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enviedear · 7 months

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this is an anakin request because i’m hyper fixating over him coming back in ashoka (spoiler alert)!

i was wondering if you would be down to write a fic based around friends to lovers. but like there is a whole admission thing brought on by jealousy.

backstory: reader & anakin trained together under obi-wan in the jedi temple, growing close as friends. but then he sees padme again and falls in love, when the reader is already in love with him. and when he says he’s gonna marry padme, reader looses it and admits their feelings.

i’m sorry this is so long & so specific but it’s been rotting in my brain

ily x

this ask really spoke to me as a certified jealous girl

okay so i'm not sure if this is perfect but i had a vision and went with it, so i hope you like it <3 this is angsty, so warnings for that. and also warning that reader is a jealous jealous jealous girl.

wc— 0.8k |tw— anger, jealousy, running away from your problems, unresolved ending, delulu reader <3

aggravation flares throughout the entirety of your being at the sight before you. anakin, your anakin, with his arms around Senator amidala.

he had mentioned her, far more than any normal amount, in the days leading up to seeing her again. and it wasn't such a bother at first.

you'd laugh off his worried nature at the idea of her presence. you'd ignore how loud his thoughts were whenever she was brought up. you had thought it nothing more than a crush, an interest, an idea.

he didn't even know her. not like you knew him.

and yet, here they were in a passionate embrace, completely immersed in each other and oblivious to your presence.

you clear your throat and watch them stumble away from eachother. anakin's eyes slowly meet yours for a split second and before he has the chance to explain himself, you're darting away.

fury. that's what you feel. seeing him cling onto her in the way you've ached desperately for him to want you, is torturous. you can't decide who deserves more of your wrath— yourself, for being foolishly devoted to a fellow jedi, or anakin, for not comprehending your obvious feelings.

as you run, you can feel him trailing you, can hear him calling out for you— but you continue to run. trying to find anywhere to hide in the damned naboo retreat.

you take a sharp left turn, only to be confronted with his towering figure.

"go away." your voice is dripping with vitrol.

anakin disregards your plea, instead grasping hold of your arm and yanking you into an isolated hallway, "please, y/n, don't be mad at me. i can't help it, i love her."

you fight against him and wrench your arm away from him, "you're insolent, skywalker. you don't love her. you just like to break rules."

he takes a step away from you in shock, "why are you being this way?" when you don't reply, he continues, "i know it's wrong but i do love her. i plan to marry her, here. i wanted you there— i want you to be there."

his words pierce through your soul like shards of glass, shattering your sanity until nothing remains but fragments of pain and anguish.

"marry her?" you can barely get the words out, suddenly feeling breathless.

your anger has evolved into something much worse – something injured and broken apart irrevocably.

anakin nods, his eyes softening as he looks at you. "yes, i love her that much," he says, almost pleading with you to understand.

you feel a pang in your chest as his words sink in. of course anakin was going to fall for someone; how could you ever expect him not to? but you so desperately wanted it to be you.

"i won't be there," you say, barely above a whisper. "i'm sorry."

anakin's face falls and it takes all of your willpower not to reach out and touch him, the way you're so used to. it would only make things worse.

"why?" he questions, eyes searching your own.

"because i—" you trail off for a moment before continuing more forcefully, "because i can't watch the person i love marry someone else."

it feels too real, admitting those feelings out loud to him. hearing yourself verbalize something that has been buried away for years. from the mind of the young girl who used to go easy on him when sparring, to the women in front of him today.

anakin's face falls and a heavy silence stretches between them, until he finally speaks again, voice laced with tenderness. "i didn't know, y/n."

you can feel the tears welling in your eyes but you bite them back and force out a bitter laugh, "of course you didn't," it's all you can say.

you turn away, unable to bear looking upon him anymore. you struggle against your emotions, trying to keep them at bay. how hard it is being so close to something that you can never have.

"i'm sorry," he says softly, his hand hovering over your shoulder before dropping back down. "i didn't mean for it to come out this way."

you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. "it's fine," you say, though there's no conviction in your voice.

anakin steps closer once more and takes hold of your hands gently in his own. you can feel the warmth radiating off him as he speaks.

"but i want you to know that you'll always be important to me y/n." he pauses for a moment before continuing with renewed determination. "and if things were different…if i got to choose who i loved…" his gaze meets yours intensely, locking onto them like iron bars holding fastened shut on an unbreakable door.

you let him give your hands a squeeze before pulling away, "but you can't, believe me, i understand."

and with that you turn from him, leaving him alone.

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distortionbobble · 8 months

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Royal Flowers Chapter 8

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pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!poc!reader

summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni, some mentions of gore, guilt, trauma (who is surprised. please), angst, a shower scene but it's really unsexy except for anakin on his knees series will have eventual smut, canon level violence, etc etc.

a/n: tagging makes me feel a type of violence that is historic in nature. not beta read. any comments and reblogs and all are so so appreciated thank u so much for reading

You never realized how intertwined grief and guilt are before now. Anakin allows you to pretend that you’ve fallen asleep as he hoists you into the speeder with Obi-Wan, stroking your feverish forehead with his cool metal hand. He’s draped you in his cloak, hiding the blood on your clothes. If Obi-Wan knew you were awake, he’d ask you questions, questions that you wouldn’t have the strength to answer. Anakin lays you down gently with your head on his lap, a comfort you don’t think you deserve.

You keep remembering the spray of blood on your face, its metallic, coppery scent staining you forever; you did that. You took away her life, forever, without hesitation, without stopping. While it felt like a blur in the moment, it feels crystal clear now: the sight of your hands, tangled in the roots of Reyna’s hair, blood muddying the sand as dark rivulets formed from the pool of blood forming from Reyna. And that lifeless look in her eyes, the one she had before you had actually managed to kill her… she wasn’t afraid. She knew you were going to kill her. She knew she was dead before her heart managed to stop beating.

The thought of that alone terrifies you. So you cling tighter to Anakin’s thigh, a shiver running through your body as you try to hide from your guilty conscience. He says nothing, just holds you tighter; you imagine he’s doing the work of shielding both yours and his emotions from Obi-Wan. You feel guilty that you can’t even muster the energy to care. Reyna’s face haunts you in the dark space of your eyelids every time you blink. There is nowhere to hide from her, from your guilt.

Anakin can feel your turmoil. He strokes the top of your head, hand shaking as he tries to hide his own sins. How many bodies has he buried, now? If he hadn’t been talking with Obi-Wan, distracted by the thought of you instead of living in reality, would he have been able to protect you from Reyna? That, too, scares him. When did death become his shadow?

“It has been a long time since you last meditated, young Anakin,” Obi-Wan comments quietly, just barely audible over the hum of the machinery. Anakin wonders if Obi-Wan can see the movement of his hands, the way that he’s seeking comfort in you. He hates that Obi-Wan is right about this whole thing. This is attachment. He’d do—did— dark things for you. But if it’s so dark to keep you safe, to protect you, how can the darkness be all that bad? It’s tearing him apart. All he knows now, all that makes sense to him now, is keeping you safe. Whether it’s for himself or the galaxy is a question Anakin does not have an answer to.

“How can you tell, Master?” Anakin asks. You’re restless on his thigh and, worried you’ll give yourself away to Obi-Wan, he quickly brings his hand over your face, willing the Force to send you into a dreamless sleep. Some peace for you, he hopes. Obi-Wan does not answer his question immediately, only giving him that knowing smile that drives him absolutely mad sometimes.

“You forget, Anakin, that I know you just as well as I know myself. Even if you have hidden your Force Signature from the world for the protection of the Queen, you cannot hide your emotions from me. They are written plainly on your face,” Obi-Wan responds finally, placing a gentle hand on Anakin’s shoulder. He knows it’s meant to guide him, comfort him, but it just feels… oppressive now. All Anakin can think about is getting you to somewhere that no one can hurt you, where you won’t have to put yourself through what you did ever again. His selfishness tears through him, cuts into pieces his resolve and wish to be a good Jedi. “Anakin, I… I worry for you. In this lonely palace, with only the Queen to keep you company. The Force will never abandon you, Anakin, but you must take care not to abandon it. There is light within you, light that you must foster and protect.”

“And what happens to that light if I’ve done something horrible, Master?” Anakin asks quietly, trying desperately to find that light within him. Maybe it was snuffed out long ago. Obi-Wan seems stunned by his question, but Anakin’s question remained. Everything that happened today has brought his past to the forefront of his mind. The Sand People, his obsession over Padme… maybe there never was any light in him.

“It is never too late to turn back to the Light, Anakin.” Obi-Wan doesn’t press further. For his own sake or for Anakin’s, Anakin doesn’t know, but the guidance soothes him anyways. He’s tired. The cold of Tattooine’s desert at night has caught up to him, so many years later, sinking into his skin, threading through his tissues until his heart pumps sluggishly.

“You and the Queen look unwell,” Obi-Wan observes. “Perhaps the both of you can get some rest, and I’ll talk to Padme to get a lead on which Ministers we can use.”

“Padme’s here?” Anakin asks. He’s acutely aware of the unchanging pace of his heart, the steadiness of his breath and he realizes that his love for her has faded. All that remains is a genuine, pure fondness for her. It only makes him feel more hollowed. “Give her my regards, will you, Master?” Obi-Wan nods wordlessly as the speeder reaches the service entrance of the palace. Anakin rouses you quickly, the short window of time serving as cover for your silent departure.

Your bleary eyes take in the palace groggily, the beautiful stone walls seeming more and more like a prison as your knees buckle. Before you can fall, Anakin lifts you into his arms, hooking one arm under your knees and the other across your back. You feel safe in his arms, a temporary comfort as he sneaks the both of you back to your chambers.

By some sheer luck, you reach the room completely undetected. Anakin sets you down and ushers you to the shower. Anakin had done his best to wipe the blood off of you, but it stains you still. The sight of it confronts you as you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, rings of blood and tired eyes staring back at you. Anakin, noticing the unforgiving scrutiny of yourself, turns you away from the mirror and begins to ease the clothes off your stiff form. He’s hesitant but there’s no choice— you aren’t in the state of mind to be able to take care of yourself, and the longer you stay like this, with the dirt of your crime still smeared on your body, the worse you get.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” You ask him softly as he undoes the last piece of clothing, leaving you bare to him. The physical vulnerability does not cross your mind as he guides you into the steam of the shower, studying you for a moment before he realizes you shouldn’t be alone. Privacy is not a luxury you can afford right now. He washes his hands, still caked in blood and sand, and joins you in the shower.

