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Eeeeh it was WIP Wednesday… and I’m thirsty for attention, so have a snippet from chapter two of Danny Fenton, Dead and Loving it!
(And I had to check I could paste obscene amounts of words from my notes into tumblr, since I’m not writing this in drafts for now - I lost too many sections to not hitting ‘save’ before putting my phone down)
Prompt and First chapter! (I guess I cannot make neat links on mobile, woe is me)
And the fic on AO3
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@starkcravingmad @frostedthroughghost
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“Hang on a second, does that mean your ghost writer friend is also an actual ghost?” Because yeah, he had googled book collectors around Gotham and came up blank.
Danny took a moment to work out what he meant, then perked up and nodded.
“Oh, yeah! That’s his actual name too, I’m not sure he was ever a living person, and I wasn’t kidding when I said he had every book ever written. A lotta first editions too. I think he’s a spirit of literature?”
Jason took a quick peek around to see if any giant and possibly book shaped palaces had appeared.
Place was covered in floating islands and purple doors, there was a chance.
“Could we… could you introduce me?” Cuz he wasn’t gonna actually ask if Jane Austen was a ghost, not on his first day.
He had some damn self control. Even if the pit was fucking purring in the back of his head and this whole weird place felt more like home than anywhere he’d been before.
Flying beside him, Danny nodded cheerfully and shot him a thumbs up.
“Oh hell yeah, he needs more friends. Probably not today though, he’s not really around this part of the Zone, and we wanna make it to the Far Frozen and back before New Years. Next time,” he added before Jason could even begin to feel disappointed.
He’d known the odds of heading right there weren’t great. Fuck, he wouldn’t have wanted to; it was just hard to remember they were here to get the pit out when it was filling him with a buzzing, humming contentment down to his toes.
Part of him wanted to be a whole lot more suspicious. Did not like how easy it was to trust Danny, to relax into this undead realm.
But it was usually the pit that nagged at him not to trust anyone. And the pit was in heaven, and Jason had spent so long fighting that constant suspicion.
If things went as well as he hoped… well, he wasn’t gonna be going easy on any of the assholes fucking with his turf.
But being able to talk to the bats without the pit’s constant paranoia… yeah, he did a little hope he’d be a bit tighter lipped.
Feelings just kept spilling out of him around Danny, apparently literally if what the kid told him about his core was to be believed.
Jason could feel enough of Danny’s emotions in return to know the kid wasn’t lying. Hopefully that was what made him trust him.
Today, he nodded and looked around.
“So, the Far Frozen. Called that because it’s far?” He asked casually, definitely not letting on any concerns.
Flying hadn’t been hard so far, but he had no idea how long this was going to work. He couldn’t even tell if it was using a muscle, but it was sure as shit one he hadn’t used before.
Danny snickered and shrugged, clearly not even a little concerned.
“Well, I opened the portal pretty close in this case, but yeah, it’s far from the more populated areas of the zone. The yetis like it, it means they can keep to themselves.”
This was kind of the problem with Danny, Jason was coming to realise.
He’d told Jason where in the zone they were going, and why. They needed to see a guy called Frostbite, because he knew the most about ghost biology.
He’d probably know what to do about Jason’s pit problem, and what Danny and Jason could do to deal with the pits themselves. Fun, exciting, Jason was 1000% up for that.
Fucking yetis had not come up.
“The what?” He asked, striving for nonchalance and wondering again if he shouldn’t have shot someone a text before leaving.
And potentially never being seen again.
Danny hesitated for a moment, brows furrowing.
There was definitely more snow ahead than there had been behind.
“I totally mentioned the yetis?” Danny said carefully, like that would somehow make it true.
Jason stifled a snicker.
“You did not mention yetis. You mentioned ghosts.”
“Yeah, they’re ghost yetis.”
“That doesn’t actually make it any better, y’know? The yeti part is still kinda important.”
Not that Jason would be hugely surprised to find an alive yeti at some point. The world had a habit of saving up its weirdest bullshit to dish out onto him.
At least he wasn’t Constantine.
Danny pulled a face and shrugged, turning so he was flying backwards.
“Well, I mentioned it now? They’re yetis. So is Frostbite, but he’s like, bigger. And their leader. I mentioned that part, right?” Danny asked hopefully.
It was pretty clearly a fair question.
Jason nodded, scanning through what he’d been told so far.
“Yeah, and that they had the ghost hospital? I guess it’s a good thing as ghosts we’re not gonna feel the cold,” Jason added idly, glancing at their increasingly frosty surroundings.
He could feel the temperature dipping, sure, but nothing serious. They hadn’t even grabbed coats.
Danny stopped flying so quickly that Jason actually overshot him and had to turn, coming back to rejoin his guide. Who looked guilty.
Jason pulled on his best deadpan face.
“Let me guess. You definitely mentioned it?” He asked dryly.
Danny groaned and slapped himself in the face, then dragged his hand slowly free.
“Okay this one’s totally not my fault? I mean. I don’t need a coat there? And usually if anyone else comes with me, we have the Spectre Speeder, and it always has coats, so it’s not like we pack?”
He gave Jason a sheepish smile, half wincing like he expected a punch.
Jason did consider it, but not seriously.
“Okay, focus up Danny. What do we need to do? How cold am I gonna get?” Cuz the longer they were sitting still, the more the chill was creeping in.
Danny let out another lingering groan then closed his eyes, calculating.
“Okay… so I can call Frostbite when we get a bit closer, and he can come meet us, and he’ll have some spare coats? And I don’t think you can technically freeze to death anymore, but you don’t have a core? So I dunno.”
Jason took a deep breath of his own, fighting a half smile. Good to know he wasn’t the only one with a bad habit of rushing in.
But even he tried to be ready for everything.
“Great. Love this plan. Especially the part where I probably can’t freeze to death,” Jason snarked.
Danny squinted at him.
“Look, it’s better than my other plan, which is I freeze you solid in my ghost ice and tow you the rest of the way. You wanna show up walking and talking or in an iceberg?”
The fact that he seemed to be serious probably should have concerned Jason more, but he was having fun.
Just imagine, Jason Todd as the responsible one in a superhero team up. Dickie would be so proud.
It’d be just like his old Robin days, except that suit was thermally regulated out the ass.
“Ooh, frozen wastes or frozen in iceberg, I’m definitely seeing the difference. Let’s just get moving so you can call your buddy before I turn into a popsicle.”
Danny stuck his tongue out at Jason, but did indeed get moving again.
“Hey, both of those are still better than our last option,” he snarked back, and maybe Jason was imagining it but they were kinda going faster.
Lucky for Jason, apparently it was willpower that made you fly in the Ghost Zone, and being a stubborn bitch had always been his stock in trade.
“Oh gee, what’s the last option? Shoot ourselves from a catapult? Build a snowman and have it carry us? Or do we close our eyes real tight and wish ourselves there?” Jason asked as sweetly as he could.
Made Danny laugh anyway, before his expression became deadly serious.
“You’re literally wishing your way there right now, smartass, but no. The last option is we call my regent and he stops time and you spend the next eighty relative years of your life listening to lectures about why I need to be fully crowned.”
Which did sound pretty last-resort-y, in Jason’s opinion. And raised an important question.
“Why are you so against being fully crowned? You seem pretty in touch with all the king shit.” Certainly willing enough to talk about it, although now that Jason thought about it, mostly to complain.
Danny pulled another reluctant face.
“Just cuz I know I can’t get out of it doesn’t mean I gotta give myself up right away. The last king was a bloodthirsty tyrant, in an enchanted sleep for thousands of years. Do you have any idea how much paperwork that stacked up?”
Danny let out a shudder that had nothing to do with the increasing cold. Thinking to the amount of report forms he’d be facing if B found out about this particular jaunt, Jason joined him.
“Yeah, okay, that sounds like it sucks,” he agreed, and Danny shot him a relieved grin.
“Right? Like, I want to live my actual life first. Do something more than struggle through college and fight ghosts. Everything worked just fine while the other guy was in prison, so what’s the rush?”
They flew in silence for a moment, Jason struggling with an entirely unexpected lump in his throat.
Danny broke it, drifting closer until their shoulders bumped.
“Sorry man. Didn’t think.”
There was a perfect snappy comeback in there about it not being the first time, but Jason didn’t have it in him. He managed a nod and gentle bump back.
It was getting cold enough now that the moisture on his cheeks stung.
From condensation. Or air resistance or something.
The Ghost Zone had high humidity, explained all of the snow.
They continued in silence for a while, then Danny sighed and slowed to a stop once more. Jason copied a little more reluctantly, brushing trails of ice from his face.
“Okay so this is gonna be just, stupid loud?” Danny said with a slightly strained cheerfulness, like they’d never stopped bantering. “You’ll probably wanna put your hands over your ears.”
Jason complied, wondering just how literal the “call” part of Danny calling ahead was gonna be. Stupid loud implied it wouldn’t be on a cellphone.
He’d not had any messages since leaving Gotham actually, and it had been a couple of hours. He should probably check…
He clapped his hands back over his ears just in time as Danny sucked in a huge breath and bellowed like a thunderstorm.
“HEY FROSTY! PHANTOM INCOMING, BROUGHT A FRIEND. HE NEEDS A COAT!”
And then Danny gave Jason a cheery grin and nodded in the direction they’d been travelling as he cautiously removed his hands.
“He can’t get quite that loud, so we’ll have to get closer before we can hear him. Might as well keep going, right?”
Jason took another moment just to stare at the ghost. It was beginning to actually kick in that… yeah. Danny wasn’t human.
And Jason knew plenty of metahumans, people with powers. He knew Black Canary, so what the line should be is a bit fuzzy.
But.
Danny’s not fully human, not anymore. So what the hell was Jason?
The exact same asshole he was yesterday, obviously. Just with… well, his baggage compartment had already been overstuffed.
Even the thought of getting to dump the pit baggage meant that even if he was now a zombie or a ghost or whatever that was still a net loss unless he had to eat people.
Which, again, what the fuck was his life?
He almost laughed, but didn’t want to try explaining that thought process to anyone else, even if the odds were pretty good Danny’s life… existence was at least a little fucked.
He gave a smile instead, nodding and following Danny’s lead off into the frost.
Doing absolutely nothing to reassure him, Jason was no longer sure it was reflections off the ice now catching the corner of his eye.
The longer they were in the Ghost Zone, the more he kept thinking he saw stars passing across the black of Danny’s suit.
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Frostbite did in fact come to meet them, and did in fact bring Jason a coat. The fact that said coat REALLY looked like it came from a yeti…
Well, Danny had long decided never to ask, and Jason was following his lead today. His new friend was all wrapped up again, and wasn’t even shivering anymore!
Yeah. Danny fucked up.
And he also felt a little bad even after Jason told him it was fine, a damnably cocky smirk on his lips. It felt like he’d been holding onto that “Not the first thing you’ve conveniently forgotten” line for a while.
Which, to be fair, they’d met twice ever, so how the fuck would Jason know?
Just because it was accurate didn’t mean he had to say it.
They’d had to make quite a trek back to the depths of the Far Frozen along with Frostbite since the yeti had come to meet them, but they’d made good use of the time.
Frostbite still understood more about ghost biology and even specifically halfa biology than Danny himself did, and he’d immediately seen something was up with Jason.
Reassuring him that Jason wasn’t actually fading and that his core just hadn’t formed yet hadn’t taken long; apparently, yetis could smell core formation.
Delightful fucked up information Danny wished he’d never learned, but at least he’d been right.
Surrounded by the ambient ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone, Jason’s core was already coming along in fits and bounds. Something which had alarmed Jason to hear too, but hey.
About half of his ghost problems were probably related to that slow forming core, and the other half…
Yeah. Frostbite had a Lot of questions about the Lazarus Pits. And Jason had basically nothing by way of answers beyond what he’d already told Danny.
Which, aww, he’d really been putting everything he had on the table, which was nice. The longer they spent together, the more Danny figured Jason hadn’t been honest with anyone in a while.
He kept getting this surprised look on his face, these moments where he stopped like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Like he thought he should be more careful.
Danny could relate. Frostbite was weirdly easy to share things with, even if Danny couldn’t get him to stop calling him Great One.
The second Danny had protested, Jason got a real sneaky grin on his face that Danny wasn’t sure he liked. He knew a Bastard Little Brother face from his mirror.
Jason being older than him? Meant nothing.
For now though, they’d made it to the medical center and Jason was looking at the scanning pods with a sceptical but weirdly unsurprised eye.
Danny still hadn’t stopped making Star Trek jokes when he saw them, but. Robin. What the fuck did Batman have access to?
Frostbite gave them both a very proud smile, patting the tube fondly.
“With this, we shall determine how much corrupted ectoplasm is within you, and how best to separate your mind from its affects. Already some of it is being purged by contact with our Saviour, but for it not to be gone already shows there is a deeper problem,” the yeti explained happily.
Jason shot Danny another shit eating grin at “saviour” and Danny bit back a groan, making himself smile at Frostbite instead.
Insistent and slightly patronising hero worship aside, he really did like the guy. He always wanted to help, and usually could, which was a nice change.
“Yeah, about that? Do we know what I’m doing that’d change his corruption?” Because it’s not that he didn’t want to help too, but it might be easier if he knew how.
Frostbite gave Danny a cheerful pat next, sending the smaller ghost stumbling a little.
“Oh, some of it will happen merely from your presence, Great One. As the King of the realm, you have far more ectoplasm and it is far stronger, which will help Jason’s ectoplasm to heal on its own. But we must find the root for the problem to be solved.”
Jason chuckled and shook his head, stripping back out of the thick yeti coat.
“There’s always a catch, right? Is this gonna hurt?” It sounded like he expected the answer to be yes, and even Frostbite looked suddenly concerned.
“You should not feel anything at all, young Jason. Perhaps the feelings from your contaminated source will become stronger, but they are not negative at present?” It came out as a question, mostly tied to that concern.
And Danny could kinda see why; from everything Jason told them, he was usually only swamped by rage. Neither of his auras felt angry now, but the pit’s had jumped to betrayal pretty consistently every time it spiked.
Needing to be told that something wasn’t going to hurt him sort of pointed where those feelings might have come from.
Danny nudged closer on impulse, letting his own trust-reassurance-done this before wash gently over Jason’s aura.
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𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴 Anakin Skywalker
A/N: I have truly no idea what is this. Btw English is not my native language, so bear with me if there are any grammatical mistakes
Warnings: smut, p in v, riding, hand job, Anakin being the hottest person in the world, Fem! Reader, fluff, 18+, tension, unprotected sex
Summary: reader and Anakin are playing smash or pass, so they don't get bored
Masterlist!!!
Anakin's back was facing you, sitting at his desk doing research for his next mission. You were laying in his bed, looking through the window at the views of the beautiful Coruscant at noon, the sun setting while spaceships were flying from one direction to the opposite.
A sigh escaped your lips while sitting up, legs in front of you while your hands supported you from behind.
"Anii" you said in a whiny voice, the boredom could be visibly noticed in your voice. "Can we do something fun pleaseee"
"Y/n, you know we can't go out so tell me, what fun is there to do?"- He said while turning to you, leaving his research forgotten, knowing that there was no point in continuing it since you would come up with something that would completely distract him.
You hummed, agreeing with him. Your brows furrowed, lips sealed while you thought of something to do. Anakin was admiring you, your lips how beautiful they were, your face where no flags were visible to him, he loved hearing you talk, he loved how your eyes shone every time they found his face after being separated for a long time. He knew he had to push these feelings he'd had since you guys were kids down, he'd had them since the first day you met, the first time you talked to him, he knew he was fucked. He loved the way you walked, talked, and laughed, those things kept him away from the dark side all those times he had thought of joining it.
"I know!" You exclaimed, Anakin's trance being interrupted by your angelic voice." There's this kind of game where you say the name of a person and have to say if you would smash them or don't."
"What do you mean, would smash them-"
"If you would fuck them or not" Anakin's cheek reddening a bit while a smirk grew on your face. He could be sometimes bold, most of the time he was. But then other times, you were."So, for example, I say a name, and you have to say smash if you would and pass if you wouldn't. All clear?"
"Yep" You moved, crossing your legs, so he could have some space. Anakin sitting in front of you, his back pressed against the headboard, leg crossed too.
"Okay, I start. Mmmmm" After two seconds of thinking, a name came to your mind, a giggle escaping your mouth." Okay, so… smash or pass... Yoda."
Anakin's color disappeared from his face, you were trying not to laugh too much.
"What! You can't ask me that it's- ew, it is disgusting!" Arms in the air Anakin's face was as if he had just seen a ghost, while you were trying to catch your breath
"You have to answer! C'mon, don't be such a baby! It's just a gamee"
"Ugh, okay, I would obviously wouldn't fuck him, so pass."
"Yeah, fair, I wouldn't either."
"Now my turn… Windu."
"To be honest smash, he isn't that bad looking, his personality is what ruins him, y'know it wouldn't be that bad to have some fun from time to time man. Uhm-"
The game carried on until no Jedi could come up to your mind, time passed, and you got close to each other, It was as if the Force was pulling you together, your knees touching the time your mind couldn't think of any other name to say.
"I can't think of anyone else, think we've said everyone we know." A smile was plastered on both of your faces, and a light force was embracing you both. The moment those words came out of your face, Anakin's smile turned it to a smirk. He leaned in his body closer to you now, elbows on his knees, hands on your knees caressing your thighs. A blush decorated your cheeks, while your mouth formed an o.
"That's where you're wrong, we haven't said if we would smash each other." He said in a raspy voice that made your whole body shiver. His face now inches away from yours, eyes flickering down to your lips.
"I- I don't know what you mean by that." You tried to disguise your nerves with a laugh, eyes wandering around the room as long as they didn't meet his. His hands were still caressing your thighs, you didn't know what to do with your hands, so subconsciously you placed them on top of his, making his smirk grow wider. You perfectly knew what he meant, you were hoping he wouldn't notice that you hadn't said your name on purpose so the conversation you were having right now could be avoided.
"I think you perfectly know what I mean, so why not make it easier and just answer. Would you smash me, or pass me?"
"Anakin I- you know we can't I-"
"I'm not saying we would, I'm just saying if we hypothetically could, would you?"
"Uh… I mean hypothetically, I would". Now your confidence was back. Straightening your back, you leaned a bit too. What worried you seconds ago was quickly forgotten the moment you saw him adjust himself, and the smirk impossibly growing more." And would you smash me, Skywalker?"
"Oh, I definitely would, hypothetically or not." If you moved a millimeter, your lips would be on his, his breath fanning your face.
"Really? And tell me what would you do?" Your hand came up to his face, putting a lock of his hair behind his ear, your hand coming down to his cheek and your thumb caressing it.
"If you let me I could sho-" He was interrupted by your lips crashing on his, if you weren't drunk on his presence and essence you wouldn't have done that. You both knew it was so wrong, but then, why did it feel so right?
Grabbing your hips, Anakin lift you up and placed you on his lap, the moment you sat you felt his bulge press against your core, causing a moan to escape from both of your mouths. Hands-on hips, Anakin moved you at a pace where both of you were seeing stars, you couldn't wait until he was inside you.
Moving his mouth from lips to the neck, you reached down to undo his belt, a groan escaping Anakin's mouth when he felt you palming him through his boxers. Putting your hands inside his boxers, your hand came in contact with his hard dick. Flesh to flesh, you started by circling his tip feeling the pre-cum drip, your hand moved up and down his length feeling his veins. The pleasure makes him stop his movements on your neck. With your other hand, you tilted his chin up so your lips could meet his. Slipping your tongue inside his mouth, feeling the vibrations of his groans, making you smirk.
"Fu-fuck you make me feel so good" He groaned between breaths.- "Fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop. Please, please, please."
You smirked hearing his beg for your touch, feeling him come undone under you, you started to remove your top along with your bra, breast on display for him, his mouth watering at the sight, seconds later he copied your movements by removing his shirt. He wasted no other second, he attached his lips to your left breast, circling your nipple with his tongue.
"Ani I want you inside me" Your eyes were closed with pleasure, mouth prated, unholy noises coming out of it. At that sentence, Anakin's dick was hard and twitching again.
Carefully, he turned you around, back now pressing against the bed while he was completely naked on top of you. Vigorously, he took your pants along with panties off of you.
"Are you sure?" He wanted to have you so badly, but he knew consent was needed, even if you wanted it as badly as him.
"Yes, yes, yes, please."
"So needy "He whispered to you, taking his cock, he slowly slipped it inside you, he was slow at first, waiting for you to adjust. He surprised himself by not combusting the moment he was inside you.
You tapped his shoulder, signaling he could move. In the beginning, it was slow, but as the seconds passed he was rougher. Nails scraping his hands, hand in hand, pleasure consuming both of your bodies and mind. Your lips were sealed with him. You both were relieved this was finally happening, both of you anticipating this moment since Maker knows when.
"Oh, Ani right there!" Your face was contracted with pleasure. His thumb came down to your clit, stimulating it, If this wasn't heaven, then you didn't know what heaven was.
Wrapping your legs around his hips, you were suddenly on top of him, discovering more pleasurable angles.
