#there was nothing they could do. from the moment he ignited his lightsaber it became obvious that they were going to die

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Ohhh, could I beg for 6 for the ask game? :D

But of course. As requested, a small excerpt from a WIP. (Sorry, not from the Sith AU 😁)

It's a section from the third part of the "Butterfly Effect". I've been tinkering with it for over a year, but somehow the story has gotten completely out of control... ...

Smiling, Plagueis picked up the scalpel that Sifo-Dyas had cut himself with a few moments ago. He held it up to the light and looked at it for a moment. Some blood was still on it.

"Interesting creatures, these Midichloriana, aren't they?" the Sith continued in a conversational tone. As if they were sitting together having a nice little chat. "They are a part of the Force and a part of reality. Allow us to influence its energy. Do you know what else they can do?"

Sifo didn't know and didn't want to know. (A fact the Sith was completely indifferent to).

He continued calmly: "I have conducted various experiments in recent years and have achieved some remarkable results. These few drops of your blood, for example, are enough to give me access to your Midichloriana and thus access to your Essence. Remarkable, isn't it?"

Remarkable? Sy became dizzy. Remarkably disturbing was more like it. He didn't need a mirror to notice how his face lost all color. Time to end this. Igniting his sword, he moved into an attack stance.

"Oh, don't. How impolite of you." Plagueis shook his head in amusement, adopting the posture of a crèche master who had caught his charges in a harmless prank. "Do me the pleasure of taking part in a little demonstration."

The Force tugged warningly at his consciousness, but he had no time to act before

Plaguei's fingers closed around the medical blade. Nothing happened for a moment, but then the temperature plummeted even further. The cold crept into his body on invisible spider legs. It seemed to carry nettle poison with it, causing his nerves to flare up. It burned, it hurt. Tears ran down his face.

"This process is not very pleasant, as you can see." The Muun watched pitilessly as his opponent collapsed to his knees. "... and you don't need this anymore, Master Dyas."

To Sifo's horror, his lightsaber twitched and strode towards Damask. What had been his trusted and loyal companion since childhood was changing. The kyber crystal's harmony was changing. This could not be! Dissonances made the hilt vibrate, intensifying the pain in his hand, making his skin clammy with the effort of holding the saber.

Sy was barely able to hold on to it as his trembling body began to strive forward. An invisible power pulled and tugged at him, demanding that he bow down, crawl on all fours to his new master.

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[jasmines-library]

Not All Is Lost - Chapter One

GN!Reader (No Y/N used currently) Summary: As a survivor of order 66, you join Cere on the Mantis to rescue a Jedi seen in a force vision. As you struggle with your own Force connection, you agree to help Cal reach the Vault on Bogano.

Warnings: Violence, Flashbacks, PTSD?, Death (nothing out of canon), Not properly beta read (struggling with the darkside, but more about that in future chapters hehe)

Word count: 2.1K (it's going to get longer I promise)

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You could feel the darkness radiating as you circled Bracca. The rain thundered down obscuring your vision, but you could still make out the distinct glow of a saber. You could feel it. It had been a while since you had seen one belonging to someone other than an Inquisitor. You watched as it danced, striking against a much more experienced red blade. Someone spoke out to you as you watched with a cautious eye making your way over to the hatch as it hissed open, muffled by the sound of blaster fire from The Mantis. As you drew nearer you could feel the anger. The hatred. Cere called out to the Jedi as he limped towards the ship. As the smoke from the attack cleared the red saber hummed back to life and the intimidating figure of the Second Sister stalked towards the ship, her face hidden by her mask, much like the way your hood hung low over your face. You had more similarities than most people would think. You felt the cool metal of your hilt as your hand hovered above it. Your body itched for you to snatch it up and attack, but you couldn’t. Not again. Breaking out of your shellshock, you yanked the jedi into the ship and slammed your hand on the control panel as Cere began to fire, her shots easily parried. When the Second Sister began to sprint towards you all, her lightsaber in full motion, the darkness became almost overwhelming. As the door closed, she launched herself towards it, striking out with her lightsaber. A scolding gash appeared across the metal on the inside of the ship as Cere and the red-haired Jedi made their way to the front on the ship where a Latero was violently steering trying to throw the Second Sister off the cockpit window. You closed your eyes tight and tried to drown out the thoughts that began to creep into your head. You barely noticed as the ship made the jump to hyperspace. The Jedi, still panicked, kept his saber ignited until Greez hastily told him to put it down. 

“Thanks for the help,” He said as they all made their way to the open space around the holotable where you were still gathering your thoughts. They slowly left as you escaped Bracca. “Who are you people?” He asked. 

“My name is Cere Junda, and this is my captain, Greez Dritus,” She turned to you as pulled down your hood, your hair wild underneath it, “And this is-”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before your name spilled from his mouth, you smiled softly at him and your resolve faded away. 

“Cal Kestis,”  You had known Cal when you were both padawans. Although you weren’t extremely close, it was incredibly relieving to know he had survived the purge, “I didn’t know it was you we’d find here…”

You were much quieter than he remembered. He looked at you, confused for a moment before returning to his cautious state, “Who was that back there,”

“An Imperial Inquisitor,” Cere answered, venom filling her tone, “ She’s a force user hunting Jedi survivors. And now that she knows who you are…” 

“She will not stop until she destroys you,” you finished.

“How do you know so much? And why’d you help me,”

Cere cast you a glance, “Because it’s happened before. You have them to thank,”

“The force sent me a vision of a Jedi on Bracca. I knew they needed help, I just didn’t know who it was or what from…” Your voice trailed off and your eyes found the floor. You had always been strong with the force. Even from a young age, it was why you were able to see things not many people could, sense little things in people that might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. It was a useful skill, but it came at a price. And now, after the purge your connection was frazzled. 

“They told us what to do and we began to make our move. We track Imperial communications too. We heard the Inquisitors were heading to Bracca so that solidified it,”

“Oh yeah?” He cast a sceptical glance over the three of you. Despite knowing you when you were a youngling, there was no evidence to say you weren’t working with the empire, “What’s the bounty on Jedi these anyway?”

Raising one of his four arms, Greez pointed to Cal, disgust laced on his features, “There’s gratitude for you,”

“Look, I get it. You’ve been surviving on your own for so long that it’s impossible to trust anyone. It’s what’s kept you alive for so long. But this is about something bigger than just surviving. So please, for Maker’s sake,” You lifted your eyes from the floor to meet his gaze, “trust us. Trust me,”

“Bigger than what?” Cal stumbled over his words.

“Like rebuilding the Jedi Order,”

He took a step forward, “You three?,” He raised his eyes, unbelieving “anyone else?”

“Oh? We’re not good enough for you?” Greez said in his usual sarcastic manner. 

“The Jedi Council?” Kestis pressed. 

Mourning the loss of your master, who once stood on the council, you spoke, “They’re gone,”

Cal let out a soft sigh as the hope faded from his face, “So we’re all you’ve got?”

The room was encased in silence for a moment. An uncomfortable silence. 

“Captain, set a course for Bogano,” Cere and Greez headed towards the cockpit, leaving you alone with Cal. 

“Try and get some rest. You’re safe. For now.” As you turned to leave, he grabbed your arm, pulling you to face him. His face was kind yet pained and through his signature you could tell he was mourning the recent loss of a friend.

“What happened?” he asked softly. You furrowed your brow, “To Master Plo?”

Freezing for a moment, you turned away from him pulling away from his grip on your wrist. 

“Get some rest, Cal.”

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`Sitting on the edge of your bed, you ran your hands slowly through your hair and let out a shaky breath. Tears rolled down your cheeks. Cal meant well, you knew that but you weren’t prepared for his question. You pressed your back against the sheets as your eyes wandered the ceiling, your mind suffocated by deep thoughts. As the ship hurtled towards Bogano, you eventually managed to drift off, only to find your sleep plagued by memories. 

Blaster fire filled the air as you tossed and turned through the skies of Cato Neimoidia, your starship weaving in and out of the suspended cites as you dodged enemy fighters. Despite the efforts, the CIS forces had not been defeated. You and your Master had been sent with a battalion of clones to patrol the air as Cere Junda and her padawan Trilla covered the ground. The blinking of your com alerted you to answer the incoming call on your dash. 

“I’m all ears, Master Plo,” You said as he materialised in front of you. He was speaking but you couldn’t make out anything from the warbled panic coming through the holo. Pinching your face in concern, you tried to reestablish the connection, “Master?”

Your ship was hit by a rogue bolt from one of the clones behind you and you veered to the side. 

“My padawan…” He began “I am afraid we have been turned against. I am afraid to say that both our Jedi order and the republic are falling… You must leave-”

Another hit. This time to one of your engines. Your ship went spiralling out of control, the alarms blaring loudly as it plummeted towards one of the buildings. Grunting, you pulled it up, “Master!” You could see him now, a trail of smoke pluming from the back of his ship, you raced towards him.  

“You must listen, my padawan!” Plo Koon broke through the coms, desperate to reach you, “You must leave!” you watched as he struggled to keep his ship in the air. You watched the killing blow was delivered, his ship nose diving downwards.  

“May the Force be with you, my padawan, always and forever,”

“MASTER!” you cried out, but were cut off by a deadly blow of your own, your starship rapidly descending to join your master’s. For a moment, there was just nothing. Just numbness. But that soon faded and you were encased with a searing pain and a high pitched ringing in your ears. Then soft hands, panicked green eyes and dark hair and finally; darkness. 

***

Curiously, you watched as Cal picked up Cere’s hallikset. It was old and round but nevertheless a pretty instrument. You had heard it played many times during your time on The Mantis. His fingers brushed effortlessly as he played, his face contorted with concentration as you hummed softly to the familiar tune. When he finished, Cere spoke up from her place at the top of the stairs. 

“That song… I wrote it. Years ago…”

Sudden realisation crossed you “You touch and witness the events connected to it. You feel its history.”

Cal placed the instrument back down “It’s an echo in the force from the object,” 

“Not many Jedi have that skill,” Cere sat down between the both of you on the sofa. She was right.

“How do you know that? Did they tell you?”

“I was once a Jedi. But not anymore.”

Cal seemed to study her closer, taking everything in . Cere was a great jedi and you longed to see her in action again, yet you knew she had her own reasons for cutting herself off from the force, much like you had your own. 

“Do I know you?” He finally asked.

“No, but I knew your master, Jaro Tapal,” Cere shook her head as she took your hand in her own “And theirs once, too. They were true guardians of the Republic.”

“He was a hero…Listen…” He took a breath, unsure how to word what he was about to confess, “Something happened to me during the purge. I survived…but my connection to the force was damaged. When I meditate, if I let my guard down. I lose control. It’s like I’m back in that moment when-”

“You survived, Cal.”

There was a long pause. 

“And you’re not alone. Not anymore,” You told him, “I struggle a similar way you do. My connection with the force…everything seems so… out of place. Uncontrollable. Overwhelming almost. But we can work through this, together,”

Greez’s voice broke through in crackles over the intercom “We’re coming up on our destination,”

You headed towards the cockpit as you left hyperspace, landing on the grassy planet of Bogano. As Cere and Cal exited The Mantis, you followed closely behind them, revelling at the temple that stood before you. It was tall and ornate, overgrown with time . It reminded you of one of the Jedi temples. You had heard many stories about it from Cere, however this was your first time seeing it in person. There was something different about the atmosphere on the planet too. Something you couldn’t quite place no matter how hard you tried to. 

Cere smiled “This is Bogano. A Jedi I knew discovered it before the purge. You won’t find it on any maps.”

“The Empire doesn’t know this place exists?”

“No.”

“So what’s the plan? Hide out here?”

“No. We’re done hiding,” You told him. 

“You see that structure over there?” Cere points to the temple, “I believe that Vault holds the key to rebuilding the Jedi Order. But it requires two people who are strong in the force to pass its tests,”

“And since you’re not a Jedi anymore, that’s why you both need me,”

You nodded as she continued, “I know you don’t trust us, and we’re not really sure if we trust you. But we have a common enemy. And a common cause. I’ll share more of our plan when we reach the vault. But until then, there's someone here I think you should meet,” She turned and began to walk back into the ship before calling, “May the Force be with you,”

“I guess we’re looking for another Jedi then…” Cal turned to you, “But if there’s one already here, then why does Cere need me?”

“Cere works in mysterious ways. Ones that I still don’t understand. I have just learnt to trust her as you should,” You began to walk towards the vault, but Cal remained still,” Well? Are you coming?”

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19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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I'll See You Again, I Promise [Din Djarin x Reader]

!! SPOILERS FOR THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 2 FINALE. DISCRETION ADVISED. !!

Author's note: Spoilers for the Season 2 finale of the Mandalorian. Just like last time, I wrote this in three hours. The episode literally came out three hours ago. I'm so thankful for how many people liked my one shot based around last week's episode— and as promised, this is a continuation of this week's episode (the season finale). You don't have to read the previous part in order to understand this, but if you wish to read it you can find it here.

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When you saw Din return, holding the child in one hand, and the ancient Mandalorian weapon in the other hand, relief washed over you. Your whole body deflated and you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding in.

"Where are the others?" Din asked, his voice gruff as he pushed a binded Moff Gideon to the ground. You gasped when your eyes met with the ex-ISB officer who you knew had given Din so much trauma and hurt. There was a dark and menacing glint in his eyes that you could see right through.

"With Boba on the ship. They didn't think you'd come back," you admitted sheepishly, biting your lip as you cautiously looked back up at Din. "But I believed in you." You desperately tried to search through his visor and locate his brown eyes.

You wanted to cry; your little family had been restored. Grogu had been rescued. You were once more a clan of three. And now, things could be different. You had seen the beauty that was hidden beneath the beskar. You had seen Din for who he really was. You imagined starting a new life with him and the Child, far far away and out of any danger. You could be happy. Of course, you had to deal with Moff Gideon first.

You took a step closer to Din, breaking any remaining distance and placing a hand on his chest. "I'm so glad you're safe." Din revealed with a shaky exhale as you caressed the child. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into his arms and tell him how much you loved him, how proud you were. Grogu was so lucky to have a father as loving as Din.

"We can leave now," you smiled weakly. "We can be free. Go to the lake county on Naboo and start a new life. Live in peace." You had half forgotten Moff Gideon was even there. You just wanted to live in the moment with Din. All you could see was the love of your life holding his child. Everything else in your peripheral vision was a blur. It didn't matter.

"How cute," Moff Gideon's lips curled into a snarl. "The Mandalorian has a lover? What an unexpected twist of events." Din knocked Gideon to the ground the second those malicious words left his mouth, leaving him doubled over and grumbling in pain.

"We don't have time to stick around, we have to go." Din told you, grabbing your hand and interlocking his gloved fingers with yours. You were ready. You were so ready to leave this life behind and be with Din and Grogu forever. It was the happily ever after you knew Din deserved more than anyone else in the galaxy. Before the blast doors could open, the nav system began to beep hysterically, illustrating that a single light Starfighter was boarding the same Imperial cruiser you and your little family were on.

"It's an X-Wing…" you were rendered speechless. Din considered who it might have been. Had Cara comm’d the New Republic from the ship? If so, why was it only just one fighter? Could it have been the likes of Trapper Wolf who had granted Din a favour back when he encountered trouble on the ice planet of Maldo Kreis? Din was truly clueless.

Grogu began to coo and shuffle around, prompting Din to carefully place his son on the floor. Grogu waddled over to you by the terminal, gargling and pointing his finger up at one of the screens. "What is it buddy?" you asked, leaning down and picking up Grogu. Grogu guided you to the CCTV where you saw a cloaked figure emerge from the X-Wing and ignite a lightsaber. Your heart stopped. "Din…" you said nervously, your grip tightening around Grogu defensively. "You might want to see this."

Din approached the small screen and looked closely. "A Jedi?" he asked, although it almost sounded rhetorical. He looked back at Grogu who was already staring up at him. "Did you… did you bring him here?" Din asked the child, his voice breaking slightly. Grogu made a small and indistinguishable noise in response.

"No," you placed a hand on Din's shoulder with comfort. "No, Grogu wouldn't…" you reassured him.

"The seeing stone," Din deadpanned, his gaze not tearing from his son once. He remembered Ahsoka Tano's words. "Grogu reached out with the force and if a Jedi felt his presence, they'd come looking for him," Din turned to you, his body stiff and his voice shallow. "And they've come."

Your lips parted slightly as you turned back to the screen, watching as the mysterious figure roamed through the halls of the Imperial cruiser. Part of you deep down knew that Din was right. It was the only plausable explanation, but that didn't mean you wanted it to happen. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were found.

"Din, let's go," you said with teary eyes, feeling your anxiety bubble up in your stomach. "Please Din? Can we just go."

Din clenched his fingers into a fist. "No." he said sternly, his voice returning back to being gruff and modulated. He was doing what he always did when fear consumed him. He'd shut himself out and go into hunter/protector mode. He'd become the fighter he was trained to be since he was just a young boy.

"Din." you hated the way his name fell from your tongue, sounding needy and desperate, but you were just as afraid. You didn't want to stay any longer. You had what you needed; Din and the child. You didn't need anything else. You could go now.

Din picked up Grogu and nursed him in his arms, holding him close to his chest. Just like always, Grogu curled up into his father, taking comfort in feeling his beating heart, learning the true feeling of unconditional familial love.

The blast doors shot open and the cloaked figure entered the room. Your fingers dropped to the blaster in your holster as he approached you both. The man put his lightsaber away, signifying surrender, and pulled down his hood, revealing himself. He looked slightly older than you, with pale skin with mousy brown hair. He looked like he had seen a lot in his lifetime.

"Are you a Jedi?" Din asked eventually, breaking the silence through the need of confirmation.

"Yes, my name is Luke Skywalker," he introduced with a small nod. You recognised that name… Skywalker, perhaps from old tales, the likes of myths and folk stories. You didn't spend long contemplating the mystery man's identity. There were more pressing matters at hand and so you opted to brush it off completely. "I have come for the child," Luke announced and Grogu turned from Din, his ears cocking at the mention of him and looked at the man with curiosity. "Hello little one." Luke smiled.

Grogu cooed in response before turning back to his father with big pleading eyes. "He doesn't want to go with you." Din gulped, his heart aching. There was no way to be sure, Din could never know exactly what Grogu wanted. But he was aware of the bond he had with his son, now more than ever he was aware. He knew that there was no way his son would want to leave him. Din loved Grogu. Din loved Grogu with every inch of his being.

