#Star Wars angst

[echoedcrosshairs]

Unseen Scars

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

(part two)

Masterlist

The costs of war can never be truly accounted for, you spun the disgusting bottom shelf liquid around your glass pondering Master Yoda's saying noting how right it was. Your head swam back to when the order was given, feeling all the death and pain through the force. The betrayal on the deepest level, soldiers we fought beside for years trusted with our lives killing us like discarded bantha fodder. We never saw it coming, we speculated something was coming but we never dreamed that our dearest allies would turn on us. You wondered if anyone had made it and if they too lived like womp rats hiding in darkness.

One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. The saying twisted in your guts like a knife, how does one even move past something like that? How could I even think of the future? Your mind wandered to your closest... friend and confidant then the rage seethed like it normally did when you envision his face knowing it was one of countless who gunned down Jedi. You slammed the drink back. Looking up you saw another hooded stranger walking sitting in the other dark corner. Your mind went blank at this presence, body screaming at you to run... it didn't take long to find out why. Frozen to your seat like the ice of Hoth itself held you down forcing you to watch the scene unfolds. In the commotion your hood most have fallen back, the four men and him stared at you you didn't hear a word that was said before that your ears rang and your mind fell blank. Puzzled looks fell on the four men's faces as he softly said "Commander..." The title use to make your heart flutter everytime he called it out but now it just filled you with terror. Any minute now he was going to shoot, your heart pounded and your feet finally started moving.

Rex fell to unabashedly to his knees for a moment watching you flee from him, she's not dead, the relief flooded him followed by agonizing truth that you were horrified of him, why wouldn't you be? Why didn't you hear that his chip was gone? His hand wiped the revolution that trickled from his eyes. Rex's head was spinning but he pulled himself up one leg at a time. He looked at Echo who was staring at the door before turning to him gripping his shoulder, "We'll find her, Captain."

"Who was that, Rex?" Hunter asked.

"A Jedi," Echo whispered, "a very dear friend of ours."

Hunter waited staring at Rex knowing there was more to the story, "Found her," Tech said interrupting the silence.

"Where is she," Echo said taking the data pad from Tech, "She's on the move-" finally noticing the wetness he wiped from his face.

"Girlfriend, wasn't she?" Tech said filling in the unspoken blanks.

"Soldier's can't have relations with the Jedi-" Rex stated.

"The Republic is gone and to the Empire you are dead," Tech said flatly.

"We have to go, Captain," Echo urged, Rex nodded and the Five of them started running.

What is lost is often found. Ord Mantell had become your darkness, a sliver of peace and privacy in the blossoming chaos of the Empire spreading through out the galaxy. A chance to fade into the shadows as a relic of an era that was over. Now this home had to be abandon just like everything else. Your feet kept running and the hair on back of your neck stood up. You looked back, nearly tripping noticing the four's armor. Commando's, the deadliest troopers, designed differently and raised to endure. They probably have everything mapped out in their hands, it's like shooting a rancor in a cage. Not even with my saber do I stand a chance against four... Although one seems familiar... You looked back noticing the one with a stomp, "Echo... Clone Force 99," you ducked sideways into the nearest building. Crosshair has to be up above some where waiting for his trap to spring.

You cut through the building hopefully buying yourself time to think. Running out of breath you rested for a second against the wall. You mentally listed Hunter's, Tech's and Wrecker's enhancements. Anyone but Wrecker even with his strength I doubt it would be quick... Then again with Crosshairs temperament I doubt he would be either. You hit your head back against the wall before taking off again. Turning your head again you saw Hunter catching up, you stopped for a second using the force to rip a door and shoved it in his direction, but you knew it was to late his hunters sense of smell and hearing... If I could just get to the nightclub... I could use that against him- You're body collided with a solid mass and tumbled back, Echo. You scrambled back to your feet defensively reaching for the lightsaber that was no longer there.

"I'm putting down my blaster," Echo said eyeing you like a rapid animal waiting to lounge, "Commander, you're safe. None of us are going to hurt you nor to turn you in."

"The clones betrayed us," you gritted out slowly backing out of the room.

"Not all of us, Commander," Rex said behind you and his arms come around you. Feeling you thrash against him, "Mesh'la..." he got out pained softly whispering your name, "You're safe," he felt your legs buckle slowly took both of you to the ground holding you against him wrapping his arms around you tighter hearing the sobs start. He gave Echo a weary look as he sat looking at the two of you.

"Commander, I'm glad you made it. Both of you," Echo said taking off his helmet setting it off to the side, "The three of us together again," he added quietly with a small chuckle.

"Say something..." Rex whispered, "anything..."

"Let me go.." as you finished the sentence Rex's arm came off, always the loyal solider following orders. Pathetically you crawled away from both of them curling your knees to your body. You looked at them resting your head on your knee, "Is this some sick trick?" You whispered.

Rex's fingers went to the scar on the side of his head, "It's gone," he paused reaching out his hand, "Ask me again."

Anxiously you took his hand and asked again feeling the truth in the answer and Echo did the same, "The others need to get their chips out but they haven't activated, I promise."

Finally you genuinely looked at Rex, the fine buzzed blonde hair, the poncho hiding his 501st armor and earthy tones eyes staring back at you. You stared at him the red veins in his eyes, you wiped the tears from your own looking up out the windows. There was no imperial ships above waiting because they would have been here by now. Glancing down you found your hand visibly shaking you pulled your arms into your lap handing them. You looked back at Rex as much as you wanted to see him your mind kept slipping backwards seeing the troopers fire at you and the others fleeing. Shutting your eyes you buried your head in your lap.

"So... why are they just sitting there?" Wrecker asked.

"Given the last time she was around regs they tried to terminate her per Order 66," Tech offered, "If she around them when the order was given which I am assuming she was given her behavior."

"Shouldn't we be in there because we're not regs?"

"No, we still have our chips however deviant we are if what Captain Rex says to be true, the three of us are the dangerous ones. I would leave them be."

"Commander..." Rex said softly.

"The war is over, you don't need to call me that," you said lifting your head to your knees. Rex whispered your name softly and you forced yourself to look at him, "What?" you whispered.

"I'm glad you're still here."

You reminded silent for a moment, How do I even answer that? I'm not. "Thank you," you decided to be polite.

"Do you want me to give you two a couple minutes?" Echo asked softly.

No, "Yes," forced its way out through your strained vocals.

Echo looked at Rex hesitantly before prying himself off the hard ground heading outside to meet up with his squad, finding the anxious look on their faces discussing what had compelled Rex to cry given it was next to impossible for a clone. Everyone in the had 501st gossiped about what was going between them but neither of them had every winded any truth to it, Echo aired that curiosity to them which silenced them in understanding.

Rex moved closer to you watching you flinch moving his hands under his poncho watching you tense up as he took it off. He slowly took off his armor laying it to him revealing the plain civvies underneath, "Just me," he whispered watching you relax a bit. He cautiously scoot forward waiting to see if you would move away when you didn't he came a hands width away. He looked at the ponchow with an idea putting it over both of your heads surrounding both of you in completed darkness to keep the reminders of his face at bay but also privacy, "Just us."

"Why did you chase after me?"

"I always protect my Jedi, I'll always protect you."

"Why did you send 99 after me... it was horrifying."

"That wasn't my idea albeit it was a good plan to get around you sensing me if you were distracted," Rex admitted, "It worked in my favor, albeit to well." Weakly Rex let his finger tips touch your knee waiting to see if you'd jerk away but you didn't and he slide his palm on your knee resting it there. He gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm sorry."

Shakily you put your hand on top of it and squeezed it back. The familiar warmth radiated off him, "Rex," the name rolled from your tongue like a distant pleasant memory, "it's getting hot under here." He laid one hand on top yours and used the other to cast aside the poncho to the ground, "Better" you whispered.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" it pained him to think about finding you again and losing you again but it comforted him that you had survived. He smiled watching the emotions coast through your face, you'd always been so good at hiding them but now they were as plain to see as the stars in a clear night.

Your mind screamed yes but the familiar warmth in your heart said no. Staring at the scar on his head, you shook your head Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat. Your stomach turned but you allowed yourself to reach out to him through the force finding the familiar honesty, courage, loyalty, the secret in his heart that did his best to hide from the outside world was so blatantly on display with his touch. You watch pain on his face slowly relieving.

You felt him slowly weave his fingers through yours, "Is that okay?" he asked.

"I can feel Echo's contentment and laughter from here," you weakly laughed.

"They did speculate about what was going on between us," Rex smiled looking up at Echo laughing in the window giving him a thumbs up hearing him faintly say 'Called it'. Rex groaned still smiling, "Will you allow this humble man to walk you back to the parlor?"

"Yeah... I need a drink... or a dozen," you said prying yourself up with him still holding your hand as he stood up himself temporarily letting go to reaffix his armor and poncho.

"When did you take up drinking?" he asked arching an eyebrow relacing his fingers through yours noting you wouldn't look at him to long but the expression said enough as to why. His thumb traced the reminiscent intimate skin of his love, each swipe solidifying that you were alive and there not just some figment of his imagination holding him to the past, "I've missed you with each breath of life my soul expels."

Your face flames at his words, "When did you become a poet?" you jested.

"To many late nights wondering what happened to you."

Echo rejoined the two of you but everyone else gave you breathing room. Even with his fingers gripping to yours he still brought his other hand across his body holding onto your arm for dear life. You looked up at him almost crying again, even before all of this you never publicly got to walk down the street with him or show any interest in him.

"What is it?" he whispered, "My fabulous hair getting in your eye?" he attempted to crack a joke.

"That was horrible, Captain," Echo chuckled.

You squeezed his hand, "Never got to do this before... walk down the street just as me and you."

"It's a different time," he offered.

"So Comm-" Echo caught the title switching to your name instead, "How long," he said motioning his finger between the two of you."

Rex looked at you a bright scarlet sweeping his face, "Well... somewhere between the whole time and now," he offered.

Echo gave him a flabbergasted look, "What."

"Help?" Rex choked out taking his extra hand off your arm to rub his head awkwardly which got an even more expressive reaction from Echo,

"Tibrin," you offered back smirking at the unspoken about mission.

Echo groaned knowing the answer was going to get him no where. He looked at both of you smiling, "Everything in the galaxy has changed but I'm glad something stayed the same."

"I didn't think it would," Rex said flatly staring at the ground for a couple minutes before looking back up.

You stopped as much as the anxiety about the clones put you on edge, that comment stung worse, "Commander?" he asked staring at you. Even Echo had stopped.

"To love, is to trust. To trust is to believe. Do you believe I would so easily changeable?"

"We change everyday to adapt to this new world. Who we are now is not who we were when we met."

You dropped his hand continued walking, "Cyare," he groaned wrapping his arms around you pulling you to him, "You didn't let me finish. We as people change but in no galaxy, nor time apart nor in death will my heart ever beat for anyone else. Looks at me Mesh'la," Rex swallowed although his mouth and throat were parched, "Let me kiss you to prove it."

You looked up at him, Rex had never been one for public affection even so much as holding his hands behind his back and side stepping if he was even within a foot of you even in moments of privacy outside of a confined bedroom. He peeled his gloves off sticking them in his pocket, "It's only ever been you," he said lightly touching your face with one hand waiting before bringing the other to your face caressing you pull you close to him lowering himself to you waiting and when you didn't move he took your bottom lip between his.

It was like thrusters coming online, an inferno blazing between the both of you. Every feeling of love, pain, lost and aching of the soul. Somewhere in the distant you heard Echo laughing and calling the two of you cute. Your fingers shakily found the side of his feeling the familiar cut of his cheeks and strength of his jaw. Then up to the scar flinching you pulled away. There was a temporary look of disappointment on his face followed by understanding. He grilled your fingers tighter, “I’ll spend the rest of life protecting you from the unseen scars with my love.” Rex pulled you closed, “I love you.”

Maybe a part two?

[softlymellow]

The Order Forgot Me First - Chapter 10

☆⁠ PAIRING : Anakin Skywalker x Reader

☆⁠ word count: 4.3k

☆⁠ story themes: lovers to enemies to eventually lovers

☆⁠ warnings: spoilers to swtcw, angstttt

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

"The city didn’t care. The war didn’t stop."

Anakin’s chest rose up and down frantically as he watched you disappear. He could only feel anger and disappointment. Disappointed at your insensitivity. Disappointed in himself…

He hated to admit it but he himself wanted to forget about all of this. To take you in his arms, caress your hair and feel your warmth. But he couldn’t. There was something inside of him, a lingering feeling that wouldn’t escape. It felt like revenge. Like he wanted you to feel his pain and suffering while you were suffering. 

He wanted you to know just how much he tried for you in the past year. Only for you to come back, no apology and no explanation. 

It wasn’t something a Jedi should be feeling. He should be rejoiced that you were even alive. 

But he didn’t feel that. It felt like he had a volcano in his stomach bubbling, waiting to explode.

So he went to the only place where he could let out his frustration with no shame. No regards for the Jedi code. He wanted to hit something and let it be okay. 

Anakin made his way to the Jedi temples training wing. His head felt hot and his hands were in fists. 

The training room was dark. He didn’t turn the lights on. He didn’t need to. The red glow of the emitter pads lit the room enough. 

His cloak was already on the floor and his saber ignited with a hiss so loud and abrupt it startled the stillness of the room. 

Blue lit up his own face in violent flashes as lunged forward and swung at the automated saber droid designed for training. Not destruction.

And he hit hard. 

Again.

And again until the droid automatically went into defence mode. 

But Anakin didn’t give it any time as moved to destroy it, not train with it. 

CLASH. SNAP. WHIRL. 

Anakin moved his body with gritted teeth and he slammed his saber through the droid's core and sent it crashing against the wall. 

His chest rose and fell in short gasps as he felt sweat beading off his forehead. He then dropped to his knees. 

And then—

A soft beep. 

A little trill. 

He looked up to see R2-D2 rolling into the room, checking up on Anakin as he always did. Anakin and R2-D2 had a special bond. It wasn’t just master and astromech. R2 was a friend to him. An attachment he shouldn’t have but Anakin would go to great lengths just to save R2. 

Another beep. Quieter. 

Anakin’s eyes burned and he wasn’t sure when they began to water. 

“Don’t look at me like that…” He muttered. 

R2 let out another trill, this time more like a question. 

“I don’t know, okay?” His voice cracked. “I don’t know why I care so much. I don’t know what I’m doing. She’s not--she’s not even the same person anymore.”

Anakin crossed his legs and his saber deactivated in his lap. His mechanical hand ran through his hair — frustrated. 

R2 chirped again. 

Anakin laughed once, sharp. 

“What? You want me to say I messed up?” He shook his head, his hair still sticking to his forehead. “That I yelled at her? That I made her hate me even more than she already did?”

R2’s dome rotated as if he was shaking his head ‘no’. 

“I practised every insult in my head for months. I thought that if I saw her again I’d be strong. Cold.” His hand slammed against the rubber pads on the floor. “But she accepted that offer like nothing had even happened. Like I didn’t even matter.”

Anakin leaned back against the cold wall. He closed his eyes.

“I don’t know anymore.” 

Beeeppp

Anakin looked down at his wrist as his comms were ringing.

Obi-wan. 

Sighing, he rubbed a hand across his face and blinked away any sign of whatever just happened. Pressing the small button on the left, Obi-wan's voice was heard. 

“You left the meeting rather fast.”

Anakin rolled his eyes and stifled a groan. “I had things to do.”

“Well, whatever it is, you will have to continue later. The Council has a mission for you.” Obi-wan said.

“What is it?” Anakin furrowed his eyebrows. 

“To fully wrap up this case, one of us do need to visit Dev in the detention center and make up a report.”

“And why can’t you do that?” Anakin inquired. 

“I have things to do.” Obi-wan mocked. Anakin could almost imagine the smirk on his face. 

Anakin audibly groaned and rose up from his spot on the floor. “You owe me for this.”

“This is part of your role as a Jedi,” Obi-wan said matter of factly, “I will see you soon.” And just like that the call disconnected and Anakin was left with a task he definitely did not want. 

“This day just keeps getting better and better…” Anakin said aloud. 

Whrrrrrp

R2 trilled, amused over Anakin’s situation yet happy that he rose up. 

