#Anakin spicy fluff

[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It (Sneak Peek):

“A little advice?” Sola smirked.  “Inside right elbow.”

“Sola!” Padmé cried out in protest.

“Padmééééé,” Sola whined back, before lowering her voice and pressing a raised finger to her lips. “Keep it down, would you? My kids are trying to nap.”

Ignoring Padmé’s glare of betrayal, Sola winked a conspiratorial blessing at Anakin, then quickly disappeared down the stairs, leaving the young couple to sort themselves out.

Squirming for all she was worth, Padmé sought to use Anakin’s momentary distraction against him.  Her efforts weren’t worth much; already at an advantage with her up against the wall, Anakin easily smothered Padmé’s futile attempts to escape.  Pressing his hips further into the cradle of hers freed his hands to capture her flailing right arm, twisting it gently but purposefully up and away from her so that he could discover more about the traitorously revealed tickle zone.  Methodically, Anakin peeled back the long sleeve covering Padmé’s right arm, and when her narrowed gaze did nothing to stop his fingers from descending to her exposed elbow, Padmé frantically tried to use the only form of rebellion she had left in her dwindling arsenal.

Deliberately, Padmé ground her hips into his though it was to no avail.  Her movements to distract him became less focused and increasingly wilder as his thumb dragged deliriously back and forth over her vulnerable, delicate skin.

“Ani, no! Ani, please!” Padmé cried, laughing helplessly between gasping protests.  With her free hand, she shoved hard at his immoveable shoulder, writhing in one last ditch endeavor to halt another barrage, squealing loudly when, “No, no, no, Ani!” suddenly became a breathless,  “Ohhhhhhhh…”

The shudder that went through her when he traded his roving fingertips for lips sprung from pleasure of a completely different variety.  That betrayingly familiar tremor more than anything stopped Anakin instantly in his torturous track.

Pulling back, his own eyes wide with pleasant surprise, he grinned devilishly at her.  “Really?”

“I… I… I didn’t…” Padmé stammered, coherent thought suddenly difficult with the cerulean hope staring down at her.  Licking her lips, she tried again, “I didn’t know about that.” 

“Should we find out more then?” Anakin whispered huskily, nuzzling his way back and placing an open mouth kiss to her elbow’s soft crook.  Tantalized by his touch, her tender flesh erupted in chilled goosebumps even as her insides dissolved with molten heat.   

“Please,” Padmé practically begged.

[edgeofn1ght]

a couple of lovesick padawans

My lovely friend, Rosie (@pathetic-lifeform) sent me the following prompt:

A lazy morning + "It doesn't work that way." (Bonus points for one of them (or both) wearing the other's clothing) And extra bonus points for white hairs mention 🤭

And it also happened to fill a square on my @obikin-events​ bingo card!

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established relationship • obikin • 1.2k words • read on ao3 instead

Vaguely aware that he wasn't in his own bed, in his own room, in his own apartment, Anakin awoke searching for the warmth he'd gone to sleep with. He reached out with his flesh hand, finding only cold, empty sheets. And cold meant Anakin had been alone for a while. Anakin pouted at no one in particular. Why couldn't Obi-Wan ever just have a lazy morning with him? Couldn't the galaxy wait one single day? The war was over. They'd won and saved the Republic, as well as each other along the way.

Didn't they deserve one morning?

Anakin's stomach growled.

Coruscant's sun was well up, meaning it was probably fairly late. No wonder Obi-Wan was gone. He'd probably got hungry himself and couldn't wait any longer. Or else, someone needed him for Council business. Or perhaps he was called on to substitute teach for some youngling class.

Obi-Wan could never resist the call. He was the consummate Jedi.

Anakin still wasn't. But he was trying to be with Obi-Wan’s help. Always his teacher even though Anakin had not been his padawan for some time now.

He closed his eyes and reached out with the Force in an attempt to locate Obi-Wan. There, somewhere far off, almost too far off, was Obi-Wan – a single, golden thread of calm in the raging sea that was the Force to Anakin.

And yet… He still felt very close. He was probably not off-world. Perhaps at least even still in the Temple.

Well, Anakin could work with that.

He stretched and turned over, eyes widening when he found just the man he'd been searching for.

Obi-Wan was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bedroom floor, eyes closed, hands resting on his knees, face calm – the perfect picture of serenity.

