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The Guardian

Chapter 6: Patience

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: ANGST (y'all like actually so much angst), hurt/comfort, mention of canon character deaths, descriptions of violence, banter, references to slavery & war, lil' bit of fluff, self-doubt, grief, sad Ani.

Summary: After spending hours in the Jedi Archives trying to catch up on the last ten years of galactic events, Anakin drags you away for an impromptu sparring session. However, in the throws of saber-to-saber combat, with Obi-Wan as witness, the troubled Jedi lets slip a concerning habit. One that you hope to guide him through.

Song Inspo: Valley of Pain — Bonnie Raitt

Words: 9.5k (I'm sorryyyy)

A/n: Okay, soooo I was thinking about splitting this into two parts, but then I was like ehhhh there's a lot of missing context if I do that. So here we are (I promise I will, like, write the shortest of short chapters for the next one XD). This one is super angst/emotion-heavy to help set up where we are so get ready. Also, please please please comment your thoughts because I got a little experimental with this chapter and would love to know what y'all liked/disliked :))

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Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet — Aristotle

Anakin leaned comfortably against one of many murky inner pillars, each carefully constructed to steady towering rows of azure-luminescent holobooks in the Jedi Archives. As he crossed his arms with a restive huff, the young Jedi was careful to navigate his right elbow so to avoid the large, rounded, and precariously placed head of Neti Jedi Master Ood Bnar. It was one of the many copper busts depicting legendary figures from The Order’s history that surrounded him. All of them thoughtfully gandered from short, gray pillars stationed at the end of every shelving chain up and down the Archives.

Regardless of his vigilant delicacy around such artifacts, Anakin’s primary attention centered on a point in the distance, just five stacks away.

The chestnut-haired man’s sights leveled on you and Ahsoka, comfortably sat on either side of a long hourglass table, part of the several two-seated structures that occupied each Archival study hall.

While he watched on, eyes poised to notice any hint of an end to the scholarly activities before him, he couldn’t help how the Archive’s careful silence infected him. The pin-drop quietude was accented by the intermittent flowing footsteps of a lingering Jedi or the occasional shuffle of a holobook being plucked from its resting place. It stretched the passing seconds like an endless hyperlane. And with each minute flick of sound, the deathly tranquility acted as a reminder.

That Anakin was waiting entirely too long for one of you to call it quits.

The passing hushes of quiet conversation and intermittent, echoing taps of fingers upon holobook screens had all grown tiresome for the impatient Jedi. Even the soft lumbers of elder Masters speaking in low intervals provided little entertainment while he continued to observe you both, hunched over an array of holobooks that marginally added to the yellow luminescence of the dimly lit stone-gray chairs, which engulfed your figures before the marble work surface.

Admittedly, though, Anakin had only entered a few moments ago.

He remembered last night, sharing a few plates of thrantcill pâté with Ahsoka at the far Temple refractory when, in their conversation, she revealed that you’d spent the entirety of yesterday’s afternoon in the Archives, scouring through endless texts regarding the last 10 years of galactic events and figures with her notes as a guide. From what he understood, the two of you had a nice little arrangement going. Ahsoka would study while you borrowed her notes and, in exchange, you would pause your research to quiz her on whatever she was learning these days.

But as a consequence, you had effectively been locked away in an academic prison, at least from Anakin’s perspective.

And he knew, that just wouldn’t do.

So he stopped by the Archives this morning, assuming he’d find you once again, pouring over a mountain of information with angled elbows and firm palms holding you up and awake by the cheekbones.

Despite spending the last decade of your life either studying within the confines of an old, abandoned ship or foraging for supplies in a desolate icescape, it seemed to Anakin that even with your newfound environment of possibility and connection, your engrossment in similar activities would continue in perpetuity.

That was, until he found it necessary to step in.

He pushed off the pillar with a gentle tick from the Force, choosing to saunter over when he began to notice your eyes in particular. Veined and faded red from staring at screens for hours on end.

Yup, time for a break, he decided inwardly.

His heels tapped with each resonant step, bouncing off the sonorously curved high ceilings before eventually leading him to be within reach of causing a mild disruption. As a playful muscle pulled at his lips, Anakin brightly slapped the table with both hands flat while swiftly leaning into your viewpoint.

The unexpected noise startled both you and Ahsoka from your holobooks, simultaneously drawing the eye of a few elder Masters. But that didn’t impede Anakin’s drive. In fact, your heedlessness regarding his presence only fueled his beliefs— that these many hours in the Archives had drained your senses enough, and that he alone would be the one to drag you away from it.

“Okay,” he announced rather loudly. “Enough is enough. You’re gonna turn into a holobook if you stay here for any longer.”

Anakin sucked in your miffed glare while Ahsoka tried to stifle a faint giggle out of the corner of his eye.

“You know I’m doing this, quite literally, to protect you,” you challenged quietly with a raised brow. “Can’t do much guarding without knowing what I’m guarding against.”

“You’re right,” he feigned admittance as he lowered his voice to your level, hopefully to discourage the subtly annoyed yet watchful eyes of a few librarians to his left by kneeling down and pitching in further.

“If this.” He glanced down at the closest holobook, grabbing it to lift into his vision as he read the title. “Holobook on intergalactic political alliances turns into a giant, being-eating Rancor, I know that I’ll be perfectly safe in your very capable, studious hands.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes before a barely perceptible twitch tugged at the corner of your mouth. You swiped the device from him, returning it to its rightful place on the table.

“Knock it off, Smarty,” you quipped as you tried to return to the holobook in hand.

But your subtle amusement was fuel to his teasing fire.

Anakin grinned. “Or you could quote the guidelines of the Coruscant Accords to a sharp-toothed Acklay looking to take a bite. I’m sure that would go over well.”

Anakin’s ears perked as you dropped the holobook you’d been analyzing to the table. Rather abruptly, you placed a hand on the workspace to twist toward the eager Jedi, slight frustration lining your features.

“And what would you suggest?” You asked expectantly.

The responsive Jedi opened his mouth to answer, but paused mid-vocalization as he tried to come up with a reasonable proposal.

Thankfully, the galaxy granted him a moment to think.

“Whatever it is, can you come up with it somewhere else?” Ahsoka piped up in a whisper. “I’m trying to study for my test.”

Anakin observed as your eyes softened toward his frustrated Padawan.

“Sorry, Ahsoka,” you offered earnestly before scooting out of the grunting, asperous seat below. You raised gracefully, leaning over the ornamented table to collect your many holobooks. “We’ll get out of your way.”

Anakin straightened while you grabbed the last text, watching you turn on your heel toward the Archives’ center circle as he followed at your side.

“Need a hand?” He offered while scanning the hazardously stacked pile of holobooks that leveled just below your inquisitive nose.

“No, not at all,” you spoke, dripping with sarcasm. “Can’t distract you from coming up with your grand idea on how I can be your perfect defender.”

An unimpressed frown flickered across his features briefly. That was, until a sudden lightbulb within him buzzed to life.

It was something to cure his boredom and it would meet your objectives, he excused inwardly.

“Well, if you can beat me in a duel, that would certainly prove your abilities,” he suggested casually.

He was hoping not to reveal the sudden wave of excitement that overcame him following these days of stark boredom. Anakin didn’t realize it until that moment, but what he really needed was a good, old-fashioned sparring session. Not with a drone, but with another Jedi. Something low stakes and disconnected from the war.

But the many developments since his arrival had not made that easy.

After Ahsoka had finished her essay that night when they first docked on Coruscant, Master Plo Koon decided to schedule a test covering the last few months of physical science studies from their tutoring sessions. So, with her hidden away in the Archives, Anakin wasn’t able to do much training or guidance as her new Master.

Not that he really had any idea how he was going to go about that anyway. It was all still so new.

He’d just wing it, he thought.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was stuck in back-to-back Council meetings about Maker knows what. Anakin imagined hours-long discussions on possible solutions to the communications system infiltration with Temple technicians by their side, offering tidbits of advice on deconstructing board matrices and tracking transmitter codes as the considerations continued. Tedious, but necessary, he considered.

Even R2-D2 was indisposed, having been temporarily assigned to one of the Temple’s system specialists before Anakin had even arrived at the Temple hangar, left to run diagnostics on the potentially compromised system for hours on end as they moved from sector to sector. Though, while he lost that unofficial race, he knew that the only reason Artoo reached Coruscant first with his handful of clones from the 501st was because of their short ‘diversion’ to Hoth.

So, with everyone busy, that left Anakin with meditation and training alone, neither of which he found particularly enjoyable at the moment. Or, at least, since his time a few months ago on Tatooine.

In the days following Anakin’s return from that arid, porous world, particularly in recent weeks, he found it difficult to be left alone with his mind. Images of his mother, weak and crumbling through his arms, the guttural cries of Tusken Raiders, and the scalding whip of Dooku’s crimson sword would invade his senses in mere moments of solitude. Even in the briefest of silent pauses or calming realities, he’d hear them all. Clawing at his senses. Yanking at his heavy chest.

The worry of that reality pervading indefinitely tapped at the young Jedi’s thoughts like a dark harbinger. Especially in the stillness of the Archives while he waited for you to finish. Before he couldn’t delay any longer.

He was desperate for a distraction to snap his thoughts away.

So, when he suddenly remembered that the time you were spending in the Archives was entirely voluntary, Anakin couldn’t help how his spirit felt a little more enlivened as he hopped up from his meditation, a tottering crisscrossed position between two orange flowering Saavas, to toe race his way to the Archives.

Yes, he did actually want to check in on you after days of study, but Anakin too seemed to have his own personal motivations.

Company is what the young Jedi sought, and he was entirely satisfied to keep it with you.

He considered this draw more deeply, pulling at the roots of his kindling connection with you.

Something shifted in Anakin that night in the Uscru District, legs dangling off the end of one of Coruscant’s largest garbage pits as decaying fumes encircled his ankles.

He hadn’t met a Gray Jedi before, but he wondered if they were all like you. Your kindness and softness when speaking the truth. The warmth of your voice.

It anchored him, to those moments of comfort and safety he felt many years ago, when encircled by his mother’s protective arms. It was especially true on those cold nights, after dark and dreary days, when she would tell him of the tale of the sun-dragon.

How his heart would be his strength, much like how she was his heart.

And he missed that feeling, so greatly that when faced with the sensation again, he fell back into old habits. He couldn’t help it. He’d always told his mother everything, and for a brief glimpse, your nature made him feel at home again.

And so he told you.

Something that he couldn’t even at first admit to Obi-Wan.

He told you his mother died.

But it was when he felt your cold hands in his clammy palms, that he could finally sense the signals swirling within your being that you betrayed on your face to him that night.

Indications you kept very well hidden away.

But the touch of two Jedi freed you to share what you felt for the doe-eyed man, intentionally or not.

And he shouldn’t have been so affected by what he sensed, Anakin argued. The blue-eyed Jedi knew you had trained to dedicate your life to him. Or, at least, to the Chosen One prophecy. But still, for a being he met only a week prior, he couldn’t help but be taken aback.

You exuded tenderness, care, and unwavering loyalty.

For the first time in years, Anakin felt truly perceived in that moment. And while he still grappled with the words spoken that night, overshadowed by unfading ghosts of the past, it finally solidified within his sun dragon heart one cogent decision.

Anakin knew that he could trust you.

“I suppose,” you admitted as you reached the central reference desk, pulling Anakin back into his current reality.

Eyeing the large rotunda in the Archive’s center, you dropped the stack of holobooks at the expansive counter for return with a slight clang. As you pivoted down the main hallway leading to the Archive’s exit, you continued. “But I’m supposed to meet with Master Yoda this afternoon, and I don’t know if he wants to duel with me. So we’ll need to keep it short.”

Anakin grinned victoriously as he nodded. “Sounds good to me!”

—

The jaunt to Training Room C was quick.

At least by Anakin’s standards.

Once again, as his mind drifted, the thoughtful Jedi gazed at the room’s beige-white flooring and textured walls, outlined into zoning squares by dark wooden panels and pillars that crossed with geometric balance. His observations since returning to the Temple were the primary factor influencing his temporary tachysensia. Predominantly, that if yesterday’s experience was any indication, he had every right to believe training room availability would be similarly limited today.

As you stretched your legs against the far wall beside one of the two sets of three-tiered mahogany viewing benches on either side of the dojo, Anakin stood by the room’s entrance, twirling the blue glow of his saber in leisurely circles while dipping further into his memories.

First, he recalled the horde of Jedi present at yesterday morning’s emergency meeting. Anakin couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen that many Jedi in one room. Let alone the sum total, many thousands at least, present in the Temple since his arrival a few days ago.

The one outlier was, of course, the Battle of Geonosis, and the events that immediately followed. It was the first time Anakin realized the sheer power of The Order, fighting in tandem to protect peace in the galaxy against dividing forces.

The young Jedi was pleased by the Republic’s material victory that day. That was never in question. But any feeling of triumph was often overshadowed by the depth of another emotion that stretched and coiled along his bones like a growing mold.

Guilt.

It was clear, he thought. In that moment and in the weeks and months which followed.

He wasn’t strong enough to face Dooku that day.

And he nearly paid the ultimate price.

One glance down at his alloyed, dark steely arm with its thin crevices leading to an interior of gears and overlapping wiring was proof enough. Evidence that maybe if he’d trained a little harder as Obi-Wan’s Padawan, or followed his gut and joined Kenobi on his trek to Kamino, that things would have been different.

Maybe, just maybe, so many lives wouldn’t have been lost to such a stupid war.

A war he nearly prevented from happening in the first place during that battle, stained with Jedi blood.

Maybe, he would’ve been faster in countering Dooku’s rapidly twisting and thunderous blows.

And if he was swifter, maybe his mother would still be alive.

But no, Anakin’s power was no match for Dooku’s wielding.

At least, not yet, he thought.

His mind floated again, to the days and weeks following that deadly day. Scores of Padawans were knighted to feed the growing war effort, including himself. Generals were needed, and more knights were expected to take on Padawans to educate them on how to adapt their abilities to times of conflict.

It was necessary. He knew that. But still, the malformation of a pinnacle Jedi celebration, usually a grand and gradual affair, into rushed trial processes and fleeting bestowment ceremonies made him feel more like a piece of unrefined Duralium stumbling its way through a processing plant than a Jedi.

Though despite his new title, and greater set of responsibilities, Anakin considered himself just as equally removed from the planning affairs as he was when a Padawan.

Once all the Jedi were similarly recalled to the Temple after Geonosis, a flood of Council meetings followed in succession to determine The Order’s place in this war. They petitioned the attendance of many Masters, even giving Master Kenobi his own seat, as they negotiated the Jedi role of peacekeeper while trying to defend against the threat to one thousand years of peace.

And it never relented.

Emergency gatherings spiraled in succession, especially after the bombing of Cato Neimoidia.

He remembered it all well. The smoky remnants of a charred away district lost to the planet’s depths. The medical tents that gently swayed in eery silence, save for the intermittent groans of the few survivors. All of these images displayed in everlasting reels on the HoloNet News, shocking the galaxy into reality. The chaos that followed compelled many to realize that even overt neutrality would not keep worlds safe from this war.

But in these high-level meetings that addressed important events just like this, that strategized how to help these people, Knights or Padawans were never included.

They never included him.

So, instead, much like the past few days, Anakin would wander the Temple halls. Perhaps visit the gardens if he was feeling particularly meditative.

But that was just once. And only because Obi-Wan suggested it after catching him waiting opposite from Training Room R, sitting on the floor and leaning against a pillar with arms resting on each knee and a particularly glum look lining his face.

“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan inquired as he stopped momentarily, no doubt in a hurried dash to another urgent Council meeting, Anakin concluded.

It was a few days before his knighting ceremony, and only a week after his mechanical limb was installed. But he wasn’t feeling as cheerful as he once thought he would be when he was a youngling. He was supposed to feel excited to become a Jedi Knight.

Not lost.

“Waiting,” he huffed in a monotone.

The impatient Jedi watched Obi-Wan angle back to scan the training rooms that lined the rear wall. Anakin’s expression was unchanged as his Master returned toward him in a curious manner.

“Have you been waiting here all day?” He asked inquisitively.

That same flat tone escaped Anakin’s mouth in affirmation.

Obi-Wan hummed with a hint of satisfaction. “If you showed this much patience in your training sessions, you may have learned a lot more,” he mused.

The nearly former Padawan gazed up at him unimpressed when he noticed a lightbulb go off behind Master Kenobi’s brightened eyes.

“You know, this might be a wonderful time for you to meditate. And I know the perfect place!”

Anakin groaned.

It felt like it all happened years ago, Anakin considered. But in reality, it had only been a few months. War had warped his sense of reality, and maybe that was why he felt a strange sense of déjà vu when he returned to the same hall of training dojos the day before, only for each expanse to be occupied with beings like him, loitering by the entrances and against pillars for their turn by the hour.

But today was different for some reason. Many of the training rooms lay vacant and the halls were generally unoccupied, save a few Jedi using the surrounding walkways for travel.

Part of him wanted to investigate. To see if some Jedi were called off to a mission he didn’t know about. No comms meant that he was even less informed about the Temple’s goings-on. But that never stifled his curiosity.

Instead, it all only seemed to further stoke his kindling restlessness.

Then, he remembered. Master Kenobi had offered to spar with him later today. Maybe he’d get some answers then.

But then again, if history with The Council proved repeatable, probably not.

“Are you gonna twirl that thing all day or are we gonna spar?”

Your sonorous voice shocked the distracted Jedi out of his stupor. He spun toward you, recognizing your casual stance, saber unsheathed and dangling at your side in its luminescent gray as you gazed at him expectantly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled while approaching your figure.

“Watcha thinking about?” You asked once Anakin’s gate mollified.

“Oh,” he inflated with a cartoonish shrug. “Just about how this thing is gonna end before I’ve had the chance to build up a sweat,” he grinned while crouching into an attack stance.

You mirrored his pose, matching his outward repartee with striking, fiery orbs.

“You should have more confidence” you scolded in jest. “I’m sure you’ll get some blocks in.”

Anakin rolled his eyes at the wide beam that engulfed your face. He leaned into his knees, centering his connection with the tingling flow around him.

“What is it you said?” The young man challenged confidently. “May the best Jedi win?”

“That statement still stands,” you affirmed, not skipping a beat.

A smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth.

“Show me what you got…

…Chosen One”

Anakin took this as his cue, kicking off with a running start before pouncing at you from a few meters away with a hard strike toward your rib. He slowed his surroundings with the Force, observing you launch your blade upwards to block the powerful blow with both hands squeezed on the hilt, releasing a hiss from the impact.

You thrust his blade down with your own as he decided to swiftly use that momentum to his advantage. Quickly, he swung his saber back around to strike you down the center. Flinging your weapon up, you deterred the attack with the horizontal posture of the blade. Again, Anakin watched as you slid that blue glow with the hammering snap of your saber toward the floor.

But the blue-eyed man only viewed this as another opportunity.

He twirled on his heel to boldly strike at your other flank. Yet, despite his keenness, you managed to successfully snag this attack too, a straightforward inversion of your blade standing before his path.

The simplicity sparked a flicker of annoyance within the young Jedi. His greatest strength was using his opponent’s attacks against them. And you were making the employment of that particular strategy very difficult.

He continued his strikes with more fervor this time, hoping to break your reinforced wall of defense and coax you into launching your own, fissuring swings. But no matter how much he Force-energized each crack, no matter how rapidly he recovered from your nimble deflections, he couldn’t seem to break your stoic face or weaponized fortification.

“Are you gonna try to fight me at some point?” Anakin drew out as he bounced back from your diverting blade’s assertive whip against his saber, forcing him nearly fifteen meters away.

Like a dance, the two of you melted into a circling prowl, using the space to breathe. Each step enlivened Anakin’s impulse to continue the duel as he surveyed your mimicking movements to keep the eager Jedi a sufficient length away.

“I thought you wanted to work up a sweat?” You exhaled innocently while continuing your slinking annular shuffle.

Anakin felt an intense heat billow behind his eyes as his confident yet teasing nature began to splinter into a more soured tone. Usually, he was not so affected by such innocent pokes. In fact, he found these moments regularly enjoyable, adding a taste of lightheartedness to the typically tense beats of combat.

But his mind was swirling all day with images of the past.

Images of failure.

Of failing others. Of failing the world.

His mother.

And in this transient instance, for some unknown reason, it felt like more than he could presently handle.

But before he could respond to your directed quip, another voice echoed into the training room from the dojo’s double gray doors with L-shaped mustard accents, having whooshed open without him realizing in the last few minutes.

“Anakin doesn’t like it when opponents go easy on him,” Obi-Wan commented as he entered his peripheral.

The peeved Jedi noticed your eyebrows raise in contest across from him at the Master’s words.

“I’m not going easy on him,” you clarified while leaning into another step along the arbitrary sphere of distance you and Anakin delicately maintained.

“Then I take it this is going well?” Master Kenobi announced to no one in particular.

The curious, bearded Jedi strolled to the side for a better view of the duel in discoidal stasis, lowering his form to the edge of the nearest Mahogany viewing bench before crossing his legs in humming anticipation.

“Yes, it is,” Anakin gritted. “In fact, I was just about to find an opening.”

“No you weren’t,” you deadpanned.

Anakin huffed at the truth of your statement as his heart rate quickened. He was beginning to grow tired of your overconfident comments and steadfast defense. He had too much on his mind and didn’t need someone else pointing out his ineptitude.

“Sparring isn’t always about the offensive,” Obi-Wan remarked casually to the atmosphere. “Sometimes it means allowing others to take the initiative for the duel to progress.”

“Tell him that!” You exclaimed with a sigh. “I feel like I’ve been fighting a training droid for the last half an hour.”

Suddenly, something in Anakin snapped. His meticulously bubbling frustration and annoyance had whipped into a flash of pure, blistering anger.

He reacted quickly, propelling himself out of his steady march with a shout as he determinedly bolted toward your figure, most of his connection to his surroundings stripping away to pyre his vehemence.

The Chosen One’s eyes narrowed on one objective and one objective alone— securing an opening.

He neared your form within a second, blade aimed at your shoulder and vision pinpointed like a laser on the curved dark gray spot of your smoothed-over cloak. He could almost smell those memorable industrial fumes of the shop from which you both purchased it, hovering staunchly above the seams as he neared your form.

But as his saber split down with a low whine to claim final victory, your own weapon sprung to life, knocking the blade out of its path and down toward his feet in a buzzing blare.

Anakin heaved his plasma sword up, revving for another turbulent swing as he let out an indignant grunt. His eyes were still locked on the same shoulder when it suddenly spun from sight in a blink. Out of nowhere, an abrupt blazing heat graced his opposite cheek like a near brush with a welder.

