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sugarrrvenomm · 2 months

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can u do a fic where the reader is obi-wans padawan…… perhaps where he has to punish her for something …….. :D

ummm this got away from me ,,, anyway enjoy ,, ⭐️🐰🫶🧸💌

♡ having anakin as a padawan made obi-wan sterner the second time around. but also … softer.

♡ which is why his preferred method of keeping you in line is taking you over his knee

♡ hardly ever is it a “punishment” spanking, but that’s because his regularly scheduled “maintenance” spankings do the job just fine

♡ once a week, late at night, your master slinks to your quarters as the sun sets, telling anyone who asks that you’re meeting for meditation before bed. when he walks in, you are—sat on your knees atop a thin meditation mat like the good girl you are. he tells you as such, coming up behind you and petting a hand over your hair, “my good girl. are you centering yourself for me?”

♡ “yes, master.” you open your eyes and turn to look up at him, resting your head on his thigh and squirming in anticipation, even as his presence quiets your mind, turning your thoughts into a pleasing, low buzz of safety and arousal

♡ you weren’t sure when obi-wan’s hands on you became arousing. maybe they always had been. you just pray to the force he doesn’t notice.

♡ “come now, padawan. let’s get you all sorted out.” he walks over to the singular place to sit in your meager padawan quarters—a soft, ottoman-like piece that’s just big enough for him. he pats his thigh and you stand up, going to him and standing between his spread legs. he reaches up, stroking your padawan braid between his fingers reverently before tugging gently so he can plant his lips on your forehead in a soothing gesture, before he’s cooing, “over my knee.”

♡you nod, and do as he says. you’re still clad in your robes, only missing your belt and boots. you’re so used to this that you no longer shake when you bend over, settling yourself over your masters lap with his help, your ass in the space between his legs and your fingers barely brushing the floor. he tugs up your tunics, just enough to expose your backside. never once has he gone as far to pull your leggings down, despite how you dream about it.

♡ before he begins, he rests a hand on the back of your thigh, squeezing once to signal he’s about to start. obi-wan tries not to be affected by the way your flesh pillows beneath his fingers through your pants. he doesn’t know when this started becoming arousing either, but he desperately wishes it would go back to when it wasn’t. you’re his padawan, for force’s sake.

♡ the sooner he gets it over with, the sooner he can return to his quarters and stand under the spray of his cold shower until he can’t feel a thing. so, he makes sure he’s got you secured, with one hand on your hip, then swings the other down in a swift crack against the meat of your ass.

♡ “why am i doing this?”

♡ “to make me a better jedi, master,” you tell him, panting already.

♡ crack. another hit, on your other cheek. your pretty voice, combined with the way your ass ripples, has him gritting his teeth. “that’s right, padawan.” slap slap slap. you make a hurt little sound. “master does this because he cares about you. because he wants you to succeed.”

♡ you try to contain your noises, and curl your toes as the spanking continues. he’s not even hitting that hard, he never does, but it stings, and sends desperate lightning bolts of forbidden arousal to your pussy, which you can feel getting warm and wet between your legs.

♡ your cute little ass won’t stop jiggling through your leggings, and he has to distract himself. he strikes you, over and over again, in quick enough succession that there’s no time for him to see the way your backside moves, and the sound of his slaps overpower your muffled whines. soon, the pain in his hand is threatening to take over the heat pooling in his gut.

♡ what obi-wan doesn’t expect, is the way you react. you’re usually so well behaved during your spankings, so docile. now, you’re squirming in his hold, like you’re trying to get away from him. of course, he can’t possibly guess it’s because his flurry of strikes have gotten you feeling like you could come from nothing at all, like your cunt may start pulsing in orgasm any second now just from being spanked by your master.

♡ “padawan,” he chastises, grabbing your hip even tighter and bringing his hand down. with the way you’re wriggling, it doesn’t land quite right, and hits dangerously close to your center. “what has gotten into you?” he grits out through his teeth as you kick your feet. you don’t seem to be reacting well to his strong-arming, so he settles his voice into a coo, even as he continues to spank you. “i need you to be good for me, little one. master can’t help you if you don’t let him.”

♡ his coddling only makes it worse. you thrash. “master,” you pout, and obi-wan cannot take it anymore. the irritation at your unusual outburst combines with his frustration at his own arousal and he growls, stopping his strikes only for a moment to grip the band of your leggings and tug, exposing your ass to him. your underwear are modest cotton, but pale pink—certainly not jedi issued. he’s truly lost it, because the only thing he can think to do in response to the obscenity of his own actions is to double down; slapping your exposed ass, and oh. this is is even worse. like this, he can see how his hand has already turned the skin pink like your panties.

♡ “master!” you cry out, sticking a hand behind you to block him, but he catches your wrist with his other hand.

♡ “no,” obi-wan says, sternly as he can, slapping your ass again and feeling his cock throb in his pants. he might be harder than he’s ever been in his entire life. “you know i do this because i love you.”

♡ you make a sound he’s never heard before, and this time when you thrash your legs, he can’t help looking where your legs part, and your panties cup the part of you he’s been thinking about for far longer than is appropriate.

♡ “fuck,” he suddenly curses. there’s a damp spot. you’re wet. his padawans pussy is drooling in her panties, just for him. from him. from his spanking.

♡ he forgoes the spanking, for now, forgetting himself completely and gripping your thigh tight, spreading you wider so he can get a better look. “oh, darling. why didn’t you tell me?” finally, you settle, and now you just shake, unsure of his reaction. “are you all wet from your spanking?”

♡ crying out, tears pool in your eyes as you’re stuck between arousal and embarrassment. still, you only feel yourself get wetter.

♡ obi-wan’s breath comes out in a shudder, and he slides his big hand up your thigh, and touches the damp spot with his thumb, just barely. “does it ache?” you don’t answer, only mewling, and he pushes his thumb against you harder, feeling his cock drool sticky pre-come into his briefs. “tell me, padawan. what’s worse? the soreness of your ass, or the throbbing of your little cunt?”

♡ “obi-wan,” you moan, finally looking over your shoulder at him, eyes big and wet.

♡ your master pumps his hips up, and against your hip you feel him, rock hard and rubbing on you. “it’s okay, honey, you don’t have to be embarrassed. look how hard you’ve made me.

♡ you continue to squirm, sweating in your robes. “hurts.”

♡ “mm, i bet it does,” he hooks a finger under the side of your panties and tugs it, exposing more of your ass. “you’re so pink.” he lets it snap back into place, then smoothes his hand over your ass completely, going down until he’s fully cupping your center. “and i bet this pussy’s all messy too, huh? is your cute little clit all puffed up for me?” he moves his hand in a big, sweeping circle over the whole of you, and it shouldn’t be as stimulating as it is. he’s just teasing you, watching the way the damp spot blooms and spreads.

♡ “what should i do with you, padawan?”

♡you suck in a shuddering breath, and gather your nerves, “i—i—,” you sniffle, and he slides his hand under your tunics to rub your back. “i need you to make it better, master.”

♡ obi-wan groans, and uses all the control he has left to gently lift you off of him, and get you settled the way he wants, on your back. he tugs your leggings all the way down, but leaves your panties. for now. he hovers over you, taking off his tunics and exposing his muscled, hairy chest. you whine at the sight, and he chuckles. “patience,” obi-wan purrs, before tugging his own trousers down just enough to free his cock, tucking the waistband under his heavy balls.

♡ overwhelmed, you have no idea what do with all the desire running through you, or with the sight in front of you. your master coos, settling down over you, lowering until his big cock nestles in the space between your thighs, pressing against your panties and throbbing against your cunt. he barely moves his hips, but moans like he’s sinking inside of you.

♡ “are you a virgin?” he’s a bit disgusted with himself for asking, but he can’t stop.

♡ “uh-huh,” you nod, trying to hump back up along his big cock.

♡ “ugh,” he groans, “of course you are. my perfect little padawan. master’s the only one that gets to touch you, isn’t he?” you make the same little uh-huh sound, and obi-wan lowers his head into your neck, holding himself up with one hand now so he can reach between your bodies and pull your panties down enough for his fat cock to slide along your wet cunt. padawans cunt. my padawans little, wet, virgin pussy.

♡“you’re perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, thrusting along you faster, breath hitching as he feels his leaking tip glide over your swollen clit. he brings his hand back up, and stuffs it under your tunics, until he’s cupping one of your breasts, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over your nipple to hear the way you gasp.

♡ “master master master.” he covers you completely, and you’re drowning in the scent of him, so close that you can rub your nose along his neck and taste his sweat. “obi-wan,” you murmur as the tip of him nudges your entrance, “will you fuck me?”

♡ “oh, gods,” he pants, and fuck does he want to. he wants so terribly, so horribly, to sink his big cock in your pussy. no prep, no fingers, just the slick of how wet you are would be enough. he’d get so deep he’d knock your cervix, fucking right up against your womb until you were all swollen with his come like you should be.

♡ “i shouldn’t,” the reasonable part of him grits out, even as his hips pump faster and he imagines spreading you open, how cute you’d look as his come slides out of your used pussy, before he bends down to lap it up and suck on your clit until you squirt all over his face. “baby, honey, i can’t.”

♡ “please!” you beg, nudging your hips up and trying to catch the head of him at just the right angle to get his cock to sink in. “don’t you want to?”

♡ “padawan,” he hisses, letting go of your tits and bringing his hand back out to slap your thigh. “first, getting soaked from your master punishing you like a naughty little girl, and now begging him to fuck you? is that really what you want? for your master to take your virginity? you want master to own your cunt?”

♡ his words are too much, and you feel your pussy throb between your legs, pulsing as you’re sent over the edge by his voice and his weight and the thrust of his heavy cock against your soaked pussy and clit. it’s wordless, but you nearly scream, biting into his neck and bucking your hips to prolong the shaking of your legs.

♡ “fuck, fuck, oh, sweetheart, my pretty little padawan, let me feel that cunt throb, mess my cock just like that,” obi-wan stares down between your bodies, watching the wet pink of your pussy gliding along his cock, the sounds getting nastier and wetter and so fucking dirty it sends him right over the edge too, and your cute little pussy is getting painted white.

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jellyfishsthings · 4 months

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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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No one of us talked about what the council started to call an incident. More missions come yet there is not a single one where we are together. So many things are left unsaid as we circle each other the war weighting our shoulders. Anakin climbs in everyone's eyes, he claims praises as if they are a polite exchange. And I am quickly forgotten, overshadowed by his brightness.

Part of me is proud of his achievements. What he has done is remarkable but still, I am the one no matter how hard I work, or how many battles I have won, I am still pushed to the side. Anger simmers in me and the only way to control it is through meditation. Letting myself get lost in the Force and my thoughts.

“Normal it is to feel this way.” A voice sounds in my head and I peek through my eyes finding Master Yoda opposite. “Control this feeling you must. A good fighter your friend is. Smarter, not. Strategical also not. Wrong is the council about you. Stronger he is. More favored by the Force. But you… our saviour you will be. Not him. Seen it, I have.”

“Master… I keep having these dreams. Of destruction and pain is this all we are going to be? Is this what we are trained for?”

“Peacekeepers Jedis are. In war we are, we do what we must. Protect we must. So fight we must.”

“I am tired of fighting.”

“At it you are good.” I chuckle at his words as I see a teasing smile on his face. “When first met you I have. My Padawan I asked you to be. No said the council. She is more powerful, with you she will be indestructible. Same with your dear friend. More than I hoped you turned out to be. Hope you must have. Your purpose soon will find.” He says as he leaves the room. Not a second letter he re-enters dropping a letter in my lap. Information about a new mission with… about time.

I go to my room and change out of my robes to one of my armours. And then head towards the jets. I find Anakin leaning against his favorite one, the one he calls the unbeatable lion. … men.

“Took you long enough.” He called out as I approached him. He frowns as I brush past him and his comment heading straight to the cockpit reading the jet for take off. We both occupy our usual seats as we jump into hyperspace. The travel is short and enveloped in a strange, restless silence as if one of us is a ticking bomb ready to explode. We head to the now sprang battlefield with no backup.

He turns to me right as we leave hyperspeed. We quickly land and I spring to my feet, reading myself for the upcoming battle.

Right as we exit our jet we are greeted by explosions and gunfire. And so we both throw ourselves to the battlefield. We let muscle memory take control of us. Our lightsabers seem to fly between the broids, decapitating them and destroying them. We don't let our minds wander to the other and how they are holding up, trusting each other completely. We soon reach the centre point of the battlefield.

A huge pillar towers in front of us and a bazillion of druids guard it as others try to climb it, trying to reach… no. I jump behind a random boulder and Anakin quickly follows.

“I have a plan.”

“I think we should…”

We both say and we stare at the other waiting to continue. He is impossibly close once again, his hair is a wild mess, and his body seems to vibrate with energy. He is too reckless, he is too merciless. So I don't let him continue his thought process as I bolt and race towards the droids. I drop down to my knees and slide underneath them, swinging my armed arms in a wide ark. Cutting off the mechanical legs and the pillar letting it fall on top of them.

Dust covers my vision. My ears ring from the loud bang of the now-fallen pillar. My mind is hazy as much and through the fog, a figure appears; he deflects every single shot that is thrown his way, his saber dancing in his hands as his movements are filled with precision, purpose and wild anger. For a small moment, his blade turns from its vibrant electric blue to deep bloodshot red. At the next moment, it is gone, back to its original colour.

I ignite my sabers as I force myself back to the raging battle. Our bodies move in sync as our backsides are pressed together. And so the fun begins and it doesn't last long as we find ourselves in a big rocky field, covered with dismembered droids. We turned towards each other, panting and wild smiles adorning our faces.

We stare at each other for what seems like forever, breathing hard. But the moment is ruined by a beeping sound. It comes from a small device close to me and I crouch near it, studying it. Anakin is right behind me. His ragged breathing hits the back of my neck as he reaches his hand over me to grab it. He examines it shortly while turning it over his long fingers and I stare at him. Hoping the mechanic in him will appear as it always does, hoping to be given the chance to stare at him while he gets lost in something he loves filling my head with filthy thoughts. Like how he can use those long fingers on me.

C3PO approaches complaining about the “mess” we made and we both chuckle at his antics.

“Masters I am afraid we have to leave. We are needed at the Temple. And it sounded urgent.”

“So that we shall do. Thank you, C3PO.” Anakin says to his beloved droid.

And so we head back home. I stare at my reflection in the glass of the jet as my mind replays the image of Anakin wielding a red lightsaber. Was it simply a trip of the eyes or was it a vision?

“Have I done something? Why are you not talking to me? You seem distant and I… kind of miss you as of late.” He whispers, his voice easily lost under the sound of the burning engines.

“No Ani, I am not angry with you. I just needed time to sort and clear out my thoughts.”

“And? What is it that is bothering you? Because I can tell you what is bothering me. It's you. You are changing. It is as if you are going backwards. Locking yourself away from others, away from me. Today I feared losing you, both mentally and physically. I am lost without you. I am nothing without you.”

“That's not true.”

“It is. It is like I can not breathe, I can not function when you are not near. Everyone thinks that I am this great fighter, the Chosen One back you are the one that shows me the way. Like a really grumpy and snarky firefly. Brooding all the time.”

“Ok-”

“... and really angry as if you are a, what is it called, that … that animal that seems to be angry all the time, that pending with the huge downturned eyebrows…”

“Alm right enough-”

“And also so mean…”

“Watch your words Skywalker.”

“I love you.” The words stun me and all the previous banter is gone.

“Anakin-”

“I never got to finish what I meant to say. I know we are not allowed to feel this way and I think you are not ready to say so. But all I want, all I think about is kissing you, sleeping with you, having fun with you, fucking you.” I draw a sharp breath at the last words and his eyes darken more, as they are now filled with lust. He grabs my thighs, manhandling me to his front as he lets me rest on his lap. He looks at me through half lidded eyes and he lets his nose move at the side of mine, tracing invisible paths.

“I want to have you underneath me. Making you a withering, whining mess, stuffed to the hilt full of our releases. I want your body to be my canvas letting me fill it with kisses, hickeys and bite marks along with bruises.” My eyes flutter close as he brags his nose at the side of my neck. “I want to fuck you from the back as I have your hair in my fist, spanking that ass of yours. I want to have you spread out for me as I fuck your brains out. I want to taste you and suck your breasts. I want to make you mine.” He now says against my lips as he finally slams them against mine. The kiss is short but full of passion and we gaze at each other as we break apart.

“Don't look like a penguin” I say to him and he chuckles, mumbling under his breath. “I miss the days we were bickering and having fun. I miss you. I miss the way we were.”

“I miss it too. But it's coming back. I can see it, trouble. Our story isn't going to be like that, I promise I won't let it.”

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toska-writes · 10 months

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Jedi Maul has been on the brainnnnn!

“Jedi Knight Maul AU”

Summary: With the idea of Jedi Maul of course knowing me I had to twist it into a Platonic piece! Enjoy these headcannons of Jedi Maul

Pairing: Jedi!Maul AU x GN padawan!Reader (ofc it’s platonic!)

Warning: ummm none really I can think of!

