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magnusbae · 5 months

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Hi! What about "Can you stay with me?" (and if you'd like it my bonus prompt is "drunk") 💗

The initial draft was written while I was quite literally fainting late at night & the second one fully rewritten while I am dazed and out of it. I would say that I was method writing Obi-Wan who is indeed very much drunk in this one, dearest anon. Thank you for the prompt~ 😊💖

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Obikin || 4,004w || Drunk Obi-Wan is agonized by the prospect of his freshly knighted Padawan leaving him behind— and more. 😌 Some flavors of gentle lime in this drink, very light, very sweet. 🍋💖

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"Can you stay with me?"

Obi-Wan Kenobi sounds properly pathetic and he knows it. Grasping at Anakin’s Tabards as he is, mind swirling in hazy circles around the notion he was doing his very best to avoid thinking about for the past few months. It is not long now that Anakin would look at his Master and see him for what he really was. Perhaps even today. Inebriated as he is, he makes for a good serving of disillusionment. All Anakin needs to do is look, and see, and then…

It seems inevitable—his Padawan will leave.

Former Padawan. Anakin is no longer his Padawan, and that is the heart of it, isn’t it? The severed braid was the firs step. Them having each a battalion of their own, stationed light years away from each other with only the occasional joint mission, a second. The third and final step would be for Anakin to finally open his eyes and look, and see.

It won’t be hard to unveil the carefully crafted Jedi Master facade Obi-Wan had cultivated for the past decade. No, it won’t be hard at all. If Anakin were to stop glorifying him, stop shaping him to be what ever form of idol he had needed for while growing up, if only he were to take an unbiased look at him…

There will no longer be, Kenobi and Skywalker.

For the naked truth was, Anakin had outgrown him, had become more powerful and capable than his Master. There’s little left that Obi-Wan could still offer, still teach. He should be proud. The only one still refusing to see it, is Anakin himself. Once that revelation comes to pass however, it will be complete. A true break, as befitting the Jedi way. Obi-Wan finds no peace in the thought, no completion nor satisfaction in the successful completion of his Padawan’s training—a symbol of his own Mastery.

Not when it means losing him. Not then.

Given his state of drunkenness, words slurred and feet unsteady, he thinks that it’s worth putting to question whatever or not he was a good Jedi at all, least of all a Master. Try as he might, he finds it hard to ponder further. His choice to look inward is as always an avoidance, an escape. An easy detour from looking outward, from looking at Anakin. Anakin who’s eyes he can feel like a physical touch, boring into his very soul.

Obi-Wan’s avoidance is nearly as strong as Anakin’s natural magnetism. One is counseling him to avoid looking, save himself the pain of witnessing the exact moment in which the realization dawns upon the boy. The second, stronger still, demands his undivided attention on him, demands him to look. Demands him.

Obi-Wan looks up, he meets those eyes, his demise.

Anakin’s eyes widen and he blinks, endless blue clearing as if coming out of some sort of shock.

“Can I—” Anakin splutters “—Obi-Wan, even if the council explicitly ordered me to go save the entire karkin universe just now, I wouldn’t be leaving your side— stars you’ve any idea what you look like right now?

Obi-Wan’s tongue is heavy but he parts his lips to answer, something clever to be sure, he always finds something to say.

“No, never mind.” Anakin cuts in before he could speak. There’s such decisiveness in his tone, such confidence. His former Padawan stands tall, his arms are strong and sure as he handles Obi-Wan closer, making him lean more of his weight against his chest. It’s broad and firm. Obi-Wan should not be noticing those things, should not be aware of those things. It is a further evidence that his Padawan is well and truly grown. Further evidence of his own failing as a Jedi, as a Master, as a…man. Obi-Wan should not be inhaling and smelling home. Should not be leaning closer, itching all over for more, more.

“You’re so wasted that I am surprised you’ve even recognized me at all.” Anakin continues talking, as if the universe is not shifting beneath Obi-Wan’s feet as it is him who finally looks with his gaze unbiased. “The drunken messages though, those you will be seeing tomorrow” there’s dark mirth in that dear voice. “I bet you wanted to send them to— someone else.” Anakin glances at him, eyes narrowed.

Obi-Wan’s offenses at Anakin’s assumption he could ever not recognize him dies over under his gaze, dark and rich, his eyes are captivating. Before Anakin, he did not know that a blue can hold such multitudes. Both the clear morning sky, and the moon lit sky. Beautiful. They loosens his tongue as well as any truth serum would. That or the bottle he had finished on his own finally soaked through.

“I will always—” His voice comes out so thick that he coughs, starting Anakin from his dark contemplations, whichever those might be. His eyebrows furrow and he quickly snatches a cup of something clear off of a passing robo-waitress’s tray. Irritated with the distraction, Obi-Wan accepts it and drinks if only to make way for the words to follow. He will not let it go. Not now that he’d started. “I will always recognize you, Padawan Mine, drugged, beaten, or otherwise preoccupied— I will always—” “Drugged?!” Anakin cuts in again, arms tightening around Obi-Wan and strangling the annoyed huff at being cut again “You did not mention anything about being drugged, what the kark’ Obi-Wan?!”

Obi-Wan’s mouth is dry, similar to how being drugged would feel. His mind swims and all he sees is Anakin. There’s warmth in his chest, there’s a burn in his gut, there’s a tug in his—

“It’s hard to tell” he says sheepishly, embarrassed, eyes straying away from Anakin’s strong jaw and up, up to the lights on the ceiling. He should not be thinking of how Anakin’s proximity is enough to replicate a strong drug. How out of orbit he feels around him as of late. “They all start the same, so…”

Anakin is hardly listening. Instead he is surveying the club with a look of fury that is bordering on homicidal, freeing one hand to rest it on his lightsaber. There’s the distinct feeling of Anakin stretching his force signature out, covering the room, no doubt attempting to locate anyone within their proximity who might have dared drug his former Master. Oh if only he knew that he was the culprit all along.

Obi-Wan snorts, finding an odd sense of humor in it.

Anakin’s gaze darts back to him, sharp and accusing. He looks so handsome under the colorful, dim lights. He looks so…

“Ah-nakin.” Obi-Wan sighs out and shuts his eyes lest his spinning head forces him to sober up in the most un-jedi manner.

“Stay with me,” the request comes so easy, what was it that he was so afraid of? It’s so easy, too easy. Frighteningly so, to reach and touch Anakin’s forearm. There’s skin beneath his touch, warm and human, tense muscles beneath. “Ah” Obi-Wan sighs out in realization. Anakin had rolled the sleeves, so very unofficial for a Jedi and yet so very Anakin of him.

Master Windu would have hated it. It wouldn’t surprise Obi-Wan if this was exact reason why Anakin did it to begin with, after all, he was most adept to handling heat and was not bothered by it even while all else were. Obi-Wan really should have reprimanded the boy more often, should have stopped Anakin from executing all those harmless little vendettas of his while growing up.

If only he did not find them to be so endearing, so amusing. If only he was a better Master, a proper Master. He would have.

His brain is foggy and he had already forgotten what was it it that he had hoped to achieve by touching Anakin, only that his fingers are circling his wrist and touching the spot at which he can feel his life pulsing. What a terrible habit it is, being intoxicated while negotiating. You should only ever drink enough to appear drunk, never more. How is he to get what he wants, when he has no ideas what it was?

Obi-Wan’s eyelids are heavy when he tries to blink them open and focus on Anakin. There’s the signature frown, so familiar Obi-Wan can’t help but smile. Anakin is chewing his lips, a compulsion he had never managed to rid himself of. He looks torn between the need to locate and deal with the ‘enemy’, and…. Obi-Wan.

The way Anakin looks, that should not be reminiscent of the targets Obi-Wan opts for charm as the main form of negotiation with. Should not stir the excitement of a hunt, of a game to be won. Obi-Wan should not use his looks to achieve his goals, he should not use them to get what he wants, he should be a better man than that.

Obi-wan is not a better man.

Licking his own dry lips, he let’s go off of Anakin’s wrist and reaches for Anakin’s cheeks. There’s a tremble in the touch, his, Anakin’s? He is not certain.

“Dear One, you can chase your enemies tomorrow.” He speaks in a hushed murmur, he hopes he sounds soft and alluring “Tonight, will you guard this drunk Master of yours?” he looks up, through his lashes, breathing shallowly, feeling hot, hot, hot all over.

Anakin let’s go off of the lightsaber. It’s an answer enough to what he had picked. It still is deeply gratifying to feel the boy’s hand cover his own, guide it until he wraps his arm around Anakin’s shoulders. It’s an awkward angle, with Anakin being taller than he— he cares very little for it when Anakin wraps an arm around his waist.

“Let’s go.” He is tight lipped and determined, guiding Obi-Wan out and into a speeder that is parked not far off. If Obi-Wan was even slightly more aware, he’d realize just how much attention the pair of them had draw, how all of the eyes had followed them out. Sometimes he forgets, how famous they had become during this accursed war. Sometimes, he is glad to not remember.

Anakin is terribly efficient at getting them to the Temple. One blink of an eye they’re flying through the busy highways of Coruscant, the next he is tossed unceremoniously onto a bed that feels and smells familiar. His bed.

They’re in his quarters. Their quarters until very recently. He is breathing harder and he does not dare to think of why. If he does not think, it does not exist. He is self aware enough only to feel how disheveled his robes feel on his body, how messy his hair is, how hot his skin feels all over. He is a mess.

“Dear one?” he questions. He refuses to acknowledge how his own tone drops, refuses to admit he is rolling his vowels in a way he knows thickens his accent in the most attractive of ways. He doesn’t know why he is flirting with Anakin Skywalker when the boy is barely out of his knighthood and is Anakin. His Anakin, his Anakin on whom he just looked in a way he really should not be looking at, through his eyelashes, with a heavy, wanting gaze.

The redness of Anakin’s cheeks is evidence enough that he hears and understands the situation well enough. That he is very much aware of what his Master is doing. That he is… perhaps affected.

Obi-Wan swallows, trying to push himself up to his elbows. He needs to sober up, he must tell him that he is merely jesting, that it is all a little tease, a little laugh, nothing more, just….

Anakin cuts him to it. Before he can excuse, or joke, or explain.

“Not while you’re drunk.” Anakin bites, sounding frustrated, lips swollen red from biting. Obi-Wan startles, surprised.

What did Anakin just say? Imply?

Blatantly threw straight into his face, more like.

Yes, but not while he is drunk.

Absurdly, a swell of pride fills his chest to the brim. Anakin’s manners and chivalry surprises him, pleases him. He had raised him well after all, he did not fail him, at least not in this.

His pleasure must bleed into the Force as Anakin regards him with a dark, baffled look. It’s so dark, most would find it intimidating, but for Obi-Wan it’s… dear. He can see the gentleness in that look, the care. There’s warmth in the force when Anakin insist on tucking him in, fingers methodical in the short, careful gestures. Tucking him in as if he was a child. Him, his Master. Former.

Obi-Wan was tucked in only once in his lifetime, at least as far as he can remember. His first night in the Jedi Temple. So tense he was, so out of his depth, that the he was taken pity of, tucked in with a quiet promise of everything making sense soon. It helped.

It had never happen again.

“Ahnakin.” he tries to protest, tries to pull a face of offended indigence. It’s hard to do when he is practically shining within the force. A single look from his apprentice is enough to quiet him down.

“Master.” Anakin replies, and there’s a little eyeroll there. His cheeks are still flushed but he seems as determined as Obi-Wan to not address the Bantha in the room. “You really should be more careful” he lectures him in a way Obi-Wan can distinctly remember doing a few years back, when Anakin had gotten drunk for the first time.

He leaves then, without a word. Obi-Wan’s throat closes and there’s a pang of pain in his heart. No this. He remembers now. Him. Leaving. That was the whole reason, that was why—

“Master?” Anakin sounds concerned, a glass of water and a container of what looks to be painkillers in his hands. “Are you sick?” a few strides and he is by Obi-Wan’s bed again, placing he glass and container at the bedside table. He looks well and truly worried.

