#obi-wan the moment anakin is back: mine mine bite bite bite mentally of course

[tennessoui]

asdkjgf #1 or maybe #15?? good luck on your papers and one the writers block!!

thank you 🥰 i finished my papers (ish) and yet my writers block persists >:( at least i still have a few more prompts to work through to help 🥰

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 4. 'do you...well, i mean...i could give you a massage?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 6. 'is there a reason you're naked in my bed?' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 38. 'you fainted straight into my arms...if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to got to such extremes.' (LATEST) - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

1. 'Come over here and make me.' (slightly NSFW)

Anakin doesn't know what makes his master get that playful glint in his eyes, but he thinks it's probably for the best that he remain oblivious. Otherwise, he'd be trying to make it happen all the time.

He knows that about himself, knows that when it comes to his master, he wants and wants and wants and never feels satisfied by what he already has. He has so much of Obi-Wan in private, maybe more of the man than anyone ever has been allowed to see before Anakin, definitely more of the man than anyone has ever been allowed to possess. So he knows that logically, he should be satisfied with what he has of his master, satisfied with the other man's sweet nothings and constant affections when they're in the privacy of their quarters or the silence of hyperspace.

But he loves when Obi-Wan looks at him like this, eyes heated and crinkled up with the force of his smile. He loves Obi-Wan always, all variations of him of course, but he especially loves him like this. Loose-limbed and, well.

The only word Anakin can think of is arrogant.

His master looks arrogant as he leans back in his Council seat, legs parted at a mouth-watering angle and eyes pinned on Anakin with enough heat that he's a bit worried he'll spontaneously combust beneath his gaze.

The training bond between them, illicitly never severed and incredibly important to keep secret, is alight with activity. As if Obi-Wan has forgotten how important it is to be secretive.

Or as if Obi-Wan knows and has decided, temporarily, that he doesn't care.

The smile narrows, turns into a smirk, and his master shifts in his seat, leaning against one arm rest and resting his chin on his fist.

The bond hums, and Anakin's mind is suddenly filled with a new picture. Himself, sinking to his knees in the middle of the Council chamber and crawling across the floor to push in between the triangle of his master's spread thighs.

The room is suddenly incredibly hot. Uncomfortably so. Anakin is sure he's blushing. No, Anakin sure he's burning up.

"Knight Skywalker?" Master Fisto prompts, tilting his head and studying him curiously. "Your report, if you please."

"Apologies," Anakin chokes out, trying to block his side of the bond so that he may keep his wits about him. Obi-Wan's smug amusement and arrogance grow deeper, sharper. "I fear traveling so far has tired me unduly."

"You look sun-flushed," his master points out, blinking innocently back at him even as he pushes a memory across their bond: Anakin, shortly before he'd departed on his mission, sprawled across Obi-Wan's lap with his ass upturned and smacked violently red, like a preemptive punishment of sorts.

His master will never admit to his own possessive behavior, but he always gets a certain kind of...jealous in the days leading up to missions Anakin takes to Naboo.

Usually Anakin relishes in it, in the tangible proof that his master cares, craves, and claims him.

But right now, it's bordering on obscene.

"The mission went well," he reports with as steady a voice as he can manage. He'd rehearsed the script during the trip back, as uncomfortable to step in front of the Council has he's always been.

His mind fills with a textured, soundless image of Anakin riding Obi-Wan, hands wrapped tight around his master's throat. Not an uncommon position, though they've certainly never kriffed in Obi-Wan's Council seat.

Master, stop that--please-- he pushes the thought across their bond, along with his embarrassment, desperation, and arousal. I can't think, stop, I need to--

In the room, across from him in his circle, his master blinks cooly back at him. A picture of Jedi perfection. Not even a hair out of place.

And yet--

Come over here and make me, Obi-Wan pushes back to him across their bond, paired with the same image as before, of Anakin crawling to him on his knees. Climbing up into his lap and giving in to him--giving over to him.

Master, please, Anakin begs as he feels his cock harden further in his pants. Even the presence of Grandmaster Yoda can't stop his body from responding to Obi-Wan's mental touch.

The bond flares open wider at his desperation. Wider than Obi-Wan seems to have planned because a thought of his master's slips through this time to accompany the pornography.

Mine, his master thinks as if his own control is frayed and close to snapping in two. My boy.

