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murdockussy · 1 year

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Could you do an enemies to lovers one shot where obi has been in love with the reader for a while but she doesn’t know it?

And I wouldn’t mind some spice please hehe

AHHHH this request is perfect!! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write this one up, but I hope you enjoy reading it!!

(I am open to taking any requests, head to my masterlist to read more about it :))

Room 24

Angsty, smutty lil Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader enemies to lovers one shot where he fell for the reader first!

Warnings: a little arguing here and there, but we love a jealous Kenobi moment

Words: 8,900ish

If you could gather every emotion you felt towards Obi Wan Kenobi, you were almost certain you’d be left with a burning heap of seething hot hatred – almost.

Ever since your first interaction all those years ago, you - young and naïve, heart hammering in your chest as were introduced to your peers inside the Jedi Temple for the first time, and him – a lean short haired boy with platted stand of hair falling down his neck, disapproving stare watching your ever move as you were welcomed into the group of young Jedi’s– you knew that Obi Wan Kenobi was going to be anything but your friend.

The more time you spent around him, the more you were able to register his arrogance. How he always stuck to his allegiance, leaving little room for mistakes. Before you, he was always top of the class, earning the position of one of the most skilled and wise Jedi’s for his age, but all that changed the day you arrived on Coruscant.

Although you were slightly younger than your peers and were considerably inexperienced, you refused to let that stop you, you using your gifted skills to quickly climb to the top, soaring above those who’d been in the same field as you for far longer than you have.

And that angered Obi Wan to no extent. The same Council members who once showered him with endless praise, bringing him alongside missions that were far out of the league of his peers, were now giving you – someone who just less than a year prior had no knowledge of what a Jedi even was – the same treatment.

He couldn’t understand how you did it, and for that his hatred towards you grew. Sure, you were skilled, you could yield a lightsaber well, your aim with blasters was precise, and your bond with the force was as strong as his, but how you were able to achieve his level of expertise in the time you’d been there left him baffled.

As the years passed, you grew to know each other quite well – you know what they say, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. You’d keep a close eye on him during missions, watching the muscles on his arms flex as he’d wave the glowing saber in defense, face stern and focused, and in return, he’d do the same, studying the patterns of your fighting style, the way your chest heaved as the loose strands of hair would cascade onto your face with each spin and duck.

You both unraveled each other's perks and quirks and seen one another in the best and worst of times, yet no matter how well one of you knew the other, the hatred was always there, evident and unwavering, you both making it known to each other that hate was the only emotion you held for one another – nothing else.

And it always remained that way... that was until Obi Wan came to the realisation that maybe his feelings were a masquerade for something much deeper

On a night when the moons shone brightly above the Jedi Temple when half of the Council returned from an off-planet meeting, Obi Wans Padawan Anakin was solemnly waiting for his Master's return in their shared apartment when a sudden uproar caught his attention. He traced the shouting to the entrance of the room, opening the door of their living quarters to find his Master and yourself standing opposite one another, an angered expression mirrored on both of your faces.

“... If you hadn’t been so selfish, I could’ve taken him out with ease” you shouted, one hand resting on your hip while the other poked at Kenobi’s chest.

“With ease? I’m starting to believe your delusions have reached new heights, because from my memory, they had you tied up to a post, wi-”

“But I got out! Freed myself! Something you would’ve seen if you weren’t so preoccupied trying to be the hero – again!”

“There’s a difference between trying to be a hero, and actually being one, something you wouldn’t kno-”

As amused as he was, Anakin stepped out of the doorway, yourself and Obi Wan falling silent once the Padawan made his presence known. Greeting yourself and his Master, he leant against the wall beside you both with a playful grin.

“If you wish to continue, I'd suggest taking this indoors. People do want to get some sleep at night, believe it or not”

Just as Obi Wan began to scold his Padawan, you interrupted, your feet dragging you backwards slowly as you spoke, “No need. It’s pointless trying to get through to him anyway. Goodnight, Anakin”

Pushing past the young boy beside him, Obi Wan walked through the entrance of his home, his blood boiling as he stormed towards the loungeroom, seating himself on the couch as his head fell into the palms of his hands.

Anakin wasn’t far behind, him resting on the arm of the opposite couch from the one Obi Wan was seated on, the amusement evident in his voice as he broke the silence.

“Well... that was interesting”

“Not now Anakin!”

“Hey, I haven’t done anything wrong, Master. If anything, you should be thanking me. It really was quite the disturbance you both were causing out the-”

“I said not now! I’ve had enough of this for tonight”

“She really knows how to get under your skin, doesn’t she? I’m starting to think she’s worse than me”

“Anakin” Obi Wan warned, his head lifting from his hands to stare at the boy before him.

“You’re always together. Always arguing. And you both get so riled up with one another. It’s as if you’re... like you’re couple that’s been in a marriage for all your life”

“I’m being quite serious Anakin, if you don-”

“It seems as if you're so disapproving you are of her. Which is strange because she’s good at what she does. She’s a great Jedi. Maybe you’re just jealous of her-”

“Anakin, that’s en-”

“Or maybe you’re in love with her, that could be it too” Anakin joked, a snort of laughter escaping his lungs.

Without saying another word, Obi Wan rose from his seat, brushing past the boy who had broken out in a fit of laughter, breathy apologies falling from his lips as he watched his Master disappear into his bedroom, where he wouldn’t appear from until the next morning.

Yet that night, Obi Wan barely got a wink of sleep, his heart hammering endlessly in his chest as Anakin's words combined with ghostly images of you swirled around his thoughts, the realisation of the truth within Anakin's lighthearted words haunting him till the sun rose the next day.

All this time Obi Wan was wrong. His deep-rooted obsession with you, his need to watch you whenever you’re within his vision, his desire to hear the rise of your voice when he pushes your buttons - he buttons only he knew how to push – wasn’t from a place of hatred. No, it was from a place of love. All this time he’d loved someone he swore to be his own personal enemy.

Yet, he refused to cave into his emotions. Keeping the guarded front of hatred up whenever you were near.

He repeatedly told himself it was because loving someone was against the Jedi code. That if he followed the true desires of his heart, everything he worked so hard for would be torn from him instantly. He’d have no purpose, no guidance, no home. And for that, resenting you somehow became easier, because he wouldn’t allow you to take that all away from him. But deep down, in a place he struggled to keep hidden, he was terrified of your true emotions, that if you were to reveal his true desire for you, you’d reject him, using his one weakness – his emotions for you - against him.

And for that, he kept up the false front, his behavior towards you unwavering, because hating you was far easier than loving you.

However, sometimes he didn’t have to continuously remind himself of that fact, Anakin's suggestion of you getting under his skin an obvious truth as he lost sight of you, his vision darting in each direction as he spun himself in a full 360 in the middle of the busy pathway.

Obi Wan and yourself were currently paired together on an assignment, one that could've been easily palmed off to Kenobi and his Padawan if it wasn’t for the younger boy being in recovery after having himself injured on their last mission.

The goal for the assignment was simple. There had been rumors floating around the temple of an underground club storing illegal weapons, which itself wouldn’t be an issue because as far as you were aware, half the clubs on Coruscant held their own illegal weapons, but once word spread that a group of bounty hunters were seeking to purchase the weapons, the Council decided to step in, hence yourself and Obi Wan being sent on the mission.

And it seemed simple. Disguise yourself as anything other than a pair of Jedi, go into the club, seek out the location of the stored weaponry, alert the Counsil of its whereabouts, and leave. Easy. The entire assignment could be finished in under an hour. Yet the moment you dressed yourself in the disguised outfit, you slipping into the thin fabric of the floor length black dress, you decided you wanted to make the most of the night out, allowing yourself to have a bit more fun than the Council would’ve intended you on having.

Obi Wan spun himself to the brink of dizziness when he finally paused, his eyes landing on your open back dress facing away from him as you stood at the entrance of a stall, you passing the man a handful of credits in exchange for the wide scarf.

Groaning in annoyance, Obi Wan weaved his way through the crowded night market, him overhearing your thanks to the shop keep as he finally reached you, you turning to face him right as he approached you.

“A scarf?” he questioned, his eyes lingering on your face as he took in your amused expression.

“I needed it” you replied, pushing past his tense frame as you began walking into the crowd once more. He watched as you slid the fabric across your arms, the width of it draping down your spine covering majority of your back, leaving a small slither of your skin exposed at the base of your dress, his eyes locked onto your flesh as you wandered off before it clicked that you were wandering off, him quickly jogging to catch up with you.

“You know” he huffed, “we do have an assignment to complete”

“And tell me, do we have a specific time frame required to complete this mission?”

“...No, however it wou-”

“No time frame means no need to rush” you said with raised eyebrows as you turned to look at Obi Wan, his eyes squinting as he faced forwards.

“I think it would be rather beneficial to get this over and done with”

“Why? Have you got somewhere better to be, Kenobi?”

“Well, no. But I'd pref-”

“Then we can take as long as we need. Besides, how often is it that we get to leisure like this out of the Temple? Well, I can only speak on my own behalf. I don’t care for whatever slacking off you do in your free time”

“I do not ‘slack off’. Unlike some people, I take my role seriously”

“If I didn’t take my role seriously, they wouldn’t have chosen me to be on this assignment, would’ve they?”

“Only because Anakin's not here” Obi Wan mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to hear, causing an angry warmth beneath your skin to flare up, your face snapping to meet the man beside yours once more.

“And why isn’t your Padawan here? Maybe if his Master knew know how to provide adequate guidance, he wouldn’t have to resort to the medical bay once a week!”

Obi Wan ignored your verbal jab, his eyes glancing at the rows of stalls as you both continued through the market, triumph slowly building inside you at his lack of a comeback until he redirected his walk to cut directly in front of you, his words a whisper as he passed your frame.

“Say’s the Jedi without their own Padawan”

“Hey!” you called, his feet quickening due to the clearing of the crowds as he headed towards the markets exit. Fastening your own pace, you caught up with him, prepared to argue back to his statement before he hushed you, his movements coming to a halt.

“That's our destination. Master Yoda believes the weapons are stored on-”

“The first or second floor beneath the club. I know. Might I remind you, I'm also on the Council” you stated, your shoulder bumping his as you passed him and began to draw closer to the entrance of the building when you felt a firm grasp around your wrist, stopping you from any further movements.

“Don’t you... Wouldn’t it be best to think of a plan before walking in there?”

“We already have a plan” You sighed in annoyance, you now facing him while his fingers remained wrapped around your skin.

“But what if were questioned?”

“We won’t be”

“We need to be on the same page if they questio-”

“We won’t be”

“If we get caught, and you begin some-”

“Kenobi! I’m telling you we will not be caught! Can you just trust me for once?!”

His eyes widened in shock, his raised eyebrows furrowing after a moment's silence, a burst of air leaving his nostrils as he did a firm nod, his hand falling from yours as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Fine... But if a single thing goes south-” he started, you huffing as you turned your back to him and marched towards the entrance of the club, Obi Wan following you behind as you neared the tinted glass doors reflecting the neon flashing signs of the streets above.

Approaching the entrance, the two doors slide open, revealing the dim lights and bassy instrumental echoing within the club. You scanned the room as you entered it, your nose scrunching at the faded colored curtains draping across each wall and the clouds of thin smoke wafting across the roof, your eyes falling on the grim looking creature perched behind the reception desk.

You slowed your pace until Obi Wan was standing beside you when you suddenly slid your arm beneath his, your arms interlocked drawing you closer to one another as you inched towards the reception desk. You could feel his confused gaze burning into the side of your face, but you ignored it, your face remaining emotionless as you approached the creature at the desk.

“Reservation for 4-16" you spoke clearly, Obi Wans eyes now bouncing between yours and the creatures.

“Name?” the being mumbled, his hands gliding across the vibrant hologram raised on the surface of the desk.

“Waters” you replied, your voice stern as you watched his fingers dance across the glitchy lights, him tapping a few times before humming in approval, his bulging eyes returning to yours as he spoke.

“You’re cleared. Pleasure to have you back, Miss Waters”

Without looking back, you directed Obi Wan into the club, the two of you heading towards the row of ceiling high booth without saying a word. Unlinking your arm from his, you shimmied yourself into the booth, Obi Wan following behind you, seating himself a foot away from you.

“Care to explain?”

“I told you to trust me” you said unphased as you flattered out the fabric across your stomach.

“Who is Miss Waters?” he pushed, him continuing to glare at you, you picking up on the sense that he wouldn't drop this topic without answers.

“A fake name, clearly” you answered shortly, your eyes looking anywhere besides the man next to you who was growing more agitated by the minute, you jumping in your seat at the sudden sensation of his hand on your knee.

“This is a shared mission! I’m required to know what you’re doing, so if need be, I can be in on whatever this is as well”

Your head snapped to face him, your voice low yet firm as you quickly replied.

“For the last time, I told you to trust me! And if you don’t, there’s no use for you being here. You know where the door is, or do you need help finding it?”

Before he had the chance to reply, both of your heads turned to face the slim figure that was approaching your booth with a friendly smile, you forcing your cheeks to rise as you mirrored their joyous emotion.

“Miss Waters, it’s been quite some time! How has life been treating you?”

“Same old, you know how it is. And you?”

“Busy. But it’s good to see a familiar face” he said, bending slightly to place a tray of assorted fruits and four glasses of a smokey green liquid on the table.

“Oh... Grolo, this really isn’t necessary for tonight”

“Nonsense, it’s on the house” Grolo replied before stepping backwards, his hands crossing as he nodded while speaking, “Room 24 is prepared to your liking for when you’re ready. You two enjoy your evening”

You waited until Grolo disappeared from your eyesight before you raised your palms to your face, your heart beginning to beat slightly quicker from the conversation, you truly wanting to remain unexposed from the man beside you.

“So... Familiar face, huh?”

“Kenobi” you warned, you shielding your eyes from the world around you with your palms, Obi Wans own palm still resting on your knee.

“And what’s this ‘room 24’?”

“None of your business, that’s what it is”

“But it will be... once the Council is notified about the cheat that is lying under their noses”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, a sudden anger sparking inside you as you dropped your hands, your body shifting to face the man beside you.

“If you even think about speaking a word of this to them, I'll shatter each glass on this table and force it down your throat!”

Leaning back against the fabric of the booth, he brought one hand to his beard, scaping it slowly as he watched you, while the other slid an inch up your skin, unwavering from its position as he pushed, “Then confess whatever it is that you’re hiding about this place, what you’re hiding about yourself”

You wanted to call him out on his bluff, wanted to believe that he wouldn’t speak a word of what he’s already witnessed to the Council – wanted to trust him – yet you knew you couldn’t, you fully aware of his devotion to his job. So you leaned forward, grabbing two of the four drinks in front of you and bringing them to your lips, you shotting one after another like the liquid had no burning aftertaste, you in desperate need of any confidence boost for what you’re about to tell the man you resented the most.

“Fuck. Fine. This...” you started, pausing momentarily with hesitation, Obi Wans eyes lingering on your face as you sighed, “This all began quite some time ago now.”,

“Master Yoda caught word of a potential bounty passing though this area of Coruscant every few nights. He knew it was too risky himself to check the area out, so he sent me”,

“His intentions were to get any information on the man. If the potential bounty belonged to a gang, if he had a following, who he was involved with. I came here, unsure if the bounty would even step foot in this place, with no indication on how to secure the information Yoda wanted”

“And the mission was successful?” Kenobi asked, his hand still raking through the hairs on his chin.

You nodded, swallowing the nerves building inside your tightening throat from what you were confessing for the first time.

“Call it intuition, or even the Force, but he ended up coming here. I sparked a conversation, and he fell right into my trap. I knew it was too risky to use any of my... Force abilities. So I tried something else, and it worked after some time. He told me what I needed to know, and I reported it all-”

“What was it?”

“What was what?”

“Your method. Possibly spiking of his drink? I wouldn’t put that past you-”

“Seduction, actually” you spat, your features lifting with your matter-of-fact tone while his jumped in shock, a small cough escaping his mouth as he suddenly leaned forward, the hand that was resting on your leg now shooting across the table to grab ahold of one of the remaining drinks.

“Seeing how successful it was” you continued, a half smiling tugging at your lips from the surprise your statement caused, “I decided to come back and try it again on a different occasion. And that’s how it started. The more I came here, the more potential threats would walk through those doors – Grolo’s bar being sort of a... hot spot, I guess, for people who want to remain unseen. I’d buy each one a drink here and there, enough for them to lose track of what they’re saying, sweet talk them the way a man like them would want to be spoken to, and suddenly the information I'd want would pour out of them. Easily”

“But why do it if it wasn’t necessary?”

“Because it kept me one step ahead. I attained information no other Council member had. Their confessions helped me out on multiple missions. I know who's connected to who, and who to avoid, where these people stay, what threats they pose. Besides, you and I both know how slowly the Council can move at times. I’ve just pushed myself to have a head start”

“So you’d... seduce these... men into giving you information, out of your own will?”

“Yes, Kenobi. I did” you said, your eyes switching from his face to the single drink remaining, you leaning forwards to grab it, your pulse jumping as you pretending to ignore the way Obi Wans eyes watched your moving frame, “But nothing I've done is against the Jedi code, nor is it a crime”

“Not yet. You’re yet to inform me about this ‘room 24’”

You remained silent as you rested back into the seat, you bringing the drink to your lips as your eyes lingered on Obi Wans, your stomach beginning to churn at the thought of you sharing your deepest secret to the man you’d wish to keep your secret from most.

“Or you can tell the rest of the Council themselves, I'm sure they’d love to know” he said, his tone flat as he slowly began shuffling himself out of the booth, you immediately snapping your hand to wrap around his forearm stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t! Just... Believe me, Obi Wan, it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be”

“And why should I have faith in your words? You can’t even tell me what is that you’re hiding, how can I trust that!”

“Okay... Just sit, please”

With a small huff, he returned to his previous position, spinning himself around to face the bar behind him, arm waving towards the empty tray on the table before adjusting himself to face you once more, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he did so.

“If you’re going to make me stay, I might as well make it worth my while” he said coolly as one of the bartenders approached the booth with a full tray of drinks, swiftly placing it on the table, replacing the now empty one. He reached forward, his body barely lifting from the back of the seat as he grabbed the glass, his eyes looking deeply into yours as he took a sip causing the pits of your stomach to ignite with warmth. “Now finish the story, or I'm leaving. Don’t make me regret this decision” he said, following with your name at the end of the sentence.

You wanted to push him, tease him about how precious the Council was to him, but you bit your tongue as you drowned the rest of your drink fully knowing there was no way out of the hole you unwillingly dug yourself in.

Here goes nothing.

“I was here every few weeks, doing the same routine. But... one night, things sort of changed. This scoundrel from Coruscant's south, no matter how hard I pushed, he gave no information on what I wanted to know. At first, I was in control, but the more we consumed, the more I... drifted from my purpose. Things started to take a turn, and... well, one thing led to another, and we... you know. I didn’t end up getting the information I wanted out of him, so when I came back, I tried again with someone who had connections to the scoundrel, but I was met with the same fate. After that, my purpose for coming to this side of town had a... different meaning”

As the words left your lips, Obi Wans entire demeaner shifted, his relaxed composure becoming stiff, his jaw locked with tension as his eyes glared at you, a pit of rage boiling within him at your confession. Yet he kept himself together, trying to attain his burning jealousy as you continued your story.

“Grolo, whenever I'd return, he’d allow me to stay in a room here with these... people. Room 24. He had trust in me, because I'd brought in good revenue for him with all my previous assignments, and he refused each man from leaving the next morning without covering the bill for the night's stay. We build sort of an understanding, a bond – myself and Grolo. I supplied him with customers, he supplied me with a free room”

Concluding your confession, you released the deep breath you didn’t know you were holding back, you shotting the remainder of your drink before speaking once more, “That's all it is, Obi Wan. I’m not a criminal, or a cheat to the Council, so you can drop the need you so desperately have to inform the Council of any of this”

You both sat in a momentary silence, your heart hammering in your chest as you waited for any sort of response from Kenobi, his silence out of character. Yet your pulse was met with a match, Obi Wan feeling as though his own heart was bound to leap out of his chest any moment due to the spiraling anger within him. Images began to play in his mind of the story you shared, flashes of your naked frame entangled with another - someone who wasn’t him - blinding his vision entirely, him taking no note of the rattling glass in his hand until the soft call of his named tore him from his thoughts.

“... Obi Wan?” you mumbled, your hand reaching out towards him, your fingers barely grazing his skin before he pulled back, his voice a sharp slice as he spat his words.

“You’re unbelievable!”

“I’m sorry?” you questioned, your already hammering heart going into overdrive from his outburst.

“Are you in some state of delusion? You’d be foolish to believe any of this is okay”

"What are you... I told you I've done noth-”

“There's something in this lifestyle you’re hiding amongst that you truly desire. These relations, you want them more than you’re allowing yourself to believe. You’ve gone against me-… Against the Jedi Code. I thought you were smarter than this, but clearly, I was wrong about you”

Absorbing his belittlement, your shock was quickly switched to anger, you hurt that he was speaking to you this way after you opened to him for the first time about something nobody else knew, something that you would’ve never had spoken on if it wasn’t for his threats in the first place.

“Don’t try and act as though you’re innocent, Obi Wan, like you’ve never had some fun before. We all remember whatever it was that happened between yourself and Dutchess Satine!” The Dutchess’s name on your tongue left a sour after taste, a quick flash of memories passing through your mind as you spoke, images of Obi Wan watching the woman fondly, her arm entwined with his and they walked together, the memory so bitter in your mind that it only added fuel to your already wild flame.

“What you’re doing is incomparable to that. It was a moment of clouded judgement, of weakness. It was a half-whited act, but nowhere near as close to what you’ve been doing”

“My business is different!” The alcohol you’d consumed began to take full effect, you unaware of just how loud you were both shouting at one another until you noticed the turning of heads surrounding the booth, various eyes falling on yourself and Obi Wan.

