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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness part 2

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, language, Depressive and stress related descriptions, stim shots and over use of medications(didn't know so tagged in case), injuries & not appropriately treating them, JANGO FETT! (we love him! but definitely a warning)

A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!

PS- I've been stuck with writers block for these latest chapters so it's going REALLY SLOW! I am so sorry guys, I'm doing ma best. Definitely gonna take a break after this arc to build up a few chapters so hopefully this doesn't happen again.

Picture Credit: Lucasfilm and pinterest

Words: 7000

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“Et nomine Kaf, et frappuccino, et soda and chocolate... Aaaaahhhh Fuck here we go.” You muttered the funny little chant to yourself before exiting the lift.

It was a long day already. The changeling's death, the autopsy, debriefing the council, the meeting with Padme; you were done with the day much less the week. The jorgan fruit to top this cake was the council riding roughshod over you all. Sending Anakin on this protection detail solo was not a good idea, especially after what Dorme had reported back.

Moping and complaining to you was one thing, but it wasn't acceptable on an assignment. Even less acceptable to the person they were assigned to protect. Taking a deep breath to remind yourself yet again that he was young and still maturing, you resisted the urge to knock sense into him repeatedly. Entering the guest room where Anakin was currently trying his best to get dressed did draw a wan smile though. He was fighting the material, trying to fasten it like a robe instead of a shirt.

“Pull that any harder and you won't have but your trousers and vest to wear.”

“You sound like Obi Wan,” Anakin turned sourly to you, he could already sense the lecture coming. “I'm a Jedi, not a fashion model.”

“Oooh someone's in a mood I see.”

Anakin threw up his hands in frustration, “I look like a puffer pig on Lifeday eve.”

“Yes, but a very handsome puffer pig.”

“Yeah right,” Anakin was fighting a smile.

“Well it still looks good on you.” You waived off his hands and started refastening the loose shirt then handed him the over coat. “Last time I helped you like this was your first days as our Padawan, now it's your first big solo mission.”

“Master Y/n?” Anakin felt a ripple in your signature, wistful and sad. “I promise we'll be fine, you don't have to worry.”

Raising an eyebrow you hummed in your throat, “I wonder sometimes if there is something that I have forgotten... some nugget of wisdom that hasn't yet been passed. Have I done all that is possible to protect and guide you?”

Anakin had towered over you for a few years now and yet it still felt like he was that small boy sitting with you at the pond. He felt you take his hand, giving a squeeze looking up at him with those knowing eyes. Casting his own gaze to his boots Anakin felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment, “Guess I've been a bit dumb huh?”

“Just young. ” Letting go to tug at his braid you watched as a smile quirked up. “Hey look I'm no council member, but I do have a little wisdom that I haven't quite passed on that you may need for this mission.”

You reached a hand into your robes to retrieve a small object, one that had lived in your desk for sometime. You had hoped that it would be a while yet till he needed this, but you could no more stop the passage of time than to stop the flow of the living Force. Perhaps you were so cautious with Anakin because of your own misfortunes, maybe it was the few rough missions and close calls. Taking the bracelet that matched Obi Wan's you fastened it to his wrist, slowly letting the words flow.

“You have the biggest heart Anakin Skywalker and you're a damn fine apprentice. I have no doubt that you can protect yourself and Senator Amidala from whatever gets thrown your way. Yes I will worry, but only because I care for you so much and want you safe. As your Master though, I know that I must let you go no matter how hard that is for me. We will be with you always and if you ever doubt it just look right here.” Tapping the bracelet you took a deep breath and glanced up at those bright blue eyes. They were different from Obi Wan's, more mirthful and cocky. You never wanted that mirth to leave him, you'd spare him any heartache if you could, but that was life and so your apprentice must take the good with the bad as you all did. “Now about that big heart.”

“Master I...”

Holding up a hand you smiled again at the young man. “I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I shot your feelings down right now wouldn't I?”

“I don't know...”

“Yes you do.” Quirking up a brow at your apprentice and giggling at the blush that now spread up to his ears. “Don't tell Obi Wan though, he likes to think he's so sneaky. And I'm sorry that I was so remiss in advising you before all this started.”

“Well it's not like Jedi usually have significant others.” Anakin snarked.

“Be that as it may, I do have a little advice. Be honest and tell her how you feel, what you admire, what you think. Listen to what she has to say instead of thinking that you're right all the time. Don't let your pride speak where your heart should. And above all else never let your pride and heart out pace your brain... if anyone could testify about that it's me.” Giving his hand a last squeeze you stepped back to get one last glance at him, no longer the boy but the man.

Anakin glanced down at his feet again, “What if she doesn't feel the same way?”

“That is the risk we take,” using your finger to tip his chin back up you gave him a kind look. “Either way at least you'll know, which is better than wallowing in the what if's. Take your shot kid, the Force will be with you.”

“As it is with you Master.”

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“Sarinysium is hard stuff to come by kiddo... even harder to produce correctly,” Maffa studied his young friend from across the desk. Bone and soul tired like you hadn't slept in several days, and then there was the small fact that you had come to him for information. While he was more than happy to oblige you, Maffa also knew that you didn't turn to him for help lightly. Must be a real emergency, he figured. “With a concentration and distillation of this quality though... a few that come to mind.”

“Anyone from the planets that have left the Republic?” You swirled the amber liquor clinking the ice on the sides of the glass. You wouldn't breathe easy till Anakin checked in from the hiding place and were also anxious to hear what Obi Wan had found out from Dex. You didn't have the premonitory gifts of your Master, none the less you felt the edge of war's knife at the throat of the galaxy. Looking to the old gangster you saw that even he could tell the tides were changing.

“One or two but the one that comes most to mind is a planet called Kamino. Lot of war profiteers, cloners that make armies for hire, weapons manufacture and testing.” Maffa took a sip of his own glass, pursing his lips. “Y/n please let someone else handle this. These type of folks mood changes with the wind and the highest bidder.”

“I wish I could... but duty calls.” Downing the last of your drink you smiled at your friend. “Besides you know Obi Wan will keep track of me well enough.”

Maffa sighed heavily, but shrugged his shoulders and wrote some information on a flimsy for you. As you grasped the sheet he took hold tightly. “Just be safe little Y/n. If someone has brought back a weapon like this, there's no telling what they have up their sleeves.”

Giving Maffa a hug you promised to come back by after your mission. You called Obi Boy, he had found a similar lead to the mysterious planet Kamino and was headed to the Archives. By the time you had arrived though he had struck a dead end there and apparently upset Master Nu in the process. With the two of you at a loss you thought on what Master Melri would do. “Well when in doubt, find a wiser adult.”

“I think Master Yoda is teaching sabers to the younglings today.” Obi Wan gazed down at your haggard appearance, sighing at the sight. As the two of you made your way down the halls he pulled you into one of the blind corners. Circling his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your head. “You look a fright wee one, here let me help.”

“Sorry, I haven't even been back to our quarters yet.”

Obi Wan turned you so he could fix your ponytail. He could also tell that you'd been subsisting on nothing but Kaf by how shaky your body was. You spun in his arms laying your head against his sternum. Laying his head to yours Obi Wan sighed knowing that this was exhausting for the both of you. “Come wee one, let us consult with the most adult person we know.”

“Don't think, feel with the Force. Help you it will.” Yoda focused on the small ones before him. Young though they were, strong and skilled were they too. Much like a great garden these younglings minds simply needed nurturing and time for them to reach their potential. Sensing the approaching knights Yoda clacked his staff on the floor. “Younglings, Younglings visitors we have.”

“Hello Master Kenobi and Master L/n.”

"Hello Younglings,” Obi Wan gave a small smile. “We're sorry to disturb you Master.”

“Teddy Bear Clan! How's your class today lil squishes?” A wave of giggling bounced around the room. You smiled at the group of children, no matter how tired you were, seeing them certainly buoyed your spirits. Now if you could remain upright that'd be a trick.

Yoda laughed at your greeting, “What help to you can I be?”

“Why don't you take the lead Obi Boy, I'm gonna test the structural integrity of that post.”

“Indeed, we shall see whom crumbles first.” Obi Wan tried to hide his grin, instead focusing more on the wise Master before him. “We're looking for a planet described to us by separate acquaintances, but it doesn't appear in the archives.”

“Lost a planet have you? How embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades,” Master Yoda raised the reader and gestured for all to come closer. “Gather around the map reader, clear your minds and find this lost planet we will.”

With the room darkening your mind started to really blank, so very tempted to fall asleep right there standing against the pillar. Instead you tracked Obi Wan as he paced the room.

“It ought to be here, but it isn't.” Obi Wan shook his head at the empty space on the map.

You nodded in agreement, “Maffa said the same, right between Scarif and the Rishi moon.”

“Gravity is pulling all of the stars in the system to this spot.” Obi Wan looked to you. “What do you think darling?”

“Nothing good I can tell you that.”

“Gravity's silhouette remains, but the star and all of its planets have disappeared. How can this be?” Yoda gazed at his charges, young and old alike. “Hmm a thought? Anyone?”

One little hand raised, their voice so very calm, “Master, it's because someone erased it from the archive memories.”

“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is. The Padawan is right, go to the center of gravity's pull and find the missing planet you will.” Yoda began to walk towards the hallway, the two knights following.

“Master Yoda who could have emptied the data from the archives? Isn't that impossible?” Obi Wan did not like where this evidence was leading.

“Dangerous and disturbing this is, only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why, harder to answer... meditate on this I will.” Yoda hummed thinking about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. How was it that he and the Council could not have sensed this? How and why the Senator were drawn in was troubling as well. Looking at the two weary knights he sighed. “Rest now and this afternoon depart for this mystery planet you shall.”

Both of you bowed and headed to your quarters. Over and over the darkest of thoughts and more came to mind, and unfortunately none that you could outright dismiss. Making it in the door you flopped on the couch, Obi Boy set an alarm and then pulled you in close. He ran his hand through the mess that was your hair, gently stroking it as you held him tighter. “Maffa thinks I should sit this one out.”

“Then he and I are of the same mind. Would that I could send you to look after the boy instead, but I require your brilliant intellect.” Obi Wan sighed raising his other hand to scrub his face.

“How do you want to play this?” Resting your chin to look up at him you blinked and almost fell asleep right there. It was hard to resist the warm safety of his embrace.

Obi Wan hummed in his chest, “First we shall rest, then simply take things in our stride as we progress.”

“So very wise,” your head slumped to nestle into his strong chest. “Love you.”

“And I you wee thing.”

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“There it is, our missing planet.” Obi Wan turned back to you in the fighter. Seeing you knees to chest and dead to the world asleep gave him a grin. Reaching back through the seats to tap you awake he laughed at your grumbles. “Wake up sleepy kaf gremlin, we're here.”

You blinked owlishly and gazed out the canopy as the ship descended through the atmosphere. “Oh goodie... rain.”

“Come now we must put on our best faces.”

Making the mad dash to the door of the landing platform and looking like drenched rats was not going to make a good first impression. Wringing out your ponytail caused Obi Wan to snort. "Not...a ... word."

Obi Wan only smirked, quirking an eyebrow.

A tall being with the most remarkable obsidian eyes greeted you. “Master Jedi, welcome to Tipoca City. The Prime Minister is expecting you.”

“Oh this is getting weirder and weirder...” you glanced at your Obi Boy.

Obi Wan tried to keep neutral expression, “We are expected?”

“Of course! After all of this time we were starting to think you weren't coming.” The being before them began to walk and gestured to follow. “I am Tuan We, administrator and one of the overseers of this facility.”

“Pleased to meet you.” you studied the taller being in fascination. “This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi and I am Healer Y/n L/n.”

“What are you up too?”

“Just trust me, scientists talk to other scientists... networking.”

Taun We looked intrigued by that, “I've never met a Jedi Healer before, perhaps you would enjoy a tour of the medical facilities while Master Kenobi meets with the Prime Minister?”

Obi Wan stroked at his beard to hide a smirk, “Very clever.”

“That would be wonderful, also do you mind if I ask a few questions?”

"I would be happy to answer," Taun We inclined her head and long neck to the female, "I would be most interested to ask you about your work as well."

You smiled, "Excellent."

You managed to keep Taun We busy right up until you entered the Prime Minister's office. Introductions were made, Prime Minister Lama Su extending the offer that since you had both arrived so late in the evening that a full inspection would be organized in the morning.

“Thank you, we feel most welcome.” Obi Wan smiled over the cup of tea that had been brought in.

Lama Su studied these Jedi with a keen eye. “You'll also be pleased to know that we are on schedule. 200,000 units are battle ready with a million more on the way.”

“I'm sorry units?” Your ears perked at the term.

“That is... great news.” Obi Wan gave you a look. “Wait and see wee one.”

“Please tell your Master Sifo Dias that his order will be met on time.” Lama Su further gauged their reactions. Either this was as unexpected for the Jedi as for the Kaminoans or something was greatly amiss.

“I'm sorry who...” Obi Wan was now quite startled.

You were equally shocked, “Did you say Master Dias?”

“Yes. Master Sifo Dias is still a sitting member of your Jedi Council is he not?”

“Master Sifo Dias was reported missing and presumed killed almost 10 years ago.” Obi Wan placed the cup down to watch the being across from them. As soon as one clue was found, a new mystery was revealed.

“Obi Boy...”

“I know sweetling.”

Lama Su dipped his head, “I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he would be proud of the army we've built for him.”

“The Army...”

You quickly covered for Obi Wan's shock, “That's why we're here. Though some of the data has been lost to us since his passing, did Master Dias say who this army was for?”

“Why for the Republic of course.” Lama Su Rose and opened the portal to the viewing platform off the office. “Magnificent aren't they?”

You and Obi Wan stepped forward to row upon row of troopers for as far as the eye could see. Each of the signatures was so unique yet all wore the same uniform blending seamlessly into the other. Looking at Obi Wan with a wide expression he nodded back. “Obi Boy what have we gotten ourselves into?”

“This is bigger than any of us could have imagined...”

The Prime Minister gave a short viewing tour, highlighting the best of the genetic modifications made to these beings. Obi Boy had to calm you a few times when the Kaminoans referred to the men as “Items”. While the science of cloning had been around for some time you were fascinated by the advancements that the Kaminoans had made. That they managed to avoid the pitfall of clone madness thus far by balancing out the growth stages was quite the trick.

All in all from the surface a well run facility. While Obi Wan had continued on with Lama Su, you were escorted to the medical research wing to meet with their head researcher Nala Se. The female Kaminoan was different from her counterparts, speaking more kindly regarding the beings that were under their care, but none the less regarding them as a product.

“And what other research regarding combat is performed?” You were looking over the records of the Alpha series of clones.

Nala Se tilted her head, “I'm not sure I understand Healer L/n?”

“It's just that in my experience most militaries have an R&D for weaponry, medical research, technology... I was curious if that was similar here?”

Taun We was quick to answer, “Our weapons research is conducted elsewhere, closer to the armory.”

“So ballistic and plasma based items?” You stated the question with the same detached ease as you would a post operative report. There was a spike between the two other beings, “I'll take that as a no?”