“No, my queen. I think you were forced to make choices that no one should have to make. I think you’ve done your best to keep your conscience,” Anakin responds. He washes his hands and brings them to your face, wiping the blood and dirt from your cheeks with his thumbs. Your eyes flutter shut from his gentle touch, overwhelmed by the intimacy of his care. He moves slowly to your shoulders and neck, easing away the tension in your muscles with each knead of his hand. Your eyes look downwards, to the foamy stream of red dripping off of your body, but Anakin catches the movements and directs your gaze back to his eyes. The spray of the water soaks his clothes, making it cling to his skin as he gently cleans your face. “Hey,” He says quietly. “Forget about that. Just look at me, okay?” You nod, and he quietly washes any blood from your arms. He does it delicately, keeping his eyes fixed on yours even as water drips from his eyelashes onto his cheeks. The shower stream drenches him, making his hair plaster to his forehead, but he doesn’t look away, even as he works down your body, getting to your legs. He’s respectful about it, doesn’t break his gaze away from your face as he kneels at your feet. And from your feet, looking up at you under the harsh bright light of the shower, he thinks that you look like a terrible goddess—powerful, so powerful, burdened with a task that will forever remain thankless. You are a remorseful goddess, the deity of those who never got to keep their humanity. Beyond the hollow sheen of your eyes, he sees it all; the guilt, the sadness, the knowledge that you’ve done something that will stain your soul forever. He cannot look away, captivated by you and the sheer energy you hold. To Anakin, this is right; this subservience to you, bowing at your feet because there is some part of your spirit that demands respect.

But even goddesses stumble. The distant look in your eyes makes him stand without second thought, holding you up before you crumble into his chest. You shed no tears, merely closing your eyes as Anakin holds you to his body, surrounding you in warmth with the help of the warm water. The warmth of being next to you, the privilege of holding him warms him even as the soaked cloth clinging to his skin chills his bones. He hesitates before he slowly puts his chin on your head, holding you tightly as you breathe shallowly.

“Remorse is a luxury few can afford,” you mumble into his clothes. Anakin knows you’re right, but Maker, if you don’t deserve that luxury, no one does. Your breathing slows and deepens as you regulate your emotions and distance yourself from it all.

You are a monster. It couldn’t be clearer to you. Anakin’s handling of you as though you are made of glass only shows his revulsion. He must have held you out of fear, out of responsibility, but it’s a kindness you do not deserve. Is the value of a life worth so little to you? It wasn’t a clean death. It was messy, vengeful, and there was no walking back from this guilt. You killed someone. You’re no better than the woman you killed.

And then you look into Anakin’s eyes. Eyes like the oceans, like the horizon of a clear blue sky. Eyes filled with compassion, softness, and you realize that you don’t regret your bloodshed. You’d do it again to protect him. To protect his goodness, and the goodness just like his, you’ll take the sins of the world as your own. You’ll become something awful, metamorphosize into something unrecognizable to those who loved you, but it’ll be worth it. Deep down, you’ve always known your fate was something like this; you are a lamb, raised for slaughter. You’ve been staring at the knife that will bring your death for so long. It only makes sense; the death of the Queen of Naboo would only serve the final blow to the people of Naboo. They’d be left defenseless, with no protection against the Separatists, who’d tear the planet apart. You’ll die at their hands or someone else’s, you’re certain. But here, you feel as though your death will mean something. To protect Anakin, to protect Padme, and all the others that you’ve loved in the small moments of kindness that you’ve borrowed from them. You’ll kill, again and again, and be killed, for their sakes.

“I must see Padme and Obi-Wan,” You say, pulling away from Anakin’s embrace. Your movements are swift, methodical as you get dressed. You’ll act as though nothing happened. You’re a monster, you might as well act the part. You don’t want to see the expression on Anakin’s face as he watches you return to normalcy. You’ll protect him from your guilt, too. “Don’t stay in your wet clothes for too long, you’ll fall sick,” You add. You don’t deserve to care for him, but you care anyway. He’s silent for a beat before he responds.

“Their meeting is secret. You’ll find them in the hidden passageways of the palace, known only to the Queens. Obi-Wan was led there, but I’m sure you know where to go,” Anakin states. He sounds tired, but you don’t have time to dwell on that. You bid a quick farewell, and head to find Padme.

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“Padme’s told me that the Political and Economic Advisor Horace Vansil is trustworthy,” Obi-Wan informs you as you join the duo in the shadows of the secret passageway. The lit beacons flicker some distance away from you, casting shadow on to your figure. You’re grateful for it. Padme can read you like a book, so you can only hope that the lowlight will obscure the numbness upon your face.

“We’ll task him with increasing the import of grain and long-term food sources, then,” You conclude. There’s levels to your response, but you need to be prepared. And to be prepared, you need to be detached. Cool. Collected.

You blink, and Reyna’s face, bloodied and bloated from death smiles at you in the darkness. She’s laughing, lips pulled into a grotesque, mocking smile. She’ll get away with it, she’s telling you. Listen, she says. Listen to me. You’ll fail. You’ll fail them all. We’ll kill you last, so you’ll have to watch them die before you. You shudder involuntarily.

“...Milady?” Obi-Wan asks, snapping you out of your nightmarish trance.

“Apologies,” You say, blinking rapidly to refocus. Obi-Wan’s scrutiny is unforgiving, but you pay it no mind. “Yes. We’ll do it,” You respond absently. Padme also looks oddly at you, but says nothing on the subject.

“There’s one more thing,” She adds. “Something is off about Chancellor Palpatine. I can’t place it but he seems more antsy these days. Getting much more involved in the business of not only Naboo, but nearly every planet and system that has any power in the Republic. It’s… odd, to say the least.” “Speaking of the Republic,” You respond, recalling the interaction you had with Darth Sidious, “there’s something odd that Darth Sidious said to me. He said our forces will be too occupied to help Naboo. I believe that like with the government of Naboo, there’s someone with great power in the Senate who is more than they seem.” Padme nods. “I’ve gotten the same feeling. Things are changing, and I don’t think we have much time left.”

“We’ll give them what they want, then,” You sigh. “If I can arrange a visit to Coruscant, I’ll be in a vulnerable-enough position for them to want to make a move. If we can draw out the mole, we can act.”

“Padme, your suspicions of Chancellor Palpatine… will Anakin’s friendship with him jeopardize this in any way?” Obi-Wan asks.

“On the contrary,” You smile bitterly. “I think it could be of great help.”

“It’s settled, then,” Obi-Wan sighs. “You’ll have to come back to Coruscant.”

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Bad Blood

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

summary: Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you And time can heal, but this won't So if you come in my way, just don't

word count: 2008

warnings: angst, anakin turning into darth vader, anakin killing the younglings (not described jsut mentioned)

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She thinks everything is fine when they're on Coruscant.

Anakin is laying on her, arms wrapped around her body tightly as his face cuddles into her chest. She can't help but run her fingers through his hair as he sleeps, one of his hands is under her shirt, their warm skin making her skin tingle. She loves how long he's let his hair get, but she's seldom able to soothe both him and herself like this. He never sleeps in, and she's never awake before him, so she's taking in this time where he's not a Jedi Knight, but her lover. She knows he's going to be mad that she let him sleep in, but she can't bring herself to wake him up. Waking him up would mean that they have to start their day, which is also the start of their separate tasks.

He lets out a small groan as he begins to wake up, shifting slightly and rubbing his hand up and down her back, shoving his head further into her. She chuckles slightly, fingers going through his hair once more.

"Good morning." She tells him, tucking her chin in to look at him. He grumbles something into her shirt, and she just shakes her head.

"Let's just call out today." He tells her. She's very tempted, especially when he moves his head to look up at her. His eyes are bright despite the early morning (because even though he technically slept in it's still dark outside), and she can't help but be pulled into them.

"Yeah, cause no one will notice that." She tells him with a small smile, sad that she won't be able to stay in bed all day.

"They won't." He tells her. This is so unlike him, wanting to stay in all day and risk their relationship. However, she heard his nightmare last night, and she knows that's why he's so clinging to her now.

"Ani," She speaks softly, pushing his hair back once more. "We can't. Not now." He knows what she means, but it still hurts him.

"I know," He gets out of bed with no fanfare, different than how he'd been acting just a couple minutes ago. It hurts her, but they've both talked at length about their relationship and agreed that there's no way they can be found out at this moment. Not with Anakin so close to becoming a Master Jedi and Y/N working her way up the Senate. It's too risky, and they both know it.

"I love you," She tells him, staying in bed and watching him sneak out of her quarters. He looks back at her with a smile.

"I love you more." He winks, and then is out the door.

She's never run this fast in her life.

She's got to get to Anakin. She has to get to him before he does something he can't come back from. She hadn't seen him since that morning, but she had talked to Obi-Wan just minutes before. He had told her about the disturbance, about his bad feeling, and she was running before he could tell her not to.

Except, she's too late. She gets to Anakin as he stands in the temple, small bodies littering the ground. She wants to throw up, gasping loudly and stumbling. She falls on her back as she trips over her long dress, breath caught in her throat as Anakin turns to her.

His eyes are Sith yellow.

"Ani?" She whispers, pretending she doesn't feel the unshed tears climbing up her throat and threatening to spill. She can't stop staring at him, taking in the dark robe. It's still him, but something has changed drastically. The way he looks at her makes her feel slimy, and she shakes.

"Y/N," He says back, his voice dark and low. She feels a tear fall out of her eye, down her cheek slowly.

"What have you done?" She doesn't want to look at the bodies, but they're everywhere. She turns and gags. "Anakin, what have you done?" Her voice is shaking.

"What I must." He says with full confident that makes her breathe in shakily as another tear falls down her face.

"You can't mean that." She says softly, shaking her head. She doesn't want to believe Anakin did this, let alone believe he chose to do this. Her Anakin would never kill the Younglings.

"You don't have the nightmares!" Anakin is yelling as he stalks over to her, and she tries to crawl back. She gets caught on her dress, whimpering as she leans away from him. "Every night I watch you die, and this is how I fix it!" He cries, continuing until he's close to her.

