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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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Reunited (Obi-wan Kenobi x Ex-Jedi Reader)

Summary: What if, like Ahsoka, you were forced to leave the Jedi Order? And Obi-wan comes to find you again after Order 66?

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this as I was already working on something similar given the pain the new Kenobi series has caused me. I actually cannot with life, right now. So I apologise in advance for the possible avalanche of Kenobi content coming y’alls way. I am still working on all the other requests I have though! I promise ❤️😅

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I feel he’d have been conflicted about whether or not to leave with you, after you chose to make your own way in the world without the order. After all, we know how much he cared for Satine, and he didn’t leave the order for her (even if he said he would have, had she asked) but you couldn’t ask him.

You can’t blame him for choosing to stay, given how much the Jedi order means to him and the promises he made to Qui-Gon, regarding Anakin who is like a brother and son to him.

He couldn’t abandon him or his duty to defend people with the republic - it’s who he is, and he wouldn’t be the man you’d fallen in love with if he did.

That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt though, that you wouldn’t have felt pain and rejection to leave, knowing he won’t come with you.

But you learn to make peace with it.

You’d start your life over and for a while, no matter where you end up, you’d find a new way of existing without the Jedi order and without Obi-wan

However, no matter where you ended up, there would be no way you didn’t hear what had happened to the Jedi following Order 66. News like that spreads fast, even to the very edges of the outer rim.

You’d also feel it, the great unbalance in the force - the pain and suffering being inflicted as they are all but erased.

As soon as you hear the news, you’d have been distraught. You wonder what has happened to your friends, your family… after all, you knew connections and attachments were forbidden but it had been impossible not to form them with the group of people you spent every waking minute beside. It doesn’t make any sense and you feel anger and guilt at not being there to help them or protect them.

You also struggle to understand what had happened and how no one had seen it coming. It would leave you questioning everything you knew or remembered about your time there as you try to make it make sense.

However, it is only when Obi-wan one days appears on your doorstep that you are able to understand what truly happened.

You want so badly to be angry at him, to scream and shout and throw things, but the broken man that stands before you wouldn’t be able to handle that.

There are tears swimming in his eyes that he won’t let fall because he knows once he lets them he won’t be able to stop the flow.

You’re standing there and he’s wanted nothing more than this moment but he can’t move. He’s afraid that if he tries to reach out to you, to touch you, you’ll disappear like everyone else in his life.

“Obi…”

He lifts his head, a sad ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Hello, Y/N.”

You can’t help it. Both of you would break down in each other’s arms, utterly consumed by too many emotions to even try and begin to process them.

Eventually, you’d compose yourselves long enough to invite him into your home.

Busying yourself with making tea and tidying up the place you’ve made your own is a good distraction as you try to fully comprehend the fact that the man you thought you’d never see again is sitting across the room from you. In a way, it feels like old times, even down to the fact you have his favourite blend of tea (a fact he doesn’t mention aloud, but you see his eyes brighten in recognition of the smell as he takes his first sip)

It also makes it easier for him to begin trying to tell you the tale of everything that had happened since you’d left the Order; the words flow easier without your eyes on him, even if you are still giving him your undivided attention, listening closely as you continue stirring your tea over and over and over.

As the story nears its tragic conclusion, you can no longer stand there. You find yourself drawing closer until you are sat beside him, hands holding his as the tears pour from his eyes.

“I… I killed him… I left him there, writhing in agony… and it was all my fault.”

“No. No, Obi. It wasn’t.”

“I should have seen it coming.”

“How could you? Not even Master Yoda himself could have foreseen it. Chancellor Palpatine… he tricked us all, and he manipulated Anakin - turned him against us.”

“But by using doubts I did nothing to prevent. Nothing to soothe! That was my job - that was the promise I made and I failed.”

The tea is soon forgotten, replaced by whatever supply of alcohol you have stashed away (yet another sign of how much the world has turned upside down. After all, Obi never liked to drink if he could help it, and even then it was normally as part of a mission or social event that he’d agree to partake… to see him consuming the bottle in his hand like it was water is a peculiar sight) However, given what he has seen and endured, it isn’t hard to understand.

“So, Luke is on Tatooine?”

Obi nodded slowly. “Yes… with his uncle, where he’ll hopefully be safe and far away from those who wish him harm, or to use him for their own purposes. Leia is with Bail on Alderaan.”

You agree then and there to help watch over the boy. It is the least you can do for him, and his parents… both of whom you’d loved beyond comprehension. The mere thought of Padmé’s pain and grief is enough to finally tip you over the edge and into another bottle of drink.

Together you’d grieve… for your friends, for Anakin, and for the time you’ve lost… You simply let it all out, emptying yourselves as you fall apart into a thousand pieces. That way, when you wake the next morning, you can both begin the task of putting yourselves back together again… to construct a new world, a new reality for you both - together. At last.

It would take some time and adjustments, to learn to live with one another but you’d eventually get there.

You adapt to the fact that you two can now be together, without the need to hide your relationship.

You start to remember what it is to laugh at things, to feel joy and not feel guilty for it.

You also begin to find your own identities, your own purposes, without the Order or the Jedi.

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stardancerluv · 1 month

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Hiiiii! I really want to read all your Roman Sionis fics (I got into him recently and I love your writing for him!) but I’m a little overwhelmed cause you have so many overlapping series. Do you have a complete master list by any chance?

Wow…I don’t even know what to say but thank you! But yay…Roman is amazing! Ty so much!

Still love and adore him!

(The moment..I saw and had to start a fanfic over…anyhow!)

Here is the proper order.

Part one

Part two

Part three

PS…

⭐️⭐️A Night Out, Club 44…

timeline wise goes before

Gotham Lockdown 2020…⭐️⭐️

I was inspired after seeing The Batman ‘22

Part Four

And…well this is just miscellaneous Roman Sionis fics!

Hope this helps..and please..please read a d share your thoughts I would love to hear them! Thank you again! 💐💐💐

Checked out your tumblr…its amazing… @loycspotting this is just Roman…but when links work again, I can share my Ewan McGregor Masterlist…I had a lot of free time during lockdown, when I was out of work.

