#Obi-Wan's voice is a delightful in general

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Now that the council has been made aware of rumors regarding Anakin and his apprentice’s relationship, they’re put under the microscope of a careful investigation and must avoid rousing suspicion at any cost (or part three to teacher’s pet)

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Warnings: smut, p in v, somnophilia, dub-con due to the circumstance but they’re both very into it, choking, dom anakin, inappropriate relationships, unhealthy attachment issues, and strong language.

-

The ceremony itself was a quick, intimate affair.

How they pulled it off, neither of them knows, but they set their sights on a planet far away. Where nobody knew them personally or could know they were Jedi without their lightsabers visible. It wasn't a wedding most would've been satisfied with, but they were. It didn't matter that everyone they cared for couldn't know about it, nor did it matter to her that they couldn't exchange rings. What mattered was the fact that it was happening.

Dantooine ended up being the best option for them. On Naboo, he could be recognized by those who met him years ago when he was ordered to guard Padme's life, Coruscant was out of the realm of possibility for obvious reasons, and as easy as it would've been for them to go undetected in Tatooine, Anakin made it clear he had no fondness for his home planet and suggested Dantooine instead.

Using clothes they had from a mission in which they had to pretend not to be Jedi a year or so ago, they concealed their identities and traveled as quickly as they could. And though she tried to refuse given the fact that they didn't have credits of their own, a lovely older woman working for the man who married them insisted Y/N wear the wedding gown that was passed through her family for generations. In the short time they spent with these people, they learned that her daughter passed away long ago, and though the old woman had no living children, she hung onto the dress since it was the one she wore at her wedding.

When asked about their lives, it was surprising how quickly the lies spilled out of them. It was mostly her speaking while Anakin stood beside her, delighting in the way he could touch her and stand near to her without having to fear being caught there. She spun a tale of forbidden love, of her father promising her to another man and her running off with Anakin for the sake of true love, so it wasn't too far from the truth.

"Are you listening?"

The sound of Anakin's voice snaps her out of her memory-induced daze.

They are tucked away in a corner of the library where no one can see or hear them, leaning against the shelves and standing face to face. He asked her to meet him here before he was needed in an emergency council meeting that Obi-Wan warned him of ahead of time. It was supposed to be a surprise. It was supposed to catch Anakin off guard, but his old master couldn't help himself. There would always be a part of him that looked out for Anakin the way an older brother would. The reason for the meeting, he said, had to do with a troubling slew of rumors regarding him and his padawan.

"I'm sorry, I"—she shakes her head as though it'll do anything to clear her thoughts—"I don't understand. Rumors?"

Anakin's eyes move to look past her shoulder, scanning the room both manually and with the Force to ensure nobody has approached the area before focusing back on her. He steps in closer and says what comes next quietly.

"Obi-Wan didn't tell me what the rumors were specifically, but his meaning was clear. Someone knows about it...about us."

Much like it does whenever Anakin takes her out flying with him at the helm of the ship, her stomach drops at this. Before she can even think of what to say, she's already shaking her head in disbelief.

She mutters, "That can't be true. Nobody has even suspected us, let alone caught us."

He has to fight the urge to reach out to comfort her. His hand flexes at his side as he forces himself not to cup her face in it the way he knows soothes her when they're alone together. It's too risky, especially now after Obi-Wan's warning. All he can do is meet her gaze and offer her a phantom touch through the Force. She feels the presence of an invisible hand brushing her cheek and breathes more evenly in response to it.

"You're right, nobody has caught us. We've made sure of that. But someone does suspect us. I don't know how or why, but they do, and with a claim like that, the council has to take it seriously regardless of where it came from or a lack of evidence," Anakin explains. His expression hardens the more he continues to talk about it. "This is a very big deal, Y/N. If they discover the truth—"

She is quick to interrupt him.

"They won't."

There's a long pause after this, and she takes it as her chance to breech the distance between them.

The feeling of the soft pads of her fingertips touching his arm makes him take a step back at first in retreat, but she doesn't allow him to stray far. With one last look over her shoulder, she moves in close to him and throws her arms around his broad shoulders in an embrace. A kiss would be too daring, but a hug doesn't necessarily prove anything. They've hugged before, albeit after near death experiences during the war, so it could be overlooked again. It isn't the smartest move, but it's necessary. Because as soon as their bodies meet, he lets out a heavy sigh.

As relieving as it is, she's quick to pull away after a moment has passed. Her arms remain locked around his shoulders to keep him close, and the arms wrapped around her waist squeeze tighter as though she'll disappear the second he loosens his hold on her.

Those pretty eyes, a more vibrant blue than the oceans on Scarif, darken the longer he looks down at her.

"I meant what I said before," he says softly, calmly. "Nothing will take you from me."

She remembers that day so clearly. He said it with such conviction despite it only being their second time indulging in intimacy together, and she knew he meant it. It was clear in the way he looked at her as he said it, but it's different now. Now, the implication behind it is laced with something predatory and possessive, not a soft-spoken promise in the aftermath of tender lovemaking but rather a threat and promise tied together with a steely-eyed stare.

Her fingertips play with the sandy brown curls at the back of his neck as she nods and murmurs, "I know."

-

Y/N isn't sure why she hadn't anticipated her presence being requested in the council meeting regarding the rumors of her and Anakin's relationship. Now that she sits in front of all the Jedi masters who make up the council, she can't believe she'd been naive enough to think they would only question her master on the subject and leave her be.

They left the library five minutes apart. First, it was Anakin who left and walked out with a book to make his sudden appearance in the area make sense, then it was her. She counted out the seconds until she was safe to leave. They typically didn't need to take such precautions to avoid rousing suspicion. They had the perfect excuse to spend time together, after all, with him being her master and she his padawan. But now that the nature of their relationship has been put loudly to question, they were better off being safe.

The sun is setting in the distance through the windows of the room, casting everyone in a warm, orange-red light, and she chooses to focus on the beauty of that sunset rather than the nerves that tie her stomach into knots. They've hardly begun, but what has been said is already damning in and of itself.

"This is ridiculous," Anakin says with a straight face, although he is unable to keep the annoyance from shining through in his tone. "Ask everyone we've worked with and they'll tell you that Y/N and I have always maintained a professional working relationship. I care about her as my apprentice the same way Obi-Wan cared for me as his."

Obi-Wan's eyes flutter shut, and a deep sigh escapes from him as he leans back in his chair before opening them again. When they open, it's Anakin they're looking at.

"You forget your place in this meeting. Allow Master Windu to finish speaking, young one."

The inherent condescension present in the choice of words makes Anakin's chest muscles tighten up involuntarily. There are few things that make him as angry as being treated like a child despite being a Jedi Knight with an apprentice and missions of his own. But, he knew deep down, that would always be how Obi-Wan saw him, and he resents him for it underneath it all. In a way, he would always be the reckless and tempestuous boy they discovered on Tatooine all those years ago.

Hidden behind the overflowing fabric of his robes, his hand clenches into a fist with enough force that his fingernails nearly break the skin of his palm.

He has no choice but to keep quiet.

Master Windu watches the interaction carefully, as do the rest of the council, and waits for him to break. He waits for there to be a crack in the facade, for him to look over at her and reveal it all, but he doesn't break.

"As I was saying," he starts, shifting a bit in his seat to look at where she's sat across the room from Anakin, "we got an anonymous report yesterday, but, to be candid, these rumors did not start yesterday. They've existed for a few weeks now, but none of us would've insulted either of you by entertaining them. Not until now."

Her throat is dry, a lump forming at the very back of it, when she asks, "What exactly were we accused of?"

The way she says it is soft and calm, as she always forces herself to be in the presence of her superiors, but Anakin knows her. He can sense the rage bubbling beneath the surface of her skin that begs to be let out, and he's sure the others can too, but they won't mistake it for anything other than anger at whoever accused them. Still, she is told by Master Yoda to calm herself down before they proceed, so she tries her best.

A second passes, then Obi-Wan says as tactfully as possible, "Allegedly, the person who reported this witnessed inappropriate behavior between the two of you outside of the temple recently. At night. We have footage to prove you were, in fact, where they said you were, but none to prove this accusation of inappropriate behavior."

The news settles like a heavy weight in her gut, dragging her down and down until she has no hope of climbing out of this hole they've dug themselves in. They were always careful when they left the temple. Anakin had a keen awareness of where the surveillance cameras were as well as their blind spots, so she knows straight away that the footage they have is nothing more than them walking beside one another.

As if on cue, the footage is projected in the middle of the room.

"None of us are saying we believe these accusations without proof, but the existence of them is concerning nonetheless," Windu says. "Why did you allow your padawan outside of the Temple so late?"

Anakin stammers a little at first, the only sign of his true feelings thus far, before pulling himself together. He holds his head high as he always does and doesn't balk from the intense eye contact with Master Windu.

"It was just a walk. I couldn't sleep, so I planned to go on a walk myself when I ran into her."

"So, you had no reason relating to your duty to be escorting your apprentice into the city at night?"

The retort is fired back at him so quickly, he hardly has the chance to take another breath before opening his mouth to defend himself again. His palm stings from how hard he digs his nails into his skin as he begins to lose his composure little by little.

"Well, not exactly—"

"So, you decided to go for a walk?"

Before Anakin has the chance to respond, Y/N cuts in.

"It was my fault," she says, diverting everyone's attention away from the growing storm behind Anakin's eyes. "He was already outside of the Temple when he spotted me, and when he told me to go back inside, I refused. He stayed with me because he knew I was going to go out by myself if he didn't and wanted to make sure I was safe."

And while it's a perfect defense in comparison to them admitting the truth, it makes Anakin cringe internally all the same because it makes him look weak. It makes him appear as though he has no control over his padawan. Just another reason to deny him the rank of master, he supposes. Another to add to the list of reasons why he's a problem to them.

This admission, still halfway true, causes everyone to pause for a second.

Then, Master Windu sets his attention solely on her, and she knows that what's coming next will not be worded as carefully as what Obi-Wan said. It's never been in Windu's nature to be anything other than honest and straightforward. He has always treated them with respect, but he doesn't harbor the same fondness for them that Obi-Wan does.

"I have to ask you directly, for the sake of addressing the severity of the situation, has Anakin ever acted inappropriately with you?"

She stumbles for a second, drawing out the time between when he asks and when she responds, but it's deliberate. If they're going to accuse her of it, she will make them say it and stew in the discomfort caused by it. Let them be tortured just as equally as she is by this.

":..Meaning?" she questions.

The bluntness with which he speaks next knocks the wind from her chest.

"Has Anakin ever tried to instigate a romantic relationship with you?" he asks it with a stony, unbreakable expression, abandoning any attempts at sugarcoating it. "The report itself said he was kissing you"—the discomfort of everyone else is palpable in the air—"and...touching you. They alleged that it happened in a dark area, so they didn't recognize you were Jedi until they came closer. As your master, if this rumor were true, it would be an abuse of his power. To take advantage of a padawan..." He trails off into silence for a second before taking a deep breath to steady himself. "He could never be trusted again."

She doesn't even dare to chance a glance over at where Anakin sits with his face hardened into a mask of neutrality, refusing to give them anything to use against him.

Obi-Wan, in a much gentler way, says, "I know you both well, so believe me when I say I don't believe this to be true, but we must take these accusations seriously. Not only would it be an abuse of power, but forming such attachments is not the Jedi way."

This time, she scans her eyes across the room as though she's looking for all of their reactions, but all she's truly looking for is him. And the small glimpse she gets of him makes her heart ache. He is completely shutting down. His eyes are fixed ahead of him at the middle of the floor, refusing to stray and meet hers. It's all he can do to keep himself under control.

Windu then says again, "Y/N, I need your honest answer. It needs to be shown on record that you both deny these claims."

Without missing a beat, she speaks.

"He has been nothing but respectful and supportive," she says. Instead of looking at it as a lie, she frames it as a performance. She imagines herself as a character on the stage of a theater and plays the part. "Yes, I messed up by sneaking out of the temple, but Anakin never touched me."

In the back of her mind, she sees flashes of their memories together one after the next. His lips smeared against hers, his prosthetic hand clamped around her throat, and his flesh hand slipping beneath the waistband of her pants to feel how wet she got for him. But she fights to keep it under control, to keep the others out of her head as he taught her to.

"So, to answer your question, directly, honestly, and on the record, no. He didn't do anything he was accused of."

For the first time since they've been dragged in here, the members of the council have nothing to throw at them. Without their confession, they have nothing, and she would sooner leave the order than give him up.

Almost in response to this, Anakin looks up from the floor to find her glancing at him. It lasts a mere second, but it strengthens his resolve all the same it reminds him what's at stake.

"Anakin?"

The sound of Master Windu's voice brings his attention away from her. A few seconds pass before he realizes what they're waiting for.

"No. I've never done anything of which I've been accused."

The silence that follows is tense.

Neither of them knows what to do with themselves in the next few moments or so as the council discusses their alleged transgressions as though they aren't in the room with them, but they know not to look at each other. They already got one glimpse already, anything more would be reckless and greedy. After a long back and forth between Obi-Wan and Windu, they seem to come to an agreement.

Master Windu says, "It's settled, then. Y/N, you'll be temporarily removed as Anakin's padawan until we're done talking to witnesses and investigating. In the mean time, Obi-Wan will be your master."

-

It was a disgrace, an outrage.

Anakin's thoughts became poisonous as he was forced to walk out of the council meeting without sparing a glance at her, watching as Obi-Wan whisked her away to speak to her privately as her new master. Maker, even thinking those words made him grimace. There was something inherently wrong with the notion of her belonging to anyone but him. She was his first, he thought, much like a spoiled child having to share his favorite toy. After all, she was his apprentice, his best friend, his wife. How dare they try to keep them apart?

