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ficsforfandoms · 8 months
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The Rest Of My Life
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Prompt - ‘I’d like to laugh with her for the rest of my life.’ 
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It didn’t take a genius to figure out Christian, any fool who took a single glance at him could sum him up quite as easily as somebody who had known him since he was just a small boy. They would tell you he was a man in love, in love with what nobody could ever guess. There was never a woman in his life, Christian had no experience with love and yet his whole life seemed to revolve around love.
Christian himself would tell you how beautiful love was, how it was all one needed to be happy. He was content to sit at his typewriter for hours on end, his fingers dancing quickly across the keys in a desperate attempt to keep up with each new thought and idea that came to him.
Love was beautiful. It was breathtaking. It made the world a better place. Christian could spend the rest of his life waxing the most adoring words to describe the feeling of being loved and being in love.
He might never have been in love but oh how he had dreamed of it. The feeling of his lover curled into his chest, his fingers trailing through soft hair, caressing her cheek before feeling her lips against his, the words he wrote suddenly having a new meaning because they were all about her.
Christian wanted to be in love more than anything.
It was perhaps for that reason that Christian hadn’t protested so much when Toulouse insisted he joined them at the Moulin Rouge that evening, a place he would never usually have frequented but he knew he wouldn’t find love sitting in his room. It was one of the reasons he had left London, he needed to put himself out there, he needed to find her.
So he went to the Moulin Rouge and he stared in wide eyed wonderment at the sights, there were so many different types of people, lights and jewels shone around the room, Christian wasn’t able to take everything in fast enough before the girls were singing and his attention was pulled to the front of the room.
He was quick to join in on the festivities as Toulouse pulled him along with a giant grin on his face, the music loud and the drink in his hand cold, Christian was singing and dancing along with the rest of the crowd in no time.
You were the first to spot him, watching as he laughed with his group of friends, looking so happy and carefree, like there was nothing bad in the world. He was beautiful, of that there was no doubt, but there was something about him beyond his beauty that seemed to pull you to him.
You stayed where you were though, despite wanting to make your way over to him, choosing instead to just observe him. You were quick to look away when he turned your way, focusing on the near empty drink in your head and hoping when you turned back he hadn’t disappeared from view.
Christian was enchanted in a second of seeing you. Alone at the bar, bringing a glass to your lips, Christian couldn’t look away if he tried. The flood of people separating you seemed to vanish from view for Christian, the songs and the dancing suddenly not all that interesting to him anymore. Of course how could they be when compared to you?
“Toulouse,” Christian said, not looking away from you as he called his friend's attention, “she’s beautiful.”
“So go and talk to her.” Toulouse encouraged and if only it could be that simple, for him to simply walk across the room and close the distance between the two of you.
“Oh I couldn’t!” Christian insisted, finally pulling his gaze from you to look at Toulouse with wide eyes. “I wouldn’t know what to say, what to do! She looks like a woman I could only dream about, what chance would a penniless nobody like me have with a woman like that?”
“Christian, it is easy, just tell her you think she’s beautiful and go from there. Don’t you think she should have a say in whether she wants to be with you?” Toulouse asked, smirking when Christian didn’t immediately shoot him down but instead turned back to you.
“Perhaps you’re right.” Christian said absentmindedly, his attention solely on you again. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Good luck!” Toulouse’s call was muffled as Christian made his way through the crowd, people moving this way and that, causing him to stumble his way through the sea of people before he finally made his way to where you sat alone at the bar, hands wrapped around an empty glass.
“Excuse me?” Christian started and you couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice to your right, glancing over when you saw the man from across the room standing nervously at your side. “If you wouldn’t mind the company, I’d quite like to join you.”
Your smile widened and Christian was mesmerised. He could sit and stare at you all day, already he had hundreds of words running through his head that he was desperate to type out, finally having real inspiration for his poems.
“Please do take a seat.” You told him, gesturing to the seat next to you and Christian had to control his smile at your voice, you sounded as beautiful as you looked, a voice he’d quite like to listen to for the rest of his life.
“Could I buy you another drink?” Christian offered as he gestured down to your empty glass.
“I’d like that, thank you.”
It wasn’t long before the two of you had drinks in front of you, Christian unable to look away from you for even a single moment whereas you kept glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, thankful that he seemed as captivated by you as you were for him.
“I’m sorry, how rude of me, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Christian.” He introduced himself, a pink flush spreading across his check that you could help but giggle softly at, a sound that had Christian’s heart speeding up.
“Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You told him with a smile and Christian wanted you to always smile at him like that.
“You truly are beautiful, Y/N.” Christian said, the words falling from his lips seemingly without his permission if his wide eyes and startled look was anything to go by but you just laughed again and the sound alone seemed to calm him.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked him and watched as his eyebrows knitted together before he shook his head. “I figured, most men don’t speak to any women here quite so nicely.”
“That’s ridiculous! Surely somebody else must have noticed your beauty? One look from across the room and I knew I just had to know you!” Christian exclaimed, baffled at your words.
“You’re a romantic sort, aren’t you? I’ve never heard anyone speak quite like you do.” You told him with a soft smile, glad he had come to join you.
“Oh yes! I love everything about love, there’s no better feeling, nothing better in the whole world than love!” Christian told you enthusiastically and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.
Christian felt himself blush under your smile, knowing how he could get when the subject of love was brought up. Suddenly, here before you, it felt like everything he had known about love was wrong, it was so much more consuming than he could have ever thought it would be.
“I wish I believed in love half as much as you seem to.” You told him wistfully, glancing down into your drink and missing Christian’s wide eyed look of horror.
“You don’t believe in love?” He exclaimed and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“It’s not that I don’t believe in love, of course it’s real,” You said before sighing, “It’s just that, I don’t know, sometimes I wonder if I was ever made to be loved like that.”
“Of course you were.” Christian said once the words were out of your mouth and you turned to look at him in confusion, he debated whether he should carry on before deciding it was worth it. “Of course you were made to be loved, I knew the moment I saw you that you were put here, right here in Montmartre, here on this very night in the Moulin Rouge, to be loved!”
