was pretty much worthless since the other padawan was no where to be found. neither of you had seen him for a couple hours.
oh well, you thought to yourself. it’s not like you missed him anyways. besides, he was probably with padme or getting in trouble somewhere like he was always doing.
anakin and you . . . well, it was a complicated relationship. you had been assigned to work with master obi-wan after your master died on a freak accident, and ever since then, you were forced to work with anakin skywalker. you two didn’t get along, you never did. you were even surprised that obi-wan put up with it, but he wanted to train both of you. to say that you missed your life before you had to talk to anakin every day would be the understatement of the year, you longed for the days where you didn’t have to be in the same room as him and watch as everyone fawned over the chosen one. god, even your thoughts were going to make you throw up. it was better to bask in this non-anakin-ness the most you could before he came waltzing into the hall.
unfortunately, right as you stopped thinking about him, anakin walked into the hall towards the food and would most likely make his way over and sit at your shared table with your master. you felt a groan go past your lips and looked down at your food, stabbing your starfruit and popping it into your mouth.
a chuckle came from obi-wan in front of you. “you can at least act like you like him you know, might be easier to deal with it that way.” you shrugged, shaking your head and looking up to face your master. “I mean, saying that as your friend not your master.”
“you’re one to talk, what did you call him yesterday? oh that’s right, insolent. if memory serves you said that to him pretty confidently,” you said.
“well, yes, but I'm allowed to say those things,” obi-wan countered, popping up one of his expressive eyebrows as he looked at you.
you stifled out a weak laugh, “I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of me liking him.” and that was the truth, there is no way that you weren’t going to do what almost everyone does here: allow him to get away with the things that he does. sometimes your master calls him out on things - but it was incredibly rare.
anakin walked over in his usual fashion, which you deemed as strutting, but others didn’t see the humor in it. maybe it was just because every time he even was in the same room as you, you felt the need to insult something about him, you had to keep him grounded, right?
“good evening, y/n.”
“oh, it was,” you said to him, glancing in his direction and then instantly going back to your food. from the corner of your eye you could see as his face feigned hurt, then he immediately went to talking with obi-wan about the mission that your master had previously been briefing with you about. it was something about some trouble on the outer rim, separatists spotted trying to negotiate with the rulers of a planet that was vital for the republic to maintain peace with. a typical mission, one that you’ve been on one too many times. but maybe something exciting would happen, you never knew.
dinner was, for the most part, uneventful. the only thing that happened was anakin threatening to throw his starfruit at you because you rolled your eyes at one of his comments, which didn’t end up happening because obi-wan gave him that look and a stern ‘anakin.’
for the rest of the night you retired to your rooms, telling the two you would meet them in the morning.
you sat at the edge of your bed, kicking off your shoes and stretching your arms up. you set your comms down on the small nightstand you had and got dressed in something more comfortable for sleeping. the sun was fully down now, and the only thing that lit up your room was the tall lamp in the corner of your room and the distant lights of other buildings through your windows.
as you slipped into bed under the covers, you allowed your mind to wander. first, to the mission, where you silently went over the details in your head to make sure you had them all memorized. you knew for certain that anakin didn’t, which could possibly give you a leg up in the future. and the more you pondered, the more they landed on anakin.
it was strange, thinking of him. typically you would be cringing at anything that included anything to do with anakin skywalker, but this time you allowed your mind to expand instead of bringing up the protective barriers like you always did. the calming effect of letting the force just make its way through every neuron and crevice of your mind was almost enough to lull you to sleep.
that was until you heard a whisper, just the faintest, tiniest little sound that you were almost uncertain that you had even heard anything at all.
your eyes stayed closed, again letting the force do what it wanted in your mind and waiting to see if it happened again. there was a presence there, just on the outer barriers of your mind. there was silence, complete and utter silence and you were about to call it a night when-
you’re thinking about me?
you jolted up to sit, eyes snapping open and your head getting dizzy from the sudden shift in position. it was anakin’s voice, clear as day in your mind, that was what you were hearing. how could you be so stupid? it was like the force was trying to push that connection. and now that it was established, you knew that you would have to put up more barriers in your mind in order to keep him out.
and the worst thing was that he was still there. you could feel it. you put your hands on either side of your head and closed your eyes, reaching him and saying,
i was not.
it was the weakest lie you had ever made in your life.
you’re such a liar, anakin chided. you could practically feel his smirk. just admit it.
you groaned to yourself, feeling a bead of sweat drop down your face from the focus. goodnight, anakin, you said to him and then immediately cut off the connection.
now you were wide awake, you were sure that there was no way you could get any sleep after that. you weren’t even angry at yourself for doing that, but more embarrassed that your thoughts connected you to anakin - because you were thinking about him. you knew there was no way you were getting out of this tomorrow.
you busied yourself at your desk with some books you had previously gotten from the archives, trying your best to basically bore yourself to the brink of sleep. and just as you thought it was beginning to work, you heard a knock on your door. glancing at the clock, you saw that it was a little bit past midnight. who the hell was at your door at this hour?
for a moment you stilled, thinking that perhaps it was a mistake and they would leave then you could finally try and sleep, but there was again another knock a few moments later. you finally stood up and made your way to the door, opening it and being greeted by none other than anakin skywalker. he was dressed in his comfort clothes and hair messy, like he had been awake for way too long.
he didn’t give you any time to say anything, instead pushing his way past you into your rooms. your eyes widened and you took a peek outside into the halls to make sure that no one saw that. luckily, the halls were dead. closing your door and turning the lock, you faced him and stood there deadpanned, waiting for some kind of explanation.
“well, don’t act all happy to see me,” he said sarcastically.
you laughed. “im not. what are you doing here? do you understand what could happen if someone sees you and me in my bedroom alone?” there would be rumors spreading like wildfire, something that you definitely didn’t need to be confronted by the council about this. you hated to admit that you knew the exact reason he was here - because of your mini conversation through the force. but that still begged the question as to why he cared so much about it in the first place.
anakin rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. you took a second to look him over, seeing that the black shirt he was wearing was sheer enough for you to know what he was hiding under it. you shuddered, coming to your senses again and frowning. “you were thinking about me, and i think i deserve an explanation,” anakin told you, shrugging his large shoulders and cocking an eyebrow up. “you were thinking so loud.”
“I wasn’t trying to, i was trying to go to sleep.” you countered.
“you think of me while trying to sleep?”
damn. wrong thing to say. and now he was giving you a look, one that you’ve never seen before from him. his eyes were almost dark, filled with lust. you felt like your fucking legs were going to give out at the look that he was giving you. it was enough to make your face heat up and clear your throat, not having anything else to say, there really wasn’t anything to defend yourself with.
and it all happened so fast. one second you were both standing there, staring into each other’s eyes, and the next you both were walking towards each other and colliding your lips onto each others. the kiss was hot and searing, instantly making your head go dizzy at the feeling. his lips were soft, albeit a little harsh as his tongue forced its way into your mouth and prodded against your own. anakin’s hand came to grip your jaw, the other on the small of your back.
you attempted to grab onto him, get your hands on him as much as his were on you, but he didn’t let you, using the hand on your back to pull you closer to your bed. you were still kissing, lips starting to swell with the agressiveness of the kiss.
you still hated him, you had to keep telling yourself that, even though just by kissing he was making you feel so good. no attachments were to be made, this was purely just acting on normal human instincts, right?
soon enough the backs of your legs were hitting the edge of your bed, anakin pushed you down onto the bed like it was nothing and you were silly putty molding in his hands. he fell on top of you, instead of kissing you on the lips, he went for your neck, one of his hands came and grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked it down, exposing your neck for him.
and he made sure that you would have to somehow cover all the marks he was making, because his teeth seemed to graze over every inch of your skin and lightly nip anywhere he wanted. and you felt dirty because you let him. you would let him do whatever he wanted to do to you.
anakin pulled away from you for a moment to pull his shirt off, discarding it to the floor and helping you to do the same with your shirt. you took a moment to look him over, seeing that his body was practically sculpted and personally handcrafted by the maker themselves, basically knocking the breath out of you. he noticed and you didn’t even care, instead of cringing at his smirk, you found it incredibly hot.
your hands came to his torso, wrapping your legs around his waist as his mouth began kissing along your chest. you pressed your hips up against him, trying to get friction against your already wet core. sadly, it wasn’t enough and you were left with whatever he decided to give you.
“anakin, please,” you whispered out towards him, looking down to watch him slip one of your nipples into his mouth, your mouth hung wide open. he came off of it with a ‘pop’ and tilted his head, waiting for you to finish whatever you were going to say.
“please what?” anakin asked, going back to kissing your chest until he landed on your stomach and started painting masterpieces on your skin.
you made the tinest sound, feeling sparks send right down below. “just touch me already,” you stated, putting your hands in his hair and giving the curles a good tug. he groaned against him, the vibrations going through your entire body. anakin came up face to face with you, pressing yet another kiss against your lips and pushing down your pants and underwear to the ground. you were now all exposed to him, while he still wore half of his outfit. you pouted at the unfairness but you knew it would get you nowhere now.
he held his hand out in front of you and for a moment you looked at him confused. he sensed this and said blankly, “spit.” you did what he asked and spit into his hand, watching as he took that same hand and touch your clit, feeling the wetness of your spit and your own mixing together. your mouth hung open as he rubbed his fingers around, experimentally pushing the tip of his finger into you then immediately pulled it out.
you felt yourself almost whine, needing him to give you more or you felt like you would simply die on the spot. right as you were about to say something, anakin’s other hand came and grasped onto your neck, his fingers digging into your skin and putting pressure on your throat.
holy fuck.
typically, you would be angry with how much control anakin skywalker had over you, but now you were just giving into it, liking that he was being rough with you. it was like a form of argument without the words and you were becoming addicted to it. he was able to make you feel so good and you were completely in his power.
finally, as if he was putting some pity on you, one finger slipped into you, curling up and hitting a spot inside you that made you moan loudly. the hand choking you became stronger against your neck, his mouth coming to your ear and whispering, “be quiet, you don’t want anyone to hear us and have this be over too soon, do you?” he was looking for an answer.
you shook your head, understanding that this would not be the best time to get caught by anyone else. you tried your best to keep yourself quiet as one finger pumped in you, the thumb of that same hand pressing against your clit and making your toes curl in pleasure. you could feel how hard he was against you and that made the fire in your stomach ablaze, nearing towards that edge desperately wanting some kind of release.
as soon as you felt yourself getting higher to that point, his hand came off your throat and his hand stopped moving, your eyes opened up and looked at him, who was busy pulling down his pants and grabbing his cock with his hand.
it didn’t take long for him to position himself at your enterance, his tip teasing you by rubbing it up and down against your slit. “is this what you want?” anakin asked you, his other hand tracing down your body and coming to grip the side of your hip.
you nodded your head fervently. “yes, anakin, please just fuck me already,” you said to him.
and that was all he needed before he was ramming himself into you, giving you no time to adjust, which was expected. you took the pain that came with his harsh motions, both of his hands gripping your hips with such force that you were sure that you were going to have bruises there in the morning in the shape of his hands.
anakin pounded into you, your voice was already hoarse from his choking and you made as quiet sounds as you could. all that anger you had for each other had bubbled up onto the surface and there was only the desire left, the sickly sweet feeling that you had only dreamed about with anakin in your deepest fantasies. you could never get tired of this, perhaps you should’ve initiated this sooner, or pushed his buttons so he would take it out on you this way.
“god, you’re so fucking tight,” anakin said in that deep, gravelly voice that basically sent you into orbit the second that it came past your lips. you were so far gone, head empty of any incoherent thought other than anakin skywalker. and he continued to move into you shamelessly, neither of you caring about anything in the world except this feeling both of you were chasing.
you were close, you could practically feel the tidal wave starting to form inside your stomach. his pace would not let up, practically tearing into you with all the energy and stamina that he had from years of training. and anakin looked so good like this, his mouth hung open and sweat forming on that tanned brow of his. his muscles working overtime and flexing with every single movement he made. and his eyes, which were so blue like the oceans of naboo, were staring right into your own, almost like they were telling you to give everything to him.
you were so worked up, that it only took his hand to come down and rub down against your clit, the pressure enough to push you over the edge. it was like a firework went off inside and the scream you wanted to make died in your throat, wishing that you could be as loud as you wanted. your back arched up and your hips faltered against his own, cumming around him and squeezing, earning a moan from his lips as well. you looked so good coming undone that anakin basically was just sent into fucking orbit with no trace of coming back down.
the second you regained your composure and came down from your own orgasm, you watched as anakin hit his own, hips shifting and releasing right inside of him. you felt him fill you up to the brim, anakin falling down with his chest pressed against your own. the room smelled of sex and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
the only thing was the sounds of your pants throughout the room, and soon enough anakin was pulling out of you. you frowned at the sudden loss of not being filled up anymore by him. just a second ago you felt like you were on fucking cloud nine and now you were crashing right down to reality at what you had done, and whom you had just done it with.
you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as anakin pulled his pants back up and started gathering the rest of his clothes in his hand. he was still shirtless, about to go towards the door when you said, “are you seriously going out there half naked?”
“no one is up this late, trust me,” he said back.
you bit the inside of your cheek. “well I don’t know about that after all the noises coming from here.”
“that wasn’t me making all the moans,” anakin says in such a casual way you stare daggers back at him. he stifles out a laugh and then turns, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. you can hear his footsteps recede from the door and you are left here alone, thinking about what the hell you had just done.
once you regained your composure and felt like you could walk, you stood up on your wobbly feet and made your way to your small mirror. the second you got there, you gasped at your appearance in the mirror. hair all messed up, marks all along your neck along with bruises from his hands, and the bruises on your hips. and to top it all off, you could feel what he left in you trickling down your thigh.
that may have just been the best sex of your life. but you still hated anakin skywalker . . .
. . . right?
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for your prompts list, how about #3 for obi-wan & anakin & padmé?
Oh boy, it's been a hot minute since I answered my prompts! Apologies for the delay, I've been kept quite busy these days!
Prompts now closed // from these angst prompts
Here ya go:
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A cold drop of water lands on Obi-Wan’s head and a shiver racks his frame. Obi-Wan grimaces and hopes he didn’t stir Anakin from his light and much-needed sleep. The young knight had finally fallen asleep with his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder after hours of pacing around their tiny little cage in anger and frustration. The movement, much to Obi-Wan’s displeasure, was enough to shake Anakin from sleep. He lifted his head up.
“Master?” he asks, his voice hoarse from sleep and from all the shouting he had been doing earlier. “Where are—” Anakin cuts himself off as realization appears to hit him. He scrambles back to his feet and begins pacing again. Obi-Wan sighs.
“Hey!” Anakin shouts. “You can’t keep us here! The Republic is going to come for us and you’re going to pay!”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says softly.
“Do you hear me? You’re going to pay for keeping us here!”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says more forcefully. “Please stop yelling.”
“No! They can’t keep us here, we’re Generals in the Grand Army of the Republic and this is a neutral planet.”
Obi-Wan winces as Anakin’s words echo off the walls. His head is pounding and he just needs Anakin to shut up for just a little while. “Anakin…” Obi-Wan says. “Please just for five minutes…”
The pleading tone of his voice gets Anakin’s attention. “Master?” he asks, concerned. He kneels next to Obi-Wan. “Are you all right?”
Obi-Wan hums, trying to fight off the nausea from what he is sure is a minor concussion at best. “You’re so loud. Give it a rest.”
“But…”
“As you said,” Obi-Wan says, “this is a neutral planet. They will realize this is a mistake and that we are being held here on accident. They don’t want problems with the Republic.”
“What if they’ve actually partnered with the Separatists.”
“That’s a possibility. But either way, I think the Republic is already looking for us.”
“But how—”
“We haven’t checked in anywhere in what? 48 hours at least? Maybe more? Someone will have noticed by now.”
Anakin looks slightly more at ease. “Does anyone know where we are?”
“Cody knows we were coming here. I’m sure he’s already contacted the Council.”
“We’re saved,” Anakin says sarcastically.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan admonishes.
“What? They are so slow at decision-making. They have to deal with all this red-tape in the senate and their own internal debates and yeah, I think we’re going to be stuck here for a little while.”