“We have in the past done other weapons research, but it was shut down years ago and now only kept in the high security areas. I trust that you'll understand that I cannot show you those without proper clearance.” Taun We eyed the Jedi, she was an intelligent being for a human. Lama Su had warned to watch both of their guest carefully.

“Being in the RRC I've responded to many places where Bioligics have been used, I was curious if you had any new advances in treatment perhaps?”

Nala Se's eyes did widen at that, “Of course we would be happy to share our data to help those affected.”

“Not a pleasant business Biologics,” you kept a pulse on their signatures, “the worst I ever saw was sarinysium. Terrifying stuff, gone in the blink of an eye...”

The two Kaminoans became uneasy at your mention, body language changing subtly.

“I apologize, sometimes I tend to ramble.” You looked to Nala Se who kept eyeing the report in your hand. “These Alpha troopers are quite the group, why weren't more of them created?”

Nala Se seemed to relax at the question and change of topic, “We found them to be far too strong willed to create in large numbers. It seemed better to have them as leaders among the ranks.”

You nodded, “Ah, well thank you very much for your time and hospitality. I look forward to the demonstrations tomorrow.”

As you were escorted through the halls you mulled over this new piece of the puzzle. You had only briefly met Master Dias during your time as a Padawan, he had been a good and loyal member of the order. Why then had he done this?

Angry yelling coming from the hallway ahead drew your attention as quickly as your feet, old instincts kicking over. Turning the corner you saw a group of clones carrying one of their own. Without thinking you removed his helmet and began to palpate where you saw blood. It was your first real look at the men, you weren't sure if this one was in shock at seeing you or if the expression was from the pain of his injury.

“What happened?”

The men looked at you as though you sported horns and a second head. “Uh... Ma'am?”

“It's alright I'm a healer, now what happened?”

The trooper who was being supported crumpled to the ground causing the focus to shift. As you knelt to check the injured clone he tried to be nonchalant. “Fell in the simulation, think I blacked out for a bit... just startled my squad is all.”

“Is that true?” Taun We questioned.

The rest of the men shifted restlessly, till one spoke out. “One of the training droids malfunctioned, fired after the exercise ended. He fell from the ledge."

"How far?" You fired off the question while checking pupil reaction.

"I'd say 6 meters ma'am."

“Uh huh,” Looking at the injured man you pulled out your best smile. “Alright handsome let's just be sure that hard head didn't crack. Let me see now, this may feel a little strange.”

Placing your hands to cup his face and reaching with the Force you soon found the problem. A hemorrhage causing intracranial pressure that would kill the man before he could make it to a medbay. He was deteriorating quickly pupils unequal, his pulse was racing under your fingertips. Glancing at the others gathered you instructed them to hold the patient steady. Focusing you began to channel and mend the broken vessels, breathing and heart rate returning to normal. Slowly opening your eyes you saw warm brown ones staring back alert and bright. “How do you feel now handsome?”

Who was this strange woman, not an instructor for certain? When CC-3636 felt those gentle hands on his pounding head he figured that was that, end of the line before he even saw combat. Then a warm feeling as the pain went away, gentle smile easing his fears. Seeing Taun We watching the interaction brought him back to reality quick enough. Sitting up straight he gave a crisp reply, “Much better ma'am, I'll report to my next training rotation with my squad.”

“The hell you will, you're going with me to the medbay and getting a second look at, isn't that right?” Looking up at Taun We you saw the subtlest nod. Helping the much taller man to his feet you couldn't help but appreciate the sheer stature of all the clones. Their progenitor must be truly impressive if these were any indication. Unfortunately you also wobbled like a fawn having gotten up too quickly and fell against your patient. “Kark... Sorry!”

CC-3636 smirked at the little thing, barking orders one minute then skittish the next. He linked her arm through his and marched toward the medbay. “Quite all right ma'am.”

Obi Wan meditated by the window of the guest quarters, it was spartan but spacious. The bounty hunter was here, of that Obi Wan was certain, but what his underlying motivations were... that was yet to be discovered.

You were resting after an eventful afternoon, resting even as tired and annoyed as your were. Obi Wan had sensed your feelings from the minute that the Kaminoans had referred to the beings under their care as objects. He was a guardian but in many ways you too were one. Your respect and compassion towards all beings was one of the many things he admired. Even drained as you had been you couldn't stop babbling about the troopers you had encountered... and the fact that none of them had a name.

“Obi?” You padded over to where he sat by the window, storm raging on the other side. When he didn't respond you decided to join him, taking a seat in his lap. Warm strong arms wrapped around and trapped you against his chest. Leaning your head back you waited for him to speak first, far too afraid of your own thoughts.

“You were a loth cat in a prior life darling.” He kissed the side of your neck. “What is it?”

“I sense darkness lurking around the poor souls here.” A tear slipped loose at the intrusive thought and of the old pain trying to break loose again. “How can life be created simply to die...”

“All life ends y/n, but we go on in the Force.” He felt your head shake.

“They were born to die for someone else's fight, for someplace they've never even seen, a choice that was never theirs to make. How can anyone use other beings like that?”

“Ahh... You know as well as I that not all beings in the universe have everyone's best interest in mind. That not all have the same virtues and heart.”

Playing with his hands nervously you considered what had woken you, “I saw something Obi Boy... something terrible.”

“Show me.”

Opening you signature to his own the same images flashed in rapid succession. War, pain, the red of a sith's lightsaber, death.... swirling so quickly that it was hard to catch one before the next came. He could feel the shudder running through your body, the cold sweat rising. Obi Wan ran his hands at your side to soothe and comfort. Turning to look you in the eye he could see the dark set in.

“Can we stop it? Can we save them?” Tears rolled down your cheeks thinking again of the man you had healed but a few hours before. He didn't know that his eagerness for battle was simply the naivete of one who had yet to even really live.

Obi Wan kissed your forehead softly, holding you tight, “I hope so sweetling... for all our sakes.”

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Jango Fett paced the small common area in his quarters, occasionally peering in to watch his son sleep. What he would give to dream so soundly, but those days had long departed. He had spotted the sleek starfighter as he landed his own ship. Lama Su had informed him that the Jedi had finally come to see the war cattle that had been created from his genetics. He knew well enough that wasn't the only reason for their appearance.

This was just a job like any other, with the exception of the son he loved dearly. Of all the things that had come of his work these last 10 or so years Boba was the one that he never regretted. Glancing to the buildings at the far side of the floating city his thoughts drifted again to the two visitors. “Alright Jetii your move...”

“Boba is your father here?” The small boy at the door nodded, “May we see him?”

Boba pursed his lips seeming uncomfortable, “Sure.”

“I don't think he likes strangers.” You tried to give the boy a smile which he returned even if shyly. His look turned to a sneer when he looked at Obi Wan.

Obi Wan raised a brow, “I think he likes you better than me.”

Entering into the small apartment you heard Boba call for his father. It was much like the one that the two of you had stayed in, though you could feel the echos of happy memories here. Hearing movement from the bedroom you turned to see a striking man coming towards you. He moved with a lethal grace and an aura of command. It was his face that truly struck you, scared and battle hardened version of the younger clone from the day before.

Taun We bowed her head at the man, “Welcome back Jango, was your trip productive?”

“Fairly.” Jango had quickly sized up the male, a fighter and cocky for sure, not a problem if push came to shove. The female was... intriguing. Turning to face the shorter woman he put on a flirting smile, making his tone lighter. “And you are?”

Your mind blanked at the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't that you weren't used to flirting, just that this felt altogether different, like a test of sorts. Fortunately Taun We stepped in.

“This is Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi and Jedi Healer Y/n L/n, they've come to check on our progress.”

Jango watched as the healer offered a hand in greeting, maybe trying to regain their footing. Pretty little thing, not his type but none the less there was something charming about her. Taking your hand Jango raised it to his lips and gently pressed a kiss. “Welcome to Kamino.”

You swallowed hard, “Thank you.”

Obi Wan watched as this Jango released your hand and walked towards him. He raised an eyebrow and tried to appear unaffected by the little exchange. “Your Clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.”

“I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the galaxy.” Jango gazed impassively at Kenobi, then darted his eyes briefly to you. Your attention had fallen to Boba and his Djarik board. It was a game that they had started just before he left on this last assignment, she was studying the board in interest. Jango resisted a smirk when you shook your head at his son's next play.

“Ever made your way far as Couriscant?” Obi Wan had used the man's momentary distraction to look past into the room by the door, the metallic glint of armor catching the light.

Jango caught the line of the other Jedi's sight even as he pressed in his move to the board, whispering for Boba to close the door. He inched into your space crowding and then brushing past you to face Kenobi again, “Once or twice.”

Obi Wan fired back, “Recently?”

“Possibly...” Jango could see that this Kenobi didn't like him getting near the woman, how interesting. He leaned on the table close to you, smiling and giving a wink. “Though I have thought of passing by more often. Such a beautiful place with such... marvelous people.”

“You must leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake Mr. Fett.” You saw the hunter cock his head.

Jango rather liked this Jetii, “I've never had any complaints.”

"Probably far too busy to hear them, you seem more a man of business," leaning slightly closer you glanced down at his lips then back to that hawkish gaze. A flirting smile passed your lips, "and seldom one of ... pleasure."

"Being trapped in that Temple of yours mesh'la what would your know of such things?" If the Jeti'ika wanted to play then who was he to deny her.

“Hmm...Well I've never had any complaints.” You kept eye contact, smirking. Master Melri always said when men flirt their guard was at it's lowest. However Jango may like the game he still wasn't giving you anything. Obi Wan on the other hand was not happy with the exchange. You could feel the territorial protectiveness in his signature spiking and while it was comforting it also wouldn't help. “Easy Obi...”

“I'm fine.”

“Bantha Shit. Mission first...Besides you know I only have eyes for you sweet man.”

Obi Wan gritted his teeth & attempted to reign in his temper, now trying a different avenue. “Then you must have met Master Sifo Dias.”

“Master who?”

Ah, now there's something. Obi Wan circled closer to Fett, “Sifo Dias, was he not the Jedi that hired you for this job?”

Jango didn't like that the knight had caught him off guard, deciding to keep this discussion to the point. “Never heard of him.”

“Really?” You now came to stand beside Obi Wan. “Then how...”

“I was hired by a man called Tyranus, on one of the moons of Bogden.”

“Curious,” You murmured absently, “must be an associate.”

Jango looked between the two, setting a challenging gaze at Kenobi, “Do you like your Army?”

“I look forward to seeing them in action.” There was a ghost of a smile on Obi Wan's face.

“They'll do their job well, I'll guarantee that.”

You watched the two men posture, like rivals testing the waters. You had caught sight of the armor too and old tales of Mandalorian fighters scratched at the surface. This man had the cold eyes of a killer for certain, but he also loved his son dearly as evident by the many trinkets and their strong bond. A man of many facets.

Was Jango truly a part of whatever was transpiring or simply a pawn? The aura surrounding the boy was clear and curious; whatever the father's dealings Boba didn't seem privy. Either way nothing more would be gained with further discussion now. “Thank you for answering our questions Mr. Fett, we're very sorry to have intruded.”

“Please call me Jango.” Again he saw the small flash of jealousy in Kenobi's eyes as he looked back at him. “Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.”

As their guests left Jango could see his son was as uneasy as he was. Dooku had not told him what the contingency was if the Jedi came sniffing around, but he recognized the danger of the situation well enough. Looking at his son, his decision was made.

“Pack your things, we're leaving.”

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“Great karking plan!” You yelled watching the armored man fly off. “What happened to 'just having a talk?'”

“He's Mandalorian,” Obi Wan gritted his teeth, “That is how they talk!”

The ship on the platform was powering up it's weapons systems. Dashing towards the front of the craft you tried to signal the very scared kid in the cockpit. Taking cover by a pillar you focused trying to influence the boy through the Force, “You want to power those down Boba. This is a bad idea, power down the weapons.”

The guns gave a short burst towards Obi Wan, so much for the power of persuasion. Dashing towards the ramp you felt arms grip you from behind and your feet leaving the ground. “Dank Ferrik!!!”

“Don't move Jetii.” Jango held fast to the woman while flying. He kept a keen eye on Kenobi, “Your choice me or the woman?”

“Get him Obi!”

Obi Wan waited till Fett flew close then gave a running kick at the man, causing you to fall. All three of you went sprawling on the platform. Obi Wan went on the defensive, quickly disarming the hunter of his pistol. The three of you began to trade blows though Fett effortlessly deflected both of you. You attempted to jump on the man's back to pull his helmet off and earned a broken nose for your efforts.

“Poor decision sweetheart,” Jango flung the woman across the platform before spying Kenobi trying to retrieve his weapon. Wrapping the man with a cable he set to the air, a dunk in the ocean would take care of the problem well enough.

Obi Wan knew that if Fett was able to get him over the water this fight would not end in his favor. Turning and gaining his feet again he reached out for a post to hold tight and hopefully anchor in. He almost lost his footing when you slid into him. “Y/N!”

“I got ya, pull!” The sudden loss of slack caused the hunter to crash, jet pack flying wildly before exploding. That didn't stop Jango from being quick to retrieve his pistol, nor Obi Wan to forget that he was attached to the hunter as he ran past to kicked him off the platform.

“Oh not good...”

Splashing across the platform you saw as Fett detached the cable. “OBI!”

A few moments later you could still feel him in the Force, signature still bright. “I'm Alright, keep them busy.”

“On it.” Racing to the ramp of the Firespray you quickly found the boy. The angry look on your face must have frightened Boba and you quickly softened to his fear. You held out your hands trying to deescalate this situation. “Boba I want you to come with me...”

“NO! WHERE'S MY DAD?”

“I'm not going to hurt you. Come, we're going to see Taun We and get this sorted. It's not safe...” The Force spiked a moment before the danger struck. Turning quickly to deflect the shots from Jango's blaster you weren't able to see Boba reach for the one in the hold.

Your body fell limply to the ground, Boba nudging you just to be sure the stun worked. Looking up at his father,the boy smiled. “We got them good didn't we Dad.”

“Yes we did son,” Jango picked up the Jedi and secured her in the janitors closet of the hall. Normally he would have held onto her for information, but where they were going he didn't want to be tracked. Killing the woman wasn't part of the job, Jetii or no, so he would leave her for the Kaminoans to deal with. Checking her pulse and finding it steady Jango turned to leave. “For your sake mesh'la... don't follow.”

Obi Wan dashed back inside out of the rain after having just missed the departing ship. Blast it all, how had they gotten away and where were you? Slicking his wet hair back he reached out to try to find you, “Y/n, where are you sweetling?”

“Ooooohhhhh.... my head, what in the sith hells?”

Glancing around he opened a side closet door just grabbing hold as your tumbled out. Nose bloody and blinking at the bright light, all things considered it could be worse. “Just tidying up are we?”

“Ha ha ha... Hrrrrgh, kid got the drop on me, kriffin' hells!”

Obi Wan hummed hauling you to a stand, “Well I dare say you'll have another chance at him. I managed to place a tracker, do you think you can manage?”

