#* — ask box. ❝ general skywalker’s commlink.

[dez78]

My Valentine

Fandom: Clone Wars

Pairings: Fives X Fem Jedi! Reader, Rex X Fem Jedi! Reader, Plo Koon X Fem Padawan! Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: They react to being asked to be your Valentine.

(Y/N)= Your Name

Tags: Valentine's Day, Chocolate giving, Clones being happy, Rex being jealous, Fives being cute, Candle dinner (mentioned)

Note: I went both ways with this one. In Rex's part, you're a second General to the 501st because they didn't have enough Clones to give you a battalion. While in Fives' part, you do and he's your Commander. I liked the idea of it.

Rex: The Captain was in a rather long briefing, he sighed deeply, he couldn’t wait to get out and just relax. The last few days have been constantly battling. Now they were on their way back to Coruscant.

Anakin wrapped up the briefing. He and Rex turned out together, leaving the bridge.

As they were going down the long hall, Anakin’s commlink beeped, he opened it up. Padme’s face showed on the other side. She was smiling,

“Hi, Rex.” She said,

“Padme.” The Captain nodded at her with a soft smile,

“What’s up, love?” Anakin questioned,

“Sorry, Rex. I need to take this.” He said, turning to his quarters.

“No problem, General.” Rex reassured as he continued walking, but not before catching their conversation,

“I can’t wait to see you, Ani. We're still doing that special candlelit dinner. Right?” Padme questioned.

“Of course, we are, I can’t wait to see you.” Anakin replied as he walked into his quarters.

Rex didn’t think Skywalker would be a candlelit dinner type of guy. Maybe it was a special occasion?

He wasn’t informed of such, maybe it was their anniversary or something.

When he got to the mess hall, he saw the boys laughing and eating chocolate. He cocked a thick brow. His eyes turned up; he saw padawan Tano handing out candy to the men. They thanked her; Rex was curious. He got his food and sat down, waiting eagerly for his box.

As he ate though, it became more and more clear, he wasn’t next. He was disheartened to see Ahsoka leave without presenting him a box of chocolate that all his vod had.

He frowned and ate, maybe she didn’t see him? Or maybe he didn’t get one because everyone thought he wasn’t that soft hearted. He sighed as he picked at his food. His brothers laughed as they traded chocolates. The boxes were simple red boxes, but it was clear.

It was February. Which meant it was Valentine’s Day.

When Rex was ready to drown in his jealousy, he felt a soft hand rest on his shoulder before a heart shaped box was set beside him. He looked at it curiously, then he looked up. He smiled when he saw you.

You bent down and pressed your lips to his cheek,

“Will you be my Valentine, Captain?” You purred, Rex didn’t hesitate and answered in a heartbeat.

“Of course, I will, Mesh’la.”

Fives: The romancer was so distracted with reports, he didn’t even pay attention to the days. Being General (L/N) first in command had its days. He knew why Rex hated doing paperwork, it was tedious, and he itched to just have fun.

The halls of the cruiser were quiet, a little too quiet because (Y/N)’s Padawan was handing out small boxes of candy to the men in the mess hall. It seems every clone on the cruiser was in the small room.

Fives sat in his usual seat in the mess hall, he wanted to be around his vod when he finished the work.

He raised a brow curiously as he watched, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the delicious looking chocolates. He wondered if he’d get one. He smiled at the thought.

When he saw the red boxes, it dawned on him. His eyes widened. It was February! How could he, the man of romance, forget this day!? Valentine's day!

He pursed his lips and wrapped up his reports, it was clear he wasn’t getting a box of chocolates when (Y/N)’s padawan walked out. With no signs of returning.

Fives would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed. He grabbed his reports and headed back to his quarters.

He walked with a slump, only straightening his back when he saw a crew member.

When he was near his quarters, he saw your padawan again, he stopped her.

“Hey, kid!” He called to her, she turned,

“What’s up, Commander?” She questioned.

“I noticed; I didn’t get a box of those fancy treats. I was wondering if you had any more?” Fives questioned with hopeful eyes.

“I’m sorry, I was instructed not to.” Your padawan replied. Fives slumped forward and watched her walk away. He went back to his room.

He punched in the code; the room was dark. He sighed, he needed to set his stuff down first. When he did, he perked up at seeing a heart shaped box on his desk. He opened it up and popped a chocolate in his mouth while reading the note.

‘Turn around Commander.’

Fives turned and his face heated up when he saw you in his bed. You switched the light on with the force and he got a good view of you.

You wore his Cama and boots. That was it.

“Will you be my Valentine, Commander?” You purred. Fives smirked deviously as he spoke.

“You know it, Cyar’ika.”

Plo: He sat in his quarters meditating on recent events, they were stressful. Even for him. He was so deeply stressed that he lost the days.

Once he was finished, he stood and headed out to find You. He needed to speak with You,

His curiosity peaked through, however, when he saw a few clones walking by with small red boxes of chocolate.

As he continued to walk down the long corridors, his curiosity grew, every clone he’s seen so far had these boxes.

The next pack of boys he saw, he stopped.

“Where did you boys get those?” Plo questioned.

“Oh, (Y/N)! Is handing them out to us, for Valentine’s Day!” A Clone replied with a bright smile.

Plo sighed, how could he forget? This was a special day, a day of lovers. He dismissed himself and hurried to find You now.

When he did, you were waiting for him in a red dress and candles and a music box.

“What’s all this?” He questioned as he walked into the meditating room.