Registering the sensation, Anakin whipped around, searching for your figure only to find you stood behind him, sheathing your saber before clipping it to your belt with a clink. You trekked toward the somewhat stunned Jedi, a conflicted stitch tweaking your brows as you finished your approach.

Once you reached him, Anakin felt you tenderly grab his open hand, pulling it free and flipping it over to unlatch his palm. The young Jedi observed you raise your other hand, wrapped in a loose fist, but not for long. It hovered about his hand for only a moment before releasing into his grasp a couple strands of chestnut hair, lightly soaked in your sweat that perspired from head to toe, and perceptibly singed black on one smoky vestige.

Anakin stared at the strands, embarrassment prickling each finger pad as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

That was, until your hands met his.

You closed his fingers into a gentle fist, encouraging him to clutch the locks as softly as their texture.

He gazed up at you, taking in your soothing silver eyes and worried smile as an aura of concern leaked from your being like a latched wire. Swimming like loose electricity from your palm, into his.

“We need to talk.”

—

As you gently led Anakin to one of the training room’s far corners with a soft hand on the back of his elbow, your being was steadily flooding with unsettling disquiet, permeating throughout your circulatory system.

You had noticed fairly quickly, how Anakin’s chagrined eyes subtly shifted at your troubled words toward his former Master, who discernibly observed the scene unfold before him with a knowing shake of his head. Skywalker still internalized Kenobi’s judgments, including the ones that accompanied a perennial frown, you realized. And from his unsurprised expression, it seemed that Obi-Wan had observed these same alarming habits at some point in his life as well.

It was evident that the Master’s cavalier comportment further confirmed your suspicions— that they had not been fully addressed.

At least, not in a way that Anakin may have fully understood.

You noticed it again today, just before the spar began. Anakin, trapped in his own little world within the confines of his expansive mind. Whirling his saber vacantly with muscle memory akin to twisting one’s hair to pass the time. Within those few moments, while internalizing the satisfying stretch of your hamstrings as you prepared for the duel, you couldn’t help but sense the waves of emotion that rolled off the open-hearted Jedi.

Amusement, annoyance, frustration, hopelessness.

And most notably, rage.

You could only guess what thoughts were running through his head. You’d probably only scratched the surface of his internal struggles when he revealed some of them to you a few nights ago. But with time to reflect, you now wondered if that grief clouded his mind too strongly. Shielding him from understanding your words, or even the guidance others may have bestowed upon him in the past regarding this very issue.

You welcomed theories to invade your mind, consume your thoughts, and give you a moment of escape.

Focusing on this small blip in his signature proved far more attractive, more manageable than the vacuum your mind produced in other activities, including your studies in the Temple Archives. Even that distraction manifested as inadequate as you tried to break from your inner affliction rooted in Qui-Gon’s death. You’d spent countless hours flipping through Ahsoka’s notes, shuffling through holobooks filled with complicated galactic developments, trade agreements, alliances, controversial political figures, but nothing seemed to center you.

Nothing seemed to stop his face from appearing when your eyes closed. Even momentarily.

Even when you blinked.

Nothing, well, except for this.

Except for doing what you were made for.

Focusing mind, body, and soul on The Chosen One.

So you dove into the murky waters of this puzzle, only hinted at in your short time together.

The connection drew your memory back to that frenzied escape from Hoth. When you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan stood unified in an Aegean sphere of incandescence against the monstrous Wampan threat. You remembered, the three of you exchanging teasing jabs as you slashed down each beast with agile grace.

But as you dug deeper into that moment, the inner turmoil you sensed from the Chosen One only moments ago now suddenly felt very familiar.

And very alive.

It was Obi-Wan’a quip at Anakin’s apparent lack of humility that struck a similar, irate chord within the young Jedi. And in his frustration to verbally defend himself, he took an easily preventable blow to the face.

Withdrawing from your mind, you glanced up at the healing reddish-brown cut that stretched across his upper cheekbone. You drank it in as you continued to lead him toward the training room’s far wall. While you lacked the time or center of mind to acknowledge it then, you felt it necessary to address now.

You felt for Anakin’s past struggles. You really did. And deep within your being, you fervently believed that the swirling emotions surrounding his mother’s passing and childhood enslavement were justified. Those were deep, crimson scars that would take many years to stitch together. To heal. You yourself had only just begun that journey of loss with your own Master. You were still unable to fully pull away from the initial shock and amplified emptiness felt from learning of his passing.

And by virtue of his history, Anakin’s heedless frustrations toward meaningless words and enduring circumstances made you wonder. Did this powerful Jedi even have the tools to digest your guidance from a few nights ago concerning these very situations? Did he hear you about the importance of acknowledging those moments in life, before letting them go?

It was much like the errant thoughts of forceless beings, which you were compelled to guide past all senses for your own mental survival a couple nights prior.

You continued to draw on the similarities of your circumstances, excavating each moment, before realizing one important factor. That you were only able to feel that relief, that suffocating weight lifted, because of the guidance of others.

Because Obi-Wan gave you a little push.

So, you decided to do the same.

At first, as the duel began, most of your vitality was captivated by efforts to sense any blips in the blue-eyed Jedi’s signature.

But that constrained you to a perpetual defense, focused only on thwarting each intrepid blow. It was necessary, to stray from the energy-siphoning movements required to launch an offense that could counter Anakin’s aggressive form, if you were to successfully carry out your own furtive objectives. His style was elegant, technique steadfast, and it took a considerable toll on you to keep your focus on both the fight and any indications that would barely leak into the Force.

But these actions had unintended consequences, revealing that sucking the bustle out of the duel would be as equally infecting as one of Obi-Wan’s elicit remarks.

So, you leaned into it.

Keeping a relentless guard meant less opportunity for Anakin to use one of your strikes against you. A telltale tactic of Djem So. And it generated a number of occasions for you to toss in a few comments to test the waters. So much so, that when you pointedly told a certain, teasing Jedi Master that you were, in fact, not going easy on him, you were telling the truth. Your defense remained physical, but your offense flourished verbally with quip after quip.

But in those moments, as you sensed his vexation reach its peak, your own heart felt darkened. Weighted down like the planet’s gravitational pull as you carried out this assessment of mental fortitude. It was another chip at your empathetic being, flying away like loose debris traveling through the vacuum of space. Another task in protecting The Chosen One further plunged your identity into utter uncertainty.

You were also not going very easy on yourself.

But it didn’t last long, as it appeared that comparing him to an inanimate Jedi training device seemed to do the trick.

In a way, his sudden dart toward your smaller frame hurt most of all. Not only because you had a hand in driving him to this level of rage, but because you had never seen him so easily reduced to this level of vulnerability. Having known him only a week, you already understood through those many late-night conversations on a thousand-year-old space bucket, in the Coruscant garbage pits, and during your exploration of the entertainment district— where he had the gall to suggest orange was not your color— that his absorbent heart and related impatience was, as of now, his greatest weakness.

One you were sure the Sith would use against him, as they had with other Jedi thousands of years prior.

In some manner, it scared you. The ease with which you pinpointed this fragility in the brief time of knowing him. It was true, you had an uncanny ability to connect with others. But not this easily.

Maybe it was because you saw too much of yourself within him.

Or maybe the two of you were connected far beyond the confines of a prophecy.

Maybe, even through the Force itself.

Yet he tossed his connection to the Force aside in his mad dash to win. The ferocious Jedi was so focused on a strike, a successful nearness of his blade to some part of you to claim victory, that he momentarily tossed away any and all perception of protecting himself.

And it pained you, cavernously, the ease with which you blocked and dodged his subsequent blows. They were unstable, sloppy, and fueled by frustration rather than grounded in his connection to the Galaxy.

It left his entire form accessible to a fatal blow.

So, you decided to make your point in a way he couldn’t ignore.

Swiping your saber rapidly across a loose lock of chestnut hair hanging centimeters from his cheek, you allowed it to fall upon your palm to present the suddenly bewildered Jedi, who was swiftly silenced after realizing the damage you could have done.

You allowed your mind to extrapolate any words from thoughts that continued to rush over you as you both slowed to a halt on the opposite side of the training room from Obi-Wan. Your attentive eyes trained on his uncomfortable expression with a gaze wandering indefinitely, much like a youngling who had been caught taking too many sweets from one of the refractories.

“Your anger is concerning,” you began in a hushed tone.

Maybe those weren’t the right words, and maybe this wasn’t the best setting, but you were hoping to get some real answers that weren’t colored by responses saved for his Master's presence. You had your own difficulty sharing internal struggles with your Master, and he was the only other person around. You wanted this to be different.

Anakin’s eyes suddenly shot at you, narrowing in confusion.

“You were the one who told me my anger was justified.”

“I told you, that it’s ok to be angry sometimes, especially when losing someone you care deeply about,” you began in a softer lull. “That is completely different from allowing a staunch rage to get the best of you from impatience and words.”

Anakin’s eyes softened as he began to absorb your observations while his head slightly dipped in discomfort.

“Hey,” you whispered, touching his wrist, hot from exertion, lifting his uncertain eyes back toward you. “I’m here to look out for you. And I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t say that you need to be more patient and not take what others say to heart. It’s gonna get you killed.”

Your exposition seemed to click within the troubled Jedi in a way far different from your midnight murmurings on the Uscru District garbage pit overhang. You watched as he glimpsed downward, following his line of vision to the metal arm whose fingers he flexed in creaking evaluation.

You wondered…

“Did you…?”

“Yes.”

And that was all the answers you needed, the rest you felt through the Force.

Regret, frustration, and something new—

Realization.

But despite this potential step forward, you found it strange that even losing an arm to impatience and anger didn’t lead him to these reflections earlier.

“It’s not that easy.”

Or maybe it did.

You raised your gaze back up toward Anakin, his dejected stare stuck to the steel limb as if he wasn’t looking at anything at all.

As if his vision was thrown into darkness.

“You’re right, it’s not,” you admitted as, once more, you were met with a flood of questions through his countenance alone.

“It’s a task. Of constantly reminding yourself that what I, or Obi-Wan, or the world says to you or about you doesn’t matter. I mean, who cares what everyone says? It doesn’t change who you are until you let it.”

You stilled, observing Anakin’s brows relax ever so slightly. Yet skepticism still colored his absentmindedly agape lips. Even without connecting physically, you could tell that despite your statement, he was riddled with doubts. You knew he’d heard your words, but he didn’t believe them.

So, you decided to tell him what you really believed.

“I’ll tell you right now. You, right now, are good. And you, at this very moment in time, are enough.”

Anakin’s mouth closed as he gazed up at you in anticipation, a galaxy of sentiments flaring behind his eyes.

You breathed. “No one is gonna change that. And I’m not just saying that to save face. I mean it.”

For the first time in what felt like a long, clouded while, a smile peeked out from his subtly solemn expression. An air of solace had begun to enter the Force.

It seemed like being heard was what Anakin needed. Someone to recognize what he was feeling. What he struggled with. What he continued to battle, inside and out.

And you were happy to be that person.

“And it won’t be remedied overnight. Remind yourself of that.”

You knew what it was like to struggle with these emotions, realizing that what fed them most was your utter isolation. In a sense, despite being in closer proximity to others than you ever had, Anakin still seemed just as alone as you in these conflicts.

And that dealt another sharp blow at your opened heart.

“Look, I’m really sorry. I pushed you too far.” His shoulders relaxed at the softness of your voice. “I just needed you to see what this frustration does to you. It leaves you exposed. And, honestly, if I was less skilled, your blindness may have done some real damage.

His eyes widened, “I would never…”

“I know,” you rested a comforting hand on his flushed arm as he relaxed. “You would never, intentionally,” you assured, though your phrasing still had unnerved the young man. “But you made a mistake, and I’m just hoping to show you why it’s important to learn from it.”

You watched as he nodded, drinking in your sympathetic and forgiving nature into his own being. The two of you breathed through the stillness, allowing both of your feelings to stabilize through the fine sting of sensitivities that traveled back and forth across your hand, tenderly fastened to his lower arm with the Force swimming in between.

“You know,” he began, as you felt the air around him lift delicately. “I know someone who’d really like you.”

You took this compliment as permission for a more upbeat response. So your eyes squinted teasingly.

“Sounds like they have great taste.”

“Silvey!”

You paused momentarily before turning to the exclamation, still getting used to the nickname as Obi-Wan entered your vision from his place on the lower left of the far viewing bench. “Don’t you need to meet with Master Yoda soon?”

Windu must have told him in one of their Council meetings you’d heard so much about from Ahsoka this morning. You glanced up to your left at the wall-mounted chronometer displaying the time in bright blue symbols before approaching the bearded Jedi, a gradually settling Anakin following close behind as you called back.

“I’ve got some time!”

Quieting your voice, you turned to Anakin with a lighthearted taunt as you both continued your leisurely pace.

“You know, I bet you could’ve beat me if you waited a little longer.”

Anakin grinned at your brighter tone as the last of his worries washed away into the Force. It was, again, much like the thoughts of those clubgoers a few nights ago as, he too, seemingly took your words to heart.

“Give me another chance and we’ll see,” he commented, underhandedly complimenting your skills.

You smiled, a weightlessness overcoming you.

“You’re on.”

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Obi-Wan Kenobi had seen this before.

Too many times to count.

Anakin had a habit of becoming lost within himself, allowing emotions to take over in place of duty, and logic. But despite the occasional slip-ups, the Master believed that his former Padawan had matured greatly in the past decade. His connection to the Force had deepened while his ties to outward attachments withered with time. From the beginning, that was something he knew the Council was especially concerned about when he joined The Order at such an old age.

Yes, he still made a habit of acting before thinking, much to the bearded Jedi’s chagrin. But he always proved to get the job done.

Anakin never let him down.

However, in the last month, Obi-Wan had noticed a familiar turmoil affecting the young Jedi, beginning soon after the attempted assassination of Naboo Senator Padmé Amidala.

In the days that followed, when Anakin was tasked with protecting the Senator, before traveling to Tatooine and, then, becoming involved in the Battle of Geonosis, Obi-Wan sensed that inky substance Master Yoda felt years ago begin to foam up from the depths of his being once more.

“I sense much fear in you.”

And Master Kenobi was finally witness to how greatly his fear had grown that day on Geonosis. When Padmé was knocked out of the LAAT tasked with chasing after Count Dooku, it was the first time Obi-Wan saw Anakin consider negating his duty for a connection. He nearly leapt out of that transport without a second thought, about to blindly storm after his feelings instead of pursuing Dooku to possibly put an end to this war before it even started.

It was a connection that worried him. That concerned Master Yoda as well. So much so that in those days following Anakin’s recovery after losing his arm, Obi-Wan pleaded with Padmé herself to end whatever bonds were forming between the two.

She reluctantly agreed, and though he trusted the word of the former Queen, Kenobi was still bothered by those moments of them together. Like the glances stolen during the holocomm data transfer following their escape from the Trade Federation home world, or the subtle moments shared out of earshot of both him and the clones during their brief medical supply pickup on Naboo last week.

It was instances like these when the Master Jedi wondered if maybe time would be the greatest teacher. Maybe confronting Padmé changed the nature of their bond. Strengthened it, even. Then, it was quite possible that further interference would have just made the situation worse.

He did finally convince Anakin to stay with him on that LAAT before they reached Count Dooku, who was attempting an escape through a dark, underground hangar. But despite Master Kenobi’s best efforts, those bubbling feelings of anger and hate pushed the young Jedi’s agitation over the edge.

Obi-Wan told him to wait. That they would only defeat Dooku if they faced him together. As a team.

As brothers.

But he didn’t listen.

They were unmatched fighting alone, handing Dooku off like some rabid animal bouncing between prey as Anakin tried to recover from his premature mistake.

And it nearly killed Obi-Wan.

But Anakin’s heart was too ferocious to let that happen.

Rage guided his hand, and his hand he lost.

In the weeks that followed, when Anakin was knighted and while the bombing of Cato Neimoidia temporarily threw them apart, Master Kenobi truly believed that this near-death experience at the hands of a Sith Lord had finally proved sobering to his stubborn friend.

But this moment… In his duel with his defender…

Maybe the Master Jedi was wrong.

Obi-Wan knew Anakin blamed himself every day for not ending the war before it started that day on Geonosis. Yet he worried that no matter the damage that came to Anakin from his own choices, he would never learn.

Deep down, Obi-Wan believed that Anakin never grasped the gravity of his actions because he thought he deserved the grave consequences he faced for each and every one of them. By some strange logic, losing an arm was his punishment for not stopping a war, and it excused him from doing differently.

And much like a flagellant, he dealt his own punishment by continuing to march down this path of self-destruction.

But he thought he had it under control. That he had finally taken his Master's teachings to heart and found solace in connecting with the Force, using the flow to wash away his troubles. At least he did when Anakin was given his own battalion. When he was assigned his own Padawan.

When he was distracted by the unstoppable toil of war.

Obi-Wan thought that his young friend had finally pulled himself together to lead like the great Jedi he knew he could be.

But now, with an indefinite pause as the communications system is evaluated, Obi-Wan sensed Anakin slip back into bad habits.

However, Master Kenobi, always the optimist, thought it would pass. That these cursory moments were just flukes, temporary setbacks that could happen to anyone in moments of peace.

But as his own eyes lay open to that rage take hold all over again in his battle with you, it felt like he was staring through a mirror of time, back when Anakin was first dealing with his feelings of the past as that youngling on Tatooine.

This instant seemed like more than a fluke, Obi-Wan thought. Maybe the new memories made old ones stronger.

So, while he watched you and Anakin re-approach the training room’s center sparring square, despite the new calm he sensed radiating off the duo, Kenobi kept his reservations about the consequences of incensing Anakin too vigorously in one session.

Thus, he did what any good arbitrator would do.

He deflected

“You may want to take a break,” he remarked toward your figure as it stalled, allowing Anakin to settle across from you. “You won’t have the energy you need to spar with Master Yoda should he request it.”

But, instead of acknowledging the inherent truth of his statement, you took the more ‘Anakin’ approach.

“Just wait,” you smirked smugly, turning to face the dark-robbed Jedi in a readied stance as you withdrew your saber from your carefully hidden belt with a click. “I plan to end this fight quickly.”

His head whipped to Anakin as unease tugged at creasing lips. Obi-Wan knew what Anakin was like if someone pushed him too far. And he was worried, for both of you, that you had done just that.

As he heard the faint activation of your gray luminance with a whirl and a fading hiss, his eyes settled on his former Padawan, expecting at best a rumble in his life force, a pointed stare, an annoyed huff.

But what he was met with, was most unexpected.

Anakin’s eyes creased mirthfully as he chuckled. The suddenly grinning Jedi popped you a grateful glance that spoke unknown tales as he unsheathed his own weapon with a bright flash, allowing its blue glow to complete the mirror.

Now it was Obi-Wan’s turn to furrow his brows in confusion. Perplexity surrounding this sudden change turned into intrigue as he stationed an elbow on each of his unfolded knees, leaning into the scene to further analyze this development. As the two of you bent at the ready five meters apart, a gentle smile shared on each face with mysterious calm and collection, peace seemed to be the space’s only purveyor.

Seconds passed, minutes wallowed, and still, that stark rush of power Kenobi always recognized in a duel with Anakin never came. The two of you stood in utter stillness, the gently muffled footfalls of passing Jedi in the outer hall accenting the echo of the wider Temple’s exterior.

That was, until you broke the hush.

“Aren’t you gonna come get me?” You asked in a challenging voice.

Anakin raised a brow intuitively. “You’re kidding, right?”

And just as rapidly sweeping as the pause that followed, Obi-Wan noticed a proud grin flash across your face before your legs propelled forward like lightning, meeting Anakin’s swiftly diverting blade with a slate clash. Master Kenobi observed as you spun with your saber stark behind you to block his first blow after flinging your sword into a whirl.

It wasn’t long after you vaulted over the young Jedi to reach his rear side when the Master noticed you return to old habits, sticking to a well-built guard as you blocked and parried blow after blow from your eerily calm opponent. The persistent offensive and defensive divide split you both into equal parts, like either side of a credit. It was a perfect balance that Obi-Wan knew drove Anakin to madness like nothing else in their own training sessions. Yet, the young Jedi seemed unaffected by this stasis.

In fact, he appeared pleased.

But even this did not fully convince the Master Jedi of any statistically significant change. He was an evidence man at heart, after all. And a few smiles and certainly odd behavior was not going to be enough to encourage him to consider this strange development fully. Obi-Wan would let these thoughts wash away without the proof to fully consider them.

That was, of course, before what happened next.

It was in those moments that followed, that Master Kenobi finally asked himself— how?

What he’d spent years trying to teach Anakin about patience, through connecting with the Force, breaking past bonds, and accepting the ways of the Jedi Order— if not to at least teach him the merits of flow and faith— you seemed to do in just the matter of a morning.

Sensibly, as he recovered from the initial surprise of the next instances, Obi-Wan knew that Anakin was not a changed man. But it did certainly feel like it when he observed this unexpected breakthrough take place before his eyes. It usually took weeks, or even months for Anakin to understand Obi-Wan’s teachings when he was his Padawan.

And he couldn’t deny that it was still like that now.

Yet here he was, demonstrating the equivalent of months of meditative progress after a short, albeit evidently salient, conversation with you.

And oh how Obi-Wan desired to know what you said to him. The words you used, the phrasing, the voice.

What was it about you that finally got one of his teachings through to Anakin?

More than ever before, as Obi-Wan’s eyes locked intently with your figure, he wanted to understand you, deeply. Not just due to your connection to Qui-Gon, but because of your mystery. Your past was an enigma, known only by his late Master, a barren ice planet, and the Force itself. Your notable intelligence, pervasive empathy, and skilled abilities had to come from somewhere. From some experience. Some reality.

The General surmised that, in that short moment, Anakin’s eyes must have been unveiled due to a conversation entrenched in those very qualities that he too began to have a swelling affinity for.

He needed, no, was compelled to know about your past, who you truly were, and how you became the skilled Jedi presented before him.

All of these thoughts and intrigues flowered throughout Obi-Wan’s mind as he observed nearly a half an hour into the fight the subtle mistake in your lunged footing. Anakin redirected your block to the ground before tripping your errant leg out from under you with a quick flick of his own, plunging you back first to the milky wooden-lined tile below.

As the blue incandescents of his blade swiveled inches from your throat, Obi-Wan’s slightly widened eyes were further coaxed by the sudden breathy chuckle that escaped from your lips.