"Oh sit" Anakin said, he was deeper inside of you in this new position, his climax coming closer. "Darling I'm close"
"Me too." With your hands on his toned chest, you started to bounce faster, both of your climaxes just around the corner.- Shit shit shit I'm cumming.
Be a good girl and do.- Anakin came right after you did. Your juices mixing in your cunt, dripping down your legs.
The moment he lifts you up from him, you whined, missing the feeling of his dick deep inside you. You lay on the right side of the bed, feeling Anakin shuffle around the bedroom to your side. Picking you up, he took you to the bathroom, where you took a shower with him, cleaning up before getting into bed with him.
Your breathing was in sync, you've never felt more at peace. But you knew you had to talk.
"Anakin, what we just did was really wrong. " Your face was in his chest, Anakin's hand playing with your hair. He hummed in response. "It's against the code what we just did, the code we have tied ourselves to for life."
"I know." He simply said. "But I also know that is the best thing I've ever done, and I don't regret it a bit."
"I don't regret it, either." You whispered. " Do you think we could keep it a secret?"
At that, Anakin's heart leaped, a smile decorating his features.
"Of course, we can, my love. " He said, kissing the top of your head, you hummed in satisfaction. " Just don't get distracted by me when we train, y'know."
You hit him playfully in the chest, kissing him you replied softly
You wish Skywalker.
I thought I lost this for one moment and I almost kms 💀😭😭😭
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1 - Soulmate AU - Soulamtes share dreams to learn more about each other and to teach each other their local traditions if necessary. Obi-Wan learns the hardship his mate faces in slavery, their secret language, and how to help free slaves. Anakin gets taught about the Jedi, reading, writing, and how amazing his mate is.
ahhhh ok i really don't want to share this under this prompt because i wrote the ask down wrong in my notes so the prompt i wrote follows my poor notes that just say - 'soulmate sharing/learn about them before they meet' but this is amazing prompt wise and it would clear up a ton of misconceptions in the prequels obviously if they both got dreams of the other's early lives but this is.... not that but i hope you enjoy anyway <3 <3
1. Soulmates (and daemons) (2.0 k)
Obi-Wan doesn’t have a soulmate for sixteen years.
It’s just him and the animal representation of his own soul that had traveled to the Temple with him as a babe, a Vulptex kit. She’s named herself now and grown larger and stronger through the years, her coat growing out to perfect crystalline ends. From a distance, they look like razor-sharp spikes of ice. Or so other people have said.
Obi-Wan knows that’s not true. He knows that his soul isn’t cold or untouchable or unreachable. But he’s had no luck telling anyone else that, not when Avarie snaps at everyone who tries to touch her in a manner that’s quite un-Jedi like. She’s prickly and quick to bristle. He’s emotional and angry, even before he’s ten years old.
Look, it’s not easy living around people who all know they have soulmates, either because they’ve met them or because they’ve woken up to find that their own animal has disappeared only to be replaced with their mate’s soul representation.
Most of the time, that sort of switch happens when a person’s still a youngling. A very young youngling. Sometimes babies are taken to the Temple with their soulmate’s animal tucked between tiny arms. Those, in Obi-Wan’s opinion, are the luckiest ones. They never have to wonder if they even have a soulmate at all.
They just grow up knowing that they’ll be loved one day.
Obi-Wan grows up thinking maybe it’s just going to be him and his vulptex until the day he dies. It makes him angry at the injustice of it all.
He knows his own emotions probably keep him from a Padawanship, but he can’t help but think that Avarie’s own appearance and attitude certainly don’t help. They’re at odds with one another for two years, bound together but each ignoring the other. Obi-Wan’s never heard of this before, of fighting with your own soul’s animal.
But, he thinks, most people don’t spend as long with theirs as he has with Avarie.
Perhaps she is everything unlikable about himself, made apparent to everyone else. No one, master or soulmate, would ever want him. Not when everything about his soul screams keep your distance.
Master Jinn taking him as his Padawan is a surprise then, one that soothes over some of Obi-Wan’s soul-deep aches. The night he gets his padawan braid is the first night in years that Avarie curls up against him to sleep.
When he is sixteen and a few standard months old, he wakes up alone in his bed, Avarie nowhere in sight.
Well. Not alone, actually.
A ball of fur that he had originally thought to be a wrinkle in his bedspread whines pitifully and moves to follow him when he sits up.
He stares dumbly down at the strange little muzzle and unopen eyes. Half of its face is a pure white, and the other half a solid black, as if someone has taken it and held it against a fire until its fur was stained with smoke.
“Uh,” he says to his soulmate’s animal. The creature, some sort of canid, perks up at his voice and snuffles closer to him eagerly. “Yes, hello,” Obi-Wan grins, petting its tiny head with the tip of his thumb. It tries to prolong the touch by lifting its muzzle up and whining.
It’s so small.
His soulmate must be...must be just as young.
Obi-Wan is sixteen and a few months and his soulmate has just been born, most likely. But.
But he has a soulmate.
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Odyna grows fast, much faster than Obi-Wan had thought possible. It feels like he blinks once on the morning he wakes to see her, and then suddenly she’s at his knees. Her paws and ears are huge still, and Obi-Wan knows she’ll grow much, much bigger.
His master in particular is very interested in trying to figure out what species his soulmate’s animal is.
“She feels incredibly strong in the Force,” Qui-Gon says on more than one occasion. “And her markings--”
Odyna growls from where she’s laying splayed out in Obi-Wan’s lap as he brushes over her furry back. She instantly preens when he taps her gently on the nose.
Some days he thinks she’s the exact opposite of Avarie in every way possible, and has to wonder how his soulmate--who would be six now--is faring with Avarie. He hopes she’s at least letting them pet her.
Odyna relishes Obi-Wan’s attention always, though she scorns anyone else’s hands or affections in a way that reminds him of his own Vulptex.
The Jedi Council was unimpressed with Avarie’s aversion to touch and seems even more skeptical at Odyna’s. “A dangerous, possessive attachment, it will be,” Yoda has told Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan more than once.
Soulmate relationships in the Order are common and practically encouraged, seen as the will of the Force. But even then, possessive attachment is heavily forbidden. The Force animals of the Jedi will often allow other Jedi to touch them and greet them. It’s unbecoming of a Jedi’s soul, to close itself off from the touch of others.
And yet a part of Obi-Wan can’t stop himself from feeling smug about how overt Odyna’s claim over him is. She’s clingy, incredibly needy, and overprotective at turns.
A Jedi’s mission to Lothal brings back a trade deal and a name for Obi-Wan’s soulmate’s Force animal. “It looks just like a Loth-wolf,” she tells him. “But the ones on Lothal I saw were huge. Taller than a Wookie.”
Obi-Wan groans at this. His master is already so much taller than him. Now Odyna too? If his soulmate grows to tower over him as well, he’s going to have some choice words for the Force upon his death.
“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” He asks Odyna that night as she flops down onto his bed in her customary position of splayed everywhere. “My room is only so big.”
She grins at him and licks his face.
“Force, that’s so uncivilized,” Obi-Wan grouses, getting up out of bed again to go wash his face.
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Surprisingly, Tatooine’s heat is not the first thing Obi-Wan notices about the planet. No, what he notices first and foremost is the way that Odyna, until this point relatively satisfied to lay curled around his chair (at nine, she’s big enough to come up to his shoulders when standing), seems to lose her damned mind as soon as the door is open and the hot air permeates the ship.
He was just going to look at the damage, but his soulmate’s Force animal seems to have other plans. Odyna bounds out onto the sand and nudges Obi-Wan forward, hard enough that he loses his balance.
She nudges him again, even as he tries to bat her away. “Odyna, stop it,” he demands, scrambling to his feet.
“Are they...alright?” One of Queen Amidala’s handmaidens asks.
Qui-Gon at least tries to hide his amusement, but Obi-Wan shoots him a dirty look anyway because he can hear the smile in his master’s voice when he says, “Oh yes. This is quite normal.”
It is not normal, thanks.
Odyna howls in agreement.
When Qui-Gon tells them that they’ll have to go into the nearest town to barter or buy the parts needed to fix the ship, Obi-Wan volunteers first. Maybe if he can let Odyna stretch her legs, she’ll calm down.
Instead, the closer they get to Mos Espa proper, the more antsy she becomes until, quite suddenly, she bolts through the streets. Obi-Wan has little choice but to take off after her. It’s almost impossible, of course, to lose a Loth-wolf when they’re that huge, but there’s a sort of strange tight pressure in his chest at having her out of his sight.
He leaves his master and the handmaiden behind without a second thought, but at least he doesn’t have to run far.
Outside a shop that looks as rundown as the other ones, Odyna has stopped and sat down, her tail wagging furiously behind her.
Obi-Wan has a fair few things in mind to yell at her, but all of that gets knocked out of his head when he sees the crystalline figure of a very familiar vulptex standing in the shadow of the loth-wolf.
His breath catches in his throat and he almost loses his balance again when Avarie turns to look at him with those intelligent black eyes, head cocked.
If she’s--if she’s here, then that means--that means--
He stumbles forward until he can kneel in front of his Force animal, hand outstretched.
Suddenly there’s commotion inside the shop and a little boy tears outside holding some sort of rusted pipe over his shoulder threateningly. “Don’t touch her!” the boy yells, brandishing the pipe. “She doesn’t like it, get gone or I’ll make you get gone!”
Obi-Wan blinks. His very first interaction with his soulmate after waiting twenty-five years, and the boy is threatening him.
“You’re mine,” he says dumbly, brain trying to process these impossible events.
It is, of course, the wrong thing to say. If anything, the boy puffs himself up even more. “I’m no one’s!” He yells indignantly. “I’m a person. My name is Anakin Skywalker!”
Obi-Wan holds up his hands in apology. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--I meant that she’s mine. Avarie. She’s my soul.”
Anakin lowers his pipe with narrowed eyes. “How’d you know her name?” he asks suspiciously.
Obi-Wan fights the urge to roll his eyes. He’d never considered that he’d have to win over the trust of his soulmate. “She’s my soul,” he says again slowly, before gesturing to the black and white loth-wolf behind them, who has laid down in the dust, tongue hanging out in response to the heat. “As she is yours.”
“You’re my...soulmate?” Anakin drops the pipe as he looks over Obi-Wan in frank disbelief. “But you’re so….”
Obi-Wan raises a wry eyebrow and grins. He braces himself to hear old, or maybe even male.
But instead his soulmate shocks him again by saying, “....pretty! Are you sure you’re not an angel instead?”
Which, of course, corresponds to his master’s arrival. The maiden with him at least has the decency to cover her smile with her hand. Meanwhile, his master’s smirk is probably going to be burned into his memory forever.
“Yes, Anakin,” Obi-Wan responds. “I promise, I’m your soulmate.”
“Mine,” Anakin says in a wondrous tone. And then, a grin steals across his face and he grabs Obi-Wan's hand. “My soulmate.”
Obi-Wan hopes this isn’t the beginning of that dangerous possessiveness Yoda has spent years lecturing him about.
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“I’m going with him,” Anakin argues, stomping his foot in the Council chambers. Obi-Wan hides his face in his hand. “He’s my master.”
“Anakin, we’ve been over this. You’re much too young for this mission,” Obi-Wan explains gently, as if they don’t have a dozen interested eyes on them.
“I’m twelve!” Anakin will not be deterred. “That’s plenty old!”
“It’s too dangerous,” he tries instead.
“Then you shouldn’t go!”
Obi-Wan wonders if he should try arguing that he’s a twenty-eight year old Jedi Knight, who may go where he pleases. He doesn’t think that’ll go over well with his padawan.
Anakin, he says through their training bond. Do not do this in front of the Council.
Anakin turns to stare mulishly up at him. I want you to be safe.
I will have Odyna with me, Obi-Wan points out, tilting his head in reference to the loth-wolf spread out on the Council Chamber’s floor. And you will have Avarie with you. You will know I am safe. And I will know she is making you sleep and eat and bathe.
Anakin seems to consider this and then crosses his arms, but eventually nods. I don’t like it when she bites me until I go to bed, he grumbles, kicking his feet and glaring over at Avarie, who is dozing between Odyna’s paws.
Obi-Wan fights the urge to chuckle out loud. In truth, he’s a bit jealous that Avarie has figured out a way to get obedience from their soulmate. Half the time, Obi-Wan is still floundering to get simple acknowledgement of a command.
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Many years later, of course, when Anakin is a knight and Obi-Wan a master, he figures out the thing that never fails to get Anakin soft and pliant and relaxed.
It’s kisses.
More specifically, kisses from his soulmate while they’re lying in bed together, sheets tangled around their feet and both of their Force animals in the other room, keeping watch at the door.
#asks#prompt fill#soulmates#obikin#this entire fic took hold because i couldn't stop thinking of a physical representation of anakin's soul just#draped behind obi-wan's chair during council meetings#so hell yeah after he gets a seat on the council#odyna sits behind him and growls loudly when she feels his displeasure#its very intimidating actually mission successes are going through the roof#meanwhile anakin has avarie in his lap shes either dozing off#or she's grooming her paws#which always makes anakin laugh#because 'look master she's as picky about her appearance as you are'#soulmate au
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ahh i can’t decide so how about “you fainted.” and “ that doesn’t sound good. ” for ani and obi?
of course!!! this...got a little away from me (again, oops), but...? post-season 4 finale?? // from these prompts
It was three forty-five in the morning when Anakin got back to his quarters. He would have stayed overnight at Padmé’s if he could—but she had to leave at four on some flight to some important conference or whatever, and he had no intention of staying in her empty apartment. It was too lonely.
Anakin rubbed his eyes, feet dragging comfortably against the carpeted floors. He was wide awake now, but he could maybe sneak in a little more sleep before he really had to get up…maybe work on his speeder, maybe finally get on those upgrades for R2 that he’s been promising for a week…
Anakin rounded the corner and realized that his plans were about to drastically change.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said dumbly.
Obi-Wan was leaning against the doorframe, his head bowed. Arms crossed lightly over himself.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin repeated, walking forward. He frowned to himself. Was he drunk? For a second, Anakin couldn’t help but snicker a little at that—if Obi-Wan was drunk, he’d never let his former master hear the end of it, maybe he should just record the whole thing—
But then Obi-Wan lifted his head, and Anakin stopped short.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmured. “What’re you…”
“What happened to you?” Anakin asked. He rushed forward, staring at the bruises on Obi-Wan’s face, the nasty cut. The bruises—Obi-Wan’s face was dark with them, Anakin unable to tell where he wasn’t green or purple or blue. “What happened?”
“Long story,” Obi-Wan murmured. He lifted his head up to Anakin briefly. “Tell you…later—” He sagged forward, and with a yelp, Anakin shot forward before Obi-Wan could hit the ground. Obi-Wan’s head lolled against Anakin’s shoulder. He was too cold.
Anakin blindly punched in the password for his room, dragged themselves inside. He walked the few steps into the living room, and careful not to jostle Obi-Wan (he didn’t even want to think about anything his former master could be hiding), lowered him onto the couch.
Obi-Wan breathed in suddenly—shuddery, long, then opened his eyes.
“Anakin.”
“Yeah,” Anakin said, sitting across from Obi-Wan. “You fainted.”
Obi-Wan blinked. “I did?”
He got up, stopping halfway before groaning.
“That doesn’t sound so good,” Anakin said, grimacing. He helped Obi-Wan back onto the couch. “Stay still. I’ve got some bacta—” He got up, opening the refresher door. He blindly reached for the bacta and ripping open the package, considered whether calling Vokara Che at four in the morning would be a good idea—when Obi-Wan suddenly said, “He’s alive.”
Anakin turned around.
Obi-Wan was staring up at the ceiling.
“Who?” Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin. “Oh,” he said. “You know.”
Anakin did.
He stared at Obi-Wan, walking toward him. “He…” He sat down with a soft thump. “He did this to you?”
“Not all of it,” Obi-Wan murmured. “Oh, his new…apprentice? Had his fun.”
Anakin’s throat dried. Something in him crackled, burned at the very idea of someone—
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said softly. “The bacta, please.”
Anakin blinked. “Right,” he said. He passed Obi-Wan the bacta patch.
“Thank you.” Obi-Wan turned it over in his hands, propped himself up on a shaky elbow.
Anakin watched, his chest tightening. He waited precisely three seconds before taking the bacta patch from Obi-Wan. Ignoring Obi-Wan’s stare, Anakin jerked his chin at him. “Just show me where to put it. Can’t trust you with this.”
“I’m not—”
“I know,” Anakin snapped. “I know you can take care of it yourself, but just…” He looked at Obi-Wan. It was hard to actually look at him. He didn’t think he had ever seen Obi-Wan look this battered before. Not even after Geonosis. Or Zyggeria. Or…other things.
Anakin lowered his eyes. “So just tell me where to take care of it,” he muttered. “I’ll call Vokara Che—”
“Oh, don’t bother her now—”
“Later, then.” Anakin swallowed. “So just let me.”
For a moment, Anakin thought Obi-Wan would protest—but then he pulled up his tunic, just enough for Anakin to see the dark mottled bruises. There had to be a few broken ribs.
Eyes burning, Anakin pressed down the bacta patch. “Next time,” he muttered. “Don’t just collapse at my door. Give me a warning or something.”
“Yes, Anakin.”
“And stop running into trouble.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“And—and—” Anakin tossed aside the bacta patch wrapper. “Stop giving me heart attacks—I’m too young to have them.”
“My, my,” Obi-Wan said, smiling lightly. “Feels good, doesn’t it? To be on the other end of this?”
Anakin scowled, but he extended Obi-Wan a hand. When Obi-Wan just looked at him, Anakin said, “Sleep in my bed. I’m not letting you take the couch.”
“That’s really not—”
“Don’t argue with me on this.”
Obi-Wan sighed.
Anakin got Obi-Wan to the bed eventually—Obi-Wan leaning heavily into his side, Anakin making sure not to touch him anywhere near his ribs.
“You can be quite aggressive sometimes,” Obi-Wan said at last. “Did you know?”
“I wonder why,” Anakin muttered. He helped Obi-Wan into the bed. “Tomorrow—I’m calling Vokara Che.”
“I’m sure.”
Anakin shook his head and turned to walk out of the room. He got to the door when Obi-Wan called, “Anakin.”
Anakin paused. “What?” he asked roughly.
He could hear Obi-Wan’s smile in his voice—a weary smile, but a smile nonetheless—when he said, “Thank you.”
Anakin turned back around. Obi-Wan was smiling, the exact weary kind that Anakin knew.
“Yeah, well,” Anakin said, scuffing his foot against the ground. “Don’t collapse at anyone else’s doors from now on.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“Don’t just try,” Anakin said. “Do.”
“Alright, Master Yoda.”
Anakin managed a small laugh at that—that was funny. He looked at Obi-Wan again, relieved to find that he was already going to sleep.
“’Night,” Anakin whispered, and he closed the door.
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Anakin is sent to negotiate with Gardulla the Hutt bc of the success of the Jabba mission (no one in the Council knows Gardulla used to own him)
editor’s note: there is actually a fic that came from this, by the lovely @primeemeraldheiress! here is the link
this one is SUPER angsty, sorry in advance, i missed the original conversation about this prompt and when i got back online everyone was yelling about it, when i read what they did i was in *shock*. like ow. anyways have fun
After being so helpful in rescuing Jabba the Hutt's son, Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan end up being sent on a mission to help Gardulla the Hutt because Anakin hasn't told anyone about his history with her
Possible reactions from Gardulla:
"Skywalker? I owned a human like that, her brat always caused trouble. Good riddance!"
What if she decides that since he's back in her territory that means he belongs to her again
.....gardulla hears him try to call obi-wan master and tries to buy anakin from him (Gardulla asking if obi-wan is anakin's master and anakin being in such a messed up mental space that he says yes, trusting that Obi-wan won’t let her buy him)
Obi-Wan wondering why Anakin is being so specifically arsey with this Hutt. "Force you're worse with her than you were with Jabba."
"Oh yeah, she bought me and my mother. I think I have a reason to dislike her."
The council meeting afterwards where obi-wan rails on the council...
Obi-Wan suddenly getting a horrible feeling whenever Anakin calls him master because he's known the contexts were different but now it is real and in his face
Like it's a different thing for Obi-Wan to know his padawan used to be a slave compared to looking his padawan's former master in the eye and seeing her current slaves.
Anakin manages to control himself in the throne room but the whole way there and back he can't help worrying that one of the really old lash scars that curls around his shoulder will be noticed, that his identity as a former slave will be exposed
anakin not being able to call obi-wan master on tatooine like. point blank. he starts addressing him as master and just. flinches.
anakin usually wears his heart on his sleeves right?? always shows his emotions, feelings, all that. Well, the closer they get to gardulla's palace the blanker his face gets
Ahsoka calls Anakin master and Anakin just grits out a "Please don't call me that, not here."
Obi-Wan suddenly realising why Anakin comes across as arrogant as times. He's spent his entire life trying to up his value because there's safety in value.