“Then be a little more patient, would you? Conserve your energy Anakin, you don’t know how long we’re going to be here or how they’re going to treat us.”
The pair of Jedi had been given water, but no food. Obi-Wan feels too nauseous to eat even if there was food available, but from experience, he knows Anakin does not exactly do well with skipping meals.
Anakin huffs and sits back down next to Obi-Wan. He leans his head back on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
“Talk to me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says softly. “Tell me what’s going through your head.”
“I just—” Anakin hesitates.
“It’s all right. You can tell me,” Obi-Wan says.
“I just want to go home,” Anakin says quietly. All of the anger has left his voice. He sounds like the scared Padawan he was when Obi-Wan first took him under his wing.
Obi-Wan finds Anakin’s hand and squeezes it. “I know,” he says. “Trust in the Force, Padawan.”
Anakin looks at him quizically. “Are you doing alright, Master? You haven’t called me that since… well, since you knighted me.”
“Oh,” Obi-Wan says. “Forget I said it.”
“No, it’s okay. It just took me off guard,” Anakin says. “How’s your head?”
“I’ve had worse.”
“So not good, huh?”
“No, not good, but I’ll manage.”
“Do you think we’ll get out of here soon?”
“Depends,” Obi-Wan says. “Why don’t you just try to sleep?”
“I’m hungry,” Anakin complains.
“Then meditate with me. We’ll take your mind off of it.”
Anakin huffs out a breath. “Fine. Nothing better to do anyway.”
Obi-Wan coaches Anakin through some of the breathing exercises he knew worked best with him. He can sense Anakin calming slightly.
“Just go to sleep,” Obi-Wan whispers. Anakin’s breathing evens out and his eyes flutter closed.
Obi-Wan tilts his head back and hopes he’ll remain asleep just for a little while. As much as Obi-Wan would like to sleep too, he knows he probably shouldn’t with a potential concussion. He resolves to meditate instead.
But try as he might, Obi-Wan still dozes off. He doesn’t realize he’s fallen asleep until Anakin is shaking his shoulders.
“Do you hear that?” Anakin asks, excitement dripping off his question.
Obi-Wan lifts his head and listens. A loud banging sound erupts from the hallways, followed by the sound of blaster fire.
“Now I do,” Obi-Wan says. Anakin stands and hovers at the edge of the ray shield, so close Obi-Wan fears he’ll touch it. “Do you see anything?”
“No, not yet,” Anakin says. “Wait! A guard just got shot, he fell over.”
Obi-Wan looks over with mild interest.
“Oh, another guard just fell! Wait… is that?” Anakin stops and squints. His eyes widen in shock. “Padmé?”
Padmé takes out the last guard and rushes over to their cage. She presses a button and the red ray shield in between them dissolves.
“Ani,” Padmé breathes, running up to him and putting her hands on his chest. “Are you okay? You’ve have been missing for two days.”
Padmé runs a hand through his tangled curls and runs her eyes over his body.
“I’m fine, Padmé. I’m just glad you’re here.”
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. “I’m also fine if anyone cared to ask,” he mutters.
Anakin flushes, but Padmé is unphased. “Master Kenobi,” she says good-naturedly. She extends a hand to him and helps pull him to his feet. “It’s good to see you.”
“The feeling is more than mutual, Senator,” Obi-Wan says. He looks around. “Did you come here alone?”
“Yes,” Padmé answers simply. “I thought it best to be discreet.”
“Padmé!” Anakin exclaims. “Did you really just take on all those guards by yourself?”
“I had my blaster!” she retorts.
Anakin scoffs and Obi-Wan just offers her an impressed smile. “Only you, Senator,” he says.
“It’s my duty to serve the Republic. I think saving two of its best Generals is a good way of serving it.”
“Not that I’m ungrateful for you being here,” Obi-Wan says, “but how did you even know to come here? How did you find us?”
“Cody contacted me. The Council was moving too slow for his taste,” Padmé says. “So he found me and we worked out a plan. He’s flying the getaway shuttle.”
Anakin smirks. “I told you they were too slow. Even your Commander agrees.”
“No matter. Let’s just get out of here.”
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Padmé digs around in a small satchel that she has slung around her shoulders. “Here.” She hands them their lightsabers.
Obi-Wan lights up at the return of his weapon. He always felt naked without it. Vulnerability was never a pleasant feeling for him.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the hallway. “I’m guessing you didn’t kill all of the guards?” Obi-Wan asks.
“Not quite. I was hoping you two could help with that?”
“Senator,” Obi-Wan says. “It would be my pleasure.”
Obi-Wan and Anakin ignite their sabers and with Padmé at their side, they charge down the hall.
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That One Fucked-Up Rexwalker AU
OKAY so people showed interest in this! Cool! This is... actually you know what, yeah, this falls into dead dove territory. It's kind of angst with a happy ending? At the very least it's hurt/comfort.
Warnings: rape as psychological torture by an enemy party, later dubious consent by parties that are at least trying to make it consensual but the situation makes it difficult to navigate
This was inspired partially by the first chapter of this collection by @the-writing-mill, which features Obi-Wan getting absolutely railed by a fucking machine set up by droids who don't understand consent. I got to thinking about the set-up and slid sideways into a slightly different context.
So Anakin, in all his shitty luck, gets captured, as one does. Whoever captures him has strict instructions to avoid physically damaging him or permanently fucking up his connection to the Force, because they'd like to use him as a weapon eventually, but to play around with his psychological damage in whatever way suits.
We'll say it's Ventress, who vastly prefers horrifying physical damage for torture, or killing/hurting people's loved ones in front of them, and now has to get creative to deal with Skywalker, because for whatever reason, she only managed to get Anakin and not any of his friends.
Obviously, Palpatine is the one saying 'don't damage the good.' She doesn't know that, though, just that Dooku said His Sith Master said to leave Skywalker intact for later.
So the easy route to psychological damage is, well, rape. But she's not into him, and there aren't really any other sentients in her little torture castle, but last she checked Skywalker is really needy? She's picked up on the fact that this guy really loves Having people.
She handles it: strip him down, strap him down, and get a fucking machine involved. Naked and cold and with a pipe leaking from the ceiling. Let a protocol droid keep an eye on things so he doesn't have some kind of permanent physical damage, but basically just have him unceasingly fucked for like a week, sometimes edging and sometimes forcing and sometimes just really digging into the oversensitivity, whether he's awake or asleep or what. Nothing but air and metal, and sometimes Ventress when she comes by to taunt him. There's magic involved to up his sexual craving without making it any easier on him.
It's fucked up but he does get saved! Eventually!
Ventress did her job, didn't enjoy it, and doesn't care that he's gone. She has people to kill, okay, she's bored.
So, you know, Anakin needs time to recover. He doesn't try to argue that he doesn't, at least partly because he's having trouble standing. He'll be fine! Stop worrying, guys! It's fine!
It's not fine, everyone tells him, because that was fucked!
It takes a while to get back to Coruscant. It's normally a few days, but there's a disruption on the hyperlane they'd use, sooooooo they're stuck.
Anakin tries to make some calls to Padme. When the calls connect, she helps. Obi-Wan was part of the rescue team, so he's there to do what he can, but Anakin keeps flinching away. Ahsoka is helpful because Anakin's hindbrain reads her as Not A Threat, but nobody's telling her what kind of torture Anakin was dealing with, because she's Designated Baby.
Anakin is alternately overwhelmed by physical touch and craving it, and the fact that he just got the Force back isn't helping.
(It later comes to light that the reason he flinches from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is because they've got the Force and a person with the Force approaching for that week meant Ventress, and that's--not great. And it's just a LOT and REALLY BRIGHT after his time in the Force-nullifying cuffs.)
So Anakin spends a lot of time alone, craving people while being deeply unnerved by the ones he's most able to ask for that sort of thing (his master and padawan). Rex is one of a handful of clones that volunteer to check in on Anakin until they get to Coruscant. He's not the only one who walks in on Anakin shifting uncomfortably and looking red in the face, but he's the one that actually asks about it.
Anakin, with some prodding, does not admit to the problem. He does, however, admit to a different problem, and asks if Rex would be okay with a hug, or maybe putting an arm around Anakin's shoulder, or--actually, no, this is stupid, forget he said anythi-- Rex sits down next to him and pulls Anakin into his side and just lets Anakin relax into him.
Anakin starts shivering. Shuddering. Crying, after a while. Rex lets it happen and tries not to panic, just rubs an hand up and down Anakin's arm.
They don't really talk about it, but Anakin does end up cuddling with Rex for a few hours a day while they try to get everyone home, and Anakin's kind of on enforced medical leave, so he can't really help until Obi-Wan comes up with a solution that gives Anakin a job directly.
Rex finally gets an answer to why Anakin keeps looking uncomfortable and close to tears but embarrassed about it. He doesn't, for the record, press for that answer. Instead, he accidentally walks in on Anakin three fingers deep in his own ass and whining into his pillow.
Which is. Awkward.
Obviously.
Turns out whatever Ventress did to him has him feeling incredibly empty without something to plug him up! It sucks! He hates it! He's been trying very hard not to submit to this need, but it's still there and he needs to be filled up and just snapped and had to do something about it!
This is, as you can imagine, not a comfortable conversation for anyone, but Rex tries to cheer him up with "Well, Jedi have stipends, right? You can probably find, uh, a toy, right? Once we're back on Coruscant? Or the Senator...?"
Anakin doesn't want Padme to know.
Anakin is also near tears but that's. Well. Rex is used to that by now.
(Anakin isn't using shipboard fabricators to make a dildo or plug because have fun explaining that on the expense report!)
So Rex is in this awkward position of having to comfort his recently-more-traumatized-than-before superior officer, whom he just walked in on furiously and tearfully masturbating due to said trauma...
And Rex is pretty much just like "Dude, please call your wife and have her talk you through the... whole... thing... I'm just, I think you'd probably feel less upset about having to fill yourself or whatever if she was talking you through it?"
They drop the subject for a bit, but Anakin is still Fucked Up in many ways, including new and exciting ones, and it turns out he hasn't been sleeping! And only sleeps if there's someone he trusts nearby!
So obviously Rex volunteers because fuck it, it's not like there's anything about his General he hasn't seen yet, right? So, yeah! Sleepy cuddles! Intended to be platonic!
Rex wakes up hard and flushed and with a very much still asleep Anakin grinding his ass against Rex's crotch.
Which, under significantly different circumstances, he'd not be upset by... But given literally everything going on, um. No?
Rex has no idea what to do, so he just kind of lays there and tries to shift away so his back is pressed to the wall and Anakin isn't accidentally trying to fuck himself in his sleep. Which works.
For about fifteen minutes.
And then Anakin is whining and shuffling back and Rex just tries to wake him up like Dude, You Don't Actually Want This, You Told Me You Don't Want This
And they separate and avoid each other and shower, and Rex leaves to go do Things while Anakin continues to try to meditate away what trauma he can before they get back to Coruscant for extremely long mandated therapy.
Rex shows up that evening to cuddle again, but Anakin tries to turn him away because He Can't Be Sexually Assualting His Friends In His Sleep, so he should honestly just sleep alone, right? Right, okay, bye Rex, Anakin is so sorry about this morning--
And Rex interrupts that he's not actually upset about it, he's just upset about Anakin being in this position, and Anakin doesn't actually want Rex so that's kind of upsetting, and Rex would be very open to this later after the war when they're not in a position to fuck up their entire legion with a change in dynamics--
And this goes back and forth for a bit before Rex realizes that Anakin does actually want him, and did before this whole Situation happened, and Anakin realizes that Rex is interested in him and NOT just trying to 'do his duty for his Jedi' or whatever.
And anyway, it turns into some very sweet lovemaking every night where Anakin gets to fall asleep with a cock in his ass, filled with cum, with Padme's blessing, until they get to Coruscant and he can find a plug for the nights they're not together (and also some therapy).
When Obi-Wan finds out they're fucking, he's actually furious and ALSO unsure of which one's taking advantage of the other.
Initially assumes Rex is taking advantage of Anakin's recent emotional traumas. Anakin protests that he asked Rex for this, and Obi-Wan is asking in horror if Anakin ordered one of the soldier under his command to do this, and it all just kind of goes very poorly.
Everyone means well. Nobody really succeeds at it.
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Healing Wounds
The Lost Padawan
Part 8 of ?
Word Count: 2122
You were raised in the Jedi order, Padawan of Jedi Master Obiwan Kenobi.
A/N: btw comments are the thing that gives me motivation to continue these stories so anything is appreciated <3
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-" is the only thing echoing through your mind as you run through the abandoned star destroyer. You'd all been a tad bit late to the party and Wrecker's chip had taken over. He was the reason you were currently running, and now ducking from blaster bolts.
He had targeted you, since the Jedi were the clone's main priority to eliminate. You'd taken off, but didn't want to get so far ahead that he turned his attention to the others. So staying in sight but dodging open fire wasn't something you were excited about. Lightsaber whirling through the air as you duck and cover and dodge and block all the blaster bolts he was eagerly firing, luckily his name was Wrecker and not Crosshair or you'd have been dead by now.
In all honesty you were functioning and fending for your life but trying so hard not to go into a full blown panic attack. Your friend trying to gun you down, while you hadn't personally experienced it you'd been a witness. Every night when you closed your eyes had only brought visions of Cody shooting down Obi Wan, and your many other friends whom you considered family. Only an hour ago you'd dove into murky water to save Wrecker's life and here he was now trying to kill you. It wasn't his fault but it still hurts.
You're brought back from these thoughts as Wrecker shouts behind you, something about you not getting away. You can hear the others shouting, further away but still there as they tried to defend you. You didn't need them dying for you though, so you tried to keep Wrecker's attention.
"Hey-" your voice cracks. You start again, "hey! You can't catch me Wrecker! I'm a Jedi and I'm still alive, you're disobeying orders!" You taunt him, finally gaining some small sense of stability as you duck behind a crate.
You hear him growl and his booming footsteps growing closer. You couldn't take him if he got ahold of you, you knew that much. He'd fought a Rancor and won, you were basically just a kid. Sure a battle hardened veteran, knowing nothing but war your entire childhood, except for when it was kind of just tense, but still you were a kid.
You glance around you as his footsteps grow closer, there's a vent above you. You know for a fact you can fit inside, you'd hidden in them plenty of times. You use the force to pull the cover off and send it flying towards Wrecker.
As you leap up into the vent you hear a solid thud and grunt before the metal clangs to the floor. You then hear another angry shout, you'd definitely hit Wrecker. From inside the vent you crawl back the way you had come, being sure to clang around and make some noise to keep his attention. A few blaster bolts firing through the ceiling and up at you in the vent tells you that you do indeed have his attention.
Your heart is in your throat, your throat is closing up from anxiety and you can hardly breathe, you can't keep this up for much longer and you know it. The tears you've been holding back for weeks are welling in your eyes and you know once you break there will be no stopping it. You'd be too broken to defend yourself for a hot minute while you got ahold of yourself and your emotions once again.
You crawl another 30 feet, dodging the blaster bolts, except for one that grazes your leg but you're feeling so numb to everything you hardly feel it. Once you crawl another 2 feet you realize everything has stoped, Wrecker falls silent, the shooting stops and the others stop their shouting. You allow yourself to collapse to the vent floor and just lay there on the cold metal, taking heaving breaths and trying to get ahold of yourself.
"Y/n? Are you alright?" from the tone you can tell Hunter asking you this.
You take another breath before speaking, hoping to keep your voice from cracking again, "yeah I'm alright. I'm-" you pause in thought, "I'm going to stay up here a minute... at least until Wrecker's alright."
You hear some whispers before he responds, "alright." If you'd cared you would have gone and tried to hear the whispers but you didn't care at that moment. Let them say what they need too, you needed to pause even for the slightest of moments in a vent on a star destroyer, somewhere you felt protected enough to let your masks fall and the emotional dam to break.