"He wants your permission." Luke explained, and Din turned back to look at the little green bean in his arms. His… permission? "He is incredibly strong with the force and without learning how to utiIize his powers he can become a danger to those around him… and a danger to himself. It's important that he understands the nature of the power he possesses."

Luke's words became a blundered fuzz in the back of your mind. This was Grogu— this was Din's little boy. When Din looked into Grogu's eyes, he saw nothing but memories. From the pair of them sipping spotchka, to chasing frogs and playing in the hull of the Razor Crest, everything just felt so distant. Din took a deep breath, his finger softly brushing against Grogu's cheek.

"Hey go on… he's one of your kind," Din winced at his own words. One of your kind— something the Armourer had implanted in Din's head all those months ago. "I'll see you again. I promise."

You felt your heart shatter in your chest. This… wasn't meant to happen. It wasn't meant to end up like this. You wanted to speak, you wanted to say something and put a stop to this absurdity. You knew better than anyone that Din needed Grogu and Grogu needed Din. It felt like your throat had closed up, like you could hardly breathe. All you could do was stand there and watch it play out.

Grogu reached up with a small wail, his green claw tracing the curves and ridges of Din's beskar helmet.

Din knew exactly what his son wanted, and right now, Din was certain he wanted it too. Just for once, he wanted to look at his son with his own eyes. Not the eyes blinded by his visor blade, Din wanted the child to know his face. Recognise him. With a hiss and a click, Din removed his helmet. You swore your heart stopped upon seeing him again. Brown eyes, but this time they were glazed with tears and there was nothing you could do about it.

Grogu reached back up and rested his claw over Din's jaw. Subconsciously, Din leaned his cheek into Grogu's hand, never wanting to pull away from his touch. His heart was broken beyond repair.

"All right pal," Din rasped. "It's time to go." He didn't want this. He couldn't do this. But he had to. He had to be strong for his son. He had to be a good father. "Don't be afraid." Was Din's final words to his son.

He placed Grogu down carefully and nodded towards Luke, accepting his fate. Grogu clutched onto Din's leg, not wanting to let go. His little mind was racing with wonder— why can't his daddy come with him? Why must he go alone? The erratic beeps of a white and blue astromech droid were what eventually tore the curious child from his father. Grogu waddled towards the droid and Luke picked him up.

No matter how hard he tried, Din couldn't seem to swallow the lump in his throat. Everything Din had done so far had led up to the moment, and he wanted to curse himself for letting it affect him this much. He should've been prepared. It's just, he really didn't think this would happen. He really didn't think Grogu would want to leave.

He didn't blame the child of course. He could never blame the child. He just wished he understood. Just before the doors to the elevator closed, Luke spoke up. Unfazed, unbroken. "May the force be with you." he wished. Din ignored the comment. It meant nothing to him. Nothing meant anything anymore. No meaning, no purpose. Luke tapped the key that would shut the doors and Din offered his son once last nod, trying his hardest to break out an impossible smile. When the doors finally closed, Din let out a choked sob and fell to his knees.

You sprinted over to Din, kneeling down and pulling him into you. He cried, hot salty tears falling from his brown eyes and dripping down his face. You pulled his head into your lap and smoothed out his hair trying your hardest to lull him. But you couldn't. You couldn't even bring yourself to comfort him. Your shoulders curled in and you fell limp, whimpering into his hair. You felt completely broken. Grogu was like a son to you, and you cherished him so very much. You couldn't even imagine how Din was feeling.

His little family was no more but he knew that Grogu was going to go on to do bigger and better things. No matter what, Grogu was going to make Din proud.

[winchesterxxi]

Us Women (Luke Skywalker x Reader)

Rating: G (General Audience)

Type: Fluff

Request: “Could you please write a Luke x Reader in chapter 16 of The Mandalorian, where she’s a Jedi master along with Luke and they’re like married, and they walk in after kicking some dark trooper ass, and after a moment she’s like ‘did you girls do that to the storm troopers?’ And they’re like ‘uhh yeah’ and readers like ‘way to go, girl power! Kicking some storm trooper ass.’ And Luke’s like ‘y/n wtf’ and she’s like ‘well it’s true 😒’ and as they’re leaving to get into the elevator she’s like ‘they really did kick ass’ 🥺🥺”

Word Count: 1.1k 

Warnings: Two Jedi Masters married, one sporting Chanel boots and the other being a witty badass, ahhhh the couple dynamics.

A/N: Short but sweet??? Comedic relief???

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Following suit behind your husband, Luke Skywalker, the both of you step out of the X-Wing you managed to cram into behind his seat. You insisted in coming along with him to pick up a force-sensitive being that ignited a signal of danger, but you were no pilot, so squishing yourself into the ship was the only viable solution.

“My back is killing me.” you grunt, stretching your body as soon as your feet hit the ground, audibly cracking your back.

“If you knew how to fly...” Luke starts trying to remind you of the amount of times he had to go around in his X-Wing with you squished in it, and the amount of times, he has offered to teach you.

“I’ve told you, I am scarred.” you remind him, dusting off the sides of your mahogany-colored cloak, while he looks around for any possible threats.

“Then stop complaining.” 

“You’re an asshole.”

“Then why did you marry me?...” his words die down at the end of the phrase as he is standing a few feet ahead of you, looking to the side.

“Maybe I had a concussi-...”Finally stepping to his side your eyes meet what he had been looking at. About 50 stormtroopers laid dead in front of you in a pattern that lead into the a hallway with an elevator at it’s very end.

“That’s... a lot of troopers.” You state, already impressed with whoever might’ve dared to pull such an amazing stunt.

“Yeah but it’s not all of them.” he muttered before turning to face you. “Do you feel it too?” he asked you, referring to the continuous danger message that you were still getting from whoever was emitting it.

“Yeah.” you nod, holding a strong grip on the hilt of your lightsaber, still deactivated.

Both of you run for the elevator and it is quick to open its doors as you step inside, and the higher the transport went, the louder a banging noise was. Looking to your husband for a reassuring loo, which you find, you both nod and get into fighting stance, your orange blade and his green one, surging from the hilt, ready to strike whoever came in your way.

Once the doors open, you are faced with around 20 troopers that you’d never seen before. These were pitch black and, as it became very obviously to you very quickly, no human stood inside of them.

Luke steps in front of you, striking the first troopers that came in his direction and you quickly take a quick stride to his side, as you connect back to back, making for a more efficient stand against the troopers.

To your surprise, they put up less of a fight than what you were expecting, both of your light sabers efficiently striking them across the chest and head, them falling limp to the floor.

You both step over the scraps of mechanical bodies scattered across the ground and head towards what feels like the source of the force you have been feeling for the past half an hour.

Before you could even reach the sliding doors, they open, making the smoke that was emanating from the blacktroopers swirl around both you and Luke as he steps into the room.

“Dramatic little shit.” you whisper under your breath, completely unaware that he heard and was sporting a momentarily smirk across his lips under the cloak’s hood.

Stepping into the main room you are presented with three women in fighting costume, the man you knew to be Moff Guideon by one of them, on the floor, handcuffed and what you assumed to be a Mandalorian next to a creature that radiated the force. Your brows lifted in amazement. How could such a tiny creature, and as you could see, still so weak with the force, have reached you and Luke all the way across the galaxy.

“Are you Jedis?” The Mandalorian’s modulated voice questions.

“We are.” Luke states before spotting the child and extending his hand out to him. “Come, little one.”

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” The Mandalorian snaps.

“He wants your permission. He is strong with the Force - but talent without training is nothing.” your husband calmly explains.

“We will give our lives to protect the Child.” you assure the man in beskar “But he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.”

The Child coos at The Mandalorian who turns in his direction, cradling him into his arms.

“Hey, go on. That’s who you belong with. Their the same as your kind. I’ll see you again. I promise.” the child makes a small sound, before reaching for The Mandalorian’s helmet with his tiny hands and, as if understanding his request, the man lifts his own helmet off his head.

His eyes were wet and tears slid down his cheeks. You knew it wasn’t common for those of his clan to take of their helmets and you understood this to be a private moment. Unlike Luke, who was just staring at them, eagerly waiting for the man to hand over the child to your care. 

“Did you girls do that to the stromtroopers back there?” you ask the women standing at the back of the room, trying to avert the attention away from the moment unfolding next to you.

“Unmh... yeah?!” the one with red hair answers.

“Nice!” you smile at them.

“Y/N.” Luke scolds you, always trying to be the professional one. But you were having too much fun.

“It’s true.” you exclaim, eyeing him “Ah, come on, admit they kicked some ass.”

“You girls did well.” he agrees, nodding in a cordial way in their direction.

“Nah ah, not enough hype.” you scold him, whisking your finger in his direction.

“Y/N-”

“Say it.” 

“You girls...” he trails off looking at you in a I can’t believe you’re making me do this way “kicked some ass.”

They both smile at you in a flattered but quiet thanks as they did not want to disrupt the moment unfolding in front of you between The Mandalorian and the little kid that was about to join you.

The man finally lets the child down and he wobbles his way across to you, and you crouch down picking up the adorable creature that was doing uppy-arms at you.

“May the Force be with you.”  Luke bows, before turning and walking away towards the elevator, you following behind with the child in your arms, who was looking back and waving at the protector he just left.

After the doors close, a smirk finds its way to your lips, a normal reminder of how you loved to tease your husband.

“They really did kick ass.”

“You’re not gonna let this die, are you?”

“Nope.”

[sonderwalker]

Could I ask for Mare Frigoris for Anakin? Thank you!! Congrats on 1K followers!

Hi anon! thank you so much for the ask! (✿◡‿◡) from these prompts!

here's your space fun fact: Mare Frigoris is Latin for Sea of Cold, and is a lunar sea in the northern hemisphere of the moon.

click here to read this prompt fill with Anakin and Obi-Wan

Mare Frigoris- [Anakin] gets hypothermia

The mission had gone in the the worst direction imaginable. First, Obi-Wan and Anakin quickly found themselves outnumbered against the hoard of bounty hunters that surrounded them, and the last thing he remembered doing was telling Anakin to get down, before there was the familiar sensation of being stunned and then nothing at all.

The first thing that Obi-Wan realized when he woke up was that his head hurt. Well, everything hurt, but there was a special kind of headache that came with being stunned that Obi-Wan didn't particularly care for.

The second thing he noticed was that his hands and feet were not bound, but he was trapped in some kind of cell. It was dark, cold, damp and the air smelled like salt. The cell he was in had a steady rocking motion, up and down, that only seemed to exasperate his headache.

If he had to guess, he would have assumed that they were on some kind of ship. But not a space ship, a sea bearing ship, and by the looks of it, they had been placed in the brig.

Obi-Wan bit his lip as he looked down at Anakin, hoping that he had finally grown out of being seasick. There was no way they were going to be able to get out of this situation with Anakin needing to turn around and throw up every few minutes.

A weak groan startled him out of his thoughts, and Obi-Wan looked over to his side to watch as Anakin slowly pushed himself up off of the clammy ground, looking at his surroundings with eyes that were almost closed, but widened when he looked at Obi-Wan.

"Where are we?" Anakin asked as his voice cracked and he sat up, crossing his legs and leaning forward, placing his elbows on his thighs as he looked at Obi-Wan.

"In the brig of a ship, it seems," Obi-Wan replied, the sarcasm falling flat as he looked around at their surroundings. Above him was a window, carved out of the metal that the brig was made out of where light was streaming in.

But it was far to high for either of them to reach. And too small for either of them to crawl out of.

"What's our plan?" Anakin asked as he looked up at the window as well, before looking back down at Obi-Wan with a frown.

"We wait." Obi-Wan replied simply and Anakin groaned.

But soon enough, although neither of them were sure how much time had passed, they heard footsteps coming closer. Obi-Wan looked at Anakin, nodding his head and placing a finger over his lips before they stood on either side of the door, waiting to ambush the person who was coming.

They made quick work of it, and before the bounty hunter who came to check on them- a young chiss girl- could say anything, she was unconscious on the floor, her blaster in Anakin's right hand as he picked it up from the floor.

The boat rocked with a particularity hard motion, and the two of them stumbled, leaning against the wall for support.

"Please tell me you've grown out of being seasick," Obi-Wan said desperately as he looked at Anakin.

"We're gonna find out soon enough," Anakin replied with a shrug.

They quickly made their way through the lower levels of the ship, towards the deck and were soon met with an onslaught of blaster fire. Diving in opposite directions, Obi-Wan and Anakin each dove behind a set of crates for cover, wincing as several shots were too close for comfort.

"What's the plan?" Obi-Wan shouted over the blaster fire and Anakin looked back at him, eyes wild, the wind from the sea tossing his curls all around his head.

"We get out lightsabers and get out of here!" He shouted back.

Fortunately, Obi-Wan could see where their sabers were. Clipped onto the belt of the bounty hunter who stood at the center of the group that was shooting at them. His face was masked, but he wore what appeared to be a slimmed down version of Mandalorian armor.

That didn't comfort Obi-Wan in the slightest.

Using the Force, he reached out, despite the blaster fire, and summoned both his blade and Anakin's, tossing Anakin's blade to him once it reached his other hand.

Anakin caught it with a smirk and ignited it, then the two of them rushed forward, disarming as many of the bounty members as they could.

"Abandon ship!" One of them shouted over the commotion.

"The Republic is sending reinforcements!"

Anakin and Obi-Wan looked up in unison, sharing a smile that was short lived.

Explosions rocked the ship as the crewmates rushed to destroy any other evidence that they had- and there was several. Obi-Wan had seen several spice crates in the lower decks, and it seemed as though the bounty hunters of this ship were intent on not being caught red handed.

Which meant that they were going down with the ship as well.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan shouted, but there was another explosion that blew him back, and almost into the water, separating him from Anakin.

Now, the deck was on fire, and Obi-Wan knew that despite the frigid temperatures of the water, he would have a better chance of survival if he dove down and swam towards the shore. He looked around one last time, through the smoke and the haze, but didn't see Anakin at all.

And then he jumped into the water, the shock from the cold making him gasp in shock. He relied on years of training to force his body to keep moving.

He needed to find Anakin.

Obi-Wan swam around, shouting for Anakin until his voice was hoarse and his body was tired. But he kept looking, looking and searching until he saw what appeared to be Anakin's arm, snagged onto a piece of scrap metal that was slowly sinking.

He swore and rushed forward, yanking Anakin's arm free and pulling him up from under the waves.

"No, no, no, no," Obi-Wan muttered as he shook Anakin's shoulders, treading water with his legs. Anakin's body was cold, his lips blue, and he wasn't moving.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan yelled in desperation, tilting his head and Anakin's eyes fluttered open with a gasp as he moved around to cough up the sea water that he had inhaled.

Obi-Wan winced as he heard Anakin cough and gag, looking out for something in the distance that he could use to support both of them, since he couldn't keep treading water like this for much longer.

He looked back at Anakin, who was now turned away from him, throwing up whatever else was left in his stomach.

"Finished?" Obi-Wan asked softly and Anakin nodded before turning around to look at Obi-Wan. Through the layers that Anakin wore, he could feel that he was trembling harshly. Obi-Wan could hear his teeth chattering and frowned.

For those moments where he had been swimming around, Anakin had been trapped, still, and under the water. Which meant that his body temperature had probably dropped, and there was probably still water in his lungs.

Obi-Wan looked around again. The shore was far- but not too far, and he could hear the roar of the gunships in the distance. The republic was looking for them, that was for sure. He looked back at Anakin, who was still pale and still shaking.

"Do you think you can swim?" Obi-Wan asked, knowing that they didn't have much of a choice. Anakin nodded anyway, and pulled himself away from Obi-Wan.

The two of them began to swim, the waves and the wind hitting their faces, making them numb. Obi-Wan tried to keep up a conversation with Anakin, to keep him distracted, to keep him talking, but his responses became smaller and smaller, until they were just small noises of agreement.

They had been moving slower and slower too, and Obi-Wan would turn around to see that Anakin seemed to look worse and worse with each passing moment, and the shore didn't seem to be getting any closer.

"Obi-Wan," Anakin groaned, and Obi-Wan turned around to hear more harsh coughing and then retching coming from Anakin.

He bit his lip. He thought that Anakin would have gotten rid of all of the salt water that he had swallowed at this point, but he seemed to be wrong. And Anakin seemed to be needing to stop more frequently.

"Here," Obi-Wan said as he grabbed Anakin's arm and pulled him forward, helping him swim.

But by the time the water was shallow enough for them to walk in, Obi-Wan was practically dragging Anakin towards the shore. Anakin wasn't shivering anymore, but his breathing was ragged, and his coughing was so harsh that each fit made Obi-Wan wince. When they collapsed on the beach, Obi-Wan relished in how the warm sun hit his skin, but the peaceful moment was interrupted by Anakin dry heaving again.

"You don't have anything left," Obi-Wan muttered softly as he rubbed soothing circles on Anakin's back.

He looked up again, and saw the gunships in the distance. They were getting closer, but Anakin was getting worse. He had collapsed into the sand, his eyes closed and his body trembling. His teeth chattered viciously, and Obi-Wan watched as Anakin curled up as tightly as he could, his hair sticking to his face.

"Help will be coming soon," Obi-Wan whispered soothingly as a shiver went down his spine as well.

Anakin coughed harshly in response.

[the-lady-of-stars]

In Another Life

Fives x Jedi ! Reader

Requested by: @marvel-starwars-nerd​ and an anon (I combined your prompts, hope thats okay!)  “I don’t want this to end” and “Whatever you do don’t cry, because if you cry I’ll start crying too”

A/N: Sorry in advance, troopers.

A traitor to the Republic. That’s what they’d called him. They had said that Fives was conspiring against them, accusing the Kaminoans of planting chips in the clones’ brains to control them.

The chip, which Fives had broken protocol to remove from Tup, was called an ‘inhibitor chip’ by the Kaminoans. Something to keep them from adopting Fett’s strong will and violence. Fives insisted otherwise, leading you to this very moment on the lower levels of Coruscant.

With Anakin and Rex by your side you slowly edged into the darkened warehouse, calling out for Fives as you went. The lightsaber ignited in your hands was merely standard protocol. You knew that Fives would never hurt you, but the Republic branding him as a dangerous individual meant you had to keep up the act. The excuse of Fives being your boyfriend wasn’t exactly something that could be put on the reports.