Anakin telling them not to use the name "Skywalker" while they're in the palace
Anakin's accent shifts so entirely to the point where it almost sounds like Obi-Wan's because he's so determined to not slip into old roles
Anakin having to be physically held back from getting into a physical fight. Not even using his lightsaber, he just wants to fight
Or, alternatively, all the fight just going out of Anakin because he knows, here, it'll just make everything worse. So he's almost.... compliant and it freaks everyone out
Ex. from @youngcreativenerdgoddess: Obi-Wan is terrified. His former padawan is the most resigned he’s ever been. He looks so....defeated. A look one would never expect on the vaunted “Hero with no fear”. All the fight was gone from him, and that scared him more than anything else in this force-damned war had.
Obi-Wan actually being the one about to lose his temper and then Anakin just puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him there's no point.
Consider: instead of anakin being angry he was sent on the mission, being resigned because of course he was, he knew Gardulla bes
Anakin comes across as an almost perfect Jedi for once in his life and in the context it is horrifying
Anakin’s report to the council is so matter of fact because he thought they knowingly sent him on the mission because of his past experience with Gardulla
Obi-Wan finds Anakin writing what he thinks is a CV then he sees the numbers next to it and it is his estimated value--"for the gardulla mission, if she finds out who I am she'll try to rebuy me"
After the mission, from @jasontoddiefor: "Failed you, we have," Yoda said, his voice full of grief, and Obi-Wan watched in horror as Anakin only titled his head, for once looking his age and not the years the war has aged him.
"What do you mean?" Anakin asked, not understanding.
Examples of bits and pieces from this prompt:
Ex. from jasontodiefor: Anakin in the corner of her palace having a breakdown because he remembers memories he had thought gone, his mother's shouting and the tearful begging and the pain, pain, pain and he hadn't meant to break the vase, it had been an accident, please stop it hurts, Mom-
jasontodiefor: "A game of chance."
"What?"
Anakin doesn't look up from his hands, doesn't meet Obi-Wan's eyes. He hadn't since they'd arrived here. "I'd still be here like them if not for a game of chance. I'd be worth more than just a few credits too. Force-sensitive, young, good with mechanics, pretty-"
Ex. from Ro: Obi-Wan has never seen Anakin this silent before. There were nights before, when they were both younger, Obi-Wan himself still trying to heal from Qui-Gon's death and Anakin trying to get used to the temple. And Anakin would get quiet, but he was never this stone cold silent. Never this blank. He's so emotional, Obi-Wan's former padawan (his child), so open with his heart on his sleeve. There is none of that here, none of that bright boy. Anakin doesn't fight it, and that is the thing that worries Obi-Wan the most, because when Anakin doesn't like something he fights, he lashes out with teeth and sticks his heels in. But in this, he is resigned. (Anakin doesn't let Ashoka off the ship. She fights and argues but Anakin doesn't move, doesn't joke. He stands firm with it and Obi-Wan watches.
"Master, I—"
Anakin flinches, "You're staying on the ship, Ahsoka, that's final." She huffs and leaves, and the only thing Obi-Wan can see is how relieved Anakin looks. There is something wrong here, but Anakin has never liked talking about Tatooine, and Obi-Wan has never pushed.) Obi-Wan has never hated a mission more.
Another ex from jasontodiefor: "But-"
"You're young," Anakin interrupts her sharply. Ahsoka hates it when he cuts her off. It doesn't happen too often, mostly on the battlefield when he's barking orders at everyone. If anything, he lets her speak out of tune more often than he should or other Masters would, but right now his voice doesn't leave any room for agreement. "Young, underage actually, and female, that's the first 10K. Extra five if they don't sell you as inexperienced, and only stupid slavers would do that, but as a virgin."
Ahsoka pales. Anakin's voice is harsh, but there is an almost easy flow to his words, as if he had recited them in his head over and over again. "Force sensitive, that's next. Another 8K regularly, but you're a Jedi, so that's 20K. A Padawan, mind you, but you're a known face next to mine and Obi-Wan's. Obi-Wan would fetch 40 for his status as a Jedi and councilor alone. And you're a Togruta, you sell better than a human girl. I'd add another 6 for that."
You sell better. Not you would, there's nothing hypothetical about this, Ahsoka realizes. Anakin's narrowing down what would happen to her if somebody just managed to grab her lightsabers, to put a collar around her throat and cut her off from all that she had ever known. "Now, that's just your base value," Anakin continues. "You're also a pretty good mechanic and pilot, though the latter makes your flight risk much higher. Given how dangerous you are, let's say 10K. You're a strong fighter, so you could probably get another 8K in the arena, perhaps a little more depending on what planet you're sold on. Your political value also can't be overlooked. You fight at the front and know much more about the war effort as a whole and that's worth much more, probably another 15." Anakin holds up his fingers like he's counting apples and now how much people would be willing to brand her as theirs. "So we're roughly at 70. That's not bad at all. Not as much as Obi-Wan or I would get, but it's more than enough. You're not coming on this mission. End of discussion."
#WOW THIS ONE HURTS#OKAY MOP REALLY WENT THERE#star wars#clone wars#tcw#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#ahsoka tano#star wars angst#clone wars angst#the clone wars#tatooine slave culture#tatooine#gardulla the hutt#angst#fic snippet#snippet#master yoda#hurts#hurt comfort#hurt/comfort#ahsoka#anakin#obi wan
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Can you tell us how Edmund reacts to his son being a complete idiot in love ?🥺
Oh Edmund thinks it's VERY sweet that his son is such a human disaster around Kate.
(I'm gonna stick to my teen AU for this because we're actually getting some Edmund POV eventually in When Anthony met Kate)
Edmund cannot stop chuckling to himself when he comes home and sees Anthony studying for Geography, practically hanging off every word Kate says. It's only later that he remembers Anthony doesn't even take Geography.
And it's really very sweet when Anthony wins his Rugby games and he happily spins his not girlfriend around as she wears his spare Jersey. And the way Anthony's ears go red when he puts her down and stands in front of her his hands in his hair nervously is very endearing. As Edmund finds himself whispering "Kiss her, mate! Go on, you can do it!" Supporting his son from a distance, wincing as Anthony slips on the wet grass, Katie Sheffield's arms darting out to catch him only to be dragged down with him. "Oh you've slipped over. That's okay too you can get her next time."
And as sweet as it is that Anthony seems a little head over heels in love with Katie, it's also a little worrying because Anthony is the kind of kid who devotes himself 100% to something, and he will see t through until the bitter end. and that's a little worrying because Anthony's 17 and when he eventually does stumble out the words to ask the girl out they seem very... committed is probably the best word, and Edmund can hardly judge because he met Violet at 18 and they fell stupidly in love and everyone said they were too young as well. But it's very different to watch your child do the same.
now some of you were asking for Edmund and Violet's side of Anthony's impromptu little sleepover so here it is
At first, Edmund hadn't noticed anything amiss on Saturday morning. He'd risen early, to Hyacinth crying softly in her crib and told Violet to go back to sleep. He'd done, as he usually did and checked on his younger children as he made his way through the corridor, Gregory leaping from bed, his little glasses shoved on his face excitedly as he clambered onto Edmund's shoulders to go downstairs and make pancakes for everyone else. And maybe it made him a bad parent, but he usually left his older boys to their own devices until they meandered downstairs after 9. They were getting older, Anthony was practically an adult now, and they deserved some privacy, Edmund remembered a little too well what it was like to be a teenage boy.
And so until Violet walked downstairs and frowned when she saw him, he didn't assume there was anything wrong.
"Are you here? I thought you'd gone out?"
Edmund himself frowned, his voice bewildered "No? Why would you assume that?"
"The car's not in the drive." and Edmund's heart stopped, his eyes darting around the kitchen looking for the keys he was sure he had left on the counter. Nothing. Panic rising in his chest as he looked for signs that anything else had been taken again nothing.
"Fuck! have we been robbed?!" Edmund said gesturing around a little wildly with his spatula ignoring Gregory's chirped Swear Jar Daddy!
Violet shrugged calmly, she was always calm when it mattered, walked from the room, no doubt to look around and let out a noise halfway between a squeal and a sigh. Panic racing through Edmund, his heart pounding as he rushed through the house.
"What happened?!" He said a little breathlessly, frowning a little when he saw Violet looking down at her phone of all things.
"Well I think we know where the car is." She said lightly, passing the phone to Edmund. He looked curiously down at it, his stomach doing an odd little flutter when he recognised Anthony's yoda pyjamas, his hair sticking up in all directions in the most adorable embrace with his girlfriend Edmund had ever seen.
"I should be cross, but that's really very sweet." Violet said sighing a little, and honestly Edmund had to agree but even with the innocence of the situation he'd have to talk to Anthony.
His own phone rang minutes later the name Tom Sheffield flashing on the screen. Edmund took a deep breath, bracing himself to deal with the irate father of a teenage girl who thought his son was some kind of sex pest.
"Hi Tom." Edmund said as he picked up the phone wincing a little.
"Edmund, you need to have a chat with that boy of yours about respecting boundaries! And when it’s appropriate to be found in a girl’s bed by her father!” Thomas Sheffield said irritatedly by way of greeting. Edmund winced, well that wasn't ideal, Anthony would be lucky if he wasn't banned from the Sheffield home altogether.
"Mate, I'm so sorry, we had no idea he was going to go over there and try anything. I'm sorry if you feel Katie's been disrespected. Do you think they were...?" He cut himself off unable to ask the question.
“No, they didn’t bless him he had his yoda pyjamas on and it was very sweet actually but still!” Thomas sighed. Edmund cleared his throat, a little relieved that he at least didn't have to apologise for his son having defiled his girlfriend (all normal teen behaviour of course) in an environment where her younger sister could have walked in at any time.
"Right, Well I'll be talking to Anthony about this, Sorry again."
Another sigh, "Obviously don't tell him I said this, I want him to be a little frightened of me, but he's a good kid and I don't think he was trying anything. Katie gets a little... stressed when it rains and think he was just trying to comfort her. You've raised a good kid Edmund."
Edmund's heart pounding as he said
"Thanks Tom, Your Katie's a great girl."
By the time Anthony arrived home, Edmund was waiting for him in the kitchen the rest of the family distracted by Violet upstairs, and the poor boy looked miserable.
"Your Mother and I were worried sick, son." And they had been for 45 seconds, about the car mostly but even so. Anthony ducked his head his cheeks burning.
"I wasn't trying to...It wasn't like that. Katie just... she called me and she was really nervous because of the storm and Dad, I didn't know what else to do I just wanted to help her." His voice sounded small, weak. and Edmund's heart ached at the innocence of it all. At the sweetness of the boy he'd raised. He sighed.
"And I get that Anthony, it's very admirable. But Mate, you can't sneak into people's houses. Or out of this one without letting Mum and Me know okay? We were just worried something had happened."
Anthony nodded, silence filling the room. Edmund cleared his throat awkwardly for the next part.
"Anthony, when we like girls, or boys, or anyone, It's pretty normal to want to-" Anthony looked up a little appalled.
"Dad, Please! I know all of this! And I'm- we're not-" Anthony spluttered his cheeks bright red.
Edmund cleared his throat again awkwardly. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, Anthony, but sex is normal but your Mother and want you to be safe so she wanted me to give you these." He slid a box of condoms towards his son, his own cheeks burning in embarrassment, almost as much as Anthony's.
"Dad," He whined, "Why can't you just tell me not to like a normal Dad?!" His eyes were fixed on his slippers.
"because that doesn't work Mate, and if you're going to be in a relationship, you're going to protect yourself and her." Silence again before Anthony nodded.
"Good. Now get upstairs but remember Anthony, we respect women in this family. You ask for consent before you touch her and you listen to what she says." Edmund finished firmly.
Anthony, who had turned away his cheeks burning suddenly looked back at Edmund with an incredibly intense look on his face.
"Dad, I respect Katie. I think I love her, actually, I'd never do anything to hurt her."
And as he watched Anthony walk quietly upstairs Edmund wondered if maybe he wasn't such a bad parent after all.
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Something I've noticed recently over the past few months is this trend where people have been diagnosing Anakin with narcissistic personality disorder instead of C-PTSD or BPD, the more commonly seen diagnoses. I personally disagree, but I wanted to hear your "two sense" on the matter if you will, you're one of the best meta-writers on this site.
It’s because people don’t like Anakin as presented on screen. They want Anakin to be as selfish and arrogant as possible so they can blame him from everything that happened. If it’s ALL about Anakin than everyone else can be left off the hook.
Anakin ‘I don’t want to be a problem’ Skywalker is clearly narcissistic. I mean, he fits all the signs:
Have a sense of entitlement and require constant, excessive admiration
“Ten years in this place, and still he was an object of interest. Of speculation. All their hopes and dreams hanging on him like decorations on a bantha skeleton at Boonta Eve. He hated it.” [Clone Wars: Wild space, Karen Miller]
Have an exaggerated sense of self-importance
“You would forgo your destiny for Padmé?”
Anakin’s brows beetled in anger. “I never claimed to be the Chosen One. That was Qui-Gon. Even the Council doesn’t believe it anymore, so why should you?” [ James Luceno. Labyrinth of Evil]
Expect to be recognized as superior even without achievements that warrant it
Anakin bumped his hand against [Obi-wan]. “Wait. Just—wait.” Embarrassed, he took a deep breath. “Look. Don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just—it’s the mission, right? That’s what matters. So—”
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s whisper sounded amused. “It’s fine. I was about to suggest it myself when the droids turned up.”
“You were?”
“Play to your strengths and minimize your weaknesses. That’s how a battle is won. That’s how we’ll win the war.”
Anakin had to smile. I should’ve known he wouldn’t take it personally. “Yeah. So—once I’m up and over and nobody raises the alarm, give me a five-count then follow. I’ll give you the best Force boost I can. Not that you’ll need much. Your leap was only a meter and a half behind Master Windu’s. Remember?”
Obi-Wan gave a breathy chuckle. “I remember I had nosebleeds for a week afterward. Don’t ever feel bad for being extraordinary, Anakin. Now off you go. We don’t have all night.” [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
Take advantage of others to get what they want
“He thought of how unflinchingly loyal Anakin was to anyone he considered a friend.” [Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith]
Exaggerate achievements and talents
He was the Chosen One, they told him. He was supposed to bring balance to the Force. Anakin thought that some little extra support might go with being the Chosen One, a helping hand or at least some understanding from the Jedi Council, but instead he was passed around like an unwelcome burden, ending up with Qui-Gon Jinn and then Kenobi because nobody else would have him. His chosen status meant less than nothing; it felt more like a stigma. And they wondered why he was difficult at times. Maybe they didn’t want balance, whatever that was. Maybe nobody liked a Jedi who was that different. He felt like an embarrassment to them. I do everything you ask of me. I try so hard. When is it going to be enough? When are you going to say, “Okay, Anakin Skywalker, you’re good enough”? Karen Traviss’s The Clone Wars
Be preoccupied with fantasies about success, power, brilliance, beauty or the perfect mate
Impatience. Concern. Relief. Loneliness. Weariness. And grief, not yet healed. Such a muddle of emotions. Such a weight on [Anakin]’s shoulders. Months of brutal battle had left [Ahsoka] drained and nearly numb, but it was worse for Anakin. He was a Jedi general with countless lives entrusted to his care, and every life damaged or lost he counted as a personal failure. For other people he found forgiveness; for himself there was none. For himself there was only anger at not meeting his own exacting standards. [Karen Miller’s Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
Believe they are superior and can only associate with equally special people
It’s not just Skywalker’s rank that makes us give him one hundred percent. It’s because he treats us with respect, and he puts himself on the line with us.” [The Clone Wars by Karen Traviss]
Monopolize conversations and belittle or look down on people they perceive as inferior
Having worked their way around the village, finding nothing to wake their uneasily sleeping sense of alarm, Obi-Wan and Anakin returned to the beaten-dirt square and the charter house. Its doors were open now and a woman who had to be Teeba Brandeh stood on the broad step, hands on her narrow hips, watching the children scatter across the square to play a proper game of kickball. Grinning, without bothering to ask if he might, or if it were wise, or if they had the time to spare, so independent these days, Anakin jogged to join them. After a moment’s amazed hesitation the children welcomed him with squeals of delight, rough-and-tumbled him into their midst and made him one of their own. Obi-Wan shook his head. “He’s nice,” said the girl with the bracelet and the ragged hair, wandering over to stand beside him. “Don’t be cross with him, Teeb Yavid.” Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege
“Oh, no,” said Anakin, grinning. “It was fun too.”
May the Force give me strength. “And that business with the boy? Because when I said no heavy lifting I—” Anakin’s amusement vanished.
“He wasn’t heavy. These younglings are skin and bone. I look at them and—” He clenched his jaw. ”Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege
Expect special favors and unquestioning compliance with their expectations
[Anakin] did not like the fact that he had won. It seemed wrong that he had stepped so far out of line, and yet had been retained as a Padawan. He did not like the unease this victory, if victory it was, produced in him. Above all weaknesses, arrogance was the most costly. They keep me here because I have potential they’ve never seen before. They keep me in training because they’re curious to see what I can do. I feel like a rich man who never knows whether his friends are true-or whether they just want his money. This was a particularly galling thought, and certainly neither true nor fair. Why do they put up with me, then? Why do I keep testing them? [Greg Bear’s Rogue Planet]
Have an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others
“I’m sorry. I’m not normally this stupid. I just—” And then she felt her face crumple and heard herself sob. Her knees buckled and she began to sink toward the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she choked. “Don’t mind me. I’m fine.” [Anakin] caught her before she tumbled completely. Lifted her without effort and carried her to the sofa. Boneless and unprotesting, she let him. Let her face turn to his roughly shirted, dirty chest and howled her rage and shame against him. Dimly, she felt his hand warm and comforting on her back and heard his soft voice saying, over and over, “It’s all right. It’s all right. You’re safe now. It’s all right.” The crazy thing was that she did feel safe. For the first time since those Separatist blaster bolts seared the air and sand of Niriktavi Bay, since she saw her friends and colleagues slaughtered, she felt safe. Then, abruptly, she felt mortified. What was she doing? Weeping like a child all over a man young enough to be her son? Where was her pride? She shifted away from him, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize,” he said gently. “You’ve got a right to be upset. Now, where’s that medkit?”Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth
Be envious of others and believe others envy them
The Jedi Council didn’t want me, either. Being the Chosen One didn’t count for anything. Master Yoda wouldn’t train me, or Windu. Every member of the Jedi Council had had something more pressing to do than help him work out what this terrible, galaxy-changing power of his meant, and how he should live in its shadow. He still wasn’t sure. Anakin recalled standing there in that grand, polished Jedi Council Chamber, surrounded by what felt like fear, and disdain, and bewilderment—who were those Masters to feel bewildered, that the only person there who cared if he lived or died was Master Qui-Gon Jinn. [Karen Traviss. The Clone Wars]
[Anakin] had worried that Obi-Wan did not have room for him in his heart. But Shmi’s smile rose in Anakin’s mind. Hearts have infinite room, my son. JUDE WATSON’S THE TRAIL OF THE JEDI
Behave in an arrogant or haughty manner, coming across as conceited, boastful and pretentious
The fear and dread in her face eased, just a little. “You’re a very sweet young man, Anakin Skywalker.” [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
[Anakin] humbles me, sometimes. He makes me feel small. He can’t see a broken thing without wanting to fix it. [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
“I don’t know,” she said, floundering. “I can’t say I’ve ever given the Jedi much thought. I mean, not as individuals. I never expected to meet one—let alone two. I don’t tend to go places where your skills are needed. But—well—you’re gentle.” [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]
Insist on having the best of everything — for instance, the best car or office
“I’m not giving him to you,” [Anakin]’d told her. “He’s not even really mine to give; when I built him, I was a slave, and everything I did belonged to Watto. Cliegg Lars bought him along with my mother; Owen gave him back to me, but I’m a Jedi. I have renounced possessions. I guess that means he’s free now. What I’m really doing is asking you to look after him for me.”
“Look after him?”
“Yes. Maybe even give him a job. He’s a little fussy,” he’d admitted, “and maybe I shouldn’t have given him quite so much self-consciousness—he’s a worrier—but he’s very smart, and he might be a real help to a big-time diplomat … like, say, a Senator from Naboo?”Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith
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Suicidal Misunderstanding AU Part V (SW Time Travel AU #27)
Part I - - - - - Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IV
After a meandering walk through what felt like every path the hanging gardens and marsh pools had to offer, Obi-Wan stopped to lean against a stone wall.
“Obi-Wan? Are you ready to stop and eat something? As nice as this has been, I’m getting hungry and I’m guessing you are too.”
Anakin was only being a little sarcastic. It had genuinely been nice to peacefully spend the day with Obi-Wan like this- they hadn’t been to the marsh habitats since the war started. He had resigned himself to watching Obi-Wan enthusiastically greet every wandering knight, master, and elder who they passed.
It was actually starting to become impressive- Anakin never realized how many members of the Order his Master was friendly with- no wonder he was given a seat on the high council! But after the last heartfelt clasping of hands with a completely unfamiliar Bothan (thankfully for Anakin’s petty jealousy, Obi-Wan wasn’t hugging everyone), Anakin had asked who the knight was.
Obi Wan frowned. “No idea. But I suppose I must have seen him somewhere.”
