#· * ⁎ ━ anakin. ❛ he lost himself somewhere in the darkness.

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This Wasn't The Plan (Former!Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Angsty. Spoiler alert: main character dies

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When an old friend reaches out to you asking for help, but the mission doesn't go as planned.

This is set 9 years after the events of Revenge of the Sith. Your former lover, Anakin Skywalker, has turned to the dark side and had become a Sith Lord by the name of Darth Vader. But you don't know that. You believed in Obi-Wan's lie that Anakin had died on Mustafar and that the Republic had fallen into the hands of the Sith Lord, Darth Sidious who had created the Empire. The hunt for surviving Jedi ensues. This forces you and Obi-Wan to go your separate ways and into hiding to protect yourselves from the inquisitors who are on the hunt for the both of you.

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I packed some rations in my bag, the last thing I needed before heading out. I looked at my lightsaber that was on my bed, deciding if I should bring it or not. After putting some thought to it, I sigh to myself, clipping it to the belt of my old Jedi robe I was currently wearing. I set out to meet up with Obi Wan at the coordinates he had sent me. It had been 9 years since I had seen my good friend. I didn't think he would ever contact me again, especially through the force. But apparently this was an urgent matter.

Obi-Wan told me there wasn't much information given to him when he reached out to me. Apparently he had gotten a holographic message from an unknown individual, saying that there were some former Jedis needing our help on the planet of Kashyyyk. I was hesitant at first about the mission, but he convinced me to come along with him. Plus, it's not like I had anything better to do with my life. I was a scavenger, I tore apart ships and weapons from the Empire and resold the parts to make a living off of them. I didn't earn much, but it was enough to keep me alive.

The Jedi had fallen years ago from Order 66. My masters, my fellow Jedi who I had trained with, the younglings whom I taught, most of them didn't make it from the purge--they were all killed. Anakin, the love of my life was killed right before the Empire had rose to power, I lost my best friend; Padme. Obi-Wan and I had gone our separate ways and went into hiding. Just when we thought everything was going well at the time, that glory had dissolved as if it were nothing.

There have been many times I had cried myself to sleep at the thought of losing Anakin. Part of me still believes that he's alive somewhere in the star system and part of me wants to believe what Obi-Wan has told me; that Anakin is truly dead and that I need to move on to live for myself. As much as I wanted to reach out through the force to him, I couldn't. I was worried that an inquisitor was nearby and could sense me. Or worse, the belligerent Darth Vader who has been in a pursuit of killing Jedi since they had they had fallen. I had to close myself off the force many years ago. Now that Obi-Wan needs me, this puts the both of us at risk of falling into the hands of the Empire and Darth Vader.

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"It's good to see you again my old friend." Obi-Wan said, embracing me into a tight hug, to which I happily returned. Obi-Wan aged quite a bit the last time I saw him. The wrinkles around his eyes were prominent now, his beard grown out and untamed.

"And you as well Obi. Maker...it's been so long." I said, getting a little teary-eyed at our little reunion. Obi-Wan looked at me with sad eyes, nodding in agreement.

"Well, we have a long way to Kashyyyk, that should give us time to catch up Y/N." He gave me a small smile, as we made our way into his small ship, setting course to Kashyyyk to help our Jedi brothers and sisters.

"Do you have a plan?" I spoke up, breaking the long period of silence between us. Obi-Wan scoffed at my question.

"Well of course I do Y/N, you didn't think I would go in blindly would you?" He replied, smiling to himself. I snorted at his response, reminding me the many memories I have of him, Anakin, and I back in the days of the Clone Wars. Anakin and I were the ones that would go guns-blazing in during missions. Obi-Wan would always be the person coming up with the plans beforehand, to which sometimes Anakin and I did follow, sometimes.

Obi-Wan runs over the plan with me. The coordinates that he was provided had given us a location at a base in the lush forests of Kashyyyk. Apparently that's where the Jedi are said to be located. Once we land, we would split up to find any remaining Jedi and relocate them back to Alderaan. Obi-Wan had been in touch with Bail Organa since the fall of the Republic and had informed him about this mission.

The ship lands on an empty landing pad that was located outside the entrance of what looked like an abandoned temple. Obi-Wan and I exit out the ship, taking a look around our surroundings.

"I've got a bad feeling about this" I spoke up, scanning the environment.

"Meet me back here in an hour. If you can find any Jedi, we'll relocate them to Alderaan." Obi-Wan said.

"Sounds good to me." I responded. We both make our way into the temple, going separate ways once we enter.

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The Sith Lord stands tall as he gazes at the stars through the windows of the ship. He ponders to himself, when all of sudden he felt something in the force. Assuming that the presence was belonging to his former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Vader smiles to himself for being able to finally have Obi-Wan walk into his trap after what he had done to him all those years ago. But then he felt the pull become stronger and stronger by the moment. No... it can't be, the Sith Lord thinks to himself. It couldn't possibly be her. Y/N... You died 9 years ago. The remnants of your ship were in pieces when he had searched for you. You couldn't have survived the impact at the state of ship he found it in. When Anakin--Vader, had found the japor snippet that he had given you was on the ground, it pushed him further to believe that you had died on impact. He believed your clones got to you when Order 66 occurred. He blamed himself for causing your death. You deserved a better fate. But at the same time, he didn't want you to see what he had become.

Vader pushed his thoughts to the side. Still believing that you had died all those years ago.

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A good amount of time had passed. I wasn't sure how long it had been but it surely has been over an hour. I hadn't seen any Jedi yet, yet alone any traces of any Jedi being here. Something isn't right, I know it isn't because the force has been trying to tell me something since we landed.

I felt another presence in the force. It didn't feel like it was Obi-Wan. I froze in place, hearing footsteps in the distance; becoming closer and closer to me. I turn around, igniting my lightsaber as I was met with an inquisitor standing behind me with their double-bladed lightsaber already ignited.

"Well, well, you're not definitely Kenobi. But I'll gladly take you in as well." The inquisitor said, stepping closer to me as I took a step back. I wasn't fit to fight them. It had been years since I last fought with my lightsaber. Without thinking, I immediately turned around and ran away from the inquisitor. I took out my comlink to get a hold of Obi-Wan as I ran to find the exit.

"OBI-WAN, IT'S A TRAP!!" I yelled into the comlink, but I was met with static in response. The connection wasn't strong, perhaps the inquisitors had intercepted our communication or the connection on Kashyyyk just wasn't as good.

I found myself in what looked like an abandoned throne room. I hid myself behind the throne, trying to catch my breath as I tried to disconnect my force signature so the inquisitor wouldn't find me as easily. I cursed myself for agreeing to come along with Obi-Wan on this fallacious mission.

As the footsteps of the inquisitor drew nearer and nearer to the room. I overheard the inquisitor's voice, as if they were talking to someone else. I peaked my head over the throne to see the inquisitor in the doorway talking to a holographic figure on their wrist.

"Lord Vader, it's important that you know that not only one Jedi has fallen into your trap but two." The inquisitor said boastfully, holding up a hologram of Lord Vader.

"Very well inquisitor. Locate them now. I will deal with Kenobi and his friend accordingly. I want them alive." Lord Vader's mechanical voice booming through the hologram.

"Yes my lord." The inquisitor turns off the hologram, scoffing to themselves and kicking a pebble off the ground. "Why do they matter to you this much?" the inquisitor says under his mouth.

I held my breath, hoping that the inquisitor doesn't walk into the room I'm in. When I don't see them in the door way I make a run towards the door, only to be stopped by the inquisitor.

"Nice try, but I have orders to follow Jedi scum." the inquisitor spat at me, blocking the doorway. I furrow my eyebrows, igniting my lightsaber again.

"You won't take me alive."

"I wish I didn't have to, but I have orders from Lord Vader himself." the inquisitors says before swinging their double-bladed lightsaber. Our lightsabers clashing with one another. I try catching my breath as I fight the inquisitor, but the 9 years without fighting, has made me lose some abilities in my Jedi skills.

"I see the years have not been kind to you. You're out of shape grandma." the inquisitor comments. I grunt in response and roundhouse kick the inquisitor, sending them flying across the room. The inquisitor gets back on their feet again and darts towards me.

Just when I think I can take them down, the inquisitor's blade makes contact with my shoulder. I cry out in pain as I'm thrown off balance. I step back, grasping my shoulder that was just cut. The cut was bright red and burning.

The inquisitor laughs at my pathetic state. Determined to take down this inquisitor, I run towards them with my saber. I was able to dodge their first swing, but on the second swing, the inquisitor's blade had found itself impaled through my stomach. I let out a gasp. The inquisitor looking surprised at themselves at what they did.

The inquisitor draws their blade back. My saber falls out of my hand and rolls away from me as my body hits the ground. I clutch the part of my stomach where I had been just stabbed.

I try to control my breathing as I watched as the inquisitor walk out the room without saying a word to me. The building starts rumbling, as if it was starting to crumble down.

Then next thing I know, I see Obi-Wan running into the room, running up to me.

"Y/N!" Obi-Wan kneels down and cradles me in his arms. He brushes a strand a hair away from my face, his hand now holding one of my hands.

"Y/N stay with me now. I'm gonna get you out of here." Obi-Wan looks at me and looks down at my wound. His eyes were filled with panic with the hole inside my stomach.

"O-Obi Wan, you have to go." I said weakly, looking at him.

"I won't leave you here Y/N." He responded, squeezing my hand and body tightly.

"Y-you'll die here." I said as the building starts to crumble piece by piece. Pieces of stone and debris falling from the ceiling.

"Don't say such nonsense, we have to go" He pleaded.

"Obi-Wan...My place is here.. and... he's here...I can sense him." I breathe out. The hole in my stomach making it harder for me to breathe.

Obi-Wan's eyes widen. He knew he was here as well. Obi-Wan was about to lift me off the ground until I spoke up.

"Leave me here Obi-Wan...Get out of here...S-save..your..self" I huffed out my last breath.

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Your body goes limp in the arms of Obi-Wan. The last thing you saw was a dark figure, watching from the doorway before your body succumbed to your injury. Vader... You whispered under your final breath before dying in the arms of Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan lets out a strangled cry. He closes your eyelids as the feeling of guilt creeps up on him. But the mourning over his good friend was short-lived. Obi-Wan freezes in place as he feels Vader's presence nearby. When he looked up, he saw the Sith Lord standing by the doorway, menacingly. Obi-Wan, lays your body down on the cold stone floor, now towering over your body to square up with the Sith Lord.

Vader who had been watching the entire situation unravel, his breathing became heavier as he starts to hyperventilate. Causing the temple to shake even more, pieces of the temple fell down around them. He had felt you, he felt your pain. Your first cry was enough to have the Sith Lord come and look for you, but your second cry was enough for him to feel the amount pain you were in.

"What have you done?!" Vader's mechanical voice barked, echoing through the room.

"This was your doing Anakin!" His former master retorted. Vader slowly makes his way over to him, striding menacingly to where Obi-Wan and your lifeless body was.

Obi-Wan backs up away from Vader. Vader kneels next your body and touches the nape of your neck to find a pulse to confirm that you weren't dead, but it was too late. He clenched his fist and lets out a booming cry. Obi-Wan couldn't see it, but he was crying under the mask. The building continue to shake more under his agony.

"Leave. Now." He said, glancing back up at his former master. Obi-Wan was hesitant at first, but soon nodded in response and made his way out of the crumbling building towards his ship.

Vader scooped up your body and carried you bridal style out of the building, making sure to give you a proper burial once he landed on a planet worthy of your funeral. As he makes his way out, he and Obi Wan look at each other one last time before Obi-Wan takes off in his ship.

Vader boards his ship, laying your body down on the table. He takes off his helmet, revealing his long blonde locks and handsome face that were still in pristine condition. He examines your face for sometime. Forgetting how beautiful you were. The years have not been kind to you. He noticed how your cheekbones are more prominent now, perhaps due to lack of food and having to remain in hiding. He brushed your hair with his gloved hand and started whispering all the things he wanted to tell you. He wanted to start a family with you after the war was over, but it is far too late for that now. He wanted to raise his family on Naboo, or Alderaan. The life he dreamt with you, had diminished the day he founds the remains of your ship.

He started to feel guilty for being the reason of causing you a great deal of suffering and now, he was now the reason for your death. He sat next to your body and had held your left hand that still bore the wedding ring he made for you. You both had gotten secretly married on Naboo, just right after the Clone Wars had begun.

After a good amount of time had passed, Anakin--Vader had eventually gotten up from his seat and took off his cape to cover your body with it.

This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go. He didn't expect you to be here, let alone be alive. All he wanted was his revenge on Kenobi, but little did he know that you would be caught in the middle of it.

The guilt that Obi-Wan had felt was unbearable at first. He wished he didn't rope you into this mission. He didn't think for one second that this could have been a trap for himself and for the both of you. Obi-Wan lives out his days with a heavy heart for being the reason you died.

Vader spends the next several years alone, wondering about the day he will kick the bucket. It isn't until one day, a new hope emerges and relieves from him the dark side. Where he would redeem himself and be reunited with you as your force ghost had waited a long time for him to join you in the afterlife. Together, you both spend an eternity together without having to suffer ever again.

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How to Disappear (Epilogue)

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Anakin says goodbye to you on Naboo.

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Anakin never thought he would have to bury another body.

Yet here he was, on Naboo, staring at the foot of a white marble statue beside the lake where he had found you. It was of a woman posing with her hands laced at her stomach, gazing mournfully in the distance. She stood at least a few feet taller than him and didn’t seem bothered by his presence. He wondered how long she stood there. By the discoloration, cracks, and vines that snaked around her body, he assumed a while.

Anakin liked that about statues; they never died. They remained frozen in time, unable to leave, unable to understand, and immortalized into precious stone. Maybe that was what charmed him about Naboo. Life is vividly captured in its foundations, unlike Tatooine, where it drained like grains of sand down the dunes, or Coruscant, where the sun only reached the towering skyscrapers.

Green fields speckled with unusually colorful flowers painted the hills of Naboo. Not one leaf, twig, or rock felt out of place. The warmth on his skin is welcomed, and the dark robe he usually wore is forgotten in the cockpit of the small ship he had stolen on that fateful night.

The halls of the Imperial Palace follow him in his dreams. Marble pillars line that never-ending rug, which reached in either direction with no end in sight. This dream isn’t like any other he had. No amount of pinching or prodding is enough to keep them at bay. The bloody shoe prints return, staining the never-ending rug, and the hairs on Anakin’s neck shiver violently. The sharp tug of a taut string vibrates in his ear; it’s the blood rushing to his face. You call his name from somewhere far away. And then, and only then, will he wake up in a sweat.

