I Need Fanfiction About Obi-Wan Kenobi, Who Has Two Padawans, Y/N And Anakin Who Both Have Tendency To

I need fanfiction about Obi-Wan Kenobi, who has two padawans, Y/N and Anakin who both have tendency to cause chaos, get in trouble or run away to do something very idiotic, the second Obi turns his back to them. Which every time leads to Obi reprimanding both of them after stopping and/or saving them or the others from them. Obi is like this tired single parent looking after two crackhead of a kids. Also Padme should be included, maybe like I put in the tags.

Could someone please write this?

Feel free to reblog and if someone knows who writes for this fandom or this type of stories, tell me.

Not broken

"Don't come any closer, please!"

"Y/N.."

You raise your hand and stop him from coming any closer to you. You struggle to keep him away from you, hand shaking by the strain of using your powers.

"Just stay away, I can't control this"

At the same time your mind is screaming at him to help you. He hears your thoughts loud and clear.

"Y/N, let me come closer, I can and will do anything to help you"

"N-no, I'm dangerous"

"Only when you want to be"

You stare at him, still holding your hand towards him. You look down, then lower your hand, so that he can come closer. He walks himself closer until he's right in front of you.  He then proceeds to grab your chin gently, making you look up to his brilliantly blue eyes. You collapse on your knees, he kneels and moves his arms around you.

"Why, why do you keep doing this? I'm broken"

"That is the exact reason why, because you're not broken"

You look up at Charles with teary eyes.

"You really mean that?"

"With every fiber of my being"

He gently guides you to stand as well as standing up himself. He then grabs your hand and puts his other hand on your lower back. You two walk down the path to the mansion.

He promised you one thing that day and that promise is being fulfilled every single day, that he would help you. And so far he has done a remarkably good job. With him by your side you can take everything life decides to throw at you.

Let me help you

"Charles?"

You get no response.

"Charles?" You try again.

This time you hear shuffling coming from the room. The door cracks open, not much but at least it's open.

"What"

"I brought you something to eat"

He sighs, letting you come in. The room is a mess, which is putting it slightly. You gently move some papers, placing the tray on the desk. You then turn to Charles who is standing by the window.

"May I organize a bit?"

He just shrugs his shoulders. You take it as yes. You start with his desk, grabbing the papers and sorting them into piles. Then you grab photo frames and such up from the floor, putting them into their respective places on the shelf that covers the whole wall. You notice that he's still by the window, and hasn't touched the food you brought. You sigh, continuing the organizing. Then you hear a bottle being twisted open, seeing him pour a generous amount of alcohol into his glass. You just turn your head away, but soon turn it back towards him. You see the needle sink into his arm, seeing him inject the drug into his bloodstream.

He looks at you with eyes full of hatred towards himself, knowing you dislike that he uses the drug and neglects himself. You love him, whether he has the ability to walk or not. You have many times asked him if it's worth it, but never getting an answer. This time you decide to ask Charles something.

"May I try something?"

He looks at you, raising his eyebrow.

"I could help you walk, if you'd like?"

"How?"

"Stop taking the drug and I'll show you"

Couple of days pass and then Charles rolls into your room, he looks so vulnerable like a child. He fidgets on the wheelchair.

You get up from the bed you were sitting on, walking to him and offering your hand to Charles. He hesitates but nevertheless grabs it. You pull him up, he lies against you. You let your powers come out. Your powers swirl out from the tips of your fingers. Straight into his spine, you feel his tears wet your shoulder. You pull your hand back.

"How does it feel?"

"Amazing" Charles says, eyes glossy.

"I'm glad that I could help"

"You've done more than just helped, you've given me will to live back again"

You smile and he hugs you. You hug him back.

*small timeskip*

The hallways are filled with students who are trying to get to their classes. You and Charles are watching the bustle. Hand in hand, standing side by side. And the most important thing is that Charles is smiling once again. You can't help but smile at that, squeezing his hand. He looks at you, absolutely beaming. The scene moves outside through the window, showing kids playing on the outside. The sun is shining and everything is going to be okay. In fact, everything already is okay.

A/N: I'm pretty sure that something similar has been already written.

We'll be okay

Figure crouching down in front of the casket.

