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wizardofrozz · 1 year

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"Do I look like I've moved on?" with Cody

Always Yours

Commander Cody x fem!reader, Original Clone Troopers (Zero and Lith)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: NSFW +18, smut, slight dubcon, possessive behavior (Cody's a little toxic in this), rough handling, exhibitionism

A/N: Happy Star Wars Day! Writing for Cody is new for me but this turned out better than I expected lol. I want to thank @homie-one-kenobi for letting me borrow her OC Lith for this fic and for all the encouragement and help from her, @a-single-tulip and @techs-feral-wife 💕

If anyone had told you that your night at 79’s would’ve ended with your cheek pressed into the wall of some dark corner with a panting commander at your back, you might’ve hit them.

You were the idiot for thinking it would’ve ended any other way.

It had started like any other night when you visited 79’s with a few of your friends, except this time there wasn’t a gold-painted commander ready to drag you to bed. You were almost sure he wasn’t even on Coruscant and that was the main reason you agreed to the night out. You had been playing this back and forth with Cody for a while now. Fucking like ashrabbits at every opportunity only to never hear from him until he blew back into 79’s after another campaign. It was an exhausting routine that got harder each time. Especially when you found yourself wanting…more from him. Something that seemed impossible for a man like him.

You shoved away any thoughts of the 212th in general and leaned against the bar, half-heartedly listening to the conversation your friends were having. Luckily, it didn’t take long to catch a curious eye, although his red armor made you hesitate. Your job in the Republic Detention Center meant you worked closely with the Guard, and most notably, Commander Fox.

Fox, who happened to speak to Cody at least once a week and couldn’t resist indulging in good gossip.

You allowed yourself to be pulled in by a sweet smile for the night knowing that Fox, and eventually Cody, would know about it in no time. You smirked to yourself as you approached the trooper, wishing you could see the look on Cody’s face when Fox undoubtedly called him.

The trooper in question, Zero, truly was a sweetheart, and you felt a little guilty that you couldn’t give him what he deserved, but he seemed to understand on some level. You were currently perched on Zero’s lap, mindlessly playing with his fingers while he recounted the story of how he got his name. He was the kind of man you should’ve gravitated toward, but when did life ever make sense?

“So, you’re proud of, as you put it, having zero brain cells,” you giggled, smiling when Zero’s cheeks took on a faint pink color.

“Well, when you say it that way,” he mumbled, twisting his mouth to the side. You laughed a bit louder, swaying close enough to catch a glimpse of his cheeky grin and unintentionally bringing your tangled hands closer to your chest. His gloved thumb grazed your collarbone, the warmth of his skin under the fabric had goosebumps trailing behind his touch, turning your laughter to ash on your tongue. He was close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips.

“I think it’s cute,” you whispered, your eyes trained on his mouth.

“And I think you’re beautiful,” Zero countered. You watched the smile form on his lips, transfixed by how it fell somewhere between flirtatious and sweet. There was a gentle pressure against the underside of your chin, tilting your head back to force you to meet his eyes. Your lashes fluttered as he closed the gap, his lips finding yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.

An explosion of whoops and cheers had you jerking back, years of working in a prison meant that loud bursts of noise had you whipping around in a panic to look at the door on instinct. Your heart immediately hit the floor when your brain registered that, you weren’t at work, and it wasn’t prisoners but waves of orange armored soldiers blowing through the doors. 212th troopers flooded the bar and you were blatantly staring, looking for that distinct sunburst that you had hoped you’d make it through one night without seeing.

But when would you ever be that lucky?

He was the last through the door, keeping a slow, unbothered pace as he wandered toward the bar, eyes scanning the room. A small part of you hoped he wouldn’t notice you but you could see the exact moment his eyes landed on you. Cody’s mellow expression steadily darkened, his jaw flexing as his eyes ran the length of your body, noting the trooper you were perched on. Suddenly you were almost scared for the poor, naive shock trooper.

“Hey,” Zero mumbled, cautiously cradling your hand. “What’s wrong?” You turned your head, finding genuine concern shining in his eyes and it broke your heart; this man had no idea what kind of mess he’d walked into.

“Uh, I know some of the 212th,” you admitted with a shrug. The white lie was obvious but Zero let it slide, nodding as he shifted his eyes to the battalion getting louder by the minute. Cody had moved to an empty spot at the bar but you could still feel his eyes burying holes into your skin. “We could get out of here if you want?”

“Sure,” Zero replied, a small smile on his face, “I can walk you home.”

“I’d like that.” Zero’s smile brightened as he helped you to your feet before sliding out of his seat and leaning down next to your ear.

“Let me run to the bathroom before we go,” he yelled over the music. You nodded, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek as you handed over his helmet. The dusting of pink in his cheeks was back and you wished that it could last but you knew the second you were alone, all hell was going to break loose. Maybe one day he’d find someone that could give him what he deserved. You watched Zero work his way through the crowd until he disappeared into the sea of brothers, squirming under the heavy stare you could feel on your back.

“You know he’s gonna be pissed.” You spun around at the voice next to your ear, blinking rapidly at Lith’s smug expression.

“Hi, nice to see you too, Lith. How’ve you been?” you sassed, rolling your eyes. Lith just arched a brow, loudly sipping his drink, waiting for you to break the stalemate first. “It’s none of his business. He made it glaringly obvious that he doesn’t care.”

“Ha! That’s cute, you thinking he doesn’t care,” Lith laughed, shaking his head and you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach somersaulted at the thought. He leaned into your personal space, the acidic stench of cheap liquor on his breath. “Looks like you’ll find out for yourself.” His eyes lifted to something over your shoulder before he backed away, doing a terrible job of hiding his smirk behind the rim of his cup. The unforgiving hand that closed around your bicep had you going rigid, muscles locking up when his grip tightened.

You refused to even look at him, trying to tug your arm away but Cody was relentless. You knew there was no use in fighting it, giving up and letting him drag you through the writhing crowd of bodies. He still wore all of his armor, sans helmet, allowing you to glare at the back of his head, occasionally catching a glimpse of his profile. You stumbled to a stop when Cody pulled you into one of the back hallways of the bar that was blessedly empty, something you knew wouldn’t last long as 79’s grew busier.

“What do you want, Cody?” you snapped as soon as he released your arm. He turned a sharp look in your direction but you stood your ground, crossing your arms. It was infuriating that despite how irritated you were with him, there was a tiny part of you that was relieved to see him alive.

“What the fuck was that?”

“None of your damn business,” you hissed, taking a step closer to him. You expected anger, maybe even contempt, but Cody letting out a harsh, unamused laugh was probably at the bottom of your expectations for this conversation.

“Aw, you really liked Fox’s shiny, huh?” Cody taunted, a cruel edge to his voice that you hated more with each passing second.

“Maybe I did,” you spat, stifling the urge to shove him. “Maybe I had plans to show him what us natborns have to offer.” Cody’s expression twisted into something dangerous and he stalked toward you, backing you into a dark corner, looming over you.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled, face barely inches from yours.

“And why not? You didn’t seem to have a problem sticking your dick in the closest breathing life form.” He jerked back like you’d hit him, a familiar crease forming between his brows, and for a moment you faltered.

“What are you talking about?” he huffed, pressing two fingers into his right eye, an action you knew meant he had a headache building.

“I saw you with that Mirialan last time you were on-world,” you admitted, grinding your teeth at the image of the barely dressed woman draped across his lap. “You moved on, so I planned to do the same.” The words were barely out of your mouth before he surged forward, trapping you against the wall with a bruising kiss. Your immediate reaction was to push him away but your strength was no match for him, and if you were being honest, you had been craving this: the dominating sweep of his tongue, the way his presence demanded your attention, and the borderline possessive grip on the back of your neck.

You ached for him no matter how hard you tried to fight it, despite the hurt that came with his presence.

Cody broke away first, resting his forehead against yours. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you huffed, turning your face away from him. Cody growled, the hand curled around your neck tightening as he wedged his armored leg between yours, pressing the rigid plastoid tight against your suddenly aching pussy.

“Guess I’ll have to prove it,” Cody breathed against your lips. You yelped at the sudden movement, gasping when your cheek met the cool wall, and your thigh clenched to satiate your throbbing clit. His body molded against your back, his warm breath puffing against your cheek, similar to how Zero’s had not even 15 minutes ago, but this promised something far less innocent than a chaste kiss. “For the record, I didn’t fuck that Mirialan.”

“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask. You weren’t expecting much, maybe an irritated huff but your lashes fluttered when his tense muscles softened against your back, his grip loosening slightly.

“She’s not my sunshine,” he whispered, his pinched expression barely visible in your periphery. He didn’t even give you a second to absorb his confession before he was yanking your pants down, knocking the air from your lungs when his finger slid through your soaked folds. “Stars, you’re dripping.”

“Are you really surprised? It’s you,” you panted, blindly searching for his belt buckle. Cody chuckled against your shoulder, expertly sinking his finger into you down to the second knuckle from behind and resting his other hand on the curve of your waist. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, a soft whine working its way up your throat when it was just shy of what you had been craving.

“Oh, cyare, you have no idea what you do to me,” he mumbled, pumping his finger.

“How - how about you show me instead of talking about it,” you taunted, rocking back into his hand. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise when he shoved two fingers inside you as far as they would go; you had asked for it.

“I’m starting to wonder if I should fill that bratty mouth instead,” he mused, curling his fingers in a way that had your knees threatening to give out. You were quickly hurtling toward your first orgasm, your thoughts running together as pleasure tore through every cell in your body.

“Fuck - I don’t care, just fill something,” you pleaded, meeting the slow thrust of his fingers. Cody groaned against your hair when you clenched around his fingers, your body unable to decide if you wanted his fingers or his cock. An involuntary whimper left your lips when you were suddenly empty and the clatter of plastoid behind you was enough to leave you squirming.

“Ready?” Cody whispered against your cheek, his lips just barely brushing over your skin.

“Cody,” you whined, pushing against the head of his cock that was resting against your entrance. He didn’t seem to care about your pleading, sliding his cock through your soaked folds, the head nudging your clit with just the right amount of pressure. Stars danced behind your eyes, the drag of his cock taunting you with the one thing you wanted. Cody wasted too fucking long coating himself in your arousal only to sink into you without warning; the stretch was almost too much, bordering on painful. He didn’t stop until there was nothing left for you to take and his armored chest was flush against your back. He may as well have been in your lungs with how hard it was to pull in a full breath, your head feeling a little fuzzy.

“Maker, you - you take me so well,” Cody panted, kissing down the length of your neck. You turned your head, resting your forehead against the wall, simply trying to breathe as the pain started to blossom into pleasure. The hand on your waist tightened, likely leaving finger-shaped bruises behind, a thought that made your head spin. Cody stood perfectly still as if he wasn’t balls deep in your fluttering pussy and if you could think straight, you’d have been a little peeved at his control.

Just as you opened your mouth to beg him to start moving, Cody rolled his hips, forcing a surprised moan past your lips. Of course, that fucker could read you like an open book. However, that was the only warning he gave you before he pulled all the way out only to deliver a pointed thrust to exactly where you needed it most. Cody started at a brutal pace, the edges of his thigh armor biting into the back of your legs but you couldn’t find the brain power to give a shit, solely focusing on not drawing other patron’s attention.

You jerked when something brushed against your lips, peeling your eyes open to find his free hand near your face.

“Open,” Cody ordered hoarsely in your ear, lightly tapping your bottom lip again. “And no biting.” You hesitated for a moment, this apparently being the thing that made your cheeks feel warm, not the fact that he was fucking you senseless with hundreds of his brothers a few feet away. And yet, your lips parted for him, taking two fingers into your mouth. You weren’t paying attention to what hand it was so when the faint taste of your own arousal hit your tongue you whimpered, clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his pace faltering. “Good– good girl. You like that, huh?” You could only hum in response, earning a soft, shaky chuckle from the man behind you, and in some twisted way it felt like this piece of him belonged to you. A part of himself he willingly shared with you when he didn’t need to, allowing you to see the effect you had on him. “I - I know…I do too.”

You moaned around his fingers, doing your best to meet his unforgiving thrusts just to hear the pinched-off moan he muffled against your shoulder, sending you closer to your tipping point. The heat building under your skin continued to grow but there was a disconnect, you could only just brush against it, leaving the mind-blowing orgasm out of reach. You squirmed trying to change the angle but Cody’s hand on your hips kept you trapped; this asshole knew it wasn’t enough. Worst of all, to make his point, he started to pump his fingers in time with his thrusts and you moaned desperately, debating on just touching yourself if he wasn’t going to.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, teeth grazing your jaw. “You told me to fill something, so I’m giving you what you wanted, cyare.” Cody pressed down on your tongue, slamming into you before going still, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek. “I’d find a way to fill all three if I had the time.”

The pathetic cry of his name was muffled against his fingers, tears starting to well up as you teetered on the edge, so close yet so far. There was a moment of stillness, his cock twitching inside you before he started to lazily grind against your ass, the pressure on your tongue letting up.

“I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want,” he proposed, nuzzling against the bolt of your jaw. It was a much sweeter gesture than the rest of his demeanor would suggest and you couldn’t decide between being irritated or flustered. Either way, you nodded as best as you could, ready to give him whatever he wanted. “You’re mine - fuck - you hear me?” he panted, struggling to keep the lazy pace, his hips stuttering. “Some - some wet-behind-the-ears shiny wouldn’t know how to do this for you. He’s not me.” The desperation in his voice resonated in your soul, reminding you of why there was no one that could captivate you quite like Cody. “Please, just - just say it.”

His fingers slid out of your mouth, trailing spit down your chin. Cody gave you a minute to catch your breath, his presence lingering over your shoulder expectantly. Later, when your brain was back online, maybe you’d regret saying it, but deep down you knew it was true; you belonged to Commander Cody no matter how badly you tried to fight it.

“I’m yours, Cody,” you whispered, turning your head enough to bump your forehead against him. There was another weighted pause before he craned his neck, blindly kissing the corner of your mouth.

“And I’m yours,” he breathed, the admission making your throat feel tight. There were very few times Cody let this type of vulnerability through and you treasured each one but this one was easily the most profound. He was telling you the one thing you never thought possible from a man of his position and it was equally as beautiful as it was arousing. “Always yours.”

“Then show me,” you pleaded, pressing back into him. The soft laugh that bubbled past his lips made your stomach somersault, only making your barely coherent thoughts feel more disjointed, yet your lips parted on instinct at the soft tap of his finger. Cody kissed your cheek in a final sweet gesture before bucking his hips, punching what would’ve been a loud cry from you if it weren’t for his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Cody resumed his previous, punishing pace, yet this time the hand keeping a vise grip on your waist loosened, trailing lower.

Your knees buckled at the lightning-quick tap against your clit, somehow pushing him deeper and the tears finally fell. Thank the heavens above that he didn’t stop there though, pressing with the perfect amount of pressure, drawing tight, fast circles that made each of your stunted inhales grow shorter until you were forced to unseal your lips from around his fingers.