You listen to their heavy footsteps move away, carrying Wrecker back to the medical bay, then it happens. Everything you'd been holding in comes falling out. A tear for master Obi Wan, a tear for Cody, a tear for what Cody had done to Obi Wan, a tear for each of the clones you'd been close too, and a tear for the life you had lost. The only thing you'd known and now it was gone and it was slowly setting in that you'd never be getting that back even if you still spent all your time with a different group of clones. Once the tears start you cannot stop, you stay right there on the cold, growing warm metal, creating your own little pity puddle, a puddle of your tears.
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"... at least until Wrecker's alright."
Hunter goes to respond but Rex places a gentle hand on his shoulder first and shakes his head, before responding for Hunter, "alright," and you couldn't tell the difference, one of the few perks of being a clone. The two then get Wrecker up and with a nod for Omega, who'd saved the day, to follow they carry their brother to the med bay and get him in the machine to begin the surgery that would hopefully work. The surgery that hopefully wouldn't kill him.
Once Wrecker is settled Hunter turns to Rex and asks, "why'd you leave them there?"
Rex shakes his head gently, but responds, "I served around them enough to know despite their training that they need some time to themselves."
Hunter lets that sink in for a moment before nodding, he trusted Rex on this, he had hardly spent any time around the Jedi, usually their team worked alone. He didn't know enough to dispute the idea that you just needed some time. Sure, you were probably close to the same age as the Clones were, but they aged much faster than you did. You'd had as many years experience as they did, but you were still mentally and physically a child. Order 66 and all the aftermath had to have hit you harder than you let on, but Wrecker going after you had been your breaking point.
Omega is worried about you, but to her you seemed invincible always ready to face danger and sacrifice yourself for your friends. For Omega, Wrecker is the priority of her worry, she stays by his side knowing how dangerous this procedure is to him, how he might not wake back up despite their best efforts. Finally the procedure is over and now they all wait on edge to see if their friend would wake up. After what feels like forever he does, he finally wakes up and the first thing Omega does is hug him, throwing her arms around his neck as she lets out a breath of relief.
Wrecker apologizes to her, as he'd gone after her at one point, then looks up and asks, "how- how's y/n?" Sure, he remembered some stuff but you'd been in the vents, what if he'd hit you with a lucky shot? He could hardly bear the thought that he'd hurt or killed you. He quite liked you, you weren't stuck up like other Jedi, you fit in with their little family perfectly and if he'd hurt you even on accident-
He's pulled out of his thoughts by Omega answering, "y/n is still in the vent, they weren't ready to come out yet. I'm sure as soon as they're ready they'll be glad to know you're back to yourself."
That isn't the answer Wrecker wanted but his head was aching and the world was spinning so he couldn't go find you at the moment, he had to just lay back down. From there the next person is prepped for the surgery and they begin moving, going to get everyone fixed up before anything else could happen.
As soon as everyone is distracted and paying attention to the preparations being made, Omega makes her move, Hunter was fine, so now she needed to make sure you were fine. Whether you liked it or not she'd made you part of their little family, you were her sibling too, she had all her older brothers, and you.
"Y/n?" Omega's soft voice sounds below you, "can I come up?"
You don't get much of a chance to answer as next thing you know the vent in front of you opens up, and Omega crawls in. Fuck. She was also small enough to fit in the vents. "Uh," you quickly wipe your face and try to dry the puddle where your head had been, "hey- hey Omega, what's up?"
"Wrecker woke up, he's okay... I thought you should know." She settles in place, laying on her stomach and facing you, obviously not leaving.
You offer a slight smile, "okay, thanks..." you trail off not really sure what you should say, and not really in the mood to talk.
Omega obviously picks up on this since, despite being somewhat secluded all her life, she was inteligent and could somewhat read emotions despite not picking up on every little queue. "Are you alright? Wrecker didn't mean to-"
She stops as you look at her, you don't look harshly but you making eye contact once more is enough, "I know Omega. I don't blame him, it isn't his fault," you quietly say, "I don't blame him at all it's just-"
You pause wanting to backtrack, seeing the curiosity in her eyes as she innocently asks, "it's just what?"
You chew on the tip of your tongue for a moment before looking at her for a moment. It had been long enough. She was your sister. You needed to accept that you weren't a Jedi any more even if you were connected with the force. You didn't need to follow all those rules, you could accept that you cared and got attached to people. That you considered them family. And most importantly you could afford to show emotions.
You'd shown emotion anyways with Obi Wan, because you trusted him and you were only learning. You'd seen him show emotion on occasion. It's in this moment as you're facing your sister that you realize and accept the fact that you don't have to follow the Jedi code and you feel a weight lift from your shoulders.
You take a breath then say, "those chips caused me to loose everyone I was ever close too. You grew up on Kamino and never left there. That was all you knew. The Jedi Order was all that I knew," tears well up in your eyes once again but you don't try to hide them this time. "I lost all of that then to have it almost happen again, in a way, to have someone I consider a friend once again try to kill me? I just-" you take a shuddering breath as you try and ground yourself again, "the Jedi tell you to not show emotions or get attached to anyone, and I cannot help but do that, so loosing everyone, it hurt. But I've been trying to following those rules and it's just hard to change and stop it. I need to stop it if I'm going to be able to help all of you." You wipe your eyes and take another deep breath.
Omega smiles softly at you, "that makes sense, but we're family, you don't have to hold everything in."
You smile back, knowing she's trying her best to help, "yeah, it's just a matter of learning that... thanks Omega..." you pause before changing the subject, "you said that Wrecker's awake?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'm sure he's worried about me, let's climb down and I'll go see him."
Once out of the vent the two of you share a hug and it's all alright, except for the wound where the blaster bolt had grazed you which you'd been numb too until you were on your feet. Fuck. It hurt, and you'd have to get it patched up, but first you needed to make sure Wrecker was patched up.
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~✨obi-wan gen exchange fics✨~
in case you haven't heard, there are 40 new obi-wan gen fics hot and ready as of today👀this was my first time participating in a fic exchange and it was a ton of fun to write for others! below are the three fics I wrote if you feel like checking them out:)
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i'll be on your side when the dreams run dry ~ for @kittsfics
8.5k words / no warnings apply
summary: Quinlan returns to the Jedi Temple to find a newly-knighted Obi-Wan exhausted and overwhelmed. To give his friend a break, he padawan-sits Anakin for the day, and of course, they find some chaos to cause.
"The short answer is, you look like hell, Obes."
"Wow, thanks," Obi-Wan says dryly.
"No really. I saw you sparring Muln from the observation deck yesterday. Asked Nara if you just got back on-world 'cause you looked like you came out of some deep-cover mission. Horrific torture and all. And she said you haven't left Coruscant in months," Obi-Wan looks away as shame tugs at his throat. Quin's tone softens. "Why'd they give you a padawan so soon? They've never made us take a student the first cycle."
"I volunteered to take Anakin."
"And they agreed? A kid with zero Temple training? Padawan's aren't tookas, Obi. I didn't think I had to tell you of all people that."
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J'adoube ~ for @calltomuster
7.7k words / no warnings apply
summary: There are only two scenarios that make sense in this moment: 1. The Force has caused a divergence in the flow of time for reasons still unknown. or 2. Obi-Wan has a more active imagination than he thought, and the last twenty-eight years of his life have been one very long, very elaborate dream.
[or, the Force gets fed up with Obi-Wan not taking care of himself and takes matters into its own hands.]
"Master?" he yells, slamming the lights on and heading straight for the bed. He tears off the covers, only to jump back in surprise. It isn't Obi-Wan under the covers at all, but a child somehow sleeping soundly despite how loud he was being. He's curled in a ball his wavy auburn hair splayed out on the pillow and falling into his eyes.
Where did this kid come from? Anakin's mind races. And where the hell is Obi-Wan?
Though he asks himself the question, Anakin already knows the answer. The youngling lying in Obi-Wan's bed has a strong presence in the Force. A presence that Anakin would recognize anywhere.
This kid is Obi-Wan?
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Adventures in Padawan-Sitting ~ another one for KittsFics
3.9k words ~ no warnings apply
summary: Ahsoka has to spend a week with Obi-Wan and the 212th while Anakin is away. Obi-Wan is excited to have his grand-padawan visiting and tries to make it as fun and exciting for her as possible.
"Be sure to cause a little bit of trouble over there."
She grins, "I would never want to steal your job, Master."
"You're representing me, and I have a reputation to uphold."
Ahsoka laughs, shaking her head and giving a final last wave as the doors to the shuttle close. She hardly has time to strap herself in before the pilot pulls out of The Resolute's hanger. Probably another order by her master to ensure she doesn't sneak off after he walks away.
She didn't plan on causing any trouble. Considering the 212th is headed back to port and have no battle orders, there aren't exactly opportunities for trouble.
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fic with ahsoka as Obi-Wans Padawan? Maybe some angsty jangobi? (Used to be together but broke up and now they pine from afar™️)
(i’m devastated that i don’t get to write ahsoka much, especially as obi’s padawan, so that an anon would come into my inbox.... and request jangobi on top of it..... seriously, though, thank you! can’t say i wasn’t inspired by @autumnchild22’s Kenobi Tano AU, but this doesn’t share almost anything with their take of events (ノ*´◡`) i’m flattered y’all thought i could do something of theirs justice lmao
i have written entirely too much backstory for this one, i think my brainstorming ended up longer than the actual fic so like. rip.
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It surprises everyone except Obi-Wan that not only does Jango join the clones on the front lines, but he does so as the ARC troopers’ medic. That the son of the Mand’alor murdered by the Jedi would allow his kid to be apprenticed by a lifetime Council member is already hard enough for the galaxy at large to swallow; believing that the man who had at once been the most feared bounty hunter in the Outer Rim wouldn’t even ask for a command position? Impossible.
Obi-Wan knows better. Just as Obi-Wan had picked up Soresu because he could not protect his master on Naboo, Jango had learned to put people back together because he could not save his buir on Korda 6.
Besides, Obi-Wan thinks Mace is a wonderful match for little Boba, even though he’s joining the Jedi older than even Anakin had been. Knowing Mace was among the Jedi to liberate the spice freighter Jango had been sold to, and that he had continued to check in on Jango for years after he got his armor back, Obi-Wan actually finds it rather silly that others on the Council had thought Jango would trust Boba to anyone else.
Which does leave Obi-Wan in quite the predicament, when less than a year after Anakin's knighting, Mace sends him a new padawan in the middle of a campaign.
Ahsoka smiles with all canines, and calls Anakin Skyguy, and has to be tricked into wearing more armor because, according to Cody, she is "not to take the General's lack of self-preservation as the status quo, nor as the basis for field safety." Which, rude, Obi-Wan wears plenty of armor when the situation calls for it; he simply doesn't find many situations where plasteel has kept his men or the Jedi from dying horribly.
Letting Ahsoka gallivant around a battlefield in a tube-top without even a cloak, however, is out of the question, and Obi-Wan thinks Waxer does a brilliant job in sizing down the armor to fit their collective padawan over the next few months. Force, had Anakin really been younger than she when he first started taking him on missions?
"Master?"
Obi-Wan blinks, and smiles down at Ahsoka standing next to him, his apprentice looking quite dashing in the orange paint of the 212th. "Sorry, my dear, what were you saying?"
She shrugs, eyeing him suspiciously. "'Was just asking if we would be working with the ARC troopers on Kiros; Captain Fordo said he would show me how to use a blaster rifle next time they were on the Negotiator."
The Kaminoans intended for a few ARC troopers to be sent with each battalion, but it had quickly become clear that Jango had not trained them that way. Instead, he had raised and created a strike team so efficient, it would have been a waste to separate them; Obi-Wan knows Jango had hand-picked them from cadets, had searched for a spark in them that the Kaminoans hadn't already snuffed out completely. Jango had been like that once, too.
"I would be surprised if we didn't," Obi-Wan decides on, turning back to observe the 212th loading into the Negotiator, and he would be, because the ARCs are often deployed with Obi-Wan’s men, have been since the Battle of Kamino. "But I have not heard anything from Master Shaak Ti, nor Captain Fordo as of yet."
Ahsoka scrunches up her face into a pout, an amusing show of her age that she usually does not allow. "We'll probably get halfway through the mission and they'll just show up."
Obi-Wan chuckles. “Hm, yes, probably,” he agrees, starting to make his way down to the hangar to join his men with Ahsoka trotting along behind, “but perhaps I can convince Captain Fordo not to surprise us too badly this time.”
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When the ARC troopers finally storm the Kadavo Processing Facility with Anakin and the Jedi on their heels, the warden Agruss is already dead.
The sudden swell of Jedi presence is nearly blinding after a month of helplessness, but Obi-Wan can't tap out, not yet. Rex, satisfied and vindictive and relieved, sways dangerously and automatically reaches out to Obi-Wan to steady himself.
That Rex trusts him enough to not even think about rank before asking for help warms Obi-Wan in ways he doesn't yet have the words for — he wraps Rex's arm around his shoulders and takes half his weight happily.
"Thank you," Obi-Wan finds himself murmuring as he helps Rex towards the doors, and only smiles at the captain's bemused expression.
"Whatever for, General?" he asks, even as he looks back over their shoulders across the room, to Agruss impaled to his chair with the electrostaff still sparking. Then he returns Obi-Wan’s smile, shaking his head. "That's not very Jedi-like of you, sir."
"I'm afraid I haven't felt much a Jedi since Kiros, my dear." Which is perhaps too honest to allow himself before he's had a proper meal and a full night's rest, but if there is anyone who will understand, it is the man that lived it with him. "We could wait up here for Anakin to find us, but it will likely be a while before they can spare him to start looking; do you think you can keep your feet long enough for us to reach the ground floor?"
Rex snorts and gives a vague wave of his free hand towards the elevators. "Well, I'm certainly not going to wait up here like some damsel, sir, and General Skywalker would kill me if I let you wander around on your own."
"Well!" Obi-Wan laughs, for the first time in weeks, and hitches Rex up to get a better grip on his waist. "In that case, we really should not keep him waiting."
They somehow time it perfectly for what the 187th and the 501st to have just finished rounding up the slavers in the courtyard when he and Rex hobble out of a side door of the warden's tower. Lieutenant Law oversees the Togrutas' move to Mace’s flagship Solace, and Obi-Wan easily picks him and Boba out from the crowd, standing at the base of the loading ramp and speaking with the Kiros colony's governor. Anakin is nowhere to be seen, but Obi-Wan doesn't get the chance to keep looking before Kix spots them from his place by the medical frigate; a shout passes over the nearby clones like a wave, until Kix and an ARC trooper break away to (gently) manhandle both him and Rex to the frigate.
The 187th's medic, Oro, is already on board seeing to the Togrutas too injured to wait for triage on the Solace, snapping a distracted salute that Obi-Wan quickly waves off as he helps heft Rex onto a hoverbed. He fully intends to duck back out and check in with Mace, though things seem well in hand without him, but the ARC with Kix takes off his helmet and glares, until Obi-Wan meekly shuffles to the next hoverbed over.
He could never refuse Jango, after all.
"You repainted your armor," he says conversationally, as Jango pulls a scanner from the bandoleer around his chest and has Obi-Wan roll up his right sleeve.
"'Lost the last set to a sarlacc before our deployment to Kiros," Jango snorts, Concord Dawn accent stronger than any of his clones. "Though it looks like your mission had its fair share of excitement." Running the scanner over the electrical burns on Obi-Wan’s arm, Jango raises an eyebrow at the dried blood on the shoulder of his tunics; Obi-Wan honestly doesn't remember if it's his or not.
And he can only smile at Jango, because even with a decade and a war between them, the corner of Jango's mouth still twitches when he's stressed. "Well, it certainly wasn't boring, my dear," Obi-Wan says, opening the neck of his tunic enough for Jango to stick him with a hypospray that hopefully won't make him too high. "And I can't say I'm looking forward to what is surely going to be a long dip in the bacta tank."
He gets a laugh for that, and can't think of the last time they had done more than make eye contact from opposite sides of a ship. Perhaps it had been Kamino, when Taun We had first sent for the Jedi to meet the army created for them.
Obi-Wan had rather thought Jango dead until then, when he had disappeared from the galaxy abruptly as if he had never lived in it at all. For a time, Obi-Wan believed he had just gotten cold feet, that finally meeting Anakin made it all a little too personal too quickly, but then even Mace could not get a hold of him and no one had seen a Mandalorian bounty hunter in months.