A shaking hand gently lying on top of it, the casket that contained your love, your life, in it.

Tears steadily streamed down your cheeks, yet you saw everything so clearly, so agonizingly clearly. You look past the casket, seeing a proper gravestone with his name carved into it.

"Dean Winchester,

a son, a brother, a husband and a father, 1979-2025"

You put your hand on your stomach, which had a small bump, rubbing it gently.

"It's okay, we'll be okay, you can rest now"

Years pass by in a blur, you watch your daughter grow up into an adult, getting married, having children of her own, living the life you and Dean were supposed to live, yet you aren't bitter that she got what you and Dean didn't. Only thing you regret is that he never had the chance to meet her.

You are sitting on the steps of the bunker, Dean's flannel draped over your shoulders. You look at the starry sky, seeing a shooting star go by. You remember the time when you and Dean did this, watching the sky, all those years ago. They were happier, simpler times, times when you still were together. Times when he was still alive. You get up, groaning when you feel the ache. The aches that you have felt for so many years, wishing that they would go away. You slowly go inside the bunker, deciding to make a pit stop at the garage. You open the door, flicking the lights on. There, in all her beauty, is Dean's pride and joy, Baby. You walk to her, running your left hand, which has Dean's ring on it, across the hood, reminiscing everything she's been through. You open the driver's side door, slipping into the seat, you look around, she looks exactly like the day he left her for the final time on Earth. Even the keys are still in, you turn her on, hearing the soft purring of her engine. You shut your eyes, letting the sound lull you into sleep. Soon a hand comes in view, turning her off.

Castiel.

Jack.

Castiel opens Baby's door, pulling you into his arms. Jack shuts the door after him. Castiel and Jack walk out of the bunker, Jack flicking off the garage lights, shutting the door, who knows, maybe for the last time. Castiel has moved to the edge of the property, a beautiful casket, lid shut, waiting to be lowered on the ground. They lower you down on the ground. Jack and Castiel stand there in the slightest of rain, with a little bit of sunshine peeking through the clouds.

You wake up in Heaven, in the bunker.

You get up into a sitting position.

"Hi, darling"

You smile, turning your head towards him.

"Hi, Dean"

He offers you his hand, which you take. Dean pulls you up. You walk hand in hand through the halls to the library of the bunker. There you see everyone you hold dear. Everyone welcomes you to Heaven with open arms.

@yvonneeeee

@hobby27

Come back to me

You're standing in your small cottage, all alone with your newborn baby in your arms, gently swaying back and forth, lulling the baby to sleep. You look out of the window to the raging sea. The sea perfectly reflects how you're feeling on the inside. You look down at the child in your arms, you softly lie him down into his crib. Then you open the balcony door, stepping outside. The rain quickly soaks through your blue cotton dress. Then you hear a knock on the front door, you go in, shutting the other door behind you. You open the front door, dripping wet.

"Yes?"

"Are you Y/N Turner?"

"I am"

"Then I believe this belongs to you" The courier says, giving you a small package.

Then he turns and leaves. You turn the package around, you see handwriting on it. You shut the door, walking to the table, sitting down. You read the text on the package.

It simply reads "goodbye, my love"

You let out a cry, realizing that you'll never see him again.

You gently open it, seeings his wedding ring on top of his other belongings.

You take the ring and turn it around in your fingers. Then you get up, retrieving a necklace from your drawer. You slip the ring on it, putting the chain around your neck. You sit back down going through the remainings he left.

"Oh god" You whisper.

You move the lighter and cigarettes, seeing his uniform jacket under them. You grab it and pull it on. It still faintly smells like him, you bury your face into your hands. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn your head towards the hand.

Robbie is smiling at you. He doesn't say anything, just kisses your head,checking on your child on his way out and then walks through the balcony door. You follow him but by the time, you're outside, Robbie is already on the beach. He turns around and you hear his words in the wind.

"I'll come back to you one day and this I'll promise to you"

The wind tousles up your hair, tears streaming steadily down your cheeks as you watch him go until he fades from view. And he kept his promise, he came back to you again, it just took some time. You got your happy ending, after all the obstacles you had to go through, together and alone.

The end.

