#Sith!Obi Wan x female reader

[mysticalgalaxysalad]

So I'm thinking more Sith!Obi-Wan thots 😈😍

Suppose it's your first time as his date to some fancy Imperial gala. He's delighted to show you off, and of course, dance with you. Maybe dancing gets him in the mood for other intimate embraces, and you find yourself being tugged into a nearby coat room/closet for a secret tryst.

Ohohooo, yes, bestie 😏❤️

Imperial Love

Ship: Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader

Summary: Sith Lord Kenobi invited you for a gala evening and things get heated after first round of dancing.

Rating: explicit smut, 18+, minors don't interact

Warnings: vaginal fingering, pussy licking, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, pussy drunk Lord Kenobi deserves his own warning 😏, squirting

It all started with a single package with a fancy sticker. For my love.

You sigh and smile, knowing who sent it, even if it wasn't signed. Lord Kenobi had an exquisite taste for beautiful things. So when you opened it, and found beautiful, long, high slit, dark blue dress with little diamonds, that look like starry night sky, you were not surprised, although your eyes widened with adoration. The dress hugged your figure so well, enhanicng every curve, cleveage being deep just enough to tease.

You couldn't stop at yourself in the mirror, feeling so pretty. You finished your makeup and hair and eventually it was time to meet with Lord Kenobi.

Obi Wan already waited before your room. His golden-red eyes widened at the sight of you, lips parting in admiration and awe. His possesive side tells him to fuck all Imperials and their galas and to destroy you right now at your bed, but this evening was somehow important, to his annoyance. Obi Wan watches you with hungry eyes, making you blush and your stomach flutters. You smile at him, watching him kissing your hand like a gentleman he is.

"Sith hells, you look incredibly gorgeous, my sweetheart," he pulls you for a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, you look breathless and panting. Absolutely delicious. And only his.

"Shall we go, love?" You nod and Obi Wan leads you to the gala event. You both look so good and everyone turns to you, admiring how you look together. Sith Lord proudly shows you off, but his hand never leaves your side.

You both have a great time and dancing round already started. Lord Kenobi pulls you closer to him, as you dance, his hands slowly roam over your body. You can't stop looking at him, biting your lips in attempt to muffle your moans, and when your ass grinds against him slightly, Obi Wan can't handle it anymore.

"Fucking hell, girl, you drive me crazy," he growls and leads you away to nearest empty room. He locks it behind you and in the second is on you, kissing you so passionately, leaving you breathless and needy for him.

"Mhmmm, my Sith Lord, please, fuck me already," you moan, rubbing your thighs together, as his mouth cover your neck in hickeys and love bites. Obi Wan groans, his rock hard cock twitches at your words. He slides hand between your legs, finding you soaked with arousal. He smiles.

"How can I say no to such a good girl? You are my good girl, only mine," he praises you, rubbing circles on your clit, before sliding two fingers into your pussy. You whimper his name, holding onto him for dear life, as he starts such a pace, that has you keening and panting for your Sith Lord. It doesn't take you long to cum hard on his fingers. Obi Wan watches you, as he licks his fingers clean and kneels before you.

"Good fucking girl, deserve a reward," he winks at you and throws your leg over his shoulder, his hands and the Force keeps you in place, as he latches his mouth on you. You moan loudly, hot pleasure flowing your veins, warmth spreads from your lower abdomen to your other parts. Obi Wan eats you out with vigor, like a man starving. His eyes eventually close and he actually moans, feeling your walls flutter around his tongue.

"A-Hhhh, ahhh, Obi Wan, mmghhnn, I'm- fuckinghellshitrightthere- gonna-"

"Cum for me, my dear, let me taste you, give it to me all," Obi Wan purrs and you climax again, grinding hips needily into his mouth. He laps at your juices, dripping down his chin. When you come down from your high, a sight for gods awaits you. Sith Lord Kenobi kneeling before you, his lower face drenched in your release, panting and moaning with eyes still closed.

Eventually he gets up and kisses you again, you can taste yourself on him. He picks you up, letting you wrap legs around his waist, as he frees his painfully hard cock, already leaking precum, and rubs it against you, making you whine.

"My pretty woman, I'd do anything for you," he whispers and slips inside you. You both moan in unison, he lets out string of curses, as he desperately tries not to cum right now, feeling your pussy tighten around him.

"Ah, fuck, so tight- so good sweetheart-"

"F-fuck yes, Obi, right there, fuck- don't stop, please- ahhh-"

Your needy groans of pleasure echo in the room. Lord Kenobi angles hips, slamming into your sweet spot only he can hit, and you keen, eyes rolling into your skull. Obi Wan curses again and fucks you faster, harder against the wall. He doesn't give a shit, who hears you, the only thing that matters right now, is your pussy clenching around his cock. He's lost in your pleasure, totally lost in the sauce.

"Ahhh, fuck- Obi Wan- ahh-"

Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, hard and unexpected, you can feel warm liquid soaking Obi's lower abdomen and at the same time he spills inside you with a growl of your name, some of his cum drip down your thighs. He thrusts few more times, before stilling completely, holding you in his arms and kissing you softly, leaning his forehead against yours.

After few minutes, when you both calmed down, he slides out of you. Your legs feel like a jello, when you try to stand, your knees buckle and Obi catches you, before you can fall. He smirks at you.

"Ready to come home, love? I am not done with you yet."

#Sith!Obi Wan x reader #Sith!Obi Wan x female reader #Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader #Smut #Sith!Obi Wan smut #Sith!Obi Wan x reader smut #Thots #I hope you will like this bestie #😏❤️ #Sith!Obi Wan Kenobi #Lord Kenobi

[weixuldo]

No Attachments pt 2

Jedi! Anakin x F/Dancer!Reader

a/n: so idk y this story appealed so much to me, but I just wanted to write pining casue I haven't done that in a while... I hope you all enjoy the second part of this mini series :)

Slight NSFW

Anakin’s growing interest doesn’t go unnoticed

Warnings: cursing, anakin is a little bit of a perv, exhibitionism, voyurism, horny thoughts, cursing, fantasies, masturbation, cannon typical violence, mentions of sexual harassment

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The colorful lights of the club shone perfectly against your skin as you enchanted the audience- you made sure to dress up extra nice tonight though because your little jedi was in attendance. 

The duo had been coming in every few days for the past couple of weeks to monitor the areas, get new information, and to search for any dodgy characters.

Once you realized they would only be here on certain days, you decided to switch up your outfit cycle and routines; you said you wanted the younger of the two and you knew just how to get him. 

Today was a normal day- the pair walked in and greeted your manager and the other employees; of course the younger, whom you learned was named “Anakin”, came up to greet you with a nervous smile.

Even after meeting several times, he just couldn’t seem to get a hold of himself when you were in his vicinity. 

You noticed his lingering eyes as you weaved your way through the crowds each night, his sweaty palm when he shook your hand after a check-in (he noticed his perspiration and began offering his gloved hand instead).

The way he’d bashfully look away once you locked eyes with him- he was totally smitten. 

The times he chose to “check-in” also didn't go unnoticed; he always pulled you aside right after a performance or right after you switched outfits (he really just wanted an excuse to gaze upon you for just a moment longer). 

Little did you know that you were always on his mind- when he left the entertainment district and went back to the temple, no matter how hard he tried, you just simply would not leave his thoughts. Your perfect body haunted him as he would try to resist his natural urges. 

He was better than this and he knew it! So why couldn't he stop himself from imagining you, spread out on his bed at the temple in one of your little outfits, beckoning him with hooded eyes. 

“Anakin” you would call in a sultry tone, drawing him in. 

He’d ravage your body with hungry kisses and pull at the perfectly fit clothing stuck to your body.

How many nights had he stayed awake with the company of his own hand, just imagining you around him?

He’d watched every one of your shows- he had seen your hips, how flexible you were, how calculated you were… he needed you to himself.

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You finished your main dance for the night and had a few private sessions lined up for some very eager patrons. You didn’t mind doing the private dances, it brought in good money- but they could be… uncomfortable sometimes. 

The lace of your newest lingerie set brushed your thighs as you pulled it up; the first patron was a regular whom you really did not like- he was rude, touchy, and would often try to convince you to do things above your pay-grade…lovely way to start the night. 

The dim hallway was lined with what looked like velvet and rhinestones, an obvious reminder of what you were here to do. 

At the end of the hall were your assigned private booths, your patron was already waiting in there- you could feel the sleazy aura from behind the door. With a sigh you fixed a fake smile onto your face and strided for the door. 

You prepared to knock but you felt a demanding presence behind you

Anakin. 

Your perfectly painted lips curled into a smile and you gently nibbled on your lower lip before turning around. He stood a few feet from you, back straitened, arms crossed, and legs holding a domineering stance. 

“Well look who it is, what can I do you for? Oops! I mean do for you” you teased with a confident smirk. 

The jedi’s scarred eye twitched before he unfurled his arms and strode towards you, “need to do a check-in” he said bluntly before looking down at the floor (so cute). 

“I’ve got a dance I gotta do first- can it wait for a minu-”

“No, tell that pervert he can get another dancer to straddle his lap- you’re occupied” he stated; his demanding tone sent shivers up your spine. 

Funny he thought the people who pay to see you were creeps when he does the same things for free… just the other day you heard him stroking himself in the employee refresher; the fast plaps of his dick sliding through his strong hands, his concealed groans, and breathy pants… you heard it all- and you knew exactly why he felt the need to do that while he was on shift. Quite hypocritical of him. 

“Pervert, huh? Well I happen to need these pervs to come in and request dances so I can pay my bills” you said back to the man standing in front of you. 

He stepped forward and pulled out a small device from his utility belt and fiddled with the controls, you stood on your tippy toes to peek at what he was doing. Once he was done he turned the screen towards you and impatiently muttered, “there, now may we proceed with the check-in?” .

The small device showed your banking account and a slip for a transfer of 3500 credits- holy shit!

“Anakin, what?” you said in shock. 

“Now you don’t have to complain about losing money from that man” he said blankly before guiding you back to your dressing room. 

You knew the Jedi temple had a stash of funds, but that was just crazy! 3500 credits to skip one dance! 

As he guided you Anakin mulled over what to discuss with you in the room- he had just “checked in'' earlier today and both of you knew there wasn’t anything that went on in between then and now.

To be honest, he just didn’t want you going in there and dancing for someone… he didn’t like the idea of you doing that for anyone in private (unless it was him). 

Once you reached your room, you sat comfortably on your sofa and he took the seat adjacent to you. He was about to speak when a pile of your fabric began to move- Anakin’s senses heightened and he was ready to attack anything that came out. 

“Nechaska, my sweet girl! C'mere '' you smiled calling for your fluffy loth cat. 

She hurried to your side and hopped into your lap with a content purr. Anakin scoffed at the cat, a little embarrassed it startled him so much. 

“Nechaska?” he questioned, “you speak Huttese?”.

“Tagwa, um u jedai?” you responded with a smile.

“Tagwa mee'm tuta tatooine” he said, calling out his home planet. 

“Very nice- I like your accent” you smiled at his blushing face. 

“And I like your kitty” he smirked, pointing as Nachaska growled at the strange man in front of her, though both of you knew which kitty he was referring to. 

“You like my kitty? Wanna play with her” you flirted back with a laugh before coaxing the ball of fluff in your lap to back down. 

Yes I would, Anakin thought to himself before he strode closer and squatted down slowly so that he was eye height with the loth cat in your pretty lap. 

“Nene” you cooed, using her nickname, “It’s ok baby, he’s not gonna hurt you”. 

Anakin slowly extended his gloved hand but the cat swatted it away; she hissed once more before sinking her claws into his glove. Your eyes widened at her peculiar behavior before you pulled her away. 

“Nechaska! Bad girl- we don’t claw people! Are you alright Anakin?” you asked worriedly.

Anakin’s eyes were trained on your cleavage as your robe slid off your shoulder as you calmed your cat down and it didn’t help when you called his name so breathlessly (it made his dick stir). 

“Oh yea, i’m good” he said, snapping out of his trance. 

“She has really sharp claws, are you sure you’re ok?” you asked again. 

“Yea, don’t worry about it doll, can't feel it anyways” he laughed. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

He shrugged and began to take his glove off; you had never seen him without it. As it slid down his arm the fabric and skin was replaced by cool metal- a prosthetic! Did he lose it in battle-

“See, not a scratch- you don't have to worry about me” he said before reaching to pet your cat with his flesh hand, “She probably could tell it was metal- I’ve found that animals prefer the real thing” he smiled as she nuzzled her face against his large hand.

His large, strong, veiny hand. The tendons pulled as he maneuvered his fingers around Nene’s soft coat. His long fingers looked a little too appealing; wonder what would they feel like inside of-

“You’ve got a really nice pussy here” he said with a smirk, still looking at the cat (and not you). 

“Yea, she’s really sweet” you said before pulling her from his reach, “Now what did you need to talk to me about?” you said impatiently. 

He looked down with a smile and shook his head; he could tell you were jealous of the attention he was giving your pet- it was cute.

“Just wanted to ask if you had any more info or if you’d overheard anything lately?” he said as he took his normal seat on the velvety couch adjacent to your vanity. 

“Ani- what would I have heard? I’ve been on stage all night” you sighed; you didn't even realize you had shortened the Jedi’s name (it was a habit for you to give everyone nicknames, especially since you’d been in this business to long- people loved a good pet name). 

“What did you just call me?” the Jedi asked, placing his elbows firmly on his knees and leaning forward. 

He seemed displeased; you inhaled sharply. 

“Sorry, ‘ts a habit- I just shortened names a lot, I didn’t mean to offend you” you sputtered out as you subconsciously held Nene closer to your chest; her purrs against your chest gave you comfort. 

What you didn’t know was Anakin had to slide forward because his dick perked up at the name; he called you into this meeting so he couldn’t just leave now- but he also didn’t want you seeing his obvious hard-on.

…Especially just from his name. 

“It’s alright-” he said deeply. 

“I won’t call you that again, My apol-”

“No!” he half shouted, half pleaded; he cleared his throat and shook his head, “no, you’re good, sweetheart”. 

Sweetheart…

You almost had to suppress a moan as you clenched your thighs together. Anakin observed you and tried to analyze what was going through your mind- was the name too much?

Sure you were a flirty person but he could never tell if you actually meant it or if it was just your work persona. Either way, sometimes he just had to take a risk. 

“Well then, Ani… What other knowledge can I offer you?” you batted your lashes finally gaining your footing again. 

Before he could answer there was a familiar knock on your door, “Hey Z! C’mon in” you said standing. 

Your boss walked in somberly with Obi-Wan and another dancer, “Excuse the interruption my dear, but a new development has just arisen in the case”.

“Anakin, we need to talk to this young woman, now” the bearded man beckoned. 

“Would you be ok to do another dance tonight? Since Rini needs to be spoken to…” Z asked anxiously, his pale blue hands wringing around his robes. 

“Of course, Z” you said as the jedi and your coworker left the room. 

“What’s going on?” you asked worriedly once the door was closed. 

The tall twi’lek shook his head and you ran to his side as he buried his face in his hands. 

“Tarkir was found in the back alley, disarmed and severely injured” he explained and you allowed your Nene to sit in his lap. 

Takir was a Togruta who was a few years older than you who worked as head of security at the club. You and him didn’ talk much but there was a general sense of comradery among the club’s employees.

But you did know that he and Z had been together since you had worked at the establishment (which was years…). 

“Maker?! Where is he now? Is he going to be alright?” you asked, placing a comforting hand on Z’s back. 

“He’s been taken to a med center but I’m not sure if he’ll pull through…” Z sniffled.

“I'm so sorry Z- Is there anything I can do?” 

He shook his head, “No, but thank you dear… But Rini-”

“What about Rini?”

His fingers ran through your cat’s fur as he calmed himself (you’d never seen him so vulnerable). 

“She- She has been involved with the crimes… and the patron- Nevermind, I’m sure the Jedi will fill you in” he wiped at the tears forming in his eyes. 

“No- I need to know that you’ll be ok, I don’t want to leave you like this Z” you said as you placed your hands on his shoulders. 

He shook his head, “I’m fine- What would help me the most is if you would perform Rini’s number since she’s probably going to be arrested in a few hours” he attempted to joke and you nodded. 

“Alright” 

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That night was the last time you saw the jedi pair; with the case solved, there was no reason for them to stick around.

The whole club had kinda gotten used to seeing them; honestly kind of a shame they wouldn’t be around anymore. 

Months went by and people moved on, but you couldn't remove Anakin from your mind- you really did start to like him… But it was relieving to know the immediate danger was gone. 

You still weren't really sure what actually occurred, but you did know that Rini was taken to the jedi temple and promptly replaced. Z hired a new head of security and spent more time at home caring for his lover and less time at the club. 

Things had definitely changed- for the first time in years you were not enjoying your work anymore. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why but you had begun searching for other jobs.

Sure the crimes had been absolved but something about the place just felt unsafe- especially since Z wasn’t there to manage it full time anymore. 

Tonight was the same as always, you got ready, warmed up, and headed backstage to wait for your cues. Recently your dancing had been lackluster- of course the patrons still enjoyed the show, but your heart just wasn't in it anymore. 

The presenter announced your oh-so familiar stage name and you strutted onstage. The LED lights of the club flashed as your song began. Without much effort you strutted down the stage to the silver pole and completed a full carousel swivel before landing in a split. The crowd cheered as you maneuvered your legs into a new position.

There were more patrons than usual tonight; was there a holiday you weren’t aware of? You scanned the crowd to get a feel of what kind of people you would be entertaining here tonight- they seemed kind of rowdy.

You almost missed your next move when your eyes landed on a familiar face; those piercing blue eyes, that scar- Anakin.

As you continued your performance, he watched intently, eyes never leaving your form. He really wasn’t supposed to be here but it had been too long since he saw you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remove your enchantment from his mind. 

Night after night, he dreamed only of you; some nights he woke to stained boxer shorts, others, he had to rut his hips into his mattress to suppress his desire. 

Finally, today he was able to slip away from the temple to take some much needed personal time; Obi-Wan had asked him what his plan was and he explained he needed to go into the city to look at new parts for his arm.

Obviously that was a lie, because Anakin had just repaired it about a week ago, but Anakin had a feeling Obi-Wan already knew what he was doing. 

He donned civilian clothes and headed into the heart of the bustling city, ready to see you again. 

And here you were, dancing across the stage- how he missed the colored lights across your soft skin; he needed to speak with you. Your song finished and he practically ran to the teller to set up a private meeting. 