--- --- --- --- --- ---

You sat by the fountain, your palms rubbing at your sore red eyes. This was all stupid. Why did you let him affect you like this? Why couldn’t you have just walked away. 

The silence pressed against you harder with every passing second. A breeze drifted through and gently nudged your hair. 

With a quiet sigh, you pushed yourself to your feet. You turned around and towards the wall, wanting to cut across the courtyard —straight to your room. The temple courtyard buzzed with life. 

Clone troopers prepping transports, some snickering at their own banter and some gathering supplies. You used to have your own clones. Just like Anakin —his 501’st— and Obi-wan’s 212th. But you weren’t a Jedi Knight anymore. So you lost yours. You probably lost it just as fast as you left. The war continued. A new Knight would take your place. 

No one turned their heads towards you or stopped when you passed. Don’t think any of them noticed. 

Until one did. 

“Commander?” 

Commander?

No one had called you that for far too long. 

You whipped your head around. 

Captain Rex. 

Rex tucked his helmet under his arm, his mouth slightly agape, his armour dusty and his hair seemed blonder than you remembered. 

“Force,” he said, approaching slowly and blinking like he couldn’t believe it. “It really is you.”

You forced a smile on your face, suddenly hyper aware that your nose might’ve been equally as red as your eyes. “Rex.” You swallowed. 

And then a warm smile crept up his face. “Didn’t think we’d ever see you again.”

You smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Yeah, well. Things happened,” you tried to laugh it off. 

Rex shifted his helmet to his other hand, “word is that you will be joining us in our expeditions.” 

You narrowed your eyes at this, “us as in…?”

“General Skywalker,” he scratched his chin. “I think that includes General Kenobi’s 212th.”

You held back a groan and instead began to rub the skin under your lips anxiously. “Seriously?” You grumbled. 

“Seems like you guys know more than me,” You forced out an awkward chuckle. 

Rex shrugged, “word gets around fast around here.” And then with a cheeky smile, “I’m sure Sir was ecstatic to see you.”

“Anakin?” You questioned, taken aback.

“You know how he is. Wouldn’t say it outright, but…you could tell.” His voice more gentle now. “Every free second he had, he spent it with R2.” He added. “Thought he was fixing comm relays. But we knew.”

“He was still trying to reach you.”’

You felt your heart pang. You didn’t know what to say. Biting your lip, your brain scrambled to find anything to say. 

“Well…um…He was definitely-” You stuttered. “Emotional?”

So what the hell was the deal with Padme? Why did he have to make things so much more complicated for you than they already are. 

Force. 

Rex immediately sensed the way you uncomfortably shifted weights between your feet. To spare you, he changed the topic. His gaze grifted briefly to your untouched saber at your belt, then back up to your eyes. “You’re gonna be needed,” he said. “We’re spread thin. Too thin.”

You then looked at him, really looked at him.

This wasn’t about orders and pride from the council. It was about survival.

“It’s not the same,” you said, looking down. 

“No,” he agreed, his voice low. “But we’re not the same either.”

You glanced back at the Temple. Maybe you didn’t belong here. But you were needed. As much as you hated it, you had nowhere else to go. You already tried that. 

Before you could answer, a call crackled through Rex’s comms. He grimaced. 

“Gotta go,” he said, lifting his helmet and tucking it down under his chin. “But…it’s good to see you again. Really.”

“Likewise.” You shot him a small smile. 

He then turned away and jogged off. You stood there alone. Reality dawning upon you. You couldn’t ignore both Anakin and Obi-wan as much as you wanted to. You were all so close knit so of course they would place you under their supervision. 

Your shoulders slumped and you felt a ball of anxiety grow in your stomach. You weren’t excited for this. Not one bit. 

--- --- --- --- --- --- ---

Anakin’s boots echoed as they hit the durasteel floor in rhythmic taps. 

In his usual confidence, he walked with his shoulders set, one hand on a datapad, the other swinging at his side. His gloved fingers were twitching like they wanted to grab something more useful than a report. 

He didn’t look around or glance at the other hallways. He knew this level. 

Level 6, Cellblock.

Judicial Detention Center, Coruscant. 

It was the level where high risk detainees were kept. Prisoners of war. Assassins. Dev. 

The corridor was narrow and lined up with holding cells built for function, not comfort. White-blue lightning. A singular bed and just enough room to sit, pace and regret. 

His nose crinkled as the place reeked of sterilisation fluid. 

As Anakin passed cells, he couldn’t miss the people who muttered to themselves, rocking in place. The ones who were scarred and slouched against the wall, eyeing him carefully. 

Anakin didn’t break stride to look at them, he didn’t need to. His presence said enough. 

Glancing down at the datapad as he neared the end of the hall, he tapped against Dev’s record. 

Bounty: Two confirmed Jedi targets — dead or alive. 

Affiliation: Independent. Known associate ‘Ani’ (alias). 

He felt his mouth twitch. 

Anakin paused at the final cell. And inside was Dev. 

Dev who sat against the edge of his bed, his wrists bound in stun cuffs, his ankles chained to the floor. He didn’t look up right away. 

Grabbing something in his pocket, Anakin pulled out an ID tag and scanned the scanner. The cell door slid open with a hiss. And then he grabbed a chair with rough hands that was placed at the end of the hall, where a guard would most likely watch overnight. The chair scratched the floor as he pulled it in the cell. 

Anakin stepped in, his shoulders broad and his face unreadable. 

Dev finally looked up, neither of them smiled or showed any emotion. 

Anakin sat on the chair across from Dev, clearing his throat, ready to begin. 

“Full name, Dev Lowsyk, correct?”

Dev didn’t say anything. 

Anakin’s expression darkened. 

“Answer.”

Dev rolled his eyes. “How long will this take?”

“If you work with me then we won’t be longer than 10.”

Dev looked down, his chest rose up slowly. “Correct.” He then exhaled. 

“Age twenty-one?”

Dev nodded. 

“Left the order at 15, yadda yadda yadda…” Anakin scrolled through the datapad before pausing at his most recent history. 

“Bounties including specifically targeting Jedi. And the Corellia bombing.” Anakin looked up from his datapad, a stern look on his face. 

Dev shifted slightly. His jaw was bruised —no doubt from the temple guards that dragged him in— and his knee was wrapped in bandages. 

Anakin continued, his voice level. “Tell me who paid you.” 

“You’d think I’d tell you?” 

“It wasn’t a request.”

Dev gave a sharp breath through his nose. “Look, I don’t keep receipts, alright? I get the target and then I get my credits. That’s how it works.”

“You’re telling me you don’t know who you deal with?” Anakin’s eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, the datapad forgotten now.

“We don’t ask questions,” Dev shrugged, “they aren’t usually too eager to tell anyways.”

Anakin paused at the mention of ‘we’. 

“And Y/n?” Anakin felt himself tiptoeing around a topic he knew himself wouldn’t like. “Did she know about the bombing?”

Something flickered in Dev’s face. So imperceptible. But Anakin saw it. 

Dev’s lips twitched. “You mean, Ani?” Anakin felt his stomach twist at his nickname. At the alias you chose to have. “She didn’t know.”

Anakin didn’t blink. 

He felt the Force in the room thicken with tension. 

“Let’s talk about you two.” Anakin crossed his arms defensively. “Where did you meet, Y/n?”

“Jakku.” Dev answered honestly. “I helped her get out of her Jedi clothes. She seemed pretty useful so that’s how we ended up here.” 

Jakku?

That was where you had been all along? 

The most remote, lawless planet in the outer rim. Anakin wanted to hit himself because how couldn’t he have thought of that? It was a planet for refugees, outlaws, thieves. It was the most perfect place you could retreat to. Still, there were too many systems for him to pick but he just wished he could have done different. 

Anakin cleared his throat, trying to not it affect him in front of Dev. “She worked with you for over a year. You coordinated jobs together,” Anakin nodded to himself, trying to understand the picture. 

“We recently had our one year anniversary,” Dev corrected.

Anakin ignored him. “So why take her in at all?”

Dev huffed a dry breath. “It’s not every day you see a rogue Jedi.” Anakin didn’t say anything, but gave Dev a hard stare, not satisfied with his answer. 

“Look, I saw myself in her. She didn’t know who to trust. Didn’t care if she lived through the next week, but still she wanted to find her footing.” Dev leaned forward. “She had the skills, I needed an extra hand, she had nowhere else to go, so it worked out.”

Anakin’s throat tightened, but said nothing.

“It wasn’t anything romantic,” Dev added, a strand of his golden hair falling over his eye. “I respect her. I still do. And then Dev’s mouth curled downwards, in an expression Anakin could almost describe as disgust. “But not when she acts like a Jedi.” Dev referenced the moments when you would defend the Order as if they didn’t abandon both you and him. When he saw the way you immediately obeyed Anakin and Obi-wan after being found, it made him realise the flaws you had. 

Anakin allowed him to continue, watching the way Dev shook his head as if he wanted to forget about that part of you. “She would give credits back to the kids on the outer moons. Never kept any for herself.��

Dev went quiet for a moment as if he was thinking. Then casually—

“She used to have this old comm receiver. Beat to hell. It never left her wrist.” 

Anakin’s head lifted, his eyes widened in slow realisation. “And what did she do with it?” He asked carefully. 

Dev watched Anakin with a growing smirk, like he was a predator and Anakin was the prey. Dev knew which buttons to push. 

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? She used to listen to your messages. Quiet little habit. Helped her fall asleep, I think.” Dev shrugged it off.

Anakin didn’t speak. He couldn’t. 

His jaw clenched hard and his teeth ached. His grip on the datapad was so tight it could almost crush underneath his white knuckles. His stomach twisted in knots and he suddenly felt very nauseous. It wasn’t because he didn’t believe Dev — but because he did. 

Because Anakin knew the way you would sleep. 

Anakin knew that you needed something to hold. Something to ground you. Whether he would spend the night in your room —your arms around his chest— or when you missed his voice when he was away, he would send you encrypted voice messages. 

You heard him. This entire time. 

Anakin stood slowly, trying his hardest to keep a neutral expression on his face. He didn’t want Dev to think that it affected him. 

“Where are you going?” Dev asked coyly. 

“I think our time is done here.” And without letting Dev have another word in, he made his way out the cell door. 

The door slid shut behind him with a hiss. 

Anakin didn’t stop walking and he most certainly didn’t look back. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe either.

Dev’s words replayed in his head over and over again. 

Anakin turned a corner and into the turbolift, wanting to get out of here as fast as he could. He wanted to punch a wall but instead he closed his eyes. 

Anakin had spent a year telling himself you didn’t care, that you had moved on, that you didn’t miss him at all. 

And now — now it was a shitty truth in his hands and he didn’t know what to do with it. 

He didn’t know anymore. 

Maybe he could call Padme? Padme knew how he felt about you. Especially while you were away. But now that you were back in the picture, it felt like he couldn’t. Like the problem was here, head on, and not tucked away in the corners of his heart and mind.

He wanted to sleep. 

He wanted to forget about you. 

Forget about everything you two had together.

Forget about the kind, sweet girl he grew to love.

He had wished he argued against Obi-wan and not taken this task. 

That night, Anakin didn’t go to bed. Instead, he stared blankly at the endless lights of Coruscant. 

The city didn’t care.

The war didn’t stop. 

And he would still be expected to turn up at 0800 sharp. 

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Anakin was already there when the doors opened. Already aching in places he couldn’t name. 

The mission hall buzzed with tension. Multiple holomaps hovered mid air, showing different systems, landmarks and terrains. 

You walked in but dressed differently. Dressed like a commander. 

Across the room, clones murmured strategy amongst themselves. Both part of Anakin and Obi-wan’s army. 

Anakin stood near the front, his arms crossed against his chest and his jaw tight. He wouldn’t look at you directly. He never wanted to look at you. His heart burned every time he met your gaze and he would feel his throat tighten up. He still could still feel your palm lingering against his chest, pushing him away in anger. You didn’t even want to look at him. After the things he had said to you, how could you? It was clear enough he had changed. This wasn’t the same Anakin you grew to love. The Anakin you knew would have come to you at the late of night to apologise, gently taking you into his arms. But you didn’t know that such a thing was not part of Anakin’s agenda anymore. Certainly not after learning that you didn’t care as much as Anakin wanted you to. 

Obi-wan paced between the holomaps, gesturing and talking to Cody. No one looked at you directly. You could feel it. Questions buzzing around the room. 

Why is she here? 

What is she now?

You’re not a Jedi anymore?

Obi-wan and Cody went over usual protocols, debriefing the team on what was to be done.

“The final sweep team for Saleucami will leave within the hour,” Obi-wan said, his voice steady. “L/n, you’ll accompany Commander Rex’s division.” Obi-wan broke you out of your trance. 

You gave a short nod. And beside Obi-wan, Anakin shifted just slightly. The subtle roll of his shoulders. 

Cody glanced at you, and then back down at the map, and then back at you. Like he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate. Raising his hand and enlarging a certain point on the hologram, he inhaled. 

“Commander, L/n. If you have worked there before-” he subtly referenced your ‘past’, "- we’d value your expertise.” 

The words were polite. Measured. Although, you suddenly felt on the spot. There was still some chatter amongst the other soldiers yet it felt like you were the center of attention.

You’ve been there once —with Dev— not exactly on Jedi business. 

“I mean, sure-” You walked up towards the magnified holo of the terrain, adjusting your glove absently. 

You inhaled deeply before beginning, "the west flank has collapsed terrain,” you pointed towards the ridgeline. “It’s narrow and we aren’t able to see much, but it's defensible if we can take it before dusk.” You said calmly.

Planning and strategising like this wasn’t new to you, you had done it a million times with your own troops, the troops here and with Obi-wan and Anakin. 

“The main risk is the drop off here.” You circled a cliffside on the eastern shelf. “It's too deep for us to scale on our own so if we set charges at the middle of all of that..." You hummed, licking your lips. "We can collapse the exit and trap anyone trying to come in from the south.”

“If we push Rex’s squad through the north pass at-”

“-Or,” Anakin snapped. “We don’t risk sending people into a canyon you’ve only seen from the wrong side of the war.”

The words immediately died in your mouth and the room fell silent. You stared at him and you didn’t even register the way Obi-wan’s head turned sharply towards him. Every clone fell silent and even the holomap flickered like it wanted to disappear. 

All you saw was him. Anakin. In all his glory. 

He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. 

The fury. 

The hurt. 

He couldn’t hide it after feeling another betrayal from you. 

You hadn’t even realised your arm was outstretched pointing to the map. You forced it down slowly, eyeing Anakin very carefully. 

“Excuse me?” You blinked. 

Anakin stepped forward. “That plan is reckless and arrogant.”

“I’ve led strikes like this before.”

“How long ago?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I know the terrain. I’m not just guessing-”

“You’re not a Jedi anymore.”

Silence. 

Rex looked down awkwardly, feeling the tension in the air. He felt torn between defending you and protecting his general. 

Kix busied himself with the holomap, beginning to adjust the map for no reason but to do something. And Cody pretended as if he wasn’t listening, fiddling with his helmet. 

You audibly scoffed, feeling the tips of your ears turn red. You opened your mouth to respond but Obi-wan stepped in just as fast. 

“Anakin.” He warned firmly. 

“I was given just as much authority by the Council to help lead this mission.” You defended yourself. 

“You’re not cleared yet. You’re here under supervision.” He said, his voice low. 

Your throat closed but you stayed standing.

Obi-wan stepped forward again, wanting to diffuse the situation. “Anakin, that's enough.” Obi-wan had a hard look on his face. 

Red —poor Rex— looked like he wanted to sink into the floor, glancing at you and then immediately away. 

You felt every eye in the room digging at your skin. You stood there frozen. Shocked that Anakin had embarrassed you this badly in front of your own people. 

Obi-wan broke the silence diplomatically. “Commander Rex, if you would please assign a recon detail to L/n and prepare for the shuttle.”

Rex straightened and immediately nodded, “Of course, Sir.” He said, eager to leave the room. The other clones busied themselves and maps began to blink out as they also aimed for the door. 

Anakin didn’t say anything else but stare at you across the room. His chest heaving and a glare on his face. 

And as you turned to leave the room, you still felt him shoot daggers at your back. 