A gentle smile inched across Anakin’s countenance as he held his blade firm. To anyone else, his expression would have easily been excused for simple sportsmanship. A manner that aired accolades of ‘you fought well’ to the opponent.

But Obi-Wan knew him better than that. He knew that tempered grin. He’d seen it before, albeit rarely. The first time being at the Temple ten years ago, during one of their first training sessions. Anakin told him he had said the same to Qui-Gon, but his confidence and fortitude drove him to tell his new Master as well.

“I had a dream I was a Jedi. I went to Tatooine and freed all the slaves.”

And despite the following discussions on attachments, and the importance of letting them go, that smile remained. Primitively, Obi-Wan thought it was just Anakin’s version of a dreamy expression, or childlike wonder. But he learned after years of becoming his friend, that it meant nothing of the sort.

It was hope, he concluded. Hope in himself. Hope in doing the right thing.

And now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen that look in years.

But before he could dive further into what all this meant, you finally spoke up.

Following a few stabilizing coughs with elbows planted for support, you gazed at The Chosen One earnestly as your voice softly flowed from you.

“Now that’s a Jedi I’m proud to defend.”

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spacewombatty · 5 months

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Anakin begins every movie upright, is leaning dangerously to the side halfway through, and ends the movie with his head in Obi-Wan’s lap without fail. The Jedi is unfazed everytime, and just moves to set his popcorn bowl on his padawan’s forehead. When he wants his food salted, Obi-Wan puts on Anakin’s favorite space telenovelas.

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 4 months

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Always be my Master

Soooo!!!!! Since the author reveals are up for the @topwan-obikin fest I can post the fics that I have (so far) submitted for the fest! This is the first one, I hope you enjoy it, you can also find it HERE on AO3. Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Anakin has just been knighted, and both he and Obi-Wan are having a hard time with what that could mean for them. Neither of them are looking forward to the distance that could be put between them once they start taking on separate missions from the Council, but Anakin has a little something planned to hopefully help Obi-Wan feel a bit better about the situation.

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The knighting ceremony went off without a hitch, thank the Force. Obi-Wan wasn't sure his already shattered nerves could have taken anything less than perfection. Anakin did splendidly, as Obi-Wan had known he would, and now stood before him as an official Jedi Knight, no longer a Padawan, no longer his charge. And now that it was over, Obi-Wan felt not only the sense of pride he knew he would, but also a small amount of loss. He had been Anakin’s master for so long now, he couldn't imagine being anything less, just another Jedi beside him. He wasn't sure he knew life outside of Anakin anymore.

Anakin was feeling much of the same. Of course he had been thrilled to finally be knighted, but he was also worried that it meant he would be seeing less of Obi-Wan than he usually did. Now that he was knighted it meant separate missions, being on planets in different systems. It could mean weeks apart from Obi-Wan, or months, even… years. The woe outweighed the joy of the ceremony, and the pit in his stomach continued to grow, he hated it. But as much as he knew he was dreading the change and the possible, more likely imminent, parting from Obi-Wan on Council missions, Anakin knew his former master was taking it a slight bit harder.

Despite Obi-Wan trying his hardest over the days leading up to the ceremony to keep the bond closed, Anakin was able to catch a few quick glimpses of his feelings. Most of which were the same as Anakin’s, though even more so. He too was worried about what would become of them after they were no longer connected as Master and Padawan, and he was more and more anxious as the day grew closer and closer. Anakin could tell Obi-Wan was taking the whole thing even harder than he was, but he was doing a great job if not letting it show outside the bond.

Through the entire ceremony Obi-Wan had been the epitome of calm. He stood and watched as Anakin was knighted, smiled proudly when his braid was cut. Even now as they walked side by side back to their chambers, he still remained as serene as he always was, but Anakin could still feel the faintest buzz of welling chaos slipping through the bond.

When they stepped inside their shared chambers and were standing outside their room doors, the air between them became charged, and Anakin was suddenly nervous. He’d honestly been more excited for this moment than he had been for his knighting ceremony. His hand fiddled with the small box he’d tucked into his robe pocket just before the ceremony, his fingers ran nervously over the clasp keeping the box shut. Anakin had gone out and bought it the day he found out the date if his ceremony, he'd had to sneak away from Obi-Wan and his insistence on a training session to get it, but he wanted to wait until after the ceremony to give it to his former Master and he wanted to do it when they were alone. Now was the perfect time.

"Obi-Wan, I-"

"Congratulations, Anakin," Obi-wan stopped him short, a smile plastered on his face, though Anakin could tell it was forced, "I want you to know I am very proud of you. You've worked hard to get here, and you deserve every bit of recognition for your efforts. I know you will do well as a Knight under the Order. And know should you ever need me, I will always be here for you. Good night, Anakin."

And without so much as a second glance Obi-Wan turned, walked into his room, and closed the door behind him.

Anakin wasn't at all surprised by Obi-Wan’s elusive behaviour, he'd seen it coming over the weeks. He knew it was just Obi-Wan’s typical and ever predictable nature, the 'push you away before I end up hurt' phase that he had seen one too many times from his Master. Especially since the death of Qui-Gon. But Anakin was not going to sit idly by and let Obi-Wan force him out of his life, in fact, he actually had quite the opposite plan.

He gave Obi-Wan a few more moments of peace before he knocked on his door. Obi-Wan opened it with a confused look as he had only been with Anakin just a few moments before.

"Anakin?" He said, brow raised. "Aren't you going out with the other Padawan’s to celebrate your knighting?"

"I am," he nodded, "but not tonight. A few of the others aren't being knighted for a few more days, so we're all going out next week to celebrate everyone at once."

Obi-Wan’s mouth opened in a silent 'ah' before he asked, "And why are you here then? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, I uh…" Anakin chuckled slightly, pulled the black box from his pocket and held it out toward Obi-Wan. "I got you something."

"Oh, Anakin, you didn't-"

"I wanted to," he stopped his protests, another thing Anakin had predicted his Master would do. But he held strong and pushed the box closer to Obi-wan, "please take it."

Obi-Wan sighed but eventually did take the box, and Anakin waited, quite impatiently, for Obi-Wan to open it. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened when he saw what rested inside. A simple gold chain with a medallion attached, on the surface of which was carved in a beautifully intricate pattern of swirls.

"Anakin…" Obi-Wan breathed as his fingers gently caressed the medallion.

"Look, I know Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments and possessions," he began, "but I could tell you were having as much of a hard time as I am letting go of the whole Master and Padawan thing, so I wanted to give you something to thank you for everything you've done for me over the years we've been together. I know it’s not much, but I made sure the chain is long enough that if you decide to wear it, no one will be able to see it under your clothes, and only I will know it's there. Our secret. If you want to wear it, that is."

"Of course I'll wear it, Anakin." Obi-Wan was breathless at this point, completely reeling from not only the gift, but also the thought Anakin had clearly put into it. "This is so very thoughtful of you, and I shall cherish it always. Thank you, my Pa-Anakin."

Anakin smirked at the slip and replied, "You're welcome, Master," he accentuated the title he still fully intended to use, "and good night, I'm glad you like it."

With a quick bow to Obi-Wan, Anakin turned and walked into his own room across the hall. As soon as Anakin was behind his closed door, Obi-Wan took the medallion from the box and lifted the chain over his head, settling the medallion in the center of his chest, close to his heart.

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The days following the ceremony were riddled with even more anxiety, from both Anakin and Obi-wan in equal parts. Anakin was awaiting his first call to a mission, knowing that it would be his first time since a youngling separated from Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan was racked with just as much worry about it as Anakin was. Between the two of them there couldn't possibly be a bigger mess in the entire galaxy.

They sat through endless and boring Council meetings, the entire time just waiting for the Council to make up their minds on what their next move would be. And though Obi-Wan’s undivided attention was on the meeting and its contents, Anakin's attention throughout every meeting was on the way Obi-Wan’s hands never seemed to leave the spot over his chest where Anakin's medallion rested beneath his robes. Through each and every meeting Anakin watched Obi-Wan with lust filled eyes as he seemed to cling to the medallion like a lifeline. Each time the Council started up talks again about which Jedi to send out on missions, Obi-Wan’s hand flew to the necklace beneath the robes. If they even so much as mentioned Anakin's name or looked in his direction, Obi-Wan clutched it in a fistful of fabric. Even if Anakin was nowhere near a part of any conversation, Obi-Wan’s fingers still grazed it lightly, his eyes closing and his breathing evening out, like the necklace was a way to calm his every woe. Anakin even felt the change in Obi-Wan through the bond each time he touched it, and in a way it helped to calm Anakin too.

On the fourth day after his knighting ceremony, and probably the twentieth Council meeting, Anakin could no longer contain his pent up energy. So he suggested a sparring session, he figured they could both use the release. And that's how they ended up in a private area of the Temple, just the two of them, lightsabers flying in every direction while they mercilessly attacked each other.

The sparring went on for a while, both of them having more vigor then they had thought, until they were both dripping sweat and heaving breaths. Obi-Wan, completely exhausted, turned away from Anakin for a moment, just long enough to remove his shirt from his glistening body. Anakin watched with hungry eyes as the medallion came into view while Obi-Wan wiped the beading sweat from his face. He could feel himself becoming excited at the mere sight of it around Obi-Wan’s neck, stuck to his toned chest in a pool of sweat. A claim that no one else knew was there, except him. A piece of himself that would always be with Obi-Wan no matter where the two of them were, and Obi-Wan had not only accepted the gift but was wearing it proudly and had already become dependent on it. It was enough to make Anakin's knees weak.

“Anakin?” He jolted, quickly lifting his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s chest and up to his eyes. “What day are you supposed to go out to celebrate with the other knighted Padawans?”

“Tonight, actually,” he answered and took a few steps toward Obi-Wan, though still a bit wobbly, “once we are done here I'll have to get ready quickly so I can meet everyone on time. Why?”

“Master Yoda informed me earlier that you will be getting your first orders tomorrow.” Anakin's brows raised. He was excited though nervous, and a bit shocked that Obi-Wan seemed to be as serene as he was about it. “I am only glad your first mission will not interfere with your celebrations, you've certainly earned the night out.”

He nodded. “Do you know what my orders will be?”

“A simple matter of diplomacy, nothing to worry about,” he said, his hand coming up to once again toy with the medallion around his neck. It was enough to have Anakin biting his lip to try and keep his composure. “And I will be joining you on the mission. Not as your Master, of course, but the Council feels that we work best when we are together.”

“Well, they aren't wrong,” Anakin smiled and breathed a soft sigh of relief, “and see, Master, I told you that you wouldn't be getting rid of me so easily.”

“And when exactly did you tell me this?” He asked, an amused lilt to his tone. “You can't say ‘I told you so’ if you haven't actually told me so.”

Anakin just smirked, walked closer, and touched the tip of his finger against the medallion still between Obi-Wan’s fingers. “You haven't opened it yet, have you, Master?”

“Opened it?” He looked down, fiddling even more with it. “I didn't know it opened.”

“It opens.” Anakin stated simply before heading toward the door, but then turned back just before he reached it. “Really, Master, must I walk you through everything like a youngling?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head fondly as he watched Anakin leave, and once he was out of sight he turned his attention back to the medallion. He rolled it gently between his fingers while he examined its edges, and then he saw it, the barely visible groove. He popped it open and turned it toward him in a snap, and he nearly dropped it when he saw what was inside.

On both sides of the medallion was an inscription. To most people it would look like a bunch of scribbles, but Obi-Wan recognized it instantly as Huttese. It was one of the main languages used on Anakin's home planet, so when he had come into Obi-Wan’s care as a boy he was fluent. Obi-Wan remembered very clearly having one hell of a time trying to break Anakin of the habit of writing everything in Huttese when he was still a youngling in his training classes, instead of using standard. But recently Anakin had taken it up again and had been teaching Obi-Wan, so thankfully he was able to both recognize and read the inscriptions, which is why his breath hitched the second he opened it.

The left side was engraved with the date of Anakin's knighting ceremony, but the engraving on the right was what really made Obi-Wan’s heart stop. One simple sentence, but so perfectly Anakin, read: 'No matter where I am amongst the stars, or how much distance there may be between us, you will always be my Master, and forever be the only man who holds my heart'.

It took everything Obi-Wan had not to fall to his knees, it took more than that to remind himself he still had to breathe. And for a long time he remained planted in place, alone in the training room, reading that one sentence over and over. Until he had committed it to memory, until it had soaked into his very veins, until it was all he was and ever wanted to be. He needed to see Anakin.

His head quickly snapped up to the clock on the wall. He still had enough time to hurry back to their chambers and catch Anakin before he left for his night out, and before he knew it he was sprinting through the Temple's halls to do just that.

As soon as he was inside their chambers, he ran straight to Anakin's room and knocked fiercely. Anakin opened the door quickly, now stood before Obi-Wan in casual clothing, cleaned up and ready for his night out celebrating. Obi-Wan on the other hand was a shambled mess. He was panting again from his jog through the halls, sweaty, and still shirtless, clutching the open medallion in his hand.

"So you got it open," Anakin smiled, "I thought maybe you were knocking because you weren't able to figure out how. Do you need me to translate the inscriptions for you? I know Huttese isn't your favourite language, but I thought it would mean more to us then-"

Obi-Wan cut him off, stopping him with both hands on his face and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. Full of passion, and fire, and so many long years of feelings left unsaid.

When they broke apart, Anakin snuck his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist to keep him close. "I'm going to assume that means you were able to translate it on your own."

Obi-Wan nodded, still breathless. "Anakin. As I said before, I will always be here for you no matter what, but in the end I am glad I am no longer your Master, because I have wanted to do this for a very long time."

Anakin smiled, one that lit his entire face with the force of it. "What are you waiting for then?"

Obi-Wan didn't have to be told twice as he lunged at Anakin, once again taking his mouth in a hard kiss, backing them into Anakin's room and toward the bed. When Anakin's knees touched the edge of it he let Obi-Wan lay him back gently, crowding between his legs as their tongues explored each other's mouths with vigour. But something crossed his mind just then and he pulled back, though Anakin didn't let him go too far, craning his neck forward to attack the juncture of Obi-Wan’s tight jawline.

“I… you should go,” he started, but had to take a breath as Anakin sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear. It took everything he had not to surge forward and grind against Anakin. “I mean I should go, I don't want to stop you from having your night out with the other Padawans.”

“My… my what?” Anakin asked, confused as he pulled away from Obi-Wan’s neck only to chase after his lips.

But Obi-Wan was faster and stopped him. “Your celebration with the other knighted Padawans. It's tonight.”

“Oh,” Anakin panted, “oh, right.”

“You deserve the night out,” Obi-Wan smiled down at him, “we can continue this another night, after you’ve had your well deserved fun with your friends.”

Anakin reached out, placing both of his hands on Obi-Wan’s cheeks and pulled him closer. “I don't even care about that anymore. Let them have their fun without me, I would much rather stay here with you.”

“Anakin,” he protested, again dodging his former Padawans' eager lips, “you should go.”

He lifted up, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing his nose against Obi-Wan’s. Their breaths blended between them as he whispered, heady and breathless, “Lay me down, Master, take what has always been yours. I want nothing else but you.”

Obi-Wan could take no more, his resolve completely diminished, so he surrendered completely to the boy beneath him and gave Anakin everything he wanted, everything they had both longed for for so long. He lifted him to sit up in his lap, Anakin's arms lifting to let Obi-Wan free him of his shirt before their lips crashed together again. Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice how well they fit together, how wonderful Anakin felt in his lap, pressed against him, their lips and tongues in perfect synchronization. He had never melded so perfectly with another being before, and even as their Force signatures swirled and danced together in a flawless waltz of two people so deeply in love, Obi-Wan knew right then it would always be Anakin. Never again would anything else ever compare.

Anakin pulled back but kept their faces close, foreheads pressed together. His hand untangled itself from Obi-Wan’s hair, trailed down his neck, and stopped when it caught on the gold chain of the necklace still around his neck. Obi-Wan watched his eyes follow the chain down to where the medallion settled in the center of his chest, Anakin's hand following the same path until his fingers were tracing the circle of the medallion.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched, his chest heaving up into Anakin's hand, then he all but stopped breathing as Anakin leaned down, eyes laser focused on the medallion, and licked a long stripe over its resting place. He threw his head back with a breathy moan, his breathing becoming erratic as Anakin's tongue now traced it. It was almost too much, his body shook with not only the intensity of the lust between them, but also the consistent thrumming of their Force signatures.

He laid Anakin on his back again, quickly removing what was remaining of their clothes, and leaned in to press their finally naked bodies together. He kissed Anakin once before moving to devour his neck, leaving behind his mark in each spot he touched, not even caring if they would be seen. His need for everyone to know that Anakin was finally his was overwhelming, no matter the consequences.

He made his way down to Anakin's nipple, stopping to suck and nibble at it for a moment. Anakin's hands flew to his hair, the tight grip only urging Obi-Wan further as a breathy moan of his name escaped his lips. He moved further down, trailing his tongue along the center of his stomach, over his naval, his nose brushed over the patch of hair just below it, then Anakin's head tossed back with a throaty moan as his warm lips ghosted over his swollen cock.

“Obi-Wan…” He gasped, squirming beneath his featherlight teasing.

Obi-Wan looked up through his lashes at Anakin. He was a picture of perfection, painted in the finest oils in the vision of the most talented artist. His skin was flushed and slick with sweat, his eyes lidded as he peered down at Obi-Wan where he hovered over his cock. Back arched off the bed, muscles tight in his arms where they flexed against the sheets.

He marvelled at the boy beneath him, marked by him, half of him in every way. "My love," he breathed against sensitive skin, earning another groan, "tell me if anything hurts."

Anakin nodded, not able to speak actual words, and took Obi-Wan’s outstretched hand to hold as a lubed up finger pushed at his entrance.

Obi-Wan took his time preparing Anakin, and enjoyed every second of it. The sounds that came from his already raspy throat, the way he squirmed as he added a second and then a third finger, gloriously stretching him to fit his own engorged cock, the way his name was breathed like a prayer from gaping lips.

When he felt that Anakin was ready he lifted himself back up, hovering over Anakin on strong arms. He leaned in and kissed him, this time slow, full of only passion and promises. As he did Obi-Wan pressed their bodies together and at a torturous pace began grinding his cock with Anakin’s between them. Anakin groaned into his mouth and Obi-Wan greedily swallowed every sound he was willing to give him. Until finally he pulled back, just enough to reach a hand between them and press the tip of his cock against Anakin's entrance.

"Are you ready, dear one?"

"Yes," Anakin breathed desperately, "I've been ready for this for so long."

Obi-Wan chuckled, “As have I." Then he pressed down further again, his cock pushing slightly into Anakin as he rested their foreheads together. "If you need me to stop, you tell me right away, is that clear?"

Anakin nodded quickly, the anticipation within him rising to extreme levels. All he wanted was Obi-Wan, all of him, inside him, completely one with him in every way.

"Good boy," Obi-Wan purred in his ear and slowly pushed into him.

Anakin gasped and arched his back as Obi-Wan’s cock filled him. He was huge, much bigger than any toy Anakin had used while he pretended it was Obi-Wan on many lonely nights. But he didn't want him to stop, the ache quickly gave way to pleasure, and soon enough Obi-Wan was bottomed out.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move-"

"Move."

Obi-Wan laughed, "Eager, aren't we?" Then he pulled out, almost all the way, so his tip was pulling at Anakin's rim, then slammed back in so hard Anakin was shifted up the bed. "If that's how you want it, I will give you everything you want, my love."

He took up a brutal pace, slamming into Anakin. All anakin could do beneath him was claw at Obi-Wan’s back, hold on for dear life as Obi-Wan fucked the Force right out of him, and babble incoherent half syllables of his name with the occasional "yes" or "harder" thrown into the mix.

It was more than Anakin had ever dreamed, being with Obi-Wan in this way. They were connected now more than they had ever been, he could feel their bond grow infinitely stronger, and the love he felt for his Master all these years beamed within him. Never in all the years of the galaxy had Anakin thought Obi-Wan would feel the same.

Obi-Wan lifted himself off Anakin, bracing his elbows on the bed and hovering over him. The changed angle had Anakin clawing even harder at Obi-Wan’s back and his legs clenching tighter around his waist as he continued his unrelenting rhythm. But the moment was momentarily lost when something swung down and smacked Anakin in the face.

He tilted his head down from where it had been tossed back against the pillows, only to be hit again as Obi-Wan thrust into him. The necklace swung with each thrust and the medallion bumped his face each time.

Obi-Wan noticed, and without stopping he lifted a hand to the back of his neck. "I’m sorry, dear one, let me take it off-"

That was the last thing Anakin wanted. The fact that he had such a visible claim on his former Master was enough to have him nearly on the edge already.

"No," he panted and reached out to stop Obi-Wan’s hand, "leave it on."

Obi-Wan only picked up speed in response, turning Anakin once again into a moaning wreck beneath him. The medallion was still swinging into Anakin’s face, bouncing off of him every time Obi-Wan thrust to meet him, so Anakin opened his mouth and tilted his head just enough so he could catch the medallion between his teeth, and held it there while Obi-Wan fucked him senseless.

Obi-Wan stared down at Anakin, the gold glinting between his teeth, his tongue resting on the edge of it, the moans and grunts escaping past it. His hips stuttered at the sight and his arms nearly gave out. "Oh, Anakin, dear one," he moaned, "I am so close."

"Me too, Master," he replied around the medallion, just as breathless, "make me come, Obi-Wan."

He leaned closer to Anakin, wrapped his arms under his shoulders, and drove his cock relentlessly into him. Both of them threw their heads back as Obi-Wan assaulted Anakin's prostate with every push, until finally they both moaned their releases, shouting each other's names, and collapsing into a pile of sweating, panting messes.

Obi-Wan laid on Anakin's chest for a while, regaining his breathing, not even caring about the sticky mess between them. Then he lifted himself up onto his hands and peered down at his beautiful dishevelled boy. His eyes were still lidded and lust blown, still breathing a bit hard. The marks on his neck and chest were becoming more prominent, making Obi-Wan want to ravish him again already. The medallion was still caught between Anakin's teeth, and Obi-Wan felt his dick twitch inside him at the sight.

He leaned in and kissed Anakin like his life depended on it, parting his mouth with his own lips and delving his tongue inside his mouth. The medallion danced between their tongues, but Obi-Wan could feel that Anakin was growing tired through the kiss. So he hooked his tongue under the medallion and sucked it into his mouth and held it between his lips. He pulled back from Anakin, sliding the medallion between his lips and then dropped it back to swing around his neck.