Forcefully he slammed his credits down on the counter and spoke, “I want to request room 3 with the last dancer that was on”.

“Oh, she is our highest rated dancer, her fees are very-” the woman said cautiously. 

“I’m aware, I’ll pay whatever I need to have an audience with her” Anakin spoke formally, making a few patrons laugh at his vernacular. 

“Alright” the woman replied skeptically, preparing to jot his name down. 

“Tell her it's Anakin,” he said before the woman handed him the shiny golden key to the room at the end of the hall. 

He entered the familiar room and sat with a nervous sigh- he was finally going to ask what he had been wanting to for months. 

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You let your hair down from the tight updo it was in as someone knocked on your door. 

“Come in!” you said with a sigh; you really just wanted this night to be over. 

The desk attendant walked in with a notepad and started reading off the private dances you had scheduled tonight. 

“- Anakin” 

You stopped what you were doing and turned towards her. 

“Anakin?” you confirmed. 

“Yes, he's a taller guy with a scar over his-” she began.

“Clear my schedule for the rest of the night- I’m only seeing him” you said as you hastily searched for your best outfit (an elegant dress that wasn't too revealing). 

“B-but y/n, what about the other-”

“Tell them I have been fully booked or tell them that my availability has changed, ‘t doesn't really matter to me” you said, touching up your lipgloss. 

She nodded before heading for the door, “He’s in room 3”. 

Room 3… you took a deep breath as you made your way down the velvety hallway.

Everything's gonna be fine- just be confident as always.

With a tremor in your hand you reached for the door.

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a/n: soo yea sorry abt all of the new characters but i wanted to make this story realistic lolll- idk y but perv ani has been on my mind 😩

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[firstofficerwiggles]

Merry Sithmas!

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x female reader

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Word Count: ~3600

Warnings: SMUT! Pouty/slightly angsty Sith Obi Wan, oral (f receiving), P in V sex

Author’s note: This is a Christmas gift to my dear friend and fellow Sith Obi-Wan devotee @mysticalgalaxysalad Our beloved Lord Kenobi is a bit softer in this, chalk it up to the holiday spirit, but rest assured he is still a naughty Sith. I hope you enjoy and I hope you all have a great holiday season!

Another miserable Life Day season, Lord Kenobi thinks to himself as he nurses his hangover with the cup of hot tea you’ve just brought him. There have been far too many parties, galas, and to-dos that he has been obliged to attend all in the spirit of the holiday season. Usually, he enjoys parties, he enjoys drinking, flirting, and finding some lucky person to warm his bed for the night. But Life Day makes him feel lonely. It reminds him of what he doesn’t have, no one who truly loves him, no family that looks up to him with pride, and therefore no real reason for celebrating a day of happiness and joy. 

He sips his tea, it’s perfect with just the right amount of sugar and milk. You are so sweet to him, the perfect assistant. He doesn’t deserve you. You should run from him, especially if you knew the depraved thoughts he has about you. He’s never acted on them, but he has indulged in thinking about you, imagining how he’d like to strip off your uniform and sink between your soft thighs, maybe bend you over his desk, or pull you into his lap right here in his office. He shifts in his seat, his pants are starting to feel tight, and he can’t have that right now. It’s the last day before everyone leaves for the holiday and there is work to be done. Yes, enjoy the last day of work before you’re alone for two whole weeks. He sighs. No pretty assistant to bring me tea with a smile. 

You sit out at your desk worrying about your boss. Lord Kenobi definitely seemed to be in a poor mood this morning. You’ve done what you can by running off people who can absolutely wait to bother him in the new year and making him his tea just as he likes it. There’s really no reason to fuss over him, he probably doesn’t even notice how much you tend to do that anyway. It’s been almost a year working for him and in all that time your crush on him has only grown. It’s silly; you know you’re not supposed to fraternize with your superiors, but he’s so handsome and charming. He treats you with such respect and kindness. How could you not be a little enamored of him? 

You look back at his office and decide he needs a scone too. You quietly bring him one with a soft smile. He looks up at you with grateful eyes,

“You always seem to know exactly what I need,” he comments, “It’s as if you’re the Force sensitive one.”

You laugh lightly, “I just know what you like.”

He gives you that little half-smile of his, “I have a feeling you do,” he murmurs softly.

You smile at him once more, biting your tongue before saying something flirtatious and entirely inappropriate. You turn and scurry back to your desk.

The day passes rather quickly after that, you both have plenty of work to do, getting all the final tasks completed for the year. As you’re getting ready to go, you head back into Lord Kenobi’s office. You stand there in front of him with a box wrapped in shiny red paper and a golden bow.

“Happy Life Day, sir!” you announce, holding out the gift to him.

“You bought me a gift?” he asks, he’s surprised you would think to do that. 

“Well, you bought me one,” you remind him. He had given all of his subordinates gift cards during the office holiday party. You knew because you had arranged for all of them.

“I don’t know if that counts since I made you get it for yourself,” he says, sheepishly. He really should have bought you something himself.

“Sure it counts, I didn’t use my money,” you tell him with a smirk, “Please, open your gift.”

He takes the box from your hand; his fingers brush yours for just a moment, sending sparks up your arm. He almost seems to linger at your touch and then he gently places the box on his desk. He carefully unwraps it and lifts the lid to reveal a pair of soft leather gloves with a cashmere lining. 

“These are lovely,” he exclaims, pulling them on. They fit perfectly because of course you know exactly what size to buy him.

“You’ve mentioned several times how you hate the cold,” you say with a smile, “I thought maybe you could do with some nice gloves.”

“That was very thoughtful, thank you very much,” he replies. He is very touched by your kind gift. It fills him with a sense of warmth that you took the time to get him a present that you knew he would appreciate. Then he feels guilty again, he should have done this for you.

“Wear them in good health, sir,” you tell him, beaming at him. You’re thrilled he seems to like your gift. 

“What are you doing for the holidays, my dear?” he asks, curious about your private life. He’d be foolish not to expect that you have some man desperate for your attention, waiting for you to be with him.

“Oh nothing very exciting, I’m just going to enjoy my time at home, maybe see some friends. My big plans for tonight are take-out and a cheesy holiday holofilm,” you explain with a bit of a shrug.

“Sounds cozy,” he remarks, and because he can’t help himself, “No boyfriend coming round to see you?”

Your face flames at his question and you stammer an answer, “N-no, no boyfriend.”

“Hmm,” is all he says in response.

You stand there awkwardly, not sure what else to say to him, until finally you figure you should get out of his hair, “Well, sir, if that’s all, I’ll be going now, I hope you have a good night and a wonderful holiday!”

“Oh, well, yes, good night, and have a lovely holiday,” Obi-Wan says. He desperately wants you to stay or to invite you out with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t. 

You give him a little wave and then leave. His office seems colder as soon as you leave. Obi-Wan sits there, staring at his new gloves and feeling sorry for himself. A buzzing on his comm finally breaks him out of his trance-like state. Merry Life Day again, sir! Thank you for a wonderful year! That’s it, he’s not letting this Life Day misery continue. He is Lord Kenobi, a powerful Sith of the Galactic Empire. He doesn’t have to put up with this type of pitiful wallowing. He is going to get what he wants, just as he always does.

The sound of your doorbell surprises you, you haven’t even ordered your take-out yet, choosing instead to take a hot bath after work. You look down at your pj’s and decide that whoever is stopping by now is going to have to see you like this. You look through your peephole and nearly have a heart attack.

“Lord Kenobi!” You exclaim, opening your door in surprise.

“Hello, my dear,” he says all smiles. His hands, neatly encased in his new gloves, are full of bags. “May I come in?”

“Of- of course, here let me help you,” you say, still so startled by his arrival. You try to reach for one of the bags but he shakes his head, and simply heads for the little table in your dining area. 

You stare at him as he arranges the bags. What could he possibly be doing here?

“I hope you didn’t order dinner yet, because I took the liberty of bringing us some delicious food,” he holds up one bag emblazoned with the logo of his favorite restaurant, one you’d kill to eat at but never could afford. 

“You brought dinner?” you ask, your voice sounding faint with surprise.

“Yes, I thought it would be nice to spend time together, and buying you dinner is the least I could do,” he says with a charming smile.

“What are the other bags?” you wonder, curiously. 

“These are your real Life Day gifts,” Obi-Wan announces proudly, “You deserve better than just a gift card.” 

Obi-Wan is very much enjoying how utterly surprised you are. Plus getting to see you here in your own cozy little home is a nice bonus. He looks over your cute pajamas with your face washed clean, and he decides you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. He pulls out a chair for you.

“Please sit, darling, I can take care of everything,” he encourages you. 

He goes to your kitchen first and finds two wine glasses and a wine opener. He comes back and reveals a fancy bottle of wine from the dinner bag. He pours you both a glass, and encourages you to try it.

“It’s wonderful,” you tell him, “I- I just can’t believe you’re here right now with all of this.”

He sips his own wine and begins taking out the food containers.

“Well, after your lovely gift, I kept thinking about how wonderful you’ve been to me all year, and how I wanted to show you my true appreciation,” he explains, going with the safer reason first. Then he gives you a little smirk and a wink, “Also, I hate to eat dinner alone.”

That makes you laugh, and you feel more comfortable. You take another sip of the delicious wine and relax a bit. Obi-Wan makes you try all of the different food he bought, insisting on sharing with you. It is scrumptious and you swear you’ve never had anything better. He gets more pleasure from seeing you enjoy it so much than he does from actually eating it. After he clears away the last crumbs of a decadent dessert, he pulls out your presents.

“You even wrapped them,” you marvel. There are three nicely wrapped gifts.

“Well, I had the store wrap them,” he admits sheepishly. He pushes the first one towards you, “Go ahead, open them.”

The first one you open is a heated mug warmer for your desk.

“I notice you often have to reheat your tea because you get too busy to drink it while it’s hot,” he remarks.

The second gift is a brand new data pad, a model you didn’t even know had been released yet. He even got you a protective case in your favorite color. 

“Your old one has a crack in the screen,” he comments.

The third present is in a much smaller box, but you can see he saved the best for last. Inside is a beautiful pendant with a sparkling red gemstone on a delicate chain, it’s elegant and stylish. 

“Oh, Lord Kenobi, this is lovely, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” you marvel at the necklace.

“It’s a kyber crystal pendant,” he explains, “Like the type of crystal in my lightsaber.”

“It’s too much,” you say, “This must have cost a fortune.”

He chuckles at that and reaches to remove the necklace from the box.

“Let me put it on you,” he offers.

He drapes the necklace around your neck, his fingers gently brushing your skin as he fastens the clasp. He seems to linger there for a moment. You turn to face him and you’re standing so close to him. In a soft voice you ask him,

“How does it look?”

“Absolutely stunning,” he replies, but he hardly glances at the necklace, he’s too wrapped up in your gorgeous eyes. 

For just a moment, he leans closer to you, his eyes flick down to look at your lips. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Your traitorous body sways toward him. It’s all the encouragement he needs, and he swoops down to capture your mouth with his. His kiss is passionate and thorough. He kisses you as if he means to conquer you and you are very happy to let him. 

“Do you know how stupidly happy I was to hear that you didn’t have a boyfriend?” he asks between breathless kisses.

“You were?” you still can’t believe any of this is real.

“Now you can be all mine for the holidays,” he replies, trailing kisses down your neck until he finds that spot that makes you moan. 

“Is that what you want?” The question sounds a bit silly to your ears, especially as his hand has somehow found its way inside your pajama top, but it’s almost as if you need to hear him say it.

“It’s all I ever wanted,” he says simply. He’s so sincere in that moment, his eyes soft, showing another side of him from the haughty Sith Lord you know. 

You place a hand on his cheek, feeling the soft hair of his beard tickling your palm, and tell him, “It’s what I want too.”

He flashes a bright smile at you, happy but naughty too, “Well then, stop distracting me, darling and let me give you more gifts.”

His hands slip under your pajama top again, coming up to cup your tits and work your nipples into even harder little points of pleasure. He kisses you again, his tongue plundering your mouth and claiming you for his own. He only breaks the kiss to ask you where your bedroom is and then he drags you there between heated kisses to your mouth and neck. By the time you realize he’s got you on the bed, you feel dizzy with excitement. Obi-Wan works your top off, his golden eyes glowing with lust as he stares at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes, “Do you know I’ve dreamed of seeing these gorgeous breasts? Reality is even better than my imagination.”

“I had no idea you thought of me that way,” you admit, your words coming out between soft moans as he caresses your soft skin. 

“That one time you were warm in the office, and you unbuttoned your blouse just enough for me to see your cleavage… mmmm,” his words dissolve in to a moan, “I came so hard thinking about you that night.”

He drops his head to kiss and suck your nipples. His tongue circles each one carefully and then licks over the hard peaks before drawing them into his hot mouth. He hears you moaning and loves the sound. You arch your back into him, pushing your tits up into his mouth and hands, and he is happy to give you more of his touch.

“I- I think about you too… like that,” you admit to him.

He looks up at you with that naughty smirk of his, “Do you? And do you touch yourself when you think of me like that?” His fingers trail down your body making a path to your waistband. When he gets there he glides his hand underneath, seeking your sensitive pussy.

“I have yes,” you confess, your cheeks are burning as his hand finds how incredibly wet you already are for him.

“And what was I doing in these thoughts of yours?” He asks as his tongue licks at your breasts again before traveling lower.

“You- you were…” you can’t seem to make the words come out.

Obi-Wan runs his fingers through your wetness, finding your clit and circling it lazily. “You know, if you tell me, I’ll do it,” he prompts you. He’s slowly moving down the bed. He reaches your hips and pushes your pajama pants and panties down and off you until he has an excellent view of your most intimate parts.

“You were eating me out,” you say in a rush, shocked by your own daring. 

“Good, I like to think about that too,” he replies with a saucy wink. Then without warning he plunges his tongue deep inside you.

“Lord Kenoooobiiiiii,” you cry out for him, as he devours you like a starving man. His beard tickles your inner thighs as he licks long strokes from the bottom to the top of you. His tongue moves to lick your clit and then he sucks it hard into his mouth. You can’t seem to keep still, your hips buck up at his mouth until he uses the Force to hold you in place. Obi-Wan gets his fingers involved too, pushing two of them inside you and curling them upward. He’s rewarded with a high-pitched moan from you.

“Maker, yes, you’re so good at this, so gooood,” you praise him as he drives your pleasure higher and higher until it crests and the wave of bliss crashes over you. You shudder and mewl for him, feeling euphoric from the incredible sensations he’s given you. 

“Darling, you are a real treasure, letting me enjoy you so much,” Obi-Wan tells you as he gently kisses his way back up your body. 

“I think I’m the one getting most of the enjoyment,” you giggle and pull him in for a passionate kiss. 

“Mmm, that’s debatable,” he murmurs before he kisses you again, ardently.

You can feel him hard against your hip and you reach down to stroke his cock. Obi-Wan moans softly for you and then rolls over on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his hips to have him closer. He grinds against your wetness, slicking himself up well.

“Ready for more enjoyment?” He asks with a naughty smirk.

“Yes, please,” you reply, lifting your hips a little higher to encourage him.

He thrusts inside you slowly, he wants to feel every little part of you, to enjoy this first time of making you his lover.

“Ahhh, you’re big, L-Lord Kenobi,” you breathe out. He’s stretching you so well. It has been a while for you and you appreciate that he’s not in a rush.

“Call me Obi-Wan, darling,” he tells you. His voice sounds more affectionate. There is that softness again that you weren’t expecting.

“Obi-Wan, you feel so good,” you tell him, repeating his name. 

Obi-Wan smiles at you and finds your lips again. His kiss is more sensual this time, his tongue dances with yours. It feels more intimate and less demanding than his first kisses. He begins to move his hips more, pulling out of you almost all the way before gliding back in so deep. He does this for a while, nice languid strokes, letting both of you learn the other. When he feels your hands running up his arms and over his back, he moans his approval. So often his sexual encounters are a bit cold and detached, merely a means to get off as quickly as possible. But with you, there is that sweet connection that he craves. You mean more to him and he wants, no, he needs your touch.

“Yes, sweetheart, love the way you touch me, such beautiful hands,” he tells you. He looks down at you, his eyes finding yours and you gasp at the depth of emotion you can see there. Your hands smooth over his skin more, sweeping down over his shoulders and onto his chest. The delighted sounds he makes are music to your ears.

You grip his hips tighter with your legs and it encourages him to go faster. He rolls his hips as he moves, the head of his cock hitting that magical spot that makes you even wetter for him. You try to tell him how incredible he’s making you feel but all you can manage are moans and cries of his name. 

He presses himself closer to you, his chest rubs against yours now and he buries his face in your neck. Your arms wrap around him tight, holding him there. He can feel that you’re getting close, he can sense it through the Force. He whispers in your ear,

“Cum for me, darling, cum hard and I’ll fill you so well.”

“Obi-Waaaan,” you wail his name and clench around him. Sparks of pleasure run through your whole body and you shiver in his arms as your climax hits you. It’s even better than before, more powerful and you swear you can feel it in every pore of your being. 

Obi-Wan manages a few more hard thrusts before he can’t hold it in any longer. He pushes in as deep as he can get and floods your pussy with his cum. He moans your name and presses his body into yours. He takes your mouth again in a tender kiss as he stays inside you, not wanting to be apart just yet.

You catch your breath, your hands caressing him again, moving up to his cheeks. When he finally pulls away from kissing you, you smile at him

“Now that was a fantastic present.”

He chuckles happily in response, “Indeed it was, consider my birthday gift picked out.”

You giggle at that and he kisses you again, cuddling you to him as he gets even more comfortable in your bed.

A few days later, you’re in Obi-Wan’s posh penthouse sitting in front of his fireplace, a glass of ridiculously expensive wine in your hand. Your Sith lover is snuggled up next to you. It’s been a lovely Life Day, full of sweet surprises, laughter, and romance. Obi-Wan has made you feel like one of those girls from a holiday holofilm. 

“It’s been such a wonderful holiday, I love this time of year,” you say, admiring the pretty decorations you helped him hang just days earlier.

“I never used to like this time of year,” Obi-Wan murmurs, “Before now, I didn’t have good memories of Life Day.”

“But now you do?” you ask hopefully.

“I do,” he confirms and then smiles at you so brightly, “I think that is the best gift you’ve given me.”

“I hope I can give you the same gift next year,” you tell him.

“I hope you will too,” he replies as he pulls you in for a sweet, romantic kiss.

Thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this fic. Happy Holidays to you all!