“And how is that?!”

“You formed an attachment, I didn’t! You got entangled with emotions, I'm only after momentary fulfillment!”

“You are surely blinded! This is outrag-”

You weren’t sure what pushed you over the edge – possibly the heat flushed against your cheeks or the tears beginning to well behind your eyes - but you finally got fed up with the ongoing argument, you swiftly rising from the seat, your body swaying slightly as you shuffled yourself towards the exit of the booth.

Before you had the chance to walk off, you felt a forceful grip suddenly wrap around your wrist, his soft plea for you to stop barely audible as you cut him off immediately, snatching your arm from his as you spat back, “Don’t!”

Shocked expressions were blurred around you as you stormed off, the effort of not allowing your hot tears to spill over blocking out the calling pleas of your name from behind you. You repeatedly attempted deep breaths as you pushed your way around passing creatures, your shaky hands a direct result of the alcohol and adrenaline cocktail flowing through your bloodstream.

Muscle memory navigated you through the various hallways leading you towards the back rooms, your fingers dancing along the keypad of the door you knew too well, a small flash of green blinking before the door unlocked, you pushing the steel frame open. Immediately you were welcomed with dim lighting, the smell of vanilla wafting through your nose as you waved your hands towards your face, your palms cuffing your eyes as you exhaled sharply.

For a few quiet moments, you stayed in that position, the fire inside you putting up a continuous fight towards your attempt of calming yourself, you completely unaware of the presence that had joined you in the room until you heard the thunder of the steel door forcefully closing behind you causing you to rapidly twirl in shock, your hands ripping from your eyes as they connected with the blue eyes glairing back at you.

You watched each other in silence, the anger within you sparking up at the sight of him, your previous attempts at becoming calmer thrown out the window within seconds. As his eyes scanned your frame, his somewhat stiff stance loosened, his eyes softening as he absorbed your upset state. His mouth opened to speak, but before he had the chance to mutter a single syllable, your words silenced his, the sentences freely falling from your lips.

“When all this began, for the first time in my life, I felt as if I was lifted from any burden. Weightless from all responsibilities. No rules, no restrictions, no Council or Jedis. Do you know how freeing that felt? To be nothing but a girl having some fun with a stranger at a bar? It was like being able to breathe again for the first time!”

He listened to each word you spoke, his mouth remaining shut as he stepped towards you, you moving yourself in the opposite direction as he did so.

“It was harmless fun Kenobi! Believe it or not, I really don’t care, but that’s all it was! And if you’re so opposed by it, go ahead and tell the Council!!”

“No” he mumbled flatly, his eyes never leaving yours as his head shook, his body moving another step closer to yours.

“Why not?!” you shouted, the back of your knees finally hitting the edge of the bed as you backed away from his approaching body, “Maybe they’ll believe you, banish me from the temple. You’ll be able to reign free, the great General Kenobi at the peak of his game!”

“No” he repeated, this time louder as he began to close in on you, a warm puddle forming in the pit of your stomach as you noticed a glimmer of crazy in his eyes that you’d never seen before.

“Thats what you’ve strived for all these years, isn’t it? The moment I stepped foot in that temple you wanted me out of there! Nows your chance! I know this is what you want to do, so just do it!”

Within the blink of an eye, his arms extended in front of him, his warm palms landing on your waist as he pulled you towards him, your chest slamming into his, your breath knocked from your lungs at the contact. His head tilted down to meet yours, one arm removing itself from your waist only to place itself on your chin, his fingers pinching your skin as he directed your head to face his.

“You have no idea what I want!”

The small blow of his breath drifted across your open lips, the sensation sending a wave of tingles down your spine, a pool of warmth forming between your weekend legs as his angered eyes peered into your own.

“You think having you removed from the council is what I desire? To not have you within reach, have you out of my eyesight for even a single second? I would rather take a blade to the skull than to have you out of my life, leaving me miserable while you’re out there being fulfilled by some low life stranger who doesn’t even know your real name”

As the last sentence left his lips, he pulled your body as close as possible, your heart fluttering as you breathily gasped, his following words causing you to almost fall to your knees as he whispered them onto your flushed skin, “They could never do what needs to be done with you. You don’t even know what real fulfillment is”

Lifting your head, his fingers still attached to your skin, you inched your face towards him, you pausing at the soft touch of his lips brushing yours, your words vibrating the curve of his bottom lip as you whispered, “...Then why don’t you show me?”

The breath was knocked from your lungs once more as your frame was suddenly pushed backwards, you collapsing onto the mattress with force, Obi Wans body close behind you as he softly landed on top of you. Leaving no time to waste, he spread his knees to rest on the outsides of your thighs, his hands grabbing at your waist once more as he shuffled you towards the top of the mattress, your body effortlessly tossed towards the soft pillows.

Barely able to settle from his rapid moving of your body, he crawled his way back on top of you, his lips immediately connecting with the base of your jaw causing an audible sigh to clear from your lungs.

“You have no idea...” he started, each word interrupted by a sloppy kiss as he worked his way down your neck, “how deeply I've wanted... how deeply I've... needed you”

His confession made your mind swirl, your hands instinctively gripping at his clothing, trembling fingers unbuttoning and tugging the fabric away from his torso as he roughly worked his mouth across your skin. With each suck and nip, your breaths drew deeper which only seemed to encourage him more.

“For countless years... my every waking moment” he breathed, his hips connecting to meet with yours, you noticing the stiffness between his legs for the first time causing you to groan, “... has been consumed with thoughts of you”

His upper body now rid of clothes, you suddenly felt extremely warm in your own clothing, your head tossing to the side as you struggled to free your arms from the twisted scarf clinging to them. Noticing your movements, Obi Wan withdrew himself from your neck, his movements twice as fast as he assisted in removing your scarf, him balling the item up and tossing it behind him, you taking the small moment to focus on his lips, the skin dark and plump, the wetness glazed across the his lips giving you the urge to connect your own with his.

Returning to face you, his eyes caught sight of your gaze, his heart skipping a beat when you made contact with him. Your flushed cheeks and darked pupils almost sent him into a complete frenzy, but the small pull of your soft smile drew him back into reality, him needing to clear any doubts before continuing, his one arm keeping him hovered above you while the other stroked a strand of hair from your cheek.

“If... if this isn’t what you want, we can st-”

Unable to wait a moment longer, you snaked your arms around his neck, drawing him into you as you pushed your lips onto his. The moment you made contact, pure euphoria spread itself through each nerve in Obi Wans body, him kissing you back twice as hard as his heart leaped in his chest. Finally, he thought.

You pulled back slightly, your attempt to speak cut short as Obi Wan eagerly chased your lips, him deepening the kiss the moment his skin met yours, not wanting to spend another second away from your lips.

You allowed him to take you in, his lips dancing along with yours as his hips began to slowly grind onto you, your soft sigh tumbling into his mouth causing him to kiss you deeper.

“Obi” you mumbled, him humming in reply, completely engulfed by bliss, his lips never leaving yours.

“Obi Wan” you repeated, this time louder as you pulled away from him with a small laugh.

As much as you were enjoying the sensation of his lips on yours, the ever-growing pulse between your legs was growing stronger with every passing moment, and you were on the edge of becoming desperate.

“What is it?” Kenobi questioned, his eyes clouding with doubt as he scanned your face, your delicate hand now combing back his long hair welcoming him with immediate reassurance.

“I need you...” Your simple worlds caused the man to completely crumble, the sentence one he’d dreamt of for countless years, certain he’d never have the pleasure of being on the receiving end when you said it. Yet there he was, laying on top of the woman he loved, the worlds a looping constant in his mind as he watched you. “... Please”

As if sprung back to life from the dead, he didn’t want to wait a single moment longer, his hands frantic as they reached around to the back of your neck, unfastening your dress and peeling the fabric from your upper body and down to your hips, you shuffling on the mattress, assisting him in any way you could. Pulling the material down your legs, he used one hand to toss it behind him, the other tugging the shoes from your feet before he did the same to himself, ridding him of his pants and footwear before returning his attention to you.

Stoll hovering above you, he spends a small moment ogling at your naked torso, the way your sprawled hair and tinted cheeks complemented your exposed skin. He was certain he was in the presence of an angel, wishing he could freeze the sight of you before him and stare at it for eternity, yet the harness between his legs prevented him from doing otherwise, him lowering himself to your chest.

His hands roamed freely across your skin, the sensation of his drifting fingers leaving your hairs standing on edge as his mouth now worked itself across your shoulder blades, each hot kiss leaving a trail of wetness behind.

Even though you had no intention of staying quiet, small sighs and groans fell freely into the air, each one growing louder as Obi Wan worked his way down your body, him coming to a standstill as his mouth reached your breast.

His mouth occupied with one, his hand now toying with the other, your breathing grew heavier in pleasure, only spiraling the frenzy that burned inside Obi Wan.

“Oh my... oh my god” you breathed, your hands shifting between the back of his shoulder blades and the strands of his hair.

“You’re so beautiful” he mumbled dreamily, his mouth and hands switching positions as he worked himself across to your right breast, his hand now kneading your left.

Although you were coursing with pleasure, you still needed more, you growing impatient with his slow teasing.

“Obi Wan, I...”

“Yes, my darling?”

“I need more”

“More?” he teased, his head lifting from your chest and snaking its way to your neck, him now trailing a row of small pecks to your ear, pausing to whisper, “Tell me what you want”

“Your hands. Please, Obi”

An exhale of laughter blew into your ear, Obi Wans mouth finding your own as his hand snaked its way down your body, his hand slightly trembling as it reached the lining of your underwear. He toyed with the edge of the fabric, your lips mashing with his as your hips lifted in reflex to the touch, pushing him to continue.

As his fingers dug beneath the fabric, you released a rumbly moan into his mouth, the sound causing him to eagerly press further, the pads of his fingers collecting wetness as he explored. Your sounds of pleasure grew more rapidly as his fingers moved, him finding your bundle of nerves with ease causing you to cry out and press up onto his hand, a smirk forming on his face as you did so.

Both your palms now held his cheeks, keeping his lips pressed against yours as his hand worked on your below, a rhythm forming in his movements causing a buildup to form within you, a pressure initiating in your core.

Keeping his thumb on your bud, his index and middle finger explored lower, pausing at your opening.

“Is this what you desire?” he asked between kisses, his voice low and rough. You nodded in agreement, your eyes shut in bliss as his thumb continued its movements.

“You words. I need your words”

“Yes!” you cried desperately into his mouth, a sigh leaving both of your lips as his fingers entered you.

His movements started slow, him taking in each new feeling as his fingers slowly worked in and out, but it wasn’t until he felt the connection of your hip meeting his hands that he allowed himself to speed up, your continuous moans on his lips reassurance that you were enjoying yourself. It wasn’t long before the tension within you began rapidly building to new heights, the two of you breathing deeply into one another.

“Obi...” you moaned, your mouth detaching from him, bottom lip falling slack as your skin began to tingle with pleasure, “I’m... I'm close”

His movements stayed steady, your hands beginning to shake as you drew closer to your release until everything suddenly stopped, his fingers inside you now a ghostly presence as he removed his hands from beneath your underwear, bringing them to his own, him pulling the fabric down as you gaped at him in disbelief of what he’d just done.

“Why did you st-”

Your questioning was interrupted with a firm, sloppy kiss, you jumping at the return of his hands as they fell on the side of your leg, grabbing the fabric of the only remaining piece of clothing on your body before tugging them down your thighs.

“I need to feel you, now” he said as he leant back on his knees, readjusting to both of you around so that his legs were between yours, your legs bent and thighs spread as he lowered himself, his body straight as he hovered above you once more. His free hand grabbed his shaft, lining it up with your core, his eyes peering up at you as he did so.

“Are you s-”

“Obi” you groaned in annoyance, your body still tingling from his edging just before.

“I need you to be sure” he said back with a competitive tone, yet the small smile on his face revealed anything but anger.

“I want you Obi Wan. Right now. Please”

With your green light, he thrusted his hip towards you, your entrance welcoming his tip as he lowered himself into you, the sounds leaving both of your mouths a cocktail of pure pleasure. He moved slowly, wanting to prevent causing you any discomfort but also needing to savor the feeling. This really is heaven, he thought.

Dragging himself in and out, he refused to pick up his pace until you granted him to do so, a wave of excitement spreading through him as your hips began to meet his. He entered you with more force, hip colliding with yours as he rocked into you, causing you to cry out in satisfaction.

“Faster” you mumbled, your head falling sideways as he began to move more vigorously.

“What was that?” he teased, pretending to not hear your words.

“Please, faster, Obi Wan!” you cried.

His speed doubled as he worked into you, both of your bodies rocking in sync as he lowered his mouth to your neck, his lingering pecks growing sloppier as he the time passed, vocal groans and heavy puffs rumbling against your now tender skin.

The familiar building began to form within the pits of your stomach once more, your hands reaching out to claw at the exposed skin of Kenobi's back as you breathlessly moaned, “Fuck... You’re so good”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmh hmmm” you nodded, his lips snaking their way down to your chest once more before returning to your face, his forehead resting on yours as his wild eyes peered down into yours.

“No other scum can please you the way I can” he groaned somewhat angrily, his lips pressing onto yours forcefully as his thrusting hardened causing a cry to crawl itself out from your throat, “Only I can... God, only I can have you like this. Tell me only I make you feel this good”

“Obi Wan!” you called, your chest rising and falling rapidly as the ache in your core drew closer to release.

“I said tell me!” he paused, his hand snaking its way down to your thigh, gripping the skin and hiking your leg up beside him causing his thrusts to fall deeper inside you.

“It’s only you, Obi- Oh my... Only you make me feel this good!”

“That’s right...” he cooed, placing a kiss to your swollen lips as his forehead returned to yours, his eyes lapping up the visual pleasure displaced across your face.

Your cries both messy and loud, your hands began to shake once more as you were now on the edge of your release, Obi Wans own pent up tension a reflection of yours as he bucked into you.

“I’m... I’m...” you stuttered, your hands frantic on his skin as his breath fanned your face, you unable to finish your sentence as his mouth returned to yours for a final time, his free hand gripping your skin tightly as you reached your peaks, you crying out inaudible appraisals as you came undone, your nails digging into Obi Wans flushed skin as he rocked into you, his release directly chasing yours, his loud moans echoing in your ears.

You rode the wave of your highs together, his hips continuing to rock into yours as he emptied himself inside of you, his mind a haze of complete bliss as you held him, your rocky breaths across his skin sending shivers down his spine.

You stayed like that for what you wished could be an eternity, basking in the euphoria that coursed through your veins as you both relaxed into one another, you gasping as Obi Wan removed himself from your warm walls before plummeting onto your frame, your skin to skin contact an immediate warming comfort.

Catching your breaths, your hand raked the skin on his back, your palms soothing the red scratches you created just moments before as he delicately placed fluttery kisses on your already bruising collarbones. Neither of you had spoken a word, you both basking in the moment, absorbing the affections you were gifting to one another before Obi Wans head rose from your chest, his eyes slightly glassy as he drew in your attention.

“As cathartic as that was... we do have an assignment to complete” he joked, the hair on his chin tickling the skin on your chest as it bounced with laughter, you tossing your head back with a groan before peeking down at him once more, his wide smile a reflection of your own.

“I hate you, Kenobi” you teased, your hands snaking their way up through his hair, your fingers pausing to give a section of strands a slight tug as you spoke causing his smile to widen.

“My darling, I hate you more than you’ll ever know”

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sarcastic-sketches · 1 year

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Suddenly bowled over by the image of Anakin with a baby Ahsoka strapped to his front during the middle of work. Ok I guess??

Ahsoka getting cursed into a toddler during the Clone Wars and Anakin is now suddenly responsible for a literal baby. He is now acutely aware of the fact that the 501st are in an active engagement and his protective instincts are dialed right up to max. They have to be pulled back from the front, a young padawan was pushing it as it was but this is a Babby.

He's having to think about what baby togruta eat. Ahsoka can't feed herself or defend herself or anything except wiggle around like a striped potato. Her montrols are non existant, just little nubs, and its almost bringing this Jedi Knight to tears with how cute she is. He knows she's a carnivore but surely they don't eat meat that early?? Do they need anything else to develop correctly?? Is he going to accidentally harm her somehow through neglect?!

Anakin: Master Ti, what do baby togruta eat??

Shaak: Pardon?

Anakin: Help.

She gets the explanation from Anakin in pieces and a better explanation from Kix. She can tell him how to look after her until they can reach Coruscant, milk if they have any on board will do fine in the interim and Ahsoka will like being bundled up. The pressure of being cocooned is soothing (thinking of Momma Tano strapping babby Ahsoka to her front but now it's Anakin making sure she goes with him everywhere) and will prevent her from becoming too agitated.

She keeps chewing on his leather glove when he holds her but he doesn't mind, and just lets her gnaw on his knuckles like a chew toy. Its not his flesh hand anyway so it's fine. He can’t effectively secure her to him on his own so he has to get Rex to help him do it properly with Shaak still on speeddial for instructions.

She can’t help but notice how oddly domestic the scene looks as Rex carefully wraps Ahsoka in her papoose cocoon to Anakin's chest. They're both cooing at her. Shaak cannot wait for a Council meeting to be called about this.

The clones are caught between being distraught at what's happened to their Commander, as well as thinking she's the cutest thing they've ever seen. Since Anakin is now focusing harder on keeping Ahsoka safe since she can't protect herself anymore, Rex has taken it upon himself to stick at their side even more than usual. Just a very protective satellite orbiting around both Jedi in case they need anything.

No, the other men are not jealous that Anakin automatically hands Ahsoka off to his Captain if he needs to be free if her for a minute or two.

Back on Coruscant he knows she's better off being handled by the creche but ... that's his Padawan, just small. Everyone on the Council had hoped he'd deal with a Padawan just fine but were admittedly a little surprised by just how well he took to it. Seeing him immediately throw himself into taking care of baby Ahsoka, and all her species specific needs, has a lot of them second guessing their assumptions of him.

It's Obi-Wan who eventually asks where his almost instinctual knowledge comes from. The answer is that Shmi Skywalker was the go to mum for any new mothers on Tatooine and there were quite a few in the slave quarters during Anakin’s time there. He learned by just being there to help out.

Obi-Wan: if you want to continue to care for Ahsoka, you could do so by just working in the Creche and helping there with the rest of the infants

Anakin: !!

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madeinnaboo · 1 year

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theirs | anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi

requests are open!:)

words: 1.7k

warnings: soft dom! Obi Wan, hard dom! Anakin, unprotected sex, p in v, creamp!e, punishment, names, corruption kink, use of the force, heavy(?)

,,I hope I don't get you into too much trouble`` Your friend says as she opens the door into her room. You smile at her and fix your ponytail.

,,Of course not; I'll see you tomorrow?`` You were actually in so much trouble, and just thinking about your Masters made you anxious.

,,Yes ma`am`` Your friend saluted you, and you laughed at her before giving her a goodbye hug. After the door closed behind her, you took a deep breath and started walking towards the left wing, where your room was.

You lied about where you were going. Your friend really wanted to visit a planet that held some sort of race. That obviously meant you had to fly there, and that was strictly prohibited for you. Her master allowed her to travel wherever she wanted, and you were super jealous of her freedom. So naturally, you lied and said the two of you would just hang out around the temple. Your lie would work out if only you weren't almost 6 hours late. Something happened to your ship, and it took ages for your friend to fix it up. She didn't know about all the strict rules you had to follow, so she wasn't worried about being late.

After some time, you finally arrived to your room, and before you even got the chance to open the door, it flew open, revealing a tall figure. You looked up at him with fear in your eyes. Anakin's eyes were glowing with anger, and you had to manually breathe because it felt like you forgot how to. His hand wrapped around your arm and forced you into the room before closing the door behind you. Obi Wan was sitting on your bed with his head in his hands. When he heard the door close, he looked up and then quickly walked towards you. His hands grabbed your face, and you closed your eyes.

,,Are you okay, my love? Where were you? We were so worried`` He said, and you felt a stinging pain inside your stomach. You felt so bad; you genuinely wished something bad had happened to you.

,,I'm okay, we- we just forgot about the time. I'm so sorry`` You said when you opened your eyes and looked at the man in front of you. A scoff from the other man forced your attention to him.

,,That's interesting, because what I heard was that you and your friend made a little trip`` Anakin spoke with a mean voice, and you felt Obi Wan'shands slowly leave your face.

,,Is that true y/n?`` Obi asked with a surprised voice, and you looked at him with even sadder eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, but when nothing came out, Obi nodded his head in disappointment and took a step back.

,,Remove your clothes and get on your fours`` Anakin said as he started removing his robes.

,,Master-`` You tried to speak but were quickly stopped by an invisible hand squeezing your throat. Obi tilted his head, ready to stop Anakin from using the force if it got too much.

,,Im done with your shit y/n`` Anakin spoke as the force left your neck and walked over to you. His hand untied your robes and helped them fall from your body, leaving you only in your panties. You immediately felt seen and just wanted to hide in one of their arms. You hated when they were upset with you. A tear escaped your eye, and Anakin chuckled before wiping it off with his long finger.

"Don't you even think that crying will get you out of this`` He said before grabbing you by your arm and shoving you onto the bed.

,,Anakin...`` Obi said warningly. They both stared at each other for some time before Anakin shifted his focus back on you. You got on all fours at the end of the bed. Anakin walked to you and gave your exposed ass a harsh slap before grabbing your panties and pulling them off. You placed your upper body on the soft mattress, arching your back like that because you knew he liked it. You felt another much larger hand on your head as its fingers gently stroked your hair. You shifted your head so you could look at the older man. He was still very disappointed with you, but he cared. He then sat down on a small couch that you had near your bed, so he could watch you get fucked.

