#anakin skywalker x mother figure!reader

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The Serpent and The Lamb | Priest!Anakin Skywalker x Reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: dddne, religious themes, infidelity, masturbation (f), oral sex (m), unprotected sex, praise, aftercare, not proofread

summary: Your family’s beloved priest suggests at home tutoring to help you with your bible studies.

The weeks since that encounter with Father Anakin had been a whirlwind of emotions, leaving you feeling conflicted and guilty. But you had promised him, and you couldn't break that trust. He continues to be your trusted priest, guiding you through your faith, but there's a new layer of understanding between you. Every touch, every whispered word, carries a heavier weight, a promise of more to come. You try to fight it, but the attraction is too strong, too consuming.

As you sit at dinner with your family, you couldn't help but think back to the last time you saw him. The memory still sent shivers down your spine, even though you knew it was wrong. You glanced around the table, watching your family enjoy their meal, before bringing your attention back to the food in front of you, forcing a smile onto your lips.

Your father cleared his throat, taking a sip from his glass of water. “So, I spoke to Father Anakin today,” he said, a twinkle in his eye. “He was asking about you, sweetheart. Seems he missed your presence at church this past Sunday.”

“Oh?” you squeak trying to keep your voice casual, hoping your nerves didn't show. Last Sunday, instead of attending church as usual, you stayed home, tucked away in bed with a small cold. Your mom chimed in, recounting their brief conversation. “He asked how you were doing and expressed his concern for your well-being,” she said with a warm smile. “He truly cares for you, dear.”

“I appreciate his concern.” you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Thoughts swarmed in your mind like bees to honey, questioning Anakin's motives for asking about you. Was it genuine concern? Or was there another reason behind his inquiries? A part of you couldn't help but wonder if he was as affected by your encounter as you were.

Upon hearing that you'll be attending church with them tomorrow, a pang of guilt hit you, knowing that your secret affair with Anakin was far from what God intended. You prayed silently, asking for forgiveness and guidance, seeking clarity on your path forward. Deep down, you longed for Anakin's touch again, craving the lust that had consumed you, while fearing the consequences it may bring.

The following day, you found yourself standing outside the church, heart racing in anticipation of seeing Anakin again. As you walked through the doors with your family, your eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, searching for a glimpse of his imposing figure. Anakin and his wife, Padme, approached you and your family, a serene smile playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment.

“Hello, Ma’am,” he greeted, extending a hand towards your mother. “How are you this lovely morning?” He turned to your dad next, shaking his hand firmly, the two men exchanging pleasantries while you stood nearby, trying to remain inconspicuous. Throughout their conversation, Anakin's gaze kept drifting back to you, a kind expression etched on his face that belied the intensity of their previous encounters. It was as if they were playing two different roles, one public and one private - a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

Anakin's gaze turned towards you, his eyes softening with concern. "And how is our little church mouse doing?" he asked, addressing you directly, a tender smile playing on his lips. "We missed you last week."

Your cheeks flushed pink, heart racing in response to his words, and you nervously fidgeted with the small, silver cross necklace perched on your chest. "I’m well, thank you for asking," you managed to respond, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your voice.

Anakin turned to your dad again, adding, “Now that you’re here I should mention that we’ve started providing extra guidance to some of the younger parishioners. If you ever need help with the Bible, please feel free to have them reach out to me. Our home is always open for such discussions.” Your dad nodded appreciatively and nudged your arm with his elbow.

“It might be a good idea, dear.” Your dad nodded in agreement, adding that it would allow you more time with Anakin, which would benefit you spiritually. Anakin and Padmé walked away, their conversation seemingly innocuous, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy seeing them together. However, you quickly pushed it aside, and sat with your family to listen to today's sermon. Anakin began to speak, his words resonating through the hallowed halls, reminding you of the divine presence that should guide your life.

You knelt down to pray, your mind was flooded with images of Anakin, the serpent in the garden of your faith; his touch, his voice, and the intense feelings he evoked within you. The sacred space of the church seemed to close in around you, suffocating you with its silent judgment as you struggled to focus on the words of prayer. Your heart raced, your breaths became shallow, and the line between your reality and fantasy blurred, threatening to drown you in a sea of forbidden desires and hidden sins. The holy water of the baptism seemed to lose its sanctity, tainted by the impurities of your thoughts, and you swear the cross of the rosary you held onto felt just as hot as your insides, like a branding iron searing its mark onto your palm. In the quietude of the church, enveloped by the scent of incense and the whispers of penance, you found yourself drowning in the whirlpool of your own transgressions, desperately seeking salvation in the arms of the man who had led you astray.

Confession time arrived, the somber atmosphere of the church amplifying the heaviness of the act. You stood in line, heart pounding in your chest, as you waited for your turn to enter the confessional. The dimly lit booth loomed ahead. Your palms felt clammy and your hands quivered slightly, as you tried to prepare yourself for the upcoming confrontation. Each person ahead of you seemed to move in slow motion, the minutes ticking by like hours, stretching the moment into an eternity.

You finally reach the confessional booth and sit on the little bench, the partition separating you from Father Anakin feeling as thin as gossamer. The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows across the wooden walls, as if mocking your impending reckoning.

“Father, it’s me.” you whisper. You could hear his soft chuckle on the other side, his soothing words resonating through the screen that served as a link between you and him.

“Oh hello little lamb, I was waiting for you,” Anakin's voice resonated through the dimly lit confessional, his tone a swirl of kindness and authority, a perfect blend that had lured you in from the very beginning. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible, struggling to keep the tremors at bay. “I don’t have any confessions today.”

Anakin's voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. "Are you sure?" he asked gently, his tone inquiring but also cautious.

“Well, I wanted to talk about the last time I was here.” you explained. Anakin leans in more towards the screen, and his voice drops down an octave.

“We can’t talk about this here, I’m running out of time,” he said, his words carrying a warning. “Listen, tell your parents that I’m having a session tomorrow at my house and we can talk there okay?” Anakin brings his hand up to the mesh screen and you brought your own hand up to meet his. The contact, fleeting as it was, sent a jolt through you and electrified your senses.

“2:30 tomorrow little lamb. Be there.” a hint of a smile played at the corners of Anakin's lips, a silent acknowledgement of your gesture, a promise of something more that lay beyond the confines of the church.

As you approached your parents, you could feel the weight of your lie pressing down on you, the guilt threatening to consume you. You forced a smile onto your lips, your voice steady as you spoke. "Father Anakin has invited me to his home tomorrow to review the Bible and discuss some aspects of our faith," you explained, your eyes darting between your mom and dad. "He believes it would be beneficial for me spiritually." Your heart raced as you awaited their response, praying that they would accept your explanation without suspicion.

Your mom nodded, her face reflecting concern but also curiosity. "That sounds like a good opportunity, dear. Just make sure you keep us informed." Your dad, ever the protector, added, "We trust Father Anakin, but we also want you to be safe. Make sure you let us know when you arrive and when you leave, okay?" You nodded, grateful for their trust, even as you knew you were leading them down a dangerous path. The rest of the evening passed in a blur, the clock ticking down the minutes until you could flee to Anakin's embrace, the illicit thrill of your secret affair coursing through your veins.

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Later that night, you relentlessly tossed and turned in your bed, your mind consumed by thoughts of your family’s beloved priest. His touch, his voice, his intense gaze - each memory was a sharp blade, slicing through the layers of your deception, exposing your deepest desires.

The intensity of your feelings took you by surprise, the arousal coursing through your veins like fire. The sensation of your flesh against your fingertips caused prickly goosebumps to appear all over your arms and thighs as your fingers sank into your pajama shorts. A soft moan slipped past your lips as your fingers danced around your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. your fingers delved deep inside your aching cunt, your breaths became ragged and your body trembles with force.

You struggled to stifle your sweet moans, the sound of your surrender echoing in the silence of your room. Your orgasm was sudden, powerful, washing over you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and spent. The intensity of your climax had left you drenched in sweat, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your transgression.You laid still and stared up at your ceiling. your body still throbbing with pleasure, you knew that the price of your sin was a heavy burden, one that only Anakin could ease - at least for a moment, in the safety of his arms.

As you drifted off to sleep, your thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of tomorrow, the thrill of your secret rendezvous with Anakin.

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Through the hushed streets, you walked towards Anakin's home, the anticipation of your secret meeting thrumming in your veins. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced along the cobblestone paths. The temptation of the forbidden fruit was too sweet to resist, the pull of Anakin's darkness too strong. The confessional's warning seemed like a distant memory, the allure of your illicit acts were like a siren's song that called to you from within the walls of his home.

After knocking a few times on the big door decorated with a plaque reading ‘Skywalkers’ the door creaks open and Anakin stands there in the threshold, his eyes locking onto yours. “There you are, I wasn’t sure you’d show,” he greeted, his voice a blend of charm and command. “Come in, come in.” He beckoned you inside.

You stepped into Anakin's home, you couldn't help but notice the opulence that surrounded you. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, the floors polished to a high shine. Your eyes roamed the room, taking in the grandeur of his sanctuary. A large stone fireplace dominated one wall, the flames crackling softly, casting a warm glow over the room. A plush sofa sat before the fire, inviting you to relax and surrender to the comfort it offered.

Anakin's voice was low and soothing as he guided you towards the plush sofa. “Please, sit down,” he urged, his eyes never leaving yours. “We have much to discuss, and I want you to feel comfortable.” As you settled onto the cushions, he took a seat beside you, his body radiating warmth. “I've taken the liberty of ensuring we are alone today. Padmé is not here to disturb us.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, the implication clear. You sat down on the sofa, the soft cushions enveloping you in comfort.

“Are you ready to learn?” Anakin's question hung in the air, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You hesitated for a moment, feeling a slight confusion creep in. The Bible? What happened to the real reason why you were here? You forced a smile onto your face, trying to hide your confusion. “Oh, yes,” you said, your voice steady. “I'd love to discuss the Bible with you.” Anakin's face lit up with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Excellent,” he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “Let's dive right in, then.”

Anakin opened his Bible, the leather-bound book creaking softly as he flipped through its pages. “Let us discuss the nature of our relationship with God,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “In the book of Matthew, Chapter 22, verse 37, Jesus says, ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”

He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “This is the greatest commandment, little dove. It is the foundation upon which all other relationships are built. But what does it truly mean to love God with all our heart, soul, and mind?”

“I don’t know,” you respond sheepishly, not really knowing how to answer such a tainted question.

He closed the Bible, his gaze never leaving yours. “It means to surrender ourselves fully to Him, to trust in His will, and to obey His commands. It means to love Him more than anything else in this world, including ourselves.”

Anakin's eyes never left yours as he asked, “How do you communicate with God, little mouse? How do you express your love and devotion to Him?”

You felt a flutter in your chest, unsure of how to respond. You had always believed that prayer was the way to communicate with God, but Anakin's question made you realize that there was more to it than just speaking words. You looked down at your hands, feeling a sense of inadequacy. “I'm not sure,” you admitted. “I've always thought that prayer was the way to communicate with God, but I've never really felt like He's listening.”

Anakin's expression softened, his voice taking on a gentle tone.

“Why don’t you show me how you pray?”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you obeyed, getting down on your knees before him. Your hands clasped together, your eyes closed in reverence. You began to speak, your voice a soft whisper as you poured out your heart to God. But as you prayed, you became aware of Anakin's gaze upon you. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin, his presence intense and overwhelming. Your words faltered, and you opened your eyes to find him watching you with an unreadable expression. He reached out, his hand gently brushing against your cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “So beautiful.”

Anakin's thumb ran along your bottom lip, you felt a jolt of arousal shoot through your body. His touch was possessive, claiming you as his own. And when he slipped his thumb into your mouth, you felt a surge of desire wash over you. The taste of him was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but suck gently on his thumb, eager to taste more. Anakin's eyes gleamed with desire as he watched you, his thumb moving in and out of your mouth with a slow, deliberate pace. You could feel his power and control, and it only added to the thrill of the moment.

“Such a good girl.” he coos sweetly, he removes his thumb from your mouth and begins to rake his hand through your soft hair. As you gazed up at Anakin, your eyes landed on the bulge in his pants. Your heart raced with excitement as you reached out, your hand wrapping around his erection through the fabric. You could feel the heat emanating from him, and your palm began to move in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Can I help you Father?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded slowly, his voice low and gravelly as he spoke. “Yes, please.”

You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as you unclasped the metal buckle and pulled it through the loops. The belt fell to the ground with a soft thud.

The moment he released his hard cock from the confines of his boxers, it sprang free, standing tall in front of you. Your eyes locked onto it, your mouth watering.

“Do you know what you’re doing angel?” he asks cautiously. His pupils were completely blown, making his eyes seem dark and intimidating.

“I know enough.” you give him a shy smile.

Anakin's fingers tightened in your hair, urging you forward. You leaned in, your lips brushing against the head of his cock, before you took him into your mouth. Anakin's breath hitched, his hand gripping your head as you began to suck on him, your tongue swirling around his shaft with a slow, unhurried pace.

“You're doing so well, sweetheart.” He purrs, his hand stroked your hair, a soft caress that sent shivers down your spine. “You're a natural at this. I knew I could trust you.” Anakin's hips began to buck, his thrusts both desperate and controlled. He groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair. He quickly reached his peak, his hot seed spilling into your mouth.

“Swallow every drop, show me how devoted you are.” You swallowed eagerly, pleased to have brought him such satisfaction. As he pulled out of your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps, you looked up at him, adoration shining in your eyes.

Anakin pulled you in for a deep, carnal kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he devoured you. The taste of him still lingered on your lips. Then he lifts you up, takes off your panties, and places you on his lap with your body curled up against his. He ran his fingers along your wet folds, his touch gentle yet electrifying. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

As you sat on Anakin's lap, you realized that this was the first time you had kissed him, your lips having only tasted him in another way. But in that moment, the line between the sacred and the profane blurred, the kiss a fusion of affection and the lingering taste of your sin.

The kiss broke and you looked deep into Anakin's eyes, your voice shaking slightly. “I need you Anakin.” you admitted boldly.

Anakin's beamed excitedly. “I want to see you do it this time, okay?” You hesitated, feeling a little shy, but Anakin's commanding gaze urged you on. “Don't be afraid, little lamb.” he reassured you, his voice a seductive growl. His words were a comfort, a balm for the guilt that nibbled at the edges of your conscience. You bit your lip, your confidence growing. You leaned forward, positioning yourself over his erection. Taking a deep breath, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, the sensation of his size and girth filling you. You gasped at the feeling of him inside you, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. He began to move in rhythm, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one driving deeper into you.

You looked into his eyes, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. “There you go, you got it.” Anakin says breathlessly.

You and Anakin found a steady rhythm, your movements synchronized. You rode him with a newfound confidence, your body moving in a way that seemed both foreign and exhilarating.

Anakin's hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, a silent claim of ownership. “That’s my girl, taking cock like she was made for it.” he encouraged, his voice a low, commanding growl. “My big, strong girl.”

Your moans grew louder, your body responding to his words. You could feel the tension building within you, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

“Anakin,” you gasped, your voice tinged with desperation. “I n-need,”

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with a predatory intent. “What do you need, angel?” he asked, his voice a wicked whisper.

“Make me cum, please.” you panted, your body trembling with need.

“I got you sweet girl, let me hear you.” he ordered, his voice a low, commanding growl. You felt your body surrendering to your orgasm, the waves of ecstasy washing over you. You cried out his name as you came, your body shaking in his arms.

As you clung to him, your body still trembling, Anakin followed closely behind, his own release spilling into you. He groaned your name, his body shuddering as he found his own climax.

You collapsed onto his chest, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, Anakin wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I didn’t break you did I?” Anakin asks playfully as he runs his hands up and down your back.

“No, I’m fine.” you chuckle. Anakin's hands gently urged you to sit up on the couch cushion next to him, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Stay here one second.” he instructed, his voice a soft rumble. You remained in the living room while Anakin made his way to the bathroom, his body taut and powerful as he moved. You watched as he returned, a washcloth in hand, the steam from the warm water still clinging to the fabric. He approached you, his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness.

“Lie back, angel,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble. “Let me take care of you.” Anakin knelt down in front of you, his hands gently wiping away the evidence of your sins. His movements were both tender and deliberate as he cleaned you up, his fingers tracing over your skin, lingering in places where he knew he could elicit a reaction. As he worked, his lips trailed kisses down your calf and along your inner thighs.

Once Anakin was satisfied that you were clean, he helped you put your panties back on, his hands lingering on your hips before withdrawing. “There, all clean now.” he murmured, his voice gentle as he smoothed down your skirt. He leans forward, his arms wrapping around you, his lips claiming yours in a tender kiss.

As you and Anakin shared a tender kiss, you heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. You both froze, your hearts racing as the door slowly creaked open. Anakin quickly released you, his face a mask of calm as he turned to face whoever had entered the room. Padmé walked in, her smile bright and welcoming. She was completely oblivious to what had just taken place in the living room.

“Padme, honey,” he greeted her, his voice smooth and untroubled. “Did you have a nice day?”

Padme’s gaze shifted to you, her smile growing even wider. “Lovely to see you again,” she said, her voice filled with genuine happiness. “I trust the lesson was enlightening?”

You smiled weakly, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to regain your composure. “Yes, Padme, it was.” you answered, relief washing over you as the normalcy of the situation returned.

After a brief conversation, you excused yourself, claiming that you needed to head home. Anakin walked you to the door, his hand brushing against yours as he opened it for you. “See you soon, little lamb.” he whispered in your ear, his voice thick with promise. You gave him a small smile, your mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired.

As you left the house, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The thrill of your transgression still coursed through your veins, mingling with the lingering guilt. But through it all, you couldn't deny the connection you had formed with Anakin. You walked home and the world around you seemed to blur, your thoughts filled with the forbidden pleasures you had just experienced. You knew that you had crossed a line, one that would have far-reaching consequences.

But for now, all that mattered was the promise of more sinful delights to come, the weight of your sins growing heavier with each passing moment. You had given yourself to Anakin, both body and soul, and there was no turning back now.

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‘Friendship’ Modern!Ani

Main Masterlist

word count: 1,980

pairing: Modern!Anakin Skywalker x reader

summary: ani and reader search through the attic on a rainy day

a/n: this is just a fun little oneshot i wrote to show off more of reader and modern!Ani’s dynamic 🙈

Boxes, lots of boxes. why were there so many boxes? how much of this stuff did your mother even need? you’d opened about 20 different ones and not one of them had what you were looking for.

you and Anakin have been digging around the attic for well over an hour now, the only thing you’ve successfully found was more dust.

honestly when you had insisted Anakin come over to spare you from a bored rainy day, and then proceeded to force him into helping you recover an old shoe box you knew for a fact your mother placed somewhere in this attic- you figured your efforts would have been successful by now.

a sharp gasp from Anakin draws your attention from the box you’re currently rummaging through.

“What did you find it?!” you ask whilst turning to face him, watching as he sticks his arm further into the box he was working through to grab something.

“I Knew it!” he declares, making you confused as you stand up in a failed attempt to get a better look at what he found.

he turns to you standing up now as well and holding up a small toy Truck. “you did steal him from me!” he says with furrowed brows.

you squint at the truck in his hand and notice the face on the front of the truck, buck teeth sticking out. “i knew i wasn’t crazy” he adds, turning the small toy so the face was looking at him.

“hey that was mine!” you argue walking over to him to take back the Toy, just as you’re about to grab it he moves his hand out of your reach.

“you didn’t own any Cars toys” he counters, tightening his grip on the little truck. which once used to be the size of his whole hand and now fit perfectly in his palm.

“you don’t even like Mator!” you defend, going on your tiptoes in order to reach his hand but he just raises his arm even higher.

“i never said that, and he’s mine. I've been looking for him for years!” he holds you back with his free arm then takes a few steps back.

“Well he was my favorite” you pout, taking a step back yourself so that he couldn’t hold you back anymore. then quickly ducking under his arm to get to the other side of him, not willing to give up on this.

“He’s my toy!” he says frustratedly dodging each of your attempts to grab it back.

“you’re Eighteen Anakin” you glare at him and he glares right back.

“so are you!” right as you where about to lunge towards him and snatch the toy back you both here footsteps coming up the ladder leading into the attic.

“what on earth are you two-“ your moms voice rings out as her head pops up from the hole in the floor, cutting her own sentence short as she sees you and Anakin.

Anakin was frozen in place with his hand in the air holding up the toy and you were awkwardly grabbing at his arm trying to manually pull it down.

“you know, i really thought you two would have outgrown this” she says with a unamused face, crossing her arms and looking at you both with a disapproving shake of her head.

“i’m just taking back what’s mine” Anakin defends himself, quickly taking the opportunity to slip the toy in the pocket of his jeans when he sees you lower your arms embarrassed to have been caught fighting over a toy truck like two children.

“what are you both even doing up here?” your mom asks curiously, not moving up the latter further instead turning on the step so she could get a better view of you both.

“looking for something- speaking of, do you remember me having a shoebox i painted pink? it had gold glitter all over the lid and a bunch of stickers on the sides.” you walk towards your mom as you ask, describing the little box you remembered so clearly in your mind.

“y/n, we’ve had all the stuff up here packed away for years…you really think i’m going to remember a shoebox?” you groan at her answer. beginning to think she may have just thrown it out.

“forget it we’ll just keep looking” you say turning to look through another box, tuning out the conversation now happening between Anakin and your mother as you focus.

“what’s so special about this box anyway?” Anakin asks, standing beside you with his arms crossed.

“i told you already there’s stuff i put in it that i want.” he rolls his eyes at your once again Vague answer to his questions.

“honestly how do you even know what you’re looking for is in the box?” he retorts, nudging you with his shoulder before walking to open another box as well.

“because i know it’s in there” you grumble and then hear him let out a sigh, completely over this whole mini adventure.

at first digging through old stuff in the attic did sound at least a little bit fun. all the cool little nick-nacks you guys could find.

then it got way less fun when he found out there was something specific you guys would be searching for, making it seem more like a chore.

the sour mood solidified with each screech you let out when you came across a spider or anything that vaguely resembled one. he probably killed more spiders for you in the last hour then he had the whole year.

“okay well maybe if you were less cryptic with what it is we’re actually looking for-“ you cut him off with a screech, causing him to whip his head towards you only relaxing when he saw the smile on your face which meant he didn’t have to deal with another spider.

“I found it!” you say excitedly as you pull the shoebox out, bouncing on your feet happily as you look up at him.

“oh thank god we can get out of this leaky, dusty attic” he says dramatically, mostly pulling your leg.

although he did get a bunch of water poured on his head earlier when the rain picked up and he happened to be under a hole in the roof neither of you noticed.

so it definitely wouldn’t be much of a stretch that he may actually really want to leave.

“alright now can i know what’s in the stupid box” Anakin asks as you both walk into your room.

you take a seat at your desk and then place the box down. “nope” you turn towards him in the chair and shoo him, he lets out a dramatic gasp.

putting up a hand to his chest to really sell the offended act. “i put in all that work and i don’t even get to see what it was for? that’s cruel”

you roll your eyes and start to push him away, he eventually gives in and walks over to your bed. huffing as he falls back onto it.

“i’ll show you in a minute just give me a sec” you mumble as you lift the lid off. and look in with a pleased smile.

there were unused stickers, some glitter that must of rubbed off from the lid, quite a few pieces of old candy. a Polaroid picture of you and Ani from when you were eight and both lost the same tooth, and lastly the very thing you were searching for.