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[cluelessgurl]

One shot

A/N: This is literally something random that popped in my head lmao so here it is. Also if there are any grammar mistakes please let me know :)

Pairing: Vader X Female Reader

Summary: A mysterious sith reader follows the orders of her master to collect Vader from his failure at Mustafar.

Warnings: Descriptions of pain, burning, overall angst.

Vader laid there helplessly as his every inch of his body seared and charred, a pain that he knew would haunt him all his life if he somehow survived this. He felt weak, not only physically as he utilized his newly developed powers of the dark side to keep his now unfathomably pained body alive, but also mentally. He felt ashamed that he had been so vulnerable, left to rot and burn as though he were an old letter that held no more sentiment by the man he had once regarded his father.. his brother. He felt weak. Although his anger had reached a platform he could have never imagined, he felt weak. He had screamed and screamed until his throat had slowly eroded enough from the immense heat of the lava that he had no choice but to mute. He was left to sustain his life yet, he had no idea how much longer he could prevail, he felt no one was coming for him as he finally gave in and let his head fall to the scalding surface, letting out weary breathes.

Till he heard footsteps scurry, his initial thought was that Obi-wan had returned so save him, like he always had when they had be been brothers. But there was no sense of urgency in these footsteps. They seemed calculated, most importantly, it was not Obi-wan’s familiar presence in the force , but completely unknown to him. They approached closer and closer till they halted neatly to a safe distance. “Wh..who ar-are you” Vader muttered, yet again in a wretchedly weak manner. However, the stranger did not respond. Vader attempted to raise his head for his blurred eyes to see them yet he failed to do so. The stranger did not move , made no sound until they gently lifted using the force, wrapping around him until Vader shifted from the depths of fire to the ground Obi-Wan once held . Only then did they speak, with a conviction and depth Vader had not experienced before. “My master shall see you now” and when he heard those words he finally managed to lay his eyes on her. She stood there towering above his body, hands pinned behind her. She was dressed in black robes, a lightsaber clipped to her side as her dark hair cascaded down with a face that held no emotion. However Vader could not avoid her most prominent feature, her piercing yellow eyes of the sith. She emanated sheer strength, and power that he had never experienced before, he would have compared this power to himself if he had not been weak enough to end up in such an inferior position; pain was still striking his body from every part making him writhe in agony , she noticed this. With those same furiously yellow eyes looking down at him, she placed him on the med carrier, with no movement yet utilising the force when she abruptly turned around, hands yet pinned to her back and uttered no other words as she took him his fate.

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[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Dusk of Heroes

AN: I hope you're enjoying the fic so far. Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! The warnings for this chapter are mentions of manipulation, fighting, violence, and death.

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Catch up with chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here, and chapter 3 here!

Chapter 4

It would be an understatement to say that Obi-Wan Kenobi was not happy with recent events.  In fact, he was nearly seething with anger and frustration.  He and his former Master, Qui-Gon Jinn had been so close to neutralising Maul, the Sith Lord that three years ago had nearly killed the only father figure that Obi-Wan had ever known, when a gigantic wave had thoroughly doused him and Qui-Gon. 

Obi-Wan had no doubt that the wave would have been much more destructive if Qui-Gon hadn’t reacted as fast as he did and cocooned him and Obi-Wan in the Force.  Grudgingly Obi-Wan admitted that they were lucky that they were only doused with water and their lightsabers weren’t working.

Then they had noticed that Maul had escaped during the chaos.  The dark side reacted immediately to their emotions and amplified them.  Obi-Wan was certain that there had been another person on the bridge with him and Qui-Gon; he’d spent enough time on Earth to know that waves that large didn’t typically appear without any warning.  And since there hadn’t been any warning, Obi-Wan concluded that there had been another person on the bridge with them with the ability to manipulate the water.

This other person had to have felt Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s fury pressing down on them.  It wouldn’t have mattered whether the stranger was Force sensitive or not.  Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had just finished a telepathic conversation when they had turned around and Obi-Wan had once again sensed another presence on the bridge with them.

“We were so close to finding out the stranger’s identity!  But due to Fett’s appearance and Iron Man allying himself with the bounty hunter that didn’t happen.  Instead the ground cracked beneath us and we fell into the river.  I suppose I should be grateful that the Force slowed our fall.” Obi-Wan gnashed his teeth in frustration and disappointment spread through him as he continued on his path to a meeting with some American government officials.

In no time at all, Obi-Wan arrived at the meeting room.  Disinterestedly, he flicked his hand and the Force obeyed his silent command.  The door swung open and Obi-Wan allowed a glimmer of amusement to show on his face when he noticed the uneasy expressions on some of the officials’ faces at his display of power.

“Am I interrupting?” Obi-Wan asked smoothly.

“Not at all, Master Jedi.” General Ross replied, “We would welcome your insights.”

A smile appeared on Obi-Wan’s face and he knew it didn’t reach his eyes.  To the people that didn’t know Obi-Wan, they would believe that the smile was one of politeness.  However, to the people that knew Obi-Wan well, like Qui-Gon, they would have seen the mocking edge to the smile.

Originally, it hadn’t been the plan for Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to not reveal that they were no longer associated with the Jedi and were now following a different path but none of the government officials had actually asked them if they were Jedi Masters.  The officials had simply assumed that they were Jedi and continued to refer to them as such.

Obi-Wan nodded in thanks when another General gestured to an open seat next to her.  Just because Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were now following the path of the Sith, that didn’t mean that he neglected his manners.

He noticed her fixed gaze on him and with a bit of probing with the Force, he felt her attraction to him.  Obi-Wan eyed her for a long moment contemplatively before gazing at the pictures of the Avengers scattered on the table.  He recognised Iron Man, Captain America, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Spider-Man, and Thor.  A picture of an unfamiliar person caught his eye.

Obi-Wan leant across the table and tapped the picture, “Who is this?” He demanded.

“That is (Name) (Surname),” General Ross replied.  “She is also known as the Weather Witch and--.”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed and he sat back down in his chair, pulling the photo with him.  Now he knew who he and Qui-Gon had sensed on the bridge, “That information would have been helpful to know prior to this meeting, General,” Obi-Wan bit out coolly.

General Ross glared back at him, “The agreement was that you would be working alongside officials who know the Avengers and assisting them in capturing the fugitive Avengers.  Did you encounter her?”

Obi-Wan disregarded the general’s question and stood up.  He held up a finger, “Here’s a piece of advice for free,” Obi-Wan’s tone was amicable but his words were not, “and it applies to everyone present. In. This. Room.”  He enunciated the last three words carefully.

“If you want someone’s help, you supply them with all the information not dribs and drabs.”

“And what about you?” Ross thundered, slamming his palms onto the table with a thud that echoed around the room.  “You have not revealed anything about your abilities or life as a Jedi!  Are we supposed to accept that you know better and blindly follow your leadership?”

“You called us,” Obi-Wan reminded the irate man as he absorbed some of Ross’ anger.  Obi-Wan ensured that his hand remained on the photo of you as he called upon the Force again and a distorted scene appeared in Obi-Wan’s mind.  The former Jedi used the absorbed anger to sharpen the scene in order to view it.  After viewing the scene that the Force showed him, Obi-Wan blinked and stared at the still furious general.  The other guests’ eyes were darting between Obi-Wan and General Ross.  Obi-Wan could sense amusement, anticipation, curiosity, longing, and strangely boredom emanating from the assembled officials.

“Thank you for your time,” Obi-Wan said and without looking behind him, Obi-Wan swept out of the room.

“Did you learn anything interesting from the meeting Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon’s voice sounded in his head.

Throughout his apprenticeship, Obi-Wan had become accustomed to hearing Qui-Gon’s voice in his head and it had served them well during their missions together.  Prior to leaving the Jedi and following his Trials, Yoda had explained to them that due to the emotions and messages as well as the age of the bond, the two men would still be able to communicate telepathically.

Obi-Wan focused on his memories of what he had learnt during the meeting.  If his former Master noticed his reaction to the female general in the meeting, Qui-Gon didn’t mention it.  Instead, as Obi-Wan expected, Qui-Gon focused on the reveal of information about the Weather Witch.  Qui-Gon made no comment as he continued to watch the memories of the meeting.

“If we are to remain in the good graces of our hosts, I suggest that we find this Weather Witch as soon as possible.  Preferably before Darth Maul is able to locate her and begin the repayment of his debt.”  Qui-Gon stated.

“I agree,” Obi-Wan replied as he ran a hand over his beard.

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[vadersassistant]

Hiiii

wo dering if you could do an enemies to lover anakin imagine. kind of like friends to enemies to lovers or something like that and it ends in them making out o whatever you are comfortable with.

Anyways thank youuu

Denial One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

Summary: After venturing into a Sith Temple to try and find an edge on the current war, (Y/N) meets her enemy, Lord Vader, the man who killed her best friend and secret lover. He has been hunting both her and her alias down for months, following her across the galaxy, but little does she know, he has no plans to kill her. Takes place in the temple seen in the Star Wars Rebels season two finale. Reader was previously a Jedi and is in hiding due to order 66.

Warnings: Make out session

A/N: (Y/N) does not know Vader is Anakin, and Vader does not know (Y/N) is the Fugitive he has been searching for. This is once again a mix of suited Vader and nightfall Vader. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.

The temple was eerie, an odd feeling passing by with each step you took. It was the opposite of the one I grew up in, representing everything I was told to dislike, and yet I was here anyways. I had made up my mind to fight instead of continuing to run from the problem. I wasn’t a rebel, but I wasn’t an imperial either. I was the middle ground, a former Jedi with a new identity, a mask to shield my face so that I could live freely, but the saber still gave it away. I was good, too good to be a civilian having fun with an old relic, even though some still used them publicly. Some, as in him.

The Jedi fell and Lord Vader rose out of thin air. There was no preface, no foreshadowing, he just came, and everyone bowed their heads.

To outsiders he was a military leader trained in combat, who happened to use an imaginary power. To force users, like Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and I, he was a Sith. We all knew it the second he began hunting us down. He wanted the Jedi dead and made it clear when he began searching for my alias as well. Everyone knew who she was, I was put on every single imperial security watch available, but I evaded it all I could. I forged a new saber, so that they couldn’t track me that way, and told people about how the female jedi on the Holonets from the clone wars died. The only people who truly knew were Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, since they too had done something similar. He was Ben, she was Ashla, and I gained the name Fugitive, a mask being the only way to keep track of my identity.

I couldn’t count how many storm-troopers I had killed by now, just that I did. I was forced to, to keep myself alive, because he wanted me turned in. I was always told to run, to flee from Vader because of what he’s done, but all I wanted was for the man to wind up dead. A lust for revenge had developed ever since I learned what he did to my best friend, Anakin Skywalker.

I don’t even know how he could have killed a warrior like him, but he did and now he’s gone. Slaughtered like any other while trying to save people in the temple, something someone with his character would have done naturally. The worst part is that everyone he was trying to save is dead too, and that he could have escaped with us, had he not done what he did. He had a wife, Senator Amidala, a good friend of mine, who also died that night, although I wasn’t sure if they ended on good terms.

The two had been arguing for a while, he believed she was cheating on him with Obi Wan, although she continued to deny it along with everyone else. I was the only one who he talked to about his problems willingly, even Kenobi would have to go through reading his mind to talk about personal issues. It was only when Anakin died that the truth came out, that being that Anakin was right, and she was seeing Kenobi.

I hadn’t recognized him after that point. I knew he was afraid he would be kicked out of the Jedi order if we found out he was dating another woman. Even further, the fact he knowingly was allowing the affair to happen, but it occurred anyways, and he lost everything with it. That was consequence enough, he didn’t need me to yell at him any further for going that far.

Still, I was angry, because I cared about Anakin.

And also loved him.

I denied it for years, the helpless prodding’s from Ahsoka when the two of us would spend hours upon hours with each other. We carried out the entire war effort, working extremely close together on missions. It was no surprise that I liked him, he had even mentioned subtly what things would be like if he hadn’t met her. It sounded like he regretted it, but I had no clue, due to us being force users.

I now stood in front of the man who took him away, the one that gutted him in the chest like a fish with no care whatsoever. The man that had been hunting me down under both my names since the night of the fall, the one that was known for murdering everyone in his path. I don’t know how he found me, I had a feeling we were being followed, but I didn’t care. We needed the Holocron inside of the temple, and Ahsoka now had it in hand. I could sense their distraught, both behind me looking at the Sith in front of us. They didn’t want to fight him; they were afraid to fight him. I felt differently, looking at his mask through the visors of my own.

“It was foretold that you would be here, our long-awaited meeting has come at last."

“This meeting is over,” Ahsoka said.

“Are you so sure?” the Sith questioned through the modulated voice his mask provided him, as I stepped forward.

“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked me, his breath becoming short.

“Leave."

“No," he shook his head. "Don’t do this."

“Leave. Now.”

I looked up at the temple’s ceiling as the walls started to drop down. It was collapsing on itself, since the Holocron had been taken from the Obelisk. There wasn’t much to do, but I knew I didn’t want to pull them into this. I turned around and outstretched a hand.  

Ahsoka screamed as I force pushed both her and Obi-Wan back while the temple’s walls crashed down. I saw her figure fly back just before the drop and felt her gently land. There was a ship, they could leave, I would worry about myself after I killed him.

“We’re finishing this here,” I said. "I know you've been hunting me for the past months."

“You are courageous, unlike your friends,” the Sith mused. “Hateful.”

“You killed my best friend," I pointed out. "I want you to experience that same pain."

“Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he reminded. "Your confidence dilutes your ability to make rational decisions."

“I am no Jedi.”

“Then who are you? Your saber is unlike any I have ever seen, an identity successfully hidden behind a helm.”

“That’s none of your business, why have you been hunting me?” I asked. I felt the pressure of the Dark Side creeping against my mind's barriers, he was trying to invade.

“You would make a wonderful apprentice in the dark side,” Vader said. "You have already abandoned your training as a Jedi."

“I don’t side with murderers.”

“And yet you are one. I have seen your way of fighting Fugitive; you have killed countless of our troops and inquisitors.”

“Your Inquisitorious is an embarrassment, and I will never join you, not after what you did,” I called my saber to my hand, igniting it.

“Then you will die.”

There was this feeling of fear that attempted to wash over me, like he was attempting to throw me off, but I wasn't thinking about it anymore.

I ran full speed at him, force pushing myself up off the ground and into the air to try and put myself on the offensive. My blade met his right over his helmet, as he angled me back and I landed behind him. My automatic response was to try and swing for his legs, a move he evaded but had been surprised by. I knew I needed to be careful with how I played things. He would try and tire me out by just playing the defensive, but I also didn’t get that tired frow much stamina I built up during the war. Vader was also bigger, and stronger, meaning I’d need to use his weight to my advantage. I was quick, less stable, and grounded, and more agile in my movements.

We continued to take shots at each other, as he seemingly began to test me. It was a constant switch from the right to the left, bashing at each other from different angles and walking along with it. It was something Anakin and I always did, and it almost felt familiar. For whatever reason, I could feel myself getting into the rhythm Skywalker and I got into when we would train every day. After a certain point I would always switch my grip and force him to back off, and I did it purely out of muscle memory, shoving the Sith back.

“Your anger focuses you,” he commented. “Join me and I can enhance that power.”

“You killed him, the man I loved, do you truly believe I would ever consider that?”

“He is gone for a reason,” Vader said.

“He was the chosen one!” I shouted, interlocking lightsabers in a pursuit for power over the other. "You know why he lost his life?! Because he was trying to save everyone else, instead of actually caring for himself for once."

“(Y/N)."

I stumbled back immediately, hearing that name leave his mouth,

"What?"

My eyes widened beneath the visors, letting my guard down for just a moment.

It was all he needed.

I felt his immense force break through my walls and invade my mind, clawing through my memories and thoughts like a file. Not only that, but he immediately took me to the ground. It was quick, as he now straddled me, muscular thighs resting over my lower waist. Both my arms were pinned to either side with by the force, my saber in his hand.

I grunted, struggling under him and thrusting against his cod piece hoping it would make him budge but it barely made a difference. I couldn’t do a thing, as the Sith reached for my mask and pressed down on the sides. I felt it depressurize, as his gloved digits lifted it off my head, and I looked into his mask with my own eyes.

"How do you know my name?" I asked angrily as I fought underneath him to free myself.

There was no way of telling what he truly felt in that moment, holding the helm silently, breathing being the only indication he was still alive. I continued to try and do everything to get out of his grasp, but the Sith only sat there and took me in, his body heat lingering over my own. I felt like a mess, wondering where Ahsoka and Obi-Wan might be right now, realizing why Anakin lost his life to this man. I didn’t know how he knew my name, my real name, the one that no one had called me in months. I was fully pinned down, not giving up until I saw him reach for his own helmet.

"What are you do—"

My throat ran dry, amber eyes piercing through my body like a blade.

"Anakin."

It was him, with brown hair that held golden streaks just above his armor.

"(Y/N)."

Hearing his voice sent a shiver down my entire back, as I shuddered underneath him.

“I thought you died—they said Vader killed you—" there were tears welling up in my eyes, looking up at him.

“I am alive."

“Why did you turn?"

“The Jedi council was using us, Obi-Wan lied to me about Padme (Y/N), they were having an affair. But you know that already.”

“Obi Wan told us,” I trailed off.

“I know.”

“Do you plan to kill me?”

“No, that was never my intent," he emphasized lowly.

“So, what will you do?” I questioned.

“After separating myself from the order, I reflected much upon it,” Anakin started. "And came to terms with several of my mistakes."

“What mistakes?”

Still straddling me Anakin leaned down, placing his hands by either sides of my head and lowering himself to my ear.

“I was blindly dating filthy senator, when I had the love of my life right next to me the entire time."

"What do you mean?" I emphasized each word, my abdomen tensing as he got so close to me.

"There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of my future and imagine you by my side. I told myself it was our strong bond causing me to think of you constantly, due to the amount of time we spent together, but now, I feel completely different."

"Anakin," my heart was racing, as he continued to whisper into my ear.

"Maker, I missed you so much."

He was just trying to be friendly, that's all this was.

"Now, I know you are not that naive," he let out a deep chuckle, reading my mind.

"Is this your way of coercing me into joining the dark side?" I said softly, trying to play it off.

"There is no need to coerce you (Y/N), your heart is already doing all the work," Anakin told me. "All there is to do is to make up for lost time."

"No.."

"Continuing to deny it is only stalling the inevitable," he spoke in a playful way. "Your hatred towards the one you believed to be my killer only proves it more."