In a strange way, he haunted that place as much as you did.

But here, on Naboo, there was life. Life lived on, and so he would too, even if you weren’t here to experience it with him. Which is why he chose to bury you here, at the foot of a Nabooian statue, to protect you wherever you were. It helped that the statue looked somewhat like you. If he really wanted to, he could close his eyes and imagine that the shadow cast on his face was you. Maybe he would fall for the ruse, but ultimately, no matter how hard he tried, he would open his eyes, and the stone-cold woman would still be staring off into the distance.

His shoulders fall.

Anakin never found your body. After Palpatine’s death, he left half alive, stumbling through the halls of Coruscant, shivering with a throbbing headache and a gaping hole in his stomach. The only evidence he had been there were the bloody footprints after he limped through the pool of Palpatine’s blood and down the never-ending rug that he sees in his dreams. He stole a small ship to escape—the smallest one he could find—while bleeding out in order to make his departure as discreet as possible. The next days were a fever dream, where he relied on his botched memory of Obi-Wan teaching him how to administer first aid to himself. He had only been a Padawan then, and he thought Obi-Wan was only trying to waste his time because why would Anakin need to learn something so trivial when there were always medical droids and ships nearby?

Weeks passed until Anakin could stand without the feeling of fainting or the urge to vomit. He had been extremely lucky to survive the attack and have half a mind to set his new cramped ship to autopilot before he lost too much blood. It was when he was starting to come around that he grabbed his dark robe, which had been tossed aside carelessly, and found your lightsaber buried in the pocket. He cried that night and popped a few stitches from his effort.

Anakin returned to the Imperial Palace when his wound was healed enough. He planned to recover your body so he could bury it on Naboo with your mother. But when his small ship rattled into the Coruscanti atmosphere, all that was left of the Imperial Palace were ashes. Rioters and rebels alike mobbed the place, trashing the ancient marble foundations and setting fire to the remains of the Empire, taking what was left of you with it.

So he figured if he couldn’t bury your body, he would do the next best thing and bury your lightsaber at the foot of the marble statue on your home planet. Anakin didn’t necessarily believe in trivial things like an afterlife. Neither the Jedi nor the Sith believed in it. But he would be damned if he didn’t honor you in some way. Later, he would try to find your mother so he could give her the respect she deserved in her death since he never gave it to her that day when she was alive.

On Naboo, the wind whistled through the trees and water lapped at the sandy shores, but Anakin could not hear a thing. The silence, he realized, was his own. A great, big, loud silence deafened the rustling of leaves and the howling air.

The thundering rhythm of his heart beat inside his chest, roaring into his ears. The more he listened to it, the louder it grew. Live, live, live, it told him. But how could he, when his heart was trapped in a prison others call a ribcage and its true home belonged to a body that was lost in the ashes of Coruscant?

When the ringing in Anakin’s ears settled, he heard the crunch of a twig behind him. He must really have gone mad, he thought to himself, because his gut twisted in an eager way as if somehow your ghost would be approaching him. He could feel it now, your hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it in that reassuring way that was so uniquely you. As if you had the power to fight away all his monsters with one gentle action.

And it all came down to one thing: Anakin couldn’t move on. Even during his time as Vader, he haunted the remains of the Jedi Temple as a clothed, dark figure—a ghost of who he once was. And while he didn’t have a glowing blue figure, he floated through the halls as one, haunting the late hours of the night like one. Some people whispered his name as if he were one. Death followed him like that.

“Anakin.”

He could hear her voice whistle his name in the wind. If he weren’t straining his ears, he would have missed it like he missed most things in his life. Palpatine, you, even the Jedi Council. And how about those untold stories that unfolded behind closed doors, distant whispers, and Obi-Wans tired eyes? Flames consumed them when the Jedi Temple burned. The hungry fires would devour all those unsaid words, leaving behind ashes scattered across the galaxy. It would be fruitless to attempt to stitch those brittle grains back together.

The wind whistled again, beating violently at his robe that flapped in its path. There was that sound again, and that airy ghost that climbed his spine like a ladder. The wind was his new ghost.

The wind causes his robe to flap so violently that he mistakes the feeling for a hand on his shoulder. Of course, this was the wind’s new way of haunting him.

“Will you turn around?”

His blood runs cold. The weight on his shoulder was a hand made out of skin—the flesh and bone kind. It was too good to be true. It couldn't be.

The wind, his new ghost, strangled the air out of his windpipe, sucking all the oxygen out of his lungs for itself. Which was fine; Anakin didn’t have a use for his breath anyway. But suddenly you were standing before him as you did many years ago, and it took everything in him to not lunge forward and trap you in his arms out of fear that you might slip away.

“How?” Anakin felt like he was floating outside his own body.

“The Force?” You shrugged.

You stood in front of the white marble statue, facing him as if it were perfectly normal to rise from the dead and stand on the soil that was supposed to be your memorial. Anakin doesn’t understand it, and he never thinks he will.

“Do you remember that night I nearly died?”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed. No, Anakin wasn't there when you died. Palpatine told him that you crashed on your mission to the Outer Rim.

As if you could read his mind, you add, “no, the night I nearly died. When I was trapped in that cave with all those people?”

Anakin nods, still confused about how this was supposed to make any sense.

“I think I did die that night. I was bleeding out in that cave, and then the next thing I knew, I was at the top of a cliff, watching that village burn..." You trailed off. “But I wasn’t alone. I could feel the Force, it was there with me. I think the Force took half of me that day; I never felt whole after that.”

Anakin tried his best to listen, but he was too overwhelmed and had to fight the sickness that quelled in his stomach. “Then how are you here? Am I imagining you?”

Your hand reached to cup his jaw with a small smile.

“No,” you laughed, a buttery sound that melted his muscles. “What I meant was that I think I’ve been split between two worlds. The living and the dead. Half of me was with the Force, and the other half of me was with you.”

Anakin’s head was too full to process the information. All he could think of was you, you, you…

Your flushed cheeks burn against the back of his eyes in a hauntingly delightful way. He refused to blink until it was engraved in his mind.

Alive, alive, alive…

“I saw your body on Coruscant,” Anakin tried to breathe.

“I know…” You stepped closer, holding his head more firmly between both your hands. “I was—”

The look in his eyes stopped you. You could see frozen lakes beginning to crack under the pressure.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, pressing your forehead to his. “It’s all over now.”

You could feel Anakin’s heartbeat thundering against your chest, and with a shuddering realization, he could feel yours too.

Anakin licked his dry lips. "So... this is only half of you?” His arms held you firmly to his chest, afraid to let go.

“With you, Anakin?” You brushed the scar across his eye. “With you, I am whole.”

And after spending what felt like eons adrift in the Force and feverish nights spent fighting off nightmares, you closed the distance and pressed a kiss of life against his lips.

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It took Anakin a month to tell you about your mother. Not that you ever asked him, but he knew he would have to break it to you eventually. You were cuddled against his bare chest with his metal arm draped comfortably around your waist when he told you.

The Nabooian wind that blew through the cottage window sent a shiver down your spine. Anakin had forgotten to close it the other night, being too absorbed in the summer heat of the countryside, only to forget how the temperature dropped once the sun sank beneath the horizon. It was a strange but welcome feeling to awaken like this, wrapped in his arms. Anakin had developed a summer tan and the habit of hogging the sheets, the latter of which you summed up being because he kept forgetting to shut the window.

It had been a month of this routine. Shiver, roll over, pry the sheets from Anakin’s grip, and snuggle into his body for warmth. Usually, you both stayed like this for a while until you begrudgingly retreated away from your nest to begin your day with the window still ajar. It was either the rattling of the plants at the open window or Anakin’s own tossing and turning that would rouse him.

Today, it was neither. It was your ice-cold nose poking into his collarbone and the tickle of your hair against his skin. He watched you sleep, slowly running his metal fingers up and down your arm as tenderly as he could. You shiver in response, and the hairs on your arm stand up.

Guilt consumes him immediately.

You were still fast asleep, but Anakin hated disturbing you in any shape or form. Which is why he lay there that morning staring up at the ceiling while ignoring the growls of his stomach. A month of selfish bliss he spent catching up on lost time. A month spent putting off all the ugly truths that would shatter their blanket of happiness.

Your mother was the largest shadow that hung over him. He knew he had to break the news eventually. Since living in Naboo with you, it would only be a matter of time before curiosity got the better of you and you went out in search of your mother. It burdened him greatly that he would have to be the one to break the news to you, but he supposed it would burden you more if he never told you.

The truth left his lips that morning while you were tangled with him in bed.

“I know.”

You said it so plainly that his blood ran cold.

“You knew?”

“Yes, I saw her when I was dead. We hugged and talked. She forgives you.”

Anakin inhaled sharply. Forgiveness was the last thing he deserved. His mouth opened to try to make sense of it, but he was at a loss for words. Your mother had no reason to forgive him. He wondered if you only said it to appease him before pushing away the thought, knowing you better than that. Anakin’s flesh hand grabbed one of yours, which was resting on his chest, giving it a squeeze.

“Do you forgive me?” Anakin’s voice was only a crack above a whisper.

You blinked up at him blankly, the same way you did when you were a Force ghost. It was somewhere between curious and confused.

In that moment, you saw him for all he is, for all his shades of blue refracting off him and into your light.

It was quiet, then:

“Yes.”

[xstarkillerx]

A Bit of Ahsoka, Luke, Starkiller Meta-commentary

By the way this is one of my favourite little comics ever, I will be relogging it multiple times whenever the urge hits me, because there’s so many thought rabbit holes it leads me down. Like holy shit, what a dynamic these three have, it's GUT WRENCHING.

Sam Witwer, Starkiller himself, on multiple occasions has spoken about the nature of Sith, why they are the way they are, and how the dark side shifts your outlook on life in very concrete ways. “Turning to the dark side” is not this vague loss of morality, it’s a state of emotional and spiritual stasis wherein one does not grow, does not love, and does not find peace. All sith can do is accumulate wealth and power, which is why they try so hard not to die. Jedi are able to relinquish themselves to the force because their lack of attachment to life and their disbelief in the illusion of strength, allows them to detach themselves from their "crude matter" so to speak. Now, I say that, because Ahsoka and Luke (even in the brief time he knew his father), were able to experience Anakin Skywalker, a man capable of love, sacrifice, care, affection. The only times we’ve ever seen hints of Anakin post-knightfall, was when he was confronted by Ahsoka, Obi-wan, and Luke; each one bares a connection to Anakin Skywalker, and are therefore able to bring to the surface the memory of a period in his life when he could love. Starkiller, as someone found by Vader, not Anakin, never stood a fucking chance. Vader, fundamentally could not change for Starkiller, because this kid has zero ties to the affections of Anakin Skywalker. At best, Starkiller was a hollow reminder of everything he lost, his children, his padawan, Padme, who very well would have given birth to a powerful brown-haired child just like him (luke ended up blond but whatever). He treated Starkiller like shit, this kid grew up under constant threat of death, torture, in pursuit of a promise Vader never planned to go through with, and yet in his DEATH, Vader refused to let him go because he was entirely attached to this surrogate son he could never love. He revived him again and again and again, he cloned him in search of the “perfect son,” and Starkiller could never be that. To make matters worse, the "perfect son" has existed all along, somewhere safe in the galaxy protected by Ben Kenobi and the Lars family and Starkiller was never going to be a part of that narrative; Ahsoka and Luke couldn’t begin to understand what he went through, which by the way is the real poetic irony of him being relegated to SW legends post-disney.

Sam Witwer talks about Starkiller and why he works better in legends because he now functions like a Jedi tall tale. I like to imagine Starkiller existed and was simply forgotten anyway. He's a speck in the grand scheme of the skywalker saga but he suffered so much.

Anyway this comic is one of 2 reasons this blog was even created, the other is Indy

@darkmist111

[corruptedforce]

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He had let himself be consumed by the dark side. It was the only way he was going to save Padme. That was still the only way he was going to save her. She was going to be saved, and he would get her to believe in him again. This was all Obi-Wan's fault. He turned her against him. He may have saved the people in the temple, may not quite be lost to it all as everyone thought, but it still was in him. Anakin Skywalker had become a Sith. But, he also still had his conscience and hadn't been able to hurt people at the Temple. The Clones...they were his men. He couldn't stop what they did.

Now the Separatist Council...he was proud of his new powers. He'd ripped them apart. Many of them had hurt Padme over the years and anyone who threatened what he had built with her should die and would. Obi-Wan was on that list, at the moment. His master had told him to show no mercy and it was hard for him not to, but still, he had turned her against him.

What had happened in the Chancellor's office had been a nightmare. He should never have helped do what he do, but he knew he would not have made it out alive, when he agreed to swear himself to his new master's teachings. Otherwise, he was a liability who had seen too much.

They had been fighting for what seemed like hours and he had been careless, in his last motion. Anakin was hurt but the dark side, which was strong on Mustafar kept him from being too hurt. He'd have one hell of a gouge in his leg, and he needed bacta. His other arm, the one he'd already lost, was likely going to need help. But, he was angry. His eyes were glowing yellow, and as much as he wasn't completely gone as a Sith, his anger was worse than it had ever been. He was volatile.

"You are my enemy. You turned her against me. I need her. She is the only good left in me. Our baby...she's my wife and look what you made me do to her."

But, he was listening still. He made a sound. He was in pain, not just physically. He'd clearly lost his damn mind and he was shaking. Using the dark side, he managed to somewhat calm the fires of Mustafar, and he offered Obi-Wan his arm.

"Hurt my arm or do anything to make sure we can't get her somewhere safe, and I will twist your head off and make sure your brain is still alive and you feel every bit of it."

He was going with him, but he was still angry and the Sith he had become was still very much in control.

"And they call you a negotiator. You got a pregnant woman and your former Padawan hurt..."

He'd calm down.

[meshlasolus]

HoM: Order 66 PART III

Warnings: leaving a lot of the warnings the same as it all entails- angst in the beginning, middle, oh and a lot a the end. Angst with Padme, more mentions of pregnancy. Did i mention angst? I did? Well there’s more. Death, mentions of blood, violence, friends turning on friends. Anakin is a warning, literally, angst, Mentions of sickness and death… lots of death tbh

Summary: Anakin finds you and believed you to be dead, and it was his fault. Perhaps the dark side had taken more from him than it was giving.