The morning sun's rays came in through the slats in the blinds illuminating his former master, casting him in a yellow-gold light. Anakin's breath caught in his throat.

He was, of course, older now – they all were –  but still just as beautiful. Perhaps even more so. The morning light made his hair look redder than usual, as well as drawing more attention to the white hair at his temples which had become more pronounced near the end of the war. The laugh lines and eye crinkles that Anakin loved to kiss were longer and deeper now, but they spoke of a life well-lived.

But more than those things, perhaps in his haste to throw on some clothes in the dark, Obi-Wan had inadvertently grabbed Anakin’s tunic instead. It was only just slightly larger than Obi-Wan’s own, but Anakin was broader across the shoulders, so the left side had slipped to open the neckline into a slightly wider V, showing a bit of collarbone and greying chest hair. There was also a light red mark right above his heart that Anakin remembered putting there two nights before.

There was just something about Obi-Wan in darker colors that made Anakin's stomach flip. Especially his own darker colors.

That old familiar insatiable heat pooled low in his gut. It took everything ounce of restraint Anakin owned to not jump Obi-Wan then and there.

So instead he tucked his hands under his head on the pillow and continued to watch, hoping Obi-Wan would be done soon.

His old master must have been quite deep into his meditation for Anakin not to sense him so close by. It was something Obi-Wan had only been able to achieve since the war's end when the darkness surrounding them all had dissipated. And he'd been trying to teach Anakin, with no success. So far, anyway.

Twenty more minutes went by and Anakin's patience was really wearing thin. His stomach continued to rumble, but he didn't want to get up and eat on the off chance that Obi-Wan would maybe actually get back in bed with him. He wanted that more than anything.

Finally, finally Obi-Wan’s eyes opened.

He blinked slowly, blue eyes shining as they landed on Anakin. The corner of his mouth turned up in a delicious little smirk.

"Good morning, Anakin," he said, his voice low and rough from disuse that morning. "I didn't think you'd ever wake up."

Anakin scowled and pushed himself up on his elbow, "I've been lying here for almost half an hour waiting on you, thank you very much!"

Obi-Wan chuckled as he shifted to his knees, remaining in a kneeling position. Anakin wanted to be annoyed but when Obi-Wan pulled his hands above his head and stretched his arms slowly from side to side, his tunic rode up revealing more of his muscular thighs. Anakin couldn't even think of why he would be mad in the first place. His mouth was suddenly dry.

"Are you just going to stare all morning? Or are you going to get up and get us some breakfast?"

"How about the third option where you get back in bed and we make out like a couple of lovesick padawans?"

Obi-Wan laughed brightly, mouth open showing all his teeth. He stood and twisted from side to side, continuing his morning stretches.

"You know there are even more stretches you can do over here… with me," Anakin tried again, waggling his eyebrows.

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, "You know it doesn't work that way."

"Who says? This is your apartment, you make your own rules. And anyway, do you have somewhere better to be?"

Surprisingly, Obi-Wan walked back over towards the bed. But even more surprisingly, he lifted Anakin’s tunic up and over his head and dropped it to the floor, revealing the slightly softer but still lithe form beneath. Turned out he had been wearing only the tunic. Anakin was also now completely speechless.

Obi-Wan stood beside the bed, placed his hands on his hips and looked down at Anakin. "Well, move over then."

Anakin's eyebrows shot into his hairline – he could hardly believe it actually worked. He scrambled towards his side of the bed as he pulled back the covers quickly, making way for Obi-Wan to jump back into bed. As soon as he did, he wasted no time reaching out to grab Anakin and pull him close into a tight embrace. Anakin couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this what you wanted?" Obi-Wan growled into his ear as he began to tickle Anakin’s sides. Anakin laughed and kicked his feet as he tried to extricate himself from Obi-Wan’s very firm grasp. The man had always been very deceptively strong.

"Obi-Wan! Stop! This is not what I meant!" Anakin whined as he laughed. Obi-Wan was also relentless when he learned how ticklish Anakin was.

It went on like this for a few more minutes until Obi-Wan finally stopped, pinning Anakin to the mattress.

"Yield, Anakin," Obi-Wan panted as he smiled down at the younger man.

"Never!" Anakin replied as he used his last bit of strength to surge up and kiss Obi-Wan. He then used the element of surprise to flip them over and straddle his hips, holding Obi-Wan’s hands down at his sides. "Do you yield, old man?"