Their... conversation, Jango's stilted explanations of his absence and of how little he actually knew about the purpose for the clones he helped create, left far too much unsaid, but then Obi-Wan had been sent to Geonosis and, well. It's been nearly two years now, and Obi-Wan isn't sure if he's even seen Jango without his helmet since then.
His eyes flick over Obi-Wan’s face, the left side of his lips twitching as if knowing exactly what Obi-Wan is thinking — and he might not put it past him.
"Where are Anakin and Ahsoka?" Obi-Wan hears himself ask, when the silence grows heavy with those unsaid words. And he really would like to check in with his padawan, he can't imagine her last month has been a picnic either.
Jango sticks him with another stim before answering, "Mace sent Skywalker to make sure no slave is missed, and no slaver isn't arrested. As for your new foundling..." That little smile comes back, as Jango nods out the back of the frigate to where someone is cutting a line through the clones guarding their new prisoners.
"Oh dear," Obi-Wan mumbles, barely having time to brace himself before Ahsoka is launching herself at him, and all he can think is how relieved he is to see her out of her slave disguise. Jango steps cleanly out of the way to let Ahsoka smother herself in Obi-Wan’s chest, though it doesn’t stop him from starting to prep bacta patches to tide him over until they can get to the Negotiator’s medbay.
“Hello, little one,” Obi-Wan murmurs, carefully loosening the tight net of his shields for the first time since Zygerria and letting Ahsoka’s presence flood his mind.
“It’s good to see you, Master ‘Nobi,” she says into his tunics, and her voice does not waver at all.
He manages a chuckle, though it does not hold nearly as well as Ahsoka’s, as he feels himself finally relax. Anakin, of course, senses the both of them immediately and prods at their minds, but neither Obi-Wan nor his padawan acknowledge him. “I take it the Queen is dead?”
Ahsoka sighs and pulls back enough to nod. “Count Dooku was there, Skyguy barely got us all out.”
“That was a week ago,” Jango adds, not looking up from the datapad he’s logging Obi-Wan’s injuries into. “Even with the Queen giving us the location of the Processing Facility, we had to wait for the 187th to catch up.”
Running his palm from the top of her head down her hind lek, Ahsoka melts back against him with a Togruta churr he rarely has the pleasure of hearing from her. “Hm, and I imagine Boba was thrilled to work with the ARC troopers.”
Jango snorts, because they both know Boba is thirteen and his rebellious stage where he wants nothing to do with his father for fear of losing his independence. “Originally, the 104th was the closest battalion, but were held up in their own campaign. ‘Honestly didn’t think we could keep Skywalker from rushing in anyways.”
And Obi-Wan has to wince at that, because no matter what he does, he can’t seem to find a way to teach Anakin about attachment in words he understands; truthfully, Obi-Wan wouldn’t have had him knighted until he had at least attempted to master that part of his mind, but, well, the War had different opinions.
“I’m actually just surprised he didn’t try to fight Dooku,” Ahsoka admits, finally releasing Obi-Wan only to hop up on the hoverbed next to him. Jango immediately pulls Obi-Wan’s bare arm back to himself to start slapping the bacta patches over the worst of his burns. “Master Windu had a talk with him, though, I think it was good for him.”
“I’d like to see that!” Jango barks, only half sarcastically: he knows better than most, the sorts of things Mace Windu can talk someone out of, and if it worked for one ex-slave, why shouldn’t it work on another?
Ah, perhaps that shared history should not have slipped Obi-Wan’s mind, not here with thousands of freed slaves needing aid for injuries Jango is intimately familiar with.
“And are you alright?” he asks before he can talk himself out of it, as Jango is cutting his sleeve further back. His brow ticks back up, clearly bewildered by what Obi-Wan could be referring to, but it’s Ahsoka that leans around Obi-Wan to sniff triumphantly up at Jango.
“I told you he still likes you,” she says, and Jango’s hand freezes on Obi-Wan’s wrist.
Obi-Wan sighs. “Ahsoka.”
But instead of denying that he might have actually had such a conversation with Obi-Wan’s padawan, Jango coughs on a laugh. “So you did, edee. To be fair, I did not think that was the issue.”
Ahsoka rolls her eyes, leaning back into Obi-Wan’s side as he automatically raises his arm to accommodate her. “He thinks he lost his chance, Master ‘Nobi,” she tells him. “Even Cody thinks he’s full of banthashit.”
Where Obi-Wan feels a little shell-shocked by the turn in conversation, Jango simply keeps that tiny smile — even if it looks bittersweet and self-deprecating now. “Your foundling has spent the last week talking me in circles about this, I almost think she’s as stubborn as you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I think,” Obi-Wan returns, sarcasm an automatic, subconscious response.
“I wouldn’t need to talk you in circles if you two just talked to each other.”
Shaking his head in bemusement, Obi-Wan gently fixes Ahsoka’s slika beads to lay properly around her montrals. “I’m afraid there’s quite a lot of history there, little one; most of which I’m sure Jango did not actually share with you.”
She wrinkles her nose. “No, he refuses to tell me anything except that you met on a mission. And that he saved your ass from Jabba the Hutt.”
Obi-Wan snaps his eyes to Jango, who looks absolutely anywhere but at him. “Is that how you remember it going, my dear?”
“Could we do this later?”
“Because if I recall correctly, and I do, this is not the first time you’ve lost your armor to a sarlacc.”
Jango looks to the ceiling for patience.
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Mando'a:
buir — “parent”, gender neutral
Mand’alor — “Sole ruler”, contended ruler of Mandalore.
edee — “teeth”, “jaws”, used here as an affectionate name for Ahsoka. because she teeth.
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The soulmate switch
This was requested by @xxamixisxx they requested either 5 or 6 for the soulmate prompts with whichever clone of my choosing. You didn't specify which list so I went with list 2 and prompt number 5 with my fav, Captain Rex. I hope that you like it.
You wake up feeling weird, you don't have any idea why. You know that you have to get up to help train the younglings in the Jedi temple. You reach out to the force, but find nothing, you internally panic. The force is gone! The force can't just disappear, something's wrong.
You sit up quickly and rub your eyes. When you open them you're even more surprised, this isn't your room. You look down at your body and gasp, this isn't your body!
You realize that you must be in the body of your soulmate, On a random day, soulmates switch bodies for the day. It's their one chance to give each other clues about one another.
It looks like today's your day, you look down at your soulmate's body. It's very muscular and skinny, with tan skin and scars. There's a pretty big one on his chest, your soulmate sleeps shirtless.
You look around and realize that you're in clone barracks, judging by the one other clone there. He has a goatee and a five tattoo on the corner of his forehead.
"Hey, you okay Rex." You shake your head at him, and he raises an eyebrow. So your soulmate's name is Rex, that's interesting to say the least.
"I'm not Rex." You wince at the sound of your voice, a man's voice. The clone looks at you and laughs.
"Ha, nice joke Captain." You sigh, this clone thinks that it's a practical joke.
"I'm not joking, it's a soulmate switch." The clones eyes go wide at that and he walks over to you.
"Wait, you're Rex's soulmate?" You nod and he sighs, you look at him and he smiles kindly at you. He holds his hand out to you
"Well, I'm Fives. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you, I didn't think about the soulmate switch at the moment." You take his hand and shake it, tossing him a small smile.
"It's fine, I understand. I couldn't really believe it myself. I'm Jedi Knight y/n l/n."
"Well it's very nice to meet you y/n. may I ask what my brother is probably getting up to in your place." Your eyes go wide at that, your soulmate, Rex is probably getting into some trouble with the Jedi.
"I'm a Jedi, I was supposed to be training younglings at the temple." You tell him, you hope that Rex is the kind of person to tell someone about your predicament instead of getting himself into trouble. Fives must see the worry look on your... Well Rex's face.
"Rex is smart enough to tell someone of your situation, we're on our way to Coruscant right now, I'm sorry to say that we won't get there until tomorrow." You smile and nod, you wonder how he's fairing at the temple. hopefully good, the council is usually good with soulmate switches.
You walk into the refresher quickly to awkwardly use the washroom, and when you're about to leave you finally see your soulmate's face in the mirror. He has pretty honey brown eyes and blond hair, you notice a little scar on his chin.
In your opinion he looks very handsome, but you can't wait to meet him. You walk back out and Fives show's you where Rex's blacks and armor are.
"You can get dressed, his armor is over here." You stand there and stare at his armor, you have no idea how to put it on.
"Umm, how am I supposed to..." Fives looks back at you and internally facepalm's.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't know how." After Fives awkwardly helps you find Rex's blacks and get his armor on, you're all ready to go. You notice how heavy his armor is, it ways on you and you wonder how he can wear this all day, every day.
You grab Rex's helmet and put it on, walking out of the barracks with Fives. You feel weird with all the clones around you, you can't wait to get back to the temple. Though if Rex messes with your lightsaber in any way he will get hurt, not just by the lightsaber.
Wearing a helmet is... Different. It's weird, knowing that you could make any funny or rude face's at people and they will never know.
"Hey Rex, how the heck did you sleep in so late, Vod!" You turn and see a trooper with a bald head and lines tattooed on his face and head.
"Uh." Fives puts a hand on your shoulder. You take Rex's helmet off
"This isn't Rex, Hardcase. It's his soulmate switch day." The Trooper, now known as Hardcase, looks between the two of you until a smile erupt's on his face.
"So this is Rex's soulmate. Hi, I'm Hardcase." Hardcase puts his hand out and you grab it, giving him a handshake.
"Hey Hardcase, it's nice to meet you too."
"This is so cool, what's it like being in someone else's body?" You look at him, he sounds excited, really excited.
"Uhh, really really weird. Especially since I'm usually a girl. And a Jedi."
"Ooh, that must suck. I wonder how Rex is doing in your body?" You chuckle, you can only guess what some of the Jedi younglings are doing to him. They always have fun during soulmate switch days, especially when the soulmate isn't a Jedi.
"Don't worry, the Jedi will take care of him." Hardcase nods, then dramatically facepalm's.
"I'm sorry, I never asked your name." You smile at him, you like both these trooper's.
"It's okay Hardcase, I'm Jedi Knight y/n l/n." Hardcase and Fives smile at you.
"You must be hungry y/n, you want to go to the mess and grab some food." Before you can answer your stomach grumbles loudly, and you feel the heat rise to your...er Rex's cheeks.
"Looks like I was right, come on. You too Hardcase." Fives grabs both of you by the arms and pulls you to the mess hall, there's not many troopers since you slept in but still a few.
You all grab your food and sit down across from two other clones, one has the Republic symbol on his forehead while the other has a shaved head with lightning, and a tattoo that says " a good droid is a dead one."
"Kix, Jesse! Meet Rex's soulmate, it's their switch day." Both the troopers look at you surprised, then offer you a kind smiling.
"Well, it's nice to meet a Vods soulmate. I'm Jesse, and that's Kix." Jesse says, as he points to the clone with the lightning tattoos.
"It's very nice to meet you Jesse, I'm Jedi Knight y/n l/n."
"Ooh, our brothers got a Jedi for a soulmate. That's awesome!" Jesse exclaims and you laugh as Kix elbows him in the side.
"Jesse, what does it matter if shes a Jedi." You laugh at them, taking a dip of your water as Jesse glares at Kix.
"Well, it doesn't matter. But it's still really cool, would you mind teaching us how to use a lightsaber?" Jesse asks you enthusiastic, and you almost spit out your water. You smile at him, and Fives Hardcase and Jesse all look excitedly at you.
"Maybe, if my soulmate says it okay." They lose there smiles after that and Jesse groans.
"Aww, Rex'll never say yes." You smile, at least your soulmate might be sensible. You all finish eating, leaving the mess Fives show's you around the ship which you know now is the Resolute.
You smile when you hear that, this is your best friend, Anakin's ship. You sigh when you realize that you're going to have to tell him what happened, he'll never let you live it down.
At least it's not as bad as his soulmate switch, he had to be Senator Amidala for the day, including having a Senate meeting. You laugh at the memory, Anakin and politics don't mix. At all.
You see Anakin when Fives takes you up to the bridge, Fives calls him over.
"General Skywalker!" Anakin turns, smiling as usual. You see his Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, at his side.
"Rex, Fives. Do you two need something." You sigh as Fives walks up beside you, putting a hand on Rex's shoulder.
"This isn't Rex, sir. This is..." You don't let him continue as you cross your arms.
"Hey Anakin, how are you." Anakin looks at you for about thirty seconds before you see realization dawn on his face.
"Wha... Y/n!" He bursts out laughing, he can't believe that you finally had your soulmate switch, and with his Captain.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Laugh it up wise guy." Anakin can hardly breathe, he's laughing so hard. Ahsoka is chuckling beside him.
"I'm sorry, y/n. But I just can't believe it, I never thought that Captain Rex would be your soulmate." You raise an eyebrow at him, he just won't quit.
"Sorry, I'm done. So Rex is on Coruscant right now, I wonder what he's doing?"
"So do I, I hope that he's not getting himself into any trouble." You tell Anakin, you're pretty sure he isn't. The council will take care of him, and so will all the other Jedi.
"You can hang with me and the troopers, it's to bad we won't get to Coruscant today." You shake your head, you think it'd be just too weird seeing your own body.
For the rest of the day you hang out with Anakin, getting to know Rex's brothers. You like them, they're very kind to you and they've told you all about Rex.
It's time to sleep now and you find it weird, sleeping in a room filled with men. Anakin offered you your own room, but you thought that Rex would feel better waking up to his brothers after being away from them.
You smile, thinking about meeting your soulmate. You can't wait, he sounds like such a brave person. You fall asleep, dreaming of your soulmate.
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You wake up, back in your own room. You look down and feel relief, your in your own body. You get up, finding your saber in a completely different place than you left it. You laugh, you wonder what your soulmate was doing with it. You get dressed and leave your room.
You see younglings running around the halls and you wave to them, they laugh and wave back. You can tell that they had played with Rex. You go about your day, hearing Jedi around you snickering about Rex.
You teach the younglings saber techniques, waiting for Rex to arrive so that the two of you can meet. You wonder if they might have run into trouble.
You feel your worry increase as it approaches evening, no sign of your soulmate anywhere. As you head to your room you wonder if something happened to them, or maybe your soulmate found that he didn't want to meet you. You feel tears prick your eyes of your soulmate not wanting you, you've always dreamed of meeting your soulmate and now it might not happen.
You get changed into your sleep clothes and lay in your bed, ready to turn in early when you hear a knock at your door. You stand up, figuring that it's a younglings who needs help or something. To your surprise you open the door to Rex, it's weird looking at him in this perspectives instead of a mirror.
"Hello, it's nice to actually meet you, miss y/n." You blink your eyes, trying to make sure that you aren't imagining him. He just stares at you.
"I... I'm sorry that I came so late." He chuckle's quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We had a little trouble with Separatists, but nothing we couldn't handle. You don't know how happy I am to finally meet you, the younglings told me so many nice things about you yesterday." You nod as he stares at you sweetly, you're so glad that he came.
"It's very nice to meet you too, Rex." He stares at you again, you can see that his eyes are filled with love for you. He walks up close to you and leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a quick kiss.
You grab his arm when he goes to pull away, bringing him back in for a breath taking kiss. You keep kissing him for about 30 seconds before you hear someone clear their throat. You turn around, and to your and Rex's horror, Grand Master Yoda is standing right behind you guys.
"Found your soulmate, I see. Get a room, you should." You look at him, feeling heat rise to your face in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry Master Yoda." Rex nods, agreeing with you. The poor guy has embarrassment radiating off him through the force.
"Sorry, General Yoda. It won't happen again, sir."
"Fine, it is. Happy for you and y/n, I am." You nod, you feel mortified that you were found making out by the grandmaster.
"Thanks Master Yoda." You grab Rex's arm and pull him into your room, hearing Master Yoda chuckling at you as you close the door. You can feel him amusement in the force. You turn to Rex.
"I'm so sorry that he found us, I should have pulled you into the room before." Rex chuckles, pulling you close and kissing your forehead.