Anakin's left arm grabbed your hip, guiding you onto his cock. There was no foreplay, but all this made you wet enough to take him. You felt his tip in between your folds before he harshly slammed his hips towards you. His cock almost split you open. You moved your head and hid it in the fluffy blanket. A loud moan escaped your lips as you tried to get away from him, but his strong arms didn't allow you to do so.

,,Anakin, move her head so I can see her face`` Obi Wan spoke with a deeper voice, and soon you felt a sharp pain on your scalp as Anakin forced your head to face Obi Wan again. You opened your eyes to look at him. His legs were parted and he was slowly stroking his cock. You whined at the sight of his red tip. Anakin pulled his cock from you before slamming it back again, making you roll your eyes. Each thrust was followed by pain. He clearly didn't care about how you felt at the moment. His fingers were painfully digging into your skin, making sure to leave deep blue marks. His body was moving at an almost animalistic speed, filling you up with his cock so nicely.

You forced your eyes open so you could look at your other master. Your eyes were filled with tears, and loud moans were escaping your lips. Obi Wan tried his best not to cum just yet.

,,Such a fucking whore`` Anakin said through his teeth, and you bit down on your lower lip.

,,Yes master`` You did your best to say. He let out a loud growl before his thrusts became sloppy. Soon you felt his cock twitch, and after a few more thrusts, you felt him cum deep inside you. His forehead was sweaty, and he had to focus on his breathing. He stayed in you for a moment before quickly leaving your body, making you cry out. His eyes watched as his cum slowly spilled out of your abused pussy. Then he grabbed his robes and exchanged places with Obi Wan.

Obi just lowered his loose pants before tapping on your hip, making you change the position you were in. You laid on your back and opened your legs for him. His hands grabbed your thighs and pushed you closer to him before putting them on his shoulder. When your legs were secured, he grabbed his cock and guided it to your hole, which was already filled with Anakin`s cum.

He pushed his tip inside of you, making you whine in pleasure. His hands went back to your thighs, gently squeezing them before fully pushing himself inside of you. You arched your back and grabbed the blanket. His hips were moving way slower than Anakin's, but he still made sure that you knew this was a punishment.

With every passing second, you felt your brain getting mushier and mushier. Soon you weren't able to keep your eyes open, and your lips were open in a silent moan.

"Don't you even dare to cum`` Anakin's voice cut through the room, and you furrowed your brows in disagreement, which caused Obi Wan to warningly slap your thigh.

You weren't sure how long it took before Obi Wan's moans joined yours and his cum mixed with Anakins.

You barely felt him leave your body or even lower your legs. Anakin got up and headed to the door.

,,Anakin, she's your responsibility`` Obi Wan said as he tied his pants, making the younger Jedi stop. He looked down at you. It was true. You were Anakin's responsibility since he was your true Master.

,,She knows she doesn't deserve my care`` He said and you pouted your lips. Obi Wan sighed when he left the room.

,, Come here`` He said as he reached out to grab you in his arms before helping you to your bathroom. He sat you down on the cold marble bathtub. You felt like you could pass out at any time, so you rested your back against the cold tiles.

Obi Wan grabbed a cloth and put it under warm water before kneeling down in front of your naked body. He gently parted your legs and started cleaning your inner thighs. When his knuckle touched your swollen clit by accident, your body shot to his face. He looked up at you before placing the cloth next to you. He brought his index finger to your clit and drew small circles on it. You swore you could see stars. You opened your legs for him and prayed to all the gods that he wouldn't stop. And he didn't. Just like that, within a few seconds, he brought you to your orgasm, which hit you hard. Your legs started to shake, and he had to grab your body so you wouldn't fall.

When he was sure you were done, he pushed two of his fingers deep inside of you, making you whine in discomfort. He then brought his two fingers covered in his, Anakins', and your cum to your lips, and you happily licked them clean.

Then he just cleaned the rest of your body and helped you to your bed. You thanked him with a kiss on his lips, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, deepening the kiss.

,,Please don't do this again. I was really worried`` He whispered to your abused lips, and you quickly nodded.

,,I am sorry, Master`` You said as you sat down on your bed, and with a nod, he left your room.

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shangchiswife · 1 year

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anakin skywalker- broken promises

summary: you get injured in battle and break a promise that you made with anakin.

anakin x fem!reader

warnings: smut, character death

word count: 1335

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Once the final droid was split, in two Anakin Skywalker let out a loud yell of victory.

He and Obi-Wan and their clone squadrons had fought for days to remove the presence of the Sith on Bespin.

The rest of his clone crew was celebrating, bumping chests with one another as he searched the battlefield for a sign of you.

You had also brought your troops to fight after Anakin had frantically messaged you saying how they were going to surrender if there wasn’t any extra aid.

You had been back on Coruscant after recently coming back to Tatooine for a mission to rescue a senator from a Sith Lord and you had been resting back at your quarters when you received Anakin’s transmission.

Immediately you had called your troop in and set a course to Bespin.

You and Anakin had known each other for years ever since he became a padawan under Obi-Wan. You had been one of the first people to welcome and befriend him as he would always receive nasty glares from other padawans that were jealous of the amount of attention he received from other masters.

Just last year you had both confessed your love to one another and established a secret relationship. Whenever you could, the two of you would hold hands on missions, sneak over to each other’s rooms at night, and shower each other with kisses.

You both were madly in love with each other and it showed.

Anakin looked around for any sign of you as he watched your squadron arrive to his location.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked one of the clones.

“Not sure sir, we lost track of them while we were fighting,” the clone shrugged his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he mumbled worriedly as he started to scour the battlefield.

It was a massacre with a mixture of bloodied clones with horrible gashes and torn-up droids.

Captain Rex appeared at his side and put a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ll find them, general,” the captain gave the Jedi a reassuring look.

“Boys, c’mon stop your playing, we need to look for General Y/N!” Rex barked at the clones who immediately got in formation and started to look.

Surely you were playing a prank on him, right? Anakin thought as his eyes scanned the mass of dead bodies and droids thorougly.

But deep down he knew that you’d never play a prank in a graphic scene like this.

Anakin ran a hand through his dark hair nervously as he stomped through, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Suddenly he heard a voice that made his heard stop.

“Anakin…”

“Y/N! Where are you?” Anakin asked, spinning around.

The moment he saw you his heart stopped.

Your once beige tunic was now stained red and there was a large pool of blood surrounding you. Gashes littered your entire body and your eyes were sunken making you almost unrecognizable to him.

The Jedi immediately knelt down and lifted your tunic to reveal your stomach which had a large wound in the center.

“Baby what happened?” Anakin asked, cradling your face.

“Some fucking Sith Lord impaled me and a droid paralyzed my legs,” you hissed as Anakin applied pressure to the wound.

“Shh…I need to stop the bleeding,” he said, trying his hardest to mask his fear.

“Anakin, don’t you see, I’m dying,” you chuckled weakly as you watched your partner’s brown eyes widen.

“What? No you’re not. We’ll take you to the medical bay-”

You shushed him with a shaking finger.

“Anakin look at the amount of blood that has come out of me and I can never walk again,” a tear slipped down your cheek as you watched his mouth tremble.

“I can never take walks with you again,” a weak sob escaped your lips.

“We’ll get this through together, Y/N,” his voice broke as he caressed your cheeks.

“I feel the force draining from me, the stab was fatal,” you coughed sending droplets of blood onto Anakin’s dark robe.

“Please don’t leave me,” the Jedi cried, picking up your upper body and pushing you against his chest.

Your vision blurred with tears.

“Just stay please,” you felt Anakin’s tears coat your forehead.

You wished desperately to comfort him but you were too weak to move and even breathe.

Suddenly you were blinded by a bright white light.

Goodbye, Anakin you used the force to send him one last message before you let your last breath.

Anakin let out a loud sob as he stared at your motionless body.

He cried and cried as he rocked your body back in forth in his arms. His eyes bloodshot from the amount of tears that leaked from his eyes.

The only thing he loved was gone.

….

You gripped Anakin’s arm as he ate you out like a starved man.

His tongue did wonders on your clit.

“Fuck, Anakin,” you sighed as you gripped his wavy hair, pulling him closer to your pussy.

He moaned at the tight grip you had on his hair as he plunged a single finger into your hole making your mouth contort into an o shape.

You whimpered at his actions as you felt him smirk against you.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me pretty girl,” he breathed out.

His dirty words sent you into a frenzy as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

Anakin looked up at you, your cum on his chin as you pulled him to you and pressed your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

“I fucking love you,” you said as he groaned into your mouth.

“I love you too,” he said, grinding his cock against you making you sigh with pleasure.

“You keep doing and I’m gonna cum again,” you grinned as he placed you on the floor with your ass-up.

“That’s the point baby,” he smirked, giving your neck a long kiss.

He pushed his cock between your folds and entered you making the two of you moan in unison.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Anakin shut his eyes with bliss.

“Mmm,” you moaned with pleasure at the feeling of being stuffed with his cock.

“Your pussy is squeezing me so good,” he said, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

“Holy shit,” you cursed as he started to thrust into you at a slow pace, allowing you to still get used to his large size.

“Faster,” you moaned out as Anakin immediately complied to your request and gripped your hips even harder, and slammed into you, his cock hitting your cervix in all of the right places.

Your eyebrows furrowed as he continued to manhandle you, breathing erratically.

The only sounds in the room were the sounds of skin slapping against one another and your sultry moans.

“Fuck baby, I’m-” he groaned, his cock twitching in you making you squeeze around him indistinctively.

His hips pounded into you faster.

“Me too,” you whined, feeling that familiar coil in your stomach.

You saw stars in your vision, toes curling, as you cummed your second time.

A moment later you felt him empty his seed into you.

“Gods that was amazing,” you gathered your breath as Anakin pulled out of you and rolled beside you.

“Yeah,” he sighed as he turned to you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

You scooted closer to him and nuzzled your face into his bare chest.

“I love you so much,” you mumbled into his chest as he chuckled and rubbed your naked back gently.

“I love you more,” he said, holding your face and staring lovingly into your eyes.

“Can we be together forever?” you asked, a shy smile appearing on your lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Only if you promise,” he lifted up his pinky and offered you the boyish smile that you fell in love with.

“I promise,” you wrapped your pinky around his and squeezed lightly.

Little did you both know that you would be breaking the promise a month later.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker angst #anakin skywalker smut #star wars x reader smut #star wars imagine #star wars x reader

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marvelstars · 4 months

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The attachment issue, Luminara and Anakin

So you know there is moment in clone wars where Barris and Ahsoka get buried under a ton of rocks and their teachers argue about how going rescuing her.

This moment I believe was made to show the problem when the attachment part of the code gets interpreted to it´s extreme conclusion imo.

Here Luminara talks to Anakin about his "attachment issues" that he needs to "let his apprentice go" obey the "will of the force" etc and you know, in normal circunstances, she would not be wrong about telling Anakin "letting go" of people who died some years or even days ago even if it definitely is insensitive and the last thing a grieving person would like to hear at that moment.

The problem here is that she is already talking about Barris and Ahsoka as if they were already dead mere minutes after being buried by rocks and in this particular case, not looking for them after a crash like that, could count as the reason WHY they died, in these cases time is essential to rescue as much people as you can because their oxigen could be cut or they could be crusched etc and I believe a Jedi Master like Luminara would be aware of this but she is too busy criticizing Anakin on his "attachment issues" instead of looking for both padawans with her jedi senses.

Anakin is so used of this happening of having this discussion with the Jedi Order, that he no longer argues with Luminara, he already had this same discussion with Obi-Wan hundreds of times so instead he barely pays her attention because HE IS TOO BUSY looking for Ahsoka to make sure she is still alive to RESCUE HER AND BARRIS but he also takes the time to comfort Luminara when she believes Barris is already dead.

For her part Barris is already getting ready to die almost as if it´s the WILL OF THE FORCE, it isn´t, this made me sad because she truly ressembled the clones who told Plo Koon about no one going looking for them because they are expendable, in Barris case it isn´t the will of the force, she is giving out way too early and is telling Ahsoka to do the same but they are Jedi, they are trained, they can try to scape or call their masters for help which is what Ahsoka does because that´s what Anakin teached her.

In the end Luminara IS HAPPY for getting her padawan back but she still believe she was 100 % right about giving anakin the attachment issue talk not considering the actual circunstances at all, Anakin is happy because Ahsoka and Barris are alive and Ahsoka is happy because she is alive and her master came for her just like he said he would in cases like this one.

But you know who ISN´T COMPLETELY HAPPY? Barris, she is grateful for being alive but she also expected, maybe, a little more worry from her master? who she loves as a mother?

I love how this goes unsaid because before this incident Barris was criticizing Anakin as well, about his "war mongering ways" and while she has not changed her oppinion about him she looks a little bit jealous of the kind of relationship Anakin and Ahsoka have, not because she wants Anakin to be her master, in fact Anakin and Barris are almost the same age but because she would like to have that kind of relationship with Luminara.

This is what I meant when I sa that while in theory the Jedi code is functional, in practice and in it´s interpretation it´s become unbalanced and it´s become a reason for the Jedi lose their balance as well because they have become so dettachted, they have become used to let their own or other people die way too early imo and this is part of why Anakin really could not agree with them, people should care for others, after all that´s what his Mom teached him "the biggest problem in the galaxy is that no one helps each other" right? and in this particular moment he is 100 % right and gets to rescue everybody, for his worry and compassion, those are some of his best qualities and as a jedi he put them in practice to honor his mother.

This also brings the question, does Anakin have attachment issues or he has a problem with the Jedi interpretation of attachment? some food for thought.

#anakin skywalker #meta: anakin #meta:ahsoka #ahsoka tano #luminara unduli #barris offee #star wars #Jedi Order Critical #the attachment issue

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starlazergazer · 2 years

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There Under the Surface

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Summary: An assignment sends you to spy on an old friend with Anakin. Though Anakin is quick to see the obvious feelings this friend still harbors for you. Anakin has never been good at controlling his emotions but for the good of the mission he is forced to swallow his jealousy to protect you and get what information from this old friend that he can.

Warnings: Jealousy, some angst, maybe one swear word

Word count: 7.5K (sorry not sorry!)

A/N: Written purely because I wanted a jealous Anakin but let me know what you think! Love you all!!

Your saber made a satisfying, familiar humming sound in your ears as you raised in threateningly, unable to fight a very unthreatening smirk from your face as you watched Anakin make a goofy grin back at you.

“I mean I don’t know why you even bother” He sassed, bending down into a fighting stance “we both know how this is going to end”

“With your back on the floor” You were quick to respond “mark my words Skywalker”

He only chuckled in response, giving you little time to prepare before charging quickly.

Luckily you needed none.

You effortlessly brought your saber up to meet his, sending your friend a wink as your sabers met between the two of you before raising your leg up to kick him back, Anakin letting you as he staggered backwards. The two of you had done this enough times to know how this would start.

“Always the first to rush in” You teased, swinging your blade effortlessly in a circle as you had seen Anakin’s master Obi-wan do before “so predictable”

“Why mess with what works” He responded with a smirk before once again charging.

Without even thinking about it you spun on the spot, letting Anakin’s saber blade sail past you as you brought yours up to strike.

Anakin, however, saw this coming, bringing his up to block. What you didn’t see coming, however, was Anakin’s foot soon following the blade, making contact with your stomach and pushing you backwards as you had done to him before.

With a surprised grunt you were knocked back several feet, just barely managing to stay standing. Your grip on your lightsaber, however, slipped in response, loosening just enough to allow Anakin to use the force and send it flying from your grasp.

Anakin didn’t bother to pay attention to where your saber was sent, his eyes never leaving your form as he chuckled mockingly “And thus we end our spar as we always do, with you saberless”

You laughed back in response before dropping back into a fighting stance, balling your fists in front of you “bold of you to assume I need a lightsaber to beat you”

Anakin just grinned back, giving you a soft shake of his head before he charged once again.

You did just as Obi-wan had taught you to beat his padawan, waiting until he was close before once again spinning to evade his blade, using your momentum to grab his wrist as he sailed by you and pull it forward, effectively knocking Anakin off balance.

Stumbling forward Anakin sloppily spun around back to face you, giving you just enough time to sweep your leg under his knocking your friend to the ground on his back.

Before he had a chance to catch his breath you had kicked his saber from his grip and squatted down next to him. “I told you to mark my words”

Anakin just laid on his back, chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he seemed to take a moment to process what had just happened “someone’s been taking notes from Obi-wan”

You laughed in response, standing back up and offering Anakin your hand to help him up which he took gladly, neither of you choosing to dwell on the fact that despite him now being on his feet he had yet to let go, or yet to drop your gaze.

That was until you heard a familiar clearing of your masters throat, you and Anakin immediately jumping apart as you stood at attention, greeting your master with a small nod.

“Y/N” She nodded back, greeting both you and Anakin with a similar nod “if you are done embarrassing the skywalker boy we are needed by the Jedi council”

“Of course master” you were quick to respond, making to follow your master as she left the room, spinning just in time to catch Anakin tossing you your saber with a wink.

You caught it easily, sending Anakin a quick grateful look, before completing your spin and wordlessly following your master out of the room, putting a bit of a spring in your step to catch up to her.

The two of you walked side by side in silence for a moment before your master broke it “I needn’t warn you again-“

You cut her off quickly “Anakin and I are just friends master, no more”

She paused briefly with a deep breath, taking a moment to think about what she wanted to say next before continuing “You can see, however, why I worry” she paused again with a sigh “the Jedi code doesn’t allow for attachments and be it a friendship or not I fear what you and padawan Skywalker have veers dangerously close to that line”

Mentally you scolded yourself for letting Anakin’s name slip earlier, straightening your posture subconsciously in response “I am loyal to the Jedi and the Jedi code. I believe what friendship padawan Skywalker and I have does not cross any line and I will make sure to keep it that way”

You saw your master glance at you through the side of her eye before responding “good” though you could tell she wasn’t completely satisfied. Having reached the Jedi council chambers, however, there was little more that could be said on it at the moment.

Instead she paused before the doors and turned towards you, hands coming out and straightening your robes in a calming ritual that had established instils before the two of you entered the chambers. Once satisfied she let her hands rest on your shoulders and allowed her eyes to finally make contact with yours, giving you an encouraging nod and waiting for yours in return before allowing them to drop and the two of you to enter.

As usual the masters all sat in a circle, your master pausing at the outer rim of it prompting you to walk into the center and greet the council with a restrained bow.

“Padawan Y/L/N” master Windu greeted you back with a small nod “we have an assignment for you”

You didn’t respond, instead letting your eyes travel to Obi-wan as he took up speaking next “Do you know a Robb Bolt”

Your eyebrows immediately drew in confusion “I knew a Robb Bolt back on Jakku growing up”

Obi-wan nodded encouragingly letting you know this was the response the council had hoped for before master Yoda spoke up “a member of the banking clan he is now”

You fought the urge to glance back at your master for guidance, unsure of where the council was going with this line of questioning “I have not heard from him since I was a youngling”

“Of course” Obi-wan was quick to respond “we have reason to believe, however, that he may be on the inside of a potential attack on coruscant”

“Robb?” You had forgotten to hide your surprised outburst, forcing yourself to take a moment and recollect before speaking “are you sure?”

“Quite” Master Windu responded curtly, “before we act, however, we want you to make certain”

“You want me to spy on Robb” You asked hesitantly, your eyes naturally drawing to Obi-wan in your confusion.

“We know you haven’t spoken in many years” He was quick to assure you though it did little to that effect “we figured that sending someone he knew, however, would be best.”

You still couldn’t wrap your mind around why they thought Robb would be behind such an attack. Sure you hadn’t seen him since you were young but surely he hadn’t changed that much in those years. “So you’re sending me to Jakku?”

“Under guise as his protection for a coming speech” Master Windu nodded, slightly more at ease now that you had seemed to accept the assignment “Along with padawan Skywalker”

You could only nod in response, not fully trusting your voice as your head swirled with this new information. What had Robb gotten himself mixed up in?

You hadn’t even realized your leg was bouncing up and down until Anakin sat next to you on the ship, placing a gentle hand on your knee. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you this nervous before”

You let out a breathy chuckle in response, leaning back in your chair trying your best to relax yourself “I haven’t seen Robb since we were kids, what if he doesn’t remember me?”

“Impossible” Anakin’s response came quick and on an exhale, so quiet you weren’t sure you were meant to hear it, before he continued louder “So you and Robb, you were close?”

“Very” you answered with a small smile, remembering your childhood friend fondly “He was the person I discovered I was force sensitive with actually”

Anakin nodded with a small smile, getting himself comfortable, silently asking you to continue.

“We thought if we hid it maybe the council wouldn’t come take me away” you obliged with a somber chuckle “then my parents were killed and I guess it didn’t matter.�� You paused briefly, giving you a moment to collect yourself “he convinced his family to take me in afterwards”

Anakin’s brows shot up in surprise “so if the council hadn’t come you’d still be with him”

You just shook your head, that very hypothetical having run through your head many times before “Realistically his parents couldn’t have afforded another mouth to feed, no one in that part could’ve. Who knows where I would’ve ended up” You shrugged, eyes fixed at a point on the floor in front of you “What mattered truly was that I needed a friend and in that moment he was a very good one to me”

You felt Anakin’s hand fall to your shoulder soothingly, giving it a comforting squeeze, and it almost scared you how much you desired to curl into his chest. No more words, no more vulnerability, just Anakin wrapping his arms around you and holding you in that moment.

But you knew you couldn’t.

“Anyways it’s a good think the council came when they did” You broke the silence quickly with a much louder tone “otherwise who else would be there to save your ass all the time”

Anakin chuckled in response and as if sensing what you were doing quickly withdrew his hand, pulling his body further away from you with a deep breath.

And with that the two of you resigned to listening to the groan of the ship as the landing gear engaged, the silence that filled the air not quite uncomfortable but still slightly tense.

