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dolce-peach · 1 month

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omg it’s been a min since i’ve been on tumblr LOL -- @minderni you’re too kind ahhh thank you so much love 🥹💗💗

hii !!! i was wondering if you could do obi/reader who was turned to the dark side instead of ani, if you haven’t already :))

one drop of sun

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x sith!reader

warnings: mentions of murder, action, death, betrayal, order 66

a/n: hi anon!! omg i’m so sorry this is so late -- i had a bit of a health scare coming back from my trip and i moved in to school this past week. also literally cannot imagine this man my kinnie in any more pain but i shall do my best. i thrive in pain lmaoooo -- also added some rain for *drama*

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Something was wrong.

Obi-Wan felt it the moment he escaped from Utapau. It wasn’t just that Cody and the rest of his troops turned on him so suddenly. It was something else, something he had the worst feeling about. He hadn’t felt something as unsettling since his last negotiations with the Trade Federation while accompanying his master Qui-Gon all those years ago.

A dark veil had shielded you from the Force.

He didn’t need to be with you to know it. Questions flooded his head in a massive tidal wave. Were you alright? Were you safe in the midst of this madness? He couldn’t imagine you would go down without a fight, but he still inevitably worried about you endlessly.

To say that you meant a lot to him was an understatement. If he lost you, part of him would perish along with you. Who knew what kind of person would be left? Even though that kind of thinking went against everything he stood for, he would do anything to save you, and now, in this desperate hour, he was going to find you.

“Emergency Code 913,” he said into the comlink of the ship he stole. A garbled message came through faintly. “Stand by.”

He instantly recognized Master Yoda, and he instantly felt some relief.

“Master Kenobi,” he greeted with an equally grim expression. “Glad to see you, I am.”

Obi-Wan’s hands were steady on the gears. “Master Yoda, my clones have turned on me. I have a very strong feeling that this is happening everywhere across the galaxy,” he nearly rambled. “I need to go help any others if they’re still alive. We don’t know what kind of threat we’re up against.”

“On the contrary,” Yoda said. “The work of the Sith, this is, rising again.”

Frustration bubbled over. “That’s why I have to go and help --”

“Patience,” Yoda said with a deep sigh. “Help you, I will, but feel our friend’s presence in the Force, I cannot...”

Obi-Wan took a deep, careful breath, as he always did whenever you were mentioned in any conversation. You compromised him, consuming his mind at times. It was necessary to fold his emotions neatly in the deep recesses of his heart, to keep from distractions, but something about you also helped him focus.

As frazzled as he was, he knew Master Yoda was right. He needed to take a step back before charging in, a mistake his former Padawan often made. Everything was under control, as long as...

“What do you mean, you can’t feel their presence?” the question came urgently before he had a chance to think.

Yoda bore concern in his deeply set brow. “A darkness I sense in them...and their new master,” he said. “The chancellor -- an emperor he has become.”

Obi-Wan felt lightheaded, his hands trembling. His words only confirmed what he feared. If it was possible, if this was happening, then he would be forced to do something he knew he couldn’t do.

“Master,” he began, his throat dry. “What must I do?”

The old Jedi master hummed in thought. “End this, we must...”

Realization made the blood drain from his face.

“No,” still came from his lips in horror. “Master, I can’t --”

“You must. For the greater good,” Yoda insisted. “I must face the emperor.”

“Send me to kill the emperor,” he begged. “They would never do such a thing. I know they wouldn’t. To turn on their own family and the galaxy?”

Yoda shook his head. “Trying times, these are.”

With another breath, the only thing that was clear in his mind was the command his master had given him. Normally he would’ve completed the mission without question, but this was you he was dealing with, and he wasn’t about to go down that easily. No matter how long he stayed in denial, he knew he’d have to face you one way or another.

He wasn’t sure he was ready to see you yet, but then again, when does life ever wait?

You came catapulting into his life as his closest friend. The years had you grow closer to each other. He knew you better than you knew yourself, so how could something like this happen?

As the grief began to set in, he tightened his hand on the controls.

“I’ll begin searching immediately,” he managed to say.

Yoda shook his head. “No need. Go to the temple.”

Obi-Wan could barely register himself launching the ship into light speed.

As the stars blurred, his hands were clammy, waiting with bated breath. There was nothing he could think about or say to himself that could possibly prepare him for what was inevitably going to happen. His head was empty, with only one last order to hopefully put an end to this.