Word Count: 913 (I didn’t proof read lol)

Notes: since I couldn’t find any fics like this I filled in! I swear I’ll get back to doing requests but with school now fully back I do have a little more to do in my free time, whether I like it or not

-if anyone ever messed with or talked bad about his commander or men they definitely have another thing coming

-He gives me very protective dad/older brother vibes but only to his little tight knit circle

-And that would include you soon enough

- I definitely think if this certain AU wasn't set in the clone wars Maul would look for a strong willed padawan to pass his teachings too

-HOWEVER do you know how many bad things you would learn from him??? Mostly likely any swear word from any dialect in the entire galaxy. He would give Wolffe a run for his money for the way he would roll his eyes- and don't get me started on how he would totally blow senators off " in the most polite way"

-except of course the nice senators that want the best for everyone including the clones *cough cough Senator Chunchi my beloved*

-and I just keep thinking of this scene where maybe the both of you are talking to the council or maybe some Sith, and Maul would totally make a quip to you or something to ease the tension

-He would want the absolute best and peace of mind when he can't be right with you on the battlefield, because at the beginning he definitely wanted to be

-Maul definitely isn't the type to verbally encourage you, I think he'd be more of an act of services. Whether that be with a blanket and a shoulder to lean on after a hard battle, or helping you clean and wrap a wound if you don't necessarily want to go to the med bay

-Teaching you have to fly is like doing math homework with a parent at the kitchen counter. However after a few more lessons it is definitely a hobby you like doing together even if there is a little banter

-I can imagine on a far away planet while away for a campaign he may or may not sign you up for a pod race just for some extra credits. Would he cheat?... well it's worth it when he sees you fly around the corner with the rest of the troops cheering like mad men

-Meditating is... something else. He knows how hard it is to just sit. And relax, especially in a time of war. But it seems more bearable with someone else for the both of you

-Maul would take lightsaber and dueling technique training very seriously, it's an art form in his eyes and something that he believes he can excel at so of course it's one of the first things the two of you bond over

-He would want to make sure you are prepared for anything, hand to hand, blasters, lightsaber you name it

-Now let’s say something does go wrong and maybe just maybe you get hurt

-One word would be furious, what ever man or creature did that better say their good byes quickly.

-He’s not one to lose his padawan, or hurt by seppies in that matter

-now let’s be honest he’s pretty intimidating and holds a high standard for everything but when the broken little voice of his padawan says they’re scared- his heart is broken into a million pieces.

-that would probably be the only time where he properly brought his voice down to provide some comfort.

-Also can we talk about how dramatic he would be, maybe your sparing and you jab him in the chest.

-he would definitely grab his chest and look at you stunned saying his own padawan is growing before falling to the ground

-two more words: war crimes. I don’t have to explain and I won’t

-there would be so many different competitions among the ranks, kinda like how Anakin and Ahsoka see who can kill the most droids. Something to make the war seem bearable

-Now if anyone ever found out about these last few parts he’d wither away to nothing

-I would say Maul has something against the cold, he doesn’t like snow or being freezing. And so when it comes time for a cold related planet everyone has to know

-the clones would definitely be making different jokes and such but of course behind closed doors, no one wants a cold upset Maul

-however when it comes time for night Mauls CC definitely let’s him bunk with him

-that’s when the clone cuddle piles with the two Jedi really get started

-there’s just something about being absolutely surround by people you know you can properly trust and they trust you to protect them.

-and I’m more than certain the both of you have probably stolen blankets from the clones barracks

-On sleepless nights you both could probably be found talking about the most random shit that had nothing to do with the raging responsibility. Or even in tougher ones with nightmares Maul would most likely put an arm around you and have you fall asleep there

-My boys trying ok. Being a single father to his padawan with a bunch of crazy uncles

-He tries, maybe one day it’s both of you painting your own fighter or tricking it out, maybe it’s another where it’s all intense training and he carries you back to the temple room

-All in all I think Maul would be a fun interesting master to have!

If you want to see this take the form of an actual fic let me know!!!

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geekywritings · 1 year

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“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

(Quick info: I’m also taking writing prompts and suggestions for this handsome Jedi! ;) )

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How long have the two of you been traveling together? It must have been months. So many weeks of planning, fighting and surviving. Every day, Cal gave you new hope that all of this wasn’t in vain, that you stood at least some chance against the mighty Empire, that any of your actions actually mattered.

But as the war continued, you began to grow tired. No matter how big your victories, the Empire just seemed to grow stronger by the day. You had lost so many comrades and friends on the way already…

Looking up from the holo table, you stared at Cal, as he explained the next mission to your little group. Merrin was listening with a passive expression on her face, while Greeze looked openly skeptical. This was dangerous, but the red-haired Jedi seemed convinced that you were on the path to uncovering something grand. Something to help the rebellion in a new way.

“I don’t know, kid…”, Greeze started after Cal had finished. “It could be chasing nothing more than a legend…”

“Or it could be a real chance.”, the Jedi argued back and once again you found yourself admiring his optimism. Or perhaps it was desperation cloaked in hope. “We just have to try…”

“I agree.”, Merrin jumped to his aid. “It could be a safe haven for all of us. For Cere and her project. And for thousands of others.”

Suddenly all eyes were on you, as they awaited your opinion on the matter.

“It might be nothing more than a legend…”, you began. “But I trust you, Cal. So let’s see what we can find.”

What he promised was nothing less than a new home for those trying to escape the ruthless reign of the Empire. A place to start anew and build something untainted by war. If this mystical place was more than a rumor, of course.

Honestly, it sounded too good to be true to you. There had been only one home you had ever known: The Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Everything that came after that was just a hiding place, a temporary shelter, a location where you constantly had to watch your back or tongue.

The Mantis felt different, but it wasn’t home either. Not really.

The crew split up, each returning to their tasks. Greeze busied himself with dinner, while Merrin went to study some artifact she had recovered from her latest trip. You wandered back into your room, hoping to meditate a little, but couldn’t get into the right state of mind. Thoughts of this possible hidden haven kept spinning in your head, making you almost restless.

The whizz of the door opening had you looking up, surprised to find Cal entering.

“Hey… thanks for your support back there.”, he spoke, hand nervously going through his hair.

“I mean what I said, Cal. I trust you. Or I wouldn’t be here.”, you began. “Besides, at least half of your crazy ideas worked well enough so far, right?” A little humor to lighten the mood, and it worked, as both of your lips drew upward a little.

“But you also looked hesitant.”, the Jedi became serious again, moving to sit on your bed, while you stayed on the floor, eyes locked on his form. Curious green eyes stared back at you, waiting for you to speak.

“It’s not about the mission itself.”, you began, trying to sort your thoughts into cohesive sentences. “I.. I just find it hard to consider any place home again, after…” You left the rest unsaid, knowing full well that Cal would understand.

He nodded solemnly, reaching out a hand to place on your shoulder. “I know what you mean.”, he began slowly, as you tried your best to concentrate. His mere touch had your heart beating so damn loud, heat rushing through you. It had started weeks ago, and you still struggled to get these feelings under control.

You couldn’t be falling in love. Especially not with Cal Kestis. A fellow Jedi survivor. And a man dead-set on whatever mission he chose for himself. He would never love you back, you were certain, and you wanted to avoid the heartache.

Yet every time he reached for you, sought your company in private, you found yourself falling for him all over again.

“But even if it’s not a home for us, it could be for others.”

You nodded quietly. He was right. This wasn’t just about you. It was about so many others that deserved a better life. You were thinking about what to say, when Cal continued, voice low, but steady.

“Besides, home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

Eyes widening, you stared at him with lips parting in surprise. What? What did he mean by that? You were sure your heartbeat could be heard all across the galaxy at this point, as you tried to wrangle your feelings into place.

The hand on your shoulder wandered higher, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, before coming to rest on your cheek. He was smiling now, his eyes full of gentleness and… was that affection? Longing? Love?

“Cal…”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

He was about to retreat his hand, but you were quick to place yours on top, holding him against your cheek.

“Do you mean this only as a friend, Cal? As a comrade on the battlefield?”

You had to know. Had to be certain before you laid your heart open to him. Seconds ticked by like small eternities before you heard him breathe one simple word: “No.”

He couldn’t prepare for what you did next. Heck, you yourself weren’t prepared for it. You just closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his.

Cal froze for a second, but before you could think he might not enjoy it, he was kissing you back, hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head, making sure to keep you close. Your own arms had sneaked around his neck, keeping him equally tight against you, as you gave in to the longing you had felt for so long.

“I love you…”, you breathed between kisses.

“And I love you, starlight.”, he said, slowly pulling away to look at you. “And for as long as we are together, it doesn’t matter where we are.”

It was true. He was your home as much as you were his. But that wouldn’t stop you from trying to find a shelter for others. You simply had to try.

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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theatrelove3000 · 1 year

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You’re On Your Own, Kid

This is the first Obi-Wan fic I have posted, let alone let someone other than two close friends read. It took me three months of no time, energy, or inspiration to finish this, but it’s finally done, and I am actually really proud of it. I am thinking about expanding this, depending on the time I have and the inspiration as it comes. Let me know if you like this and want to see more!

Sith! Obi-Wan x former padawan reader

Warnings: I suck at warnings. Uhhh, dark side, mentions of death, maybe manipulation, kissing but only a little, canon violence (dude gets an arm cut off), lightsabers, Sith! Obi. I think that is it. The reader was his padawan but they didn’t start training together until she was already an adult. The reader wears a dress but I don’t think I used pronouns? Lmk if I missed anything else.

Summary: When your master suddenly falls into the darkness, you are left alone to be subject to the watchful, judging, mistrusting eyes of the Jedi Council. It’s one thing to lose a master, you’ve lost one before Obi. It’s something else to lose the man you love. Especially when you can still hear his whispers.

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re On Your Own, Kid! Recommend listening while reading this

Three months, two weeks, and six days.

That's how long it's been since you last saw Obi Wan. He'd go on missions that could be that long, or longer, but this time stretch was harder because you know he isn't coming back. Obi Wan is gone. He left the order. He abandoned you.

At least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

You try to stay upset and hurt about it but it's becoming more difficult by the day. Watching your master walk away from the only home and family he ever knew was a major shock to everyone. He always preached about how the Jedi Order was good, right, and peaceful, yet suddenly, he was gone after causing quite the stir in a council meeting.

He had come back to your shared apartment and marched right over to you, grabbed you by your elbow and drew you into his chest. He was always more physically affectionate with you but this was something different. Something unsettling. He had wrapped you in a tight hug, breathing in the scent of you before dropping his head and whispering one thing in your ear.

"My chains are broken. The force has freed me."

And then he was gone.

It was explained to you later that your master had fallen and you were to be reassigned to complete your training. You had been set to take your trials for your knighthood in a few weeks but due to Obi Wan's sudden switch to the dark side, they feared you harbored the same beliefs he revealed he had to the council.

Your new master is… for lack of a better word, an ass. She is your third master. Your first one, who had selected you at a young age, died a few years back. Obi Wan decided to complete your training, since you were just three or four years from knighthood, already an adult. This new master is short and cold and uncaring. You had just been through a rapid and difficult transition and she held no compassion in her eyes, only wariness and dislike. She didn't trust you.

No one did now. All the friends you had no longer speak to you because they fear you are unstable and dangerous. You never showed signs of leaning into the dark side but because Obi Wan fell, you also must be dark. His apprentice. Only Anakin still speaks to you. Occasionally, Master Yoda invites you to meditate with him as well, though you suspect he is doing so to check on your signature. Master Yoda is a kind and gentle soul but he must be wary. You understand. Sort of.

It isn't until the heat of summer fades and cool winter winds start to blow that you start to hear him.

My darling.

Little dove.

Sweet one.

Angel.

The terms of endearment your master used to call you whisper through your mind, as though he were right behind you. You feel his presence when you're alone and see him in your dreams. You'd thought if you dreamed of him, they'd be nightmares but they aren't. They're sweet dreams. Almost memories but with slight changes.

Mornings after nightmares when you'd wake in his bed wrapped in his embrace, though he lets his hands wander more. Presses kisses to your neck and shoulders. Messing up on purpose during training so he'd have to wrap his arms around you to fix your form but he stands far closer, holding you tightly to his body.

You knew you loved him before he left but he never showed signs of returning the feeling. It wasn't until he was gone that the signs appeared. For a while, you thought it was just your mind grieving the loss of him. That is, until he comes to you.

~~~~~

Anakin manages to convince the council that you need to get out of the temple, take on a mission again. He's always been persuasive, though at first the council wasn't inclined to grant his request. Through many meetings and solid evidence that you're not like Obi Wan, they allow it on the condition that he keeps you in his line of sight at all times. He agrees readily and tells you to pack a bag.

After explaining the mission, he takes you to Padme so she can help you find a dress. You're attending a gala the senate is holding in order to ease tensions, though with the way the galaxy is now it will only raise them.

That's how you find yourself standing in a big ballroom wearing a long sleeve, floor length dress. Despite the dress still being modest compared to the other women around you, you still feel exposed. Your Jedi robes leave everything up to imagination but this dress does not. It's more form fitting and accentuates certain parts of your body in a very flattering way, while still being conservative.

"My, my. What have we here? Did you lose your way, Little dove?"

The voice makes you freeze. You spin around, looking for the owner but see no one. You shake your head, hoping to rid yourself of the panic and hope that had appeared with the voice.

"Did you stray too far from home? Do you need help finding the path?"

You know his voice better than you know your own. He's here somewhere. You can feel his eyes on you even if you can't see him.

You turn slightly, searching the crowd for Anakin. He's talking with some of the senators, Padme by his side. He's occupied.

You start walking.

Letting yourself out of the ballroom, you wander through the halls of the massive building the gala is being held in. You had seen a terrace when you first arrived and been escorted in. There it is. You open the doors and step out into the cool night air.

You don't hear him as he follows you or as he shuts the doors to the terrace. You don't hear him take the last few strides necessary to stand behind you, closing the distance between you. The only sign that you were correct is the feeling of his hands on your hips. They're warm and strong and certain, just as they always were.

"My Little Dove." His greeting is whispered into your hair just above your ear.

"Master-"

"I am not your master any more, my darling." He interrupts you, his voice sending goosebumps down your arms. "I am simply a being you meet in your travels as a pawn in a game your side can't win. I am only a man who has missed you very dearly."

You take a deep breath, praying your voice won't shake as you respond, "you wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't gone."

The hum he gives in response is deep, seemingly coming from low in his chest. "It was time for me to go. I hope you can understand. Places to be and people to see, you know."

"You left me. You abandoned me like everyone else."

He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into them. "I did not abandon you. I never left you, Little Dove. I was always there, always watching. It may have been from a distance but you were never alone."

You try to control your emotions, keep your cool, "Your leaving the Order has shown me I have always been on my own. I didn't choose this life, Obi Wan. It was thrust upon me before I was at an age that I could understand it. I don't remember the sound of my mother's voice. I don't know my father's name."

"I didn't choose it either, darling. Very few of us did. To be entirely honest with you, I dreamed of leaving and yet I stayed. Do you know why, my Little Dove?" His fingers are tracing up your sides delicately, never straying into areas he has not gained permission to touch.

Your voice cracks a bit as you respond, "Why, Obi?"

"I stayed because I needed to be around you. Your presence is my vise, your signature is, simply put, addictive to me. It was inappropriate for me to have the feelings I do for you while you trained under me so I kept them at bay as best I could." His nose grazes your temple as he speaks, the edge of his beard lightly scratching your cheekbone as he speaks, "I didn't do as good a job as I thought. Those around us began questioning our relationship. They said horrible things that I will never allow to reach your innocent ears. I could have killed anyone who ever said anything nasty about you. I still can. All you have to do is ask."

Your breathing falters, though you can't tell if it's from fear or shock or something else. If he catches it, he doesn't say a word. "I don't want that. Murder is still wrong, no matter where you stand politically."

"Ah, but don't you see, my Little Dove? I don't wish to kill for political reasons. I kill for you. Anyone who ever hurt you deserves to go."

"You're frightening me, Master," you whisper shakily. He responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

"I do not wish for you to fear me, my love. I only want to protect you, to keep you safe. I can continue to do that from afar as I have been these three months. Or… you could come with me." He keeps his voice low, fingers stroking your sides delicately.

"Where? Where would you take me?"

"Home, Little Dove. I will take you home."

You close your eyes, feeling your resolve beginning to crumble. Suddenly the warmth of your former master against your back is gone. You turn and he's nowhere to be seen. The only sign that you did not imagine it is the phantom feeling of his hands on you.

"All you have to do is call for me, my Little Dove. I'll come to save you from your golden cage."

Suddenly you hear your name being called. It takes you a moment to register that it's Anakin's voice. He sounds a little worried. You turn all the way around for the first time since stepping onto the balcony. You use the force to open the doors.

"I'm here, Ani"

His head snaps to face you at your voice and he quickly makes his way over to you, "I've been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing out here?"

"It was a little stuffy in there. I just needed some air. I'm sorry if I worried you. I didn't think I'd be gone long." You let him lead you back inside. Instead of taking you back to the ballroom, he escorts you outside where Padme is waiting.

"It's fine. I'm just glad I didn't lose you. That… would not have looked good on me." He laughs a little, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, "it's time for us to head out. We're going to be escorting the senator to her suite in the hotel and then going to our room."

"Yes, Master Skywalker," you bow slightly dramatically, tone dripping in sarcasm.

He laughs, rolls his eyes at your playfulness and shoves your shoulder as you start walking, both of you flanking Padme.

~~~~~

And that's how it began.