“Master, will you be my Valentine?” You asked sheepishly, he smiles at You gently as he walks up to You.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He replied, then he wrapped his arms around your waist and swayed You to the music.

“I got you a box of chocolates too. I don’t know if you can eat them…” You trailed,

“I can. I just have to wait until later.” Plo replied, referring to his mask and taking it off later when he goes to his quarters for the night.

“It’s the gesture that counts.” He added, you smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting him guide You across the floor.

“Do you like the dress? Or is it too much?” You questioned with red cheeks,

“It’s perfect.” Plo hummed, you smiled and nuzzled into his chest, relishing in the feeling of having him in your arms.

[siennahrobek]

“Let me get this straight,” Cody struggled to express. You worked with Alpha-17.” The two of them had gone through the Temple after General Kenobi finished up his few communications and then explained to Cody what had happened on Kamino. The whole thing was rather bizarre, although not unwelcome. He definitely wanted as many of his brothers to flee with him and the Jedi as possible. He just never thought that Alpha-17 would lead a mutiny against the Kaminise and other natborns on the planet to take it over and start preparing for their own evacuation, planning to stay with the Jedi.

A few Temple guards would give General Kenobi a glance and then type something into their comm devices. Cody wasn’t entirely sure what they was about but Obi-Wan seemed rather unbothered.

General Kenobi hummed. “Many times.”

“You know Alpha-17.”

“Quite well, actually.”

“And he staged a mutiny after you warned him of the chips and Sith.”

“It appeared that way.”

“We are speaking of the same Alpha-17, correct? Big, burly, strictly loyal to the Republic, implies that the Jedi are kind of dumb and doesn’t seem to particularly care much about them, Alpha-17?”

“I wouldn’t say he dislikes Jedi,” General Kenobi replied, brows creasing.

“The Alpha-17 that practically doesn’t speak particularly kindly of anyone outside his-,” Cody stopped and thought about this for a moment. Did…was it possible? Alpha-17 of all people? There were stories about him being vaguely nicer ish when he came back and was stationed at Kamino full time as a trainer but, Cody had thought they were just that, stories.

General Kenobi glanced at him. “What?”

Cody shook his head. He would have to wrap his mind around that whole idea for later. “Nothing, sir. Just surprised he staged a mutiny and evacuation for you.”

General Kenobi snorted. “He didn’t do it for me. I just warned him.”

“As you say, sir.”

Time went on and the two of them worked harder and harder, talking and moving and even scouting the perimeter. Everything was in a hustle and bustle. Finally, someone mentioned anything Kenobi wanted to bring along. He had paused, like he hadn’t really thought of it; he hadn’t been anywhere near his own quarters. Cody surmised he probably hadn’t wrapped his head around the fact that he would probably never return.

It took some urging, but the two of them finally made their way to Kenobi’s quarters.

They stood at the doorway of his quarters; his general’s name emblazoned on a plate at the door. He hesitated before opening it and stepping inside. Cody hadn’t been here before; usually when he was in the Temple there was a reason and with all the duties that he and General Kenobi had, there wasn’t a lot of time for relaxation. The jedi took a deep breath of stale air and turned on the lights.

It was simple a small, although Cody had a feeling that the lack of personal items was due mostly to the war and being out all the time, rather than anything else. He didn’t spend much time here, Cody knew.

“Go pack some things, General,” Cody said, quietly. “I’ll see what I can get from the kitchenette.” He didn’t wait for an answer when he moved to the kitchen area, putting a few things of silverware in a box before setting it outside for one of his boys to pick up on their rounds down the hall. Afterwards, he had waited a few minutes for his jedi to return from his room, but curiosity got the better of him and he walked towards the door. There was an open duffle on the bed, a few items Cody couldn’t quite make out stuffed inside over the clothes. A dark case sat next to it. General Kenobi sat on the mattress, an unfamiliar lightsaber in his palms as he stared at it. It wasn’t Kenobi’s, Cody knew, and he was fairly certain it wasn’t Anakin’s either, as that one was clicked to the jedi’s belt.

“Whose is that?” he asked, softly.

“This saber was my masters, Qui-Gon Jinn. I had used it for some time after he died, used it to defeat the Sith, Darth Maul that had killed him,” General Kenobi explained, his voice a little void of the usual tones Cody was used to hearing from him. “I had used it afterwards before Master Yoda told me I should go to Illum to construct another. He would have hated what we became.”

“I didn’t know Ge-Master Jinn,” Cody admitted. “But in the end, you have saved countless lives of not only civilians and innocents, but me and my brothers as well. This was going to happen with or without you. The Jedi just did what they could to protect those they could and bring down the death toll. You always told me it was a Jedi’s duty to put others’ lives before your own, to help and protect them the best you could, to work for the greater good. I believe you did the best with the crappy situation you were forced into.”

General Kenobi’s gaze was warm and kind but very tired. He stood up and walked towards Cody before taking Cody’s arm and pressing the hilt in his palm. Cody couldn’t look at him and just stared at the saber, his mind buzzing. “I would like you to carry this, use it if necessary,” General Kenobi said with a deep breath.  “It has been sitting in my drawer for too long; it should protect people once more.”

“General, I-,” Cody started but General Kenobi shook his head.

“Trust me, Cody,” he assured. “There are few as worthy.”

The hilt was warm in his hand. He closed his fingers and nodded, firmly. “I will protect it with my life, sir.”