Two beaded friendship bracelets.

one was blue and had white beads with black letters on it that spelt out Anakin. the other was orange, the same white beads with black letters on it only this time they spelt out your name.

“i wonder if the elastic is any good” you think out loud as you grab the orange bracelet, sliding it over your hand and admiring it as it sits on your wrist. a bright smile on your face as you stare at it.

you’d made them both, wanting to have matching bracelets with Anakin. only problem was you’d never ended up giving Anakin his, or wearing your own for that matter.

if you had given him it you knew for a fact he’d have worn it until it broke- most likely would have even asked you to make him another one to replace it.

well you knew that now, little you on the other hand had her doubts.

in your defense you had seen Padme hand out bracelets she made for everyone in the class the very same day you’d planned on giving Anakin the one you made and Anakin very clearly detested the idea of wearing one to her.

how were you supposed to know he would have worn the bracelet you made without a second thought if he’d known you’d made him one.

“okay close your eyes” you say excitedly, taking the bracelet you made for him all those years ago into your hand. standing up from the chair slowly, making sure the bracelet couldn’t be seen in your closed hand.

“what why?” you turn to face him with your brows furrowed, ready to argue with him on this but his eyes where already closed. you can’t help but smile at that.

“why ask if you’re gonna do it anyway?” you question him as you walk over, grabbing his arm that laid across his stomach. his eyes twitch slightly, wanting to open them and see what you were doing but he resists.

“because i know it annoys you” he teases, flashing you a shit eating grin. you roll your eyes, maneuvering his hand so you can slide the bracelet onto his wrist.

as soon as it’s on his eyes flutter open before you can even tell him to look.

you watch as his eyes soften slightly, then he sits up and turns his arm to get a better look. “when did you make this?” he says airily, brows furrowed in confusion. gently he traces over the letters of his name with his pointer finger, silently admiring it as if it was a piece of artwork.

“when we were like eight- it’s not important but i like randomly remembered i made them when i was scrolling on my phone earlier.” he snorts a laugh at your answer “you don’t have to wear it” you add before he can make a witty response.

“are you kidding me, i’m never taking this off” he says, pulling his hand away from you as if you were going to try and take it off of his wrist. you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“i’ll take that as you like it then?” you ask shyly, why you suddenly felt so awkward you weren’t sure- you’d never felt this way with Anakin.

“i love it, how come you never gave it to me when you originally made it?” you just shrug not wanting to give him the actual reason in fear it will make you feel even more awkward then you already do. thankfully for once in your lives Anakin doesn’t push.

simply smiling at you before looking back down at his wrist. you could tell he was being serious when he said he was never going to take it off…

“hey wait a minute- do you still have the Mator toy we found?” your brows furrow when you remember not having got it back from him.

his head snaps up and he gives you a smile right before standing up and dashing out of your room.

“Anakin give it back!” you shout before running after him.

“it’s mine!” he shouts back, throwing on his shoes in order to run out into the rain before you could catch him and then making a mad dash to his house as you struggle in the doorway of your house to put on your own pair of shoes.

some things would always be the same.

another one😎 as you can tell i love the childhood friends to lovers trope 💅✨ anyways i personally headcannon that Modern Anakin had a total obsession with the Cars movies when he was little which really started his love for cars in general. his future as a Car guy was inevitable at that point 🌝 hope you all enjoyed 💋💋

[yoitsjay]

Mom?

Pairings: platonic 501st x older! Reader

Summary: your the 501st's chief doctor, and mother figure.

Warnings: fluff fluff

Word count: 767

You were senior Chief medical practitioner, which meant you were in charge of all the battalions.

However you couldn't manage your life with such a huge responsibility, so you demoted yourself to chief medical practitioner, and started working for the 501st. Having clones so ready to help you with whatever you needed was nice, and eventually you had built up a separate squad, entirely based on medicine and war injuries.

You were so soft and caring towards the clones, acting like a mother to a lot of them, which they didn’t really have. You were a tad bit older than Obi-wan being thirty seven, but you were very athletic for your age and never slowed anyone down. Though you stuck to the backlines because you didn’t want to get hurt, and obviously the 501st didn’t want you hurt since you were the kindest and gentlest doctor they’ve had.

Tup called you mom once when you had bandaged up his bruised knuckles, he got them from punching a droid, obviously, and you scolded him as you wrapped his end. Though he was smiling and laughing you were dead serious. But the look on your face when he got up and said. “Thanks mom!” With no hesitation before leaving?

Yeah you kind of cried, a lot. Like so much that Rex heard you wailing from the mess hall so he came to check on you. When you told him Tup kind of called you mom he laughed a bit, and wiped your tears before helping you sit down.

After that you noticed a lot more clones slipping up and calling you mom or momma, every time you teared up a bit but carried on with your work. Anakin Skywalker had been in the mess hall when you had surprised a clone batch with a cake for their “Birthday” after praying to see what day they were created, and then celebrated that respective day.

None of the clones had ever experienced birthdays, but you wanted to inspire them, inspire them to fight harder, be more meticulous so that they could survive to the next birthday. A lot of them did, and throughout the long years of the clone wars, you helped many clones celebrate their “creation day”.

Anakin was grateful for all you were doing, despite it being somewhat questionable to the kaminoans and the republic. You didn’t really give a rats ass to what they thought though. You had your boys, and that was enough.

You never got married, or had kids, nor did you want to, because of a lot of these men. You had even taken Anakin under your wing, you understood that he had lost his mother, yet despite that you made sure he was loved and cared for just as much as he would have been with his mother. He was grateful for you too. The mom of the 501st.

So when your fortieth birthday came around, and you were feeling old and slow, Fives, Echo, Rex, Jesse and Kix all took you out to 79’s, and then to a shooting range where they taught you some things. Then they had taken you out for a really nice dinner downtown, courtesy of Anakin and his credits.

By the end of the night you were crying into their group hug, kissing every one of their cheeks before you pulled away.

“Oh my beautiful boys. Thank you.” You spoke up softly, seeing them all grinning down at you. “Anytime momma.” Fives beamed, laughing as you pinched his cheek. They brought you back to your apartment on Coruscant, which was a beautiful penthouse you got to live in for free, and they all said good night to you.

Somehow, you found Anakin in your apartment with a bottle of your favorite wine, and some desert, which also happened to be your favorite and native to your home planet. “Anakin! you didn’t need to do anything like this!” You exclaimed, walking to him as he embraced you tightly.

“I wanted to, you’ve cared for me, for everyone in the 501st, so much. You’ve become our- well- our mom.” He said honestly, albeit a little bashful. You smiled at him, cupping his cheek gently. “Oh Anakin, your mother would be so proud of you, I hope you know that.” You whispered, and he nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before he pulled away and poured the wine, and then cut up the desert.

It was the best birthday you’ve ever had. and who knows, maybe you just prevented Anakin becoming darth vader, maybe you’ve saved billions of lives.

Maybe.

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[isaut]

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓— f!reader x captain rex. 1.2k. ao3

sunsets on naboo are pretty, aren't they? it's a shame you have to share it so close yet so far apart. previous. masterlist.

The sunset is nice here. Orange hues that sprawl over the waterfront. The water sparkles, lapping delicately at pebbles, of both stone and seaglass, on the shore. There are birds chirping in the trees, excited for their mothers to return home. The woodland is thick with brush. 

Rex kicks a pebble away with his foot. It clatters as it rolls towards the shore. Looking over his shoulder, Rex is met with a disgustingly sweet vision. General Skywalker– Anakin– has his hands on Senator Amidala’s– Padme’s– waist. Together, they skip rocks over the water, Anakin’s hand guiding hers. The stones skip farther than they should. 

Rex turns back around. He kicks another pebble. 

Some highly dangerous mission he was on. He supposes it is highly classified.

Music from across the bay filters over, faintly. It’s got the same, warm, human tinge the music from the bar had. The same tinge the music off your stereo has. Naboo is gorgeous– from the flora and fauna to the human essence that flows through every aspect of the planet. To the gentle sounds of keys in locks, to the soft translucent of window drapes, to the bitterness of coffee, to the sweetness of lipgloss, to–

Rex doesn’t let himself go there. Not now, at least. Instead, he holds his helmet at his stomach, rubbing his gloved hand over the vision. With the reflection of the sun, he can see himself looking back at him. 

It's the same face he sees everyday. Every moment. 

Rustling coming from the trees catches Rex’s attention. He puts his helmet on, to get a better view. Immediately, the digital mechanics zero in on the approaching figure, heat signatures picking up. 

Rex heads towards the signature. It’s humanoid, not walking on four legs like the various, herbivore fauna that wander these parts. 

Placing his hand on the side of his helmet, he changes the vision mode. Through the green-hued screen, the heat signature rounds the incline. 

If he could, Rex would rub his own eyes with disbelief. You appear to be in work clothes– trousers and a nice tank top with a blazer hooked over your purse. You have two brown paper bags in your hand, one of which has a wine bottle sticking out of it. 

It’s been a bad day. Upon arriving at work today, you had discovered that a whole collection of paintings had been heisted away under the guise of night. The security footage had been wiped, and the security guards had been knocked out. It’s been such a bad day, that you want the company of solitude instead of your friends. Your coworkers were going out for a drink, but you wanted to come to the riverside. Wanted a little bit of nature to comfort you. 

Rounding the corner, you can’t help the exasperated sigh that leaves your lips. Standing in the way between you and your comfort for the evening is a clone trooper. Your throat contracts uncomfortably, stress from the day building up tears. 

Perhaps your view on clone troopers has changed, a little more sympathy since your recent romps. Conversations. They’re more martyrs than human, more sympathetic figurines marched to their death, not by their own choice but by their design. 

But sympathy is nowhere to be found at the moment. The trooper before you is littered in tally marks that you can only begin to fathom what they stand for. Battles won, battles lost, who knows. Frustration bubbles in your throat. The sun is setting– you’ve been working for over twelve hours, and all you want to see is the sun set, eat your to-go pasta and drink the wine straight from the bottle. 

You stop in your tracks. What is a trooper doing here, your neck of the woods? There hasn’t been any reason for there to be military engagement here, not since the Separatists were here years ago. 

When you don’t move, Rex slowly approaches you. He remembers distinctly how you’d described yourself as a pacifist the first time you had met. When you had rested your knees against his thighs and your hair had spilled down your back, leaving your neck and collarbones exposed. 

He watches, with a little bit of horror, as your eyes flit down to the blasters at his side and then your grip on your brown paper bag tightens. He doesn’t even need them, not for this mission. 

The mission. Rex shifts a bit to block your view of the water. He can’t find his voice for a moment. 

It’s weird. You don’t recognize him. Rex doesn’t want to admit to who he is. 

“Hey, uh, you have to turn around,” Rex says. 

Guilt claws at Rex’s throat while he watches your face scrunch up momentarily in dissatisfaction. You adjust your hand placement on the strap of your work back, shifting the leather up further on your shoulder. It’s left behind a little red mark on the open space. 

“Why?” You ask. 

“We’re, uh, there’s classified stuff happening.” It’s not a lie, but it's who he’s telling the lie to that makes Rex freeze up. 

“Here? Of all places?” 

“Uh, I mean, yeah. It’s just, it’s–”

You cut him off with an aggravated huff. 

“This is so fucking stupid,” you mumble under your breath. By the time you got home the sun would have missed its peak stunning expression. You don’t know if you’re cursing your state of mind or if you’re cursing the situation. Perhaps both. 

You raise your hand, the one with the paper bag in it, and press up against your waterline. Flakes of mascara come with your finger when you pull it away. 

“I’m sorry,” Rex says. Are you crying? “It’s a last minute thing.” 

You sniffle. Fuck. How embarrassing. “It’s fine.” It’s not.

There are only more apologies on his tongue. He doesn’t think you want to hear them. 

With one last gaze out towards the sliver of sky you can see through the treeline, you resign yourself to the final nail of your horrible day. With a thick swallow, you nod a few times. 

“Okay, I’m heading out,” you say with a sigh. “Next time, you should post a sign.” 

“It was really last minute, but we’ll, uh, we’ll be sure to do that next time.” He hesitates. Is it bad that he wants to keep you company, even through his disguise? “Uh, let me walk you out.” 

Rolling your shoulders back, you shake your head. “I’m capable on my own.” 

“Are you sure? The sun is setting, it’s getting dark–”

“I’m fine,” you say, a little sharper than you mean to. Rex pretends like it doesn’t hurt. 

“I’m sorry,” Rex says again. 

“Don’t apologize so much. It makes me think you actually feel bad.” 

He does. He feels awful. Of course you would love it here, of course you would want to be by the river, of course, of course, of course. 

You turn and leave, shoulders sagging a bit in defeat. You should have gone out with your coworkers. But you don’t want to talk about work, you just want to stew on it. Just want to sit in silence, feel the wind on your face. 

Rex watches as you go. His throat feels weird, all thick and heavy. He changes his vision, to watch your heat signature slip away into the distance. Back to the warmth and comfort of your home. 

He looks back towards the two heat signatures he’s standing on lookout for. They’re so conjoined, the warm, burnt reds colliding with each other, fading out to a blue that almost appears like an aura. 

Rex swallows. He’s not sure what he’s swallowing. 

He kicks another pebble. 

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 22)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 21

Warnings: more waiting but also feelings and a lil bit o action (a hurricane if anyone has recently gone thru that 😢)

Summary: Your attempt to follow Anakin after the bounty hunters leads you to a place you didn't want to go; you and Anakin decide to go rogue to attempt to rescue his mother

Word Count: 2.8k

As you pulled yourself into the pilot's seat and jammed your hand against the button to close the cockpit, you urged your body to move faster, even though it felt paralyzed by fear. What was wrong with you? You'd chased bounty hunters countless times. The adrenaline and panic coursing through you now felt new, and it terrified you, but all you could do was push it aside and try to control your shaking hands as you pulled the ship above the trees. As you flew after the enemy's ship—the ship Anakin was still clinging to—you looked down and saw Theo running out onto the house's deck, his petrified face becoming smaller and smaller in your view as you zoomed forward. You could still see the bounty hunter's ship, but it was far in front of you, and you couldn't tell exactly what was happening with just your eyes.

       "Ani? Anakin, do you copy?" you yelled frantically into the comm channel.

       "A little busy!" you heard him grunt back, amidst the humming of a lightsaber and the sound of an engine.

       "I'm on your tail," you told him, trying to calm your heart that felt like it was beating out of your chest. What was happening to you? A major tenet of the Jedi religion was the ability to remain calm while in the face of danger. You'd never struggled with this before—you'd always been able to snap into focus when duty called. Why was your blood pumping like this? Why couldn't you stop the tendrils of fear from wrapping around your heart, strangling you from within? You breathed, following the ship above the vast ocean. You were so focused on the ship in front of you, you almost didn't notice the sky beginning to darken.

       "Anakin, the storm!" you yelled into the comm, but it was too late. You'd flown away from the sunny seashore, away from the island, toward the storming you'd only been able to see from space, one of the hurricanes in the middle of the ocean. You watched the enemy ship, with the lightsaber-bearing figure huddled on top of it, plunge into the dark clouds.

       "ANI!" you screamed, but you got no response. You urged your shaking hands to fly steady, taking a deep breath. "I am one with the Force," you told yourself, gripping the flight controls tightly. "The Force is with me."

       You lurched the ship right into the storm. Immediately, you lost control—the flight controls moved this way and that, and you tried in vain to pull them in the right direction, in any direction. You felt the ship tip to the side, at the mercy of the winds and the rain. You couldn't see anything—everything was dark, but for a moment when, far ahead of you, you saw a dramatic strike of lightning illuminate the cloud.

       "Anakin," you nervously asked the comm, but you knew it was no use. There was no way the frequency of the signal would be able to travel through this. You blinked back tears, thinking quickly as the ship rocked back and forth. You closed your eyes.

       Putting your hands on the ship's control panel, you breathed deeply. You felt the mechanism beneath you, felt outward, feeling the wind, the storm, the atmosphere. You took a moment, letting the forces of the earth acknowledge you, your ship, your passing. Slowly, carefully, you listened with the Force until you felt the edges of the storm, understood its every current, its every moving part.

       "Help me find him," you asked the ship, taking the controls with your hands, your eyes still closed. You anticipated every gust of wind before it occurred. You felt through the cloud, using your instincts, slowly riding the storm until you found what you were looking for. Your eyes shot open.

       The enemies' ship was there, beneath you, but it was falling—plunging toward the tossing sea. You guided your ship downward, toward the ship falling in a spiral. You didn't see Anakin anywhere—you could barely see anything.

       "Please," you begged—what you were asking for, and whom you were asking, you didn't know. You flew downward, engaging the tractor magnet on the bottom of your ship. Just a little closer, you urged, biting your lip in concentration, willing the enemy ship closer to yours through the Force. Finally, you heard the clank. The ship was attached.

       "Y/N!" you heard through the comms, a crackling sound drowning out whatever else was said. Relief flooded through your body.

       "Ani," you breathed, allowing the ship to guide you upward.

       "Y/N, listen to—" you heard, the crackling increasing, causing Anakin's voice to come in and out of the ship's comm. "Fly out of—" he continued, "—in the storm."

       "Don't worry, Ani," you answered calmly, "I've got this." You breathed in the Force, following the wind currents.

       "Y/N, no—" Anakin shouted, but whatever he said next was cut by the crackling. You felt the disturbance, but it was too late. Something hit the side of the ship, hard, something that caused the glass around the cockpit to crack, though the glass held, for now. As you spun out of control, the enemy's ship attached to yours, a strike of lightning illuminated the scene, and you saw it—a tentacle, larger than the storm itself, sliding back down toward the water below.

       "What is that?!" you screeched, pulling on the ship's controls.

       "Giant—" crackled through the comm, but you didn't need to know the thing's name. You pulled up as hard as you could, urging the ship away from the grasp of the beast, but it was no use. Another tentacle slammed into you, wrapping around the ship, pulling you down, down towards the head.

       "Y/N!" you heard through the comm, but the voice sounded farther away. You breathed. You felt something—a presence. It was angry.

       "It...it's creating the storm," you said, disbelieving, feeling the giant monster thrashing around you, its anger hitting the surface of the water, like giant hands splashing. You heard Anakin's voice, but didn't register what he'd said. You were falling deeper into the presence of the beast, and you felt your consciousness acknowledged.

       The way you communicated with the creature was not with words. It was a fascinating experience. You forgot, for a moment, where you were, forgot that you and Anakin were in danger. The creature's mind was unlike that of any animal or alien you'd ever encountered. The creature didn't only keep its brain in its head—you felt the mind and emotions in every tentacle, including the one wrapped around your ship. It was with this mind that you pleaded. You felt that the creature was angry, but also that it didn't have a reason—rather, this anger felt like it was a natural process, a seasonal cycle. As you waded deeper into the creature's emotions, you felt primarily that the tentacled beast was curious about you. It was unfamiliar with your kind, you found—it had never encountered another being like you, in the Force. It was clear that this beast, whatever it was, was strong in the Force. You asked it, respectfully, in its language. Please. You pleaded with it to conclude its thrashing, to stop making its storm, only for a moment. You found the being confused by this request. It didn't seem to understand that you were in danger, in its throes.

       "Y/N!" you heard through the comm. "Y/N, please, please, are you okay? Are you there?" The urgency in Anakin's voice pulled you back to the present, and it gave you a burst of feeling deep in your gut. It was this feeling, you suddenly knew, that communicated your reasoning to the creature that held you in its grasp. The creature knew the feeling coursing through you now. You felt the ship suddenly freed from its tentacle prison. Your eyes burst open.

       "I'm here," you told Anakin through the comm, as you saw the tentacles lowering into the sea and the dark electric cloud around you starting to disperse. "Everything's all right."

       "What's happening to the storm?" Anakin asked, the comm channel clearing with the cloud.

       "It would take too long to explain," you smiled, pulling the ship forward and back toward the island.

You pulled yourself up out of the cockpit, looking around at the forest clearing where you'd awkwardly landed, detaching the other ship just in time for Anakin to crash it into the forest nearby. Climbing down your ship's ladder, you saw that the bounty hunters' ship was severely damaged. Anakin was pulling himself out of the rear escape hatch, looking, to your relief, unhurt. You felt a surge of a feeling you couldn't define as you hurried toward him.

       "What did you—" Anakin started, but you cut him off, throwing yourself into his arms. Only now did you realize you had been shaking. Holding his solid figure to yours, you were finally able to breathe deeply. Your body stopped quivering. You inhaled the scent of his Jedi robes. Anakin, after a pause, hugged you back, holding you close and putting his hand on the back of your head.

       Blushing, you pulled away from him. "What was that about?" Anakin asked, chuckling, and you saw a bit of pink in his cheeks. You shrugged.

       "I'm just...glad you're okay, is all," you said, taking a step backward. "Where are the bounty hunters?" Anakin gestured toward the enemy ship.

       "I didn't have any restraining cuffs, so I had to improvise," Anakin laughed. You took a step toward the ship, peaking in to see the two unconscious forms of the bounty hunters, tied together with wire from the ship's navigational computer.

       "Oh, 'zank 'ze gods!" you heard from behind you, and you turned, seeing Theo running upward from the direction of the house. "'Ze danger 'as passed?" You nodded, giving Theo a bracing pat on the shoulder.

       "We should contact the council," you said, a lump forming in your throat. "We have their prisoners. That's a completed mission."

       "Completed?" Theo asked, his face falling.

       "Of course," Anakin responded, looking at you gruffly, before turning and putting his hand on Theo's shoulder.

       After a conversation with the holograms of Master Yoda and Master Windu, you both set about repairing your own ship. The captives, who were now awake, sat nearby, restraining cuffs around their hands and around their mouths. A Republic prison transport was en route to pick them up and take them back to Coruscant. Though they couldn't speak or sign, they both looked at you and Anakin with the death stares you'd come to associate with enemies defeated.

       "You can start it up, flea," Anakin told you, and you moved around him carefully, climbing up into the cockpit to try the engine. As you did, you felt the woman with violet eyes watching you. Her thoughts turned to Anakin, and then to you. It was clear she intuited the bond between the two of you, and her fury seared through you in the Force. In her mind, she pictured what you interpreted to be a very clear threat—you, dead at her hand, and Anakin, made to watch. Your stomach turned. You did not want this mysterious enemy to know too much about your Force gifts, so you did not turn, did not let on that you read the threat in her mind. Still, your stomach flipped. It felt like she knew.

After the necessary repairs had been made, you asked Theo to watch over the captives for a moment, only so you could gather your supplies from the house.

       "Are you thinking about what Master Windu said?" Anakin asked you quietly as you made your way through the jungle toward the house for the last time.

       "I don't understand why Master Obi Wan and Master Yuma would have gone silent." These thoughts plagued you as you stepped through the doors, heading toward the stairs so you could enter the senator's suite to pack your things. Shouldn't they have arrested that bounty hunter they'd found on Kamino, by now? Why hadn't they returned?

       "I'm sure everything is fine," Anakin said, though he didn't feel sure in his Force presence. He followed you into the suite, seeing as he was a Jedi, and everything he owned was on his person.