“Lemme at 'em!” You tried to walk but only succeeded in almost falling down. Obi Boy shook his head and picked you up. You grimaced, “Next time you and Anakin can investigate and I'll go with the Senator to the cool hideout.”

“I'm inclined to agree. Now heal thyself so we can run our quarry to ground.”

As the ship left the atmosphere you pondered again just how well your Padawan was doing on his own? Were there more hunters waiting in the wings, had the two managed to stay hidden?

“Wee one?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you sure you're alright? That was a gruesome hit...” Obi Wan paused feeling your small hand reach forward to squeeze at his bicep.

“I shouldn't have let my guard down, I'm sorry.” You pressed your head to the back of his seat. “some help I am...”

“You are doing well Y/n.” Obi Wan squeezed and stroked his fingers against your hand soothingly. “The fact that you're exhausted from overstretching your abilities and still standing is a wonder of stubborn will. Any other healer would have been put on rest by now from so much, you've treated how many critical wounds in the last two days? And on top of that been in how many altercations?”

“Two not a big deal.” You cringed and tried to change the subject. ”Don't forget to scan the exit point.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes at your evasiveness, “Four counting yourself and that changeling. You've barely slept or eaten dear girl."

You felt even more guilty now for not taking better care and for flubbing up, "I'm sorry..."

Reaching over Obi Wan took your hand, gently kissing the knuckles. "Nothing to be sorry for wee one. Give yourself some grace darling. Why don't you eat one of those red biscuits and if you would hand me one too please.”

There was a pit in your stomach, but you did as he asked. Flying through hyperspace you released Obi Boy's arm handing him the biscuit, “Toss me back the blue pack by the controls.”

You could hear Obi Boy grumbling in his throat as you took out one of the pre loaded syringes. Taking a deep breath you stuck it into the muscle of your thigh, medications taking effect immediately. Taking stims was an unfortunate necessity when you got this tired, it was never something you enjoyed. The medications made you jumpy and your attention shorten. Slipping another injector away in your pockets, you handed the rest of the pack back forward. You took hold of Obi Boy's arm again, wishing you could hold his hand instead.

“I don't like when you have to use those.” Obi Wan stroked at his beard worriedly. He had hoped that their investigation would have ended on Kamino so that you could return and rest. Unfortunately the universe as always, mocked his wishes even if it wasn't for himself. “Are you sure that you're able to continue? We can always track the ship then call for assistance.”

You sighed, “I'll be alright and the sooner we finish this the better. So lets go find us a bounty hunter.”

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feralstemgirl · 7 months

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as a lil treat for those of y’all who’ve come here from TKAM, here’s a scrapped idea for the arrival to ilum that i still wish i’d been able to make work.

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Ilum sings to him like a mother to her child, like Shmi had once sung to a young Ani. No, not just Ilum, the caves. The crystals. They are an orchestra in his ears, the singing of woodwinds, the thrumming of strings, the heartbeat of percussion.

On his belt, he hears his bloody kyber joins the song. Longing. Anakin looks down. “Do you want me to return you to your siblings?” He asks reluctantly and his kyber’s rejection is instantaneous, soothing over his fear.

we are reforged together, and I did not choose you but I love you all the same, his kyber answers echoing the words he once told it. Anakin feels love like a flower blooming in his lungs, choking on the sweet taste. Overwhelming. Unstoppable.

He laughs, breathless.

“What’s so funny?” Obi-Wan asks, joining him in the cockpit, and Anakin shakes his head.

“Do you hear the kyber?” He asks. Tano could hear his saber, so it can’t be a just him skill, even if Tyranus and Ventress never seem as bothered by their screaming kyber as he is.

Kenobi frowns. “Faintly, if I focus.” He answers. “Can you?”

Anakin hums. “Like an orchestra or a choir in my ear.” He tries to mimic the song but his human lungs can only create a pale echo of the ringing, beautiful song so entrancing him.

Obi-Wan stares at him, raising an eyebrow. “And that made you laugh?”

Anakin is quick to shake his head. “No, hardly. I was- I asked my kyber if it wanted to go home. After all, it didn’t choose me. I took it by force and though we have been through much together, I- I wanted to give it the choice.”

Were Anakin a Jedi, he would know how strange it was to talk about kyber as if sentient. But he isn’t, and so he has no idea that his words are absolutely baffling to Obi-Wan. “When I first bled it, I- I promised the kyber- I told it: we are made from the same wound, and although I am not your chosen, I will love you all the same. You bleed and I bleed with you.” He says and his kyber hums warmly in his hand. “Ever since, it has echoed me, crying out from the same wound as its refrain the same way your kyber sings we are unbroken,”

“My kyber does what?” Obi-Wan interrupts and Anakin blinks.

“You can’t hear it?” He blurts. After all, Tano had been able to hear his kyber.

“I can hear it humming, but words?” Obi-Wan says, frowning.

Anakin shrugs. He has always heard kyber song. “It’s beautiful, Obi-Wan. I’ve been entranced ever since I first heard it.” He says, focusing. After a moment, he locks onto the ringing song of Obi-Wan’s kyber around his waist and begins to nervously hum its melody, before slowly echoing it with his voice. “Unbroken, we are unbroken, we are light born of the brightest stars and we are unbroken,” he sings softly, Kenobi’s kyber shimmering with delight at being sung with. “That’s what it sings, what it always has sung ever since I met you. It loves you so much, it will love you to the shattering. Its fundamental frequency resonates with your soul.”

Kenobi stares, and stares, and stares. Finally, blushing, Anakin continues. “Anyway, it’s just- when I asked my kyber if it wanted to go home, it sang a new refrain. It told me I did not choose you but I love you all the same,” and Anakin grins as his kyber echoes it once more, giddy, “And I just- is there anything better than the knowledge that you are really, truly loved? That even despite the darkness I have brought it through, my kyber loves me anyway?”

Obi-Wan is still staring at him and Anakin begins to feel self-conscious. “Maybe it’s silly-”

“No, no, I- I think you’re right.” Obi-Wan interrupts, looking down at his own saber.

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anyway i’m still so obssessed with the line it will love you to the shattering. It’s fundamental frequency resonates with your soul.

It was actually the inspiration for the scene where Anakin bleeds his kyber.

In fact, you’ll notice that quite a few little bits of this scrapped chunk have appeared in other scenes in TKAM. I used to never ever scrap scenes until I ran across advice somewhere that instead of killing your darlings you should freeze them (delete them from the story proper but save them in a separate doc so you can use them later if you want) which I have taken to like a duck to water lol and lots of my frozen darlings end up getting tiny cameos in new scenes.

#tkam #to kill a mynock #writing #scrapped scenes

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jebiknights · 2 years

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How do you think the clones would react to learning about Anakin seeing Palpetine since he was a kid?

Because I can either see “This seems logical and even though it feels wrong I’m sure it’s fine” (it was not fine) or “General…wtf man. Like I’m sorry but are Jedi, like, deathly allergic to red flags and common sense? Because I feel like that’s what I’m getting from this”

Either way I just keeping thinking about it and about that one comic where Sheeve peeve threatens the Jedi to have Anakin see him when he was like, what? 12? And then takes him to a bar in the lower levels to just be like “Yeah so there is slavery here too! But don’t worry I will keep promising to fix this for the next few years and then never do anything about it”

oooh I think it really depends on the clone! Like I think there are plenty who are going to be like "hmm feels weird but also I am a child soldier I have no baseline for what's normal and what's not, plus this is the Chancellor of the Republic we pledge our lives too! It's probably fine." (I think the big stickler for them would be if they found out that Palpatine demanded essentially that it be without Obi-Wan there and that's when they start getting weird about it.)

I do think that there are some with stronger personalities that would make a lot of jokes about how weird it is, but in general idk as much as I wish someone had noticed how weird shit was, from the outside it sort of? Looks like a normal mentorship thing? (key word here being sort of lol)

Honestly I'm ngl I don't actually think that the Corries are treated super shittily by Palps or the Senators (not that they are treated well but I don't think they are being killed left and right) HOWEVER I do think if anyone was gonna be like, "damn their friendship is a little weird - wait palpatine has been having private meetings with him for HOW LONG?" it would be the corries who spend the most time with palpatine and see his two sidedness much more directly than anyone else does imo

THAT COMIC THOUGH it makes me want to gnaw through wood for a lot of reasons... the fact Mace and Obi-Wan were wary and tried to stop it but in the end were forced to be like well we'll see where this goes.... also just I think about that comic so much cause you see so many early seeds of how Palpatine has manipulated his thinking and values! Palpatine ofc wants to fix things but he can't bc of the senate!! It would be better if only one person was in control of everything then things would get done!! Very evil, very devious, I want to swaddle Padawan Anakin in a blanket

#anakin skywalker #chancellor palpatine #corrie guards #anakin #palps #anon #asks #i actually have an au that has that has the corries being like yo this is weird as shit do you think he knows #wrt anakin and theyre like hmm maybe we should like do something about that #anyway i think anakin should be friends with the corries imo

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Cheating AU is like my guilty pleasure 😳 They are so mean but yet I can’t help rooting for them even though I feel very very sorry for Padmé.

I wonder what would Padmé do when Anakin finally revealed all the cheating. I suppose she would be very upset 😢

cheating au obikin are just like. the worst? at least pbtamb mobi-wan and pretty bird know they're awful and lean into it. i feel like when cheating au obikin say they're awful, they're also sort of waiting for the other one to say 'no it's ok don't worry' and their partner WOULD!! cheating au!obi-wan would not tolerate a bad word about anakin, even from anakin. and cheating au!anakin would fight anyone who said something awful about obi-wan, even obi-wan.

at least pbatmb obikin are like 'yeah you're terrible. wanna be even worse? lets go senselessly commit murder'

i can promise that we will see padmé's reaction to finding out about the infidelity soon (january), and i'm so excited for it because i think she can lose her shit. as a treat. i want plates broken. makeup smeared. doors slammed. blood and tears.

she is going to be very, very upset. as is her right.

#asks #cheating au #cw: infidelity #i think it would be very interesting to write the reveal half in her pov and half in someone else's #satine's? obi-wan's? anakin's???#all 4???#as a climax of the whole au??

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winter-tospring · 2 years

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They all did Anakin dirty, I hate them 😭😭😭😭😭 I hate Yoda the most, what a fucking bitch, from the beginning he just ruined this poor kid's life, and then kept going over and over, like give him a fucking break, my god, so all these movies he says he should just obey them and not fear, nor hate, not feel anything "negative" but suddenly when it's convenient for him "please search your feelings" BITCH YOU TAUGHT HIM, FORCED JIM,IN ORDER FOR HIM TO BE SEEN AS A TRUE JEDI, THAT HE SHOULD REPRESS ALL HIS FEELINGS, AND NOW YOU EXPECT TO BE ABLE TO DIG IN EASILY AND WITHOUT CONFUSION????? that's not guidance, that's making him suspicious and WHY WOULDN'T HE BE, he SHOULD be suspicious, because YOU, YODA FUCKER, ARE AN ASSHOLE AND THE WORST, and he's right to not trust you and to feel resentment. All the feelings he expresses throughout his arc are valid and he does the best job at expressing himself and reflecting honestly, which is honestly impressive, and I personally resent that fckin council for dismissing it and treating him as a nothing who can't participate in Grown Up Conversations Because He's Not Experienced ™. The true child young adult experience. Being super skilled but put to the side by elders cause they can't stand that you're more talented than them. Like hello, he could've done the job Obi Wan was sent for and it would have given him a confidence boost to see the council trust him. He deserved that. He deserved to be recognized and not feared. The Jedi who claim that fear is the enemy are also the ones terrified of Anakin and his potential, hypocrites. And they do want to maintain their power. That's the thing, Palpatine isn't completely wrong about them, and that only further destroys Anakin's trust in the Jedi. The Jedi who take him away from his mom, telling him to never look back, then never recognize him, only fear him, instead of guiding, supporting, being a hand, and friends he can rely on in his life.

It's all so terribly horrible. All of it. All the things that happen to him. He's manipulated, and alone, and holding on to the one thing that's vulnerable with him, and of course he doesn't want to lose it. He has no one!!!! I didn't resent Obi-Wan as much in this movie, he did grow a bit, after being by Anakin's side for longer and him rubbing off on him. He's more relaxed with Anakin, but too naive about the Jedi. Anakin questions things and he is tragically naive, which is a dangerous combination for someone as powerful as him.

It's so terrible that he had to see the prophecies in his head. It's so terrible that Palpatine used him heartlessly. It's so terrible that Obi-Wan doesn't think a bit longer about what happened and why Anakin is like this, and then leaves him there, without saying a bad word about the Jedi.

You can so much see how much Anakin hates himself for turning to the dark side. The hood over his head feels like him hiding. The shame, and the necessity of this path, in his mind. It's so tragic, how used he was. It's heartwrenching to see him kneel to Palpatine, and accept his given name, and act for the abuser's side with tears in his eyes. It's too late, it's horrible. He needed lots of hugs 😭💔

Him being soft towards Luke later on makes all the sense. He does not want to be on this side. It was simply the inevitable side he had to be on, for the promise he was given. I can't fucking believe they even make him think HE killed Padmé. Maybe it contributed, what he did, but the RAGE in me about Palpatine telling him this. But anyway, the softness towards Luke, yes. Luke is so so similar to his dad, and freaking Yoda is freaking useless making Luke think his dad was horrible. Anakin was so much like Luke. Freaking Yoda keeping it to himself that he ruined his dad's life with his damn religion and restraining him instead of being a true friend. Luke would've loved his dad. And Anakin would be so proud of his son. And I'm so glad the last thing Anakin does is a proof of love that is not corrupted, but true to who he was before, and who he is, deep down, buried under the years of self loathing and manipulation. I'm so glad he met Luke, and that in the end, he was seen as himself, that it was recognized, at last, that he did have good in him. That his son, like Padmé, saw it, and believed in it, and fought for it. I'm so glad Anakin can even admit it to himself, after having Luke insist so much. How powerful that is. I'm also so glad he met Luke cause he just...should,you know? Anakin deserved that much.

#Star Wars #anakin skywalker #🥺

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rainintheevening · 1 year

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Okay, additional lore for my Promises of Fools AU...

Ahsoka is Obi-Wan’s padawan after Anakin

So Anakin ends up taking the step to leave the Order and marry Padmé at the start of the war. It's not a shock to Obi-Wan exactly, but it is hard for him. (Trust me I'm going to write something for that!)

But then he meets Ahsoka, and I want to do something different here. I want him to find her AFTER she's aged out and been assigned to the Service Corps. Like it happened with him and Qui-Gon.

In an early battle, there's a Service Corps team on the planet, and they're working with the GAR to coordinate... stuff. Anakin’s on a separate mission, and it feels odd without him. But Obi-Wan keeps noticing this Togruta girl, who's smart and quick and very impatient with things, but she's kind and she's got great Jedi instincts. She feels oddly familiar, but he can't think why.

Ahsoka does something terribly reckless (but also... kinda smart? From another point of view) and ends up having to get rescued by Obi-Wan. But then she risks her life to protect him, and they end up bonding.

