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for mia (hope you enjoy Ya Nasty)

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Jedi-isms

What Jedi say: Emotions lead down a dark path.

What Jedi mean: Calm your tits before you hurt somebody.

What Jedi say: The Force shall reveal the time for action.

What Jedi mean: Nah.

What Jedi say: I sense darkness in you.

What Jedi mean: Hey, asshole.

What Jedi say: The Force works in mysterious ways.

What Jedi mean: That's the worst question I've ever heard.

What Jedi say: I will meditate on your words.

What Jedi mean: Go fuck yourself.

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Obi Wan sighed as his sleepy looking former padawan looked up at him. He settled down slightly and brought his thumb up to swipe across Anakin’s jaw. He considered for a moment just letting it drop, but he probably wouldn’t want to discuss it any more the next morning. His gaze fell to Anakin’s arm as it went around his waist. “Anakin,” he murmured, hand dropping to the younger man’s arm. “You kissed me.”

Anakin was already exhausted and letting sleep pull at him without putting up much of a fight at all when he heard Obi-Wan speak. “Hm?” He didn’t open his eyes at first, but the insistence with which his name was repeated finally got him to look up blearily at him. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying to get them to focus. “What is it?” The words were slurring together slightly already. He didn’t want to have a discussion now, he wanted to hold on to him and sleep. It had been a difficult day, but if Obi-Wan was going to insist, he knew there wouldn’t be much he could do to stop him. He shifted closer to him, his arm going back around the other’s waist, and he yawned widely. “Can it wait til morning?” he mumbled, not holding out much hope at all.

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I need you to come back to me. I need you to believe me. It’s me. It’s me. I just need you to come back. I love you.

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“I do know the code,” he murmured, turning back towards her enough to set his eyes on her. This entire conversation was making him increasingly uncomfortable and he wished he had never said anything to begin with, but he had and there was no going back now. “I have... I don’t know how many times I’ve meditated on it and it has done nothing.” He sighed and looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry. This is my problem. I shouldn’t have tried to make it yours.”

“ Why? ” 

The softness turned into a demand, fueled by the frustration at herself for her own feelings, though she was loathe to admit it. She watched him as he turned away, folding her arms across herself as though doing so could barricade her feelings from him. “ Why say something like that? What does it matter if I feel the same way – ” she shouldn’t have said that “ – or if I don’t? ” she added quickly.

“ You know the Code. ”

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It didn’t take long for Qui Gon to get to the hospital. He greeted the happy twins and then gave Padme a bright smile. “I’m glad to see you awake, Padme,” he said, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Now, let me get these two out of your hair...” Luke and Leia scrambled off the bed, both going on about what ice cream they wanted. He stopped and crouched down to their height and whispered something to them, making both of the twins move back over to the bed. They kissed Padme on the cheek and Leia spoke softly, “We’ll see you later, mommy.”

They hurried back over to their grandfather as Obi Wan walked to the bed. He waved goodbye to the twins and then sat down on the edge, focusing his attention full on Padme. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t think that the-” He frowned and reached for her hand. “I’m so glad you’re awake.” He moved closer to her as he brushed his thumb against the back of her hand. “Don’t worry if I’m okay. Worry about if you’re okay.”

Padme kept watching the kids as Obi Wan left the room, overwhelmed by his words and stories and the way they had so much energy when she felt so very weak. She had missed so much that she couldn’t help when her eyes got watery but she took a deep breath and-thankfully-Obi Wan walked back in before she’d scare them even more. 

Brushing Leia’s hair softly she nodded and smiled, “We’ll get ice cream whenever I can leave the hospital,” she promised pecking the top of her head and setting her arm around Luke who was leaning against her as well. 

She had so many questions. Not only about her healt but about them, what happened, how Obi handled having twins out of the blue by himself, how he managed his practice, Qui Gon… Anakin’s burial… Her parents… Would they still be alive? Could she handle asking about them right now? No. Not when two toddlers that were technically hers seemed so eager to be with her. 

Looking up at Obi Wan when the kids were too busy hugging her she mouthed, “are you okay?” guessing that the answer was no. Maybe she shouldn’t have woken up. Maybe he didn’t want her to. Maybe he blamed her for Anakin’s death, for tossing the babies his way and ruining his life.

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It was cold going back into the rain after leaving the convenience store behind and Obi Wan walked at Padme’s side to the motel down the block. His thoughts kept running as they walked. He knew that they didn’t have enough money to get more than one hotel room and it would be incredibly inappropriate for them to stay in the room together. It was one thing to be at the camp with the kids, but alone? That wasn’t a good idea.

Still, it wasn’t as if they had another choice. And...maybe he could just sleep on the floor. He walked into the main building. He frowned slightly at the water dripping off of the both of them and turned to look at the woman behind the counter. “Uh, hello,” he said a bit awkwardly. “Could we rent a room?”

“Landlines. Right,” Padme shook her head internally screaming for being so damn silly. “The camping has a landline. I think I have the number on my phone,” but she had no signal and it was night and they were drenched so she wouldn’t check it now. 

“I’m not worried about Benjamin–he’s–He’s very good, he’ll be a very good leader soon. I just–It’s my first camp with them and rain is always a bitch. I should be with them.” 

