suspense

Moddy, know you’ve done blind!Obi and AnakinsPadawan!obi but I was wondering if you could maybe do blind!Obi as Anakins Padawan? Ps. I love your writing!

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Anakin Skywalker does not want a new padawan.

He does not need a new padawan.

He had a padawan.

She’s gone now, due to the council and the Senate and even Palpatine, a man that Anakin had always thought he could trust to help him out.

But Palpatine hadn’t helped Anakin’s padawan, even after Anakin had gone to the man and practically begged him and yet, despite knowing that he could, Palpatine had not helped Ahsoka. Anakin knew that he could.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew how much power the Chancellor had been steadily getting throughout the war, emergency protocols put into place.

He could have helped.

Then Anakin would still have his padawan and the idea of a new one would not be necessary.

He understood that Qui-Gon couldn’t help, the man was the maverick of the Jedi order for a reason, the council listening to Qui-Gon properly was as likely as Anakin growing wings.

And to be fair to the council, the Senate had involved itself in the proceeding.

After that it had all become a shit show anyhow, the Senate and politicians were never considerate to the Jedi, all of their efforts to reach out were usually brushed aside, requests for information denied, for more lenient actions…

Anakin hated politicians.

Not even Padme had properly helped, the Jedi had so little influence in the Senate. ‘I thought she fought for those who couldn’t fight themselves.’ Anakin thought bitterly as he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew that Ahsoka hadn’t made the situation any better by running away but she was young and scared and he understood her better than he understood Padme.

The situation was making cracks appear in their relationship, Padme knew he was angry with her.

In the end, only one person had really helped Ahsoka, Ventress.

Ventress had been the only one to truly, honestly help Ahsoka.

And with the lack of aid and trust, Ahsoka had left.

Anakin no longer had a padawan.

‘So why does the Force lead me to you every day?’ Anakin glanced up through his bangs, leaning back against the tree trunk as he watched the boy in Initiate clothing sitting by one of the many rivers of the Rooms of a Thousand fountains.

He was a near human or maybe even baseline human of maybe twelve or closer to thirteen from what Anakin could tell, bright copper hair tied back in a small nerf tail and pale skin that were covered in freckles from sun exposure. A cute button nose and a smiling mouth but the most drawing feature were the boys eyes.

Because he had a bright pink scar, crossing straight over his pale green, unfocused eyes.

And Anakin recognized the type of scar, carrying several himself.

It was a lightsaber scar.

The boy had been blinded by a lightsaber at some point of his life.

The Force had been consistently leading him to the boy for several days now.

In the commissary, in the salle, in the halls, hell, even the one time Qui-Gon got him to volunteer down in the creche to get his mind off things, the Force had drawn him to the boy.

And now in the large gardens of the temple.

It should have been improbable for Anakin to come over the boy, as large as it was, the boy could have been anywhere and yet, here he was, sitting with his leggings rolled up to his knees, his feet in the river and a cane resting over his lap.

He seemed content, swirling his feet in the water slowly but…

He was all alone.

‘Why is he all alone? Where are his friends?’ Anakin swallowed a bit. He knew that many padawans were unfortunately out in the front but they tried not to send too young padawans out. He and Ahsoka and Depa and Caleb were one of the exceptions, not the norm.

So where was this boy’s friends?

Tightening his arms over his chest, staring at the boy, Anakin breathed out slowly as the Force practically pulled on his tunic, whispering furiously. “…Fine, fine you win. I’ll talk to him at least.” The Force instantly turned smug much to Anakin’s annoyance as he pushed from the tree and made his way towards the boy.

‘Why did I have to be a Force child? Annoyingly loud, that’s what you are.’ He inwardly complained, keeping his steps light but enough to make noise, not wanting to scare the boy.

The crunch of leaves alerted the boy about four meters away form him and he turned his head, sightless eyes curious as they flickered in Anakin’s direction. “Hello there.” The boy chirped.

Anakin’s lips twitched slightly.

He knew the kind of impression he left of in the Force, it could be hard on even masters sometimes to have to do with him. This youngling however seemed unbothered and unafraid. “…Hello there youngling. What’s your name?” He questioned, coming to stop by the boys side.

Peering up at him with those sightless eyes, the boy gave a guileless smile. “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Sliding to his knees beside the boy, Anakin stared at him. “…Hello there, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He whispered, ignoring the Force triumphing in his mind.

Anakin Skywalker hadn’t wanted another padawan.

And then he meet Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Does Obi wan live please I need to know? (kybertears)

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Watching the healer sitting at Obi-Wan’s bedside on a comfy chair, the chair having been brought in when it became clear a healer had to be at his side at all times, Anakin swallowed thickly against the bile gathering in his throat.

Obi-Wan was dying, would be dead if it wasn’t for the healer currently at his side as she continued to pretty much feed Obi-Wan energy, Anakin looked to his side as council member Depa came to a halt at his side.

They had rescued Obi-Wan days ago, Cody had managed to get the 212th to rush with Helix to the area Obi-Wan was being kept, all the while speaking with the medic over the comm lines to shut down the machine pumping Obi-Wan’s blood.

And while Anakin had desperately tried to hold onto Obi-Wan’s life signature with the Force and the limited amount of healing he knew, the stopping of the bloodletting machine had helped tremendously.

Helix arriving with a hoverstretcher had also been a blessing, the man being prepared and therefore having a bag full of hyposprays and tools. The medic had only briefly paused when he had seen his General before springing into motion, fire in his eyes and curses on his lips.

