#I need more padawan Kenobi content

[nolouvreart]

Sweet… sweet padawan of mine

[vizslasaber]

FRIENDLY FIRE ──── i.

summary: after landing on the umbaran surface, you butt heads with your fellow general—but get along swimmingly with your temporary clone captain.

pairing: captain rex x female jedi!reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: combat/action, mentions of injury + death, krell being a bitch, reader with a name instead of y/n because i hate it

a/n: it’s back!!! previously i posted this series on my main, @brrmian, but i changed that blog’s username and have mostly shifted over to fanart and general SW content. i’ve decided to dedicate this new side blog’s content entirely to fic writing under my old username, posting reader insert on here and everything else on ao3! this fic will be updated sparsely but definitely more often than it was on my main. i’ve changed a few things regarding the plot of this series specifically, and i like it a lot more now!!

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You hadn’t wanted to leave the Temple behind—you still don’t, even lightyears away from the Core.

When the Jedi Council had first made you aware of the plan to have you and a Master you’d never met capture an Umbaran airbase with troops that were not your own, you had put up something of a fight. What right, you demanded, did the Chancellor have the right to simply pull a Jedi from their sacred duty for a trivial air-to-ground assault?

The Council had either not wanted to answer this question or had not known how to, so now you stand on a transport gunship with two clone troopers and an intimidatingly tall Besalisk Jedi Master by the name of Pong Krell. Both of you are holding onto the grab handles hanging from the ceiling; you’re gripping the handle so tightly your knuckles are slightly pale, but Krell looks perfectly steady.

Of course he is, you think bitterly. He has four arms.

The atmosphere of Umbara is breathable but strangely thick—fog seeps through the blast door openings, and the lights inside the gunship’s passenger bay seem to have dimmed. Your lightsabers bump against your hips and you wince slightly as sounds of frantic gunfire reach your ears.

This will be your first campaign.

You have seen death before, on missions as a Padawan before the war—but never on this scale, if the reports of your already-knighted friends from the Temple are anything to go by. You only hope that you will be assigned your own battalion soon, so you don’t have to go running around replacing wayward Generals.

It’s hard, standing at the side of an imposing Master, not to feel like a Padawan. The skin behind your right ear burns with the memory of the braid that had been there just last week, waiting to be sheared off as you prepared for your ascension to Knighthood.

While your battalion assignment is pending, Master Windu told you as you stood in the center of the Council Chamber, the Senate has requested that we send two Jedi Knights to replace Skywalker on Umbara.

Master Krell is already on-world, assisting Master Kenobi, but he will need another Jedi’s help if he and the 501st are to take the capital in Skywalker’s stead, Master Plo explained, his hologram flickering as he called in from some faraway world.

All due respect, Masters, you remember asking as you willed yourself not to tremble, but why me? I’ve never been anywhere near the front. I wouldn’t be much help.

Believe in your potential, we do, Master Yoda said. An opportunity for you to do good, the Force has given you.

And that, it was decided, was that.

Even now, after meditating on your anxiety for practically the entire journey through hyperspace, your nerves feel impossibly frayed. The transport jostles, but you only sway slightly, arm already holding onto an overhead handle for balance. There’s a shiny new military-issue commlink attached to your right vambrace. A morbid thought, of calling in a medevac for injured soldiers with this very communicator, crosses your mind—but you let it dissipate.

The gunship suddenly makes a sharp dive, and your stomach swoops—you must be about to land. You spare a glance at General Krell, who has now let go of the grab handles and has crossed all four of his arms over his chest. For a moment, you’re almost tempted to ask how he manages to stay so balanced while the ship is moving, but then the blast doors slide open and the gunship lands in shadowy darkness.

The first person you see is Anakin Skywalker. He’s around your age, maybe a bit younger—despite having been knighted several years earlier, as one of the first Padawan victims of the Jedi Military Integration Act. Your Master, ever traditional even when the Order began to stray from its centuries-old teachings, did her best to keep you apprenticed for as long as possible, but even that eventually proved futile.

In the end, you and Anakin are practically of the same age, and yet he has infinite more experience than you. Uncertainty wheedles its way into your chest and slips a pin into your lungs; you’re holding your breath as you follow Krell off the gunship.

Being far shorter than the Besalisk, you have to jump down. When you hit the ground, you shiver at the misty atmosphere, watching as bioluminescent specks of dust fly up underneath your boots.

As the two of you approach, you hear the troopers of the 501st legion mutter amongst themselves, but you push it aside and focus on the pleasantries.

“General Krell. General Neridian,” Anakin says, smiling graciously. “My thanks for the air support.”

“Indeed, General Skywalker,” Krell replies, bowing politely. “The locals have proven to be more resourceful than we anticipated.”

“We managed to get here in one piece, though,” you add jokingly, and Anakin smirks, his eyes twinkling. You gesture to the troopers unloading the gunship behind you. “And we brought ration resupplies.”

Anakin nods appreciatively, then raises one eyebrow after a moment, looking slightly confused. “But—that’s not the reason for your visit.”

“No,” Krell admits. “The Council has ordered you back to Coruscant, effective immediately.”

“What?” Skywalker demands. “Wh-why?”

“The Chancellor...” you pause, searching for a word, before you settle on, “insisted that you return. The Council had no say on the matter.”

“That is all they would tell us,” Krell adds, though he doesn’t sound displeased.

“Well, I—I can’t just leave my men!” Anakin protests, and for the first time you notice the trooper standing at attention beside him.

He’s identical to all the clones you’ve met, of course, except for one detail—his hair is blond. You wonder vaguely if it would be polite to ask him whether or not it’s natural as you survey his armor. The pauldron on his left shoulder indicates a position of command, but he carries a sense of individuality in the Force that, despite your inexperience with working with them, you’ve come to realize every clone has. His helmet is painted with a distinctly Mandalorian sigil, but it’s not one you recognize.

His gaze is pointed directly ahead; he makes no eye contact with you. Probably just as annoyed at the change of plans as Anakin is, you realize.

Krell moves to speak, jolting you from your thoughts. You recognize Anakin’s agitation, however, so you calmly move to intercept.

“The Council would not just leave your troopers to fend for themselves—not that they aren’t perfectly capable of doing so, of course,” you add, which merits the barest hint of a smile from the trooper standing beside Anakin. “It’s just… well, the Senate needs a Jedi to be at the head of every campaign, and I guess they figured subtracting one of you would mean—”

“—adding two other Jedi,” Anakin says with a snort of derision. “Yeah… sounds like the Senate. But you guys’ll probably get it done faster anyway.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, sir,” interjects the trooper, and Anakin looks to him. “We’ll have this city under control by the time you’re back.”

“Generals, this is Captain Rex, my first in command,” Anakin says fondly, and you see something like pride show itself in Rex’s eyes. “You won’t find a finer or more loyal trooper anywhere.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you affirm earnestly.

“Yes, that is good to hear,” Krell agrees, then places a large hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “I wish you well, Skywalker.”

Anakin simply nods at him, then stops beside you and says, “I hear you passed the Trials.”

You gesture to your hair, now void of a Padawan braid. “Apparently so,” you reply. “Funny, I didn’t think you were one to get swept into the rumour mill.”

A grin, boyish and bright, springs to Anakin’s face. “Nah, I’m always one for good gossip.” His expression turns softer, then, and he puts a hand on your shoulder. “Seriously, though… congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you say, but he’s already approaching the gunship and taking hold of one of the grab handles. The ship is off within seconds, and you can’t help but feel apprehensive as it flies away, up into the fog.

Taking a moment to gather yourself, you turn to Rex and offer a polite nod. He returns it, then says, “It is an honour to be serving with you, Generals.”

“The honour is all mine,” you return graciously, and Rex looks like he’s about to say something else, but stops when Krell begins to speak.

“I find it very interesting, Captain, that you are able to recognize the value of honour,” he begins, then—almost as an afterthought—adds, “for a clone.”

Silence.

Your eyebrows shoot up, and as Rex stares at Krell in shock, you feel your armored chest tighten—with frustration or shock, you don’t yet know.

“Stand at attention when I address you,” Krell snaps, turning to face the other troopers, and as Rex obliges, you narrow your eyes and step forward.

“Master Krell,” you start, your jaw tightening, “I do believe it would be far more... prudent to show respect to the soldiers who have so graciously agreed to undertake this mission with us.” You tilt your head questioningly, sending your ponytail swaying. “After all—we are the ones who just arrived.”

A ripple of white-hot anger moves through the Force with lightning speed, but it’s gone before you can take time to process it. Now, all you can feel is something akin to gratitude, trickling like a cool waterfall from where Rex stands, back straight and eyes ahead.

“They agreed to nothing,” Krell counters, and you blink as his wide upper lip curls back to reveal a row of dangerously sharp teeth. “Do not forget, young one, that we are the Generals they serve under at present.”

“I...” you pause, momentarily at a loss for words, then clasp your hands behind your back and force your jaw to unclench. “I haven’t forgotten that. But I also haven’t forgotten that the only way to succeed in this endeavour is to work together.”

“And with what experience do you so kindly bestow this advice upon us, Knight Neridian?” Krell asks, and the question is like a bucket of ice water down the back of your robes.

You swallow, and search for the words to say, but none come. Cheeks burning with shame, you stare determinedly at the ground.

The tension in Krell’s Force signature disappears, as sudden as the crack of a whip, and he draws in a deep breath. You look up as the pouch-like piece of flesh under Krell’s chin grows in size and he begins to pace.

“Nevertheless,” Krell brushes off, acting as though none of your words register with him, “there’s a reason my command is so effective, and it’s because I do things by the book.” He walks past a soldier in an ARC Trooper uniform who has the number five tattooed on his right temple. The trooper doesn’t move as Krell passes him, but you can see a vein on his forehead bulge.

“And that includes protocol,” Krell puts in. He turns to you. “Have all platoons ready to move out immediately.”

You bristle. “I—I thought we were to make decisions together,” you protest, raising your chin defiantly.

Technically, there’s nothing to defy, seeing as you hold equal rank with Krell—but the Council specified in their briefing that this was supposed to be a learning experience, an introduction to combat before receiving your own battalion. And something about Master Krell demands respect, or at the very least obedience, despite the fact that you’re starting to want to do everything you can not to give it to him.

Krell simply huffs and turns around, his yellow eyes flashing, and walks away, leaving you surrounded by a platoon troopers.

You frown after him. “Well, now I know why Master Venn wished me good luck,” you mutter, mostly to yourself. Some of the troopers snicker, but you hardly notice.

Your former master, Esya Venn, had pulled you aside just before leaving. The look on her face had been nothing short of concerned, but you’d shrugged it off in the moment, even when she’d told you to be careful, Padawan. She never told anyone to be careful—it was simply a reflex to think twice about your actions around Esya.

But now you understand.

Scrubbing a hand over your tired face, you take a deep breath and turn to Captain Rex. “Shall we set off?” you ask, and he nods, promptly putting on his helmet.

“Move out, soldiers!” he shouts, starting down the path after Krell. “Come on, let’s go!”

You give Rex a grateful smile, and though you can’t see his face, you know he’s returning it. With one last glance at the battalion, you hurry to the front and fall into step next to General Krell.

It’s silent for some time. Krell doesn’t deter, no matter how dark it gets, and after a while you begin to grow uncomfortable next to him. The anger you’d felt in the Force earlier is dormant, but certainly there, and it makes chills erupt down your spine.

"I’m going to check on the Captain,” you say, and Krell only nods when you turn around and quickly find Rex, who’s walking about two meters behind where you previously were.

The Captain salutes briefly. “General.”

“Captain,” you reply politely, before glancing back at Krell. “I can’t help but notice that there’s—” you pause for a moment. Do these troopers know enough about the Force to have conversations with you about it?

Knowing Anakin, you realize, they probably do, so you clear your throat and continue. “I get a strange feeling from Master Krell,” you say quietly.

Rex’s shoulders relax just slightly. “How so, sir?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “I don’t know, exactly,” you reply, then gesture vaguely in front of you, where Krell is half-visible in the murky fog. “The Force around him is unclear. It’s... hard to explain.”

“Hard to explain, as in it’s a Jedi thing?” Rex guesses, and you grin widely.

“Yes,” you say. “It’s a Jedi thing.” Reaching up, you curl a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I may not be a Jedi, sir,” Rex says after a moment, “but I think I know what you mean by strange feeling.”

“Quicken that pace, battalion!” Krell suddenly shouts over his shoulder, and you jump. “This isn’t some training course on Kamino.”

You sigh and raise your voice, turning to the troopers. “What General Krell means,” you call, pointedly shooting a glare at the Besalik’s back, “is that we must continue to make good time. Keep up the good work.”

Krell gives no answer, but you feel a ripple of frustration coming from his direction. There’s another thread in the Force, one of gratitude, but you can’t tell where exactly it’s coming from. You latch onto it nonetheless and file the feeling away for later, letting yourself make an easy pace just ahead of Rex.

“He certainly has a way with words,” you hear one of the clones say, and when you glance behind you out of the corner of your eye, you can see that the source is someone with similar armor to Rex’s. Another ARC, or someone of similar rank.

There’s a sigh. You think it’s from Rex. The troopers obviously don’t know you’re listening, so you direct your gaze ahead, keeping your pace steady.

“He’s just trying to keep us on schedule,” Rex explains, voice hushed and sounding a bit sheepish.

"By raising everyone’s ire?” the other trooper grumbles.

“Either way, he’s in charge,” Rex protests. “And we’ve got a job to do.”

“She’s in charge, too,” hisses the trooper, and you purse your lips, knowing he’s pointing to you.

Another sigh, again from Rex. “Just—treat them both with respect, and we’ll all get along fine.”

You’re about to turn around when your neck stiffens. It’s an instinctual reaction, like the Force tapping you on the shoulder—one that you’ve learned to interpret as a warning. Less than a second later, a loud screech echoes above your head.

“Ready your weapons!” Rex shouts, at the same moment you draw one lightsaber.

Faster than your eyes can process, a winged creature swoops down and grabs a trooper—but you don’t need your eyes. The cyan beam of your lightsaber casts a glow on the shadowy ground, and you jump upwards, landing on a large plant that allows you to swing from a vine and graze the blade across the wing of one of the creatures. It falls to the ground with another screech before flying away, relatively unharmed.

One to go.

You’re about to grab hold of a second vine and swing towards the other creature, but a flash of blurred blue and green makes you pull back—Krell beats you to it, landing on top of the creature and wrestling it to the ground.

“Wait—stop!” you shout as he draws his lightsabers, but it’s too late. He’s already skewered the creature mercilessly, and it lies dead on the ground, life blinking out of the Force in an instant.

You jump off of the large plant, landing on both feet, and hook your now deactivated lightsaber onto your belt. “Why did you kill it?” you demand, pushing past several onlooking clones.

“It is nothing more than a violent inhabitant of this area,” Krell dismisses, and you feel your jaw drop.

“But…” you start, at a loss for words. “The Code decrees—”

“The Code,” Krell says coldly as he turns to stare at you, “allows for self defense.”

You draw yourself up to your full height, switching off your lightsaber with a snap-hiss before hooking it back onto your belt. “That’s not what—”

Krell’s lightsabers deactivate loudly, cutting you off, and he returns them to either side of his belt before turning away and continuing on the path. “Anyone else want to stop and play with the animals?”

No one answers, but you feel your fists clench as if of their own accord.

This is going to be a long night.

Umbara’s plant life is fascinating. Observing the bioluminescent life forms is the only thing that serves a proper distraction from both the grumbling clone troopers and the pit of apprehension in your stomach. You’d been walking for twelve hours, give or take, and every time you’d tried to suggest a break to Krell, he’d snapped at you.

This can’t be allowed, you think bitterly, skipping over a glowing pink tree root, boots skidding on the dark purple ground.

You chew on your bottom lip and glance at the clones behind you. They are understandably worn out, and even with the extensive survival training Master Esya drilled into you as a Padawan, you were starting to get tired, too.

“Sir,” says a voice from behind you, and you jump, expecting in your exhaustion to see Krell—but it’s just Rex.

“We’ve been keeping this pace for almost half a rotation,” Rex points out, sounding vaguely nervous. “The men are... starting to tire. General Krell is...” he tilts his head, expressionless visor unreadable. “You know.”

You muster a smile, hoping you look at least a little like Master Enya, and nod.

“I know, Captain,” you say, and he shifts slightly, as though his blue-painted pauldron is uncomfortable. You can’t blame him. Running a hand over your ponytail, you blow out a breath and frown at the puff of air that appears in front of you. “Let me talk to him. Tell the men to start searching for a good spot to camp for a few hours.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Rex giving an affirmative thumbs up to the troopers behind him, but by then you’re already approaching Krell, clasping your hands tightly behind your back.

“Master Krell,” you start, and Krell turns his head just a bit. “I’ve told the men to scout for a place to rest. I reviewed the mission plan on the way here, and we can spare three hours without being delayed, possibly more—”

“The men don’t need rest,” Krell interrupts, and you feel your cheeks flush with anger. “They need resolve to complete the task at hand.”

“Apologies, Master,” you say, squaring your shoulders as frustration heats your neck and face. You breathe deeply. There is no emotion, only peace. “But I don’t think the men will be on their best game when we reach the capital if they don’t take some time to gather themselves.”

“That they need to ‘gather themselves’ is a sign of weakness,” Krell cuts in, stopping and turning to face you with a sneer. “That is not what these clones were bred for.”

Not far away, many of the soldiers bristle at Krell’s choice of words, but you keep your focus on the yellow eyes staring you down for the second time that night.

“They weren’t bred to be mindless droids, either,” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest and making sure to keep your voice even. “And in case you’ve forgotten, even battle droids need to recharge. If we march on the Capital without any sort of break first, I promise you, this mission will not go as planned. Exhausted and underfed soldiers are a guaranteed disadvantage.”

Krell studies you, a sneer forming on his lips. “I see you take after your Master’s incessant need to get the last word on anyone she disagrees with.”

You scowl. “I beg your pardon, but Master Venn is—”

He ignores you, cutting past where you stand and walking away. “Do what you wish, Neridian,” he dismisses, then walks away to stand by a glowing tree.

A sigh escapes your lips, and you close your eyes. It’s becoming harder and harder not to snap at him—but you know what the Order’s teachings require of you. Emotion, yet peace.

You grimace as Krell retreats to the back of the line, then turn back to the troopers nearby and give Rex a nod. The captain returns it in what you hope is a grateful manner, then calls for the men to make camp at the top of the ridge your group has been climbing.

By the time you gather all the troopers together, the battalion has put together a hasty campsite, with half the troopers having fallen into a fitful sleep and the other half keeping watch while eating as many rations as the limit allows. You frown and approach the trooper you heard Rex talking to earlier, his Force signature familiar from when you were eavesdropping. His helmet is now sitting in his lap, being meticulously cleaned with what little supplies the battalion has on hand.

You study the soldier. He has a tattoo on his right temple, and upon studying it, you realize it’s the same ARC trooper who’d been glaring at Krell when you stepped off the gunship. You wonder what significance the number five has to him.

Taking another step forward, you clear your throat. “Trooper,” you begin, and the soldier looks up curiously before abruptly shooting to his feet and snapping off a salute. You wave a nonchalant hand. “No need for that. I only wanted to ask a favor—can you gather troopers to stand watch? Six at a time, tops, and make sure they take turns so everyone can rest. That includes you.”

“You got it, sir,” says the trooper, and you smile.

“Sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name...” you say, then, and the trooper blinks.

“Oh, uh—it’s Fives, sir.”

“I see,” you reply, gaze flickering to his tattoo and back again. “Thank you, Fives.”

You retreat to your own tent soon after, shrugging off your vambraces and arranging them neatly next to your bedroll. This wouldn’t be the shortest sleep cycle you’d had, what with the nature of your apprenticeship at the temple—but not the longest, either.

From what you can hear inside your tent, the camp is silent. Slowly, you poke your head through the canvas flaps to find exactly six men—as you’d requested—sitting in the center of camp. Farther away, at the outskirts of the circle of tents, sits Master Krell’s hulking form. In spite of yourself, you frown.

“General?” asks a sudden voice above you; letting out an involuntary yelp, you scramble backwards before stopping at the sight of Rex standing near the entrance to your tent.

Embarrassed, you stand up, brushing off your cream-coloured robes. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “I could swear I’m not usually so jumpy, I don’t know what—” you look up and stop short.

Rex has removed his helmet.

His blond hair isn’t a surprise this time around, but close up, you’re struck by how tired he looks. There are smile lines at the corners of his eyes, but his face is cast in exhausted shadows.

You wonder if a full night’s sleep is something he’s ever had, or if the training regiments on Kamino prepared him and his brothers for this kind of halfhearted sleep cycle. Curiously, you study him.

Rex’s eyes are golden-brown in the dying light of this shadowy planet. They’re the same shade as all the troopers in the immediate vicinity. And yet, as you stare into them, something in you stirs as your Force signature brushes against his—something you know you’re not supposed to feel.

“Er, General,” Rex repeats, jolting you from your faraway thoughts. “I just wanted to let you know—the scouts are detecting a clear journey from here on out. We have approximately four hours to kick back, as predicted.”

