Made and Unmade By You
And then the world explodes with rage.
The distinctive mechanical rasp of a respirator cuts through the silence. Harsh. Rhythmic. Inexorable. The sound of it makes the remaining Sith freeze, their expressions shifting from bloodlust to something that might be fear.
A red lightsaber ignites—crimson light refracting through the dust-filled air, turning everything into blood and shadow. The silhouette resolves into black armor, angular and merciless. Even through the obscuring haze and his compromised vision, Obi-Wan can feel the feral intensity of his gaze, the barely controlled violence radiating from every line of his body.
—- story by @kirlenawrites
"I felt—I just knew you were in danger and I—" His voice breaks completely. The hands that just killed three men now tremble as they ghost over Obi-Wan's injury, terrified of causing more harm. "I tried to get here faster but the coordinates were wrong and I couldn't find you and I thought—I thought I was going to be too late—"
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Anakin makes a small, broken sound that might be a sob or might be relief or might be some combination of both. The sound is muffled, barely audible. Anakin's fingers curl against the armor plating at Obi-Wan's sides, holding on with desperate strength, like Obi-Wan is the only solid thing in a universe gone mad.
"You saved my life," Obi-Wan says quietly, his voice rough but steady. His hand comes up to cradle Anakin's jaw, thumb brushing across his cheekbone. "My fierce protector. You were exactly what I needed."
"Did I—" Anakin's voice is barely audible, small in a way Obi-Wan has never heard it. Uncertain. Almost frightened. "Was I good?"
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Anakin’s rage when he felt Obi-wan immediate danger gave me chills. This story is actually the first of the one-shots that I found first, so a tad out of order, so my face was a gap! He’s just so raw and though you know that he’s probably doing all these awful things elsewhere, there’s just a tragic sadness to him here.
My feelings wards the films Anakin is rather affirmed that he got what he deserved for his sheer brutality. Deserving the agony just as much as he deserved the mercy given to him by the end when he dies when Obi-wan returns to aid him back to the force. But this Anakin is different because he was raised this way. And Obi-wan truly feels like the first thing that’s ever genuinely loved him. Or cares for him and not just a powerful ploy.
I just love these one-shots. I just find them so fascinating as these two strain themselves for these inches of joy in a reality that’s two-faced and bleak. please read if you like!
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can’t wait to do the next one and gush over that too!