The deeper you went into the building, the more you could sense him. The force signiature coming off of Fives was something you would normally bask in and draw peace from, but not today. He radiated nothing but fear, anger and mistrust, still not showing himself to you and your companions. The boys all knew about the relationship between you and Fives. He wasn’t quite the most secretive man in the galaxy, and had the tendency to brag.

Anakin, clearly sensing the pure worry and unease radiating from you, sent you a reasurring look, although it never met his eyes.

“Fives,” you called out, trying to pinpoint his location. “It’s okay, we’re not here to hurt you. Just come out, everything will be okay.”

“Thank you, thank you for trusting me,” Fives’ voice echoed through the crate-filled warehouse, making it hard to figure out where it had come from. The three of you span slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the rogue trooper. His voice was shaky, the notes wavering in his throat. “Have you come without troops?” He insisted, too nervous to keep his fear hidden.

“We have,” Anakin reassured, voice steady so as not to startle Fives.

“Put down your weapons then!” Fives sounded frantic, like a loth cat cornered by hungry varactyls. You felt your heart twist at the notion that your own boyfriend felt the need to defend himself against you, his brother and his friend.

Anakin, casting aside emotion to stick to military protocol, denied Fives’ request, still slightly on edge about his accusations about the Jedi and the chips.

“Please sir, please- I’m unarmed,” Fives pleaded. You turned to find Rex and Anakin both with expressions of sorrow that matched your own.

With a nod, Anakin sheathed his saber, and Rex set his pistols down on a nearby crate. You copied them, attaching your saber to its hilt at your belt.

“What are we here for, Fives?” Anakin pressed, knowing that every moment they wasted was a moment the Coruscant Guard gained on them, and he knew they wouldn’t be as willing to accomodate.

“I need your help,” he called, desperation thick in his words.

Anakin reassured the trooper that he was here to help, telling Fives that he understood he ‘wasn’t well.’ Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say, as Fives suddenly became upset, voice raising.

“I’m not crazy! Please- just hear what I have to say,” he begged, voice growing clearer, allowing you to pinpoint him behind two stacks of crates.

With one last shared look, the three of you drew closer to Fives’ location. Before you could reach him, Fives entrapped you all in a ray shield, then finally emerged once he knew you couldn’t harm him.

Anakin, knowing this wouldn’t do Fives any good once the Coruscant Guard arrived, slammed his fist against the shield in anger. He already knew how low the chances were for his friend, the Kaminoans were fond of reconditioning for even the slightest misbehaviour, but this would only serve to make things ten times worse.

“I just need you to listen to me,” Fives reassured, raising his empty hands to show that he meant no harm. “Please!” he cried out.

“I’m not really sure we have any other choice!” Anakin snapped, worry for Fives turning into anger due to his lack of control in the situation.

Fives’ voice broke, almost whimpering as he yelled “I was framed- because I know the truth! The truth about a plot- a massive deception!”

Fives’ body was shaking, arms restless as he panicked, pacing fearfully, clutching his head and tensing his fists. He looked wildly overwhelmed, almost in pain at how he couldn’t get anyone to believe him.

“There’s a sinister plot,” he shouted, “in the works, against the Jedi! I have proof of it! I can prove- that everything that I know is true beyond a shadow of a doubt!”

“Fives, please-” you tried to speak calmly but you were nearly in tears over seeing your Fives like this, your voice trembling. His eyes raced from side to side, peeled wide in terror, desperation in every breath he took.

Anakin interrupted you, voice stern. “Show me the evidence.”

Fives dug his fingers back into his head, as though he were trying to rip the thoughts out of his brain. Pink marks crowned his head from the way he was scratching into it.

“The evidence- it’s- it’s in here-” Fives pointed aggressively at his brain, fully aware that the Kaminoans had injected him with something to make him lose his memories before he could speak to the Chancellor. His eyes held nothing but devastation, gleaming with unshed tears and pain. “It’s in all of us!” he recalled, desperately trying to explain, “every clone!”

“What is it?” Rex pushed, trying to extract clear words from his brother.

“Organic chips- built into our genetic code,” Fives said, defeat swallowing up his voice. He leaned exhausted to rest on a stack of crates, pressing his arm and forehead against them. “To make us do whatever someone wants.” Fives felt powerless in that moment. The Republic had always made him feel like a pawn, but this was the first time Fives truly understood what his older brothers meant when they spoke about being nothing but property. What difference could one clone make, especially one who had the entire coruscant guard and a Jedi on the hunt for him. “Even kill the Jedi. It’s all in here-” he repeated in a frenzy, poking his head again and again.

Anakin scowled, not believing Fives’ words. You turned to look at Rex, seeing how upset he looked. He ran his hand over his hair in stress, sending you a dejected look when he caught your gaze.

“Let’s just get you some help first then we can review everything,” Anakin spoke, trying to deescalate the situation. “It’ll be okay, Fives, we’ll sort this out.” Anakin said the words as though nothing major were happening, as if everything was fine.

Fives finally reached his limit, feeling shattered at the lack of understanding.

“You don’t believe me!” he howled.

“Fives,” Rex tried to soothe him, brotherly instinct overwhelming him. “We are listening to you. We only want to help.”

“How do I know you’re not tricking me?” Fives asked rapidly. “How do I know it won’t be a trap?”

You couldn’t stand back and listen any more.

“Fives, please, look at me. You know for a fact that not one of us would lay a finger on you. We all care about you Fives, and we want to hear everything you have to say. I mean it. We’ll listen,” you pleaded with him, pressing one hand up against the ray shield.

Fives shakily stumbled forward, lifting a trembling hand to press it against where yours lay on the other side of the shield. He looked deep into your eyes, the look he gave you making you want to sweep him away and hold him for the rest of your life. You wished more than anything that you could take him away from all of this. Why did it have to be your Fives getting caught up in this mess. If only you could take him to some outer-rim planet where you would never be found, and soothe all of his worries with tender kisses and soft spoken words.

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“Princess?”

“Yeah, Fives?”

“You ever thought about after the war?”

“What about it?”

You lay secure on Fives’ chest in your bed, resting your eyes as he swept patterns into the skin of your back.

“What you’d like life to be like, I mean. Like, I d’uno, a family maybe?”

Maybe you were just tired, but you were sure you could detect a hint of hopefulness in his words.

“A family, huh? Yeah, I s’pose have. Is that something you’d like?”

“Y-yeah,” Fives felt himself flush. Get it together, trooper. “W-with you, I mean. Maybe a kid or two if you want. We could have a little house out on Naboo. It could be in the countryside. We could go swimming in the waterfalls. I’m sure General Skywalker could set us up with a place. Get- get married maybe?” Fives subtly wiped his sweaty palms on the sheets, hoping you wouldn’t notice how nervous the proposition made him.

“I’d like that.”

He let out a sigh.

“I’d like that a lot.”

If you had secretly been awake when Fives had whispered “gn’a make you my wife,” he didn’t need to find out.

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Fives gasped, thinking about what would happen if the clones were ordered to take out the Jedi. Even the brief thought of him mindlessly shooting you caused him to jolt back. He began to explain how he thought everything linked back to the Chancellor, how every part of his intuition told him to believe it.

“He’s capable of it, I swear to you, General,” he tried to reason with Anakin, but before he could get another word in the Coruscant Guard leapt out from behind some crates, pointing their blasters at Fives.

Calls of “stand down, trooper” and “get on your knees” rang through the building. You watched in horror as Fives turned his gaze to Rex’s abandoned pistols.

“Fives, no- stop!” you screamed, but it was too late.

He lunged for the pistols, clutching one with a yell of “get away from me!”

Then silence, deafening silence. Your vision turned to slow-motion as Commander Fox fired a shot square into Fives’ chest. You felt a cry escape your throat but never heard it, feeling like you were about to faint.

Fives collapsed, hitting the ground in a position which allowed you to see the large short-range blaster shot staining the pure white duraplast of his armour. Rex beat his hands against the barrier, desperatley trying to break through to hold his brother. The second a member of the Guard shot the shield down you fell to your knees at his side, Rex at your side.

“Fives,” you sobbed, tears flowing freely. You reached over to cup his cheek, bringing his gaze to look at you. Fives was dazed, feeling the life force drain from him as he bled out on the duracrete floor. The blood loss began to make him dizzy, his thoughts no longer focused on the conspiracy, turning to you instead. You were crying. His girl was crying and he wasn’t doing anything about it. He’d always hated seeing you cry.

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“Hey, Princess, I’m hom- woah, woah, woah-” Fives froze, startled by the image of you curled up in a ball on the floor leaning against your bed while crying your eyes out. He immediately ran over, sliding to his knees by your side. “Hey, what’s the matter?” he cooed, reaching to pull your hands from your eyes. He felt his heart tighten at the sight of your reddened eyes, the tears clinging to your eyelashes. “Oh, shhh,” he soothed, bringing you into his chest as you sobbed wildly. Fives sat and rocked you gently in his arms until your sobs slowed into hiccups and gasps, murmuring sweet nothings tenderly into your ear.

“Feelin’ better?” he spoke softly, punctuating his question with a kiss to your cheek.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, leaning into his touch as he wiped away your tears.

“That’s my girl. You’re okay, Princess. I’ve got you. I’ll always take care of you I swear. Now, make a promise for me?”

You hummed in agreement, waiting for him to state his promise.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t cry alone ever again. Next time you need to cry, come find me or send me a quick comm and I swear I’ll be right there to hold you. Promise?”

You smiled lovingly, “promise.”

“Thas’ my girl.”

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“H-hey- hey, don’t you go crying on me now, pretty thing. ‘Cos if you cry I’ll start cryin’, you hear me?”

This only made you weep harder, clutching at his shoulder.

“Fives, no, no- don’t do this. Don’t. You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine. I’m here, Rex is here, we’ve got you,” your voice shook heavily as you barely managed to get the words out between choked sobs.

Fives chuckled after a gasp, shooting a beaming smile in your direction.

“C’mon, you’re a clever girl. You and I both know this is the end of the line for me. I’m not gonna be here too much longer, Princess, but you remember that promise you made me, yeah? When I’m gone, you’re not gonna spend your time cryin’ over me. You’re gonna go find a friend, someone you trust, and cry it out with them so they can look after you. Okay?”

You burst into tears again, unable to respond to him.

“I’ll look after her, vod. I swear it, you have my word. We’ll look after eachother,” Rex choked, tears flowing down his face. He reached over and grasped his brother’s hand tightly, squeezing it in reassurance.

Fives smiled, a look of peace overcoming him at the thought of his girl and his brother looking out for eachother when he wasn’t there to do it himself.

“Thas’ good. Mmm. Good.” Fives blinked, finding the idea of sinking into the darkness more and more tempting every second.

“Fives, no, don’t go. Please- I don’t want this to end. I love you, I love you so much Fives, please don’t leave me!”

Fives mustered up all the energy he had left to grin at you, the cheeky grin that showed off his teeth he’d always give you when he’d make fun of you.

“I love you too, Princess. I always will. I’m sorry I have to go, but I promise I’ll see you again some day. Even in another life, I’ll find you. You’ll always be my girl.”

And with that, Fives slipped away, succumbing to the peace that was sinking into his heart. He’d find you again. In another life.

[danger-xylophones]

Ice General Part 4 (Rex x reader)

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Warnings: my attempt at writing sparring, female pronouns...that should be it

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“Gentlemen, set your blasters to stun.” 

Never before had such a command, given simply and without any emphasis, sent such unbridled bewilderment shooting down his spine. It caused the captain to freeze for a moment as his fellow clones wasted no time following the Ice general’s order before they collectively pulled on their helmets and took up their stance-aiming for the general. “Ready?” Came Y/n’s smooth voice once more, prompting Rex to jump into action and follow the lead of Commander Fritz who stood across the makeshift battlefield from him. His stance was wide, solid, evidence of the years of training he and his fellow clones had gone through-he seemed oddly calm for someone about to open fire on their own general. “Begin!” And all hell broke loose. Fritz, Empio, Jekyll, Hyde, and Codex opened fire immediately giving Y/n barely any time to react. But react she did, nonetheless. In one fluid movement, she snatched up her lightsabers and ignited the blades before flicking away the blaster bolts like it was nothing, and aiming them back at the soldiers who quickly dodged. Phantom, Boom, and Nexus took a second before catching on to add to the growing chaos. Rex was still lagging behind. This was...an unusual style of sparring for the man. 

“Ay, Captain Rex, you might want to wake up!” Bolt’s perpetual sing-song voice called out to compel Rex to get his act together just in time to flinch out of the way of stun blast zooming towards him. With a readying shake of his head, Rex resolved to at least participate even if he thought this was borderline dangerous. He aimed and fired at the general’s exposed back. She reacted sharply, turning on a dime to slash at the ring formed by the stun shot and sending it into the dirt before whirling around to counter another one and another one. It was here that the circle formed by the clones began to morph and evolve-steadily increasing the pressure on the general. Ice reacted accordingly by growing more and more mobile which made it more difficult for the clone fence to take on a solid and maintainable shape. Without warning, Fritz, Jekyll, and Hyde dove for Ice-catching her, the shinies, and the captain off guard. Y/n was quick to deactivate her sabers so she could dive out of the way of them. Codex, who seemed to figure out what the three older clones were trying to set up, signaled to Nexus and began to fire on Y/n who was forced to twist impossibly to get out of the way of the onslaught of stun shots. Phantom and Boom moved in next but they were lacking coordination and their shots began getting in the way of each other. Rex was about to whistle to get their attention so he could help them with their sloppy form when Empio beat him to it. 

“Phantom, Boom, aim for either side of her-it’ll keep her pinned so she can’t activate her sabers.” The quiet captain barked sharply through the comlink in Rex’s borrowed helmet which startled him given how he had never heard his fellow captain speak any louder than a whisper. He wasn’t able to dwell on it for too long though as Empio’s order came too late. Y/n managed to activate one of her sabers, the green blade returning to its duty of acting as a shield, and she had already begun sending the shots back. Codex didn’t have enough time to dodge. He was the first to go down-defeated by his own deflected stun clipping his calf. Empio let out a curse. Next went Nexus. 

“E and Phantom-move to her six! Boom, Jekyll, with me. Rex with Hyde-he knows what to do.” Fritz’s voice cut through as he darted away. Hyde had just enough time to grumble under his breath before running in the opposite direction of Fritz. Hyde stopped firing and Rex was given the chance to make out Fritz’s plan-pull Y/n’s focus in different directions by splitting the clones into groups where they could bombard her with concentrated fire. Good, but the general had already shown that she could handle deflecting shots from all directions. What was different about this? 

“Captain Rex,” Hyde’s voice crackled through the channel, “Fritz is going to begin by firing on Y/n, Boom and Jekyll have orders to delay their own shots by two seconds. Then E and Phantom will fire on a two-second delay and then us. Got it?” The sergeant’s voice was clipped, clearly portraying his distaste for being paired with Rex. “It’s a new strategy he’s testing out.” He huffed, unamused. Rex blinked. Ah. Great, testing out a new strategy at the moment it would be needed was always a good idea. “There he goes.”

Rex looked away from the sergeant in time to see Commander Fritz fire on the general, followed by Boom and Jekyll. Y/n deflected them well enough. With a pivot of her body that allowed her to keep most of the clones in her visible spectrum, she calmly flicked the shots away including Rex and Hyde’s and took down Boom. It was like she knew that Fritz would try this. Which might explain why Rex suddenly heard Fritz’s voice crackle to life inside the helmet. “Rex, Hyde, E, and Phantom, charge her.” Hyde, Fritz, and Phantom wasted no time and mimicked the early attempted tackle. Y/n, acting purely on instinct raised her hand with two fingers splayed and picked Hyde and Phantom up before pushing them away. The two soldiers skidded on the dirt out of the makeshift ring they had set up meaning they were out. Which meant that now it was down to Empio, Fritz, Jekyll, and Rex. Now that she didn’t have to compete with three soldiers trying to tackle her at the same time, Y/n had enough time to latch on to Empio’s fist. She spun the Captain around to effectively use him as a shield against the continuing bombardment from Fritz and Jekyll. Jekyll wasn’t fast enough in diverting his shot and ended up stunning Empio who crumpled to the ground. Rex heard Fritz grumble under his breath - it appeared as though his plan was falling apart in front of him. Once again, his borrowed helmet crackled to life. “Ok, new plan. Jekyll and I are going to try and pull her focus - Rex, keep your fire concentrated on Ice. Jekyll and I will keep her busy and try and to give you an opening.” Rex barely got a ‘yes, sir’ out before Fritz and Jekyll put the plan in motion. The three all kept their fire trained on the Ice general. Y/n kept up the fight, deflecting each blast as best she could but it was clear that she was getting tired - her strikes were getting sloppy, her turns not as sharp, and the deflections of the stun shots flew wherever they pleased. 

Fritz and Jekyll, true to the commander’s plan, had succeeded in dividing Ice’s attention though by taking up positions on either side of her which forced the young Jedi to rapidly turn on her heel in order to deflect the shots. That left her back open. Rex seized his chance, raising his borrowed blaster he prepared to fire at the Jedi whose back was still turned towards him. The shot rang out. Y/n turned and deflected it. She was tackled to the ground. Fritz was on her back, trying to muscle the lightsabers out of her hands while Jekyll aimed his blaster off to the side of her head. Rex followed his lead. “Do you yield?” Fritz barked out when it became evident Ice couldn’t get out of the pin she was in.

“I...yield.” She sighed and whoops and hollers erupted from the gathered clones. 

“Where does that put us Bolt?” Fritz yelled to the medic already making the rounds through his brothers that had been knocked back or stunned. 

“Clones seven, General five.” Bolt hummed merrily as he helped Empio to his feet. The captain staggered a bit before brushing Bolt off to make him go help the others. Meanwhile, Jekyll and Fritz grabbed Ice’s arms and hauled her to her feet the same time a whispered ‘damnit’ slipped out. 

“Drinks on me the next time we’re on Coruscant then.” She chirped in the monotone way she speaks despite the loss. 

Hyde, who was still sat on the ground snorted inside his helmet. “Drinks are always on you, Ice.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Hyde took the helmet off just to retaliate. And a ghost of a smile slipped onto Ice’s face but it was gone in a flash. 

Ice was looking at him. “That goes for you and your men too, Captain Rex.” Her face betrayed nothing, her tone even less. But before he could stutter out so much as a ‘thank you’, Bolt had intercepted by wrapping her cloak around her (Rex noted he took extra care to not touch her skin and even helped hide any that was exposed). Fritz led her away with a gentle tug on her cloak sleeve with the rest of the men following after. Bolt stayed behind with Rex, wordlessly standing next to him with hands clasped behind his back. 

