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part 4 for the dragon au? stakes are high and im scared but i need to know!
its been a while but here i am because i was suddenly fucking SMACKED with ideas (plural) so
| part 1 | part 2 | part 3 |
“I’ve tried to kill him before, (Y/N), don’t you remember? It didn’t end well.” Anakin was absolutely fuming- you were glad his anger was centered on you, and not Obi-Wan.
“His guards turned you away,” you said, leaning against the chest he kept pushed up against the wall. Shmi had taken a seat at the table, and Obi-Wan was with Ahsoka on the couch. Anakin was the only one standing, pacing back and forth. “And they only got there because you hesitated. I won’t.”
“It’s dangerous, (Y/N),” Obi-Wan reminded you, and you gave him a solemn nod, your left hand gripping your saber where it hung at your waist. “He’ll have any number of people come to his aid.”
“So we need to launch an attack,” you countered, “cover the entire town in battle so that I can do what I must.”
“And endanger the citizens?” Shmi spoke up from her seat at the table, and you turned from her gaze, puzzling downward at the floor.
“No,” you conceded, “the people have nothing to do with this.”
“Then we must evacuate the city,” Obi-Wan said, with the confidence in his voice that you had always admired. Your gaze lowered slightly as you considered what you’d need to do to get Palpatine alone. You then looked to the dragon who the Coruscantians would recognize, and know to fear.
“Anakin-”
“I could create a problem outside of town,” he said, waving his hand slightly as though he was stopping you from finishing your question. “That’ll get them moving.”
“If the problem is outside of town, they’ll only grow fearful and stay,” Obi-Wan said, and you tugged Anakin to your side the next time he passed, knowing that he’d calm down if he stood beside you instead of pacing. “We need to get them out of the city.”
“The center of the city is already in ashes,” Shmi said, “it would be nearly harmless to put on a fire show there.”
“Flush them out from the inside,” Ahsoka agreed, her dual sabers in her lap. You lifted your hips from the chest for an instant, feeling Anakin’s insistence that he wrap his cloak around you.
“You’ll cause a panic,” Shmi warned.
“Master,” you said, lifting your hand from your saber to slide it over where Anakin’s had come around your waist under his cloak, “you and Ahsoka can lead them out. They’ll trust two knights.” He gave you a brief nod. “Once the people are safe, Anakin can draw out the guards, and I’ll take care of Palpatine.”
“It’s a good plan,” Obi-Wan said, a hint of trepidation in his voice, “but remember who you’re fighting. He’ll have tricks up his sleeve.”
“He’s an old man,” you said, “when he stands alone, he’ll fall to me.” Obi-Wan shook his head, but you didn’t notice.
~~~
You waited for three days, giving you and Anakin both time to heal for another battle. Shmi kept the Jedi fed, and you stood watch at the mouth of the cave, ensuring that no armies were marching upon you.
On the fourth day, just before dawn, the plan was set in motion. You donned Shmi’s cloak, giving you protection. You watched, this time, as you wrapped it around yourself. Her scales were much browner than her son’s, complimenting your skin tone rather than standing against it. You didn’t mind the claws so much anymore- they’d be useful, if the scenario arose.
Obi-Wan and Ahsoka set into the woods, Obi-Wan’s cloak kept safe with Shmi so that he would appear as human and knightly as his apprentice. When enough time had passed that they would be nearing the village, Anakin took his dragon form, and let you climb onto his neck.
It was certainly different. His scales were as familiar as his skin, and yet the hulking might you felt beneath you was foreign. You held onto a lower set of spikes on the back of his neck and hunkered down, expecting the flight to be very difficult, between the wind and the speed and the cold.
As he left the cave and cleared the trees, it was quite difficult to hold on. You managed, but until the flight smoothed out, you’d have a hard time.
But when it did- wow.
The sun was just above the horizon, long away across the sprawling forests and mountains, painting the whispy sluggish clouds with gold and pink. You’d never been so high in your life, not even the mountains you’d climbed while training with Obi-Wan could compare. You saw the world stretch out before you, curving off into the golden oblivion of another dawn.
The wind was no longer harsh. It didn’t fight you, it flowed through you, pushing your hair back and raising Shmi’s cloak behind you. You felt almost as though you were levitating off of Anakin.
And Anakin- you held tight to him, but it was like you didn’t need to. His flight was smooth, gentle, he rose with the air instead of beating against it. The motion of his wings, up and down in long, controlled strokes, felt almost like breathing, like the breathing of a beast even greater than a dragon, the beast of flight, or even the wind itself.
You’d been around dragons for weeks, now. You’d known them and grown to love them. You’d fought for them, been rescued by them, been mistaken for one yourself. But in all that time, you’d never truly understood what it was like to be a dragon- not a fire breathing beast, but the ruler of the sky in a way that was second only to the rising, gilded sun.
You almost forgot what the day was meant to become, being the first of the morning to meet the sun as it peaked between the far-off mountain ranges. It wasn’t fear. You were facing no tyrant, you weren’t meddling in the politics of a king and his aspiring assassin. None of that was this day, not for the moment. This day was for the flight, for watching the forests and farms pass beneath you, for the clouds you could almost touch. Nothing had ever felt like this, and you doubted that anything ever would, again.
But all dreams end. And the day was not for a flight, but for a war.
Coruscant reared beneath you, and you lowered your chest down to become more aerodynamic against Anakin’s neck. He turned into a tight spiral, descending toward the great scorch mark he’d left behind in his rescue of you, all that time ago. When he touched down, you slid from his neck, touching the ground again. It greeted you like a long-forgotten enemy.
Almost immediately, you saw people begin to flee, to take what they had and rush to the streets and into the forests. You knew that somewhere, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan awaited them, to offer them guidance.
