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somuchforahobby · 5 days ago

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interrupted (part 7)

Summary: you get caught, sort of, a little bit (sorry not sorry!) this happens immediately after part 6 Warnings: anakin’s terrible timing; that’s it that’s the warning Word count: 1.5 k Read on AO3 Did I say I was taking a break? Like being absolutely deranged over this is something I can control???!!!

“Raise your hand a little more,” you said to the padawan, then continued checking their forms with a smile. “Bend your knees to create more stability,” your hand pointed at another child’s legs.

You wandered the room, examining their movements closely when you heard your name called. You turned to find Master Windu with a frown.

“I wanted to see you this morning,” he guided you away from the children to the entrance of the room.

“How could I be of service, Master?”

Your relationship with your former master had been respectful and clearly hierarchical. Even after you were knighted, you still answered to him as if you were still a padawan.

“I have a question,” he began in his usual grim tone. “Why did Skywalker call your name last night in the Master’s wing?”

You tried to hide your embarrassment with a smile. “Did he?”

His dark eyes examined you with expertise. “Yes, he did. And I would like to know why.”

“Well, I did tutor the kid while Obi-Wan was away. Maybe he called for me during one of his nightmares?”

“He was awake,” his Force signature brushed yours in search of any distress; you maintained a fortress. “Giggling, actually.”

That smile you couldn’t hide. “Well, I couldn’t hear him. I was asleep in my rooms.”

“And of course, Aayla was going to confirm that information.” Windu scoffed. “I don’t like how this is looking. If you’re sleeping around to reach the Council—”

You didn’t let him finish that sentence. “Excuse me?”

He raised both hands in a dismissive apology. “I’m merely saying I’ll nominate you to the Council when the time is right. Do not search for it elsewhere. Is it Quinlan?”

You bursted out laughing. “What?”

“I never liked you hanging with them—”

“Them?”

“Quin and Aayla. They’re undisciplined, sloppy; they prioritize their personal well-being above the Order’s rules. So I wouldn’t put it past Quin to have an affair with a fellow knight.” You saw Windu’s eyebrows crease with concern. “And I also wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“What does that have to do with Anakin giggling my name?” you asked before thinking straight.

“I figured he saw you while walking to his master’s room.” He shrugged. “Speaking of!” Your master’s demeanor changed instantly. As if your situation couldn’t get any better, Obi-Wan walked by with a smile.

“Master Windu,” he bowed his head to him and repeated the gesture to you.

“This is the kind of company I’d like you to keep.” Your master laid a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Master Kenobi is one focused and responsible Jedi. Despite his young age, I’m certain there are many things you can learn from him and become a valuable ally for him.”

Obi-Wan nodded in gratitude. “Please, Master, be certain that it will always be my pleasure to join your former padawan in whatever activities she may require me.” His silver tongue earned him a smirk from you.

“Understood, Master. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return to my class.” You turned your back on them, but a strong hand stopped you on your tracks.

“Master Kenobi, would you please join my padawan in her class? I’m sure she can learn much from your discipline.” Master Windu sank the knife deeper.

As amusing as it was, it still hurt you that your former master didn’t trust you.

“I’d be honored.” Obi-Wan smiled.

You sighed as you both walked into the classroom, Master Windu stayed behind, leaning against the threshold.

“So… about your discipline,” Obi-Wan murmured with a smirk.

You bent to your knees to move one of your students' hands to perfect their defense.

“Don’t you dare,” you responded as you returned to his side.

He ignored your remark and continued, “I volunteer to extend our last night session to further explore and work on your discipline as well as your behavior.”

You faked a cough to hide your laughter. “Shut the fuck up,” you whispered with a blushed smile.

Obi-Wan raised both eyebrows, feigning offense. “Don’t speak like that to a master.”

Your eyes squinted. “You already know my answer to that.”

“Perhaps I’d like to hear it again.”

You leaned toward his shoulder, your lips almost gracing his ear. “Master my ass.”

Before he could say anything, you stood in front of your class, raising your voice. “Everyone, please put on your helmets and turn your simulators to level 1.” Your students all began moving as the simulators sent fake blaster shots at them. Your eyes wandered over their reactions.

“In order for me to do so, I’m afraid I’ll need a few more of our sessions,” his voice was warm in your ear.

“My apologies, Master. Apparently, I’m too busy sleeping with Quin.” You teased him, and oh, did it wake animalistic reactions in him.

He only allowed himself to show a raised eyebrow at you. “Pardon me?”

Your eyes were focused on your students. “Windu thinks I’m having an affair with Quin.”

The poor man next to you swallowed a lump in his throat. “And are you?”

Your gaze returned to him, though a bit offended, you decided to extend the ruse. “Oh yeah, I spent the most splendid night in his arms last night.”

He squinted, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Which is the only logical explanation for why Master Windu heard Anakin calling my name last night in the Master’s dorms, because I was leaving Quin’s quarters.”

His forehead relaxed in slow motion as his mouth shaped an O.

“That would be all for today, kids.” With a flick of your wrist, all the trainer simulators turned off and fell. “Relax and see you tomorrow.” You smiled at them before turning back to Obi-Wan.

“You definitely are impossible.”

“Of course.” You smirked. “That’s why only Quin can handle me.”

“Not for long.”

You turned over your shoulder to spot your Master lecturing Quinlan Voss, who was just entering the room to teach the class after you. Your six-year-old students were leaving, clearing the place for the ten-year-olds.

“Oh, fuck me,” you muttered.

“Over that exactly,” your companion muttered with a laugh.

You slapped his arm as you watched Quinlan walking over.

“How are you doing today?” Obi-Wan’s question came out tense.

Quinlan smirked in his regular relaxed demeanor. “Great, especially because I got laid last night, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Both of you stood shocked to the bone, faces pale and silent.

“Oh, Maker!” Quin laughed hysterically as he seemed to have put two and two together. “Really?!!”

“Shut up, we are not about to make the announcement,” you hissed.

“Well, you better do it soon. I won’t be side-eyed for a fling I don’t have while the poster boy gets praised for his discipline hiding an affair.”

None of you answered. Instead, your eyes searched for Obi-Wan’s. His blue irises were as doubtful as yours.

“Don’t tell me it’s not an affair,” Quinlan’s tone was suddenly much less teasing.

Your gaze landed on his, a silent plea to keep it secret.

“I’ll be damned.” His tone, though serious, had a joyfulness that accompanied the glint in his eyes. An undeniable cheerfulness that could only come from the happiness of a loved one.

“We’ll figure it out.” Obi-Wan extended a hand to his friend, who shook it as a promise.

You and Obi-Wan moved to leave the room, planning your next steps on how to relieve Quin of the burden of your secret.

“Should we stop for a while?” you asked.

“No. We just have to find a way for Windu to stop thinking it’s Quin.”

“Move the spot to you, then?” You smirked.

“No!” Obi-Wan huffed. “Remove the spot altogether.”

You nodded. “But how?”

“We must be more discreet.” The last word was barely above a whisper as you spotted your Master in the hallway.

His face was stoic as always.

You were a good ten steps away from him when you spotted Anakin running your way with a smile, calling your name.

The acoustics of the place made his voice much more powerful, echoing through the entire hall.

“Ani!” You kneeled to embrace him.

“I didn’t see you in the morning. Where did you go?”

The stress in your body found its way out through laughter. Your face was crimson from embarrassment and the lack of air due to your laugh. You hid yourself in his little shoulder as Obi-Wan turned away from you, hands on the wall like he had just been arrested.

“Indeed,” Mace Windu’s voice echoed nearby, forcing you to raise your eyes. “Where did you go?” He was looking down on you with a raised eyebrow, then his piercing gaze moved to Kenobi.

Without another word, he walked in the opposite direction. The years of training and growing up with him told you he was disappointed, surprised, but not necessarily everything he was feeling was negative.