"I—" I cut myself off, as Anakin moved his head, now right over mine.

"What is it?" he asked me, his golden eyes flicking from my lips up to my eyes in quick fashion.

I gave in, nodding to his silent question and feeling the force lift off my hands.

Anakin pressed his lips to mine as I lifted my head up and met him midway. His robotic hand came down to my waist, the other combing through my hair as he helped hold my head steady. It was delicate and prepared, goosebumps crawling over my skin as his weight pressed me onto the cold temple floors. He was an expert in the way he worked around my mouth, the first time I had ever kissed anyone to begin with.

To think such a sacred place would be ruined due to our own shenanigans.

A Jedi and a Sith, making out in a temple with no care for sentiment.

His lips were chapped yet soft, and the more breaths we took between kissing the more swollen they became. Anakin didn’t seem to care though, continuing to go down on my neck allowing me to breath. He wasn’t going too far, but it was enough for the occasion, leaving marks I that wouldn’t leave for days.

It was madness.

Everything around us screamed in pleasure, the force happily chiming along with the two sides agreeing on something, even if it wasn’t an argument. Anakin had changed, and I couldn’t decide if it was for better or for worse.

If only those two could see me now, making love to the man that we had been running from for months. The copious amounts of rage had turned to attraction in a blink of an eye, rejoicing in his presence as my hand pressed against his tunic and I felt his abdomen underneath the fabric. He was such light and yet the darkness itself, drowning me in it as we sunk into a pool of ecstasy.

The cold stone floors were soon heated, as the temple grew humid and we both simultaneously agreed to take our tops off. It was the definition of multitasking, as I took off his armor and tunic, leaving behind a black pair of pants, and his boots. With the force he slipped my top off, gaining access to my collar bone and gracing it with his mouth. There was a possessive feeling in the air, as he took in my body for the first time with his own eyes as I did to him.

"You are so beautiful, it is intoxicating."

I felt myself smiling, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, the both of us kissing deeply. This was it, holding our breath as we enjoyed one another, but the force was warning the both of us.

The temple shook, I almost forgot it was collapsing.

"We need to escape before we become trapped inside," Anakin said. "My ship is outside."

"And you assume I'm coming?"

"I know you are."

I laughed, acknowledging his foresight. We put on our clothes hurriedly yet thoroughly, as someone trained to handle life or death would. In truth, that was what we stood for, as Jedi and Sith both came together as one, in ways that would be frowned upon.

Except we didn't care.

We weren't denying it any longer.

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Hiii. Firstly, I just want to say how much I LOVE your work. I think you’re fantastic!

I was hoping to request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator or Princess female reader (always a sucker for this). Maybe Clone wars or pre- ending of Revenge of the Sith. Peppered with Obi-Wan denying his feelings for the sake of the Jedi code, and then confessing true emotions in the Kenobi series era. (gotta love angst with some feels after a whole lot of yearning).

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Thank you so much for your kind words and this wonderful request. I was so excited to write for Obi-Wan as it's been years since I have, and it's really cool to write for him in the wake of the Kenobi series. So thank you for this lovely prompt and I hope this is the sort of thing you were looking for.

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Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Author's Note: It's late and I need to proofread this properly, sorry for any mistakes in the mean time!

Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Now

Inevitably, the Empire discovered that you have been siphoning off funds to various Rebel factions across the Galaxy for years. As Queen of Vitis, you planned to stay on your home world and face the consequences of defying the Imperial tyrants with your people.

But your Bodyguard, loyal to a fault, had other ideas. The night before an Imperial delegation was set to arrive, your Captain of the Guard, Old Paltrum, hired a bounty hunter to abduct you from your chambers in the middle of the night and drop you off somewhere "safe." This apparently meant any random, obscure world in the Outer Rim of the mercenary's choosing.

Seemingly, the desert planet of Tatooine was the farthest flung rock in the Galaxy that the brute could think of.

At night, you dream of home. Of Vitis. A beautiful planet, full of lush forests and green meadows where wildflowers gleam through the grass like little jewels.

Too often, these dreams turn to nightmares and you watch, helpless, as the rivers run red with the blood of your people and the Imperial flag flies like Death's victory banner above the royal citadel.

You fear you'll forever be known as the Vitisian Queen who abandoned her subjects in their most desperate hour of need.

Tatooine is not like home. The heat during the day is a constant, inescapable blanket of oppression. No matter what you do, the sand works its way into your eyes, between your teeth, into your clothes and tracks its way all the way through the small one room home you managed to purchase with the few credits Paltrum obviously appropriated for you from the palace treasury. And you are always so thirsty, no matter how much water you consume.

Still, you have been on the desert planet for almost three months now, and despite your belligerent determination not to, you are beginning to settle and acclimatise. Slowly.

You like Tatooine best in the evening, just as dusk falls. It's cooler and there is a rare, strange beauty to be found as the twin suns set in the sky which turns from blood red to pink to purple and finally to a deep, midnight blue.

You make your living selling the clothing you make at the stall you have acquired in the market in Mos Eisley. It is mid-afternoon when you catch sight of a man you know walking across the far side of the square. You jump up from your stool, knocking it over in your haste and sending your weaving unravelling to the floor.

Ducking and weaving and apologising to the people you bump into, you track the man making his way across the market through the obstructions of clothing and clutter and trinkets hanging from the stalls of your neighbours' and your own.

Your heart leaps. It is him. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

What is he doing here? Of all places.

You want to run to him, to call out his name but something stops you.

He looks older. Of course he does, it's been over a decade since you last saw him. But that's not it.

The Obi-Wan you remember carried himself with a charismatic air of confidence which, on other men, could easily have been perceived as arrogance. But Kenobi was always able to temper this with his good humour and dignified manner.

Now, he looks downtrodden, smaller, as if he's been on Tatooine so long that the years have started to grind him into the sand. His once well kempt hair and beard are scruffy and his dirty, torn clothes are little more than rags.

You are suddenly struck by the idea that he might not want you to see him like this. Then, you think about what happened to the Jedi Order and the rumoured purge said to have been commanded by the Emperor himself.

Obi-Wan must be in exile or in hiding. Just like you.

With this revelation, you are paralysed by indecision. By the time you come to the realisation that you can't let this chance to reunite with him slip away, he is already gone.

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30 years ago

The Republic have sent a diplomatic envoy to Vitis to discuss with leading politicians from the surrounding worlds the increasing Separatist pressure on the system's trade routes. The delegation of two Jedi, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his young apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, arrive at the Vitisian royal citadel early in the morning.

Although you really think you should be sitting at the table with the other delegates, you've reluctantly agreed with the wishes of your parents, the King and Queen, to show Obi-Wan the palace grounds and some of the countryside beyond.

He's a young man about your age, probably eighteen or nineteen. Upon first introduction, you get the distinct impression that he feels like he should be present at the discussions too. But, following a brief period of stilted conversation as you lead him through the palace and out into the lush gardens, it quickly becomes apparent that you and Obi-Wan just click. Any interest in trade or commerce is soon forgotten by both of you.

When he speaks, his pronunciation is clipped and proper, but his voice is full of a charming vitality. He has a graceful, purposeful physicality and moves his body with a self-assuredness many young men his age don't seem to possess quite yet. And he's handsome. He has an open, honest face with well-proportioned features, adored with two impossibly bright blue eyes. He has sandy coloured hair which, apart from a small pony tail at the back of his head and a long, thin braid that runs down behind his ear and to his chest, is cropped short.

As you walk through Vitis's lush, green surroundings together, the conversations flows easily. You notice that he has a perpetual, good-natured smirk on his face, as if he constantly has an amusing quip on the tip of his tongue. Sometimes he speaks these out loud and his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

His little barbs are never unkind. In fact, you find it refreshing, the way he makes you think on your feet in an effort to fire out your own witty retorts.

One time, you're too slow to think of anything clever to say, so all you can think to do is to pull, gently, at the strange braid affixed to the side of his head.

"What's this?"

What's what?" He asks with mock ignorance, and you shove him playfully.

"It's my Padawan braid," he explains, "It signifies that I'm not yet a Jedi. Once I've completed the trials, I'll cut it off as part of the ceremony when I become a Knight."

"Oh," you say, faltering.

It all sounds rather meaningful and symbolic.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have..."

He smiles reassuringly.

"It's ok, I have a bad habit of tugging at it myself when I'm nervous."

Hours have passed and you've wandered all the way through the grounds as far as the great lake before either of you notice the time. You take the short cut back through the woods and past the gargantuan Whispering Tree, which stands sentinel like a great, leafy guardian on the border of the royal forest.

Obi-Wan stops to admire the tree, his eyes following its massive trunk and he cranes his neck in a futile attempt to try and get a glimpse of the top as it disappears into the canopy. The tree is putting on a magnificent show today. Its peculiar white leaves are dazzling in the sunlight and the pale silver bark shines like precious metal.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice filled with awe, "I've never seen a tree like it."

"It's called the Whispering Tree because of the noise it makes in the wind. It sounds like someone speaking. It's the only one left of its kind - a white Vitisian Birch. Traditionally, first born royal daughters are charged with its care," you run a hand against the smooth bark fondly," and that happens to be me."

Obi-Wan smiles almost absent-mindedly as he presses his palm against the tree and closes his eyes.

"Are you talking to it? Using the Force?" You ask, excitedly, "What's it saying?"

"That's not how it works," he chuckles, but he stops immediately as he sees your cheeks redden and realises that you're embarrassed.

"Uh, but if it could talk," he continues, earnestly, "It would say that it feels very lucky to have someone like you to care for it."

You beam widely at him and, unable to stop yourself, you lean in and plant an impulsive kiss on his lips. At first, he stiffens, his eyes wide in surprise, but then he seems to melt into you and you feel a thrill of excitement course through you as his lips start to move against yours.

"Obi-Wan!" A stern voice makes you both jump and you leap away from each other as if you've been electrocuted.

The tall figure of Obi-Wan's mentor is striding towards where you are standing at the tree line, his Jedi robes and long silver hair billowing in the breeze together making him seem even bigger and more imposing.

"Master Qui-Gon..."

"You were supposed to escort the Princess to dinner an hour ago!"

"I know, Master, I'm sorry..."

Obi-Wan starts to explain, but Qui-Gon Jinn cuts him off abruptly.

"I don't want to hear it."

Side by side, you and Obi-Wan traipse silently back to the palace behind Master Jinn. You find yourself having to scurry to keep up with his long strides, but Obi-Wan appears to be used to it.

He looks rather crestfallen following Qui-Gon's admonishment, and you reach out to touch the back of his hand lightly with your own. At first, he doesn't look at you, instead just allowing the corners of his mouth to lift slightly as he runs his knuckles back and forth against your own.

Then, you exchange a sheepish, secret smile, behind Master Jinn's back, before breaking the touch and you both return your gaze to the ground with suitably chastised expressions.

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It becomes apparent over dinner that Master Jinn, mercifully, has not informed your parents of your little indiscretion with Obi-Wan. You don't know what story he has concocted to explain your tardiness, but you are grateful for it.

Over the course of the evening, as you observe him, you realise that Qui-Gon Jinn is a kind man. Although he appears slightly terse with Obi-Wan to begin with, his manner softens as time goes on and to you, the relationship between the two Jedi seems almost akin to that of father and son.

Although you still feel a guilty, watching the two Jedi helps soothe your worries that Obi-Wan might face some severe reprimand on account of your actions.

Soon, it is time to see the guests off and the Jedi delegation is last to leave. You take advantage of the long conversation Master Jinn and your father apparently couldn't possibly have finished over dinner to say goodbye to Obi-Wan.

"I'm sorry, did you get in trouble?" You say quickly and quietly into his ear as you give him a formal, chaste kiss farewell on the cheek. "Yes, but it was worth it," he whispers back and a wide, boyish grin spreads across his face as he pulls away.

You can't do anything other than return it, and you look at each other for just a moment longer before he gives you a courteous nod of his head.

"Goodbye, Princess."

"Goodbye, Obi-Wan."

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Now

You next see Obi-Wan a few weeks after your first glimpse of him at the market.

You almost approach him this time, but again, something holds you back.

He is heading towards Mos Eisley's space port and he has a more purposeful stride to his walk than when you last saw him.

Yet it's still not the walk of the composed, dignified man you once knew. In fact, his sense of urgency seems alarmingly close to panic.

Presumably, he is going off-world for some reason. He's not carrying much with him.

You hope he'll be back.

******************************************************** 12 years ago You are arriving on Coruscant, the sprawling city covered planet at the heart of the Galaxy, the seat of the Republic's power. Your father has sent you to make a representation to the Senate to officially declare an end to Vitis's neutrality.

It's not what you or your people want. But the Separatists have been pushing in on Vitisian interests on all sides in the past several months, disrupting trade routes, placing droid garrisons on nearby worlds, even muscling in on mineral mining operations on several moons within the Vitisian system. There is now really is very little choice. Vitis needs the protection of the Republic.

As you step off your ship, Obi-Wan Kenobi, now a Jedi Master, strides across the landing platform to greet you. You are so high up it gives the impression that the Coruscant sun which hangs large and low and golden in the sky behind you is about to swallow you whole. There is a strong breeze, which catches your hair and sends the flowing train of your green travelling dress snaking into the air like an emerald river.

Obi-Wan has grown into a fine looking man, tall and broad shouldered. He is clothed in traditional Jedi attire, a long brown robe draped elegantly over a cream tunic, fawn pants, and knee length, brown leather boots. His sandy hair is neatly cropped at the back and sides, with more length on the top and he had grown a distinguished golden beard since you last saw him.

"Princess," he says with a warm smile, those piercing blue eyes of his just as full of life as you remember.

"Master Kenobi," you respond, beaming, as he stoops to kiss you on both cheeks.

You'd been concerned that, in the almost two decades since you last saw him, his long years at war in service to the Jedi might have dulled that bright spark you so admired in the young man you once knew.

But you needn't have worried. As he escorts you to your chambers within the accommodation wing of the grand Senate building, you find yourself falling back into easy, cheerful conversation with him, as if no time has passed at all.

Obi-Wan's youthful spirit is still present but it has evolved into a sort of refined, contained exuberance that sits elegantly on him. He is as quick to laughter as ever and the eloquent wit he possessed even as a boy is just as sharp.

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You are sitting in the lavish parlour of the rooms you've been assigned. It is a fine suite, decorated in bright colours with a beautiful view out across Coruscant's endless cityscape. The arching floor to ceiling windows let in as much natural light at the metropolis' towering spires will allow.

Suddenly, you wonder what it would feel like to kiss Obi-Wan again, now that he has that dashing beard.

"Princess?"

Obi-Wan is standing at the sideboard, holding a steaming teapot and a glass mug out towards you. From the amused, questioning look on his face, you get the distinct impression that he has proffered the beverage more than once.

"I apologise, Master Jedi, I was parsecs away, yes please."

"Oh really?" he asks, conversationally as he drops into the lounge chair opposite you, and hands you the glass vessel across the low, marble table, "Where were you?"

"Well, I was actually thinking about when we first met, do you remember?"

It's not quite a lie.

"How could I forget?" He laughs, "Master Qui-Gon was furious with me."

A shadow of uncharacteristic sadness suddenly passes over his face.

Remembering the rumours you have heard of the violence of Qui-Gon Jinn's death at the hands of a mysterious, fearsome warrior, you put down your tea and reach across the table to take Obi-Wan's hands in yours.

"I was so very sorry to hear about Master Jinn, Obi-Wan," you say kindly.

"Thank you, it was a long time ago now."

He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He squeezes your hands gently before he stands up.

"I'll let you get settled."

Obi-Wan makes for the door and as he reaches for the handle, he turns and grins at you disarmingly.

"It really is very good to see you again, Princess."

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You had only planned to stay on Coruscant for a week. However, politics being as they are, you have ended up staying for much longer.

One day, during a gap in the Senate proceedings, Obi-Wan takes you to visit the magnificent Jedi Temple. He wants to show you the terraced garden, knowing that you are missing the greenery of Vitis.

It is a paradise. You can't believe that at the centre of this endless cityscape is this bubble of serenity. The variety of plants that are grown here, the vibrancy of the colours, the wonderful aroma of a hundred different blossoms all intermingled - it makes you giddy.

You and Obi-Wan stay in the gardens for hours strolling and conversing and sitting together, then strolling some more.

"Strange how so many years have gone by yet I feel as if no time at all has passed between us," you say plainly as soon as the thought pops into your head.

You don't mean it to sound quite so romantic, but then you realise you really don't mind if that's how Obi-Wan choses to interpret it.

"I feel the same," he agrees and you are surprised to see a hint of bashfulness in the smile he offers.

You allow the back of your hand to graze against his. He turns his head and raises his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk of recognition on his face. He runs his knuckles along yours as he once did so many years ago.

Unlike then, Obi-Wan allows his hand to stay resting against yours this time and you walk like that, not quite hand in hand, through the vast gardens of the Temple long after the sun starts to set and the descent of the cool, evening air releases the sweet, heady scent of Coruscanti night blossoms all around you.

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The month you have spent on Coruscant has been stressful, busy, and filled with difficult negotiations and decisions which weigh heavily upon on you. Your father is in ailing health, ever since the death of your mother, and you know that soon you will be Queen. It is not a thought you relish, but now, at least, you know that when you take the oath to serve your people for the rest of your life as sovereign, you will be able to do so knowing you can hold your own on their behalf in the Rancor's den of the Republic Senate.

Yet, aside from all the worry, this has also been one of the happiest times of your life. When you are not working, and when he is not galivanting off-world on some Jedi business or another, you have spent every moment you can spare with Obi-Wan.

When the time finally comes to leave Coruscant, Obi-Wan volunteers to escort you back to Vitis. You'd sent Paltrum home weeks ago, poor old sod. City air has never agreed with him and you just knew his wife, Ina, would be worried sick about him.

As you finally land back on your home world, it is amid thunder and lightning. It is perhaps the most violent storm you've seen on Vitis in a decade.

You almost can't believe it when you and Obi-Wan step off the ship and see Old Paltrum soaked through, standing sentry at the palace doors.

"Paltrum, get inside, for the love of the Maker!" You scold the ancient Captain as you approach.

Obi-Wan is holding his cloak over your head in a valiant effort to keep you dry, but it is making not one bit of difference and you can feel the water seeping through your travelling clothes and into your bones.

"It's always been my job to watch for you, your Highness, I'm not about to stop now," Paltrum responds indignantly and you feel a pang of guilt for your rather patronising tone.