Unthinking, Obi-Wan sits up. So sudden that he does feel sick from the motion. He ignores it. He reaches for Anakin’s face with both hands, cupping his cheeks with a grip that is too strong, too desperate. A Jedi should not hold onto things with such fervor.

All it takes for him to lean is to Anakin, is to stop resisting if only for a moment. Anakin’s pull was always there, stronger and stronger until it had become a daily challenge to ignore it, to pretend he does not feel it. All it takes is to stop resisting and his lips find Anakin’s, pressing against that plush softness, inhaling his exhale and finally, finally feeling anchored, inside the orbit he was always meant to circle.

He tilts his chin, leans in, knowing his beard will scratch pleasantly against the smooth jaw, kisses in deeper—

“Mahster—!” Anakin gasps into the kiss, a pang of shock and uncertainty clouding the force around them, sipping through the open nerves of their broken bond. He does not want to take advantage of his Master, does not want him to end up hating him, does not want him to wake up and be disgusted, appalled— but he wants, he wants so badly.

“Oh, Anakin.” Obi-Wan breathes out, unsure if it’s endearment of relief that fills him up with warmth, with lightness. One thing he is certain of, no one had ever been, or will be, as sweet, as kind, as dear as Anakin is to him. “I could never hate him.” There’s a drunken lisp to his voice, he needs a moment to correct himself. “You.” He manages, meeting Anakin’s eyes and not blinking, not wanting to miss a single moment. Wanting to see the exact moment in which Anakin realizes he is serious, that he is the most honest he’s been in years.

Anakin seems to be realizing it too, his eyes widening and cheeks coloring a deeper red than before, he bites his lip.

“I might be…” Obi-Wan’s gaze drops to Anakin’s lips and he thinks about… “intoxicated…” he forces himself to look up, away from temptation, away from sin. “Drugged, possibly.” He is still not fully certain if he is, or it truly is just Anakin with a touch of alcohol. “But I am very much aware that…” he smiles before completing the sentence, it widens so much further with the words to come “…my Padawan simply cannot take advantage of his Master…” there’s really no need to be using this many terms of belonging, especially when they are outdated and irrelevant, but he just cannot… “On the contrary, I am the one who should be deeply ashamed for…mnnn-”

Anakin’s lips quiet him up, he was never a patient listener, never could hear his Master finish a thought. This is the most effective he had ever been at cutting Obi-Wan’s line of thought, by far. He kisses him in a way Obi-Wan would have never guessed him capable of— it’s soft, sweet, patient. A tender thing, careful, loving. Obi-Wan gasps. Thinking, dazedly of how Anakin will grow to be an amazing lover, so attentive, a beast holding back his fangs in favor of gentle lips…

The thought sets a burning coil of arousal deep in Obi-Wan’s gut.

Not good. Beyond not good. He should….

The thought is present and yet he licks at Anakin’s lips, asking for permission. He is granted one without resistance, without hesitance. Anakin’s lips part and he can taste him and oh, oh. Obi-Wan groans, muscles tensing as he shifts to sit straighter, moving a hand to Anakin’s nape and pulling him closer.

He nearly chokes when the boy sucks on his tongue, arousal shocking him into near soberness.

“Anakin…” he knows, there’s not enough alcohol in the universe to convince him that this is not going too far, he knows and yet…

He kisses Anakin again, a little hungrier, a little more wanting.

He must stop this madness. To think that he had started it, to think that he had taken advantage of his trusting, sweet—

“No, Master.” Anakin answers, and Obi-Wan wonders just how much of his shields is truly left if his thoughts can be read so easily, so plainly. “You’ve asked me to stay, and I will stay.” That assuredness is back, firm and leaving no space for argument. This is the same man who leads men on a battlefield, who commands, who leads. Obi-Wan finds it impossibly, undeniably, devastatingly attractive.

“You will sleep.” Anakin decides then, tearing his eyes away from Obi-Wan long enough to gesture at the lights, turning them off with the force. “And I will stay with you.” His eyes land back to Obi-Wan, dark mirth dancing in what Obi-Wan can still see of him. “To keep you safe, Master.” He is teasing him, the little devil.

“How will it even…” Obi-Wan doesn’t want to mention how narrow the bed really is, Anakin would know, with his constant complaints about how leg room and…

“Don’t worry about that.” Anakin answers, confidence so cocky, so boyish that Obi-Wan huffs a surprised laughter, breaking into giggling when Anakin practically falls on top of him. They struggle like that, laughter mixing, limbs tangling, hair in a mouth and fingers against sides— Anakin captures him then, they’re on their sides, Anakin’s back is firm as he pulls Obi-Wan all the way to himself, forming….

“Absolutely not!” Obi-Wan’s voice raises and breaks a little, attempting to wriggle out of the trap he inadvertently fell into. There’s still some pride life in him. He will not permit this Jedi Knight, his former Padawan no less, big spoon him, 16 years his senior and former Master. Force be his witness, he will not allow it.

Anakin makes a suffering, exasperated exhale when Obi-Wan manages to slip out of his grip— only to be yanked back by the force. All he manages is a choked gasp of protest before the air is knocked out of him, his back hitting a firm chest a little too hard. There’s a vindictive sort of satisfaction in hearing Anakin chokes out a surprised exhale too, clearly, he did not account for the impact being this strong.

“Karkin’ hell…” he hears the boy muttering and snorts out, laughing even while Anakin wraps his mechno-arm around him, pulling him back into the not-as-offensive as before little spoon position. Fine, he thinks. He’ll allow it, just for this one night….

His eyes close and he shudders when Anakin’s nose press against his nape, he can feel the slow, deep inhale— can feel the content exhale that follows.

“Finally.” Anakin breathes out, as if he was waiting for this moment longer than the few minutes just now. Like he needed it, himself. Like it was not Obi-Wan, pathetic and alone, messaging his former Padawan while drunk beyond reason that led him here, but his own needs, own wants. Like he needed this too, him. Like he needs him. Obi-Wan.

“Oh Force…” Obi-Wan calls upon it without realizing, without meaning it. Only the force can stand witness to this moment, judge it, measure it. Guide him, tell him right from wrong. “Force.” His voice trembles with it, realizing for the first time that Anakin does see him, in truth, does and still…

“It’s fine with it.” Anakin remarks, nonchalant, amusement coloring the timbre of his voice. “You don’t have to shout at her, I don’t think she like it very much” Anakin refers to the Force differently every time, Obi-Wan suspects he does it simply for the joy of throwing off the younglings.

It unsettles Obi-Wan as well, he will not admit that much, though. Anakin’s connection with the force was always stronger, always different than anyone else’s. If he’s saying that the Force is not finding this offensive…. Obi-Wan will trust him. Anakin enjoys messing around at times, stretching the truth about how the Force works, but he’d never lie about this, not to him.

Obi-Wan’s body relaxes so completely that he practically sags into Anakin, relief, so much relief. It feels…. Good. There’s rightness to it that even without the Force humming pleasantly in his ears, he’d recognize. Like sharing a sleeping cot in the war zones, minus the blood and gore and pain… it feels secure, it feels…good….

He feels himself being lulled to what he suspects will be a long and restful sleep. Such a luxury as of late. “Mnh..” He jolts a little when a hand moves across his side, resting at his hip bone and then back up to his side. He should not permit Anakin this much leeway with him and yet…. He likes it… oh he likes it.

So he doesn’t comment it, allowing him to continue, to stroke him and care for him, and hold him. He is not leaving.

Sleep comes ease, as easy as an inhale. One moment he is aware of all that surrounds him, the scent and warmth, the weight and touch. The next he is sinking into the open embrace of rest. Distantly, he feels the touch of a Force Signature he knows as well as his own. It is the only half of it, after all. Accepting it, is as easy as breathing too.

There’s a distant shift, even in sleep he can feel the bond snapping back into place, like moons falling into a familiar route, circling a singular sun. Maybe it was not Anakin who was the sun around which Obi-wan was revolving all along, but their shared….

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wlwanakin · 13 days

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Do you think obi-wan had some sort of fucked up version of empty-nest syndrome and that's why he was always budding in on anakins parenting (read: mastering) of ahsoka? Because that man was given a child the moment he was a fully independent adult in the eyes of the jedi, he didn't really have the chance to be independent without a kid to worry about, we know that there was some underlying resentment on obi-wans part but like imagine you spend 10-12 years raising a kid after becoming an "adult-adult" and then you just...don't have to do that anymore. What would you even do with yourself? I think there was some part of obiwan that didn't quite know what to do with himself afterward, bc he literally spent his whole knighthood up until that point raising a kid, he got knighted and jumped straight in. Not unlike a person whose baby is born a few days after their high-school graduation ykwim?

oh it was totally a hard adjustment for him and i wouldn’t be shocked if that factored into how his relationships with anakin and ahsoka evolved during the war. i think there’s also a layer of like. the problem when it came to obi-wan and anakin’s whole deal wasn’t so much parenting but parenting anakin specifically, especially because of the circumstances it happened under. because i don’t think obi-wan dislikes being a mentor, quite the opposite really bc he can be so fucking full of himself, but being thrust into that role without a second to be your own person and the kid you have to mentor being bpd space jesus who you already resented and also just naturally clash with and on top of that are utterly unprepared to meet the emotional needs of, and also all this happened right after your not-dad got stabbed in front of you and then died in your arms…that’s gonna do a number on you! but yeah, he did that for ten years, he grew to love the kid, and i’m sure he was ecstatic when the kid was no longer his problem but like, that was his main burden for a decade! and ahsoka’s just easier, in terms of personality and compatibility and generally not having anakin-level stakes or baggage attached, and anakin’s easier to have as a brother/peer than as a kid, and obi-wan can just meddle with them forever because he gets to be a mentor figure without all the burdensome responsibility that came with specifically being a guardian to anakin. so it’s both like “yeah close enough” and also an upgrade lol

#this post sounds a bit mean to anakin but i’m trying to come at it from obi-wan’s pov lol i am NOT being mean to my main girl #obi wan kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #fatherdaughterbrothers disconnect tag #asks

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sugarrrvenomm · 21 days

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obi wan using your pussy like a toy and filling you with so much cum it goes everywhere … ugh

omggg he’d be so nasty about it …. spreading your legs when he’s finally done so he can see how the multiple loads of his come have stuffed you up so much it has nowhere to go so it’s spilling out of your pussy n leaking all over. “look how messy i’ve gotten you, my love.” he’d play with your clit, using his come to make it sooo slick that the filthy wet noises are almost embarrassing. of course he’d end it with having you sit on his face so he could clean you up properly, rivulets of his own come running down the sides of his face while his tongue dips inside you and his lips suck on your clit… spreading his come around even messier before licking it up. mumbling against your pussy “there you are, that’s my sweet girl. grind that puffy little clit all over my beard. you deserve a reward after emptying masters balls so well.” 🤭🤭🫶⭐️

#i woke up in this mood. i need to hump him sooooo bad.#pov: obi-wan is my personal plushie <3 #obi wan smut #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #🐇

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fullbattleregalia · 2 months

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Me: Okay, time to write some fic about my favorite character is this series-

My Least Favorite Character, kicking down the door: I DEMAND ATTENTION AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Me:

#I want to write about Obi-Wan? Anakin storms in #I want to focus on Kakashi? Sasuke steals center stage #Din Djarin won’t even let me write from his pov #how about something about Phoenix Wright? oh I’m sorry - this is Klavier’s story now #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #every damn time

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 1 year

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The Subtleties of the Force

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight. This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTC Fem reader, I hope you enjoy.