“What?” Anakin asked, confused.

Obi-wan muffled his hair, the kid turned to him, upset.

“Hey!” His brows knitted in anger.

“Go to your class” Obi-wan ordered with a smirk.

Once the kid was out of sight, you laughed again.

“Guess Quin can rest now” Obi-wan laughed before pulling you in and placing a kiss on your temple.

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erinkeifer · 11 months ago

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The Informant Pt. II

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

Part I | Masterlist | Wattpad | AO3

Summary: After that turbulent night, he had one simple task for you - to make it to training in one piece. Was it really that problematic? Perhaps... However, the real troubles lie ahead of you...

How fortunate that droids don't ask too many questions. You thought to yourself, lying on the medical chair as the mechanical creatures stitched up the cut on your brow.

“This might hurt a bit.” you heard faintly as the needle with the painkiller approached, but it made no difference to you—this single prick was no different from the pain you had been feeling up until now.

“Will you be able to get to your quarters on your own? Or should we send help…”

“No. I’ll manage.” you interrupted the droid without hesitation. Hearing your statement, it quickly returned to its work.

“Fortunately, the wound isn't infected, but we've administered an anti-inflammatory as a precaution. The stitches should be removed…”

“Yes, thank you, I know… It's not my first time.” you interrupted the droid in as calm a tone as you could muster as you began to rise from the chair.

“Please take care of yourself.” added the droid, setting aside the tools it had used on you, as you walked towards the exit of the medical wing.

“Sure, thanks.” you mumbled in a confused tone as the automatic doors to the room closed behind you, and ahead of you lay only the dark, grim corridor, its details blurring before your eyes.

You felt drowsy and could slowly feel the effects of the painkillers administered by the droids. You never reacted well to them, but this time, you felt even worse. You barely noticed when you managed to shuffle to your quarters, luckily on the same floor. Despite your daze, you did manage to close the door this time. Without changing or even taking off your boots, you simply collapsed onto your bed and fell asleep so quickly that your body barely registered it.

And that was the most painful mistake. …………………………………………………………………………………………………..

You usually woke up for training with the alarm you set before sleeping, but this time, your eyes opened only when the sun was already rising above the skyscrapers visible from your window. It was almost noon. Yes, noon—more than four hours had passed since your training was supposed to start. As soon as you realized this, your face turned ashen pale. Although you instinctively knew it was too late and that Anakin had probably long since left the training room, maybe even the temple, you jumped nervously out of bed. Trying to disguise your disheveled morning appearance, you threw on a loose, brown cloak. Breathless, without even glancing in the mirror, you rushed out of your quarters, leaving the door ajar behind you, and started running—not even knowing where you should go at that moment.

“Hey! Young lady!” You heard a familiar male voice just before you nearly collided with a figure standing in your path, clad in Jedi robes.

“Sorry, I…I just…” you began to stammer breathlessly when you looked up to see the sympathetic gaze of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The older Jedi's hands landed gently on your shoulders in a calming gesture. Although finding calm was difficult in your current state, deep down, you were grateful that you had run into Kenobi along the way. Perhaps only he could help you catch your breath and offer a bit of comfort in that moment.

“Easy now, breathe in and out…” the elder Jedi began, and you nervously lowered your gaze as his eyes seemed to read your face like a book.

“What’s the rush? Oh… This doesn’t look good… How many were there?” Kenobi continued after a moment, and you could barely hide your evident confusion. Who does he mean?

“Are you talking about…?” you began to brainstorm frantically in your mind, gesturing chaotically with your index finger as Kenobi looked at you with a mix of confusion and sympathy.

“Trauma or painkillers? Last night, I met Anakin and he mentioned that a gang in Coruscant got out of control…” Of course… Anakin’s excuse was a plausible way out. How else could he explain to his master why he was wandering the corridors at night with disheveled hair, tattered robes, and his Padawan’s blood on his hands?

“Ah, right… Honestly, I don’t know… It all happened so fast, and I’m not sure if…” you began to explain chaotically, but Obi-Wan could see you were straining yourself trying to piece things together.

“Okay, calm down. Anyway, I’m glad you were in the right place at the right time—one can never know what dangers lurk around the corner—not just for the Order, but for ordinary civilians too.” Kenobi explained as if trying to fill in the gaps in your thoughts, though he didn’t address the real concern gnawing at you—how much trouble you were actually in.

"Master Kenobi… I know, but… Yes… I just wanted to ask if Anakin is okay after that incident… I couldn’t make it to training today, so I didn’t have a chance to check if everything’s alright…" you replied, trying to tactfully skirt around your real question.

"Since when do Padawans look after their Masters' safety? Oh, heavens… Things were never this good in my day…" Kenobi responded in a light-hearted tone, which did little to satisfy you. But when he noticed your serious expression, waiting for more, he began to recall his morning encounter with Anakin.

"I thought he wouldn't plan anything for the morning after a rough night, but he was safe and sound when I saw him briefly in the training hall… I had some duties, but I'm quite sure he left after an hour or so…"

"Was he… angry?" you asked, and Kenobi narrowed his eyes in visible confusion.

"Angry..? Should he have been?" he replied after a moment of contemplation.

"Never mind… Just… Do you know where I might find him right now? I just want to…"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Kenobi interrupted, noticing and sensing your unease.

"No. But I might be if I don’t find out where he is." you answered with a grave seriousness. The older Jedi sighed, his expression puzzled as if debating whether he should answer your question.

“If I should intervene, just let me know and…”

“Master, there’s no reason to intervene. All I want is an answer to this simple question… You were a Padawan once, and then Anakin… Both of you must have felt, at times, like you messed up or were trying to salvage things because you thought you’d upset your Mentor.” you clarified, and Kenobi’s expression softened as he processed your words, seeming to drift momentarily into his own thoughts.

“Anakin declined the meeting in the council chamber. I suspect he’s gone to his quarters.” Kenobi replied after a moment's thought. You nodded in thanks and were about to head off in the intended direction when you felt the older Jedi’s hand on your shoulder.

“I know you should face your problems on your own, but remember, if anything goes wrong, you can count on me.” Kenobi said, making one last eye contact with you.

“Yes, Master. Thank you…” You replied with a faint but uncertain smile, which was quickly reciprocated. You felt Kenobi’s hand finally slide off your shoulder as he nodded to you and started to walk in the opposite direction.

Without waiting any longer and trying not to arouse any suspicion, you set off with a determined but slightly nervous pace toward Anakin's quarters. Your emotions were conflicted—a part of you felt indifferent, thinking you couldn’t bring any more disgrace upon yourself, while another part urged you to stop before facing him again.

Which part you would listen to was entirely up to you, but as you realized you had a choice, you were already gripping the handle to his quarters.

You pulled on the door, which wasn’t even fully closed—as if left ajar for an expected guest. In that moment, you felt he knew. He knew you would come back. That’s why he was there, waiting.

Coruscant was shimmering in the sunlight at this hour, and the city’s streets were bustling with life. Yet, neither the sunlight nor the city’s energy could be seen through the carefully drawn curtains. The darkness in the room was unsettling, but it wasn’t the fear of the dark that stunned you as you crossed the threshold into the main chamber.

“The door.” you heard from in front of you, and the harshness of the voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Close. The door. Behind you.” the voice repeated as you stood frozen in the doorway. The ominous emphasis on those words made you shut the door without further hesitation, but you soon realized that wasn’t enough.

“Lock it.” he continued, but instead of acting, you stared at his back for a moment longer than necessary.

Anakin sat at his desk, wearing the familiar robes with a long brown cloak draped over his shoulders, its hood resting messily. Since you stepped into his quarters, he hadn’t looked at you once, but you didn’t need to see his eyes to feel the coldness, frustration, and tension radiating from your master. You might have wondered if your actions had caused him to be so devastated today, but the chaos you sensed in his mind went far beyond your conflict.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” His increasingly frustrated tone jolted you enough that, without waiting another second, you turned the key twice, locking the door.