Yours, yes, still, always, Anakin sends back, lightning fast. "Uh, sorry," he says out loud when he notices how much time has passed. "The Naboo queen was able to successfully negotiate the fleet's movements through the sector."

The bond between them freezes, pictures halting, thank the Force. Then his master slams up his mental shields, cutting Anakin off from his mind completely.

Anakin has to bite his lip so he doesn't give into the urge to gawp at the gall of the other man, who looks as unaffected as he did ten minutes ago when the torture started.

He realizes a second later that Master Fisto has asked him another question. "I'm sorry?" he says, turning to look at the Jedi Master.

"Please pay attention, Knight Skywalker," Obi-Wan drawls. "I know you must have a lot on your mind, but the Council's time is important."

Anakin flushes and decides that if he makes it out of this mission debrief alive, he is going to kill Obi-Wan. Really and truly this time. He's going to get the man on his cock and then he's going to squeeze his neck and he's going to throttle him and he's really, actually not going to stop this time.

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Any prompt you want. I just want some Padme and Obi-wan friendship (yes, I’m aware these are angst prompts. I don’t care)

Hello my friend! Here's my final prompt fill from this round! Thanks for the prompt! //prompts now closed

Here ya go!

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“You cannot possibly go like this.”

“Yes, I can,” Anakin says, panting slightly.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow at Anakin, standing over his former apprentice as he leans heavily over the toilet bowl. Anakin groans and allows his body to fall back against the wall.

With a concerned “hmm,” Obi-Wan crouches down beside Anakin and places a palm on his forehead. The younger Jedi pulls back but is unable to elude Obi-Wan for long. He is concerned but not surprised by the heat that greets his palm. Sweaty hair tangles in Obi-Wan’s fingers as he tries to smooth it back. His concern deepens when Anakin stops resisting his touch.

“Oh, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says, slipping into the old title like it’s muscle memory. He grabs a damp towel and dabs it at Anakin’s sweaty forehead. “This isn’t good.”

Shivers course through Anakin’s whole body and his cheeks are flushed pink with fever.

“I can still go, M’ster,” Anakin says, though it comes out as more of a whine than an assurance. “Please, Obi-Wan. I can’t disappoint Pa– Senator Amidala.”

“Anakin, you can’t even stand up without keeling over,” Obi-Wan says. “How do you think you’re going to last through a whole senatorial ball?”

“I can stand,” Anakin pouts. As if to demonstrate his point, Anakin climbs to shaky feet. “See? I’m st–”

Anakin sways and his knees buckle. Obi-Wan takes a heavy step forward and grabs a hold of Anakin before he can collapse again.

“You were saying?”

“Shudup.”

Anakin’s face is pressed into Obi-Wan’s chest and he sags into him.

“Come on,” Obi-Wan says. “Let’s get you to bed and out of that suit. You won’t be wearing it tonight I’m afraid.”

“But Padmé…”

“I’m sure Senator Amidala will do just fine for a night,” Obi-Wan reassures, dragging Anakin down the hallway.

“She’s gonna be all ‘lone,” Anakin slurs, and Obi-Wan can feel guilt and disappointment clouding Anakin’s Force presence.

“She’s a very strong woman, Anakin, she’ll manage.”

“But I promised,” Anakin whines.

“She’ll forgive you, she’s very kind,” Obi-Wan says.

“I know,” Anakin says wistfully. “She’s just the best.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. “Come now, Anakin, let’s get you in bed before you say something I’m going to have to pretend to forget.”

“Kay,” Anakin says, too delirious to truly catch Obi-Wan’s meaning.

Like any good Master would, Obi-Wan helps Anakin out of his fancy suit and provides him with fresh, soft tunics to sleep in.

“Get in bed,” Obi-Wan commands, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be right back.”

Anakin grumbles but slides under his sheets.

Shaking his head, Obi-Wan heads to the kitchen and pours some tea he made shortly before he found Anakin hurling his guts out. It was still warm, but not scalding — perfect for Anakin who has an impatient streak a mile wide.

He returns to Anakin’s room to find him with half-closed eyes and an arm wrapped tightly around his abdomen.

“Drink this,” Obi-Wan says, handing the tea over to Anakin. “It will settle your stomach.”

“What about Padmé?” Anakin says again.