“You can’t possibly mean that, Christian.” You brushed him off with a huff of a laugh but continued looking at him, the determined look on his face had you doubting your own words.
“But I do.” He insisted. “You see, I’m a poet, I write about love and never have I met anybody in my whole life who gives my words meaning. Suddenly everything I have ever written about faceless people seems dreadfully dull when compared to what I want to write about you!”
“I’ve never been loved before.” You told him softly.
“I’ve never been in love before.” He admitted, his voice just as quiet as yours and the two of you remained that way for several moments, the noises of the Moulin Rouge muted around you.
“You hardly know me.” You finally said, not sure if it was an attempt to stop whatever seemed to be occurring or an invitation for him to accept.
“I’d like to though, more than anything in the whole world.” He told you, everything about him radiated sincerity. “I quite think I’d like to spend the rest of my life getting to know you.”
You were silent again, left speechless as you stared at the man who gave you a sheepish smile, reaching up to push his hair back nervously as he waited for you to say something. You weren’t quite sure you could find any words though at the moment so instead just nodded, strangely taken with the young man and wanting to know him as much as he did you.
“Would you like to leave? We could go anywhere you like.” Christian asked and you nodded again, allowing him to take your hand and lead you away from the bright lights.
The two of you stayed that way, walking alongside each other long after the music and singing coming from the Moulin Rouge had faded, hands entwined as you both filled the silence. Christian told you about why he had come to Paris, leaving behind a life in London in exchange for a chance to make a new one, one filled with love and poetry. You told him about your life too, telling him of the adventures that you had that had led you all the way to Paris and the Moulin Rouge.
The two of you wandered the streets for hours, barely noticing the time pass as you traded secrets and stories. It wasn’t until yawns started to interrupt your conversations that you both realised that hours had passed since you’d left the Moulin Rouge.
“I don’t want this night to end.” Christian told you, looking at you with a sad, regretful look. “I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a night like this one.”
“I can say the same thing myself. I’ve rather liked getting to know you, Christian.” You said and watched as his expression morphed into a smile.
“We will do this again, won’t we? Oh, please say we will, Y/N!” Christian exclaimed, causing you to laugh, smiling brightly at him and Christian found himself returning the gesture without a second thought.
Your smile truly was contagious.
“I’d like nothing more.” You told him truthfully, giggling again as his smile spread impossibly wider as he pulled you closer to him.
“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you immediately agreed, even after spending so long together tonight you wanted to stay with him a little while longer.
The walk home consisted of much softer spoken conversation, the both of you knowing that in a matter of minutes you’d have to part ways. When your building came into sight you sighed softly and turned to Christian.
“I can’t wait to see you again.” Christian said as he reached over to brush a strand of hair away before his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.
He gave you plenty of time to pull away but instead you leaned forward, meeting him halfway. Christian suddenly understood every word he had ever read, he realised every cliche was real when he felt your lips against his, the world around him forgotten as he kissed you back until you were both breathless and forced to pull away.
“Goodnight Christian.” You murmured, leaning up to place a lingering kiss against his lips before stepping back to memorise the dazed look on Christian’s face.
“Goodnight Y/N.” Christian whispered, keeping his gaze on you until you’d disappeared behind the closed door of your apartment building.
He stayed where he was for a few moments longer, just smiling to himself with the memory of your lips against his running through his head. You were truly unlike anybody he had ever met before, someone he knew he had to know, had to keep in his life.
Christian walked home with his smile firmly in place and let himself into his own rooms, shrugging his coat off before taking a seat at the table, his trusty typewriter already waiting for him.
Tonight I met her, the girl who gives meaning to every word of love, each line sounds beautiful and new because of her. Suddenly I know what love is, an all-encompassing feeling that I will treasure for the rest of my life, a life I hope to share with her. She’s beautiful, not just in the way she looks but in the way she talks, in the way she laughs. I laughed more tonight than I ever have in my life. I think…no I know I’d like to laugh with her for the rest of my life.
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ladyofhellhounds · 2 years
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Until I saw you again
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First part : Until we weren't
A/N: My requests are open right now and this might be really long, the show gave me inspiration to finally make a second part, now I feel like writing a part 3 but idk
Warnings : No
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Every night Obi-Wan had the same dream: You getting killed by Darth Vader
After the last encounter he wanted to go after you and bring you back to the light, but he couldn't, the poor man was filled with pain and fear. So leaving Tattooine again sounded like a very stupid idea.
Leaving Luke without protection was also risky but he thought about the time he had to save little Leia... somehow he made it back to the sand planet
The first time he saw you as a sith was after he rescued Leia and left her in Alderaan
Of all the people he ever met he would have never imagined you becoming an inquisitor, he knew you very well. You used to be light in its purest form... but pain can destroy everyone, even himself
Now, you didn't kill him so it had to mean something, right? That's what motivated Obi Wan to go after you. The hardest part was to locate your position, it took him years to decide, but finally he chose to fight for your redemption
He had to pay for information, Coruscant, that's where he would find you... but he would find you hunting the remaining of the jedi? Or he would find you hiding from the empire?
You should have killed him, maybe if you got rid of him you would be in peace. But you couldn't, his eyes only created problems for you.
It was all coming back to you, the way he kissed you, touched you, needed you... you missed all of those things but you hadn't realized until that time years ago
You wanted to leave the empire, you knew you weren't a real sith or inquisitor, your eyes never turned gold, you were a jedi trapped between both sides of the force.
