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Chapter 2: S7 "A Distant Echo"

Hunter (The Bad Batch) x Femalejedi!reader

Series Summary: You've always liked clones... At least the ones that you fought with your old Master Obi Wan Kenobi, and your older brother Anakin Skywalker, after your training you became a Jedi Knight General. However, you weren't given a platoon but a small squad... Clone Force 99.

Chapter Summary: After a successful mission with The Bad Batch and Rex finding out that Echo is alive, The Batchers, Rex, Aria, and Anakin head to Skako Minor to retrieve Echo.

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Genre: Strangers to Friends (sort of) to Lovers

Warnings: cannon typical violence, talk of death, mild injuries, the Force, slight cannon deviation (mostly in later chapters)

Word Count: 3k

Author Notes: As stated in the Masterlist these stories will get spicy so 18+ unless you are old enough to handle the content. I will not be using Y/N, the OC is Aria Skywalker, Anakin's younger sister.

Once back on base, Aria went to her Cambers to meditate on the shocking news Rex had told her. He had been alive, is alive, she couldn't believe her friend ARC Trooper Echo.

She thought she'd never her old friend ever again, the things that worried her know was how Rex was feeling and if Echo really is there on Skako Minor, what condition is he in.

Aria left her cambers and headed toward Anakin, Rex, and Hunter.

"Word is the general staff isn't completely behind this mission." Hunter says, "I admit the idea of Echo being alive is a long shot." Rex adds, "I'm sure the Council will approve the mission. Just remember, the primary goal is to learn how the separatists are predicting our strategy, whether it's Echo behind it or not." Anakin reassures. "Well, if you want my opinion, sounds like a trap, but me and the boys will tag along anyway, if only to say "I told you so."" "Just make sure you're ready if we get the go ahead from General Kenobi." Aria says. "If you're certain he'll approve the mission, why wait? Let's get going." Rex says looking at Aria then Anakin. "First, we have that thing to do." Anakin says to Rex suspiciously. "Uh, what thing?" Rex questions, "you know." "We don't have time for that, sir." "Yes we do" Anakin says quieter and more stern. "Well, I'll just let you two sort this out. I'll be waiting on the ship with the rest of the team." Hunter says, walking away. Aria smiles, as she walks closer to her big brother, "tell Padmé I say "hi and hope to see her soon!"" Aria says, teasingly, she has always known about Anakin and Padmé. She was there when they got married in secret, breaking the most important rule of bring a Jedi. Anakin just glares at her, "Hurry up, I'm late as it is." He says to Rex.

"Hey Bandana, wait up!" Aria says, turning away from Rex and Anakin. Hunter turns around confused, "Bandana?" He asks toward the nickname. "Yeah, I like to give all clones funny nicknames" "oh really, like?" "Well, Rex is Blondie, Hardcase is stupidity, Jesse is Boo-Bear" Hunter looks at her funny, "that one is a long story..." she laughs, "anyway, Bandana is a good one that's all you gotta know." He laughs, "okay, I believe you." Aria starts to laugh, Hunter had noticed her beauty since he first stepped off his ship. Knowing that she was a Jedi and he, a clone, he had to set his mind straight. Now meeting her, seeing that she is kind, funny, intelligent, caring, and like 3 billion other things, he wants to know her, and have her around.

As the Jedi and clone approach the rest of the Batchers, the rest of the batch can clearly see that there is something there between the Sergeant and the General. "25 credits, he falls for her" Crosshair spits out, "What?! No way!" Wrecker says, "No way, what?" Aria asks, "well, Cross says-" "Nothing" Tech and Crosshair say. Both Hunter and Aria look at each other with the same expression. "Okay then... You guys ready for another mission" Hunter says to his squad.

Aria is now standing beside Wrecker, the two had a couple fun banter moments on the last mission, so Aria thought that out of the others he'd be a fun one to talk to. "So, Wrecker, is it true that you're blind in one eye?" "Hey, how did you know that?" "Jedi intuition." Aria lied, Tech told her. "Cool! Yeah, it went blind after a failed attempt of blowing something up" "really?" "Yeah" "well what are the odds, Echo, the clone we're going to save potentially also blew up." "Sick."

Wrecker and Aria became fast friends, she even gave him the nickname "Big-Fella" and he even gave her one too, "Bite-Size", they both laughed as Wrecker was 6'6" and Aria only being 5'2".

Aria starts to connect with Tech as Obi Wan comes up and says, "Aria, where is Anakin?" Obi Wan says as he comes up to the Batch, "sorry, master, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him." "When was that?" "The last time I saw him? Was definitely the time I saw him last." Aria says, smiling, "Aria..." "He went that way" she says, pointing him toward the barracks, as Obi Wan is walking away Wrecker and Aria look at each other and burst out laughing, and then he says, "that was awesome!" "I know right" "that is not what I would have called it-" Tech says "in fact you made his job much harder-" "hey googles, I'm just joking around" "goggles?" "That's my nickname for you." "What-" "She gives clones nicknames" "yeah! I'm Big-Fella!" Wrecker says excitedly. "Oh, but we already have names" "I guess, but I like to consider clones real people too, so I make funny names to connect with them" "wow" "what?" "It's just that, from the data I have collected, most other Jedi hate us." "Well not me goggles" Aria said, punching his arm. "Okay, well what's Hunter's, I'm guessing he has one?" Crosshair finally speaks up, with a toothpick in his mouth. Aria smiles "Bandana." Wrecker loses it, even though the name itself wasn't funny, the conversation they were having before about their Sergeant and the General made it worse. "Hey, that isn't even that worst one, I've given." "What about Cross?" Hunter asks, "I don't know, I haven't connected with him yet." Aria looks toward Crosshair, and he just death glares her.

Anakin and Rex came back with the go ahead from Obi Wan, now on the Havoc Marauder with the squad. Wrecker is lifting their Gonk Droid, Gonky, Tech is piloting, Hunter looking at control panels, and the rest of them are standing together in the middle of the ship. Anakin is looking at Crosshairs sniper, "so, how many missions has your team been on, Sergeant?" "Honestly, sir, I've lost count. All the action sort of blurs together." Hunter says, "I know you work with Cody sometimes, but who do you guys report to?" Rex asks. "Hmm... good question. Can't say I've got an answer." "Yeah!" Wrecker jumps in. There is a little turbulence as they got out of hyper space. Tech yells, "we are approaching Skako Minor. It looks to be a difficult landing." They all get into seats on the ship as fast as possible, Crosshair, Rex and Anakin go to the middle seats while Wrecker goes up front with Tech, leaving both Hunter and Aria the two at the back.

They safely land and Anakin asks, "Rex, what do we know about this place?" "On this part of Skako, there's a race of locals, the Poletecs. All we know is they're very primitive. " ""Primitive" is being kind. My intel says the Poletecs worship flying reptiles." Techs just as one jumps on the window of the ship and screeches. "What the hell was that?" Aria says, "Wrecker's twin" Crosshair says calmly, they both look at each other and laugh. "No Crosshair, it's one of those reptiles." "I want that thing off my ship." Hunter commands, "hold on! Hold on! Don't just run out there." Rex says, as they proceed to do just that. Both Anakin and Aria ignite their lightsabers, Anakin’s one blue and Aria’s 2 blue ones. "Hey! Get off of there!" Wrecker yells. "Hey, calm down. We need to talk to them." Anakin says, taking control of the situation, "why?" Hunter questions, "to let they know we come in peace and wish them no harm, so we avoid unnecessary battles." 2 more reptiles come down on them, and the one on the ship jumps off and grabs Anakin, dropping his lightsaber. Rex grabs it and starts shooting, "I have a thermal reading. Point-two-five east, elevation 175." Tech says. "Relax. I'll handle this." Crosshair says adjusting his sniper and using Tech's shoulder as a ramp. It is a grappling hock that latches on the reptile, "what are you doing?" Rex asks. "Going for a ride." Hunter responds in his raspy, sexy voice, as he attaches the end of the grappling hock to his waist and lifts off the ground. Aria was shocked for a moment, she stood in awe, but she was brought out of her trance by Rex and the others yelling to get back on the ship to follow their sergeant.

We all get on and strap in, Hunter's voice comes through the comm channel "Tech, I'm with the General, hone in on my signal." Tech does as he says, and they touch down slightly behind the clearing where Anakin was. They all ran out towards Hunter. Aria leans down next to Hunter to get a better view, "that creature still has a hold of the General." Hunter says to the group, noticing Aria, she looks at him them at Rex. "Rex, any ideas?" Aria asks, "we're going in, but remember what the General said. "No casualties, disarm only."" "We're on it, Captain. Wreck, Crosshair, rockslide!" Hunter responds, Wrecker moves a big rock down to the clearing and slides down after it while Crosshair starts to shoot the Poletecs' weapons out of their hands, then he shoots the winged creature in its leg with a tranquilizer, forcing it to let go of Anakin. The rest of them move in, the Poletecs start to speak in their tongue. "Tech, translate what he said." Tech starts to do translate, "he says he does not want our war on his planet. That is why he took our leader." "We didn't bring the war here. It was Wat Tambor and the Separatists." Anakin says calmly, Tech, then translates. "Tell him we apologize for what's happened." Aria says compassionately. "But tell him the enemy is holding one of our men prisoner in Purkull. As soon as we rescue him, we'll leave his planet, for good." Rex jumps in. Tech translates again, then the Polectec leader starts to speak. "The chief says he will provide us with scouts and lead us to Tombor's city. From there we're on our own." "Any help is better than no help." Anakin states. "Tell the chief thank you for their help" Aria says, offering a smile. Tech does so, and the scouts start to lead the way.

The scouts show the way and head back to their village. "I hope nobody's scared of heights." Anakin says, Hunter and Crosshair both turn and look at Wrecker. "Well, I'm not scared of nothing. I just... When I'm up real high, I got a problem with gravity." "Speaking of problems" Tech interjects, "I am no longer picking up Echo's signal." "I... I don't understand. You said it was coming from this city." Rex said confused. "I can only speculate, but it is possible there's a latency issue with the frequency caused by all these atmospheric disturbances." “Or…. maybe they sent the signal to lure us into a trap. And maybe your friend’s actually dead. Well, I can’t be the only one thinking that.” Hunter says, looking at Aria, she just shrugs. She’s known Echo for a long time and would love if he was alive, but she also had to be realistic. “Look, every mission could be a trap. This one is no different. I’m telling you, that signal is being sent by Echo himself! He’s alive!” “I think you’re letting your personal feelings get in the way because you left him for dead at the Citadel.” Crosshair says, “I had no choice. You hear me?” “Oh, I don’t blame you. I would’ve left him for dead, too. Besides, he’s just another reg.” Crosshair says making Rex angry, Rex retaliates by starting to fight Crosshair, and honestly Aria really wanted to join in because Crosshair was out of line. “Hey!” Wrecker yells, “why don’t you pick on someone not your size?” He says, lifting Rex off the ground, then throwing him a little farther away. Rex walks straight up to Wrecker and says, “you’ll be a whole lot smaller when I’m through with you.” “Hey! Guys enough!” Aria yelled as Anakin goes to break the tension between the two. “Aria, Sergeant, take your men and scout the area for a tower entrance. I want to talk to my Captain alone.

Hunter and Aria take the boys and start to do what Anakin said. “I could’ve taken him” Wrecker pouts. “Yeah, the Captain was way outta line.” Hunter says, Aria is in front still scouting, not listening to their argument, “I’m just saying that is all probably a trap.” “Oh my force! Can you guys just stop!” Aria yells, the Batch looks at her unexpectedly, “imagine it was one of you” she pauses and faces them. “Imagine, you had to leave one of your brothers behind, and now that there is a slight chance that, that brother is alive wouldn’t you guys care enough to try!” Hunter looks sheepish, “I’m just saying, yes Rex needs to understand that this might all be for nothing, but you guys need to understand he just wants his family back.” “Aria is 100% correct” Tech states. “Sorry, general, truth is for my brothers I’d do anything.” Hunter responds. “Good now let's get back to work.” Aria says.

We find an entrance, and Rex and Anakin come running. "We're in business, General. Tech regained Echo's signal. It's coming from this tower. How's it going, Tech? " Hunter says. Tech is using his Keypad to hack into the tower. He is able to get the door open, "sorry it took so long." "Hey, Crosshair, check it out." Hunter says, ordering his brother. Crosshair goes in and says, "yeah, it's a lift." "Well, we already knew that." Tech states. Aria laughs, "wait, wait, wait. A lift? How far up are we going?" wrecker questions. "Don't worry Wrecker. I'll hold your hand" Hunter teased. "Hey! Cut it Sarge. Just give me some droids to crush."

Setting up the lift, both Anakin and Aria reminded the squad that this is a stealth mission. “No blasting, No blowing things up. Nobody knows we're here.” Anakin finished, The door opened, revealing droids, Wrecker charges out followed by the rest of clone force 99. They start to destroy the droids. “So much for stealth” Aria says.

After Wrecker finished crushing many droids, he said, “Yeah! Hah! Ha-ha! Uh… sorry. I just got excited.” “It’s alright, Big-Fella.” Aria said. “I’ve still got a lock on Echo’s signal.” Tech said. “All right, men-” “what does that mean?” Aria said teasingly beside Hunter, “well… uh- you know” “do I?” “Alright you two, sort this out later.” Anakin said, giving his little sister a knowing look, her smile quickly faded. “Let’s hunt dome droids.” Hunter finished, “now you’re talking! Yeah!”

They all walked into the main facility, Hunter and Rex destroying the first few droids. “Where exactly is Echo’s signal coming from?” Anakin asked, Tech responded “strange. I just lost the signal.” “What? How can that be? There’s no “atmospheric disturbances” up here.” Rex said, “Well, I have a new theory. I’m surprised I didn’t consider it earlier. The signal is only traceable during data transmissions. So until Echo dispenses more intel, I cannot pick up the signal.” “Okay, we’re splitting up. Search every door. If someone finds Echo, contact the others. We go in together just in case there’s trouble.” Anakin said, looking straight at his sister, who just smiled and shrugged. Anakin, Wrecker, and Crosshair set off in one direction while Tech, Rex, Aria and Hunter set off in the other direction. Tech then says he regained the signal, we all followed them to a much bigger door, Hunter conformed that Echo’s signal was coming from there. “Tech, open this door.” Rex says as a message played on the screen by the door. “You clones are so predictable.” “Wat Tambor” Aria said, “Your algorithm predicted nearly every move you made to infiltrate Purkoll.” “There is no algorithm. We know you’re holding a prisoner of war here.” Rex yelled “prisoner? I don’t know what you mean, Captain.” “I am leaving here with my friend.” Rex said threateningly. “Your friend is dead. His mind is ours.” “Liar!” While Rex was having that conversation, it was a distraction as more droids showed up, “execute them.” Wat Tambor said. Hunter grabbed his knife and threw it toward the droids, Aria ignited her lightsabers, as Anakin, Wrecker, and Crosshair came running in. They all finished off the droid quickly, but more started to arrive. “Tech, Open that door for Rex and Aria!” “Yes, sir!” “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Captain.” Hunter says, Rex gives him a nod, then heads over to Tech and Aria as the door opens.

Once in the room, Aria said “I don’t like the look of this” “neither do I” Rex agreed. Tech got right to it, starting to open the chamber above the controls. “I am definitely picking up a life-form in there. It seems to be a stasis chamber. I think I can get it open.” Tech gets the chamber open and a pale, frosty, Echo fell forward attached to a bunch of machinery. “Echo. Tech! We gotta get him out of here. Figure out how to unplug him from this mess.” Rex set Echo on the ground and Aria instantly saw that most of him was no longer man but machine, “what have they done to you?” Rex whispered, still in shock. “We-- We have to get to the shuttle to escape the Citadel. No! I’ll go first.” Echo mumbled “Echo!” “No, no, no” “Echo, It’s Rex. I’m here.” “Rex? You came back for me.” “Yes. Yes, I did.” “He’s not the only one” Aria said kneeling beside them, “Commander?” “Well General now” Aria said offering a smile. “What happened? Where am I?” “It’s okay, Echo.” “You’re safe now, just sit tight, trooper. You’re going home.”

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piecesofeden11 · 2 years ago

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WIP - Wednesday

Life has been a bit much lately, so I'm lagging severely on all fronts but I'm trying! <3 This is a snippet from my not quite finished last story for Obianidala-Week, which I plan on still posting! Please enjoy and apologies for being very quiet at the moment!

Cast out from the library, but with plenty of time still to kill until The Evening, Anakin wandered the Temple like a gleeful spectre, creeping out Younglings and Masters alike with the ever present grin he could not seem to wipe off his face.

Tonight was going to be the best night of his life so far, of that he was sure. It had been a long time in the making and when he had first come to terms with the fact, that he felt the same love and desire for his former Master as he did for his gorgeous, beautiful, perfect wife, he had nearly spiraled out of control in panic, certain that he was about to lose everything.

For months, he had carried the burden of wanting, needing Obi-Wan in a way he could barely comprehend, while almost caving under the weight of the guilt he felt towards Padmé. He had shut himself away from both of them, hoping against all odds that the feelings would simply dissipate.

They did not. In fact, they only got stronger, desire fanning into a sense of lust that nearly burned him alive.

Then, on a lovely, balmy summer night, after he had just returned from a month-long deployment and was yearning for nothing more than his wife's arms (and his Master's, too), Padmé had simply asked. Or rather, stated.

"You are in love with Obi-Wan."

Anakin shivered, as he remembered that moment, the sheer terror he had felt, every muscle tensing up with anticipation for the inevitable fallout.

Padmé had simply smiled at him, carded a hand through his hair and said the unthinkable.

"Then you should tell him so."

Anakin remembered that moment just as well. He had gaped at her like a Fingerlip Garpon, forgotten how to breathe for several seconds even. Even when she had proceeded to reassure him that she saw no great issue in him loving two people equally and informing him that such arrangements were not uncommon on Naboo, he had thought he was dreaming, or worse, dying.

Padmé's approval, encouragement even, had been one thing. Actually going through with it and confessing his feelings to Obi-Wan had been quite another. It had taken him two more month and a near-death experience to finally blurt out the words and, in a moment of absolute panic, go so far as to simply kiss his Master.

Anakin remembered that moment just as well, the seconds ticking by as he danced on a knife's edge of elation and fear, while Obi-Wan's perfect, warm, soft lips remained still under his own.

For a moment, he had been absolutely certain that he had ruined everything, after all, when suddenly, he had been pulled forward by the hips, a large, calloused hand encircling his neck, as Obi-Wan had proceed to kiss him senseless.

They had had a long, thorough conversation about a lot of things after that, about feelings and arrangements and expectations and boundaries and it had left Anakin reeling a bit with the sheer enormity of it all.

The most terrifying moment, however, had been when Anakin had confessed about his marriage, to which Obi-Wan had only raised one perfect eyebrow and said, in the dryest tone imaginable: "You don't say."

Since then, Anakin's life had been pretty much perfect. He was still married to the most amazing woman in the galaxy, while also getting to be with his incredible Master and for a while he had been content with dividing his time between his two lovers.

Then, a week ago, Padmé had planted an idea in his head, dangling the possibility of a new arrangement in front of him, that would involve all three of them. Obi-Wan had, to Anakin's great surprise and relief, agreed quite readily.

They had decided on having dinner at Padmé's apartement first and then see where the evening would lead them. Anakin certainly hoped it would lead them to a large, comfortable bed and as little clothing as possible.

Oh, he was SO ready for the evening to arrive.

#Obianidala #padmé amidala #anakin skyalker #obi-wan kenobi #my writing #wip wednesday

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maysileeewrites · 2 years ago

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take care of you - Anakin Skywalker x fem! healer reader

Summary: Anakin comes home pretty banged up from a mission. The reader cleans up his wounds and takes care of him. Just some Anakin fluff, featuring Anakin being a tease and Obi-Wan being his usual sarcastic self.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of injury, fluff, soft!Anakin. Also, I know that Anakin’s a very skilled and accomplished fighter, but I wouldn’t say that it’s impossible for him to get injured on missions, especially when he lets his *emotions* get in the way. (Also, I just couldn’t help including the „Ani, not here“ / „Yes, here“ part :P)

I have a masterlist :)

Even though Anakin had only been gone for a few weeks, you felt as if a lifetime had passed since you’d last seen him. At the beginning of his mission, he’d messaged you via holonet every single day, letting you know that he was alive and well, but today you still hadn’t received his usual ‚Still alive and missing you, love you, Anakin‘. It was nearing nightfall and though you’d told yourself not to freak out over one missing update, you were beginning to worry.