He didn’t say anything till Codex and Boom were out of earshot. “This was her idea, y’know.” Bolt’s voice cut through the silence. Rex turned to him to find the medic looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “To invite you to therapy.” 

“Therapy?” The modulated sound of Rex’s own voice startled him and he remembered he still had Bolt’s helmet on. He snatched it off of his head. “How is this thera-”

“Course, I’m the one that told her you were awake.” The statement made Rex’s stomach plummet. Bolt turned to face him entirely. “I know you think we’re hiding something from you, Captain. But, believe me, we’re not.” His face fell and Rex was surprised by how small his brother looked in that moment. “We’re trying to forget.” His sing-song voice was quiet. “Will you let us?” 

Bolt plucked his helmet from Rex’s hand and started to walk away and the captain was left wondering what his next move should be.

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Today was the last day. Tomorrow, the 205th were being shipped out to who knows where and the 501st were going back to Coruscant. Rex should feel excited. Coruscant meant he got the closest thing to a break he, as a captain in the GAR, would ever experience. But he wasn’t. 

Maybe he should’ve felt sad to be parting with the 205th - he could see some of his brothers animatedly chatting with some of the the younger members of Glacier company - but he wasn’t close with anyone. He thought, starting this assignment, he might be close with Fritz but given his strained relationship with the general who seemed closest with Fritz that didn’t seem like an option in the near future. Maybe Jekyll or Hyde? But the same thing that applied to Fritz applied to them. The shinies seemed too scared to talk to him and those in between, neither the shinies or the Veterans, tended to keep a respectful distance. They befriended the other men of the 501st but stayed away from Rex. If he was honest, he felt like a hornet that attacked the queen bee. 

He wanted to resent Ice. But Bolt’s words stopped him. 

And made him want to apologize. So, he went looking for Ice. He didn’t care if they didn’t become friends, he’d be okay ignoring what he suspected was going on between Ice and Fritz, he’d eventually let Jannex 1 go. He would just apologize for making Ice and the Veterans feel uncomfortable and then forget he ever met them. A solid plan...if Ice had been alone. 

As it was, she was with Skywalker and Fritz in the hastily resurrected tent that was serving as the center of operations for the whole mission looking up at the holographic forms of Mace Windu, Yoda, and Ahsoka. Something was happening and Rex immediately began to walk faster. He entered into the darkened tent trying to hide the silent shame clawing its way through him - why didn’t he know there was a meeting going on? 

“Ah, Rex - just in time.” Skywalker greeted him. 

“Sirs.” Rex greeted as professionally as he could with a bow of his head. Y/n turned to look at him but said nothing, just stepped to the side to create a gap between her and Anakin. Which allowed him to walk in a straight line right up to the com they were all gathered around. 

“As I was saying-” Mace Windu picked up where he left off, “I’m sorry to have to do this to the both of you but the presence of the droid army on Elaroth highlighted that a sweep of the nearby Outer Rim planets would be well advised.” 

“Accompany, Y/n L/n for the first few, you will, Skywalker.” Yoda added on upon noticing the growing confusion on the young knight’s face. 

“With all due respect, masters, my battalion should be able to handle a sweep on our own. I know that the 501st is long overdue on leave.” Ice piped up without warning, admittedly startling Rex as he had quite forgotten that she was standing right next to him. 

“Know this, we do, young L/n.” Yoda began in a gentle voice. “Suggested that Skywalker accompany you, it was, by Master Mundi.” 

Something shifted and all present felt it. Rex chanced a glance at Ice’s face and it looked like she’d seen a ghost. Or been stabbed. 

“M-” her voice cracked and Y/n cut herself off to clear her throat, “may I ask why my master would do such a thing?” Her voice was measured but even Rex could hear the underlying venom that dripped from each word. Wordlessly, Mace Windu and Yoda turned to Ahsoka whose hologram reached forward as if to press a button. A moment later, the image of a planet placidly spinning appeared before them. 

Yoda looked right at Y/n. “To Jannex 1, you must go.” 

Taglist: 

@tararuthven / @questforgalas / @000ayfh / @pinkiemme / @obi-robi-kenobi / @apocalypticwafflekitten / @cherryxcyarika / @justalittlecloud 

Notes: 

Gasp :0, me, actually working on my multi-part fics? 

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[purpureumwrites]

Din Djarin x Jedi!Reader | Memories Ch.2

A/N: What are we gonna do now that there are no more episodes until 2022? T__T I love him. And this can potentially have more parts, tbh. So if anyone has an idea for the next (like the anon who suggested this one, hope you like it!), then just let me know!

Summary: Reader is a jedi who has decided to travel with Din and the child. They meet Ahsoka [I was tempted to make it steamy in the end, but didn’t HMM]

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.4k

Tagged: @k-n-teeg​

A few months ago, you had met a mandalorian. A mandalorian and his child, another force-sensitive like you that had received some prior training when the now ruined jedi temple in Coruscant was still standing. Hopeful, he had asked for you to take the child and train him, as if being jedi automatically made you capable of teaching him. 

After Order 66 was executed, you had left everything behind and ran for your life. You traveled to poor and remote planets in the galaxy, where nothing of value could be harvested or mined and the Empire wouldn’t care conquering.  It was lonely, but safe. From time to time, some news sneaked to that edge of the universe, and this way, through conversations in decaying, rusty cantinas, you became aware of the fate of the jedi. 

It wasn’t until years later, after the Empire had fallen that you went back to more populated worlds but, even then, it was solitary. Those who had survived were so few that you didn’t see a point in looking for them. Your friends were most likely dead. There was no jedi order. The days where you had hope were long gone. 

And then, this mandalorian, radiating so much love and concern, put this child in your hands. You refused at first, unsure of yourself. You never had a padawan before, in fact, you were still a padawan when the Republic fell. But Din, who had already lost his creed not long ago, was determined. So you struck a deal. Three months, where you would stay with them, test and train the child. Afterwards, you were free to leave and he would continue looking for a jedi.

Of course, by the time the decision was due, you had little choice. You had grown attached to the little one very quickly, partially because he was small and cute, partially because he was the first force-sensitive you had met in years. And Din... was a whole different matter. It had been so easy getting used to spending every minute of the day together. It just made sense. He didn’t seem bothered by your recurrent nightmares and you clicked pretty quickly. 

He was easy to love. When he got comfortable enough to take off his helmet, first in the nook that was your cramped bed, you witnessed a different side of him. He was vulnerable and careful. Sweet to make love to you bare, rough when he wore his armor.

Wandering from planet to planet, you arrived to Corvus. You knew the moment you landed, there was another force-sensitive there. It wasn't a surprise when the magistrate, at the sight of the mandalorian, offered the bounty to him. Kill the jedi. 

Din had no intention of actually killing a jedi, he didn't even know if he was capable, but he knew he had heard many of your stories, often told with melancholic eyes and simple descriptions for him, and he thought he owed you to meet them, and adult of your own kind.

The mandalorian walked ahead through the devastated and ruined forest, while you carried the child in your arms not far behind. From time to time, you corrected his direction, feeling her energy more clearly with each step. It wasn't too long until you found her.

She stood there, lightsabers turned on, in a position not threatening but cautious. You grabbed Din by his arm and pulled him behind you with a soft tug, taking the child with him.

"I think I've seen you before. In the temple of Coruscant?", you pulled away behind your shoulder the small cape you were wearing. You tapped on the lightsaber on your hip. "Though truthfully, one can never be too careful these days", you held it and ignited it. The dark forest was now filled by the white glow of her lightsabers and yellow of yours. ”I was a padawan meant to be a jedi consular... almost feels like that was only a dream at this point, I must admit. I’m y/n”

She relaxed and smiled, turning off both weapons. You imitated her. 

“My name is Ahsoka Tano, I believe we had a good friend in common”, her smile turned mournful. You nodded. Neither wished to say the name. She looked at the child, intrigued. “And this little one...”

“Grogu”, Din answered. "He has powers like you"

Ahsoka walked to him and held his diminute hand. They were introducing each other. She seemed happy to see him until her jaw clenched and she turned to you.

"You cannot train him. He's too attached to him and now, to you too. It's a great risk", she walked towards you. "You should let it fade away"

You understood what she was saying and why she was saying it. The jedi didn't allow attachments, that's why they took their apprentices from their families as young as possible. That's why they almost didn't take Anakin. But you didn’t agree with that, not since a long time ago. The order was stagnant and flawed, fixated in old traditions. Maybe if the rules weren't so hermetic, he would have asked for help instead of consuming himself in despair.

"I won't. I will continue his training", you said straightening up. "That's a risk will all have to face. And he won't be alone"

She sighed. You could see the memories storming through her mind, she was concerned but resigned.

"I’ll be on my way now", she said taking a few steps backwards and observing the three of you. "I have given you my advice, there isn't much more I can do. Grogu is certainly loved and he doesn't have to linger in darkness anymore. I'm happy for him. And for you to have found your way together because of him" She parted with a little bow before making her way through the forest. "May the Force be with you"

As Din stood watching her disappear between the trees with the child cradled in his arms, you went to his side. You were concerned Ahsoka’s words may have planted the seed of doubt in him, that he would grow afraid of something he couldn’t understand. He had put a great deal of faith in you and trusted your intentions. 

“Is she talking about the same thing that happened to your friend?”

“Yes...”

“I trust you with the child, you know that”, he assured you, his voice soft and understanding. “We’ll cross that bridge if we ever get to it”

He surrounded you with his free arm and pushed you against his chest. He was playing the confident man but Din, even he wouldn’t admit it yet, knew the concern would always be in the back of his head. He didn’t understand the ways of the Force, the code of the jedi, the powers you both held, but he did understand that it was something significant if you were concerned about it. He knew it by the way you quickly ended the topic when it came up, giving him vague details and passing it as a highly unlikely, very hypothetical occurrence.

You walked in silence through the forest back to the Razor Crest, and left a very sleepy Grogu in his little hammock. Din and you had some dinner in the cockpit while the ship got out of orbit. Then, he set the autopilot on and you went both to bed. 

You quickly got your shoes and the extra clothes you wore, and sat while watching him get rid of his armor. How did you get so lucky to be the only one able to enjoy the sight? Not many things could make you forget about your anxieties and hardships as he did. When he finished, he stood in front of you and you looked up to him.

“You’re staring”, he uttered.

You pulled from the waistband of his trousers so he would get closer to you and with your other hand, you pulled from his shirt down, making him lean, before pressing your lips against his in a hungry kiss. 

“You’re still wearing too many clothes”, you pointed out before kissing him again. He chuckled between your lips.

“You always think I’m wearing too many”

[passable-talent]

ok roe hear me out. dragon!anakin Au. reader is a knight sent to kill him but when their helmet gets knocked of, Anakin changes to his human form and it’s like love at first sight or w/e. and then when the knight fails to kill the dragon, the village offers them as a sacrifice to the dragon, so Anakin comes and picks them up and it’s tense and idk what my point is but have fun!

OOOOOHOOHOHO HERE WE GO

we are combining the selki myth with a dragon myth because i. wanted to

do u ever not realize how much you need something in your life until you have it 

The governing Council of Coruscant, a small village, was facing a problem, in the form of a dragon. A dragon which lived on the edge of their town and preyed on its people, or did, until they began offering it tribute. They offered the dragon, which they’d named Vader, food or gold, earning its favor so that it wouldn’t destroy the village or its people. It was tradition to name a dragon, in order to easier call it for battle or tribute, a tradition started many years ago by the little village of Tatooine shortly before the death of their dragon, Maul. 

Maul had been destroyed by a young knight of the Jedi Order, Obi-Wan Kenobi, which made the Council of Coruscant turn to the Jedi Order. But Obi-Wan had grown older, and was doing more important things for the kingdom, and so the Order sent another young, talented knight, eager to do service to the realm. 

You. 

You rode to the village nearest to the dragon’s lair and continued on foot from there, your blade hanging at your hip. You carried a mystical weapon called a ‘lightsaber’- a magical blade which was made of solid light. It was the mark of a Jedi Knight, and the mark of your skill. No enemy could stand to you, not even a dragon. 

You had been directed through the woods, to a large cavern that was enclosed by a mountain. It was said that the lair of the dragon could be seen easily from far away, but as you grew closer, and the trees thickened, it would become harder to find. Luckily, you had a good sense of direction, and when forest gave way to grasslands that lead up to a gaping mouth of stone, you knew you had found Vader’s lair. 

You stalked toward it, silent in the light of the setting sun, hoping that the dragon would yet be asleep and its death would be quick. You only let your eyes come overtop of the stone ledge, your helmet blending in with the grey. You weren’t yet noticed, and so looked for the dragon, and saw it curled up around one of multiple piles of gold within the cavern. 

It was a deep shade of oaky brown, almost grey, horns curling over its forehead. Thin wisps of smoke curled from its nostrils as it slept, and you knew now was the best time to strike. You would follow in the footsteps of Obi-Wan Kenobi and cleave this dragon’s head from its body, putting your name into history. 

You heaved yourself over the stone ledge, gathering yourself to your feet. You padded silently toward the dragon until you stood overtop of it, nervous now, not to strike, but to stand so close. 

“With me,” you whispered to your saber, the incantation that its magical bond with you responded to. It ignited for you and you held it high- but the sound had woken the dragon. 

Its eyes were a piercing blue, chilling like nothing else you had ever seen. You meant to swung the saber down before the dragon could fully wake, but a great foot knocked you sideways, and you snuffed the blade so that it wouldn’t be in your way as you fell. Collecting yourself to your feet you found yourself face to face with a dragon, sparking its back teeth together, preparing to flame- and so you ran, knowing a fall from the short ledge was better than being broiled in your armor. 

You tumbled down the hillside and came to rest at the line of trees, your helmet knocked from your head in the fall. You breathed hard, trying to right yourself through your dizziness, and looked up to the ledge, where you could see the dragon approaching, and tried to find your helmet before it attacked. 

The roar of a dragon stilled you, and you ignited your saber again, holding it beside you while glaring upward. If you would have to fight it without your helmet, that you could do. 

But then, something began to happen.

You could describe it almost like... molting? The dragon quickly lost size, and it brought its head back to its body, its scales shifting and moving until instead of a dragon it was a man, wearing a dragon’s skin cloak. 

You paused, and stared, because that was a dragon a minute ago, and now it’s a guy. 

“You’re not only a dragon, you’re a witch!” You shouted, running up the hill again, meaning to take him down now that he certainly had much less fire in his throat. 

“A witch? Funny word.” You’d never heard a dragon talk before, and his voice was smooth, and it startled you. The closer you were to him, the more startled you became, as he wasn’t just any human, he was possibly the most handsome you had ever seen. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and those bright blue eyes had retained into his human form. Though there were fangs in his smile, they didn’t make the smile any less radiant, and he seemed to sense your hesitation as you approached. 

“Be not afraid of being startled by my beauty,” he called down to you, making you stop dead in your tracks. “For I am enthralled by yours.” You snuffed your saber and hung it at your hip, looking at him. He clearly meant not to harm you, and so you raised your chin.

“Are you the dragon they call Vader?” You called up to him, just making sure, and he laughed, his expression bright and lovely.

“Yes, but my name is Anakin.” You tilted your head at him and gave him a small smile. 

“Well, Anakin, my name is (Y/N), I’m a knight of the Jedi Order. I came here to kill you, as I’m sure you noticed.” Anakin laughed, lifting a hand from his cloak and laying it over the back of his neck, where your saber had almost been. From the motion you saw black claws where human fingertips would be, and darkened skin bordering scales on his forearm the color of his cloak. 

“I did. You’ve changed your mind?” You looked at him for a moment with a laugh, then reached to your side to tug at one of the ties that held your armor in place. 

“Yes, I think I have.” 