Unfortunately for you, betraying the galactic empire had probably been the worst choice you had ever made
Now, you were still hiding from your own kind in what used to be your home... the Jedi temple in Coruscant, it brought back so many memories: Obi Wan, Anakin, Aayla, Master Yoda, Jocasta, Ahsoka... all of them were your family until you became one of the fallen jedi
You were also trapped between anger and love,all you needed was to be left alone with yourself
Kenobi spent days looking for you in the planet, he knew where you were but he was to afraid to get close to that place, it just made him remember his failures
Now, the old master find himself in the same garden where he left you crying many years ago. He never told anyone, but he regrets everything he said and did to you, no person deserves to be treated like that
The memories were hurting him, those gardens used to be full of life and the whole place used to be gorgeous but now it was dark and depressing. He was about to leave the garden when he heard something moving, he sighed
"Y/n, I know you're here..." He looked everywhere looking for you, and then he saw you behind a tree
"What are you doing here? I told you I'd kill you if I ever saw you again" You were holding your saber close to his throat
"You knew I was here, If you wanted to kill me you would have done it already" He walked to you but you started to run away from him "Y/n! Stop!" It was like chasing little Leia all over again "We need to talk!"
"Leave me alone! I just want to be left alone, get out of here Kenobi!" You went straight to what used to be your dorm and all of a sudden you stopped in your tracks
The view was horrible, dozens of helmets that used to belong to the clones were in the hallway and dozens of lightsabers were still there, right where their old owners left 'em after being murdered... you froze.
"What have we done? " You thought
Obi Wan stood behind you, waiting for you to react or do something... but you didn't
You weren't moving and it almost seemed like you were not breathing
"I haven't been here in years" He said but you didn't answer "It must have been a horrible thing to see... this used to be our home" He stared at the dark hallway
"Until it wasn't anymore..." Your eyes filled with tears were staring at him but your hand was still holding the red lightsaber, just in case
"Yeah,until it wasn't" He held your hand and even when you roughly tried to get away he didn't let you go "Please Y/n, we need to talk, I know you hate me but I know you are not a sith, you're not evil or cruel and I think you know that too"
"You don't know me!" You pushed him away from you "not anymore and don't even think I will fall for your ridiculous jedi tricks"
He thought you would run away from him again but you just let yourself fall to the ground, Obi Wan just heard you sobbing for what felt like hours and every second broke his heart a little bit more
I love him, you thought, but you were to proud to say it out loud... what were you supposed to do know? You didn't even knew who you were, a jedi? or maybe a sith? or just a broken woman who doesn't know what to do now? is it hate, remorse or love what you feel?
His touch was addictive and it made you rethink all your life and actions
"You have to leave, now Obi Wan" You stood up and walked away from him
"No" You turned to look at him
"No?" You let out a sarcastic laugh "Then both of us are dead" He didn't answer "What are you... " He interrupted you
"I came for you" He stared at your saber "Y/n, I know you don't want to use it, you should turn it off"
"You know nothing about me, not anymore" But you actually turned the saber off
"I know you are running and hiding from the empire but I'm wondering... why?" He never moved from his place
"That's none of your damn business" You looked through a window "It's getting late, if you're not leaving we should at least hide, they like to send troopers in the night"
"Alright, the library seems like a good place for that" He started to walk "You coming?" You walked towards him
"This changes nothing" You stare at him with anger... but you weren't mad at him, not anymore, you were mad at yourself
His idea was: Talking to you, convincing you to go with him and then... maybe taking you to live with him in Tatooine. The plan was better inside his head. Obviously.
Both of you felt overwhelmed while entering the library... it was the place where everything started, the first kiss... the place where you used to hide from everything else.
None of you talked to each other for hours, but for his surprise you took the first step
"When the order 66 happened... I thought I was in the right side of the war, I never thought it could have been as horrible as it was" You were sited in front of him, and you guys were in the middle of 2 huge bookcases
"You helped them to destroy the temple?" He looked straight into your eyes and you sighed
"No, they sent Anakin instead of me apparently he was always better for the dark side" You looked down at your hand "I know it's useless, but I am truly sorry for what happened" Obi Wan knew you were telling the truth
"It wasn't your fault, it was Palpatine's fault, he had everything calculated" He kept staring at you, so pretty and damaged, but never evil "Anyway... why are you running and hiding from the empire?" You looked at him with a sarcastic grin. There was a long pause and then you finally spoke
"I... they wanted to kill a couple of force sensitive kids...they ordered me to kill them along with their families... "
"... and?" Obi Wan wanted to hear the whole story
"And I helped all of them to escape with their families far away from the empire, after that Vader called me a traitor and sent everyone to kill me, there are dozens of bounty hunters looking for me" You felt guilty and awkwardness. Obi was proud, that was the y/n he knew, the fair one, the kind one
"You did something good Y/n, that's how redemption works. I told you, you were never evil or cruel, you have never been a Sith" He put his hand on your thigh "You are a good person that went through bad things, but you have never been evil, my little star" You looked at him, the tears in your face felt like a relief "I am so sorry for how I treated you all those years, you didn't deserve it. I... I was stupid y/n. They gave me a padawan and somehow I didn't know what to do... suddenly it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers. I took it out on you and I'm truly sorry for everything, you fell to the dark side because of me but I know you very well and that woman I saw in Alderaan wasn't you, not the real one" He was quietly crying too "This one in front of me is the real y/n"
No one said anything but it was different, It wasn't awkward and uncomfortable
You took a moment to truly look at him, he was older and he looked tired and beaten up. His cloak was old and a little bit destroyed. The eyes eyes were as beautiful as they used to be but the sadness in them was noticeable, his face had a couple of wrinkles and his beard was more prominent. This man had hurt you but he still was the love of your life, the person you love the most and the only thing that could make you happy. He wasn't guilty of anything that happened to you, every person makes its own decisions and you had made yours, everything that happened to you had been your responsibility not his.The only thing you ever wanted from him was that, an apology, a sincere one.
And then... the tears fell like a rainfall.
