#troubled Anakin

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What You See in the Shadows

Summary: After Anakin comes to you for comfort in the middle of the night, you find yourself in an awkward situation when you wake up next to him the next morning. And now, he’s committed to taking you for everything he’s ever wanted from you…

Warning: Fingering, degradation, etc.

Word Count: 3.7k

You turned over in your sleep, shifting comfortably on top of your bed as warmth seeped into your skin from the sun shining through your windows. Your eyebrows furrowing when orange filtered into the darkness behind your eyelids. Taking you away from your peaceful dreams and into reality.

It was another minute until your eyes opened, glaring at the incessant sun gleaming in from the window adjacent to you. Cursing at it as the sunlight streamed across your face and into your half lidded eyes that begged for another moment of sleep.

It was then when you felt another presence next to you. A small disturbance in the force that usually surrounded the early mornings in your room hiding away before Obi-Wan came to get you for training. A very familiar disturbance.

Another small curse escaped your lips when you saw Anakin's sleeping form right next to you, startling you.

It was late last night when he had walked through your door completely silent, shuffling his feet across your floor. Making his way over to you as you sat in bed, completely avoiding the question in your eyes and the slight uneasiness you felt by the random intrusion. Only focusing on your face as he sat beside you.

You could see the defeated look on his features. How dejected and absolutely tired he seemed. His hair was in a disarray as if he had been raking his fingers through it over and over, thoughts running rampant through his own mind.

It was then when you noticed the single tear sliding down his cheek.

You never were one for comforting others. Showing emotions and helping others deal with their own struggles was never something you excelled in no matter how much you would try to ease others pain so seeing Anakin in such a way made you freeze.

He had never been open like this with you, had never cried or sought guidance about his sorrows. Never did he seek comfort for the weight on his soldiers weighing him down.

It was only a single minute but that time felt like endless hours. Frozen in place. The air struggling to leave your lungs as you stared at your friend, a brave Jedi knight, a man who had been there for you and saved you more times than you could ever begin to recount. A man that does anything and everything to protect and shield those who he loves from harm And most of all,  one that you cared so incredibly for finally letting his guard down in front of you. Letting the cracks of the 'chosen one' shine their light onto you. His visage of which could only be described as someone incredibly lost, buried deep within the current of their own sorrows. Every weight toppling down on them. That feeling of unabashed helplessness. Begging for any ounce of anything else.

His pleading eyes looked in your direction but you could tell his mind was completely somewhere else. In a faraway land that he couldn't help but grasp, feelings that he couldn't shake refusing to leave him. His eyes watered more, unshed tears wavering and overflowing. Threatening to spill down his cheeks.

Anakin looked like he was almost trying not to break apart in front of you. Barley hanging onto his sense of self, his pride, his whole semblance of how he was taught by the council to feel and cope. The very Jedi inside of him crumbling to bits.

It didn't take a fool to see the shame coming off of him in waves. With every second you sat frozen in front of him, he looked more and more hopeless.

A struggled gasp escaped his throat as more tears slid down his face and you were making your way over to him in an instant. Grasping your trembling hands around his body. Your own tears threatening to spill as you held him close to your chest.

You had never seen him this way. Felt him so shaken, so separated within your hands. Hands that held tightly around him unwilling to let him go. You could only hope to ease the pain. You could only hope for the warmth of your body to his own shell of a person would be enough for him to know he wasn't alone. He would never be.

He made a small sound as he wrapped his own hands around you. Holding onto you for dear life. Finally letting his worries crumble away and allowing himself a moment to breathe. To finally feel you holding him in a way he had wished from you for so long. To feel the closeness between both of you in a way you both hadn't before.

It wasn't long before his eyes fluttered open.

His deep blue eyes settled on your own as his body layed almost unmoving, the steady rise and fall of his chest being the only indication that he was still with you. Still close to you, breathing. Alive. Anything that reminded you he was here and that he was real. That last night was more than a figment of your imagination.

You guys had been instant friends since Obi-wan and him stumbled upon you on one of their missions. Tearing you away from a path of vengeance on a lower being who had taken someone dear to you. Giving you a new path to follow. One as a Jedi, another padawan for Master Kenobi. One who submitted themselves to the rules the council abade them to follow. Drilled all the very same lessons and teachings about certain emotions leading you down a path to the dark side. No anger. No fear. Compassion. Aiding and abiding orders. No attachments.

It wasn't exactly surprising that you found it hard to obey that rule.