Obi-Wan sighed, "Only ever to you."

Anakin smiled brightly as he leaned down to give him a soft kiss this time. Then his stomach growled again. Obi-Wan chuckled under his breath, breaking their kiss.

"How about breakfast then making out like a couple of lovesick padawans?"

Anakin huffed a laugh, "A brilliant compromise from a famed negotiator."

[anakinstwinklebunny]

SICKNESS

No warnings, pure fluff..this is awfully long

Your boyfriend was your complete opposite. In many ways.

despite being polar opposites, the two of you got along surprisingly well. However while you were more of a morning bird, anakin preferred spending hours in bed after waking up. You preferred salty and sweety food, while anakin was obsessed with spicy food. You preferred winter, while he liked summer. And when it came to being sick, you didn't really act overly dramatic about it, unlike anakin

"Gosh, I'm gonna die.." Anakin groaned as he shivered under the covers, desperately attempting to pull them higher and burrow deeper into them

you couldn't help but let out a light chuckle at his overdramatic display "ani, you're not gonna die"

"I am.." he rasped through a hoarse throat, his voice weak and strained "My throat hurts like hell..my head feels like it's about to explode and-" he was suddenly cut off by another coughing fit "...god..see? I'm about to die"

you chuckled once more at his dramatic declarations. the soft clatter of pills inside a plastic bottles echoed in your ears as you searched for the right medication to soothe his pain

"You're just sick.." you gently reassured him "you won't die, I promise"

"How can you be so sure?" anakin rolled onto his side, nuzzling his face into the pillow "..I'm seriously dying..my throat feels like a sandpaper!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." you giggled, approaching him with a glass of water and two pills "but i need you to sit up, baby"

"Do I really have to..?" he whined

when you gave him a firm stare, he begrudgingly pushed himself up to lean against the bed frame. He eyed the pills in your hand skeptically "what are those for?" he asked

"they're supposted to help beat the fever"

anakin had a habit of becoming extra dramatic when he was sick. He would act like he was on death's door over a simple cold, which was both amusing and slighty annoying at the same time

with a sigh, he reached for the pills and swallowed them with the sip of water. Afterwards, he slumped back down into the bed. You could see his body trembling under the thin layer of blanket and the idea came to your mind "I feel like hell.."

"I know," you sighed, heading to his wardrobe to grab another blanket. "Are you still cold?" you asked, raising your voice so he could hear you.

"Freezing," he mumbled, pulling the covers up to his neck. There was a brief pause before he spoke again. "Can you come here?..I need cuddles.."

"Of course, Ani" you said, leaving the wardrobe and approaching the bed. You spread the blanket over the covers to give him extra warmth that he craved so much

He looked like an overgrown child, buried beneath a heap of blankets. Only a few disheveled locks of dark blond hair and weary blue eyes could be seen peeking out from underneath. He grasped your arm gently and tugged you down onto the bed. "There," he murmured, “Now hug me.”

You chuckled affectionately at his neediness, crawling under the covers to snuggle up beside him. Anakin promptly enveloped his sore arms around your waist, resting his head upon your chest with a soft groan. Becoming his personal pillow, especially at these times, could be seen as your never ending job that you even enjoyed. But if anyone would pay you for doing it, you'd find yourself swimming in a pool full of cash, which wasn't the worse

"You're so warm," he mumbled, pulling the blankets tighter around both of you. "Why aren't I as warm as you are?"

"you're trembling.." your fingers brushed through his messy curls, taking note of his shivering body. Somehow you felt a pang of remorse for laughing at him earlier even if his behavior was specific to say the least

"Of course I'm trembling," he clinged to you as if you were a lifeline. "I've got a fever, I'm cold and sore and sick and tired and miserable..." he continued, listing off his symptoms with a pathetic whine. "..so I'll cling onto you until this stupid sickness is gone."

Unable to contain your amusement, a small smile tugged at your lips. Despite his childlike behavior, you couldn't help but find him utterly adorable. The way he searched for physical contact and clung to you for comfort and support made your heart flutter.

"God, I hate being sick," he grumbled, burying his face into your chest. "Being around you is the only thing I enjoy right now."

You soothed him with a soft voice, twirling a curl around your finger "It's okay, baby. The meds will kick in soon enough."

"Everything is just so annoying right now," he complained, his words muffled against your chest. "My head hurts, every part of my body feels sore and throbbing...and I don't know what'll kill me... a headache or the misery itself."

