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Written in the Stars: Chapter IV - Heavy Hearts

Chapter Summary: You haven't heard from Anakin ever since he has confessed his feelings to you. You miss your best friend and it shows. Everyone can tell something is wrong, but one person figures out what's bothering you and make you realize the truth as well. One day, you're forced to make a terrible decision for the good of your people. The only person who can help you find a third way is… Anakin. But will he help you after what happened between you two? And can your relationship still be fixed?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, C-3PO, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano

Word Count: 6382

A/N: Inspired by prompts: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090695361/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090754675/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090754673/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090718023/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090766142/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090919861/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090746529/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090718020/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389090721236/ This chapter also contains a dialogue from "Attack of the Clones". The gif is not mine. I hope you'll enjoy!

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Ever since your argument, if you can call it that, with Anakin you haven't seen or heard from him. You tried calling him a few times. But he never answered. Sad, angry and disappointed, you stopped trying. However, it hit you hard.

Everyone around you has noticed that something has changed. You're no longer doing anything with a spring in your step. A certain spark you've always seemed to carry in you that has always brightened up the room seems to have died out. You rarely smile and it never reaches your eyes. They ask what happened. You insist you're fine. But you're not. Because you miss a certain Jedi Knight.

Lanash Kijalah is the first to understand what's going on. She lets you subtly know it when you're working on some documents late into night again. She brings you another cup of tea and stares at you with worry.

'They won't run away tomorrow, my lady,' she says softly. 'And you need to rest.'

'I'm fine,' you insist and sip the tea without looking at the cup. 'I have a lot of work to do.'

'It's not the first time,' your maid carefully says. 'You've barely slept recently.'

'Busy time,' you respond. 'I knew that it would be like that after the coronation.'

She stares at you for a moment. Finally, she grabs the previous cup and turns to leave. She suddenly stops and looks over her shoulder at you.

'People get drunk,' she says, confusing you so much you look up at her. 'They kiss the wrong person. Get lost in work. And pretend to be okay. People will do anything to distract their hearts. They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.'

Your eyes go wide. You drop your quill. She gives you a knowing look and leaves the room. You exhale shakily after a moment and run a hand through your hair.

'Damn you, Lanash,' you murmur, blinking away the tears. 'Damn you and your observant eyes.'

A few days later your father calls you to his chambers. When you reach them, you're about to knock, but your mother's raised voice causes you to freeze:

'You're breaking your promise to her!'

'What other choice do I have?' your father asks, annoyed… but also tired. 'If we don't agree, our people-'

'Shh!' your mother hushes him. They continue to speak in lowered volumes. You wait a moment then knock.

'Come in,' the King calls after a pause. You walk in. Andrrei is standing behind his desk. Lyra is sitting on a couch. They don't look happy. Not a good sign.

'You wanted to see me, father,' you say and walk to them. Your father smiles weakly at you.

'Yes, darling,' he says and motions at the couch. 'Please, sit.'

You sit down carefully next to your mother. The King paces nervously.

'We have a problem,' he starts after a moment. 'You're aware, of course, that most of resources we use to shield our people from magnetic storms come from the planet Jantoth.'

You nod when he stops and looks at you. He resumes his walk, more nervous with every step.

'The time has come to renew our deal with its king,' he continues. 'We've talked today. He… he claims it was harder to gain the materials this year. He demands a larger sum for it. Much… much larger.'

'We've already been paying them too much as it is,' you comment, frowning. 'If we pay them even more… we'll be ruined. Or in debt if we borrow the credits from someone.'

'He's aware of it,' Andrrei says and winces. 'He… offered an alternative.'

He stops. A heavy silence fills the room. Lyra purses her lips, clearly displeased. You raise your eyebrows.

'And?' you urge them. 'What is this offer?'

'That you marry his son,' the Queen answers when it's clear the King has troubles with saying this to you. You look at them, aghast.

'I do what?' you ask, your eyes wide, and shake your head. 'Absolutely not.'

'[Y/N]…' your father sighs. 'I don't like it either. But… the lives of our people depend on it. We must at least consider it.'

'Consider being blackmailed?' you ask, bewildered. 'Because that's what it is. I agree for negotiation about price, but not treating me like I'm one. Especially since you made me and Astrariel a promise.'

Andrrei winces. You stare at him, your gaze like a pure steel.

'I know,' he says quietly and runs a hand down his face. 'I know, [Y/N]. And I wish I could spare you this. Fulfil my promise to you and your sister. But sometimes… we must make sacrifices for the good of our people.'

'I've been doing them ever since I was old enough to understand my responsibilities,' you say after a moment. 'I asked for this one thing. I won't agree to marry someone I don't love.'

'[Y/N]-' your mother starts, reaching for you. But you stand up abruptly and march out of the room, barely restraining yourself from slamming the door behind you. But you do slam the door to your chambers when you enter them. You make Lanash jump, startled.

'My lady?' she asks, her eyes wide. 'Has something happened?'

You walk past her and sit down on your bed with a sigh. You hide your head in your hands. When you lift it up, she's standing in front of you, looking at you with worry. You tell her about the conversation with your parents. She's shocked by this revelation.

'Is there nothing that can be done?' she asks when you're done.

'We rely too heavily on those resources,' you answer. 'We've been researching into alternatives… but to no avail for now. But this… this price is too heavy. Both options.'

You gulp, desperate to stop the tears. Kijalah stares at you with sympathy.

'I know my duties to the planet and its people,' you say after a beat. 'But this… this is a lot. What do you think I should do?'

Your maid is quiet for a moment. She walks to the window and looks out of it.

'The sad truth is so many people are in love and not together,' she says finally, 'and so many people are together and not in love.'

'Exactly!' you say, standing up abruptly. 'Why should I have such relationship as well? Then again… There's always a chance we will fall in love. I mean, I met the prince and he was… so not my type, both in looks and personality. But maybe… he has changed. Or will. And we can… fall in love.'

You sit down, deflated. You really don't believe it. Lanash looks at you.

'Even if you won't love him,' she says, surprising you. 'Because you already gave your heart to someone else.'

Your eyes snap to her. Her gaze is serious.

'What do you mean?' you ask coldly. But she doesn't shy away. She comes back to you.

'I know you, my lady,' she says. 'A few years ago, you would sacrifice your own happiness for the good of your people. But not now. Because you already know with whom you'd like to spend your life.'

'I don't know what you mean,' you deny, turning your eyes from her.

'I don't know what happened between you and General Skywalker,' she says after a beat. 'But ever since the day we last saw him, you've been terribly unhappy.'

You gulp. Your heart is beating very fast now.

'It's because we're friends and I hate to be at odds with him,' you insist. You risk a look at your friend and see she's giving you a dubious look.

'What's the first thing you see when you think of him… imagine him in your mind?' she asks suddenly. You don't even have to think.

'Those sparkly eyes when he laughs,' you answer with a soft smile. It quickly falls when you realize what you said. You sigh and hide your face in your hands again.

'This is bad,' you whisper. 'So bad. I mean… it can never happen. I told him this when he-'

'He what?' Lanash asks when you trail off. You don't answer. Her eyes go wide.