       "I hope you're right," you replied, sighing. You packed the senator's clothes quietly. You might miss wearing these gowns, you thought. You might miss pretending you were someone else. Your breath caught in your throat.

       "What is it?" Anakin asked, stepping forward to put his hand on your shoulder. You felt an uncertainty entering his Force presence, and he dropped his hand, taking a step back, torn between how he felt and his desire to respect your wishes.  

       "I just realized that we're leaving here," you said, trying not to let your feelings enter your voice. "That we're never coming back."

       "We don't know that for sure," Anakin replied. "We don't know that we'll never return." You shook your head. Anakin's thoughts swirled around, jumping from pining to grief. You had almost forgotten the conversation you had been having before the bounty hunters showed up.

       "You know," you told Anakin, closing the suitcase and turning to face him. "We're here, in the Outer Rim. There's no reason we can't make a quick...stop, before we return to the Temple."

       "Are you serious?" Anakin asked, looking you over as if looking for signs of insincerity.

       "Absolutely," you told him, looking him dead in the eye. "Tatooine is only a parsec away. And she might need us." At these words, Anakin's eyes filled with tears. You couldn't stop yourself. You once again wrapped your arms around him, putting your hands on the back of his neck. "We'll find her, and make sure she's okay," you whispered to Anakin, reassuring him about his dream, and also reassuring yourself. Your words emerged so close to Anakin's ear, you felt goosebumps pop up on his neck.

       "We are sorry to interrupt," you heard a quiet voice say from the doorway, and you broke apart from Anakin, feeling awkward. Elodie entered the room, along with Océane. "We wanted to say goodbye," Elodie said slowly. At this, Océane burst into tears.

       "Oh," you said, turning to them, tears filling your eyes. The three of you hugged, crying, blubbering words of affection. Anakin stood behind you clumsily, until a crying Océane pulled him into the hug.

       "I will never forget you," you told the girls as they led you downstairs. You turned and took one last look at the house. "I will never forget this place."

       The girls followed you up to your ship, up to where Theo was overseeing the captives being led onto the Republic prison transport. After assuring you that the captives would remain secure until they reached the capital, you and Anakin waved to the pilots and the guards as the transport took off.

       "If you ever need anyzing," Theo said, taking you into his arms, "anyzing at all, you are welcome 'ere always." Theo shook Anakin's hand.

       "We are your family," Elodie said through her tears, "and if you need us, we will be 'ere." These words brought tears to your eyes all over again. You wished, so dearly, that you could say the same, but you couldn't return this sentiment. You couldn't tell these wonderful people that you would be there for them—the Jedi lifestyle didn't allow for such promises.

       "Take care of each other," you told them through your tears. Anakin patted you awkwardly as you wiped your eyes.

       "Goodbye, dear ones," Theo called as you climbed into the gunner seat, opposite Anakin's pilot seat. You waved as the cockpit closed, and kept waving as the ship took off, watching Theo, Océane and Elodie becoming dots below you as the ship rose into the atmosphere. You leaned to the side, trying to take in your last glimpses of Levangé as the ship pulled higher. You looked at the beautiful islands, the blue sea, and the dark storm clouds that dotted the horizon. You weren't sure, but you thought you could see the form of a tentacle moving in one of the hurricanes. You hadn't told a lie. You would never forget this place.

       As the ship pulled out of the atmosphere and you saw space in front of you, you felt Anakin pause in the pilot's seat.

       "Are you sure about this?" Anakin asked. "We could get into a lot of trouble."

       "Yes, I'm sure," you told him. A burst of feeling entered your presence, and you allowed it to fill the cockpit without withdrawing it. You wished you could give him more than this—wished you could take away his every bad feeling. If anything, you could give him peace. You could help him find his mother. "To Tatooine."

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attack of the clones is UNFOLDING, y'all. i promise we are almost done with pining. we really are! but this is the story and this is how it happens and the waiting is the fun of it. gotta make the reader pine a bit too 😈

NEW CHAPTER OUT NOW

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi, there could you do Padawan Anakin where Male Reader is like a father figure to Anakin and without Anakin knowing reader went to Tatooine and saved his mother from slavery.

Bonuses; Reader and Anakin's Mother fall in love and Reader legally adopts Anakin giving him a stable loving family.

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x Father figure male reader

Headcanon

Sorry, this took so long to write anon, hope you enjoy :)

This is platonic obviously. I imagined the reader as a non-human species of some sort, and I ended up giving him feline like features. I was thinking panther or tiger when I wrote this, but its up to yall what you imagine.

The jedi council when a senator from a powerful planet adopts their chosen one from right under their noses: 😲

-          You were no jedi, never had been and never would be. You didn’t even truly believe in that whole force thing most of your life, until you actually met Jedi when you became a senator for your family. Here you learned you were immune to force tricks and mind manipulation.

-          You were the child of the royal family on your planet and some neighboring planets, and was the 7th born out of your siblings 9 siblings, meaning you had very little chance of becoming the heir to the throne.

-          But because of your extreme knowledge in anything from politics to warfare and iron spine, and apparent immunity to being force compelled and mind controlled, your family and the royal council decided to make you the senator for your planet.

-          Now you weren’t happy about it in the beginning, and the other senators all seemed insulted at someone so young being placed in their midst, you only being in your mid 20s when you were titled senator.

-          As time progressed though, you started to like your job more and more, mainly because you loved to rip apart whatever stupid and mindless laws and ideas the other senators had. Some people even started calling you the bloodthirsty senator, because nothing that was cruel or unfair ever passed through your claws without being picked apart brutally.

 -          It had been another day of ripping apart the old senator’s ideas, this one being so out of this world you couldn’t even imagine how it passed proof reading. It was pretty much just veiled slavery, so you were quick to sink your claws in and giving them all a verbal lashing.

-          Your tail was curling behind you in a pleased manner, internally taking joy at the sour expressions of the old pricks who had wanted to pass this law. You were also interested in the new senator from Naboo, a young woman named Padme Amidala.

-          You could tell when you met, she was royalty, since she carried herself the same way you did once, though you had relaxed over the years and grown less tense and collected.

-          When you turned the corner, you came to a stop at seeing a young child seemingly waiting, leaning up against the wall and attempting to look comfortable and sure of himself, but you could tell he was anxious and uncomfortable. Your whiskers twitched as you approached.

-          You crouched down in front of the child and asked if he was alright, and what brought him to the senators building. It was only then he seemed to realize you were there, and he jolted and fumbled with his hands, making some comment about it being jedi business.

-          Now that you really looked at him, you could see the clothes he was wearing and assume he was a padawan, but you had never seen one this young before brought to political buildings.

 -          When you asked where his master was, you learned he was apparently off somewhere having meetings and negotiations with some other senators.

-          Your tail gave an annoyed lash from side to the side at the knowledge that this child had just been left alone, so you stood up and offered him your hand, asking if he would like to something to drink or eat until his master returned.

-          The child, who was named Anakin you learned after introducing yourself, jumped up and took your hand, smiling so brightly you swore you could feel your heart melt.

-          If you were anyone else and didn’t want to keep the peace with the jedi, you would snatch this little one up and bring him home to your home planet, where you knew he would be pampered left and right by your parents and siblings.

-          The two of you were soon found in your office, the door open, enjoying some snacks and drinks from your home planet. You quickly learned he didn’t seem to enjoy tea, so you gave him something else.

-          You sent a message off to his master where he was, and the two of you fell into talks. You learned he was from Tatooine, about his life up until now, and you learned about his mother. In exchange you told him about your own life, and he seemed to find the concept of having 8 siblings fun, “since you would always have something to play with” in his words.

 -          When Anakin’s master came to pick him up, you learned his name was Obi Wan Kenobi, and your judgement of him lessened when you noticed how young he himself was.

-          You would have to pull some of the master jedi aside and give them a good shake at the knowledge they let such young ones become masters and take on Padawans.

-          When Obi Wan tried to apologize for Anakin bothering you, you gave a small laugh and waved them off, telling them Anakin would always be welcome, Obi Wan as well if he wanted a break.

-          And so, it continued, Anakin would join you whenever Obi Wan had stuff to do with the senate or near the senate building, and you enjoyed spending time with the padawan. Because of you bonding with him, Anakin doesn’t go to Palpatine for support, but to you.

-          Because of your healthy guidance, Anakin doesn’t struggle as much with his rage, and he tells you about his issues with the jedi and not fitting in. As your bond grows stronger it’s not unusual for the two of you to hug, and for you to purr at him to help calm him when he is struggling.

 -          Without either of you noticing, you seem to take a fatherly role to Anakin. He comes to you for comfort and acknowledgment, and you happily give it to him. When you family learn of him, your older siblings and parents are already trying to find ways to swoop in and adopt Anakin from the jedi.

-          They had all given up on you having children since you showed no interest in anybody, so when you became a father figure for Anakin they pounced on the opportunity. They are able to get his birthday out of you and send him lots presents. He keeps them at your apartment or office though, since Jedi arent supposed to own so many things.

-          What Anakin didn’t know is that you had planned on ways to get his mother free from slavery for a long time, and now with your families help you are able to do it. One of your siblings takes your spot in the senate for a while so you can travel to the outer rim and free her.

-          You couldn’t just free Shmi though, so you end up freeing all the slaves on Tatooine and chasing the hutts off the planet.

-          You get hurt during this venture, and as Shmi patches you up you can’t stop your tail from wrapping around her waist and the tiny purr that you let out as she makes your heart beat in ways it never has before.

 -          You bring her back to your home planet where your family has set her up with an amazing house, not too over the top though since you had given them strict orders on how it would make Shmi uncomfortable.

-          You stay on your break from the senate for a while to help Shmi get used to your planet and its culture, and her being free from slavery. During this period the two of you start to fall in love, and she seems to find how you can’t control your tails endearing.

-          She always laughs when it wraps around her out of your control, or how you purr whenever she stands near you, or you hold her.

-          When Shmi is settled in you both agree its time to contact Anakin, as she didn’t want her son to see her when she was struggling and hurting. You are able to pull some strings and use some secret blackmail you have gathered over the years to allow Anakin to come to the planet on his own outside of Jedi business.

 -          When Anakin arrives, he is immediately pounced on by your family before you or Shmi can even approach him. Your parents are especially happy to see him and hug him and ruffle his hair, much to Anakin’s confusion.

-          When Anakin finally wrestles himself free from your large family, he looks around for you and smiles when he does, but freezes when he sees his mom. He looks lost for a second before Shmi smiles and opens her arms at him.

-          Anakin immediately sprints over to tears in his eyes and hugs his mom, starting to cry as she holds him. Shmi pulls you into the hug and Anakin just melts into your embraces, muttering about how much he’s missed his mom and you.

-          After some crying the three of you return to Shmis home, which you pretty much have moved into at this point, and much time is spent just catching up. When it comes out and you and Shmi are romantically involved Anakin needs a few moments to comprehend what you just said.

 -          When it clicks, he gets extremely happy because his two parents are together, and hes so proud when he returns to the Jedi, he doesn’t even care that Jedi aren’t supposed to be close with their parents.

-          He uses you being his dad to be able to visit a lot more, and because you are a senator, Shmi is brought with you to the planet which means Anakin can visit her too. This is super helpful for Anakin and his struggles because he now has a super solid support system, in Shmi, you and your large family.

-          If Shmi ever gets pregnant Anakin will be the best older brother in existence, and if the jedi give him the ultimatum to leave the jedi or stay but cut most contact with his family, he would leave without question.

-          During all this time Palpatine is figured out, and a new chancellor is chosen, maybe its you if you are up to the challenge.

-          If Anakin stays in the jedi if they don’t give him the ultimatum your family is his biggest supporter, and even if he leaves you all stand behind him in whatever he wants to do.

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(part 1) i am loving these anakin x mother figure concepts 😄 could i also request one haha, after order 66 reader survives and becomes a grey jedi. while on a mission, she runs into darth vader. they fight for a little bit, but soon stop after they recognize each other through the force. surprisingly, vader isn’t hostile towards her while they talk, but he’s not calm either. reader refuses to keep calling him vader. after their convo reader slowly approaches him and

Something You're Not

Pairing: Darth Vader x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: Darth Vader, female!reader, mother figure!reader, crying, mentions to feeling like a failure, fighting, mentions to Order 66

Word Count: 1,352

A/N: Hello lovely! Wow I loved writing this request! First Darth Vader request, woo! It was so fun to write because the entire time I felt I could see this all playing out! Thank you for the request and support! I appreciate it so much! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated, I really hope that you all enjoy this one!!

Summary: You finally reach the force signature that had been reaching out with you for weeks, only to realize it's none other than Darth Vader, the boy you once raised.

PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR

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"Rex, take care of Ahsoka for me... I know how badly she wants to be on this mission. I can't risk it," you mumbled through the holo-comm as you carefully landed your ship.

"You know I always will. She's busy with Ezra right now anyways, so hopefully, he'll keep her mind occupied. Just be safe. If this is Maul, we need to know why he's been reaching out to you," Rex replied, his voice sounding tired.

You sighed, clicking everything off before standing, "Don't worry, Rex. It'll work out. I'll be home within a rotation."

"You better be," Rex joked lightly, "Be safe (y/n). May the force be with you."

"And with you."

Clicking off the holo-comm and leaving it on the ship, you quickly set off outside. Pulling up the hood on your grey cloak, you looked around cautiously, taking in your surroundings and using the force to reach out.

You could feel the dark side of the force more prominently now that you were here. It was almost strong enough to make out a force signature, but not completely. Despite the fact you still seemed far away from the dark force energy, it felt incredibly familiar, and that was what lead you to believe it was Maul. After all, he was the only Sith whose force signature you were familiar with.

It didn't take long for you to find the correct path leading to the Sith. Following the dark force signature proved to be an easy task for you. You trekked through the forest for what felt like hours. You carefully avoided all unknown plants and made sure to keep your presence as obscure as possible. You were using the force to the best advantage you could, mapping out your path while still trying to identify the oddly familiar Sith signature.

Finally breaking out into a clearing, you held your breath at the sight of Darth Vader's back. His cloak swooshed in the light breeze as you watched him, quickly thinking over everything you'd ever heard about him. You felt like you were in a holo-film, at the big climax moment when you face off the main villain. Fog would be piling in, surrounding you and Darth Vader as you prepare to fight.

Undoubtedly he knew you were there, and despite the fact, the two of you had never encountered each other before, your force signatures were incredibly familiar. Dancing around each other like fawns, trying to figure out why the unknown was so incredibly welcoming, like coming back to an old friend.

"I did not know you'd survived Order 66," Vader's ominous voice broke through the silence, venom, and hatred surrounding each word.

Slowly you stepped out from the faint protection of the trees, "It wasn't of my knowledge that you even knew me."

"I don't," Vader replied curtly, allowing a pause as your signatures moved around one another, "You're a Jedi unaccounted for."

"I prefer it that way," You snarled.

Dashing forward at the same moment Vader's force signature delivered a harsh prod to your own, you unsheathed your lightsaber. Leaping into the air and slashing down on Vader's back, you made contact with his lightsaber, sparks of grey and red dancing in the calm aura of the planet. He was quick to spin and send a counter swing at you, but you blocked it quickly. You locked sabers and spun him around, doing your best to throw him off.

Despite the situation of your fighting, you found each other still dancing within the force, trying to identify each other's signature. Your fighting was incredibly familiar to him, and his defense was familiar to you. Akin to a thunderstorm, you both fought quickly and powerfully. Neither obtaining the upper hand, you matched perfectly clash after clash, block after block.

Your fierce fighting was like a tornado destroying a small town. The planet around you was calm and peaceful, undisturbed by the fight for life you'd engaged yourself in. It certainly wasn't Maul who'd been trying to connect with you over the past weeks, and you found yourself wishing that it had been the Dathomirian instead. You'd overcome enough and lost too much to not give up now.

Finally flipping away, your hood fell as your force signatures connected, a gasp tumbling from your lips, "Anakin?"

"Master (y/l/n)," Vader responded softly.

A silence fell as you stared at one another. Of course, he was familiar. You trained Anakin, helped Obi-Wan raise him. You'd been Anakin's mom ever since he'd joined the Jedi, and he, your son. You'd assumed he'd died in Order 66, as Obi-Wan refused to talk to you. But now, staring across at Anakin in Vader's armor, you felt more like a failure than you'd ever had.

"You traded the purple for grey," Vader noted, causing you to look down at your blade.

Looking up at Anakin, you fought to keep your voice strong, "You traded blue for red, Ani."

"Anakin's dead," He snarled, turning off his lightsaber.

You mocked his actions, tilting your head slightly, "If Vader was here, he would've killed me already, Anakin."

"I am Vader! My name is Vader," The man huffed, "I killed Anakin myself!"

You shook your head, "I will not call you something you're not, Anakin. I trained you to be honest... true to yourself and your emotions. I will do the same now."

Vader seemed to falter, his hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched. The soft whir of machinery filled the air as you stared at the man in front of you. You took a step forward slowly, your eyes filling with remorse as you used the force to search through Anakin.

"What'd they do to you, my sweet Ani?" You whispered, "Why didn't you come to me? I could've helped you."

"Nobody could've helped him!" Anakin raged, yelling in anger that seemed directed at himself, "He was lost! Gone! Anakin would've died regardless! I, Vader, would've killed him regardless!"

"No," You mumbled, looking around at the planet you'd been called to, "You wouldn't have died, Ani. It would've been like any other mission, any other obstacle before. I would've helped you get through it, like always."

"Anakin is dead!" Vader cried out, his voice breaking, a hint of desperation sneaking through, "He's gone."

Slowly, you stepped forward, watching the way Anakin's chest rose and fell with each mechanical breath, "No... you're not gone, Anakin. You're not gone, and like all the times before, I'll be waiting to help you."

Taking in a deep breath, you anxiously wrapped your arms around Anakin, noticing how much taller he was. His arms remained by his side in shock, trying to sort out his emotions. Anakin's mechanical breathing filled your ears as you squeezed the boy you raised. Tears fell down your cheeks as you held him to your chest, wishing you had been able to help him. Wishing you'd stayed by Anakin more during the Clone Wars. Wishing that you could turn back time and save the little boy you loved so much.

Squeezing tighter for a brief second, you whispered, "I love you, no matter what, Anakin."

Letting go of the man, you stepped back quickly, hoping that the powerful Sith Lord hadn't seen your tears. But you knew that you'd been too slow, and you knew Anakin knew you better than that. Watching as you walked back and disappeared into the trees you'd come from, Darth Vader wondered if he would ever see you again. He'd reached out to you for weeks, and he wondered now if you would ever reach out to him, remind him you were still alive, waiting for Anakin to return.

Boarding your shuttle, you let out a cry as you reached for your comm. There were so many regrets you held and so much you wished you would've done. But the past was not something you could dwell on. You could only hope that you'd been able to reach Anakin quickly enough.

"Rex?" You called weakly into the comm. You waited patiently for Rex's reply until you heard your name called worriedly, "I'm coming home."

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The Death of You Part One

Pairing: Suitless!Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Summary: These dreams, these nightmares, plagued your every thought and haunted you in your daily life. The eyes terrorized you and the images you saw in your subconscious ate at you. But life goes on and you still had a job to do, regardless of the seemingly permanent imprint that the yellow eyes made on your vision. You went to work as usual, inspected the - forbidden - texts as usual... but something was wrong. Someone was wrong How did he find you? What does he want? All in due time...

Word Count: 2775

Warnings: If the image of kneeling in front of Anakin is a warning then there’s that.

A/N: I’m back! I’ve been back for a couple of days but it feels more official now that I have something out. I hope you all enjoy and to be honest, this chapter felt quite horrible to me. It will get better that I can promise you. As always, thank you so much for reading, I hope you’re all alright and let me know what you think! Either with a comment, like or reblog, I don’t mind!

All you could see was yellow. Those kriffing yellow eyes that haunt your dreams every night. They were inescapable and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of them, of who they belonged to. 

  But then again, who did they belong to? The figure in your dreams never revealed any other part of himself, never revealed anything that lurked beneath that huge black cloak. That was one of three of the only things you remember of your dreams; the big black cloak, the unnerving yellow eyes and your position. Every night - every damn night - you looked at yourself through a spectator’s eyes and every damn night muted tears streamed down your face and muted sobs racked your body as you beheld your image kneeling before the hooded figure, corpses of people you’d just murdered surrounding you in the twisted image of security.

  What you never admitted to yourself was that with each passing dream you felt an inexplicable urge to go towards your image, to see the expression and deduce the emotions plastered onto your face - praying to whatever Gods that were listening that you saw regret and remorse… you don’t know what you’ll do if you didn’t.

  Whilst that version of you felt her emotions, you had your own. Fear, unease and rage being the most prominent ones. Fear of this recurring, extremely vivid dream, unease of the ambiguity of it and blinding rage at the unknown creature that dominated your nightlife and your daily life. 

  Today for example, you’d woken up, palms sweaty and soaked in a cold sweat, and screamed into your pillow until your lungs burned from the exertion. Your mother had run through the house and almost kicked your door down in her worry. 

  Your head had looked up to see who was at your door, tear stricken, and the moment her eyes landed on your face (after making sure you were safe otherwise) her posture and expression softened as she made her way over to your bed. She’d sat on the corner, by your feet, and opened her arms as an invitation for a hug to which you eagerly accepted. 

  She’s been aware of your nightmares for about two weeks but doesn’t know the details so apart from her usual words of encouragement and support, her hug is the only other form of support that she could muster. 

  Someone once told you that there was more power in a simple hug than in a thousand meaningful words, that was only amplified when said hug came from your mother, the woman who gave you life and who let you live it.

  She understood you on a basis that no one ever had and you cherished her all the more for it. But even she, as your mother, couldn’t know what you see in your dreams. No, this was a burden you were determined to keep to yourself.

  It had taken you a while to compose yourself this morning but once you had, everything returned to its normal rhythm and happiness buzzed through the air again. It was time to complete your daily tasks (simultaneously trying to ignore the yellow seared into the back of your mind).

  After just finishing your breakfast, a delicious meal prepared by your mother, you left your little wooden house on the outskirts of your village and paraded through the tall grass that was your garden.

  Calennig was admittedly the only planet you’d ever visited but you had no doubt it was the most magical in the entire Galaxy. 

  You weaved yourself between each blade of the soft, fluffy tall grass and ran your fingers over the biggest of them as you relished in their texture. Its texture was what your blanket at home was made out of, if it weren’t for your nightmares your sleep would be absolutely enchanting sleep. 

  The sky of Calennig was a beautiful baby blue and the stars were present even during the day, an endless display of the Galaxy that anyone from your planet was forbidden from exploring lest the Galactic Empire learn of your planet’s existence. Gods forbid your planet ever be tainted by the Darkness.

  Regardless, these thoughts didn’t deter you from trekking through the grass. The occasional wildflower leaves a grin on your face and a slightly perplexed look in your eyes when you realise that some of them were as tall as you. This planet continues to amaze you.

  Speaking of amazement, you’d finally made it through the maze of grass and found yourself stumbling to a stop as you reached the centre of your village. 

  Floating pieces of land flecked the sky, waterfalls streaming down from them and from the mountains that surrounded the village. The mountains themselves were covered with flowers and flora of all sorts and of all colours; red, blue, purple, pink and even black.

  The houses and main buildings of the village were delicately crafted and built either in or around the wide tree trunks, patterned with intricate carvings that symbolised the planet’s past and its people. 