General Kenobi smirked. “I’m fairly certain it will be the other way around.”

Cody didn’t even get a chance to answer when General Kenobi’s commlink beeped. Pressing a button, he answered with a simple “Kenobi here.”

“Obi-Wan,” came the grumbling yet pleased voice of Kenobi’s diner friend, Dexter Jettser. “At least you’re alive.”

An eyebrow hiked up on his face as General Kenobi looked vaguely surprised. “Was there a doubt?”

“The Temple looks partially sunken in and is on fire, the clones are killing jedi,” Dex replied, uncharacteristically serious and dour. “I wasn’t sure if you were planet side or not and had doubts.”

“I am alive and have survived the siege on the Temple. We have pushed the attacking force back for now and are starting to…pack,” he replied, carefully. Dex seemed to get his meaning.

“Understood. You have a friend in me, always,” the besalisk promised. “But I have two Jedi here, one is in pretty rough shape. I’m working on transport for them, but it might be a moment. I don’t know where you will be. I won’t send them to the Temple, obviously.”

“Before the war, I asked you about a certain poison dart,” General Kenobi hummed, almost amused. Cody raised an eyebrow raised an eyebrow at him.

“Gotcha, that helps,” Dex replied. Cody didn’t know exactly what that meant or how Dex seemed to know exactly what General Kenobi was talking about, but they appeared sure and Cody could trust General Kenobi.

“And Dex?”

“Yeah?”

“The Clones, it…it isn’t their fault,” General Kenobi added, quietly. “They have chips in their brains that force them to comply. They are easy to find if you have an advanced enough droid and medical equipment and easy to remove but we did not know about them until recently. The Sith…the Sith have done this.”

For the first time ever, Cody heard the diner owner let out a string of curses. General Kenobi looked a little surprised too. “I understand,” he repeated, nearly in a growl. Dex had been pretty good to the clones during the course of the war. He gave them snacks and even passed along treats through General Kenobi for the 212th. They were welcome in his diner. “I’m sorry, Obi-Wan. I know how you feel about those boys.”

General Kenobi cast his eyes aside and closed them for a long moment. “We are doing all we can at this point,” he added.

“You should get going. I will leave you to it. Good luck, Obi-Wan. Stay alive.”

The new silence felt like it consumed everything. Neither was willing to speak. General Kenobi grabbed his bag in one hand and the dark case in the other and made his way towards the door. “We should get going,” he finally let out.

“I’m sure the evacuation is well on it’s way,” Cody added. “I have gotten a few updates; the ship is quickly filling up. Things are running mostly smoothly. Organa’s ships have sped things up rather drastically. He’s a good ally.”

“That he is,” Obi-Wan agreed, as they got through the door. Two soldiers came up to them and grabbed the box from the front and offered to take Kenobi’s other things. It only took a little urging to get him to give them up. “I hope Ahsoka, and Master Feemor have gone up,” he murmured. “Rex was with them; I believe he is fine.”

“I haven’t seen him yet,” Cody confessed. “I didn’t know he was planet side.”

“I had warned Ahsoka not to come but she did anyways. I felt Rex as well, but I think Master Feemor had convinced him to go to the Healing Halls immediately,” General Kenobi explained, softly as they worked their way down the halls, abandoning the jedi’s quarters for what would probably be the last time. It was no sentimental affair.

“But not Ahsoka?”

“No,” Obi-Wan replied, a bit bitterly. “She had stayed just long enough during my duel with…with Anakin to watch him slaughter a youngling and a padawan. After that, Master Feemor took her away. I don’t know what to say to her when I see her,” he admitted.

Cody clenched his gloved hand into a fist, trying to work through and release his anger. He was generally good at it, except for the fact that the person who betrayed them was someone Cody thought would never try to kill his general. Killing innocent children…that was beyond terrible. He tried not to think too hard on it, but did he want Skywalker to burn. They continued to walk down the halls, a bit briskly. “Do you know this Master Feemor? I’ve been hearing a lot of him from you.”

He seemed to think about this for a moment, bringing a hand up to his chin, trying quite hard to think. “Not really. The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I cannot seem to place him. When we escape, I will have to ask him some time. He helped me turn away the homing beacon for the jedi out in the field. And he assisted me, at least at times, with my duel with Anakin.”

There was a pause and Cody narrowed his eyes. Someone he would have to look into, for sure.

Thoughts and silence were broken by the incessant beeping on Obi-Wan’s commlink. Cody was hoping, if anything, it would just be an update from Master Drallig or Boil on how the evacuation was going. Perhaps they were almost done, and they could get a move on. They were not so lucky.

“Obi-Wan,” Senator Amidala’s voice was part fury, part relief and part frustration. There was a lot to pick up on and Cody’ wasn’t sure how to feel about it right now. Did she have to do this now? “Finally, you picked up. Obi-Wan what in the world is happening? I have been trying to get a hold of you forever! I can’t get in contact with Anakin and then Ahsoka said something that just could not be true at all about him. Bail and I went to a Senate meeting where Palpatine created an Empire and said the Jedi were traitors! What is happening?”

This was not going to be a pleasant conversation, Cody knew, especially from the look on General Kenobi’s face, which was drawn out and exhausted. Talking with politicians was never pleasant. At least with what General Kenobi had said about Organa, that man had made things extremely brief, offering up his ships and services instead of pressing for questions.