And to lead him down a path of ultimate pain.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t imagine driving his saber into your heart, to see the light fade from your eyes. Anger mingling with betrayal, it would destroy him.

He shook his head as he came out of light speed and entered Coruscant’s atmosphere.

It took him no time at all to arrive at the temple. Rain splattered against the ship’s display in thick sheets, effectively distorting his visual as he touched down. He threw open the top and slid down the ship before taking off in a fast sprint.

He called your name, and they echoed in the once filled, dimly lit halls.

Desperation began gripping his voice. “Where are you?”

Then he felt a chilling presence behind him, in the shadows of a pillar. He didn’t dare turn around until he heard what sounded like a ghost of your voice.

“Obi-Wan?”

He couldn’t help but almost laugh with relief. “Thank the stars...” He turned to see you peering at him, and in that moment, all he wanted to do was to sweep you up and run away like the two of you had always guiltily dreamed about.

“What’re you doing here?” you shot. “It’s not safe.”

He took a step back defensively. “I should be asking you the same,” he said uneasily. “What happened here? Where are the teachers? The younglings?”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“You know that’s not true,” he said. “The temple is my home as well as yours. When I received the distress signal, I thought --”

“You never should’ve come.”

Obi-Wan found himself reaching for his saber, his fingers finding the cold metal. It felt oddly unfamiliar in his hands, especially as his eyes locked with yours. There you stood before him not as the hunted, but the hunter. You had something glint in your eyes that made Obi-Wan’s breathing unsteady. An unquenched bloodlust melted your eyes into liquid gold in the shadows.

His heart broke. What could the emperor had said to turn you over so easily? What did he promise you? You would’ve told Obi-Wan if something was wrong, right?

Or was he just another pawn in this game?

No, this doubt was trying to root itself in his mind, to get him feeling indifferent towards you so he could complete his task. The hero in him knew that he had to try and see past it, but it was hard watching you in so much pain. He would take it all away in an instant if he could.

You ignited your saber, the glow illuminating your face. You lifted your weapon, the tip inches away from his neck. “Get out.”

“You know I can't.”

“Leave!” you roared as you stepped forward, twirling before swinging your weapon across his chest.

Obi-Wan stepped back just in time, his eyes wide as he exclaimed your name. “Come to your senses!”

“On the contrary, my mind has never been clearer,” you said as you slashed again, this time catching the edge of his cloak. “The Jedi Order is corrupt. The true Republic never existed with us in the way. With the Chancellor in power --”

“Chancellor Palpatine will destroy us all!” Obi-Wan protested, shrugging his smoking cloak off before throwing it to the side. “We were put in place to set balance.”

“And look where that got us,” you said. “We were never supposed to live our lives like this, fighting in a war that could never be won in the first place. The people of the galaxy need someone to be a beacon in this darkness.”

He felt for his saber again, this time his fingers hovering to ignite it. He watched as you held your weapon threateningly. “And who is to be that beacon? You?”

“It could be us,” you said, holding your hand out. Your voice was like velvet, tempting him so hard that he had to gasp for breath. “Help me fix everything.”

Part of him wanted to give in. He could have everything, even the peace he dreamed of. He could have you unapologetically. The fantasies that slipped through his fingers could be tangible. He could right all of the galaxy’s wrongs by your side.

He would never want for anything again.

But that thought faded as fast as it came, and he gave you a sad smile. “I never really knew you, did I?”

Your eyes reflected sadness for a moment, glossy with heavy tears before they began to boil in a menacing glare that chilled Obi-Wan’s bones.

“I suppose not.”

He gritted his teeth as he dodged your incoming swing. Your speed had always been like an intimidating flash of lightning, but he was able to analyze in the heat of battle. It wasn’t much to count on, but he needed all the help he could get.

As he ignited his lightsaber to meet you, the light of his weapon caught yours in a twisted, hissing dance. You pushed down against him, forcing him to kneel.

He spun and swiped his leg out, knocking you off your feet. Scrambling back up, he launched himself at you, swinging. You dodged just in time, his saber shattering the glass doors instead.

The storm continued brewing outside. A cold gust of wind crawled across Obi-Wan’s skin as you regained your footing.

“You’re holding back,” you hissed with annoyance.

“Of course, I am!” he yelled. “Stop this madness! Please! You don’t have to do this!”