Anakin was no longer feeling impressed.
When a group of crechelings wandered by, Obi-Wan appeared briefly overwhelmed with emotion. His shields (apparently even better drunken than sober) didn’t let anything specific slip. But he knew Obi-Wan was feeling something intensely. Bizarrely, instead of saying hello, Obi-Wan hurried out and away with Anakin dragged behind, bringing them back to the stone wall and their skipped breakfast.
“Not yet.” Obi-Wan responded hoarsely. “I want to visit the Room of A Thousand Fountains first, and say a few more goodbyes.”
“Goodbyes?” Anakin asked, a slight chill running down his back. “We’re not shipping back out until the end of the week. Do you always say goodbye to everyone this thoroughly before redeployment?”
“No. Do you think I should have?” Obi-Wan frowned. “I feel like that would have been more upsetting than anything else.”
“Ok then, why are you saying goodbye now? To the whole order?”
Obi-Wan didn’t reply, he just pushed off the wall to continue on his quest to apparently visit every corner of the temple.
“Master, please, you’re worrying me. If you won’t eat, then let me take you to the Healing Halls so they can check you over for drugs. We can visit the fountains after.”
Obi-Wan finally paused, thinking that over. “I would like to see Bant. She should be there, right?”
Bant did end up being there, and was more touched than disturbed by Obi-Wan’s sincere joy to see her. While Obi-Wan wandered the halls greeting injured Knights, she ran several tests.
“As far as I can tell, all you had last night was human-appropriate alcohol. No force-user specific drug interactions, and no traces of Spice. It’s possible there’s something I missed, but your force presence doesn’t feel off balance in the manner I specifically associate with drug-induced altered perception. Your blood sugar is a little low and you’re somewhat dehydrated, especially considering you’re in the temple, not out on a mission.”
“I’ll take care of my physical needs after I visit the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Just because a vision isn’t purely induced by the force doesn’t mean I can’t draw meaning from it. I do appreciate how you always looked out for me though, Bant. I’ve missed your fussing.” Obi-Wan smiled, clasping one of her hands in his.
Bant sighed, “If Master Yoda wasn’t off world I’d urge you to talk to him. I haven’t seen you this shaken by a vision since we were younglings. Even if you do seem to be handling it fairly... calmly.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that someday. I might be wrong, but I think he’ll be happy to learn about-” Obi-Wan gestured around vaguely, “all this. I’ll talk to him at some point. I’m sure of it.”
She glanced over at Anakin, who had been a quietly looming shadow the whole visit. He seemed both relieved by the diagnosis as well as bewildered. “Can I speak to you privately?”
Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin stalked out of the test room.
She scrutinized him, worry more obvious now, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you slipping tenses this whole time. You’re still not sure where your vision ends and reality begins, are you? Do you even know when you are?”
Obi-Wan looked down. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I’m just...enjoying not fully living in the moment. I have every intention of waking up.”
“Yeah, that’s a BIG red flag, Obi-Wan. Force.” She tilted her head back and forth, examining him with obvious concern. “I am scheduling an appointment for a soul healer and you are going to go, understand?” She demanded.
Obi-Wan agreed far too easily. She reluctantly let him leave with an earnest promise to eat something real.
Obi-Wan came outside to find Anakin pacing.
“I’m glad you’re still here,” he told his former Padawan, ignoring the ache in his chest.
“Of course Ori’vod,” Anakin said, ducking his head with a shy smile. “What did Bant say?”
“She wants me to eat something real and visit a soul healer.” Obi-Wan sighed. “Well, I can do at least one of those things.”
“A soul healer! She thinks you’re crazy?” Anakin asked offended.
“First of all, you don’t have to be unstable to visit a soul healer. I’ve seen them in the past, when there wasn’t as much wrong with me. I’m sorry if I led you to believe you couldn’t seek out help for your problems.” Obi-Wan said. Another mistake.
“I-I know that. I just thought, you know, Jedi can be judgmental of that sort of thing. A good Jedi is supposed to be able to just, meditate stuff away.” Anakin said bitterly.
Obi-Wan thought furiously. Was this why he had been so blindsided by Anakin’s fall? Had his padawan been so afraid of judgement that he hid all of the warning sides of his struggles with darkness? Maybe he could ask Owen for some sort of petty assistance when he brought over bantha milk next time, to demonstrate to young Luke that it was ok to ask for help. No, he was probably still too young for those sorts of lessons to have much meaning. The insight would require meditation, when he was more sober.
Unsure how ‘Anakin’ would respond, Obi-Wan tentatively said, “You’re right, that some Jedi might judge for seeking such aid. But I think in the last years of the war, that sort of opinion became less and less common. After all, an ideal Jedi shouldn’t be leading an army. I don’t know if anyone can be perfect during war, let alone a peacekeeper.”
When that failed to garner positive or negative reply, Obi-Wan let out a breath. “It hardly matters, since I can’t exactly visit a therapist, let alone a soul healer, given my present living conditions.”
Anakin seemed to process that, giving Obi-Wan a long, searching look. “What’s your next point?”
“Hmm?”
“You said first of all, and I think that was all one thing, so what’s your second point?”
“Not exactly being able to visit a soul healer regularly doesn’t count as a separate retort?”
“I guess? I’m just trying to understand what you’re trying to tell me” A twinge of frustration crept into Anakin’s otherwise level tone.
"I appreciate that, truly, and I regret the number of hurtful miscommunications that sprung up from me failing to do just that. Well, I suppose, by most reasonable standards, I am ‘crazy.’ Getting some help with unraveling my mind would probably be best, if it were an option, but it isn’t so...” Obi-Wan shrugged.
Before any followup questions could be asked, they finally arrived at the main entrance to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The archway was stunning, water flowing upwards along the stone in intricate, shifting tessellations. When they stepped through, Obi-Wan was delighted to see Mace Windu sitting on a bench by the entrance.
“Mace! I was hoping to see you.”
Mace looked at him. He seemed at first, to be utterly unsurprised by the duo’s arrival. But the longer he stared, the more visible shock overtook his features. “Master Koon recommended I look for you...force what happened.”
Obi-Wan just chuckled. “Oh you know. What didn’t happen.”
“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked urgently. “What do you see, Master Windu?”
Obi-Wan tried to wave them both off, laugh a little more forced. “Please, I came here to relax. I’m sure it would be easier to say what’s not wrong with-”
“Kark it, Obi-Wan this isn’t a joking matter.” Master Windu’s voice was calm, but insistent. He slowly started approaching Obi-Wan as though the fellow council member were a feral loth-cat.
“You look as if...nearly every shatter point around you has broken open. Force, I think you’ve been carrying some of these with you since you were a child. Usually when things that deep break...And some of these- some of these are too big to have just affected you.” Mace hesitantly reached forward, brushing against something invisible.
A chill ran down Anakin’s spine, again. What the kriff did Obi-Wan see in his vision? Last night he mentioned the temple burning, their rooms turned to ash, and Anakin had just...let that go in favor of greedily spending time with this addictively affectionate version of Obi-Wan.
“Mace...” Obi-Wan groaned. “I had been wondering what you might say to me but this is...please, can’t you just give me a hug and let me enjoy the peace for one more hour.”
“Master Kenobi,” Mace said, seeming to revert to an even more serious version of himself. “What I see cracked open around you is bigger than the reemergence of the Sith on Naboo, bigger than the first battle of Genosis. Whatever has happened, you cannot possibly keep it to yourself, practically or morally.”
To the shock of both Windu and Skywalker, Obi-Wan actually rolled his eyes at that. “Mace. You are not telling me anything I do not already know. And I am choosing to spend a little longer enjoying the unique joys of the Temple before dealing with the harshness of reality. Haven’t I earned a small break? I’m not abandoning my duty, but if I don’t take care of myself where I can I’ll go madder than I already have.”
At no point did Obi-Wan’s voice get whiny or upset, he just calmly dropped a series of bombshells like he was repeating an argument.
Mace and Anakin exchanged glances, but if Mace was trying to communicate something, it was utterly lost on Anakin.
“Alright, Master Kenobi. I trust your judgement.”
And, to Anakin’s shock, Mace pulled Obi-Wan for a tight hug. “And I care about you, Obi-Wan.”
For a brief, hysterical moment, Anakin Skywalker wondered if he was about to witness his Master break down crying on the shoulder of Mace Windu the Master of the Jedi Order.
But Obi-Wan just let out a slow breath and returned the embrace before bowing deeply in Respect. Windu returned the bow with a placid expression.
“If you’ll excuse me...I think I’d like to stand by the waterfall alone for a moment.” He paused, turning to address Anakin. “If you’re willing to wait for me, I’ll happily rejoin you by the glowing mushrooms.” Anakin nodded silently and Obi-Wan beamed before leaving the two alone together.
Mace turned to the young knight in a silent demand for answers, and, for once, Anakin was eager to share what he was dealing with. “He came back drunk last night, talking about the temple burning down, and being well-”
“Unusually emotionally expressive?” Mace offered.
Anakin nodded. “Took a blood sample to analyze in the morning. He woke determined to hug every sentient being in the temple. I actually managed to get him to the halls just before we came here; Master Eerin said there was nothing in his system and...I just don’t know. He’s been off today, but not in a bad way, exactly. Could a vision have caused the shattering you saw?
Mace furrowed his brow. “Not any vision like I’ve ever seen but...these are dark times. And Master Kenobi has had historically bad luck. If some new cataclysm is coming for us- I absolutely believe he’d be the first of us to stumble into it. Something terrible and extraordinary must have happened in the 24 hours since I last saw him in person.”
A beat passed.
“I should go to the mushrooms before I lose track of him,” Anakin said quietly.
Mace nodded. “Skywalker, if you need assistance dragging him back to the healers for whatever reason, comm me, understood?”
“Understood. Master Koon said the same.” the Knight replied, heart pounding.
The Windu clasped him on the shoulder firmly, "I’m going to check in with Master Eerin. It’s possible she has some suspicions that my observations will help her confirm. Until then...”
“I’ll look out for him.” Anakin promised.
Part VI
#star wars#suicidal misunderstanding au#star wars au no 27#my au#sw#time travel#obi wan kenobi needs a hug#oh boy we are BUILDING towards the#angst#it 1am#lol im supposed to work tomorrow but ive said that before#thank you everyone for being supportive im glad youre all hyperventilating with me over this sad boy
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Rekindling
Part Two of The Necklace (2/3)
Read Part One Here
Obi-Wan x Reader (f)
Warnings: none; fluff and angst
Word Count: 1.4k
Based on this Request:
“If you still need that inspiration... maybe an obi-wan thing where he makes the reader a beautiful necklace when they were young padawans and they get separated bc reader goes om a long mission but when they meet again as adults she still wears it and then he confesses his feelings (a bit of anakin teasing his master about his obvious feelings sprinkled in perhaps😂)”
A/N: Like part one, parts in italics are flashbacks! Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you like Part Two! Thanks again to @katevino for the request!
My tags are also now open for anyone who would like to be added! Also my requests are currently open!
Part three will be posted Thursday and will contain smut so this can be read as a two part fic or a three part fic. This one reads like it can be the end even though there is another part coming!
“When are you leaving?” he asked you, tears threatening to fall as they filled the corners of his eyes.
“Tomorrow morning,” you reply unable to meet his gaze so you keep your eyes fixed on the pattern of the tiles on the floor.
“How long will you be gone?” he sniffles, looking back up to you. He puffs out his chest slightly, like he’s trying to prevent strength and you don’t know if that’s for your or his sake.
“Indefinitely,” you respond after a sharp intake of breath to steady your breathing. “Master Yoda said it’s more like a relocation than one mission. I’m to accompany my Master as he is needed on Alderaan. Obi-Wan, I don’t have a choice.”
You weren’t children anymore, and it was so incredibly foolish of you both to have allowed your feelings to overcome you both this way. He had only just returned from Tatooine, the Jedi Consul meeting with Qui Gon-Jinn and the boy they brought back as the two of you spoke. Silent looks of desperation and sadness exchanged between the two of you. You were already torn apart once, and now just as he returns back to you, you are being sent away again.
“Let’s run away together,” he says suddenly, taking your hands.
“Obi-Wan…”
“We can leave the Order,” he begins quickly, letting his emotions completely take control. “We can move far away from here and just be together. We can get married, and just not have to hide anything. I want you, and I always have. I’d leave right now if you wanted. I care more about you than anything else in this lifetime. We can go to Naboo- I know you said you’d always wanted to visit and I promise you it’s beautiful.”
“Obi-Wan,” you say shaking your head, cutting him off. You keep your eyes closed tightly, trying to keep tears from spilling uncontrollably. “No.”
He sighs, but his breath is so shaky. You both are trying your best to find composure. “I’m sorry,” he says finally, resting his forehead against your own.
“I’m going to miss you,” you say, and you just now realize there is a steady stream of tears rolling down your cheeks.
“(Y/N), please,” Obi-Wan says, not entirely sure what he is even asking as he lifts his thumb to your cheek to wipe away the tears.
“We dedicated ourselves to the Jedi Order,” you say, trying to talk yourself out of his plan that you so desperately just wanted to surrender to. “Obi-Wan, we have been so incredibly blinded by our emotions. How can we allow ourselves to be so selfish as the galaxy is faced with the possibility of war?”
“I suppose you’re right darling,” he sighs. You both had responsibilities that weighed more important than your own personal tragedy.
“You should do your best to forget about me,” you struggle to say, stepping back from his embrace. “We should move forward from here like nothing ever- we never happened. Focus and commit to the code we pledged to uphold. It was all a mistake.”
“Darling, loving you was never a mistake.”
And with that, you were gone. Unable to bear being near him for another moment. It was too painful.
It had been ten years since you had last been at the Jedi Temple. As you navigate the halls to find your sleeping quarters, you notice the feeling of home you once felt here no longer existed for you. Perhaps that feeling all those years ago was Obi-Wan, you wonder. Finding your quarters, you survey the emptiness of the room. It was so incredibly sparce, and you imagine how you would decorate it if time permitted you to stay.
You feel uneasy, the Temple now feeling foreign to you when it was once the only place you had ever known. You remember back to that last conversation with him and how miserably you failed to forget and overcome your feelings. You wondered if Obi-Wan had been more successful. He must have, you think, you know Obi-Wan very well and he always excelled in areas of the Force you struggled with. You try your best to let the thoughts of him slip away to the back of your mind and try to get settled.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan and Anakin were just returning back to the Temple. Anakin ruthlessly pestering Obi-Wan with questions.
“I think she is still in love with you, Master,” Anakin said with a grin, happy he was successful in making Obi-Wan flustered. “I sensed something when you two were talking.”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied, “I must insist you stop bringing up these theories of yours.”
“They aren’t theories, Master,” Anakin chuckles, shaking his head at Obi-Wan. “And deep down you know I’m right.”
Obi-Wan sighed heavily, crossing his arms, thinking on how to respond to Anakin. “Anakin, it was over ten years ago. You need to put this to rest.”
“You need to stop running from your feelings, Master.”
“I wasn’t the one who ended things,” he says, exasperated. “She was the one who was stronger than me- she always has been. Now, please, don’t bring her up again.”
“I’m sorry Master,” Anakin says earnestly.
“It’s okay,” he replies with a sad smile. “It’s nothing more than reuniting with an old friend.”
“Of course.”
“I appreciate your concern,” Obi-Wan says, noticing how Anakin is saddened.
“I only care about your happiness, Master,” Anakin replies, the conversation finalized.
Obi-Wan walked back to his quarters, still overcome with memories of what feels like a past life with you. His thoughts weigh heavy as they shift to the realization that you are finally here. How much he longed for a day when you’d return home to him. Now that you were here, and he could feel your presence echoing in the halls again, he found himself disappointed. He spent years hopelessly wishing for you to come back, and the circumstances now add to the harsh realization those hopes will always be just that.
He was meditating when you arrived at his door. The tension in the air between the two of you was heavy as he watched you look around his room. You were just taking a moment to observe what he had on display, the mementos allowing you to form some kind of narrative of the life he’s led since you’d last seen him.
“I’m really happy to be back,” you say finally, your voice cutting through the weighted atmosphere. He pondered his conversation with Anakin. He was so quick to dismiss Anakin’s observation and now he feels a pull at his heart as he wishes that Anakin is correct.
“How do you like it on Alderaan?” he asks, holding his hands behind his back. Part of him genuinely wanted to hear about your mission and the specialty of your work, but it was more of a stall tactic to avoid the actual questions he was dying to ask you.
“It’s not home, but I like it fine,” you smile, looking back to him. Your heart feeling like it’s beating faster than it ever has before. The social niceties and the catching up questions were killing you inside. Your mind was scrambled and you frantically tried to find more to say. You could only think about him, and how he was finally right there in front of you. Looking at you the same way he always had.
“It’s a shame you cannot stay longer,” Obi-Wan says, his eyes looking nervously down on the floor before meeting your gaze again. “I wish we had more time… Oh, (Y/N), things ended so terribly when I last saw you. I feel heartsick thinking about it. I tried to find you the next day, give you a proper goodbye but you had already gone.”
“That was my doing,” you admit, looking down at your feet as he takes a few daring steps closer to you. “I knew if I had saw you again, I wouldn’t have been able to leave.”
“Oh darling,” he whispers softly, pulling you into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, the familiar warmth of his chest helping to calm you. You hadn’t even realized you had started crying until you felt the dampness of his tunic against your cheek. You rested your hands gently on his chest as he held you tightly, resting his chin on your head.
This feels like home, you say to yourself, the wave of anxieties and clutter in your mind vanishing at his touch. You could stay there just like that forever. Years you spent struggling with your thoughts and emotions, only ever just making them worse, and the one thing you needed was just to be with him- and it was all just so painstakingly clear.
“I’m not leaving you again,” you whisper softly.
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You Have to Let Go (no.1 Whumptober 2021)
Hello All!
I'm working on participating in Whumptober using obikin because I just feel like Obi-Wan can never go through too much pain! So this is the first day's prompt "You have to let go."
Prompt: You Have to Let Go
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker
Rating: T+
Warnings: Character Death
“You have to let go.”
Anakin coughed harshly, blood and petals catching in his throat and making it worse. It was too late. They’d tried to avoid the unavoidable for too long but it was time.
“That’s not true. There are things we haven’t tried yet.”
Obi-Wan was sat in an uncomfortable plastoid chair. He’d never liked the medical wing but this was so much worse. Usually he was here to keep a watchful eye on his padawan so that he had the chance to heal.
He’d never come to the Hall of Healing to watch someone die. He wouldn’t accept it. This couldn’t be how it ended. Anakin was the Chosen One. Destined to bring balance to the force, to defeat the Sith. None of that had happened yet. He couldn’t go, it wasn’t time yet.
Besides, what kind of master would he be should his padawan die before him? And all because of something that was Obi-Wan’s fault. He’d die because Obi-Wan couldn’t save him.
It wasn’t fair. This couldn’t be how it ended.
“Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan looked over to see Anakin giving him an intense look. He must have accidentally drifted off again. It seemed he was doing that more often than not. He’d spent so much time running the odds over and over in his head that he didn’t know how to escape his own mind anymore.
“Yes, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked softly. He didn’t want to have this conversation. Didn’t want to admit that they were already dead in the water.
“I’m not getting any better,” Anakin told him gently, voice rough enough that it sounded painful, “I’m not going to get any better. You need to let me go.”
“Maybe, maybe if I just try a little harder-,” Obi-Wan started to say.
“It’s not for your lack of trying,” Anakin cut in, “You have to know that this isn’t because of you.”
He coughed again, using a tissue to catch the blood and blue petals that forced their way from his throat. Obi-Wan remembered when he’d been younger, nervous and unsure of his new home, hands hidden behind his back as he’d thrummed with excitement in person and through their bond.
“Here this is for you,” a nine-year old Anakin had told him.
Obi-Wan took the jewel flower carefully from his small hands, turning it over in his hands to look at the way it almost glittered in the sunlight.
“Where did you find this?” he asked curiously.
“Don’t worry I asked before I picked it from the garden,” Anakin huffed at him, “Master Yoda said that it was a plant from Stewjon. The force kept whispering at me whenever I passed them so I figured it was telling me that I needed to give you one. So. There master. That’s for you.”
Obi-Wan gave him a warm smile, ruffling his hair as Anakin protested.
“Thank you dear one,” he told him, “I’ll find somewhere to put it. They are known for drying very well.”
Obi-Wan looked down to the book in his lap, the pressed flower that served as the bookmark still impossibly blue, even after nearly fifteen years of life. He thought that it might have something to do with the way the force had told Anakin to pick it.
He’d never quite understood his Padawan's connection to the force- was sure that he never would- but it worked around him in a way it had never done for anyone else. In a way that Obi-Wan was sure it would never work around anyone again. He truly was a child of the force.
“If I could do what needed to be done-,” Obi-Wan finally said quietly, slowly.
“You still couldn’t force yourself to love someone,” Anakin finished firmly, “You know as well as I do that, that isn’t how love works. You can’t blame yourself for this. There was nothing you could do. But I’m-.”