"I've done horrible things, I'm so sorry Obi Wan!" You jumped into his arms and continued crying... he hugged you
"It's alright, dear" He felt your tears on his shirt
"I just wanna forgive and forget" you kept sobbing "Since I left the order I've spent my days in deep regret" the tears kept coming out while you were curled in his chest crying "I hadn't realized how wrong I was... until I saw you years ago in Alderaan" You moved and stare at his eyes "In that moment I realized that everything I thought was right waa a lie, I was lying to myself and acting like an evil person was my way to deal with it"
"I knew I could save you" He caressed your cheek
"Until I saw you I saw the light again... I am deeply sorry for everything I have done, I'm a horrible person and a monster" You cried again
"You are not! Listen to me, you committed mistakes, everyone does, but you regret for those things, that's what makes you different from the rest of the empire. You're a good person y/n, you only need to forgive yourself" He was cupping your face
"Obi Wan... you need to do exactly the same, what Anakin did is not your fault, the poor boy was seduced by the dark side like I was, but he made his own choices, it had nothing to do with you" Silence
You were holding each other hand waiting for the other to say something
Suddenly you guys thought the same thing and well... you kissed, it was a desperate and passionate kiss, it was expressing all those things you two never had the courage to say
A loud noise is what made you separate from each other.
You could hear the stormtroopers outside of the library and his breath...
"He's here" He looked at you
"Who?" You didn't answer but he saw the fear in your eyes "Y/n, who?"
"Vader" He could see the worry in your eyes, your hands were shaking "Leave, Obi Wan you have to leave! I'll distract him but you had to leave now! " He felt your hands pushing him away so he could escape
"I'm not leaving you! Come with me, marry me! We'll do what we always wanted and couldn't!" Your left hand was trapped in his
"It's too late! You don't understand, he is going to kill you! Please Obi Wan, save yourself!" Your trembling hands were holding tight onto the red lightsaber, your knuckles were white because of the strength
"You wanted to do the right thing, this is your chance, come with me!" You felt Vader approaching "Please! We can marry, have a different life" He was desperate to take you with him, he would never let you sacrifice your life for him "You are worth saving, please star we have to go!" He was trying to get you out by pulling your arm
"I... alright, yes!" He smiled and took you out of the place as fast as he could
Just as you were leaving the room the troopers and the sith entered and started to shoot at you both
Those minutes escaping were the longest of your life... but it was worth it, you would be eternally grateful to Obi Wan Kenobi
After all, you wouldn't have saved yourself if it wasn't because of him
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harpyytales · 2 years
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Office Love
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Pairing; Alex law x Reader (Implied fem) Warnings; Suggestive content, Alex Law is his own warning, soft make out sesh in the office ;) Word Count; 1k
Summary; The office may be boring, but Alex Law always makes it better.
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You sat in your small cubicle. Desk littered with different files and stacks of papers, all different stories and articles you were assigned to. All of them were basic sideline stories: Local Grandma Lives To See 98; Dog Shelters Reaching Capacity; This Miracle Plant Will Save Your Gut!- boring. 
You began shuffling through a few stacks of files mindlessly, only a couple minutes until your short, mandated break. When you feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck you raise your eyes, wondering what could give you this weird feeling that you’re being watched. As you scan the surrounding cubicles your eyes land on him staring directly at you, unwavering. It was slightly unsettling really, but he makes up for it with that small smile of his.
Alex Law is no stranger to you, hell you’re sure he isn’t a stranger to half the other women in this room. Lately though, instead of dancing from girl to girl, he has been solely paying attention to you. You don’t mind of course, but you can’t help but wonder what thoughts were going on in that beautiful head of his.
With a raise of his eyebrows and a tap of his watch you avert your eyes to a clock on the wall. Break time. You smile and get up, making your way to a small and mostly empty break room. No more than a minute later he comes walking in.
“A little funny how often our breaks matchup like this, you aren’t stalking me, are you?” You smile as you watch him take a quick look at the coffee bar.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.” He shoots back a grin and then looks as though he is contemplating something. “Actually it’s quite convenient, I need to discuss something with you about a story, but I need to get a few supplies from the closet. Would you mind walking with me?”
“Of course, lead the way.” You reply and begin following him out of the break room. You two feign small conversation on the way to the supply closet, a small space in a hallway practically no one walked through. 
Once you both walked in and the door was closed it was as if a switch flipped. No more than a second after you heard the click of the handle his lips were on yours, soft hands on your hips already pulling you close. You of course reciprocated, hands flying up to run through his gorgeous blonde locks. This always earned a soft sigh from him that never ceased to make your heart flutter. 
His lips moved against yours softly, sensually, as though he was taking his time. You’d be lying if this didn’t slightly catch you off guard. His usual methods more on the rough and quick side, not that you minded of course, you just never really expected to see this side of him. You felt the familiar warmth of his tongue against your lower lip, a question you were always eager to answer. Instead of plunging his tongue down your throat, he crept in. He let himself explore your mouth as though it was his first time tasting you.
He snaked one arm around your waist and brought the other up to cup your cheek, turning your face just slightly so he could pull you even closer, if that was even possible. You felt entirely out of your depth, usually these sessions were all about him, but this time the entire focus was you. A gentle thumb stroked your cheek as his other hand gently rubbed circles in your back. His sweet and smoky tongue danced with yours in delicate waltzes. It was completely out of character and honestly you were starting to feel slightly worried.
Once you both pulled away to breathe you looked at him curiously, eyeing his bottom lip that was wet with your saliva, “That was… quite different. Good, but different,”
You began to see a light blush creep onto his cheeks. Alex Law, blushing? You must be dreaming. “What can I say, I’m just full of surprises.” He replied with his signature, cocky grin.
“Is there a particular reason for this pleasant change in behavior, or should I be worried about our office shenanigans?” You asked with a small laugh, but he looked away from you. Before you could get the chance to ask him what was wrong-
“I want you to meet my roommates. Come have dinner with us, Juliet makes a brilliant Carbonara.” He stared into your eyes expectantly, awaiting an answer.
You stared back, eyes growing wide with surprise. “Come to your place? Meet your roommates? Are you sure? That feels like a big step for us, don’t you think? I don’t.. I don’t know if your roommates would even like me-” Your slightly panicked ramble was cut off when Alex rolled his eyes and kissed you again. Another soft kiss that had your words caught in your throat. He began moving his lips to your jaw and down your neck, softly nibbling and sucking in spots he knew all too well. With a sigh you were practically putty in his hands.
“Next Saturday,” He begins between kisses, “I’ll come pick you up at 6, dinner at 7.” He sounded very final in the matter. You were in no position to argue, you simply nodded and sighed as he continued to lick, nibble and suck along your throat. You were sure you were going to have to cover up with a scarf before you stepped back into the office.