He beamed down at him, still completely blissed out, and ran a hand through his hair. "Dear one, you should rest," he said as he pulled out of Anakin and moved to lay beside him.

Anakin hummed and rolled over to rest his head on Obi-Wan’s chest and wrap his arm tightly around his waist. He mumbled something into Obi-Wan’s skin, muffled by how deeply he was digging himself into the older man's chest.

Obi-Wan chuckled and rubbed his hand slowly up and down Anakin's back. "You'll have to speak up a bit, dear one, I didn't quite hear you."

Anakin lifted his head slightly, just enough to look up with the most adoring eyes and repeat, "I love you, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin put his head back down on his chest. "I love you too, dear one. And as I have your heart, you too have mine."

He leaned down and placed a kiss on Anakin's head as Anakin simultaneously kissed his chest, and the two very quickly fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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An incessant buzzing woke Anakin from his sleep, and his rolling off to the side woke Obi-Wan. Anakin leaned over the bed, digging for the annoying comlink somewhere lost in the clothes strewn all over the floor.

Obi-Wan rolled over, plastering himself over Anakin's back and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Why is your comlink going off at such an ungodly hour? I was having a perfect sleep.”

“So was I.” He smiled when Obi-Wan kissed the side of his neck. “It's probably a message from one of the other Padawans. I never called them to cancel last night.”

“I'm sorry you missed your night out, Anakin.”

“I'm not,” he answered quickly, then rolled back over when he finally found his comlink tucked into his pants pocket. He laid back with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s chest. “Trust me, I had a much better time staying here with you then I would have at some over crowded club.”

“Well, I'm glad it was good.”

“It was amazing,” he tilted his head back and kissed Obi-Wan quickly.

“We will have to do it again, then,” Obi-Wan said, then shifted to hover over Anakin and pepper him with sweet kisses.

"Maybe we should make it a permanent part of our lives," Anakin replied, arching his back and moaning as Obi-Wan sucked a nipple.

"I can certainly get on board with that," he said, then reached down to grab Anakin's wandering hands and pin them to the bed above his head, "stay still."

Anakin couldn't help but groan at the firmness in Obi-Wan’s voice, and it certainly did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

"If you liked to be ordered around, dear one, all you had to do was say so." Anakin only moaned again in response, writhing beneath Obi-Wan’s ministrations, his cock already half hard and grinding against Obi-Wan’s hip.

The comlink still in Anakin's hand went off again, and Obi-Wan lifted his lips from his neck with a huff. "That infernal device has horrible timing."

Obi-Wan rolled off of him, and Anakin brought the device in front of his face. "Just let me check the messages and then hopefully they'll stop sending them."

He started at the beginning of the holos, which were sent from various other Padawans clearly at the start of their night, all inquiring as to his whereabouts. As the night went on and the Padawans got notably more intoxicated, the holos became a slew of drunken dancing, group shots while standing on top of a table, screaming, and the occasional comment about all the fun he was missing out on. Anakin had to disagree.

Anakin just laughed and tossed the comlink back on the floor in favour of turning his attention back to Obi-Wan. "I'll talk to them before we ship out for the mission. If I promise to make it up to them when we return they might forgive me."

"What will you tell them in regards to why you missed out on last night?"

"The truth," Anakin shrugged with a smirk, pulling Obi-Wan back to hover over him again and settle between his legs, "that I was following orders."

"If my memory serves me right, which I think it does, you were giving more orders last night then I was," he chuckled against Anakin's lips as he leaned in, "faster and harder were two I remember being used more than once."

"Well you were in a pretty bossy mood before the comlink ruined our fun, and speaking of which," he rolled them so Obi-Wan was on his back with Anakin straddling his hips, hovering over his already hard cock, "I wouldn't mind taking a few more of those orders before I have to take my first real orders from the Council."

Obi-Wan grabbed his hips, fingers digging in and Anakin's head tossed back. "I think that can be arranged," he said as he guided Anakin down, his cock slipping easily into Anakin's still loose hole, but he held him firm without allowing him to sink all the way down, "hold on to the headboard and do not let go."

Anakin did as he was told, leaning over Obi-Wan and grasping the headboard with both hands. Before he even had a chance to ready himself, Obi-Wan was pounding up into him and already Anakin was in total bliss.

And to think he had been so nervous about being knighted and losing his Master to distance, he had never been so happy to be wrong. Neither of them were going to be letting go of the other any time soon, Council be damned.

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A/N: And there you have fic number one for the fest, I hope you all enjoyed it! If you would like to be tagged for the second fic I wrote for the fest, or any other fics I submit, then please let me know and I would be glad to tag you <3

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spaceventurer · 2 years

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Cold - Obi-Wan Kenobi blurb.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x padawan!Reader

Summary: You're cold but you don't want to admit it. Obi-Wan worries about you and you not sharing your feelings.

Content/Warnings: Very light eeny meeny little bit of angst, fluff. Stubborn reader.

Words: 198

Requested: No

Your teeth start chattering and you can almost not feel your fingers or toes anymore.. Obi-Wan has been asking you constantly if you’re not too cold, but you’d just say it’s stress from the mission. Abruptly he says,

“Take my cloak, you’re shivering.” Not waiting for an answer, he takes off his warm cloak and wraps it around you. After the cloak is fully around your body he pats your shoulder and looks content at you, finally the chattering of your teeth has stopped and you feel okay again.

“You should listen more to your body and feelings, young padawan.” He nods for you to walk again. In embarrassment you look down at your feet thinking he’s disappointed in you.

“I’m not disappointed Y/n, I only want you to feel safe to share what’s bothering you. Listen to your feelings and talk about them.” He gives you a reassuring smile. A small blush covers your cheeks, this time not from the cold, but from the fact he reads your mind

“I can take care of myself,” You say stubbornly. Looking forward with a determined face ignoring his look that he gives you.

“Evidently not,” He says sternly.

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1-800-zombify · 9 months

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On the Air with C.A. Cupid

Masterlist

❝Love is a force of nature.❞

— C.A. Cupid

Avatar: The Way of Water

Do you think I’m crazy? — [Ao’nung x Fem!Reader]

Sneaking Out — [Neteyam x Enby!Metkayina’Reader]

Jake’s Advice 💪 — [Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader]

Star Wars

I’ve got my eye on you — [Mullet!Padawan!Obi-Wan x Enby!Padawan!Reader]

To be continued…

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amirahart · 2 years

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"he didn't tell her that he knew the first thing he would do once he moved on to whatever happened after life and death was to find her. that he knew paradise existed the moment he looked into her eyes"

coming soon: Anakin Skywalker x OC

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outerrimhours · 1 year

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Fluffember Day 2

Title: Uncertainty

Pairing - Obiwan Kenobi X AFAB!Fem!Reader

Prompt - “Cry,yell, whatever. I’m not going to leave your side”

Word Count - 484

Warnings - Angst, but fluff. Also probably the worst thing I’ve written lol

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"They can’t do this Obi-wan”, you sobbed, “the council can’t abandon me like they did Ahsoka.” Crying so hard, as if your soul could bleed an ocean, you pressed your hand against the glass pane of the window. The chill a striking contrast to the way your body burned. A devastating amount of thoughts overwhelming every sense, body shaking with the disquietude of the unknown.

Obi-wan’s reflection a ghost in your peripheral as the rain outside pelted the glass harder. The agony that accompanied the fear of leaving the temple swallowed your breath and ability to breathe. You felt as if you would collapse against the floor.

“They will not abandon you, little one, I assure you”, he eased, trying to soothe the storm raging within you.

“You abandoned her too, you know,” you choked, fingers gripping the railing until knuckles turned white.

Obi-wan’s shame was brief, the faraway eyes, the heavy swallow, but returned his attention back to your own reflection in the glass.

Surely, if you weren’t so consumed by your own anguish, you could feel his own torment through the force. The regret and sorrow he felt when Ahsoka left. He vowed he would not let the same happen to you, or his own padawan. Although he too wanted to cry, allow his own heart to break, he had to be the calm in your darkness. A soothing voice for your ears.

“We all could have done more”, he replied, as if trying to convince himself more could have been done to stop her.

Your face scrunched in an ill attempt to still the tears threatening to spill over again, whipping around to face the Jedi Master. When Obi-wan couldn’t meet your eyes, you felt an almost animosity. An emotion Jedi were not allowed to feel.

“I hate them”, you seethed, throat burning, face raw with tears. Panic flickered over the man’s eyes, “Young one”, Obi-wan said sternly, “that is not the Jedi way.”

“Will you abandon me, like you did her”, you shouted, desperate to make someone feel the pain you felt, invading his space until all that stood between you was the hatred you seethed.

“No”, he shushed, hands reaching out to cup the swollenness of your cheeks, raw and aching from the bitter tears.

“You will”, you gasped.

Obi-wan forced you into his chest, arms protective and assuring, robes smelling like everything he was.

“Cry, yell, whatever! I’m not going to leave your side. I will not abandon you, little one.”

At his words, he felt the way your body released, through the force, every emotion you felt dissipating until all that was left was worry. His chest warm against your face. You sighed, hands clutching the fabric of his tunic. In that moment you stilled, the world around you continuing except in the moment you both had created. Everything safe and warm wrapped up in his arms.

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scribble-dribble-writes · 11 months

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Tomorrow

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Pairing: Obiwan x you

Content: Sleepy Obiwan beckons you to join him.

Warnings: none

Word count: 850

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“Love.”, he calls for you but it sounds like a gentle cry as he emerges by the doorway to your kitchen. You can see him in your peripheral vision but the fresh batch of cookies you made demanded your attention.

It isn’t easy running a bakery on Coruscant when you cater to the elite. Everything needs to be perfect and so trialing out new recipes meant late nights of burnt batches or a messy kitchen. But your Jedi husband now stands leaning on the doorway with his arms folded and a blanket wrapped around him.

The oven had managed to keep the area around you warm, but the nights on this lustrous planet were too cold to walk around without a woolen cover.

You check the colour. Golden brown. Perfect.

The smell. Divine.

You break one and pop the piece into your mouth. The flavour, the ingredients you had chosen worked well together. Outstanding.

A proud smile worked it’s way across your face even as you tried to hide it. This was going to be another best seller. You dust your hands and your mind now jumped onto the next task. The icing and decoration. But as you turned to get something, Obiwan had made his way towards you.

“New batch. New recipe.”, you still hadn't figured out why he was here but you always loved to share the first of your creations with him.

You held a small broken cookie piece near his mouth and he ate it. His hand reaching up to hold yours as you waited for his reaction. His eyes found yours as he chewed slowly. Elegant as always, but as you stood there, he looped his hand behind your waist and drew you closer.

“Another bestseller.”, he smiled with approval and it made you beam with the happiness of satisfaction.

“Now, come to sleep.”, he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you, the taste of fresh butter from his lips made it difficult to resist his request.

“Yes, in a while, the icing – you start to say but forget the rest as he held you and the comfort of his warmth soaked into your body.

In all the madness to perfect this batch, you had actually forgotten to realize how tired you were.

His locks were set free from the combed back mullet he sported during the day and his beard had caused a faint burn against your skin. His Jedi robes were no where to be seen as he leaned away. His skin gleaming a soft sunkissed glow under the warm lighting, his soft linen pants made it certain that he was done with business and now yearned for your company, lastly his sleepy eyes made you reconsider the icing project.

“I am feeling a bit tired. But I do have to close up the station before I can join you.”, you sigh as you look around the kitchen island and the counter top, full of pot and pans.

But he chuckled as though he was bemused, he didn’t let you go, instead leaned in to kiss the side of your neck under your ear as he whispered, “You often forget I’m a Jedi, darling.”

And as he said it, he used the force to move the icing bowls together, place the lids back on opened vessels and within seconds everything was sorted. You smiled, allowing yourself to sink into his arms.

“I thought that was why you liked me.”, you fought a yawn as you turned to him.

“One of the many reasons why I fell in love with you.”, he replied as he opened up his blanket wrap for you to join in.

“Ah. What are the other reasons?”, you ask as you wrap an arm around his bare waist and as you covered yourself under his blanket.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”, he kissed your forehead as you walked along with him down the dark corridor towards your bedroom.

You put away your jewelry while he got comfortable on his side of the bed and when you took longer to brush your hair, he groaned impatiently as he called your name.

All you could do was laugh in response to his needy pleas and playful jests as you got beneath the covers and fell back onto the pillows next to him.

“I’m here. I’m here.”, you pacify his as you smiled to look at the deep blue of his eyes.

“Took you long enough.”, he frowned innocently.

“Even Grievous doesn’t keep me waiting for that long in the battlefield.”, he mumbled again as he wrapped his arms around you not desiring to wait any longer. You gasp to his statement when he finally rests with his head tucked under your neck as your fingers stroked his hair.

“You take that back.”, you whisper.

“No.”, he speaks into your skin.

“Fine, then I’ll go back downstairs to finish up my icings then.”, you say in mock protest which makes him hold you tighter and nuzzle closer.

“No.”, he says softly.

“Stay with me.”, he says it like it was his only wish and you knew in your heart you could never put work above him.

So you let your hands dip further as you traced the rise and fall of the muscles on his back and before you knew it, under the warmth of the blankets and in the peace of being with each other. Sleep had found you both.

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Limerence - Obi Wan X Reader

18+ | f!reader x Obi Wan | eventual smut | minors dni | 1k words

Hello my loves! Here is chapter two of the master x master fic I'm working on. I was considering making it longer but I was so excited I just had to get this part out asap! Future chapters will definitely be longer. Enjoy!! Chapter one is linked directly below vvv

BTW we are now in *this* era of Master Kenobi !!!!

CHAPTER 2

It had been four months since that night on the balcony and plenty had happened since then. You had decided to take time to carry out missions on your own and simultaneously work toward becoming a Jedi Consular. In the past few months you’d stayed within the inner rim, often visiting the neighboring planets as a Jedi Ambassador to assist in resolving conflict. Your powerful connection to the force makes you an asset to the high council. Master Yoda had begun to take you under his wing and further teach you about connecting to the force and manipulating it. For days at a time, you would meditate morning and night, working on gathering up enough self-discipline to meditate for hours at a time. A portion of the knowledge one could happen upon through meditation was based on feelings. The great masters even spoke of being able to hear the voices of fallen Jedi as clear as day. Then, one afternoon you felt it, a disturbance in the force. You felt something dark. It felt as if something truly evil was standing directly behind you and though everything inside of you screamed at you to open your eyes, you stayed still. You couldn’t gauge where the presence was coming from. It didn’t feel as though it was within the temple, but it was certainly close by. The feeling continued to intensify and then you heard it, screams. It wasn’t just one voice, you heard millions cry out in agony. The noise rang in your ears and you couldn’t take it anymore, you opened your eyes with a gasp. Of course, you were alone in the room, the blinds were drawn and it was dead silent. You had to see Master Yoda. You hurried through the temple, your mind racing a million miles a minute. When you finally reached the room where Master Yoda typically spent his time you rushed through the threshold.

“Master Yoda,” you blurted out, sounding a bit out of breath.

Before you could say anything else your brain finally comprehended what was going on inside the small room. Sitting across from Yoda was Obi Wan, who had apparently returned from his mission. Yoda seemed relatively unphased by your crusade but Obi Wan was staring up at you as if you were the last person he’d expected to be entering into the room in such a hurry.

“Obi Wan,” you stopped in your tracks, looking the young man up and down.

“Y/n,” he replied, just as surprised as you.

“Forgive me,” you apologized, “I should’ve knocked.”

“Worry not, young Y/n,” Yoda smiled, his unwavering patience always seemed to baffle you, “Tell us, what is so important?”

“No, it’s alright I can come back,” you took a step backwards toward the door.

“Please, sit,” Yoda ignored you, “Catching up, we were.”

“Are you sure?”

You looked at Obi Wan who had seemingly found his composure and he nodded. You hesitantly took a seat on one of the cushions beside the two masters.

“Something important to tell us, have you?” Yoda asked, his hands clasped in his lap.

You eyed Obi Wan once more before giving in, “I sense something, a disturbance in the force.”

Yoda furrowed his brows.

“It felt as if something dark and powerful was nearby. It was so unbelievably heavy, I could hardly breathe,” you told the pair earnestly, “I fear the Sith we’ve been searching for is closer than we thought.”

“Felt this same power I have,” Yoda nodded and turned to Obi Wan, “What say you, Master Kenobi?”

“I’ve felt it too, ever since Darth Maul revealed himself,” Obi Wan replied, “Perhaps someone within our ranks?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I haven’t sensed anything unusual within the temple.”

“Nor have I,” Yoda agreed, “Meditate, we must, for the fight against the dark side has only just begun.”

You looked up at Obi Wan, concern written on both of your faces.

You left Yoda alone in the room, with Obi Wan following close behind. Your conversation had left you with more questions than answers, and you couldn’t tear your mind away from the whole ordeal. It wasn’t until you felt Obi Wan’s hand on your shoulder that you realized he had said something. You turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Y/n,” Obi Wan said softly, “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” you nodded, “Hi by the way.”

A smile crossed Obi Wan's face, “Hi.”

“How was your mission?” You asked, starting to walk again, this time, with Obi Wan at your side.

“Good. It ran long but it was good,” Obi Wan ran a hand through his hair, “Anakin seems to be learning fast.”

His hair was almost past that awkward stage where it grows straight out, and sat somewhat messily atop his head. He looked less tired than before, but still exhausted.

“Master Yoda tells me you’re leaning towards being a Consular,” Obi Wan continues.

“I am,” you smile, “I at least need to practice patience before I try and take on a padawan.”

Obi Wan laughed, “Right.”

“How Master Qui Gon managed to tame you is beyond me,” you tease, letting yourself enjoy the warm energy between the two of you.

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are,” Obi Wan chuckled, “I’m certainly getting my karma with Anakin.”

“Oh but he absolutely adores you,” you remind him.

“Maybe, but once he sets his sights on something, trying to get him to switch paths is nearly impossible. The boy’s as stubborn as a boulder,” Obi Wan watches as you let out a laugh.

As you round the corner you find yourselves face to face with Master Windu. The tall man looks only mildly surprised as he registers your faces.

“Ah, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu starts, “May I have a word?”

“Of course,” Obi Wan replies with a gentle smile.

“Follow me,” Master Windu motions for him to follow.

Obi Wan gives you one last look before following the older man in the direction you’d come from. As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help the grin on your face.

Hours had passed yet the screams stayed fresh in your mind. The sounds and feelings that had plagued you while meditating replayed in your head over and over. It all felt wrong. You had returned to that same room and began to meditate once more. You opened yourself up to the force, reaching out to any and all information hoping the situation would become more clear. You sat and listened for longer than usual, just waiting to catch the slightest tremor in the force with no avail. You were growing frustrated, feeling somehow punished for demanding clarity. The force does not exist solely for the Jedi, the force is everywhere. It’s unpredictable, it’s the only true balance in the galaxy. As you calmed yourself and steadied your breathing, you decided it was time to forget about it for the evening.

You hadn’t planned on going anywhere in particular when you’d left the meditation room, but subconsciously you’d lead yourself straight to the door of Obi Wan’s dorm. You hesitated for only a moment before knocking gently on the door. After a few moments the door slid open to reveal Obi Wan. His hair was messy and for once he was wearing a regular shirt.

“Hey,” you smile, “Are you busy?”

“No,” he shook his head and stepped aside, “Come in.”

You stepped into the room to see Anakin asleep on the very edge of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Obi Wan walked ahead of you and motioned toward the door to the balcony. You followed him out into the night air and leaned up against the railing. Obi Wan mirrored your action and you smiled to yourself as you realized you’d managed to find yourselves in almost the exact same situation as you had all those months ago. Your shoulder brushed up against his as you enjoyed being in each other's presence. You had nothing to say to him, but it didn’t bother you. Being around Obi Wan calmed you like no other, and to simply stand beside him under the night sky was enough. Obi Wan sensed it too, you didn’t need him to say anything, you just wanted to be near him. You couldn’t help yourself as you rested your head on his shoulder. What you hadn’t expected was for him to lean further into you, welcoming your show of affection. You let out a sigh of contentment, wanting to stay like that forever. Your feelings for Obi Wan were complicated and taboo. You knew no matter how deeply you cared for him, you could never be anything more than friends. There were moments where you wished you could just reach out and hold him. You wished you didn’t feel for him in the way that you did but you can’t help it. Growing up together, you knew him as well as anyone could. You had tried to ignore all of the flirting and lingering glances. Back then it was merely intrigue. You had felt so plain and wondered why someone so beautiful inside and out would pay attention to you. It wasn’t until you’d gotten older, right when he started to become more responsible and mature, that you truly developed feelings for him. But you’d never act on them. Being around him was enough. Getting to call him your friend was enough. You remember him knocking on your door with tears in his eyes when Qui Gon had passed. He’d sat on your bed across from you fighting the pain he felt. You’d wiped away his tears and comforted him. He knew you cared for him, he was comfortable enough around you to express such a private emotion. Even if attachment weren’t forbidden, you don’t think he would ever reciprocate your feelings. It was better to keep it under wraps, to avoid letting any of it show through the cracks. But tonight, standing beside him with your head on his shoulder, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he felt the same. You felt his stare and lifted your head from his shoulder. He was looking at you earnestly, taking in your beauty beneath the soft moonlight. If you hadn’t known better, you could’ve sworn he was staring at your lips. And then he began to lean in. Your heart was no longer just fluttering, it was pounding as his lips came closer. Slowly, you mirrored his action. Your lips were mere centimeters apart, you could feel his breath on your face. His eyelids were heavy, beginning to shut but before you could close the distance between you, you heard light footsteps coming up behind you.

“Master Obi Wan?” Anakin’s tired voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“You had another bad dream?” Obi Wan asked softly.

The boy nodded and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“I should go,” you told Obi Wan.

He nodded and the two of you followed Anakin inside. You idled for a moment, watching as Obi Wan crouched down in front of Anakin and comforted him before exiting the dorm.

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If I wasn't busy with college assignments, I would be writing for Obi-Wan again 🤣

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The Guardian

Chapter 10: Troubled Water

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: Banter, fluff, ANGST, references to war/drowning/migraines, descriptions of pain/violence/slight injury, near-death experiences, super worried/concerned Obi, Reader really going through it 👀

Summary: A week following your and Obi-Wan's dalliance with The Muntuur, you decide to spend the day meditating on the famed Temple contemplation balcony. But after an unexpected visitor disrupts your concentration, you find yourself trapped within a new, wildly dangerous situation. Good thing Obi-Wan is nearby to share in the risk.

