#I like to imagine anakin shows up and he’s just covered in all the robes obi-wan threw off too early

[mutatiio]

🩵 Anakin x Alpha

muse relationship headcanon game !!

who curses more? i'm gonna say anakin. he doesn't swear too often in conversation or around other jedi (specifically higher ranking ones - minus obi-wan), but does when he's flying or working on a droid and something goes wrong. he snags his fingers a lot so there's plenty of frustrated swearing.

who is more patient? alpha. he's a sniper and that requires patience a lot of the time. he's also gone on missions with anakin and survived them.

who does the driving? anakin, unless there's some reason he can't do it. he'd need to be immobilised or tending to something else to opt out of driving though.

who is louder? who is quieter? anakin is louder. he's bad at sitting in silence. brain is always going a million miles a second and he's always got something he wants to say or talk about (unless you've pissed him off, then he's stewing). alpha is quiet. speaks more when prompted or comfortable, i imagine.

who is more physically affectionate? anakin!! can't keep his hands off of his man. even more so when he realises alpha really likes the little touches. that's not to say alpha isn't also affectionate though. he drags anakin closer to him when he wants quiet time, strokes his hair. comforts him plenty of other times. they both like touching each other. like having someone who is theirs, in a way.

who is more likely to tease the other? they both tease each other. it's how they ended up getting together to begin with.

who is better with time management? i would say alpha. he's been trained as a soldier from the moment he could stand. anakin's not bad at time management. he's good at showing up for stuff he wants to be involved in or missions. but if he's got a meeting with the council then catch him accidentally spending too long doing ship repairs.

who wins the arm wrestling matches? alpha.

who controls the music in the car ride? alpha. he's in the passenger seat and anakin doesn't care what they listen to. i doubt alpha has much of a music preference to begin with, but anakin wants to change that.

who covers dinner when they order in? anakin. gotta spend that jedi dime.

who is more outgoing? who is more shy? anakin is both outgoing and shy, but he heavily leans towards outgoing. alpha is more shy. embarrassed with compliments, sheepish when they first kiss, quiet in most conversations.

who has the more outlandish fashion sense? neither. alpha wears republic supplied armour and anakin usually wears his jedi robes. given the chance, i think they'd both be pretty evenly not outlandish though.

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them? anakin starts them and alpha likely ends them. big man can just lay on him.

who has the darker/more "edgy" sense of humor? i would say alpha does since he 'jokes' about assassinating senators for convenience sake. however, i'm not completely certain that those are jokes.

who is more competitive when it comes to games? i think they would both be competitive when it comes to playing against each other. i feel that alpha might be competitive against other people, specifically his brothers because he feels he has something to prove?? it's difficult when you're being compared to another being that was cloned from the same person you were. and anakin is also competitive in pretty much every sense. they're on equal footing there.

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth? anakin starts off with a big appetite, his stomach could never keep up though. he ate loads when he was a kid. he can still demolish food quite easily, but with the war and rations not tasting good, he's taken to eating less. typically forgets and skips meals when he's busy. alpha would have been raised on kamino and likely got very generic food. and then the war so he's also on terrible rations. still, i feel that he needs to eat decently well to maintain all those muscles. neither really strike me as having massive sweet tooths.

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public? both. i'd say anakin has more opportunities to and therefore has done it more often. but i feel that alpha would be just as quick to go for the throat as anakin.

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them? anakin for both. but the only parties he's hosting is like. birthday parties for obi-wan or ahsoka or last minute celebration for the 501st when they get home from an exhausting mission.

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other? i doubt the kaminoans cared to teach the clones anything about cooking. anakin learned from shmi and obi-wan. while he's not passionate about cooking, he's happy to do it for people he loves. so he'd definitely cook for alpha.

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior? both lmao. alpha wants to kill senators. anakin is chaos reincarnated. they're a horrible duo. god bless anyone who has to tag along with them.

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other? anakin's gonna spot 99% of issues because a single change in behaviour gets him anxious that alpha suddenly hates him. so he's bound to actually ask when something is genuinely wrong. but alpha probably spots it more accurately. though anakin doesn't leave it a mystery. he's very Off when he's upset or angry. you'd have to be across the galaxy to not be able to tell.

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)? i think anakin would do it more.

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support? they'd both try to help the other and they're both good at it in their own way and those ways tend to be good for the other. silent reassurance from alpha to anakin and anakin with his verbal praise/hype energy.

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it? anakin for pranks and he gets punished but is also getting the last laugh because he enjoys the punishments he's given.

[courscants]

AFTER THE FALL — Anakin Skywalker

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CHAPTER I — Landing On Unknown Shores

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⟡ pairings — Anakin Skywalker x Oc

⟡ timeline — Act 1 is post TPM !

⟡ warnings — None :)

⟡ authors note — Hiii! Welcome to “After The Fall” This is an Anakin fic that I have on my Wattpad (Courscants) So go follow me there! I post primarily on Wattpad, but the chapters will be posted here as well! I hope you guys enjoy Act 1 :)

⟡ summary— When Lillia Dione Val’eaon gets caputured during her coronation, her oldest friends and Jedi, Anakin Skywalker & Obi Wan Kenobi are sent out to find the missing princess.

⟡ tags — @panakinthedisco @heartofmortis

 

Anakin searched for the belt, head turning from left to right as he found it and hatched it into the top part. The ship jolted as they exited hyperspace. The planet that lay before them was extraordinary. The shades of sapphire and emerald lit his face, while the planet illuminated bright whites from its atmosphere. Valérian was beautiful from afar, but Anakin could only imagine how it would look when they landed. When he was on Naboo, it shocked him how much green there was in the world. He had only ever seen the same sand and twin suns every morning, he grew to be tired of it.

The ship entered through the sky, light clouds flooding their way onto the glass in front of them. Anakin sat up to get a better look at the view. They flew directly toward the capitol, Selenta. Anakin had read very few books, but he remembers hearing the name of this one. Selenta was full of soft mountain ranges, mostly covered by the city that was built off of the cliff side. He could see mountains in the back, which casted a light shadow over parts of the city. Golden and white architecture flooded the grounds and walls like heaven painted the skies.

The boy smiled widely as the ship lowered onto the landing platform. He jumped out of his seat, hurriedly walking toward the ramp that was now well set on the floor, but Obi-Wan stopped him. "I ask you to keep your focus, I understand that this is all so exciting, but you must remember why we are here." He looked to the blonde boy that stood in front of him, Obi-Wan did not like tearing the boys smile off his face, but it was for the sake of the Jedi, and Obi-Wan Kenobi had now taken a huge step after his master died.

Anakin nodded. "Yes master." He pulsed his lips together slightly and then began to follow the older man off the ship. The planet was warm -- but welcoming to his tan face with star fallen freckles. The tropic smell of the sand hit this nose, although he grew up on the dunes of Tatooine and did not appreciate them, this was different. It felt more like a home instead of a dungeon. The pair were met with a man and a woman, both dressed neatly. They looked wealthy, while the woman wore a floor length flow white dress, with a gold plate to tighten the waist.

Anakin thought it looked uncomfortable and almost wanted to say something, but he decided not to. "Welcome to Valérian, I do hope it was an easy travel." The woman smiled, her hands clasped together. "Thank you, your highness," Obi-Wan bowed, Anakin followed. "we are truly grateful to be here." He continued. "We have so very few new Jedi show up, but we are happy it is finally put to good use." Kier Val'eaon beamed, his smile pearly white, and his eyes young.

They began to turn around, walking inside the tall white building. The actual space inside was smaller than how it looked on the outside, columns lined up along the border, stopping just a few feet apart for the great stairs that led to the top. As Anakin looked around, he realized that him and Obi-Wan were at the cusp of Valérian, he looked over the sharp buildings, his gaze focused on the distant mountains in the horizon. Obi-Wan nudged his shoulder, signaling him to return to reality. As they walked in, another person waited at the table. She had dark hair, and dressed in similar Jedi robes.

"This is Master Sarratla, she has been here for quite some time." Kier muttered. She stood up, bowing her head at the royals and the Jedi who she greeted.

"It is nice to finally meet you," She began, looking toward Obi-Wan, who nodded his head with a small grin. "I am sure there is much to teach you, young one." The woman looked down to the young boy, Anakin nodded, grinning happily like we was ready to take on the galaxy.

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It was now later in the day, the sun was bright and hot, its presence challenging against the dark robes. The temple was smaller than the one Anakin had faced on Courscant, but still, it held a chance for Anakin Skywalker to take. It was white instead of a sandy dim orange, with golden statues of ancient Jedi that lived long before him. Anakin's Palawan braid blew as the old doors swung open into a neat courtyard. Two short flights of stairs led to the bottom of the in-ground training center, with luscious greenery and vibrant flowers decorating the sides.

Anakin took a deep breath, staring up at the sky in admiration. Valérian was beautiful, its moons Haakon and Solae sat brightly above. There was much to learn about this planet, so much knowledge buried in the core that begged to be revealed. The garden stretched out far enough so that it reached the countryside. Anakin was grateful he was able to see it, how the mountains reflected the moons and sun. He could die here. The boy would thank Valérian for letting him be wrapped in its ancient vines and turn to nothing but bones.

Except he couldn't.

He was now a Jedi, and he was expected to be one, not to fool around while day dreaming of places he will go. Anakin was just a boy, but he was ready to be great. The Jedi had told him he'd be great, and he believed them. It was almost dusk, within a few hours, the sun would be submerged beneath the planets surface. Obi-Wan walked down from the stairs, looking at the boy with his hands behind his back and ready to train.

"Master." The boy turned, bowing his head as his padawan braid fluttered in the wind. "This temple is old, but it will do," Obi-Wan started, reaching the end of the steps.

"the Jedi who remain here are welcoming, but our stay will not be so lengthy." The man walked over to the little boy. "Our training starts now, we will begin with meditation." Anakin nodded, sitting down criss crossed on the pavement. "You must remember, Meditation is key to a Jedi's daily life," Obi-Wan copied the padawan's pose on the floor. "it creates balance and clarity." He finished. Anakin took a deep breath, eyes closed as he felt the ground beneath him shrink. There was a silence for a few minutes, Anakin had lost himself to pure solace, and he cherished it. "Beginning training with meditation is important." Obi-Wan got up as Anakin opened his eyes.

"Now, we will do what Master Qui-Gon taught me," He paused, looking at the confused boy. "using the Force to move desired objects." He finished, a small smile on his face. This had been one of Anakin's favourite lessons, he had done it before back on Courscant within the first month of his training. The boy jumped up, grabbing rocks from the nearby ruins of old cobblestone. He set them down and then ran over to stand next to his master. "Force telekinesis is born within the mind." Obi-Wan enlightened the padawan.

"It is an important skill, something I'd be grateful to use in a battle." He continued. Anakin admired his master, he thought he was wise, and he took on a huge responsibility after Qui-Gon passed away. He thought of the times he may use this skill — perhaps in an everlasting fight with the droids he encountered on Naboo, or even a creature he comes across on another planet.

He closed his eyes, envisioning the rocks in front of him levitating with his outstretched hand. He then took a deep breath, feeling the clean and salty air fill his lungs, as opened his eyes, he saw the rocks in a new position — about five feet away from its previous. "Impressive." Obi-Wan looked to the setting sun that was now on the waters of Procidens Stella — otherwise known as The North Sea. "That will be all for today, the celebration must be starting soon," He paused, turning his head back to the boy.

"join us soon." Obi-Wan finished, walking away with a slight nod with his head. Anakin stared off at the waters, something had been bothering him. He felt a pair of eyes watching him from afar, but they did not seem threatening. Anakin did not feel the need to use his new force abilities right then and there. The presence was soothing, soft and kind. He turned, looking toward the conical trees that lined the small training area. Something had scurried behind it, the trees gently  swaying as Anakin walked closer.

"Hello?" His voice rang out, nearing the tile wall that separated the higher land above the sector. "Who's there?" He asked again. A young girl walked out, her gentle footsteps on the soil underneath her, her hair was slightly messy, but still curled and flowing down her shoulders.

She wore a long light blue dress, with golden jewels cascading down the center, similar to the dress he saw on the woman earlier. The young girl had flowers in her hair, which sat nicely upon her head and forehead. She looked as if she was from the stars, twinkling in the setting sun and violet skies."Are you a Jedi?" Her voice was as soft as she looked, and Anakin Skywalker swore he had just met a fallen star. He looked up at her as she stood on the raised land in front of him. "A Jedi Padawan, but i'm sure that's the same." He smiled. The girl giggled slightly, fully coming out behind the long and skinny tree that 'hid' her.

She sat on the tile wall, jumping down next to the boy. "I've always wanted to meet a Jedi, this temple has been here for several years," she paused, looking up toward the sky and her lips silently moving, "four-thousand seven-hundred and twenty eight years in fact!" She beamed. "How do you know that?" Anakin asked her. "I have read the history books several times, i'm training to be the queen of Valérian some day." She twinkled. Anakin's mouth opened slightly. "You're the princess?" He questioned, bowing as he said so. She nodded, smiling as he bowed.

"Lillia Dione Val'eaon, what's your name, Jedi?" She held out her hand, in which he gladly took it. "Anakin Skywalker." He shook it. "Well I suppose I'd have to bring you to the celebration now, my family expects you as much as they expect me." Lillia scrunched her nose and smiled. "If we had more time, I would love to show you around Valérian." They walked up the stairs and toward the city of Selenta, which beamed in lights and fireworks as dusk came upon them.

"I never thought an actual Jedi would be here." Lillia looked toward the sandy haired boy who walked next to her. He looked confused, "don't you already have Jedi?" Anakin questioned. "Well, yes, but they are older, you are new." She shrugged. Anakin laughed as they walked by townspeople with sparklers and colored powders.

The stars above them had finally been able to peak out among the mix of lilac and cerulean. The seas next to them on the platforms glistened. Selenta was built right off a mountain, with staircases that led straight up to the main hall. The main hall was a circular structure, with a dome roof and pillars that surrounded it. Valérian was known for its white and gold architecture, and many had loathed them for it. They had also loathed it for its materials, but Valérian was protected — only a madman would be able to breach its waters.

They walked up the stairs to the building, where the royal family had stood next to Obi-Wan and Master Sarratla. Lillia hurried over to her mother, then nestled lightly into her skirts. Soteria smiled at her daughter, placing her hand on her back and hugging her slightly. "This evening, we welcome our Jedi who have made the long journey to our home." Her father's voice echoed over the town as people gathered in the center before him. Keir Val'eaon placed his hand on the podium in front of him. Lillia looked toward her people, grateful that she could be apart of a dynasty as great as this.