While the room filed out, Obi-wan looked over at Anakin disappointed. This was not at all how he raised his padawan. 

“You crossed a line,” Obi-wan finally said, watching Anakin’s jaw tighten. “And you know it.” 

His lips parted, wanting to defend himself in fury, but Obi-wan didn’t let him.

“You humiliated her in front of the entire command council,” he continued. “You humiliated yourself.”

Anakin pushed his arms closer to himself and he looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. “She deserved it,” he muttered. 

Obi-wan’s gaze hardened. “No.” He said sharply. “She didn’t.”

Anakin whipped his head around to look at Obi-wan, his eyes blazing. “She heard everything, Master! All that time I tried to talk to her through my comms —like you suggested—” he pointed at Obi-wan, “she heard them! She doesn’t care.”

“How can we let her back in here like nothing happened? She–” he stopped himself. The words snagging in his throat like it would hurt too much to finish. 

Obi-wan took a step closer to Anakin. Master and apprentice. Obi-wan couldn’t miss the way Anakin’s hands shook ever so slightly. He saw the grief under all that rage. And Obi-wan knew, he knew how much it would hurt him to find out something like that. He was the one who suggested it. He told him to keep trying and he did. He also knew when Anakin had given up on it. 

“You’re angry,” he said softly, “I understand.” 

Anakin laughed bitterly, his boots squeaking against the polished floor as he fidgeted. “You don’t understand.”

“She was ours,” Anakin said quietly. “She was our friend.”

Pain flickered across Obi-wan’s features. He too yearned for the old days. 

“I know,” he said. 

Silence. 

“Hurting her won’t undo the pain you’re carrying. It never does.”

Anakin said nothing, just looked down at his shoes as if the answer was plastered there. Obi-wan inhaled deeply, slightly relieved that he had calmed down. 

“You owe her an apology,” Obi-wan gently said.

Anakin didn’t react. He didn’t agree nor disagree. He just stared down, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.

Obi-wan watched him for a long moment. Anakin looked like the child he once was after being scolded by his master. He saw the boy he raised. And the man he was becoming. 

With that, Obi-wan left the room and left Anakin to stand alone in the silence. 

a/n: YAAYY new chp guys better days r coming TRUST MEEE anakin wont forever be like this 😭😭😭😭hope yall liked it mwah omg also some credit to @k-n-e that whole dev and ani scene was like a light bulb moment i had to add it in hehe omg one more thing i hope that last part wasn't rushed or anything i just dont wanna bore u guys 😩

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[drvoos]

you remembered that exact day your life changed for the worst. the day the jedi order fell, the day order 66 was executed, the day you lost your family, the day you lost your master. you were a mere padawan, still clinging to anakins robes on those tough missions. the same padawan who would run to anakins room in the middle of the night after a nightmare. the same padawan who trailed behind padme as if she was your mother and you were her child. the same padawan who swore to keep your mouth shut when anakin told you he and padme were married and expecting. the same padawan who was innocent and whose only worry was what was for lunch.

now, you stood in front of the person responsible for your pain. the person who you had loved all those years ago, and the person who had took you as their padawan even when they needed not. only, he wasn’t the same. the man standing in front of you wasn’t your master, wasn’t anakin. he was a monster all dressed in black. his red saber that was once blue now hissed menacingly as it awaited by his side. you couldn’t see his eyes, but you imagined they were yellow and cruel. no, the man in front of you wasn’t your master. he was a sith lord.

“please,” you whimpered, salty tears staining your face mixing with the grime. you didn’t know what you were begging him for. whether it was begging for your life or begging him to come back to you. “master.”

“your master died a long time ago. he died by my hands, as will you.” his voice was no longer the voice you knew. anakins voice was soft yet serious, a comforting noise in a world of pain. now his voice was distorted. there was malice and hate. only a further reminder that the man in front of you was no longer a friendly voice. the friendly voice that would hum you to sleep.

behind you your broken com chirped back to life. you could make out a faint trace of obi-wan asking where you are, yet you made no effort to answer him. vaders head turned slightly as if he was waiting for you to do something.

it was all too much. your life held no meaning now. your master — the person whom you loved and looked up to more than anyone else — would be the person to end your life. it was at that point you made your decision. extinguishing your blade, you threw it at his feet.

“im glad it will be you, then.”

obi-wan would never find your body.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ let me love you like a woman ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ obi-wan kenobi x tatooine!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place following the events of revenge of the sith, where obi-wan kenobi is in exile on tatooine. i hope you enjoy reading! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ the twins suns burned high, an oppressive white orb and molten star hanging in a sky bleached of all color, and the scorching sand outside your family’s shop shimmered akin to heated glass. mos espa breathed slow in the midday lull, its usual clamor hushed beneath the burden of the heat. only the fools or the desperate braved the streets now, those with credits to chase, or errands to run, or no home worth hiding in.

˚ ༘♡ you were behind the counter alone, the air inside dry but not quite suffocating, cooled just enough by the old condenser hissing gently in the corner. your mother had gone to barter for oils at the distillery two stalls down, and the shop, lined with bolts of cloth, spools of thread, sun-bleached leather satchels and imported moisture filters, rested in your care for the day.

˚ ༘♡ you wore ivory-white, the fabric was gauzy, sheer in the sleeves and hem, trimmed with pale gold thread and small mother-of-pearl beads that clicked when you moved. the heat was no match for the thin layers, and you relished the lightness, how it made you feel almost unreal, like some desert mirage wafting through your family’s simple walls. and you knew how you looked. it wasn’t vanity, it was fact. your skin gleamed in the sun, your hair loose, a sheen of sweat catching along your collarbone where it dipped into your dress. you knew what the boys in the square whispered when they saw you. you simply didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ but him. he was different.

˚ ༘♡ you knew the shape of him before you saw it. of middling height, cloaked in rough robes that hadn’t been tailored in years, boots worn to the sole. he moved like a man who did not want to be perceived, who took no pride in posture, who walked with a quietness that only came from someone who had spent too long alone.

˚ ༘♡ the old wooden chime rattled as the door creaked open, and when you looked up from the counter, there he was. kenobi.

˚ ༘♡ you had only ever heard him addressed like that, “mr. kenobi,” when your father was being formal, or just “kenobi,” in the clipped, disinterested tones of market vendors who didn’t care much for names unless they owed you money. no one knew much about him. he lived past the edge of the dune sea, near the cliffs, in one of the carved-out stone huts that had belonged to the miners before the sands took them. he kept to himself. came down once or twice a month, sometimes less. bought little, said even less. no family, no friends, no history anyone could confirm. only a man with tired eyes and sun-leathered skin, who worked part-time at the meat station carving carcasses with a precision that never quite fit the rest of his appearance.

˚ ༘♡ “kenobi,” you said with a soft smile, brushing the wisps of your hair back and standing straighter. not too formal. not too familiar. merely enough to catch his eye.

˚ ༘♡ his gaze lifted slowly. beneath the shadow of his hood, his face was the same as always, quiet, drawn, unreadable. but something in the eyes flickered. pale blue. duller than they used to be, you imagined, but still sharp beneath the troubles within. not unkind. just… unreachable.

˚ ༘♡ “miss,” he said, voice low. dry, like gravel turned over in a hand. he nodded once in greeting, then looked to the shelves.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t speak immediately. didn’t rush him. you’d learned, over the past year or so, when he’d happen to appear, that he hated questions. hated chatter. but he never left without a word if you were the one behind the counter. there was something in your presence, something in your voice, or your serenity, or perhaps just your curiosity, that he never quite refused.

˚ ༘♡ “looking for anything in particular?” you asked, letting the hem of your sleeve drift along the counter’s edge. the fabric glimmered softly in the light.

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated, and then, with a slight shift of his hand, pulled a list from his pocket. creased. small. you stepped forward to take it, brushing your fingers over his as you did, feigning casualness. his hand jerked slightly at the contact, not violent, but startled. like he hadn’t expected warmth.

˚ ༘♡ you pretended not to notice.

˚ ༘♡ the list was simple. thread. canisters for water storage. a replacement coil for a condenser unit. nothing lavish. nothing even remotely indulgent. all of it mundane, all of it necessary. the kind of list made by someone who spent most of his days thinking only about survival.

˚ ༘♡ you glanced at it, then back at him. “we’ve got most of this. thread’s in the back, though. i’ll have to grab it for you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded again. “thank you.”

˚ ༘♡ no smile. no change in his expression. but he was still watching you, and that was enough to provoke something in your heart.

˚ ༘♡ you moved through the curtains behind the counter and into the backroom, biting your lip, the heat following you like a second skin. he was handsome, even if the desert had worn him down. handsome in a way that wasn’t youthful or polished, but weary. carved from stone. a man who had suffered something he would never speak of aloud. and yet… you couldn’t help it. every time he came in, something in you stirred like a story waiting to be told.

˚ ༘♡ you returned with the thread, letting the beads on your sleeves chime faintly as you walked. “this’ll hold for repairs,” you said, setting the spool down gently before him. “strong, too. doesn’t fray.”

˚ ༘♡ he picked it up, turned it once in his hand. “that’ll do.”

˚ ༘♡ he did not compliment you. he did not flirt, or even linger. but when your eyes met his again, there was something behind them. recognition. a kind of restrained gentleness. and beneath that, you sensed it again, the weight of something vast and terrible. the sorrow of a man who had lost everything but was alive enough to feel the ache.

˚ ༘♡ “how’s the station?” you asked, more softly this time.

˚ ༘♡ “untroubled.”

˚ ༘♡ you veered your head. “you don’t like questions, do you?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened. then, after a pause, “no.”

˚ ༘♡ you smiled at that. “i’ll remember that.”

˚ ༘♡ and for the briefest moment, his gaze did not look away. it stayed on yours, searching, tired, cautious. but not cold.

˚ ༘♡ you gave him the total. he paid in imperial credits, all properly counted. he did not make excuses or offer barter, simply accepted the number as it was. and when he turned to leave, you let your voice follow him, softer than before.

˚ ༘♡ “come back sooner next time, sir. i get bored with the scorching sand and uncivilized creatures as company.”

˚ ༘♡ he paused at the door. the light framed him in gold. he did not look back.

˚ ༘♡ yet you saw it, the barest incline of his head. like acknowledgment. like thanks.

˚ ༘♡ and then he was gone.

˚ ༘♡ you waited five full minutes.

˚ ༘♡ five minutes of pretending to rearrange the baskets. five minutes of glancing at the empty street beyond the shutters. five minutes of pretending you were not already gathering your courage like folds of your sheer skirt, not already bracing yourself for something unwise. no one had come by. the heat still reigned. your mother was still at the distillery, your father still at the hangar. and kenobi, he was already disappearing into the blinding light beyond the plaza, heading out toward the low hills of sand that marked the beginning of nowhere.

˚ ༘♡ so you did something reckless.

˚ ༘♡ you flipped the “closed” sign, ducked beneath the counter, and slipped out the side door. you didn’t lock it. you didn’t leave a note. you simply went.

˚ ༘♡ sand tugged at your slippers, the wind catching at the hem of your gauzy dress, turning it into streamers of white and gold behind you. your shawl fluttered loosely over your shoulders as you picked your way through the narrow alley behind the shop and emerged into the outskirts of mos espa. no one saw. or if they did, no one cared. maybe they thought you were off to visit a friend. or chasing someone. which, in a way, was true.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi was far ahead by then, a lone figure drifting over the dunes, headed away from the town like a ghost returning to its tomb. he moved steadily, not fast, not slow, just with the practiced gait of someone who had made this journey too many times to count. he didn’t notice you.

˚ ༘♡ you followed at a distance, heart loud in your chest, half expecting him to turn around at any moment and catch you in the act. but he never did. he just kept walking. farther and farther from civilization, from stalls and shouting and spice-sellers and moisture farmers, from everything that tied you to the world you knew.

˚ ༘♡ you had always wondered what he did out here. the hermit beyond the dune sea, they called him. stay away, your parents had said. men like that don’t come to town unless they need something. and you don’t want to know what they’ve done to end up that way.

˚ ༘♡ but you had wanted to know. desperately.

˚ ༘♡ the ground rose gently beneath your feet as you climbed the low ridge where he had gone. by now, the market was a distant haze. here, the world was empty and gold, a vast stretch of sand and sky. the atmosphere was thick. only the wind moved.

˚ ༘♡ and then you saw him.

˚ ༘♡ he was just the crest, sitting beside a cluster of jagged rock formations, his cloak drawn around him, not to guard from cold, but perhaps to guard from memory. his shoulders were hunched forward slightly, his hands clasped. his face was turned away from the sun, but you could see the line of his jaw, the vague downward curve of his mouth. and for the first time, you saw not just mystery, not merely enigmatic allure or rugged charm.

˚ ༘♡ you saw sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ not simple grief. devastation. the kind of sadness that hollowed out the soul. that silenced men. that turned warriors into wraiths.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t cry. he didn’t move. but the look on his face…

˚ ༘♡ something ached in you.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he was listening to something no one else could hear. like he was waiting for a voice that would never come. the wind stirred the edges of his cloak and rustled his uncut, auburn hair, but he remained still. so still, you almost believed he was made of stone.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t step closer. you stayed hidden behind the rocks, breath caught in your throat, unsure what you had expected but knowing it hadn’t been this.

˚ ༘♡ you thought you’d find answers.

˚ ༘♡ you found a man grieving something far too large to speak aloud.

˚ ༘♡ and it made your heart twist, not out of pity, but something else. the same thing you’d felt when he touched your hand in the shop. the same thing you felt whenever his eyes flicked over your face, too quickly to be anything but deliberate.

˚ ༘♡ you whispered, barely loud enough for the wind to carry.

˚ ༘♡ “…what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t hear. or maybe he did, and he just had nothing left to say.

˚ ༘♡ you stayed there, beneath the twin suns, watching the man the galaxy had long since forgotten.

˚ ༘♡ and for the first time, you understood why he lived alone. why he spoke so little. why your parents had warned you away.

˚ ༘♡ not because he was dangerous.

˚ ༘♡ but because he was broken. and maybe he was beyond repair, too far gone in desolation to be saved.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, even now, especially now, something in you ached to try.

˚ ༘♡ you weren’t even trying to get closer. not really. you only meant to shift your footing, to find a better place to crouch, to watch without being seen, to satisfy the reckless ache in your chest without pushing your luck.

˚ ༘♡ but the sand beneath the ridge was loose. your slipper grated against the coarse sand. your ankle contorted. and before you could catch yourself, the ground rushed up fast and sharp beneath you.

˚ ༘♡ you landed hard on the side of your knee, right against an outcrop of jagged rock hidden beneath the dune’s surface. pain seared red-hot through your leg, a tearing, ugly kind of pain that wasn’t just a scrape, it dug in, sharp enough to punch the breath from your lungs and make your vision bloom black around the edges.

˚ ༘♡ you gasped, and then you cried out. it wasn’t a scream, a sound ripped straight from your throat, raw and involuntary and sharp with pain.

˚ ༘♡ you clutched your leg, hand stained crimson against blood already seeping through the fabric. the gash was deep, slashing through the muscle in a way that made your stomach churn. the kind of wound that wasn’t going to clot on its own.

˚ ༘♡ and before you could even attempt to rise, before you could hide the stupid, childish mistake you’d just made, you heard it.

˚ ༘♡ footsteps. brisk. precise. heavy against the sand.

˚ ༘♡ you looked up, expecting fury. expecting a storm.

˚ ༘♡ you found him.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi stood over you, robes whipping in the wind, cerulean eyes fixed on yours with something unreadable in their pale depths. not anger. not exactly. something taut. something pulled tight between alarm and discretion.

˚ ༘♡ you opened your mouth to explain, to apologize, to say anything.

˚ ༘♡ but then he knelt.

˚ ༘♡ “let me see it,” he said, already pulling a fold of his outer robe free, already reaching for your injured leg.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked, stunned.

˚ ༘♡ “what…?”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re bleeding,” he said flatly. not unkindly. focused. “deeply.”