The more you trained under Obi-wan Kenobi, the closer you got to Anakin Skywalker. In the time you spent with the both of them you could feel yourself slowly teetering off that edge.

The times you spent poking fun at both your Jedi master and his other young padawan. Laughing as Anakin's face changed and swayed as you teased him. Cackling together when Obi-wan could do nothing more than scold his young padawans who had now became Knights for failing to hold themselves together and poking fun at their superior. Smiling when you caught your Jedi master hiding that smile of his.

The times you spent speaking with him in the temple gardens as you both fed your fingers through the grass. Swapping stories of childhood memories, of regrets and mistakes, laughs and dreams you both held dear to our heart. His on Tatooine and yours on a faraway planet. Much too far for you to call home.

It was hard not to feel that magnetic pull to him. Like a moth to a flame it drew you closer, beckoning for you to follow. The force channeling its will through the both of you. The electricity that thrummed under your skin when you and Anakin found your way in close quarters. Seated on the ship, fighting side by side on a mission, trying your very hardest to beat him in combat(though neither of you wish to confirm who was the true winner when you found yourself inches from his body. Waves of heat flowing from you. Heat radiating between the two of you. Almost unbearable)

It wasn't the Jedi way

All of that feeding into delusions of intimacy was wrong. Imagining the what ifs and what coulds of every instance in which we were left alone. Unsupervised. How it would finally feel...

It wasn't the Jedi way

How many times you had to keep ingraining that into your too stubborn head.

Yet here you were.

A silence had drifted over the both of you. Eyes staring, drilling into one another. No one moving to make any small difference.

Initially his presence had spooked you...

It took a few seconds for the previous night to replay within your mind. You didn't know what to expect then and now there was no difference.

Anakin looked nothing of the the man who had stormed his way into your room late last night. The other looked broken. Lost. A whole storm brewing behind silent eyes yet this one was anything but. There was a certain calm that enveloped his body. A buzz that thrummed in the air around him and into you. A newfound focus and calamity. It was nothing  you knew to describe.

The sun billowed around his unruly dark curls through the blinds, shadowing parts of his face from total view but you could still see him. His bright eyes still focused on you. Sensing you...Reading you. Taking you in.

The light hung high over his head, sprouting farther up the walls, traveling and branching out from whence it came. Brightness overtaking the outline of his form.

He almost looked like an angel.

You guys were inches apart, your bodies intertwined in your wide bedspread you must have pulled over the both of you half-asleep not even remembering he was there.

You guys were never this close like this. Never.

You could feel your cheeks warm at the realization and embarrassment of the entire situation. You didn't even know what he was thinking. Why he hadn't backed away or why he hadn't made more space between the two of you. Why he kept staring at you like that...

It was another half a minute before he shifted, his head easing backwards a ways. A small curl making its way into his eyes before he moved again, pushing it from his vision. Angling his neck differently so he could get a better look at you. Almost inching a little bit closer to you.

You moved your head on the pillow, looking back at him. Trying to figure out what sort of game he was playing if it was any game at all.

His eyes traveled across your face, taking in your features in a way you had never seen him do. Outlining the lines of your eyes, following the curve of your nose. Glancing at your lips. Putting you together in his mind like the pieces of a puzzle. A small smile at the corner of his lips.

"You're so...beautiful..." He whispered

A part of you was screaming warning signs within your mind. Telling yourself to get up, to inch away. That this isn't a game you should play. But another part of you needed to wait it out. Begged and pleaded for one more second this close to him. For one more second in which you could imagine yourself finally closing the gap between you two.

His eyes looked down at your lips briefly before he brought his flesh hand up to the side of your face, brushing your cheek softly. His gaze not leaving you. His touch sending shivers down your spine. The emotions in his eyes as he stared over at you made your stomach turn. You could feel the biological yearnings of your human body trying to take over but you were a Jedi. You knew better.

You sat up in bed, his hand leaving your cheek as your hair caressed your shoulders. Your body now on full alert, thoughts running rampant in your mind.

His body followed yours as he sat in your bed as a well before you.

"Anakin..." You warned softly, telling him not to go further. A part of you was so confused. He had never acted this way before. Been so domineering in the way he was with you, had he sought out such physical affection. But right now, there was no question of the way you felt for him. The way you know you shouldn't feel. The burning pit in the bottom of your stomach set aflame by just his eyes on yours. This closeness with him....You already felt as if you were losing your mind.