A/n: it’s 3:21 am, if someone does not buy me a coffee i will die

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Anakin didn’t have a shred of regret in him thus far, until you came back to the temple. It was then he realized the weight of all this. He may not be able to kill you, but he knew the clones would, and he was powerless to stop them, though his power had now tripled from what it had originally been. He was shaken after you ran from him, hopefully to an escape. Hopefully to where you would be taken care of until this was all over.

He had been thinking of you as he paced the halls, wondering if you’d made it out okay. He was beginning to feel eerie about all of this, the pressure put on him. If you weren’t able to look him in the eye and forgive him after this, he doubted Padme ever could, and then all of this would be for nothing. If he didn’t have her by his side, it was like she was dead to him. His mind raced with these thoughts, and as he came back around the corner by the Archives, he froze.

You’d been struck down, several blaster shots penetrated your body as you lay there on the ground, sprawled out over yourself in a way he knew could not be of comfort. You were motionless however, and Anakin knew it was because you were gone, lost to the cosmic force forever. He felt a deep pain rip across his chest, and he knelt down to see your face growing pale. This had just happened. The members of the 501st had been patrolling the grounds for hours, now, and he knew that this just happened. The scene was still fresh, and your blood had not yet turned cold. That meant you’d been here a while, probably helping others to escape before they would face the same fate.

You were always helping people, helping him. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He’d told your friend to accompany you somewhere in the city, where you would be safe, but you came back for him. All of this, every little thing that happened was caused by him, and he had no choice but to take the blame for it. Once this was over, he was going to kill the chancellor. To exact revenge for making him do all these awful things just to get the power he wanted. There must have been an easier way, but Anakin was blinded at the time, unwilling to see the future effects, how he was feeling right now in this moment as he swept aside your hair from your face. Your eyes were shut peacefully, as though you were sleeping, and he wished it were so. He couldn’t feel your signature anymore, and knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to even if you were still alive. You would probably have blocked him out, never to be trusted again.

He wanted to sit there and cry, to mourn the loss of his best friend, and little sister. He’d always looked out for you, but today he failed. He wanted to grieve, but he couldn’t, the anger and the hatred that had consumed him was unwilling to let him feel those emotions right now, not when there was still work to be done. He hated what he had done, but he would still finish it, because it was too late for him. He was already condemned. Your death signified that. He have inadvertently killed the most gentle and kind Jedi in the galaxy, so how could he now redeem himself?

There were tears in his eyes, begging to fall, to run down his cheeks and absorb into the skin to let him feel his pain deeper, but they stayed within their confines, never spilling, and beginning to dry with each moment passed.

He noticed something had fallen out of your robes, a small necklace of some sort. Upon further inspection, he found the small kyber crystal pendant tied to the bottom of the leather string. It was blue, obviously not yours. Obi-Wan…

He hoped he never had to face him again, if not for the anger that was growing in his heart against his former master, then for the fact that he would never be able to explain, nor apologize for what he had done. You were Obi-Wan’s little one, his pride, his joy, his entire galaxy. The light of his path. He remembered what his master once said to him about you, the night that he’d confessed to Anakin how he truly felt for his younger padawan. She is the light incarnate. And he really believed it.

Anakin ripped the necklace from its place and tucked it into his belt, though he knew it wasn’t going to make him feel better, he wanted to take it with him, to have a small part of you. He was in shambles over this, and felt even more reckless now that you were gone. Obi-Wan made him promise to keep you safe while he was away, and though everything had changed drastically in that time, he had still planned on keeping that promise. He was meant to protect you, now he was partially your killer.

He wanted to take you body, to bury it somewhere of importance, or to give you the honor of a proper Jedi funeral. It’s what you deserved, but he knew it would never be allowed of him. The chancellor did not carry the same sympathies he did, and would deem it improper, and treasonous to now give any form of respect to the Jedi. Even a dead one.

He stood to his feet and walked away, prepared to leave to Mustafar, where the chancellor wanted him to end the lives of every separatist there was left. This was something he could do with a clear mind, because he’d been trying to do it for years, along with you and Obi-Wan. The war would end, at the cost of his sanity, and the lives of most everyone he knew, but it would end. He would use this newfound hatred, in and of himself over what happened to you, in order to destroy something you would have been perfectly fine with him destroying.

He looked back to you once he got to the end of the hallway, and as painful as it be, he forced himself to let a tear fall for you. After that, he was set back in his ways, his path to sure destruction.

-

When Obi-Wan had landed on Coruscant with Master Yoda, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see the damage done. Even walking up the steps of the temple was hard to take in, as the bodies of his friends and colleagues were splayed over the stairway and into the entrance. There were some clones awaiting their arrival, but they dealt with them swiftly and surely. Most of the clones were now stationed outside the capitol, where the emergency senate meeting was taking place. All the Jedi left in the temple were dead, no one had survived, not even the younglings. There was however, a scrape of blood on the floor, where an injured child or master may have gotten up and left undetected. It was a stretch, but perhaps there was hope.

Obi-Wan went into the archives and changed the outgoing signal to any remaining Jedi, telling them to keep hidden until the time was right. The time may never be right, and he realized that, but he refused to give up hope. He was stronger when he was optimistic, though sometimes it was hard. Especially when it concerned you. he hadn’t had contact with you in a long time, but having you just entered his mind, he wondered if you were close by. If you were safe. He valued you over any other in this universe, and though he knew it would do him good to stay calm, you weren’t going to leave his mind until he’d reached you. He extended his signature, just on the off chance that you were still here.

When you felt his presence, reaching to you, you took it, hoping that it would be enough for him to know you were alive. You were becoming dizzy and nauseous from within your hiding space, the darkness and tightness of the space was killing you. You wanted to leave, but knew there were probably still an abundance of clones, ready to finish you off should you show yourself.

Obi-Wan could feel the closeness of you, and Master Yoda wondered what he was dwelling on for so long, in a state of meditation.

“Reaching out, I assume you are,” he was trying to tap into the connection, but it seemed whoever Kenobi was in tune with, there was no room for outsiders. It seemed to be a private and previously established connection. “But who?”

“My padawan, she’s still alive, but she’s hurt,” he winced at his own words, and the more he synced himself with you, he began to feel immense pain. “She’s hiding nearby.”

“Know where she is, do you?”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked to Yoda, his expression was something that hurt to behold.

“Yes,” Master Kenobi began to head to the back of the archives, to a place he had not long forgotten, where he thought he may find you.

You were not in such good condition anymore, as you hadn’t been since getting shot repeatedly. The shots you received were lucky if you were being honest. If you’d been shot in the chest, you’d still be laying on that floor in the grand hall.

Your ears perked at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching, and your heart began racing like it was the end. Perhaps it was, maybe they had found your secret hiding space and were here to kill you once and for all. There were so many times in your life that you almost died, so many close calls. It all began with the time you sacrificed yourself for Obi-Wan, when Count Dooku set the trap. He had intended to kill you, but never got the chance. You were a good cheater when it came to death, but cheaters never win, not in the end.

You were going to use the last of your energy to fight, to give it everything you had before falling. You knew you would, you were too weak to go on.

When the steps became so close you could feel the ground vibrate with them, you readied yourself, taking deep breaths and raising a hand in front of you. The vent panel, as old as it was, could still slide open quickly, and it did, revealing you to the opposing forces on the other side. Without taking a second glance, you threw your opponent into the wall behind him, falling out of the vent shaft and onto your hands and knees, which eventually gave out as you crumbled to the ground.

Obi-Wan was shocked by what had happened, but didn’t dwell on it, as you laying on the ground with three blaster shots in your body was where his immediate focus traveled to. You had a bloody lip, and your eyebrow had a gash in it, where a scar would probably form later on.

“Obi?” Your eyes were closing, and your voice wasn’t even as loud as a whisper.

“Little one,” he panicked, watching the color drain from your face, though you were already pale as snow. The cauterized blaster shots were beginning to break open, and you your bleeding on his hands. You were dying, and he wasn’t ready to face that tragedy, not with everything that’s happened. “Stay with me, please.”

“To Senator Organa’s ship, we must take her, if alive she is to stay.”

Yoda’s words were fuzzy when they reached him, but he understood it was your only chance, so once he processed it, he was scooping you up into his arms, following the Grand master through the temple until again they were outside. Passing by the bodies made Obi-Wan think about the horrors you must have seen to survive this. It was horrific, something from nightmares.

There was a speeder waiting once they descended the steps again, -rather quickly considering he was carrying you- with one of Organa’s advisors. It was the one they arrived in, but Yoda didn’t plan on leaving so soon. He knew that in order to put a stop to whatever was happening, they would need to investigate. Enough at least to find out the true cause of this.

Obi-Wan loaded you in the back the best he could before trying to board alongside you, thought it would be difficult, without disturbing you. One wrong move could cause you to lose an abundance of blood, and he was reminded of another time when he was put in this exact same position, the day he realized he could not live without you. That had been his driving force then, and it would remain his driving force now.

“Done, we are not. Stay to find answers, we will,” Yoda interrupted Obi-Wan’s haste, and the man looked at him with disbelief.

“I can’t. She could die, and I need to be with her,” he was all but about to continue his efforts of climbing into the speeder before Yoda stopped him yet again. This was very out off character for Kenobi, but of course, he was always very crucial about things when it came to his padawan. He always had been.

“If her time, this is,” Yoda hobbled up to be next to him, looking over you before regaining Obi-Wan’s attention. “Then let go of her, you must.”

“I can’t lose her,” Obi-Wan became more aggressive, and it was now that Yoda put the pieces together, immediately recognizing the attachment the council feared resided for years. It had been there all along, though it had grown far deeper than they had previously worried for.

“See your attachment, I do,” Yoda nodded to him, but did not give him the compliance that he could yet leave. “Made you to fear loss, it has.”

Obi-Wan realized it only now, but he had glassy eyes, becoming blurry to his vision the longer he let the tears pile up. He blinked once, letting them fall freely and revealing to Yoda yet another piece of this puzzle. Obi-Wan loved you. Not like a Master should care for his padawan, but real love, true and deep, and unending for eternity.

“I won’t let her go, she needs me,” his soft trembling words were not anything he ever thought he’d say to Master Yoda, someone he’d known since he was a boy, and had grown to know ever since. He was the epitome of what the Jedi stood for. He was strong and wise, and powerful with the force, never straying from the light, or the rules that bonded him to the order. He knew that since all cards were out on the table, that perhaps he should let just one more being in on your secret. It couldn’t hurt to try… “She’s pregnant.”

Yoda’s look of surprised rivaled pure astonishment. He couldn’t believe that someone he’d known all this time, who sat beside him on the council and fought alongside him could have hidden such a secret from him. He was sure that by any others this could be seen as wildly inappropriate, and would seem as though Obi-Wan took advantage of you, but knowing you, it wasn’t likely. Obi-Wan would have never been the one to start this, it must have been you. You were wild and reckless and though a good Jedi in most aspects, you didn’t seem to agree with the rules of the order.

“If to survive, she and her offspring are, send her for help, you must.”

“She’ll be alone,” Obi-Wan was uneasy about this, but the more he though about it, he was only going to slow the process down, as he was doing right now.

“But safe and taken care of, she will be,” Yoda signaled the advisor who was piloting the speeder to go, and he did, without giving Obi-Wan another chance at going with you. He had to have faith that you would be alright, you and his child. He doubted that would be the case, but he couldn’t think like that. If he began to lose hope that things would get better then they definitely would not. “Much to discover about this tragedy, there still is.”

Yoda lead him back into the temple, where again his heart would be ripped out of his chest, and crushed. He would soon find the security holograms of Anakin’s siege over the temple, and when he did, he would begin his descend into a sadness for his brother, who would forever be lost to him.

-

Mustafar was full of red light, by the molten lava that flowed through the planet’s many falls and cavernous grounds. It was a horrible and miserable place, meant for the evils of what was to come of it. The chancellor, nay, emperor, had already made plans to make base here, to run Darth Vader’s dealings for the new empire. Anakin didn’t like how it sounded, but he was becoming more accustomed to Palpatine’s plans as it were. He was angry at Obi-Wan, for as far as he knew, his former Master had visited with his lovely wife the senator, and that was the reason why he saw her ship coming to land on the pad beside the base. He knew that she was probably here to confront him on what she had been told was true, and it was.

When she ran out of the aircraft, his first instinct had been to wrap her up in his arms, to keep her close so that she could not escape him, even if she chose to. He was doing this for her, to keep her and his child alive. Little did he know about yours and Obi-Wan’s, which was surely dead by now.

It was when she began spewing out all the things he had done, and reprimanded him for it that he let the darkness wash over him again. He couldn’t even control himself from harming her, now, as he used the force to wrap pressure around he throat. It had even come to this, the love of his life about to die by his hand. He had never been prepared for the side effects of the darkside, but since his mind wass clouded by it, he knew no better anymore.

Looking up to Obi-Wan at the top of the ship ramp, he scowled in anger.

“Let her go, Anakin,” he descended the ramp, ready to fight the boy he once knew. That boy was gone, and there was little chance of him coming back.

“You turned her against me,” he jeered, his pain and anger showing through at once. Funny, how the darkness compelled away the other feelings but allowed him to keep the pain, expressionless.

“You have done that yourself.”

Anakin looked at Padme, where she lay unconscious and in complete disarray, likely injured and now bruised. He continued to hurt the people he loves, and he couldn’t even help it anymore. That was the saddest thing of all, because one day he would wake up and have no one, and it would be his doing.

“You will not take her from me!” He shouted, ready to engage his old master, even from where he stood across the tarmac.

“Your anger and lust for power have already done that,” Obi-Wan discarded his cloak, letting it fall to the ground as he obtained his saber in hand, ready to end this if there was no other way to stop him but. He didn’t want to kill Anakin, but he came to terms with the fact that this was not Anakin. This was not the boy he trained, the one who laughed at ungodly hours of the morning along with you, accidentally waking him up before the early mornings. This was not the boy who tripped over his doorway every night before bed, thumping against the wall to stablize himself. At last, this was not the boy he promised to train, to do good by his master and to raise into the chosen one among the Jedi. This was a Sith Lord, clear as day. “You’ve allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now… until you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

They circled each other, trying to decide their strategies before hand. Obi-Wan had taught him well, but Anakin had never beat him before. His new power, now, however… that was a different story. The field had been leveled, and it could go either way.

“Don’t lecture me, Obi-Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi; I do not fear the dark side as you do,” even his voice was different. It was so much harsher and violent than his usual soft and compassionate tone. Though it could change when he became upset, it had never reached this level of intensity. “I have brought peace, justice, freedom, and security to my new empire.”