You start answering him when he whispers into your mind. You didn't even see him that night but you know it was real. Even if it wasn't, you hope that you continue to hear him. You start feeling him as well. You even catch hints of his scent from time to time. Always when you need him the most.

Those moments became more and more common. The weight of arms around you in those few blissful moments between sleep and wakefulness make you think of him. He whispers encouragement as you train with your new master, even the occasional reminder to help you correct your form or a suggestion to make a motion easier for you. He's still helping to train you. Apparently your four years with him didn't make him sick of teaching you.

It's your next off-world mission that starts to cause your foundation to crumble.

Anakin had convinced Master Windu that he could take you off-world with himself and Ahsoka instead of being with your own master. It was a simple mission. Get into the separatist base, steal the information, get out.

When is anything ever that simple?

Your cover was blown quickly and it doesn't take long to realize this was a trap. You are separated from Anakin and Ahsoka somewhere in the crossfire between your troops and the battle druids. You find yourself in an empty hallway alone, not even a clone behind you.

Looking around, you move back towards the way you came, only to realize you are more than a little lost in this base. You reach out your signature to find Anakin but are met with a different signature. Another, more familiar one.

Obi Wan.

Before you can take a moment to think it through, you're running towards it. You chase the warm, blue signature you've grown oh so attached to deeper into the base. When you reach a door that you can feel him behind, you pause. Pressing your palm flat against the cool metal, you reach out again. Reaching for him. He responds by tangling his signature with yours, but doesn't open the door. You hear a click and realize it's the lock. He unlocked the door. The door still doesn't open. He's giving you the choice. It almost makes you cry.

He is giving you the option to reach him. He isn't forcing you into anything, simply waiting to see how you decide. The Order never does that. All they do is command and demand and give expectations to meet. It's exhausting. You're tired. You miss him.

"Obi?" You whisper to the door. As a response, you hear a small thud on the door as he presses his hand to it where yours is. You can feel the pressure of his power through the door. He whispers your name back to you.

"I'm frightened," you feel your eyes start to water, voice breaking softly, "I just want you."

"I know, my darling. It's alright if you are not ready yet. I'll wait for you. I'll wait an eternity for you." His voice is louder than yours, but not by much. You want to open the door but can't bring yourself to do it. He can feel it. You know he can. His signature brushes over yours gently again, soothing you. He was always good at that.

"I have to go, Master. I'm sorry. I need to find Anakin."

"It's alright, Little Dove. I'll be with you. Always."

You nod and take another moment of weakness before pulling away and running the way you came. It takes you twenty minutes to find Anakin and Ahsoka again. As you reappear, Ahsoka crashes into you, hugging you tight.

"Are you okay!? Your comms weren't working. We've been calling you and sent troops to find you but we couldn't! What happened? Where did you go?"

You push Ahsoka back to look her into her eyes, holding her shoulders. "It's okay. I'm fine. I got lost in the hallways. The droids were coming from that way so I handled it. I just got confused on my way back to you. All the halls look so similar."

You try cracking a joke as you notice Anakin watching you cautiously. He knows something. Looking over, you cast what you hope is a charming smile in his direction. He nods and gives a small smile in return but still looks concerned, though you can't tell if it's for you or because of you.

When you return to the Temple, the council convenes to be briefed on the mission. Anakin credits you with destroying a majority of the Droid squadron within the base. The council seems to be a mixture of impressed and put off by this news. You're not surprised.

You feel nothing for them anymore. They don't do anything but cause more problems for you and those around you. Most Jedi would say the most dangerous feeling to have is hatred. Some say anger. Others will tell you that hope is the worst thing to feel, especially in this war.

No. The most dangerous thing a Jedi can feel is indifference. Indifference causes one to not have loyalty to those they have been sworn to. With anger or hatred or even hope, it shows one still feels attached to something. With indifference, it is not so.

Your indifference is what Obi Wan was waiting for.

~~~~~

The next mission you are sent on is the one that sends you over the edge.

It's another gala you are to attend, this time undercover as a senator's aid. The moment you arrive, you reach out for Obi Wan. You search the room with your eyes and your signature, praying to the Maker that he is there.

As the evening progresses, you stop looking for him. You become distracted by doing your job, working the crowd and getting more information you've been sent to collect. Though the council has seemed to develop more trust in you over the last couple of months, they don't trust you entirely. You have another Jedi with you to keep an eye on you. You don't remember his name, and it doesn't particularly matter to you anyway. He's just a security measure to protect the Order.

"Pardon me for interrupting, Senator Gunray. I was hoping I might ask this lovely young lady for this dance." His voice drips across your ears like bacta over a burn. Your posture relaxes as the senator you were speaking with bows out gracefully, promising to speak with you again later.

You turn and finally see the man you've dreamt of for five whole months, though if you're honest, it's been longer than that. He looks dashing in his white suit and cape. As your eyes trail up from his chest, you catch the hairs of his auburn beard lift as he smiles at you. You see that smile next, the shining and slightly arrogant one you grew used to throughout your few years of training with him.

He reserves this smile for you. The one that shows his pride but also a glimmer of praise for you. He softens whenever he sees you, even if it's isn't noticeable to anyone else. It always was to you. He was a good and kind master, but a better friend. In this smile, you see your friend.

You raise your eyes to meet his and your breath catches. The cerulean ocean you are used to seeing is gone, replaced by molten gold, framed by dark lashes, which seem darker than they used to. Maybe it's just your imagination.

"Remember to breathe, Little Dove. I fear you will pass out if you don't."

You let out a small huff of a laugh as you smile and glance down to your feet. You see him lift his hand to under your chin, raising your eyes back to his. You can see him searching your face for something. He must find it or you are imagining it because he draws away again, offering you his arm to take.

"I believe I offered you a dance, my love. May I have one?"

"Yes, my lord." He leads you out onto the floor. A waltz starts not long after he pulls you into position. As you dance, he keeps you closer to his body than the other partners on the floor. You don't mind, letting yourself melt into his arms for the first time in several months.

Obi Wan was the one who taught you to dance. He had been trying to help you learn to make your movements smoother, more choreographed as you dueled. You kept making jagged, uncoordinated movements that caused you to lose your footing or leave an open spot for someone to strike. Obi had taken your Saber, tossed it and his own to the side, then pulled you in gently. He kept a respectable amount of space between you as he placed your hand on his shoulder and his own on your waist, holding your opposite hand. And he taught you to dance. Slowly, you got the hang of it and he moved back into the forms you were learning. You never lost to him in a duel again.

The dance sessions became almost a regular occurrence. He'd hug you when you were upset and slowly rock you, letting it turn into a silly little dance to make you smile and giggle. He'd kiss your head and twirl you just to make you squeal or blush. Those are his fondest memories of being in the order.

"I have a question for you, Darling."

"I will answer anything you ask of me, Darth Nighte," you respond without hesitation.

He grins widely and lets out a laugh. "You always have, haven't you? My good girl."

You blush slightly and look away from him to hide it. He doesn't like that. He lifts your chin again and raises an eyebrow, warning you not to look away again.

"Did you pick this gown to get someone's attention?" He says it in a teasing tone but you know what he is asking. Is the dress for him?

The dress you selected for the gala was bought with what little you had saved over the years. You had gone out into the city on one of your rare days off to buy it. It was in the shop window and you'd asked to try it on. It was a long sleeved, dark blue dress with tiny gems to make it appear as though you were a part of the evening sky. It's a bit lower cut in the bust than you thought you'd be comfortable with but seeing the way he admires it, you know it was the right decision.

"I must confess, my lord. I fear I am no longer a good Jedi. You see, I find myself disagreeing with the rules and growing agitated trying to suppress my emotions. It feels like I'm being pulled down a different, new path. I can't stand the rule against attachments. I have found that attachments only make you stronger. Maybe that is what they are afraid of…" you trail off as you realize how much you spoke but he holds your eye contact and nods for you to continue. "I have found myself deeply attached to a lord at this very party and I had hoped he'd find the dress pleasing."

"I'm sure he does, my darling. Do I know this lord, do you think?" He knows. He always does.

You smile and glance around as though making sure no one was listening, "I think you know him very well, my lord."

"Then I suppose I'll leave you to him." He starts to release you but you grip onto him tighter. He laughs again, a sound you truly and sorely missed.

Together, you and Obi Wan danced for several more songs. You talk occasionally but mostly bask in the comfort you bring each other. As the night dwindles on and draws to a close, you know you have a decision to make. A path to choose.

Obi Wan senses your panic and turmoil. He searches your eyes again before leading you off the dance floor to a little alcove on the side of the ballroom. He presses you back against the wall and lets his body tower over yours.

"My angel, you do not have to do anything you don't wish to. I don't intend to steal you away and hide you from the galaxy. It is your decision. This is your life. Lead it how you wish to. No matter what you decide, I will always love and support you. Even if I must do so from afar." He leans down and presses his forehead to yours. You can feel the love in his signature. True love. Pure love. How can a feeling so pure be so bad?

Lifting your chin slightly, you let your nose brush his and hear his quick intake of breath. He leans further into you slowly, giving you time to pull away from him. To say no.

You never will.

He lets his lips brush yours. It's gentle, simple, peaceful. He lets you decide how to proceed. Slowly, your hands move from where you had pressed them to his chest up into his hair to pull him closer. He hums in pleasure and pushes you further into the alcove. He kisses you the way you imagined he would. Gentle but dominant. Kind but leading. Persuasive. The Great Negotiator, indeed.

You pull away first, needing to breathe. He lets you go but keeps his forehead against yours.

"Obi?" You whisper to him.

"Sweet One?" He responds.

"Am I ready now?"

"That, my dearest little dove, is not a question I can answer for you."

You nod, feeling the tears form. His hand is holding your cheek and jaw on one side. He can feel when they start to fall. He coos gently and pulls you into his chest, whispering reassurances and words of love.

"I don't want you to go again. It hurts when you go, my Obi." You mutter through the tears. Obi Wan pulls away enough to hold your face with both hands.

"I don't have to. You can come with me, Darling. I have a place for us. It's safe and quiet and peaceful. It's perfect. I made sure it's perfect for you. All you have to do is say yes. Little Dove, you can stay with me. Come with me."

His voice isn't commanding or ordering you. It's… begging. He's begging you to stay with him.

Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you look up at his eyes. They're no longer gold the way they were before. They're darker now. Green. Your breathing picks up as you kiss him again. It's a soft, quick kiss. He reciprocates, waiting for your decision.

"Home?" You ask him. He smiles against your lips and nods.

"Home."

"Obi Wan. Take me home."

The burst of joy in his signature is more than enough to convince you that this was the right decision. He kisses you fiercely before retreating and standing up straight. A lord once again. Offering you his arm, he leads you back into the public eye.

As he escorts you through the front doors of the building and towards the hanger, you are stopped by a voice yelling your name. Your Jedi babysitter. You forgot about him. Obi Wan stiffens as he hears it as well, turning his head just enough to see the man behind you. You try to keep going but Obi Wan has stopped. Your panic is beginning to rise again. You'll never be free.

"You are to return to the Temple with me immediately, Young Padawan. This is not a debate."

"I-"

"My apologies, Jedi, but I believe she has made her decision." Obi Wan's voice is calm but there is a hint of a threat in it. He's daring the man to oppose him.

"I'm sorry, Senator, but that will not be happening. She has been asked to return to the Temple."

"Senator? Do you hear that, my darling? Senator. The level of disrespect tossed about by the Order is truly insulting. He doesn't even know my name."

You keep your eyes on Obi, pleading with him through your signature to just take you and go. In your bones, you knew it wouldn't be this easy. If only.

Obi Wan turns and the Jedi recognizes him. His eyes, now returned to gold, are a dead giveaway. The Jedi draws his weapon and beckons you over, holding his hand out as he calls your name again.

"This man is not who you think he is, Padawan. Come with me." He reaches for you again but you take a step back, closer to Obi Wan.

"Maybe I'm not who you thought I was, Master. Or… I think perhaps I am." Glancing up at Obi, you see him watching you with curiosity and… hope. You haven't seen hope in so long you almost don't recognize it.

Your Obi nods at you, just once, and takes a step back. The Jedi is gazing at the both of you with confusion and horror as you look at Obi Wan.

"I told you already, Little Dove. This is your decision. No one can make it for you." His voice calms you. There's no malice in it when he directs it at you.

"He's trying to trick you, Padawan. It's time to go now." The Jedi got close enough to grab your wrist and begin to pull you away. The moment he touches you, your lightsaber is in your hand and the Jedi is screaming. You open your eyes and see the man's arm on the ground between you. His lightsaber falls from his other hand and Obi Wan comes to pick it up. You feel your hands shaking as you watch him replace the Jedi's Saber on his belt before reaching a hand out to you.

"Are you ready now, darling?"

You look between Obi's hand and the man's arm and then at the blood on your gown. You take Obi Wan's hand and leave the Jedi kneeling on the ground of the hanger as you're taken onto your love's ship. He sits you down and pulls off his cape, draping it over you. It's heavier than it looked. He helps to strap you into the co-pilot seat before getting into the pilot seat.

As the ship lifts off, you catch a reflection in the glass of the cockpit window. Your eyes are surrounded by a ring of gold.

You feel Obi Wan take your hand as you reach hyperspace and let him smooth his thumb over your knuckles. You glance up at his beautiful eyes and see they are the blue you missed. You realize something that nearly brings you to tears again. You've been on your own for most of your life, especially when it got hard.

You don't have to be alone anymore. You have your Obi Wan.

~~~~~

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 10 months

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l need Luke Skywalker x Jedi!reader x Din djarin imagine Please

Hello dear love,

I'm so sorry it took so long to have this written for you. But I hope I did it justice.

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CHOICE

SUMMARY: Your past and your future collide, what decision will you make?

A/N: Hello lovelies,

It's been a while since I have posted. Life has been one blow after another. Good news is that my mother is doing very well. I had COVID for two weeks almost, thankfully it wasn't too bad, but it did drain me quite a bit.

I don't write poly-ships, but I hope I did this request justice; also it's not necessarily a Jedi reader, but a reader who is force sensitive.

Thank you to the lovely @firstofficerwiggles for beta reading.

This will be a 7-parter. Updated weekly.

Love oo

Italics - flashback

WARNINGS: Angst, anger, sacrifice, force use

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Luke wiped the sweat from his face as he ran through his drills, he couldn’t help but think back to his time on Dagobah, running through that humid and dense forest with Yoda on his back. The jokes his old master would share with him, the conversations they would have, and the wisdom he could impart.

Now, he was alone.

Sure he had his twin sister, Han, Chewie, and R2 but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t understand the responsibility of becoming a Jedi, and Leia all but decided she didn’t want this life. She wanted to raise a family with Han.

A family.

His eyes focused on the stars overhead as he lay down on the grassy field, the breeze cooling his body, as he wondered what would happen if he did have a family.

Someone to love.

Who was he kidding, it would be a pipe dream. Who would he even have a family with?

It’s not like he couldn’t find some random person to start a family with, but he didn’t want just someone he could pick up at a bar. He wanted to have a deeper connection. Someone who would understand the responsibility of being with a Jedi, and the issues a long distance relationship could have.

Family.

That one word kept him up unsettled. Not because of the responsibility but because of you.

He tried to push you out of his mind, clearing his thoughts so he could focus on his meditation, however now whenever he mediated and that word kept popping up, there was one face he saw. It was yours, and all the firsts you two had shared.

His heart began to ache when he thought of the last time he saw you.

The music from the Ewok’s impromptu party still filled the night air, he looked around to find you, he hadn’t seen you since he told Leia he was turning himself in to the Empire, only to walk right into you waiting on the next catwalk.

You tried to stop him, told him you’d overheard his conversation with Leia, that he was crazy and out of his mind for going to face Vader. He did his best to reassure you, but you weren’t hearing it. He did the only thing he could think of, he leaned in and gently kissed your cheek lingering for a few seconds longer than necessary. It was the sure fire way of making sure you stopped talking, he’d used once or twice to win an argument between the two of you. As you stood there, tears in your eyes, he wished you the best and left you standing as tears streamed down your face.

He spent a good portion of the night trying to find you, and now that he had found you standing away from the party, looking out into the forest of Endor, all the words in that moment flew out of his mind as he remember the first time you two kissed.

Turned out it was both your first kiss, you were both clumsy and awkward, however, it was special. A special moment that started the both of you through a journey of friendship and love that neither of you had expected.

You looked beautiful, standing there with a drink in your hand, your eyes shined even though they seemed lost and sad. He was glad he made it back. He didn’t want to have any regrets about leaving things the way they had before he went to meet Vader, but he also knew things might never be the same between the two of you.

He took a deep breath, calming down his racing heart, taking one step towards you, “I’m surprised you’re here” Luke’s voice called over, he could see how you flinched at hearing his voice, “I thought you would’ve been having a drinking contest with Chewie by now.”

You simply hummed an acknowledgement not bothering to turn to look at him.

He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh, he could sense your annoyance at having him stand beside you. He leaned on the balcony doing his best to keep his distance without looking like he was keeping his distance, he just needed to appear casual “Still mad at me?”

Your hand clenched around the mug that contained some obscure liquor the Ewok’s made, it wasn’t the tastiest thing but it certainly had a kick, you took a sip trying to calm the annoyance in your heart. Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and exhaled doing your best to let your frustration go. “Let me ask you, what would you do if it had been me?”

“But it wasn’t you”

You squeezed the mug, “So because it wasn’t me, I have no right to feel anything?”