Seething, you assumed your attack position. “It’s too late!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he exclaimed as you kicked him outside. His long, wet locks were glued to his face and hair, covering his eyes.

He screamed in pain as your blade caught his upper chest. Staggering back, he waved his weapon blindly to keep you away until he fell to his knees. His fingers trembled with pain as he gingerly brushed them over his sizzling wound. The rain seemed to ease it some.

“I killed them already!” you cried. “The elders! Teachers! Even the younglings!” Your voice was tight with anguish. “I killed them all!”

It was hard for Obi-Wan to mask his horror through his pain. He groaned as he did his best to stand, gripping his weapon for dear life.

You laughed hysterically, in spite of the tears in your eyes as you pulled your hair. You fell to your knees in laughter. “I killed them,” you said again, your voice dimming as realization flooded your face. “I killed them...”

You didn’t remember screaming, but he would always, until the day he died. It was a sound that made his blood curdle as it mixed with the heavy rain.

When he said your name, it was like he was calling out to you from the entrance of the darkest cave.

“Obi-Wan...” you murmured.

He grimaced in pain as he made his way over to you, only to stop in his tracks as you held your weapon against him.

“Stay back!”

“Let me help you,” he said softly, gently.

“No! I will slaughter you where you stand if you take one more step!”

You meant it. He knew that.

And part of him didn’t mind at all.

“You know how this ends, don’t you?” you said, a knowing, bitter smile on your lips.

Obi-Wan felt the blood drain from his face. “No...”

You shook your head. “That's the task Master Yoda gave to you,” you said. “The longer I’m alive, the more of a threat I am to you and whatever remains of the Order.”

“Stop,” he pleaded. “I told him I wouldn’t.”

You twirled your hilt in your hand. “Of course, you did.”

When you looked at him, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Even as you were soaking in the rain, your battle-worn robes seeing better days as the fabric stuck to your skin, you were beautiful as you were broken. He could see the turmoil of your soul in your eyes.

You were silent, and he didn’t like that. He was afraid of taking one more step closer to you, not because of your threat, but because he could feel you slipping away. One more step towards you, and he could lose you forever. By staying where he was, there was an unspoken trust hanging in the balance, that he would give you the space you desperately needed.

An invisible smile lay on your lips. “If I mean anything at all to you...” you trailed off. “You’d do this for me.”

His free hand tightened into a white fist. “But what about me?”

“What about you?”

“You’d leave me behind,” he said. “Or did I just imagine our mutually shared feelings?”

He watched as you savored what he said, your eyes foggy, but he never imagined you’d say those next words.

“Yes, you did.”

Of course, you’d try to make it easier for him to kill you without a thought. Years of silent pining after one another sealed with a kiss at the start of your knighthoods all dissipated. All of those moments where your skin was flush against his seemed to sear him alive. The ghost of your feathery touch now wrapped around his throat.

He couldn’t breathe. His cheeks were hot, almost boiling the raindrops that came down relentlessly.

You meant your words, and that frightened him to no end.

He could barely move as you swung your lightsaber, twirling and swinging as you scrambled to your feet. He met your weapon with his, shoving you away in time for him to catch his breath.

“Fight back, you coward!” you screamed.

It was obvious what needed to be done. He seemed to hear the entire cosmos in his head, generations of Jedi knights urging him to make the move. His ears were eventually ringing, drowning out the rain and everything else. All memories he had of you were fading into the back of his mind.

At least, they tried. There was no way he would be able to completely shut you out. Call it weakness, but you were the sun in his universe.

You were moving towards him, your eyes cold gold. They were unchanging as he parried your blade, his slicing through your shoulder. Your arm and saber fell to the ground as a metallic odor filled the wet air.

The pain distracted you from his saber plunging into your stomach. He let out a small sob as your body fell limply into his.

Your hand held the cauterized stump that was your shoulder. Your injury was already peeling, revealing blood and white bone underneath the dark burn.

Your breathing was erratic as he set you down, laying your head in his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said over and over like a prayer. “I’m so sorry...”

“You...you...” you managed to say as you shivered from the pain. “Obi...”

“Hush, save your breath.”

“What does it matter?” you shot. “You need to let me go.”

He shook his head, rain mixing with his tears. “Don’t leave me, please!”

“I...would never leave you,” you wheezed as you gripped his hand. “But you can’t save me. Not this time.”

When you brought his hand to your lips, he ripped his gaze away, squeezing his eyes shut.