In the quickly-created chaos, you saw Palpatine. His red robes stood out to you, and you watched as he disappeared from the streets into a tall stone building.
You pressed your hand to Anakin’s cheek.
“Funnel them toward the Jedi,” you told him, his body so different but his heartbeat so familiar. “When you come back for the guards, I’ll know the people are safe.” He lept from the ground, and you pulled your hood over your horns, helping whoever needed it in the evacuation. They were moving quickly, and you disappeared into the crowds, knowing that Palpatine would stay behind and hide. He wouldn’t hide among the people.
When you neared the outskirts of the town, you turned back, facing down the crowd now rushing toward you. You froze in your tracks, like you had the day of your rescue, and you looked at Coruscant.
Once again it blazed before you. Once again its people scurried, terrified, but this time, it had been your choice. Your words from that day echoed in your ears.
“I curse this town.”
A woman tripped on her dress in your path, and you dove down to catch her before she hit the mud. Her eyes met yours as you righted her, and you watched as fear and confusion crossed her gaze. She recognized you.
“Go,” you told her gently, and she hurried past you without a word.
“I curse Coruscant and all who live within it."
You’d been so hurt, that day. You’d been hurt by the people who didn’t stand for you, but you knew better, now. You knew that it was Palpatine who held not only this town, but nearly the entire kingdom in his grasp. You were here to free them all.
“I curse you to the fire and death I sought to protect you from!”
Anakin swept past, raining fire down a few blocks over, but no buildings caught the blaze. He didn’t destroy the homes, he urged people out of them.
“I curse you to be torn, limb from body and flesh from bone, I curse you to the same end of pain and suffering that I will be given!”
A child stumbled from his mother’s grip and into the path of a frightened horse. With no hesitation, you scooped him up and turned, pulling him from harm’s way. His mother had nothing but relief in her eyes as she thanked you, whisking her son away.
“I curse the Force from this place, may its kindness never guide you again!”
You’d never hated the people. You’d never wanted this for them- you’d wanted to protect them from the scourge of a malevolent dragon.
Well, Palpatine was no dragon. But he was malevolent all the same.
When the streets were near empty, and the crowds were all behind you, you once again faced that grey stone building you’d seen him disappear into. You scanned it, and remembered what it had been- the barracks of the soldiers of the town. You’d been offered a bed there, when you first arrived. Why he would take refuge in it now, that didn’t matter, even as you looked up at the second floor window, and saw him staring back.
You lit your saber and entered the building.
The burning orange of your blade lit the room, the dawn sunlight not penetrating now-thick clouds of smoke. You made your way to the stairwell, hoping to corner him against the very window he’d revealed himself behind.
“Good afternoon, Sidious,” he said as you entered the room. You raised your saber, narrowing your eyes. Whatever plan he had, you gave him no opportunity.
“Your evil ends today,” you said, voice calm, strong.
“I’m not the evil in the room,” he answered, fumbling a grip onto the sword on his hip.
“I was a knight,” you growled, “and the town prospered without worry from the dragon. It was you who made them fear him. It was you who made them fear me.” Palpatine shuffled around the room, seemingly attempting to evade you. He only got closer to the stairs lead to the next floor up.
“Vader would have destroyed this town and all of its people,” Palpatine said, clutching onto the handrail of the staircase. “Just as he is now!” You looked, briefly, over your shoulder and out of the window that was now beside you. From here, you could see fire raging through the town.
“He meant Coruscant no harm until you threatened his home.” You stalked toward him, making him retreat up the stairs.
“A dragon is a threat, no matter the harm they intend!”
“You know nothing!” You snarled, one of your fangs catching against your lip.
“I know that you mean to kill me!” he said, pulling forth his sword with the weakness of an old man. “To plunge Coruscant into chaos!”
“Coruscant is in chaos!” you shouted, waving an arm across the windows. From the third floor, you could see not only the flames, but the people. “Is this what you wanted? Was this in your plans? Provoking a dragon would end no other way!”
“You didn’t need to do this!” Palpatine pleaded, “This isn’t my fault!” Snapping with anger, you struck your saber across a floorboard, slicing through it and sending the smell of smoke into the air.
“I wanted to help Coruscant!” you shouted, “I wanted to protect its people! It was your ambition that has brought this down onto the people! Don’t you feel even the slightest regret for that? You tried to execute a Jedi Knight! You plan to kill the king!”
As soon as you said it, you wished you hadn’t.
“So I underestimated you,” he said, and suddenly there was no fear in his voice. Suddenly, his limbs didn’t shake, and he raised his sword with strength you didn’t know he had. “I didn’t think you’d figure it out.” With speed that surprised you, he launched toward you, striking his sword against your saber with such force that you crashed to your back, your saber digging into the wooden floor. More smoke filled the air, and little glowing embers began crawling across the floor. You pulled to your feet.
Palpatine had disappeared up the stairs, to the fourth floor. You know he was baiting you into giving chase, but you couldn’t let him go. You charged after him, catching him before he could reach the next staircase. He was stronger than you’d realized, but still was no match for you- you began to overpower him quickly. Fear rose within him, you could sense it, and his tactics changed. Without warning, he shoved you against an armoire, and you went crashing through the doors.
The back of your head cracked against something within the wooden wardrobe, and you fell forward, dizzy for the moment. Palpatine, though, wasn’t concerned with you, and instead pulled something from the armoire. Hoping for your vision to clear, you looked up at him, trying to focus on the black thing that swirled around him for a moment before laying over his shoulders.
Wait-
You blinked, hard, as grey scales rose on his face and arms, as his fingernails lengthened into claws, as dark grey horns curled from his temples.
“You’re a dragon?” You forced out, pushing yourself onto your hands and knees. Raising your head, he said only one sentence to you as he turned to the final staircase, leading to the roof of the barracks.