He asks why she never got selected as a padawan, and when she's ashamed to answer, he comforts her with the story of how he was never chosen either, not until the council stepped in to put him and Qui-Gon together. (Of course there's way more to the story, about how Qui-Gon was trying to protect Obi-Wan, but that's beside the point.)

Ahsoka talks about how frustrating it can be. She knows she’s reckless and impatient, but she's trying, and she just wishes she could have more time, someone to help her figure out how to be better. She wishes Master Koon could have taken her, but he has no time for a padawan, what with the Council being so incredibly busy the last several years in particular.

Obi-Wan can't shake the sense that there's something right about the way she feels working next to him, her energy and enthusiasm that make him smile, even in a war.

Anakin comes in at the end to help with clean up, and Ahsoka meets him. She's awed for all of five seconds, and then they're teasing and bickering and Obi-Wan is torn between "They get along great!😃" and "They get along great🤦"

When they're alone, Anakin grins at Obi-Wan, only half-joking. "I see you've already replaced me." That is when it smacks Obi-Wan in the face that she feels so natural because she's so much like Anakin.

Anyway, Obi-Wan decides to put a request in to the Council about taking Ahsoka as his new padawan. This is agreed to.

Yes, Anakin struggles a bit with jealousy, but then he finds out how much fun having a little sister is. She and Padmé become really good friends. Qui-Gon loves her, and he's really happy Obi-Wan has someone else to watch his back, and be with him after Qui-Gon dies.

Here's the funny thing. She's now working with Cody all the time. And they get along really well?? Yeah, he worries about her pulling insane stunts, and his big brother instincts are strong. But he likes how determined she is, likes how she and Obi-Wan balance each other, and he loves how she's willing to listen and learn when he can get her attention, and how she takes after Obi-Wan in treating the clones well. They have some rough patches, but they really learn to trust each other.

She still gets along great with Rex and the 501st, but they aren't as close in this version of the story.

She doesn't think she's doing a good job of comforting Obi-Wan after Qui-Gon dies, but he actually really appreciates her. Like, she knew Qui-Gon for a few years, but she doesn't know all the stories, and she likes hearing them.

She stays a Jedi in this story. Hey... maybe... she takes one of Anakin and Padmé's other kids for a Padawan! (Because OF COURSE they have more kids after Luke and Leia!!)

#promises of fools au #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #my au #my writing #star wars

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lilredghost · 1 year

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BABYY I SEE THE THING WITH THE SCENTS IM NOTICING HE DETAILS!!!!!

It needs to, he thinks to himself. I have plans with Anakin today. After all, the last thing Obi-Wan wants to do is disappoint his husband on account of his damned biology.

he doesnt know anakin would be so glad 😭😭😭 he didnt want an alpha in the first place this is misunderstandings galore im living for it

Should he chide his mother or spurn his husband? Should he attempt to compromise by bringing Obi-Wan to the temple, or will that hurt the both of them?

he's learninggggg my heart is full <3333 shmi needs to learn too istfg obi is a baby!!!! you dont wanna hurt him!!!!! he's the most innocent baby in this verse!!!!

i cant wait for them to go sand seal surfing together <3333 dangerous rides call for tightly held hands :) ALSO their kiss!!!!! they both are accepting and showing their feelings for each other im still swooning from that!!!!! cant cat wait for obi to give anakin the sash cause in anakin's mind obi proposed and the wedding wasnt done with tatooine's standards <3 this is gonna be so healing this is gonna improve my life i can just feel it

Anakin will come to him, he knows. He promised.

IF THIS HURTS OBI AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL READ IT WITH GLEE BUT ALSO MAKE PLANS TO KILL ANAKIN MYSELF PLEASE

1. My best girl back in my ask box!! I am so ELATED that you're catching the details! I've been slowly making the transition on the way Obi-Wan smells since literally chapter ONE (OK chapter 3 actually but still)

2. He doesn't even know Anakin would still love him 🥺🥺. Hell, he doesn't even know Anakin loves him NOW. There's this bit in the next chapter, the following morning:

He studies Anakin carefully, taking in the soft expression on his face. With some surprise, Obi-Wan realises he’s seen it before, seen it directed at him. How long has his husband been looking at him like this? How had he not noticed?

He sees he's been blind about Anakin's feelings but continues to be blind about the EXTENT of Anakin's feelings.

Anakin realized he loves Obi-Wan (this chapter's "epiphany") and immediately was all in, 100%, this is his husband they're married and in love now. In his mind, it's clearly mutual.

But Obi-Wan has been in love with Anakin for a looong time now, and he thinks they're still taking baby steps in their relationship. They kissed, sure, but that doesn't mean Anakin is suddenly in love with him.

3. Anakin learning is soooo dear to me, because aaall the way back in chapter 3 he was like:

there is a part of Anakin that wants to be petty, to tease and bring the man to tears in a vindictive sort of punishment—an opportunity to take control back from his Emperor husband without any chance of it being perceived as a threat to their alliance. However experienced Obi-Wan is, he won’t stand a chance against Anakin.

But now he knows Obi-Wan has such a soft heart (the most innocent baby in this verse, you're right 🥺). He's treating Obi-Wan gently, he's not lashing out anymore. We see the growth SO MUCH in this chapter:

It's clear to Anakin that his alpha is still feeling a little unwell, looking pale and somewhat distracted. Anakin resolves to take it easy on him, today.

He slides one hand slowly up Obi-Wan’s back, the other reaching out to pull him down by the nape of his neck. He moves carefully, not wanting to spook Obi-Wan—but his husband comes eagerly, leaning down and pressing lips to lips.

As for Shmi... she'll change her opinion on him once the whole "who proposed to who" conflict is resolved

4. SAND SEAL SURFING. I'm planning to have them go sometime after the Celebration of Light but there will also be sooo many kissses between now and then <3

And don't even worry about the morning after, Anakin will be there! I already wrote the scene for the next morning. (Originally it was gonna be in ch13, but unfortunately it didn't work with the pacing)

There will still be some angst in the rest of the fic, but like...we've gotten passed the hard part. Once they return from their vacation, the larger plot will begin acting upon them again. They'll have all these problems thrown at them and they'll have to split up for a bit. But they'll still be TOGETHER 💕

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #your ask watered my crops cleared my skin etc #obikin #emperor obi-wan au #asks #imjusttoofunky #squick: a/b/o

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kenobster · 9 months

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I can see that the whole stewjoni dualsex thing might be problematic... at times... maybe... But counterpoint: a) knock him up and b) uh, um, Triple Penetration In Three Holes

Look lmao, I'm not here to say what's problematic or unproblematic (unless you hate Anakin, of course... in which case, please consult my very serious Ted Talk on the subject).

Anyway, I said what I said in that answer, not because I think ppl who write Stewjoni biology should stop (I'm not a party pooper nor an anti, so please carry on ^_^), but rather because I was furious over a blatant hypocrisy on someone else's post lmao.

But on a personal level re your counterpoints.... and how do I say this gently...... Oh! Right:

YKINMKATO

Lmao, there we go.

In case anyone would like to drizzle some Fine Kenobster Tastebuds over their Fic Perusing Repertoires, they're absolutely welcome to consider my below counter-counterpoints.

(Note: I am incapable of getting horny over consensual smut, so we're assuming these are noncon/dubcon adjacent, but in full honesty, I'm sure you could wiggle these into any smut fantasy of your choosing.)

counter-counterpoint #1: i've read fic that made fortuna's thumb more erotic than any number of simultaneous penetrations.

counter-counterpoint #2: if u wanna get a biological boy knocked up, see below for instructions:

Step 1: Detach the bowels from the blorbo's anus and connect them to an external poop bag instead;

Step 2: Insert a uterus (along with a pre-fertilized egg attached to its lining) into the blorbo's abdomen;

Step 3: Connect the anus to the cervix (please note that no other modification to the anus is necessary);

Step 4: Ejaculate into blorbo's anus repeatedly (please note that, as the egg is already fertilized, this step may be completed as a fun little treat or skipped at your leisure);

Step 5: Pump blorbo full of pregnancy hormones while you wait for the fetus to grow to term;

Step 6: When your blorbo begins to go into labor, watch with mirth as his body fails to eject the baby through such an inelastic hole. Feel free to laugh yourself giddy as his ass-muscles get all torn up and scarred.

Step 7: Unless your goal is for your blorbo and its fetus to die, eventually show him some mercy and conduct a C-Section.

In other words, don't be a pussy about giving the blorbo a pussy.

counter-counterpoint #3: may I direct your attention to the many cunt-having blorbos out there? For example, Padmé has some very Obi-Wan-esque qualities, and she comes with a canonical interest in pregnancy and ready-to-lactate boobs! "But Padmé's not a Jedi," you whine. Bitch, please. If you're giving Obi-wan a cunt, then I think you can make Padmé a Jedi, yeah? -pats your head- Live your dream. Be free. <3

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Anyway, if you were hoping for some serious thoughts in response to your ask, then (1) I apologize lmao, I have chronic inability-to-be-serious blogger syndrome; and (2) please copy paste your ask and resubmit it here instead. ^_^ If you do that, I promise that you will get a very comprehensive post that describes my exact opinions on the subject, no joke. Give it a whirl.

#lmao i'm sorry anon i am pathologically compelled to be funny around these parts for the bit #but i appreciate ur ask very much and i'm kissing u on the mouth in apology and/or good vibes <3 ^_^#kb post #kb wip #vaders uterus #reply #anon #obi-wan #padme #prequel trio #CW noncon

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Whumptober Day 15

New Scars

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Card of Heart

Anakin is mildly surprised when Obi-Wan comes in to see him right after he wakes up – he honestly thought his former master wouldn’t care to. Or that he’d simply feel to uncomfortable, or something, but he’s here.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin rasps, pushing himself up as best he can. He’s exhausted but he can still move. The aftereffects of being electrocuted that badly are going to last for a while, and he knows he has a lot of new scars from it. Not that that’s really a concern right now.

“How are you feeling?” Obi-Wan asks, moving to stand next to his bedside. His expression is far more closed off than it used to be, but he sounds genuinely concerned.

“I’ll be fine,” he answers, automatically.

“You almost died,” Obi-Wan retorts, “And I do not believe you have been ‘fine’ for a long time.”

He looks down. He doesn’t know what to say to that. It is true. Frankly, he doesn’t know the last time he ever was. Maybe the last time he was in his mother's arms. But he can hardly say any of that to Obi-Wan. Not even if they hadn’t been separate for an entire year, long enough that it’s making everything… even more complicated.

“I saw what Sidious was like,” Obi-Wan continues, after a pause.

Anakin really doesn’t want to talk about this. Any of this. He feels completely emotionally exhausted to, and he hasn’t recovered from how close he came to watching Obi-Wan and Ahsoka killed in front of him. By Sidious who he… He’s glad that he’s gone, that they’re free. (So, why is there a very small part of him that still misses Palpatine?) “I thought he would be… better than this.”

“I was referring to how he… treated you, but yes. Why did you join him?” he asks.

“I… was having visions,” Anakin explains, slowly. It’s not as if telling Obi-Wan will make him reject Anakin any more than he already has, right? “Of Padme dying in childbirth. Ahsoka saw it too. I… I couldn’t let that happen.”

“You thought becoming a Sith would stop that from happening?”

“Palpatine promised to help her. I didn’t know what else to do. Master Yoda already refused to help me.” It still fills him with bitterness, and he’s always let that fuel him. It’s not so easy when he’s facing Obi-Wan, though. He wants to pretend that it doesn’t matter, but he… doesn’t want to give his master a reason to reject him entirely. “He told me of a Sith Legend, and… the next thing I knew, the Jedi were committing treason. I didn’t know what else we could do.”

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cosmicanakin · 9 months

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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ⟢ | anakin skywalker.

⟣ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. anakin skywalker x female reader.

⟣ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. anakin plots a surprise for you on christmas eve while you’re out with friends.

⟣ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). fluff┆marriage proposal┆anakin being the absolute cutest bf— oops i mean fiancé┆no use of y/n.

kari's corner ⟢ ݁⋆ merry xmas babies! thought of this while spending the day w family <3

it's christmas eve and all you want to do is curl up on the couch with anakin to watch holiday movies. but when padmé texts asking to hang out, you can't say no - it's been too long since you've seen her.

"go have fun with padmé, i'll be here when you get back," anakin insists, giving you a quick kiss before you head out. you suspect he's up to something from the mischievous glint in his eyes but decide not to press it.

padmé takes you all over the busy mall, insisting on stopping in every store. "i want to find the perfect dress for obi-wan and satine's party tomorrow," she explains as she rifles through racks of glittery gowns.

next she's dragging you into the nail salon for a christmas-themed manicure and pedicure set. "my treat!" she says, waving off your protests. you relax into the chair while holiday songs play through the radio, enjoying the pampering.

by the time she's done shopping, it's evening and you're both laden with bags. "thanks for dealing with me today," padmé says as she drops you off. "merry christmas to you and anakin!"

you wave goodbye, excitement for the cozy night ahead with anakin warming your heart. but when you enter your apartment, all the lights are off. "anakin?" you call out, fumbling for the switch.

as you walk further into the apartment, suddenly the room is filled with the glow of flickering candles, roses strewn everywhere. your breath catches in your throat at the stunning sight. and there in the center is anakin down on one knee, eyes full of adoration and nerves as he holds out a small box.

"baby, from the moment i met you i knew you were something special. being with you has made me happier than i ever thought possible," he says, voice thick with emotion. "you're my best friend, my other half, the light of my life. will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

tears spill down your cheeks as you nod vigorously, unable to speak. anakin grins, sliding the delicate ring onto your finger before sweeping you into his arms. you cling to each other, sharing sweet kisses filled with promise for your future together.

"how did you do all this without me noticing?" you finally ask through happy sniffles as you admire your sparkling new engagement ring.

anakin chuckles, brushing your hair back tenderly. "padmé's been helping me plan for weeks. she kept you busy at the mall while i set everything up.”

your heart swells thinking of your dear friend's role in making this moment so magical. "i'll have to thank her tomorrow. but right now i just want to appreciate this with you," you say, curling into anakin's embrace on the couch.

he hits play on your favorite spotify playlist, warm candlelight dancing across your skin as you exchange lazy kisses. suddenly the future seems even brighter - you can't wait to spend every christmas and beyond with anakin by your side as husband and wife.

"i love you so much," he murmurs against your lips, eyes full of promises. you reply in kind, kissing him softly and tracing the lines of his face, already imprinted in your memory but even more beloved now.

later as you both lay curled together amidst the fading candle flames, anakin plays with your engagement ring, pressing gentle kisses to your fingers. "merry christmas, my love. i can't wait to marry you."

a contented sigh escapes you as you nuzzle into his chest, overcome by love and joy. outside the december snow falls quietly, but inside your little home is warm and bright, the future stretching out ahead like a wonderful dream. for now everything feels perfect in anakin's secure embrace; you fall asleep dreaming of the day he'll be your husband.