"How do you know that?" She fixes her dress and moves to the wall, tears falling rapidly. She wishes she had the power to teleport, to time travel. To be anywhere except where her life has lead her.

"My eyes have been opened." He tilts his head up and looks down his nose at her, making her feel small and insignificant. She hates it. "I can save us now. I have the power that I didn't have before."

"Anakin," She whispers, hoping that if she says his name he'll somehow snap out of it. "The price this power comes at, it's too great." She tells him, as if he can take back murdering innocent children.

"No price is too great!" His voice is somehow booming, his anger causing her to flinch.

"Ani, you're breaking my heart!" She cries, the pain in her chest intensifying with the cold look in his yellow eyes.

"I did this for you!" He yells, but she's just shaking her head. She won't let him blame murder on her.

"I never asked you to!" She finally fires back, but this makes him mad. He narrows his eyes and shoots a hand out, using the force to choke her. A hand goes to her neck out of reflex, air leaving her as she began to raise off the ground.

"I still love you," He squeezes his hands just a bit harder, and she lets out a squeak as her airflow is completely cut off, her head going fuzzy. The edges of her vision are dark, closing in on her. Tears fall along with her body when he lets go, but the airflow can't change the fact that she's losing consciousness. "But I can't have you getting in the way."

It had been years since she'd seen him at that point, because Obi-Wan had told her he was dead. And why wouldn't she believe him? She though nothing of it until he went missing, and a week later she's woken up by her window breaking.

She shoots up in bed, eyes wide. She doesn't have to look far when she sees a red light cutting through the dark.

The room is silent as she climbs out of the bed and drops to all fours, trying to hide. The black figure climbs into her room, noiseless even with the long cape they have. She can see their huge outline, and they must have a mask because their heavy breathing is modulated.

Y/N crawls as quietly as she can toward the open door.

"Don't bother," A deep, filtered voice says. She freezes, because there's something about this voice that makes her shiver. "I can feel you're here, Y/N." Her blood runs cold. Whoever this is, they know who she is as well. She sends out a silent prayer that Obi-Wan will somehow come back from wherever he is and save her.

She regains her mobility and resumes crawling to the door, but it's no use. The figure grabs her ankle and pulls her backward, her stomach and chest scraping against the ground.

"I just want to talk." The sentence sounds wrong with the deep voice, and when she twists she sees that this figure it tall and broad, and she can't help but cower.

"I'm not a Jedi, I swear." She's sure this is an Inquisitor, the black outfit and red saber tipping her off.

"I know." They let go of her foot but she doesn't move, too worried about what they could do with the saber anyway. "If you were, you would have been dead already."

"What do you want, then?" She asks, trying to take deep breaths. She has to stay calm and keep her head if she wants to make it out of this alive.

"I would like you to join me." He puts a hand out, but Y/N turns her head away from the glove.

"Why would I do that? I don't even know who you are." Her voice is still shaky, and she wishes she could be more confident. She tilts her head to see him while still being as defiant as she dares.

"You knew who I was." He answers, but this only confuses her more. "You loved me."

Oh fuck.

"Anakin?" She hasn't said the name since he choked her, even when talking to Obi-Wan about it. Her head snaps to him, thinking he may have taken off the mask to prove it, even though he doesn't have to. She knows, somehow, that he's telling the truth. She doesn't want to believe this man is Anakin, the man she loved and the man she thought died loving her.

Had Obi-Wan lied about him being dead? Did he even know his apprentice was alive?

"Anakin is dead." He rasps, but Y/N can only shake her head. This has to be him. The figure, masked and completely covered, is her lover. Or what's left of him.

"What happened?" She asked, standing now that she knows he won't do anything. If he wanted to kill her, she would be dead.

"There is only Darth Vadar now." She wanted to reply with some witty comment. She wanted to be a bitch so bad, because after everything he put her through, but she bit her tongue.

"Why are you here?" None of her questions are answered, so she didn't expect this one to be either. Whatever he wanted to do, he would. She had no power. She felt exactly like she did all those years ago when she first saw the yellow eyes.

The deja vu made her sick.

"I came back for you." He tells her, but she can't believe him. She has to look away from his dark mask for a moment, has to regroup her thoughts. There's too many; her brain feels like it might explode if she thinks any harder.

"What?" It's the only thing she can say.

"I'm here to protect you." She could almost laugh at this.

"From what?" She screams, knowing no one could hear them. It's the only good thing about isolated living. "What could you possibly need to protect me from now? You've already made my life a living hell." She rolls her eyes and turns her back.

"Everything I've done has been for you! The only reason you're still living a life is because of me." If she doesn't think about it, she could almost pretend like it's not actually Anakin. This isn't the man that ripped her heart open, who she still had scars from. She liked to remember Anakin on that morning, head on her chest and eyes soft.

"I never asked you to." She turns back to him, gathering her courage. "I never asked you to kill people. To start this empire. Did you seriously think I would follow you to the Empire? I mean," She wants to call him by his nickname, but she can't. She feels sick.

He's stunned speechless.

"I was better off thinking you were dead." She walks away like that, never wanting to see him again - as Anakin or Darth Vader. They're both ruined, both murderers. They both love her, but they both are cowards. She can't stand to think about it as she takes a small walk to the woods near her small house, and though she doesn't see him leave, when she gets back, he's gone.

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#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x reader angst #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker imagine #darth vader x reader

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vulpes115 · 7 months

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The Lovers of Obi-Wan Kenobi

Siri, the Childhood Crush: Siri was a friend more than a lover but Obi-Wan was aware of the fact they had mutual crushes on each other in early padawanhood, that she would’ve been willing if he was, but logically neither were in a place to do anything with it. Obi-Wan was too nervous at that point to ruin their friendship or their place in the Jedi, but still, he thinks of it sometimes as an old man on Tatooine when Siri has long passed into the Force. Maybe in another life, Siri could’ve been one of the great loves of his life, but in this one, she was a childhood friend, a creche co-conspirator, and a much-needed ally on countless missions, and Obi-Wan still loves her for all of that.

Quinlan, the Fun One: What they had was a fling between long-time friends to blow off steam between missions and no more. They never even fully broke the Council’s rules, not in the way they both would later in life. It was an understood thing that Padawans were going to act like teenagers. Still, Quinlan helped Obi-Wan figure out some things about his identity he had only begun to truly think about on Lenahra, and besides that, even with all the headaches he gave Obi-Wan, he was a trusted friend and brother. The fact that he saw Quinlan’s name on the Path wall is one of the few happy facts he has to cling to, and Obi-Wan hopes that he’s doing well, wherever he might be.

Satine, the Regret: No, that wasn’t fair, he still loved Satine, still appreciated the amazing leader she was, and he would always look back at their time on Mandalore with a deep fondness, even despite the ever-persistent threat of danger. No, the issue wasn’t Satine; it was him. He regretted not leaving the Order for her, and more than that, he regretted what he brought upon her. He knew deep down upon first seeing Korkie that he was his; his hair said it all. But like so much back then, he wouldn’t let himself see it. He should’ve left the Order as soon as he met Korkie, become the father and lover he should’ve been all those years ago, but he was too loyal to the Jedi, too loyal to Anakin, and left the window of opportunity close shut behind him. He knew that Maul only attacked and killed Satine to hurt him, that from a certain point of view all the destruction done to Satine’s beloved home planet was his fault, and if he was a weaker man, he would’ve hated himself for it. And in his weaker moments, he did, but in the end, he was still a Jedi, and Jedi did not, could not, dwell on regrets. So in the end, he did what he had always done with Satine and let her go.

Ventress, the Flirtation: What he had with Ventress was never anywhere close to true love, merely a game between the two of them. Still, Obi-Wan always held out hope that there was good in her, that she could be brought back to the light despite it all. When Quinlan came to him after her death, Obi-Wan was filled with equal grief and hope, for even though she had died, she was at peace and had finally come back to the light fully before going to join the Force, and really, that was all he ever wanted for her. He hopes one day Anakin can achieve the same.

Maul, the Enemy: He didn’t love Maul, not after he caused the death of two of the people he loved the most. But he also couldn’t bring himself to hate him either, not after knowing what happened to him, and this is the duality of feeling that leads to him killing Maul, though with a heavy heart and only to protect Luke. Only to cradle the monster in his arms, let him die with a sense of peace for the first time in his life and give him a full burial. What Obi-Wan didn’t know, couldn’t possibly know, and possibly not even Maul knew, was that the Zabrak’s obsession perhaps could’ve been love, a feeling that the dark-sider didn’t know how to deal with, having been shown no love himself, so it became the worst kind of hate. That perhaps in a different life, one where the Jedi found Maul before Sidious could twist him into nothing but a cruel and brutal weapon, Maul could’ve been one of Obi-Wan’s great loves, but that wasn’t to be.

Cody, the True Love: Obi-Wan respected his clone commander as soon as they were introduced after the Battle of Geonosis. But it took a long time for that relationship to grow to full-on romantic love, and longer still for them to both admit it due to how dutiful Obi-Wan and Cody both are. It wasn’t until a month after the death of Satine that Obi-Wan decided he didn’t want Cody to become another regret, and their relationship finally started. Obi-Wan was careful as could be to not let his attachment get out of hand. He knew Cody was a more than capable soldier, but still, if the worst was to happen, Obi-Wan made his peace with that fact. Except, he didn’t know what the true worst thing that could happen was, as no one could. He didn’t know why Cody fired on him, but he didn’t feel betrayed, not in the same way he did with Anakin. He knew that Cody, his Kote, the man who had gotten him through countless battles and who he loved and who had called him cyar’ika in return, would never ever do such a thing. Obi-Wan wished he could reveal that he was alive, but it was too much of a security risk. He just hoped that wherever Cody was, he knew that it wasn’t his fault.

Anakin, the Soulmate: He didn’t love Anakin in the same way he loved Satine or Cody; he couldn't see a man he helped raise in such a light. But oh, did he love him. Anakin was his son, brother, and best friend all in one—the other half of his soul. Perhaps this is why he didn’t see the warning signs: the sudden spikes of violence, the inability to let go of attachments, or the hold Palpatine had on him. Even after everything that happened, he still loved Anakin; he just couldn’t save him. He spent years dwelling on how everything could go wrong. It wasn't until a second encounter with Vader that he was finally able to let him go and accept that Anakin was dead; all that was left in his place was a dark shadow. In the dark hours of the morning, when he's most vulnerable, it's always Anakin's ghost that comes to haunt him. Perhaps it’s ironic then that Anakin is the reason why his other past loves don’t haunt him as badly anymore. After all, he was the one who taught him that nothing good comes from dwelling on those who have already passed into the Force.