'He confessed, didn't he?' she guesses. 'And you told him you can't. That's why he left so angry.'

'I had to,' you whisper, pulling your hands away. 'He… he's a Jedi. They can't be in relationships. Besides… I now have to marry for the good of the planet.'

'My lady…' your maid says quietly. You stand up and give her a sad smile.

'Would you mind preparing me a bath?' you ask, wanting this conversation to be over. Her shoulders slump.

'Of course, my lady,' she says, bowing her head. She turns and leaves to the bathroom. You walk to the window and gaze at the setting sun. You're not even aware of the tears streaming down your face.

*

You burst into your room and march toward the bathroom. Lanash stares after you, bewildered. She looks at C-3PO when he enters the room.

'I guess the meeting didn't go well?' she asks.

'Well… the Prince was very rude,' the droid answers, troubled. 'I was honestly expecting Princess [Y/N] to start hitting him with her datapad. The look she was giving him was murderous.'

'Oh, dear…' your maid sighs. You return, droplets of water on your face. You've attempted to cool down with splashing it on your face.

'Something is not adding up,' you declare and start pacing. 'With the numbers of the resources. When you first look at it, everything seems correct. But the longer I stared at it, something seemed off to me. Every time I tried to find out what, the Prince or the King were distracting me. Something is up.'

'What can we do?' C-3PO asks. You stop and sigh heavily.

'Nothing, Threepio,' you say grimly. 'If I demand an investigation or make one secretly, it will seem as if I just want to escape this marriage. True, I want that, but I also don't want my planet and its people to be deceived.'

'Well… you could ask someone to conduct an investigation for you,' Lanash suggests slowly, a plan forming in her head. 'And make it seem the request didn't come from you nor the King.'

'And who would do that?' you scoff. Your maid and droid exchange a look. She looks at you pointedly.

'A certain Jedi Knight,' she answers. You tense. You shake your head.

'Absolutely not,' you disagree. 'Besides, he won't agree.'

'Master Anakin will do anything for you, Princess [Y/N],' C-3PO argues. You smile sadly at him.

'Not after our argument,' you deny.

'He will if you ask him,' your maid says softly. 'And tell him what's at stake.'

'I can't promise him what he wants,' you say after a moment.

'He'll still do it if he finds out the alternative is you living unhappily,' she argues. 'Of course, we first have to get the information of his current whereabouts. There's no way of telling where he is with the Clone Wars raging across the galaxy. And this conversation should be face to face.'

'He's on Naboo,' you say reluctantly. Your friends look at you with surprise. You sigh.

'I've talked to Padmé this morning,' you explain, tense. 'She told me they're going to be there for the next few days.'

'Is she…?' Lanash asks hesitantly.

'It appears so,' you say flatly.

'But Master Anakin loves you,' the droid quickly says. You look at him with raised eyebrows. Your maid gives you an innocent smile. You roll your eyes.

'Well, who knows what has happened between them during the last months,' you say and smile sadly. 'Why would he wait for an unwilling princess, when he can have a very willing senator?'

'Because his heart is yours,' C-3PO answers and you look away. 'At least talk to him. Ask him for help. He could never refuse to you. Not only because of your feelings, but because you saved his mother.'

You're silent. You consider the pros and cons. And your options. You stare out of the window, begging the gods to give you the answer to your problem.

Some time later on Naboo Anakin is woken up by knocking on his door. Puzzled and wary of who may need him at this hour, he walks to the door with the lightsaber in his hand and opens the door. He's met with a hooded figure. Before he can demand from this person to reveal themselves, they lift their head up and he sees your face.

'[Y/N]?' he asks, stunned. 'What are you…? How…?'

'Can I come in?' you ask quietly. 'Please. No one can know I'm here.'

Skywalker nods, stunned, and moves aside. You quickly slip into the room. He closes the door behind you and follows you further into the room. After making sure all the windows are covered, you turn to him and put down your hood. He sucks in a breath.

'[Y/N], no offence, but you look awful,' he says, his brows knitting in worry.

'Well, you stopped saying goodnight and I stopped sleeping,' you say, smiling weakly. He doesn't respond in kind. Your face falls. You look away.

'Padmé showed me a secret way on Naboo and to the palace, in case I needed to talk to her and not wanting anyone to know about it,' you explain. 'I hate using it behind her back, but even she cannot know I was here tonight.'

'Why not?' the Jedi asks, frowning. You bite your lip. His eyes are immediately captivated by it and he wishes he was the one doing it.

'To protect our cities from magnetic storms, we build shields,' you start, confusing him. 'But the materials from it are nowhere to be found on our planet. So, for years we've been striking deals with the planet Jantoth. Soon, the present one will expire. We're in the middle of negotiations of a new one. They demand more money, claiming they've been gaining less resources in the last years. But something isn't right. They've only showed us the data on the meeting we had with them and refuse to send it to us. And while I was looking at them, I could tell something is wrong. But I can't tell what.'

'That sounds bad,' Anakin says slowly. 'But why have you come to me with this?'

'We can't allow ourselves to pay them as much as they demand,' you say after a long pause. 'And I don't want them to deceive my people if they're really doing it. I can't conduct my own investigation, it would be… not perceived right. So, I've come to ask for your help. I know I hurt you-'

'It doesn't matter,' he interrupts you. 'I'll do it.'

Your eyes open wide. He stares at you calmly.

'You… will?' you ask, stunned. You were prepared to beg and he says he'll do it? Just like that?

'We… had our differences,' he says slowly. 'My fault. I shouldn't have assumed- I'm sorry. I was hurt, yes. But you need me. I can't turn you down. I'll finish my mission on Naboo, then ask Obi-Wan for help. Together we'll find out what's really going on here.'

'Thank you,' you say, truly grateful. He smiles at you. Hesitantly, you walk to him. You look into each other's eyes. You smile.

'I missed you, you know?' you ask. 'I hated that we were at odds. It made me really unhappy. But it also made me realize…'

'Yes?' he asks eagerly, taking a step toward you. You hesitate.

'That I've been smiling more often ever since I met you and much less after we stopped talking to each other,' you finally say and tilt your head. 'Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to be able to look at someone and smile for no reason.'

'[Y/N]…' he says quietly, leaning toward you. This wakes you up and you take a step back.

'I should go,' you say and touch his arm hesitantly. 'Thank you, Anakin. Truly.'

'Anything for you,' he says softly. You share a small smile, then you quickly sneak out of the room. Long after you're gone, he still ponders on your situation.

A few days later, Skywalker returns to Coruscant. It's late after he finishes giving his report, so he goes to his room to rest and decides to talk to Kenobi about your problem the next day. But once again he's woken up by a knock on his door.

'Please, not another mission,' he murmurs and opens the door. He's met again with hooded figure. He recognizes your cloak, but before he can relax, you look up and he sees your tear-stricken face. He's stunned.

'[Y/N]?' he asks, shocked and worried. 'What-?'

'I'm sorry,' you choke out. 'I… I'm so sorry.'

He's terrified now. He quickly ushers you in. He grabs you by your arms tightly.

'Tell me what's wrong,' he begs. 'Please, tell me, how can I help?'