  During your youth, you’d spend hours of everyday roaming through the forest and studying your community’s history until you’d memorised it, it became an important part of your everyday life regardless. For example, when meeting with a neighbour there was a specific greeting that needed to be executed otherwise you would be ridiculed until forgiven… which would happen very rarely.

  Because in contrast to the freedom of such a natural place, a planet that was its own ruler and had its own rights, the customs were very strict. They weren’t unfair but they were undoubtedly stringent. Luckily you’d never disobeyed them. 

  More specifically, you’d never disobeyed them and gotten caught.

  The number one rule that your people followed was to never lie, which seemed innocent and morally correct enough except there was never any privacy with anyone. Everyone knew everything about everyone, always. And if they didn’t? Well, it wouldn’t be long before the truth got out and there was a guarantee it’d be painful.

  There was a certain way the truth was extracted in your village, nobody (bar the people who’d been accused of lying or withholding information) knew what this method was but the horrified look in their eyes was enough evidence and warning that whatever happened was a fate you’d rather steer clear of.

  Considering the severity of your nightmares and their effect on you, who could blame you if you were a little anxious? If anyone suspected anything, you were done. Once someone was accused, it was either confess or face trial. 

  It was corrupt and completely unfair in your opinion but Gods forbid you ever voice that opinion. You shuddered outwardly at the thought.

  You slowed your footsteps as you approached your place of work for the day: the library. 

  The library was your favourite place to be, the worlds hidden in the books were imaginative and endless and you adored immersing yourself into a more exciting world than the one you live in now.

  There was nothing majorly wrong with your life, you had family and friends whom you loved and cherished, you loved Calennig and its history and you loved your community! You were happy, but there was a constant thought in your mind that something was missing. Just a meaningless, intrusive thought that plagued your mind but at the same time, it was insistent. Like it was put there by something else or as though it were a reflection of your very soul calling out for something.

  Neither thought was pleasant but oh well.

  You reached for the delicately carved door handle and opened the dark oak door of the library, sighing in contentment when the smell of old books reached your nose. 

  The interior of the library went up and down the tree trunk, the staircase non-existent as the spiral path of stripped bark lead throughout the library and gave perfect access to the leafy bookshelves completely crammed with books and novels of all sorts of age, size and genre.

  The old classics were your favourite, the old manuscripts of a dying culture. 

  They were deep within the heart of the tree, all the way down to the bottom and trailing down into its roots. The roots and branches of the tree acted as corridors and doors to rooms with more specific genres.

  As it was still extremely early in the morning - around six o’clock, your work starts at ungodly hours of the morning - there was no one in sight and therefore no disturbances as you allowed yourself to walk down the spiralled levels and revel in the quiet atmosphere.

  Everything was illuminated in a dim light by the numerous fireflies that live in the tree. They provide you with light and you provide them with a home, an unspoken agreement between your kind and theirs.

  Hands gliding down the markings of the thick oak bannisters and smiling when your forefinger traced over a slight indent of its underneath, you pressed down on it and beheld the sight of a hidden root. The door to a branch or root was made up of two giant leaves, yet this root in particular was an oddity. Unless you knew of the secret button then you merely saw the same material as the spiralled slope, stripped bark. A beautiful pattern but once the button was pressed the bark simply disappeared, as though it never existed in the first place.

  Years ago, when you first acquired the job of community librarian, this mechanism startled you. It was never mentioned in your training or the information that was relayed to you about your job so you gathered that your superiors either didn’t know it existed or had simply forgotten to acknowledge it.

  Considering how dusty the room was, you’d wager that your first guess was correct.

  Once the wall vanished and you entered the corridor, you were surrounded by an intimidating darkness. It was familiar to you and brought with it comfort yet the dark landscape allowed the yellow eyes to imprint wherever you looked.

  You clenched your jaw and set your mouth into a thin line, trying desperately to not let them faze you. Remain professional and do your job, it was a mantra in your mind, working to keep you distracted lest you give into its torment.

  Your footsteps created a welcoming rhythm that echoed through the dark corridor, creating a melody that you’d never get tired off as leather boots met wood.

  After walking for a few minutes (and struggling to ignore the permanent image of medallion coloured eyes), you finally entered the room you were looking for. 

  It was quite a small and simple room, hardly wider than the corridor and dipping down further into the root. You slid down the slope that led down to the room and grinned with childish glee at the simple pleasure and thrill that runs through you every time you indulge in the slide.

  You stood up and brushed any dirt from your trousers. Looking around the room, you took note of the dark walls and the strange symbols etched into them, of the crumbling table at the back of the wall and the three ancient texts that sat lined up on it.

  Each one had an aura that, both, drew you in and forced you away. As though it were forbidden but the risk was tempting all in one.

  In ways, you supposed the thrill of doing something that your community potentially looked down upon was exactly why you kept returning to this place. 

  You were happy with your life, you truly were, but sometimes the repetitive routine that you all kept just grated your nerves and honestly some independence was as refreshing as a swim in the village lake.  

  …there were other things you were keeping from your neighbours. These textbooks, these texts, held some disturbing writing. The majority of it was in a cipher that you couldn’t understand with drawings and diagrams of things that looked utterly terrifying yet held no value in your eyes.

  What you could make out made your eyebrows furrow and eyes dart around on occasion, feeling as though you were being watched, or like the information shouldn’t be seen by anyone else. Because you could trust yourself, only yourself with the history of the Ancient Sith Lords.

  You blinked rapidly when you realised that you’d been staring mindlessly at them since you cleaned yourself off, another way they affected you.

  Clearing your throat, you pulled the satchel from your shoulder and pulled out the few candles you’d packed before lighting them. Reaching for the first book and placing the candles in a messy circle around you, you sat on the floor, ready to reread the same book again.

  The book itself was about as thick as two average novels and the material was an old, worn leather with the Sith’s symbol on the cover. It was covered in dust and was wrapped with a thin cord of an unfamiliar material.

  Your fingers ran over it in awe, despite the pure evil that was contained in this book, everything about it was impressive.

  Catching yourself in a daze again, you pinched your leg to ground yourself and began unravelling the cord.

  The instant you began reading the writing on the discoloured paper, you lost yourself in the information. Reading page after page and flipping through them rapidly. 

  Usually you’d have half a mind to remember the potential customers in the main section but today you’d totally immersed yourself in the book, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Which is why you nearly screamed when all of your candles were simultaneously blown out.

  Your mouth was slightly open and your eyes were wide, trying desperately to get your vision to adjust to the darkness but it just wouldn’t. There was no sound save your slightly rapid breaths.

  You waited in the silence, grasping the book tightly to your chest subconsciously with your knees tucked up to your chest. Your grip on the book tightened and loosened as you clenched your fingers in an attempt to calm yourself.

  Suddenly, something heavy was set on your shoulders.

  You screamed and jumped forward, stopping just in front of the table and turning to look behind you, almost passing out when dread gripped your heart in a relentless hold at the sight.

  Dark yellow eyes stared down at your form, the only thing visible in the darkness. You heard more than saw the figure take a step towards you and you instantly ducked your head into your chest. “Leave me alone! What do you want from me?” Your muffled yells echoed in the small room.

  He didn’t respond, merely taking another step towards you and it was all he needed to stand directly in front of you. You shook uncontrollably, both in fear and in anger at the figure who affected you so.

  “Stand up,” a cold, deep voice said. Your shaking ceased at the sound of it but you remained frozen, eyes staring into nothing. “I said, stand up.” 

  Eyelids suddenly heavy and limbs lifeless, you abruptly stood up and gazed blankly at the blazing yellow eyes, not computing how you should feel. 

  A couple of candles were lit again and you vaguely registered the hand hovering in front of your face. 

 “Return the book,” your hands robotically placed the book back in its rightful place, then they fell limply to your sides yet again. “Look at me.” Your gaze darted up to his and this time, instead of ignoring the muted sense of fear, you allowed it to grow inside of you. Your head reared back and you leant back as far as you could from the man.

  “What did you just do to me?” You asked in disgust.

  A malicious smirk slowly spread on his face, eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “I sense great power in you, little one.”

  “What?”

 His eyes darted down to see your hands fiddling with what had been draped onto your shoulder. “Fond of your cloak already, I see.” Your confused eyes angled down as you identified that the weight on your shoulders was in fact a cloak, an onyx one. 

  You chucked it on the floor immediately and clenched your fists, recognising that it was the one you wore in your dreams. “I don’t want anything to do with that thing,” you seethed through gritted teeth. 

  “All in due time. But for now,” he raised his hand again and you barely had time to react before your brain shut off and darkness was your only solace.

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Could you make an Anakin x Reader fic? Takes place during Episode 3.

Female! Reader is having nightmares, so Ani decides to comfort her by telling some stories and words of encouragement.

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Would You Still Hold Me Tonight?

Anakin Skywalker x Reader One-Shot

WARNINGS: None

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You woke up with a start, gasping and drenched in sweat. There were hands on you, and you blindly swung at whoever was touching you.

“Easy, easy! It’s just me,” a familiar voice said quickly. “It’s just me.”

The hands disappeared from your shoulders. When you recognized the voice, your fear dispelled.

Blinking quickly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you squinted at the familiar figure.

“Anakin?” you croaked, realizing for the first time that tears were pouring down your face. “What’s going on?”

“You had a nightmare. I was on patrol and sensed your distress. I wasn’t going to come in, but then I heard you scream and I- I had to make sure you were alright,” he explained. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You swallowed harshly as your cheeks heated up. Eventually, you nodded slowly.

“It… it’s a blur, mostly. I just remember pain,” you took a shuddering breath, trying and failing to steel yourself against the memory. “I was being tortured, I… I was being killed!”

Even though you knew it was just a nightmare, your heart was still racing. Prophetic dreams were not unheard of for the Force-sensitive.

Foregoing decorum and the Code, Anakin pulled you into a hug. You fell apart in his arms, crying freely now at the fuzzy, dark memory.

“I don’t think these are just nightmares,” you confided, your face buried in his chest. “I think they might portend disaster to come. I… I’m frightened.”

“It’s alright,” he soothed, stroking your hair as you wept. “It’s all going to be alright. I won’t allow any harm to come to you.”

“Ani,” you whispered, pulling back to look at him with a rueful smile. “That’s not something you can promise me.”

“It is,” he urged, grasping your shoulders.

The light of the four Coruscant moons poured in through the window, illuminating his face. There was a desperate, urgent look there that made you furrow your brows.

“How?”

Anakin paused for a moment before speaking.

“Before my mother died, I had similar visions of her death. I wasn’t able to save her, but I swore that I would never be that powerless again.” He placed a hand on your face, stroking his thumb along your cheekbone. “That I would never let someone I care for be hurt again.”

You swallowed and shook your head in confusion. “But how?”

“I can’t say right now, but… Do you trust me?”

“Of course,” you replied, eyes softening. “More than anyone.”

“Then trust me when I tell you that you are safe.” Anakin took your hands in his own, squeezing them reassuringly. “That I will keep you safe.”

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Daylight

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader (Rhea Skywalker)

Episode 2: Part 1

Summary: Qui-Gon saves you and your younger brother Anakin from slave life on Tatooine. You’re left out of the action, but meeting Obi-Wan Kenobi makes up for it.

You always did your best to move on with your life, to be a good little handmaiden for Padme, to settle in and be part of the team you’d been assigned to, but it almost never worked out how it was supposed to. Your new role as confidant and decoy didn’t suit you the way it did the other girls. Maybe because you were older and your training was nowhere near as formal as the younger girls’ training had been. You never failed exactly- Padme’s faith in your abilities and the mere fact she was still alive was proof of that- but you certainly never exceeded expectations. Rather, you coasted along, avoiding lasting connections with anyone except Padme.

The only relief you ever received were the infrequent communications between Anakin and yourself. Knowing his training was going better than yours put your mind at ease more often than not, though it did cause a fair bit of emotional turmoil inside of you. Anakin was growing and changing and you were missing all of it. You were there from the day he was born to the day Qui-Gon liberated the two of you. After that… nothing. You’ve heard next to nothing from your mother and so little from Anakin it’s as if you’re all alone, cast adrift in the galaxy with nothing tethering you to reality.

It’s on a particularly hard day that the first message from Obi-Wan arrives. He’s brief but kind, informing you of progress Anakin has made recently, throwing in little details Anakin either forgot or didn’t want mentioned. At the very end of his message, Obi-Wan wishes you well and reminds you Padme will not be Queen forever. You’re freedom could be closer than you think.

Years pass. You and Obi-Wan build up an almost friendship, and you’re excited to watch Padme’s reign come to an end. She was a good Queen. Excellent even. But you want your freedom more than you can express to any one save Obi-Wan. He… understands. You aren’t sure how he does. Maybe it’s something to do with the Force, you really can’t say. You’re certain he understands your plight and desire to return home. Your nightmares about your mother have only increased and dread hangs heavy over your head. Obi-Wan cautions you to not jump to any sort of conclusion.

“You’ve got time away from Padme soon,” he says in his latest message, “take it and return to Tatooine. Perhaps that will set you at ease.”

It doesn’t because it never comes.

Padme retires as Queen only to take up a role as Senator and your services are still required.

“There are few people I trust, Rhea, and you’re one of them. Please, consider staying with me.” Padme’s pleading is so kind and gentle that you feel you have no other option.

So you stay.

Obi-Wan doesn’t relish the news.

“You don’t have to remain in Senator Amidala’s employ,” Obi-Wan says in the beginning of his transmission after you explained how you will still be gainfully employed for the foreseeable future. “You can go home.”

His fervent objection to your choice is curious, but you don’t pursue it. Rather, you send a curt reply and ignore his next few transmissions until you receive one from Anakin all but begging you to answer his master.

“Obi-Wan is even more suffocating than usual. Just tell him you’re alive.”

You don’t, but you suppose Obi-Wan will figure it out for himself once you arrive with Padme on Coruscant.

When Obi-Wan hears about the attack on Senator Amidala and the death of one of her handmaidens, his thoughts immediately turn to you. Are you safe? Were you the handmaiden? His only reassurance you weren’t is that he can still feel you through the Force (your signature is just as bright and entrancing as the first day he met you) and Anakin doesn’t seem affected in the slightest. In fact, the younger boy is buzzing with energy as the pair make their way to Padme’s assigned quarters.

“Careful, Anakin,” Obi-Wan cautions as they step in the elevator. “Do not let your feelings cloud your instincts.”

“I know, master. It’s just… I haven’t seen Padme in ten years.”

“Padme?” Obi-Wan is a little shocked. “I thought the excitement was for your sister?”

Anakin smiles and it’s filled with impish glee. “Not completely, master. I think you might be more excited to see Rhea than I am. She told me you send her transmissions almost regularly.”

“It’s not almost regularly.” It is regularly. Or was. Until she stopped answering. “I keep her up to date on your training since you apparently fail to do so.”

“I wonder what the council would think about that?”

Obi-Wan says nothing, simply gives Anakin a warning look.

The elevator doors hiss open and the two jedi are led into a plush, wine colored apartment with a breathtaking view of Coruscant.

Padme’s eyes are for Anakin only, but Obi-Wan doesn’t interject. He’s too busy searching the apartment for you. He senses you just in the other room, putting Padme’s clothes away. There’s a sudden tickle at the back of his mind, timid and uncertain, but most definitely there. He’s stunned once he realizes it’s you reaching out to him as well.

Obi-Wan runs through the paces with Padme and Anakin, a sudden sense of urgency to get to you filling him. Are… are you Force Sensitive? It wouldn’t be a total surprise. Surely if Anakin is you must be on a far smaller scale. It would only make sense.

“Senator,” Obi-Wan finally interjects when the conversation turns less formal. “Is Rhea too busy for a visit from an old friend?”

Padme’s smile grows wider. “I’m sure she’d love that, Master Kenobi. I’ll see if she has time.”

“No need. I heard the three of you all the way at the end of the hall.” You walk in the main sitting room and Obi-Wan balls his hands into fists, knuckles turning white.

You’ve grown just as everyone else in the room, but there’s a confidence to you now that wasn’t there ten years ago. You all but glow with it. Your hair is longer, your eyes are brighter, and Obi-Wan doesn’t think he’s ever met a more beautiful woman. The transmissions sent back and forth over the last few years didn’t do you the slightest bit of justice. You’re breathtaking.

You turn your gaze to him as if sensing his thoughts. “Hello, Obi-Wan.”

“Rhea.” Obi-Wan stands gracefully and bows in front of you. His smile is still the same roguish one from that first meeting on Tatooine. “It’s good to see you. I was concerned after you never responded to my last transmission.”

“My apologies. I was busy making preparations for our arrival on Coruscant. Clearly, all my efforts were in vain.” A shadow passes over your face. “But we shouldn’t dwell on that. I heard you’re assigned to Padme’s security detail?”

“And tasked with getting to the bottom of the plot.”

“I’ll sleep well knowing we’re in such capable hands.” Your sarcasm is palpable but Obi-Wan’s eyes turn fond.

“Thank you for holding us in such high regard. I look forward to working together.”

You nod, feeling a strange pulse in the room. It’s difficult to describe beyond an overwhelming wave of fondness washing over you. Anakin seems to feel it as well and his eyes snap to Obi-Wan, a look of annoyance shadowing his face. You don’t understand, but then again it’s probably best you don’t. It must be a jedi matter.

“Master, didn’t you have a meeting with the council?” Anakin’s words are short and terse.

“None that I can remember.”

“I remembered for you. We should be going to the temple.”

Obi-Wan searches his padawan’s face for something before saying, “perhaps you’re correct, my young apprentice.”

To you and Padme, Obi-Wan says, “please excuse us. We will return tonight after meeting with the council.”

“Of course,” Padme responds graciously. As the two jedi leave the apartment she leans in closer to you. “Men really aren’t the best with subtlety are they?”

You laugh. “Not even close. I’d forgotten just how bad it was.”

That night sleep completely alludes you. You can hear Anakin and Obi-Wan trying to speak in hushed voices about the assassination attempt, you can hear R2’s tiny beeps and whistles as he sweeps Padme’s room for threats, and you can even hear the hum of speeders tearing through Coruscant’s nightlife. None of it eases your mind or lulls you into a sense of comfort. You know if you sleep the nightmares will come. If the nightmares come, well, there’s no way to hide them from Anakin anymore. Obi-Wan had been gracious enough to keep your nightmares a secret so for. You would hate to ruin that secret yourself.

With a huff of annoyance you fling the covers back and march down the hall, following the sound of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s voices.

“Can the two of you be any louder?” You fold your arms over your chest and do your best impression of a haughty politician.

Obi-Wan feels his mouth go dry. Your nightgown- though not sheer- is a deep emerald that clings to your body in a way he never dared dream of. To anyone else it might actually be innocent, to Anakin it certainly is, but to Obi-Wan it’s perhaps the most scandalous sight he’s seen in a very long time. In fact, he almost feels like a teenager again with the way he’s reacting. It’s ridiculous and he really does need to get himself in check…

…but then you take a seat in the chair right across from where he stands and the fabric of your nightgown moves with you in a way that shouldn’t be as delicious as it is and-

“Do you feel that?” Anakin interrupts Obi-Wan’s thoughts, his head turned towards Padme’s bedroom.

“I sense it too,” Obi-Wan replies.

(Though he actually didn’t, his thoughts and senses too wrapped up in you. That’s a problem for another day though. Perhaps he should ask for a reassignment.)

All three of you run to the bedroom just in time to see an assassin dash off after Anakin killed the kouhuns released into the room. Anakin immediately follows, but Obi-Wan lingers back for half a second.

“Stay here,” he tells you.

You don’t respond, instead shooting him a rather mean looking glare. As if you need to be told to stay back and do your job. Padme clings to you, visibly shaken by the newest attempt. As if you could go anywhere anyway.

So much for sleep.

[ddaeng-danvers]

under and over

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

genre: fluff

summary: in which anakin learns how to braid hair

warnings: mention of death, minor injuries, the reader is described as having long hair

word count: 2753

a/n: well...i’m having an anakin phase, what can i say. this is unedited and i wrote it in one sitting so i apologize for any mistakes, also!! i’m aware some things may be inconsistent with ~canon~ but i’m having a good time so leave me alone,,, there are also mentions of platonic anakin x padme as an fyi... finally!! this isn’t a part two of my last fic (dreams) but in my brain they are like the same universe,,, so yeah,,, enjoy!!

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You left for the Jedi Order when you were quite young. You left only your mother behind, as your father died in a shipping accident on Corellia. You held on to as many memories of your mother as possible, as she was the only family you had left. One of your fondest memories of your mother was the way she did your hair. Every morning, from the moment you had a sprout of hair on your head, she attempted to braid and style it intricately. The styles were always beautiful, inspired by the different cultures of the galaxy your mother had seen in her travels with your father before he passed.

Now, over fifteen years later, you long for the feeling of your mother’s fingers weaving through your hair. Because you left for the order at such a young age, your mother was never able to teach you her braiding and styling methods. This has left you with two simple skills, tying your hair into ponytails, and braiding it into two strands on either side of your head. You longed for the ability to weave it atop your head, but now, with the war, there was little time for hair styling.

Almost immediately after passing your trials, you were thrown into the Clone War. You worked alongside Anakin Skywalker and the 501st battalion most often, but frequently bounced around to others, such as Obi-Wan’s 212th, and your former master Shaak Ti’s position on Kamino. You were never officially assigned a battalion of your own due to your opposition of the war, but remained a Jedi General for the benefit of the Republic.

After a particularly rough mission, your find yourself sneaking from the medbay (you suffered only minor scrapes and bruises) and retreated to your quarters. It is there that you find Anakin standing on the balcony.

“What’re you doing out here, Ani?” He smiles and looks back at you.

“I should be asking you that. You should be in the medbay.” You look at the ground, feeling the slightest bit guilty. You know how much Anakin cares for you. If you stayed you may have lessened his worrying slightly.

“I’m alright. It’s nothing too serious.” A moment of silence passes. “What about you? You and Snips didn’t come out unscathed either.” Anakin’s face shrinks in the slightest, the thought of his padawan’s injuries a difficult one to process.

“We’re both okay. She was checked over. Hit her head pretty hard, but she’ll be okay. She does have to stay on bedrest for a bit, which I’m sure she’s thrilled about.” You both laugh at the thought.

“She reminds me of you, y’know.” Anakin’s expression becomes puzzled.

“Really?” He asks. You nod, looking out into the Coruscant skyline.

“She’s headstrong, confident. Sometimes a bit overconfident.” Anakin lets out a chuckle. “But she’s got a good heart. And she cares about those around her, deeply.” Anakin smiles at you again.

“Well I certainly do care for you, my love.” He leans down and presses the softest kiss to your lips, and then to both cheeks, which begin to redden. He still makes you feel like a bubbling padawan.

“We should probably head to bed soon, debriefs and all in the morning.” Anakin curtly nods, continuing to gaze at the setting sun. “We can check on Ahsoka too, before we head to bed., if you want.”

Although attachments are technically forbidden by the Jedi Council, there was a strange exception granted to you and Anakin. The council knew of your relationship, and even approved it. Master Yoda claimed you had prevented Anakin from falling down a darker path. He insisted that the force willed you together. Luckily, it seems the exception of your attachment has led to some more leniency in the Council regarding the subject.