You were pacing through the halls of the Jedi temple, when you suddenly heard Master Yoda and Master Windu approaching. You quickly hid behind an alcove, not wanting them to see you in your distressed state. Jedi were forbidden from forming any sorts of attachment and you knew that you and Anakin were breaking multiple rules of the Jedi Code by being together.

At first, you’d tried to discourage his feelings for you, by distancing yourself from him and denying your own feelings for him. But Anakin was simply irresistible and being with him - talking with him about everything and anything, cuddling with him him, stargazing with him, kissing him - just felt too damn right to deny yourself the happiness you felt when you were with him any longer. Besides - Anakin could be very persistent and convincing.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t pay the conversation between Master Yoda and Master Windu any mind, until you heard Master Yoda mentioning Anakin’s name.

„Coming back tonight, young Skywalker and his Padawan and Master Kenobi are“, Yoda said.

Mace Windu sighed, and peeking out from behind the alcove you were hiding in, you saw him shaking his head, looking annoyed. „Skywalker always finds a way to get himself into trouble“, he grumbled .

„Very tumultuous, he is“, Yoda agreed, to which Master Windu only sighed. You couldn’t help but smile a little at Master Yoda’s words. Tumultuous certainly was one way to describe Anakin’s reckless and impulsive nature.

„Yes. The boy and his Padawan can count themselves fortunate that Obi-Wan’s with them, otherwise Skywalker probably wouldn’t have walked away with just a few injuries“, Master Windu said. You were only slightly relieved upon discovering this. You finally knew why Anakin hadn’t messaged you today, but now that you knew that he’d been injured, you were just starting to worry even more. How severe were his injuries? How much pain was he in? Was he even still conscious?

Master Yoda’s and Master Windu’s voices grew quieter as they walked out of the hall and you didn’t dare follow them, not wanting to be discovered eavesdropping on two Council members.

You thought about what to do next. Anakin had been injured, which meant that upon his arrival - whenever that may be - they’d bring him to the Halls of Healing.

You were a healer yourself, though the Chief Healer Madame Vokara Che had given you this day and the next day off, because you’d been working every single day since Anakin’s departure. Healing kept you concentrated and focused, just what you needed to keep you from worrying too much about Anakin when he was away on missions.

Not wanting to waste another second - Anakin could be arriving at any second and you wanted to be there when he did - you quickly turned around, hurrying back to the Halls of Healing. You’d decide upon an excuse to tell Chief Healer Che upon the way.

When you arrived at the Halls of Healing, Chief Healer Che was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Anakin and Obi-Wan and you felt your anxiety increasing. They’d already informed Master Yoda and Master Windu of their arrival, so what was taking them so long? Was Anakin even more injured than you’d dared to let yourself think?

Just then, you felt a shift in the Force and you turned around, even though you knew that it would still be some minutes until you’d actually see him. Anakin was here, you could feel it. He was still too far away from you for you to pick up specific emotions from his force presence, but you still let out a sigh of relief.

„Y/N, what are you doing here?“ You turned around to see Chief Healer Che looking at you questioningly. „I gave you these two days off to rest, not to come back here in the middle of the night. I need you back on full capability tomorrow, Y/L/N“, she said, frowning.

„Yes, Master Che - I - uh … thought that I’d forgotten one of my textbooks here, so I, uh … came here to see if it was still here, but then I realized that I just left it on my nightstand in my apartment … „, you stumbled, inwardly cursing yourself for focusing all of your energy on worrying about Anakin and not on coming up with a better excuse.

Healer Che raised her eyebrows at you. „I see“, she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. „Well then - „ She was interrupted by another healer, Liin Maris, who came rushing into the room. Liin paused as she saw you, but then she turned to Madame Che.

„Master Obi-Wan, Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan have just arrived and Skywalker needs medical attention“, she said, panting slightly.

„Force, what trouble has Skywalker managed to get himself into now?“, Madame Che muttered before turning around to face you. „Since you’re already here, you might as well tend to Skywalker’s injuries, Y/L/N“, she said and you nodded, trying to fight back a relieved smile. This was better than any outcome your feeble attempt at a plan could have had - Madame Che wasn’t just not sending you back to your rooms, she was also giving you the perfect alibi to see Anakin, even though you weren’t on duty.

„Yes, Master Che“, you said.

„Maris, tell them to bring Skywalker to this room“, Madame Che said and after nodding at the Chief Healer and flashing you a quick smile, Liin darted back out of the room.

„I’ll be back in a few minutes, Y/L/N, should you need assistance, but I have to look after Darius Jyvun first, he’s not responding to the herb solution the way I’d hoped he would“, she said with a grim smile, before rushing out of the room, leaving you to anxiously await Anakin’s arrival.

You didn’t have to wait long - just a few moments after Madame Che had left you alone, Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka Tano walked in, supporting a blood-sprayed, bruised Anakin in their middle. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were sporting a few bruises as well, but they still seemed to be better off than Anakin.

„Anakin!“, you exclaimed, shocked at seeing him so slumped and battered. Anakin’s blue eyes immediately found yours, but then you saw Master Obi-Wan raising his eyebrows at your exclamation and you realized your mistake.

„I, uh, mean - General Skywalker - you, uh, look - „

„Worse than the last time you saw me?“, Anakin interrupted your rambling with a weak smile.

„You could say that“, you muttered, moving closer to inspect the damage. You wanted nothing more than to just reach out to him, wrap your arms around him, hold him and never let him go and to press your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat, to assure yourself that he was really here, with you, alive.

But you couldn’t. Not with Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka standing right next to you and Madame Che just a few rooms away.

So you did your best to compose yourself, until you felt a warm, soft sensation in your hand. Almost as if someone was grazing your skin with their fingertips, brushing their knuckles against yours.

You looked up at Anakin in surprise and you could feel your heart swelling with all your love for him in your chest. You felt a familiar warm, sweet and welcoming sensation from Anakin’s force presence.

You allowed yourself to dwell in the feeling of Anakin’s force presence reaching out to yours for a little longer, but then you remembered Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka standing next to you, so you cleared your throat.

„Uh, sit down, General Skywalker“, you said, feeling flustered. You gestured to the hospital bed behind you. Ahsoka and Master Obi-Wan helped Anakin sit down on the mattress and you could feel Obi-Wan’s curious gaze pricking into your skin. You’d long suspected Obi-Wan knowing more about your secret relationship with Anakin than he was letting on and the way he was looking at you now only confirmed your suspicions. You’d worry about that later, though, right now your top priority was tending to Anakin’s injuries.

„What happened?“, you asked, grabbing a tray of medical tools in your hand and placing it beside Anakin on the mattress. You gently cupped his face in your hand, inspecting the damage. He sported a few shallow cuts, a split lip and a black eye. However, it was the way he clutched his left arm to his chest that really worried you.

„Well, Anakin bit off more than he could chew“, Master Obi-Wan said, stroking his beard thoughtfully. „Again.“

„Obi-Wan - „, Anakin started to say, but he got interrupted by Ahsoka.

„Our spaceship got attacked by some bounty hunters on our flight back to Coruscant“, she told you, biting her lip. „And - „

„Snips nearly managed to get herself captured“, Anakin said, hissing as your fingertips grazed over the cut on his lip.

„Sorry“, you mumbled.

„I had it under control“, Ahsoka snapped, but you could see the worry in her eyes as she watched you assessing Anakin’s injuries.

„Clearly“, Anakin said dryly, glaring at his Padawan, but just like Ahsoka he wasn’t able to truly mask the worry still lingering in his eyes.

„The bounty hunter attack surprised us“, Obi-Wan interrupted the banter between Anakin and Ahsoka. „But we were able to fight them off, though Anakin couldn’t resist to show off a little“, he added, sighing.

You nodded. „I see“, was all you said, but you could see Anakin raising his eyebrows at your words. You refrained from rolling your eyes, and moved your attention to his left arm instead.

„Can you move your arm?“, you asked him and he just shook his head.

„This is probably going to hurt“, you warned him, carefully touching his biceps, but he was shrinking away from you almost as soon as you touched him.

„Sorry“, you said, biting your lip and Anakin’s eyes immediately softened. You felt that gentle sensation in your hand again and you could have melted into a puddle right then and there, but then you remembered that Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were still standing next to you.

„Can you turn your arm from palm up to palm down?“, you asked, doing your best to keep your voice neutral, but it was hard to keep your emotions at bay with Anakin only a few inches away from you.

„No“, Anakin said and you could feel his gentle and reassuring force presence reach out to you once more.

You shot him a warning look. You two weren’t the only force-sensitive people in this room and there was no need to be this careless, openly displaying his emotions. Anakin answered your warning look with a smug grin that told you exactly what he was thinking: I don’t care, let them see.

You gritted your teeth, until you saw Ahsoka’s irritated gaze flashing back and forth between you and Anakin.

„Your arm appears to be broken, General Skywalker, though it’s nothing that a bit of force healing won’t fix“, you said, lightly shaking your head at Anakin. It was hard to be annoyed at him for teasing you though - you’d rather have him teasing you than him being unconscious, as you’d initially feared.

„Here“, you said, placing an ice pack in Anakin’s metal hand, „place this over your eye to cool the swelling. I’ll start with healing your arm, the cuts on your face only appear to be shallow.“

Before you could turn around to Master Obi-Wan and Ahsoka to ask them for some privacy - not just because you wanted to spend some time alone with Anakin, but also because you needed the quiet to really focus on your healing -, Obi-Wan spoke up. „Come, Ahsoka, we’re not needed here anymore“, he said, gently placing a hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder.

„But Anakin - „, Ahsoka started to protest, worry for her injured Master evident in her voice.

„Anakin is in good hands“, Obi-Wan said reassuringly.

Ahsoka looked like she was going to say something, but Anakin interrupted her. „It’s fine, Snips, you don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be back to normal in no time.“ You shook your head at Anakin’s overly confident statement. You knew that he longed to be back fighting alongside his Padawan and his former Master as soon as possible, but before that, he needed some time to rest and heal.

„Take good care of him“, Obi-Wan said to you, before turning around and guiding Ahsoka out of the room.

„I will“, you promised. At your words, Ahsoka turned back around, eyeing you intently, as if to say you better will. You didn’t let yourself be intimidated by her burning gaze and she must have seen your determination to heal Anakin to your best capabilities on your face, because she gave you a curt nod, before turning back around and walking out of the room.

As soon as Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were out of your sight, Anakin wrapped his metal hand around your waist and he pulled you flush against him, resting his head at your side. „Force, Y/N, I’ve missed you so much“, he mumbled.

„I’ve missed you too, Ani“, you said and though you knew that you should pull away from him - lest anyone came in and saw you two like that - you couldn’t resist running your fingers through his curls and gently grazing over the cuts on his cheek. „I was so worried when you didn’t message me today“, you admitted, shaking your head.

„Sorry“, Anakin said, smiling sheepishly up at you. „If it weren’t for the bounty hunters, you would’ve gotten your daily message.“ Anakin mentioning the bounty hunters finally gave you the strength to pull away from him - only that his grip on you tightened.

„Ani“, you said, but he just shook his head, burying his face deeper into your side.

„Anakin“, you said, voice more firm now, „anyone could come in and see us.“

„I don’t care“, he said and you sighed. You understood Anakin’s frustration about being in a secret relationship all too well - if you could have had it your way, you would’ve welcomed him with a big hug and a kiss, but this would just have to wait.

„Anakin, please“, you said.

„Alright“, he relented, loosening his grip on your waist, but instead of letting you go, his metal hand came to rest upon your shoulder and before you knew what was happening, he was pulling you down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You could feel him smile into the kiss, and though you hated yourself for it, you hastily broke away.

„Anakin, not here.“

„Yes, here“, he said, reconnecting his lips with yours, tangling the fingers of his metal hand in your hair. You wanted nothing more than to just kiss him and drown in the feeling of him, but after a few seconds you broke away again.

„Not here“, you said, voice firmer than you felt, yet you couldn’t fully ignore the pouty and pleading look on Anakin’s face. „Later“, you promised and at that Anakin’s blue eyes lit up.

„I’m going to take your word on that“, he said and finally let you go.

You immediately got to work, sitting down beside him, gently taking his left arm into your hand. It was hard to get your mind to focus on Anakin’s arm, what with Anakin sitting right next to you and his warm and familiar force presence feeling almost overwhelming with all the emotions that were pouring out of him.

Anakin must have sensed your frustration, because the fingers of his metal hand came to rest upon the small of your back. This time, you didn’t reprimand him, focusing instead on the support he was offering you. It only took a few more seconds until your mind had reached out through Anakin’s pain and touched the broken bone in his arm.

Anakin let out a surprised little gasp. „Thank you“, he said and you opened your eyes again to see him smiling at you, the look in his blue eyes amazed and loving. You fought hard not to get lost in Anakin’s smile - when Anakin smiled, truly smiled, it was as if his whole face was lighting up, and his sky-blue eyes which were already captivating, seemed to light up as well - and turned around, grabbing the tray with the medical tools.

„You still need to rest your arm for at least a few days“, you told him, walking over to the basin and wetting the washcloth with warm water. „And with rest, I mean rest-rest“, you said, turning back around and crossing your arms in front of your chest when you saw the cheeky grin that Anakin was giving you. „I mean it, Anakin.“

„I know you do darlin- „

„General Skywalker, I do hope you’re feeling better now?“ Your eyes widened when you saw Madame Che entering the room, interrupting your banter.

„Wha- oh yes, yes, I do“, Anakin said and you couldn’t help but enjoy seeing him squirm under Madame Che’s stern gaze. „I - uh - was just telling Y/N what a darling she is for fixing me up like that“, he added, laughing nervously. You shook your head at him, your eyes widening with shock once more. Maybe Madame Che hadn’t even heard him calling you darling the first time, so there was no reason for him to bring it up again.

„Right - that’s what Y/N’s here for“, Madame Che said, raising her eyebrows irritatedly.

Your look of shock turned to one of exasperation once you saw Anakin grinning at you behind Madame Che’s back. Force, he was enjoying this even more than you’d enjoyed seeing him squirm under her stern gaze. You’d so be getting him back for that later, you thought, trying to keep your features neutral as Madame Che turned back around to you.

„You don’t seem to require my assistance here, Y/N“, she said, more a statement than a question. You nodded. „Good. After healing General Skywalker I don’t want to see you back here until tomorrow, Y/N“, she added, looking at you meaningfully.

„Yes, Madame Che“, you said, nodding.

„What was that all about?“, Anakin asked, once Madame Che had left the room.

You sighed, telling him how she’d given you today and tomorrow off and how you had had to come up with an excuse for being here in the middle of the night after hearing about Anakin being injured. You sat down next to him, placing the tray of medical tools in your lap.

„I’m really sorry for worrying you, Y/N“, Anakin said, laying his flesh hand over yours. „And you’re right - I shouldn’t be so careless about keeping us a secret, but being with you - it just - it makes me feel so happy, it makes my heart swell with joy, and I just want to shout it out to the whole world“, he added, blue eyes locking onto yours.

„I know - I hate having to keep us a secret as well“, you admitted, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat.

Anakin squeezed your hand gently. „Hey - we’ll make it work. Just like we said we would. Besides - if you finish cleaning me up, we can go to my apartment, where we don’t have to try to be secretive for the rest of the night“, he said, smiling softly.

„It’s not like we’re that good at being secretive, anyways“, you said, squeezing his hand back, before grabbing the washcloth again. „This is going to hurt a bit“, you warned him, before carefully moving the washcloth over the cuts on his face. „Or I should say you - you’re not good at being secretive“, you corrected yourself.

„Because I don’t want to be good at it“, Anakin immediately said. You sighed, shooting him what you’d intended to be a stern look, but it was hard being stern with him when you were just so happy to have him back.

„But I’m going to try harder“, he promised you with a mischievous smile.

„Sure you will“, you said, before focusing your attention on cleaning the cuts on his face.

„Better?“, you asked him, once you’d finished carefully rinsing the blood and dirt from his face and applied a soothing healing salve to the cuts.

He nodded, smiling. „Yes. But I think I’d feel even better if you’d kiss it better“, he said, blue eyes finding yours.

„You’re such a dork“, you said, shaking your head at him, but you couldn’t help but smile.

„Yes, and that’s why you love me“, he said smile growing wider.

„Hm“, you said thoughtfully, „maybe you’re right about that.“

He laughed, before winding his metal hand around your waist again, pulling you in for a kiss. This time, you didn’t hesitate before pressing your lips against his, smiling into the kiss.

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7-wonders · 2 years ago

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The Force and Its Tragedies (Sith!Anakin Skywalker)

Summary: Joining the Rebel Alliance was always going to be a risk to your life and safety. But never did you think that you would end up in the clutches of the evil that you have been fighting to take down. And never did you think that you would reveal your biggest secret to said evil.

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A/N: Kay, so this is my first (and maybe last? depending on reception) Star Wars fic in a long, long time. It's also a Sith!Anakin Skywalker fic. Suitless, uncrispy Vader, if you will. Let me know your thoughts, feedback is always appreciated. If you enjoyed, please like, comment, or reblog! If you didn't enjoy, pick a time and place and we shall duel.

The first thing that you realize upon waking up is that you have no memory of how you came to be in a position where you would need to wake up. The last thing you remember, your small group of Rebels had landed on Naboo to follow up with the Gungans on a lead about the Empire’s supposed killing machine, the Death Star. Now you’re here…if only you knew where ‘here’ was.

That’s when you realize the second thing, which is that you’re restrained. Considering you don’t usually restrain your hands and feet before going to bed, you’re a little concerned. Now you’re actually awake, and your eyes shoot open to see what situation you’ve found yourself in. You’re strapped to a platform that stands vertically, the restraints being the only things keeping you from falling over. The room is small and constructed almost entirely of steel, with no technology to give you any sort of indication as to where you are.

“Hello?” you call out, cringing as your voice echoes through the room. You clear your throat and try again. “Can anyone hear me?”

The door, a panel on the wall that looks the same as the rest of the room, opens before you can again attempt to summon anyone, and you know that you’re in far more danger than you had originally thought. The all-black figure that marches in would be imposing based on size alone, but the lightsaber at his hilt and the helmet covering his face make him a creature of nightmares. Everybody in the galaxy, and probably outside of it, knows who this is, how he came to be. After all, the Jedi Order and the Republic only fell a mere five years ago.

Anakin Skywalker was a name only spoken in whispers by people gossiping and retelling how the so-called Chosen One had heeded Darth Sidious’s call, executing Order 66 flawlessly and without any mercy. Nobody knew for certain what had happened that day on Mustafar when the student battled the teacher. The only thing that was certain was that after that, both Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker had disappeared, the former presumed dead and the latter taking on the mantle of Darth Vader (the worst-kept secret in all the worlds). Some say that he wears the helmet because he had been burned beyond recognition and the suit was the only thing keeping him alive, others claim it’s solely for the fear that it strikes in the hearts of his opponents. Whatever the reason, it’s certainly striking fear into your heart right now.

The door slides shut behind him with a hiss, and for a long few minutes, he just stands there and stares at you. It’s obviously an intimidation tactic, but it’s doing its job. You can’t see his eyes, yet you can still feel them boring into your skin. It’s uncomfortable, and you squirm under his gaze.

“So,” he begins, his modulator-altered deep voice making you jump, “this is the best that the Rebel Alliance can come up with?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You parrot the alibi you’ve gone over multiple times since you were assigned to this mission. “I was on Naboo to trade textiles.”

“Liar.” He takes a step closer to you, and your breath catches in your throat. “We know that you’re with the Rebels.”

You shake your head. “You’re mistaken.”

“Am I?” His voice sounds mocking—he probably is mocking you. “If you’re not going to tell me what I want to know, I can always just take it from you. I’m going to ask one more time. What were you doing on Naboo?”