"It's fine cyare, it's not as bad as what happened yesterday. Those younglings would be good at questioning people, they somehow got me to answer every question they asked." You laugh.
"They're like that sometimes, you get used to it." Rex nods, smiling at you and stroking your cheek.
"I love you." You raise an eyebrow at him.
"You don't even know me Rex, but I love you too." You don't tell him that you also love him already, but you will.
"I know, but I already feel so much love for you. I do want to get to know you though." You kiss his lips softly, giving him more of a sweet kiss.
"So do I Rex." You can't wait to get to know your soulmate, you already feel a deep love for him. You know that this is going to work out, and you can't wait to see what happens next.
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The adventures of Santal. Chapter 11. Santal, help out!
Believe in yourself, otherwise no one will believe in you.
A riddle! Santal, who has recently been studying at the Jedi Temple, saw for the first time a real lightsaber duel, as well as the former padawan of Master Yoda, Master Ian Dooku! Wanting to get acquainted, the girl, however, suffers because of the tension that has arisen between her and another youngster named Landa Selmura. Not knowing what to do, Santal decides to seek help from the grandmaster, but after receiving advice, something unexpected happens…
- Santal, just in case, I have nothing to do with it! It's not me! I don't know!
- Hush, calm down, what happened? Santal gently pulled the boy's hands away from her.
But Svante continued to tremble, folding his hands in a cross.
— I do not know how it happened! - the little Rodian continued to talk confusedly.
"You'd better show me," Santal interrupted. She was burning with impatience at what had happened.
- Let's run.
Svante took the girl to his room. It was, as Santal had expected, the same as hers. But there were minor differences. There was a plate with three jogans on it. On the left is a computer. The boy brought the daughter of the Jedi to him.
"I want to say right away that I'm not a computer hacker," Santal admitted.
And then I caught a slight sadness, although the expression of the face was not completely visible.
— Yes, and where did you get this device? - the girl continued. — We, the Younglings, like ... - and stopped. She didn't know if she was speaking correctly or not.
— It shouldn't be so personal. And that's the problem. One of the older ones lent it to me, and I screwed up. Here, " Svante pointed to the screen.
Santal looked carefully and did not understand. There were two tabs on the screen.
— And what's there? Santal asked, holding out her hand to the screen.
- You see, I was looking for information, and then I clicked somewhere. And so…
Santal, without thinking twice, moved her finger along the mouse and clicked on the first tab. The text appeared.
Svante opened his mouth slightly. And then he smiled, wanting to say something, but changed his mind.
- Hurrah! Thanks! And then I was scared, I thought that…
And Santal didn't know what to do. Laugh or swear. She thought something serious had happened. And here... oh, the Power!
The girl closed the second tab.
"Don't push that thing again," she advised. — I don't understand one thing. More precisely, two things. Why did you ask me for help, and not one of the older ones? And what were you shouting at first, I don't remember?
— I was just scared. Especially not my room, but that padawan's. That is... yes, that. Room. Sorry, I didn't say that… He allowed me to use it without leaving his room. And when I clicked, I didn't get my bearings, ran for help, stumbled upon you, and you sometimes sit in the library and know something about it. Probably. That's what I thought, " Svante finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. And before that, I was flexing my fingers and getting confused in words. - I think I've said everything.
"Okay, I'm going," Santal said, and after waiting for an approving nod, she ran to her room, feeling great comfort from her clansman.
However, she still had some thoughts left. But she brushed them off like an insect, because there was a more important task. Find Dooku.
The girl did not run fast, feeling as if after what had happened a minute ago, she herself felt a little easier.
But then she suddenly realized that she had forgotten where Dooku's room was with all this fuss. And almost immediately calmed down. Why would she be in a hurry? Anyway, the old master is not going anywhere. She can approach him tomorrow.
And the next day the girl safely forgot about it. And calmly continued to study.
So six months have passed since getting into the Temple. And then, one day, the daughter of the Jedi woke up and realized that she was turning four.
As soon as she jumped out of bed with a wide smile, she immediately collapsed. The girl remembered that she now lives in the Temple. My aunt, who is preparing a cake in the morning, is not around. She will not kiss her again in the morning, will not hug her. My uncle will not circle over my head. No. It won't happen again.
So Santal just got up without haste, got dressed and went out. A little sad. Because no one will congratulate her.
This day was a day off. No classes, so you can relax. Santal calmly wandered through the corridors. Finally, I found a mirror and looked at it, wanting to find out what had changed.
And there were no special changes. The girl has grown up a little, and that's all. In the face, consider, there are zero changes.
— So I became a year older, so I became a year older... - Yunling hummed to herself.
According to tradition, I wondered what my aunt, uncle and that uncle were doing. Do they think about it?
Suddenly, Nick came across her. The Twi'lek, seeing the clansman, made a sign to lekku, meaning a greeting. Santal understood, because before the unexpected departure, her aunt had managed to teach her how to say hello, say goodbye, and other simple things with the help of the movements of tchun and tchin.
So Santal understood the Lekku language and the Twi'lek language a little, but she wanted to go further, to master it perfectly.
- Hi, there.
- Hi, Nick.
- Wow, did you learn the word "hello"? Congratulations! Progress, " the boy laughed.
Santal also laughed, but deep down she was a little offended by the joke. She didn't like it for something. There was something about her.
- Don't be offended. I was just joking, " Nick somehow realized that Santal was unpleasant to hear.
Santal decided that Nick guessed because of her expression or just felt it with the help of the Force.
— Where are you going?
— I want to rest. I'll probably sit in the Hall of a Thousand Fountains. Or where the trees are. I like quiet places.
- All right. I'm going to see a friend. He's making something again — " Nick went on his way.
And Santal is his own. Even though she said where she was going, she was still bored. She even thought, maybe she should have told about her birthday? Or not?
As a result, the girl, after sitting in the Fountain Hall, went to the garden. I sat down under a tree, thinking about everything.
- "Today is my birthday. 4 years old. But for some reason, I'm a little sad. Why? Maybe because this is my first birthday not at home, but at the Jedi Temple. I wonder if the Jedi celebrate their birthdays? I hope so. And it's not interesting to live without such an important holiday. After all, on this day you realize that you have become a year older, more mature. Another year has passed. And if there is no birthday, then the years fly by unnoticed. You don't have time to keep up."
The girl sighed and began to think further.
- "What are others doing now? Yes, I'm thinking about them again. Because there is not much to think about. My aunt probably forgot me by refusing. My uncle, I think, remembers me. And the guy with the hat? I wonder if he thinks about me? Although, on the other hand, why should he even think about me? Well, he lost me. And at first, most likely, he was looking for it. Then, maybe, he waved his hand. And I understand him. I would also give up pointless searches. We are nothing to each other."
Santal sat for a while longer, looked around and went back. She didn't know what to do, so she decided to read something.
However, the girl did not suspect that today she is not the only one who is overcome by anxiety for some unknown reason.
***
Dooku was sitting in his room and meditating. His face was absolutely calm and serene, as befits the face of any Jedi. But it was fake. In fact, the old Jedi was a little worried. He had a premonition that something would happen soon. Fortunately or not, it is unknown. Moreover, the excitement appeared exactly after the demonstrative duel. But Dooku couldn't figure out what exactly was bothering him.
***
Barriss Offee was sitting quietly in the library, her head modestly bent over some text. Although she had not been a youngling for so long, even more than Santal, she already dreamed of the times when she would become a padawan, and then a knight. It is obvious that her teacher is most likely to be mirialanka. This is the tradition. Created in order for the teacher to pass on the experience to the student.
The girl also imagined how she would travel, discover something new, unknown. It will open a previously unexplored planet, a civilization. This is one of the main reasons why she wanted to be a Jedi. She also planned to spend her evenings studying ancient texts. From her point of view, this is a very exciting activity.
Perhaps she will do this together with Santal. And what? She liked this girl with her thirst for knowledge. He likes to read, so there will be something to talk about.
But with a lightsaber, things were bad. The young mirialanka could not even hold a sword properly. But maybe someone will help. Two days ago, she still didn't think, but now it seems to her that a couple of additional lessons still wouldn't hurt. Mara also said that he would like her to be a little more cheerful, smile more often, laugh. Well, Offi tried to behave like that. It's not working out very well.
In the meantime, she will allow you to help with the sword. Here Tutso Mara volunteered.
***
Santal still plucked up the courage and told her fellow clansmen about her birthday. After much thought, I finally decided that there would be no harm to her from disclosing this information.
Almost everyone reacted, as the Jedi daughter expected, with a smile. They started congratulating me.
— Why didn't you tell us?" - Max was "offended".
And Santal didn't answer. She wanted to laugh. And she didn't care that she didn't receive any gifts that day. The main thing is the attention that was given to her. The members of the clan showed that they care about her.
Until the evening, the children had fun, chatted about various things. Santal mostly just listened.
The next morning at breakfast, Santal had an idea. Write letters and make peace with Landa. The second did not work out, because they did not meet in the dining room somehow. Apparently, it so happened that one of them came earlier. Maybe they were separated for a split second or something else.
Well, nothing. She will meet with Landa in the classroom. He will have time. Yes, and she will have time to write letters. Namely, my aunt and uncle. She knows the address. And even if they don't read, it will at least make it easier for her.
And she will also write a letter to that uncle. The only bad thing is that she doesn't know his name and address where he lives. But she will write anyway, and then she will find someone who will pass it on. The main thing is to write.
And now in the evening Santal was coming from class, wanting to retire to her room and start writing. I left the classroom, decided to go to the library, but decided to take a longer path.
Santal still studied the corridors of the Temple and other nearby places at her leisure, even though she had lived in it for quite a long time. Just because she was interested in it. It is interesting to walk in such a peculiar maze. It's always so exciting to go back and forth, right and left and guess where the exit is, where the road will lead you.
So, Santal Sabura was distracted by the windows before entering the library. Or rather, the views that open from them.
Almost all Younglings did not know life outside the Temple until they became padawans. But not Santal. She, by virtue of the circumstances, saw the world, at least a little. I managed to visit other planets. I saw houses, and sand, and the sea, and grass, and trees. That's why she was so attracted to the windows of the Temple, showing life on Coruscant. Cars flying at great speed. Houses, lights.
On this planet, urban "Coruscant" life reigned around the clock. Santal had already taken a bite out of it. And, of course, she wanted more. Last time, she definitely looked at a couple of levels. This is great, but I would like to see the whole city. All levels. From top to bottom.
Having seen enough, Santal still forced herself to tear herself away from the window and continue her way to the library, or at least to her room. She turned her head to the left and stopped dead.
Master Dooku was standing by the window, apparently also admiring the view. Santal was surprised and delighted. Plus, it felt like going to the toilet downstairs. The girl did not believe her luck. She kept putting off meeting this Jedi, and then he met her himself. Unbelievable! There are coincidences!
Santal froze, afraid to move. She knew that such a chance could not be missed, and therefore she did not want to make a mistake terribly. It is very important for her now to think about where to start a conversation. It would be easier if everything depended on her, but no. Her interlocutor will be a man much older than her, and therefore smarter. His questions also determine which way the dialogue will turn.
It seemed to the girl that a lot of time had passed, and she was already beginning to be afraid. She already wanted to take the first step, giving out a banality in the form of a simple greeting. It was too simple, but it couldn't be better, and she felt that there wasn't much time left. Santal didn't care anymore, as long as she didn't keep silent.
"Hello," she said softly, but so that she could hear herself clearly.
The man turned and looked at her. Santal was already at the limit, because the master's gaze was strict and serious. But calm, without malice.
***
Dooku, in search of a source of excitement, decided to air out and take a walk, at the same time observing what was happening outside the Temple windows. At such moments, he always remembered his home planet Serenno. His parents, his sister. They have all been gone for a long time, but Yan Dooku still remembered them.
The man perfectly remembered how his sister gave him a comlink to communicate. He remembered coming to his mother's funeral, where his father yelled at him and even beat him.
All this was already a long time in the past. It's time to forget and move on. That's what Jedi usually do. And Dooku did the same. But still, sometimes I was nostalgic for the past.
After wandering for about half an hour, Dooku decided to make a stop at one of the windows, and after a while he suddenly realized that he might now find the source of excitement. It began to seem to him that there was someone nearby, and this someone was either afraid to take the first step,or waiting for him to start.
After waiting for quite a long time, Dooku got tired of this, and he decided to look at the one who is next to him. I turned my head to the right and saw...
A little human girl. Ordinary appearance. Nothing special. But what really caught my eye was that the girl, although frightened, did not lower her head, but continued to look. Amazing.
***
"Yunling, what are you doing here so late?" The master asked the girl sternly.
Santal was even more scared because she intuitively understood that the further conversation depends on what she will say. My tongue was numb.
- I was ... going to my room. But first I wanted to go to the library, take it to read, - it seemed to Santal as if someone was speaking for her with her mouth. And she was even grateful for it. The necessary words
pop up by themselves.
- I see, - Dooku turned around and went to the left side.
And Santal stood confused, not knowing what to do - to rush after her, not knowing what else to say (and she really did not know and did not understand), or to go where she originally intended.
While she was thinking, the master had managed to get far away. Santal wanted to catch up, but thought: what will she say to him at all? Just facts and compliments. This begs the question: and what?
- You fought so hard.... It was so... Great... I heard that you were a student of Yoda himself... Santal suddenly uttered aloud in one breath.
- Thank you, - Dooku heard even at this distance, turned around and walked on.
Santal, feeling a little relieved, quickly ran to the library and went to her room.
And after some time, the Santal clan received a real surprise. When the children entered the classroom, Master Yoda was already waiting for them.
- Max, hand out the swords. They are in the drawer on the left.
Everyone was shocked. They finally began to be trained to wield a lightsaber! And Max asked, worried:
- Are they real?
The other Younglings laughed. Yoda giggled.
- We will study the training ones. So that you don't get hurt, but learn the basics.
We started with the simplest movements. And the first discovery that the daughter of the Jedi made was that only the hilt of the sword has weight. Because of this, there were difficulties when performing exercises. Without feeling the blade, you can turn it in the wrong place and burn it-fortunately, not so much.
Anyway, the first impression is always unforgettable. Santal was sure that even if many years passed, she would still not forget how she first took a lightsaber. Let it be a training one. It's simple.... I can't put it into words. The daughter of the Jedi was sure: instead of choosing the right words, you should just let her hold this beautiful thing, the symbol of the Order, in her hand. Only then will it become clear what sensations are entering the brain at this moment. How an unprecedented feeling spreads through the whole body in different streams.
Another good news for the girl was that Yoda will teach. The one she respected the most. She even came up with a nickname for him - the Wisest.
"You should always rely on your feelings in everything," the grand master said, and Santal tried to absorb every word like a sponge.
Throughout the training, the girl stood up in different poses, then in one position she held a small sword, then in another. And so far it has worked out well. Everyone has.
It is not surprising, because so far, being younglings, children were taught only the First, the easiest, form of combat.
But then, as it should be in such cases, it became more difficult. One day, Yoda announced at the beginning of the lesson that the lessons would change. Now the younglings will learn to perform slightly more complex acrobatic tricks with somersaults, jumps, and so on. Of course, they have done this before, but from now on it will be a little more difficult. Plus, a sword is added. Not just training different stands and swings, standing firmly on your feet - now the type of exercise "sword plus acrobatics" is added. For example, you will need to jump up and make some movement with a training sword.
That's when Santal started having big problems. The old fear returned. She was afraid of tumbling, jumping or anything else before, because she was afraid of falling, of getting a fracture. I didn't want to disfigure myself. I was afraid of damage forever.
Although such serious injuries had never happened to the girl, she still did not want to experience such sensations on herself. That's why I was afraid. Each time losing faith in their own strength.
It is very strange that most of her fellow clansmen did not experience such problems. They calmly did what they said, without fear of consequences. Especially Max. Santal immediately realized: let him go, he will only be engaged in physical training all the time.
But they were also timid, like her. Svante was afraid, but he tried to do it. Justin was careful, but he tried anyway.
One day Santal got tired of all this. I thought, others are not afraid, they do it somehow. And what about her? Like it's worse than the others? As a result, at the next lesson, I was so brave that I tried. Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful.