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jennaajoseph · 1 month

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❛ Welcome to my blog.ㅤ❜ ⸻ ﹙ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘﹚

── writer info. ☆

𐙚 avery, 8teen, they/them.

𐙚 i'm a new writer so keep that in mind when you read my stuff.

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𐙚 multifandom!

𐙚 requests are closed/open!

𐙚 i mostly write for Jake Gyllenhaal and his characters, but I have some other favs: Ewan McGregor, Ryan Gosling, Jason Schwartzman, Joseph Gordon Levitt (their characters too). (but you can request anyone! I will see if I can write smth!).

𐙚 i write fluff/angst, eventually something that includes making out but not really a smut — i'm not really good at writing them...

𐙚 gender neutral!reader 🪷 female!reader only.

𐙚 feel free to send me writing ideas! i'm pretty open to anything.

𐙚 all warnings will be mentioned at the begining of my stories so don't worry!

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Make-up practice. — Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

Surprise ! — Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

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Black Fingernails. — Donnie Darko x Reader

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Home. — Holden Worther x F!Reader 🪷 most recent upload !

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ROBERT GRAYSMITH (ZODIAC) ↷

work in progress !

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ DAVID LOKI (PRISONERS) ↷

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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ewan mcgregor's characters

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Requests are open for all Fandoms on my masterlist including my favorite Jedi

I could try writing some modern day type things too if somebody asks 🤔 😅

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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Main Masterlist

Kenobi Press Tour ✰

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clouded-dreams2 · 2 years

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Obi-Wan Kenobi Masterlist

Series

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Coming soon…

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chasingmidnights · 7 months

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Star Wars Moodboard Masterlist

Below you'll find all of my Star Wars moodboards, graphics, and wallpapers! I do not claim to own any of the pictures or the characters. Any pictures that I do use, I either get from Pinterest or Google.

~ Star Wars - Color Me Like the Rainbow

Characters: ~ Obi Wan Kenobi - (1) ~ Anakin Skywalker - (1) ~ Fode & Beed - (1)

Star Wars Fashion: ~ Padme Amidala - (1)

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deathbyathousandspiders · 10 months

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peter and reader literally js making out and being adorable !

i kinda got carried away w this one so it’s a little bit ✨spicier✨ than intended-

!!! 18+ (MDI) !!!

content warnings — a really steamy make–out with Peter, sexual content, teasing.

✨masterlist✨.

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The emptiness of Peter’s apartment carried his voice through the echoes, making the space feel that much bigger as you sunk into his couch. His Aunt May had gone out with some friends for the evening, making some suggesting jokes and comments that made you and Peter blush, even long after she’d left.

All the lights were off in the apartment, excluding the lamp behind Peter’s closed bedroom door, and the colorful glow of the television seated in front of you. You and your boyfriend were cuddled on his couch, entranced by George Lucas’s galactic storytelling. Your head had previously been resting on his shoulder, but due to Peter’s current geeky–tangent, you sat up to listen to him better.

“He used to make lightsaber sounds when they were practicing, and he’d have no idea.” Peter was quite expressive when he explained little Star–Wars facts to you. There was something about the way his eyes lit up, and he’d use his arms to guide the sentence.

You bit the inside of your cheek, hiding your amusement as best as possible whilst you listened. Your entire focus was set to him, but the passion he had for these movies never ceased to entertain you. The two of you had been dating for roughly five months, and from the little mental list you were creating of your favorite Peter things, these conversations were one of your top picks.

Peter’s eyes kept flickering back and forth from you to the movie screen, glowing happily as he went on with his vent about Revenge of the Sith, more importantly, Ewan McGregor. “He had been so used to making the effects when he was younger, that when they’d film their battle scenes, Ewan made the sound effects out of habit.”

As much as you had been paying attention to his words, your thread of thought was more occupied with the enthusiasm laced in his voice. The timid dimples that threatened to say hello in the midst of his smile, the ecstatic gesture of his hands, and the glistening tint of excitement that strung within your eye contact. You’d been so entranced by his little geek–out, you almost forgot to respond.

Your grin grew a little, despite every Star–Wars related response fleeting from your brain. You let the first thought you could muster slip through your lips. “You’re adorable.” You probably could’ve given a more thorough and engaged response, but seeing the red that flooded Peter’s expression made it all the more worth it.

Peter looked at you for a moment, completely flustered. He was off guard at the fact that ‘you’re adorable’ was your only response to his Star–Wars tangent. His lips parted a few times to speak, but his words failed every time. “Shut up..”

Carefully, you slid yourself closer to him beneath your shared throw blanket, looking up at him. Your head shook in response as you placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “No.” You replied between kisses, placing a few more across his face. “I need to tell you how sweet and adorable you are...” Sooner than later, your lips found their way to his, connecting in such a sickly sweet way.

The kiss you shared seemed to ease the nerves that accompanied the blush on his face. You could feel the warmth of his fingers trace your upper thighs, pulling one across his legs so you could straddle his lap. You loved the feeling of your lips piecing together; the upper, then the lower, and the way your bodies fit together just as perfectly. It was intoxicating.

“I need to tell you how sweet and adorable you are..” Peter spoke, breathless between your kisses. His voice hummed lower than before, rasping in the back of his throat. Even though he’d just been particularly focused on the movie, his mind now went to other places. Just the thought of your intimacy, mixed with the way his hands kneaded the plush of your hips, sent a thrilling sensation straight down to your lower stomach.

Eyes shut, you were the one to first part from the kiss. “But we’re talking about you, Peter.” You lulled, feeling the way his lips chased after yours to stall your argument. You tucked your head away from his, your left thumb pressing itself on his lips as a barrier. You took the opportunity to cradle his face with your right hand in the process.

Your eyes slowly opened to meet Peter’s, fighting a smirk at how desperately he looked at you. You stared at him through your lashes, keeping your face irresistibly close to his. “I’m not going to kiss you until you take the compliment..” You teased, speaking barely above a whisper. You trusted him enough to remove your thumb, not even a little surprised by how eager he was to kiss you again.