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The convention hall was packed with people and you had somehow gotten separated from your group of friends. Well you say friends but really they were work colleagues and you were sure they had only invited you to make up the numbers for the cheap tickets. You didn't really care, you'd wanted to get to the convention, especially as some of your favourite actors would be there and this seemed like the only way. Figuring they'd ditched you on purpose you decided you'd make the most of the day and just meet them at the bus that evening. That was how you had found yourself wondering the rooms one by one. In a corridor lined with blue carpets and yellow walls you saw a plaque. Starwars merchandise. Awesome you thought, exactly what you had come here for. Moving closer you wondered why no one else was there but decided it simply put out of place and other people hadn't found it yet. The door handle is hot when you take hold of it. A rush of wind hits you as you enter the darkened room. This wasn't right. The plaque must have been put there by mistake; there was nothing here. You feel around with your hands when you see a small line of light appear around your feet. Like water rippling away from your steps. Then a voice calls to you, not to you but it's calling out and you recognise it. Maybe it's one of your coworkers and you rush forward searching for anything. The only light was around your feet until you saw it. Like a screen on a wall you saw you see a flash of a tunic and a blue light spinning. Keeping your breath as quiet as possible you step forward watching as Obi-Wan Kenobi trains Anakin Skywalker. You worry that you've stumbled on a secret screening. Without thinking about what you were doing you reach your hand close to the scene and whisper Anakin's name. Both men turn to you. Their eyes locked on yours.

"What on earth is that?" The older Jedi asks. Your heart starts to race.

"Hello there?" He speaks with a cautious smile.

"Hello." You whisper still not sure if they were speaking to you.

"Perhaps you should come down off the ceiling?" Anakin said, stepping forward and reaching toward you. His master taps his shoulder, keeping him from approaching.

"We should practise some restrain here, my Padawan."

"But look at her master, she needs our help." Anakin steps past his master and reaches up to you. His hand comes so close to you. You are sure you can smell the sweet air of the training room. Panic sets in and you turn on your heel running away. Surely the door was this way. Another screen appears and you see the two men once more, they are on a frozen planet. They see you again, and once more they call to you. You run.

It happened again screen, Jedi, panic running four more times it happens until you turn blindly, your heartbeat thumping in your throat and you trip. Falling forward into a body. The darkness is gone, replaced by a stark brightness. You feel a hard object below you and hear the 'oof' as hands take hold of your shoulders.

"You're here?" The voice says, pulling your attention back to what was happening. Looking up you see you had crashed directly into Anakin Skywalker.

"Master! She is here." He called out and Obi-Wan ran onto the balcony.

"It's been a year, and you're finally here. Actually here." The padawan continues.

"What? Where am I?" You ask pushing away from him and looking for a way out.

"Stop. Please stop."

You can't help but comply to the masters voice. You'd spent your whole life listening to it. You stand still, your back to them.

"I don't know what's happening." You say quietly.

"Shall we start with your name?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Y/n" you say, turning toward them. No, no, looking at them is worse somehow, but you don't turn away.

"I'm Obi-Wan-"

"Kenobi, I know and you're Anakin Skywalker." You interrupt him.

"Why can't I read you?" Anakin rushes the words out. You shake your head.

"You're right Anakin, you aren't giving off any signs of Force."

"This is a joke right? Are you being paid to do this? A TV show?" You ask, backing yourself against the wall.

"We're Jedi, we do not get paid to do anything." Anakin says.

"Perhaps we should take you to the council, they may understand what is happening better than us." Obi-Wan says.

"You're not on the council yet?" You ask, looking at the red haired man.

"You are a strange one. Will you come with us?" He points to the door and you nod. The master walks forward taking the lead and Anakin falls in behind you. To your surprise you emerge into a large hallway, the floor is silky smooth and the walls made of brown pillars. This was much more than a joke.

"Is this all real?" You ask, more to yourself than to the two men.

"Well we think so." Obi-Wan laughs.

You feel like a prisoner as they walk on either side of you. Wishing you could run and hide, though you knew they would know this building better than you and if they really are Jedi they'd catch you instantly.

The doors to the council room loomed over you as you waited, your heartbeat began to race again and your chest started to tighten. The palms of your hands felt clammy. You knew this feeling, you'd had it plenty of times before. This was the start of a panic attack.

"I don't, I don't want to go in there." You say, though your voice is hardly more than a whisper. Both men hear you and turn to you.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Obi-Wan asks, resting a hand on your shoulder. The touch shocks your body and you turn, running before your mind catches up with what you are doing. You run as fast as your legs can take you, turning a corner and flopping into a darkened corner. You faigley hear Obi-Wan tell Anakin to check a different way to him and pull your knees up closer to your body, trying to hide yourself.

You feel him in front of you first, his presence is heavy, but it lightens your chest.

"Hey, y/n. You're fast, faster than us." He laughs, crouching down to your height. You slowly look up to him.

"How, you have the force run?" You ask.

"Force run." He breaths out, through your panicked mind his voice is familiar and it soothes you.

"I know this place can be scary, I came here when I was nine. The council were pretty harsh but they mean well." He is trying to comfort you.

"I know, I know what they said to you, but I'm not you Anakin, I'm not the chosen one or even a Jedi I'm just me. I'm not even from this place." You ramble

"This place, you mean this planet? Where are you from, how do you know what they said to me?" Anakin asked.

"I, where I'm from you're…all of this is a story, just a story. It's not real." You speak through your panting breath.

"Not real? I'm as real as you can get." Anakin took your hand bringing it up to his chest.

"You see? That my heartbeat, I'm real, you can feel that."

God, why was he being so nice to you when he doesn't know you?

"This is a bit much." You say finally meeting his blue eyes.

"I have an idea, maybe they'll let you speak to just one of them, to start with. In light of…well. We can ask." You nod and allow Anakin to pull you up to your feet. You finally take the time to look at him, his hair is cut short with a braid hanging down behind his right ear. The hand that is holding yours is flesh. You check the other, both flesh. So this is before the fight with Dooku.

"That is a good idea, my Padawan. I shall speak to them, you stay with our new friend here." Obi-Wan spoke walking up behind Anakin. Once more you fall between the two men and your breathing slows to somewhat normal.

The doors to the council room are still intimidating but having Anakin standing beside you as Obi-Wan slips inside makes you feel less apprehensive.

A few moments pass before the older man peeks his head back through the doors.

"Master Yoda and Windu are waiting for you." He announces. Master Yoda would be easy to speak to but Windu. You had seen how he treated Anakin in the movies and it made you nervous.

"Come in." Anakin puts his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room. The scene before looked exactly how it was in the movie, a circle of red chairs surrounded by windows. Obi-Wan stepped to the middle of the room, with you and Anakin following him.

"Begin, we shall, at the start Master Kenobi." Yoda said, part of you wanted to giggle hearing him actually speak and not be CGI or a puppet.

"Around a year ago, Anakin and I were training on the south Balcony, we saw y/n looking back at us, through a window of sorts. She was gone too quickly for us to get any information. We have seen her again several times and each time y/n appeared surrounded by darkness, as if she was somewhere between her world and ours. This morning y/n literally fell out of the sky and onto my Padawan." Obi explained, simply.

Yoda nodded along, but Mace narrowed his eyes on you.

"The world between worlds." Yoda spoke once more, turning to his companion.

"It has been centuries since anyone has crossed through it. Where are you from, y/n?" His dark eyes bore into you as you gulp.

"A planet called Earth, or um Terraferma." You recall the name from a science class. "It isn't in your galaxy." You say sheepishly. Mace smiles and laughs, a sound you have never heard in the movies.

"I have heard of it. In old stories the training droids tell. If you don't mind I'd like to take a blood sample, to determine if you are carrying any foreign -"

"Midichlorians right? You want to see if I have any?" You blurt out. The Jedi Master looks impressed and nods. He stands and takes your hand clipping your finger and drawing a drop of blood. You flinch, sucking on your finger as he sits back in his chair.

"Now, tell us what do you know about us?" That was the question you were dreading. Drawing in a long breath you begin.

"Well where I'm from, and to be honest I'm completely sure this isn't a very elaborate trick; this is all a story, well a movie, um I have seen what happens to you, to all of you for about sixty years. I don't want to tell you too much. I don't really know how time travel or inter galaxy travel works but I do know you don't tell people their futures." Both masters nod.

"Tell us, more past information, you must." Yoda asked.

"Yeah, umm, Mace, I mean Master Windu your lightsaber is purple, because you can draw from the darkside without succumbing to it. Errr, Anakin was found in Tatooine, as a slave l, Qui-gon wanted to train him, but he died at the hands of Darth Maul…" you could see the disbelief in their eyes, this wasn't enough…"this temple is built on a ancient Sith temple. To turn your sabre red you have to bleed the crystal. The first human Jedi temple is on Anch-To, the original books are there."

"Okay, I've heard enough for now. Master Kenobi, please take y/n to the dormitories. We shall confirm with the council." Mace announced turning away from you and you follow Anakin and Obi out.

"What else do you know?" Anakin asks, a hint of nerves in his voice.

"Oh um, only what's in the movies and TV shows." You reply. As the three of you walk you feel a dizziness wobbling in your stomach. "I don't know-" a flash of the dark room stopped you. "What?" The convention and people talking, so much talking."I need to-" the temple walls. You reach out and find a grasp on Anakin's arm. "Wait I " the convention hall again. You can see your friends. Your mind spins and you feel yourself falling backward. Anakin tries to catch you, your arm slipping through his fingers and your back hits something hard. Not the floor, a body, a chest and you're lifted up into a pair of arms. You open your eyes enough to see that Obi-Wan is carrying you. The dizziness is making you feel sick so you press eyes shut tight and lean into his hard chest. The simple scent of clean clothes and skin became your concentration.

"What is happening to her Master?" You hear Anakin ask from somewhere behind him. They rush you through the temple to the halls of healing. Where you were taken from Obi-Wan's arms and placed on a bed. As more scenes of your home flash in front of your eyes, mixed with parts of the Skywalker Saga. Nothing felt real until a hand slid into yours. Snapping open your eyes, you turn your head and see Anakin sitting beside you. Unsure if it was the healers around you or his touch you began to calm and fall to sleep.

*********

You do not open your eyes, but your ears begin to focus on the voices around you.

"Her count is almost as high as your own Anakin. This is very strange, but there is a story from a millenia ago about a young man coming to us through the world between worlds. Not of this galaxy but one far, far away and it seems further along in the timeline. He came and helped save thousands of people. I am concerned that our fears of a coming war are much more imminent than we previously thought."

"Master Windu, what do we do?" You hear Obi-Wan ask.

"The council believes y/n is somehow connected to the both of you. You have said you saw her several times in the last year, so we think it would be best if you begin training her, of sorts."

"I already have a Padawan?"

"Anakin appears to be nearing his trails. We have chosen to give y/n's training to both of you. Not as a Padawan but a member of your team." You can tell Mace still worries about you by the way his voice inflected between words.

"Very well Master Windu. We shall do our best."

"Be on alert, the senate will be convening here in one week. We may be needed."

You listen as the door opens and closes, still waiting to open your eyes.

"Do we really just go forward with this? Shouldn't we be trying to get her back into the world between worlds? Get her home?" Anakin asks.

"In time, Anakin. We must do as we have been asked. These are trying times, y/n may be here to help us. She does appear to have some knowledge of our world."

You open your eyes but say nothing, watching the two men standing on the other side of the room. One of the heelers approach you. She has a gentle, young face and her smile eases your mind.

"Welcome back, miss y/n. My name is shamé." She helped you to sit up, the two men waiting eagerly to speak with you.

"I heard it all. I don't know if training me will be any good, I'm pretty unfit and clumsy." You try to force a giggle.

"Obi-Wan is a brilliant teacher, you'll learn quick." Anakin reassured you. Obi-Wan smiled at his padawan. It wasn't often they complimented each other, but it made him beam with pride.

"And an excellent student to learn beside." He clapped Anakin's shoulder. The healer tells Obi-Wan that you are ready to be released from the healing halls so you follow the two men out.

"What happened?" You asked them.

"We aren't sure. It started to faze in and out, like a hologram struggling to contect. We could hear noises, I assume from your home planet."

"Oh." Was all you could reply.

"We heard ourselves as well, but it was-" Anakin trailed off.

"I'm sorry,"

They both assure you it is fine and that strange things happen all the time. You know that to be true but did the force really work in such strange ways?