Song Inspo: Bridge Over Troubled Water — Simon & Garfunkel

Words: 13.4k (please take breaks I beg you)

A/n: Soooo splitting up this chapter wouldn't have made sense so y'all getting a two-for-one deal for the Part I finale, which hopefully makes up for the big delay lol. This will be the longest chapter I ever post I promise you. I’ve been so excited to write this one. It's a bit intense. Song inspo for this chapter is supes important. Like, it’s literally Obi singing to the reader, I CANNOT (there’s a line talking about his “silver girl” 😭)— ALSO updates will be slightly less frequent for the following chapters because we ‘bout to be officially entering tcw plot lines and imma need more time to review them lol. Also, will be using the next week or so to respond to requests 😋 As always, please let me know your thoughts in the comments, and be sure to tell me if you'd like to be added to the taglist. Anyways, enjoy 😈

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Oh, when darkness comes

And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

— Paul Simon

The glittering, golden rays of Coruscant’s sun submerged your resting eyelids in its warmth, only to be abated by the partial shade of plump bushes whose orange-red gradients reigned proudly around the meditative stance you now held. That, and the occasional gust of cooling breeze, which brushed across your cheeks in its periodic hold on swaying shrubbery, trembling at its mercy. Still, despite this wind tunnel encircling the Temple’s primary spire, it was not enough to limit the sporadic vegetation’s effectiveness in secluding your crisscrossed posture from the rest of the rather exposed contemplation balcony that skirted the tower’s median.

You had discovered this bronze-floored platform of rest and meditation during that first week at the Temple, surmising its intended purpose from the few Jedi you’d spied engaging in those familiar, solitary explorations against a backdrop of the wider District. It was one of the primary reasons you’d decided to return to this spot when you had the chance— to engage in such like-minded behavior with fellow Jedi for the first time in many years.

For the first time since Qui-Gon wished the Force to be with you for the very last time.

However, despite earmarking the serene terrace’s smooth architecture and scattered plant life as a sensible spot for meditation, you’d only really had a chance to visit it this afternoon— three weeks since your arrival on Coruscant.

It was hard to forget that, in the days following your first Temple appearance, perplexing headaches had severely limited any propensity for introspective freedom. Initially, by coercing you to find the next best thing in terms of a quiet place to meditate by the suddenness with which they arrived. Frustrating the immersion necessary to delve deeply into your inner being.

But that was nothing compared to the searing pain which radiated throughout your body in each cognitive session following a certain, fateful hour—

In which you bestowed a name upon the affliction’s sensation in hopes of understanding it better.

Black Water.

You shook your head haphazardly, eyes still sealed shut while your subconscious attempted to dispel that particular thought without disrupting your current, and long sought after, communion with the Force.

With a lift of each wrist to protruding knees, you relaxed your palms open, as if to better catch the swirling energies like falling snowflakes that absorbed into chilled fingers. A gliding stream that energized your veins and stood unparalleled when weighed against the prior weeks you were desperately trying to put behind you.

In a way, finally tasting the Force’s unfathomably profound vibrancy with such renewed vigor was enough to comfortably remind yourself that you could dive as cavernously as you pleased, since the listlessness of penetrating headaches was now a time of the past.

And you really did have Obi-Wan to thank for that.

In an afternoon with The Muntuur, you’d unexpectedly uncovered that mindless sprints down seedy tunnels, hours with your nose stuck in a holobook’s blue glow, and playing copilot with Anakin were not your only options to dampen those sharp stabs into dull throbs. With a suddenness akin to explosive laughter, those moments that followed ignited an inner epiphany—

That the power you siphoned from the Force by focusing your mind on others acted as some sort of natural medicine, as a booster that couldn’t be equated.

Whether that was training beings in the intricacies of a long-lost Jedi device or finding the humor in the attempts that followed, your mind gradually discovered the strength that wafted from these seemingly trivial interactions like sparks off a campfire.

In hindsight, you kicked yourself for not recognizing the presence of this strange ability earlier. Though, having previously held the revered title of ‘Sole Planetary Being,’ it hadn’t given you much in terms of options for discovering it on your own. But even then, when finally faced with an endless sea of individuals following your daring escape from Hoth, it still all took much longer than you would have liked.

Mostly because, during those few heart-to-hearts with Anakin, you had appreciated that the baring of souls— for an instant even so fleeting it could be compared to the flick of a lightsaber— was enough to reconnect you to the Force’s lifeline like a falling anchor. It was something that helped you read the young Jedi just as well as it saved you from being launched into space by a certain garbage pit acceleration shield. Yet still, you hadn’t read it as anything more besides some possible understanding that a long-foretold prophecy drew between The Guardian and The Chosen.

You just never really put two and two together.

Until it stared you right in the migraine-dulled face with blue eyes, curled auburn hair, and a well-kept beard.

And, obviously, once this particular realization clicked, you were sure to lean into these revitalizing energies with every repeat opportunity that presented itself.

In the week that followed, you and Obi-Wan excitedly wrung out a few more collective hours with The Muntuur. In which he steadily absorbed the programming basics while you conditioned yourself to hold any semblance of composure during the Jedi’s subsequent twirls around invisible foes.

A skill you had yet to fully master.

And then, in the next few, rousing days, as the communications system was re-secured, and ramping up Council meetings dragged Kenobi away to organize and assign new deployments, you soon faced the inescapable reality of extending this perspective to other day-to-day moments that excluded the Jedi Master.

And you certainly did your best.

You’d draw on the vigor of swapping taunts with Anakin’s passionate personality in afternoon spars. And focus your senses on welcoming Master Windu’s signature into your thoughts— though still with little success. Even those periodic study sessions with Ahsoka became just as much a chance to learn more about the confident Padawan’s perspectives and person as a way to strengthen your mind against the piercing throbs that weakened like a dying candle following each of these interactions.

Consequently, it was during these same last four or five days that you’d finally found yourself beginning to open up to the beings who’d rescued you from Hoth. Because it wasn’t until you were forced to gather up fortitude from the rejuvenating effect of drawing on your connection’s ability to swirl in others— like plucking flower petals from a field of solidarity— did you realize your mistake since arriving on Hoth.

That, in an effort to come to terms with Qui-Gon’s death, you’d closed yourself off to the impact of other’s around you. Giving all of yourself to every prophetic instant with an emphasis on Anakin’s well-being without truly finding a moment for yourself to allow this new connection with the Order to take hold. Without permitting yourself the chance to absorb all the strengths such unity imbued.

Nonetheless, the more you unlocked your rigid chest to the beings surrounding you, the less frequent and tender those shooting pangs became, as they slunk away like the migration of a long winter season. All the way up until the last few days, in which, for a lovely change, the familiar, hammering pressure at your sinuses never came.

Still, no matter how well this unique manipulation of the Force aided you in your affliction, it still left you quite unsettled, weighing down your sternum like a misaligned rib.

You’d never heard of a Force Ability that drew upon a Jedi’s connection to other beings. Nor a power so unique that its strength was determined by the wielder’s level of familiarity with the associations they extracted from. A concept that immeasurably wise Jedi like Master Yoda and Master Windu would be quite uncertain of, you confidently ascertained. Because, in a way, this talent seemed to teeter on the edge of what was accepted by the Jedi Code by their strict standards.

It was moments like these that you’d wished Qui-Gon was here.

He always understood exactly what to say, and precisely what to do.

But your late Master was gone, and you could only make the best decision you could at this moment.

So, deciding to take a page out of his book, you determined it necessary to hold off on sharing this new tidbit with anyone, especially the Council, until you knew more.

Another chilly gust of wind whipped at your hair, snapping off a few clusters of brittle leaves that quivered past closed eyes, sparkling in the Force like bustling dots for your senses to discern. It deepened your concentration, imploring you to consider the sweeping impact of such an odd development. How it rippled into your past of isolation and everlasting hardship, and how it newly affected your approach of the Order. Mostly, you chewed over the possibility that finding strength in connecting with the Order and the beings it housed was all a wider symptom of your purpose.

You were The Guardian, after all. An individual whose entire existence premised on the notion of putting others before themselves. It was only rational that a creature of prophecy such as that would gather strength from those they were tasked with protecting.

Anakin, the Order, and, in a way, the Galaxy itself.

And, now that you’d finally reoriented your bearings, you were finally planning to put that new solidity to use.

Once more, you stretched your lungs with a rapturous inhale, taking in the contemplation balcony’s encompassing, earthy scents that barely cut the surrounding district’s gaseous fumes as they crawled over the fringe of your senses.

It was easy to see why Ahsoka complained about the lingering smells of speeder exhausts or freshly welded metal any time she considered meditating outdoors. Citing it as the primary example for her difficulty concentrating in such a space.

Yet, you found the opposite to be true.

After years of traversing anosmic ice sheets atop Meetra’s pungent fur coat, you relished in the cold’s ability to naturally numb your olfactory. And it turned out to be another one of the many factors on Hoth that disconnected you from other worlds. So, when finally given the chance to absorb the kaleidoscope of essences Coruscant had to offer, you couldn’t help but feel as if it tied you with a sturdier knot to the wider Galaxy’s intertwinement with the Force.

Maybe that’s why you’d finally found a yawing peace in this little alcove. Guarded by a half-circle of vermillion bushes that stood in staunch defiance against the acrid aromas climbing over and onto the platform’s edge. A nook so ethereally stilled that it nearly cleared your mind of the bustling city below. In an afternoon which snugged exposed arms and a poised neck in toasty rays that capered in equilibrium with the occasional gusts encircling the Temple’s main spire. A quiet locale that released clasped breaths, with each exhale further lightening your mind into the Force’s eternal flow.

“Hi.”

Creasing one eye open, you peeked out in search of the youthful voice, following its eager jump at your senses once drenched in tranquil quietude.

A young, human boy, maybe six or seven years, was leaning into the alcove’s overgrown doorway, small hand clutching a nearby bush as he idled. Jet black hair accented against the warm tints encircling you both, making room for strikingly green orbs to splash another vivid shade into your line of sight while his head curiosity tilted to observe you.

“Hi there,” you responded cordially, shutting your peering eye without a second thought.

“Who are you?” He asked, with a rapidity that implied you’d never dignified him with a response in the first place.

Quite blunt, you noted behind the soothing shadows of resting eyelids. But it was hard not to appreciate that quality. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you were certainly like that at his age.

Stifling an endeared smile, you answered.

“My name is Silvey.”

“Nice to meet you, Master Silvey,” the youngling greeted brightly.

“Just Silvey is fine,” you gently countered. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you as well—“

“Petro,” he announced quickly, while you sensed his feet meandering toward your form. “Jedi Initiate.”

Returning to centering breaths in the cursory stillness, you could already feel how your words finally registered with the youngling, his meek boot passing by your attuned senses as he nudged a nearby, pattering pebble.

“Are you not a Jedi?” He bemused, pausing a meter away.

You confirmed. “I am.”

“Well, you seem too old to be a Padawan.”

You chuckled lightly at that, wrenching your eyes open to stare at the unfazed youngling with a feigned dare in your gradual stray from the interconnectivity of a previously solidified, meditative state.

“You’re right, Petro. I’m a knight. I just prefer the name. Without the title.”

Forehead furrowing in uncertainty, he squatted down, joining you with his own meditative stance that sacrificed elements of tranquility in its desperate attempt to mirror yours.

But you, instead, followed by resting your hands on either side. Using them as pillars to support your weight that leaned back in an attempt to encourage relaxation in the young boy.

And also, because, it looked like your session was reaching beyond the point of no return.

“Why?”

A good question, you admitted. You didn’t really have an answer for Ahsoka either when you asked her to avoid that particular designation. Though when she did pose a similar inquiry, you somewhat knew in the back of your mind that the personal values that’d emerged from your unusual upbringing were certainly a factor.

The reasoning you presented then should do, you presumed

“I suppose having a rank divides me from those who do not share it. And, as a Jedi, connecting with the Force through all living beings is a part of who I am. It’s harder to do that if I’m placed on a pedestal above them.”

The boy’s nose crinkled, almost as if he’d just registered the District’s sickly fumes that billowed into a drifting fog from below.

“I always thought you were supposed to call Masters that to be respectful. Because they know so much, and they can do those big flips in the air with their lightsabers. And I’m still stuck on Form One.”

Well, he certainly wasn’t wrong, you mused. In fact, his astute analysis was detailed enough to bring you back to threading memories of that rainy afternoon. When Obi-Wan found you at the outer edge of the Senate District, and the burden of piercing stabs dissipated in the hours that followed. Attributable to what was aptly described as invariably sound advice, or, ‘knowing so much.’

You hummed contentedly at the memory.

“They are quite wise, aren’t they?”

But it was clear that such a jettisoned comment did not swing the pendulum of Petro’s mind in any particular direction regarding your previous statement.

Time to take a new approach, you decided.

“Do you believe in the value of all living beings?”

“I guess,” he mumbled indecisively.

Your brows skeptically raised as you probed his response.

“You guess?”

Petro’s voice gave way to an embittered tone. “I don’t like those Separatists we’re fighting. Especially General Grievous. When I get my lightsaber, I’m gonna challenge him to a duel and destroy him for the Republic.”

You took pause at the vexation which plumed into the Force and prodded at your senses. Swelling into cascading clouds throughout the proximate ambiance from a being who, if stood on the tips of their toes, would barely reach four feet.

“It was not long ago that those worlds were once part of the Republic. Would it surprise you to know that even the beings on the side of the Separatists are just as important to the Jedi?”

Scratching his knee, Petro unshackled his gaze to wander upwards, green eyes unfixed as he spoke simply.

“I don’t understand. The Separatists aren’t our friends anymore because the Jedi are fighting them in a war. How can we hurt them and care about them at the same time?”

Your eyes crinkled in serenity.

“Because all life is sacred, young Petro. No matter what side any being is on. No matter what rank they hold.”

You exhaled, gaze standing firm as candor seeped from your pores.

“Though I must admit, I’m also quite confused about our place as peacekeepers in this war. But as long as you preserve that belief in your heart, I’m sure it will take you far in your journey as a Jedi.”

He nodded, that ever so slightly ripening mind absorbing your words. But, like with most maturing Jedi, it didn’t take long for a satisfied grin to peak through the abating wonder that had once lined his features.

“Thanks, Mas—“

Petro cut himself off, inhaling as his teeth caught up with his brain.

“Thanks, Silvey.”

You offered a soft smile.

“Is it easier to mediate here?” He continued, topic shifting just as abruptly as he spoke. “This is my first time visiting the contemplation balcony. I know it’s usually meant for Padawans and Knights, but I’ve been having trouble meditating on my own.”

You considered the youngling’s words, panning your gaze by the swaying orange-red bushes and toward the distant cityscape infested by disparate skylanes.

“Yes, it’s quite nice here.”

You faced the black-haired Initiate.

“And usually very quiet.”

But Petro simply stared at you blankly as that thinly veiled joke vaulted over his head.

“You can meditate here with me if you’d like,” you offered, hoping to bide some silence without discouraging the young fellow.

But the boy was way ahead of you, shutting his eyes with a beaming expression before you even had a chance to finish your sentence.

And, for a moment, it was calm.

The sway of rustling shrubbery and distant whirs of dashing speeders reentered your senses. You found yourself relaxing your shoulders back into the swirling stream, resting your wrists on each knee once more to deepen your connection. Quicker than the weeks before, you could feel its tingling energies crawl up your forearms and widen your perception of the swarming, broad region. The many Jedi circulating through local walkways, training, or even meditating nearby as well as the thousands of beings going about their daily lives only within a few blocks of the Temple.

Their distant mutterings. Their footsteps. The way with which their signatures contributed to Coruscant’s hive. Even young Petro, his squirming facial muscles and bouncing knee tugging at your senses as he attempted his own communion with the Force.

But, of course, it never did last for long.

“How old are you?”

You kept your vision obscured, hoping not to lose your progress in intensifying your concentration as you swiftly responded.

“That’s a secret.”

“Why are your eyes silver?”

“Family trait.”

“What color is your lightsaber? I bet it’s green.”

“Gray.”

“Gray!? That’s so cool! I’ve never heard of a gray Kyber crystal! Did you find it like that or—“

A sharp spasm speared through your mind, stunning your eyes wide open as your posture collapsed forward. Arms flinging out toward the ground to catch yourself.

With every extractable effort, you tried to absorb the debilitating sensation, hoping that if you just let it flow through you, it would pass as quickly as it came. A pain that, for an instant, felt as if it dwarfed all the headaches of the last several weeks.

“Are you ok, Silvey? I’m sorry if I said something wrong—“

“No,” you heaved, catching your breath as the feeling slowly dulled into the background.

Glancing up at the nervous boy, you offered a tired smile, reaching out into the Force’s eternal connectivity to focus on the beings around you.

“You did nothing wrong, Petro. I’m just—“

Another flash of white-hot agony, searing into your mind a sustained hammering that yanked from feebly quivering lips a distressed groan. Your fingernails dug into the squeaking bronzed platform, almost as if to distract your head from its steadily swelling excruciation with the torment of scraping skin against metal.

Yet, it only produced a mere fraction of the pain.

You couldn’t help it. It was the only way to avoid screaming out at the blinding sensation. That, and the anesthetic of grinding your teeth— an operation which made it equally impossible to speak.

“Get….”

Another penetrating stab ripped open your jaw, unshackling a jarring yell as your heartbeat began to quicken against a heaving chest.

“Get what?!” Petro implored, panicked, as he sprung to his feet.

“Is there something I should get?! What do I get?!”

“…help” you croaked.

“Help?” He sounded, tasting the consonants in his mouth.

Then, his alarmed gaze exploded in recognition.

“Oh, help!” The black-haired boy exclaimed, waving his arms while the cogs of his mind zipped into overdrive.

“Get help! I can do that! I can do that.”

Petro froze, dropping into a lower hush as he calmly addressed himself.

“I can do that.”

Bright green eyes snapped back up at your writhing, keeled-over form.

“I’ll be right back, Silvey! Don’t move!”

And with that, the energized youngling hopped into a sprint, barreling through the doorway out of your meditation alcove. Skidding to the left in an attempt to avoid one of the larger vermillion shrubs before disappearing around its lush corner.

But that still left you, reaching up to rigidly clutch your head out of instinct. Fingernails furrowing into disheveled hair and scrapping against the irritated scalp below just as ravenously as the floor.

Because, to you, superficial discomfort stood as the sole avenue to divert your attention from your paling face and shaking hands. As a means to grasp onto escaping tendrils of concentration amidst spiraling torment. You knew that intense focus was your best chance at ejecting these perforating splashes of acid from your mind. That intertwining with the Force’s undying strength would be the only pillar maintaining your teetering consciousness.

So, you plunged into it. Enveloping yourself deeper into the circulating stream’s linking medium with the aim of drawing stability from the beings who resided within and beyond the Temple.

From the Order itself.

Hoping that your brief theater to their energies would prove potent enough to pave you a path out of this torture.

Until it wasn’t.

Black spots began to cloud your vision, bobbing in from your peripheral, swelling to obscure the still swinging bushes and greater District’s landscape. Smothering you into a sea of darkness as if the Maker themself reached up into the sky and darkened the Coruscanti sun with a flick.

It was then when you prepared yourself for what you assumed was coming.

Snapping your eyes shut, you braced for the sudden dizziness that you were sure would take hold. A weightlessness in your stomach destined to shoot up your esophagus. A heated copper platform soon to meet your pained skull with an unceremonious slam.

But none of that ever happened.

Instead, the darkness began to dissipate. Clearing like a temporary fog that was simply passing through.

But this was no ordinary haze, it seemed.

Because in its place, with the continued volatile pangs slowing your eyes in their attempt to refocus, emerged a realm you had no words to fully describe.

And no idea for how you got there.

Your neck was angled downwards when your orbs first began to blink away the daze as the headache of before dissipated into a faraway hum. A position that encouraged you to confoundedly rub those same, silver eyes the instant you realized you were suddenly standing.

And on a ground quite unfamiliar to you, no less.

Beneath your feet ran an overlayed pile of black rocks, smooth yet jagged as they hugged your brown boots with slippery bodies.

You lurched back, disorientation from the drastically altered sight driving your feet as unknown, overcast skies darkened your movements. A freezing ache from the shock attacking your hands while you moved.

Until you quickly realized that each brisk heel rapidly digging away brought your legs deeper into the pile’s mass like a quicksand.

You went rigid, taking swift note of the sharp stones that now slithered around your ankles with a consistency akin to having been dipped in oil.

Quickening heartbeats shot up your gaze as you tried to reorient yourself within these new surroundings. Secretly hoping that perhaps you’d accidentally stumbled into some strange rock exhibit on the contemplation balcony.

But it didn’t take long to surmise that belief’s impossibility. Because to your left and right and as far as the human eye could see, was an endless accumulation of overlapping rock mounds. Rolling like black sand dunes on a lifeless island on which you now stood.

And solidifying your credence that, wherever you were, you definitely weren’t in the Temple anymore.

Still, that wasn’t the only new terrain that infiltrated your senses. By a flickering gleam a few meters ahead, you abruptly spotted a body of water that skirted the rock formations. A strange moat that seemed to stand still atop a bottomless pit of murky shadows with an eery calmness that made it nearly invisible to the naked eye, despite it being located just under your nose.

Then, still raising your head, you spied another structure just beyond the channel. A jagged rock face of stacked boulders that bore a towering plateau reaching twenty meters into the gray sky, measuring at least the same distance from which its foundation stood beyond the trench. You assumed from the few, fluttering wisps of green grass oscillating over its edge, that the sky-scraping crag’s inviolability clearly rivaled the unstable land on which you now stood. One that collectively squirmed from the same occasional gusts of cold, damp breeze, which left the calm waters unaffected.

Decidedly, you needed to find a way over there.

With considerably more caution, you stepped toward the standing water, trusting in your ability to inch close enough in order to gauge its depth without sinking too dangerously below the slick rocks as they continued to wriggle up your legs. Still, each lumbered stride became increasingly difficult while the hill’s pressurized grip tightened around each calf before squeezing at your knees.

But, in spite of that noticeable roadblock, and following several strained, jerking steps, you were finally able to near the bank. Drawing close enough to gaze into the river’s spine-chilling, shadowy underbelly.

Angling downward, you reached out a hand with the hope of splashing some dulled skylight into its depths for a better view. Perhaps it was more shallow than you initially surmised, which would certainly make your journey across its waters much easier.

But as your fingers graced its surface, you were completely unprepared for the jolting fiery shock that surged up your arm, triggering you to yank it away as if you’d just been splashed by pure, volcanic ash.

You hissed from the sting, cradling your arm while staring deeper into the river’s shadowy depths that rippled from the sudden distortion.