You felt the ship touch down and the familiar sound of gears filling the air as the dock was lowered. Anakin chose to break the silence then, standing to his feet with ease and offering a hand to you “Well let’s go see if he remembers you” he teased with a wink.

Gratefully you took the hand and allowed him to pull you up, neither of you acknowledging that he held your hand in his for longer than was necessary, neither of you acknowledging that you gladly let him.

Anakin fell into step naturally behind you, thinking nothing of it until you suddenly stopped, him nearly crashing into your back.

But you had to pause as you made eye contact for the first time in years with your very close friend.

His eyes had not changed one bit from what you remember. Bright, wide, slightly mischievous. The face around them had aged, obviously slightly longer, larger, older, and yet the grin that broke out on it was instantly recognizable. There was no doubt that this was the Robb you knew.

With an almost giddy giggle you continued down the ramp towards him, not hesitating to wrap your arms around his neck as his snaked around your waist, laughing loudly as he immediately lifted you, effortlessly spinning you in a circle only causing you to grip tighter.

So caught up in your reunion neither of you noticed the way Anakin’s posture straighter ever so slightly, his chest puffing out almost imperceptibly, his jaw visibly clenching.

After what had seemed like far too long to Anakin, Robb set you down softly, his hands snaking from where they were on your waist to your shoulders and down your arms quickly, capturing your hands in his as he held you close.

You beamed up at him and Anakin noticed for the first time how well the word beamed seemed to fit your expression. He’d seen dozens of smiles from you, grins, smirks, laughs, and yet never one that lit up your face as much as this one. And it felt like a punch to the gut that it wasn’t directed at him.

“You’ve grown up” You remarked with a chuckle, your eyes dancing around his features.

“As have you” He responded in same “You look good Y/N”

You couldn’t have fought the blush from crawling over your cheeks if you had tired.

The trance shared between the two of you broke suddenly as the sound of a throat clearing tore through the air. Quickly you all but jumped away from Robb, eyes darting guiltily to Anakin standing at attention off to the side.

You missed the way Robb briefly tried to hold on to your hands as you tore them from his grasp, the way his hands hung momentarily in that same position before dropping limply to his sides, his fingers tensing slightly before he allowed them to hang comfortably.

Anakin didn’t.

But still he painted on a smile as you introduced him, following Robb’s lead and shaking his hand in greeting, and pretended not to notice the way Robbs eyes immediately returned to you before he had even dropped Anakin’s hand.

It was going to be a long mission.

You dropped your fork to the table as you doubled over in laughter, a hand coming to cover your mouth as you tried to stifle it.

“She still doesn’t trust the fruit” Robb laughed as well, eyes never leaving you as he recounted tales from your childhood and where various people were now.

You gave yourself a moment to calm your laughter, picking back up your fork and putting some food in your mouth “she deserved it”

This sent Robb into a fit of laughter and though he didn’t comment you know he didn’t disagree with you.

Anakin watched the two of you swap stories and laughter as if no time had passed at all. The immediate ease that had taken over you the moment the two of you had touched down was unlike anything Anakin had seen in you before, you seemed so carefree here, so happy, so open. It was as if not a moment had passed since you had left Jakku, as if you had talked to him every day for years.

But of course you hadn’t, you had talked to Anakin just about every day for more years than you had known Robb. So then how come you interacted with Robb in such a way and not with-

He hadn’t noticed how tight the grip on his fork had gotten, hadn’t noticed that Robb had asked him a question until you were calling his name.

The fork toppled from his hand as his gaze snapped up to yours, only then noticing the way the indent the forks handle ached on his palm. “Sorry what?”

He watched your brows draw together in concern as you met his gaze and felt his anger melt inside of him, an effect you uniquely had on him. “Anakin are you okay?”

“Yeah” he brushed it off, dropping his hands to his lap, straightening up slightly “sorry I think I’m just a little tired” he lied poorly, pushing his chair back “if you’ll excuse me I think I’ll had back to our rooms”

“Of course” Robb butted in and immediately he was fighting his anger back down inside of him again.

If nothing else Obi-wan would be proud.

You lounged on the couch casually next to Robb with a drink in your hand. You hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages and you were eager to enjoy it.

“So the banking clan huh?”

Robb chuckled in response, taking a sip from his glass with a shrug “couldn’t let you have all the fun”

You chuckled hollowly back “sure, fun”

“You don’t enjoy being a Jedi?” He asked you back with a raised bow.

“I wouldn’t exactly call being shot at regularly fun” You quipped back, mentally gearing up for a conversation you weren’t entirely ready to have.

“The Jedi order though” He prodded gently “do you agree with what they’re doing?”

You sighed softly to yourself, trying your best to balance an answer between the truth and what you thought he would want to hear should the council be right about him.

“We were meant to be peacekeepers” You answered finally “It feels as though we have strayed far away from that path, often choosing to play politics rather than actually help people”

Robb nodded in response a soft “I agree completely” escaping his lips before he took another sip.

And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make your stomach drop. Nothing you had said was a lie, you had to admit the order had its faults, but to hear Robb speaking out against it even if only to agree with you had you worried.

You and Anakin met Robb in the dining room for breakfast the next morning, padding lazily to your chair with Anakin dragging himself behind you, neither of you great morning people.

Robb was already sitting at the table, sipping from a mug with a lazy smile as he greeted you.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed too much Y/N” He teased as you sat “still not a morning person”

Anakin barely tried to stifle his scoff, not paying attention to the confused look you shot him as he reached for food before him.

“And I see you still are” you responded instead of giving Anakin’s noise any more attention.

“I have to be” He responded quickly, pushing a plate of food towards you “I have a meeting to get to across town in a few minutes”

You and Anakin shared a quick confused glance “You should have warned us we could’ve been up earlier”

“Oh no” He chuckled softly, his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up “you don’t need to come with me it will be a short meeting”

You shook your head quickly “we’re not letting you go alone?” it came out as more of a question than anything “Your life could be in danger”

“Could be” He emphasized “Look I respect and appreciate the two of you for what you’re doing but I don’t need a guard to go across town and meet with people I’ve known throughout my professional career”

“You’re not going alone. End of discussion” Anakin all but growled from his seated position at the table, not bothering to give Robb any more of his energy than required.

Robb stuttered slightly “No-I-uh” He looked at you with an almost desperate expression as if asking you for help.

Instead you simply crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair, staring him down.

“Alright fine” He reluctantly agreed with a huff “but you can’t go looking like Jedi”

You looked down at your robe, you brought your cloak as well but he had a point no matter what you still looked like Jedi

“We’ll tail you discreetly no one will ever know we were there” Anakin spoke up with a sigh

“No” Robb was immediately shaking his head “No I can’t risk that with these people.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The question was past your lips before you could stop it, a heavy accusatory tone in your voice that had even Anakin looking back at you in surprise.

Robb looked taken aback for a moment, eyes connecting with yours as he froze briefly “I-uh-I don’t need them thinking I need a Jedi escort over a little threat”

He seemed to stumble into the right answer, the response not coming out quite smooth enough for your liking. Enough, however, for you to momentarily drop it at least.

“Look if you drop the Jedi look Y/N can come to the meeting with me” Robb said, pointedly looking at Anakin instead of you.

Anakin was on his feet instantly “Absolutely not”

Before you could even get a word in Robb was talking again “Look this is a compromise, you want me to have a bodyguard fine I’ll take Y/N with me”

“She’s not going in alone” Anakin all but yelled back standing his ground.

“So what she’s not a capable enough of a jedi to protect me?” Robb baited Anakin, a small slick smile playing on his lips.

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it-“

You cut in before anything spiraled any further you were on your feet, a hand on Anakin’s chest pushing him back from the table, putting you between him and Robb “Look I will go with Robb to the meeting Anakin can trail behind in plain clothes so not to arouse suspicious”

“If I’m-“ Anakin started but you quickly whirled on him, a warning hand still placed on his chest.

“Anakin, a word?”

He stared back down at you for a moment before nodding reluctantly, sending one last glare at Robb before leaving the room.

You led him back to your room, shutting the door behind you before laying into him “What are you doing”

He recoiled back in disbelief “What am I doing? What are you doing?”

“Trying to accomplish our mission” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest “he’s letting me in on his meeting I can figure out what he’s actually up to”

“A member of the separatists wants to get you alone and you don’t see what’s wrong with that?”

You scoffed back “He only might be a separatist we don’t know that”

“That’s not good enough for me” Anakin grunted back, sitting at the end of your bed.

“I trust him” You responded “he’s my friend”

“He wishes he were more” It came out under Anakin’s breath but you nonetheless heard it, seizing onto anything that could explain why Anakin was acting this way.

“Is that what this is about?” You asked him almost in disbelief “You’re worried that what? Whatever feelings you think he has for me will get in the way?”

“I worry yours for him will” The words were out of Anakin’s mouth before he could even think about them, his pent up anger, frustration, and jealousy all rising to the surface in one outburst he knew he would live to regret.

You scoffed in response your own anger bubbling up as you squeezed your arms tighter around your chest “Listen here Anakin because I will only say this once” You seethed “I have no feelings for Robb but even if I did I am not a child incapable of controlling her emotions. I am a Jedi knight and I will be treated as such. Now get out of my room so I can change for this meeting I will be attending whether you like it or not”

A mess of emotions hit Anakin all it once. First a wave of shame and regret at his words, at how deeply they seemed to affect you, he truly never meant to imply you were an incapable Jedi. Next a brief moment of relief, official confirmation that you didn’t share in Robb’s obvious feelings. And that was what he was after right? So why did he still feel so guilty for having asked?

“Anakin out”

You snapped him out of his thoughts, jumping to his feet instinctively “Y/N I-“

You cut him off “No I’m not doing this with you now. I have to get ready now”

Reluctantly Anakin walked out of the door in a stupor, pausing again on the other side of the door “Y/N really I just want to-“

Instead of letting him finish you shut the door in his face.

You strolled ahead of Anakin side by side with Robb, Anakin left behind to sulk.

He had messed up. He knew that, he could feel it in every part of him. But somehow still seeing you looking as gorgeous as you did in that flowy dress, strolling calmly on Robb’s arm, it hurt worse.

He was more than likely a separatist, plotting the destruction of the republic and the jedi order as a whole, and you weren’t stupid. You could handle yourself should anything bad happen in this meeting and regardless he was right behind you.

And that was how he was going to get through this, he was going to focus on the mission at hand, just get you through this alive then he could focus on apologizing profusely.

Though he couldn’t pretend watching you walk into the building without so much as a look back at him didn’t hurt.

He paced nervously back and forth down the street from the building, his eyes never leaving the door. Robb had said short meeting but right now to Anakin this was feeling anything but short.

A loud sigh of relief escaped him when he finally saw the door open and you walk out first, Robb and a third man following shortly behind you. The relief, however, was short lived as you immediately started searching for him, your wide panicked eyes not taking long to find and connect with his.

His hand was to his saber immediately, his legs reflexively going into a crouch as he prepared to sprint after you though you quickly called him off with a small shake of your head. He cocked his head to the side in response though you just responded with a quick thumbs up before being led away by Robb with a soft hand on the small of your back.

At the very least you seemed okay and were talking to him and for now that was enough.

Anakin met back up with you and Robb back at Robbs house, Robb talking away cheerily clearly not noticing that you had stopped listening long ago, choosing instead to stare blankly at a spot in the corner.

Anakin came up behind you and softly squeezed your shoulder knocking you out of whatever trance you were in. You jumped slightly but calmed once you noticed it was Anakin “Hey you made it back” You interrupted whatever story Robb was telling.

“Yeah” He nodded with a small smile “how was the meeting?”

You looked over to Robb, nodding to him as if the two of you were in on some secret “Meeting went fine, no problems whatsoever”

Anakin eyed you suspiciously though nodded back “Good, looks like we were worried for nothing”

“Yeah well I’d prefer to be worried over nothing rather than the alternative” You sighed “but anyway I’m going to go change back into my clothes” You excused yourself from the two of them, sending Anakin a pointed look before making your way towards the rooms.

Anakin was ready to excuse himself as well to follow you though Robb beat him to it “I have some work to do on my speech” He sighed “I’ll be in my study should you need anything”

Anakin simply nodded appreciatively before making a break towards you as soon as he could, not making It far down the hallway before a hand shot out and pulled him into the nearest room.

You pulled Anakin into the room with wide eyes and his hands were immediately on your shoulders, eyes roaming all over looking for any injuries “what happened are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine” you brushed him off with a whisper “Ani…I think the council was right”

Anakin deflated slightly with a sigh, feeling the hurt and betrayal coming off of you in waves “so that is what the meeting was about”

“Not exactly” you shook your head, running an anxious hand through your hair “it was odd in a ‘don’t let the outsider know what we’re really talking about’ sort of way. Like they were trying desperately to talk about the issue while pointedly no talking about it”

Anakin rested his hand briefly on his chin in thought “I don’t think we can go back without any proof”

“Robb got a datapad from the other guy, made a big show of handing it over, my guess is the plans are on it”

Anakin nodded in response “okay we grab the datapad and get out of here. Any idea where it is now?”

You shook your head, starting to pace back and forth “He put it in his pocket when we left but I doubt he’ll keep it there all day”

“He was heading to his study to prep his speech” Anakin supplied “maybe he’ll store it there”

“Okay okay” You seemed to be almost assuring yourself “I’ll distract him after dinner you sneak into the study and search for it”

Anakin’s immediate instinct was to object, and in his mind rightfully so. It wasn’t ridiculous to not want to leave you alone with a separatist bomber, but he pushed it down choosing instead to step forward and grab your nervous fumbling hands. “Y/N are you okay?”

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact “yeah I’m fine”

Anakin instead said nothing, giving your hands a light squeeze, staring down at you until you couldn’t stay quiet any longer “Yeah it’s just-“ you sighed, extracting your hands and sitting on the end of the bed “Robb was like the last good thing from home you know? He was my best friend, he took my in when I had nothing and now he stands for a group trying to kill me” You had quickly started to ramble, the panic and pain building inside you.

Anakin sat wordlessly next to you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. You crashed your head against his chest, finding solace and comfort in his scent as it enveloped you, in the calm steady rise of his chest with each breath. “I’m sorry” you breathed out.

“You have no reason to be” his answer was immediate and silently you thanked him for that moment, for not saying anything but rather just holding you close while you needed it.

And as it turned out in this moment where you thought you had no one else you had Anakin.

It wasn’t exactly hard to get Robb alone. The night going similarly to the previous one with Anakin excusing himself after dinner and Robb suggesting drinks on the couch again.

What was difficult was trying to get him to pick any room other than the sitting room. It shared an entrace with Robb’s study, Anakin would be in plain view trying to get in.

Robb, however, wouldn’t be swayed. Insisting the couches were comfortable, the fire warming, the ambiance unmatched. And so you sat with your backs to the door at least and you did your best to keep his eyes on you while Anakin snuck by.

It didn’t take much to accomplish that.

You watched Anakin enter the room silently from the corner of your eye before speaking “So the meeting today-“ you prompted him, taking a cautious sip of your drink logically knowing it was best at the moment to avoid the topic though still feeling the need to push it “it went okay?”

Robb chuckled hollowly in response “You were always too smart for your own good Y/N. So you know that what we discussed wasn’t what we actually met for?”

“I got that impression” You responded with a nod, gaining some confidence in how little he tried to hide it.

Robb stayed silent for a moment, twirling his drink in the cup for a bit before setting it on the table in front of you before turning his whole body towards you “Y/N, if I asked you to go away with me would you?”

You were physically taken aback, expecting just about anything to come out of his mouth but that. “I-what?”

“Think about it” he pushed on, reaching forward to grab your hands “we could go far beyond the republics reach, just the two of us”

You were too stunned to have even tried to pull back “Robb what are you saying?”

“Oh surely you see it” he was getting louder with each word, growing more passionate the more he spoke “the jedi are holding the republic hostage with their war but you and I can escape”

You tried to pull your hand back from him though his clutch only tightened, his desperate gaze never leaving yours as he waited for your answer “We can’t leave” you tried with a nervous chuckle “you’re a part of the banking clan, I’m to be a Jedi master we can’t-“

“I have a ship” he cut you off “right now you and me we get on it and we’re untraceable. I can help you be free from the Jedi order”

“Be free of the Jedi order?” You repeated in disbelief, standing to your feet to try and put distance between the two of you though he simply stood up as well, towering over you.

“Yes you don’t need to stay with them anymore” He continued without pause, his grip on your wrists only tightening.

“Robb please let go” You tried to pull back from him though he just continued talking as if you had said nothing “Robb please you’re hurting me”

“Y/N I have a plan-“ he couldn’t get another word out before a clear gruff voice sounded out from across the room.

“She said to let her go”

The relief that flooded through you was intense as you heard Anakin’s voice, a look more of shock crossing Robb’s face as his gaze snapped to Anakin, finally letting go of your wrists. You stepped back immediately, letting Anakin take control of the situation as he glared at Robb from across the room, from the doorstep of Robb’s study who’s door was now open.

Robb seemed to make the realization just as you did, “My study?”

Anakin didn’t even get a chance to answer before he had turned back to you, his shoulders slumping “you aren’t here just as my protection”

You didn’t bother to answer, his sentence coming out as a statement rather than a question. Though Robb took your silence as answer enough.

A bitter laugh rang through the air as he ran a hand through his hair, looking between you and Anakin in disbelief “You’re here to stop me”

“Robb” You called to him, Anakin taking the opportunity to slowly start making his way around the room towards you “we can’t let you hurt anyone”

“Hurt anyone?” His voice came out loud and angry startling you slightly making Anakin pull his saber off his belt “Y/N we’re at war, people get hurt, that is how this works”

“Bombing the senate?” You asked back, your own anger starting to spark within you “that doesn’t feel like crossing a line to you”

“I do what I must” he answered solemnly “I do what I do for you”

At this you recoiled slightly in surprise “for me?”

“You forget that I know you” he started to approach you again though Anakin was instantly in front of you, saber fully drawn and pointed threateningly in front of him.

“You take one step closer to her and you lose a hand”

All this got Anakin was a glare from Robb before he stepped back dramatically, hands raised slightly in the air in defense, before he addressed you again “I’ve known you since we were kids” he continued “you never wanted to be a Jedi”

“I was a kid” you shot back defensively “what I needed was someone to take care of me”

“I was taking care of you!”

You just shook your head, dropping your voice lower, trying desperately to get Robb to see reason “You were just a kid too. Your family couldn’t afford to keep me too. The Jedi did what was right”

“But I’m not a kid now” He tried, his voice dropping to a more pleading tone “Y/N I can take care of you now”

“I don’t need you to take care of me” You sighed “Robb I’m not going to leave the Jedi order”

“They’ve brainwashed you” he said in an astonished voice, as if this were the only logical conclusion “fine you want to stay among murderers go right ahead but I will still be getting my revenge”

“Yeah not going to happen” Anakin piped up in front of you, still keeping his saber drawn.

“The republic will pay for the lives they have taken” Robb said almost triumpently “the jedi order will pay for their corruption”

“Not sure how you’re going to accomplish that from a jail cell” Anakin’s threat came from an eerily calm voice.

Though in response Robb simply pulled a blaster from within his intricate robes, pointing it directly at Anakin “Oh I will not be going with you”

You could see all of Anakin’s muscles tense as he prepped for a fight, a fight between a lightsaber and a blaster pistol in a room much too small to contain the collateral damage. “Robb don’t be stupid, you don’t have to do this”

“And you don’t have to do this” Robb responded, his expression softening as his gaze switched from Anakin to you “please just come with me”

And you had to admit a part of you then wanted to. Not because you wanted to abandon the jedi order but rather to avoid any shootout, because despite all that he has done Robb was still that kid on Jakku who was there when no one else was and you didn’t want to see him hurt.

Anakin, however, seemed to sense your hesitation and knew exactly what you were thinking “She’s not going with you”

You saw Robb take a moment, his jaw clenching and his knuckles whitening as his grip on the blaster tightened. You could all but see his rage building as his breaths grew deeper and shorter until it all came to the surface, the blaster raising and pointing directly at Anakin as Robb screamed “I wasn’t talking to you!”

Every nerve in your body screamed to reach for your saber but you ignored them, time seeming to almost slow as Robb’s blaster erupted, a red beam rapidly crossing the room headed for Anakin just in front of you. Anakin in turn squared up, ready to deflect the beam no doubt directly back to Robb who didn’t stand a chance.

And you just reacted, no thoughts just instinct, as you reached out with the force pushing Anakin out of the way.

The laser flew right past Anakin and a look of horror took over both of the men’s faces as they tracked its trajectory, something you should have done before reacting.

The beam made direct contact with your shoulder, and you were thrown back by the force of it, the entire world going dark before you even hit the floor.

You came to on a med bed on the ship, a low groan escaping your lips as the deep ache in your shoulder was the first thing you registered upon opening your eyes.

“Yeah getting shot will do that to you” Anakin’s unimpressed voice rang out over you.

The bright lights forced you to squint as you tried to push yourself to a sitting position, Anakin reluctantly coming to your side to help only after it became clear you were really struggling with only the one arm to use.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be nice to the injured” You tried to joke though the chuckle quickly died in your throat as a deep frown crossed Anakin’s face, his arms coming up to cross over his chest.

“Not when the injured did it to themselves” His disappointment was evident and you had to admit it wasn’t completely unfounded.

You had done this to yourself, not only in pushing Anakin out of the way but in not drawing your own lightsaber. Under the threat of a pointed gun you had stayed completely defenseless by choice. Beyond that you had let a known separatist sympathizer get away. A man who actively planned a terrorist attack on the republic senate. A man you had once happily called a best friend who now stood for everything you were against.

Every emotion seemed to his you at once beneath Anakin’s angry expression. Guilt, shame, fear, pain it all came crashing down on your head and you could do nothing to stop the sob from escaping your lips.