“Let go, sunshine,” Cody coaxed, sounding a bit desperate. You had been known to push his buttons, disobeying when the urge struck, but this was not one of those times. Your hands clawed at the wall, your back arching as the coil finally snapped, the pleasure lighting up every nerve ending from your head to your toes. Cody used the fingers still filling your mouth to tilt your head back, doing his best to muffle your sobs as he moaned openly against your shoulder. He made it through a few more pumps before going rigid, a barely audible whine leaving his lips as he came.

You both slumped forward simultaneously, Cody’s fingers slipping from your mouth as his weight pressed you into the wall. The warm panting against your throat slowly brought you back to the land of the living, realizing Cody was still buried inside your sensitive cunt, his cum starting to leak down the inside of your thigh.

“You’re fucking heavy,” you complained half-heartedly. Cody littered your shoulder with light, playful kisses, his arms moving to wrap around your waist as his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Not usually wearing 80 pounds of armor,” he chuckled, kissing the base of your throat. That reminded you of where you were, realizing that the harsh lines of his thigh plates were still biting into the back of your legs, making you wonder if you’d have bruises for days to come.

“Finding that I don’t really mind it,” you confessed, wiggling your arms out from where they were pinned to the wall so you could gently stroke his arm. “Sometimes at least.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cody snorted, one of his hands snagging your fingers as they trailed up his arm. A calm, intimate silence settled around you, letting you just bask in Cody’s presence but all good things had to come to an end.

“We should go before someone finds us,” you sighed, dropping your cheek against the side of his head.

“Waxer and Lith are standing guard.”

“Of course they are,” you giggled, rolling your eyes fondly. Then you remembered a poor shock trooper most likely looking for you. “Did you at least tell Zero I didn’t get kidnapped?”

“No,” Cody grunted, squeezing your fingers in a way that definitely felt possessive. Oh, you had a bad feeling about what that meant.

“Is Fox going to be calling to rip you a new one?”

“...maybe.” As if on cue, the comlink on Cody’s vambrace started to chirp softly and you had to stifle a laugh.

“Come on,” you urged, voice wavering in an attempt to hide your amusement, “I want to go curl up in bed with a lot less plastoid, and you have the consequences of your actions to deal with.” Cody grumbled for a few seconds but inevitably untangled himself from you, bending down to grab his codpiece as you hiked your pants up again. You almost regretted wearing one of your favorite outfits now that they’d been stained with remnants of Cody. Almost. You glanced over at him once he finished clipping his codpiece in place, grinning at the scowl he was aiming at his comlink.

“What?” Cody grumbled. Fox barely let him finish answering the call before ripping into his brother.

“I’m coming for your fucking kneecaps,” Fox said, sounding eerily calm. “See how well you fuck without ‘em.” Cody shot you a dark look when you giggled but it didn’t hold its usual weight seeing that his brother’s disembodied voice was still chewing him out. You shot him a wink as you backed down the hallway, ignoring the warning in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Reap what you sow, dear,” you called, blowing him a kiss before slipping through the door. You would definitely pay for that later and the idea that there would be a later with Cody made all the heartache worth it.

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antianakin · 22 days

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After today's 2-part episodes of The Bad Batch, I don't wanna hear any BS about the Jedi being "baby-snacthers", when the Sith/Empire are actually guilty of that crime! The Jedi would NEVER do what the Empire is doing to these poor Force-sensitive kids.

Oh that's right, yesterday was a Bad Batch night.

Genuinely, even though I am actually watching this show, I forget about it every week until I see someone make a post that is clearly reacting to something new but that makes no sense to me and then I remember again. That's how invested I am in this thing lol.

In fairness, nobody needed TBB to do a story about Sith snatching babies, that's already been done in other places more than once. TCW had an entire arc where Palpatine hired Cad Bane to kidnap Force sensitive babies so he could experiment on them. Grogu's entire backstory on The Mandalorian is that he was a captive being experimented on by the Empire for 30 years. Trilla Suduri was kidnapped and tortured by Vader and the Empire in Jedi Fallen Order as a teenager (and I believe the comics that deal more with Inquisitors sort-of imply that a lot of the other Inquisitors were also kidnapped and tortured into it even if they weren't children, but most of them WERE or were at least very young Knights). In the Kenobi show, we saw a whole ass Jedi child's corpse encased in amber and Leia almost got tortured for information. I KNOW there's other stories in comics and novels where we see Anakin kill or kidnap children, I think Eeth Koth's daughter is one of them.

So, yeah, there's been stories for AGES about the Sith kidnapping and hurting children. There is literally NOTHING about the Jedi kidnapping and hurting children aside from a few areas where people THOUGHT the Jedi had kidnapped a child and it was a misunderstanding the Jedi immediately return the children in question anyway and the children are never harmed in the process. All of the children we see living with the Jedi are always happy and healthy.

So like... TBB did not need to do a story about Sith kidnapping and torturing children for fans' accusations about the Jedi to seem ridiculous and stupid. The comparison is there already and has been for years.

#star wars #jedi #pro jedi #sith

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dolce-peach · 2 years

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soft and honeyed

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: you and obi-wan are frequent battle partners during the clone wars. after a battle, the two of you head back to the jedi temple for some much needed rest -- and a much needed bath.

warnings: just obi being soft, implied nudity but nothing too graphic sorry

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You sat down heavily in your seat, a sigh surfacing as you sank into the mostly unforgiving cushion, but to you, it was the most comfort you had in weeks. Feeling the cool air of the cruiser’s interior as it sped through cold space, you quickly realized you were so used to the planet's rather warm and humid atmosphere.

A familiar presence settled in the seat beside you. Obi-Wan. You glanced over to see his eyes closed with exhaustion.

He was a determined fighter, often pushing his energy past the limit. It was often your job to make sure he didn’t overwork himself, but you didn’t mind. Something about you mothering him was like therapy for you.

“Get some rest,” he said, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, fixing your gaze on the grey ceiling. “Watching you rest is good enough for me. Besides, I don’t sleep well in space.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll sleep for days when we get back to the temple.”

“That’s if we’re not shipped off somewhere else,” you lamented. “Do you think home has changed?”

You could almost feel his brow furrow. “Changed? In the course of a few weeks?” he said. “I doubt it. Home could actually do with some change. I bet they still haven’t fixed the flood in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Groaning, you elbowed him. “All I want is a bath. If it’s still flooded, I’m blaming you.”

It was light banter like this that got you through those weeks, and even the battles before that. It seemed like only yesterday the two of you were made Jedi knights and quickly charged head on into a war no one was ready for.

Not that you weren’t ready. You had been ready to face the trials for a while, but because nearly the entirety of the Jedi Temple seemed to be recruited, you felt unsteady suddenly being knighted. You were sure Obi-Wan felt the same, defeating a Sith lord and then being burdened with the responsibility of a Padawan.

The two of you heavily relied on each other to watch each other’s backs, and keep each other sane. Being engulfed in battles all the time was enough to make your head spin. The sound of blasters that always seemed to frighten you became white noise.

When you finally arrived back at the temple to debrief with the Council, you felt yourself relax a little as you walked through the halls. But at the thought of standing in a meeting room for at least an hour, you sighed.

The work was never done.

“Do we have to go see the Council?” you rhetorically asked grumpily. “Can’t we just meet tomorrow?”

Obi-Wan gave you a nod. “You can go wash up. I’ll give the report.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

He sighed. “Well, you did save my life at the end there...again.”

“I suppose I did,” you laughed. “That makes five, I believe.”

Rubbing his beard in thought, he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “Right. Five.”

You flashed a wide grin. “Well...if you insist on debriefing with the Council alone, then I guess I’ll get a head start on some much needed rest.” You playfully saluted. “See you around, General.”

The Jedi master nodded, his funny crooked grin appearing through his beard as he echoed the greeting. “General.”

Excitement filled you as you sped through the halls to your room to gather some things for a bath. It was a silly thing to be thrilled over, but if there was one thing you learned, take advantage of the tiny joys while you can.

And you knew you were going to enjoy it.

Humming while you practically skipped to the communal bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks as you felt still water beneath your bare feet. You lifted your gaze to see the sunlight falling through the windows, reflecting on the water that covered the large tub and the floor surrounding it.

You could almost hear Obi-Wan’s laughter as you stood there, frozen and dejected.

You made a mental note to strangle him later.

With another heavy sigh, you walked out across the hall to the men’s room, fuming. You couldn’t care less if anyone was in the room. To your pleasant surprise, there wasn’t a single soul.

It wasn’t long before you filled the tub with scalding water and plenty of bubbles.

Sinking into the bath was by far the best feeling in your life. You wasted no time scrubbing layers of dirt and grime from your skin before you closed your eyes and lay in the tub, letting the steam fog the air.

“So I take it the other room’s still flooded.”

As you opened your eyes, Obi-Wan stood above you. “You and I both know that I desperately need this bath.” You crinkled your nose in annoyance. “Don’t forget, I still blame you.”

“Oh, I know,” he mused.

To your surprise, he began to undo his belt before shrugging off his robes, revealing his rather lean figure. He’d always been a rather conservative person ever since he was a youngling, but you guessed that living together in the most unpredictable circumstances made him more comfortable around you.

Scars carved his shoulders like constellations, including some new flesh wounds from flying shrapnel and rogue bullets. You admired his torso for another moment before closing your eyes, letting the heat of the water soak through your skin.

You could hear him shuffle and kick his boots off before joining you in the tub with a quiet splash.

Looking over, you saw him sink further into the water with a groan. “Too hot?” you asked.

He shook his head with a content smile. “It’s perfect.”

You smiled, gathering your robes. “I’ll leave you to it, then. The Council would have a fit if they knew I was in here.”

“Let them,” Obi-Wan replied, preoccupied with bubbles. “Just stay and rest. You deserve it.” He flashed a quick wink. “It’s not like anything’s going on.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Obi-Wan Kenobi?” you laughed. You hesitated before settling back in the water again. “Speaking of the Council, how was the meeting?”

His blue gaze flitted towards you. “Oh, nothing exciting. They seemed pleased,” he sighed. “They’re thinking of sending us elsewhere in a few days.”

“Of course,” you said, giving a bitter smile. “We’re in the middle of a war. We haven’t the time for anything else anymore.” You leaned your head against the edge of the tub, your gaze on the window above. “This was never supposed to happen. I mean look at us, we’re military leaders now.” You shook your head. “I wish it would just end soon.”

He inhaled deeply. “Me too.”

You turned back to look at him before you found yourself rubbing spots of dirt and grime away on his cheek. He seemed to melt into your touch, closing his eyes as your thumb found more marks on his forehead. Your touch was soothing and rhythmic.

You stifled a laugh, earning a small, somewhat annoyed, “What?”

“You’d think you rolled down a rocky hill into a pile of dirt, not battled thousands of droids,” you said, your thumb brushing over his brow to the top of his cheekbone. “You’re filthy, General.”

“I apologize for war not being more of a...civilized matter.”

Shaking your head, you began tracing his features with your fingers. The edges of his beard felt prickly under the pads of your fingers as you wiped away some bubbles.

“For what it’s worth, you’re doing the best you can,” you murmured.

His lips twitched into a thin smile. “You too.” His voice was soft and rather scratchy from yelling orders through explosions. “This will all be over soon, and we’ll all go back to living normal lives.”

“Normal,” you scoffed, nudging his bare shoulder. “We’re Jedi. We’re far from normal.”

His eyes followed your hands as you grabbed a sponge and your body scrub and began scrubbing his arms. He could feel your anxiety fading away with each scrub, almost like cleaning him was the therapy you needed.

He was infatuated with you, the way your skin glistened with steam. Your expression was relaxed and flushed from the heat, even more calm than when you slept. His head spun at the thought of smelling like you.

As he turned so you could scrub his back, massaging his muscles as you went, he couldn’t help but asking a question to fill the silence.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t a Jedi?”

Your motions stopped, and for a moment, panic made the blood drain from his face, thinking he asked the one question he shouldn’t have. When you continued, he let out a small breath.

“Sometimes,” you admitted softly. “But it’s honestly been so long, I can’t see myself doing anything else. After all, we were raised here.”

He knew how you felt.

He echoed your answer in his head. Sometimes.

Maybe in a different universe, you’d be happy in the countryside on a distant planet, far from the problems of the Republic. You’d eventually settle down with a family, children perhaps, or maybe you’d live your life alone with nothing but nature for company.

Or maybe you’d still be in the middle of all the action. You’d fight and fight until there was nothing left to fight for. Peace would prevail.

Sensing his mind in a haze, you leaned over his shoulder, gently pressing yourself into him. Your chin settled over his broad shoulder and collarbone, with his beard just missing your cheek. “What’re you thinking about?”

He stiffened at your touch before relaxing. “Hypotheticals.”

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “As per usual.” He could feel you smiling as your lips brushed his skin. “Learn to quiet your mind, General. Those thoughts won’t do you any good.”

He turned, facing you. Instead of shying away, you kept your eye contact, brushing his long locks back.

“I can’t help it,” he joked lightly. “Perhaps I’m in need of some guidance from a well-seasoned Jedi.”

You smiled. “You’re looking right at one.”

As he watched your smile widen, he fell into your gaze again. He knew there was no such thing as luck, but he also knew he was the luckiest man alive to have you by his side.

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momojedi · 8 months

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Imagine: You're Count Dooku’s apprentice and Uncle General Grievous has to watch over you

Type: Headcanons; GN! Reader (platonic) Character(s): General Grievous, Count Dooku (mentioned) Notes: I love Grievous so much and since in my opinion, he doesn't get enough love as a character, I decided to write something for him ! The reader is referenced to be younger than any of Dooku's usual apprentices but whether they're a child or not is really up to you.

Let’s be clear: Grievous is not a good babysitter. In fact, he’s so bad at it that, instead of watching over you, he will send a batch of battle droids to take care of you.

The second he sees you after Count Dooku approached him, he’s already mentally retreating. Grievous is a general, a separatist myth that leaves Jedi alike fearing him, someone who’s destroyed the lives of legends. In what world would someone like him waste his time babysitting some lousy Sith padawan?

Needless to say he’ll be biting back the urge to insult and offend his superior for merely suggesting this kind of job and accepted it, leaving you to trail behind him as you and your master go separate ways.

But don’t get any ideas! Just because Grievous sweetly nods and agrees to anything Dooku says, doesn’t mean he’ll treat you with the same respect. You are below him, a mere apprentice. You are at the absolute bottom of the food chain in his eyes and that's exactly how he’ll treat you.

Well, he will at first.

The first few weeks, he won’t give a flying kriff about you. Instead, he'll send some battle droids your way to keep you occupied while he takes care of his war duties, such as bitching and moaning about General Kenobi.

It is only when he sees you fight for the first time that he's a bit taken back. You're by far one of, if not the, youngest apprentice he's ever seen trailing behind Dooku. Naturally, he was already mocking you internally, after all you were nothing but a meek, feeble leech in his very eyes.

Or that's what he expected, at least.

But when he sees you standing your ground when you engage with some troopers as things once again get a bit heated with the GAR, he has to admit he's quite impressed. He intently watches you, your timed moves and has to admit to himself; you do know what you're doing.

So, once the fight is over, he decides to keep you around until further notice, taking in the position of second-in-command until Dooku calls you back.