“I do not have time right now, Senator,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice as calm as ever. It was probably good she couldn’t see him; he looked exhausted and probably not entirely pleased with her at the moment. “We are evacuating the Temple of as of currently and Anakin is a complicated subject.”

“We need to talk.”

“About Anakin or about your pregnancy?”

“Y-You know about that?”

“Of course, I know about that,” Obi-Wan added with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The pregnancy thing was new to Cody, but he knew about Skywalker’s relationship with the Senator. They weren’t nearly as subtle as they thought they were and Cody had an amusing time ribbing Rex about it, although it wasn’t generally blatantly. “And Anakin is the father no doubt.”

“Y-yes.”

“That is very dangerous, Senator,” he sighed lightly again. “How far exactly are you along now?”

“I’m due within the next week or two.”

Obi-Wan’s face dropped so far Cody started to worry. His expression then hardened into determination. “Senator, you must leave and come with the Jedi-,” Cody shot him an alarmed looked. “If you want the children to survive.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Look this is all very complicated but you are going to need the help of the Jedi Healer. Pregnancies with force sensitives can be extremely difficult, especially when the pregnant partner is not,” General Kenobi explained, clear and steady. “And with Anakin’s midiclorian count and power with the Force, it is entirely possible you will die if you do not get help from Jedi healers when it is time for you to give birth. And given the fact that you are carrying twins-.”

“Twins?!”

So apparently the Senator did not know that. Wasn’t there pre-birth care for upcoming mothers, Cody mused.

Obi-Wan barely skipped a beat. “That also puts the risks much higher. The jedi are not sticking around the Temple to get slaughtered by the new emperor. So, if you want your children and yourself to live, you need to come with us.” His statement was firm and unyielding. There was no real debate, no choice to really make if she wanted her children to have a chance.

The Senator was quiet for a long moment. “Alright,” she conceded. “For my children. I do not believe what has been said about Anakin. He is a good person and can be saved…but I need to think about my…children right now.”

“If you are to come with us, you must leave immediately. We do not have much time and we cannot afford to wait. We have our own children to think about as well,” Obi-Wan gritted his teeth before taking a deep breath and smoothing himself out. “If you need help to get to the Negotiator, contact Senator Organa.”

“I will take my own ship,” she announced. “Just let your men know I am coming.”

“We will. Goodbye, Padme. I will explain that I can when we meet again.”

Obi-Wan didn’t wait for her to respond and hung up. There was a moment of silence before he leaned himself against the wall, as if he couldn’t hold himself up again. “This is a mess.”

“She doesn’t know about Skywalker?”

“I believe Ahsoka may have called her but…Padme loves him, I doubt she would want to believe it. She sees the best in him,” he shook his head.

Cody nearly snorted. “So do you. Sometimes it’s just not enough. Come on, General, I know you won’t go up until the last ship, until everyone else is aboard, but we can find somewhere to help until then.”

“I would like to see how the medical staff is doing; things would be going rather slow for them, as it is more difficult to move the injured. And also, perhaps, some of the freed clones if we can. I cannot imagine the difficult time they are having, waking up from being brainwashed only to run around to evacuate without being able to deal with what has happened to them.” He sounded so mournful, just thick with feeling and tension, more than Cody had ever really heard from him. General Kenobi tended to be quiet and private with his grief, although open with his praise. It was a bit rare to see such a show of heartache in others’ presence.

This was hard. For him, for Cody, for the Jedi. Cody was just trying not to think about it right; one thing at a time. He could only do so much to help and save as many as he could. Every so often his fist would curl, his legs would shake, his brain would get full, but Cody did what he did best; he pushed on. And on and on.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see the outcome right now. He was still trying not to think about the fact that he had been, although briefly, brainwashed and taken over by the Sith. Even though he hadn’t done any damage, the feeling was still there, oily and disgusting. It made his skin crawl.

Cody couldn’t imagine what the rescued 501st was feeling right now.

But General Kenobi was determined, and Cody couldn’t help but go along with it. He would stay by his general’s side. He just dreaded what he would see when he saw his brothers and what was left of them.

[oletherian-archive-blog]

what makes you think that you are a cool grandpa?

   i do not need to explain how cool i am.

[sonderwalker]

Started a series based off of @obiwanobi‘s dyad AU for Anakin and Obi-Wan!

You can read the story on AO3 by clicking here

Or you can click to keep reading!

Anakin stood in the hangar of the resolute, staring out at the stars. In the force, he could feel that Ahsoka was nearby, talking to Rex. He could also feel Obi-Wan, warm, and intense. Calm and calculating. Based off how Obi-Wan felt, he guessed that he was in briefing. He closed his eyes and focused on his old master’s presence.

“With all due respect general, it doesn’t look like there is any other way.” He heard Commander Cody’s voice say. He saw Obi-Wan frown and stroke his beard. The light from the hologram they were looking at highlighted the shadows on his face, and Anakin winced. He knew that he was always being nagged to take better care of himself, but it looked like he wasn’t doing that great of a job making sure Obi-Wan was also taken care of. He saw Obi-Wan sigh and close his eyes.

“Comm Anakin and Ahsoka up here. I want them to hear this.” He said. Anakin opened his eyes and looked down at his arm. His commlink began to beep.

“General- “Commander Cody began.

“I’m on my way.” Anakin replied and then lowered his wrist. “Ahsoka!” He called out, knowing that she was close enough to have heard her. His padawan walked up, her eyes bright with curiosity.

“Yes, Master?” She asked with a small smile on her face.