“In that case,” he said, sitting down on the ledge, tossing his legs over it, “want to come up for tea?” 

~~~

You returned the next day to Coruscant with scorched armor and smudges of dirt and bloody scrapes all over. You vowed that you had failed to kill the dragon after an epic battle, but you would return to Vader’s lair after you had healed, and you would try again. 

Returned you did, and once again, you dredged home to Coruscant, Vader still alive. So you tried again- again, and again. 

“Anakin?” You called as you reached the trees, climbing onto his ledge and shedding your armor at the entrance of the cavern, as you always did. He wasn’t there- but sometimes this happened, and he always returned soon after you arrived. You wandered the expanse of the cavern and investigated his hoard, but mostly you were entranced by the space where he lived: a loft-life area above the golden treasures that had been carved by dragon claws from the mountain. Within it were human luxuries- a bed, couches, a carpet, a fireplace like none you’d ever seen before. It was so comfortable, especially to you, after spending time on those couches with him. He brewed the most delicious tea. 

When he still hadn’t returned you grew disinterested in waiting on the couches and went to his hoard again, looking over it. You wondered if there was more than gold within it, and dug down with the tip of your foot, curious if even in your casual digging you’d uncover a gem. The stones were the most interesting to you- you’d fashioned a small sunstone into the hilt of your saber, and yet it had been the only precious stone you’d ever seen. 

You’d only been standing there for a moment when arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you from the floor. Caught off guard you grabbed onto the wrists, but you knew who was spinning you and placing you back down. 

“Anakin!” you laughed, and accusing tone gracing his name. 

“For a Jedi Knight, you sure do scare easily.” You shook your head, your smile fond, and with one hand shoved him gently, pushing him back from you. 

“Where have you been?” You asked, letting him lead you up to his loft, his cloak almost billowing behind him as he walked. He had only gotten more attractive to you- the curl of his hair around his horns, horns admittedly smaller in human form, but still wicked and dark. His figure was exceptional, his smile was bright, his hands strong and kind. 

“Visiting my mother,” he said, putting on a pot of water to boil. You were always colder than he was, so often he made you a hot drink when you arrived. “She gave me some advice.” 

“Advice?” you repeated, sitting down on one of the couches. “About what?”

“Dragon stuff,” he said, turning to you with a playful sneer, “you wouldn’t understand.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Oh yeah? Try me, Sparker.” His eyebrows raised as though you had caught him off guard, and his pupils narrowed into vertical slits briefly, a reaction you knew to be of self-defense. Was he embarrassed?

“Nothing, (Y/N), honestly. Don’t worry about it.” You indulged him with your silence, laying your head back into the cushion of the couch. 

“I think Palpatine’s getting upset with me,” you said, steering the conversation away for his sake.

“Palpatine? You mean the head of the Council?” 

“Yeah. I think he’s getting tired of me failing to kill you.” 

“Oh yeah?” Anakin asked, pouring hot water into a mug to let the tea leaves steep within it. “Thinking about actually killing me to get him off your back?” You looked up, startled, at him. 

“What? Of course not.” 

“That’s good to hear,” he said, carrying over the mug and placing it on a table next to the couch, then taking a seat next to you. “Though I wouldn’t mind having you be the last thing I see.” You rolled your eyes and let your shoulder rest against his, nudging him softly. 

“Charmer.” 

“You know,” Anakin said, repositioning. He often sat so close to you like this so that he could wrap you in his dragon cloak. You hadn’t quite figured out why he liked to do it so much, but you allowed him anyway- it wasn’t like you’d complain about the warmth you felt from him and the way he put his arms around you. “I could always drop your charred armor and clothes onto his doorstep. You’d be able to stay, and they wouldn’t be upset with you.” You lifted yourself up enough to look him in the eye.

“You’d do that?” You asked him, and he tilted his head. 

“Why not?”

“I just...” you trailed off, silent while he repositioned so that his left leg laid lengthwise onto the couch, and you sat between it and his other. “I didn’t realize you’d let me stay.” You felt him press a kiss down onto your head, and a smile grew onto your face. You pulled the cloak over your shoulder to cover more of your body. 

“Of course I would,” he said, his claws lightly tracing your wrist down until he found your hand, and curled his fingers into yours. 

“But no,” you said, turning your head to rest your cheek onto his chest. “I wouldn’t want them to think you’ve killed me. I’m a better knight than that.” 

“True,” he said, pulling more of his cloak over you when he noticed how you bent your knees against the cold. “Then maybe, you could say you’re leaving, to come back with reinforcements, or better weapons, and instead stay here.” 

“That doesn’t solve anything, Ani,” you whispered, reaching over your shoulder to run your fingers through his hair. “Then they’d still be blaming me for the fact that you’re still alive. And I could never kill you.” He turned his head up to kiss your palm, then resting his head back down into your hand. 

“You’ll think of something,” he said, and in the comfort of the moment, you believed him. 

As the sun rose you entered the outer limits of Coruscant, exhausted. Anakin’s nocturnal nature made these meetings easy to schedule but quite hard on your sleep cycle. You usually made it back only to have the older women of the village fawn over you, tending your wounds while you slept. You always returned burnt and bruised, though these wounds were self inflicted, to make it seem as though there was a battle. Anakin never hurt you- save for today, when you had insisted that you get a scratch across your jaw. 

“I can’t, (Y/N),” he had insisted, holding his hands to his chest so that he didn’t even bring his claws close to you. “I can’t.”

“It’s alright,” you promised, “I’m asking you to. I know you’d never hurt me. I’d do it myself with a stone, but these people know what dragon claws look like.” 

“Love, I can’t hurt you.” You reached forward with a gentle smile, lightly taking his hand into yours. 

“Close your eyes, then,” you whispered, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw. You leaned into his palm, your fingers resting overtop his, and when you felt him relax, you pressed down hard onto his first finger, dragging it in a swift motion down your jawline and toward your chin. He gasped, opening his eyes, but you held his hand away, making sure that your blood dripped down your neck uninterrupted. You’d kissed him goodbye, promising him that the women of the village would treat the wound. 

This morning, though, Palpatine himself was there to see you arrive. 

“(Y/N), my dear!” he said, approaching you. “It’s so good you made it home alive.” You thanked him, knowing what he would ask next. “And our dragon? Have you vanquished it?”

“No, sir,” you answered, looking to the ground, feigning shame. “I did not succeed tonight. But I will return to try again.” Palpatine sighed, and before you could react, he had the guards of the council surround you. Shocked, you whirled, but did not ignite your blade. The sheer number of them overpowered you, chaining your hands in front of you. 

“(Y/N) of the Jedi Order,” Palpatine said, standing in front of you on a platform in the center of the village, “You have failed to rid us of our dragon, and so will serve your final duty to Coruscant on this, the sixty-sixth day of spring- you will be a sacrifice to Vader, and with your death, will keep him from harming this village.”

“What?” you snarled, trying to take a step forward, but the guards stopped you. Your armor was torn from you until only your fabric clothing remained, and you struggled against every moment. “This is how you treat the people who are sent to help you?” 

“As a mercy, you will be keeping your magic blade,” Palpatine said, tossing the hilt of your lightsaber toward you. “If you kill the dragon before he kills you, you are free to return.” You glared in Palpatine’s direction as the guards fashioned your saber to your waist, then as they lead you to the platform Palpatine had emptied. Here they had piled the sacrifices of gold and food for Anakin, and here they placed you now, looping your chains through a hoop in the center of the platform. 

There was a trumpet that had become the sound of dread in the village. It caused all to run to their homes, in fear, because the trumpet called the dragon. 

What would Anakin do when he was arrived? Would he recognize that you were the sacrifice, and spare you? Surely he would, he would recognize you- he had to!

How the people of Coruscant, who had loved you, who had put their faith in you, could do this to you- it was evil. You collected yourself to your knees, your arms held in your lap, chained down. 

“I curse this town,” you said, softly at first, as the sound of the trumpet echoed throughout the valley. “I curse Coruscant and all who live within it. I curse you to the fire and death I sought to protect you from!” Everyone hushed as they saw a dragon, on the horizon. Everyone but you.

“I curse you to be torn, limb from body and flesh from bone, I curse you to the same end of pain and suffering that I will be given!” The dragon grew closer, its wingspan wider than the streets of the town, its nostrils exhaling smoke. 

“I curse the Force from this place, may its kindness never guide you again!” 

You trusted Anakin. You did. With your whole body. 

Still, those slitted blue eyes studying you from behind scales, the massive form of the dragon approaching like a hunter with its eyes only on you, it was terrifying. You had tears rolling down your face, and you didn’t even know why. Anakin would never hurt you- he’d made that very clear, this morning.

But you saw his back teeth spark. 

His fire, red and yellow and orange, shot forward, consuming the wooden platform you sat upon. 

Your curse had worked, the townspeople would whisper. The dragon’s fire ate up the platform and left nothing behind, spreading to the nearest homes and buildings. As for you, though, there was nothing left- and everyone had been too concerned with the flames to notice how it happened. 

Except for one old woman, who had known of dragons longer than most in Coruscant. She had kept her eye on the town of Coruscant and its dragon scourge, and its new knight. She was the first to open her home to you.

Shmi Skywalker watched as the dragon lumbered into the flames, and disappeared. And she watched as two figures hurried from it, wrapped in a fireproof cloak of dragon skin. She’d keep their secret. 

-🦌 Roe

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[nanagoswife]

Please, Don't Go. - Chapter 6

Summary: Flashbacks come back, but with a twist for Obi-Wan. An encounter happens...

W/C: 3.6k

Warnings: Where do I begin? Descriptions of a man burned alive, angst, murder, mention of blood and burned skin, injuries, suffocation, dark thoughts, I think that's it? (There's a reason I posted a heads up)

A/N: This does have a reference to Karen Miller’s Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Wild Space. I don’t mention the character’s name in this because it may be considered a spoiler? I don’t know. But, it’s a legends book anyways😅 anyways, the reaction Obi-Wan has is actually the same as it is with a little spice added. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy.

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As he held you, you eventually fell asleep in his arms. You more than deserved it. So, he took the time to admire your sleeping form.

Obi-Wan was determined to commit every detail to his memory. The slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your hair fell around you, how warm you were against him. Most of all, he wanted to memorize how peaceful you looked despite recent events. A small smile was on your lips as you were in the comfort of his arms. It was a smile that he didn’t think he would see for a while before he came to talk with you.

That’s when he began to think about what you had shown him. There was nothing that could’ve prepared him for that. Your worries ran way deeper than just your personal situation. You were worried more about your planet, your people, rather than your family. It was truly selfless, yet he still dreaded the fact that you were carrying that burden this whole time.

At first, he started to think of situations that he may have seen that were similar. In truth, there was not much. He’d seen slavery and torture, even been a victim of torture, and there was only one scene that he had seen from you that he had once witnessed. A truly horrid image, let alone witnessed experience. It made him glad that it was only an image for you.

Pained screams filled the air. A pang of guilt pulled on Obi-Wan as he looked to his master. Their eyes met with a mutual feeling. They had both failed to keep the man safe. The two of them still advanced as they could possibly still save him.

That thought was wiped away quicker than a varactyl finishing a hundred meter race. His eyes first settled on the flames licking at the grassy ground. There must’ve been fuel around the small area before catching onto the stake where the man was. He was suspended on this stake and Obi-Wan had no time to try and see how. Instead, the man’s restarted screams broke this thought. The young man watched in horror as the flames quickly consumed the man attached. The agony filled screams, the sight of fire burning a blistering skin, and Maker, the smell.

He wanted to find the people had done this, but he wasn’t able to. The feelings he was having were against the Jedi Code. That wasn’t the only thing stopping him, though. What he was witnessing had frozen him to place and he thought about how that could be him if they captured him. No, it’d be worse. This man was only speaking against working people to death, whereas Obi-Wan would not only be defending this stance, but he’d be trying to send them to jail at the very least.

After that day, he had been plagued by the sight. Everytime he tried to sleep, he was constantly visited by the scene over and over. It had gotten so bad that he refused to sleep at a point. He was nineteen when he had seen this and nothing he had seen before this had shaken him so badly.

If he were being honest, he still was visited by these dreams every now and then. The only difference was that now he had come to terms with it and it wasn’t as horrifying anymore. Not when it was something he constantly re-lived for many years. Thank the Force that Qui-Gon helped him then, and still occasionally does.

Momentarily, he was broken from his thoughts as you shifted the slightest bit, making yourself more comfortable and burying even further into his chest. A smile crept across his lips as he watched your still peaceful expression. He pulled the blanket higher and draped them around your shoulders so that it would provide further comfort in the chilly room.

Then, he started to think about that moment again. Only, this time, it wasn’t the man. In fact, the person wasn’t a man at all. The person now on the stake was you. Accompanying the rest of the vivid details, he was now imagining your agonizing screams as the flames consumed you. He imagined how he watched you die and had no other choice but to stay in place as he was also constrained; held by two guards who forced his eyes to meet yours.

As he watched, something in him snapped as your screams had ceased. The connections, the bond the two of you shared was broken. You were gone. An unbearable pain filled him as he realized that he couldn’t even hold you one last time. You didn’t deserve the excruciating death that you had been subject to.

An anger bubbled in his chest as he thought about how those men had done that to you. They didn’t even let him say goodbye. Instead of being afraid, his anger took over him. He was determined to find the two culprits and make them suffer. Nothing but revenge filled his mind as he knew they were not far away.

In an act of blind rage, he broke the restraints that bound his hands with the force and easily fought off the two that had held him in place. Neither of them had his lightsaber, but that wasn’t a problem.

He made his way to where the two fiends were surely enjoying their recent endeavors. When he opened the doors to the building they were in, the inside was suddenly an entirely different place. The surroundings looked like some sort of hallway with multiple red shields on the way to the end. There was a glance of someone in front of him behind one of the red barriers but it quickly dissipated and the entire inside of the building changed once again.

Though he was confused as the building was once again the actual one, his eyes landed on the two men. They were quivering in terror as he advanced. There was something about it that actually pleased him.

Then, everything was a blur. All he could catch glimpses of were moments where his knuckles were bloodied, some point he had his lightsaber, and then one where he was force choking one of them.

When it was over, the two were in an unrecognizable heap in front of him. His breathing was heavy as he stared at it, lightsaber still ignited.

An overwhelming sense of grief and dread for his own actions overcame him. He crumpled to his knees and started to cry. What had he done that led you to your fate? What took over him that played out this moment? He held his face in his hands as so much conflict flooded through him.

“Obi,” he heard your soft voice accompanied with a gentle shaking motion. Opening his eyes, he looked into your eyes that were filled with concern.

“Are you alright?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Your words confused him until he noticed his rapid breathing. Not only that, but you brought a hand up and wiped tears away from his face. When had he even fallen asleep?

“Was it what I showed you? Because, if it was, I’m so sorry that-”

“Shh, no it wasn’t that,” he reassured you as he brought a hand to your cheek and rubbed comforting circles into your cheek. “I… I just had an old nightmare.”

You met his eyes and you immediately knew he wasn’t telling you the full truth. The two of you had spent so much time together that you could each read the other well. So, he knew he wasn’t going to get by this.

“Obi-Wan, you were making sounds. It sounded like you were in pain.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. There was no way he could keep this secret. “There was something that you showed me that I once witnessed,” he said as you gently traced patterns on his chest to comfort him. Then, he told you everything. That mission on Antar 4, then how it all shifted to how it was you instead of the man he had witnessed. The only thing he left out was what he saw when he first opened the door to the building. He would bring that to Qui-Gon.

You listened intently and continued your subtle actions that soothed Obi-Wan’s painful retelling. After he finished the dream, you pulled him to you and caressed the back of his head as his face went into the crook of your neck.

“Oh, Obi. It was only a nightmare.”

“What if this is a way the force is showing me that I’d give in? I don’t know what I would do. Y/N, I’m scared,” he blurted out, still pressed against you.

The admission almost shocked you. At the same time, you understood because it also scared you. “Obi-Wan, it’s alright. It wasn’t real and I won’t leave you in life, or in death. I’ll still be with you.”

This seemed to calm him down. His breathing became more even and he began to relax.

“I do want to ask you one thing.”

He brought his head from its spot against your neck and moved so that he met yours, “Of course.”

“Please, don’t go to the Dark Side because of me. Promise me that you won’t seek revenge or act on it if anything like that happens. I want to be your strength to continue on, not your weakness.”

Obi-Wan’s beautiful blue eyes looked into yours with immense adoration and care. Slowly, he nodded.

“I promise.”

-

Months had gone by and nothing happened. The most dangerous situations they had gone through was occasionally tripping over something. It made the two Jedi more suspicious rather than relieved.

You were also suspicious of it all. Just before this being sent into hiding, you had been attacked by bounty hunters. So why weren’t they trying to find you. It couldn’t be because you all had actually found a planet that good to hide on.

At the moment, Qui-Gon was out trying to contact your brother to find out what was going on. On top of the suspicious quiet, there had been a message saying that conflict was quelled enough that it was safe again.

“Shouldn’t this be good news,” you asked more warily as you watched Qui-Gon disappear into the bushes.

“We need to make sure it isn’t a trick. This could be someone else that would put your life more in danger for their own gain,” Obi-Wan replied. He was waiting very patiently for Qui-Gon to fade far enough to know it was safe.

You were thinking the same thing when you turned around to face Obi-Wan. For a few moments, the two of you stood and waited until he finally nodded the all clear.

Quickly, you made your way into his arms. It was simply a hug, but the two of you felt like it would give something away to Qui-Gon. The two of you were sure that he was catching on to a few changes, like sitting next to each other closely or going out to watch the stars often, but that was all.

Mainly, the two of you would wait until Qui-Gon was gone, or Obi-Wan would sneak into your room after his master was asleep.

The most unforgettable night was only a week ago. It was one of the nights that Obi-Wan didn’t have to go out to get supplies and Qui-Gon went due to contacting your planet as well.

That night, the moon was high and full and positioned perfectly in the clearing of trees that it shed just the right amount of light. That night was already special, as it was the day that your father had been coronated and married your mother.

You were celebrating on your own as you looked up at the stars. Obi-Wan was currently repairing something so he couldn’t come out. So, you sat in the usual spot against the rock, singing songs written in honour of your parents and of the events. They were played every year and were joined in a planet wide celebration. People from around the planet were allowed into the castle’s entrance yard and in the surrounding city for the whole thing.

It was a beautiful demonstration of unity. What went wrong?

“Y/N?”

You jumped as you didn’t notice that Obi-Wan was standing right beside you. You were so swept up in your memories along with humming the songs that you were unaware that he had joined you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright.”

For a moment, the two of you were silent. Obi-Wan stayed standing and looked up at the same patch of stars that you were currently studying.