Obi-Wan frowns. He does feel bad that Padmé will be left without a date to the senatorial ball. He glances over to the chair where he draped Anakin’s tie and groans internally. Obi-Wan hates senatorial balls.

But he cares about Anakin and he cares about Padmé.

With a long-suffering sigh, Obi-Wan pulls out his commlink.

“Master Kenobi?” Padmé answers. Her expression is passive, but her voice betrays her confusion. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything is fine, Senator, but I’m afraid there has been a change of plans.”

***

A gentle knock at the door tells Obi-Wan his date for the night has arrived to pick him up.

“Hello, Master Kenobi.”

The young senator is radiant in her evening gown. Fine lace patterns web over the length of her slender arms, but cut off at her shoulders, leaving them bare. The rest of the gown, a solid, navy blue, cascades down her body just as a waterfall might plunge from a mountainside. She is a dazzling sight and Obi-Wan thanks the stars that Anakin is asleep in his bed and not out here attempting to prove his healthiness. If illness didn’t make Anakin fall at her feet, this dress would certainly do the trick.

“Thank you for meeting me here,” Obi-Wan says. “It is not the most chivalrous thing, but I’m afraid I was short on time.”

“What you’re doing is chivalrous enough, Master Kenobi,” Padmé says. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course, I did. I could not possibly let you get stood up, especially by a Padawan of mine.”

Padmé giggles. “It’s hardly his fault.”

“Oh, I know, but giving him a hard time is much more fun than giving him my pity,” Obi-Wan says. “Give me one moment, Senator. I just need to find… ah, here it is.” Obi-Wan grabs the tie he had thrown haphazardly on the kitchen counter while he was getting ready.

He had rushed to throw together an outfit that would be acceptable for the ball and was pleased to find that his blue coat coordinated quite well with Padmé’s gown.

The tie is made of a silky material and his fingers fumble with the unfamiliar article of clothing. Qui-Gon taught him how to do this a long time ago. Now if only he could remember which way to pull…

“Let me,” Padmé says gently.

“Pardon?”

“You’re hopeless. Let me do it.” Padmé strides over to him and takes each side of the tie in either hand.

“I assure you, Senator, I am perfectly capable–” Obi-Wan starts as he tries to grab hold of the tie again. Padmé bats his hand away.

“Stop that,” she says. He squirms backward but she grabs hold of his shoulder to pull him back. “Hold still, would you?”

Obi-Wan sighs in defeat and allows Padmé to finish the knot. She carefully tucks the tie under his collar and she brushes her hands over his shoulders. “There. You look dashing.”

He smiles softly at her. “Thank you, Padmé. You look quite beautiful yourself.”

She bows her head graciously.

“Where is Anakin?”

His smile tightens into a grimace. “He’s asleep. I hope he stays that way. I gave him something for the nausea in hopes that it will help him sleep.”

Obi-Wan can sense her conflicting emotions in the Force and he already knows what she is going to ask.

“Are you sure he will be okay by himself?”

“He should be fine for a few hours. If not, he knows I will have my comm on me, though I anticipate we’ll be back before he wakes. Unless, of course, this is not the stuffy senatorial ball I was promised?”

“I’m afraid it is the stuffy senatorial ball you were promised.”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan says, extending an arm for Padmé to link hers around. “Let’s get on with it shall we?”

***

“You’re a good dancer,” Padmé observes.

“You don’t need to sound so surprised,” Obi-Wan says, before twirling her around. Her dress splays out, its flared edges brush his legs.

“I’m not,” she says. “I suppose it’s a Jedi thing?”

Obi-Wan laughs at the mental image of Yoda dancing at a senatorial ball. “It is hardly a Jedi thing.”

“Anakin is a good dancer too,” Padmé argues.

“And pray tell, who do you think taught him?”

“Fair enough,” Padmé concedes and then she laughs.

“Something funny?”

“No, it’s just… I’m picturing you teaching a teenaged Anakin how to dance.”

“Yes, looking back it was probably quite amusing. It was less funny in the moment when he managed to step on all of my toes.”

Padmé laughs even more and the musical cadence of it blends in with the song the band is playing.

“So, Master Kenobi,” Padmé says. “Who taught you to dance. I’m having a hard time picturing Qui-Gon doing it.”

“That would be because he didn’t teach me,” Obi-Wan says.

“Then who did?”