He trailed his way back up and placed another, more passionate, kiss on your lips, hands holding either side of your face. When he pulled back he was practically beaming.
“Great, see you at 6.” He then tilted your head down and planted a very quick kiss to your forehead before abandoning you altogether and leaving the supply closet. But a moment later he was peeking back inside, “And for the record, they will love you.” and then he was gone again.
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heartsforanakin · 6 months
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WATCHING THIS ON REPEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You can tell the animation department spent extra time on him 😍
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ghostlingpupskywalker · 9 months
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This gives me life.
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cilliansgirl · 2 years
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Y/N: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Padme: You were flirting with Obi-Wan.
Y/N: So what? He’s my husband.
Padme: You asked him if he was single.
Y/N: And?
Padme: And then you sobbed when he said he wasn’t.
Y/N: …
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peterparkersnose · 11 months
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Caught
pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Amadala!reader
word count: 1k
warnings: nudity, embarrassment, fluff at the beginning, sexual references, age gap sort of referenced
a/n first obi wan fic. i hope i didnt make padme too mean, it wasnt my intention. i havent watched the prequels in over a month and i tend to forget character aspects sometimes. also this takes place at the castle anakin and padme got married in (and the only place where i will ever get married Villa del Balbianello if your interested)
summary Padme’s prized younger sister Y/N gets caught after a night with Obi Wan.
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“Why couldn’t we had just sent a droid?” Anakin whined, following Padmé.
“It’s better to communicate through words. More respectful. I’m sure Master Obi Wan won’t mind.” Padmé said confidently. Her dress swayed perfectly behind her and her heels clicked as Anakin sulked following her down the hallway.
“But he’s the late one!”
“Yes, but I’m sure he just over slept. Come on,” Padmé said, trying to calm down Anakin. Obi Wan rarely messed up, and when he did Anakin did not deal with it lightly.
The two reached Obi Wan’s door to his quarters. Just as Padmé was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, Anakin grabbed her wrist softly.
“Wait. Listen,” he whispered. The silence stung their ears as Padmé tried to listen to what Anakin was saying.
“Or shall I pin it here?” Obi Wan asked, picking up a side of his sheet and pretending to pin it over your shoulder.
Your giggle rung through the room and bounced off the wall. You stood at his private balcony, covered only in his sheer tan bed sheet.
“I liked the strapless better,” you said sweetly, tucking the sheet under your arm once again. “Such a fashionista,” Obi Wan smiled, gazing out over the rural mountain. “Who taught you that word?” you asked, turning to walk towards him.
As you took a step, you tripped over the sheet and the dress began to unravel. Your skin became exposed to the bright morning sun. Nothing to hide around Obi Wan, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before.
“No! Not my beautiful work,” Obi Wan sighed jokingly, lazily helping you bunch up the sheet on his knees. You grabbed his scruffy chin with your fingers, grabbing his attention to your face.
Your eyes seemed to entwine. His expression turned soft, leaving his eyes wanting for your lips. Bending down and keeping your hand on his chin, you softly kissed him.
Then the knock came on the door.
“Who’s that?” you panicked, freezing in your position.
Obi Wan was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to be with anyone according to Jedi law. The relationship you two had was kept a secret. Sometimes you liked it. Something the two of you shared and nobody else knew. It was special. Other times it drove you nuts. You wanted a ring on your finger more than anything. You would always ask “Well Anakin and Padmé…” but he would always come up with an excuse. “We can’t be as irresponsible as the two of them,”
“Calm down, my love. Breakfast,” he sighed, waving his hand. The big wooden door flew open. You expected a droid carrying a tray of food.
Instead you were met by the horrified faces of your sister and brother in law.
You shouted, ripping the sheets from Obi Wan’s hands and covering your exposed breasts and rolling back on your hips, covering yourself as much as possible. It wouldn’t help, the cat was already out of the bag.
Padmé was going to kill you. She had always been protective of you ever since you were little. She was older than you by a few years. She was the Queen, and you listened to her. Seeing her sister naked on the floor with one of the men she most respected was most definitely going to set her off. She was not about to let you make the same mistakes she did.
“Y/N…?” Padmé asked, her hand now covering her agape mouth. “It’s not what it looks like,” Obi Wan said, raising his hands in a defensive pose.
Padmé had never seen you like this before. She had expected you to keep your purity until marriage and marry for political reasons. Not to be tangled up with a Jedi. She had just caught her younger sister after very obviously hooking up with someone. And not just someone, that someone was Obi Wan. Your stomach felt like knots just waiting for her reaction.
“Mé’, what are you doing here?” you gritted through your teeth. “I could ask the same for you!” she yelled. “Get dressed.”
Tears began to well in your eyes. “Y/N,” Obi Wan sighed, reaching for your hand. You flung his hand, rejecting his request.
“Where is my dress?” you asked, shoveling through the other blankets on the bed. “I-I believe we left it by the pool last night, my dear.” Obi Wan answered.
You looked up back to Padme. She was standing with her hand on her brow, hips cocked against the door frame. Anakin was standing now farther back in the hallway, but you could still see his cheeky smile. “The pool?” she asked angrily. You were about to answer but then she raised her hand. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”
“I do,” Anakin whispered from the back. She promptly elbowed him in the ribcage, he let out a small oof. 
Your heart sank at the sight. You had disappointed the one person you wanted to make proud.
“Here,” Obi Wan said, gathering your green long sleeved dress from his drawer. “How long has this been going on?” Padmé exclaimed, shocked that he had a stash of your clothes in his room.
“Uhm…”
“Since the wedding?” Obi Wan asked you. “Around there, yeah.” you agreed.
Padmé’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “My wedding was over six months ago!”
“Sorry,” you muttered, raising the straps on your dress.
“So does this mean there’s no training today?” Anakin asked, piping up behind Padmé’s shoulders. Obi Wan shot him a death glare. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of this.
“Let’s go,” Padmé said, grabbing the back of your arm and guiding you quickly out of the room.