However, despite your new role, he's still distant and his usual grouchy self. He doesn't talk to you unless it's a briefing or necessary information for an upcoming battle/mission. Still, he starts to notice that he can't help but enjoy your presence.

He starts to care about you, your health, your well-being even.

You got injured on your last mission? Grievous is going to tear apart whoever is responsible for that.

You are stranded on some inhabited planet? Not to worry, Grievous will personally locate and gather you this instant.

Some pirates kidnapped you to get a ransom out of the separatists? Hondo. Grievous will set aside all his duties, track down where they're hiding you and blow that place into pieces once he's made sure you're safe and sound.

Once your time on his ship has come to an end and you're off to learning at your master's sides again, he's definitely going to miss having you around though he'd never admit that.

"Looks like the general's missing someo-" That battle droid was turned into scraps before it could even think of finishing that sentence.

With the Seperatists' leaders having somewhat developed a soft spot for you in general, even Dooku can't help but notice your slight sorrow as you're taken away from Grievous' base.

And so, whenever there's a chance for you to see your favourite General again, he won't think twice about taking you along so you have a chance of seeing him again.

And despite his cold and wicked exterior, there's still a glint of joy in his eyes when he catches sight of you.

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renlyslittlerose · 9 months

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Last week was the one year anniversary of me posting my first obikin fic, and over the last year being a part of the fandom has brought me so much joy and happiness and enthusiasm once again. Some of you knew me before 2019 and were aware that I was working on my Masters in the Classics, which included a massive thesis. While working on the thesis I was also working part-time at the museum, as well as battling a few chronic illnesses - some of which still affect me today - all of which drained me physically and emotionally. When I had finished my thesis and graduated from the program I was well and truly burnt out.

2020 was rough for everyone, and I was contented to just exist without doing much of anything that could be seen as creatively productive. But then 2020 came and passed and I thought maybe I should get back on the saddle, and started working on my own original story. I fell off of social media, didn’t interact in fandom, and tried to grind out a story that wasn’t working like I had hoped it would. 2021 and I still wasn’t ‘feeling it’; I had gone from writing about 1-2k words a day to 500 words a week - if I was lucky. A part of me wondered if I was tapped out for good, that I didn’t have it in me anymore, and that my thesis was my last creative outlet - my last hooray. I know it sounds a bit dramatic, but when you go from creating almost every day since you were sixteen years old, to suddenly believe that the well has run dry is terrifying. Maybe I was done for good - maybe I wouldn’t create something I was proud of.

And then Kenobi came out. I was a massive prequels fan since I was nine years old and the Phantom Menace came out, and an even bigger Darth Vader fan, but I had never interacted with the fandom in any meaningful way. I was contented to just watch the films and the shows and leave it at that. But as I was watching I had the epiphany that Obi-Wan and Anakin were actually ~roommates all along. I started reading obikin fic, came back on tumblr to see what sort of fandom there was, and suddenly found myself with ideas again, and a desire to create something.

So I wrote my first fic ‘Sacred to the Gods’ based off of a thesis I wrote during my undergrad about the psychology of a Greek demigod. It took me about a week to write, but in that time I had a lot of fun - the words started to come more easily, the vibes were there, and the passion was slowly but surely returning. One fic turned into another, and then another, and suddenly I had written two multi-chaptered long-form fics, some shorter multi-chaptered ones, and a bunch of oneshots, all about our favourite duo.

And in the that span of time, not only was I able to rediscover my passion for writing and feel inspired again, but I met so many amazing, incredible, kind, passionate, creative people who welcomed me with open arms. I was used to fandom being sort of a gate-keepy thing, where if you were the new kid in town it would take you a while to work your way into any circles. But it didn’t happen with this fandom. I went up to a few people, held out my macaroni art, and was overjoyed to see them take it and immediately put it up on their fridge.

There are a lot of people I want to thank, and I should thank, from those who read my stuff, those who send me asks on tumblr, those who bookmark and kudos and comment, and those who followed me, but there isn’t any space to do all that. So I hope that a general ‘THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU’ will suffice. Thank you for giving me my passion back, thank you for supporting me, thank you for being an awesome community that has it’s issues, but still cares deeply about the art they’re creating, and who care about fostering a community.

However, there are a few people I would specifically like to address, because I don’t think this post would be complete without you. I’ll put it behind a cut because this post is already cumbersome:

@bi-wan || My beloved! You were the first person to follow me on tumblr after reading one of my fanfictions, and the first to reach out to me to be my friend. Thank you for reaching your hand out to me and dragging me into the fold. Because of you I’ve made so many good friends who I treasure dearly - including you. 🥰

@ragnarlothcat || I feel like you and Cam are a packaged deal, and so I thank you for being curious about me and checking out my work, and for allowing me to occupy both you and Cam’s comfy little raccoon haven. You’re so supportive, and your work was some of the first I read in the fandom which truly secured my desire to be a part of it. Thank you 💖

@intermundia || I’ve told you this before, but you were the first person I approached in the fandom when I decided I wanted to dip my toes into the experience, and your warmth and welcoming nature secured my desires to be a part of this group. The fact that you support my stories and are so passionate about it really fuels my desires to keep creating (as well as feeding my ego). Thank you for being such a good presence in the fandom.👑

@theseptemberist || I have a feeling that Will told you about me, and I am so glad that he did because we’ve struck up such a friendship that I can’t see myself without. Our chats on discord over the past few months have been wonderful in so many ways that are too innumerous to say here. Thank you for sharing your heart, and for being so kind and empathetic. And thank you for sharing your encyclopedic knowledge of fandom tea ☕

@unspuncreature || Just like Rag and Cam come as a team, you and Cal (and Wren, even though I’ve never spoken to her but feel like I know her) are the trio that delight and entertain. Thank you for your brilliant art and creativity, thank you for letting me bounce all my ideas off of you, and thank you for collaborating with me. You’re brilliant 💗

@kyberkenobi || Beyond the fact that your filthy brain inspires me and delights me, and the fact that you’re willing to goed me on when I come up with something that’s delightfully nasty, your maturity when it comes to fandom is refreshing. At the threat of sounding like a proud grandma, you’re still so young and yet you’ve got a lot of shit figured out - most importantly, that fandom is supposed to be for fun and write what you want to write. Can’t wait for us to finally collaborate one of these days 💕

@dininginspace || What can I say? You’re a delight, you’re incredibly funny, you’re kind and understanding, and you’re the best cheerleader a loser like me could ask for. The fact that you jumped on the Buffy bandwagon when I drove by on it secures you as one of my favourite people. Thank you so much for your early and continued support 🧛‍♂️

@nuandia || Thank you for chatting with me all the time; keep up your writing, it’s brilliant and worth it, even if you doubt it sometimes. 💖

@grapenehifics || I had just finished watching MASH when you commented on Moonlight Serenade. The noise I made when I saw your username, followed by the continued joy I get whenever I see you on my dash or in my inbox, or when I see you’ve posted something new for the world to enjoy. 🧡

@palfriendpatine66 || You’re a delight. You’ve got things figured out, and how you can write so much with the life you’ve got is incredible. Keep going - you’re a gem. 💎

@binaryeclipse || Love chatting with you on discord, and being able to throw out random things about Canada into the chat that doesn’t need explaining - you just get it. Especially when it comes to Alberta politics. It doesn’t always feel like a safe space out there when you’re an Albertan who loves her province but also hates so many things about it, but you make me feel as if I can be a contradictory mess and still feel as if I belong in Canada. Your muse will come back soon, I trust in this ✨

@treescape || Your work is sublime and an inspiration. I read your fics first when I went hunting for things to read, and was immediately captivated. When you followed me back and weren’t at all weirded out by me bounding over to you like an excitable golden retriever, I was very grateful - I am very grateful. Can’t wait to see what you create next. 💛

@starsdies || Thank you for listening to me; thank you for being so inspiring; thank you for helping with community events and exchanges. And thank you for streaming The Last of Us for me because I’m too cheap to buy HBO Max. 🙏

@tessiete || You fact-checked the details I put into Moonlight and all I can say is THANK YOU. Sometimes I feel like I’m getting too lost in the details, but its people like you who google that shit that makes me feel good about my obsessions. 🌸

#personal #obikin #thank you everyone #I know this is messy and gushy and gross but whatever #Im sick with a cold so I get to be mushy gushy

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jellybeans2099 · 9 months

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Cam Person Drabble Pt. 2 Reader's POV

Paring: Miguel O'Hara x Spiderperson!Reader

Part 1 Here

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, obsessive behaviors, masturbation, size difference (if you squint), s-x work is real work

Word Count: 0.5k

A/N: I used they/them pronouns for the reader so insert whichever ones you use. No real descriptions of what the reader has going on to keep this neutral. I rewrote this like 3 times but I think I am satisfied with where we ended up. Let me know if you have any questions or feedback! (And thank you @obi-mom-kenobi for the idea 💖)

You had told Peter B that you found Miguel to be intimidating since the first time you met him and that was true. With his height well over 6' and his toned physique sometimes he felt as if a brick wall had come to life. His talons didn't help much in that department either. However, none of those things are really why you've been keeping your distance, it’s his eyes. It's the way his crimson eyes seem to grow darker and hungrier when he looks at you. Of course he doesn't look at you much anyway, often leaving your briefings early with his back always toward you. It was the glances he would steal at you when he thought you weren't looking. The look in his eyes send a shiver down your spine and you quickly turn away so you weren't caught. Truth be told you found him fascinating. He seems to have it all together on the outside but in reality you could see he was seconds away from falling apart. Every time you looked at him all you could see was a man who desperately needed a break. This thought would start to leak into everything you did. Finding yourself drifting to thinking if he was okay and if he had an outlet for his stress. It worried you sometimes just how fragile he seemed. During one of your more intense streams you couldn't help but think about if he's gotten off lately. It wasn't meant to get you going but the idea that he could watch you to alleviate the stress made you cum quicker than usual. The shock of the thought had you ending the stream early to regroup. No of course you're not attracted to him like that. What a silly thing to think. He was technically your boss, you shouldn't even be thinking of him at all during your streams. But even during your clean up time, the lingering thought of him touching himself to you had you reeling to finish the job.

Things had only gotten worse at the weeks went on. Your sudden desire to lessen the load on your boss had turned into a full on obsession. Every moment you're on stream you wonder if by chance he could be there watching you get slutty and used by others. Would that turn him on? Would that excite him to see you in such a state? It made all your streams just that much hotter. You started browsing for toys you thought might match his size and made sure to play with those just a little bit longer. Streams started to feel almost overwhelming when your desire to see him kicked in. Even when the stream was over you couldn't let go the desire resting in your body.

Going to HQ now felt like a chore as you had to keep yourself in check. Can't stare at him too long or else your thoughts and desires would consume you. You found yourself avoiding him even more as to not excite yourself too much. You kept your head down and did your work to the best of your ability. You were dreading the moment when you knew you'd both be paired together on a mission cause you didn't know if you could control yourself. If only he knew how much you wanted to help him relieve his stress.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (32/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: just fluff nothing more-

Summary: Under the watchful eye of the council, you must figure out a way to revert your saber to its original glory, lest they find out and you be expelled.

A/n: okay guys i literally sobbed tonight bc i was listening to the peter pan soundtrack and fairy dance came on and this was all i could think of-

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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"Focus, little one," his tentative whispers in your ear were not exactly helping you to achieve the desired state of mind while this process took place.

Sat in the center of a private training area, you closed your eyes, holding your crystal in your hand and trying to fix the mistake you had made.

"You are strong with the light, let it guide you."

He was knelt beside you, hoping to assist you in any way he could, but it seemed his presence was causing more difficulty then help. You tried again, much to your dismay, heaving another breath and moving towards a state of serenity in your mind, but then it wandered, into a place it should not be. Serenity for you did not just come as a feeling, but a familiar presence, brought by a person. Said person was breathing on your skin, and it caused you to lose whatever sense on control you almost had.

"I can't do it, Master."

"Don't say that, not when we both you that you can," he sat back on his heels, but placed a hand on your shoulder to assure you of what you knew to be true.

"What if it takes me more time? Maybe I'm just not ready," you rapidly stood up, hiding your crystal within the chamber of your hilt, before reassembling the pieces, and activating your once beautiful saber. You looked upon it with great shame, for what you had done to it was an act that showed the makings of something you were not. You were a Jedi, like your Master before you.

"Do not put off till tomorrow, what can be done today," he reminded you, a teaching he planted in your mind when you were very young, before he was your Master, even. It rang in your head every time he repeated it, and you understood that there were deeper meanings now than when he usually spoke it to you.

You shook your head and scoffed, gesturing for him to see the monstrosity you'd mad with your own anger.

"I should wait for life day, hang it up as a decoration," you joked, but he didn't seem to find it funny. He knew that you were ready to perform a crystal healing, but even if you weren't, it's not like you could wait days or even weeks to fix your mistake. The council would be watching you like a shriek-hawk, and if they sensed anything off in your signature, surely, they would expel you from the order.

He wanted to give you a small break, perhaps take you to the meditation gardens to relax, and bring about some new scenery. Your powers within the force were greater than you had a capacity of believing, and Obi-Wan knew this better than anyone you had ever come across.

He knew it was a foolish idea as soon as it entered his head, but he was, for lack of a better word, an addict at the moment. It was the newness, it was the fresh feelings that were nearly constantly nagging at the back of his mind, and everything you did that was not even noticeable to anyone else, but it made him crave you. He shouldn't voice this idea, it's a terrible idea, an absolutely-

"Come with me, my love," he held out his hand, willing you to join him, and you did with a smile at the name. He was in love with you, and he wanted you to know it every time he addressed you... of course the outside world would never be able to hear the way he called you, so his former go-to of little one would still be on his lips often.

With your saber now hung on your hip, you followed him through the busy halls of the Temple. The disconnection in your previously intertwined hands was only mildly irritating until you were both outside. To avoid busy streets and onlookers, you both took a hidden pathway into the city underworld, where the lights were beginning to come on as the sun went down.

"Where are we going?"

He was never this spontaneous, never so impulsive to just go off into nowhere in particular when there were things to be done. The galaxy was at war, and it was raging now more than ever, but here he was, General Kenobi, the Great Negotiator, dragging you through hidden passageways and into the depths of the city. Where he was taking you, you were almost sure you'd never been before.

"You'll see," he seemed so giddy, so excited. You were the reason for that. You were the one to make him beam like a young boy, you lifted him up into the air and made him feel like he truly belonged in this galaxy, like he had a place other than being the stoic Jedi General that his reputation proceeded him as.

"That answer was far too vague, are you feeling okay?"

This was so unlike him, to shirk off responsibilities and take you on an adventure.

You entered an old and dusty access point of... well you still weren't sure. You'd stumbled into the dark after him and wondered if he finally snapped. Yes, that's it, your mood and sarcasm drove him to madness, and he was dragging you out here to dispose of you for good.

"I am feeling fantastic, and yourself?" he replied quickly, his sharp wit could impale you if he actually tried.

"Well, I'd be doing better if I was certain that you weren't taking me some place where nobody could hear me scream."