Anakin’s anger and disappointment melted on the spot, his arms dropping limply to his sides, which did nothing to help stop more sobs from escaping.

You drew your knees up to your chest, hiding your face in them as you cried, finally letting every pent up emotion from the past few days escape.

Vaguely you felt the bed dip as Anakin sat next to you, taking no real notice as he pulled your torso from your knees and rested it against his, your head naturally going to his chest as you cried into his robes.

He never spoke a word through this process, hugging you tightly into him, a comforting hand running up and down your back as you sobbed, soft kisses occasionally placed onto the top of your head with no comment.

Eventually you started to calm, started to get control of you breathing again, your sobs softening to small hiccups, though you stayed in place in Anakin’s arms, the man not making a move to expel you from them either.

“Ani” You all but whispered, your voice still wobblily from the tears “I am so sorry”

“You have nothing to be sorry for” His answer was quick and spoken with such conviction that a small part of you even believed him.

Still though you shook your head, finally pushing yourself up to a sitting position, letting your gaze meet his “I let him get away, I let myself get hurt, I just-“ You struggled to say the next part, the words lodging in your throat “I couldn’t let it be true, I know we got proof of who he really is but still I couldn’t let him get hurt”

“He was close to you” Anakin nodded in understanding “it’s hard to process that kind of betrayal so quickly”

“You knew it from the beginning” Your voice was hollow and defeated, leaning back on your pillow and fixing your gaze to an empty point across the room “You couldn’t stand him from the moment we touched down and I couldn’t see it. Why couldn’t I see it?”

Anakin was silent for a moment, debating his next words carefully, before grabbing your hand with a deep breath, giving it a comforting squeeze “I didn’t hate him because I thought he was a separatist”

Your head whipped around to catch his gaze in surprise, sending him a confused look, inviting him to continue.

Anakin hesitated, his eyes dancing back and forth between yours. “I hated him because of how close he was to you”

“wh-“ you didn’t even get the word out before Anakin was continuing, leaning back on the bed slightly as his eyes danced around the room only coming back to yours briefly as he spoke.

“The little touches, the hugs, the reminiscing, the inside jokes. I wanted that kind of connection with you” he forced his gaze to return back to you, his tone growing slightly smaller “I still want that to you”

You felt your chest deflate as it all clicked into place. The jealousy, it explained Anakin’s every action for the past few days perfectly, but you couldn’t deal with these feelings now, you couldn’t deal with them ever. You were both Jedi those feelings were expressly against the code. This is exactly what your master had warned you against “Ani don’t”

You tried to turn away though his hand shot out, fingers lightly coming beneath your chin to hold your head in place. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel the way I do”

You shook your head softly though didn’t bother to move back, didn’t put too much effort into objecting because truthfully you were too “We can’t”

“We can” He came back earnestly.

“Anakin don’t” You all but pleaded, noticing for the first time just how close your faces were in this moment “Don’t make me choose between you and the order”

“I choose you” His answer was again quick, completely without hesitation, his eyes bouncing back and forth between your own “I will always choose you”

“This is exactly why the code exists” you sighed still not baking away though you knew you should.

“I refuse to believe choosing you makes me a worse Jedi” Anakin objected with a small laugh, the sound as it always did bringing a small, soft smile to your face “I feel nothing but better for having known you”

You could feel the blush creeping up to your cheeks, feel the smile fighting to rise to the surface, feel the words you so desperately wanted to say tingling on your tongue. “We never were ones for rules were we?”

Anakin broke out into a grin, a warm laugh bubbling up from his chest in response as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing fondly over your skin “that we aren’t . This is our secret then?”

And instead of directly responding you hesitantly brought your face closer to his, enjoying the soft pull of his hand on your cheek as if you couldn’t get there fast enough, until your lips met, softly at first, nothing more than a brief peck as if asking for permission before his hand went to the back of your head pulling you in deeper.

You came back for air with a wide grin and a bubbly laugh, drawing your lip in between your teeth enjoying the subtle spark in Anakin’s eyes as he looked down at you.

“I love you”

“Yeah I know”

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hannibalzero · 8 months

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Kid Anakin most definitely asked obi wan if he was an angel.

This is a canon event. Yes he also asked Padme but these are two different angels. Padme is a standard angel! Padme glows goodness, beauty and nature (always has since she’s the queen of Naboo) but Obi-wan is a archangel. Older subtitle, hidden in a cloak with a small smile. A kind word, a gentle hand, but ready to protect and fight at any moment.

Anakin hides in Obi-wan’s cloak peaking his head out of the soft brown homespun while they wait for Qui-gon-jinn as he does stuff. Anakin feels safe, something he doesn’t feel without his mother. lol padme gets a little jealous and asks if she could try hiding with Anakin.

Obi-wan amused by the Queen and little boy, opens his cloak and Padme hides inside with Anakin. Padme, strong and proud allows herself this moment. Giggles like a kid and relaxed with Anakin. It’s been a while since she has acted like a kid. Yeah she’s just 14…freaking 14 and a queen.

As for Shmi, this event is what made her believe the Jedi where the right place for Anakin. Not only freedom but love and kindness. A chance to be a child as well.

“No Master, I have not seen our Dearest Padme nor Anakin Skywalker. I’m afraid I have lost them.” Obi-wan said hands hidden in his sleeves as his robes giggled.

“Padawan mine, I believe you’re cloak is infested. What could it be?” Qui-gon-Jinn holds Obi-wan’s cloak open making both children scream and start a game of chase.

Okay so I might of went off on a ramble but this was a fun thought. A moment of fun before all the stars and the wars lol.

#star wars #obikin #my writing #answered asks #my asks #ask me stuff #sw padme #qui gon jinn #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #obi wan kenobi #are you an angel?

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kana7o · 1 year

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My entry for the sith obikin event!! The prompt was Same age raised as a sith AU!! tho in here they weren't so much 'raised' as sith, but fell on their own?

had many Thoughts with my wife for this prompt, so here's a summary!! I hope I can expand more on this in the future hhhHHH

Same age raised as a sith AU!!!

Quigon bringing his new 13yo padawan Obi-wan to the trade negotiations and etc. They are still basically strangers at this point and they don't mesh well. When Qui-gon finds Anakin, he has every intention to replace Obi-wan with him. But then Darth Maul happens and delivers a fatal blow. Obi-wan manages to kill him still, but Qui-gon's last words to Obi-wan are not to promise to train the boy, but instead he tells him that he knows he used the dark side to kill Maul, and that he'll never be a Jedi.

Obi-wan is devastated, but wanting to still honor his master, he brings Anakin to Coruscant, he may not have Qui-gon as his master, but he is The Chosen one, so surely someone will train him.

He was wrong.

The council sends both of them away to the Agri corps, but their transport gets attacked (by pirates or smth), they survive, but theyre stranded somewhere unfamiliar with only the clothes on their back.

Obi-wan begrudges Anakin for being the one Qui-gon wanted, but he puts his feelings away for now and looks after him, feeling responsible for his fate in a way. He promises he will try to get him back to Tattooine and his mother.

Anakin already feels somewhat betrayed and hurt by the Jedi, being tossed away despite what Qui-gon said. He feels that the only good Jedi is Obi-wan, who protects him and promises to take him home. (Even tho sometimes he is cold to him)

It takes many years of them just trying to survive and save enough money for a transport to take them to the outer rim to tattooine, Obi-wan teaching Anakin basic saber training that he barely understands himself. He tries to teach him how to use the force, tho it is more difficult for him. He becomes naturally jealous when it comes so easily to Anakin. Anakin thinking he's done something wrong, or is a bad student when Obi-wan suddenly becomes mad at him.

Eventually they make it back to Tattooine, but by the time they get there, its already too late to save Shmi. They bury her together. Obi-wan, feeling like he has nothing to do with Anakin after bringing him back home, disappears in the night.

He starts making his way towards a bar maybe, vaguely thinking of what to do with his life now, when he's accosted by some criminals. He's about to take them out himself when they're suddenly brutally cut down by a familiar lightsaber. Anakin with bright yellow, crazed eyes looks at Obi-wan and tells him that he's the only one Anakin has left, and he won't let anyone hurt him.

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THIS KIND OF GOT AWAY FROM ME BUT TO TIE UP WITH MY DRAWINGS, its basically Obi-wan trying to be a 'good Jedi', for Anakin, who's fallen into hero worshipping him, and will do anything to protect his view of his 'purity'. He becomes a Sith to protect Obi-wan.

Obi-wan feels extremely guilty about this despite his complicated feelings towards Anakin, Anakin is also the only one who believes in and loves him. So he tries to be a good jedi for him, even tho it haunts him that Qui-go said he would never be one.

In the end, Obi-wan Falls, trying to protect Anakin. Anakin is devastated, he feels like his life is a Lie, or maybe he failed in protecting Obi-wan, and that he wouldn't have Fallen if only he'd been Better.

Good End is where they finally have a Talk about expectations, what the Jedi and Sith mean to them, etc etc and they smooch and save the galaxy one way or the other, the end :)

Bad End is where Anakin takes out Obi-wan's yellow eyes because he reasons that if his eyes aren't yellow, or there at all, he can't be a Sith then :) Obi-wan now can only rely on Anakin to protect him. Obi-wan still punishes Anakin by making him wear a muzzle, like the guard dog he is :)) They save(?) the galaxy one way or the other, the end :)))

#obikin #sith au #my first sketches ended up being more sith fashion show than a proper AU dfkjghsldkfg #sw

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roselightfairy · 2 months

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@thevillainsmustache and I have come to the conclusion that in the miraculous fix-it AU of the prequels, where everything else happens but somehow they manage to defeat the Sith before Order 66 happens, Anakin and Padmé would ABSOLUTELY not survive a non-war situation in which they are parenting twins in their twenties, and would definitely end up divorced. And now we both really want the fanfic of divorced!Anakin and Padmé - not in a sense of "split up to get another ship together," but to watch them be wildly into each other, completely incapable of functioning as a couple, and INCREDIBLY toxic and bitter about it. Trading off custody of the twins while Anakin makes passive aggressive comments about Padmé getting together with some male senator she's co-sponsoring a bill with, and Padmé flirting with him intentionally just to make him jealous. Padmé making lists of all the things Anakin isn't allowed to do with Luke and Leia and Anakin immediately doing all of them. Forced weekend dinners together with the twins so that they can spend time with their parents together, after which both of them end up sobbing in the arms of their respective friends. Poor Obi-Wan is completely caught in the middle; they both spend hours sniping to him about the other person and then, in the same breath, asking him to tell them everything about what the other person has been up to. I think that would be a lot of fun.

#star wars #anakin x padme #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi

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marveloustimestwo · 1 year

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Hi cutie pie (: How you think Anakin would react if Obi-Wan falls for the reader platonically?

Hello :) Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes

It would be difficult for Anakin to ever really share his darling with anyone, even if the other person is only platonically obsessed.

The closer he falls to the dark side and the more obsessed he becomes with you, the harder it becomes for him to let anyone near you if he thinks they're a threat.

He's extremely paranoid about his darling's safety and has a mean jealousy streak, which only worsens over time.

However, it can be possible for him to share, but only if it's Obi-Wan or Padme.

With Obi-Wan, I think if it starts early for both of them, it will be easier for them to share. The two of them are practically brothers. The trust they have for each other is immense.

While I think that it would take Obi-Wan longer to grow obsessed, if it catches him in at the right time, it gives him a good chance at working well with Anakin.

I see Obi-Wan as being mainly a protective yandere. Sometimes manipulative, but he excuses both of these by saying he was just looking out for you.

If you're still a padawan when he grows obsessed, he definitely tries to take on a mentor role with you, which Anakin will immediately notice.

But as I said, if Obi-Wan started to do this earlier, like when Anakin is still his padawan, I think that Anakin would find it easier to accept it.

Especially with the way Obi-Wan goes about "protecting" you.

His way of protecting you takes a few different forms. One of the bigger ones is how he takes to scaring off all of your friends, and once again, he excuses it by saying he's looking out for you.

"You seemed a bit too close to that boy. I was afraid you were growing attached. Don't worry, I won't tell your Master."

In reality, Obi-Wan didn't like how your friend was being a bit too rough with you during training.

It's to the point where Anakin is your only friend. Mainly because Anakin's not about to get bullied away from you, but it also could easily be Obi-Wan's favoritism and trust in his padawan too.

It works out well for both of them. For Obi-Wan, it doesn't really matter that you have a Master that's not him. He's still going to act like he is, which also leads you to spend more time with him and Anakin.

Another reason Anakin has an easier time accepting. After all, his spending this much time with you could have been seen as him growing attached otherwise, but now he can easily excuse it by saying he was just training under his Master, and Obi-Wan said it was good for both of you to have a training partner your age.

However, as Anakin falls closer to the dark side, he's more prone to paranoia and jealousy, especially with Palpatine whispering in his ear.

If Obi-Wan tries to come in later, Anakin finds it to be much more difficult to let that happen. Even if he grew obsessed early, the longer things go on, the more Anakin's trust in Obi-Wan deteriorates.

As Anakin turns to the dark side, the fight for you becomes vicious. Both of them believe that they are in your best interest.

I could definitely see Obi-Wan sensing Anakin's change toward you and him early on. Anakin's never been one for subtlety, so Obi-Wan can see how jealous he gets of others, and how paranoid Anakin is becoming over your safety.

As Anakin starts to grow jealous and paranoid of Obi-Wan as well, your safety is immediately prioritized in Obi-Wan's mind, which means that you're suddenly up and kidnapped to some faraway planet as Anakin becomes Darth Vadar.

It's a very complicated fight between these two. It's rarely an actual physical fight. The fact that Obi-Wan opted to keep you hidden away means that Anakin has to actually track the both of you down.

He has plenty of resources to do so, as well as the drive for it as well. Despite that, Obi-Wan isn't easy to track down. Your safety is his top priority, so since he sees Anakin as a clear threat to that, he's putting his all into making sure he can't find you.

When it comes to you, neither of them is willing to let this matter go. While it all started out good, these two will turn into bitter enemies at the end of the day. I don't really see it turning out any other way.

#yandere #yandere star wars #yandere anakin skywalker #yandere obi wan kenobi #platonic yandere

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tennessoui · 10 months

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democratic fic part two

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Four days after meeting Obi-Wan Kenobi for the first time, Anakin has an unexpected and incredibly unfortunate break in his schedule.

“Are you sure about pulling down the committee meeting?” He asks, verging on desperate. His eyes look through the tinny figure of his fellow senator and out through the transparisteel windows of his office. Coruscant moves around him, early morning settling gently into early afternoon. “It was supposed to be four hours.” “Yes,” Senator Amidala says very slowly. “And everything on the agenda can be discussed via written missive. We do not need to physically meet to discuss things that can wait until after the coming assembly—”

“But I think I’ve found a solution!” Anakin interrupts, no longer bordering desperation but rather falling directly into near-begging.

“A solution,” Senator Amidala repeats. “To…galactic slavery in the Outer Rim?”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. “Yes.”

“Oh, by all means then,” the tiny comm figure crosses her arms, tilting her head to look disbelievingly at Anakin. “Please, tell me.”

Fierfek.

“Kill…them.”

“Kill them,” Senator Amidala repeats. “Kill the slavers?”

“...yes,” Anakin says and then winces, knowing what’s to come.

Senator Amidala puts her hands on her hips as she tries to stare him down through the poor connection of the holo comm. “Alright,” Padmé decides. “What is going on, Anakin? You haven’t suggested such a policy since your first year on Coruscant when you actually started learning about how politics worked.”

Anakin scowls and looks away, jaw clenching and then unclenching. Most days, he still doesn’t think his younger self was wrong to advocate for the death of all slave owners, but Padmé is right: he knows better now than to say that. That’s how he and Padmé have managed to build and maintain their friendship over the years, even though their policies and values couldn’t look more starkly different on paper: Anakin swallows his words, and Padmé pretends she did not see him move as though to speak.

“Nothing is going on, Senator,” Anakin replies with a mutter, rubbing a hand over his eyes and then down his face. If she is calling him by his first name then it means that the official part of their business has concluded. Reaching up, he unpins his hair and tosses the ceremonial hair-piece to the side. It makes a heavy clunk as it lands on his desk. “I was simply looking forward to that meeting.”

“Banthashit,” Padmé surmises immediately. Anakin scowls. He hates when she— “Ani, ten years ago if someone told you that one of your four hour long meetings was cancelled, you’d be halfway down to the lower levels by now.”

“Maybe I’ve grown up,” Anakin replies and then winces again.

“If only the growing up had happened six months ago,” Padmé’s tone turns sharp. “Perhaps before the holonews were flooded with pictures of you pressing some podracer bunny up against an illegal pod we both know you’ve been flying for decades, hands stars know where—”

Anakin remembers exactly where his hands were, but he thinks probably that information is better kept between him, the stars, the woman he’d slept with that night, and all of the users of the Holonet who had thought to raise the brightness on those photos.

“You almost sound jealous,” Anakin’s mouth moves without his permission, and he can’t stop the wince that follows because karking stars, he shouldn’t have said that.

Padmé laughs, which is almost more offensive than anything else she could have said. “Of your image in the media? No, I wouldn’t say so, actually. Just tell me what is wrong, Anakin. You do not have to pretend to be so alone.”

Anakin feels his eyebrows furrow and a sneer grow at the edge of his mouth. Pretend? Rich, coming from Padmé Amidala, who grew up surrounded by people her age, other girls who adored her, a large family who loved her as well. Anakin did not have to pretend to be alone. He simply is and has been for more of his life than he hasn’t.

But…if Padmé is so insistent on being helpful, then…maybe she could help him solve his sudden and dire problem.

“There’s this boy,” Anakin tells her before he can think better of it.

Any malcontent seems to wash from her face at this confession, and her mouth falls open in surprise. “There’s a boy?” Her eyebrows fly down into a suspicious look. “How young is this boy?”

“Scandalously so,” Anakin admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Anakin—”

“I know, I do,” he cuts her off quickly. “But he is a visiting dignitary, the grandson of a Count who wants to get into politics—”

“Anakin, a boy saying he wants to get into politics does not mean you should take him into your bed—”

“That isn’t what’s happened, Padmé, come on. He just—he requested that I escort him around Coruscant for an afternoon, and I couldn’t say no, his grandfather and the Chancellor were right there, alright, I’m not a monster. But I am uninterested in pursuing the boy—the scandal that being seen alone with him would bring me….”

Padmé’s eyes narrow. “What does this have to do with our committee’s meeting.”

“I told him that I would comm him should I have free time to escort him, Padmé! I am honor-bound to see that vow to its conclusion.”

The tiny figure of his friend raises her eyebrows. “Genuinely, you are not,” she says, but her words do not soothe the part of him that insists he must follow through on his word—the part of him that knows he will be comming Kenobi within minutes of ending his call with Padmé.

“I am,” he insists, resting his hands on the desk in front of him. Perhaps not as gently or as naturally as he would like, he adds, “but if you were to escort me escorting him, there would be no scandal for the holonews to write about.”

Padmé blinks. “I’m sorry?” “Think about it,” Anakin says, tone edging back into desperation. “If you accompany me, he will assume we are together and any interest he may harbor for me outside his ambitions in the Senate will dwindle.” Without Anakin having to say anything one way or another, which is the best scenario Anakin’s thought of yet.

Though to be fair, he does not know if Kenobi has any interest in him in that way. After all, he had also flirted with Palpatine’s secretary.

But, a tiny, self-satisfied voice points out in the back of his mind, he did not ask her to show him around Coruscant, did he?

He shakes his head quickly to dislodge the thought. What he has to be self-satisifed about, he doesn’t know. Kenobi’s appreciation of him, perhaps the boy’s infatuation with him, will only cause him problems if he does not act to rid him of it.

“You won’t be in any meetings, will you?” he adds innocently, and when Padmé does not immediately scold him for the cheek, he knows he’s won.

After all, they have been good friends for years now, and she stepped up to guide and mentor him when he first arrived on Coruscant to be Senator of Tatooine. Their names are tied together on the holonews—any scandal that Senator Skywalker invites reflects badly on Senator Amidala.

“Alright,” she relents. “I will join you two.” The edge of her mouth curls up into a smile. “It will be an excellent jaunt down memory lane, won’t it, Ani? I have not had to act as your shield against suitors since we were in our twenties.”

“Yes, well. Who knew you would have to reprise the role?”

“Certainly not me,” Padmé tells him archly. “After all, from what I’ve seen, you’ve been handling your suitors just fine.”

—--------

Kenobi is, of course, free. His comm message comes through perhaps half a minute after Anakin had sent him an inquiry as to his schedule for the rest of the day, given that Anakin’s own had opened up rather unexpectedly.

Yes, Kenobi types. I will be free at 1700. Perhaps we can meet at the North Entrance of the Senate Sector Gardens? I have always thought they looked beautiful from the outside.

Anakin wrinkles his nose and wonders if he can beg off because of allergies. The Senate Sector Gardens are, in Anakin’s mind, one of the most offensive displays of wealth and greed on Coruscant. They are open most of the calendar year, regardless of the manufactured temperature of the planet. This is because each of the plants grow inside a near invisible force field, one that carefully monitors the temperature and humidity and soil texture of its plant. It’s Coruscanti artifice at its most beautiful.

But, he remembers, a walk through the gardens has a set beginning and end point: a destination where he can separate from Kenobi, duty fulfilled and honor intact.

Of course, Anakin replies. I will meet you there at 1700.

Kenobi does not respond, and Anakin does not think anything of it until he sees him several hours later, waiting quite docilely with his hands behind his back as he appears to study the entry requirements of the gardens.

He must not have responded to Anakin’s comm because he must have thrown his own down and spent the next five hours getting ready.

Stars.