“What song was that?” His question took you slightly by surprise. Embarrassment filled you as well as you had never sung in front of, well, anyone. Maybe in front of your family and Kenth, but no one else.

“It’s one of the many songs played to celebrate this day. To celebrate my parents. This particular one was for them to dance to. A waltz of sorts.”

You went silent as you remembered watching your parents dance to this. It was a tradition that they would dance to this alone. No one else joined in. It was just the two of them and sometimes you and Davin would join. Only really when you were very young though. That’s when you had an idea.

“Do you dance Obi-Wan?”

“Not often.”

“Would you like to?”

The two of you met the other’s gaze. His face softened as you looked at you and he couldn’t help but nod his head. “Only if you tell me about this celebration.”

At that, you smiled largely. Obi-Wan offered you his hand and helped you stand. He easily brought you to his chest and placed a hand on your waist. You rested your hand on his shoulder and couldn’t help but trace little patterns.

“I didn’t know Jedi could dance,” you said jokingly.

Obi-Wan chuckled, “Well, we do have to mingle during social events often enough.”

“Fair point,” you chuckled.

Then, the two of you started to dance, Obi-Wan leading you to a rhythm only he knew. Like promised, you told him about the celebrations that were always held. You told him how the whole week was a holiday and how it was a festival of sorts. The whole time, you described everything from the food to the decorations. You even told some stories about how you forced Captain Baize to dance with you.

Forcing Kenth to dance wasn’t the only thing you would drag him into, though. There were games, puppet shows, and so many people who came with beautifully decorated pots, clothing, tapestries, and so, so many sweets and deserts. Since you always needed a guard, you dragged Captain Baize everywhere. Sure, he did enjoy coming with you, but he was always hesitant to start. In the end, he knew that you wouldn’t take no as an answer and that he also really wanted to see what was brought in.

As you regaled Obi-Wan with every detail, his smile never dropped and he never broke eye contact with you. He was enjoying how bright you were while recalling these memories. Seeing you like this, he committed the moment to memory. Your smile made you even more beautiful than you already were.

A snap in the distance took his attention from you. You also looked in the direction it came from. Obi-Wan separated from you and guided you behind him. His hand moved to hover over his lightsaber.

“Obi?” you whispered.

“It’s not Qui-Gon. If something goes wrong, be prepared to run.”

For many offputting, silent moments, Obi-Wan was on high alert. Occasionally he would shift you around to a position to better protect you as he sensed the movement of a being. He tried to search for more. Dread filled him as there were two more that he sensed.

Before anything could happen, Obi-Wan sent a message to Qui-Gon through the force. It wasn’t of words, but it conveyed the danger that was rapidly approaching.

“Well, well, well,” said one of the bounty hunters as he emerged from the brush. “Come on out boys. It’s only the padawan.”

You heard the others laugh maniacally as they all followed into the clearing. Immediately, you recognized them all. They were the men who had been after you all those months ago when you first met the Jedi. Their leader was Zacrick Moorlin.

Obi-Wan instinctually guided you further behind you so that his full body blocked you. If it were the last thing he did, he was going to make sure that they wouldn’t get to you. He consciously used the ship’s ramp as protection as well as he could. He wasn’t taking the chance of someone sneaking up from behind.

“Look at how protective he is. Is she really that important?”

“She’s more important than you think,” Obi-Wan snapped. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Oh you won’t? Oh we’re so sorry. We’ll just pack up and leave then,” Zacrick replied scornfully. “No. We’re leaving with her dead or alive.”

You saw as Obi-Wan’s shoulders tense at the remark. Carefully, you placed a hand on his back to try and calm him. If anything were to happen, being that tense would not allow him to properly fend them off.

Your gesture worked. You could feel as he loosened and even became more attentive.

“Now, padawan, I would suggest stepping aside before we force you to.”

“That’s not happening as long as I’m alive.”

“Then we’ll change that.”

Zacrick made a gesture and the other bounty hunters pulled out their blasters, Obi-Wan igniting his saber, and they started firing shots that were easily deflected. The shots didn’t last long, but it was long enough for Obi-Wan to not notice that Zacrick had disappeared.

Before Obi-Wan could search for his energy, the other two began firing again.

“Y/N, ru-” he was cut off as he turned to see that Zacrick had you, an arm around your neck.

There was a knife in the bounty hunter’s other hand and fear pulsed through Obi-Wan. That knife was too close to your stomach.

“Let her go,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Obi, it’s okay,” you said, your breath being squeezed out of you as the arm around your neck tightened.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but let his face soften when he looked at you. He wanted to comfort you as much as you were trying to comfort him. Zacrick looked between the two of you and was hit with a realization.

“Oh, so the two of you care for each other, do you? Isn’t this perfect.”

Panic rose in Obi-Wan’s heart as the knife was brought up to your arm and was placed just under the sleeve of your short sleeved shirt.

“In that case, you get to watch.”

The whimper you made as the knife dug into your arm sent a pang of pain through him. He was about to do something until he felt an electric pulse shoot through his body.

“Like he said,” one of the other bounty hunters said, “you’re going to watch.”

His head was forced up by his hair and he had no choice but to watch as your blood began to spill around the knife. He saw as Zacrick tightened his arm around your neck, cutting off all air.

Moments later, your eyelids fluttered closed. Once you lost consciousness, the bounty hunter carelessly let you fall to the ground in a heap.

Obi-Wan didn’t care, he was going to get to you. Surprisingly, they let him go to your unconscious form. He took you in his arms and immediately examined the cut on your arm after checking your pulse. Relief flooded him as the cut wasn’t too deep and your pulse was still even. The relief only lasted a second as anger overtook him. They could’ve killed you. They could have cost you your arm.

After placing a brief kiss to your forehead, he carefully laid you to the ground before standing. His breaths became quickened as only anger filled him. How dare they do this? How could they be so careless? Why did they force him to watch?

As he turned towards the three bounty hunters, fear filled their eyes. Suddenly, he used the force and lifted Zacrick in the air as he crushed his windpipes. It felt amazing. The force seemed to have a new electric flow through him. It rippled in him and made him feel stronger.

“Obi-Wan!”

The voice startled him. Qui-Gon was running out of the forest but stopped a few feet away from his padawan.

“Control your feelings, padawan. Let him go,” Qui-Gon said sternly.

That’s when Obi-Wan snapped back to reality. What was he doing? Revenge was never something he should’ve acted on. No matter what this man had done, this was not the course of action. The worst part was that he liked it until Qui-Gon snapped him from it.

As the bounty hunter was let down to the ground, all three of them quickly ran. If that was how only one would act, they didn’t want to see what both of them could do together.

Obi-Wan was breathing heavily, almost as if he were choking himself and not the bounty hunter.

“I- I don’t know…”

“We’ll discuss it later. For now let’s make sure the princess is alright.”

Obi-Wan nodded, he was almost distraught. The thought of making sure you were still alright brought him out of it.

This was not going to be an easy conversation.

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Start Again - Chapter Four (Din Djarin x Reader)

SUMMARY: Arriving on Nevarro, you and the Mandalorian deal with the consequences of the Empire and hope to find out information from New Republic files. 

CHAPTER WARNINGS: panic attacks and discussion of nightmares and child loss

Author’s Note: This chapter is about 2.4k words, just a bit shorter than the previous chapter. Feel free to reblog and like :)

CHAPTER FOUR - THE TRUTH

After sharing your latest nightmare, the rest of the trip is quiet. It’s a comfortable silence as you click through the datapad, starting a batch of notes for your dreams. You log the longest nightmare you can remember. You can still feel the hum of the lightsaber before the memory cuts off. Anything past the ignition of the saber and it’s blank. You were frustrated but at the same time, it was the most progress you had made.

“Exiting jump,” the Mandalorian says, pulling a lever down on the control column. You click off the datapad as the ship lurches into the home system of Nevarro. A brief talk with the Nevarro tower and the Idrionna breaches the planet’s atmosphere.

Idrionna touches down on the surface, the engines humming as they power down. You follow Mando’s lead as he steps down to the cargo hold, pulling open a door to grab a few blasters.

“I thought you said this planet was friendly,” you say. He chuckles, strapping the blasters in his holsters.

“It is. My friend Cara is the Marshal here, but you can never be too careful.” He replies, pressing the hatch release.

Cara, you presume, is already there waiting for you as the hatch fully opens and locks in place. The glint of her Marshal badge catches your eye as you and Mando walk towards her. Her serious face remains grim even as you approach.

“Surprised you’d come here, Mando,” she greets, “I’m sure Kryze would look here first for you.”

“I’m aware of the dangers. I need your help with something,” he says. The silence that follows is deafening.

Her eyes fall on you, raking over you as she takes in what she can see physically. It’s almost uncomfortable. In turn, you look over her, examining the tattoo on her arm and the one just under her eye. A survivor of Alderaan.

“She like the kid?” She finally asks, her eyes returning to Mando. You relent in your study of her, choosing to focus on the dirt beneath your feet.

“No,” Din replies. “Says she has a son out there like him though.”

You can’t help but notice that Mando and the people he knows keep mentioning a child. You’re unsure of who exactly they’re talking about, but maybe like the saber, it’s a story for another time. There’s an air about Mando and thinking back on when you had first encountered him, his body language had changed at the mention of Castin. Had he also lost someone?

“You’re a detective now? What, bounty work get too difficult for you?” Cara says. Her tone comes off teasing, but the way Mando shifts his weight, he seems irritated.

“The Jedi that took Grogu with him…there were more like him. But they weren’t as nice.” Mando supplies. Cara’s face changes, her serious expression dropping.

“I have these nightmares. I’ve been told and I’m convinced that they’re moments in my life stolen from me, from the people who took my son from me. I employed this Mandalorian because I knew he could help me get the answers I’m searching for. All I ask is that you help him do his job so I can finally be at peace.” You were frustrated by her lack of compassion and you felt helpless watching her and the Mandalorian go back and forth.

She doesn’t meet your eyes this time, instead looking at Mando, who nods. Her jaws ticks and she sighs, the tension in her body releasing.

“Cara Dune, Marshal for Nevarro.” She introduces herself, extending her hand out. You take it, tentative before she shakes, her grip firm. You wait for her to turn away before you wring out your hand, trying to mask the pain. Something like a laugh comes from Mando and you glower at him.

He seems to notice your expression because he clears his throat, the sound breaking through the vocoder. Cara focuses her attention on the building in front of you and with the jerk of her head, she signals you two to follow her.

“Don’t think I forgot the last time you asked me to run someone through our system. Now I have a psychotic bitch and her posse hunting me down all because I’m your ally. The only thing protecting me is the New Republic.” She grumbles, trekking to her office.

You look to Mando but this time he’s not focusing on you and doesn’t catch your gaze. This was the part in the job where no questions were asked and yet your curiosity was still eating away at your mind. There was more to the Mandalorian than what you already knew, but you would save that conversation for another time.  

Glancing around her office, you watch Cara round her desk and sit in the chair. The computer terminal in front of her groans to life as she powers it on.

“I need a name, something to run through the system to see if you haven’t been completely wiped out.” Cara looks between you both, her finger hovering over the keys as she waits.

Wiped out? Was that even possible? Your heart raced at the prospect of everything about you being erased. First, your memories, now possibly all records of your existence. Why hadn’t they just killed you? Maybe that was their goal and they hadn’t completed it. Valara had said you arrived in her village bloody and incoherent, near death. Maybe it was the luck that saved you after all, bringing you back. You cursed the people that left you in this current state, wondering why they didn’t complete possibly the easiest task and kill you for good. Instead, they steal your son and your life away from you and now you’re left to pick up the shattered pieces of your mind.

The Mandalorian calls your name and you break away from your thoughts. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes and the room around you almost blurs. You take a deep breath and swallow down the harsh lump growing in your throat.

You give Cara your name and you try to sound out the clicks of her typing your name into her system. There had to be something, anything that gave you a clue about who you were. Something that offered more than what you already knew about yourself. Cara’s expression is not promising as she frowns, pressing through until the sound of a dead-end in the listed files stops her.

“There’s nothing.” Her face and tone say it all. She’s surprised. You’re nonexistent within the system that houses the files of millions within the galaxy. You’re nothing more than a ghost.

“Castin,” you manage to get out. “Castin is my son’s name. There has to be something.”

Cara looks at the Mandalorian, waiting for his confirmation. The tears burn again and your face grows hot from the embarrassment. A sigh and the keys click again. Mustering up your courage, you face her again as the computer scans the name and searches through the available files. Once again, the sound of a dead-end in the list of files fills your ears.

You can’t help but sob. There’s nothing on you. Nothing about your son. You both are ghosts within the galaxy. Not even a record of Castin’s birth. The Empire had wiped everything they thought would be traceable. Not even a mention of his father, if he was even alive at all. You didn’t even know what to expect, perhaps you had hoped too much and thought the sources would be endless. You’re left with nothing and your heart breaks at the thought.

Pushing through the doorway, ignoring the calls of your name of both Cara and the Mandalorian, you only make it a few feet before you fall on your knees. You don’t know how you can muster enough energy to scream, but you do. It pierces the silent air around you and echoes throughout the valley. Now, all of Nevarro knows of your pain. You hoped the rest of the universe heard your pain. A part of you wished that the people who did this to you also heard.

Your throat burns as you sob into the cloak around your shoulders. Breath hitching as you hear boots approaching, you turn your body towards the sound.

“I thought there would be something,” you say, your throat raw. “Anything. To give me hope that my son is still out there.”

“You couldn’t have known that the Empire would clear any trace of your existence.” The Mandalorian reassures.

“I should’ve,” you weep. “They tortured me! I was nearly dead and to think I was a survivor. Why didn’t they just kill me.”

There’s silence from the Mandalorian. Sitting there in the sand, you think there’s no longer a reason for him to stay. Your son was only an existing memory. According to the New Republic, he hadn’t even existed at all. Not even as someone lost in the fight against the Empire.

“Look,” he finally says. Your sobs are mere whimpers now. “You asked me to find your son. And I will. Just because there’s no record of his existence doesn’t mean he’s still not out there. You’re here, right now and there’s no record of you.”

“It would’ve been easier,” you spit out, “I could’ve at least seen what they had on me before my mind became nothing but mush.”

There’s a heavy silence that follows as you try and gather yourself. Using the poncho to wipe your tears away, you take deep breaths. Getting angry at the one person who agreed to help you was not going to make your situation any better.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” is all he says. “I lost someone too. Not to the Empire, but I understand your pain.”

“Is that the child everyone keeps bringing up?” You ask and you think you hear a chuckle break through the vocoder.

“Yes,” he breathes. In the corner of your eye, you see him kneel beside you. “You mind?”

You shake your head and watch as the warrior sits on the ground with you, joining you as you stare into the empty valley before you.

“His name was Grogu. I picked him up, as a bounty. I was supposed to bring him in, but I saw what they were planning to do with him and I didn’t understand why they would need to do it to a child.” He starts, “Turns out, just about everyone in the galaxy wanted to turn him in too. The Empire had a high price on his head and in the Outer Rim, credits mattered more than morals.”

“What was so special about him?”

“He was like your son. He had these abilities; I didn’t understand them at first. But he used them to save me and my friends. To protect us. When I finally met someone like him, she told me that he was Force-sensitive. He needed training, but she refused to train him because of his attachment to me.”

“You were his father?” You ask and his helmet dips in a nod. “I’m sorry.”

“It was when he was taken from me by Imperials that I realized how much he meant to me. They wanted him, just for a vile of blood. I didn’t care what they did with it, to be honest. I just wanted him safe. We were trapped in the Imps flight deck, the only thing between us and the Dark Troopers was a doorway. Then, this Jedi came along and wiped out the entire platoon of them.”

There’s a silence that follows his last statement. It’s comfortable, you both sit there as the valley remains quiet save for a few whispers of the wind. You dwell on the thought that this Mandalorian, a warrior, bounty hunter, feared throughout the galaxy, was also a father to a child. A parent that just wanted to keep his son safe.

“Mandalorians have a Creed. My Tribe followed the way of what others call Children of the Watch. Removing our helmets in front of another living being is forbidden. If I did, I would no longer be considered a true Mandalorian. But I did, for him. It was selfish of me, but I didn’t want him to remember me for my armor. He deserved better than that.”

Reaching out, you placed a tentative hand on his knee. He remains quiet but relaxes underneath your hand. It’s a reassuring touch, that reminds him that you understand his pain. You’re here for him. He seems to understand the meaning behind the touch.

“You did what you thought was right,” you tell him, offering a kind smile even behind the blotchy look on your face. “That’s all that matters.”

“Yes,” he breathes. “It was my job to get him to his kind. The job is complete. Now it’s my job to help you find your son.”

“There’s nothing on us, no record.” You scoff, shaking your head and removing your hand. “I’m better off returning to Puvo so that I can continue my sessions with Valara’s grandmother. Maybe then the nightmares will stop and I can move on.” The lump in your throat grows again and you can feel the burn of more tears.

“You asked me to help you, so I will,” Mando says, his tone firm. “Having zero records on you or your son is just a bump in the road. I’m sure there’s information out there. You just need to trust me.”

With a sniffle, you nod. You can feel his gaze on you, so you turn and your eyes meet his visor. You’re not sure if he’s actually making eye contact underneath his helmet, but all that matters to you is that he’s promising to stay.

“I’m going to assume that there’s no record of Castin’s father?” You ask. The lack of memories about his father was disheartening.

“I’ll ask Cara to keep looking, but I’m not going to promise you that she’ll find anything. We had your name and your son’s name, but with no name or description, it will be a difficult process.” The Mandalorian sighs. You nod, looking back at the horizon of Nevarro.

For the first time, in a long time, you felt a semblance of peace. Even after the valley had heard your screams, you knew deep down that this is what you expected. The Empire would’ve been fools had they forgotten to wipe out the record of you. At least you had answers. At least you had the Mandalorian to help you now. That’s all you needed.

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Just One Night: Part 1/2

Commander Wolffe x Jedi!Reader, Angst, Longing, you read the title

Sequel to Promise You’ll Miss Me

Just One Night: Part 2 (18+)

Summary: Months after what you thought would be your final goodbye to Commander Wolffe, you find yourself in his presence once again. Old feelings come back and you begin to realize just how much you’ve missed him and how much he’s missed you.

A/N: Part two will be up tomorrow and will contain smut. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged. Please do not ask me to if you are a minor. And remember REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!!

Word Count: 3.0K

   You let out a huff of frustrated air as you stared up at the ceiling of your quarters.  

   Sleep still evaded you.  When you had first come aboard the Triumphant, you blamed it on the adrenaline still pumping through your body.  You were now well into the dead of night and still you lay awake, wide eyed and plagued with the same thoughts you had since coming back in contact with 104th; Commander Wolffe.

    He hadn’t changed at all since you’d seen him.  Of course he hadn’t.  It was one of the qualities you liked in him so much; rough, blunt, and unmoving.  With everything else going on in the galaxy his consistency was something you had learned to rely on as a padawan.  Even as a general with your own men to lead, he was still the person you trusted most.  The one who made you feel safe.  The one who you were now starting to realize you loved.