'I can't do it,' you whisper, confusing him. 'I can't do what they expect of me.'

'And… what do they expect from you?' he asks slowly. Your eyes fill with tears again.

'To marry the prince of Jantoth,' you answer, shocking him. 'And I can't do it. I can't marry him, because I can't have a loveless marriage and I will never love him. I know I won't. Because I know you exist, no other man will do. The heart wants what it wants and mine wants you.'

He stiffens. He stares at you with disbelief. It slowly turns into hope.

'What are you saying?' he asks. You look him in the eyes with pain in your eyes.

'It is you,' you say and jab him angrily in the chest. 'It is… kriff… you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you and somehow, I can see fifty years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we're together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good. I… I love you, Anakin.'

In a second, his hands are on your cheeks and he presses his lips to yours. You should pull away. But it feels so good, so right, and you've dreamt about this moment so much that you find yourself kissing him back.

'Forgive me,' he says after pulling away, panting. 'I just… After hearing you say that, I couldn't help myself.'

'It's okay,' you whisper. He looks at you closely.

'Why would they want you to marry that prince?' he asks. You sigh and turn your head.

'It's an alternative offer for the resources,' you explain. 'I know I should just bear with it but… I can't. Because of you.'

You look at him sadly. He reaches out to you but drops his hand.

'How much time do we have?' he asks after a beat.

'A week,' you answer. 'Then it's going to be announced to the courts. The Prince will formally ask for my hand.'

'Let's go get Obi-Wan,' he decides. You look at him with gratitude. You put back your hood on and follow him quietly through the corridors.

'Anakin?' Kenobi asks, rubbing his eyes, when he opens the door. His eyes drift to you. He frowns. You lift your head to let him see your face and put a finger on your lips. He looks at you with surprise, but lets you in.

'What are you doing here, [Y/N]?' he asks. 'And in such secret?'

You explain your situation to him. You only leave out the part of you loving Skywalker. You just say you can't marry someone you don't love.

'That is serious,' the older Jedi says when you're done. 'And you're sure something is not adding up?'

'Definitely,' you confirm. He hums, finger on his chin.

'We must find an excuse for going there,' he says and looks at you. 'I'm sure you must come back now. Go and rest. Leave it to us. We won't fail you.'

'You never do,' you say, smiling at him. You look at Anakin. He nods.

'We'll see you soon,' he promises.

'Thank you,' you say and sneak out, leaving the Jedi in a deep discussion. On your way home you're a wreck of nerves. Can they save you in time?

*

The week has passed. You had no word from Anakin and Obi-Wan. You're standing in the throne room, watching with dread as your court and guests from Jantoth gather. You still hope the Jedi will show up. But if not… should you just accept the proposal in belief they will get you out of it with their discovery? But what if they don't find anything?

'My lady…' Lanash speaks softly from behind you. You glace at her with sadness.

'Follow your heart,' she whispers. You stare at each other for a moment. But then your father calls for attention. He's trying to be calm, but you see he's grim.

'I'm very glad you've been able to join us today,' he says. He starts talking about the co-operation between your two planets. You stop listening. You focus on him again when he starts speaking that you're going to join a tighter union today. Both courts look at him with interest. Your heart speeds up.

'What is he talking about?' Astrariel whispers to you. You clench your fists. Father forbade to tell her anything. He knew she'd throw a riot in your name.

'And there is no stronger union than marriage,' your father finishes. People start whispering, astonished. Your father takes a step back and the prince of Jantoth, Jordari, takes his place.

'What, for the love of the gods?' your sister asks, stunned. You can't answer, because the Prince turns to you and you must to the same.

'Princess [Y/N] of Luth,' Jordari begins and falls on his knee, which gets him gasps from the courts, 'will you join me in building the strong union between our planets and marry me?'

'Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!' the younger princess hisses. Bless her heart. You'll hug her later. For now, you have to decide what to answer. But all it takes is a look at the Prince's smug smile to get your answer. You open your mouth to strongly refuse, when the door suddenly burst open and three familiar people and one unfamiliar man rush in.

'Hold on, Your Highness!' Obi-Wan calls. People start murmuring, shocked. You want to cry with relief. Your father stands beside you with a frown.

'Master Kenobi, what is the meaning of this?' he asks. Obi-Wan, Skywalker and Tano quickly cross the room to you.

'We have evidence the royal family of Jantoth is trying to deceive you, Your Majesty,' Anakin declares. You want to kiss him. Thank the gods, they have it. You don't even hear gasps nor offended gasps.

'How dare you?!' the Prince asks, furious. He takes a step toward the Jedi and the man. You raise your hand, stopping him.

'That is a serious accusation, Your Highness,' you say and look at him sternly. 'I'd watch your words. They can be used against you. Father, Jedi are our friends. We should hear what they have to say.'

The King nods and looks at Kenobi for explanation. But it's Ahsoka who hands him a datapad.

'Here are the numbers of how much of the resources they've actually collected in the last year,' she says. You look over your father's arm and your eyebrows raise high. That is much bigger number. However, you look at your friends calmly.

'How can you be certain they're real?' you ask. The Jedi look at the mysterious man. He's in his forties and looks as if he's been starving. He plays with a hat in his hands nervously.

'Your Highness… Your Majesty… they got those numbers straight from the storage the resources are stored,' he explains. 'My name is Evan. I helped them get there. I used to work there.'

'I thought the workers are paid nicely,' you say. Andrrei looks at you with pride. He's satisfied you've done your studies.

'They are, Your Highness,' Evan confirms. 'But… like I said, I don't work there anymore. No one from the people I used to work with does. They… they're all dead.'

Stunned silence fills the room. You walk to the man and gently take his hands in yours. You squeeze them gently, looking at him with sympathy. He gives you a look of gratitude.

'Why?' your mother asks, horrified. 'Was there some kind of an accident?'

'They were assassinated,' the Evan answers after a moment and points at Jordari. 'By the order of the Prince!'

People gasp. The royal family of Jantoth is outraged and demands the man to be arrested. Anakin and Ahsoka stand protectively in front of the man.

'Here is the proof, Your Majesty,' Obi-Wan says, switching files on the datapad. 'A confession of the bounty hunter who was tasked with it.'

The King reads the confession carefully. He returns the device to Ahsoka.

'I assume the reason for this is that he wanted to deceive us and force us to give them more money… or for this marriage to happen,' he says. 'And that you were the only people who could declare he's lying.'

'Yes, Your Majesty,' Evan confirms, nodding.

'Your Majesty, you can't honestly believe this-' Jordari starts but your father silences him with his hand. He glares at him.

'The evidence is clear,' he says. 'And it was delivered to us by the Jedi. I have no reason to doubt it.'

'I'd like to know why were they on the case anyway,' the king of Jantoth, Ralcon, says, narrowing his eyes. Your heart skips a beat.

'My wife,' the man says quickly. 'She… she turned out one day at the Jedi Temple. Beg them for their help to find me. You see, I was ill that day they… murdered my friends. I was warned by someone who saw this. I escaped. My wife was worried. Didn't know if I was alive. So, she asked for help.'

Your father is satisfied with that explanation. He turns to the unhappy king of Jantoth.