He stopped suddenly, looking out the windows to peer into the outer gardens of the temple and gather his thoughts.
“I’m tired Obi-Wan,” he finally admitted, “I’m so tired and sick all the time. They’ve done another blood test and it isn’t working. Nothing is working. We are only denying the inevitable. This isn’t anyway to live. And I know that you know that.”
“But we still have time,” Obi-Wan insisted, “We do. I could- I could learn to love you Anakin. I swear I could, if you’d just give me time.”
Anakin laughed but it sounded wrong. Usually he laughed with his whole chest, the noise loud but light. Now it sounded so bitter that Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what had gone wrong. When had his apprentice become a shell of what he used to be? When had Obi-Wan broken him?
“I never doubted that you loved me,” Anakin assured him and then paused, hacking coughs wracking his body, “It’s just not the way that will save me. I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”
“We just need a little time,” Obi-Wan said again. It couldn’t end like this. His chest felt heavy and his gut was swirling uncomfortably and he could feel the tears stinging that back of his eyes and this- this couldn’t be the end. Could it?
“We don’t have any more time,” Anakin told him sadly, “I’m not- after what happened the last time I’m not doing it again. I’d rather die than drag you down with me for a few more months of life.”
“It hadn’t been that bad,” Obi-Wan argued, “You aren’t dragging me down!”
It had been necessary. That’s what the doctors had said. The physical aspects of a relationship would keep Anakin alive longer. If- if he could just get through them then they could keep Anakin going, long enough to figure out how to fix him. Long enough that maybe Obi-Wan could learn to love him in the way he needed.
It had been awkward the last time. But not for the reason that Anakin thought.
Obi-Wan was adamant that Anakin had to face him. With the way that he was still coughing up blood and petals, he was afraid that he would begin to choke and Obi-Wan wouldn’t realize. It was a terrifying thought, that Anakin would be dying and Obi-Wan wouldn’t know.
“Oh kriff, please that feels so good- yeah right there.”
Anakin was moaning, legs hooked firmly around his shoulders, hands gripping the headboard so tightly that his knuckles were white. His eyes were screwed closed and his mouth was hanging open whenever words weren’t slipping through.
“That’s it darling,” Obi-Wan told him, brushing a sweat-soaked strand of hair out of his face, “You’re doing so well.”
“It feels so good,” Anakin panted, “Oh you feel so good inside of me. You feel good right?”
Obi-Wan gripped the younger man’s hips harder, tilting them and quickening his pace in a way that had Anakin’s toes curling with the pleasure of it. The tight heat around his cock was amazing, Anakin’s body yielding perfectly to him, allowing him to set the pace.
“It’s good, you’re so good,” Obi-Wan told him breathlessly, “You’re so perfect Anakin.”
Obi-Wan felt it as Anakin was about to come. His whole body went rigid, thighs shaking as his mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’, and then he was coming hard, making a mess in between their bodies as come covered his abs and chest.
“I love you,” Anakin told him as he orgasmed, “I love you so much.”
If Obi-Wan hadn’t already been coming those words might have stopped him short. Here he was finding physical release in a person who had an emotional connection to him. It felt dirty- like he was taking advantage of one of his closest friends- even if he knew that Anakin needed it just as much as he did.
They’d barely been able to look each other in the eye after that. Anakin because he regretted saying the words he knew couldn’t be returned and Obi-Wan for not being able to reciprocate them. They were stiff with each other, more so than they’d even been when Anakin had first come to the temple.
It was like they were back to being strangers who couldn’t trust each other and Obi-Wan supposed in a way it was true. Anakin couldn’t trust his heart to Obi-Wan. Something that he had once freely given would be the literal death of him.
“We need to,” Obi-Wan said, but the words sounded hollow to even him.
“We don’t,” Anakin reminded him softly, “And we aren’t. It’s time, Obi-Wan.”
“I can’t lose you,” Obi-Wan tried again and this time the tears broke free, sliding down his face as he realized that this was it. There wouldn’t be any going back from this.
“You survived without me, once upon a time,” Anakin reminded him, “And you’ll do so in the future.”
Anakin was coughing again and this time instead of petals whole flowers escaped his lips. The Stewjoni flowers Obi-Wan had once seen endless beauty in. Now he likened them to flowers that one left at someone’s grave. He looked up at Obi-Wan, seeming so far away, even though he was right in front of him and Obi-Wan felt as the bond between them weakened, strands slowly fraying as the tension in the braided rope started to snap.
“Please Anakin,” Obi-Wan begged, “Please we can figure this out. Please don’t leave me.”
Anakin gave him a sad smile, blood dripping from his lips as his gaze started to glaze over, mind getting further from his body.
“Anakin please!”
The bond snapped all at once, the counterforce from the break sending Obi-Wan’s consciousness rattling in his own body. The outside seemed to so far away in the wake of the pain that flooded his system, mind working at the frayed rope to try to quell the pain.
But there was nothing there left for it to attach to. Anakin Skywalker was dead.
And Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to love him enough to stop it.
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He’s Just Not that Into You- Starker AU
It's the first week of summer and Peter's got a date.
Jacob is nice, and Peter's changed his shirt three times, and the bar is warm on this June evening, and thriving. Dancing bachelorette parties, the game on the big screen tvs hanging from the ceiling and-
Jacob's twenty minutes late.
But that's fine, Peter's fine, he pulls at his cuffs, tucks a curl behind his ear, bites his lip, refuses the temptation to look at his phone.
Maybe he should call Ned, Ned would know what to do-
"You waiting for someone, gorgeous?"
Peter looks up, feels colour rush to his cheeks. Dark eyes, a mouth that's sinful, smirking, in a tight fitting shirt and- "Oh um, no-yes- I mean." Peter manages a smile. "I might've been stood up? But, he probably- something probably came up. Or maybe I had the date wrong."
Smirk looks at him. Sizes him up. "Let me buy you a drink, bambi." He says.
After two drinks, Peter Parker thinks Tony Stark might be his saviour.
He's twenty two, the same age as Peter, but he's got it all- got it all figured out.
"So- Jacob didn't really like me. The phone number was fake." He realises aloud.
"If the guy likes you," Tony nods sagely, sipping his dakiri, "he'll take your number and give you his. He gave you a fake number, bet he didn't ask for yours, right?"
Peter wilts a little. Sighing at his own foolishness. "Right. I thought we had a good time."
Tony reaches over to nudge him. "You need to know what to look for, that's all. When to reel them in. When to get keen. I know guys like you, sweet guys- no disrespect, but you take every little thing as some sort of sign. Oh, he smiled at me or he picked up my pen-"
"But he smiled at me and he did not smile at anyone else-"
"Pete," Tony chuckles, "romcoms have ruined you. Naive-"
"Optimistic."
"Naive." Tony insists, bright-eyed. "Just because you met in a library and you both reached for the same edition of Harry Potter at the same time-"
Peter smacks him. "You're such a Slytherin." He glares.
Tony winks at him. "Hufflepuff, you gotta know how to play the game."
Peter mixes his drink. Muses. "I didn't think love was a game." He admits softly, deflating. The bar's deflated a little now too. Emptier. The TVs are off. The music is quiet and gentle. Here are he and Tony, cluttered over a small table.
"Love is a game, Peter. And we're gonna help you win."
*
They stay there for a few hours yet. Going over Peter's past relationships. Flash, MJ, Gwen, Jacob-
Going over Peter's blind date tactics, how to read people, how to know when to cut the chord- but Tony doesn't mind Peter's bumbling idiocy. He likes helping people. And Peter's sweet, the sort of sweet Tony hasn't seen in a long time. That isn't available in the private boarding schools he grew up in. That wasn't allowed through the pristine hard wood front doors.
"Oh, hey," Peter says, slurring just a little. The drinks he'd had were mostly sugar, not alcohol. "It's empty- is it closed?" He gapes, looking around, all fawn-like.
"It's fine, bambi," Tony grins, sliding his arm under Peter's, guiding him to the door. "My dad owns the place. I'll lock up. You all good getting home?"
"I'll call a cab." Peter nods, wincing at the cool night air. Tony locks up, before turning to look down at his new friend.
"It's good meeting you, Pete." He says, grinning, and Peter beams up at him.
"I know you said not to read into anything, but- wouldn't it be romantic if we fell in love? Like, you saved me from being stood up-"
Tony clamps his hand over Peter's mouth, tutting fondly. This kid. "Not that kinda movie, sweetheart. I'll be the mentor. The guide. The Yoda to your Luke."
Peter nods, and Tony removes his hand. Peter smiles beatifically up at him. "Alright. Thank you, sensei. I will resolve to follow your council."
Tony likes him. Wants to see him do well. Had hated the sight of the kid (not a kid, the same age, but Peter doesn't seem it. Full of idealism and princess stories) being stood up. Tony wants to see him happy. In love. Not getting played. Just because it's not for Tony, doesn't mean he doesn't want Peter to have it. "Here, take my number." Tony says, taking Peter's phone, typing in his number and sending himself a text. "Call me whenever you have a question."
Peter takes the phone gratefully. Cradles it in his palm. "Take you up on that I will."
Tony flicks his head. "I'm Yoda, nitwit."
"Hurt that did." Peter pouts, and Tony laughs into the night air, and hopes Peter calls.
*
Beck is hot, hard muscle, and Peter's only slightly uncomfortable from his position being pinned on the couch- the bony arm rest digging into his back, but that's all fine, because Beck tastes like toothpaste and his hands make Peter shudder-
They'd met yesterday, at a coffee shop. They'd both reached for the pumpkin spiced latte. Had both laughed. Exchanged numbers. It was a perfect meet-cute.
And Beck had called Peter. He's reading all the signs right, he's sure of it.
Peter curses when his phone buzzes. His boss wants his article done by tonight. New deadline. He sighs, pulling out from Beck's grip. "Sorry," he says earnestly, "I've gotta go. My boss needs this."
Beck nods, flushed, half-hard, hair falling attractively into his face. "I get it, but you can do your work here? Hm? I'll order take out, you can spend the night..."
Beck's hands slide up Peter's shirt, massage the taut muscle there. Peter relaxes into the touch, just a little. "That sounds nice..." he confesses, before laughing, "but I would never get anything done with you here."
Beck kisses his neck, bristly, goose-bump inducing. "Would that be so bad?" He murmurs.
"I really can't..."
"It just sucks," Beck sighs, pulling away. "Because I'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be in touch for a while. I'll just miss you."
Out of town? Peter's head rings. He's not sure what to make of it. Is it a play? Does Beck like him? Does he just want sex? If Peter stays tonight, will he never see Beck again?
"Can I go to the bathroom?" He blurts, like he's in school and Beck blinks at him, bewildered, but gestures with his hand.
He finds Tony's number under Sexy Yoda which is just- mental images that Peter does not need right now- and he dials.
"Pete, you called." Tony says warmly, answering on the second ring.
"Oh hey, hi- Tony," Peter bleats, sitting on the bathtub and thrumming his fingers. "I'm in a situation- need advice."
"Ah, amazing- one sec." Then, quieter, "Hey, Pep, d'ya mind? I'll be back in 10."
"Hope I'm not interrupting!"
"Not at all. So, where we at?"
"Okay, so, making out- I say I have to go, he says I should stay- I say I can't- then he says that he'll be leaving tomorrow so will be out of touch."
"Run." Tony says immediately, and Peter's face falls.
"What? No," he whines, "What if he really is just going out of town?"
"Peter." Tony says, in that no-nonsense voice, "Where could he possibly be going in the world that would mean he couldn't talk to you over the phone? He wants a hook up. Do you want a hook up?"
Miserably: "No."
"Well then, like I said: Run."
Peter sighs. "So, he doesn't like me?"
"Sure he likes you. Likes the thought of you in his bed. Who wouldn't? You're very cute. But he does not want a relationship. I sure don't respect the guy for trying to trick you into it, I'm upfront with all my one-night stands. It's just sex: nothing more."
"I'm thrilled for you." Peter remarks dryly. "So, run?"
"Run."
Peter runs.
***
In yoga class, the new instructor, Stephen, compliments his form and then asks him out to dinner.
"Run." Tony says, mouthful of something, on his lunch break.
Peter pecks at his own chicken salad. "Why? We haven't even gone out yet."
"Pete, do I have to spell it out for you? Yoga? Bending over, flexibility, bet you've got tight yoga pants and everything."
Peter wipes a drop of dressing off his keyboard. "Not everyone is as physically minded as you are. Maybe he thought we'd get on."
"He's asked you out based on nothing but the way you look doing the downward dog. Waste of time."
"I think you're wrong. I'm going to meet him for dinner."
Tony sighs. It crinkles down the receiver with disapproval. "Go for it. I'll eagerly await your apology."
When Peter does apologise, two days later, Tony is nice enough not to rub it in.
***
Mr Jameson is tough on the edges, but a softie deep down, Peter knows that.
Which is why he tries not to let the very brutal edits on his latest piece get him down. They're all very fair. So, he works through them methodically, learning, trying to improve, and not let them get him down.
It's late afternoon, he's in the zone, when his phone buzzes.
He picks it up absentmindedly, one knee drawn to his chest on his bed, other hand still scrolling through the word document.
"Hello?"
"Hey Pete, how goes the search for love?"
"Tony." Peter beams, warm all over, pushing away his laptop and collapsing back into his pillows. "How are you?"
"Good, good, bar's busy. Dad's happy enough with me managing it. New receptionist hates me, though."
"Pepper?"
"Yeah. I told her it was just sex- she misread the signs. Don't be like her, Peter."
"If a person wants to be with you, they'll ask you out, they'll make it happen." Peter recites: Tony's number one rule.
"Atta boy. What about you? Jameson like your piece?"
"A few edits. I'm working through them now. Actually- the photographer, Eddy, he's nice, handsome, might be into me?"
"Might?"
"Well, I don't know. He's never said anything. Am I allowed to ask anyone out? Or is that against the rules?"
"You can definitely ask someone out." Tony hums, "just make sure you can read their response. Ask him out, if he's busy- he's not into you. If he leaps at the chance, well, you've nailed it."
"Okay," Peter nods, excited. "Where should I ask him to go? Dinner? Is that too boring?"
"Hockey game, a movie, hell, a stake-out, it doesn't matter, just don't read into anything that isn't there."
"I won't. Thanks for the help, Tony, really," Peter says, "And sorry to call you on a Saturday."
"No worries, Bambi. Let me know how it goes with Eddy."
"Let me know if Pepper forgives you!"
Peter falls back into his work. Doesn't realise until just before he goes to sleep that actually- Tony called him.
***
"He said no." Comes Peter's voice through the ear-piece, as Tony debates whether to make himself a kale or spinach smoothie at home later. Both packs of green look equally healthy.
Tony dumps them both in the basket. Ignores the guy leering at him in favour of turning Peter up a little. "I'm sorry, kid. But better you know now than later, right?"
When Peter speaks, his throat sounds clogged "I guess." He says forlornly.
Tony cocks his head. Listens. Thinks. "How far into that tub of Ben and Jerry's are you, Pete?"
A pause. Tony grins: got him.
"I'm not...It's chocolate Fudge. There's um..." a spoon scrapes again soggy paper, "not much left?"
"No wallowing, rule number two, you know that."
"I know." Peter whines, "but I thought he liked me, maybe he did- you know he said, he was going through something right now, a recent break up, but that maybe someday-"
"It's a brush off." Tony insists, "don't read into anything that isn't there-"
"Maybe he did really just-"
"Okay." Tony says, setting his basket on the conveyer belt and pinching the bridge of his nose. "We need to get you back on the horse. I know a guy who might be into you: Steve. Wholesome, boring sort. Your kind of guy?"
"Well, when you say it like that, how can I resist?"
Tony shakes his head, smiling. "C'mon now, he's handsome. Very American. Tall, blonde, served in the Army for a bit, now he's some sort of do-gooder activist."
"Well that doesn't sound- so bad."
"And the best part? I think he might like you."
"I was beginning to think that was impossible."
Tony hands over his card, snorting. "No pity parties. You're easy on the eyes. Got those big bambi ones, those little freckles, long legs too, considering you're so short. It's nice. It's a good look." He can picture it, actually, those long legs wrapped around his hips. Peter's slender neck, fluffy hair spread out over the pillow- he needs to get laid today. Again. "I'll invite him to dinner, introduce the two of you. How's tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" Peter squeals, excited, the sound of an empty ice cream tub being tossed aside. "I haven't got anything to wear."
Tony thinks of Peter's cream skin. Of his honey eyes. "Something tight. Maroon if you have it, anything sheer. Please, for god's sake, not that mustard monstrosity."
"I love that sweater!"
Tony carries his bags out to the car, feels the warm sun beat down on his face. "Oh hey, it's kinda nice out." He realises.
Peter sighs contentedly over the line. "It really is. DJ Ravioli loves it."
Tony stops by his car. Closes his eyes. "Who the fuck," he says, "is DJ Ravioli?"
"It's my cat-"
"Of course," he laughs, getting into the car, turning on the AC. "Of course it is. In every Romcom, what does the main character have? Some ugly ass cat-"
"Hey!"
"And DJ Ravioli! What kind of a name is that?"
"He's such a cutie-wootie, yes you are my little ravioli-cannoli."
"Goodbye, Peter!" Tony yells, hanging up the call.
He can't stop smiling the rest of the way home.
***
Peter's early. That's because he was raised with Ben's if you're not early, you're late mantra, and now he's sitting in a fancy restaurant, fiddling with the tablecloth.
MJ's done his hair. Crimped and weird, but he thinks overall he looks okay. He's taken Tony's tips, in a thin, flouncy maroon shirt tucked into very tight jeans. He better not eat too much. Not sure he could if he wanted to.
"Good evening, Sir," says the waitress, eyes kind, "are you ready to order?"
"Oh um, not just yet," Peter smiles, "I'm waiting for..." he gestures to the two empty seats.
She nods, stepping back.
Oh god, is he being stood up again-
Relief and pleasure seeps through him as Tony appears. He's in a plain black sweater, but he might as well be a model in how it stretches over him. He leans down, pecks Peter's cheek (warm, he's warm, and he smells like cologne) before collapsing into one of the seats and gesturing the waitress over.
"I messed up, Pete," he says, by way of greeting, having a glance through the menu.
Peter blinks, a little dazed. "Huh?"
"Steve. He's not free tonight. I'll reschedule it, I promise."
"Oh." Peter nods, "okay, so-"
"It's just us two tonight, that alright? You can bear my company?" Tony wiggles his eyebrows, and Peter laughs. His nerves leave him, he can relax now.
"I think I can just about tolerate it. How's Pepper?"
Tony winces.
Peter laughs.
***
Tony, for all his playboy moves, is such a gentlemen, Peter thinks. He'd picked up the whole bill, hadn't given Peter a chance to offer half.
And now Peter's full of lobster, warm and sated, and Tony is a warm line of heat against his back as he unlocks his front door.
"Mm, it's cozy," Tony hums into his ear, as they shuffle inside and Peter closes the door, sleepy and a little- excited. To have Tony here, in his apartment, late at night- "Oh, there he is. Little monster."
And to Peter's surprise, Tony leans down and scoops DJ Ravioli into his arms. The fat cat barely protests, using the new position to stretch his spine.
Peter grins, can't help, it and takes a photo on his phone.
Tony glares at him.
"What?" He giggles, "I thought you didn't like cats."
"Never said I didn't like 'em," Tony hums, thumb rubbing beneath DJ Ravioli's ears, "just said they're a cliche, that's all. In every love story, there's the damn cat. And it hates the bad guy- scratches them up- and loves the good guy, because somehow, the cat knows who you're meant to be with."
Peter lifts his eyebrows. "Well, DJ Ravioli likes you."
"Guess I must be the good guy." Tony quips, rolling his eyes. He takes his own phone out then, arranging himself for a selfie. He'll send it to his mom. The cat blinks lazily at the camera.
Just as Tony takes the picture, Peter slides into frame, stretching onto his tiptoes, finger's bunny ears behind Tony's head.
Tony shoves him playfully. "You're a photo crasher, Peter Parker. A photo bomber. A fiend. A nightmare." He sets the cat down, watches his waddle away. "And you're overfeeding that cat."
Peter flips him the bird then, and is rewarded with Tony's loud bark of laughter.
They drink coffee, Tony judges the way Peter organises his kitchen, and then at 2am, Peter pouts and says:
"These jeans are really tight. Do you mind if I change?"
Tony sips his coffee, side-eyes him. "Don't try to seduce me, Parker."
Peter snorts, grateful to shuffle into his bedroom and peel the jeans off him. He pulls on his Hello Kitty Sweat Pants and an oversized science tee, feeling immeasurably more comfortable. He pulls on his fluffiest socks, feels a little bad he can't offer Tony something to wear. They'd all be too tight.
He presents himself with a twirl. "Seduction at it's finest." He teases, and Tony looks him over; something warm and soft in his gaze that makes Peter blush.
"It's not bad." Tony murmurs, turning back to his coffee cup. "Well, it's-" he clears his throat, "late, Pete. I should go."
Peter wiggles his toes in his socks, wants to crawl into bed. "Okay. Thanks for dinner."