“That’s not what I said”

“Then what did you mean? I’m asking you to put yourself in my shoes, my friend … my partner or someone I thought loved me, goes to sacrifice himself, and the last thing you said to me was ‘I’m glad you’re my friend.’ Then you walked away. You didn’t turn back, you didn’t falter, you just left. If it had been me, wouldn’t you still be mad at me?”

Luke rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I probably would be” he felt bad for leaving you standing there, “If there had been another way to save Vader, if it was possible for me to do it any other way, don’t you think I would’ve tried?” He looked over to you, hoping you’d understand his predicament.

A defeated sigh left you, you knew how much saving Vader meant to Luke. It was his father after all, what would you do for your family?

“I’m sorry. I know, I shouldn’t hold it against you. I know what you went through with Vader, and how much it meant for you to save him, it’s just …” You ran your hand down your face, “It just … you scared me. I thought I’d never see you again.” Tears began to well-up, “Do you know how much I love you?”

Luke stepped closer to you, resting his hand on your elbow, turning you to face him, “I know how much you care for me; it’s because I had your support I was able to do what I needed” his hand cupped your cheek, “I appreciate you more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Appreciate?” You clarified, as you stepped away from him, “You appreciate me?” You felt a nervousness rising, as your stomach fluttered, you could feel your heart breaking, “You don’t love me, do you?”

Maker how he wished he didn’t have to have this conversation, how he wished thing didn’t have to be this way.

“I … I'm the last Jedi, and with that comes a responsibility. If things were different, if I wasn’t my father’s child, if …” Luke took in a shaky breath, as he stepped closer to you again, “If I had the freedom to say what is pressing on my heart to say, what you are wanting to hear …” his hand caressed your cheek, “However, I can’t tell you what you want to hear. It’d be unfair and cruel, especially since I’m not able to give you the life you want. It’s my responsibility to train the future generations, to pass on the knowledge I have gained.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “What are you trying to say?”

His hand dropped to his side, as he took a minute to steady his nerves, he closed his eyes using the force to give him the strength of what he needed to do. He took in a deep breath before looking into your eyes, as resolve settled within his heart.

“We need to be honest about our future”

“Our future?”

“We’re heading in different directions, love. I can’t …” he cleared his throat, forcing the words to come out, “I'm not able to dedicate myself you. I am a Jedi Knight, like my father before me, my will is the will of the force, and you deserve someone who will focus on you completely”

“I don’t care what you think I deserve, I want you.” He could see how your mind was racing a million miles a minute to keep this from happening, “I can … I can help with training. I can provide support. I … I can’t …” your bottom lip started to tremble, as your eyes welled up, “I can’t walk away from you. I can’t …”

Luke wiped the tears that had slipped down your cheek, “I’m sorry. I wished things were different, but I can’t turn my back on the legacy that has been placed before me.”

You took another step back, you closed your eyes steading your nerves as much as possible, “I understand.” You did your best to fight back the tears, you were sure he could hear your heart breaking, “I know you’ll do an amazing job. I wish you all the best.”

His eyes opened as the rocks floating around him plummeted to the floor, maker how he regretted walking away from you. The next day you had left without so much as a goodbye, he didn’t blame you, after all it was his fault for making you leave.

Now, however, all he really wanted, was to see you again, to tell you he did love you. He never stopped loving you. Walking away, was the hardest and most painful thing he had to do.

He realized his mistake, especially after Grogu decided to go back to his Mandalorian, to have his family.

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My birthday is on March 9th I don't know if you do Twins Hunter X female reader like one twin is bad the other is good they both like her but she has to pick one.

Happy Birthday! I apologize for posting this a day late, it kind of ran away on me and what was supposed to be a short drabble ended up becoming six full pages long. Hope you had a great birthday!

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Fire and Ice

The icy caves of Illum hold insight to many secrets. Will your feelings for Hunter help you or hinder you on your journey?

Warnings: Dissociation. Mental struggles. Hypothermia and all the fun stuff that goes along with it 😂

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"I just don't understand! Why now?" Hunter frustratedly threw his hands up. You shook your head and took a deep breath, trying not to be angry at his unexpected outburst.

It had been two years since life as you knew it had suddenly been flipped upside down. Two years since your master had sacrificed himself to save you. One year since your best friend was killed by the Second Sister. A year since you'd cut yourself off from the Force, and a year since you'd sold your lightsaber and joined this ragtag band of rouge clones - your new found family.

"I just..." You looked at your feet, struggling to find the words to speak to the man who'd become your closest friend. Your confidant. Your unrequited love.

You sighed, biting your lip. "Seeing Tippoca City destroyed, seeing everything the Empire has done and is still doing.... I feel like I should've done more."

"Cyar'ika," Hunter breathed, sitting down beside you. He put a hand on your shoulder. "You know none of that was your fault."

You sniffed, wiping tears that threatened to fall. "I know it's not, Hunter. But what if Echo is right?" You looked back up at him. You didn't need the Force to read the conflicted look on his face. "Maybe we should be doing more. We could be helping a lot more people!"

Hunter furrowed his brow. "We are helping people. We're keeping Omega safe. We're doing what we can!"

"Yeah, but I'm not!" you huffed.

"What do you mean?" Hunter turned to face you with a confused expression.

"Hunter, I am -" you paused, "I was a Jedi. I should be doing more."

He cocked his head. "I thought you said you cut yourself off from that. You sold your lightsaber."

You nodded. "I did. I was scared, Hunter. I was a scared kid who wanted to be done with fighting wars. I hid my identity. I hid who I was because I was terrified that an inquisitor would find me like they did my friend. People got hurt because of me."

"So what changed?"

You shrugged. "I just...after seeing all this evil being done under the guise of peace, I feel guilty. It was selfish to cut myself off from something that can help fight that evil."

Hunter shifted, "But it's also dangerous. You cut yourself off to keep the Empire at bay and now you want to just jump back into the fight!? What about Omega? What about her safety? What about us?"

Us? Your heart skipped a beat, but then a more reasonable thought smothered it. He was probably referring to the team. Not me and him.

"If that's really how you feel, then I'll leave with Echo and Rex when I return." You said bitterly.

Hunter tensed. "I -" his shoulders sank in defeat. He couldn't say what he wanted to say. Not when you'd already made up your mind. Maybe he was being the selfish one. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

"Where? Where will you go to do this? To be a Jedi again?"

You sighed, suddenly feeling very heavy. Did you really want to leave him on these terms? You didn't have a choice.

"I'll need to meditate. And I'll need to rebuild my lightsaber. I need to go to Illum. To the crystal caves."

***

It was colder than you remembered. At least it wasn't windy inside the caves. The wind had nearly blown you off the mountain as you'd waited for the crystal's amplified rays to melt the entrance of solid ice.

You were only a youngling the last time you were here. You recalled the excitement flooding your veins. But that was years ago - you were young then. Back then, that youngling had friends, she wasn't alone. She was naive - ignorant of the horrors of the war to come. Now you were flooded with an air of uncertainty.

Though cut off from the Force, you'd felt different upon entering the caves. Something in the air felt conflicted - stretched and pulled in so many different directions.

***

"Uhgggg!" You shouted in frustration. You'd been wandering around for what felt like hours.

"What am I even doing here!?" You shouted out loud. Your voice echoed eerily through the icy passageways. You sunk to the floor in defeat.

"You were right, Hunter." you mumbled. You couldn't remember what you did as a youngling all those years ago.

Meditate. Your master's voice rang in your mind. You recalled the hours he spent teaching you and scolding you when you'd begin to drift off to sleep. It had been a long time since you truly meditated. You closed your eyes.

I am one with the Force and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

***

It seemed like hours had passed when you opened your eyes. You sighed. Nothing was any clearer. No epiphanies, no sudden emotion, no direction.

A figure appeared suddenly in the distance. A man stood straight at attention. His brown eyes were sharp and hair was long, swept back in a red bandana. Hunter.

What was he doing here? Relief flooded your veins - a welcome distraction from the dangerous chill in the air. So he decided to follow you after all. Despite the heated argument before, he hadn’t left you on your own.

“Hunter!” you called out. He didn't answer but turned on his heel heading down the icy corridor away from you.

"Hunter?" You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping your coat tighter around you and ran after him. He didn't stop to see if you were following. It was almost like he was certain that you would.

The corridor emptied into a small, natural cave. Frozen stalagmites glistened, sending fractals of light dancing from an unknown source of light. You looked around and realized that you were alone once again.

"H-Hunter?" You shivered. No response. Had you imagined him?! It was common knowledge that the caves could show you visions. Even the younglings knew that. But why would the Force choose for you to see Hunter?

You blinked and suddenly jumped in surprise. Hunter stood before you once again but this time he held out his hand towards you, palm up as if offering something to you.

It glittered in the light - almost as if it were glowing of its own accord. A kyber crystal. Was it yours? It couldn't be. This was too easy. On the other hand, it almost felt romantic, the way he held it out to you. Alluring. You reached your hand out to take it but before you could, he vanished in a cloud of fog. Snatching your hand back as though it had been burned, you stood there in confusion. What was happening!?

Two figures emerged from the fog and you took a step back in surprise. One was Hunter and the other was also Hunter.

Each clone had a crystal in his hand, holding it out to you.

One Hunter was more prominent than the other. He stood tall and at attention. His brown eyes looked at you with pride and...something else you couldn't quite place. He smelt of pine and blaster grease. He was warm, and very attractive.

The other was fainter than the first. He still stood strong but his face was kind and sad - almost pitying. But nevertheless, he felt like home. You wanted to curl up next to him. He was cool, calm, and collected - but still he held an air of authority. That attitude was what you loved about him.

"You have to choose, cyare." The first one spoke.

How could you choose!?

Both figures had Hunter's looks and his deep, husky voice, but there was still something else there that you couldn't explain. Something different between the two of them.

Tapping into the Force did nothing but make you dizzy as if a tornado was tossing you this way and that, like you were wandering around in circles. Light and dark. Peace and Passion. Chaos and Order.

"Don't make this decision lightly, Mesh'la." Warned the fainter one on the left. "You have to choose one of us."

You took a step backwards, head reeling. Choose? How? Both were Hunter. Both were the man you'd fallen in love with.

"We'll be together, Mesh'la." The darker Hunter spoke. "Forget these inscessant politics. Screw the Empire. Screw the Rebellion. It's us against the galaxy. Just us. You, my brothers, and me. That's all that matters."

The lighter Hunter emerged again, holding the crystal in his palm.

"Apathy is just as dangerous as ignorance." He said. "You know this and that's why you have to go. You have to leave."

"No!" Growled the other one. "You can't leave me! How can I protect you if you're gone? You're mine, cyare. I care for you too much to let you go. Choose me, cyare. I'll go with you."

"Everything in moderation, Mesh'la. Be careful. I trust you, and even though I don't like it, I know that our paths are different. Our battles are different. You have always been meant for greater things. Trust me, Mesh'la. Choose me."

You looked back and forth between them. The darker one gazed at you with a lust in his eyes that made you weak. It made you hungry. This Hunter was feral and dangerous. This Hunter excited you. He wanted to join you. Together you'd be nearly unstoppable. The rush he gave you told you that the two of you could take down the Empire. You could save everyone. You could fix everything.

"Save everyone, but at what cost?" The lighter Hunter spoke sharply. There was that tone of voice you knew so well. The voice of a leader. Powerful but kind. He did what was in the best interest of his squad. His family.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to make a difference, cyare? You came here for a reason. Remember that."

You came here for a reason.

Save everyone.

Stop the Empire.

Yes. This must be the right one. The darker one made sense. This must be the right Hunter to choose. Your Hunter.

"You and me against the galaxy," You whispered, stretching out your hand to grasp the crystal he offered.

The ground shuttered and the lights extinguished.

Wrong wrong wrong.

Every sense stood on edge as the sharp warning in the Force came too late. Too sudden. Instead of Hunter's warm grip, your fingers closed on nothing but the frigid air.

The ice beneath your feet cracked and crumbled, knocking you to your knees. Pain shot up your leg, drawing a sharp gasp.

“Hunter!” A shrill scream of terror echoed through the crevasse as you fell into the dark abyss.

***

The painful, stinging smack of flesh hitting water jolted you out of a daze for a fraction of a second before your senses exploded. A violent, stabbing, cutting cold thrust itself around you - through you - stealing the air from your lungs. In a panic, you opened you mouth to scream but the icy torrent forced itself inside sending paradoxical sensations of both blessed numbness and excruciating agony to your mind. Like a datapad overloaded with too much information, you couldn't think. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't feel beyond the brutal cold.

You were vaguely aware of the sudden stop, sliding down out of the water into a small cave of ice and rock.

Coughing and sputtering, you placed your hand against the ice, forcing you to sit up but your arms shook too badly and you collapsed, teeth chattering so hard you thought they might break.

Lying there on the ice, you tried to make sense of your situation. The Force heavily surrounded this place but whether it was light or dark, you couldn't tell. You couldn't discern anything right now.

Maybe Hunter was right. I'm not ready for this. I can't do this. I'm going to die here.

"H-Hunter...." you whimpered, words barely slipping past numb lips. Cold. Maker, it was so cold. The alarm bells in your head were screaming. Get up! Get up! But you found that the will to do so had long since ebbed away.

Tears froze on your cheeks as you choked on the deathly cold - teeth chattering endlessly as muscles painfully contracted.

"You're a failure." The dark whispered harshly. The menacing voice echoed off the walls of the ice chamber, reminding you that you were trapped. There was no way you'd be getting out of this one. Not this time. "Weak. Pathetic." It growled. "You failed the Jedi. You failed yourself. You are unworthy and now you are going to die alone."

Curling in on yourself, you wrapped your arms around your stomach in a desperately futile attempt to stay warm.

So tired.

Hunter I'm sorry.

Your eyelids fluttered closed.

***

"Get up!" A harsh voice whispered at your ear. "Get up!"

A half breathed groan eked past your lips as you lay huddled on the ice, unmoving. The cold didn't bite as hard now. You felt listless. Slow. Gazing at only white through heavily hooded eyes. Even blinking seemed to take tremendous effort.

"Now!" The voice urged.

A thousand fleeting thoughts tumbled around in your mind - slow and mottled together as though trudging through an avalanche or wading through honey. Nothing made sense. You were just so tired.

"Fine." A different voice echoed through the cavern. It was darker than the last. "Just stay here with me then." It growled - dark, sultry, and warm. It was so warm.

You could smell him - a musky, rich, woody scent. It was Hunter's scent. His warm hand swept gently across your face, cradling your head as you leaned into his embrace.

"Hunter," you mumbled, closing your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Yes," he responded. You could almost feel the vibrations in his chest. "Just rest cyare. Close your eyes. I'll keep you warm."

His words were compelling, his voice intoxicating. More than anything, you wanted to believe him. You longed to give into his embrace, to close your eyes and sleep. He was warm. The ice was cold.

"This isn't right!" The first voice whispered from the ice. "You're not supposed to be here."

The icy whispers gave you pause, suddenly giving voice to the lingering doubt flickering in the back of your mind like a powercell on its last sparks of life.

"Get up! Move!"

An overwhelming jolt of terror flooded your chest as panic gripped the ragged edges of your mind. You shouldn't be here. This wasn't Hunter.

You turned to look at him and gasped. Red flame burned in the holes where his eyes should've been. He stared back at you longingly. Possessively.

"Stay here with me, cyare. I told you I'd keep you warm."

Oh how you longed to stay in his embrace - to drift off to sleep in his arms, but something told you that if you did that, you'd never wake up.

Stiffly you shook your head, unable to do much more. You felt frozen, out of place, paradoxical to the warmth surrounding you.

His arms held fast, gripping your body tighter and tighter against his chest.

Wrong.

Get off. Get off. Get it off!

You panicked, flailing around, though his arms locked you in place.

This was wrong. What was once warm and comforting was now becoming suffocating and hot. Too hot.

"No!"

Finding a sudden strength, you tore him off. Fingers ripping at fabric in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of the suffocating heat.

"Quickly now! Move!" The ice whispered.

You found yourself running. A hole had now formed in the wall of your icy prison. For a brief dissociative moment, you watched yourself run, body dragging itself onwards towards an outstretched hand.

Sliding around a corner you caught a glimpse of the fire behind you. Still burning, still pursuing. You stumbled, flames licking at the backs of your legs. Hot. Too hot. A frenzied panic gripped you as you fought to free yourself from it's ever burning touch.

"Keep running, cyar'ika!" The ice whispered, stronger this time. "Run!"

A figure formed ahead of you, giving voice to the whispers. He held out a hand. A second figure emerged. The same two as before.

"CHOOSE!" They both screamed. Your head pounded. You fell to your knees, wanting to curl up into a ball and give into the numbness consuming you.

Just close your eyes. It's all a dream. Sleep. Your delirious thoughts flickered traitorously through your mind.

"Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose!" The screaming voices seemed to get louder and louder, wrenching you from your lethargic stupor.

"I CAN'T!" you screamed. "I CAN'T CHOOSE. Neither of you are right. Neither of you are Hunter. I love the real Hunter."

The ice shuttered again as you sank to the floor, closing your eyes, preparing for your imminent end. You couldn't move but it didn't seem to matter anymore. You would freeze to death - even if you got it right.

Goodbye Hunter.

Suddenly the two figures merged into one. Your eyes flickered open, squinting at the blinding light. The figure held out a hand.