He could hardly process what Master Yoda was saying to him as they walked a little ways behind Obi-Wan and Y/N. It was something about letting the process of justice unfold without harboring any anger for the situation. It was clear in the way it was said that neither Yoda nor the others fully believed the rumors. They all entertained the possibility of them being true, but no one, except maybe Windu, seemed too suspicious of them.

Unfortunately for him, Master Yoda stuck by his side for longer than he anticipated, so he had no choice but to leave her in the hallway with Obi-Wan. If he lingered to speak with her, it would only fuel the rumors about them. He opted for going back to his room to meditate instead, but every time he closed his eyes, his mind became flooded with thoughts of her. Of the meeting, of the night they snuck out, and who possibly could have recognized them.

She, however, was too preoccupied with Master Kenobi.

He walked alongside her at a leisurely pace, speaking freely with her, "I know how upset this whole thing has made you both, but believe me when I say I tried to tell them it wasn't true."

Whether it be willful ignorance or outright denial, she didn't know, but he was being truthful. Of all the council members, he was the least convinced that these rumors could be true, and that was by their design. They've always been extremely cautious in his presence due to his close relationship with Anakin. Her husband taught her how to control her thoughts, to keep from projecting them and allowing the other Jedi into her head, and she practiced it every time they worked with Obi-Wan.

Y/N refrained from picking at the skin around her nails as she often did when nervous and nodded along to what he said.

"If it had to be anyone but Anakin, I'm glad it was you they chose."

"I actually requested it," he says. Upon seeing the confused look on her face, he adds on, "I know Anakin cares for you. I thought that it may ease his mind to know I'm the one stepping in as your teacher."

She can't help but offer up a slight smile in response to this. It was sweet. How Obi-Wan always looked after him, even when Anakin thought everyone was against him or didn't care about his feelings. His old master would always care about him. Later, if she has the chance to see him, she'll tell him about how Obi-Wan defended them to the rest of the council and made sure she was placed under his command.

"I appreciate that greatly," Y/N says. "And I think Anakin would too. He'd probably benefit from a talk with a friend right about now if you're able."

"I'll talk to him as soon as I can, but they'll be questioning me about the allegations in a few moments, so I can't yet. You have my word, though. I will speak to him."

The thought of Anakin being provided with some form of relief is comforting enough to let her contracted neck and shoulder muscles relax.

"Thank you, master."

He simply bows his head to her and offers his goodbyes before turning back toward the council room. In the distance, she sees Master Yoda waiting for him, and all she can do to stop herself from losing what little composure she has left is breathe deeply as she walks the other way in pursuit of the kitchens. Perhaps a light meal will soothe her nervous stomach.

-

It's an hour past the curfew set for apprentices to return to their rooms.

She relies on the light of the lamp beside her bed to read the book Anakin gave to her a few years ago. Annotated in the margins by Yoda, Dooku, Qui Gon, Obi-Wan, and Anakin, she finds it helpful to read a page or so before bed each night to settle her mind after the events of the day and bring her focus back onto what's most important. Her duty.

Every time she comes across Anakin's sloping, cursive penmanship, her face lights up with a giddy little smile. The page is worn beneath the fingertip she runs over the spot where he signed his name, as though this book has been carefully handled and passed down from generation to generation. Her night clothes are little more than a thin, plain shift that falls down to her calves, so she doesn't feel too warm with the sheet pulled up over her body as she flips through the pages to read all of Anakin's annotations.

However, the joy she derived from reading his thoughts along the margins is quickly washed away by worry. Worry as she begins to wonder where he is and what he's doing. Have they continued to interrogate him? Hopefully he's been allowed a break from their incessant badgering at some point. Perhaps Obi-Wan has found the time to speak to him privately already.

She's so lost in her thoughts, she doesn't even sense his approaching presence until the door to her room opens without a sound.

Already, she's flipping the sheet off of her body and tossing the book onto the side table to meet him as he crosses through the threshold to her private dorm. But what he sees when he shuts the door behind him isn't a happy, smiling face, it's an angry one, and he's already being chastised before he has the chance to greet her.

"Please, tell me you weren't seen coming here? What if they find you with me? Then everything we did today would be for nothing—"

The last word dies on her mouth with a surprised "hmmpf" sound when he reaches forward to cup the back of her neck and pull her into a fervent kiss.

Her hands shoot out to grasp his arms reflexively as he traps her in his strong embrace, one arm around her waist and his other raised to hold her to him by the back of her neck, and kisses her the way a dying man gasps for air. As soon as their mouths meet, she knows where he's been. The taste lingering on his lips is that of his preferred form of alcohol, and she grimaces at how strong it is for a second before pushing at his arms to break the kiss.

You'd think she struck him. His brows furrow and eyes widen at the rejection.

"Why won't you kiss me?" he asks with a tired exhale, leaning forward and angling his head as though he's going to steal another from her in retribution.

"Because it tastes like you drank the whole bottle," she says with a chuckle and keeps him at bay for now. "Where did you go?"

He lets out a sigh, overdramatic as ever, and allows her to slip out of his grasp now that he knows he won't get any kisses until he answers her. The walk over to the bed is short for him with his long legs. All it takes is a few strides and he's collapsing onto the mattress with huff. The glove is already being ripped off of his cybernetic hand before he conjures a suitable response for her.

"Out."

A scoff escapes her.

"I gathered that."

"I went to a bar."

Her brows furrow at him.

His hands come up to allow him to rub his eyes as he says, "Not that bar, I went to a normal one."

The casual reference to that bar brings a searing heat to her face. "That bar" meaning the one they snuck out to go to the first night they were together, with the secret back rooms he led her into and had his way with her in front of a few of the sex workers lounging there. He felt it necessary to clarify that he would never go to such a place without her present for obvious reasons. The thought alone of her thinking he would do something like that, putting himself into a situation no married man should ever be in, made his heart ache a little.

She allows herself to smile at him just a little, even though he can't see it, and walk over to where he's laying with his legs hanging off the foot of the bed. Feeling the mattress dip beside him with her shifting weight, he drops his hands back down and looks at her. And even when he's drunk, angry, and worried, he still finds it in himself to look at her like that. Like she's more important than the Force itself.

In return, she gives him the same look. It isn't too hard to summon. It comes so naturally when he looks the way he does right now; effortlessly beautiful with his overgrown hair framing his face and looking up at her through his lashes with a pink-flushed face.

"What did they say to you?" she asks softly.

Her fingertips are feathery-light where they touch his hair, brushing it away from his face in a way she knows soothes him. It causes his eyes to shut in appreciation of it, then, once he's fully taken in the moment, he answers.

"Not much." His body starts to shift to allow him to roll onto his stomach, and he wraps his arms around her hips. In this position, he gets to rest his face on her thighs, placing tender kisses along the soft skin. "They repeated the all same questions just worded differently each time. When they finally told me I was free to go, they were bringing in others we worked in close quarters with."

"Did Obi-Wan happen to talk to you?" she asks. This piques his interest straight away. His head pops up from her lap, his arms unwrapping from her waist to help him sit up to face her. "He told me he wanted to speak with you. To let you know that he requested to be my master in your absence because he knows how much you care for me."

In lieu of a response, Anakin starts to lean forward to nudge her face with his. Their noses brush as he captures her lips in a wet kiss, humming in satisfaction at how she instantaneously kisses back without thinking. Call him what you want for it, but he knows the effect he has on her and how to use to for his own gain. Right now, he's using it to redirect her back to what he wants. Which is, of course, to hold and kiss his wife. He doesn't think he's asking for too much.

She murmurs against his mouth, "Why won't you answer my question?"

His breath is hot against her skin when he pulls away to dip his face down into the curve where her shoulder meets her neck. All she feels is a soft pair of lips caressing her skin followed by the sharp hip of his teeth. He finds a way to shake his head through it all, not faltering for a second throughout the process of kissing her neck and nudging her slowly onto her back.

"I don't want to talk about Obi-Wan right now," he whispers.

With his body now laid flush atop hers, hips nudged between her parted thighs, he brushes his lips against hers softly. It's a sweet, gentle kiss. One she hadn't been expecting with how eagerly he was crawling on top of her seconds ago, but no amount of sweetness can make her forget that he's not in his right mind at the moment. So, she lets him kiss her for a few more seconds, giving him the chance to revel in what he so clearly wanted all night while he was out drinking, before looping her fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head to pull his face away from hers.

He winces at the slight pain caused by having his hair pulled, but they both know it's something he enjoys. His lips curve down into a slight frown as he realizes what's happening.

"Why are we stopping?"

She chuckles a little and cards her fingers through the hair she just pulled to soothe his mortally wounded ego.

"Because you're very drunk, and I'm also quite tired so I won't let you do it until you've sobered up."

His brows furrow.

"You won't let me?"

Her head shakes, a coy smile teasing at her mouth, and this causes him to stop as though in consideration for a second before groaning and rolling off of her. He ends up flopping onto his back on the mattress beside her, causing her to laugh a little at his dramatics before scooting closer to him and cuddling up next to his body. Her arm wraps around his slim waist and pulls tight as though she fears he won't remain here if she doesn't.

Sensing this, Anakin turns his head to look at her. His eyes soften the moment they land on her, and he reaches out with his flesh hand to brush his thumb over her lips.

"Sleep," he says quietly. A command, not a request. "I'll be with you. Always."

It takes a lot less time than it usually does for her to fall asleep once she burrowed beneath the sheet and rested her head on his pillow, right beside where his was laid. Part of it is due to him. Not only because his presence is soothing but because he breaks into her mind. She's so used to having him in there that she doesn't notice or care when he encourages her to sleep. For her body to relax far quicker than it usually would due to the soothing presence of his force signature.

For the first hour or so after she goes unconscious, he stays to ensure she doesn't wake. But, then, the boredom gets to him. Not to mention, he reeks of liquor and sweat, so he doesn't see any issue with temporarily leaving her for the sake of freshening up in the bathroom. The spray of the water hitting the floor hardly makes enough noise to reach the door, let alone beyond it into her bedroom, and he keeps checking, using the force to sense if she's still sleeping. By the time he is toweling himself off in front of the bathroom mirror, he no longer feels as impaired as he was when he first arrived.

The substance is still present in his system, yes, but he doesn't feel like everything is fuzzy around the edges anymore. Another hour has passed once he emerges from the bathroom with the towel wrapped low around his hips and his hair damp. What he sees when he lifts the sheet to slip into bed with her, tossing the towel to the floor on his side, halts him for a second.

She must have taken off her thin shift in the time he spent in the bathroom. It isn't uncommon for her to do this, rousing herself to a dazed state of partial consciousness to rip the bedclothes from her body due to the heat causing her to sweat in her sleep.

With the shades pulled shut over their windows to keep the city lights from invading the dark sanctuary of her bedroom, his eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to see her beside him.

A quick glance at the time projected onto the ceiling in faint red light proves he has been awake far too long, and it's hard for him to not huff in frustration as he rolls onto his side. Facing her...

The curve of her hip juts out in an exaggeration of its usual shape from her laying on her stomach with one of her legs bent up near her side and the other lying flat against the mattress. With the sheet pulled up just enough to cover her ass, looking at her is cruel torment for him. How else is he supposed to react when his wife insists upon sleeping in the nude right beside him? He refuses to feel shame for how his cock stirs to life at the sight of her nearly every night.

Anakin's left hand slides up from his side to grasp the thin sheet between his fingers, gingerly pulling it down until it only covers the lower half of her legs.

At first, his only intention is to touch her. To caress her soft skin, hairless and smooth for the first time in ages now that they're back on Coruscant where she can groom herself, and relish in the fact that she's here with him. There's something so intoxicating about watching her sleep. It occurs to him that that thought, if spoke aloud, would probably creep her out, but it doesn't feel wrong to him. It's nice to see her without worry for once. So much of their time together is spent fearing that someone will catch them, but when she's asleep, she's at peace.

His hand ghosts over the back of her thigh, climbs up the curve of her hip, and keeps going up until he finds her neck. So delicate, so pristine in the way he only finds women can be. Men are so rash, harsh, and unsatisfying to look at to him. Himself included. She, however, is a work of art. Everything about her, from the way her hips sway just so when she walks to how her hair blows around her face in the breeze, is beautiful. He has always preferred them as a sex. After all, everyone he truly cares for, aside from Obi-Wan, has been a woman. His mother, Padme, and, of course, his beloved apprentice and secret wife.

He thinks to himself as he allows his hand to dip down to cup her breast, They make more sense. Everything about them was designed with careful thought. In a way, he envied them. In other ways, he didn't. As his hand grazes down her navel in search of the apex of her thighs, he can't help but stare at her in awe. His fingertips dip into the delicate folds of her cunt. So warm. Soft. Inviting. Begging him to delve further and give her what she desires.

She has done this to him a countless amount of times—woken him up with her mouth around him, sucking hard into the back of her tight throat—so he has no qualms with returning the favor.

It becomes clear to him very quickly that he won't be satisfied with merely touching her. While it is invigorating to see her subconscious response to his touch, her thighs pressing together and trapping his hand there as he rubs her clit, he knows what he truly wants right now.

He wants to take back his ownership of her.

What happened today was nothing short of traumatizing for him. He isn't stupid, he knows what they're trying to do. If he isn't careful, the council will try to take her from him, just like every other woman he's loved has been taken from him. When he was assigned to protect Padme just before the start of the Clone Wars, he lost his mother. Shortly after, he lost Padme too. She refused to be with him in the end, saying she couldn't lie to the senate and the council. He refuses to let the same thing happen with Y/N.

Soon, he begins to feel a wetness seeping out of her. His fingertips dip down to collect it from her hole and spread it over her throbbing bud, rubbing faster. A soft, muffled sound escapes her lips at this, and that's when he loses whatever scrap of patience remained in him.