His eyes didn't change at your hesitancy, his hand making it way back against your skin. The warmth of his fingertips brushing your cheek making your body ease slightly back from him. His eyes fixated on your full lips as his thumb brushed your chin gently. Just grazing your bottom lip experimentally before he pulled it down with the pad of his thumb. Watching as your pretty mouth parted at his touch. Only moments passing before he brought his lips to yours, not being able to hold himself back any longer. Even with his fingers on your face, his thumb against your lip. His eyes focused on you, yourself being so in the moment, you gasp as he finally closes the distance between you. Gasping at the feel of his soft lips against your own, the fire burning through your body at his very touch. How he ignited it so easily...

He kissed you like you were oxygen. Like he was swallowing you whole, tasting every part of you. As if you were the only thing he needed to live. There was such a passion to him. Such a need for you that drove you insane. That erupted goosebumps against your skin like no other. You couldn't bring yourself to fight it anymore.

You kissed him back eagerly, tasting his lips against yours. Feeling as his tongue brushed your bottom lip, begging from more. His hands clinging to your body, pulling you into him. Needing you closer. Desperately needing to feel you.

His fingers caressed the bare skin of your back through your Jedi robes, undoing them with such ease. Feeling your bare skin. Imagining what it felt like against his. Finally having you after so long.

This was like a dream.

Like those instances you couldn't stop yourself from thinking of when you lied awake in bed at night. Except it was real...

His hands ripped away your Jedi robes as your fingers removed his vest. Your lips still on his as you guys moved at a speed that seemed too fast to even be real. The passion overtaking you as his hands caressed the bare skin of your back as he pulled you onto him. The heat of his hands melding with the heat of your own body as you didn't let your lips part. Needing the taste of him, committing it to your memory. Telling yourself you would never be without it now, knowing that you couldn't be.

Now that you had him, you couldn't let him go. Months, if not even years of fantasies and longing glances finally bringing yourself to this moment. Your hands longing to feel the warmth of his skin, his beautiful lips against your own. And now you had finally touched heaven.

Felt it against your lips, a fire burning between both of you as you messily discarded of each others clothes. Rushing fingers undoing whatever fabric they could as Anakin's fingers wrapped around your bare waist. Creeping up your back to undo your bra as your fingers settled against his neck. Brushing the warm skin softly before your fingers made their way into the hair at the nape of his neck. Gasping softly as you rocked down against him. A struggled breath escaping his lips as his hard cock rubbed against your heat through his slacks, feeling you even through the material between your bodies. Wanting you even more.

You didn't know if you could even take it anymore. Your heated eyes trained on Ani's as you lifted your hips slightly, his hands digging into your hips as he looked down at your heat. His fingers playing with the band of your underwear, his eyes focused on what he wanted the most. Playing with the idea of sinking his lips against your needy cunt. Tasting your juices on his lips. Burying himself so far into you, his hips meeting your own. Images flashed within your own mind from his, a small satisfied look on his face as he did that on purpose. Your hands pulled his pants off enough you looked back up again. The lewd images that Anakin played in your mind making your throat burn as you looked at him. Breathless and surprised that he could even be this way. Your lips parted slightly as his eyes trained on yours as his fingers ghosted over your slit through your underwear. Your eyes fluttering as he pushed his thumb against your bud through the material , emitting a soft moan from you.

"Already so needy for me..." He taunted with a little smirk on his face. His pupils blown wide as he stared at you. His fingers teasing you a little more as he chuckled softly and stared into your eyes. Watching your face as he touched you, knowing just how right he was, feeling him where you wanted him the most but still so desperate for more.

He pushed your underwear aside as he covered his fingers in your slick. Touching your bare cunt for only a moment before he plunged two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise at the sudden intrusion. Feeling his fingers scissor inside of you as he stretched you out for him. Your spongy walls pulling him needily, his eyes falling to where he entered you. His dick twitching at just imaging that around him, desperate to feel you. To cover himself in your sweet little juices.

"You need me to fill you up, don't you baby? Need my cock in your pretty little hole?" He asked softly, his seductive eyes trained on you as your hips involuntarily rocked slowly against his fingers. Your breathing increasing as he moved his digits inside of you slowly. Another soft moan falling from your lips. You couldn't handle this...He was being so lewd, so seductive in the way he was with you. Pulling you apart with his fingers. Using your body for his own pleasure in the way that made you almost like putty in his hands. He wanted to see you tremble against him, he wanted to make you feel slightly humiliated when he played with you. Masterful in making you fall apart before you barely got started.