It was a dream. It was all a dream.

“Don’t you dare save my life.”

Your body grew lighter in his arms.

Curling himself into you, he cried, screamed, begged you to come back. What hate was in his heart, he let out in a scream nearly loud enough to part the clouds.

The rain stopped.

The rain stopped, and you were dead in his arms.

It wasn't long before your skin began to grow cold. He placed one last kiss on your forehead, closing your eyes with the rough pads of his fingers.

He left you in the small garden out there, lying in a bed of flowers. In time, you would return to the earth and fuel new life, as life in the universe continued. He desperately wanted to take you with him, but he knew you’d always be there.

He could feel your hand on his shoulder as he walked away.

The sun broke through the thick grey clouds, illuminating the place where he left you.

But he didn’t turn back.

He couldn’t.

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Aragorn + hands

THE LORD OF THE RINGS TRILOGY 2001 - 2003 | dir. Peter Jackson.

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dolce-peach · 11 months

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Hey! Do you take request for fics? :)

hey lovely!

yes i do! i’ve been a lil busy with school but i’m starting to finish up requests and write a bit more! (so so sorry to people who have sent requests in -- i’m working on it!!)

feel free to leave smth in my inbox! 🥰

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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protection squad!

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP 😭😭😭 I WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS EVER GOODBYE

IDK IF I’LL EVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS, BUT Y’ALL KNOW HOW MUCH WE BKDKS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT! BONES DID SUCH A GREAT JOB AND ESP THE VOICE ACTORS ;;; THE TRANSITION, KATSUKI’S “Izuku” AND THE “I’m sorry for everything.” I JUST- ASDFGHJKL

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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Hiii!! New follower and I love your writing!!! Would I be able to be tagged in your posts please??

hihi ^u^

ofc!! omg thank you so much for your support 🥰💖

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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all i need

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: angst, action, fighting

a/n: soooo i haven't written for steve in a while 🥺 this was originally gonna be an angsty mess BUT your girl is absolutely touch starved sooooooooooooo in the midst of finishing another request, i had this other idea pop up and just ran with it -- hope yall enjoy 🥰 also happy new year!!

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The wound wasn't as dilapidating as you thought it would be, but it was still a pain in the ass.

You gritted your teeth as you stumbled back, your knees nearly giving way. You should’ve known better. Perhaps it was your confidence, or rather ignorance of the enemy. When you finally noticed Peter’s worried-sick expression as he caught you before you fell, you swallowed hard, mustering a smile.

“Cap, Y/N’s been hit!” he nearly screamed into the radio. “Please send backup! Anything!”

You shook your head as Peter pressed his gloved hands on your wound. The strength of his pressure practically knocked the wind out of you. “It’s fine. Just a flesh wound.”

“On my way. Are there any more soldiers in the area?”

“No, sir!” Peter exclaimed, the eyes on his mask squinting as his head darted around. “Holy cow, that’s a lot of blood -- please hurry!”

You placed your hand on his before giving his hand a squeeze. “Calm down, Peter,” you hissed through the pain. “I'm not gonna die, but I might have a few cracked ribs from you putting too much damn pressure.”

His eye pieces expanded widely. His hands fell away. “Oh, uh, sorry…agh!” His hands darted back to their position as you had more blood pool and drip through your suit.

“You’re doing great,” you said patiently.

Footsteps approached quickly, stopping at the entrance of the lab.

“Oh my God,” Steve breathed as he knelt quickly, taking in the situation. He eventually secured his shield over his shoulders. “Stark, evac, now.”

His face was stone as he easily lifted you in his arms. “Move out, Queens.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter answered with a squeak, following closely behind.

You couldn’t see much as your vision was beginning to fade, so you leaned your head against Steve’s chest. When your eyes fluttered closed to catch your breath, he gently shook you.

“Eyes open.”

You groaned. “One more minute.”

His eyes were fixed up ahead at the opening Quinjet. “Nat, we need the trauma kit,” he told her as she came rushing out. He put his finger to his ear. “Stark, we have to go.”

“Jesus, what were you hit with?” Natasha muttered as she helped set you down on the floor of the jet.

You winced as she injected you with painkillers. “A bullet, I think.”

“You think?” Steve shot, his voice low.

Even if you could answer him, you decided not to. You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the dull throbbing that covered your entire stomach. Truth be told, you actually couldn’t really remember what happened. It was all so fast. One moment you were using your momentum to throw someone to the ground, the next you pushed Peter out of the way just as some goon pulled the trigger.