"Thanks for..." Tony looks around, chuckles. "Having me. You should come by tomorrow. See how the other, better half lives."
Peter walks him to the door. Tony stoops down to rub a knuckle along DJ Raviol's back. The tail wraps around his wrist. Tony disentangles himself gently. "Around 6?"
Tony beams at him. "Perfect."
***
When Peter wakes up in the morning, everything becomes clear.
Tony likes him.
He tries not to get swept away in the realisation of it. Tries to be rational, to follow the points.
1) Tony had given Peter his number and taken Peter's.
2) Tony calls him. They talk all night, sometimes. Tony's left dates, make-out sessions, to talk to Peter.
3) The mysterious 'Steve' that never showed up. Or perhaps, never existed at all.
Peter scribbles these into his notebook. Could it be? Tony's so...handsome. Clever. Funny. Why would he be into- but no-
Tony thinks he's handsome. Said so himself. Said Peter had bambi eyes (a pet name- that's a sign, Peter writes it down) and long legs. Said he looked nice in maroon.
They're saved under cute nicknames in each other's phone. DJ Ravioli likes Tony! And there's Tony eyes- something warm and soft that Peter sees from time to time.
And the fact that Tony saved him from being stood up. It's a perfect meet-cute.
Peter squeals. Tony's invited him over tonight. Never pressured him into sex- it must be something.
He spins on the kitchen stool and dreams of happily ever after.
***
The radio plays as they wash the dishes. Tony washes, Peter dries. Their hips bump.
It's nice, Tony thinks, as they hum along. His penthouse- big, empty, most of the times- except when he's having parties loud enough to upset the neighbours, but even those- they don't compare to this quiet company of Peter Parker.
Peter screeches as he hits a high note, so Tony turns the faucet on him, laughing as Peter splutters, slapping him with the rag.
Tony doesn't want to point out he he has dishwasher. He likes this.
Once they're done, he collapses onto the couch, watches as Peter ambles around before coming to stand in front of him. He looks thoughtful. He's wearing that gross mustard sweater that Tony kinda likes now, if only for the way it makes Peter looks soft and cuddly.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks, trying to read Peter's mind. He's good at reading people, great at reading Peter, but not tonight. He can't quite gauge it.
Then Peter, in his ugly sweater, beautiful, with a grace Tony suspected but didn't know Peter possessed- straddles him on the couch, and kisses him.
Tony feels those long legs, spread wide over his own knees, feels the heat of Peter's core, those lily hands against his cheeks, that soft, soft mouth against his own.
He moans appreciatively, opening his mouth, taking control. His own hands coming to wrap around Peter's waist and-
"I knew it," Peter whispers, pleased as punch against his cheek, "we're in love."
Tony splutters, a cold wash of water against the pleasing heat that was working it's way down his body. "We're- what-" he pushes Peter away a little, from where those teeth were nipping his ear.
Peter sits back, still fucking straddling him, still looking as innocent as a wall-flower, one hand still poisoned above Tony's denim-clad dick. "We're in love," Peter repeats, beaming. "We're dating."
Tony scoffs, erection wilting. "Well, gee, Pete, was I ever gonna know about any of this? In what universe are we dating?"
"We-" Peter frowns, swallowing hard. "I- you liked me? The signs-"
"What signs?!" Tony fumes, pressure mounting, pushing on his chest. "Jesus Christ, Pete." He pushes Peter off him, gets to his feet. "What the fuck?"
"I..." Peter sits, mussed, on the couch, staring up at him. "You- you took my number. You call me, S-Steve didn't show up- you- you- we talk all night, we made dinner, we washed up- you came over- I thought-"
"What did I say? What did I say?" Tony hisses, raking his hands through his hair. "If a guy is into you, Peter, he will ask you out. Or you ask him out. Did I ask you out?"
Peter eyes are swimming with tears. He looks flushed with humiliation and great, now Tony's a massive jerk. "N-no."
"Peter." Tony can't look at him, turns and bangs his head against the wall. "Why- why do people do this? Read into nothing. There is nothing between us but friendship. And now..." he whirls back to Peter accusingly. "Now you've ruined our friendship. You look for all these tiny, insignificant moments. I gave you my number because I wanted to help you, Steve genuinely couldn't make the day, I invited you over here because we're friends. I've never made a move on you, never asked you out, and you've never asked me out. You know, you know I don't do relationships. Why? Why do people think that they're the exception? You're not the exception, Pete, you're not gonna change me. You're the rule, and the rule is: if I liked you, I would've asked you out. But I didn't, so I don't."
He has to catch his breath once he's done. Peter's still sitting there, eyes watering- but not crying. The air is tense. Thick.
"God, Pete," Tony says gently, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but- no. We're not in a relationship. We're not dating. I'm not into you."
They're mean. Cruel words. But they're true. Tony's a straight-forward, up-front kind of guy. He turns to his kitchen, pours himself a drink. Fuck, what a night.
"I don't want to be like you." Comes the quiet voice from the living room.
Tony sets down the brandy, whirls towards Peter with a scoff. "Excuse me?"
Peter looks up at him, still red-faced, but brave. "I don't want to be like you. Going around, using people. Never finding love, never looking for it. Never getting- excited at a smile, or wondering what your life with someone might be like. I like hoping. I like dreaming and meet-cutes, and big, unrealistic romantic gestures, I like that."
Tony sneers, shaking his head. "Fine. I'll be over here, living in the real world."
Peter gets to his feet, grabs his bag, wipes his face. "You do that, Tony, you live all alone in the real world. You won't find any happiness like that."
"At least I won't get rejected twice a week!" Tony yells, as Peter heads for the door.
Peter turns back, hand on the door knob, angry. "I'd rather get rejected knowing that it means I'm closer to my happily ever after. I'll take rejection after rejection, Tony."
"Well done," Tony claps, "this is another one to add to your dossier."
The door slams and Tony's alone and there's no one to yell at so he throws his glass of brandy across the kitchen. The stupid sturdy glass doesn't even break, the liquid just drips down onto the tile and he'll have to clean it up later.
*
It's been three days.
Surely Peter's still not angry with him after three days. Sure, Tony said some stuff, but it was- heat of the moment. They're friends.
He rubs his temples, puts down the paper work- can't read the words. He needs to sign off on payrolls, order more stock, sort out the overtime policy-
He takes out his phone. No messages. No calls.
The door opens, and Pepper walks in, professional, the last dredges of her anger with him mostly gone. "Hey Tony, a few more for you to sign." She sets down the papers.
"Thanks," he mutters. No DMs on twitter. Nothing on instagram. He opens Facebook.
"Oh my god."
Tony looks up, startled at Pepper's expression of delight. "What?" He asks, eyes flicking down- nothing on Facebook. Email, maybe?
"Who are they?"
"Who are who?"
"The special someone." She laughs, eyes bright with disbelief. "Who's got you checking your phone obsessively, wondering when they'll call."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Tony says, putting his phone away. "You may go."
"You haven't been able to concentrate all day," she muses, perching on the edge of his desk, perfectly comfortable. He misses the days she couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. "You put Javier on dishes and Rebecca at the bar- rookie error. You keep asking if anyone's called the bar for you- you haven't shaved. And is that the same shirt as yesterday-"
"No." Tony says emphatically, self-conscious and sweaty, "just go. Please."
Pepper gets to her feet, laughs again. "The world of love. Welcome to it, asshole."
When she's gone, Tony sits there. Fingers itching for his phone.
"Shit." He mutters to himself.
***
He sends Peter a message. A text. He says: Pete, I'm sorry about what happened. Can we talk? Brunch, maybe? I want us to be friends.
He doesn't get an answer.
He wants to hurl his phone against the wall in frustration. What the fuck.
He paces relentlessly. Keeps his phone charged.
Peter posts on instagram, it's a photo of DJ Ravioli asleep in a sunbeam, with the caption another nice, sunny day
What does that mean? Tony had said to Peter once that it was a nice day- is this a reference to that? A secret meaning? Should he like the photo? Should he not?
He finds himself driving past Peter's apartment late at night. Sometimes the lights are on. Sometimes they're not.
Tony wonders if he's eating ice cream. If he's in those stupid pyjamas. If Jameson liked the latest revisions. Wonders if he's petting the cat.
Wonders if he's thinking about Tony.
His phone buzzes, and he nearly drops it in his haste to check it.
It's from his mom.
Sorry, got a new phone, didn't see this till just now- what a cutie! Is he yours? (I don't mean the cat), you look so happy, sweetheart. Also, are you eating enough? Your dad says hi!
Tony clicks on it. Sees the photo he sent her. Captured mid-laughter, Tony is beaming, face turned to Peter, who's gorgeous, beaming, lovely-
Tony looks at his own expression. Has he ever looked at someone like that before? The way he's looking at Peter in this photo?
He does look happy. He looks...home.
*
"-ey Tony. Is this recording? Hey Tony, it's Steve! I just wanted to let you know I ran into Peter- your Peter- at the flower garden in Harlem today. How crazy is that? Must be fate. He's amazing, you're a matchmaker. We've got a date tonight- I'll let you know how it goes!"
Tony listens to the message three times. A voice mail, of course, because Steve might as well be from the 1940s.
There's a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. What does that mean? That the very person Tony thought Peter would get on with is the one he bumped into in Harlem? In a flower garden. Peter was probably surrounded by foxgloves, ridiculously beautiful in his dandelion cardigan, streaks of suncream still on his face.
Maybe Steve had come up to him, said that Peter was a more beautiful view than the flowers. Steve is gross like that.
And Peter probably- probably liked it. Thought Steve was handsome, because Steve is. Probably blushed the way he blushes whenever someone compliments him, like he never received enough. The amount he deserved. Probably said something lame like "you're not so bad yourself."
He wonders how Peter reacted when Steve brought Tony up, brought up their link. Their almost.
Did he ask about Tony? Steve's message hadn't said anything- so Peter obviously hadn't said anything bad. That must mean something.
Going out tonight. Peter's going out tonight.
Tony doesn't want Peter to go out tonight. He wants to lie in Peter with bed, with that fat cat, and watch TV and talk and order Chinese. Wants to kiss Peter- wants to-
"Oh," he whispers, fingers shaking, he presses his hands together. This is love. He's in love. With Peter. He's been in love with Peter since-
He remembers the sight of him at the bar. Beautiful. Sweet. Idealistic like Tony couldn't believe and-
Goddamn it. Tony's loved him the moment he first laid eyes on him.
And he's fucked it all up.
***
He sees Steve on the way up. He hides behind a plant, peeks out behind leaves. Steve is whistling, smiling, pleased. Okay, well, so, they had a good date- but Peter didn't let him in for a nightcap. That must mean something.
Tony hurries upstairs, heart pounding. He knocks on the door of Peter's apartment, tries to control his hair and-
"Oh good, you forgot your coat!" Comes Peter's voice, pleased, and the door opens and-
It's Peter.
He's in Steve's coat. It's draped over his shoulders. There's stardust in his eyes, he's wearing chinos and a hideous flannel shirt and-
"Peter." Tony breathes, wants to kiss him. Wants to pull that coat off him and burn it.
Peter stands firm in the door. Doesn't move to let him in. His face closes off. "What are you doing here, Tony?"
"I can't sleep," he blurts, aware of the wreck he must look. "Can't eat. Can't think straight. I keep- driving past this place, wondering if you're up, what you're doing, if you're thinking about me. I keep- wanting to call. To find any excuse to- I keep replaying all our- moments, I'm- I'm becoming-"
"Me." Peter finishes, he looks up at Tony with his huge eyes.
"Bambi," Tony whispers, and Peter flinches away, shaking his head.
"Tony, I just...I just went on a date with Steve-"
"I know." He whispers. Hating himself already. He's left it too late. Should've come sooner, should've realised earlier.
"And I think he- he actually likes me, Tony. He doesn't see love like it's a game, he calls when he says he'll call and he's not scared of relationships-"
"I'm not scared anymore." Tony whispers, taking another step forward, "I can be yours-"
"But you didn't want to be!" Peter cries, shaking his head. Pain etched across his face, and Tony remembers his words. How cruel, how wrong he was. "I threw myself at you, and you didn't want me-"
"I was wrong. I was wrong, Pete, and you were right. About everything. I didn't- I'm so used to doing the same thing, of keeping people at arms length, that when I actually fell-" the words choke in his throat, "-in love- I didn't- I didn't know. I didn't realise."
Peter stares at him, closes his eyes. There's a long beat of silence. "Tony," he whispers, composing himself, "a wise Yoda once told me that if someone wants to date you, they'll make it happen. That I'm the rule, not the-"
He can't take it. Not another moment. Not another unbearable second of Peter thinking that Tony doesn't want him-
So, he kisses him.
It's awkward, and desperate, and then- gentle. He cradles Peter's face in his hands, kisses him long, and slow and endless. Tries to pour all the love, and the hope and the fire he's been carrying for Peter since the moment he saw him.
When they pull apart, Tony doesn't step back. Stays close. Hopeful. Pleading.
Peter's eyes flutter open, like a prince in a fairytale, like the leading star in a romance. "I'm the exception," he whispers, hands on Tony's chest.
Tony's heart thunders with truth. "You are my exception." He breathes, pulling Peter and his gorgeous smile in for another kiss. His hands push Steve's coat from off his shoulders, he steps on it for good measure, and he swallows Peter's laughter, nearly trips over DJ Ravioli, and kicks the door shut behind them.
*
They spend the next day in bed, watching tv, and they order Chinese food.
Peter checks his work emails, and Tony reaches over and kisses him like he can't help it. Peter laughs, kissing back for a moment, before pulling away. "Am I that irresistible?" He teases.
Tony looks up at him from his side of the bed, eyes earnest. "Yes." He says solemnly. "You are."
"Does that mean I get the last spring roll?"
Tony winces. "I already gave it to the cat."
"Oh well," Peter sighs, collapsing into Tony's arms, tossing the phone away. "You'll just have to make it up to me somehow."
Tony starts to pepper him with kisses. Hands slip under Peter's shirt. "I can do that. I can do that every day for the rest of our lives."
Peter hums, vibrating with glee, "and is this the first day of Happily Ever After?"
"Baby," Tony grins, brushing the cat hair from Peter's forehead, and kissing him again, and again, "I think it just might be."
#starker#peter x tony#young tony#romcom au#angst with a happy ending#mutual pining#he's just not that into you au#precious peter parker#tony stark has a heart
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They Always Leave
This is something I wrote just to process my feelings about a guy. Nothing fanfic related at all. Honestly probably just a pile of emotions horribly written. But if you read it enjoy. It made me cry.
Trigger warning that this does mention drug use but honestly this stuff isn’t a drug.
Loud laughter and music could easily have been heard by anyone who happened to drive by or park near the crazy looking Toyota. For inside the Toyota held three friends, who were just doing their normal Scooby gang shit of smoking and listening to music. Their bellies were full having just engorged themselves on wings, cheese curds, and waffle fries.
The night was setting up to be a normal night for the trio, nothing to crazy. The only thing out of the ordinary was that a special appearance was to be made by a man who once partook in these normal nights. A man who’s laughter lifted one of the girls spirit. A man who did stupid shit all the time just to make people laugh. A man who’s darkness matched Alice’s. He was everything she wanted all rolled up in one stupid motherfucker.
When Alice had first met Caleb he was just some random guy who had tagged along with another guy her best friend had been seeing. Everyone knew of him as alibi, he was just some stupid redneck man. Not at all what Alice was attracted to. Yet the more time she spent with him the more that stupid redneck grew on her. She told herself it was nothing, chalked her emotions up to him just being a challenge. She knew he didn’t like big girls, he preferred his woman small and red headed. It was fine, everyone had their preference in a mate. Hell Alice had her own and this man didn’t hit any requirement.
But something changed. The playful teasing and remarks changed. She started to see him differently. An attraction started to slowly build deep in her gut. Small little hugs became more. Being so close to him that she could feel his breath on her cheek as they spoke silly things to one another about what they were doing. The urge to kiss him started to grow. The day dreams of him professing his attraction started to become recurring. The way he looked at her, it made her second guess everything. Was that smile different? Did he always follow me with his eyes? She started to ask around to see if anyone else had noticed anything or if it was all in her girly imagination. Some said he was just being friendly and a few said he probably had feelings too.
Alice had a way of showing her affection. Some call it a love language but in all honesty it was just childhood trauma and her way of trying to buy affection. To keep someone from leaving, because Alice knew they all left in the end. She had slowly started to gift him things. It started out small, a sex toy since he had been in a two year dry spell. She had taped it up with two containers of gorilla tape. She had joked saying it was to mimic being at a bar and having to work for that piece of ass. Then she had found out his favorite beer. Of course it would be a seasonal one, just like her who had a love of a hard to find seasonal liquor. She checked daily for the beer to come in stock and finally when it did she bought 3 cases knowing it wouldn’t last long but it would put a smile on his face.
For his birthday she had requested the day off work. The idea had formed to drive the hour long drive to his job and tape his truck up with clear wrap and then attach birthday balloons. Then meet him and his friend Greg at the bar for a birthday lunch. There she would give him his gift, a shirt. Nothing extravagant, just one from his favorite online brands that supported the troops. Yet that whole plan had been lost. Gone in an instant. Lies and deceit had caused her to part ways with her once close friend Greg. Caleb was a causality as her best friend had called it. Alice hated it, she didn’t want to part from Caleb.
The birthday shirt had sat days in her room at the end of her bed. Still in the delivery packaging. Alice would have just dropped it off in the bed of his truck had she known his address. Instead after a night of smoking and drinking she had finally texted him. Letting him know she had his gift, letting him know how much she missed him. With the dawn of the next day came sobriety and realization of how stupid she was. Quickly opening the chat she saw he had not seen the messages, this was her chance to right the wrong. With a click of her finger she unsent the messages to Caleb. It wasn’t until later in the day that Caleb had finally opened the chat up and saw that she had unsent the messages and called her out on it.
Alice confessed that she had texted him some stupid ramblings about the boxing match she had seen. A bold face lie but there was no way in hell she would confess her feelings to him sober. Instead she lied and then asked to meet so she could give him his birthday gift early. He had agreed to meet her while she was out with her friends. A quick drive by and it would be fine. Or that’s what Alice had told herself.
The margarita she had in the restaurant had calmed her nerves. The devils lettuce she was smoking had made her even more calm. This would be fine, she repeated her mantra “it’s fine” over and over in her head. A quick in and out.
It wasn’t long before she received the text that he was pulling up and asked where to park. She told him to look for the Yoda mobile and loud music. He replied back with a simple “LOL” and then she heard his loud truck before she saw it. Looking at her friends she smiled before getting out of the car with the gift. Caleb had parked two spots to the left of car and was climbing out of it by the time she reached him. The man wore his standard wranglers and brown boots with his KORN t-shirt and hat.
Alice laughed before nervously saying, “I should have bet on KORN instead of the fuck your feelings shirt.”
“That shirt was dirty, this was the nearest shirt.” Caleb replied with a half smile on his face.
Alice looked up at him trying to decipher what his eyes were possibly saying behind his dark sunglasses. A memory of a time earlier that summer where she yelled at him to take those damn shades off so she can see that he was looking at her while she talked to him popped in her head. To an outsider it would look like she was being mean to him but that was how they were. They would loudly bicker and cuss one another out with a smile on their faces.
“Well now you have a new shirt. Sorry I didn’t get you those jeans you wanted, you know shit just got weird and I felt weird texting you to ask about the jeans.”
“You didn’t have to.” Caleb replied as he took the colorfully bright pink Disney princess bag from Alice’s outstretched hand. He looked at the bag and back to her with a smile.
“Don’t give me that look, I saw it at target and the damn thing screamed ‘Caleb’ so I had to buy it. Now go on and open it!”
Caleb shook his head as he opened the bag up, sifting through the pink and blue tissue paper Alice had stuffed into it. When Caleb finally had the shirt in hand he tossed the princess bag into the bed of his truck and unfolded the shirt to hold it up and inspect it.
“I fucking love it Alice!” He shouted as he looked at the shirt that had bullets in the shape of a hand flicking you off.
“I wasn’t sure if I should get that one or the one with all the fish on it that said size matters. But Greg said to get this one.”
“Well I love it, thank you!”
Caleb opened his arms and Alice fell right into them wrapping her arms around his back and taking comfort in his hold. It had been too long since she got to hold her favorite person. She often dreamt of him holding her and it felt just as good as her dreams.
“Come on Alice, say your goodbyes. He is a casualty.” Yelled out Alice’s best friend from the back of the Toyota affectively killing Alice’s moment with Caleb.
“Casualty?” Caleb asked.
Alice pulled away but held on with just one hand to his KORN shirt, “Just ignore her.”
“Mmmhmm. How are things going with that?” Caleb inquired.
Before Alice could give him an answer her other friend yelled from the driver seat in his Yoda voice “Say your goodbyes and lets go.”
Alice looked from Caleb to her friends in the car and stomped her foot as she yelled “I wanna keep this one!”
The car of friends broke out in a laughter knowing that she was referencing a TikTok they had all seen hundreds of times. They thought she was being funny, they knew she had a crush on Caleb but she had meant it. She didn’t want him to be a casualty. She wanted him to stay in her life.