His fingers massaged that deep spongy spot inside of you before he pushed his fingers into you again, settling a slow pace as he watched your face. Smirking softly as you let out struggled breaths at the pleasure coursing through your body. Him hitting that spot inside of you that made you absolutely desperate. "Ani..."

You begged, your eyebrows creasing slightly as he arched his fingers inside of you, pushing into you further. His thumb ghosting of your clit as he penetrated you.

"Say please" He smiled teasingly as he looked down at you. His eyes half-lidded as he fixated on your body, your lips. His focus on making you feel everything he did to you. You didn't understand the effect you had on him. How he so desperately needed this, needed you all the time. You could see it now..., how long Anakin had wanted you. Thought of you like this. Imagined your thighs settled around his hips as he thrusted his hard cock in his hand imagining it was your pretty little pussy when it all got too much. How much he cared for you. He wasn't going to let you go now...

His fingers continued his assault on you, feeling you clench around him as he circled your clit with his thumb, continuing to enter you. You could feel yourself already close, the impending euphoria hanging over your head as he pleasured you more and more. Making you fall apart into a moaning mess. "Anakin, please..."

He smiled as he knew what you were begging for but he continued moving his fingers inside of you, settling a brutal pace as looked down at him inside of you. Your juices against his fingers as his tongue settled against his bottom lip. Begging to just taste you, to feel your pussy against his lips. But he knew what he wanted right in this moment first, and that was for you to come against his hand.

Your eyes clenched shut as he brought his lips to your neck, feathering light kisses before biting your soft skin. Easing the little bruises with his tongue as you were breathless against him. Feeling yourself clench around him again and he moved relentlessly into you. Yourself tensing slightly as you couldn't hold it back anymore, feeling yourself succumb to the waves of pleasure that washed over you, a euphoric haze clouding your body as you moaned his name.

He loved the way you already looked fucked out as you came down from the high. The way your hair messily caressed the sides of your face, falling down your bare shoulders. Almost all of your skin on display for him as you looked into his eyes, relaxing against his body. His arm wrapping around your waist as he held you to him, his other hand gently caressing the side of your warm cheek as he looked at you deeply. Pulling your lips to his as a reward for being so good for him. His soft lips breathing in your own in a gentle kiss.

Out of all of this, that's what took away your breath more.

All of the emotions behind the gentle kiss, the love he shared with you as his lips met your own. The need he had for you...How relieved he was to finally have you in his arms.

It made you more emotional than you wanted to admit. Being wanted that way was something you never thought you could have, nor was it something you had ever really began to imagine. Such a drive to love you, to be with you was almost inconceivable to you...Yet it was there. And the man you wanted more than life itself had it for you...

His eyes traveled your face as your lips parted, his hand still caressing your cheek softly as he looked down at you. His heated eyes traveled your body as a smirk formed at the corner of his pink lips.

"You don't really think this is over, do you?"

[human-rocket]

…meanwhile it’s something Anakin can fix in like 5 minutes

[tennessoui]

14 for obikin pretty please?

here you go!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' (LATEST) 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.'

The first time Anakin visits, he's so angry that he cannot speak for the first two hours. Obi-Wan sits against the wall of his cell, on the floor even though the Jedi have provided him a perfectly comfortable bed and chair. The Force collar around his neck looks wrong. His master sitting on the floor, dressed in the dull orange of a prisoner's jumpsuit looks wrong.

Anakin is so angry that he can't speak. He can only look and tremble until he is told he must leave.

Obi-Wan does not speak either. He does not even look at him.

Maybe that's what makes his anger harder to bear. Anakin knows that Obi-Wan has met with countless other Jedi. Visitors, friends, allies, people who are working with him on his defense case. He knows that the other man talks to them, has sliced into security holo footage to see it for himself, though no one will tell him what is said. Everyone always leaves looking frustrated, but at least Obi-Wan talks to them.

But not Anakin. Even though it is Anakin that Obi-Wan has hurt the most. Anakin, who deserves to know why from Obi-Wan's mouth.

After all--

"He was like a father to me," Anakin spits at him on his second visit, only a few days later. Going to see Obi-Wan in the Coruscanti prison cell where he is awaiting trial is like an itch. Scratched once, Anakin finds he cannot help himself from digging his claws in.

