Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

I Didn't Want To Break

• Summary: He shook his head wildly and let these pent-up emotions flood into the Force before anyone walked by and wondered why their general sat crouched against the wall having a full-blown breakdown. No. No. He wouldn’t give his- his… that- that man, that monster the satisfaction.

A monster has made Anakin believe he is worthless of the Jedi title. Thankfully, Obi-Wan loves him too much to let that happen.

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Anakin hurried down the corridors of the temple like a beast snarled close behind him, nipping at his legs from deep within the shadows.

‘Just like that, my little slut - yes! Yes! Just take it. Take it like that. Like the little cockslut that you are!’

Anakin struggled for breath as he lashed about trying to free his bound limbs that were roped together by an invisible force. The waxy voice cackled like a crow as those long, cold fingers gripped his waist and reached down lower and lower-

He shook his head wildly and let these pent-up emotions flood into the Force before anyone walked by and wondered why their general sat crouched against the wall having a full-blown breakdown.

No. No.

He wouldn’t give his- his… that- that man, that monster the satisfaction.

‘You’re such a good hole for me, slave,’ the voice sneered in his ear. A spark of pain shot down his jaw as Anakin’s lobe was bitten. Anakin struggled again. He twisted with all his might, but it earned him a slap across his face and the whip-

When did his breathing become so shallow all of a sudden? Didn’t matter, he was almost to his quarters.

As inconspicuous as he could, Anakin stroked a hand over his chest, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. Deep breaths through his mouth. Deep breaths.

“Anakin!”

The man whipped around, saber ready in his hand and almost cut off Obi-Wan’s arms.

“Woah! Woah, hey, hey - it’s me, Young One. It’s me,” Obi-Wan raised his palms, eyes wide.

“I only wanted to surprise you with an embrace,” the older Jedi smiled warmly.

Anakin released the breath he barely noticed was lodged in his chest. He tried to hide his shaking fingers as he seethed his saber back into the obi belt. Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows, silently assessing his friend.

“Sorry,” Anakin mumbled, “I- I thought you wanted to… to attack me.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes bulged. “What?” he gasped.

“Well, I-” Anakin shrugged timidly, “Why- why would you want to hug me?”

If Obi-Wan only knew what happened…

“Why would I want to attack you?” he countered.

If he only knew…

Anakin’s silence increased the older Jedi’s worry. “Are you alright, Dear One?” Obi-Wan asked him softly.

Damn, if that nickname didn’t want to make Anakin release a tsunami of tears.

‘There’s nothing so dear about me anymore, Obi-Wan,’ he shamefully thought.

He nodded, “I’m alright, Mas-”

‘What’s a slave without his master? What are you worth without me? What are you without my punishment beating you into submission?’