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Complexity of Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Almost every weekday for the past eight years, Obi-Wan Kenobi has walked the same route to work. It’s not far, a little over a mile, though everyone else at the firm seems to think he’s insane for making the daily trek in a full suit.

It’s peaceful, the stroll through quiet neighborhoods and tree lines streets, the bustle of his favorite cafe and their perfect London fog latte, the fresh air and sound of songbirds.

More often than not the walk is uneventful, sometimes he doesn’t even see another person, but there has been the occasional note worthy trek — the time he witnessed a hit and run and needed to stay to speak with the police, the time he pulled a kitten out of a tree, the time he showed up to the office soaking wet after offering his umbrella to a little old lady — but Obi-Wan has never encountered anything quite like this.

The moment he’d turned onto Temple Street he saw it.

A roomba.

A rogue robot vacuum rolling down the street far faster than Obi-Wan has ever seen one of these mechanical maids move, especially over the uneven terrain on the side walk.

“Well, hold on a moment little fellow,” Obi-Wan says as if the droid can hear him, hastening his steps to catch up, “What are you doing out here?”

The closer he gets, the faster little thing moves but it only takes a block to catch up, grabbing the roomba firmly and lifting it off the ground.

Immediately, alarms begin to pour from the disk shaped robot, beeping and screaming, its wheels whirring faster like it’s trying to escape.

“Calm down,” Obi-Wan exclaims nonsensically, tightening his grip and trying to hold on, “I’m trying to help! I’m trying to get you home.”

That seems to soothe the little bot somewhat, the blaring sounds quieting to a series of slightly annoyed sounding chirps and beeps.

“There we are,” Obi-Wan laughs, turning the vacuum over in his hands as is to make sure the droid hadn’t injured itself, “That’s much better don’t you—“

Then he notices it.

A strip of duct tape stuck to the roomba’s undercarriage with a note scribbled in sharpie—

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Qui Gon Jinn x GN Reader

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Tatooine is horrible. Bold statement but its awful. Its hot, dry and full of aggressive and scary people. As a Jedi you are taught to be able to handle any situation but you, well you could do it. Barely. 

You had just finished your Padawan training and were sent on a mission with Obi Wan and Qui Gon. That was the only good part of this trip. Obi Wan was an entertaining Padawan and you got to spend time with Qui Gon. 

Qui Gon was a rule abiding Jedi who wouldn’t dare break the rules of the Jedi code. Until he met you that is. You two managed to catch feelings for each other when he was teaching you a few years back and eventually you two formed a secret relationship. 

The last few days however, even being around your partner couldn’t lift your mood. 

You sat in one of the spare rooms of the Skywalker hut where you, Qui Gon and Obi Wan were allowed to stay. Obi Wan was entertaining Anakin and Qui Gon was clearing his head outside leaving you alone in the room. 

You ripped off your robes and threw them to the floor not bothering to fold them and placed your lightsaber on a shelf next to your cot. All you cared about was getting cleaned off. 

You had been outside all day in the Tatooine sun. You were covered in sweat and sand without any relief. You were annoyed and stressed and it made it worse to know that you were annoyed and stressed. 

You tugged the final layer of your robe off and fumbled over the pile of clothes you had formed on the floor. You let out a loud grunt in annoyance followed by a string of curses. 

Undenounced to you Qui Gon was watching this all unfold. 

“Rough day darling?” You sat up and looked to see Qui Gon leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face, clearly holding back a giggle at your reaction. 

You stood up and kicked the cloths to the side. He walked into the room closing the curtain behind him. “I will take that as a yes.”

He sat down on the cot as you walked away to get some water to freshen up with. “What’s wrong my darling?”

“Everything! I hate this god damn planet! Its hot, its dry, and its stressful!” 

You turned away slamming your hands down onto a table. Qui Gon slowly stood up and walked over to where you were standing. “I can tell your stressed. I am too.” He said, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“I’m just so tired.” You said in a shaky voice. “I know darling, but its the end of the day now. Get cleaned up and come rest.” He gently kissed the top of your head and handed you a clean pair of shirts and tank top. 

You smiled taking the clothes from his hands. Even though he’d only held them for a second they smelled like him. 

Your turned around and took of your outer layer of clothes so you were in a sports bra and panties. Qui Gon sat on the cot behind you and watched your body as you changed. Not in a provocative way, but in a mesmerized way. 

You took a rag and soaked in in some water and quickly washed off the sand and sweat from the day. 

You quickly put on the fresh clothes and turned around to see Qui Gon with a small smile on his face. “What?” “Nothing, you’re just beautiful.” You walked over to the cot and laid down so your head was on his thigh. He played with your hair and you closed your eyes enjoying his touch. 

“I love you Qui Gon.” “I love you too my darling.” 

“You look cute together.”

You both jumped and looked at the door to see Obi Wan leaning against the door with a smirk on his face. Qui Gon opened his moth but was cut off by Obi Wan “Don’t worry, your secrets safe with me, as long as I’m invited to the wedding.” He said jokingly. 