"We are appreciative that we can provide them the temple." He smiled, looking back toward the two Jedi who nodded. "Now we must celebrate!" The King raised his hands as shouts of happiness rang out from beneath them. Lillia was a mere nine stars old — that's what they had called age on Valérian, relating back to its oldest star: Asteria, but still she was a girl full of wonder and a strong future.

Fireworks danced above them as music echoed in the young girls ears, Valérian was truly exactly where Anakin Skywalker wanted to be.

[galactic-pirates]

Liveblog of episode 5 of Ahsoka. In which I have many feelings.

Ahhhh I’m so glad Huyang found Sabine’s helmet I was worried about that haha. His “I told them to stay together” and yup and because of that we doubly all saw this coming. I feel really bad for him as he might think both Sabine and Ahsoka are dead and obviously Huyang survived Order 66 (and is so much older as well). He has seen generations of Jedi from helping to craft their first lightsaber. He will have seen them die, most of them far younger than anyone would hope. If only they stayed together, there is safety in numbers. But Order 66 split the Jedi across the Galaxy - took them away from each other - and they fell one by one. Oh it hurts.

I find it interesting that Anakin is still wearing his “almost but not quite Sith” outfit he had in the third movie. I mean it was also his Clone Wars outfit. It was how Ahsoka knew him but it’s not the outfit he was put in for the replacement end scene in Return of the Jedi which was the stereotypical Jedi robes (identical to Obi-Wan).

I gasped with the “I won’t fight you” line as that’s what Ahsoka said to him in Malachor. “I’ve heard that before” - yes! And I remember when. Can you imagine that fight from his POV as suddenly a stormtrooper just yanks Ahsoka through a portal that came out of nowhere and boom she is gone.

Senator Organa!!!! I am screaming. Oh I love love love love that!!! Yay Leia covering for them. Oh that is so awesome! I know, I know, I am easily pleased but yay I am smiling so hard.

I love that Hera didn’t dismiss Jacen. She got Chopper to check, there was nothing, but she still listened and followed Jacen in listening. Did she know it was the force or was she just showing him respect? He might be a kid but he’s still a person. OMG OMG OMG they mentioned Kanan!!! Jacen has abilities - yes! Baby Jedi and I love that Carson is just like “whelp ok Jedi weirdness have to roll with it” and immediately snapped to it. I wonder why Hera didn’t taken Jacen in the Ghost. I mean if he can hear the fight, might she not think he could sense it and find it? Also leaving him alone on a planet, even with Chopper, seems risky.

Oh wow live action Clone Wars and baby Ahsoka. Oooooh and they remembered to give her a green lightsaber. So sad all those hurt and dead troopers :( I know Ahsoka is a baby Jedi but that is still a lot to put a kid through. Star Wars doesn’t seem to care about that though. I mean Padme was Queen/leader of her planet as a teen.

I’m not sure if that Clone Wars was a memory/flashback or not. The Anakin that talked to Ahsoka about war, said that he had to train her to be a solider. There seemed to be Anakin’s usual attempt to connect but then a failure with the joke “teaching isn’t all it’s cracked up to be” to lighten the mood but Ahsoka wasn’t there yet. He then got defensive and grumpy “what do you want from me?” because really Anakin chafes under orders but can’t exist without them. He needs to be told what to do. It feels very realistic like this might actually have happened. Right up until the “what if I want to stop fighting?” “Then you’ll die” as they aren’t in the middle of the battle exactly. Yes it’s close but there is the injured men behind the frontline, there’s the Walkers etc. I don’t know my gut feeling says Clone Wars Anakin would have let Ahsoka step back from the battlefield. He didn’t want to lose her, he wanted her to stay a Jedi, and in those times that meant the war, but would he have made her fight if her head wasn’t there? He absolutely didn’t want her to die. Is this part of the tunnel vision that Anakin saw no other options but the lie of hiding his marriage? Staying a Jedi, fighting the war, and the fight was all there was? That shot with the smoke and then flash Vader, flash Anakin, sure was something. Stunning and impactful.

I wonder did Hera hear the lightsabers? Did Jacen somehow share that with her? “You do things your way because you care. This is why people like you” - I put on another tag that it must be hard to stop being a rebel, as that was years of living to conscience not the rule of law/government authority. So the New Republic is leagues better than the Empire but it’s still an organisation operating to the Greater Good, and people will get lost/hurt in the shuffle. Hera always understood the cost of the mission but she was also free to choose the priority based on conscience. She did right by the Rebellion but she also did right by her family. This wasn’t a case where she had to choose, as it didn’t hurt the New Republic to come help Ahsoka and Sabine.

I hope Huyang put Sabine’s helmet in her old room on the Ghost. Reunion for Sabine and her helmet in the finale.

Oh blink and you miss it live action Rex. Siege of Mandalore explains the Ahsoka face paint clone, also the Mando enemy and not separatists droids. Also her now blue lightsabers which I had thought was just the light not showing right in the smoke. I also had initially thought it was a Bounty Hunter as it was the same battle, and it looked like there was a blue twi’lek in the earlier one. I had thought perhaps that was Aayla Secura but she had what looked like a blaster rather than a lightsaber.

I’m not sure what Anakin is trying to teach Ahsoka here. These flashbacks, not flashbacks? back to the war. It’s like Ahsoka is saying Baylan was right, she is a soldier, a bringer of death - and the battlefield scenarios support that - and also Anakin is saying she is a fighter. But then it’s there is more to the legacy? And she has learned nothing? and he’s going all Sith eyes. I am confused. Man Anakin striding forward and the flash to Vader, the show is really bringing it with the artistry. Wow she disarmed him. A true reflection of her skill? Or was the point to make her choose life rather than death? Anakin’s eyes are back to normal. “There’s hope for you yet” and he’s gone.

I wonder… so much about Ahsoka. So much about any Jedi post-Order 66 is the trauma of survival. Being stuck alive but dead in so many ways, of having lost a lot of what made them who they are, of not being allowed to be themselves. Having to hide their abilities, beliefs, deny their history etc. it’s like Ahsoka died on that Venator and she has been a Ghost ever since. Ha! I kinda just got that with the whole Ghost + Spectre thing. I mean also haunting the Empire, elusive and hard to catch but yeah the enemy they thought they had buried - the Jedi.

I read a meta. I think it was probably Gffa but it might have been someone else, wondering if Ahsoka only took Sabine as her padawan because she wasn’t force-sensitive. She could teach lightsaber techniques and not have to worry about the call to the dark side. Sabine could have emotions and it wouldn’t be Anakin. Now I’m not 100% sure if I buy that completely but it’s a plausible read. Ahsoka definitely feels stuck. So the whole “I choose to live” thing isn’t just a way out of this “world between worlds” force-willed safety net, it’s also potentially a release of the death and the chance for a new beginning? Maybe that was the point of the Clone Wars flashbacks, to face where it started and to say “I don’t live here anymore”.

Impressive job making the orange make-up waterproof. Ahsoka looked different without the headdress. Jacen playing with Chopper is so pure and I love that he ran over to give Ahsoka a hug. Sad though that he’s not been in her ship before, indicates they aren’t hugely close. But I love how indulgent and warm Hera and Ahsoka looked as Huyang answered Jacen’s questions. I still love that Ahsoka can sense force echoes like Cal Kestis can.

Chopper’s “uhoh” was awesome. And naturally Hera is like ugh politics, Sabine is family and my priority. Hera knows what it could cost her Ahsoka going after Sabine but it’s a price she will willingly pay. It’s not just her career, it’s her place in the world, it’s the ability to be part of things and keep making a difference. But what difference can she make if she sacrifices her integrity? Hera is so awesome. Never losing sight of that when arguably so many others (like perhaps Mon Mothma) has.

Small things I do love seeing Ahsoka’s ship next to the Ghost. I am still unnaturally happy everytime the Ghost is on screen.

I love Carson bullshitting to protect Hera. I mean he was a fun character in Mando season 1-2 but has really come into his own. I love characters who show loyalty like that. Awwww man Hera and Jacen, my heart can’t take it it’s so sweet “just like the stories you told me”. Ezra has never met him but I super adore that Jacen knows all about him.

Haha going in the whales mouth. I feel like there’s a reference here. Jonah? I mean chasing the white whale of Thrawn I guess. I’m not sure I like Ahsoka being so zen about “better than going nowhere” given Sabine’s in danger. But I guess even Ezra couldn’t tell them where to go, he just got to them to take Thrawn’s ship along for the ride. I love how the purgills just went around the fleet. Proof they only hit ships accidentally maybe? It’s a shame Hera and the Ghost isn’t going but a leap into the unknown like that would be crazy with Jacen so fair and I guess someone has to fill out the paperwork.

Wow what an episode. Shame Sabine didn’t appear but I think that would have been too much. There was a lot here without the third plot line and my usual complaint is that they rush stuff, so the delving into the Clone Wars flashback/memory things and giving them the time and weight they deserved was good. The sheer artistry.

I still don’t agree with some of the story points like the ridiculous ancient map (as how can they know that’s related to Thrawn and Ezra’s location?), or Sabine as a non-force sensitive Jedi? (Seriously it makes no sense) but I can’t deny this show has been made with an obvious real love for the franchise. I have a real love for Star Wars too so it’s great to see.

[nintenderniere]

Obi-Wan, throwing off his outer robe and turning on his lightsaber, a fuck-around-and-find-out smirk on his face as he rushes into battle:

Padawan! Anakin, running up and picking up Obi-Wan’s robe, already carrying 8 other articles of clothing: NOTHINGS EVEN HAPPENED YET GOD DAMN IT

[jasontoddiefor]

A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.

[writingforfun0714]

Here’s part 2 of my headcanons of the Bad Batch meeting a female Jedi. In part 1, I imagined a female jedi padawan around 15yrs. Part 2 is if the Batch met a female Jedi youngling. Padawans are young jedi that have been assigned a master and are working towards becoming a knight. A jedi youngling is a just that, a young jedi who has yet to become a padawan. Padawans are usually older children/teenagers while the younglings are baby-child age.

Warnings—not a fic, part 2/2, headcanons, contains personal opinions, talk of mental illness and spoilers for Bad Batch, Clone Wars and Obi-Wan.

About my fem Jedi youngling:

—Around 5 or so

—She’d be at the Temple when O66 happens

—Honestly I see her O66 moment a lot like Reva’s from Obi-Wan

—Unlike Reva, my fem youngling doesn’t see Anakin. All she sees are clones in blue and white armor shooting jedi

—Droids help her escape once the master and rest of the younglings are killed (like the droids in CW finale helping Rex and Ahsoka)

—Strong with the Force but has mental breakdowns causing the Force to become unstable during episodes

—Everyone is overprotective af of her

—Seriously

—They all go feral if something/someone hurts her

—Including Omega

—Do not mess with feral Omega

I think the most likely time the Batch would run into a youngling would be in ep10 on Ord Mantell. My HC is that because Omega has to stay behind at Cid’s, she meets the youngling first when she tries stealing from Cid, who catches the youngling.

Hunter:

—Would be confused at first, thinking Omega made a new friend

—Omega tells him about her new friend and her situation

—He’d be more concerned than conflicted

—Because my fem youngling wouldn’t have a lightsaber, Hunter identifies her as a jedi based on her brown and tan jedi robes

—Immediately recognizes the description of O66

—Dad-mode activates immediately

—Main-Dad TM

—Protective af (stated above)

—Would put off training for as long as possible and be completely optional (he’d like to keep her out of danger for as long as possible)

—Folds immediately when buying things for the youngling (like Obiwan and Leia lol)

—He’d definitely be the one to punish since the others cannot

—It hurts him of course, but he knows it has to be done

Tech:

—Def would be the one to ask Hunter ‘Are you sure about this?’

—Not that he would turn away a small child, but Tech is the most realistic out of the group

—Is the Teacher-Dad

—He would definitely start putting things the youngling likes in his utility belt like Mantell Mix, bandaids and stickers or something

—Would be the ‘go ask Hunter’ kind of dad lol

—Once Force abilities show/become powerful, he’d definitely be interested since the Batch aren’t assigned a jedi general and don’t work with Jedi often. Master Shaak Ti is really the only jedi the Batch are familiar and comfortable with (aside from Bilaba and Kanan pre-O66, excluding Omega)

—Youngling definitely tries on Tech’s goggles and pretends to be him

—Gives best advice for the situation (it may not be what the youngling wants to hear, but it would help her regardless)

—Medic-Dad

—Gets hurt? No prob—Tech is on it with every possible first aid supplies

—Tech would also definitely say ‘if Hunter says no, it means no’

—Talks about O66 only if the youngling brings it up. No one talks about it because of the trauma

—Recognizes mental breakdowns and explains when Hunter or the others worries about the youngling

Wrecker

—Definitely Older Brother TM

—But because of how tiny and small the fem youngling is, he is afraid of being too rough with her.

—He thinks she’s really fragile, but once she leaps into Wrecker for a hug, he realizes that’s not true, she’s just young, and small lol

—Definitely shows her Lula and has playtime with Hoppy (youngling’s stuffy)

—Cannot punish. Physically cannot.

—Hunter: Wrecker, she drew all over your armor-

—Wrecker, covered in pink, blue and green color: Yeah…

—Hunter: So? Tell her to stop.

—Wrecker:…

—Hunter:??

—Wrecker: Let her draw on you guys so we’ll match.

—Hunter: *sighs and shakes his head knowing full well that this will continue*

—Shares his Mantell Mix after every mission (since the youngling got sick eating a whole carton herself, but still wanted to be part of the tradition)

—Has to hide all of his explosives because the fem youngling is so curious about them and Hunter caught her once playing with a deactivated detonation switch.

—One of his favorite things is to watch Omega teach the youngling something he taught her, be it something on the Marauder or something about explosives. He loves watching the 2 together

—Best listener out of the Batch, so if the youngling is upset, she knows she can go to Wrecker and he’ll just listen if need be. The others are nice but always try to help by offering advice.

—Would definitely disobey to please the youngling

—Youngling: Wrecker, can I train with Omega today?

—Wrecker, weighing his options: Uh-I don’t know kid-

—Youngling: Pleeeeease Wrecker? *puppy eyes*

—Wrecker, knowing he cannot resist: Ok, but it’ll be our secret ok?

—Hunter, in the background but within earshot sighs tiredly

Echo

—Definitely the mom lol

—Would immediately understand any nightmares from experiencing O66

—He’d be awkward at first but the youngling easily attaches to him, reminding him of Commander Tano

—They’d share stories and experiences with the Jedi.