And that wasn’t a shock.

Every time Anakin closed his eyes, he could see Obi-Wan behind his eyelids.

The legless, pale as death man with blue lips and blackened eyes hanging limply in the harness, arms hanging up purely by the manacles, as if Obi-Wan didn’t have the power to hold them himself.

His hair and beard had lost their luster, the tresses hanging limp and messily, as if they had lost life and yet also matted with dried blood. His tunic splattered with blood from his split open lip and brow that had long ago scabbed over with the sight of still wet blood in his beard along with snot and tear residue.

And on the floor, the sight of a hundred scattered kyber crystals, laying on the floor in the colors of the rainbow, echoing with cold despair.

“Has there been any progress?” Depa finally asked tentatively, eyes focused on Obi-Wan’s limp body.

Shaking his head, Anakin swallowed thickly. “None, they keep switching out healers to keep him alive that can use healing crystals. And my presence helps.” The tattooine native murmured quietly, stepping closer with Obi-Wan’s body started twitching, reaching out into the Force to sooth at Obi-Wan as best he could.

In the three days since his rescue, Obi-Wan had been hovering between life and death. His stumps had been treated as had the rest of his injuries.

But for some reason, despite looking better since his wounds were healed, he remained unconscious and weak, his breathing shallow and his dull skin clammy and chilled.

He just wouldn’t heal it seemed.

He still seemed anemic.

But no one could say WHY, despite Obi-Wan getting blood transfusions and bacta to heal what had been done to him.

They were loosing hope, Anakin was loosing hope.

They couldn’t keep doing this, just ‘feeding’ Obi-Wan energy to ensure he would continue living.

“He’s breathing on his own, his heart pumps blood on its own but its… its like he’s loosing the will to live?” Anakin whispered out shakily, running his hand through his hair.

Numbly, he felt the chalacta councilor rest her hand on his shoulder. “There is… nothing the healers can do?” Depa questioned, audibly confused and Anakin could see her from the corner of his eyes, staring at Obi-Wan.

“There is no reason for him to die. He’s not in shock, he’s not being drained, he doesn’t have blood loss and yet his body is shutting down. His organs would have shut down long ago if…” The blond shook his head again, his curls bouncing around his head.

There was a pause.

A long one.

Finally, Anakin just swallowed thickly. “What’s going on outside the temple?” He inquired. Having been stuck in the Halls, he had no idea what was going on.

Depa breathed out heavily. “Chaos, the rest of the council on Coruscant is dealing with it and the troopers are guarding the temple but…” She shook her head and then gave him a tight smile. “But you don’t have to concern yourself with it, Mace and us will deal with it. What you must concern yourself with is Obi-Wan…”

Hand dropping from his shoulder as Anakin stepped forward, moving to the bed to grasp Obi-Wan’s cold hand in his, Depa stepped away, leaving the way she had come with the door quietly snapping shut behind her.

Electronics had been banned from Obi-Wan’s room to not disturb the flow of the Force, so regularly, one of the council members or a master sent by them came to check on the situation.

In case Obi-Wan passed away.

The prospect terrified Anakin and made him wish he had drawn out Palpatine’s death.

And made him realize that if Obi-Wan passed, if he died, he would never forgive Padme for separating them, even though she couldn’t have known what would happen.

And he would never forgive himself for breaking his promise to keep Obi-Wan safe.

Settling down on the bed, glancing to the healer to check if he had disturbed her, Anakin breathed out when she just continued breathing steadily with her hand settled on Obi-Wan’s chest, crystal in her other hand.

The door opened again and like clockwork, the next visitor arrived, Cody arriving in his uniform.

The trooper looked like he hadn’t slept, just like last time he visited and he saluted quietly before staring at Obi-Wan, neither Jedi or commander saying a word.

After what felt like five minutes of the two just staring at Obi-Wan, Cody broke the silence of the room. “…General Skywalker… I haven’t had the time to speak to the council about… the cell.” Cody murmured.

Looking away from Obi-Wan, holding onto his hand even as he was terrified the other would pass when he wasn’t watching, Anakin raised his brow at the other. “Mmmn?”

Reaching into his belt pouch, Cody withdrew something from his pocket, a vial that echoed oddly in the Force to him as Anakin blinked curiously at it.

“I have no idea what this is bu-” Cody held the vial between forefinger and thumb, disturbing the lid of it ever so slightly as he spoke but wasn’t allowed to finish speaking, because the moment Anakin laid eye on the unnatural thing in the vial with the lid ever so slightly opened now, he gave a full body spasm and retched violently, dropping Obi-Wan’s hand as he fell off the bed and covered his mouth.

His entire screamed wrong, wrong, wrong! And he could barely hear Cody give a startled little shout as Anakin tried to deal with the sight of that.

On the bed, something far worse happened as Obi-Wan eyes snapped open, visible only for a moment before they rolled into the back of his head until only the white was showing, Obi-Wan wheezing as he went into seizures.

“GET THAT OUT OF HERE!”

I love Mersong!! 💕 It’s so good so far(even if it’s only 2), may I ask what does Obi-Wan see/think of Anakin?

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Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what he had expected when someone had answered him out in the void.

He hadn’t expected the person to be so… golden.

Yes, that was the word for the other mer despite the dark blue scales and purple bioluminescence, the latter sending excitement through Obi-Wan’s soul.