#fairytales ✶ ݁. ˒#anakin skywalker #anakin fluff #sw anakin #star wars #anakin angst #star wars x female reader #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin x fem reader #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #star wars x reader #anakin star wars #star wars fluff #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin imagines #anakin skywalker blurb

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The Fall of the Jedi | Chapter Six: The Revenge of the Sith

Pairing: Hunter x OFC

Rating: Mature

Summary: “In order to assure the security and continuing stability,” Palpatine says, “The Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!”

Slow Burn, Canon Divergence

WARNINGS: Explicit Language. Sith Nonsense. Angst. Generational Trauma. Implied Abuse.

Words: 5.4K

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“Thank you for agreeing to come with me Master,” Odella grins, walking down the hall of Senate Office Building. The black strand of her newly formed Padawan braid swings with every step.

The delicate hand of Jedi Knight Elenia Tarré touches the back her head. “You’re quite welcome, Odella. Thank you for inviting me.” Together, they approach the office of the Chancellor, and the Padawan stretches her legs to match steps. “Though I can’t understand why Palpatine insists on meeting with you today.”

“He likes to have lunch with me once a week,” Odella says.

“Every week?”

“Yes.”

“How long has this been going on?”

Her head cocks to the side. “Since forever. Usually Ani—um, Anakin comes with me. But he’s busy with Obi-Wan—I mean Master Kenobi.”

Elenia chuckles, shaking her head. “You don’t have to be so formal Odella. They’re your friends, I understand.”

“Sorry,” she says, bashful.

“You apologize too much,” the Jedi laughs. “I understand you and Anakin have only known one another for a couple cycles, but I’ve been told how close you are. Obi-Wan and I have been friends since we were children as well. I used to call Master Jinn, Qui-Gon all the time.”

“Master Windu says informal addressing is unbecoming.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Elenia whispers. “Mace Windu has a training saber up his rear.” Odella bursts into laughter, covering her mouth. “You call Anakin whatever you want, and I promise Obi-Wan will be horribly disturbed if you suddenly start calling him Master.”

“What should I call you?”

“You may call me Elenia if it makes you comfortable,” she says. “Though, in front of the Council we should probably stick to Master Tarré.” She winks. “You are my Padawan now Odella, but I find it vital that we be friends first. I plan on treating you as an equal as much as I can. I’ve never had a Padawan before, so I may make many mistakes; but it’s important that we trust each other. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Odella nods. “I’ve never had a Master either, so… we can learn together,” she giggles.

“That, is the second best idea I’ve ever heard,” Elenia says, stopped outside the door of the Chancellor’s Suite.

“What’s the best?”

“That I take you as my Padawan.”

“Sweet Odella, please come in.” Chancellor Palpatine smiles at the entrance to his office, waving a hand in. His glance to Elenia is short. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Thank you for escorting Miss Thoren, but she’ll be fine now. I’ll have a driver return her to the Temple.”

Odella enters the office first, nodding for Elenia to follow. The blonde Jedi frowns, cautiously stepping behind. “Actually Chancellor—“

“I assumed you would arrive with Anakin,” Palpatine says to Odella. Back turned he walks to the rooms center, set with a full table and chairs. “Is he on his way?“

“Oh, um… no Sir,” Odella says. “He’s on a mission with Obi-Wan right now, he won’t be able to make it.”

“That is quite disappointing. I do enjoy your visits together. Oh well,” he sighs. “These things do happen. It will be just us then.”

“Well, I was wondering if Elenia could join us today,” she says shy.

“Who?”

“That would be me,” the Jedi speaks, a tight smile on pink lips. “Odella was kind enough to invite me to join you both today. I hope that’s not an issue.”

Palpatine’s tongue clicks the roof of his mouth, brows raised. “Certainly not. Elenia, was it?”

“Master Tarré,” she corrects, a hand on Odella’s shoulder who looks in confusion.

“Of course.”

“Odella is my Padawan.”

“Is that right? I wasn’t told of this development.”

“It happened two days ago,” Odella offers. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised indeed. This calls for a celebration then! Please sit, both of you.”

Odella runs ahead to the table, climbing in the chair with an empty spot to her left. She pats the seat, beckoning for Elenia.

“This is quite the set up for expecting two children, Chancellor,” the Jedi says, taking her seat. Blue eyes scan the arrangement; roasted pheasant, sliced fruit, and juice in champagne flutes. “It’s very intimate.“

“Anakin and Odella are extremely close,” Palpatine says. “Isn’t that right Odella?”

She nods, popping jogan fruit into her mouth. “We’re best friends.”

“For now, yes. But I believe friends will become an understatement between the two.”

“I’m curious,” Eleina says. “How have you come to know Odella so well?”

“I’m sure you know your Padawan is from Naboo. I attended school with her parents years ago.”

“Is that right?”

“In fact, I remember her mother’s pregnancy. Her parents had trouble conceiving for years. You can imagine their shock when their daughter ends up being one of your kind. I like to let them know of her progress. They’ll be very proud to hear she’s avoided the Service Corps, and will become a useful asset to the Order.”

“Chancellor Palpatine, there is no shame in joining the Corps. I find that work through and for a group can often be more rewarding than that on ones own.”

“My, aren’t you an altruist?”

“It’s important to have connections to something greater than yourself. To know the value of a team, to learn the care of community. My plan is for Odella to work alongside the AgriCorps and the Archeological and Research Division to help expand her skills. She’s a very smart girl who loves to learn, and from my knowledge her innate skills with nature is wildly underdeveloped. She can make flowers bloom with a touch, that is just as valuable as her psychometry.”

“I would argue that’s hardly as useful. She is to be a Jedi, Master Tarré, train her as such. There’s no need to bog her down in the work of failed initiates.”

“The members of the Service Corps do wonderful work that goes unrecognized, Chancellor. I ask you, what is a play without the ensemble?”

Palpatine scoffs. “A room full of talent, my dear.”

“It’s not the Jedi Way!”

Odella Thoren wakes with a start and the greatest pain she has ever known. Matched and beaten to that she experienced from the death of her Master almost four years ago. Her head pounds as voices scream through the Force.

Her eyes shoot open into the black of the room. She gasps as if her soul reenters her body, chest lifting off the ground. With all the strength she can find within the Force, Odella sits and pants into the stale air.

She isn’t dead, that much she’s sure of. Jedi don’t teach about the afterlife, they only give speeches of becoming one with the Force. Returning to the natural state of things. This certainly isn’t that.

Or she hopes.

Her right hand reaches into the air. Fingers splay and close until the hilt of her lightsaber soars into her grasp. Purple lighting returns, the room as it was.

Okay, not dead, she decides. But if not that, than what?

“He must live!”

“Anakin?” Odella whispers.

“I need him!”

She repeats the name, startled, jumping to her feet while dizzy enough to tempt falling again. “Anakin!”

With her left hand, Odella feels for the holoprojector on her belt, pressing every button in a panic. “Come on,” she grumbles. “Work, work!”

Nothing.

Swearing to herself, Odella pockets the thing. Despite her weakened state, she breaks for the stairs. Her foot lands on the first step when the bellowing screams of Mace Windu enter the room. It circles like a tornado, stronger by the second.

Fear strikes into heart. How long was I out? A question she didn’t realize she asked aloud. Never mind the answer, that doesn’t matter. What matters is calling Master Yoda, Obi-Wan, anyone who will listen. To tell them everything she saw, to sit in meditation with the Council and share everything through memory.

Odella sprints up the stairs, back into the office and out of the home of Palpatine, the home of Sidious. The thought of the name alone threatens the soup she had on the civilian transport to spill out of her mouth.

She can’t think of that now. That doesn’t matter.

What matters is saving Anakin.

She can’t be too late.

She has to try.

Odella’s feet fly against Naboo soil the fastest they’ve ever gone. In a haphazard attempt for concealment, she wraps her headscarf with one hand. The other signals her commlink, rushed words into the microphone.

“Emergency Code Nine Thirteen,” she says. “Master Yoda this is Odella Thoren declaring Emergency Code Nine Thirteen. I’m requesting an immediate pick up. I repeat, this is Jedi Knight Odella Thoren declaring Emergency Code Nine Thirteen. I repeat this is Emergency Code Nine—”

Panicked shouts call from a cantina down the main road Odella occupies. Her feet skid to halt, now with the realization that she is alone. Typical bustling night market stalls stand empty, couples of civilians and wandering children no where to be seen.

Before leaving Coruscant, Odella met with Padmé Amidala. The reason was forged in innocence, the Jedi claiming curiosity of their shared home. Known for their disguises, Jedi and Senator met in secrecy, bonding over grease covered ronto wraps. Padmé told her everything. Customs, dress, history, holidays. She made claim to a promise take Odella with her in the near future.

“I’ll need protection yes, but I’ll also need to stay hidden,” Padmé laughed. “Who better than a Thoren to act as escort? I’ll show you everything in person. You’ll love the nightlife, there’s always something to see.”

Apparently not.

Hair on Odella’s arm rises with the wind, more screams—now horrified, sounding. It would be simple now, yes, to ignore this. Continue onto a starship, circle back to Coruscant before the worst comes to reality. But for now, she is still a Jedi, and she cannot ignore this fact.

Pocketing her comm, the choice of action is made without there ever being a choice at all.

The entire population of Naboo crammed into the cantina, and Odella finds herself at the front of it all. Sentients of all nature crowd the center holocaster. Screens above the bar present the same image in color.

The Jedi Temple on fire.

“…Coruscant like the hard workin’ people that live ‘ere. No clone ain’t ever gonna understand what it’s like to protect a family.”

Bottom text of the broadcast on a scrolling banner details the little information known. Odella’s stomach sinks to depths within her she didn’t know she had.

At the same time, the small Republic issued communicator around her wrist lights up. It’s pattern flashes the yellow light three times, then one, than an other three. A call to return to the Temple as soon as possible.

“What’s going on?” she asks to no one in particular, scanning the room.

“It’s Coruscant,” the woman beside her says. She looks older than Odella, only by some few years. “The Jedi Temple has been burning for hours. They’re saying the clones attacked, completely unprovoked.”

“That’s impossible. The clones and the Jedi are friends. They would never do this.”

“Maybe they’ve a chance of heart.”

In one hand, Odella holds her head, her body starts to sway.

“Are you okay miss? You don’t look so good.”

“Something’s not right…” she mutters. “I’m sorry I have to go.” Turning she almost falls, caught by the stranger.

Her hand presses against her temple, cringing. “You’re burning up… Can we get a chair over here?” She calls over the noise of the bar.

“No, no I have to go,” Odella protests.

“You’re in no condition to go anywhere,” she says, seating the Jedi. “Do you have family we can contact?”

She overhears someone to her left, another patron entering. “What horrible accident,” they gasp.

But Odella knows better.

The Jedi Temple, her home, is burning, and it’s no accident.

It’s a deliberate attack against the Jedi.

“No,” she says. “No family.”

It’s a declaration of war.

She’s handed a cup of water with ice, paired with a half smile. “I’m Nedora,” the woman introduces. She stays at Odella’s side, patting her arm like a mother to a child. “How are you feeling?”

“Not much better,” Odella admits. “But thank you. I’m sorry for causing a scene.”

“Nonsense.”

“Recent polling indicates Galactic City residents believe it was a matter of time before war finally came to Coruscant,” the HoloNews plays. “And some say, the Jedi are to blame…”

“I don’t know if I believe all that,” Nedora scoffs. She throws her dark braided hair over she shoulder. “If we’re blaming anyone for the war, I say we start with that Dooku and work our way down.”

“He’s already dead,” Odella mutters.

“Is he? When did that happen?”

“Couple days ago. The Jedi killed him after he captured the Chancellor.”

Was that planned as well? Odella wonders. Had Palpatine genuinely orchestrated an attack on his own home to benefit his war? Did Grievous know it was his master he trapped aboard his ship? Was Dooku’s death a setback or a needed advancement? Was it even an accident at all?

“I must have missed the announcement,” Nedora says. “Still. I don’t blame the Jedi. The war has reached every other planet in the galaxy. I’m surprised it didn’t come sooner.”

“It doesn’t look like it’s come here. The only clone troopers I’ve seen work at reentry points.”

“That’s because the war already came here with the Trade Federation. It was only a decade too early.”

“I remember that,” Odella says. “I didn’t understand why it was so important then.”

“That feels like child’s play now, doesn’t it?”

“A bit,” she nods, “Yeah.”

“So what��s your name?”

“Abigail.”

“Abigail…”

“Just Abigail. Abby,” Odella says. “Like I said, I don’t really do the family thing.”

“Fair enough,” Nedora nods, “How long have you been in Naboo?”

“Got here this morning.” Her story goes exactly as crafted by her and Obi-Wan. “It was a spontaneous trip. I’ve only heard stories of Naboo, figured I’d see it for myself.”

“Well, you’ve certainly picked quite the day. What have you done so far?”

“Sight seeing. I visited the Thoren House… can’t say it’s like anything else here.”

“Neither are they.”

“Really?”

“I frequently work with the middle sister. Mara. She’s quite the character.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“They aren’t known for their hospitality, I’ll leave it there.” Nedora stands, glaring around the bar. “Listen. You seem like a sweet girl and, I’d blame myself if anything happened to you while you’re alone. I own a dress shop just down the road, okay? If you ever need something while you’re here, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“Thank you,” Odella says. “But I’m used to doing things on my own.”

“Maybe,” Nedora shrugs, “But that doesn’t mean you should.”

Odella sits at a hightop table, she swirls the same glass of petty liquor given to everyone else.

“Mind if I sit?” Someone asks, a girl.

She shrugs, captured by the on going report.

“For those who may not be aware, the Jedi Temple has been a longstanding landmark here in Coruscant for over four-thousand years…”

“Go for it,” she says.

Chair legs scratch against the wooden floor, a matching glass is placed by Odella’s.

“It’s actually burning?” The girl asks. “Word got back home and—I didn’t believe it.”

“Yeah,” Odella mutters.

“Do they know how?”

“No… they think there’s been another attack.”

The girl sighs, flagging down the bartender for a drink. She doesn’t speak until glass hits wood and swigs the brown liquid in one go. “My sister’s in there.”

Odella’s head snaps right. What she’s met with is a face exactly like her own. Same brown eyes, same arched brows and dark hair, same sun kissed skin.

“Cain Thoren,” she introduces.

“Abby,” Odella says. “I’ve heard your family looks similar. I thought it was an exaggeration, but it’s actually uncanny.”

Cain middle finger stirs the delicate straw. “That’s the Thoren curse for you.”

“Thoren curse?” Odella repeats dumbly.

“Naboo legends say the gods created the perfect woman in the first Thoren. We’ve looked the same since the Grizmallti because there’s nothing to improve. Mother calls it a blessing though.”

“For those who may not be aware,” the newscaster says over the sounds of the bar. The Thorens turn back to it, head cocking the same way. “The Jedi Temple has been a longstanding landmark here in Coruscant for over four-thousand years.”

“Your sister may not be in there,” Odella says. “I hear the Jedi are scattered all over the galaxy. Maybe she’s safe.”

Shaking her head, Cain takes another drink. “I want her to be in there,” she admits.

“What? Why?”