“Haven’t you ever wondered who Vader’s father is?”
The world spun around you. Maybe it was the news, maybe the concussion. Now you understood why he’d baited you up the stairs- he could escape. He could escape, and with the form of a dragon he would incite a larger war, a war of chaos and mayhem and destruction. One that would have started right here, in Coruscant, and they would blame Anakin. It was all your fault- you thought you could outsmart him. You’d failed.
So you pulled yourself to your feet. You rushed up the stairs, your vision fighting against the smoke and the flames, but focusing on the black dragon that Palpatine had become.
You were too late- he took flight, clearing the rooftops to go incite the war that would make him king, as the last great politician who would save the kingdom.
Your saber humming at your hip, you grit your teeth. You wouldn’t let him do it. You wouldn’t let his thirst for power take any more lives.
You broke out into a run, one last effort of your prowess, gaining as much speed as you could before the edge of the roof, and then you jumped.
This was nothing like the flight you’d had with Anakin. This was sickening, your saber held beneath your fists, your body without control.
You focused any balance and agility you had as you closed the gap to the great dragon, and dug the full length of your blade, all three feet, into the thinner scales beneath the wings.
As your momentum was parallel to the dragon, the blade was wrenched sideways as you fell, but then began to be pulled downward with your weight. Like a knife through butter, your weight pulled the saber further from the ribcage and closer to the stomach, until you opened the gash entirely. You took down the dragon- you heard him roaring in his pain.
But when the saber left the dragon’s flesh, you fell.
Your saber lost its grip, and the wrench stole it from your grip, as well. You had no control over your body, and fell toward the ground with your stomach toward the sky. You were disconnected from everything you’d ever had- your Jedi training, your home at the temple or the cavern, the people you loved. You wished, even though it had been impossible, that you were wearing Anakin’s cloak. At least, then, you would be wrapped in him as you plummeted downward. That would’ve been all the comfort you needed.
You heard things crack, when you landed. You felt your head pound, wounds fresh and fresher willing you into unconsciousness. Your eyes still fighting against what they saw, you made out the shape of a human, falling from the sky above you. You saw a dark shadow pass through the smoke clouds, and a warm blanket of black overcame you. It dulled the pain, just for a moment, before your lost your grip.
~~~
“You’re gonna be fine.”
Anakin’s voice was far away, like you were hearing him through water. You felt warm. For a moment, you thought that he had you in his arms, under the blankets of his bed. There was too much movement for that, but still- he held you, and you felt just as safe as you would’ve, in his cave.
“Anakin, what’s happened?”
Oh, Obi-Wan always worried too much about you. Doesn’t he know by now that you can take care of yourself?
“Whose cloak is that?”
Shmi had a truly lovely voice; she sounded like a mother should. You had never known your mother.
“It’s got to be Palpatine’s. I found them covered in it, in the middle of a street.”
Anakin’s voice, muddled as it was, soothed you. His voice sounded the way that an arm wrapped around your waist felt. He sounded the way a strong hug felt after a nightmare.
“Palpatine’s? How is that possible?”
Ahsoka, on the other hand, sounded the way a jaunty slap on the back felt.
“I don’t know.”
Anakin sounded so troubled. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, listen to the way his breathing would slow down. Maybe he’d want to talk over tea about whatever the issue was.
“Are they alright?”
Shmi, so kind. So selfless. These were your loved ones, the only ones you had. Their voices washed over you with calm like no healing salve ever could.
“I don’t know.”
Anakin- he had been attacking Coruscant. He’d been protecting the people while engaging the soldiers. Is that why he sounded so worried? Had he gotten hurt?
“Their leg-”
“I know.”
Anakin cut off Obi-Wan with urgency. Whose leg? Was everyone alright? Why couldn’t you move- why couldn’t you open your eyes?
“Are they going to be alright?”
Ahsoka sounded so fearful- you’d never heard her with so much fear in her voice. Something had to have gone horribly wrong, they needed help, didn’t they? They needed your help.
Your eyes didn’t focus, when you finally convinced yourself to open them. There was just grey sludge, and shapes all around.
“(Y/N)?” Anakin’s hands came to your face, and despite knowing that some sort of danger faced them, you smiled. You couldn’t help but smile, when he held you, when he looked at you with sharp, beautiful blue eyes.
“Hi,” you breathed out, making to wrap your fingers around his wrist. But a stabbing pain shocked your shoulder, and your arm stayed firmly in place.
“It’s okay, don’t move,” Anakin said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His lips were so soft. Still, you felt warm. You tried to find yourself, to place your location, but all you could see beyond him was grey fuzz.
“Where-”
“We’re home, you’re okay. We did it.” A warm hand covered the top of your head, and you moved just far enough to see Obi-Wan give you a smile.
“I don’t know what you did,” Obi-Wan said, with that familiar touch of playful disapproval, “But you succeeded. Palpatine is dead.”
“The people?” You mumbled out, and Anakin squeezed your hand in his.
“As far as we can tell, no one got hurt,” Ahsoka said, standing behind Anakin, her arms crossed, but a smile on her face.
That was all you needed to hear. You laid your head back down, pulling Anakin’s hand onto your stomach. You didn’t want him going anywhere.
Obi-Wan and Ahsoka discussed something with Shmi, something about returning to Coruscant to help the people. You couldn’t pay much mind to it, not with your attention and your senses so dulled. All you could manage to keep track of was Anakin, his thumb running over your knuckles.
“I love you,” you said, unprompted. Your mind was fuzzy, your memory moreso, but you knew that he had been your last thought, as you fell.
His smile grew, and he lifted your hand to his mouth so that he could kiss your fingers. Your eyes never left his, no matter how tired you were.
“I love you,” he answered, resting his elbows onto the edge of whatever cushion you were laying on.