But the stranger, the alpha he could confirm by the smell coming on the flow of the water, was golden for sure, from their sun tanned skin to the glow of their curls in the flow of the water, sun catching the light purple bioluminescent and night blue scales the man had.

There was a fierce scar splitting the right eyebrow and down the cheek and Obi-Wan itched to know where the other mer had got it from.

A battle with another mer?

Caught in by humans?

Or maybe just a normal accident?

Fair be, Obi-Wan had his own scars on his skin from all three things.

Another thing he hadn’t expected either was for them to be so young.

They couldn’t be more than a year or two into their mating years and it was enough to make Obi-Wan nervous.

He wasn’t an old omega by any chance but neither was he an old one and the prospect of rejection, even as he chirped in greeting to this approaching mer, was sending his heart thundering.

He wasn’t sure he could handle another rejection so close to the first one, even from a stranger and he grasped his kelp bag tightly with his hands, swallowing thickly even as Obi-Wan managed to keep up a nervous smile.

“Hello there.” He finally got out once the blond was close enough for them both to properly eye each other down and great waves beneath, he really was young and oh, so golden and Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip hard.

Golden skin from sun, golden hair, frills of blue around his ears making them almost seem pointed, heaven blue eyes and a powerful tail built for speed as much as power.

The alpha was leaner than Obi-Wan but larger too, it was an interesting sight, it reminded Obi-Wan of Satine ever so slightly but the other was larger than her at the same time.

Obi-Wan had always been a more compact mer, as a pup it had brought him teasing from Bruck, as it had made Obi-Wan chubby but while Bruck had been cold during the freezing time of the ocean, Obi-Wan had been warm and drawn others in due to that warmth.

The fat kept him warm, just like a seal.

“Hello.” The alpha returned, eyes flickering over Obi-Wan, blue eyes warm and approving despite the wariness lingering ever so slightly and something in Obi-Wan eased at that. Of course, that was why he had gone silent.

A strange mer, calling out into the void?

Could have been anything, Obi-Wan had heard some mers mimic mating calls to attack others but when he was calling out himself, that wasn’t on his mind.

‘Gosh, I’m really that desperate, huh?’ He couldn’t help but flush, even as he tried to flare his fins and frills, wanting to show off the strength and hopeful beauty of his tail.

The action drew the attention of the other, blue eyes tracing the frills along Obi-Wan’s tail with an approving, interested gaze before the mer darted forward, closing the last few meters between them in one, impressive tail sweep that left them face to face finally.

“Hello, I’m Anakin.” The mer stated, smiling with the sun in his hair and his eyes curving warmly.

‘Sweet ocean currents.’ Obi-Wan wondered if this was what some mers meant when they said their stomachs were full of krill, smiling besottedly at Anakin. “I’m Obi-Wan.” He returned.

Anakin’s smile widened and that was it, Obi-Wan was lost to that smile.

What more was there to say than he was lost to that smile.

So in mer song, what happens when Obi meets the mysterious mer who was calling back to him?

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There’s an omega out there, singing into the void.

Or at least that’s what it sounds like, some betas and alphas have learned to mimic the sound of omegas to lure out others, especially the cannibalistic inclined mers but this one sounds genuine and searching.

That’s new, Anakin’s pod hasn’t had any new omegas in years, Fett’s broad had all turned out pretty much just like Anakin, becoming alphas too and while he enjoys the company of Rex and Cody and the others, that doesn’t mean he wants to mate with them.

He knows that some of them has coupled up with each other but…

Well call it selfish but Anakin wants pups.

And new blood is something the pod does need, even Fett has admitted that a few times while rubbing the back of his neck, a deep line of worry on his face.

Inbreeding would become an issue, especially with how, ahem, prolific Fett had been and honestly, Anakin doesn’t want to know how the man managed it.

The fucking guy managed to be parthenogenetic, reproducing without another to carry for him when he himself was an alpha and then there was the amount, just fucking hell.

So, yes, Anakin would prefer to find himself a mate and he knew that Cody, Rex and the others did too.

And now there was an omega, lone and singing out for someone and just… maybe Anakin could be the one?

So he called back, swimming along the sand and the kelp as he left his pod behind to at least checkout this other mer.

It was his prerogative after all, this was his second year as an adult mer.

And they needed new blood.

But that didn’t mean he was an utter idiot like Fett thought he was, so he he went quiet the last distance, listening instead and moving through the kelp forest, eyes flickering, searching even as he tried to suss out if this was an ambush.

Pushing the last kelp out of the way to look, Anakin felt his eyes widen, the scar of his eye pulling taunt.

One mer in the sun, almost shining in the sun.

Just one, looking around, cocking his head and calling out occasionally, his pitch now more confused than calling, turned from singing to chirping.

Silver scales, which shone in the sun and the tinge of purple, setting a deep thrill through Anakin’s spine, his own flaring up in the dark of the kelp forest as he continued watching.

Just one mer, alone in the sun with the rays shining through his copper hair, looking around, still chirping but now uncertainly without a weapon in hand, though he must have one to travel, right?

‘He must be a cold water mer… he’s so pale… and yet he’s here, so far from where he would have been born…’ The blue scaled mer couldn’t help but notice, taking in the details of the other from the distance. ‘He has a kelp bag…’ Anakin shifted forward, sliding out of the kelp as he chirped softly in return.

Instantly the other turned in the direction of the sound, blinking at him before relief crossed his face, a shy, uncertain smile crossing pink lips.