He chuckled lowly and brought you close to him, and suddenly the door closed behind you, leaving you both in the pitch-black area. You heard him moving around before there was light in the area. It looked like an abandoned service pathway, with an elevator in the corner. It looked ancient, but of course, Obi-Wan was lunging towards it as soon as the lights came on. He pressed the button to open the door, then turn to you in reply of your previous remark.

"If I was going to kill you, I would have been smart enough not to let so many witnesses see us leave," he stepped on the janky piece of machinery. You smirked at that one, rolling your eyes and doing anything you can to avoid joining him on that elevator. "Are you coming?"

He's your Master, you thought to yourself, why did he seem so different to you right now. You felt as though his equal, someone who shared the same mind level and age and wisdom. It was an elating feeling for sure, to simply be in his company and to not feel as if there were any expectations. Not that there ever really were with him, but something had changed. You weren't Master and Padawan for now, you were two lovers sneaking away from your duties to spend time with one another.

You heaved an exasperated sigh before joining him on the old relic of a gantry lift, letting the doors close around you and jolt before shooting straight up, and knocking you off balance. Obi-Wan laughed lightly, helping you keep yourself upright.

"I forgot to mention the acceleration," he didn't let go of you once you were standing straight, but kept you within arm's reach, hands encapsuling behind your waist.

"How convenient."

You must have been going up ten floors per second, and when the doors finally opened, you sensed you were very high off the ground. The darkness that surrounded you wasn't as pitch black as the former room, because in the corner of the room, there was a small opening in which brought light and sound from a lower source.

He took a few steps and crouched by the small opening and pulled back what you guessed was a curtain of some sort. He looked at you invitingly, nodding his head over and then letting his eyes rest on whatever was down there.

You knelt beside him, and almost gasped at where you recognized yourself to be.

You were in the opera house, in the roof it seemed, because you were looking straight down at the performers for the evening. Beautiful music filled your ears, and you watched as dancers flitted about the air, hovering like they knew how to fly. It was all an illusion, but you were entranced by it. You couldn't take your eyes away, your lips curling up slightly with every reaction.

"Whoa.."

His eyes never left your face, admiring the peace and wonder you'd seemed to have found here. As you were taken by the lovely performance below you, he was taken by the loveliness that sat right before him. You glanced over at him to see what he thought of the show but caught his gaze instead. You smiled, turning a deep shade of pink when you realized he'd been doing that the whole time.

He leaned in and captured your lips with his, unable to restrain himself any further. You truly did look angelic, in the soft light of the opera house, and the music playing below. He pulled away before an idea struck his mind.

"I know that look, what are you thinking?" You tried to coax an answer out of him, but you got nothing. He stood to his feet, looking down at you with a smile and holding a hand out to help you up. Once you were standing before him, he put one arm behind his back and one across his front, bowing before you as if you were a queen or senator.

All done while looking at you, he raised one hand beside him, the other reaching out to circle around your waist. Did he want you to... dance with him?

You took his hand, laying your other one against his shoulder, and along to the slow and melodic rhythm of the song below you, you swayed from side to side, occasionally taking a step or two to make a small shift in pattern.

"I've never brought anyone up here before," he admitted, eyes full of stars. He was under your spell completely, and he was perfectly happy to be. "I found this place when my Master first took me on, it was a place I could come to and think about everything... I came here the day we brought you to Coruscant. You'd been the first person to really teach me the meaning of compassion, and I was up here for hours contemplating it all."

"I find it hard to believe that you learned compassion from me when I was only three years old," you weren't shocked by the revelation, just a bit surprised is all... but it was true, and he did.

"You have always been wise beyond your years, little one. A Jedi consular if there ever was one."

You laid your head on his chest, enjoying the moment, dancing in the darkness of an abandoned room of the opera house. Within the arms of the man you loved over everything else in this galaxy. You would sacrifice it all for him, leaving nothing in the wake of the universe, except for Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You let your eyes fall closed, feeling all the love, and all the light coursing through your veins. It was almost like a meditative state, the way you branched your signature out so fluidly, wrapping around not only him, but the energy in the air.

He could feel your soft presence nudging at his own, and he relaxed, embracing it whole and letting himself be overtaken by you alone.

It was so untraditional, and it would have been seen as a defiant disgrace of the act, but you were meditating on him.

There was a low thrum of heat by your hip where your saber hung, but you ignored it, keeping in tune with this moment and everything that surrounded it.

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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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Loveliness

Pairings: Clone Trooper Tai (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: sex. That's right, beloveds, this is the chapter where they finally fuck! Porn with feelings, grinding, nipple play, fingering, finger sucking, love bites, hickies, unprotected p in v (bad form, I know), multiple orgasms, light hair pulling, squirting, a good mix of cute sex & sexy sex

Notes: I really just needed an excuse to use this gif. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Also, I accidentally posted it mid-edit, had to private to finish it, then public it, it was a whole fiasco. Apologies for any confusion!

@moodymisty - come get your Tai juice ;)

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It's been two weeks; two amazing, beautiful, wonderful weeks. Tai has somehow managed to lift the doom and gloom of this miserable old planet just by being himself, by simply existing around you. From the moment you first kissed him, it's been one continuous high of giddy laughter and lazy afternoon snuggles turned into hot, heady make out sessions that turn your brain to mush.

It's been bliss, he's been bliss, and you wouldn't change any of it. But you want more. That's just the problem, though. You want all of him and you can tell he wants all of you, but you're a right pair, the two of you, and you're at an impasse because you're both too nervous to go much further.

The memory of two evenings ago is still fresh in your mind, even now on your way home from work. His broad chest under your splayed hands, your legs draped over his thighs where you'd straddled him, his scruff scratching pleasantly over your skin as you'd pressed kisses to chin, his neck, the lobe of his ear. The way he'd run his hands up the length of your spine, half dragging your shirt up with it, grunting softly into your hair, Maker, it was making you wet just thinking about it.

But then he'd bucked up into the apex of your thighs and you'd practically collapsed onto him, moaning so loudly that it took you both by surprise.

"Fuck, Tai," you breathed against his shoulder.

He'd gone still under you. You could still feel the vague shape of him hard on the inside of your thigh and ghosting against your warmth, and it sent a thrill through your entire body. Half drunk on pleasure, you dropped your hips just so and ground yourself into him. It was all you could think about, chasing after his body, after the arousal that was building so steadily in your stomach that you felt sure it would swallow you whole. You just wanted him and nothing else, just-

Tai's hands on your hips, firmly guiding you to stop moving, drew you from your reverie. Something was wrong, you immediately sensed it in the way his entire body had turned stiff. You drew back enough to look him in the eyes and frowned.

"What is it?"

He shook his head. Entirely unhelpful. So you watched him for a moment, studied the crease in his brow and the purse of his lips, noted the rising and falling of his chest and the pulse leaping out at his throat. He was still firm and warm under your thighs, but he'd shifted his groin away from you at some point.

Something awful began growing in your stomach in place of your arousal. Why was he pulling away? Had you touched or kissed him somewhere he hadn't wanted? Was he overwhelmed, maybe? Your chest felt like it was about to split open as an ugly monster reared its head in the back of your mind. Was he suddenly repulsed by you, by some part of your body?

Your throat threatened to close up on you. "Tai?" you whispered. "Talk to me."

"I just need a moment."

"Did I do something?"

His gaze was on you in an instant as a hand came up to cup your chin. "No. No, my love." There was that smile you loved so dearly, peeking out at the corners of his mouth. "It's me. There's too much going on in this old head of mine."

You wanted to press for more, maybe just enough to clarify that the problem wasn't you, that he wasn't stuck in his head thinking about how much he didn't want to touch you, but you were worried how the question might come across and you didn't want to bother him more than he already seemed to be. Maybe it was silly to feel so startlingly insecure, you reasoned, but Tai had never reacted to you like that before. You didn't understand it.

And so the two of you had settled for cuddling instead, his arm around your shoulders while you lounged for the last hour before he headed out for work.

Now, though, you're bordering on becoming a nervous wreck. You can see your apartment building through the neon haze of the street and it sends your heart leaping into your throat. Because he'll be there when you open the door. He'll most likely greet you with a kiss, ask you about work, and you'll spend some time together on the sofa before he's gone again. And then you'll go to bed alone, miserable, confused, and just a bit unsatisfied. You already did that last night, you're not keen to try it again today. Which means you'll have to have a discussion.

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He can't keep this going for much longer and he knows it, but neither can he quiet that voice that haunts him every time he touches you. The voice that tells him he's a lecherous old creep, a fool too old and too used up to be good enough for you, that tells him he's nothing more than cannon fodder, than a pair of bloodstained hands too red to ever deserve to touch you. That kriffing voice that makes him want to crawl into a hole and hide until you finally come to your senses and leave him.

But then he thinks about the first time you ever spoke to him. You were so stupidly nervous that you'd said nearly all the wrong things, but through his damaged pride and your embarrassment he'd managed to catch a glimpse of something, something that made you different from every other civvy who'd thrown credits his way. You'd been kind to him, been a friend when he had no one, offered up your home and then your heart. And now that things are progressing, you've offered him the rest of you.

Dank farrik, he's not sure he's ever wanted someone the way he wants you. Not a one of the cute civvies he met at 79's ever captivated him the way you do now. He wants to treat you right, romance you, lay you back on your bed and bury himself in you forever. Anywhere, any way you want him, for however long you desire. He just- fucking hells, he needs help getting there. He needs to get out of his own head.

The keypad at the entry chimes and his back goes ramrod straight. He runs a hand over his freshly buzzed head and sighs. He needs to talk to you.

There's a glassy look to your eyes. Tai's not sure if you're about to cry or not, but you look anxious at the very least. And you're not meeting his gaze properly, shifting about as you toe off your shoes and set your things down on the table.

"Hi." Your voice is timid, uncertain.

He nods. "Hi." Normally this is where he'd shuffle over and give you a shy, awkward kiss. But he can't find the courage to do that now, not with his stomach full of flutter-bys and his mouth full of cotton. "Good day at work?"

You head into the kitchen. "Long day." And he can tell that your voice is strained. "Might just go to bed early."

No, that's exactly what he doesn't want. He can't stand another night of this horrible tension and he doesn't want another night of fighting his desire to touch you the way you need. So he summons all of his GAR training, all the bravery and strength he once had on the battlefield, and he forces himself to stand. He can almost feel the ghost of his bucket under his arm, as if he's about to give a briefing. But you're not a soldier. You're you. His stance softens a bit.

"Can we talk?"

Your eyes are wide with panic. Shit, he's kriffing this up already?

"Sure," you nod with the worst attempt at a smile he's ever seen. "What's up?"

He can picture it now, the way Rex would be looking at him with that one raised eyebrow. Spit it out, trooper, he imagines he'd say. Fives would probably be laughing his ass off.

"I'm sorry. About the other night." It's easier to get the words out if he doesn't look at you head on, but it makes his heart beat double time. "It's difficult for me sometimes." Even as he's saying it, he knows it's coming out wrong and he wants to smack himself upside the head for it. He feels like a shiny all over again. "Not because of you. I get lost inside my head. I'm a soldier, born and bred, and my hands are covered in more blood than I'd care to admit. It doesn't feel right to touch you."

And while he does breathe a sigh of relief at finally admitting it out loud, it doesn't make him feel much better. Because now you know. Maybe you even agree with him. Maybe this is it.

The floor creaks as you shift in place. "I won't break, you know. If you touch me?"

Tai huffs a rough, humorless laugh and the truth stumbles out of him before he can take it back. "Like you'd want an old geezer like me to touch you."

Your tongue clicks disapprovingly. "Do you seriously still think you're some creepy old guy?" And there's some of that spark that was missing when you first came in. "I'd kick you out if I wanted to. If I was uncomfortable. For fuck's sake, Tai, I want you! I thought that was obvious!"

It was, he was just too drenched in his own pity to really see it. He knows he's a fool. He remembers how perfectly you fit against him that night in the bar, he remembers every breath and moan and aching sigh you've given him since your first kiss. He knows you want him for some unimaginable reason he'll never be able to grasp. And he knows that he wants you too.

He's across the room before he realizes he's even taken a step. He crowds you into the counter, one hand on the lip by your hip and the other boldly seeking out the curve of your waist. It goes straight to his pride (and straight to his groin) when he sees the way your jaw goes slack and your eyes go unfocused, all flustered by his proximity. He likes it when you do that. He likes that you like it. He likes that just being near you makes his mouth water.

Your breath stutters and fans out across his face as he dips his head down to yours. "Forgive me?" he asks.

You nod as if in a daze, tongue darting across your lips. "Yeah."

He claims your mouth tongue first, searing his heat across its seam until you part for him and he tumbles in with something guttural in his throat. Stars above, you're always so warm. Even if he never went further than this with you, he'd still crave your kisses like a man starved. He'd still take your face in his hands and prompt you to open up for him, still dive into the welcoming warmth of your tongue and your breath until there was nothing left in his lungs.

"I was worried," you gasp when he pulls away for a moment. You're looking up at him with wide, lust-blown eyes, but there's something vulnerable underneath it all. "I thought I'd done something wrong, or maybe you didn't want me anymore, I-."

His forehead falls against yours. "No. I want you." He traces a hand up your arm and can't help smirking when you shiver. "The things I want to do to you, girl. You'd run me off planet."

Your entire body shakes. Your eyes flutter shut and he feels your thighs shift against his as they press together. Oh, you liked that, didn't you?

"Shall I show you?"

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The path from the kitchen to your bed is a blur of clothes and bruising kisses. Tai's hands are everywhere, seeking out your skin and setting your whole body aflame in the process. Then his shirt is on the floor - yours is somewhere in the hallway with his pants, you think - and his hand is skimming the hem of your bottoms, and your head is spinning with desire. You need this man so desperately that it hurts.

You're still a little nervous, though. You shouldn't be. It's just Tai, after all. You trust him. You love him. It's still terrifying, still nerve wracking to expose yourself like this.

"Hey." Your hand presses into his chest to slow his descent to your collarbone and he immediately stops, eyes wide and flashing, waiting. You smile to reassure him. "I'm okay, we're okay, okay? I just. It's been a while."

His head bobs in understanding. "It's been a long time for me, too." Then his eyes dance away and you catch a glimmer of shame in the downward slant of his shoulders. "I'm not a young man anymore."

You know what he means. You feel similarly about your own body, it's not quite what you want it to be. "That's okay. I like you as you are."

Tai's nose rubs gingerly over yours. "Funny, was gonna say the same about you."

One of his large hands brushes over the upper swell of your stomach where his fingertips brush the bottom of your binder. You can feel yourself clench around nothing at this one simple touch. Already, he's breaking you down into a whimpering mess and he's not even properly touched any of your erogenous spots.

"This alright?"

Your response is the arching of your chest into his waiting hand. He grins and then your binder is rolled up. Your nipple is bare to him for a single second before he takes it between his fingers and rubs. Softly, reverently. And then he takes it into his mouth and you're done for.

One of your knees gives out as your brain short circuits, so you throw an arm around his neck to keep from collapsing. It just brings you further into his mouth and Maker, the sound of his tongue lapping at your skin, the smack of saliva - you're not sure if you'll last very long at this rate. He suckles, bites down just hard enough to make you jump, then laves his tongue over the bite before finally pulling back with a pop!