    You brushed a finger over your lips at the memory of the kiss he had given you before you left for the 309th. 

    You shook the thought away.  There was a reason it had been a kiss and nothing more.  You each had your duties.  You were a Jedi.  He was a clone trooper.  There was a reason you didn’t try to contact each other in the months following.  There was a reason why you thought you would never see each other again.  Hell, the 104th wasn’t even assigned to your mission in the first place. You needed to let go. 

    But the memory still lingered and it was becoming clear that you wouldn’t let go.  You couldn’t.  You didn’t want to. 

    With a groan, you sat up and swung your legs onto the floor.  Laying in bed was getting you nowhere.  You needed to focus on something else.  Anything else. 

    Without bothering to change out of your sleep shirt and pants, you grabbed your lightsaber and walked towards the training room. You didn’t have far to go.  Your quarters were just off the elevator and only a level down from the barracks and all the other necessaties. 

   A part of you hoped you might run into Sinker or Boost.  You’d even take your own Commander Saber, if only for conversation. But, you had no such luck, instead finding the barracks silent and the training room empty. 

    With a small sigh, you padded to the side of the room.  A large trunk sat at the base of the wall.  Opening it, you easily found the remote.  While the device was usually reserved for younglings, it was simply nice to have on hand even as a Jedi Knight. It helped clear one’s mind and allowed one to be lost in the flow of the force if meditation didn’t do the trick.  What you were surprised, and a little touched by, was finding your old helmet, blast shield and all.  A part of you wondered if Master Plo foresaw you might need the distraction or if he just forgot it was there.  Either way, you were grateful and slipped it on as you walked to the center of the room. 

    You placed the remote on the ground before taking a step back and sliding the blast shield down over your eyes.  Darkness permeated your vision. Reaching out with the force, you turned on the remote and ignited your lightsaber. 

    You could feel it in the air.  It hovered and twisted, hesitant and waiting.

   Three shots.  One at your knees.  Two at your head.

   You moved your blade into position, blocking all three blasts with ease.

   Five shots. Torso, leg, leg, torso, head.

   Five more absorbed into your saber. 

   With a small flick of the wrist, you adjusted it’s difficulty level. 

   The remote went higher, spinning until it was at your back. 

   You twisted just in time, blocking six more shots aimed at your back, head, and legs. 

   You continued the dance, allowing all your focus to go to the remote. 

   No ache came to your muscles.  No exhaustion weighed on your eyelids.  There was nothing except the force.  

   The force, and another presence wandering at the edge of your senses.  

   You focused on the force signature while still never fully taking your mind off the remote.

   A clone, obviously.  Familiar, certainly.  Very familiar. 

   Your stomach flipped and your heart rate spiked as the face of Commander Wolffe came into your vision. 

   You spun around losing all focus except for the man currently walking towards the door.

   “Commander Wolffe,” you called. 

   You could feel him stop mid stride, instantly filling you with relief.  It didn’t last long, as a blast from the remote hit the back of your shoulder. 

   You let out a hiss of pain.

   “General?” Wolffe asked, his tone clear in it’s concern.

   You were suddenly very thankful for the blast shield; it at least particularly hid your embarrassment. 

   “I’m fine,” you assured, rolling your shoulder as you turned off the remote with a flick of your fingers. You always forgot how much those remotes could sting.  “Just wasn’t paying attention.”

   You slipped off your helmet, finally getting a clear view of him.

   Wolffe was out of uniform, which shouldn’t have been a surprise given how late it was.  But, a part of you couldn’t help but stare.  You couldn’t remember if you’d ever seen him without his full armor. 

   He was wearing the standard issue grey sweatpants you knew most of the clones wore during training.  What gave you trouble was keeping your eyes off his shirt.  The fabric clung to his chest, leaving little to the imagination.  The sleeves were also cut short giving an unimpeded view of his well defined muscles. Now you were certain the standard blacks came with no extra padding.  It had been all him the entire time. 

   It was then you became very aware of your own state.  You were still sweating and lightly panting from the exercise.  Your sleep shirt only had the barest of straps and cut lower than anything you’d worn in front of him before.  Hastily, you wiped the sweat from your brow in a vain attempt to look at least a little presentable. 

   “What are you doing here?”

   Wolffe blinked as if coming out of his own trance.  “I heard noise coming from this room and wanted to see what was happening.” He nodded toward the remote.  “Some of the men like to come in here and try their luck.”

   A small smile touched your lips.  “How do they fair?”

   “They get a chest full of lasers,” he answered drly.  “The only question is how much.” 

   You let out a short laugh.  You could only imagine Boost’s face at realizing just how tricky that pesky remote could be. 

   “I’ll leave you to it then,” Wolffe said, once again turning toward the exit. 

   “No wait!” 

   The words came out fast and loud.  Immediately your cheeks felt warm at just how desperate they must have sounded. 

   He stopped, looking at you with a confused expression. 

   All you could do was stare back.  You hadn’t thought about what to say next.  All you knew was you didn’t want him to leave.  It has been so long since you’d been alone together.  You hadn’t realized how much you missed it until that moment. 

   “Do you want me to stay?” he asked, more for your benefit than his own. 

   You smiled gratefully.  “Yes.  Please.”

   He nodded and took a step back into the room. 

   Relief swept over you.  Feeling as if you now had permission to move, you stepped to the side of the room putting the remote and helmet back in their place.  You then closed the chest and took a seat on top of it.  Looking back at Wolffe, you patted the spot beside you as an open invitation. 

   He looked hesitant, but after a moment’s contemplation strided across the room and took a place beside you. 

   An awkward silence followed.  

   You could feel the tension radiating off of Wolffe. He placed himself as far away from you as he could.  His hands stayed in his lap to keep his shoulders from brushing against yours and his eye stayed straight ahead.

   You had hoped to talk to him about the kiss, about how much you’d missed him, and to find out if he had missed you.  But you were afraid to even come close to the subject now.  Just the slightest brush of your skin was liable to scare him away. 

   Maybe you had misinterpreted his feelings.  Perhaps he regretted the kiss and that was why he didn’t know how to act around you.  In a military setting you could easily slip into the roles assigned to you.  In private, it was hard to say what you were. 

   “Thank you for helping us,” you said, the pressure of silence becoming too much.  “We wouldn’t have been able to handle it without you.”

   Okay, that wasn’t entirely true.  Under normal circumstances you and the 309th were perfectly capable of handling a few squadrons of clankers on your own.  The problem was, you had been sent to Lothal on a relief mission.  

   You were often sent on relief missions, partially because of your limited experience as a General and because of your healing abilities.  You hadn’t expected the Separatist to come back for a second round.  While their task force was small, it was enough to overwhelm your small company as you were mainly occupied with keeping the civilians out of danger.  Rather than run the risk of even more death, you made a general call to all Republic ships asking for assistance.  Luckily, the 104st was close by and had nothing else better to do.   

   “You called for aid, we answered.  There’s nothing to thank,” Wolffe said, in his usual gruff tone. 

   “Well, I’m thanking you anyway. So, tough.”

   That at least earned you half a smile.  You’d take it. 

   “How have you been, I haven’t gotten the chance to ask,” you said, trying to keep up your momentum. 

   “Busy, so nothing unusual,” he answered.  “It’s been different without you.”

   “How so?”

    He was silent a moment, his face drawing a perfect blank.  It was unnerving how good a sabacc face the man had.  Even with your abilities, you had trouble reading him at times. 

   “More paperwork.  I think the men got used to having you patch them up.  They’re starting to realize there are actual consequences to punching droids.”

   You had a feeling that wasn’t all, but let out a short laugh anyway.  “To be fair, the 212th does make it look easy.” 

   Another silence followed, this one less awkward than the last. 

   “You did well today,” he said.

   There was an obvious effort to keep his tone neutral, but a subtle softness crept in anyway. A warmth bloomed in your chest at his words.

   “You and Master Plo did most of the heavy lifting,” you said, shyly. 

   He shook his head.  “You were able to recognize when you and your men needed help.  You’ve seen the pride other Generals have, it gets good men killed.  It gets themselves killed.”

   His throat tightened a moment, his words coming out more forcibly than before. “You did your job; you protected your men and the civilians.  Take the compliment.” 

   A sudden irk of frustration tugged at you. All you wanted to do in that moment was pull his face towards yours and make him look at you, just so you could have some clue what was going on inside his head. But, you kept your hands to yourself, crossing them over your chest for good measure.  

   “Okay, I will. Thank you, Commander,” you said, a little more shortly than you meant to.  

   He winced. “My apologies, General. Old habits.”

   You tried to hold on to the irritation but it was no use.  Anger wasn’t something you were accustomed to.  “It’s alright,” you said, before softly adding, “you don’t have to do that, you know.”

   “Do what?”

   “Pretend like rank matters between us.” 

   Something in the air shifted.  Rather than your words bringing the peace you hoped they would, you could feel the tension returning.  Wolffe’s back stiffened once more and a small ripple of something touched you through the force; the need to run. 

   “That’s where you’re wrong,” he said, solemnly. “Rank will always matter between us.”

   He stood suddenly, not daring to look at you.  “I should get back to my quarters.”

   He only made it a few steps before you followed. 

   “Wolffe, wait!”  

   You grabbed his hand.  It was so much bigger than you own, rough from battle, but utterly warm and inviting.  It was then you realized, you had never touched his bare hand before. However, you weren’t given time to enjoy it as Wolffe yanked out of your grip. 

   “Don’t,” he whispered, letting out a shaky breath.  “Please, just don’t.” 

   You stayed silent, holding perfectly still.  You waited for Wolffe to say something, do something.  But he stood there as well, frozen and unsure. 

   “I’m sorry,” you said.  “I didn’t…” You paused, trying to gather your thoughts but all that came from it was an even more tangled mess. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s just...I’ve missed you.”

   Another breath of silence and Wolffe’s shoulders finally loosened before turning to face you.  There was a gentleness to his gaze, something you rarely saw from him.  You wondered if he had shown it to anyone else but you. 

   “I’ve missed you, too.” 

   While the words themselves brought a relief, his tone held a sadness you couldn’t shake. 

   “Then why do I feel a “but” coming on?” 

   An ironic smile tugged at his lips.  “Reading my mind again, jetii’ika?”

   “Call it a feeling.”

   He huffed out a laugh before nodding in defeat. 

   “But,” he began, “no matter how much I’ve missed you, this has to be the last time we see each other.”

   A hand clenched around your heart, not in surprise or hurt at his words, but in recognition of their cold reality.

   “Why?” you said, unwilling to accept it.

   Another laugh came, mocking and harsh.  “Really? You’re asking me that?” 

   You stayed silent.  

   He shook his head, looking away. “Y/N, it took everything in me, to watch you go the first time. I thought, if I gave it enough time, I could get you out of my system. Do my duty like I’m supposed to. For a while, I thought I had. I thought you could just be a memory.  Someone I could forget.” A bitter smile pulled at his mouth. “And then I saw you again.” 

   He turned to you, resolve taking over his features. “I’ve got enough in me to let you walk away one more time.  That’s it.”

   You took a breath, letting his words sink in. Your heart hammered in your chest, knowing the risk that came with what you knew you had to say.

   “Who says I want to walk away?” 

   Wolffe stared at you, before slowly shaking his head. 

   “Don’t talk like that.”

   “Why not?” you challenged.

   “Because you’re you!” he snapped.

   You immediately stiffened.  Wolffe raised his voice sure, but in the heat of battle or at his own men, never at you.  

   He seemed to realize his mistake.  Tentatively, he took a step closer, finally closing the gap between you.

   You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.  You wanted to try to hold onto this anger.  If he was pushing you away, maybe that could make it easier.  But, the moment he placed his hands on your shoulders, the thought faded away.

   “Y/N, please look at me,” he said, titling his head down to catch your eyes.  You let him, turning your gaze to meet his.  His expression was a mix of admiration and melancholy. It was enough to make your chest ache.

   “You’re so good, Y/N,” he whispered. “You’re wise and kind and everything a Jedi should be. You can’t be anything else, just like I can’t stop being a soldier.” 

   His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. 

   “I won’t have you risking your future, not for me.”

   You knew what he was saying.  You heard the words and understood their intention.  It was how you had justified leaving in the first place. But it wasn’t enough, not anymore.

   “You talk as if I have no say in the matter.”

   Wolffe paused, pulling his hand reluctantly away. “Neither of us have a say.”

   “Yes we do.”

   “No we don’t,” he repeated, trying his best to keep his tone calm.  “Do you know what happens if we get caught?”

   “I get kicked out of the order and you get sent back to Kamino,” you answered, sharply. “Don’t treat me like a child who doesn’t understand the consequences of their actions.”

   Wolffe blinked, clearly taken aback by frustration and passion in your voice.    

   You took advantage of his shock, placing your hands on his chest and gripping the fabric of his shirt to keep him from pulling away. 

   “I’ve thought about this Wolffe,” you said, keeping your voice as clear as possible so there could be no doubt of the truth of your words. “I’ve thought about it practically since the moment I met you.  I’ve thought about every possible way this could end and I still want you, can’t you understand that?”

   Your hands slid further up his body until your arms were wrapped around his neck, bringing your forehead to his.

   “I want you,” you repeated, softly. “Do you want me?

   He let out a breath. “Yes.”

   You leaned closer, your lips a hair away from his. “Then have me.”

   Hands went to your waist, not to pull you closer, but to keep your body from completely pressing against his. 

   “I can’t.”

   He didn’t let go of you, even has his words tried to push you away.  There was only one thing left to do in your desperation.  You could only hope you wouldn’t regret it. 

   “Just for one night, then.”

   Wolffe didn’t say anything; a silent second that stretched on for a lifetime.

   “One night,” he repeated, before sealing the deal with a desperate kiss. 

   If it would only be for one night, neither of you would forget it. 

[humandisasterskywalker]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Touch-Starved, Hallucinations, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, No Beta We Die Like Clones Series: Part 6 of Whumptober 2021 Summary:

Whumptober 2021

Day 6 - TOUCH & GO

bruises / touch starved /hunger

"I’m happy knowing you are a hallucination Anakin, you don’t have to worry that my clarity about the situation will stop me from having them. I don’t mind. They give me someone to talk to.”

Obi Wan had been presumed dead. Anakin had to let him go, but he had never ever been able to truly give up hope. Part of him always hoped, always dreamed that he would find his Master. He never gave much consideration to the state that Obi Wan would be left in...

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.

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Anakin froze.

He glanced around. The city was quiet, nothing particularly out of the ordinary for a Mid Rim planet that had not been touched by the war.

Definitely not the kind of place where he would feel that.

Not that he ever thought that he would feel it again. He had accepted it. He had been forced into accepting that his Master was gone.

He had searched for so long that it was the only possible solution.

But then why had he just sensed Obi Wans force signature.

He reached up to where his Padawan braid should have been. Obi Wan should have been the one to cut that. Geonosis had robbed the order of so much, but it had robbed Anakin of a Master.

It couldn’t have been him.

It couldn’t.

But Anakin couldn’t help it.

He closed his eyes letting his breath even out and reached out with the force.

His mind pushed through the city passing over street after street, thousands of unremarkable sentients. Uninteresting signatures.

Disappointment washed over him. This is why he stopped. This is why he had forced himself into acceptance. He had stopped hoping because every disappointment was like losing Obi Wan all over again.

He began to withdraw when he felt it.

Just on the edges of his consciousness, like it had been deliberately hidden there was a spark.

A spark of familiarity.

It was faint but it was there. It had to be.

There was no way anyone could have such a similar signature to his Master. Obi Wan had been unique, even amongst the Jedi order. No one else in the galaxy could have such a similar impact on the force. Of that Anakin was certain.

He was moving before he realised it, the informant he was supposed to be meeting with gone from his mind. He was fixated on only one thing.

Obi Wan. Obi Wan was here.

The speeder bike he commandeered was old, sputtering and not going at anywhere near the speed he wanted it to. He ignored the traffic, swerving between the stationary and slow-moving land speeders and probably breaking every planetary traffic rule in the process.  But Anakin didn’t care. The signature was getting closer. Obi Wan was getting closer.

The buildings grew darker and more run down as he left the city centre, the streets growing more empty.

He stopped the speeder outside a warehouse. It was more than rundown. It was practically decrepit, several of the windows were broken and the roof looked like part of it had already collapsed.

Some street urchins began to creep towards him, before turning in the other direction when they caught sight of his lightsaber.

Good. They should be afraid. Everyone on this planet should be afraid of him, for keeping his Master from him. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. Those were not thoughts worth following. There would be no point finding his master again just to lose him by again by falling to the dark.

He pushed open the door, igniting his blade to light up the room.

The room was large but bare. Any of the old industrial equipment had been ripped out leaving it empty.

There was no sign of Obi Wan.

Anakin tried to fight off the rising tide of panic. He could sense Obi Wan, he had to be here. He had to.

He scanned the room looking for something, looking for anything that could give him an idea. Any clue as to where Obi Wan could be.

There. On the far wall, the door to the old supervisors' office was different. Shinier. Far too new for a building like this.

He moved to inspect it. Definitely newer.  The rest of the building had been unsecured with decaying manual locks on the doors and windows, the very embodiment of low-tech. This door however was the opposite. There was a complicated computer panel next to the door, grafted into the concrete of the floor and completely out of character with the rest of the building.

Anakin wished he had brought Artoo, rather than leaving him in his starfighter back on the ship. The astromech would have been able to slice it within minutes. He looked more closely at the panel. He probably could slice into it if given the time. And the patience.

Anakin drove his lightsaber through the door. He did not have the patience.

The door was heavy duty, but it wasn’t a blast door. It only took him a few minutes to cut an opening through the dura-steel.

He stepped through. The corridor beyond was dimly lit but that didn’t matter. Anakin could sense him strongly now. His Master was here.

His Master was alive!

Anakin rolled an industrial door aside and froze.

Obi Wan was sat slumped against the far wall. He looked up at the sound of the door and gave a small smile.

“So it is you who is visiting me today dear one.”

Obi Wans face was covered in bruises, his hair was wild and his beard had grown out of control. He didn’t look at all like the immaculately presented man he had always known.

But it was undeniable that it was him.

“Master! I…”

“You haven’t come to see me for a while Padawan. Qui-Gon has been the one who has visited me the most recently.”

“Master, but Master Jinn is… he’s dead.”

Obi Wan waved a dismissive hand. “Oh I know he’s not real, just like you aren’t but it is nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who isn’t one of them.”

“But Master I am real. It’s me. Anakin!”

Obi Wan narrowed his eyes.

“None of you have tried to convince me you were real in a while. I’m happy knowing you are hallucinations Anakin, you don’t have to worry that my clarity about the situation will stop me from having them. I don’t mind. They give me someone to talk to.”

Anakin was panicking again. He hadn’t considered the state Obi Wan would be in, single minded in his determination to find him that he had given no thought to the attention that he may need. If he had been suffering these sorts of hallucinations for such a long time… He would need to see a mind healer. And soon.

“Master look at me!” Anakin begged. “Do I look like I did the last time I saw you? Can’t you see I’m older? Why would you hallucinate that.”

Obi Wan looked unsure for the first time.

“You don’t have your braid.” He muttered. “Why don’t you have your braid?”

“I was Knighted by Master Yoda, we… we couldn’t find you. I-” Anakin's voice cracked. “I wanted to wait. I wanted you to do it, but we couldn’t find you.”