“I already told you.”

His head tilts thoughtfully. “So you’re going to be difficult today? Very well, then.”

It’s difficult to explain what it’s like when someone tries to go through your mind unless the person has also gone through the same experience. Unfortunately, it seems that more and more people these days have experienced the cruel interrogation tactics of the Empire. It’s a horrible feeling, one that you can never forget once it’s happened to you.

It’s an invasion of privacy in the worst form when you learn that your mind is not nearly as impenetrable as it’s supposed to be. Your mind feels as though it’s being physically rifled through, one layer at a time. The pain would be enough to send you to your knees if you were physically able to, but your vision whites out instead.

Going down without a fight would be to go against your very nature, so you force yourself to regain some of your wits and attempt what the Rebellion has been training you to do. You lift your head up to stare back at Vader, taking deep breaths in and then, with each breath out, physically pushing him out of your mind. He retreats suddenly, almost stumbling back. You’re sure that this is how you die, considering you’ve never heard anybody ‘defeat’ Darth Vader and live to tell the tale. To your surprise, however, he looks at you and laughs. Maybe you did die? That’s the only logical reason why he would be laughing right now.

“I didn’t realize we had a Jedi as our guest of honor today.”

“I’m not a Jedi.”

“No, but the Force is strong with you.”

“That’s–”

“There’s no use coming up with more lies. Not when I can feel it.” A hand comes up to your face, and you flinch as he brushes an errant hair out of your eyes. “Someone’s on edge.”

You roll your eyes. “Pardon me for being a little jumpy after being captured by some creature in a mask.”

“‘Creature in a mask,’” he repeats dryly. After a moment, his hands come up to his mask. You can hear the mechanisms unlatching his mask, and you close your eyes to try and shield yourself from the horrors you’re inevitably about to face.

Slowly, hesitantly, you peek out of one of your eyes before both open to make sure that what you’re seeing is correct. The stories, it turns out, are wrong. Darth Vader is not some burned husk of a man that’s clinging to life, nor is he horribly disfigured. Darth Vader is arguably one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. His golden-brown curls fall to just above his shoulders, and his sharp features are striking. With a face like his, you can easily see why people could so easily fall to the dark side. The only thing that does give you pause is his eyes; bright and yellow, the eyes of a Sith.

A smirk appears on his full lips, and you know that he doesn’t need to read your mind to know that you’re enjoying (unhappily, albeit) this revelation. “Now that I’ve successfully toppled your ‘creature in a mask’ assumption–”

“You can still be a soulless creature no matter how you look,” you hiss.

Vader raises an eyebrow at you, daring you to speak out of turn again. Upon seeing that the message has been received loud and clear, he continues. “The Jedi keep thorough records of Force-sensitive younglings throughout the galaxy. How did you escape them, then?”

Too late, you realize that you perhaps should have pushed aside your tendency for self-preservation. Maybe revealing that you’re Force-sensitive to a Sith was a very, very bad idea. Judging by the sudden interest in your past, you’re leaning more towards that it was definitely bad instead of just ‘maybe’ bad.

You don’t realize that you’ve inadvertently refused to answer the question until that same pain shoots through your head once again, making you cry out in pain. “Need I remind you what happens if you don’t play by the rules?” The pain disappears just as suddenly as it appeared. If you weren’t tied up right now, you would absolutely flip Darth Vader off. Instead, you settle for mentally flipping him off. It doesn’t have the same effect. “Answer my question.”

You sigh heavily. “Fine! My parents didn’t want to give me up, they refused to allow me to be taken away by the Jedi. I was eight when they came for me, and my parents told them I was dead. They sent me off-planet to stay with family for the week, just to make sure they couldn’t track me.”

“Smart. Although, letting an untrained Force-sensitive run around to wreak havoc on everyone and everything probably wasn’t the best call.”

“I guess my folks weren’t thinking long-term.”

Vader laughs at this. The sound doesn’t reassure you. “It’s been a few years since I’ve seen someone with your…potential.”

“Could that be because you killed all of them?” you ask dryly. He rolls his eyes, but thankfully doesn’t cause you any more pain.

“It’s been even longer since I’ve had an apprentice.”

Your heart drops into your stomach when you realize what he’s implying, and you can feel the cold sweat that begins to form. “I don’t need to be trained. I don’t want to be trained. Especially by you.”

“Think about all that you could accomplish by honing your skills! You could become great, Y/n.” You don’t recall telling him your name—had he gleaned it from looking through your head? Or had it been the Gungans themselves who had betrayed you and sent you to this fate the moment you touched down on Naboo?

“I don’t need you in order to be great.”

Something dark—darker than what you’ve already seen from him—crosses Darth Vader’s face. You’ve angered him by turning him down, and some part of you knows that people who anger him don’t live to see another rotation. His gloved hand hovers above the hilt of his lightsaber, your heart thundering in your chest at the action.

Instead of removing the lightsaber, igniting it, and slicing you in half, Vader simply fiddles with its position on his belt, like some sort of coping mechanism while he thinks. He turns away from you, looking back at his discarded helmet on the table next to the door. You remain silent during these long few minutes, too scared to speak up and ask him why he’s decided to change tactics. Then, he turns around. By the smile on his face, you’re almost wishing that he stayed facing the door.

“Let’s play a little game.” Vader’s hand flexes and your restraints unlock. You fall to the ground, catching yourself on your hands and knees. Your limbs tingle at the sudden unrestricted movement, and you have to give yourself a second before you can push yourself up to a standing position again. “You hide and try to escape, and I seek. If you win, you walk away from here free. If I win, you become my apprentice.”

“And if I don’t want to play?”

He grins. “You don’t get a choice.”

That’s what you were expecting him to say, yet there was a part of you hoping that he wouldn’t. Vader glances behind him, opening the door at his command.

“I’ll even give you a head start.”

If you don’t go, you’re conceding defeat before you can even start, and you won’t allow him to have you without a fight. You look back at Vader one more time, who teasingly motions with his hands for you to get going, before sprinting out of the door. A pair of stormtroopers stare at you as you pass them, but they don’t follow. You don’t stick around to hear if Vader’s telling them not to shoot you.

(When the Troopers hesitantly peer into the room you were being held prisoner in to say, “Sir, the prisoner has escaped. Should we engage?” Darth Vader does, in fact, tell them that they do not have permission to engage and that they should leave this to him)

You round a random corner to make sure that you’re far enough away to have this crucial second before pausing. Your hands fumble for the inner lining of your jacket, and you rip apart the loose seams to pull out the emergency homing signal that all members of the rebellion are sent on missions with. The button is pressed once, twice, three times, which is all the time you’ll allow yourself before you’re running again to try and find some way out of here. The pipes along the top of the wall serve as your guide; you know that they’ll lead somewhere, whether it be an electrical hub that you can sabotage or an exit.

“Rebel,” a voice echoes through the halls further than a voice should reasonably be able to echo. The surprise of it sends you screeching to a stop as your head swivels from left to right in an attempt to see how he’s caught up to you already. When you see that he isn’t, in fact, anywhere near, it becomes clear that he’s projecting to you.

“Stay out of my head!” He’ll hear you even though you’ve whispered it under your breath. After all, if there’s one thing you know about the Sith, it’s that their powers are frightening and limitless.

“Mm, no. I don’t think I will.” Back to sprinting you go, following the pipes and begging your feet to move faster and faster until it feels like you’re hardly touching the ground. “Your shields are impressive for someone with such little training. Once I find you, we’ll work to make sure that they’re impenetrable.”

“Like this?”

A Jedi who had escaped Order 66 and ended up joining the Rebel Alliance, Dia Dorvin took you under her wing when she recognized that there was another Force-sensitive within the ranks. Though there wasn’t much she could train you on, having just barely achieved the rank of Jedi Knight before the fall of the Republic, she tried her best to help you at least hone your skills. Dia would be proud of the way you use her gentle voice to remind you to slam shut the proverbial steel doors of your mind that Vader has managed to slip through. Your mind goes blissfully silent, and you wish you could see the look on his face when he’s realized that you’ve shut him out without his ‘training.’

The loading hangar is devoid of any life when you make it, and only a few droids beep at you when you hit the button to open the hangar doors to give you any indication at all that they recognize your presence. When the door begins to open, you see lava and obsidian outside. Interesting that Darth Vader decided to build his home base on the same planet where he allegedly killed his former master, though that may be more due to the circumstance of an inhospitable planet serving as a good hideout then some sort of poetic justice.

Before you can run past the TIE Fighters and numerous other ships whose makes you couldn’t begin to name, the sound of heavy boots echoes at the back of the room. Considering the stormtroopers are much lighter on their feet to maintain the element of surprise, there’s only one person those footsteps could belong to. Even without that knowledge, your intuition just knows who’s coming. You dive behind a pile of shipping containers, snatching an iron bar from one of the work tables as you do so.

Your breathing is too loud, too scared, and you slap a hand over your mouth to try and keep quiet. Vader’s moving slowly through the hangar, listening carefully for any sign of you. A droid chirps at him, loud and insistent. The red flash of a lightsaber and the sound of metal being slashed gives you enough of an idea what’s happened to that little droid.

“Where, oh where, could my little rebel be?” Vader’s voice sounds like it’s coming from everywhere, making it impossible for you to tell where he is in the hangar. He lets out a laugh before his sing-song tone says, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

He’s enjoying this, you realize. The sick bastard is hunting you, like a predator stalks their prey, and he’s having fun doing so. You have to move, and now. Slowly, you poke your head out from behind the containers, only to see that Vader isn’t anywhere in your field of vision.

The hairs on the back on your neck stand up, and you tense right before you feel him behind you. “Boo,” he whispers into your ear. You try to jump over the crates, but he grabs you by the back of your shirt and flings you to the ground.

Your back collides harshly with the ground, and you cough as you try to get your breath back. When you can finally breathe again, you look up only to be faced with Vader’s bright-red lightsaber inches away from your face. The heat from it is intense, and trying to be as still as possible only makes you want to involuntarily jerk more.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says. For some reason (like, say, the lightsaber currently pointed at you), you highly doubt that. “Come with me, Y/n. Embrace your destiny, who you’re meant to be.”

Keeping eye contact with him, you stretch your fingertips to get the metal bar that you dropped closer to you. Once it’s close enough, you wrap your fingers around it. “Fuck you.”

You swing the bar at Vader with all your strength, making direct contact with the hand that holds his lightsaber. It doesn’t hurt him, but it does catch him off-guard enough that the lightsaber goes flying out of his grasp. Scrambling back up to your feet, you ready yourself to swing once again as he calls his lightsaber back with the Force.

Vader’s other hand stretches towards you, using the Force to stop you from bashing his head in. The bar won’t swing any further, an invisible hand keeping it from moving any more. In the distance, you can hear the distinct sound of a ship exiting hyperdrive.

“I admire your tenacity, but this ends now.”

Suddenly, you see it. Your way out, and your last hope. “You’re right.” You lift your shaking hand in the air towards a control tower. Now, it’s your turn to smile. “This does end now.”

Yanking your hand back towards you, the control tower collapses along with it, like you’re pulling it with an invisible string. Sparks fly from the wires, and Vader is forced to roll out of the way to keep from being crushed under all of the metal. You take your chance and run outside before he can try to get back around the now-destroyed tower.

The Mustafarian heat is immediately oppressing, sweat beading on your brow as you scan the skies. The dot in the distance quickly becomes an actual ship—a Rebel Alliance ship. The back of the ship opens, and the familiar faces of your friends and comrades appear. They’re yelling for you to hurry, holding their hands out as the pilot drops as close to the ground as they can.

Your legs are burning from the exertion of having to run for your life yet again, a stitch forming in your side as you extend your hand and jump. Though the crew is not Force-sensitive, you trust them with your life…literally. Yet again they come through, a hand grabbing onto yours and ensuring that you won’t fall.

Rip and Oona, two of your fellow Rebels, each grab an arm and haul you up onto the ship. They’re hanging onto you like you’re going to turn to smoke and slip out of their hands. Given the circumstances that have led to this moment, you don’t exactly blame them.

“Kriff, Y/n, are you okay?” Rip is frantically looking you up and down, checking for any sign of injury.

“Yeah, we were sure you were a goner!” Oona adds.

“I’m good. Let’s just get out of here.”

“On it!” Voth yells from the pilot’s seat up front.

As the back of the ship closes and the crew springs to prepare to again enter hyperdrive back to the Rebel Alliance base you’ve all been stationed at, you can’t help but look down at Vader’s fortress. Sure enough, you see a tall, broad silhouette staring up at your ship. Just before you lose sight of him, you hear his voice in your head one last time.“You may have won the battle. But I promise you, my little Rebel, that I will win this war.”

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phoenixyfriend · 4 months ago

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Okay so I bounced some more with @threebea:

Bea:

Yep it's very awkward but also might be some knowing each other without the lies Also Anakin probably missed Rex despite knowing the bad stuff. Misses since he's all she has had.

They're so messyyyyyy and I love it.

It's only gonna get juicier when Obi-Wan arrives! Not one of these dynamics is stable right now!

I guess Ahsoka could bring Bo-Katan as her plus one, and them being the Token Stable Lesbian Relationship.

Obi-Wan and Anakin? Tense for obvious reasons.

Rex and Anakin? The LIES

Rex and Ahsoka? Have been arguing for months about Anakin

Obi-Wan and Rex, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka? "You faked your death" betrayal

Anakin and Ahsoka? Getting better but Ahsoka still didn't TELL her! And Ahsoka now knows, from Obi-Wan, about the baby murder.

Yeah just like the messiest family reunion Anakin: Why is this man crying on me? Ahsoka: You were supposed to make this easier Obi-Wan: You missed a whole chunk of our last encounter the fact I'm not on the ground right now speaks for my growth Ahsoka: hmm Also Anakin: I mean at least this guy didn't lie to me? But we seem to have beef so... Obi-Wan: Beef isn't the word. Anakin: Sorry, I lack context :/

Rex: That's your adoptive dad

Anakin: Oh!

Bo, in the corner, causing problems on purpose: Guess that means you should be asking him permission for Skywalker's hand in marriage

Obi-Wan: What

Bo was supposed to be the stable support but Obi-Wan ruins everything ❤️ Man, the relationship with Obi-Wan would be so hard to parse because with would be like: Oh he was my Jedi dad... who knows what I became, which I don't remember, but I can see how he would have some trauma, but also Ahsoka has made it sound like we were really close. Also probably: Hey do you have context for why I turned to the Darkside? and Obi-Wan would not have the answers because it was literally,other than Palpatine being Palpatine and that being revealed, Anakin was FINE And it's hard Obi-Wan's side because Anakin isn't so far off from his Anakin predarkside so feels like she's back from the dead without any of their junk worked out

Mustafar still happened so he's PRETTY sure Padmé and the babies were involved.

But not how

Yes, Padmé died, but it's not like there was any indication of that happening before the Choke, so Obi-Wan isn't sure what role that played.

Bo: IDK maybe you should talk to your sister

Obi: Oh, like you did?

Bo: [attempts murder]

(In his defense, Bo is a massive hypocrite about sibling stuff)

Also Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have some stuff but that feels like it gets overshadowed by glad each other is alive Despite being the specific problem, Rex has the least amount of interpersonal conflict but the one he has is pretty big Although Obi-Wan probably not too happy if they give him the whole story on behalf of Anakin

Rex: listen I know it sucks but I panicked and if we were engaged she'd trust me enough that I could hide the Vader stuff until I was sure she was stable!

Ahsoka: you understand how fucked up that sounds, right?

Hmm I wonder if Kamino/military clone structure would have also added to the: yes it's fucked up but also makes perfect sense for Rex. Like took her autonomy but his understanding of autonomy might be a little bit different. Like not saying he doesn't know Just that he might unconsciously see it as not as important. His whole life built around the greater good of others etc etc By himself he's like this is bad but not BAD when you weight it up. Then when he has to justify it to people it's like oh wait.

Have a messy Rexwalker AU

Anidala were casual, there was flirting with Rex but it never went anywhere. Anakin doesn't get barbecued and ends up as Suitless Vader, so the Vader identity is more or less public.

Vader is Captured ™️ by a miscellaneous individual, and Sheevy Boy doesn't care enough to find him.

Instead, Rex stumbles across captured Vader, who is:

A cute girl now

An amnesiac of the fantasy "I don't remember who I am, only have the faintest flashes of my old life" variety

Rex steals Anakin. And kind of... does the questionable thing:

Implies they were a couple, affianced, prior to Her Head Injury.

Rex builds a life of domestic bliss on LIES in the back end of nowhere.

Ahsoka is horrified when she finds them, even though it means Vader isn't so much an issue anymore.

He tries to say it's for the greater good (he'll tell her the truth eventually! When he's sure she won't go back to Sheev!) But uhhhhh he's Guilty Happy whenever she hugs him or gives him a cheek kiss etc.

Waking up in the same bed almost makes him cry with emotion.

(The intended implication of Anakin not noticing anything is wrong wrt gender and the surgeries is that she was never cis in the first place and just. Didn't realize. Could be fully binary trans, could be gender indifferent. Won't know until the truth comes out that she wasn't Always Like This.)

@threebea:

Rex: Everyone is happier by me doing this, including Vader.

Ahsoka: Yes but still!

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ithebookhoarder · 3 years ago

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (Obi-Wan x Reader): Part 2

Summary: After Obi-wan’s accident, and Anakin’s brutal words, you left the Jedi Temple to try and let you both move on. However, you soon realise that forgetting your fellow Jedi is harder than you thought...

Part 1 - Part 2

A/N: Well, it’s been a hot minute since I wrote the first part of this and I know people were keen for a follow-up but I always struggled to get the words out. However, I blame the new Kenobi series for utterly re-igniting the flame I have for this character and this came out - finally! That and the fact the third episode has RUINED me today...

Warnings: Angst, mention of injury, implied smut / start of smut

Masterlist:

It had been two weeks since the night you’d left - or, run away, if you were being more accurate.

In fact, despite remaining with Padmé at the embassy for the duration of her stay, you couldn’t help but feel like you were still running. Every time you ignored a message, or a call, or even the very mention of anything to do with Obi-wan Kenobi you felt your heart ache worsen.

Just because leaving was the right thing didn’t make it the easy thing.

You couldn’t just magically forget the past fifteen years or so, no matter how much you wanted to. Maybe then you could find some kind of peace.

Maybe then you wouldn’t be up all night imaging the pain and confusion he must have been feeling, waking up and finding out that he had saved your life, only for you to have left and ended things without a word to his face.

Yeah. You pretty much hated yourself too at this point.

You could only hope it got easier with time.

Until then, however, you were content to bury yourself in your work and the reason you were actually here on this planet - to watch over the woman sat next to you, strapping herself into your ship as you prepared to escort her to the latest in a long line of meetings.

How Padmé could do it day after day, never complaining or showing her exhaustion publicly, was beyond you. In private, though, it was a whole other story. In fact, her tales about some of the long and dreary meetings she’d been stuck in were the highlight of your evenings. Last night had been particularly amusing, with Padmé sharing how one senator had actually fallen asleep during the ten minute rant another had given at the proposal of increasing taxes in the area.

You’d snorted into your tea, trying and failing not to picture it. It was the kind of thing you’d have normally passed on to Obi-wan. For, despite his sometimes sensible exterior, he had a sense of humour like yours and irritating senators, in particular, always made him chuckle.

You’d reached for your comms device, force of habit taking over as you went to message him. However, the sight of the numerous unopened messages already waiting for you on the screen were enough of a reminder for you to put it down.

The soft sigh that had escaped your lips didn’t go unnoticed by Padmé, but she hadn’t said a word. Not until now, anyway.

“You know Anakin called earlier.”

You blinked, tensing for just a moment as you focused on programming your flight plan into the ship’s mainframe. “Oh?”

“Yes. He wanted to know how we were getting along.” Padmé smiled. “Don’t worry, I said we were making progress even if things have been running a bit behind schedule since that storm the other day. He also said Obi-wan is back on his feet again… just, you know, in case you were wondering.”

You paused. You could sense the question in her tone, as if she could see straight through you and the nonchalant way you nodded. “Well… good. I’m glad to hear it.”