Memories

Realizing that he has very slim chance of making it back, he says over the comms:

“Tell them I love them”

As soon as those words leave his lips, his jet disappears from the radar.

At his funeral, you are standing next to your kids, watching people come and go from his casket.

You hear someone clear their throat behind you, making you turn around.

It's Rooster.

Benjamin guides his siblings further away, giving you and him some privacy.

You give him a small smile.

He gives you a flash drive, you take it, looking up at Bradley.

“It's recording from the mission”

You nod, looking at the small drive in your hands.

“I know it doesn't bring him back but thought you still might want it”

“Thank you”

Bradley nods, squeezing your arm and walking away.

Later when you are home and the kids are in their rooms already for the night, you quietly go up the stairs to your bedroom.

Your bedroom.

Not his and yours like it should be.

Yours.

The thought alone breaks your heart all over again as if it hasn't been broken enough already.

Somehow you get the willpower to step over the threshold of the room. Shutting the door behind you, you flip on the small light on top of the drawer left of you.

Taking in the room, tears start running down your cheeks again.

Alarm clock beeping in the morning, arm reaching over you to make the sound to stop. A kiss placed on your temple.

“Sorry, honey”

You crack open one eye, looking at your husband getting up from the bed, going around the room, looking for his clothes. You hear the shower starting to run before sleep overtakes you. A while later, you feel light kisses placed all over your face.

“Sweetheart, you gotta get up”

“Five more minutes” you say and turn around in bed.

Jake's having none of that, pulling the covers down, attacking you with kisses.

You scream and laugh, trying to get away from his kiss attack.

“Are you gonna get up now?”

“Fine, fine, I'll get up”

Jake smirks as you lift yourself up from the bed, wandering down to the en-suite bathroom.

By the time you are done getting ready for the day, Jake has disappeared from the room. Stepping into the hallway, you hear laughter and delighted screams coming down from the kitchen.

Heading towards the sounds, you stop at the kitchen door, taking in the sight before you. Benjamin is making himself cereal, Cade is eating pieces of toast, Eden is being held upside down by Jake.

You smile, walking into the kitchen.

You ruffle Cade's hair as you go past him, knowing how much it irritates him. Benjamin kisses your cheek as you walk by him.

You grab two mugs from the drying rack, pouring coffee into them. Taking a sip from your mug, you go over to Jake and Eden, giving the other mug to him, which he gratefully takes, you tickle Eden's belly. She giggles, continuing to munch on her toast.

Soon you are all in the hallway, more or less good to go.

Jake says bye to the kids first, then to you with a kiss to your lips.

All five of you manage to get out of the front door, Jake in his car, you and the kids in yours.

Jake backs out of the driveway first, waving at you before driving off. You follow, turning your car in a different direction to get the kids to school on time.

After you've dropped them off, you go run some errands.

After the drive home, you place down the groceries on the counter.

You've put the last food in the fridge when your phone buzzes in your back pocket. Fishing it out, you press the green button.

“Hello?”

You go over the bed, grabbing your laptop from the side table. Sitting on the bed, you plug in the flash drive and press play.

Listening to the recording, listening to his voice, makes your heart ache, ultimately cracking it in half when you hear his last words before his comms crackle and go dead. You hear the others begging for him to answer, to make any sound at all.

They get nothing.

You hear the command to land followed with multiple voices protesting, but the voice again commands them to land.

The recording goes on for a while after the command but no one is saying anything.

You stop the recording.

Unplugging the drive, you place it and the laptop down on the side table.

His last words echo over and over again in your mind.

“Tell them I love them”

“Tell them I love them”

“Tell them I love them”

You cried yourself to sleep that night and countless nights after that, dreams filled with memories of him. Thinking about how you never even had a chance to say goodbye,

None of you did get that chance.

The first bit written in italics is what happened during the funeral (read kisses on fingertips) and the second part in italics is what happened before the call, all the way til the call comes to answering it.

This is like a prequel/sequel/continuation to "Kisses on fingertips" because there are things happening before, during and after it, I think.

Benjamin is 17 years old, Cade 14 years old and Eden is 6 years old when they lost their dad.

If anything is unclear, just ask and I'll try my best to explain.