The curse is apt, at least, as upon his approach, he sees that the boy has placed strategic flecks of silver glitter on every one of his freckles, and the boy has many cascading down his shoulders and back, which is bare to Anakin’s eyes. A silver chain rests loosely against the dip of his lower back. There are freckles made into stars here, too, at the base of his spine, Anakin’s eyes tell his brain, as if this is necessary information to know.

Kenobi turns around, as if waiting for him to get closer. His smile is bright, a flash of white teeth framed by deep dimples. The neck of his tunic stretches almost up to his chin, but his shoulders are bare, the edges of his clavicles visible before the dark blue fabric stretches up his neck.

He has woven silvery chunks of metal into the fall of his hair, and they hit the light each time he moves his head even slightly.

Anakin is quite upset to realize that his memory of the boy does not quite do him justice. His eyes are paler, his hair a crisper strawberry blonde. He’d somehow forgotten the beauty marks on his face, a faint one on his forehead and the other on his cheek. What a great disservice Anakin had done him by forgetting these marks.

“Hello, Senator,” Kenobi says, stepping forward and offering up his hand. Anakin would be a fool to take it. He would be a fool to scorn him. He takes his hand and brushes a kiss over his knuckles, lips catching on the cool bands of metal that frame his knuckles. Rings, each with intricate patterns and bright jewels set into them. “You look lovely.” Anakin does not, of course, having worn the same dark clothes he wore to the Senate today.

“I think the dark tones suit you,” Kenobi adds, hand coming to rest on the large wine-red collar of Anakin’s outer tunic. “It makes you look powerful.”

“I thought you said I looked lovely,” Anakin replies, taking an unnecessary yet completely rational step closer to the boy. His hand is still extended between them, laying almost on his chest. It looks rather delicate—pale and willowy against the darkness of Anakin’s robes.

Obi-Wan has painted his eyelids a glittering silver, a color just a few shades lighter than his eyes. It’s…enthralling, especially when the boy looks up at him from beneath his pale eyelashes. “Do you not believe that something can be both lovely and powerful at the same time, Senator?”

Anakin has the unignorable and quite worrying feeling that he is looking at one such thing now. The boy’s hand is still on his chest. There are very good reasons why this cannot continue, and Anakin is quite sure he recalls them all.

“Powerful things are not lovely,” he murmurs. “Not by their nature. But lovely things…” Kenobi cocks his head as Anakin trails off. A piece of his hair falls out of its delicate arrangement and rests against his cheek. Anakin watches his hand reach out and grasp the strand as if he was not in control of his body. He carefully tucks it behind Kenobi’s ear, only just realizing that the boy has draped his ear with a dangling, sparkling silver chain that wraps along the shell, threads through the lobe and hangs down almost to his shoulder. Kenobi shivers at the touch of his finger. The reaction makes Anakin’s mouth dry. “Lovely things are always powerful, one way or another.”

When their eyes meet once more, Kenobi’s seem to have darkened considerably. A faint flush has bloomed across his cheeks.

“Anakin!” A voice cuts through the charged moment, and Anakin steps back from the boy automatically, as if he’s been caught red-handed. He hasn’t been caught at all.

Obi-Wan’s face shutters at the interruption, though his eyes remain fixed on Anakin’s face, like he expects Anakin to get rid of the intruder and return his attention to Obi-Wan alone.

Unfortunately for him, Anakin had invited this intruder.

“Padmé,” he says, turning from the boy completely to face her. He even holds out his arm for her to loop hers through, thinking that maybe such a gesture is overkill until he catches sight of Kenobi’s sour expression and the way his eyes are focussed with laser-like intensity on where Anakin’s arm is covered by Padmé’s hand. “You look wonderful.” Padmé had dressed in a soft pink outfit, like the sky just as dawn breaks. With a wide golden headband and her hair loosely braided, she did look wonderful.

And yet Anakin couldn’t stop thinking that she paled in comparison to Kenobi.

“Thank you,” Padmé replies gracefully, smiling up at him the same way she did when he was twenty and she twenty-five. It makes her look girlish and soft around the edges, and Anakin can barely stop himself from snorting. He knows her too well to fall for such an act after all these years.

But Obi-Wan Kenobi does not.

“Sorry,” the boy says, not sounding very sorry at all, “who are you?”

Padmé’s smile turns a hair more genuine as she turns to look at Kenobi. “My name is Padmé Amidala, young one. Ani said you were interested in learning more about Coruscanti politics? I am one of the senators of Naboo.”

Kenobi scowls. “I’m twenty-three,” he says, no sign of the temptress angel anywhere in his tone or face. He ignores the last part of Padmé’s question, running his hand over and behind his ear instead—perhaps subconsciously copying Anakin’s touch.

“When you’re our age, young one, everyone thirty years and below looks young,” Padmé replies, waving her hand through the air with a slight smile.

“Your own failure to age with grace should hardly color the faces of all those younger than you, my lady,” Obi-Wan says rather scathingly. “Such a mindset is indicative of an underdeveloped and immature worldview, one I am surprised to hear come from a senator. I am twenty-three.”

His eyes land once more on Anakin’s arm, and his lips soften from a scowl into something more closely resembling a pout.

For a man who insists on being treated like a fully-fledged adult, he certainly knows how to look rather young and indubitably pathetic.

Anakin sighs inwardly and offers his other arm to Obi-Wan. The boy’s face lightens considerably as he accepts it, and Anakin feels suddenly infused with a strange sense of warmth, almost like he can feel the boy’s pleasure wrapping around his mind.

Maybe he can—after all, the boy was trained in the Force, up to a certain point at least. That sort of control and power isn’t so quickly forgotten, despite how many years it’s been since he received a proper education. After all, Anakin had had several lessons in the Force when he was a teenager, once it was clear that even though he was too old to be trained as a Jedi, his connection with the Force was not fading and in fact only growing more feral and out of control.

Instead of simply locking their arms together as Padmé had, the boy curls his hand to rest on top of the length of his arm, bare fingers touching his bare wrist.

The scamp, Anakin cannot help but think. He keeps his face resolutely straight forward as he leads them both into the gardens, ignoring whatever look Padmé is shooting him.

What was he supposed to do? The little harlot was pouting up at him like he’d broken his heart and left him for dead simply because he’d given Padmé attentions he hadn’t given Kenobi. And Anakin isn’t a monster.

“Shall we?” He says, not giving Padmé time to speak or Obi-Wan time to protest.

“I hadn’t realized you would invite another,” Obi-Wan says finally, after several minutes of tense silence.

Anakin makes sure to shrug artlessly, carelessly. “I remembered you told the Chancellor that you were interested in immersing yourself in Coruscanti politics over this next season. He advised me to bring along another Senator so that you could begin to make connections.”

Obi-Wan falters for half a moment, head snapping to look at Anakin’s face. “He did?” he asks, sounding rather strange. Perhaps slightly disconcerted that the Chancellor had opinions and advice on his life.

Palpatine hadn’t said anything to that effect of course. All he’d said about the Count’s grandson after they’d left the office had been a short and rather mysterious: “Be careful with that one, my dear boy.”

Anakin hadn’t liked the idea—or rather, the reality—that even the Chancellor of the Force-damned Republic not only knew of Anakin’s…appetites, but also felt the need to warn him away from scandal.

“What did he say?” Kenobi insists, hand tightening on his wrist, like he’s considering jerking Anakin to a stand-stil.

“Nothing of note,” Anakin reassures him. “Only that it may do me well to help you find your way.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow, as if silently calling the words banthashit in his mind. He’d be right, of course, but he doesn’t need to know that.

A moment later, his face smooths out, as if a change has overcome him. His eyes brighten and widen, and his grip softens significantly. “And would you, Senator?”

“Uh,” Anakin says, distracted by the appearance of a moue between the boy’s eyebrows. “Would I what?”

“Guide me,” Obi-Wan replies, finally pulling Anakin to a stop in the middle of the garden path. “You are in need of an aide, I checked the Senate accountant files myself. I know it wouldn’t pay much,” his nose wrinkles at the thought, and a part of Anakin has to stop himself from snorting. Most honest jobs would pay less than being a Count’s grandson. “But I would be such a hard worker. Diligent and passionate.”

“Uh,” Anakin says, unsure if the emphasis he’s hearing on certain words really exists or if his dirty mind is tricking him into all the ways Obi-Wan Kenobi could be a hard, diligent, passionate worker.

“Do you have a resumé of past work experience?” Padmé asks with interest from Anakin’s other side. He almost startles, having forgotten she was there at all, despite her holding his arm.

Obi-Wan’s face scowls as he remembers her presence as well. “I may,” he says shortly.

“I would be interested in taking a look,” Padmé says with all the grace of a queen. “At least I could perhaps offer some insight. At best, I myself am looking for another aide—”

“I thought all of your staff had to bear a resemblance to you in order to work in your office,” Obi-Wan lifts his nose in the air and turns away from both Anakin and Padmé. “I should sooner die than bear that burden.”

Anakin chokes slightly on thin air and then on the ghost of a chuckle when he realizes what Obi-Wan’s just said. Padmé lets out a vaguely offended noise, and Anakin pats her on the arm. “There, there,” he says in an undertone as he watches Obi-Wan stalk further up the path from them. The loose chain against his lower back swings with each step, and Anakin finds himself halfway to entranced just watching it move.

“He is incredibly….” Padmé trails off with a shake of her head.

“Beautiful, I know it,” Anakin agrees, running his eyes up to linger on the boy’s rather muscular back.

“I was going to say spoiled,” Padmé replies with an arch of her eyebrow. “Conceited, in fact. Catty, not to mention outright rude.”

“There, there,” Anakin repeats, patting her arm once more. “You know you’re beautiful as well. The opinions of a twenty-three year old hardly matter.”

Padmé arches one fine eyebrow, but before she can say in return, Obi-Wan is calling Anakin’s name from further onward.

Anakin goes, only realizing he has let go of Padmé when he arrives by Obi-Wan’s side unencumbered. “Yes?”

“Look,” Obi-Wan murmurs, eyes fixed on a fully-bloomed light blue rose, growing out of harsh, dry desert soil. “They say it is from Jakku.”

Anakin hums, looking between Obi-Wan and the rose. “Do you have—some sort of connection with Jakku?” “I’ve never visited a desert planet,” Obi-Wan tells him lightly, fingers hovering over the forcefield protecting the plant. “Tatooine is one though, yes?”

Anakin grunts his agreement.

“Do you believe something as beautiful as this could grow on Tatooine?”

“This isn’t even growing on Jakku,” Anakin points out rather dismissively. “Beautiful, fragile things do not last long on desert worlds.”

Obi-Wan does not reply for long moments, studying the rose. “Stewjon is a desert world,” he finally murmurs, allowing his hand to drop once more to its side. “I was shocked when I found out…I have no memories of the planet. The Jedi took me when I was quite young, you see. Just a babe. But when Dooku found me, he took me there.”

“I thought you said—”

“I requested that we leave before the ship even broke atmo,” Obi-Wan admits quietly. “I knew just from circling the planet that it was not my home. It could never be my home.” He looks once more at the rose before turning to study Anakin, expression unreadable. A moment later, his face breaks into a small smile. “I’m far too pale and fair for a desert planet, I would burn to a crisp within a week.”

“When I’ve visited Tatooine, I’ve worn light protective cloth and escaped without a single burn,” Padmé remarks, having silently come to stand beside Anakin’s side. “You do not have to renounce your home just because you feel as if you are ill-suited for it.”

Whatever vulnerable light that had been shining in Obi-Wan’s eyes shutter once more at the interruption. “I like to think that the planet is ill-suited for me, Senator, not the other way around.”

“Does Serenno suit you more?” Anakin asks curiously, allowing Obi-Wan to take his arm once more.

Obi-Wan grins, a small, artificial thing. “Does it look as if it suits me, Senator?”

Anakin swallows rather uncomfortably. It does, of course. Obi-Wan Kenobi looks resplendent and wonderful and angelic and lovely. He knows better than to say this.

As a group, they move further into the gardens. After perhaps an hour, Obi-Wan stops frowning whenever Padmé speaks, settling into a chilly sort of acceptance rather than throwing out outright insults.

Over a particularly rough patch of cobblestoned path, Padmé trips, and Anakin moves to catch her automatically.

Whatever progress Obi-Wan and Padmé have made withers and dies the moment Obi-Wan turns from examining a hanging vine to see Anakin’s eyes wrapped securely around her waist, her hands braced on his chest.

Thirty minutes of what Anakin can only describe as bitching later, Padmé decides to take her leave. They’ve barely started through the section of the gardens dedicated to the Mid-Rim planets, but Padmé will not be convinced to stay.

“Ani, if he says one rude thing about Naboo’s greenery, we may come to blows,” she tells him in an undertone as Obi-Wan moves ahead of them, carefully examining each plaque beneath each plant—looking, no doubt, for the ones from Naboo, for no other reason than to release barbed and vitriolic comments.

“Padmé, come on, you know the risk of scandal should I—”

“It occurred to me several hours ago that you never said that you did not want to sleep with him,” Padmé interrupts, eyebrow raised. “Just that you were uninterested in pursuing him because of the scandal.”

Anakin flushes. “I am uninterested in sleeping with him.”

Now, both of Padmé’s eyebrows raise. “You would lie to me so blatantly after I just spent the last two hours putting my life on the line as a favor for you?”

“You’ve hardly put your life on the line—”

“Either tell him you will not fuck him or fuck him somewhere private. Where no holo cameras can find you,” Padmé says in a very no-nonsense tone.

“Pads—”

“And then after, refer him to my office,” she adds, looking down the path at the boy. “He’s quite—lethal. If you do not want him as your aide, I’ll take him as mine.”

Anakin blinks. “What?” he says. “He hates you.”

“Then be a dear and fuck it out of him,” Padmé replies archly. “He could be useful if all that hate was directed a different way.”

“I don’t want to fuck him,” Anakin protests far too loudly. His eyes dart to Obi-Wan, but the boy seems distracted by a venus fly-trap from Dereak.

Padmé looks pitying and unamused. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Ani. Please don’t tell me the details.”

Anakin scowls and opens his mouth to argue once more. Before he can, she turns and leaves in a tidal wave of soft pink.

He hates it when she does that.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says when Anakin comes to stand next to him. “Did your friend leave?” The brat.

Anakin purses his lips. “She had somewhere to be,” he lies.

“How unfortunate,” Obi-Wan lies in return, and Anakin’s lips twitch up into a slight smile before he schools his expression.

“We should hurry through the rest,” he says, “as it is almost dark.”

“Yes, of course,” Obi-Wan says, entirely docile once more like a loth-kitten allowing its fur to be smoothed flat now that the danger has left.

Anakin shakes his head. If the boy is serious about getting into politics, the first thing he should learn is how to be a better actor—or at least, how to better control his emotions.

“I was thinking,” Obi-Wan tells him thirty minutes later, twilight now fully taking over the Coruscanti upper levels. “This was quite fun and very educational.”

“Yes,” Anakin agrees, only slightly reluctantly, but he cannot pretend that he did not have fun. Obi-Wan’s company has been surprisingly pleasant, the boy surprisingly endearing.

“Thank you for acting as my escort,” Obi-Wan adds, gently touching the back of Anakin’s hand.

“You’re welcome,” he replies rather roughly. The twilight throws fascinating shadows over the lines of Obi-Wan’s face. He shines in the pale light, like something truly ethereal.

“But this is not really Coruscant,” Obi-Wan says, blinking up at Anakin’s face. “It is too…artificial. It reminds me of the Jedi Temple gardens: carefully tended to and carefully curated. Incredibly fake.”

Anakin had thought the same thing when Obi-Wan first suggested the location. “I feel the same way,” he says, feeling as if he is walking into a trap.

“I would like to see the Lower Levels,” the boy says. It sounds like a demand, and it must to the boy as well, because he adds a nice little please at the end.

It doesn’t do much to soften the blow of the words. “The Lower Levels?”

Obi-Wan nods, looking quite serious. “We could get something to eat down there, you could show me what Coruscant is truly like! Please, Senator, this is the only home I have—I want to see it all now that I have returned!” “You can’t go down to the Lower Levels dressed like that,” Anakin shakes his head and rubs his free hand over his mouth as he looks at the boy. “Stars, you’d be torn to shreds.”

“You’d protect me,” Obi-Wan says confidently. Too confidently. Anakin resents the assumption the boy has made, similar to the one Padmé had made: that he wants this boy. That he will go out of his way for him.

“No,” he says, shaking Kenobi’s hands off him. “I will not, young one. The Senate meets for assembly tomorrow, and—”

“Please,” Obi-Wan interrupts, voice shaking. “I would like to see them, and you make me feel safe, Senator—” “And I said no, Kenobi,” Anakin snaps, and Obi-Wan recoils as if he has been slapped.

The rejection hangs in the air between them for several still moments before Obi-Wan throws back his shoulders and tosses his hair back. “Fine,” the boy sniffs, somehow looking cooly down his nose at him, despite their height difference.

He spins on his foot and stalks away from him.

“Where are you going?” Anakin snaps, moving forward to keep up with the boy without consciously deciding to follow him. “It is late and dark—I must ensure you get back to your apartments—”

“I’m going down to the lower levels,” Obi-Wan declares, halting in his path to glare at Anakin. The garden lights have flickered on as the night fully descends. The golden lights of the floating orb fixtures dance across Obi-Wan’s face and make his eyes glow slightly as well. “Without you if I must.”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin starts, but Obi-Wan turns his cheek away from him.

“Must I?” he demands, blue-gold eyes finding Anakin’s and fixing him in place. “Must I go alone, Senator?”

#obikin #democratic fic #obi-wan is the cattiest brattiest bitch in this i truly love him #he is endearing to anakin who loves a disaster #sith obi-wan kenobi #senator anakin skywalker

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More Than A Mission (1/6)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Part 2 HERE

Summary: The Jedi council sends Obi-Wan and his two Padawans - Anakin and yourself - on a mission to capture an underground Bounty Hunter. If Anakin's false business deal fails, then you as the backup plan will be sent in to seduce the target - dressed as an escort, bound to send your Master into a jealous rage - while the council capture the wanted man. Will Anakin succeed? Or will you be left to your own distracting devices? And overall, will Obi-Wan be able to contain his deep temptation for you?

Note: This is my first time posting a fic here on Tumblr. I have no fkn clue how to work this site at all so pls bare with me,, but enjoy! P.s, just to clarify, reader meets Obi-Wan at 18, and present time is a few years later

Words: 3,700 ish

Obi-Wan found himself stood centre of the Jedi council, his overlapped hand gripping the fabric of his gown in outrage as the members of the council settled an agreement for an assignment they wished for Obi-Wan and his two Padawans – Anakin and yourself – to take on.

Three weeks prior to the meeting there had been rumours of an undisclosed man taking the lives of innocent victims in various cities, the man flying off planet before anyone had a chance to identify him. In the following days, a group of civilians caught sight of the man and placed a report which made its way to the council, where they we’re able to identify the person of interest and place a target on his back.

Days carried on and all word of the suspect had been silent until two days ago where Obi-Wan monitored yourself and Anakin practicing a saber battle with one another, your pace slow as you both calculatedly danced around one another, Anakin giving you tips on subtle movements to block yourself from an opponent, when Obi-Wan was hailed to a council meeting, your training ending abruptly as you both were ordered back to your rooms. There Mace Windu broke the news that the suspect was an underground bounty hunter, and was rumoured to be enroute to Coruscant, his arrival expected to be made in three days time.

Now, Obi-Wan patiently listened, anger continued to stir within him as the council created a plan of action to be accomplished for tomorrow – the expected date for the bounty hunter to arrive.

“... that way if all else fails with you and Anakin, she will be likely to draw the target in” Mace Windu voiced, Obi-Wan growing irritated by the wave of nods flowing over the council.

“I mean this with all respect, Master Windu” Obi-Wan interrupted, drawing the attention of the room onto himself, “But my Padawan is much more qualified in combat than to act as bait. She has never been in an environment of that sort, her inexperience with... seduction may cause this bounty hunter to slip through our fingers. If we could trace his exact location, my Padawans and myself could easily-”

“We would not wish for your Padawan to do any more than to lure the bounty in. If word were to get out that three Jedi were in the same club as our target, he could easily escape, or worse. Under your supervision, all that would be necessary - if the original plan of action fails, that is – would be for her to hold his attention long enough to lower his guard. Then our own people could invade without causing any suspicion”

Taking in the explanation, Obi-Wan simmered what anger - and jealousy - that he could, composing himself before humbly replying, “I suppose you’re right. My apologies for believing otherwise. My Padawans and myself will take this mission with gratitude”

Rotating his body, he returned to his seat and listened in half-heartedly on the remainder of the meeting before all members were dismissed. Stalling on leaving the room, he wished the flow of exiting members a good evening before making his way to Yoda, the creature standing by the window as if he were expecting Obi-Wan to address the situation.

“To me, Master Kenobi, you wish to speak?”

“Yes Master Yoda. I can’t help but have doubts regarding this mission. Although I trust Anakin to succeed, by some chance that be wont, as capable as she is, I feel my Padawan may become too... timid when needing to interact with this bounty hunter. This could potentially turn dangerous very fast, and I wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity”

“To waste, this chance won't go. Ensure faith and your Padawan exceeds, she will”

“I do hope you’re right. Thank you for giving her, as well as Anakin this chance, they’ll take this assignment with great pride and caution. I’ll return and inform them of their duties and we’ll be sure to leave promptly” Obi-Wan said as he nodded in Yoda’s direction, preparing to leave the room before Yoda called his name once more.