“Dude,” Anakin said, smirking at Obi Wan. “Leave.” he sighed, holding his hand up and flicking his wrist. “Are we going to be brother in laws?” he asked, hanging on the doorframe.
Padmé was expecting him to follow and they were getting a little too far away. Anakin struggled remembering all the hallways in this big castle.
Obi Wan sighed. He rubbed his brow with the back of his hand. “If Padmé doesn’t kill me, then just maybe.”
Anakin smirked at Obi Wan.
“Don’t tell her I said that!” he yelled after Anakin.
“No promises!” Anakin yelled from the hallway.
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buckyarchives · 10 months
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MODERN OBI-WAN KENOBI BOYF HC
I haven’t ever done a head cannon post but with how busy / lazy I’ve been I might post more of these, they’re a lot of fun. probably one for Bucky and Luke skywalker. If you want any other characters just lmk! Make sure to check my request post!
warning: nsfw content (labeled so if you want to skip you totally can)
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tea guy, like, it’s crazy. has so many drawers full of boxes and bags. always making you tea to fit whatever mood you’re in
landscaper or teacher, or both. I imagine him teaching younger kids but probably wishes to be a professor of some sort, maybe teaching environmental science.
just really likes plants and flowers but sometimes gets tired of having to craft and trim everything to be perfect so he thoroughly enjoys natural nature and the “overgrown’ aesthetic
Adding onto that, loves to hike, always takes you with and nerds out about the scenery and views.
definitely fosters dogs from the local shelter and takes them on hikes to help leash train them.
unintentionally a pretentious little prick
circle lens glasses and turtle neck combo 24/7
And of course you steal his sweaters ALL THE TIME
Smells like citrus, grass and rain. the warm sun rays and vanilla
Always watching some documentary, or the history channel.
All your friends lowkey want him because he’s. That Guy.
Whenever he blushes it goes straight to his nose, ears and neck.
Frequent at most coffee shops in town so when he started to bring you around it was a big deal for the workers lol, so much gossip. And mild disappointment from the staff knowing obi wan was official taken
Probably hates small talk, finds it tedious and shallow
The most supportive boyfriend in the world, he’s always the first person there to cheer you on
When you started dating him, his cousin/best friend, Anakin, came as a packaged deal. The younger one frequently trailing behind obi wan and now, as you’ve got too closer, you as he’s become a younger brother figure to you.
Not jealous at all, he’s very secure in your relationship and his trust in you is crazy strong. finds it quite amusing when men hit on you in front of him and kinda just lets you play it out.
That is unless you become uncomfortable, he mostly lets you stand up for yourself but if it becomes overbearing he definitely won’t hesitate to cause a small scene.
A big runner and boxer, you’re used to having to help his knuckles heal up from long sessions. As well as joining him on early morning runs if he can get you up and out of bed for it.
He loves art and mostly drew and painted landscapes but after meeting you this sketch book began to fill of pictures of you from every angle possible.
So naturally put together all the time it makes you insecure sometimes
Obviously, obi wan is the best at easing those insecurities. He always notices when you’re feeling off, sometimes even before yourself, so quick to embrace you and whisper exactly what you need to hear.
Another thing, so good with his words??? He always tell you what you need to hear, there’s rarely ever any miscommunication between the two of you because of this and even when they’re are, arguments are not common.
Crazy sarcastic, will say the funniest shit ever with the most monotone face and it just makes it 100% times funnier.
Really likes Taylor swift and David Bowie
Always getting you bouquets of flowers, even arranges them himself sometimes.
“This reminded me of you.”
Such a safe and non-judgemental aura, you’d struggle with asking for help or learning new / seemingly ‘common sense’ things with past relationships in fear of seeming dumb but you feel so safe around obi-wan that those thoughts never cross your mind, always learning new things from him and enjoying how helpful and supportive he is.
Definitely an impala driver, either 40s Chevy impala or the very sleek and fancy 2020 impala premier, probably black and rarely dirty
Not the biggest cuddler in the world but really enjoys naps together, will drape an arm over you but he tends to move around in his sleep so he’s just content with sleeping besides you rather than wrapping limbs
But when he is in the mood to cuddle, it’s mostly on the couch when you decides to binge shitty reality television. He’s usually on his back and you’re laying ontop of his stomach with your ear to his chest
You two constantly binge dating reality shows, always criticizing the other couple and mostly men LOL.
“He did not just say that! Maker, you would have broke up with me then and there.” “Damn right I would.”
You trace all the moles and freckles along his body, obi wan definitely had a skin care routine and moisturizes so I imagine his skin is always so soft
NSFW!
really likes nudes, like the grainy MacBook camera pictures with a matching cute set type nudes (iykyk). Hot and slightly artistic, his favorite.
Doesn’t like porn though, never enjoyed it and it never really got him off, doesn’t like the morals of it either
Also sexting, not his thing. He’s usually more on the serious end when it comes to intimacy but he cannot take sexting seriously LMAOO
lowkey the type to come home from a long day of work and look you in the eye with That Look and you just know what he needs
Thigh guy, the type to take breaks from eating you out by just resting his head fully on your inner thigh and just gaze up at you
Sir / master kink
Will jokingly come up behind you when you’re in the kitchen or something and press his groin to your behind
Just a little tease overall, always doing shit like that and acting all innocent about it
VERY VERY vocal during sex (cough, cough, shallow graves ending scene, COUGH)
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bellarkeselection · 6 months
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If I wasn't busy with college assignments, I would be writing for Obi-Wan again 🤣
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littleenglishfangirl · 9 months
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'I know' - part 2/3 - Vader!Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Pairing: Vader!Anakin Skywalker x F!reader
Warnings: few uses of 'damn', a badly written fight sequence
Wordcount: 2,376
A/N: I cannot believe the love the first part got! I know everyone was hoping for a part two, but I have decdided to give you an angsty part 2, followed by a fluffy, reunion, wholesome part 3. I hope it lives up to your expectations! Do share your feedback.