“Your new empire?” Obi-Wan almost pitied him, because he honestly believed he had any say in this mess. He couldn’t see that the Emperor was using him as a puppet, pulling the strings before he would inevitably cut them.

“Don’t make me kill you…”

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!”

If you were here, things would be different, both of them knew it… but as far as Anakin knew, you were dead, and you he would never see you again.

“If you’re not with me, then you’re my enemy,” Anakin was ready to fight, but with you on his mind, there was one more thing he needed to do. Even though he was going to try and kill Obi-Wan he would make peace with himself before he did.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes, I will do what I must.”

Anakin watched Obi-Wan ignite his saber, but before doing the same with his own, he dug into the pouch of his belt, reaching in then casting his arm out, throwing at Obi-Wan’s feet the pendant he stripped from your neck at the temple. It was then that Kenobi was broken. Anakin had been the one to try and kill you… Though there were shots of a blaster in your body, he was there, and probably gave the order.

“Though you will choose not to believe me, there is one thing I regret in all of this,” Anakin said, his tone unchanging, and his expression the same.

“What have you done?” Obi-Wan’s furrowed eyebrows and trembling lip hit a nerve with Anakin. If he should be able to cause mass hysteria all over the galaxy, murdering his allies in order to keep his love, then why should Obi-Wan have to suffer by losing his? “She was pregnant, Anakin!”

If just for a second, Anakin was himself again, and felt overwhelmed. You were in Padme’s position, but you never even had a chance. You were probably scared and alone when you died, and knowing that your unborn child was going to die with you was probably agonizing.

Obi-Wan didn’t even think before he used the past tense ‘was’, and now that he had, it became real… your future that you both had planned out, was completely gone. Everything he’d ever wanted would now be lost at the hands of his former apprentice, but he would pay the price for it, not Anakin.

“What you have done cannot be undone, I fear there is no resolve left but to destroy the Sith.”

“You will try…”

Within an instant, sabers were clashing, and the battle had begun, the fight between good and evil which would determine the fate of the galaxy.

-

You woke up to bright lights, and though it was sudden, you scanned the room quickly. You were not in the temple, you were in an infirmary, republic made by the looks of it. Perhaps a diplomatic chip for long off-world journey. You were numb from the waist down, unable to move, or even feel the lower parts of your body.

You were alive, and given the two heartbeats on the monitor, so was the life inside you. You tried to find Obi-Wan, but he wasn’t in the room, surely he was the one who brought you here, wasn’t he?

Branching out your presence, you met a familiar one in the room beside you, Padme… but-

No. Oh no, this can’t be happening. She was dying.

Her life force was fading away, and you were unsure of how or why this was happening. She was perfectly fine when you left her, but since you never came back… Could this be your fault? Had she gone to look for you and Anakin?

The parts of your body that you could feel started to become numb, but now by any medication they were feeding you through the many tubes and wires connected to you… you had already felt the numb sting of loss in the last twenty four hours, and new it was coming again. This probably wouldn’t be the end, either. Whatever you had done in your life to deserve all this pain and suffering, you did not know, but the force around you kept giving you endless tests that were weakening your spirit, along with your body.

You called out for Obi-Wan, using your connection to simply put a few simple words into his head, but he heard them loud and clear, excusing himself to go find you.

When he entered the door, coming to sit by you, you sighed out. He looked worse for wear, and had little burn marks all over his robes.

“You’re awake,” he smiled softly, kissing the side of your head and keeping himself close to you. He had seen you when he first arrived, and you looked utterly dead, despite your vitals still continuing.

“Obi,” you weren’t even sure how to say it, but you needed to. “You need to go to Padme, I feel her, she’s dying.”

“I know,” he said with a scorn expression, dropping his face to the ground and wishing that it weren’t so. Only a day ago, everything had been fine, what the hell happened that now you were almost killed by you best friend, and his wife was dying unexpectedly. “They are prepping her for a procedure to save the children.”

“Children?” You twisted your face into a confused stare, and he moved to explain it to you.

“She’s been carrying twins.”

All this time, and you didn’t think to sense the life force of the child, knowing she was pregnant. You could have told her days ago, when none of this had happened. You were unsure how you had missed it every time.

“Go to her, Obi. She won’t last long,” you knew he wasn’t as in tune with her presence as you were, for you always felt everyone’s life force so deeply. Consulars are the force made living, and you were no exception. You were crying at this point, and there was no way to soothe you. He nodded to your words, and stood up, reaching for your hand to squeeze it before he took his leave.

You began to sob to yourself when he left, loud and uncontrollable. No one was around to hear it anymore, so you saw no need in holding it back.

You could feel her pain, of losing her husband, of losing her life, and not being strong enough to keep going for her children. She wanted to, but an unforeseen force was drawing her life away, and it could not be stopped.

You waited, and waited, the process of her birth taking more time than usual, because she did not have the strength to push as she should. It was a horrid labour, and when it was over, you felt an immense peace, but only for a second, as right after that, the smallest bit of spirit she had been hanging onto, let her for good.

Padme, the former Queen of Naboo, and Senator of the galactic republic, had painfully succumbed to death.

You screamed out in pain, and this time, a medical aid, as well as a droid came rushing into your room to see what the problem was.

You monitors were going crazy, and as they tried to stabilize you, it seemed the problems that were quickly stemming from your physical form were being caused by your mental state. They gave you a sedative, lowering an oxygen mask over your face to keep you breathing properly until they could figure out what was wrong. The two heartbeats shown on the screen were fluctuating by the minute, raising and lowering against the other, as if taking turns trying to find a steady rhythm, but failing.

The droid stayed to help you, and the aid left to find Kenobi, who had warned him to come and retrieve him should anything change with you.

Obi-Wan didn’t like what he saw when he rushed back into the room, as you were again unconscious, and there was a mask on your face. The loud beeping coming from beside him made him fear the worst, and he ran to your other side, trying to feel you through the force, and find your signature. He held onto it tightly, as if keeping it from leaving you, though it wasn’t really trying, there was something wrong.

“What’s happened?!”

The droid was able to even the monitor, but he didn’t know how long it would last. His programming told him that the situation was impossible, but it was happening sure enough.

“It appears her emotional stress has affected her body’s ability to support the fetus. It’s causing her to miscarry,” the words were Obi-Wan’s detriment, but he listened on, as the droid had more to say. “Though it should be impossible, the fetus seems to be… fighting back. It’s drawing her life force to try and survive, but if it succeeds, they will both die within the next few minutes.”

He didn’t know what to do… what could he do? He didn’t want to lose either of you, but what choices did he have?

“What can be done to save her?” He questioned, awaiting impatiently for the droid to answer him.

“If we terminate the fetus, now, she will recover.”

It was killing you, he told himself. It wasn’t going to live either way, but you could still be saved, and you could recover. There may be down the road another opportunity, however small, for another child to enter your lives, but this one was going to take you away from him and he couldn’t let it. It had been three years, seven months, and eighteen days since he realized he loved you, and could not live without you. It was then he decided he was always going to make the choices that would save you, even if you didn’t like it. He was always going to do whatever was necessary to keep you alive and by his side… if he didn’t, he would be in pain and misery for the rest of his short life, which would end far sooner without you in it.

“Do what you must,” he said, closing his eyes in defeat. He was depressed beyond measure, as he sat down in the chair and held your hand, keeping his fore head against the side of yours to keep him in even a semblance of calm while they continued with the procedure.

Though it sounded rather grim, he was so thankful that a procedure like this existed, that he may keep his little one, that she may live a long life by his side and in his heart.

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[cabezadeperro]

Friend!! How about Rex/Anakin with “destination”?

hi len!!! i'm sorry this is weird and cryptic and mostly just rex thinking

revenge of the sith au; kind of established relationship.

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Anakin is always so happy to see him. 

Rex stops the bike and climbs down, his back yelling at him all the while. His former general is watching him from the door, arms crossed and shoulder against the doorframe. His hair is longer than the last time they saw each other, and it must be a good day, because Rex can’t find the cane anywhere, and the brace on his left leg isn’t missing any obvious pieces. Anakin Skywalker treats his body as an unending work in progress: he tinkers and obsesses over its parts, new and old, and it’s partly out of frustration, partly out of genuine interest, and Rex has learned to tell the way the wind blows by the way they look.

It’s harder than he once thought, reading him. He used to think of him as—loud, obvious. In your face. And he is, and he very much isn’t, at the same time. 

Tatooine’s harsh midday light has its own weight. Rex tugs higher the cloth around his neck and starts pushing the vehicle towards the shady back of the small house, where the hangar is. Anakin watches him, blue eyes darker in the shadow of the house, and after a beat he comes out to help. He smells like dust and sweat, like everything else does, and between the two of them they make short work of the whole thing: while Rex’s securing the vehicle to the ground, Anakin’s tugging the tarp in place, dancing around each other with the ease of familiarity. 

This is still easy. When they’re quiet like this Rex can let himself believe that the past two years never happened.

Afterwards, they walk into the house. It’s deep under the ground, dark and almost cold: Anakin told him once he still remembered his mother’s teachings, and then he fell quiet and disappeared into the cellar and Rex did not see him again before he left.

Anakin’s hovering. He watches Rex while Rex starts shedding off layers by the door, sand pooling around his boots. He can see the way Rex limps, the grimace of pain when he jostles the blaster burn on his left arm. He wants to touch, but he has learned to wait.

He’s lonely there. He enjoys the solitude but the loneliness eats at him from the inside out. Rex is the only one who seeks him out, the one who visits with food and books and news of the galaxy. He has made a rule for himself: Anakin is never the goal: Rex only lands on Tatooine when he’s on the way to somewhere else.

And the thing is: Anakin could leave. He’s clever, he’s resourceful: he could build himself a thousand ways out. The fact he doesn’t, the fact that he chooses to stay, and that he has chosen to be alone—well. It might be the only reason he’s still alive.

Rex doesn’t know how or what happened, not exactly: he did not ask, and no one has told him. But he saw the recordings, he talked to some of the survivors of the attack on the Jedi Temple. He’s met Kenobi as he is now, and he was there when Ahsoka had her heart broken.

He doesn’t think he has forgiven Anakin Skywalker: he doesn’t think he can. But he still visits, and he still allows himself to touch and be touched in turn, and sometimes, when it’s been a few months and it’s deep into the night and he’s alone on his cot, Rex finds himself missing him, missing this: the house in the desert and the mess and the dark and the feel of cool synthflesh fingers walking down his spine.

Anakin watches him, quiet and still. He’s lost weight, and he feels huge, overbearing. Too tall, his shadow too deep against the whitewashed walls. The weight of his attention is a special kind of smothering.

Rex places his boots against the wall, side by side, and steps into his orbit, eyes closed, heart beating hard and fast inside his chest.

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There’s Only Legacies Burning | O.K.

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Guys, truthfully, I am not okay after watching that episode. It sucked for me. I'm not someone who usually reacts to TV and what tv shows bring because I'm aware it's not real, but this episode felt so real it made me physically nauseous despite how excellent it was.

spoilers for Kenobi 1x03. let me know if I should write for him again!

tagging my name twin @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories​

He can't breathe. Everything is encompassed by fire, and he can't breathe.

Part of him knew that this day was going to be coming. Even if he hadn't been entirely aware that Darth Vader was walking around in the body of his former Padawan, Obi-Wan knew that he would have to face the main who had essentially brought the galaxy to ruin.

It didn't mean he couldn't try to run from it.

Leia and Tala and yourself were safe. He was more then okay with being the diversion if it meant you and Leia got back to Alderaan. He had accepted Death as a gift a long time ago. This would be okay. He would be okay.

Because wasn't he always? People knew him as Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Master of Soresu and a Jedi so steeped in the Light Side that he practically embodied it.

The war he wasn't even supposed to be fighting in just kept taking and taking and taking. Jedi were not soldiers. They were never meant to be soldiers, and yet the Dark Lord of the Sith had orchestrated an entire war that had inevitably led to their downfall. He had lost, time and time again. Lost Qui-Gon, lost to Maul, lost Satine, lost Ahsoka and Anakin... he was so used to losing things, losing people, that he seemed to have forgotten what it was like to succeed. To win.

If only The Great Negotiator of Yesterday could see him now...

He had lost. They had lost. What was the point of fighting, of trying to be someone of a long-dead era, when there was nothing left to fight for? What was the point of trying to stay loyal to the Light when the whole galaxy was encased in darkness and death?

He looks at Leia's face and sees it then, just moments before they part. The reason why he's decided to do this. Hope. Joy. The promise of a future.

But when he looks at you? There is all of the love he feels as if he has been deprived of. Loving you, being with you, is like replenishing the air that has been snatched from his lungs and granting him the ability to remember what it's like to properly breathe again.

When he looks at you, the embers of the man who compose Obi-Wan Kenobi begin to grow stronger, and the pieces are slowly put back together by the capable hands of someone who has always held his heart.

It's a shame that he will now die without it.

"Now you will suffer, Obi-Wan. Your pain has only just begun.” 

It’s fitting, now that he thinks about it. Even if Anakin always did have a flare for the dramatic. Obi-Wan had left him in the prime of his suffering and his rage when he’d departed from his brother’s burning body on the banks of Mustafar. Those fires had burnt away what little remained of Anakin Skywalker and had birthed Darth Vader. 

These fires will burn away the last of Obi-Wan and birth Ben. 

The fire goes out for a miraculous reprieve, but Obi-Wan finds himself unable to move very well knowing that he’s failed his mission. Again. He failed you, and he failed Anakin, and he failed Ahsoka and Luke and Leia and Cody-

  “Bring him to me.” 

Somewhere in the distance he hears a cry from a stormtrooper - a failed attempt to recreate the soldiers that the clones had once been to the republic - as a teal lightsaber flies out of the darkness in a wide arc around Vader that seemingly takes out every single trooper who had been looking to kill him. 

Vader tilts his head. He clearly wasn’t counting on you, emerging from the dark right in between himself and Obi-Wan. 

Your saber flies back into your hand to be gripped by white knuckles. 

  “I believe you’re trying to take something that doesn’t belong to you, chaak’ar. You don’t get to have Obi-Wan.” You tilt your head to the side in a manner that just screams threatening. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” 

Vader is not amused. “Your devotion to the Light is futile. Your anger and your bitterness would have made you a fantastic Sith apprentice. If only you had seen it sooner, then you would not have suffered the fate of falling in love with the man who made me this.” Vader replied.