It was easy to dodge him, and delectable to feel the light brushing of lips on yours; the urgency and impatience in his breath fanned against your parted lips, driving you just about as crazy as it drove him. The power you held was ravishing. Tension was quick to build between the two of you, binding both of you that much closer together. It took every bone in your body to fight the urge and cave to his need for you. His head craned in closer, doing everything he could to press his lonesome lips back to yours.

Peter tried to find a loophole. His hands grasping at your ass, his lips trailed and teased at your jawline when you’d dodge him. He found it infuriating, but also just as enjoyable. “Fine...” He huffed, smirking lightly. “Thank you.” Peter met your lips hungrily when you kissed him again, as though he’d been deprived of your embrace for years.

The kiss was much rougher than before, fueling the growing need for friction between your thighs. You rocked your hips against his, pressing the ache in your core to his growing erection. A heavy breath caught in your throat, lips parting further at the pressure. It was easy to let the world around you melt away, getting lost in Peter’s touch as his fingers tugged on your hair, and traveled under the thin fabric of your shirt.

Just like that, the jingle of May’s keys fumbling at the door tied you back to the crisp presence of reality. You flew off your boyfriend’s lap, seating yourself beside him like you had been moments prior. Swift movements brought a pillow to hide Peter’s arousal, and just like that, it looked like you two were merely watching a movie together. Well, minus the matching red hues on your cheeks.

May hummed a tune quietly to herself, mirroring the smile you sent her as she walked into the dark apartment. “The girls and I are heading to Jenny’s for the night, but I wanted to grab my Hennessy.” She chimed, strutting into the kitchen like she’d be out in a jiffy. Her attention got caught on the television for a moment, her smiling growing. “Oh! Pete, you found it!” May glanced at you, “Did he tell you that he spent all afternoon looking for his collectors DVD? He was really looking forward to showing it to you.”

You watched the way Peter’s head hit the back of the couch, pressing his palms into his face to try and mask his embarrassment. “May, stop!” He whined, sustaining out the words to emphasize just how flustered he got. His words were muffled through his hands, but you still couldn’t help but find it adorable. He was just too cute. You just had to let the giggles slip through your lips.

Yep, no doubt about it; Peter’s geeky Star–Wars obsession was definitely one of your favorite things about him. That, and your steamy make–out sessions.

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ashbrat488 · 26 days

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Ashbrat488 Fanfic Masterlist

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale - State of Grace - Complete

Grace Carson was friends with Ransom Drysdale throughout school. Best friends actually, but only in private, their friendship breaking apart after graduation. She went to college, coming back to Boston to work at Harlan's publishing company as an editor. But when Harlan dies, she's thrown back into Ransom's life at the bequest of Harlan himself. Will they be able to get along well enough to carry out Harlan's wishes or will their differences just be too much, leaving Ransom without his inheritance.

Henry Cavill

Henry Cavill AU - Foul Play - Complete

Millicent "Milly" Bailey loses her mother just before her high school graduation and decides to move to England with her newly found father, Darren, she didn't know about until she turned 16. Now she's an American from a small town in Iowa, thrown into a new country and a new culture at one of the most prestigious colleges in the world. She's quiet and mostly likes to keep to herself until she catches the eye of a handsome rugby player, Henry Cavill. Henry thinks it's funny to tease Milly, bullying her with the help of his friends. That is until his last year of school where he really needs to buckle down and obtain the proper grades if he wants to be scouted for the England Rugby Team. Neither of them are happy when the dean, Milly's father, puts them together in their last year for Milly to help him graduate. Can they learn to see eye to eye and get along or will everything fall apart before graduation?

Captain Syverson - Flower In The Desert - Complete

Violet Becker is the daughter of the Major General, and despite her ranking, she refuses special treatment when she gets sent to the middle east in the midst of war. Constantly underestimated her whole life, she finishes medical school and is itching to put her new skills to work. She is left under the command of Edward Syverson who has sworn to her father to protect her. Can he keep his promise or is having to take care of a woman in the middle of a warzone too much for even him?

August Walker - Candy - Ongoing

August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly. To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires. However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

Drabbles

Calahan Skogman (Baseball AU) - Sliding Into Home

Sebastian Stan AU - Hope In Love

Bucky Barnes - Torn Pages

Cole Turner (Chris Evans) - Codename: Turtledove

Ransom Drysdale - Speak Now

Steve Rogers - Happy Birthday Captain

Jake Jensen - Dessert

Ari Levinson/Steve Rogers MFM - Pure Smut

Lloyd Hansen/August Walker MFM - Pure Smut

Sherlock (Henry Cavill) - Sherlock And His Cane

Ewan McGregor - Better Than Revenge

Author's Note: I only write for readers over 18. I write a lot of smut. Please do not engage or read if you are under 18. I *do* take requests... I also have a lot more stories on Wattpad (including a lot of Chris Evans) if you would like to check them out there.

Also, all my female characters are always original. No, I do not write y/n or reader stories. I prefer to create actual characters. Just my preference

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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Obi-Wan + ☁️? I am in desperate need of some soft Obi content after today's episode...

☁️ : A Soft Headcanon (Obi-wan Kenobi)

Comforting you after having a panic attack: (Obi-wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader)

A/N: I feel ya, and I think this week will be no less painful for us all. I know I already answered an ask for the same head canon, but can we ever have too much soft, fluffy Kenobi? The answer is no - so have an angsty but SOFT TOO thing I was working on already ...

Masterlist:

Days were hard, hiding in the desert of Tatooine. Ever since your lives had fallen apart, it felt like a constant struggle to get up each day and put one foot in front of the other.

In all honesty, you’d both agree that there were more bad days than good, even if you were safe - for now - and had one another. It was more than most of the people you’d left behind on Coruscant could say.

Both you and Obi still felt guilt whenever you thought of it, to know you had survived that night when so many hadn’t… people younger, kinder, more worthy than either of you.

It was safe to say that things had seemed bleak for you two for quite some time, and there were few moments that brought you actual genuine pleasure.

For you, it was hearing children laugh in the market square when you went to gather supplies.

It was sitting in the cooling sand and watching the shooting stars at night.

It was waking up each morning, and for a moment, thinking of nothing but how at peace Obi looked, wrapped in your arms and with the early light of dawn on his face.