When you all reached the dormitories Obi-Wan showed you to your own, pointing out that Anakin was across the hall and his own room was around the corner. They then agreed to meet you for lunch in around an hour as you slid inside your new room. It's not big but it isn't small. Enough room for a bed by the window, a sofa opposite a desk, kitchenette and off to one side a door that led to a bathroom. In one of the cupboards there was a pile of clothing you assumed every Jedi was given when they arrived. Something told you to change into some of it at least. Perhaps you'd forgo the full jedi get up. They were surprisingly comfortable on your tired skin. A small mirror gave you the opportunity to fix your hair into a much easier simple plate at the back of your head. How strange it was that you had spent eighteen years imagining yourself in this world and now you were in it.

You'd nearly felt time pass you when there was a knock at your door. Figuring out how to open it was harder than you thought so you called through to the other side.

"Um, how do I open the door?'

A soft chuckle came back to you.

"Press the green button" it slid open and Anakin was standing in front of you, the cheeky grin you'd fallen for on screen beaming down at you.

"Is it time for lunch already?" You ask.

"No, I just thought you might like someone to talk to, this place can be scary when you first get here, but if you want to be alone I can-" he turns slightly as if about to walk away.

"No, I mean yes, come in." You step back allowing room for him to pass by. Anakin flops onto the sofa.

"You found the clothes, I wasn't sure what sizes to get you but they seem to fit okay." He looks you up and down making you feel overly self conscious.

"Oh, yeah they fit great, thank you." You say standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Anakin sucks on his teeth looking around.

"Obi-Wan has been called for something by the council so we have some time just us. Can you tell me about your world?" He asked, scorching over on the grey sofa to give room for you to sit down. Nervously you perched on the edge and turned to him, still in awe of sitting beside him. It was strange because you knew there was an actor at home who looked exactly like this man, well not exactly. In your world he was older, this man was still young.

"It's very different to here. There's no force there and people don't travel between planets it's just one planet. Well there are other planets but we haven't worked out the technology to travel between them yet." You can feel yourself beginning to ramble.

"Wow, locked on one planet forever. I thought I'd live like that once." Anakin's eyes blinked away from you for a moment.

"You're so much more than that child, Anakin." You say out of instinct. He smiles at you.

"It's not a great planet at all really. I mean the planet is beautiful but the people are not. There are a lot of wars and crime." You explain.

"I guess our worlds aren't that different." Anakin sighs.

"Okay, your turn what has happened so far, for you? I need to know where I am in the timeline." You settle back in the chair as Anakin shifts to face you more.

"Um, well I'm almost a Jedi now." He laughs.

"Have you seen Padme again?" You ask.

"No, but I get to see her again?" He asks with a new excitement glinting in his eye.

"Oh, err, yeah eventually. So no then. In that case I think this is all before the second movie starts so I don't know much. The action starts soon." A real laugh leaves your throat as you think of Anakin's catchphrase 'this is where the fun begins'

"Wow okay." Anakin sits back, you can see the way his mind worked through what you told him.

"I know you can't tell me what happens in the future, but do I ever become a master?" You can't help but feel sorry for him and his big blue eyes.

"You become a powerful force user, one of the most powerful in history." You settle on a half truth. He seems pleased with the answer and jumps up to his feet, pulling you up with him.

"Come on, it's lunch time." He drags you through the temple to the cafeteria, where a thousand eyes squared onto you. Anakin ignored everyone and passed up a tray, explaining what each meal was made of. Taking only one bowl of vegetable soup figuring it would be the safest bet.

"I don't think I'm very welcome here." You whisper across the table. Anakin looked around for the first time, his scowl turning eyes away.

"Ignore them. Most people here are blind anyway." He rolls his eyes.

"Anakin, you shouldn't think like that, the Jedi are doing their best with what they know." You tap the back of his hand with your finger tips. For a moment his eyes glaze over as if a memory was taking hold of him until you pull your hand away. The padawan looks at you, concern written all over his face.

"What did I do?" You ask, panic bubbling deep inside you once more.

"No, I just…I haven't been able to read you this whole time but then I felt…you've been so alone." Are tears threatening his or your eyes? You couldn't be sure.

"Oh." Was all you could say and you folded your hands into your lap.

"Please don't be nervous, I understand how you're feeling now. You enjoy gardens, we have an amazing one here. Would you like to see it?" Anakin's eyes had widened, one eyebrow lifted higher than the other as he studied your face.

"Yes please." You say quietly.

Lunch discarded he guides you out of the catering hall through more corridors, the temple was a maze and you were sure you'd never be able to traverse it by yourself. The Jedi beside you however appeared to know it well and hardly had to think about the direction he took you. His hand hovered at the small of your back each time a corner or new direction was taken.

"Here, we have some older Jedi who prefer to stay here and garden. Most of the plants are medicinal but they're still pleasant to look at." Anakin pushed open a heavy door, it was the only door that hadn't opened by itself. The smell hit you first, fresh and light. You'd expected the planet of curisont to smell more mechanical, yet in this garden it was hard to believe you were on a planet made entirely of metal buildings.

"It's beautiful." You say looking around at the plants. They were planted in delicate patterns that you assumed helped with their cultivation. Several benches had been placed around the garden and Anakin sat in one, watching you take it all in. His eyes scanned your body, how each curve of your stomach and hips bent when you smelled a flower. You looked back at him when you heard a particularly large breath leave him, he was shifting his position and decidedly not looking at you.

"Do you spend much time here?" You ask him, aware at that moment that you know nothing of his life between the first and second movies.

"Oh, occasionally. It's a nice place to meditate. There are little distractions here." He answered with a smile.

The door to the garden opened and Obi-Wan appeared,

"I am sorry to interrupt, but we have to go, the council wishes to see us. All of us." His words make your stomach flip around

***********

Evening was beginning to set, you were in your dormitory looking out of the window after wrapping a short cloak around your body. There is a knock at your door and this time you are able to open it without help. Obi-Wan stood on the other side with a grin.

"Hello there, I thought I'd stop in before we collect Anakin. We haven't had much time to speak candidly since your arrival." He grinned at you.

You sit on the sofa expecting some lecture on your conduct, instead the older man leaned himself on the kitchenette counter.

"Master Yoda has asked the librarians to search for any information about the world between worlds so we may be able to get you home. The thing is, I agree with Mace, I think you're here for a reason. There must be something you have to change here. Your knowledge of our world, it has to have meaning." Obi-Wan had moved toward you, crouching down with his hand on your knee.

"I'm starting to think so too. I'm not sure if I want to go home, not yet anyway. There isn't much for me there." You reply with a sad smile.

"I'm sure that cannot be true."

"Honestly, I have no family left and my friends…they wouldn't miss me too much." You shrug. Obi-Wan eyes soften with sadness as his eyebrows knit together.

"Surely that cannot be true. You have been with us but two days and I already will miss you greatly when you return home." He takes your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. Once again tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"Thank you for saying it." You return his gentle smile. A cough catches your attention and you both look to see Anakin in the open doorway.

"Yes, time to go." Obi-Wan patted your knee as he stood and you followed them both to the transporter and then into an apartment building. There was a lot of security around the door, both from this planet and Naboo. It made much more sense then in the movie that appeared to have no soldiers around at all. Once they had verified you were all from the temple the three of you got into the elevator. Anakin adjusts his cloak awkwardly. Obi-Wan looks at him.

"You seem a little on edge."

Anakin's eyes briefly meet yours before he speaks.

"Not at all." He rebuked.

"I haven't felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks." Obi-Wan explained.

Anakin scoffed.

"You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you, remember?"

"Oh…yes." You and Obi laughed, Anakin couldn't help but giggle a little.

"You'll have to tell me about that one day." You say, smiling at them both.

"It isn't in your movies?" Obi asked. You shook your head.

"You're sweating, relax, take a deep breath." The master returned his attention to Anakin. The padawan's eyes flick to you once more.

"He hasn't seen Padme for ten years." You say. Anakin scrunches his eyebrows for a moment and he supposed yes, he was nervous to see Padme again but that wasn't exactly why he was sweating.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the entrance to the Grand apartment. Jarjar approached and you had to stifle your laugh. The CGI had always been a little dodgy but sending him in real life was amazing. You could finally see how his body truly fit amongst both water and earth and gosh was he tall.

"Obi? Obi! Mesa so smilen to seein yousa!" He excitedly greeted you all.

"Good to see you again Jar Jar." Obi smiled.

"Senator Padme, Mesa Palos here! Lookie, lookie, senator. Desa Jedi arriven." He leads all three of you into the main living area of the room. Padme turns away from a small balcony, her smile widening seeing her old friends. She and her head of security walk over to you. Obi bows then holds out his hand

"It's a great pleasure to see you again milady."

"It has been far too long Master Kenobi." Padme says sincerely, her eyes scan over his shoulder landing on Anakin.

"Ani? My goodness you've grown!" She says.

"So have you," Obi steps back so Anakin can step forward, "grown more beautiful I mean. Well, for a senator I mean." He looks back at you and internally kicks himself. Padme lets out a small laugh.

Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine." She grinned and turned away. You felt the tension in Anakin's body. Obi-Wan introduced you and Padme greeted you, thanking you for coming. They all walked over to the sofa's and sat down.

"Our presence here will be invisible, milady, I can assure you." Obi-Wan states.

"I'm Captain Typho of her Majesty's security service. Queen Jamillia has been informed of your assignment. I am grateful you are here, Master Kenobi." The one eyed man explained from beside the sofas. "The situation is more dangerous than the senator will admit."

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me."

Your mind starts run like crazy, you know exactly what is going to happen.

"If I might?" You speak up looking at Obi-Wan, he nods, "the three of us will find who is doing this to you, milady. I have some ideas on how we might find them." You explain the plan to them, ensuring that Padme will use herself as bait in the bedroom. Though she doesn't fully understand, your situation is explained to her.

"I can only do so much, I think some things need to play out about the same but I can give information faster than normal. Mostly you are pleased that you were able to stop the small quarrel between Obi-Wan and Anakin that happens in the movie. Padme excuses herself to her bedroom, her handmaiden following her. Obi-Wan goes off to check the security and JarJar disappears to do his duties. You look at Anakin.

"She was pleased to see you, sometimes it's hard to recognise someone when you've had a picture of them in your mind for so long. She is very pretty, more than I thought she would be." You say to him.

"I suppose. I want her to like me, more than she does anyone else but I'm conflicted about it. It isn't the Jedi way, I know that, but what am I supposed to do? You know what happens" he is almost pleading with you.

"You know I can't say, just trust your feelings about her." You know you need to make sure they get together.

The evening drew on and soon enough as you had said there was an attack on the senator. Anakin slices the two worms in half and Obi-Wan leaps out of the window after the bot. You stay with Padme, knowing this would at least play out correctly. You could give Obi-Wan more information when they came back.

"Will you sit with me? I doubt I shall sleep for sometime." Padme asks. You nod and perch on the end of her bed.

"Do you miss home?" She asked.

"In a way. I miss my things, my apartment but not my job or the people really." You say looking down at the silk sheets.

"You have no one?" Her question stung.

"No, my parents are gone, dad left when I was baby and my mum died a few years ago. I had no siblings." You sigh. Padme's hand rests in yours.

"I'm very sorry." You could tell she meant the words.

"Thank you." You tell her about your mundane job and lack of real friends. How you had arrived here and many more things you hadn't yet spoken about to anyone here.

"Well if you ever get bored of living in the temple you are more than welcome to stay with me." She giggled. Perhaps you could find friends in this world. Maybe you were here to stop her death.

"It is odd, you have only arrived in our world mere days ago and I met you hours prior to this yet I feel like we have always known each other." Padme held your hand once more.

"It is nice to feel like I belong somewhere." You admit.

Neither of you are sure how long you had sat in that bedroom but Obi-Wan was walking back in, turning on lights. You blink up at them. The sun was beginning to rise outside.

"We have a new plan, milady," Obi-Wan announced.

"Where is Ani?" Padme asked.

"He is speaking with the chancellor. They will both be along shortly."

"No!" You shot up off the bed, "he shouldn't, you should never allow him to. Oh no, this is and." You're pacing the room.

"Y/n what is wrong? What do you know?" Obi-Wan reaches out to you, taking your shoulders.