As you noticed Anakin’s silhouette move from his seat, you straightened up, feeling as if every muscle in your body tensed simultaneously. Anakin rose from his place, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he walked slowly toward you. For a moment, his gaze was fixed on the floor, but when it finally landed on you, you saw a contrived pity and disdain. The kind of “pity” that isn’t for the innocent. A “pity” mixed with the anticipation of delivering a deserved punishment.

"Get on your knees."

You were too flustered to quickly comply - and that was your mistake. The moment he noticed your mouth opening to speak, and your knees not bending - he was quick to motivate you even more.

"Did I say it clearly? On. Your. Fucking. Knees."

You heard something in his voice that was inhuman. It felt as though something alien had possessed Skywalker, but you couldn’t tell if you were frightened by it or strangely energized. Maybe it was recklessness, or perhaps your inherent tendency to defy everything, but your legs stood firm, as if rooted to the ground, and your lack of response only added to Anakin's growing tension.

“I don’t think I made myself clear…”

He added in an unusually low voice, then turned on his heel and walked back toward his desk, his hands still clasped behind his back. Despite everything, you didn’t move a muscle—your eyelids froze, locked on every movement of Skywalker’s as if you were instinctively watching for a trap or threat in the seemingly calm motions of your Master.

And this time, your instincts didn’t fail you. Although you stood your ground, your knees suddenly began to weaken—not from fatigue, but from a strange shift in pressure that shot through you from head to lungs.

You were suffocating.

You could no longer focus on Anakin’s movements as your hands instinctively grabbed at your throat, trying to force air back into your lungs. In doing so, you didn’t notice Anakin’s clenched hand at his side, even though it was what was affecting you.

You struggled with yourself for several seconds until your legs finally gave way beneath you, and you felt your knees hit the floor.

At that moment, relief came abruptly.

As your lungs slowly began to fill with air again, you still heard the ringing in your ears, typical of a sudden change in pressure within your body. However, it didn’t stop you from hearing the sound of metal clashing with wood—Anakin’s lightsaber hilt, which he had just taken from his desk.

You audibly swallowed as your eyes lifted towards your Master, holding the unignited weapon, and he, with an indescribable, stony expression, locked eyes with you. Finally, instead of standing opposite his desk, he turned his entire figure towards you and with alarmingly slow steps, moved in your direction, making no move with the lightsaber.

Not yet.

“Don’t worry…”

He began in a hushed voice, and his free hand slowly reached towards your face. He saw fear in your eyes—not of him, but more so of the weapon he inexplicably held. You stared at it with wide eyes, tracking every micro-movement of Anakin's hand, as if he might ignite it at any moment.

“I won’t let you die… At least not until you’re useful enough and…”

He spoke with a slowed, seemingly calming voice as he brought the lightsaber hilt closer to your face.

“…Obedient.”

The metal, cold hilt touched your warm skin, and you involuntarily flinched, feeling as though someone had pressed a gun to your temple. Anakin handled it as if it were a caress for you. You felt the coolness of the material on your cheek, jaw, until finally, the metal tip of the hilt rested against your lips.

"Open."

He murmured closer to your face, his knees bending so he could lean towards you and look into your eyes. Your lips trembled, and Anakin could see that you wouldn't quickly respond to his requests, so his free hand moved closer to your face, eventually resting 'motivationally' under your chin to urge you to open your mouth.

"Come on…"

He added after a moment of impatience, yet his tone wasn't bitter—it sounded as though he wanted to give you a chance—and though you didn't want to show yourself to your Master, you were absolutely prepared to accept it. Finally, your lips parted as he wanted, and for the first time in a long while, a disturbing smile appeared on Anakin's face.

"Good girl."

He said, lifting the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, you felt the cold, metal hilt slipping into your mouth, teasing your sensitive palate with its texture.

"You see… It doesn't have to be bad between us."

He said, rotating the hilt in your mouth as if he wanted you to feel it from every angle.

"And that's all, if you behave nicely…"

He lowered his voice to a whisper, making another turn inside your mouth.

"I won't have to hurt you…"

"…And you won't have to be a little, treacherous bitch."

He finished with a mocking smile on his face as he pushed the metal hilt a bit further than before, triggering a gag reflex in you.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

He chuckled lightly, and seeing you tense up from his actions, he withdrew the weapon from your mouth, then did something that couldn't quite be explained.

"Look…"

He said, placing the lightsaber hilt on the floor by your feet, then straightened up and took two slow steps back.

"You have one last chance to escape. You can use this to attack me. You can do whatever you want…"

After his words, which shook you slightly, the room fell into dead silence. You had no idea what was happening or what to do with yourself, so finally, you decided to use your own voice.

"But?"

Anakin smiled with slight regret at your question. You knew there was a catch to this, and you were certain that in your current situation, Skywalker wouldn't simply let you escape, let alone allow you to harm him.

"But if you run now and don't hide well enough…"

He folded his hands behind his back and began to slowly move away, simultaneously lowering his gaze from you as if giving you the opportunity to attack him.

"And if I or my people find you… I'll order you to be killed on the spot."

After uttering the last sentence, Anakin looked you in the eye as if he had just started a stopwatch and was waiting for your appropriate reaction.

"Decide."

He stated and once again dismissed you from his attention as if implying that this could really be an easy opportunity for an attack.

Your eyes wandered from place to place. You glanced at the lightsaber lying next to you, then at your Master—and though you could do something at this moment—your hands didn't even flinch. For some reason, this question seemed absurd to you. You had always been fixated on Anakin, always begged for his attention, and the mere fact that after last night you had decided to knock on his quarters made you realize that for you there was never any other answer than "I stay."

Anakin knew this very well, too.

"I won't leave." you assured, your head slightly bowed, feeling Skywalker's gaze settle on you after a few seconds.

"Hm?" He replied, seeming unsure if you meant it, yet sensing your resolve. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

"I don't want to go." you reiterated. After hearing your words again, Skywalker turned towards you and took a slow step closer.

"I hope you realize there's no turning back from here." he stated, his gloved hand approaching your face in an oddly tender manner. You nodded, meeting his gaze, sensing that Anakin was no longer just your mentor.

He has power over you.

"Good." he muttered, withdrawing his hand from your face and directing his gaze to the lightsaber still lying beside you.

"Give it to me… Attach it to my belt."

He ordered firmly, and you looked down at him with a gaze full of doubt, but his impatient stare didn't allow you to kneel any longer. As Anakin took a step forward, his belt was at the level of your face, and trembling, you reached for the weapon lying on the floor, clumsily hanging it on the leather belt. You constantly felt his gaze on you, focused like never before, hungry like never before—and just as hungry, impatient.

"Unfasten." Skywalker's hoarse voice resonated, and for a few seconds, you felt almost paralyzed.

"What? Unfasten. Now."

After his more impatient and ominous command, your hands moved immediately, trembling almost more than before. You weren't sure if it was the pressure of time hanging over your head, simple stress, or the growing… excitement within you. For some reason, you excluded fear. You weren't afraid. Not of Anakin. And you would swear you were ready to obey his every command.

"I see, I see… Soon you won't need to use your hands, I promise you that." Anakin said with a sneer, watching you struggle with his belt, but patiently waiting for you to finish on your own, without his assistance. The belt initially resisted—only when you accidentally found the right spot to press and release the buckle did the tightly held parts of his attire loosen as the undone belt revealed the tense fly of his pants.

"Continue." murmured Skywalker, and this time, knowing perfectly how to deal with the clasp of his trousers, you revealed his…

"Anakin… You're already har…"

"Shut up!"

He didn't even let you finish. He had no intention. He seized the opportunity as quickly as he could, thrusting into your mouth while your lips were still parted in speech.