"I know, thank you, Captain," and you have to shout over the roar of the wind and the lashing rain, "It's late. I'll see my father in the morning, don't disturb him."

"As you wish, my lady," Paltrum says with a gracious nod, and you stifle a laugh as a deluge of water floods off the peak of his cap with the motion.

The Captain turns to Obi-Wan as he opens the huge, ornate doors to let you through.

"Master Kenobi, there are guest quarters ready for you in the east wing."

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Obi-Wan does not go to the east wing. Instead, you lead him towards your own chambers. Someone, thankfully, has lit a fire in your sitting room and you both sit cross-legged on the rug on the floor as close as is possible next to the roaring flames.

You've each taken off your sodden outerwear. If possible, Obi-Wan looks even more dashing wet through, his light undershirt clinging to his muscled torso underneath.

Neither of you have spoken since you sat down and as you both watch the flames from the fire reflect in the other's eyes, a tension-filled silence fills the room and sets your heart racing until you think it might burst.

When you can bear it no longer and you see no point in prolonging further pretence, you grab Obi-Wan by the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. It is not like your first, so many years ago. This is a deep and passionate embrace, full of desire. He responds immediately to your touch this time, his lips crashing almost roughly against yours.

The Jedi's hands are round your waist, at the nape of your neck, the small of your back, tangled up in your hair, seemingly all at once. You start to unbutton the fastenings on his shirt, tearing at them with one hand, while the other travels urgently down his chest towards his abdomen.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan leaps to his feet and turns his back to you, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly. As you've seen him do so often in recent weeks, he brings a hand to his face and rubs his beard. You think this new habit has probably replaced the old one of tugging on his Padawan braid.

"Have I upset you?" you ask quietly, the sting of confusion and rejection, worrying its way under your skin.

"No, Princess," his voice is an earnest whisper as he sits back down in front of you, grasping your hands in his, "Never."

"I still dream of that kiss we shared all those years ago," he admits suddenly, his voice low and full of longing.

Obi-Wan cups your face gently in his hands and looks at you, brows furrowed with emotion, his gaze penetrating right through your soul and setting it aflame.

"Now, seeing you again after all these years, I dream of what it would be like to hold you, to share your life, to....share your bed. These past weeks, I have yearned for you, you must know that."

Your foreheads are touching now, your nose presses into his face, and your fingers are suddenly entwined in his wet, golden hair. You can feel his heart raging against his chest as if it is fighting to escape, just as your own is.

"Obi-Wan..." you say, open-mouthed against his cheek, breathless with need for him.

He closes his eyes and brushes his lips against yours, but he doesn't quite allow himself to kiss you. Instead, after a moment of breathing each other in and out, he pulls away gently.

"But that's all they are," his voice has returned to it's usual refined timbre, "I'm sorry, but they are just dreams. It's all I can allow them to be."

His words are like a thousand tiny knives to your heart and you can't help feeling how cruel it was of him to give you hope and then tear it away like that. You stand up sharply and walk to the window, gazing out onto the storm raging across Vitis, a mere spring shower compared to the tumult now roiling within you.

"You must understand, I have pledged my life to the Jedi Order..."

"You were a child when you made that pledge..." you scoff and you despise the bitterness in your own voice.

He walks across the room to join you and puts his hand on your shoulder.

"All the same. It is made. And now we are at war. I have obligations, I have responsibilities to the Order and to the Republic"

You turn to him and place your hands on his broad chest. His heartbeat has slowed and you know you are losing him. It's like he's flicked some internal switch and raised a barrier between you.

"Then let us have each other, just this once," you whisper urgently, emboldened by desire and the fear that this chance to love him as you've always wanted is slipping away forever.

Obi-Wan touches your face and smiles sadly.

"If we did, I would never be able to leave you again, not for a single moment. I would be your prisoner forever."

"Then stay," you plead through tears, even though you already know his answer, "Stay with me."

"I can't."

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Now

Obi-Wan Kenobi is sitting on a wall in Mos Eisley's market place. You are pleased to see that he looks much more like his old self. His head is held high and there is a look of calm on his handsome face. The clothes he is wearing are much neater than before, almost reminiscent of his old Jedi robes, and he has tidied up his hair and beard.

You walk towards him, but he doesn't notice you. You don't say his name. Instead, you quietly sit down next to him and let the back of your hand rest against his. You feel the strong tendons there tense.

He doesn't look at you. His head drops, and his eyes close as if he couldn't stand for it not to be you. Lightly, he moves his hand so that his knuckles rub gently against yours.

"Hello old friend," you say.

"Princess."

The use of your old title sounds natural and right on his tongue and you hope he never stops using it.

Obi-Wan finally looks up at you and his eyes, still dazzling shards of icy blue, gleam with tears. You reach out and touch his face, his stubble pleasantly rough under your hand. You take in the lines around his eyes, deeper now, and the distinguished flecks of silver in his beard and hair. The sight of him is more beautiful, more familiar to you than you can bear.

"You still look the same," you say, your voice shaking slightly.

He smiles and turns his face to gently kiss the heel of your palm that is resting against his cheek.

"And you are more radiant than ever."

He helps you take down your market stall early for the day and you take him into your home where you speak for hours in hushed tones and tell each other everything of your lives in the years since you were last together.

Then, as the twin suns of Tatooine set behind your little domed house in the sand, you lead him to your bed.

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You are curled up on your side against Obi-Wan's solid, warm chest. For the first time in years you feel safe, entwined in his strong arms, listening to the steady, sonorous rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I have always loved you," he whispers tenderly in your ear, tucking away a stray lock of hair back from your cheek.

"And I you," you say and you mean it.

Still, you can't help but smile sadly as you think of the last time you saw him that fateful night of the storm of Vitis before everything fell apart.

"But of course, you already knew that," you add.

"I am sorry, truly."

"Obi-Wan..." you start to interrupt, worried that your words sounded resentful.

"For all the wasted years," he continues.

He needs to say this, you realise. So you let him.

"If I'd known how the Republic would fall, how the Jedi Order would fail, how the Empire... Well, I never would have denied us this."

He brings his lips to your shoulder and traces a trail of kisses down your arm. His beard tickles.

"No one could have known, Obi-Wan. You did what you thought was right at the time. We all did. And now here we are together again. We made it back to each other. Two old relics of a past age."

"Oh come now, we're not that old," he quips, and you are happy to hear that his tone has lightened again.

You grin mischievously and wriggle out of his arms to push him down onto his back and roll on top of him.

"Prove it," you whisper, as you come to rest on his abdomen and lean down to kiss him on the nose.

His eyes widen in surprise and then in boyish delight as he grasps you firmly by your hips. "Again?!" he laughs and he throws his head back in mirth at his own joke, his eyes squeezing shut so that they crinkle beautifully at the corners.

It is a joyful, youthful, transcendental sound and suddenly, you are back under the Whispering Tree in the green meadows of Vitis with a young Jedi, an unwritten future together stretching out endlessly in front of you.

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[anatee]

Bloody Skywalker | Pt. 2 | Anakin x Reader

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Obi-Wan knew that putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. The most interesting things, however, are happening right where he can’t see the bloody Skywalker.

Content: Anakin x Female!Padawan!reader, bits of angst, fluff, no mature content (yet 😏), Revenge of the Sith references

Word count: 3.2K

There’ll be a part 3! Tagging as requested @50svibes​  @ssophiebirkas​

Time was flowing agonisingly slowly while she was anticipating that meeting. She had her own obligations to focus on, yet found herself constantly thinking about the upcoming event. Every time she and Anakin met on the roof, they could talk heart-to-heart, and these were the conversations that partly made her fall for him. They stopped them when he got together with Padme, even before Y/N knew about it, which only confirmed it was something really intimate.

When the time came, she felt extremely nervous yet excited at the same time. She thought she was early, but Anakin was already there - standing by the barrier and enjoying the view. She had to take a deep breath before getting his attention, but he had already sensed her - and turned to face her first.

"Hi." He beamed, standing there without the robe, but just in the outfit he always wore underneath it. With his hair a bit ruffled by the wind, and his toned body leaning against the railing, he was as dreamy as he could, making her weak in her knees.

"Hi," she replied, taking another deep breath. "I suppose neither of us wanted to be late, huh?" she added, hoping to release the tension.

"We're both in time for the night views. Come, take a look."

She approached him and leaned against the barrier, too, making sure she didn't touch him in the process. He seemed to notice it, but didn't comment, keeping that few inches long distance between them.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, enjoying the views, but the atmosphere was definitely tense, and they could both feel it. When it became too much to handle, Y/N spoke:

"You know, I miss Naboo at times. The landscapes, I mean. But... Coruscant at night is breathtaking, too. Certainly has some..." She turned to glance at him. "Views to enjoy," she added, then quickly looked away, realising what she'd said.

"We can agree on this," he replied, also looking at her. A shiver went down her spine, and she wasn't sure if he noticed.

"You're so cheesy I can't stand you." She rolled her eyes, smacking him on the arm.

"You started!" he argued, and they both started laughing as they smacked and poked each other teasingly, as if they were just kids again. As the laughter started dying down, Anakin suddenly grabbed her wrists gently to stand opposite her and look into her eyes, causing her to stiffen.

"Y/N, there are no words to express how much I've missed you," he admitted, still breathing heavily. "And all of this."

"Me too," she replied before she could think about it, but it was the truth. "But you know... I didn't want to... Make things awkward. I mean, if I had a boyfriend like you..."

"What do you mean like me?"

At this point Y/N thought that it would be best if someone just severed her tongue before she talked to Anakin at all.

"I'm not going to compliment you because I won't hear the end of it," she said, freeing her wrists from his hands. "The point is, I wouldn't want some random girl hanging out with my boyfriend so much."

"You're not a random girl. You've never been," he replied, making her heart skip a beat yet again. "But I understand what you're saying."

Y/N turned away from him once again to be able to calm down.

"While we're at it... Has anything changed? How are you feeling?" she asked, not looking at him.

"I haven't been better in a long time. And you? Tell me you don't want to leave the Order anymore."

She took another deep breath. "No, I don't."

"I'm so glad," he admitted, still looking at her while she was trying to avoid his gaze. "I was so scared. This place wouldn't be the same without you."

She didn't comment, afraid she might embarrass herself even further. Instead, she really focused on the view, the sparkling lights of the night reflecting in Anakin's eyes she tried not to look at.

"You know, I almost forgot how beautiful it can be around here."

"That's why I hope we can come back to meeting here."

"Because of the view?" she asked just to say something, not expecting his answer at all.

"Because of you."

Y/N turned her head to look at him, more confused than ever. These weren't even jokes anymore and she didn't know how to react. What was he saying?

They were standing opposite each other again, closer than before. A small, almost shy smile didn't disappear from Anakin's face as he carefully put his hands on her shoulders, sending shivers through her body.

"You look beautiful," he admitted, and she closed her eyes as if in pain.

"Oh, why did you have to say that..."

"I'm sorry. That's just what I see," he replied, unaware of what exactly he was apologising for. "I know I've never told you this before, but I have always thought that."

At that moment, Y/N didn't even know what to think anymore. Her heart was racing, but she tried to stay conscious and not miss anything he was saying. The Force was tingling inside her as if hinting that something was about to happen.

"Oh, I just remembered... That guy... The one you fell in love with..." Anakin began suddenly, lowering his head.

"Anakin, he doesn't exist," she cut him off, panicking. "No, I mean, he does, but... Oh, can we just pretend like I've never said that?"

Anakin could sense even through the Force how nervous and clearly embarrassed she was. He wasn't sure whether to drop the subject or try to help her...

"Y/N, if something's wrong, you can always talk to me..."

"Nothing's wrong," she whispered, but it was a lie, and she couldn't even look into his eyes as she said that.

"But you know I can sense it, right?" he said with sincere concern. "Oh, Y/N, just come here," he added as he opened his arms to envelope her with them, causing her to hold her breath.

They've never hugged. Not like this.

It was so warm and comforting, and of course she didn't want it to end, but at the same time she was panicking. This embrace wasn't helping her case, if anything, it was worsening it, making her wish he would hug her like this more often.

"Better?" he asked quietly as he pulled her even closer, so close she could hear his heartbeat, and if that wasn't only making her fall harder...

"Better. Thank you," she replied, sighing. "But we should stop, someone might see us," she added quickly, taking a step back that clearly took him by surprise.

"We're not doing anything wrong," he said, and she could swear she saw something gleam in his eyes when he did, sounding a bit darker than usual.

Well, if I weren't falling in love with you as we went, then yes, we wouldn't be.

"You're not exactly the one to trust when it comes to rules," she said with a chuckle, once again trying to relieve the tension.

"Oi, don't act like you've never broken them," he retorted and she sighed again.

I'm breaking them every time I see you.

"Obi-Wan says it's you who demoralised me," she said truthfully, leaning herself against the barrier again.

"He didn't stop me, though," Anakin said proudly, and they both laughed again.

"And you don't seem ashamed at all!"

"Hey, but what did I do? Only made you race with me once or twice..."

"Or twenty times." She nudged him with her elbow.

"It's not like I put a lightsaber to your throat, you agreed to it."

"But if you weren't there, I would have never even thought of such races."

"But you enjoyed them!" he argued teasingly, and both of them were unbelievably happy that the atmosphere changed to such a relaxed one. "And now we don't race because you know you can't defeat me."

Y/N smacked him in the head with no hesitation.

"Hey!" he yelled in surprise.

"Not everyone was piloting aircrafts from the moment they were born!" She smacked him again, leaving him flabbergasted. "I only wanted to grow plants and stuff!"

A cocky smile quickly appeared on his face.

"But if you stayed on Naboo growing plants, you wouldn't be here with me now.... And isn't now a better option?"

Her first instinct was to say yes immediately, but then she realised...

If she had stayed on Naboo, at least she would have never fallen in love with him. But then, when they were there together, laughing, teasing each other, relaxed...

"Maybe it is," she admitted. "And maybe I just like you too much, bloody Skywalker," she added quietly, avoiding his gaze again. It was somehow therapeutic to tell him this without him knowing what she actually meant.

The cockiness on Anakin's face turned into sincere happiness as he grabbed her hand again, making sure to use his real hand instead of the metal one.

"Me too," he replied, and before she could melt into a puddle right then and there, she cackled, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yes, you definitely like yourself too much."

"Hey, you know that's not what I meant!" 

They began laughing again, hysterically at that, not having felt this relaxed for ages - and they would be doing this for much longer if it weren't for a familiar voice that interrupted.

"There you are."

They immediately composed themselves and looked to their side - Obi-Wan was approaching them with a small smile on his face.

"Oh," Y/N cackled one last time, then took a deep breath to calm down. "Hello, Master."

"It's nice to see you two in high spirits," he said, then looked pointedly at Y/N, as if asking how things were. She replied with a face that clearly said everything was alright, even if it wasn't.

"Nice to see you too, Master," Anakin replied with exaggerated happiness.

"I have news. Anakin, it was decided that we'll be trying to rescue the Chancellor in a few days."

"Finally," he said eagerly.

"And am I going?" Y/N asked, and Obi-Wan frowned.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. We're taking the best at piloting."

"Oh, of course." She laughed, then patted Anakin on his shoulder. "And here we have the best pilot of the Galaxy."

"At least you're admitting that now," he said proudly and she shook her head.

"Shut up or I'll use the Force to do it."

"You two are still kids, aren't you?" Obi-Wan shook his head, too. "I want to leave you to yourselves, but who knows? Maybe you'll blow up the temple if I leave?"

"Oh, Master Kenobi. You know I am responsible," Y/N claimed, giggling.

"But are you responsible enough to handle him?"

"Are you both against me?" Anakin asked, pretending to be outraged. This was when Y/N seized the opportunity and walked a little to stand next to Obi-Wan.

"What do you say, Master Kenobi?"

"I can't believe this." Anakin stared at both of them, then sent Y/N a look that made her want to shout at him for doing it next to Kenobi. No matter what his intentions were, his gaze was so suggestive it made her feel hotter. Obi-Wan, however, seemed to have missed it.

Soon they returned to the temple and all in all, that evening turned out to be much nicer than Y/N anticipated. Her nerves were gone and she was eager to meet with Anakin yet again, this time ready to talk to him, even if her feelings were still devouring her from the inside.

However, on the night before Anakin's departure, things went downhill. Fear filled up her heart and the scariest visions - mostly those of Anakin dying - began to haunt her. This was when she began wondering... If she were to never see him again, maybe she should confess to him?

Would it haunt her forever if she didn't?

Unexplainable were the feelings that led her to his bedroom that night. The moment she saw his door, however, reality washed over her. It was ridiculous.

Little did she know Anakin wasn't asleep, either. He was staring into the ceiling above his bed, thinking about the upcoming mission, when suddenly something disturb his thoughts.

A familiar voice, echoing in his head... It didn't take him much to realise it was Y/N's voice.

Her thoughts were so full of fear and so loud he could hear them through the Force even without intending it. She was close, and he really wanted to know why.

"No, I can't go to him, this is so stupid... Why did I even come here? Why would I even tell him? I can't tell him the truth..."

These words ignited his curiosity even more. He left his bed quickly, then walked to the door even faster as he could feel she began walking away.

"Y/N," he said, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.

"Anakin?" She gulped, turning to see him, and then she immediately gulped again when she realised he was shirtless. "Oh, what are you doing here?" she asked as if she didn't expect him to be there at all.

"I sensed you. And I know you came to see me."

Her heart dropped. He couldn't have heard, could he?

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you. You have the mission tomorrow, so I'll just go back to bed now, good night."

Anakin wasn't going to let it go and he used the Force to pull her back towards himself, causing her to gasp.

"Y/N, tell me why you came." He put his hands on her shoulders as she tried not to stare at his bare chest. "You know I would never... I don't know, do anything to harm you in any way. Why are you scared?"

She didn't have any response to this. Looking down, she just hoped it could just pass...

"Come inside, let's talk." He gestured towards his room, then let her in before closing the door.

Another silence enveloped them, one that Anakin wasn't going to endure.

"After our meeting on the roof, I thought we were okay again?" he asked and she just gave up.

"Kriff, I'm just scared for you, okay?" she said eventually, dropping her hands. "I'm devastated by the thought that you might die during this mission. And now more than ever I regret all these moments when I was avoiding you. That's it."

That was not it, of course, it was just part of the truth, but already more than she had intended to tell him.

Anakin's expression softened immediately. His heart fluttered at these words, and he thought it was high time he stopped lying to himself, too.