“He asked after you.”

“Anakin did?”

“Yes, but on behalf of Master Obi-wan, who says he still hasn’t heard from you since we left.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. I don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s your friend, Y/N,” Padmé scoffed, rolling her eyes at you.

She sounded surprised and a little confused as she looked away from her harness, and turned her chair to face you. To be fair, apathy at the news that Obi-wan was alive and well was not exactly your style.

You might have well as just come out and said that something was wrong. Why else weren’t you dancing with joy?

“I don’t know what happened between you but I know you both. You can work it out. You can only spend so long hiding from your problems, staying with me on this planet and ignoring his messages. He’ll still be there when you get back and he clearly misses you.”

It took everything in you not to break. As it was, you gripped the controls a little tighter than necessary as you chose to prepare the ship for flight rather than meet the Senator’s gaze. “That’s the problem.”

“Problem?”

“Forget I said anything.”

“But Y/N-“

“Padmé. Please.” You hated how your voice cracked. “Drop it.”

Padmé sighed but honoured your request. She didn’t say another word about it, even if you did catch her shooting you pitying looks throughout the rest of the day. Maker knows what she thought was going on between the pair of you.

You didn’t even know how to explain it to yourself. How were you supposed to explain it to Obi-wan? After all, he deserved an explanation and you knew he’d be asking for one the moment he was back on the same planet as you were.

At least he was well enough to do so. That was the thought that gave you comfort as you tried to suppress your pain and focus on the task at hand. You were supposed to be working, after all.

So, you held your head high, doing your best to look the part of a Jedi.

Standing guard as you chaperoned Padmé through her various meetings was a good distraction, as was making sure that there were no possible threats to the proceedings in general; It was hard to think about anything else when you were busy thinking about how many possible weak spots there were in the room for a brave assassin to target.

The answer - as you determined - was 34. 35 if they happened to be under 4 feet tall…

Needless to say, you were glad to make it back to the embassy in one piece as the day drew to a close. A hot bath and a tall glass of whatever alcohol you could get your hands on sounded divine right about then to help ease the pain of listening into hours and hours of diplomatic jargon that made no sense to you.

With a smile, you bid Padmé a goodnight, watching as she went into her rooms across the hall, before you turned to do the same.

However, you’d barely stepped over the threshold before you heard it.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”

The voice made you jump as did the sight of the man sat, waiting for you, on the sofa in your room. Without looking up you knew who it was; you knew that voice anywhere.

“Obi-wan… what? What are you doing here? I thought you were back at the temple resting. Should you even be up?”

“Hello to you too,” he smirked, his usual sarcastic tone oddly comforting. “I’m alive and in one piece, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Thank the Maker for that.

Given the condition you’d last seen him in, battered, bruised, and bandaged within an inch of his life, you couldn’t believe how normal he appeared (most likely the result of Anakin’s diligent care and an impressive amount of time in a Bacta tank). He barely had a hair out of place.

It took everything in you to fight the sudden urge to throw yourself into his arms and prove to yourself that he was indeed alright.

Instead, you took a step closer, trying your best to compose yourself so that he wouldn’t feel the way your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. Then again, it was most likely too late. He’d probably sensed it the moment you’d entered the room.

He’d caught you off guard and he knew it - it had most likely been his plan all along.

“Anakin said as much to Padmé. We were both relieved to hear you were out of the med bay.”

“Were you? I must have missed that message. Then again, something must be wrong with your comms,” Obi continued, his meaning clear as he gestured to your traitorous data padd lying on the caff table in front of him. “After all, I’ve left several messages the past few weeks which have gone unanswered. Needless to say, I was surprised to arrive to find your communicator is, in fact, working.”

“Well, I...” you stammered, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks at his accusation.

Nervousness seemed to have crept up on you, because all you could do was stand there like an idiot, your breath caught in your throat. It felt like you were a youngling again, standing before Master Yoda as he scolded you for whatever mischief you and Obi-wan had got yourselves into.

“Yes?”

“I left a note-“

“Ah, yes,” Obi hummed, rising to his feet. “I was wondering when you would mention that. Would you care to enlighten me as to why you left the temple without a word, other than that note?”

You gulped. “Because Padmé needed an escort and there wasn’t time for me to wait, to tell you in person. I said all I needed to in that note.”

“We both know that isn’t the truth, Y/N. Please. I came here because clearly this is the only way to get you to talk to me-”

“Well, you should have saved yourself a trip because there’s nothing to talk about.” Your voice cracked as you turned around, feeling a wave of guilt wash over your body at the sight of him. He looked so tired, so distraught, and you knew it wasn’t just the accident that was to blame. Yet again, you left nothing but pain in your wake. “Please, Obi. You shouldn’t have come. Just… leave me alone.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Obi-Wan-”

“Please.”

His tone almost broke you.

You never had been able to deny him. He had somehow rooted himself deep within you, tethering himself to you with an invisible string that somehow always drew you back to one another. Even now, it felt like he was tugging on your heart, causing a deep ache at the thought of banishing him from your side.

You let out a sigh of reluctance. “Fine, but only because we both know Anakin learned his stubbornness from having you as a Master and I don’t need you following me around until I give in.”

“Thank you.” Obi-wan was quick to nod his head in gratitude (even if he didn’t refute your point).

Somethings hadn’t changed.

You remembered the first time he had tried that tactic on you, constantly shadowing you around the halls of the temple until you agreed to help him steal Qui-Gon’s ship on a dare. You were only ten at the time, but it felt like you had known each other for a whole lifetime - it had been that way since the moment you’d first laid eyes on one another as younglings.

Despite fearing the consequences of what would happen if you two were caught, you had eventually agreed to help, unable to resist him for long.

How simple things had been back then…

You sighed.

“You know, you didn’t exactly answer my question before. What are you doing here? And why do I feel as if Padmé is somehow involved in this?”

“Because you always were rather perceptive,” Obi-wan chuckled, reclaiming his spot on the couch behind him.

He gestured to the seat opposite in clear invitation - one you decided to accept, despite the fact that this was technically your room. After all, it had been a long day and if you were to open this particular wound then you would at least be seated whilst doing it.

You were also relieved, but not surprised, to see he had already helped himself to your tea collection too. At least he’d had the decency to pour you a cup.

“That, and we both know our friend, Senator Amidala, all too well. She simply cannot stand not being able to fix something, including us it seems.”

That sounded like Padmé. Hell, you’d been in that meeting room long enough today to know the true extent of his words. Padmé saw every problem as a puzzle to solve, and nearly every time, she did - even if it meant sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, or getting herself in the middle of trouble along the way.

No wonder she and Anakin were close. They were practically the same person, in that regard, and were more than likely responsible for the few grey hairs both you and Obi-Wan had discovered over the years.

“Us? What - but I - I haven’t told anyone anything -”

“You may not have, but I cannot say the same for Anakin,” Obi smirked, sipping his tea as if to hide the expression. “Nor, his eager apprentice, either. Apparently they may have mentioned to Padmé about our… lack of communication, amongst other things.”

Why were you not surprised?

“Of course they did.”

Maker, you hated this.

You hated that you had acted as judge, jury, and executioner without letting him plead his case.

You hated the echoing chasm that now existed between the both of you.

But most of all? You hated that you left and stayed away for so long.

It shouldn't have been this way; you should have been at his bedside when he awoke, ready to thank him, and celebrate his recovery in person. You should have been helping him heal his wounds, rather than hiding away and licking your own.

“I was a coward.”

Saying the words aloud somehow made you feel lighter, even if you knew it would take more than words to fix this. The guilt was enough to cause your eyes to water, while you tried your best not to look at him.

However, admitting the truth was the first step on a long road to enlightenment, as Master Yoda had once said.

“I was a coward and I ran. I ran from you and the feelings I had for you - the feelings that I know you feel for me too. That crash was too close, Obi. I almost lost you and what’s worse is that it was because of me. I hurt you. Even Anakin knew it. You would never have done something so dangerous and stupid otherwise. You took out that fighter, at cost to yourself, because of me.”

The confession came pouring out of you.

“So, I ran and I left that note because I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t say those things to your face without you knowing that I didn’t mean them, because I don’t - and I’m trying so hard, Obi. I want to honour you and the promise you made to the order, to Master Qui-Gon and Anakin… I don’t want to put you in that position.”

“So you left?”

“Yes.”

“You made that decision for me, on my behalf?”

You blinked, sensing the hurt behind his words. “Yes. I did, and I’m sorry... I love you too much to do this to us anymore. I thought by making the choice for you I was sparing you pain in the long run.”

“Well, you thought wrong. I need you to hear me when I say this, Y/N. I choose you. I choose you, no matter what it means for us or whatever our future may look like. I choose you because I love you and I have for as long as I can remember.”

You knew how much he meant what he said when he used that tone. It's the one he used often when addressing the council or when there was some sort of important threat that needed to be dealt with. It was resolute, and left no room for misunderstanding.

“These feelings came to be all on their own, and I could never resent you for them. You didn’t force me to feel this way, nor do you force me to act in any way I would not choose to do myself. Do you understand?”

“Obi-wan… I-" you choked, unable to convince yourself that he was not still angry with you. However, he seemed to know exactly what intrusive thoughts were plaguing you - the same ones that had caused you to flee in the first place. The ones that told you deep down you weren’t enough, that this was a mistake, that he couldn’t possibly be here saying these things to you.

"Tell me that you understand that. Please."

You gnawed at your bottom lip. "I... understand."

Relief flooded in his eyes at your words.

Finally, both of you seemed to be on the same page, but it still didn't erase the shame you felt. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your lips trembled.

“Obi, I'm so sorry... you were hurt and I abandoned you. Seeing you like that, and knowing my part in it all, I let my emotions take over and you didn’t deserve that. I left and I should've stayed. I messed things up-"

The words died on your lips as he took your face in his scarred hands, passionately pressing his lips against yours.

Your mind was reeling but all you could do was hum in the kiss, fighting the urge to pull away.

No.

No more running from this.

On that point, he was right; whatever steps you took next you would take together, and denying this connection was clearly not possible. Not when it consumed you so entirely, your soul crying out for his and causing your knees to go weak.

His lips clashed with yours, his fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your face up. That devious smile grew, and your toes curled in your boots as you saw the smile you’d spent the last few weeks dreaming about. “There’s my darling, Y/N.”

“Obi,” you sighed.

It was odd how much you’d missed this… missed him… even the way his beard lightly scratched your chin as you kissed him made your heart skip a beat. You felt as if you were somehow complete, like a piece of you had been missing but now returned as he took you in his arms, pulling you roughly against him.

You were his and he was yours.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again, you understand me?"

“I’m never leaving you again,” you whined earnestly, a smile of your own escaping your lips as he began to trail his kisses against your jawline and neck. He knew you all too well and was clearly not above playing dirty when it came to reminding you.

Hence his choice of tactic, tilting you both backwards until you lay against the sofa cushion - penned in, with no escape, you were forced to listen as he pulled back long enough to meet your watery gaze once more.

“I need you to remember, it's ok to get scared. It's human. You're afraid of losing me the same way I'm afraid of losing you, Y/N,” Obi stated firmly. "I love you and I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you’re beside me, wherever that may be.”

You stared up at him with a hesitant, watery smile.

His throat bobbed. “I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this,” he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in your throat, “but … talking to you. Being with you. Having you beside me. I missed having you as my friend even more.”

Your eyes burned. “I know.”

As soon as the words left your lips, his arms tightened around you in reply, his forehead lowering to press to your shoulder.

You stroked a hand through his silken hair.

“I know. Never again,” you promised him, and whispered it over and over.

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obislittleone · 2 years ago

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House Of Memories (37/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

Summary: Ahsoka and Anakin are on a mission, and you and Obi-Wan are finally finding a peaceful rhythm in your lives, but then something happens suddenly that is about to break everything apart.

A/n: i love this chapter... Obi-Wan is in it very little but i'm so happy with the way it turned out also if you noticed a certain promised altercation was missing from our main Jedi guy, i promise you it's going to be in the next one, I had to split up the chapters because it was getting too long.

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

Words: 2.5k (the next one is gonna be so long help)

Over a month's time since Satine Kryze's death, and not a word had been uttered about it since the escape. At the time of return there had been much more to worry about.

Obi-Wan didn't seem as upset about it as you thought he perhaps might be. Heck, even you were letting it weigh more on your conscience, as a Jedi, letting someone die so you could live was quite literally the opposite of everything you ever stood for.

It wasn't right, the way you'd gone to rescue her, but when put in harm's way you'd let her be sacrificed for your own well-being. It was a useless effort, to even travel there in the first place. You should never even have gone at all. You were the one who had begged and pleaded with Obi to take you, to let you stay by his side and protect him in any way you thought you could. This was all your fault.... but Obi-Wan didn't see it that way.

Over the past month he has clung to you, kept you close and rarely letting you out of his sight. To him, what happened on Mandalore was a wakeup call. Your life meant more to him than anything in this galaxy, and he wasn't going to let anyone take it away from you. He didn't regret choosing you. He'd admit, he was sorrowful not to have saved you both, but in the end, had you been killed, and Satine survived, he had no doubt in his mind that he would resent her for being alive in your place.

Mornings were practically a set-in stone ritual, now. Obi-Wan would wake up before you and admire of you what he was able to before he had to leave the bed. You would always stir awake slowly after that, talking with with while he got ready, then dragging yourself up to make him a kettle of tea before he was finished. Every day, without fail, he would meet you in the kitchenette of the apartment, wrap his arms tightly around you, and tell you how much he loved you. You would always blush, as if you'd never heard it before, and stutter your way through a reciprocated response. He'd kiss your shoulder and take the cup you offered to him promptly before you'd settle everything back the way it was.

He would leave, and you would go back to bed for a few hours, knowing he'd be back to wake you in time for training. It was a quite mundane cycle, but it was comfortable, and steady. It couldn't last forever, eventually a new long-term assignment would arise, and you'd both be on a ship somewhere, ready to fight the battles of the republic at will. You of course questioned the ideals of the republic from time to time, knowing there had to be better solutions than what they had suggested. It was in your nature as a consular to try and avoid violence, but even Master Yoda, the greatest living consular in this age, had come to know the sting of the war.

You sensed that today was the day things would change, although your morning began the same as all others, the air was different, something lingered. You had a hard time going back to sleep after Obi-Wan left for the early council meeting, and doubted you'd catch any before training. It was so cold and dim in the rooms that were your home, but only when he was gone. He filled the space with warmth and light, and his ever-sweet presence brought about a calming eb and flow of peace. It wasn't like that, now, and your anxiety over what was to come that day built up slowly in your silence, and you'd only hoped that perhaps something, anything, would interrupt you.

You heard a large explosion sound and raced to the bedroom window to see what it was, but everything in the area looked fine. There was no smoke, no fire of any kind. You figured you were either so tightly wound that you were imagining things, or that a ship had probably taken off with a bumpy start, perhaps the engines backfired, and it took the ship a moment to recuperate. You didn't know what it could have possibly been, but you were sure it hadn't been your imagination when you heard the temple's alert system begin to go off. The loud sirens echoed through the halls, warning people to evacuate the perimeter. Something was horribly wrong...

You grabbed your saber from the nightstand and hooked it onto your belt before booking it into the hallway to see if anyone knew what was going on. You perhaps had been running faster than you expected, because you collided with someone when rounding a corner.

"Mak," you figured he was probably looking for you, he was never usually on this level or in this sector unless it pertained to you. "What's going on, why are the alarms going off?"

He looked you up and down, seemingly relieved when he found that you were okay, even though he knew the trouble was elsewhere, he'd still been concerned. He shook his head, trying to process what you'd asked him so he could answer you properly.

"There's been a bombing on the temple."

Practically everyone you knew was sitting outside the council chamber, waiting for them to adjourn and give answers, if they had any to begin with. The bombing cost the lives of two Jedi, along with an outside worker in whom served the Order for many years.

You couldn't help but feel like this was a deliberate attack, your senses could predict a riff in the force, a great falling out. You were sitting, stewing in these thoughts and unable to think about anything else. It was apparently very evident on your face, and in the constant tapping of your fingers against your knee. The quiet didn't help, the fact that no one spoke about it made you believe that perhaps you weren't the only one completely in the dark about all this. You wondered if the council even knew anything at all, or if they were simply stalling within the chamber because they weren't sure what to tell everyone.

Surely, new assignments would be placed immediately, to distract the other Jedi while a few specific ones took on the investigation. You knew you'd be on the team of investigation, because usually whenever the council needed someone trustworthy, they appointed Obi-Wan and Anakin, which wordlessly included you and Ahsoka by default.

You were not quite sure you wanted to investigate something like this. The republic sending you on endless missions for their cause, inevitably ending up in certain casualties and losses was something you'd been made to grow accustomed to... but this was so much more personal. This was your home, the only place you'd ever known that you could find peace and solace in.

You hadn't realized that your hand was still fidgeting until you felt another hand come down on yours. It wasn't forceful, or harsh, but rather an attempt to soothe your nerves. It helped to an extent, and you looked up beside you with a thin lipped smile to thank Mak for trying to be here for you. You'd much rather have someone else's hand to hold, but he was stuck behind the doors of that damn council room, and right now, no one was being let in, or out.

You didn't stop Mak when he lifted your hand up and began holding it with his own. To be fairly truthful, you didn't care that he was, it didn't really mean anything to you, so you neglected to see that there was anything wrong with his comforting gesture. You didn't dwell too much on it anyway, you just kept staring ahead, mind ablaze with what might possibly be going on in there.

It was about another half hour when you heard yelling from within the room. Everyone heard it, and thought that perhaps they had finally come to an agreement on what to do, and what to tell everyone. Though the fires had been put out, and the area had been excavated and blocked off from outside entry, the entire plot of this bombing on the temple had yet to unfold, and there were so many loose ends to tie.

Even though you all had been hopeful that perhaps the yelling from within the chamber was a sign of this horrible anticipation coming to and end, it kept on, and on, and on... there seemed to be no end in sight, and although you had to ability to busy yourself with literally anything else like most of the Jedi had done, there were still a large group of you who couldn't bear not being here when the news broke and everyone came out of the council room.

Anakin and Ahsoka had appeared on the scene not long after the loud exchange was heard, and you stood up quickly, abruptly startling Mak where he sat beside you. Mothing stood in the way of you meeting up face to face with your former fellow Padawan, and once you stood before him and his own apprentice, you felt you had all too much to say, and so little time to explain.

"You guys are back," you knew they had been on a mission earlier that day, but now they were here, so they had obviously been given a small run down from someone here. "You heard what happened?"

"Yes, Master Yoda sent for us to return. We don't know everything, just that the bombing took place," he and Ahsoka looked curious for answers, but there was rather no way you could possibly give them any, not until that stupid door was opened.

"I'd like to tell you, but you know as much as the rest of us," you admitted, nodding to everyone in the room who patiently kept on their wait for the council. Never before has the council been revered so much, been given so much attention and held so much power. Even if they didn't have all the answers, they had the authority to figure out some on their own, and you only hoped that you would know something as soon as Obi-Wan did.

"Has anyone tried eavesdropping?" Ahsoka suggested, and though it seemed childish, you had to tell her that a few of you in the large group did actually try. It was very un-Jedi-like, but you were all so desperate for information, it did cross your minds.

"They've been too quiet. It got loud a bit earlier, but we couldn't make anything of it, they know we're all out here, they have to."

Anakin found a seat next to Depa Billaba and her Padawan, who were nearly falling asleep by now, their heads rested against the wall. They had been in training when the whole thing took place. The training sector was rather close to the bombed area, you wondered if they had seen they explosion in person through one of the many windows nearby.

"If only there was someone here who could put themselves in the room," he said sarcastically, looking at you as if you were stupid... right now, yes, you were stupid. You needed to think twice before you caught on.

"Wait a second," you mentally smacked yourself in the head, dropping to a sitting position on the floor immediately and readying your meditative posture, hands on your knees, shoulders unhunched and back perfectly straight. Obi-Wan always made known to you the importance of proper posture while meditating, or even just centering yourself for training activities.

"What is she doing?" Mak stood up, coming closer to see what the fuss was about.