“Obi-Wan wants to talk to us about something on the bridge.” He told her.

“About what?” She asked as she began to match his pace as they walked towards the bridge.

“I’m not sure, but he looked worried.” Anakin responded and frowned. He could feel his old master’s worry and concern in the force. While those feelings were nothing new given the circumstances, each time he felt the uncertainty, the hopelessness that came with the war, coming from someone who appeared to be so strong, so certain, Anakin wasn’t really sure what he could do. What he should do.

 Anakin and Ahsoka walked onto the bridge, and saw Admiral Yularen, Commander Cody, and Obi-Wan all standing by the windows.

“Commander Tano, General Skywalker.” Cody greeted.

“Tell them about what we have found.” Obi-Wan said, his arms crossed. Admiral Yularen turned to face Anakin and Ahsoka.

“We have received intelligence that a colony from a nearby system has been captured by separatist forces.” He began.

“Civilians? What do the separatists want with them?” Anakin asked while frowning. So, this is where his master’s concern was coming from.  

“Well, from what we can tell, not very many people made it out. Their reports are… rather disturbing.” Admiral Yularen continued.

“Disturbing?” Ahsoka asked.

“Survivors have reported seeing people led away in chains and confound to small cages in boxes.” He paused before continuing. “To be sold as slaves.”

Anakin’s breath grew shallow, his fists clenched tightly, not wanting to reveal his shaking hands. He blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the thoughts, the sensations of those chains on his body. The way his body had to contort to fit in a crate. The sting of his slaver’s whip.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan said urgently. Anakin looked back up and saw his former master staring at him with a very, very worried expression.

“Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” He replied. He took a deep breath in, trying to calm his nerves. “What happened?” He asked. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened slightly, and before he knew it, he had grabbed onto his arm and was pulling him away.

“We need to talk. Now.” Obi-Wan said as they walked away. Anakin looked back at the others on the bridge. Ahsoka took a step forward, ready to follow Anakin.

“I’ll be back soon, Snips!” He called out as he walked off the bridge. Even though they were not on the bridge anymore, Obi-Wan continued to walk at a fast pace brushing past all the soldiers that stopped to salute him.

“Where are we going? What’s going on?” Anakin asked, trying to get a better look at his master’s face. Obi-Wan rounded a corner and opened a door. They stepped inside, and the door slid shut behind them.

“Why are we in your quarters?” Anakin asked.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Obi-Wan whispered, not facing him.

“What are you talking about?” Anakin responded while crossing his arms. Obi-Wan turned around and looked at him.

“About your childhood?” Obi-Wan responded.

“What about my childhood?” Anakin asked, his voice soft and dark.

“Anakin, why didn’t you tell me about what you had been through?” He responded, his voice cracking. “I saw, I felt what you went through.” He continued.

“What are you talking about?” Anakin asked again, trying to avoid the subject.

“You know what I’m talking about!” Obi-Wan yelled. Anakin flinched and took a step back.

“Anakin I- “He began. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He reached his hand out to his former apprentice, and then retracted it.

“Why… why didn’t you tell- “He began again but was cut off.

“Because, I didn’t know what to say.” Anakin whispered, trying to blink back his tears. “I had no idea what to say. I didn’t have anything else to compare it to. That was just… how my life was.”

“And you kept that locked away this whole time?” Obi-Wan asked, shocked at his former padawan’s behavior. “Despite our bond?”

“I was worried. I was afraid.” Anakin said, looking down at the ground.

“Afraid of what?” Obi-Wan asked. “Anakin, look at me, please.” He begged. Anakin looked up, and a single tear rolled down his right cheek.

“I was worried that you would be disgusted, ashamed, that you had decided to train someone like me, to become a jedi like you.” Anakin whispered, looking Obi-Wan in the eyes.

“No, never.” Obi-Wan said as he took a step towards Anakin. “I would never feel that way about you. I am so proud of you, and the knight that you have become. I couldn’t have asked for a better padawan, a better friend.” He placed his hands on Anakin’s shoulders. Through the bond, he could feel the guilt, the sorrow, but the hope that was starting to shine through.

“We will figure something out. We will free them.” Obi-Wan said. “I promise.”

[swhurtcomfort]

You may not need to actually write something new for this, prob you or someone has already written it, but I’d really like a story where we see Anakin (and others but mainly Anakin) react to Obi-Wan’s death and other people, particularly other Jedi feel really bad seeing him like this. Preferably both immediate reaction and long term reaction but anything with Padme+Jedi comforting Anakin over losing Obi-Wan is good. No Hardeen, butI don’t care if Obi-Wan is actually dead, ghost, or act. alive

I. Seconds

Anakin sits onthe edge of his chair, icing his sprained wrist and waiting for a droid tobecome available. The medbay is abuzz with shouting and running. His party hadsustained only a few bangs and bruises, but there have been rumors thatObi-Wan’s group ran into trouble on their way to the rendezvous.

Anakin closeshis eyes and tries to block it out, wishing someone would just bring him someboneknitters for his wrist so he could leave. He hears someone approaching, andto his surprise it is not a med droid. It’s Helix, flanked by Kix and Rex.

Helix openshis mouth to speak, then falters. Anakin sits up straight. Kix and Rex exchangematching looks of deep concern.

With one lastglance at Helix, who seems unable to explain, Kix steps forward.

“GeneralSkywalker, we’re so sorry,”

And Anakin’sworld comes crashing down.