“Take down this bounty hunter you must, Obi-Wan. Do what you must, if all else falls through. And impressed, I might add, the council will be, if your Padawans succeed”

***

Seated cross legged on the couch in the main living area, your hands twisted over one another as you practiced braiding the side of your hair, you quietly humming to yourself to not disrupt Anakin in his bedroom across from where you were stationed. It had been almost two hours since Obi-Wan left your shared home in the Jedi temple, someone calling him to a council meeting for the second time this week, and you were beginning to grow anxious. The first time he had to attend to the council, you thought nothing of it, assuming it was just another customary meeting. But the more frequent they became, the more suspicious Anakin and yourself grew, especially at the fact that not only were you both uninvited, but Obi-Wan refusing to cave and share the details behind the conference – something he’d always do if you and Anakin were on his good side for the day.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the front door opening, Obi-Wan slowly making an entrance to the room once the door behind him shut. Throwing your half-braided hair over your shoulder, you rose to greet your Master, immediately sensing tension within his presence.

Taking a step towards him, you waited for his usual welcoming hug, excited for a possible peck to the forehead – something he only did when Anakin wasn’t in the room – but was disappointed by the cool placement of his hand on your shoulder as he brushed past you.

“Master?”, you hushed quietly, “Has something happened?”

“We need to have a discussion, all of us”, he replied, the volume of his voice starling you as you watched him march down the short hallway towards Anakin's room, him knocking on the door as he continued, “Anakin! Up, now! We need to talk, we haven’t got much time”

Returning to the living area, Obi-Wan caught sight of your worried expression and swiftly embraced you, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before requesting you to take a seat, Anakin shortly emerging from his room and seating himself besides you, sighing as he spoke, “This better be important”

“The council are sending us on a mission, and th”

“When?” Anakin interrupted, his sluggish demeaner immediately dropping as he sparked up with interest.

“Tonight. We will have to leave within the next few hours which is-”

“Will it be off planet?”

“It’ll take place here, on Coruscant, but we-”

“Will I be flying us anywh-”

“Anakin!” yourself and Obi-Wan yelled in unison, the boy besides you falling back into the couch as he mumbled an apology, “Go on”

“Thank you. Like I said, we haven’t got much time, so this needs to be quick. I need the two of you to listen carefully. The previous council meetings I've been attending to have been in regards to a bounty hunter that’s been taking the lives of innocent and deserting the planet before he could get caught. Reports of his whereabouts have been alerted to the council, and we’ve been successful in locking down on this bounty’s identity”

Yours and Anakin's heads slowly drifted to face one another as your Master debriefed, his eye’s a reflection of the surprise that your own held.

“He’s due to arrive on Coruscant tonight, and if all goes well, he will be falsely led to Kyorgs nightclub, where he’ll be expecting to attend a business deal regarding a fake target wanted for an unreasonably high price”

“And the council want us to be said business partners?” Anakin questioned, his eager tone portraying the excitement that began to burn inside him.

“Just you, Anakin”

You could see in your peripheral the ego boost Anakin felt as the words fell from your Master's mouth, a devious smirk forming at the corner of his lips as he pushed out his chest. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel the opposite, just another mission Anakin will take all credit for and boast about till the end of time.

“Well, that’s easy enough” The boy besides you said as he rose from the couch, impatient to begin the mission as swiftly as possible but being paused by the raising of Obi-Wans palm’s quietly telling Anakin to wait.

“That’s not all,” Obi-Wan said, his tone turning softer as he spoke your name, “you’ve got yourself quite an important role too... though I'm unsure of how you’re going to take it”

“Please don’t tell me I'm going to have to be this one’s fake girlfriend again” you groaned, your head tilting in the direction of the now offended expressioned Anakin, “That failed us last time, and I have zero interest on humiliating myself like that again”

“Humiliating? If I were you, I'd consider that position as an honour” Anakin scoffed.

“More like torture”

“Hey! You know how many-”

“Please! Not now!” Obi-Wan snapped, his hand stressfully raking through his pushed back strands of hair, “When I say I need you both to listen, I mean it”

“Well what part is she gonna play then? Financial backup? Security?”

“She’ll be a woman of interest”

The words caused your pulse to speed up, anxieties beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach, “I’ll be the target? The council want me to be the wanted bait to an actual bounty hunter?!”

“No, young one. You’ll be made out to be more... a woman of a more desirable interest to our target” Kenobi said, internally cringing at the sentence he spoke.

Being your Master, he knew he had the obligations of teaching yourself and Anakin the subject of sex, and the various topics surrounding it. He made sure to always be reliable and honest, ensuring the two of you could feel comfortable to discuss or ask questions regarding anything that could fall under that umbrella. He taught you the good and the bad, as he would with anything one could experience throughout their lifetime in all the galaxy, and was prominent on boundaries within the Jedi code – something he often had to remind himself of when it came to you.

Obi-Wan had known Anakin for almost the entirety of the boy's life, but for you, it was completely different.

You had always known something was different about yourself growing up, you having unspeakable abilities and urges, feeling pushes and pulls from an invisible entity. Having no known parents or relatives, learning to care for yourself and work for what you could from such a young age, you never had anyone to turn to for comfort, to console in about the ever-growing presence within you, growing stronger by the day.

But everything changed the day a few members of the Jedi council stopped by your home planet, passing through your village and just so happening to feel an echoing presence in the force – that presence being you. Upon approaching you, they were stunned by your age, someone as force sensitive as yourself living for so long untrained, with no formal guidance on how to use your abilities, and with your luck, they ditched their mission and returned to the temple with you – afraid and alone – by their side.

In the early days of your time at the temple, you’d been paired with various Masters, struggling to find your way, your age being the same as Jedi knights but your knowledge of the force being the same as a youngling, which eventually lead to torment from other Padawans of all ages.

But there was the exception, one you would be forever grateful for - Anakin.

The first he heard of you was when he was sat beside Obi-Wan in a council meeting, boredom overcoming him as it always did during the unentertaining gatherings, until the change in topic caught his attention. The conversation was brief, but had him eager than ever, an untrained Jedi found on a distant planet, around the same age as himself, but incredibly strong with the force. Few conversations were exchanged on your journey so far, as well as your slow progress with your Master at the time, and before he had the chance to enquire further information on this mysterious Jedi, the topic changed over once more, leaving Anakin on the edge of his seat.

From there, rumours began to spread through the halls of the temple regarding yourself. You were mysterious, new, and had a delayed introduction to the Jedi that most of Anakin's fellow Padawans had experienced. Everyone was eager to see you, judge you on your force abilities, question your past, but not Anakin.

The day he first saw you, he instantly knew you were the person everyone in the temple had been gossiping over for the previous few weeks. You we’re seated, cross legged on the stone floor, you further back in the room than the rest of the Padawans, sticking out like a sore thumb as you mediated quietly, and the sight tugged at a string in Anakin's heart. He knew what it was like to be misunderstood, the feeling of being unwelcomed something he was growing accustomed to thanks to the council, and call it what you will – fate, or even a pull from the force – but he instantly knew that you and him we’re destined to be friends.

From that day, where Anakin sat beside you, interrupting your meditative state and sparking a conversation, the two of you instantly connected, growing to be close friends. Whenever you were away from your Masters, he’d assist you with your training, teaching you what he could as you’d openly share your doubts about your placement with your Master, the feeling of true connection and friendship - your emotions being recognized and sympathized by someone else causing your heart to soar. For the first time in your life, you understood how it felt to have self-worth and be cared by, but that was nothing to scale on how Obi-Wan made you feel.

You first met Obi-Wan on a council meeting regarding your distaste to your allocated Master. You were struggling to connect with each other for the few weeks you’ve been paired together, him unable to break through your built-up walls. You stood beside the creature, your head tucked into your chest as your eyes relayed over the patterned flooring. You were nervous, and given your little understanding on the complicated ways the council spoke to one another, you were certain your time at the temple was being cut short. That was until you heard a familiar voice muffling words of an increasing volume from behind you.

Turning around, you felt instant ease as you saw the familiar face of your only friend, his attention furiously diverted to the man besides him as they bickered between each other. The instant you laid eyes on him you became overwhelmed with emotions you’ve never felt before. Your heart grew warm, the fluttering effect of its rapid rhythm causing your mouth to turn dry as you gawked over the man's features. In the moment, his eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes wild as they peered down at Anakin, but there was a softness in his features, a warmth and kindness that was unbreakable no matter how angered he seemed. And although the voice of another man caught the attention of the two, snapping back the focus of everyone else in the room, your eyes never faltered from the man's face, the unnatural pull you felt towards him keeping your surveillance locked in place.

“Master Kenobi, is there something that needs to be shared with the council?” Mace Windu spoke, drawing the attention of the two boys from one another and back to their surroundings.

“I apologize for the disturbance, I am terribly sorry. It seems Anakin had urgent information he wished to share regarding the Padawan” Obi-Wan explained, the end of his sentence holding a sarcastic tone as Anakin slyly rolled his eyes, the scene forcing you to hold in a laugh.

“And what exactly is this information”

“I believe my Padawan has been able to connect to the girl, and has had some success in teaching her about the Jedi”

“Skywalker, please elaborate further”

Stepping forward with complete confidence, Anakin caught your glance as if to check if you were okay with what were about to happen, you subtly nodding before he proceeded.

“I met her in one of her early meditation classes, and found that from that day she’s been willing to lower her guard, letting me in to teach her the ways of the force, of the Jedi. Only stemming from what Master Kenobi has taught me, of course”

Your name being called, you spun back around to face the man in front of you, nodding as he questioned if that were the truth before giving Anakin permission to continue his statement.

“If she trusts me, and is taking to what I’ve taught her, then I believe she’ll succeed in learning under Obi-Wan's guidance, just as I have”

Mace pondered momentarily, hushed whispers between himself and Master Yoda sat beside him sparked as you turned back around to face the two, you immediately catching sight of Obi-Wans eyes as he glared at you. As you stared into his blue orbs, he did the same for you, ignoring the pleading sounds coming from the boy besides him, completely focusing in on the young woman in front of him. Staring unapologetically, lost in each other's features, you both felt an instant connection, deep and dynamic, as if an energetic switch flicked within one another, the wave of emotions you previously felt now releasing inside of him, flowing through his bloodstream.

“Master Kenobi”, Windu spoke once more, “The council would grant you the objective of taking on this Padawan as your own, alongside Skywalker, if you believe you are capable of doing so”

Keeping his eyes interlocked with yours, he answered without skipping a beat, “It would be my pleasure”

“Well, then that’s settled” Windu said, dismissing you as he called your name, “You may join your new Master. Obi-Wan, you will mentor this young Padawan just as you have with Skywalker, all future missions both Padawans will need to attend with the councils permission, so best you try and catch her up to date”

Making your way to what would soon grow to be your new family, you stood beside a now grinning Anakin, you falling shorter than the two men, your eye’s locking once more with the eldest of the two as you squeaked a small thank you, his kind eyes lighting up as he held a small grin while nodding.

And from that day forth, everything Obi-Wan believed about the Jedi code became a personal test. Being a member of the Jedi council, he knew that if he were to become tangled in any form of unprofessional connection, he’d not only be kicked from his position, but stripped of any association with the Jedi. Yet when it came to you, he struggled every day with running the risk of letting it happen.

Through your years of being Obi-Wans Padawan, you grew connected to him in a different way to Anakin. Sure, the ambitious boy was a rule breaker, often disregarding his Masters' rules and ultimately being on his own path, which often created ups and downs in his relationship with Obi-Wan, but Kenobi loved him regardless. Though not in the way that he felt love for you. As you grew to be the woman you were, opening up to your Master in way’s you’ve never opened up to anyone before, he uncovered your whit, your passion and charm. Your femininity stuck him unlike any others he’s witnessed before. On battlefields and missions, you were powerful, independent, your connection with the force was strong and bright, more so than his other Padawans, and it often left him in awe. But when all else were erased, and it was just yourself and the two men inside your home, you were delicate, fragile, depended on those you needed most, in need of the warming connection from those you cherished with your whole heart, and that was something Obi-Wan wished he could relish in every day.

He loved you in ways he though was humanly impossible. He yearned for you, missing your presence when he was away. On days where it was just you and him, he would shower you in the most love he could, showing his affections through platonic embraces or pecks to your forehead and hands. He longed for late-night discussions, him sat beside you in your bed, ushering away your worries after a nightmare, his hand on the top of your head as he’d use the force to ease your resting mind. And on his own sleepless nights, he’d play the sounds of your laugher though his mind, the echoes of your joy bringing flutters to the pit of your stomach.

Yet, although he was eternally grateful for Anakin bringing you into his life, it pained him to know he’d never be able to love you in the ways he wished he could - breaching the point of platonic and blossoming into a passionate and intimate relationship, not only because it was against the Jedi way, but because he believed you’d never harvest the same emotions for him that he had for you.

But he was wrong.

Little did he know that you were on the exact same page, forever fighting the urge to pursue more. You wanted to, with every fiber of your being you wanted to reach that unexplored level of connection with him, to feel his lips against yours, his skin against your skin, to bond with him in ways you’ve only heard about. And as painful as it was, like an unrepairable crack in your heart, you knew you’d never be able to peruse that dream with your Master. Not only because it would be incredibly selfish, risking not only your life with the Jedi, but his - the Jedi being what he’s dedicated his whole life to, but because you knew your Master could never harvest such feelings for his Padawan.

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House Of Memories (33/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: kissing, fluff, some spicy things, Jealous obi-wan my dudes

Summary: Obi-Wan becomes very jealous over your new assigned partner, Mak Lotor.

A/n: OKAY GUYS IM BACK,,, i decided not to do two updates, and instead combined them both into one episode, it just felt like it all needed to be together idk... also Mak Lotor in my head is austin butler bc i have issues

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(Gif by mcgregor)

It was the council's decision. It was their choice to put you through yet another uncomfortable situation, and by now, you couldn't help but feel like this dislike for you was purposely getting out of hand.

"You will be temporarily placed to assignment with Padawan Mak Lotor. You will be required to separate from your Master while he completes a mission on Dathomir with General Skywalker," Mace Windu took the lead on issuing the republics agenda for the week. Your face dropped, because you knew exactly what the council was doing. They sensed something with you, and you knew it. Whether or not they knew about yours and Obi-Wan's secret, they did not let on, but they knew something. They were awfully keen on keeping you both apart, even if it was only for a small bit of time. "Having dispersed all missions, this meeting is adjourned, please inquire me with any questions you have regarding your assignments."

You had just one question, which was: Why the hell are you doing this to me? You however expected that a question like that would result in a lecture you were not in the mood, or even willing enough to hear at all.

As you made your way into the hall, Obi-Wan shot you a sympathetic look that said, 'We'll talk about it later,' before he turned to Anakin to discuss the terms of their own new mission.

You nodded to him and continued down the corridor, hoping that nothing would stop you between the place you stood and the path to your apartment door. Funny thing though, luck was never on your side, and seemed to almost resent you.

"Where are you off to so early?" Of course....

You turned around a forced a smile onto your face. Mak Lotor was a lovely boy, who was well known for his skills with a lightsaber, although you could probably take him if you tried.

"I was hoping to turn in, but I don't think I could have slept with all the ruckus going on."

You had met him a few times, briefly, and knew that he looked at you in a way that perhaps he shouldn't, not that you have any say in how anyone should look at you, when you were practically the poster child for disobeying the laws of the Jedi order.

"If you'd like to join me, I find the meditation gardens are far more peaceful this time of the evening," he offered, the nod of his head causing his braid to whip around to the other side of his shoulder.

You thought about it for a moment. You didn't dislike Mak, not at all. He was a kind, and genuine person that most of the female padawans tended to draw towards. You needed to get to know him better for this next week anyway, and you figured it probably best to do that before you flew into the fire of a battle. You tilted your head to the side before deciding.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt... I'm sure it will be lovely."

He smiled sweetly before letting you catch up to his side and he could lead the way.

Obi-Wan could not pay attention to a single thing that Anakin said, he was far too focused on the conversation taking place several feet away from him, and now the interaction had turned into steps down the hallway.

He didn't like the way that boy looked at you, the way he smiled at you like you lit up the room. You did light up the room, but that was beside the point. He didn't like feeling that this boy perhaps harbored things for you like he did.

When he saw Mak move his hand to the small of your back when you both turned down the hallway, he just about lost it, his face became red, and his brows were visibly strewn with aggression. Mak was touching you where only he had touched you. He was putting his hands on you in any capacity to be quite frank, and it was not okay. It was only now that poor Anakin even realized his former Master could not be bothered with the information that was being offered. He waved a hand in front of his face like a five-year-old, just to gain his attention again.

"I'm sorry, Anakin, but we'll need to go over this tomorrow. I'm a bit too distracted at the moment." he admitted, letting his head fall parallel to the ground in shame over not listening to the important information his former Padawan was trying to relay to him.

"Is this about them pairing her with Mak Lotor?" Anakin could see right through his old Master, although maybe he didn't see everything, for he had no idea of the relationship status you both held. You didn't truly label it anyways; it was just the beginning of something you didn't fully grasp the concept of yet. It was just the idea of 'to love and be loved in return.'

Obi-Wan sighed, un-wanting to admit that something so trivial was upsetting him so greatly.

"You can trust her; she won't let him step out of line."

"That's not what I'm afraid of," Obi-Wan's insecurities were rising all at once, every single thing that he'd thought of when telling himself that you could never love him in return. Those days were over, but the insecurities still remained, though usually on a quiet loop in the back of his mind. Now they were fully fronted, and the only things he could possibly think of right now.

Mak was your age, he was tall, good looking, and polite He was so much younger than Obi-Wan and had only lived about as much of a life as you have and could relate to you experience wise. He had charm that all the other Padawan girls seemed to fall for, and he'd hoped to the maker that you'd not be one of them. Oh, how he loved you, and if he lost you romantically to this boy, he'd snap. His jealousy was arising more than he'd like to admit, but Anakin could see it. He could feel it, as it became like a thick shroud in the force around him.

Jealousy and envy were two different things. Envy was craving the possession of something that was not yours, something that was held by another. Jealousy was the fear of losing something of value. He valued you to no end, so yes, he was jealous.

"She doesn't care for him like she does for you, she never could," Anakin tried to break the trance surrounding Obi-Wan, and it worked to an extent. He thought about the things you'd said to him when you thought he was dead. As horrible as it seemed, he held that confession close to him, because it was your first, he heard that you felt the same way. The first time he knew that his feelings weren't one sided, and he hadn't gone through so many sleepless nights for nothing. You loved him, but right now... he didn't know if that was enough. Love grows in places where you often don't expect it to.

"You're right. I'm sure it will be just another assignment. I'll see you tomorrow for take-off," Obi-Wan swiftly brought this conversation to an end. He knew Anakin meant well, but Anakin didn't know how far anything had progressed, and so he couldn't understand how deeply this concerned Obi-Wan. He wondered if he was enough for you, and if you would still see him as someone worth your time after you'd spent a week with this boy. This boy was in all aspects a better person for you to share a relationship with. Even despite the laws of attachment, you and Mak made sense.... but you and him? It was highly inappropriate to even think that a Master of his rank would have feelings for his Padawan that was a little over half his age. Especially one he had a hand in raising... it was preposterous, and anyone who didn't know you both would think that Obi-Wan was taking advantage of you...

But you loved him... and that was all he could think about as he walked back to the apartment. He may not be enough to deserve you, but you loved him anyways... and as soon as you returned from your outing, he was going to show you just how much he adored you in return.

"Okay your turn, truth or dare," Mak said, trying to speak through his fit of laughter. You were funny, or at least he seemed to think so.

"Truth," you said, as you'd only picked dares until this point. There wasn't much he could dare you to do that you would refuse, you were a Jedi after all... but the truth, especially when guarded by the laws of the old game, would have to be spoken whether you liked it or not... even if you didn't utter the words, the thought would slip into your signature, and you'd be outted. You were feeling a bit dangerous tonight.

"What's it like having General Kenobi for a Master? It's gotta be intimidating, right?"

You furrowed your brows, unsure of his question. Did Obi intimidate people? Was he seen as a threat?

"Not at all. I understand he can be rather stoic when others are around him, but when it's just he and I, or when it was he and I and Anakin, he's very gentle, and kind. He can be... protective, at times, but I don't mind that so much anymore."

"You don't feel pressure to be better because of him?" You weren't quite sure why this mattered so much, but it seemed to be important to him how you answered.

"I don't... I actually feel encouraged to do better by him. He's a good teacher," and a wonderful man, in whom I love dearly, you thought, but didn't dwell too much on it. "I've known him since before he was ever a knight, and there hasn't been a time since where he wasn't in my life."

"It must be nice, to have a real connection with your mentor..." he trailed, looking out into the city over the garden's balcony. "My master never really understood the way my mind works. I have this... blockage with the force, it's why I rely so heavily on my weapon. Instead of helping me work through it, he always just forced me to get over it and try harder the next time a problem would arise."

"I'm sorry," you apologized, but you weren't quite sure what you were sorry for... that his master was horrible, that he had this mental blockage, or that you couldn't understand his struggle. He was so sweet, genuine... you found a hard time believing anyone would treat him so, but then again, not everyone had a Master like Obi-Wan Kenobi, who was patient, and kind, and encouraging. "That must be hard."

"It gets easier with time. I just feel like I'm going to spend my whole life trying to please him and never get anywhere. The worst part is that..." he cut himself off from finishing that sentence, but you figured you had his meaning in mind.

"The worst part is that you care about what he thinks of you."

He nodded. You understood that, because even when you didn't know Obi-Wan fell in love with you, you cared so much about what he thought, and strived to make him proud. He always said he was, but sometimes you wondered if he meant it, because there were so many things you did wrong... Mak didn't have a Master like that and in all honestly, neither did many of the Padawans in this temple. Ahsoka did, only because Anakin followed after Obi-Wan. You didn't know him for very long, but you remembered Master Qui Gon being the same way.

"You know, your reputation proceeds you," he said, and you scoffed, thinking that you even had a reputation in the first place seemed utterly foolish at all.

"You think I'm a bad influence, then?"