Obi-Wan thinks back to a time long ago — to two kids and a Jedi master on the run. Blonde tresses and the gleam of beskar. Long nights under star-speckled skies.

“An old friend,” he says.

“Your friend did a good job.”

“She was a good teacher — stubborn and willful — but a good teacher nonetheless.”

One song ends and another begins.

Obi-Wan and Padmé continue their dance through the magnificent ballroom, their steps falling perfectly in time with the music and with each other.

“Thank you again for doing this. I know this kind of thing isn’t… well… your thing.”

“All things considered, being in good company certainly makes it more tolerable,” Obi-Wan says.

“Oh, only ‘tolerable’?” Padmé says with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe after another glass of champagne, it will verge into enjoyable.”

Padmé grins brightly as he spins her around again. On beat with the music, she steps back perfectly into place, one hand in his, the other on his shoulder.

“You’re a good friend, Obi-Wan,” Padmé says. “To me and to Anakin.”

“Thank you, Senator. You’re a good friend too.” He pauses, but then adds on, “to me and to Anakin.”

Padmé bites her lip and averts her gaze. “Do you think he’s okay?”

Obi-Wan feels the tension in her body as she asks the question and he can tell she has been wanting to ask it for some time. Her worry clouds the Force, but he parses through it to poke at the bond he shares with Anakin.

“He’s fine,” Obi-Wan reassures. Padmé’s shoulders remain rigid. “I would be able to sense if he were not. He’s fine, Padmé.”

Padmé relaxes at his words and returns to gently swaying with the rhythm. They move together, perfectly in sync with one another.

Only a few heartbeats more, and the song finds its end. Obi-Wan bows to Padmé and she inclines her head in polite acknowledgment.

“Another dance?” he asks.

“Maybe in a little while. Let’s see about getting you that glass of champagne first, shall we?”

“You read my mind, Senator.”

Arm in arm, they walk together laughing and smiling — not as a Jedi and a senator, but as two friends enjoying the simple pleasure of one another’s company.

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I’d like to ask if you could write for Obi wan x padawan!Reader where reader of jealous of Satine and keeps acting up when she’s near Obi Wan, but it ends in fluff or smut whichever you see fit? I love your writing sm I hope this made sense 🥺❤️

Okay so I tweaked to Former!Padawan Reader because I have a weird feeling about Master/Padawan relationships when they’re currently in those positions.

You were sick to your stomach watching them interact. You knew you were both assigned to protect the Duchess on her trip, but you hadn’t expected to see her flirt so much with Master Kenobi. Her position on pacifism was admired, especially since the Jedi of old were peace keepers, but the way she handled her system was appalling to you. Her people were stifled and forced to conform. What your former Master had seen in her was a mystery to you. The fact that he played along with her, matching wits constantly made you wonder why you were even here. You noticed the Duchess getting a little too close to Obi-Wan, resting her hand on his arm. Without thinking, you flicked your wrist and her wine glass toppled, spilling in her lap. Biting your lip to keep from laughing, you watched as the Duchess stuttered and excused herself to change.

Obi-Wan’s gaze flicked to you. “Control yourself.”

Your eyes widened. “Are you sure I’m the one you should be saying that to, Master? Take a look at the two of you before you judge me.”

You pushed back from the table and stalked off to the door.

“And where are you going?” he asked. “Our job is to guard the Duchess.”

“You seem to be more than capable of it yourself. Although, you do have to remind yourself that guard does not mean fall in love with,” you shot over your shoulder as the door closed behind you, separating you in more ways than one.

Why did you care? you kept asking yourself. It wasn’t like Obi-Wan was yours. Sure, he had been your Master for years before, but not now. Not for a while, now. Yet, that didn’t mean that your heart hadn’t leaped when the Council informed you of your latest assignment. That was, until you set foot on the ship and saw how he and the Duchess carried on. You felt like a third wheel and that irked you. Obi-Wan had more in common with you than her. Yet, he never looked at you the way he looked at her. As you made your way back to your cabin, you realized that it was jealousy. You were jealous of the Duchess of Mandalore. Jealous that she was receiving the affection that you had been craving for years. Jealous that she didn’t even have to work for it like you did. You knew they had history, but so did the two of you. With a sigh, you slumped back onto your bed and closed your eyes, falling into a meditative trance.