“You should probably get going, I don’t wanna hold you up.” Caleb said with a slight chuckle.
“I don’t want to. Can’t you stay awhile?” Alice asked looking up at him through her sunglasses. She could feel the tears wanting to come but held them back.
“You know I cant.”
“Please.” She begged.
“I have to get home.”
“Live a little.”
“I do live a lot but just not with you.”
“Same excuse every time.”
“Get going now before they leave your ass.”
Alice grabbed on to his shirt with the other hand. “I don’t want to.”
The tears were welling up inside her eyes, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold off. She hated crying in front of people. She saw it as a weakness. The many years as a child being told to stop crying or she would be given a reason to cry. Then as an adult being told by the man she was seeing that crying was a weakness and that she need to toughen up and that she wasn’t allowed to cry and be weak. She knew it was perfectly fine to cry and it was not a weakness. It was something that she told her kids all the time when they felt sad. That it was normal to cry and that you should cry and work through your emotions. Yet it was something she preached but never practiced herself. She had four kids at home to watch over, she didn’t have time to be weak.
“Thank you for the gift Alice, I really do like it.” Caleb said as he held onto one of her arms.
“I’m glad you do.” The first traitorous tear slip passed her eyes and she knew the instant Caleb saw it because his face lost all playfulness.
“Alice…” he gently called her name.
“I know its stupid. You don’t gotta tell me that. But I know the minute I let go and you get in your truck I wont see you again. All those plans we had will be gone. Who will take me to the gun shop to buy my first gun? Who will make sure that the sales man doesn’t take advantage of me? Who will help me learn to shoot it correctly? Why couldn’t you like me? God I sound like a stupid female right now. But we would have been great together you know. You matched my level of darkness, we matched each other in so many ways.”
“Alice..”
“You know it. They know it. Everyone knows it. Everyone always said that we should just get together but we both would just laugh but deep down I wanted it. God did I want it but you just couldn’t get past that I was a bigger girl. Boy do I feel fucking stupid on an epic proportion right now.”
“Alice everyone has their preference, you always said we were friends because you knew I didn’t like you like that.”
“Of course I did because I didn’t wanna lose you. Better to be friends then not have you in my life. Funny how now I wont even have that.”
The tears were freely falling at this point. Alice could no longer hold her head high, instead she looked down at the ground. She couldn’t look at that stupid face of his, that face that she knew would haunt her dreams for many days to come.
“Alice you will find someone so much better then me. My stupid ass wouldn’t make the best partner for you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. Look at me Alice.”
Alice shook her head, how could she look at him she was feeling pathetic at the moment. Crying because a man doesn’t want her. Caleb didn’t give her a chance to wallow in her own misery, he put his new shirt on the side of his truck bed and grabbed her face lifting it up to his. He lifted her sunglasses and looked at her tear stained face.
“Don’t cry Alice.”
“Shut up you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
Caleb took his thumbs and brushed the tears away from her eyes. “I’m not someone to cry about.”
“To me you are.”
“You gotta let me go Alice. Move on. It was fun while it lasted and we will always have our memories.”
“Do they teach you these bullshit excuses when you guys are in school? I swear it’s the same fucking thing just said by a different guy.” Alice yelled angrily through her tears.
“Don’t be mad.”
“Don’t tell me what to feel.”
“Then don’t act like a spoiled brat.”
“Then don’t act like an ass who is un-attracted to fat women.”
“We aren’t going to get anywhere on this. Please don’t be mad and please don’t cry over me.”
Alice knew she was being mad because she was hurt and that she shouldn’t be. She knew she should be enjoying these last few moments with Caleb. With shaky hands Alice reached for Caleb’s sunglasses and lifted them up to see his face. Caleb was an expert at hiding his feelings, years in the military had made him hard.
“Why did you do it Alice?” Caleb quietly asked.
“You act like I did it on purpose. I didn’t plan on falling for you. If you weren’t so fucking perfect and if your darkness didn’t call to mine we would be safe.”
“I’m sorry Alice.”
“Me too Caleb.” Alice whispered as more tears fell down her face and she stood on her tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss at the edge of his lips.
Alice tried to smile through her tears and pulled away allowing him room to get back into his truck. With him seated in his truck Caleb rolled down the window and said goodbye before pulling away. Alice watched as the man she wanted nothing more did what all men do…..leave.
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More than Partners- The Mandalorian x reader
Not a Jedi Anymore
Chapter 12 of More than Partners
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Summary: Ahsoka Tano is scared that you’ll fall to the Dark Side by loving the Mandalorian. You are trying to find who you are without the Force, and especially who you want to be?
Warnings: Spoilers of episode 5 season 2 of the Mandalorian. Mentions of clone wars. Anakin Skywalker And Darth Vader
AN: Heyyy! I am very early but I really wanted to post it early for you guys!! I’ll definitely be back every Monday to post another chapter! I have so many ideas for this fanfic. It’s gonna be wonderfullll! I love seeing how reader has changed over the chapters and how independent she tries to become, Jedi or not. I also want to focus on Mando, to see how all along the chapters, he cares more, and more and becomes all caring and protective. Tell me if you want to be tagged in the comments and don’t forget to like, share, and comment, helps me stay motivated for you guys!
A NEW CHAPTER IS OUT EVERY MONDAY
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<Chapter 11 — Chapter 13>
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You spent the night away from the Mandalorian, Ahsoka and the Child. You couldn’t face them yet, you wished to wait until the morning to show up when Ahsoka Tano would test Grogu.
When you woke up, and came to see the Child, Mando was already awake, Grogu in his arms cooing when he saw you and stretching his arms towards you.
You smiled to him, and without a word, the Mandalorian gave you the Child in your arms. You patted Grogu’s head and murmured:
“I missed you, little guy.”
Mando was watching you all along. He didn’t really understand your sudden change of behavior. You were usually the one cheering people up and hating avoidance. And to say he was terrified was an understatement. The Mandalorian removed his helmet in front you, yes it was dark and yes you couldn’t decipher his traits, but he had removed it in front of someone, he had broken his Creed in more than a way. He wasn’t regretting that night he had with you, it was something he cherished more than life itself. It was probably the best night of his life, and knowing after all he gave you, all he sacrificed, you were slowly going away from him. The bounty hunter didn’t show it, and he was grateful for his helmet, but it hurt, watching you indifferent, like nothing happened between both of you. He thought after that night you spent in Sorgan together, everything would be easier, but definitely not, it was worst. You only remained cordial with him, as if that night was only a mean to satisfy your common needs.
“Y/N.”He whispered, an ounce of despair in his voice.
“Mando.”
“Ahsoka told me Grogu is the same species as someone named Yodu.”
You giggled awkwardly, putting a hand on your mouth and holding the Child in your other hand.
“It’s not “Yodu”, Mando, it’s Yoda.”You replied, a small smirk drawing on your lips.
“Yodu, Yoda, that’s the same.”
You laughed again. It made you feel a bit more relaxed. You felt your anxiety slowly fading in presence of the Mandalorian.
“The Jedi told me the Child was trying to be trained and they hid him when the Jedi Temple was destroyed in Coruscant.”He stated, trying to make you talk to him.
“She is no Jedi.”
“What?”He questioned, eyebrows raised in wonder behind his heavy helmet.
“Ahsoka Tano is not a Jedi. She uses the Force, that’s all.”You answered harshly slowly putting the Child on a rock, and turning your back to Mando.
“But she is a Jedi. She has lightsabers and she uses the thing called the Force.”
“She is not! Not every person that uses the Force is a Jedi.”
The Mandalorian sighed and tilted his head.
“What?”You interrogated, hands on your hips and clenching your teeth.
“What are you then?”
You felt the tears rushing to your eyes, and you did your best to hold them. What were you? That was a simple question, and yet, you couldn’t reply.
“I don’t know anymore!”You spitted, water flowing in your eyes.”Now let me alone, Mando!”
“Y/N! I didn’t say that to hurt you.”He declared, rushing to your sides.
“Am I interrupting something?”Ahsoka Tano asked staring at you, and then at the Mandalorian.
“No, nothing.”You answered.
“Then, I am going to test the Child.”
Mando acquiesced, and you did the same, taking some steps back.
Ahsoka Tano closed her eyes, focused on the feeling of power and balance in her body. She put her arm in front of her, a stone resting in the palm of her hand, and then, using the Force, she twirled the stone in a stable and slow line to Grogu’s hands.
“Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.”Ahsoka asked in a reassuring tone.
“He doesn’t understand.”Mando replied immediately.
“He does.”You answered harshly.
Ahsoka tries to reassure the Child with a soft and slow tone, but he whined and looked at you and the Mandalorian. The bounty hunter did a little head nod gesturing to the Child to give back the stone to the ex-Jedi. At that moment, you felt your anger fade. It was for these little things you loved Din Djarin, and that was why it was so difficult to choose, or to make your own path. You were not Master Yoda after all. Even if your old Master had adviced you to follow your heart, how could you be sure you didn’t imagine him saying that to comfort you and make your decision right?
The Child let the stone clatter on the ground, avoiding both your and the Mandalorian’s gaze. Ahsoka sighed, and advanced towards the Child.
“I sense much fear in you.”
You sighed and felt a bit jealous of Ahsoka’s sweetness and natural gentleness. Where she was soft and caring, you were rough and stubborn. Maybe that’s why you got along so well with Anakin Skywalker.
“Come here.”Ahsoka said in an authoritative tone.
“He’s stubborn.”Mando replied, glancing at you discreetly.
“Not him. You. I want to see if he’ll listen to you.”
“That would be a first.”
Mando took Ahsoka’s place, and stared at you, and then at the Child. The ex-Jedi was explaining to the Mandalorian what to do, while you focused on the Force, trying to empty your head of any thoughts or emotions. For an instant, you could feel Grogu’s fear for his ability with the Force, his fear to lose both you and the Mandalorian, but what you sensed trouble you. Love. The Child loved you and the Mandalorian. A lot. You were like a mother to him, and Mando was like a Father. And then your link with the Force was broken by your anger and your feelings rushing like a wave hitting you all at once.
“Alright, kid. Lift the stone.”
“Come on.”You whispered to him a shy smile on your lips.”You can do it. We believe in you, Grogu.”
The Child looked at Mando with intensity and tries to connect with him through the Force.
“Stubborn like his father.”You thought referring to the Child and Mando, and Ahsoka glanced at you, a strict look on her face. At least, the Force was still with you.
“Grogu.”Mando murmured, the small thing that had became the Child’s toy in his hands.
Again, you fell in love with the Mandalorian. Just that small gesture, him playing with the Child’s toy, he made you remember why you were here in the first place. The Child and the Mandalorian had became your home.
“Come on you can have it.”
You nodded to Grogu, an affectionate smile on your face.
The Child stared at his toy, and then, with only a little push, the toy came to his hand. He cooed and Mando congratulated him, proud of his little youngling.
“That’s really great, little one.”You declared, patting his head in reward.
“He’s formed a strong attachment to both of you.”The ex-Jedi shouted.
You nodded.
“I cannot train him.”
“What?”Mando stammered, standing up straight away.”Why not? You’ve seen what he can do.”
“His attachment to you and Y/N makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.”
“All the more reason to train him.”The Mandalorian exclaimed.
“No. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. Ask Y/N. She knows why I can’t train him, and she understands it more than anyone else.”
“I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.”
“But Ahsoka, we can’t do that! The Child has an ability, we need to train him, we can’t let that go to waste!”You screamed, grabbing Ahsoka’s arm to make her listen.
“I can’t, Y/N. You are in the best position to know why. You’ve seen what a Jedi can do when his feelings take over. For all of our sakes, I can’t train him.”
“Then I’ll train him.”You declared solemnly.
“You? The Force is really strong in you, Y/N, but your feelings make you unstable. Have you told him?”Ahsoka gestured to the Mandalorian.
“Tell me what?”He asked, looking at you with sudden interest.
You looked at the ground, ashamed.
“That’s what I thought. Y/N has troubles using the Force. Her powers are fading. She can’t control her feelings, and that’s making her impotent.”
The Mandalorian peered at you. He approached you carefully and asked:
“Is it true?”
Even if he had his helmet hiding his face, you could swear his eyes were staring at your soul.
“Yes. It’s true.”
He took some small steps towards you and you can only see the beskar of his helmet in front of you.
“What did you not tell me?”
“I was afraid of how you would react! I don’t know what to do anymore, Mando. I am useless to you without the Force, I only have my lightsaber. I was a Jedi all my life, and now that I can’t control my feelings, I need to discover who I am really.”You murmured, your voice breaking a bit.
“You should have told me, Y/N. You can tell me everything.”He whispered, caressing your cheek with his gloved hand.
“I thought you would try to get rid of me.”
“It hasn’t even cross my mind. Not after what happened between us. I want you to stay.”
Ahsoka Tano cleared her throat.
“I don’t want to disturb your touching conversation, but I’ve delayed too long, I must get back to the village.”
The Mandalorian sighed. He knew you were going to tell him more about your past and Ahsoka had interrupted you.
“The Magistrate sent me to kill you. I didn’t agree with anything. And I’ll help you with your problem, if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.”The Mandalorian uttered, willing to do whatever it would take to see Grogu be trained.
“And I’ll help.”You vociferated, your hand on your lightsaber.”I may have troubles using the Force, but I do know how to fight.”
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You, Ahsoka, and Mando were ready to free the villagers and make Morgan Elsbeth pay for what she made these people endured. Maybe you weren’t a Jedi anymore, but you knew you wanted to fight for freedom, and peace, even if it was the greatest lie of the Universe.
You heard an alarm ringing. You and Mando exchanged a look.
Ahsoka Tano had arrived.
You and the Mandalorian were waiting for the proper moment to free the prisoners while the ex-Jedi would take care of that Morgan Elsbeth. Even if the Force wasn’t as strong as before within you, it hadn’t betrayed you when it came to that woman. She was a monster, and, on that point, the Force wasn’t wrong.
A guard was going to kill a prisoner. Mando was going to take care of him, but with a small nod, he understood you wanted to take care of him. You rushed to the guard’s sides who startled discovering you. You initiated your lightsaber in a rapid motion and your saber went through the guard’s stomach. The guard collapsed on the ground.
Mando surprised a villager who was going to try to save the prisoners’lives. You, the Mandalorian and the villager freed the prisonners, and tried to shelter as many people as possible.
The captain was here, admiring Mando with a threatening gaze. You rushed to his sides and initiated your lightsaber again. You really wanted to slice that guy.
“So you threw in with the Jedi?”The captain asked, surprised to see Ahsoka behind the Mandalorian.
“Looks that way.”
“Who do you think’s gonna win. Could be your side… Could be my side…”The captain declared, a sadistic smile appearing on his thin lips.
“Can I kill him, please?”You asked Mando.”I can’t bear his little smile.”
“I got no quarrel with you and your whore, Mandalorian.”
“Mando, please? Can I show him whose the whore?”You whispered.
“Wait. Don’t rush things, Y/N.”
“You and I are a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not. Sounds like you win.”
The captain put his weapon on the ground, and Mando removed his hand from his blaster. You saw the captain pulling a blaster out of his pocket quickly. Instinctively, you threw your lightsaber and pierced the captain’s stomach with the blade, returning after in your hand like nothing happened.
“Good job, Y/N.”
The same villager who wanted to save the prisoners came out of his hiding place to thank you and the Mandalorian, and then he screamed:
“Behind you, Jedi!”
Mando unsheathed his blaster and fired without even looking up.
“Thanks Mando. Looks like we’re even.”
“Hmm. You still owe me explanations, Y/N.”
“You’re right. All in due time.”
You waited for the bounty hunter at the ship. You were cuddling with the Child. You couldn’t say goodbye to him. He was family. How could you even say goodbye to someone you loved.
“I am gonna miss you, little guy. So much.”
The Child cooed in reply.
“I am back. It’s time.”Mando announced himself, taking the Child in his arms and talking to him softly.
“What will we do after, Mando? Without him?”
“I- I didn’t think of that.”
You both remained silent for an instant, trying to consider life without the Child, just both of you. A Mandalorian and an ex-Jedi.
“Mandalorian, you’re like a father to him. And Y/N, you’re like a mother to him. I cannot train him.”Ahsoka Tano stated waiting fro both of you in front of the Razor Crest.
“You made me a promise, and I held up my end.”
“There is one possibility.”Ahsoka began to say, not leaving your gaze.”Go to the planet Tython. You will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”
“Then what?”Mando asked, holding softly the Child.
“Then Grogu may choose his path. If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him. Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”
“Thank you.”The bounty hunter replied.
“May I have a word with Y/N before you go?”
The Mandalorian nodded, and let you talk with Ahsoka, your old friend.
“I suppose you don’t want to stay.”
“I have found a home, Ahsoka.”
“You are right. You’ve grown, Y/N. Master Yoda would be proud. He always expected a lot from you. He trusted you with his life.”
“I don’t deserve his recognition. Not yet.”You murmured to Ahsoka, as to yourself.
“I’ll miss you, Y/N, but you’ve found your own path. All I can say now is be careful with your feelings, don’t fall to the Dark Side. Don’t become like Anakin. Please.”
Listening to Ahsoka talking, you noticed at that moment she was vulnerable. She lost her old master. Anakin Skywalker who became Darth Vader. And in Ahsoka’s heart, that was something that made an indelible scar. She didn’t want to lose another friend to the Dark Side. Not again.
“I’ve succumbed to my feelings, but I realized that isn’t something necessarily bad. But I can promise you one thing, Ahsoka, I won’t fall to the Dark Side.”
Ahsoka fell into your arms, her arms embracing your smaller body. She had grown a lot since you’d last seen her. She wasn’t that reckless Padawan anymore, she was a woman. Not a Jedi, but she chose to do what was best for everyone.
“Thank you Ahsoka.”
“For what, Y/N?”
“You made me realize I am not a Jedi anymore. I am more than that. More than that title. I’ll be better than the Jedi where they failed before; Better than the Siths. What made Anakin fall to the Dark Side wasn’t love, it was the Jedi Code, if love had been allowed, he wouldn’t have turned to the Dark Side. I know what to do now. The Jedi Order isn’t anymore, and so is their Code. And you know what, I’ll love, I’ll let myself feel while using the Force. It’s who I am, Ahsoka. I don’t know what’ll happen, but I’ll make my own way. I’ll bring my guilt and shame along with me on that path, but I’ll be better than the Jedi and the Siths. That’s my promise to you.”
“I believe you. Take care of Grogu for me, and don’t give up on the Mandalorian. He seems stubborn, deadly and reckless, but he cares for you. He even threatens to kill me if I hurt you.”She admitted, a genuine smile appearing on her lips.
You giggled, and smirked. It was definitely your Mandalorian.
“I’ll try, Ahsoka. But I can’t promise I won’t slice him in two.”You laughed.
“Goodbye my friend.”
Walking towards the Razor Crest, you waved to Ahsoka Tano, your old friend you would probably never see again.
“Y/N. We were waiting for you.”Mando stated, gesturing to your seat near his on the ship.
“I need to tell you, Mando.”
He tilted his helmet in wonder, waiting for your answer.
“I am not a Jedi anymore.”
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"Haven't you heard? Master Skywalker's out in the Gardens!"
The whispers start in Jula's Navigation class, jumping from padawan to padawan until everyone in the class has heard it at least three times. Apparently Leshi had heard it from Isde, who heard it from Aalani, who heard it from a padawan in saber class who heard it from a padawan who had just gone meditating.
"Psst!" Leshi elbows her, whispering under her breath. "Can you believe it? We might be able to see Master Skywalker!"
Jula doesn't think anyone in the class has actually ever seen the man before—even if the Temple wasn't as large as it was, apparently the war hero is notorious for rarely leaving his quarters. Not like Master Yoda, who's always around the younglings, or Master Windu, who both Jula and Leshi have caught glimpses of every now and then.
"Only if class finishes quickly enough," Jula whispers back, "and only if we're quiet about it. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if he realizes a bunch of padawans invaded the gardens just to stare at him?"
Leshi bites down on her lip— "Good point." —and the teacher heads over to shush them. "Those star charts better be perfect if you two have the time to stand around and gossip."
"Of course, Master, sorry, Master," they mumble, and turn back to the work at hand, even as the other padawans continue to whisper.
A couple minutes later, Leshi leans over again. "But we're totally going to the gardens after this, right?"
"Totally." Jula says with a grin.
* * * * *
"Master!" Jula rushes into her quarters after the endless-seeming Navigation class, slamming the door open with a thud. "Master, all of the padawans are medidating in the Gardens today after classes, can we go too? Please?"
Master Katooni startles and drops the tea cup she's holding, snatching it up with the force before it can hit the ground. "Peace, padawan." she grumbles, bending down to wipe up the spilled tea. "And you owe that door an apology."
"Sorry, door." Jula mutters, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "So, can we go?"
"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumors I've been hearing, would it?" her Master says, placing the tea cup back on the table. "About Master Skywalker leaving his rooms for the first time in years?"
"In years? Really?"
Master Katooni laughs. "That was an exaggeration, Jula. I don't think anyone could survive trapped in a room for years on end."