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inkformyblood · 4 months

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needed: a better hiding spot (CWFKB #18)

Butterfly kiss, Canon Era, pining~ @codywanfirstkissbingo

“Here.”

Cody barely has a moment to register the pressure of Obi-Wan’s hand around his wrist before he’s pulled sideways. The door slides shut behind them with a click that echoes in the recesses of Cody’s brain, the final notch in a tally he’s been keeping since he first walked onto the bridge and saw Obi-Wan. He is completely and utterly fucked.

The cupboard — because calling it anything else would be an insult — is lined on both walls with shelving. Cody blinks in the sudden and complete darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust. His helmet lies discarded somewhere on a higher level, a lucky shot cracking the visor and rendering it unusable, but the small beacon wired into it would still be active and they would be found. Eventually. Cody may be dead by then, his heart which carries by itself a price tag of seven hundred credits giving out due to the strain of how close Obi-Wan is to him. He can make out the flutter of Obi-Wan’s lashes, the faint floral scent that clings to his breath as he sighs, his mouth pursing into a faint whistle.

It is how they trained them in Kamino, whistles and hand gestures, twisting them one way and then the other like a pack of hunting shrills, and Cody looks where Obi-Wan indicates. He can just make out the impression of his hand, one still wrapped around Cody’s wrist, the blunt reflective sheen of a callus that swallows up the side of his thumb, before Obi-Wan releases him. His hand falls to his side and Cody misses the moment of contact. It would be for the best. He is used to surviving on rations stretched as far as they could go and Obi-Wan’s touch could be divided up similarly.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan murmurs. His face is tipped towards Cody’s ear, his hair falling free from the rough bun he had hurriedly tidied himself into before they stepped onto the ship and the strands fall across Cody’s shoulder like a tidal wave. There’s an absence of scent to it, the neutral nothingness that comes with the products supplied to the clones, and Cody’s thoughts slowly tip into Obi-Wan in the showers before he tears himself back into rote procedure.

He’s dead. He is never going to leave this cupboard.

Cody swallows and the sound echoes in the cavern of his skull, too loud to be anything other than a point blank blaster cocked against his temple. “Sorry for what, sir?”

Obi-Wan catches himself on the edge of a laugh, biting it back as his shoulders shake. He lowers his head, pressing his forehead to Cody’s shoulder before he breathes in and straightens up once more. Grief breaks into fragments across his brow blending with the lingering joy, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He clears his throat softly and Cody’s attention snapping back to him. “I should have tried to pick a better hiding spot,” Obi-Wan says, an apology layered beneath his words. He presses his regrets into Cody’s hip, the motion hidden from the door by the bulk of their bodies and the fall of Obi-Wan’s robes, close but still apart.

“Next time, I’d like one that has a caf machine installed.” Cody leans into Obi-Wan’s touch still. It is like he is starving, trying to tear himself away from a banquet. He can carve half-moons into his flesh from the jagged edges of his nails and sear the brush of Obi-Wan’s fingertips into his bones and it will never be enough. He wants to kiss him, but he can’t. Cody is a good soldier, he follows his orders, and Obi-Wan is his General. There isn’t a space for them yet, not here, not like this.

“I will try my best in the future.”

They are silent for a long moment. Distantly, the wail of an alarm begins to sound and the light bleeding through the narrow gap of the doors flickers a deep red. In the fresh hue, Cody looks up at Obi-Wan, meeting his gaze. “What are you thinking, sir?”

“Lots of things,” Obi-Wan answers automatically. His mouth curves into a small smile that doesn’t go anywhere near his eyes, the same expression he wears when a politician breaks into his orbit, manufactured politeness brandished like a saber to get them away from him. Cody doesn’t know what the Force feels like, how an entire universe's worth of input could cram itself into a single person’s mind, but he squeezes Obi-Wan’s hand. A tremor runs through the other man, a realigning of planets because of Cody’s touch and he wonders if the Force feels better than this, if shifting the flow of the universe could compare to holding Obi-Wan’s hand.

Obi-Wan continues, his voice perfectly level in stark opposition to the shiver rattling his teeth. “I am thinking that I really would like to kiss you.”

Cody starts, his breath tearing through his chest before he rights himself in the same moment, perfected Kaminoan engineering at work. “I’d like you to kiss me.”

“Not like this, but—” Obi-Wan cups Cody’s jaw in his free hand, smoothing his thumb over Cody’s cheek, “—hold still, love.”

Cody obeys. The ship could fall out of the sky and every single one of his brothers could tear open the door to this cupboard and Cody wouldn’t move. Obi-Wan leans closer, pressing his cheek to Cody’s before he turns his face closer. He blinks deliberately, his lashes dragging against Cody’s skin, his breath warm as he exhales, and Cody closes his eyes. He wants to remember this. It is an unconventional kiss, but they have never done things in the typical way.

Obi-Wan straightens slowly. “I will be able to kiss you properly after the war.”

“I liked that kiss,” Cody murmurs, his voice cracking, his cheeks suddenly burning. Obi-Wan chuckles, squeezing Cody’s hand once more.

“I’m glad.”

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snowywinterevenings · 3 months

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I’m working on the last chapter of Scars on Our Hearts, so I thought I’d throw this on tumblr. I know I’ve posted it before, but tumblr’s search function is a disaster, and I can’t find it, so here it is again, a glimpse into one of the many worlds Obi-Wan stopped in before getting to the one in the story.

The ghost follows them for three days, and Obi-Wan waits for it to show itself, more curious than anything about the visitor to whom he feels a strange connection. Their shadow is filled with such infinite sadness that it makes something in Obi-Wan’s own chest ache, pain so sharp that he cannot even begin to fathom its cause. He does not hunt for the ghost, sensing no ill will from him, but the love and devotion he feels bent in Cody’s direction makes him a bit uneasy.

The intruder makes his move while Obi-Wan is away one night dealing with some absurd emergency. He ends the meeting with an abrupt resolution for the matter and speeds home, ready to tear their unwanted guest to pieces, but he is met with the most unlikely scene imaginable, his own double seated on the edge of the bed beside Cody who is sound asleep. There are differences between them, his counterpart’s hair cropped short along the sides and worn longer on top, his form a touch thinner as though he doesn’t always remember to eat, and a blade that is similar but not identical to Obi-Wan’s own, at his waist. The most obvious difference is his attire, more that of a Jedi than an emperor, though darker in color than the Jedi favor.

“A few moments more please.” It is strange to hear his voice from the lips of another, but he hums, granting the ghost his request, knowing deep in his soul that no version of him could harm his sleeping heart.

He would agree to nearly anything to soothe the ache he feels in the Force.

When the ghost eventually stands, he whispers, “sleep well, my heart,” and champagne gold eyes wet with grief finally meet his own. The words have been said before in a much different context, and Obi-Wan knows now what has caused such pain. He has a hundred questions, but he leads his counterpart into another room in silence and settles him into a chair, drawing a blanket around his shoulders. He doesn’t know whether it would have been a kindness or a cruelty to leave him watching over Cody while he disappeared to make tea, but some of the grief has ebbed away by the time he returns.

“Forgive me. It was not my intention to disturb your peace, but… you reminded me so very much of us.”

“What are you?”

“A traveler.” It is not a terribly satisfying answer, but Obi-Wan supposes it’s easier to admit than calling himself a broken ghost. “I move between realities. I have seen so many now, but this is the only one where I have encountered someone like me.”

“Someone fallen.” It does not surprise him to know that the Obi-Wans of other realms live more often in the light. Even he clings to it each night.

His other half nods, thumb tracing over the lip of his tea cup, clutching it tightly in his hands as though he is attempting to leech the warmth from it like he has not been warm in years. Perhaps he has not with his Cody lost to him somewhere along the way.

“How long ago?”

“Three years.” The end of the war then. A little shiver winds down his spine as he recalls their discovery of the chips. “He spared me from death at the hands of his brothers.”

“Did you burn your galaxy to ash?”

“It is not what he would have wanted.”

“I doubt he would have wanted this for you either.” He nearly offers their home as a place for the ghost to rest, but he has never been very good at sharing, and he does not think it would truly ease the pain. His haunted other half must find and make his own peace.

“Keep him close.”

“Always.”

The ghost leaves, vanishing into the night, and Obi-Wan takes up his vigil, watching over Cody as he sleeps. He joins him eventually, holding him close, and he hopes that someday the ghost can do the same, that he finds the lost love for whom he has been searching.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (29/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: okay so like this one's fun, very dark, but fun. not really a lot of warning except for maybe clone wars typical violence??

Summary: You've lost your path to the light... in an attempt to even the score, you travel with Anakin and Ahsoka to kill the man who took your master from you.

A/n: i cannot explain how much i LOVE this episode.... y'all needs understand i'm so hyped for this plotline it's my favorite in all of clone wars it's so angsty UGH

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

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You did not sleep; you were never able to. You lied still until sunrise, and never rested. Obi-Wan was at eternal rest, but you were restless. It was impossible to calm your mind.

Your entire body was unable to move, weighted down by the heaviness in your head, swirling around and taunting you with its gruesome storm.

You faintly were able to hear the knocking sounds, two taps and then two more on the front entrance door. It shouldn't have made you anxious to hear it, but you were in no state of being to have any sort of company in your presence. You doubted you'd even be able to look whoever it was in the eye. You sure as hell wouldn't be able to speak.

Your prayers for them to leave went unanswered, as the door was opened, and a pair of footsteps came into the apartment, unwelcome. You curled even deeper into your solemn cocoon of sheets and blankets, closing your eyes and feeling darkness wash over you.

You'd welcomed the darkness during the night. The once scary and uncontrollable dark force inside of you, became the only thing that could bring you a semblance of peace... nay, not peace, but a quieter mind. When the darkness consumed you, your thoughts were not painful, just angry. You longed for revenge, to ease the pain and suffering. You were willing to let it drive you, to keep going, to live on after the loss you swore would be your end.