While you were in your mental happy place, you felt someone stroke your face, bringing you hurtling back to reality. You sat up quickly, knocking foreheads with Obi-Wan.

“Careful, Padawan,” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead.

“Sorry, Master,” you replied, regaining your bearings. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be guarding the Duchess?”

“I secured her in her room for the night,” he replied.

“Well, that sounds kinky,” you teased, but the smile didn’t meet your eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” he sighed. “I know I haven’t seen you in years, but I didn’t remember you being this much of a...”

“This much of a what?” you challenged, eyes ablaze.

“A brat,” he replied.

Your eyes widened. “I’m not a brat!”

“Says the one who just dumped wine on a Duchess,” he replied.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t making goo-goo eyes at her,” you retorted.

“Goo-goo eyes?” he asked incredulously, getting closer.

“I said what I said!” You said, leaning your face in.

His eyes flashed for a moment. You knew you were getting under his skin, just like old times. “Watch your mouth, Padawan.”

“I’d rather watch your mouth on mine,” you blurted.

His eyes widened in shock and you took the opportunity to kiss him. He was stunned for a minute, but then he started to kiss back, much to your surprise.

You pulled back in shock. “You kissed back?”

“It was an impulse,” he shrugged.

“Do it again,” you asked.

He sighed, “That’s not a great idea.”

“Neither is hitting on a Duchess. Seems like you’re just full of not great ideas these days,” you replied. “You know me better than you know her, Obi-Wan.”

“You’re jealous,” he murmured in realization. 

“I guess I am,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about,” he said, taking your hand.

Your eyes snapped up to his. He’d never called you that before. It was always ‘Padawan’, keeping you at arm’s length.

“And why’s that?” you murmured.

“Because you’re amazing in your own right. You’re beautiful, smart, incredibly skilled. I may be protecting the Duchess, but you’re the one person I trust explicitly to have my back. That’s why I asked for you,” he replied.

“You asked for me?” you replied, brow furrowing.

“Of course. They gave me a choice of Anakin, but I wanted you,” he replied with a smirk.

His word choice hit you. He wanted you. Your eyes searched his. “You can’t just say that to me.”

“Why not?” he asked softly, brushing hair out of your face.

“Because I want you, Obi-Wan,” you murmured. 

“I gathered that when you kissed me, Darling,” he said softly.

“You kissed back.”

“I did.”

“Because you want me, too,” you replied. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. “But, the Duchess-”

“Is an old friend, nothing more. It’s easy to fall back into old patterns with old friends,” he said gently, leaning down to run his nose along your jaw before gently kissing your neck.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “If she’s an old friend, then what does that make us?”

“Darling, what we were doesn’t matter, what matters is what we could be,” he replied, nipping your ear. You were melting into him, sliding your hands into his hair.

“What can we be, Obi-Wan?” you moaned as his hands pulled you into his lap and you felt his hardness beneath you.

“We could be lovers,” he smiled, looking up at you adoringly.

“We can’t do that,” you replied, shaking your head, thinking of the Code.

“We should be lovers, and that’s a fact,” he grinned.

You hated when he grinned like that. It always followed a perfectly terrible idea that he was going to go through with even though it was terrible. But, this time you welcomed it. Teasingly, you ground against him, earning you a moan.

“Though, nothing will keep us together,” you replied. In fact, the code would actively pull you apart.

“We could steal time, just for one day,” he murmured, looking up at you. Gently, you leaned down and kissed him again. It was a softer kiss than before, but it meant more because it was the beginning of something. His hands cupped your face as you lean him back onto the bed, forgetting all about the Duchess. She didn't matter. All that mattered right now were the two of you, exploring the relationship you’d always wanted to grow into with him. You dominated him for once, and he followed your instructions touching you where you wanted, moving how you needed so that both of you experienced sheer bliss. Lips nipped here and there, marking each other since you no longer had titles that tied you explicitly to each other. After you both came down from your highs, you laid in each other’s arms under the sheets. He kissed your forehead as you snuggled into him.

“I will always love you,” he murmured.

“I can’t help falling in love with you,” you replied, kissing him briefly.

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My dear apprentice - Anakin!Skywalker x fem!reader - chapter 4

(Y/n)'s pov

"Cut low!"

...

"Your grip is too loose."

"See what you did there? You left me an open area."

"Too slow!"

...

"You're not maintaining distance!"