Obi-Wan is still against the wall. His beard has grown slightly longer. His head is tilted back against the wall, though when Anakin speaks, his eyes slide down from the ceiling to rest on him.

"I'm starting to think you say that to all the boys," his former master who is a murderer says in that lilting familiar drawl.

"You killed him."

"Yes," Obi-Wan agrees, because apparently part of his defense case is not to plead not guilty to the murder of the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Anakin would say that may be problematic, but then--there are security holos, soundless and slightly blurred, of the event. Of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi taking tea with Chancellor Palpatine. Talking in civil gestures for thirty minutes. Requesting, as far as anyone can tell, for the Chancellor to fetch him a pot of sugar. Lighting his saber and beheading him the moment the old man's back was turned. "Yes, I did."

"Why?" Anakin yells, voice cracking on the word. He doesn't understand. He thinks the not-knowing will drive him to madness. He thinks maybe it already has. It has been two weeks since the Chancellor's murder. Half the Senate is seeking Obi-Wan's execution.

The war, theoretically, has paused, like even the Separatists are holding their breath. Waiting. Wondering.

Obi-Wan looks at him quietly for a moment. For five. His face is stoic, resolved. Beloved, even after this.

Then--for a singular second--the mask cracks, and his master stares at him as if he needs to see him in order to survive. He looks hungry and exhausted and relieved, down to the bones.

"How have your nightmares been lately, padawan?" he asks him, and Anakin is so disgusted by the word--by the title that Obi-Wan doesn't get to say after killing the Chancellor, killing Anakin's friend--that he turns and leaves without another thought.

He is back a day later. He has never known how to keep his distance from things that can hurt him, that's what his mother always said. Too curious by half. Too sure of his own invincibility. That's what his master always said.

Anakin isn't sure of anything anymore.

"Why did you kill him?" Anakin asks. Obi-Wan's beard is longer. He is still on the floor. It rankles, the sight of him brought so low. "Did someone tell you to?"

Obi-Wan lets his head fall forward, a puppet with its strings cut. "Do you think me so biddable, Anakin?"

Anakin today. Not padawan. As if Obi-Wan has learned his lesson. As if he is as desperate for Anakin to linger in his presence as Anakin is hopelessly addicted to returning.

Padmé had tried to stop him this morning. Had tried to tell him it would do no good to see him, that the justice system would do its work, that Anakin was only hurting himself by returning over and over again. She pointed out that he had nightmares last night, for the first time since the news of the Chancellor's death reached them.

He hadn't had the heart to tell her that his nightmares were not about the Chancellor dying, but about Obi-Wan facing down an execution squad. About Anakin, standing on the deck of the Invisible Hand, Palpatine's voice in his ear, telling him to do it, do it. Cut off the traitor's head, only to look down and find that the two sabers he is holding are familiar to him, and person on his knees before him is his master.

Anakin had woken with a yell around one in the morning, sweat soaked and shaking. He hadn't been able to sleep again.

Maybe that's why he feels so alive now, slightly manic and still trembling as he paces in front of the Force barrier of Obi-Wan's cell. Did someone tell Obi-Wan to cut him down? he'd had the thought somewhere around five in the morning. Had it been someone Obi-Wan trusted? Someone he loved?

Who stood to gain from the death of the Chancellor? Who had the Chancellor ever hurt or threatened?

Anakin walks as close as he dares to get to the cell. "Master," he says, coaxes really, pushing forward until he can hear the hum of the force field.

Obi-Wan's head thumps back against the wall and he watches him from under his eyelashes.

"Master, I'm with you, alright? Hey, I'm with you, always, alright, always, so if someone told you, manipulated you, just tell me please. I'll find them. I'll get them to turn themselves in, master. Just tell me. Why did you kill him?"

Obi-Wan closes his eyes. He looks for all the world as if he is meditating, save for that collar around his neck. The prison garb. He doesn't look like a murderer, but he is. He is. He killed the Chancellor. He is going to face execution. Anakin is going to have to watch him die too and all he can think is that he knows that Obi-Wan doesn't even kriffing like sugar in his karking tea.

"Answer me!" Anakin yells, lifting his fist and forgetting himself for just long enough that he slams it against the barrier. He pulls it back with a curse as the force field short-circuits his mech arm and the prison alarm blares out a warning siren.

This time, he is led away from the cell by a Coruscanti guard. He is advised to not return for a standard week. The entire time he is exiled from the prison, the only thing he can think about is the expression on Obi-Wan's face as he watches him leave: eyes wide open and forehead wrinkled with concern, as if worried that Anakin had hurt himself.