Hurriedly, you turn away and clear your throat awkwardly. “Very good, Captain,” you mumble. “Thank you. You’re—erm, free to go and rest.”

For a moment, Rex looks surprised, but he composes himself seconds later. “Thank you, General,” he says. “But I—”

“Not up for debate,” you interrupt, holding your hand up. Bemused, Rex blinks, so you shoot him a reassuring smile. “You said it yourself: the soldiers need rest. You’re a soldier, yes?”

Rex opens his mouth, probably to say something about him being a Captain, but you lower your hand to rest it on his shoulder. The kind gesture seems to quell him, so you continue. “Don’t exclude yourself in that. Rest well, Captain.”

When you turn and reenter your tent, you don’t catch the way Rex’s eyes linger on the closed flap for far longer than they should, heat prickling up his neck as the remnant of your touch burns itself through his pauldron.

“You too… General.”

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Only one bed: Aotc Anakin x reader

words: 2.6k

synopsis: you and Anakin have to share a room with only one bed.

warning: 18+, insecure Anakin at the beginning, sexual content, use of pet name (stardust), tons of forehead kisses

a/n: honestly, I never know what I'm writing until I get to the end. Anyway, I hope you like it ;)

Anakin pushes the hotel room door open, giving you space to enter. You observe the small room, a single bed in the middle, Anakin sighs standing next to you. 

"Trust Obi Wan to reserve a room" He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, it's better than sleeping outside in the rain." You shrugged, looking around the small room. "Wonder how master Kenobi and master Plo are organizing themselves in their rooms. Probably is better than ours"

"Ugh, I'm going to kill Obi Wan when we get there. It was definitely his idea." Anakin said, scratching his neck thinking about the awkward situation. "Well stardust, I'll take the floor, you can use the bed."

"Don't be ridiculous, Anakin. This bed has space for both of us." You stated gently. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll put on my pajamas" You  said, going to the bathroom.

"Alright if you're sure," Anakin replied, trying to hide how nervous the situation actually made him. "Take your time," he called after you.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, second guessing Obi Wan's intentions with this room mix up. When you emerged from the bathroom he did his best to act casual, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Cozy little room Kenobi found for us," he said with a slight smirk, trying to lighten the mood. But inside his heart was racing at the thought of sharing the bed with you for the night, even if it was purely innocent. This mission was about to get a lot more complicated.

"It's cold here, although not as cold as Hoth" You commented, walking to the bed, wearing a red nightgown.

You were both Jedi padawans though, this was  an undercover mission. Still, it made things... confusing.

"Yup, definitely not as cold as Pantora either." He replied with a small smile. "Look, uh, I can take the floor. You take the bed, you need your rest for tomorrow."

He set his bag down and began rifling through it, hoping to find an extra blanket or something he could use to make a makeshift pillow. This was far from ideal sleeping arrangements, but he'd endured worse. At least the mission came first.

"Think you'll be able to sleep alright? I know sharing a bed with me  has to be weird." 

Anakin glanced back at you with an easy grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's just weird if you keep repeating that, Anakin." You replied softly, adjusting yourself on the bed.

"Sorry stardust, force of habit." Anakin replied, closing his bag empty handed. No extra blankets to be found. 

He turned back to you, leaning against the small desk. "You sure you're okay with me up here? I know my company isn't always the most comfortable." 

There was still a bit of uncertainty in his tone. Even if it was just an undercover mission, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel uneasy sharing space with him. Old ghosts tended to linger, for both of you.

"We can maybe put some pillows down the middle if it'll help you sleep. Dividing line and all that." Anakin smiled gently. "Whatever makes this mission work without anyone getting the wrong idea."

"Just shut up, and come to bed, Anakin." You shrugged, covering yourself with the blanket. "Let's sleep, we'll leave early tomorrow"

"Yes, sure." Anakin replied, pushing off the desk with a bemused smile. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, tugging off his boots before scooting back against the headboard. 

The mattress dipped under his weight as he got settled, glancing over at your form next to him in the dark. "Thanks...I know this isn't ideal. But we're both professionals, right?"

He reached up to flick off the lamp above you, bathing the room in shadows. Laying his lightsaber within easy reach on the nightstand, Anakin folded his hands over his stomach and stared up at the ceiling. 

"Sweet dreams, stardust. See you bright and early." He said softly. Then closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath as he focused on clearing his mind for sleep. Just another mission...even if 'part of the role' felt a little too real sometimes.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you got closer, sleeping close to each other. You head was resting on Anakin's chest, while his hand kept your body pressed against his.

Anakin drifted slowly awake as his body registered warmth along its side. Eyes still closed, he subtly assessed the situation - the feel of soft hair against his cheek, an arm curled protectively around a slender form nestled against his chest. 

Memories of where he was and who he was with came flooding back. This was you, sleeping peacefully in the moonlit room as he held you. An unexpected but...not unpleasant development from falling asleep separately.

He opened his eyes just a sliver, gazing down at the top of your head tucked under his chin. You seemed relaxed, breathing slow and even. Anakin didn't have the heart to wake you, or remove his arm from where it lay draped over your hip. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, Anakin closed his eyes once more. Just for a little while longer then, pretending like this was real instead of just part of the mission. Fingers gently tracing idle patterns against your back, he slipped easily back to sleep with you in his arms.

The cold night caused goose bumps on your skin, you moved unconscious in bed, pressing your body against him trying to find a wave of warmth.

Anakin stirred again as you shifted against him, your skin pebbling with shivers. Without hesitation, he adjusted yours position, winding both arms tighter around your smaller frame and pulling you fully on top of his chest. 

"Shh, I've got you, stardust" he murmured sleepily into your hair. One hand came up to gently rub warmth back into your arm. Even half-asleep, his body automatically responded to provide comfort and protection. 

The new position afforded him more of your body heat in turn. Anakin sighed contentedly, the sounds of your quiet breaths and the steady rise and fall of your chest already lulling him back to the edge of sleep. He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head before nestling his cheek there once more.

"Just rest. I'll keep you warm." Loose fingers traced small, soothing patterns along your spine as darkness claimed him again. In dreams, there were no missions or war - only this peaceful solace between you two.

As you shifted even closer, twining your legs with his in a tight embrace, Anakin offered no resistance. Your warmth seeped into his skin where you touched, chasing away the last remnants of chill. A sleepy sound of contentment rumbled in his chest at your nearness. 

One hand drifted down to gently squeeze your thigh where it lay over his hip, fingers tracing idle patterns against soft flesh. You fit so perfectly curled into his larger frame, it was instinct now to hold your tight and never let go. 

Your breathing slowed his own into a synchronized rhythm. In the still darkness you were two souls finding solace in each other, the rest of the world momentarily forgotten. Anakin pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, breathing your in as you hovered on the edge of slumber together. 

"Stardust," he murmured against your skin. Your response was a soft sigh and the delicate nuzzle of your cheek deeper into his embrace. In dreams or reality, it didn't matter - you was everything.

Your delicate hands tightened on Anakin's shirt, you tilted your face still asleep. Your chin rising, making your faces close, your noses almost touching.

Anakin shifted slightly beneath you, arousal stirring as you pressed even closer in your sleep, innocent yet intimate. Your chin aligned with his, soft breath ghosting across his parted lips from the barest distance between you. 

All he would have to do is close the tiny gap, capture your mouth with his own and taste the sweetness he'd only dared imagine before now. But that choice was not his to make - not while you slept, unaware and vulnerable in his arms. 

Instead Anakin gazed down at your peaceful expression, committing every heart-stopping detail to memory. One hand cupped your cheek, calloused thumb stroking back and forth over satin skin. "You'll be the death of me, stardust," he whispered. Nothing had ever felt so right. 

Reluctantly pulling his face back just enough to avoid temptation, Anakin pressed another loving kiss to your forehead. Arms winding even tighter, he willed slumber to take him under once more - away to sweeter dreams where your lips met his with wanting sighs. Soon, this could be real. But for now, just holding you was everything.

You opened your eyes, looking into Anakin's blue ones. A soft smile on your pink lips.

"Anakin" You whispered softly.

Anakin's eyes fluttered open to meet your gaze, heart leaping at the intimate way you murmured his name. A gentle smile curled his lips in return as he drank you in, committing this memory to his very soul. 

"Y/n.." Your name was a hushed prayer falling from his lips. Calloused fingertips stroked tenderly along your cheek, down the slope of your neck to rest against your pounding pulse. All the words he wanted to say got lodged in his throat. 

Leaning in slowly, carefully telegraphing his intent, Anakin paused a hairsbreadth from your mouth. Eyes falling shut, he awaited your permission - a nod, a sigh, anything to show this was truly what you wanted too. Every protective, caring, longing feeling he had for you swirled in that electric moment, shattering the last remnants of the pretense you told yourselves was 'just the mission'.

Desperately, hopelessly, he was in love with this slip of a woman in his arms. And if you allowed it...he would spend a lifetime proving himself worthy of your heart in return.

A soft gasp escaped Anakin as you closed the final distance, pressing your lips to his in a kiss both chaste yet full of promise. All thought fled under the gentle caress, lost in only you. 

One arm curled tighter around your waist while the other cupped the nape of your neck, fingers twining into your silken hair. Your taste was sweet, your sigh of contentment against his mouth like the first rays of sun. When you finally parted, Anakin rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply as if surfacing from deep water.

Eyes still closed, he murmured, "Stay with me. After this mission...be mine. I'll spend my days making you happy, keeping you safe, if you'll have me." 

Lips found yours in a tender collision once more, pouring every ounce of reverence and devotion into the kiss. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Anakin Skywalker felt whole. You was healing parts of him he thought long shattered. All that remained was your answer.

"Yes, Anakin, I would like that. If you allow me to do the same to you" you promised smiling, your hands gently holding Anakin's shoulders, levering yourself up to sit on his lap.

Anakin's  arms wrapped firmly around your waist as you sat up, holding you steady on his lap. A brilliant smile broke across his face, eyes crinkling at the corners, still filled with cautious wonder that this incredible woman had agreed to be his. 

"You make me happier than I ever thought  could be possible, stardust." Leaning in, he captured your lips in a deep kiss, pouring all of the joy, longing and promise of what was to come into the connection of your mouths. 

Your fingers danced along his shoulders and neck, setting his skin alight. A low groan rumbled in his chest as you settled fully onto his thighs, feeling the evidence of his desire hard and insistent between them. For the first time in your feigned relationship, nothing about this needed to be pretend.

Breaking the kiss but not the intimate embrace, Anakin gazed up at you with utter devotion. "Be mine, always - in every way." His hands began an achingly slow exploration up your sides, learning the planes and curves of your perfect form. This was only the beginning.

"I'm yours, Anakin, as you are mine." 

A shuddering gasp broke from Anakin's lungs as your soft lips traced fiery devotion along the column of his throat. One hand tangled desperately in your hair while the other urged you closer, molding your bodies tightly together from chest to knee. 

"Oh stardust..." Your name came out in a strangled moan against your lips, fueling the intimate dance of your mouths sliding together in heated worship. Passion like molten lightning unfurled in his veins, and with it the realization that every forbidden thought and feeling had blossomed into breathtaking reality in your arms.

Wasting no time, Anakin gripped you firmly and with practiced ease spun you both over so you back met the mattress, eliciting a delightful giggle. Bracing on one elbow, his right hand dedicated itself to tracing each beloved curve, learning secrets and treasures hidden under wandering caresses with heartfelt devotion. 

Lips traveled your jaw to the delicate shell of an ear, whispering huskily, "I'm going to love you so good you forget your own name, stardust." And with that vow, he set about proving the depths of his adoration through touch, kiss and quiet praise meant for your ears alone.

"I'm counting with that, Ani"

Anakin's breath hitched as your deft fingers set to work undoing the buttons of his shirt, parting the material to reveal heated flesh beneath. Your touch alone was divine torture, lighting his skin aflame wherever they wandered. 

"Let me worship you properly, my stardust," he rasped, capturing your hands gently to press kiss-swollen lips to each palm. Shifting lithely, Anakin made quick work of removing the rest of your clothes until nothing stood between the passion of bare skin to feverish skin. 

Moonlight bathed your alabaster skin, highlighting rosy peaks that begged for worship. His mouth followed in its divine task, tracing every hill and valley with open-mouthed kisses that pulled sweet gasps from between your lips. Each sound drove him ever closer to the edge of reason, until all that existed was the silk of you beneath him, the music of your release swelling to a crescendo on his talented tongue.

Only once you had found paradise twice over did he enter your at long last, claiming your both with a shudder. Your bodies joined in sacred ritual, each stroke honoring hearts forever intertwined - past roles forgotten in the creation of your intimate future together.

Your cheek nestled against Anakin's heaving chest as waves of ecstasy crested and broke within your joined bodies. His arms encircled your protectively, reverently, one hand splayed across the arch of your lower back while the other cradled your neck, keeping you safe and close. 

In the aftermath, you breathed as one - souls wound together in the silken aftermath. Where once there had been pretense of mission, now lay bare honest hearts laid open in perfect trust. Anakin pressed a kiss to your sweat-dampened brow, murmuring praise and promises to you too sacred to others ears.

"My stardust, you have healed parts of my soul I thought lost forever." Your lips met in sweet communion, a benediction sealing hearts that would walk through every storm as one from this moment until the end of days. 

You sighed blissfully, tracing the lines of his flesh like a prayer. Your feet hooked behind his calves, holding them impossibly closer still. A delicious drag of his arousal deep within elicited shared moans of delight. 

In the oncoming dawn you made love again, reaffirming the perfection of your bond with each worshipful caress and kiss. Two damaged hearts become one in solace, joy, and unconditional surrender to divine completeness. The future waits to be written in the shining light of your love.

[nahoney22]

Hey! Congratulations on 4k followers bestie! I’m going to slide in a Captain Rex request if you don’t mind. Perhaps a steamy & smutty, forbidden love trope with a female Jedi? 😈 I just know you could work some magic! Many thanks of you choose to do this 💖

Hush, Don’t Tell the General***

Captain Rex X F!JediReader

word count: 2k

The tensions were thick after todays mission and you and Rex had to be alone together one way or another.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Minors will be blocked if i see you interact. Explicit sexual content, explicit language, female reader, established secret relationship, forbidden love, p in v, slightly rough sex, semi-public sex, wall sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talk, praises, fluff but also a little bit of angst if you squint. Pre Order 66.

"Another smooth operation, Anakin," Obi-Wan remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was a tone you had grown accustomed to after the countless missions combating the separatist forces that you had been doing with Obi-Wan and Anakin. And given the situation, Obi-Wan's displeasure was quite understandable.

As a Jedi yourself, you’re typically calm and collected as well as precise in your tactics but Anakin was… something else.

The odds had turned grim and a sinking feeling made you wonder if you'd ever even see another day. However, a particular Captain of the 501st, ensured you escaped with minor injuries. Maybe a few bumps and bruises but nothing too severe.

Anakin, ever the defiant one, retorted, "It's not like I anticipated their reinforcements, Master." He paused, rolling his eyes, "But, let's admit it, it was fun ."

"’Fun’ is hardly the word I'd choose," you said, shaking off some dust from your attire.

Anakin smirked, "Well, the mission was a success. Besides, you had Rex and you were out of that building in the nick of time."

As Rex moved closer, you cast him a sidelong glance. "Barely in time to avoid becoming ash," you pointed out.

Rex meets your gaze and something shifts in Rex's expression. Was that anger? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you were certain it wasn’t directed at you.

"Excuse me," you say eventually, pulling away from the intense gaze of the Clone as well as the incessant bickering of General Kenobi and his Padawan, "I need some fresh air."

Rex's watchful eyes follow you, and you offer a fleeting glance back with a hint of a smile before you're enveloped by the cooling evening.

Wandering the perimeter of the Jedi temple that evening, your mind is seemingly in the clouds as the setting sun paints long shadows on the ground.

But then, you sense a presence. You slip into a hidden alcove and wait. The unmistakable sound of footsteps soon follows.

"You always seem to know where to find me, Captain," you remark without turning, arms folded cockily over your chest upon hearing Rex draw nearer.

"It's all about instincts, General. You told me that."

In a seamless move, his arms encircle you, pulling you close, the warmth of his breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. "Today was... challenging," he murmurs, lips ever so gently brushing against your warm skin that sends ripples of pleasure through you.

"I sense you’re troubled, Captain," you observe, sinking into his embrace as his hold on you becomes more pronounced. "What's on your mind?"

"Today was a close call. Too close. Skywalker's tactics have grown increasingly unpredictable since Ahsoka left," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. As you meet his gaze, your hand gently cradles his face. “I could’ve killed him by putting you in danger like that.”

Seeing Rex angry was a rarity but like he said, today was a close call. His scowl was sharp but as you gently touch him, you see his resolve settle.

"I'm still here thanks to you," you reassure with a soft smile. "Though I can't deny that I've felt a disturbance in the Force around Anakin."

Rex peers deeply into your eyes, searching for answers. "Is this something he's shared with you or just a Jedi intuition?"

"Anakin and I aren't close in that way; he doesn't share his personal struggles with me." You take a step back, leaning against the cool wall, eyes drawn to the now moonlit sky. "However, I trust in General Kenobi's guidance. Training a Padawan is a complex task."

"Seems you've got a somewhat good read on him," he states before you feel the familiar warmth of Rex's body as he leans in. His eyes lock onto yours. "I just wish Skywalker would think twice before jumping headfirst into danger. Putting you in danger.”

"You're concerned about him," you observe, lifting your hand to trace the line of his jaw.

“He’s my General. And… a good friend.” He sighs but then smiles softly upon feeling the delicacy of your fingers tracing along his jaw. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now, I want to talk about my Jedi.”

"Is that so?" Your voice dances with amusement, heart quickening as he draws you in tighter, heat radiating from the closeness. "What do you want to know?"

"How do you go days without our secret moments?" he asks, voice husky with emotion, fingers cradling you just so as he flushes his body against yours. “How can you cope without me being inside you for so long?”

Time had blurred; days, maybe a week or two since your last stolen moment. But for Rex, the longing was evident. As a Jedi however, detachment was part of your teachings, yet Rex was your exception, your beautiful secret. A relationship shadowed in secrecy, known to none, and hopefully, it would remain that way.

You shudder at his words, a heat already panging in your core. He towers over you, his armor making him look larger than he was but not far off.

It’s dominant and striking but so welcoming when his lips descend upon yours after so long, throwing your head back against the wall the force of his kiss.

His hands bite into your hips and you reciprocate by sinking your teeth into his lower lip, a groan deep in his throat. “Naughty girl,” he groans playfully before he pulls away and physically rips apart your Jedi robes, exposing your skin to the cool air.

“Rex!” You squeak in surprise. When you first got together you were pleasantly surprised at his dominating role in the bedroom but to see him so riled up, and in a somewhat public space, was quite unusual yet very exciting. How long had he been missing you?

“I need to have you, I need you so much.” He moves his lips down your neck, kissing over your now exposed collarbones and just over your breasts, cupping them with his hands that had you mewling into his embrace.

“What if someone sees us?”

“I don’t care.” He grumbles, exposing your left breast from under your bra and you let out the faintest whine as his lips latch to youth nipple, sucking delicately.

You cock your leg up, his arm instinctively wrapping under your thigh and keeping it hoisted as he pushes more into you, his length aching behind his codpiece. You held the back of his head, fingers caressing his blonde buzz cut as he flicked your stiffened bud with his tongue before soon, his hand invited its way into your panties.

“Gods, you’re wet,” he almost shivers at the sensation of your juices between your folds, his index and forefinger collecting your slick before he pulls out and you watch in utmost awe as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the taste off, “I’ve missed your pussy.”

“Is that so?” You grin, bringing his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his lips and then wrestling your tongue with his. As if to say ‘and I’ve missed your cock’, your hands move towards his codpiece, letting it clatter to the floor before pulling his warm, twitching cock free.

This time he does shudder. The touch of your hand causes him to groan and naturally start to rut into your grasp as you begin stroking rhythmically at his cock. All the while he tugged at your panties, bunching them up to the side and grabbing your thigh again and bringing you near. “Do you want me to fuck you? Here? Right now?”

You couldn’t deny that there was a risk in all this, being caught would be the end of both of your lives as a Jedi and as a Clone Captain but as he pawed at your pussy again, your pussy throbbed in attic patios and he was too good to resist. You nod eagerly, whimpering as he doesn’t hesitate to push his tip against your entrance as you move your hips forward. “Yes,” you gasp, “yes, fuck me Captain.”

When Rex raised your leg just an inch higher, he slammed his hips forward, plunging his cock into your slippery core; drawing a strangled gasp from the pair of you.

“Oh fuck!” He grunts, his cock adjusting to your walls before he begins to pummel you against the wall, feeling your body react to every thrust he gave.

“Rex,” you whimper his name almost pathetically, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his thrusts become intoxicating, making you sob so loud in pleasure that it covers the sound of his thighs and balls slapping lewdly against your exposed skin.