‘He must have dimples under the beard, right? Or maybe not? He looks like the kind that has dimples…’ Anakin mused, chirping softly, still alert despite mellowing at the sight of the other.

He wasn’t close enough to catch the scent or see the neck just yet, couldn’t tell if the other was really an omega just yet but he was all alone and uncertain.

And he was still chirping softly, hopefully, as Anakin swam closer. ‘What does he see in me?’ Anakin couldn’t help but wonder.

He could be fierce, despite his young age, along with the rest of Fett’s older brood, Anakin was among the fiercest.

So what did this, potential omega, see as Anakin approached him?

Something good?

He hoped so.

Mythical Relics, does Naboo play out differently?

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“Stop.”

The word is too simple and yet too complicated at the same time with the power it contains and Obi-Wan feels his knees fold beneath himself, his shoulders trembling as he manages to keep his chin up and watch Qui-Gon and the Sith through the red ray shield.

They’re both frozen, the word still trembling in the air between them all and the one that spoke it.

They are affected and yet not as badly as Obi-Wan, the saber only millimeters from Qui-Gon’s abdomen, the tunic charring with the closeness of the lightstaff.

Just another second and his master…

Obi-Wan’s shoulders trembled before he forced himself to raise his head as a presence stopped at his side.

Anakin stood there, blinking back at him and not for the first time since the discovery of the boy on Tatooine did Obi-Wan wonder how anyone could keep him as a slave.

Or had they?

They had kept his mother for sure but Shmi had by no means seemed skinny, nor did Anakin. Nor had Watto punished them.

Anakin might have been under some chains with unwieldy powers at his fingers, but no, he listened because he was waiting.

Waiting for… him?

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, letting out a keening whine at the boy.

Anakin tilted his head again, looking back at Qui-Gon and the Sith and then to Obi-Wan. “He’s going to die, I don’t want him to. But my powers can’t stop it, not alone. I don’t have control.” He stated, a tad childishly.

‘Nine, he’s nine and he has no idea what he’s doing and yet he can do this.’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but shakily comprehend just the sheer power of this boy with too many teeth in his smile and unnerving light in his eyes.

“No one should kill a Jedi,” Anakin continued, glancing to the Sith again, cocking his head not unlike a small bird. Curious and wary at the same time. “Will you help me? You love him after all.” Anakin stated, as if the word was as simple as just that.

Love wasn’t simple though, not with the start Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had to their apprenticeship, the trauma’s they had been through at each others hands and the secrets Obi-Wan had. But he did love Qui-Gon, how could he not, after twelve years together?

Though what kind of love, well, that was hard to define.

Did love really have to be defined?

Instead he simply raised a shaking hand to Anakin, unable to open his mouth under the sheer pressure of the boy’s power, numbly trying to avoid Qui-Gon’s confused eyes.

Beaming, that smile full of teeth as it was and his blue eyes swirling with his power, Anakin grasped Obi-Wan’s hand only to jerk to when Obi-Wan gave a pitiful little cry, tears instantly streaming down his face from the pain of holding on.

It was too much power and yet Obi-Wan didn’t let go.

His very bones were aching and his soul felt like it was crumbling at its foundation, the swirl of Anakin’s own power, of ozone and electricity hitting Obi-Wan’s own placid storm, the redhead shaking as he forced it under control.

It was too much and yet Obi-Wan carried that burden of power that wasn’t his to hold, pushing it towards the Sith, wheezing as he slammed the wide eyed zabrak across the open hole and into the wall opposite.

His lightstaff hit the ground with a clatter but Obi-Wan’s focus was on the presence the now unconscious man had left behind.

He could taste the fear in him and for a dark moment, the Force along with the power at his fingers rose, whispered to him how he could kill the Sith, destroy his very core and ensure he never rose up again.

Obi-Wan turned away from that, it was not the path of the Jedi and his bones were breaking, his skin burning as it was, he let go of Anakin’s hand and crumbled to the ground, wheezing and coughing, tasting blood in his mouth.

Anakin’s power was not his to wield.

And it showed on how it affected him, the padawan laying crumbled to the floor and if it wasn’t for his master, the ray shield would have cut him apart as the man quickly jerked Obi-Wan out of the way of it.

It gave him a moment to see that Anakin was no longer there.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what that meant, busy coughing on blood with his head pounding as Qui-Gon worriedly turned him over, his hands fluttering over Obi-Wan as unconsciousness greeted the redhead.

Mythical Relics was so good! What happens next?

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When Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi meet, they already know each other.

Or at least, they know of each other in a manner of sense.

For all that Obi-Wan is rushing to save his master from the darksider, the one that is even more shadowed than Xanatos, he is not unaware of the blond boy that follows only a step behind Obi-Wan.

And the blond boy is not unaware of him, blue eyes following him once Qui-Gon is safe and speaking with the ‘Queen’.

Its unnerving and distracting as much as its terrifying in a manner.

Its not the first time Obi-Wan has meet a fellow relic and half-blood, but its the first time the other part has acknowledged what they both are.

Every other half-blood Obi-Wan has come across, from the twi’lek smuggler to the Correllian pirate, the muun banker and the fergul farmer, has ignored that connection, that power.

They had simply looked at him, contempt in their eyes as they briefly swirled with power and then stifled it and ignored the connection.

They could tell that Obi-Wan, while hiding it, had accepted that part of him, so unlike them, all of them hating the other part of their parentage and ignoring the power it offered.