He moved closer to her. "Oh, Y/N..."

"I know I should be used to this as a Jedi, but..."

"Shhh," he whispered, then suddenly cupped her face to make her look at him. Warmth filled her up immediately; she didn't expect that of him, but at this point it was only between them and the darkness around... 

"I understand. I will be scared for you, too," he admitted. "But I will come back safe. And with the Chancellor. I assure you."

"Promise me?" she asked before she could stop herself and he nodded, smiling softly.

"I could promise you this and much more."

Everything was getting warmer - her body, the atmosphere, the air in the smallest gap between them, the hands that were still holding her face. They were both looking into each other's eyes with their hearts racing, the Force tingling them as if trying to foreshadow that something was about to happen.

"I trust you, Skywalker."

"And I'm... So happy to hear that." Anakin's gaze suddenly wandered to her lips... And they have never been closer.

"Y/N, maybe before I go..." he began quietly. "Maybe I should do something I should've done much earlier."

"What is it?" she asked, almost shivering under his touch.

His eyes wandered to her lips again, and then it happened so suddenly she didn't have time to stop him: he kissed her, full on the lips, bringing her as close to himself as possible.

And at that point, nothing else mattered as she responded to the kiss, deepening it immediately when she put her hands on his bare chest for support. Her heart was racing faster than ever, even though her mind hadn't registered what was happening yet. Her body seemed to be acting on its own, knowing that the only thing it wanted was him. It was electrifying; they were lost in each other, and neither of them cared about anything else other than the person before them.

But when Y/N’s back hit the door under the pressure of his kiss, she woke up.

"Anakin, we can't," she almost cried, pushing him away from her with as much force as she could.

"Did you not want that?" he asked in disbelief, his heart shattering just a little when he saw the look on his face.

He had realised how he really felt about her a long time ago and wanted to prepare her for it a bit more delicately, but since the opportunity came... He just could not let it go.

"It's not about what I want, it's... We can't." She was saying all of this with a knot in her heart, knowing very well how much she wanted to stay with him right then and there, and give into the night. "I'm sorry, I... Have a safe mission," she added and before he could stop her, left the room as quickly as possible.

Anakin stood in the same place for the moment, as if glued to the ground, then plopped onto his bed with his head hung low.

He knew they weren't supposed to do this. But if so... Then why did it feel so right when their lips met mere minutes ago?

Now he knew the mission was the least of his concerns.

Y/N was walking as fast as she could back to her bedroom, running almost, holding back tears of frustration. That kiss, that few seconds were the most blissful seconds of her entire life, the happiest she's been in months, maybe years even... And yet, she wasn't allowed to feel this ever again.

Maybe the Jedi weren't as perfect as she had perceived them... If they didn't even allow happiness.

Eventually, she couldn't hold it back anymore - she stopped in one of the corridors and let the tears flow, her sobs echoing in the sleeping Jedi temple. With her face covered, she didn't even notice she had company.

"No need to cry there is."

Y/N almost jumped at Yoda's voice. She looked up and wiped her tears at once, composing herself.

"Oh, Master Yoda." She bowed slightly. "I didn't expect you here."

Yoda gazed at her searchingly.

"Conflicted you are, I sense."

She knew there was no use in lying.

"Yes. A lot," she whispered, not looking at him, and he fell silent for a moment.

"Take a break you should," he said eventually. "So many bad emotions the way to the dark side are."

She nodded, bowing again and thinking that a break might really help her.

"I will, Master."

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[feyre-darling92]

As it was

Sith!Obi-Wan x female reader.

A/N: I couldn’t help myself writing this, in my opinion sith obi-wan is an interesting alternative to both read and write for. Let me know your thoughts on this.

T/W: Swearing, mentions of death, force choking, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 1,2k

One year.

One year before they had told you he had died on Mustafar.

One year ago you had lost a part of yourself.

You were working at a cantina, a not very well-payed job but you could keep a low profile without causing too many suspicions.

You hadn’t heard of anyone, the only thing that you’d learned was that Anakin had become Darth Vader.

You, Anakin, Obi-Wa, Ashoka and Padme were a family.

First, you lost Ashoka. Leaving the Jedi Order and watching your sister walking away from you not intending to come back was the first hit.

Learning that Anakin had killed all these younglings and had turned to the dark side was the second one.

Seeing Padme giving birth to the twins and sensing her force signature becoming weaker and weaker before she died was the third one.

And learning that Obi-Wan who was sent to fight Anakin and stop him hadn’t returned from Mustafar was the final and strongest hit.

Everything after this is a blur.

All you know was that now you were here, trying to rebuild your life while trying to stay hidden as Anakin was searching for you.

You stayed on Tatooine mostly to take care of the boy but also because it was easier to hide.

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You woke up, early as always, and got ready to go to work. Before you left you took off the ring Obi-Wan had given you, the best you could do as marriage was against the code, and locked it in the drawer.

You wanted to wear it all the time, have this part of him with you but you couldn’t risk being recognized or robbed.

You opened the cantina, and the day went just as every day was.

There were a couple of fights, you always had to engage in one of them, you served drinks to creatures who flirted with you and got angry or disappointed when they didn’t get a response from you and had to help some drunk customers find the way out because they were obviously too drunk to go on their own.

You returned home exhausted both mentally and physically. It wasn’t unusual, so you did the same thing you did every time.

You sat on the small couch you had, the best you could buy, and started reading. It was your favorite activity and you loved it even more when you did it with Obi-Wan.

You shallowed at the memory and slowly picked up the book from the coffee table. “The beauty and the beast”. It was your favorite, loving it as a kid and loving it even more when you grew up and finally understood the meaning behind this tale.

A couple of hours had passed and you walked to the kitchen to take a glass of water, still reading when you heard a voice you thought you wouldn’t hear again.

“I see you still love this book”

You froze, slowly looking up from the book, afraid to face the hard truth.

“Obi-Wan?” a whisper came out of you after a few seconds.

“It’s me darling” he smiled softly at you and you tried to speak but you couldn’t.

He took a step forward from the counter where he was leaning in and you instinctively stepped back, avoiding closing the distance between you.

“Are you alive?” you said a tear streaming down your face.

“Of course I am, why would you think that I-”

“I was told you died on Mustafar,” you said.

“I would never leave you without saying goodbye, love”

For a moment you thought that things were the same as before. That you’d lie together and wake up the next morning in each other’s arms.

But no. Things were never going to be as they were. Your relationship was never going to be as it was.

“What happened?” your expression suddenly changed and you sounded colder than you’d like but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care.

Because the man who was standing in front of you, the man you’d love was not in him anymore. And his blue eyes you had so much fallen in love with were now replaced with the color of the sith.

A color you’d learn to hate.

“Y/N, you don’t know how much I missed you I-”

“I asked what happened,” you said calmly although on the inside you felt anything but calm.

His face changed, an expression you hadn’t seen in him before. Coldness and darkness were reflected.

He looked at you for a few seconds before he answered you. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

You had changed as well. And it was true.

Being mentally exhausted you allowed no emotions, at least no happy ones.

“I joined the Sith” he simply said not looking you in the eyes as he did back in the days.

“What have you done?” you muttered and backed away, your actions hurting him even more.

He thought that you’d at least be happy to see him.

“I did what I should have done years ago!” he yelled making you flinch. “I saw through the lies of the Jedi. Please listen to me” he lowered his voice seeing your reaction.

You had a shocked expression. “Listen to what exactly? You were fully dedicated to the Jedi. You- you were sent to stop Anakin. They told me that you died!”

“I know, darling but if you listen to me-”

“No!” you couldn’t hold your emotions back any longer. 

“Because for one year, one fucking year, I mourned for you, I cried for you. I dropped everything because of the Sith, I lost everything because of the Sith and you come here today as if nothing happened and casually mention that you’re one of them! Where were you, Obi-Wan? Where were you when I needed you the most? You didn’t even care! When you gave me this ring you gave a damn promise and you-” you were cut off by the force choking you.

He was choking you.

“Obi-Wan” you tried to breathe but it was impossible.

He finally let you and you dropped to the ground, air finally filling your lungs.

“Listen to me” he said and you didn’t look up, not wanting to face him anymore.

“I joined them because I could become stronger than ever. I could finally gain power, power the Jedi didn’t allow me to have. I don’t have the Jedi order to forbid me to feel and love. Don’t you see it? I am free now”

“You really believe what are you saying?”

“I do”

“Then the man I loved is truly dead” it came out more like a whisper but he heard it.

He kneeled in front of you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him.

He didn’t say anything, he just looked into your eyes, an unreadable expression forming on his face.

“I am not dead, darling. I am reborn. And one day you will see that I am right. Come with me. We can make things as they were. We can live as we did before” he left your chin and caressed your cheek but you immediately pulled away from his touch.

“No, Obi-Wan. We can’t”

Seeing this he got up. “You will join me”

“I will not. And you can’t force me. Because deep down I know that you still love me”

“Come with me. Please”

“You heard me. I am not coming with you”

“This is your last chance, Y/N. Join me or we’ll have to do this the hard way”

At the sound of these words, you got up, ready to fight if you had to.

“I love you, Obi-Wan. I still do. But I will not join you. Not this time”

“I love you too. That’s why you’re coming with me” he said and before you could realize what was happening he waved a hand over your head and everything turned black.

Part 2

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Redemption | Part V

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x female!reader

Summary: A young sith apprentice on their first mission. Although a chance to prove yourself to your dark masters presents itself, you do the exact opposite of what is expected of you. Putting yourself at the jedi master Kenobi’s merci, you plead him to lead you from the dark side and show you the way of the light. But will your attempt to redeem yourself be futile and the pull to the dark side be too strong?

Wordcount: ~3,800

Warnings: canon violence, jealousy, Anakin I guess…

A/N: Hey guys <3, I know it’s been a while, but I haven’t given up on the writing. In fact, I am already working on the next chapter with some newfound motivation! Have fun reading and give me a comment!

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The scent of smoke filled your nostrils as your black robes flowed around you. You knelt before your master your head lowered. As you looked up you met his eyes, his expression one of pride. The Sith nodded once in approval before turning his gaze to something behind you. As you followed his line of sight your yellow eyes fell upon the fallen Jedi temple, smoke rising from the flames devouring the building you once called home. A sad smile played around your lips.

You shot up sitting on your bed, sweat making your garments cling to your silhouette. Running a hand across your face you took a deep breath. It had only been a dream, right? Or was it more than that? You had heard of some force-sensitives possessing the gift of premonitions. But how would one tell them apart from dreams? Maybe you should confide in one of the Masters, perhaps Obi-Wan. But then again, you were trying to gain their trust, not make them question your allegiance. Showing them your inner conflict would certainly not aid that.

Sighing, you rose from the bed making your way to the refresher, knowing that you would not be able to fall asleep again. You would have to get up early anyway.

“There is no way that I will let her near the Senator.”, Anakin Skywalker stated, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he mustered you. In the early morning, you had been called to the Council to debrief you on your mission. Everything went smoothly until the man-child himself showed up, obviously unhappy at the fact you would be involved. The masters themselves had given you the benefit of the doubt, seeing that you would be accompanied by multiple Jedi, especially since Obi-Wan Kenobi, who had taken on the responsibility for your actions, was one of them. There was no way you would let this mission fail.

“Anakin, we all know how close Senator Amidala and you are, but I can assure you there is no need to worry.”, Obi-Wan replied with a cocky smile at which a flush seemed to rise to Anakin’s cheeks. “And why is that Obi-wan?” “As I just said, she will only accompany us as reinforcement. She will have a chance to prove herself.” Not looking entirely convinced, Obi-Wan’s former Padawan clenched his teeth and crossed his arms. “Besides, I trust her, Anakin. Just as I did once place my trust in you.” The younger man seemed to ponder his answer before giving in. “Fine. But don’t let her out of your sight.”

After Anakin had stormed out of the chamber at which you had rolled your eyes, you turned back to Obi-Wan. “You know, he actually means me not letting you out of my sight, old man. He knows you need the protection.”, you whispered to him as the council had moved on to another matter that needed their attention. Huffing, the Master Jedi gestured for you to follow him out into the hallway.

“I am not that much older than you. Besides, Master Yoda is close to 900 years old, so I believe I still have time before I have to turn my back on missions.”, he replied nonchalantly. You came to a hold, your mouth gaping open.

“900 years?!”, you whisper-shouted in disbelief. Obi-Wan simply chuckled watching you in amusement. Your eyes lingered on each other for a second too long and you could feel your face heating up.

“So, about this mission…” “Yes, right.”, Obi wan cleared his throat, back to his dutiful self. “The gala that we will attend is hosted semi-yearly by the Senate here on Coruscant. Senators, Diplomats and Aristocrats from all over the galaxy will be attending to form diplomatic connections with the Republic.” “And our role will be to protect this Senator Amidala?” “Yes, she requested our assistance, since she believes there to be a target on her head.” “The republic has captured a separatist they believe to hold important information, if I remember correctly?” “Not captured, he surrendered himself offering information. Nevertheless, the Senate appointed Padme Amidala to interrogate him.”

“Strange. Anyways, I will see you at the shuttle then.” You said, before the two of you parted ways.

Entering the shuttle an hour later you immediately recognised Obi-Wan leaning on one of the walls with both of his arms crossed. Two other Jedi were standing further away, engrossed in conversation, who you had never seen before. Eying Obi-Wan’s garments you noticed that he was wearing a tunic and pants, resembling the style of the Jedi but made out of richer material and with less layers. His hair was neatly combed back and his beard had been trimmed a little shorter. You had never seen him in anything else other than Jedi apparel and seeing him like this made your heartbeat pick up. You did not want to admit it to yourself, but he did look quite dashing.

The clothing you had been given consisted of an elegant dress and flat sandals. You supposed the Council wouldn’t want you to be immediately recognized as Jedi. The dress was still simple, matching Obi-Wans attire. Enough to fit in without drawing too much attention. You hadn’t been able to take your lightsabre with you, seeing as there would be no way to hide it, but at least the clothes were relatively easy to move in. You thanked the force, you had not been given shoes with heels.

Nevertheless, you stumbled a bit as you moved to stand next to Obi-Wan, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your appearance. Smiling he swiftly looked you up and down. “You look quite beautiful.”, he stated softly. “Well, you do clean up nicely too, Master.”, you tried to hide your nervousness with a smile. What was wrong with you? It was surely only the excitement of the up-coming mission. “A shame that those clothes are not very practical on the battlefield.”, he retorted with a laugh, before your conversation was interrupted by the pilot announcing you would take off in two minutes.

Right as the pilot attempted to close the shuttle’s hatch, the last person you had wanted to accompany you entered. “Anakin, what are you doing here?”, Obi-Wan asked the taller man standing at the entrance, seemingly as surprised as you.

“I decided to take it upon myself to make sure she won’t endanger Padme.”, he stated confidently, letting both of you know that there was no room for arguing. “Anakin…”, his Master responded with a sigh, while shaking his head in disbelieve. Stars, this was going to be a long day.

The gala was hosted at the Skydome Botanical Garden in the Fobosi district on Coruscant. You had already marveled at the tall building from a distance, the evening sun reflecting from its transparisteel dome. The pilot landed the shuttle a few streets away as to not raise suspicion. Although that was probably in vain seeing as a certain idiot didn’t think of wearing something that were not his Jedi robes. You had heard that Anakin was not one for subtilty, but if he endangered your one chance of proving yourself you would kill him in his sleep. At least he had had the decency of not carrying the lightsabre in the open, otherwise he could have just as easily worn a nametag with ‘Jedi’ written on it. Your group walked towards the entrance of the building, your face still in a scowl as you watched the back of the man’s head. As Obi-Wan followed your line of sight he let out a sigh, obviously also not very happy about Anakin’s approach to the situation. The object of your frustration seemed to feel your gaze on him, turned around and rolled his eyes.

“Relax. You don’t really think that whoever has targeted Senator Amidala will not automatically identify us as Jedi, do you?”

“Well, now they definitely will. Do you ever follow the plan?!”, you exclaimed in exasperation. “I do. I just improvise a lot.”, he answered cockily. Before you could open your mouth Obi-Wan chimed in. “Enough, you two. Having you two bickering like an old couple will certainly pull everyone’s attention to us. We need to focus now.”, he explained with a stern voice. Through all the heated discussion you hadn’t noticed reaching the steps leading to the buildings entrance. A droid was positioned outside asking you to show him your invitation at which Obi-Wan pulled out a data pad. After the droid scanned your invitation the five of you entered and proceeded to make your way to the elevators.

Having reached the penthouse you are immediately taken aback by the see-through dome spanning above you. The transparisteel enabled your view of a few stars already appearing in the late evening sky. The air was rather humid with a soft smell of flowers coming from the open terrariums lining the walls. The variety of plants ranged from exotic trees, of which the canopies almost reached the dome to colourful flowers and succulents. Seeing so many plants in one place on Coruscant was a very unusual experience and almost overwhelming. Fairy lights adorned many taller plants bathing the room in a warm hue. Only now did you notice the many people of different species with posh clothes gathered into smaller groups all over the floor. At the very end of the floor was a bar positioned where people thirsty from dancing gathered for drinks. On the opposite side, a door led to a huge balcony overseeing the skyline of coruscant.

After taking in the scene, you turned towards Obi-Wan patiently waiting for instructions. Before he could answer though, Skywalker announced that he would go and find the Senator, advising you to observe the crowd before he walked off. You scoffed. Of course, he would be trying to order you around.

“You two spread out and verify that all entrances are covered by security personal before reporting back. Without attracting more attention than necessary, please.”, Obi-Wan informed the two other knights strictly, who had entered behind you. As you watched the two go off into different directions the master turned back towards you, his demeanour softening. “We could pass the time while Anakin comes back with the Senator, what do you think? Meanwhile we could make ourselves more familiar with the floor.”

 “We should attempt to fit in.”, you agreed taking the arm he offered you. Strolling alongside the terrariums you watched the flora in awe.

“Did you know that the plants presented here are all rare and endangered?”, the older man offered in an attempt to socialize.

“Maybe then they should not be taken from their natural environment and displayed for rich people to gawk at.”, you replied in thought whilst shrugging your shoulders.

“A true observation.”, Obi-Wan replied stroking his beard absentmindedly. You caught yourself staring at his fingers for a little too long.

“So... this defector. What do you know about him.”, you asked trying to redirect your focus on the mission at hand.

“As I said before he was a former separatist sympathizer that approached the senate claiming to have invaluable information.”

“And it’s probably not a secret that Senator Amidala was appointed to be a part of his interrogation?”