—Nightmares are constant for both of them and become midnight cuddle buddies

—Always makes sure she eats

—Can’t discipline, so mostly nags lol

—Echo: It’s cold out, be sure to wear a coat-

—Youngling: I know Echo-

—Echo: And a scarf-

—Youngling: Ok-

—Echo: And a hat that covers your ears too-

—Hunter: Just go.

—Is the most understanding of PTSD/trauma and talks the youngling through any episodes she experiences

—Youngling, sobbing: The others—..they…they were killed-

—Echo: Sshh, sshhh, it’s ok. You’re not there anymore…that time has passed. You’re with us now, safe.

—Youngling: I..I saw them…the clones with blue paint on their armor-

—Echo, knowing full well that it’s his former battalion, the 501st: I know…but they’re gone now. We’re here for you. I’m here for you, ok?

—Youngling sniffles and nods, wiping her eyes before snuggling into Echo’s chest as he sits up in the co-pilot seat

Omega

—Omega’s never had a sister, much less a younger sister

—She’d be excited to have a sister

—Youngling becomes extremely attached to Omega and will go to her first for any problems

—Omega becomes overprotective and very Older Sister TM

—Omega would push it sometimes, ex: not letting the youngling leave ship when refueling, so Hunter would have to get Omega to back off.

—Both share a fear of abandonment so Omega completely understands and gives advice

—She’s also a good listener like Wrecker

—Any time the youngling gets hurt, Omega is always there to comfort her while Tech cleans up wounds.

—And god forbid someone actually hurt her.

—Omega will immediately go into protect-mode, drawing her electrobow

—Omega: GET AWAY FROM HER!!

—Youngling: Omega!

—Omega: Drop!

—Youngling drops down while being held and Omega takes the shot, shooting the captor in the chest

—Youngling runs and jumps into Omega’s arms.

—Omega: Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!

—Youngling shakes her head, crying into Omega’s clothes, gripping her tightly.

—Omega: C’mon, let’s get back to the others

—Definitely loves to carry the youngling around. It reminds Omega of seeing the Batch when they were toddlers and interacting with them.

—Youngling: I love you ‘mega

—Omega smiles: I love you too adi’ka

Crosshair (I will always include Cross cuz he is always a brother)

—This man

—He’d try his very best to keep up a reserved, severe and harsh persona around the youngling, but would absolutely fail

—Youngling would def worm her way into his heart lol

—Omega is a bit different with Crosshair. He’s able to keep up the facade with her, but not with such a very young child (my HC is Crosshair is weak for little kids. In BB they show a group of cadets leaving and I really hope Crosshair meets them)

—Crosshair would definitely teach her swear words

—And how to cheat at holochess

—Threatens anyone that makes her cry

—If the youngling has a nightmare, Crosshair would listen but tell her that dreams aren’t real.

—She covers Cross’s stuff in stickers all the time to ‘cheer him up’ lol

—His rifle, helmet, equipment case..all of it in bright cute stickers

—Hunter, after finding Crosshair’s rifle leaning against a corner: Cross, your rifle-

—Crosshair nods, eyes shut in his chair: What about it?

—Hunter: Have you seen it lately?

—Crosshair opens his eyes and turns to Hunter before his eyes widen in shock

—There’s almost no black of the barrel showing as it’s covered almost completely with stickers. The handle and trigger aren’t covered but the long barrel is.

—Crosshair examines it.

—Hunter: You left your weapon out where a 5yr old could get to it??

—Crosshair: It’s not loaded and the safety’s on.

—Hunter: And the stickers?

—Crosshair:…

—Hunter:??

—Crosshair: Don’t mess with them. You’ll upset the kid.

—Hunter smiles, making Crosshair sigh and roll his eyes

So yeah, I think those are my main thoughts on a female Jedi youngling joining the Batch. I prefer a youngling personally (cuz I can’t write teenagers lol) and use this mostly for self-insert/OC fanfics I write for myself/I’m too scared to post haha. I also really like the idea of Omega stepping up into an ‘older sister’ role and feel it suits her character since they’ve already made Omega more mature and capable. I’ve talked about BB and it’s strengths and weaknesses before here if you’d like to know more of my thoughts on the show. I think the BB is ok. It’s not fantastic but it’s not bad either but I think I enjoy it more as a fanfic writer with the ability to make AU’s and change things about the characters. I’d love to talk about BB (or anything SW) with anyone interested because I feel on Tumblr, I see a lot of people praise the show (and that’s fine, everyone likes different things) but I’ve also seen people point out things about the show that I think should be talked about more.

Readers who’ve made it through this whole post, thank you for your time and I hope you enjoyed my fem jedi HC part 2/2

I’ll be back with fics really soon :)

[coexiising]

Mayhaps a smut blurb about anakin? 👀

yes yes anon say no more . . . nsfw warning below the cut!

warnings: little bit of smut, dirty talk, there is a blindfold, I am indulging

“Are you coming back or what?” You asked out into the room, wiggling your hips on the soft sheets of the bed. You could hear the shuffling of Anakin’s robes somewhere on the opposite side of the room, though you couldn’t see anything. There was a makeshift black blindfold tied around your head covering your eyes and shielding you away from him. 

Anakin tsked. “Not with that attitude you have.” You didn’t have to see in order to sense that he was most definitely smirking, and he was most definitely just trying to tease you until you begged. 

And it was almost working. It’s starting to feel like forever since his lips were on yours, when the two of you were laying in bed together before he said he wanted to try something. 

Do you trust me? His words ran through your head while you laid there, basically naked except for the thin fabric of your panties, waiting for him to finally touch you. Yes, you did trust him, but now your patience was running thin. 

How long had he been stalling? It felt like years. In reality it had only been about five minutes. 

You just knew Anakin was watching you. He was always better at containing himself than you, perhaps it was all the meditation training. He knew how to wait for things and you, unfortunately in this moment, did not. 

You wanted him to touch you. Maker, you were sure that if he kept this going for any longer you would surely beg. But that was too easy. You wanted him to want you too. 

So, experimentally, you brought your hand up from its place beside you and ran it along your side. You were sure you didn’t imagine the sharp intake of breath from him. Once you were done with that, you danced your fingers below your navel, pushing down, down further until the band of your panties touching your fingertips. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anakin spoke out. There was a step planted closer towards you. 

You hummed, pushing your hand past the barrier. The second you felt the wetness that had been gathering you spread your knees, making sure to make a show out of all of it. “Touching myself since you won’t touch me,” You said blankly, finger spreading yourself out. It felt nice, that was for sure, but you wished it was him. 

It was as though he could read your mind, since you could feel the bed dip at the end of it, signaling he had enough of this. 

As if to test the waters further, you circled your finger around your hole, pushing it in and allowing a tiny noise to leave your lips. “Anakin,” you moaned out, pretending it was his finger instead of your own. His eyes bore right into you, though you couldn’t see it. His presence enough was dominating, liking the feeling of you getting off to the idea of him. 

Your finger came in and out, wiggling your hips for him and spreading your legs further. It felt so good, climbing up to that edge all too easily while the noises you were making were sinful, joined with the lewd sounds of your wetness squelching. You added another finger, along with a string of broken sentences all ending with his name. 

His hand came and touched your thigh, making your fingers inside you falter, stilling and hoping he would replace it. 

“Why’d you stop?” Anakin asked, his voice deep and grumbly, with hints of smooth honey. You shivered. “I didn't tell you to stop.” 

“Why don’t you do it instead?” Defiance looked good on you. You went further and took your hand out of your panties. 

Anakin reached and caught it, his grip hard. “But you already started yourself. Why don’t you show me how much you want me? How much you can get yourself off to the thought of me?” His tone was dark. “Make yourself cum for me . . .” He trailed off.

 Anakin leaned above you, breath fanning against the shell of your ear. “. . . I want to watch.” 

[multistoty]

 ❝I don’t like the way they’re looking at you ❞ ( for padme )

Padme wanted to roll her eyes for the thousandth time tonight. When she had stowed away to this den of sin to help the jedi she called family, Obi-wan had been the overprotective one to worry about. Sometimes, she wondered if he could actually sense the fact that he was a father figure to her especially when his motivational, frustrated speeches had her as the subject. Usually, it was her husband’s duty to take up that charge even getting similar speeches from her. In fact, the one time she had witnessed General Kenobi have a nightmare, he had yelled ‘Anakin, what did you do?” This time it was within reason.For sith’s sake, typho would be just as livid. Honestly for someone who helped her diguise herself as someone else, he didn’t seem to imagine were exactly her head would go. Honestly, this plan had forced her to silence the little voice in her head that always chose the more sensible option. The senator had just expected more time before two pairs of vivid blue bore into her own. It wasn’t that her found family were weak at all. In fact, they were more resourceful than the most seasoned of politicians. It was more that she had thought the noise of this place would give her cover. And maybe- that she could sneak about enough to overhear as they stayed focused on their mission.Force users were far to good at figuring people out even if she had a crimson robe tighted tightly around her hair and face to obscure that from the drunks, gamblers, and mercanaries around them. It had been no surprise that the chosen one had noticed her first. he spoke of how force signatures felt before and their bond was like that of the stars and the sky. The adorable look of surprise and anger showed itself in those raised eyebrows of his though Padme knew better than to make a joke. Particularly when she heard Obi-wan let out a long suffering groan before throwing his hands up in the air and heading for the bar. What a traitor Kenobi was. It was clear by the ferocity in his eyes that this conversation wouldn’t be a pleasant one. He had said this phrase about ten times in what had to be fifteen minutes. Jedi skywalker seemed to think that everyone found her beautiful like he did or formidiable enough to use as a bargaining chip. Her warm brown eyes held a slight bit of trepidation at those around them though she was not about to conceed to him about impulsive plans. It was times like these when she remembered the privelege and riches with which she had grown with. “Ani, no one is looking at me but you. They have no reason to stare at another random girl at the bar. They might think that I’m- soliciting you if thats what you are worried about though your eyes are enough ice to scare off a nearby sun. you are aware that I have survived years without your worrying. I would kiss you to shut you up, but I have already lost your master’s respect and we have a mission to follow. It was better to ask for forgiveness than permission. This information is important to the Senate and I wasn’t about to just sit back and watch. Maybe I should have what Obi-wan is drinking even if it smelled like petrol.”

[tennessoui]

33 obikin 🙏

bless i can't write anything straightforward or normal to save my life

33. Celebrity/Fan AU (modern AU, singer Obi-Wan)(1.8k)

Obi-Wan had only wanted to cook, really.

He’d decided on Tuesday night that he would take Friday off as a sort of self-care day. He needed it. In the midst of a world tour, finally with a week to breathe back in his home city, he’d wanted to relax for a day. One day without music or an audience of any kind, just him in an apartment filled mostly with dusty counters and almost expired foods.

He loves his fans, because of course he loves his fans. He loves the fact that people relate to what he writes enough to listen to his albums, although he has gone through several different sounds over the course of his career. He loves that he can be 39 and still touring the world, even though he started his career as a 13-year-old-child-actor turned teen-pop-sensation turned serious musician turned perhaps-washed-up-serious-musician turned very-much-serious-musician-actually-this-time.

If not for his fans, he wouldn’t be able to afford this house on the outskirts of his town. He wouldn’t be able to boast his performances in three-fourths of the world’s major cities. He wouldn’t be able to continue to have a career. No. He loves his fans.

It’s just that sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he just wants peace and quiet, a moment to himself, where he can float away without concerning himself with the flow of the setlist, the timing of the encore, the lyrics and rhythms of songs he wrote a decade ago when he was practically a different person.

It’s just such a shame that Obi-Wan leaves the handle of the wooden spoon too close to the stove’s open flame when he stirs and adjusts the heat to low for an hour so he can go soak off his stress in the bath.

It’s just such a shame that the smoke alarms from the kitchen cannot be heard over the music he’s playing in the master bath.

Obi-Wan sinks beneath the water, enjoying the unyielding pressure. He doesn’t want to retire, he tells himself. He has so many more songs to write. Sure, he hasn’t written an actual good song in two years and people are starting to notice. Sure, the intense scrutiny is driving him up the wall and killing anything creative that he’s ever harbored in his soul. Sure, his muscles and bones ache and he had almost had a breakdown the other day when he first walked through the door of his home and couldn’t remember if there was a bathroom on the first floor, but.

But he doesn’t want to retire yet. He just has to admit he’s waning, even to himself. Whatever inspiration he had has been used up or otherwise escaped. All he has now to his name are songs that have already been sung.

He doesn’t know how long he spends in the bath, really. Long enough that the album changes twice. Long enough that his fingers prune up and his eyes grow lax. Long enough that he tells himself that no matter how soothing the lavender essence is, it would be very dangerous for him to fall asleep in the bath because the news articles alone would be enough to raise him from the dead only to strike him down again.

(Long enough for the wooden spoon’s handle next to the pot to catch on fire. Long enough for that fire to burn down to the oil on the spoon itself. Long enough for the dishtowel it was resting on to ignite as well.)

The smoke alarm clues in before Obi-Wan does.

Luckily, Obi-Wan had paid extra for a smoke alarm that, when registering a certain threshold of smoke, sends a notification to the closest fire department.

Luckily, this all happens while Obi-Wan is unaware, but before he becomes in peril.

He actually remains unaware of the whole thing right up until the moment a fully-suited firefighter kicks through the door of his bathroom.

That’s when he jerks up, very unceremoniously. “Fucking Chr--what?” he shouts, raising a hand to cover his exposed chest for reasons unknown.

“Obi--??” the masked firefighter starts to say, in something akin to shock, but like Obi-Wan is going to give ground here and now. He’s cornered the market on shock on this occasion, thanks much.

“What the--”

“Your house is on fire!” the man yells over him, looking around the bathroom wildly until he sees a fluffy off-white bathrobe hanging by a hook near the door. He throws it at Obi-Wan, who just catches it before it can get wet.

“My house is what?” Obi-Wan splutters, standing automatically to put on the piece of clothing. The helmet of the firefighter turns away to give him privacy. Despite himself, he finds it rather endearing. He ties the belt around his waist tightly, stepping out of the tub.

As soon as he’s out of the water, the other man swoops him up and over his shoulder. Obi-Wan lets out a scream which he’ll probably be absolutely mortified about later.

But now, what’s more distressing is the way his body is responding to the hold he’s been placed in. He’s thirty-nine years old. He’s definitely too old for this. He should definitely know better than to be even slight aroused by such a display of...strength and stalwartness and--

The man walks him out of the bathroom and the very first thing he notices is the heat that hits his skin. “Oh!” he whimpers and then yells wordlessly in absolute panic as he realizes what this heat must mean. His house is on fire. Actual fire. Actually on fire. There’s a fireman here. Because his house is on fire.