"Keep your hands to yourself. Don't even try anything. It'll only get worse."

Though it was hard for Anakin to consider it pleasurable for you, you simply felt it. You were ready to shed tears from your eyes as he penetrated your throat in a way that hindered your functioning - to say it was a vision that had long formed in your mind.

"I give, you take. Understood?"

Skywalker spoke, trying unsuccessfully to conceal heavy breaths and sighs between words. When you tried to nod in agreement, your nose was almost pressed against his lower abdomen, and for a fraction of a second, you looked up at him communicatively from below, but shortly after, you impulsively closed your eyes, feeling his size exceeding your boundaries. "Fuck!"

Anakin began to pant as if he could no longer hide the fact that his body was reacting to what you were doing. You couldn't see it, but his gloved hand clenched, affecting you in a way you couldn't predict.

His hips, initially motionless, involuntarily began to thrust, as if he could press even deeper into your throat, but it was no longer possible. Anakin, however, had a ready solution. You felt a tightening in your throat, much like when he had used his power before to force you to kneel.

"Exactly like that. Fuck. Take it. I said, take it!"

He snarled through gritted teeth, smiling sinisterly and somehow proudly that he was fucking your throat like a fleshlight. Initially disorientation prevented your body from reacting to the sudden, numbing sensation, but after a few more thrusts, uncontrollable reflexes began to surface, indicating that Anakin was pushing the limits of your endurance. You choked, your eyes watering, but it wasn't a significant signal for him.

Impulsively, you gritted your teeth.

"You slut!"

Anakin growled loudly, then withdrew from you, and in the next moment, everything around you started to blur, and you felt pain.

Sudden pain.

Out of nowhere, after your throat released, and after a mixture of precum and your saliva dripped down your chin, Anakin slapped you across the cheek with an open hand.

"Is this how you want to play? Then let's fucking play."

Your mind was still foggy as you felt yourself no longer touching the ground. Anakin forcefully lifted you from the floor, tossing you clumsily over his shoulder. As your vision began to clear, you collided with the bed in the adjacent room.

"I'm sorry, I won't…"

"Not now."

Skywalker interrupted, forcefully stripping away what you had on. He had no intention of romanticizing anything. He didn't care to strip you completely naked; he wanted access.

So instead of playing the undressing game, he left scraps of fabric on you. His strong hands tore the fronds of your bra, exposing your breasts to view, before ripping apart your elastic training pants, which offered no resistance due to their material.

"Now that we know how easy it is to shut you up… Now you can fucking scream."

You lay flat on your back as Anakin climbed onto you, and after lifting your thigh, he thrust into you without warning. You emitted an almost animalistic scream when you felt that not only did he push himself into you to full length, but he had no intention of starting slowly.

"I knew you were going to leak, little bitch. I fucking knew it!"

Anakin uttered in a growling voice, imposing such a pace that he had to interrupt almost every word with panting. His thrusts were very fast and deep from the very beginning. His tip was hitting your cervix, with the full guarantee that tomorrow you would wake up bruised from the inside. But did it really matter?

Anakin's gaze was wild and hungry, but although you could tell he was clouded by his lust to unload, he was still able to read your emotions perfectly. You were writhing and moaning-you couldn't string a sentence together, but Skywalker could see without words that you were deriving pleasure from your brutal teaching, so he allowed himself more and more.

You didn't know if it was an impulse or your usual thoughtlessness, but taking advantage of the fact that your body wasn't yet completely impaled on the bed, your head lifted as if to reach his mouth.

"Are you kidding me, slut!?"

Suddenly, Anakin howled in a raised voice, very quickly bringing you back to your place. Skywalker took his hand off your hip and pressed you against the pillow, gripping your neck tightly.

"In your dreams… Fuck… In your dreams."

He muttered, breathing heavily over your face as you clenched your eyes shut from the sudden pressure. Those were Anakin's words once again, echoing in your head ironically, because, contrary to appearances, it was here and now that your dream was coming true. One of the most abstract, vulgar, and animalistic thoughts that had ever crossed your mind.

You melted as you listened to his heavy breaths, his growls and moans that pushed you to the edge along with the brutal thrusts you were receiving with pleasure.

Well, not just you.

Up until now stable, Anakin's hand, which had been firmly immobilized on your neck, began to tremble, and his thrusts were no longer as rhythmic as before. A growl escaped his vocal cords that you had never heard before, and his other hand, which had been holding you in place so far, gripped your body in a bruising hold.

A current of electricity ran through your body, preventing you from further controlling the situation. You didn't even feel the moment when the warm fluid flooded your insides, and Anakin, though trying to distance himself before his orgasm, let his head fall towards your neck, where his sweaty strands of tousled hair rested.

You both reached the climax, and your dizziness caused total darkness to fall around you, with only a ringing in your ears and Anakin's heavy breaths. It took a while for both of you to synchronize your breaths, and you wanted to close your eyes to momentarily disconnect from the sensations, but it didn't last long until Skywalker's breathless voice reached your ears again.

"From now on, it will be like this every day…"

He uttered those words with extraordinary gravity, then paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"But don't worry… You'll get used to it quickly."

You absorbed each of his words with acceptance, and his heated hand that held your neck began to touch your face.

"Every day, I will break you down just as you broke me… And you will accept it with humility."

Although a sense of unease began to creep over your body, you continued to listen.

"I will fulfill your dream of being close to me every day. I will prove to you every day how wrong you were about me…"

You did so with unease, but upon hearing those words, you directed your gaze towards him to see him staring straight at you with deadly seriousness.

"And if you ever have enough… If you ever want to escape from me… Even at the end of the world...

…I will find you."

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mrkestis · 2 months ago

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Lines of prophecy in Master and Apprentice:

”When the kyber that is not kyber shines forth, the time of prophecy will be at hand.”

In the book Master and Apprentice, set some time before the Phantom Menace, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan find Kohlen crystals. These are almost identical to Kyber and are known as Fools-Kyber. Qui-Gon takes this to mean that the time of prophecy has begun.

”She who would have been born to darkness shall give birth to darkness.”

I think this is supposed to be about Shmi giving birth to Anakin, but I don’t really think it fits. If I remember correctly she wasn’t born into slavery, and Anakin wasn’t always submerged in darkness. With the book Master and Apprentice being published under Disney canon I think it could refer to Leia (daughter of Darth Vader and born just after order 66 and the rise of the empire) giving birth to Ben Solo (Kylo Ren).

”When the richeous lose the light, evil once dead shall return.”

Obviously referring to the Jedi losing their way and the Sith returning. A little on the nose.

”One will ascend to the highest of the Jedi despite the foreboding of those who would serve with him.”

In Master and Apprentice, Rael Averross thinks this refers to Qui-Gon being offered a seat on the Jedi council, but it could just as easily refer to Anakin getting his seat on the council.

”Only through sacrifice of many Jedi will the order cleanse the sin done to the nameless. The danger of the past is not past but sleeps in an egg. When the egg cracks it will threaten the galaxy entire. When the force itself sickens, past and future must split and combine. A chosen one shall come, born of no father, and through him will ultimate balance in the force be restored.”

This is the chosen one prophecy. I like to either think that the ”sacrifice of many jedi” refers to something other than the clone wars and order 66, making Anakin’s turn to the dark side not entirely set in stone, or that it 100% refers to order 66 and the destruction of almost all Jedi was necessary for balance in the force. That would be very grim and horrible, but that’s the way of prophecy isn’t it?

”He who learns to conquer death, will trough his greatest student live again.”

Dooku was obsessed with this line of prophecy. The question is if he sees himself as the master or the apprentice, and who he sees in the other role. I think it refers to Qui-Gon, who learns to retain consciousness after death, and Obi-Wan. It could also refer to Darth Plagueis and Sidious though.