Within seconds of the minute cascading wavelet stretching and dissipating into the river’s outer rims, a handful of bubbles trickled toward the surface from inside its murkiest blotches. The first set effervescing skyward only to, one after another, snap and crackle like watery fireworks whose speckled flakes stung your arms stuck in the crossfire at the river’s bank.

Soon, though, the last gurgle fizzed into a silent pause. A deafening calmness purveying the unknown land to which you’d somehow been transported. Providing an opportunity to formulate some new strategy of escape.

An instant immediately stolen.

In a snap, the waters became overwhelmed by a swarming array of roiling bubbles. A rapidly expanding feat that began to overtake the stream. Transforming the once-still liquid into a gurgling mess as if a thousand lightsabers ignited its expanse from below to tip the already blistering lake over into a chain reaction of pure, uncontrollable entropy.

Your lips formed a thin line as you hummed to yourself.

“This is gonna be a problem.”

—

Obi-Wan Kenobi continued his steady jog down the main Spire’s winding staircase. Nut brown robe fluttering by each pearly step while the bearded Jedi considered just how long he’d been waiting for this pertinent moment.

Or, at least, for the assignments finally allocated at the Council meeting this morning. One that he was just now departing.

It had been six, prolonged days brimming with Jedi deployments following the communications system’s final clearance for secure use during sensitive operations. One after another, fellow Masters and Knights, accompanied by the occasional Padawan, circled through the Council’s chambers like an endless revolving door of diverse faces. Accepting each new mission with complete decorum before bowing to the seated assembly to make their exit. Ensuring space for the next General to enter the yellow rotunda of decorative inscriptions and curtain walls before encircling chairs and the distant panorama of Coruscant’s tallest structures.

All to receive critical orders.

That included Anakin and Ahsoka, who, by request of Master Windu, had departed from the Temple just the other day for the Bith System.

All and all, it had been nearly a week of Kenobi’s colleagues rejoining their clone forces to tackle the Separatist threat. After almost a month of virtually twiddling his thumbs while the men in his battalion laid down their lives without him. A scenario that weighed on the Master Jedi.

Thank the Maker that was no longer the case.

The first set of Council members— Obi-Wan Kenobi, Plo Koon, and Shaak Ti— had finally received their first returning assignments since the full communications lockdown. But while those other Masters were expected to lead their respective battalions alone or be the sole Jedi representative on other worlds, for the first time since Anakin was his Padawan, Kenobi would have a companion.

A being, by Master Yoda, he was tasked with integrating into the Order. And, as a high-ranking Council member, one whose true identity Kenobi needed to protect. An individual who had mentioned to him earlier their plans of meditating on the contemplation balcony before his morning meeting. And because of that, a Jedi he knew exactly where to find to inform them about their mutual deployment scheduled for tomorrow morning.

You.

The auburn-haired man paused mid-step, brown boot hovering over the next, grayed stair for an instant before gently touching down as his senses attuned to their surroundings. His ears perked while a subtle distortion washed by stilled feet, like the elusive splash of a puddle that just happened to knick the edge of his shoe.

With a hand on the thick, wooden guardrail, The General’s curious head smoothly tilted over the staircase, as if to spy the source of the atmosphere’s twitch that he found so strangely difficult to describe by simply peering at the level below.

His brows twisted in slight confusion. Mostly because, after conducting a quick analysis of his environment, the Master Jedi found the subtle sensation’s presence to be quite foreign to him. It wasn’t anything he believed to be particularly concerning. Though he couldn’t admit to having encountered it before. No matter his countless meditation sessions or travels to other worlds.

Perhaps that too was why, despite its innocuous nature, the sudden shift in the encompassing hum of the Force still gave him pause.

Resting his eyelids, Obi-Wan focused his mind on the strange discrepancy, reaching out with the tendrils of his senses to ascertain its truth.

It was as if, within the Force’s steadily taught string, a subtle dip pried down one insignificant section of its intrinsic flow. As if in its everlasting stream that moved throughout every being and world, a fly became caught, with wings too soaked to free itself.

Overall, it was a feeling that wasn’t quite… right. Something that shouldn’t necessarily be there, he gleaned.

An otherwise benign inconsistency Kenobi was confident you wouldn’t mind him investigating. Even if it meant a delay in hearing the details of your upcoming, joint mission.

The blue-eyed Jedi resumed his trek down the spiraling staircase, spry footsteps leading his loosened form. This time with his aim shifted toward the curious ridge that etched into the Force and canopied his senses.

With ample time to reach the variability and a wandering mind, Obi-Wan took the empty moment to consider the Grand Master’s decisions regarding his delayed assignment.

Of course, The General understood the logic behind Master Yoda’s insistence that non-Council members be deployed first while those left behind delegated such commissions. If the Republic expected to recoup its battlefield losses, it was wisest to finalize those strategies with the senior decision-makers still in one place. All while those uninvolved in the planning process took those first, few important strides toward implementing the Grand Army’s ever-evolving designs.

Still, the wait became arduous. The bearded Jedi was usually more patient when it came to such matters as these. And, to be sure, he wasn’t particularly enthused about the encroaching sleepless nights or measureless tasks that were destined to cut into his meditation time.

But now that most of the overarching battalion strategies tailored for the Jedi’s return had been finalized, General Kenobi could not wait any longer to dig his heels back into every effort the Republic put forward to preserve peace in a Galaxy threatened by shadowy forces. Agents of the Dark Side like Count Dooku who, week-by-week, further convinced Master Yoda of his Sith identity.

One of two beings Obi-Wan could never risk permitting either of which to entertain the idea of your existence.

“Master Kenobi!”

Traversing the last few stairs onto the Spire’s median platform, Obi-Wan promptly raised his head toward the adolescent voice. Taking note of its high-strung manner as a dash of jet-black locks jounced into the lower creases of his vision, followed by a flash of green orbs ablaze with panic.

He tilted his head inquisitively.

“Yes, youngling? Is there something wrong?”

But the winded, wide-eyed boy couldn’t answer, mouth agape like a Bluefish thrust from the ocean. Instead, he flung out one distressed arm, grasping Kenobi’s own to tug it frantically toward the platforms behind while breathless words tumbled from trembling teeth.

“We… we need help! Silvey needs someone… someone to help them!”

A raw chill surged up Obi-Wan’s spine, spreading across his cheeks like icy roots that temporarily sucked the color from his lips. Providing enough of a momentary shock at the boy’s words to nudge Kenobi’s heels forward as the youngling dragged him along.

The Guardian, in need of help…

Considering how stubbornly independent you’d always been, this notion certainly worried the Jed Master. It would’ve taken a great deal for you to request any sort of assistance. And from a youngling, no less…

Something must’ve been seriously wrong.

And, as the Jedi whose only indefinite assignment to himself was to ensure your protection, the idea of you being seriously injured or worse fleetingly triggered Obi-Wan’s anxieties about the future in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Not since his experiences as Qui-Gon’s Padawan, at least.

“Slow down. Tell me what happened to Silvey. Are they alright?”

Both Kenobi and the youngling fell in step, the former walking briskly with the semi-jogging boy across the rotunda’s cobalt blue carpet while he continued to tug at the Jedi Master’s sleeve.

“I don’t know!” He huffed, slightly sniffling as he gazed up at the elder Jedi with teary eyes. “We were just talking and they fell and they looked like they were in a lot of pain! They told me to get help, so I did.”

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, attempting to calm his mind from the initial surprise.

He had an idea of what could have caused this, yet it didn’t make any sense. The bearded man thought that these stress-induced headaches had resolved. At least, that’s what you had told him. He’d become convinced that your efforts to focus that bright mind on differing matters had finally compelled them to fade into the background.

But, if that was the case, what could have possibly changed all that in the matter of a day? Of an hour, since last he saw you?

“Where are they right now?” Kenobi coolly spoke as agile Jedi and youngling stepped onto the contemplation balcony, the gleaming rays of Coruscant’s blazing, yellow sun beating down on the pensive man’s searching face.

“I told them to wait in the Redweeds Circle where they were meditating.”

Obi-Wan halted, forcing the glassy-eyed yet somewhat more sedated boy to skid to a stop, fingers still tightly clasped to his brown sleeve as he frighteningly gazed up at the bearded man.

“I will go and check on Silvey, youngling. But I have one very important task for you while I do that.”

The boy emphatically nodded, lifting up a pair of knuckles to swipe away a dribble of snot leaking down his lips. Still, he listened, green eyes glistening.

Kenobi exhaled, kneeling down to address the boy at his level. “What is your name?”

“Petro,” the youngling sniffled.

“Young Petro, I want you to run up to the High Council Chambers and find Master Windu. Tell him what you told me and where to find us.”

A slight twinkle flickered in the boy’s eye. “I can do that.”

“I know you can,” Obi-Wan graciously smiled while resting a hand on his knee to stand once more. “Now go. I will see to it that Silvey is alright. Have no fear. You did well.”

The black hair boy nodded.

“Thank you, Master Kenobi,” Petro vocalized, a modest upturn gracing the corners of his mouth.

With a pivot of his foot, the youngling trotted back toward the inner spire, beginning his lengthy journey to the tower’s highest point where the Council chambers lay. Still, despite his frazzled signature and hurried pace, Petro still found a moment to call back to Master Jedi who’d just resumed his trek toward your being.

“I hope Silvey will be ok!”

And Obi-Wan certainly agreed with him.

Trailing the copper-tinted curvature of the Spire’s outdoor platform, Kenobi quickly sped toward the Redweeds Circle, passing the occasional Jedi and botanical display in his tempered jog to reach you. He paid no mind to the blue lekku that hung smoothly from either side of Master Aayla Secura’s head as he glided by her deep, meditative trance at the terrace’s outer border without a second thought. He brushed off the District streets’ eddying fumes, accompanied by an unbroken chain of droning speeders and stirring winds that echoed down the path toward the secluded divisions of the balcony.

But the instant his bounding steps brought him within reach of those familiar fiery shrubs, Obi-Wan suddenly found, with his legs uneasily immobilized just before the alcove’s parted entrance, that a familiar distortion had weaved its way back into his senses. And in a fashion that couldn’t simply be ignored.

Because it was the same bend in the Force that he’d sensed on the main Spire’s stairway just moments ago.

A discrepancy, Master Kenobi realized, as he was once again driven to spin through the verdant corner and onto the meditative alcove, was coming from you.

Drinking in your slumped-over spine and cradled head in a blink, Obi-Wan’s unexpectedly spurring heartbeat bolted him toward your figure, stirred to quicken his pace as another pained groan escaped your lips.

“Silvey,” Obi-Wan called out, concern tugging at his sternum while he slowed to kneel beside you.

Eyeing your obscured countenance, Obi-Wan tried to slightly lean in, hoping to catch a glimpse of your face to help gauge the severity of your condition.

But that wouldn’t change the fact that Kenobi had never seen such a strong, physical reaction like this from you before. Especially with regard to the migraines of the last week.

“What is happening? Is it the headaches? Have they come back?”

“Obi-Wan?” You croaked, flicking your head out of cupped palms in startled search of him.

But what Obi-Wan saw nearly made him stumble out of your line of vision altogether.

In place of your brilliant, silver eyes had emerged a thin, gray film, wrapped around the delicate orbs like a taught bedsheet. Seemingly acting as a buffer in your vision during your aimless search for Obi-Wan, despite him being knelt directly in front of your wandering gaze.

“Where are you?” You intensely inquired, vision oscillating from side to side.

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. “I’m right next to you.”

Puzzlement jerked at your brows. “I- uh. I don’t see you.”

“You’re sitting on the contemplation balcony with me.”

Lifting a hand, he reached out for you, placing his palm on your sun-kissed shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze as a freezing tinge enveloped his fingertips.

“Do you feel my hand?”

“No, I can only feel this damned headache!” You groaned. “And I’m gonna have to disagree with you, Obi-Wan. Wherever I am, it’s definitely not the balcony, and it’s pretty hard to move.” The Master Jedi spied as your hand shot back up to massage your temple. “It doesn’t help that this ache is weighing me down.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth devolved into a thin line, worry etched across his features as he absorbed your troubling words.

“I’m not sure I quite understand. Are you saying you’re seeing some other… place?”

“If you can call it that, yeah.”

The bearded Jedi’s blue eyes narrowed, unsettlement bubbling like a steeping tea at the uncertainty of your condition.

“Tell me what you see.”

“I’m…”

Kenobi dropped his hand while your head swiveled, scanning the encircling vermillion bushes and bronzed terrace below as if you could truly see those landmarks through swathed orbs.

“I’m on some sort of… island. But it’s made up of these strange rocks. They’re oily, covered in soot, and… seem to act like quicksand around my feet. Uh, there’s a lake? It’s surrounding the island. But, Obi-Wan?”

Your neck swiveled like a droid urgently conducting a scan as you again searched for him, uncertainty contorting your features.

“I’m here, Silvey,” Kenobi reassured, scooting his knees against the smoothed floor to resettle directly in front of you as your cloudy eyes stilled straight ahead.

“What is it?” He implored, attentive stare unmoving. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“The water… it’s… black. It’s so black it’s like a shadow in my hand.”

The Jedi Master did not like the sound of that at all.

Kenobi steadily exhaled, a swirling array of thoughts fighting for dominance while he attempted to ascertain what could cause such a condition. And, more importantly, what he could do to stave off its symptoms to ensure your stability, even if temporary.

“What worries me is…,” his eyes refocused on your shifting gaze as words trickled past his ears. “…Is that’s what I called my headaches. The name Master Windu told me to assign to it. Black Water. And now that’s what I see. But when I touched it, it started to boil.”

Your brows contorted in realization, jaw tightening while you spoke.

“I think it’s gonna flood the island…”

Instantly, Kenobi felt his forehead will toward yours. Slowing just inches before your nose as if proximity would make his voice clearer to you. As if it would bring your mind back from being trapped inside this bizarre realm.

“Can you get out?” He implored, a serious quickness charging his tone. “Is there somewhere you can go?”

“There’s another tall island on the opposite side, but I can’t reach—“

An audible gasp ladened with visceral pain tumbled from your tongue, followed by a stiff exhale from flaring nostrils. It was enough to draw Obi-Wan to launch his hands out to clutch your upper arms, holding them so staunchly like it was the only thing keeping you talking. Like it was the only way to keep your body from disappearing too.

He was supposed to be protecting The Guardian, and, by the unnerving sight before him, it looked like he was already failing at that task. A notion that only drove him to accelerate his spoken tempo in an attempt to seek the answers he needed to help you.

“What was that?” He worried, eyes softening at pain transparently emanating from your features. “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s happening.”

“The waves,” you swallowed with stitched brows, rubbing the back of your hand while you spoke. “It splashed my hand. They’re moving closer. And every time I step back to get away, I sink deeper into the island. I don’t think I can walk any further. And I can’t use the Force here to pull myself out.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze sunk, allowing his arms to fall to his side as he settled into folded legs in an effort to parse out this rapidly developing situation.

Master Windu still hadn’t arrived, and there was no way Kenobi was leaving you by yourself to deal with this unpredictable vision only to fetch a distant Healer. If he could call it a vision. The General had certainly never heard of a Jedi becoming fully imprisoned within their own mind by one.

Though, despite being trapped by his own expeditious attempts to decipher the imminent disturbance, the uneasy man still noticed out of the crest of his vision a splash of reddened skin with peeling flakes as your soothing fingers uncovered the striking development.

And it was a sight perplexing enough to compel Kenobi to grab your wrist, just when you began to pull it away.

“Silvey…” he spoke lowly. “You hand.”

“What?”

“It’s red.”

“What? You can see the burn?” You asked, confusion dripping from your cheeks. “How? You’re not in my mind.”

“It’s here. It’s on your hand here. On the balcony.”

“Oh,” you vocalized, scrunching your nose as you continued.

“That’s really not good.”

Kenobi’s already galvanized chest hammered deeper, threatening to fracture a rib.

If, much like The Muntuur, this strange affliction within your mind had a devastating effect in the real world, it was quite possible that were this dubious river to flood your mind’s island before you had the chance to escape, your body would likely go down with it.

And, given your tightening jaw and sucking, painful breaths in your continued purveyance of invisible surroundings, Obi-Wan at least knew this:

That he had to do something.

It was his duty, after all. Even if that meant putting his mind, or life, on the line for The Guardian.

Not just for you. Or Anakin. Or the Order.

But for the Galaxy itself.

For Qui-Gon.

Positioning his hands on each knee, Kenobi rested his posture into a taught line, hoping to focus his racing thoughts on reaching out to the swirling energies that glided throughout him. Paying careful attention to narrowly avoid that dip in the stream that characterized your being and infected the flow.

“Hold on,” he murmured, releasing his mind into the Force. “I’m coming to get you.”

“Obi-Wan, no,” you rejected, vehemently shaking your head. “We still don’t know what this is. This is my mind we’re talking about. You know, the one Master Yoda had trouble analyzing? The one Master Windu hasn’t broken through? It’s too dangerous for you to even try exploring it in this state.”

“You forget,” he jested, pressing against the severely weakened barriers to your signature while his eyelids swung shut. “Facing danger in service of others is a Jedi specialty.”

But despite the confidence leaking from the bearded Jedi’s whimsical words, it was still not enough to prepare him for the astonishing sight that beclouded his bright blue orbs as Master Kenobi shouldered through the thin, protective layer that gave way to your inner mind.

—

You knew the uphill battle of hiking away from steadily rising waters lapping at a disappearing shore would inevitably sink you far enough into the mound’s squirming pebbles to trap you indefinitely. Thwarting away any hope of putting another inch between you and the frothing black liquid whose gurgling waves rolled over each other as thickly as a bubbling oil field.

You just didn’t realize that waist-deep would be the cutoff.

The deadly river roiled just a few meters away, unleashing its intensifying rage with sporadic splashes scattering far enough to swipe searing lines across the sides of your neck and forearms.

Yet, even then, the distance still appeared skewed, mostly by steaming rocks transferring the stream’s burning heat against the protective layer your robe provided. Its slender fabric barely cut their progressing fever while they buzzed with an intensity akin to the campfire rocks you remember scavenging during those late-night cave explorations on Hoth. And, with memories of prematurely dispersing those pebbles with the help of a sleeve, it didn’t take long for you to realize, eyes fixed on the unfortunate sight, that your ash cloak’s thickness wouldn’t be enough to stave off the shards’ uniformly climbing heat for long.

“It appears you could use a hand!”

Your gaze flung upwards, eyes narrowing pryingly at the rough skirt of the grassy precipice from which a carrying voice resounded down the crag and bounced across the humming buzz of scalding waters, all the way to you. Vision sharpening through rising smoke plumes, a hazy emergence snagged your focus while a brown robe flapping around similarly tinted boots crystallized in the fog.

You crossed your arms, elbows gracing the wriggling, sizzling pebbles as an incredulous smirk charmed your expression.

“Last time I checked, that was my line.”

Your brows furrowed in bewilderment.

“Wait—“ you exclaimed, having fully registered Kenobi’s presence within the inner facets of your troubled mind while your arms released to gesticulate your point.

“—How are you here?! Master Windu and I have been working for weeks to even access my thoughts!”

“Whatever this is, it has severely weakened your barriers!” He called out, a swelling wind swishing auburn curls and a shadow of unease clouding his countenance.

Soon, Obi-Wan’s lost stare raised to absorb your mutual surroundings in his scan of the endless, inky mounds whose rolling bodies far surpassed your being into the outstanding, elusive expanse. And, inside those few, short seconds, it became clear that whatever he saw germinated an element of disfavor that stitched like a spasm deep into his blue orbs.

“I sense a great darkness there!”

“Fantastic,” you huffed lowly, sarcasm nurturing its steady drip while you returned toward the preoccupied Jedi with a pointed stare and wry chuckle.

“Still think it’s just stress, Master Kenobi?” You poked, raising a brow.

And you could tell from the Jedi’s mixed expression that he realized he definitely deserved that.

A searing slap at your cheek drew out an uncontrollable hiss, snapping your gaze back toward the sizzling rapids. During the progression of your exchange, the raging waters had crept close enough to now densely crackle less than a meter away from your confined frame.

“Uh, any ideas?” You vocalized, nervously eyeing the encroaching, greasy waters.

“You’re going to be alright!” Obi-Wan shouted, arms extending over the cliff side with fingers pointed toward your figure below about thirty meters away. “I believe I can access the Force here! Don’t move!”

“Thanks for the advice!” You deadpanned, feeling a slight pressure begin to tighten under your armpits, and bow your elbows. “I was originally planning to practice Form Four while stuck in these quicksand rocks, but now I know not to do that.”

With the rise of his palms, your torso harshly tugged upwards, bringing the borderline of writhing pebbles roughly below your rear while the belligerent waters licked at the unstable land mere feet from your anchored form.

“You know what I meant!” He objected tensely, forearms straining in his continual heave skywards.

Another squeezed yank, and most of your heated legs were finally freed. Loose, burning shales tumbled back into the cavity hatched by limbs kicking out to freedom during your hasty retreat to elbow onto flatter land.

And just in the nick of time too.

Boiling liquid instantly engulfed the mound that once had you ensnared. Only seconds after you’d finally, gratingly freed a boot momentary wedged among interlocked shales.

Still, despite your newfound freedom, you couldn’t help but refocus your mind back on the black river’s looming essence as you were promptly reminded by the mounting deluge that your temporary haven would be just that.

Temporary.

“Obi-Wan…” you uneasily droned, sights locked on the molasses-like liquid traveling intelligently across the last few inches that divided its scorching heat from your fidgeting, sweaty feet.

“I don’t understand!” He nervously exclaimed, drawing your stare while he viciously grappled with thin air before his arms fell with a grunt. “I can’t move the rocks! Can you see anything that could be used to block the overflow?! Or to help you move away?!”

“No!” you shouted, fruitlessly surveying the endless mounds of black shards to your rear before facing the quite visually unsettled Jedi. “And if I move back any more I’ll get stuck again!”

Tensely biting your lip, you stretched your neck, hoping to catch a glimpse of any way across the crashing waterway— a loose path of stepping stones perhaps— when your vision once again spied the rocky cliff towering fiercely in support of Obi-Wan’s faraway figure. And while you scrutinized the plateau’s craggy outer foundation that fabricated a makeshift shoreline, you did happen to spot amidst its rugged construction two round, graphite boulders of particular interest balancing against each other toward the divide.

They stood at about half your size and appeared sturdy to move, you assessed. Making them maybe, just maybe, durable enough to get you off this death trap of an island.

So, extending your mind through elongated fingers, you attempted to clasp onto one of the shapes.