"Sh," you said shortly, eyes closed, deep breaths entering and exiting through your nose and mouth. "I need to focus."

"She needs to focus," Ahsoka crossed her arms, repeating your words to the blonde boy for interrupting. He stood back, leaning against the wall and watching as this scene played out.

It was suddenly silent again, and you were able to concentrate, letting your signature move through the walls of the temple, making sure to put up a guard around it as to not alert the council members to your force presence being with them.

You felt the emotions of the council first, taking in each one and trying to decipher it before you even got around to their words. You sensed anger in Mace Windu, not perhaps a bad thing, it was a protective anger, not one of hatred. You sensed sadness in Shaak Ti, she was grieving the loss of the Jedi who were killed in the meaningless act. You sensed annoyance from Master Ki-Adi Mundi, he wanted the meeting to be over. You could relate to him on that term, although on practically nothing else. You sensed other emotions, from the members Allie, Kolar, and even Master Plo Koon, but the one that stood out to you the most, as always, was Obi-Wan. He held great fear in his mind, although you could feel he was shielding it from the other member, he never had a blocker up when it came to you, so you sensed it, and it worried you. Whenever you were afraid, he was the strong one, the stoic and brave Master that told you everything was going to be alright.

You tried to heard their words, but something was keeping you from letting your presence enter fully. You knew after only a moment that it was Obi-Wan, and you mentally let out an exasperated groan. He could feel you, and yet he would not let you enter. You attempted to communicate with him, sending a small thought into his mind that perhaps could get you somewhere.

'What's happening, Obi?'

It was received, that much you could tell, but it took far too long for him to answer, and the response you earned was not worth the attempt.

'Patience, little one' he shot the words back so they would echo only in your mind.

You huffed a sigh, giving up and letting your force guard fall away as you refused to keep trying. Penetrating that room was close to impossible, and honestly had Obi-Wan not been there to defend it, you probably would have been able to hear at least something.

You stood up, raking your hands over your face before spinning around at the sound of the door. Was it finally happening? Was the long-awaited meeting finally adjourned? Everyone was ready to see the news but was only met with the stern face of Mace Windu. He stood, arms crossed, and head tilted, eyes narrowed straight onto one target... You.

"We request the padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi to please grace us with her presence," he said sarcastically. You froze, unsure of what was waiting for you. He kriffing knew...

You walked slowly into the chamber, all eyes being narrowed on your figure as you were finally welcomed into the council room, only now you didn't want to be.

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years ago

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Your Love

Summary: Even death can’t keep you from those you love

Warnings: severe angst, you’re dead, fluff,

Reader: Dead Gender Neutral Jedi Skywalker Reader

Pairings: Obi-Wan x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2,748

A/n: This is a direct sequel to Escape. I highly recommend you read it first.

Masterlist

"Stay very quiet," Jeana whispers to the younglings. She lifts her finger to her lips for emphasis before turning back to the doorway. Her eye peaks through the crack to spy on what's happening on the outside.

She sees a small squadron of Stormtroopers marching around the streets. They're patrolling too close to their ship to get inside unseen. Besides, Jeana could sense someone out there. Someone stronger than a handful of troopers.

"We can't stay here much longer," Talmotta, a Twi'lek, mutters to Jeana. Talmotta had been weeks from becoming a padawan when the Republic fell and the Jedi were slaughtered.

Other than her and him there were half a dozen of younglings ranging from the age of five to eight years old. Their mission is to return them to the homes the Jedi had taken them from. It was you last instruction to Jeana and she didn't want to disappoint you.

However, returning the children back to their homes proved to be difficult but not impossible. Thankfully, Jeana has been able to return nearly all the younglings with the small group huddled behind her being the only few left.

In the beginning, it had been relatively easy. The Empire was still finding it's footing and settling in the galaxy to pay much attention to Jeana and her mission. Now it's been nearly a year since the fall of the Republic and traveling from planet to planet has become more dangerous.

"Remember, my padawan, there is always another way," You voice whispers to Jeana. Your former padawan feels a warm comforting feeling wash over her as if you were standing right beside her. "Focus with the Force. Let it guide you," You instruct.

These are words that you have spoken to her on more than one occasion. While she wanted to believe you were with her she wrote off the voice to old memories resurfacing. Either way, she listened.

Taking a deep breath she tunes into the force. When she refocuses the path is clear. She whispers the plan to Talmotta who nods in agreement.

"Be swift, the opening will not last," You advise. This was too specific for Jeana to write off as a memory.

"Master?" She asks, looking for you. She prayed you were alive. She hoped you had escaped Anakin and Coruscant. She hoped you were somewhere out in the galaxy with Obi-Wan living a happy life. She had known about your romantic feelings for the other Jedi Master and hoped that since the Jedi were no more that you would finally indulge in your own happiness.

"I am always with you," You tell her. "Now move,"

"Let's go," Jeana snaps into action.

Swiftly, the group moved from their hiding spot and slipped into the crowd. Talmotta and Jeana split the group, each taking three younglings. Talmotta made it to the ship with ease but Jeana was not so lucky.

"Identification papers," A trooper demands, stepping in front of Jeana.

"You don't need our papers," Jeana says, using the force to trick his mind. With her focus on the trooper she failed to notice how the area around them was becoming empty. The people were leaving hastily.

"I don't need your papers," The trooper repeats.

"You'll let us go," Jeana continues.

"You're free to go," He steps to the side and Jeana ushers the children toward the ship. As they were stepping up the ramp, Jeana freezes.

"No," She whispers. She slowly turns and at the end of the paddock stands Anakin Skywalker, now known as Darth Vader.

Pure fear strikes through her very core. She knew that he recognized her. How could he not? She had been his sisters padawan. You and her along with him and Ahsoka had gone on many missions together.

She also knew that he knew that she was tasked with getting the children back to their families. Which meant he knows that the ship is filled with force sensitive children. The one thing he wants to destroy.

"Hand over the children and surrender," Vader orders.

"Get on the ship," You tell her. Jeana searches for you subtly but doesn't see you anywhere. "No offense, my padawan, but you're no match for him. He'll cut you down," You say before materializing in front of her. Jeana gasps. "Just as he did me,"

"No," Jeana whispers, tears instantly filling her eyes. "No, master, you can't be," Jeana whimpers, covering her mouth.

"Shh, hold it together just a little longer, my padawan," You say, gently. You step closer to her. "I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well but we don't have time right now. Get on the ship and continue your mission. I'll give you as much time as I can but you have to go,"

"Yes, Master," Jeana nods, forcing herself to remain calm and focused.

"Now go," You encourage. Jeana stares at you for a moment longer before stepping onto the ship. The instant she's off the ramp you use the force to close it to prevent her from taking a second look. You then face your brother.

"Impossible," Vader says, taking out his saber. "You died in the temple,"

"Brother, you have no idea what's possible," You tell him. "You've caused enough death and destruction. I will not allow you to kill these children,"

"How can you stop me?" Vader asks.

"I may have died the last time I faced you but I accomplished my goal. I have stopped you once, do not doubt I can do it again," You warn him. Behind you the ship begins to lift off the ground.

Vader orders a strike on it but every bullet and missile that's scent at the craft is redirected. You keeps your eyes on Vader while using the force to keep the ship safe while also giving it a boost to leave faster.

"Tell me, brother, have you accomplished any of your goals? Or have you just been a constant failure?"

"I have destroyed the Jedi," Vader says and you smirk.

"As long as there's hope and those with the force, the Jedi are never gone," You tell him. "You will spend your life in darkness where nothing will ever be enough. You will have nothing to fight for but power and that will be taken from you soon enough," You say.

"You underestimate the power of the dark side," Vader says.

"And you put far too much trust in your master," You spit. "I pity you, Anakin. You once had love and happiness but now you will live with neither. What an empty life you'll have," You say before disappearing.

***

Jeana shifts in the pilot's seat. The younglings have long since fallen asleep in the back and Talmotta's searching for a midnight snack. In front of her is the blue streaks of hyperspace.

She replays what had happened before take off. You had appeared to her. You had protected them against Vader yet again. While she is relieved to have had your help she can't help but to mourn.

Now she knows that you are truly dead. Before she had hope but now there is none. Now she knows you aren't on some beautiful planet, far away from the galaxy's problems, lounging with Obi-Wan.

"Don't cry for me, please," You whisper, appearing in the co-pilot's seat. Jeana's head snaps towards you,

"Y/n," She whispers. You smile and give her a soft nod. "How is this possible?" She asks.

"It's no easy feat, I'll tell you that," You say, smirking a bit. "But I can direct you to a place where you can learn this. If you wish to continue your Jedi training," You tell her.

"Continue?" She asks, her eyes going distant. "I haven't thought about what happens next," She admits quietly.

"And that's alright," You promise her. "Everything has changed so suddenly. It's ok to not know your next move," She sends you a small shy smile. "As sad as this time has become look at it as a way to become someone new, if you wish," You say. "You can be whoever you want and do whatever you want,"

"There's whispers of a rebellion forming," She tells you. "But my family... They want me to return to them when the mission is over," She says. She sighs heavily and hangs her head. "What would you do?" She asks.

"The majority of my jedi career has been spent fighting for what I believe in. Are the Jedi meant to be soldiers? No but that's what the time called for so that's what we became. Being a fighter is who I always will be,"

"You'd join the rebellion," Jeana says.

"I believe joining them would be inevitable, yes," You nod. "Right away? No," She looks at you. "Jeana, I may act like I have all the answers, but I don't. I pretend to always know what I'm doing but most of the time I'm improvising. Honestly, I would be as lost as you are right now," You tell her truthfully.

"You know, I hoped you had lived," She says. "When I thought of you I imagined you with Obi-Wan. Living a peaceful life with him,"

"You knew about Obi-Wan?" You ask her. She smirks.

"You're as subtle as Anakin and Padme," She says and you laugh a bit.

"Anakin had tried to convince both Obi-Wan and me to forsake the code. He wanted us to be together in secret like him and Padme but that wasn't who we were," You explain to her. "Now, I wish we had. I wish we gave ourselves the moments of affection we craved,"

"I'm sorry you didn't," She says, quietly.

"Me too," You say just as softly. "Jeana, I may be dead but I will always be with you," You tell her.

"Don't leave," She begs softly. "I can't do this without you. I miss you,"

"And I miss you... So much," You say, reaching to caress her cheek. There's a light touch but it's enough for Jeana to feel. "I love you, my padawan. If you wish to continue your studies go to Dagobah. There's you'll find Master Yoda,"

"I don't want another master," She shakes her head, the tears coming back. "I want you,"

"I'm so sorry," You whisper to her. "I wish I could teach you but I can't. Just remember, you don't have to be a Jedi. You can be whoever you want to be. Whatever you choose, just know that I will always love you and I will forever be proud," Jeana smiles through her tears. "I'm right here," You promise, pressing a hand to her heart. You fade quickly bringing a new batch of tears to Jeana's eyes.

"Goodbye," Jeana whispers for the second time.

***

When you reappear you're in a cave. It's damp but cool compared to the desert outside. There's a small bed and a small seating area. Perfect for one isolated man.

In front of you sits, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He sits with his back straight and his eyes closed. He's meditating.

You mimic is position but you don't close your eyes. You don't know how long you'll have the strength to stay in this world. You don't want to look away from him. You don't know when you'll see him again.

"You've always looked handsome but I must say that age treats you well," You whisper softly. His eyes open and for a moment you can tell he doesn't believe you're really there. "Hello, my love," You greet.

"Y/n," He breathes. "So beautiful,"

"Always the charmer," You laugh softly. "I miss you,"

"You have no idea," He says, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you,"

"Shh, sweetheart, shh," You whisper, moving closer to him. You kneel as close as possible and place you hands on his face. "You couldn't have protected me Obi. You were worlds away trying to survive yourself," You tell him. "I'm the one who should be sorry. Sorry I couldn't stay alive, that I couldn't fight harder,"

"Darling, no," Obi-Wan shakes his head. "When I saw you on the ground..."

"I wish it wasn't you," You admit, reluctantly leaning away from him. "I wish it had been anybody else and I'm sorry you have to relive that," You say, knowing that memory haunts him.

"Remember that night when we dreamed of running away together?" He asks. You instantly smile.

Years ago, back when the two of you were knights, you both had a fleeting moment. A moment where you wanted to forsake everything to be together. It ended up being a silly dream. You both knew neither of you would go through with it.

"Thinking of what could have been?" You ask. His eyes look down and he slowly nods. "You'll drive yourself mad, my love," You tell him.

"I'm living in isolation on Tatooine. Going mad is inevitable," He jokes looking back at you.

"You can remember me, sweetheart, but please do not loose yourself in the 'what ifs'," You plead with him. His gaze softens. "Please," You add with a cute and innocent look. He smiles at you.

"Have I ever been able to say no to you?" He asks. You smirk and wink at him. "I love you," Obi-Wan whispers.

"Now you tell me," You laugh sadly. Your fingers lightly brush along his beard. "I love you too," You whisper back. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss on his lips. You know it barely feels like anything which only saddens the both of you but at the same time there's peace in the kiss. "I'll always be with you," You promise fading into nothing.

***

As the years pass you sporadically visit Jeana and Obi-Wan. You never wanted to leave either of them but your energy isn't infinite. Every now and then you haunt your brother. You choose your moments carefully in order to help the rebellion.

It's only after the Emperor dies that you're able to be with both Obi-Wan and Anakin. When Obi-Wan had died you had little energy to materialize and he continued to put his focus's on your nephew, Luke.

But with Palpatine gone, Obi-Wan returned to you. He returned to you how you remembered him when you were alive. He was young with the thick beard you loved so much. The instant you saw him the both of you ran into each other's arms and shared a force shattering kiss.

"I'm never letting you go," Obi-Wan whispers to you.

"Good," You whisper back, nuzzling into his neck. He clings to you with all his might. For the first time in decades you feel complete. "I love you so much," He laugh gleefully and kisses your head.

"And I love you, darling," He whispers back.

When the two of you manage to part, you see Anakin. He had been reuniting with Padme but looked at you when you turned to him. His eyes were filled with so much sorrow and you knew that your brother was truly back.

"I didn't mean to kill you. Honestly, I didn't... I didn't want that," Anakin chokes up a bit.

"I know, Ani, I know," You pull him into a hug. "You were always a trouble child," You joke and he laughs, holding you tightly. "But it's ok now," You promise. "It's all alright. We're all together again,"

Every now and then Obi-Wan would return to the mortal world to aid Luke. The longer you're dead the harder it is to return to real life. You had been gone the longest and it felt nearly impossible to return but you managed to do so. You didn't want to leave completely until you knew that Jeana was alright.

She eventually joined the Rebellion but decided against continuing her jedi training. She gave pointers to Luke when he returned from visiting Yoda but made sure he knew she wasn't a master and she didn't want to go back down that path again. He understood.

She made it through the height of the war before coming across a Mandalorian. After spending some time doing some innocent spying you finally got what you were hoping for. Jeana happy and in love with life again.

You knew her and the Mandalorian would look after each other. You knew she had learned everything you had to teach her. Thus you said goodbye for a final time before giving yourself completely to your love, Obi-Wan.

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moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom · 2 years ago

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Can you just imagine how painful it must be for Vador to utter the word "Senator"...

i did… and then my hand slipped…

note: this kind of assumes Vader didn’t know Obi-Wan was still alive, but I wrote this on a whim and what even is canon anyway.

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It was the breathing that did it.

There were many terrifying factors to Darth Vader’s appearance, but it was the distinct mechanical hiss of his life-giving ventilator that scattered Keshian crew and nobles alike out of his way as he strode inexorably towards the bridge. A child stared in horror up at him from a side door before its mother pulled it away into the room. Metal creaked and bent before him as he pulled the bridge doors apart, stepping through the now-empty space like it was no big feat. The crew of the ship flurried around in a flustered rush, but at the middle one woman stood still, and there was something familiar about her as she turned towards him-

“Okay, what’s Jabba the Hutt’s middle name?” Hardcase grinned as the rest all shrugged. “The!”

Jesse and Fives groaned, but Ahsoka raised an eyebrow as Feli let out a soft laugh. “Where do you get all these jokes?”

“From the Darth Maul,” Hardcase said cheekily. “What do you get when you cross a bounty hunter with a tropical fruit? Mango Fett!” By then, Rex was facedown on the table, covering his ears, and even Padmé seemed to be over it. Feli was the only one who seemed to appreciate the riddles, and seeing her laugh was so different to Anakin than how she usually was, calm, composed and-

It was her.

The steadfast senator of Mochi (that idyllic Outer Rim planet that Padmé had dreamed of retiring to) was the very same woman who stood in front of Vader now. Feli Dashone. One of Padmé’s trusted allies, Hardcase’s one true love, the woman who hadn’t smiled since they’d gotten back from Umbara.

He should say something. ‘Feli’ hurt too much to say, so he went with the better option. Not that it didn’t hurt, just that it hurt less. “Senator,” he rumbled. “Or should I say traitor?”

“Lord Vader.” She was as cool and collected as ever, meeting his emotionless black mask with no trace of the fear that normally dogged his adversaries. “I see you and the Empire’s cronies have decided to… inspect our vessel. There’s no need. We’re on a diplomatic mission to-”

Vader had heard it all before. “You are aiding the Rebellion.”

“I am delivering food to refugees on Alderaan. Surely that is not a Rebel act.”

“It is when you also smuggled weapons, Imperial blueprints, and supplies to insurgents on Lothal on your way there.” He took a step closer; his large build cast a sharp grey shadow over her slight frame, but she did not flinch. “We found the manifest of your ship. Did you think your actions would not be discovered? You cannot hide from the might of the Empire.” He clenched one black-clad fist.

To his surprise, she actually took two steps closer, looking right through his tinted red lenses. “Tell me, Lord Vader. Are you so cold and bitter inside that the suffering of peoples in your jurisdiction matters nothing to you? Don’t you care about the thousands and thousands of beings, couples, families, children, who are dying all over the galaxy?” Her voice had taken on a soft, glowing fury, and she seemed to catch herself, leaning back and straightening her posture. “If the Empire won’t help them, I will. All I am doing is honouring the wishes of an old friend.”

He pretended nothing else she’d said had even reached his ears. “Then you know of other dissenters in the Senate.”

“Now? No. But many years ago, as I’m sure you’re aware, Senator Padmé Amidala passed away.” Padmé. There was a faint tugging in his heart, as if her memory, the mere mention of her name summoned longing of some sort inside him, and he did his best to dredge up all the anger and hate he could to squash it away. “Her last message in a hologram to me was to protect the people.” Among other things, Vader deduced, observing the way she seemed to be purposefully omitting something else that Padmé had said. “Surely you would not stand in the way of friendship. Surely you would not disgrace Padmé’s memory in this way…

“Anakin.”

It was only due to extreme effort that he didn’t jerk violently away from her. How-

“Master Kenobi paid me a visit on Coruscant the day the Republic fell,” she said, eyes glittering with savage satisfaction. “How could you. How could you betray everything you’ve ever known, everything you fought for? The Republic, the 501st, your family. Obi-Wan, the Jedi Order, Hardcase, Padmé.” She took a step closer, and he felt the temperature in the room — or just in his suit, maybe — plummeting as her voice dropped to a sharp whisper.

“Padmé would be ashamed if she saw what you’ve become.”

His fist tightened, something invisible crushing down around him, and as he clenched it closed, she dropped to the floor, motionless. Blinking away the red haze, he gestured to the stormtroopers standing awkwardly at the door. “Take her away.” One of them knelt, then seemed to freeze.

“Um, she’s dead, sir.”

Anakin.

Let her go!

It seems, in your anger, you killed her.

He pushed away the memories as the overhead lights sparked and flickered. “Then dispose of her. And burn this ship to the ground.” As we soon will destroy the Rebellion.

But first, he had one thing to take care of.

Master Kenobi paid me a visit the day the Republic fell.

Obi-Wan was still alive. That meant Vader had one last loose end to tie off.