The day after he is allowed to return, he does. He does not want to seem too eager or desperate, so he waits until it's early in the evening before pointing his speeder towards the prison unit.

"It had to have been someone you loved," Anakin announces as he stops in front of Obi-Wan's cell. He's in his bed this time, lying on his back and looking at the ceiling. He does not twitch at Anakin's voice, though Anakin can tell that he's not asleep, though his eyes are closed. He can tell just from the minute lines of tension he's holding in his shoulders, his neck.

How can Anakin know him so well and not know that he is capable of this? Of murder on this scale?

"Hm?" Obi-Wan finally says, when the silence drags on and it becomes clear that Anakin will not say more until he has engaged. Anakin watches this war play out in the subtle movements of Obi-Wan's facial muscles as well. He knows him so well. He knows him better than he knows anyone else in the galaxy.

"The person you killed him for. You had to have loved him more than anything else in the entire galaxy to kill a man the way you did. Defenseless. Over sugar. You don't--you don't even take sugar in your tea! It was a coward's way of killing--and it doesn't--you would never. Not unless it was for someone you loved."

Obi-Wan's eyes blink open, but he doesn't look away from the ceiling. He doesn't look at Anakin.

"I don't--I don't know what harm you think Sheev Palpatine could cause to anyone, but that has to be it. Nothing else makes sense. You loved someone enough to kill for them, and you killed the Chancellor."

The words come out easily. Anakin has practiced them for a week now; it is the only thing that makes sense. Nothing else makes sense. Nothing else but love could make a man like Obi-Wan do what he did. He must have loved someone a lot. He must love them more than the Republic. More than his own freedom.

The first time Anakin had told Padmé his theory, she'd looked at him for ages, until he'd grown angry and defensive. She'd touched his arm, as if that could hold back this hurricane brewing inside his chest, and said, "I don't know if you're right, Ani. I don't know if I think you're wrong either. It's just...you sound so...jealous."

At least Obi-Wan doesn't say the same thing. But what he does say may be even worse. Because he doesn't deny it. He doesn't protest. All he says is, "And who is it that you think I love more than anything else in the galaxy, padawan?"

Anakin has thought about this, too. "Bail Organa," he makes himself say, even though the name curls his lips up into a sneer. Bail Organa, the man who has been voted the interim Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. The man who has gotten everything from this assassination, while Anakin has had his everything taken away.

On his cot, Obi-Wan's eyes slide closed. His mouth quirks up. "Ah," he says, as if he has had something he has long expected to confirmed to him. He says nothing else.

It makes Anakin want to hit the barrier again. It makes him want to scream. It makes him want to be petty, hurt Obi-Wan back in the same way that Anakin feels hurt even though it doesn't make sense, none of this makes sense. But it feels as if Obi-Wan has kept half of himself secret from Anakin, a whole love, his entire capacity to love, and Anakin wants to prove that he has as well.

So he says, voice mean and sharp, "Padmé is pregnant. The med-droid says it is twins."

Everything else remains unspoken, but surely audible. That they are his. That he never stopped seeing Padmé. Perhaps even that she is his wife.

On the cot, behind the Force barrier, in his chains, Obi-Wan opens his eyes and blinks at the ceiling. His lips form a small smile, as he says, still not looking at Anakin, still not looking at Anakin, "I know, dear one. Why do you think the Chancellor had to die?"

[mothtano]

obi-wan: where could anakin be?

*explosion goes off in the distance*

obi-wan: ah, found him.

[justapotatoesack]

Pov: Fox watching the dumbass's he calls brothers cause chaos w/ their respective jedi

The cup translates to "galaxy's best commander" on the top and "love the gaurd" on the bottom

It's a mug one of the gaurd made him for life day <3 (commissions)

[pararararablof]

🫵👊🫶

[adakechi]

you're gonna look at me and tell me that im wrong? am i wrong?

[ultrainstinctslasher]

Do you guys think Sabè listens to ‘Good Luck, Babe!’ By Chappell Roan and thinks of Padmè

[jeunefilledefeu]

this was a few days ago already but no joke when that thumbnail popped on my recos with that 4 hour runtime i fucking screamed. he made my entire week there.