You planted a gentle kiss on his warm forehead, trying to soothe his 'concerns'. "It's just a fever, Ani. you'll be okay."

He grumbled in response, knowing you were right but still feeling entitled to exaggerate his discomfort. "But everything hurts," he whined.

You rolled your eyes playfully, already having grown accustomed to his dramatic antics. "I know, you've already said that," you teased.

"Don't stop rubbing my hair," he mumbled drowsily out of nowhere, relishing the soothing feeling it was providing to his tired head. "Feels so good..."

As the meds slowly began to take effect, you hoped they would soon lull him into a peaceful slumber. But before that happened, he piped up with an unexpected request.

"You gonna make me meatballs?"

You chuckled softly at his random craving. "You're craving meatballs?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He nodded weakly, his eyes practically lighting up at the thought of your homemade dish "Yeah..I always feel better after you make them. Make 'em extra spicy too.." he pleaded, his voice filled with hope.

"Ani, you know you shouldn't be eating spicy food right now. Not with a fever and a sore throat," you gently reminded him.

He pulled back from your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes and an exaggerated frown. "Are you really going to deny me my favorite spicy meatballs?"

Despite knowing better, he wasn't above asking for special treatment, relying on his boyfriend privileges to get what he wanted, even if it wasn't good for his health.

You gently brushed a stray curl out of his eye and replied firmly, "You'll have to wait until you're healthy again."

Anakin let out a melodramatic groan and draped his arm over his eyes, flopping back onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. "But I want them," he mumbled pathetically

"It's for your own good.."

He let out another melodramatic sigh, realizing that you weren't budging. But, true to form, that didn't stop him from trying to persuade you.

"You're so cruel to me," he pouted, feigning a wounded expression. "Starving me and denying me my favorite food while I'm ill and dying..." His tone was playful, clearly enjoying the banter.

"You're so dramatic," you teased. "Is there anything else you'd like to eat?"

He paused for a moment, pretending to think carefully about his food request. "Well, nothing much. Maybe just some soup and tea," he said casually, before sneaking in a hopeful whisper. "And spicy meatballs.."

You dissolved into laughter at his persistent attempt to break the no-spicy-food rule. "Ani, no spicy food," you reiterated

He let out a frustrated groan, burying his face into the pillow and sulking like a child denied his favorite toy. It was adorable how his demeanor completely changed when he was unwell, transforming him into a grumpy, bratty boy.

He muttered sulkily, "You're mean...what if I said please?"

"We just talked about it,"

Another groan of disappointment escaped him as he, again, flung an arm over his weary eyes, acting like a frustrated baby who was just about fed up with everything. Despite his best efforts, his worn-out muscles and tired mind kept him from pulling off his usual whining and pouting. After a moment of silence, he slowly removed his arm again and looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

"Please...? Please, just a few meatballs. I'm craving them so much.." he pleaded, sounding like a sad puppy with his tired and raspy voice.

You sighed, knowing that there was no easy way to make him see reason. The basic, logical facts didn't seem to register in his sick-addled brain. "I'll see what I can do," you responded, resigned.

His demeanor instantly brightened, a small, victorious smile illuminating his face. He looked like a kid who had just won the jackpot, thoroughly pleased with himself. Suddenly, he remembered something else, and his expression brightened even more.

"..And I want cuddles.."

"you're so demanding, you know that?" it made you frown jokingly, letting him nuzzle closer once more

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[kometqh]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

501st x F!Jedi!Reader General Skywalker clearly wasn't a reliable source of intell, having pointed you and Rex's squad into the icy tumbra of a long deserted planet, however, it was due to his calculated mistake that the Clones were able to reveal your deeply hidden desires. Being stuck in a cave with numerous handsome, attractive men was not on your to-do list, yet you weren't complaining. Word Count: 3028

Warnings: Unedited, random brain rainbow vomit I had whilst practicing writing techniques <3 It's somewhat (quite) spicy towards the end. There is a lot of fluff throughout most of it! A/N: This is mostly just Tup, Rex and Fives x reader as this was a very spontaneous fic T_T pls forgive me.

"General Skywalker said this would be an easy mission," Fives hissed under his breath, the deep, reverbrating sound of his voice lost underneath the wolfish howling of the wind, clusters of snow beating at his helmet. This was supposed to be a quick and easy diplomatic trip, but where did he and the 501st Legion find themselves? Somewhere on a deserted, icy, snowy planet. "My toes are about to fall off!"