'I believe we have something to discuss,' he says. They, their wives, you and the Prince leave the room. Astrariel goes with the Jedi in her room and waits nervously. Finally, you enter the room. Everyone looks at you at once.

'So, we are to pay much less and I don't have to marry that douchebag,' you say and fall on a free chair. 'That's a very beautiful day. I think we should drink something.'

'I still can't believe you didn't tell me about this,' your sister says as Lanash hurries for drinks. 'I know I'm the younger princess, but come on!'

'Dad knew you'd flip,' you explain. 'I told him you should know, but he made me swear I'll keep silent.'

'Of course, I'd have flipped!' Astrariel says, outraged. 'He promised us that no matter what we can choose who to marry… and he almost made you marry that… that… I don't even have a word for him!'

'Your father was doing what he believed was best for your planet,' Obi-Wan gently says. 'He did it to protect his people… and you two as well.'

'We know our duties,' your sister argues. 'But this one thing he promised to us…'

'And he intended to keep it,' Lyra says, walking in. 'He was never going to let that wedding happen. He was looking for a third way, I assure you. Luckily, our Jedi friends were even faster.'

She smiles at your friends. They answer in kind. Your mother turns to you.

'They're leaving,' she informs you. 'We have to be there to bid them goodbye.'

'Can I say I hope to never see them again?' the younger princess asks with hope. The Queen sends her a look.

A moment later you watch as the people of Jantoth get on the ship. The Prince turns to you on his way. His gaze is deadly.

'You will regret this,' he hisses. 'This isn't over.'

'Have a nice trip home, Your Highness,' you say. He huffs and turns dramatically. You stick out your tongue at him. Astrariel snorts. You wink at her and hurry back inside. You find the Jedi watching the departure from the window.

'I don't know how I can thank you for that,' you say. Obi-Wan smiles at you.

'We're sorry it took so long,' he apologizes. 'I'm afraid we made it at the last moment.'

'Well, maybe you had a few more minutes,' you respond, shrugging. 'I was going to decline, meaning it would probably cause an uproar and an argument. But I'm glad you walked in when you did.'

'We couldn't let you marry someone you don't love,' Ahsoka says, grinning. You smile at her and pull her in for a hug. You then hug the other two, although with Anakin it is a bit awkward.

'I'm guessing you must leave,' you say.

'I'm afraid so,' Kenobi confirms. 'Take care, [Y/N]. And if you need our help again, let us know.'

'Thank you,' you say. 'And if you need my help, feel free to do the same.'

'Will do,' Tano says with a smile. You nod at them and leave to your room. Skywalker looks after you, hesitating.

'I'll be right back,' he finally says after a minute and hurries after you. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan exchange a look.

'Do you think they will make up?' she asks.

'I hope so,' Kenobi sighs. 'For all of our sakes.'

*

Anakin knocks on the door and enters after hearing a quiet invitation. He finds you by the window, looking outside.

'I thought you have to go,' you say.

'They can wait a bit,' he responds and walks to you. 'I… We have to talk.'

'Nothing changed,' you say quietly.

'You said you feel the same,' he argues and stops behind you. 'That changes everything.'

You turn to face him. He sees pain in your eyes. And a plea to stop this conversation.

'You're still a Jedi,' you remind him. 'Relationships are forbidden for you.'

'I don't care,' he whispers and grabs your chin gently. 'My mind keeps wandering back to you and I don't know how to stop myself from constantly thinking about you and us and everything.'

'You must try,' you say. 'Anakin… I… truly… deeply… love you.'

With each word you lean toward his lips. You both let your eyelids drop a little.

'But if we allow this love to become something more, we would be forced to live a lie,' you whisper with tears in your eyes. 'And it would destroy our lives.'

'Don't you think our lives are going to be destroyed anyway if we're forced to kill the love between us?' he asks. 'I know I can't live without you. And you said you can't marry anyone else. Please. There must be a way we can have this.'

'You'd have to leave the Jedi Order,' you say and shake your head. 'And I can't let you do that. You… you love being a Jedi, helping people. I can't take that away from you.'

'I don't want you to be taken away from me neither,' he whispers and takes your hands in his. 'It would be even worse. Loosing you. I can't tell you how many times I've fallen asleep with you on my mind and woke up the same.'

You look at him with surprise. And you realize it was the same with you. Even before he told you his feelings, after you ended your goodnight's conversation, he was on your mind when you were falling asleep and he was the first person you thought about when you woke up.

'It physically hurt to be away from you,' he whispers, putting a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

'I know what you mean,' you say quietly. 'I… but we… All lies eventually blow up in the faces of liars. You'd be thrown away from the Order. I'd brough a scandal to my family's name. It's too risky.'

'My love, you are worth every risk,' he murmurs and touches your forehead with yours. Your heart skips a beat at those words.

'How would that work?' you ask after a long moment. Anakin's heart fills with hope.

'Everyone will just think we made up,' he starts. 'We've already been calling each other. And… I can come here sometimes. I'll tell Obi-Wan I want to see my mom. He won't be happy but he'll understand. We'll sneak out and… be a couple of young people in love. We can tell my mom. I'm sure she's going to help us.'

'No one else can know,' you say after a beat. 'Not Ahsoka nor your battalion. Nor my family. I hate that.'

'We'll tell them one day,' he promises. 'Maybe… after I become a master in the Jedi Council, I can convince the others to change some of our way.'

'It can take years,' you sigh and smile at him. 'But it can work. And I… I don't think I can live without you anymore.'

He beams at you. You can't look away from his sparkling eyes. You cup his cheek.

'I love you,' you whisper. He mirrors your action.

'And I love you,' he murmurs and nuzzles your nose with his, 'my star.'

You blush at the nickname. You try to think of one for him. But you decide in the end it will come with time.

'So, we're doing this?' he asks. 'Can… can I really call you mine?'

'I'm yours,' you say and look him in the eyes. 'My mind, body and soul belong to you, Anakin Skywalker. My heart beats for you.'

'And I belong to you,' he says, pressing your free hand to his chest. 'This is yours. You are the most important person in my life. I swear to always love, cherish and protect you. I'm yours to do as you please.'

You smile at him. You can't believe you're actually doing this. But you want it. You need it. Need him. Like the air you breath. Or maybe even more.

'Does it mean I can kiss you now?' he whispers, dropping his eyelids a bit.

'Please…' you whisper, doing the same. In a second his lips are on yours. You sigh and kiss him back, feeling complete.

'My love…' you murmur, putting your hand around his neck. 'Anakin…'

'My star…' he gasps. '[Y/N]…'

You pull away after a long moment, panting for breath. You smile at each other and freeze when you notice something in the corners of your eyes. You turn, your faces white.

Lanash stares at you calmly, barely restraining her smirk. She puts away the basket of laundry and clasps her hands together.

'Your secret is safe with me,' she promises and grins. 'I'm always rooting for true love.'

You and Skywalker chuckle and let go of each other. He clears his throat.

'I should go,' he says. 'We must leave and I'd like to see my mother.'

'Of course,' you say and smile. 'Call me tonight?'