She sets the glass down, now empty. “Nothing I’ve done will ever be good enough for my parents because I’m not my sister.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Do you know why there are eleven Thoren children?” Cain asks. “My parents have everything anyone could want. Maids, servants, butlers, cooks, riches. Our home is a goddamn tourist attraction,” she snorts. “We are founders of Naboo and they still worry about legacy; about being forgotten; about being stuck to this planet; about being powerless. My parents believe having a Jedi carry the name will cement the Thorens as the greatest, most perfect family in the galaxy. They never wanted children, they wanted a trophy.”

“You’re certain of this?” Odella whispers.

“Blood exams are done the moment any of us are born to find those… M things the Jedi have. Ten times my parents have been disappointed by the numbers they saw. My oldest sister raised eight kids because my mother was too busy being knocked up. She almost died giving birth to me. The doctors said she could never get pregnant again and it broke her. My father threatened to leave us because of it.”

“I had no idea,” Odella says. “None of you should have been treated that way.”

“I was three when my mother got pregnant again. They called it a miracle. They made us pray every night for the Force to give them a Jedi. The second Odella tested positive? They call for the Temple to collect her and throw a party when she leaves.

“You have no idea what it feels like to be compared to someone you’ve never met.” Cain continues. “Every day all I’d hear from my parents was Odella eats her vegetables. Odella wears her hair in braids. Odella doesn’t wear makeup. Odella is thinner. Odella is prettier. Odella’s a Knight. Did you hear that? Our perfect Odella Avana is finally a real Jedi.”

The inclusion of a second name takes the Jedi by surprise, having never been told of it. She repeats the word silently behind her mask.

Avana.

Odella Avana.

“How would they find out that information?” she asks. “I always heard the Jedi kept all of that secret from families.”

“The Chancellor is her godfather,” Cain mutters. The admission sinks rocks into Odella’s lungs, drowning her in the air. She feels sick and faint, gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turn white. “Every week for years he’d call and tell us all about how perfect my sweet sister is. He sent us photos of her when the war started. She looked like a model and now they’re plastered all over our home. I can’t turn a corner without seeing her. I can’t even look in the mirror without seeing the one person I will always be beneath.”

Odella can find no words within her but four. “I’m so sorry Cain.”

Her sister shrugs, turning to the HoloNews. “The Jedi have made being a Thoren a curse,” she says. “If my sister is in there, I hope she burns.”

Sunken against the bar, Odella holds her knees to her chest. The Anthem of the Republic plays as patrons of the cantina slowly trickle out while the sun rises on Naboo. She catches its rays in her eyes, squinting.

Knuckles knock by her head. “Hey.” The bartender, rag draped over his shoulder. “We’re closing up. You have to leave.”

“Of course.” Despite the absence of liquor in her system, she stumbles to stand.

The Jedi Knight follows the crowd outside, while everyone retreats to their home or their speeders, she’s alone. Left on the cobble road, staring at the lavender sky. She raises her commlink to her mouth. “Master Yoda?” She whispers. “Are you there?”

Against her better judgement and pitted against desperation, Odella does the only thing she can think of. A small bell above a doorway chimes as she enters Nedora Adorations. The shop is a cute little thing, tucked away on the corner of the street. Even with the lack of sun the space is bright and colorful, an assortment of beads and jewels draped on mannequins.

“Excuse me?” she asks into the empty space. “Hello?”

“Sorry love, I’m afraid I’m not opened yet!” Calls a woman from the back.

“I’m looking for Nedora?” Odella replies. “I met her last night, in the cantina. She said I could find her here.”

“Abby?” Nedora comes into the room, pins placed on the cuffs of her sleeves, thread between her dark lips. “What happened to doing things on your own?”

“I’m sorry for intruding. I know it’s early, but I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Were you in that bar all night?”

“Yes. I haven’t slept.” Odella rubs her arms, shifting her weight. “I was wondering if you had a ration bar by chance? Or a cot I could use? Only for a few hours.”

“Well,” she chuckles, opening her arms as if to say look around. “I don’t run a military operation, so cots and rations are short supply here.”

“Oh.”

“But, I do have a bed upstairs and a pack of oats I can prepare. If you’ll accept that is.”

“Yes, yes I would.” Odella breaks a smile under her covers. “I very much would. Thank you.”

Nedora points to the stairs, waving her off. “Second door on your left. Make yourself comfortable and take as long as you need. I have to set up for opening, but don’t be afraid to shout.”

“Thank you,” Odella says again. “I promise I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I can.”

“Darling, it’s five in the morning. As far as I’m concerned you’re staying in my hair whether you like it or not. Now go upstairs and rest.”

“Of course. I’m sorry again.”

Nedora laughs. “Has anyone ever told you apologize too much?”

Odella nods, swallowing a collection of spit. “Once or twice.”

“Master Yoda,” Odella whispers into her commlink. Hours later the sun has fully risen on Naboo, passing through Nedora’s thin white curtains. “Master Yoda? Master Windu?”

She’s met with radio silence and almost crushes the device in her palm. Her rest lasted all but two hours, too panicked and woken by another jolt of fear.

Her bracelet continues to blink its emergency signaling. Outreach to the Temple itself is too dangerous, for fear of communications being compromised. She’s tried to call Jesse through their emergency line, hopeful Ahsoka had news. But the line was completely disconnected without static to share. The only person left is Anakin.

Thinking of him alone is enough to bring a lump into her throat and tears to her eyes. Years. For years she watched him bond with the Chancellor with no question and no protest. She sat with him every week at their gatherings until Elenia request Odella no longer attend.

She never spoke kindly of Palpatine… not in front of Odella at least. Openly questioning his intentions, his politics. Had she known something was amiss all along? Why wouldn’t she speak up to the Council then? Why wouldn’t she tell Obi-Wan that it was no longer safe for Anakin to around the Chancellor.

Odella shakes her head and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She can’t worry about this now. Elenia did everything she could, and Odella refuses to blame her for anything that has happened.

If Anakin is alive… No. Anakin is alive. She would know it with every part of her if he died. He is alive. The question is whether he’s been captured by Sidious or not. Her fading vision provided little context, but he sounded in trouble. If he’s hiding, a contact could compromise his position. If he’s captured, it would compromise her. Maybe hurt him more.

It wouldn’t be safe.

“Master Yoda,” Odella whispers, pressing the metal to her forehead. “Yoda please answer. It’s Odella.” She sniffles. “I’m sorry I’ve been so difficult lately, but I really have to talk to you right now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He says nothing to her, if he is there at all. And for the first time since the Outer Rim Sieges, having to recount the betrayal of Quinlan Vos, Odella Thoren weeps.

“I met one of the Thorens,” Odella says. She walks around Nedora’s shop, fingers dancing on the fabric of dresses. “Cain.”

Nedora snorts, shaking her head. “Lucky you. You got the evil one.”

“Evil?”

“She’d kill her Jedi sister if given a chance, though I can’t say the rest of the girls are better. If you think the sisters are shit, wait until you meet the brothers. You’ll never see men with a bigger or more fragile ego.”

“You said you work with one of them. Is she nice?”

“Mara?” Nedora laughs. “No. But I guess you don’t have to be when you’re Naboo’s closest thing to royalty. Their parents treat them horribly, but they get everything they want.”

“Cain said there was a curse? That that’s why they all look alike.”

“The perfect woman,” she mocks, cutting thread. “If that’s true I can tell you now the gods spent all their time working on that pretty face of theirs, but they left their hearts ugly. They weren’t always like this, the past Thoren families that is. My nana used to say Novalise Thoren was the nicest woman to exist in Theed. Her beauty was inside and out. But she fell in love with a man who ended up having an evil soul and… I don’t know. They had Paloma and her brothers. Her father was furious none of the children had his last name. Paloma was the only girl too, so everything depended on her to keep the Thoren name alive. After her mother died, her father drilled into her that power is what matters. Legacy. I hear that while he was dying he told her that marrying Nova was his biggest mistake.”

“That’s awful,” Odella says.

“Paloma’s plan was to prove him wrong by making the Thoren name the best in the Mid-Rim. But all she’s done is make her children resent her and stop tradition.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Thoren name is passed through the women. You’d think with seven daughters it would never die out. But six of them have declared intent to or already have taken the name of their husbands. The only daughter to live and die as a Thoren is their Jedi, and it isn’t like she’ll be having children. In Paloma’s greed to bring glory, she’s killed every chance she has.”

“That’s unbelievable,” Odella says. “It’s horrifying to hear what happened to the grandmother alone. To think the behavior continued to her daughter too… and now their children…”

“I take it your family problems aren’t as bad as that?”

“My family problems?”

“Stars,” Nedora swears. “I’m sorry. You mentioned last night you didn’t do the family thing and—I shouldn’t joke about it.”

“No,” Odella reassures. “No it’s alright. If I’m honest, I have a great family.” Her vision focuses on the rhinestones scattered across a skirts hem. “I have a big brother. He can be a little pushy and he’s sensitive, but he’s my best friend. And I have a little sister. She left home recently though. And well, there’s my brother’s best friend. He’s the kindest man you’ll meet. And my grandfather is… the craziest guy ever,” she giggles. “And then there’s—“ she stops, shaking her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nedora says, smiling. “Who else?”

“I had an uncle. After my… mom died, he was the only one to step up. He was always there for me, you know? I felt like I would never enjoy anything ever again, and he just let me be a kid. For so long I could never be upset around him.”

“What happened?”

“Addiction,” Odella mumbles. “He met someone who gave him a taste of something he shouldn’t have had. He ended up hurting a lot of people because of it. So I cut him off completely. Everyone says he’s recovered now and he’s working himself but,” she swallows, “I still can’t forgive him. I don’t know if I ever will.”

“Is that why you ran away?”

The question stumps Odella, who frowns. Is she running away? Was that why she was so eager to take the mission to begin with?

“Yeah,” she finds herself saying. “That’s part of it.”

“Any word from your family?” Nedora hands a cup of oats, cooked and filled with fruit to Odella. The latter stays hunched on a windowsill, obsessively tapping at her communicators.

“No.” Odella groans, chucking the thing across to hit wood paneling.

“Do you know what the time would be there? Maybe they’re sleeping.”

Her head shakes. “It’s morning there, they should be up.”

“Where are you from?”

The truth slips. “Coruscant.”

“No wonder the Temple fire freaked you so much. I’m sure they’re okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It’s not like they’re Jedi,” Nedora says. “They’re probably listening the Chancellor’s speech.”

Odella’s eyes widen like saucers. “The Chancellor!” she gasps. “Do you have a radio?”

“Yes,” Nedora answers with an ere of suspicion. She pats the metal block beside her on the counter.

“Quickly, turn it on. I have to know what he says.”

The empty shop fills with a crinkling static, Nedora turning dials until a proper signal is caught.

“…our enemies showed their true natures,” says the voice of Chancellor Palpatine. “The Jedi hoped to unleash their destructive power against the Republic be assassinating the head of government and usurping control of the clone army.”

Odella jumps off the window, jaw fallen. “He’s lying,” she says, approaching the radio. “The Jedi are peaceful, they would never think to do such a thing.”

“…Our loyal clone troopers contained the insurrection within the Jedi Temple and quelled uprisings on a thousand worlds.”

“Holy shit,” Nedora swears. “Did he say thousands of worlds?”

“The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!” Palpatine shouts.

Odella sprints to the nearest bin. Throwing off her headscarf, she drops to her knees and spills out everything she’s had inside.

“Abby!” Nedora calls, rushing to her side. “Take a breath love, it’s okay. Why don’t we try calling your family again?”

“It’s not use,” Odella gasps, face first in the can. “It’s no use. It—It doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t go back.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They’re dead,” Odella says, lifting her head. “They’re all dead. All of them.”

“The Separatists have been defeated, and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled.”

Nedora pulls away, face mimicked in shock. “You’re a Thoren!” Then, she leans closer, heavy brows pinched together. Her expression falls to awe all at once. “You’re the Jedi!”

“In order to assure the security and continuing stability,” Palpatine says, “The Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!”

Sounds of the Senate echo through the channel. The screams come so loud, the speakers dare to rupture. And Odella Thoren realizes what she should have many years ago.

The Clone Wars could never have been conducted through the Senate and between meetings with tea. Because there was no war. There has never been war. There has only been one man sat playing chess with himself, turning the board at every move. Not caring for consequence, but the end result.

The grand conspiracy of Sith echoed within the Temple has always led to this moment, right now. To watch Jedi Knights, as they stand scattered across the galaxy, remain helpless to defend their home. To be turned into villains and murdered with no remorse. To know that everything lost to the war, every information; every life; every civilian; every home; every clone; every Padawan; every Jedi, never mattered.

The Clone Wars served one purpose, and one purpose only. A purpose which has finally been fulfilled to its perfect intention. To act as the grand finale in the revenge of the Sith.

“For a safe and secure society.”

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The Bond Between Us ~ 31

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,255ish

Summary: Healing and recovery is a waiting game with obstacles around every corner. (This literally may be the summary for the next three chapters.)

Notes: Sort of a filler chapter. Hope it’s okay all the same.

Obi-Wan was on the floor outside of the med center, elbows resting on his knees as his hands held his head. He was trying so hard to connect his signature with yours, to no avail. He was replaying the moment he severed the bond over and over in his head, regretting it more with each replay. It had hurt him too, greatly, but the vital suppressers that he had to take didn’t allow him to cry or groan about the pain.

Padme had arrived, having been called by Ahsoka, and had ushered Anakin away to get cleaned up. This left Obi-Wan alone in his remorse briefly. He was pulled out of his guilt spiral by footsteps.

“Master Obi-Wan,” Mace Windu’s voice was coming from above Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and stood up to look Windu in the eye. “Master Windu, my friend,” he greeted. “What can I do for you?”

“I came to tell you that you are needed on an assignment.”

“What? I can’t—“

“Why can’t you? Y/N was not your Padawan. Yes, I know about the bond between the two of you but I am concerned that it’s verging on an attachment.”

“I just finished a hard assignment. I should be allowed to—“

“We are in the middle of a war, Obi-Wan. There is no time to rest. I expect to see you in the war room in ten minutes.”

Then Windu marched off, leaving Obi-Wan reeling. He had already done what the Council had asked of him, risking everything he had with you. Now, they wanted him to leave you while you were critically injured and in surgery to go on an assignment. Yes, the galaxy was in the middle of a war and the Republic needed every person it could on its side. But your life was on the line. If he left and you died, Obi-Wan would never be able to live with himself. But, him refusing this mission would make the attachment more noticeable and risk both him and your standings in the Order.

Turning toward the med center, Obi-Wan pressed his hand against the window and closed his eyes. He pushed his signature into the room. He let out a breath of relief as he could sense you alive, though your signature still was refusing to interact with his.