"She's not in her room," you heard Ahsoka's confused voice, and Anakin's reply, which came unsurprised from her words.

"She's in his."

You braced yourself to face your friends, or rather them facing you. You took in a breath in time with the small hiss of the door retracting, and now those same four feet brought their steps up to you, seeing your huddled up form lying motionless in the bed... Obi-Wan's bed.

"Is she awake?" Ahsoka couldn't be sure, she wasn't so in tune with your presence as Anakin was, and yes, he knew you were awake, and trying to avoid them.

He sat beside you on the bed, his hand lifting to rest on your shoulder, his thumb moving in soothing motions that did nothing to help you.

"We got him, the sniper," Anakin told you, and your eyes shot open. What? They got him. What does he mean by that?

"Is he dead?" you asked shortly, your tone was so flat and uncaring, the complete opposite of what you used to be.

"No, he's in a max security prison."

You forced yourself to sit up, looking at Anakin with your dead, sleep deprived expression. He didn't look all that great himself, but you were a wreck. What happened to you?

You shot him a glare, and he could have sworn he saw a golden glow reflect off the center of your irises in that moment. It was gone the next, but it frightened him all the same.

"You brought him in without me?" you barely moved, your normal expressions of rage, with your wild hand movements were not included with your statement... but no, this was far more terrifying. The state you were in, the way you spoke, it all told Anakin that you were battling the darkness, or maybe it had won. He was in no position to tell you it was wrong, because he himself was having to fight it, still.

"The council thought it best to avoid your inclusion," Ahsoka replied, trying to defend Anakin, but also deflect your attention for a moment. You had never looked more lethal than you did right now, wrapped up in Obi-Wan's blankets and clinging to his bed.

You turned your head in her direction now, and she gasped, having seen the face of the girl she knew become cold and ruthless.

"The council did not know what Obi-Wan meant to me; you did. And you decided not to tell me about finding his killer," you had to use every ounce of restrain in your body not to force call an object to your hand, before you would inevitably throw it across the room, shattering someone breakable. You still loved these people, you couldn't hurt them.

"He was unarmed, you would have killed him."

Anakin's words meant nothing to you, because yes, of course you would kill him. He could be begging for mercy at your feet, and you would use your saber to cut every limb from his body until he was unable to even crawl to safety, then you would end his life in the slowest, most agonizing way you could possibly think of.

"And would you have stopped me?" It was a valid question, if you had been there, you wouldn't have hesitated, but would Anakin let you go through with it?

He ducked his head, unwilling to lie to your compelling question, but not wanting to answer truthfully, knowing it would be a travesty against your master's teachings.

"Obi-Wan would not want us to act on revenge."

Good answer, but not the one you were looking for.

"The answer is no; you would have let me kill him in an instant," you corrected him, and he shot his head up to meet your dark eyeline. Everything about you emanated so much weight, something so deep that he began to feel the effects of it in his signature.

"It's not the Jedi way," Ahsoka reminded you, and for a moment you thought you heard Obi-Wan's voice echoing the sentiment to your mind, but it didn't instill in you a need to respect it.

"The Jedi have become corrupt, the republic has made us an army, and we do their bidding without hesitation. The Jedi way has fallen far from what it used to be, and you both know it."

You were getting more frustrated as the time passed, and you sent into Anakin's mind a hint that you wanted them to just stay away from you, to leave you alone and to let you wallow in your misery.

He looked at Ahsoka and nodded for her to leave the room, before ultimately, he stood to his feet, and followed after her. Before he shut the door, he turned back one more time. He shuddered to even speak the words he wanted to say, but they needed to be said.

"Obi-Wan said to us once, that if you suffer to let go, you will suffer to grow."

And then he was gone.

Obi-Wan was ever as wise as his former Master, and often you wondered why he was never a consular like Qui Gon. It was his spirit that was a Guardian. His passionate heart to defend his will and the will of the force, to defend those he cared about, the ones closest to him, and to defend you. He always defended you, and you relied on it, more than you should, but now you have to fight your own battles, and you need more strength than you have.

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

You heard the news of the prison break, it echoed in the halls outside of your apartment, and you were practically jumping out of bed to make sure you hadn't misunderstood anything.

The chancellor was sending Anakin and Ahsoka to capture the escaped prisoners, that of which included Moralo Evol, Cad Bane, and of course, Rako Hardeen.

They would likely be leaving soon to follow the trail that the prison had begun to track.

You needed to be on the ship before it left, this was your chance. This was your chance to even the score, it was your chance to avenge the life of your Master, the one you'd adored so dearly.

You were wearing his robes, and his old cloak, which he kept with him since his padawancy, even after taking the trials, it was a sentimental article that meant something to him. It fit you quite well, and it was full of echoes in the force, from his time and training before you entered his life. There were some remnants of yourself you could sense within the ragged fabric, a younger version of yourself who's trouble seemed so foolish, now.

Your saber was on your hip as you walked down the corridors to the elevator. There were few Jedi, but several clone squads that stared on. Some were from the 212th, which was now your battalion by inheritance. You never gave any of them a second glance, your focus was uninterrupted, and would remain that way until you had accomplished your main goal.

Stepping into the elevator, you caught sight of Master Kit Fisto, who had looked at you with disbelief before the elevator doors were shut and your view was blocked from his expression.

Everyone you passed on the way to the hanger seemed to be completely distracted by you, and you knew why. They sensed it in you, the vengeance was radiating off of you like hot steam, filling the air with the mist and heat when you walked by them. It was frightening to them for sure, to see a young girl who was so optimistic become so enraptured with hatred for a single being.

You saw Anakin and Ahsoka in the distance, waiting on their ship to be fueled, and you approached them swiftly, non-hesitant. Your confidence could not be swayed, even if they cut it down with a lightsaber, you would quickly rebuild it, and keep moving.

"What are you doing here?" Anakin stopped you from going any further, placing himself in the way of the ship and not allowing you even an inch of access.

"I'm coming with you. You'll need my help," you insisted, and though he knew you were very capable of doing so, he was still worried that your emotion will cloud your judgement. "He was my master, Anakin."

"He was mine, too. I understand how you feel, and I'm not going to hold you back, but I need to know you're up for this," he crossed his arms, looking down on you and waiting for a sign of your readiness. You furrowed your brow and shook your head, stepping forward so that you were nearly nose to nose.

"I will not rest until I know the man responsible for Obi-Wan's death has been taken out."

He sighed. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, but he knew better than to argue with you when you were angry, especially this new side of you.

"Let's go," he stepped aside, letting you up onto the ramp, following after you and Ahsoka when you walked up.

The first planet they had been tracked to was already set in the coordinates in the pilot's console, and with Ahsoka as copilot, you figured you would sit in the back, and be company to yourself.

The ride was long, and silent.

Sitting in the hull of the ship, you waited. You waited for them to come back and tell you where you would inevitably find the escaped bounty hunters. You held your saber in your right hand, sliding your thumb up and down over the crystal chamber. It was a subconscious movement, simple and fluid, but you had no idea the affects you were causing with it.

You were already filled with so much anger, so much hatred, you let it motivate you, you allowed it to consume your signature in its whole. You hated that it had this much control over you, the darkness, but it made you stronger, you could feel its power in your veins, every muscle felt energized by the dark force. It was pushing you towards the only new success you craved: vengeance.

You closed your eyes, meditating on this darkness for the first time since you let it overtake you. You absentmindedly kept your hand around your saber, clenching it tightly and using it as a tether.

You weren't sure how you felt, indulging in the darkness like this, to meditate on it in a way you'd been raised to avoid. The Jedi never told you how peaceful and quiet the darkness could be. They always mentioned it was made up of all the horrors you could not yet understand. Perhaps they were wrong.

For you, the dark side had worked almost seductively, luring you in with all it could offer, and empowering you to feel like you were untouchable. You did not even think that something like this could be bad.

You poured all your anger into your meditation, and let it fester, turning into raw power that you could later use to conquer your enemy, and make them-

"Kriff," You swore silently, dropping your saber to the ground for the way it began to burn your hand. It wasn't hot like fire, but the energy stung your skin, and you opened your eyes, letting them fall on where your weapon hit the ground of the ship.

You sensed that something was off, and when you picked it up, you felt it. You'd infused your weapon with your feelings, you may have damaged it from the inside. You ignited it, just as Anakin and Ahsoka were now coming back aboard the ship, and all at once you all witnessed what you had done to your lightsaber, your treasured weapon. This weapon is your life...

"What did you do?" Anakin asked in confusion, looking at the blade in disbelief.

The beautiful green glow that emanated from the hilt was only halfway there, as it collided with the dark red that took over its beauty, and made it into something new, something deeper, something more powerful.

"I don't know."

He looked once at his Padawan, nodding for her to go and start the ship. You were still gazing upon the new red and green glow of your saber, mesmerized by the duality it now possessed. It was quite lovely, and you'd never seen anything like it before.

"We have to talk about this," Anakin said gently as he walked over to you. "I know it's hard to resist the darkness, but you're making me concerned."

You deactivated the saber, clipping it back to your hilt and letting it fall by your side. You looked back at Anakin and saw your truest friend as confidant, the person you felt you could be honest with, and the only other person in this galaxy who might be feeling even a shred of your loss, your grief.

"I can't feel the light anymore... I'm trying, I promise," it wasn't a lie. You were struggling beyond measure to find even the slightest bit of connection to the light side of the force, but every time you thought of your master's teachings, the way he led you, guided you, it pushed you back to the start... but the dark side let you in, and it embraced you with open arms, like it had been waiting all this time.

"This isn't the Jedi way; this isn't what Obi-Wan would want for you."

"Obi-Wan didn't want for me to suffer like this, either," you said, a tear that threatened to spill over but was held back for the sake of your sanity. You couldn't stand to cry anymore, it just kept you in the same state of pain.

"Going against the order won't do us any favors... the council already looks down on us, anything we do is under their scrutiny."

He tried getting closer, but soon realized that was a bad idea.

"I'm going to be expelled," you let out, scoffing with furrowed brows. You were so confident that it would happen, because deep down, even before you lost Obi-Wan, you felt you weren't meant for the Jedi. You felt that they only accepted you because they had to.

"You won't be expelled. They might act like they hate you, but for Obi-Wan's sake they would still care enough to help you."