Anakin Skywalker has also accepted his power and Obi-Wan can taste it, the taste of ozone and clouds and power that exudes from him.

Whoever his parent was, whoever the other part, the father of Anakin Skywalker was, they had been power incarnated.

And they had passed it to the boy currently watching Obi-Wan as the Jedi padawan carefully arranged for a meal in the kitchenette of the nubian ship.

The intent in the gaze almost scares Obi-Wan, for all that the boy is nine, there is something intense and dangerous in his gaze, like an apex predator surveying its territory and its prey.

Obi-Wan feels like prey under the power of those swirling blue eyes and has to resist the urge to either flee or kneel for the other.

The god that were one alive, the father of Anakin Skywalker, must have been a king, used to being obeyed with the sheer power even a half breed child of them can carry.

Its hard to resist submitting to those blue eyes.

And then Anakin smiles softly and gently at him, blue eyes flashing with the color of the sky and Obi-Wan can breathe as something soft seems to pass over him, the power of the boy giving in and easing.

Its still with wobbling steps that he approaches the boy and silently holds out a plate of rehydrated food to him, the boy having claimed a chair with a blanket around himself.

Equally silent, Anakin accepts the plate, blinking up at him before smiling again.

Its a bit too big, too many teeth at once and Obi-Wan can’t help but wonder if this is what others see in him.

Or if its just that Anakin is too young to temper his power fully.

It would make sense, the unease many knights and master had with Obi-Wan before if this is what they had seen of the boy that had so desperately wanted to become a Jedi, if this is what they had seen as Obi-Wan shakily smiles back at Anakin.

‘Force sensitive, the highest midichlorian count ever if the test is right and the powers of a dead god behind him,’ Obi-Wan manages to dredge placating words to excuse himself, bowing his head slightly before scuttling away, hoping it doesn’t look too much like he’s fleeing as Anakin starts eating. “Master Qui-Gon, what have you brought to the temple!’ Obi-Wan can’t help but wonder.

He strives not to fall under the thrall of the boy and yet somehow, he finds himself being the one to feed him, stepping around the Naboo, from handmaidens to security, stepping around his own master, with plates of food and water for the boy.

Every time they engage in a small staring contest and every time Obi-Wan feels himself slowly desensitize to the boy and the power.

And the smile that has too many teeth and yet is kind somehow.

The power of Anakin Skywalker is waste and deep as space and it is clear that outside of Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Jar-Jar and Padme, most are unnerved by the blond boy.

And even Obi-Wan feels his breath catch sometimes when the boy’s gaze falls on him, staring him down like the prey of predators in the high grass.

The others may not recognize what they are feeling, but Obi-Wan does.

On this ship, Anakin Skywalker is the apex predator as his eyes swirl with untamed and untaught power.

And Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan is helpless to do anything but gravitate towards him.

So Padme was arranged to come in contact with Ani to distract him so Palpatine could get his hands on Obi while maintaining plausible deniability while framing a potential enemy (Bail). However, Ani didn’t fall for honey pot and catches Palpatine in the act of trying to capture Obi.

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Opening his eyes slowly to darkness and the throbbing of his own head, Obi-Wan bit in the groan that wanted to escape him as he laid limply against the floor with his cheek resting on the blessedly cold floor compared to his burning cheek.

His mind dazedly tried to work around the pain echoing through his skull as he tried to remember what had happened prior to his current situation as he took in the fact that not only was his hands clearly chained to the wall, if long enough for him to lay on the floor, but his ankles also felt like they were wrapped and he had a collar around his neck.

A Force suppressant.

That sent a thread of dread through him even as he remained laying.

Faintly, the memory of splitting from Anakin played for his mind, Obi-Wan watching him and his former wife walk down the hall to the Naboo offices only for Obi-Wan to finally start walking again once his former padawan was out of view.

‘I had was making my way to the Alderaan offices… I was passing… the old neimodian offices?’ Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, his tongue feeling thick and practically swollen in his mouth. The sensation made him suspect that either he may have bitten his own tongue or he may also be drugged including to the way he was restrained, though he couldn’t be sure of that until he started to move.

And it might be time as Obi-Wan certainly needed to figure out where he was and how to escape.

‘Anakin and Cody must be going out of their minds, I have to have been gone for at least an hour by now…’ Obi-Wan mused, carefully lifting his cheek off the floor as he worriedly mused about his former padawan and his commander, gingerly shifting.

Squinting, he still couldn’t make anything out in the dark and instead opted for slowly getting his hands under him and pushing himself up on his knees, the rattling of the chains echoing faintly in the room.

It was not a pleasant sound and Obi-Wan had a chilling flashback to Rattatak and Ventress ‘benevolent’ treatment of him and Alpha-17.

Forcing himself to breath in through his mouth and out his nose, Obi-Wan simply settled on his heels while reaching up, carefully examining his tongue with his fingers.

Yup, as he suspected, he had bitten his tongue when he had been walloped over the head.

And he was rather sure he was hit over the head considering how his head was hurting along with his face.

He must have fallen straight onto it from whoever had come from behind.

Huffing faintly, Obi-Wan reached up to touch his neck, ignoring the noise of the chains as he did. It was a heavy collar as most Force suppressant were, a clunky thing and it felt disturbingly hot to touch, almost as if it was throbbing with the beat of his heart.

The next step was to carefully touch what he could reach of the floor, the chains and the wall he was against.