You both let out a sigh of relief “Thank you Obi Wan, and of course you can be invited to the wedding.” 

“Can I make the rings!” Anakin yelled, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation. “Oncourse little Jedi.” “Yay!” He ran over and jumped up onto you and Qui Gon giving you a hug. 

*Down the hall* 3PO: Why am I not invited? 

[ I crave a love that drowns oceans ] -K. Azizian

🌱… description: You and Anakin have had a rough time lately. The secret of being together has created some tension, but theres more to the burdens on Anakins heart. it appears to be that even the tiniest things can make you both want to explote at eachother, yet somehow it only happened until today.

🍵 … warnings: none? Just a bit of fighting with eachother, maybe intense feelings.

🧳 … character/s: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

☕️ … word count: around 1k ; | date: October 8th, 2023

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a/n: more of this beautiful anakin x reader dinamic i have going on in my head. Disclaimer: i didn’t read it after finishing, so i apologize for any typos :p In other news, im looking for beta readerssss here's the post!

You and Anakin had been at it for what felt like an eternity, your voices rising in anger and frustration. The argument had strayed so far from its initial topic that it was almost comical, but neither of you found any humor in the situation. Your secret relationship as Jedi was a constant source of tension, and lately, it seemed like every conversation had the potential to turn into a battle.

Anakin paced back and forth across the small confines of your room, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. "I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this," he snapped, his voice laced with irritation.

You sat on the edge of your bed, your hands clenched into fists. "Because, Anakin," you retorted, your voice shaking with frustration, "I wish you would just talk to me.” You looked at him in disbelief, you were being tormented by an amount of uncomfortable emotions getting out of control.  “It's like you're shutting me out." 

He stopped pacing and turned to face you, his blue eyes ablaze with anger. "I'm not shutting you out," he said sharply. You were dismayed by the tone of his voice, yet you decided to just take a deep breath and let him talk. "I'm protecting us, protecting our secret." 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood, your voice trembling. You were not going to allow him to make up excuses for the way he was acting towards you. "It doesn't feel like protection, It feels like you don't trust me" You confessed as the words blasted out of your mouth. Your heart ached, you were outraged. Anakin and you haven't been able to truly connect with each other in a long time since the war had a toll on the time you could spend in each other's company. And it seemed that frustrations were reaching you both, as any small inconvenience seemed to make you both want to explode, except that somehow you had never fought until today. 

Anakin's expression softened for a moment, but then his defenses went up again. "It's not about trust," he argued. "It's about following the Jedi Code. We can't afford to let our emotions get in the way."

You took a step closer to him, your voice demonstrating your new demeanor, now calmed and passive. You knew that adding more fire to fire would only make it worse, someone had to be the adult in the situation. "Since when do you care about that, Anakin?” You make a quick silence as you look him in the eye. “We're not just Jedi. We're people too. We have feelings, and we can't keep pretending like they don't exist."

He looked torn, caught between his duty as a Jedi and his love for you. There was something else bothering him, he wasn't telling you the whole story. But letting him open up slowly would be the best course of action for now. "I know," he said quietly. "But we have to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us." That wasn't it, he was still not telling you what was truly happening to him. 

The frustration was not boiling inside you anymore, yet it decided to hide away. A small sigh left between your lips, loudly enough for him to hear. The tears you were holding back seemed to be gone, just like the anger you felt moments ago. "I understand you are worried about others finding out," You were careful with your words. Your tone was warm and sincere. "I just want you to be honest with me, to let me in." 

Anakin's eyes softened, and he took a step towards you, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared, Y/N," he admitted, his walls finally starting to crack.  Now this is what you should have been talking about from the start. You noticed he wasn't looking you in the eyes. "I'm scared of losing you." 

Anakin was the living proof someone could live in constant internal dissonance. Right now, was one of those moments where he was chasing clarity but was left with a puzzle without all the pieces. That's where you come in. You help him find those pieces so he can put them together on his own. 

You reached out and took his hand, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I'm scared too," you whispered, burying your face in his chest. "But we'll figure this out together. We can't keep fighting like this." 

One of your hands slowly moved towards the back of his neck, caressing gently, as your eyes met his once again. “Look, I can't make promises I may not be able to keep.” You whispered while trying to find the words to comfort his worries. “But I can promise you I'll always be here for you, for as long as I can.” His arms were keeping you close to him, scared, almost desperate, as if once he lets you go you'll be gone forever. 

The tension slowly melted away as you both clung to each other. You were now playing with his hair, trying to sooth him. Anakin's grip was firm, as if he could draw strength from your presence alone. Yet, you didn't need to use the force to feel the turmoil in him, his conflicted emotions like a storm raging beneath the surface. He didn't need to say it again; his fear of losing you was palpable. Instead, you felt his heart pounding against yours, his breath coming in uneven intervals.

His voice, when he spoke, was raw with emotion. "I just don't know how to navigate this, Y/N. It all seems so suffocating sometimes… I can't imagine a life without you in it." The blue eyed man was truly being tormented by something you don't yet understand. A fear that ran so deep… The only connection you could make with his past was the loss of his mother; a loss you knew scared his heart.