After a quick trip to the refresher and a check-up with Ahsoka, you and Anakin retire back to your quarters. (Technically Anakin has his own quarters that he is supposed to stay in, although everyone knows this is a rare occurrence). He always seemed to like your room more. He claimed it had more personality than his. Likely because he didn’t have much to bring with him from Tatooine, and materialism was generally discouraged among Jedi.

Being held by Anakin at night felt like a gift from the Maker himself. His arms warm, his chest firm, and his hands combing through the tresses of your hair.

Anakin awoke the next morning to a cold bed. He heard you clamoring around the refresher. Curious, he threw on his robe and knocked on the door.

“You alright in there, love?” He stands up against the door, waiting for a response. You open the door a moment later, a grumbly look on your face. It seems you’ve already gotten dressed. You had on a brown and black tunic and pants. Your armor for battle left at the foot of your bed, since today was to be a day filled with debriefing, strategizing, and paperwork.

“I’m fine, I just woke up early and then couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to get up, be productive, but I just can’t do my hair right.” Anakin noticed the rough braids on your scalp, likely from failed attempts at braiding it moments ago.

“I wish I could help you, but hair isn’t my area of expertise.” Anakin looks at you through the mirror as he wraps his arms around your torso. He places a kiss to your shoulder.

“It’s fine.” You affirm. “I’m just frustrated.”

The debrief with the Council went without a hitch. Just a standard report on your success, information regarding casualties, and your new assignments. Fortunately, the Council gave the two of you a few days off before your next assignments. You planned to spend every waking moment possible with Anakin, as you were being sent to aid Obi-Wan and the 212th. You returned to your quarters shortly after the meeting to strategize a plan for your upcoming assault with Anakin on your heels. He helped you as much as he could, before becoming distracted. (He was never the best strategizer. He joked you were the brains of this relationship). He tinkered with his arm as you worked alongside him.

A knock on the door pulled you from your work. You opened it slowly, curious as to who it could be. Opening it all the way, you were met with the colors and patterns of a traditional Nabooian gown.

“Padme!” You exclaimed. It had been so long since you’d seen her. You grew quite close when you and Anakin were assigned to protect her all those years ago. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here on Senate business, and I couldn’t be here without stopping by to say hello to you two.” Anakin has since gotten up from his seat and come over to great Padme as well. “I was going to stop and see Ahsoka, but I assumed she’d be training. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Ahsoka was actually injured on our last mission. Nothing serious, just a mild concussion, she’s resting in her quarters as far as I know.” Anakin assures.

“We could stop by and see her, I’m sure she’d be excited to know you’re here.” Padme smiles at the implied compliment. You grab your robes from your bed, and usher everyone through the hallway to Ahsoka’s quarters. You knock as lightly as possible on the door.

“Ahsoka, you in there? You have a visitor.” Ahsoka fumbles behind the door, before opening it.

“Senator Amidala!” Ahsoka exclaims. The two of them envelop in a brief hug before separating. “It’s great to see you!”

“And you as well Ahsoka. You’ve gotten so tall!” Ahsoka viewed Padme as an older sister figure. She’d lost the rest of her family so young, she had little memory of them. The memories she does have however, she cherishes. You and her both.

After an hour or so of catching up, you notice Ahsoka’s eye’s begin to droop. You look up at Anakin who seems to have noticed the same thing. Through the briefest of eye contact, you understand Anakin’s request. He wants you to stay with her, make sure she’s actually resting. You nod, as Anakin whispers this information to Padme. “It’s been great catching up with you Ahsoka, but I’m afraid I have to tend to that Senate business now. Rest well.” Ahsoka nods politely, her drowsy expression only worsening.

“Thank you Senator Amidala. See you later. You too, Master Skywalker.” You stay in your standing position before guiding Ahsoka down to her bed. She practically rolls over the moment she sits down.”

“Tired?” You chuckle. Ahsoka smiles slightly.

“Yeah, this concussion took me out more than I care to admit.” You laugh again. “You are just like Anakin when he was a padawan. It scares me sometimes how similar you to are.” Ahsoka nods again.

“I guess that means we’re a perfect match.”

“I guess so.” Ahsoka seems to drift off quickly, and you begin to tidy anything out of place around her room. There isn’t much out of place, so you make your way to the door. But just before you open it, Ahsoka calls out your name.

“Master Y/L/N?” You walk over to the edge of her bed again.

“Yes Ahsoka? Is there something wrong?” Her expression is confused and guilt-ridden.

“Can you stay here with me? I haven’t gotten very good sleep lately, I’ve been having nightmares.” You looks down at Ahsoka again. She seems to be like Anakin in her sleep habits as well.

“Of course, Ahsoka. If anything you are sparing me from planning Obi-Wan’s attack later this week.”

“I’m sure Master Kenobi can figure that out himself.” Ahsoka smiles.

“Yes, I’m sure he can.”

Anakin smiles as her feels your Force presence relax, assuming because you’ve fallen asleep. Padme smiles up at him.

“You’ve got that dumbstruck look on your face, again.”

“What do you mean again?” Anakin questions.

“You were looking at her like that the whole time we were in Ahsoka’s room.” Padme laughs. “It’s okay, it’s cute. I remember you two on Naboo. Absolutely dancing around your feelings until I put a stop to it.” Anakin remembers his mission with you to Naboo fondly. You assumed Anakin loved Padme, when he never held romantic feelings for her. Only familial admiration. You and Padme spoke over dinner one night after Anakin went to bed early. She essentially pried your confession out of you, but you assured her that Anakin loved her. How very wrong you were. Padme made it her mission to set you two up while you were still on Naboo. Clearly, she was successful.

“I have a strange request.” Anakin spoke up. Padme nodded at him to continue speaking. “Can you teach me how to braid hair?” Padme stops in her tracks, Anakin continuing to walk a few steps forward before turning around. “What?”

“Nothing, just, that is in fact a strange request. Why do you want to learn?” Anakin describes the scene of you this morning, frustrated in the mirror.

“Her mother used to style it, but she left for the Order so young that she was never able to learn how her mother did it.” Padme nods along.

“I can teach you. We’ll start with some simple ones, I’ll leave you datapads to look over in the future. Does that suffice?” Anakin nods, gratefully.

“Yes, thank you Padme. When should I meet you again for my...lesson?”

“We can go back to my room right now, if that works for you?”

“Of course, but I thought you had Senate duties to attend to?” Padme chuckles.

“If this is for Y/N’s benefit, this far outweighs my senatorial duties.” Padme and Anakin laugh and continue their walk down the hall.

Anakin spent the next few hours listening to Padme’s instructions as she demonstrated a few hairstyles on her handmaidens. They allowed Anakin to practice on their hair as well. Anakin was always a fast learner, and picked up these skills quickly.

Time flew by, and Anakin suddenly felt your Force precense awaken. He ties the braid he was working on in Sabe’s hair, and received an impressed nod from Padme.

“Not half bad, Anakin. You’ve picked this all up quite fast.” Anakin gives a nod with a hint of smirk on his face. He’s impressed with himself too. He thanks everyone in the room, especially the handmaidens who have had him tugging at their hair for the past few hours, and departs for your quarters, excited to show off his new skills.

When he arrives, you’ve already made it back from Ahsoka’s room and changed into a lighter pair of pants and a looser tunic. You have battle plans strewn across the table, with your head resting in your hands.

“Thank you for staying with Ahsoka, I had a feeling she wasn’t getting the best rest.” You nod in agreement.

“She’s been having nightmares. Nothing serious, I think she’s still reflecting on the mission. I think she’s being reminded of her squadron on Ryloth. She’s afraid of it happening again.” Anakin’s expression sinks. You know him well enough to understand his thought process. He wishes to protect Ahsoka from as much pain as possible. Although he knows this isn’t possible, he beats himself up when she feels this pain. “I can practically read your thoughts, love. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, I just wished she believed in herself a little more. She’s capable, but afraid of further consequences.” You both nod and let a comfortable silence overtake the room.

Hours fly by yet again, and the sun has set behind the Coruscant skyline, signaling the end of another day. You both wordlessly get ready for bed.

As you finish drying your hair, Anakin can seethe wheels turning in your head. He knows exactly what you are about to attempt, and he has a surprise in store. He grabs your brush of the stand along your bed, and elastics gifted to him by Padme. “Love, come here.” He motions for you to sit in front of him, your bottom practically in his lap. Anakin has brushed your hair before, you used to rebraid each other’s braids during your time as padawans as well, so you weren’t suspicious when Anakin began to brush through you hair.

What did surprise you is when he began to section it off. He weaved it gently between his fingers, skillfully. He managed to avoid every knot and unnecessary tug. You felt him pin the braids intricately forming a ring over the top of your head. The rest were tucked into a bun, with braids that formed a section of their own. He placed his hands on your shoulder to signal his completion, and you looked at him eagerly.

“Can I look at it?” You asked, brimming with glee.

“Of course, love.” You rush to the mirror in the refresher. As soon as you are met with your reflection, you are rendered speechless. Anakin has since gotten out of bed and come to stand behind you in the refresher. “You like it?” Anakin asks. You nod your head. You turn your neck to see the back, and it’s beautiful, The braids flow within your natural hair perfectly. It feels both similar and different from your mother’s style. Not quite Correlian, but…

“Padme taught you how to do this.” You stated.

“How did you know?” Anakin asked, surprised you deciphered it that quickly.

“I’ve seen her wear something similar before. It also feels very Nabooian.” Anakin gleams down at you, thrilled to see your smile. You reach up and grip his cheeks pulling him into a kiss. You separate a moment later. “Can you teach me how to do this?”

Anakin laughs. “Of course my love.” The two of you retire to bed shortly after. Anakin admires his handiwork as you lay your head against his shoulder.

“Thank you, Ani. I really do appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, love. It made me upset that you never got to learn from your mother, I know how much it meant to you, so we can learn together.” The thought of Anakin with his hands in your hair glaring at a datapad about hair styles made you giggle. “Maybe you can pass these hairstyles on to our children one day.” The thought of Anakin with a child, your child in his lap, makes you smile as you slip into sleep.

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the art of discordance

captain rex x jedi!reader

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CHAPTER TEN

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Jaida’s feet felt weighted as she plodded along the corridor. In fact her entire body did. She needed caf and, among other things, she needed peace and quiet.

But alas, as is the way of war, she’d have to settle with yet another delinquent briefing, which would most likely result in another mission for her to loose herself in. How fun.

Peace wasn’t an option as of right now, but caf certainly was. So as any ordinary Jedi going through dramatic changes to their moral code while fighting a war which had so far gone against everything they had ever been taught by their now dead master; Jaida went and got caf.

Now she stood outside the war room, significantly late, but with a half drunk cup in her hand. On any regular day, she would’ve surely rushed in; profoundly apologising for her misconduct and directing all her attention to any matters presented to make up for her tardiness.

But instead she stood and stared at the uninspiring, off-white and dented plastoid door with almost a scowl. After a second, she took a swig and entered.

“Jaida! I was wondering if you had gotten lost.” Obi-wan smiled warmly. There was a hint of a jeer in his aristocratic tone.

“Oh force I really am late aren’t I?” She tried to laugh, setting down her cup on a surface she’d found (ignoring the future ring it would leave), snapping into a character that would resemble her more awake self.

“What’ve I missed?” Jaida asked as she settled into place beside Anakin and across from Obi-wan.

The holo-projector before her displayed the usual; a barren-ish landscape with red dots across it, symbolising places she’d most likely have to risk her and her men’s lives before moving onto the next tiny red dot.

It felt fallacious to belittle that sacrifice to so little as those red dots, especially when they’d been planted like seeds as if they’re cost was unimportant. To Jaida, red dots had begun to look more like casualty reports and defeated medics; so much more than a speck on a map in a heated war room in the middle of comfortable Coruscant.

But as is the way of war, she thought.

“After the failure to capture Grievous on Salucami, we know his ships will be in this western quadrant.” Obi-wan gestured now to the map of the galaxy, the holo map had apparently changed as Jaida was blinking, and more specifically to a highlighted section of space.

Her red dots would be minuscule by now.

“Our fear is that with Grievous now in need of a place to get fuel and rations, he’ll attempt to take-over ,in effect, the next planet viable. Which in this case” The holomap zoomed into a reddish planet with a dark brown hue surrounding it, “Would be Yeon.”

“Yeon?” Jaida asked. “What’s on Yeon that Grievous could want?”

Obiwan shifted his weight before speaking. Jaida sighed; sometimes she really did regret asking questions so much, especially when the answer require a deep breath.

“Yeon used to be home to a powerful empire, though the dissolution of said empire left the planet vulnerable and corrupt. The wealth still remains, but without proper safeguarding. It isn’t unlikely that Grievous hopes to exploit this, and use their land and people to help secure more galactic wins.” He finished with a flourish. He did always make good speeches, however short or dull.

Jaida shivered. The thought of such peaceful people once again being used as pawns in the seperatist game made her stomach turn. Is this what the galaxy had come to? Perhaps that question could be answered another day.

Anakin, who had up until this point been studying his friends demeanour and desperately trying to figure out the reason for her obvious lack of clarity, spoke next.

“Our mission is to intercept their ‘invasion’ and protect the people of Yeon before Grievous can even reach them.”

“Huh, fun.” She clicked.

A few more details were flattened out, though they mostly fell on deaf ears as Jaida replayed the events of that morning.

“We’ll leave tonight, get a head start.”

Great, she thought.

The corridor felt like it would never end as Jaida carried a backpack towards her destination. It was half full of ration packs and bacta supplies: in short she had no clue what to pack for. The feeling of unpreparedness sat heavy on her chest, even as she commed Anakin to meet her in the hanger.

As she did, Echo opened the door for her, between beckoning to Hardcase that his helmet was where he’d left it. Jaida almost laughed at how mumsy Echo got the few hours before a mission; it almost matched Kix’s mother hen approach.

“Where’re we up to?” Jaida asked, hesitantly setting down the bag beside her feet as she looked over the clones all preparing for a mission.

Echo smiled softly, giving one last side eye to his dazed brothers before giving her his full attention “Almost ready.”

“Thank you.” She could always count on Echo, and a warmth spread over her expression, secure in that fact. “Where’s-“

“Hullo!” The other jedi spoke through a cracker in his mouth. “You good?”

“Where’d you get that cracker?”

Anakin swallowed. Echo had to suppress his laughter at how much they resembled begrudging siblings.

“Help me with those crates and I’ll show you.” He shrugged off, beckoning for Jaida to follow his path.

The good news was the Hardcase had managed to locate his stranded helmet, and Fives only laughed for a few minute at how he almost cried that he’d thought he’d lost it: but the bad news was that Jaida realised that she would eventually have to talk to her captain, who was standing by the edge of the hangar with Kix.

He’d showered, and his pauldron was fixed. He looked so perfectly in control as he watchfully peered over his men. Jaida felt childish almost instantly at the anxiety balled in her stomach at just the thought of having to look at his deep and piercing eyes to talk to him. This was that feeling ‘crushes’ gave you, as Anakin would explain, and Jaida didn’t get ‘crushes’. Not ever, and not now.

She began to help the clones prepare what few weapons they thought they needed. There wasn’t much to sort out and load up, but still among the Torrent company; it was a grand feat.

Jaida was counting reloads and ration packs when she sensed him. Rex, as you could quite obviously expect, was coming closer. She exhaled fiercely out of her nose and picked up the crate she’d been kneeling over. “He’s just being a captain, just be a General.” She repeated to herself like a mantra.

But when she looked up and his gaze was already on her, she froze; childish and with a crush.

“You’re coming too?” Jaida cleared her throat and asked nonchalantly, trying desperately hard to prevent a redness forming on her cheeks.

“Of course.” Rex spoke flatly. His eyebrow twitched slightly as the words left his lips, perhaps testing her meaning.

“But you’re still injured.”

Now he did raise an eyebrow, “I’ll be fine.”

Jaida kissed her teeth, slightly annoyed at her inability to calm herself now.

She nodded as no words formed on her tongue. Nothing to express the ball of emotion in her throat. The Jedi didn’t meet his eyes as she turned away.

Rex caught her arm as she went to bring her crate to the ship, but even as he stopped her pivot she was reluctant to meet his gaze.

“Jaida-” He tried.

“Don’t.” Jaida cut him off, finally glaring at him, then quickly skimming over the room to check if anyone was noticing their ‘conversation’.

“Just promise me.” Vulnerability flashed across her face as the words left her mouth, and even those crystallised amber eyes of his couldn’t make her believe he would.

Rex bit his lip and flicked back over his men across the room, before looking back at Jaida’s ask. He nodded slowly, accepting that he’d want the exact same if it were her. Whatever it was that they shared really wasn’t simple.

“I promise.”

She smiled slightly, before he let her go and she walked off to the ship.

The company left not long after, but not before Anakin and Jaida managed to bicker over who should fly the ship, then if they’d brought the right rations, then whether or not they were ready. At least it was entertaining for the clones to watch their General’s be so relaxed yet so uppity.

But nonetheless, the company all fitted into their respective places and the ship left. Jaida, after bribing Anakin, was flying the ship. She thought that it’d help her concentrate ready for the next mission, although it did also mean that she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone - so, plus.

The journey was rather short, but it certainly wasn’t sweet; for each time Jaida didn’t have to plant coordinates or watch the pressure levels in the engine, her mind slipped to the events of that morning, over and over again like torture. The guilt and worry pressed heavily against her frame; it was fair to say she was absentminded.

But they made it.

“I think we’re here boys.” Skywalker spoke over the channels.

The landing wasn’t rough, but Jaida’s vision through the ship window was too clouded to navigate properly through the thick air. The ship rocked as it hit the ground, and as the men filed our, their pilot was reluctant to follow.

The company gathered outside, Anakin knocked her shoulder; something he always used to do if she was nervous before a practice or exam. It made her finally exhale the breath she’d been holding onto.

It was dark when they made it to the village: a small dwelling lit with vibrant lights around each hut and structure. There was a hum in the air of content, they were peaceful people, and their laughter and chatter floated through the company like a warm drink.

Jaida wanted to welcome it, she really did, but she couldn’t, not when her head was this scrambled. She was still tired, and still torn between wanting to stay true to her morals and protect Rex, as well as desperately wanting to give in to her heart.

Mind over matter, her master would say. Though it seemed futile now.

Jaida followed her men into the village and tried once more to be content with the sweetness of the air. The sun was hanging low in the sky, but it still illuminated the tops of houses and slopes of hills in spite of the darkening hue encroaching. It was peace, the very kind she needed. Yet it would not breach her armoured skin.

The clones had managed to settle in rather quickly, having now taken off a few bits of armour and their helmets. They were standing and laughing with locals dotted about a wide fire pit, an area which Jaida took to be the market place.

After a cheer of babbling and exuberance calling for them, drums began playing in the background as entertainment; and the villagers seemed excited to have new guests for what looked like the first time in a while. They passed out food to the solidiers, colours of orange and green mixing on platters of fruits and perfectly cooked meat. After having a drank a few of their offered drinks, of which their alcohol quantity was unknown, Fives, Jesse and Hardcase danced to the beat as Echo and Kix tried not to laugh.

Jaida watched with an absent grin. She was resting on a crate with a cup of some sweet drink she’d been given by a swirling child, happy to see them so relaxed. Her view shifted from the gaggle of men to her Captain, who was laughing handsomely at his brothers’ feeble attempts. She tried to ignore the pounding in her stomach growing at how his face was illuminated so perfectly by the evening sun, and how it made her tongue swell to see him aswell so at peace. But it was rather difficult to ignore, especially when she couldn’t not-look.

Jaida placed her cup beside her and backed away, leaving the dancing and laughter behind her.

She found herself in the main hall of their largest structure, eyes closed in her own attempt at peace. She could still taste the wafting smell of meats and breads being cooked just a little further away. It smelt like herbs and spices she remembered only faintly from her own travels with her master. Jaida stood, staring at the painting on the closest wall to her when she wasn’t instead focused on her closed eyelids. Her brain was too foggy for anything else.

It was silent. Of course the base of the drums and the echoes of her men and their hosts still made their way in and out of the open windows, but it was silent to her. So silent that when footsteps began behind her she almost jumped.

The presence made it’s way to just a step behind her and paused. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it belonged to, but still, Jaida cursed her abilities to identify the warmth and security it brought nonetheless.

“You left?“ Rex’s tone was more a question than a statement, and Jaida didn’t open her eyes as he stepped and stood next to her.

“I needed to think without Fives’ dancing distracting me.” She joked in a low tone.

“You call that dancing?”

Jaida chuckled lightly at that, meeting his smiling eyeline.

A moment of warmth spread between the two. It was as if the complications of their feelings melted away for a few seconds, and both simply relished the presence of each other. But it was short lived.

“I cant think either.”

Her eyebrows were knitted in slight pain and sadness, something he recognised within his own head. She couldn’t speak.

“Do you regret it?” Rex broke the silence between them.

“What?”

“The other night.”

Jaida paused loudly, but spoke with force after a second passed. “No. I don’t. ”

Silence again.

“I don’t know what to do to make this… better.” Jaida admitted, the vulnerability in her voice making her cringe.

Jaida sighed and fixed her almost tearful expression back to that familiar neutral coldness. “I don’t even understand it.” She almost whispered.

“Neither do I.” His words were barely there. “I don’t think anyone ever does.”

“Then how do you know it’s real?” Jaida swallowed, blinking down her rising dejection.

Rex paused again, but spoke with purpose. He had been brave before, now was no different.

“Because whenever you enter the room it feels like time stops. I always look for you, like seeing you will change everything. And you know what, it does; everything stops.”

Jaida was shocked to hear the confession, and it made her heart melt when she turned to face him. His face was just as creased as hers; just as pained.

He studied her eyes for a second, almost asking for permission to continue, or even to be dared to do so. But he took in a breath and carried on:

“I knew it when we were stuck in that cave, and you fell asleep against the wall. All I could think of was how perfect you looked. Force, I don’t think you’ve ever left my head since.”

She smiled. A wilful smile that covered all of her stern face. She knew that feeling he described and it made her stomach erupt as he spoke of it.

Her words fell as a whisper once again. “I can’t ask you to risk your entire life on this. But you can’t tell how much I want to.” She spoke louder now.

Rex’s eyes softened.

“We’re at war, Jade. Some things are just worth it.” Rex paused and looked to her. Her eyes held a silent beg. “You’re worth it.” He wanted to say, but didn’t. Perhaps a part of him knew that he didn’t need to.

In the dim light, he could hardly see her face at all, but the peace that had spread across it was blindingly clear. Jaida blinked.

And Rex closed the small gap between their faces and pressed his lips against hers; tender and gentle yet proud, as if it was their first. He lifted his hand to cup her face and she melted into his touch, allowing the warmth of his mouth to thaw the cold of her heart. The kiss was acceptance, it was emotion and it was thrill.

“I’m in if you’re in.” He demurred with lighthearted intention.

Jaida smiled softly, joy in her eyes that Rex only caught glimpses of, but she caught his lips in feeble ecstasy.

She broke away with a dainty smile, and Rex laughed.

“I’m in.” The jedi whispered.

He grinned again, wider now as a perfect laugh fell from Jaida’s perfect lips.

His fingers dropped from her cheek and found hers without question, taking her hand in his as he refused to break away from her hopeful eyes.