…

II. Days

Anakin is grantedleave to return to the Temple.

Three membersof the Council meet him in the hangar. Anger burns in the back of his throatbecause it feels like a test, like they are waiting for him to screw up and dosomething emotional and un-Jedi-like. Master Windu is reaching out a hand,about to say something sympathetic but Anakin doesn’t want to hear and the lumpin his throat is threatening to betray him in that moment.

So he brushesrudely past and marches himself back to his quarters. Only he gets there helooks up, and the door in front of him is not his.

His feet havetaken him to Obi-Wan’s apartment, although he hasn’t lived there since hispadawan braid was cut. Obi-Wan, gone.Never coming back.

That’s thepart that doesn’t feel real yet, the permanence of it. Because he punches inhis old key code and it still works, and the inside doesn’t look like a deadperson’s apartment. Obi-Wan left in a hurry, never doubting that he would comehome. If he were really gone, why are his favorite teacups stacked neatly inthe sink, waiting for their owner to return and wash them? How can this bereal?

Anakin ignoresthe increasingly worried messages from Master Windu on his commlink. Mace wantsto talk about the funeral arrangements. The only arrangement that Anakin wantsto deal with is sending a secure message to Ahsoka, and praying that it willfind its way to wherever she is.

The day comestoo soon. The body on the pyre barely looks like Obi-Wan, and it makes Anakinsick. He and Yoda stand in the front, as members of a fallen Jedi’s lineageshould. They are the only ones left who are both alive and in the Order (Ahsokastands in the back, and Anakin wants to talk to her –  maybe thank her for coming or ask how she’sbeen – but she’s gone before the funeral is over).

Master Winduapproaches as the attendees are filing out. “Skywalker,”

Anakin looksat the floor to hide the tears streaking his face, wondering if he canplausibly blame them on the smoke. Master Windu’s gaze fills him with hot shameand horror at the reality of what has happened, what has been broken and cannever be fixed. He feels certain that the elder Jedi is weighing his reactioneven now, collecting information to use against him later.

But when Macecontinues, his tone holds nothing but sadness. “Obi-Wan touched many hearts inthis Order. You are not alone.”

It’s hard notto feel that way, though.

…

III. Weeks

He thoughtthat there could be no worse feeling than the fresh, gaping wound, but at leastthen he could lock the doors and wrap himself in a blanket and let his emotionscarry him away. Grief grows duller, but more chronic. Often he wishes he couldgather it all up and just have a good cry instead of this shallow, constantache.

Obi-Wan iseverywhere that he goes.

Anakin saved afew of Obi-Wan’s things before the cleaning droids got into the apartment. Hehides them in his own rooms, but paranoia grows in him. He’s afraid someonewill find them, and realize what a sentimental waste of a Jedi he’s become (orso the voice in his head tells him). He’s also afraid that if that happens,people will want him to get rid of the items.

He packs upall the teacups and flower pots and Mandalorian seashells in a box, and carriesit to the senatorial building. Padmé’s stomach is getting rounder, and thesight of her sends a spike of happiness shooting through the miserable fog inhis brain. There’s worry in her eyes when she greets him.

“Ani, youlook…frazzled,” she observes. He tries to explain.

There’s adrawer in the bottom of Padmé’s bureau that has been slowly filling up withAnakin’s clothes, and the thought of it makes him feel safe – like there’s apart of him that the Jedi Order cannot touch.

“You reallythink the Jedi are going to be angry with you for having…seashells?” she asksas Anakin as she watches him swathe another teacup in a spare cloak and slideit to the back of the drawer.

“It’s notabout the shells. It’s about what they mean.They want me to forget him, Padmé.”

“I’m sure theydon’t.” Padmé’s knowledge on the subject comes primarily from Bail, who likelygot it from Obi-Wan, but she still suspects Anakin is imagining the Council ascrueler than they are.

Anakin is toowound up to listen. “If I want to be a good Jedi, I have to let him go. Butdoes that make me a bad friend if I do?”

“You won’tforget him,” Padmé soothes, taking him by the elbow and pulling him in to faceher. “And the Order hasn’t forgotten him either. You have to know that.”

Anakin shakeshis head.

“I return toduty next week. Obviously they think I should be better by now,” he says with alittle sniff.

“Ani, there’sno time limit of when you’re allowed to miss him. You loved Obi-Wan. You stilllove him. Give yourself permission to grieve.”

Anakin sighs.“You don’t understand.”

“Then tellme,” she says matter-of-factly, sitting down on the ottoman and waitingexpectantly.

…

IV. Months

“No,” Anakin practically spits, and thelittle Twi’lek boy flinches.

“I’m sorry,”Anakin amends, suddenly reminded of how it felt to be a child and unsure of hisplace within the Order. “It isn’t your fault that that meddling green trollcan’t leave me alone. I’m sure you’ll be chosen by a much better Master than me.”

“But MasterSkywalker, Master Yoda told me…”

“Yeah, I know.But I’m not taking another apprentice.”

Snips willremain his first and only padawan. It will mean the end of their lineage, buthe knows somehow that Obi-Wan would understand.

What hedoesn’t know, though, is how Obi-Wan would have reacted to what he was about todo.

He walksslowly to the Room of a Thousand Fountains, and feels change flowing throughthe Force like a breeze. He sits down beneath Obi-Wan’s favorite tree andcloses his eyes. It feels like saying goodbye.

His meditationis interrupted by a gentle tap on his knee from Yoda’s gimer stick.

