THIS ANGER IS a war from their roots of being that can be waged on common ground ; & obi-wan is happier for the tectonic shift that follows Anakin wherever he goes . ANGER is something easier to feel ; easier to navigate , than the pulp & pockets of his heart . the kiss - heady looseness & lassitude that pulls his bones closer to the ground turns to steel ; turns him into a cutting edge that scrapes against the debris they both begin to leave behind .
❝ is that what you thought this would come to ? that i would promise the same to you , after what we’ve just done ? ❞ IT HURTS ; he knows , he can feel the sting even in his own mouth , in all the same places Anakin had been . ❝ Do not assume to know anything about —– about Satine& I . ❞ do not assume to know that i wouldn’t do the same for you . he can almost taste the words with how heavy they sit on his tongue ; it could be easy to say — it could be as simple & bare-boned as the reactionary decision to kiss him was . but it’s seemingly never easy for the moon to catch the sun ; even if obi-wan would like the burn that follows . but does the moon apologize , for turning the world cold in its chase ? is the chill the same color as his eyes ?
HE SWALLOWS , & it tastes like missed opportunities . It’s familiar , & for once he does not choke on it — his body tired of rejecting the expected . ❝ If i lie to anyone , it is myself . You of all people should know what that’s like . ❞
If Anakin is a dragon ; obi-wan is the brimstone that holds the flame .
❝ I should leave , ❞ i love you& already it’s an ache like a thumb against a BRUISE , willfully pressing the colors into the skin until he feels —- feels anything other than this . he had felt it when Satine fell into his arms ; now there’s nothing but a phantom memory of her weight . ❝ They need someone on the front lines , as it is … & I do not wish for you to follow . ❞ don’t follow where you can see me suffer the absence of you .
SO THEY GO back to anger, that old iron burn, every torn thread between them now rising to the surface. Anakin staggers as something wrenches out of him, shattering into a vacuum the moment Obi-Wan opens his mouth. The scene before him swam with tears, hot && briny as they roll down the flushed skin of his cheeks. Embarrassed, he turns away, mopping at his eyes with a sleeve of his robe. He’s always been quick to tears, the anger does nothing to abate that.
❝ What’s that supposed to mean?! ❞ The accusation does its job, distracting Anakin from the core of their problems— how he can still feel the shadow of Obi-Wan’s mouth against his own, && how, although it had lasted only for the space of a coupleheartbeats, an unfamiliar shimmer of the Force had charged the contact with something close to electricity. He’s still unable to fully comprehend just how kriffed he is right now, &&what is he going to tell Padmé?
Padmé. Anakin’s heart constricts with guilt. Had he cheated on his wife? The thought tinges his mind with static, panic lurking around the edges, ready to set its teeth in his sanity. What irony to become a betrayer, when it was he who always feared he would be betrayed. Insecurity eats away at everything Anakin holds dear, taunting his grip, feeding on a secretdualism that poisons him slowly from the inside out.
❝ You can’t leave! ❞ There’s no justification for the claim, but watching Obi-Wan walk away from this will only be a confirmation of his fears. Is it this easy to lose everything? A few wrong words && all is subsumed in flames, && he’s left shivering in the ashes of what he tried to save.
He can feel himself splitting now, a cloud of agony pouring through him. ❝ Don’t leave me! ❞ I’ll hate you if you leave me.
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I'm multiship and ship-exclusive. Meaning I'll ship with multiple people but only with one version of each character.
*Padmé is an exception to this rule as her relationship with Anakin is canon and vital to his characterization.
I'm not exclusive. Not unless you ask and we've established a good writing dynamic. I'm not a big fan of auto-exclusivity and if you require this of your followers there's a good chance I'm not going to follow you.
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CANON.
AU.
PRIVATE.
TAKE THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU.
Freed from slavery on Tatooine and freshly initiated into the Jedi Order, Padawan Skywalker works tirelessly to prove himself to the meticulous Council and earn his Knighthood. But with age comes uncertainty, and the beginning of a series of terrible nightmares featuring his mother's death. Every day the bright, enthusiastic child Qui-Gon Jinn brought to the Temple grows more and more distant from himself and others.
WEAPON OF WAR.
The galaxy is at war but Anakin Skywalker is fighting more than just external battles. Suspended between his loyalty to the Order and his loyalty to his wife, Anakin struggles to find a guiding light in the increasing darkness. And now that the nightmares have returned with his wife as their new feature, Anakin has begun to grow more and more desperate for a method to save Padmé from what he believes to be her doom.
THE WORST PARTS OF HIMSELF.
Anakin Skywalker died with the Republic, and in their place rose the Empire and its right hand: Darth Vader. Who will stop at nothing to rid the galaxy of every lingering memory of the life he had before his fall.
WHAT A MESS I LEAVE
Redeemed in the eyes of the Force, Anakin Skywalker has been granted sentience beyond death, allowing him to reach out to his descendents and warn them against repeating his mistakes.
FILTH TEACHES FILTH. stranger things Before 008, before 011, there was subject 001. Anakin Skywalker, the first of an entire generation veined with strange, incomprehensible powers. Disappeared at sixteen after his mother's mysteriously unreported murder at the hands of a local gang. His escape preceded 11's only by a few years, && now he's back in Hawkins on the trail of Brenner's prodigy.
SPANDEX & STEEL. marvel/dc
Born and raised in Tatooine, New Mexico, Anakin didn't think himself any different from the rest of the lonely souls living in the desert. That is, until his mother was killed by local gang members, jumpstarting a series of strange murders that forced him to go on the run. He's a metahuman, a mutant; with strange powers he can't control and the blood of several seriel murderers on his hands. Sometimes he owns a small car shop just outside of town, and sometimes he doesn't have a home at all.
WHEN THE WAR WINS. modern
Anakin, a war vet secluded in a no-name town in the middle of New Mexico, works to overcome his ptsd by becoming a hermit && buying the house his mother died in. His progress has been shaky, for obvious reasons.
DON'T CALL THIS REDEMPTION alternate ending
Believing himself to have died after passing out at the end of ROTJ, Vader, or Anakin now, awakens to a post-war galaxy to discover the eternal peace he sought is still far out of reach. Now a prisoner of the New Republic, Vader works alongside the Rebellion in secret as they dismantle the last vestiges of the Empire.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF LEGACY.
A private verse tied into ahphra's Sith verse and shadcwpreacher's alternate background. In this verse, after being rebuffed by his son, Vader looks to train Doctor Chelli Aphra as his apprentice.
The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.
AND WE ASK OURSELVES
Are monsters born, or made?
Let me tell you the story that's been scored into the stars. The family that turned the galaxy upside down. There was a man, with the weight of a prophecy lining his shoulders, and a thermonuclear furnace in his heart. He loved a woman, a proud, strong, kind woman who loved him equally, despite the anger, and the Darkness that grew in him. And the man watched her die every night in his dreams.
That man told himself if he can carry a prophecy, he can prevent a dream from becoming reality. Whatever it takes.
Whoever it takes.
SO WHAT HAPPENED
The man exchanged his loyalty for her life, and killed the people who raised him. He ended a war in one night, the fire of the gods burning behind him on a metal moutaintop.
The woman he loved was no fool, she could sight a fire started in her name. A queen knows when someone is bowing.
She meets him on a molten planet, begs him to stray from the Darkness. But there is a shadow in the place of the man she loved, a monster.
He takes her breath to silence her, doomed to paranoia on the arrival of his brother, who is too, in some ways, a shadow. Forced to kill the man meant to save them all.
So the man dies, and is reborn. Baptized by fire. The woman he loved dies too. And eventually, even the brother dies.
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