"It's block, thrust, then avoid. Not the other way around!"

"Get up on your feet again! Your enemy wouldn't wait for you to recover!"

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"Let's call it quits. We're not going to make any further progress when you're in this state anyway."

Breathe. I can't breathe.

Pain. I can't feel my leg.

I feel nauseous.

He's absolutely crazy. A sadist, that's what he is!

"I'm aware it is your first time, but even as a beginner, you should be able to at least find ONE mistake in my moves and take advantage of that. I gave you several to spot out."

I hate you. You're a danger to all students and to society. You should be locked in a cave for everyone's safety if you call this training.

"Though, I am much impressed by your patience and strength. Not every student I've sparred with is able to take an ass-whooping  for three hours straight."

So there's more of you're victims, huh? Where are they now these days? In the freezer or dumped in a bush behind an old building?

"You're insane!" I spit out with a muffled growl, forcing my arms to bear my body into what would feel like an upright sitting position, though all I feel right now is pain. With blurry vision, I rub my eyes hazily and glare forwards the tall shape of my tormentor from my spot on the floor.

And how did I end up on the floor? I don't even remember. I must have fallen or fainted and then gained back consciousness right after. All I feel is the numbness of my legs, my arms crying out in terror and the bruises aching and pounding on my outer things, hips, shoulders and back.

He did not hold back like he promised he would. He just went straight onto beating me and commanding me on how to defend myself. He whammed my back like it was nothing and hit me in my sides like he actually tried to cut through. A few hits to the back of my head made me lose my focus and at that point, I was unable to gain anything from his commands.

Now, I am a beginner. But I know damn well that you don't need to thrust that hard because of the extreme heat radiating from the lightsaber. So why is he trying to break my bones with a plain stick when he could do much worse with any other weapon available in this room?

"No, you're not listening to what I'm saying. I need to slap enough information into your thick skull for you to be able survive an ambush at our temple or while out on the streets. That's why you learn the basics at the very start of your training. Now I have teach you from the very beginning within an unknown time limit that could go on forever or end out of nowhere. As my padawan, you're a great target for anyone out to hurt me or you."

He keeps on lecturing me like this each hour but my ears has stopped listening for some reason. My brain just doesn't process what he says. Though I'm not saying no to a little peace and quiet.

"I am able to defend myself, just not against you. Yet. Besides, You're not one of the best swordsmen to walk this path only to be killed off out of nowhere. Aren't you supposed to defend me until I am able to wield a lightsaber, anyway? I don't think we're in that much of a danger."

I exclaim, closing my eyes in order to block out the blurry shapes around me. Excessive problems is the last I need.

All I need right now is a shower, some food and sleep.

I'm so tired...

"You think that's the case? What would you say if someone came barging in and struck me down right in front of you, right this moment?" He asks and I can feel him crouching down to my level, making his way to my side and leaning his face close to mine.

The slight movements in the air and the smell of pine trees and freshly shed rain wash over me like a waterfall gives it away. He's close, but his voice is irritated and short.

"Thank you." I mumble, my voice fading away as the aching in my head reminds me of the recent three hours of torture.

Anakin scoffs and immediately moves away from me, getting up on his feet and turning to the door as I open my eyes again.

"Very funny. I'm gonna take a shower and head to the dining room after. Meet me there in an hour." He snarls and picks his staff back up, reaching out a hand for the door and opening it quickly.

"Anakin?" I ask and bite my lip, folding out the wrinkles on my tunic as gaze towards the boy with the golden locks.

"What?"

Simple and short. He doesn't want to talk to me. Or be near me at all, for the moment. I guess it has something to do with hunger since he seems eager to have dinner.

"... Where are the women's showering rooms?"

He sighs and lets the door slide open a bit wider. A silent invitation.

"Get up and I'll show you."

*Time skip after shower*

I'm so hungry. My stomach is growling at me like it had gone days since the last meal.

With a sigh and a few cuss words I position myself in front of the full size mirror hung on the wall beside the end of my bed. Light fingertips carefully travel along with the series of bruises on my skin, revealing more and more of them the further up the oversized shirt I put on.

Turns out, the so called friends of mine forgot or simply ignored packing any kind of warm clothing with thick fabric. So now I'm left with only uncomfortable ridiculous lingerie and thin, armless tops to wear.