#master and apprentice #star wars #star wars prophecy #qui gon jinn #obi wan kenobi #count dooku #anakin skywalker #the chosen one #darth sidious #darth plagueis

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space-blue · 11 months ago

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jedi thoughts

One thing I like about the Acolyte regarding the fight before Jecki's death, is that you can FEEL and SEE the exact moment Sol would have said something to curtail her and order her to calm down and not let her feelings take over.

When she leaps past him :

I'm sure it's more to do with establishing her arrival into the shot, but his look, paired with her reckless attack, her being alone in the fight when she unmasks a dangerous opponent, and the way she's screaming and whailing with too much feeling into each stroke...

To me it feels like an iconic "control yourself/your feelings" or "stay centred" rebuke moment. But he doesn't. He doesn't want to distract her, it's dangerous, and it's happening right now. There's no time for it.

And then she's dead. It felt real, and that last leg of her fight, while beautiful, has a grim quality to it. A live demonstration of why you don't want to be overconfident.

I could almost hear Obi-Wan yelling at Anakin for this. In the Clone Wars Anakin would fight like Jecki, get hurt, get told off, and live another day to be more reckless. But Jecki didn't have plot armour, and she shows us why such recklesness, against a poorly known enemy, is terrible.

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nahoney22 · 2 years ago

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

Hush, Don’t Tell the General***

Captain Rex X F!JediReader

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What if someone sees us?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes! Fuck, yes! Please cum in me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you, General.”

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

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thechaoticfanartist · 3 months ago

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Chaos Quartet shenanigans

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proteinblue · 6 days ago

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for wip wednesday

okokokokok so i’m obsessed with isekai/transmigration series, it’s all brain rot but i luv them, and i esp luv the shoujo ones where the mc transmigrates into a webnovel and they’re the villainess or a side npc! my brain just go brr

anyway my current draft i’m working on is an obikin isekai au—technically it’s a transmigration au but isekai is faster to type LOL

so the working summary is thus far:

obikin isekai where obi-wan is the author of a moderately sucessful romantasy series, and finds himself transmigrated into the side professor character who half-raises, half-teaches anakin skywalker, protagonist of the series, from child to young knight. he does his best to guide anakin towards the kindest ending, not knowing in return, anakin has exchanged his canonical lover, queen padme of naboo, for obi-wan instead in his heart. chaos ensues when obi-wan goes missing LOL

some things have changed since i wrote this summary, like which character obi-wan becomes, and does he really go missing and thereby turn anakin into a yandere? idk, but i’m working on vibes alone right now lol

ok so here is the first scene i ever wrote for this au, about 1.6k, right around when anakin is 10 years old and asking to join knight school:

Obi-Wan didn't really pay attention when his coworkers with children would complain about the Terrible Twos. To him, that was the due consequence of choosing to have children in the first place, all the crying and diaper changes and temper tantrums and sleepless nights and endless days. He paid even less attention when the ones with children hitting their second digits started complaining about the preadolescence stage, where the more sentient rugrats started having solid opinions about foods and music and classmates and schoolwork.

He doesn't quite think about those days now, even though Anakin himself has reached ten with a surliness that doesn't quite sit with his cherubic features. After all, Anakin had only parted with his mother not even two years ago; any child separated from their family would be well within their rights to react however poorly they'd like. Of course, Anakin hadn't actually started being so prickly until just a few weeks before his tenth birthday.

Obi-Wan remembers listening to a podcast previously with a child psychologist as a guest, who spoke about latent childhood trauma, and how the effects had no timeline for when or how they'd develop in a child. Anakin, perhaps to a tee, would fit the quintessential description of a child with latent childhood trauma, with his upbringing in slavery.

Other vassals would call Obi-Wan soft for the way he handles Anakin's emotions, but what do they know in the grander scheme of things? No one knew Anakin Skywalker better than Obi-Wan Kenobi, who, in another life, had been the mastermind of all his troubles. It's only natural that Obi-Wan would do his utmost to give Anakin everything he couldn't have in penance.

Which, currently, is the permission to start squiring under the knighthood. Obi-Wan sighs with the prescient knowledge that Anakin will likely hold onto this squabble with his puppy teeth until he or Obi-Wan gives in.

(So far, the scores are 4-0, in Anakin's favor. Doctor Che likes to make fun of his jelly-like will towards Anakin, but that's only because she had been there to watch the boy browbeat a grown man into agreeing to let him continue sleeping with said grown man because of his night terrors after a year of already living at the estate. No, Obi-Wan has no idea what the maids are gossiping about when they talk about clingy parenting.)

Anakin scowls at him from across the kitchen dining table, his short legs dangling over one of the larger wooden chairs, made especially more comical with the number of cushions Obi-Wan had helpfully added so Anakin could eat at a comfortable height. He clutches the fork in a child-sized fist, but his other hand curves over the worn edge of the table, revealing the nerves behind his grim face.

"Teacher, you told me that the normal age for a page is seven. I've already reached ten, and yet you still bar me from joining the others," Anakin says lowly, fingers tightening around the table. He looks down and jabs at a half-eaten potato in temper, but relents the next second, shoveling it into his mouth.

Even in a fit of pique, Anakin is not one to waste food, not when he still squirrels away portions of his meals back to his room daily for fear of starvation. Obi-Wan has stepped in far more piles of rotten food in their shared bedroom since knowing Anakin than when he used to foster abused dogs who'd strewn bits of kibble and wet food in the living areas in his previous life. It is a habit he still cannot break the boy from, and Obi-Wan knows he will wake to find his toes squished into another wet napkin full of hard bread and soft vegetables in the morning.

Obi-Wan refrains from massaging his temples, but only just. "Anakin, surely you can see the difference between you and the other boys. You barely reach the shoulders of even Cook's youngest boy, and he's only eight. How can you expect to keep up with the others when even the stiffest winds can still knock you aside! At least give it another year so you can grow a little more into yo ur body."

"Teacher!" Anakin protests, loud and hurt. He drops his fork and clutches instead at his shirt for comfort. "I'm already taller than I was the year before, and I have eaten more than I could have ever dreamed of. I do not feel my bones so easily anymore when I rub my belly, and I may be small yet, but I know what I am capable of. Or, do you forget how we first met in Tatooine?"

Anakin's voice trembles now, and Obi-Wan knows with the familar sink of his stomach that he has made his boy cry again with his words. He fights the groan that sits in his throat, dropping his head back, and meets the eyes of Head Cook Jettster, who nods, and shoos the scullery maids and his assistant cook, Hermione, out of the room to allow them privacy. Anakin huffs, aware of the emptying room, but makes no effort to brush away the tears gathering at his eyes.

Now, truly alone, Obi-Wan leaves his seat and walks over to Anakin's chair, dropping a hand over the back to support. He crouches down, still marveling at the way his knees can once again bend without cracking.

He looks up at Anakin's down-turned face. Anakin does his best to ignore Obi-Wan's gaze, but it takes only a patient minute before he meets his eyes. He is a good boy, Obi-Wan thinks with fondness.

"My dear, I could never forget our first meeting. You were so fierce even when you trembled before me, standing in front of your mother with your knife out, I'd dare say you were like a lion bearing his teeth for the first time." Obi-Wan smiled softly, remembering the way a grubby child had waved his makeshift weapon in front of Obi-Wan and their small retinue of knights, growling at them to stay away from his mother with a ferocity his body could scarce contain.

Anakin blushes, tightening his grip on his shirt, and darts his eyes away before looking back at Obi-Wan. He swallows and blinks wetly. "Do you think of me as weak, then, Obi-Wan?"

"Never," Obi-Wan replies, immediate and forceful. "Even when you were just bones and rags and barely able to shield your mother from Watto, you were not weak. You have far more courage in your being than grown knights who patrol the realm, and you have the unyielding tenacity of one who is borne of circumstances that would cripple the spirits of far greater men." He reaches out, palm upturned toward Anakin and slow in proffering, giving the boy a chance to move away, but Anakin gamely reaches back, clambering out of his seat to climb into Obi-Wan's lap.