You rolled your eyes. Even if this.. thing... had taken over Anakin’s body, he still had the ability to somehow make everything seem much more dramatic by making it about himself. 

  “I’ve heard enough of your lies. You were the one who failed. Failed me, failed him,” You point behind you at the ground where Obi-Wan lays. “I came into Anakin’s life too late. I know that. Despite that, when we loved him time and time again, loving him then and loving him now only made us weak.” You loosen the grip on the hilt of your blade and eye the machine in the corner, in which you most definitely intend to use the opportunity of an explosion to slip away into the night. “Goodbye, Lord Vader.” 

Your saber flies toward the panel, and Tala watches as you and NED bend down to scoop Obi-Wan up while fleeing under the cover of night fall, leaving Lord Vader to watch the flames dissipate before him. 

His time will come. 

*** 

  “Are you sure you have it handled?” 

  “Yes. Just give me the medkit and bacta patches... Thank you. Now go get a handle on Leia. Now.” 

Obi-Wan slowly begins to stir, groaning lowly in his throat as his eyes slowly flutter open. The three of you have taken shelter - where, he doesn’t know - but the dim light only provides him just enough ability to see the concern pressed into your aspect above him. 

He swallows, which feels like the equivalent of swallowing gallons of sand, and speaks, “Darling-”

  “Shhhhhhh.” Your fingertips circles his temples where his head rests on your lap. Obi-Wan softens and leans into your touch almost instinctively, seeking the safety and the love that practically bleeds from your force signature as you hold him in your embrace. “I’m right here. Be still, my love. I’m still working on healing your burns.” 

Ah. Ten years ago, he would’ve bristled at the thought of healers - much less being touched by one - but you had proven to him that he would and could allow himself to be vulnerable enough, to be human enough to put himself first and seek out the care he needs. He’d never been told he could put himself first. That his needs mattered as much as anyone else's.

Not until you. 

  “How-How is she? How is Leia?” 

You hush him quietly and move your fingers to his arms. His arms that are searing with pain from his injuries, barely able to be moved but screaming in protest when he tries to sit up to look for the girl. “She’ll arrive soon. Tala has gone for her.” You murmur, pressing your palm to his forehead to ease his head back into your lap. 

Several more minutes pass as you continue to work on healing Obi-Wan’s injuries with The Force. They’re not as bad as what the lava had inflicted on Anakin, but they’re bad enough that he whimpers when you apply too much pressure or when the skin begins to mend itself again. 

The silence has enveloped you both in a way that is intimately familiar when he whispers, almost shamefully, “He wanted me to die. He... that was Anakin, and he wanted me to die.” 

Tears prick the back of your eyes as he rubs the heels of his hands against his own. He doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve to feel this all-encompassing pain that would have surely drowned him by now had he not had you to anchor himself to. 

He deserved that. He at least deserved sanctuary when he continuously fell at the altar of sacrifice. That was all he’d done in the time you’d known him. Sacrifice. 

No more. 

Carefully wrapping your arms around his middle, you brace your feet against the bottom of the cot and scoot backward until your back is against the wall and Obi-Wan’s head is turned in the crook of your neck. He is a solid and steady weight against your chest. 

  “I want you to listen to me, okay?” You whisper. He nods uneasily and braces shaking hands against your hips under your tunic, using the warmth of your skin and the steady thrum of your heartbeat to calm himself. He’d been doing that more and more as the years came and went and the nightmares grew progressively worse. “I know you and I met so late in the war. We met too late for me to have a real impact on those closest to you, for me to be able to have made an effect enough to have some kind of impact on Anakin. Fate was against me from the start... but The Force, in all that pain and all that anguish, led me to you.” His breath puffs softly against the column of your neck as he listens to you. “Anakin’s legacy is in everything in this galaxy. The clone veteran we saw in the faded 501st armor? What happened to all of those brothers, to-” You swallow bile in your throat at the thought of Cody. He hadn’t deserved that. “Him... that’s on Anakin. The younglings and the Masters and Ahsoka.. those are all of him. His legacy is burning, Obi-Wan.” You tilt your chin to where his head rests and press your nose into his hair. “I don’t think it’ll ever stop. But you know what’s true.. even in the midst of all of this?” 

  “Hm?” 

His fingers tighten their hold on you as you kiss his temple, then his jaw, and the sound he makes when you tilt his head up to meet weary blue eyes makes your heart clench in your chest. “I love you.” You murmur. Those weary blue eyes fill with tears that drip onto soot stained cheeks as your foreheads meet. 

And for that sole second of time that you’re tucked into the corner of some room on some distant planet, Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself thankful that he’s made all of those sacrifices over his agonizing life. 

If it would lead him to you.. the pain, the misery, the crippling loneliness... it would always be worth it. 

do we want more Kenobi fic??? cause I want to do more... 

[copepods]

what do you have in mind for dsmp star wars aus because personally I want rival rebel pilots wilbur soot and quackity

girl what the hell i had a whole thing written out and it deleted itself and now i have to rewrite it. anyway

so i had an au back in 2021 i was developing, which followed the plot of the clone wars/prequels relatively closely, with wilbur being anakin, tommy being ahsoka, dream being palpatine etc. but now ive been brainstorming one that departs from the plot a little more, and also takes place before the phantom menace to avoid all the added variables of clones/war/etc.

so the main characters in this one are

tommy- jedi initiate who grows up in the coruscant temple with his best friend, tubbo. however when it comes time to be chosen as padawans, tubbo is chosen, while tommy is not, instead being sent to the service corps. struggling with feelings of inadequacy and resentment, tommy meets wilbur, an ex-jedi vagabond who shares his misgivings and encourages them.

wilbur- former jedi who left the order a few years after his master did the same. has lost faith in the order because he feels they failed to support him after his master left, and is beginning to fall to the dark side.

tubbo- jedi padawan newly stationed under quackity. he misses his best friend dearly, but is also excited to begin his training. several months after his initiation, he and quackity are assigned a mission to track down two rogue force-users who are Causing Shenanigans (not yet planned out lol. explosions are presumably involved). he's also starting to struggle to keep following the jedi tenets, what with his Very Pronounced feelings of care for his best friend tommy, his mentor and increasingly-older-brother-figure quackity, and ranboo, the archives assistant who also has a very nice face.

quackity- relatively young and inexperienced knight eager to prove himself under the council, particularly schlatt, his former master who has always brushed aside his accomplishments. he takes on a padawan as a chance to prove his worth, and his need to prove himself doubles when he and tubbo take on the mission. however, the council's treatment of him is beginning to grate on him, and feelings of resentment start to stir. this resentment only compounds when they track down the two rogues and one of them, an ex-jedi bent on causing chaos (wilbur), encourages him to give into his anger and use it as a strength.

backup characters include schlatt (jedi council member and douchebag) phil and techno (bounty hunters (phil also has something else going on wink wink)) ranboo (very cute archival assistant in the jedi temple) and others probably. i want niki to be in here somewhere as well.

[cerulianvermillion]

Sentient Crystal Obi-wan AU (Pinocchio Obi-wan?)

AU where Obi-Wan's soul is within a Kyber Crystal. Featuring made-up Force shenanigans, probably. Could be considered a Steven Universe-esque AU?

This is vaguely inspired by a droid!Obi-wan fic I read a while ago, which was super well done btw, totally recommend. There are 3 versions of the back story.

Obi-wan was a youngling from ye olden days of the republic (KOTOR? or close to that). Youngling Obi-wan went somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, and was caught up in a battle. Long story short he went into critical condition and his mind was unconscious/in a coma, and to save him, the old jedi sealed his soul within a kyber crystal, to heal and protect him. Featuring some lost jedi technique idk.

The jedi (Qui-gon Jinn?) found a sentient kyber crystal in Ilum. They didn't know it's sentient, only that it seems to be drawn to the Jedi. Later, as the Masters study it, Qui-gon accidentally awakens the sentient soul.

Some guy found a crystal. They don't know it's a special crystal, but it provides an energy source, so they use it to build a droid. The jedi notice and buy the droid from the guy.

So as Obi-wan's sentience within the crystal awakens, the jedi create a body for him by basically inputting the crystal inside a droid. The council was like no way at first but then actually meet him and were like okay we have to protect him. Obi-wan is now a sentient droid who can use the force, and his lightsaber blade just kinda shoots out his hand??? anyway. Qui-gon feels hesitant to take him in at first but later he changes his mind because he believes Obi-wan deserves a chance. He becomes kind of a target of dark force users because of the powerful kyber crystal. His sentience is kind of this weird open secret situation to force users in general because nobody could really put a finger over this situaion. The senate don't really get it, they just think the jedi are weird. When they go to mandalore, Satine falls for him and has a crisis lmao, then Obi Wan reveals to her his weird situation. They keep in touch, afterwards.

Events of TPM happen, they meet anakin skywalker. Padme doesn't question Obi-wan's situation. Qui-gon dies. Obi-wan takes in Anakin, and albeit the rocky start, they get along well, and Anakin kind of becomes Obi-wan's personal doctor. Sometimes Obi-wan lets Anakin do upgrades, and sometimes Anakin uses the wrong grease lmao.

AOTC and TCW. Obi-wan finds the clones, but this time he's not alone and with Shaak Ti. Rescuing Anakin and Padme involves obi-wan doing some bad disguise work. Dooku attempts to corrupt Obi-wan's crystal, and fails, but war breaks. The clones are tense around Obi-wan at first, because he is a droid. but later, he proves himself trustworthy and they accept him with open arms. Ahsoka tano is fascinated by Obi-wan.

This is what I have so far.

later, I'm not sure when this will happen, but I'm thinking Mortis arc? The gist is this: in Mortis/Force Planet, droid obi-wan malfunctions because of the force, and so his soul kinda wanders? but in the end, Obi-wan has a revelation and something happens to his kyber crystal hoists his body up via Force alone. When they leave Mortis, his droid body collapses, and when they get back, it is irreparable. at first, they consider making a new one, but for whatever reason it just wont work. Force whispering stuff to Yoda, who suggests the council + obi wan and ahsoka do group meditation together with the crystal.

They meet Obi-wan in what I can only describe as shared force zoom. But when they see him, it's not droid!Obi-wan, it's ewan mcgregor/clone wars obi wan, auburn beard and everything. Yoda has a revelation- They can separate Obi-wan's soul from the crystal which will create a new body for Obi-wan (aforementioned ewan mcgregor body) via force shenanigans. But it will take teamwork and some time.

this is what I have so far for this au. it was fun to conceptualize it, though- maybe it'll be a reality one day?

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How about an Obikin prompt where Obi-Wan has been on a mission too long and Anakin misses him a lot he just stops acting "normally" because he feels lost without Obi-Wan and everyone starts noticing (even the council) and they seem forced to bring Obi-Wan back earlier than expected????

(Sorry, I know this is very long 😅 but I needed somewhere to dump all my Obikin ideas that I have stored collecting dust in my brain)

hello anon! first, thank you so much for this prompt. i have so many thoughts on anakin and separation anxiety - which is kind of how i interpreted this. the drabble got alot longer than i anticipated, and i'm far too lazy to edit it, but i hope you enjoy this little drabble with some character analysis! now, here is 2k of obikin!

Obi-wan was not sure why, in the middle of an incredibly important diplomatic mission, he was called back under the strict orders of Mace Windu.

There was an air about the contact with his old friend that left him unsettled, especially when Mace’s voice was all but dripping with annoyance he has only ever attributed to his relationship with Anakin. He’d left as quickly as possible, leaving his senator counterpart, Bail Organa, to continue with his inquiry within the Banking Clan.

The whole ordeal left him feeling somewhat restless since he was not able to see a mission to completion, though the familiar ease of Coruscant was still infinitely better than listening to political exchange. Immediately, his presence was requested by the council for a break-down of the mission and…

“We must bring up something concerning to you,” Mace said after his brief explanation, his demeanor one of curiosity and discomfort. Obi-wan despised standing in the middle of this circle, feeling almost apprehensive now that the Force surrounding him felt so disturbed. “Your former Padawan… has behaved in a way with your absence that many of us have begun to suspect may be because of your unsevered bond.” 

A ripple of shock sound waves through Obi-wan. “What has Anakin—what's happened, Master Windu?” 

“Separation anxiety, your former Padawan has,” Yoda supplies gravely. “Feel it, did you not?”

Obi-wan’s mission extended well over the expected date he told Anakin, and of course he was nearly always attuned to his presence no matter how much he suppressed it. How could he not be, when he shone so bright the suns in their galaxy felt dim in comparison? Anakin was the power of two, like Tatooine’s binary suns, but Obi-wan has also grown used to building shields high enough to not let his former Padawan’s emotions affect his own duty. It was necessary. It was…

“More reason to sever your old bond,” Mace says, though Obi-wan is well aware of their disapproval to keep he and Anakin’s training bond intact. It leads to attachment, he’s been told, though countless times he only nodded in understanding. How could he admit that he is well beyond it now, their bond his only reprieve from the endless bloodshed, the loss, the pain? When Obi-wan Kenobi was not Master, or High Jedi General—he was Anakin’s best friend. Their bond was a bacta tank soothing open, festering wounds.

“I understand the severity of the situation, Masters,” he says slowly, sighing. He knows that if he did not comply, they would know how deep his own attachment has rooted. Still, he will try. “I fear severing the training bond will only worsen this separation anxiety you speak of. Time… time is what Anakin needs first.” 

Mace’s eyes squint. “He should have applied for severance when he was Knighted, yet the mention of it seems to unsettle you.” 

Of course it does, he huffs to himself. Duty in war was lonely, and loneliness was a path that even greater men have walked and succumbed to. Obi-wan had a brief walk down that path when Qui-gon died, never so close to darkness than those agonizing months. He didn’t want to be there again, but most importantly, he couldn’t push Anakin there. Not after his last visit to Tatooine. “I admit the idea leads me to worry it will bring more harm than good. At least in this war, where Anakin and I’s bond has proved beneficial in battle.” 

Silence falls, Obi-wan keeping his shields tightly enforced. And then, when he thinks it can’t possibly go on longer, Yoda hums. 

“A matter to look more into, we will, at a later time.” 

Obi-wan bows towards Yoda, his gimmick stick tapping against the floor with finality. Mace frowns, unsatisfied, but seems to accept the decision to put back the discussion, saying, “See to young Skywalker, then.” 