One thrust in particular had you moaning out loud that one hand came up and moved to bury your head into his neck, tutting at you teasingly, “Hush now my beautiful Jedi, we don’t want to draw any attention to us do we?” But he doesn’t help himself as his hand drops from your thigh to play softly at your clit, while the roll of his hips remain sharp and precise with every word.

“It’s s-so good,” you pant, teeth nipping at the skin of his neck, beautifully scented with a little tinge of sweat.

“And you’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” He cooes, “you sound so precious when you’re needy.”

Your head rolled back, stars starting to blur your vision and not just from the night sky. His fingers worked relentlessly at your clit as he fucks you and you wanted to quip that he was the needy one but you didn’t want to risk an intense reaction that has people come looking. “I’m not g-gonna last any longer Rex, please let me cum.”

“You want to cum, darling? You want to come on your Captain’s cock?” He chuckles darkly, his own movements staggering as he breathes through shaken breaths. “Are you going to let me fill you up?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Please cum in me.”

“Always so polite.” He grins, grunting as his high begins to hit. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that you won’t need me for another week. C’mon, lift your leg a little - that’s right - good girl.” He murmured beautifully, pushing his cock in and out of your pussy lazily.

He could feel your body tensing, knowing that your orgasm wasn’t far. Nor for him either. Your body felt like it was on fire, the need and desire from him after just a few weeks of not being able to touch another was unbearable. And as he asks you if you’re ready to cum, you nodded obediently and he upped the momentum of his fingers between your legs.

Suddenly, the coil in you snapped and you went limp under him, Rex catching you quickly as you buried your face into his neck, muffling your wanton screams of delight. He groaned, low and guttural as he summoned a final slam of his cock into your core once more, coming undone to the feeling of his cock buried deep in you as your juices dripped down his length.

“I love you,” he says tenderly, “I love you so much.”

Rex's confession, whispered with an earnestness that sends shivers down your spine, tugs at your heart. "I love you too," you breathe out, pulling him into a gentle, lingering kiss. Every moment with him was precious, and every goodbye, a horrible heartache.

After a few tender moments, you both recognize the danger of lingering. The reality of your situation quickly comes crashing back. Straightening your attire and composing yourselves, the weight of the galaxy settles back onto your shoulders.

"We'll find our moment again soon," Rex promises, his voice thick with emotion, matching the emotions in your eyes.

"Stay safe, Captain" you murmur, gently letting go of him.

“And you, General.”

Although the war seemed unending and your secret rendezvous scarce, deep down you held onto hope. Hope that one day the galaxy would be at peace, and you and Rex could be free to be together.

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Kinktober Day 22 - Seduction

For @bunnywan~ 🐰

Keep Me Guessing - 4,367 Rating: M Content: Getting Together / Love Confessions / Attempted Seduction / Sexual Tension / Secret Crush / Humor / Fluff / Implied Sexual Content / First Kiss / Anakin Skywalker is Oblivious / Obi-Wan Kenobi is Repressed / somehow they work it out

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Anakin was a smart man. If Obi-Wan were feeling particularly gracious he might even call him wise beyond his years. There was no one Obi-Wan would want by his side in the heat of battle more than Anakin, his natural instincts and abilities making him a capable fighter and an intelligent general. Even having him near during diplomatic missions had its charms, Anakin’s natural honesty giving him insights that Obi-Wan might have otherwise missed.

But Anakin was also completely and utterly oblivious at times. Baffling so.

It was as if he only knew how to communicate with direct bluntness, conversations having to have a certain candour for Anakin to catch on. Subtly was lost on him most of the time, and Obi-Wan had to literally spell things out to him more often than not. It was charming really, especially when Obi-Wan was subject to the daily politicking of Coruscant where senators attempted to hide their true intentions, while fellow Jedi were forced to keep things close to their chests lest they breach protocol. Speaking to Anakin directly and with as much frankness as Obi-Wan could muster was usually a relief.

But as charming as Anakin’s disregard to most social cues was, it was also frustrating.

Especially when it came to Obi-Wan having to actually express his emotions, rather than chew on them till his jaw ached and his insides twisted and curled.

Obi-Wan had developed inescapable, desperate, delirious, perilous feelings for Anakin. The kind that involved holding his hand and kissing his lips and holding him deep within until they both ceased to exist as individuals. He knew it was untoward to desire his former Padawan the way that he did, yet he couldn’t stop the raw need that both exhilarated and frightened him. When he thought of Anakin in all his complex multitudes, sensations would form and multiple deep within Obi-Wan, his connection to the Force spiking and skittering like shocks of lightning, the scent of Anakin mixing with the dense taste of ozone in the air as a storm brewed in the distance.

At first Obi-Wan tried to repress his desires, stamping them down until they only ached when he saw Anakin smile at another person, or touch another person, or let his gaze linger on another. But the repression only worked for a few weeks before it blossomed into a weed that couldn’t be stomped on, couldn’t be cut, couldn’t be ripped out at the root and lit on fire.

He couldn’t pull away from Anakin as he should have. More to the point, Obi-Wan didn’t want to.

But he couldn’t outright tell Anakin how he felt. While Obi-Wan knew he was pitiful, he didn’t want others to know just how desperate he was - especially Anakin. Begging Anakin to let him lick the salt from his thighs and suck on the tip of his cock was a humiliation that Obi-Wan wasn’t quite ready to suffer through, even if the thought of doing just that made his cock twitch and his hands clench until his nails cut into his palms.

And thus Obi-Wan was confronted with a problem: how to subtly seduce a man who probably didn’t even know the definition of the word subtle.

XXX

“Anakin, come here for a moment, will you?”

Anakin dropped his datapad and glanced over at Obi-Wan. “What is it?”

Wiggling a bottle of newly bought cologne, Obi-Wan opened it up and placed a few drops of it on the tips of his fingers. Dabbing it along the corner of his jaw and just behind his ear, Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side and motioned Anakin closer. “I want you to smell this cologne for me.”

With nary a suspicious look or a curious question Anakin stepped forward and ducked his head, nose softly brushing Obi-Wan’s jaw as he breathed in deep. Holding back a groan, Obi-Wan bit his tongue. Anakin pulled away far too quickly, his cheeks pink and his grin large.

“Smells nice,” he said.

“Just nice?”

Not invigorating, seductive, heady, and sweet? Not overpowering to the point where you want me to throw you down on the floor and ravage you right here and now?

Anakin shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, thank you for your input,” Obi-Wan said. Capping the bottle he placed it back on the counter.

He’d spent good credits on it only to come out smelling ‘nice’.

“Trying to seduce someone?” Anakin asked with complete sincerity.

Sighing, Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Something like that.”

XXX

Eying the ice lolly stand, Obi-Wan stroked his beard. Above him the sun bore down on him, heating the back of his neck. Next to him Anakin basked under the heated rays, his head tilted back as he glittered beneath the sun.

“You’re enjoying this weather far too much,” Obi-Wan grumbled.

Anakin smiled and dropped his head, a curl sliding across his brow. When their eyes locked Obi-Wan thought he was going to swallow his tongue. “Not my fault you run hot.”

Obi-Wan was certain Anakin had no clue the sort of signals he was giving out, but regardless of the intent his words made Obi-Wan look away all the same, heat not from the sun spreading out across his cheeks. He looked back at the ice lolly stand and swallowed.

“I’m going to get a treat,” he said as he slipped off the barrier they were sat upon. The clones were still conducting their canvassing of the neighbourhood in search of the local warlord, and Obi-Wan was getting impatient under the sun. He deserved a treat. “Would you like one?”

Anakin shook his head and settled further on the wall, his head once again tilting back to catch the sun on his high cheekbones. With one last longing glance Obi-Wan turned and approached the stand. The owner sent Obi-Wan a bright grin as he approached, her lips pulling back to reveal a set of silver teeth that flashed in the sunlight. Ushering him over, she opened the top of her cooler to show off the vast array of treats.

The lollies were brightly coloured and made from a variety of pureed fruits, bright greens and reds mixing with blues and purples. Some were square in shape while others were long and narrow, some smooth while others ridged. Obi-Wan’s attention lingered on the long, rainbow coloured lolly in the middle.

“This one please,” Obi-Wan said, pointing to it.

The woman nodded and reached inside, plucking it from the rest of its ilk. She wrapped the stick in a small napkin before passing it to Obi-Wan, her free hand held out for the credits. He passed it over before taking the lolly with a grateful thanks.

Obi-Wan was only half-way back to Anakin before it started to melt. Jumping back on to the barrier Obi-Wan began licking the ice lolly. The taste of sugary fruits flooded his tongue, the coldness of the ice sliding along his lips and across the roof of his mouth. He moaned softly and took more of the lolly into his mouth. Sliding it in and out, Obi-Wan sucked on the sweet treat, gaze locked on the narrow street in front of him.

A small trickle of fruit juice slid onto his knuckles, and he slipped the lolly from his lips with a quick ‘pop’ before licking his knuckles, trying to collect the juices before they fell to stain his robes.

“Taste good?”

Obi-Wan tried to hide his smile and turned to look at Anakin. He lost his smirk when he saw the earnestness in Anakin’s gaze. He was staring at Obi-Wan like what he was doing was completely normal and not at all overtly sexual, like he was sucking back on the most delicious cock he’d ever had the pleasure of enjoying.

“It’s nice,” Obi-Wan said, and stuck his tongue out to rub the tip along the side, maintaining eye-contact with Anakin the entire time. “Would you like to try it?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Anakin said. He turned back to the street, hands pressed between his knees. “They used to sell those kinda things back on Tatooine, but I always found them a bit too sweet. I’ve always preferred salty treats.”

I’m sure you do…

“I like both,” Obi-Wan said, and he licked the lolly again, keeping it in his mouth this time and letting it melt across his tongue. He tried to catch Anakin’s attention, but he’d lost him to his memories.

With a sigh, he finished the lolly and pocketed the stick.

XXX

Staring down at the drain in the fresher, Obi-Wan watched the soap and water swirl around before disappearing down into the abyss below. The water was scalding across his shoulders and along the back of his neck, the stinging bite soothing the ache in his muscles from hours worth of katas and sparring. Anakin had managed to get him into one-too-many headlocks, and his neck was already complaining about the abuse.

Speaking of…

Next to him Anakin washed beneath his own spray, a pluck to his mannerisms that spoke more to Obi-Wan’s age than his. He grinned whenever they locked eyes, head tilted away from the water as he lathered soap along his chest and further still. Obi-Wan caught his eyes wandering now and again, falling on various parts of Obi-Wan’s anatomy before quickly snapping to something else, his focus and attention seemingly both deliberate and inattentive to the point where Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if Anakin was checking him out, or just happened to let his gaze linger on Obi-Wan’s soft cock as his mind drifted off somewhere else.

Obi-Wan was used to Anakin looking. In fact, he’d spent the last ten years under what felt like Anakin’s unyielding gaze, dissected and pulled apart until he could hide very little from Anakin.

Save for his apparent attraction to him.

He supposed, however, he could try and drag Anakin’s attention to him; pull on the strands that kept Anakin in his orbit and draw him closer still. Maybe then he’d know if Anakin really was sneaking peeks of his body, or just happened to have no communal fresher manners as Obi-Wan had always suspected.

Grabbing his bar of soap, he squeezed down on it and let it slip from his grasp.

“Oh no,” Obi-Wan said over the rush of water, trying to sound both alarmed but also casual despite the roar of the water.

Anakin turned his head and glanced down, his eyebrows raised slightly as the bar rested on the tiles. But before Obi-Wan could turn around and very slowly, very carefully lean over and pluck it up from the ground, Anakin was kneeling down and scooping the soap up, a grin on his face as he caught it on the first try.

When he stood he was closer to Obi-Wan, skin covered in little water droplets that caressed the sides of his neck and down his chest. Little bumps spread out along his flesh, the cool air between the fresher stalls enough to make Anakin shiver from the cold, but his body still emanated an incredible warmth that felt different than the heat of the water that rushed across Obi-Wan.

Their eyes remained locked as Obi-Wan took the soap, his hand covering Anakin’s for a moment before Anakin dropped his. A moment passed - a flash in their bond that gripped Obi-Wan’s heart and squeezed - before Anakin broke their gaze and returned to his fresher.

Sucking back a breath, Obi-Wan turned back to the spray and shoved his head underneath the water, hands grabbing blindly at the valve to turn it all the way to ‘cold’.

XXX

Obi-Wan stared at himself in the mirror of his bedroom.

He’d gone out and done something terribly uncharacteristic and treated himself to a nice pair of underwear.

Normally he’d buy the packets that were sold at one of the stores next to the Temple, the fabric of decent quality and the style practical. He’d never bothered with anything else, finding that the few times he did have sex his underwear was quickly discarded and forgotten, only to be remembered when he went looking for them. The men and women he’d courted didn’t seem to mind that he wore what could only be described as ‘underwear’ and nothing more.

But what he currently had on was anything but underwear.

It was a jockstrap.

A very revealing jockstrap.

Rather than his customary white he’d opted for black this time, the fabric soft and smooth as it cupped his balls and caressed his cock. It sat tight around his groin, while the wide banding cinched his waist and fit snug against the swell of his ass, almost raising his cheeks like some sort of push-up brassiere. A trail of his pubic hair went from his naval down to the banding, dragging one’s attention to the fabric that did little to hide just how thick Obi-Wan’s cock actually was.

He felt out of sorts in it - as if he were looking at the body of another, someone more dashing and confident, who claimed what he wanted and said what he desired. Not a Jedi Master with an inescapable and embarrassing love for his oblivious Padawan, who only wore underwear that came in packages of twelve and cost only a few credits.

But he was getting desperate.

Eying the time, Obi-Wan noted that Anakin would be returning to their shared apartment in less than five minutes. Ten, if Anakin was late like he usually was.

Heading into the living quarters, Obi-Wan sat down on the couch and tried to position himself in a manner that would both show off his jockstrap, but also give Anakin the impression that he was just casually lounging on the couch as he always did. Grabbing his datapad, he flicked it on and stared at the screen blankly, attention skirting up to the door every now and again.

He could feel Anakin’s presence nearing, an excited little tremble in their bond that grew more intense the closer he got. It only fed into Obi-Wan’s own anxieties, and he found he was holding his breath by the time Anakin slipped through the door and entered the space.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan rushed out in feign surprise.

Anakin didn’t even blink before he was rushing toward Obi-Wan, his own datapad in hand as he collapsed on the couch next to Obi-Wan and presented it to him.

“Take a look,” he said as he wiggled the datapad around in the air.

Obi-Wan swallowed down his disbelief and took the datapad from Anakin, stilling his movements. Anakin was hot next to him and smelled like sweat and motor oil, slick and dense in the back of his throat. He shifted slightly, pushing his hips out as he pretended to get comfortable. Anakin’s gaze didn’t leave Obi-Wan’s face, however.

Looking at the screen he saw a collection of numbers spread out on a grid along with a graph that spikes and then rolled. He tilted it to the side, hoping that it would make sense. It didn’t help.

“What am I looking at?” Obi-Wan asked slowly.

“It’s the sensor readings from that speeder I bought from that junkyard back on Korad.”

Obi-Wan vaguely remembered it. “If I recall correctly, you didn’t buy it so much as do a series of favours for the shop owner, including but not limited to using the Force to bring down all the crates they couldn’t reach.”

“I was doing a service to the community,” Anakin mumbled. “But that’s not the point. The point is, I got the electronics to talk back to me. It’s alive, Obi-Wan. The speeder is alive!”

“It’s not alive,” Obi-Wan said with a sigh. “Speeders aren’t living creatures. It simply works.”

Anakin glared. Obi-Wan glared back. Perhaps he was being uncharitable, but Anakin hadn’t even given his new underwear a second glance. The banding around his ass was starting to chaff.

Grabbing the datapad back, Anakin sank lower in the couch next to Obi-Wan, his bottom lip jutted out in a delicious pout as he scrolled through his findings. “Just because you can’t manage to turn a speeder on let alone fix one, doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole.”

Obi-Wan sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Swallowing back his retort about how he may be technologically illiterate, but at least he wasn’t oblivious as to the finer points of seduction, Obi-Wan fiddled with the banding of his underwear.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a time. When he turned to look at Anakin, he found Anakin staring at his thumb as he dragged it along the top of the banding.

His cheeks were pink, and Obi-Wan watched with fascination as Anakin licked his bottom lip and let out a soft sigh. Excitement rose up in him then, and Obi-Wan shifted slightly to rest the heel of his foot on the edge of the couch, angling his hips just so.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Anakin’s attention snapped back up. The pink to his cheeks turned into a darker shade, and there was a flicker of something in his eyes - embarrassment or arousal, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure. Shifting again, he tilted his head to the side.

Finally.

“Anakin,” he repeated.

Like a spooked fathier Anakin suddenly snapped back, his breath catching in the back of his throat. Ducking his head he stood abruptly, striding away from Obi-Wan’s desperate grasp as he fiddled with his datapad.

“Sorry,” Anakin said quickly. His attention was still fixed to the floor, his shoulders hunched and knuckles white as he held on to his datapad. “I just realized you were— I mean. I should have knocked before I came in.”

“It’s alright, Anakin, truly. This is both our home and—”

Anakin stumbled toward the door, a nervous laugh on the tip of his tongue that shame soon swallowed. “No, really. I should have knocked.”

Obi-Wan stood but Anakin was already halfway out the door. “Anakin, you don’t have to go. I can put some clothes back on and—”

“No, it’s okay.” Finally Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan knew for certain that all Anakin felt in that moment was embarrassment. “I have to go input this data before I accidentally overwrite it,” he continued, a sheepish smile spreading across his lips.

Obi-Wan smiled tightly back. “You’ve a tendency to do that.”

Anakin rolled his eyes, and the rush of air he let out filled Obi-Wan with his own relief. “Yeah yeah, I know.”

Another moment passed, Anakin’s presence in their bond evening out where it didn’t scald Obi-Wan to hold on too tightly.

“You should go back-up your data, and then maybe you’d like to join me for dinner in the dining hall?” Obi-Wan asked, hating how meek he sounded.

Anakin nodded and smiled. “Sure.”

He slipped away then, the door closing with a resounding ‘swish’. Collapsing back on the couch, Obi-Wan let out a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the guilt and disappointment that coiled in his guts in equal measure.

He hoped he could return the jockstrap.

XXX

Obi-Wan stopped his poor attempts at seduction after that.

He hadn’t meant to make Anakin uncomfortable in any way. As much as he he wanted to feel the velvet softness of Anakin’s lips, taste the spit along his teeth, and swallow the soft sounds he knew that Anakin would make, he’d rather it remain an unending desire that never saw resolution than place Anakin into another uncomfortable position.

And so he repressed, as he was wont to do. He swallowed down his feelings for Anakin, tossed out the rest of his poorly thought out ideas of on how to seduce him, and shoved the offending jockstrap in the very back of his underwear drawer, hoping that when he inevitably discovered them again he’d have forgotten the whole ordeal that brought him to them in in the first place.

For the first week, things were tense. Anakin blushed any time he saw Obi-Wan, his gaze dropping, his slouch becoming even more noticeable as if to make himself as small as he possibly could. Gone was his newfound confidence and bravado when he was around Obi-Wan, instead replaced with the quiet awkwardness of his teenage years that had strained the pair of them.

But after the second week had come and gone Anakin seemed to relax again, his breath no longer held tight in his chest as they sat next to one another, the tenor in his voice no longer clipped and tense, his smile coming more easily. Soon, Obi-Wan was once again able to admire the blue hues in his eyes, the beauty marks along his jaw and across his cheeks, and relish in every eye-roll and quirked brow sent his way.

So what if Obi-Wan couldn’t bite the swell of Anakin’s ass, grip his cock between his thighs, and make the boy beg in all the ways he knew he could. So what if Obi-Wan couldn’t feel Anakin’s weight above him, the stretch of his length inside, the press of his lips against the back of his neck. So what if he couldn’t indulge in the taste of Anakin’s come, deep and satisfying, thick on the back of his tongue and down the trenches of his throat.

He’d take quiet companionship over the ecstasy of any of those fantasies. Anakin was dear to him in many ways - all ways - and he wanted Anakin to know that his devotion didn’t have to come at a cost.

Finally, by the fourth week, they were back to normal.

Well, normal for them.

“Can’t sleep?” Obi-Wan mumbled as a familiar weight settled on the edge of his bed.

Anakin’s sigh broke through the dark space, followed by the rustle of fabric as Obi-Wan’s blankets were pulled back. Anakin settled next to him, his body warm behind Obi-Wan as he let out another profoundly pitiful sigh. With a sigh of his own Obi-Wan rolled over and looked at Anakin through the gloom. He was staring up at the ceiling, his profile highlighted by the light from outside, cold blue and white washing out the bronze tones of his skin. His brows were furrowed, a deep look of concentration on his handsome features.

Prodding their bond, Obi-Wan was let inside. Anakin was nervous. Frustrated, too.

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin didn’t answer but instead rolled on to his side and surged in close. Immediately Obi-Wan swept Anakin up in a hug, giving him space to curl in close against his chest. Anakin nuzzled his neck, pressing into his pulse point as he gripped Obi-Wan tightly, holding on to him like he did when he was still small enough to fit in Obi-Wan’s embrace. Petting his curls, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and bled comfort and tranquillity through their bond, trying to sooth Anakin and coax away the intrusive thoughts that clouded his mind.