Please remember to give things a lil’ reblog if you want to help share the love 🤍
Ch. 1 here
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He had told them that the Jedi had been dealt with when he landed, that he had removed any risk of Jedi threat on Alderaan. They had no choice but to believe him – someone of his skill and prowess shouldn’t have had an issue dealing with a simple Jedi. 
But that was the problem, you were no simple Jedi. You were the mother of his children, and the one thing that had left him questioning if what he did ten years ago was right. 
Once again he found himself staring at the lights of hyperspace through the glass of the control room, busybodies nervously edging around him, as if getting too close would be enough for them to choke on the spot, hoping he wouldn’t notice how they avoided his gaze. Of course he did, Anakin noticed everything. He even noticed that you had stopped closing yourself off to him. Closing his eyes for a moment he could feel you through the force, your peace washing over him in a way that cleaned away the last decade of offences – as if the person who had become the galaxies most feared sith lord was someone else entirely, and that he was still the beloved Jedi, the war hero, that children had pretended to be in playgrounds across the galaxy. 
His flesh hand, clasped behind his back, once again clenched around the hard durasteel of his missing limb – a cruel reminder of when it all started to go so wrong. He had to do something. For the first time since he faced Dooku, he felt compelled to end this cursed war for good. 
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The ship ride to Tatooine had been a smooth one, that you could be thankful for at least. As you expected, Bail had landed with his men a little after Anakin had left, prepared for a fight but you assured him there was no harm done, and that your beloved may not be so lost after all. Nevertheless, he had rushed for your move to be brought forward to that evening, arranging three spaces on a refugee ship that could take you close enough to the desert planet that you could then seek passage on a rebel ship, disguised as a mining freighter, to take you the rest of the way. 
The dessert came rather as a shock to your system after the cool air of the mountains. The heat was oppressive and you couldn't help but feel a little lost as you held the twins close to you. That was until you spotted him in the distance.
An old friend wrapped loosely in a familiar brown shawl, tattered and frayed from years of hard work and sand. 
You could have sobbed as you fell into Obi Wan’s arms. For 10 years you had been separated from the man who had helped you all those years ago, who you had come to think of as a mentor. He held you with a similar desperation before looking down at the two children behind you, 
“Are these?..” he asked with a gentle smile, that kind light in his eyes still somehow unextinguished despite his toils. You nodded, gently pushing them forward.
“This is Obi-Wan Kenobi…”
“Ben,” he interrupted, you smiled,
“Ben. You can trust him, I promise.” Alaya and Anakin looked up at him sleepily and smiled. 
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The small hovel was not much, but it was safe, and it was nice to be in the company of a friend again – and you could tell that Obi-Wan felt the same. Having put the children down to sleep the two of you sat out under the night sky, not saying much but enjoying the cooler air. 
“Master, there is somethin…”
“I am hardly a master any more, my dear,” he smiled, but you could feel his grief.
“Ben, there is something I need to discuss with you,” you spoke quietly, you looked down at your hands but you could feel him turn towards you, “It’s about Ani.” You felt him tense. “I saw him…” Obi-wan paled,
“Did he see you? The children? The…”
“I spoke to him, Obi-Wan. He came to hunt a rogue Jedi, and found me instead. He had been told I was dead, I guess that was the point of us going into hiding, but he seemed… conflicted.”
“Was there ever a time he was not?” Obi-Wan pondered, brows knit as he tried to take in what you were saying. You breathed a laugh,
“No I suppose not. But he didn’t try to hurt us, he met the children and I felt nothing in him but regret, love, I- I don’t know. But it was not Vader that I saw. It was Ani, our Ani, and Ben, I think he might be about to do something reckless,’ you turned to look at him at last. ‘and I know it would not be the first time but… I think he is about to try and tear down the empire himself, and a part of me is a little scared that he might damn well do it.”
Obi-Wan looked out across the horizon again, not knowing what to make of it all. There was a time when he couldn’t have imagined life without his best friend, but now he had become so accustomed to being alone that he wasn't sure how seeing him again would feel, especially after witnessing his rampage across the galaxy, the effect of his darkened state of mind, and the torturous use of the power he had taught him to wield. For another moment, they sat silent. 
“I kept it, you know – his lightsaber,” he finally spoke, looking down at the sand between his bent legs. “He never could keep a hold of it for long,” he laughed breathily before becoming serious again. “I buried it with mine out in the dunes. I should have given it to you but I… it was the last thing I had left,” he became quiet and you witnessed the gleam that had coated his eyes. 
“I understand, Obi-wan,” you assured him, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. 
“If what you say is true, if he has decided to come back, we don't know if we can trust him like we once did,” he spoke, measuring his words before speaking. Anakin was a man Obi-Wan had always fought with, not against, and he was not sure he was prepared to face him again. “He was never stable, what makes you think he is about to turn against the emperor now?”
“If I am honest with you I don’t know, not fully. But you always told me to trust in the force, and something just tells me that everything is about to change. That some tide has turned and these children, our children may be the thing he needed. That maybe we should never have hidden them from him all these years.” 
“The risk was too great.”
“I know,” you shook your head. “But, with respect old friend, no one else was there when I told him the news. I believe it was our relationship, while shunned by the council, that kept Anakin straight, and the day I told him I was pregnant was the most overjoyed I had ever seen him. You know better than most how trapped he felt by that war, by the council overlooking him,” you noticed Obi-Wan’s clenched jaw, “– I know it was for good reason,” you added quickly, “but the pregnancy gave him a way out of all of that. In his mind, all he had to do was kill Grievous and he could leave, the war would be won and he would be whole again. If it wasn't for his damn need to please, Palpatine would never have gotten his claws in him.” You nonchalantly threw down a small handfull of sand you had been toying with. ‘We all could have done things differently, but perhaps now is the time to make up for it.”
“Perhaps you are right,” he sighed, his head coming to lean on top of yours. 
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For the first time in a long time, Anakin sat to meditate. The hyperspace jump taking them back to Coruscant seemed longer than ever as his rage boiled up in him again.