˚ ༘♡ “i didn’t mean to… i was only trying to…” you winced, teeth clenched as his fingers found the edge of the torn fabric. “i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t have followed you, i wanted…”

˚ ༘♡ “stop talking.” it wasn’t cruel. it was the voice of a man who had seen worse than this. much worse. his hands were steady, rough-palmed but gentle, and his brow furrowed with concentration as he pressed the fabric to the wound. “you’re going into shock. breathe slowly.”

˚ ༘♡ you did. because something about the way he said it left no room for refusal.

˚ ༘♡ the blood was soaking fast, and you saw the frown that flickered across his face. you weren’t imagining the tension in his shoulders, the way he exhaled through his nose, as if trying to smother the heat beneath his skin.

˚ ༘♡ “does it hurt here?” he asked, fingers trailing just above the torn edge. your leg jerked involuntarily.

˚ ༘♡ “yes,” you hissed. “sorry… yes.”

˚ ༘♡ “don’t apologize.” his voice was soothing now. almost soft. “try and relax.”

˚ ༘♡ he tore another strip of cloth from his robe. his fingers worked fast, binding it tight with an efficiency that betrayed a history you didn’t know, of medpacs and battlefield wounds and makeshift triage in places far from here. he tied it off. it wasn’t pretty. but it was secure.

˚ ༘♡ you watched him as he leaned back, hands braced beside your leg, his head angled only narrowly.

˚ ༘♡ his hair was tangled with sweat. his jaw unshaven. and yet there was something beautiful about the way he looked at you in that instance, not as a burden. not as a foolish girl who trespassed where she didn’t belong. but as a person. as someone in pain. as someone he wanted to help.

˚ ༘♡ “…you’re not angry?” you asked, your voice barely above the wind.

˚ ༘♡ he blinked. the corners of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile. more like surprise.

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he said, finally. “but you shouldn’t have followed me.”

˚ ༘♡ “i know.”

˚ ༘♡ “this isn’t a place for…”

“for what?” your eyes held his. “for stupid girls who ask too many questions?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw flexed.

˚ ༘♡ “for people who haven’t seen war,” he said, after a long pause. “for people who still think the world is kind.”

˚ ༘♡ the words landed more forceful than you expected. but you didn’t look away.

˚ ༘♡ “i don’t think the world is kind,” you said.

˚ ༘♡ his gaze dipped. to your wound. to the vermillion blood leaking between the translucent fabric. to your dress, white and gilded, stained now with desert dust and red.

˚ ༘♡ “…you should go home,” he said. “once you can walk.”

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t move. neither did you.

˚ ༘♡ you were too close now. his hands hovered near your leg. his knee brushed yours through the fabric. and the wind had grown quieter, the sun slanting low, washing him in the rays of the sun akin to the ruins of a statue no one had dared to bury.

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, heart suddenly loud.

˚ ༘♡ “you live out here all alone,” you said, barely a whisper. “why?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes didn’t meet yours. not yet. but the silence between you bent beneath the weight of the question.

˚ ༘♡ and for the first time, you saw it again, the sorrow. raw and endless. buried beneath a mask of duty. something sacred that had been shattered and never remade.

˚ ༘♡ “because i have to,” he said.

˚ ༘♡ and you understood, even if you didn’t know why.

˚ ༘♡ nonetheless, you said delicately, “you don’t have to be alone forever.”

˚ ༘♡ and this time, when his eyes locked onto yours, they stayed.

˚ ༘♡ you sat beneath the long shadow of the ridge, your leg bound in rough cloth and streaked with red, the sting of it slowly dulling into something hot and deep. the pain was real, but it had altered, muted by the ache that now pierced somewhere else entirely. somewhere beneath your ribs.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi hadn’t spoken again. not after he’d wrapped your leg. not after he’d said you should go. he had simply sat beside you, silent and distant, the wind tousling his hair as if to remind you how far from home you’d come. his body was still, posture controlled, but his thoughts, his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. you could feel it, heavy in the air between you. he was somewhere else entirely. somewhere you couldn’t reach.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, you tried.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t have to be so distant,” you murmured finally, the words fragile in the vast quiet of the desert. “i know you didn’t ask me to follow you. i know it was stupid. but i’m not sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t turn to face you. but his hands, those steady, calloused hands, curled somewhat in his lap.

˚ ༘♡ you looked down at your leg, at the blood soaking through his robe’s fabric. “i just wanted to know why you always look so… so sad. why you never talk to anyone. why you disappear.”

˚ ༘♡ kenobi gave no answer.

˚ ༘♡ “but now i see it’s more than that,” you said, your voice straining with emotion you didn’t fully understand. “you look like someone who’s been through something no one else could survive.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders grew rigid.

˚ ༘♡ and finally, he turned. not quickly. not sharply. but slowly, as though it pained him to meet your gaze.

˚ ༘♡ when he did, you almost wished he hadn’t. because the misery in his expression was unbearable. not cruel. not angry. but filled with something older than grief. remorse. resolve. restraint. something carved into the marrow of a man who had once been something else, someone else, and had buried that self in the sand years ago.

˚ ༘♡ “you shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. “you don’t understand what you’re walking into.”

˚ ༘♡ “then help me understand,” you said. “i’m not afraid of you.”

˚ ༘♡ “you should be.”

˚ ༘♡ “why?” your voice cracked. “you’re not like the others. not like the ones who leer at me in the market, or spit at the sand because i won’t smile for them. they scare me. but you…”

˚ ༘♡ he cut you off, gently. “i am not what you think i am.”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re kind. and you didn’t have to be. not to me.”

˚ ༘♡ “that doesn’t make me good.”

˚ ༘♡ “then tell me what does.” your voice caught as your fingers clutched your gown, crumpling the sheer fabric where it pooled around your knee. “tell me why you live out here like a ghost. why everyone calls you the hermit. why you look at the horizon like you’re waiting to die.”

˚ ༘♡ he flinched. it was slight. but it was there.

˚ ༘♡ you softened then. not out of pity. out of wanting. wanting to be let in. wanting him to let himself speak. just once.

˚ ༘♡ but instead, he exhaled, long and slow, and stood. his shadow fell over you. he looked taller when he did. broader. older.

˚ ༘♡ more like a myth than a man.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re young,” he said, not unkindly. “you see what you want to see. you believe that there’s good in everyone. you think… because i helped you, that it means something.”

˚ ༘♡ you looked up at him, chin lifted, defiant even through the pain.

˚ ༘♡ “it does mean something.”

˚ ༘♡ his expression ebbed scarcely. not from anger. from something closer to sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ “i can’t give you the answers you’re looking for,” he said. “there are things i’ve done, things i’ve seen, that no one should have to carry. i’ve buried people i loved. failed people who depended on me. i’ve lived through the fall of something that once stood for peace, and watched it crumble into war and ruin. and every day since then, i’ve woken up alone. because that is what i deserve.”

˚ ༘♡ the solemnity that followed was deafening.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked hard, your throat tightening.

˚ ༘♡ “that’s not true.”

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t know me.”

˚ ༘♡ “i see you.”

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he said, quieter now. “you see a man who held your hand when you were bleeding. you see someone who speaks warmly because he’s forgotten how to shout. but that doesn’t make me righteous. it makes me tired.”

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, heart stinging in a way your knee didn’t.

˚ ༘♡ “i still trust you, kenobi.”

˚ ༘♡ he closed his eyes.

˚ ༘♡ the wind moved between you again. the sand danced in lazy spirals around his boots. and when he opened them, he looked at you, not as a stranger, not as a young girl , but as someone he wished had never stepped into his life. not because he didn’t want you there.

˚ ༘♡ but because he couldn’t bear it.

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll take you back,” he said. “when your leg stops bleeding.”

˚ ༘♡ you started to nod, but he kept speaking.

˚ ༘♡ and then,” he said, voice stripped of everything but control, “you’ll forget me.”

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught.

˚ ༘♡ “kenobi…”

˚ ༘♡ “you’ll go home. you’ll tell your mother you slipped on a rock. you’ll forget my face. you’ll forget this place. and the next time someone says my name in town, you won’t look up.”

˚ ༘♡ you shook your head slowly, eyes glassy.

˚ ༘♡ “i can’t…”

˚ ༘♡ “you must.” his voice didn’t rise, but it grew sharper. not callous, never callous, but firm, like he was building a wall between you and him brick by brick, and hating himself for every one. “you deserve to be happy. to care for someone who isn’t carrying the end of the galaxy in his guilt and shame.”

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t respond. couldn’t. not with words.

˚ ༘♡ so you just looked at him, body trembling, pain blooming somewhere far deeper than the wound in your knee.

˚ ༘♡ and he looked at you, too.

˚ ༘♡ as though he wanted to remember you.

˚ ༘♡ just once.

˚ ༘♡ before he had to let you go.

a/n: this is my official trial to be the kenobi fanfiction writer for tumblr!! please let me know if you have anymore requests for obi-wan kenobi, he is definitely my favorite star wars character!!! 🤍

[speaknowgirl3184]

omg can I pls request a fic where anakin does turn to the dark side but then sees the twins he has with the reader and tries to idk redeem himself? with like a shit ton of angst but then a little light of hope in the end

im really bad at explaining what exactly the request really Is but u get the gist of it😭

Ashes To Stars

Unburnt! Darth Vader x female reader

As the galaxy burns under the Empire’s shadow, a lost love and hidden children may be the only light strong enough to reach what remains of Anakin Skywalker.

Warning: ANGST, Major character death, killings, death, funeral, gore, kinda war. (Let me know if there is anything else).

Word Count: 2.2k

Masterlist

Before

The Jedi Temple burned behind you, its flames licking the Mustafar skyline like fingers of hell reaching toward the heavens. A grotesque parody of a funeral pyre, for hope, for peace, for everything the Jedi Order once stood for.

You had arrived too late.

Smoke thick as mourning shrouds coiled around the great stone pillars, charring once-pristine walls with soot and sorrow. You stumbled through the carnage, boots slipping in blood and ash, the stench of death clinging to your robes and searing itself into your lungs.

Tiny bodies, so many of them, scattered like broken dolls on the marble floor. Limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Faces frozen in fear. Lightsabers still gripped in small, trembling hands that would never grow strong enough to wield them again.

You dropped to your knees beside one of the younglings, brushing a strand of hair from their wide, glassy eyes. You bit down a sob.

“Anakin,” you gasped, your voice hoarse from smoke and disbelief. “Anakin, where are you?”

No answer came.

Only silence.

Then—

Snap-hiss.

The hum of a lightsaber igniting echoed in the ruined hall like a war drum.

A blade, red as spilled blood, pierced the gloom.

Your eyes lifted.

And there he stood.

Your Anakin… and yet not.

His silhouette emerged from the shadows like a nightmare carved from obsidian. Cloaked in darkness, his saber casting hellish light across the smoldering temple, he looked more wraith than man. His face was impassive, carved from stone, but those eyes—

Gone was the sun-gold warmth that once danced in his gaze when he looked at you.

Now his irises burned a molten amber, twin infernos of hate and agony and something worse than rage—emptiness.

“Anakin?” Your voice cracked, nearly drowned by the crackling of flames and the weight of the moment. You took a step forward. “What have you done?”

He didn’t speak.

Only stared.

You wanted to reach for him. Wanted to believe this was a trick, a vision, some dark Force illusion. But the truth lay around you, splattered on the floor in crimson and silence.

Your hand hovered over your lightsaber hilt. You didn’t draw it.

He did.

He was trying to kill you.

And some twisted part of you understood why. Because you knew him. Knew the guilt would rot him alive if he let you live. You were the last piece of the old Anakin. The last witness.

If you lived, he couldn't hide from what he'd become.

He wouldn't let that happen.

Not willingly.

You survived. Barely.

It took everything, every drop of strength, every trick Obi-Wan ever taught you, every prayer you’d never believed in, to get away.

Mustafar nearly finished the job.

Lava scorched the sky, a mirror to the fire that had swallowed the Temple. You collapsed on blackened rock, your body broken, saber gone, breath shallow and wet with blood. You remembered the smell of burning flesh, his screams, and the stench of betrayal seeping into your skin like poison.

You had seen him fall.

And you had still reached for him.

“Please, come back. You don’t have to do this.”

“You’re a liar.” “I loved you.”

“You killed everything we ever were.”

He hadn’t hesitated. Not then.

You crawled away from that planet half-dead, dragging yourself aboard a stolen ship, your limbs barely responding, the pain a constant roar in your ears.

You didn’t know how long you drifted in space, slipping in and out of consciousness. Sometimes you screamed. Sometimes you prayed.

And sometimes you whispered his name.

Anakin.

Anakin.

Anakin.

But he didn’t answer.

Not until the Force began whispering back.

Not until you felt it—a pulse, faint but persistent. A flicker of life inside your broken body.

It started as a warmth low in your belly, a tiny flutter like a star being born. You thought it was the pain, a hallucination.

Until the Force wrapped around you like a breath.

Two heartbeats.

Not just your own.

You were pregnant.

And that was the moment the last piece of you shattered.

You wept for Anakin Skywalker.

The man who had died with his hands soaked in the blood of the future.

The man who would never hold his children.

The man you loved more than anything.

Even now.

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Years Later

The Outer Rim was harsh, but you raised your children in its shadows. Two of them, twins. Luke, steady and protective, with his father’s quiet strength. Leia, fierce and luminous, her eyes full of fire and stars.

You told them stories of the Jedi. You told them of a man named Anakin Skywalker, who blazed through the galaxy like a supernova, too bright, too fast, trying to hold back fate with bare, bleeding hands. But you never spoke of Darth Vader.

But the war never truly ended for you. You moved often. You taught them to hide, to bury their power. The Force pulsed strong in both, and the galaxy was no place for children of Skywalker blood.

You dreamed of him sometimes. The man with sun-touched curls and a smile that softened even your darkest days. The one who kissed your bruised knuckles after battle and promised that if there was ever a peace, he’d build you a home on Naboo.

Sometimes, even now, you still woke up crying.

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Now

The Empire was relentless. It never stopped hunting.

You were a fracture in its foundation. A splinter of the past the Emperor never managed to crush beneath his boot. A memory wrapped in flesh. A threat.

So it was only a matter of time.

Vader found you on Dantooine.

The wind was sharp that morning. The sun low and veiled by ash-grey clouds. The cold arrived first. Then the silence.

Then the dread.

You barely had time to usher the children into the underground chamber, heart hammering, before the bunker doors blew inward with a metallic shriek.

They came in like a flood, stormtroopers, faceless and ruthless, shouting orders you didn’t hear as they seized your arms and forced you to your knees in the dust. Your cheek scraped the stone floor, blood smearing your lip. You didn’t struggle. There was no point. You could already feel him drawing closer, every step a thunderclap in your soul.

And then he appeared.

Black armor. Labored breathing. A towering shadow of death, framed in smoke and ruin. The mask was the same you’d seen in holos, the one children feared and rebels cursed. But it wasn’t just a mask to you.

It was a tombstone for the man you loved.

Your throat clenched. Your heart tried to crawl out of your chest. You couldn't breathe, not from fear—but from knowing. Because behind that mask was Anakin. Your Anakin.

Or what was left of him.

“You should have died,” he said. His voice wasn’t his. It came through a filter, flat and warped and wrong. It sounded mechanical and hollow.

Your fingers curled into the floor.

“And yet I didn’t,” you spat, tasting copper. “Neither did they.”

For a moment, there was nothing.

Then his head turned, the mechanical whirring was the only sound.

“They?” he repeated, slow. Almost cautious.

And then, like a wire pulled tight between you, the Force cracked like a whip.

He felt them.

His body stilled, like stone beneath ice.

Two presences pulsed in the distance. Two familiar, flickering stars. Bright. Trembling. Luke’s resolve was already hardening, his small fingers wrapping around the hilt of his training saber. Leia’s fear shone brighter, like fire, but it didn’t crack. She was afraid, yes, but not broken.

He felt all of it.

And you saw the tremor ripple through his stance like lightning striking the sea.

“No…” you whispered, barely audible, tears springing to your eyes. “Please. Anakin... not them.”

The name, Anakin, split the air like a scar. It clung there, heavy and hollow, a word too full of history.

He didn’t speak. But he didn’t move, either.

You saw his hand twitch. Not toward his saber.

"Look at me," you said, voice trembling. "Look at what you became. Look at what they could be. Don’t let this be it. Don’t let this be how it ends."