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yeah so I don’t know how to write Vader but I hope you liked my random little snippet sjdbjdbdjd

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whetstonefires · 4 years ago

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heavier than a mountain, lighter than a feather

[my take on @misskirby's not-prompt about obi-wan beating palpatine to death with an office chair]

Obi-Wan had once touched the cold-burning edge of the Dark Side to give himself the extra edge he needed to cut down the Sith who had cut down his Master. He had fought with rage pushing him, he had fought with all the fear that Qui-Gon lay expiring on the reactor floor, that he might yet win and find himself seconds too late to bring the emergency med-treatment necessary to survive a lightsaber to the chest.

(Not that it had mattered; all he’d gotten from his desperate, hasty win was a few seconds of farewell bereft of comfort, and the burden of Anakin hung around his neck, and oh, he wished his padawan was not a burden. There had been no option but to take him and thus taking him must have been right, but no one should take on a student they did not feel ready for, and he had.)

If he had fought that way this time, he would have lost.

The Sith Master would have done what the apprentice could not, and twisted the Dark Side within him as it rose, and snared him in it, so he could not find his way back to the Light, and used that grip to bear him down with Sidious’ greater power, because the Sith said the Force will free me but it was the way of the Dark to place one will over another by pure force, so even what narrow freedom there was on the dark path was offered to one alone. Even in the best case, he would have been overwhelmed too heavily to fight for more than long enough to finish him.

Perhaps he would not have been killed. Perhaps he would have been kept alive to be used as leverage against Anakin. But assuredly he would not have been able to win.

Obi-wan however had what he would have thought of, if he had allowed himself to think about it, a trick for using his attachments and the desire not to lose them as fuel without reaching into the destabilizing, consuming whirlwind of the Dark Side. It was a dangerous, stupid trick, really, at least the way he used it, although Obi-wan thought of that way as fundamental to being a good Jedi, which would have explained a great deal about him if anyone had known.

The trick was this: it was easy to push yourself to where your limits should have been and beyond using your attachment to a person, without falling into the hungry selfishness of the Dark Side, if you simply did not intend to survive.

When he was thirteen, he had tried to persuade Qui-Gon Jinn, who had not yet been his Master, to use the bomb in his recently fitted slave-collar to blow open a door, killing Obi-wan but allowing him complete the mission, which was not Obi-wan’s mission

It was not difficult to return to that place, that space in himself where serenity came easy because soon there would be nothing left to go wrong or to lose—Anakin had made it difficult, for a long time; Anakin he was obliged to raise and train. Anakin who needed him.

All his obligation to the war and the Council and all the men under his command had not pinned him to himself the way his duty to Anakin had, and—knighting him had been helpful. It had been a relief, to finally cast off that weight. There is no death, there is the Force was much easier to believe of oneself than of those one grieved, and some weeks Obi-wan breathed it in and out with every breath, and there was no fear.

He knew several things, as he entered the Senate through an entrance that was technically, perhaps, a window. One that did not open, at that. That the Chancellor had some kind of failsafe embedded in the GAR’s brains. That the Chancellor was a Sith Lord. That the Chancellor had been using his access to Anakin all these years to hurt his Padawan.

That if he took the time to assemble the rest of the Council and try to stage this as a proper arrest, word would have time to reach Palpatine of Obi-wan having been publicly informed, because Maul was the least subtle sentient Obi-wan had ever had the misfortune of meeting more than once, and that if Palpatine knew the jig was up he would use his fail-safe.

So Obi-wan needed to do this alone.

It was possible, of course, that it wouldn’t be difficult. Sidious was a creature of stealth and insinuation. He spent most hours of his life maintaining a posture of harmlessness. When could he have found the time to do regular lightsaber drills, let alone practice live combat?

But Maul probably feared the man for a reason. So Obi-wan was going to do this as quickly as possible, but he wasn’t going to be hasty.

Spring the trap.

He’d closed himself down in the Force before he got near the Senate building, jumping through the hole he’d sliced into the window with only his physical strength and no Jedi edge, and only when he got near the Chancellor’s office did he reopen his senses just a thread, to make sure there was no one in there meeting with Palpatine whom he needed to keep alive. The Force didn’t slam into him with a warning, which would have to be confirmation enough.

Obi-wan yanked the door open, hurled five primed thermal detonators in the direction of the great ship-like slab of an occupied desk, slammed the ornate portal shut again, and threw himself to the ground at the foot of the wall, as far away as he could get, head tucked under his arms. He was fairly sure he’d seen Mas Amedda in there, standing beside the desk as the Chancellor in his thronelike chair raised his head with a gratifyingly startled look on his face.

Pity. The Vice-Chancellor could probably have explained so much of what had been going on behind the scenes, all this time.

The blast left the office door half-shattered, belching smoke, but Obi-wan escaped with just one splinter, not terribly large, in the back of one calf. His robes and boots had absorbed the rest of the shrapnel that had made it that far. He tugged it out as he got up—no time to do anything more, it wasn’t bleeding much. He drew a deep breath of half-clean corridor air and dashed into the opaque ruin that had been the Chancellor’s office, senses fully unfurled now that the time for stealth was over. Though in the interest of not being an irresistible target, he did not ignite his lightsaber just yet.

The Force guided him through the smoke, and he brought his sword to light even as he swung it through the murk.

It stopped, humming, against a bar of red light that hissed into being at the last instant, and that felt equally inevitable.

“You.” Sheev Palpatine’s face looked like a Sith Lord’s now, twisted with hate and lit red from below. And, gratifyingly, somewhat scorched. His hair had sizzled from the heat, and his left arm seemed to have something at least mildly wrong with it. Obi-wan hoped the explosions had affected at least one of his legs, as well, since his own maneuverability was cut by the shard of door to the calf.

“Me indeed, Chancellor,” he said, taking advantage of his two-handed grip to bear down against the block with extra force. Palpatine bore up admirably, but as his snarl tightened it was clear that it was not without cost. “Or should I say, Lord Sidious?”

The smoke was starting to thin, leaking away out of the shattered room. Sidious was still behind his ruined desk with its weakly sparking console, which seemed to have taken much of the impact for him—he was standing, anyway, sadly. Mas Amedda’s corpse, on the far end of the desk from the one Obi-wan had circumnavigated, was one of the things that was still smoking. Most of the brocade and other decorative fabric in the room must have been thoroughly treated with fire-retardant, but he had not been.

“I thought you might have learned my true name,” Palpatine said, far too complacently for someone whose long deception had been uncovered and who was staving off death one-handed. “But what brought you racing here in such haste?”

“Well, you see, they used to call me Sith-killer because of Maul, and since that’s been proven regrettably in error, I thought I had better—” Sidious tried to fling him back against the opposite wall with a sharp jerk of his wounded hand, and Obi-wan had to push back with the whole of his will and stance to slide back only a few feet.

This had freed their lightsabers, though, and Sidious chopped low with a terrible speed. Obi-wan leapt clear, knowing the blood soaking into the pale fabric of his pants was betraying the weakness in his leg—Anakin had had a point, he admitted grudgingly, about black hiding all kinds of stains.

For better and for worse.

He tried to catch Sidious with an overhead slash while he was up, to keep that red lightsaber busy for the most part, and when it was intercepted used the force of that impact to somersault back in a momentary return to his master’s old Ataru style—not too far, though, at all costs he must prevent the Sith Master’s escape.

Sidious wouldn’t need to get far, just to a room with a working holo transmitter, to destroy everything.

He flung himself back in.

Palpatine sidestepped his next attack, parried another, stepped back with the third. His single arm was telling against him, and while he was regrettably fast his movements were stiff enough that he had clearly taken at least one other hurt. Probably somewhere in the right hip. Obi-wan stayed on the offensive—it was how he’d beaten Maul, after all, though he was at pains to avoid overreaching to the point of recreating Anakin’s loss to Dooku.

His attacks did more damage to the sparking desk, bisected the thronelike monstrosity of a chair, which turned out under all the gilt, padding, and chromium to be mostly of durasteel, got close enough to put additional charred rents in Palpatine’s ornate sleeves. Nearly a minute had passed since he threw those detonators, and Sidious was still alive. Too long.

“Really,” said the politician, dropping his stance to one that would allow him to parry more from the shoulder, his first hint of fatigue. His style was not quite Makashi even as he adapted to the one-handed approach that was clearly not his preference, but there were some notes to it that rang so strongly of Dooku they could come from nowhere else. “What do you hope to achieve?”

“You won’t have Anakin,” Obi-wan said, the plot that had been in retrospect laid so horribly bare with just a few sentences from Maul, supported by a few more from some of their most trusted troopers, put together with a hundred hints and oddities and he should have guessed on his own.

Sidious grinned, the amiable wrinkles of his face lying deeper and more correct, somehow, in this attitude of wild, infinite gloating. “Possessiveness, Master Jedi?”

“No,” said Obi-wan, and it was true because he had given Anakin up, given everything up before he came here. He was holding onto nothing, he was an object in free-fall but not falling, because he was at exactly the right place and momentum at the outer edge of a gravity well that would let him remain at a constant height.

Orbits degraded, given time, if not carefully maintained. And if they were disrupted sharply enough it meant a violent, flaming spiral down into explosive doom, or sometimes out into the fathomless dark. This was not a true, secure serenity like a Jedi should strive for. But it would serve. For today, it would serve.

He fell on Sidious again in a flurry of blows, pushing his physical advantage, but although the Chancellor was clearly straining to keep up this defense, his stamina continued to fail to run out or even noticeably decline, as though he had learned to subsist on some constant well of the Force alone.

Probably he had, because it was welling up out of him, filling the room, an endless pit of the Dark that had lain concealed like a trap under pinned canvas and scattered leaves all this time. He was drawing heavily upon the Dark Side now and that wasn’t precisely goodbut it was promising.

He was beginning to develop something that was not quite optimism or confidence but approached both by the time the progress of the humming, crashing process of the duel took them past the far end of the desk, back into sight of what had been Mas Amedda. Palpatine angled his next fractional retreat toward the corps, away from the cracked and blackened windows, avoiding the treacherous footing of a shattered vase that had probably been a valuable antique.

Obi-wan tried to take advantage of the change in angle in the next rapid, whirring clash of lightsabers.

Unlike every other time they had crossed blades this duel, Sidious simply—shut his off in the moment before contact.

Obi-wan had committed a little too much of his weight to the blow to abort it entirely. Sidious ducked away from the remainder with a sinuous grace even as he activated his weapon again, now on the inside of Obi-wan’s guard—trakata, executed with terrible excellence.

The need for the dodge was the trakata maneuver’s great weakness, and gave Obi-wan time to avoid the worst of the stroke, but even still the red lightsaber clipped him across the wrist—not a clean sweep slicing off the hand entire, but a glancing blow, that seared through the skin and flesh and took a significant bite out of the ulna.

Obi-wan didn’t try to repress his strangled scream, and Sidious leaned into it in the Force, pressing at the pain, stoking it and encouraging it to drag him down into the Dark, where he would be the Sith Master’s plaything. He was smirking now, more deeply and honestly than ever, a laugh rising into his mouth, for if Master Kenobi had had a slight edge in their fight with two hands to one, with the Jedi’s primary weapon-hand incapacitated, the Sith would surely dominate.

In that moment, Obi-wan moved to rebalance the odds. His blue lightsaber chopped down—not onto Sidious’ flesh, which it was clear he guarded with the preternatural awareness of a being whose own self was as valuable as all the Galaxy else, but to sheer through the emitter end of the crimson lightsaber.

It spat and burst but, unfortunately, tragically failed to explode.

As Sidious raised his eyes from the ruined weapon looking like he might explode in its place out of pure outrage, Obi-wan brought his sword back up to go for the decapitating blow now that the Sith had no weapon to block with, but in that moment Sidious’ burnt and broken hand jabbed up, and shot a gout of lightning into his face.

His back arced so violently it threw him off his feet, and it was all Obi-wan could do to keep hold of his lightsaber in his good hand and deactivate it as he went down, to avoid doing himself a worse injury than Sidious had yet managed. The lightning followed him down, scouring its way from just beside his left eye down every nerve ending he had in a screaming, jerking chorus of pain.

The deep lightsaber burn on his right wrist somehow hurt more now than it had to receive, but the force of his constant convulsions kept him from screaming again.

Then it stopped. He had no idea how long it had been, and wondered if Palpatine had become too fatigued to keep up the electrocution. There had to be a limit to how long he could maintain that kind of power output. His chest was heaving, trying with animal need to make up for lost oxygen. Smoke and the scent of dead Chagrian weighed down his sensory world, since his eyes declined to open and most of his body would only say pain.

The whisper of expensive Senate slippers crunched toward him over the rubble of the ruined office with a surefootedness that no one would have expected of the elderly Chancellor. At least he was still here; Obi-wan had angered him enough to bother sticking around to kill him rather than running off to activate the troops.

Or maybe he was confident he could spin this whole event to his benefit—Obi-wan had destroyed the security cameras that would have recorded his Sith activities, after all. Maybe he would say Master Kenobi had been tragically killed defending him from the dreadful Sith Lord. Maybe he would ask Anakin to become his constant protector in Obi-wan’s memory. Anakin would do it.

He was struggling to turn his lightsaber back on and raise it, though getting it between him and the next round of lightning seemed unlikely when he was exposed in a supine position, when Palpatine kicked it. Kicked his hand, actually, so hard at least one bone cracked and the lightsaber went flying.

This weapon is your life.

“Should I summon it back and use it to kill you?” Palpatine murmured, with a deadly, vicious good humor that suggested he knew very well Obi-wan had no backup coming, that the only interruption they could expect would be Commander Fox and his men in red, here to protect the Chancellor. “Or should I step on your throat until you breathe your last? Or should I keep you alive and put you on trial, and drag the name of the Jedi in the mud through you, so that when your Order falls it will be your name that the Galaxy uses to call the killing just?”

Horror twisted in Obi-wan’s chest and Palpatine chuckled, a whispering foul sound that still resembled his polite politician’s laughter. “Yes, very good. I’ll make young Skywalker believe you tried to kill me out of pride and greed and because you despised him, until he curses your memory. Everything that happens now will be your doing.”

The rage and the fear that he had left behind when he entered were flaming up now in Obi-wan, the orbit deteriorating, the gravitational pull of abandoning them and letting the Order down and ruining everything and too little, too proud, the same hopeless arrogant padawan and of that terrible, world-tearing no dragging him down to shatter in fire against them, like he had on Naboo all those years ago but so much more utterly and irrevocably and--this wasn’t all him.

He sucked in his breath, shaking through teeth still clenched too convulsively tight to pull apart for a witty retort to all that poison, and melted away inside himself.

Over him, Sidious frowned, feeling the Jedi escape his grip in the Force. “Are you dying already, Master Kenobi?”

He thought Sidious had mentioned summoning his lightsaber through the Force to encourage him to try it. It wouldn’t be impossible. He knew the feel of it in the Force like he did few other things in the Galaxy; he didn’t need sight to reach for it.

But it was too small, and too far away, and his senses were too scorched and blasted by that awful lightning. Long before his weapon could make it to his hand, Sidious could kill him, even with no working lightsaber of his own. He couldn’t win that way, or even (that far lesser goal) live.

Instead, Obi-wan grabbed for the closest large object he knew to look for that wasn’t a corpse: the sliced-loose upper half of that baroque monstrosity of a desk-chair, conveniently bulky and only a few long steps away, just behind the desk he’d fallen from behind.

It came, and in coming swept Palpatine’s legs from under him, knocking him not quite sprawling, and then the curve of it had smacked into Obi-wan’s outstretched left palm, jolting the broken bone which did not matter in the slightest, and he rolled up onto his knees, graceless but fast, the slab of steel and leather still moving with the momentum that had dragged it to him, and clobbered the sitting-up Sith Lord across the face with it.

One of Obi-wan’s many faults was his tendency to take a vicious glee in striking low his enemies, but he did not think he had ever taken quite the joy from any beautifully executed maneuver that he did from watching Palpatine knocked to the floor by a slab of office chair. Obi-wan lunged after him, not bothering with niceties like getting to his feet, and brought the chair-slab down on his face again, this time with the strength of both arms—his right hand was mostly numb but for hurting, only the thumb and forefinger would move at all, and it was very weak, but none of that interfered with placing his whole forearm against the upholstery and slamming the searing-hot, bare metal inner side down.

There was a crunch, probably nose, and then instead of diminishing the awful seething presence of the Dark Side rose like a hurricane, and Obi-wan felt his throat close as from a powerful phantom hand, cutting off all breathing.

This caused him not an instant’s hesitation, because he had come here fully intending to die.

He raised the sheered-off slice of chair, adjusted the angle so the sharp edge where he’d cut the durasteel was pointing down, and aimed for the throat.

The ensuing explosion threw him after his lightsaber, and he knew nothing after hitting the wall.

#star wars #my writing #obi wan kenobi #fanfic #darth sidious #blows up on dying #it's canon #i feel like this wasn't #quite the intended timeline #but anyway here we are #chairdeath au #i gotta logic things #hoc est meum #i love a fight scene #i wanted to make this one more acrobatic than it is #but logistics intervened

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tommysparker · 3 years ago

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Never Forget You [Chapter 1]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: here’s the first official chapter! thank you so much for the support this series as already gotten. chapters will be posted every Saturday! enjoy :)

Warnings: angst. fluffy flashbacks. this isn’t even the worst of it mwhaha. paragraphed italics = flashback

[10 YEARS LATER]

The sky was as blue as his eyes. Not as dark and cloudy, but gave the same feeling of hope, peacefulness, and comfort. You could picture them vividly in your mind, even the small crinkle at the edges and the kindness they held, a warmness that matched your current aurora.

The two of you sat in the gardens for what felt like hours, deep in meditation. Your force signatures quickly became entangled with one another, your bond radiating around you, creating almost a shield bubble between the rest of the world and the two who sat inside.

Obi-Wan was the first to open his eyes, having never been one to sit still for long periods of time. He’s improved since he was a youngling, but still had a long way to go.

You, on the other hand, looked completely invested in your meditation. Your face was relaxed, although every now and then your eyebrows would furrow as you tried to maintain concentration. It was hard when a certain other was very distracting, even if he wasn’t aware of it.

“I can feel you staring,” you said, eyes still closed. Obi-Wan was thankful for that fact because it means you wouldn’t see him blush in embarrassment from getting caught.

“I can feel you blushing, too.” This time, you opened your eyes and smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t last long.” Anytime the two of you tried to meditate together, it would always end with Obi-Wan getting bored and asking to duel instead.

He quickly hid his face, pulling the hood of his robe over his head. “I’m not blushing, that’s childish.”

You giggled, leaning forward to lift the front of his hood. “Obi-Wan, you are the most childish person I know.”

The young man was about to protest before you hushed, eyes already closed once more as you returned to your deep state of awareness.

You opened your eyes and sighed, long and deep.

Standing up from the cold floor of your room, you looked out the window and gazed at the cloudy sky of Gyfill. The air felt chilly from the lack of life-forms in the area. After your first week on the planet, you decided it was a safer idea to seek shelter away from town. Considering your mission was to spy on the local Separatist groups, keeping a low profile was essential.

Today was different, however. The same cold and dull atmosphere were present, but the future is what held the divergent. For today, was the day you were finally to return home.

Home. The word itself felt familiar but distant. As a Jedi, you trained to hold little sentimental value. Attachments were forbidden, a path to the dark side. They provoked fear. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

Once your bag of belongings was packed, you made your way to the marked location someone from the Jedi council sent earlier that morning. Mentally, you were not prepared to see everyone again. After being isolated for years and having limited contact with any life form outside of business, the many faces from your time at the Temple became slightly blurry. Except for his.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was on his way to the Archives when he bumped into Ahsoka Tano.

“Oh, Master Kenobi! Perfect, I was about to go look for you.”

“Ahsoka,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”

“Who’s Y/n Y/l/n?”

Obi-Wan froze. The sound of that name echoed in his mind, paired with memories that he had locked away in the back of his mind. “Well...that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” was all he could manage to say, still trying to process all the past recollections that suddenly surfaced.

“So, you know them?”

“Uh, yes I suppose so. We were...close as younglings and trained together as Padawans. They were...the most skilled Jedi I ever had the pleasure of knowing, almost as good as Master Yoda.”

“If they’re so great, how come I never heard of them before?” Ahsoka tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, resting a hand on her hip in classic ‘Ashoka manner’,

“They were sent away on an important mission years ago as far as I know. Er, why do you ask? And how did you come to know of that name?”