Anakin slips his hand out from between her thighs to stroke himself a few times. Although he's already hard, he takes it as a chance to spread her slick arousal along his cock to make it easier when he inevitably fucks her. With the stimulation now withdrawn, she begins to fuss a little. It isn't anything like it would be were she awake and aware, but she does writhe ever so slightly in her spot upon the mattress as if instinctually searching for the pleasure that evaded her.

He's careful not to wake her just yet. Since she was so tired, he thinks she should rest for as long as she can before she's woken up by him. So, he's gentle in how he guides her into the easiest position to allow him access. She remains on her side, but he brings her legs up closer to her chest, forcing her back to arch and offer up her soaked pussy to him.

From there on, it's too tempting.

He guides the broad tip, messy with precome, of his cock into her first, waiting a moment to listen to her deep breathing to assess if she's waking before nudging further into her inch by inch. Being inside of her is serenity itself. It's like coming home, and he delights in how responsive her cunt is to him even while she sleeps. Her walls clamp down around the thick girth of him only to relax a second later to allow him in the rest of the way. His mouth drops open in a quiet gasp at how good it feels to bury himself inside of her, pushing and pushing until he bottoms out with his tip nestled close to her cervix.

The hand that isn't devoting it's time to rubbing her clit reaches to cup one of her breasts. It squeezes softly at first, but, as usual, it isn't enough. With the first thrust he makes back into her after he pulls almost all the way out of her, he grasps her breast harder and rolls the nipple between thumb and index finger. Having both of his hands on her—one on her chest and the other anchored between her thighs—gives him better leverage to fuck her how he wants to.

"Feel so good," he murmurs into her bare shoulder, not caring that she cannot hear him say it.

He loses control of himself quite fast. It's all too easy to allow the pace of his thrusts to speed up little by little, but, more importantly, he can't help himself from going harder. He enjoys going slow sometimes, but he never goes easy on her. If he ever did, she would scold him. Most often, she has the control between the two of them when it comes to intimacy, and that's the way he's always preferred it. But now...He finds that he likes having total control over her more than he thought he would.

His lips press gently against the curve of her shoulder to help suppress the load moan that threatens to leave him in response to her squeezing down around him.

The haze of sleep has a strong hold over her still when her eyes begin to flutter open.

At first, she's certain it's a dream. Trapped in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness, her mind has yet to realize that she's slowly but surely coming back to consciousness. Her dreams have always been incredibly vivid, especially when they concern Anakin, so no alarms are raised at the feeling in the pit of her abdomen. It isn't until she feels his teeth graze her skin that she realizes that it isn't happening inside her head.

The light beyond the shut curtains, the only source of light at this late hour, illuminates just enough of her face to allow him the pleasure of watching her react to what's happening. Her brows pinch together, a crease forming in the skin between them, and, then, her eyes open slowly.

Y/N wakes to the overwhelming pleasure of him touching her, kissing her, fucking her—essentially doing anything he can to feel closer to her—and the first thing she thinks to do is reach being her to grab onto him. Her hand lifts from where it laid on the mattress to reach back for him, sliding down the side of his bare, muscled abdomen until it reaches his hip. There, her nails dig into him.

She says, evidently confused, "Ani?"

The second after she says the nickname, a particularly harsh thrust causes her to whine in both pleasure and sensitivity, head tipping back while he finishes sucking a mark onto the back of her shoulder. Even through the fog in her mind, she's thankful that he's only leaving marks behind in places she'll be able to cover. It wouldn't be wise to meet with Obi-Wan tomorrow morning with a love bite visible on the side of her neck.

He pulls his face from her neck to press his cheek against hers, lips pressing a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"I'm not intoxicated," he says as explanation for the euphoric wake-up call. "And when I came out of the shower, I noticed you ripped your clothes off in your sleep..."

This brings a sleepy grin to her face, and she can feel him grinning back at her with his cheek pressed to hers. The fingers toying with his clit continue at that perfect, toe-curling pace that increases the bliss she feels tenfold. That, when combined with how consistently he hits the sweet spot inside of her, is almost too much for her to handle so soon after coming back to consciousness.

"You're acting awfully brave. Aren't you worried I'll have to punish you for it sometime?"

Every word is punctuated with a panting breath as he drives into her harder and faster, her breasts bouncing with the force of it now. The palm he had molded over one of them slides up to grasp the very top of her neck, just beneath the jaw, in a possessive act of claiming.

He shakes his head, pushing hers a little further into the pillow it rests on.

"No," Anakin pants, "no, you won't be punishing me for taking what's mine. You forget that I'm your master."

Knowing how angry it will make him, she says, "Actually, Obi-Wan—"

The hand around her neck squeezes impossibly tight before she can dare to finish the sentence, and his pace becomes nearly brutal in a way it's only been a few times before. After a loss on the battlefield or a man leering at her in front of him. But this is...this is different. She can feel it—his anger, the possessiveness, the jealousy.

A second later, he releases his grip on her neck.

"Take that back," he mutters, seething, and pulls her hair taut from her scalp, eliciting a sound that's a strange mix of a moan and a wince. "Or I won't let you finish. You can do it yourself if you're so quick to betray me."

The mere thought is enough to make her brows pinch together in displeasure, and she starts to shake her head frantically. How cruel of him to wake her like this and threaten not to see it through to the end. Although, it does arouse her even more to think that he's simply using her for his own gratification now that she's "betrayed" him. The tension brewing within her, readying like an asp about to strike, seems to enjoy the notion of that.

And, worried that he'll stop, she cries out, voice breathy and soft, "You own me, master. Just you"—the next rut he makes into her is hard enough for her to gasp—"There's only you, Anakin."

"Yeah?" he asks, turning her face with the hand that choked her a moment ago to force her to meet his gaze.

The eye contact is so intense, she doesn't know what to do with herself when she's pinned beneath him like this. And, of course, everything is heightened by the vitriolic feelings roiling inside of him. He projects them at her without a second thought, letting her in to hear every thought that is practically shouted at her. She can't deny to herself that some of them are quite...disturbing. It's nothing too outrageous, but it's obvious to her that he perceived what happened today as a threat. A threat he will not take lightly.

She nods her head a few times, their noses brushing with the frenetic movement, and he can't help but smirk.

"Good girl," he mutters.

He keeps his lips as close to hers as possible without breaking eye contact with her. The urge to kiss her is heavily outweighed by the power he derives from looking into her eyes as he pounds into her. The whole day, he has felt helpless, mad, and scared, but it's all mended by her. By this moment. Not only due to the physical intimacy, but the emotional as well. He can feel how much she loves him. It's a feeling he wishes he could bottle and keep in his possession forever. He'd get drunk off of her if he could, but he can't, so this is the next best option.

When her eyes flutter shut in appreciation of her impending release, building inside of her like the swell of the sea, he says, "No, I want you to look at me."

Seeing that he holds the power regarding whether or not she'll come, she obeys his command immediately. When her eyes open to find his face so close to hers, the sight of him hits her like a punch to the gut, and that overwhelming feeling of love he felt emanating from her increases tenfold. She takes this time, the few, never-ending seconds before she's pushed over the edge into oblivion, to commit every detail of him to memory. The hair that falls in his face, the healing scar slicing through the outer edge of his eyebrow, and, most importantly to her, those sultry eyes of his.

Even outside of the bedroom, he has a way of looking at her that makes it obvious to anyone who looks too closely that he's undressing her with his eyes, but it's far worse when she's actually undressed and at his mercy. It makes her inevitable peak come on stronger and faster than either of them expected it to, her nails digging into his hip so hard that they break the surface of his skin.

She says breathlessly, looking up at him with wide, teary eyes, "Promise you won't let them keep us apart."

And though he's already reassured her countless times that they'll remain together no matter what, he surges forward through the small gap left between them and kisses her with a hunger that'll never be satisfied. It only lasts a second or so, but it's all she needs to reach her climax.

"I'll do anything," he whispers, kissing her deeply as she begins to tense around him. "Anything."

It's such a powerful, explosive surge of pleasure, she cannot do anything but tense in his arms and surrender herself to it.

The noises she makes are borderline pornographic, and if he weren't so in tune with her, he would probably think she's faking it. But there's no way of faking her body's natural response to him. As he guides his cock in and out of her at a brutal pace, the sound of their bodies colliding and how wet she is filling the room, he feels every spasm and twitch of her around him. There's no avoiding those guttural sounds, the slack-jawed expression on her face, or the tight cunt milking him with every unyielding wave of her climax.

Anakin's mechno-hand squeezes around her neck with just the right amount of force to restrict her gasping breaths and provide himself the amount of control over her as he loses himself in it all. His thrusts turn sloppy the closer he comes to his end, and he buries himself in deep one last time before spilling into her.

His face falls into her neck with a whine, teeth biting down on her shoulder to stifle the sound. Her constant clenching and unclenching helps him ride out his orgasm, and he continues to fuck into her in small, dying thrusts until every spurt of his release is trapped within her.

Y/N goes limp on the mattress beside him.

Her head has fallen back into its original place on the pillow, and all she can hear is him breathing heavily into her neck. Behind her, his chest rises and falls at a rapid rate against her back. The hand that was around her neck has slid down to rest against her stomach, holding her close as he always does in the vulnerable moments following his orgasm. All the excitement and emotion turns him into a clingy, needy little thing.

They lay like this for so long, limbs entangled in the sheets and racing hearts beginning to fall back into a normal rhythm, that she can't tell if it's been five minutes or ten when he finally speaks up. Sometime in between him collapsing onto the bed with her and now, he pulled out of her and repositioned himself against her. Both of his arms are snug around her waist, and his face is no longer buried in her neck but rather right beside hers. His cheek presses against hers as it had when they were in the midst of fucking, savoring the closeness shared between the two of them.

"I love you," he says softly.

It isn't the first time he's said it, but she always gets the same fluttering sensation in her stomach as though it is. As quickly as the anger and jealousy took control of him, turning him into a demanding and domineering lover, he shifts back into his usual nature with her. It's as though his mind goes on autopilot after having sex with her, exposing the true motivators that drove the anger. Insecurity. Fear of abandonment. Worry.

Knowing this, she doesn't hesitate to say it back.

"I love you more."

The feeling of his chest moving against her back with a soft huff of laughter brings a smile to her face.

"Believe me, that's not possible."

She then starts to shift around in place, forcing him to loosen his hold on her for a second or two until she has flipped over to face him. Those strong arms are quick to wrap around her waist and pull her in again, their bodies flush against one another.

"And why is that?" she asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.

He answers it so quickly, so sure, she cannot take it as anything other than honesty.

"I was made for you," Anakin whispers, reaching up to brush her hair away from her face. "There's no purpose for me in this life without our love."

Her brows furrow in concern.

"That's not true. You have purpose regardless of whether or not I'm here."

He shakes his head, just once, and when she cups the side of his face in the palm of her hand, he leans into the touch. The tip of her thumb caresses the scar cutting through his brow, moving down until she brushes his bottom lip.

He says, "I don't want to know what it's like to not have you in my life. It was easier before. I didn't know what was waiting for me. But, it's different now. If I lost you, I'd lose myself."

Her other hand moves to hold the other side of his face, leaving him with no choice but to look into her eyes and hear every word, every thought, and every feeling that passes through her.

"You aren't going to lose me."

The soft look in his eyes transforms into determination at this, and he allows his forehead to rest against hers as he repeats what she said in his mind over and over again to reassure himself.

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A/N: It's been a long time, but here's part three! I hope you all enjoyed it.

Tag List: @juniebugg and @riley12.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction

[defaulttwig]

Fleeting

Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader

Summary: You haven't seen Anakin in a while and his hair has made a small change. Word Count: 717 A/N: I am in the middle of finals and I'm so stressed but I couldn't miss Star Wars day HEHEHE. This was smthg quick I cooked up late last night after an essay; bad sleepy grammar and spelling. Takes place directly after AOTC. Happy May Fourth!

"All this talk of the war, and you're smiling." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, but you do." You closed the distance between the two of you and tipped your chin up. Anakin watched your sly hand hover over his sleeve before his eyes darted back to you stepping another inch closer. You smiled and reached behind his head. The laughable ponytail had since gone. Your fingers ran through soft locks that swept up at the ends. Anakin blinked and raised his hands defensively, holding them a hairline away from your robe as his gaze snapped up and down the corridor. Uncontent with the solitude, his hands fell over your waist and pulled you around a pillar for better privacy. You followed his back step dutifully with a huff through your nose, keeping your hands locked behind his head. Only when behind the structure did his smile return. Dopey and boyish, his eyes glimmered with pride as his chest swelled. You twirled the locks of hair behind his right ear, where there had been a braid. You smoothed your hand across the back of his head again, letting the swooped ends slip through your fingers. "I'm sorry I missed your ceremony," you said halfheartedly. Your annoyance with the off-world blunder still lingered hours later. Anakin shook his head once. "I would hardly call it that. It was better off that you missed it." Anakin had graduated from Padawan status weeks ago. You tried to communicate your congratulations as best as you could over holoprojection, but the effect wasn't the same as if you had been there to witness it. And he decided to lose the ponytail at the back of his head altogether and let it grow out. You felt the beginning of their wavy texture, but it was at an awkward swept-up angle until more hair grew out. The hair atop his head, in the early stages of bangs, curled limply over his hairline. "Don't brush me off. I want to congratulate you in person now that I can." You flashed a frown. "I owe you that much." His hands roamed from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer. The dopey smile on his face grew. "How do you plan to do that?" You blinked at him. He blinked back, his eyes searching yours as they crinkled in delight. His brows rose in proposition. You snorted and leaned away, still twirling his hair. Cocking your head, you cooed, "Congratulations." His smile turned lopsided and he narrowed his eyes cheekily. "Anything else." "I have nothing to say." You shrugged and lowered your voice playfully. "General." Anakin's smile fell. He blinked, stupefied before his lips curled in a smirk. The Jedi's hands returned to your waist and he offered a small squeeze. "I could get used to that." "Hope you listened well." You covered his hands with yours and returned them to his side while smiling wide. "It's the only time you'll hear me say it like that." He opened his mouth for a comeback before his holoprojector alerted you both. You broke away from Anakin and peeped over his shoulder as he unpocketed the device and held it up. The blue light crackled, stuttering to life before a figure appeared with crossed arms. Obi-Wan's holograph swept his gaze from Anakin to you. He perked up and cleared his throat. "Ah, you're both together. Perfect." "Is something the matter, Master?" Anakin asked. "Nothing pertinent, I assure you. There is something I'd like to discuss in person if you have the time." "I'm not busy," you chimed in. Anakin gave you a side-eye. He, of course, wanted to continue where you left off. "That's good to hear. Meet me at the front steps of the temple and we'll move from there." "You got it." "Yes, Master." When the projection collapsed into the device, Anakin pocketed it, turning to you. "Wanna-" "We don't want to keep Obi-Wan waiting." You turned on your heel with a bright smile, pivoting away from the now sour look on Anakin's face. His brisk strides allowed him to catch up to you with ease. "Are we going to continue this later?" You hummed, clasping your hands behind your back as you walked with a pep in your step. "Depends."