The girl was hurt - not much, of course, but it was still a shame. Especially when the others laughed softly. Barely able to wait until the end of classes, Santal ran out of the room unnoticed, carefully watching the fellow clansmen and the master. Fortunately, no one stopped her. Although the girl still thought that Yoda knew everything, but decided to keep silent. Probably, everything was already clear, so there is no need to ask. It is written on the forehead, simply put. Moreover, everything was happening in front of everyone.
Fortunately, it was the end of the school day, and the daughter of the Jedi could safely look for a place to cry. But wherever she went, there was either at least someone everywhere, or there was just the certainty that someone would appear later. Santal could not imagine any completely secluded places. And suddenly I remembered. The map! We need to look at it more closely.
After a few minutes, carefully studying every detail, the girl found the perfect place. Ventilation! But how to get into it there? There was a ventilation vent in her room, but to get there, you need to jump high, which Santal was afraid to do, and did not know how.
I had to look elsewhere. Finally, the Jedi daughter found a place where the passage to the ventilation system opens low, so that she could push the hatch back there, climb in and close it again.
At that moment, Santal realized that the desire to cry had decreased a little, but the desire to hide deep inside had not. So it took a long time before the girl got tired. She walked for a very long time through the newly opened new maze. I went through a lot of turns, a couple of times I found abysses with giant fans and ran away in fear, because I was afraid of heights, until I found the perfect dead end, sat down in a corner. There, Santal Sabura finally gave way to tears.
***
"It looks like I'll have to accept it, although I don't want to. I hope Nobi is right, and Santal is fine, studying and all that. He lives in excellent conditions. Oh, why did I say that?! Oh, if only everything could be turned back. I wouldn't be in such a hurry. Maybe I had a chance to convince him to come back, and I missed it. Although our niece has never lived on her own before, Nobi believes that she adapts quickly. And we will think about her all the time while she is studying.
But I'm sure she'll forget about us. We took care of her, and she will forget. And when Santal grows up, she will suddenly remember, most likely, and will come to our common grave. Because by this time we will die of loneliness and not being needed by anyone. How are we going to live now? For what? How are we without you-eh?"
Elina Sabura gave way to tears, and then went to prepare the table. That evening, for the umpteenth time, the table was set rather sparsely. Just two plates and two glasses. The wonderful niece of Elina and Nobi did not have lunch with them anymore.
***
Shrinking into a ball and being very upset not only because of today, but also because she was in such a situation because of that kidnapper, Santal did not immediately notice the presence of another Jedi.
- Hi there. What happened? Why are you crying?
The daughter of the Jedi really did not want to show a tear-stained face, because she did not even move her ear. However, the young guy, as she understood from his voice, had his own opinion on this matter. Suddenly, the girl felt a hand on her shoulder. It was impossible not to turn around here.
Santal turned around. Very close to her, to her right, sat a really young guy with brown hair and gray-blue eyes. The look is very attentive and sympathetic. In other words, he is filled with a desire to take part in someone else's trouble.
- What's your name? the girl asked, sobbing.
"I'm a trainee padawan. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.
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We Have A Jedi [19] | Peter Parker x Male Reader
Fandom: Star Wars, Marvel
Pairing: Peter Parker x Male Reader, Tony Stark x Son Reader
Summary: Civil War has passed and the avengers are divided. (M/N) has been going to school and homecoming is coming up.
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“So Ned, what IS homecoming exactly?”
Ned looked up at (M/N) like he had just asked a crazy question. “What is? What!? How do you not know what homecoming is?” (M/N) shrugged. “I didn’t have homecoming where I came from. What is it? It must be big for something for how you reacted.” Recently (M/N) had noticed the many posters decorating the walls, all announcing Homecoming. Students all around him were also talking about it, but he wasn’t sure what it was.
“Well, it’s a major dance. Not as big as Prom but it’s still big. Normally people ask to go with someone that’s important to them.” (M/N) listened to Ned talk about Homecoming but got a smile as Ned talked about asking someone important. “So, Should I ask Peter then?” At that Ned choked on his drink. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Ned cleared his throat while shaking his head furiously. “No. No. You’re good. I mean people usually ask someone that’s important to them and who they like. Ya know?” (M/N) nodded in understanding. “So I should ask Peter then?” Ned continued to stare at him. “Wait? You like Peter? Oh that’s so great! You’d make the perfect couple. You should ask him!”
Honestly (M/N) hadn’t even thought about it, but it made sense. Ever since he had first met Peter he had grown attached to him. Ever since leaving the jedi and being around Peter more, that bond only grew stronger. While the jedi were against attachments, he was no longer part of the order. He could have a future with Peter...if both of them wanted it.
“I should?”
“Yes! I have a feeling he might feel the same.” That made (M/N) smirk.
Speaking of Peter, the boy of the hour arrived just then. (M/N) decided not to ask him just yet, seeing as it’s probably a big deal to do so. “Hey guys!” he sat down and (M/N) smiled at him. “Hey Peter, how was the decathlon trip? I heard Spiderman made an appearance.” (M/N) said smirking at Peter. He had heard all about the mess Peter had gotten himself into at the washington monument and made sure Peter knew it too. The boy in question blushed and picked at his food. “It was fine...I ended up fighting someone. Part of the group dealing the weapons.” At that (M/N) got interested, Ned who was listening went wide eyed and looked at the other two boys. “Wait! Wait he knows?” He whispered and shouted at the two. Peter and (M/N) nodded at the gobsmacked boy. “Yeah, he found out a long time ago.” (M/N) nodded and wrapped his arm around Peter. “Yep. And I’ve been helping him look for whoever these people are.”
Before anything else can happen the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. “Well won’t you look at that, saved by the bell.” The three boys gathered their things and left the school. “Sorry guys, I have to go. I have-things to do.” Ned really REALLY tried with that excuse. He gave a wink at (M/N) and ran off to the bus. “That was weird. Never seen him leave so fast, especially after all that.” Peter said, causing (M/N) to laugh. “Yeah...I have a feeling he’s gonna find out about me being force sensitive soon...that or being the son of you know who.” Peter nodded.
A car honked and they saw Happy waiting for the Stark boy. “I have to go. You coming over later?” He asked the other boy. “Nah. I have something I have to do. See you later (M/N).” With that Peter went off to the bus and (M/N) really debated going after him to ask him to homecoming. He decided no again, maybe his dad could help him figure out a way to ask.
He opened the passenger door and sat inside. “Hey Happs. Is dad back from his trip yet?” The man smirked and nodded. “Yep, got in literally right after you got to school. He’s waiting for you at home.” (M/N) couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, he had missed his dad when he was away. “Do you think getting away helped?” After everything that happened during the civil war, Tony really began thinking over things more clearly and everyone leaving really began affecting him. (M/N) and Happy could see it, so could Rhodey and Pepper. The man’s smirk didn’t fade, that was a good sign. “I think so. He seemed to be doing better.” (M/N) would see when he got home.
The drive had gone by rather quietly after that. Neither needing to say anything. Returning to the compound (M/N) quickly threw his bag into his room. Bweep bwoop! The boy turned to his friend. “Hey T3. My dad in the lab?” Bwoop Bweep. “Thanks buddy. I’m going to go say hi.” He made his way to the lab and heard the music blaring, a good sign of his dad being there. Entering the lab and saw his dad working on something at his work table. He smiled as he saw his son walk in. “Well look who’s home! How was school buddy?” (M/N) quickly gave his dad a long hug. “It was school. Now how are you? Was the trip good? I missed you.”
Tony laughed and pulled back to look at this son. “Trip was good, glad to be back though I miss you too. So how’s our spider boy? I had to save his ass during my trip.” Tony tried saying that like he was annoyed but the small smile about to break said otherwise. “I heard about that. Anyways...I was going to ask you something actually.” Tony looked at his son curiously before moving back to what he was working on. “Oh and what is that my young ‘padawan’?”
(M/N) shook a bit, he hated when his dad called him that. Even with that nickname, he was glad to see his father somewhat returned to normal, he had been a bit of a wreck with Steve leaving. You know, the fallout of a lover’s spat. “I told you never to call me that. Anyways...so homecomings coming up and I wasn’t sure what that was so Ned told me about it. Apparently people ask who they like to this thing and-” Before he was able to finish Tony interrupted him. “And you want to ask someone you like to the dance? Oh my god my baby boy finally has his first crush. Who is it? is she pretty?”
(M/N) shook his head. “Actually I was thinking of asking Peter.” That was all he said, he figured that was all he had to say. Tony seemed a bit surprised but smiled and nodded. “Good. He’s a good boy. I didn’t know you swung that way kiddo.” (M/N) was confused by that, he hadn’t heard that before. “What do you mean? Swing what way?”
“Oh you know...that you like guys.”
“I mean...in the Jedi we weren’t supposed to like anyone other than platonically. Even then we couldn’t really have any sort of attachment. Is...liking someone of the same sex wrong here?”
Tony hesitated a bit but nodded. “A bit. It’s getting better, but there’s still lots of problems. Just know that I’m Bi myself and still love and support you no matter what.” Tony made sure to say that. He never told Howard since he knew it wouldn’t go over well and didn’t want his son to feel the same.
“Huh. That’s so strange.” Seeing how his dad looked confused by that statement he continued. “Well, I’ve travelled the galaxy and it’s a large place. There’s no set binary limit to sexuality or gender really, it’s a spectrum...a rather large spectrum. I haven’t really encountered any planets where this has been a problem.”
Tony let out an oh and nodded in understanding. “I get it. Isn’t that nice. It’s nice to know that the rest of the galaxy seems to have it’s shit together and not stuck in the past like us. Anyways, yes I approve of you asking Peter out and I’m guessing you need pointers from your old man to help ask him out?” (M/N) nodded. “Not to worry, I’ve asked out a couple guys in the past. I can help you.”
(M/N) wanted to make a comment about how he should have done that to Steve but resisted seeing as it wasn’t the best time for it. “Hit me with what you got old man.” He laughed at the face Tony made. Tony was about to start his lesson on how to get Peter when Friday spoke up. “Sorry to interrupt sir but you might want to see this.” At that moment a video of a ferry being cut in half was shown. “Spiderman has been sighted on the ferry sir.”
“Shit.” Both of them said in unison. Tony quickly got up and got to his suit. “Friday deploy my drones to help keep that thing floating. (M/N) sorry to cut this short but I have to go save your boyfriend. Stay here and think of ways to ask him out...if I don’t tell him first.” He immediately left after saying that.
“Dad!” But he was already gone. With that he went back to his room to watch whatever came next with T3.
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So…(M/N) was a nervous wreck. He had figured out a way to ask Peter to homecoming. FINALLY! He was nervous one, because he was asking him out and two, his dad took away Peter’s suit. He was really nervous that Peter would hate him. Who was he kidding, it was Peter. Peter, the boy he met when he came to earth, Peter who easily let him into his life and was curious about his own. Peter the boy who had stolen his heart. Peter wouldn’t hate him.
“(M/N)! Hey (M/N) wait up!” Ned. (M/N) watch as the boy ran up to him. “So! Did you do it? Did you ask peter to homecoming?” The young Stark shook his head. “No. Not yet at least. I wanted to do something special to ask him so…” He pulled out a necklace with crystal on it. “I was going to give him this and ask him. This necklace is special to me and figured it would mean a lot to him.” Ned’s eyes widened and he smiled. “(M/N) that’s perfect! Also I think that necklace is so cool. Is that a real crystal? Where’d you get-”
“Guys!” Peter came running over and (M/N) quickly hid the crystal. “Oh Peter! I’m glad to see you. I wanted to ask you a question.” Before he continued on Peter stopped him. “Okay but real fast you’ll never guess what happened. I’m going to homecoming with Liz!” It was like everything just stopped. Ned got really excited but then suddenly looked at (M/N). Ever the friend (M/N) had a smile on his face. “That’s great Peter. I’m glad to hear it.”
“Oh! What’d you want to ask me (M/N)?”
“It’s nothing. I forgot about it anyways.”
“Oh...okay. Well-”
“Sorry, I have to go. Emergency came up.” (M/N) didn’t wait for anyone to respond. He turned and walked out of the school. He didn’t ask Happy or Tony to come for him, he just...walked. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he was. He had spent his entire life not caring about romance or petty crushes but for some reason, Peter Parker was breaking his heart.
He found himself standing in the penthouse of Stark tower looking over the city. He wasn’t sure what brought him there but it’s where he found himself. He got so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the sun getting lower, not until his dad’s voice reached his ears. “You okay bud? You skipped some classes today and are now here...I’m guessing asking didn’t work out?”
(M/N) shook his head, not tearing his eyes away from the city's skyline. “I’m not going.” Tony came and sat down next to him. “That’s okay kid. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Besides, there’s always Prom.” Tony seemed to be thinking of something. “Say, since you’re not doing homecoming would you mind helping Happy move this stuff to the compound? We’re kind of...selling the tower.” (M/N) had known about it from rumors but wasn’t sure. He was going to miss this place. He nodded. “Yeah I can do that.” Tony wrapped his arm around him and brought him closer. “That’s my boy.”
The two stayed like that until the sun went down.
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“No that one goes over there!”
(M/N) watched as Happy shouted out to the movers where everything went. The move from the tower to the compound was coming to an end and it wouldn’t be long before the plane was in the air. It wasn’t long before Happy had received a phone call, (M/N) couldn’t tell who it was from here but Happy didn’t seem pleased. It wasn’t long before the man finished the call and continued on.
“Who was that?”
Happy didn’t even look away. “Peter. No no that goes there!”
(M/N) was curious as to why Peter was calling Happy. “What was he calling for? Is he in trouble?”
“I don’t know. He said something about someone coming after the plane.” That DID catch his attention. More than likely it was whoever was selling the weapons. “Perhaps we should listen to him. Or at least ramp up security and protect the shipment you know?”
Happy stopped and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey relax kid. It’s gonna be okay, we've made sure to take safety precautions.” (M/N) loved Happy, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. “I think I should go with it. It’s just heading back to the compound anyways. I’ll be another defense.” Happy wanted to fight back but (M/N) was already heading to the plane. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
It wasn’t long before the last of everything was packed and the plane took off, with an added passenger. Looking through the boxes, (M/N) found himself some weapons to help him in case it was needed. He’d remember to thank Natasha for daggers later. Sitting down he began to meditate, if anything went wrong he’d know about it. As if on queue, he felt that disturbance.
Standing up he following his instinct and saw a man. “Hot dog.” The man began walking to the box that held the arc reactors. “I’m sorry.” The man turned to him. “That doesn’t belong to you and you’re in a restricted area. Stand down.”
“And who are you? Another Stark bodyguard?”
“One last time. Stand down.”
The man let out a laugh but that was soon cut off as an alarm went off and a camera feed popped up showing Peter on the plane in his old suit. The man let out a scream of anger and (M/N) took the opportunity using the force to push him against the wall. He hoped it would knock him out but the man quickly got up. “Always the freaks.” The man jumped out of the hole he had arrived and and (M/N) watched the screen as the man, the vulture, went after Peter. “Not good.”
(M/N) felt as the vultures' wings pierced the plane. It was going to go down, no matter what. (M/N) quickly put on his dad’s older helmet and gauntlets. If the ship was going down he wasn’t going down with it. The alarms were blaring louder and (M/N) could feel through the force it wouldn’t be long before the ship went down.
With another pierce the plane began ripping apart and (M/N) was quickly sucked out. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” He felt as the air rushed past him and it took him a second to focus. He saw as the plane, vulture and Peter all fell closer to the ground. He had to quickly figure out how to use his dad’s tech if he didn’t want to hit the ground hard. Luckily, his dad’s early tech wasn’t THAT difficult to figure out to him and he was soon flying. “Oh man...that was close.” He watched as the plane hit the ground on a beach and broke apart. “Peter!”
(M/N) flew down to the beach and saw Peter laying on the ground. “Peter! Oh god wake up!” He shook the boy who quickly woke up. “Woah! What happened? (M/N)? What are you doing? What are you wearing?” He helped him to his feet and just as quickly as he got him up, both boys were knocked down by Vulture.