You couldn’t focus, really, not on any thought you had. Your mind was beyond scrambled, and slightly throbbing. Was that blood running down the back of your neck, or were you imagining that?
No matter the muddled state of your mind, though, you couldn’t look away from him. His kind expression, a mixture of relief and love and happiness and bitter-sweetness. His soft skin, for your hands to hold, no one else’s. His broad shoulders with his cloak stretched over them, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself in that cloak just then. And his eyes- those piercing, chilling blue eyes that had focused on you the first moment he met you and never looked away. He was staring, even now.
A smile slid up your lips.
“Be not afraid of being startled by my beauty,” you whispered, gently squeezing his hand in your fingers, “for I am enthralled by yours.”
(stupid thing isn’t letting me properly tag people OTL)
So I watched Game of Thrones clips and got the idea to give Barriss three baby dragons because who doesn't love crossovers? And tiny fire breathing spawns of Satan?
And then an AU was born.
And then I doodled Barriss and her new precious sons.
Anddddd then I got thinking on my AU for Dragon!Anakin. And then I combined the two. Because I can.
But then I realized that Anakin's being a dragon sort of conflicts with Barriss's dragon, so I changed it up a little (because technically speaking, the dragons in GoT are Wyverns if you want to be that person). And made a little comparison chart to show the differences and the fact that I have WAY too many headcanons.
Which then spawned a doodle of the one and only time Ahsoka let her giant fire breathing Master anywhere near Barriss's children. For obvious reasons.
Alternative Title to this is now "Anakin and Barriss's relationship in a nutshell".
Factoids no one wants but you gonna get anyways
Barriss's Dragons/Wyverns:
· Acquired/born sometime between the start of the Clone Wars and Weapons Factory
· First one was based off of Drogon from GoT. Then I got bored and based the second off a ram… thing, and the third off a Carnotaurus.
· The Drogon-based one is the bravest; the Carnotaurus the most temperamental and snappish; the Ram is docile and calmest of the three.
· The Ram is blind; he's babied a bit more than his brothers and can't properly hunt on his own.
· They hiss and growl rather than roar.
· They react in accordance to Barriss's emotions and mental state, along with her own personal feelings towards certain people. AKA if she hates you, you're going to get hissed at and probably set on fire.
· Love their Mama; Mama is everything, Mama is their world.
· Warm fire babies that torch EVERYTHING
· DO NOT SEPARATE FROM MAMA
· THINGS WILL BURN
· THE GALAXY WILL BURN
· But mostly Palps
· So win-win tbh
Dragon!Anakin
· Part of an old semi-extinct species of shapeshifters from an unknown region (be it from this galaxy or another); the type of dragon he's called is a "Peacock-Swan" because I suck at decisions. Snow white with an elegant long neck, and peacock tail feathers. Very luxurious dragon. Doesn't make him less of a chrome trashcan though.
· Human form-dragon form; can shift interchangeably; dragon form does not occur until the age of 21 UNLESS the dragon in question has been taught/conditioned to shift between forms since birth (Shmi did not do so for Anakin/was most likely unaware or not even part of the species because ISTG if the Force can father Anakin, it can make him a dragon).
· As such, Anakin did not experience the change between his forms/even the awareness of being a dragon until he was 21. He was on a mission off-Coruscant with Ahsoka at the time, luckily. Though not for her - scared the ever loving s*** out of her.
· First transformation - akin to the werewolf. Very painful and unsettling, mind may not be intact (instinct takes over rationality and consciousness). After the first initial shift, the body grows used to the change and the pain fades in time.
· Larger but not than life - I drew Anakin HUGE but he's actually only a bit bigger than a Shire Horse.
· Featherbutt - unlike the Wyverns, Anakin is covered in fur and feathers (see Floof, another Dragon!Anakin variant (I need a life))
· Ahsoka totally takes advantage of Anakin's new form - I mean, come on, her master is now a huge fire breathing flying dragon, you don't think she isn't going to have fun with that?
· Learning to fly - Anakin actually sucked at it and crashed. A lot.
· Dragon Rider - Ahsoka learned to ride Anakin as a mount; HTTYD and Eragon style
· Giant Dog, Vain Cat - Anakin, despite being a massive avian creature, is like a giant dog (at least around Ahsoka; to everyone else, he's literally Satan)
· Protective - Force Forbid ANYONE have a go at Ahsoka now.
· Hoarding problems - Anakin hoards droid parts from victorious battles he's won and ship pieces. The Temple is a mess. RIP the Order.
· Snow White and the Three Trashcans - Anakin does not like Barriss's Wyverns. At all.
the dragon anakin au was so good can we get a part 2 please
AHDKCJSHWE DEADASS???
find Part One here
“I curse the Force from this place! May its kindness never guide you again!”
The morning cold had settled in your bones, after spending the night so warm, in Anakin’s arms. Staring into the eyes of a dragon made it no better. His back teeth sparked, and from the mouth of the dragon came the flame, directed in a stream straight to you.
Its fingers latched onto the wood before you, and wind moved past you as though even the air wanted to escape the flame. It consumed the wood it touched, and consumed the sky from above you, and all you could see was the flame.
But it did not consume you.
In fact, it did not even touch you. Red and yellow heat surrounded you, stole the air from your lungs, catching and crawling on the wood around you, but not near you. Somehow, surrounding where you kneeled, chained to the platform, no fire crept closer. Astounded, you stared, your breathing laboured as the heat and smoke advanced where the fire did not. You looked forward, wishing you could shield your eyes from the flame, and something caught your eye.
There was a silhouetted black figure, splitting open the flames as he walked, parting them as though they listened to him. It was Anakin, with his dragon’s cloak, and as he approached he revealed a glistening axe.