“I’m sorry, little star,” he whispered. “I will be back soon. I promise.”

~~~

Padme and Anakin came back to wait outside the med center again. Anakin was confused when he noticed that Obi-Wan was no longer there.

“Where did Obi-Wan go?” Anakin asked, looking around and checking the med center door to see that it was still locked.

“Perhaps he got called into a meeting with the Council,” Padme suggested.

Anakin shook his head. “He would not allow anything to come in between him being here for Y/N right now. Except…” He scoffed and shook his head again. “Except I also thought that he wouldn’t keep at least her in the dark about that Hardeen stunt and he went about acting more like a Council member than a person.”

“He is a Council member, Anakin.”

“It’s different. He’s different when he’s with Y/N. And I’ve heard the way she’s been taught to go about missions and have heard snippets of Obi-Wan’s thoughts and frustrations about the way Y/N’s been treated and trained. Yet… Obi-Wan treated her like all her other Masters have.”

“I’m sure Obi-Wan has a reason. We will ask him when he returns.”

“That may be awhile,” Ahsoka said, coming toward the secret couple. “Obi-Wan has been called out on assignment. I just saw his starfighter leave.”

“And my concern was right,” Anakin said with a scoff. “She is no more than the Council’s precious Padawan to him as well.”

~~~

It was a total of six hours since you had arrived back at the Temple before Master Yoda was allowed into the med center to gather intel on your condition. When he came out of the med center, Ahsoka, Anakin, and Padme had been joined by Masters Windu and Plo.

“Out of surgery, Y/N is,” Yoda stated, stopping in front of the awaiting group. “Still in critical condition as well.”

“Do we know when she will wake?” Windu asked.

Yoda shook his head. “Uncertain her outcome is. Patient, we all must be.”

“Master Yoda, are we allowed to sit with her?” Padme asked, knowing that Anakin would be crossing a line more than he was already if he asked.

“Yes. But touch her, we must not.”

“Of course.”

“Leave you three with her, we will. Matters to discuss, we have.”

Anakin didn’t miss the look of disapproval that he was given by Master Windu for staying behind as the Masters left. His eyes focused on the doors that would lead him to your side. Anakin had felt emotions like his before when his mother was dying. You were his twin, the one person who had truly been at his side throughout his life. Even when you were separated for all those years, you were by his side. You had sacrificed your life in more ways than one for him continually and he had barely done anything good for you. Anakin took a deep breath as Padme’s hand slipped into his own and gave it a light squeeze.

“Would you like me to come in with you?” She quietly wondered.

He nodded his response before stepping forward, with Padme staying at his side. He shot a look at Ahsoka who nodded comfortingly as she stayed in her spot. Taking another deep breath, Anakin led Padme through the doors. Both of their breaths caught at the pain that hung in the air. Anakin knew it was your Force signature. It didn’t know what to do without the Force bond, didn’t know what to cling to. His eyes then found you.

You were laying on one of the hovering med stretchers. You had a short sleeve medical gown on that stopped just before your knees. Anakin’s eyes quickly scanned the screens connected to the stretcher only to note that your vitals weren’t great. Padme gave Anakin’s hand another squeeze before letting it go. Anakin took that as a sign to go up to you. The closer he got, the more he realized that your skin tone was much lighter than normal, signaling the amount of blood you had lost. There were a few tubes connected to you, one of them running under your nose to give you oxygen.

“Hey, sis,” Anakin whispered. He branched out his signature in hopes that yours may react positively to it. “You’re going to make it, okay?” His hands came up to grasp the lip of the stretcher, trying to stop himself from touching you. “You have to… you don’t get to die for me… you don’t get to do that and leave me here as the Chosen One. Everyone knows you’re the better fit.” He took a shaky inhale as his emotions began rushing to the surface. “You’ve got to stop doing this, Y/N/N… you’ve got to stop sacrificing yourself for me. I can’t take that burden.”

Anakin could feel your signature study his but not touch it in any way. He knew that it wasn’t his signature that you wanted—or needed.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N, okay?” Anakin continued. “They’re not separating us again.”

~~~

For the next week, Anakin spent his days in the med center with you. He busied himself with mediating and fixing droids as he waited for you to wake. A few of the Jedi Council members expressed concern over Anakin being by your side, but Anakin ignored them and was surprised to hear that Master Yoda was also on his side. Obi-Wan kept reaching out through his comlink, but Anakin refused to respond to his own Master. He was angry at him for the way he was treating you and how he just left for another assignment while you may be on your death bed.

Your signature still wouldn’t fully interact with Anakin’s, no matter how hard he tried. It was frustrating that you wouldn’t allow him to help you in the only way he really could. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to keep being at your side.

Padme had come from the Senate to the Temple to watch over you while Anakin refreshed himself. Ahsoka was, unfortunately, unable to take this shift since the Council had busied her with small assignments with Captain Rex while Anakin was unavailable. Padme had pulled up a chair and was looking through some of her Senate documents when you groaned. She quickly stood up to hover over you. This was the first sound you had made since the surgery, and she was unable to tell if it was a good thing or bad. You groaned again, your head moving to the side this time.

“Y/N,” Padme called. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

You groaned again, mumbling something incoherent under your breath. Your head turned to the other side. You were still too tired to open your eyes and you could slightly hear Padme’s reassurances.

“It’s okay,” Padme repeated. “Anakin will be here soon and you can tell him what you need.”

“Obi…” you breathed out, barely audible. “Obi…” Padme leaned closer as you continued. “Obi-Wan…” Her eyes closed at the realization of whom you were calling for. “I need Obi-Wan…”

“Obi-Wan’s not here right now, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“Where…” your breaths labored as your signature branched out in search of him. “Where… is… he…?” Your eyes slowly peeled open to look at Padme.

“He’s…” She sighed. “He’s on a mission.” You let out a pained breath, closing your eyes again. “But I can get him here as soon as possible.”

“No… if he… wanted to be… here… he would… be…” You began retreating your signature back into yourself.

“Y/N,” Anakin gasped, rushing into the room. He looked at Padme. “Have you called for a medical droid?”

“Not yet,” Padme responded.

Anakin’s focus went back to you. “How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?” A tear slipped out of one of your eyes as you barely nodded. “What is it?”

“My incision… and… my heart…”

Anakin looked back up at Padme in confusion. She motioned him over to the side of the room with her head. Quickly, he met her over in the corner.

“What’s going on?” Anakin whispered.

“She woke up and she was immediately calling for Obi-Wan,” Padme answered, matching his whispering.

“What?”

“I told her that he wasn’t here but that I’d get him here as soon as possible but…” She shook her head as she paused and looked back at you. “But she doesn’t want him here anymore.”

“Good. He doesn’t deserve to me here.”

“You both may believe that, but he might be the best thing for her.”

“No.” Anakin shook his head adamantly. “Obi-Wan didn’t have to leave on assignment and he severed their bond. There is nothing more he can help her with.”

Padme sighed as Anakin spun around and went back to your side. She waited until the medical droid came into the room before slipping out.

~~~

This separation was going to kill him, Obi-Wan was sure of it. Each time he would be close to coming back to the Jedi Temple, something would go wrong. He was currently standing with Commander Cody around the holo table on his star cruiser, discussing an incident from the assignment when Senator Amidala appeared as a hologram on the table.

“Senator?” Obi-Wan questioned in surprise. “Is something the matter?”

“Master Kenobi, I know that it is not my place to request or demand this of you but, you need to return to the Jedi Temple,” Padme told him.

Obi-Wan’s heart crashed to the floor, at least it felt that way. “Is Y/N okay?”

“That is still to be determined but she did wake and she…”

“She what?” He stepped closer to the holo table.

“She asked for you.”

“I’m heading back right now.”

“Obi-Wan. You have to know that because you weren’t there when she woke, she no longer wants you here.” Obi-Wan didn’t know his heart was able to break any further. “I am calling because, despite her wishes and Anakin’s beliefs, I believe that you are what she needs to get better.”

“Cody, turn this cruiser around.”

“Yes, General,” Cody responded, quickly doing as he was told.

“Thank you for calling me, Senator. We are en route to Coruscant and I will be there as soon as I can.”

Obi-Wan ended the call. His hands gripped the holo table as he leaned into it with his head bowed. He should have never left. He shouldn’t have let the Council bully him into leaving your side. You asked for him and he wasn’t there for you. He would never forgive himself for that.

“We are headed to Coruscant, sir,” Cody stated.

“Thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan said.

“We are entering hyperspace so we will arrive there quickly.” Obi-Wan nodded. “I’m sure that General L/N will forgive you, sir.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide as his head snapped up. Cody clearly knew. “How…?”

“The way you watch her, sir, and protect her. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

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I would love some more obi wan content 🥺🥺 I loved impossible and I love angst but could we possibly get a first kiss or something along the lines of “giving into their feelings” that would be chefs kiss. ❤️

omg yes I love this!! Hope you like what I had in mind and thank you for your request!!

THE MOST IMPORTANT THING - OBI-WAN KENOBI

summary: you and obi-wan realize the code isn't everything, and other things matter much more

pairing: obi-wan x gn!jedi!reader, obi-wan x satine kryze (mentioned), ahsoka tano x gn!jedi!reader (friendship)

word count: 2.1K

warnings: angst(?), age difference (reader is 18+), fluff, confessing feelings, breaking the jedi code

a reblog is very much appreciated!

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Acting like absolutely nothing was going on has become a day-to-day thing for you at this point. You always had to pretend you didn't stare at Obi-Wan longer than usual, or get overly excited when you had missions together. You always had to make it look as if you didn't care so much about him, which was hard to do when you're surrounded by force-sensitive beings all day.

However, sometimes you allowed yourself to lose control. To imagine what could it be if you didn't have to pretend. If Obi-Wan also stared back at you for longer than usual, or if he intentionally picked you to help on his missions as a poor excuse to be around you.

And maybe as you drift into these little fantasies of yours, your head is allowing you to think all the wrong sorts of things. Your senses make you feel and see things that aren't really there...but you couldn't help it. You've seen the way Obi-Wan looks at you, the way he talks to you. It's as if he cares just as much as you do.

Maybe, just maybe, you're not the only one pretending.

The uncertainty of your current something-ship with the Jedi Mater was all you could think of, debating whether or not you should ask if he's feeling the same way, or forever keep your feelings to yourself. Whatever path you decided to follow, risks would be taken. You risk getting rejected and even lectured for your feelings for him, or you risk never obtaining true happiness.

Despite always acting like nothing was happening, sometimes it was hard to just forget all about it and focus on your Jedi duties. It's not that simple. How could it be with Obi-Wan close to you every single day, treating you so nicely and delicately, giving you all these signals you didn't really know if they are actual signals or not.

The two of you have made a promise to something much bigger than yourselves. Something that worth more than any feeling Obi-Wan might provoke within you. The Jedi Code forbids ever having a relationship with him. Attachments are forbidden, as they mean danger to those who ever allow something or someone become a priority. Something that isn't the duties they're sworn to do.

You had just returned from a mission. It was just you and your troops somewhere in the galaxy, far away from Obi-Wan. Now that you're back at the Jedi Temple, even when it might sound otherwise, it didn't mean any less work. There was still a war out there and you were one of the people in charge to make sure the Republic wins. You instructed your troopers to help Anakin and Rex take down a Separatist insurgence in a nearby system, your Commander sending daily reports in case they ever needed backup or inform new developments. In the meantime, you offered to help Ahsoka training the younglings.

Obi-Wan has been in a lot of Council meetings since you arrived and you've been too busy with training. Though no amount of distractions could make you forget about him. The fact that he was so close, yet so far away made you feel miserable.

Despite feeling this way for quite a bit, you still can't bring yourself to talk about this with him.

And of course you weren't aware that he hasn't been particularly unbothered by all of this either. If you were, you wouldn't be torturing yourself with so many "what if's". He has been trying to find the right time and the right words to tell you everything that's been locked away in his heart, mind and soul. Maybe being back in a place he considers his home, far away from the battlefield, boosted his confidence just enough to consider taking the first step, though he was still very conflicted about all of this.

He knew this would be difficult but he didn't expect it to be that hard. Confessing his feelings will undoubtedly change everything between the two of you and even when he wanted that change, he was afraid of what would follow. Afraid and embarrassed, as he couldn't believe he's breaking so many rules. However, the thought of you was more than enough to make him feel much better about disobeying. You are enough, you are everything that matters.

Attachments were supposed to be forbidden, and yet all he can think about during those endless meetings is you. He was a little too into this, so he might as well do something about it already. Perhaps you won't be a distraction as he has learned during all his years being a Jedi. Perhaps you'll be his biggest strength. How was he supposed to know if he never gave it a try?

But Obi-Wan was very nervous. He was so incredibly on edge over a crush on someone. Could he even blame himself? It's not like he has done this before. Yes, he was with Satine many years ago, but things with her were entirely different. They just happened. He never had to talk about his feelings because he never thought he was ready to take that extra step and there was no need for that sort of commitment. Now that he wants to open up, he doesn't know how to.

And he had no one to help him. Asking Anakin for advice was definitely not an option because he was out on a mission and telling his best friend these sort of problems was...profoundly mortifying.

"I hope you don't mind me asking Master, but why haven't you decided to teach a Padawan?"

You turned to look at Ahsoka as the two of you walked, the hall completely deserted and illuminated by the heavy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Outside, the moon brightens the Coruscant sky. You finished training with the younglings a few hours ago and decided to eat something before going back to your rooms.

"The thought has crossed my mind a few times, but the Council decided it was best for me to wait given I've just recently took the trials," she replied. "They don't think I'm ready to teach someone just yet."

"The Council is mistaken, then. You've helped me so much with my training."

"It's not the same. The bond between a Padawan and their Master is very deep and it has a huge impact on how the learner is shaped. I've noticed many things about Master Plo that stuck with me during the years, and I'm sure you've noticed a few of Anakin's traits reflecting on the way you behave. I guess they are afraid I won't be able to handle such responsibility."

"But they should at least give you a chance!" Ahsoka insisted, looking very surprised to hear you weren't allowed to teach anyone. "It's not fair."

"Well, I'm glad they at allowed me to become a Jedi Knight. I believe I have lots of time to learn more things that I will eventually share with my future Padawan," you replied in a calmed voice, hopefully transmitting some of your tranquillity to the younger girl walking next to you. "Besides, having you around to teach once in a while is more than enough to me."

Ahsoka smiled at your kind words, allowing you to wrap an arm around her affectionately as the two of you continued walking. She has learned many things thanks to you and have even received many great advices from Obi-Wan. She is very grateful and honoured to have such great people as mentors and friends.

After saying goodbye to each other, the two of you walked on different directions to head back to your respective rooms, knowing you had to wake up early tomorrow for another training session with the younglings.

You were in your room for only a few minutes until someone knocked on the door. When you opened it, you weren't expecting to meet Obi-Wan standing on the other side. Not like you would expect anyone to visit you this late, but seeing him surely was surprising. You could tell even he was confused as to why he's there and you could easily feel how troubled he was.

"Hello," you started, still awfully confused. "Did something happen?"

"No– well, yes. It's uh, complicated," was his very poor attempt to reply, mentally cursing himself for his clumsiness. He's not usually like this. "I was wondering if we could talk?"

"Sure," you reply with a smile, trying to make the situation less awkward. "You can come in...if you like."