Steve opened his mouth to say more when Natasha shot him a look. Her attention turned back towards you. “Well, I don’t think it hit any of your vital organs,” she said. “You’re bleeding pretty badly, though.”

“What a miracle,” you said dryly.

Before long, the Quinjet was up in the air. The ride back to the compound was pretty turbulent, or maybe that was just the pain talking. It was damn near impossible to take a nap, mostly because Natasha kept changing your bandages.

You hissed through your teeth in pain.

Peter’s eyes were wide as he sat across from you. Thoughts zoomed behind his eyes, and they weren’t going to slow down any time soon.

”Peter,” you called.

He was by your side in less than a second. ”Y-yeah?”

”You okay?”

The poor boy had tears threatening to fall as he nodded vigorously. ”Yeah, I’m okay.”

You pursed your lips into a smile. ”Good.” You sighed. ”I’m not going to die, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

”Oh, no, I was just concerned, that’s all, I mean…” he trailed off before looking down. ”I’m gonna stop talking now.”

You immediately regretted laughing as more blood soaked through. ”Ah, shit…” you groaned. ”You know, it’s not your fault, kid.”

Peter wiped his eyes with his gloved hands. ”Okay…”

Unbeknownst to you, Steve sat in the corner. His blue eyes watched you carefully, as if you were going to disappear or breathe your last. They were filled with guilt with the fact that if he went with you instead, maybe you wouldn’t be bleeding out on the jet floor.

But something else stirred, a certain frustration. You weren’t always the most careful. Even in something as trivial as board games on game night, you were always the first one to sacrifice yourself, and that quality was something Steve always feared. It was like looking in a mirror, into the eyes of someone who wouldn’t hesitate laying their life on the line.

You were a loose cannon.

—

“What the hell were you thinking?” Steve shot as you both stormed into the infirmary.

The rest of the group decided to congregate in the lab just outside, though you noticed they kept their distance. It wasn’t the first time you and Steve were arguing, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but there was something about his aura that seemed different.

He was comfortable with you, and that was always a good thing, but when it came down to keeping your relationship as professional as possible is where things were grey.

“I stepped in because Peter needed backup. That was my job.” You didn't dare catch his eye as you set your gear down on the long table. You quickly got some gauze and put pressure on your wound. “I did what I needed to do. End of story.”

“Your job was to fly recon and report back, not get tangled up in that mess and nearly get yourself killed.”

You were snapping. “So I should’ve just left Peter there to die? He’s a kid!”

“He knew the risks, and so should you,” Steve said coldly.

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Do you hear yourself right now?”

You could almost see his pupils constrict dangerously.

“The mission was —“

“Never in jeopardy,” you finished with clear diction. You approached him slowly, glaring up at him. “And I managed to save both the kid and the hostages.”

“You’re missing the point,” he said, his voice low. “You could’ve died out there.”

“No, you’re missing the point. It’s fine by me if everyone comes home but me. That’s the sacrifice I’ve always been willing to make. I thought you understood that better than anyone.”

He slammed the counter with a fist, shattering the plastic of the tray holding surgical instruments you had yet to use. They fell clanging to the floor. Your eyes widened with a fear you never knew you could have around him.

He removed his hand from the table with a crunch and walked out without another word.

“Uh, Miss Y/N, ma’am?” Peter tentatively chimed in at the door. “A-are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you told him with a pursed smile. “Good work today, Peter. C-could you send Bruce in? I might need help stitching this up.”

He gave you a sweet smile before bounding down the hall to get said doctor. You wanted to follow him, but your feet were glued there at the table. If you ripped yourself away, you would’ve collapsed with the way your knees were shaking.

Instead, tears began falling on their own. You gasped for air as a sob wretched its way out of your throat. Fearing someone might hear, you clasped your hand over your mouth, though your body still shook from your cries.

Fear was the one thing keeping you from running after Steve to make this right.

—

You kept yourself sequestered in your room for the remainder of the day, emerging only for dinner before going back again. You hid yourself under your blankets, trying to sleep, but the pain kept you tossing and turning.

Steve was nowhere to be found. Part of you was relieved, but the other part of you was insanely worried. Even though he was always the level-headed one, you hoped he wasn’t doing anything too rash.