“No, they won't. All they have ever done is lie to me. To the both of us. For almost our whole lives, we have been told to follow a code. No emotion, but peace. No ignorance, but knowledge. No passion, but serenity. No chaos, but harmony. No death, but the Force,” you stepped forward to him, and though you were not trying to, your force caused the ship to rattle and vibrate beneath you, “But, anger is what brings me peace. The passion to want to hurt the person who killed him…is what brings me serenity.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, the strained look in your eyes to hold back tears, your clenched fists. It was all too much for Anakin to take. He was still battling the dark, but for you, the darkness had won. The only way you would be coming back to the temple with him would be if by some miracle, killing the bounty hunter gave you your clarity back.

"You will kill him, I promise."

And with that, he was back in the cockpit, leaving you to fume in the hull.

The chase was on, and as you spotted the hunters in the docking port to obtain fuel, you heart pounded deeply in your chest. You were hovered over Ahsoka's seat, watching everything going on and making sure you had the perfect view.

"I have eyes on Cad Bane," Ahsoka said, nodding to the entrance ramp on the ship in the dock.

"Are you sure that's him?"

You scoffed and nodded along with Ahsoka.

"Who else wears a hat like that?"

Anakin circled the station slowly, being careful not to attract any unwanted attention, or to give away to the hunter that you were, in fact, after them.

He waited until they were airborne, letting them gain some speed before he rammed your ship into theirs. You jolted forward, catching yourself between the seats as you stood back up into a straight position. You could see them react rather quickly, but they had nowhere to go. The ship they were in had half the speed and agility capabilities that yours had.

"Ahsoka, take over, we'll bring them down ourselves."

You smirked, discarding your cloak and shaking off your nerves. This was finally it; you were about to set in motion a series of events that would end in the death of Rako Hardeen. You hopped at the chance to jump out of the ship with Anakin, landing on the stabilizer panel by the wing.

Anakin tried to gain access through one of the side entry points, but was immediately met with a challenge, fending off Cad Bane. He was perfectly capable of taking him on, and probably ten other men if he needed to, so you left him in order to find your real target.

You climbed up in front of the cockpit, seeing Moralo Evol looked scared out of his wits. You scanned the area, and as soon as your eyes met with the man who killed Obi-Wan, you froze. Something didn't feel right, but that must have been the anxiety talking. Everything else, the hatred, the anger, the fire that was lit beneath you, it pushed you forward.

He looked at you with not a semblance of fear, but with confusion, and dismay. He made eye contact with you, and for whatever you reason, he looked distraught, like he was sad. It didn't make any sense, but you weren't going to let it bother you. In the end, he would die by your hand, and nothing could stop you, now.

You placed your hand on the glass, focusing the new dark energy within yourself, and using it to slowly crack the glass. The hunter you sought after wasn't scared of you now, but he would be. You'd make sure of it.

You detached your lightsaber from your belt, holding it out to your side and activating it, never breaking eye contact with the man you called your target. You wouldn't be letting him out of your sight. His mouth gaped open and having seen the half-bleeding blade of your saber, he now held deep fear in his eyes.

The glass was almost shattered, with only a few lines left to connect with each other, and Rako knew he had to act fast. He shifted the steering on the ship, lifting it into a climb momentarily, causing the ship that Ahsoka flew above it to collide with the top, and send both transports spiraling into the ground. You were thrown from the vessel, along with Anakin and the other hunter, Bane.

You stood to your feet after coughing up a small amount of dust that you'd inhaled, and then you dusted yourself off, force pulling your saber to your hand as it had landed a bit further from you.

You activated it, stepping through the cloud of fog that surrounded you, and finding the man you were here for. He had gotten off the ship, for what reason you were unsure, but it didn't matter. He was making it easier for you.

You saw Anakin step closer to him on the other side of the fog, surrounding him from leaving in any direction.

"You're going to pay for what you've done," Anakin engaged him in hand-to-hand combat, throwing him into a pit, which you quickly jumped into.

Anakin was kicked back into a corner, so you took your chance, pushing Hardeen into the rocky wall that had formed around the hole in the ground.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved," Rako sounded, for lack of a better word, exasperated, like he took no joy in fighting you both. He had no problem in killing your master, so what was any different now, with the both of you?

You took a hit to the shoulder from Cad Bane, who was fast approaching on your left. You deflected his next shots with your saber, and struck forward, taking out one of his boot thrusters. He was grounded for now, and you needed to focus on the target.

Anakin was now tangled up in a bash with Bane, so you fixed your saber on Hardeen, slowly walking towards him as he struggled to stand to his feet.

"You took everything from me," and then you were right in front of him. He looked at you with eyes of pity, and it bothered you to no end. You were about to bring this man's life to a pathetic halt, and he was the one looking onto you as if you deserved to be pitied. You hated him, hated the very ground he stood on.

You raised your saber, only for it to stop in the air, along with your arm. Why can't I move?

Rako tackled you into the ground, deactivating your saber, and pinning you beneath him, arms on either side of your head. He straddled your hips and put nearly all his weight to keep you immobile, before he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I can't hurt you... Stay down, little one."

You froze, a gasp leaving your throat and your eyes widening in shock.

"Obi..." you trailed off, complete disbelief washing over you. You felt a warm, comforting presence embrace you, before his hands at the side of your head faded you into unconsciousness.

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desireandduty · 4 months

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"We're completely out of tea," Padmé - or Veré as she was known by nowadays - called out over her shoulder to Sabé and Obi-Wan as she opened the front door of the country home they all shared on Dantooine. "I'm just taking the speeder into town to get more. If there's anything else on the list, let me know." She didn't wait to hear more than responses from the two first floor bedrooms that sounded vaguely like an affirmative. It was early enough that only the adults in the house were awake. The second of Dantooine's two suns had only just floated up above the horizon, and in the softer morning light, the prairie grasses seemed to gleam golden. It was a beautiful, calming sight, and before she mounted one of their speeder bikes, Padmé stood silently and gazed out over the scene, drinking in the beauty of this moment.

Until her eyes fell upon a figure approaching their house. Though the grasses continued to undulate in the gentle morning breeze, Padmé froze completely still, her eyes fixed on the man walking steadily towards her. Even though it had been nearly three years since she'd last seen him, she would recognize him anywhere. In the three years of their marriage, she had taken care to memorize every line of his body, every scar and every limb. She knew the way he walked, with that cocky confidence, how he stood tall and determined in the face of anything that came his way. Was it really, truly possible that he was finally here? The day she'd been yearning for had finally come?

She blinked rapidly a few times, just to be certain he was really there and not a figment of her imagination. Only then did she realize her eyes were wet with tears. But the gesture of blinking seemed to restore some of her ability to move. She was finally able to move her mouth out of the shocked "oh" it had fallen open into and form the word that had haunted her dreams for the past three years: "Anakin?"

And then, as if whispering his name had broken the spell that held her motionless on the front porch, she suddenly took off running straight through the field. All thoughts of tea or errands or anything else were forgotten as she raced towards him. When they finally met amidst a sea of chest-high (for her) prairie grass, Padmé half-sobbed, half-laughed in relieved delight as she launched herself into his arms. "Ani, my Ani. You're really here," she murmured in his ear before burying her face in his neck and just breathing in the scent of him. Her arms wound around his neck, clinging as though he might vanish if she loosened her grip. Inside her chest, her heart was beating the riotous dance of a hope at long last fulfilled.

teehee surprise starter for @sithdestined

#{sithdestined}#{ft: anakin skywalker}#{verse: sometimes there are things no one can fix}

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hawkeykirsah · 1 year

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Fill number 3 and my first bingo for @codywansleepbingo! I bumped the rating up to Teen for this one.

Prompts used: Clean Sheets, Silk Sheets, Sleep Position: Starfishing, Free Space (Snoring) Words: ~700 Rating T

Fic and Bingo card under the cut!

“What the—” Cody said softly under his breath, gaze darting around as he stepped into the guest suite given to them. The sitting area was normal enough at first glance, a low table surrounded by cushions and a desk pushed up against one wall between two large windows—no, Cody corrected himself, doors leading onto a balcony—and another door probably leading to the fresher. But the…bedroom? Sleeping area? Cody wasn’t quite sure what to call it. It wasn’t really a room of its own, more an alcove separated from the living area only by a thin curtain, currently pulled back granting a full view of the space beyond.

The bed took up the vast majority of said space, a truly ridiculous amount of pillows throning at its head, glimmering faintly in the light falling in through the windows.

Cody toed off his boots—Obi-Wan had been very clear about the local shoes-off rules in private rooms—and set them on the small intended rack, padding toward the alcove, the bed, steps muffled by the plush carpet underfoot. It was an odd sensation, almost like walking over spongy moss. He set his bag on the foot end of the bed and brushed his fingers over the covering on the bed, cool and silken to the touch.

He glanced back at the entrance and sighed, opening his pack and grabbing his toiletries. There was still no sign of Obi-Wan so he might as well shower and prepare for the night.

He hadn’t intended to stay in the shower quite that long but it was much more pleasant than any shower on a Venator or in the barracks or even at the temple he’d used so far, its water not only coming in a steady spray from above but also from valves at shoulder height. It left him feeling pleasantly tingly and relaxed.

Cody dried off quickly and pulled on fresh underwear and, after a short hesitation, one of the soft robes hanging next to the fresher door. He didn’t really expect anyone other than Obi-Wan to be in their rooms but you could never know and he’d discovered that not everyone was as comfortable in seeing others in various states of undress as Jedi or clones.

It proved to have been unnecessary when he stepped back into the living area after brushing his teeth. It was empty but Obi-Wan’s boots stood beside his, his cloak was thrown haphazardly over the back of the chair, and he heard soft snoring coming from the bed.

Obi-Wan lay sprawled over the bed, stripped down to the last layer, arms and legs splayed out, and for a moment Cody let himself drink in the sight. A jolt of interest ran straight to his cock and if he hadn’t been so tired he might have considered waking Obi-Wan by pushing up the shirt clinging to him like a second skin and kissing his way down his spine. But, Force, he was tired. Perhaps he could revisit that thought in the morning.

Instead, he cleared his throat and squeezed Obi-Wan’s calf lightly, saying, “Fresher’s free.”