Rex squeezed her hand, then jolted, taking her with him as he ran out of the hall and back to where the music still rumbled.

Jaida let him whisk her away, gladly.

[themusicplayedherlife]

to love is the greatest gift

3. The Child

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader (past!din djarin x reader | past!obi wan kenobi x satine kryze) characters: f!reader, din djarin, baby djarin obi wan kenobi, anakin skywalker-amidala others word count: 6k+ warnings: angst, fluff, death, longing, slow burn, guilt summary: au! It has never been the right timing for you and obi wan, but maybe this time will be different. a/n: so, this was planned and partly written before we knew grogu’s name, and there’s actually a reason why baby’s name is baby, but probably won’t come up lol — now we’re just upping the ante and I’m not sorry lol if you have any questions about this story or requests, send them my way and I will try my best to answer ☺️

Then.

The loud noises of the bar were swallowed alive by the cars that rushed by and the occasional helicopter that flew overhead—faint music thumping from all directions; neon lights so bright like artificial stars, fading headlights moving in all directions.

Pretty. Picturesque, but not what you focused on for too long.

You moved fast, hand pulsing with pricks of pain and refusing to listen to Obi Wan, who followed closely behind, pleading for you to stop and—will you listen to me? Your determination to get away from him, the bar, and find his stupid piece of junk car in the packed parking lot drove you forward. He already dragged you out, might as well leave altogether—if only Anakin and Padmé would hurry!

“What were you thinking?” he asked after you, voice thick with worry and indignation as he kept up with your quick pace.

“He was being an asshole!”

“So you decided to punch him?” He heaved a sigh, grabbing your wrist and keeping you from continuing (or from running away from his impending lecture). “A man twice your size?”

You jerked away from his hold, refusing to meet his gaze and find disappointed blue eyes staring back at you. “You didn’t hear what he was saying—”

“Oh, I heard perfectly, my dear, but I wasn’t about to engage with some drunkard.” He said it so dismissively and judgmentally that you recoiled, the anger you managed to release earlier coming back tenfold, but this time for a different reason. 

Why did he always have to be so non confrontational, so unlike Anakin and his hit-first-think-later personality? Why couldn’t he allow himself to get angry even for only a moment? Why did everyone else have to get angry for him? More importantly, why did you have to get angry for him? You don’t understand!

“How are you not mad then?” you outcried, throwing your hands up in the air. “He called you—”

“Why would I be?” He smiled, like he knew something you didn’t, and it only made you more frustrated. “I have you to defend my honor.”

“That's—Obi Wan! Seriously?” Maker, he was too much! “Take this seriously, will you?”

He chuckled and reached for your hand, the same one that had glocked the giant’s jaw. It hurt, a lot, much more than you were willing to admit, but in Obi Wan’s hands, the pain felt nonexistent. 

“I didn’t expect you to hit him.” You wished he looked at you, showed you what he was thinking. He squeezed your hand in his, inspecting it gently. “Could’ve gotten hurt.” He sighed again. “I wanted to—needed you safe.”

“I wasn’t going to let him get away with saying those things about you,” you murmured, the cold air harsh in your throat, hard to swallow, but his hand was warm—he was warm.

“I know.” He ran his thumb over the area, careful to not cause you more discomfort—always so careful and sweet with you. But there was something swimming in those eyes of his, a hint of something you couldn’t quite place as they followed the movements of his thumb. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your birthday,” you murmured.

“You could never.” He lifted your hand higher and you allowed him to—let his warm breath fan over your stinging skin. “My little warrior.”

Lips connected with your knuckles—soft, plush, delicate, and your breath hitched—he was never this bold with you, always keeping you at a certain distance for as long as you could remember—his darling, but never truly his.

“I am envious of the person you will choose to spend the rest of your life with,” he said, hesitant—barely breaking through the blood rushing in your ear—wanting to say more than what he was allowing himself to; hand dared to push back a stray piece of hair that couldn’t stay in place, choosing to dance with the wind. “Your future family will be lucky to have you.”

Now.

Din’s love can be powerful and kind. But he is also a man with too many layers and shields up to protect himself from the onslaught of cruelty life can gift to one human being.  

Someone once told you (joked really) that loving him was like the age old question of how many licks did it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop. It was a stupid analogy then and it’s still a stupid analogy now, but it didn’t make it any less fitting.

Anakin never understood your relationship with Din, seeing only the surface level of the man you were once in love with. Padmé saw beyond the gruff and tough exterior, but she grew worried that you’d expend too much of your love and energy to get to where he could finally return it with equalness.

And she was right.

Sometimes, it was too much, and the selfish part of you wanted to walk away many times; wanted to give up the patience that you had thought you’d nurtured and grown over the years. But you’d fought against that selfish part of you, stood strong and tall as you worked through all of his layers of armor. Loved him and his toddler that you saw as your own (because he was, he was much more yours than the mother that left him on Din’s doorstep a couple of years ago).

It was Din who gave in first, the struggle of having someone wanting to be part of his life, wanting to give their all to him was so foreign to the poor man that sometimes he didn’t know what to do other than fight against it—against your love. 

Even if he was the one to end it, there was no denying he had loved you, loved you in ways that were intimate, kind, and sweet. He made you feel things that no one else had, made your mind and body sing in ways that you sometimes search for in other partners.

Although the love you share now is different, like friends that have seen each other grow and blossom into who they are today, you don’t regret the time you spent learning and loving each other. He’s the first real, adult relationship you have ever had (and in a way you’re his first too), after all. You don’t regret any of it.

You don’t think he does, either.

“Are you sure you can watch Baby?” His fretting is still as cute as ever, worried that he’s asking too much of you. He knows Baby is yours as much as he is his, but his insecurities always get the best of him.

“Yes, yes!” You wave him away, too busy focusing on your little one with his chubby hands grabbing at your necklace. Maker, how you adore him. “I don’t have any meetings today”—thankfully—“I only have to go over the checklist for the Winter Charity Gala.” You finally spare him a glance as he hovers by the door. “Besides, people love babies, and if they don’t we could just switch guides or kick them out—either or, isn’t that right, my little womp rat?”

Baby giggles, slapping your chest gently in excitement, his little legs squeezing your middle as you balance him with one hand holding him and the other holding his leg. “Yes!”

He sighs heavily, muttering your name like he used to when you “sacrificed” nights to help him when Baby was teething and wouldn’t let him sleep. 

You roll your eyes affectionately. “Stop it, Din. It’s fine. My work is flexible and besides, I've been wanting to spend more time with Baby during the week, anyway.” 

His expression falls and his eyes fill with remorse, and stars are you a horrible person. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad!

“Din, I didn’t mean it like that.” You would never blame him for spending time with his son. The fact that he even lets you take him on weekends or even spend days with him during the week is such a huge thing. You’re not Baby’s mom, but Din lets you be his mom. “I just meant I love spending time with Baby.”

“I’m sorry,” he croaks.

“Don't be! You do more than enough,” you assure him, berating yourself for even making him think you don’t appreciate what he does for you. “You don’t need to let me spend time with Baby, but you do. You make sure I do.”

“Of course, I could do no less,” he says, soft and warm, like the blankie you and Din bought Baby when he turned one. “You are Baby’s buir. Blood or no blood.” He closes the distance between you and wraps his arm around you and Baby, pressing his forehead against yours. “We are family.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, and he smiles down at you, kind and tenderly. His own eyes glassy and the area around his eyes red. “Family,” you repeat, heart bursting in your throat.

“Family!” Baby exclaims, making you and Din burst into wet laughter.

“That’s right, ad’ika,” Din says, rubbing Baby’s back. “Who am I?”

“Papa!”

“And who am I?”

“Mama!” It never gets old hearing him call you that.

“Our Baby is so smart,” you coo, kissing his chubby cheeks loudly, making him giggle and lean into you for more kisses that you’re willing to give. “So, so smart!”

There’s a knock on the door and Din moves just slightly to where you could see the door as you ask who it is.

“It’s, uh, Obi Wan.” Your breath hitches, the hold you have on Baby tightening slightly—I’ve missed you, my dear. I will see you soon; warmth on a cold night, hands brushing hair away from eyes and tears away—shit.

“Who?” 

Glancing at Din, you realize you haven’t told him about Obi Wan’s sudden return… visit… whatever this is, not two nights ago when you showed up at his apartment and asked if you could spend the night or yesterday morning when you woke up with puffy eyes and made them a breakfast too large for a family of three. 

His eyebrows furrow in question, trying to figure out who Obi Wan is on his own. He practically knows everyone you work with or are friends with except for Obi Wan, whose picture he has definitely seen and name he has definitely heard offhandedly from Anakin and the others but can’t quite place. 

“Come in, Obi.” It’s a slip of the tongue, an affectionate nickname that you can’t quite stop yourself from saying even in the presence of an ex-lover.

“Obi?” Din mouths.

You really owe him an explanation.

“I’m sorry about my sudden intrusion, darling. Anakin”—of course Anakin has something to do with this—“had hoped we could have lunch together. He’s sent me—” The door opens slowly and Obi Wan peers into the room, almost as if afraid to enter. And with good reason, when he sees Din and Baby his mouth falls slightly agape at the unexpected sight and he trails off. “Sorry, I didn’t know you had company, if I had known—”

“It’s fine, Obi Wan,” you interject softly, hiking Baby higher on your hip. He’s getting bigger and heavier now, harder to hold, but it doesn’t stop you from carrying your little one. “You’re not interrupting.”

“I was just leaving,” Din follows, glancing at you with intrigue and the silent question of—who is he? You exhale softly.

“Din, this is Obi Wan Kenobi, an… old friend of mine and Luke and Leia’s godfather.” Recognition flashes in his eyes. “Obi Wan, this is Din Djarin.”

“It is nice to finally meet you.” Din moves away from you to offer his hand to Obi Wan, who accepts it. “I have heard a lot about you.”

“As have I,” Obi Wan says, stern and firm, guarded and completely unlike the Obi Wan you once knew. 

Din raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything while you groan internally. What exactly has Anakin been feeding Obi Wan?

“What about Baby?” The little one in your arms squirms indignantly and you laugh, finding him looking at you with a scrunched up face, displeased that you haven’t introduced him, yet.

“I’m sorry, honey.” You nuzzle his little button nose with yours, closing some distance between you and Obi Wan. “Obi Wan, this is Baby Djarin, Din’s son.”

“Our,” Din corrects, shooting you a look.

“Right.” You bite your lip to hide your wide smile, ducking your head before nodding. “Our son.”

Obi Wan blinks, taken aback by the sudden information, and you don’t blame him. You’ll have to explain this situation to him, since apparently Anakin and Padmé chose to omit this part of your life from him, at a later date. (You ignore the fact that you have as well, but then again, you weren’t the one that kept in touch with him after he left the second time, and it’s not like you’ve had a chance to tell him since he got back either.)

He clears his throat and a smile settles on his lips, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “It is a pleasure to meet you too, little one.”

Baby is absolutely delighted that Obi Wan is offering his hand, practically jumping out of your arms to shake his hand. Din quickly balances him and you by placing a hand in your back and another on Baby’s tummy.

“Careful,” he murmurs, which makes Baby pout and mutter, “No, thank you,” even though he’s straightening up. Chuckling, he ruffles his son’s curls. “I should get going.”

“Good luck,” you tell him, watching him lean down to kiss the top of Baby’s brown curls. “There’s no doubt you’ll get the job.”

He sighs, a corner of his lips lifting into an unsteady smile. He’s nervous. “I hope so.”

“Hey, you’re going to do great,” you assure him firmly. “You know all the ins and out, and have Cara and Greef vouching for you. You are more than qualified for this position.”

He cracks a small smile. “Yeah, you’re right.” He doesn’t sound super convinced, but he still manages to nod resolutely and picks up his sling bag, but then he pauses. “You sure this is fine?”

You roll your eyes again. “Yes, Din. It’s fine. Baby being here is no trouble at all. The team loves him.”

“Okay. Okay. Just—I’ll try to head back as soon as I’m done.”

“Take your time and don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”

His head tilts slightly, but then he nods, finally relenting. Turning to Obi Wan, he says, “Again, it was nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” Obi Wan supplies back, it’s still tense and stern, but there’s something else too, something detached and unfocused.

Din doesn’t let it bother him, instead focusing on his son. “Bye, Baby.”

“Bye, Papa!”

“I’ll see you both later.”

“Yeah, yeah, go!” you urge. He shoots you a look and you laugh. “Go.” 

Din finally slips out the door but not without another kiss to Baby’s head.

“Son?” Obi Wan breaks his silence as you put Baby down.

He’s quick to run to his bag and pull out a blanket, handing it to you to place for him on the floor, in front of the blue, grey loveseat. Din and you always place it on top to make it easy to take out, and after seeing you and his dad do it so many times, Baby just knows his ground blanket is always on top.

“Yes.” You spread the blanket out, smoothing it, and Baby tries to help by grabbing the corners and tugging.

“How old is he?”

“Hey, Baby,” you faux whisper, “wanna tell Obi how old you are?”

Holding up four fingers in Obi Wan’s direction, he practically yells, “Thwee, almost four!”

Obi Wan chuckles, thoroughly amused at how excited Baby is to share his age and his inability to truly say the letter r. “Wow! You’re so big.”

“Yes,” Baby says, dropping himself onto his bottom once he’s satisfied with how you’ve laid out the blanket. “Very big!”

“He’s turning four in a month,” you inform him with a smile, sitting down next to your little one. “It’s why he’s starting to put up four fingers. Luke and Leia have been teaching him.”

“So Anakin and Padmé know?”

“Of course they do. Why wouldn’t they?”

His eyebrows furrow and he looks away from you for a moment. “They didn't mention it to me.”

“Oh.” Probably because Anakin didn’t think they’d be part of my life after Din and I broke up. But that’s not what you voice, instead you say, “I figured they hadn’t with how you reacted earlier.”

“Baby is from a previous relationship of his?” He wasn’t, not exactly, but Obi Wan doesn’t need to know what isn’t your information to give. “And you and Din are co-parenting?” He raises an eyebrow, a perfectly arched eyebrow, and it reminds you so much of the young Obi Wan Kenobi that you’d try so hard to impress with your ever growing knowledge.

You’re sure he doesn’t mean to sound like he’s being judgmental, but it sure as hell sounds like it when he stares at you like that—like he’s questioning your choices. You don’t like it. Never did.

“Baby was only a few months old when he came into our lives.”

“You have grown attached.” It isn’t a question, it’s a statement, a heavy loaded statement, one you don’t know if you even want to begin to decipher.

You sigh slowly and say, “Yes, Obi Wan. I am attached.” Baby slaps his hands on your thighs, grinning toothily, and you smooth his hair away from his wide, brown eyes. “How could I not be? We are family. Blood or no blood.”

“I see.” He wants to say more, you can tell by the way he speaks his words slowly, with restraint.

Something bubbles in your stomach, nothing pleasant. It's anger and frustration and this need to yell at him like when you were both younger and less mature. It only ever happened when he wasn’t listening to you, treating you like you had no idea what you were doing or saying. It was rare those moments, mostly born from lack of sleep from all-nighters focused on essays and exams, or sometimes born from nothing at all, just bad luck and circumstance.

It makes you want to push, just like then; to force him to tell you exactly what he wants to say. It’s never stopped him before, so why now? But Baby babbling in full sentences to himself while trying to pull his toys out of his bag reminds you that you are not that person anymore, haven’t been that person in such a long time. And maybe it’s for the best.

 “Wed truck?” Baby asks, showing off the newest toy in his collection, and when you place your hand out, thinking he wants to give it to you, he stands on his two little feet and walks over to Obi Wan, careful to not trip over the blanket. “Cheer up, pwease. Wed truck will help!”

Any hint of anger or frustration or hurt that may have remained, dissipates as Baby looks up at the standing man, his little hand holding onto his pant leg and the other holding up the truck. 

Obi Wan stares down at him, and that earlier aloofness, that stern way he regarded Din, and even you with, is gone, replaced by something tender, warm and soft. “Thank you, Baby,” he says, dropping to his eye level and gingerly taking the truck from chubby hands—the toy that seems so big in Baby’s hand completely swallowed by his larger one.

Baby lets out a pleased giggle and tilts his head, grabbing onto Obi Wan’s knees. “You're very welcome!” With a random smooch to Obi Wan’s nose, he moves away from him and makes his way over to you, grinning proudly.

Obi Wan stands, watching the little boy fondly as you ruffle his hair, giving him a wet kiss to his cheek that makes him laugh loudly. “You’re raising a wonderful boy, both you and Din.”

You pause your onslaught of kisses—Baby managing to slip away from your grasp—and you watch him closely, love filling your chest. “I like to believe we are.”

Baby moves to his bag and pulls out his learning tablet, immediately plopping down with it and opening up the case to pull up one of his many learning apps. It had taken you and Din a long time to finally give in and get him the darn thing, but Padmé had vouched for the item. Now Baby can’t have enough of it, always curious about everything and waving the thing in your face occasionally to ask you a question.

“I always knew your future family would be lucky,” he says, far away look in his eyes and smile barely lifted—there, just not wide. Your breath stutters. “You and Din make a lovely couple.”

Did he not know? Is this why he didn’t know about baby?

“Obi—” Your eyebrows furrow and you find yourself standing, tentatively reaching for his hand—and why do you feel like easing whatever turmoil he is in?—“Din and I… we care for eachother, deeply. He is my friend, the father of my child, but he and I—we haven’t been together in such a long time.”

“Maker.” He breathes in and out, squeezing your hand and lifting it to his face. “I have no right to be—I have been gone for too long, haven’t I?” He rests it against the slope of his cheek, nuzzling into your palm. “Missed out too much on your life. You’ve grown so much.” 

“So have you,” you whisper, allowing him to press kisses to your palm, wanting nothing more than to weave your hands into his hair. You repeat the words, because it’s true. You can see it in his tired eyes, how they don’t shine as they once used to—the lines that have appeared at the edge of his eyes and the beard he’s starting to grow out, keeping it nice and trim.

“Not as much as you think, my darling.” He chuckles, kissing your wrist one last time and just allowing your hand to cradle his cheek. “Appearance wise, maybe. But mentally…”

“That can’t be true. You wouldn’t be here if it were.” Even if it’s only for a couple of days.

“Perhaps.”

Baby giggles and you briefly glance at him. He’s perfectly content, mouthing words and sounding them out.

“If I,” Obi Wan starts, stealing your attention from your baby, “if I told you I wanted to stay, what would you say?”

Your throat swallows—dry, like sandpaper, eyes wide as they study him, searching for a semblance of uncertainty or lie in his words. Perhaps for a confirmation that this isn’t a cruel joke meant to tug at your heartstring and pull them apart until you’ve become undone. There is nothing in his clear, blue eyes that tells you it is. 

But you know that Obi Wan wouldn’t say something like this without it holding some truth.

He waits patiently for you, eyes searching yours just as intensely—but he’s worried, eyes wavering, unconfident.

This isn’t you. This isn’t him. This topsy-turvy, unstable relationship where you’re trying to figure out the other person, learn who they have become in the years lost without asking or finding a reason to talk. No, your relationship was always about comfort, knowing the other by watching and observing, of making the other feel safe—at home.

You know how to respond, “I would say: welcome home, Obi Wan Kenobi.”

“I’m home,” his voice hoarse and thick, “my little warrior.”

Your mouth falls open—the words, the question: “are you truly staying?” stuck in your throat and trying to form on your tongue, but you’re in disbelief. “Obi-Wan, what—”

A small arm slivers around your leg, and you stumble forward from the startle and momentum, knocking into Obi Wan. Strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you upright and steady against his chest. Your eyes lock onto blue ones in surprise and he mumbles a soft, “Hello, there.”

You huff under your breath, mumbling your own, “hello” and he smiles at the sound. Ignoring the flutter in your tummy and chest (blaming it on the stumble you almost took), you glance down to find Baby with an arm wrapped around Obi Wan’s leg and yours, hugging you both tightly. 

“Welcome home, Obi,” he exclaims when you both glance down.

Obi Wan laughs loud, head thrown back and hair falling over his eyes—your heart constricts at the sight. When was the last time you saw him laugh like this—not in pictures or videos but in person? 

Too long, your heart supplies in a broken whisper.

“Why thank you, little one.” He slowly untangles himself from you and crouches down in front of Baby, brushing his curls away from his face. “Would you like to see a magic trick?”

“Magic?” Baby claps, letting out an excited chirp of agreement, ready to be wowed by whatever Obi Wan was about to show him. “Yes, please!”

Warmth takes over you as you watch how gentle Obi Wan is with Baby, which doesn’t surprise you. But it hits differently when it’s your own child he’s being sweet to. Is this what it would’ve been like if he had given you both a chance? Kids of your own? Marriage?

Your phone rings, pulling you out of a spiral of thoughts you would rather not go down when he’s present. You thank the maker for the timely call and answer without a thought—“Anakin.”

“Where are you?”

You sigh, turning away from Obi Wan and Baby to focus on your shelves full of astronomy books. “I’m not coming to lunch.”

Baby squeals in delight and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips as he grabs the quarter Obi Wan produced from thin air.

“Is that the little womp rat I hear?” You hummed in agreement, briefly explaining why Baby is with you and not his father. “That usually doesn’t stop you from coming out to lunch with me.”

Baby shows you the coin and you mouth an excited, “Woah, that’s amazing!” He laughs giddily and returns it to Obi Wan, asking him to do it again.

You briefly glance at Obi Wan and Baby and lock eyes with the former. You offer him a small smile before quickly turning away. “You have something to tell him, don’t you? You said you would.”

“I—I know.”

“Not so easy, is it?” you murmur, trying to make a joke out of it, but it falls flat, and you know it does when he sighs.

“I’ll do it. I will,” he affirms. “Rip it off like a bacta strip.”

“Ani, you don’t have to.”

He’s quiet for a moment and when he breaks it, his voice does too, “I owe him this much.”

This much. Clean—the air was too clean when there was blood and death and—stop!

You shake your head and your heart drops to your stomach. Stars. You should’ve figured this had nothing to do with Obi Wan but everything to do with Anakin. Maker, how stupid could you have been? You were so worried about you and Obi Wan that you neglected Anakin completely!

“Ani—“ your breath stutters.

“Darling?” You turn around, and Obi Wan stands only a few steps away from you, Baby sitting on his forearm as if weighed nothing—blue eyes watching you worriedly. “Everything all right?”

No.

“Yes.” You clear your throat. “I think Baby and I will be joining you for lunch, afterall.” Anakin says your name, and you cut him off. “We’ll meet you by the pendulum.” Anakin once more says your name, but you hang up on him.

“Shall we get going?” You meet Obi Wan’s gaze with a shaky smile, pushing your hair away from your face. 

There was never a dull moment when it was you, Padmé, and Obi Wan. Your headmistress used to call you and Padmé trouble, wondering how it was possible you two could influence each other so badly and still keep up with your grades—as if sneaking out and fooling around occasionally was so blasphemous.

Things only got livelier when you graduated and Anakin moved to Coruscant. Thankfully for your headmistress’ blood pressure, you were long gone, starting university and finally moving into the apartment your parents had promised you would be yours (and Anakin’s). Instead, you were giving Obi Wan headaches and Padmé heart palpitations.

Much to their dismay and your amusement.

“Remember when you punched the guy?”