As you turned in your bed, you sighed as you sat up, shaking your head. This wasn’t going to get better without you being the one to apologize, or at least say something to salvage your relationship as teammates, if not for the sake of your friendship.

You started for the door to your room, only to open it to find Steve standing there.

He mirrored your shocked expression, his ocean eyes holding waves of emotions — relief that he found you, remorse for what he did, anger that you were alone with the tracks of your tears paved into your cheeks. He was afraid to touch you, to make any sudden movement that would send you back into your cave.

Your heart was in your throat as you managed to squeak out his name. “Steve…”

It was more than enough permission for him to take a cautious step closer.

“I…” The words were right there.

With his hand slowly raised, his rough thumb grazed your cheek. You found yourself sighing into his touch, closing your eyes as you came home.

He silently took you in, studying you for a moment as he moved closer. You could tell he didn’t want to make a wrong move. It honestly scared you to see him so unsure.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, your eyes shooting open. “No, I shouldn’t have —“

“No no, sweetheart, it was my fault,” he murmured again. “You must’ve been scared.”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him. It was a small white lie, but it didn’t matter, because at that moment, with him there, you were fine.

He gave you a small smile before it faded, his thick brows furrowing. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that,” he said. “I shouldn’t have left you alone. It wasn’t your fault. I was just scared.”

Guilt made you heavier as you thought of the torment he probably put himself through the entire day. You took his face in your hands, your fingers trailing over his jaw and neck. “I only did what I did because I knew in my heart that I needed to save Peter. I wasn’t even thinking of the consequences. I just knew I would never forgive myself if I stood by and did nothing.”

“I know,” he said softly with a small nod. “I know.”

You knew he knew.

The tension was still suffocating.

“Would you believe me if I said I had a whole speech planned out and everything?” he tried joking.

When you cracked a smile, relief washed over his expression.

“But when I saw you, all of it went out the window,” he finished, searching your eyes. “All I needed was to see you. That’s it.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours, your foreheads brushing against each other. You closed his eyes as his begged for permission. You answered by closing the gap. For a few moments you were lost in his taste and how full his lips were. He held you so gently, so carefully as his hands pulled your waist closer to his hips.

His skin felt so hot, and you could feel it through his lips, your arms brushing against each other, and his chest that he cocooned you in. He tried to show you that he could be your home, that he was your home. Your arms trailed from his chest to wrap around his neck as you raised yourself on your tiptoes.

You wanted him to hold you forever, to keep you locked away in his embrace. You wanted him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear the entire night. You wanted him to kiss you and praise you and make you new.

You desperately needed him to revive you, and you had a feeling that he knew it too.

The kiss was broken when he lifted you, your legs locking themselves around his waist. You quickly caught your breath, gazing down at him.

He was looking at you like you were his world, and his eyes were the universe you lived in.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“Steve.” A guilty part of you loved it when he overthought, but now wasn’t the time to tease. “I always love it when you kiss me, and that’s not gonna change.”

It was always funny whenever he grew bashful. A guy his size and reputation — it was almost comical. His broad shoulders caved in a bit, and he nervously bit his lips before pursing them into a half-smile.

There were more things you wanted to say, but you didn’t. Instead your brain succumbed to the overwhelming thought of kissing him again.

“Hold me,” you gave the soft command before you gave in.

And that he did.

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) dir. Rian Johnson

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dolce-peach · 1 year

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PATREON | Ko-fi ☕💕

#bokuaka #akaashi keiji #bokuto kotaro #i love them #so touch starved 🥲

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dolce-peach · 2 years

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“I’ve got four children who are girls, so I’m familiar with looking after a girl. And although Obi is not a father, that’s what she brings out of him through the arc of our series.”

Ewan McGregor | Obi-Wan Kenobi: A Jedi’s Return (2022)

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dolce-peach · 2 years

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Hiiii I'm pretty new to your blog so I'm not sure if this is okay but I was wondering if u could write this really angsty whump of Anakin where the reader and he have been together for a really really long time and unconsciously he's neglected them and he comes home and sees that he's forgotten that it's their birthday and he feels horrible and he promises himself to be a better husband and it ends in fluff cause i can't take angst (its loosely based on the song Birthday Cake by Dylan Conrique ) thank you so much and no pressure <3

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pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

warnings: angst

a/n: ahhh i’ve never written for anakin before, so i hope i did this wholesome request justice 🥺 thank you so much for your love and support, anon!! 🥰❤️ i kinda threw in some personal experience in there (even tho the guy i had dealings with was a real shitbag in the end -- men are trash sometimes) tried my best to make it floofy at the end there 🥲 hope you like it!!