“No. The separatists have their eyes and ears everywhere. And it would be enough for one corrupt politician to catch wind of the operation for there to be a leak. Since there has already been an attempt on the man’s life since he arrived on Coruscant, the Senate and the Council are worried for the Senator’s life.” Reaching the main seating area surrounding the dance floor, the man let go of your arm. “The interrogation will take place tomorrow, which is why we are exceedingly cautious.”

“I take it you know this Senator Amidala? Are they to be trusted?”, you asked with furrowed brows.

“She is. I have known her for a very long time.”, the Jedi assured you with a soft smile. The fondness he expressed about the woman evoking a strange, unknown feeling in your chest similar to a stab. “You seem overly suspicious?”

“The Senate is filled with corrupt officials, working for other parties of interest like the Separatists or the Trade Federation. I have witnessed it first-hand.”

“You don’t seem overly fond of the Republic.”, Obi-Wan observed with a surprised expression, letting your arm go to face you.

“How could I? I was raised alongside people seeing the darkest parts of this system.”, you stated matter-of-factly. Furrowing his brows, the older man took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding.

“Yes, there are corrupt politicians in the senate. I am not overly fond of politicians myself. But I cannot believe it to be as grim as you make it out to be. The Republic stands for freedom and democracy, fighting for those who cannot protect themselves.”

“That has always been my reality, perhaps your experience is different.”, you answered to which the master responded with a thoughtful nod. Perhaps a topic for another place and time.

Taking a moment to view your surroundings you noticed a bar to the right side of the room where guests were seated with fancy looking beverages in hand. “Would you like a drink?”, Obi-Wan suggested having noticed your line of sight.

“I have actually never tried one before. Such indulgences were deemed unnecessary by Dooku.”, you explained as both of you moved towards the bar. As you followed his lead, the Jedi contacted the other knights, discretely requesting an update on their position. Everything was going as planned. At the bar, Obi-Wan motioned for you to take the only empty seat, while he stood next to you ordering the drinks.

“I’ll have one Ardees and one Corellian Wine for the Lady, please.”, he addressed the Bith bartender. The drinks arrived almost immediately after. “The Jedi also dislike such indulgence but since we are supposed to fit in, I’ll make an exception.”, he continued the conversation, winking at you. Averting your eyes you tried to cover the sudden shyness that overcame you by taking a hesitant sip of your wine. Before you could have embarrassed yourself further, the Jedi master changed the subject.

“How do you like the wine?”, he inquired with curious eyes after you had started coughing from the liquid burning your throat.

“It’s terrible.”, you expressed with your face distorted into a grimace. “What is that bitterness?”

At your reply, Obi-Wan immediately broke out into a laughter. “That would be the alcohol. Most people do not enjoy its taste the first time. Or ever.”

“I wonder why.”, you remarked dryly, but couldn’t hold back a grin at watching his amusement. You had never seen him this light-hearted, you could have almost forgotten why you were here in the first place. You imagined the Jedi rarely had time to relax and enjoy themselves like this.

Before you could continue the conversation you were interrupted by the band starting to play a cheerful tune. Couples of different species flooded to the center of the room, the dancefloor. The people twirling in their beautiful and extravagant gowns seemed to experience a lot of joy at moving to the music.

“I have never danced before.”, you stated in awe at the strange choreography. Obi-Wan simply extended his hand towards you and at first you didn’t understand. Obi-Wan simply nodded towards the dance floor.

“No, I don’t even know-“, you started to protest, but Obi-Wan simply grabbed your arm grinning mischievously at you.

“Simply follow my lead.”, he explained positioning your arms correctly and pulling you a little closer. You had never been this close to anyone before, not without the intention to kill. Your heart started pounding at the unfamiliar proximity. The band started playing a slower song and the two of you fell into a rhythm of steps and occasional twirls. The steps were fairly simple, nevertheless it took you some time to memorize the choreography and you had to apologize for stepping on your partner’s feet from time to time. As Obi-Wan twirled you around the next time, you caught a glance at a couple approaching the dancefloor caught up in conversation.

It was Anakin accompanied by a beautiful, smaller woman. Her attire was simply breath-taking. She wore a delicate, almost transparent rose-coloured gown that flowed around her feet. The hair was held up, braided with delicate flowers in-between complimenting the dark curls.

You noticed that the two of you had stopped dancing, Obi-Wan having also turned towards the two.

As the woman smiled at something Anakin had said, she seemed to light up the entire room. Anakin returned the gesture seemingly genuinely happy. It must have been obvious to anyone watching that there was something unspoken between them.

“I have never seen Anakin smile like that. She must mean a lot to him.”, you said directed at Obi-Wan who had pulled you back into the dance. Sighing he averted his eyes from the couple.

“So you have noticed too? Padme and Anakin have been romantically involved for some time now, even though I have advised Anakin against pursuing her.” So the beautiful woman was indeed the Senator you had been sent to protect. Of course, Anakin would get involved with someone behind the Council’s back. Somehow, the knowledge of their involvement lifted the strange feeling you had experienced earlier.

“Why is that?”

“Attachments are prohibited for Jedi. They distract us from our duty and make us choose other people over what is right. It is dangerous to let those feelings control you and cloud your judgement.” You had not been aware how strictly the code regulated the Jedis’ lives. It seemed almost impossible to you not to form any attachments.

“But everyone longs for intimacy and meaningful relationships. Isn’t it inevitable for attachments to form?”

“That is why we must learn to not let our emotions control us.”

“Do you truly believe in that?”

“I do think it is the right thing, yes. Those feelings will only bring ruin to those not able to control them.”

Somehow, and you didn’t understand why, his statement filled you with sadness. You wanted someone to look at you like Anakin and the Senator looked at each other. You had not been shown kindness and affection most of your life and you wanted to experience it just like they did.

“You want to tell me you have never felt this way for someone?”, you inquired with a mischievous grin on your lips.

“Oh no, I have. Although, I am not proud of it.”, his eyes filled with sadness, and you almost regretted starting that conversation.

The song ended and the two of you stepped apart as Anakin, holding the Senator’s arm, approached you.

“You look truly beautiful this evening, Padme.”, Obi-Wan initiated the conversation. The Senator smiled at his compliment reaching for him to touch her cheek to his. “Thank you, Obi-Wan. It is nice to see you today.” As she stepped back she noticed you, mustering you with a curious expression.

“And you must be the new addition to the Jedi Order.”, she stated surprisingly without any contempt. You would have assumed that Anakin would have told her about you, not putting you in the best light. As the knight in question noticed her focus on you, he protectively reached for her arm meaning for her to refrain from speaking to you. She simply put her hand over his finger and with a reassuring glance he let her step forward.

“Not an addition yet but I hope to be soon.”, you answered her a little taken aback by her openness. You understood why Anakin was under her spell. She radiated elegance and kindness everywhere she went.

“Good, and I assume you have already been briefed on the situation?”, she questioned in a soft but direct tone.

“I have.”

“Thank you for coming, but I still believe your concern is unnecessary, just as I told Anakin. I already have my people here to protect me.”, she explained glancing to a man at the other side of the room watching the crowd intently.

“The council insisted on our involvement. They seem convinced you are in danger, Padme.”, the Master Jedi explained, before being approached by the other two Jedi knights. “I am afraid duty calls. The pleasantries have to wait.” After exchanging some words with the knights, the two and Obi-Wan walk off deep in conversation.

“Anakin, would you please give me and your colleague some room to talk?”, the Senator approached Anakin softly touching his arm. The young man protested yet ultimately moved away. Of course, not before throwing you a threatening look.

“Anakin seems very protective of you.”, you observed watching him disappear into the crowd, probably going after the other Jedi.

Sighing, she followed the direction where her lover had vanished with her gaze. “Yes, he is always concerned for my safety.” Watching her worried expression for a moment, you retorted. “I imagine it was him who convinced the Council to get involved.”

“Yes, that would seem like him.”, she agreed a chuckle escaping her lips, revealing her perfect teeth. The Senator motioned for you to walk alongside her. “I hate to agree with him, but perhaps he is right. It’s reasonable to believe you have a target on your head.”, you added with a sour expression at the thought of giving Anakin any credit.

“That has been true for almost every day of my life. It was as true back when I was Queen of Naboo as it is now as a Senator of the Republic.”, she exclaimed with a serious expression, something that showed you that she probably had to grow up far to fast just like you.

“So you have been a politician your whole life. You must really believe in the Republic to devote your life to it.”

“I truly do. I –“, she continues, but you freeze as you see a red dot appear on the senators chest. Without further thought you push forward pulling her to the ground with you.

A fraction of a second later the sound of shattering transparisteel fills the room, which descends into utter chaos.

To be continued...

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Mirror sex with Sith!Obi Wan thots 😏😏

Imagine him growling, how beautiful you look for him, telling you to look at yourself being so beautiful for him.. 😍

Bestie, I love this idea so much and because I need plot with my porn I got way to into this idea complete with a bad boyfriend and a very understanding Sith Lord boss. Enjoy!!

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x female reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature 18+

Word count: ~3300 (Sith Obi-Wan demands adequate description of his prowess)

Warnings: SMUT! Besides being very, very smutty, this also has a warning of body issues and insults about physical appearance (not from Sith Obi-Wan though, he may be devilish, but he would never insult his sweetheart). 

Note: Look for totally legitimate reasons, Sith Obi-Wan has a full length mirror in his office. He needs to look his absolute best before he struts down the Imperial hallways.

Lord Kenobi looks through the new transparisteel wall that divides his main office from the exterior one where you, his personal assistant, sit at your desk, toiling away through countless forms and files on his behalf. The remodel to the office was intended to let more light in the suite of rooms that make up his offices, but it comes with the bonus of allowing him to observe you more easily. It’s become his favorite pastime, sitting here and imagining what it would be like to have you in all the ways that he truly desires. You’re so beautiful, so captivating, and so submissive to him. You’re the best assistant he’s ever had. It thrills him the way you put so much effort into pleasing him. 

This evening he watches you hard at work, your face with that adorable visage of concentration, your fingers moving deftly over your workscreen, your lips making that kissable pout as you reconsider a calculation, and the way they curl into a smile as you figure out the issue and resolve it. He watches you stand and stretch. He loves the way your uniform hugs your curves. He ogles your breasts as they strain against the fabric of your tight jacket. He’s about to call you into his office with some excuse just so he can talk to you, when your comm chirps signaling an incoming holo message. A blue image of a handsome lieutenant flashes up from the screen, making Lord Kenobi frown.

You look at the time in shock when the call from your boyfriend comes in. It’s late in the day, about an hour past when you had originally planned to leave. 

“Hello, Tyler, I’m sorry, I know what you’re going to say, I just got caught up here,” you try to explain. You drop back into your chair to talk to him.

“I’ve been waiting here at the restaurant for over 15 minutes,” he remarks, his voice icy, “Did you forget we had plans? Did Lord Kenobi invent some reason to keep you after hours again?”

“No, I know, and I’m sorry,” you apologize again, “It’s just that some last minute changes came in for Lord Kenobi’s budget and I needed to make sure all the numbers were correct right away. He didn’t even ask me to do it, I just wanted to get it done.”

“It’s always the same with you. Perfect Lord Kenobi is all important. I thought this time you’d make an exception, put me first for a change,” Tyler admonishes you, “You know how I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“What are you talking about, you just made the reservations yesterday,” you reply, “I didn’t think this was a special occasion.”

“What does it matter if it is a special occasion or not? You always chose him over me,” Tyler accuses.

“Tyler, Lord Kenobi is my boss, technically, he’s your boss too or have you forgotten?” you ask. You’re tired of this argument, tired of Tyler’s jealousy over Lord Kenobi and your work. 

“Just because he’s your boss doesn’t mean you need to simper and scrape for him the way you do. It’s sickening,” he tells you angrily, “It’s like you think if you can show him what a good girl you can be for him, he’ll deign to fuck you.” 

You gasp in response to that statement.

“Tyler! Watch your mouth! He might hear you!” You should never have taken this call.

“You’re not even denying it this time, are you?!?” Tyler yells, 

“Tyler, why are you being like this? I’m just a little late, if I leave right now, I can be there in about 10 minutes,” you try another tactic to try to defuse the situation.

But Tyler has worked himself up into a snit, “Just admit it already, that’s what you want isn’t it, to fuck your boss? Or have you already been screwing him behind my back?”

“Tyler, please don’t be like this,” you implore him, “You know I’ve been faithful to you.”

“Only because Lord Kenobi would never be interested in a nobody like you. You could drop your panties right in front of him and he’d turn up his nose in disgust. I’ve seen the women he fucks, they’re gorgeous. There’s no way someone as plain and ugly as you could even tempt him.” Tyler has gotten nasty now.

“Tyler, how can you say that to me?” Your voice shakes with emotion as hot tears spill over your cheeks. 

“It’s the truth, I’m done with you, you’re pathetic, go snivel to your precious Lord Kenobi, ugly bitch,” Tyler gets in one more pot shot before cutting the transmission. 

You’re crying harder now, shocked that Tyler could say something so awful to you. You know he’s been somewhat suspicious of Lord Kenobi for a while now, but you’ve always been able to set his mind at ease before. You’re sorry you ever admitted having a little crush on your superior officer, not that you ever dreamed something would come of it. You didn’t realize just how much Tyler had taken it to heart and let his jealousy grow. You’re scouring your purse for a tissue or something to dry your tears, when a soft linen handkerchief is held up in front of your face. 

You look up to see the concerned face of your boss, and wordlessly you take the cloth from him. Your face is burning with shame and humiliation, knowing that he must have heard that entire argument. He steps away for a moment and you do your best to pull yourself together. When he comes back he’s brought you a steaming mug of tea. 

“Drink this, sweetheart,” he says as he hands it to you. He leans against your desk, sitting on it somewhat, watching you.

You sip at the hot liquid, made exactly the way you like it. 

“Th-thank you, sir,” you tell him, a bit awkwardly. You look down at your lap, too embarrassed to meet his eye and catch sight of the streaks of your mascara staining the pristine cloth bearing his monogram, “I’ve ruined your handkerchief.”

“Think nothing of it, my dear, I have plenty.” His voice is calm.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that,” you apologize and try to explain, “Tyler had no right to say such things. I can’t believe he said that I- that you-”

You don’t know how you can finish that sentence without having to repeat Tyler’s terrible words. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart, you don’t have to explain,” Lord Kenobi tells you. 

He’s trying to keep his expression neutral, but inside he’s smirking with glee. Lieutenant Tyler Clarret was the last roadblock he had in getting what he wants. The lieutenant had a right to be jealous, Obi-Wan had been trying to come between you and him. He did purposely keep you late at work many times, enjoying that he could spend extra time with you and have you all to himself. The corner of his mouth turns up; now, he can make his move.

“Lieutenant Clarret is wrong though, if you dropped your panties in front of me, I would be delighted,” he flirts with you.

You look surprised and then give him a wobbly smile, “You’ve got quite the sense of humor, sir, that cheered me up, thank you, a good joke.”

Obi-Wan reaches his hand out to caress your cheek. His fingers move down to capture your jaw and he tips your chin up so that you meet his eyes completely. 

“I wasn’t joking, my dear, I would consider it quite the honor if you would deign to let me touch you,” he turns Tyler’s words around to his own devices, “Would you like me to touch you, my beautiful assistant?”

His smile is sly, teasing and flirtatious, and his voice is like honey, sweet and syrupy. You lean into his gentle hand, and for a moment you imagine he could be serious. But there’s no way he can be, you tell yourself.

“That’s kind of you to say, sir, but I know I’m not your type of woman,” you look away from him, pulling away from those teasing eyes. “But thank you for helping me feel better.”

“Look at me,” his voice is commanding but gentle, “You didn’t answer my question. Would you like me to touch you?”

You look back, meeting his eyes again. His gaze is piercing and intense, it fills you with heat, and before you can stop yourself you breathe out,

“Yes, yes, I want you to touch me.”

“Good, because I intend to,” he states, his voice deep and firm. He stands up and takes your hand, tugging lightly to help you to your feet. “Come with me.”

Lord Kenobi leads you into his office, closing the door behind him and pressing a button that turns the normally clear glass wall opaque. He steers you to stand in front of a full length mirror that hangs on the wall in his office. You’ve seen him primping at it before, making sure he looks impeccable before a meeting. Now though you’re staring at your own reflection. Your face is a bit puffy from crying, but otherwise it’s just regular old you, although with handsome Lord Kenobi standing behind you. He leans in, his face just above your shoulder, his lips at your ear.

“You said you weren’t my type of woman, but you’re wrong, look how beautiful you are, how exquisite.”

His hands trail down your body, caressing you while he opens your jacket and then pushes it from your shoulders. Underneath you have on a sleeveless silk top that is just a touch transparent, showing just a hint of your bra underneath. His large hands come up to cup your breasts, kneading them softly.

“I’m not though, I’m not beautiful like that,” you try to protest, but it’s hard with the way his hands are moving over you appreciatively.

“Yes, you are. You’re so enchanting. I love to look at you, it’s why I remodeled the office, just so I could appreciate your beauty all day long,” he whispers in your ear, low and intimate.

That news makes you gasp, “You did?”

He gives you a knowing smile and nods as you look at him in the mirror. You watch, captivated, as his lips caress your neck, kissing you before he slides your top off your body. A soft groan rumbles in his chest as he reveals your lace-clad breasts to his eyes. 

“If I knew you were hiding sexy little things like this under your clothing, I would have taken them off you sooner,” Lord Kenobi tells you, his skillful fingers undoing your trousers next, “Let’s see if you have pretty little panties on to match.”

You thank the Maker that you do have on a very pretty set today. You had originally planned for Tyler to see them, but you’re so much happier to have Lord Kenobi be the one to have that pleasure.

Swiftly, he yanks away the rest of your uniform, not stopping until you're standing only in your underwear in the middle of his office.  

“Look at you, so gorgeous,” he drawls, “I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense about you not being my type of woman.”

Obi-Wan presses himself against you, letting you feel him, hard and hot against your backside. His hands flow over your body, groping at your curves. He takes his time, enjoying the view of your lingerie and appreciating every inch of skin he can reach. He turns your head away from the mirror but only so he can finally kiss your lips. His hands may be patient for now, but his mouth is demanding. His lips open yours so his tongue can plunge inside. He kisses you until you’re gasping for air, letting you breathe for only a moment before he’s back at it.