You couldn’t react by the time he had struck down, slicing cleanly between your hands, freeing you from your chains.
“Come,” he said, and you took his hand. He tugged you to your feet, and within the fire, he wrapped you in his cloak. Together you ran from the flames, escaping from the flame in the chaos of the village, and fled through the streets, to where his forest began.
You stopped and turned, faced with the destruction of the town. Before you was a wall of flame, like nothing you’d ever seen, the platform and nearby council hall nothing but fuel to a pyre.
“(Y/N), we have to go!” Anakin shouted, and you tore your eyes away.
Halfway to his cavern and you stumbled, dropping to your knees in the dirt. At no point had you ever been in any real danger, but the betrayal of Palpatine and the guard hurt you nearly as much. In the exertion of running, the cut on your chin had begun bleeding anew, rolling down your neck and staining your collar.
“Love,” Anakin said, and that was all, picking you up from the ground with your knees over one arm and your shoulders resting on the other. He carried you the rest of the way. He knew you could’ve made it there yourself, but he also knew you didn’t have to.
He set you down on one of the couches in the loft of his cavern, and quickly gathered a wet cloth. You were coated in dirt, soot, blood, and he began with gently wiping your face.
“They were going to sacrifice you,” he said, gaze loving and concerned.
“I failed to kill you,” you said, closing your eyes. “They said that if you...” What had even been their intention? “I guess they thought that if you ate me, you wouldn’t bother them for a while.” Anakin rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone upon another swipe of the cloth.
“You’re safe now,” he said, and you shook your head.
“We aren’t,” you insisted, reaching up to hold onto his hand, catching his eye. “They’ll just send another knight, or worse, and now you have me to look after too, and it’s just-” You looked down in shame. “I’ve made it so much worse for you, Anakin.”
“No,” he breathed, bringing you close and pressing his forehead to yours. “I’d do anything for you. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what.” You craned your neck up quickly to press a kiss against his lips. It was brief, and you rested back against the couch. Gently he ran his thumb over the cut on your chin, the very one he’d given you a few hours ago.
“You said they’d take care of this,” he said softly, moving a chest nearby the wall, and digging around within it. When he returned, he scooped a fingerful of salve from the glass container he’d found, and spread it along the length of the cut.
“I thought they would,” you said, “they would take such good care of me when I returned.”
“Unless they decide to destroy you,” he added, a dark tone within his voice. “They tried to kill you.” Saddened, you didn’t answer. When he felt you were clean, and taken care of, he straightened up.
“I’m going to kill them,” Anakin said, his expression hard.
“Anakin,” you said, surprised by his violence.
“I’m going to slaughter them like animals.”
“No, no,” you objected, following as he stepped down into the main floor of the cavern, his cloak billowing behind him. “No, the townspeople have nothing to do with this.” Anakin turned to you, and you had never seen him this angry, not even when you attempted his life, all that time ago.
“Then why’d it happen?” He snarled, and you took a step back, unsure of his intention.
“It- i-it was Palpatine. He ordered it, but-” Anakin turned, and began to run, opening his cloak like he would open his wings, and began his transformation to dragon form.
“Anakin, wait!” You called, chasing after him, but he flew from the cave, and over the trees. You skidded to a stop at the stone ledge, glaring at his figure as it disappeared over the forest, no doubt on his way to Coruscant.
In frustration, you lifted your hands to your forehead, then moving them back over your scalp until you framed your temples with your forearms, hiding your face between your elbows. With angry steps you moved back into the cavern, taking hold of a gold coin and throwing it with as much force as you could muster. You pulled your saber from your belt, igniting it with your incantation, and for a moment just listened to it hum. Your name would be a stain upon the Jedi Order- the knight that couldn’t kill a dragon, that couldn’t stop their own execution. And Anakin was gone, to burn down the village or worse, you wouldn’t know until he returned, and you didn’t know when that would be.
There were a thousand reasons to rage. So you snuffed your saber and sat at the opening of the cave, looking out over the forest, trying to meditate.
“There is no emotion, there is peace,” you breathed to yourself, looking out over the calm forest. Anger hadn’t served you in the past, and it wouldn’t know.
“There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.” As long as Anakin was a threat to Coruscant, Palpatine would never stop sending knights after him. You needed to figure out a way to settle it all.
“There is no passion, there is serenity.” But you felt the lie in your heart. You had broken the code of the Order- first, by failing to kill Anakin, and now, letting your passion guide you into a life with him, running from the Order and from Coruscant. Sooner or later, you’d need to come to terms with one of the scariest thoughts to ever cross your mind: you weren’t the Jedi Knight you thought you were.
“There is no chaos, there is harmony.” When this was all over, it would be the way it had been- and you could spend your time with Anakin, without worry of Coruscant. Maybe you could even be a Jedi knight, or a Grey at least, doing service to the kingdom outside of the Order.
Anakin returned not an hour later. You stood from where you’d been reading near the mouth of the cavern and set down your book, happy to see him. But as he approached, you noticed something. You’d only seen him fly twice before, but something about the way he was flying now looked wrong, off. Like he was unbalanced. You took a step or two closer to the entrance, and when he landed, he barely even slowed his momentum before beginning his change back.
“Anakin?” You rushed to him as he stumbled forward, and caught him before he fell. Now you could see what had caused the issue- he was torn, bloodied, and bruised. You guided him to a seat and let him lay, trying to take stock of all of the wounds.
“Anakin, what happened?” You said, panicked, noticing more and more wounds. His legs were sliced in a few places, he had scratches on his shoulders and chest, and a deep, vertical cut over his right eye. It seemed that he had avoided any damage to the eye.
“I meant to kill Palpatine,” he said, and your eyes widened. You rushed up to the loft to gather the supplies he’d used to clean you up, and returned with them to tend to him.