“Hey Pedro.” The man launched at them and Peter dogged out of the way but (M/N) didn’t. Instead he lifted his arms and used the force to push the man back. Using the force he gripped the man and began pulling his wings apart, making sure to separate him from his weapon. The man was able to flap his wings once more and it sent (M/N) flying backwards.
The man’s wings began sparking and he tried to grab a crate to escape. Peter quickly webbed him. “Time to go home Pete!” The man tried escaping but Peter held his grip. “I’m trying to save you!” And just like that the wings gave up and the man went flying back into an explosion. Peter quickly followed after him. (M/N) watched as Peter came back carrying him. “(M/N)! Help me web him up. He’s going to prison.” (M/N) quickly helped Peter tie up the man and crates before skidadling before the authorities arrived. They did make sure to leave a note though.
From atop the rollercoaster Peter and (M/N) watched as Happy and the rest of the security crew came to the scene. “Well...is THIS what homecoming is like every year?” (M/N) looked and Peter and the boy laughed. “No. No, it’s never...THIS.” He motioned to the wreck with his hands. (M/N) let out his own laugh. “I’m glad you’re okay Pete. I told dad he should have given your suit back.” Peter only shook his head. “It’s not your fault (M/N), or Mr.Stark’s. But I couldn’t just stand by and LOOK we caught him! They’ll get the others for sure.”
(M/N) smiled as he looked at Peter who seemed content. Peter moved his head and their eyes connected. In that moment it was like the whole galaxy froze and it was just the two of them. (M/N) felt as if a spark happened between them and he wasn’t sure what caused it but the next thing he knew he was moving and pressed his lips to Peters. Peter seemed surprised at first but didn’t push away, in fact, he pushed deeper into it.
It wasn’t long before (M/N) pulled back but pressed his forehead against Peter’s. “That was nice.” He said. Peter was smiling so wide. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said. “You remember that question I was going to ask a couple days ago?” (M/N) asked to the boy who nodded. He pulled out the necklace that he was wearing. “I was going to give this to you. Then I was going to ask you to homecoming. So now I ask…” He handed him the necklace. “Peter, will you go out with me?” (M/N) could have sworn he saw tears build in Peter’s eyes. “Yes. (M/N) I’d love to!” The two kissed again.
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“So what exactly am I doing here and is that a droid?”
(M/N) led Peter through the compound. Happy following behind them with T3. “You’ll see and yes that’s T3. You’ll meet later.” Bwoop! Soon the four met up with Tony. “Ah there’s my favorite teens! Come on let’s go.” Tony led them down the hall further. “So Pete we’re going to have a father-son’s boyfriend talk a bit later alright. But for now we’re here for this.”
Tony waved his hand and a cabinet opened showing a new and improved Spiderman suit. “You said you wanted to be an avenger. Now you are.” (M/N) smiled at Peter but that was because he knew what his boyfriend was going to do. And just like that, Peter remained the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
That still didn’t get him out of that father-son’s boyfriend talk.
…
“The time has come. My plan has been set in motion and my forces are on the move.”
“At last. I’ve grown tired of waiting.”
“You’ll have to wait a bit longer, I have another mission for you. Find him...and bring me his head.”
“Yes...my master.”
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A/N: Tick. Tick. Tick. Time is ticking down until infinity war and endgame and it’s going to be INSANE! I hope you’re excited!
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in sickness and health
pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader
summary: Confined to a day in bed, Obi-Wan is enlisted to keep you company. Featuring mild spoonfeeding I make no apologies
a/n: First off, THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! WOW oh my goodness that happened so fast. I’m still working through the prompts from my 175/200 follower celebration (of which this is a part of), and I can’t wait to figure out a way to celebrate this milestone as well! I’m so grateful to all of the support and love I’ve gotten so far; your kindness and readership means the world to me, and I’m so glad to share my stories with you :-) Without any further ado, here is the return of Padawan!Obi....and if you’d like to join his fanclub, might I direct you to my co-president @highlycommendable lovely dove
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On his way back to the dormitories after an early morning meditation session, Obi-Wan hears arguing.
Though it’s not uncommon to hear discord in the wing of the temple where the Padawans make their residence, it isn’t the usual ruckus of Quin and Kit wrestling, or Shaak Ti demanding to know who had taken her Akul-tooth headdress again.
This time, it’s the voice of a Master filling the halls, berating his student with fond persistence.
“Padawan, my word is final.” Obi-Wan turns the corner as Plo Koon raises a talon at a figure huddled in blankets in the doorway. “You are too ill to travel.”
“But I’m almost better! And Shaak’s told me so much about the Togruta, and I want to see how big of an Akul she’s killed!” He recognizes the protests coming from your distinct yet muddled voice, and his vision confirms his guess as you come into sight, fabric draping across your body like a spirit. “I promise I’m fine, Master, please!”
Despite his mouth being completely covered by his breathing mask, Obi-Wan can almost detect the makings of a smile across the Jedi’s features. “The healers were adamant, my student. You’re to rest one more day. Perhaps, instead of stories of Akul, you can detail our sightings of the neebray mantas to your peers. I assure you, they are much bigger than any Akul you hope to see.” Abruptly, he turns to Obi-Wan in a way that makes him think the Master had sensed his presence long before he’d approached. “Padawan Kenobi, if you’re not terribly occupied, I have a favor to ask of you.”
Obi-Wan comes to a stop in front of the pair of you, your eyes dragging to his frame after shooting a disgruntled glance at your Master. “Master Koon?”
“I’m set to depart for Shili within the hour, and unfortunately, this one,” he gestures a robe-covered hand towards you, “is recovering from a mild case of Balmorra Flu and will be unable to accompany me. I would appreciate it immensely if you’d monitor my student to ensure that she does, in fact, fulfill her last day of bed rest.” Obi-Wan notices as you bristle at the notion of being babysat like a child, but says nothing as Plo continues. “The healers have been kind enough to deliver medicine and food. You’d need only to stay within the room.” Before Obi-Wan can reply that he’d have to seek the approval of his own Master, Koon finishes for him. “I’d be happy to request an excuse from the rest of your duties, but if I’m being quite honest, I’m aware that most of your training for the day has already been completed.”
Obi-Wan schools his own features in haste from revealing how impressed he is. Though, he really shouldn’t be surprised. Plo Koon was legendary amongst the younger generations for both his intuition and skill with a lightsaber. Still, he pauses.
“There’s no cause for worry, young one, she’s not contagious any longer. The sickness is in its last stages.” The Kel Dor assures him, somewhat humorously, but that’s not why Obi-Wan is hesitating.
He’s nervous — he’s never spent much time alone with you. It’s not that you’re unlikable, or intimidating — okay, maybe you are a little — but actually, you’re quite popular with the rest of his crèchemates. He’s only had the opportunity to spend time with you in the midst of his other friends, and the times you have had conversations by yourselves, he gets an uncomfortable twist in his stomach that he’s not sure he likes.
But Obi-Wan is a good Padawan. Trying to be, at least. And Master Koon is close friends with Qui-Gon.
“Certainly, Master.” He gives a slight bow at the middle of his waist. “I would gladly be of service.”
The Jedi nods at him gracefully, and bids a soft farewell to you as he departs the conversation and the dormitory wing. You mutter a goodbye of your own moments after, followed by what Obi-Wan thinks is a variation of be safe. Then, you turn haughtily into your bedroom, retreating with your nose high in the air. He follows with a smirk of amusement.
“Sorry you’ve been sidelined.” He offers, as you face plant dramatically onto the bed. You bounce head-first into the pillows, and he can feel the irritation radiating off of you. “I know it that goes.”
You lift your body enough to place your chin in your hands, and regard him with a softening quirk. ���It’s okay. I was just excited to get out on a mission again after my last one got cut short. This wretched flu.”
You flop onto your back, but Obi-Wan can sense your resentment quickly fading as you pull up the sheets to your chest. He notes that you already seem to be complying with your Master’s orders, grateful at the thought of not having to force you into bed. Another thought passes through his head, reminding him of the specific name Plo Koon had mentioned earlier.
“Balmorra flu? Weren’t you on Dantooine?”
“We were. Unfortunately, the illness is not limited to the planet for which it is named. But how it made its way to Dantooine, the middle of nowhere, I’ve no idea.” You sniff harshly. “It’s a shame, too. I wanted to take some time to admire the grasslands, but Master Koon wanted to get us back to the temple before I got worse.” The pout on your face morphs into a far-off look, and while you’re daydreaming, he takes the time to admire you. “It was majestic, Obi-Wan, the rolling plains, the rivers — you’d have loved it, I think.”
To himself, he smiles warmly. Here you are, sinuses stuffed to the brim and wallowing in the discomfort of sickness, yet you still found it within yourself to think of him. He can see why you’d been spoken so highly of by the others before he’d had the courage to befriend you.
You had a good heart.
“I know what you mean.” He presents you with a new tissue as you toss a used one into the wastebasket by your bed, and you watch him speak intently. “Once, on a mission to Alderaan, my Master told me he’d save time to hike one of the mountains if we finished early. A meditation retreat, of sorts. We did, but just as we were prepared to go, I came down with nerf-pox. A youngling sneezed on me in the middle of the assignment.” Disdain paints his appearance, and you cough out a laugh at him behind your fist as you reach for something off your bedside table, where a steaming bowl and cup of water sits.
“To the experiences that disease took from us,” you raise the cup in the air as if you’re making a toast, and although he’s not holding one of his own, he mimes the action with a grin. “Here’s to hoping we’ll get to do them someday.”
As you raise the drink to your mouth, Obi-Wan can’t help but notice the way it trembles in your hand. Eyes narrowing, he takes in the slight shake of your arm. “You’re quite weak,” he moves closer to take the cup from you and set it back on the table. “I think I should feed you.”
Your eyebrows knit in defiance, but he’s already holding the bowl of soup, stirring the spoon in its depths. Immediately, his nose wrinkles in distaste.
“This smells horrible.”
You sigh in agreement, leaning your head back against the pillows. “Rootleaf stew. Master Yoda’s personal recipe.” As he lifts the utensil to your still-moving mouth, you add, “Thankfully, it doesn’t taste as bad as it stinks.”
He snickers quietly as you drink the liquid down with a small noise of disgust. Your face seems to relax after a minute, however, and he hopes the warm broth is soothing your throat. He offers you a bit more, but this time, you stare straight at him as your lips close around the spoon, and his wrist falters when you peer at him from beneath your lashes.
Soup dribbles down your chin and neck as you squeal in surprise, the heat of it making you jerk back. Obi-Wan drops the bowl onto the table as he frantically snatches up tissues to offer you between panicked apologies, not trusting himself to dab the droplets on your skin away himself.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry, I —” he stammers as you clean up what you can, blinking at him in amused surprise. You don’t look angry at him, but stars, does he feel bad. “Ah, I didn’t mean to. So much for helping you.” From the shoulders up, he burns bright with remorse, but you shake your head amusedly with bright eyes.
“It’s okay. I probably would have done the same to myself. You were right, I am too weak to carry anything.”
Sheepishly, Obi-Wan picks up the stew again, but places it in his lap for a moment as he waits for his body to stop freaking out, for lack of a better term. It’s good timing, too, because you promptly break into a hacking fit, coughing violently as he winces in his seat. After you blow your nose loudly, you seem to notice his expression, because you suddenly turn self-consciously away from him.
“I’m sorry, too. I can’t imagine I’m a pretty sight to see as of right now.”
He disagrees. Surprisingly, your physical state hasn’t been too affected. And even in spite of your slightly ruffled exterior, you’re still exuding the same liveliness that he can’t help but find attractive. In his mindlessness, Obi-Wan’s mouth acts before his brain as he responds. “I think you’re always pretty.”
You both freeze, eyes meeting in shocked gazes as he attempts to backtrack. “I — I mean, you’re a pretty sight to see —” Nope, that’s worse, kill me, Maker, kill me now —
“Obi — it’s okay,” you cut him off from embarrassing himself further, though your own voice is shrill. “I appreciate the compliment.”
His face flushes again, this time at the nickname more than his stupidity. He stares resolutely into the swirling broth as he fiddles with the spoon, and deafening silence fills the air between you as you both look anywhere but each other. Soon enough, though, you’re brave enough to break the quiet. With an even braver comment of your own.
“You know, you’re not too bad-looking either,” he peers at you cautiously, and your eyes are kind, offering comfort. He breathes out a long sigh, but manages a weak smile in return.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, and you nod at him easily. He’s jealous of the way you’re expressive, yet so effortlessly at ease in any scenario — someday, he swears, he’ll nail down his composure. He’ll be in complete control of his every emotion and have the coolest demeanor of all the Jedi.
Just, not today.
Obi-Wan forces himself to steel the muscles in his arms as he brings another spoonful of soup to your waiting mouth, and exhales in relief when he successfully avoids causing another mess. Unfortunately, it seems that you’re intent on making one, because as soon as you swallow, you’ve got another remark that you deliver all too casually for Obi-Wan’s liking.
“In fact, I’d say you’re the prettiest Padawan in the Order.”
He spills the entire bowl across your sheets.
#AND HE MAKES HIS RETURN!#rini writes#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan kenobi imagine#obi wan x reader#PADAWAN!OBI NATION RISE UPPP#sweet boy he is so cute#here is fluff for you guys before I release a really sad piece tomorrow#but until then ENJOY#rini reaches 175!#THANKS AGAIN FOR 300 I'LL HAVE A CELEBRATION SOON
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Obi and Ahsoka being an iconic duo for however long it takes you to read this
Long hyperspace journeys could stretch on for days, with nothing but the white noise and the whir of the ship’s engines to keep the occupants any company.
But eventually, there reached a point where the giddy anticipation was lost into a stagnant period of waiting.
And so there sat Obi-Wan Kenobi four days into hyperspace, waiting.
He was usually a very patient man, years of training a young, rambunctious Anakin Skywalker had required that much of him. And he was still patient. Yet something inside him was stirring, the nagging doubts not leaving him alone. So while The Negotiator tore through warped space, his window of time to figure things out was closing.
And here it was, his great doubt; how much longer he would be able to save those he was assigned to protect. His ship was hurdling at a speed faster than even light could travel towards a world in turmoil, and he- a mere man- was expected to fix it. The hopes, dreams, and futures dreams of an entire civilization depended on him.
He shivered and wondered how the lives of innocent people could constantly pour across his hands and slip away if he wasn’t careful. The knowledge that he was responsible for them was sometimes too much of a weight to bear alone- another reason why he valued his battalion so much. Their support was always constant, their determination and reassurances making him stronger.
But that still left the question; why was he responsible? His chest tightened as he knew he shouldn’t be, but it wasn’t his place to decide, and he would never leave any being to suffer.
A deep breath calmed his mind as he sat upon his bunk with crossed legs, letting the cool airflow help guide him into a deep state of meditation. He rested his palms against his knees, instantly falling into the stance he’d practiced since he was a boy.
In place of his worry and fear came a tide of clarity that the Force provided- a place where all things had an equal purpose. He smiled softly and sank into that familiar peace, deepening his connection to the Force with every moment.
About five minutes into his practice, the door to his room zipped open without warning, quick footsteps following after. He didn’t get up, but he did open his eyes slowly, consciousness slowly returning to the Jedi master.
He’d expected to see Anakin, perhaps even Cody on a busy day where he forgot to knock, but not Ahsoka. He blinked in surprise as she entered his quarters with a friendly smile.
“Hey master,” she greeted, joining him in his bunk.
He raised an eyebrow, “Padawan Tano,” he nodded as she sat down, “I don’t suppose you’ve forgotten how to knock?”
She blushed slightly, dipping her head in embarrassment, “Apologies master, I didn’t mean any disrespect. It’s just Master Skywalker-”
Obi-Wan’s mouth twitched into a slight grin as he finished, “Hardly ever follows any basic courtesies, I know.”
She returned his smile shyly, nodding.
“So, what can I do for you, padawan?” He turned to give her his full attention, uncrossing his legs and putting himself into a more relaxed position.
She sighed, laying back on the low bed, “Master Skywalker’s been having me review these stupid holos for hours now-” she brought her hands to the side of her head in exasperation, “and if I see one more blasted star chart I think I might just defect to the CIS.”