Time passed, the night sky grew darker still, and Obi-Wan drifted toward sleep before Anakin moved again. Raising his head, Obi-Wan felt Anakin’s breath along his face and opened his eyes to see Anakin peering down at him. Their bond shuddered then, a soft flutter that felt an awful lot like love, before Anakin pressed his lips against Obi-Wan’s.

For a moment he didn’t know what to do. Excitement surged with confusion as Anakin continued to push against Obi-Wan, his mouth unmoving, the pressure uneven, his breath stilted and tense. Anakin was kissing him - he was kissing him.

Badly, of course, but that didn’t matter.

It was hard to believe, really. But Obi-Wan believed in a lot of things that were unbelievable.

Cupping Anakin’s jaw Obi-Wan parted his lips and moved them gently against Anakin’s. Immediately Anakin relaxed, a soft moan slipping past his lips as Obi-Wan deepened their embrace. He tasted of toothpaste and his lips were slightly chapped, his tongue uncoordinated and teeth sharp. The entire kiss was so mundane and yet so precious.

Obi-Wan knew then that the embarrassment and the humiliation Anakin had shown when he’d caught Obi-Wan in his ill-fated jockstrap wasn’t because of any shame he felt for seeing Obi-Wan; it was how it made him feel. Raw, hungry, desperate for the same things Obi-Wan craved from Anakin but knew that it wasn’t right - it wasn’t proper. Padawan and Master shouldn’t desire each other in the ways that they did.

And yet Anakin needed Obi-Wan in all the ways Obi-Wan needed him - filthy and profane, perverse and beautiful.

When they pulled away Anakin was breathing quickly, hot stutters of breath splashed across Obi-Wan’s spit slick lips, the sensation of it brilliant. Obi-Wan swallowed down his own excitement and stroked Anakin’s cheek with his thumb, palm pressed against his jaw, fingers curled to keep him locked in close lest he decide to bolt.

But then Anakin smiled, soft and sweet in the dark of the room, and all of Obi-Wan’s fears were swept away.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to do that,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“You could have just told me.”

“Tell you my feelings? I’d rather go through a robust and elaborate plan of action than admit to you that I’m rather fond of you. Quite a lot, actually.”

“Will you tell me now?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side and tightened his grip on Anakin’s jaw. “How about I just show you?”

Anakin laughed, sweet and soft, and caught Obi-Wan in another kiss.

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

[ddejavvu]

ok but mei how do you feel about dbf!obi wan

bc honestly if he was my dad’s best friend sheeeesh, i would be so bad about purposely touching him or bumping him or making any contact

this post is 18+, minors dni.

okay yk i have to put this into sw context and do master + padawan dynamics BUT because masters and their padawans typically spend a lot of their time together when their padawan is underage i don't really like the concept of a master being with their own padawan, even though they'd be of legal age when the relationship takes place. it's just not my thing. that being said, if i were a 20+ year old padawan in the jedi temple and (not-my-)master kenobi strolled by, i'd be on my fucking knees.

i truly do think obi-wan is the crush of the temple. all the padawans gather together for sleepovers with their friends and the topic of crushes comes up and they giggle and squeal and freak over the way master kenobi's growing a beard!!! or did you see the way master kenobi brushed his hair back today <3333 everyone in sw just seems to be absolutely obsessed with the guy and i can't blame them.

anyways, on to the meat of the ask.

dbf!obi-wan in sw context -> your master's friend. i won't lock in a master for you even though i def have my own preferences, but basically whoever's apprentice you are, it's someone who most likely grew up with obi-wan and was friends with him for a while. it means you've had him over for dinner a thousand times, and he can be found chatting with your master when you return from your afternoon classes. you're pretty sure they've spiked their tea, but you will never get a straight answer from either of them even though you yourself are old enough to drink.

he's always very kind and warm with you, always takes the time to ask about your studies and your saberwork and congratulate you on whatever gleaming reputations you've acquired.

if your master ever has to take a solo mission, you'll be welcome to stay at the kenobi-skywalker residence. you're more than old enough to stay alone, or in the dorms, but you're rarely strong enough to refuse the offer of sleeping on obi-wan's couch.

you... might manipulate the situation a little. you might play up your struggles with your coursework, putting an emphasis on how terribly you're doing with a class that you know obi-wan excels at the contents of. instantly you're offered a tutor, or a sparring partner if you choose to bemoan your simply awful saberwork. purposefully letting obi-wan corner you and knock you to the mat and stand above you sweaty and panting is not what you should be doing, but you do not have the restraint to stop yourself.

anytime anakin is feeling a little understimulated at the temple and needs to run wild through the streets of coruscant obi-wan will invite you to come with, if only to have someone to stroll leisurely along beside while anakin is bouncing off the walls and diving into dumpsters to see if he can scavenge a part for a droid he's working on. you're friends with anakin, sure, but his master's company is exhilarating. you're also partial to letting anakin pilot any speeders the three of you take together, and cowering in the back with obi-wan about how fast and recklessly anakin is driving. once or twice you've even grabbed his hand when anakin has taken a sharp turn, or drops down a few lanes just to fuck with the two of you, and he's let you squeeze as hard as you want while he uses his other hand to rub comforting circles into your back.

if he sees you in the halls he'll pull you aside for conversation, or he'll share your table in the archives if you're both reading something, or he'll seat himself next to you in the refectory if he sees you're dining alone. sometimes, if you're with your friends, he'll catch your eye and smile at you from across the refectory as he sits down somewhere so as not to 'dull the potential for fun' as you sit with your friends

overall, your crush on him is probably some sort of do-i-love-this-man-or-is-he-just-nice-to-me sheltered-childhood sort of thing, but that doesn't mean the feelings aren't real.

--

best friend's dad as a bonus because i think abt it a lot: becoming partners with anakin through a project for one of your classes, and you head to his quarters to do it, and... and his master is there, and he smiles at you and offers you tea, and you're sitting there trying not to blush because dammit you're a grown adult and you're perfectly capable of being civil and normal around people you find attractive; you've been raised and trained to be a jedi knight, you will not let yourself get wrapped up and distracted with a crush.

anakin's a nice dude though, funny in his own weird way, so you end up hanging out more. everyone kind of thinks you're smitten with him, and you can understand why he's the heartthrob of his own generation, but you're looking over his shoulder at his master <333

i can't tell if i think anakin would know or not. i think that he's very gifted with the force but i'm not sure if i think his specialty would be perception. if you did happen to be a bit too obvious anakin won't ever shut up about it, but he will spare you from teasing in front of his master. behind closed doors though, he's ping-ponging between calling you gross for liking a man over a decade older than you; for liking his master, and telling you he'll have to fake some terrible injury to get you and obi-wan alone in the secluded waiting rooms of the halls of healing sometime soon.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The Subtleties of the Force

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight. This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTC Fem reader, I hope you enjoy.

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The convention hall was packed with people and you had somehow gotten separated from your group of friends. Well you say friends but really they were work colleagues and you were sure they had only invited you to make up the numbers for the cheap tickets. You didn't really care, you'd wanted to get to the convention, especially as some of your favourite actors would be there and this seemed like the only way. Figuring they'd ditched you on purpose you decided you'd make the most of the day and just meet them at the bus that evening. That was how you had found yourself wondering the rooms one by one. In a corridor lined with blue carpets and yellow walls you saw a plaque. Starwars merchandise. Awesome you thought, exactly what you had come here for. Moving closer you wondered why no one else was there but decided it simply put out of place and other people hadn't found it yet. The door handle is hot when you take hold of it. A rush of wind hits you as you enter the darkened room. This wasn't right. The plaque must have been put there by mistake; there was nothing here. You feel around with your hands when you see a small line of light appear around your feet. Like water rippling away from your steps. Then a voice calls to you, not to you but it's calling out and you recognise it. Maybe it's one of your coworkers and you rush forward searching for anything. The only light was around your feet until you saw it. Like a screen on a wall you saw you see a flash of a tunic and a blue light spinning. Keeping your breath as quiet as possible you step forward watching as Obi-Wan Kenobi trains Anakin Skywalker. You worry that you've stumbled on a secret screening. Without thinking about what you were doing you reach your hand close to the scene and whisper Anakin's name. Both men turn to you. Their eyes locked on yours. 

"What on earth is that?" The older Jedi asks. Your heart starts to race. 

"Hello there?" He speaks with a cautious smile. 

"Hello." You whisper still not sure if they were speaking to you. 

"Perhaps you should come down off the ceiling?" Anakin said, stepping forward and reaching toward you. His master taps his shoulder, keeping him from approaching. 

"We should practise some restrain here, my Padawan." 

"But look at her master, she needs our help." Anakin steps past his master and reaches up to you. His hand comes so close to you. You are sure you can smell the sweet air of the training room. Panic sets in and you turn on your heel running away. Surely the door was this way. Another screen appears and you see the two men once more, they are on a frozen planet. They see you again, and once more they call to you. You run. 

It happened again screen, Jedi, panic running four more times it happens until you turn blindly, your heartbeat thumping in your throat and you trip. Falling forward into a body. The darkness is gone, replaced by a stark brightness. You feel a hard object below you and hear the 'oof' as hands take hold of your shoulders. 

"You're here?" The voice says, pulling your attention back to what was happening. Looking up you see you had crashed directly into Anakin Skywalker. 

"Master! She is here." He called out and Obi-Wan ran onto the balcony. 

"It's been a year, and you're finally here. Actually here." The padawan continues. 

"What? Where am I?" You ask pushing away from him and looking for a way out. 

"Stop. Please stop." 

You can't help but comply to the masters voice. You'd spent your whole life listening to it. You stand still, your back to them. 

"I don't know what's happening." You say quietly. 

"Shall we start with your name?" Obi-Wan asked. 

"Y/n" you say, turning toward them. No, no, looking at them is worse somehow, but you don't turn away. 

"I'm Obi-Wan-"

"Kenobi, I know and you're Anakin Skywalker." You interrupt him. 

"Why can't I read you?" Anakin rushes the words out. You shake your head. 

"You're right Anakin, you aren't giving off any signs of Force." 

"This is a joke right? Are you being paid to do this? A TV show?" You ask, backing yourself against the wall. 

"We're Jedi, we do not get paid to do anything." Anakin says. 

"Perhaps we should take you to the council, they may understand what is happening better than us." Obi-Wan says. 

"You're not on the council yet?" You ask, looking at the red haired man. 

"You are a strange one. Will you come with us?" He points to the door and you nod. The master walks forward taking the lead and Anakin falls in behind you. To your surprise you emerge into a large hallway, the floor is silky smooth and the walls made of brown pillars. This was much more than a joke. 

"Is this all real?" You ask, more to yourself than to the two men. 

"Well we think so." Obi-Wan laughs. 

You feel like a prisoner as they walk on either side of you. Wishing you could run and hide, though you knew they would know this building better than you and if they really are Jedi they'd catch you instantly. 

The doors to the council room loomed over you as you waited, your heartbeat began to race again and your chest started to tighten. The palms of your hands felt clammy. You knew this feeling, you'd had it plenty of times before. This was the start of a panic attack. 

"I don't, I don't want to go in there." You say, though your voice is hardly more than a whisper. Both men hear you and turn to you. 

"Y/n, are you okay?" Obi-Wan asks, resting a hand on your shoulder. The touch shocks your body and you turn, running before your mind catches up with what you are doing. You run as fast as your legs can take you, turning a corner and flopping into a darkened corner. You faigley hear Obi-Wan tell Anakin to check a different way to him and pull your knees up closer to your body, trying to hide yourself. 

You feel him in front of you first, his presence is heavy, but it lightens your chest. 

"Hey, y/n. You're fast, faster than us." He laughs, crouching down to your height. You slowly look up to him. 

"How, you have the force run?" You ask. 

"Force run." He breaths out, through your panicked mind his voice is familiar and it soothes you. 

"I know this place can be scary, I came here when I was nine. The council were pretty harsh but they mean well." He is trying to comfort you. 

"I know, I know what they said to you, but I'm not you Anakin, I'm not the chosen one or even a Jedi I'm just me. I'm not even from this place." You ramble 

"This place, you mean this planet? Where are you from, how do you know what they said to me?" Anakin asked. 

"I, where I'm from you're…all of this is a story, just a story. It's not real." You speak through your panting breath. 

"Not real? I'm as real as you can get." Anakin took your hand bringing it up to his chest. 

"You see? That my heartbeat, I'm real, you can feel that." 

God, why was he being so nice to you when he doesn't know you? 

"This is a bit much." You say finally meeting his blue eyes. 

"I have an idea, maybe they'll let you speak to just one of them, to start with. In light of…well. We can ask." You nod and allow Anakin to pull you up to your feet. You finally take the time to look at him, his hair is cut short with a braid hanging down behind his right ear. The hand that is holding yours is flesh. You check the other, both flesh. So this is before the fight with Dooku. 

"That is a good idea, my Padawan. I shall speak to them, you stay with our new friend here." Obi-Wan spoke walking up behind Anakin. Once more you fall between the two men and your breathing slows to somewhat normal. 

The doors to the council room are still intimidating but having Anakin standing beside you as Obi-Wan slips inside makes you feel less apprehensive. 

A few moments pass before the older man peeks his head back through the doors. 

"Master Yoda and Windu are waiting for you." He announces. Master Yoda would be easy to speak to but Windu. You had seen how he treated Anakin in the movies and it made you nervous. 

"Come in." Anakin puts his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room. The scene before looked exactly how it was in the movie, a circle of red chairs surrounded by windows. Obi-Wan stepped to the middle of the room, with you and Anakin following him. 

"Begin, we shall, at the start Master Kenobi." Yoda said, part of you wanted to giggle hearing him actually speak and not be CGI or a puppet. 

"Around a year ago, Anakin and I were training on the south Balcony, we saw y/n looking back at us, through a window of sorts. She was gone too quickly for us to get any information. We have seen her again several times and each time y/n appeared surrounded by darkness, as if she was somewhere between her world and ours. This morning y/n literally fell out of the sky and onto my Padawan." Obi explained, simply. 

Yoda nodded along, but Mace narrowed his eyes on you. 

"The world between worlds." Yoda spoke once more, turning to his companion. 

"It has been centuries since anyone has crossed through it. Where are you from, y/n?" His dark eyes bore into you as you gulp. 

"A planet called Earth, or um Terraferma." You recall the name from a science class. "It isn't in your galaxy." You say sheepishly. Mace smiles and laughs, a sound you have never heard in the movies. 

"I have heard of it. In old stories the training droids tell. If you don't mind I'd like to take a blood sample, to determine if you are carrying any foreign -" 

"Midichlorians right? You want to see if I have any?" You blurt out. The Jedi Master looks impressed and nods. He stands and takes your hand clipping your finger and drawing a drop of blood. You flinch, sucking on your finger as he sits back in his chair. 

"Now, tell us what do you know about us?" That was the question you were dreading. Drawing in a long breath you begin. 

"Well where I'm from, and to be honest I'm completely sure this isn't a very elaborate trick; this is all a story, well a movie, um I have seen what happens to you, to all of you for about sixty years. I don't want to tell you too much. I don't really know how time travel or inter galaxy travel works but I do know you don't tell people their futures." Both masters nod. 

"Tell us, more past information, you must." Yoda asked. 

"Yeah, umm, Mace, I mean Master Windu your lightsaber is purple, because you can draw from the darkside without succumbing to it. Errr, Anakin was found in Tatooine, as a slave l, Qui-gon wanted to train him, but he died at the hands of Darth Maul…" you could see the disbelief in their eyes, this wasn't enough…"this temple is built on a ancient Sith temple. To turn your sabre red you have to bleed the crystal. The first human Jedi temple is on Anch-To, the original books are there." 

"Okay, I've heard enough for now. Master Kenobi, please take y/n to the dormitories. We shall confirm with the council." Mace announced turning away from you and you follow Anakin and Obi out. 

"What else do you know?" Anakin asks, a hint of nerves in his voice. 

"Oh um, only what's in the movies and TV shows." You reply. As the three of you walk you feel a dizziness wobbling in your stomach. "I don't know-" a flash of the dark room stopped you. "What?" The convention and people talking, so much talking."I need to-" the temple walls. You reach out and find a grasp on Anakin's arm. "Wait I " the convention hall again. You can see your friends. Your mind spins and you feel yourself falling backward. Anakin tries to catch you, your arm slipping through his fingers and your back hits something hard. Not the floor, a body, a chest and you're lifted up into a pair of arms. You open your eyes enough to see that Obi-Wan is carrying you. The dizziness is making you feel sick so you press eyes shut tight and lean into his hard chest. The simple scent of clean clothes and skin became your concentration. 

"What is happening to her Master?" You hear Anakin ask from somewhere behind him. They rush you through the temple to the halls of healing. Where you were taken from Obi-Wan's arms and placed on a bed. As more scenes of your home flash in front of your eyes, mixed with parts of the Skywalker Saga. Nothing felt real until a hand slid into yours. Snapping open your eyes, you turn your head and see Anakin sitting beside you. Unsure if it was the healers around you or his touch you began to calm and fall to sleep. 

*********

You do not open your eyes, but your ears begin to focus on the voices around you. 

"Her count is almost as high as your own Anakin. This is very strange, but there is a story from a millenia ago about a young man coming to us through the world between worlds. Not of this galaxy but one far, far away and it seems further along in the timeline. He came and helped save thousands of people. I am concerned that our fears of a coming war are much more imminent than we previously thought." 

"Master Windu, what do we do?" You hear Obi-Wan ask. 

"The council believes y/n is somehow connected to the both of you. You have said you saw her several times in the last year, so we think it would be best if you begin training her, of sorts." 

"I already have a Padawan?" 

"Anakin appears to be nearing his trails. We have chosen to give y/n's training to both of you. Not as a Padawan but a member of your team." You can tell Mace still worries about you by the way his voice inflected between words. 

"Very well Master Windu. We shall do our best." 

"Be on alert, the senate will be convening here in one week. We may be needed." 

You listen as the door opens and closes, still waiting to open your eyes. 

"Do we really just go forward with this? Shouldn't we be trying to get her back into the world between worlds? Get her home?" Anakin asks. 

"In time, Anakin. We must do as we have been asked. These are trying times, y/n may be here to help us. She does appear to have some knowledge of our world." 

You open your eyes but say nothing, watching the two men standing on the other side of the room. One of the heelers approach you. She has a gentle, young face and her smile eases your mind. 

"Welcome back, miss y/n. My name is shamé." She helped you to sit up, the two men waiting eagerly to speak with you. 

"I heard it all. I don't know if training me will be any good, I'm pretty unfit and clumsy." You try to force a giggle. 

"Obi-Wan is a brilliant teacher, you'll learn quick." Anakin reassured you. Obi-Wan smiled at his padawan. It wasn't often they complimented each other, but it made him beam with pride. 

"And an excellent student to learn beside." He clapped Anakin's shoulder. The healer tells Obi-Wan that you are ready to be released from the healing halls so you follow the two men out. 

"What happened?" You asked them. 

"We aren't sure. It started to faze in and out, like a hologram struggling to contect. We could hear noises, I assume from your home planet." 

"Oh." Was all you could reply. 

"We heard ourselves as well, but it was-" Anakin trailed off. 

"I'm sorry," 

They both assure you it is fine and that strange things happen all the time. You know that to be true but did the force really work in such strange ways? 

When you all reached the dormitories Obi-Wan showed you to your own, pointing out that Anakin was across the hall and his own room was around the corner. They then agreed to meet you for lunch in around an hour as you slid inside your new room. It's not big but it isn't small. Enough room for a bed by the window, a sofa opposite a desk, kitchenette and off to one side a door that led to a bathroom. In one of the cupboards there was a pile of clothing you assumed every Jedi was given when they arrived. Something told you to change into some of it at least. Perhaps you'd forgo the full jedi get up. They were surprisingly comfortable on your tired skin. A small mirror gave you the opportunity to fix your hair into a much easier simple plate at the back of your head. How strange it was that you had spent eighteen years imagining yourself in this world and now you were in it. 

You'd nearly felt time pass you when there was a knock at your door. Figuring out how to open it was harder than you thought so you called through to the other side. 

"Um, how do I open the door?' 

A soft chuckle came back to you. 

"Press the green button" it slid open and Anakin was standing in front of you, the cheeky grin you'd fallen for on screen beaming down at you. 

"Is it time for lunch already?" You ask. 

"No, I just thought you might like someone to talk to, this place can be scary when you first get here, but if you want to be alone I can-" he turns slightly as if about to walk away. 

"No, I mean yes, come in." You step back allowing room for him to pass by. Anakin flops onto the sofa. 

"You found the clothes, I wasn't sure what sizes to get you but they seem to fit okay." He looks you up and down making you feel overly self conscious. 

"Oh, yeah they fit great, thank you." You say standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Anakin sucks on his teeth looking around. 