"Oh, um, I can't tell you, not yet, but you just have to be so careful about the chancellor, all of you should." Panic was rising up I. You again, your breath coming out in short shallow hits.

"Calm, y/n. I believe you. We shall be cautious," he nods to Padme who agrees, "come we must prepare for travel." You nod slowly and follow him out.

At the temple you are given a small suitcase of clothing and told to change into the top outfit. It's a simple burgundy dress, with black breeches below and a simple clock over the top. Once dressed you meet Obi-Wan back in the hall.

"Obi-Wan, I need to shorten your investigation. The thing you got off the bounty hunter it's from a planet called Kamino. It won't show up in the archive charts but it is there, it was deleted. Go to the coordinates you have, it's a wet planet and it will be raining when you go. You're looking for a man called Jangi Fett, but Obi-Wan don't chase him. There isn't really any point. Just bring back the information about…what you find there. Tell Yoda, he will need them and then go to Geonosis. You'll understand why."

He listens to every word you say before leading you down to the transport where Padme and Anakin are waiting. You watch as she bids goodbye to her handmaiden and the Typho. Anakin shifts behind as you Obi-Wan warns him to be mindful and make no choices without the council's knowledge.

Once on the transport you turn to them, a tightness in your chest needing to break free.

"Anakin, I know you've been having nightmares and as much as I want things to play out right between the two of you," you gesture between them, "we don't really have time. I have to save you from something. I think that's why I'm here, so we have to save your mother before it's too late."

"Save her from what?" Padme asked.

"She has been freed, married to a man called Lars but she was kidnapped by Tusken raiders. If we go now we can save her from dying." You say the words through a shaky breath. A tear drops down Anakin's face.

"Then we will go now." Padme announces. "On the plus side, no one would expect me to be on Tatooine." She reaches across and holds Anakin's hand.

The three of you manage to find a small ship that Anakin pilots to the sand planet of his birthplace. You were unprepared for the heat.

"Do you know where she is?" Anakin asks. You shake your head.

"No, the movie doesn't tell us exactly, but Anakin, trust your feelings. Reach out to her and you will find her." He nods to you. Closing his eyes Anakin pictures his mother's face in his mind. A swish of waves washes over his ears as he searches through the force for her. A small smile picks at the corner of his mouth.

"I know where she is." He flicks a few buttons in the ship and it moves quickly across the sand dunes. You watch in awe, not fully ready to truly believe you are here on the most important planet in this universe. Anakin settles the ship down behind a dune, knowing the Tuskens would be resting at the time of day and he tells Padme and you to stay on the ship. With the vale of darkness beginning to fall he creeps into the hut holding his mother. She is tied to a post but relatively unharmed. Anakin cuts her ties and she looks up into his eyes.

“Ani? My Ani. You have come for me?” she asks.

“Yes mother, come on we do not have much time.” He helps her to stand and leads her out the tear in the tent and back to the ship. The woman smiles seeing Padme on the ship and they introduce you to her.

“She’s the reason we found you.” Anakin glowed with happiness, for him it was a perfect moment. Flying a ship, carrying the three most important women in his life. Returning safely to the farm amongst the sand dunes, Shmi insists you all stay for dinner. Anakin beams when she places a plate of food in front of him, her hand pausing on his shoulder for a moment. It was the happiest you had ever seen him. Though you’d love to stay in this place, you know Padme must return to Naboo with Anakin for events to unfold. For their love to grow. Saying good bye to his mother seemed harder this time, but he was glad he got the opportunity to see her once more.

“My grownup son, so handsome.” she brushed her hand down his jaw and Anakin pressed a kiss to her palm. “I am so proud of you.”

“I love you, mum.” He whispered. Shmi turned to you.

“Stay safe, Shmi.” You whisper to her, “They may still try to use you against him.” She nods in understanding and you walk onto the ship, giving one last look at the twin moons.

The journey to Naboo would not be a long one but you had fallen asleep nonetheless. Padme sat in the seat beside Anakin.

“Y/n is a special person. I am glad she found herself here.” she said, glancing back at you.

“Yeah, it's utterly ridiculous but it feels right, her being here.” He agrees.

“It does, though I fear what it is she is here to stop. Our futures must be dark for the Force to bring us someone like her.” Padme admits.

“It’s okay, nothing will harm us whilst we have R2 with us.” He laughs.

“Well, it is a good thing that we saved your mother. Perhaps that was the pinnacle moment and everything is safe now.”

“Perhaps, but then she would have to leave, I love having her here.”

“Are Jedi allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi?” Padme turned her chair toward him.

“No, we’re encouraged to love, possession and attachment are forbidden; unconditional love, compassion are essential to a Jedi’s life. So you might say we are encouraged to love.” He smiled.

“You’ve changed so much.” Padme grins.

“You haven’t changed a bit. You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams.” Their eyes meet for a moment, before Anakin looks away. Padme reaches out, taking his hand and pulling him around to look at her. Your eyes flutter open but on seeing the scene before you, you stay still, perfectly unmoving. Padme leans forward a small amount, her lips falling open to let out the shaky breath she was holding. You see Anakin visibly swallow, their eyes locked onto each others, when it stops. The moment stops entirely with both of them turning away from each other at the same time. “Shit” You whisper to yourself, adjusting your position and alerting them to your presence once more.

“Good morning sunshine.” Anakin, turned to you, “Just in time.! The ship dropped out of hyperspeed and you saw the lush green planet of Naboo rise in front of you.

“It’s beautiful.” You say out loud.

“It truly is.” Padme agreed.

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After meeting with Padme’s family and the Queen it was decided that you would all travel to the lake country, to Padme’s holiday home and spend your time there. You were thankful that things were moving in the right direction again and you had managed to save Shmi. you hoped this would calm Anakin’s anger and keep him on a better path for longer. Perhaps it would give you time to figure out your next moves. Once shown to your room, a maid appeared at your door.

“Miss, Senator Padme requested these outfits be brought to you. She believes they will help you to blend in.” the maid bows her head and leaves again. A rail of dresses had been parked against the wall. Looking through them you realised they were alternate versions of the outfits she had worn in the movies. Like a dream come true you laughed out loud and decided to change. The soft chiffon-like material flowed around you. Wearing backless dresses had never been your choice before, but this one made you feel amazing, important in a way. The green, purple and blue colours flowed perfectly together. You brushed out your hair and left it down, against your back before leaving your room to look around the mansion. The sun had begun to set over the lake and you watched as Anakin and Padme walked across the patio, leaning on the ornate wall.

“We would swim to that island every day. I loved the water, we used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us and try to guess the names of the birds singing.”

“I don’t like sand, it is coarse and rough and irritating and gets everywhere. Not like here, here everything is soft, and smooth.”

Wait, something was wrong. Anakin was still facing the water, not running his finger over her skin. You watch, frightened you had changed too much. With your breath held you watch as PAdme reaches out to him, her fingers touching his as she inched her body toward him. Anakin turned his head to her and she closed the gap between them. For a moment Anakin loses himself to the kiss, but he swiftly turns his head.

“No, I shouldn’t have done that.” He pants.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers and turns her head back to the water. Well it was different but at least they kissed right? Having seen enough and not knowing how the situation changed originally you step out of your hidden spot.

“I’ve been looking for you two.” You call them, as they spin to face you. Anakin’s heart skips and he presses his lips together to keep himself controlled. Padme clapped her hands together before dancing over to you and taking you by the hand.

“You look beautiful in this dress y/n. I knew they would suit you.” She beamed, “doesn’t she look beautiful Anakin?” Padme encouraged him. Nodding quickly and steps closer to you.

“Yes, much…softer than the Jedi robes.” he breathes out. You feel the heat rise up in your cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“I have to attend a meeting with the senate, I will be in the offices. Please make yourselves at home. I will be back for dinner.” Padme excuses herself, leaving you alone with Anakin once more.

“How long has it been since we left Obi-Wan?” You asked him as you walked through the gardens.

“A few days. Why?” Anakin seemed almost angry that you had brought up his master.

“No reason, you two are the only people I know here really, I miss him. Don’t you?” You look away from the yellow rose you had been smelling and look at him.

“I suppose. This is my first assignment without him. He has been holding me back for so long.”

“No! Anakin no, I know it feels that way, sometimes our mentors see more of our faults than we would like, but I need you to trust me, Obi-Wan thinks so highly of you. You are more than a Padawan to him, you’re his brother, best friend and true family in this world.”

“I feel the same for him.”

“I know you do. Anakin, please don’t think that anyone distrusts you, well only one person does but he’ll be swayed when we fix the future. Believe me.” you hold onto his bicep, “Obi-Wan is already recommending you for the trials. It will not long be long before you are knighted.” Your eyes beg him to believe you. The tenses muscles in his face soften, to a smile.

“I suppose, you know the future so I should believe you.” his eyes lock on yours, holding your gaze, tongue darting out to lick his lips and he leans in pressing his lips to yours. It’s as wonderful as you had always imagined and you felt yourself melting into his embrace until your mind sprung back to you. Leaping away from him you turned.

“No, you can’t do that. That isn’t right.” You almost sob.

“I’m sorry, I thought…”

“No, you don’t understand. No matter how much I want that we can’t. You have to-” You sigh. “Anakin, this is important, you have to be with Padme, no matter what. You have to be, it’s important. I’m sorry. Will you promise me that you’ll be with her?” You ask, tears falling from your eyes. Anakin searches his mind, eyes darting left and right.

“I don’t understand, I don’t love her.” He too was crying.

“You do, well you need to. I can’t explain any more, I could ruin everything, just please, go to her, have dinner and be in love.” you force the words out. Anakin wants to argue with you but he can see there is no changing your mind.

“Because some things have to play out the same.” He repeated your words from days ago.

“Promise me?” You whisper.

“I promise.”

You want to reach out and take his hands, pull him to you in a hug but you know you cannot. Instead you turn and march out of the gardens back to your room. Throwing the dress haphazardly into your suitcase you pack your other things. Trying to quell the tears that keep falling. How could you have been so stupid to allow this? You should have been more mindful of yourself. no , there was no time to dwell on this, you had to leave and speak to Yoda, there were things that would need to change before the end of the coming war. As quietly as you could you run back to the dock and take a boat, rowing yourself across the lake, silently thanking your school for forcing sailing lessons on you all.

On the other side you manage to find a member of the Naboo security and request transport back to Coruscant. They oblige you and soon you were once more in the air. Anakin would be told by R2 of your departure in the morning, though you were sure he must already know. Space felt colder than before as you sat alone, watching the speeding stars whoosh by you. A new weight bearing down on your shoulders.

The transport drops out of hyperspace and halts all together. That was strange, that much you knew. Two guards came walking down the aisles, blasters in hand. They look at you.

“Sorry ma’am we need you to come with us.” You sigh at their words figuring Anakin must have sent them. You silently follow them to the front of the ship where a man in a helmet is waiting for you. No not a man, a mandalorian, the most famous mandalorian that has ever been in star wars, or well his father anyway. Jengo Fett stood in front of you.

“No!” You try to back away but a blow to the back of your head knocks you out.

In this state you wake, eyes adjusting to the new surroundings. People are gathering in front of you, all jostling to get to the front of something. You can hear a woman announcing something.

“Haaaayydeeeen Christeeennssooonnn!” The crowd erupt into cheers the noise blasting through your ears. You find a path forward and somehow you reach the front barrier, as the actor walks across the stage. He is visibly taken back by the amount of love in the room, until his eyes fall on you. He pauses looking down, like he hadn’t been expecting to see you there.

“Y/N?”

You look up at him, heart in your throat as he drops off the side of the stage and reaches out for you. Your own hand stretches out, “Anakin!” You call when there is a wave of power, like electricity coursing through your body and you turn to see a much darker room. You stumble back, your brain pounding against your skull. A man clad in a black suit and mask looms over his once Padawan.

“No, Anakin!” You call out again and he turns to you.

“Y/n? You’re here?” He begins to march toward you. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t left I never would have become this!” The robotic voice shorts at you and you cower away from him. “No Anakin, please. I don’t know what’s happening. Help me!” You plead with the villain of your nightmares.