He’s only a little ashamed to admit that there’s a fair amount of thrashing that happens immediately upon this realization.

Enough so, in fact, that the firefighter transfers him from over his shoulder to cradled in his arms, so as to hold tightly against the movement of his limbs. “Stop--moving!” the man says irritably. Obi-Wan wants to tell him to work on his bedside manner, seeing as how his house is on fire, but he doesn’t have time before they descend the stairs and he can see the actual flames.

The stairs themselves are fine, which makes sense. Hot air rises. The dining room, parlor, and entryway look like they’re absolutely covered in fire though, so really his fireman was just in time to save him.

The smoke is acrid against the back of his throat, and Obi-Wan buries his face against the textured shoulder of his rescuer's uniform just so he doesn’t have to look or breathe the air, although he feels the smoke already working its way through his lungs. Well. That might just be his imagination.

They’re out of the house in a matter of seconds, and Obi-Wan’s eyes water immediately at the difference in air quality.

The man who’s been carrying him sets him down gently on the lip of the fire truck, far enough away from the house that he’s not in any danger--though most of the place is fine still--but close enough that someone can keep an eye on him. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t remembered to grab his phone. That phone was very important. Hopefully the other firefighters will be able to stop the fire before it reaches his bathroom.

His firefighter seems intent on hovering close to him, even as there's a fire raging in the background. Obi-Wan supposes that there's around five firefighters on his property, including the one in front of him. The other four should probably be able to handle it, whether or not the fifth decides to join in or stay hovering around Obi-Wan like he's a sickly orphan.

“Are you okay?” An earnest voice asks him from under the helmet.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth to say he’s fine, that at most he just feels like an idiot for being stranded outside in his bathrobe as a group of public service officials fight a fire he certainly, most likely, probably caused.

But he starts to cough instead, and his firefighter steps forward immediately, placing one hand on his back and the other on his chest, both beneath his robe. He hopes the man can't feel his shiver. That would be even more mortifying than his current situation.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Obi-Wan wheezes after the coughs have passed. The helmet the man is wearing only shows a quarter of his face, but he looks awfully boyish. “Aren’t you a little young to be a firefighter?”

“Deep breaths, please,” the man (boy?) tells him, which isn’t a proper response. “There’s an ambulance already on the way--it’s protocol, sir--but yes, I’m trained in emergency medical response.”

“A man of many talents,” Obi-Wan says dazedly, rubbing a hand against his chest where it aches as he watches a few men run around his house with a house. “And here all I can do is sing.”

“Hopefully you still can, sir,” his firefighter responds. “Only I’ve got tickets for your show in two days, and my little sister has been excited for weeks over this.”

Obi-Wan laughs despite himself. He’s sure it sounds at least a little bit hysterical. “Would you like me to dedicate a song for you? The man who saved my life?”

Even the helmet can't hide the nice shade of red his firefighter blushes at those words.

“What’s your name?” Obi-Wan asks, smoothing down his still-damp hair. It feels important to know his name. It feels just as important to look his best, given the circumstances.

The firefighter ducks his head and takes off his helmet. Obi-Wan wonders if the man should be going back to work, or if he’s been assigned victim duty. Either way, Obi-Wan isn’t going to complain, definitely not after his firefighter shakes out his hair and turns to face him with a sheepish grin stretching across a handsome face. “‘M Anakin,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan is awfully aware that he’s dressed only in his bathrobe in front of a very pretty firefighter who seems to know who he is--who seems to have tickets for his upcoming show. “Call me Obi-Wan,” he tells him, already trying to remember his manager’s phone number so that he can bump Anakin and his sister’s tickets up to the VIP section. It’s the least he can do, after all. Anakin had just saved his life.

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Anakin says with a shy sort of twist of his mouth. Obi-Wan gets the impression that it isn’t just his little sister that’s been excited for his concert. An impression that is solidified quickly as Anakin tacks on, “I’m a huge fan of your work.”

Obi-Wan laughs incredulously at this, at the entire situation, at the man in front of him, at the fact that some part of his brain has started composing a song the second his firefighter had smiled at him in his bathrobe with his tired face and wet hair, kitchen burning his house down because he’d forgotten basic fire-safety rules in favor of his own self-care soak.

“Well,” he says, patting his firefighter’s knee, “I don’t have to tell you that I’m a huge fan of your work as well.”

[greenygreenland]

The Floor Is Lava: (Platonic) 501st x Jedi Reader

-saw something about the floor is lava and imagined this in my head at like 3am

-note, you are a jedi padawan of shaak ti’s with your own squad (who are actually my ocs lol). They are called the Nebula Squad (the squad is actually from Wannabe, another one of my Star Wars fanfics)

-basically, you are someone who acts alone (without your master) and goes on special ops missions. you team up with anakin a lot

-CAN BE READ WITHOUT HAVING TO READ WANNABE

Summary: The floor is lava.

Spring came early. Too early. Maybe it was the fact that this planet had short winters, or the fact that you just weren't used to the warm breezes and scorching heat. After being stationed on Hoth for a good two weeks, you adjusted to the climate. With that came the curse of low heat tolerance.

"I'm going to die." you grumbled.

Your mission was in the more civilised (that was how one of your boys put it) regions of the planet. For some strange reason only the Force knew, your ship broke down in the worst place: a deserted village. Why was this the worst place? Because there was no way you could repair a broken ship without spare parts.

And where were spare parts located? In the city you were supposed to land in. Great, just great.

“(Y/n), can’t we contact General Skywalker for assistance?” inquired Nova. “We are supposed to RV with them anyway.”

Nova was your friend and assigned clone Commander. He, like you, had a knack for getting into sticky situations. Usually he was the one with the plan B, not you. “I can ask Grav and Nimbus if they can get a signal out over there.” He pointed to the mountain on your right. It was tall with a jagged top, where thick forests of luscious greenery sprouted out all over.

Yeah, good luck getting through that.

“You mean to tell me there’s no signal here?” you inquired. “Just how remote is this place?” Even with that bucket over Nova’s face, you knew he was frowning and holding back a long sigh. “Intel said--”

“Intel’s always wrong.” cut in a voice. You peered over Nova’s broad shoulders and met gazes with another member of your squad, Icee. He was just as tall as Nova, sporting the Squad’s signature purple stripes and it’s logo--a nebula. Over his shoulder, he held tight to a sniper rifle. The thing was a beauty, as well as his baby.

“The three things you can never trust are the weather forecast, the canteen menu, and intel. Plain and simple, vode.” Icee added. You shook your head, swatting a few mosquitoes away with a wave of your hand. “If that big ‘ol mountain is the only place we can get a signal from, then I say we go. All of us.”

Nova nodded in agreement. He shouldered his pack, adjusted a few straps on his kama and weapons, and motioned for the rest of the squad to move out. “Is there anything we should know about the wildlife here?” he inquired. “My HUD’s picking up the usual birds and rascals. I’d rather not risk it though. Remember Felucia?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the mention of that jungle-hell. Everywhere you walked lay a deadly plant in need of its next meal. They snuck up on you too, striking out of nowhere like the silence of night. Your number one rule there was not to touch anything.

“There are a few carnivorous plants south of here,” answered Nimbus. “Besides that, all we have to worry about are the birds.” You admired the way he was able to brief everyone so quickly. The only other clone you’ve met with such a well of info was Tech, a member of Clone Force 99.

“What do the birds look like?” you inquired. Nimbus scrunched up his face under that bucket of his. “I don’t think you wanna know.” Grav squinted at the screen and pushed his brother’s head with the back of his hand. It wasn’t enough to hurt him, but you sensed a lingering annoyance in the air after. 

“What, you scared of some little bird Nimbus?“ he teased. Nimbus wordlessly flipped over his datapad for everyone to see. The screen displayed a large bird-like creature with long fangs covered in drool. Its eyes were beady and bloodthirsty, as if it wanted you to be its next meal.

Nimbus scanned over the heading. “This is a...uh...Kah-rah...Kahl-ram-dah-lahm-dahl...?”

“Kara’dalamb’da.” corrected Storm. He pulled off his helmet, the low ponytail of his fanning out in the warm breezes. “I’ve read about them once. They’re not the type of creatures I’d want to run into. They drag you to their caves, pull you apart limb, and then chew you alive. The worst part is that they don’t eat you.”

Nimbus knitted his brows together. “So we’re like chewing gum to them?”

“Exactly.” Storm affirmed. “They come out at night time, then stay around till dawn before hiding in their caves.” Icee blanched and you couldn’t blame him. You were all heading towards the mountains, where plenty of caves and labyrinths lay. There were probably tons of those Kara-whatevers waiting for their dinner.

You folded your hands together with a tight frown. “Is there another way of getting a signal to Anakin?” George shook his head sadly. You sensed an overwhelming amount of resignation rolling off his shoulders. “No. Even if I tried use long-range comms, it wouldn’t work. There’s too much interfering with the signal.”

There was a chance you could telepathically contact Anakin. He’d answer in an instant and personally come to find you. But that would drain your energy. Your boys needed you more than you needed to contact Ani. If you became dead-weight then it would compromise the mission.

“Alright,” you decided. “We have twelve hours to scale that mountain and hurry our shebs to the ship. If we don’t make it back in time, consider ourselves toast.”

You wished you’d consider yourself toast from the start. If that were the case, then you wouldn’t be running for your life. The mission up was a success. You managed to reach the highest point on the mountain in less than eight hours by ways of a local trail (Nimbus noted that this was a popular tourist spot in autumn). Then you contacted Rex, who promised to RV at the foot of the mountain.

The way down was a different story.

It was dusk when you made your descend. The moon rose into the sky while the sun shied away, and if it weren’t for the boys and their helmet lamps, you wouldn’t have been able to see a thing. At first, the walk back was completely fine. The boys were in good spirits and you weren’t hungry for (favourite food).

But then it didn’t go well.

It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t see the giant jaws of death looming over you, or Nimbus, who started arguing with Grav. Again. It also wasn’t you fault that George so happened to trip over a rock and slam into Sapnap, who tried breaking his fall by grabbing onto Halo’s arm. The three went down together, and with the heavy clanking of katarn-class armour, you were sure the whole animal kingdom heard the show.

And that was how the Nebula Squad found themselves in this mess, fleeing from the horrifying Kara’dalamb’da.

“This is your fault Grav!” cried Nimbus. They bumped heads and it took all your willpower not to join the screaming match. “Shut up,” replied Grav. “You were the one who started it!” Nimbus gritted his teeth. “You who else started this?” he seethed. “Them!” He pointed over his shoulder at Halo, George, and Sapnap. They were the ones who had fallen, after all. Why else did the beast wake up?

“It wasn’t my fault!” cried George. Sapnap scoffed and it was lost to the screech of the oversized bird above. “No one said it was your fault anyway! You just have a guilty conscious!”

You eyed the bird with a sharp scowl. It flew higher, into the haunting light of the moon and across the stars. It gave a great screech again. You covered your ears as a shiver ran down your spine. “Is there any place we can hide from that thing? I’m pretty sure it can smell us from klicks away!”

“That’s correct Commander!” Nimbus congratulated. By the light aura around his shoulders, you guessed him and Grav already made up. They always had petty arguments anyway. “The Kara’dalamb’da has an incredible sense of smell and a wingspan of about ten meters! That’s pretty cool.”

Storm stared at his brother in bewilderment. “How is that cool?” he demanded. “You want to be chop suey for that thing? Be my guest.” Halo laughed a little. You knew he was doing it to shake off his nerves. “Why’d you have to go on and say that? Now I’m going to start singing.”

You scanned the forest. For miles, it seemed to be only forest, wildlife, and bare nature. A flicker of...something cut through your senses. Calculating, at the ready, and deadly. You paused in your step, Storm mimicking you. He met your gaze. “You sense it too?”

“Maybe it’s them.”

You heard them before you saw them.

“Blast that bird out of the sky!”

A squad of 501st troops rustled through the trees. They were silent as the night, save for one trooper who decided to whisper-shout a ‘hi’ to your squad. Their formation, lame as it was, worked in their favour. They raised their blaster, lighting up the sky with bright bolts of blue.

“Can we get a rocket launcher over here?”

“Yes, sir!”

The bird dropped out of the sky with a cry, razor-sharp teeth bared and claws at the ready. It was coming closer, diving faster. You pulled out your lightsaber and thumbed it on.

I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

You heaved in a deep breath and leapt into the moonlight. Your robes fluttered in the wind, and your hair whipped in arc of (hair colour). It was like you had wings. Time slowed and you raised your lightsaber. It came down in a neat slash across the beast’s neck.

You tumbled through the air and met the ground in a roll. The beast fell behind with a loud THUMP!. You turned off your glowing blade and stashed it away on your belt. The adrenaline keeping your nerves hidden away was slowing, and the realisation that you just murdered a beast settled into your mind.

Part of you wished things could have been different. But what choice did you have?

“Commander!” called Nova, stopping by your side. “Are you okay?” You smiled and he heaved out a sigh of relief. “That was some jump, but now look.” He pointed to your dirt-covered robes. It wasn’t a big deal, but to someone like Nova, it was an issue.

“Here.” Nova helped you dust off the robe with a few pats. “That’s better.”

“Oh, it didn’t look bad.” you stated. He folded his arms across his chest. “That’s what you always say (Y/n).” You grinned and bumped shoulders with him. He replied by playfully shaking his head with a sigh.

A familiar boy made his way towards you. Even through the moonlight struggling through the thick canopies, you saw the chipped blue paint. “Rex,” you greeted. “Thanks for the assistance. Although, I wish you toned it down a bit. You made my squad look like a bunch of young fools.” A loud ‘hey’ sounded from your boys, but you elected to ignore it with a grin.

“Your squad did a phenomenal job in staying alive that long.” Rex said with a chuckle. “And besides, you stole the show in the end. The boys had fun watching your display.” You three shared a warm laugh that reminded you of the sun.

Speaking of sun, was it just you or did it get brighter outside? You looked up to gaze at the moon. It still stood high in the sky, just as before. The stars were out too, bright and clear as ever. So why had the temperature risen so quickly? It was at least another eight hours till dawn. That was more than enough time for the moon to stay out.

A scattered cluster of birds flew from out of the trees. Was it just you or was the forest getting really silent? Owls refused to hoot, those kara-whatevers weren’t screeching from their caves, and crickets stopped chirping their calming songs.

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH!”

“I TOLD YOU IT WAS HERE!”

“I THOUGHT IT WAS IN THE SOUTH!”