“Did you?” You asked, first wiping up his face so that the blood wouldn’t run into his eyes.
“No,” he said, letting out a breath. “I hesitated just long enough that he could draw his sword and give me this-” he indicated the cut over his eye, “And by then, the guards were there to do the rest.” You paused to cup his face, searching his eyes.
“You didn’t need to do that,” you said softly, “You didn’t need to put yourself in danger.” He reached up, and as his cloak fell from his arm, it only revealed more blood.
“I’d do anything for you.” Though he was bleeding, you took a moment to look at him, and appreciate what the force had given you, guided you toward. Master Yoda could have chosen any Jedi to send to Coruscant, but it was you.
“Anakin? (Y/N)?” Came a voice from outside the cave, and you looked toward the entrance with suspicion before leaving Anakin’s side to investigate.
It was the old woman who had allowed you to stay in her home, Shmi. But she wasn’t... she certainly didn’t look the same. Her hair, normally pulled into a bun at the back of her head, now fell around curled, black horns. She wore a dragon’s skin cloak.
“Shmi?” You said, in disbelief.
“Mom?” Anakin echoed, having heard her name. You looked back to him in surprise, then to Shmi.
“You’re his-” you reached down to take her hand, pulling her up and past the ledge, one or two things clicking into place in your mind.
No wonder she kept insisting that you return to the dragon. No wonder she never said a thing when your ‘wounds’ washed away with a single swipe of a washcloth.
“Thank you, dear,” she said, giving your shoulder a squeeze before approaching Anakin. “You’re both in danger, you need to hide.”
“Hide?” You said, wondering what could possibly happen that would make today worse.
“The council of Coruscant has ordered an army of golems. They’re on their way- you need to get as far away from here as you can.” Golems were- well, bad news, first of all. Every village in the kingdom had a collection of statues that could be animated into soldiers, if there were need. The ones surrounding Coruscant were called the Droids, and they were sculpted as archers.
“We can’t abandon this place,” you said, not wanting to engage in unnecessary battle, but unwilling to leave Anakin’s home. “We can protect it. I can take on the Golems.”
“(Y/N),” Shmi began, but the rumbling began. “(Y/N), be careful,” she insisted, “Councilman Gunray has been sent to ensure that Anakin is killed. If he sees you-”
“I’ll be careful, I promise,” you said, cutting her off.
“Wait,” Anakin called, fishing his cloak out from beneath him. As he pulled the cloak from his body, he lost his scales, his horns- his human form became even less dragon than you’d ever seen it. “No arrow can pierce it.” He held the cloak to you, and you fashioned it around your shoulders quickly, then giving him a quick kiss.
“Stay here,” you told him, “where you’re safe.” Shmi nodded, taking over treating his wounds, and you turned to the entrance of the cave. The rumbling had stopped, which likely meant that the droids were waiting for Anakin to reveal himself.
You pulled the cloak’s hood over your head and stepped forward, your face hidden in the shadow of the cloak, and your saber hidden within it.
You threw the cloak open, letting it flare out from your sides, opening your arms and igniting your citrine saber.
The droids began firing, and you descended upon them.
If you could avoid the arrows, you could easily get close to them, and with a swing of your saber the magic inside them died, and the pieces of statues would crumble into the dirt. You cut through them, through the masses of them, their heavy feet preventing the agility they’d need to even stand a chance against you, great Jedi Knight, trained in combat by the Masters Yoda and Windu. No droid could stand a chance against you. Only when there was not a single left standing, and broken statues littered the grasslands like fallen soldiers, did you turn toward the trees.
You were panting, breathing hard, black dust and sand of crumbled stone collecting over your face, cut through with lines of sweat. It took a moment, but you located Councilman Gunray, cowering behind a tree.
You lifted your saber, so you looked straight down its orange, fiery blade at him.
“Tell Palpatine,” you roared, “that if he leaves us alone, he will receive no more hostility.” You glared, eyes sparking with the ferocity of a battle won. “But if he tries to rain down fire upon us, he will be flooded with fire and death the likes of which he has never seen!”
The councilman fled.
He returned to Coruscant with a harrowing tale. It seemed, in his fear, many of the details of what he has seen were warped and changed, molded to fit what he had expected from the day. He told of the fallen Jedi knight who had stood at the mouth of the dragon’s lair and opened wings, fire sprouting from their hand before descending on the droids, and destroying them all. He told of the fallen Jedi knight who stood before the councilman and threatened him while breathing fire, black scales erupted from their face.
Your curse had burned Coruscant, the townspeople whispered, and in the fire you’d been reborn as a dragon spirit.
So then a part 3 pretty please? I would love to see Obi-Wan and others in this story too :))
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hmm. lore is getting deeper here ladies and gents
Shmi, as it turned out, had once called Anakin’s cavern her home. She had raised him here, and when she had gotten too old to protect it, had left the cave to Anakin for an easier life among the humans.
She very seldom came to visit her son in the forest, as it would be seen as suspicious for an elderly woman to wander off in the direction of the dragon’s lair. But when she had heard that Council Head Palpatine was sending his army of golems, she had hurried toward the mountain with as much haste as she could.
Councilman Gunray was long gone into the woods when you decided it was safe to turn your back on where he’d been. You picked through the crumbled golems that had fallen into the grass, reaching the stone ledge that lead into Anakin’s cave. It was a foot or so taller than you, but had plenty of footholds, so like always, you scaled it without a problem.
Anakin was sitting up now, his skin cleaned of blood and wounds treated nicely. Shmi was sitting beside him, and both seemed anxious for your return. Both stared as you climbed up, presumably because they were worried you’d been hurt.
“It’s alright, I’m fine,” you said, lifting the hilt of your quieted saber to place it back on your waistband, but as you did, you noticed something about your arm.