He doesn't say anything, but he's more smug than you've ever seen him. There's a flame burning in his eyes that threatens to burn you up and you've never been so willing to walk through fire. Whatever he wants, however he wants you. You'd sell your soul for him to touch you like this every waking moment of the rest of your life.

"Nngh, Tai." He's moved to your other breast, but kept a hand at the first one to continue tracing the shape of your areola. "Baby, just like that."

You've never called him that before. You can see the way his forehead wrinkles in surprise as he peeks up at you, your nipple still caught between his teeth. You're both frozen, assessing each other, hesitantly curious, until-

"Say that again," he rumbles.

A hand settles quick between your thighs and starts seeking out your clit, and for a long moment, your entire existence is blacked out by sheer pleasure. You shriek, head thrown back, and tremble into him.

"Baby...," you whine. You don't even recognize your voice. Surely that needy, pitched up mewl isn't you? "Please."

The pair of your drop unceremoniously onto the mattress with Tai's body caging you in. He's so big, he's everywhere, taking up every corner of your vision, his warmth spread out across the entire length of you. And then he's inside your clothes, pulling at them, yanking them off you while you try as best as your arousal muddled brain can to assist him. It's all a fog for a moment as you both struggle with your underwear, until suddenly they're gone and his bare skin is on yours and it's pure euphoria.

Your legs part for him on instinct and wrap around his waist. He fits in the empty space of you just right. His fingers are slipping down to the base of your opening to gather your slick and he teases your entrance for a moment, just enough to make you start to clench around the idea of him, before swiftly moving up and the moment he touches your clit is like entering another reality. Electricity jolts up your spine so you're arching into him, your mouth falls open, and the sound you attempt to make is so wrecked that it only comes out as a half-choked inhalation.

Tai shifts so his other arm is braced by your shoulder. "You sound incredible."

White hot fire spreads across your belly and the tension between your thighs starts to wind up. He thinks you sound good? He likes hearing you? You have to close your eyes to keep them from rolling back. Fuck. Fucking fuck.

You reach up for the back of his neck and press a sloppy kiss to his lips. "Wanna... wanna hear you too," you pant as he circles your clit. He's taking his time. "Bet you sound so sexy. When you're... you're fucking me."

Tai's head drops into your neck and his fingers falter, just for the briefest of seconds, before suddenly flicking twice as fast. Something akin to a yelp drags itself out of you as your orgasm suddenly starts barreling toward you like a freight transport.

"How d'you want me to fuck you?" and his voice is all gravel. The depths of his accent are somehow deeper now, rougher.

You wrap yourself around him as your body starts tightening, winding up more and more. You're so close, you can feel the explosion about to burst somewhere deep in your belly.

Your brain's so keyed up that you have no filter anymore, you say the first thing you can think of, and it's brutally honest. "However you want." The tension's about to snap. "However. Take what you want, Tai, I don't care, I don't care, please, 'msoclose-."

His finger curls across your clit just right, at just the right angle, and you shatter in his arms, mouth frozen in a silent scream as your orgasm rips its way through you. He just keeps moving, keeps caressing your clit through each wave like it's what he was born to do, keeps rumbling low in his chest as you keen and rock into him.

"How many of those are you gonna give me?" His mouth is right at your ear, his breath hot on your neck, and then he sucks on your earlobe and you can't even breathe.

It takes you a second to find the words, let alone remember how to speak them. "As many as you want."

He slips two of his fingers inside you with enough ease that it only takes him a few thrusts before he can add a third. Without the direct stimulation on your clit, this is manageable, it's not too much, which is truly a blessing in disguise because you want to feel the whole of his length inside you before you tap out. You want him to fuck himself into you until you can't tell where starts and you end. You can't do that if he wears you out too fast, so this casual pace, the thickness of his fingers stretching you open for him, it's just about right.

"Want all of you," you murmur against his open mouth. The bulk of his shoulder muscle moves under your hand as he finger fucks you. "Forever. Never want you to stop touching me."

The serious shake of his head is oddly endearing. "Could never leave you alone. Not after this."

You smile. "Besides," you sigh as he curls his fingers inside you and whispers against the perfect spot, "you have to show me all the- oh, fuck, right there. Kriffing fuck, Tai, right there." He's grinning and you want to kiss it right off him. "Hafta show me, uh, all the horrible things you want to do to me-!"

He's angled your leg further up his torso, opening you up a little more for him, and now his fingers are hitting you deeper than anything you can remember. Shit, you're gonna come again and he's not even inside you yet.

"That's it," he hums when your legs start shaking.

You're meeting every thrust with a roll of your hips, desperate, breathy, whining, absolutely falling apart. "Want you inside me, baby. Tai, Tai, fuck, I wanna... wanna..."

Lips on the curve of your jaw, sucking what you know is going to be a beautiful mark into your skin. "Shh. Give me one more. One more, my love. Then I'll fuck you right."

You give him two. He licks his fingers clean while you watch on, little more than a boneless lump of flesh after three climaxes. Your slick has started to seep onto your thighs. It's probably wetting the sheets by now and you honestly couldn't care less. You'd let this man ruin your bed in every way, sheets to frame, and you'd thank him for it. He could ruin your kriffing life and you'd still look at him like he was the galaxy itself.

Tai is gentle when he slips his length along the seam of you, gathering a bit of your arousal before he finally, blessedly pushes into you exactly where you've been aching for him for two blasted weeks. He doesn't hold back any of himself, doesn't hide the way he groans as you shudder around him, doesn't shy away from the obscene grunt that wrenches out of him when he bottoms out. He takes each of your legs in hand, grasping right behind your knees, and spreads them as far as you can stand.

"Take me so well," he hisses, his face all wrinkled with pleasure.

Your mouth lands on the tendon between his neck and his shoulder and in the haze of orgasms and fullness and the very scent of him, you can't decide if you want to kiss him or lick the sweat off him or bite him just to see what the fuck he'll do. You settle for all three. And it sends his hips bucking into yours with enough force to make your teeth rattle.

"Could live. Between your thighs." He's punctuating every thrust with something beautiful and profane. "Don't. Don't deserve you, sweet girl."

Even now though, blissed out as you are, you aren't going to let that slide. You fix him with the stubbornest little stink eye you can conjure up and grab hold of his shoulders as he fucks into you, strong and steady.

"Don't you dare. You have me, idiot. Willingly."

He raises an eyebrow in mock seriousness. "That so?"

Maker, he's so ornery. You find yourself wondering if he's always been this much of a shit. But with the way he's taking you right now, you can't recall what you had for lunch, let alone the past month and a half. But your irritation sneaks out anyway.

"Wouldn't let you fuck my cunt if I didn't want you."

His hand is in your hair faster than you can blink and suddenly your head is snapped back, your neck arched up as Tai growls, fucking growls into it. Your legs are almost pinned to your chest. The edge of his pubic pone is ghosting over your clit. Pleasure-pain is blossoming up the inside of your thighs, all the way to your cervix where his head is pressing into you, and he's muttering filth in your ear like there's no tomorrow.

"...to take you on every surface in this apartment. Bend you over the sofa. Eat you out on the table. Pin you to the wall and have my fucking way with you." And when you shudder against him so violently that your jaw hurts, he sucks another mark into your throat. "You like that, my love? Huh? You want a beat up old veteran that bad?"

You're grasping at the back of his head like it's your lifeline. You won't last much longer, you probably have less than a minute before your body completely breaks down. You're borderline delirious, but you manage to get your tongue working again.

"My old veteran." Right now in this otherworldly dimension of Tai and heat and skin on skin, you find it so stupidly funny that he thinks he's not worthy of you. He's such an idiot in this one respect. Doesn't he realize you're his now? "Favorite stupid old veteran."

"Watch it," he teases, but there's no bite. You can hear the laughter in it.

You laugh too. "What... 're you gonna do? Fuck me?"

One of his hands sneaks down between you and rolls your clit between his forefinger and his thumb, and you break with a caterwaul. There's a wet warmth seeping out underneath you and it should probably gross you out, but in the moment you think it's kinda nice. It's an intense, numbing, cozy sort of climax that renders you speechless by its end. And Tai's still buried in you, thrusting and thrusting until he finally whimpers and releases into you, and it feels right.

He's just right. You tell him so.

He smiles and kisses your cheek, then your lips, then the tip of your nose. "I love you, too."

#clone trooper x reader #clone veteran x reader #clone trooper veteran x reader #clone trooper tai x reader #kenobi clone trooper #clone trooper tai #star wars #i know i know my smut needs work. but i had fun and hopefully so did the rest of you!

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Sweet Taste of Poison

Summary: While guarding Padme after a long meeting of the senators, you drink poison meant for her. In these moments, you realize where your priorities lie. That is with Anakin Skywalker, your best friend and the love of your life.

Warnings: hallucinations, poison, mentions of death

A/N: so basically Padme and Anakin feel nothing for each other, just a platonic relationship:)) Maybe a little cheesy at the end? I’m just a sucker for a cheesy ending

“This dreadful meeting is almost over, one more night and we can return home.” Obi-wan said, walking down the hallway of the mansion we’ve been at for days.

The senators were all sent to agree on a treaty, although they didn’t all agree. The older senators disagreed of course, thinking their time is much more valuable than this problem they’ve been wasting it on. The younger senators, Padme included, think this treaty can bring more people together. Obi-wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and you stood in the corners of the meeting room for the last four days. Instructed to make no noise, have no comments, just to stand watch, protect the valuable lives in this room.

The days only dragged on, over and over they go back and forth arguing the same topic. Then we’d get assigned to a senator, other Jedi would come in and we’d each guard a door for the night. Then, in the morning, we’d do it all over again. But luckily, things finally seem to be wrapping up, they only need one more person to agree, and then this horrible week will come to a close.

“Be careful,” You said looking as Anakin was talking to Ahsoka, “that’s what you said two days ago.”

“You’re right, don’t worry. You will be home soon, where you and Anakin can go about and almost get yourselves killed because you don’t listen.”

“I’m going to assume this is just your tired side speaking, Obi-wan.”

“Oh no, Y/N. I only speak the truth.” He had a smile when he said it, although you know he isn’t truly happy about that.

“I like to think of it as I go with him because someone has to. Someone has to look out for him, I’ve been doing it all my life. Since we were both padawans and we thought we were invincible.”

“And look at the price you both have paid for believing that.”

We both stood silent, neither one of us having anything to say to the other after that. You knew the prices Anakin paid for the choices he’s made, and you also knew the prices he’s paid for simply just doing what he was told. A metal hand, a long scar across his face, nightmares that plagued him. And better than anything, you knew the prices you’ve paid. Although all your limbs are still intact you also sported a scar across your face, stretching from the left side of your temple, to the right side of your chin. Obi-wan sighed, slouching a bit.

“That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”

“I understand how you meant it.” You said to him, and truly you did.

There was an angry growl that sounded down the hallway, and we both looked at Anakin, who was getting visibly frustrated with Ahsoka. The wrinkle in his forehead is deep, and even from down the hall I can tell his jaw is tightly clenching.

We made our way down the hallway, hearing the very familiar bickering between Anakin and his padawan.

“Ahsoka!” Obi-wan happily greeted as we walked towards them.

“Master Kenobi.” She responded. She was seething, you could tell by the way her jaw was clenched and the furrow of her brow. Obi-wan opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a padawan, who ran down the hallway.

“Something urgent has come up, Masters Yoda and Windu request the your presence!” She exclaimed, we all looked at each other, trying to figure out who was going and who would stay.

“Padme has a meeting to attend to tonight, so you three go. I’ll meet you guys later.”

“I’ll stay back-” Anakin started speaking, obviously looking for any reason to escape his padawan.

“Absolutely not. Y/N is more than capable to do a job she has been doing for the past week. Plus, let the ladies spend some time together.” Obi-wan said, smiling a bit at you. You tried not to smile, but your lip twitched ever so slightly, which Anakin surely saw.

“I’m a lady! Y/N, I can help you!” You sighed, knowing Ahsoka must accompany Anakin.

“I’m sorry Ahsoka, you must go with Anakin.”

“But-”

“Wherever he goes, you must follow.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you before.” She spoke, crossing her arms.

You remembered what is was like being in her shoes, having to do whatever you were told whenever they told you. Although, life is still very much following the orders of the council, being a young Padawan was like being on a very short leash. You could hear Anakin quietly lecture her about how she spoke, but you took nothing to heart.

The walk to Padme’s room was short, the hallways eerily silent. She opened up the door before you could get the second knock, smiling as she invited you in.

“I never understand why we cannot just agree on something within one day, but now we’ve been here for nearly a week. A week where we could have turned the tables in this war. Instead, we are inside fighting on how to stop a war that will soon be on our doorstep.”

The one thing you learned about Padme since she came to Coruscant was that she was determined. Whatever task she put her mind to would be done, one way or another. She never stopped fighting for what she thinks is right, even if she lost. This made her quick to become your friend. Her unwavering kindness, and friendly smile sucked you in. It was a breath of fresh air in this otherwise stuffy order.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “It must be boring to hear me complain about the after you just have to stand there everyday-”

“I don’t mind, Padme.” You tried to reassure her. “It’s better than listen to Anakin and Ahsoka bicker.” You said with a laugh. She also laughed at this, agreeing heavily with your statement. “They are more alike than I think they both realize. But she’s good for him, keeps him a little more... grounded per say.”

“They were guarding the door the other night, and I swear they never stopped talking out there.” Padme said with another laugh. “ I remember that’s how he and Obi-wan used to be.”

“Oh yeah,” you responded. “Tell me about it. “Anakin was never one to take orders, he did whatever he thought was right, even if at the time it wasn’t so. I think he’s finally realizing exactly how Obi-wan felt all this time.”

“But you guys would always save each other, you always followed him, as did Obi-wan.”

“Obi-wan and Anakin are like brothers.” You said. “Not only does Obi-wan have a commitment to Anakin, but Obi-wan cares for him. I think he used Anakin to fill the gap, to fill his time so he wouldn’t have to think about what happened to his master. Obi-wan dropped everything for Anakin, and together they are, they are truly magnificent. They are brothers, through and through.”

“You always followed after him too. I may be a busy Senator, Y/N, but I am not blind.”

“It’s a difficult situation. But yes, I will always follow him into whatever he needs. I grew up with him, after my master died, I was almost taken in by them. I never knew how badly I needed someone to rely on before I knew Anakin.”

“And that is how you got the scar, following him?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t mean anything by that.” That was the other thing about Padme, she was genuinely a good person. In this time, you don’t meet too many of those.

“I don’t mind, it doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. I hated it when I first got it, of course the pain of it was horrible. But I saw it as a failure, it was a permanent mark of a loss I couldn’t hide. Everyone could see it, and everything would think I was weak. It was Anakin who told me otherwise. Of course now he has one to match. He told me to view it as a warning.”

“A warning?” She asked. Sitting down on the huge white comforted bed.

“A warning to anyone who tries to take me on again. I laughed the first time he said it, it sounded so stupid and childish, but I never shied away from the fact I had it ever again.”