'Oh, definitely,' he promises, beaming, and kisses your hand. 'My lady.'

You snort and shake your head. He turns and hurries away. But suddenly he stops, hurries back to you, cups your face and kisses you passionately. He pulls away and runs off, leaving you blushing and dazed.

'I want someone to kiss me like that,' your maid sighs. 'I'm more than happy to help you keep your relationship a secret. But we must tell C-3PO. He can help as well and I can't keep a secret from him.'

You smile, happy how close she's become with your protocolar droid. You sigh.

'But no one else,' you say. She salutes.

'Yes, my lady,' she says and grins. 'Now, tell me what exactly he said to convince you.'

Outside, Anakin hurries to Obi-Wan. They talk quietly for a moment, then Skywalker heads to at least talk for a bit with his mother. The King joins Kenobi.

'He was smiling,' he notices. 'Does that mean they made up?'

'I believe so,' the Jedi says and sighs. 'Thank the Force. He was hard to live with during their argument.'

'The bond between them is really strong,' Andrrei says and glances at his companion. 'Does it worry the Jedi Council?'

'They believe they're simply allies and nothing more,' Obi-Wan answers. 'And it will stay that way.'

Your father nods, satisfied. He looks at the window to your room. He thinks he sees your silhouette.

'I'm very glad she came to you for help,' he says. Kenobi opens his mouth to protest. The King raises his hand.

'Please, Obi-Wan,' he says and looks at him with amusement. 'What kind of father would I be, if I didn't know where my children are? But since I'm also a king… I could only watch from afar. And hope you'll complete the task. Thank you for this.'

'We're always ready to help,' the Jedi says with a smile and offers his hand. Andrrei shakes it.

'Remember, you can count on ours as well,' he says. The men continue to chat politely until Anakin returns. Then the Jedi go on their ship.

'Are you and [Y/N] good, then?' Ahsoka asks Skywalker.

'Yes,' he answers, barely stopping himself from grinning.

'We're happy to hear that,' Kenobi says and looks with worry at his former padawan. 'Just remember to be careful.'

'I know,' his friend says, nodding. He hates he's lying to them, but it's for everyone's best interest.

The ship starts. Anakin walks to a window. He sees you on your balcony. You smile, noticing him as well. You're sad to see him go. But you know you'll see him again. So, you raise your hand in goodbye and he responds in kind, wishing he could just jump and have you in his arms once more. But until then, he'll settle for calling you in the evening.

Thank you for reading! I'm sorry for ending like that, but I promise everything will work itself out. Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

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[obiwanobi]

Catch me thinking about sith Anakin who got in a fight w/ Palps (did Palps cross a line? Did Anakin decide he had nothing to lose? Idk), barely managed to win and is now seriously hurting and a little freaked out winding up outside Obi-wan's quarters and Obi-wan doesn't have time to draw his saber let alone figure out how a sith lord managed to get so far into the jedi temple unnoticed and Force is that blood? before Anakin's passing out with only a murmered request for help.

LISTEN you can’t keep sending me perfect prompts, how do you know I can’t resist bloody men on their knees begging for salvation, how do you know me so well??? anyway here’s 2.3k of always-a-sith!Anakin who could have been the new ruler of the empire but said ‘no thanks, this is too much responsibility, I would like to be pampered by my favourite jedi now��� (with a bit of Ahsoka as Obi-Wan’s padawan!)

 He didn’t mean to kill him.

Well, not at first.

He didn’t mean to kill Sidious, but pulling his lightsaber from his lifeless corpse only felt like complete satisfaction. A weight on his shoulders he didn't know he carried disappeared, letting him stand up above the body of his master— former master, and gaze upon what was left of him. A shapeless form on the ground. A dark cape around an old man playing at being a god. A begging mess of futile promises when he realised it was the end for him.  

As mindless fury leaves him, his ragged breathing slows down and his fist unclenches around his saber. Sidious is dead. Now that the adrenaline rush is gone, his knees start shaking. His Master is dead. His face is wet with sweat and blood and tears. Dead and now Anakin has no one.

And then...  And then fear.

"You know," Ahsoka groans as the water starts boiling, "I don't understand how you got your reputation of Cool Jedi Master. Other padawans think I'm lying when I tell them you wear the ugliest slippers at home and gets excited by new tisanes."

"You gifted me those slippers."

"As a joke. And you still wear them."

"I'm not going to throw away perfectly good slippers." Obi-Wan wiggles his toes under the red and yellow fuzzy monstrosities, just to see his padawan rolls her eyes. "And they're really comfortable."

"So you're just going to stay there, then? Your whole battalion is out celebrating our first day of leave since forever, but you prefer to drink your tea alone and go to bed at 22:00?"

"No one wants an authority figure around when they're letting loose and celebrating, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan says, pouring hot water in his cup. He raises the kettle towards his padawan as a question, to which she shakes her head. "I thought you would be happy to see me putting sleep before work for once."

"I am, Master, but I thought it could be..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hilt of her sabers. For once, she looks like a typical padawan, just like he was at her age, dying to enjoy one night away from the temple and any kind of responsibilities.

"It's alright my dear," he sighs, "you can join them if you want."

Ahsoka suddenly perks up. "I can?"

"If you're old enough to be sent to the front, I think you can handle yourself for one night on Coruscant."

"Thank you Master! I promise I'll be careful and not come back too late!"

"You do that, and-- wait, Ahsoka," he adds as she's already halfway through the door, "make sure to stay around Cody! And no alcohol of any kind! And don't lose your lightsaber at sabacc again!"

"That was you!" she yells from the end of the corridor, "don't worry, I'll be fine! Don't wait for me to go to bed! Goodnight Master!"

Obi-Wan smiles, blowing on his cup. He already sent a message to Cody earlier to keep an eye on her, so he knows she's in good hands.

He has his herbal tea, his ugly slippers, no reports to read or write, and no immediate Separatist menace to plan for. For once, a perfectly good night to catch up on sleep and meditation.

So, of course, something has to be wrong.

The Force is bright. The Force is lighter than it has ever been for the past few years.

And Obi-Wan can't understand why.  

It's not just him that can feel it: Ahsoka has acted chipper since, more like the teenager she is, laughing with the clones and playfully teasing him the whole fly back to Coruscant. The temple has felt livelier than ever when they arrived, Jedi from all ages going about their day with a new spring in their step, greeting each other warmly in the corridors. Even Master Yoda has taken a few minutes during their Council meeting to note the shift in the Force. No Master could pinpoint the origin of this change, but all agreed that something good happened somewhere in the galaxy, and they were just feeling ripples of the effect in the Force.

Still now, the whole temple feels a bit more like it used to, before the war, and all Jedi are a bit happier without knowing why.

Only Obi-Wan feels like a noose tightening around him. Whatever it is, it's slowing making its way around his presence in the Force. Focusing on him and him alone. Doesn't matter how much Obi-Wan tries to hide himself, it's getting closer and never slowing down or losing interest.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.

But after almost three years of war, sullen faces and grim expressions, he doesn't feel like dampening the sudden good mood around the Temple just with a few words. He can probably deal with whatever it is by himself.