On the outside of your forearm, there was a patch of grey-ish brown scales. Your fingernails were a shade darker, hardened and lengthened into claws. You checked- and the same was true for the other arm.
“What-” you started, breathing beginning to speed up, a slight bit of panic invading your body. “What is this?” Anakin practically jumped to his feet, and you watched him with worry in your eyes as he cupped your face, rubbing his thumbs over your cheekbones. He didn’t have his horns, nor slitted eyes, and his arms were free of scales while he rubbed his thumbs over your cheekbones. You almost pulled away from him- there was something weird about the way you felt his touch, like he was touching scar tissue, but you knew you had no scars under your eyes.
“It’s alright,” Anakin breathed, his blue eyes full of affection. “You look beautiful.” You reached up to hold his arms, but the sight of your new claws only startled you further.
“Anakin, I-” He interrupted you by bringing his hand down to your shoulders, flipping his dragon’s skin cloak from your shoulders. As he did, you felt a change- and looked down in bewilderment as your fingernails slowly shortened and returned to normal, the scales on your arms disappearing back into your skin.
“It’s okay,” he said, throwing the cloak around himself again. “It’s a dragon’s cloak.” Your eyes were drawn to him as he spoke, and scales emerged on his cheekbones, horns sprouted from his hair, his pupils narrowed into the slits you’d grown so used to seeing.
The cloak- it was magic. Now, you cursed yourself for not figuring out earlier.
“Whoever wears it gets a bit of a dragon’s look. I can’t change forms unless I’m wearing it.”
“So I could’ve changed into a dragon?” You asked, running your fingers down the cloak, its inside smooth, exterior scaled.
“No,” he said, “Only I can do that, since it’s mine.” He raised his hands to your face again, and let one thumb roll over your lower lip. “But you made a beautiful dragon.” You blushed, lowering your head, and only then did you remember that Shmi was still there. You trusted her, and she was Anakin’s mother after all, but that made it more embarrassing to have a blatantly romantic moment in front of her. You cleared your throat, slipping from his grip and turning toward her.
“Coruscant- what’s it look like, now?” You asked her, and she gave you a small smile.
“I know how you worried for us, dear,” Shmi said, her whole body just radiating kindness. “Most of the homes are untouched, especially the lower class.” Relief you hadn’t known you were waiting for flooded your body. Coruscant, even with its leaders turning their backs on you, was a town full of people like any other in the kingdom, and you had never wanted to hurt the townspeople. “The sacrificial stage is gone, as is the council’s meeting hall, and many other buildings in the middle of town, such as Palpatine’s home.”
“His house burnt down?” You asked, letting regret flash across your face. Shmi reached out to take your hand, pulling you down to sit beside her.
“No, don’t worry,” she said, holding your hand with both of hers. “Palpatine is a deplorable, evil man. You should know better than anyone. He deserves what he’s gotten.” You offered her a small smile, hoping to convince yourself of it, too. You’d meant to make Coruscant better, but by falling for Anakin, it seemed like you’d made everyone’s life worse.
“Mom, I don’t think you should be going back to Coruscant,” Anakin suggested, standing at the top of the stairs to his loft.
“I agree,” Shmi said, gathering herself to her feet. “Luckily, my dear, I believe you still have a spare bed?” Anakin looked first at Shmi, then to you, before turning a slightly surprised gaze toward his mother.
“I do, my old room, but don’t you... where is (Y/N) going to sleep?” With the expression of a mother who knows her son too well, Shmi shook her head, giving you a knowing look before following a tunnel away from the loft and into the mountain.
Anakin turned toward you, confused, and you only smiled. Maybe he’d figure that puzzle out himself.
“Got any more of that soup?” You asked, looking briefly toward his firepit. This morning he’d given you a rabbit soup, made with bone broth from his last few meals. “I’m starved.”
~~~
Three days passed in peace. And yes, he had figured it out, and you slept curled up against his chest.
You were nervous with every noise that passed the cave’s mouth, assuming that another Jedi knight had been sent to kill Anakin, or a curious passer-by was ready to expose your secret. You knew Anakin shared the same fears. It seemed only to be Shmi who was completely comfortable, happy to once again be home with her son, and you, who she had practically adopted as her own.
On the fourth day, you were leaning against the mouth of the cave, Anakin helping his mother prepare the evening meal behind you, when you saw something that confused and terrified you.
Appearing over the treetops was the form of a dragon.
“Uh, Anakin?” you called, realizing that this dragon was flying straight toward you, and so Anakin’s cavern. The only two dragons you knew where here with you, so- who was this?
You heard both Anakin and Shmi approach you, but you didn’t turn, your gaze still stuck with the dragon. You didn’t turn, at least, until you heard Shmi speak.
“Maul?”
Your gaze snapped to her, and an unsettling wave of fear came over you.
“No, Maul is-”
“Dead,” Shmi finished for you. “I know.” As the dragon grew closer, you began to recognize the red and black patterns that Maul had been described with, but you noticed a distinct lack of the deadly, yellow spikes that were said to cover the dragon’s face.
“It can’t be-” Shmi said, and Anakin stepped in front of her. You, sensing the same danger Anakin did, found and clutched your saber, readying to ignite it. As the dragon approached, you realized that between its wings was a human girl, which puzzled you even further.
The dragon landed just inside the treeline, far enough away that you didn’t yet feel threatened. From its neck slid the woman, and you narrowed your eyes, because you thought you might recognize her. But no, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t possibly be-
The dragon shifted into its human form, as you’d seen Anakin do, and though your heart had never stopped, in this moment, it felt like it restarted.
“Obi-Wan!” you shouted, without a second thought jumping from the ledge. You caught yourself and stumbled forward, rolling your momentum into a run, slamming into Obi-Wan and giving him a tight hug. He’d been your mentor, once- and now, beside him, was a close friend of yours, his new apprentice, Ahsoka Tano.