That was before learning the hard way that on that faraway shore too, you could still not manipulate the Force.

“What is it?!” Obi-Wan called out, having seemingly noticed your distant focus and budding frustration.

“Those boulders below you!” You replied, motioning for his probing peer to traverse back over the river’s murky depths. “Can you move them?!”

“I can certainly try!” He exclaimed.

An echoing grunt reverberated down the cliffside while Kenobi struggled to negotiate the boulders’ dense builds. Even from your remote spot through clouds of smoky fog and under overcast, gray skies, you could almost glimpse the blossoming of thick veins that tirelessly pulsed throughout both of the Jedi’s tautened arms.

But it wasn’t before the obvious strain brought Obi-Wan’s two, forcibly planted feet teetering just at the cliff’s edge that you felt compelled to somehow strategize a new plan. Because no matter how dangerously close those bubbling waves came, you were far more driven by the heightened danger Kenobi inched toward with each onerous yank at the structures below, effectively stiffening every muscle in your body.

Until the tiniest twitch in the right boulder stifled your breath.

Within the span of a blink of an eye, Kenobi had, by all accounts, unearthed the brawn demanded to barely lift the grayed boulder, prying it from the delicately balanced pile that slumped noisily from its removal.

He hovered it through the splintering waters, securing the object against crashing waves that threatened its journey. Holding it steady enough to shakily maneuver its shape before finally allowing it to clatter inches before your feet.

“I’d like to know why you can access the Force in my mind when I can’t!” You complained, grappling onto the giant stone with grayed sleeves clutched between your fingers as you rose atop its structure, two rapid heartbeats before the dark waters encircled the drifting, black rocks below.

“Never mind that now!” He remarked. “I’m going to build you a bridge!”

“You can’t!” You called out, boulder quivering up your legs from the rushing stream. “It took nearly all your energy to move just one of them!”

His eyes dilated with apprehension at the truth behind your words. Until that was all washed away by an element of reluctant resolve.

“When you have another suggestion I’d be happy to take it under advisement! But, for now, this is the plan!”

With rounded lips, you sighed, whispering lowly to yourself as you considered this rapidly developing predicament that you somehow now roped Obi-Wan into.

“This is not gonna end well…”

So, for those next several, tense minutes, once you acquiesced to Kenobi’s plan, it became a desperate race between you and the troubled waters persistently frothing its deadly torrent always just below. Obi-Wan constructed you a path to deliverance brick by brick, with a cacophony of strained grunts and shouts to watch the slippery corners that, following one misstep, were sure to lead to a scalding demise. It certainly didn’t help that the river had once again proved its near sentience, with the blubbering, hot liquid countering your bid for freedom by striving to surge and crack against the ascending bridge, passion like an Alessian Terror Moth to a Glowlamp.

Though, despite the restless undercurrents of anxiety breaking against your own subconscious from the absolute instantly that was this situation, a small part of you eased at the ongoing effectiveness of this thrown-together strategy Kenobi had arranged. With every available effort, the auburn-haired Jedi briskly lugged each shiftable boulder ahead of the flooding river and rising steam. And, you had to admit, his perseverance had certainly helped alleviate any general unease surrounding the plan’s ill-advised nature, calming nerves that you didn’t even realize had heightened before the adrenaline began to shake out of your system.

That was, until his complete exhaustion started to manifest through heavy perspires, drenching his face and tunic and stiffening his increasingly stuttering movements. Especially once you passed the waterway’s halfway point, those sluggish maneuverings of trembling boulders barely lifting off the ground soon became a new cause for concern.

“You need to take a break,” you advised with a comforting gaze and more standard projection, now able to make out the bearded Jedi’s entirely drained complexion from just twelve meters away. “The water will still be safely low enough for a few minutes at least.”

All Master Kenobi could do was nod while labored breaths struggled in and out of his lungs, hands reaching for rigid knees as he subsumed the brief instant greedily, fatigue dripping down every inch of his hunched body.

It was really difficult to see him like this, you absorbed, eyes glued to the troubling sight. Obi-Wan was by far one of the most intelligent and capable Jedi you’d met during your time at the Temple. So much so, that had Qui-Gon seen this day, you knew he would’ve been immeasurably proud.

Then, to watch him crumble within the confines of your strangely infected mind? Putting every piece of himself as he was known to do in service of others? Toward some crisis you could’ve escaped on your own had you held out for just a little bit longer?

You felt awfully guilty.

You sighed, attention so strongly levied on the recovering man just above and beyond that you almost missed the nearly imperceptible, detached rattlings that ostensibly reflected from the torrent below.

Ears perked, you glanced around the set of stacked boulders that precariously buttressed your balancing, skyward frame. Allowing your severely debilitated senses to lead you into a turn as you tracked the clatter toward the flooded land from which you just barely escaped. Still, despite being initially met with the broad flood of shadows, you encouraged your vision to center.

It was a decision that empowered you to quickly spy a thread of black specks emerge from the dark waters, swelling quickly in their rapid, squirming approach up the bridge with movements so coordinated you assumed they had to have been connected by some invisible thread.

“What in the Wampa…” you whispered to yourself while trying to discern this strange sight with squinting eyes.

Neck craning to take a closer look, you soon recognized the flecks’ familiar snaggy shape and greasy complexion as they melted into a pebbled form.

With nowhere else to go, and a healthy bought of curiosity driving your gaze, you observed as the black rocks slithered up the last few boulders, wondering if some strange wind trap created by the manmade bridge had somehow twisted these shards up and out of their sodden cradle.

But you were swiftly proven wrong when, madly wrapping around your leg like an unshakable boa constrictor, the reactive pebbles seized you into a downward tumble, preventing you a chance to even react. Still, your eyes grew wide at the twist while a startled Kenobi called out after your disappearing figure.

Your back slammed roughly against the bridge with each jolt, forcing you to twist and wrestle for an imperfection to grip. All the while blistering rocks jabbed into your leg with a wildness that made you gasp.

With fingernails continuing their descending scratches against a flux of smooth surfaces, you finally felt your arm give as it locked onto an indent in one of the jutting boulders. Eliciting another groan while the gravely serpent continued to tug at your commandeered limb just before the simmering heat that now suddenly reigned a centimeter below.

With a heartbeat exploding so hotly it felt as if the organ itself would stop altogether, you floundered to face the earthy creature. Spine twisting and arms tightly hugging the boulder beneath while you attempted to somehow come face-to-face with its pants-shredding clutch, hopefully without plummeting off either edge of the narrowed bridge.

Soon, however, by the swing of your other limb flipping your body, you were finally able to secure a newfound position of dominance. With the resulting urgency that rushed through your veins playing a pivotal role in raising your uncaged leg to rally a string of unfettered stomps across the organism’s linked skeleton.

One by one, you snapped off each wedge of the unwelcome parasite, feeling each incisive, prodding sting until you watched the last pebble fall with a hiss and whine back into the deluge. One that, any second, threatened to nip at your ankles.

“Nevermind!” You yelled, leaping to your feet in a desperate race back up those few, squeaky boulders you’d collapsed down.

“No time!” You continued, finally reaching the bridge’s incomplete brink and nearly stumbling over it altogether before halting just in time to spot an aura of relief wash over Obi-Wan’s features the instant you emerged.

“The rocks are alive and they’re trying to kill me!”

Kenobi’s head retracted in befuddlement from registering your words.

“What?”

Another clamor of pattering clicks rang out from the rear, soon overwhelmed by a racket of grating cracks and splashing plunges that whipped your head so quick it took a full second for your hair to catch up.

Alert eyes stilling on the alarming sight, you quickly registered that, in place of the bridge segment once fastened to the tumultuous waters below, now stood a fractured crater. In fact, the structure’s first disappeared steps into ascendancy had overflowed with squirming oily shards and rushing black liquid. The same conscious elements that began twirling like waterspouts with the intention of shimmying up to the next set of boulders, only to girdle the masses with a tight squeeze that sent another section of the bridge bursting into useless fragments.

Staunchly pointing at the rear development, you addressed the perplexed Jedi once again.

“Now they’re eating the bridge!”

“What?!”

But it didn’t take long for Master Kenobi to understand what you meant, as the last few levels of the hazardously erected configuration began to buckle under readily collapsing supports, drawing you into a falter while you tried to steady yourself atop the highest-reaching boulder.

Clearly, this situation was becoming far more dangerous than you could have ever predicted. And with that came a very real realization—

That the longer Obi-Wan remained here in his futile attempts to save you, the more jeopardy he’d be entrenching himself in.

You’d had your fair share of tight circumstances before. And, no matter how dire this one seemed, you knew by your track record that you could probably figure some way out. But, each time you faced down another bloodthirsty Wampa with a broken arm and fractured clavicle, or defended against greedy pirates who’d temporarily stolen your lightsaber, or even traversed icy plains after becoming lost in the dead of night, you still felt comfortable taking such risks.

Because you had faced them alone.

There was no one else you really had to look out for that prevented you from subjecting yourself to the perils necessary to survive.

Until now.

With this danger unlike any other.

One that you could barely predict. And one that had tangible consequences transferable to the physical realm.

One that siphoned the security you usually experienced in attempting such perilous schemes into unruly disquietude. At least since an unpredictable element by the name Obi-Wan Kenobi illuminated the fact that you’d now be endangering a life other than your own.

The land he stood upon was much safer than the vanishing oily mounds below. You understood that. But such a belief would only hold true for so long. It was just a matter of time before the troubled waters threatened to swell and engulf the bearded Jedi whose features contorted in uncertainty as he stared down at you.

Even if he waited until the absolute last second to escape— at the instant when your dreadful doom was sealed— you didn’t believe that the Master Jedi could pry himself from your mind fast enough. At least, not before it was wholly consumed by slippery shadows.

And, most importantly, if you knew one thing, you knew this, and with the confidence of a simple math equation no less:

That if Kenobi got hurt because of you, you would never forgive yourself.

In the short time he’d known you, he had already done so much. Acted as an incendiary to healing discoveries about yourself that you had no previous notion of exploring. Stayed at your side during those inner battles of painful migraines despite your initial attempts to push him away for his own protection. Truly, you couldn’t allow a man as kind and affecting as that to put his life on the line for you. Not when the Galaxy needed Jedi like him.

Not when his death would feel like losing a piece of Qui-Gon all over again.

Besides, being The Guardian of The Chosen One didn’t just mean protecting Anakin, but anyone who you believed to be a part of his destiny.

And you were quite confident that his former Master certainly qualified.

With the prospect of an untimely and horribly painful end slapping you in the face, your sheet-white face finally gravitated toward the unsettled blue-eyed man above you. For the first time since you were both thrown into this bizarre mess, the two of you exchanged a lingering gaze, silently arguing about the best next step as you gradually came to terms with the prospect that your insatiable luck may have finally run its course.

But while your features drowned in realism and pursed lips, Obi-Wan’s seemed to harden with sharpened brows and a newly robust determination, one that threatened to cut down your soberness with a mighty slash.

Because, if you remembered correctly, Obi-Wan Kenobi never believed in any such thing as luck.

“You need to jump—“

“—You need to go.”

His jaw tightened.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“The water is rising too quickly, Obi-Wan. You took so many rocks from the cliff side that it will probably collapse once it nears my position—“

Another quake in the tottering bridge jumbled your feet onto a slippery edge, nearly toppling you off the bridge altogether before a strong yank tugged you back by the hood of your robe.

Quickly, you replanted your boots, releasing a shuddery exhale as you spotted Obi-Wan’s outstretched fist lunged toward your figure, an agitated sigh falling past his evenly firm lips.

“There is no choice, Silvey!” He sternly repeated, heavily lowering his outstretched arm. “You must jump!”

“It’s a death sentence either way!” You yelled before dropping into a pragmatic tone.

“It’s too far for me without my abilities. I’ll fall.”

“Then we’ll work together,” he suggested, closing his eyes and releasing his spine as he spoke.

“Focus on my connection to the Force—“

With literally not a second to lose, you did as the wise Jedi advised, pressingly reflecting his posture amid roaring waves and collapsing boulders that you did your best to drown out with eyelids that fluttered closed.

“—And repel the shadows.”

But it was hard to sense his meaning.

The instant you tried to reach out to Kenobi’s figure with every branching fiber of your being, all that you were met with was a brick wall. As if the rising steam had congealed into some sort of smoky barrier that reigned all around you and deepened the blur of your senses. Suffocating your connection to these strange surroundings in a way you didn’t think was possible. And in a way that you couldn’t control.

“It will feel like a bright flicker in the darkness.”

Darkness? Could that be what this was? A pure, unadulterated aura of the Dark Side? And encompassing a portion of your grievously debilitated mind, no less.

You’d never had the occasion to sense the Dark Side of the Force, having only known one light side Jedi during your isolation on Hoth. You didn’t even know what it felt like. Master Kenobi had mentioned he could sense it here. Perhaps that was why your connection to the Force felt indefinitely cut off.

And, if that was the case, then maybe you were going about this all wrong.

Rather than force the shadows away in their immovable form, rather than controlling forces quite unknown to you, perhaps you could glide through them.

And the instant you endeavored through this tactic, you soon realized that Kenobi was right.

As you reached out again, this time wading past the confusing blockades that bloated into mist as you tapped them away like drifting bubbles in search of anything familiar, you finally tasted it.

A gentle orb of glaring light that, despite its size, radiated with the strength of a thousand suns.

An energy so sweet, tangible, and linking within these ubiquitous, observational shadows, that you felt lured with shaky fingers to touch it.

“Find your connection, Silvey. Whatever you must do, find your way back to the light.”

An aura so intoxicating, that you took a bite.

An unparalleled sensation of light surged through your veins. Radiating up your arms and throughout your body with an intensity that wrenched your eyes open with a sharp inhale as you felt the tingling buzz of the Force reactivate through standing hairs across your frame.

After a moment to settle into this stream’s bright yet anomalously quivering touch, with prickling cheeks gradually subsiding, you finally felt able to breathe into the remarkable feeling. First encouraging your nerves to cool while electrified eyes refocused on the auburn-haired man above, who appeared similarly disoriented and breathless.

You couldn’t blame him, though. With a quick glance at the deluge below and the rapidly ascending shards bouncing behind, you both registered that you had mere seconds to make a decision. Still, despite perceiving a reconnection to at least some piece of the Force through Obi-Wan’s dependable guidance— no matter how strong that initial connection felt— you couldn’t help but sense it to be much weaker than you’d ever experienced in the real world.

If you were being completely honest, as you readied yourself with heels digging into the slate boulder, you didn’t think this was going to work.

But waiting any longer meant giving more time for the troubled waters to reach Obi-Wan.

And that was unacceptable.

You needed to move.

With a hand boldly cast down, he yelled for a final time, imperious, blue stare burrowing into yours.

“Jump!”

And, so, you did.

With this newfound connection to the Force, the faith it partially imbued, and the man you needed to protect in dire need of saving—

You jumped.

Your feet soared above the lapping waves of piping liquid as the bridge’s final pillar shattered, toppling the structure’s remains into gurgling oblivion. You felt the blistering swipes of the ensuing, loose droplets at your ankles, catapulted by the boulders’ untimely descent while you neared the overhanging, verdant ridge from which Kenobi’s hand remained firmly extended with eyes locked tensely on your gliding frame.

However, what you had judiciously feared, and what the Master Jedi hadn’t seemingly predicted, was that, despite the helpful boost in mending a fraction of your Light Side connection, the degree to which you became entwined with the distant Force appeared to fall short of your immediate needs.

With ash-like steam thrusting against your face, you began to lose propulsion too soon, leading to the drastic turn that sent you hurdling toward a lower portion of the cliff face with no discernible crevices to grab ahold of.

Subconsciously, your legs began to kick, arms outstretched to brace yourself as if that would cushion the inevitable crash that was sure to bounce you back into the boiling, black river rumbling just below.

But that darkness never came.

In an instant, Obi-Wan had vaulted over the precipice, using one hand to grab the crag’s lip while he swung in between your collision course. Tirelessly flexing arm outstretched, he slid a loose, sweaty palm into yours, clutching it tightly before ripping you out of your momentum and into a brief twirl, leaving you both to dangerously dangle feet above the boiling stream that steamed your swaying boots.

“Maker…Are you insane?!” You screamed, a crimson outrage blooming on your face at the sheer recklessness with which he acted. “Why did you do that?!”

“I seem to have learned…a thing or two…from our mutual friend,” he grunted, attention focused on your upward escape while his knuckles whitened on either end.

You didn’t want to believe it, but you were confident in its truth.

If you stayed like this, you both were going to fall.

“Obi-Wan,” you gulped, a chill running up your spine against the smoldering background as you tried to calm your voice.

“You need to let me go.”

His bewildered gaze snapped toward yours.

“Absolutely not!”

“You’re just going to get yourself killed…” you explained, ogling him sensitively.

His eyes softened.

“Then save us both,” he hushed. “The Galaxy needs you just as much as Anakin.”

Kenobi’s eyes warily flickered past your figure as his voice intensified.

“Now, whatever you may have done earlier, I suggest you try it again before we both become another ingredient in this ghastly stew!”

You followed his stare, catching sight of the same encroaching waves that churned inches from your toes, thickly crashing and gurgling up black spouts over the array of sporadic boulders.

Wait.

“I have an idea!” You exclaimed, digits extending toward the smoky, gray body of a nearby boulder. “Cover any exposed skin!”

Tapping into that tiny spark of light blooming in your chest, and in cahoots with any and all available facets of energy remaining in your wearied body, you heaved the giant rock, clenching every possible muscle in an effort to nudge it upwards.

With a guttural cry you had no idea was your own bouncing off the cliff side and across the rumbling river, the rounded mass finally broke free, following a sedated, wobbly climb up the crag toward both of your hanging bodies.

Only a third of the way up, you became numb, extremities tingling while you focused your entire consciousness on ensuring this last-ditch plan’s success. So much so, that as your eyelids drooped in and out of blurred vision, you didn’t even realize that your clasped palm had begun to slip.

Until Kenobi let out a pained gasp, taking on the brunt of the collective weight by clamping onto the remaining loose fingers so tightly that you would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t broken one or two.

But that extra two or three seconds was all you needed. Within that frame, you’d raised the dense boulder to hover just beside Obi-Wan’s swaying form, providing a stepping stone of sorts to the ledge just above.

“Climb,” you arduously breathed, skin itching as your muscles threatened to give out.

And you certainly didn’t need to tell him twice.

Using his robe to protect himself from the rock’s blistering heat, Master Kenobi swung one leg and then the other onto its rounded body, heaving himself up with every procurable limb that wasn’t attached to you. All the while you desperately held the boulder in place as black dots began to dance at the creases of your vision.

Swiftly, he found his bearings, using the newfound surface to lunge onto the grassy knoll that characterized the plateau’s surface before immediately swiveling to drag you up with him.

“Let go of the boulder!” He exclaimed while his other arm reached down in urgent search of your Force-wielding fingers.

But the moment he told you to release it, those digits fell limp, collapsing just as quickly against your side as the giant rock plummeted back down to the dark, troubled waters below.

Yet, crouched over the cliffside, Obi-Wan refused to give up.

Tracing the outline of your slumped limb with the back of his hand, you felt the warm thread eventually reach your frozen palm, grasping it eagerly before the Jedi Master tugged you upwards by both arms.

Slowly, but surely, you felt your body lift while rising steam dissipated into a cold sweat, eventually permitting weak feet to mindlessly carry you over the partition and onto solid, green ground that pushed up against your soles.

You blinked.

“Silvey?”

The familiar sway of red-orange bushes and distant commotion of cityscape bustlings suffused your senses. In time, you spotted Obi-Wan, crouched directly in front of you with a particularly troubled tint lining his features and a warm palm resting gently atop a shoulder that you barely distinguished as your own.

You were back.

But something felt…

Off.

You shot up, legs buckling slightly as if you were trying to walk for the very first time in years. Brushing off Obi-Wan’s touch with the back of your hand in an attempt to continue your driving stumble forward.

“Wait a moment,” Obi-Wan insisted while bolting upwards, propelling opened palms to hover by your sides as you momentarily stilled in between them. “Take it slow—“

“What is going on here?”

Squinting, you spied the familiar figure of Master Windu, brows crossed in stoic reprimand as he whisked toward you both, brown cloak whipping behind him. With a wandering gaze, you narrowly spotted out of the far corner of your eye a familiar set of black locks. Peaking out from an inconspicuous hiding place behind one of the far vermillion shrubs that betrayed their location in its periodic swerves against the breeze.

“Master Windu,” Kenobi called out, waving him over. “We require your assistance.”

But with a body that, for some reason, felt uncannily like your own, it became hard to focus.

Master Windu eyed you critically. “What happened?”

A dizziness overtook the distant migraine of before, black splotches from your mind returning with a vengefully accelerating frequency. It blurred your vision into a kaleidoscope of shapes and colors that soon mutated the eyes, and noses, and lips of the men before you into an unnatural, dripping putty.

Your mouth opened disjointedly, yet no words came out.

“Master Kenobi, what’s going on?”

You reached for your head.

“I’m… unsure. Silvey? Is it still the headache?”

Weightlessness.

“Woah woah.”

Warmth.

“Youngling, fetch us a Healer—“

“Silvey, can you hear me?”

“—And then see if Master Yoda is available.”

“Silvey?”

End Part I: Rescue of the Fates

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Oh, Brother / part 2

Summary: Dealing with the after math of your brother, Anakin and Obi-wan try to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: death, Obi-wan and Anakin trying to comfort you, Obi-wan being a 100% father figure. Not my gif

part 1

Your feet tried to run to him, to the lifeless body laying in the grass. But two arms stopped you, grabbing onto you tightly as your knees gave out.

“Please, bring him back. Please! Please, just bring him back!” You screamed, watching Anakin pick your brother up in his arms. Everything was moving so fast.

“Y/N, we need to leave, now.” You didn't move, still kneeling in the grass, screaming. “Can you stand?” Obi-wan asked, but you did not answer. His words got lost in your mind, there was nothing to to process other than the body before you. No other words could form as you watched his limbs swing lifelessly in the arms of the man you love.

Obi-wan hoisted you up to your feet, half pulling you half carrying you back to the ship. You felt numb, your limbs wouldn’t move, couldn’t move. Your feet dragged through the grass, not comprehending how Obi-wan was managing to get you back into the ship. Your tears never stopped, not when the ship lifted off of the ground, not when Anakin disappeared carrying your brother, not when Obi-wan sat you down and kneeled in front of you.