Obi-Wan blinked and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling for a moment. He scrubbed his face with both hands. “Sorry,” he rasped, sitting up and stretching, “didn’t mean to doze off.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Cody replied, offering a hand to pull Obi-Wan to his feet. The Jedi swayed lightly into him, shoulders bumping together, and squeezed his hand before ambling off towards the fresher, rolling his shoulders as he went.

Cody smiled to himself and began clearing pillows off the bed. He pulled the bedcover back and slipped between the clean, silken sheets underneath and breathed in their scent, smelling faintly of some kind of flower and fresh mountain air.

He let his thoughts drift, limbs and eyelids becoming heavier with each breath, pulling him gradually into slumber, and by the time Obi-Wan slid into bed next to him he was too far gone to even mumble good night, barely aware of the kiss pressed to the ball of his shoulder. Still, the knowledge lodged somewhere deep within him, and he took it with him as he slept.

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vodika-vibes · 10 months

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post Order 66 - Part 14

Commander Bly remains in the med-bay of the Starsinger, but has an interesting development. Kanna receives a strange holo.

Tagging: @starrrgazingbunny, @thestarwarslesbian and @xylionet

Kanna frowned as Bee started recited the various readings off the various machines in the room. She didn’t need him to do that, everything had been adjusted in such a way that she could read them, but she appreciated it all the same.

Especially right now.

She was worried. Bly had taken to fighting her gentle force suggestion to stay asleep, and they had been forced to switch to medicine to keep him calm and sedated. It was getting harder and harder to spend long periods of time in the same room with him.

He radiated such despair into the force that Kanna had to leave on more than one occasion to cling to Fox, or Wolffe, or, on one occasion, Cody. He had been terrified, but had lightly patted her on the head before shoving her off on Obi-Wan.

She was beginning to wish that Aayla’s spirit remained around. She had a knack for getting Bly calm. A knack that Kanna didn’t have. Fox would, and did, disagree. Wolffe did as well. Both men claimed that Kanna was perfectly good at keeping them calm, and that Bly is just sick.

It was sweet. But they weren’t making the point that they thought they were.

Both Fox and Wolffe were easily soothed by her because they were hers. And she was theirs. Bly was Aayla’s. And Aayla wasn’t here.

Because Aayla was dead.

“Miss Kanna,” Bee interrupted her musing, “Commander Bly seems to be waking.”

“What? We gave him enough sedative to keep him out for 12 hours. Less than 2 hours ago!” Kanna said hurrying to Bly’s side, and worriedly running a force scan over the barely conscious man.

“Yes, Miss. Perhaps we need to up the dosage?”

“No, Bee! We don’t want to give him an overdose.” Kanna said sharply, before she focused her attention back on Bly, “Why? Why are you waking up? That dosage was used to knock out Jedi-”

She was cut of as something heavy slammed into her chest, knocking her back against the wall, as well as knocking the wind out of her. Only...Bly hadn’t moved.

“Miss Kanna?” Bee sounded slightly distressed.

And when Kanna turned to find out what was bothering him now, she was, legitimately, speechless. Bee was floating. As were the majority of items in the room that weren’t bolted down. Her stomach fell as the familiar sensation of weightlessness washed over her, as she was lifted from the ground.

“What the actual fuck?” Kanna breathed out, “That’s...the vod’e are Force Null!” She twisted so her feet were back under her, and she used her own training to force her feet back to the ground, and she quickly hit the intercom on the wall, “I need Obi-Wan in the med-bay.”

Apparently Bly’s will was greater than her own, as, as soon as she shut the connection, her feet left the ground again. And Kanna sighed.

“I do not like this, Miss Kanna.” Bee said from where he was floating near the ceiling.

“Suck it up, Bee. Obi-Wan will be here soon.”

True to her word, the med-bay door opened only moments later, “Kanna? Is something-” Obi-Wan was cut off as his feet left the floor momentarily as well. “Well...I can see why you called me.”

Kanna scowled at him, “Can you put me back on the floor? He keeps overwhelming me.” Kanna was, luckily, still mostly upright, which meant that Obi-Wan had no trouble placing his hands on her shoulders, and pushing her back to her feet, and wrapping his own force presence around her, allowing her to move without ending up near the ceiling, like Bee.

“Would you be so kind as to run a Midichlorian count on Commander Bly?” Obi-Wan asked, pleasantly, as he carefully maneuvered Bee down from the ceiling.

“Yep.” Kanna was already grabbing what she needed to run the simple test she could run while asleep. And then, while the test was running, she darted around, grabbing the still floating instruments, and strapping them back where they belonged.

There was a long beep, indicating that the test had finished, and she carefully examined the results. There was a flicker of genuine surprise for a moment, “Obi-Wan, his count is higher than mine. It’s about on par with Knight Secura’s, actually.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “The vod’e were tested before, right?”

“I...don’t actually know. Bly is the first I’ve tested, in any event.” Kanna frowned, before focusing her attention on Bly, who was staring blearily at the ceiling, “Ah, awake.”

His gaze flickered over to Kanna, and then over to Obi-Wan, and he flinched. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Bly said quietly, miserably. Kanna made a noise of pain, and she gripped the counter with whith knuckles. Those near constant psychic bursts hurt.

“Commander, Bly, I need you to remain calm.” Obi-Wan said, leaning over the man. “I know you’ve been through a lot. But you need to remain calm.”

Bly blinked at Obi-Wan, bewildered. “I...okay?”

“Calmer,” Kanna said, sounding slightly strained, “You need to be calmer.”

“I don’t-?”

“Commander, you’ve, somehow, developed force sensitivity.” Obi-Wan was calm, every bit the man who sat on the council, seemingly unbothered by the psychic bursts that Bly was buffering him, and Kanna, with. “We have six force sensitive children on this ship, three of whom are under five. You must. Calm. Down.”

The seemed to do it. The nearly overwhelming presence of Bly retreated inward, and the painful psychic attacks completely stopped. “I can’t be force sensitive,” Bly said. “I just...I can’t.”

Obi-Wan smiling soothingly, and lightly touched his shoulder, “Are you okay, Kanna?”

“Minor throbbing, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to shield you.”

“‘s fine.”

“I hurt her?” Bly asked, horrified.

“It’s not your fault.” Obi-Wan said, “No one knew you were force sensitive until just now. You didn’t know what you were doing. But now we know, and we can teach you control. Just like how we learned it.”

“...you should just kill me.” Bly mumbled.

Obi-Wan’s gaze was steady, “You don’t think we’ll actually do that.”

Bly slumped, “No. I don’t. You jedi types have always been better people than the vod’e.”

“Yes, well. When you can throw boulders with your brain, you learn to be a good person pretty quick,” Kanna joked before she downed two pain tablets. “Are you good here, Obi-Wan? I need to lay down, I think.”

“Yeah. I’ll take it from here.”

“Wonderful,” Kanna waved at Bly and slipped out of the room, already rubbing her temples. Her head was throbbing. She needed a dark room, and absolute silence. Maybe she could talk Fox or Wolffe into napping with her.

The first person she found, Wolffe as it happened, was more than happy to curl up in bed with her. Especially when she mentioned she had a migraine. The fact that Fox slipped into bed next to her, just before she finally drifted into her nap, just made it so much better.

*****

When she woke up several hours later, Wolffe and Fox were gone, though Luke was happily cuddled in Fox’s place. “Buir said mama was sick,” Luke whispered, giggling as Kanna started raining light kisses across his face.

“And where are your buir’e anyway?” Kanna asked as she rolled onto her back and allowed Luke to lay his head on her chest.

Luke closed his eyes as he listened to Kanna’s heartbeat, “Ba’vodu Bly was distressed, buir’e went to make sure he didn’t get hurt.”

“I suppose I’ll just have to forgive them for ditching me,” Kanna joked, as she lightly prodded Luke’s side, pulling another giggle from the little boy, “I am surprised you haven’t gone to play with Leia and Rhawl though.”

“Leia’s mad, and is being loud. Mama’s quiet.”

Well. Fair enough.

They cuddled for a bit longer, before Luke made an unhappy noise. “Mama, your holo is blinking. I get it.” He crawled across the bed, and grabbed the small device off the side table, and handed it to her.

Kanna sat up against her bed frame, and Luke crawled into her lap, before he handed her her holo. She answered the holo, and shifted it so that Luke could see who was on the call.

“Hello Padawan Kanna Rae,” A voice, familiar but not so much that Kanna was able to immediately place it, said.

“Itsa man.” Luke said, “With long hair.”

She knew a lot of men with long hair, “I’m sorry, who am I speaking with?”

“It has been quite a few years since we last spoke,” The man said, “The last time, I believe, was when you were 14 years old. Vokara took you on a relief mission to Taris-”

“I remember. We were asked to see if we could come up with a cure for the Rakghoul plague...there was another-” Kanna paused, and her grip tightened around her holo, “Master Antilles. It’s nice to hear from you.”

It really, really wasn’t.

He chuckled, “You needn’t lie, Padawan. I know you and I don’t really see eye to eye.”

“Luke, go play with someone.”

“Kay, mama.” Kanna didn’t say anything until she heard the door shut behind him, and then she focused her attention back on her holo.

“What do you want, Master Antilles?”

“Hm. The last few years have made you much less passive than I remember.” Jon mused, “You used to be much nicer.”

“The 14 year old me didn’t survive a genocide. What do you want?”

Master Antilles was quiet for a moment, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help,” He said softly, honestly.

“If you had been in the temple, odds are you’d be dead now. Just like almost everyone else.” Kanna replied.

“Hm.” He was quiet for long enough that Kanna shifted and was about to demand to know what he wanted again, but he interrupted her before he could, “Did Vokara ever tell you about Respite?”

“Respite? You mean the long term medical facility located near Illum? Yeah, of course.”

“I need you to come to Respite.”

“...I have a son. I’m not leaving just because-”

“Kanna.” She stopped midsentence, “I need you to come to Respite. Just you.”

“And how, exactly, do you expect me to-”

“Quinlan Vos is headed your way now. He’ll pick you up and bring you here.” Jon interrupted again. “You won’t be gone for longer than a few weeks. Surely they can spare you for that long?”

“I...fine. Fine! I’ll tell the others that an old friend reached out and needs help.” Kanna snapped, “but I swear if this is another Taris situation-”

“Why do you think I’m sending Vos to pick you up? He doesn’t like me anymore than you do. If he thinks, for a second, that I’m putting you in danger, then he’ll kill me himself.”