"Yeah, he promised us there'd be clear blue skies and hot weather. A beach even!" Echo added on, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Rather than being on a hot, sandy beach, the brothers had found themselves treading through waist-deep snow, their fingers and toes turning into icicles, their blasters heavy in their grasps. 

"I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic trip, Captain," Fives continued, his voice becoming white noise as Rex all but ignored his brother, gracing him with an occasional hum or grunt, to let him know he was listening. But he wasn't hearing. Rex was also unhappy with the circumstances, but it was his job to do this kind of thing. It's not like the clones could refuse not going on a mission, not going head-first into a battle, so he definitely would have appreciated General Skywalker's honesty, over trickery. 

The weather was only getting worse, the wind and snow beating at the men cruelly, the blue paint on their armour completely disappeared under the clusters of snow that had latched themselves onto the clones. 

He paused in his tracks, scanning the area through his optical goggles. He spotted something. Something dark, something round. His men stopped behind him, eerily silent as they anticipated their Captain's next words. 

Rex, turning to face his brothers, couldn't help the way his shoulders visibly relaxed as he relayed the news, "I see a cave entrance just a couple yards ahead, boys! We will seek shelter there!" He exclaimed, waving his arm, signalling for them to keep going, to keep following him. 

In the very back, just behind Tup and Jesse, a lone, female Jedi guarded their backs, one hand hovering protectively over her weapon, the other shielded away in the pocket of her coat. A backpack hung onto her shoulders, the leather material soaked and cold, receiving most of the onslaught of the weather. 

Her mind was wandering, body craving to feel the heat of a hot sun glazing against her bare skin, just as Anakin had hinted to. But instead, she was stuck walking through a blizzard, her body cold and tired.

She had also been excited to spend some quality time with the boys from the 501st, whom she had been recently often paired with for missions. The sight of them all relaxing and enjoying their time on the beach, with their tops exposed, tan skin glistening under the sunlight.. Yeah, that would have been a sight worth seeing.

A sudden, much harsher gust of wind jolted her from her thoughts, clumps of snow quickly settling against the icy skin on her face. 

Her robes, too, were soaked, struggling to maintain the warmth in her body as she did her best to follow the path created by the clones, snow crunching under her winter boots. 

She too wasn't made aware of the true conditions of the mission. She couldn't tap into the force either, to predict or to feel some kind of warning of the mission ahead. What was Skywalker thinking? He was lucky none of her men had fallen! The moment she'd get back, the moment her eyes would land on him, he would be wise to run for the hills. She could imagine the fear in his eyes as she comically choked him out, swaying the male back and forth in a fit of anger.

Relief flooded the squad as one by one, they made their way into the cave, it being cleared by their Captain and medic, Rex and Kix. 

Quickly setting camp, the clones hovered around their makeshift fire, some huddled close together, others snuggling under individual, soaked blankets. The snow had penetrated all of their supplies; food, water, tents and blankets. All they could do was hope that the fire would last long enough for the storm to pass, for their blankets to dry out and warm up. 

"What the hell was the General thinking?" Fives muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed his bare hands together until they were warm enough, and then he shifted closer to the fire. 

His feet stung, the feeling just barely coming back to him after that gruelling tread. He was sure if his feet didn't fall off yet, then something else soon would. 

You exhaled a heavy sigh, a blanket resting over your shoulders as you extended your palms out towards the fire. Rex had been kind enough to lend you his blanket, noticing that your robes and skirt were practically drenched from the weather. Sure, you weren't dressed for the beach, but you also weren't dressed well enough for a blizzard. 

You were lucky to have been warned, or rather told, by Master Kenobi of the true conditions of your mission. If you hadn't been, your troops wouldn't have had enough time to prepare for the weather. 

Looking over your squad, you made eye contact with Tup. A worried frown ghosted over his rough features, the creases that you hated so much appearing on his forehead. 

Slowly, you made your way over to the trooper, one hand outstretched.

"Tup? Are you okay?" You asked, resting your hand over his shoulder. As if startled, the man looked to you, his brows quirked in surprise. 