He considered it for a second before finally accepting, stepping inside your room as you closed the door behind him, still having absolutely no idea what would be so important that he needed to come here to your room when he could easily tell you all about it tomorrow. An idea crossed your mind but you quickly dismissed it, not wanting to get any unrealistic ideas inside your head. He couldn't possibly be here to–

"I apologize for coming here so late but I don't think this could wait until tomorrow," he blurted out suddenly as you're turning around to face him. You suspected not even Obi-Wan was quite able to process that sentence leaving his mouth, looking rather lost. "It's been far too long."

"I...I'm afraid I don't understand," you say, uncertain.

"Well, it's about...us," he started, taking you by complete surprise. "I've been thinking about this for a very long time and after taking some things in consideration, I've realized I've liked you for quite some time. I've tried to push these feelings away but the more I try to ignore them, I'm afraid the stronger they get."

Is this a dream? Or a joke? Or both? You really couldn't believe this is happening. Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi going against the Code to confess his feelings for you? It sounded unreal.

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless. You probably looked so shocked that Obi-Wan immediately interpreted your expression as a bad sign, not knowing how to continue his confession anymore. He's probably about to pour his heart out and be rejected.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put you in an uncomfortable position," he quickly added. "I perfectly understand if you–"

"No, no. It's fine. I just never thought I'd hear you say something like this. I thought our Code was more important."

"I thought that too," he agreed, pausing for a few seconds. He took a few steps closer to you timidly, hyper aware of what he was doing, fearing you would step back any minute. However, you didn't. If anything, you looked like you were enjoying standing so close to him.

Obi-Wan took one of your hands in his own, staring back into your eyes with such intensity and such appreciation, you felt like you were the only thing that existed in that room– in the entire galaxy even. "But now I know the most important thing to me is you."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, the affection evident in his tone. The sight of your smile allowed him to relax just slightly, still not letting go of your hand.

"I...I don't know what to say," you eventually say.

"Hopefully that's a good thing."

The comment made you giggle. "It is."

Just then, he let go of your hand and moved his up to the side of your face. "You're lovely," he confesses barely above a whisper.

You felt a shiver go up and down your body and you didn't know if it was for the way he said that or because how close he was. Your reaction to his touch and proximity only encouraged him further, leaning his head same time as you did, your lips meeting halfway.

Kissing him felt far better than you would've ever imagined, something quite impossible to believe could be true. Neither of you had much practice, but you didn't care. Not only because of how inexperienced you are, not really having much else to compare it to, but because the longing for each other was far more important to care about such insignificant detail right now.

Both of his arms found their way around your waist to pull you even closer to him as you allowed yourself to completely give into him. His kiss was gentle, yet passionate, keeping his usual composure but not caring to let you know just how much he has been wanting this. One of your hands moved up to his hair and your fingers tangled in it, gesture he seemed to like as he kissed you more eagerly.

Neither of you let go of after the kiss ended, far too comfortable being in each other's arms. The life force around Obi-Wan was intoxicating, radiant and vibrant. No doubt he could feel your own as intensely as you are perceiving his.

At that moment, you swore you've never been happier.

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the colors you press into my skin - a rex/anakin/padmé ficlet

Day One of Anakin Rarepairs Week: Soulmate AU Anakin was small for his age. On Tatooine, this had been a good thing. One of the few constant truths regarding slaves was that a child separated from their mother before the species-equivalent age of six was damaged merchandise and therefore sold for much less. Watto was notoriously bad at gauging human ages, and therefore Anakin had been mostly safe from being sold, no matter the trouble he caused. He looked like he could be anywhere between five and eight, he knew, and so it wasn’t a surprise when the healer-person asked for his age. “Nine,” he said, and then tacked on “I think,” just to be safe. This made them frown, the tips of their purple lekku stiffening in disapproval.“Okay. That’s alright,” they said, which was a lie. “C’mon over here, okay? We’ve gotta give you a full-body scan, see if you have any injuries or conditions that need treating. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Anakin hunched his shoulders in, and edged away from the hand held out to him. “...Don’t wanna.”

“What’s wrong, buddy?” they asked, retracting the hand and squatting down to be at eye level with him.

“...You’ll see–you’ll see my marks. And you’re not supposed to.”

Surprise wafted mildly around their lekku in the-way-Anakin-could-see, which they told him was called the Force (did he have to call it that now?) but it didn’t show on their face. “Ah. Well, if you don’t have any other tattoos or anything, we can have the computer delete them from your scan before any of the doctors look at it. Would that help?”

He considered this. Droids were allowed to see marks, he thought, and that was basically what a computer was, right? It was just other people that shouldn’t see them, because they were special. Just for soulmates. It was bad luck to tell anyone where yours was.

And if a master found out, it meant being separated, forever.

“I think that’s okay,” he said, shaking himself out of those thoughts. “If you’re really sure no one will see.”

“I am,” they promised, and this time he took their hand.

Space was big and cold and sad. Obi-Wan was sad, and it worried Anakin that he could tell. Obi-Wan never looked anything but calm in eyes-closed-colorful-sight–in the Force (and he really had to start thinking of it that way, because that was the Jedi word for it, and Anakin had to be a Jedi). Now, the pain was rolling off him in waves, sticking like tar to the points of his hair, and especially to the freshly shorn patch just above his ear where the brain had been.

Grief smelled like burnt hair and woodsmoke.

Anakin shivered, and tucked his hands into his pockets.

There was a note in one of them. He fingered the sharp corners of the paper and marveled at the smooth feel of it against his fingers. Tatooine paper had been rough and scarce, made from the coarse fibers of desert plants. He pulled it out and unfolded it with numb fingers.

It was in Bocce. Careful, painstaking writing that told of letters translated and copied off a datapad, but he could understand it.

I thought you should have my comm code, the note read. In case you want to talk. I know now isn’t the best time, but I can wait as long as you need.

The string of numbers was written beneath, looping and harder to read. He’d have to copy them in manually too, but it would be worth it, he thought.

He folded the note up and slipped it back into his pocket. Padmé was right, it wasn’t the right time yet. Now was time for hugs, because mom’s hugs always made everything better, so Obi-Wan probably needed one.

(He did)

(It was very warm, and Anakin wasn’t the only one who cried a bit)

(That was okay though, because Obi-Wan was family now)

He had his own comm, which was super awesome. It meant he didn’t have to steal Obi-Wan's, which was easy to break into but difficult to get, because Obi-Wan didn’t sleep like, ever. He said he had nightmares when he did and Master Yoda had scolded him and told him to go get some sleeping pills to help, then, and Obi-Wan’s face had twisted up into the expression that meant it was time for more hugs.

Padmé was labeled as Padawan Zorafina in his comm, which meant that was who all his transmissions would show up as to the Temple ‘net. The real Padawan Zorafina was one of his classmates who lost her comm so frequently that it was faster to just track her down in person if you had a message for her, so Anakin didn’t even have her code.

It was nice having someone to talk to. Padmé was an angel. One who told really bad jokes, and hated the number four, and gently teased Anakin about his nerf-tail. (She’d said it made him look like her childhood pet nerf Ginger, and he’d retaliated by telling her that her crown today looked like beetles) (That hadn’t worked, because it turned out that they actually were, which was cool and also a little gross).

She was always happy to listen to him talk about his new classes and what life in the Temple was like, and in turn told him all about the government she headed and what was happening on her home planet.

It was nice, having a friend like that, one no one else knew about. Anakin thought having a soulmate was one of the best things that happened to him, even if he couldn’t tell anyone about it.

“Should we be concerned about the frequency of his transmissions to Naboo?” Obi-Wan asks Yoda, staring at the tiny master over the rim of his teacup.

“A friend, he has,” Yoda says, adding another spoon of sweetener to his own. “More balanced, he has been. Good for him, I believe it to be. Meditate on it you should, though.”

“If you say so,” Obi-Wan replies doubtfully. “I just don’t understand why he wants to hide it.”

“Hrm. A secret, he enjoys keeping? Had many secrets, you did, when his age you were. Involved your friends, many of them did. Stealing your master’s plants, they involved. Repot them in the gardens, you did, and bit my foot, one of them did.” Yoda hums.

Obi-Wan glares. “I was allergic, and that was why I was high enough on serious antihistamines to think planting them on the path was a good idea.”

“Wrong you were not,” Yoda concedes. “But bleed a great deal, I did.”

“You did not!” Obi-Wan says hotly.

The ship rocks, taking another hit and throwing Rex into the wall hard enough to bruise. He’s not wearing his armor because they just got out of a battle three hours ago, and he hasn’t had time to fix up the scrapes on his greaves and helmet or to requisition a new breastplate to replace the one that broke when he took a shot to the chest. One of his ribs is still cracked, and it twinges as he sways back upright.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thinks, setting back off down the hall as fast as his mild concussion will let him go. He should have gone to get a replacement the minute he got back on the ship. But there had been shinies staring mournfully at their first set of armor, and his water ration slot had been in five minutes, and now he was running through the hallway in a body glove with only vambraces and boots to protect him.

He reaches the hangar, finally, and slips between the malfunctioning doors just in time to catch a Jedi to the chest.

Anakin’s slowed his momentum enough that it doesn’t hurt too much, but he falls back onto the door, arms reflexively closing around his general, all the wind knocked out of him. Anakin’s jerkin is slashed down the side, and the smell of singed cloth fills Rex’s nose. His hand feels impossibly hot on Anakin’s skin. For a moment Rexi thinks it’s because he’s burnt, but the texture is all wrong, and the heat fades just as quickly as it had welled up. “Thanks for the catch,” Anakin says, and spares a second to give him a strange look before throwing himself back into the battle. Rex goes to find a gun. He uses it to take potshots at Ventress and feels inordinately proud when one of them clips her shoulder, throwing off a swing. Later, he’ll think it odd that he wasn’t worried about hitting Anakin, and recall their strange synchronicity. The floor is cold beneath his feet, and he can feel the faint humming of the engines that Ahsoka seems to find so comforting. The door should look imposing, but there’s papery teal tape shaped into messy letters that read ‘Anakin’ at eye height. The Isk is lopsided, and the Krill is torn in half along the seam of the door. Rex raises a fist and knocks. “Come in!” Anakin calls from inside. He’s standing in front of the ‘fresher mirror. The door is open, and Anakin is most definitely not wearing a shirt. This shouldn’t be an issue, because Rex sees his brothers shirtless all the time, but he knows natborns usually have different standards, which makes it feel indecent, somehow. He studiously ignores the warmth of his ears and tries to focus his gaze on an arbitrary point above his general’s shoulder. Which is patched with coppery swirls that look like fingerprints. Rex’s eyes trail down them, finding the blue handprint beneath Anakin’s arm, spread over his ribcage. He looks to his own hand, which is dyed the same color. “Is this a Jedi thing?” he asks, because he’s heard the stories but never quite believed them himself, because matching tattoos aren’t hard to get and everyone like to make up tall tales sometimes, but— “No,” Anakin says, turning to him with wide eyes. “It’s. Soulmates? A thing? You’re not supposed to talk about them, because it’s bad luck, and not everyone has a mark.” “A mark?” “Dark, like ink,” Anakin explains, coming closer. “Until you touch, and then it turns colors. It’s permanent after, but before you connect you can get it removed using lasers.” “...I didn’t have one before today,” Rex says, confused. Anakin frowns. “What?” “None of us do,” he continues unsurely. “Except. There are stories, I suppose, but. I thought that was all they were.” “Oh,” Anakin whispers, disappointment etched in every line of his expression. “Well–” “But I don’t think that matters,” Rex interrupts, taking a step forward and ignoring the tinny voice in his head screeching that this was a bad idea (it really is) (Rex doesn’t care). “Not for this, anyway. Because. I’d really like to kiss you, and I have for a while, so we can figure out the rest afterwards.” Anakin bites his lip, and Rex can hear his thoughts flowing, see them rushing past his eyes like a raging river. “Well then,” he says, finally, mouth turning up in a smirk Rex wants to bite off him. “What are you waiting for, captain?” “Padmé you will not believe this—” “Oh, hello Rex, nice to see you!” Padmé says, still fixing her hair in the mirror “H-hi, senator. Your headpiece is nice today,” he offers, worming slightly closer to Anakin. “Thank you! It’s a specialty piece—” “Padmé!” Anakin interrupts, vibrating in place. “Alright, alright, tell me, darling,” she says, turning to give them her full attention. “Are you sure you want this?” Padmé asks, once they’re finally together in her apartment on Coruscant. Anakin had left a moment before, insisting that this was a moment for them, and he would return soon enough. “Yes,” Rex agrees firmly, trying to ignore the way his hands are trembling in his pockets. “I want to help my brothers. And I really care about Anakin, and he loves you. I’d like to think that I can learn to also.” Padmé presses her lips together, and Rex can see tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, dark brown like fresh earth and shining like bronze. “I’d hope I can do the same.” “Where is it?” he asks, after it’s been quiet for a moment. “Your mark, I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.” “Here,” she says, brushing a finger over her lips. They aren’t painted, which maybe he should have guessed from the darkness of the black, two dimensional in its cohesiveness. It’s beautiful, and yet Rex can’t help but wonder what color hides underneath. “Where do you want it?” she asks, because they don’t know where it used to be, before the Kaminoans removed it. Theoretically, wherever she puts it, it’ll always have been there. That makes Rex’s brain hurt a little. “On my wrist?” he says, though it comes out as more of a question. She smiles, encouraging and breathtaking at the same time. “The inside.” “Okay,” she whispers, and takes the arm he holds out, tugging up the sleeve. She leans forward, breath hot on his palm, and then her lips are on his skin, and it feels like sparklers look, golden and stunningly beautiful in their evanescence. When she pulls away, her lips glimmer opalescent, every shade of the rainbow at once, set onto white. “Can I?” he asks unthinkingly, holding up his arms. Padmé hugs him tight, and her tears wet his shirt, but he can feel her smile against his shoulder. bonus scene: “What do you mean you knew?” Anakin shrieks, flapping angrily in Obi-Wan’s general direction. “You were sending daily transmissions off-planet!” Obi-Wan shouts back. “It flagged the system, so Master Yoda brought it to my attention!” “So all that was for nothing?!” “I didn’t know she was your soulmate?” Obi-Wan offers, as though it’s consolation. Anakin hisses like a cat, back arching, and covers his former master’s mouth with his hand. “Shh! You can’t just say that!” “Oh, come on. Not everyone is as prudish as you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan complains, leaning backwards. “Generational trauma!” Anakin insists, retreating to sulk over Padmé’s shoulder. “That doesn’t carry you through to forbidding the topic for discussion at all!” Obi-Wan calls back. “Don’t think I don’t see you running away! You know I’m right!” Anakin makes a sound like a tea kettle and a monkey-lizard had a baby, and grabs Rex and Padmé each by the hand. “Leaving,” he insists, and glowers as they exchange an amused look below his sightline, pulling away. “I’ve been betrayed by all the people I care about most.” “You still have Ahsoka,” Padmé comforts him. “No I don’t. Rex is gonna steal her in the divorce,” Anakin grumbles, crossing his arms. “We’re not married,” Rex points out. “Marry me, then,” Anakin says. It takes him a second to process what it is he’s said, and then he bolts.

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