“He was innocent, he knew nothing, he never lived, he never truly lived. And now he died, he died knowing I couldn’t protect him. I deserved his fate. I did - I do.” You choked out every word as you spoke, your tears soaking your face. Obi-wan was quiet, carefully taking in ever word you spoke, truly listening to your confession.

“The things you have seen, these things you have survived, they are not who you are. They do not define you, Y/N. What has happened here tonight, that is not on your shoulders, it is on Anakin’s and mine. In spite of everything, he is still your brother, you care about him, and he will always care about you.”

Anger and pain built within you, not at Obi-wan or Anakin like the bounty hunter said, but with yourself. You were careless, you must have exposed him somehow, not Anakin, not Obi-wan, not even the damed council that only let you see him once a year for this very reason, but you.

“You taught me how to do everything, Obi-wan. Except how to live without him. I cannot do this without him.”

“And for that I have failed you. I should have prepared you for something to this calamity, and I did not. If you only knew how sorry I am. But, someday you will reunite, and you will get the goodbye you deserved.” There was guilt evident in his eyes, shame as well. You thought about how they each would have to stand in front of the council, in front of people who trusted them, and tell them how they failed. You thought about how you would have to do the same thing, and how you’d see in their eyes that they felt bad, but they wouldn’t really acknowledge that. They warned you the price of doing this, and they were right. You thought about how you’d have to explain to the people who loved him like a son, treated him like he was their own, how you failed. You are a Jedi knight, how are people supposed to trust you and put their faith in you when you can’t even protect a harmless child.

Your body went rigid, and your mind flashed back to all the times you guys had together.

“Will I ever visit Coruscant?” Y/B/N asked.

“Visit Coruscant? Why would you want to do that? You know there are no grassy fields, only zooming speeders going at all hours of the day.”

“But you’re there, you’re important there.”

“And you are important here.” You reminded him. “I’m told you open and close the shops down the road everyday, that takes a lot of time and knowledge.”

“But I miss you. I miss Anakin.”

“Maybe I can talk to the council and get him to come with me next time to visit you?”

“I have to wait a whole year?” He whined.

“Sounds like you are more excited to see Anakin than your own sister!” You exclaimed teasingly.

“No! Not at all!” He had a worried tone in his voice, like he thought he upset you. “He’s just... super cool.”

“Yeah,” you said with a small chuckle, looking over at him. “I guess he is.”

He will never see the stars again. Never see different worlds, never fly a ship, never meet new people, never fall in love, never become a father. He will never figure out who he is.

Your vision fogged, thicker tears threatening to spill over.

“I need to see him.” You could barely make out the words. Obi-wan nodded at you, standing up so he wasn’t in front of you anymore. You started walking down the hall, your back towards him.

“When we land, and after I inform the council, I’ll see to you having some time off. I might be able to pull the same for Anakin. You deserve a break Y/N, you-” he hesitated, sounding down on himself. “You deserved one long before this.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong, Master. You have not failed me, you never have. Everything you’ve done is for Anakin, for me. I only wish to return the favor one day. You have not failed today. I did.” You only half turned while talking to him, barely seeing the glossy eyes of your master before starting your descent once more. You didn’t want anyone to blame themselves, although you know they both would. Obi-wan has trained you since you can remember, and had never once failed. Throughout all the times you’ve made mistakes, he has stood at your side, defending you and your choices. Good or bad. He was more than you could ask for in a master, in a friend. And that he truly was, he was your friend, he was like the father you never knew. The way he acted, the way he basically raised you, he stepped up to the plate long before you even realized.

The ship was eerily silent, only the humming could be heard walking down the hall. You stared at the closed door to the extra room on board, Anakin must have still been in there, otherwise you would have seen him when you were coming here. You didn’t know if this was something you wanted to do alone, with Anakin present, or really at all. But sooner or later you would have to face the truth, that he isn’t coming back.

The door slid open, and Anakin stood in the doorway, obviously not expecting you to be standing there. His hair was messy, messy from the winds, but you could tell he had been running his hands through it too. It was his eyes that really gave him away, they were bloodshot and glossy. You stared at him, as he stared at you. No words were needed to express to each other how you both were feeling. No words were ever needed, you both knew each other so well, knew what the other was feeling. In that mere seconds of looking at him, he knew what you needed. His arms wrapped around you fast, the metal one grasping onto you tightly. You let him rest his chin on the top of your head as you shoved your face into the side of his neck. Your body shook in his grasp, and deep sobs came out of your mouth.

You can’t remember a time in your entire life that you cried this hard. Your whole body trembled, if anyone else heard you, they’d think you were dying. You could hear Anakin sniffling, as he gently rocked you side to side, not letting go for a second. He put light kisses on your head, which comforted you just the slightest.

“This wasn’t meant to happen, love. I am so sorry.” That only made you sob harder, your chest burned so bad, but there was no stopping the emotion channeling through you. You’re happy he didn’t say much else, you don’t think you could have handled another speech. During Obi-wan’s it took everything in you not to completely break down, but if you heard one from Anakin that would surely seal the deal. You pulled your head out of his neck, his skin glistening from your tears. The room was small, it had a bed, a small table, and a little window. But there he was, laying on the bed, and he looked peaceful. There was no blood, no gore like you had expected from the death he received.

“Did you clean him up?” You whispered, still unmoving from your spot in the door.

“You didn’t need to see him like that, you deserved to see him peaceful, one last time.” You didn’t know how to respond, thanking him just didn’t seem appropriate in this moment. He could tell you stalling, but if you went over to him, you’d have to accept the unacceptable. His softly put his hand on your back, kissing your forehead. “I’ll be with Obi-wan if you need me, okay? I think you guys just need to be alone for a bit. I love you, Y/N, so much.” Your chest tightened as the door closed behind you. Finally walking over to him, you knelt down next to the bed, and grabbed his cold hand.

“I am so sorry, Y/B/N. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy and safe, and look at what I’ve done. I thought by keeping you far away, that it would protect you. I thought that, I thought I was helping.” Your voice was hard to understand, cracking and breaking at nearly every word you spoke. “I don’t have a lot living like this, but I had you, and that was enough for me. You were always enough for me. I promise, I promise you will not be forgotten. You will live on in my heart, from this day until my very last.”

Your back pressed against the cold wall, never dropping his hand. You watched out of the small window, as you came into the atmosphere. You almost never wanted to return home, because returning home means letting go. The ship landed, and before long there were voices outside the door. Multiple, more than you came on this mission with. There was a soft knock, but you didn’t respond. You just stared at Y/B/N, keeping a tight grip. The door slid open, and multiple pairs of feet were shuffling into the room. A hand touched your shoulder, instantly knowing it was Anakin’s.

“Hey.” He whispered so quietly. “We need to get you back to your place, okay?”

“I won’t leave him.” You turned in his direction. Looking into his eyes, making yours instantly tear up yet again. “I’m not leaving, Anakin. I won’t leave him alone again.”

“Alone, he will not be.” Master Yoda spoke, walking slowly to you, his cane tapping on the floor as he walked. “Ready, we must get him.” Both of his hands rested upon his cane.

“Y/N, you must trust us. You will see him once more, but we need to get him off this ship.” Obi-wan said. They all looked at you, Master Windu standing silently in the corner, never looking away from Y/B/N.

“Go now you must.” Master Yoda nodded at Anakin.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Anakin said, as his arms wrapped tightly around your chest and stomach as he pulled you from the ground.

“Anakin, please! Please, don’t do this!” It didn’t bother you the scene you were sure to make. It didn’t bother you what words people would whisper about you. All that mattered, was him.

“I’m sorry, love.” Anakin whispered when he finally managed to pull me off the ship. “We have to do what’s best for him.”

People were watching, but acted like they weren’t. You clung to Anakin as he carried you away, the ship, and all the bystanders getting farther and farther away. Your breathing, for the first time in what seems like a life time, calmed down once you two where alone. Your apartment didn’t seem the same, like it was missing something.

“There you go, love. Just breathe a bit, yeah?” You nodded, closing your eyes.

“Why does this hurt so much?”

“Because you loved him.” You clutched the cement siding of the balcony, not even realizing that he got you back to your place.

“If this is the price of love Anakin I do not want it. I don’t want to feel like this.”

“You have no choice but to be loved. As long as I’m around, you’ll be loved, even after I’m gone, I will still love you. There is no escaping that.” He hugged you again, pulling you away from the edge of the balcony and into his chest. “I owe everything to you, my love. I owe my knowledge, my very being, and my heart. They belong to you, and if I can give those things away, I know you can come back from this. We’re told that feelings are weakness, that they can lead you down the wrong path. But the love I have for you is nothing short of extraordinary. And if I’m weak for feeling this way, I’ll die a weak man.”

It took you a while to respond to him, taking in his confession, remembering all the happy times you had with him.

“I love you too Anakin, thank you. Thank you for everything.”

“There is nothing to thank me for. I will always look out for you.” His thumb wiped away the stray tears falling from your eyes as you looked at him. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste your salty tears, but you didn’t care, and neither did he. Your heart beat quicken, just like it was the first time he ever kissed you. And when you finally pulled away, you were greeted with a smile, his smile. Which you used to swear could light up the night sky.

“You know I’m always looking out for you too, right?”

He chuckled, brushing some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“You don’t need to be doing that.” He said, his smile still on his red lips.

“Who would do it if I don’t?” You asked, turning yourself around so your back was against his chest as you both looked towards the setting sun.

“Your brother, I suppose.” He answered.

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Across galaxies (Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi)

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Summary: (Doctor who x star wars crossover) R & the doctor travel to Coruscant where they stumble upon Obi Wan & Anakin. R & Obi Wan immediately hit it off. The day of order 66 comes leading the doctor and you to run for escape, but you wouldn’t. Not without Obi Wan. Trying to pursuade him to come along after finding him, you had set your hopes on a happy ending. Yet tempted, Obi Wan declines your offer, breaking your heart. Staying behind, you say farewells to your beloved doctor before reuniting with a shocked Obi Wan.

The TARDIS found sturdy ground. Landing gently. You walked around the panel, closer to the doctor. – “So which planet are we?” – you asked, leaning against the panel. – “Give me a second Y/n.” – the doctor responded, pulling levers, and pushing buttons. He gestured for you to move an inch to the side. You stepped back allowing him to do whatever he needed to do. He flicked his finger against a screen that wasn’t functioning properly to his standards. Not wanting to wait any longer for an answer, you walked up to the door.

Opening it, you were greeted with a warm dessert wind. It made you cough, waving your hand before you. The doctor gave the screen a push, making it swing around for you to see. – “Coruscant!” – he exclaimed happily. – “So should I be worried or frightened of something?” – you responded, closing the door more. – “Not that I am aware off.” – he came running over, offering you, his arm. – “Makes it all the more fun.” – he gleamed with delight as you took his arm.

The dessert wind was strong. Knocking you almost out of balance. – “There’s nothing around!” – you shouted trying to look around. Nothing but dessert sand stretching far as the eye could see. Quirking your eyebrow up, you watched as the doctor held his finger up in the air. – “That way!” – he said pointing. Shrugging your shoulders, you followed him through the dessert.

Soon you were huffing and puffing to catch your breath. The extreme heat being a killer. Your ankles ached and you were sure you had been sweating. – “Are we there yet.” – you whined not sure how much longer you could get going. The doctor as chipper as ever, stared at the horizon, standing a bit on a sand hill. – “Come along Y/n! almost.” – he told you, jumping down the sand hill. You groaned irritated wondering why you ever left the cool TARDIS for this heat storm. – “I swear if I don’t get some water in the next five minutes, I’m going to murder someone.” – you breathed out, mouth as dry as the dessert.

“Just a bit further Y/n, chip up!” – the doctor said motioning for you to hurry up. – “Do not tell me to chip up!” – you replied frustrated, pushing through. You grunted half relieved, half in agony at the sight of a small town. – “Water!” – you called out kicking it up a notch. – “Y/n!” – the doctor had to run to keep up with you, waving his arms worriedly around. You slowed down in the town, looking curiously around.

The doctor grabbed you by the shoulder, staring as well. You gasped when an alien walked past you. It startled the doctor as well. – “Maybe we should return to the Tardis?” – you whispered to him. It seemed none of the alien types that walked the town seemed pleasant in any way. – “Maybe we should…” – the doctor replied with a nervous swallow.

The doctor was about to pull you along by your shoulders when your eyes caught a human walking out of a tent. A younger teen with him. It made you freeze, standing still in place to stare. – “Y/n come along, let’s go home… or visit the glorious days of Shakespeare.” – he told you, trying to move you. You wouldn’t staring to intensely at the human. Your eyes widened when the man caught up with your staring from afar. He held your gaze till he whispered something to the young man. You freaked out when he started to make his way over. Panicking you turned to the doctor. – “Please tell me I don’t look like a disaster.” – you asked him.

The doctor frowned, not understand why you wanted to know till he saw someone approach. – “I beg your pardon.” – the man spoke making you spin around to him, a plastered smile on your lips. – “I caught you from afar and it seemed like you could use a bit of assistance?” – he said, hands folded together. – “You sneaky little human.” – the doctor whispered in your ear. You chuckled nervously, pushing the doctor away from you. – “We just got here.” – you told him. – “and are clearly not from around here… I was wondering if you could give us directions to where we can find refreshments.” – you asked, hoping for the best. – “Of course.” – the man replied.

You started following him, seeing the doctor hold both his thumbs up over your shoulder. The three of you met up with the young teen, going inside an establishment. He gestured for you to take a seat while he would bring you drinks. It was a bit awkward, waiting at the table with the young teen around. The man reappeared giving you your drink first with a warm smile. You accepted it, noticing the doctor’s silly teasing expression in the corner of your eye. Elbowing him, you hoped he’s stop. – “So you must have been traveling long. Where did you park your spacecraft?” – he asked.

The doctor and you sharing a nervous glance. – “Uhm… up all the way in the dessert…” – you informed them. – “That far from the locals?” – he questioned. You hummed loud. – “Like I said… never been here before.” – you said nervously. – “Master excuse me for a moment.” – the young teen said, getting up. He nodded watching his padawan leave. The man’s eyes went from you to the doctor beside you. You could tell what was forming in his mind, putting an immediate stop to it. – “Friend!” – you blurted out. The man blinked surprised; the doctor staring confused at you. You laughed nervously, taking the doctor by his arm. – “He’s a friend…I’m Y/n.” – you said to redirect the focus on him. You held your hand out for him to shake. – “Obi Wan Kenobi.” – he answered, taking your hand as his left hand rested on your handshake. It made you look bashful down.

The doctor smiling giddy at you with a funny point at your cheeks. You slapped his hand away. Obi Wan and you continued to talk while the doctor looked full of wonder around the bar. All of you got up when the young teen named Anakin returned. – “We should head back master.” – Anakin said, leaning into Obi Wan. Obi Wan nodded, clearing his throat. – “Should we escort you back to your ship?” – he said ignoring the confused glance from his padawan. – “It might save you the trouble of walking all the way back…” – his gaze lingering on you. You smiled in return. – “She would be delighted.” – the doctor interfered with a smirk. Obi Wan gestured for you to lead the way.

You threw the doctor an irritated glance without the others seeing. Obi Wan and you walked beside each other, chatting. A strong wind picked up as it knocked you off balance, right against Obi Wan. – “Oh… I’m sorry.” – you said, holding onto his clothing. – “That is alright, the winds here a strong and unpredictable.” – he answered as you removed yourself from him. He offered you his arm as you took it. The spacecraft of Obi Wan was reached quickly. He held your hand, assisting you on board. The doctor and Anakin following right behind. He led you into the cockpit, offering you the seat beside you. Anakin puffed annoyed, crossing his arms that you had taken his seat.

The doctor gave directions to where your spacecraft stood. You flew low over the dessert land. – “Stop! We’re here!” – the doctor shouted. Obi Wan hitting the brakes hard as you nearly bumped your head. – “Are you certain you were right? I don’t see it.” – Obi Wan looked outside, not seeing anything. – “Yes, it is the right place, you just can’t see it because it is invisible.” – he addressed unbuckling himself. – “Come Y/n.” – he tapped you on the shoulder. You struggled to free yourself as Obi Wan offered his help. His hands close to your body, flustering you. He assisted you out of the chair by holding your hand. He went with you to say goodbye. For some reason finding the need for it. You set off with the doctor, suddenly saddened you had to say goodbye.

“Y/n we need to leave!” – The doctor called out in a panic. His body twitching startled when blasters hit the wall he was hiding behind. – “This is a war.” – he made clear, sticking his fingers in his ears. – “Best we leave before things take a more dangerous turn.” – he grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you up. He dragged you with him back to the TARDIS. Something so sudden breaking out into a killing spree. Jedi running for their lives as their once trusted company went against them. Blasts were fired as the doctor pulled you just in time against his chest out of reach. – “We are leaving now!” – he ordered not wanting to endanger you.

Numb to what was going on, you were handled by the doctor as he decided for you. Finally you arrived at the TARDIS as he opened the door, wanting to push you inside. – “Wait!” – you called out, grabbing the frame. – “There is no time to wait, you need to leave Y/n!” – the doctor using his strength to push you inside. You held your position, not wanting to enter yet. – “I…I can’t leave him here…” – you said worriedly. – “There is no time.” – clenching his jaw, he set more force against your back. – “I can’t!” – you cried out, stepping aside making the doctor stumble inside the TARDIS.

“I…I won’t let him die… not like this…” – you breathed out. – “Y/n…” – the doctor said, shaking his head. He knew what you were about to do. – “I just can’t.” – you repeated taking a step back. You spun around taking a run for it. – “Y/n!” – the doctor shouted going after you. You ran around in search for Obi Wan. You simply had to find him and convince him to come along. Avoiding the chaos as all that mattered was him.

You ran around a corner, bumping into someone. – “Y/n?!” – Obi Wan called out, taking you by your hands. You gasped, wrapping your hands around him. – “What are you still doing here? It’s dangerous to be here.” – he told you. – “I couldn’t leave you.” – you answered looking up. Blasts came from behind making Obi Wan duck. He pulled you behind him, shielding you with his lightsaber. – “Why did you return?” – he shouted over the blasting sounds. You backed away, Obi Wan forcing you to do so. He pushed his hand forwards, making the droids fall back.

“You were supposed to leave!” – he said angered with you, grabbing you firm by your hand. – “Why didn’t you leave!” – he wondered, pulling you once more behind his back as the droids rose once more. Your foot kicked against a fallen clone. Looking down, you picked up his blaster to defend yourself. You heard noises from behind you, pointing the blaster to it. From around the corner came another clone. You blasted a hole in its armor. Obi Wan gasped loud, turning around. The blast was so close, he panicked you had been shot. His eyes widened seeing the clone drop to the ground. He grabbed you by the shoulder, wanting to see for himself that you were unharmed. You gave him a weary smile.

Obi Wan took your hand, leading you away from the dangers. – “I’m taking you back right away!” – he said, pulling you along. – “No!” – you shouted, pulling your hand out of. Obi Wan stared confused back at you. – “Not without you.” – you said coming up to him. – “Please come with us.” – you placed your hand on his chest. – “I can take you anywhere in the universe, travel across worlds and time. I can show you the end of the universe and explore the beginning of it.” – you addressed to tempt him into coming along.

“Please… come with me. You won’t be save here…” – Eyes swelling up at the sign of your upcoming tears. – “Please…I need you…” – you said as your heart broke. A few tears rolling down your cheek. Obi Wan exhaled deep, briefly tempted by your offer. Yet he knew it was wrong to accept. – “I am sorry Y/n…” – he spoke moving his hand behind your head. – “I can’t…” – he added, lowering his gaze. You stepped back, shaking your head in disbelieve. – “Y/n…” – Obi Wan attempted to reach you, but you kept backing away.

Turning, you ran in the opposite direction. Obi Wan called out to you, hand stretched out, yearning for your touch. Crying uncontrollably, you ran back. The ground giving away underneath your feet as you sunk to the ground. Crying against a wall, wondering what even the point was of all of this. Obi Wan didn’t want to come with you. He’d rather risk his life to remain where he his kind is being hunted and executed.

Pain, you felt immediately ache in your heart. Knees pulled up to your chest, you cowered with heartache. – “Y/n!” – you barely lifted your head up hearing the doctor run over. He dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around you. – “I’m so glad you are still alive!” – he breathed out, rocking your body in his embrace. You cried even louder making him pull worriedly away. – “What happened?” – he asked lifting your chin a bit up. – “He wouldn’t come…” – you cried.

Cheeks red from crying. – “but I can’t leave him…” – you continued as the doctor gave you comfort. – “I know…” – he responded, looking pained away. – “You love him…” – he said out loud. You nodded, sputtering out a cry. The doctor pulled you close for a hug, taking a deep breath. – “That is why you must stay.” – he spoke with heavy hearts. You pulled away, wiping your nose dry. – “Who am I to stand between love?” – he gave you a pained smile. You took a deep breath, slowly nodding. – “I should stay…” – you said hesitantly, making up your mind.

Remembering the day you met him. Longing for that day where things were simpler and where you had some of him. Now you had none of him, but you wanted all. The doctor helped you up to your feet. – “It has been a pleasure being your doctor, Y/n.” – he said blinking his own tears away. He sniffled loud when you touched his cheek. – “You’ve shown me so much, I am forever thankful to you.” – you answered, taking his hand.

The doctor reached into his pocket, revealing a sonic screwdriver. You blinked confused when he placed it in your palm. – “May it keep you save.” – he said looking into your eyes. You smiled faintly in return. Accepting the sonic screwdriver, you threw your arms around him. – “Don’t be a stranger.” – you whispered. He wrapped his arms tighter around you. – “I won’t forget you, Y/n. The girl who lives among the stars.” – he responded, smiling.

You gave him a goodbye kiss on his cheek. The doctor walking back, your hand slowly falling out of his. Taking a deep breath, you watched him disappear, never to be forgotten. Turning on your heel, you ran to chase down Obi Wan Kenobi. You searched everywhere, coming into the hangar at some point. There you saw him trying to escape in a spacecraft. – “Obi Wan!” – you shouted as loud as you could to draw his attention. His head turned shockingly. Eyes widening at you running over. He stepped back down, staring shocked at you.

You were supposed to leave so why were you still here? You ran up to him, Obi Wan opening his arms to catch you. You embraced him tightly, rocking a bit. – “I’m staying.” – you said with a warm smile on your lips. Obi Wan keeping you at arms-length. – “How?” – he asked brushing his knuckles over your cheek. – “By choosing you.” – you answered, staring lovingly at him. Your answer brought a smile to his lips, taking your hand as he helped you on the spacecraft with him. Together you escaped.

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