"Obi-Wan has been called for something by the council so we have some time just us. Can you tell me about your world?" He asked, scorching over on the grey sofa to give room for you to sit down. Nervously you perched on the edge and turned to him, still in awe of sitting beside him. It was strange because you knew there was an actor at home who looked exactly like this man, well not exactly. In your world he was older, this man was still young. 

"It's very different to here. There's no force there and people don't travel between planets it's just one planet. Well there are other planets but we haven't worked out the technology to travel between them yet." You can feel yourself beginning to ramble. 

"Wow, locked on one planet forever. I thought I'd live like that once." Anakin's eyes blinked away from you for a moment. 

"You're so much more than that child, Anakin." You say out of instinct. He smiles at you. 

"It's not a great planet at all really. I mean the planet is beautiful but the people are not. There are a lot of wars and crime." You explain. 

"I guess our worlds aren't that different." Anakin sighs. 

"Okay, your turn what has happened so far, for you? I need to know where I am in the timeline." You settle back in the chair as Anakin shifts to face you more. 

"Um, well I'm almost a Jedi now." He laughs. 

"Have you seen Padme again?" You ask. 

"No, but I get to see her again?" He asks with a new excitement glinting in his eye. 

"Oh, err, yeah eventually. So no then. In that case I think this is all before the second movie starts so I don't know much. The action starts soon." A real laugh leaves your throat as you think of Anakin's catchphrase 'this is where the fun begins' 

"Wow okay." Anakin sits back, you can see the way his mind worked through what you told him. 

"I know you can't tell me what happens in the future, but do I ever become a master?" You can't help but feel sorry for him and his big blue eyes. 

"You become a powerful force user, one of the most powerful in history." You settle on a half truth. He seems pleased with the answer and jumps up to his feet, pulling you up with him. 

"Come on, it's lunch time." He drags you through the temple to the cafeteria, where a thousand eyes squared onto you. Anakin ignored everyone and passed up a tray, explaining what each meal was made of. Taking only one bowl of vegetable soup figuring it would be the safest bet. 

"I don't think I'm very welcome here." You whisper across the table. Anakin looked around for the first time, his scowl turning eyes away. 

"Ignore them. Most people here are blind anyway." He rolls his eyes. 

"Anakin, you shouldn't think like that, the Jedi are doing their best with what they know." You tap the back of his hand with your finger tips. For a moment his eyes glaze over as if a memory was taking hold of him until you pull your hand away. The padawan looks at you, concern written all over his face. 

"What did I do?" You ask, panic bubbling deep inside you once more. 

"No, I just…I haven't been able to read you this whole time but then I felt…you've been so alone." Are tears threatening his or your eyes? You couldn't be sure. 

"Oh." Was all you could say and you folded your hands into your lap. 

"Please don't be nervous, I understand how you're feeling now. You enjoy gardens, we have an amazing one here. Would you like to see it?" Anakin's eyes had widened, one eyebrow lifted higher than the other as he studied your face. 

"Yes please." You say quietly. 

Lunch discarded he guides you out of the catering hall through more corridors, the temple was a maze and you were sure you'd never be able to traverse it by yourself. The Jedi beside you however appeared to know it well and hardly had to think about the direction he took you. His hand hovered at the small of your back each time a corner or new direction was taken. 

"Here, we have some older Jedi who prefer to stay here and garden. Most of the plants are medicinal but they're still pleasant to look at." Anakin pushed open a heavy door, it was the only door that hadn't opened by itself. The smell hit you first, fresh and light. You'd expected the planet of curisont to smell more mechanical, yet in this garden it was hard to believe you were on a planet made entirely of metal buildings. 

"It's beautiful." You say looking around at the plants. They were planted in delicate patterns that you assumed helped with their cultivation. Several benches had been placed around the garden and Anakin sat in one, watching you take it all in. His eyes scanned your body, how each curve of your stomach and hips bent when you smelled a flower. You looked back at him when you heard a particularly large breath leave him, he was shifting his position and decidedly not looking at you.��

"Do you spend much time here?" You ask him, aware at that moment that you know nothing of his life between the first and second movies. 

"Oh, occasionally. It's a nice place to meditate. There are little distractions here." He answered with a smile. 

The door to the garden opened and Obi-Wan appeared, 

"I am sorry to interrupt, but we have to go, the council wishes to see us. All of us." His words make your stomach flip around

***********

Evening was beginning to set, you were in your dormitory looking out of the window after wrapping a short cloak around your body. There is a knock at your door and this time you are able to open it without help. Obi-Wan stood on the other side with a grin. 

"Hello there, I thought I'd stop in before we collect Anakin. We haven't had much time to speak candidly since your arrival." He grinned at you. 

You sit on the sofa expecting some lecture on your conduct, instead the older man leaned himself on the kitchenette counter. 

"Master Yoda has asked the librarians to search for any information about the world between worlds so we may be able to get you home. The thing is, I agree with Mace, I think you're here for a reason. There must be something you have to change here. Your knowledge of our world, it has to have meaning." Obi-Wan had moved toward you, crouching down with his hand on your knee. 

"I'm starting to think so too. I'm not sure if I want to go home, not yet anyway. There isn't much for me there." You reply with a sad smile. 

"I'm sure that cannot be true." 

"Honestly, I have no family left and my friends…they wouldn't miss me too much." You shrug. Obi-Wan eyes soften with sadness as his eyebrows knit together. 

"Surely that cannot be true. You have been with us but two days and I already will miss you greatly when you return home." He takes your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. Once again tears prick at the corner of your eyes. 

"Thank you for saying it." You return his gentle smile. A cough catches your attention and you both look to see Anakin in the open doorway. 

"Yes, time to go." Obi-Wan patted your knee as he stood and you followed them both to the transporter and then into an apartment building. There was a lot of security around the door, both from this planet and Naboo. It made much more sense then in the movie that appeared to have no soldiers around at all. Once they had verified you were all from the temple the three of you got into the elevator. Anakin adjusts his cloak awkwardly. Obi-Wan looks at him. 

"You seem a little on edge." 

Anakin's eyes briefly meet yours before he speaks. 

"Not at all." He rebuked. 

"I haven't felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks." Obi-Wan explained. 

Anakin scoffed. 

"You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you, remember?" 

"Oh…yes." You and Obi laughed, Anakin couldn't help but giggle a little. 

"You'll have to tell me about that one day." You say, smiling at them both. 

"It isn't in your movies?" Obi asked. You shook your head. 

"You're sweating, relax, take a deep breath." The master returned his attention to Anakin. The padawan's eyes flick to you once more.

"He hasn't seen Padme for ten years." You say. Anakin scrunches his eyebrows for a moment and he supposed yes, he was nervous to see Padme again but that wasn't exactly why he was sweating. 

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the entrance to the Grand apartment. Jarjar approached and you had to stifle your laugh. The CGI had always been a little dodgy but sending him in real life was amazing. You could finally see how his body truly fit amongst both water and earth and gosh was he tall.

"Obi? Obi! Mesa so smilen to seein yousa!" He excitedly greeted you all. 

"Good to see you again Jar Jar." Obi smiled. 

"Senator Padme, Mesa Palos here! Lookie, lookie, senator. Desa Jedi arriven." He leads all three of you into the main living area of the room. Padme turns away from a small balcony, her smile widening seeing her old friends. She and her head of security walk over to you. Obi bows then holds out his hand

"It's a great pleasure to see you again milady."

"It has been far too long Master Kenobi." Padme says sincerely, her eyes scan over his shoulder landing on Anakin. 

"Ani? My goodness you've grown!" She says. 

"So have you," Obi steps back so Anakin can step forward, "grown more beautiful I mean. Well, for a senator I mean." He looks back at you and internally kicks himself. Padme lets out a small laugh. 

Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine." She grinned and turned away. You felt the tension in Anakin's body. Obi-Wan introduced you and Padme greeted you, thanking you for coming. They all walked over to the sofa's and sat down. 

"Our presence here will be invisible, milady, I can assure you." Obi-Wan states. 

"I'm Captain Typho of her Majesty's security service. Queen Jamillia has been informed of your assignment. I am grateful you are here, Master Kenobi." The one eyed man explained from beside the sofas. "The situation is more dangerous than the senator will admit."

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me." 

Your mind starts run like crazy, you know exactly what is going to happen. 

"If I might?" You speak up looking at Obi-Wan, he nods, "the three of us will find who is doing this to you, milady. I have some ideas on how we might find them." You explain the plan to them, ensuring that Padme will use herself as bait in the bedroom. Though she doesn't fully understand, your situation is explained to her.

"I can only do so much, I think some things need to play out about the same but I can give information faster than normal. Mostly you are pleased that you were able to stop the small quarrel between Obi-Wan and Anakin that happens in the movie. Padme excuses herself to her bedroom, her handmaiden following her. Obi-Wan goes off to check the security and JarJar disappears to do his duties. You look at Anakin. 

"She was pleased to see you, sometimes it's hard to recognise someone when you've had a picture of them in your mind for so long. She is very pretty, more than I thought she would be." You say to him. 

"I suppose. I want her to like me, more than she does anyone else but I'm conflicted about it. It isn't the Jedi way, I know that, but what am I supposed to do? You know what happens" he is almost pleading with you. 

"You know I can't say, just trust your feelings about her." You know you need to make sure they get together. 

The evening drew on and soon enough as you had said there was an attack on the senator. Anakin slices the two worms in half and Obi-Wan leaps out of the window after the bot. You stay with Padme, knowing this would at least play out correctly. You could give Obi-Wan more information when they came back. 

"Will you sit with me? I doubt I shall sleep for sometime." Padme asks. You nod and perch on the end of her bed. 

"Do you miss home?" She asked. 

"In a way. I miss my things, my apartment but not my job or the people really." You say looking down at the silk sheets. 

"You have no one?" Her question stung. 

"No, my parents are gone, dad left when I was baby and my mum died a few years ago. I had no siblings." You sigh. Padme's hand rests in yours. 

"I'm very sorry." You could tell she meant the words. 

"Thank you." You tell her about your mundane job and lack of real friends. How you had arrived here and many more things you hadn't yet spoken about to anyone here. 

"Well if you ever get bored of living in the temple you are more than welcome to stay with me." She giggled. Perhaps you could find friends in this world. Maybe you were here to stop her death. 

"It is odd, you have only arrived in our world mere days ago and I met you hours prior to this yet I feel like we have always known each other." Padme held your hand once more. 

"It is nice to feel like I belong somewhere." You admit. 

Neither of you are sure how long you had sat in that bedroom but Obi-Wan was walking back in, turning on lights. You blink up at them. The sun was beginning to rise outside. 

"We have a new plan, milady," Obi-Wan announced.

"Where is Ani?" Padme asked. 

"He is speaking with the chancellor. They will both be along shortly." 

"No!" You shot up off the bed, "he shouldn't, you should never allow him to. Oh no, this is and." You're pacing the room. 

"Y/n what is wrong? What do you know?" Obi-Wan reaches out to you, taking your shoulders. 

"Oh, um, I can't tell you, not yet, but you just have to be so careful about the chancellor, all of you should." Panic was rising up I. You again, your breath coming out in short shallow hits. 

"Calm, y/n. I believe you. We shall be cautious," he nods to Padme who agrees, "come we must prepare for travel." You nod slowly and follow him out. 

At the temple you are given a small suitcase of clothing and told to change into the top outfit. It's a simple burgundy dress, with black breeches below and a simple clock over the top. Once dressed you meet Obi-Wan back in the hall. 

"Obi-Wan, I need to shorten your investigation. The thing you got off the bounty hunter it's from a planet called Kamino. It won't show up in the archive charts but it is there, it was deleted. Go to the coordinates you have, it's a wet planet and it will be raining when you go. You're looking for a man called Jangi Fett, but Obi-Wan don't chase him. There isn't really any point. Just bring back the information about…what you find there. Tell Yoda, he will need them and then go to Geonosis. You'll understand why." 

He listens to every word you say before leading you down to the transport where Padme and Anakin are waiting. You watch as she bids goodbye to her handmaiden and the Typho. Anakin shifts behind as you Obi-Wan warns him to be mindful and make no choices without the council's knowledge. 

Once on the transport you turn to them, a tightness in your chest needing to break free. 

"Anakin, I know you've been having nightmares and as much as I want things to play out right between the two of you," you gesture between them, "we don't really have time. I have to save you from something. I think that's why I'm here, so we have to save your mother before it's too late." 

"Save her from what?" Padme asked. 

"She has been freed, married to a man called Lars but she was kidnapped by Tusken raiders. If we go now we can save her from dying." You say the words through a shaky breath. A tear drops down Anakin's face. 

"Then we will go now." Padme announces. "On the plus side, no one would expect me to be on Tatooine." She reaches across and holds Anakin's hand. 

The three of you manage to find a small ship that Anakin pilots to the sand planet of his birthplace. You were unprepared for the heat. 

"Do you know where she is?" Anakin asks. You shake your head. 

"No, the movie doesn't tell us exactly, but Anakin, trust your feelings. Reach out to her and you will find her." He nods to you. Closing his eyes Anakin pictures his mother's face in his mind. A swish of waves washes over his ears as he searches through the force for her. A small smile picks at the corner of his mouth. 

"I know where she is." He flicks a few buttons in the ship and it moves quickly across the sand dunes. You watch in awe, not fully ready to truly believe you are here on the most important planet in this universe. Anakin settles the ship down behind a dune, knowing the Tuskens would be resting at the time of day and he tells Padme and you to stay on the ship. With the vale of darkness beginning to fall he creeps into the hut holding his mother. She is tied to a post but relatively unharmed. Anakin cuts her ties and she looks up into his eyes.

“Ani? My Ani. You have come for me?” she asks. 

“Yes mother, come on we do not have much time.” He helps her to stand and leads her out the tear in the tent and back to the ship. The woman smiles seeing Padme on the ship and they introduce you to her. 

“She’s the reason we found you.” Anakin glowed with happiness, for him it was a perfect moment. Flying a ship, carrying the three most important women in his life. Returning safely to the farm amongst the sand dunes, Shmi insists you all stay for dinner. Anakin beams when she places a plate of food in front of him, her hand pausing on his shoulder for a moment. It was the happiest you had ever seen him. Though you’d love to stay in this place, you know Padme must return to Naboo with Anakin for events to unfold. For their love to grow. Saying good bye to his mother seemed harder this time, but he was glad he got the opportunity to see her once more.

“My grownup son, so handsome.” she brushed her hand down his jaw and Anakin pressed a kiss to her palm. “I am so proud of you.”

“I love you, mum.” He whispered. Shmi turned to you. 

“Stay safe, Shmi.” You whisper to her, “They may still try to use you against him.” She nods in understanding and you walk onto the ship, giving one last look at the twin moons.

The journey to Naboo would not be a long one but you had fallen asleep nonetheless. Padme sat in the seat beside Anakin.

“Y/n is a special person. I am glad she found herself here.” she said, glancing back at you.

“Yeah, it's utterly ridiculous but it feels right, her being here.” He agrees.

“It does, though I fear what it is she is here to stop. Our futures must be dark for the Force to bring us someone like her.” Padme admits.

“It’s okay, nothing will harm us whilst we have R2 with us.” He laughs.

“Well, it is a good thing that we saved your mother. Perhaps that was the pinnacle moment and everything is safe now.” 

“Perhaps, but then she would have to leave, I love having her here.”

“Are Jedi allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi?” Padme turned her chair toward him.

“No, we’re encouraged to love, possession and  attachment are forbidden; unconditional love, compassion are essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say we are encouraged to love.” He smiled.

“You’ve changed so much.” Padme grins. 

“You haven’t changed a bit. You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams.” Their eyes meet for a moment, before Anakin looks away. Padme reaches out, taking his hand and pulling him around to look at her. Your eyes flutter open but on seeing the scene before you, you stay still, perfectly unmoving. Padme leans forward a small amount, her lips falling open to let out the shaky breath she was holding. You see Anakin visibly swallow, their eyes locked onto each others, when it stops. The moment stops entirely with both of them turning away from each other at the same time. “Shit” You whisper to yourself, adjusting your position and alerting them to your presence once more.

“Good morning sunshine.” Anakin, turned to you, “Just in time.! The ship dropped out of hyperspeed and you saw the lush green planet of Naboo rise in front of you. 

“It’s beautiful.” You say out loud. 

“It truly is.” Padme agreed. 

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After meeting with Padme’s family and the Queen it was decided that you would all travel to the lake country, to Padme’s holiday home and spend your time there. You were thankful that things were moving in the right direction again and you had managed to save Shmi. you hoped this would calm Anakin’s anger and keep him on a better path for longer. Perhaps it would give you time to figure out your next moves. Once shown to your room, a maid appeared at your door.

“Miss, Senator Padme requested these outfits be brought to you. She believes they will help you to blend in.” the maid bows her head and leaves again. A rail of dresses had been parked against the wall. Looking through them you realised they were alternate versions of the outfits she had worn in the movies. Like a dream come true you laughed out loud and decided to change. The soft chiffon-like material flowed around you. Wearing backless dresses had never been your choice before, but this one made you feel amazing, important in a way. The green, purple and blue colours flowed perfectly together. You brushed out your hair and left it down, against your back before leaving your room to look around the mansion. The sun had begun to set over the lake and you watched as Anakin and Padme walked across the patio, leaning on the ornate wall.

“We would swim to that island every day. I loved the water, we used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us and try to guess the names of the birds singing.” 

“I don’t like sand, it is coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere. Not like here, here everything is soft, and smooth.” 

Wait, something was wrong. Anakin was still facing the water, not running his finger over her skin. You watch, frightened you had changed too much. With your breath held you watch as PAdme reaches out to him, her fingers touching his as she inched her body toward him. Anakin turned his head to her and she closed the gap between them. For a moment Anakin loses himself to the kiss, but he swiftly turns his head. 

“No, I shouldn’t have done that.” He pants. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispers and turns her head back to the water. Well it was different but at least they kissed right? Having seen enough and not knowing how the situation changed originally you step out of your hidden spot. 

“I’ve been looking for you two.” You call them, as they spin to face you. Anakin’s heart skips and he presses his lips together to keep himself controlled. Padme clapped her hands together before dancing over to you and taking you by the hand.

“You look beautiful in this dress y/n. I knew they would suit you.” She beamed, “doesn’t she look beautiful Anakin?” Padme encouraged him. Nodding quickly and steps closer to you.

“Yes, much…softer than the Jedi robes.” he breathes out. You feel the heat rise up in your cheeks.

“Thank you.” 

“I have to attend a meeting with the senate, I will be in the offices. Please make yourselves at home. I will be back for dinner.” Padme excuses herself, leaving you alone with Anakin once more.

“How long has it been since we left Obi-Wan?” You asked him as you walked through the gardens.

“A few days. Why?” Anakin seemed almost angry that you had brought up his master. 

“No reason, you two are the only people I know here really, I miss him. Don’t you?” You look away from the yellow rose you had been smelling and look at him.

“I suppose. This is my first assignment without him. He has been holding me back for so long.”

“No! Anakin no, I know it feels that way, sometimes our mentors see more of our faults than we would like, but I need you to trust me, Obi-Wan thinks so highly of you. You are more than a Padawan to him, you’re his brother, best friend and true family in this world.”

“I feel the same for him.” 

“I know you do. Anakin, please don’t think that anyone distrusts you, well only one person does but he’ll be swayed when we fix the future. Believe me.” you hold onto his bicep, “Obi-Wan is already recommending you for the trials. It will not long be long before you are knighted.” Your eyes beg him to believe you. The tenses muscles in his face soften, to a smile.

“I suppose, you know the future so I should believe you.” his eyes lock on yours, holding your gaze, tongue darting out to lick his lips and he leans in pressing his lips to yours. It’s as wonderful as you had always imagined and you felt yourself melting into his embrace until your mind sprung back to you. Leaping away from him you turned.

“No, you can’t do that. That isn’t right.” You almost sob.

“I’m sorry, I thought…” 

“No, you don’t understand. No matter how much I want that we can’t. You have to-” You sigh. “Anakin, this is important, you have to be with Padme, no matter what. You have to be, it’s important. I’m sorry. Will you promise me that you’ll be with her?” You ask, tears falling from your eyes. Anakin searches his mind, eyes darting left and right.

“I don’t understand, I don’t love her.” He too was crying.

“You do, well you need to. I can’t explain any more, I could ruin everything, just please, go to her, have dinner and be in love.” you force the words out. Anakin wants to argue with you but he can see there is no changing your mind.

“Because some things have to play out the same.” He repeated your words from days ago. 

“Promise me?” You whisper. 

“I promise.”

You want to reach out and take his hands, pull him to you in a hug but you know you cannot. Instead you turn and march out of the gardens back to your room. Throwing the dress haphazardly into your suitcase you pack your other things. Trying to quell the tears that keep falling. How could you have been so stupid to allow this? You should have been more mindful of yourself. no , there was no time to dwell on this, you had to leave and speak to Yoda, there were things that would need to change before the end of the coming war. As quietly as you could you run back to the dock and take a boat, rowing yourself across the lake, silently thanking your school for forcing sailing lessons on you all. 