Something cracked in the silence. Not out loud. Inside him.

The air grew heavy, tense, like the galaxy itself held its breath.

The stormtroopers were frozen, unsure whether to fire or wait for a command. You weren’t sure what would happen either. You were trembling, whether from fear or hope, you didn’t know.

And then, with slow, almost painful movements, Vader stepped forward.

And removed his helmet.

It hissed as it detached. The sound was final. Like the slamming of a coffin lid, only backward. A door opening, instead of closing.

He looked... ruined.

Older. Worn. Paler than you remembered. Scars crawled across his skin like jagged cracks in porcelain, and his eyes, his eyes, they were sunken, haunted things.

But they were his.

Blue, beneath all that shadow. Just barely.

And the moment he saw them, really saw them, everything stopped.

Two small figures stepped into the threshold of the hallway behind you, drawn by something they couldn’t name. Luke, wide-eyed, tense with uncertainty. Leia, brave as ever, her hands clenched at her sides even as her lip quivered.

The second he saw them, Anakin Skywalker fell to his knees.

Not in pain.

Not to dominate.

To beg.

His saber deactivated and dropped beside him with a thud.

“I didn’t know,” he rasped, voice barely more than a whisper through scarred lungs. “I didn’t know you lived. I thought—I thought I killed you—I saw you fall—"

His voice broke, and so did your heart.

You didn’t know how you moved, only that you were in front of him, the twins behind you. He looked at them like they were ghosts.

Leia stepped forward first. Brave little flame. She looked at him, chin held high, and said in a voice far too soft for the moment:

“Mom said you were a hero.”

Anakin flinched as if struck.

A breath escaped him, ragged, wounded. His shoulders crumpled, hands shaking. His fingers curled against the floor, as if trying to hold on to something slipping too fast through his grasp.

You moved closer.

Kneeling in front of him, you reached out and gently touched his cheek.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t pull away.

You saw it then, the flicker. The flicker of the boy who’d held you beneath Naboo’s waterfalls. The man who kissed your stomach when you first told him you wanted a family. The warrior who fought with too much passion and loved with too much fire.

“You still can be,” you whispered, your voice breaking in two. “It’s not too late. Come back. Please. Let them know their father.”

Silence.

Then a sound.

Snap-hiss.

Your breath caught.

But the blade wasn’t red.

It was blue.

He turned it, not on you, not on the children, but against the stormtroopers still standing dumbfounded by the door. Against the monster he had become. Against everything Palpatine ever chained him to.

He moved like the wind. Efficient. Cold, but not cruel. He didn’t slaughter them for vengeance.

He did it for you.

For them.

For the light still buried beneath years of shadow.

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Later

You buried him beneath the trees of Naboo.

A quiet resting place, where the wind sounded like laughter, and the light through the leaves looked like peace. Where the water shimmered like glass and the grass remembered bare feet and kisses stolen under moonlight.

You chose the spot where he'd once told you he wanted to build a home. Back when his eyes were still blue, when the war hadn’t yet carved him into someone else. When you’d both believed, naïvely, foolishly, bravely, that peace was possible.

Leia’s hands trembled as she laid her bouquet down, delicate blossoms she'd gathered herself, wrapped in a strip of her old tunic. She didn’t cry, not where anyone could see. But she stayed closest to the grave, as if trying to understand the shape of a man she’d never truly known.

Luke stood beside her, quiet and still, his eyes fixed on the horizon like he was trying to see the galaxy their father once believed he could save.

The stone you placed was simple.

No titles. No rank.

Just a name.

Anakin Skywalker.

The one he finally earned again.

As the final clumps of soil were placed and the wildflowers arranged, Leia knelt beside you. Her small fingers laced through yours. Her voice was soft, almost unsure.

“Did he say anything? At the end?”

You turned your head, you swallowed against the grief swelling in your throat and smiled through the ache.

“He said he loved you,” you whispered. “Both of you. And me.”

There was a long silence after that. No one moved. Even the wind seemed to still, as if the world itself wanted to preserve the moment.

Then Luke stepped closer.

Without a word, he took your hand.

And as the three of you stood there, beneath the trees where love had once bloomed and returned to die, you looked up.

The stars shimmered above you.

Endless.

Quiet.

Hopeful.

Like maybe, just maybe, there was still something out there waiting to be healed.

Something worth fighting for.

Something worth remembering.

Something like hope.

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I loved this rec, I hope it matched their expectations. Also sorry for the sad ending but at least it was happier than my other stuff. 💗 Tysm for reading everyone hope you enjoyed!!

[jpsolace]

This is something I've been working on off and on for a while now, totaling over 36 hours. I hope y'all are hungry for more Order 66 angst!

[techsazalea]

when I say I could write a ten page essay on the heartbreaking themes in this episode, i’m being completely serious.

crosshair refused to let mayday d!3, but it happened in front of his eyes anyway.

the way his voice sounds when he’s begging them to save him will literally make me sob for days.

[cookybananas]

Do I Know You? - Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader {Part. I}

a/n: an alternate universe/timeline!au fic! this is the first part, the second part is in the works!

summary: Where Darth Vader is sent on a mission and finds himself traveling through another timeline and meets another version of you where you aren't dead. part II: Do I Know You? II

"I am going to have a few words with you once I get back Sheev..." Vader thought to himself. His large frame was trapped in a tiny capsule that was rapidly moving downwards onto the surface of Tatooine.

His master had sent him to retrieve the Death Star plans on a rebel ship when all of sudden, the rebels managed to crowd him into this tiny capsule and drop him out of the ship. 

There was a faint beeping heard below him. He looked down at his hand and noticed a device strapped on the back of his hand. Those damn rebels. Vader toyed with the device, hoping to shut off the beeping, but the beeping increased and flashed the words on the device:

Coruscant, 20 BBY 

"Huh?" He thought to himself once again, what could this possibly mean? The light above him began flashing red. Out of the small window of the capsule, the dark space soon turned into a blue clouded sky. The Sith Lord let out a sign of frustration, how the hell did I get into this position?

The capsule came to an abrupt stop when it had landed on the ground, sending the Sith Lord face forward into the door. Vader groaned to himself. The door slid open, revealing a dark alleyway, similar to the alleyways in the Underworld in Coruscant.

Vader walked out of the capsule, turning around to admire the machine that the rebels had managed to squeeze him in. Interesting... The Sith Lord thought to himself before making his way towards the dimly lit streets of Coruscant.

The people off the streets eyed the tall, towering figure as Vader strolled along the sidewalks of the Underworld.

"Do you want to buy some deathsticks?" A Rodian man said as he approached the tall dark figure with death sticks in his hands. To which Vader took a step back and eyed the man.

"No..." He let out, debating on whether to take the deathsticks or not. This day was already terrible as is with how everything had gone.

"Are you sure? You'll have a great time-" Vader raise his hand, force choking the reptilian humanoid.

"I would rather not you pest. Now, you will go home and rethink your life."

"I-I will to go home and rethink my life." The man nodded up and down. Vader released his grasp, allowing the Rodian to scramble away from him.

There was whispering and murmurs from other onlookers, witnessing what the Sith Lord just did.

"Did he just use the force?"

"You saw that right?

"Do you think he's one of those Jedi?"

The Sith Lord looked around the people who backed away from him. Pathetic, he thought. He needed to find Palpatine and tell him that mission was a failure, the rebels had gotten away, and he was unable to get the plans. Meaning, that there will be a severe punishment waiting for him once he returns to his Master.

Vader walked into the nearest club and approached the Twi'lek bartender, hoping to find a speeder or station to get him out of here.

"Where is there nearest station? I need to get to the Emperor. 5127th level." Vader said to Twi'lek man who had just gotten done serving a drink to a customer.

"Emperor? Where on Hoth did you come from? Do you mean the Chancellor?" The man questioned, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

Vader sat in brief silence, thinking to himself, Chancellor? He could have sworn Sheev didn't go by that name anymore.

"Y-Yes, the Chancellor...Do you know where I can find him." Vader finally let out, after moments of awkward silence.

"Well, you won't have much of chance finding her. She's either too busy in her office or helping the people clear the debris that was left from the Clone Wars ever since the previous Chancellor was killed."

"She...? How strange." Vader said to himself. "And remind me, what is the name of the Chancellor is again?"

"Kriff dude, did your head get smack with a bunch of Ewoks throwin' rocks at it?" The man questioned, now cleaning cups with his towel.

Vader sat in silence again, staring down at the man. Debating on whether he should have killed his man sooner, or wait until he got a response. Luckily, he chose the latter.

"Chancellor Y/N L/N is her name. She was the former Senator of Naboo before she was elected right after Chancellor Palpatine's death. There's rumors that she had a fling with a Jedi Knight, by the name of Anakin Skywalker-"

"Tell me. Where is she." Vader said, his tone revealing his impatience.

"Woah woah, don't you want me to finish telling-"

"Where is the nearest station. I will find her myself." He stated.

"O-okay fine. The nearest station is quite a distance. But we do have this old speeder at the back of-"

Before the bartender could finish, Vader had already made his way out of the club and around to the back to the speeder. Chancellor Y/N? It couldn't be possible. You were dead, but he needed to see it for himself.

-

"Your Majesty, do you think-"

"Who cares, she has already told you how she felt-" 

"Oh I wasn't talking to you-"

The doors of my office slide open, revealing Obi-Wan with a tray that had two cups on it. I smiled at him, to which he returned. But that smile soon turned into concern as he looked over at my two handmaidens who were having a little dispute.

"Are they still fighting about it?" Obi-Wan said, approaching me and handing me a cup of warm tea.

"Yes, yes they are." I responded, sipping and savoring the earthy taste of the tea.

"Chancellor! Chancellor!" A voice from outside my office called. I looked up at Obi-Wan who looked down at me. The doors to my office slid open, revealing Cal?

"Cal? What's the matter?" I said, now standing up from my chair and making my way towards him.

"T-There's. there's someone looking for you. We don't know who o-or what their name is." He breathed out, trying to catch his breath. "I'm just gonna take a seat here." before plopping himself on the loveseat.

"Astra, could you grab Cal a glass of water please?" Both my handmaidens stopped their bickering and turned to look at me.

"Y-yes of course your Majesty." Astra bowed, both handmaidens leaving the three of us in my office. I turned back to Cal with concern.

"Cal, take a moment to catch your breath. Now, what is this you heard of someone needing me?" I asked him, taking a seat next to him on the loveseat, my hand resting on his shoulder.

"Of course Chancellor. There are talks in the Underworld, that there is this dark figure, who I think is a force-user, is looking for you... I don't know if he's from another planet or something, but there's something off about that thing." Cal spoke, still breathless from running to get to my office.

"Thing?" I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. I looked up at Obi-Wan who was standing next to Cal, caressing his beard in thought.

"Well, it could be a droid of some sort. The thing sounds mechanical." Cal continued, gnawing at his lips nervously.

"Interesting Cal, do we perhaps have another other information of the individual?" Obi-Wan inquired.

"N-No Master, but I felt this dark energy from him. Almost as if it was evil, pure evil." Cal responded. He pulled out his holoprojector, showing footage of a tall dark mysterious figure force choking an innocent bystander.

Obi-Wan and I looked at each other before looking back at the hologram.

"He doesn't look like he would be friendly. Perhaps we may need to take action and find what this individual wants to do with you." Obi-Wan said, still stroking his beard. I thought to myself. How strange, what could I have possibly done that I was involved with this individual?

"We may need to tighten up security among the people and the rest of the sovereign powers. I don't want to draw too much attention to this. I already have much going on. Perhaps I'll bring this up to the Jedi council tomorrow morning and see what they think." I said sighing to myself, as I walked over to the large window that overlooked beautiful skies of Coruscant.

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, Cal sat there looking between us.

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The skies of Coruscant were pitch black, but littered with stars in the sky. The Sith Lord arrived at the small landing pad with his airspeeder, just outside of a familiar penthouse. The penthouses and apartments in Coruscant were always open air. Since they were high up in the skies, the only way to get in was with an airspeeder or the elevators to the buildings. So it was fairly easy for Vader to walk into your penthouse without needing to break a sweat.

The Sith Lord made his way into the penthouse. The lights of every room were turned off, except for one. Light faintly emitted from a set of closed doors, assuming that was your room, Vader made a beeline towards your bedroom doors.

Even with his ultraviolet and infrared vision, it was still limited to where Vader missed the Jedi that was hidden behind one of the large pillars of the penthouse.

"You're not welcomed here. You are trespassing a politician's home and I advise you to leave this instant." A familiar voice spoke up.

"I will not leave until I see her, the Chancellor." The Sith Lord turned around, but did not see anyone behind him. Vader turned back around only to be met with Obi-Wan with his hand on the hilt of lightsaber.

"M-Master..." Vader let out, only for Obi-Wan to quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Do we know each other?" Obi-Wan responded, his hand still resting upon his saber.

"Master, it's me... Anakin Skywalker." Vader spoke out to his former Master.

"Foolish nonsense, Anakin Skywalker is dead." Obi-Wan stated.

Both the Sith Lord and Master Jedi eyed each other, waiting on who would make the first move. After moments of deafening silence, Vader took off his helmet. Revealing his burnt, scarred face, and yellow Sith eyes. Obi-Wan watch him in disbelief, taking a step back from the Sith. 

"Obi? Obi-Wan are you there? Who are you talking to in there?" Your voice was muffled on the other side of your door. Anakin's desperate eyes darted over to Obi-Wan and to your door, hoping he'll say something.

"Y-yes Y/N! No worries, it was just a false alarm! It was just a hawk-bat!" Obi-Wan shouted.

"If you say so Obi. I'm heading to bed now!" You shouted in response. The light emitting from your bedroom doors shut off, leaving the entirety of the penthouse dark and only for the Coruscant moonlight to shine through the large windows.

Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed to himself. "You have some nerve for showing up here. And to say that you are Anakin Skywalker? Ludicrous." He spat at Vader.

-

part II: Do I Know You? II

[sollis-occasum]

you think i'm gone 'cause i left - anakin skywalker/darth vader x fem!jedi!reader (part 2 of 3)

a/n: you can read it as a stand-alone ♡

summary: when a ghost born from his past regrets returns to haunt him, darth vader has no choice but to confront it.

warnings: angst, no use of y/n, blood, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex (no smut), reader is manipulating darth vader (but in a girlboss way), darth vader and darth sidious are their own warnings, no proofread, my english is the biggest warning.

word count: 2k

part 1

Darth Vader, who made the galaxy tremble with fear just by the idea of ​​his existence, had subdued leaders who were said to never bow down, destroyed kingdoms that were said to never be destroyed, and made even the proudest warriors beg for mercy. Ironically, the only person who could bring this Sith Lord, who struck fear into every beating heart, to his knees was the ghost of a woman whose heart had stopped years ago.

Was his master manipulating his thoughts to create an illusion of you in order to punish his failures? Or were you the reflection of a ghost trapped in this world because the parts of his soul that belonged to Anakin Skywalker were not ready to let you go?

Darth Vader had no answers to these questions. If there was one thing he knew, it was that you were haunting him and that you would not let go until his heart, which had become a mass that did nothing but pump blood, was numb and torn apart with pain and regret.

Your presence wasn't always this disturbing to be honest, at first he was taking a pleasure in seeing you that he couldn't even admit to himself. You were looking at him with a magnificent light in your eyes that even the greatest massacres and most brutal executions you had ever witnessed couldn't extinguish, you were smiling at him affectionately as if the man in front of you wasn't a war criminal but the little boy you entrusted your lightsaber to. Sometimes he felt a shiver as if you were running your hands over his armored shoulders, and this sweet feeling that covered his entire body reminded him of the times you spent together. Perhaps it was  your presence mixed with the air he breathed that prevented Darth Vader from taking complete control...

However, with each passing day in the empire of fear he and his master had established; with every innocent person he ruthlessly killed, with every enemy he tortured with disregard for their honor in the hope of getting information about his plans, the mask that had become the symbol of brutality was sticking more to the face underneath and his new identity was taking over him

While his burnt, torn body was trapped in an armor, the only thing that gave him a sense of freedom  was his memories of you. But they began to fade one by one, leaving nothing but the memory of your bloody body being dragged by a clone soldier. Your first meeting at the temple, the first time he held you in his arms at the weapons factory that had become a battlefield, the exchange of your lightsabers, the first mission you officially went on together, the first moment he realized he liked you, the first kiss you shared, the first night you spent together... All of them were so distant now.