His tisane is cold when he finally emerges from his meditation. Nothing is clearer than when he started: the Force is deaf to his questions and inquiries, still light as a breeze. An airy unconcern for his restlessness. And yet, a thick pressure still looms around him, getting heavier each passing second now.

His fingers start pulling on his collar.

The clock on the wall indicates that he lied to Ahsoka when he said he was going to bed at a respectable time today. No diurnal Jedi would still be up right now, but he still considers going out to knock at Mace's door. Narrowed eyes and a very long sigh will be his first answer, but Obi-Wan knows that Mace would never refuse to hear him out. Yes, he finally decides when the pressure seems to creep even closer to him, it's worth waking up Mace.

He opens his door, wondering if he should take his robe with him, and instantly stops walking.

There, in the empty corridor of the Jedi Temple, at his door and on his knees, is a Sith. He knows it's a Sith only because he recognises this specific mass of hair, the large shoulders, the dishevelled dark robe. He knows it's a Sith because he has crossed path with this one enough times on the battlefield to recognise him anywhere. Outside of it a few times too. He isn't sure it's a Sith when the Sith raises his head up, bloody and bruised face torn in an agonizing expression, and his eyes are blue.

"I— I didn't know where to go," Darth Vader says quietly, with the kind of voice expected from a lost child. It gives Obi-Wan a second shock to hear his voice, making his presence suddenly real. "You said... You said if I ever wanted to, if I needed help one day, you would— I could—"

Obi-Wan remembers it. He remembers all the times he offered his help. His pleas for him to stop the violence, the appeals to reason, the multiple suggestions of a gentler path. His hand continuously outreached but never taken. He remembers the burning gold of the Sith's eyes too, and his black cape floating above the dead clones at his feet.

His laughter the first time Obi-Wan brought up the idea of lowering their blades and talking around a cup of tea. His sneer the third time Obi-Wan tried to change his misconceptions about the Jedi Order and play-flirt with him in the same breath. The silence the fifth time Obi-Wan asked him his name, his real name, the one a parent gave him.

The tears the last time he gave it to him.

"And you're always trying to save me," Vader adds more forcefully now, like the words anger him, "you're always here, showing up almost every time I'm sent somewhere with your stupid smile and stupid words, and you're always nice, and... and teasing, and disappointed when I kill someone, like you expect me to be better, and I don't understand you, but..."

Vader raises his hand towards him, and it's only this sudden move that shakes Obi-Wan out of his stupor. Before the Sith can touch his leg, Obi-Wan calls his lightsaber to him, ignites it in one fluid motion, half-expecting Vader to be up and swaying his saber in his face by now. But the Sith is still on his knees, and it's only now that the blue light of his blade is above him that Obi-Wan realises the state he's in. His face isn't the only thing bruised and battered: his dark tunic is stained with blood and ripped in more than one place, one of his arms is bent in an unnatural way, and it looks like a cut above his hairline is still bleeding, making his curls stick to his face in a mess of wet hair and burned skin.

"Vader," Obi-Wan says slowly, when his thoughts finally regain a semblance of coherence. A rapid investigation through the Force assures him that no other enemy is around and the calm and quiet of the night in the Temple isn't a prequel for a storm. "How did you get in here? What are you doing here? How—"

Vader's hand, stuck in the space between them, reaches once again for Obi-Wan. Foolishly, Obi-Wan lets him. His fingers twist themselves in the fabric of his pants.

"He made me killed them all.” Vader wobbles on his knees for a second, the hand on Obi-Wan's leg gripping it tighter. “No platoons, no battle droids. Just me. He sent me to the power station and I cut through them so easily, so quickly, they didn't even fight back, and I didn't think that..." he trails off, panting. "Until.... until I saw the electro-whips." 

"Are you talking about Naphtla?" he asks when Vader doesn't seem to be able to continue.

Naphtla. Outer Rim. Barely on the Republic radar until this afternoon, when nearby troops answered a distress signal and found a hidden Separatist power station operated by slaves. A third of them were dead, killed only a few hours before, and the survivors turned to the Republic for immediate support. Slaughtered like animals, the rescue team reported to the Council only a few hours ago, by one single man wielding a red lightsaber. According to witnesses, the darksider cut through the slaves like bantha butter, killing everyone in his path without discrimination, until he stopped for no apparent reason and abruptly left.

"You were the one who killed the people at the station there," Obi-Wan realises out loud, horrified, "the slaves from Zygerria."

Vader snaps his head up and his fingers tighten painfully around Obi-Wan's knee. "I DIDN'T KNOW!"

All Obi-Wan's senses and logical thoughts urge him to back out, put an end to this nonsensical charade, raise his lightsaber between them, get away from the dark, hungry void Vader generates in the Force.

But his eyes are looking up to him. Gripping his gaze with the same intensity as his hand on his leg. Bloodied face and pleading, on his knees. Full of tears.

Obi-Wan doesn't push Vader's hand away.

"I didn't know they were slaves, I didn't!"

"Vader."

"He never said! He sent me without telling him, he knows I don't—" A small noise sounding suspiciously like a sob swallows the rest of his words.

"Vader, who sent—"

"When I came back," he tries again, quieter. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to ask about this he, but Vader's head lolls for a second, too heavy to support, before butting gently against Obi-Wan's leg. Vader makes no effort to move, content to stay there, and after a second, a small, almost timid nuzzle against his thigh sends a series of shivers through Obi-Wan's spine. It shuts him up instantly. "When I came back, he looked at me for so, so long, before saying that he knew, he knew I was going to fail, that I was... just like them after all, and that I could never... And I was so mad, so angry at him, so I... I..."

The last words are muffled by the fabric Vader clings to. Hides into. There's blood on Obi-Wan's pants now.

"What have you done, Vader?" Obi-Wan asks, softer than he intended. "Vader," he asks again when no reply comes, without success. The hand not holding his lightsaber moves, hesitates for a moment, then settles lightly on Vader's hair, mindful not to touch any open wounds. His fingers nudge him to tip his head back, gently, carefully, and settle on his cheek to hold his face up, looking at him. "Anakin." His name, his true name, makes him blink a few times. "Anakin, what have you done?"

"I killed him," he finally admits, barely audible. He looks exhausted, more like a child in need of rest than ever.

"Who did you kill?"

"My master."

"Dooku? You killed Dooku?"

"No," Vader— Anakin frowns, like Obi-Wan should know better. "Sidious."

It's a bit much to process in one day. Another Sith Lord, Vader's master, concealed and kept a secret, now dead, killed by his apprentice —and does that make Vader the ruling Sith Lord now? Do Sith have rulers?— the lightness in the Force the same day, a half-dead Vader begging for help in the middle of the night in the Jedi Temple, and all of that while Obi-Wan is still wearing his ugly slippers.

He's so glad he sent Ahsoka away for the night.

Anakin doesn't let him time to feel the migraine coming.

"I can't do it, I can't be my master, I can't— and Dooku hates me, he will never help me, even if I let him have it all, he will never..." Vader seems to run out of steam, and lets his eyes close as his head falls once again against Obi-Wan's thigh. Closer. "You said you could help me. You said I could come to you at any time. You said you would always be there if I didn't want to... do this, anymore."