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x reader #star wars fanfiction

[shangchiswife]

obi-wan kenobi- better man

summary: you watch as obi-wan has moved on from you but you can't help but still have feelings for him.

obi-wan x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 705

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You tried not to stare.

You really tried for your sanity but you couldn’t help it, your eyes stayed glued to them.

You watched as your fellow Jedi, and former partner, Obi-Wan Kenobi hooked a finger under Duchess Satine’s chin and pressed a loving kiss to her cheek while she closed her eyes and smiled.

Your heart clenched at the sweet gesture.

You remembered a time when he had acted that way with you.

You watched the way the duchess scrunched up her nose with delight and laid her head against his chest.

It was so unfair.

You tried so hard to hate him after he had told you that one September night that he needed to focus on being a Jedi Master and helping to train Anakin instead of being with you but you just couldn’t

You had initially believed him when he said he wanted to focus on work. But you knew that wasn’t the case when you saw him a few weeks later, trailing after Satine like a lovesick puppy with his cheeks scarlet.

You remembered when he used to look at you like you were the most beautiful thing in all of existence. 

The way his blue eyes lit up and sparkled every time you walked in a room.

Now you watched as he looked at Satine that way.

You tried so hard to hate her but you just couldn’t.

Satine was so kind to you, always greeting you with a smile when you came to her planet, and treating you with respect. You had always admired the way she ruled Mandalore with such grace and poise. 

And you knew that if she had known that you were previously with Obi-Wan then she would’ve stayed far away from you because that was the type of person she was. But Obi-Wan had made it clear that the two of you would be secret so you honored his wishes.

Your hands shook as you averted your eyes from the happy couple.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, you could still feel him, your body would tingle from the ghost of his fingers on your waist, his lips on yours.

“I’ve never loved somebody as much as I love you,” Obi-Wan’s voice snapped you out of your clouded mind as you felt your heart shatter at his words.

Oh.

He had never told you that before.

He had never even bothered to tell you that he loved you.

That day he ended your relationship you had told him you loved him and you’d never forget the horrified expression on his face, his jaw slack as he mumbled “I’m sorry,” and then left you alone, heartbroken, and full of tears.

And still, after all of that, you still loved and missed him.

You stood up abruptly, wiping a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek from the memory.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you started walking away at a fast pace.

You needed to get off Mandalore and bring more distance between yourself and Obi-Wan.

“Y/N?” the voice of Obi-Wan filled the throne room.

You shook off his voice and continued walking to the ship that you had gone on with Obi-Wan. 

Your steps became quicker as you peeked your eyes and saw that both Obi-Wan and Satine were following you, concern evident in their eyes.

Hot angry tears streamed down your face as you approached your ship.

Commander Cody sat at the edge of the ship with his helmet off as he slightly dozed off.

“Let’s go,” your voice was angry as you awoke him with a jolt.

You didn’t mean to be rude but your emotion was taking over your entire body.

“But General Kenobi-”

“I don’t care, Commander, let's just go,” your voice cracked.

The commander took one look at your puffy eyes and trembling lips and nodded before immediately rushing over to the cockpit and urging the ship to life.

 Once the ship started moving in the air, Obi-Wan and Satine appeared on the launchpad looking up at you.

You stared down at him and slowly shook your head at him before sitting down.

It never would have happened if he was just a better man.

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #obi wan imagine #obi wan fic #star wars preferences

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

I love the jedi but enjoy the sith, mostly vader,new republic sith and old republic sith, do yoi have a lost of your favorite star wars villains.

In order, Dooku, Thrawn, Palpatine, Vader, OT-era Tarkin, Maul - and TCW!Hondo right after Dooku if that counts.

Pretty vanilla lmao. I like the Son as a concept but he's really not hardcore enough to really embody what he's supposed to represent. (There's not enough of the slimy slithering madness and viciousness that makes the Sith do stuff like sacrifice Jedi on altars and do blood magic rituals, among other things.) He's too tame for something supposedly worse than the Sith, though he'd be horrifying if he'd been more Dark-Side-y.

So, Dooku, because he's a disaster and a mirror to Anakin's garbage and because there's a lot of genuinely interesting things about a character who was among the wisest and noblest and who knows what the darkness is and willing embraces it anyway. he's Star Wars' Saruman and I love Saruman. It certainly helped that he was played by Sir Christopher Lee. The man was just that good.

Thrawn, because of the smooth, calm demeanor - much like Dooku's. That scene where he slowly explains what a kalikori is without revealing right away who is Hera, toying with us with his incredible score in the background, gave me shivers the first 4-5 times I watched it. I love sophisticated and collected villains. Brutish villains feel too simplistic and not nearly as frightening. I also love Star Wars aliens.

Palpatine because he's a delight to hate. He has no redeeming qualities whatsoever - he's just absolute selfishness embodied and that makes if very fun. Also love the 'frail' old man whose power is in his insidiousness. I love how maniacally happy about his plans he always is and I love to think of how completely bored he must have been during the Empire days, before Luke showed up and gave him something to plot about. Sure I wish the Zillo beast could have flattened him to a Sheev pancake - or that Dooku would have just punted him into the sun before Naboo, but hey, at least he got thrown down a reactor and exploded twice and was never ever heard of again, right?

Vader because he's a powerhouse and that's always impressive. James Earl Jones' voice was always magnificent as well and there's something so expressive about faceless characters.

OT Tarkin because- smooth, calm and collected old villain. I really have a type ah ah. There's something so maddening about that complete confidence that they're right, that end-justify-the-means mentality they confuse for wisdom, that dismissive way they see the hot blooded righteous heroes as so beneath them...

Maul mostly for the times he goes completely crazy and either turns into a spider or a Temple-dwelling Sith cockroach and runs around painting Kenobi on the walls with his blood. I love his arc with Obi-Wan, I love what it says about the light and the Dark, the Jedi and the Sith, and the Florrum and Twin Suns duels are my favorite ever.

Finally, Hondo... Well, is Hondo. Much smarter, much more ruthless, and much saner than people give him credit for - just spectacularly greedy and ballsy. I wouldn't call him a villain so much as the true example of what a 'morally gray' character is. It's not good guys in impossible situations like Mace, it's not complex villains like Dooku, it's not the image people have of a tortured prince of darkness that deep down feels really sad about all the murder he's doing and it's not the selfless hero who angsts about quickly killing a monster that one time - it's Hondo.

I'm generally pretty indifferent to Ventress, Jango, Boba, bounty hunters like Cad Bane, the Hutts, villains of an episode, or more minor villains and/or reformed antagonists like Bo-Katan, Kallus, etc - as characters anyway. I might like them when they're onscreen or like their place in the story but they don't do much for me individually beyond that.

And a special mention goes to Miraj Scintel - the Zygerrian Queen and only Star Wars villain I truly and deeply loathe. I hate seeing her onscreen, I hate hearing her talk, I hate watching her move, I hate her aspirations, I just detest her. Everything about her is infuriating.

#ask #ovrlralex #star wars villains #darth vader #darth sidious #count dooku #darth maul #thrawn #darth tyranus #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #long post #sw talk #wilhuff tarkin #tarkin #hondo ohnaka

[anonvibes]

The cruelty of us

Sith Luke (aka Starkiller) au, Vaderluke. Vader is now the Emperor, but is also under his powerful son's spell, and in this universe, Luke is a General and the trusted right arm of his father. I've decided create a whole idea of Starkiller being Luke thanks to a friend, and I can't stop thinking about it. Obviously, incest and dead dove. If you want to read more of this au, nsfw etc, there's my inhale, exhale on Ao3.

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Vader was ashamed for many reasons. His pitiful display of victory paled like a small child's revenge in front of Luke's curious gaze. But the boy was there, instead, blushing next to him as his golden eyes shined of a sinister light. "It's the entire Jedi Council..." He whispered, and gulped in delighted pain when he saw Yoda conserved like the others in their disgusting preserving tanks.

Vader disliked procuring his son any type of pain.

But through their bond a wave of love made his lungs ask for a stronger pulmonary support, his system pumping faster.

"Tragic," Luke whispered, such a gentle voice - so similar to Padme's - in contrast to his sith appearance. Yet he still looked angelic, as if even corruption couldn't sculpt away the beauty of such creature. "I missed him dearly. Now I can come and visit." He tilted his head, and Vader nodded patiently, regulating his emotions. Not a word yet spoken. "Can you get someone similar to Obi-Wan, father mine? I am so proud of your fury. I will mourn another friend. Remember that our pain fuels us."

His smile was sweet, his blond hair soft and thin. Luke's body was wrapped in tight imperial black clothes and made Anakin's obsessed desire for his son intrude under his suit like a snake, fill him with discomfort and torment as his flesh itched and hurt, even if his half-replaced guts would all of a sudden gladly welcome Luke's sinful pleasure in an unceremonious sexual intercourse.

"Yes," He managed to wheeze out, his mind filled with unspent lust. Luke read through him and decided to fake innocence over it, smiling as if the light never had left his side. It burned Vader but this time, in a way he wanted. Even if it meant finding someone who resembled Obi-Wan, even if that would hurt him even more...for a while.

"Anything for you, son."

#Vaderluke #Darth vader #Luke skywalker #analuke #dark fanfiction

[galateagalvanized]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Oho, thank you, Ann! My favorite fics that I've written... that's a difficult one, but I'll take a crack at it.

Alright, in terms of writing quality, story structure, characterization, and emotional impact, the best fics I've written so far are:

1. Set the Bone Straight (9,990 words, T)

A pair of Vader’s Inquisitors corner him outside of the mess hall after he brings in another dead Jedi. Vader had been particularly pleased with this one, and the Inquisitors are glittering with envy.

“So, d’you think you’ll be getting a red saber soon, CC-2224?” Fourth Sister all but snarls, shoving him into the wall while Fifth Brother looms behind her. “What do you think you’ll be? Tenth brother? Eleventh?”

“212th brother,” he says, and he doesn’t know why.

Or, Purge Trooper Cody and the long road home.

2. Rapture (62,516 words, T)

Cody freezes. “What does it do, sir?”

“It appears—it appears to strip a Jedi of their powers,” Obi-Wan says, looking to the side with a ragged exhale. “I can no longer sense the Force, or you, or anything, for that matter.”

Or: An independent terrorist cell has developed a weapon capable of severing the bond between a Jedi and the Living Force. They test it on High General Obi-Wan Kenobi.

3. The Art of Happenstance (9,692 words, G)

Obi-Wan looks up at him, a disbelieving smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I think my lightsaber likes you better than me,” Obi-Wan admits, and Cody’s eyes widen imperceptibly behind his visor.

Or, Cody and Obi-Wan co-parent a lightsaber.

4. From the Garden, Grow (51,173 words, M)

Cody fumbles his helmet off and tucks it under one arm, hovering mid-air in front of the tower’s balcony. He’s a professional, he reminds himself.

“Hi, I’m Cody,” he says, keeping his hands and shoulders relaxed; some of the captured royals can be a little skittish at first. “I’m here to rescue you.”

The man in the tower just laughs, and the sound is as delightful as his singing had been.

“Oh, that’s very kind,” the prince says, his madder blue eyes twinkling. “But I’m quite alright, thank you. Have a good day.”

Or, Commander Cody and Star Wars’ actual Disney princess.

5. Suffer My Devotion (9,054 words, E)

"Obi-Wan, please. A little happiness wouldn’t hurt," it says in Cody’s voice, reading Obi-Wan’s mind the way Cody always seemed to.

Obi-Wan turns his head away and closes his eyes, and the pit in his chest opens wider with every word the incubus says.

“On the contrary,” he chokes out. “It would hurt very much, I think.”

Or, former Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi walks into a bar.

#thank you for the ask Ann!! #lightasthesun #ask Chel #codywan #am writing #the difference between this list and my fics ranked by comments or kudos etc #is actually a little shocking to me! #my most-read fic is not on this list haha #and i've got an interesting mix of length‚ rating‚ and genre #the mystery of what it takes to write a Good fic continues

[willowcrowned]

for the prompts meme: 12, obi-wan/bail organa?

12. Writer and Editor AU

[Prompt List]

There is a long, long, list of possible reasons that Obi-Wan and Bail haven't gotten together yet. Obi-Wan knows— he's seen it. Right at the top is 'Terrified of Being Emotionally Available' with 'Too Professional to Say They Want to Go to Poundtown' just below it.

Despite Obi-Wan's best efforts, he has never been able to discover the authors of the list (though his money is on Ahsoka). This means, of course, that any time Obi-Wan unceremoniously tears the list down, it reappears on the bulletin board between Bail's office and the slush pile.