The room seemed to be large as he could not reach any other wall but the one he was against and all of it was cold and smooth stone like in nature.

Potentially marble or polished duracrete.

But that gave Obi-Wan nothing to go on in terms of where he was and all he could do was to settle his ass back on his heels with a deep sigh as he tried to meditate.

Tried and failed that was, the throbbing of his head along with the urge to cry disturbing his need.

What felt like hours passed, the sensation of his headache easing somewhat but not disappearing as Obi-Wan instead felt his throat turn dry from the lack of water but finally, finally something happened as a door opened several meters in front of Obi-Wan, the light blinding the redhead as he raised his hands to shield his eyes.

The chains rattled ominously as Obi-Wan squinted at the shadowed shape in the doorway of his cell made of duracrete, the room utterly bare except for Obi-Wan, the door and the chains.

And the all too familiar man standing in front of him as his eyes adjusted to the light to see, Obi-Wan’s still sensitive eyes widening in shock as the man meandered closer to the chained Jedi. “…Chancellor Palpatine?” Obi-Wan whispered in disbelief, his hands dropping to his lap he stared up at the man smiling mockingly back at him.

Shocked, Obi-Wan barely reacted at all as the man reached out, cupping Obi-Wan’s chin with his fingers to angle his face up up. “Of all the beings in the entire galaxy,” Palpatine purred mockingly, his thumb brushing lightly, almost tenderly over Obi-Wan’s bottom lip. “A star child was the last thing I expected to ever find.” He whispered avariciously.

“I don’t…Chancellor Palpatine, what is the meaning of this?” Obi-Wan finally snapped out, trying to jerk his chin out of the grasp only to wince as Palpatine dug his manicured nails into the beard and skin.

“Oh little Jedi, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” The chancellor leered and to Obi-Wan’s horror, Palpatine’s eyes flashed yellow in the dim light of the isolated cell as the full severity of the situation finally hit the Jedi.

Ok ok ok you can’t just drop that bomb like that, i need to know when obi wan cried with rage and why he doesn’t remember (yeah thats a prompt and yeah i’m the same anon from before) and this is appart, if Obi Wan were a Sith he would cry red crystals? And thank you for answering me, muy inglish isnt very good si thank you

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Walking by his master’s side, Anakin eyed the other from the corner of his eye.

The other looked relaxed, as if being in the Rotunda was a daily thing for him, not letting on the uncomfortableness he was really feeling.

Anakin could feel it though, the sensation in their bond feeding back to him along with Obi-Wan’s annoyance as they sometimes stopped to speak with certain senators that intercepted them.

‘It’s a good thing Senator Organa is willing to be our cover, Zigoola must have been one hell of a mission to give even a null that much understanding of Sith.’ Anakin mused as he put on a bored expression, glancing around the hall as Obi-Wan spoke to Senator… Diruva?

Ugh, Anakin couldn’t keep the names right honestly, which was why Obi-Wan was speaking and Anakin was scanning, looking for clues, for hints to the Sith.

Scanning for evidence both physical and in the Force.

And trying to avoid recognizing areas he had meet up with Padme in.

The kisses in dark alcoves and corners, drapes hiding them away from the world.

Glancing about, Anakin paused as he took in the sight of a tapestry, red gems for eyes of a large shadowy creature with wings.

The eyes…

They reminded him of Obi-Wan, a long time ago.

Glancing at the other, taking in the calm expression despite the tension around Obi-Wan’s eyes, Anakin let his mind trail back in time to Naboo over a decade ago, to when he had just landed after blowing up the trade federation ship.

He had run off, wanting to find the two Jedi, a stone in his stomach despite his glee at winning the battle for the Naboo in space.

And he had found them, following his instincts, the Force, to them.

He had found Obi-Wan, with the body of Qui-Gon Jinn held in his arms.

His master had looked so lost back then though he had snapped to attention when Anakin had, hesitantly, called out to him.

On the floor, two red kybers had been laying, screaming with pain.

At the time he had not known what they were, had just awkwardly skirted around them and even after learning about Obi-Wan’s tears, it had taken him a long time to learn what they were.

Red kybers.

It was the only time Anakin had seen or even heard about the other crying red.

When he had, haltingly, asked Obi-Wan if he could cry red, Obi-Wan had blinked at him over a cup of tea and then smiled awkwardly before answering that he didn’t think so.

Obi-Wan didn’t remember it.

Obi-Wan didn’t remember a lot of his battle with Maul apparently.

Anakin had asked a healer about that later on, once he learned that Obi-Wan had so little memory of the actual event, worried and anxious about overstepping his bounds even as he needed reassurance.

She had quietly informed him that due to the trauma of not only having his master die in front of him but combined with the bond snapping, Obi-Wan had more than likely repressed much of the memory for his own sanity sake.

He had forgotten for his own health.

And so had the kyber.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan had never cried red kyber after that, regardless how emotional he got.

Anakin had a feeling that red kyber was… different.

Bad.

He had therefore never mentioned to anyone what he had seen, even before he knew what it was, he had instinctively known to keep it to himself.

Finally, Obi-Wan got done with the Senator, the two Jedi moving forward only to stop as all to familiar voice called out to Anakin as they were about to pass a large brontos statue.

“Knight Skywalker!”

Turning sharply, both Anakin and Obi-Wan looked down the hall as Padme Amidala with her handmaidens and her security captain came towards them, the woman looking determined even as her eyes flickered to Obi-Wan beside Anakin.