Heading towards town was somewhat faster than venturing into the woods and they made it just in time–the shop was nearly closed and the old man behind the counter greeted them happily. “No I’m sorry, the landline is down–phone company was meant to fix it last week but ya know,” he apologized handing over a couple of shirts for them. “There’s a little motel not two blocks away, I’m sure they have room for ya.”

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[text] The red and black one?

[text] That is just unfair.

[text] It’s cold, you should come keep me warm

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[text] And what if I don’t want to wander out into the snow :p

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Obi Wan smiled brightly. “You’re pregnant?” He stepped up to her and cupped her jaw in his palms. “You’re really pregnant?” he breathed out.

❝ I think it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. ❞

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“When have you known me to care about bad luck?”

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“Your people will have no leader if you do not quit being so stubborn!” He felt his temper rising quickly, so he took a deep breath and found himself wondering why she always got such a quick rise out of him. “My master and I know what needs to be done.”

“That’s the least romantic thing anyone has ever said to me…”

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“It wasn’t intended to be romantic.”

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“Of course,” he murmured. “I promise that I will help him and I’ll...still be me.” He took a heavy breath and then kissed her forehead, barely managing to keep the tears from falling from his eyes. “But I cannot agree that this isn’t my fault. He came after you because of me.”

"Goodbye, my almost lover."

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“Shh…Satine, you’re going to be fine.” The shake in his voice revealed that he wasn’t so sure of that.

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Obi Wan held her tightly to him, wanting to sooth her. “It’s okay,” he said, gently kissing the top of her head. “You know I’ll do anything for you.. Including rushing here whenever you need me.”

[text] Could you please just do me this one favor?

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[text] Of course. What is it?

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Obi Wan’s brow furrowed as she reacted so strongly to what he said. “It... Well, when the second movie starts, it’s ten years after the first, so Anakin’s about nineteen, I think? And I think he wore you down?” He shrugged and gave her a slightly uncomfortable smile.

“Palpatine began twisting him early on, pulling on his insecurities and his worries.” He gave her a slightly confused look when she said Ben, but he relaxed soon enough. “I’m sure he will.” He finally released her hand. “If you want to watch them...” He shrugged a little. “I’m pretty sure Rose hasn’t worn out the discs just yet.”

Padme listened, her brows furrowing more with each word that came out of his mouth, a feeling of utter disgust and outrage filling her. “That is completely absurd! Anakin is a nothing but a boy. I would never–” she huffed taking a hold of the mug in her hand, eyes moving away from him towards the caf and his hand in hers. 

“Anakin is a good padawan and–he wouldn’t turn,” there was a hint of hesitation in her voice and knowing what she knew now, knowing who Palpatine was… she feared for what would happen to his master. “That can’t happen in my… And I can’t go back. All I can do is hope that Ben realizes soon enough.”

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“I don’t believe in the Empire- I don’t believe in Palpatine. He’s out of his mind, but that doesn’t mean that I agree with the Republic.” His eyes narrowed on her. “The Republic is broken, the Jedi have been corrupted, and I will not fall with either of them.”

“You need to calm down and rest. You’re so heatsick, you’re not thinking straight.”

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“I am not heatsick simply because I’m saying things you don’t want to hear.”

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“I know,” he said, straightening back up and continuing down the street, ignoring the gaze of anyone near them. “And I do adore that about you.”

“Could you please walk with me? I don’t feel safe here- too many alphas around…”

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Obi Wan’s brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded. “Of course.” He offered her his arm. “I won’t let you get hurt.”

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Obi Wan had felt more than a little guilty going through with the plan to fake his death without informing any of his closest friends. Still, he knew his duty to to the Order and he knew that it was best for as few people as possible to know about his mission. And he also knew that his funeral needed to look real. That meant keeping Anakin, Ahsoka, Padme, and Satine from knowing what was going on.

Now, he needed to deal with the repercussions.

He knew that once Satine learned the truth, she would need to confront him about it all and he deserved it, he deserved all of it. And when he learned from Padme that she was, in fact, on her way to Coruscant, he mentally prepared himself to meet her when she arrived. He needed to see her, to explain things, and to make sure she didn’t...despise him.

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Satine didn’t know what to think standing there at the funeral. She hadn’t been really able to process anything since Anakin had told her Obi Wan was dead. She had grieved for him in her own way she supposed. She put on a strong face on Mandalore. But now that she was here watching his body burn, she couldn’t help but sob. It hurt too much to think that he was gone. That he would never be there to rescue her or come to her aid should she call him.

It had been almost two weeks since Obi Wan had died. Sitting on her throne on Mandalore listening to her ruling council argue was not helping. She quickly dismissed them without a thought. She retired to her chambers quickly not wanting anyone to see her crying again. She was in the middle of crying when she received a message from Padme. Upon finishing that message she became angry very quickly. Oh she was so ready to kill Obi Wan. She knew it was his job, but still. She quickly sent a com back to Padme saying she would be going to Coruscant. She needed to see him for herself. She quickly changed out of her usual attire for a more comfortable one. She went to her ship and climbed aboard. Her personal guards accompanying her.