Maybe that was why your ghost had also slowly begun to change. Your reflection no longer radiated the noble glow it had when you first appeared; your image was more colorless, paler. The sweet feeling he felt when you appeared had been replaced by a pain like an ice burn. You weren't even smiling. A disgusted expression that you only reserved for the most vicious criminals in the galaxy appeared on your face. Especially those eyes... Darth Vader had never seen even his greatest enemy look at him with such devastating hatred.

"You killed me," you said with great anger. "You are responsible for my death!"

Darth Vader had tried everything not to witness those words that had been echoing in his mind for years coming out of your lips. He had told you to leave, tried to ignore you, used the force to disperse your reflection... But you weren't leaving! No matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of you. Finally, he was about to ask his master for help, even if it meant enduring his punishment for being weak, when you asked a question he couldn't leave unanswered.

"Where's my lightsaber, Anakin?"

You were in the throne room of his fortress on Mustafar. Darth Vader was thinking deeply, leaning his arm on the edge of his throne and leaning his helmet on his hands, when he heard your hysterical voice. He reached for his lightsaber as a reflex, but he also knew that the only enemy who could stand against his saber, which was red as if referring to the blood he had shed, was you.

"Anakin... A name I haven't heard in a long time," he said with his robotic voice hiding his emotions. But he also knew that he couldn't hide his feelings from you. You knew his deepest desires and fears. You might have been living in different bodies, but you two were the same person.

You smiled mockingly as if he was a buffoon instead of a commander who had the galaxy wrapped around his finger. "You didn't think I would call you by that funny name your master gave you, did you? Please don't take offense, but you have the stupidest name out of all the Sith Lords."

"How dare you!?" he roared, raising his hand into the air and trying to throw you to the other side of the room with the help of the force, but nothing happened. You continued to stand tall. Apparently, even the force couldn't harm those who didn't belong in the world of the living.

"Do you really think you can get rid of me like that? It's surprising that a ruthless Lord like you can have such naive ideas."

Although you emphasized the word ruthless, an expression appeared on your face as if the anger of the man in front of you amused you.

"What are you and what do you want from me?"

You slowly shrugged your shoulders and started to wander around the throne room. Sometimes you would delicately run your fingers over the objects in the room and sometimes you would go behind the throne and watch the hellish view of Mustafar. There was a silence that Darth Vader, even the most fearless man in the universe, did not dare to break. Finally, you answered the question in a low voice, "Only you can know the answer." Obviously, the answer you gave was not satisfactory for you either.

"I could be your guilt or your regret. Maybe I am your remorse that you cannot silence. Who knows?"

"Nonsense." Darth Vader snapped. "I have no regrets about the past. Such feelings are only excuses for those who are weak enough to succumb to them."

"You may not have it, but Anakin Skywalker does. Maybe that's why you can't defeat him. The remnants of him you can't destroy are suffering, right? Even if you block your ears, you can hear his screams. The more you try to suppress him, the more he finds ways to survive. Look, his pain has created me: the only enemy you can't defeat."

"Shut up! You're not real!"

In a sudden move, he took his lightsaber and tried to separate your head from your body, but your reflection only waved for a few seconds.

"That's what I meant when I said the only enemy you can't defeat." You said with an exasperated tone and rolled your eyes. "Anyway, you've asked enough questions. Now answer my question. Where's my lightsaber?"

"Obi-Wan took it." he said with great passion. His hands clenched involuntarily as he said his former master's name. Even his robotic voice couldn't hide his hatred.

"Ah, I see. So you couldn't protect it. What a shame, it really was a beautiful lightsaber."

You slowly walked towards the throne and sat on the armrest. You tried to keep a sad expression, but it was obvious that the commander’s failures were amusing you. You began to gently run your hands over his shoulders. Even the touch of your abstract presence was enough to soothe him. You could feel him relax under his armor.

“I didn’t think you would give up the only thing I had left so easily.”

“We made a deal. First I saved your life, then you saved mine. After you paid your debt to me, I had no reason to protect the lightsaber.”

"So you're saying that our only bond was some stupid pact we made when we were kids? That the lies we told our masters just so we could spend time together, the kisses we shared, the nights we spent together meant nothing? Don't expect me to believe that, Anakin. If I were truly that worthless to you, you wouldn't have built this fortress on Mustafar as a monument to your failures, you wouldn't have found every clone trooper there that day and tortured them all to death, and most importantly, you wouldn't have sold your soul to your new master in order to save me."

Without waiting for him to respond, you removed your hands from his shoulders and gripped his chin tightly. Technically, you had no power over him, and your fingers had even passed through his mask, but Darth Vader had surrendered to you so much that he lifted his head slightly, just as you wished he would.

"Do you know what I'm actually thinking? Maybe your desire to be Palpatine's toy has nothing to do with me, Skywalker. You turned to the dark side to save me, didn't you? Nonsense! You were just looking for a new master, that's all."

These were words that were too degrading and humiliating for a Sith Lord like him, who was used to being feared and obeyed. He rose from his throne in a sudden movement and held his hands out to you. He knew that he could not harm you, but for the first time, he felt that his anger was harming him, not powering him. He had to do something to get rid of you! However, his desperate efforts to catch you were only making you laugh.

You sat down comfortably on the throne that was vacated by him and crossed your legs with confidence. Your hands were gripping the throne on either side as if you were its rightful owner.

"Look, you can't even sit on the throne, Anakin," you said. "How pathetic."

"The men your master has given you, or that stupid word added to your new name, mean nothing. No matter how much you deny it, you are nothing but a slave. When you were a child, you belonged to Watto, now you belong to Sidious."

Darth Vader clenched his hands into fists and held them up to his face, "I rule the galaxy," he shouted at you. But his voice was weaker, more insecure. You continued, enjoying the pleasure of hitting him in his most sensitive spot.

"No, your master rules the galaxy. You are merely one of his insignificant, dispensable puppets. You have no free will, you still have the soul of a slave. You need others to control you in order to survive. In the past, you needed Obi-Wan and my approval, now you look to your master for help. Because you destroyed everyone who ever cared for you for nothing, and no one else has accepted the monster your sins have created."

"Why are you punishing me like this?"

You had finally done it! The most powerful man in the galaxy, that magnificent figure who bowed to no one but his master, was now kneeling in front of you, his hands on his helmet as if to silence the thoughts in his mind. He was trying to stop Anakin Skywalker, whom he thought he had killed years ago, from taking control with the strength he got from your screams, but he couldn't.

"I am not punishing you, Ani. You are doing this to yourself. Do you want to get rid of me? Then go and avenge me. Make your crimes have meaning. You know who your enemy is."

tags: @circe143 @snowtargaryen @etheriaaly @ariskywlkr @tellybearryyyy @anisgurll

[dailydragon08]

Far Cry - a May the Fourth fic

Pairing: None (this fic exists outside of the Remnantsverse) Summary: Finally alone after the final battle with the emperor, Vader's helmet holds secrets and a path to healing for Luke to uncover. Warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence, Luke has PTSD and has a breakdown, characters working through trauma, mention of Luke's lost hand and lightning scars, heavy angst, some whump. A/N: Happy May the Fourth! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated and my Remnants masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog! Enjoy! You can see some incredible art for this fic drawn by the lovely @shaythey here!

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Luke stared down at the sleek black helmet in his hands, hunched in his seat as if still leaning over his dying father’s body. Anakin Skywalker’s final words echoed in his head: “Tell your sister…You were right…”

Leia hadn’t wanted to hear it, as was her right. Her experience and connection to him was a far cry from Luke’s. She celebrated his death just as the rest of the rebels did. He knew she wouldn’t be so callous as to ignore Luke’s pain, but he didn’t want to bother her. She was still off spending some well-earned downtime with Han and the others. So, he sat aboard the Falcon alone, hunching over his father’s helmet that he cupped reverently in his hands. He had just finished in the refresher and looked down at the ragged scars tracing pathways all over his still bare abdomen, chest, arms, and even a little onto his neck. The scars on his right arm cut off right where the cybernetic connected, the blaster hole still laying all the wires bare for the galaxy to see. He glanced at the wires and then back at Vader’s helmet—Anakin’s helmet.

“He’s more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.”

But he wasn’t evil. At least not in the end.

He gripped the helmet tighter, falling into the familiar warmth of the Force, and suddenly vivid memories that didn’t belong to him flashed before his eyes—

He was suddenly much shorter and was following an unfamiliar man with a lightsaber strapped under his poncho through the Tatooine streets. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and looked back at the woman standing behind him, then back again to the man. He turned and raced to the woman’s side as she crouched on her knees, murmuring a soft, “Ani…”

The image faded and he now stood in unfamiliar apartments, with what looked like the Coruscant skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. A strangely familiar woman, beautiful brown hair, big doe eyes, and a wardrobe that belied a significant status stood in front of him, staring with trepidation. “Ani? My goodness, you’ve grown!”

“So have you,” he heard himself say, glancing down to hands and robes that weren’t his, Anakin’s lightsaber hanging from his belt. “Grown more beautiful I mean.” Someone cleared their throat next to him, young but bearing a striking resemblance to Obi-Wan. “For a senator, I mean!”

The woman shook her head and laughed uncomfortably. “Ani, you’ll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine.”

The image changed again to an ornately carved, covered balcony overlooking a lake at sunset. C-3PO stood on one side of him and R2-D2 on the other. The same woman now stood in front of him, holding his hands (one of them an uncovered cybernetic) and wearing an intricate lace wedding gown.

“And do you, Anakin Skywalker, take Padmé Naberrie Amidala to be your lawful wedded wife?” Threepio asked.

“I do,” he replied.

The balcony was suddenly engulfed in flames until the lake disappeared to be replaced by one of fire. The woman, Padmé, now heavily pregnant, stood in front of him again on a landing platform with her ship in the background. Tears streamed down her face as she slowly backed away. “You’re going down a path I can’t follow.” She moved back towards him, cupping his face in her hands as he glanced behind her to see who he now knew as Obi-wan standing at the top of the boarding ramp. “Come back! I love you!”

“LIAR!” He moved away. ��You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!” He reached out and began to Force-choke Padmé as she tried to resist, gasping and gagging as she clawed at her throat.

“Let her go, Anakin!” Obi-wan cried as he descended the ramp.

“Ani—” Padmé tried to gasp out.

“Let. Her. Go.”

He did as bade and Padmé gasped and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The image warped once more, and now he was looking through half of the familiar mask in his hands, the other half slashed clean off by a lightsaber. A desperate and devastated Obi-Wan stood in front of him, the red and blue lightsabers casting eerie glows on their faces in the night.

Tears filled Obi-wan’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.”

He struggled to speak through his damaged helmet, his voice going back and forth between his own and the twisted version the mask produced. “I am not your failure, Obi-wan…” He lowered his head and looked up at his opponent through half-burned lashes. “You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker…” He smiled cruelly. “I did.”

More images flashed almost too quickly to comprehend: hacking down hopeless opponents with his lightsaber, crushing their necks with the Force after pinning them to the ceiling; cutting off Luke’s hand on Bespin; in the shadows of a building’s column, grinning ear to ear after Padmé told him she was pregnant; caressing her belly in the Coruscant apartments discussing baby names; graphic nightmares of Padmé dying in childbirth; Emperor Palpatine, his face free of deformity, insisting that the Jedi Council didn’t trust Anakin; facing the Council and several masters denying him the rank of master, even after being a decorated Clone Wars hero and training Ahsoka from padawan to what should’ve been Jedi Knight before they betrayed her and through her, him; Obi-wan’s smiling face telling him, “you are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you…Goodbye, my friend…” having no idea it would be their final goodbye as two fellow jedi; having a picnic with Padmé in a grassy field, a waterfall in the background, then rolling around on the ground together laughing; picking up the emperor as he tortured Luke and throwing him down the shaft of his own throne room, electricity crackling through his suit and rendering it useless, the oxygen no longer coming—

Luke opened his eyes, gasping as if he’d been underwater and sat up quickly. He jumped as he banged his head on the bunk above him, rubbing it with his hand while keeping a tight grip on the helmet with the other. He sank forward again, bringing the helmet up and pressing his own forehead against it. He let the tears flow freely; after his ordeal tonight, he didn’t have the energy to sob or even let his body shake—the tears just spilled down his face in torrents.

Padmé. His mother’s name was Padmé. And Leia looked exactly like her. And Anakin loved her with everything he had, but the slow corruption of Palpatine, the war, the failings of the council, and the nightmares of losing her—which could’ve likely come from Palpatine as much as just fear and stress—had twisted his mind and warped him into someone unrecognizable. That is, until Luke came along. From Anakin’s memories, he could see that Obi-wan cut one side of his mask off and in a duel, Ahsoka cut off the other. But only Luke could remove the full mask. Only he could unmask Vader and return Anakin Skywalker to the land of the living specifically because of his connection and attachment to him. Only he could succeed.

There were no visuals this time, but he heard a young Obi-Wan’s voice in his head as clearly as if he were standing next to him: Padmé…Anakin has turned to the dark side…

What? No! You’re wrong! How could you even say that?!

I saw a security hologram of him…killing younglings…

Not Anakin! He couldn’t!

Now Padmé’s voice struggling through her final words: There’s good in him…I know—there’s—still—” followed by the wail of a baby.

Now Anakin’s voice one last time: You were right about me…Tell your sister…you were right…

He looked up to see the ghost of Anakin Skywalker in his prime standing in front of him. Tears obscured Luke’s vision but even through them, he was startled to see how alike they looked. Anakin smiled sadly before reaching over to wipe Luke’s tears. Luke jumped when he could feel real, warm, flesh on his face, Leia’s voice suddenly crying out his name.

Anakin’s visage vanished into smoke to be replaced by his sister standing there, a worried look on her face as she wiped away a tear with her thumb. Luke stared at her bug-eyed for a moment, grasping her hand to make sure she was real. She glanced down at the helmet in his hands, her face twisting in disgust. She looked around the bunk, grabbed Luke’s discarded and fried black jacket where it lay on the mattress next to him, and wrapped the helmet up in it like a dead animal before throwing it all onto the adjoining bed.

“Luke, it’s all right,” she murmured, stepping between his legs to hug his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his face sink into her shoulder as she massaged the back of his head. He finally let his body shake and sniffled, gripping the back of her dress in his fists as if she might disappear. He wasn’t sure how long the two of them stood like that, but eventually, his sobs subsided and he sat there, still in her arms, gasping for air like a drowning man. Leia didn’t push or rush him, just continued to stand there, her cheek leaning against his hair as her nails gently scraped at the back of his head.

Finally, he heaved a shaky breath. “You’re my sister.”

“And you’re my brother,” she replied.

“But you’re not a Skywalker.”

He felt her tense. “…No.” She paused, taking the hand that was massaging his head and wrapping it around his shoulders. “But you’re my family. And I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

Luke nodded before slowly leaning back, keeping a soft grip around her waist. Leia glanced at the lightning scars littering his torso sadly, her hands sliding down his biceps just as his hands slid to hold her forearms. They gave each other a gentle squeeze before she tilted his forehead against his.

“It’s over,” she said quietly. “Just breathe.”

They took a deep breath in sync, and on the exhale, he wanted to tell her how there was still good in Anakin at the end. But he knew she still wouldn’t want to hear it, and that was her prerogative. With her experiences, he couldn’t say he blamed her. It would just have to be something he held onto himself until she was ready—if she was ever ready. And if she never was, he would make peace with that.

Leia finally broke the silence by nodding towards his charred cybernetic. “Want me to arrange for that to be fixed?”

Luke sat up straight, taking another deep breath, this time steadier and easier. “No. I think I’m about to be too busy anyway. I do have a new order to create, after all.” And although he couldn’t see him, he could sense his father’s presence in the room and the slow curve of a proud smile on his lips.

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Hii!

I just came across your empress work with kylo ren and i absolutely loved it.

But i was wondering...