“Oh right. Anakin said the Chancellor told him that Master Y/l/n was returning today. He told me to ask you about it.”

Once again, Obi-Wan’s world paused.

He stood across from you, trying to maintain a neutral expression as he watched you load your bags onto the ship. However, you knew him better than that.

You walked up to the young boy and he took in your appearance. Gone was the braid that draped over your shoulder. Gone were the long robes you liked to hide in, in their place was a heavy jacket that looked like it was built to keep out the cold. Perhaps you were going to Hoth?

“Obi, you know I can’t tell you where I’m going. Master Windu was strict about his instructions,” You sighed, sensing your friend trying to deduce as much as he could. Your Master was very clear when he told you how classified the mission was. No one can know, especially Obi-Wan.

“Can you at least say how long you’ll be gone?” He practically begged, wanting something, anything he could get to keep his hope alive. Hope that you'll return soon. Hope that you weren’t truly leaving him.

You looked away, staring at the towers and passing hover-vehicles that littered the planet you’ve grown up on. “I don’t know.”

Everything had happened so suddenly. You were called into the council room that day to hear the news every Padawan dreams of. When Master Windu said you were ready for the trials, the first thing you went to do was tell Obi-Wan. The two of you celebrated that night in the gardens, a moment you would treasure for the rest of your life. Soon after you gained the title of Jedi Knight, you were once again called into the Jedi Council room to be debriefed on your first mission as a proper Jedi. You didn’t want to mess this up. You couldn’t.

Obi-Wan resists the urge to pull you into a hug and never let you go, instead opting to hold your shoulders and give you his signature charming smile. “Be safe, darling.”

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. You held his wrist, bringing his knuckles to your lips and pressed a hesitant kiss to them before pushing them to his side. “May the force be with you.”

There was no pet name at the end, no ‘my friend’ or even his own name. It was a sentence that was meant to bring comfort, but the way you phrased it, the edge in your voice, made Obi-Wan feel everything but comforted.

He didn’t get the luxury of responding, for all he did was blink and suddenly you were on the ship, taking off into the clear blue sky.

You gazed at the clouds passing by as the ship flew into Coruscant’s atmosphere. The bright light and sunny day was a harsh change from the grey sky that fell over Gyfill. The energy emitting off of all the life-forms gave you a headache. You felt the Force all around you, swirling in the air and penetrating your soul. It was like a breath of fresh air after drowning for over a decade.

You flinched at the light as the door opened, suddenly feeling like a hermit crawling out of its shell. Slowly walking out of the ship, you pulled the cloak hood over your head, inhaling the strange but familiar scent of the Jedi Temple. You were still wearing your Gyfill civilian attire, the wool fabric made the Coruscant heat much more intense causing a few beads of sweat to form on your forehead. Or was it just the nerves of seeing all the people you left behind?

Master Windu stood at the end of the drop door, a smile on his face at the sight of his former Padawan. It was an occasion that called for a little joy, a moment to celebrate outside the war that raged through the galaxy.

You descended down the ramp, taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of another force sensitive. “Master Windu”. You bowed your head and he did the same to you.

“Master Y/l/n, it’s great to see you in person rather than as a hologram.”

You both chuckled lightly. “The feeling is mutual, Master. It’s...it’s good to be back.” Your eyes wandered over the people that roamed about. Jedi Masters walked with their Padawans at their side. Distant memories resonated within you. Some time ago that was once you and your Master, the man who stands before you know who has grown significantly older. Then again, so have I, you thought to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren’t the only one registering your growth. Obi-Wan stood behind a pillar, glancing over the hanger in search of a familiar face. He was aware it would not be the same face he knew as a young boy, but he certainly was not prepared for what he saw.

You look older, which was the obvious and expected observation. He noted how you wrapped yourself in your cloak, similar to how you would in your youth. You stood tall in front of Master Windu, another trait you had kept since your days as a Padawan. He remembered how you would always act mature in the presence of Masters, something he never really understood until becoming a Jedi Knight. The need for approval by the superiors was a constant.

It wasn’t just your appearance that had changed either. He could feel it in the Force. There was a shift in it when you had landed that made an excited yet nervous chill run down his spine. You were stronger and held more control in your signature.

Before, he remembers being able to feel it from across the Temple. Now, it was barely there. He remembers feeling your bond drift farther as he watched you leave, and how it had dimmed over the years you were gone. He remembers the pain that tortured him every night as he laid awake in bed, trying to reach out across the stars but only being met with the vast emptiness of space. There was something in him that broke the first time he slept without having a tendril of your force signature connected with his. He felt cold, resorting to sleeping in his Master’s quarters in an attempt to ease the loneliness.

Overall, it would appear that nothing about you had changed, and yet it seemed everything was different. Almost everything.

His eyes were just as blue as the last time you saw them. They looked tired, haunted by the ongoing war but still filled with determination. Classic Obi-Wan.

You quickly broke eye contact the moment it was made, but that one second was more than enough for Obi-Wan to get lost in the familiar colour. His favourite colour in fact, not that he would ever admit you had any part in the decision.

“Master Obi-Wan?”

He jumped at the sound of a voice and suddenly became aware of the presence right next to him, that presence belonging to none other than Master Yoda.

“Master Yoda! I er I was just...uh...looking...for Anakin! Yes, uh have you seen him around by any chance?” Obi-Wan quickly tried to cover his stutter, feeling embarrassed about getting caught gazing from afar. Not that Master Yoda would know he was looking at you...right?

“I see,” the little green creature smirked in amusement. “Whatever it is, wait it can. Council meeting about to begin there is.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his eyes. Typically he was able to keep a good track of the meetings, but this was news to him. “What’s it about?”

“Master Y/l/n.”

“Hmm?” You hummed absentmindedly.

“Are you listening?” Master Windu raised an eyebrow.

“Oh uh, my apologies Master. I’m just...readjusting.” You tried to focus your attention on what Master Windu was saying, but the recognition of his presence made it difficult. For years, you tried to forget about him. You ignored the empty feeling in your stomach at night, the thoughts and memories that plagued your dreams. After some time, they eventually began to fade but never forgotten. It was for the best.

Master Windu crossed his arms. “There will be plenty of time for that after your debrief of the mission. Master Yoda and the rest of the council await.”

Oh, Force, not the council.

You would never dare to admit or even show it, but the council and being in the council room had always intimidated you. How could it not? You had to stand in the center of all the best Jedi of that era while they stare at you, judging you, sitting high and mighty in those stupid chairs.

“This way, my old Padawan.”

You followed Master Windu through the large halls of the Jedi Temple. You masked the nervousness that was no doubt radiating from your force signature. A multitude of thoughts ran through your mind, good and bad. Worst case scenario, you had done something so wrong that you were about to be kicked out of the Jedi Order. Nothing came to mind when you tried to think of any offence you had committed in the recent weeks since you earned the title of Jedi Knight.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the large council room doors opening, the creaking of the hinges made you cringe slightly.

The room was ominously lit, the only light source being the setting sun shining through the glass windowed walls. Master Yoda sat in his seat. All the other chairs were empty.

Master Windu took his seat as you stood before the two of them. He could see the questions rise from your confused facial expression. “Everything we discuss in this room stays between us, young Jedi.”

You nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm yourself. “Master Windu, Master Yoda. What is this about? Have I done something wrong?”

The two men looked at each other and shared an unreadable expression before turning back to you. Master Yoda was the first to speak. “Sending you on a mission we are. To Gyfill you will go.”

Whatever anxieties that you held before were washed away with this information. You contain your excitement, but the sudden mood shift was still noticeable. “Who am I going with? When do we leave? What’s the mission for?” It was rare that a Jedi would be sent on a mission alone, typically you were partnered up for safety measures. Obi-Wan’s face flashed in your mind, and although it was unlikely, a small part of you hoped he would be going with you.

“This mission only requires one Jedi. There’s a Separaist organization on the planet and we’re sending you to gain intel and report back to us. No one outside of this room can be aware of this information. You leave within the week. Understood?”

You frowned, “Forgive me Master, but why can’t anyone know?” The idea of having to leave your home seemingly without a trace made you iffy. Obi-Wan once again appeared in your mind.

Master Windu and Yoda exchanged a look before Windu responded almost hesitantly. “We have reason to believe someone in the Order is a traitor, and the number of people who are trustworthy is very limited.”

“You mean someone has betrayed us?” You asked in shock. How could anyone do such a thing? And a Jedi nonetheless.

“Time to answer your questions, there will be, young one. Prepare for your first mission now, you must.” Master Yoda said. “Prepare to say goodbye you should.”

It was as IF he could read your mind, which he probably could. You dreaded the idea of saying goodbye, especially when it was clear that there was no guarantee of your return date. How would you explain to your friends that you won’t be around anymore? What will Obi-Wan think?

“That is another subject that needs to be discussed.”

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Uncle Ben and Little Luke

AKA we combine several types of time travel for maximum Soft Chaos, let’s go

EDIT NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS UP: jfc this ended up much angstier than initially intended uhhhhhhhhhh sorry

So a common enough thing I’ve seen in time travel fics is characters getting de-aged when tossed back physically, to neither the age they should be in that time, nor the age they were from the time they left, but whatever is most convenient. This is usually de-aging OT Obi-Wan into his TCW self, for reasons relating to, chiefly, removing the damage of Tatooine absolutely destroying his body alongside PTSD-driven alcoholism, but also because fic writers are horny, and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit.

So, here’s how it plays out:

We take Luke and Ben from some point in the OT. There are a variety of options depending on how angsty we want it to be. My first instinct is ‘right after Owen and Beru die’ but I want to have that sweet angst where Luke knows that his dad is Vader and that Obi-Wan was trying to convince him to kill his own father without telling him that.

We’ll go with shortly after Bespin, and then they end up significantly before TPM. The Obi-Wan of the timeline proper is, eh, let’s say eighteen. Not really ready to be a knight, but old enough that we don’t have to worry about “if we go save Shmi, do we somehow wipe out Anakin?” which is absolutely a worry. Anakin is a toddler, and is in no place to be evil, on account of being literally two years old. He can’t even explode people with his brain yet.

Now, Ben finds himself mid-thirties, as is traditional. He’s not upset at this, because his joints hurt so much less than they used to! His knees aren’t exactly teenage-perfect, but by the Force are they better than they were in the years before he died! His hair has color! He doesn’t have arthritis! And, goodness, no physical withdrawal symptoms! The psychological aspect is still there, but nonetheless, he’s in much better shape than he last remembers being.

Luke looks like he’s about six. He was recently twenty-two. This is not an upgrade. Ben keeps having to carry him. He can’t see over the counter when they enter a bar for information. He can’t enter the bar in the first place. He’s very annoyed by all of this.

Ben is not annoyed. Ben is having a lot of emotions, actually, but annoyance isn’t one of them. He didn’t get to help raise Luke the way he might have if Anakin hadn’t lost his shit, okay, he sees a small Luke and he wants to hug him and cry.

Luke would like to be able to purchase a speeder part without the lady at the stall asking him if he needs his “dad’s” permission.

Once they figure out when and where they are, they need to decide where and how to leave. There are general shenanigans to gamble their way into enough money to hire a ship. They are in the ass end of nowhere, but definitely not Tatooine. There appears to be a jungle. There appears to be a significant variety of man-eating creatures. There appears to be a temple to the Force of questionable origin. None of this is actually helpful, except for the moment they find a “baby’s first lightsaber” in the temple.

Luke only has one hand and, being a six-year-old, his body is growing too fast for him to bother with getting a wired-in prosthesis the way he could as an adult. He can get a more basic prosthesis, but nothing that attaches to the neurons. He’ll outgrow it too fast.

He’s tiny and he’s not used to doing things with just one hand. He uses the Force to do what one hand can't, and every time someone tries to tell him he's misusing the Force he whaps them with the empty sleeve.

So, you know, they find out what year it is. Ben has a breakdown. Luke is upset that he left behind his friends. Ben admits to him that Leia was his twin. Luke stares in horror because dude, she kissed him, you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier???

Ben points out that Beru and Owen were keeping Luke away from him for nineteen years, and then they had about three days of awkward travel to find Leia in the first place, and then Ben died. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to figure out how to tell him.

(This sparks an argument that lasts several days. All onlookers assume that Ben’s son is throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t correct them, even though this is a very valid reason to be upset, because the truth is much harder to explain.)

Sooooo they travel. Mostly, Ben plays Sabacc, cleans house, and pays their way towards Coruscant. Luke still really wants to learn to be a Proper Jedi, even though Ben is pretty sure that Luke would have... a lot of difference of opinion with the Temple, but sure. Coruscant. They can at least stop by, and see Qui-Gon, and Mace, and Quinlan, and Bant, and everyone else that’s still alive and not tragically deceased in the horror following the start of the Clone Wars and then the birth of the Empire, and Ben can have a nice sob over all his dead friends being alive again.

Ben is only barely holding it together while Luke is in the room with him at any given point. But it’s fine! It’s fine. He’s fine. All of his loved ones have come back to life! It’s great! HE’S FINE.

He is not fine.

Luke is also grieving all the people who haven’t been born yet, but he’s... significantly more okay than Ben is.

The closer they get to the Core, the more often people just assume Ben is Luke’s father, and then look shocked and uncomfortable when Luke flatly calls him by his name, and they just... compromise. This is the point at which Luke starts calling him “Uncle Ben.”

Ben cries in his bunk later that night. Luke overhears it and wonders how the HELL Ben is more unstable now, when there’s a chance to fix things and no Vader or Empire trying to kill or capture both of them, and all his friends are alive.

(Luke will later learn a lot about PTSD and realize this is actually a fairly normal situation, to process significant events and emotions only after gaining safety or catharsis.)

(Twenty years on a ball of sand with an alcohol addiction and debilitating fear of the man you raised as your own brother is not, in fact, safe or cathartic.)

At any rate, they’ve settled into that pattern by the time they reach the Inner Rim. The Inner Rim is the part of the galaxy at which they’ve collected enough money (and mental stability) to travel a little better, and to take a few more risks.

Risks like “manipulate people with those baby blues.”

Ben tells Luke that he’s a menace, after he pouts so cutely that he gets a free scarf added on to a purchase that Ben makes. Luke responds that Ben has no room to talk, since he flirted a free breakfast out of that one inn owner.

Also, Luke is currently physically six. That is objectively a situation that sucks. He deserves to use it for all it’s worth if he’s stuck like this.

“You know, if you keep wearing all-black and looking longingly at the velvet cape and Space Chanel boots, the temple is going to worry that you’re a darksider.”

“Uncle Ben... you told me, yesterday, that I sparkle so brightly in the Force that it’s almost blinding.”

“Yes, but the gloves--”

They don’t agree on this, but Ben relents. He does actually understand good fashion, unfortunately, and he’s not unaware of how much Leia taught Luke about such things.

Luke’s about forty years ahead of the curve, of course, but Skywalkers are prone to such things. It’s usually in regards to technology, granted, but...

They get to Coruscant. Ben is very obviously a Jedi. He knows all the right words and walks like a Soresu master and feels warm and comforting in the Force. They let him in with minimal questions. They note down “my first padawan left the order to have a child, but died shortly after; I consider Luke here to be my nephew, and have raised him as such,” and move on.

Luke is vaguely annoyed because he already had an uncle (and aunt) that raised him, but he admits that a person can have more than one uncle. He can live with this. Ben was more family to Anakin than Owen was, in some ways, so it’s kind of true. Luke is even working on feeling more childish affection for Ben instead of the complicated mess of emotions that come from being lied to about some very large and important subjects, and then seeing the person saying those lies have regular emotional breakdowns due to something as small as Luke saying he likes the curve of the hull on that freighter.

(Apparently he sounds just like his father did as a child. This is almost heartwarming.)

The thing is! The thing. The thing is, they almost make it to the Halls of Healing to get looked over for weird viruses, or Outer Rim Parasites, or whatever the hells needs to be happening. They almost make it without Ben having a flashback to dead younglings or brainwashed troopers or the declaration of a Sith Empire. They almost make it without incident.

Then Ben sees Qui-Gon, and freezes, and does not move again.

Luke cannot get him to restart.

People are staring.

They haven’t even made it to Medical, Uncle Ben, come on.

Young, local Obi-Wan comes over and asks if there’s something he can do to help. Or maybe this “Ben” knows Qui-Gon? Master Jinn doesn’t recognize Ben, but maybe Luke knows more?

Luke does know more, but what Luke actually says is “he probably needs a mind healer.”

(Ben will not appreciate this.)

(Ben is unfortunately standing in the middle of the hallway and completely unresponsive, and is unable to argue with this assertion.)

(Ben is pretty much proving this assertion entirely correct, actually.)

Obi-Wan is helpful, if a little bitchy in the manner of most late-teens individuals, and offers to help get Uncle Ben down to the Halls of Healing. It involves Obi-Wan gently pushing on Ben’s shoulders, and Qui-Gon offering to carry Luke so he can be in Ben’s sights (because Ben is a Mystery, and Qui-Gon is quite fond of those, so he wants to stay involved). Ben kind of just... shuffles on down.

There are medical tests. They ask about how Luke lost his hand. He refuses to talk about it. They ask how Ben got all his scars. Luke says he doesn’t know. They ask if he knows why Ben looks like he’s been through a war. Luke says it’s because he probably was.

They check for foreign viruses. They find evidence of thus-far-unpatented vaccinations. They ask Luke if he knows what he’s vaccinated for.

“How would I know? I’m six.”

They agree that this is a good excuse.

(It is not. He’s lying. They do not know this.)

They do some more tests. They find a lot of questionable medical bullshit in Ben’s body. Most of this is from the clone wars, but they don’t know this. Someone realizes they haven’t gotten a ping back from the Shadow Network regarding “do we have permission to pull the medical file of a Jedi that isn’t in the normal database? We’re assuming you know who he is, since we don’t.”

The Shadow Network does not know who Ben is.

The healers, of course, go “huh, that’s weird, but maybe the name he gave his nephew was fake. We can’t exactly ask ‘Ben’ for more details right now. We already had to sedate him. Let’s check the DNA!”

The DNA pulls up as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The padawan who brought this guy in two hours ago.

“Huh, that’s weird. Let’s call in Kenobi and ask if he knows what’s going on.”

Obi-Wan absolutely does not know what’s going on.

They ask Luke.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, lying through his teeth and not even pretending otherwise.

“You’re not a very good liar,” teenage Obi-Wan tells him.

“I’m not trying to be,” Luke says. “Can you get Master Yoda? I feel like we’re going to need him.”

They normally wouldn’t get Yoda on the request of a six-year-old, but they also normally don’t have a catatonic thirty-something Jedi who looks like he’s been through a war popping up in the medical database as the pimply teenage padawan that broke his pinky trying to do a Badass Ataru Flip last week.

Or... whatever Luke i... is... oh dear.

“Young one,” Qui-Gon asks, while people whisper-shout behind him, not realizing he’s cutting the Correlian Knot and just asking the kid himself. “Do you know why your midichlorian count is so high? It’s almost unheard of.”

“Uncle Ben said my dad was the Chosen One,” Luke says, because he is capable of being a little shit and is actually really eager to let Ben deal with some of the fallout. He feels for the man, really, but he’s also tired of being the one to field every single question.

Also, the expressions that pass on Qui-Gon’s face are hilarious.

(Luke may or may not be more affected by his six-year-old brain than he would like to admit.)

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon says, sounding more than a little strangled about it.

It takes another three hours for Ben to wake up.

He listens to the questions. He hears what they say his ‘nephew’ said. He looks at Luke.

“Is this revenge for not telling you about Leia?”

“It’s not revenge,” Luke does not lie. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“It’s pretty easy to explain.”

“It’s not my secret.”

“This is revenge for the Leia thing.”

“No,” Luke says. “Revenge for the Leia thing was when I ate a live frog in front of you.”

This is the point at which someone interrupts and points out that they appear to be stalling.

“Oh, he is,” Luke tells them. He gestures at Ben. “I can’t tell you more, because it’s more his story than mine.”