"I did," Obi-Wan assures him, his hand lightly petting his hair again.

Anakin lets out a long breath. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Obi-Wan's pants, loosen, and tighten again.

"You're the only one I trust," the Sith quietly tells the Jedi, and it's the saddest thing Obi-Wan has ever heard.

[satingrove]

improper

pairing: protector!obi-wan kenobi x princess!reader, you know the drill

warnings: very intimate, but not exactly smut

summary: your maid has fallen ill and isn’t there to help you out of that difficult dress, but obi-wan happens to be right there.

wc: 2.070k

authors note: now THIS came to me straight out of nowhere, all i know is that it got me really frickin excited. it’s sort of supposed to mirror the victorian era, where dress and corset wearers needed someone to help dress and undress them. i also just picture aotc obi in this fic bc wooow

It's unnatural to ask - isn't it? But it's a peculiar happening as well, and Obi-Wan is nothing but a friendly face, a common face.

He looms in your doorway, looking sympathetic and protective, the place he likes to be at this time of day, or any time at all. It did not matter to him. Midnight or afternoon, he liked to see you.

He leaves the doorway, taking slow, polite steps. His robes sweep the floor and he almost appears to float, arriving by where you sit on the love seat.

"I'm very sorry to hear about your maid, your Highness." He sits down beside you, mentally replaying your distressed voice over the comlink, which explained to him the events of a fainting maid and a frantic medic who simply pushed her onto a repulsorlift gurney and left without a word.

You don't catch his gaze. Your eyes stay set on the floor beneath your feet, but perfect posture is still accounted for; impropriety isn't something you'd like to convey to the Jedi Knight, although you were much more than mere acquaintances.

A vague memory of his sunshiny face dances through your mind; the time he had brought you flowers in the early morning of a hot day. You hadn't forgotten the boyish grin on his face, even though he was far past his Youngling days (he had explained the ranking system to you at a boring banquet - one that you both contemplated sneaking out of, except your manners kept you there). The gesture was remembered in a happy golden tint and centered around a sleepy, lazy kiss to your forehead. More than acquaintances, yes.

He gingerly shifts his robes.

"I hope she'll be alright." You murmur, a minuscule smile managed in his direction.

"I'm sure she will be, although it's strange how quickly she seemed to fall ill. The medics are taking great care of her, I assure you. I checked before I came to you." His words provide relief, but the image of the maid's coughing and pale face before she thumped to the floor confuses you still. "You must be frightened, princess." His gentle hand brushes over your back, modestly, and you draw in a slow breath.

"I don't understand... that's all." The upset returns to you a moment, and runs away quickly by the soothing hand of Obi-Wan. "As long as she will be alright, as you say. She is a great friend to me." You watch him with a melancholy expression.

Obi-Wan hums in comprehension, the tone soft and nearly melodic, never ceasing his calming back-and-forth motions upon your back. It's comfortable. He promises once more that your cherished maid would return in due time, and in his well-mannered reserve, made to bid you goodnight.

It was no different than any other time he had done so; his lips brushing your hand as he held your gaze, softly whispering that he wished you a good night's sleep. It earned him a smile without fail, and the thought occurred to you as he neared the door.

Instead of calling for a Jedi, a protector, you use his name. You could count the times you had done this on your fingers.

"Obi-Wan, wait," You call timidly, speeding fast to catch up to him. He turns, a loose strand of hair falling close to his forehead. He finds you already standing incredibly close.

He lets out a sigh in the form of an "oh", and he chuckles, "Yes, my dear princess?"

The words are on the tip of your tongue, hanging on for dear life and too afraid to be turned into a voice. You stand a moment, looking up at the Jedi who waits patiently. There, you both breathe into an invisible sheet of tension. Chests puff and deflate with the lungs that work hard to stay normally paced.

"Well, it's just that-", you're struggling, your shyness a great barrier between what you need and what you're afraid to request.

Obi-Wan's hands are clasped in front of him.

"I'm listening." He encourages you with a murmur, nodding and feeling fond of you. The sheet of tension thickens.

"My dress..." You continue in segments, incapable of stringing all the pieces together in a smooth sentence. Your palms press against the skirt, wiping down the little perspiration that had accumulated. It's quiet now, as Obi-Wan begins to understand what you're asking him to do. His eyebrows raise a little as it dawns, but he needs to hear the rest from your own lips.

"My maid isn't here to help me out of it tonight." You babble, fast, but steady. Obi-Wan knew the words were coming, but hearing them makes it all the more different.

It's impossible how quick he is to blush, and unspeakable the way his eyes darken.

"You want me... to undress you." It's not a question but a statement, and you can tell that he's not afraid of the prospect. His voice had deepened the way his eyes did, romantic and not without lust.

You find it hard to affirm this, but all the same, a weak "mhmm" noise comes from your throat, pitiful compared to your established and habitual tone.

Obi-Wan looks at you. He's unreadable, blank but still blushing, and then he intensifies. He grows more confident.

"Darling." Hands grace your shoulders and turn you to face the other way, your back against his warm chest and his cream coloured robes. You’re heated and feverish and melding to his body while he ushers you gently forward, creating more space for the two of you away from the closed door.

You thought it laughable, but in your mind you had thanked whoever thought of making clothes that you needed help to put on and take off. It was annoying, up until now, an utter nuisance to have to wear such extravagant pieces.

The thought was cut short by the sensation of his fingers starting at the top of the bodice, washing away any meandering thoughts of apprehension towards the clothing you wore. They skillfully slipped one, two, three buttons and it was enough to tug the sleeves moderately down your arms, exposing your bare shoulders to him.

His breath came hot upon your right shoulder, delicate, fresh, and his lips ghosted from the edge of it, trailing slowly to the crook of your neck where he placed a sultry, loving kiss. The passage of time is changed, the slim hands of all clocks caught between seconds and failing to tick fast enough. 

"You're so tense..." His hands sweep the length of your arms to rest on your shoulders where his lips had been, rubbing attentively, cooing the words into your ear. It unwinds you at the same time that it sends shivers from your spine to manifest in your stomach. A whimper is the only manageable response.

"Shh," Obi-Wan hushes you, working circles with his fingers and undoing your stresses, "relax, it's alright."

He can hardly believe what his hands are doing. He's enamoured, wholly and completely, and that's just about all he knows in this moment of intimacy.

The next button slips through the fabric, exposing more of your skin and awakening more of his fanciful thoughts. Obi-Wan leans down again, finding a higher point of your neck between his lips, careful not to leave a mark. He's being delicate for your own sake. You inwardly chastise yourself for how easily he allures you.

Four more buttons are undone, leisurely, Obi-Wan bending to leave kisses where they used to touch your back, leaving a thrilling line of pecks. He reaches the last one and his knee touches the floor. He slips it and parts the fabric to place a final kiss on your lower back. It's thoroughly intoxicating, your breath coming in and out to the rushed beating of your heart. You feel that shyness evermore, though it's being overshadowed by something else, something rousing.

The Jedi is still kneeling when he reaches up to grip your waist and turn you back around to face him. You look down and he appears so sweet, so enchanting and dark. From above is a view you hadn't been graced with until now, but he rises, eyes fixed on yours, and reaches behind you.