"I meant your actual reputation, not the council's opinion of you. You're very insightful," he corrected you, and you softened a bit. He was very complimentary of you thus far, and seemed like he actually enjoyed your company, so perhaps this week's assignment wouldn't be so bad. Making friends wasn't always your strong suit, and envy over your abilities often times got in the way... but he didn't seem envious at all, just, for lack of a better word, fascinated with you.

"That's kind of you, I didn't know I had a reputation other than the council..." you didn't want to start on about the council, you promised Obi-Wan you would only rant to him about all the things that happened, and sometimes he would even try to use his influence to fix things that had gone against you. It might seem like favoritism, but it wasn't really, not when they had punished you for no reason to begin with. You changed the subject light heartedly, hoping to steer it back to the game. "Alright, truth or dare?"

"Dare..."

"Oh boy."

Obi-Wan was worried beyond reason by now. Relationship or not, he was still your Master, and you never left for more than an hour without telling him where you'd be.

He was pacing the floors, unsure of when you'd be back. He combed the temple for your signature, but it hadn't been opened to him, which meant you closed it off. Either you did that because you didn't want someone near you to hear your thoughts, or you did it because you purposely didn't want him to know where you were.

He tried to calm himself down, but the small green monster named jealousy was crawling back into his mind, filling it with doubts and more fears of losing you. It had been into the wee hours of the morning when he sensed your presence coming down the hall.

He went to the door, ready to open it, but then he felt a second presence... Mak was walking you back to your door? That was a bit possessive, wasn't it?

He could hear your soft giggles, followed by whispers of 'shhh, he might be asleep.'

Obi-Wan stepped back from the entranceway, and into the sitting area, waiting for you to come in, and leave the boy outside. When the door slid open, he heard him utter a quiet goodnight before you were inside, and it was closed again.

You weren't startled by seeing him, waiting up for you, but you were a bit surprised... he had to be up early tomorrow, didn't he?

"What are you doing up, still? You're going to be tired on your mission tomorrow," you approached him with concern, placing a hand on his face. He leaned into it, feeling more at ease now that you were here, with him.

"I can't sleep very well without you anymore," he covered. It wasn't a lie, because since you started sleeping with him every night, he'd grown used to the comfort that surrounded him. He kissed your head and helped you take off your cloak, walking it back to the rack by the door.

"I'm sorry I was out so late, I wanted to get to know Mak a little, he seems nice... I think you would like him."

No, he did not like him. Mak Lotor kept his little one out way past the time she usually turned in, and he could see in your eyes, he was not the only one who would be exhausted tomorrow.

"I'm sure I would," he responded, following after you to get ready for the night.

You began recalling the events of your day to him, as you always did before bed, but you had so much to say about the boy you'd been paired with for this week. He missed the days you would come home, and he would listen to you talk about Anakin losing the racing simulators again, or when you would help train a class of younglings with Ahsoka. He missed the days when you would come back and be happy to see him. You were already so taken by this boy, it was only a matter of time, now.

Once in bed, you found yourself curling around him, and smiled at the comfort it brought him physically and mentally, but only for a moment. He was still lying awake, thinking about how tomorrow he was going away, and you were going to be left with Mak Lotor. He would be gone for a week, and you'd be sleeping on your own, as would he. His mind wandered to places he shouldn't, because he knew you wouldn't do anything to betray his trust... not ever. He just couldn't stop himself from worrying. Normally he would meditate, clear his mind of anything that troubled him, and only focus on his breathing, or since you were with him, he would focus on yours.

He couldn't bring himself to meditate on this, he felt it needed more action, something physical, something like staking a claim.

"My love?" he asked softly, hoping you were still awake.

"Yeah?"

You sounded like you were just as conscious as he was, maybe even more so... did your thoughts trouble you, too? He wondered if as he did, you pondered about the mission, what it was going to entail.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his whisper growing a but louder now knowing you weren't sleeping, or even trying to.

"Not really," you admitted, and he breathed out slowly, read to enact his plan, to stake his claim.

He sat up, leaving you looking up at him from where you laid. You were confused for a moment, until you saw the look in his eyes. They were glazed with something you were unsure about, the moonlight doing little to aid your inspection, but the the look of them was hunger, and need. You were getting to know these parts of him very well as of recently, and you knew when he had that look in his eyes, he only wanted to love you, physically.

He leaned over you, coming close enough that your breath hitched, but eased upon his gentle kiss meeting your lips, moving slowly, but passionately, the way kisses were mean to be given. This man was the only one to ever kiss you, and yet you felt that no one else could do it like he could. No one could ever love you or know you like he did. He'd known you from the early stages of your life, knew every little habit of yours, every little expression, he could even read your thoughts without using the force... he just knew you.

His hands reached down for yours, finding them and bringing them to rest by your head on either side, starting by clenching softly around your wrists, then moving to open your palm, as his fingers gently weaved themselves with your own. He used them as leverage to push himself up and take a glance at you, laid beneath him in the dim light of the city outside his window. Your eyes were blown with the feelings of the moment, and your lips were slightly swollen with his kisses, with your hair fanned out behind your head. An angel, a complete vision of loveliness. You emanated light even in this dark room, in the small hours of night. She is the light incarnate... that will never change

"You're beautiful, little one..."

And then he was back, his lips venturing lower now, skimming over the skin of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he kept going. He tucked his head into the crook, while kissing, sucking, and even biting on the area when your neck met your shoulder. His short beard rubbed against the skin surrounding his target, and the sensation of the mild burn it gave you, well, you couldn't get enough. You wished he would let free one of your hands, you wanted so badly to thread your fingers through his hair, to tug on the strands softly and maybe push him to emit one of those groans you craved to hear. It was a sweet sound, the sound of his pleasure... even the smallest things could drive him to the heavenly noises, but you were held down by his hands on your own, and you doubted you were strong enough to get them free.

"Obi," you let out, slightly hushed as he hit a sensitive spot on your shoulder, making you to writhe beneath him at the contact.

He took that as a sign for him to do it again, accept he went full on the second time, nibbling the skin gently with his teeth, and truly acknowledging what it was to actually taste you. He was entranced with your taste, it consumed him, and he wanted more... more of your skin, more of you. He wanted so badly to make love to you tonight, to give you all of himself and show you what it really was to be connected in that way... but he wouldn't. He'd made up his mind long ago, that he would let you decide when that would be. If that was something you really wanted, then he was going to wait for you to tell him you did. He was going to wait until you were sure that it was something you were open to. You'd never been with a sexual partner in your life, and until you expressed to him that you were ready to lose that purity in yourself, he would be perfectly content to love you like this, in the most innocent form of love he could possess.... but wait-

Did you just-?

He kept on with his movements, to see if you would do it again, and sure enough, your hips bucked up into his in a smooth and quick motion, causing him to groan into your shoulder. The vibration sending tingles down your spine, and you craved to have his lips back on yours, but your hands were still trapped beneath his, and you were unable to coherently speak your desires to him... so you did what you thought was rational, focusing on his mouth, and using the force to bring it back to yours, along with the rest of him being thrashed around on account of your impatience. The force could be used in so many unholy ways, you'd thought about it before, but couldn't for the life of you gain the confidence to ask him about it. You were sure it was not a topic that was appropriate, even for the both of you. You were almost certain that thoughts like those would be wrong and using your gift for such things as that would not be something to express in words.

He kissed you deeper, exploring your mouth religiously, like it was the only thing that could bring him salvation.

You kept bucking your hips into his, and he had to show massive restraint over it. He knew at some point you'd be feeling something that wasn't there before but fought hard to prevent it altogether. He didn't need you to feel obligated to anything you weren't ready for.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing them together behind his back and pulling yourself closer into him. He now understood your meaning. You wanted to be closer to him, to feel his body on yours... but he still held down your hands. He lifted one from the bed, freeing it and allowing you access to his hair, which had already become horribly untamed with his escapades down your neck. You grabbed at the roots, pulling softly and hearing the result of it, which you'd been longing to hear all this time. It was caught by your lips and echoed on into your head, like a song that was stuck there on repeat for days on end.

Now with one of his hands free, he tucked it beneath your waist, lifting it up so your bodies were firmly against each other. the warmth, no, the heat spreading through places he feared it shouldn't be spreading.

He knew he needed to nip this in the bud before it went any further. Even if you said the words, he knew tonight was not the right time. You were supposed to be sleeping as it was, and the hours you'd be missing if you kept on would make you exhausted tomorrow. Obi-Wan was not willing to let your first time be rushed and was certainly not willing to let you be in such a state for your assignment that began tomorrow. More than anything else, he would want to stay with you the morning after, to hold you and assure you that he was there by your side and that he wasn't going anywhere. That could not be said about the day ahead.

He broke apart from you slowly, his last kiss lasting, and when it ended, he pulled your bottom lip with his teeth a little. He let it go, and pushed himself up a little, letting your body back down on the mattress. He looked over you again, seeing as how you looked more tired now, but still eager somehow. You were so willing to lay and kiss him all night long, to touch and feel him and let him take the same pleasure from you. You were everything.

"I think perhaps it's time to sleep, my love," he caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles, smiling and pecking the top of your head before he laid back down beside you.

You instantly wrapped around him again, face buried in his chest, head resting underneath his. He would never get used to the feeling of holding you while you slept, not even since the first time he did it all those years ago. It gave him a sense of security, knowing you were safe within his arms, protected by his strong embrace.

He fell asleep much easier now, having staked his claim and shown you his love in the physical form it took.

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hello! my name is will :)

what to expect here: it’s like half aesthetic posts and half star wars, specifically obi-wan and anakin, aka the team, with romantic obikin. i also post about ancient greece a bit, and applied my classics degree pointing out some cultural history of obikin dynamics.

i made edits of obi-wan saying “anakin” and anakin saying “master” at each other and a combo. i love to read about star wars and talk about it, esp. the revenge of the sith novel. sometimes i write meta about it all. i also collect star wars books too (more than 300 so far!)

i've also officially published more than 50 obikin stories! if you are interested in checking out what i have written, here are links and short descriptions of all my works, from novels to PWPs. i'm really proud to have reached this milestone (750k words! whew). thank you guys for all your support along the way <3

Novel-length stories:

Lex Talionis: COMPLETE Plotty, smutty, Sith AU. It’s my take on how Obi-Wan and Anakin could fall to the dark side, weaving in as much lore as I can. Force dyad, Sith’ari, Zygerria, etc. Obi-Wan and Anakin go through.. character development.. and it is dramatized in the changing way they have sex. I poured in all of my theories about metaphysics and the Force, all my knowledge about Augustus and how a Republic dies, all of my opinions about consent and agency. It has rough sex in it and some uncomfortable power dynamics that get resolved, so it is not for everyone, just a heads up. It is complete, and yes, there is a happy ending lol. War Drums: IN PROGRESS Darth Vader dies at the end of Return of the Jedi full of regret and wakes up in his 10-yr-old body after the events of the Phantom Menace. Young Obi-Wan struggles to acclimate to the death of Qui-Gon and the discovery that the boy he swore to train grew up into a Sith. Vader tries to use his knowledge to fix the galaxy and Obi-Wan uses his training to make sure they do it the right way. Anakin underwent his rite and is now an adult, galaxy beware. Murder Puppy: IN PROGRESS Obi-Wan’s decision to do more than flirt with the enemy ends up accidentally acquiring a clingy Sith acolyte, and he is tasked with holding his leash while they work together to end the war. This will probably end up around 40k so a bit shorter than the other two, which are chunkier

Core Oneshots: (my argument for the ship, basically)

Symposium: The story that started it all for me haha. I put Plato's Symposium in a word document and transformed it into a scene where Obi-Wan is forced to reconsider his relationship with Anakin, while dosed with an aphrodisiac, which leads to lines being crossed back in their hotel room. It suggests the erastēs/erōmenos dynamic that appears in much of my work. Unwrap, Wrap: Obi-Wan needs emotional hurt/comfort. This story has him fall apart, and Anakin help put him back together, after a traumatic battle late in the clone wars. Dramatizes the way that the war has muddied their roles and how much their lives are entangled. Obi-Wan gets a handjob in the shower, also, if that is relevant.

Longer Canon AUs: (8k+ words, AUs that take place in the GFFA)

Nostos: Technically a sequel to Symposium. It explores would happen if you took the dynamic established in Symposium and then put the characters in the canon end of Attack of the Clones. How would their behavior be impacted? How would the Jedi react to their decisions? Suckerpunch: Set during the Clovis arc, after Anakin had his jealous fight. Obi-Wan checks on him, and learns about both his marriage and the Tuskens. He doesn't want to lose his apprentice to the dark side, or a Senator. Ready Stance: Anakin is bored during a hyperspace journey during the clone wars, so he asks Obi-Wan to spar. Obi-Wan watches him warm up, they spar, and things escalate. This fic explores more core facets of their relationship, like the legacy teaching dynamic. Found, Fixed: Post-Zygerria Obi-Wan hurt/comfort. It’s similar to Unwrap, Wrap, except it’s told from Anakin’s POV and is much more explicit. It’s one of my rare bottom!Obi-Wan fic, he gets taken care of and comforted from being whumped so hard by the show. Anakin Sucks: Anakin has an oral fixation and it drives Obi-Wan to distraction over the course of the Clone Wars, 5+1 crack taken very seriously lol Make War: show!era Obi-Wan after fighting Vader on Mapuzo shares a dream with him while suspended in bacta. Warning for noncon!! Now with a second chapter set after their near miss on Jabiim. Third chapter based on the kenobi show finale hopefully will be out soon!

A/B/O Stories: (AUs that have this squicky trope, all set in GFFA)

Warm Blood: A/B/O fic that people seem to enjoy. Features omega Anakin having a suppressant failure on the battlefield and going into heat. Alpha Obi-Wan has to fight his way to him, and then tries to resist his instincts—until Anakin confesses his true feelings. Run Away With Me: A/B/O sequel to Warm Blood, tells the story of what happened after the mating, how they left the Jedi and what they’ve been doing. Anakin is preparing to go into heat, and Obi-Wan is helping him nest. Set during Revenge of the Sith, though they don’t know what’s happening in their isolation. Temporary Like Achilles: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is drugged by Dathomirian Nightsisters into a feral state, omega Anakin finds and rescues him. It's a fuck or die with feelings and ultimately a happy ending. Heat Haze: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is living alone on Tatooine, 10yrs post Mustafar. Omega Anakin is about to go into his first heat, and is searching for his mother during the Attack of the Clones. The Force shifts Anakin into the future, bringing the two together in time for Anakin’s heat to begin. Heat Shimmer: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is on Geonosis during Attack of the Clones, investigating. Preheat omega Darth Vader is on Geonosis 13 years later, and the Force decides to move him back in time for his heat. They fight, but it's impossible to fight some insticts. Give Up, Give In: A/B/O fic. Qui-Gon lived AU. Omega Obi-Wan is dosed with a heat inducer during a mission. Alpha Anakin who has loved the older Knight forever doesn’t handle that very well. Ends with Service Top Anakin, a favorite of mine

Longer Modern AUs: (8k+ words, developed AUs that attempt to model the canon dynamic in everyday life)

My Anankē: Classics AU is built on the premise that Obi-Wan would never break the rules re: teacher/student fraternization. He would rather endure years of mutual pining than act inappropriately. Once Anakin’s graduated though, that’s a different story. These are oneshots telling the story of their relationship. It is not told in chronological order, so each one basically opens up another window into their lives. Soulbound: Obi-Wan is a bossy lawyer who plays World of Warcraft. Anakin is an insecure veteran who is in Obi-Wan’s guild and drives him insane. They meet randomly in a bar, and Obi-Wan realizes that Anakin acts the way he does because he likes to be bossed around—so he bosses him around. Zone of Truth: Obi-Wan basically helped raise Anakin through being his Big Brother mentor through a local gaming shop, eventually teaching him to drive and getting him an internship etc. Anakin graduates college and Obi-Wan turns into a ghost, for very good reasons, it turns out. Anakin’s betrayed him, and he’s betrayed himself.

Shorter Smutty AUs: (shorter stories, canon + AUs)

Snap, Crackle, Pop: Padawan Anakin gets braid tugging and spanking after behaving very badly during the Battle of Muunilinst early in the Clone Wars. Tilted: Anakin wakes up after Mortis in a female body and hides, struggling to come to terms with the change. Obi-Wan comes to check on him and reassure him, smut ensues. Make Your Siren’s Call: show!era Obi-Wan struggles to fall asleep in the cave from the photoshoot, and dreams about his old apprentice, full of guilt, angst, and smut Stress Relief: Sith-like/Dom!Obi-Wan is rough on eager!Anakin in their Temple apartment, plays on Master/Padawan dynamic. Unperishing Glory: Homeric AU, Anakin is Achilles-type Chosen One and Obi-Wan is his Patroclus-type mentor-friend, angsty sex Murder Puppy: Playful!Obi-Wan seduces raisedSith!Anakin during a duel, bringing him back to the light during sex. People seem to really like this one, it is one of the things I get the most asks about. I have plans for a short story to expand, it’s on the WIP list I promise. Unwelcome Guest: An AU where Obi-Wan couldn't strike Anakin down on Mustafar. Suitless!Vader comes to find him on Tatooine, and wants to be punished for mistakes, there is spanking involved. Rosetta Stone: Based on the Mummy, an AU where Obi-Wan is a librarian and Anakin is a former soldier, and they defeated a mummy together. Obi-Wan is oblivious and repressed, so Anakin has to be very forward. Safe as Houses: Based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Anakin is the slayer and Obi-Wan is his Giles-like librarian watcher. Anakin seeks Obi-Wan out in crisis and Obi-Wan takes care of him. The Outlander: Obi-Wan fell to the dark on Naboo AU, so Qui-Gon is Anakin’s Master instead. Anakin sneaks out of the Temple to a club to meet possessive Obi-Wan, there is smut against a wall outside, and Anakin falls to the dark side. Please, Daddy?: Daddy kink fic. Features a bratty Anakin, sex pheromones, spanking and just general daddy!filth. A New Hope: Anakin never left Tatooine AU. He becomes a Han Solo-type pilot who helps a rebel!Obi-Wan escape the Empire. He’s a touch starved, praise starved, virgin who’s insecure about his missing hand. Obi-Wan takes good care of him. Communication, What Communication: Organized Crime AU with collegeStudent!Anakin and accidentalSugarDaddy!Obi-Wan, gratitude kink haha. This fic has been picked up and turned into the phenomenal multichapter story Recoil and Ricochet by @wernnaa.

Potidaea, 432BC: Alcibiades!Anakin and his tutor Socrates!Obi-Wan fight together in the phalanx. Armor kink and period-accurate intercrural sex ensue lol. Minikin and Tiny-Wan: Fluff and crack based on the premise that there are tiny figurines of the Jedi that are alive (kind of like the little dragons in the goblet of fire). Obi-Wan and Anakin each get one, and their Tinys enjoy each other’s company, leading to an awkward but useful conversation. #BinGate: Great British Bake Off AU, Anakin is a contestant who lost his temper and destroyed his bake, Obi-Wan is a judge who enjoys scolding Anakin. Let Me, Master: Padawan Obi-Wan, shy demisexual Master Anakin, Obi-Wan throws caution to the wind and finally seduces his clueless Master, smut ensues with bottom Obi-Wan. Anakin, Duke of Vader, Prince of Coruscant: Anakin is a bratty, troubled prince and Obi-Wan is his unimpressed knight bodyguard. Anakin cries, showing true vulnerability, and Obi-Wan realizes he has a kink for that lmao Sic Transit Gloria Mundi: Sexually frustrated after sparring with his Master, Anakin decides to visit the glory hole in the locker room. Little does he know, he’s not the only one. Boy Toy: Obi-Wan is a fashion designer and Anakin is a first time model. They’ve just finished a boytoy themed photoshoot and get trapped together in an elevator Brotherhood: Anakin is a college student in a spiral after the death of his mother, and his father Qui-Gon left for a trip, leaving his much older step-brother Obi-Wan, who he doesn't know very well, in charge. Obi-Wan picks Anakin up from jail, and the argument goes places. Hard Racing: Anakin is a Formula 1 driver and Obi-Wan is his team principal. After an accident at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix where he ran into his teammate, he is sore, tired, and afraid of getting demoted from his spot. Obi-Wan comes to his hotel to reassure him of his value to him and the team. Beer and Paint: Obi-Wan and Anakin are both apprentices to famous artist Qui-Gon. Anakin has tattoos/piercings/blue streak in his hair, and Obi-Wan is obsessed. Sloppy art and drunk sex ensue.

Smutty +F fic AUs: (short fics that includes Padmé or Ventress)

Très Lecherous: Padmé and Obi-Wan agree to share subby!Anakin, this fic is all three together, and includes DP if that is your jam. Blue Shadow Virus: continuation of above AU, Padmé almost died on Naboo and Anakin doesn’t take it well. Obi-Wan and Padmé dom him into relaxing Post-Revenge: Set after the episode of TCW where Ventress rescues Obi-Wan from Maul and Savage. This is only Ventress/Obi-Wan, but Anakin is extremely present in the fact that Ventress uses Obi-Wan's secret feelings for Anakin to incite him into hate sex. Plus Anakin Makes 3: Sort of a sequel to the Post-Revenge fic, Anakin discovers Obi-Wan and Ventress having a tryst, decides to participate rather than freak out, so more DP haha.

Collaborations: (stories i co-authored with friends)

Apartment Story: Post-Deception arc reconciliation fic, where Obi-Wan is drunk and Anakin is angry. Feelings are revealed, and comfort, understanding and smut ensues. Written with my friend @whohatessandas a RP and adapted into a story. Satellite Mind: What would happen if Obi-Wan could hear Anakin’s thoughts? Spoiler: it does not go well. Set during the last few days of the clone wars, and tracks how their relationship combusted over Anakin’s secrets. Written with @theseptemberist.

#thanks for stopping by <3

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