On the other side you manage to find a member of the Naboo security and request transport back to Coruscant. They oblige you and soon you were once more in the air. Anakin would be told by R2 of your departure in the morning, though you were sure he must already know. Space felt colder than before as you sat alone, watching the speeding stars whoosh by you. A new weight bearing down on your shoulders. 

The transport drops out of hyperspace and halts all together. That was strange, that much you knew. Two guards came walking down the aisles, blasters in hand. They look at you.

“Sorry ma’am we need you to come with us.” You sigh at their words figuring Anakin must have sent them. You silently follow them to the front of the ship where a man in a helmet is waiting for you. No not a man, a mandalorian, the most famous mandalorian that has ever been in star wars, or well his father anyway.  Jengo Fett stood in front of you.

“No!” You try to back away but a blow to the back of your head knocks you out. 

In this state you wake, eyes adjusting to the new surroundings. People are gathering in front of you, all jostling to get to the front of something. You can hear a woman announcing something. 

“Haaaayydeeeen Christeeennssooonnn!” The crowd erupt into cheers the noise blasting through your ears. You find a path forward and somehow you reach the front barrier, as the actor walks across the stage. He is visibly taken back by the amount of love in the room, until his eyes fall on you. He pauses looking down, like he hadn’t been expecting to see you there.

“Y/N?” 

You look up at him, heart in your throat as he drops off the side of the stage and reaches out for you. Your own hand stretches out, “Anakin!” You call when there is a wave of power, like electricity coursing through your body and you turn to see a much darker room. You stumble back, your brain pounding against your skull. A man clad in a black suit and mask looms over his once Padawan. 

“No, Anakin!” You call out again and he turns to you. 

“Y/n? You’re here?” He begins to march toward you. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t left I never would have become this!” The robotic voice shorts at you and you cower away from him. “No Anakin, please. I don’t know what’s happening. Help me!” You plead with the villain of your nightmares. 

A red lightsaber ignites and you feel the heat of it come close to your face. 

Your eyes shoot open once more and you see the sabre, not Anakin’s but another Sith standing before you.

“Count Dooku.” You say under your breath. 

“So it is true, you do know things you should not.” He uses the force to lift your body into the air. Across the room you see Obi-wan suspended in a trap.

“Where are Anakin and Padme?” He asks.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry I left them.” you drop your eyes.

“You are going to tell me everything you know.” Dooku points his weapon at you.

“No I won’t.” You clench your jaw. The once Jedi master lifts his hand in your direction, curling his fingers. Pain covers your body as if your skeleton was attempting to burst through your skin. You fight against it, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you make a sound. He drops you. 

“Perhaps there is a better way to get you to talk.” He almost laughs when the bounty hunter steps into the room and whispers to him. 

“Wonderful. Take Master Kenobi to the pit.” 

You are unable to do anything as Jango drags Obi-Wan out of the room, his hands bound by 

Force quelling cuffs. The Count places a pair on you though you are sure you wouldn’t need them. Your body was still aching from the force he had used against you. Dooku crouches in front of you and you recall the stories of the actor who portrays him. If this version was even half the man Christopher Lee had been, you knew you were done for. 

“Perhaps seeing your friends die will motivate you.” he laughs once more and drags you along behind him. Forcing you to stand against the balcony wall. Your eyes find Obi-Wan being chained to a pillar. 

A door opens on the far side, allowing a carriage to pull out, and you notice Padme moving back from Anakin's body. Part of your heart breaks knowing that she has just confessed her love for him. You're helpless as they two are attached to pillars. Though you know how it will end and though some.good Jedi will die, you know you may be able to help in the next fight. 

Anakin looks up seeing you stood there and you see the confusion from your spot. 

"Do not worry, my Padawan, she has not deferred to the Count. He believes he can force her into telling him everything she knows. Have faith in her " 

"Is she hurt?" He asks. 

"She is well enough. Concentrate on yourself and our predicament if you will." Obi-Wan ordered his Padawan.

You do nothing but watch as the alien creatures are brought into the arena.

“Surely you do not want your friends to die?” Dooku asks you.

“If it is their fate then it will happen, I am not here to change it.” There is a lie but you hope you have covered it well enough. 

“When you were brought into me, something was happening to you. What was it?” He presses. 

“I was unconscious, you probably have a better idea than I do.” You spit out at him, the memories of what you had seen still playing through your mind. Was any of it real, or just some mind trick working against you? How could you know either way? You look back at the arena to see Padme scale the pillar and unlock the cuffs on her wrists. One of the creatures was climbing up after her. Anakin was using the chain still attached to his wrists to control one of the beasts. Though you knew help was on the way you still couldn’t stop the fear that bubbled inside you for their safety. Padme’s scream caught you off guard, so much worse in real life than on the screen. Blood splattered over the sand as her clothes and flesh tore. 

You watch as Padme leaps from the pillar landing on the beast behind Anakin, her hands coming down to hold his waist, Obi-Wan close behind them. That was when you noticed it, the way Padme held Obi-Wan’s leg as he climbed on behind her. It was always a rumour, a theory amongst some fans that they had an affair but could it be true, could this be the beginning of it? 

Dooku steps up beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder. One of the separatists growls out his disdain for the actions below them and tells Fett to finish off the Senator. 

“Patience, Viceroy, patience she will die.” Dooku grins, his eyes turning back to see the droids rolling into the arena. Your heart threatens to stop or burst out of you, until you feel it. A familiar presence behind you. The purple sabre alights and crosses Jango’s neck. You turn enough to see he and Dooku exchange words whilst still being able to see the arena where hundreds of Jedi appear. Some you had met before and some you had not. Dooku grabbed the collar of your robe and dragged you aside as battle droids appeared in the tunnel. Mace Windu had no time to help you as he began fighting them off. You catch a glimpse below as droids battled against the Jedi. Dooku stands to one side and watches it all unfold, his hand still holding you. As Jango flies off from behind you and into the fight you laugh. Dooku grips your shoulder tighter. 

“Say goodbye to your bodyguard, Count.” You snarl at him. Dooku l;eans forward seeing as MAce slices his sabre through the bounty hunter’s neck, removing his head from his body. The Helmet rolled across the floor. The Count lifted his hand and the droids all stopped firing standing to attention. This was it, Yoda would be here soon. 

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi order. Now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared.” 

You look down at them all. 

“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!” Mace shouted back to him. 

“Then I am sorry old friend.” The grip on your shoulder tightened once more as the heat of the Count’s sabre shot through your stomach. The Droids, each pointed their weapons at the Jedi once more as Anakin screamed up at you. Your legs began to buckle, falling back against Dooku. You see Yoda and the ships full of clones descend before Dooku drags you away from the balcony. Using the force to carry you he drapes your body over a speeder and, holding you against him as it rumbles into life and shoots away from the arena. You lose track of what is happening as he force carries you into a room with a large round holodeck. Slipping in and out of consciousness as he tells the separatists to leave the planet for the time being. Count Dooku stays behind. The ground rumbles as one of the star ships is brought down by the clones and you know a win is coming for the Jedi, but at what cost. 

“Try to remember.” You think to yourself. 

He has you on the speeder once more, flying through the battlefield. 

“It’s Dooku! He has y/n!” Anakin shouts. 

“Follow him, Anakin and I can handle this!” Obi-Wan calls to the pilot. Your breathing is beginning to slow. This can’t be how it ends? Surely you haven’t finished what you were sent here to do. 

A landing platform comes into view and he drops you to the ground beside the speeder. Dooku speaks with a droid for a moment. Behind you two pairs of footsteps come running in. 

“Y/n?” Anakin’s voice is laced with fear. You turn and look up at them. 

“Anakin, take him together!” You force every bit of authority you could muster into your voice and he nods to you. The pair circle the Count and the fight begins. You aren’t aware of much that happens until you hear Obi-Wan smack down on the ground, crying out in pain. He is close to you and you can see the blood on his shoulder and leg.

“Anakin!” You call out as Dooku comes in with an attack. He beats down on Anakin’s lightsabre. Mustering every ounce of strength you have you put up your hand and feel Obi-Wan touch your leg. 

“Concentrate, feel it flow through you.” his words are a whisper in your mind and you push forward. Dooku’s body flings backwards, his sabre simply clipping Anakin’s chest. Behind him, your green saviour appeared. Anakin stumbled back to you, a hand clamped over the wound on his chest and he pulled you into his arms.

“Master?” 

“I’m alright Anakin.” Obi-Wan replies. Anakin holds you to him, resting his hand over your jaw. 

“I did it, I did what you asked me to do, but you cannot leave me, y/n. Please don’t.” his tears dripped onto your face. Could you tell him right now about force healing? Break all the continuity of the movies and fix everything? 

“I’ll be okay, Anakin.” Your words are forced and you don’t believe any of them. 

“Ani!” Padme comes running in, dropping beside you. Obi-Wan pulls himself into a sitting position and you try to wriggle out of Anakin’s grasp. Realising what you are trying to do the young Jedi reluctantly passes you his Master, his bottom lip quivering. Padme instantly pulls him into her and they all begin their movements away from the scene. Dooku having retreated and sped away moments before. 

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It is days before you awake again, you are in the healing halls of the Jedi temple on Coruscant. There is a hand beside yours, one finger resting above your own, you look over at who it belongs to. Obi-Wan had fallen asleep in the chair beside your bed.  You had to admit in the low light of the room his face was still young and handsome. 

“Obi-Wan?” You say softly and he instantly opens his eyes. 

“You’re awake? Oh thank goodness. You had us all worried for a long time.” He leans forward, fully taking hold of your hand. 

“How long have I been out?” You ask. 

“Almost a week. The healers struggled to work on you. For some reason the force would not allow it. They had to use old ancient methods of healing instead of the Force.” Obi-Wan explained. 

“Are you okay, and Anakin?” 

“Yes, we are fine.” 

Your mind caught up with you. 

“Does Anakin still have both hands?” you rush out the question, cursing Obi to laugh. 

“Yes, little one he has both hands. I assume in the stories he does not.” 

“No, Dooku cuts off his right arm.” you admit. “I need to speak to Yoda and Mace.” You try to sit up, feeling the pain in your stomach again. “Whoh.” you pant for a moment. The wound was healed with only a scar left to show you had ever been impaled. 

“You still need to rest, y/n. There will be time.” Obi, tried to settle you back against the bed. 

“No, there isn’t. The Chancellor has control doesn’t he. I need to stop the war. I won’t let people die, I won’t let you and Anakin get hurt.” You push against him. 

“Little one, still yourself. We can get you to them, but slowly. Anakin is off-world taking his trials. I am safe here with you. Do not panic.” 

“You don’t understand, if I don’t stop this there will be all out war for years, and then Anakin..he is the chosen one Obi-Wan but he cannot become close to Palpatine.” You had started to cry again. Obi-Wan put his arms around you and hugged you close to him. 

“Anakin is the thing you fear isn’t he?” He asks you. All your resolve breaks and you cry into his chest. 

“You do not need to tell us anything. Except for when it is relevant. You and I will work to keep Anakin from becoming the evil you fear, but as you say, things must happen in the correct way or our world could fall apart.” He patted your back and rested his chin on your head. “When Anakin returns he is to be given a Padawan of his own. The council believes it will help to ground him. Do we allow it?” he asks you. 

“Yes Ahsoka will be wonderful for him, she grounds him very well.” You answer through your sobs. Pulling back from him and looking into his green eyes. “Obi-wan, we have to make sure that Anakin and Padme stay together. There will be children and they must be born. I cannot ruin history by taking them away.” 

Obi, screws up his face in thought. “It is not the Jedi way, but if you say it is needed, then we will do what we must.” 

You nod. 

A healer comes by a few moments later and agrees that you can leave the hospital, but you are to take it easy and do nothing strenuous. Obi-Wan agrees to train you in meditation until Anakin’s return from the trials. It is useful in keeping your emotions in check. It was three days until you saw Anakin again as he approached you, his smile widened and you noticed the lack of his braid. Beside him Mace Windu beamed with pride. 

“Master Kenobi, your training has been successful, Anakin passed the trials with a higher ability than we have ever seen. You should both be very proud of him.” It was strange for you to hear Windu speak so highly of Anakin and it made you feel warmth in your chest. A good warmth not the warmth Dooku caused you. Obi patted Anakin on the shoulder and congratulated him before wandering off with Mace. Anakin threw his arms around you and hugged you to him.

“It was wonderful, y/n, just as you said. Master Windu is treating me like a peer not a burden and I passed the trials. I couldn’t have done it without you.”  he spun you round and before you or he knew what he was doing he pressed his lips to yours. You push him back and turn away. 

“Anakin.” your hand flew to your mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..I just-” he cut himself off. 

“It’s okay, but you need to keep your promise.” you say keeping a distance between you both. 

“I did, she is in love with me. I did it.” he protested, you shake your head. 

“Oh Anakin, it is so much more than that. You have to stay with her. It’s imperative that you do. Please. You have to marry her.” 

“Marry her? y/n are you mad? I can't, I don't love her!” he took a step closer to you but you retreat by two. 

“You have to.” 

“Because of stupid stories told about us in your world. If you love the stories so badly why don’t you just go back to your world and listen to them instead of hurting us all?” his face had hardened as he spoke. 

“Anakin,” You hold up your hand in a pleading gesture and take another step back, your back hitting the wall. 

“No, why did you bother coming here if you’re going to force me into doing exactly what you were here to stop? How can you-” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, “I thought…you are just like everyone else. You don’t belong here, I should just-” 

Looking up at him, Anakin toward above you, his hot breath fanned over your face and you felt nothing but fear. Your mind was unable to see anything but the man who would kill so many. All your words caught in your throat. You could no longer hear his words and as he raised his hand you were unsure what he was doing but you flinched back dropping to the floor and covering your face as hot tears fell from your eyes. 

Anakin had softened and knelt down beside, taking hold of your shoulders but you could not hear his gentle tone, only the echoing of the mechanical breathing he would one day behold. You scream and push at him, knocking him backward. The commotion had allerted Obi-Wan and Mace back to you. Obi-Wan force pulled you to him, you clutched at his robes body shaking with sobs. 

“What happened?” Mace demanded. Anakin shook his head. 

“I don’t know.” Anakin answered before turning and running away. 

It took almost an hour for Obi to calm you enough for you to explain what had happened. The Jedi Master sat with you pressed to his chest, stroking your hair and shushing you. 

By the following day Anakin was standing in Naboo, beside Padme, declaring their love for each other by the lake. R2 and C3-PO behind them. Subtleties 

End of part one. 

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First Glance (First Part)

Anakin was wandering the halls of the Jedi Temple, looking for nothing in particular. His eyes scanned the marble and granite flooring, walls and ceiling. The mere patterns of the natural rocks brought a feeling of serenity to his soul.

Anakin was so caught up in admiring the natural beauty of the decorative suit of the Temple, that he did not notice you in front of him, also grazing the hallways at this late hour. "Oh, hello." You greet him softly, nearly running into him. His head snaps to you, his padawan braid jerking violently as his head turns to you. "What are you doing up?" He asks, his voice apprehensive. He didn't recognize you. "I'm a Padawan," You tell him, attempting to reassure his apprehensiveness. "Of who?" Anakin demands, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Mace Windu." You say simply, gazing at the young teenage boy with an air of interest and immense curiosity. At your words, he relaxes. "I'm Anakin Skywalker, padawan to Obi-Wan Kenobi." He smiles at you. "Oh? I'm Y\N." He nods, listening attentively to your words. "So, what are you doing out this late?" Anakin tilts his head, curiosity entering his tone. "I couldn't sleep." You gaze at him, trying to gauge him. He nods once more. "You?" He smiles. "I find myself coming back to these hallways to think." He begins walking down the halls again, beckoning you to follow. "About what?" You question, walking alongside him. He shrugs. "Anything. It's easy to get lost in my thoughts." You nod understandingly. "Do you come down here often?" He inquires, wanting to start a conversation as he walks.

"Yeah, whenever I can't sleep or need to think." You sigh. Anakin stops and turns to you, showing you the view of Coruscant through the windows. The sight takes your breath away, barely any speeders in the sky, the millions of stars in the sky, the few lights of people's houses. "Wow. You never really appreciate something until you see it up close." Anakin stands next to you. "I'm actually from Tatooine." He analyzes you. "Oh, really?" You glare at him, curiosity pushing you to ask more, but also wanting to examine the city. "Yeah. I and my mom worked for a Toydarian. We were sold to him. But then Obi-Wan's master, Qui-Gon came, and he freed me."

You process this information as Anakin focuses on the lights and midnight beauty of Coruscant. "What's it like being Master Windu's apprentice?" He queried. "I like to imagine it's normal. I mean, he's frank and always speaks his mind. Believing there is room for improvement at every turn." Anakin smiles. "Obi-Wan is overly critical, I don't think he realizes I'm actually ahead of him in many ways." You gazed at him, a slight smile on your face. "I think all masters are like that at times." A fond smile spreads across your lips. "It always frustrating when they focus more on your flaws rather than your perfections." Anakin gazes at you, his eyes understanding and clearly knowing what you mean through experience.

"It's upsetting." He chuckles. You nod, snickering. "It sure is. But, how would we learn otherwise?" Anakin sighs. "Yeah. I guess it is going to be how I teach my padawan, and it makes sense, but it's frustrating." Looking down, Anakin fiddles with his fingers, seemingly sucked into thought. "Well, I'm going to turn in. Nice meeting you, Anakin." You smile at him before walking back to your quarters. Anakin watches you go, feeling a sense of friendship between you both now. And with that, he's content. A new friend.

On your way into your room and settling yourself in to sleep, you grin at the notion of knowing you got to meet someone today. Someone both unusual and quirky, but unique from the boringness of just being a padawan. Satisfied with that, you close your eyes.

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Water and Rock

Chapter 1

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: (None in the first chapter, but more to come) explicit content, drug use, dubcon, character deaths, slow burn

Description: There are only so many excuses a master and padawan can make to kiss under "extenuating circumstances" before circumstances stop arising and start being created. You are an expert at your craft - a Jedi knight in service as a spy for the Republic. When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

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A second explosion rocks the port side of the ship, and you can barely hear your own muffled voice over the ringing in your ears.

"They've disabled our hyperdrive."

General Kenobi's face is grim. "Not good."

Your legs are struggling to keep you upright as you stumble against the bucking of the dying ship.

"Any suggestions, Commander?" he asks, a note of detachment in his voice that you wish you could mirror while plummeting to certain death.

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"Now would be the time to share any skills you've acquired on your solo missions."

You bite back a sarcastic comment about espionage missions rarely ending in dogfights. "Sir, if you're able to clear the atmosphere, we might still lose them in the asteroid field. If you can keep us from getting shot down for the next few minutes, I think I can manage the changes needed in the power converters to get the hyperdrive back online."

He considers this, then nods. "Fine. Do it. Divert as much power as you can without shorting the main systems."

He takes his place back at the helm and you slide a few feet to the back of the ship, dropping to the floor and immediately getting to work on the wiring. Another glancing blow hits the ship, and the tool you've grabbed skitters across the floor.

"I would love to recommend that you stay low until you reach the city limits, in case they have any qualms about shooting their own people and decide to use less firepower... but you're in command of this mission and I don't give the orders," you say, as if talking to yourself.

You snatch the tool back up and send a quick look to the captain's chair where Obi Wan is giving you a mildly unimpressed look. But he adjusts his controls, lowering the trajectory.

Too late. Another blast, and the ship is now shaking violently.

"All main engines are down on the port side." You flip through diagnostic screens, reading them aloud as Obi Wan struggles to keep the controls steady. "Remaining engines operating at only sixty percent. No, fourty... we're not going to make it."

All hope drains from your face while Obi Wan pulls up a map on the main console, adjusting coordinates. "Even if we manage to survive, our location has been compromised and our cover blown. I see only one option at the moment."

He zooms in, highlighting a nearby moon, Keoth. "We can try for a landing, and hope they believe we've died in the crash."

You take yet another hit, and this time you're knocked to the floor. You give a desperate smile. "They certainly aren't giving us many other options."

You stand back up and manage to strap yourself into the copilot's seat just in time for the power to begin failing. The ship begins its death spiral toward the moon below, its surface filling the viewport much too quickly for your stomach to handle. You give yourself over to the force, your master's piloting, and whatever luck has brought you this far.

Wordlessly, you plummet to the ground, reminding yourself not to give in to fear as the belly of the ship scrapes first against the trees, then against the rocky terrain. When the skidding finally stops and you haven't burst into a fireball, you silently thank the force as both of you remain in your seats for a moment, catching your breath.

"Let's hope the Black Sun didn't see where we went down," you say, finally unstrapping your belt once your legs are steady enough to stand up.

Obi wan stands as well. "I suppose we'll know soon enough."

His comment is enough to silence both of you again, and you listen in anticipation of more blasting. When nothing immediately happens, Obi Wan makes his way to the back of the ship and opens the cargo bay door. It creaks, straining against broken hinges, and slowly reveals the dense jungle outside. You step out, inspecting the damage to the ship. It's catastrophic.

"Black Sun or not, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon. It appears we'll need to send a status report to Coruscant and wait for rescue," he says, heading back into the ship to access the comm panel.