No. Please no more. I can't take anymore.

As though it could read your thoughts, a voice spoke from the cavern. Hunter's voice. The two had become one voice now.

"Take it, cyar'ika. You survived. You did so well. Trust me one last time."

You reached out with the last of your strength and took the hand. The ice shook with a violent finality.

Had you chosen wisely? Was this another trick?

You burst through the ice and collapsed. There was no fire. No ghostly ice vapors. Just quiet. Peaceful quiet.

You lay on your back staring up at the clouds. It was snowing. A giggle escaped from your throat, drawing a weak smile on your lips. The snow felt so good on your exposed skin.

Voices drifted down the hill. Tech. Echo. Wrecker. Hunter.

There was something heavy in your hand - the hand that had grasped onto your savior. Slowly, finger by finger, you uncurled your hand. The kyber crystal glimmered as the sun emerged from behind a cloud.

Hunter's frantic voice grew louder as the clones neared you.

A smile formed from frozen and cracked lips as your eyes slipped shut. You were safe. Hunter was here. The real one. Your Hunter. You'd passed the trial. You'd chosen the light. And Hunter would be there when you awoke.

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~"𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞…"~

(𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

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UGH everyone stfu you'll hurt Anakin's stupid feelings 🙄🙄🙄💅💅💅 It's choppy and rushed at the end because I wrote this over like three months, and I also am on my period so my cramps are at 100 ysdhhhfdh :'(

Summary: After Anakin defeats Obi-Wan in a training battle thingy, Anakin eagerly awaits his Master's praise and kind words for his abilities. Instead, he's met with a bit of disappointment, and sulks for the rest of the day...

Warning(s): Angst but not that much, Anakin being a crybaby (he's not being a crybaby I just like bullying him), Anakin's stupid feelings, shut up Anakin, Anakin himself is a warning, I usually do GN/Female reader so I'm sticking to those, definitely more on the female reader side tho, tiny bit of sexual tension bc my fingers have a mind of their own oops

Note: Some of the text color thingy is black to match Anakin. I suggest turning on a lighter mode to read, if you use a darker one.

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★★★★

𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷

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Anakin smiled, his heart beat in his throat, chest heaving slightly as he attempted to regain the right amount of air in his lungs.

"There! Your weapon's gone." He stated confidently, feeling quite proud of himself. A boyish smile crossed his face, "It's over."

Anakin swallowed, his throat feeling dry after the hard battle. After winning against Obi-Wan, he eagerly awaited his Master's praise- But instead, was met with the expression of Obi-Wan's disappointment and worry in his Padawan.

"...Your need for victory, Anakin, it blinds you." His Master said, looking up at Anakin. He certainly hadn't meant to hurt Anakin's feelings- this was only a gentle warning. But, perhaps he had underestimated how sensitive his young Padawan truly was.

"...I'm sorry, Master." Anakin muttered, running a hand through his short hair. He absentmindedly went to fidget with the sleeve of his Jedi robe, feeling discouraged and exhausted.

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Anakin sat in a meditation chamber, all alone- he had come to hopefully get his mind off of his earlier mistake- Was it even a mistake? He thought he was doing well! He did everything right! What's wrong with being a bit playful and competitive?

But Obi-Wan had to be right, after all, he was the Master, and Anakin was the Padawan. This shouldn't be making him so upset!

Anakin sighed and turned his head away, shutting his eyes. He had no idea why this was getting to him so much. He felt ridiculous for being so sensitive, but he just couldn't help it.

Even when he could sense your lovely presence rising upon him, he still felt as though everybody was disappointed in him, he still felt as though he had failed his Master, even though he had tried so, so hard.

You shut the door of the still meditation chamber behind yourself, and looked back at Anakin, studying him momentarily.

"Anakin?" You called to him.

Anakin looked up at you, trying to force at least a half smile upon his face- it didn't work. "...Hi." He said briefly, his voice quiet.

Able to tell something was wrong with your darling, you walked toward him. You kneeled down in front of him, resting your cheek upon Anakin's right knee. You ran your hand down his left thigh comfortingly, earning a shaky inhale from Anakin. He reached his hand down and ran it through your hair, his outfit feeling a bit tighter down low, the rest of his body feeling hotter at the sight of you in this position before him.

Anakin smiled slightly. You really were good at getting his mind off things.

"What's wrong, pretty boy?" You mirrored his little smile, while your lips found their way to his inner thigh, pressing a kiss to the sensitive area.

Anakin's breathing hitched for a moment, and he found it hard to concentrate. Why, he almost had forgotten why he was-

Oh, right. He had failed his Master today.

You stood up, and nudged Anakin over, taking a seat on the cushion with him.

Anakin avoided your gaze, instead looking down at the floor, as though it were the most interesting thing he had laid eyes on all week. "... I've disappointed Obi-Wan today." He admitted, fidgeting around with his Padawan braid.

You frowned. "I don't think you ever disappoint him, you're still learning, and he knows that..."

Anakin shook his head. "No, the look on his face said everything. He told me that 'my need for victory blinds me'. But...is't that what I'm supposed to do? Win?" Anakin sounded quite confused and upset, like he didn't truly know what to do with himself at this point.

You linked your arm with Anakin's, resting your head on his shoulder momentarily, before turning your head to kiss his cheek comfortingly. "Maybe he was just worried about you. You do tend to get competitive," you said fondly, but stopped smiling when you took note of how Anakin's face scrunched up further. "It doesn't sound like he was really disappointed in you, maybe he's just worried. You are his Padawan, after all. It's his job to worry about you."

Anakin huffed. "But I still did my best. I thought I did well." He muttered, leaning his head against yours, and slipping his arm out of your grip to instead wrap it around your waist. "I dunno. I just feel like I've been failing him lately. I..." he paused, searching for the words to describe how he was feeling as of now.

"...I don't think he likes me." Anakin said finally, looking as though he felt even worse now that he said it out loud.

Your eyes widened, and you looked Anakin in the eye. "Anakin, he's your Master, and you're his Padawan! He loves you!" You raised your voice slightly. "Even if he thinks you're annoying sometimes-" you paused, "...because you are-"

"That doesn't mean he dislikes you. Obi-Wan is always proud of you, he loves you. You keep him on his toes."

Anakin rolled his eyes, looking unamused when you said that he was annoying...but he did appreciate your comfort. He sighed, reaching over and squeezing your hand. He didn't respond yet- he only swallowed hard and looked downward, thinking about what you've told him.

"....Why don't you tell him?" You added in a gentle voice. "I think he'll understand...He'd never purposely make you feel bad."

After a moment of silent agreement, he nodded, an almost shy smile drawn onto his face. "...You're right..." He looked at you so fondly it made your heart rate quicken. Though he still seemed a bit self-conscious and saddened by the situation, he was obviously cheered up just by you existing near him. Looking at you seemed to make everything...better.

After Anakin had leaned in and kissed you for a moment, he squeezed your hand again. "Thank you."

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Haaaappy birthday to the Blueberry Jedi, as I simultaneously embarrass her and write the last piece standing between her/Arcann and the official "begin a relationship" step. >:3 I've mentioned before that she can be surprisingly horny, right?

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Her heart pounded in her chest, the pulses of emotion she could sense from him making it beat faster, faster. His fingers brushed the juncture of her hip and she twined a leg over his to keep them close, a kiss pressed to the hollow of her throat had his name falling from her lips on a gasp--

She jerked awake, heart actually pounding, heat still twisting in her core, and very much alone. No company, least of all him.

Stars above, where did that come from?! Endrali wondered. She ran both trembling hands through her hair, clenching them around fistfuls at her nape, then immediately let go as if it had burned her.

Not a good idea with that dream still fresh in her mind's eye. Not that he would ever...

Endrali sat up, tenting her knees, and willed all her focus into clearing her thoughts. Slow, deep breaths. In. Out. She was on a planet full of Force users, some almost as strong as she was; the last thing she wanted was for these emotions to linger long enough someone picked up on them. In. Out. Calm your mind.

The meditative quiet that usually came easy was elusive this time.

She'd never had a dream like that before...

Sparring. That's where this came from, sparring yesterday. Tank tops. More single blade practice for her. Arcann was more comfortable with it now, more convinced it was not an unwise course of action. (The fact she'd playfully shoved him halfway across the room with the Force probably helped. As reassurance.) He'd actually smiled helping her back to her feet when they finished. "You are improving."

That's what had done her in, that smile, she mused. That he was comfortable enough, relaxed enough, to drop his guard around her, if not on the base as a whole.

The--imagined, she reminded herself sternly--memory of fingers tracing skin mingled with the feel of his hand around hers as he hauled her up and Endrali bit her lip. This wasn't helping. She shoved the dream down and buried, but it kept poking through, heat shimmering in her thoughts.

That wouldn't do; someone--stars forbid Arcann or Senya--would pick up on it at this rate. She needed to do something off-planet today, and the sooner she could leave the better. Endrali flicked on the lights and pulled up Alliances messages on her datapad as she dressed.

Right at the first, there was an urgent alert, forwarded by Theron at an hour that tempted Endrali to yell at him about his sleep schedule again--a pirate gang ambushed a patrol and got their hands on Odessen security data. They were selling to the highest bidder, from their base on Tatooine.

Good distance for taking a whole day without keeping her away too long. She finished shrugging on the tan and ochre robes and turned her attention to the main conundrum.

Who did she ask to come along and how did she explain it not being Arcann?

She'd dragged him everywhere for months, because they were friends now, because he'd been first choice for watching her back ever since she realized how well they clicked, because she was comfortable with him. It was going to raise eyebrows if she took someone else along for 'no reason'.

(There was, of course, a very good reason--no way she could hide these emotions from the object of them. But she couldn't say that. 'You didn't do anything wrong, Arcann, I just had a really vivid sex dream about you--us--and need some distance to clear my head!' She valued his friendship and trust too much to blow it apart like that.)

So. She couldn't bring Arcann, for obvious reasons. Couldn't bring Senya, for equally obvious reasons. Lana and any other Sith or Jedi were probably also a bad idea; it was proving nigh impossible to banish the curl of lingering heat. Theron or Vette would notice her agitated state and badger her until she spilled details, Koth and Felix were handling something for Admiral Aygo...

Wish Nadia was here. That would be the perfect solution. She wouldn't mind spilling her guts to her best friend, and Nadia's Force sensitivity was such she'd catch the meaning of any emotion Endrali couldn't put into words.

But she wasn't here. She was Force only knew where, hopefully alright. Safe.

Endrali sighed and ran her fingers along the etched hilt of her dualsaber. Although, thinking of Felix and Nadia turned her thoughts to the rest of her old crew....

Qyzen. Qyzen was here, he wasn't Force aware to pick anything up, and he wouldn't prod for her thoughts. And they'd spent plenty of time fighting together, and he'd done several hunts on Tatooine, which gave him familiarity with the terrain.

Qyzen was perfect. Trusted ally, skilled warrior, perfectly happy following the Scorekeeper's Herald without needless personal questions. Now she just had to track him down and get out of here without running into certain people.

Fingers traced the curve of her spine, metal warm from prolonged contact--

Endrali bit the inside of her cheek, shook her head, tried to take a few deep breaths and push the thought away. And the faster she could get off planet the better. Lingering seemed unwise.

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Qyzen was, thankfully, not hard to find. He and the Warstalkers tended to keep to the military wing. He did, however, seem surprised by her request.

[Something is wrong, that you need me?] he asked, examining her keenly.

Endrali shook her head, tucking hair behind one ear. "I have to get back some data a pirate gang stole, and they're based on Tatooine. You've hunted there several times, I thought your knowledge of the planet would come in handy."

[Whatever the Herald needs] He inclined his head. [I have all that is needed.]

Her brows twitched and she looked him over again. Sure enough, even for a quiet day on Odessen, he was armored and carried his techblade. "Alright, then."

She thought she caught a glimpse of Arcann as they headed for the Cadence, but didn't dare look, lest her tenuous, desperate grip on those thoughts unravel entirely.

The door whooshed closed behind them, the fresh air a welcome change even if she didn't slow to enjoy it. She did smile at the sight of her snow orchids bobbing in a breeze.

Scarred skin under her wandering touch, down jaw, neck, shoulder. Nails digging in to leave her own marks as they pressed close-

Stop. It. Endrali scolded herself, face hot. She wasn't sure what she'd do for all the empty hours between here and Tatooine, but hopefully she'd find something, or she was in trouble.

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Arcann happened to reach the hanger bay just in time to catch sight of Endrali, fully dressed and geared, heading toward the door to her personal landing pad.

It was early to be starting for somewhere. Even if the purposeful stride of herself and her Trandoshan friend made it seem important. He hadn't even had time to process Endrali was going somewhere without him when a voice spoke next to him.

"Must be dealin' with the pirates." When he flinched and turned, he saw the underworld liaison. She took his glance as curiosity and elaborated. "Dust Vipers hit a patrol, stole security data. They went to ground on Tatooine while they try to auction it off. Commander must be dealing with it." She cocked her head. "Gotta say, surprised she didn't take you, way you two've been joined at the hip the past few months."

As am I. He buried the thought. "She is free to choose whoever she wishes to accompany her."

Visz snorted. "I know that. She'd just been pickin' you a lot. Guess there's somethin' makes Qyzen a better fit this time." She shrugged and kept walking. Arcann stared at the door that had closed behind Endrali and Qyzen.

He instinctively started combing his memory for anything he had done wrong, then caught himself.

Endrali was not Valkorion. On the--rare--occasions someone hurt or displeased her, she talked to them. The cold shoulder as a punishment was not her way, and it was unwise to let himself worry for no reason.

Driven by curiosity than anything, Arcann reached out through the Force for a sense of her-

-and ran into an impenetrable wall that made his brow furrow. Endrali was never so closed with her emotions. Protecting deeper thoughts, yes, but she'd never barricaded even the surface so tightly, not in all the months since he'd joined the Alliance. And even before.

The dull roar of her ship's engine came through the door, and Arcann waited for it to fade before heading that direction. He'd wanted to meditate(--with her, but that part was not meant to be now--)and she clearly wouldn't need the space.

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However difficult it was to clear her mind during the journey, Tatooine's heat alone was enough to distract her once they arrived.

[Herald, where is our quarry?] Qyzen asked.

"Oh, um..." Endrali fumbled to pull out the datapad with information. She'd been in such a state she hadn't really focused on anything beyond 'stolen data', 'Tatooine', and that it was urgent enough to get her off Odessen quickly. She could sense Qyzen's concern as he watched her.

[To be unprepared, is unusual.] he said. [Everything is alright?]

"I'm fine," Endrali promised. "Just didn't want to waste time before leaving, this sounded urgent."

Both statements were true, even if the connection wasn't, per se.

Qyzen seemed to accept it, though she wasn't sure if his not pointing out the hours she could've read it en route was decorum or not recognizing the opportunity.

"The Dust Vipers are based in the Dune Sea," Endrali said, finally locating the info in Hylo's report.

[I follow you,] Qyzen said. [Are prepared?]

"Mmhm." She better be, heading into the Dune Sea. It would swallow the unprepared whole, and she didn't want that. So they were prepared, and she would stay focused on the task at hand. They didn't have much on the Dust Vipers and she didn't want to make assumptions of their capabilities.

Hope they're enough of a challenge to satisfy Qyzen and distract me, Endrali thought as the speeder headed out from Anchorhead.

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She got her wish. While not as tough as Commander Tassar's forces, or fanatical as the Sith on Ord Mantell, the Dust Vipers were no pushovers--through sheer numbers if nothing else.

They must run some recruitment drives, she mused dryly before considering maybe they'd simply pulled all their forces to protect the base, knowing the Alliance would respond. Many of them hadn't been expecting her, personally, to handle it, if their panicked oaths and the ripple of shock in the Force were anything to go by.

It's their bad luck I needed the distraction. Endrali ripped a chunk of rock out of a precipice and hurled it at one set of hasty barricades. It knocked them aside and flattened the pirates using them for cover. Qyzen swept through the new opening to reach more pirates further up the slope.

The catwalks up to this point had been bad enough, doubling back repeatedly to climb the rock face in a zigzag that gave the Vipers a decided advantage. But more rock walls blocked in the climbing path, funneling them in one direction--toward a healthy scattering of pirates, beasts and barricades.

However, Endrali and Qyzen had quickly fallen back in sync, fighting together. (Even if it was a little odd fighting with someone not Force-aware after so long with Arcann--)

None of that, she scolded herself, flinging a pair of pirates into the canyon wall and spinning to cut down another behind her. Not a good idea to undermine the distraction.

They gained the summit and Endrali paused to catch her breath.

[Is all broodlings so far,] Qyzen commented, looking back at the bodies left in their wake. [Barely worth points.]

Endrali chuckled. "They do add up, though. And I'm sure we'll find someone worthy to fight soon; no way they'll let us just waltz inside the walls of their base." She fell silent, nudging the carcass of a sand tusker with her boot.

[What thoughts, Herald?]

"These are known for their hostility," she said half under her breath, "they should be attacking everything, not just us."

Qyzen nodded thoughtfully. [Agreed. Is odd.]

"Maybe if we can figure out what they're doing, we can wreck it, and then the beasts will go after the pirates, too."

[Whatever small prey uses, is unwise to stand against Scorekeeper's Herald,] he said, scanning over the bodies of men and beasts who had paid for doing so.