💫

Their shared quarters were never quite clean, but stepping into them now is reminiscent of a battlefield. Obi-wan stares in horror at the mess of old robes and casual wear tossed across the couches and tables, droid parts in the kitchen even after countless chiding lectures of Anakin, please do not use the kitchenette as your storage unit, Force’s sake—

He sighs, dreading what the rest of the apartment will look like. Obi-wan shoves a pair of sparring shoes away, feeling Anakin’s presence nearby. 

Of course, he finds him tucked into the spacious closet that was remodeled into Anakin’s personal tinkering room, his apprentice slumped over the table with his head in his arms, fast asleep. He didn’t ask what the Council deemed as inappropriate behaviour from Anakin, but he sees now why he was called back. The mess, the disorder signature radiating from Anakin, his schedule in disarray. When he reaches forward with the Force, allowing his shields to slide away, the bond shimmers with discontent, worry, a longing sadness that shakes Obi-wan to the core.

The reemergence of his signature, however, serves as a personal alarm, too, as Anakin stirs. 

He rests a comforting hand on Anakin’s back, and it causes Anakin to jerk back, a hand falling to his saber. War has hardened them both. 

“Anakin, it’s—it’s me,” he says, unsure of what will meet him. A pair of eyes slide over him, surging with life. 

“Master!” A pair of arms envelop him in a flurry of movements, Obi-wan’s breath knocked from his throat. “Sith’s hell, I almost stormed the Council when your signature dropped. I thought you’d… I thought you were in trouble and no one would tell me anything.” A pause, a taste of anger. “I almost went after you. I was this close, and you can thank Ahsoka for that.” 

Oh. Oh, Force. 

“I’m here. The mission was just extended much longer than I anticipated.” The arms around him squeeze once and slide away, a hint of bashfulness when Anakin realizes what he’s done. “You know how political talks go,” he finishes with a smile.

Anakin’s face, although undeniably warm with his return, is twisted with exhaustion. Dark circles beneath his eyes, lips dry, the smile not reaching his eyes. Obi-wan wonders how he could have missed this. How, despite their bond expanding across the entirety of the galaxy, he did not feel what his absence was doing. He’s heard of separation anxiety in bonds, but most of them were easily adjusted after Knighthood. Jedi Knights kept away from their Masters to build their independence, fulfilling the needs of the Council and Republic in farther missions. 

The two of them, however, were so whisked up in war that they were never offered that. A gift, truly, but not one without drawbacks. 

“Anakin,” he says carefully, hesitant. “The mission was not complete. I was ordered to immediately return.” A pause, Anakin’s brows pinching with worry. 

“For what? Is everything okay?” 

“I was ordered to return… because of you, dear one.” 

At this, Anakin’s open body language withers and hardens. He stands up straighter, jaw in place and eyes calculating. “Explain, Master, please.” 

Ah, yes. Obi-wan nods, tucking his hands into the folds of his robes so that Anakin cannot see the jittered movement there. Afterwards, he will need to meditate. His emotions will do him no good stuck inside him, especially with this new information. “The Council–”

“Oh, wonderful, my biggest fans,” the words fall in a half-growl, Anakin rolling his eyes. “Let's hear what they think of me this time.” 

“The Council thinks we should sever our training bond.” 

“What?” The surge of anger that follows is a tidal wave, Obi-wan’s signature tainted with the bitter and violent aftershocks. As much as Anakin was as warm as binary suns, his heat could also be blistering. “That’s completely–a nonissue. Who cares? Our bond is the reason we are alive on that battlefield most of the time, Obi-wan, tell me you told them as such.” 

“I did,” a nod, a sigh, Force, Obi-wan was tired. “I felt this coming, truthfully. After our bond was left intact and discovered, it was only a matter of time. These sort of things leave the Council wary… and I admit if it were anyone else and I were on the Council decision, it would worry me too.” His words seem to wound Anakin, but before he can voice his own thoughts, Obi-wan continues. “These things lead to attachment, Anakin. The bond has served its purpose in allowing me to help guide you. That being said, I will continue to ease their worry as long as possible.”

Anakin stares at him for a moment, features cloudy. His former Padawan steps forward, an arm around Obi-wan’s forearm. “It’s been too long, Master,” he bites his lip, a nervous habit that must attribute to the sore, chapped lips he sees now. Just how terribly did his absence affect Anakin? “I can’t - I don’t want to sever our bond.”

“I do not wish to either, dear one.” 

“We’ve - we’ve learned how to exist with it just fine. It will alter everything. All our decisions on the battlefield, our ability to communicate. It’s not fair.” 

“Anakin, it’s less the bond and more the way you have reacted when it’s not there.” 

His eyes slide across the mess of electronics, droid parts both crushed and intact, more of a mess than usual. Anakin only worked this diligently on his projects when he was bothered, when his moving meditations could not quell his brooding emotions. Ever since he was a boy, Obi-wan would watch him sulk to his closet and remain there for hours, the signature radiating from the room one dark and cloudy, but ebbing slowly away with his droid part companions. Tentatively, a hand reaches to press against Anakin’s cheek, his body much thinner than before Obi-wan left Coruscant. 

“My shields were too high, weren’t they?” 

His beautiful boy, he thinks, as Anakin leans into the palm. He noses into Obi-wan’s palm, almost a nuzzle, before grasping his wrist with his mechno-fingers. Obi-wan’s breath short circuits when the prosthetic brings his fingers to Anakin’s lips, not kissing but pressing, feeling. Breathing him in as if he’s not real. 

“It’s like being disconnected to the Force,” he explains quietly, hot breath against Obi-wan’s fingertips. “You’re always there. Even when it feels too much, you’re there, solid, a–a rock, of sorts. And then you weren't and it didn’t feel good. Didn’t feel right. I couldn’t spar with Ahsoka. I couldn't eat. I walked out on Council meetings. I don’t know what was wrong with me.” 

A thumb presses down on Anakin’s bottom lip, chest fluttering when his mouth just drops open and– “Children and animals,” he clears his throat, breaking the moment and pulling his hand away. Chills creep over where Anakin’s mouth was, where his tongue almost touched. “often experience separation anxiety when someone they are close with is gone. It seems the most plausible explanation.”

“Separation anxiety,” Anakin repeats, rolling it around on his tongue. 

“Yes. You aren’t the first person to experience such feelings for their Master.” 

“I’m not like the other cases,” Anakin says adamantly, Obi-wan’s meant to comfort only seeming to agitate his former Padawan. He figured it would soothe his worries to know it was a feeling many understood, but Anakin only frowns. “Padawan…” 

“I’m not your Padawan anymore,” Anakin sighs, defeated. “I’m sorry. For ruining your mission and causing issue. I just— I’m not used to this yet. We’ve always been a team.” 

“And we always will, dear one, I swear it.” 

Anakin’s eyes meet his, not quite believing him. “It won’t be the same if we’re severed, Obi-wan.” 

“I will make them hear my case. I swear that too,” and this time Obi-wan smiles, jerking his head towards the kitchenette. “Now lets clean your mess and we’ll have a meal. You and I, alright?” 

“I’d like that, Master.” 

[thewriterowl]

Ok but can you imagine a fic where it's not Anakin but Obi-Wan that turns to protect everyone? Like maybe he was the only one to be sent to rescue Palpatine and Dooku tells him that Palpatine was grooming Anakin to be a Sith and Obi-Wan goes ABSOLUTELY NOT & tries to kill Palps then & there to protect his padawan? But Palpatine's always one step ahead & tells him if he dies that the bombs 'mysteriously' rigged in Senator Amidala's apartment would go off while Anakin was on Coruscant? So Obi would reluctantly agrees to continue on like nothings happened but planning to tell Mace the second he gets back, but Palps decides to set off Order 66 while he still has the upper hand.

Anakin & Padmé see what's happening to all the Jedi across the galaxy, & Anakin tries to go out to help but Padmé convinces him he can't save anyone if he's dead so they sneak off Coruscant to run to Alderaan to meet up with Bail but Padmé goes into labor halfway through so they have to land to have the twins. Ahsoka finds them, and has just enough time to introduce herself as their aunty before both her & Anakin sense Obi-Wan landing on the planet. Anakin tells Ahsoka to stay behind to take care of the twins bc something feels off about Obi & tells her to get everyone back to Alderaan if something goes wrong.

Turns out something was wrong with Obi, who now has bright yellow eyes & carries himself like someone who's still learning how to be in control of their body & tells Anakin he has no choice but to turn or lose the only things he has left. Anakin, who already told Ahsoka to hightail it out of there, tells him he won't kill him, but would rather die than call a Sith his master.

Bada Bing bada boom, they fight. Anakin refuses to go on the offensive & ends up losing his lightsaber somewhere & gets cornered by Obi.

All the way into hyperspace, Ahsoka can feel the moment Anakin dies. Luke & Leia start crying, & she tries to comfort them through her own pain. Eventually, they all get to Alderaan where Yoda & Mace are waiting for them with Bail. Everyone agrees that the twins should still be split up, even just for a little bit while they learn to shield to make sure the new Emporer doesn't find them. The Organa's still take Leia, but since Obi-Wan is not there to suggest Tatooine, Luke is brought to Naboo to live with the Naberries.

Eventually the twins do meet up a few years later as the new King of Naboo & Senator Organa, while Sith Obi watches them & mourns over the 15th year anniversary of his padawan & grandchild's death.

Eventually when the Death Star is completed 2 years early & the twins work together to steal the plans & end up getting caught together while doing so, Obi interrogates Luke first & finds they're something familiar about his presence in the Force. Later when the two of them escape together, Obi-Wan swears he sees the blond, adopted son of the Naberries perform a trick very familiar to the man who raised Anakin Skywalker.

FALLEN OBI-WAN IS SO GOOD.

He has worked and tried so hard all his life and has suffered and strained and still, in the end, his fall comes from his love and need to protect Anakin and his family of the Jedi Order. It's heart-shattering.

But also...evil Obi-Wan has some sexiness to it too...

But the thing is--I don't see Obi-Wan staying as a Vader type for long. Palpatine takes him out of greed, which blinds him, but it was foolish to try and fully control the Negotiator.

I say Obi-Wan is now the new Emperor of a very different Empire.

The twins, Ahsoka, and all the others would have to work together to have a chance to defeat him and even then...can they?

And also, cause I am trash:

he finds and raises a young Din Djarin who is now his heir and is eyeing this unusual, beautiful man from Naboo.

And cause I am even more trash:

Dark Obi-Wan as Emperor, Dark Padme who thinks she lost her babies as Empress, (Dark?) Anakin as the beloved guard dog of them both, Din Djarin as the adopted son of this group who is raised to be the next Emperor

All the Clones live and follow their royal family with intense loyalty and love. Mandalore, who the Emperor is fond of, slowly becomes the new center of the galaxy and the prince's world which he rules with an iron fist that his people thrive from

Ugh, that's the good stuff

[xecutivecucumber]

Something for the Tech fans (including me. I am a Tech fan)

Okay, so I know that the ship I write for isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But there are some scenes that don’t involve the ship that I’m really proud of and I think would appeal to a wider audience. So I’m going to start posting scenes that I really like with enough context for things to make sense. 

For my regular followers and readers, this will be things that you’ve seen before.

Today’s sample!

Tech has a breakdown

The context:

In a world where Order 66 kind of happens, but Anakin doesn’t turn and starts an early rebellion with the clones, Omega is kidnapped by bounty hunters sent by the Empire in order to win Nala Se’s cooperation. The Bad Batch works with Anakin’s rebellion in the hopes of finding some clue of her whereabouts. They’ve found the bounty hunters who took Omega: Taja and Admani Desai, Togruta siblings who were lied to by Nala Se and have agreed to help the Batch find Omega. Tech especially has taken this badly, spending weeks pushing himself to his limit trying to crack the deeper Imperial codes in order to find Omega. Taja has formed a connection with Tech as they’ve worked together, empathizing with him as she has lost siblings as well. Crosshair has also never left the Batch.

That should be everything! I hope you enjoy!

Tech stared at the information on his datapad. He did not understand it. He needed to understand it. He tightened his grip on the datapad and tried to focus on each character one at a time. 

It did not help that he could hear the others talk quietly on the other end of the ship. He would not be here if Hunter had not forbidden him from finding somewhere he could do his work in peace.

It took far too long for him to realize that the pad was telling him his latest attempt at cracking the Imperial's secrets was unsuccessful.

Tech swore.

Frustration and anger like he had rarely felt before consumed his chest. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he do this simple kriffing thing?

"Tech." 

The rage he felt at himself redirected at the interruption. 

"What is it?" Tech snapped.

"You need to take a break." Hunter said.

He and Wrecker had approached Tech.

"No." Tech said. "What I need is to succeed. I need to find a way to bypass their security."

Burning tears sprang to his eyes. He furiously dug the heel of his palm under his goggles to press them away.

"It needs to work." He mumbled. "I need it to work."

"Give me your data pad." Hunter said. 

Tech pulled away from him. 

"No." He said. "I can continue. I am fine."

"You're not." Hunter said. "You haven't slept or eaten in a rotation and you've barely gone to the fresher. Give me the data pad. That's an order." 

Tech pulled it away from him.

“Come on, Tech.” Wrecker said, reaching for the pad. “Don’t-”

“If you touch this, I will destroy Lula.” Tech said. “If you cared for Omega a fraction of how you dote on that idiotic toy, we would not have lost her!”

Wrecker drew back as if punched. Shame mingled with Tech’s anger and frustration as he saw the wounded look in Wrecker’s eyes. Crosshair, Hunter, and Echo were staring at him. He could feel their disapproval. Crosshair opened his mouth and Tech knew he could not hear the words his brother would throw at him.

Tech tucked his datapad to his chest and fled.

The sunlight of Yavin IV blinded him momentarily. He hurried across the landing area and to the main temple. Surely there would be somewhere he could hide from his brothers' anger and censure. 

He found himself in a cold, dark stone room. There was nothing in it save a few containers of spare equipment. Good. He could be alone here.

Tech held out his datapad with trembling hands. He still felt a pang when he saw the negative result there. He took a deep breath. He could do this. He had to.

The next six attempts were failures.

He was a failure.

Tech hurled the datapad at the wall. The crunch of the screen breaking made no dent in his miasma of emotions. 

It wasn't working and he had hurt Wrecker and Omega was still out of reach-

The words ran over and over in his head, interrupted only by thoughts of worthless and failure. 

Tech fell to his knees and curled in on himself. Shameful tears stung his eyes. For the first time since Omega was taken, for the first time since he was a child, Tech cried. He dug his fingernails into his arms as he sobbed. The pain was welcome. 