A red lightsaber ignites and you feel the heat of it come close to your face.

Your eyes shoot open once more and you see the sabre, not Anakin’s but another Sith standing before you.

“Count Dooku.” You say under your breath.

“So it is true, you do know things you should not.” He uses the force to lift your body into the air. Across the room you see Obi-wan suspended in a trap.

“Where are Anakin and Padme?” He asks.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry I left them.” you drop your eyes.

“You are going to tell me everything you know.” Dooku points his weapon at you.

“No I won’t.” You clench your jaw. The once Jedi master lifts his hand in your direction, curling his fingers. Pain covers your body as if your skeleton was attempting to burst through your skin. You fight against it, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you make a sound. He drops you.

“Perhaps there is a better way to get you to talk.” He almost laughs when the bounty hunter steps into the room and whispers to him.

“Wonderful. Take Master Kenobi to the pit.”

You are unable to do anything as Jango drags Obi-Wan out of the room, his hands bound by

Force quelling cuffs. The Count places a pair on you though you are sure you wouldn’t need them. Your body was still aching from the force he had used against you. Dooku crouches in front of you and you recall the stories of the actor who portrays him. If this version was even half the man Christopher Lee had been, you knew you were done for.

“Perhaps seeing your friends die will motivate you.” he laughs once more and drags you along behind him. Forcing you to stand against the balcony wall. Your eyes find Obi-Wan being chained to a pillar.

A door opens on the far side, allowing a carriage to pull out, and you notice Padme moving back from Anakin's body. Part of your heart breaks knowing that she has just confessed her love for him. You're helpless as they two are attached to pillars. Though you know how it will end and though some.good Jedi will die, you know you may be able to help in the next fight.

Anakin looks up seeing you stood there and you see the confusion from your spot.

"Do not worry, my Padawan, she has not deferred to the Count. He believes he can force her into telling him everything she knows. Have faith in her "

"Is she hurt?" He asks.

"She is well enough. Concentrate on yourself and our predicament if you will." Obi-Wan ordered his Padawan.

You do nothing but watch as the alien creatures are brought into the arena.

“Surely you do not want your friends to die?” Dooku asks you.

“If it is their fate then it will happen, I am not here to change it.” There is a lie but you hope you have covered it well enough.

“When you were brought into me, something was happening to you. What was it?” He presses.

“I was unconscious, you probably have a better idea than I do.” You spit out at him, the memories of what you had seen still playing through your mind. Was any of it real, or just some mind trick working against you? How could you know either way? You look back at the arena to see Padme scale the pillar and unlock the cuffs on her wrists. One of the creatures was climbing up after her. Anakin was using the chain still attached to his wrists to control one of the beasts. Though you knew help was on the way you still couldn’t stop the fear that bubbled inside you for their safety. Padme’s scream caught you off guard, so much worse in real life than on the screen. Blood splattered over the sand as her clothes and flesh tore.

You watch as Padme leaps from the pillar landing on the beast behind Anakin, her hands coming down to hold his waist, Obi-Wan close behind them. That was when you noticed it, the way Padme held Obi-Wan’s leg as he climbed on behind her. It was always a rumour, a theory amongst some fans that they had an affair but could it be true, could this be the beginning of it?

Dooku steps up beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder. One of the separatists growls out his disdain for the actions below them and tells Fett to finish off the Senator.

“Patience, Viceroy, patience she will die.” Dooku grins, his eyes turning back to see the droids rolling into the arena. Your heart threatens to stop or burst out of you, until you feel it. A familiar presence behind you. The purple sabre alights and crosses Jango’s neck. You turn enough to see he and Dooku exchange words whilst still being able to see the arena where hundreds of Jedi appear. Some you had met before and some you had not. Dooku grabbed the collar of your robe and dragged you aside as battle droids appeared in the tunnel. Mace Windu had no time to help you as he began fighting them off. You catch a glimpse below as droids battled against the Jedi. Dooku stands to one side and watches it all unfold, his hand still holding you. As Jango flies off from behind you and into the fight you laugh. Dooku grips your shoulder tighter.

“Say goodbye to your bodyguard, Count.” You snarl at him. Dooku l;eans forward seeing as MAce slices his sabre through the bounty hunter’s neck, removing his head from his body. The Helmet rolled across the floor. The Count lifted his hand and the droids all stopped firing standing to attention. This was it, Yoda would be here soon.

“Master Windu, you have fought gallantly, worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi order. Now it is finished. Surrender and your lives will be spared.”

You look down at them all.

“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!” Mace shouted back to him.

“Then I am sorry old friend.” The grip on your shoulder tightened once more as the heat of the Count’s sabre shot through your stomach. The Droids, each pointed their weapons at the Jedi once more as Anakin screamed up at you. Your legs began to buckle, falling back against Dooku. You see Yoda and the ships full of clones descend before Dooku drags you away from the balcony. Using the force to carry you he drapes your body over a speeder and, holding you against him as it rumbles into life and shoots away from the arena. You lose track of what is happening as he force carries you into a room with a large round holodeck. Slipping in and out of consciousness as he tells the separatists to leave the planet for the time being. Count Dooku stays behind. The ground rumbles as one of the star ships is brought down by the clones and you know a win is coming for the Jedi, but at what cost.

“Try to remember.” You think to yourself.

He has you on the speeder once more, flying through the battlefield.

“It’s Dooku! He has y/n!” Anakin shouts.

“Follow him, Anakin and I can handle this!” Obi-Wan calls to the pilot. Your breathing is beginning to slow. This can’t be how it ends? Surely you haven’t finished what you were sent here to do.

A landing platform comes into view and he drops you to the ground beside the speeder. Dooku speaks with a droid for a moment. Behind you two pairs of footsteps come running in.

“Y/n?” Anakin’s voice is laced with fear. You turn and look up at them.

“Anakin, take him together!” You force every bit of authority you could muster into your voice and he nods to you. The pair circle the Count and the fight begins. You aren’t aware of much that happens until you hear Obi-Wan smack down on the ground, crying out in pain. He is close to you and you can see the blood on his shoulder and leg.

“Anakin!” You call out as Dooku comes in with an attack. He beats down on Anakin’s lightsabre. Mustering every ounce of strength you have you put up your hand and feel Obi-Wan touch your leg.

“Concentrate, feel it flow through you.” his words are a whisper in your mind and you push forward. Dooku’s body flings backwards, his sabre simply clipping Anakin’s chest. Behind him, your green saviour appeared. Anakin stumbled back to you, a hand clamped over the wound on his chest and he pulled you into his arms.

“Master?”

“I’m alright Anakin.” Obi-Wan replies. Anakin holds you to him, resting his hand over your jaw.

“I did it, I did what you asked me to do, but you cannot leave me, y/n. Please don’t.” his tears dripped onto your face. Could you tell him right now about force healing? Break all the continuity of the movies and fix everything?

“I’ll be okay, Anakin.” Your words are forced and you don’t believe any of them.

“Ani!” Padme comes running in, dropping beside you. Obi-Wan pulls himself into a sitting position and you try to wriggle out of Anakin’s grasp. Realising what you are trying to do the young Jedi reluctantly passes you his Master, his bottom lip quivering. Padme instantly pulls him into her and they all begin their movements away from the scene. Dooku having retreated and sped away moments before.

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It is days before you awake again, you are in the healing halls of the Jedi temple on Coruscant. There is a hand beside yours, one finger resting above your own, you look over at who it belongs to. Obi-Wan had fallen asleep in the chair beside your bed. You had to admit in the low light of the room his face was still young and handsome.

“Obi-Wan?” You say softly and he instantly opens his eyes.

“You’re awake? Oh thank goodness. You had us all worried for a long time.” He leans forward, fully taking hold of your hand.

“How long have I been out?” You ask.

“Almost a week. The healers struggled to work on you. For some reason the force would not allow it. They had to use old ancient methods of healing instead of the Force.” Obi-Wan explained.

“Are you okay, and Anakin?”

“Yes, we are fine.”

Your mind caught up with you.

“Does Anakin still have both hands?” you rush out the question, cursing Obi to laugh.

“Yes, little one he has both hands. I assume in the stories he does not.”

“No, Dooku cuts off his right arm.” you admit. “I need to speak to Yoda and Mace.” You try to sit up, feeling the pain in your stomach again. “Whoh.” you pant for a moment. The wound was healed with only a scar left to show you had ever been impaled.

“You still need to rest, y/n. There will be time.” Obi, tried to settle you back against the bed.

“No, there isn’t. The Chancellor has control doesn’t he. I need to stop the war. I won’t let people die, I won’t let you and Anakin get hurt.” You push against him.

“Little one, still yourself. We can get you to them, but slowly. Anakin is off-world taking his trials. I am safe here with you. Do not panic.”

“You don’t understand, if I don’t stop this there will be all out war for years, and then Anakin..he is the chosen one Obi-Wan but he cannot become close to Palpatine.” You had started to cry again. Obi-Wan put his arms around you and hugged you close to him.

“Anakin is the thing you fear isn’t he?” He asks you. All your resolve breaks and you cry into his chest.

“You do not need to tell us anything. Except for when it is relevant. You and I will work to keep Anakin from becoming the evil you fear, but as you say, things must happen in the correct way or our world could fall apart.” He patted your back and rested his chin on your head. “When Anakin returns he is to be given a Padawan of his own. The council believes it will help to ground him. Do we allow it?” he asks you.

“Yes Ahsoka will be wonderful for him, she grounds him very well.” You answer through your sobs. Pulling back from him and looking into his green eyes. “Obi-wan, we have to make sure that Anakin and Padme stay together. There will be children and they must be born. I cannot ruin history by taking them away.”

Obi, screws up his face in thought. “It is not the Jedi way, but if you say it is needed, then we will do what we must.”

You nod.

A healer comes by a few moments later and agrees that you can leave the hospital, but you are to take it easy and do nothing strenuous. Obi-Wan agrees to train you in meditation until Anakin’s return from the trials. It is useful in keeping your emotions in check. It was three days until you saw Anakin again as he approached you, his smile widened and you noticed the lack of his braid. Beside him Mace Windu beamed with pride.

“Master Kenobi, your training has been successful, Anakin passed the trials with a higher ability than we have ever seen. You should both be very proud of him.” It was strange for you to hear Windu speak so highly of Anakin and it made you feel warmth in your chest. A good warmth not the warmth Dooku caused you. Obi patted Anakin on the shoulder and congratulated him before wandering off with Mace. Anakin threw his arms around you and hugged you to him.

“It was wonderful, y/n, just as you said. Master Windu is treating me like a peer not a burden and I passed the trials. I couldn’t have done it without you.” he spun you round and before you or he knew what he was doing he pressed his lips to yours. You push him back and turn away.

“Anakin.” your hand flew to your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..I just-” he cut himself off.

“It’s okay, but you need to keep your promise.” you say keeping a distance between you both.

“I did, she is in love with me. I did it.” he protested, you shake your head.

“Oh Anakin, it is so much more than that. You have to stay with her. It’s imperative that you do. Please. You have to marry her.”

“Marry her? y/n are you mad? I can't, I don't love her!” he took a step closer to you but you retreat by two.

“You have to.”

“Because of stupid stories told about us in your world. If you love the stories so badly why don’t you just go back to your world and listen to them instead of hurting us all?” his face had hardened as he spoke.

“Anakin,” You hold up your hand in a pleading gesture and take another step back, your back hitting the wall.

“No, why did you bother coming here if you’re going to force me into doing exactly what you were here to stop? How can you-” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, “I thought…you are just like everyone else. You don’t belong here, I should just-”

Looking up at him, Anakin toward above you, his hot breath fanned over your face and you felt nothing but fear. Your mind was unable to see anything but the man who would kill so many. All your words caught in your throat. You could no longer hear his words and as he raised his hand you were unsure what he was doing but you flinched back dropping to the floor and covering your face as hot tears fell from your eyes.