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Normally you would’ve been pacing around the sitting room of your Coruscant apartment.

Anakin was late, later than usual. You figured that he must’ve been in a sticky situation to not have sent any communication. Still, while you were waiting in the comfort of your home, you couldn’t help but worry.

Everyone knew he was reckless and never thought twice about his decisions. That’s strangely what you loved about him. He always spoke his mind, and he didn’t hesitate before throwing himself in between you and harm’s way. There was always this silent look in his eyes, behind all the arrogance and subtle bravado.

You sighed as you sat in the tiny window seat of your home, overlooking the city. You looked for a sign in the sky, drawing your legs closer. Who were you kidding? He was probably halfway across the galaxy still, in the heat of battle. You were sure he wasn’t thinking about you.

Because those days, he never was.

You guiltily missed when you consumed his thoughts. You knew it went against everything Anakin stood for as a Jedi, but you missed the days where he’d skip Council meetings and training to come spend time with you. Now in the heat of the war, that all seemed like a forgotten dream.

It’s fine, you told yourself. As long as he’s alive.

You turned as you heard the door of your apartment slide open and closed with a soft click.

He looked tired and worn, and you could’ve sworn he smelled like grime, oil, and sweat, but it was him. Dark circles hung from his eyes as he began peeling off his robes as he made his way to the shower, one article at a time.

“Hey,” you called.

Your face was flushed as you stood up. He didn’t even acknowledge you before sliding the curtain closed.

Your mouth was dry as you flattened your hands against your robes. Swallowing hard, you decided to brew some tea.

It was something you’d always done whenever he came home. He never liked the taste of alcohol, especially when he was grumpy after a long day. He was almost like a child that way. You had your tea, and he had his steamed milk with a small spoonful of honey. It put him straight to sleep.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the shower shut off.

“Anakin?” you called. Hearing no answer, your shoulders deflated. “Ani?”

You still put your tea and his cup of steaming milk on a small tray before carrying it to your room.

Sure enough, he had fallen asleep on his side of your bed, barely in the robes he slept in. His curly dark locks were wet with some still dripping on his face. You set your tray down and grabbed a spare towel. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you began gently drying his hair.

He occasionally stirred in his deep sleep from your movements. You couldn’t help but admire his relaxed features, running a finger along the scar near his eye, trailing down to his jaw.

You drew your hand back when he hummed. “Ani...”

“Hm?”

You opened your mouth but closed it, pursing your lips as you sighed. “Nevermind. Sweet dreams.”

When you changed and settled in your bed beside him, you turned your back away. The faint but sweet scent of your tea hung in the air. As you buried your head in your pillow, you closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep as fast as possible.

You wanted to cry, to say the least. It wasn’t just that night. You felt alone every single night, even when he was home with you. He was always worried about other things, things you couldn’t possibly understand simply because you weren’t a Jedi. No matter how many times you said you were there for him and dropped everything you were doing to help, you still felt like he kept things from you.

It scared you.

You barely slept, and when you did finally fall into a light slumber, you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

The soft morning sun seeped through the blinds. He buried his nose in your neck, breathing your scent in as his lips brushed over your skin. He murmured your name as you ran your hand down his arm to weave your fingers through his.

“Sorry I dozed off early last night,” he said, his voice low and scratchy with sleep.

“You were tired,” you said patiently. “I’d do the same.”

His thumb drew circles into your waist before sighing heavily. “No rest for the weary,” he joked bitterly. “I heard from Obi-Wan that we’re supposed to head to another system today. Cleaning up another mess...”

“Today?”

“I know, I’m sorry...”

You shook your head before turning to look at him.

He really didn’t remember anything the two of you had planned months in advance. He was going to take a temporary leave of absence for a few days and take you to celebrate your birthday on your home planet. You weren’t even surprised that he had forgotten, but it still didn’t change the fact that you were disappointed. As you told yourself numerous times before, you were sure he was preoccupied with other things.

Playing the potential argument out in your head, you decided to bite your tongue.

You cupped his cheek and mustered your best smile. “No, it’s your duty.”

He furrowed his brow deeply. “Duty...” he echoed, preoccupied with brushing your hair from your face. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your eyes widened. “No, of course not!” you nearly exclaimed.