The sudden shift in weight pushes Obi-Wan down onto his bottom with a expelled breath, but he does not admonish Anakin like he would usually, simply adjusts the boy to sit more comfortably between his legs. Anakin wraps his short arms around Obi-Wan's neck, grazing him with the uncomfortable cuff links that the head matron had insisted he start wearing, drawing them together until they're face-to-face. Anakin's tears are mostly gone, but Obi-Wan still wipes the remnants away with a soft hand, and Anakin leans into his touch.

"Teacher. Obi-Wan."

"Yes, dear one?"

"I know I am ready to start pagehood; and if I am smaller than the rest, then so be it. I will grow, and I will have you to guide me," Anakin says firmly, setting his lips in line. His brows furrow down, the way his expression has grown to settling in, when he speaks with conviction.

Obi-Wan is not a father, but he cannot help the way his heart twists and warms the way he imagines a parent's would, in the face of their child's determination. There is a lump in his throat.

He is the only one who knows this is merely the start of Anakin's arduous journey, one that cannot be swayed or deterred, and yet he cannot help but want to pull Anakin back, to keep him safe in Obi-Wan's arms where his boy cannot be harmed.

"I know you're ready," he allows. "But what if I'm not ready to let you go?"

Anakin frowns, and tugs gently at the back of Obi-Wan's head, pushing him down until their foreheads touch. At this distance, Anakin's blue eyes swim and out of focus, but Obi-Wan is grateful for the contact, grounding his emotions a little.

"I will always come back to you, Obi-Wan," Anakin promises. Obi-Wan's eyes flutter closed for a brief moment, and he makes a promise of his own to Anakin. I will always be here for you.

He opens his eyes as Anakin pulls away, and grins, tugging at his hair again. "And besides, it's not like I'm going anywhere anyway! There are plenty of knights here at home to squire under."

Home, Anakin says. Obi-Wan smiles back.

"I suppose it'll be nice for you to get your own room finally, once you start dorming with the other pages. I can finally wake up without having to pull a barnacle off me every morning," Obi-Wan muses. Anakin gasps, offended.

"Who says I'm going to sleep anywhere else! Nobody said anything about having to sleep with the other pages!" Anakin cries. "Can't I stay with you in our room!"

Obi-Wan finally sets Anakin down, pulling away with a snort. "Well, my dear boy, it's like you said. You are ten now."

"Trickery! Foul!"

#wip #my writing #wip wednesday #star wars #obikin #transmigration au #this section is very wordy and rough bc i haven’t written in over two years #but the words just vomited out #there’s a lot of backstory that still hasn’t developed yet but it’s all very jesus take the wheel rn #no outline we’re running on vibes alone #there’s also probably a lot more childcare rofan moments in this au than ppl will like #but at its heart this is a self-indulgent fic so #obi wan and anakin

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anakinskywalkerog · 2 years ago

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My Very Soul (Chapter 33)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 32

Warnings: grief!! depression!!! tread lightly!! things will get better, our girl will heal, but please engage with this only if you feel good/healthy yourself! also, drama/angst, but that's what you get from me

Summary: Anakin comforts you after the death of your Master; you wrestle with some difficult truths, and agree to train with someone new

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It was heavy. There was no other way to explain it. Your grief was a heavy pillow, suffocating you as you lay in your bed. You felt like the sheets might swallow whole you under the weight. The feel of Anakin's arms around you faded in the face of the soft, quiet, heavy feeling pressing on you. It was like being underwater. It was like trying to fight wind stronger than a hurricane. It pushed you down, and you felt like you had no strength to fight against it.

You'd awoken after Felucia in the Temple's medical chamber, Anakin at your side. You had no memory of anything that had happened after Yuma had been killed, and you didn't understand why Anakin looked so full of relief, why he had tears in his eyes at the sight of you. Obi-Wan had simply explained that you had lost consciousness, similar to the way you had when encountering Dooku's presence. Something in Anakin's face told you that it wasn't quite that simple.

Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, much, about what had happened after your Master had been taken from you. You couldn't find it in yourself to care about anything at all, other than the arms that remained around you, other than having Anakin by your side. You found that there were times when even that desire started to fade; when you felt the heaviness pressing in and lost any feeling at all.

"Y/N," Anakin whispered, shaking your arm a little, reaching over to run his fingers gently through your thick hair, pushing it away from your face. Every so often he would say something like this, something soft and gentle, like he were trying to make sure you could still hear him.

"I'm here," you replied, not looking at him, but reaching out and gripping his sleeve. Anakin brushed away the tears that fell softly and steadily out of your eyes and onto the sheets of the big bed in your Jedi apartment, situated in the Knight's Billet in the Temple. This is where you had remained for days, barely moving, barely sleeping or eating, struggling to fight the weight in order to keep breathing.

After you had left the medical chambers, you had recounted to the Council how Vyra had lured you into that cave, how she had manipulated the severity of the battle on Felucia and used the Sith dwelling to call to you in order to trap you and 'torture' you. You had told them what she had said of her reason for doing so, her grudge that she had held since you had been assigned your mission on Serenno. You had explained what she had recounted about Dooku and his mysterious "Master"; you'd noticed that Yoda and Windu had shared a look at that information. You couldn't bring yourself to care, at the moment, what that meant. You had struggled for breath, standing in the center of that circle of Jedi atop the tall tower, as you had recounted the last moments of Yuma's life: how she had been in the throes of a horrible vision, caused by the poison that made her live through her worst fears. You could barely get the words out when you described Vyra killing your Master, and taking her lightsaber. Obi-Wan had stood up to walk you out, his hand on your back the whole way back to your apartment, his face grim. You hadn't emerged since.

"Y/N," Anakin said again, stroking your face, your arm. "You need to eat something." You shook your head. The thought of moving at all, let alone eating, drinking, sounded too hard. You felt the heaviness pressing in on you.

"I love you," Anakin said again, and the agony in his presence was like a spark, a stabbing pain that brought you out of the heavy feeling, if only for a moment. Your eyes filled, again, with tears.

"I know," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

"I'll be here with you," Anakin said, reaching forward to kiss your eyelids, brushing the tears away with the gentle press of his lips. "I won't let them make me leave."

"You can't stay forever, Ani," you sighed, curling into him, wishing your words weren't true.

"I won't—"

Anakin cut off his words, feeling the same disturbance in the Force that made your senses heighten. Someone was coming.

A soft knock sounded on the door of the apartment. You and Anakin both looked at each other, sensing the presence that stood outside.

"Maybe he'll leave," you breathed into Anakin's ear, not moving. Anakin remained still, listening. You waited, holding your breath.

"Y/N," you heard, Obi-Wan's soft voice calling through the door as he knocked again. If he came into the apartment, it would only take a few steps past the kitchen for him to see through the open bedroom door, where he would find you and Anakin in bed together—

"What do we do?" you whispered, panicked, your eyes widening. Numb with grief you may be; but if you and Anakin were caught, it could risk your position in the Order. Anakin's eyes darted around, and landed on the tiny wardrobe built into the wall. Jedi Knights were granted little storage space, as they were not to keep possessions of their own.

"Anakin, he'll sense you!" you whispered frantically, but Anakin was already up and running in his boxers to the wardrobe. He sucked in his gut and used the force to close the wardrobe's doors as you heard Obi-Wan's voice sound again from outside the door.

"Y/N, I'm coming in," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and suppliant. You pulled yourself up in your bed, fighting against the heaviness in your limbs as you used the Force to summon your robe, hastily throwing it on over your nightgown as the door to your apartment opened and Obi-Wan stepped inside.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," Obi-Wan said as he walked forward to stand in the open door of your bedroom. You knew you probably looked like Moraband; you hadn't visited the refresher in days, and your hair was a tangled mess on your head. You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts linger on the dark circles under your eyes.