"Oh. Anyways, can we please go? All the padawans will be there, and Leshi and her Master too!"
Katooni grins at her and grabs her robes "How could I ever say no to making you do more meditation?"
"Yes!" Jula shouts then quickly backpedals. "Uh, I mean—thank you, Master."
Master Katooni just laughs.
* * * * *
When they enter the gardens, they make for her master's favorite spot by the featherferns, dropping to sit crosslegged by one of the fountains. Jula spots Leshi and her master a couple fountains over, and a couple other padawans from her class chatting, meditating, or pretending to meditate while sneaking glances across the gardens. Leshi gives her a little wave and a grin.
"Now," Master Katooni says, closing her eyes, "open yourself to the Force; release your worries, your doubts. . . "
She lets herself fall into an easy breathing pattern, arms loose and hands folded in her lap. Jula, for her part, breathes in tandem with her, but soon she remembers the real reason she and the other padawans were so adamant on coming today—Master Skywalker.
She turns to look for him, not even bothering to disguise her curiosity. There! He's at the edge of the uneti tree, eyes closed and deep in some sort of meditation. He's human, so his hair is turning silver-y—she tries to imagine Leshi with silver hair and shudders—and he has a jagged scar running down one eye.
"I sense that you're distracted, padawan." Katooni says, and Jula jumps.
"Sorry, Master."
She opens herself to the force, and tries to float above it all, letting the room's various presences flow through her. That's Leshi's joyous figure, and some of the other padawans from Navigation, and there's her former crechemaster, and there's the Knights from saber class, and there's—a deep, deep sorrow.
Is that Master Skywalker?
Jula opens her eyes.
"Master?" she says, tugging on Katooni's sleeve. She opens her eyes and gives her a quizzical glance. "I—it's just—"
"Ask, padawan."
"He seems. . . sad." Jula says, gazing at Master Skywalker from across the gardens. Master Katooni follows her gaze and a glint of understanding passes her eyes. "Why is he so sad, Master?"
"Ah," Master Katooni clicks her tongue softly. "How much do you know about the end of the Clone Wars, padawan?"
Jula frowns. "Only what we learned in class. The Jedi Council discovered that Chancellor Palpatine was a Sith Lord, and Master Skywalker, Master Windu, and. . . some others managed to defeat him." She looks up at Master Katooni. "I don't remember all of them. But the Separatists surrendered after that, right?"
"Yes." her Master says, folding her hands in her lap. "One of the Masters in the battle was Skywalker's Master, Obi-wan Kenobi. He was killed by Sidious."
Oh. Jula thinks with a pang. She doesn't know what she'd do if she ever lost Master Katooni. She can't imagine a life without her warm wisdom and teasing laughs. "Many Jedi lost their masters in the war, right?"
Katooni nods with a faraway gaze. "That wasn't all for Skywalker, though. Only a few days later, Senator Padme Amidala died in childbirth. He lost his master, wife, and child all in the same week."
"Wife?" Jula claps a hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to shout. She sneaks a glance over at Master Skywalker, at the far end of the Gardens—thank the force sound doesn't carry too far in the courtyards.
"It was a big scandal at the time," her Master says, gazing off into the distance, "But after the way that battle ended, and after Senator Amidala and the child were lost. . . well, there wasn't really anywhere else for him to go."
"Oh," she says softly. "That is sad." She turns away from him and back to her Master and suddenly she wonders. "Did you know him?"
Master Katooni puts a finger to her chin and slowly shakes her head. "I don't remember if we ever met. His padawan saved my life though, once. Me and a whole host of younglings, on our first trip to Ilum."
"He had a padawan?" She tries to imagine being apprenticed to the Chosen One—the sheer pressure sounds exhausting. Although she supposes that sort of thing hardly would have mattered, in wartime. Everyone would have just been trying to stay alive. "Who?"
"You wouldn't have heard of her, padawan." Katooni smooths a hand over her lekku. "Her name was Ahsoka Tano. She left the Order about a year before the end of the war. She was very brave, though. Kind, and clever. I imagine you would have liked her very much."
Ahsoka Tano. Jula turns the name over in her head. It's a very pretty name, she decides. Kind of badass. From her master's description it sounds like Padawan Tano was definitely badass. She wonders vaguely why she left. Probably something to do with the war.
"Hey," she says impulsively, glancing downwards. "Master. Do you think Master Skywalker would like a featherfern?"
"Like. . . a featherfern?" Her Master raises an eyebrow. "You want to give him a flower?"
"Um." Suddenly Jula feels quite embarrassed. "Maybe? I don't know, it always makes me feel better when you bring us flowers for our quarters."
"Padawan." Katooni puts a hand on her shoulder. "I think it sounds like a lovely idea."
So she picks a featherfern, and heads over to the other side of the greenery, stepping carefully around stray roots and branches. She comes to a stop in front of Master Skywalker, who's still meditating with his eyes closed and face taut.
"Um," she says, trying not to lose her nerve. "Master Skywalker?"
The Jedi in question blinks opens his eyes blearily and focuses on her in surprise. He opens his mouth to speak—to ask what she's doing here, maybe, or maybe even tell her to leave him alone—but she beats him to it.
"You seemed kind of lonely," she says matter-of-factly, "so I brought you a featherfern. They're my Master's favorite type of flower."
"Oh." says Master Skywalker in surprise. His voice sounds sort of croaky—Jula imagines he doesn't really talk much. There's a long pause. He looks up at her, then down at the flower, then up at her again. "Thank you, padawan."
"You should come to the gardens more." Jula says impulsively, then wishes she could take the words back. Ugh, she sounds so stupid.
"Really?" he says. She's relieved to find that he seems amused more than anything. "And why's that, young one?"
"It's nice here!" she says defensively. How anyone would need a reason to come to the Room of A Thousand Fountains is beyond her. ". . . I guess if you don't want to, you could always just keep the featherfern in your room. They're very resilient, you know."
"I didn't know that." he says, and gives her a small smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." she says.
They exchange a few more awkward words before she excuses herself and heads back, leaving Master Skywalker to his meditation. He seems a little. . . less sad now, she thinks. Or maybe she's just being too hopeful.
Still, as she's heading back to her master, she imagines the force feels a little bit lighter.
Behind her, a featherfern blooms.
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ROLE SWAP AU!!!
din djarin is a jedi. anakin skywalker is a mandalorian. literally all problems solved.
anakin:
-given up by shmi to a mandalorian for a better life. they remain in regular contact, and when shmi is abducted by raiders ani's adoptive parent goes with him in time to save her life and avoid the tusken massacre.
- anger issues? mandalorian sparring sessions provide a healthy, socially acceptable outlet. actual warfare has a STRICT no killing children or civilians code.
- marriage? fine. perhaps they'd raise a collective eyebrow at anakin "deadliest warrior" skywalker marrying the senator of NABOO of all places. do they even HAVE warriors there? (they do respect padme after learning how she saved her planet but they tease her about her wardrobe, SURELY she's got a suit of armor somewhere)
-scared your wife will die in childbirth? if he still doesnt believe that medical technology advanced enough to replace limbs wont save padme, there's no need to put padme through the physically taxing process of pregnancy at all! there's plenty of foundlings who need parental figures! luke and leia would be happy surprises surrounded by about 7 adopted siblings. (Anakin, leave some for the rest of us)
- want to be a leader? well, young warrior, you may TRY to defeat the current ruler in combat. but no one's really worried because an older, more experienced mandalorian would just tease anakin and watch him lose his temper before trouncing him.
-anakin's force abilities (if he even has them in this au) fade away, but anakin with a jet pack is just as terrifying.
din:
- rescued by jedi instead of mandalorians. he's still a little too old, but as he has no family left and he is force sensitive, they wait a few weeks and he adjusts fine.
- actually favors minimal violence as a fighting style which is perfect for jedi. see: pilot ep where giant sea creature bites his ship and he just gives it a poke with his taser rifle until it lets go. doesn't round back with his ship's guns to kill it or anything.
- not to mention giving multiple warnings to his bounty, and when the warnings are up, he *freezes him in carbonite* rather than the vastly cheaper alternative of shooting him. yes, dead bounties get less credits, but a blaster is cheaper and doesnt take up nearly as much space as that portable carbonite system.
- despite his prejudice against droids, talks IG11 down from self destructing like 3 times because they're supposed to be working together.
-highly dedicated to the creed and only breaks it 2-3 times because he or someone else would have died.
-patient. only loses his temper ONCE (when he thinks greef karga was responsible for killing everyone in his covert) and STILL doesnt use violence. see also: his old crew, all of whom are absolutely terrible people, and nobody would have missed them dying but he still leaves them alive.
-while secure in his skills, din defers very easily to authority and has no ambition for power whatsoever. creepy senator palpatine trying to encourage din 'i refuse to be the main character of my own show' djarin that he needs more recognition? um, he's perfectly happy teaching padawans how to lift rocks, especially little grogu.
- even among the jedi, din would be underestimated because he is soft spoken, polite, and very minimal in his use of the force. he has one of the lowest death counts of any jedi to the point where people forget he has a lightsaber sometimes. but he's cut off a lot of limbs without even raising his voice. no one has ever seen din truly angry. and no one with an ounce of intelligence wants to see him angry.
-but because din accidentally becoming leader of something is funny: yoda retires without telling anyone. din comes in first thing in the morning to find yoda gone and finds a hologram that says "gone to dagobah i have. retired now. forgot to mention it i did, hrmm hrm!" while din is frowning at the inconvenience, yoda goes on, "first person who opens this message, grandmaster will they become."
- grogu drops his training saber when he senses din in distress. ("grogu, master din is busy right now, please focus.")
-din quietly puts the hologram back where someone else will find it. buuuuuuut the message goes on, "and master din djarin this is. check security feed you must." din tries to put it up to a vote but everyone votes for him anyway because will of the force, and isnt the jedi with the lowest body count best suited to leading the order anyway? grogu hears mental screaming from din and starts wailing for him. the trainer decides to call naptime a little early.
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Summary: Learning the ways of the Force is not always an easy process. Sometimes lessons can take years, even lifetimes to master.
Sometimes your master seems to go out of his way to make it worse.
Shiro felt the chaotic stirrings in the Force just before Keith stormed into their shared quarters.
“You ASSHOLE!”
A faint warning had him snapping his hand up to catch—
A rock?
It was a decently pretty rock, with nice blue and green flecks scattered through it, but overall no more interesting than any other mid-sized pebble they might pick up on a mission.
Keith fumed at Shiro’s shoulder behind the couch, massive waves of fury and irritation flooding off him in Force. So far, all lessons on releasing emotions into the Force had only taught Keith to get better at projecting his feelings, rather than control them.
Ah, well. It was progress.
Maybe.
With deliberate casualness, Shiro put down the mission report he had been reviewing and turned to his padawan.
“Hello, Keith. I could have sworn that wasn’t the correct form of address on Coruscant. Or did I miss a memo?”
“Stop being an ass,” snapped Keith.
Shiro raised his eyebrows. Keith just glared back. So this was going to be one of those conversations. Shiro leaned back into the couch.
“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, Keith. Precisely what part of my assery do you want me to stop?”
Then, recalling he was supposed to be a master and not a fellow padawan, he quickly added, “Ah, not that you should be using that kind of language anyway.”
Keith responded with several words under his breath that made it quite clear he was not taking Shiro’s advice.
Shiro sighed. “Keith. If you have something you want to talk about, I’m here. But for that to work, you’re going to have to actually, you know, talk.”
Keith gave an explosive exhale and flung himself over the back of the couch to land in a sulky sprawl next to Shiro.
Shiro bit back the urge to correct. He still wasn’t certain how to be a Master to a padawan learner—wasn’t even sure he knew how to be a Knight— and Kolivan’s old lectures echoed in his ears. Kolivan wouldn’t have let such impropriety slide. But what his master would have done and what Shiro’s instincts said were constantly at odds, and Shiro just didn’t know which one was right.
This time, his instincts won out. Shiro slumped against the side of the couch, and nudged Keith with the toe of his boot. “What is it.”
Keith shoved Shiro’s foot off the couch and scowled. He pointed at the object in Shiro’s hand. “That’s a rock.”
Shiro double checked that he was, in fact, still holding a rock. He looked back at Keith. “Yes?”
“It’s a kriffing rock!”
This time Shiro ignored the language. “Keith, you’re not giving me much to work with here.”
Keith flung in hands in the air. “It’s from Dazibalb! You said it was special!”
“I...did?”
Keith’s face was getting flushed as he waved his hands about. “Yes!”
“Um…” Shiro examined the innocuous stone in his hand, trying to see how it could be the source of the drama with his padawan.
“I spent a year—a kriffing year!—meditating and researching on it because my master—who is supposed to be TEACHING me—made it seem all important and special. And. It’s Just. A Fucking. ROCK!”
Shiro took a single breath in. Keith was clearly worked up. Shiro was a Jedi Knight and Keith’s master to boot. He needed to react calmly, rationally, with precision and compassion. He let out his breath—
And burst out laughing.
“Shiro!”
“I—aha!—I can’t—”
“Stop it!” Keith grabbed a pillow and started walloping Shiro with it. “It isn’t funny, Shiro!”
“Argh! Keith, get off me—a whole year—”
“Stop laughing, you asshat! I spent MONTHS on this! I went to Master Slav!”
Shiro lost the battle and dissolved into peals of laughter. He could barely breathe through his wheezes while tears gathered on his face.
“I can’t—I can’t—Slav?!”
“I didn’t want to fail!”
Keith’s voice—hardly reliable at the best of times, poor preteen—cracked on that, and Shiro, even crying with laughter, recognized it for what it was. He pushed himself upright, failing (though trying) to force down his laughter.
“I’m not laughing at you.”
Keith pulled back and folded his arms. “Yes, you are,” he sulked.
Shiro choked back another bout of inopportune laughter. “I’m not. It’s just—” A snort slipped out of him, his cheeks hurt—and, nope, he was laughing again. “It’s not you. But your face—”
“Really helping your case there, Shiro,” grumbled Keith, looking away, and damnit, Shiro really needed to pull himself together.
He couldn’t stop the snickering, but he could throw his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders and pull him close. “I adore you,” he promised into Keith’s hair.
Keith still grumbled. “You said—I asked if there was something special, and you said it held the secrets to the Force!”
“I was teasing,” said Shiro, slowly remembering a seemingly meaningless conversation from ages ago. He snorted. “I didn’t expect you to take it seriously.”
“How was I supposed to know that?!” snapped Keith. “You’re my master. You’re supposed to be teaching me, and half this Force stuff doesn’t make sense! You said and—I didn’t know!”
And that, Shiro realized, was the crux of it. The Council hadn’t been happy when Shiro took Keith on as a padawan, claiming he was too emotional and too old, and Keith knew it. He worked hard in his classes, but he was up against classmates who had been studying the Force and the way of the Jedi since they were in diapers. Shiro knew Keith worried. Nevermind that he was a prodigy, insanely powerful, and picked up new Force techniques faster than anyone Shiro had ever seen. Keith felt like he was constantly behind.
“Every padawan has fallen for something like this,” Shiro reassured, ruffling the kid’s hair. “Every. One. Someone started a rumor that the Force comes from little microbes in your body, and that rumor still circulates the creche to freak out Initiates all the time. It happens for everyone.”
Keith huffed. “You didn’t have to laugh at me.” He sounded annoyed, but hurt burnished his presence about the Force.
“I’m sorry,” said Shiro earnestly. Keith’s outrage was funny but not his hurt. “Keith, I would never intentionally make you feel or look stupid.”
Keith flung his arms out. “I don’t know anything! Everyone knows all this stuff, and I don’t know any of it! I’m supposed to be a padawan.”
“You are a padawan,” said Shiro, tugging on Keith’s padawan braid to emphasise the point. “It doesn’t matter what everyone else knows. You’re a padawan learner. The point is to learn, which you’re doing. Where everyone else is doesn’t matter.”
“Younglings know more than me,” grumbled Keith.
“What did I just say?”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Stupid Jedi crap. It’s easy to say when you’re not the one people are calling a non-sensitive in class.”
Shiro snorted. Hard.
“Not at you,” he said to Keith quickly, shaking his head and smashing down dangerous fury that threatened at the mistreatment of his padawan. He snorted again. “If your classmates can’t tell how strong you are in the Force, maybe they are the ones who are non-sensitive.”
Keith slumped, somewhat pacified but still unconvinced.
“You know, Master Yoda didn’t even talk until he was fifty years old. His species ages so slowly most of his clan had already become Masters before he even left the Creche.”
“But he’s Yoda,” protested Keith.
“And how do you know that in ten years, someone won’t be saying the same thing about you?” challenged Shiro. “You’re already one of the best pilots in the Order, and you’re not even a senior padawan yet. You might feel like you’re struggling to catch up now, but I guarantee that before long, all of us will be fighting to keep up with you.”
Keith snorted. “Sure, Shiro.”
“You’ll see,” said Shiro, his nose in the air. “I’m right.”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” And Shiro let him have that. They wouldn’t break through all of Keith’s issues in a day. Instead, he changed the subject.
“Did you really spend months researching?”
Keith slumped into the couch. “I didn’t want you to think I failed you,” he muttered to the floor.
Shiro’s heart trembled and melted. It was deeply humbling to realize how seriously Keith had taken his offhand remark. And a little terrifying. His padawan trusted him so completely, and he—he wasn’t even sure he deserved his rank of Knight.
(How did one go about being a master? How did he be a master when he couldn’t even go to his own master for help? When he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t been Knighted merely because no one had wanted to finish his own training?)
((No one had wanted to train Keith, either, he remembered. Shiro was determined to make sure his padawan never grew up with the same doubts.))
“Did you keep your research?”
Keith looked at him with narrow-eyed suspicion. “Why?”
“I figure if you put in all the work, you might as well get something out of it,” shrugged Shiro. “I bet we could put together a good case for an independent study. Free up your time for more advanced piloting classes.”
Keith’s eyes slowly lit up. “You mean it?”
“Of course, kiddo,” said Shiro. “I didn’t mean to send you on a wild goose chase.”
Keith huffed. Shiro squeezed his shoulders.
“I promise. I’ll be more careful about my teasing. And when I set you a task, I’ll make sure you know it’s an assignment. None of this vague hint stuff.”
Keith grumbled under his breath, but relief whafted off of him in the Force. Shiro really didn’t understand how so many in the Temple described his padawan as unreadable. Keith projected everything. Loudly. If only you took the time to listen.
Shiro tugged on Keith’s padawan braid again. “We good?”
Keith flopped grumpily against Shiro’s side. “You’re the worst,” he said, though the pulse he sent through their training bond didn’t back it up.
“I really am sorry,” said Shiro.
Keith squirmed against his side. “I just feel so dumb,” he admitted in a low mumble. “Anyone else would have known it was just a rock.”
“Well…” Shiro held up the rock, running his senses over it. It had certainly started as an ordinary rock, but things that were in close contact with the Jedi rarely stayed that way for long. Shiro could feel the vague impression of Keith in it, his loyalty and passion, all wrapped up in his fierce determination. Shiro concentrated on the rock as well, focusing on what he felt for Keith, his pride and joy in his padawan, and pushing that into the Force.
When he finished, the sense wasn’t as strong as he would have liked it—Shiro wasn’t very practiced in Force Impressions—but it was there.
“Here,” he said, passing the rock back to Keith. Keith took it somewhat suspiciously, and Shiro felt him prod hestistantly at it in the Force.
“Oh. Huh.” Keith looked up at Shiro, clearly looking for a confirmation that what he was feeling was real.
“Maybe it didn’t start out special,” said Shiro. “But it certainly is now.” He took a chance and ruffled Keith’s hair. “Just like you.”
“Argh!” Keith batted his hand away. “What are you so sappy?”
“Excuse you, I am genuine, charming, and eloquent.”
Keith frowned at him. Then, taking Shiro completely by surprise, he shoved him with the Force, knocking him off the couch and sending him sprawling on the floor.
“Ooof. This is how you repay me?” groaned Shiro from the ground.
“Yep.” Keith preened, unrepentant from his position on the couch. Shiro took a moment to appreciate how far he’d come from the bitter, scared slave he had been when they first met. Smug and triumphant was a good look on him.
“All right.” Shiro accepted defeat. “Pass me my datapad. I need to finish that mission report.”
“Your—What? You’re going to work from the floor?”
“Yep,” said Shiro, not even bothering to sit up.
“You are so weird,” concluded Keith, but a second later Shiro’s datapad was dropping onto his face and he snatched it out of the air.
“Thanks,” said Shiro. He started scrolling through his notes, trying to find where he left off.
“You’re the strangest master in the Order,” said Keith.
Shiro looked up from his datapad. “Would you rather the Council reassign you a different master?” he said hesitantly, trying to hide how the possibility cut him.
But Keith quickly shook his head. “No. I’ll stick with what I’ve got.”
“Me too,” said Shiro, quietly hiding his relief. “I wouldn’t trade you for any other padawan out there. Not for the entire galaxy.”
“Good,” said Keith.
But still, the bond between them seemed to hum just a little warmer and stronger after that.
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