The door opened and Tech cringed away from the light. There was no one that he wished to be the one to find him. The regs would be cruel and even worse, his brothers would attempt to help him.

He waited for the questions, the demands.

What are you doing?

Why are you in here?

Are you crying?

Come out of there.

 None came. The door closed again, leaving Tech in the soothing darkness. There was no silhouette joining him in the room when he looked up. 

Tech curled up again on the floor, trying to keep his mind away from what had pushed him to this state. He let it go blank, and the world seemed to disappear from around him.

Voices jolted Tech back to reality. He sat up, unsure of where he was. To his surprise, a blanket fell off of his shoulders. He looked around and slowly the memory of his breakdown came back to him. 

But then- where did the blanket come from? If his brothers had found him, they would have taken him back to the Marauder. Tech became more confused as he picked up a ration bar and a canteen that had not been there before. He would have thought it was Omega if she were not gone. It was something she would do.

The voices outside sounded again and this time Tech could distinguish the words.

"Ma'am, I need you to stand aside now." 

That was a trooper's voice.

"I'm under orders from Clone Force 99." A familiar, melodic voice said. "No one is to enter this room."

Taja?

Tech got to his feet. He hesitated, and then picked up his broken data pad from the floor.

"Uh huh." The trooper said. "Why don't I just comm Sergeant Hunter and see if that's true."

"That won't be necessary." Tech said, opening the door. 

His ears had not deceived him. It was Taja standing as if on guard duty outside the closet door. 

"She was doing me a favor. I needed some quiet for my research." Tech was surprised with how steady his voice was.

The clone trooper looked between the two of them before shrugging and moving on.

Tech wanted to speak the moment the guard was out of earshot, but found himself unable. The shame of the moment seemed to seep in. She had seen him at his lowest. Words seemed inconsequential in the wake of it.

The long moments dragged before he finally managed to speak.

"How did you know?" He asked.

He did not understand. She should have left him alone. Tech was sure that most of the individuals at the base would have done so, or, if they cared to, have gotten his brothers.

Taja's pale green eyes met his and he averted his gaze. 

"My sister would have similar episodes." She said. "I assumed you did not need more stimulation.

Tech didn't know quite how to reply. He merely pressed his broken datapad to his chest.

"Thank you." He finally mumbled. 

"I am glad to help." Taja replied. 

Tech cleared his throat.

"I was unaware you and your brother had returned." He said.

Taja nodded.

"We have been in contact with some of the leaders of the Rebellion, concerning the increasing number of slavers in the galaxy." She said. "We have come to discuss the possibility of raiding a slave camp near here."

"And by some of the leaders, you mean General Skywalker." Tech said.

Taja smiled.

"Too clever by half." She said.

For the first time since Omega was taken, Tech felt a faint urge to smile.

That urge fled when a loud voice cracked through the air.

"Tech!"

Wrecker was barreling towards them. Taja took a step back as he drew near. He skidded to a stop in front of them, looking between them with his brow creased with worry. He lifted his hands, as if he wanted to grab Tech in a hug, which he probably did. Tech was glad that he abstained.

"You okay?" Wrecker asked. "It's been hours and we couldn't find you."

Tech felt some of his guilt return at Wrecker's concerned tone.

"I apologize." He muttered. "I did not intend-"

"It’s okay!" Wrecker said quickly. "I’m not mad, you know. Just worried."

He paused. 

"We're all worried, Tech." 

Tech looked down at the ground. His wretchedness that he had forgotten for a moment returned in full force. 

"I do not understand." He finally said. "Omega is gone. How can you stand not doing anything?"

Wrecker looked again as if Tech had hit him and more guilt piled onto Tech. 

"Cause I can't do anything." Wrecker said. He sounded close to tears. "I'm not smart like you. If I could help Omega by blowin' things up, or taking apart a bomb, or punching something, I would. But I can't."

"Then you understand that my work is of the utmost importance." Tech said. "I am the only one who can find her."

"Maybe." Wrecker said. "The Rebellion still might find somethin' out. But Tech, what would Omega say if she saw you doing this yourself?"

Tech knew exactly how she would react. Her eyes would go wide. He could hear her voice.

"Tech!" She would say. 

And it would be all she needed to say.

"I miss her." Tech said.

"Me too." Wrecker said. 

Tech became aware of Taja looking between them. 

"If I may," She said. "I understand what you are going through. You hurt, you are angry. You feel that the hole in your heart will never be filled."

Tech blinked at her astute description of how he was feeling. Taja looked at him. 

"It will not be this painful forever." She said. "But regardless, your sister is alive. There is hope."

"Yeah!" Wrecker said. "We're gonna find her and we're gonna bring her home, okay?"

Tech looked between Taja and Wrecker. For once, he felt no urge to contradict Wrecker or point out the probability.

"Okay." He said.

"I must go." Taja said. "Admani and I have our meeting."

Tech nodded to her. She smiled back. He liked it when she smiled. 

"So, is she your girlfriend?" Wrecker whispered as Taja disappeared around a corner.

Tech frowned.

"That is not the nature of our relationship." He said.

Wrecker grinned in a way that Tech was not fond of. 

"Uh huh." Wrecker said.

Tech shook his head. 

Romance and partners were never something that Tech had considered. They were clones bred to fight a war. The things that other beings considered natural were not options for them. Even now, Tech had far more pressing matters than whether or not he had a partner. It was even difficult for him to conceptualize.

Though, when it came to potential mates, he could do far worse. She was pleasing to the eye, even with her disfigurement. Perhaps more so because of it. She stood with pride, as if challenging others to mention it. 

He found her coloring aesthetically pleasing and her eyes striking. She was intelligent, worked well with him, and also seemed to understand how Tech's mind worked. And she cared about him, for whatever reason.

No, he doubted he could do better when it came to a possible partner.

He doubted she felt the same way. It was one thing to help him with his troubles and to be a good mission partner. It was quite another to consider Tech in a romantic light. Tech had no data on how partners he found attractive reacted to him. But he had a feeling that any testing would not end with the results he wanted.

[dotthings]

Some thoughts on John in TW 1.06. I am going to make Star Wars references. It cannot be helped.

Lata and Matt are both John mirrors in this ep, and represent the two paths John could go down.

John is currently getting frequently lost in the violence. Lata already broke clear of her downspiral, and represents hope of how people can escape it (at least at times, although as I said in my post about Lata, I’m a little worried about her, if she picks up a machete and kills monsters).

John, your John is showing again, like, a lot.

It’s not just the violence, it’s the tunnel vision, the obsessiveness, the refusal to compromise, the wanting it done his way. You can see glimpses here of the future in how he’ll treat his sons while he escapes into hunting as a way to deal with his grief for Mary. While he will sacrifice everything including his children’s well being for hunting. Was it really about grief for Mary? Or was it the only way John could endure the pain, anger, hurt, that was already inside of him for a long time.

And I think this series has hit a pattern on it. With the signs of how he will break later showing amid John’s better nature, John’s empathy, John’s bravery and kindness, but we know he doesn’t escape the cycle. We can see how he is capable of listening and is reachable though.

This is also the 2nd time an ep ends up with John seeking out Lata, being mindful of Lata, after the hunt’s over. He also this time asks Lata for help. John and Lata's friendship is very very soft. (Again, this makes me fearful for Lata, John's polar opposite mirror).

Who had John Winchester learning how to meditate on their bingo card, not me.

This isn’t an alt John, or a “better” version of John’s history. This is the real story, the truth, and it’s more complicated than we, the audience knew, or Sam and Dean knew growing up. Dean’s unfolding that full history.

Maybe the groundwork on the reasons John doesn’t get entirely lost are being laid out here as much as its mapping his downspiral. Millie and the monster club, all are part of the love and support John gets. He is capable of pulling out of it, or we wouldn’t have 1973 John or 1978 John on the mothership, and we never would have seen at least the glimpses in modern day John his capacity for love.

He would just be wholly lost and all dark, with good still in him somewhere, but John didn't slide down so far he completely lost himself. We’re seeing on The Winchesters John spiraling downward but also growing--and those two things can co-exist. We know there were problems before Mary died, it was never perfect, but it was Mary dying burning on the ceiling makes him snap hard, the progress got lost, and that was the start of a deeper downspiral.

I’ve made the Anakin comparison about John a bunch of times and The Winchesters is a similar portrait of a good human who downspiraled but John isn’t actually an Anakin figure. Older John’s Anakin who went off the rails with grief and revenge but didn't go full Vader. Think of a broken Anakin raising Luke and Leia while on a revenge obsessed path to take out Palpatine. Not choosing the darkside, but letting in a lot of the darkness inside of himself. And the trauma that still might ensue for Luke and Leia being raised like that. While poor Obi-Wan argues with John, for the good of John's kids, and they finally have a big falling out over it. Wow okay thank you for that Star Wars AU prompt, The Winchesters.

John gets possessed by the ghost of Matt the dark John mirror. A hunter who downspiraled almost fully into darkness. His friends were terrified of him and he grew too powerful. Matt is the Anakin figure here. Matt went sith, messing with dark magic, but still had good in him, he responds to Lata's pleas to set John free and to Tracy's tearful regrets.

[atornpageold]

have another thousand words of this game of thrones au

1k words of mess (cw: attempted murder, descriptions of violence and talk of war)

The histories spoke of Force-bonds and their bondeds the way storytellers talked of love—the great accomplishments and the even greater ends. Like all great stories, the events twisted and changed to suit their teller. Some liked to say that Force-bonds drove their bondeds mad and fueled their darkest emotions; jealousy, rage, pain, these were but a few that were sparked by the linking. Others claimed that the bonds made those who suffered from them feel like they never had; pleasures in the mind that couldn't even compete with those of the body.

But all the stories were the same—there were no happy endings.

The body on the bed would have been mistaken for a corpse if it were for the subtle rise and fall of the chest as the lungs took in the air. The auburn hair fanned across the pillow delicately, the strands soft and their original color instead of the hideous dark red that stained them upon arrival. Anakin stared at the face, soft now in the throws of a healing trance. Between them, the center of their bond clashed wildly, half relaxed and calm and quiet while the other raged and screamed for bloodshed, for justice. 

His fingers traced the edges of the lax face as his eyes roved over the man he had almost lost. The blankets covered the wrappings, but he was there when they had first brought him in and had felt every single injury or spike of pain across the bond. Nothing that King Obi-Wan—please call me Obi-Wan; none of that king business, not to you—had felt that Anakin hadn't. Thus was the nature of the bond, and he had raged until the moment he had seen Obi-Wan for himself, body blistered from blasters and bloody from scorch marks. Pure, unfiltered fear had run through him, and a thought that he never wanted to entertain again had run across his mind on a loop; what if he died? What if King Obi-Wan, chosen king of the Kingdom of the Jedi, died? 

Anakin could feel the snarl spreading across his lips once more, and he fought to control his emotions as his Force signature broke through his control and wrapped around Obi-Wan's own, possessive and protectively. Somewhere beyond the open window, high above the castle and laid bare in the sun, the furious bellow of a sun-dragon echoed his pain. He wanted to see heads roll, fortresses burned to ashes, and hear the screams of those that had betrayed them.

Needing to calm himself, the prince stepped away from Obi-Wan's healing bed, the man just as lost to consciousness as he had been when his men had arrived in the safety of his lands. The doors to the room opened when he approached the sensor, and he followed the sound of angry voices, all working to be the loudest in the room. In the living space off the suite where Obi-Wan was brought, the king's most trusted advisors all sat, bickering amongst themselves over who was to blame. Mace Windu paced the length of the room while others sat scattered. 

Quinlan Vos, who had accompanied Obi-Wan to the negotiation dinner in Serenno, was bloodied and dirty in the corner. Without him, without his Force ability, Obi-Wan would likely be dead, and part of Anakin wanted to walk up to the man and pull him tight in thanks. But he remained in the doorway, his rage simmering as he watched the other argue.

"We need to mount an attack against Serenno if Dooku has betrayed us," Windu said, halting his pacing to eye each room member. "It needs to be fast and quick and ruthless. This can never happen again." 

"Dooku will expect an attack," Vos said quietly, not looking up from his hands. 

"We can't just sit here and wait for a better time, Vos," Windu argued. "You saw with your own eyes what he is capable of, what lows he will stoop to."

"And we won't," Anakin said, and all eyes turned to look at him. "We will destroy them with every resource available to us. We will repay their treachery tenfold." 

The room broke out in murmurs of agreement. No one in this castle wouldn't denounce what Dooku had done, especially not toward their king. To attempt to slaughter guests at dinner, a dinner was held to negotiate a truce between the Jedi and the kingdom to the East. It was a blow to lose the support of Dooku to the Sith and even more of an impact on Obi-Wan, who had trusted Dooku because Qui-Gon Jinn once had. A vicious betrayal. 

"He is our king," Anakin continued, and no one dared question his word choice. "He is good and brave, and they tried to slaughter him at dinner—a betrayal of common decency. And we will not let it stand." The price grit his teeth, rage coloring his words.

The voices grew louder as they began to stand, crowding closer to the bondmate of their chosen king. 

"The Tatooine and Jedi kingdoms will not stand by as cowards play games behind our backs. We will make the traitors and conspirators of this pay," he continued, and Ahsoka moved in beside him—his key advisor who had brought forth the Force-bond suggestion. "Will you fight with me? Will you help me avenge our king?!" 

The group shouted in agreement, and Anakin smiled, his teeth glinting dangerously off the Tatooine sun that shined through the transparisteel. War was an ugly game, and when Obi-Wan had first come to him, there had been no stake in it for him. Nothing but the potential freedom of his kingdom. Perhaps the Force-bond had changed everything; perhaps it was just like the stories. Anakin knew without a doubt that he would burn the world for Obi-Wan, would burn anything that kept him from the cool and refreshing link in his mind. 

From the side of his eye, outside the circle of cheering advisors, stood Vos and Windu, staring at him with curious and uncertain looks. 

Anakin just smiled wider.

[jayjaymorgan]

Rexwalker Week - Day 6, Christophsis

Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night! 

Taglist : @rexwalkerweek   

TW : injuries, major character death, Anakin tells a terrible sex joke (?)

He was staring at the clouds, laying on the cold ground as the sky grew dark. He was pressing his hands to his side, trying to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound, while wondering how he’s been laying there. Has it been 10 minutes? An hour? Is the rest looking for him? Is Anakin looking for him? He winces when he thinks about his chances : he’s somewhere in the ruined capitol of Christophsis, at least 10 miles away from the nearest outpost. No one knows where he is, except that he went on a quick patrol, and on top of that he’s all... 