Endrali smiled and gave a rueful snort. "Am I still Her Herald? I did get captured, wouldn't that...?"

Qyzen paused, the scaly ridges that crested his head twitching, but the clouded eye turned toward her gave nothing away. She knew he still struggled to reconcile that she, the Scorekeeper's Herald, had suffered the highest disgrace--live capture. His reply was measured when it came. [Once, small hunter said to me, not to dwell on points lost, but on reclaiming. Now I say same to you, Herald. Not to worry for lost points--you earn many more. And defeat one who captured you, make him serve.]

She shook her head and chuckled. They'd had this terminology debate before. "He doesn't serve, Qyzen; Arcann's an ally now. A friend."

One she was trying very hard not to think about right now, so they really should change the subject.

[Is sign of strength, boldness, to trust one so long an enemy,] Qyzen said. [Let him enter your den, guard your back.]

"He's earned it," Endrali said softly, tracing channels through the sandy dirt with her boot.

[Have seen is so,] Qyzen nodded. [So I trust Herald's instincts.]

A deep, breathless kiss, her name mumbled low, started creeping back into her thoughts. Endrali shook them off and pushed to her feet. "Right now my instincts are saying to press on before they regroup." It wasn't like resting in the suns heat helped that much.

Qyzen nodded, taking his weapon in hand. [I follow.]

They found the compound gates nearby, guarded by a Kaleesh warrior and flanking pair of scyk. He summoned more beasts to his aid when those were killed, making Endrali think he might have that control method they needed to wreck. When a whole gang of wraids followed the scyk and sandtuskers, she was pretty convinced of it.

The one big change fighting with Qyzen rather than Arcann was Qyzen's penchant for attacking the biggest visible threat, meaning she handled the lesser ones. Her lightsaber hummed and crackled and the air smelt of burned flesh by the time she'd finished off the wraids. She barely had time to assist Qyzen's fight with a few strikes when the Kaleesh's cry of 'To me, to me!' had the earth erupting and a massive sandworm flung itself at Qyzen.

It slammed him into a boulder, he snarled and clawed at it in retaliation. Endrali took over fighting the Kaleesh, deflecting blaster bolts, flinging rocks, until she finished him off.

Qyzen gave a triumphant cry a moment later and when Endrali turned he was yanking his techblade free of the beast's head.

It was in rifling the beastmaster's pockets and pouches she found the small hexagonal transponder. Near as she could tell, this was how he'd controlled the creatures. Figuring Oggurobb would want to have a look at it, she tucked it in a belt pouch and turned her attention to the gates.

They were huge and sturdy. Impregnable, some would say. Endrali reached out with the Force, hefted a boulder thrice the size of her and Qyzen combined, and hurled it at the gates.

Durasteel shrieked and voices clamored beyond as the gates bent, snapped, and caved inwards. The debris and her boulder flattened a few of those closest. It was a good thing they got a moment's respite; throwing something that large so hard took an effort. Endrali swayed, paused for a couple heartbeats to recover before following Qyzen's charge.

She'd just deflected a small barrage of blaster bolts back at the pirates who fired them, the hum of her daulsaber's whirl in her ears, when the sense of danger tugged at the Force. Endrali lunged to the side immediately, tucking herself behind a shipping crate as something small hit where she'd been standing and erupted in flame.

"Guess Jai wasn't as tough as he thought!" a voice rang out. "I'll have to take a crack at ya!"

Endrali reached with the Force to sense where the woman speaking was. Grated ramp to an outbuilding all the way across the workyard. Too far to do anything direct. She still levitated a boulder and threw it in the general direction of the new threat as she curled around the crate to run for Qyzen.

There was the bark of blasters firing in unison, a shower of stone fragments that stung the backs of her arms, and the rapid spitfire of blaster bolts dancing behind her footsteps. Endrali pivoted as she reached Qyzen, spinning her dualsaber to deflect the attack.

"Hey, boys, we got the Commander's attention herself!" the pirate hollered, jumping down from her vantage point. She vanished as she hit the ground, reappearing on an overseer's platform in the middle of the yard, so close Endrali could see her grin as she fired again.

Short range teleport. That was enough of a problem with Force users, where you knew there'd be a short break between shifts so they could regain expended energy. She had no idea what limitation a technological version may or may not have.

[I will take broodlings,] Qyzen said, gaze on the cluster of men who had spilled from the building. [And you the mighty one.] He was moving even before Endrali's nod of confirmation.

She drew on the Force to rush the pirate's position, crossing sand and metal alike in a blink.

The pirate had good reflexes; she dodged the swipe at her chest. Her blasters each spat a shot as she spat a curse--Endrali blocked one, but the other grazed her arm--and she slammed a hand to her belt, vanishing from sight.

Endrali deflected a wild shot from the last of the group Qyzen was fighting and reached with the Force, sensing where the pirate would be even as she reappeared. The pirate flung something and Endrali jumped the railing to avoid it, the chill of flash-cryo at her back as she hit the ground and rolled.

The pirate's new position gave her a clear line of sight on Qyzen, and she grinned as she spun her blasters before lining up a shot. From the glow of the barrels, Endrali didn't need the Force to sense danger. Too far to reach him in time...

"Qyzen!" she hollered in warning, but he didn't seem to hear her. In a last-ditch effort to protect her friend, she threw her dualsaber at the pirate, guiding it with the Force as best she could.

(If it worked for Arcann, it should work for her, even if hers had an extra blade to worry about when catching it.)

One of the whirling blades cut deep into the pirate's back and her shot went wide. Qyzen spun as the large energy bolts slammed the sand next to him.

Endrali caught the returning dualsaber above her head as she ran to close in on the pirate. Qyzen got there first, swinging his techblade in a backhand strike at her gut.

Still reeling from Endrali's thrown saber, the pirate was too slow to fully dodge. Her cry, however, was more dismay than pain as she backpedaled into the bunker behind her.

He broke her tech. Endrali called on the Force for speed, not wanting to waste this chance. They had the door covered, but stars only knew if there were any sort of passages out of the bunker.

A salvo of blaster fire greeted her as she sped past Qyzen and she felt the heat of one she didn't deflect whiz by the side of her neck. Qyzen grunted behind her as another bolt found its mark.

Trusting in the Force, Endrali flung out her hand, throwing a couple of footlockers in the direction of the shots, following in a rush to cut down the pirate before she could fire again. Her blade cut deep into the woman's unarmored chest, and she let out a choked-off groan of surprise as she fell. Something dropped from her hand-

[Herald!] Qyzen's finger closed around her arm, yanking her away just as the detonator went off. She instinctively threw up her free arm, and the wash of heat made the skin tight.

"Thanks," she said with a grateful smile, breathing hard as she turned to Qyzen.

[Was owed.] he replied, still on guard until sure the threat was past.

Endrali winced at the blaster burn that cut through the brow ridge of his good eye. "Sorry I was a bit slow."

Qyzen shook his head. [Is mark of fine hunt, strong prey, even if points are yours.]

"Couldn't have done it without you," she said, shaking her head. "They're your points, too."

He'd traveled with her long enough to know protesting the unconventional sentiment was pointless. [I thank you, Herald.]

Endrali nodded a distracted acknowledgement even as she crouched to free the damaged teleportation tech from the pirate's belt. I'm gonna be Oggurobb's favorite person in the whole galaxy at this rate... "Now to figure where we go next," she muttered. Probably up. There were some other buildings scattered around, but since none of them showed guards or signs of being ready to spew forth more pirates, she wasn't inclined to drag this out by doing a door to door search.

So they headed up the sloping cliffside path, until they found a large warehouse with guards posted outside the loading bay doors. They were easily dealt with.

The walker waiting inside clearly intended to be a little more of a challenge.

"Wondered when you'd poke your head in, Commander!" a voice boomed from the walker. "I am Bel Nerodia, chief of the Vipers and soon to be destroyer of the Alliance!" He fired off a rocket salvo as he finished his boast, and Endrali and Qyzen ducked in opposite directions for cover behind shipping crates.

Endrali peeked around her to take in the scene. Not enough space or incline to use the same method she had for the Zakuulan walker on Rakata Prime. ('Course, there she'd also had a fellow Force user to help disarm it before her stunt.)

She ripped the end off a shipping crate and threw it at the walker cabin. It staggered but didn't go down. Not big enough, then. Time to try something a little crazy. Probably unwise. But those plans tended to work the best.

Endrali stepped into view of the walker, yanking with the Force to throw it off-balance. As Nerodia struggled to get it stable again, she darted in close, dodging the massive feet until she could get a good strike at one of the legs. She sheared halfway through on her first hit, then finished the job on the backswing.

"Hey! No! You can't-!" Nerodia's bellowing protests were cut off as the walker crashed to the ground. Between the impact and debris she'd thrown at it, the hatch looked jammed.

That should hold him while I get the data, Endrali decided. Theron and Lana--mostly Lana--would have questions for the man; she'd rather take him alive. She used the Force to crush the hatch release a little farther. Just to be safe. She and Qyzen headed upstairs, dispatching a few more guards and droids as they went.

The computers weren't heavily encrypted. The data stolen and list of prospective buyers were both easy to find. Lana and Aygo would appreciate knowing who was willing to pay--obscenely--for Odessen security data. Endrali downloaded and wiped the data, then jammed her lightsaber in the console for good measure.

"Time to go," she told Qyzen.

Nerodia was still hollering and banging on the walker's jammed hatch when they made it downstairs. "Hey! Hey! You can't leave me in here! HEY!!"

"Didn't intend to," Endrali called back, voice raised so he could here her. "Might want to scoot back!" She waited a few heartbeats for him to comply, then ignited her lightsaber and sliced open the hatch.

Qyzen reached in and dragged him out, scolding, [Struggle not wise, after Herald showed mercy.]

"Some mercy," Nerodia scoffed, still struggling. "Better you just kill me."

"Not how I operate," Endrali said cheerfully. "And by the way, if you make a walker to fight Jedi, should invest in cortosis plating. Makes it harder for us to do" --she gestured to the walker--"that."

They secured Nerodia's hands with binder cuffs, and Qyzen shepherded him along as they headed for the door. A warning sense rang through the Force, and Endrali used it to shove Qyzen and Nerodia to the side as a volley of mortars pounded where they'd been standing.

"Crush 'em to dust GeeNine!" Nerodia whooped before Qyzen stunned him with a thump from the hilt of his techblade.

Their opponent was indeed a very large battledroid, clanking and creaking as it struggled across the sand.

Well, we can use that, Endrali mused, zipping in to slash at a cluster of exposed wiring. The droid was so large; clumsy and slow, it was easy to stay at a range to avoid both its heavy limbs and the artillery mounted on its back. It did get in a hefty smack that sent her tumbling and spitting sand with ears ringing before Qyzen jammed his techblade into its center and ripped out enough vital components to render it inoperable.

"That wasn't so bad," Endrali said, despite the bruise forming on her shoulder and the reek of singed hair from a rocket volley that cut it a little close. And it wasn't; the mining droid she and Arcann dismantled on Ord Mantell had been worse. "Let's go home, huh?"

[Is wise plan] Qyzen nodded.

Nerodia was just beginning to revive his struggles when they returned to him, and for ease of traveling Endrali stunned him again with the Force. Better than listening to him yell and posture the whole flight back to Odessen.

Qyzen slung the insensate pirate leader over his shoulder and they headed to the ship.

Fingers tracing the lower edge of her ribcage, hers dancing lightly along his collarbone, hearts pounding in unison as-

"So how do you account points for droids?" she asked hastily as they walked. "Are they the same as organic prey, or is there a difference because they're programmed...?"

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The trip back to Odessen was uneventful. she and Qyzen took turns watching the prisoner and the controls, and there were no incidents of note.

Endrali was proven correct on their return--Lana was thrilled to have a prisoner for interrogation, Aygo was thrilled to have data on the pirates' ambush tactics, and Oggurobb was thrilled to have new tech to examine.

She herself was just thrilled to be home so she could wash off the lingering sweat and sand, get some proper sleep rather than a catnap in the pilot seat--

She walked into something and her mental checklist came to an abrupt halt even as she did. Her reflexive "Oh, sorry-" when she realized it was a someone strangled off when it registered who.

Arcann.

The galaxy did have a sense of humor.

His smile reached his eyes(and made her lips curve upward as well) as his hand brushed her arm in an instinctive move to steady her if needed. "It's alright. I did not realize you had returned."

"Just got back," she confirmed, trying to ignore the gooseflesh prickling her arm, the curl of warmth in her stomach--and, above all, the previously banished images starting to swirl in her thoughts.

Tangled-together fingers, breathless-mumbled names, hips rolling--

Stop it, he's right there, she scolded herself, frantically pushing the thoughts away and hoping Arcann hadn't picked any of it up. From the fact he wasn't going red and avoiding eye contact, it seemed nothing got through.

"I, um, had some deliveries," she explained, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Captured the leader; Lana's very happy I got this one alive for her to question, and they had some tech Oggurobb's dissecting."

"I'm glad you had such success," Arcann said. "Considering your rushed departure, it seemed rather urgent."

She nodded. "Wouldn't've been smart to wait. And I'm also glad that if I had to go to Tatooine, at least it was successful. It's good Qyzen knows the terrain so well, that was a big help navigating the Dune Sea." A sheepish chuckle. "Though it was... odd not having you to back me up," she admitted, and cocked her head at the near-imperceptible twinge to his sense.

He exhaled in a hum that might've almost been a laugh. "It was odd not going."

"We'll, ah, we'll both have to look forward to next time, then," Endrali said playfully, and bit her lip at the sincerity radiating from him as he nodded.

"We shall," he said, studying her face.

"That'll have to wait, right now I need a nap," she laughed. "Well, shower then nap. We hit a couple duststorms and I feel like I'm still wearing half of Tatooine."

One corner of Arcann's mouth curved back and he reached--as if he couldn't help it--to lightly brush something off her cheek. His breath hitched ever so slightly as his touch passed over her scar.

Hopefully it covered hers doing the same.

Endrali had to clear her throat before she could joke, "That dusty, am I?"

Arcann's answering chuckle was stilted as he let his hand fall. "Perhaps it's just as well I did not accompany you."

She watched the fingers of his left hand curl and wrinkled her nose. "Mm, true." Sand and cybernetics weren't a fun mix, no matter how many precautions you took. "Hopefully the next malcontents will use a more hospitable planet. And hopefully you found things to do with me gone?"

He nodded. "I did. Sana-Rae needed help in the Force Enclave, I meditated and worked on a... personal project. My time was occupied." He swallowed as if holding back from saying more and she didn't dare reach for the sense of it.

"Good." Endrali fought back a yawn. Probably wise to make her exit before exhaustion and her pounding heart made her say something stupid. "I'm gonna go take that nap. But I'll see you around?"

Arcann nodded. "Of course."

"Good." She skittered for the elevator, heart still pounding and warmth of dream-memory filling her mind. So much for this being a distraction. She could leave things buried for now, but it was unwise to let such a development... fester.

Scared as she was of damaging their friendship, she was going to need to talk to him soon.

Stars help her.

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pomplalamoose · 8 months

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I wonder how Luke would react to the reader wanting kids..

Hiii anon, thanks for the ask!🩵

I think his reaction would depend heavily on the situation the two of you are in, but because I wanted to make this really wholesome, all of these take place during the best possible time ever.

I hope this is in your interest as well :)

• I think I've mentioned before that Luke really likes kids and would eventually approach you about whether you would like some of your own

• (because he definitely would like that)

• however if you were to bring up the topic on your own accord he'd be over the moon

• I can imagine it's been a secret wish of his to raise a child (or several) with you

• but because he doesn't want to make you feel any kind of pressure, he wouldn't have brought it up himself for a long time

• but now that you're outright saying that you want to have a child with him, he's overjoyed

• you know how animals sometimes get the zoomies?

• Luke gets the zoomies

• he won't shut up about it

• he's laughing and spinning you around

• he can't stop hugging and kissing you

• I think he'd need a second to calm down because of how excited he is

• not even you were aware he wanted this so much and his reaction is truly endearing to watch

• it's important to note that this isn't just about becoming a father though

• a big reason is mostly the fact that you trust him enough to embarge on this journey with him

• he feels like the luckiest man in the whole galaxy and he's practically bursting with it

• he wants to tell everyone he knows immediately

• your revelation brings out the boy Luke was before he left Tatooine

• it's like he kept that part of himself hidden away and suddenly, it comes bubbling to the surface again

• (you are momentarily thrown, where did your calm and collected Jedi master go??)

• I can totally see him producing a list of potential baby names on the spot

• you'll eventually learn he already had it lying around for some time and he's so happy to finally show it to you

• it's a big list too and you have no idea how he came up with SO MUCH

• eventually he will relax

• but as soon as he's able to think straight again, he wants to start planning

• like, right now

• like, what do you mean "there is still time"???

• this is important!!!!