You step forward to follow him and wince, touching your head. Your hand comes away with blood, which must have been trickling down your forehead. He stops on the cargo ramp, placing a hand to the back of your head, steadying you for inspection.

"Hold still."

He turns your head this way and that, and steps back, walking into the ship to get a medpac. He takes one out of storage and makes his way back to you. "I am no medic, but that needs attention."

You wave a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I must have hit it when I was working on the power converters. I'm more concerned about the ship's condition than a bump on the head."

He ignores your protest and starts to unpack a gauze pad, leaning toward you. Instead of letting him finish, you take the pad from his hand and press it in place, holding it there. You give him an appreciative look, which is enough to end the conversation. He turns his attention back to the comm panel. After a moment, he sighs.

"The normal communications systems are too damaged and the long-range communicator can't get a signal. We're cut off."

You close your eyes, trying to accept this new turn of events and find a way to move forward. You open them again and stare out of the cargo bay for a long time, thinking. Finally, you speak.

"If we can boost the signal of the long range communicator, we might be able to get a message back to one of my contacts on Oba Diah," you point, and his gaze follows your hand to the top of a mountain. "We just need to find higher ground."

"It's a possibility." Obi Wan considers it further, then gives a small shake of his head. "Probably our only possibility at present. We'll need supplies."

The both of you get started packing, eating and drinking as much as possible before leaving the rest of your supplies behind on the ship. With the pressing heat of the jungle, you consider leaving your robes behind, but ultimately pack them for extra bedding.

You shed the rest of your layers and leave on your tunic, arms bare. It doesn't do much to alleviate the pressing heat, but at least the fabric is light. Meanwhile, Obi Wan somehow decides to leave his outfit unchanged, removing only the most outer layer. It seems unbearable, but then, he's always been one of those jedi who choose to wear the most uncomfortable clothing. He told you once it was a constant exercise in learning to ignore the distraction of discomfort. You simply thought of it as unnecessary suffering.

"If I remember correctly, this moon has a 9-hour rotation. Looks like we have about 3 hours of daylight left," you say, pulling your bag over your shoulders.

Obi Wan follows you as you enter the jungle, stepping over vines. "We should make the most of it, then. Be wary. We don't know what kind of wildlife we may find."

"Actually, I've read the wildlife on Keoth is non-aggressive. So long as we don't provoke anything, I imagine we'll be fine."

"You keep your studies sharp, as always."

There's an unfinished lilt to his voice at the end of his sentence, where years ago, the words 'my padawan' may have fit.

When the jedi council had been deciding where to place you as a youngling, you hadn't made the choice easy for them. You didn't have any decipherable talents. At least, not at first. You weren't skilled with a blade, nor with hand-to-hand combat, and you weren't a particularly quick study at meditation. You weren't *bad* at any of those things, just not as adept as your peers. Nothing about you stood out, so finding a master with whom to place you became an ongoing task.

At first, you were sent to spend time at the healing houses. Often if a youngling wasn't predisposed to combat, their healing abilities soon revealed themselves. After months of training, not even the faintest sign of a healing ability made itself known. After that followed new master after new master. You learned from all of them, picked up skills from each of them, but none had been able to bring out your true strength. Your only consistent abilities seemed to lie in making rash decisions and engaging in reckless behavior. And as you neared the age for knighthood, it was becoming more of a liability to the order with each passing day

Thankfully, the council decided to counteract your behavior with a jedi who was the embodiment of forethought and decorum: Master Kenobi. You thought of your new assignment as a punishment at first, being placed with one of the strictest masters in the order, but with time and patience, he had shown you how to connect with the force like no one ever had.

It was through his guidance that you had discovered your unique talent for mind tricks. Most jedi could control one person with a weak will. You, on the other hand... you could control whole rooms of people with nothing but a suggestion. You could influence the minds of those with stronger wills and higher intelligence. You could disappear into a crowd by hopping from one consciousness to another almost effortlessly. It was a very rare gift, and it made you the perfect Republic spy.

It also meant that your tutelage under Master Kenobi was short-lived. Once your exceptional talent was revealed and honed, you were soon urged by the council to take the trials. A part of you always wondered if the need for your specific skillset in the war effort had driven you to take the trials before you were ready. Nevertheless, you passed. You struggled terribly, but you passed. And you were soon inundated with intelligence missions. Many jedi worked in partnership with one another, but on your assignments, a partner was often a liability. Instead, over the years, you formed a network of contacts in some of the seediest places throughout the galaxy. It was crucial work leading to vital information, but it was also isolating.

So, when you were given an assignment on Oba Diah with your former master, it was welcome news. Your mission had been to spread a rumor within the Pyke Syndicate that someone was selling a rare jedi holocron on the black market, in order to draw the attention of Lord Tyranus. When Tyranus arrived on Oba Diah to investigate, an attack would be launched in an effort to capture him. But the jedi council hadn't been aware of how deeply in league with the Black Sun Clan the Pyke had become, and weren't aware of their full numbers, or their access to information. Your deception had been revealed, and as a result, you're now staring up at the peak of a mountain that's miles away, while trudging through hot, sticky jungle air.

You've been walking for hours at this point, hardly able to see in the dimming light, and you ignite your lightsaber for the dual purpose of lighting your way and cutting a few branches out of your path. "It's nearly dark. Maybe we should make camp soon."

Obi Wan nods, although he keeps walking, and you keep following. "You're right. We'll make better time when we can see where we're going."

He finally stops in a small clearing, pulling out his water ration and taking a drink. You pause as well, using your lightsaber to slowly walk around the area and inspect. The trees aren't so dense in this area. Once you clear the brush off ground, it should make a reasonable-

You cut your inspection short, hearing a loud cracking sound in the darkness. You lock eyes with Obi Wan.

"Yes, I sense it as well," he says, lowering his voice. He ignites his lightsaber and you take your automatic positions, backs to one another, as you peer into the darkness of the jungle. Something is out there. You can feel it watching you.

A ravenous snarl suddenly erupts nearby, as a creature twice your size lunges out of the vegetation at Obi Wan. He deftly moves to the side, dodging its enormous claws. The beast's eyes glitter in the green reflection of your saber. Its teeth are so large it can't even seem to entirely close its mouth, drool dripping onto the ground below.

As the beast circles you, searching for a weak point to attack, you look over the matted hair covering its body, its raked-back ears and its short, stunted nose. You don’t recall this species in your study of this planet's moon. It roars and launches itself toward you again, and you slash upward, singeing one of the tufts on its ears. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hangs in the humid air, and the creature howls in pain, scrambling back toward both of you.

Obi Wan force pushes the beast backward, but it uses its legs like a springboard, ricocheting off a tree to snap its jaws at his neck. Again, he dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid its claws, which manage to catch his shoulder. Obi wan returns the stab by driving his lightsaber through the creature's arm, which finally causes it to relent, letting out a screech of pain.

It shuffles backward, then quickly disappears back into the jungle, leaving as suddenly as it had arrived. The two of you remain on alert, panting and glancing around the trees surrounding the clearing, now completely pitch black. After a few moments, it seems the creature has no plan to return, and Obi wan sighs.

"Non-aggressive, I believe, were your exact words?"

You grimace. "Perhaps the archive could use an update on Keoth."

He gives you a slight raise of his eyebrows, turning to say something else, but grits his teeth when he moves his arm. You shine your light toward his shoulder, seeing the blood seeping through his clothing.

"We should clean that," you tell him. Though your voice holds concern, it isn't the first time you've seen him injured. And because you've seen him injured plenty of times before, you're aware he'll ignore his injuries until you start to waste time over it. So you wait, patiently, unmoving.

He pulls his pack down from his shoulders and drops it to the ground. "We only have two medpacs. I'm not certain it's necessary."

He waits for your response, but you don't give him one, so at last, he searches his bag until he finds a medpac. When you see that he appears willing to listen to you in this instance and he begins to open a medpack, you drop your own pack to the ground and busy yourself with starting a fire.

You clear a small area of the ground and cut down some branches. Then you use the heat of your blade to burn some kindling you make by cutting off the bottom fringe of your tunic. Within a few minutes, the fire is crackling and you turn your attention back to Obi Wan, who has prepared the bacta spray and is pulling off his clothing.

He's... you swallow. Your eyes are drawn to his skin as it's revealed, and all at once it occurs to you that you've never seen your master without a shirt on. Even during late nights, you've seen him in his bedclothes, but never... never like this.

He's facing away from you, already having removed his belt and tunic, and he's quickly and unceremoniously pulling his dark brown undershirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. Despite trying to focus on the claw marks, you can't help but stare at his golden skin, the muscles of his back tapering down to his narrow waist. Then, all at once, your eyes fixate on the tattoo that graces his shoulder.

You can feel the synapses in your brain as they short circuit. You don't recognize the symbol, just a black marking of some kind which you've never seen before.

It's at this moment he seems to feel your gaze and turns around, holding the bacta spray. You tear your eyes up from his bare chest to look him in the eyes. He raises his arm, turning to the side. "Is it quite deep? I can't tell."

You blink, trying to steel yourself and focus on the task at hand. The injury doesn't seem serious, just a surface level puncture. You shake your head. "It's not that bad. You've had worse."

You try to force a smile but you imagine it comes off as nervous. Your eyes keep darting up to the tattoo as he displays himself for you.

"You look concerned, Commander. I assure you, I'm fine." He lowers his arm, giving you a strange look.

You stifle a cough, caught staring. "No, I know. I was just surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Yes, your... tattoo. I, uh, didn't know you had one."

A look of understanding passes over his face. "Oh, that. Yes."

He looks a little shy, but still as unreadable as always. "I had it done when I was much younger; a padawan. At the beginning of my time with Master Qui Gon."

You finally manage to regain control of your expression. "I see. I would never have suspected."

He dabs at his wound with a medical pad, then starts to spray it down. "You would probably be disappointed to learn that many jedi choose to mark themselves as a sign of their culture or for other reasons. In that way, I'm not as unique as I would sometimes like to believe."

You shake your head. "I'm aware. I just... wouldn't have expected it from you."

He smiles a little, then winces when he places a gauze pad onto his skin. "It was... a different time in my life."

The fire pops loudly beside you, the noise pulling you out of your trance. You sweep some more underbrush off the ground, throwing it into the nearby bushes while keeping your gaze firmly on your work. When the ground is clear enough, you lay out your bed roll and try to ignore him while he pulls his undershirt back over his body.

When your breathing finally returns to normal, you're able to turn your thoughts to something safe, like food. You pull a supply bar out of your bag, break it in half, and hand the other half to Obi Wan.

"Thank you," he says. Then he stares at you for a moment. His eyes narrow and he takes a step to close the distance between you, reaching his free hand out to nearly touch the side of your face.

Your breathing becomes shallow again. "General...?"

"You might do well with some of this spray, yourself. Your head isn't looking much better after all this walking."

You realize he's staring at your injury and your shoulders relax a little. "Oh. Yeah, thanks."

You take the spray as he offers it, then change the dressing as well. When you've finished, you climb, exhausted, for many reasons, into your makeshift bed and close your eyes.

You feel Obi Wan settling into his bed roll beside you. "I will take first watch. Rest well. It seems this journey may be more difficult than we had anticipated."

You stare up at the leaves above your head. Yes, you think. Yes, it may.

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[nolouvreart]

Your artwork is genuinely stunning. I can't stop staring at your young Obi-Wan pieces. Not sure if you're an Obikin fan but do you have any fanfic recs? I just found the ship after rewatching the prequels for the first time in years and would love to read some more.

Thank you!!🤍 And well… I rather enjoy it!! Even have this WIP but there too much to clean up💀

There are few fics that I read about them and that I actually enjoyed: “Second Chances” by Lorixjake, “Needing/Getting” by chapstickaddict and “Streets of Gold” by BarmaDumet

[ladyanidala]

Masterlist

Hello hello!

Welcome to my fledgling masterlist, the place where you'll find just about everything I have written over on AO3. Below, you'll find my works, request guidelines, and anything I think of after I publish this. Enjoy!

LadyAnidala

Ships

Reader Insert

Masterlist

Anidala

Masterlist

Obitine

Masterlist

Rexsoka

Masterlist

Sabezra

Masterlist

Kanera

Masterlist

Rebelcaptain

Masterlist

Merrical

Masterlist

Alternate Universes

(Eventually this section will be updated with individual chapters and more masterlists, but as of 5/7/2024, I can't be bothered)

We're Not Needed Here

General Obi-Wan Kenobi of the Grand Army of the Republic, Jedi General of the 212th Battalion, has had enough.

Series link is here.

Her Step Forward

In the galaxy far, far away that we know and love, Anakin Skywalker fell to the Dark Side, leaving destruction and death in his wake.

In another galaxy slightly closer, yet still far, far away, the wife of Anakin Skywalker took a step forward on Mustafar, not backward.

Series link is here.

Letting Go

Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi have kept Duchess Satine Kryze alive. The mission is complete, and they're heading back to Coruscant for a well deserved rest.

They never make it back.

Series link is here.

And With A Cry, My Chains Are Gone

It is the eve of the Fall of the Republic, and Anakin Skywalker is terrified of losing his wife.

The Force isn't having it.

Story link is here.

Oya'la

This story centers on Olyssia, a young woman with amnesia who finds herself aboard one of the Venators belonging to the 501st. The only thing she can remember is the order to kill Palpatine.

What Once Was Lost, I Have Found Again

Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala were dead. His corpse stayed behind on Mustafar, while hers was on a backwater planet, trying to survive for the sake of her children.

Commander Thorn had defected. There was nowhere in the galaxy he could go, and he wanted out. He was tired of fighting.

Story link is here.

Event Participations

Obitine Week 2023

The series can be found here.

Miscellaneous

Fox

Left on Read - based on a prompt found in the wild on Tumblr. Fox goes home to surprise his brothers, and none of them see him. Modern AU.

My Time Has Come (Brother, Let Me Weep) - Fox finds out about Ponds' death from the shiny grapevine. Soldiers can't mourn, and so he doesn't.

Ahsoka

Seeping Through My Memory - Ahsoka can't stop seeing death when she closes her eyes. She ends up at Anakin's quarters, desperate for comfort and life to go back to normal.

The Bad Batch

You Weren't There (Brother, I'd Hold You To The End) - Crosshair can't handle living after everything he's done. He sends a final message to the Batch. Written before s3 aired.

Jedi Survivor

Ghost Star, Are You Very Far? - Two times Kata gets to hear a story about her parents.

Request Guidelines

So you found your way down to the bottom of the abyss- ah, the masterlist. Welcome! I can only assume you're either curious about what I'll write, or you want to request something yourself. Either way, happy to have you here!

A couple rules...

I will not write smut or suggestive content. I don't feel comfortable writing literary porn whatsoever. Any requests asking me to write smut will be deleted. (If you're ever interested as to why I won't write it, feel free to send a message/ask! I don't mind talking about it!)

I will not write clonecest or same sex romantic pairings. Again, these are things that I'm simply not comfortable with. Any asks for these will be deleted.

Beyond those two things above, go wild! I love a challenge, and am down to write platonic and romantic pieces.

[topwan-obikin]

SECOND DEADLINE REVEALS ARE UP!

Here it is, the authors reveals for our second deadline of our fest, and the official conclusion of the first edition of our fest!

We are so happy about all the engagement and love you have showed us!! We are so grateful for it and we hope to come back for a second edition too. For now we declare our fest over, but we will still accept post-fest submissions (more details will be added later on this week.)

From this moment on, the authors mentioned in this post will be able to promote their creations however they like! You are free to post your work on your own social media and we will promote it alongside the reveal of your fic. You can include moodboards or other creative images in your promotion! Just be sure to tag the fest in some way.

If instead you didn’t have the chance to look through the creations revealed, now it’s a great time to do it. Give them some love and share the ones you loved more!

From next week, the blog will restart our weekly recs friday and wips wednesday, plus our games. And look out for this weekend because we will drop some content to celebrate the end of our first edition!

Now let’s dive in!

☆ I Bring You With Reverent Hands by Aigoo (Tara) @aigoos

 [Explicit - 5,067 w]

It is supposed to be an easy mission on Lenahra, but things go haywire when Master Anakin Skywalker’s unknown microchip is damaged and causes him to present as an omega. He needs to mate or he will die, is what Padawan Kenobi is told, and the young alpha has to make a choice with the man he’s loved for years.

☆ Eight of Cups by Exonerin @exonerin

 [Explicit - 40,058 w - chapters 8/8]

Anakin’s knighting ceremony is canceled. Somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has joined the land of the living again, and the Council is too busy figuring out what to do. Washing their hands off the matter, the Council decides to make Qui-Gon Anakin’s and Obi-Wan’s problem. For Anakin, this is a dream come true (minus the mishap with his knighting). He has always wanted Qui-Gon as his Master. Unlike Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon would understand him. This is his chance to experience what having Qui-Gon as sort-of-Master would be like. The answer is as surprising as it’s disappointing. It sucks a lot. Rather than understanding, Qui-Gon misunderstands everything. Half the (disparaging) stuff Qui-Gon says about Obi-Wan flies over his head, too, but Anakin’s convinced Qui-Gon’s trying to drive a wedge between Obi-Wan and him. So, on second thought, Anakin prefers to remain Obi-Wan’s Padawan. Really, there’s no need to reschedule his knighting ceremony.

☆ Untethered Tongues by ashes0909 @ashes0909

 [Explicit - 5,851 w]

“Thank god you got off my lap. You stink more than a trash compactor.” Anakin laughs like he’s said the most amazing joke in the entire galaxy. “The only person I want in my lap is a bit tied up at the moment.” Obi-Wan freezes. Anakin freezes. Then turns a spectacular shade of red. Korrax laughs. “The truth serum always works quick.”

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

OWK Obi-Wan accidentally time travels back to TCW era, Post-Rako Ardeen arc, hours before Anakin broke up with him that day. He plans to stop that from happening.

☆ Tame ART by @blue-lumen15 (also on ao3)

 [Mature - Fanart]

post-ROTS mustafar fight anakin/vader, limbs chopped off, is immediately saved by obi-wan.

☆ Kalos Kagathos by intermundia @intermundia

 [Explicit - 7,220 w]

At the Battle of Potidaea in 432 BC, Anakin Skywalker and his former tutor Obi-Wan Kenobi served together as hoplites in the phalanx, sharing a tent and meals, living side by side. During the siege, Obi-Wan was drawn by Anakin into a relationship where erotic attention and physical intimacy is mixed into their old, strong mentorship bond. After returning to Athens at the end of the summer campaign season, Obi-Wan distanced himself, refusing to put Anakin’s reputation at risk. Anakin doesn’t take rejection well, and refuses to give up on their love without a fight. He acts out, making Obi-Wan jealous, and gets what he wants in the end: Obi-Wan’s cock inside him.

☆ Tethered and Bound by jiminthestreets_bonesinthesheets @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

 [Explicit - 20,241 w - chapters 6/6]

Anakin and Obi-wan can never catch a break, and this mission is no different. Unfortunately this time their misfortune comes in the form of three Dathomiri witch sisters, a seemingly unbreakable spell with a potentially fatal outcome, a very short time frame, and an extremely oblivious Jedi Master.

☆ After School Special by hopeforchange

 [Explicit - 23,618 w]

Anakin Skywalker learned how to lie before he knew how to tie his shoelaces. He wouldn’t be able to lead a successful double life if he couldn’t. At the age of twenty-two, he is the most popular stripper at the Starfall Club, the most skillful informant of the Naberrie family, and – the best liar in the world. There’s only one lie he can’t pull off - pretending he feels indifferent toward his drop-dead gorgeous professor.

♥ Ama'ya’s Dance by UsakoStar @usakostar

 [Explicit - 2,162 w - chapters 1/?]

Jedi Dragonrider Anakin Skywalker never expected his Dragon would rise during a planetary battle of all places. Or that his Master’s would answer her call. With the sacred bond between Dragon and Rider extending to shared mating dances, Anakin and Obi-Wan are repeatedly forced to confront the ways their Master-Padawan relationship has changed since Anakin was knighted.

♥ Home by UsakoStar @usakostar

 [Explicit - 3,609 w - chapters 2/?]

Fleeing a dark past, single omega parent Anakin Skywalker moves back to Coruscant in the hopes of giving his young family a fresh start. Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi has just returned to teaching his kindergarten class after a whirlwind year abroad that ended in disaster. A second chance at love was something neither of them expected.

☆ My Son; My light by Snuggles_in_a_Starfighter

 [Explicit - 4,541 w]

Prompt fill! Single father Obi-wan has spent the past 17 years making sure his beloved boy is raised happy and though they’ve struggled a bit making ends meet when Anakin was younger, Obi-wan always tried his best to make sure he could give everything he could to Anakin. Nowadays, his baby is nearly all grown up and getting offers from universities all across the country, and he’s not feeling ready for the empty nest. To his surprise, his boy doesn’t want to leave his daddy, ever, Anakin decides to seduce the only man who’s ever made him happy into his childhood bed.

☆ Too Hot To Handle by dragons_and_angels @heaven-hell-and-humanity

 [Explicit - 3,607 w]

Obi-Wan and Anakin are in a tight spot. It’s even worse when Anakin suddenly presents as an omega.