Alone. 

Hissing through his teeth, he tried to sit up, but this caused his wound to send a wave of stabbing pain through his whole body. The wound started to bleed even faster as he falls back to the ground, groaning. He applied more pressure on the wound, trying to stop the flow, but the amount of blood he already lost made him weak and he knew that soon enough he will have no strength left. “Kriff.” It was supposed to be a quick patrol along the perimeter, to make sure that no enemies made it through the force shield. He let the general know that he was going alone, he even took one of the speeder bikes with him just to be extra safe. He was supposed to be back some time ago, but there he was, laying in the ruins of a building, covered in his own blood. He was driving his speeder back to the camp, when a droid shot him. He fell off the bike, which then hit the nearest building and exploded, which distracted the sniper and gave him enough time to hide in one of the destroyed buildings. He could hear them searching for him, but after a couple of minutes they gave up, going back to their base. He stayed there, watching the sky grow dark.

He was supposed to be back at the camp, with Ani.

He blinked and felt the tears building up, his lips shaking as he tried to hold it in, but after a few seconds he let them fall. He tried to move again, turning on his uninjured side while clutching the other, whimpering in pain. Using all his strength, he moved his legs, lifting himself up and stumbling back, screaming in pain. He used his free hand to grab the wall for support, tears streaming down his face, mixing with blood and sweat.

“Kriff! Iba’shabuir...!”

“Sit still! And stop calling me names!” Rex hissed and glared at Kix, who was sewing up his cheek while Hardcase held him in place. He was sitting on a small crate in the hangar, the rest of his brothers gathered around, watching them with sky grins on their faces. “You sure you don’t have any painkillers?” he asked, his lips covered in his own blood. His whole body tensed up as the needle pierced his face, closing the wound. “Ugh, you shebs’palon!” “Yes, I’m sure, and even if I had any you wouldn’t get them with that attitude.” the medic said, using his free hand to stretch his brother’s left cheek. “Just three more.” “Kriff me!” “You’re lucky the blade didn’t hit your teeth and only pierced your cheek. It should heal nicely, as long as you don’t mess with the stitching from the inside.” Kix instructed, preparing the needle. Rex groaned and closed his eyes, clenching his fists. Hardcase tightened his grip around his shoulders and head. “Does anyone know why general Kenobi told us to gather here?” Jesse asked, looking around at the troopers. They all shook their heads, shifting uncomfortably in their new, shinning, white armors. “I heard that we’re gonna meet our new commander.” Hardcase said. “It’s about time.” the medic said, not even looking up at him. “We just finished our training and proved ourselves in the recent missions, plus it explains the new armors.” Just seconds after he finished talking, the door opened and two men walked in, one of them was general Kenobi. The other one was taller than the Jedi master, but appeared to be younger, with the distinctive padawan braid. He was wearing dark robes, his right arm was a prosthetic, but the most noticeable part of him were his eyes.

Those beautiful, blue eyes.

Rex found himself staring at the young man, so he quickly looked away. He could hear them walk closer, as his brothers stood at attention. He instinctively wanted to join them, but Kix pushed him back down, telling him not to move. “Two more.” he said. “So sit still and stop whining like a baby.” “Shebs.” he responded, but did as he was told. “We’ll be with you just in a moment, sirs!” Hardcase said when the Jedis turned in their direction. “Kix just has to put on the last of the stitches.” “Of course, no rush.” Obi-Wan sent them a warm smile. “I’ll introduce the rest while you’re busy.” Rex watched with the corner of his eye as the older man introduced the padawan to his brothers, who gladly shook their hands and exchanged a few words, smiling brightly. He was towering over all of the clones, which made him over 1.80 meters tall, he was muscular, but slim, his walk was full of energy and excitement. He could feel in his gut that the young man has been through a lot, the metal arm and a scar over his eye being the proof, but despite that, the man’s smile could light up a room, even the darkest one. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice that Kix was done. He snapped out of it when Hardcase shook his shoulder, getting his attention. “You’re good to go.” the medic said, putting a band aid over the stitches. “You can take them off by the end of the week, but until then don’t touch them , even if they’re itchy.” “Okay, mom.” he smirked, getting up and gently touching the bandage on his cheek. “What did I just tell you?!” Kix hit him in the back of the head, earning a loud laughter from Hardcase and Jesse. “Don’t act like you’re innocent, Jesse! If you head butt a droid one more time, I swear on the Force, you’ll be the one stitching up your own head!” Now it was Rex’s turn to laugh as he saw his brother’s face. After he calmed down he walked up to Obi-Wan, saluting the general. “At ease, Rex.” the man said. “I’d like you to meet my padawan, he’s going to be your new commander and, in the future, your general.” The blond man nodded his head, a weird feeling washing over him. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt like his stomach tied itself in a tight knot. It wasn’t from stress or  anything negative, it was more from... excitement. He never experienced anything like this. “Come on now, let’s...” Obi-Wan looked around, spotting his padawan a couple of meters away along with the rest of the clones. “Anakin, what are you doing?!” Rex looked up and saw the young man messing around with his brothers : Hardcase was sitting on the man’s shoulder while Jesse and Tup hung from each of his arms, cackling maniacally as he raised his arms higher, lifting them off the ground. “What?” he asked, looking at his master. “I’m glad that you’re making new friends, but please, put them down before anyone gets hurt. And come over here, meet the rest of your men.” Anakin slowly put the men down, who let out disappointed groans, before squatting down and letting Hardcase hop off to the ground. Then, he walked towards Obi-Wan, Rex and Kix, stopping right next to them. “This is Kix, he’s the medic.” Kenobi said, motioning at the clone. Anakin shook his hand, smiling and sending a small, acknowledging nod in his direction. “I must warn you, Kix, he gets injured pretty often, so you will have your hands full.” They all chuckled, Anakin shaking his head, before turning to Rex. “And this is Rex. Or should I say, captain Rex?” The blond man looked at him, a shocked expression on his face. “After what you did on the battlefield, I figured you should be Anakin’s second in command.” the Jedi master said, patting the trooper on the shoulder before giving him a datapad. “Here’s all the info you need to know. So, captain Rex, meet my padawan, Anakin Skywalker.” Rex looked at the younger man, who looked him up and down, a smug smirk appearing on his face. “Oh, I’ll gladly call Rex ‘sir’.”

There was a few seconds of silence. 

And then the rest of the squad started hysterically laughing. Obi-Wan hid his face in his hands, shaking his head while the younger Jedi smiled brightly. The rest of the clones were losing it, all except Rex, who stood there, blinking. “No, we’re done here.” Kenobi grabbed his padawan by his robe and started dragging him away, ignoring his protests. “Let me know if you have any questions, captain, I’ll be on the bridge.” They walked out of the door and disappeared, leaving the battalion alone. “I... I don’t understand?” Rex asked, looking at his brothers. “What did Skywalker mean by saying that?” “He was flirting with you.” Jesse said, but his brother still looked at him, confused. “It’s a sex joke?” “...oh.” the blond man said after a moment, his eyes widening. “Oh!” His face was bright red as he looked down at the datapad in his hands. “What does it say?” Hardcase asked, walking up to the man, with all his brothers following close behind him. “Out number is... 501st.” “And what color?” “It says we can pick, there’s a list of available colors...” “Then how about we let our new captain pick?” Kix said, saying the word ‘captain’ much louder. The rest agreed loudly, patting Rex on the back and shoulders. He smiled at them, feeling pride swell in his chest. “So, what is it?” they asked as he glanced down at the datapad. 

“Blue.” 

Blue like his eyes.

He slowly climbed out of the ruins, gasping and grunting in pain. He walked a few meters before his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, landing on his back in the rumble and dust. He looked down at his wound, which was still bleeding profusely. He could see the exposed flesh and muscles, which made him groan and place his hand on the wound, biting his lip. The pain was unbearable, so he focused his gaze on the sky to try muffle the pain. The sky cleared up, he could see the stars. He chuckled when he saw a small sparkle soar through the sky at unimaginable speed, only to disappear a fraction of a second later. 

“A falling star...” 

“What did you wish for?” Rex looked up at the man beside him, who smiled in response. “Aren’t we a little bit too old for that?” he asked, earning a nudge in the ribs. “Hey!” They were sitting on the roof of the Jedi temple, looking at the sky. It was a miracle that they could see the stars, mainly because Coruscant was less busy than usual. They were celebrating. Anakin was just knighted and was now an official member of the Jedi Order, so it was a very special occasion. Rex still could see the burned hair on the right side of his head, where the braid was cut off by a lightsaber. The Jedi kept touching the spot, a proud look on his face. “You’re never too old to make wishes after seeing a shooting star.” he said, glancing at the clone before focusing his gaze on the sky once again. “Oh, another one!” “But they don’t grant wishes, do they?” “No, not really... But I like to think that they do.” he moved closer to Rex, trying to be discrete as he did so. “If they could, what would you wish for?” “Me?” he laughed. “I don’t really have anything in mind.” “Nothing?” “Yep.” Anakin lets out a quiet sigh before looking up at the sky. “If I could, I would wish for...” he spoke softly, a smile on his lips. “...for us to never be apart, no matter what, until the very end.” Rex’s face turned slightly red as he looked away, his heart beating faster. After a moment he looked back at the Jedi, who was watching him with a soft and warm expression. He returned the smile before turning his head back to the sky, watching as another shooting star made its way through the sky. “Since I told you my wish, how about you tell me yours?” Rex laughed quietly and scooted closer to Anakin, their hands almost touching. 

“I wish...”

“...I could say goodbye.”

A sob escaped from his throat, tears streaming down his face, clouding his vision. Dark spots started appearing before his eyes, he could feel his strength leaving him with each passing second.

“I’ll be gone just for an hour, maybe two.”

He looks at the man, who still didn’t seem convinced. “Can you at least take someone else with you?” Anakin asked, his eyes full of worry. “They need to rest, plus I won’t be going far.” Rex placed his hand on his lover’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’ll take one of the speeders, so if anything happens I’ll just escape and come back here.” Anakin hummed in response before pulling the soldier into a hug. “I can always give you a direct order to stay, can I?” his voice was muffled by the clone’s armor. “You could, but you won’t.” Rex stepped back and pulled the Jedi into a short, loving kiss. “I’ll be back before you’ll even notice that I’m gone. In one piece, safe and sound.” “Promise?” “Promise.” he kisses the man again. “Have I ever broken a promise?”

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice raspy and weak. “I’m sorry, Ani. I’ll have to break the promise.” He stares at the stars one last time as he takes his final breath.

[ladyxskywalker]

I know this is a topic discussed often, but what do you think? 🌚 Is Obi Wan still a virgin, or did he eventually find someone in the past?

I feel like he might’ve had a few experiences on Coruscant, probably without proper dates just hookups because he was ashamed? And maybe nowadays in the late night hours of the night he’s in his room in the temple and reads spicy books… 🥹

🌸 I always like to imagine that obi wan would have found someone, even if time & other things surrounding himself would have made that more difficult for him. 💫

like, a situation similar to aotc!anakin & padmè, but maybe he never truly allowed himself to let things get too far - at least not right away, because he's loved & lost before...

the ultimate 'master' of flirtation pulling them in just by the glimmer of warmth in his eyes, & the hopeless way he tends to talk, eventually leading up to something more 👀 !

maybe he had a few secret *late night dinners* or *come to my quarters for tea* type of things with someone special of his own, showing off his playful wit and charm while maybe sneaking around...

slipping away every now and then, but never staying long.

& he wants those same kinds of breathless scenarios he's read about in all of them, selfishly & with his entire heart. disappering far off into nature where the wildflowers call him while he so often finds himself alone; in the meditation gardens or on the shore of some planet offworld - in the back of a cantina where the stairs leading to the room upstairs, just might have been insufferably too far...

If he indulges in being with anyone, he would take them back to their quarters, or the empty confines of an idle ship; in the library after hours behind the stacks - where yes, absolutely, he is reading those steamy novels ! (maybe you even read parts of them together ! his soothing voice whispering things into your ear from some of his books)

the ones buried all the way in the back of a forgotten datapad drawer; the titles all disguised as maps, or training guides, or even engineering manuals. all it takes is one wave of his hand & the force to reveal his favorite fictional couple who loves to love so hard, that it goes far beyond anything he's ever gotten to have himself...

and he lays them down gently because he's a man of honor, taking patient care to savor stolen moments like these, no matter him being so wound with emotion & eager.

slotted hands & limbs, rolling against the other’s in fits of desperation & pleasure; a chance for him to wrap himself around another person in the dark where it's safest for him to do so; shadows embracing a lonely pair of sated figures, when letting go is just as easy as it is to come further undone...

the scent of their memory, woven still throughout the ripple of his sheets when by dawn they've already left - at times choosing to do that hard part for him, so that no one's feelings get hurt; his skin, & his heartbeat, always serving as a tender reminder...

and he has to be strong, even if he doesn't want to. even if he sees them again in passing somewhere, brushing the tips of all his fingers to their hand in secret, or maybe even gifting them with little handwritten notes along the winding feel of some corridor...

where the last thing he is able to let slip all away, is an aching look just over his shoulder there...

...

'carry me with you always, no matter where we go from here'

In another time, maybe he would have had some kind of quick, & hurried kind of romance amidst the war, maybe falling unexpectedly for someone he's seen on the battlefield when he was general 👀 ! one of his commanders *wink wink* or a person they saved together - or both.

'If all is lost tomorrow, let us have this; you and I alone, for however long, until eventually I must go...'

& soon he will see that all it takes is that one person just to show him that he deserves everything & more - whether it be some coy & intriguing market place thief, or a former royal living as someone else; that he never was a failure & did all that he could, because what could have really been so wrong about love & possessing it, if ultimately it had been true, after all?

& he knows that between gasps of air & stray pieces of hardened armor falling to the floor, that he has to let things end, that the fight is far from over, extending way beyond the more indelicate parts of himself. because of his duty to the Jedi & to the people & worlds they swore protect, or having to stay hidden somewhere in the desert much later on when all comes crashing down...

& because of this heavy weight of loss carried on his back, guilt, & even shame, he feels as if maybe he isn't truly worthy of pursuing love anymore, that he thinks in every way he's only failed...

scolding himself for such past indulgences & hurting himself by leading his mind there to believe that all of it perhaps was only a distraction...

but none of it was, because 'luminous beings are we' & that light exists in all of us; that need to be wanted & to be held - to find comfort in someone else's arms...

xo 🌼💫