For Obi, it was walking into your home after a long day working out in the desert, seeing your face light up as you called out to him and leapt into his arms.

It was that same sight he expected upon arriving that night. However, as he stepped over the threshold of the cavern, it became clear that you were no where to be found .

He paused.

“Y/N? I’m home.”

His voice echoed around the space as he looked up, suspicion creeping in at the silence. It was most unlike you, which in itself was enough to make him nervous. And true, the protection system he had installed outside hadn’t indicated any intruders, but that didn't stop his hand instinctively twitching towards the hilt of the pistol tucked into his waistband... just in case.

There were too many dangers out here in the desert. It wasn't beyond the realms of possibility that one had found its way into your home, striking whilst he wasn't there to protect you.

The thought made his stomach churn, as did the sight of your dinner for the evening, left simmering in a pot on the stove, with no one watching it.

That in itself wasn't that odd, but the charred smell and plume of smoke rising from it said it had been neglected for some time.

Then there were the broken shards of pottery on the floor next to it, scattered amongst the sand...

The sight made his blood run cold.

"Y/N?" Obi called out to you once again. His panic was clear, worsening with every second that passed without your reply.

Then he heard it - the soft sound of whimpers... your whimpers... coming from the cavern beyond.

He knew that sound anywhere.

He'd heard it before, many times in fact - more so, since your abrupt departure from the Jedi temple some time ago. However, it had been a while since he'd last heard you crying in such a way and it made his heart sink.

Whereas nightmares were his demon, you were haunted by one of your own - a great panic that would sometimes seize you, out of nowhere, rendering you utterly paralysed as you struggled to breathe, let alone realise you were safe.

The sound of your stifled tears was enough to destroy whatever restraint he had left, as he dropped his pistol and satchel without a second glance. He then hurried into the room you had both claimed as your bedroom, tucked deeper inside the cave.

As he entered, he was relieved to see that you were indeed alive, curled up in a ball on your bed roll. However, he couldn’t miss the gasping sounds escaping you as you struggled to breathe. Nor the way you wiped furiously at your face as if to hide all evidence of your tears, now that you were aware of his presence.

“Oh, darling,” he whispered, dropping to the floor beside you and taking you into his arms. "Are you alright?"

His concern would have made you smile had you been capable of it at that moment in time. Instead, you shook your head, trying to regain your breath.

"What happened?"

"I just... I was starting dinner, but knocked a jar over… it smashed and… I couldn’t breathe…” you choked, forcing the words out despite the shame that came with them. You hated appearing weak, especially when it was over something so small. “I thought… I was back there, in the temple-”

“Hush, now. It’s alright,” he soothed. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

You nodded, trying to take his words to heart as you buried your face against his neck.

You hated the fact he was now apologising, blaming himself for leaving you like this - like it was somehow his fault that you couldn't control yourself and your emotions.

It wasn't.

Just as it wasn't his fault when he woke, thrashing and in a cold sweat in the night ... screaming for people you knew were long dead...

Just as you did for him, he now held you in return, kissing your cheek and stroking a hand through your hair as he tried to coax you to mimic his breathing.

In and out... in and out... over and over until you finally felt calmer, if not suddenly drained.

"Thank you," you whispered weakly, sometime later.

He simply nodded, gently pushing you to lie down on the bed, urging you to rest a while whilst he tried to recover what was left of your dinner. "Anytime, my love. I have you... I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

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80s4life · 2 years

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Johnny Lawrence With An Egocentric Reader Headcanon

Word Count: 666 (oh shit, we’re summoning a devil)

Status: Requested!

Ask: im sorry that youre going through hard times ;( idk if its easier for you to write headcanons or drabbles but do what makes you feel comfortable. also, didnt ask you if you write for johnny lawrence, but if thats not the im sorry to bother! i wanted to ask you some hc or drabble, its same for me, of johnny x egocentric reader? sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my native language

@: a cute bilingual anon! (so talented by the way, I have trouble speaking any other language)

Fandom: Karate Kid Series - Cobra Kai

Relationship: Johnny Lawrence x Egocentric!Reader

Warnings: strong language, fluff

Key: All of Johnny’s words are bolded, while Reader’s is left in italics!

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{gifs are not mine, credits go to @kyrixxx & @filmgifs & @ewan-mcgregor}

So hot, I’m frothing at the mouth

Young Johnny Lawrence:

You met at school, well, he saw you at school, you were too busy fighting the girls and their normal antics.

You were playing soccer with others while Johnny was too busy trying to catch the eyes of various other females as he stripped his shirt.

He tried to find every chance to get to you, and it wasn’t until he purposely slammed right into you with the claim of not seeing you while going to catch a football, did he finally accomplish his goal.

Knocking you to the ground, you easily got pissed and to his dismay, called him out on his bullshit:

“You did that on purpose, you Ass!”

“I didn’t do anything! It was a simple mistake, here let me help you up?”

“No, I got it myself, and stay the hell out of my way!”

From that day on, he was hooked. He didn’t know if it was your dominance and strength or your cutting edge demeanor; either way, he wanted you. BAD.

It was his duty to keep up on this game of cat and mouse, and each time, the blame was pinned on him (rightfully so) and turned away.

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Go torture someone else who’s more into you.”

“Leave me alone!”

It didn’t seem to matter what you did, he would always come back with these huge puppy dog eyes and a grin that could cut glass.

Maybe that’s what made you start to give into his charms?

When you finally allow him into your life, take you on dates and such, he often tries to pester you just to get you fired up. He thinks it’s hot, you think it’s utterly annoying and misleading.

“You’re trying too hard, Lawrence.”

“You’re pushing on the line of clingy.”

“Can I take a breather?”

Either way, you guys soon find a dynamic. Although you may seem self-centered and cruel to most, Johnny knows it’s just a perk that comes with the territory.

Whether this behavior was learned at home or by the way the world works, Johnny loves it and basically basks in it. It makes you tough, and like Sensei Kreese taught him, that’s what you need to survive; a skill Johnny has yet to master.

Older Johnny Lawrence:

As Johnny had aged, he learned the skill of having to fend for one’s self before tending to anyone else. This asset had instantly peaked his interest upon meeting you.