“Sounds like he’s taught you a lot.” She said with a smirk. You stared at her, a shocked expression on your face.

“Now, Senator Amaidala, I have no idea what you are trying to insinuate!”

“Maybe it has something to do with how fond you two are of each other, or the fact that every time you walk into a room he turns red-”

A knock on the door stopped you both mid conversation. You looked at the time, late, but not too late where this would be a cause for concern. You opened the heavy wooden door to a droid, he held a platter containing two glasses of water.

“From Obi-wan.” It spoke, more robotic than you’ve ever heard a droid.

“Thank you.” You said, smiling to the droid as you closed the door. You set the platter down on one of the side tables, Padme walking over to you to grab a glass.

“That droid had good timing,” Padme said, as you sipped the water. “Stopped right when I was finally about to express how you two act when you see each other.”

But you weren’t focused on what she was saying, nor could you really hear her at all. There was that sense, the sense that told you something was wrong, very wrong. It had hit you almost immediately, the smell the water had, and the little bit of a green residue on the glass.

Poison.

You dropped the glass, causing it to shatter and water flew in a million droplets all over the carpeting. Although it felt like your bones weighed a thousand pounds each, you managed to smack the glass out of Padme’s hand.

“Y/N?” She sounded panicked, you didn’t realize you were on the ground until you saw her lean over you. It was as you were under water. Your sight was glossy, and moving as if looking at her under a wave. You couldn’t make out what she said to you, but in a flash she was gone. The only thing above you were the high ceilings, and the orange glows of the lamps lit in the room.

“How could you be so stupid? You should have sensed this, known this. Obi-wan wouldn’t send anything to the room, but you heard the name and didn’t even question where it came from. You had let your guard down, you were comfortable with your friend, and that was never something you should have done while guarding her life. You were smarter than this, smart enough to not let friendships get in the way of your job. But apparently, you weren’t.

In could have been two seconds, or two hours. Your brain couldn’t tell, but soon you could make out the sound of footsteps. Four people stood in front of you, all yelling and moving around. You recognized Padme’s worried voice, the voice of Anakin shouting some orders at Ahsoka, the voice of Obi-wan.

You had always wondered how Obi-wan did it. In the worst, the most stressful situations, he was the most calm. But there was nothing calm about his features now. Even with the distorted vision you had, you could see how worried he was. Your body was lifted up from the ground, the mechanical arm wiring soft noises next to your ear. Which could only mean one thing. Anakin. Your vision was almost all black, but you could make out his messy hair, and the gloss that nw settled over his eyes. Where had everyone else gone? What was going on?

In that very moment, that very millisecond of time, everything stopped. There was no laughter, no light, no breathing, no air. No more meetings, no more death, no more maps, no more holonet communications. No more fighter planes, no more cruisers, no more stars. There was only you and him, that’s all there ever was, all there ever will be. There were only his salty tears, but no sound to his voice. His Adams apple bobbed up and down as his mouth opened and closed. Maybe screaming, maybe screaming for someone, something, anything. Colors flashed passed your eyes, green like the garden in Coruscant, blue like the sea in Naboo, gold like the sands in Tatooine. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end, maybe this is how your story was written from the moment you were born. You would grow up, fight, and die. Never experiencing much else all the planets had to offer. Maybe when you died you would get the chance to rewrite your story, write it full of love and laughter. Maybe you’d wake up and this would all be a sick nightmare that you’d wake up from in a cold sweat. But maybe, just maybe this was it. This was all it is. This was dying. Is this what you’ve avoided all those times? Was this what innocent people saw? What countless Jedi saw everyday? What would Anakin see? Or Obi-wan, or Ahsoka? Would they see these colors? Or would they remember everything that happened in their lives? Would they remember the story they are leaving behind? The life, the legacy they have created? Would innocent lives mourn their deaths? Would children weep in the streets at their fallen bodies? Would anyone remember their names? Maybe time would pass, and their graves would grow moss like a sickness growing inside them. Maybe time would pass, and those weeping children would tell their children about the brave soldiers that fought for their freedom. Maybe there would be nothing, just a flash of light and then it would all be over. No remains of what once was. Maybe there would just be Anakin, holding your life in his arms, the life of his best friend, his equal, the one who he truly loves more than life and all the stars. Would you leave him to walk this world alone? Would you leave him to fight, to die, in a world who never understood him? But no other choice was given to you, there was no hand of another being, no light, no rope to pull you to a better place. There was no sign of anything else. Just his trembling hands, just his voice that you cannot hear over the pounding of your blood and the beating of your heart. Was this all there was? Just a vast open nothingness for you to live out the rest of eternity? This was the dance of death, this over and over spinning in circles waiting for something to change. You’ve danced this dance for years, maybe it was finally time for you to stop. Were you truly afraid of death? Or were you afraid of what you’d leave behind. Maybe you’ve gone mad. Or maybe, you’re finally seeing this world for what it truly has to offer you. Nothing but fear, for the world doesn’t make you, the world doesn’t shape your being, your existence, your soul. Only you do. You choose what you fear and what you do not, you choose whether you get back up and fight or whether or not you stand down. You choose, because this cold and unforgiving world will always try and choose for you, and trust that it never gives you the option you so desire. The planets will eat away at your body until you’re nothing but a memory, and maker be damned, but that’s not how this story will end. For this story, your story, is about you. And it will not end at the hand of some selfish bastard who didn’t even have the guts to kill you hand to hand. It will only end when you’ve truly had time to accept it. It will only end, once you’ve done everything you’ve been put here to do. Your story, Anakin’s story, the Galactic Republic’s story isn’t amazing, isn’t great, but it’s the only one you know. So get up, get up and fight for it. Get up and fight for a chance to permanently alter this story. Because if you do not do it now, you never will.

Medical droids were busying themselves around you when you finally opened your eyes. It felt as if they’d been closed for a millennium. But the face you saw at the side of the bed was not the one you were expecting. Not the rough around the edges best friend of yours, but his padawan.

“Ahsoka?” You whispered. Although you did not want to whisper, but your voice could barley form the words to speak.

“Master Y/N!” She jumped up from her chair, rushing the medical droids over to examine you. She waited quietly, muttering something to R2 to beeped happily and left the room. Once the droids had left you once again, she came back over.

“We’ve been so worried about you. Master Obi-wan has barley been seen by anyone, and Mas-”

“Where is Anakin?” You croaked out. Not feeling bad that you had just completely cut the young girl off.

“I just sent R2 to get him. He refused to leave this room for so long that Master Yoda had to force him out. It got kind of ugly, but he’s been sneaking in every night to see you. You’ve been out for a couple weeks-”

“A couple weeks?” You croaked again, cutting her off again as well.

A couple weeks? What had happened with the meetings? Padme? What was the conclusion the senators finally came to?

So many questions went spiraling through your head that it began to pound. But before your thoughts had started to spiral too bad, you heard it.

“Y/N.” You recognized that voice anywhere, you could pick it out of a crowd of a million people. You turned your head as much as you could, seeing him rush through the door and to your side. You didn’t know when Ahsoka left, but you were grateful to her for leaving you two alone in this moment.

He sat on the bed, both his hands on the sides of your face. He looked pretty much the same, just some big bags under his eyes that weren’t there before. But you blocked that out, and closed your eyes as he connected his forehead to yours. The energy radiating off him would power the entire planet, and you wondered if his is how he’s been al these weeks that you laid here unmoving.

“Is Padme okay?” You spoke softly, the roughness of your voice raising more alarms in Anakin’s mind. But he smiled, a smile of relief.

“You saved her, you saved her life.” You nodded at that, feeling a knot of stress release itself within your body. “Maker I thought I lost you. I tried to be here, I didn’t leave for so long. I wanted to be here-”

You cut him off my lightly laying your thumb over his lips, the rest of your hand resting on his cheeks like he had his only moments ago.

“I know, Anakin.” The reassurance made the soft tears leave his eyes, and he closed them sharply.

“You looked dead, you just went limp. You went limp in my arms, and all the color drained from your face. Your eyes, they were just dull.” He explained, reopening his eyes and looking to you. “I will never let anything like this happen again, I promise.”

“I’m alive, I will be okay. I promised you long ago I would never leave you alone. And by all the stars as my witness I’m sticking to that promise Ani.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You were still loopy, and not sure if the words you just heard were even real. Maybe you just imagined them in the state you are in.

“W-what?” You asked him, your gaze never leaving his.

“I love you, I’m in love with you. I just want you to know- I just, I can’t keep this inside anymore. I’ve loved you since I was a kid, and almost losing you. Holding your dying body in my arms, I-” He was still choking on his tears, leaving wet streaks down his gorgeous face. “I never want to be away from you. I am in love with you. And it would have killed me everyday of my life if I never got the chance to tell you that.”

You didn’t know what to say, still half convinced this was a fever dream you’d soon wake up from. Your voice failed you, so instead you pulled him down to meet your lips. A simple thing you had imagined doing for so many years. You never would have imagined the warmth that radiated off of them, or how smooth they would feel against your own. You were both calm in that moment, but desperate to show how you felt other than using words. His lips were flushed as he pulled away, but not as flushed as his cheeks were.

“I love you, Anakin Skywalker.” You said, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you said it. You never imagined that this situation would be how you both confessed your feelings for each other. You had always thought maybe on some remote planet far away, were you could get away from the war, from the order, and live in complete freedom and happiness. But instead, it was on a bed in the medical wing of Coruscant, with medical droids buzzing in the background. But it couldn't be more perfect to you, and it couldn't be more perfect to him. To Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, to the love of your life.

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The Bond Between Us ~ 11

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,345ish

Summary: Obi-Wan gets summoned to the Jedi Council Chambers, running into you when he gets there.

Notes: There’s a slight mention of the flashback scene from the Kenobi series, if anyone will even notice. The scene will actually show up in the Kenobi chapters. Please send thoughts and comments and what you enjoyed and such! I love seeing it all! Reblogs, comments, and asks are always welcome! Also, I just had to use this gif. I just love it so much.

Obi-Wan was beginning to question how he ever lived without your friendship. He was longing to just walk beside you or talk to you or feel your Force signature. Something. You had been gone for weeks with no word from you and the Council was not willing to disclose any information as well. Every time he tried to reach out to you with the Force, he came up blank. He was starting to think you might have died and nobody was willing to tell him.

It was almost exactly five weeks to the day Obi-Wan last saw you when he was summoned to the Jedi Council Chambers. He was nervous, to say the least, and trying his best to keep his thoughts and emotions in check. When he arrived at the Chambers, the doors were opened to reveal you walking out. Obi-Wan’s eyes immediately did a sweep of you, checking to see if you were okay and in tack. The only notable difference that he could see was the lack of your Padawan braid.

“Y/N,” he gasped. “You’re back. Are you alright? Why have you been gone for so long?”

“Master Kenobi,” you smiled. He tried not to flinch at the formality. “I wish I could answer your questions but the Council is waiting for you.”

“Then will you wait for me to be finished?”

“I’m afraid that I must move my things to my new room.”

“Your new room?”

“Yes, the Council has granted me permission to be closer to the other Jedi. Come find me once you’re finished and we can talk then.”

“Yes, okay.”

Obi-Wan smiled as he watched you walk away. He was happy that you were finally back at the Jedi Temple. Now he only needed to get this Council meeting over with quickly in order to talk to you about why you disappeared for five weeks. Obi-Wan entered the Chambers and stood in the middle. He immediately noticed an empty chair.

“Master Kenobi, thank you for joining us,” Master Windu said.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan responded with a slight head bow. “How may I be of service?”

Several of the Jedi Masters shared a look, not going unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

“Like to offer you a seat on the Council, we would,” Yoda said.

“What?” Obi-Wan breathed out in shock.

“You have shown great strength, leadership, and knowledge in the Force,” Windu complimented. “We would be honored to have you on the Council.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan bowed again. “I am honored you find me worthy.”

“Please,” Windu motioned to the empty seat. Obi-Wan took a deep breath as he walked over and took his place on the Council. “Now, there are multiple items on the agenda for today. The first is the war. The Senate and Chancellor have asked the Jedi to be Generals over the clones.”

“Worried, I am about this,” Yoda admitted. “But see no way out, I do.”

“I see no way out as well,” Master Plo Koon said.

“Who would the General’s be?” Obi-Wan wondered.

“Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights would fill the role of Generals,” Mace answered. “Padawan’s would be Commanders.”

“Brings up our question, it does,” Yoda said. “Master Obi-Wan, ready for the trials is your Padawan?”

“You’re considering Anakin for the trials?” Obi-Wan questioned.

“Yes,” Ki-Adi responded. “We need all the Generals we can get.”

“And despite his lack of following orders, Skywalker is a great strategist and leader,” Windu admitted. “As well as strong in the Force.”

“I believe that my Padawan could pass the trials.”

“But ready, do you believe him to be?” Yoda pressed.

“Our former Padawan Y/N, though only interacting with Skywalker a few times in the last ten years, believes that Anakin is ready,” Windu explained. Obi-Wan tried to ignore the pride that swelled in him at the information that you were no longer a Padawan. “Do you believe Skywalker is ready?”

Obi-Wan silently thought for a second. He had just dueled Anakin last week and thought that he wasn’t ready due to how he went about his attacks. You knew of the way Anakin’s emotions controlled him. You had volunteered yourself for a name change and separation because of it. So if you believed Anakin to be ready, there had to be a reason behind it and Obi-Wan would trust it.