Obi Wan looked smaller like the world was closing in on him. His eyes darted around the room, frantic.

“You have always looked like you did on the last day I saw you when you have visited before. Why do you look older? Why?”

Anakin edged closer. “It really is me, Master. I swear.”

Obi Wan wasn’t listening to him. He was talking to himself quickly, trying to convince himself.

“They never come this close. They never touch. He won’t be able to touch. Don’t hope. It’s not real. You can’t hope.”

Anakin knelt down in front of him.

“Master. I am here.”

He reached forward.

The moment his hand touched Obi Wans face the man let out a sob.

He slumped forwards into Anakin's arms.

“It is you. It's really you.”

“I found you, Master!” Anakin felt tears on his cheeks. His words choked. “I always hoped. I always dreamed.”

“Never lost faith in you. My dear one. My Padawan. The best Padawan.”

“I’m sorry it took so long. I failed you.”

“You could never fail me Anakin.”  He ran his hand up through Anakin's hair, rubbing his hand where the braid used to be. “You’ve been Knighted. I’m glad. I wish I could have been the one to cut your braid.”

“I wanted you to be,” Anakin whispered. “It didn’t feel right. Master Yoda treated me well but it wasn’t you. It should have been you.”

“You honour me Anakin. You would have honoured me as a knight even if you never found me.”

Anakin felt Obi Wans grip tighten.

“You found me he” whispered. “You are truly here.”

“I won’t leave you again Master,” Anakin said. “I promise. You will never be left alone like this again.”

Obi Wans eyes closed. His conversation became incoherent again. “Found. They were never able to touch. Never before were they able to touch.” He squeezed Anakin's hand again.

“We’re going to get you back to the Temple Master. We’ll get you better. We’ll get you home.

“Home” Obi Wan agreed.

Anakin gathered him up in his arms. His master was light, far too light for a man who was only a couple of inches shorter than him. What had happened to him Anakin thought darkly.

He drove back to the ship as quick as he could. He didn’t let go of Obi Wan for a second, terrified that he would disappear the moment he did.

Obi Wan never let go of his hand.

[helbertinelli]

A Different Hope

Chapter 5 - The End

Leia felt an overwhelming sense of fear grip her as she entered the throne room. She looked around at everything as she had never seen the room before. It was usually her father who had to deal with Palpatine and never her. Leia and Vader stopped by the stairs leading up to the throne. Leia was looking over at Vader, trying to follow his lead in case she had to do anything. She figured he most likely dealt with the Emperor before and he knew what it was expected to do.

"Ah Lord Vader and Princess Organa." Palpatine smiled as he was greeting them. "I gave you a job to do Lord Vader, but I found out you have not been very good to keep to it." The Emperor continued. Leia was switching from looking at Vader and at Palpatine. "Maybe you're overdue for another lesson." He added, his creepy smile still plastered on his face.

Despite being scared of the situation she was in, part of Leia felt good about Vader finally being in trouble for once. Even though it came from the wrong place, there were finally some consequences for him.

As Palpatine readied himself to shoot lightning at Vader, he reacted quickly, igniting his lightsaber and trying to block the Emperor's attack. Leia gasped quietly, stepping back quickly as she was watching in shock the two men going against each other.

"You lied to me about Padme!" Vader growled. "I did not kill her. Our child did not die. I could have been with her instead of doing your bidding all these years." He took one step up the stairs leading to the throne and Palpatine shot another stream of lightning at him that kept him from advancing temporarily. "You knew about everything, didn't you? Why did you send me on this mission? Were you expecting me to kill her too like I did so many others? So you can reveal at the end that she was my daughter?" Vader asked as rage was flowing through his entire body.

Palpatine cackled at his statement. "I have to say I had no idea she was your daughter. But that would have been quite unfortunate for you to experience, Lord Vader." Palpatine pulled Vader's lightsaber out of his hands before resuming the lightning strikes. Vader fell to his knees, screaming in pain as the electricity was frying everything in his suit. "You will learn your place though." Palpatine stood up from the throne, levitating Vader with ease, and he started contorting his mechanical left arm and legs to the point where they were about to fall out of their sockets. As Vader fell to the floor, the lightning resumed and Vader's screams filled the room once more.

"No!" Leia shouted. She was trembling in fear at the sight of Vader being tortured. She hated him, but part of her knew he was not lying about her being his daughter. Just a moment ago he repeated that claim to Palpatine. She knew it had to be true. He was her father. As much as she hated him, she could not just sit by and watch him suffer and do nothing to stop it.

Palpatine laughed again at her plea, stopping his attack on Vader to look over at her. He enjoyed the terror he saw on her face, just as much as he enjoyed the same fear Vader gave off when Palpatine stopped attacking him. Vader was breathing shallowly, his breathing was raspy and sounded even more broken than before. He was relieved that the pain stopped, but he was more worried that Palpatine might hurt Leia for trying to interfere. The Emperor started cackling louder and he resumed his lightning attack on Vader, causing the Sith Lord to cry out in pain once again.

Leia hated this feeling of powerlessness, of feeling nothing but fear and not being able to do anything about it. "Stop!" She screamed. Her shriek was followed by a wave of Force born of her fear and anger at what she was witnessing. It slammed the Emperor back into the throne and it made him lose his concentration for the lightning bolts he was shooting out of his hands.

She looked in shock at what she just did. This was like nothing she had ever experienced before, but somehow it came naturally to her right now. Although the burst of Force was unintentional, she knew it would not be perceived as such. She took deep breaths, keeping her eyes on the body of the Emperor. She did not know what to expect or what will happen if he got up. When the Emperor seemed as if he wouldn't get back up, Leia turned towards Vader to make sure he was still alive.

"Da-..." She started but then screamed in pain. Palpatine was waiting for her to be distracted to get back up and punish her. He shot lightning through her body, laughing hysterically.

"Who knew you really were your father's daughter?" He cackled. "I could teach you to control it. You could be strong. You have so much potential. All you have to do is join me." Palpatine smirked, still torturing her and leaving her unable to respond.

"Nooo!" Vader yelled, his fear of Palpatine turning his attention to his daughter now realized. "You will not take her from me!" Vader growled, clutching Palpatine's throat in a Force choke. He squeezed his fingers together as Palpatine was clawing at his throat and Leia stopped being attacked.

"Leia, go!" Vader pleaded, but she stayed put, frozen in place by fear and pain. Vader continued his choke on Palpatine. Although he was not as powerful as he once was, his desire to save his child from the Emperor filled him with immense strength. In the end, Vader let go of Palpatine once he felt the Emperor's life force gone.

"Leia..." Vader turned to look at her once it was all over. He wanted to say more but his attack on Palpatine along with the torture he just experienced took a great toll on his body and he collapsed next to his daughter.

-- Chapter 6 - Twin Suns

Anakin woke up on the couch of his and Padme's apartment on Coruscant. His head was resting on Padme's lap and Leia, who was about three years-old this time, was sitting on his chest and watching cartoons.

"What happened?" Anakin asked groggily, looking up at his wife, who was playing with his hair.

"You fell asleep watching Bantha Tales with Leia." Padme smiled, pushing Anakin's hair out of his face and running her fingers through it.

Anakin stretched out on the couch, causing Leia to wobble slightly as she was trying to keep her balance on his chest. She looked over at Anakin, frowning at him for disturbing her. He smiled at her reaction.

"I'm sorry, baby." He wrapped his arms around her, sitting up slowly and kissing her cheek. Leia ignored him, her attention dedicated to her cartoons as she started to hum along to the theme song of Bantha Tales. Anakin couldn't help but smile again. Seeing his family together filled his heart with joy.

When Vader woke up from his dream, he found himself aboard his ship. He had new limbs installed and while he was still in pain, it was just the sort that he was forced to deal with everyday. His mask and costume were removed as they both got damaged during Palpatine's torture. He was connected to various machines that ensured he was kept alive and there were droids that were there to assist him.

"Thanks for saving me from the Emperor, Lord Vader." Leia said to him once she noticed he was awake. "We're on your ship, on Alderaan. I reassembled the limbs you've lost. We're even now." She explained dryly. "My father and some other senators are working on a new way to lead the Galaxy now that the Emperor is gone."

Vader listened to her. It hurt him that Leia would not accept him and that he was still Darth Vader in her eyes. He sighed quietly. There were so many things he wanted to tell her. He did not know if she would be willing to listen to it all, but he at least had to try to ask for her forgiveness before anything else.

"Leia... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you all these years, for trusting the Emperor. I'm sorry for what I did to our family. You and Padme deserved so much better." He looked at her, finally through his eyes rather than through the lenses of his mask. He felt his eyes stinging with tears as his words and his heart were filled with regret over everything that he did and over missing out on everything that could have been. His voice was not distorted by his mask anymore and he was glad to use his own voice too to speak to her.

Leia sighed before taking a deep breath and looking over at her father. She wanted to yell at him, to throw his apology right back at him and chew him out about how it will never be enough to make up for all the pain he has caused not just her, but to everyone else in the Galaxy too. She had no more interest in fighting with him, though. His time was over and thanks to him, Palpatine was no more and the Empire was soon to share the same fate as its Emperor. Seeing him without him mask made Leia realize who Vader really was. He was not some threatening Sith Lord anymore. He looked like a regular man, a man who was hurt and sad. She could see parts of his face still resembling Anakin, but mostly she was glad that he looked nothing like the man she knew to be her biological father. That way she could still love Anakin without having to forgive Vader.

"Please forgive me, my daughter." Vader repeated, noticing the pained look on Leia's face. It broke his heart that he was not be able to help her in any way, that he could not take her pain away, that he could not make her happy.

Leia stood up, taking one last look at him before exiting his chamber and his ship.

Vader became overcome with tears as Leia left. He knew he lost her too. He was not certain that he ever had a chance of getting back to her, but he still had a sliver of hope that she would forgive him in the end and they could be a family. That remnant of hope was all gone now, though and his wails filled the ship. He was truly alone now. For the first time in his life, he realized he was truly alone. He had no more family and even Palpatine was gone this time. There was no one left but himself and the few droids that were looking after him.

He shut his eyes, still sobbing loudly when he felt a pair of hands touch his face. He felt someone pressing her forehead to his and her lips onto his. He opened his eyes to look at the woman standing in front of him.

"I'm never letting you go, Ani. You'll always have me." Padme spoke softly, caressing his face.

"She’s gone." He sniffled, drawing quick breaths as he tried to stop himself from crying. "I couldn't fix it, Padme. She hates me." His tears started again at the mention of Leia hating him.

"She'll come around. She is our daughter and deep down she cares about you too. She's headstrong like her father, but she has your kind heart too." Padme wrapped her arms around him when Vader pulled himself loose from the vertical platform where he was reassembled and he fell to his knees. "Leia isn't our only child. She has a twin brother, Luke." He looked up at her when she revealed that last part.

"We had twins?" He asked, his voice trembling. He felt both pain and happiness. Our family would have been so beautiful, he thought to himself. "Where is Luke?" He asked Padme. "Do you think he'll want me in his life? Do you think he'll want to forgive me?"

"Of course he will. And Leia will, too." She reassured, holding her husband in an embrace. "Take her with you, to Luke. He's on Tatooine."

That night, in the Organa household, Leia recounted to Bail the events that happened while Vader was her bodyguard. She had already told him that Vader was the one who killed Palpatine, but she purposefully left out the details of her being related to Vader. Now she decided it was time to tell him everything.

Although Bail knew the story of Leia being the daughter of Anakin who then turned to the dark side and only existed as Darth Vader, he still listened to his daughter tell her story. When she finished talking, Bail pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss onto her forehead. It was now his turn to reveal the rest of her story and tell her the complete story of Anakin and Padme from when he first met them until the moment Leia came home with him and her brother was sent with Obi-Wan to Tatooine.

Leia was surprised to hear she had a brother, a twin nonetheless. She was sad that they had to be separated and while she understood their reasoning for it, she was still not happy that she had to grow apart from her twin brother.

"I need to go find him. He needs to know too." She told her father and Bail agreed with her.

"I cannot come with you, but you can take C-3PO and R2-D2. They will be good traveling companions. And I will make sure you have everything you need." He smiled as Leia threw her arms around him and hugged him.

The next day, Vader showed up to the Organa residence just as Leia was packing for her journey to Tatooine.

"What do you want?" Leia frowned at the sight of him. She threw some more clothes in a suitcase, before walking back to her closet to grab others.

"Leia..." He spoke her name as softly as he could. Saying her name brought him comfort, it reminded him of his time with Padme, of the time when he believed he still could be with her and their children. "I have found out that you have a twin brother, Luke. He's on Tatooine. I need you to come with me to him. Please." He pleaded to her.

She raised her brows in surprise at his new demeanor. Leia stood silent for a while, considering her options. She did not trust Vader still, but she knew he would not try to hurt her. She was not sure how Luke would react to him, though and she decided that Luke should not have to face Vader alone. Leia knew it was probably futile to try to convince Vader not to go after his son, so she decided not to try that. She knew if she left now, he would follow and there is a chance of him finding Luke first, which she did not want happening.

"Fine. I will come with you, but I have some demands." Leia spoke, trying to sound more official than before while she finished packing. Vader nodded in agreement. "My droids will come with me, too. You cannot hurt anyone at all while I am there. I get to talk to Luke alone before you do. And you have to take both of us back to Alderaan after we find him."

"You have my word." Vader promised before taking one look at the droids, the same ones who once belonged to him and his wife.

"Well, then let's not waste any more time." Leia reached to grab her suitcase, but Vader grabbed it for her first. She looked at him, frowning at first, but then decided to let it go and allow him to help her. She walked with him towards his ship, the two droids were following behind them. He made sure to walk slower than usually so that she would not have to struggle to keep up with him, since she was much shorter than him. Leia kept looking over at him while they walked. She thought about many things. She was wondering how the journey will go for the three of them. She was worried Luke might not like her or even want to leave his current home. She knew she most likely would not leave Alderaan if anyone asked her to. She was also worried about Vader and how going to find Luke together will make her see him differently.

"You could pilot." Vader said to her once they got on the ship. He remembered the times when he was a Padawan and the joy it brought him when he was allowed to pilot. He did not know much of what Leia liked, but he figured that her being a Skywalker meant she also liked flying. He loved flying and even Padme was a great pilot even though she did not spend most of her time aboard a ship.

"Me?" She asked, taken by surprise by his request.

"Yes, if you want to."

"I wasn't that great during my practice lessons." She warned, feeling a bit embarrassed to have to admit that to Vader.

"That's not a problem. I'll help if things go bad." He assured.

"Why do you want me to pilot?" She raised her brow, looking at him. She knew he was trying to get close to her, but she also really wanted to fly. It did not happen too often that she had the chance to fly and her last instructor told her she should never be allowed to fly after Leia let the ship spin out of control before crashing it belly-up above the balcony of the Organa home.

"This was originally your mission, so you should fly." Vader answered. She nodded, not willing to tell him that she would have asked R2 or Threepio to pilot instead. She took the pilot seat while Vader sat next to her.

"Okay, R2, give us a course to Tatooine." She asked as the astromech beeped happily and plugged himself in to the ship's controls to chart a course for them. With their coordinates ready, Leia lifted the ship and took off towards Tatooine.

--

Notes:

- I might write one-shots about Leia and Vader’s adventures while on the “road“ to Tatooine. And maybe I’ll write the story where they meet Luke. I have some more ideas of Vader teaching her a bit about the Force and even the two of them talking about the Force. Maybe Leia asking Vader to break some of the promises he’s made to her before the journey. I even thought about writing a funny one where Leia gets a crush on someone they meet and Vader is like “panik!“

- Leia will eventually come to terms that Vader is her dad and that he can change and be good again.

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Chapter 1 - Her Eyes / Chapter 2 - Dreams

Chapter 3 - Anakin and Padme / Chapter 4 - The Ghosts of Polis Massa

[lifblogs]

Angstpril 2021: Day 13 - "You LIED to me."

Unwilling Assassin

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Padmé’s hand quivered as she held the small knife to Anakin’s throat. She could barely see, tears blurring her vision.

Oh gods, oh Force, this—this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This was her husband, the father of her children, but for nearly a year she’d seen a change taking hold in him, a change that she couldn’t be a part of.

He grasped her hand, and despite how familiar that hand was to her, she jumped. He brought the knife closer, looking only at her.

“Do it,” told her, sounding so sure of himself. When Padmé found that she couldn’t move, had been completely frozen, he yelled, “Do it!”

She jumped back at his suddenly loud voice, at the pain and anger in it. But at looking upon his face, for a few moments she saw the man she’d married, that little boy she’d met on Tatooine. Ani.

“P-please, Anakin, I can’t. You’re breaking my heart.”

He reached for her, and she stepped away. Without meaning to, she put a protective hand over her swollen belly. Anakin’s newly-yellow gaze traveled there.

“You think I’d harm our baby?” he snarled.

“I don’t know what you would do! You’ve been lying to me, keeping—keeping all these dark things locked away.”

“At least I wasn’t conspiring behind your back to have you killed! You lied to me!"

“I had to! You know what you are!” she screamed at him. “You’re—you’re what you swore to never be. I had to do it, for the safety of the Republic.”

“I’m doing this for the Republic.”

Padmé shook her head, backing away towards her ship. Oh Force, she was a coward. She couldn’t do it, she just couldn’t do it. But the least she could do would be to escape, help foster that rebellion she’d slowly been building.

“You destroyed the Republic. With the help of the Chancellor—”

“I brought justice!”

A sob left Padmé, and she asked, “Is killing younglings justice? If told to do so, would you have killed our child? Have killed me?”

He stepped closer. “Padmé—”

“No, stay back!”

“I would never hurt you.”

“You are hurting me. I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“I’m your husband! I love you!” he argued, face suddenly darkening, contorting with rage.

Padmé stopped breathing when he grabbed the hilt of his lightsaber. That was when she dropped the knife. She didn’t know how to be a diplomat in this situation. How could she be while confronting the evil thing that had used to be her husband? He still had been, for mere moments, and that was why she hadn’t been able to kill him.

And this person in front of her, part of him was so familiar, but maybe that was all in the past.

Just let go, she told herself. You have to let go.

But she couldn’t. She was carrying this man’s child, for Force’s sake! How could anyone let go of that?

After a few tries of opening and closing her mouth and nothing coming out, Padmé eventually said, voice quavering, “You decided to not be my husband from the first moment you became a Sith. And look at yourself! What are you going to do? Kill me?”

“I would never!”

“Then put the lightsaber away.”

“Padmé, please!”

“Put the lightsaber away!”

All of Padmé’s world ceased to make sense as the blade ignited and he charged at her. Suddenly, there was a whoosh of air as someone jumped over her, flipping. Obi-Wan landed before, his own lightsaber intercepting Anakin’s.

“You will not harm her, Anakin,” he declared.

She wanted to ask Obi-Wan how the hell he’d ended up on Mustafar with them, but there was no time as a vicious duel began, and she didn’t have proper training to intervene.

Shaking her head, she retreated to the ship. She hadn’t just lied to Anakin. She’d lied to herself in thinking she could kill him. Even now, she couldn’t. Part of her hoped that Obi-Wan would be able to do it for her, and she hated herself for that thought.

Too in shock to even beg them to stop, she sat down on the ramp, a hand over her mouth as she watched brothers try to kill each other.