You spun around so fast that you could have gotten whiplash. Sapnap, George, and Halo sprinted from out of the thick trees with their helmet lights on the highest setting. You squinted behind them. Something had to be chasing them, otherwise they wouldn’t be sprinting like track stars.

But you didn’t see any deadly animals, nor did you sense them. All that was left was an...

...an eerie silence.

You thought back to the briefing. Back to the meeting you nearly fell asleep in. If it weren’t for Icee kicking your feet every now and then, then you would have passed out completely.

“On this outer rim planet, I suggest you be careful,” Obi-wan had said. “The locals reported the activity of volcanoes erupting unexpectedly. They believe it has to do with an angry spirit plaguing their land, but we’ve found out the Separatists have a hand behind this.”

“Do you know where these volcanoes are, General Kenobi?” inquired Grav. He shook his head. “No, but I’m sure you won’t have to know. The city under siege is our main objective. You will rendezvous with Anakin there.”

Sapnap, George, and Halo motioned for everyone to move. There was a flicker of movement behind them. Fives emerged from the bushes in a frantic sort of panic. “LAVA!” he cried. “THE FLOOR IS LITERALLY LAVA!”

That was all it took for everyone to run. As uncoordinated as the retreat was, having lava behind you wasn’t exactly something anyone could stay calm about. The glowing magma was faster than it was supposed to be, and you had a feeling it was because it had a nice flow coming out of the planet’s core.

“Talk about an intense game of ‘the floor is lava’!” Hardcase shouted with a laugh. Jesse ‘pffted’. “I thought being chased by lava would be worse! This isn’t nearly as bad as last mission!”

Last mission? Oh, what was Ani doing to these poor souls? Your shoulders slumped in defeat. They were so nonchalant. How? Burning to death in lava was said to be the most painful death, and you’d rather not be Gollum in his last moments on Mount Doom.

“Why don’t you turn that frown upside down?” inquired Fives. You hadn’t even realised he’d caught up with you. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s just a bit of lava!”

You threw a hand over your shoulder and pointed to the glowing, hot mass. It burned through everything it touched. A fire was beginning to catch too, and all the smoke and ash from it wasn’t doing you any good. “Just a bit of lava? Well how would you feel running into that?”

“I don’t know!” he retorted. “Never tried it!”

“If you did, then you’d be dead!” Kix shouted. You face-palmed. “That’s a bit of a no-brainer!” Fives pulled off his helmet. The grin smacked upon his lips didn’t leave. “Who’s up for a round of ‘the floor is lava’?”

“Me!” said Jesse.

“And me!” added Hardcase.

“You guys need to cool it.” Kix said. “But don’t leave me out, I want to play too.”

You let out a long sigh. The 501st may have saved your skin today, but tomorrow? They’d probably get you killed.

TIP JAR <--- (if you’re feeling nice)

[dettiot]

a quarrel between friends (not lovers)

Set in-between The Mandalore Plot and Voyage of Temptation

The blue swirl of hyperspace filled the viewports of the main bedchamber of the Coronet. But Obi-Wan Kenobi paid no attention to what was visible through the transparisteel.

He had a much more pleasing view in front of him. 

“Obi,” Satine said, smiling without opening her eyes, “stop staring.” 

“Why would I want to do that?” he asked, leaning down and brushing his lips slowly over her face. First one eyebrow, then down the line of her nose. Across her cheek and along her jaw, pausing to suck lightly on her earlobe as she let out a soft sigh and tried to wiggle away from him. But Obi-Wan wouldn’t let her, sliding his mouth over her skin to her lips and kissing her slowly. 

And Satine wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her lips warm against his. 

She brushed her nose against his. “Are you all right?” 

What a silly question, he thought, as he rested close to her, their skin bare underneath the silk and wool of the bedcoverings. “Of course I am.” 

Her blue eyes, so pure and clear compared to his muddled blue-gray-green ones, looked up at him. “You seem a little distant. A little reserved.” 

Obi-Wan let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I . . . I have to keep my shields very secure, with Anakin on the Coronet as well. Our bond is very strong--I didn’t want him to know about what we’re doing.” 

“Why not?” Satine asked, lightly stroking his shoulders. “He cares about you quite a lot. It’s obvious to anyone who sees the two of you together. Why bother to conceal this?” 

“Beyond the reasons we’re already hiding this?” Obi-Wan asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Telling my people I’m involved with a jetii is one thing,” Satine said. “Telling the man who’s basically your son about us is different.” 

Deep down, he could recognize the truth of Satine’s words. Even if he felt a flicker of annoyance at how her politcal reasons were supposedly more valid than his personal ones. But then, that was the peril of being with Satine: she was a politician. 

He never thought he would have ended up like this. To fall so deeply for a woman whose life revolved around politics, when he so distrusted politicians. 

“Anakin is in love with Senator Amidala,” he said. “And she has a clear affection for him. But he has never said anything to me about her, about wanting a relationship with her. I’m honoring the boundary he set between us by ignoring his feelings, so doing the same when it comes to you and me is the least I can do.” 

Satine rolled her eyes, but when she spoke, her voice was fond. “Men.” 

“Thank you for making it about us being male instead of being Jedi,” Obi-Wan said dryly, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“Because all men are the same, regardless of whether they’re Jedi or not. Stars forbid you talk about your feelings with each other,” Satine said, stretching her arms over her head and then propping herself up. “Perhaps he hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t think you’d understand.” 

With a shake of his head, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back, gazing up at the ceiling. “I’ve given him every opportunity to talk to me.” 

“Ben,” Satine said softly, leaning over and kissing his shoulder softly, “even I am sometimes intimidated to talk to you. Just imagine what it must be like for Anakin, who looks at you as his mentor, an ideal Jedi . . . the man he least wants to disappoint.”

“I can’t make him talk, Satine,” Obi-Wan said, trying to let his frustration go into the Force. “If he doesn’t want to tell me the truth, then I have to respect his choices.” 

She shook her head, her soft blonde locks swishing around her shoulders. “If only you were both Mandalorians. You would have a fight and clear the air between you and then things would be better.” 

“That’s quite an attitude for a pacifist to take,” Obi-Wan said, knowing it was a bit of a low blow but unable to help himself. Unable to hold back and enjoy this brief moment with Satine, because he knew it was nearly at its end and he didn’t know when--or if--they would ever have this again. 

His barb landed, he could tell, from how she stiffened. “I suppose that’s true,” Satine said, tossing the covers aside and rising from the bed. “I guess I’m not perfect, either, unlike you.” 

“Satine,” Obi-Wan said, struggling with the bedcovers to reach her. “I’m sorry--”

“You’re not, because you know you’re right,” Satine said, picking up her robe and wrapping it around her body. But then she sighed and turned to look at him.

Obi-Wan wondered what she saw when she looked at him. If she saw what he imagined: a tired, slight man, growing old before his time, kneeling on a bed and unable to break free from a set of sheets, desperate to be with her and knowing he shouldn’t want her. 

Slowly, Satine walked over to the side of the bed and reached out to stroke his hair. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, soaking in the peace he found with her. The warmth, the care, the support. 

“Oh, Obi,” she whispered, gazing at him. “If only you could express your feelings as strongly as you feel them.”

It wasn’t the Jedi way to be emotional. To be passionate. Yet it was true: he felt love and anger and hurt as strongly as anyone did. He just didn’t show them. 

“When I’m with you, I can,” he whispered back, wishing he could live in her eyes. 

In unison, they sank into each other’s arms and for a moment, they were both able to forget everything but themselves. Satine’s hands were warm and soft as she ran them over his hair and shoulders and back. He wrapped his own arms around her waist, relying on the solidness of her presence, her strength. 

“Come, my dear,” she said, pressing a kiss to the part of his hair. “We need to put on a show for your former apprentice and for everyone else on this ship. We can’t have anyone thinking there’s anything between us.” 

And even though it was the plan they had both agreed upon before tumbling into bed together last night, Obi-Wan’s heart ached at the deception. 

But she was right. So Obi-Wan nodded and tilted his head back, doing his best to smile at her. “Do you think you can sound annoyed and frustrated with me?” 

“Oh, easily, Obi-Wan,” she said, smiling back at him. 

That made him laugh a little, and he felt his heart lightening even with everything ahead of them. 

Which was probably how he knew, deep down, in the part of his heart that was exlusively Obi-Wan, untouched by Jedi teachings or restrictions, that he loved her. 

And always would. 

End.

My Star Wars Fic Masterlist

[sonderwalker]

*in DJ Khaleds voice* another one dont mind me mixing the modern au and deaged au

Baby Ahsoka and her frog plushie go on an adventure! Ahsoka wants to find him a buddy so he doesn’t get lonely. So she dons one of Obi-wans robes that are way too big on her and sneaks out of their quarters to look for a frog (she had read that they like wet, swampy places, so she heads to the temple gardens). Anakin and Obi-wan, meanwhile, are panicking because they can’t find her and are racing around the temple looking for her. When they find her, she’s covered in mud and has like three frogs in her pockets! They don’t let her keep them. She’s sad.

ASDFGH THIS IS SO CUTE I’M GONNA SCREAM

“Come along, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan said as he held her hand.

The two of them had been spending the majority of the afternoon in the archives while Anakin was out on a mission. Obi-Wan had several things that he wanted to read about to learn more about upcoming missions, which meant that Ahsoka was brought along as well.

Unfortunately for Ahsoka, she didn’t share the same love of holobooks that her masters had, which meant that Obi-Wan had put up with a good amount of complaining and whining for the past hour.

She tugged on his arm again, and Obi-Wan was not beginning to seriously admire Anakin’s patience with her when she did that.

For someone so small, she had quite the grip, and if it hurt when she was tugging on a flesh arm, Obi-Wan could only imagine the way it felt when she pulled on Anakin’s prosthetic.

Although that would explain why he seemed to be rubbing the spot where the prosthetic joined with his upper arm the other day.

“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan repeated sternly as she tried to tug on his arm again.

“Master Obi, I wanna go home!” Ahsoka said with a pout and Obi-Wan sighed.

“Have you tried reading any of the holobooks in here?” Obi-Wan asked her as he looked down at her and watched as she shook her head.

“Well, I am sure that you can ask Master Nu all about frogs and where to read more about them,” Obi-Wan pointed out.

“Really? Frogs?” Ahsoka asked, her face lightening up.

“Yes, I’m sure that she would be happy to help. Why don’t we go an ask her?”

“Ahsoka, who brought you that stuffed animal?” Anakin asked as he woke her up the next morning.

“Master Obi,” she mumbled as she sat up and rubbed an eye with a balled up fist.

Anakin sighed- knowing that it was the exact same frog toy that he had refused to buy her before he left on his most recent mission.

But he also knew that Obi-Wan spoiled Ahsoka behind his back, sneaking her treats and toys when he wasn’t looking.

Maybe that’s why she wouldn’t take him as seriously recently.

“I’m gonna go get him a friend today,” she mumbled and then yawned.

“Yeah, sure you are, Snips,” Anakin replied with a smile as he picked her up and carried her towards the fresher.

“I read about them in the archives,” Ahsoka said as she pressed her cheek against Anakin’s shoulder.

“Oh? Did you go there with Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked as he set her down and turned to walk away.

She nodded and then the door slid shut, and Anakin walked away towards the kitchen where Obi-Wan was waiting.

“Did you buy her another toy?” He asked as he leaned against the counter.

“It’s not as if another toy is going to kill her, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied with an eye roll.

“No, but I seem to remember a certain Jedi Master warning me about how we shouldn't spend all of our grocery money on toys and treats,”

“Hm, I don’t seem to recall,” Obi-Wan replied with a smile and a shrug.

Anakin rolled his eyes again. ☾ “Where is Ahsoka?” Anakin asked his voice frantic.

“What do you mean?” Obi-Wan replied, raising his eyebrow.

“I’m sure she’s just-”

“She’s not in her room.” Anakin replied and Obi-Wan frowned.

“I’ll help you look.”

The two of them tore through almost every corner of their small apartment, from looking under the table, the beds, the closets, and fresher.

But Ahsoka was nowhere to be found.

“Snips, this isn’t funny!” Anakin yelled as he checked her room for the fourth time.

“Ahsoka? You can come out now, we aren’t playing hide and seek, little one,” Obi-Wan called from the living room.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said as he quickly turned to walk up to him.

“What if something happened? What if we don’t find her and-” Anakin asked, his voice cracking.

“We will find her, Anakin, but you must remain calm,” Obi-Wan replied as he placed his hands on Anakin’s shoulders.

Just then, they both heard the front door to their apartment open, and both quickly turned around to see who it was.

“Ahsoka!” Anakin exclaimed in relief, a smile spreading across her face.

“Is that a frog on your head?” Obi-Wan asked, looking at the frog that was resting between her montrails.

“He’s my new friend!” Ahsoka exclaimed with a grin on her face.

“And... is that my cloak?” Obi-Wan asked and Ahsoka nodded.

“I needed more pockets to hold more friends.”

“Ahsoka,” Anakin began, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Where did you even get these frogs from? How many do you have?”

“And why are you covered in mud?” Obi-Wan added on.

“I read that frogs like mud! So I went to the gardens to look for some!” Ahsoka exclaimed with a bright smile.

“I read about it in the archives.”

“Oh, did you now?” Anakin asked while crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yep! Master Obi took me,” Ahsoka said while pulling another frog out from her pocket and showing the two of them.

“I don’t think your friends appreciate being taken from their home, little one,” Obi-Wan said, watching as the frog squirmed in his grip.

“But they’re my friends!” Ahsoka exclaimed as she stomped her foot and pouted.

“We aren’t letting you keep them,” Anakin replied.

“That’s not fair!” Ahsoka shouted as she began to cry.

“Neither is leaving without telling either of us where you’re going. You know better, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan replied and Ahsoka looked at him with the saddest eyes that he had ever seen a toddler have.

“But masters!” Ahsoka said as she continued to cry.

“Ahsoka,” Anakin and Obi-Wan said and both sighed in unison.

“Let’s go return the frogs back to the garden, and then you owe Obi-Wan an apology for taking his cloak and getting it dirty,” Anakin said as he stepped past Obi-Wan and grabbed her other hand that didn’t have a frog in it.

“I don’t wanna!” Ahsoka said as she was led along by Anakin back out of their apartment.

“That’s too bad, maybe you should have asked next time,” Anakin pointed out and Obi-Wan sighed again.

“We can discuss this in more detail when you get back,” he said as he waved goodbye to both of them, watching as Anakin scooped her up in his arms and carried her down the hall, the door sliding shut after them.

[rentsturner]

A Clean Break | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Obi Wan invites you to the gardens in the dead of night, he has something to tell you. Cue the feelings.