• (you realize that he, in fact, did not calm down)

• and yet, for his peace of mind (and yours), you go along with it

• you discuss whether you wish to adopt or if you'd like to carry out the child on your own

• Luke is very adamant on you making this decision for yourself; it's your body and he knows the toll a pregnancy can take

• he will be happy with either choice

• but if you decide you want to become pregnant that man will be stressed

• in a good way too but mostly he's freaking out

• he'll worry about it more than you

• under no circumstances does he want you to be uncomfortable

• but he also knows that's near impossible so I can totally see him wanting to read every possible file/text/etc. he can find on the topic to be prepared for everything

• (or as prepared as you can be for a partner that's pregnant for the first time)

• like I genuinely believe he would want to make your well-being his full time job

• because of this (he is a self aware king after all) he wants to be able to take off a year or so from his duties to be able to care for you and the baby

• obviously that won't work with all the responsibilities he currently has

• so even more planning will go into preparing everyone and everything for the eventuality of him disappearing as soon as you realize that the child is on its way

• (at this point you beg him to calm down and go meditate; "LUKE I'm not even pregnant yet!!!")

• if you are not already living together, he will want to arrange that as fast as possible

• he'd also want to discuss how you'd go about your daily routines and chores once the baby is there

• he wants to compare notes about parenting and raising the child to find out which points you agree or disagree on

• yes, he absolutely has these notes

• (you don't, but he doesn't need to know)

• "Oh Force maybe we'll need a babysitter too. Would you let Han in the vicinity of our kid?"

• in the end you decide to drag him to bed

• because all his planning and scheming will be for nothing if he doesn't put in the physical work as well

• he's very enthusiastic about your suggestion

• so much, in fact, that you won't be leaving the bed anytime soon

• possibly some new preferences are discovered

• (I've seen lots of posts about Luke with a breeding kink and while I'm not one hundred percent sure whether he'd actually develope one, I still think he'd want to make sure his seed takes)

#ask #luke skywalker #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #fanfic #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #headcanons

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dumfanting · 10 months

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Lost and Found, ch 2

Chapter 1

Inspired by: Still Life

AO3 Link

Rating: M, mature

Warnings: makeouts, foreplay, panic attacks, homelessness

Notes: F Jedi reader, present tense, pov second person

2523 words

(I don’t know if that’s how armor and promotions work, but I also don’t really care that much.)

F Reader/ Nax (the clone veteran)

You hand the comm back to Estree, confused. Who else in the galaxy would you recognize on this planet? Moreover, why does he need your help specifically?

The door closes, and when you turn around, the silent room feels like it’s spinning. You lean back onto the door and slide into a heap on the floor, trying to control your heavy breathing and fight off the panic attack that is threatening to overwhelm you. You tilt your head back and close your eyes, attempting to clear your mind the way you had less than an hour ago, but you have no luck. All you can think about is Nax. You drop your head back down, stare into your open hands, and only realize that you’re finally crying when you notice the wet droplets landing onto your palms. You wipe your eyes with a sniff and get to your feet, deciding that you don’t want to deal with anything else today. After relocking your door, you quickly wash up the two used mugs, then trudge your way to bed. Once you undress and settle under the duvet, you’re asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

You’re back in your quarters on Coruscant, meditating. As the sound of soft rain comes in through the slightly opened window, you take a deep breath, breathing in the oddly comforting smell and feeling connected to the Force and the galaxy at large. It’s peaceful.

Peace doesn’t seem to last long around you though, and a sudden, excited sounding knock on your door breaks the silence. You get to your feet, and once you step closer, you can Sense Nax before you hear him. I guess the mission was a success, you think, if he’s back this soon. You unlock your door and slide it open to find Nax standing in the hallway outside, grinning at you. You quickly poke your head out, look in both directions but see nobody nearby, then grab his hand and pull him inside. His lips are on yours before the door has closed completely. You allow this for a few seconds, then playfully push him off of you.

“Not even a ‘hello’, huh?” you say, smirking at him.

“Nope,” Nax says, smirking back at you.

“The mission went well then?” you ask.

“You could say that,” he says, gesturing to his upgraded armor. You stand back and take a look, not so subtly eyeing him up at the same time.

“It looks good, right?” he says, showing off. You take a few steps forward and run your hands along his smooth, unmarred chest plate, humming appreciatively.

“Yes, it suits you,” you say. You then hook your fingers into the gap between his armor and collarbone and pull him closer to you.

“But you know where this would look best?” you ask, your voice dropping an octave. Nax looks at you, curious. You giggle and kiss him, hard.

“In a pile at the foot of my bed,” you purr. “Don’t you think so, Lieutenant?” you continue, calling him by his new rank, and you don’t miss the way his demeanor shifts when you do. He kisses you with even more fervor than he had only minutes ago, and when he breaks away, his breathing is heavy and his pupils are blown with desire.

“That can be arranged, Commander,” he says, his husky voice rumbling directly into your ear and making you shiver.

You step back and turn to close the window, making sure that you two couldn’t be heard too easily. When you turn back, Nax already has his gauntlets, pauldron, and chest plate stripped off. You bite your lip and excitedly paw at his codpiece. At the same time, the both of you move automatically sideways toward your bed. Your knees bump the side of the mattress at the same moment his codpiece hits the floor. He bends to start unclipping the remaining pieces around his legs, but you boldly palm him through his blacks, and he stops with a loud groan.

“Don’t bother,” you say, pulling your hand back and quickly sliding your leggings down. “I need you, now,” you say, panting.

Nax groans your name and cups your groin, sending a shockwave of need through your core. He kisses you again, leading you onto the bed behind you. You lie back and spread your legs, and just before he’s able to join you, there’s a persistent, loud knock at your door.

You sit up straight in your bed, groaning in irritation at being woken up just before ‘the good part’ of your dream. You’re about to flop back down and try to go back to sleep, but the knocking happens again. You glance at the chrono nearby and notice that it’s only been about four or five hours since Master Kenobi left. The mere idea that something may have happened to him, and so soon, prompts you to practically leap out of bed and yank your robe back on before stepping out of your room and in front of the apartment entry door.

You switch on the intercom camera, and find, to your simultaneous relief and annoyance, that it’s Estree again.

“What is it?” you say, talking to him through the intercom speaker.

“It’s Ben,” Estree says, seeming to confirm your fears. Your door is unlocked and opened as soon as he says this.

“Is he okay? What happened to him?” you ask, trying to hold off the rising anxiety in your chest. Estree holds his hands up with his palms out.

“He’s alright, I promise you. He has a message for you, and asked me to bring it here,” he says. You make a ‘what are you waiting for’ sound at him, and he digs through his pockets before handing you a holo-comm device. There’s a red light blinking on the side, which stops after you activate the device.

It’s Master Kenobi. He has the hood of his robes up and despite the noise of the crowd around him, he keeps his voice low. He looks shaken, as if he’s seen a ghost.

“I found someone, and he needs help that I cannot give, so it must come from you,” Master Kenobi says in the recording, before he quickly gives you a location. “I don’t know for sure if he’ll still be here, but if he is, you’ll know when you see him. I’m sorry I can’t be more specific, but I must focus on getting Leia back.” The recording distorts into static, then ends entirely.

You hand the comm back to Estree, confused. Who else in the galaxy would you recognize on this planet? Moreover, why does he need your help specifically?

“He didn’t say anything about who this is to you, did he?” you ask him. He shakes his head.

“No, I only have that message,” he says, sounding unusually somber. You repeat the location Master Kenobi had given under your breath, then curse.

“Dammit, that’s miles from here…” you mutter to yourself. Estree speaks up.

“It’s actually not that far from where I came, I can take you there on my speeder bike on the way back,” he says.

You pause for a moment, surprised by his earnest offer of help. Even if Estree didn’t know who this person was, Master Kenobi had clearly convinced him of how important the matter is. You don’t like him, and you certainly don’t trust him, but you do trust Master Kenobi.

“Yeah, okay, just- just give me a second to actually get dressed, and I’ll go with you,” you say, trying to convince yourself as you speak. Estree simply nods and says that he’ll give you a few minutes.

With that, you shut the door, dash back into your room and quickly change into the ‘street clothes’ you wear to blend in. As you pull your boots on, you stop and stare at a long, thin wooden box with a heavy lock on it. You debate fiercely with yourself. After a second, Estree sneezes outside and reminds you that you’re in a hurry, so you grit your teeth, use the Force to unlock the box, and gingerly pick the item inside out of it. You secure it tightly inside a hidden pocket of your long coat, and as you return to the hallway where Estree is, you pray to the Maker that you won’t need it.

After around half an hour, Estree stops his speeder bike near the location Master Kenobi had given you. You hop off, then turn back to Estree. You say nothing but give him a single, firm nod. He does the same before quickly getting out of there. You watch him go, and a small part of you wonders if Master Kenobi knows what he’s up to. Someone bumps into you, drawing your attention back to your surroundings. You flip your hood up and look around.

You dimly recognize the crowded street and nearby square, but can’t recall when you were last here. You glance around, looking for a better vantage point to examine your surroundings. After a few seconds, you spot a place, then slip through the crowd and take a set of steps up to the doorway of a bar that sits higher above the ground level. You stand to the side, trying not to be conspicuous as you glance around at all the faces surrounding you, but you don’t recognize anyone. You unconsciously grip the item in your pocket, then retreat back downwards.

You duck under the steps and into the shadows, then close your eyes and try to Sense something, anything. You furrow your brow in concentration, but find nothing.

You keep your hand in your pocket and decide to skirt around the perimeter of the square; you’ll move out further if you don't find anything. You pause to adjust the mask you wear to hide your nose and mouth, then begin to move.

You’re about two thirds of the way around the area before you feel it. Whoever you’re looking for, you can faintly Sense him. You concentrate, then head down a wide street, keeping near the sidewalks. As you move, the feeling of familiarity grows stronger and unsettles you. This is similar to when you had sensed Master Kenobi, but there’s a strong feeling of loss and even fear attached to it that you didn’t experience with him. You fight back the returning anxiety and keep moving.

“Spare a credit?” is said nearby, and you immediately freeze. You know that voice. Your heart pounding hard against your breast bone, you move backward a few steps, turn your head to the side, and find someone at your feet.

“Help a veteran get a warm meal.”

You’re hit with the feeling of familiarity and intense loss so hard when you meet the homeless clone’s eyes that you stumble backward, catching yourself on a streetlight.

Nax watches you in a sad, hopelessly detached way, as if he’s expecting you to just ignore him the way everyone else does. He doesn’t recognize you, and you barely recognize him.

His armor was filthy, scuffed, and even deeply cracked in some places. The once bright white plastoid and sapphire blue paint having turned grey and black under almost a decade of dirt, damage, and Maker knows what else. His helmet is off and upturned at his feet. There’s a glint of two or three credits resting inside, and the shine of the metal exaggerates the pitiful condition of what contains them. He had been so proud of that armor.

His hair, so neatly cut before, has grown out, streaks of grey standing out against the dark black, and it’s matted in several places. His face is unshaven, a beard having also grown out, giving him a wild, untamed look, and his skin is dull and pockmarked. It’s obvious that he hasn’t been able to bathe in a very long time, and even from this distance you could faintly smell him. His face is thin and his cheekbones are prominent.

Even his eyes are different. They’re also dull, appear sunken, and are filled with a deep pain that makes you wonder what he’d been through. Only the dark, rich brown is unchanged.

After a few seconds in which you don’t move, he looks away, and you feel a gust of dejection and humiliation blow off of him. Your heart shatters as you realize that he’s probably gotten used to being gawked at, just like you’re doing now, and you tear your eyes away from him.

You lean heavily against the streetlight, your head spinning, as panic is quickly setting in. Despite the dark, chilly night, it’s suddenly too bright, too hot, too loud. Before you can stop it, you suddenly flash back to the last time you had ever seen him. You grasp at the sides of your head and fall into an odd crouch as the memory echoes around your mind.

Whether it was from exertion or emotion, tears were streaming down Nax’s face and fear filled his eyes. Panting, he told you to run in a shaky whisper before firing at you again, aiming for your chest. You barely deflected the shot, and he roared for you to get the hell out of there.

It’s hard to breathe, so you yank your mask down past your chin without thinking about it and gasp for air, your heated breaths coming out in clouds and dissipating quickly. Your entire body trembles while sweat beads onto your forehead, and it feels like your heart is going to burst out of your chest.

You were so sure he was dead. You told yourself years ago that he’d probably been ‘decommissioned’ by a cruel Empire or slaughtered on a distant battlefield just like countless numbers of his brothers. Whether you were aware of it or not, you mourned him every single day. How did he wind up here? How long ago had he arrived? Did you ever pass him by before, so consumed by your own fear and grief that you’d simply never noticed him?

You growl and wrench your hands off of your head, then grip your lightsaber in your pocket. As you do, your stomach churns and you wonder how many other Jedi he’d attacked. You cut that thought off immediately and force yourself to regain control of your breathing. It takes a lot of effort, but the past decade of practice you’ve had at fighting away panic attacks ensures that it doesn’t take long to do it.

With your breaths fairly steady, and the full body shakes having cooled down to an occasional twitch, you stand up straight, pushing through the residual dizziness. You hesitate, then face Nax again.

This time, when your eyes meet his, there’s a flash of recognition there before it’s quickly overshadowed by something else. What exactly that something else is, you don’t get a chance to see, as only a second later, Nax is on his feet and pushing his way through the crowd as quickly as he can in an effort to get away from you. He’d left so quickly that he’d completely abandoned his helmet. You quickly snatch it up before someone else does and rush after him.

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stolen-pen-name23 · 2 years

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Can you please write something about a sick feverish Anakin chose to have a fight (argument) with Obi-Wan, hiding his condition during the whole thing, and also failed at the end? (Loses the argument and fails to hide how sick he actually is) if not it’s also fine, thanks

Hello! Like all the prompts in my inbox, this has been sitting here for months, so I apologize. But I took some time to fill this one! Thank you for your patience, anon!

***

“You never listen!” Obi-Wan snaps.

“Then try saying something interesting for once!” Anakin bites back.

This particular argument is… bad. Not that any of the arguments Obi-Wan and Anakin have are good, per se, but as Anakin grows older, their fights become more vicious in nature. The more they learn about each other, the more weapons they have in their individual arsenals — Obi-Wan’s words a piercing arrow, Anakin’s, a newly sharpened knife.

Anakin huffs and tries to storm away, but Obi-Wan positions himself in between him and the hallway to his bedroom.

“No, you do not get to walk away from me right now,” Obi-Wan says. He stares Anakin down, noting the wild fury in his eyes. They’re glassy with it — the unkempt rage Obi-Wan has tried and failed to smother for the past eight years. He finds himself looking up into Anakin’s eyes instead of down. This particular change has been years in the making, but it still catches Obi-Wan off guard, especially in moments like this.

“Let me go,” Anakin says, stepping closer to Obi-Wan.

“No. You are not done explaining to me why you continuously go behind my back to sneak out of the temple and wreak havoc in the lower levels.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Obi-Wan,” Anakin snarls.

“You’re not an adult either.” Obi-Wan surveys Anakin in hopes of finding a gap in the armor. His face remains stoic and stubborn as ever. “But you are a member of the Jedi Order, and as such, you are expected to hold up our tenets everywhere you go. May I remind you what one of the biggest tenets of the Order is?”

“If I try to stop you, you’ll just ignore me.”

“At least you’ve learned one thing,” Obi-Wan hisses. The arrow strikes its target, and in the back of his mind, he knows he’ll regret saying it, but in the heat of the moment, he revels in the small flinch of Anakin’s eyebrows. He straightens his shoulders and clears his throat. “One of the core and most basic tenets of the Jedi Order is that we are peacekeepers and we use our gifts to help people. Not to get into fights and destroy property.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! It was an accident!”

“Oh, so destroying a vendor’s entire cart by dropping metal scaffolding onto it was an accident?”

“Yes! I was aiming for that sleemo who cheated in the race.”

“You do realize you are not helping your case, right?”

Anakin groans and rolls his eyes, though he seemingly loses his balance and takes a jilted step to the left.

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes.

“Anakin, if you somehow managed to hurt yourself down there, I’ll—”

“I didn’t,” Anakin says, cutting off the threat before it can be administered. “I’m just tired.”

“Maybe you’d be more well-rested if you didn’t sneak out in the middle of the night.”

“Maybe I’m just tired of you.”

That’s it.

“Go to bed,” Obi-Wan says, his voice cold.

“What?” Anakin asks.

“I said go to bed. There are only a few more hours of night left, and you’ll need all your energy for the circuit drills you’re going to be running first thing in the morning.”

“But I was going to—”

“I don’t care what you were going to do tomorrow. Your plans have changed.”

Over the years, Obi-Wan has developed strategies for dealing with Anakin Skywalker and his moods. He has discovered that the best way to get him to work out his anger is to have him burn it off. Anakin’s never been one for traditional meditation, but through their bond, Obi-Wan can sense Anakin’s presence calm as he does repetitive, high-intensity exercises. Even if Anakin insists they’re “boring” and “not as fun as lightsaber training.”

Obi-Wan steps to the side, and with a glare that could kill, Anakin pushes past him and storms to his room. The door slams behind him.

Only then does Obi-Wan allow himself to deflate. He allows his shoulders to relax and he closes his eyes as he lets out a sigh.

Teenagers.

Exhausted, Obi-Wan shuffles to the kitchen and begins brewing a pot of tea to settle his nerves. He’s angry, yes, but the underlying anxiety remains. No matter how many times he does it, Obi-Wan will never get over the initial jolt of panic he always feels when he finds Anakin missing in the middle of the night.

As he waits for the water to boil he sits at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. It’s been a long night, and he does not look forward to the day that follows.

***

Even with the amount of rage still pumping through Anakin’s veins, he finds he cannot resist the call of sleep once he storms into his room and climbs into bed.