"G-General? Why do you ask?" He questioned, gaze flickering down to your hand, before coming back up to stare into your eyes. A soft, pink hue dusted over his cheeks, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sure, he was sweet and kind, he was the shyest of your men. He was almost like a puppy, his chocolatey brown eyes so deep, so sweet, you had lost yourself in them again. 

He was the only man who gazed into your eyes long enough for you to drown, a soft smile erupting on your face as you fought your best to not reach up and caress his cheek in your palm. 

"General? Are you listening?" He asked, his gloved hands reaching up to shake at your shoulders, gently. 

Your lashes fluttered over your eyes, taking in a deep exhale, you shrugged. Were you really okay? 

Taking a moment to respond, your gaze flickered up, noticing how wet his hair was. 

"Tup, d'you want me to dry your hair?" The words tumbled from your mouth before your brain could finish processing their meaning. Tup's eyes widened into saucers as he stood there, frozen. You had never been so caring to your men, at least, not like this. 

Remember that pink hue that dusted his cheeks just a moment ago? Yeah, now that's turned into a beetroot blush, the colour painting his ears, his face and neck in a deep shade of reddish-purple. Would it be okay for you to display such blatant acts of affection? Wouldn't that be against the rules and regulations of the Jedi council? Against the regulations of the GAR? If so, would his brothers snitch?

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You started, your mouth quickly dropping into the shape of an 'o' as Tup interrupted you.

"General, I would love for you to dry my hair." He said with a soft smile, scratching at the back of his nape.

Realising it was too late now to back out, you gave a small nod of your head before taking his gloved hand in yours, the leathery material scraping nicely against your soft skin, as you led him closer to the campfire. 

Motioning for Tup to sit down, you stood directly behind, and, above him, reaching to remove your dry blanket from your shoulders. You didn't have a towel, so a blanket should be a good enough substitute. Your hands reached to remove his hairtie, sliding it over your hand to rest on your wrist, your fingers quickly making their way to masssage Tup's scalp. 

As he leaned his head back into your soft hold, Tup couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Your fingernails grazed softly against his skin, tugging gently at his soft curls, sending eletric shivers down the male's spine. 

But it was when your hands slid from his scalp, over to his nape and shoulders, applying soft but firm pressure against his tired muscles that the involuntary groan escaped his lips, rumbling deep from within his chest. 

Your body stiffened, stopping your ministrations as a familiar spark shot through your heart, right down to your abdomen. 

Your eyes, wide and unblinking, stared into Tup's as the colour red flushed his cheeks once more. His eyes searched yours, a worried glint dancing across as he waited for your reaction. His lips stuttered as he was about to apologise, provide an excuse, tell you it was okay if you didn't want to continue. 

But the words fell short on his tongue as the corners of your lips tugged upwards, your hands applying the slightest bit more pressure to his sore muscles. 

A grunt was stiffled in his throat, his eye fighting hard to stay open, looking anywhere but at your face. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, give you the wrong idea-

None of his brothers did. 

Though a lump formed in his throat as Tup looked around the cave, noticing the numerous lingering gazes of his brothers as they sat there, watching your movements. He could almost feel the jealousy vibrating off of Rex in waves, his gaze hardened as the corners of his lips fought to stay straight. 

A smirk tugged at Tup's lips, as he noticed Jesse squint his eyes at him. Deciding to add fuel to the fire, Tup groaned again when your hands pressed against a particularly tense muscle in his shoulder. 

"Woah, General, where did you learn this?" He asked, a familiar warmth blooming in his abdomen as your nimble fingers danced across his shoulders, tugging at the black suit he wore, exposed now as his armour rested beside a sleeping bag nearby. 

"Oh, you know, just learned bits here and there when I was stationed with Commander Wolffe," You chuckled, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, "That man was full of knots in his shoulders." You added, feeling Tup's shoulders relax more and more, until you had mentioned Wolffe. That's when his posture straightened, from a relaxed lean, to a pin-straight sitting up position. 

He tilted his head back to look at you, a curious yet worried glint in his golden eyes.

"Were you and Commander Wolffe close, by any chance?" He questioned, his breathing paused. 

If you were Wolffe's girl, then he knew the 501st couldn't, wouldn't pursue you. 

Or, if you weren't, then they knew at least they could ask the Commander of his previous.. Experiences, with you. 

Slowly, you caught onto Tup's drift, and your gaze travelled around the room. Some of the men were fully facing the two of you, legs spread, eyes laser-focused as they listened to your conversation, the cave suddenly, and eerily silent.