“It’s good to see you again, (Y/N),” Obi-Wan said, letting you break from his embrace to catch Ahsoka in yours. “I hear you’ve been getting yourself in quite a bit of trouble.”
“Yeah, well,” you said with a bit of a shrug, “it seems like I learned from the best.” From his bright hair were two horns, black and red, and similar colored scales covered his cheekbones, shoulders, arms. Somehow, he’d become a dragon.
“Kenobi?” said Shmi, and you turned toward where she and Anakin still stood at the mouth of the cave. Anakin looked scared- but in a way that only you would notice it. To anyone else, he would look furious.
“Forgive me, milady,” Obi-Wan said to her, stepping in front of you. “I’m sure your kind must not take kindly to seeing me. If you permit me, I come in peace- and to offer an explanation.”
“No,” Anakin said, and you lifted your gaze to him.
“Anakin,” Shmi said, seemingly to soothe him, and she said something to him that you couldn’t quite catch.
“Come inside,” Shmi called down, “We’ll have tea. It seems we have much to talk about.” Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were brought up to the cavern, where they sat on the floor, respectful to Shmi and Anakin’s home, the way a Jedi knight was trained to be.
“When I killed Maul,” Obi-Wan began, and you felt Anakin bristle beside you, “I didn’t know dragons were anything more than beasts. But he became human as he died, and he asked me to take his dragon’s cloak.” Obi-Wan, who wore the red and black cloak, pulled it tighter around his shoulder. “I’ve been honoring his wishes. I didn’t realize that when he died, it took on a new master, and I’ve become a dragon myself.” Shmi brought her hand to her chin, considering.
“I’ve heard rumors that such a thing was possible,” she said, “but I’ve never seen it myself.”
“Now you have,” Ahsoka offered, a brightness to her snark, as always.
“But that isn’t why we came,” Obi-Wan continued, “We believe that this family is very important to something happening in the kingdom.”
“So this is Jedi business,” you said, almost saddened.
“Not fully,” Obi-Wan said, “(Y/N), since you left the temple, there has been revealed a plot to kill the King. We’ve been trying to investigate who would try such a thing, and the Order has discovered no one.” He leaned forward, as though sharing a secret. “But I believe it’s Palpatine.”
“Unsurprising,” Shmi said with a small hiss to her words.
“Why would he do that?” Anakin asked, not truly invested into the politics of the kingdom.
“I believe that he wants the throne,” Obi-Wan answered, his voice even, and you recognized the tone. This was how Obi-Wan spoke when he was trying to break news gently. Why was he so afraid to tell this to you?
“And how would killing the king give him the throne?” You prodded, “The Senate would vote on an Interim until Princess Padme is old enough to be queen.”
“Because Palpatine has always been a political mentor to the princess,” Ahsoka said, “So he thinks he’ll be voted as Interum.” Obi-Wan waved her silent.
“That,” Obi-Wan said, “and that he already has the support of many senators. I thought that that would be enough, but when I heard of everything that had happened in Coruscant...” Obi-Wan brought his gaze to yours, his eyes full of sorrow.
“I wish I didn’t have to tell you this, (Y/N), but it seems he’s been using you. I believe that he allowed you to escape your execution, allowed Vader here to go free, allowed you to defeat the golems, because he wanted to build you into a bigger threat. I think he intends to wage a war against you, so that he can prove to the Senate that he is a good leader. Then he’ll kill the king, and take the throne.”
You’d known that you had made things worse for everyone, by making the choices you had. But to find out you were an unknowing participant in a coup...
You lowered your head, pressing your palms to your forehead.
“The thought that anyone would want to kill King Sio Bibble,” Shmi said, righteously angry, “is deplorable. He is a wise and fair ruler.”
“Virtues mean nothing to a man who craves power, I’m afraid,” Obi-Wan said, taking a sip of his tea.
You’d thought that you were smart, that you were secretive. You’d thought that you were one of the best knights ever to leave the Jedi Temple, and yet- and yet, Sheev Palpatine, the Council Head of Coruscant, who you’d never met before in your life, could predict your decisions with enough accuracy to incite a war.
“What to you suggest we do, master?” You asked, not lifting your head to look at Obi-Wan.
“It is my suggestion that you leave,” Obi-Was said, “Flee to less populated land. If you prove yourself not a threat, then he will have no grounds for an attack, and the Jedi Knights’ only worries will be protecting the King and Princess.”
“I’m not leaving my home,” Anakin snapped, and you once again cursed yourself for being the source of problems not only for your master, not only for the man you loved, but for the entire kingdom.
“You’re willing to face an army to protect it?”
“Yes!”
“Anakin,” Shmi said softly, reaching over to take his hand gently. “Obi-Wan, thank you for telling us. It seems we have much to talk about.”
You hated everything that was going to happen- whether Anakin was forced to abandon his childhood home, or war came to the kingdom. You hated every alternative, and so searched for a single substitute, one pathway that would diverge and protect everyone, let things return to the way they used to be.
And suddenly, you had one. Not one that you were proud of, but one that you would accept, to protect the people you cared about, to protect the kingdom.
“What if we just kill Palpatine?” you suggested, quietly, lifting your head slowly.
“(Y/N), Jedi knights are not meant to meddle in politics,” Obi-Wan reminded you.
“No, but we are meant to serve the king.” You felt determination wiggle into your soul, more and more certain that not only would you do this, but that it would be right. “Would destroying his usurper not be considered serving him?” Obi-Wan looked sideways to Ahsoka for a moment, then back to you.
“Suppose I agreed with your reasoning,” he said, cheekily taking a sip of his tea, “What would you have in mind?”
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