You, getting the job rather easily, tended to the children in the Cobra Kai dojo when class was in session, helping to guide and help instruct every motion the senseis provided.

Like younger Johnny, older version of him also found this very endearing and headstrong, allowing him to feel safe and comfortable around you, knowing you could handle yourself in most situations.

Yes, being egocentric is very selfish or self-regarding, but it works in his world. In a world where John Kreese and Terry Silver reside in, hell, even Daniel Larusso.

However, catch Johnny on a bad day, and that’s his favorite topic to target:

“You always so damn full of yourself?”

“Only when it means warding off self-centered pricks like you. You have stereotypes written all over your forehead!”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Like you have much to say in defense?”

In light of the topic, you’re both egocentric but don’t like to admit it (much to our dismay)

Besides your personalities constantly crashing, they also mesh well, having similar attributes that make you work.

ESPECIALLY when it comes to going head-to-head with Kreese and Silver.

Johnny loves to step back and watch you fire on them, knowing that in the end, you’re seeking comfort for yourself of all things. You don’t let them corrupt you, which keeps making them come back, but Johnny knows where you stand.

You’re loyal, and he couldn’t ask for anything better than a Bad Bitch like you.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 56

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 4,180ish

Summary: Obi-Wan feels the need to retrieve Anakin’s lightsaber from the desert. You and Obi-Wan feel the presence of Darth Maul.

Notes: Reminder, from here on out, Obi-Wan will continue to look like Ewan McGregor’s version. First of all, Obi-Wan is only supposably 57 years old in “A New Hope” and Alec Guinness’ version looks much older than that. Second, I started writing this fic because I love Ewan McGregor. Alec is a great actor too, but this fic isn’t his. Thank you for understanding.

Time seemed to move slowly as you and Obi-Wan lived your quiet lives on Tatooine. Your time was spent together mostly; going into town, checking on Luke, cooking, cleaning, talking, reading, and taking care of each other in various ways. The two of you were really only separated when Obi-Wan was learning more from Master Qui-Gon.

Your connection with the Force, including your abilities, was slowly dimming as you weren’t using them. The only thing truly connecting you to the Force still was your bond with your husband. Obi-Wan could feel your connection dimming and had started to grow concerned but didn’t know how to bring it up without upsetting you. He feared, as he could sense that you would both need the Force in the future, that you would be unprepared and that there would be a chance he could lose you physically because of it. Obi-Wan couldn’t let that happen. He wished to die before you did as he believed that you could survive and push on better than he would without you. The ten years of separation after Order 66 proved that in Obi-Wan’s mind.

You were currently sound asleep in the safety of Obi-Wan’s arms. He was holding you close to him as he tried to study you the best you could. The years had been kinder to you appearance-wise than they had him. But it didn’t necessarily matter because Obi-Wan knew he would love you no matter what you looked like. His beautiful little star. He was so lucky to have you, even if having you hasn’t been easy. The constant separation over and over again could have really strained the relationship—the bond—you both shared, but it only made you stronger and appreciate the precious time the two of you had together.

You let out a soft moan as you cuddled into Obi-Wan more, still clearly asleep. Obi-Wan smiled lightly before holding a kiss to your head. It was the still, quiet times like this that Obi-Wan loved the most. Where he could just hold you close and not have to worry about the craziness happening in the galaxy around you. Obi-Wan figured out that you were awake when he felt a light kiss tickle his bearded chin.

“Good morning, Obi,” you mumbled, still sleepy.

“Morning, my little star,” Obi-Wan responded. He moved his head to capture your lips with his for a brief but loving kiss.

After the sweet gesture, your eyes finally opened more. You took in the man before you. One of your hands came up and combed some of his longer pieces back. You huffed a smile out as you noticed more grey and white pieces growing in.

“What is it?” Obi-Wan questioned.

“Your hair,” you said softly.

“Is it too long? I have been thinking—“

“No, it’s fine. You’re just getting more grey and white.”

“I am an old man, little star.”

“You are not that old, Obi. You're in your fifties.”

“Late fifties, sweetheart.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re still attractive looking to me.”

“Even with my ever-growing grey hair?”

“Even with the grey hairs.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I will always love you.”