“Don’t remind me!” You groan, clutching your hand. “My hand still hurts whenever I think of that night.”

“If I remember correctly, Anakin also punched him,” Obi Wan says pointedly in Anakin’s direction. “And that ultimately got us banned from the bar.”

“To be fair, he was asking for it.” Anakin shrugs. “I only finished the job she started.”

“Go!” Padmé yelled, louder and with much force than Anakin. 

“What?” You didn’t even get to finish the word as the large man you had punched emerged from the bar, blood caked to his face and eye swollen beyond belief—which you know for a fact you didn’t do. And he wasn’t alone; four other men with menacing mugs followed after him, heads whipping in different directions—until they landed in your direction.

Your eyes widened and your heart dropped to your stomach—that’s not good. “Kriff!” 

Without waiting for the others, Obi Wan took your hand in his and began to lead you away from the parking lot, ignoring your sudden yelp at being tugged in the opposite direction of where you were positive he parked his car. 

“What did you do, Anakin?” Obi Wan yelled back at the twenty year old, who looked far too amused by the situation than he should’ve been.

“Gave him a little taste of what he deserved!”

Padmé yelled something, voice drowned out by a motorcycle rushing by you, but it was followed by laughter so loud it overpowered the sounds of the ever alive city.

“What was it that Padme said while we were running?” you ask, trying to remember with narrowed eyes.

“That they couldn’t take us anywhere nice,” Anakin says with a shit eating grin.

You scoff, muttering, “That’s right,” while turning to Baby to make sure he was finishing his soup.

“And she was right.” Obi Wan shakes his head. “Having to pick up my car from the tow yard was a nightmare the next morning.”

“Hey! Padmé and I thought you two were already in the car.” Anakin gestures between you and Obi Wan. “I was kind of chancing on our getaway car being ready, but no, instead you two were just standing there in the middle of the parking lot.”

Lips connected with your knuckles—soft, plush, delicate and your breath hitched—he was never this bold with you, always keeping you at a certain distance for as long as you could remember—his darling, but never truly his.

The corners of your lips drop and you try to pick them up again as best as you can, hoping it doesn’t look like a grimace. It does. You know it does with how Obi Wan’s smile wavers and Anakin glances between you with a raised brow.

“Well,” Obi Wan starts, hoping to remove the uncomfortable veil that has fallen over you, “it’s a birthday I’ll never forget.”

“It was a good one, wasn’t it?” Anakin takes the bait, recalling that night fondly. “But nothing beats turning 18 and finally moving to Coruscant, for me.”

You laugh under your breath and Obi Wan chuckles, both sounding a little strained, but Anakin doesn't seem to notice. Probably for the best.

“All done,” Baby suddenly celebrates, raising his arms with glee in your direction.

“Good job, you little womp rat!” Anakin reaches for Baby and cleans his face with a napkin, your little one allowing him to do so, unlike when you try to do it. While Anakin might have some thoughts towards Din, there was no denying Baby holds a spot in Anakin’s soft heart.

“I’ll get the check,” Obi Wan offers, waving to get the attention of your waiter. You’re about to refute him, but Anakin nudges your shoe and shakes his head. Sighing softly, you close your mouth and watch him give up his card to the young man that had been serving your table.

“Thank you,” you whisper gratefully and he smiles at you.

“It’s my pleasure, darling.”

With your meal paid and Obi Wan’s card returned to him, you exit the restaurant with Baby holding your hand and walking, refusing to be held and carried to the trolley. It means you’ll be walking slower, but maybe this is exactly what you need to be able to tell Obi Wan—more time.

You and Anakin exchange looks and he gives you a little nod while you let out a sigh—it’s now or never. 

Rip it off like a bacta strip, little one.

“Obi Wan,” you start slowly, “there’s something we need to tell you.”

He pauses mid walk and steps aside to leave an area of the sidewalk free for people to walk by. It’s a busy day, even for a weekday, but it’s not surprising. The plaza and park near the Observatory are always busy on bright, sunny days.

“We’ve been—we’ve been having—” Anakin lets out a growl of annoyance, struggling to be able to form the words. His eyebrows scrunch up and he scowls, and you gently pull him back with a squeeze of his shoulder. He glances at you and you tilt your head to the side.

He sighs and steps aside, taking Baby from you and leading him over to the grassy field to distract him for a few minutes.

“Is everything all right?” There’s a hint of panic in Obi Wan’s words and you quickly nod to try and dispel it.

“Yes!” He’s taken aback by the volume of your voice and you soften your next words, “Everything is fine. There’s just something he’s—we’ve been wanting to tell you for quite some time.” Now that your hands are unoccupied, you wring them and keep your eyes leveled with his chest. “Every year, for the past few years, we—we’ve been visiting your father’s resting place,” you whisper, afraid of what speaking these words aloud might do to him. Last time you tried telling him, he shut down the idea before you could even bring it up completely. 

“I—I see,” he answers with trepidation, unsure.

“Everyone gets together to clean the area and replace the flowers we leave for him when we visit.”

“I—I appreciate it.”

“And when we’re done we go home and we—”

“You honor my father,” he says hoarsely, finishing it off for you.

“It’s what he wanted,” you murmur. And it was. He knows this. He was present when Qui Gon said so. “We would—we would like it if you joined us, Obi Wan. Everyone brings a dish and we have live music, and we share stories—”

“I—I see… and when is this happening?”

“The day before—”

“The day before he passed,” he once again finishes for you and you nod hesitantly, finally looking up to meet his gaze, and although he’s already looking at you, his eyes are glazed over, not exactly focused on you.

“Obi—”

He takes a step back and clears his throat. “I’m sorry, darling. I—I need to go.”

Not again. Please, not again!

“Obi—” you try once more, reaching for his hand, but he jerks away and your hand falls, grasping the empty space between the two of you—again.

“Please tell Anakin I will speak to him soon.” He turns on his heels and swiftly walks away—shoulders tense and never once looking back.

“You must let go when the time comes, little one.”

Your shoulders sag, letting out a shaky breath as Anakin comes to a stop beside you. There’s no need to look at him to know he’s been hurt by Obi Wan’s reaction, because you have been too. But what is there to expect of a person who doesn’t want to let go of the dead?

Obi Wan was right, he hasn’t changed at all, and you were a fool to hope otherwise. 

“Let’s go,” you break the silence, taking Baby from him and placing Anakin’s hand—that hand—in yours, not missing the way it trembles in your hold.

Mando’a translations

Buir = parents/son/daughter

Ad’ika = my child

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The Sun and The Moon

(Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader)

Episode I: The Timeline of Romeo & Juliet Part One

Summary: “You were one of the 12 Padawans that Luke Skywalker taught. There, you met the love of your life. Your first best friend, your first lover and your first Boyfriend; Ben Solo. Everything was perfect. That is, until the Jedi Temple was burned by Ben himself. 5 years pass since you last saw him and he isn’t the man you used to know. The Moon preferred darkness and in that darkness, Kylo Ren was born.”

Warnings: some swearing, murder and mental illness. Also, Rey is not in this and I won’t follow the exact plot of the triology.

The Sun and The Moon Masterlist

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6 Years Old

“My patience wears thin so I will say this one more time,” a man spoke, his face not visible from your point of view. You held your breath and hid beneath the floorings, just like your mother told you to. You saw the feet of two Stormtroopers take a step towards your mother, their guns raising up. “Give us the one who was promised, the one you call Saviour, and we’ll be on our way. Failure to comply will result in death. Your death.”

Your six-year-old heart beated rapidly as you watched on from below. Your hair was an unruly mess and dirt covered your face. You were trying your best not to move, afraid you’d be in front of what you assumed were the ‘bad guys’. “She’s not here, I already told you. The Saviour is but a rumour, a myth. You are wasting your time.”

It was your fault. If only you had kept your ‘powers’, as your mom called them, hidden. She told you, no she demanded, that you mustn’t ever use them. And you did. But it wasn’t your fault.

You see, the village’s bully had thrown your doll on top of the tree. When you thought no one was looking, you managed to use the force to bring it back towards you. You didn’t understand this ‘power’ you had, you were but a small child. But your mother did. And she did everything in her power to keep it hidden.

But the fact is, someone was watching. In particular, it was the old lady who lived across from you. She was from the unfortunate end of the riches scale and had clothes with multiple stitches across the fabrics.

The man chuckles, walking over to your mother. He places a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, your mother flinching as his finger makes contact with her skin. The grip of your hand on the doll tightens in fear. “You scavengers are so gullible. Did you really think your own neighbours wouldn’t rat you out for a couple of credits?”

Your mother’s eyes widened, now shaking her head rapidly. “Please, please, please don’t do this! She’s just a little girl! Don’t you understand that the Dark Side is not the way of life! It’s not too late to change sides, you can still follow the light!”

“The light,” the man started, circling around your mother before the clicks of the guns that the Stormtroopers held rung across the room. “Is a joke. You want to bring balance to the world yet you use weak, primitive methods to reach the objective. And where did that lead to exactly? The exitinction of the Jedi? The rise of the First Order? The light is pathetic and weak.”

He then takes a step back before looking at the Stormtroopers, nodding his head. Multiple shots rang, before a ‘thud’ was heard. And there she was. Your mother. On the floor. The women you raised you, the women who would rip her own clothing just to make you a blanket, was now gone. “Hopefully I get a promotion for bringing in the stupid little girl.”

Tears streamed profusely down your face as your mother’s face fell exactly in the flooring in which you were hiding under. You held the doll against your mouth, desperate not to let out a squeak, desperate not to cry in case you might reach the same fate as your mother. “Search every inch of this place. The child must be here-“

“General! Luke Skywalker has penetrated our defences! I repeat, Luke Skywalker has-“, the transmitter went silent. The General let out a groan, smashing the transmitter against the wall. Pieces of the machinery fell against the wall as the General breathed in and out heavily.

“Let’s get out of here before that mongrel catches up to us!” He yelled at the Stormtroopers, before storming out, stepping on your mother’s back on the way out. Your hands were shaking and when you heard a plane fly away, you let out the first of many sobs.

You got up from your position, running over to the secret door on the floor. You opened it before climbing out and rushing towards your mother’s now cold and soulless body. “Mom?Mom! You have to- you have to get up! P-please mommy! You- you have dinner to make, a-and then we go shopping mommy. You promised mommy, you promised.”

But your mother did not respond, making you cry even more. As a child, you did not know exactly what this meant. You did not know that it was impossible for your mother to open her eyes and look at you one more time. “Mommy please! You can wake up from sleepy time, the bad man is gone now.”

You heard the door slowly creak open, making you jump back in fright. You were shakingly violently, hugging the doll in fright. A foot stepped in, before a man with a grey beard and unruly hair walked in. You then ran in front of your mother, trying to protect her. “Go away! You can’t hurt mommy! I have powers so you- you should be very scared!”

The old man smiled at you, putting his hands up to show you he was not going to hurt you. That he was but a friend and not a foe. He looked at you in sadness as he saw your mother’s dead figure lying on the floor.

“Hello Y/N. My name is Luke Skywalker.”

One Week Later

You sat by yourself at the Jedi Temple, eating a bowl of steamed rice. After a week of travelling in harsh, hot conditions with Luke Skywalker, you finally found yourself able to rest on a rock carved as a seat and a table made out of the erosion of limestone from the sea.

You heard the chatter of some Padawans who were laughing and talking with one another, obviously having known each other for a year or so. You were a late Padawan, but as Luke had said, it did not matter. His own father, Anakin, trained to be Jedi at the age of 9, three years later than yourself.

It was your first day and you had yet to make new friends. It’s not like you wanted to anyway, after what you have been through. You were now very wary when meeting new people, especially people who were three times your age like Luke himself. You’d always analyse your environment, trying to see if any threats surrounded your peripheral vision.

“Can you believe it Almec? That Solo boy killed a bird! How is he still training to be a Jedi?” A boy cried as he walked inside the temple with his friends, holding a bowl of rice. “He should be expelled! He has no care for life or the ways of the Jedi!”

“Luke is obviously deseperate for more Jedi’s if he’s allowing a murder like him to train with us,” another boy spoke, who you assumed was Almec. He had daring green eyes and devilish brown hair. He looked at you as he walked by, making you quickly look down at your food in embarrassment, red prominent on your cheeks. Him and his friends then took a seat a table away from you. “He’s only getting special treatment because he has Skywalker’s blood in him.”

Deciding you were done with your food, you got up and walked inside the kitchen, placing your bowl near the sink. After you were done washing up your bowl, you walked back inside the eating area and headed towards the exit. As you were walking out, you made eye contact with Almec. This time he gave you a small smile in which you returned before hurriedly out of the Temple and into the environment.

You breathed in the fresh air as you slowed your pace, desperate to take in the serene environment around you. The Jedi temple was located in an empty piece of land with endless vast of grass. There were also trees that grew amongst the edge of the island and some in the centre and around the temple.

There were also huts the surrounded the temples and were scattered around the island. There was 8 to be exact. All Padawans were paired with another of the same sex in each hut. Luke had his own hut and because you had just came yesterday, you got your own hut all to yourself.

‘I can’t save it,’ you heard a voice in your head speak. You stopped in your tracks, confusion filling your mind. It wasn’t just confusion, it was fear. But it wasn’t your own. You then looked into the forest and felt it calling you, felt it calling your name. So you started walking towards the forest.

‘I can’t save it,’ you heard the same voice speak. You then realised this wasn’t someone talking, but it was someone’s thoughts. Specifically, a boy’s thoughts. You wandered into the forest, hearing the ocean far away hitting the rocks. You kept walking, looking around to find something, someone.

‘I can’t save it.’

‘Save what,’ you kept thinking, as you moved the branches of trees away from your face in order to progress further. You then stopped, seeing a mop of black hair. His back was towards you, holding something in his hand.

You felt an instant connection towards him. You felt like you had to protect him and that you could trust him with your life. It was weird, because someone had just murdered your mother yet here you are, willing to trust a stranger.

It seemed like he had felt it too as he quickly turned around, his eyes now on you. Your eyes widened in shocked, now scared that he caught you looking at him. But that was quickly forgotten when you saw a dead bird in his hands, it’s wings chopped off. You let out a scream, moving backwards. Your legs however tripped over a branch on the floor you did not see, making you fall in the ground.

You were about to run away before you heard his voice, in particular, the voice you heard in your head just minutes ago. “Wait please! Please! It- it isn’t what it looks like!”

You then looked at him, your breathing still erratic. You were scared but somehow you felt like you should stay, like you should listen to what he had to say. He then gulped, taking a step forward. This had made you crawl backwards, trying to keep distance. The boy had seen this and felt a rush of pain within his heart. He did not what you to be scared of him like the others. He did not know you, but you were new. He had a chance to finally form a friendship and he messed it up.

“My- my name is Ben. I found the bird dead, it’s wings chopped off. I- I think it was an animal that did this,” he explained, looking at you directly in the eyes. He then took a step forward and this time you did not move back. “I’m trying to- I’m trying to save it. I heard about this power where a Jedi could heal things and I thought I could do it too. Apparently I can’t do that, I can’t do anything right and now you are probably scared of me like everyone else-“

You watched as the 8 year old boy rambled on and on, seeing the look of rejection and desperation in his eyes. It seemed that Ben was used to it now, the rejection. But still, that didn’t stop the pain and feeling of unworthiness that tagged along with it. You got up from the ground, with Ben still rambling about how he was trying to save the bird.

And you believed him. So to save him and you from the misery of his rambling, you decided to cut him off.

“I’m Y/N.”

13 Years Old

You breathed heavily as you dodged the incoming lightsaber that swung above your head. You then brought your lightsaber close to you, attacking your opponent. Your lightsabers both hit each other at the same time, letting out a loud mechanical hum.

“Careful, you’re going to break my ‘saber,” Ben joked, dodging your attacks. Luke and the other Padawan’s watched on as the both of you battled each other. It almost looked poetic how you both fought, it looked indentical. Both of you had the same fighting stance, offensive and defensive moves. You both matched each others steps like dancing partners.

“It’s ugly anyway,” you replied before taking steps back. You then ran towards him, Ben readying up to defend himself. As you came close to him you slid down, using the back of the lightsaber to hit the back of his knee. This threw Ben out of balance, causing him to fall and within a secound you stepped on his chest, the lightsaber now in close proximity to his neck. “I win.”

The Padawans all clapped expect Almec and his friends who watched. Almec felt a rush of jealously fill his body. For 7 years, Almec has been trying to speak to you, trying to be your friend. The 15 year old boy would be lying if he said he did not feel an attraction towards you. You were gorgeous, had a blinding smile and a beautiful sense of justice and leadership. But somehow, you only looked at Ben, not him. Ben was your closest and only friend and because of this, Almec resented the raven-haired Padawan.

He always found himself competing with Ben, trying to one-up him all the time. Trying to impress you. But you only had eyes for the Solo boy. Everyone in the Jedi Temple can smell the testosterone battle between Ben and Almec whenever they were up against each other during training, exams and learning of the force. But Ben had always been the best student, only secound to yourself.

Luke Skywalker got up from his feet, making you and Ben take a knee out of respect. You were both panting from the sparring match you had both just partook in with each other. “Master, we hope you are proud with our progression.”

“You are both holding back on your hits,” Luke had spoke, causing all the Padawans to stop clapping and go quiet. “It is obvious you both cannot un-bound yourself from wordly attachments due to the clinging need of emotional attention and devotion from each other. You both are therefore banned from sparring with each other.”

“But Master Luke-“ you protested, getting up from your position. Ben stayed in his position, an angry look on his face like it was to be expected from the Skywalker man.

“I don’t want to hear it!” Luke had spoken, getting up from his position. You looked down, your cheeks reddening in embarrassment for being told off in front of everyone. “It is final. Ben you will now spar with Almec and Y/N you will now spar with Lierra. This will persist until the remainder of your Jedi training.”

Luke looked at you both one last time before turning around and walking out the door. All the Padawans got up and begun leaving the room. Almec in particular had a little smirk on his face as he left the room. You looked at Ben who was staring and the floor in anger and fury. You shook your head, chasing after your master who had left the room.

“Master Luke!” You called out as you saw his retreating figure down the hall. Luke let out a sigh, stopping in his tracks before turning around to face you. He then lifted his eyebrows up, waiting to listen to what you have to say. “I think- I think Ben Solo has been a great sparring partner. I really feel like I’ve progressed with him and I’ve learned a lot-“

“I’m doing this for your own safety,” Luke cut you off, your face now slowly filling with confusion. Luke let out a second sigh, shaking his head. “Y/N, I consider you as one of my own and I give you this one advice. Stay away from him. I know he’s my nephew, but he’s erratic and there’s anger in him. I’m trying- I’m trying to do my best to bring out the light in him, but I don’t want you to be involved in the process. It’s too dangerous. Try being friends with Almec. He’s a good boy.”

You clenched your jaw, your body filling with anger. “His mother and father dispose him in this Temple and his own Uncle talks ill of him. How ridiculous. You should all be ashamed of yourself, depriving a boy of love and support. I will stay friends with him and I’ll always be there when he needs me to be. Thanks for your advice Master Luke, but no thanks.”

You then bowed quickly, before running back towards the sparring room, desperate to see Ben. When you walked back inside the room, you found Ben still in a kneeling position. You rushed towards him before bending down to his level. “Ben, are you okay?”

“He is such a selfish old man!” Ben spoke, finally getting up from his position. He then started pacing around the room, his fingers running through his hair. You stood up, watching him. “He saw how powerful we were together, how well we fought together! And he separated us!”

“Ben, maybe he was right. We were holding back on each other and we won’t progress if we keep holding back-“

“Even when we’re holding back Y/N we are stronger than all the other Padawans! Fuck, we are stronger than all the past Jedi’s combined! You realise what we can achieve together Y/N? We can start the trials now! We can be the youngest Jedi’s to ever exist! We can singlehandedly take over the Galaxy if we wanted to and that frightens him!” He yelled before punching the wall and creating a dent. He then felt a hand on his shoulder, your hand on his shoulder.

“Ben, you must not think like that. We must obey Master Luke and listen to his words of wisdom even though we might not agree with it. Anger leads to the dark side,” you spoke gently, your thumb rubbing circles on his shoulder. Ben closed his eyes, focusing on your touch. He felt himself slowly calming down. That’s what you always did, you helped him calm down, you brought the light back into him whenever anger had consumed him.

He always thought that he was the moon and you were the sun. Without you, he’d be lost in the void of darkness. Without you, he would not be able to see the light.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” his voice cracked as his shoulder slumped down. You nodded at him, giving him a hug. He closed his eyes, breathing in your addictive and heavenly scent. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.”

•

You sat on top of the temple as you and Ben tried to forget what had happened earlier. You both usually did this when everyone else was sleeping; sneak out and look at the stars, the planets. It was a nice getaway from all the Jedi nonsense and responsibilities that tag along with the title.

“Can I tell you something Y/N?” Ben spoke, lifting up his head and placing it on his hand to face you. You turned around with a smile, also facing him.

“You can tell me anything,” you spoke. Ben watched as the moon reflected against your eyes, giving you an ethereal look. His face turned red as the intensity of your eyes, your beauty, was too much from him. You gave him this weird feeling inside of him and he felt a strong connection, a link, with you.

“Are you- are you scared of me?” He asked, his voice small as he was scared of your reply. You looked at him in shock, shaking your head at him.

“No, why would you ask that?”

“I heard Master Luke speak to you, telling you to watch out,” He replied back, looking at his hands in vulnerability. “I try, you know. I try to be the best I can be. But when your own mother is scared of you, when your own Uncle warns people of you, it’s just-“

“Disheartening?” You finished for him. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back his emotion as he silently nodded. You then grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “I think that everyone was wrong to do that. Your mother, your father and your uncle are so wrong about you Ben. You’re an amazing guy. You’re sweet, compassionate, a leader and a hero. You shouldn’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise.”

‘You are amazing,’ he also heard you say, but your mouth didn’t move. He was confused, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. But then he realised it was your thoughts. It was a Jedi Power, to be able to read minds. However, you were the first person he could ever read the mind of, which threw him off.

“Thank you,” Ben replied back after a while, shaking his thoughts of reading your mind out of his head. However he did it, he didn’t want to do it again. He felt like he was invading your privacy. “You are the only person who’s ever been there for me, who’s ever cared. And I owe you an eternal debt that I know could never be repaid-“

You interrupted him, smashing your lips against him. This took Ben by surprise, now too frozen to reply respond to your kiss. He couldn’t think properly, let alone move. He couldn’t stop thinking about your soft, wet lips against his, grazing his ever so delicately. He felt all the nerves within him fire, this being his first ever kiss, now imprinted forever in the back of his mind.

But right as soon as he was going to kiss back, right when his thoughts finally made sense, you had pulled back. He felt the coldness from the absence of your lips. He was so close, just a secound longer and he would’ve replied back to your kiss. But he was too late.

“I’m- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ you begun before letting out a groan as your whole face went red. You did not know what had gotten over you. He was just rambling, looking dashing as ever and you had an instinct, an impulse. “Oh god, this is so embarrassing! I mean, I can’t believe I just kissed you!”

You didn’t mean anything by that last statement, but Ben felt a deep pang inside his chest. The anxiety and depression had further grown tenfolds within him and he felt like the most unwanted living thing in the world. Ben retracted back, finding it hard to breathe.