“I’m afraid, Master, that I am very likely to have an emotional breakdown if I allow myself to consider the reality of this situation for longer than the fraction of a second I already have,” Ben reports, full of false cheer. “Suffice to say, I am far from stable and have only held out this far for Luke’s sake.”

“Can you explain why you have my DNA?” Obi-Wan asks, as the person who’s most concerningly involved in this situation.

“You can,” Ben says, smiling like there is absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest, ever. “I’m you, from the future. I actually died and spent a few years dead before coming back. I’m not sure why I’m younger than I was when I died, but I appreciate being able to put on my shoes without my knees attempting to mutiny.”

“He needs a mind healer,” Luke reiterates, in case the strained grin hasn’t made it clear. “So do I, but not as much.”

“I have felt literally every person in this Temple save for Luke and Yoda die,” Ben reports, looking a shade more manic than a few seconds earlier. “It’s very overwhelming to feel you all being alive again. I may be approaching a mental breakdown, and I’ve been rather strictly advised against using alcohol to treat my traumas again.”

Luke kicks him in the thigh. It’s not a very hard kick, because he is very small, and he does actually like Ben. “I’m not letting you turn into an old drunk again.”

After several seconds of silence, a healer quietly suggests that everyone clear the room, and asks if someone could fetch Master Yoda as the youngling requested.

(THIS IS ALMOST THREE THOUSAND WORDS. I started it less than two hours ago. Why am I like this.)

#Ben Kenobi #Obi Wan Kenobi #Luke Skywalker #Qui Gon Jinn #Time Travel #De Aging #Phoenix Posts #Uncle Ben and Little Luke

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transmalewife · 3 years ago

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Alright, let's talk about attachment

I can’t find clear information on when exactly the non-attachment rule was added to the code. It was either soon before or soon after the great sith war. Either way, for the VAST majority of the existence of the Jedi, it wasn’t a thing. Jedi got married and had families for over 20000 years, then added the non-attachment rule, which ultimately led to their destruction. And before anyone tries to tell me I believe they deserved to be genocided, I don’t. I have never actually seen anyone say that, but I see people argue against it constantly, and imply anyone who doesn’t think the Jedi were perfect and blameless thinks that. I don’t think they deserved to die, I think they needed to change. And Yoda says that himself, many times. The Jedi weren’t prepared for the return of the sith, or the war. They had separated from the military 1000 years before, and the galaxy was in relative peace all this time, so the order’s role changed to one that worked very well with their rules. Detachment meant they could be impartial when overseeing political disagreements, lack of possessions meant they would be focused on the mission at hand and not prone to taking bribes, and distancing themselves from the general population meant they were more or less uniform, and could be trusted not to side with someone for personal reasons.

All of this falls apart once they become an army again. Impartiality is a flaw when they have to defend one side at all cost and not even allow themselves to consider compromise. Lack of possessions and attachment to people means they are prone to taking unnecessary risks, because they have nothing to lose, and do things like send 14 year olds into battle, thinking of the “greater good” over the safety of children. And the order being a monolith, with set rules and philosophy distinct from the rest of the population meant the Jedi trusted Dooku long after they should have stopped, because he used to be a Jedi after all, surely he still follows the code.

Now, I am not saying non-attachment is always bad, I think it served a very specific purpose in the order, and to some extent worked for many years. However.

Humans are a social species. Human babies NEED physical contact and affection to develop physically. Children need a stable, strong, and supportive relationship to their caregiver to properly develop psychologically. And after last year I don’t think anyone will argue that adults don't need connection with other people just as much. And not just shallow interactions, but open affection and love. Love of any kind, because claiming that the Jedi only forbid romantic love is just untrue. I think people tend to forget that "Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi's life. So you might say, that we are encouraged to love." isn’t the actual doctrine, it’s a literal pick up line that Anakin uses on Padme.

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan both get criticized by other Jedi for their entirely platonic attachment to Anakin, and vice versa. Now, humans are the most common species in the galaxy, and in the Jedi order. Many other species are near-human, so it’s safe to assume at least some, if not most of them also need that companionship and affection to develop and live happy and stable lives. I do believe that non-attachment is a valid philosophy and chosen path in life if done carefully and within reason, I just don’t think we have a single major character that actually applies to. And chosen is an important word here. Jedi don’t get much of a choice. I’m not trying to start the baby-stealing debate here. I hear the argument of ‘force sensitives are dangerous if left untrained, and said training should start as early as possible’. I think finding a way to deal with that problem was an insanely complicated decision, and taking children into the temple as young as possible is not a bad solution. I don’t entirely agree with not letting them see their families later, (especially since in legends Obi-Wan was allowed to visit his family, which implies Anakin couldn’t go free his mother specifically because he was already too attached), but the idea is sound. I do also understand that no one is forcing Jedi to stay in the order and they can leave for whatever reason at any time. But that isn’t exactly a free choice either. Leaving the order means leaving the only home you remember, the only people you know to make your own way in the galaxy, and staying with those people means you can never fully love them. It’s a difficult solution to a complicated question, and for the most part, it worked (not always, and not exactly as intended, but I’ll come back to that.) Children grew up in the order, were trained to control themselves and the force, and became Jedi who were impartial, patient, and balanced. But everything falls apart when you introduce someone who wasn’t raised in the temple.

In The Rising Force, 13 year old Obi-Wan had barely been off Coruscant in his life. He describes himself as sheltered and unaware of all the pain in the galaxy, and says it was done on purpose, so younglings wouldn’t have to face the dark side before they were ready for it. But Anakin had seen nothing but darkness, pain and injustice before he joined the order. He was severely traumatized, and while the temple might have had some ways of dealing with trauma and PTSD in adults, they had no experience in treating the same in a child, because their children were kept safe and protected. The idea of letting go of your pain and fear only works if you know you have a safe place to come back to, if you’ve spent the first decade or so of your life in the most protected place in the galaxy. Anakin spent the first decade of his life as a slave. He couldn’t let go of his fear, because fear was what kept him alive. Fear is not irrational if you are constantly in danger, it’s what protects you, keeps you aware of the limits you can push before you get punished. And that mindset doesn’t fade just because you’re out of that situation, especially if your only family, the closest person to you, is still facing that danger every day.

I’ve seen people use every excuse possible to explain why Anakin didn’t see his mother again to avoid blaming the council, including, and I shit you not, “He just didn’t have her comm number”. But to me that seems disingenuous, when we see in his first meeting with the council that they already consider him too attached. It's one of the main reasons they don’t want him to be trained, so it seems logical that they wouldn’t allow him to see her once he became a padawan. I also want to mention that what Yoda says, “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.” Is just… blatant catastrophizing. Right? Like we can all see that the escalation is not rational there at all. Maybe it could apply to something else, but not to a child who just left his mother for the first time in his life and went from a tiny dustball in the middle of nowhere to the most populated planet in the galaxy, and is now being tested by a bunch of old people with the power to decide his future. Obviously he’s afraid, and obviously he’s not dealing with it the way Jedi younglings do. That, in and of itself doesn't doom him to fall. Also what Yoda misses there is that suffering leads to fear. This is a closed loop, and one that has defined Anakin’s entire childhood.

Let’s come back to how the system doesn’t always work. The way I see it, most of the characters we see are attached. Obi-Wan is considered one of the greatest Jedi of his time. Windu describes him as “our most cunning and insightful Master—and our most tenacious”. And yet, he was not insightful enough to look past his love for Anakin, his attachment, and see how close to falling he was. Ahsoka was so attached to Anakin she refused to listen to Maul on Mandalore, refused to even consider the posibility he could fall. She was arguably the person with the best shot at preventing the empire forming at that point, and she loved anakin so much she doomed him and the entire galaxy. Aayla admitted to thinking of Quinlan as her father, and also, apparently in legends had a long relationship with Kit. Even Mace didn’t follow the code when he decided to kill Palpatine, which directly led to his death and the empire. He also indirectly caused the war to start. According to wookiepedia “Windu viewed Dooku as the shatterpoint of the entire Separatist movement, which meant striking Dooku down would theoretically end the imminent clone war before it even began. However, Windu's prior attachments to Dooku clouded his judgment.” I’m not even going to mention Kanan and Ezra, who are obviously family.

So basically everyone is attached and lying about it. How has no one thought that maybe this isn’t the healthiest way to live and tried to change the code? Well, I have a theory, and it’s Yoda. He was 900 years old when he died, and was on the council for the vast majority of his life. I can’t find when exactly he became grand master, but it’s safe to assume he held some degree of power over the entire order for most of a millennium. At the end of TPM he tells Obi-Wan “Confer on you the level of Jedi knight, the council does. But agree with your taking this boy as your padawan learner, I do not.” Then he reverses that decision by himself. So either he has the power to veto the council’s word, or who gets trained is entirely up to him. Either way, not great, considering his lifespan is so much longer than most Jedi, and therefore his approach to life is vastly different. Humans need love and closeness to live. However, while we don’t know much about Yoda’s species, it probably isn’t a social one. You could count all the characters of this species on two (human) hands, and Yoda lived in complete isolation for 20 years on Dagobah, and only went a little bit insane. They are naturally rare, and therefore probably lead solitary lives in nature. Moreover, Yoda outlived every master who trained him, and almost every padawan he trained himself, (there’s a great post about that here) so even if he wasn’t naturally predisposed to non-attachment, he would have had to learn it to deal with all the loss he had to live through over the years.

A lot of people think that Anakin fell because he had attachments, which is not true. He fell because of how his attachments played out and/or ended. The most obvious example being Palpatine, who used Anakin’s trust and friendship to groom him for over a decade and actively undermine Anakin’s trust towards anyone else, especially the order. (more on that here). Obi-Wan refused to take on the role of a father figure that Anakin tried to shove him into, so he turned to someone who did accept it. It’s not Anakin’s fault that it turned out to be the worst person alive, nor can we expect him to notice when he’s known Palpatine since he was a child. Another failure of jedi non-attachment, because a loving parent or guardian would not let their child be used as a bargaining chip when the most powerful politician in the galaxy blackmailed the order into allowing him to meet Anakin regularly, but a distant teacher and detached knight thinking of the greater good might. The other attachments Anakin had were taken from him (Shmi and Ahsoka, the last orchestrated by Palpatine who was fully ready to give her the death penalty to make Anakin more unstable), or he was forced to lie and hide them, compromising his vows as a Jedi (Padme) or refused to choose Anakin over the order/their principles (Obi-Wan, and again Ahsoka, and to some extent Padme, but he’d already fallen then). All these people had every right to make the choices they made, but it wasn’t the act of loving them that made Anakin turn to the dark side, it was how those attachments played out.

I think everyone agrees that Yoda is as detached as a Jedi should, if not can, be, and that didn’t prevent Dooku from falling. We see that explored in more detail with Barriss and Luminara. Luminara is detached and distant, she’s fond of Barriss, but their relationship is not familial in the slightest, and she repeatedly shows her willingness to put the greater good and the mission before Barriss’ safety and even life. And yet Barriss still falls. A complex combination of events and choices caused each of those characters to fall, not the simple presence or absence of attachment.

And lastly, just as attachment can make you unstable if your relationship with that person is unstable, it can also make you stronger. There is a reason Anakin and Obi-Wan were the face of the army. Not only did their obvious attachment (the strongest between two jedi we are shown) make them more relatable to the public, but they, when working as a team, are shown repeatedly to be more or less undefeatable. They spend half of aotc flinging themselves off great heights because they know the other will be there to catch them. They know from years of experience that they have backup and they know each other well enough (or force bond communicate) that they can trust the other will be where he needs to be to help/save them. Contrast that to how Windu and Palpatine fight in rots once the window breaks- very carefully, clearly holding back to keep themselves safe. Neither of them has backup until Anakin arrives, but until the last second they can't be sure which one he will choose. Anakin and Obi-Wan fight the same way on Mustafar, especially when balancing on that thin bridge. No acrobatics, swinging arms to keep balance, keeping their distance, being almost uncharacteristically careful compared to how they treated heights in aotc, in tcw, and on the invisible hand in rots, because they both know the other won't catch them if they fall this time.

#star wars meta #attachment #star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #yoda #jedi order #mine

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x-childish-x · 4 years ago

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obi wan x femreader fanfic idea where they go with padme to mustafar to confront anakin. after force choking padme, anakin’s like “you turned her against me! now i shall take away what you love most” and at first obi wan’s confused, “what i love most?” then he realizes anakin’s talking about reader. reader starts to be force choked by anakin and then obi wan says prompt #22 from the main prompts.

What You Love Most

Pairing: Obi-Wan x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: force choking!, angsty Anakin, fluff, soft!Obi-Wan, Padme dies

Word Count: 1,476

A/N: Hello lovely Anon! This was really fun to write, and was such an incredibly interesting idea! I really hope you enjoy this and that it's what you wanted. Thank you so much for the request! Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated and welcomed! (e/c): eye color

Summary: Anakin tries to get revenge for Obi-Wan "turning" Padme against him, and you're both left to deal with the aftermath of the Sith's decision.

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You glanced toward C-3PO before rushing out of the ship after Padme. You watched as Anakin wrapped her up in his arms, your arm slowly twitching back towards your lightsaber, but you forced yourself to remain calm. Padme was your best friend, you knew you couldn't harm Anakin while she was still here, but everything Obi-Wan told you made it extremely tempting.

You stopped a few feet away from the pair, listening silently, and at the mention of Obi-Wan's name, Anakin's gaze flicked up. His eyes landed on you. His glare was so intense it left you feeling nauseous, feeling like Anakin thought you shouldn't be alive. You gave a soft nod of acknowledgment to the younger boy, your face neutral as he looked back to Padme.

As Anakin's speech continued, you felt yourself getting more riled, the idea of justice getting hard to keep away. Padme turned her head, using her peripheral vision to ensure you were still behind her as she slowly backed up, realizing how crazy Anakin was beginning to sound. Your hand locked around your lightsaber hilt as Anakin yelled at Padme, the urge to protect her taking over your body, not causing you to spare a glance back at Obi-Wan, who had now made his presence known.

"You're with him!" Anakin growled, "You brought him here to kill me!"

"Anakin, stop!" You yelped as he began force-choking Padme.

You went to unleash your lightsaber, prepared to battle the new-come sith, but you felt the force wrap around your waist and begin yanking you back. Obi-Wan's yell for Anakin to let Padme go filled your ears as you realized Obi-Wan was pulling you further away from the deranged boy. He was trying to protect you, pull you out of the line of fire.

A cry escaped your lips as you watched Padme fall. Obi-Wan flinched slightly at your cry, standing in front of you in an attempt to shield you from Anakin.

"You turned her against me!" Anakin screamed, his eyes filled with rage, "Now I shall take away what you love most!"

"What I love most?" Obi-Wan questioned, watching Anakin slide off his robe.

Anakin's eyes locked on you, watching you fight against the force around your waist, trying to get to Padme as tears streamed down your cheek. Obi-Wan's eyes widened, immediately filling with anger and panic as Anakin raised his hand and your gasp filled the air. Your hands fly to your throat, desperately trying to get away from the force on your neck, as the force on your waist drops, and you try to gasp for air.

“If you don’t let her go right now, I swear I will break every bone in your body," Obi-Wan practically growls as he yanks off his robe, his hand flying to his lightsaber.

Your vision is beginning to fill with spots. Your body is panicking, going into fight or flight mode as it tries to keep you alive. Anakin, the little boy you helped Obi-Wan train, is trying to kill you. You realize, as Obi-Wan's eyes meet yours, your hands feel numb now, and your legs surely wouldn't hold you up if it wasn't for Anakin's force around your neck.

Without wasting another second, Obi-Wan lunges at Anakin, shocking his old Padawan, who didn't expect his Master to make the first move. The shock makes the younger boy let go of you, and you crash to the ground, a wretched gasp for air leaving your lips. Tears begin to rush quicker down your cheeks as you struggle to gain focus again, your vision completely blurry as your ears just barely register the sound of lightsaber's clashing together. You struggle, trying to crawl to Padme at the very least, but instead, the darkness consumed your vision before you could.

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You groaned slightly at the feeling of your body being moved, jostled awake by the movement.

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan's voice whispered, his eyes locked on your face in worry.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, "Obi-Wan?"

You winced. Your voice sounded terrible. Cracking and hoarse, you sounded like you'd screamed for hours, making Obi-Wan frown, "Yes... I'm here."

"Don't..." You winced again, your throat burning, "Leave me."

Obi-Wan nodded. The distraught look on your face was more than enough to have him cradling you in his lap as he flew to Master Yoda. You'd fallen unconscious again, and although your force life was strong, Obi-Wan was immensely worried about you. He handed you off to Bail Organa, rushing back onto the ship to get Padme.

The next time you awoke, you felt significantly better than the last time, and you smiled as R2-D2's beeps filled the air. Looking down, you spotted the droid at the side of your bed, whistling and beeping far too fast for you to understand, as you were still learning binary.

"Good morning, sleepy," Obi-Wan teased, a smile on his lips as he entered the room.

"Morning," You mumbled back. Your voice sounded much better but was still sore, making you wince, "Thanks for saving me."

Obi-Wan walked further in, coming to sit on the side of your bed and grab one of your hands, "They said your throat will still be sore for a while."

You nodded, squeezing Obi-Wan's hand as a desperate feeling filled your body, "Where is Anakin? And Padme? What happened? Where are we?"

"Calm down," Obi-Wan smiled, projecting calming feelings through the force to you, "Anakin's... he's gone. I had to... he couldn't be saved anymore."

You frowned, squeezing the man's hand once more as you pushing comforting feelings to him, "I'm so sorry, Obi... I know how much he meant to you."

Obi-Wan simply nodded, nodding his head, "(Y/n)... Padme's gone... she passed during labor."

You gasped, your eyes widening in horror as you looked away from the older man. You supposed Anakin's visions had been correct. Padme was sentenced to die, but Anakin had never realized he was the reason she died in all his visions. Tears filled your eyes as Obi-Wan shifted, standing up.

"She... she left something for us-- for you. She asked if you would..."

You scrunched your eyebrows, confused by Obi-Wan's sudden nervousness. He quickly left the room before returning with a small bundle of blankets in his arms. Your eyes widened as Obi-Wan walked closer, and you realized what was inside the bundle of blankets.

"She had twins. They're being separated for safety, but... she asked if we'd take care of him, of Luke," Obi-Wan spoke softly, leaning down to show you the sleeping baby boy in his arms.

You reached out, taking the small baby from Obi-Wan, scooting over to allow the older man to lay beside you, "Normally I would expect to be married, hell even have at least gone on a date, before having a baby."

Obi-Wan smiled slightly, knowing you felt honored that Padme had asked you and Obi-Wan, "That could be arranged."

"Is it true?" You rasped, gently brushing Luke's tiny baby hair with your fingers. Obi-Wan hummed, watching you in awe, "That I'm what you love most... as Anakin said. Is that true?"

Your eyes flicked up to Obi-Wan, and he immediately felt himself smiling, getting lost in your beautiful (e/c) eyes. How could he not be in love with you? He grew up with you in the temple, trained with you, went on missions with you, and it was always you. Even his old master, Qui-Gon Jinn tried to get you two together, but Obi-Wan had always insisted there was a code to follow. But... not anymore.

"Of course, you're what I love most," Obi-Wan smiled, "I have been since you slammed me to the ground on my first day of lightsaber training."

You laughed lightly, looking back to the baby in your arms as you smiled, "I love you too... it scared me, knowing I couldn't help you against Anakin."

Obi-Wan flushed. The idea of you worrying about him made him frown. He turned, lightly kissing the top of your head as he had many times before, only this time it was different, "There is never a need for you to worry about me."

You sighed, knowing Obi-Wan wouldn't admit that he'd been scared of fighting Anakin also, "So, it's just us three now?"

"Just us three. I was thinking, we could go to Tatooine, build a life there, raise Luke."

You smiled, sure this wasn't what you wanted. No, you wanted Anakin and Ahsoka bickering over who could hold one of the twins. And you wanted Padme here, watching everyone coo over her babies. You wanted to be teasing Rex about his armor scaring the children. But... this would do. This, just you and Obi-Wan and Luke, was more than perfect. As long as you have Obi-Wan by you, you knew you could handle anything thrown your way.

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