“And I will always love you more.”

~~~

After a little more time cuddled up in bed, Obi-Wan and yourself got ready for the day. You took care of things around the house as Obi-Wan went off to train with Master Qui-Gon, not leaving you without a kiss first. It was well into the afternoon when Obi-Wan came back into the house with a determined look in his eye.

“Obi-Wan? What is it?” You questioned.

“I have a feeling that I need to retrieve Anakin’s saber,” he answered. His voice was steady, yet quiet. “Will you—will you come with me?”

“Of course,” you readily nodded and moved quickly toward him. “We should go before the suns set.”

You took a hold of Obi-Wan’s hand. You lead him out of the house and down a small trail to where he had built a small stable for a few animals. Obi-Wan and yourself worked together to stable up the dewback. When everything was ready to go, Obi-Wan came over to you and rested his hands on your waist. He leaned in and gave your lips a soft kiss before lifting you up onto the dewback. Obi-Wan then got on the dewback himself, sitting in front of you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping yourself as close to your husband as possible.

Obi-Wan led the dewback out of the canyon and out into the desert. You buried your face in Obi-Wan’s back to protect yourself from the sand blowing around. It took much longer than you thought for you to reach where Obi-Wan had buried the lightsaber. You knew the Force had guided him to its location as it was out in the complete middle of nowhere with no marker to remember it by.

You watched as Obi-Wan slipped off the dewback and took a few steps away from you and the creature. He held out his hand, palm down, and closed his eyes to focus on the Force. The sand began to move to the side, quickly revealing a wooden box pushing its way to the surface. You sharply inhaled as you could feel the emotions and memories surrounding the saber that was enclosed in the box.

Your husband bent down and brushed off the sand from the wooden box. Obi-Wan could sense your growing onslaught of mixed emotions as he turned back to you. He looked at you only quickly notice that your eyes snapped to the wooden box. After hiding the box away in a large pocket on the saddle, Obi-Wan got back on the dewback. His heart clenched as he observed your trembling hands as they snaked around to his front. He gently took a hold of both of your hands, one in each of his, and slowly brought them near his face. He held a kiss onto the backs of each of them, one at a time.

The ride back home was completely silent. Obi-Wan got off the dewback first, only to turn around and find that you had slipped off and were already heading up the trail toward the house. He sighed before taking the saddle off the dewback, taking care of the creature, retrieving the wooden box, and then heading toward the house.

Obi-Wan was now regretting asking you to come with him. He had no idea that retrieving Anakin’s lightsaber would be this much of an issue. Though, he probably should have as he was your husband. He could feel both the emotions emitting from you and the saber as well as having to deal with his own emotions. Obi-Wan was sure you were feeling similar.

When he came into the house, you had busied yourself in the kitchen. Obi-Wan stood in the doorway, not knowing exactly how to go about this. You could feel him and his struggle, but you chose to ignore it.

“I hid all three of our sabers in here soon after I had arrived on Tatooine,” Obi-Wan began, treading carefully. He didn’t want to say anything that would push you over the edge. “The Order had fallen. We were being hunted. I bought this box, went out into the middle of the desert, and tried to bury the past… bury you…” You stopped doing what you were doing but didn’t turn around. “You had broken my heart, leaving me on that ship. I know why you did it. It didn’t make it hurt any less… When Bail needed me to help rescue Leia, I found the box again. I took out my lightsaber and felt the need to take yours as well.”

“I can feel the emotions… I can hear the screams of the… the younglings killed by his lightsaber,” you whispered, tears overwhelming your eyes. “The scars he left me with… the tingle just being near it… but it’s my heart that hurts the most… things could have been so different. Happier… not that we are happy, especially that we can be together but—“

“I understand.”

Obi-Wan set the box down on the counter and came closer to you. He gently reached out and guided you to turn around to face him. His hands came up to your cheeks to cup your face, carefully wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

“I miss them,” you whispered, voice breaking. “I miss Anakin and Padme… I miss Ahsoka and Crak and Cody and Rex…”

He kissed your forehead before pulling you in close to hold you. “So do I, little star,” he admitted. “So do I.”

~~~

It was a few days later when you could feel a familiar dark presence on Tatooine. And, with your dying strength in the Force, you knew that if you could feel it, it wasn’t a good sign. You turned to your husband who was laying in bed with you, his eyes closed.

“I feel it too, little star,” Obi-Wan said quietly. He could sense the presence and your troubles. He reached for you, while still keeping his eyes closed, and pulled you into him. “Maul is here.”

“How is he still alive?” You wondered.

Obi-Wan sighed. “Revenge and anger. Tools of the dark side… He is after me.”

You turned so that you had a better look at his face. “What are we going to do?”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “You will stay here if it comes down to it. I will confront him.”

“No,” you quickly pushed yourself up slightly. “I will come with you.”

“Little star…” He looked at you, reaching up a hand to place it on the side of your face. “You are in no condition to fight anymore.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You are not as strong with the Force as you once were and haven’t picked up your lightsaber in years.”

“That doesn’t mean I cannot fight.”

“It means that you would be in more danger than ever… Maul cannot take you away from me. I will not let that happen.” Obi-Wan took a few seconds to think. “I feel that another Force presence is coming, one in the light. He will need our help. We will help him together, but you will not fight.”

“I will not run and hide.”

“You will do what I ask,” his voice was demanding, more firm than he had ever been with you. But then, the next words that left his mouth was a quiet plea, “I will not lose you again, little star. I will not.”

You bit down on your lip, knowing that there was really no way you could win this little argument. Sighing, you gave a nod and cuddled back into your husband.

~~~

It was early the next day when Obi-Wan felt the need to go out into the desert.

“Is it Maul?” You questioned as you followed him out to the stable. You honestly hated how you were unable to feel through the Force like you used to, as Obi-Wan could.

“Him and the boy who has led him here,” Obi-Wan answered.

“What are we going to do?”

“We will go help him.” He stopped when he reached the dewback and turned to face you. “Take this.” He moved his clock aside to reveal that your lightsaber was clipped next to his. He took it from his belt and handed it over to you. “Just in case.”

You stood there and stared at the weapon in your husband's hand. You were now understanding why Obi-Wan was worried about you fighting, you did not have the same attachment to your saber as you once did. Obi-Wan waited with bated breath for you to take it. When you finally did, he easily noticed that your hand was trembling. Obi-Wan helped place the lightsaber in your hand before pulling you close and kissing you softly.

“I love you so much, little star,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you,” you replied. You looked back down at your lightsaber that was in your hand after years.

“Don’t use it unless you have to.” You nodded. Obi-Wan kissed your forehead. “I know you still have it in you, little star. But if you do not have to use it, don’t. I will make sure you are safe.”

~~~

Obi-Wan followed the Force, leading you, him, and the dewback to a young man and a droid in the middle of the desert. The droid reminded you of R2, causing your heart to clench slightly. It had shut down, the sand too much for the droid. The young man was passed out on the ground. Obi-Wan helped you off the dewback and you went straight for the young man, checking on him.

“He’s okay,” you breathed out in relief. You could faintly feel his Force signature.

“That’s good,” Obi-Wan responded. “His name is Ezra.”

You nodded. “We should get him somewhere safe.”

“We cannot take him home. He will lead Maul to us.”