You moved one of your hands to his cheek, understanding the weight of his words. Anakin was a Jedi through and through —even when he was impulsive and impatient by nature—, bound by duty and honor, and yet he was also deeply in love with you. The conflict within him tore at his soul.

"I know, Anakin," you whispered softly, "We're treading a treacherous path, but we're in this together. We'll find a way to make it work." You hoped that your words represented what he needed to hear, you hoped they could give him the reassurance he needed. 

The brunette nodded against your shoulder, his grip loosening just slightly. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I won't." The last two words that came out of his mouth worried you, very much. You were afraid of what he was able to do in order to prevent that from happening. You knew every inch of Anakin Skywalker, like the palm of your hand. Even so, you didn't know where to stand, something in you was screaming. This was the opening you needed to help him navigate through his feelings. 

You smiled gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "And you won't. But you dont have to carry this burden alone. Come.” 

As Anakin and you moved to the bed, you found yourselves in a simple yet inviting quarters within the Jedi Temple. The room was a reflection of your life as a Jedi, with a hint of individuality amidst the serene surroundings.

The walls were adorned with soft, muted colors, chosen to promote tranquility and mindfulness. A large window stretched across one side of the room, allowing the soft, golden light of the setting sun to filter in, casting a warm glow over the space. The view outside offered a glimpse of the Temple gardens, a reminder of the beauty and serenity that existed within these hallowed walls.

The room was sparsely furnished, with just the essentials—a neatly made bed with simple linens, a small meditation cushion in one corner, and a low wooden table that served as a makeshift desk. A few personal items from missions adorned the tabletop, including small trinkets and mementos collected from different planets.

On a nearby shelf, there was a collection of well-worn books, each with a story and knowledge from the worlds you had explored during your Jedi missions. These volumes were a source of both solace and wisdom, their pages filled with experiences from other Jedi’s that had shaped your understanding of the galaxy.

Beside the books, a stack of notebooks lay neatly arranged. These journals held your thoughts, reflections, and observations about your life as a Jedi. They chronicled the struggles and triumphs, the doubts and resolutions, offering a glimpse into the inner world of a dedicated Jedi.

As you and Anakin settled onto the bed, the room seemed to envelop you both in a sense of calm and contemplation. It was a place where the burdens of being a Jedi could momentarily be set aside, a sanctuary where love could bloom amidst the memories of the past and the uncertainties of the future.

You proceed to cuddle in the middle of the bed. Anakin hugging your body, while you played with his hair. Your voice was a soothing melody that wrapped around Anakin's heart like a warm embrace. It carried a serenity that seemed to flow effortlessly, a tranquil river of understanding and empathy. Your words were spoken with a gentle cadence, each syllable carrying a weight of genuine affection and love.

As you uttered, "Let me help you carry this," your voice resonated with a sincerity that went beyond mere words. It held a profound tranquility, a calm assurance that you were there for him, ready to share the burden of his emotional turmoil. Your voice was a balm to his troubled soul, a reminder that in your presence, he could find solace and acceptance.

In that moment, your voice acted as a beacon of unwavering support, a testament to the depth of your feelings for Anakin. It was a voice that whispered promises of understanding and devotion, assuring him that together, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead. He finally opened up. 

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Who wakes up first? Arthur, and it's usually followed by prodding Sadie awake, who usually hits him with his pillow. She tries to roll over and get five more minutes, but Arthur will snuggle up to her, kiss her, nip at her neck, pat her on the butt until she pushes him off.

Who is grumpiest in the morning? Sadie. Do. Not. Talk. To. Her. At least until she's had coffee.

Who cooks breakfast? Arthur. He fixes up the coffee to help Sadie become a normal human.

Who serves the other breakfast in bed? Shared. Sometimes Arthur will try to sweeten her up that way and sometimes Sadie will reward him.

Who suggests the skip work and stay home? Sadie! Big time trouble maker. Very much a: 'Fuck it!' Why? 'Because I don't feel like it, that's why!'

Who falls asleep on top of the other? Arthur. Though usually they fall asleep in a big pile, with their dog.

Who always has to be touching the other? Arthur. Quick cheeky pat on the butt as he passes, nuzzling her cheek, a kiss before she leaves in the morning.

Who stays up until 2 reading? Arthur. Sadie hits him with his pillow again!

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping? Arthur, especially on lazy sunday mornings, when Sadie will wrap her arms around him and happily accept.

Who is most adventurous? Sadie, no! Sadie, yes!

Who is most protective? Arthur.

Who cares too much? Arthur.

Who is most competitive? Sadie. Though both can be bad at being competitive. Especially when Arthur's stubborn streak comes out, they're one for daring each other and being too unwilling to admit defeat.

Who sings in the shower? Arthur. Sadie tries to get the dog to sit outside and sing along with Arthur.

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places? Sadie loves seeing Arthur get flustered and wound up, especially because he generally likes some PDA, but... "Jesus, watch were yer puttin' that hand!"

Rate this ship: 8/10

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