“Yes, I do,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Bring your Padawan to us, Master Obi-Wan,” Yoda requested. “The trials, he will start.”

~~~

Over the last five weeks, you had completed your trials, was knighted in a private ceremony with just the Jedi Council, and had been sent on assignment to Kamino. On Kamino, you began setting up how the Jedi would oversee the training of the clones. At first, you had argued with the Council about sending you, especially since you were against this war. But you did not prevail and willing did what the Council asked you to.

During your time away, you missed Obi-Wan more than you cared to admit. In just the short time you had been reunited, you could feel the growth in your bond tenfold. It was part of the reason you had to shield your signature from him. Besides the fact that the Council asked for you to keep your assignment a secret as they figured out how involved the Jedi would be in the war, you had just become a Jedi Knight and knew that breaking the Code would be even more frowned upon now.

You were very grateful to be back at the Jedi Temple. Though having only been gone a few weeks, it felt like a lifetime. Upon arriving back, you were summoned straight to the Council Chambers. There, you reported on your assignment as well as answered questions about how you felt about Anakin being ready for the trials. You had expressed your confusion, saying that only Master Kenobi and the Council could deem him fit or not but they insisted on an answer from you.

So, trusting in what you were sensing in the Force, you told him that you believed Anakin was ready and that Master Kenobi had done a wonderful job in his training. It was then that you were told that Obi-Wan was going to be offered a seat on the Council. You couldn’t help but be excited for Obi-Wan. He deserved that seat and you knew that he would honor and respect it more than another Master would.

After also having been told that you could move rooms, your meeting with the Council ended. When you exited the room, Obi-Wan was walking up. You bit the inside of your cheek as you took in how handsome he looked. You greeted him, knowing that the Council was listening in, and told him to come and find you after his meeting.

You, not so willingly, left him in front of the Council room and went to get your new room sorted. You didn’t have very many personal belongings, a Jedi wasn’t supposed to, so it was easy moving into your new room. You had honestly never been in the part of the Jedi Temple where the quarters were. You just never had any need to. You felt slightly out of place as you made your way to your new room, seeing Jedi walk in and out of rooms while talking to each other. It must be nice, to have friendships like that. You were too distracted by watching the other Jedi interact to notice that you were going to run into someone.

“Woah, watch out where you’re going, Y/N,” Anakin’s voice rang in your ears.

“Sorry, Ani,” you replied, lowering your head in embarrassment.

“What are you doing all the way down here? You’ve never been to this part of the Temple.”

“The Council is letting me move rooms and be closer to the other Jedi.”

“The Council’s favorite finally gets to be part of the regular crowd.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, everyone knows you’re the Council’s favorite. It’s no secret. Don’t worry, no one except me knows why. Well, besides Obi-Wan.”

Something about what Anakin was telling you stood out the most. “I… I’m talked about?”

“Younger Jedi can be the worst gossips.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt like all eyes were on you. You had the urge to shrink into yourself. “Anakin, would you mind showing me to my new room? I… I would like to get things set up and then meditate.”

“Always work and no play with you. Come on,” Anakin turned around, “I think I know where your room is.”

You anxiously followed Anakin further down the hall. You kept glancing around, feeling like everyone was staring at you.

“Here it is,” Anakin said, stopping in front of one of the many similar-looking doors. “Right where I thought it would be.”

You looked up and saw that a nameplate had been placed on your door. Foolish enough, you had thought that perhaps the Council would have had it say ‘Y/N Skywalker’, but they had it as ‘Y/N L/N’. You sighed.

“Obi-Wan is the door to the right of yours,” Anakin told you.

“He is?” You questioned, failing to mask the excitement.

“Yes,” he chuckled. A beeping sound came from his communicator on his rest. “It’s Obi-Wan. I’ve got to go.”

“Thanks for showing me to my room, Ani.”

“Anytime. See you around.”

You took a deep breath as you turned to face your new door. You stepped up to it, causing it to slide open. Entering, you immediately noticed how quaint it was. There was a small living space and kitchenette to the left with another doorway to the right that you knew led to the bedroom and refresher. Your head snapped back to focus on the hallway when you heard Jedi whispering as they walked by. Unable to think anything but that they were whispering about you, you hurried further into your room, the door sliding shut behind you.

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Obi-Wan was tired, to say the least. The Council meeting had lasted longer than he would have hoped. Anakin and himself had to find the Council on how many trials Anakin would have to take since he had already been and gone through so much. The Council eventually agreed with the Master and Padawan. It was decided that Anakin would start the rest of the trials tomorrow, with Obi-Wan’s guidance. That meant that Obi-Wan only had the rest of the day to see you since he didn’t know how long he could be gone with Anakin.

As he headed for his room, Obi-Wan began to sense your signature. He smiled, believing that you were waiting in his room for him. He passed by the room next to his, having to pause and do a double take when he realized your signature was coming from there and that there was a nameplate on the door with your name on it. Obi-Wan’s smile grew as he went to knock. He paused before his knuckles made contact on the door. Something wasn’t right in your signature. There was an anxiousness and self-consciousness coming from your signature that he had never felt from you before. Obi-Wan quickly grew concerned.

“Y/N?” Obi-Wan called as finally knocked. “It’s me, Obi-Wan.”

You had heard him but didn’t respond. You were sitting on your couch with your legs pressed up against your chest. Your chin was resting on your knees as you stared blankly across the room.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan tried again. “I can sense you in there… please let me in.” Still nothing. “Fine, I’m coming in myself.” He waved his hand, using the Force to open the door. When he saw your position on the couch, he rushed over. “Y/N? Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Obi-Wan knelt down in front of you. His hands itched to touch you but he wasn’t going to cross any boundaries that you weren’t prepared for. He noticed that your eyes were glazed over and that you weren’t focusing on him. Pushing out his signature, he wrapped it around yours. Your body had an immediate reaction, loosening up from its ridged form.

“Little star…” Obi-Wan breathed out.

“I’m a freak,” you whispered. Even with how close Obi-Wan was, he could barely pick it up.

“What? Did someone say something?”

“They didn’t have to… The way they’re staring and whispering and Anakin said that everyone believes that I’m the Council’s favorite,” your words began to speed up as you heaved breaths. “I’m the Jedi freak who was kept away from the rest of the Order and specially taught and trained. I don’t have any friends or acquaintances. I am all alone.”

“Y/N, slow down, breathe.”

Obi-Wan moved his head to force you to make eye contact as one of his hands went to rest on your foot and the other came up to cradle your face. You looked into his eyes as yours filled with tears.

“I’m the Jedi Temple freak,” you repeated.

“No,” Obi-Wan shook his head, “you are not the Jedi Temple freak.”

“But they keep whispering and staring…”

“They are just jealous, little star. You’ve gotten the best training than any other Jedi ever has. They have heard of your connection with the Force and your fighting techniques. They are simply just interested in you.”

You stayed silent, slow tears beginning to fall down your face. “I didn’t ask to be kept away from everyone… I only wished to do what was right for Anakin… That’s all I’ve ever wanted…”

“Oh, my little star… you are too kind and wise for your own good.” He moved to sit beside you on the couch. Gently, he took your hands and placed them with his in his lap. His thumbs began rubbing the back of your hands. “The other Jedi are going to whisper and stare, unfortunately. Anakin experienced the same thing when I first started training him. He learned to deal with it quickly. I do wish that you had the same opportunity as he did, but I will help you now as I helped him then.”

“Really?”

“Have I ever done anything to cause you to doubt me?”

“Well, no. But we also just became friends again.”

“Again? We weren’t?”

“You know what I mean.”

One of his hands came up to your face. You leaned into his hand. “I promise I will help you get through this, little star. You won’t be alone.”

“Yet, if I am correct, you are helping start Anakin’s trials tomorrow.”

Obi-Wan sighed, letting his hand come back down to his lap. “That is correct.”

“I will be fine, Obi. I will train and meditate, and show them what I am capable of doing. I am sorry you had to deal with me like this…”

“Please do not apologize, little star. I am happy to help.”

You nodded. “Oh my gosh, I just remembered what happened today. You were offered a seat on the Council. Here I am worried about trivial things and you go offered the highest honor that could be bestowed upon a Jedi.”

Obi-Wan shook his head with a small smile. “Your needs were more important than any congratulations I could hear.”

“Well, congratulations anyway. I am so proud of you.”

Obi-Wan’s heart swelled. You were proud of him. “Thank you. And Anakin will be starting his trials tomorrow. I do believe that a lot of it had to do with you.”

“The Council wanted an answer and I gave the one the Force was telling me to.” You paused, feeling around Obi-Wan’s signature for a moment. “You are concerned about Anakin’s readiness for the trials.”

“I am,” he sighed. “He just still has a lot to learn. His emotions control him. He is not mindful of his thoughts. He is more focused on victory than anything else in a fight, which causes him to lose.”

You nodded along as he spoke. “All of your concerns are valid, Obi. I honestly wouldn’t have told the Council that Ani was ready if the Force hadn’t told me to do so. But for some reason, he needs to go through the trials right now.”

“I wish that I had your connection with the Force, little star.”

“It is both a blessing and a burden.”

“You still haven’t told me why you were gone for so long.”

You sighed. “I passed my trials and then the Council quickly knighted me afterward.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t let you have a regular knighting ceremony.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t need everyone staring at me like they’re doing now.”

“Did your trials take you that long to complete?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I was faster than they ever thought was possible. Making the Council very proud. After my knighting, they immediately assigned me to go back to Kamino.”

“Kamino? Whatever for?”

“I started the oversight of the training of the clones… for this war we’ve gotten ourselves mixed up in.”

“They sent you?”

You nodded. “Yes. They wanted someone they could trust to go.”

“And they couldn’t trust a Master? Or themselves?”

“I do not know, Obi-Wan. I only did as I was told.”

“Will you be stationed on Kamino during the war?” Obi-Wan was slightly hoping you would say yes, it would be safer for you than the frontlines.

“No.” You could feel the worry building up in Obi-Wan’s signature. “I will be a General on the frontlines.” Obi-Wan looked away. “I will be fine, Obi-Wan. I am able to take care of myself. I’ve done it for a while now.”

“Yes, but this is different, Y/N.” He looked back at you. “This is war.”

“I know that this is war. The Force reminds me with every breath I take. I can feel it all around, slowly building in the air until it will eventually not allow me to breathe anymore. I can promise to take care of myself the best that I can, but can you and Anakin promise the same? I know you both and have heard stories of how chaotic things can get on assignments with the two of you. I know that Jedi are not supposed to feel fear, but I do fear what may happen to the both of you. I don’t know how I would be able to go on without Anakin…” You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours. “Without you…” You nervously met his gaze.

“That is my fear as well, little star. I guess we must promise each other to try our best to prevent the other from fretting.”

“I guess so…”

You two sat there, staring at each other. Your signatures were still tangled with each other, trying to ease each other's fears.

“I should go,” he whispered, keeping eye contact with you. “I have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you should go,” you responded softly. Obi-Wan made no move to go. “Or… we could sit here and you could help me try to sleep? My mind is still struggling to believe I’m not the Temple freak.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Alright. I can say a little longer.”

The logical, Jedi part of Obi-Wan was screaming at himself. He was breaking the Code, even if he was just “helping a friend”. He really knew there was more behind it. Obi-Wan didn’t care at the moment, he just wanted to help you. Besides, he would just stay until you were asleep, then he would go to his own room. So, slowly, he reached around you, putting his arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. You carefully rested your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes already drooping.

Obi-Wan kissed your head. “Of course, little star.”

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commanderfoxdeservesbetter · 2 years

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Craziest hcs for commander cody or hcs no one would expect for him please & much thankyouness🧡

Craziest headcanons for Commander Cody (or hcs no one would ever expect) lmaoooo I don’t know if these are crazy but they’re what I got

Commander Cody is absolutely the funniest Commander there is

Going from that, it’s because he’s unhinged. Everyone would expect it to be Wolffe with his teeth, Bly with his lovesick tendencies or even Fox with his deadpan humor, but Between having to deal with Obi-Wan “I’m going to flirt with every enemy I have and lose my lightsaber” Kenobi and Anakin “violence mwahahahha” Skywalker, Cody had to compensate

Alongside that, he was Obi-Wan’s Commander when Anakin was still a Padawan so at that point, it was either babysit Anakin or be just as unhinged to pull him back

Anakin still can never get anything past Cody

His raised eyebrow has Anakin spilling secrets faster than anything Obi-Wan ever could have done

Cody hates tea. He hates it with a passion and it’s only because he’s friends with Obi-Wan that he doesn’t automatically spit it out

That being said, since Anakin also hates tea, whenever Cody thinks Anakin needs a punishment, he’ll just give him tea and raise an eyebrow

He still does it even when Anakin is a General

Cody started kicking droids when he had to save Obi-Wan from an attack and he had no blasters and a broken hand

It was worth it

Anakin jokes that he was part droid since it never seemed to hurt him and he replied back with “I mean you could with your robotic arm”

Obi-Wan had to discourage Anakin from punching droids

Cody eggs him on when Obi-Wan isn’t looking

Cody knew about Padme and Anakin’s secret marriage within the first week he met Anakin

He let Anakin know with a “I hope you treat her well” when Anakin finished his knighting trials

Cody made sure that Rex was put Captain of the 501st because he knew Anakin would watch his back

Also he wanted to see how long it would take for Rex to break out of the fold of not being good enough because of his blonde hair

Cody once put itching powder in Wolffe’s blacks when he got back from the Malevolence incident to distract him and get him out of his room

It worked

Cody had a black eye for two weeks

Wolffe thanked him later in the war for it because he didn’t know if he would have continued on or tried to March on with his Pack

Ponds tried to explain to Mace Cody’s humor only for the man to say “I see”

Cody made sure to never joke around Mace so that Ponds would seem crazy by his General

He ended up breaking that silent dare when Boba tried to attack Mace

He scooped up the cadet (Boba’s not a cadet but he’s the size of one so Cody doesn’t think it matters all that much) and said “sorry cadet but we have a height restriction. No one shorter than 4 feet is allowed near a Jedi”

Boba hisses like a cat at him and tries to scratch him

“I’m older than you!”

“I’m taller than you.”

He ended up bringing Boba on the ship to avoid the Chancellor from putting him on trial

Boba didn’t appreciate it until Cody gave him a gun and took him on a “specs” mission

It wasn’t a real mission but Cody wasn’t gonna tell Boba that

“Shoot those droids and well leave when you’re not angry anymore”

They didn’t leave till 6 hours later

Boba tried to run away 12 times during his stay with Cody and Cody caught him all 12 times

The 13 time, Cody just gave him a blaster and said the 212th will be there for him if he needs it

Boba didn’t leave despite the opening

He now hangs in the vents and protects the ship when they’re on the ground

Cody owns a handmade slingshot

He uses it to pelt Rex and other clones when he’s bored or annoyed at them

He used it once on Fox and Fox got him back with his own slingshot

He once stole one boot from each of his batchmates at the beginning of the war after they got their paint on it

He wears them when he feels nostalgic

He stole one of Rex’ when he become Captain of 501st

He used to jump out of ships when Anakin was a Padawan to help teach him to catch him before he would splat on the ground

This is why Anakin does it to Rex because he thought since Rex is close to Cody, he wouldn’t mind

Rex does mind

A lot

He never figured out that Cody was the one to ingrain this habit in Anakin

Cody would still jump out of ships if the 212th and the 501st work together

Cody can do a handstand and can even balance on one hand

He believes this to be his greatest achievement

Cody likes to window shop

It’s inconvenient to do when they are at war but if there’s a shop nearby where the 212th is stationed, he’ll get souvenirs for his batchmates

Cody does not get paid yet he still somehow has credits

This is because he made a deal with Hondo to give him credits and he’ll tell him where the best rum is