Was kissing him really that bad, he had thought. Were you really repulsed and turned off from him that kissing him that it was unbelievable and disgusting?

“Can we- can we just forget this happened please?” You asked him, removing your hands to look at him. Ben couldn’t speak so he just nodded at you, gulping. You nodded back before getting up in a hurry. “Well, I’m pretty tired so I’ll just head to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast?”

Ben nodded for the second time today as he watched you quickly scurry off. He then lifted his hand up, his fingers grazing against his lips. He could still feel your lips against him, like a ghost. Him not being able to kiss you back will forever play as nightmares in his sleep. It was his one and only chance to kiss you and now he will never taste your lips ever again.

When you were finally out a sight, Ben clenched his jaw, smashing his fist against the roof beneath him. He then looked up at the sky, feeling isolated and outcasted.

‘Did you really think you might actually have a chance with her?’ He had heard a voice call out, this time a male. He quickly got up, now alert. He pulled out a lightsaber, now in attack mode as he kept spinning around to try to find the source of the voice.

“Who are you!” Ben had called out, feeling fear at the sound of the voice. He then gulped, seeing that there was no one in sight. Wind blew against leaves on the trees, making a rustling sound. There was an owl hooting meters away from him.

‘You will soon find out, my young protégée.’

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[chokemeanakin]

First Kiss - Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader

Summary: Anakin treats you to your first kiss ;)

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Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22469749

It happened on Tatooine. Anakin didn’t want to come back, but you had begged him to show you where he grew up.

“I grew up with Obi-Wan, travelling the galaxy,” Anakin corrected, a scowl clouding his face. “Not on Tatooine. I was just a slave there.”

“But it’s got your history,” you argued. “It’s where Qui-Gon found you. It’s where you build C-3PO. It’s where your--”

“It’s where my mother died,” he bit, jaw tense and eyes shadowed. “I know.”

“Maybe we could visit her.”

Anakin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He did that a lot, ever since he came back from the dark side, to calm the anger inside of him. His hands clenched over the controls of the pod, then suddenly relaxed. When he opened his eyes, he was considerably less tense.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I think she’d like that.”

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“I hate sand,” Anakin muttered as he hopped down from the ship. His boots landed on the ground, sending dust to cloud up around him. He swatted it away from his face.

“Oh, quit pouting,” you take his flesh hand, then raise it over your head with both of yours. “You’re home!”

“This is not my home,” he tried to sound angry, but his face softened when he looked at the smile on your face. He could see you were excited-- for what, he still didn’t understand. You would have to stay in the remote parts of the planet because Anakin would never be welcomed back after what he did to the sand people. You wouldn’t even be able to see the market or Jabba the Hut’s pub, or the place he used to live. Not that Anakin ever wanted to go back to any of those places, anyways. They came for one reason-- to see his mother.

Anakin led the way to the grave. It was just a plank of wood sticking up from the sand, so you weren’t sure how he even knew this was hers. But it was the only thing out here for hundreds of miles, and the somber look on his face was proof enough. This was his mother.

You sat on the sand in front of the wooden plank, drawing shapes in the course minerals. You didn’t say anything, and neither did Anakin as he sat down beside you. The silence was comforting, and just being there was enough. Anakin closed his eyes and his face was peaceful.

You watched him, his face unmoving, as you thought about Anakin and his past. This was where his life began, as a slave, working in a junk shop while his mother struggled to get by. He built his own pod and would race because he was good at it. He built his mother a robot so she wouldn’t have to work so hard. He could still speak the language, as sometimes he would mutter what you were pretty sure were swears under his breath in the foreign tongue.

This was where the sweet, unsuspecting, hopeful little kid who loved flying and wanted to be a Jedi grew up with his mother. He had left her to do just that, and that was the beginning of the end. He never got to see his mother again before she died in his arms. The Jedi Council consistently underestimated his power and belittled him. They alienated him from the one thing he was destined to be. No wonder he turned to Darth Sidious, who was the only person who seemed to trust him in those harrowing times. He had fallen, like Icarus from the sun, like an angel from heaven, and fell and crashed and burned.

But now he was back. He was here again, that same sweet, hopeful boy who just wanted to be a Jedi. And he was sitting before you, with his mother-- a family again.

You were there for hours, until the suns began to lower in the sky. A gust of wind blew sand in your direction, and Anakin cracked an eye open.

“We should get to higher ground,” he said, standing and holding his mechanical arm out for you to take. He helped lift you up, and then brought you in close so he could share his cloak with you, shielding you from the sand. “The wind should let up as the suns go down. For now, we can watch them set from the pod.”

The two of you climbed on top of the ship and sat with your legs dangling off the edge, watching the double-suns inch toward the horizon. The sky seemed to bleed when the lower sun crashed into the sandy mountains, but then melted into a melon-orange glow as the higher sun followed in its wake. Soon, the whipping sand clouds calmed and the sky turned to a deep purple, then black, dotted with thousands of stars. You wondered how many times Anakin had watched this sunset as a kid, and if it’s changed at all since then.

“You’ve come a long way,” you told him, breaking the silence. He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”

“But you always come back,” you said. He lifted his head and his eyes connected with yours, but they were far away. He was deep in thought, and there was something warring behind them. Guilt.

“I left you,” he said, and it’s barely above a whisper. “We were friends, but as soon as Padme came along, I left you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You were happy with her.”

“I was happy with you, too.”

The confession caused an eruption of warmth to blossom in your chest. You smiled at him, a genuine, delighted smile, and knocked his shoulder playfully with yours.

“You have me now.”

At this, Anakin lifted his arm and wrapped it around your shoulder. He pulled you close for a moment, then relaxed with his arm still around you. For once in your life, you didn’t move away.

Anakin was warm. You basked in the weight of his arm around your shoulders, the feeling of his torso pressed against your side. Your thighs were touching and you realized that this is what you needed, this is what was missing all along, this warmth. Suddenly, you felt complete.

“Why haven’t you ever been with anyone?” Anakin asked suddenly. You tried to fight back the blush from your face at both the question and the fact that his fingers seemed to be absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm. Suddenly he paused. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you told him, and he resumed the patterns. “I just… have a hard time connecting with people.”

“Because of your mother?”

“Because of my mother,” you confirmed, and he coaxed every bit of information out of you on how your mother was strict and mean and cold and judgmental, and your father watched as she stripped your humanity away. He listened attentively as you told him of the suitors you’ve failed with in the past, and his arm tightened around you.

“I just get nervous,” you frowned, twisting your fingers in your lap. “Like the closer someone gets to me, the more they’re going to realize I actually suck.”

“I don’t think you suck,” Anakin said, his voice that sweet, comforting timbre with a gentle rasp that you loved so much. He always sounded like that when he’s spitting off orders to R2 when piloting, or late at night when he’s half asleep and doesn’t know what he’s saying. He also had that stupidly soft look in his eyes, and that half smile you’ve only ever seen directed at Padme.

God, he’s so pretty, you groaned inwardly, unintentionally tensing up when you realized just how close you were sitting. And he was looking at you so deeply, and man, his eyes can be so intense sometimes-- your face burned and you ducked your head so he couldn’t see.

He caught your chin with his gloved mechanical hand, cradling your chin between his index finger and thumb. He turned your face to look at him straight on, right in the eyes, and all you could see was Anakin. He was so close, and he was getting closer. Your eyes shifted to his lips, the same ones you had fantasized about for years, and hoped he couldn’t notice what you were thinking.

“Have you ever been kissed?” you could feel his breath on your lips, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You blinked madly, breathing erratic, palms sweating. Every single atom in your body was buzzing with energy-- excitement, nervousness, fear. You wanted to pull him in and kiss the living daylights out of him. You wanted to push him away and run as fast as you could until you got to a cliff high enough you could jump off and never wake up. You wanted to explode.

“You’re trembling,” Anakin’s eyes shifted across your figure for a split second. “Do you want me to let go?”

“No,” you begged him, your hands shooting out to hold onto him without your permission. They landed on his thighs, and your face burned harder.

“Do you want this?” his thumb stroke your chin. There was nothing you wanted more.

“Yes.”

You weren’t sure how he even heard you, as you barely uttered the word. But before you could do or say or think anything else, Anakin was leaning in. Your eyes closed on instinct and you felt, very softly, the brush of his lips against yours. The volcano was back in your chest, spurting lava all over your insides as you realized, holy shit Anakin Skywalker’s lips are on mine. Holy shit, Anakin Skywalker is kissing me!

The feather light touch tickled more than anything, and you could feel his mouth twitch into a slight smile as your hands’ grip tightened on his legs.

“This okay?” he pulled back a centimeter to ask. “You want more?”

“Yes,” you said again. It was the only thing you could manage to say, the one syllable word, and you began to wonder just how much of a lost cause you were if a simple brush of his lips against yours could render you brain dead.

He muttered an ‘Okay’ and then brought his flesh hand up to cup your face, fingers sliding along your neck and locking into your hair as his thumb stroked your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps staining every inch of your body with the touch. His gloved hand stayed on your chin, tilting it up toward him for easier access.

You closed your eyes again, and he leaned in, and this time he really, actually kissed you. He applied the slightest bit of pressure, then he did it again, shifting his head and capturing your lips in his, pulling back slowly only to do it again.

You were in heaven.

You forgot to respond at first. All you could think of in your short-circuited brain was how Anakin smelled so good and his lips were so warm and he tasted like the stars. Oh, he definitely knew what he was doing, with the way he was moving his lips and the confidence he did it with. You had no idea what you were doing, so you let instinct take control.

You unclenched one of your fists from his leg and raised it to place on his shoulder, pushing just a bit to get a bit of leverage, get a little bit closer so you could respond in earnest. You opened your mouth and closed it over his lips, your stomach cartwheeling as you hoped you were doing this right. It felt right. It felt good. So you kept doing it, and Anakin’s metal arm dropped from your chin and fell to your waist as you rose onto your knees, hands finally tangling into the soft curls of his hair, kissing him like you’ve wanted to kiss him for years.

When Anakin pulled back for air, you realized just how starved you were for oxygen as well. You didn't even notice. You panted, fingers loosening in his hair, lips tingling and burning. Anakin was looking at you like you were everything he wanted, and his eyes caught the twinkle of the stars. This is right where you belong, you realized, right here in Anakin Skywalker’s giving arms. Your breathing evened out, and you seemed to be thinking the same thing.

You leaned back in.

[starlightkenobi]

Tear You Apart // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom anakin, light choking, light hair pulling, mostly just pining tbh

a/n: inspired by the song “tear you apart” by she wants revenge, i love this song and its always given me possessive ani vibes,,, LIKE U WANNA LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THIS ISNT END OF ROTS ANAKIN BEFORE HE GETS BURNT ? YOU GONNA TRY ? YOU CANT !

also: this is the longest thing i have written for this account and i am pretty darn proud of it which is rare for me, so i hope yall enjoy !!! 💕

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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Anakin’s mind ebbed and flowed with the tide of people wandering the room. He always hated these formal Jedi gatherings, usually coming up with some convoluted scheme to get out of attending. Not tonight though, Obi Wan was completely fed up with Anakin’s usual antics. His stern voice still haunted his ears, and remembering it filled him with remnants of dread.

He was so sick of all of it. The annoyingly forced casual conversations, the same people, same faces, even the same damn Jedi robes, save the few senators mingled into the room. All of the people faded into one dull energy, like a black hole draining Anakin’s energy and enthusiasm. He was sure that if he had to choose between this and death, he would pick death without hesitation.

That was, until he layed his eyes on you.

You walked with such presence, such grace, that it was impossible for someone to not notice you. Your robes hugged your figure and flattered you in a way that Anakin didn’t even know was possible. Your hair hung around your head, flowing around you and illuminating your features like a halo. Which was quite possible, Anakin thought, considering you might be an actual angel in the flesh.

Your flesh. Anakin pictured how soft it would be under his touch, the goosebumps that would arise after the cold touch of his metal hand. To touch real skin, to have that real contact...Anakin was touch starved to be sure. But now, he was ravenous, and you were the only meal he’d seen in years.

A voice in his mind screamed at him, a voice that was very stern and similar to Obi Wan’s disappointed father-like tone, if he thought about it. But he didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to ignore the raging thoughts that screamed, Listen to yourself, Anakin. Your being gross and creepy. Calm down.

Luckily, he didn’t need to ignore them. The second you turned around and yours eyes met, he was gone. Those thoughts were drowned out by even louder ones that told him to scoop you up right there, claim you as his, test the feeling of his lips on yours.

Your lips looked so soft, and even from this distance he could almost feel them pressing against his skin, see them falling open in a drawn out moan. And your eyes, sparkling like the stars in the clear skies of Naboo on a dark night. Deep and endless like the expanse of space that he so often saw while piloting his starfighter. Even still, they were flowing with a lifetime of emotion and soul that couldn’t be seen in all of the other Jedi in this room combined.

Emotion, pure and raw emotion. He always felt so wrong and alone, being emotional. Considering he had been told all of his life that emotions were not the Jedi way. But you, standing in front of him right now, were made of pure emotion and experience and feeling, something that could not be put into words, but only expressed.

Anakin’s heart stopped as he realized that you were actually standing right in front of him. In his trance, you noticed him staring and decided to approach him.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met.” No flattery, no pointless and boring casual conversation. You cut right to the chase, and it intrigued him even more.

“We definitely haven’t, there’s no way I would forget meeting you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, and your cheeks flushed. A lovely, tinted pink. “I’m Anakin. Skywalker.” He added his last name, hoping that you might recognize it.

“General Skywalker...I’ve heard tales of your escapades, and especially of your unusual war tactics.” Your blush begun to fade, but a light pink still remained. It was absolutely adorable, Anakin decided, and he wondered how flushed your face would get with his mouth trailing down your neck.

“Do my unusual tactics bother you?” Anakin asked, and he visibly appeared less tense then he did moments ago. You were so easy to talk to, and your force energy felt so soothing around him. He wanted to be enveloped in it. Maybe it was some circumstance of fate that he was forced to attend this gathering tonight. Maybe it was this same fate that brought him to you.

“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m intrigued.” You gave him your name, and reached your hand towards his, expecting him to shake it. However, the soft skin of your hand was too much of a temptation. As soon as he felt your touch, he pressed his lips gently to the back of your hand. Normaly, you would have been annoyed with the flirtatious advances of someone so early into meeting them. But this felt different, it felt new and strange and somehow, comforting.

Needless to say, you were completely drawn in and wanted more.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

A deep breath of fresh air filled Anakin’s lungs as he stepped out onto the balcony. The crowds of people had been practically suffocating him, and to finally have some peace and quiet alone with the stars felt magical. Maybe this is what the Jedi mean when they say, “There is no emotion, there is peace.” Out here, with nothing but the endless black sky and the stars, Anakin did feel at peace. However, that didn’t stop the torrent of emotions swirling in his gut. So he figured that old, tired saying was bullshit anyways.

“Fancy seeing you out here.” He recognized it immediately. Your voice, like a serene melody, filled his ears. Immediately, he spun around, desperate to see your face again. This time, however, he felt nervous when he saw you. Afraid, even. So many thoughts were flooding his head all at once that it almost became to much.

“I...wasn’t expecting anyone to join me.” Ankain fumbled over his words, staggering to uphold his good impression on you.

“I can leave, if you’d prefer to be alone. I completely understand. These gatherings can get a bit...claustrophobic.” Your voice was softer now, and Anakin could tell that you were trying to mask the hurt in your tone. You would have turned around and walked away without a word, had he asked, but Anakin wouldn’t allow that. As soon as you turned to leave, he reached out toward your hand and took it in his own.

“No!” Anakin almost shouted, and even though he was afraid, he was ready to embrace any new and strange emotions if it meant getting to spend another moment with you. He steadied himself, preparing another sentence. “Your company is more than welcome.”

A smile tugged at your lips, reveling in his hand warming your now cool skin from the breeze. His hands were so much larger than yours, you noticed. Somehow, it made you feel safer, more comfortable. Anakin noticed and gripped your hand tighter.

Standing here, so close to you and in this lighting, he was finally able to see all of the fine detail in your eyes. The little speckles of color forming their own constellations in your galaxy. He could have sworn they were faintly glowing, each star producing its own aura of light.

You turned towards the sky, gazing up at it with all of the longing in the galaxy. Of course Anakin noticed it, he felt the same way about space. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Unconsciously, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had blown out of place from the wind. “Each little star feels like it has a life of its own, it’s own personality and feelings and emotions. I guess that’s why space has always called to me, the stars don’t judge.”

Anakin, still holding your hand, turned to the sky with you. “Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.”

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

After that first night together, meeting at the Jedi gathering and talking for hours out on the balcony, the only thing Anakin had in his mind was you. Sure, maybe he was a little obsessed, but you gave him this feeling, something that he had never really felt before. He had felt love before, for his mother and even for Obi Wan, so he knew what that felt like. Maybe, he felt that for you too.

But he felt something else as well, something new and strange. Lust, perhaps, but Anakin wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Right now, Anakin was perfectly content with the secret meetings around the temple, the constant excuses just to get out of some task and see each other, the longing gazes, the phantom touches.

For a while, it was heaven. It was new and exciting and absolutely perfect. But this went on for days, weeks, and now almost two months. He craved feeling your touch in a way that the council would disapprove of. He wanted to break all of the rules, destroy all of the boundaries set by the Jedi, and he wanted to do it for you.

But he was patient, when he needed to be. If he had learned anything from Obi Wan, it was at least that. So he would wait until you made the first “not strictly platonic Jedi pals” move. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, or do something that you weren’t ready for. Maybe you hadn’t even considered breaking the rules, maybe you felt nothing for him. Deep down, Anakin knew this wasn’t true, he sensed your mutual feelings for him all the way back on the day you first met, and every day since.

Still, for you, Anakin would wait a lifetime.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Anakin was struggling. Obi Wan sensed it, you sensed it, practically the whole council sensed it. But no one knew why. No one except him.

Anakin tried meditation, he tried training, he tried joy rides in his starfighter, he even tried sneaking off to a cantina. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It became a festering sore in the back of his mind, growing and growing with each passing day. It was getting out of hand, and he understood this. And it was frustrating as hell.

But it also felt so damn good to picture your body splayed out underneath him. He wanted to make you feel good. He needed to make you feel good. He owed that to you at least, for giving him this never ending sense of joy and content when he was around you. He did love you, and could say that with certainty now. And when it comes to love, you would do anything for the other person. That’s what Anakin believed, at least. He just needed to wait a little longer, wait until you confessed your feelings and pressed your lips to his. His waited a lifetime to find someone like you, he can wait a little longer.

But even the most patient person needs to relieve the tension a little bit sometimes.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

Anakin’s hands dragged up your body, gripping your skin tight enough to leave bruises. You felt so perfect around him, moaning and whimpering and begging for more.

At least, that’s what he hoped you would be doing in this situation. His hands weren’t even really on your body at all. One was fisted in the sheets while the other stroked up and down on his stiff cock. He had been at this for a little bit by now, and was already so close to the edge. He just needed your voice, your perfect voice, telling him how good he felt inside of you to send him over.

“A-Ani...you feel...s-so good, you make me feel so good!”

He could almost hear you, if he tried hard enough.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

Streaks of hot cum painted his chest and hand, some even reaching up to touch his chin. His chest heaved, the last images of your body flooding his head. Your breasts painted with his cum was an image he wanted to keep with him, one that he hoped to recreate some day.

It was criminal, the things you did to him. He could only hope that you were feeling like this now too. Still panting and in his post orgasm haze, he closed his eyes and whispered aloud. He called out to you through the force, hoping that somehow you would hear him whisper,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

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Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

Both your’s and Anakin’s laughter filled the room. You were both hiding out in your quarters due to currently ditching a Jedi council meeting. Easily and casually, the laughter and conversation filled the room, and you both felt like a bunch of younglings who had skipped a training class.

As the laughter died down, you turned to face him. His laughter was one of the many things you loved about him. It was full and genuine and raw in a way that touched you emotionally. A way that you no longer wished to ignore.

“How long are we going to keep ignoring this?”

Anakin’s traded his smile for the look of a confused puppy. “What?”

You composed yourself, wanting to choose your words carefully. “I mean...the fact that we both have feelings for each other.”

Oh, Anakin thought.

Oh.

He was relieved that you were finally deciding to open up this can of worms, but he was still nervous and frankly, terrified of the possible outcome of this conversation. He looked away from you, unable to bring himself to make eye contact.

Taking it upon yourself to initiate some sort of contact, you tentatively reached for his hand. It brushed up against his, so you gently placed it on top of his and left it there.

“I’m tired of worrying about what the council thinks, aren’t you?” You questioned, still waiting for Anakin to look at you.

Slowly, his eyes met yours. He saw the lack of fear, lack of inhibition. You really wanted this, you wanted him. Your hand tightened its grip on his, your thumb slowly running along his skin.

“I love you, Anakin.” Your voice cane out hushed, as if you were afraid someone else would hear, even though you were alone.

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

“Are you sure that you want this? Are you ready to deal with the potential repercussions from the council? I just don’t want to hurt you, and I certainly don’t want to start anything that you aren’t ready for.”

You chuckled at his restraint. Still, you appreciated how much he cared for you. Clearly it was a lot, considering that you felt his desperation you through the force to just take you, but he was holding back anyways. For you.

“Believe me, Anakin. I’m ready. You don’t have to hold back.” You were looking at him with such lust, such need, that Anakin knew this was an invitation, and he accepted it with open arms.

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

He pinned you back onto the bed, gathering your wrists into one hand. Frantically, as if he was afraid you would disappear, he nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving marks that he knew the council would notice. Neither of you cared anyways.

It didn’t matter what the council thought, Anakin was ravenous. He wanted all of you, and now with your enthusiastic permission, he was going to take it.

His free hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back, giving him easier access to your neck. You were squirming, whining, you needed to be touched. You had waited for this just as long as he had, so he would keep the teasing to a minimum.

He let go of your wrists and hair, shooting you a warning glare. “Keep them there.” His voice was deep, dominant, and it shot daggers through you. This sent a shiver down to your core.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

You were both stripped down now, his eyes traveling up your naked body. You were more beautiful than he could have ever pictured. His lips crashed forcefully against yours, and he slowly grinded against you. He needed to feel your skin pressed tightly against him, hust kike he had pictured before. Except this time, you were real. He was really feeling your skin against his and it felt so perfect and right and better than any sort of peace and serenity the Jedi talked about.

“Close your eyes, baby.” Anakin said in a hushed tone as he pulled away from your lips. Immediately and with a whimper, you obeyed. Anakin chuckled at this, your eager obedience. “Good girl.” He growled. A soft moan fell from your lips as you squirmed, but still keeping your hands firmly placed above your head.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

One hand finally made contact with your throbbing clit, while the other went to play with your breasts. Your heartbeat was so strong and quick that Anakin could feel it when he played with your breast.

“Your heart is beating so fast, like a little bunny.” He pinched your nipple, somehow knowing the exact pressure to use and how much to tug it to make you moan.

A finger slipped inside of you, giving you some sort of realese of the pressure building in your cunt. Suddenly, Anakin’s breath was fanning over the side of your face. It tickled your ear and made you squirm more than you already are.

Gently, he placed a loving kiss to your cheek, before moving his hand from your breast to your throat and lightly squeezing, while he whispered in your ear,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”