“Then why do I get the feeling that you’re keeping something from me?” came the question softly. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“You too,” you said. “I’m here for you. Always.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” he said, his brow deeply furrowed. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You shook your head. “It’s silly.”

The backs of his fingers stroked your cheek, catching you off guard. You couldn’t help but savor his touch you were deprived from for so long. Even his unforgiving metallic prosthetic gave you comfort. Combined with his whisper, “Tell me.”

You tried to avert your gaze, but he kept his hand cradling your face. His lips were so close to yours that your breath hitched in your throat.

“I’ve missed you,” you started with hesitation. “I’ve missed this -- just you holding me while the rest of the world continues to turn outside. You’re never here, Ani, and when you are, your mind is out there in the stars, in the war. It’s like...it’s like I don’t exist. Not really, anyway. I’m just a warm body for you to hold.”

You didn’t mean to say that much, but something about the gentleness in his usually fierce gaze made your tongue loose. You couldn’t help but tremble when you realized you had finally spoken your mind after months of crying alone.

He was thinking behind those eyes. His mind was spinning in a whirlpool of guilt.

But then he kissed you. Your eyes were wide, half expecting him to make a verbal response, but instead, he only tightened his grip around your waist and molded his lips into yours. You couldn’t help but be breathless. His taste was just as intoxicating as it always was, drawing you in deeper.

Stars, what you would give to freeze that moment so you could live in it forever.

His breath was warm against your lips when he pulled back, but instead of saying something, anything, he leaned over you, pressing kisses into your neck before trailing to your throat. Exhaling shakily, you gripped the sheets that covered you.

He pulled back slowly. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone like this. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you here.”

“I’ve been so lonely, Ani.”

“I know.”

“I know you have duties, and I have mine, but...” You left out the inevitable.

He shook his head. “I love you.”

He had only said those words maybe once. The two of you had gotten used to keeping your relationship discreet that you never noticed how much you never really craved to hear those words. Anakin showed how much he cared, and that was enough.

“I love you,” he said again. “And I promise you, I will be better.”

Your eyes grew blurry with tears. “Anakin...”

“And you were never just a warm body,” he said. “You’re the only person in this entire galaxy who understands me.”

“Do...do you mean that?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He gave a small smile. “Of course.” He couldn't hide his growing grin. “I mean, apart from Obi-Wan. He seems to know me better than I know myself.”

When you laughed, the edges of his eyes crinkled. There were only a few times when Anakin smiled -- really smiled. He was always so serious, trying to be level-headed. It was like he never got to grow up and be a boy. You knew his shoulders sagged with the weight of responsibility.

Cold metal from his robotic fingers traced your lips. “There’s that pretty smile.”

His longer hair tickled your skin as he leaned down and kissed you again. Your hands hesitantly rose to his chest, smoothing their way around his ribcage. You felt the grooves of his ribs, his muscles, as his lips were soft against yours.

“Do you have to go?” you whispered when he pulled back.

“Well...” he trailed off. “I can’t leave you alone on your birthday, can I?”

Your eyes widened. “You remembered?”

Humming, his lips brushed against your cheek. “Check the nightstand.”

You flashed him a look before blindly reaching over. Eventually you felt the cold marble of the nightstand before your fingers landed on a small box.

“What’s this?” you mused. “Ani...”

“Just open it,” he laughed.

You sat up in bed as you lifted the small lid. A pearl on a silver chain lay in its bed of navy velvet. Your hand shot up to your mouth in shock. The pearl was cold in your fingers, but stunning as it gave an iridescent shimmer in the soft morning light.

You looked up at him, biting your lip. “Can you help me put it on?”

He smiled, gently moving your hair from your neck as he lay the chain on your skin. With the clasp fastened, the necklace fell against your collarbones, the pearl resting in the center of your chest.

“Happy birthday,” he said, his voice warm. “Sorry, I can’t take you to your home planet today, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed happily, your fingers brushing against the chain. The thought of not seeing him again for at least a few weeks was unbearable, but it was easier with him there at that moment. It was almost like he gifted you strength.

But seeing him shirtless gave you other ideas.

“Well...” you trailed off. You shifted, the strap of your nightgown falling off your shoulder. “You could make it up to me now...?”

It only took a moment before it dawned in his eyes and he pulled you close.

“Stars, you’re gonna be the end of me.”

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