“Mostdisappointed, Initiate Fingol is,” Yoda says, shaking his head.

“I am not theone who gave him false hopes, Master,”Anakin snaps.

“The Councilseeks to help you, Knight Skywalker. And a good teacher, you are.”

“We both knowmy teaching skills are not the reason the Council is so hell-bent on this,”says Anakin, speaking more freely than he ever has to the grandmaster. “You’venever stopped looking at me like a bomb that might go off if it were jostled. Youwant this because you want me to feel like I can’t go anywhere or do anythingyou don’t approve of because I’m responsible for some kid. To trap me here.”

“To trap you,no,” Yoda corrects him sternly. “To ground you, young Skywalker. A greatchallenge, the past year has been, greater than any you have faced.”

Anakin blinksaway the tears in his eyes.

“But always,the Force returns like saplings in the ashes of a forest. Much, our lineage haslost. But new limbs, it may grow. New connections, and new purpose.”

“I think I’vealready found that,” says Anakin softly, thinking of Padmé and her baby.

“Where?”

Anakin shakeshis head. “I was never meant to do this. Maybe the Council was right from dayone, in some twisted way. I’ve never been a proper Jedi. I can’t let him go, andI don’t want to.”

“An uncertainfuture, the Council foresaw, not a lack of potential. And a fine Jedi you havebecome,” says Yoda.

“No.”

Anakin doesn’tcare if he is projecting, or whether Yoda has caught snippets of his thoughtsintentionally as they sat together beneath the tree, Anakin’s Force presencestill raw from his painful meditation. Yoda sees the clones directing Anakininto a back room of the medbay where he glanced beneath the sheet over the motionlessform on the table and collapsed to the floor in sobs. Yoda knows how manynights in the following month Anakin stayed up crying, and he knows about theteacups shoved in the back of Padmé’s dresser drawer.

“Misunderstandyou do, Skywalker. Condemn these emotions, the Jedi do not. Natural, the painof loss is. To the Force, you must entrust these feelings, and trust that youwill heal and grow from them.”

“I have toleave.”

Anakin dropsthe statement like something heavy, he can almost feel the beat in the Force.

“The firsttime you have considered it, this is not,” Yoda states.

“I’m seriousthis time.”

“Upset, youare right now. But the Jedi are not what you think we are. What you have alwaysfeared us to be.”

Anakin pondersthis.

“I think it’stoo late. It doesn’t matter who’s misunderstood. I can’t stay.”

It’s Yoda’sturn to look surprised, and emotion that Anakin finds thoroughly unsettlingcoming from him.

Finally thegrandmaster sighs. “Right, you may be.”

It’s not theanswer Anakin had expected, and it throws him for a moment.

“Sorry, I am,”says Yoda.

Anakinhesitates for a moment. “I’m sorry too.”

He turns away,silently saying one final goodbye to the tree, one of the only things he willmiss here. It had been Obi-Wan’s favorite meditation spot, and Anakin had comehere often in the past few months, trying to feel closer to him.

He turns away—turnstowards Padmé, and his family. His family.He’d always imagined having one as a child, but on Naboo that dream is evensweeter than on Tatooine. His child will grow up free on a planet of deeprivers and green fields. They’ll be happier than he has been. He’ll make sureof it.

He turns awayfrom the life that Obi-Wan had so desperately wanted for him, and hopes thatsomewhere in the Force, his old master will forgive him.

As he leavesthe Room of a Thousand Fountains, he thinks he sees a hand on his shoulder, hethinks he feels a supportive little squeeze. He turns around and sees onlyYoda, meditating beneath the tree.

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   can you believe senator genevieve took a bullet for siri ? look how beautiful siri is, she is so beautiful and precious and i love her. I’M GONNA CRY.

send me a ‘♗’ and i’ll use my icon style to make icons of your muse — ( accepting ) — @tachiisms.

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♗ uh yo?

   here we have the beautiful duchess satine, ft. obi-wan in like two of the icons looking very ... obi-ish. god i love them sm. and using my psd on the c/lone w/ars is always a hit and miss situation cause i’ve built mine to work on anakin’s face im CRYING ! and the blue and red is highlighted for his lightsaber colors and such, but i guess this turned out okay ???

send me a ‘♗’ and i’ll use my icon style to make icons of your muse — ( accepting ) — @demandpeace.

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daily reminder that mama is very proud of you and all of your accomplishments

   daily reminder that i love my mama so much and that i’d stop planets from turning to make sure she is safe. might beat up obi-wan if he ever tried to hurt my mama’s feelings.   I LOVE YOU MOM

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♗😉

   honestly like ? bless j/ames v/ega ? this made me miss the original m/ass e/ffect trilogy so much and now im sad, wtf ://

send me a ‘♗’ and i’ll use my icon style to make icons of your muse — ( accepting ) — @armsxmaster.

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chloe, can you rec me some blogs to follow?? my dash is so slow its starting to bother me u g h

       of course !   i’ve tried to split it up a little since i don’t exactly know what you are looking for.  i’m guessing star wars is one of them !  but i shall give you more of variety and recommend some really awesome people !