Could you maybe write something like that but with kylo marring a jedi reader to restore balance and peace to the galaxy?

Say That Again

"-- say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

Kylo Ren x Jedi!Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutra!reader, implied kidnapping, violence/mentions of injury, lovers to enemies, pining, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: this req is remix of this anon's and @copiasratsstuff request where basically YN refers to Kylo with his first name and it makes him snap. also T_T i had to send myself this anon ask because i accidentally posted this WITHOUT ANYTHING on the post LMAO. i hope you enjoy it my loves <3 <3 <3 tbh I think this turned out better than what I had in mind slayyyyed

My heart pounds as I run down the halls. My hands were tingling and moistened with agitation. I huff when I catch sight of the space craft.

I swipe an arm and, using my Force, a pair of stormtroopers crash to the side, clearing my passage.

The footsteps thundering towards me grows louder when I get to the ship and pry the door open with my Force. Just as I'm about to get into the vehicle, a scorching blow hits my leg, then my shoulder. A loud cry leaves my lips before I can even think.

Similarly, I hear painful screaming from afar. "Didn't I say to hold your fire?!"

My panic heightens at the echo of that voice. Through the excruciating pain, I tell myself to push forward. This was it, after all, this was the opening to the freedom I was waiting for.

But the next thing I knew, a dark Force overcame me, and I didn't have enough strength to break free of it.

I thud into the arms of my captor, and whine in pain. I clench my jaw and slowly lift my eyes, glaring at him.

My expression is vaguely reflected on the Supreme Leader's black mask. He sighs before speaking, "you reap what you sow."

I growl and hiss, "and soon will you."

He carries me in his arms, all the way back to my prison cell. He sets me down on his bed l, and as he takes off his helmet, I fling him back with Force, making him lose his balance.

The man doesn't topple though. What only happens is his dark hair falls onto his face. He tilts his head, "childish."

I scoff, "I'm glad you're self-aware."

The Sith Lord says nothing in response. He walks off, props his helmet on his cabinet, and opens a drawer. He walks over to me with bandages and ointment.

I raise a brow as he sits on my side, "you're not going to heal me?"

"The pain will be good for you," he replies, grabbing my injured leg with little regard.

I whine and shift to lessen my discomfort. He begins to lather ointment on my laser gash.

As he does this in silence, and as I behold his profile, his nose, his lips, his lashes, I see flashes of the past from his face. I see a memory of when we were younger, both still under the guidance of our master, Luke. I see his sweet smile, hear his soft laugh, feel his tender kiss... my Ben.

Of course, we were young fools in love. Deep down, we knew we could never be; attachments were dangerous. And yet he promised me himself and I promised him myself, and somehow he believes that was the same as us being married.

That was why he captured me. That was why he was binding my wounds. That was why he was unwilling to let me go. According to him, I was the balance the galaxy craved, I was the balance he long yearned for.

"We are married," he says, a-matter-of-factly.

My face sours, "get out of my head."

"Even if you did, even if you managed to run," he turns to me, one hand gripping my knee, "you think I would just let you go?"

We stare at each other for a while.

"After all I've done to have you?" he narrows his eyes.

"You wouldn't be able to find me," I lean in as I retort.

He leans closer, "and yet you would eventually surrender because your heart is weak."

I whine when he pulls the bandage around me tighter than necessary.

"Your soft heart would not bear the destruction I'd exact on the stars to find you," he ties the bandage and turns back to me. He scoffs under his breath, "you and your empathy."

The last of what remained of Ben Solo stared at me. Perhaps I was the only one delusional enough to see it. He was barely there in face, and in soul, I fear he may be lost forever.

I turn away.

He releases my leg and grabs my arm, "take your top off."

I decide not to put up a fight, there was no point. I take my burnt top off so he could wrap the injury on my shoulder blade.

He moves me so my back is turned to him. He stares at my wound for a prolonged moment. I am tempted to look back at him when I realize he felt pity for me.

"You shouldn't have run."

I don't look back, "you shouldn't have chased after-" I hiss when he applies ointment on my burn.

"You shouldn't have run," he repeats, harder this time.

"Kylo, please-"

"What?"

I look over my shoulder.

"What did you just call me?"

His expression is that of shock and excitement. I quickly correct myself, "Ben. Your name is B-"

"That's not my name," he raises a finger, "that's not what you said-"

"That's what I mea-"

"Say that again, say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

I clench my jaw and shake my head. "Your name is Ben Solo."

He releases a deep breath.

I grab his cheeks. It was the first time I had ever willingly touched him, and so tenderly at that, "that is your name. That is who you--"

"Ben is dead," Kylo grabs my wrists, yanking me away from him.

My heart races when I feel the hot air from his lungs.

"I am all that's left," he whispers, brows furrowing. His voice is shaky again, "Ben was weak. He could not even speak his love for you out loud," he shakes his head, "not me. I would make sure the whole galaxy knows my love for you."

I gasp when he grabs my face and kisses me. I immediately shove him away, and when I do, this man with wide, glassy eyes stares back at me.

For once, his face evokes something more than anger out of me. I see his desperation and it pinches my heart.

"Ben-"

"That's not my name," he blurts, snapping out of his trance and jumping to his feet. His moment of vulnerability was over. Staring down at me now was no one else besides the Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wipes his face and blankness falls on his features.

I mean to call his name out again but he speaks before I can.

"I will have a medic attend to your wounds," he says flatly, "don't think to flee while I'm gone."

I watch him walk out of the door.

[softlymellow]

The Order Forgot Me First - Chapter 2

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Star Wars set in clone wars before rots)

word count: 1247

story themes: Lovers to enemies to eventually lovers (slowburn)

warnings: angst, spoilers to the clone wars series

chapter summary: Anakin is left with the remnants of yourself. Confusion and anger hits him in the gut as he is left behind to decide what to do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Anakin sat on the edge of the cobblestone fountain with Obi-wan besides him, his head down as he recounted the events with you. 

They both sat in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, a place Anakin had taken refuge in since your disappearance yesterday. He knew how much you adored this room and all of its beauty. The trickling of the fountains bouncing off all the walls and the roar of the waterfall couldn’t compare to you. Your hair always rested perfectly on your shoulders and your eyes were shut as you were deep in meditation. He always found you the most beautiful when you were meditating. He wanted to know what you were thinking of. What had conflicted your heart to meditate. 

“I have known Y/n long enough to know she wouldn’t do anything irrational.” Obi-wan’s voice broke his line of thought. 

Anakin shook his head, “You should’ve seen her, Obi-wan. She was frantic. She couldn’t even,” he sighed, “...She couldn’t even trust me.” Anakin's voice cracked.

Obi-wan looked ahead, “Have trust in the force, Anakin. She loves you.”

Anakin remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed. What could he have done to make you stay? Did you not love him? No. He knew you did. Then what?

Maybe it wasn't him.

It was the way the whole galaxy pulled at your sleeves. Making you fight for a world that didn't belong to you. Or was it the way he pulled you in? Did he need you too much? Love you too loudly? Was it the way he fought not just for peace, but for you? To save you from the orders a Jedi has? A life without freedom.

“It was the council that did this.” Anakin suddenly said, his fists curling at his sides. Obi-wan furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Anakin in confusion. “They scared her off. If they had just listened to her none of this would’ve happened!” 

“Anakin, thinking like that will only lead you to the Dark Side. Her trial is still ongoing, only then can we make final decisions.” Obi-wan attempted to reconcile the boy. “I admit, it was a poor execution of the council but these times are uncertain. All things will come to light”

Anakin pursed his lips attempting to make sense of his former master's words but all he wanted was you beside him. “I hope you’re right, Obi-wan.” Anakin stood up from the fountain with Obi-wan following. 

“Aren’t I always?” Obi-wan attempted to make a joke out of the poor situation. Anakin forced a laugh out, hoping it would come out sincere, but unfortunately for him, Obi-wan is easily able to read Anakin. 

Obi-wan took the chance to fully observe Anakin while he remained silent. Anakin had a troubled expression, his arms were crossed as if it was a protective barrier. He had known about their secret relationship for a while now and that the Clone Wars had began to take a toll on both of them. This was different though. It was solely based on trust, but that’s not to say Anakin and you didn’t trust each other, it was the pressures of the Council and the war that caused the skepticism. Obi-wan knows how much Anakin loves you, with you gone though… He had always struggled with abandonment. You leaving without even trying to save yourself was a blow to his heart because you didn’t just abandon the Jedi Order, but you left him too. 

“I think it’s best you go to bed, Anakin. We will figure out a way to prove her innocent.” Obi-wan said in a soft spoken voice. 

Anakin inhaled deeply, trying to rid of the lump in his throat, “Alright. May the force be with you.” 

“May the force be with you, Anakin.”

Anakin left the room with his troubles still following him. With every step he took to his chamber didn’t ease the heaviness in his heart. Anakin’s nails began to dig in his skin, his knuckles turning white. Once he entered his chamber, he would have to come to the reality that he doesn’t know where you are, if you’re safe or not. He slouched when the door opened, his quarters dark and down casted. 

He began to throw his robe off as he walked into his room, too careless to think about where it ended up, and groaned as he fell onto his bed. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair attempting to soothe him in the way you always did. 

Y/n. 

Y/n.

Y/n.

He couldn’t sleep. He thrashed in his bed and turned from side to side. He wanted you by his side like you always were. You were always there next to him when he had a nightmare that was usually about his mother. Part of him didn’t want to sleep because if he closed his eyes it would be you instead of his mother dying. He wanted you here. He regretted every action he made up till now, wishing that he had put more effort into keeping you here. 

Anakin swallowed as he threw his legs off the bed and eyed his palms. Getting up from his bed, he made the decision he would go to your chambers, at least he thought he would sleep better. Already wearing clothes, he grabbed the robe he threw on the ground and placed it around his shoulders. Walking out of his quarters as quietly as possible, he put the hoodie of the robe on his head wanting to blend in with the darkness of the Jedi halls. He didn’t even have to think about where to go, he had entered your chambers during the late of the night so often that it almost felt nostalgic. 

As he reached your door he could feel something different. A disruption in the force. His eyebrows furrowed as his fingers gently caressed the lightsaber that rested on his side, his body on high alert as he sensed something different inside your chambers. Cautiously entering, the weight on his shoulders only increased as he knew someone was in here. A small part of him hoped that it would be you but he could recognise your force signature from a mile away. 

Objects were scattered throughout the floor, clothes were thrown onto your bed and the curtains wide open to reveal the slowly appearing sunrise. He even spotted a dress he had bought you awhile ago laying on your desk. A gift for you on your birthday that he had purchased secretly with the help of Ahsoka and Padme. A Jedi had few possessions but Anakin had tried so hard for so long to give you a devotion gift, at the very least on your special day. He imagined you tear-faced and confused as you attempted to sort out your essentials to bring with you, even worse that during it you most likely thought that he didn’t care at all. But he did. He cared the most. 

A sudden creak was heard from your wardrobe. Anakin’s head whipped to the sound, his eyes widening and his heart racing. 

Gritting his teeth, he slowly made his way further in. 

Anakin knew better than to believe it was you so he pulled out his lightsaber, the blue plasma blade emitting the room with its light.

Anakin took cautious steps towards the closet, his palm hovering off the door. With a simple flick of his wrist the closet door flew open. 

Barriss Offee. 

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A/n: hope u guys enjoy it!!! i'm open to any ideas or suggestions you want me to add or tweak <3 lmk what u guys think!

[leviathanspain]

anakin smut? where reader is having sexual fantasies about him and he can… feel… it ?🫣

ashamed

anakin skywalker x reader

smut

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you were loud. at least your thoughts were. anakin heard everything, from what you were going to eat for breakfast, to what clothes you’d wear to training.

anakin almost missed it. a small, fleeting thought that meaninglessly floated around in your head, and right into his.

he looks good today..

your thoughts had been heard before he even saw you, and as he turned, there you were, not even looking at him.

anakin’s mouth pulled back into a smirk and he continued to walk, not even bothering to greet you.

it was hard being around him. training had just finished and all you wanted was him. seeing his muscles under those training clothes had left you more than hot and bothered.

you were ravenous.

a jedi was never supposed to engage in any relationships. but it didn’t mean you couldn’t fantasize about it.

you laid on your bed, body worn out after all that training, anakin would be home soon, and he would want to unwind by using you. your body for his, you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“hey babe..” his voice trilled as the door shut behind him, carefully you watched him, greeting him back with a smile. but he knew what kind of smile that was, and he was already unbuckling his pants as he walked up.

“what’s wrong?” he had noticed the way you didn’t move off the bed, the way you looked a little breathless. you shrugged slightly, “tough day training.”

anakin’s eyebrows rose, “oh.” you nodded, a small sigh escaping your lips. anakin neared the bed, crawling up by your legs, “maybe i can make you feel better.”

anakin stopped mid sentence. he could taste it. taste something, familiar yet wildly different. anakin dismissed himself from the room full of his superiors and instead went out into the empty hall.

he could feel it. you.

it was you.

anakin inhaled sharply as he felt something graze his crotch, a hand that wasn’t even physically there.

and there was that taste again.

“oh ani..” you moaned out, your words echoed into the room and anakin growled softly, tugging at himself as he lined up with your hole. he had been taking care of you for almost an hour now, fucking you with his mouth until you screamed his name.

now he promised that you wouldn’t dare to forget it.

anakin was slumped down in his room. he had left upon feeling his pants tighten with the size of his erection. now all he could do was trade reality for fantasy as he felt everything you had thought.

he felt it all, and it all left him wanting the real thing. if that’s how you thought about him…

“anakin! don’t stop!” you cried out, gripping his forearms as he thrusted into you, your head crashing into the wall behind you, you groaned softly, “fuck..”

you were writhing on your bed, eyes closed as you let your fantasy play out.

“oh ani!”

a knock suddenly broke your thoughts and you turned, embarrassed, but you got up, knowing they would have no way of knowing what you had been doing.

picturing your jedi master in that way? incred-

“anakin!” the unexpected sight of him at the door, sweating, disheveled, and his robes barely hanging on, he stomped into the room before you could even ask why he was there.

“why didn’t you tell me you wanted me to fuck you?” there it was. it was like nails on a chalkboard.

“what?” your face got red immediately, heat burned on it and you laughed weakly, closing the door, you walked over to him, but you kept your distance, “what are you talking about?”

anakin rolled his eyes, “don’t try and lie to me. i could hear you, i could feel you. i need this to end-“ your face turned into a grimace and you closed your eyes with absolute shock at the revelation, “just let me fuck you. i cant-“ anakin pulled his robes back and highlighted his cock, which was fighting the fabric.

you stared at anakin, “but-“

anakin didn’t even bother to say anything more as he pulled you into his arms, kissing you swiftly as he threw you down.

“don’t be ashamed.”

[enchantingbl0ssom]

Omg I literally have no idea what to ask because there is sooo much fandom that you write that I like....But I'll go with my all time favourite : Obi Wan Kenobi ! I would really like a obi wan x female!reader where the reader is a jedi that is friend with Obi-Wan since they were children at the temple. They were seeing eachother romantically when they were padawan but the reader had left for a mission when he was on naboo with Qui-Gon and she was only called back years later when the war started. (I want to see a reunion fluff where they don't know if the other still like them and they still have to hide) Thank you and sorry for the long request!

I Miss You

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Characters ➼ Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

Word Count ➼ 3,559 words

Warnings ➼ Death, slavery, torture, shock collars

A/N ➼ Hope you enjoy reading! Thank you for the request! Sorry it's took awhile.

You and Obi-Wan have been best friends since you were both six years old. Always sitting next to each other in lessons, studying together, practicing together, and eating meals together. Everyone in the temple knew you were friends. Obi’s cheeky ways growing on you, as your own personality traits growing on him. 

Although the Jedi ban relationships, you two couldn’t help but have feelings for one another. You both hid your feelings for one another until you were seventeen years old. When you both could no longer hide, to each other at least. While your relationship blossomed, the other’s thought it was just your friendship coming stronger. 

“My darling,” Obi-Wan startled you as he grabbed your hand from around the corner. “We won’t be seeing each other for a while, due to us being on separate missions, so I came to see you.” He finished, his hands placed firmly on your cheeks. 

“You scared me, Obi.” 