“Then we have the supplies, we will take care of him here.”

~~~

Obi-Wan and yourself set up a small camp space. After it was set up, you got Ezra situated while Obi-Wan took care of the droid, cleaning it up and getting it working again. Soon, the suns set and Obi-Wan started a fire. You and Obi-Wan sat close together, hoods over your head. Obi-Wan was poking the fire with a stick when Ezra finally woke and sat up.

“You’re in the wrong place, Ezra Bridger,” Obi-Wan stated, looking at the young man.

“Master?” Ezra questioned, not quite believing what he was seeing. “Master Kenobi?”

“I am.”

The young man looked at you. “Y/N L/N?”

You flinched at the surname you and tried to forget. You were a Skywalker or a Kenobi, but never again a L/N. “Yes,” you responded with a nod.

“When you have your strength, Y/N and I will help you on your way,” Obi-Wan said, pulling off his hood and standing up.

“On my way?” Ezra repeated. “No, I came here to find you. To warn you.”

“About Maul?

“Yes! Uh, you know?” Ezra stood as Obi-Wan walked close to him.

“One doesn’t survive as long as we have by being foolish or unprepared. Maul is an old adversary, and a persistent one at that.”

“Correct,” you said. “Especially since you originally killed him more than thirty years ago.”

“We can fight him together!” Ezra quickly said.

“I had no intention of fighting him,” Obi-Wan replied, “though that seems inevitable now.”

“You don’t understand. You’re the answer. The holocrons told me. They said you would be the one to help us destroy the Sith.”

“It’s the first I’ve heard of it.”

“The Rebellion needs you. The both of you. We need you to defeat the Empire.”

“What you need, you already have. Unfortunately, you seem to be letting it all go.”

“But if I had what I needed, why would the holocrons send me to you?”

“They didn’t,” you responded. “Maul did.”

“Maul used your desire to do good to deceive you,” Obi-Wan explained as he guided himself and Ezra to the ground, “and in doing so he has altered the course of many things. He knows your fears, your heart, and he manipulated the truth, which has led you here, where you should have never been.”

You sat on the ground, focused on Obi-Wan. The way he spoke, the way he held himself and was dressed, you could imagine him in the Jedi Temple like this. He would have made a wonderful Master in his older years—not that he wasn’t already.

“But the holocrons, they tell the truth,” Ezra retorted.

“Do they?” Obi-Wan questioned. “The truth is often what we make of it. You heard what you wanted to hear, believed what you wanted to believe. And now, the only one who has gained anything from all of this is—“

“Me,” a dark, raspy voice interrupted from behind you.

You jumped up and spun around, eyes wide. Trying to remain calm, Obi-Wan stood.

“You must go now,” Obi-Wan told Ezra.

“I let him to you,” Ezra argued. “Let me make it right.”

“That is not your responsibility. I will mend this old wound. Y/N.”

You couldn’t get yourself to turn away from Maul, who smirked when he noticed your shaking hands. You hated how much Obi-Wan had been right, you were no longer equipped for fighting. And Maul knew it too.

“You are not as strong as you once were,” Maul taunted, “are you?”

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan called again, more urgently this time. “Take Ezra north. That is his way home.”

You nodded, slowly backing toward the dewback. The droid flew itself onto the place Obi-Wan had made for it on the creature's back as Ezra climbed on. Once you were close enough, Obi-Wan helped you onto the dewback.

“I love you,” you heard through the Force.

“Please, stay safe,” you replied.

Obi-Wan nodded and you began to lead the dewback away with Ezra and his droid behind you on the creature.

“See you soon, apprentice,” Maul said to Ezra as you rode off.

“Master Y/N—“

“Sshhh, Ezra,” you cut the young man off. “I need it quiet if I am to try and keep my connect to Obi-Wan open.”

Though you hadn’t done it in forever, you used all the strength and power you had to keep your bond fully open so that you could know what was happening with Maul and Obi-Wan, at least hear it.

“—A rat in the desert,” Maul commented.

“Look at what I have risen above,” Obi-Wan retorted.

“I’ve come to kill you, but I had no idea Y/N was with you. Perhaps it’s worse to leave you here, festering in your squalor, and end her.”

“If you define yourself by your power to take life, a desire to dominate, to possess, then you have nothing.”

Maul growled. “And what do you have besides Y/N? Why come to this place? Not simply to hide. You have a purple here. Perhaps you are protecting something. No. Protecting someone.”

Then all you heard was lightsabers moving, but not yet colliding. How you wish you were strong enough to actually see but you couldn’t. Maul let out a yell and the brief sound of lightsabers connecting was heard.

“Tell me,” Maul’s voice was now trembling. “Is it the Chosen One?”

“He is,” Obi-Wan responded.

You gasped, yanking yourself free from the bond and closing yourself off from Obi-Wan. He didn’t believe you to be the Chosen One. He believed that it was Luke.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Ezra questioned. “Should we go back?”

“No,” you replied, shaking your head. “It’s nothing. Obi-Wan is fine.”

“You and Master Kenobi… you’re in exile together?”

“Yes.”

“You two seem… close.”

“We are. It happens when you’ve gone through a lot of shared trauma.”

Ezra’s eyes flitted to the ring on your hand. “You and Master Kenobi have matching rings. I thought that attachments were—”

“The Order is no longer, Ezra. Things are different now.”

“But—“

“If you feel the need to judge when you have no concept of anything, you can try and find your own way home.”

“No, I’m sorry… thank you for this.”

“Of course.”

~~~

You tried not to be hurt by Obi-Wan’s words, but you knew it was radiating off of you. After you had taken care of Ezra and his droid, Chopper, you went back to pick Obi-Wan up. You stayed silent and withdrawn.

“Little star,” Obi-Wan called carefully as you had been silent since reuniting with him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you responded curtly. “I’m fine.”

His brows furrowed. He knew that wasn’t true. Obi-Wan also knew that the middle of the desert wasn’t the place to figure it out. The ride home was silent the rest of the way. Upon arriving at the stable, you jumped off the dewback and headed for your house.

“Wait!” Obi-Wan said, rushing after you. “Little star, please. Talk to me. What is going on?”

You scoffed. “Like you don’t already know.”

“I really don’t.” He followed you into the house and into your living room.

You stopped and spun around to face your husband. “I heard what you said to Maul.”

“What do you mean?”

“About Luke being the Chosen One.”

“Y/N—“

“You believe him to be the Chosen One.”

“It’s more—“

“Say it to me, Obi-Wan,” you demanded, your anger getting the better of you. “You no longer believe me to be the Chosen One.”

“I never did,” he responded calmly.

You didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. You winced though at his words, eyes starting to water.

“And especially not after the countless times the Council harmed you,” he continued. “You were nothing but a pawn to them—an object! Someone that they could use that would hopefully defeat the dark side.”

“So you knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it?” You questioned. “Is that it? You didn’t have any faith in me?”