[galactic-rhea]

Did you have any foreknowledge that Anakin would become Darth Vader? I feel like even if you had Revenge of the Sith must have been quite an experience

Lmao I didn't know that until I came across this gif here in tumblr:

'oh damn'

That said, because of that gif, I did know he was going to be one of the most iconic and recognizeable villains of cinema by the time I started to watch the movies. But, my knowledge of what would happen was very, very narrow, I was very in the dark about it lol

Is easier to point out the things that I knew when starting the movies than the ones I didn't:

-He would lose his limbs (I did not know how, I didn't know he literally burned. And I only knew that he loses his limbs because my partner )

-He kills kids (and that I knew just because a meme that my hubby had to explain to me, but I didn't know the circumstances. In fact, what I pictured was much worse LOL)

-He kills(? Padmé (I asked my hubby if he and Padmé divorced, and he just decided to throw that spoiler at me like "no, he kills her accidentally" without further context and I was like...oh woah okay...I...generally don't like villains that kill their wives but i'll still check that out)

-Samuel L. Jackson is in these movies! :D

-HE IS LUKE'S FATHER OMG OMG AND IS TWINS OMG LEIA?? ...Wait don't Leia and Luke kiss- Oh okay

And sufficient to say: ROTS still destroyed me emotionally, what a trip. But I had a blast watching these movies, and it was also a blast watching the Original Trilogy after that! I was so, so stunned about the end of ROTJ, because seriously I always thought Luke kills Vader even when my interest on SW was below zero.

And no, I still don't know how at 24 i managed to know so little about Star Wars SJNKJNSDF

What I thought would happen in these movies was that my guy here was going to be just this cool merciless villain from about the get-go and we would just met him as an adult already. Like, he would be this dark jedi working by himself ruining the order from the inside, going into murders on weekends and blame someone else for fun, the war would be his doing, and being creepy towards everyone included his wife was probably his hobby, idk, you get it, your basic 'cool lonely villain', like maybe a Sauron of sorts.

And then George Lucas tackled me with... this

Hey, I'm not complaining.

My hiperfixation on Anakin and Star Wars helped me a lot with my depression, truth be told!

[bird-prince-art]

This is what Anakin looks like right before Obi-Wan gets onto him

[dragonpyre]

wait hi hello what the frick is this star wars au you talked about i must know immediately

Ok so it’s not very well fleshed out, but the premise is SOMEHOW Obi-Wan was the one who went dark side instead of Anakin (don’t ask me how, idk. Maybe it was to protect Anakin from going down that path) and the Republic falls and the Purge happens.

Anyhoo, Anakin thinks Padmé died and Padmé thinks Anakin and everyone else died and is now in hiding. Meanwhile Anakin and Ahsoka have fucked off into hiding together and are just two siblings struggling for survival.

One day Anakin breaks down and spills everything to Ahsoka - the secret marriage, the pregnancy, everything - and they grieve together. Eventually somehow they end up on Bracca and find a little Cal and are like “well, new brother I guess” and adopt him. Maybe they even run into the Bad Batch.

[tideswept]

WIP Wednesday

Still deciding on whether to split this into two chapters or post as one whole thing BUT BEHOLD: age reversal Obikin with PadObi and Senator!Anakin for 🎇spice.✨

"Do you have a death wish?"

Skyewalker blinked one eye up at Obi-Wan, the other hidden under a gingerly held ice pack. "Not particularly,” he replied nonchalantly. 

“Then why the kar—” Obi-Wan’s teeth snapped shut, face fraught and rigid with frustration. He couldn't swear at a Senator. No matter how much of a menace, a travesty, or a ridiculous man masquerading at respectability he might be.

Skywalker wisely chose to remain quiet. A dark smear of blood marred the corner of his mouth on the opposite side of the blooming black eye. Outraged at losing the race, that same Trandoshan who’d thrown the first punch had followed up with a jab. If Obi-Wan hadn’t intervened, Skywalker would have been in trouble—and for what? The thrill of a race? Boredom? Restlessness?

All of the above?

And to think that all this had been meant to be a straightforward assignment while Qui-Gon attended to personal business. Adrift, masterless, Obi-Wan had been itching for something to do when Master Windu had asked if he would be willing to provide protection for a new Senator who had been receiving death threats.

Obi-Wan, more fool he, had agreed. But he hadn’t known. There was no way he could have known that his biggest headache would turn out to be the man himself.