"That's all right, Master," you replied, your voice hoarse. Obi-Wan walked forward and pulled the chair near the window around so that it was facing you. You gulped as he turned, looking back to you as if to ask, may I ? You nodded, gesturing that he should sit. Obi-Wan had never been inside your apartment before—his presence startled you enough that you felt the heavy numbness backing away from you.

"I came to bring you this," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward in the chair and pulling something from the pocket of his robes. As he reached out to hand it to you, you sighed in amazement.

"How...?" you asked, leaning forward to take your lightsaber from him and gripping it. You felt each familiar divot of the hilt like you had found an old friend lost to time; you felt the ghosts of tears prickle behind your eyes, and you willed them away.

"I recovered it for you, on Felucia," Obi-Wan responded quietly. "When you were found, in that cave." His tone was careful, quiet, and solemn. "I wanted to return it to you before, but...it seemed a difficult enough moment." You thought back to facing the Council, to the whirlwind of emotions you'd faced upon waking up here, in the Temple, without your Master, for the first time in your life.

"Thank you," you managed to get out, looking back up at him and keeping your tears at bay. He simply nodded. You looked around, feeling awkward, working to keep your gaze anywhere but on the wardrobe behind Obi-Wan's back.

"I also..." Obi-Wan started, and you met his gaze, his face lit by the rays of sun streaming in through the partially closed blinds. "I am also here because I wanted to make a proposition to you."

You squinted, gripping your robe around yourself, inclining your head to indicate that he should continue.

"You are, of course, under no obligation to do so..." Obi-Wan started, rubbing his hands over his mustache and through his beard. "But...I know how important it was to Yuma that you work on your ability, to block out the presences of the Sith." At these words, your heart dropped. The weight came back in full force, pushing you down. It was an effort to keep yourself seated, to not lay back into the sheets and give in to the heaviness that pressed into you. You swallowed, nodding. "I would like to continue your training, in that regard," Obi-Wan said, watching you intently, his voice soft. "Not to pick up where Yuma left off, necessarily. But to work to make sure you are fully in control of your abilities...so that, when the time comes that you must protect yourself, you are as prepared as you can be. I would like to do everything in my power to help you."

You struggled to breathe evenly, working the air in and out of your lungs. You knew that Obi-Wan meant well—that he was trying to show care for you, and for Yuma, by offering to help. And you knew you needed the help, knew now that your susceptibility to the dark side of the Force was a liability. So you couldn't help but hear the unspoken truth behind Obi-Wan's words—that it was your fault, what had happened on Felucia. That if you had made more progress in your lessons with Yuma, she would still...

Be here, you finished in your head, your eyes welling up against your will. You didn't need Obi-Wan to tell you. You knew the truth. You knew who was responsible for Yuma's death.

"Y/N," Obi-Wan started, leaning forward like he wanted to do something to comfort you, but you shook your head, letting the tears fall.

"I'll do it," you said, pushing against the heaviness. "I'll train with you." It was all you could manage. Obi-Wan paused, as if debating, then leaned back in his chair, putting his hand down.

"Good," Obi-Wan replied, his voice contemplative. "I'd like to start right away, given that the war has made it so my time at the Temple is limited. Tomorrow?" You nodded, looking away from him, your face flushed at your embarrassment. You'd never cried in front of Obi-Wan, and you didn't like it—you didn't want to feel weak around him, the Jedi who was always so very much in control. Until recently, you'd thought of yourself and Obi-Wan as similar souls, similar warriors who kept their emotions in check. You now realized that you were useless in more ways than one, that people like Obi-Wan would always surpass you. You wanted to go back to sleep.

"The last thing..." Obi-Wan continued, his voice unnervingly gentle. "I wanted to tell you," he said, leaning forward in his chair, waiting until you looked up to meet his gaze, "that you aren't alone. Though I know that no one and nothing could ever replace what Yuma was to you—to all of us—I want you to know that you still have family, here. That you still have a mentor that cares for you deeply." You blinked, the brazen affection in this statement disarming you.

"And that if you ever need to discuss anything," Obi-Wan continued, "anything, even things that you wouldn't bring to others in the Order, you can come to me. Whenever you need." You could have sworn Obi-Wan glanced infinitesimally toward the wardrobe, but it was so fast, you must have been imagining it.

"Thank you, Obi-Wan," you said, your voice small, your gratitude sincere. You felt so much affection and adoration for the Jedi Master sitting in front of you. You wished only that his faith in you wasn't so displaced. You felt your body shaking, the effort of pushing off the weight beginning to wear on you.

"That's all," Obi-Wan said, smiling at you as he stood, walking toward the door. "I'll expect you in the meditation chambers tomorrow." You nodded, feeling drained. "Don't—don't be unkind to yourself," Obi-Wan added, pausing in the bedroom doorway to turn back to you. "All of this is hard enough as it is." You nodded again, wondering how he could sense what you were thinking so accurately. Obi-Wan turned away, striding for the door to the apartment.

You listened as the front door slid shut, waiting, your heart beating. He didn't return. You sank back into your pillows, pulling the robe around you in a cocoon as you heard the wardrobe door slide open.

Anakin didn't say anything as he lay down next to you, pulling your whole body and cradling it in his arms, burying his face in your hair.

"Training might be a good thing," Anakin whispered, in a tone like he was trying to sound optimistic. You pulled yourself closer to him, your body quivering as if you were cold. You felt the tears at the edge of your eyes again, felt the quivers turn into quiet sobs.

"I'm here," Anakin said, kissing your head and stroking your back. "I'm here." What else could he say? Everything certainly wasn't okay. You tried in vain to calm the sobs, but they continued. Whenever you fought the numbness enough to stave it off, this was what happened. It was, in some ways, worse to feel.

"I should have been there," Anakin said vengefully, his voice shaky, "I shouldn't have left you." You inhaled, quickly, another sob breaking out of you.

"Are you saying—are you saying that you could have prevented it?" You pulled back in Anakin's arms, looking him in the face, your eyes wide. "That it's my fault, that she's...that she's...?" you felt your body continue to shake. Unfamiliar anger pulsed through you, the bitter anger that was only self-directed. You needed somewhere to put it. Nothing made sense, anymore. Your brain turned to fire.

"No, of course—no, Y/N, of course that's not—" Anakin started, alarmed, gripping your arms as you pulled farther away from him.

"You don’t have to say that, because I already know!" you replied, shouting now, as you pulled yourself out of the bed, standing before him. Anakin was on his feet immediately, his arms outstretched for you, but you backed away. "I know what happened is my fault entirely!! If I hadn’t—choked—if I had just listened—"

"Y/N, no, no, that's not it, no, listen to me, that's not..."

"You heard Obi-Wan," you continued, sobbing again. "And you said it yourself. Yuma was right. I was a liability, and because of me, my Master is dead."

"Y/N!" Anakin was shouting now, reaching out for you again, but you pushed him away, backing into the corner of your bedroom and sinking to the floor.

"Just leave," you choked, closing your eyes, feeling the world around you start to sway. "Just go." The world was starting to fade.

"Y/N," Anakin said gently, moving toward you slowly, his arms outstretched like he was approaching a loose rancor. "Y/N, it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault. I didn't think that for one second, and neither does Obi-Wan."

"Just leave," you repeated, softly, your sobs coming freely now. You didn't deserve to be comforted. You wanted to descend into oblivion. You were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, in your arms. You looked around, but saw that your vision was blurring over.

"I can't do that," Anakin murmured softly, and you felt his hands prying at your arms. You hadn't realized you'd been gripping your knees so tightly. You started to breathe quickly. "Look at me, Y/N," Anakin whispered, and you looked around, frantic now, your eyes clouded, unable to see. "Come back to me," Anakin breathed into your ear, and you blinked, his face swimming into view.