The first time Obi-Wan saw it, he'd been on his way in. He's not particularly proud of the way he reacted, which involved a very unproductive meeting with Bail, who either hadn't seen the list or was doing a much better job of Obi-Wan at pretending it. Now, thankfully, they've settled into a tacit agreement— the list is ripped down when they see it, and unmentioned even when they don't.

For the truth of the matter is that they haven't gotten together not because either of them are too busy (number twelve), or incapable of expressing an emotion that isn't being a bitch (number forty five), or even, as number thirty suggests, already clandestinely banging. Bail is simply an excellent editor, and Obi-Wan refuses to find a new one.

This sentiment may be thoroughly unromantic, but Obi-Wan is inclined to believe that anyone who calls it that has never had an editor as good as Bail. The man is a genius, and one does not mess with genius. Even if they want to take it to pound-town.

#have I ever even submitted a manuscript to a publisher? no #is this probably wildly inaccurate? yes #do I care? not really #this was VERY fun #Obi-Wan's voice is a delightful in general #but writer Obi-Wan? that's where I thrive #this is one of my favorite styles #prompt game #Bail Organa/Obi-Wan Kenobi #star wars #star wars au

[kaminocasey]

Come Back To Me

Summary: Crosshair is searching the galaxy for you and getting close to find you, his once upon a time love, so the Bad Batch are here to protect you.

Pairing: (Eventual) Crosshair x You

Warnings: Angst, mention of death

A/N: This is my first Crosshair fic. Please forgive me if it's not good.

Part One ︱Part Two

“General.” Echo smiles, happy to see you once again.

“Good to see you!” Wrecker scoops you into a hug.

“Good to see you too, Wrecker! And Echo… Please. I’m not a general anymore.” You hug him once Wrecker sets you down.

“You’ll always be a general to us.” Hunter fake salutes you, making you chuckle.

You pat Tech on the back before another figure hops out of the Marauder and walks up to you.

“Who is this?” You look to Hunter for an explanation, shock clear on your face. “A child?”

“I’m Omega. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She grins up at you. “Can I see your lightsabers?”

You laugh with delight. “Hello, Omega. Maybe later, yeah?”

She nods, enthusiastically and you look back at the guys as she goes back on board the Marauder.

“Omega is a clone. Like us.” Tech explains.

“How is that possible? A girl clone?” You ask. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Tech explains everything to you about Omega. About her being a 100% DNA clone of Jango Fett and how she is their technically older sister. Hunter never takes his eyes off her. You could see the protectiveness in his eyes.

“So, you’re a dad now, huh?” You tease Hunter.

He rolls his eyes. “Feels like it.”

“So, where’s Crosshair, is he still on board?” You ask them, glancing at the ship.

Maybe Omega went to grab him.

They all shift uncomfortably. Your stomach drops. “No… Don’t tell me he’s…”

“No, he’s not dead.” Echo sighs.

You sigh with relief. “Thank the Maker. Where is he then?”

“Crosshair joined the Empire…” Hunter tells you, regretfully.

“W-what?” Your heart sinks again, making you feel wobbly.

Hunter guides you to the steps on the Marauder.

“He… he’s only ever been loyal to you guys, though.” You’re confused.

“It’s his inhibitor chip.” Omega’s voice is behind you. “He can’t help it.”

“An inhibitor chip?” You look at Tech.

“A behavioral chip inside the clones’ heads that makes them do whatever is commanded of them. That’s why Order 66 happened. It wasn’t that the clones willingly wiped out the Jedi… they were forced to do it.” Tech explains.

“Crosshair is getting close to you. We found you, so it’s only a matter of time before he finds you.” Echo says.

You sigh. “You don’t think he actually would… kill me… Do you?”

“We don’t know.” Tech says. “That’s why we’re here. To protect you.”

“Wait. Do you guys not have inhibitor chips?” You ask them.

“Rex helped us get ours out.” Wrecker says.

“Rex has his out? He’s okay?” You clutch your heart and they nod. You had always been close to Rex, serving together under Anakin and Obi-Wan. You missed them so much.

“Any word on Obi-Wan Kenobi or Anakin Skywalker?” You look up at them. “Ahsoka Tano?”

They all look at each other.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi is not dead.” You stand up, firmly.

“No, he’s MIA. So is Ahsoka Tano.” Echo tells you.

They were definitely alive, then.

“And… Anakin?” You’re almost too afraid to ask.

“General Skywalker went to the dark side… He’s the one who killed all the younglings.” Tech responds, clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh…” You collapse to the stairs again, your heartache even worse than before.

Hunter makes sure you’re steady again. Hunter was always so kind to you. You clutch his hand for comfort.

Anakin was your friend. Someone you were close to. Someone you had looked up to. He always did good by his padawan and the clones… How could he turn to the dark side? You suddenly feel angry.

“Did any of you…” You’re definitely afraid to ask. “Kill…”

“No. Our inhibitor chips seemed to be defective.” Tech tells you.

“Like us!” Wrecker says, excitedly.

“So why did Crosshair’s activate?” You ask.

You had so many questions.

“It’s probably best if we get going. We can answer all your questions on board.” Hunter pats your shoulder sympathetically.

You nod. “Let me go pack a bag really quick and then I’ll be on board.”

They nod and let you be alone. You think about Crosshair as you pack, tearing up, thinking about him siding with the Empire. How could he do that to his brothers? Chip or no chip…

“Cyar’ika…” You hear that familiar voice.

The voice you would know anywhere. You can still picture him moaning your name in the bunks of the Marauder.

“Crosshair.” You turn to find him in the doorway of your bedroom, bringing your lightsaber to life.

#TBB #The Bad Batch #TBB Crosshair #Crosshair x You #Crosshair x Reader #Crosshair/You #Crosshair/Reader #Please forgive me if it sucks

[owkse]

Obi Wan Kenobi ~ Decisions

Chapter 22

Chapter 21

You stood in the council meeting, honoured to have been invited and also relieved some what that the council now trusted you completely, especially when Master Yoda displayed what you had discovered about the true nature of the clones and the chancellor. You had devised an elaborate plan, planning to release the evidence off the chancellors computer, in what appeared to be a data breach, but this would only happen upon the death of General Grievous. The clones meanwhile had at this point had the chip in their brains shifted, order sixty six complete eradicated from their makeup.

‘Well done for finding this Y/N, exceptional work, we will be honoured to award you the status of Master after the War has ended’ said Master Plo Koon.

‘I… thank you Master’ you said bowing.

‘We would be delighted that you stayed for the rest of the meeting, while you may not be a Master yet, your place is with us’ said Windu his words touching you deeply.

‘Thank you’ you whispered.

‘Stand next to me you can’ smiled Yoda proudly.

Moving into place you returned Obi Wan’s smile as you moved to stand next to Yoda’s seat, before standing with your arms hanging before you, your fingers linked.

‘Knight Skywalker’ said the announcement droid.

You watched the young man swagger into the room, faltering when he spotted you standing in the room.

‘A message have you from the chancellor?’ Queried Yoda once Anakin had bowed.

‘The Chancellor has requested that because the council has failed the empty space once held by Shak Ti, that I be appointed to the council’ said Anakin.

This made you tilt your head, examining Anakin, in truth the war had changed many of the Jedi, but what Anakin was saying was so left field it had you wondering exactly what he had been saying to the young man.

‘This is a disturbing move by the chancellor’ said Ki Mudi, voicing all of your concerns.

‘Indeed, disturbing move it is’ nodded Yoda in agreement.

‘I understand’ said Anakin, you could sense some nerves, but what surprised you was the instant flare of irritation coming from him. It wasn’t the irritation per say that surprised you, but rather the lack of attempt to mask it.

‘We will give you a temporary seat to the council for now, but we do not give you the rank of Master’ said Windu.

‘What?’ Said Anakin, a flare of anger rippling out, making you sick in air between your teeth.

‘How can you be on the council and not be Master? It’s outrageous’ said Anakin with anger pouring from him.

‘You are on the council, take a seat young Skywalker’ said Windu, you could feel Obi Wan reaching out to his former Padawan.

‘Forgive me Master’ said Anakin bowing his head only slightly, moving and taking a seat.

‘Back to Grievous, intel tells us he’s hiding somewhere in the outter rim’ commented Plo Koon.

‘How accurate is this information Y/N?’ Asked Windu.

‘Ninety percent Master, the issue with it is he’s moving faster when he feels cornered, I would suggest tracking him for a while longer’ you commented ignoring Anakin’s sharp gaze.

‘I agree, he’ll need to refuel eventually’ nodded Obi Wan, murmurs of agreement following.

Your com link went off, with a sheepish look, you quickly read the information sent through to you. The news making you wince when you did.

‘Trouble Y/N?’ Asked Secura.

‘It appears the situation with the Wookiee’s has reached critical, they are unlikely to last much longer without aid’ you said.

‘We haven’t got many ships to spare’ noted Obi Wan.

‘But we can’t afford to lose that system’ you said without waiting for invitation.

‘Sorry Masters’ you said bashfully.

‘You are correct Y/N, we cannot afford to lose that system’ said Kit Fitsu, with a reassuring nod.

‘Hmm, help we must give, go I will’ said Yoda thoughtfully, making you glance at him.

‘That’s settled, we shall revisit Grievous when we have more concrete evidence’ said Windu.

And just like that your first official meeting, if you were to call it that was over. Unsure of if the council needed you further, you slowly began to retreat from the room, only to be called back.

‘Young one, walk with us would you?’ Asked Obi Wan, approaching you where you hovered by the door.

‘Of course Master’ you said smiling, however the rippling force from Anakin was making you uneasy.

‘How can they put me on the council and not make me a Master? It’s insulting’ snapped Anakin as the three of you walked the halls. 

‘Do calm down Anakin you’ve been given a great honour, to be on the council at your age is unheard of, even if it is only temporary’ said Obi Wan. 

‘Temporary, what does that even mean?’ asked Anakin with a scowl. 

‘It means, it wasn’t your spot to have, come here’ said Obi Wan dragging him behind an alcove. 

‘Y/N’ said Obi Wan in the force, when you didn’t follow. 

You wondered over, standing slightly back, completely unsure of this conversation. 

‘Y/N will be granted the rank of Master and it was her spot you are currently in, after the war is over, she will be in her rightful spot Anakin’ spoke Obi Wan firmly. 

‘How? She’s not been in any action for well over a year now, how can the council justify this’ snapped Anakin giving you a narrowed gaze. 

‘Because Anakin there are things happening that you not yet know, Y/N has been instrumental in that, it’s her position Anakin, don’t argue’ said Obi Wan fiercely. 

‘So why was I elected on then?’ snapped Anakin. 

‘Your friendship with the chancellor has paid off Anakin, the council wants you just to keep an eye on him... no doubt he has asked you to do the same with the council?’ you said softly, still receiving a glare. 

‘That’s treason’ said Anakin. 

‘Search your feelings Anakin something is out of place, the chancellor has held onto his position long after his term has expired’ said Obi Wan. 

‘The senate voted him in’ said Anakin. 

‘All we ask is for you to listen to what he is telling you’ said Obi Wan. 

‘If that is what the council wish’ muttered Anakin. 

‘Good, go meditate, you need to calm down’ said Obi Wan. 

‘Sorry about him’ sighed Obi Wan when Anakin had left. 

‘Don’t be, he’s always been that way with me’ you shrugged. 

‘Well he shouldn’t be, you have done the order a tremendous service’ said Obi Wan taking hold of your hand, out of view from the rest of the order bustling about their business. 

‘It’s not over yet’ you said softly. 

‘Just for a minute it can be’ said Obi Wan looking into your eyes. 

‘I sense something has their claws in Anakin, Obi Wan’ you said. 

‘The chancellor’ whispered Obi Wan, worry in his voice. 

‘He’ll find the strength’ you said squeezing his hand. 

‘I hope so’ 

Chapter 23

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan #master yoda #yoda #mace windu #kia mudi #kit fitso #jedi #jedi temple #jedi council

[nevertheless-moving]

Phantom Past Drabble

Directly taken from this au by @willowcrowned that rapidly devolved into a delightful back and forth. 

Obi-Wan blinked rapidly, trying to clear the spots from his vision as the sudden white light faded.

“What was that?” Anakin asked, bewildered.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but the snarky response caught in his throat as a hauntingly familiar room came into focus.

Anakin's voice dropped to hush, “This looks like—“

“—the Theed generator complex, I know.” Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin, what was the one thing we weren’t supposed to do?” 

“Touch anything.” 

“And why, do you imagine, we are here?”

“I didn’t even touch it!” Anakin said defensively.

“Oh no, you just knocked it over and kicked it into a wall-”

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin interrupted.

“What?” he tore his gaze from the spot he had last held Qui-Gon to look up at his Padawan. Anakin was staring slackjawed down the hallway.

“Qui-Gon?” Anakin breathed out, startled.

“Padawan?” The man said uncertainly, ignoring Anakin to stare intently at the familiar, yet oddly-armored man before him.

“Master?!” came the muffled yell from Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, desperately bouncing in an attempt to see what was happening.

“Maul.” hissed the elder of the two mysterious warriors, ignoring everyone else and unnerving the Zabrakian.

Who were these intruders; how dare they disrupt the Sith’s carefully laid trap? How could they possibly know his identity? They didn’t quite look like Jedi, but they did wear lightsabers openly on their belt. Maul hesitated, not sure what threat to face first.

“You’re looking rather well, have you been working out?” The one-who-knew-Maul’s-name made an odd hand motion at his younger companion, then ignited a brilliant blue saber. The darkly clad young jedi grimaced before drifting to the wall, lighting his saber in a defensive guard. 

Maul had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but decided to interpret it as a threat; the hand motion must be their attempt to strategize a trap. He would take the youngest challenger first, before killing his master.

The ray-shields began cycling open, and Maul charged.