[tennessoui]

feel free to ignore if you want!!

i was rereading the reverse master/padawan au (the one shots, not foolish, foolhardy) and started wondering…. what would happen if anakin fell in this au?? like whyyy would he falll, would mustafar still play out, would it still play out THE SAME WAY?!?! would obi wan join the resistance or would he chase after Vader? would they then meet for the first time again on a BATTLEFIELD?? would anakin then choose murder or mother hen mode ??

anyway there are too many question marks here, but you get the point ! this was just a curious ask so dw about it

p.s happy Halloween, ily and your writing !!

i always welcome questions about burn every bridge 🧡🧡 i would say my immediate thought is that padawan obi-wan would just have to pout at his old master and anakin would fall back in line immediately. no falling for him. obi-wan would be disappointed--or worse! sad!! he would cry and anakin cannot stand that!

but to entertain the thought, let's say he did fall. they knight obi-wan, effectively taking him away from anakin (in anakin's mind) and obi-wan is so caught up in being a new Knight that he doesn't come and visit anakin a lot which leaves anakin vulnerable to palpatine's manipulations and anakin falls and helps to kill the order that took his padawan away from him (obi-wan went on a two night mission off planet. anakin is just being dramatic)

i feel like when obi-wan gets back and discovers what has happened, he wants to go to anakin and confront him (maybe even battle of mustafar style) but yoda knows that obi-wan would not be able to kill his old master and probably wouldn't be able to win so he tells obi-wan that anakin is gone, consumed by the dark and there is no reasoning with him and so no one goes after vader immediately after his fall the surviving jedi know that there's nothing vader would want more than a chance to capture obi-wan so they probably hide him away. like on tatooine, baby luke level of hide him away except obi-wan is a willful twenty-five year old boy who wants to help the rebellion because if he's fighting he can't think about his broken heart

so he probably does run off and join the rebellion and they probably do see each other again on a battlefield a few years later and vader probably does rip apart ships and people and planets to get to obi-wan and then he probably cradles his face delicately in his hands like he's the sweetest thing in the entire galaxy and then it probably does take only one obi-wan tearful pout for vader to un-Fall lol

[mothtano]

anakin: please don’t be mad :)

obi-wan: i’m not mad, i’m just disappointed.

anakin: no that’s so much worse—please be mad, please be mad—

[starwarsbundle]

The Clone Wars Headcannons they probably deserve; pt. 3/6

Hey. I like Good Omens. But I also like Star Wars. And I don’t know, are word burnouts a thing? Oh well.

Sooo… I’m back with Ahsoka Tano! Let’s dive in!

Is a carnivore. Raw meat carnivore if she can get it. I really like to think that she’s got a jaw full of awesome carnivore teeth… because the ideas are endless! Freaking Anakin out by presenting him with a baby tooth (fang), going HAM and biting sh$tty senators… pranking the cr&p out of the 501st… being Padmé’s scary dog privilege… mmm yes. I like. (Of course only Obi Wan knows that Togruta are carnivores… he’s the informed one, ya’ll).

Likes tank tops. As a casual!SokaAU, I imagine 80% of her wardrobe is just… a whole plethora of multicolored/patterned tank tops. She’d cut t-shirts into cropped t-shirts too.

Is definitely the main source of morale/hyping her 501st bros. Come on, she decided it day 1. We ain’t going back.

P.S. THEY LOVE IT. LOOK, TINY FIERCE TEENAGER WHO CAN AND WILL KILL YOU. YEAH. The 501st hype her equally. They LOVE their little sister. (Big sister?? You wanna do age or height?)

If Obi Wan is Sass King, Ahsoka is Sass Queen. Big time. And Burn Queen too. She learned extra sass from her grandad(tm) and roasting from her big bro(tm) [and not Mustafar, y’know what I mean guys].

Likes pop music. I know I know, I only thought about this one for all of two (2) seconds, but she seems like a Chappell Roan kinda gal. Like… Hot To Go, y’know?

Also. Ahsoka as a lesbian. I buy that. Bi at the very least. Cause straight? Ya girl ain’t that.

When she goes out with the boys (minus Anakin) she’s definitely picked as the responsible adult by general consensus. Fives and Echo are only 10 year olds. Ahsoka can drive if she wants. Good enough for them.

Likes Fanta. That’s all.

Makes a better shopping advisor to Padmé than Anakin does. Outfit advisor too. Would like playing dress-up with Padmé’s old clothes. Padmé would let her, too.

Is probably the definition of “could kill you in an instant but won’t.”

Pray for my braincells… I’m tired 🥱