The two sides of the bodice are in his grasp.

"Is this okay?" He's earnest and wary, knowing he could be stripping you not only of your dress but the modesty you still held with him. He had served his purpose. The buttons at the back were all that you needed help with.

"Yes." It leaves you in quiet, breathy desperation. Obi-Wan pulls.

Your arms come out of the sleeves and your chest is bare. The garment falls without your body to hang on to, pooling around your feet.

"My, my..." Obi-Wan is lost for his smooth remarks, letting his hands talk as they grace your hip and trail up your back. His lips are parted. To be bare in front of him felt oddly safe, comfortable - normal even.

Then a flow of words comes out.

"That dress was charming, my darling, but you," he sighs, "you're bewitching." He looks ardently to every part of you that he can see, features softening in his awe. A hand moves to cup the side of your face and he shakes his head in disbelief to the beauty before him.

"Will you let me help with the rest?" He's eager but still adamant to be respectful. You nod, gaining poise, and he fetches the silk nightgown draped over the chair sitting in front of the vanity. He sets it neatly on the edge of your bed, upon the fluffy sheets.

Shedding his cloak, feeling too hot for the extra layer, he rests it beside the nightie and pulls back a corner of the blanket on the side which he knows you sleep, and sits there.

"Come here."

You're nervous again, but let your feet take you to him. They whisper on the floor, silent and light, and you arrive in between the spread of his legs. Finding your waist again, he comes forward and spreads his palms over your skin, his touch flaring and welcoming.

His actions are ones you wish would only repeat themselves for the coming hours - so affectionate, tender, encompassing. His lips press dreamily to your stomach. You ruffle his hair and he purrs - he likes it all too much. It's then that he switches places with you, standing to turn, peering at you in adoration, sweet and intense. He gives a ghost of a push to sit you down in his old spot, drawing lines down your arms with his fingers, and briefly gracing your thighs.

The night gown is held high, Obi-Wan watching it fall delicately over your head as he guides it down. You raise your arms to poke through the straps and the length of it gathers at the juncture of your hips and thighs.

Obi-Wan tucks some hair behind your ear, his cheeks red but his disposition suave. Two kisses are placed on either thigh as he bends a final time and his face comes to the level of yours. He stays a moment, burning the sight into his mind. Once he's satisfied that details are right, he aids you to lay, bringing the sheets over your shoulders. Your chest fills to your throat with admiration, swelling and blooming there.

A last, velvety kiss is given to your cheek, where his lips linger, and he wishes you goodnight anew with all the tenderness he can muster.

"I trust you'll sleep well, princess."

"Thank you, Obi-Wan." He closes his eyes to relish the way your hand reaches, touches and falls from his cheek. Humming a dulcet sound as if to say "you're welcome", he retrieves his cloak, draping it over his arm. "I'll see you in the morning, then?"

"If only it were sooner." He replies, disembarking from the presence he so desperately yearned to stay within.

He makes a generous point of folding the discarded dress, and winds up the music box at the vanity, twisting the silver knob. Its lovely tinkle plays a pretty song, a lullaby, and Obi-Wan leaves with a final glance toward you in your bed, wondering why he hadn't kissed your lips and wishing he had more time before the length of his stay could be considered "improper".

[ironhoshi]

quinlan and obi + 23 (if you're still taking ficlet prompts!)

This...came out angstier than planned? No, that isn’t quite right. The song is:

We Have It All by Pim Stones

This is a bit of a disclaimer to just let you know I was bleeding my emotions into this because over the weekend my aunt passed away. I haven’t really talked about it much, but this prompt response I wrote is 100% fueled by the song and by my own emotions.

I apologize for the angst.

The reflection in the mirror was mocking him. 

The way his eyes were red and raw, the way his very flesh seemed to be paler than normal, the way he just didn’t recognize what he was seeing. How had the person looking back at him not been fast enough and somehow also fast enough? Why hadn’t-

“Obes,” the voice cracked through the small fresher like a bolt and Obi-Wan tensed. He jerked his gaze away from the mirror and raised an eyebrow in question. “You can’t spend all day staring at yourself, even if I do agree that you have a wonderful face. You've got a kid to wrangle now…"

Anakin, he had Anakin to take care of now. He had promised Qui-Gon. 

Obi-Wan felt another wave of emotion hit him and before he could release the trauma into the Force, well, Quin acted. Arms encircled him and he was yanked into a hug.

This was all very unbecoming of a Jedi.

"He-" His voice cracked before dying off for a moment. Qui-Gon had been the closest thing he had ever experienced as a father figure. His Grandmaster had left the Order a long time ago and he didn't want to bother Feemor or Master Yoda with his problems. Problems, when had grief become problems?

Losing Qui-Gon wasn’t a problem, no, it was a wound.

"Shh, I got you," Quinlan whispered before pressing a kiss to his temple. "I know, I know."

When he closed his eyes he could still see the burning amber, the black lines etched in red, and he could see the pure fury. It was hypnotizing. That brilliance had struck down his Master and, so in turn, he had forced it to fade violently. 

He had returned the favor.

"What if I can't-" Limbs shifted and then Quin was grabbing his face, forcing him to stare with stinging eyes. 

"Nothing is forever, he is claimed by the Force, but you are still here. Can you hear me? I'm begging you, Obes, hear me. You aren't him, you are you, and you are going to walk this path with me by your side. I am going to corrupt little Ani so much that you'll spend your days as his Master swearing at me." 

"I don't want to drag you down with me in my failure-" Words died on his lips as he found them suddenly bruised under Quinlan's. He froze, he felt pain, he felt like crying, but most of all- he felt loved. Obi-Wan threw his arms around Quin's neck and leaned into the kiss. 

He barely had anything and yet, somehow, he had it all. He had Quinlan and he had Anakin. The rest he would figure out once he walked out into his apartments. There was a boy, who was probably terrified, that needed him to be stronger. 

"There you go," Quin said softly as he pulled back from the kiss. "We will manage. We always manage. Now come on, Kenobi, your padawan needs a hug as well."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly and shifted just enough to rest his forehead against Quinlan's shoulder. He wanted to scream his apologies to his Master. Could Qui-Gon forgive him for not being good enough yet again? Could he forgive himself for taking on yet more blame? His heart spasmed and he wasn't that surprised when another body barreled into the fresher. 

"Obi-Wan," Anakin's childish voice filled his mind. "I'm sorry!"

What? He blinked hard as he pulled away from Quin so he could glance down at his new padawan. Why was he apologizing? He untangled himself from his partner and knelt down and before he could even complete the action Anakin was clinging to him.

"No, Ani, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you waiting-" Tiny arms tightened painfully around his neck and he winced ever so slightly. "How would you like to go get a treat? Quin will come with us. Just us...three." 

Qui-Gon would never step through the door at Dex's again, but Obi-Wan could at least honor his memory there. He glanced up at Quin and felt his cheeks flush faintly. The look of affection and sadness struck him straight in his heart. He smiled ever so faintly and mouthed a simple sentiment.

Forgive me. I love you.