"I can't ever leave you," Anakin said, pulling you into his arms right there on the floor. You wanted to reply. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't ever leave him, either. You wanted to promise that the two of you would be together forever. But the world had changed, when Yuma had been taken from you. Or, you had changed. You now knew that everyone, no matter how much you loved them, would someday vanish. You didn't understand it—how one day, someone could be so very real, and the next, they could be gone. And Anakin would vanish, someday, too. You leaned into him, feeling how very real and alive he felt, with his arms around you. You felt the heaviness descend as you wept.

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incorrectchaosquartet · 1 year ago

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Grim: Bad news—Skywalker locked himself outside of his own house.

Grim: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Grim: Bad news—Obi-Wan finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.

Grim: Good news—a cute girl saw me do it.

Grim: Bad news—it was Ahsoka, and since she's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.

#grim kennet #grim & anakin & obi wan & ahsoka #incorrect tcwganv

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phoenix-downer · 3 months ago

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Light of the Force

Chapter 5/7 - Old Friends

Summary: Anakin speaks with Obi-Wan.

“Hello, old friend,” Obi-Wan said with a twinkle in his eye. His former Master and mentor retained his appearance at the time of his death at Anakin's hand. He looked like the gentle, elderly uncle who had watched over Luke from afar instead of the great Jedi warrior he had once been. But it dawned on Anakin that Obi-Wan had never really wanted a life of fighting; the irony was, he was very good at it, but he'd always longed for peace.

They were in a place that held grim memories for them both, but the searing lava and scorching volcanic rock of Mustafar couldn't hurt either of them now. Anakin knew he had to face this place and face Obi-Wan before he could move on.

“I take it you're not angry with me for killing you?” Anakin said, falling into their old banter because he didn't know how else to dodge around the Bantha in the speeder.

“I take it you're not angry with me for chopping off three of your limbs and leaving you to burn?” Obi-Wan responded, almost blithely, but there was a seriousness beneath those twinkling blue eyes that Anakin recognized after years of knowing him.

“Well, maybe a little…” Anakin admitted. “Though I can't say I didn't have it coming,” he added with a grimace.

“Oh Anakin, if only things had turned out differently.” Anakin knew Obi-Wan had long ago accepted how their fates had played out, but the pain and regret in his friend's voice was still evident.

Anakin looked over the fiery landscape in front of them. “They could have, if I had made better decisions.” He only had himself to blame. It was true that the shadow known as Senator Palpatine, the Emperor, and Darth Sidious had manipulated him his entire life, but in the end, Anakin had chosen to do the things he did. It was his decisions that had led him to become Darth Vader, cold and callous and cruel on the outside while his heart and mind and body never stopped burning from Mustafar’s flames.

“I wish with all my heart I had been there when you turned to the Dark Side,” Obi-Wan said, “but Palpatine played us all for fools.”

“I won't argue with you there,” Anakin replied. Sidious was the ultimate puppetmaster who had manipulated them all masterfully. How good it had felt to take back control of his fate and save his son. For the puppet to grab ahold of his strings at long last and cut them, one by one.

A smile twitched at Obi-Wan's lips. “That may be the first time you've ever told me that.”

"But it won't be the last,” Anakin promised.

“I could get used to this,” Obi-Wan mused, eyes dancing as he rubbed his chin in a playful imitation of deep thought.

But Anakin grew serious once more, not quite ready to switch over completely to light banter. “I'm sorry for killing you, Obi-Wan. Imagine if I'd returned to the light then instead. We could've trained Luke and Leia together.”

Obi-Wan pressed a hand on his shoulder. “I had a good life, Anakin, and I am at peace. It was my time to die, and I always knew deep down you would be there for my death. Of course, I didn't always imagine you would be the one to do it, but in the end, it felt like my penance for leaving you to burn.”

“Still, I shouldn't have done it.” He wouldn't let Obi-Wan make excuses for him. He’d killed Obi-Wan out of anger and a desire for revenge, not because it was somehow the right thing to do.

“Ah, but what you meant for evil the Force used for good. My death made me far more powerful than I could ever have been in life. And you did the right thing in the end, Anakin. Padmé and Luke were right about you. You killed the Emperor and saved your son at the cost of your own life, and in doing so, you brought balance to the Force, just as the prophecy foretold.”

“If only I had done it much sooner.” Then he and Padmé could've raised Luke and Leia together, he and Obi-Wan would've still been friends, no, brothers—

Obi-Wan shook his head. “What has been done cannot be undone, but we can move forward together. And, when the time is right, you must forgive yourself, as I already have. But my part is only half of the equation.”

Anakin’s perception of Obi-Wan shifted, changed; the man who had been his brother was before him again, young and radiant like his mother had been. Like all the worries and cares of Obi-Wan’s hard life had melted away. Perhaps Obi-Wan had been waiting for Anakin's forgiveness as much as Anakin had been waiting for Obi-wan’s.

He smiled and glanced beyond Anakin. “Now, there is something we must train you to do, something that my master showed to me.”

“We?” Anakin’s brow furrowed, and then he turned around. “Master Qui-Gon?”

Sure enough, the kind, wise man from Anakin's childhood was there, just as Anakin remembered him. His shoulder-length hair and beard gave him a certain gravitas, and he was dressed in simple Jedi robes.

“It's been a long time, Anakin,” he replied, sounding as proud as a father.

A lump built in Anakin's throat. How different things would've been for both him and Obi-Wan if Qui-Gon Jinn had lived. But he was here now, and that was what counted. And here was no longer the fiery depths of Mustafar, but the peaceful landscape of Qui-Gon’s home world. They were standing near the River of Light, a place strong with the Light Side of the Force. Anakin recognized the dark stones in the river with veins of deep red that shone through when the light hit them just right. The stones were Force sensitive, and Qui-Gon had given Obi-Wan a stone he had plucked from the river years ago, and Obi-Wan had in turn given it to Anakin.

“What are you doing here?” Anakin asked. “Or maybe I should ask, what am I doing here?”

“Would you like your son and daughter to be able to see you?” Qui-Gon said. “Would you like to speak with your children?”

Anakin's eyes went wide. “Is that possible?” The Sith had a way of doing it, but it was deeply selfish and malevolent, and he knew he couldn't draw on that power. But if the Jedi had a way of doing it, a selfless way, a benevolent way, then that was the answer to his question. How he would do what Owen and Beru and Bail and Breha had asked of him. And so much more. Imagine what he could do if he could communicate with Luke and Leia, all the good he could accomplish—

Another figure joined them, small and green and with very sensitive, pointy ears. “The Light Side of the force, many abilities it has that the Dark Side, understand, does not.”

Anakin bowed deeply. “Master Yoda, Master Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, please show me how to use this ability. I want to help Luke and Leia. Show me how to help my children.”

This would be how he would atone. He had done what he could for those already dead, but to assist the living who remained behind…that would be his legacy.

The three of them smiled. “A noble reason, this is, for learning this ability,” Yoda replied. “Come, let us teach him.”

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A/N: This story is dedicated to my friend @scoobysnack1107 ❤️ Liv really loves Anakin, especially Anakin being a dad, so I wrote this for her birthday last week exploring his character further.

I am indebted to the moving Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover as well as the excellent Return of the Jedi novelization by James Kahn to inform character voices, world descriptions, etc.

Also, a big thank you to my sister for reading over this story 🙏 She gave me some good feedback, and it was a lot of fun working with her ❤️

A big thank you to the people who liked and reblogged the story ❤️ Sorry for the delay on posting here, the entire story is on AO3 if you want to read the rest now 👀 This chapter was a lot of fun to write because I really enjoyed writing Obi-Wan’s interactions with Anakin, and I also really enjoyed writing the final two chapters! I'll upload those to tumblr soon.

See you next time!

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