“No! I have always had faith in you, little star. I have seen you, never as the Chosen One, but as a strong and fearless woman whom I love. Someone who can make her own decisions and has feelings. I never saw you the way the Council did, which is why I never saw you as the Chosen One.”

“That still doesn’t help. Anakin and I were prophesied to be the Chosen One. Anakin is clearly not it and so I am all that’s left.”

“The prophecy could have been misread.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Obi-Wan didn’t answer. “You believed that Anakin was the Chosen One. You believed so strongly. Why? Why is it not the same for me?”

“Because you are my wife! The woman I love!” You jumped back slightly at the forcefulness of his voice. He had never, in all the years of having known each other, raised his voice at you like this. “The Chosen One, no matter who it is, is almost guaranteed to die to destroy the Sith. So believing that you are the Chosen One, would mean that I believed what the Council did. That you were an object. A child of the Force born to die… and I can’t think like that.” He shook his head. “Not with you. I love you too much to think that one day I might lose you because of some prophecy… You were born for greatness, little star. Chosen One or not… and I don’t care how the Sith are destroyed, I only care that you are by my side and that you live.”

You struggled to form words for a moment, mouth gaping open. “I’m sorry,” you ended up saying quietly. “I just… I know what the Council believed me to be—what they trained me to be…. And even after all these years, it is still ingrained in me… a part of me still believes that I am only alive to fulfill a prophecy."

“Please do not believe that, little star.” He rushed closer to you, hands setting on your arms and running down them until he could grab your arms. “It hurts me to know that even just a part of you believes that your life is for nothing more than a prophecy.” Your head was hung down, unwilling to meet his gaze as you were a little embarrassed. “You are more than just some ancient prophecy to me. You always have been.”

Obi-Wan let go of one of your hands. His hand came up to your chin, gently guiding your head up to look at him. His eyes were full of genuine, overwhelming love. You were so grateful for him, especially in moments like this. Slowly, you dropped the shields you had placed between your bond and let Obi-Wan’s presence come flooding in.

“It pains me that you may never heal from all the trauma and pain that has been done to you,” he said softly. “I wish I could do more to help you. Please though, don’t ever doubt how I see you. You are the light in my life. The star my galaxy revolves around.” You smiled softly at that statement he had told you quite a few times throughout the years. “You are the most important thing to me. Always.”

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” you told him. “You are the most important thing to me.”

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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OUR LOVE | CHRISTIAN

Synopsis: Life was quiet. There was no blaring music from the Moulin Rouge or the streets alive with creativity and people bustling with excitement, but a part of Christain didn't mind the quiet anymore if it meant he got to indulge in a peaceful morning just with you.

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, all fluff. W/C: 872

Notes: ahh, i just watched this movie, and i needed to write a blurb about him. i'm going to try and write more blurbs like this was ewan mcgregor's, less popular, of course, characters, because i am in love with him

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The subtle trace of a fingertip against your bare arm was enough to arouse you from the sleep that had claimed you many hours ago. You peeked an eye open, carefully watching Christian as his finger drew circles across your flesh, enraptured by the softness and beauty of it. He appeared intently focused on each dip and curve of your skin, admiring every inch of it as he did last night. Finally, your eyes opened fully, but you remained quiet, content with watching Christian perform his ministrations.

Your skin was still bare from the night before, the cotton sheets being the only thing to provide you any modesty. The warm blankets threatened to pull you under sleep's spell, the drowsiness finally catching up to you. You resisted the pull, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

Your leg brushed against his, and Christian's eyes tore from your arm and raised to meet yours. You melted under the sheer admiration and love brimming in his irises as they moved across every intricate detail of your face. You were indeed the incarnation of beauty as the sunlight poured through the open window, encasing you in a heavenly warmth that made you seem more ethereal.

He would say that he's sure to have memorized every detail of your face by how long he's admired it, but that's just not true. He would never fail to find a new scar or maybe a fresh freckle was strewn across your cheek. He would make sure to place his lips on any newly discovered markings he found, amazed by your ability to surprise him with something new, no matter how small. He liked the unknown you had brought to his previously drab life.

His hand moved with a will of its own to your face, his hand cupping your supple skin laced with sleep.

"Good morning, my love," the slight rasp in his voice from not using it brought a smile to your face. He must have woken up not long before you. Good, he deserved every second of sleep he could obtain after Satine's death.

It haunted him, and for a while, he was stuck in a place of regret and guilt, wrapped up in his mind's delusions, until he met you.

Christian was convinced that he could not love after his first, that no one could compare to the beauty and chaos she had placed over his life until you stepped through his apartment. Granite, it was purely accidental. You had mistaken your friend's flat for his, but when his eyes fell upon yours, the world seemed to fix itself. Instantly, there was a shift in his heart from mourning to hope, and boy, what a refreshing feeling it was. It brought a new light to his life that had previously shrouded over in darkness, like the rain clouds parting for the sun. At that point, he also realized the true meaning of Satine's dying words. She wanted him to love, to live a life outside of her and the fantasy they had created. It took a while to make that shift, to let someone else into his fragmented heart, but you were patient, slowly putting the pieces back together, placing a kiss on each one you patched up to remind him that he wasn't alone and above all that he was loved.

The process of healing from such a traumatic event was long. However, even from that day when you had embarrassedly asked him for the right room, promising him to see him again, he had begun to heal.

Now Christian stared at you, his heart in your hands. And although it was scarred, you cradled it so gently that he couldn't help but not be at ease.

"Good morning Christian." His chest hummed with the airy laughter that left his thin kiss-bitten lips, his starry blue eyes never parting from yours. "Sleep well?"

"How could I not with you at my side?" Now it was your turn to laugh while he adjusted himself on his elbow, his fingers tracing the outline of your face.

"Such a charmer," you cooed, pushing a silky onyx strand of hair from his eyes.

"I would be anything for you, my darling. You need only to ask."

"Oh yeah?" You raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled, his head slightly shaking.

"Yeah," he murmured almost breathlessly.

"I want you to love me."

"But my sweet, I already do." The crease between Christian's eyebrows deepens, his eyes filling with confusion as your hand moves to cup his face, and within seconds he relaxes within your touch, soothed by your actions.

"That's the point."

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