He could see her jaw tighten, the muscle in it jump before she forced a smile on and inclined her head to both. “And Master Kenobi, it is a surprise to see you both.” She stated lightly.

‘How odd, I never noticed how good she was at putting on masks…’ Anakin mused even as he bowed slightly with his master, cold sweat gathering on the back of his neck.

“Senator Amidala, it is a pleasure to see you,” Obi-Wan responded warmly, even as Anakin felt him warily check on Anakin through their bond, assurance and comfort coming from the redhead. “Senator Organa wished to speak with me and Anakin came with me for support.” He finished with a dramatic flourish, indicating how Obi-Wan never left the temple anymore without escort.

Padme smiled, her red painted lips curving. They were pretty, Anakin wanted to kiss them even as he wished she would go away. “I see, I was hoping to have a word with Knight Skywalker in private if you wouldn’t mind? Seeing as you are to meet with Senator Organa, or is he required for the meeting too?” Padme looked between them, gaze turning calculating.

The two Jedi quickly exchanged looks, a flurry of thoughts and emotions exchanged.

They couldn’t jeopardize their search.

But at the same time Anakin did not wish to separate from Obi-Wan, what if he found something.

But Padme would sure to suspect something considering Anakin did his best to avoid practically all politicians except for her and the Chancellor.

Anakin could maintain distance with their awkward relationship of course but…

“Of course not, I’d be glad to speak with you Senator Amidala.” Anakin finally responded, resignation filling him even as Obi-Wan smiled politely and clapped Anakin on the shoulder, excusing himself.

As he watched his master leave, Anakin couldn’t help but have a bad feeling, but if that was because of the coming conversation or something else, he did not know.

He hoped, as painful as it would be, that it was the conversation that was pinging his senses.

‘Stay safe master…’ Anakin sent along their bond, following Padme with an air of resignation around him.

How does Obi-Wan react to Anakin’s gift in snowwhitepurity?

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Lately, Anakin had been behaving a bit odd.

Not bad, just a bit jittery, nervous and slightly excited in a way Obi-Wan would claim, like the time Obi-Wan took him to the speeder race down in the slums when he was fifteen as a birthday gift. He hadn’t known what was going on until he heard the sound of the pod races and had therefore been nervous about Obi-Wan taking him to something boring.

He had enjoyed that day quite much, a homemade, if slightly dry cake and the pod races making him happy.

But Obi-Wan had no idea what his current behavior had come from. It had started about two days ago, after he had returned from a little excursion out into Coruscant that he didn’t think Obi-Wan knew about but Quinlan had been happy to inform him about when Obi-Wan asked.

There was no current pod races as far as Obi-Wan was aware of, so it couldn’t be that.

Anakin was a young man now however, his tastes had matured some.

Had Anakin visited a brothel?

The concept made Obi-Wan… uncomfortable.

Not that there was anything wrong with visiting a willing person that sold themselves, it was a perfectly valid carrier choice and Obi-Wan was not going to judge anyone for willingly engaging in such a job.

Just… he just…

It shamed him to admit but a stirring of what he could only call jealousy itched in his stomach when he considered the idea.

And he was watching Obi-Wan a lot, regardless what Obi-Wan was doing, Anakin watched him, like now, as Obi-Wan was finishing off his tea before bed.

It made Obi-Wan…

Not uncomfortable but uneasy.

Did Anakin know what Obi-Wan was doing? About his deviancy?

It made his body itch and burn in ways, made him hesitate in dressing in the mornings before ultimately deciding to put on his finery.

They were made for male bodies, he bought them, they were his and they were silky and slid over his skin like warm water, a simple comfort.

And they made him feel so pretty, wasn’t he allowed to feel pretty?

He had still opted for only one garment due to his paranoia.

A chiffon, cream white satin bodysuit romper, with straps that you had to tie into bows, giving it a little extra and a sweetheart neckline with added lace at the top and at the little legs of it.

It made him feel good even as Anakin’s lingering gaze made him feel paranoid and he didn’t want to put on his boxers, he wanted to wear his cute stuff.

Not that Anakin looked… disgusted.

So maybe he didn’t know?

Maybe he was just thinking about something else, maybe he had gone Archive diving again and found an old mission Obi-Wan had with his master and was curious?

It had happened before, young Anakin finding some of the infamous Jinn and Kenobi missions and reading through the long reports.

Long because unlike Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan actually wrote comprehensive reports that included details and addendum.

The thought brought Obi-Wan some comfort and the Force wasn’t really giving him any warning, he had no bad feeling…

“You about to head to bed master?” Anakin suddenly questioned, Obi-Wan blinking as his padawan smiled down at him, leaning against the back of the couch with his arms. He nodded to the cup at Obi-Wan’s confusion. “Kaffar tea, you only tend to drink it before bed or when you’re in need of relaxing.”

Huffing faintly, eyeing his own cup before giving Anakin a wry smile, Obi-Wan nodded. “I have an early morning meeting while you have lessons. So I figured going to bed early would be the best idea.” He confessed softly, snorting softly even as he couldn’t help but feel a bit warm at Anakin noting his habits.

“Want me to take the empty cup?” Anakin offered. “I still have an essay to finish up before I go to bed.” He explained, holding out his hand.

Glancing down into the cup, Obi-Wan let out a hum and swallowed the last mouthful, handing his padawan the cup. “Thank you Anakin. You’re a dear.” He chuckled, standing up and brushing down his tunic.