Obi-Wan chuckled, “I can’t say I blame you- Master Qui-Gon used to make me study every map of every planet of every system until it felt like I knew the layout of the entire galaxy.”
Ahsoka giggled, sitting up and resting her head on her knees, expecting him to continue the story.
“What’s more- I used to have to write every single report on every mission because the council wouldn’t stop complaining about Qui-Gon’s versions.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief, “What? Why?”
He tipped his head slightly, giving her a conspiratorial look, “Something about them being too full of,” he adjusted his tone until it was just slightly more regal sounding, “personal ideals and passionate phrases not appropriate to include in professional documents.”
‘Well,” she shrugged, “that does sound like the council.”
He ignored the slight offense and continued, “Yes, but I gave them all a run for their money. My reports were all no shorter than fifty pages each, detailing every breeze that blew while we traveled,” a mischievous spark lit his eyes as he finished.
“Ah, so that's why it takes you forever during mission debriefs,” Ahsoka grinned, “you developed some bad habits.”
“Hey,” he chided while she laughed, “at least I don’t exaggerate, hmm?”
“What's the fun of an adventure without stories to tell, Master?” She countered, crossing her arms in mock-defense.
“Certainly stories are plenty exciting without all the extra flare you add?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Eh, I like to give them my personal touch.”
They both smiled, Ahsoka laying back down and Obi-Wan resting his back against his bedpost.
They fell into a comfortable silence before Obi-Wan confessed, “I’ve been quite bored as well, trapped in here without anyone to talk to. Everyone’s just so-” he searched for the right word.
“Preoccupied? Distant? Distracted? Absent?” Ahsoka filled in for him.
He nodded, surprised, “Precisely. I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining about everyone finally doing what they’re supposed to. But it makes me wonder- should I be taking this more seriously? Do I have a right to stay in my room, waiting aimlessly to arrive? Or should I be doing something?”
She paused before responding, “Well, what can you do?”
He opened his mouth as if he already knew the exact answer to that question before he realized that he didn’t at all.
“I- I’m not quite sure.”
She nodded and sat up, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“I think sometimes in war, you have to accept the fact that there isn’t anything you can do at the moment. You can worry and stress, but in the end, it only serves to hurt yourself and those around you than save anyone else.”
He looked over at her, studying Anakin’s young apprentice as though he hadn’t seen her in a while. It made him feel- weird, to see how much she was growing. But a thread of warmth came with it, a sense of pride he hadn’t expected.
“That’s a very wise observation, Ahsoka,” he said finally, nodding to her.
His praise made her perk up a bit and smile, as eager to please as ever, “thank you, Master Kenobi.”
He nodded and returned her look, deciding he wanted to get away from his shadowed room for a bit, “Do you feel like playing a friendly game of sabacc, padawan? I’m sure we've got a deck of cards around here somewhere.”
She got to her feet swiftly, stretching as he followed suit, “Sure! Although, Master- I don’t think there’s such a thing as a,” she held up her hands in air quotes, “friendly game of sabacc. People always have ulterior motives.”
He chuckled as they walked towards the entryway into the corridors beyond his room, “A common-found truth, yes,” he began as they stepped out of the room, “your master has taught you well.”
She shrugged, “There are also some things that have to be learned on one’s own.”
“Oh?” He asked, “And how would you have learned such a thing?”
She grinned and shrugged, “But Master, I thought you said my stories had too much flare.”
“Oh no, now I’m far too intrigued to care. Please elaborate.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you- but only if you beat me.”
He grinned, “You’re on, padawan.”
When they entered the main quarters, they were greeted with an almost eerie silence and empty space, all furniture and objects long since neglected.
“Wow,” Ahsoka mused, “I never thought this room could be so- quiet.”
“Me neither,” Obi-Wan agreed, looking around for a drawer or any sign of a compartment for a deck of cards.
“I know we have a deck,” she added as Kenobi walked over to the small shelf of datapads they kept from previous missions, “I just saw Crys, Wooley, and Kano playing last night.”
“Hmm,” he said, fingers tracing along the backs of each pad carefully, checking to see if anyone had decided to place the deck in between some of the holos like they usually did.
“They might’ve put them in one of the holo chess compartments,” she suggested after he stood back and shook his head.
He sighed, knowing she was probably right, “But I’ve asked them not to put the deck back in there at least five times now.”
Ahsoka shrugged, unbothered, “Maybe they forgot.”
He looked back at her disbelievingly, “Five times?”
She threw her hands up, “I don’t know. Have you met Wooley? I don’t think he ever fully recovered from that concussion.”
He laughed and pressed the holo chess compartment gently, frowning as sure enough, the deck of cards appeared.
“It appears you’re right,” Obi-Wan said, sitting down on one end of the table and unboxing the cards, “sixth time’s the charm.”
She took her place at the opposite end, grinning, “I’m sure they’ll get it this time.”
“Do you know how to shuffle?” He asked, looking up at her.
“Do we have to?” She asked, surprised.
“Yes. It appears they were playing Mahaa’i Shuur- all of the mistresses are next to each other, I haven't looked at the rest of the deck yet.”
“Okay,” she said, reaching her hand out for the deck.
He sat back while she focused on shuffling, watching the cards shift around almost hypnotically.
“Master, you don’t know how to shuffle?”
The question caught him off guard, and he was forced to admit he’d never really thought about it before.
“I suppose not- everyone usually did the shuffling for me,” he ticked each person off on his fingers, “Master Yoda, Qui-Gon, Master Tahl, Bant, Quinlan, Satine, Anakin, the Clones-”
“Hold on,” Ahsoka interrupted, suddenly looking very amused, “you’re telling me you’ve played cards with Master Yoda?”
He nodded while she dealt out two cards for each of them, and the game began.
“Yes, many times. He always used to come to visit me in the crèche quite often, and we’d play cards or watch a holo while the other younglings went out to wrestle or play senators.”
He drew a commander card.
“You two always seemed close,” Ahsoka commented as she took her turn and drew, a slight frown forming on her face, “do you have any idea why?”
“Why what?” He asked distractedly as he drew the queen of the darkness.
“Why he would come to visit you.”
Obi-Wan tipped his head, trying to think, “Actually, now that you mention it, no. He used to come to visit me when I was a small infant, I still have memories of him from the age of three.”
Ahsoka wrinkled her nose and teased, “does that mean Master Yoda used to change your diapers?”
Obi-Wan returned her disgusted expression, “I don’t know, and I have no intention of finding out.”
She laughed, moving part of her hand to one side.
She organizes her cards by value, he realized, narrowing his gaze.
The door to the room opened, letting in two familiar faces as they both continued to draw.
“And that’s why I was-” Anakin stopped mid-sentence as he saw Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, concentrating on their game. Out of the corner of his eye, Obi-Wan saw Rex salute.
“General. Commander.”
“Hi,” Ahsoka looked up at him briefly, “we were just talking about how Master Yoda used to change Obi-Wan’s diapers when he was a youngling.”
Obi-Wan’s face reddened, and he stared at his cards, not brave enough to look up.
“We were not.”
Ahsoka shrugged, moving another card to the left of her hand, “I don’t know, sounded that way to me.”
Anakin crossed his arms at Ahsoka, “Yeah, well it sounded to me like I told you to study those holos earlier.”
“I did,” she protested, “but you gave me so many that my head started to swim!”
“Those holos are important,” Anakin persisted, “and that doesn’t excuse why you’re out here playing cards with Obi-Wan instead of doing your meditations.”
Ahsoka sighed, laying down her hand, “Yes, Master.”
“Come now, Anakin,” Obi-Wan chided without looking up from his hand, fourteen away from winning, “surely after all those times you used to whine at me about even basic form, you can allow your padawan a break.”
Ahsoka looked up at her master hopefully, who had turned his glower on his old master.
“Fine,” he determined finally, “but as soon as you’re done, you go straight back to those holos, understand?”
Ahsoka smiled gratefully, “Yes, Master.”
Anakin walked up behind her chair, gazing at her hand. Obi-Wan looked up to scrutinize over what Anakin’s expression was like, but to his disappointment his former apprentice’s face belied nothing. He frowned, wondering when Anakin learned to become such a formidable card player.
A voice in the back of his mind reminded him that Senator Amidala was an esteemed and practiced Sabacc player, but he quickly banished the inkling, drawing another card.
The Star, blast.
Rex did the same as Anakin, coming up and watching over Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
After a few more rounds, Obi-Wan had almost forgotten he was there. So when he drew a card that let him win within -17 points, the Jedi almost jumped when Rex said, “I’ll bet one of my pistols Kenobi wins.”
He repressed an eye roll, only shaking his head and drawing the idiot, zero points.
“Which one?” Asked Anakin, looking up at Rex.
“Eh, the good one.”
“Hmm- how about, whoever loses the bet gets shiny training duty for a month, and your pistol?”
“Deal.”
Obi-Wan held up the idiot card as though he were comparing it to Anakin, and Rex chuckled softly.
“What?”
“Nothing sir.”
The game continued, with Obi-Wan just -2 points away from winning when Ahsoka slammed her cards down enthusiastically, calling “Idiot's Array!”
Obi-Wan looked over her cards and smiled, setting his hand down, “Well done.”
“Thanks,” she said, high-fiving her master.
“Gah,” Rex exclaimed, clapping Obi-Wan on the shoulder, “you let me down, general!”
Obi-Wan put up his hands defensively, “Hey, I’m not the one who told you to bet, Captain.”
Anakin walked up to them, grinning like a fool, “Yeah, but now someone has to train all the new shinies for a whole month! Ha, that’s for making me walk around the temple in my bathing suit last weekend.”
Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot up, “Wh-”
He was cut off by the beeping of his comm. He gave Anakin a death glare before opening the transmission with a tap, mouthing the words this conversation is not over.
“Yes, Commander?”
“We’ve arrived, sir.”
“Very good Cody. We’ll be right down.”
He cut the transmission and started towards the door, the others following closely behind to the bridge.
Ahsoka did a merry little skip, coming up to walk beside Obi-Wan and Anakin, smirking.
“Looks like I won’t have to do those map studies after all,” she boasted.
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to groan- you shouldn’t have said anything, Ahsoka.
His old apprentice smirked right back at the young Togruta, “Don’t worry padawan, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time on the surface for you to do some analyzing.”
She groaned and turned towards the hallway that led to her room, “I’m going to pick up my shoto.”
“Okay,” Obi-Wan said, cutting off Anakin before he could start to argue, “but be prompt- I expect we’ll be departing within the next ten minutes.”
She met his gaze and nodded happily, before running off to grab her lightsaber.
“Now,” Obi-Wan began, rounding on Anakin, “what is this I hear of you strutting around in your bathing suit around temple grounds last weekend?”
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another prompt request for @opalknight! This one was: “things you said when you met my parents” and hopefully this time, tumblr wont break after I post it!
If you have a kanera prompt, feel free to send it my way!
fandom: star wars rebels
relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla
rating: g
word count: 1,049
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Kanan made a sleepy noise low in his throat and pulled Hera in close as she got back under the sheets. His warm arms wrapped around her body, his forehead resting on her chest. She smiled, running her fingers through the loose strands of his hair.
“Who was that?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Fulcurm.” Hera said slotting one of her legs in between his. “She’s got a job for us.”
“What kind?”
“A team up.” Kanan hummed lightly, his eyelashes tickling her skin. “With Free Ryloth.”
“Ugh.” He rolled away from her, settling on his back. Hera pushed herself up onto her elbow.
“What’s wrong with Free Ryloth.” She questioned, knowing exactly what was wrong with Free Ryloth.
“It’s nothing.”
“Sure doesn’t sound like nothing.”
Kanan sighed and turned his teal eyes on her, still puffy with sleep. “It’s not Free Ryloth, it’s your father.”
Hera chuckled. “That sounds like something I would say. I thought you loved my father?” she poked him in the chest. “What was it you said when you first met him? ‘General Syndulla I could listen to your stories all day’.” Hera teased, pitching her voice low in a poor attempt of mocking Kanan’s deep outer rim draw. “You were seconds away from worshiping the ground he walked on, even after he tried to double cross us. It was all General Syndulla this, General Syndulla that. You were so turned around by him; you got everyone’s name wrong!”
“Alright, alright.” Kanan pulled her down so that her head was resting on his chest. “So I was a little star stuck but he was a big deal during the Clone Wars.”
“Trust me, I know.” She grumbled, fisting a handful of white his shirt in her grip. Hera was more than acutely aware of her father’s importance in the war effort. She was the one he left behind to fight in it. She blinked away the thought. “So what changed?”
Kanan ran a hand absently down a lekku making Hera shiver. “I don’t know.” He sighed. “There’s a thing I heard once about meeting your heroes. They say not to do it.”
That, Hera could understand. She thought back to Senator Trayvis, the excitement and sheer hope on Ezra’s face at finally having a powerful ally in their fight, only to watch it all crumble down around him when he learned the truth. It was a crushing thing to witness and part of her found it difficult to accept that had happened with Kanan over her father.
A sudden thought stuck her.
“Kanan?” She asked, tilting her head up to look at him.
“Hmm?”
“Do you ever think about your parents?” She sat up, the sheets bunching around her waist. Kanan’s brows pinched together.
“My parents?”
“Yeah.” Hera nodded.
Kanan was quiet for a moment, a frown on his handsome face, before he pushed himself up to rest against the bulkhead. “I never knew my parents.”
Hera blinked in surprise. “Never?”
Kanan shook his head. “No, I was taken from my home world to the Temple after birth or I was born on Coruscant, I don’t really know.”
“You don’t know where you were born?”
“I mean, not really?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I could have looked it up when I was younger, in the Temple Archives but that’s kind of impossible now.”
“Does it bother you? Not knowing who your people are? Where you came from?” she picked at the sheet. She couldn’t imagine not knowing her mother, not having her wisdom in her life. Her culture had shaped her, made her into the woman she was today. It was as much a part of her as the rebellion was. To not have that thread to connect her to the ground, she would be afraid she’d float away.
“The Jedi were my people.” He replied. “And in a strange sort of way, they were my family.”
“But even when you were older, they never told you about your parents?”
Kanan shrugged. “They could have, if I asked. But I never did. I didn’t see the need. I had my master.”
“You’re master?” Hera whispered feeling the fragile structure of the conversation. It was rare for Kanan to be so open about his past. Even now with Ezra as his student, he tended to keep these details close to his chest, sharing only his knowledge and hardly ever speaking on his childhood or what it was like to grow up with the Jedi. She was afraid one wrong question would shatter the moment but so hopelessly intrigued.
A tender smile had taken over Kanan’s face, his eyes distant and fond. “Depa Billaba. She was the best. Probably the closest thing I had to a mother, if you could call it that. Things were different in the Order.”
“I wish I could have met her.”
He looked at her with bright eyes. “Me too.”
Hera pushed herself onto her knees, leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. “I love you.” She whispered.
Kanan’s palm cupped her face. “I love you too.” He pulled her into a deeper kiss, heat pooling deep in her belly. She straddled his waist, her hips rolling against his.
A loud knock echoed sharply in her cabin.
“Hera!” Ezra called through the thick metal. “The caf dispenser isn’t working and I can’t find Kanan. Ow! Chopper stop it!”
Kanan groaned and let his head fall on to her shoulder. Hera couldn’t help but laugh.
“I guess we’ll have to pick this up later.” She kissed his forehead.
“Maybe we can send the kids on the mission by themselves. We could stay behind,” he ran his hands down her sides. “Find something to do with all that quiet time.”
“Chopper! Get back here you useless scrap pile!”
“Yeah, I don’t think that will go over well dear.” She rolled off of him, pulling on his arm. “C’mon. I’ve got a broken caf dispenser to fix and you have a padawan to rescue.”
“Just another day in paradise.” He entwined their fingers as Hera hit the door control. She smiled, giving their joined hands a squeeze. Kanan might not have known his family as a child but she was happy that he had found one with her.
#opalknight#kanera#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#star wars rebels#star wars: rebels#look at me write#shleby writes#i need a writing tag for them#you could always see me
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