STAR WARS

@libertinedeath   @kybersung   @kybercore    @sithshadow    @tyranusss    @tachiisms    @lastorgana     @masterofcraft    @demandpeace     @arepure    @withoutpeer    @hopeandrhetoric   @tatooinejedi   @oftwileks    @oferiadu    @sergeantstardust    @dathomirborn    @galaxyslasthope    @jaigsight    @weaponexpert    @jaigsight    @khagaan    @crdered    @legacyappetite    @captaxn    @snipisms    @sergeantstardust    @sacrificans    @shadcwpreacher    @scavengered    @cosmichymns    @smugglerson    @stillsolo    @spacetol    @ostardust    @cxnfliicted    @alderaanheir    @forcesensiitivity    @helluvapilot    @dualsuns    @solraised    @amxdala    @nabxrrie    @artcfwar    @awakesforce    @governcr    @stellacoronae    @neverthedark    @astramajestic    @spacepiratemaz    @princessofwar   @fulcrumm    @weaponsdirector     @ncrfherder    @rebelsacrifice    @spacewagoner    @diplomatiic    @darkslain    @warcraftcr    @vaderwoven    @rebelstars    @rcguecne    @chnaka    @fearbuilt    @forcerebel    @onderonian    @empiricalcommander    @crossingstars    @cuyanir    @rcbelborn    @starrises    @ofalderaan    @withconflict    @riskappetite    @lothrat    @darksighter    @ironfistedwill    @menaceborn    @cosmosbeing    @awakenedrey    @motherliberty    @seeheroic    @artisticallydcne    @artoooie    @techniiciian    @lightlived   @illvolition    @kaminosfinest

OTHER FANDOMS

@@aftcrshocks    @viduamor ( not mcu though. ‘cause fuck the mcu )    @nexusbeing   @purrsuasion   @underoosed, @antagxnized @godcoded @warwrovght    @americanasitgets    @spunstories    @sarraqum, @lensbound   @gunnerychief   @grewbored    @helioshero    @freedomscost     @wanderiingstars    @icaryian    @nightfostered    @starksprincess    @smashcd    @bravefought    @snowodes    @xstrange    @falsegcd    @citystarlet    @rougescion    @dollfaced    @walkitcff    @unseenmockingjay    @ironclad     @capablehands     @vckarian    @kilgrins    @armsxmaster   @krivicudo    @spareheiress    @patrict    @timefather    @siihas    @imhiscarer    @diamvndback    @nctapawn    @hiddensteel    @sempermemoriia    @gcdsfavorite    @rosecrime    @swellofpity

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lays head in husband's lap

   whilst focusing on the datapad in his hands. anakin had yet to hear the sound of his wife moving closer to him, until her head was upon his lap. a smile graced his face, and the datapad was quickly discarded of, dropped at the other side of him on the couch, his hand softly being placed upon padmé’s head, softly tangling her loose hair between his fingers, whilst his mechno-arm gently dragged his fingers up and down her arm, he sat there for a moment, lost in trance whilst gently playing with his wife’s hair, then leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her forehead. holding it there, pressing as much love and passion through the kiss until he pulled back, allowing his lips to gently brush of her skin, another smile appearing softly across his features.   ❛ ... I LOVE YOU. ❜

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someone I know hates Hayden Christian's acting - specifically in the prequels - and I am so ready to go full Sith mode on this guy

   me ! to be honest ! i cannot tell you the amount of arguments i’ve gotten into recently about people shitting on hayden’s acting. like ! he ! wasn’t ! THAT ! bad ! o h m y g o d

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I WILL MAKE YOU PROUD!!

   YOU ALREADY DO !!! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU

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you fucked up, grandpa. I will set up a shrine for grandma now, I am sure she will love and appreciate me.

    ❛ no. grandma hates you. worship me my grandson. worship me and together ... with galen. galen, my main man. we can rule the galaxy. WE CAN RULE THE GALAXY AS GRANDFATHER AND GRANDSON, WITH GRANDPA’S FAVORITE CHILD GALEN BY HIS SIDE.     but you must worship me. ❜

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here's a concept. vader hearing his niece hates him. *blows kisses*

   I HATE YOU. cold words. cold words spoken through the lips of one of the warmest hearts to ever grace the galaxy. the daughter of obi-wan kenobi and padme amidala. the daughter of the master that had betrayed him    ---   long gone. hiding among the stars. but he’d find him. he swore that until his last dying breath, when the monster finally dies. he would KILL obi-wan kenobi for everything he had done. and the daughter of the senator whom which held anakin’s heart, but she did not hold his. she turned her back to him, she refused him. and yet, she was the one trying to pull him back. trying to pull the man he was before, back into the light. her mouth, speaking such lies. he had too. he had to extend his arm, invisible fingers wrapping around her throat to SILENCE HER LYING MOUTH. and now he stood before their daughter, the mix of the two people that were once in his life whom BETRAYED HIM. and now she too ... was betraying him.

   ❛ join me, rey. ❜   the words hurt. he wouldn’t deny that. hearing his niece, his bright niece, the niece whom he would’ve slayed an entire galaxy for. speak to him like this. she didn’t understand. she would NEVER understand. not while she was following the steps of her father before her. there was so much potential, so much she could learn and do. she was POWERFUL. and vader was determined to ensure she felt the full front of her power.   ❛ you are strong with the FORCE. more than you will ever know. let me teach you. join me. and we will rule the galaxy. we will find your father    ---     ❜   ( and kill him where he stands ).

    ❛ you do not hate me. you just do not yet understand. but you SOON will. ❜

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Friendly reminder : you are amazing and a stunning writer with overwhelming talent and ilu.

   thank you for taking the time to send this. this means a lot to me. thank you so much ; w ;