“Of course it’s hard to tell with all the clothing in the way, but you must be doing lunges, at the very least.” Maul ignored him, but the comment startled Qui-Gon enough to make him hesitate.

Obi-Wan intercepted Maul’s charge with ease while Anakin skirted around their fight to join Qui-Gon, gently pushing him back into the hall.

“Obi-Wan said to protect you. Master Qui-Gon, you have to stay back”

Qui-Gon bristled, drawing up to his full height. “I don’t know who you think you are, but Obi-Wan is my padawan, and I intend to protect him from the Sith your…companion is facing alone.”

Anakin straightened as well, glare easily crossing the scarce few inches separating them. 

“Maul’s an expert at tripping up multiple enemy combatants, especially in a confined space. One-on-one, my master can easily beat him. I don’t like leaving him to fight alone anymore than I do, but you’ve gotta trust me on this.” 

The ray shields began cycling closed, and Qui-Gon lunged.

Anakin grabbed him in a bear hug before he could get far. Qui-Gon was forced to stumble back, narrowly avoiding being sliced in half. At the same moment, young Obi-Wan all but crashed into them. The three awkwardly teetered in place, clinging to one another and leaning wildly to avoid brushing the burning walls. 

They stumbled apart, doing their best to put space between them in the narrow chamber. 

“What’s going on? Who are you?” the padawan demanded. “Come now, I know you can do better than that” the Master dueling the Sith teased playfully on the other side of the shield. The Sith growled in response.

“It’s me! Anakin Skywalker! Don’t you recognize me?” he said grinning. “Wow, I almost forgot how baby-faced you were without the beard.” he poked at the young man’s cheek, who flinched back, startled.

Not giving them any time to process that, Anakin continued. “We were in this old temple and one of us might have knocked over this weird rock and the next thing we knew it we were here! I don’t know if we time traveled or if this is some crazy force vision but either way, wow, you are kicking Maul’s butt.”

Maul was forced to leap over the center pit to retrieve his lightstaff. “Don’t worry, everyone struggles to keep It up sometime.” Obi-Wan quipped. Maul growled in response.

“You’re…Ani. And that’s…me.” The padawan confirmed flatly. Anakin’s unfiltered sincerity and startling coiled force presence made it hard to doubt the otherwise insane claim.

“Does he normally do this?” Qui-Gon asked faintly.

“Do what?”

Maul managed to temporarily push Obi-Wan back with a desperate kick. “Much better, my dear. There’s that fighting spirit!”

“That!” Qui-Gon said, gesturing emphatically.

Anakin’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Does he… not flirt when fighting? Is this a new thing?” 

Qui-Gon just got a pained look on his face instead of answering, so Anakin turned to the younger Obi-Wan. He shrugged helplessly in response, “I don’t…think so?”

“Huh.”

#star wars #star wars au #phantom past au #phantom of the past au #time travel

[polishksiezniczka]

Hello ❤

I have a request if I may. I sensed some tension between Richter and Il Camerlengo in the movie and it inspired me.

Like what if Richter had a daughter raised in Vatican City, and Patrick falls in love with her? The conflict he'd feel as a priest, and the sneaking around trying to avoid her father, the cardinals, swiss guard - even the pope himself?

Thanks Boo🙂

C x

Enjoy, my lovely! 😏❤️ And more importantly, have the happiest, most wonderful birthday ever!

Forbidden {Part 1} | Patrick McKenna x Richter Daughter!Reader (NSFW)

Dedicated to the sweet @caitie-lu ! 🌸

Notes: Did I include an Obi-Wan reference in this? You better believe I did! Part 2 is in the works, enjoy this shameless teasing for now! 1.2K words.

You walked briskly through the corridors, your feet unconsciously leading you where you meant to go—you had been there before oh so many times. Your eyes flashed, cautious and attentive, to ensure no familiar faces noticed you as you glided past. It wasn’t exactly easy to blend in when your father was Commander of the Swiss Guard—having been raised in and around the sacred basilica, you were known to many of the Vatican’s cardinals and priests, but you doubted they knew anything about you besides the pretty face they saw in Mass. Though you fervently denied it, your natural beauty was unmistakable: soft, mournful eyes; delicate cheeks which flushed at the slightest compliment; a supple, feminine figure; and a sincere and charming laugh that captivated anyone who heard it. Beneath your lovely exterior, you were a sensible woman who kept her wits about her and guarded her feelings closely. Your father had taught you this; he was very protective of you—his only daughter—and did his best to shield you from the prying eyes of the paparazzi.

Gehen Sie keine unnötigen Risiken ein. Wir möchten ihnen kein zusätzliches Material zur Verfügung stellen, he would say to you in that stern voice of his. And you had obliged…until now.

Over the past year, everything had changed when you secretly began seeing someone. Normally, a daughter would be hesitant to disclose the details of her partner—let alone the nature of their relationship—with her father. This would be understandable for a conventional relationship. But yours wasn’t a conventional relationship in the slightest. Instead, you had skillfully woven a web of deception to conceal your affair, not because you worried about your father’s choosy but well-meaning critiques of your partner, nor his instinctive protectiveness—no. You hid your affair because your lover was none other than il camerlengo to His Holiness: Father Patrick McKenna.

But oh, how happy you were. You loved Patrick deeply, as he did you. Not only was he the singularly most handsome man you had ever known, but Father Patrick McKenna truly embodied the good of the Church when you were together: his selfless devotion to you, the compassion and gentleness he radiated, his generous heart and delightful sense of humor. What began as longing glances and shared smiles soon bloomed into affection—soft touches and whispered secrets. Then, for the very first time, he kissed you, sending your heart careening into the stars, never wanting to return to Earth, as he called you his angelo, a gift sent from Heaven to love and cherish his poor, wretched soul.

Needless to say, you had become very attached to him, and this attachment was the reason you now approached the large, polished door marking the entrance to the camerlengo’s private suite.

You slipped the key into the lock, silently entering the apartment. You brushed your hair from your face as you locked the door behind you with a soft click. A sense of calm washed over you then despite your heart’s quickened beating in anticipation to see him again, to feel him again.

You found him in the living room reading on the couch. He had forgone his cassock today, instead donning a pair of dark slacks and a black sweater. His clerical collar peaked from beneath the soft material, elegantly gracing his throat and making you sigh. How handsome he was.

“Hello there.” The sound of Patrick’s voice—soft and deferential, low and warm—had a way of stirring deep feelings of love within you. Despite your immense familiarity with it—the rich yet gentle timbre, the alluring accent of his native Ulster, that adorable little stutter—it turned you to putty, your infatuation running wild like a schoolgirl’s.

Patrick smiled, a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes as he admired you from his spot.“To what do I owe the pleas—”

But before he could ask his question, you nearly bounded across the room, causing him to stand up to meet you as you practically jumped into his arms. His tone held an air concern as he tried again: “Love—mmm.” You kissed him thoroughly, immediately cutting off whatever he had meant to say.

“Love…darling…” he managed to breathe between your relentless kisses, “I-is…ever-everything…o-okay?” His voice was strained, an intoxicating mix of confusion and excitement.

A smirk curled upon your lips as you continued to caress him, your arms around his neck as you softly tugged at his hair. Knowing that you were the one responsible for riling him up so quickly into this pathetic state—breathing raggedly and rambling incoherently—it pleased you immensely, to say the least.

“Yes…” you whispered huskily in his ear before moving to lightly suck just below the lobe. You pushed him gently onto the couch, climbing atop him eagerly as his one hand found purchase at your waist, the other snaking up your back to hold you even closer. If Patrick didn’t understand the motivations behind your unannounced visit, he did now.

You wiggled your hips against him achingly, causing him to groan loudly into your shoulder. “Sweet girl, the things that y-you do to me!”

You smiled wickedly at him, your eyebrows quirking in delight before you buried your face in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking at the soft skin there, drowning in the essence that was Patrick. You smiled at the feeling of his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling gently at the roots, his large hands delicately cradling your head. You were careful with your attentions, making sure not to leave any marks behind that wouldn’t be covered by his cassock. You trailed your way up to behind his ear and peppered dozens of soft kisses, knowing how sensitive he was in this spot.

“You taste like sin, Patrick…” you drew out, deliberately hanging onto the word.

He grunted, hips involuntarily thrusting up to meet yours, causing you to bite down on his shoulder as you trailed your lips down to his chest. You nuzzled the soft hair there with your nose, humming sweetly, his curls tickling your face as you continued your onslaught of kisses and caresses.

At that moment, Patrick pulled you up for air before immediately capturing your lips in another searing kiss, his hands cradling your face. “Y/N,” he breathed between kisses, “A-angelo, light o-of my life.”

“Hmmm…?” you responded distractedly, now noticing the bulge beginning to form beneath you.

“Must…stop…now…” he panted.

You apparently didn’t like his response, as you kissed him with even greater intensity than before, your hand sliding between your bodies to ghost over his length and eliciting another delicious moan from his lips.

“N-o…” you whined, beginning to palm him lightly through his clothes. You weren’t going to let him off that easily.

“You’re going to be the death of me, amore mio,” he grunted, his hand snaking down your body to capture yours. Thinking ahead, you used your free hand to stroke him even more boldly, nearly knocking the wind out of him. As he gasped at the sensation, you greedily took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

“Mi arrendo…” ¤

Translations

Gehen Sie keine unnötigen Risiken ein. Wir möchten ihnen kein zusätzliches Material zur Verfügung stellen = “Don’t take any unnecessary risks. We don’t want to provide them with any additional material.”

angelo = “angel”

Amore mio = “My love”

Mi arrendo = “I surrender”

Taglist

@seraferna @lemairepstuff

#ewan mcgregor #angels and demons #camerlengo patrick mckenna #obi wan kenobi #patrick mckenna x reader #obi wan fanfiction #hot priest #light smut #part 1 #patrick mckenna is priest!obi wan

[glimmerglanger]

maybe not the most inspiring of prompts, but for a potential spicy sunday, could we see some codywan with Obi-Wan’s manhandling kink in full force? I know you’ve mentioned it a few times but I’d love to see Cody pick him up and hold/pull/twist/carry Obi-Wan around in all kinds of ways without breaking a sweat 🥵

!!!!!!!!!!! I am so very, very weak for Obi-Wan’s manhandling kink. ALSO this decided to be about a lot of FEELINGS in addition to the spicy.

Have some post-war (everyone lives, nobody dies) Codywan fic this fine Tuesday morning. NOT SAFE FOR WIZARDS. Very Spicy. Happy domestic times. Soft and sweet, for all the spicy.

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Obi-Wan knew he was heavier than he looked. Years of training - of war - had turned him mostly to muscle and bone. Which made it something of a surprise, the first time Cody bodily hauled him along in the middle of a fight, without any apparent signs of difficulty.

Obi-Wan had gone down hard when a shell detonated only a few feet away; he’d been more worried about deflecting the force of the blast away from his men than remaining on his feet. He’d been prepared to scramble up when Cody just grabbed him - hands gripping tight at his arms - and yanked him back to his feet, dragging him along until Obi-Wan’s legs started working again.

And that was...interesting, he registered through the dizzy haze in his head.

But there hadn’t been time to consider it more than that. And he didn’t allow himself to consider it, later, after the campaign, when he was back in his quarters on the Negotiator. That would have been...inappropriate.

He didn’t allow himself to think about it, even though it kept happening. As the war progressed, Cody developed a habit of shoving or pulling him out of the way of a hazard, as though that were - somehow - simpler than just yelling at him to move. 

It grew more difficult to ignore after Ventress threw Obi-Wan off of a building and Cody - somehow - caught him on the way down, yanking him out of a freefall with little more than a grunt and setting him down again.

But ignore it and set it aside Obi-Wan did, focusing on keeping his voice steady and his heart from racing inappropriately, clear through his defeat of Grievous, through receiving word from Coruscant that Anakin had discovered that Palpatine was a Sith lord, and fought him, and--

And the end of the war.

And it was a surprise - a delightful one, to be sure - when Cody showed up at Obi-Wan’s quarters in the Temple, one evening, after the Senate declared the war over and said, “General, Obi-Wan--I wanted to--”

Cody kissed him soft instead of finishing the thought. Unsure, that first time. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure that Cody had ever kissed anyone before and eased into it. They went slowly. They had no reason to go quickly, and, afterwards, Cody asked, “Should I...go?”

And Obi-Wan tugged him back to the bed and said, “You should stay.”

They fell asleep like that, woke up like that, and Obi-Wan expected, when they woke, that perhaps Cody would pull him closer and--

And Cody pressed close, indeed, after he woke up. But he was ever so careful with each movement. He handled Obi-Wan as though his bones were wrought of spun glass, as though the thought of leaving a bruise or a mark was not even to be considered.

Obi-Wan felt his warm joy, his pleasure, his contentment, and so he ignored any of the itching little desires that had lived in his head for years, by then. He, too, felt overfull of joy, leaning closer and kissing Cody’s mouth, taking him apart and putting him together again.

#

Perhaps they would have gone on like that indefinitely, if Obi-Wan never took an injury while handling a simple mission on Ryloth. He was still hurt by the time he made it back to the Temple, aching all down his left side, even after the healers looked him over and released him.

Cody was waiting for him, outside the door to the healer’s wing, a frown on his face. He said, “I let you go on one mission alone, and look what happens,” tone full of worry and chiding concern.

Obi-Wan gave him a smile and said, “Oh, it’s nothing, really.” 

Cody flashed him a disbelieving look and dragged one of Obi-Wan’s arms over his shoulders - soft and strong and warm - turning him towards their quarters without another word about it, and Obi-Wan’s gut kicked over, hard.

He felt like he was buzzing in his bones by the time they made it back to their rooms. Part of it had to be the pain-killers the healers had given him. It didn’t help that he missed Cody terribly. They’d been apart for the better part of two weeks.