♥ Lace by UsakoStar @usakostar

 [Explicit - 1,891 w - chapters 1/2]

When Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent undercover to a high-end slave auction for a vital mission, Obi-Wan had thought it would be a straightforward affair. He hadn’t counted on the lingerie.

♥ the muse: pleasure in bloom by boguspreston & innominatta (ineptia)

[Explicit - 4,166 w - chapters 1/8]

What would the artist focus on? Because so far, Obi-Wan had surprised him. The artist had focused on the sharp of his Adam’s apple, the muscularity of his back, the sullen scowl of his brow. Anakin didn’t know what he’d expected, unsure what about him would be defined as beautiful or interesting. He knew, faintly, that he was considered attractive, and that the artist was too, but if he analysed it, he came up empty. With the belt off, his jeans fell to the ground. Or, Obi-Wan is an artist who finds his muse.

 ☆ Serendipity by Darkwhisperings @dark--whisperings

 [Explicit - 6,032 w]

An accidental discovery on the holonet leads Anakin to a personal discovery about himself. And his Master. The rest, well, that's a happy accident.

☆ The Divinely Made by silkenlysleep @silkenlysleep

 [Explicit - 6,142 w]

Anakin has a choking kink. Or, until Obi-Wan decides he doesn’t.

♥ Electric Buzzing on Your Fingertips by deathbyobiwan @deathbyobiwan

[Explicit - 3,656 w - chapters 1/2]

As his Padawan grows into a man, Obi-Wan begins to be driven mad by the amount of unwanted attention that he receives. So does Anakin — the only upside is his former Master's increasingly displeased reactions. Surely it's not Anakin's fault, then, when he starts flirting with his suitors just to see what Obi-Wan will do?

♥ Like mine by Himboskywalker @himboskywalker

[Explicit - 3,027 w - chapters 1/2]

Anakin has never known his own scent after presenting as an alpha. Jedi use blockers to protect themselves from the dangerous pulls of instinct,and the even more dangerous pull of scenting one’s soulmate. More importantly he’s never known Obi-Wan’s scent. An important treaty with a culture who outlaw scent blockers changes everything.

♥ Curriculum Vitae by StrangeLilBat

[Explicit - 2,948 w - chapters 1/3]

Relationships come and go for Anakin Skywalker like the changing of seasons. Not by his choice, but through some cruel trick of the universe, he supposes. Enter Obi-Wan Kenobi - actor, millionaire, and all around good guy who also hasn't had much luck with his past endeavours. Will their relationship finally be the one they've been waiting and hoping for?

☆ the taste is oh so sweet by amadwinter @amadwinter

[Mature - 3,209 w]

Obi-Wan’s unimpressed glare wasn’t enough to shake Anakin’s resolve, nor was the purse of his frown, the way he folded his arms tightly over his chest, or how he looked seconds away from biting Anakin’s head off. Anakin knew what he had to do. What they had to do. He just hoped his racing pulse didn’t betray his true feelings. “I want you to feed from me directly.” Obi-Wan hasn't taken very well to his new diet after becoming a vampire. He would rather suffer in silence. Anakin won't let him.

☆ This Sacred Skin by silkenlysleep @silkenlysleep

[Explicit - 6,069 w]

Obi-Wan never knew Anakin could look good in white. Or, that he would lose his mind over it.

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

First part of a obikin Agatha Christie style adaptation

♥ designed for cruelty by spitfired @spitefyre

[Explicit - 1,937 w - chapters 1/?]

And maybe the world was ending, maybe he was losing his mind. His gums ached and his vision was swimming. From the back of his throat, he choked out a growl, a groaning whine of need and confusion. But Anakin was by his side, and so he was sure they would be okay in the end. Or: In which Obi-Wan and Anakin are not alphas or omegas, because those don‘t exist. And then suddenly, they are, because why not?

♥ How Civilised by Quastake

[Explicit - 1,557 w - chapters 1/?]

Anakin thinks he’s ready to be knighted. His master, Mace Windu, does not agree. To prove himself, Anakin challenges a strange creature that has been kidnapping civilians. However, his normally flawless strategy of attack first, ask questions later may not be so solid after all.

☆ So Good For Me by dragons_and_angels @heaven-hell-and-humanity

[Explicit - 3,854 w]

Obi-Wan wondered if it was possible for someone to lose their mind over being denied an orgasm.

♥ A slip of the tongue by Viraha @virahaus

[Explicit - 1,835 w - chapters 1/2]

Two years after the end of the Clone Wars and the unmasking of Sidious' identity, Obi-Wan and Anakin are in what other people would call their 'honeymoon phase'. It would be better if they'd actually listened to Mace's advice and took a vacation months ago instead of thinking about it now, for the all the other Jedi peace of mind. After all, Obi-Wan (and half the jedi council) is about to discover what an half asleep, half horny Anakin is capable of to keep the attention of his Master on him all day long. Or, what happens when Anakin calls Obi-Wan 'daddy' in public and pretends to not know what he's doing.

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i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

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Kinktober Day 9 - Glory Hole

For anon~ ⭐

Lessons - 2,863 Rating: E Content: Established Relationship / Explicit Sexual Content / Glory Hole / Oral Sex / Padawan Anakin Skywalker / Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi / Anakin Skywalker is Oblivious / Semi-Public Sex

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“Master, you’ve got to come see this.”

Obi-Wan turned from the rest of the bar to look at Anakin. He pointed to the bathroom doors, an excited smile on his lips that both intrigued Obi-Wan and worried him in equal measure.

“It’s the public toilet, Anakin. You’ve seen them before.”

Anakin rolled his eyes and tugged on Obi-Wan’s robes. “C’mon, it’s funny.”

“We’re on a mission, in case you forgot. We’re looking for someone, and I highly doubt a Hutt has managed to squeeze themselves into a room of that size without causing some sort of reaction.”

“Master…”

Perhaps it was Anakin’s genuine enthusiasm, or maybe Obi-Wan really was just looking for an excuse to fall down on his duties for just a moment, but without much more goading needed he followed Anakin into the room. As far as bathrooms went it wasn’t very different from all the others Obi-Wan had been in. There were urinals of various sizes and widths on one wall, sinks on the other, and around the corner were the stalls. Obi-Wan could hear the music from the club pulsing through the space, but otherwise it was quiet.

“It’s clean,” Obi-Wan said idly. “Not often you see a clean toilet in a place like this. Though I suppose it is early in the evening and the sordid events haven’t had time to happen yet.”

“Look.”

Obi-Wan turned from inspecting the ceiling to see Anakin pointing into the last stall in the corner. Peeking his head inside he looked at the walls covered in a variety of graffiti, followed by the toilet that was - as he’d noted before - remarkably clean, down to the hole cut in the wall between the stalls.

“It’s a hole,” Anakin said.

It was indeed, and a rather significantly wide one at that. Obi-Wan supposed all sorts of aliens with various appendages would be visitors to the hole, which might have added to its uniqueness, but it wasn’t remarkable in any way and it certainly didn’t warrant the type of reaction Anakin was having.

Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin. He was still grinning, amusement evident in his eyes.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said. He pulled away from the stall. “I don’t see what’s so amusing about it. We are at a club in the lower levels - these things are quite common.”

“Really?” Anakin’s smile dropped a little, and Obi-Wan saw the spark of confusion on his boyish features.

It was oddly erotic given the setting, seeing his young charge standing beneath the low lights of a public bathroom, gawking at a glory hole with no idea what it was used for. Obi-Wan would have thought he was taking the piss out of him had he not felt his confusion in their bond - a little thing Anakin still couldn’t entirely mask even after all these years.

“Do you know what this is used for, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin’s eyes flicked back down to the hole, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. Obi-Wan held back a groan and instead dug his fingertips into the palms of his hands. “No, not really,” Anakin finally admitted. “I just thought it was funny, you know, seeing a hole in the wall. Like, who’d want to use this, knowing someone could look in and see you taking a piss or whatever.”

He smiled tightly at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan held back a groan.

Anakin didn’t know. Of course Anakin didn’t know. He was remarkably prudish for a boy of nineteen who rutted up against Obi-Wan in the middle of the night like some mad dog. He’d whisper all sorts of filthy things in Obi-Wan’s ear, hands broad across his chest and stomach, cock thick against Obi-Wan’s ass as he begged for just a taste of his Master’s cock. But in the morning he’d blush if sent a wink from an admiring suitor, or stutter his way through a compliment that was almost as chaste as a Jedi Padawan pretended to be.

“It’s a glory hole, darling,” he finally said.

Anakin’s expression didn’t change. In fact, he looked more confused than anything.

“What’s that?” he asked.

As far as lessons Obi-Wan thought he’d be teaching Anakin, this wasn’t one of them. Still, if the boy wanted to know…

“People will visit these holes in public bathrooms in order to be… pleasured. Orally. Usually by strangers.”

Anakin’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and the clear confusion dropped from his face the second the reality of the hole sunk in. He glanced back at it, and Obi-Wan watched the knot of his throat bob as he swallowed.

“Oh,” he said quietly. “Are they common?”

“In places like these, certainly.”

Anakin nodded. He was still staring at the hole. “And like… anyone can use it? You just… you just stick your dick through it and someone will come and… and suck on it?”

“Did you want me to show you how it works?”

The proposition slipped from his lips before he had a chance to rein himself in. But if Anakin wanted to know exactly how one worked, who was Obi-Wan to prevent him from gaining the full breadth of knowledge available to him. Besides, it was worth it to see the blush on Anakin’s cheeks darken and his pupils expand ever so. Obi-Wan knew he was thinking about it, a flood of half-formed visions and hazy sensations swirling through their bond.

“We’re on a mission,” Anakin finally said.

Obi-Wan tried not to sigh. Anakin was right, on top of looking clearly uncomfortable.

“You’re right, we are,” he said, and started to leave.

“But what if we were quick?”

Obi-Wan paused halfway to the door and turned around to stare at Anakin. He was still standing where he was before, attention almost transfixed on the hole in the stall that seemed to lure him in like a siren. Obi-Wan wondered, very briefly, how he could use this to his advantage next time he needed Anakin to pay attention, but came up with little beyond cutting a hole in a piece of cardboard and having Anakin recite his lessons while Obi-Wan blew him through it.

“I have no doubt you can be quick, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. He stepped forward and took Anakin’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. He could feel Anakin’s subtle tremble, excitement and nervousness swirling around in equal measure. They locked eyes, confidence with hesitation, and Obi-Wan tilted his head to the side. “Would you like me to show you?” he asked again.

Anakin nodded.

Tilting his chin toward one of the stalls, Obi-Wan instructed Anakin to step inside. As he did so, Obi-Wan went into his and wasn’t surprised to see there was no latch on the stall. Anakin, however—

“There’s no latch,” he said as he peeked his head over the wall to look at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan quirked a brow. “No, there wouldn’t be. Part of the appeal of all this is being walked in on, or having someone else join.” Anakin’s hesitation returned, but Obi-Wan caught it before he could slip away and take off with it. “You can use the Force to keep the door shut, if it’d make you more comfortable.”

“Yeah, okay. Yeah.”

Kneeling down on the floor, Obi-Wan positioned himself as comfortably as he could, cherry red boots resting beneath his thighs, hands on his knees as he looked through the hole to see Anakin standing there dumbly.

“Take yourself out,” Obi-Wan said gently. “Show me that pretty cock of yours.”

The door of the bathroom stall shuddered slightly, and Obi-Wan smirked as Anakin’s trembling hands went to his belt and started working it open. He draped it on the edge of the stall above Obi-Wan’s head before he shoved his tabards out of the way and opened his trousers. He slipped his hand in while tugging his underwear and trousers down to his thigh, revealing his soft cock to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan never thought he’d get over just how delicate Anakin was, despite the strength in his corded muscles and the growing broadness of his chest. His fingers were delicate, his cheekbones, his nose, the curse of his lips, and his cock. It hung between his legs, the pretty pink head covered by the soft foreskin that felt divine beneath Obi-Wan’s lips, the base surrounded by thick brown hair that tickled Obi-Wan’s nose as he sank down. Obi-Wan had spent many a night tugging Anakin to full hardness, playing with the foreskin and teasing the head, sliding his fingers down the shaft to press against the base. All the while Anakin would mewl and moan, hips stuttering up as he begged for more.

But there was something almost overwhelming about seeing Anakin’s cock through a tawdry hole in a public bathroom. He moaned softly, allowing the sound to slip through his lips, and he was rewarded with Anakin’s cock twitching in interest.

“And your balls,” Obi-Wan instructed.

Anakin pulled his trousers down further and pushed his tabards away again, giving Obi-Wan full view of his groin. His balls hung low and loose, filled to the brim with come that Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to drink. Anakin remained where he was, stood still with his shirt pulled up and his trousers down, letting Obi-Wan admire the vision a moment longer.

Sitting a little closer, Obi-Wan breathed in the scent of the bathroom - cleaning supplies mixed with piss and the musk of Anakin. “Now slip your cock through the hole.”

Anakin grabbed his length and tugged it a few times, getting it to harden just a little before he pressed his hips forward and guided his cock through the hole and into Obi-Wan’s eager mouth. Accepting the head, Obi-Wan closed his mouth and suckled on the foreskin, groaning as the taste of Anakin’s skin flooded his tongue. Anakin’s hips pressed forward a little more, his balls resting on the edge as he moaned softly, the sound carrying through the tiled walls of the bathroom.

Sliding his tongue along the edges of Anakin’s foreskin, Obi-Wan teased the tip of his tongue inside, licking at the head before wrapping his lips around the foreskin to pull it down a little. Anakin’s cock pulsed and hardened with the ministrations, and Obi-Wan sunk a little lower, dragging the foreskin down before pulling it back up with his lips alone.

“Fuck,” Anakin whispered, a desperate little sound that Obi-Wan adored.

Raising his head, he let go of Anakin’s cock with a pop and admired his now hardened length. “Does this feel good?” he asked idly, before he went back down to kiss down the shaft, feeling the thick vein on the underside with the tip of his tongue.

“So good,” Anakin said, and his hips stuttered forward again when Obi-Wan sucked the base of his cock. “Wish I could see you, though.”

“Not seeing what I’m doing is half the fun,” Obi-Wan murmured. Raising his head, he went back to playing with Anakin’s cock-head, sucking on the red and slick glands before teasing the frenulum with the tip of his tongue. All the while he gripped his knees, holding back on his own pleasures in order to put Anakin’s instruction ahead. After all, Anakin deserved the full experience - a distracted Master was a poor teacher.

“You taste so good,” Obi-Wan purred, licking up the stream of precome that pearled up on the slit and spilled across his lips. “You’ve been taking what I said in heart, I see, eating more fruit and sweets…”

“Want you as addicted to my come as I am for yours,” Anakin said, his voice wavering slightly at the end despite the bravado of his words.

But it worked. Obi-Wan groaned and pitched forward, taking Anakin in full. He began bobbing his head while he rolled Anakin’s balls in his hand, tugging slightly before holding them as he worked Anakin’s length with his tongue and lips. The sensation of Anakin’s cock sliding across his tongue and down his throat felt so good, the knowledge that he was sucking his Padawan’s cock in a public bathroom coalescing with the sheer physical pleasure of the act itself.

Anakin’s length filled him, spilling seed and salt into his gullet, drenching him in his own spit. At some point Anakin began moving, shoving his cock desperately through the hole as he fucked Obi-Wan’s face, all modesty and decorum seemingly abandoned as the sensations took over. Obi-Wan could hear Anakin’s needy gasps and feel the movement of the stall wall as Anakin thrust into it, shaking it with each powerful thrust through the hole.

Gripping his knee harder, Obi-Wan let Anakin chase his orgasm using his mouth. He could feel Anakin’s coil tightening in their bond, his release imminent until—

The door to the bathroom opened. Obi-Wan pulled away just as footsteps carried through the space and stopped at the urinals on the other side of the wall. Sitting back on his haunches he stared at Anakin’s cock as it bobbed between his legs, slick with spit and precome, the spongy head red and slick, foreskin pulled back to show off the ridging. The sight of Anakin’s cock stuck through the hole was entirely impersonal and yet deeply intimate, and he almost laughed at the way in which he could be utterly charmed by such a sight.

Instead he caught his breath and attempted to wait until the occupant of the bathroom made a move to leave.

Anakin, however, had other ideas.

“Keep going,” he whispered, voice thick with arousal, desperation coursing through their bond.

“Someone’s—”

“I don’t care.”

Obi-Wan was certain when the haze of lust left he would, but Anakin’s cock and the sound of his voice as it was dashed across the tiled walls was far too tempting. He went back down in an instant, taking all of him best he could, nose pushed into the curls at the base of Anakin’s length. Anakin let out a cry and the sound of the person puttering in the bathroom momentarily stalled. Anakin either didn’t care or didn’t know and continued to thrust forward, shoving his cock in as deep as he could, forcing Obi-Wan to submit and give all he could until tears sprung up and his lungs seized.

With a messy gasp he pulled away. Catching his breath, he brushed the back of his hand across his mouth before he took Anakin again, sucking on his cock and bobbing his head with abandon. The occupant of the bathroom approached the stalls, Obi-Wan hearing it through the slick sound of his throat closing and relaxing around Anakin’s cock, and he realized that Anakin had lost his grip on the door, his powers in the Force fluttering and stuttering around them but no longer focused.

Diving into the Force, Obi-Wan slammed the door of Anakin’s cubicle closed as Anakin finally released.

Drinking down what was offered Obi-Wan moaned around Anakin’s length as salty-sweet come flooded his mouth. Pulling away, he sat back and caught his breath as Anakin slumped against the wall. Obi-Wan could feel the stranger’s presence hovering nearby, curiosity and mild disgust coming off of them in waves. Standing, he listened as Anakin righted himself before he released his hold on the door. Pushing the door open, he glanced over to see Anakin stepping out of his own with a coy smile on his lips.

“So… that was a glory hole,” Anakin said as he put his belt back on.

“That was a glory hole,” Obi-Wan repeated.

They started to leave, but when they turned the corner they came across the stranger. It was a human male, nothing remarkable or special about him, but the way he looked at the pair of them told Obi-Wan he knew that they were special.

“Aren’t you Jedi—”

“We are not Jedi,” Obi-Wan said as he surged through the Force to wrap gently around the man’s mind. The man struggled a moment and then relaxed, his eyes glazing over slightly.

“You’re not Jedi,” he repeated.

“You didn’t see or hear anything unusual in the bathroom.”

“I didn’t see or hear anything unusual in the bathroom.”

“You’re now going to return to the club, order your favourite drink, and have an enjoyable evening.”

“I’m going to return to the club, order my favourite drink, and have an enjoyable evening.”

Obi-Wan waited until the man left before he turned back to Anakin. He was staring at Obi-Wan as if he’d just committed a crime. And apparently Anakin liked it.

“Come, Anakin. We ought to return to the Temple.”

“But our mission—”

“It can wait until tomorrow. Right now we need to get to somewhere private so we can fuck without worrying about the blasted stall door.”

[gffa]

I don't know if I'm being really cynical, and I probably don't have a leg to stand on since I haven't watched any SW content since Mando S2 (and never finished Rebels), but I am really side-eyeing the Dawn of the Jedi and Rey rebuilding the Jedi stuff cause I'm afraid they're going to show the new Jedi and the formation of the Jedi as having attachments and marriages and such and imply the prequels Jedi were doing things wrong and had lost their way cause they don't do attachment, and perhaps that's me being cynical cause from what I understand, The High Republic does not do that and shows the Jedi at their peak and they are a lot like prequels Jedi, but I do not trust Disney to adhere to that, not to mention after TOTJ focused on two Jedi who left the Order...

I don't know, my doubts probably don't have merit, but I just needed to address it to someone who is pro-Jedi might be able to address my worries. Sorry

It's a reasonable worry and it might happen, we won't know until we get those shows and they might be really good, they might be mediocre, they might be really bad. It can be tough not to let your thoughts spiral and worry! But you know what those movies can't do? They can't change the first six movies + the first season seasons of TCW. They can't change the foundation of George Lucas' Jedi Order. Would it suck to have to deal with a franchise that dropped the ball on the Jedi? Yeah, it would, but it still can't change that those movies exist, that those interviews with Lucas exist, that Rebels exists as it is, that the Obi-Wan Kenobi show exists as it is, that Padawan exists as it is, that the Age of Republic comics exists as they are. And even if we have to deal with a franchise dropping the ball and fandom talking about it, we have a large enough fandom that we Jedi fans have built here that we don't need anything outside of ourselves. What's the point of fandom? To talk about things we liked, to build up cute scenarios we liked, to read fic we liked--we can do that already! We can continue doing that in our own corner and have a perfectly great fandom experience, because that's what a fandom experience is when you get down to it. If we have to retreat to just Lucas' Star Wars and ignore any other content, so be it. That's still a big enough playground to play around in! And maybe they'll be good, maybe not, but at the end of the day, we still have the foundation of what we've already built and each other, we don't really need anything more. We can just sit back and have a good time with the things we have already and whatever else comes along that we don't like, we can ignore, and what we like, we can fold in with everything else.