Warnings: Angst. So much angst. Mentions of sex.

Word count: 1.8k

a/n: I hope you enjoy this, pls tell me what you think!!

(not my gif)

The Jedi gardens were quiet. Silent, even. The dead of night had slowly crept in, darkness chasing away the warm and peaceful bustle of the day. Moonlight cast shadows across the serene space, shapes of strong branches and curving stems dark against the paved pathways. Some light filtered into your hidden corner of the garden, brightening the dim space with an eerie glow. Usually, you would find the moonlight pleasant, comforting even, but tonight it only helped to churn the nerves in your stomach, as Obi-Wan’s stoic expression was illuminated. 

You were worried. Obi was quiet. Suspiciously quiet. This wasn’t unusual - Obi was generally quite placid around you, calm in your presence. You used each other as an escape from the chaos of battle and politics that plagued your lives as padawans. But Obi had been especially subdued since Qui-Gon’s death just over a week ago. It’s understandable really. You knew he partly blamed himself for the murder. He needed time to grieve the loss of his master and the time the council had given him was just not enough. This was Obi-Wan’s last night as a padawan. He would be made a Jedi Knight in the morning and take Anakin on as his apprentice, just as he had promised Qui-Gon.

You remembered how he had rushed into your quarters a few nights ago, making sure you were the first to know the news, his face stretched into a grin as he embraced you happily. Seemingly, the happiest he had been in days.

But the glimmer of sadness and guilt in his cerulean eyes was unmissable, pain and regret unmistakable in the tremor in his hands as they moved over your body when he gave himself to you that night. 

He needed time to grieve.

But it was still unnerving now, the way Obi seemed like he was in a completely different world. He had told you to meet him here tonight, at your secret spot that you had used to hide from prying eyes for years. This little alcove held so many memories for you, right from the start of your relationship until more recent times. But now that you were both here sitting opposite each other, the conversation that once flowed so easily was gone, replaced by a stifling silence. You hated it. Only days ago, everything had seemed fine. But now something was wrong.

Obi had obviously brought you here for a reason. You tried to search his face, looking for answers, but he was so hard to read. The furrowed brows, unkempt hair, a restless hand running over a few days’ stubble - a stark contrast to the happy, cheeky boyfriend that lit up your world every day. 

His eyes darted around the dark garden as if searching for something to look at, anything other than you. He was nervous maybe. His hands fidgeted, plucking daisies from the ground and picking the petals from them. His fingers would lunge forwards sporadically, then quickly retreat back, almost as if he wanted to envelope your palms in his but had to stop himself. He hadn’t looked you in the eyes once. He was hiding something.

“Obi.”

His head jerked up, surprised at the break in the silence.

“What is it? Why did you bring me here?” you asked softly.

Obi glanced away. Do it now! his mind screamed. Just say it!

A clean break, that’s what he’d been telling himself the past few days, slowly working himself up to this moment. This moment that he was dreading with every fibre of his being. The moment he had to let you go.

Your thoughts were running wild, trying to think of any possible explanation for Obi’s behaviour. With every passing second, your heart filled with dread, a sense of foreboding overwhelming you.

‘Obi, I’m worried. What is it?’ 

Deep breath in, deep breath out. He had to say it, he had to get it out. He didn’t want to prolong your suffering, no, Obi never wanted to see you hurt. It had to be quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

A clean break. 

‘I- I have to tell you something.’

He tried to speak, to let that dreaded sentence pull your whole relationship down in one fell swoop, but nothing came out. The words were there, spinning in his mind and bubbling in his throat, yet the only thing that escaped Obi’s mouth was a choked sob. 

Memories of the times you had shared flashed through his mind. Hours spent laughing in the sun when you both had a day off duty. Bare legs tangled together as you lay in his bed, whispered ‘I love you’s’ and tender kisses. Braiding each other’s hair with daisies and roses, here in this very spot, your hidden corner of the gardens. 

Obi’s anguish only intensified. He didn’t want to do this. But he had to. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

‘We can’t be together anymore’ 

Those dreaded words. Your heart stuttered in your chest. Deep down you had known this was coming. Two Jedi in love? It was prohibited by the code, frowned upon and warned against. But you hadn’t expected the fall to come so soon.

A wave of sadness rose up through your body, threatening to overcome all your senses and engulf you in sorrow, but you pushed it back down with your last remaining strength. You could still stop this. 

‘Obi, we can get through this, I know we can. We’ve survived for this long, haven’t we?’

You searched his face for something, anything to show you that he was still there. Your hand moved forwards to clasp his and for a moment, just a moment, his fingers gently squeezed back, your palms fitting together like they always had done. 

Then Obi’s head shook almost imperceptibly and he pulled his hand away. The moon was covered by a passing cloud and your alcove fell into darkness. A sudden chill forces its way through your robes and you shiver.

‘I can’t let anything cloud my judgement now. I have Anakin to protect.’ Obi’s voice is raised slightly, whether it’s in anger or pain you don’t know.

‘I’m sorry, my lo-‘ he stops himself. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

Despite his firm tone, you can see the glimmer of guilt in his eyes, how his heart is breaking with every word that leaves his mouth. 

Obi tries not to think about how, with every passing second, he’s moving inevitably closer to the moment you’ll leave, and he’ll be left alone.

A clean break! The voice in his head continues to taunt him. But he can’t help himself.

His arms are thrown around you suddenly, grabbing your cloak with shaking hands, and his face is buried in your hair. You can feel his tears, warm on your skin.

He’ll allow himself this, one last moment. Something to remember you by.

Obi’s body trembles, wracked with sobs, but his cries are muffled by your hair.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer and you try to will away your growing confusion. Your fingers grasp at his robes, trying to ground him, trying to let him know that it’s okay.

Maybe he didn’t mean it. He’ll say he’s sorry now and this silly nightmare will be over. You can tell him that it will all be fine. You live happily ever after. 

The sobs recede. 

It’s quiet again, the silence occasionally punctuated by a ragged breath clawed from Obi’s chest as he calms himself. You can hear the faint trickle of a fountain from across the garden and it calms you a little. Everything will be fine.

The sky is empty now, dark clouds chased away by the wind and the moon shines down undisturbed. 

Obi pulls back from your neck slowly and you look up to smile at him and run your fingers through his hair comfortingly, as lovers do. 

But your heart breaks at the sight of his face. 

His expression has hardened, gaze steely, no sign of any emotion in his blue eyes. 

In that moment you knew that your Obi was gone. His walls were up now, vulnerability locked away securely and pushed deep down. Where his force signature had once been a strong beacon of warm yellow in your mind, there was now only a distant blue link. It felt clinical, like Obi had taken your bond, your relationship, and severed it neatly with a scalpel. 

You knew that Obi had been hurt and now, naturally, he was trying to protect himself. And even more than that, he wanted to protect you. Just as honourable as ever.

‘I’m sorry.’ His voice was calm now, sincere, but curt. ‘You’re better off without me. I wish you all the best, you’ll make an incredible Jedi one day.’ A polite smile. Always the gentleman, Obi Wan Kenobi.

You let the sadness swallow you now and the tears ran freely. You fled. The garden held no fond memories for you now, only sorrow and pain. 

Obi watched as you turned and ran back to your quarters, leaving him for the final time. Inside, his heart was shattering into millions of pieces, but he couldn’t show it. He couldn’t cry and run. 

Obi loved you. He loved you more than anything and that was the problem. Qui-Gon had warned him about what would happen if he grew too attached, but that was in another time, another life, back when Obi had been young and naive. He hadn't listened. He hadn't cared.

But now Qui-Gon was dead. And he was different. Obi Wan pushed the lingering memories away. Even entertaining the thought of them would send him spiralling into more pain. The guilt, the regret, it already ached in his limbs and filled his chest, weighing him down. He couldn’t imagine what anymore anguish would feel like. He would crumble.

But Obi had a feeling that he would never be free of the pain.

You’ve done the right thing, Obi thought to himself. You will learn to live with the pain, just as you will learn to live with the guilt. 

Tomorrow he would no longer be a padawan. He would become a man, a Jedi Knight. And he must follow the code. There would be no more tragedies if he just followed the code.

And so Obi Wan sat, seemingly peaceful on the outside, broken on the inside, in the dead silence of the garden that was once your special place, trying not to think about the life he could have had with you, the memories he could have made.

He couldn’t afford any more distractions. A clean break.

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[chokemeanakin]

Can you do a cuts & bruises imagine where the reader comes home to Anakin from a mission & she's all scraped up, and then Anakin's all like, "baby 🥺, let me make you feel better, " and he like kisses all her bruises while running his fingers through her hair 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

It’s not exactly what you requested but... 😂 anyway I hope you enjoy ❤️

(Ps jelly toast fucking slaps idc what anyone has to say)

Masterlist

Read it on ao3

Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader Whump

Reporting back to the Council directly after your mission to the Vagaba System was hell. Your sides ached with every breath you took, legs barely able to lift from the floor in order to walk. Not to mention your clothes were wet and sticking to you in odd places, probably blood but you weren’t too sure. The constant pain hammering through your body with every move you made overshadowed every other thought you had.

Of course, Yoda and Master Windu picked up on your troubles almost immediately. They urged you to go to the medbay, but you were an avid ‘deal-with-it-yourself’ type of person. You weren’t hurt too bad anyway, a couple of bruises weren’t going to kill you. The injured soldiers from your mission needed all the help they could get without you taking up time and resources begging the medics for an ice pack.

You knew Anakin would be pissed if he found out you’d skipped on getting help again, especially after last time when you almost passed out from blood loss after a bomb sent shrapnel straight into your face. Although you had completely healed from that— thanks to the remarkably advanced technology of Coruscant’s medical system— he hadn’t forgotten the way you dragged blood through the temple halls as he whisked you away to get help. He made you promise to ask for assistance if you ever got hurt again, and you had begrudgingly agreed...

But to the degree of your injuries, he had not specified.

That’s why you found yourself shuffling down the halls of the Jedi temple now, on your way to the room the Council allowed you to occupy, trying to get your aches and pains under control so you could act okay in front of Anakin. You knew he’d be waiting for you, as he always did when you came back from missions. But it was late, and if you were lucky maybe he’d already be asleep, and you would be allowed to fix yourself up without him ever having to find out...

Wishful thinking, you groaned inwardly, forcing yourself to stand up straight as Anakin opened the door before you could even touch the keypad.

And oh, was he mad.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you narrowed your eyes.

Damn, it was good to see him. Even with that pissed off look on his face, he looked as good as ever dressed in those loose pants he wore to bed, with nothing else but a robe on, left untied to expose his toned abdomen, hair perfectly messed up, metal arm glinting in the soft orange light...

Side-stepping him to get into the apartment, you ignored the daggers he was sending your way and headed for the couch so you could take off your stiff, uncomfortable boots. Anakin folded his arms across his chest and followed your movements with a cruel, calculating gaze.

“You’re limping.”

“I’m just a little sore,” you rolled your shoulder.

“There’s blood on your shirt.”

“It’s not mine.”

Thank god the fabric was thick enough to conceal the worst of the damage. You could feel the warm liquid drip down your skin in some places, although it had slowed considerably since you’d received them after getting the crap beat out of you by Mon Eila, a Separatist General with a passion for boxing.

It had been a small mercy he had managed to avoid hitting your face.

“Y/n,” Anakin stalked over to stand right in front of you. Usually his angry face scared you, but right now you knew it was just to cover up the concern he felt. “I can sense you’re in pain. Tell me where you’re injured.”

You rolled your eyes, yanking off your boots one after the other and tossing them over the back of the couch unceremoniously. “Is it too much to believe I could get away from a mission unscathed for once?”

“Seeing as how you couldn’t even water your houseplant without slipping on a puddle and spraining your ankle, yeah, I find it pretty hard to believe.”

You frowned and leaned back into the couch, hissing inwardly at the pain it sent through your bones. “I find that pretty sexist, and I request you make me some peanut butter toast to make it up to me.”

Anakin grabbed for the cloak you still had draped around your shoulders, meaning to move it so he could see some evidence of your injuries. You caught his wrist, and although he could have overpowered you, he let you stop him.

“Oh my god, it’s not like the Mighty Galactic Jedi Council chose me out of the hundreds of other trained assassins to do their bidding, it’s not like they trust me to carry out missions for them alongside the rest of the Jedi, it’s not like I’m the one who blew up that weapons factory and freed the planet of Koiwishi from the Separatist fleet trying to enslave them—“

“Okay, okay,” Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry for doubting your skills, that’s not what I meant.”

“Good,” you grabbed for the tv remote and flipped it on solely for a distraction. “Then go make me some toast and I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Anakin flattened his stare and shook his head all the way to the kitchen. “Since when did you get so bold?”

You pretended not to hear him, and instead took the moment of privacy you had to slowly lift up the bottom of your shirt to assess some of the damage. Blue and purple painted your abdomen in angry, swirling blossoms, only interrupted by the streaks of drying blood from the places your skin broke. Mon Eila was pretty nifty with a dagger too, you remembered, and he’d managed to catch you a couple times with the blade. Once on the side, and once on your thigh. Now that’s one you weren’t excited to see.

You ghosted your finger over a particularly bad bruise over your rib cage, where the blood pooled an angry red underneath your skin. You knew you’d been hit quite a few times, but god damn you didn’t think it’d be this bad...

“Hey, we’re out of peanut butter, is it okay if I use jelly instead—“ Anakin stopped dead in his tracks.

“It’s not that bad,” you swallowed quickly. Your shirt remained half up after your failed attempt to rip it down as he walked in from the kitchen, the blueish-purple skin looking worse and worse as the seconds ticked by and Anakin did not say anything. “It doesn’t even really hurt that much.”

Anakin stayed silent and turned on his heel to walk back into the kitchen. He returned a moment later with various bags of ice and a first aid kit.

“Lay on your back. Now.”

Well when he says it like that...

You did as told and had the decency to look a little ashamed. Resting your head on the armrest, you let him push your shirt up to reveal the patchwork of bruises staining your skin. His eyes flit from place to place, taking it all in while stewing in silent anger.

“I’m fine, Ani,” you tried to defuse the situation, reaching for an ice bag and placing it on your stomach to hide your injuries. “Look, that’s about as much as you can do about it anyways.”

“You’re bleeding,” Anakin’s fingertips traced the open wound beneath your ribcage. “Stay still.”

You folded your hands over your chest and stuck your bottom lip out thoughtfully as you felt Anakin clean your cut with an alcohol cloth. It stung, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were in pain.

“I would never be satisfied knowing you’re in pain.”