Anakin had softened and knelt down beside, taking hold of your shoulders but you could not hear his gentle tone, only the echoing of the mechanical breathing he would one day behold. You scream and push at him, knocking him backward. The commotion had allerted Obi-Wan and Mace back to you. Obi-Wan force pulled you to him, you clutched at his robes body shaking with sobs.

“What happened?” Mace demanded. Anakin shook his head.

“I don’t know.” Anakin answered before turning and running away.

It took almost an hour for Obi to calm you enough for you to explain what had happened. The Jedi Master sat with you pressed to his chest, stroking your hair and shushing you.

By the following day Anakin was standing in Naboo, beside Padme, declaring their love for each other by the lake. R2 and C3-PO behind them. Subtleties

End of part one.

Part two. Please leave comments and interact with this story.

#anakin pov #anakin x reader #anakin fanfic #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #padme amidala

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now-you-sound-like-a-jedi · 3 months

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Star Wars x Classical Mythology

3: Obi-Wan Kenobi as Odysseus

Tell me, Muse, of the man of many devices, driven far astray after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy. Many were the men whose cities he saw and whose minds he learned, and many the woes he suffered in his heart upon the sea, seeking to win his own life and the return of his comrades. Yet even so he did not save his comrades, for all his desire, for through their own blind folly they perished.

- Homer, The Odyssey

Neither Obi-Wan nor Odysseus ever wanted to be soldiers, but when war broke out they had no choice, and subsequently proved themselves invaluable on the battlefield. Both were renowned for their restraint and diplomatic skill, and much like our infamous Negotiator, Odysseus was known for his uncanny ability to talk himself out of (and also, on many occasions, into) trouble.

Odysseus was the smart-mouthed, quick-witted King of Ithaca and a general in the Trojan War. Indeed, like Obi-Wan, who ended the Clone Wars by killing Grievous, Odysseus ended the Trojan War by coming up with the idea for the Trojan Horse.

For both Obi-Wan and Odysseus, most of the biggest problems they faced were on account of a foe they defeated but didn't quite kill, who then enlisted relatives to help them take revenge (yes, I am comparing Maul to a cyclops, sue me). And, like Obi-Wan, Odysseus was the only one out of all the friends and comrades he fought with to survive past the immediate aftermath of the war.

The difference is, Odysseus got to go home. Obi-Wan never did.

Obi-Wan is an Odysseus who made it back to Ithaca to find Penelope and his family dead and his palace burned to the ground.

Obi-Wan is an Odysseus who spent the rest of his life stranded on Ogygia homesick for a place and a people he could never return to.

Bo-Katan Satine

#there's probably another paragraph to be written about parallels between satine/penelope and korkie/telemachus if you are that way inclined #also thinking about some of the songs from the epic musical in regards to obi-wan is fun #like ruthlessness from maul's pov is fun and also the chorus of no longer you but it's the daughter on mortis warning him of what's to come #obi-wan and odysseus just being hated by fate for no good reason #star wars #obi wan kenobi #odysseus

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catboydogma · 8 months

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a dirty business (dreaming)

wc: 1,536

notes: second entry for coday bingo! no sergeants were harmed in the writing of this fic.

summary:

“Not to worry,” Cody said evenly. “Sergeant Wake stopped crying a few meters back. We’re operating at full functionality.” His bucket wasn’t completely empty. He’d brought a pair of medics and a full squad of ARCs and ARFs, leaving Lieutenants Boil and Gregor as in situ battalion commanders. And Howl. Maybe there was a reason to worry after all. “You’re a fuckin’ terror, sir. When you get up there make sure you give the General a piece of your mind for letting his comm die out like that.”

cross-posted to ao3

“Sitrep,” Cody demanded over comms. Boil’s end of the line fuzzed in contemplation.

“’S pissin’ rain, sir,” Boil said at last.

He’d suspected this would happen when he’d promoted Boil for his ability to think creatively under pressure and circumvent standards to play situations to his advantage. The whole lot of his Command Corps were like that. Unfortunately.

“No good trying to make it up that slope for a good look, sir. Last engagement compromised casing integrity on the rock-climbers and the rain’s got all in the engines. We’re sitting nunas ‘till the gunships get here. But—”

Boil’s brief bout of helpfulness died with the next blustery gust of wind. Sheets of rain sliced sideways across the sky for a long moment and frigid water sluiced down the neck of his bodysuit.

“—‘s pissin’ rain. Sir.”

“Astute as ever, Lt.,” Cody said evenly. Visibility was approaching a neat zero with the rain and darkness. The 212th couldn’t afford to tip their hand any more than they already had. Cody was already acting on the conclusion that their base coordinates had been compromised. If not for this damned rain they’d already be moving onward.

Unfortunately, aside from the rain and the predominantly dark rotations resulting from a far-off and geriatric star—aside from the hostile terrain and rockslides and mudslides and sinkholes and the Sith’s own bad luck—their Jedi General had gone and gotten himself stuck halfway up a cliff with a malfunctioning comm unit and a pair of his ARFs.

“The General can find his own way down,” Boil said at last. It sounded like it pained him to say. He was likely right. Still, Cody found himself glancing up at the remainder of the slope he had left, one hand braced against a piton and the other jammed into the cliffside. “We’ll never hear the end of it if half our Command died in a freak rain accident, Commander.”

Ah. The good Lieutenant was feeling helpful again. Cody tested his weight against the piton, then levered his leg up to the next foothold. The rain had made the rock slippery and loosened the grit and pebbles in its various crevices. It was frigid—nearly to freezing temperatures—and Cody’d had to turn his HUD to night vision an hour back. He was soaked to the bone and his toes felt as if they would never be dry again.

All in all, it was a hell of a good time.

Maybe there was a reason to worry after all.

“You’re a fuckin’ terror, sir. When you get up there make sure you give the General a piece of your mind for letting his comm die out like that.”

“I’ll take it under advisement, Lieutenant.” Cody cut the line and grunted with exertion as he heaved himself up the last two meters, relying on the strength of his shoulders and core and digging the fingers of his gauntlets into the cliffside.

The rocky slope leveled out into a slight plateau before climbing into the sky once more. The peak was obscured by the rain and dark and even darker clouds that hung low and heavy in the sky.

What Cody had missed from the bottom of the slope was that there was the jagged mouth of a cave just before the cliff went vertical again—and within the cave, the glow of red emergency light sticks.

Cody had to drop down to one knee and duck his head to get through the opening of the cave, and then it widened right out—his HUD picked out three heat signatures, then Cody was pulling it off so the glow of the light sticks didn’t futz with his night vision.

“Ah, Commander,” Kenobi said cheerfully. His hair was plastered to his skull and his robes were sodden against his torso. He was drenched. And he looked like a drowned tooka. “Excellent timing, as always.”

“General,” Cody said, voice flat. “Lieutenants.”

Kenobi made the particular grimace he did whenever he knew Cody was cross with him, then raised a hand to hide it by stroking his mustache. “In my defense, I only just realized my comm was out of charge. I suspect a bit of rain may have found its way into the casing…”

Behind Kenobi, Waxer—helmet still on, smart trooper—slowly raised his hand and pressed his palm to the front of his visor.

“And you lot?” Cody asked sharply.

Lieutenant Clayton grimaced and held up his helmet. It had a large crack running through the front and the visor was dull and lifeless.

“Thundercrack triggered a bit of a rockslide, sir,” Waxer explained. Clayton was a trooper of few words but he was a damn good officer. “And something in the atmo up here’s got my signal on the fritz.”

As General, Kenobi’s comm would have been the most long-range—and sturdy—of the three of them. Cody made a mental note to see if he could get comms antenna onto one of the General’s spaulders.

“Not much to be done about it now,” Kenobi said decisively. He clasped Cody’s shoulder. He could only feel the pressure of it through his spaulder and bodysuit but he half-fancied he might be able to feel the chill radiating off Kenobi’s white-tipped hands. “I’m glad you decided to come up after us, or we would’ve been quite stranded for the duration of the…”

Cody snagged Kenobi’s wrist and the General’s voice trailed off. He pulled a gauntlet off his with his teeth, then the other, and jammed them both over Kenobi’s hands. Now that he had his gloves off he could feel how cold Kenobi’s hands were—and he didn’t like it one bit.

“No fancy twirling that ‘saber of yours if your hands turn into ice blocks,” Cody bit out. There was a strange roughness in his voice: he blamed the cold for his sore throat and chest. “And I’m warmed up from the climb.”

Kenobi stared at him with his mouth just slightly agape. The shine of rain on his face made him look surreal, like either he or Cody had been caught sleepwalking—dreamlike and distant. “Quite,” he said in a strange and quiet voice.

“Commander!” Wake and co. crowded into the cave—the medics shoved to the front and immediately started headshaking at Clayton’s cracked helmet and the bruise he’d gotten from whatever had cracked his visor—and the chilly tint to Kenobi’s lips and fingernails. “Found ‘em,” the Sergeant said into his helmet comm. To Boil, it was likely.

Cody stepped back. He cleared his throat. He jammed his helmet back onto his head and ignored the way Kenobi was—slowly and thoughtfully—rubbing at his wrists and the backs of his hands. “Lines secure?”

“Ready and waiting,” Wake replied with a brief salute. “Rain’s starting to die down a bit, too.”

“It’ll pass by in a little less than an hour,” Kenobi said mildly. He was still rubbing at his hands—just absently brushing the tips of his fingers back and forth over the ridges of his knuckles hidden by Cody’s gauntlets. “You couldn’t have picked a better time, gentlemen. Shall we?”

Cody felt the welling of his frustration and ire trickle away and die down with each step out of the cave and through the rain. He jammed his bucket down over his head and watched condensation fog up the visor before the temp reg kicked in. There had been a part of him—the part that had gotten him through CC training on Kamino and a ponderous chunk of the war and watching his vode die in droves—that had been calmly and coolly calculating the odds of the General’s survival. In the night. In the frigid and hostile terrain. That part of him had known that the chances of Kenobi and Clayton and Waxer getting injured—crushed in a rock- or mudslide—ambushed by hostiles—were higher than anything so benign as a comm running out of charge or being carelessly left in the pocket of a different robe. It had been calculating what Cody would need to do, had his General fallen somehow: an itemized pre-mourning checklist.

And yet.

Kenobi was a dim silhouette in the dark and rain. He kept his shoulders square and his head up as he slid back into his role as General, heedless of the rain that fell into his face. His borrowed gauntlets weren’t quite the right fit: too short in the fingers and too broad in the palm. But his hands were sure as he clasped Wake’s arm just above the rerebrace and clapped Waxer on the shoulder.

Next time he’d chew his General out for not keeping an eye on his comms like he should. Even as he rappelled back down the cliffside, Cody could only find it in himself to be grateful that there could be a next time.

#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state #commander cody #coday #obi-wan kenobi #lieutenant boil #wake howl and clayton are all my own fellas :)#212th attack battalion #pov commander cody #rescue missions #pre-established relationship or platonic or a secret third thing? who's to say. i shan't!#tcw #the clone wars #tcw fanfic #tcw fanfiction #star wars #clone troopers #ok #that's enough.

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Obiwan wants the twink, anakin is not fully aware he wants the dilf, what's the worst that could happen, anakin impresses padme and there's another city council person who doesn't want the job, they definitely won't be seeing each other again

lmao!!! obi-wan is literally so upset with himself that he wants the twink and anakin is about to spend the next 5 days waking up from various horny and sexually revealing dreams where obi-wan hits the desk but it’s with anakin bent over it etc etc

and then when obi-wan does call him begrudgingly a week later to welcome him aboard the team, anakin resolves to do like the most to make the vein in Obi-wan’s head pop out. he goes to class but he’s busy brainstorming campaign strategies he can convince obi-wan to do via the power of blackmail

he doesn’t even realize it’s been three weeks since he last thought about his hot TA until aayla asks how the whole seduction thing is going and anakin absentmindedly says “you know I think im really close to getting him to slam me up against the wall” and aayla goes what. and anakin goes what. and aayla goes hey actually I just started seeing this psych major, can I bring him in for this conversation? as a little gift for him?