Obi-Wan had gotten used to waking up beside him, going to bed curled against him.

It made his breath catch when Cody tugged him through the door and said, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned off,” and just headed for the fresher. 

Obi-Wan had been perfectly willing to pass out in his current condition. But he said nothing in complaint when Cody brought him into the fresher and then leaned him against a wall, reaching for his belts with a determined look on his face.

“You’re quiet,” Cody said, after a beat, shoving Obi-Wan’s outer tunic down, dark eyes glancing up, some worry reflecting in them.

Obi-Wan shrugged, shivering when Cody’s hands skimmed over his skin, over bruises and aches. He said, half out of his head, “Just thinking I need to get banged around more often.”

Cody went still, hands on Obi-Wan’s belt, expression freezing into place. He said, confusion making his voice gruffer, “What -- why?” 

Obi-Wan hummed. He was beginning to think that, perhaps, the healers had missed a concussion. It happened, sometimes. He felt as though he were floating and had definitely lost some measure of control over keeping his thoughts from spilling out of his mouth. “So you drag me around,” he said, breezy, and Cody just--stared at him, before something darkened in his eyes.

Cody looked to the side after a beat, hands still so close to Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan wished he could enjoy that state of affairs properly, but he didn’t think he’d be able to get hard. Not with the way his head felt. Cody cleared his throat, while Obi-Wan was thinking about things they could do even if he weren’t hard, and said, “You want to be dragged around, Obi-Wan?”

“Mm,” Obi-Wan said, leaning against the wall and feeling content to stay there as long as Cody desired. “Yes. But don’t worry. You don’t have to.”

Cody sucked in a little breath, held it, and then swore quietly before shaking himself. “You need to get to sleep,” he said, and started moving again, dragging down Obi-Wan’s slacks and turning on the fresher.

Obi-Wan groaned softly when Cody tugged him into the fresher. He let Obi-Wan lean against him as the hot water came down, as he rinsed off Obi-Wan’s skin, and, eventually, dried him off. And, somehow, they ended up curled up on their bed. Obi-Wan was starting to fade out, losing track of time, but that was alright.

Cody was there to keep track of it, for him. He could just...ease down into sleep. 

He was almost there when Cody asked, soft against his shoulder, “Why?”

“Why what, darling?” Obi-Wan asked, so drowsy the words blended together, nearly a slur.

“Why do you want dragged around?”

Obi-Wan hummed, pushing back a little against Cody’s warm, welcoming form. He almost shrugged but lacked the energy for it. “Just like it,” he said, yawning so wide that his jaw popped and then closing his eyes. “The way you do it.” And he didn’t know if Cody asked any further questions, because he fell asleep.

#

By morning, Obi-Wan vaguely remembered that Cody had insisted he take a shower and that they had spoken about….something. The details were a smeared blur, but he was used to that sensation. There were entire days he barely recalled, his memories all faded away from injury or exhaustion.

He noted it when Cody pulled him close to kiss him, before they left their quarters. It put a shiver down his back, but they had things to do, and so he set that aside. Cody watched him, though, gaze searching Obi-Wan’s expression before they stepped from the room.

And, later, when they were finally finished and able to snag some time to themselves, Cody tugged him through the door to their quarters, kissing him, hands everywhere. Obi-Wan groaned, pleasure jolting down into his gut, falling into the embrace.

And he groaned, unintentionally loud, when Cody pushed him a step back and then another, until his shoulders hit the wall. Cody made a thick sound in response, pulling his clothes off, and sliding down.

Obi-Wan swore, already hard by the time Cody tugged down his pants and stroked a touch over his cock. He bit his bottom lip, staring down, and then made a strange, ragged sound when Cody purposefully licked across his cock and slid his hands out to Obi-Wan’s hips, pressing him hard against the wall, staring up the entire time.

Obi-Wan shifted, as best he could, and gasped when Cody just tightened his grip, holding him just so. He could have used the Force to pry Cody off, if he wanted. But, fuck, he didn’t want. He wanted to just - just be held tight, to squirm fruitlessly while Cody bobbed his head and sucked and rolled his tongue and--

And swallowed, when he brought Obi-Wan over the edge.

Obi-Wan clenched fingers into his hair, breathing hard, groaning when Cody slid his mouth off slowly. “Like that?” Cody asked, and Obi-Wan jerked out a nod, pleasure still throbbing within him, feeling Cody’s desire still pulsing in the Force.

“Good,” Cody said, and shifted, and Obi-Wan made a startled sound when Cody put a shoulder against his hips, wrapped an arm around his legs, and just stood, hefting Obi-Wan over a shoulder as though he weighed nothing.

Obi-Wan gasped, “What?” because it was so - so unnecessary. Their bed was hardly a dozen steps away. Muscle shifted under him as Cody crossed the floor, one of his hands closed on the back of Obi-Wan’s thigh, before they stepped through the bedroom door and--

And Cody dumped him down onto the mattress, so hard he bounced, gut getting tight again despite the fact that he’d just come, because, Force--

He started to reach for Cody, wanting him closer, immediately. Cody’s eyes were so dark. He was radiating lust through the Force, so thick that it made Obi-Wan shiver. He brushed a hand over Cody’s side, and then Cody was leaning over him, grabbing his shoulder and yanking and--

And rasping, “This what you want?” as he pulled Obi-Wan over onto his stomach and crawled onto the bed, pressing down over him, solid and warm and steadying, sliding his hand down Obi-Wan’s body to grip his thigh, pulling his leg to one side.

Cody settled closer against him, and Obi-Wan gasped back, “It’s very nice,” unthinking.

He had no idea what had brought any of this on, but that was a puzzle to solve at a later date. Sometime when Cody wasn’t humming and shifting, grabbing Obi-Wan’s hips and pulling them up, just moving him where - where Cody wanted him to be, his voice thick when he said, “Oh, I think we’ve got to do better than ‘very nice.’” He heard the click of a bottle opening and shivered down his back, his cock twitching already, Force-- 

“Cody--” Obi-Wan strangled off when Cody brushed slick fingers over him - once - and then pressed the tips of two fingers inside of him. He jolted, groaning, and Cody tightened his other hand on Obi-Wan’s hip, gripping hard and sure.

“Fuck,” Cody panted out, working his fingers in and out, going a little deeper each time, spreading them inside, stretching-- “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to - to hold you just like this? To just--” He twisted his fingers, pulled them out, came back with a third--

“How--” Obi-Wan gasped, looking for enough air to speak, feeling -- dizzy and good and -- “How long--?”

“You were--” Cody broke off, swearing, fucking his fingers in only once, perhaps twice, before dragging them out, his hand making a slick, wet sound when he stroked himself. Obi-Wan made a ragged sound in anticipation, trying to shift his hips to be more encouraging, and Cody tightened his grip again, panting out, “You were--on the bridge of the Negotiator. Bent over. Some star chart. And I wanted to - to push you forward--”

“Cody,” Obi-Wan panted out, wondering, fleetingly, exactly how long ago that had been, it could have been at any point during the war. It could have been the first time they met, that had been on the bridge of the Negotiator, but surely--

“And hold you, just like this,” Cody went on, leaning forward, the head of his cock pressed slick against Obi-Wan’s body, and-- “Get my cock in you,” he panted, rocking forward, Obi-Wan just stretched enough that it didn’t hurt but, oh, fuck, it ached. He felt it, each inch driving into him. “Just like this,” Cody panted, bottoming out, as Obi-Wan’s cock twitched against his stomach, hard so fast against it almost hurt.

“You want -- want me to fuck you like this?” Cody asked, apparently deciding to wait for an answer, buried so deep, holding Obi-Wan just so, letting him feel how full he was, how-- “However I want?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan gasped out, trying to shift forward enough to fuck back on Cody’s cock, and Cody grunted, putting his other hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, pressing down, holding him, and--

And Cody didn’t make him wait, after that, fucking into him hard and deep, breath punching out across Obi-Wan’s back and shoulders. Holding him just so, just how Cody wanted, and Obi-Wan was stuttering out nonsense words by the time Cody finally lost his rhythm and swore.

Obi-Wan expected Cody to fuck him harder, to shove him down, to come like that.

Instead, Cody leaned over him, curled an arm around his chest, and - with a grunt - rocked back onto his heels, dragging Obi-Wan along and--

And it drove his cock in deep. Obi-Wan felt speared open, crying out dazedly, Cody’s arm a band around his chest, Cody’s other hand sliding down his stomach, fingers curling around his aching cock, Cody grinding out against his ear, “Give it up for me, then, come on.”

Obi-Wan yelled something - it might have been Cody’s name - when he came, head dropping back on Cody’s shoulder, feeling his body squeeze around Cody’s cock and shivering when that was what brought Cody off, feeling the hot spill of him and hearing the noise he made as they sagged there together in the middle of the sheets.

“Force,” Obi-Wan rasped out, eventually, boneless in Cody’s hold. Cody made a thick sound against his shoulder and nodded, shifting so they collapsed sideways onto the mattress, just holding one another as their heart rates slowed down.

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[padawanlost]

Something I've noticed recently over the past few months is this trend where people have been diagnosing Anakin with narcissistic personality disorder instead of C-PTSD or BPD, the more commonly seen diagnoses. I personally disagree, but I wanted to hear your "two sense" on the matter if you will, you're one of the best meta-writers on this site.

It’s because people don’t like Anakin as presented on screen. They want Anakin to be as selfish and arrogant as possible so they can blame him from everything that happened. If it’s ALL about Anakin than everyone else can be left off the hook. 

Anakin ‘I don’t want to be a problem’ Skywalker is clearly narcissistic. I mean, he fits all the signs:

Have a sense of entitlement and require constant, excessive admiration

“Ten years in this place, and still he was an object of interest. Of speculation. All their hopes and dreams hanging on him like decorations on a bantha skeleton at Boonta Eve. He hated it.” [Clone Wars: Wild space, Karen Miller]

Have an exaggerated sense of self-importance

“You would forgo your destiny for Padmé?” Anakin’s brows beetled in anger. “I never claimed to be the Chosen One. That was Qui-Gon. Even the Council doesn’t believe it anymore, so why should you?” [ James Luceno. Labyrinth of Evil]

Expect to be recognized as superior even without achievements that warrant it

Anakin bumped his hand against [Obi-wan]. “Wait. Just—wait.” Embarrassed, he took a deep breath. “Look. Don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just—it’s the mission, right? That’s what matters. So—”  “Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s whisper sounded amused. “It’s fine. I was about to suggest it myself when the droids turned up.”  “You were?”  “Play to your strengths and minimize your weaknesses. That’s how a battle is won. That’s how we’ll win the war.”  Anakin had to smile. I should’ve known he wouldn’t take it personally. “Yeah. So—once I’m up and over and nobody raises the alarm, give me a five-count then follow. I’ll give you the best Force boost I can. Not that you’ll need much. Your leap was only a meter and a half behind Master Windu’s. Remember?”  Obi-Wan gave a breathy chuckle. “I remember I had nosebleeds for a week afterward. Don’t ever feel bad for being extraordinary, Anakin. Now off you go. We don’t have all night.” [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

Take advantage of others to get what they want

“He thought of how unflinchingly loyal Anakin was to anyone he considered a friend.” [Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith]

Exaggerate achievements and talents

He was the Chosen One, they told him. He was supposed to bring balance to the Force. Anakin thought that some little extra support might go with being the Chosen One, a helping hand or at least some understanding from the Jedi Council, but instead he was passed around like an unwelcome burden, ending up with Qui-Gon Jinn and then Kenobi because nobody else would have him. His chosen status meant less than nothing; it felt more like a stigma. And they wondered why he was difficult at times. Maybe they didn’t want balance, whatever that was. Maybe nobody liked a Jedi who was that different. He felt like an embarrassment to them. I do everything you ask of me. I try so hard. When is it going to be enough? When are you going to say, “Okay, Anakin Skywalker, you’re good enough”? Karen Traviss’s The Clone Wars

Be preoccupied with fantasies about success, power, brilliance, beauty or the perfect mate

Impatience. Concern. Relief. Loneliness. Weariness. And grief, not yet healed. Such a muddle of emotions. Such a weight on [Anakin]’s shoulders. Months of brutal battle had left [Ahsoka] drained and nearly numb, but it was worse for Anakin. He was a Jedi general with countless lives entrusted to his care, and every life damaged or lost he counted as a personal failure. For other people he found forgiveness; for himself there was none. For himself there was only anger at not meeting his own exacting standards. [Karen Miller’s Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

Believe they are superior and can only associate with equally special people

It’s not just Skywalker’s rank that makes us give him one hundred percent. It’s because he treats us with respect, and he puts himself on the line with us.” [The Clone Wars by Karen Traviss]

Monopolize conversations and belittle or look down on people they perceive as inferior

Having worked their way around the village, finding nothing to wake their uneasily sleeping sense of alarm, Obi-Wan and Anakin returned to the beaten-dirt square and the charter house. Its doors were open now and a woman who had to be Teeba Brandeh stood on the broad step, hands on her narrow hips, watching the children scatter across the square to play a proper game of kickball. Grinning, without bothering to ask if he might, or if it were wise, or if they had the time to spare, so independent these days, Anakin jogged to join them. After a moment’s amazed hesitation the children welcomed him with squeals of delight, rough-and-tumbled him into their midst and made him one of their own. Obi-Wan shook his head. “He’s nice,” said the girl with the bracelet and the ragged hair, wandering over to stand beside him. “Don’t be cross with him, Teeb Yavid.” Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege

“Oh, no,” said Anakin, grinning. “It was fun too.”  May the Force give me strength. “And that business with the boy? Because when I said no heavy lifting I—” Anakin’s amusement vanished.  “He wasn’t heavy. These younglings are skin and bone. I look at them and—” He clenched his jaw.  ”Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege

Expect special favors and unquestioning compliance with their expectations

[Anakin] did not like the fact that he had won. It seemed wrong that he had stepped so far out of line, and yet had been retained as a Padawan. He did not like the unease this victory, if victory it was, produced in him. Above all weaknesses, arrogance was the most costly. They keep me here because I have potential they’ve never seen before. They keep me in training because they’re curious to see what I can do. I feel like a rich man who never knows whether his friends are true-or whether they just want his money. This was a particularly galling thought, and certainly neither true nor fair. Why do they put up with me, then? Why do I keep testing them? [Greg Bear’s Rogue Planet]

Have an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others

“I’m sorry. I’m not normally this stupid. I just—” And then she felt her face crumple and heard herself sob. Her knees buckled and she began to sink toward the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she choked. “Don’t mind me. I’m fine.” [Anakin] caught her before she tumbled completely. Lifted her without effort and carried her to the sofa. Boneless and unprotesting, she let him. Let her face turn to his roughly shirted, dirty chest and howled her rage and shame against him. Dimly, she felt his hand warm and comforting on her back and heard his soft voice saying, over and over, “It’s all right. It’s all right. You’re safe now. It’s all right.” The crazy thing was that she did feel safe. For the first time since those Separatist blaster bolts seared the air and sand of Niriktavi Bay, since she saw her friends and colleagues slaughtered, she felt safe. Then, abruptly, she felt mortified. What was she doing? Weeping like a child all over a man young enough to be her son? Where was her pride? She shifted away from him, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize,” he said gently. “You’ve got a right to be upset. Now, where’s that medkit?”Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth 

Be envious of others and believe others envy them

The Jedi Council didn’t want me, either. Being the Chosen One didn’t count for anything. Master Yoda wouldn’t train me, or Windu. Every member of the Jedi Council had had something more pressing to do than help him work out what this terrible, galaxy-changing power of his meant, and how he should live in its shadow. He still wasn’t sure. Anakin recalled standing there in that grand, polished Jedi Council Chamber, surrounded by what felt like fear, and disdain, and bewilderment—who were those Masters to feel bewildered, that the only person there who cared if he lived or died was Master Qui-Gon Jinn.  [Karen Traviss. The Clone Wars]

[Anakin] had worried that Obi-Wan did not have room for him in his heart. But Shmi’s smile rose in Anakin’s mind. Hearts have infinite room, my son. JUDE WATSON’S THE TRAIL OF THE JEDI

Behave in an arrogant or haughty manner, coming across as conceited, boastful and pretentious

The fear and dread in her face eased, just a little. “You’re a very sweet young man, Anakin Skywalker.” [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

[Anakin] humbles me, sometimes. He makes me feel small. He can’t see a broken thing without wanting to fix it. [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

“I don’t know,” she said, floundering. “I can’t say I’ve ever given the Jedi much thought. I mean, not as individuals. I never expected to meet one—let alone two. I don’t tend to go places where your skills are needed. But—well—you’re gentle.” [Karen Miller’s Clone Wars Gambit: Stealth]

Insist on having the best of everything — for instance, the best car or office

“I’m not giving him to you,” [Anakin]’d told her. “He’s not even really mine to give; when I built him, I was a slave, and everything I did belonged to Watto. Cliegg Lars bought him along with my mother; Owen gave him back to me, but I’m a Jedi. I have renounced possessions. I guess that means he’s free now. What I’m really doing is asking you to look after him for me.”  “Look after him?”  “Yes. Maybe even give him a job. He’s a little fussy,” he’d admitted, “and maybe I shouldn’t have given him quite so much self-consciousness—he’s a worrier—but he’s very smart, and he might be a real help to a big-time diplomat … like, say, a Senator from Naboo?”Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith 

#ask #anon #sw meta #meta: anakin #meta: fandom #txt

[inkformyblood]

i have not yet learned to hold you

Cody and Obi-Wan flee from the newly formed Empire and the shadows that wear Cody’s face. They travel as refugees, war-torn and clinging to each other.

Day 04 Undercover/Undercover as a Couple

Pairing: Codywan TW: violence/intrusive thoughts

@codywanweek

It would be so easy to break his General’s neck. 

Obi-Wan was slack against Cody’s shoulder, his breathing ragged as if he was trapped in a nightmare. His head lolled with every rumble of the transport, swaying with every jerk and shudder that passed through the decrepit ship, but he didn’t wake, wouldn’t wake.

He had fallen asleep barely moments after they had sat down, tucked into a corner where the air clung to the thick scent of engine oil and the metal burned as frost unfurled across it. But he had slumped against Cody, uncaring of the danger that it put him in, trusting him after everything he had tried to do—

Obi-Wan was in danger, and it only grew every second that Cody remained by his side. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

It had been simple enough to slip onto the transport — merely two exhausted figures amongst many — but even that small use of the Force seemed to have drained Obi-Wan. He had sagged the moment the man with the datapad stepped away, content with the deception Obi-Wan had planted in his mind. Cody had reached for him without thinking, old instincts overriding the newer urge to slip his concealed blaster from his holster, press it to Obi-Wan’s temple and shoot. 

The ship shuddered, wordless cries of discomfort echoing through the darkness before they were silenced, tinged with exhaustion, and Obi-Wan groaned, the sound becoming trapped in his throat before he settled once more. 

He looked tired. 

The war had left its mark on them both as the years unfurled with no sign of slowing, but this ran deeper. The way Obi-Wan moved was slower, more deliberate, and he had curled himself around Cody as they had walked. Landing at the spaceport had been a risk even though the ship they had managed to steal from Grievous' supply had barely had enough fuel to break through the atmosphere. Death and destruction was everywhere, from the weary faces of the children watching them as they had passed, and watching them even now — their eyes too old for their faces — to the scorch marks from blasters littering the buildings Cody could identify with barely a glance.

The sound of footsteps, careful but deliberate, drew Cody out of his dark thoughts, his head tipping to one side as he listened. They weren’t the heavy methodical movements of a soldier, instead stumbling, pausing whenever the ship trembled around them, but they were drawing closer. 

As carefully as he could, Cody reached over, tucking Obi-Wan’s head further into the hollow of his shoulder, the other man’s breath damp against his skin. The urge burned through him again, a passing thought that raked its claws across his mind that he could cut Obi-Wan’s throat and sit like this as his General bled out against him, but he pushed it down, curling his free hand into a fist and cutting half-moons into his palm. He smoothed the edge of one of his scarves down, tucking it beneath Obi-Wan’s chin before drawing a section over his mouth — so easy just to press and feel him gasp and choke — to hide his face.

Obi-Wan, for all of his notoriety, wasn’t as easily identified. Cody, however, had one of the most well-known faces in the galaxy, and the twist of laughter in his chest was a surprise. He had thought he had forgotten how to laugh in the face of the events of the previous days. 

One of the scarves, identifiable by touch alone in the dim light, was woollen and striped a combination of 501st blue and 212th orange, and Cody pulled it up over most of his face, catching a linen scarf as it slipped and tucking it back into place. It wouldn’t pass a close inspection, but he could only hope it would do for now. Obi-Wan deserved whatever scraps of sleep he could get.

The woman who moved into view was unremarkable, a Wroonian woman with skin the same colour as sea-foam and her dark hair pinned up, but several curls had sprung free. Her smile was hesitant, but warm, revealing a dark gap of a missing tooth. “For the journey.”

She offered them a small flask, the liquid inside sloshing, and Cody could only stare. He could smell the sweet tartness of the berries, one final summer harvest, and his mouth watered, the words catching in his hollowed-out throat before he could speak. “We have nothing to give in return.”

“I ask for nothing, only offer kindness.”

She stretched out once more, the flask held by the edges of her fingers and Cody knew. 

How many people had she offered the same kindness to on this ship, and how many had accepted the final whisper of a home now gone? There was still liquid, so each took only a mouthful and moved along in gratitude. 

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and he wordlessly reached for the flask. She stepped back, turning to look back down the ship, and Cody could have wept at the unexpected gentleness of this woman whose name he did not know, and who he would likely never see again. 

“My love?” Cody pressed the edge of his forefinger to Obi-Wan’s cheek, his hand curved to keep the flask steady. The endearment felt strange, lacking the familiarity of the Mando’a Cody repeated in his mind but had never given voice to. It had always been something for after the war, and yet here they were, and the war was over, and Cody couldn’t say it. Wouldn’t say it. Obi-Wan deserved someone whose every thought towards him was filled with love as sweet as honey instead of ideas of how to kill him twining through at the edges. 

Obi-Wan woke in fractions, a slow blink of his eyes — the brilliant blue now clouded and filled with a grief that was still raw and present — then a gentle sigh, pressing his face further into Cody’s neck. 

“What’s happening?” His voice was quiet, barely audible above the rumble of the engines, and Cody turned towards him, trying to shield him from everything, including himself. 

“A drink. If you want some.”

Cody watched the woman, waited for the gleam of her eyes to turn away before pulling down the scarf enough to take a mouthful. It burst on his tongue like the final days of summer on Kamino when the sea would rage, and he could slip away from training for a moment as the lights and cameras flickered and died to pluck fruit from the carefully regimented gardens. Only one drink, one memory, and Cody pushed it to the forefront of his mind, sweeping the thoughts of death beneath it. Obi-Wan’s thoughts brushed against his mind, the sensation akin to a kiss ghosting over his temple, and he hummed in quiet, exhausted joy. 

Their fingers brushed when Obi-Wan took the flask, and Cody’s cheeks burned in answer. They were pressed together from ankle to hip to shoulder, and Obi-Wan’s head still rested on Cody’s shoulder, but that single touch as Cody felt Obi-Wan draw comfort from his memory threatened to break him utterly. 

Obi-Wan pressed himself up, one hand firmly planted on Cody’s thigh, just enough to drink before passing the flask back. 

Cody waited until he was settled, their faces tucked back behind the flimsy fabric shields before extending the flask back. “Thank you.”

“Thank you. You’re lucky to have each other. May your peace find you on the road.”

“May your peace travel with you.” Obi-Wan’s voice had grown in strength, and the woman paused, her eyes widening in delight as a grin burst across her face at the traditional response. She bowed once before moving back up the ship, her steps lighter now. 

“Always full of surprises,” Cody murmured, pressing his cheek to the top of Obi-Wan’s skull, feeling the other man laugh more than hearing it. 

“I’d hate to ever bore you, my dear.��� Obi-Wan drew his hand away from Cody’s thigh, and he missed the single spot of contact, his skin feeling like it was burning where Obi-Wan had touched him deliberately rather than convenience. “It’s a lovely memory you showed me.”

“I hadn’t thought about that in years,” Cody laughed despite himself. His grief was still too raw to examine, the wave of sorrow in his chest barely tampered behind his focus. He could grieve later, allow himself to sink to the floor and scream for his fallen vode but only when they were safe. “It’s strange how your memories work, isn’t it?”

Obi-Wan hummed in quiet, exhausted agreement, curling in closer to Cody’s side and, as delicately as he could, Cody raised his arm to wrap it around Obi-Wan’s shoulders. 

“If you—“ Obi-Wan paused, and Cody watched him think out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t sense the Force, but all of the clones had spent enough time around the Jedi to pick up a base knowledge. Cody had only watched his brothers turn and walk away from him, wiped clean as neatly as any droid would be, and die in a thousand different ways since the war started and even before.

Obi-Wan had felt every agonising second of it.

“Your pain isn’t any less than mine.” Obi-Wan’s voice was hushed, barely louder than a whisper, and Cody turned, catching a glimpse of eyes as blue as the ocean out of the corner of his eye. “We’re both grieving our losses.

“But I wanted to ask, would you let me share a memory with you?”

Obi-Wan had shared fragments with him before after Cody had agreed he could, never before. It was a strange sensation to be in the middle of battle to glance out over the smoke-covered fields and know where Obi-Wan was, feel the wind rush past his face, letting Cody hold out his hand to catch his saber once again.

But that had been purely tactical, and Cody couldn’t let himself dwell on the fact Obi-Wan never asked anyone else, only him.

“I’d like that.”

It stole over him like the slow slip of the sun beneath the horizon, flickering into place between one blink and the next. He could feel the warmth press against his skin, sweat prickling against the hollow of his throat as it dried and the sticky sweetness as juice ran down his chin. The fruit caved in at the slightest press of his teeth, and for a moment, decorum was abandoned, cool, wet pulp smearing against his cheeks as he ate. The man next to him laughed, leaning back so that their shoulders bumped together and his cheeks were stained the same vibrant purple that covered his hands. Cody didn’t know this man, and yet, he did. Qui-Gon reached out and smoothed a hand over Cody’s shoulders, drawing him close in a hug, warm, and he hoped it would never end. 

Cody blinked, the sunlight falling away and the harsh metal walls of the ship closing around him as he was forced back into the present. 

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan cupped Cody’s face, his thumb smoothing over his cheekbone, pressing their foreheads together in a kovyn. Their breath fogged as Cody gasped, tears burning at his eyes. 

The desire burned through his chest to draw his head back and slam it forward, yearning to hear the snap and crunch of bone and the burst of blood, warm and tacky, against his forehead, but he pushed it down. He pressed into the embrace instead, closing his eyes and feeling Obi-Wan’s heart settle in time with his own. 

They couldn’t stay like this for long. Already the groan of the ship’s engines had begun to change in pitch — a clear signal that they were coming into land. 

“Don’t—” Cody caught Obi-Wan as he started to straighten, unable to bear the separation. “Can we stay like this, just a few moments longer?”

It was dangerous, like trying to catch lightning with his hands, but he wanted a moment longer of peace and love, a selfish and ruined want that coursed through him like a heartbeat.

Cody couldn’t meet Obi-Wan’s gaze, but he caught the edge of his smile, so full of a love that neither of them had admitted to, and knew that whatever happened, they would be together. 

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