“Hey, stay out of my head, Skywalker,” You searched for the bracelet he had gifted you early on in your relationship, the one that could shield your thoughts from any Jedi mind tricks. Your eyes landed on it across the room, by the windowsill. You didn’t know when, but at some point he must have been able to slip it off without you noticing.

“Well since you think it’s okay to lie to me, I thought I’d have to take matters into my own hands.”

He spread antibacterial ointment over the cut and then pressed a bandage over the wound. You took the ice off and dropped it to the floor, wincing as you pushed yourself into a sitting position with your elbows. Anakin pushed you back down to the couch gently by the shoulder.

“I’ll get you your bracelet in a moment,” his tone softened, reading the distress in your mood as clear as day now that your thoughts were wide open to him. “Let me just take a look at your leg first.”

“It’s not fair. You said that if I can’t read your thoughts, you shouldn’t be able to read mine.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Anakin placed the bag of ice back on your bruised abdomen. “I just don’t know why you had to lie to me in the first place.”

You didn’t know how to put it into words, how to explain to him your insecurities around asking for help. If you admitted you needed assistance for something as simple as a couple scratches, it made you feel weak— like a useless, vulnerable excuse of a person. It was especially embarrassing needing help from Anakin Skywalker himself, The Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear, famed General of the Clone Wars, who literally got his arm cut off after escaping an execution at the hands of a Sith Lord that one time. You didn’t see him asking for help then— granted he had passed out, but still.

Showing weakness, especially in front of the people you loved, was a feeling you have been running from your entire life.

One look at Anakin’s face, and you knew you didn’t have to say anything in order for him to understand. He closed his eyes and leaned down to press his lips to the exposed skin of your hip. His touch was feather-light, barely brushing you as to not disturb the bruise underneath.

“You don’t need to prove anything to me,” he muttered against your skin. “You’re already the strongest person I know.”

“I will be, once I can sit up without wanting to die,” you shifted your body, gasping and halting your movements when a piercing pain shot through your ribs. This made Anakin’s eyebrows draw down in concern, warm palm holding your waist to stop you from moving.

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt much.”

“You should know by now I was lying about that too.”

Anakin took a deep breath and opened a pill bottle. He dropped a couple tablets into your hand and then passed you a cup full of water.

“You think you can lift your hips for a couple seconds so I can get your pants off?” He paused at your thoughts. “For your open wound, not that.”

“See, it’s not fair! I couldn’t control that one, it just popped into my head.” You huffed but shifted your hips upward like he asked, abs screaming in protest. He managed to sneak his fingers beneath the waistband and tug your pants down your legs before you dropped back to the couch, hissing in pain.

“Damn, he got you good,” Anakin thought aloud, already wetting the cloth with more alcohol. “This might sting.”

‘Might’ was putting it lightly. A slurry of curse words filled your head as he dabbed at the gash on your leg, spanning from your hip to your upper thigh area. It was deep enough to scar, bubbling and oozing fresh blood as Anakin tried his best to clean it out. Even his cheeks turned pink from your colorful choice of words.

“Stitches?” You forced through grit teeth, nails digging into the couch cushion.

He dabbed at it some more, pondering your question. “I think you got lucky with this one. If it doesn’t start healing in a couple days, we’ll take you to the medbay.”

“Fantastic,” You wheezed, wanting so bad to kick your leg out and escape the terrible stinging. Anakin’s grip on your leg tightened, knowing exactly what your intentions were.

“There, all done,” he discarded the cloth and got to work soothing the cut with some ointment. He finished off by smoothing a large bandage over it, sitting back once it was all over. “Now how’s the bruising doing?”

Your head lolled to the side, exhausted from being in so much pain. “Still bruised,” you muttered. In fact, the ice was starting to melt and your skin was becoming uncomfortably numb and red. You took the ice off, wincing at the gruesome sight of your body again, and pulled your shirt down to cover it. “I think I’m ready to just sleep for the next 10 years.”

“Here,” Anakin slipped his hands beneath your legs and your back. With a grace only taught to the Jedi, he lifted you into his arms doing his best not to jostle you around, carrying you towards your bedroom. “You still hungry?”

You gave him a thin smile, all the answer he needed. He kissed your head as he set you down carefully onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over you. Before he left, he slipped something over your wrist— the bracelet.

The pills Anakin gave you must have included a sleep-inducing one. You were glad for the bracelet, as you made a mental note to kick his ass later for drugging you— but then again, it was doing a phenomenal job of taking your pain away now. You barely managed to stay awake before Anakin came back into the room, bearing gifts.

Jelly toast had never tasted better.

He sat beside you on the bed as you ate, carding his fingers through your hair and playing with the baby hairs surrounding your forehead. His fingertips tickled your skin, warm and soft, lulling you to sleep even further. You ended up falling asleep with half a slice of toast left in your hands. Anakin smiled softly and put it on the bedside table for when you woke up, switching off the lights with the force so you could get some good rest.

[anakin-danvers]

to love again

not my gif!

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!reader

reader is fem!

Request: “I loved them more than anything in this world, and they’re dead because of me.” With Anakin Skywalker please? Your last one was *chefs kiss*

Word count: ~2.8k

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, crying, feelings of guilt. 

A/N: Sorry for the delay my dear anon! I got busy with summer classes, but I wanted to get it out by today as a little birthday present for myself (wooo happy birthday to me!). I’m glad you enjoyed the last one, and I hope you enjoy this one! As always, please let me know what you all think, your comments always make me so happy! Also, requests are open :)

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Keep breathing. Empty your mind. Just focus on the feeling of the Force within you, around you...just breathe. In, out, in again, out again....is that...is someone walking outside?

You open your left eye. Your right eye follows suit, your concentration broken. A sigh escapes your mouth, and you give up on your futile efforts of meditating. Uncrossing your legs, you get up from the floor of your quarters. It’s late and you should be sleeping. But you aren’t. You can’t. 

Every moment your eyes close, you see them. Their faces, their fear. 

You shake your head, trying in a way to shake the thoughts from your mind. Don’t think about it. The more you think about it, the harder it is. 

The cool floor press against your feet as you walk over to the washroom. There, you turn on the faucet, putting your hands under the running water and bringing it onto your face in an attempt to clear your mind. You dry off and make your way back to your bed, sitting on the edge and taking a look at the room before you. 

As a Jedi, you were taught not to have possessions, to live a simple life, and your quarters reflected that. The room was filled with the minimum, only little parts of it showing your personality. The bags of your favorite Naboo tea by the small kitchen. Your saber on its place in the table next to your bed. Some nice rocks you had kept from your missions to distant planets. Your favorite cup gifted to you by your former master during your padawan days. The colorful, handmade blanket on your bed–

The blanket they had given you. 

You shake your head again, a useless attempt to stop the images of the destruction, of their faces, from filling your mind once again. Defeat washes over you as the realization that you won’t be sleeping anytime soon becomes clear. So instead of wasting your time trying to sleep, you slip on your night slippers, put on your usual Jedi robe, and make your way out of your quarters. You decide to leave your saber behind, this being one of the rare moments you can actually leave it behind. 

The halls of the Jedi temple are quiet. It seems everyone else is doing what you can’t: sleep. You make your way down the halls with light steps to avoid making any noise. Your feet lead you to a nearby balcony, where you hope you’ll be able to clear your mind while surrounded by the night. 

As you approach the balcony, you realize you were wrong in assuming everyone in the temple was asleep. No, you are not the only one awake. Standing there, looking up at the night sky as you’d planned on doing is no other than Anakin Skywalker. 

Your feet stop. The point of leaving your quarters was to have some time to clear your head. Could you do that with someone present?

It doesn’t hurt to try. You two could just stand there in silence. Plus, the next balcony is on the other side of the floor you are on. 

With your mind made up, you continue to walk towards the balcony, hoping to not interrupt Anakin who seems to be lost in his own train of thought. 

As you reach the opening of the balcony, Anakin turns, a curious look on his face. You smile at him, your hand coming up to give a small wave. 

“Hi Anakin. I don’t mean to intrude, I just need some air,” you say. He nods and you make your way to the other side of the balcony, putting a good amount of distance between you two to try to give him his space. 

You know Anakin as well as you know most of your Jedi colleagues, at a distance and mostly formal. The interactions between you two have been limited thus far, mainly consisting of greetings around the temple with the occasional meeting on the battlefield. However, you’ve always wanted to get to know him. Your longing to know him better soon developed into something more, something that causes you to go red in the face whenever your interactions are more than just your routine greetings. But you try to suppress the feelings; Jedi are not allowed to have attachments. 

Attachments. Funny how you know you’re not supposed to have them, yet you do. Or at least, you did. 

You close your eyes as you take a deep breath to try to calm the emotions threatening to come back to you. The night breeze grazes your face, calming you more than your quarters had. You open your eyes, looking down at the bustling city of Coruscant below you. 

“You’d think that for a city that’s so loud, nobody would be able to sleep.”

You turn to look at Anakin, where you find him looking at you, his body facing you. His face is easier to see now, and you see how tired he looks, the lack of sleep evident on his face. 

“I guess nobody can blame us for being up, then,” you say. 

The corner of Anakin’s mouth lifts up slightly, and he looks down at his hands. You take that as a sign that he’s done talking, so you move to face the night sky again. 

“Do you mind if I join you?”

You find yourself looking at him again, and he looks almost sheepish as he waits for your response. You nod, your lips tugging up to a smile of reassurance. He makes his way to stand next to you, the heat creeping its way up your face clashing with the coolness of the breeze. Soon, he’s standing next to you, not too close to invade your personal space, but close enough that it was clear you two are here together. 

“I would ask you if you’re having trouble sleeping, but I think we’ve covered that already.”

“Yeah,” you say, a small sigh escaping your lips. “It’s been a rough few nights.”

“I understand. I’m going through a rough patch myself,” Anakin says, his voice growing quieter towards the end. 

“Well, I’m sure we are both out here to clear our minds, so we should try to do that.” You turn to face him, a sudden sense of confidence running through you. You ignore the way your stomach feels as Anakin turns to face you better, the ghost of a smile playing in his lips. 

“If you have any ideas on how to achieve that, I’m all ears.”

Your eyes look at the city below you, thinking of how you two can clear your troubled minds. With the feeling of Anakin’s eyes on you, your eyes dance around the different city structures, the speeders, the life around you. Then it hits you. 

“I know what we can do.” You don’t realize how excited you sound until you see one of Anakin’s eyebrows rising, the ghost of a smile manifesting itself into the real thing. 

“We’re surrounded by so much life right now. We can clear our minds by living through them in a way, imagining what their lives might be like.” At Anakin’s continued gaze on you, your confidence begins to shake a bit. “If-if you like, of course. If not, we can just enjoy the night in silence—“ You stop the beginning of your rambling as Anakin shakes his head.

“No, no, I like your idea. Living through them.” 

And so you begin to imagine the lives of the beings all around you. You take turns in the beginning, each thinking of a name for the driver of a speeder that passes by. Soon, you are both coming up with life stories together, adding unnecessary details that bring smiles and laughs to you both. 

“He owns a loth-cat named Obi? You can be a bit more creative with your names, Anakin.” At your words, the Jedi shakes with laughter, a fully-rounded laugh that lights a warm feeling in your chest. 

“What can I say? I admire my Master very much.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. Your hand flies to cover your mouth, the sudden laugh surprising you. It seems to surprise Anakin as well. 

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“No, it’s not that,” you rush to say while also trying to regain your breath from your laughter. “It’s just, you two always seem to bicker when together.”

A fond smile appears on Anakin’s face. “I guess it’s just the relationship we have. He’s almost like a brother to me.”

The honesty in his voice makes your laughter disappear. Instead, you find yourself smiling as well. You can see it, to be honest. Obi-Wan’s padawan years were cut short at the sudden death of his master Qui-Gon Jinn, so taking Anakin as his padawan right away meant they had to grow up together. 

“I can tell he feels the same about you.” Your words cause him to look timid for a second, his smile shy on his face. He looks at the city below him again, his face growing slightly more serious. 

“You know, for how much we’ve been told that emotions should be kept at bay, I believe my emotions are what have made me the Jedi I am today. Attachments...I know we’re supposed to reject them, but who would I be today if I did?” He shakes his head, his hands coming up to cover his face. 

He seems so vulnerable like this. It’s something you didn’t expect to be seeing when you decided to leave your quarters earlier. But here you are, and you feel almost honored that he’s showing this side of himself to you. 

“I understand, Anakin,” you say, placing a hand lightly on his arm. And maybe it’s the way the lights contrast with the night sky, or the lack of sleep you’ve had the past few days, or the way your heart seems to clench at the sight of Anakin before you, but something prompts you to keep speaking. “I...I’ve loved before.”

It was the first time you called it that. Love. You always knew that’s what you felt for them, but you were always too afraid to face the truth. Your confession makes Anakin turn to look at you. His face looks troubled but somewhat hopeful. 

“You have?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper. 

You nod, not being able to form the simple ‘yes’ you wanted to. The beating of your heart quickens as the images of their faces come to your mind once more. 

“I reconnected with family some time ago while on a mission.” It’s you who’s vulnerable now, your palms growing sweaty as you want to both stay quiet and spill everything you’ve been burying inside for the past weeks. Anakin catches on to your hesitation, moving so that he’s fully facing you, giving you his attention. 

“The mission took us to Tora, a small planet on the outer rim. It’s usually uncharted, so small that some consider it insignificant. It’s where I’m from originally. 

I was there with Master Plo Koon and the 104th. Commander Wolffe was talking to two locals, when one of them recognized me. Wolffe called me over; it turns out the woman who recognized me was my mother’s childhood friend. That’s how she knew who I was, she said I look just like my mother. Her and her husband knew my mother and father well, and they knew me. They were there when Master Windu found me all those years ago, and they were there when my parents sent me with Master Windu here to the Jedi Order. 

That night, I found my way to their home. There was this part of me that needed to know. About my parents. About what my life would’ve been if I hadn’t been Force sensitive. They indulged me in answering all my questions. They informed me that my parents had passed, my mother of an illness, my father of a machinery accident in his place of work. They comforted me as I cried.” 

At the memory, your voice wavers. You hadn’t expected the news of your parents to affect you, your memories of them distant. But it had, and they were there to comfort you through it all. 

Anakin takes hold of one of your hands, giving it a comforting squeeze. You look at him and he gives you a comforting smile, prompting you to continue. 

“We formed a bond that night. I visited any chance I could while on the mission. Even afterwards, I’d visit Tora whenever I found myself near. I was always welcome with open arms by them.  They’d have food waiting for me, and in one visit I found they’d made a blanket for me so that I could rest in between my missions.” You smile, they’re words replaying in your mind. 