I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm cold and about to punch the first person to walk closer than three meters near me. I'm tired of my master, angry that he doesn't seem to take my needs into consideration in his training methods, upset that he find it so easy to blow a clean hit with his staff without holding back, seemingly without feeling any kind of guilt for causing me pain. I'm sad that he has these unreasonable high expectations about me that I couldn't possibly reach up to at my first day of training, mad that I'm stuck with limited, embarrassing clothing that I have absolutely no use for as a Jedi anyway.

But most of all right now, I am frustrated about the temperature of the nights in Coruscant this season. The ridiculously cold nights leaves every bedroom, every hallway and every household feeling like it's mid-season winter. The chilly air has spread to my very core and I have nothing warm to put on.

The only option left is to...

Screw it.

I don't have the consciousness to care at this point. He will just have to suck it up and accept it.

*Time skip to dinner time*

With a large plate of food and another growl from my stomach, I position myself at a round table where my master and Obi wan are eating their dinner already. Of course they didn't wait for me, what did I expect?

Both the men look up to greet me but freezes in their action with their mouth slightly widened in surprise. Obi wan turns his head slightly to Anakin with a raised eyebrow, to which Anakin responds with an aggressive shoulder shrug, hands up in defense.

Do they really have to make such a deal out of it? I'm just cold...

I sit down unto the remaining chair with a bounce.

Ouch. Shouldn't have done that.

A list of cuss words enter my lips until I've emptied out my entire vocabulary as a sharp pain shoot up from my behind and through the rest of my body. That damn training session.

And why are they so surprised. Well of course I stole the only available warm piece of clothing at my reach; a worn out white tunic with long sleeves and a collar. From Anakin's drawer.

"Why... that's mine-"

"Shut up! Don't you think I know that?" I hiss, teeth blared and a wild look displaying in my eyes.

That successfully makes Anakin stop mid-sentence and pull his hands down under the table, tilting his head with a confronting glare.

"Then why are you-" Obi wan attempts to ask but just like Anakin, gets cut off with a snarl and a hush.

"If you would just let me talk, please. So, some bimbos called my friends from back home asked me last week if they could be the ones packing my stuff and ship it to the temple as an act of kindness to relieve the stress I've been feeling lately. Of course they took the opportunity to mess with me and only send thin, shoulder less tops for me to wear. And on top of that, a bunch of yucky lingerie that look like it belongs to a prostitute. Therefore I'm stuck with uncomfortable underwear and fabric as thin as paper for me to wear. And long story short, I'm cold. And I have non fucks to give."

Putting his tea cup to his lips, Obi wan lets out a chuckle before taking a sip.

"Man, I hate when that happens. I would be furious at my friends."

Anakin grins all of a sudden and speaks up to his former master.

"Don't be silly, master. You don't have any friends."

I sigh dramatically at the two of them and dive into the mountain of food in front of me. As they're almost done with their own plates I feel like I should hurry. I don't want to keep them waiting impatiently anyway. I can't take more of Anakin's shit.

"Then what are you?" Obi wan replies as he cuts up a strange looking fruit and inspects it with confusion written all over his face.

"I'm your daughter, of course. We've been through this several times already."

"Oh, right. I keep forgetting."

An entire conversation I couldn't possibly recap later on or even understand right now takes on as I eat, very word more meaningless than the previous ones.

... What?

Are they...

I can't find anything fitting to say. I don't know how to respond mentally either. I can only stare in silence.

What are they talking about? Is this their way of joking?

As if like the whole thing was scripted, already planned out before I got here, the two men look up at me with a causal expression and speaks up in unison.

"What?"

I shake my head and finish the last piece of food on my plate.

"Nevermind... Come to our dorm when you're done eating, Master Skywalker. I'm going to call it a day."

I wave Obi wan a silent good night and get up off the table. Tired and numb legs cause me to not put my feet where I wish them to be and the chair hooks onto my ankle.

Please, not now. I can't stand anymore!

I stumble out of the room clumsily and quickly leave with a deep frown as the loud laughter of one Anakin Skywalker, echoes out through the corridors and into the silent night.

// another chapter done and I just feel like every sentence made the story worse and worse throughout the entire chapter. I'm always exhausted towards the end since I write at night and I can only do no more than laugh at my struggles🤘 Idk Next chapter might arrive a lot later since I had such trouble writing this one. <3

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