This is why Hondo kidnaps Obi-Wan a lot

When Cody heard about Obi-Wan “dying”, he didn’t believe it and just told Rex to tell him when Obi-Wan is back - after all, it was his shore leave

The first time Cody met the Bad Batch was on Kamino and it was on complete accident

He ran into them with Nala Se and from their face, he could only assume that she was about to decom them

He stepped in

She let him train them for two weeks to improve their scores and during that time, he got them to work as a team but most importantly, to realize that they are vod as well and vod stick together

He gave them Fox’ and his own personal comm number in case they ever needed anything

He also makes sure to include them in his souvenir gift list

(He’s also the reason Crosshair is a Swiftie skjskjskj - I’m sorry I had to add that in)

He considers Echo and Fives his little cousins due to Rex adopting them and spoils them whenever he sees them

Meaning he tells them all the best prank ideas and covers for them and gives them any item they ask for when they meet

He is the reason they got away with dying Rex’ hair blue

As well as Anakin’s

And Obi-Wan’s

But he’s too smart for them and switched their bottles with his and they ended up accidentally dying their own hair when they targeted him

Cody will barge into Fox’ office randomly when he’s on shore leave and forcibly get Fox to rest

He’ll bribe the other Commanders with alcohol when he comes

Thorn is an expensive Vod though and demands more than alcohol

He is the reason Cody had to start a little black market within the GAR

All that just to spend time with Fox

It’s worth it every time

Cody once tried to matchmake Bly and Aayla at the start of the war because he couldn’t stand their lovesick looks

Turns out they have been dating since Bly got assigned to her and they just are lovesick with each other

Cody almost lost his lunch when he realized

Cody likes to check up on his batchmates when he can

And his batchmates’ Generals

And his batchmates’ General’s Padawan

This is how he was able to talk to Barriss before she did anything risky

He got Gree involved and they got her reassigned after being made a knight to a post where she can help clone medics with civilians and Vod

It wasn’t much but it was enough for her to feel like she is doing something right

He tries to check up on her when he can though Gree is the one she mainly talks to

Cody once convinced his batchmates to eat a bug after Anakin kept doing it as a Padawan

Cody also once drugged Obi-Wan when he stayed up a consistent 78 hours on a campaign

Cody has a count of how many times Obi-Wan has lost his lightsaber and his robes and has flirted with the enemy

Cody once punched Quinlan Vos in the stomach because the Jedi snuck up on him

Obi-Wan laughed

Quinlan got him back when he accidentally dropped one of Cody’s bottles of rum for Hondo

They had a prank war for a solid 7 months before Fox shut it down because he got caught in one of Cody’s brilliant ideas

On the bright side, it revealed Palpatine as a Sith

On the down side, he ended up losing control to the chip and being knocked into a coma for 4 months to finally gain back control

Yea that’s all I have ( @here-comes-the-moose if you don’t mind, i borrowed your HC of Crosshair being a Swiftie and mentioned it here)

Feel free to add your own if you want

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #commander cody #clone wars #commander fox #captain rex #obi wan and cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #tcw headcanons #the clone wars headcanon #clone wars headcanons #yes I took @herecomesamoose HC of Crosshair being a Swiftie and put it in here skjskjskj

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Star Wars Fic: Burden of Proof

(Part of my modern Obitine lawyers AU. Catch up on AO3.)

Burden of proof: The duty to prove disputed facts. In civil cases, a plaintiff generally has the burden of proving his or her case. In criminal cases, the government has the burden of proving the defendant's guilt.

XXX

She was a mature woman. A lawyer who had defended clients in all kinds of cases. A woman who had truly seen some of the darkest impulses within humanity.

So there was no reason for her to smile and skip along the sidewalk towards Ben's townhouse.

Yet Satine couldn't seem to help it lately. Certainly she was in some kind of strange honeymoon period, where she adored everything Ben did (especially that thing with his mouth) and found him perfect.

Well . . . no, he wasn't perfect. He was entirely too stubborn and had the fashion sense of a hermit.

But Ben Kenobi was hers, and she, Satine Kryze, was his.

After everything that had happened to them, sue her for wanting to burst into song.

Chuckling to herself, Satine climbed the steps to Ben's door and rang the bell as she juggled her overflowing briefcase, a bag of takeout for dinner, and her purse.

She could hear Ben speaking as he approached the door; once it was open, she could see he was on his phone.

"Yes, Anakin, I can see that," he said, giving her an apologetic look and a quick kiss. He took the bag of takeout from her and headed towards the kitchen, his voice floating back towards her as he kept speaking.

Satine slid off her jacket and stepped out of her heels, giving her toes a little wiggle. After she put down her briefcase and purse, she followed Ben into the kitchen and leaned against his back, pressing a kiss to his neck as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He let out the most delightful shiver, and if he had been talking to someone about work, she'd keep torturing him until he got off the phone. But he was talking to his foster brother and Satine wasn't about to interfere.

"Anakin, I assure you, as much as you'd like to press charges, it won't do anything."

Until Ben said that.

Letting go of him, Satine moved to face Ben and gave him a look, setting her hands on her hips.

"One second, Anakin," Ben said, before moving the phone away. "He's getting hassled by a city cop and he wants to bring him up on harassment charges."

"And you think it won't do anything?" Satine said, quirking an eyebrow.

"You don't know all the facts of the case--" Ben said, before he stopped and closed his eyes with a sigh. "That was a stupid thing to say."

Satine waited for him to look at her again before giving him a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth smile. "Yes, it was."

She plucked the phone from his fingers and put it to her ear. "Anakin? Hi, this is Satine. Talking to your brother is clearly getting you nowhere. Would you like a second opinion?"

"I mean . . ." came the deep voice she recognized from hearing it through Ben's phone so often. "If you don't mind? I wouldn't want to screw up your plans with Ben."

"Tonight is takeout and research, so no, it's fine," Satine said, leaning back against the counter and smirking at Ben. "Fire away."

Even as she listened to Anakin, taking in the information, she couldn't help watching Ben as he moved around the kitchen. Opening up the takeout containers and plating the food, selecting a bottle of wine and pouring them each a glass, gathering silverware and napkins: it was so domestic and lovely and how on Earth was he still so attractive to her while doing such basic activities?

Ben glanced at her and she nodded as Anakin finished speaking. "I don't necessarily agree with Ben that it would do nothing, but I will concede that it'd be very challenging to prove harassment. And there's no guarantee that the officer wouldn't be back on the job within weeks. But what I can do is give you a rundown on dealing with the police, especially since you're a PI. I'll get your number from Ben and call you tomorrow, if that's okay?"

"Thanks, Satine," Anakin said, sounding more cheerful. "I didn't really know what my options were. And even though Ben's the best lawyer there is, he's also my brother, y'know?"

Satine smiled softly as she looked at him. "I know."

"After this, now we really need to meet," Anakin said, clearly grinning on the other end. "You and Ben, me and Ahsoka--we should do dinner or something."

"Oh," Satine said, straightening up from her lean. "That's true. Why don't you coordinate that with Ben? He knows my schedule. Let me give the phone back to him."

Ben's eyebrows were raised as he took the phone back from Satine. "I was going to talk about non-lawsuit methods, Anakin, you just didn't let me get there."

Swallowing, Satine grabbed one of the glasses of wine and took a rather-too-large swallow.

Whatever Anakin said made Ben huff out a soft laugh. "I'll call you later," he said before hanging up and looking at Satine.

At his unspoken question, Satine let out a breath and walked over to him. "What if Anakin and Ahsoka don't like me?"

Ben frowned, looking slightly confused, before he suddenly let out a snort of laughter.

"I'm serious!" Satine said, lightly punching him in the shoulder.

"No need to prove it with violence," Ben said, taking her fist and kissing her knuckles. "They will grill you for a few minutes but quickly realize you are wonderful and there's nothing for them to worry about."

His confidence was inspiring, but she couldn't help the small kernel of doubt. "You mean it?"

Ben nodded, a soft smile on his face as he pulled her close. "And one day, when they're teasing you and pulling pranks on you and being so loud and utterly obnoxious, you'll wish you had never met them."

With a laugh, Satine let her head fall against his chest. "I guess we'll see."

He rubbed a hand down her back. "We will. Now, let's have dinner--I'm starving."

And when she lifted her head, she could tell he wasn't just talking about the food.

XXX

Maybe she should have worn a dress? Or would that have been too stuffy, especially since they were getting Mexican and tacos were always messy?

Giving her head a shake, Satine opened the door of the restaurant and stepped inside, looking around. She was meeting Ben, Anakin and Ahsoka here; she had a case going to trial on Monday and had needed extra time to prepare while Ben and his siblings spent the afternoon together.

She spotted him and smoothed down her pale pink sweater before walking over to the table. "Hi."

"Oh, thank God," Ben said, his eyes sparkling as he stood up and kissed her. "These two have been driving me crazy."

There was no annoyance or frustration in Ben's voice; in fact, he just sounded happy.

"We should have gone to the American Indian museum," Ahsoka said. "Not Air & Space for the hundredth time." She shot a look at Anakin, who shrugged.

"Planes and spaceships are way cooler than history."

"See what I mean?" Ben said before turning towards Anakin and Ahsoka. "This is Satine. Please try to act a little normal so she doesn't run screaming into the night?"

"No promises, Ben," Ahsoka said with a wide grin. She was stunning, in Satine's opinion: her skin was a deep tan, other than a few spots on her forehead and around her nose that lacked melanin. Ben had told Satine that Ahsoka's vitiligo sometimes earned her negative reactions, but Satine couldn't help smiling at Ahsoka's spunky energy. Her hair was streaked with white and blue and her fashion sense was definitely a million times better than Ben's.

Anakin set down his glass of water with a scoff. "Like Ben would pick someone that namby-pamby." He was just as attractive as Ben and Ahsoka, Satine thought as she sat down next to Ben and across from Anakin. His hair was light brown and curly and his blue eyes were full of mischief. A scar along one eyebrow and the prosthetic arm, both acquired during his time in Iraq, helped undercut his Botticelli angel appearance.

"It's true, I can't see Ben with anyone who doesn't like to argue," Satine agreed with a smile.

Ahsoka groaned. "He's the worst to argue with. He stays so logical, and the angrier you get, the more he stays calm."

"Except when I fight with Satine," Ben said, taking her hand under the table.

"Really?" Anakin said, smiling widely as he leaned forward on his arms. "This I gotta see sometime."

"I'm sure you will," Satine said, squeezing Ben's hand.

Both Anakin and Ahsoka looked positively gleeful. Ben let out a soft groan and covered his eyes with his free hand. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked, only half-rhetorically.

"Just lucky," Ahsoka said, while Anakin smirked and waggled his eyebrows at Satine.

And just like that, Satine felt any remaining anxiety drift away. She smiled brightly at Ben's siblings, then leaned over to kiss Ben's cheek. "So let's talk about food."

"Ben, she's a keeper," Anakin said, picking up his menu. "I want one of everything."

"You always say that and then you never finish it," Ahsoka said, sounding slightly distracted as she looks over her own menu.

"Leftovers are amazing."

As the two of them started to quietly bicker, Satine looked at Ben. He smiled and shrugged. "You see what I mean?"

"Nope," Satine said. "They're the wonderful ones. And you are lucky to have them."

A soft, gentle smile appeared on Ben's face. He leaned in close to her, practically whispering in her ear and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. "I know. But please, don't ever tell them I said that."

Giggling, Satine lifted her hand and cupped Ben's jaw, kissing him lightly.

Mock groans of disgust arose from their companions, and Satine couldn't help laughing. "All right, rascals," she said, turning to face them as she grabbed a menu, too. "I've never been here--what do you recommend?"

Amid Anakin's and Ahsoka's competing recommendations, as they grew louder and louder as they each defended their choices, Satine just kept smiling and kept holding Ben's hand.

Yes, they were loud, and probably a bit obnoxious. But meeting Anakin and Ahsoka had given Satine another piece of the puzzle that was Ben Kenobi.

And it made her love him all the more.

End.

#obitine #my fic #star wars

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 9~

Obi-Wan watches the end of Maul's translucent fins disappear beneath the water line, and scrubs a hand down his face. The jedi turns away, and plops down in a mediation pose next to the magma ball.

He hadn't quite realized the extent of it before, but the sith's mind was not… whole.

It had come out in the dips and flows of conversation. In questions about concepts that were common knowledge. Odd moments where yellow eyes would twitch off to the side, or stare into the distance. He expected any sith to be a little crazy, driven halfway to madness by the darkside itself, yes, but... this was something more.

Maul the dragonfish was a very different man from the unblinking, uncompromising apprentice he'd faced at Theed. Was it the… transformation? Was this clever, curious mind underneath the expressionless assassin all along? Was the sharp wit and quick tongue natural, or new? Obi-Wan didn't think he'd ever find out for sure.

And none of that really changed his most startling realization yet: that Maul was strangely good company when he wasn't being psychotic.

All the kidnapping and such aside, Obi-Wan hadn't… he hadn't played like a youngling tussling on the floor for the fun of it in... years? Hadn't curled up with someone to sleep next to since… well. It has been a bit. Bless him, but Anakin is a handful. Adults-only time for training and private pursuits had perhaps not been as common as they should have been these past six years.

It did not help that being on-world and free at the same time as his usual partners for casual assignations simply didn't happen enough for his, ah… tastes. Bant was a prodigious, in-demand healer, and Kit was always hairing off on another adventure.

Actually, the dry spell might explain why he couldn't stop wondering about…

More importantly, it didn't help that for being the prisoner of an evil, insane sith, Obi-Wan finds himself ever more comfortable. That was surely a bad sign. There was some sort of prisoner psychology thing… stackhold or some such? Yes, his experience was probably being colored by that.

He finds himself a bit concerned that such a thing could set in so quickly. His stay at the bottom of the sea thus far was measured in days, not weeks or months. Was his mind prone to the… stackholding?

Obi-Wan regrets not taking more psychology classes as a knight.

The jedi master hums, leaning closer to the black stone to soak up it's radiant heat.

“I need to stop enjoying myself when he picks on me,” he tells himself. “He's being a bully, and just because I like it doesn't mean it's okay to encourage him.”

Obi-Wan resolves to stop rising to provocation.

“I need to stop responding with humorous rejoinders when he is being a smart ass,” he affirms as well. “It only provides him openings to be entertaining and establish… rapport, and rapport leads to regard, which leads to…”

He resolves to be more bland in conversation.

“I must find a way to free myself. Anakin needs me. My duty is to the order, and to the people of the galaxy at large,” he states the obvious. "Though Maul seems... really quite lonesome, actually. Hmm."

His meditative self reflection continues, turning over those thoughts.

Yes he needed to go home, and to go home he needed to escape… but how? Plan Aurek had been a supreme failure.

Obi-Wan knew of a fair few animals, had connected with hundreds of different species in his lifetime… but rarely did he encounter one that was capable of prevaricating. The octopus he had called for aid had come… but it had been sentient enough to lie. To cunningly send him feelings of curiosity and friendliness under false pretenses.

The gorogoro had betrayed him. It had died horribly for it, but that was no comfort.

Obi-Wan sighs. That really had not been a good result for anyone. He still needs help though. Down, over, that way, something like a hundred yards off, he could feel the faint twinkle of his kyber. He assumes -hopes really- that his rebreather is there too.

With a heavy heart, he reaches out into the seas with the force, very careful to avoid the nexus of darkside that is Maul, and the glimmer of other gorogoro. He does not want a repeat of the previous situation, but he will not simply give up.

‘Hello?’ Obi-Wan calls, in feelings instead of words.

‘I’m friendly. I'm safe. I need help,’ he sends.

His gentle energy reaches plenty of creatures, but nothing so dexterous or intelligent as an octopus. Little fish swarm by the water’s edge, excited enough to make little plips and plonks of noise. They can't help him, but the sweetness is heartening nonetheless.

After a little while he gives up. Nothing else with enough force signature to be large or smart was nearby at the moment, but surely something with potential would happen by at some point?

What he does not sense, because it is impossible and so he is not paying attention, is the panicking flare of his padawan’s force bond. Thirteen some odd sectors away, his tiny call for help had been heard by a fifteen year old. One who had been worrying and wondering where his beloved master was.

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