Waking in the morning proves difficult. He’s barely opened his eyes and his head is already spinning.

“Get up,” Obi-Wan says, evidently not for the first time, based on the look on his face.

The night comes back to Anakin in a wave, and he feels sick with guilt as he remembers the destruction he wrought and Obi-Wan’s sharp pang of disappointment in the Force.

Anakin moves to get up, and nausea swirls in his stomach.

Perhaps it’s more than just guilt.

“Master—”

“Get up,” Obi-Wan says again. “Get dressed. We’re going to the training dojos.” There is no room in his tone for argument.

Anakin stands up and watches Obi-Wan stride away, the door closing behind him.

With a sigh, Anakin stumbles to his closet and finds loose tunics and a robe.

Shivering, Anakin changes into the fresh clothes and wraps the robe tightly around himself. He’s freezing. More so than usual.

He stumbles out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. In the time Anakin was dressing, Obi-Wan laid out a plate of toast and fruit with a cup of tea for him. The guilt churns in Anakin’s gut even more.

“Eat,” Obi-Wan says. “Then we’ll go.”

Anakin nods and sits at the table, glancing at Obi-Wan warily, but unable to meet his eyes. Obi-Wan silently sips his tea, leaning against the kitchen counter rather than sitting with Anakin.

There is no part of Anakin that wants to eat anything right now, but Obi-Wan looks at him expectantly. He nibbles on the edge of his toast and swallows some of the tea. The idea of eating the fruit makes him want to gag. He pushes it to the side.

“Stop stalling, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, contempt lining his features.

Anakin forces himself to take another bite of toast before he pushes the plate away.

“I’m done, let’s go,” Anakin says.

Obi-Wan stares at him for a moment before nodding. “Let’s go.”

***

The obstacle course Obi-Wan has Anakin running is not a difficult one, at least by Anakin’s standards, but it is sure to burn out some of his energy. At least, this is Obi-Wan’s hope.

He watches critically as Anakin leaps and bounds across it, scaling the walls and stalking over balance beams.

They’ve been here for an hour, hardly even enough time for Anakin to break a sweat.

And yet.

“Master, I’m tired of this,” Anakin whines, his shoulders slumped. “Can we go?”

“No,” Obi-Wan says, resolute. “Again.”

Anakin’s shoulders somehow slump even further and he trudges his way back to the course.

Even as Obi-Wan gave the command, something felt… off. He stares at Anakin as he struggles to scale a steep wall.

Anakin never struggles on this course, not even when he was a youngling.

Obi-Wan frowns. Perhaps this will be the last round.

Anakin makes it to the top of the wall and heads for the next obstacle — a balance beam high above the ground. It’s never been a problem for Anakin, but now he wobbles unsteadily on it.

“Focus, Anakin,” Obi-Wan yells, a lick of concern leaking through his voice.

If Anakin hears him, he makes no sign of it. Instead, almost in slow motion, his body goes limp and he falls off the side.

The Force screams in Obi-Wan’s head, and he throws his hands out, calling upon it.

It seems like Anakin’s body is falling for an eternity before Obi-Wan is able to take hold of the Force and slow him with it. Anakin floats only inches above the ground, his body limp. Gently, Obi-Wan lays him down on the floor and rushes to his side.

“Anakin,” he says desperately. “Anakin, what’s wrong?”

Anakin’s head is lolled to the side and his eyes are closed. Obi-Wan cups his cheek in his hand and turns his head. His skin is burning with fever, and Obi-Wan nearly recoils at the heat of it.

“Padawan,” Obi-Wan says softly. “Anakin, please, wake up.”

Anakin groans softly.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan encourages, “open your eyes for me, please.”

Glassy blue eyes flutter open, though they remain unfocused.

“I’m sorry,” Anakin croaks. “Sorry I snuck out, I didn’t mean…”

“Hush,�� Obi-Wan soothes. “It’s alright. Are you hurt?”

Anakin shakes his head no. “No, I was… dizzy.”

The dizziness explains the fall, and the heat from his skin explains the dizziness. What remains lacking an explanation, however, is how long has Anakin been sick, and why didn’t he say anything.

These are questions that can be answered later. The question Obi-Wan needs to answer now is whether or not Anakin should be brought home or to the Halls of Healing.

“Please just take me home,” Anakin says, as if he can hear Obi-Wan’s thoughts.

“Alright. But I haven’t ruled out taking you to the healer’s.”

Anakin grunts in answer, but doesn’t protest further.

“Come on, let’s get up.”

Obi-Wan helps ease Anakin to his feet, and together, they stumble back to their quarters.

***

Comforting hands stroking back his sweat-soaked hair is what wakes Anakin from his fever-induced sleep.

He groans, his aching body protesting his wakefulness. “Master?” he croaks.

“Hello, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says. He pulls his hands away, and stares at him intently. “How are you feeling?”

“Not well.”

“I assumed as much.” Obi-Wan looks down at the floor and softly says, “You didn’t eat your breakfast.”

“What?” Anakin murmurs.

“You always eat your breakfast.”

“Master, what are you—”

“I should have seen the signs,” Obi-Wan says, cutting Anakin off.

“What signs?”

“The scaffolding and the vendor.” Anakin’s cheeks heat up, but Obi-Wan continues. “You don’t mess up like that. You’re strong in the Force. Even when you were young you wouldn’t have made a mistake like that.” He shakes his head. “And you didn’t eat your breakfast.”

“It’s alright,” Anakin says. “I messed up. You were angry.”

“I wasn’t angry, I was scared,” Obi-Wan says. Anakin raises an eyebrow. “Okay, I was a little angry. Mostly scared. I was worried about you all night. I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know if you were hurt…” His eyes go far away.

Anakin can’t stand when he looks like that. He looked that way after Qui-Gon. He can’t bear to be the cause of it.

“So,” Anakin starts, hoping to get that look off his face, “am I off the hook?”

Obi-Wan smirks, his eyes coming back to the present. “I’ve always enjoyed your sense of humor. It’s one of your better qualities.”

Anakin sighs. “So I guess you’re just gonna make me run that stupid obstacle course again?”

“When I no longer have to worry about you passing out on me, yes, yes you will be running that stupid obsacle course again. And quite a few more times after that.”

Anakin throws his head back on the pillow with a groan.

“But for now, you will rest and regain your strength.”

“Alright,” Anakin says with a yawn. His eyelids grow heavier with every blink, and Obi-Wan starts to fade from his focus.

“Rest now, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says, touching his fingertips to Anakin’s forehead.

The sleep suggestion takes hold without resistance, and Anakin lets himself slip into a quiet, peaceful sleep.

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Grogu thought about those early days with the Mandalorian a lot. He was often surprised by the bounty hunter. He seemed terse and silent and very menacing, but when there was no threat present, Din Djarin was a remarkably gentle, thoughtful person.

Grogu was so happy about that. He’d dealt with terse and gruff many times, but those people seemed to be terse throughout. Like the life they had lead just abraded them so much there was no softness left. There was no time to be gentle or thoughtful because everything was a threat, even though everything wasn’t a threat.

And all that made Grogu think that he should do something really nice for the Mandalorian. Something to show how much he appreciated the bounty hunter. How happy he was that they got to go on adventures together and that they also got to sit around campfires and just tell stories and pet massiffs and eat roasted whatever that thing was.

Normally, when Grogu wanted to do something like that, he would ask Peli Motto for advice, but Peli wasn’t in Mos Pelgo. Or Freetown, as it was now known. Or he would get advice from Fennec because Daimyo Fett would be too busy. He couldn’t even ask Greef Karga because he was on Nevarro.

So, instead of asking any of them, he asked his old Jedi Masters what he should do. That’s right. Grogu was able to speak to the old Masters whenever he wanted to, more or less. He had to be someplace quiet and he had to meditate with a calm focused mind.

That was often pretty hard to do when he was on an adventure with the Mandalorian. They were normally zipping around on a speeder bike or hiding in a sewer or sitting in a cantina, waiting for the inevitable fight to break out. Those were not good places for quiet contemplation and focus.

But today they were just hanging around Peli’s Garage, while she went off looking for parts to something. Din Djarin was polishing the N-1, so Grogu could just find a comfortable spot and reach out with the Force and contact his former Masters.

He hadn’t told Luke about that and he felt kind of bad about it. He shouldn’t have broken off Luke’s training so early, but Din Djarin had needed his help and Grogu couldn’t ignore that. He supposed that he could locate Luke sooner rather than later and teach him a few more things, but he was going to bring the Mandalorian with him, so Din didn’t in trouble without Grogu being there to help him out of it again.

With that in mind, Grogu sat down on the cot that his protector and best friend used when he was visiting Peli and allowed his mind to settle down and grow quiet. It wasn’t quite as easy as he had hoped it would be. Until he explained it to them the pit droids periodically came over to him and poked him with a stick to see if he was still alive. He assured them that he was.

Finally, he was deep in a peaceful meditative state and called out to his former Masters. As expected, Master Kenobi showed up first.

“Hello there, Grogu. How may I assist you today?” Obi-Wan’s voice sounded just like it always had.

Grogu smiled.

He explained that he wanted to do something nice and lasting for Din Djarin because the Mandalorian had been so kind to him and he wasn’t sure that Din knew how much Grogu appreciated him.

“I think, young one, that the best course of action would be to simply tell him how you feel. Your words have meaning and he will understand them, if you give him time.”

“Understand them he will not, if never say you them.”

Uh, oh. Master Yoda was there now. He always had advice, but Grogu often found it hard to follow. He understood it fine, mostly.

“Show him what you mean, Jedi Grogu. Actions always speak louder than words.”

Ah, Master Qui-Gon had shown up. Grogu thanked them all and suggested that they chat with each other. He had something to do.

When he broke away from the meditative state, Master Yoda still had something to say, but Grogu knew what he needed to do.

He trotted over to the work table Peli set aside for him and began to sketch. He was going to make a drawing for Din Djarin of the first time they met. When it was done he would sign it with a simple note, ‘for my buir’. He hoped the Mandalorian liked it.

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Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 20

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!: anxiety, long term depressive symptoms, Punishment Homework. Fluffy comfort at the end though.

A/N: I have a friend that uses the saying that unresolved trauma is passed generationally, and it’s not wrong. The Temple Jedi (as opposed to other Force users) teach the separation of emotions, but this can also be misconstrued or even miss taught as repression of emotions. Anyone with a background in basic psychology would tell you how dangerous that is. Given that our girl is a Healer I think that she would have at least tried to do something for the boys.

Picture Credit: Pinterest and @mybook0608 (twitter)

Word Count: 1520

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The leaves of the solitary tree in the Temple courtyard rustled gently in the breeze. It was an old tree, planted eons ago when the Temple was but a humble stone structure. And while the current temple grounds had expanded past the old, this tree had stood the test of time, steadfast in its watch. How many younglings had meditated beneath it’s shade, how many studied, read, or practiced their forms? Today though it was you who came to ponder a great question.

“I am requesting to take my Padawan off world for an educational retreat.” You kept your tone even, trying not to betray the deep concern at the root of your request.

The truth was that this wasn’t only for Anakin, but for Obi Wan as well. Both were trying to deal with the pressure laid on them by the Council, or rather not dealing with it well. Anakin had made great strides in his studies and in his training overall, but had hit a social plateau amongst his peers due to the rumor mill of his being the chosen one. Obi Wan had become frustrated with what he saw as his failure to get Anakin through this. More so there was the judgement of his fellow Jedi. Not simply judgement that came with being a new knight, but of his reputation from the duel with the Sith.

How had it been just over a year since so much had changed? And yet some things never did, the whispers surrounding you hadn’t really changed much. You were used to ignoring the snide comments and side eyes towards yourself, but your temper had considerably shortened where your Padawan and Obi Wan were concerned. Physical altercations were rare but you could decidedly verbally eviscerate with just as much effect. In realizing that there was a broader issue you had sought out Master Yoda for his wisdom. It had not been a comfortable conversation to say the least but here you now stood hoping that the old Master would cosign your plan.

“Perspective to gain you seek hmm? Agree with you I do, time and calm you shall have.” Wrinkling his forehead Yoda looked up from where his hover chair poised on the square cobbles. “Where go will you?”

“There is a planet on the outter rim, Dantooine, I visited as a young padawan.” Seeing master Yoda nodding you continued. “It’s very strong in the living Force, I think a little nature will do all of us some good.”

Yoda had always been surprised that you had stayed on Coruscant for as long as you had. Often over the years he would find you in the gardens or the animal enclosures, the city had never seemed to be your place. Years ago, he had wagered with Master Windu that you would go off world like young knight Vos, but you had remained. He suspected it had much to do with your loyalty to your Master… and a certain young knight. As much as the Council would disagree with the decision Yoda knew that your instinct was right, the boy needed space to grow and also to calm his often-turbulent mind. “Order a transport and in the morning you shall embark. May the Force be with you, young Y/n.”

“Thank you Master Yoda. I knew you would understand.”

“One thing more I would ask,” his face wrinkled with mirth, “Something to share return with you, Hmm?”

Giggling in your throat this caused you to smile. It was the request Yoda made whenever you and Master Melri or Master Windu had left on a mission. On one occasion Master Windu had brought him a potted carnivorous plant, another time you had returned with a mastiff puppy that had taken a shine to Obi Wan while on a joint mission. That pup would often accompany Yoda, trailing after his hover chair when he taught the Creche, the small ones making it as equally happy as it made them. “Yes Master, I think we can arrange that.”

Upon return to your quarters you found the boys, each stewing over their respective data pads. Obi Wan was as hunched in his chair as Anakin, an oddity given his usual good posture. He was dressed down to his comfortable training sweats and zip up, worn soft and often pilfered by you. Anakin was repetitively typing something on his pad, a deep scowl etched his brow. “Alright Anakin I think that’s enough for now, go wash for evening meal.”

“Yes Master, should I set the plates.” He smiled once he noticed that you had entered the space. “Hi Master Y/n how was the Creche?”

“Oh, you know snotty noses and sharp lil claws,” rolling your eyes as Obi Wan finally unglued from his pad. “I take it that wasn’t a class assignment?”

“An essay on the importance of following the chain of command and the detriment of insubordination.” Pinching the bridge of his nose Obi Wan laid his reports away. Walking over you gave his tense shoulders a squeeze. Tired, dulled blue eyes searchingly gazed at you, “There’s something you want to tell me?”

Patting his shoulder you smiled, “Only that I hope you’ve done your laundry. Pack your bags we’re outta here!”

“Where are we going?” Anakin leapt up excitedly. “Is it a mission?”

“No we are going on a…fieldtrip …of sorts. Seems to me you need to do more than read about all those planets, so why not visit one.” You moved away to place your robe and satchel away.

“Y/n we can’t just take off, we have responsibilities here.” Obi Wan was giving you that strained look that had been plastered to his face of late.

“It was Master Yoda that approved it, he thinks it will do Anakin some good.” You smiled reassuringly.

“This is so wizard! Where are we going? Is it hot? Cold? Are there animals?”

Anakin babbled on and on while Obi Wan studied you. Laughing you gave the young mans hair a ruffle, a habit that had developed since his induction as your joint student. The two of you had talked about this, he had even agreed with the idea, but he wasn’t keen on the fact that you had gone to see Master Yoda without him. Feeling your signature reach out for his own he sighed allowing it.

Obi Wan could tell that you knew of the exhaustion that had begun to hollow out his soul, he had been sniping with you for the last few weeks. Obi Wan wasn’t even sure why he was constantly upset with you and Anakin, just that he felt like a tightly wound spring begging to release. He didn’t want to fight tonight though, settling instead for grumbling. “I suppose I should pack then.”

Obi Wan was reading the latest Service Corp report when you leaned into his doorway late that night. He observed the tension in your shoulders and that the corner of your lip was wearing a hole from your nibbling it. “Yes Y/n?”

“I didn’t mean to overstep Obi Wan, I just thought…” you sighed picking at your sleeve, “I just wanted to help. I should have asked you to come with me though, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

Obi Wan put down the data pad and motioned for you to join him, it had been a rarity of late. Stars he missed the simpler days where it had just been the two of them, but privacy and quietude were at a premium. “No darling I’m the one who should be sorry. I’ve been horrible to the both of you, please forgive me.”

“Permission to speak Master Kenobi.”

You leaned against the headboard, guiding him to lay his head in your lap. Blue orbs dimmed by exhaustion gazed up at you while his fingers toyed with the hem of your nightshirt. Running a hand along his head, your thumb stroked his cheek. “While I appreciate the apology and the self-reflection, I think it’s time I take the helm a bit more than I’ve been. You’ve worked so hard and I can take on more so you can rest.”

“I’ll be alright wee one I just …” you silenced him with a finger to those plush lips, shaking your head. Obi Wan raised up, his hand brushing back the hair that had fallen around the two of you like a veil. Pulling you to him he took your sweet lips in his own. He pressed hard against you, wanting to go fast and hot, but you maintained a languid gentle pace. You pulled away tugging at his lower lip as you parted.

“You need to give yourself a little grace and rest.” Kissing his temple you stroked your fingers through his hair. The feeling of tension in him loosened a bit. “If anyone knows how hard anniversaries are it would be me.”

“Wise wee one, whatever would I do without you?” Kissing the inside of your palm he also gave it a squeeze. “I promise to do better.”

“I know Obi Boy, now sleep. We have a long day ahead with the jabber jaw.”

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