He missed Anakin’s eyes lingering on him. “Sleep well master.” He heard as he made his way to his bedroom.

“Good night Anakin.” He returned softly, turning the light of his bedroom on to fetch his sleepwear and his robe to hide what he was wearing.

Only to freeze, staring at a black bag sitting innocently on his bed.

He knew that bag.

Those were ‘High Ranks’ bags.

His heart beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, Obi-Wan heard Anakin come over to him before stopping slightly behind him. He felt the other lean down and in, his breath washing hotly over Obi-Wan’s ear as his mind spun almost dizzily. “Well, aren’t you going to open it master?” Anakin’s voice murmured, smugness and expectancy oozing of him.

Vaderkin’s gift- Obi has to use his lightsaber and the Sith in general are surprised when Obi defeats the attacking Sith. (Also many believe Obi stole the saber.). Vaderkin just finds the scene hot and proceeds to show his appreciation for the show.

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There is nothing as good as finally coming home, even to a place
filled with hyenas that would betray you to kiss their masters boots.

But
after a full month on Tatooine, Anakin is more than happy to be back
in the Sith temple where he can actually take a bath and not deal
with Jabba the hutt or the memories, thank you very much. Hell, he’s
tired enough to not even pay attention to Obi-Wan, the Jedi trailing
closely after him, looking almost like he wanted to latch onto Darth
Vader’s hand.

The
young Jedi turned Sith pet is clearly uncertain and wary under the
eyes of other Sith, especially since he was almost assaulted last
time in the temple but he has his saber and so Anakin does not worry.

And he
is looking forward to a good bath and rest in their bed, Obi-Wan
curled to his chest.

It had
been too hot on Tatooine to pull his pet to him and give him the
attention Anakin had wanted, even when Obi-Wan had looked adorably
sexy in the sheer tunics with billowy pants he wore to try and cope
with the heat.

Honestly,
how Obi-Wan had managed to look adorable when he was sweaty and pouty
the entire time while trying to cope with the heat, Anakin had no
idea but somehow, the Jedi pulled it of.

And
hey, Anakin had gotten to take off one of Jabba’s arms when he made
undesired advances on Obi-Wan.

If it
had only been words, then maybe Anakin wouldn’t have but having the
slimy slug paw at Obi-Wan and lick his face…

Well,
Anakin had to send a message to the hutt and everyone else.

What
belonged to Darth Vader was not for anyone else to touch,
there would be consequences.

And he
had warned the next time someone touched his property, there would be
a loss of life and not just an arm.

Though
maybe Anakin had taken an unholy amount of glee at doing it, memories
of Gardulla the hutt haunting his mind as he did so and his mother’s
pain driving him forward.

No one
had to know that.

Well…
no one but Obi-Wan.

The
redhead had felt Anakin through the Force after all and had quietly
curled as close as possible to him on the bed that night after a
shower, quietly asking what Anakin had been thinking when he took off
Jabba’s arm.

He
hadn’t meant to answer, not at first, but slowly, Obi-Wan coaxed
out the words, got his Lord Vader to share not only his past but also
his anger.

Jedi
were dangerous, even young ones, their words were honeyed but at
least Obi-Wan belonged to him, so Anakin didn’t have to worry too
much about him using the past against him.

He
blames the tiredness on not noticing the slight flicker in the Force
or the way Maul moves from the shadow.

But to
be fair, Maul is not aiming at him.

The
snap of a lightsaber fills the air and the red blade aims at
Obi-Wan’s back.

But
this time the Jedi is not helpless and does not need Lord Vader to
protect him as Obi-Wan responds by the much lighter hum of his own
blue lightsaber, blocking Maul’s staff from ever touching his
flesh.

Turning
enough to watch, Anakin settled his hand on his hilt but didn’t
draw it, licking his lips as he saw Maul’s eyes flash with surprise
and rage and Obi-Wan’s blue ones filling with satisfaction and an
edge of… anger?

Well,
that was a surprise.

Obi-Wan
had been a holier than thou Jedi until now even as he gave in to
Anakin slowly and steadily.

‘I
guess that even a Jedi feels anger at times.’ Anakin mused,
watching Obi-Wan shoulder checked the still surprised Maul, tumbling
the Sith to his arse on the marble floor.

Maul
snarled, the sound echoing but Obi-Wan lashed out before he could get
off his ass, slicing through the saber staff hilt with his own saber
in a smooth move before falling back in defense as the zabrak snarled
with rage and pain due to the saber core in one end overheating and
exploding, Obi-Wan’s eyes locked on Maul with his back to Anakin.

Trusting,
fierce, angry and proud, his head held high as he stared down at the
Sith.

Anakin
couldn’t help it, he started laughing, shifting forward to rest his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder as they both stared down at Maul. “As
you can see, my pet has a weapon of his own. Seeing as how he needs
it in this temple to remain my pet and you attacked him first, I do
believe you can just… fuck off.” Anakin grinned down at the other
before tugging Obi-Wan along, forcing the Jedi to give his back to
Maul.

Another
tally of humiliation.

And
Maul knew better.

Anakin
had less experience, but he was more powerful than Maul would ever
be.

Leaning
in, his mouth close to Obi-Wan’s ear, Anakin whispered. “Good boy
Obi-Wan. You deserve a reward tonight.” He stated softly, grinning
at the slight of  flush rising Obi-Wan’s neck.

Oh
yes, it was good to be home.