He stops kissing you and turns you back to look at your own reflection. Your lips are now slightly swollen from his kisses, your chest is heaving, and your eyes are glowing. You do feel beautiful, your eyes meet his through the glass and you smile at him.

“That’s my sweetheart,” he murmurs to you, “See how beautiful you look in my hands.”

Those hands move now to peel your bra from your body. They knead your breasts, lifting them up and molding them to his liking. His elegant fingers circle your nipples, brushing over them to tease them and make you moan. Then one of his hands travels downward, pushing into your panties. His finger glides into your wetness, exploring your most sensitive parts. He finds your clit, and applies the perfect pressure to it, circling around and then rubbing over the top. His other fingers have pushed the lace cup of your bra out of the way to free one breast and give him better access to your hardened nipple.

“L- Lord Kenobi,” you whimper, and then moan loudly as he pushes two long fingers deep inside you. 

“I love the way you say my name,” he replies, his mouth on your neck again, this time biting and sucking.

His fingers curl up to find that soft spongy spot that makes your toes curl and you whimper for him again. His thumb strums at your clit now.  A hot flame of pleasure is burning deep within you and with each pass of his talented fingers another moan spills from your lips. You watch the salacious scene playing out in front of you in the mirror. It makes you even wetter and you hear Lord Kenobi let out a lewd moan of his own.

“I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart, I need to have you,” he groans in your ear, “Tell me you want that.”

“I do,” you reassure him breathlessly. 

Almost reluctantly he pulls his hand out of your panties so he can tug them down your legs and off you. With a wave of his hand your bra unfastens and you shrug it off quickly. He takes one long appreciative look at you and then yanks you to him roughly, your nude form pressed against his perfectly clothed one. He kisses you with such intensity it's as if you're being kissed for the first time, finally understanding how kissing was meant to be.

Your hands move over his starched jacket, and you sigh, “You’re wearing way too many clothes, I can hardly feel you.”

“I’m happy to remedy that for you, sweetheart,” he replies between kisses. But it’s only when you daringly cup him through his trousers that he pulls away from you with a growl and begins tearing at his clothes.

When he’s finally gloriously naked, you find yourself licking your lips as your eyes travel the length of his well toned chest, his sculpted abdominals, and down to finally rest on his very well-endowed cock. 

“You’re even more handsome than I dreamed,” you sigh, tipping your head and staring as if you’ll never get your fill.

“So you have dreamed of me like this, hmm?” A devilishly playful smile adorns his face.

“I may have indulged in a fantasy or two,” you admit shyly, biting your lip.

“I want to hear about those sometime,” he says as he’s moving his large desk chair over in front of the mirror, “But for now, I would very much like to indulge in one of my favorite fantasies.”

He takes a seat on the chair, and gestures for you to come to him.

“I want you to sit in my lap facing the mirror, I don’t want you to miss a moment of seeing the pleasure I’m going to give you,” he instructs you.

You follow his lead, letting his hands guide you into position so that you’re straddling his lap, feet on the floor with your pussy hovering over where he wants it the most. He lifts his hips so that the head of his cock glides through your wetness and bumps up against your clit. You groan from his teasing and sway your hips chasing more of that wonderful feeling until his hand on your hip squeezes and you hold still.

“Watch the mirror, sweetheart, I want you to see the exact moment when I make you mine,” Lord Kenobi commands. 

His hands tug you downward and you watch as his length disappears inside of you, stretching you open so much so that you wonder if you can take him. He feels incredible though and you know you want more. You take a deep breath and sink down further and gasp as he thrusts his hips upward to meet you. The motion makes him hit your g-spot so perfectly that you’re already seeing stars. As you’re fully seated, you feel him deep within you and you clench around him tightly.

Obi-Wan’s hands come up to cradle your breasts and he leans you back against his chest, your head tipped slightly to the side so you can both see your reflection in the mirror.

“Absolutely gorgeous, just as I knew we would be,” he says and then rolls his hips making you moan.

He keeps you like that for a bit, rolling his hips and letting you grind on him as his hands touch and tease you all over. His lips caress your neck and your ear as he whispers filthy compliments to you,

“This perfect cunt is all mine now, no other man will ever satisfy you like I can, no other man will even get to see this beautiful cunt, only me.”

His possessiveness should scare you, but it only makes you wetter for him and you circle your hips desperate for more. 

“Move, sweetheart, ride me the way you need to,” he tells you, his hands coming back to hold your hips.

With his strong arms directing you, you rise and fall on him, getting into a good rhythm. When you’re gliding so fluidly above him, he shifts his hips following your movements so that he can fuck up into you each time as you move down. You watch the two of you in the mirror, positively entranced by the lewd dance you’ve created. You’re so wet that you can hear the slick sounds of your coupling. The combination of sight and sound only fuels your desire for him and that beautiful burn of pleasure is back, deep within your core. 

“It’s so good, we look so good together,” you manage to tell him. You wish you could speak more eloquently right now but his cock is quickly chasing all thoughts from your brain. You ride him faster, your back arching as you chase your high.

“Are you ready to see yourself come, sweetheart?” He asks as his fingers find your clit again, roughly circling it and making you cry out.

You can’t tear your eyes away from the mirror, from the way his fingers dance over your body, to the hypnotic undulation of your hips, it’s so decadently lascivious. You see yourself start to tremble in your Sith Lord’s arms, and then it hits you, a climax so powerful that it consumes you in white hot heat. You see his lips make the word ‘beautiful’ in the mirror, but you can’t hear it over your keening cry of his name. 

Obi-Wan keeps moving, fucking you through your orgasm. Your cunt is pulsing around him, and he can’t hold back any longer. He pushes himself as far as he can inside you, spilling his seed deep and claiming you fully. He bites down on your neck as he comes, loving the way you cry out again for him.

“My lovely girl did so well for me, so utterly dazzling, so perfect,” he’s crooning praise to you as you slowly come back to yourself.

“My lord, that was so wonderful, and you were right, we look beautiful together, and I loved watching us,” you tell him, your eyes holding his golden gaze through the mirror.

His hands are still gently caressing you, appreciating every inch of your skin.

“I think you’ll find that I am always right,” he replies, “Now, just wait until you see the mirror over my bed.”

Thanks for reading! Definitely more Sith Obi-Wan to come 😈

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[qvnthesia]

It’s been a bit of a rough year for you (and us), but throughout that, you’ve managed to build many OCs and outlines. What’s your thought process while you make character profiles and backgrounds? Where do you start and how much of it is intentional/planned?

(my reaction the second i finished reading the question)

While we definitely be hanging onto our lifespans, I indeed have somehow managed to create a grand total of 10 OCs (yes, I just checked the number and my eyes just went 👀).

Special spoilers for ye faithful and ever-loving readers of mine — the OCs belong from a range of fandoms, which are Marvel, Fantastic Beasts, the Hunger Games, Star Wars, X-Men, and Kingsman 😏

(coming back to the main point)

Why OCs?

I got frustrated and cringed out by the use of Y/N — and still do. Honestly, there are so many stories I've read that have impeccable structure and flow... until I have to read things like 'why-en' and 'why-slash-e-slash-see' (y/e/c) and it just distrupts the overall imagery you're building up in your head as a reader/writer and just sounds extremely stilted when it's overused.

This is THE main reason why I'm also going to be re-writing two fics of mine, replacing 'Y/N' with proper OCs, because I'm just too tired and embarassed of employing the usage of the term.

What’s your thought process while you make character profiles and backgrounds? Where do you start?

Suppose I'm writing a fic oriented around Obi-Wan Kenobi and a female OC during the Clone Wars time period. Here's how my thought process goes.

[Note that all of these points have to executed TOGETHER in order to create a satisfactory OC.]

Make your OC subtly unique. Whenever people tend to write OC fics, they always make the OC stand out to the reader, characters and the fic universe, which isn't supposed to happen. Part of creating an OC is to make them unique to the characters at the beginning of the story. That's it. A common example is that a majority of the OCs always end up having a double-bladed lightsaber with an uncommon colour. While that may look aesthetic, that just makes them stand out from a physical perspective. That's not the point - make them stand out from an internal perspective, i.e., by their thoughts and their problems. After all, your characters drive your story ahead - like when Anakin chose to kneel before Sidious, and when Luke chose to throw away his weapon because he wanted to be a Jedi just like his father before him.

Establish your OC's future relationships. They do say the company you keep ends up defining you and your choices. If I'm making my Star Wars OC a Sith, the logical thing for the OC would be in association with Sidious, Maul, Dooku, or the Separatists. If the OC is a Jedi, than a logical association would be to be childhood friends with Obi-Wan if you're going for friends to lovers, or a (former) padawan under Mace Windu and indulge in a rivals to lovers dynamic - or if you love the age-gap thang, you could have a master-padawan dynamic with the OC being a sister/friend to Anakin and Ahsoka.

Assign a set of characteristics to your OC — even the physical look. Why I'm saying this because while you're creating an OC, racial dynamics always matter. You can't run away from them, because they are a reflection of problems in reality - which are what all stories are in some manner or the other. How you create the look is a method unique to you.

Coin a name for an OC that tunes in with the vibe of your fic's universe and your character's personality. When you say 'Oh-bee-wan-key-no-bee', it's like a rhyme - there's a sense of synchronicity felt in the name when you say it. You can feel the same when you say Ahsoka Tano, and (-going off-universe-) Steve Rogers, Raven Darkhölme, Cersei Lannister, Darth Vader, Haymitch Abernathy, Natasha Romanoff, Theseus Scamander, etc. You could add middle names [Lucy Gray Baird], use alliterative names [Peter Parker] or use nicknames [Eggsy Unwin]. Names with meaning are also appreciated, but as long as they smoothly roll-off the tongue [Perseus 'Percy' Jackson] - even a ridiculous one, like Lester Papadopoulos, gets pulled off if it rolls off well.

Flesh out your OC. Strengths, weakness, potential reactions to seeing characters and being put in risky situations, everything. The more you get to know your character - and the in-universe lore - the more you can write them well.

Make it make sense - if your OC's as committed as a Jedi than Obi-Wan, maybe even more, why? What's their reason? What drives their spirit? If your OC's destined to be the most powerful Sith in existence and be a threat to Sidious' potential, how and why? What were the circumstances? The backstory? Don't go ahead and make your OC a messiah out of nowhere with no logical explanation. It's not just the backstory, but also the character's internal drive of morals, limitations and decision-making that make up the character's strengths and flaws.

P.S. Plotting is 10000% recommended, but as I said, the method/process is always unique to you.

'How you create the look is a method unique to you' - what methods do you use?

There are certain actresses/actors that always end up coming in my mind when I'm in the middle of creating an OC. Thing is, I'm comfortable with using present actresses/actors because I know the boundary between the character and the actor. I only use them for the look and the action scenes, nothing more. I also use ChatGPT (input a prompt and adjust it to my needs) to seek suggestions since I'm picturing real-life people as the physical manifestation of my OC.

If you're not comfortable with my methods, that's okay! You can use any illustrations or random face-claims you find, it's YOUR character and YOUR story 💖🎀

And finally...

...how much of it is intentional/planned?

It always begins as planned, but then I plot the story and eventually it becomes 50% planned and 50% intentional/instinctual.

Thank you for your ask <33 Have a lovely day/night ahead!

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[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Dusk of Heroes

AN: Hey everybody, welcome to the Star Wars and Avengers crossover that I told you about earlier this year. The final pairing for this fic will be Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader and there will be some platonic Maul x Reader

The warnings for this chapter are mentions of war, violence, fighting, guns, death, betrayal and cursing.

If you would like to be tagged in this fic, please let me know by leaving a comment on the fic or by sending me an ask. The mood board was made by me on Canva with images that I found on Google; credits to the original owners of the images.

Chapter 1

A cold, bitter wind swept over the landscape.  The only shelter from the harsh wind could be found by huddling near one of the ruined buildings that dotted the land.

You were unwilling to accept that small comfort because of the dangers that lurked in those buildings.  They were crawling with cameras and guards who had walkie talkies that instantly connected them to government officials or worse, the Jedi that allied themselves with what used to be the American government.

A creaking sound grabbed your attention and you watched as a once sturdy building trembled before collapsing a few metres in front of you.  The chilly wind surged forwards and you shivered, hugging yourself tightly in a last-ditch attempt to preserve some warmth.

“I’ve stayed here too long.  I gotta keep moving,” you thought.  Carefully, you peeked out from your hiding spot and when you were certain that you couldn’t hear any helicopters, you darted forwards.

You ran for a few minutes, pausing behind an abandoned, overturned car on a bridge that offered some protection from the wind.  Weeks ago, you would have simply made your way to the Avengers compound and huddled in front of the heater but now, you were grateful for smaller comforts, like the gloves that protected your hands.

There was another crash and you cast a worried eye around you.  No buildings seemed to be crumbling to the ground but as you looked around more crashing sounds reached your ears.

Against your better judgement, you crept forwards.  About fifty metres in front of you were three men duelling with what appeared to be light swords.  You rested your hands on the metal of the overturned car and raised yourself to the tips of your feet to get a better look.

Two men looked like they were pushing a third backwards.  All of the men had different coloured light swords.  One was red.  Another was green and the last man, who seemed to be the youngest, had a blue sword.  Despite the fact that the man wielding the red light sword had a double blade, he seemed to be fighting defensively.  The two men pursuing him seemed to be more than a match for him.

The green light sword came dangerously close to the legs of the man that wielded the red light sword.  The light illuminated the legs of the man with the red light sword and you raised a hand to your mouth to cover your gasp of horror.  The man’s legs were metal. Your mind instantly thought of Rhodey and what had happened to him when he was fighting alongside Tony.

Luckily none of the duelling men had heard your gasp.  Unfortunately for the man wielding the red light sword, the younger man with the blue light sword, disarmed him with an elegant move that you would have applauded if it were any other situation.

The older of the three men held his green blade to the disarmed man’s throat.  Even though the disarmed man had fallen to his knees, there was an air of defiance as he kept his head raised and waited for what he thought was the inevitable.

“He might be willing to accept his fate, but I certainly am not!” Recklessly, you reached out with your powers and commanded the water to become a gigantic wave and crash onto the men.  The water obeyed your command, dousing each of the men with a large quantity of water.

The men who were still standing spun around and focused on the water.   Sensing that they were distracted, the kneeling man reached forward and snatched his deactivated light sword off of the ground, quietly rose onto his legs, and sprinted away into the shadows.

Then the two man who had been staring at the water looked down at their light swords which were no longer lit.  It didn’t take them long to realise that the man they had defeated had escaped.  Once they did, the air grew heavy with rage; it was so thick it felt like you were choking on it.

The rage in the air disappeared as quickly as it came and to your horror, the men turned in your direction.  You flattened yourself against the underside of the car, hoping that the metal would be enough to protect you as you tried to control your terrified heart.

Footsteps drew closer and you could hear the crunching of glass as they drew nearer.  You prepared yourself for a confrontation.

Then a noise that you’ve never heard before reached your ears.  Bolts of light peppered the ground in front of the car that you were hiding behind, forcing your assailants to halt in their tracks.  The bolts of light continued hitting the ground and your assailants swore in an unfamiliar language as they retreated. 

You gazed up.  Directly above you appeared to be a ship that looked a little like a shoe.  The bolts of light were coming from guns mounted to either side of the shoe-ship.

Then you heard what sounded like repulsors firing up and you swear your heart stopped.

“TONY!” You saw the bright light leave Iron Man’s raised palms and strike the ground just behind the fleeing men.  The combination of structural damage from the bolts of light and Tony’s repulsor blasts cracked the ground.  The cracks spread rapidly, sending the two men hurtling into the water below.

There was a thud and Tony landed next to you, “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”  He stated, his face plate sliding upwards to reveal his grinning face and worried eyes.

“Yes, yes.  Touching reunion and all that.”  A gruff male voice sounded from Tony’s armoured arm, “Reunions are always better when everyone’s alive.”

“Yeah, yeah, Fett.  We’ll be up there in a sec.”  Tony replied.

“If you’re not up here within ten seconds, I’m taking off and leaving you here to fend for yourselves.”

“He wouldn’t.”  Tony assured you as he held out his arms and you walked into his embrace.

“I would.”  Fett grumbled once you had looped your arms around Tony and his face plate slid back down to conceal his face.

The repulsors fired again except this time, it was the ones on Tony’s feet.  You pressed your cheek into his armoured chest as he flew the two of you upwards.

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[entropicquilibriumofchaos]

Masterlist

New and Improved!

Fics that are in italic may contain content that is not suitable for minors. 18+ only please.

NBC Hannibal 

nfwmb (Will Graham/Hannibal/Original Female Character): Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Hiatus)

Dog Days of Fall

Star Wars

Choosing Sides (Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi/Jedi!OC): Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 (Hiatus)

Safe & Sound (Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano)

Reassurance (Obi-Wan & Padawan!Reader)

Karaoke Night (Obi-Wan/f!Reader) 

Always and Only You (Obi-Wan/Reader)

Thank the Maker (Obi-Wan/gn!Reader)

Stranger Things

Master of Puppets (Kas!Eddie Munson x Original Female Character): Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (Finished)

Non-Specific

A Good Morning (Reader/Unnamed Male Love Interest)

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[cora-vizsla]

Obi Wan Kenobi Masterlist

Hypnotic Sith!Obi Wan x Jedi!OC Explicit (18+)

Prologue Chapter 1 - A Sith and a Jedi Climb into a Ship Chapter 2 - Nightmares Chapter 3 - Do You Yield, Darling?

Original Version (Completed May 3, 2021)

Into The Dark (Sequel to Hypnotic) (Ongoing) Sith!Obi Wan x Jedi!OC Explicit (18+) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 A Chance Encounter (Sith!Obi Wan x Female!Reader One Shot)(complete)

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[ao3feed-obikin]

One Lass Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059 by Kenob1s "One day you will ask me which life is more important mine or yours, I will say mine, then you will walk away not knowing you're my life" Two padawan spark a forbidden romance and have to face the consequences of war. [AshokaTano x Oc] [Season 1- Season 7 of the Clone wars] Words: 256, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Female Character(s), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Clone Troopers (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Jedi Council (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, Jedi Characters (Star Wars) Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Original Female Character(s), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Jedi Reader (Star Wars), Fluff, Angst, Useless Lesbians, Sith Magic & Rituals (Star Wars), Friends to Lovers, One Big Happy Family, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lightsabers (Star Wars), Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Father-Daughter Relationship, Brother-Sister Relationships, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Sad, Everyone Needs A Hug, Gay, Teen Romance, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Temple (Star Wars), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Spoilers, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059

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