“And I loved them. I know Jedi are not supposed to form attachments, are not supposed to love, but I loved them. I loved them more than anything in this world, and they’re dead because of me.”

They’d been among the casualties of a Separatist attack. The Separatists had wanted to take control of the region, thinking its lack of popularity would make for a great place to hide developments of any battle tactics against the Republic. 

Confusion falls on Anakin’s face, quickly followed by understanding. He shakes his head, his hands moving to hold your arms. 

“You can’t blame yourself, Y/N,” he says right as a few of the tears you’d been holding back make their way down your face. His hand comes up to wipe them away, the warmth of it bringing comfort to your broken heart. 

“I could have saved them, Anakin. I could have arrived sooner.”  More tears fall down your cheeks and Anakin continues to wipe them away. “I had to take their bodies out of the rubble. I keep seeing the look on their faces. The fear that was still there.”

Anakin’s arms come around you, bringing you to his chest. The embrace breaks your wall, the tears flowing freely now. His gloved hand comes up to lightly rub the back of your head. He doesn’t try to stop your crying, no, he lets you cry, lets you unbury all the emotions that have been eating at you from inside. 

Your crying slows enough that he pulls slightly back. He once again goes to wipe away the tears left on your face. 

“It’s hard, Y/N, I know. But you cannot blame yourself. You just can’t. It won’t let you sleep, it won’t let you eat, it won’t let you live. You need to be strong, for them, for their memory.” 

You nod, his words doing more for you than the sleepless nights wandering around the temple ever had. 

“Thank you for this, Anakin. I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you, it’s just been eating at me for longer than I would like to admit.”

The look of understanding returns to his face. “I get that. I lost someone very close, someone I loved, some time back. I too blamed myself, admittedly I still do. I’m working on not doing that anymore. There’s some nights I’m less successful than others, such as tonight.”

Realization hits you. The both of you had loved. And the both of you had lost those you loved. Now you two are working on it, but not alone. Not anymore. You are finding comfort, finding support in one another. 

“Anakin, I...” you stop talking, knowing there’s no words that can express what you want to convey to him. So instead you embrace him this time, your arms enveloping his waist as your face connects with his chest. He doesn’t hesitate on returning your hug, his arms circling you and his face burying itself in your shoulder. You hug him tighter, hoping you can express to him everything he needs to feel the support he’s giving you this night. 

After a few moments, the two of you pull back. 

“I cannot thank you enough for this, Anakin,” you say. He once again shakes his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“If you need to thank anyone, thank the stars for having us walk onto the same balcony tonight.”

The warmth in your chest is sparked again, spreading until you feel warm all around. Not an uncomfortable warmth, but rather a warmth that makes you feel alive. 

You smile, a genuine smile that is mirrored on Anakin’s face. “Well then thank the stars.”

You look at one another for a bit, your smiles unfaltering, before Anakin speaks again. 

“Come now. I’ll walk you to your quarters. I think we will both be getting some much needed sleep,” Anakin says. You nod again, following him as he begins to move towards the temple. 

And as you walk side by side down the hallway to your quarters, both of your smiles still on each other’s faces, you believe that maybe, just maybe, you can love again.

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Summary: “Do you like it?” Obi-wan asked. Ahsoka looked up at him in confusion. What was he talking about- “The tea,” he added and raised his own cup like a sign.

Or, Anakin is injured and Ahsoka spends some time with her Grandmaster.

The tea Obi-Wan pressed into her hands smelled familiar, like the one Anakin made for them after late shifts when they had only recently left Coruscant. It was a sweet tea, so sweet that Ahsoka didn't even need to put any sugar in it. Their kitchen – an expression that still made Ahsoka grin with happiness because she had a Master now and she was a Padawan, even after these first months – didn't have anything but tea and some instant noodles stocked. For some reason, Ahsoka wasn't allowed to heat them up for lunch, so they had to go down to the cafeteria to eat. Obi-Wan had said something about the noodles being important to Anakin, and Ahsoka hadn't asked after that. She was too sure she'd start to cry like a youngling if she thought any more about her Master, who was currently unconscious in the halls of healing, being looked over by various healers.

The mission had been supposed to be easy. Nobody should have gotten hurt.

Ahsoka sunk further into her chair, buried herself in her Master's oversized coat. It had been handed to her when they'd brought Anakin in and Ahsoka had kept it on since. She knew it was stupid, that she looked ridiculous, but she kept it on anyway because it smelled like him and therefore like home and peace.

So here she was now with her Grandmaster in their kitchen in an apartment she didn't even really have a room in yet because they hadn't had time to clear it out, drinking tea.

"Do you like it?" Obi-wan asked.

Ahsoka looked up at him in confusion. What was he talking about-

"The tea," he added and raised his own cup like a sign.

"Oh, yes," she replied, feeling stupid for not having understood. She wanted Obi-Wan to like her and think she was a suitable addition to their lineage. "It smells familiar to the one Anakin always makes."

"It's the very same," Obi-Wan replied. "It's the only tea the two of us like equally well, so we always drink it together."

"Oh." Ahsoka hadn't known that. It felt like something she should know about her Master, like allergies. Frantically, Ahsoka tried to remember whether she could recall any of Anakin's allergies; he had to have at least one, right? Before she could get any more worked up and leave Obi-Wan in this awkward silence, she forced herself to ask another question. "What's in it?"

"A few red berries and some other indigenous fruit from Naboo. It was the only tea offered on Naboo that didn't taste like it had been dosed in perfume," Obi-Wan said and pulled a face as if the tea from Naboo had genuinely offended him.

Ahsoka giggled, then quickly clasped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to laugh at her Grandmaster, but Obi-Wan only smiled good-naturedly.

"Why- when were you on Naboo together?"

She knew that Anakin enjoyed items coming from the planet and was quite knowledgeable about its culture. She had no idea why someone would have all theatre genre of Naboo's last century memorized, but as Anakin had proven on a long retcon mission, he could talk endlessly about them. At least all his cursing had made them more entertaining than her own literature classes at the Temple.

"Ah, that's a rather long story. You were…. Five when Anakin joined the Order, weren't you?"

Ahsoka wanted to protest, surely she had to have been younger, but she remembered the whispers and knew her Master's age. It was strange to think he was only a few years older than her. She thought it would have been more, it should have been more, but if she were any younger and he older, perhaps they wouldn't be Master and Padawan at all.

She nodded in confirmation and Obi-Wan continued on.

"Anakin and I spent a month together on Naboo before we returned to Coruscant and he officially became a part of the Order. The Naboo prefer their food to taste and smell a bit flowery, and neither of us was used to it. After a lot of bickering, we decided that it was the one brand we actually both enjoyed. It took us a while to figure out how to brew it correctly, but eventually, I learned and taught Anakin in turn."

That certainly sounded nice, domestic even, like a scene she had never seen before. She tried to imagine the two of them in their kitchen, Obi-Wan being younger without a beard and looking less exhausted while Anakin was even shorter than her, perhaps standing on a barstool of some kind so that he could reach the counter.

Obi-Wan brought his own cup to his lips and drunk from it, then he set the cup on the table again.

They didn't have a single matching set of teacups that they actually appeared to be using. There were a few tea sets in the cupboard, Ahsoka had seen those already, but they didn't look like they were actually in use. Instead, Anakin and Obi-Wan had a collection of cups with silly images, colorful prints, and sayings.

"Ahsoka, I know we didn't get to spend much time together yet, but if you'd like, and if you enjoy this tea, I would like to show you how to prepare it properly."

Hearing those words, Ahsoka perked up. "Really?"

Obi-Wan smiled kindly at her and set his cup on the table. "It's a bit of a tradition for us, figuring out how to make a particular tea and then going out to buy a new cup for it. I used to do it with my Master, and Anakin and I didn't collect so many different mugs for no reason. You don't have classes this afternoon, do you?"

Ahsoka shook her head. "No."

They had canceled her classes for the rest of the week. There was no need for her to go when she'd only worry about Anakin. She could, of course, but the healers had been very insistent that Ahsoka should figure out her own boundaries and act according to them.

She still kind of wanted to go to class, just to prove that something like her Master getting hurt didn't unsettle her too much, but she was also still glued to their kitchen chair, wrapped in his oversized coat.

"Then, if you want, we can go out in the city today and buy you a cup and a new brand of tea to try out."

It would do her good to go outside. "I'd like that."

The two of them finished their teapot, then Ahsoka returned to her room. They still hadn't finished setting it up and so was currently more the place she stuck her stuff as Anakin frantically tried to move his plants to another surface that was not already covered by them and miniaturize his droid workshop. Most of the time, she didn't even sleep in the bed that had been cramped in there. In the words of her Master, why should she sleep there when Obi-Wan's larger and more comfortable bed was right there. Or Anakin's when Anakin managed to drag himself only to the sofa or, already half-asleep, stumbled into Obi-Wan's room.

Once her Master was cleared from the halls, they were going to sort that out. Even if Obi-Wan didn't have any problems with her taking over his bed.

Ahsoka got dressed, changed into robes of her own size and slipped back into the main room. From there on it was a quick and easy trip to the shopping districts of Coruscant. Obi-Wan wistfully muttered something about "at least it's not the lower levels this time" that he didn't see fit to elaborate on and Ahsoka, therefore, chose to keep in mind for a later date.

The tea shop he led her to must be one he frequented more often because the owner greeted him with name and immediately showed him a selection he thought would be to Obi-Wan's liking. Ahsoka smelled the various fruity, spicy, and bitter tea selections and eventually picked one that Obi-Wan and she both agreed looked like the most interesting one. Apparently, the tea changed colors as it cooled down. They didn't stay long enough in the store to get a practical demonstration, but Ahsoka was still eager to see it. Mainly to see it in the new mug Obi-Wan had bought her. It was supposed to match the color of the liquid inside. It was ridiculous, but Ahsoka thought it was fun.

"We can make it for Anakin later," Obi-Wan said. "He is supposed to wake up this evening."

"Do you think he'd like that?"

"I think he would be very pleased to see how well his Padawan has conducted herself in his absence. And he always did like food that was a little extraordinary."

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly with the two walking through the smaller streets, visiting stores Ahsoka had never seen before, but who all apparently knew her quite well already. The number of times somebody addressed her with "Little Anakin's Padawan?" was quite astonishing.

By the time they returned to the Temple, it was already dark. Their first stop after deposing their new items in their rooms was the cafeteria. Dinner was, as always, a loud and cheerful affair. Groups of Initiates were running around the many tables, Padawans chatting to each other and Masters bragging about their students. She and Obi-Wan took a seat at a table a little closer to the edge where it was quieter, though even they weren't spared from the toddlers handing out sugary cupcakes that looked like somebody was trying to sell pure diabetes.

But how was Ahsoka supposed to resist when the tiny Nautolan with the huge eyes offered it to her? It wasn't like Obi-Wan could resist it either.

After they had finished dinner, they returned to their quarters, properly put away all they had bought, and set the new tea package on the kitchen table together with Ahsoka's mug.

"Alright," Obi-Wan said. "Let's see how hot the water needs to be and how long the tea needs to steep."

With gentle fingers, Obi-Wan began to put the tea leaves into filter bags and familiarized Ahsoka with it. He taught her how to properly pour tea and which brands were better with a little more or less sugar, which needed salt of all things, and about a hundred other different tidbits that she couldn't believe he just knew from the top of his head.

But all the work seemed to pay off as they had a teapot full of blue tea that was slowly turning violet.

"Well done," Obi-Wan praised her as he grabbed the teapot and a mug for himself.

Ahsoka took her own new one, though she had already decided that she'd let Anakin drink out of it this time, and took another for herself. Together they headed towards the halls of healing. They hadn't even entered them properly when Anakin's voice reached them.

"I am fine, Bant, I swear! I just want to see Ahsoka and Obi-Wan, promise I'll be back within twenty minutes- ten minutes!"

Just as Ahsoka and Obi-Wan waked around the corner, they saw Anakin attempting to climb out of his bed, bandages still wrapped around his head, and arguing with Bant. As soon as he saw them, his eyes lit up.

"Ahsoka! Obi-Wan, are you well?"

Ahsoka stared at Anakin, whole, healthy, and smiling, and reassured herself that he was real. Then in the fashion of a child, she threw herself at him, burying her head in his chest as she before had in his robes.

"Woah, woah, everything's alright, Ahsoka. I'm just fine, see?"

He patted her head almost a little awkwardly like he didn't know what to do with his hands, but Ahsoka didn't care.

He was fine, everything was alright.

"Anakin Skywalker, what are you doing? Get back into bed!"

Ahsoka slowly released Anakin from her embrace so that he could fall back on his bed. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and rolled his eyes at the Mon Calamari Jedi.

"Bant wants to keep me here overnight, even though I'm fine."

At this, he glared a little at Bant, though Ahsoka could tell his heart was not in it. If that were so, she knew Bant wouldn't be standing here much longer. As ridiculous as he looked right now, Ahsoka knew her Master could be quite terrifying if he wanted to.

"Don't act so much like a bratty Padawan, Anakin," Bant only commented. "Now sit down, rest, get well, and you can go back to your rooms tomorrow morning."

"Yes, yes," Anakin muttered and pulled the blanket back over his legs. Bant smiled at the three of them, then bid them good night as well.

"It's good to see you're causing trouble as always," Obi-Wan said and set the teapot on the table next to Anakin's bed so he could sit down on its edge. "Here I was worried it was something serious."

"Oh, you know me, Master. I always have to be a little dramatic. What tea is that?"

Anakin couldn't have changed the topic more obviously in favor of curiously examining the teapot.

"Master Obi-Wan and I went out shopping in the city today," Ahsoka spoke up and pushed her new mug into Anakin's hands before she saw down next to him. "We bought a new tea and it changes color and also a mug and-"

"Hey, Snips, slow down." 

Ahsoka shut up as Anakin raised his hands. Then, with an expression Ahsoka could only describe as pouty, her Master turned to Obi-Wan.

"You took my Padawan on her first tea run without me?" Anakin asked accusingly, pointing his finger at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan only sighed theatrically and poured some tea, by now a dark red color, into every cup. "Well, we can't all be heroes recovering from a deadly assault. I take it said hero doesn't want a cup then?"

Now Anakin was quick to hold out the cup Ahsoka had pressed into his hands. "No, I want to see what my Padawan picked out. Hurry up, Master."

Obi-Wan's following laughter was infectious. It was almost as loud and cheerful as Anakin's demands to be told everything of their trip in detail. Sitting next to him on the bed, covered by the heavy blanket and the warm tea in hand, Ahsoka could finally allow herself to relax fully.