#asks #obikin #body politic au #I was trying to brainstorm names for a sequel which would be a few weeks later from obi-wan’s pov #somethinf like #‘courting the swinger vote’#and it’s just obi-wan getting back at anakin for making him do all these ridiculous spin classes #by hosting a fundraising party and throwing twink anakin to the middle aged married couples

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Phantom Pain

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Warnings: None

Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Grim Kennet (OC)

Relationship(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi & Grim Kennet (OC), Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker

Additional Tags: Post-Rako Hardeen Arc (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Angst With A Happy Ending, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hurt Anakin Skywalker, Hurt Grim Kennet (OC), Obi-Wan Kenobi has PTSD, Grim Kennet has PTSD, Protective Anakin Skywalker

Summary: After returning from faking his death, Grim still acts as if Obi-Wan's dead.

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Obi-Wan had hated going undercover in the way that he did. When he faked his death he knew he hurt everyone that was close to him. They all had to believe his death was real.

Of course, his Padawan knew otherwise. He knew he would have never been able to have fooled Grim. As the Council was making this plan they had considered that there was a high likelihood of her knowing what was happening - however he decided it was best not to tell her anyways. Nobody knew for sure what Grim did or did not know, and didn’t want to risk it on a mission like this.

She had known. Before he had faked his death she had grabbed his wrist and begged him not to go through with the mission. He had to, he had a duty to the Republic and if that meant he had to fake his death and go undercover to protect the Chancellor, then that’s what he would do.

He had managed to convince her to let him go.

His deception had hurt everyone. It was for the safety of the Republic but what had been the cost? Ahsoka was hurt. Anakin was so betrayed that he avoided talking to him but when he did there was anger in his voice - but he didn’t blame him. He knew he had hurt him. Then there was Grim, she acted as if he really was dead. She avoided him, and never spoke a word, never as much acknowledged he was there.

She completely avoided him and cut him off in any way she could.

At least Anakin and Ahsoka talked to him, even if they were upset.

He had asked Master Windu to watch over his Padawan while he was undercover. Of course he was aware that at some point she had gone off with Anakin and Ahsoka instead as he had seen Grim fight Anakin in order to defend him. He wished she hadn’t done that.

After the Chancellor was safe and he was back home, he spoke to Windu about it later. He learned that Grim had apparently snuck out of the Temple at some point and got injured during this outing. According to Grim her injuries had been from ‘failing at parkour’ but Windu shared his suspicions as her injuries had not matched the claim.

Which caused Obi-Wan to wonder what trouble Grim had gotten into while he was “dead”.

Of course he would not get any answers while Grim was avoiding him - and he knew that even if she wasn’t she still would not tell him. She was a very secretive person after all.

He always respected that and never pushed her. He reasoned that Grim had her reasons, she knew so many things about the future, that knowledge could perhaps be dangerous. Sometimes he worried about the future she knew of, and the toll that took on his Padawan. He had only the vaguest of ideas of what it could hold from what she had said. He knew it wasn’t good. If it was then she would not be here, at least she wouldn’t have chosen to. She chose to stay, because she wanted to change things.

The more the war went on, the more Obi-Wan would occasionally wonder what these things were. He knew they were involved with stopping the Sith. He knew the future was bleak. He now knew that apparently he would die in 20 years. He could only guess at the rest.

What concerned him now though, was not this future. He rarely thought about it when he could. Although he knew his Padawan often did. What concerned him now was Grim. What had happened while he was gone?

He wasn’t blind. He noticed the changes. She was more afraid and she was rarely sleeping. She seemed even more restless than usual. He would ask her - he would talk with her, but he knew she wouldn’t tell him.

She was still angry with him over what he did. He didn’t blame her. He had betrayed her, and everyone close to him. She seemed to take it harder than he expected though. Especially because she knew. It was because she knew that she was so hurt.

Because Obi-Wan should have known that she would have known the truth. But he didn’t. He had no idea what Grim knew or didn’t know. Nobody did. She never told anyone anything. He wished she would be more open with him - but he also knew that he had just lied to everyone. So he was in no place to talk.

Grim was training more often, he noticed. She did that a lot when she was stressed or worried about something. Obi-Wan wondered what it was that was bothering her. Although she wouldn’t tell him, he knew that.

He did his best not to be hurt by the way Grim was treating him. He knew that he had hurt her. It was natural for her to be upset with him.

“Grim, may we talk?” He tried one day.

She said nothing. She gave no sign that she had even heard him.

Obi-Wan sighed. “You can’t keep doing this, you know,” he told her.

Again there was no reply. She instead walked away from him completely.

“Tiny still isn’t talking to you?” Anakin asked, walking over to him.

“No, she isn’t,” Obi-Wan sighed. “She acts like I’m a ghost.”

“Well you did pretend to be dead,” he remarked, crossing his arms.

“Anakin, can we not start on this again?” He sighed. “Grim’s silent treatment is enough.”

“Is it though? You really hurt people. Snips was the one that held your ‘dead body’, you know.”

Obi-Wan winced. “I didn’t mean to hurt her in that way.”

“We thought you were dead, what way did you mean to hurt us?”

“Anakin-”

“No. You’re lucky Grim is just giving you the cold shoulder, she’s your current Padawan, and you pretended to die in front of her. You saw your Master get killed in front of you, you should know what that must have felt like for her.”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and tried to force back that memory. “I’m sorry, Anakin,” he said, opening his eyes. There were tears in them now. “I had never meant to-”

“It doesn’t matter what you meant, Master. Grim defended you while you were undercover. She knew you were still alive, somehow. I think she went with me to protect you, even though you hurt her in a terrible way. Despite betraying our trust she defended you, she has every right to avoid you now.”

“I never asked her to defend me.”

“No, but that’s the kind of person she is.” With that Anakin walked away.

Obi-Wan stood there. He didn’t know what to say. Anakin was right.

He decided to give Grim some space for the next few days. He reasoned that she couldn’t stay angry with him forever, and would come around at some point.

At one point he found her while she was training. He stopped for a moment before going to watch her. He was concerned with how she had been lately. Although he had given Grim space he still noticed how exhausted and sometimes even afraid she seemed to be.

She was practicing against one of the more advanced lightsaber training droids. She had been doing an impressive job, and had won each match. She was about to start on her sixth one when he noticed something. He walked over to her. “Padawan, I’d advise against it. You’re going to wear yourself out at this point.” And if she did that she could get hurt.

Once again she refused to acknowledge him. The closest he got to the fact that she had even heard him was the fact she did the direct opposite of what he had said. Instead of just starting another round she set it to the maximum difficulty allowed for a Padawan.

He sat back down with a sigh as she readied herself. If she wouldn’t listen to him, she would just have to learn for herself.

Grim was getting tired out from the back-to-back matches just as he expected. Her movements were slower this time, sweat was dripping down the back of her neck, and her chest rose and fell with her breath, but despite this she still remained focused on the droid.

She did well - at first. Her exhaustion took its toll and eventually the droid defeated her. She stared at the droid for a moment, and she seemed to tremble. Although it didn’t last longer than a moment, for she got back up and dusted herself off before deactivating the droid. Obi-Wan was left to wonder if her reaction had just been his imagination.

Grim left the room without a glance towards him. He stayed there for a little while longer. He didn’t want his Padawan to think he was following her - and really, he wasn’t. After debating for a little bit, he decided to practice against the droid himself.

The following day, when Obi-Wan woke up, Grim was gone. This did not concern him, as she woke up early in the mornings. He supposed she was likely in the Room Of A Thousand Fountains practicing her meditation. That’s where she most often was in the mornings in any case.

He went and ate his breakfast for the day. He had decided not to bother Grim again, as she clearly still wasn’t over what he had done, even if it had been a little over a week ago at this point.

When he was returning to his quarters somebody quite literally walked into him. He stopped suddenly and looked down to see Grim. His eyes went wide, as he noticed the various cuts across her body, and there even seemed to be some faint lightning scars. She covered the left side of her face with her hand as if to hide yet another injury. “Grim, what happened?” He gasped.

She tried to shrug him off as she had been doing since he returned but he blocked her path with his arms crossed. “You can’t keep acting like I’m dead, Grim. And now you’re injured, you’re bleeding even, so tell me, what happened?”

She looked up at him, as if she hadn’t seen him earlier. She kept her face covered, and awkwardly replied, “I jumped out of a window?”

She sounded unsure of herself, and Obi-Wan did not buy it for a second. “You jumped out of a window?” He repeated slowly. “Why were you jumping out of a window?”

She better have a good excuse for that.

“Umm…”

It was clear she did not think of an excuse before she ran into him.

Then - all of the sudden she began to cry. It took the Jedi Master entirely by surprise. “Grim?” He asked worriedly.

Then he noticed something else. He saw what she had been trying to hide. On the left side of her face, running from her jawline all the way up to her nose was a lightsaber scar. He recognized it instantly. What happened? He knew his Padawan - that was not from a training accident.

He hugged Grim. She tensed at the contact at first, and Obi-Wan started to release her, but then she melted in his embrace and returned it. She began to sob into his chest. He held her as she cried. “I’m so sorry, Master, I’ve been so petty, acting like you were dead, and now I’ve been such an idiot.”

“Shh,” He told her, gently soothing his Padawan. “It’s alright Grim, I forgive you. What happened?”

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmered with tears, her hair was a mess, there were small cuts all over her bare skin, and the scar on her face. It was impossible to miss that scar. “I was an idiot, I should listen to you more often.”

He could tell she wouldn’t say more. He let go of her. “We should get you to the healers,” he decided.

She let go of him, and pouted. “Do I have to?” She whined.

“Yes,” he replied, gentle yet firm at the same time.

He didn’t want that lightsaber burn to go untreated.

She didn’t put up a fight, and let him lead her to the Halls Of Healing. He kept an arm wrapped around her back to support her upon noticing how weak she seemed to be. He frowned, wondering what had caused her injuries.

Once Grim was getting cared for by the Healers he left to go tell Anakin and Ahsoka. They might be angry at him for what he had done still, but all of them cared for Grim in their own ways.

“Anakin, Ahsoka,” he said, once he found them. “We need to talk, it’s about Grim.”

“Are you going to try and get us to convince her to talk to you again, Master?” Anakin asked. “Because she won’t do that yet.”

“It’s not about me and Grim, it’s just about her,” he said. “She’s hurt.”

“What?!” Ahsoka exclaimed.

“What happened?” Anakin asked, suddenly very concerned.

“I don’t know, she hasn’t been talking to me. She’s in the Halls Of Healing now, I don’t know how long she’ll be there.”

“...how hurt was she?” Ahsoka asked.

“Badly, but not too badly I don’t think,” he replied. “She said she jumped out of a window, but there’s certainly more to it.”

“What’s Tiny doing jumping out of windows?”

“She didn’t say.”

“We should be there for her when she’s okay,” Ahsoka decided.

Obi-Wan smiled at her. “I agree.”

The three of them waited outside of the Halls Of Healing for Grim to be released. All of them were worried about her, and it seemed that had left little room for Anakin to remain as angry as he had been at his former Master. Although a part of Obi-Wan knew their relationship was never going to be the same again.

When Grim exited, Ahsoka rushed towards her and hugged her. She whispered something to her that Obi-Wan couldn’t hear. Grim hugged her right back and said, “it’s alright Ash, I just had an accident is all.”

Obi-Wan frowned. That was entirely different from what she had told him.

Ahsoka pulled back from her hug and traced Grim’s new scar. She frowned slightly.

Grim laughed nervously. “What, is something wrong? Do you not like it?”

“You shouldn’t have a scar like that at our age.”

“We shouldn’t be commanders at our age, Ash.”

“No, but all we’ve done as Padawans is fight, haven’t we?”

“It certainly seems that way.”

Obi-Wan’s heart broke at their words. Both of them were right, this war had taken their childhood away. They were far too young to have gone through what they have - and Anakin too.

The two Padawans walked back over to them. Anakin put a hand on Grim’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re alright, Tiny, you had us worried,” he told her.

She laughed and smiled at him. “I’m tougher than I look, Skywalker.”

“Yes, I think you’ve proved that many times,” said Obi-Wan. “I’m glad you’re okay, little one.”

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