“Oh, so I don’t matter to you?” He smirked, raising his eyebrow.

Your ears both shot up like dogs, at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. You separated from one another.

“So, do you want to do some training with me?” You asked him, as the footsteps neared.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, I have got to go on a mission soon. Maybe when I come back?” Obi said, smiling mischievously at you.

“Oh, good evening Madam Secura, didn’t hear you.” Obi greeted, nodding his head in respect.

“Good evening to the two of you as well.” The Jedi Master replied, nodding before walking away.

Both of you dropped the act immediately after she went away from ear shot. Smiling towards Obi, you plant him a kiss on his lips before asking where he is going.

“I have got to go to Naboo, Senator Amidala needs my help. How about you, my dear? Where are you going?” He smiled at you, staring lovingly in your eyes waiting for you to answer.

“Me and my master have to go to Zygerria and stop slave trade happening again.” You replied, sighing at the state of the world.

“Well, when we get back, do you want to go on a date?” He asked, hooking his fingers under your chin, to get you to look back at him.

“Sure, I will decide.” You spoke, putting your hands on Obi-Wan’s hair.

Before you can both lean in for a kiss, your comm goes off. “Y/N, I need to talk to you before we leave tomorrow.”

Bring your comm device to your lips, you say “Yes, Master. I will be with you shortly.” Rolling your eyes at the inconvenience, you surprise Obi-Wan with a kiss on the lips. A soft, passionate kiss to remind him how much you love him.

“I have to go. I love you though. I will see you in the stars, my love.” You say, hugging him.

He leans into you, whispering in your ears “I love you too, my darling. And I, too, will see you in the stars.” Repeating your phrase, that you have made since you were both padawans. This phrase has stayed with you, ever since you both had to leave each other to go on missions.

You give each other one quick kiss, before you run off towards the distance to meet your master.

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“There is one more thing, before you like Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Kenobi.” Mace Windu called out, before either two could leave the high council chamber. They had just finished talking about their findings of Anakin Skywalker, and the pair didn’t know what else needed to be said. They looked at each other, puzzled, before turning back to the council.

“Yes, Masters?” Qui-Gon asked.

“Padawan Y/N and her master have seemingly died together while on their latest mission.” Mace Windu said.

“How has this happened?” Obi-swan asked, his heart racing.

“Don’t worry Kenobi. Lower your heart rate. Yes.” Yoda spoke up. Yoda’s normally confusing way of speaking does not help lower Kenobi’s heart rate.

Looking at Yoda, Mace raises his eyebrow before facing towards the master and padawan pair. “While on their mission, we received no contact from them. So we sent two other Jedi for them, to see what the problem was. But it appears that the two jedi found themselves not even near the Zygerrian system.” 

“Thank you Masters, for letting us know.” Qui-Gon spoke up, before leading him and Obi-Wan out of the chambers. Qui-Gon led his apprentice to his chambers.

“I know how close you were to Y/N. It is best for you to relax and meditate.” Qui-Gon reminded Obi-Wan, before leaving him at his chambers. 

Obi-Wan enters his chambers, closing the door behind him. He takes off his robes while walking to his bed, not caring about putting them away. Too tired, too sad, too heartbroken, to care about his robes. Getting on his bed, all he has on is his pants, as he rolls up into a ball, staring into the night sky, hoping to find you up there. The pads of his fingers rub against the wooden star necklace you gave him for his twentieth birthday. His body shakes, and tears leave his eyes, thinking  about you. You were the only one to keep him grounded. You were always there for him. Even when he was fed up with Qui-Gon, or is saddened that he can’t do more to help the people, you were always there for him. When he struggled to study, you were always there for him. But now you weren’t.

You have died.

You are no longer a part of his life.

Tears continue running down his cheeks, keeping his skin hot as he prays that the news he has just heard was a lie. A terrible lie. Yet, these prayers don’t get very far. You are still gone. And he has no one. 

Even though he wipes away the tears, more keep coming, like a never ending battle. He continues crying in his sleep, wrapping his arms around him, like you would’ve done. Praying that he will see you in his dreams. So he can finally feel peace again.

―୨❀୧―

Years have gone by since you have gone. Obi-Wan has tried his best putting his past behind him, now that you are no longer in his life. He is trying his best to cope with the pain, and hide it in front of his new apprentice, Anakin Skywalker. 

Recently, Obi-Wan has joined Anakin and Ahsoka toa mission located on Kiros. Where a whole planet’s population has been forcefully taken and placed in the Zygerrian slave trade auction.

The three of them, including Captain Rex, have tried to free the people of Zigros to no avail. Leaving, all four of them enslaved as well. 

All around Obi-Wan was pain, agony, and despair. Causing discomfort in the jedi, making the shock collars feel tighter. 

As Obi-Wan continued digging, he looked around the room. Noticing how many slaves there are, even if the Republic removed the Zygerrian people from their slave empire. Every slave that Obi-Wan sees shows more weaker conditions, as he continues looking. 

But he stops in his track, when a slave caught his eyes. They had the same eye colour as you. The same look of finding hope in the galaxy as you. His breath stopping, depriving him of any forsaken terrible air. His eyes caught their as they felt him stare at them.

A Zygerrian slaver noticed that the other slaves have stopped working, caught in a trance by Obi-Wan. So the slaver whipped them, causing them to shout in pain.

It’s you.

It’s actually you.

Tears brimmed his eyes, hearing the sound of your voice. He can’t believe it’s you. 

“Sir?” Captain Rex asks, noticing that Master Kenobi is uncharacteristically quiet. Obi-Wan whips his head towards the captain. “Are you alright?” Rex finished speaking.

“Yes, I am alright Rex.” Obi-Wan replied, staring at you.

―୨❀୧―

It has been weeks since Rex and Kenobi have been enslaved at the camp. When the two of them have been called to see warden. Kenobi’s heart races as he is electrocuted as he walks towards the warden’s office. His heart has already been racing today, as Kenobi has yet to see you all this morning, he is scared something might have happened to you; so his heart is in so much pain. 

Being pushed into the office, he immediately sets his eyes upon you. You were strapped in a car. Straps securing your head, legs, arms, and torso. Clothes had ripped off you, leaving you only in your underwear and your white jedi shirt. Tears stained your face, as it screwed in agony. Your collar shocking you with every move you make.

Obi-Wan’s heart and face drops at the sight of you. Yet he has no time to think about what has happened to you, as he and Rex are being electrocuted down the stairs. They both grunt in pain as they land on their knees, looking up at the warden.

“Someone wishes to speak to you.” The warden said, his voice ringing in your ears. 

The three of you stare as up at Count Dooku appears through the holo. His arms crossed over one another, as he looked down at the three of you. 

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, in chains once again I see.” Count Dooku starts off the conversation.

“Count Dooku, still afraid to get your hands dirty?” Obi-Wan questions before Dooku could finish. 

“I would gladly make an exception in your case, my friend. I wanted to say a proper farewell before Keeper Arguss puts you to death. Alongside Captain Rex, and your best friend, Y/N Y/L/N.” The warden rubs his hands together and the sound of Dooku’s words. Staring into your souls menacingly. Frightening teh lot of you. 

“Keeper, the slave ship Tercora is making an unscheduled landing on platform two-four.” A slaver spoke up, turning from a screen towards the warden.

“Skywalker.” The Count comments.

“Close the doors.” The warden commands.

Count Dooku turns back to the three of you, “Kenobi, tell your friend Skywalker if he does not surrender, the slaves will be terminated in his name.”

You watch as your boyfriend is shoved towards a camera. Bowing his head down in pain, you watch as he is electrocuted to look up. 

“Anakin! I’m glad to see you, but I’m afraid our host feel otherwise.” Kenobi said, looking into the camera that connects to another side. You cannot see the screen however, but you do hear the noise.

“Well, you can’t make everyone happy, Master.” You guessed Skywalker said. Even though you are in imaginable pain, your eyes still shot up in delight, hearing that your boyfriend had got the title that he has dreamt of having for years now. Since you became friends. 

“They are threatening to kill the slaves unless you surrender.” Obi insisted. 

“It’s good to see you’re always ready to negotiate. But I’ve had enough bargaining with slave drivers.” The other jedi argues back. 

“Anakin, you must realise this is a fight you cannot win alone.” Obi-Wan continues to voice his side.

“Who said I was Alone?” Skywalker quips, before the camera feed went dark. 

“Keeper, a fleet of warships have dropped out of hyperspace in sector six.” Teh same slaver from before commented again, before looking back at their computer.

“Jedi reinforcements.” The keeper stated, turning his chair to look at the count. His rough voice echoing around the room. 

The building shakes. Obi-Wan immediately looks up, before looking to his friend. “Rex! Now!” he says, using the force to break away their shock collars.

“About time.” Rex confirms Obi’s orders. 

You watch as the two men fight off the Zygerrian slavers Using the slaver’s shots to free them from their restraints. The building shakes rapidly, as you watch your companions fight. Your heart breaks as you watch your lover be electrocuted again and again. Explosions could be heard all around you, as the thick smoky air suffocates you. The keeper runs off to a far away screen, pressing as many buttons as he can, while Kenobi and Rex fight and destroy the slavers. 

“Obi!” you yelled out, getting his attention. His head perks up at the sound of your screams. He looks around the room, finding the keeper. Kenobi yells at the keeper to stop, but Arguss ignores him, hitting the screen. The keeper presses some more buttons, igniting your shock collar. Jolts of severe pain run throughout your body, as you get electrocuted. Unable to move to your restraints, all you can do is take the pain. You scream, your throat tightening due to the electricity sparking. Obi-Wan looks towards you, yet is thrown to the ground by the slaver he is fighting. The Zygerrian comes closer to Kenobi, allowing him to punch the slaver’s head.

“There is nothing you can do.” The keeper remarks, laughing at your pain.

Obi-Wan sighs, before letting Master Plo know that the controls are overridden. 

More slavers run into the room, sending shots to Rex and Obi-Wan, as you watch in agony. Being tormented at the sight and the pain you’re feeling. Both physically, mentally, and emotionally. Obi-Wan uses the force to throw the slavers away, before using the force to retrieve his lightsaber off the warden. Lighting it up, he looks at the warden with so much anger. 

“Come now, Master Kenobi. I know a Kedi won’t kill an unarmed man. The keeper stated, leaning forward in his chair. 

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder, smiling at Rex, as he threw an electrified stick into the warden’s heart. 

“I’m no Jedi.” Rex stated, as the keeper falls off his chair and onto the fall. But Kenobi had no time to look at the warden in anger and disgust, as he uses the force to rescue you from your restraints, finally having the time to do so. 

As the restraints fall off you, you slowly fall off the chair, your body too weak to hold you up. Obi-Wan quickly runs towards you, holding you against him as he carries you outside the building.

Once outside, you press your face towards Obi-Wan’s chest. The sun is too bright for you to handle, having not seen the sunlight in over a decade. You hear Kenobi’s heart rate lowering, as you hold yourself against him.

“Thank you, Obi.” you whispered, loud enough just for him to hear. Before everything goes dark.

―୨❀୧―

You wake up in a medical centre, with two familiar faces looking towards you, alongside two unfamiliar faces. 

“It’s great to see you again Y/N Y/L/N. It’s been awhile.” Master Plo spoke up. Even with his face being almost covered, you could tell he was smiling, happy to see you back. 

“I must apologise, but I have to go and report to the Jedi council.” Plo finished speaking, leaving the room.

A couple minutes after Plo left you were finally even able to regain enough energy to speak. “How are you?” You questioned, your voice raspy, silently begging for water. Kenobi recognises this, fetching you some water, as a tall man introduced himself as Anakin Skywalker, and the young girl as his padawan, Ahsoka Tano. Taking a sip of water, you stared at the three, unable to think of what to say. You stare at your boyfriend's face, expressions mixed. Anakin notices your staring, and excuses him and Ahsoka out of the room.

“Come here.” You whispered, voice shaking. Obi-Wan walks over to you, tears rimming his eyes becoming visible. 

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered back, too scared that if he spoke louder that this would end up becoming another dream. His hands reached out to you, wanting the touch of your skin. 

“You could never, as I will always be in the stars.” You responded, referencing your shared phrase. He laughs gently, tears spilling out of his eyes as he is reminded of what your relationship was like before you had left. 

He lifts up an arm rest alongside your bed, to be able to sit right next to you. Feel your skin against him. Wrapping his arms around you, he forces your head to lean into his chest, as he kisses your forehead, leaving his lips on you. Closing his eyes, he thanks the lords above that his prayers have been responded to. That he finally has the light of his life back. 

―୨❀୧―

You wake up a couple days later, inside a familiar room. Your old room back at the Jedi temple on Coruscant. Your eyes glanced outside the window, the sunlight dancing on your skin. Looking around the room, you spotted the collection of trinkets Kenobi has given you over the years of dating. Items he has given you from all the planets you visited. Shared alongside a photo of you and him together. Looking further along your room, you spotted a pile of clothes on top of your dresser. You get out of your green silk sheets, stepping on to the cold wooden floor boards. You walk over to your dresser, grabbing the note that sits on top of the clothes. The note read

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

Your new robes that I have retrieved for you, sit below this note. Everyone is waiting to meet you at the Great Tree, to celebrate your return. I noticed when I rescued you, your matching necklace was nowhere to be seen, so I got a replica for you. Also, underneath the pile of robes is a box filled with all the stuff you need to make a lightsaber again.

I look forward to seeing you soon, my dear.

Love, Obi

Tears spilled out of your eyes, missing this feeling of love and care for your boyfriend and the Jedi being to you. You quickly get into the shower, turning the water on hot. 

After you took a very long needed shower you got dressed in your robes that smelt just like Obi. You finished getting ready and making your lightsaber before heading towards the Great Tree outside. 

When you reached the area, you saw all the Jedi gathered. From younglings to masters, smiling at your return. You spot some familiar faces, but the majority of them are unfamiliar. You make your way to the front of the crowd where Yoda and Mace wait for you. 

“Welcome back Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to have you back.” Mace Windu spoke, grabbing your hand. Cheers came from the crowd, before they separated, chatting to one another, and grabbing some food that had been placed out. 

All the old masters that you know come up to you welcoming you back home. You tried your best to listen to their conversations, but you couldn't help that your eyes were diverting to a certain someone. A certain someone who catches your gaze and walks over to you. A certain someone, who grabs your hand, placing a gentle kiss on it. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Obi-Wan said, his smile widening. Looking towards his peers he asked them if they don’t mind excusing himself and you.  

Grabbing your arm, he links the two of you together, walking towards an isolated garden within the Jedi temple. The same garden that you and Obi-Wan would meditate and talk together in. 

The smell of fresh flowers hitting your nose, as the sunlight graced your skin. You closed your eyes, basking in the warmth. Letting Kenobi guide you to the seats. The water of the fountain drowns your ears, as you open your eyes to see your lover staring  at you lovingly. The same kind look from years ago.  

“I miss you, my love. I have missed you every day. I couldn’t decide on what to say when I would see you, so I am just going to go for it. I love you, my dear. You are the most perfect being in the entire galaxy. You complete me. And when you left me, it was like you took a big gaping hole out of my heart. I struggled to cope without you here with me. Holding me. Kissing me. Laughing with me. And your back, with the same part of my heart you have taken. I must say, coming into the Jedi Order is the best thing that has ever happened to me. As I would have never met you. I just want you to know, how much you mean to me, my dear.”

Tears fell down both of your eyes as Obi-Wan spoke. Nodding your head in praise with every line he spoke. 

You lean forward, holding onto his cheeks, you press your lips against his. His hands rapidly moved up your body, from your legs where they were originally, up to your neck. Bringing you ever so closer to you. Your lips melt into one another, the taste of each other’s lips forever ingrained into your minds. Your hands move to the back of his head pulling him closer towards you. Missing the spark he would provide you. 

The kiss lasts for what seems like forever, before you fall apart. Noses still touching, as you press your forehead against his. a you both breathe out, inhaling each other's breath, as your eyes both remain closed. 

“I miss you too, my love.” You breathed out.

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me when the trope is friends who are brothers in every way except blood but the younger one betrays the older one and the older realizes he has to kill the younger for the sake of others knowing it will kill his soul to do so 💔💔