But, for the first time in a long time, his anger was not angled inwards towards himself, but towards the man he had sold his life to, that he had held as his closest friend above the needs of himself and his family – of (y/n), and of Obi-Wan. 
He pushed down thoughts of his old master as soon as they surfaced, not willing to face the version of him that had spent 10 long years trying to track him down to punish him the way he had been punished.
While meditation did not come easily to him, he became aware of one thing – he started to think of himself as himself again, not as Vader, but Anakin Skywalker. The man he had sworn he had killed. 
But, as the phrase would have it, legends never truly die. 
He was interrupted by a knock on his chamber door, eyes peeling open slowly as he willed the door to open, revealing a trooper and somewhat scared looking Imp footsoldier. 
“We are approaching the capital, my lord,” he bowed his head, but Anakin could not tell if it was out of respect or to avoid meeting his eye, “The emperor has requested a meeting with you upon our landing,” he relayed, before turning to leave, the door to the chamber sliding closed once again. His blood boiled, durasteel hand clenching so hard around his sabre handle that he heard the metal creak beneath his metallic fingers. 
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"Ah Vader” Palpatine’s creaking voice sickened him as he stood to attention before the emperor, a permanent scowl set in his features. “I heard you had some problems with a Jedi on Alderaan, all dealt with now, I imagine?” 
Anakin’s jaw tightened as he hummed somewhat of an agreement, forcing himself to remain looking forward so as not to meet the pale yellow of his master’s eyes. 
Palpatine faltered for a moment, not much caught him off guard, but Vader’s tight grip on his holstered sabre unsettled him to his core. “What is it?” he asked wearily.
Anakin had wanted to stay quiet, plan how to take Palpatine down quietly to give himself time to get away – but he never was one for plans, especially his own. 
“You told me she was dead.” He said bluntly, but it was not long until his emotions eeked through, his face distorting in rage. “You told me she had died in the purge, her and the children. But she wasn’t, was she? And you knew this whole time!”
If Palpatine’s face could have grown any paler it would have. Of course he knew, but he thought his people had dealt with her long ago, and, admittedly, he knew nothing of the babes. Still, he twisted a smile, 
“And why does it matter, she was a traitor, she wanted to keep this power away from you, from us.” He paused as he put two and two together, realising it was you he saw on Aldaaron. “I take it you dealt with her appropriately? She did, after all, betray you.” 
“Liar!”  
Rage was Anakin’s weapon, Palpatine himself had taught him that, and with the image of his young children in his mind, the anger at missing their growth, at missing ten years with his love, he twisted his sabre from its holster, the red blade crackling as it came to life just in time to block a bolt of lightning. 
Palpatine flicked his wrist, his sabre falling naturally into the palm of his hand, raising the ignited blade to meet Anakins as he bore it down on him with all his strength. Palpatine was an adequate fighter, but the sheer power of Anakin’s Djem So discipline was outmatched.
He had no time for Palpatine’s weak defensive blocks and pathetic parries. Everywhere his old master turned he met with his blade, it was almost shameful how many years of his life he had dedicated to being yet another apprentice under a man who he could defeat so easily. 
Anakin pushed him down, the force of his blade on Palpatine’s pinning him against his desk as he seethed,
“You are the one who betrayed me,” Anakin growled, “And I refuse to be your puppet any longer!” Palpatine electrified him once again, the horrid shocks of lightning racking through his bones. 
“You have betrayed too many others to be accepted back into any kind of past life you think you still hold onto the scraps off,” Palpatine shot back, his slimy voice threatening to recall the ice dragon of self doubt Anakin had tried to burn away. For a moment he had faltered. Of course he had stopped to think about whether or not you would really accept him back, but your words echoed through his head ‘I know…’. You still trusted in him, and that is all he needed. 
Anakin hit back with all the force he could muster, channeling your inate strength to see him through, just as it had carried him through many a battle before – like a torch in the dark fog, connecting to the light side of the force in ways he didn't even knew he knew how to do anymore.
It was like he could predict every one of Palpatine's moves, pushing him back again until he tripped, sabre sliding across the floor as Anakin towered above him, his sabre near pressed against this throat. 
The old man lay at his feet, gasping for breath but Anakin knew it was a ruse. It was unceremonious in the end, a look of hatred, and a single swipe of his sabre and the emperor's lifeless body collapsed fully to the floor. For the first time in his life he owed his allegiance to nobody. No slaver, no order, no master, no empire. 
Returning his sabre to his belt, he threw up his hood and stormed to his ship, knowing it was only a matter of time before word of the emperor's death got out and the rebels would take their chance to overthrow the empire for good – all he had to do was reach Tatooine.
Boarding his fighter, he took off one last time, docking to the hyperdrive ring just above the atmosphere and leaving the cursed city behind. 
He was simply Anakin Skywalker, and his allegiance now lay with you, and his family. 
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ladyofhellhounds · 2 years
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REQUESTS OPEN
Star wars: Obi Wan Kenobi, Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Rey Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Din Djarin.
Ewan McGregor characters: Danny Torrance, Patrick Mackenna/Carlo Ventresca.
DC: Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz, Harley Quinn, Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson and Christian Bale)
Marvel: Loki, Thor, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector/Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Stephen Strange, Scott Lang, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker (Holland and Garfield), Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Valkyrie, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop
Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie Bradbury, Lucifer.
Wizarding world: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger.
Dune: Paul Atreides
The walking dead: Negan, Carl, Glenn, Maggie
Once upon a time: Hook, Emma, Regina, Belle, Snow White, Charming, Ruby, Zelena
Rules
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For preferences write at least 3 characters in your request
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Ewan McGregor almost adopted Silas, his Obi-Wan Kenobi camel co-star 🐫
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heartsforanakin · 2 months
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STOOPPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS!! NEW LOCKSCREEN. 💐
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njordr · 3 months
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that one pic of ewan as a priest but make it obi-wan and suddenly I want to end my existence ahaha
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bananakin-s · 2 years
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The way they look at each other in these interviews akfkhjk
OKAY BUT DO WE REMEMBER THE TIME EWAN KISSED HAYDEN AT THE ROTS LONDON PREMIERE???
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