Kanna scowled at him.

“See you soon, Padawan.”

**********

Quinlan Vos wasn’t happy. But, then, he hadn’t been happy in years. Not since the day his beautiful, smart, clever little girl was killed.

He didn’t blame her men. How could he? When Aayla loved them so very much. But it was hard to not have any resentment when he thought about it too deeply. But he had been managing. Slipping from one side of the galaxy to the other, helping people and then vanishing back into the shadows.

It was what he did best, after all.

Still, he was slightly happy right now. He was always happy to see Kanna, he had been the one to get her out of the temple, after all. And he had been the one to get her set up on Coruscant.

So, when he saw her head of red hair when he got off his small ship, a blinding grin crossed his face and he immediately tackled her into a tight hug, “Hey there, little healer girl!” He said cheerfully.

“Hi Quin.”

Quin looked up, and saw several clones, and a couple of children, all of whom looked a little mutinous. "They're not happy."

"They don't particularly like that I'm going somewhere but not telling them where." Kanna admitted.

"With good reason," Obi-Wan pointed out as he walked over, "Hi Quin."

"...Obes!" Quinlan released Kanna and tackled his childhood best friend, "I thought you were dead, you asshole!"

Obi-Wan hugged him tightly, "Well, I thought you were dead. So the feelings mutual."

Quin pulled back and looked at Obes, he looked good. Not great, but much less stressed than he was near the end of the war. "You've been listening to Kanna about your health?"

"Sometimes," Obes quipped, "You know what healers are like."

"I can hear you, Kenobi."

"You're going to take care of our girl, right Quin?" Obes asked, ignoring Kanna's annoyed comment and even more annoyed huff.

Quin grinned, "I've been looking out for her since the Purge, Obes. Who do you think got her out of the Temple?"

There were looks of surprise directed at Kanna, who shrugged, "I'm a Healer, not a Shadow."

"But you were so good at sneaking out..." the man who could only be Commander Fox murmured.

Kanna grinned, "My Master knew where I was and what I was doing the whole time."

Quin clapped, "Alright! We have a long flight ahead of us! I'll bring her back in a couple of weeks. Maybe sooner, if the person we're meeting plays the asshole."

"He is." Kanna grumbled.

"Oh, absolutely. But we might as well hear him out." Quin scooped her up like she weighed nothing, "Later everyone!"

"QUINLAN VOS! PUT ME DOWN!"

*******

Respite was beautiful. Intentionally so.

Kanna had only been once in her life, when her Master was introducing Kanna to the Healers who were based there.

Respite was a secret. The Council knew about it, and the Healers knew about it, but no one else. Intentionally so.

The Jedi protected their own, after all.

There was a time when Kanna thought it was overkill. But, with the knowledge of who Vader was...well, she was glad that Respite was largely a secret.

"How does Master Antilles know about Respite anyway?" Kanna asked as Quin brought the ship down to the landing pad.

"He's the one who delivered me here when I started falling," Quin replied, "Since he was rarely in the temple, I guess he was the obvious choice for drop offs and pick ups."

"Shame he's such a jerk, though." Kanna grumbled under her breath as the ship came to a stop and Jon Antilles walked over to it.

"I don't trust him anymore than you do. But he is a good guy. Not nice. But good." Quin stood and led the way off the ship.

"Welcome back to Respite." Jon looked thrilled to see them, which sent chills of alarm up Kanna's spine.

Apparently Quin agreed, as he immediately stepped between Kanna and Jon, "So, why are we here?" He asked genially.

"Follow me,"

Quin made a motion for Kanna to stay behind him as they followed Jon into the facility. There were some people, former Jedi who could no longer fight or be around people, but the majority of the life forms were droids.

They followed him deeper and deeper. Until they reached the bunker where the most badly injured Jedi were kept for healing.

Quin was starting to get annoyed, "Why are we here, Jon?"

Master Antilles smiled at them, and pushed open a door, "Take a look."

Kanna brushed between the two men and peered, curiously, into the first bacta tank. And then she released a gasp of shock. "Master Windu?"

Jon grinned, "Every tank has a jedi in it. A jedi that Palpatine thinks he killed." Hr glanced over at Quin, "Including your own padawan."

"What...why are you showing us this now?" Kanna blurted, even as she grabbed a medical droid and started demanding information.

"They're almost ready to wake up. We need a place for them. And a way to get them there." Jon replied, "I figured you can help."

Kanna scowled at him, "I have to make some calls, but I probably fo have a place for them."

"Good. Make your calls. Follow me Quinlan." Jon said to the other man, "I'll let you see your padawan."

By the end of the week, the first of the Jedi were woken, and slipped onto a cargo ship headed towards Home. With Kanna safely on board, to teach them what they missed while they were sleeping.

#star wars #post order 66 #jedi oc #kanna rae #im not happy with this ending #but im stopping it here i think

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bonesofapoet · 2 years

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fallen kingdoms and starlight hearts

[ obi-wan x you ]

author's note: I havent gone here in a while but i've been sitting on this since the finale bc god. what. a. chokehold. this series has on me. (no pun intended) s1 spoilers

word count: 1188

He wasn't the same, when he returned.

The suns had fallen, trailing the soft colors of dusk behind them with the dramatic flourish of farewell. The horizon was aglow with corals melting into golden hues, then weaving through deep navy blues. The clouds had already dissipated, leaving the stars to blink their hellos, one by distant one.

It was always the moons' domain, when he arrived, and this night was no different.

But this, though. This was.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back."

The laugh he answers with is soft. There's a lightness within, a distant song that weaved its way into the notes of his voice. That song had not breathed fresh air in eons, nor had it fallen upon your ears since before the war had ended.

(My, how it mirrored the wonders of the cosmos above.)

It was a gift, when the desert responded to his presence with a breeze; the air remained glowing with heat, even though the suns had only just descended beyond the town proper. A warm caress brushed the skin of your face, carried your clothes as far as the fabric would allow. It was a comfort - something to fill the air between then and now. Something to quiet the way your heart hammered in your chest when you saw his silhouette appear just beyond the horizon.

You had been looking toward that same stretch of land, a habit you indulged every night since his brisk departure.

Sand stirred about your feet, the last rays of the fading sunslight reflecting glittering fractals off the grains.

"Wasn't sure I was," he answers. The familiarity of his voice is enough to spring your heart from its cage. It had felt trapped, in the time he was away.

He walks closer still, time an object to be kept at bay. Stops only a few paces away from you, leaning against the little dwelling you have come to call home. He keeps his distance - and as always, he's just out of reach.

Two sets of eyes watch the last of the fading golden rays, but only his -

He can't help but let his gaze wander back down to you, only just now realizing that - hm. It's been a comfort he hadn't realized he counted on - watching these sunsets with you. Clinging, almost, to the way the sky has always lit up your expression, eyes alight with intrigue. With joy, even after all this time.

It's been ten years, and you still managed to revel in the thrill of being alive.

And yet, it's lost on him, how your eyes shined for the first time since he had left, and maker, had he missed moments like this.

How he had missed you.

You hummed, eyes falling down, down, down, to study the man before you. Though hidden in the shadow of the approaching night, you knew what you would find, when the light of your home lit his face.

"Did you find what you were looking for at least?"

It was steady, your voice. Quiet, in this hushed twilight. The air favored the blue hour now, but that didn't stop your radiance from guiding Obi-Wan closer than he had ever come before. You weren't one to pry - never had been, weren't about to start now - and for that, he was grateful. Curiosity played at the edges of your inquiries; always wondering, always offering kind eyes during a time that threw his own heart in his face and smothered his flame.

He takes a step closer, but you meet him halfway. Your heart longs to reach for his, but the past stirs in your lungs now and you know it can't be done. Instead, fingers reach to brush a calloused hand bleeding mercy from his fingertips.

"I did," eyes searched the ones before him, radiant, even in the dark. "But I think I left something behind, too. Funny how that happens, isn't it?"

Something had certainly shifted, while he was away. You were right to think so, before he even arrived.

"Is that - hm." your features were fully cast in shadow now, yet it was hard to miss when your lips began to rise. "Seems you rescued your humor while you were away as well. The whispers left out some key points, I see."

"Don't they always?"

The laugh that falls from your lips is enough to stoke the burning embers in his chest. They had gone out long ago, crushed by the weight of lifetimes gone by, but.

Anakin had changed that. Vader had changed that.

He felt them stir, those darkened ashes. Felt them brighten. Felt them catch.

"Doesn't mean they aren't worth listening to," your lips are still caught in a smile, and those embers begin to warm. He begins to reach back, if only a little. If only for somewhere to begin. "Do I need to be worried? It's been. . .it's been some time, Ben. He won't stop."

The loss of the suns are felt in the space residing between you, a chill suddenly clinging to the returning breeze. It felt cavernous, this short distance between old friends, and it was enough to make your skin begin to crawl. A feeling that things were shifting yet again - between you, and out in the galaxy - it settled along your bones, nice and cozy warm and alarming.

You shift closer to the man before you, and something shatters within, when you feel a hand wrap around your own.

It's reassuring. It's comforting. It's him.

(You wondered how long it would be, until you met Obi-Wan again. And now, you supposed, you found your answer.)

He begins to speak. Stops. Allows his eyes to drift up to the expanse laying itself raw right before your eyes. The stars are brighter now, far away and painting shapes in the darkness. The few unlucky ones close to the horizon begin to blur, as the moons begin their ascent behind you.

The first rays of silver fall on kind, tired eyes as they settle back on you, now the one a silhouette against the light. He shakes his head, and gives your hand a gentle tug.

Come closer.

It's impossible not to listen.

"I’m not interrupting your evening, am I?"

A huff, a shake of your head. You step back in the direction of your home, inviting him along with the tug of your hand.

It's almost teasing, when you answer.

"You never have, and I don't imagine you would start now."

He hesitates. Regards you, too, shining a welcome heart on a battered one. One that finally remembers before, when no one was drowning in fire or treachery or guilt. A heart finally realizing that the Empire hasn't truly won, not yet. Not in the ways that count.

Everything is different now.

Some things have stayed the same.

"Come inside. You can tell me all about it."

And for the first time, he does. Feels those embers burn hard and fast and bright - especially when the suns rise on the both of you the next morning, instead of the darkness.

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