A shiver travelled down your spine, and a gentle smirk tugged at your lips.

"Oh, just you know, the occasional date here and there.." You said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. Your smirk threatened to grow as you heard someone scoff, and you looked up to see Rex rolling his shoulders, a scowl on his face.

"Date? Isn't that, like, forbidden?" Fives questioned across from you, leaning over curiously, his eyebrows raised, resembling the blue markings on his helmet. 

A giggle escaped your lips as your hands returned to Tup's hair, suddenly remembering why you were giving him a random shoulder massage. You reached over to grab the blanket Rex had given you, placing soft curls between the two valleys of softness created by your hands, which were hidden underneath the soft cushion.

Your hands brushed through Tup's soft hair, gently dragging the strands through the dry, fuzzy material of your blanket. 

"I don't mean a romantic date, Fives, though I wouldn't be opposed to one." You mused, softly tugging at the locks. "I don't particulaly agree with the 'No Attachments' rule. But that doesn't make me less of a Jedi, or does it, do you think?" You questioned, your gaze softening, a small scowl now tugging at your lips. 

"Of course not, General," This time, it was Rex who spoke up, albeit too fast for his liking, "You're one of the most dedicated Jedi I've had the pleasure of working with," He stated, soft footsteps making their way closer and closer to you, "Plus, it is human to wish to form attachments." He whispered that last part, now standing directly above you as you twisted Tup's hair into the towel.

Your heart fluttered at the proximity, warmth enveloping your pinkening cheeks.

"Is it now, Rex?" You asked, looking up at him. Your heart palpitated at the close proximity, your hands gliding down to caress Tup's shoulders. Your gaze stayed unwavering, unbreaking as you looked into Rex's deep, honey-gold eyes. The Captain suddenly shifted, breaking eye contact as he stepped back a little. 

"I-I believe any of us s-should be able to form attachments," He paused, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, and back to your eyes, "Romantic ones, especially." A chorus of 'Yeah's' and humms of agreement followed, catching your attention as you looked around.

The atmosphere in the cave seemed to have completely shifted, the sound of howling wind drowned out underneath the loud beat of your heart. You swallowed a forming lump, looking between Rex and his brothers, Tup now stood by your side, sandwiching your body between his and Rex's. 

Gloved hands came up to softly caress your shoulders, fingertips lightly tugging at the edge of your collar, grazing the skin underneath. 

"What do you think, Commander?" He whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"Of?" You prompted, turning your head lightly to look at Tup. 

"Of close relations between Jedi and their Clones?"

Your eyes widened, feeling a familiar heat rush over your body, and you took inhaled a slow, deep, shaky breath. As you looked between Tup and Rex, the latter had made his way closer to your body, his hands making their way to your hips.

The sound of soft footsteps reached your ears, and you saw Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma and Hardcase making their way closer to the three of you, looking completely entranced by the conversation. You hadn't casted any spells on them, have you?

Your breath hitched in your throat, shivers overtaking your body as someone nuzzled their nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a shaky sigh. As they spoke, your heart fluttered with recognition. 

"General, answer the question." Fives whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, one gloved hand gently grasping your chin, twisting it to face him. His gaze flickered to your lips,  just mere inches from his own. He could almost feel the taste of you on his tongue. Oh how he wished to kiss you, right then and there. He was so sure you'd let him, too.

Sure, maybe you did fantasise about the men from time to time, when your thoughts weren't preoccupied by ongoing battles and Jedi duties. How you wished to be allowed to form a connection deeper than General and Trooper, but did they?

"I- I.. I don't k-know?" You questioned, a soft whimper escaping your opened mouth, before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours, his hands latching themselves into your hair, pulling you closer, if physically possible.

The kiss was, to simply put it, sweet. His goatee rubbed nicely against your chin, his lips melting together with yours, as if they were always meant to. His tongue prodded at your bottom lip, asking for permission. Slipping in, it danced with yours, hot breaths mingling together as you felt something press up against your front.

Rex.

You had almost forgotten you were trapped between Rex and Tup, too engulfed with the sudden kiss Fives had engaged you in.

The smell of pine and smoke invaded your nostrils, their scents overwhelming, flooding your senses as Fives became rougher, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair. With one hand, you grasped the side of his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his rough skin, your breath hitched as a groan escaped his lips.

"Okay, that's enough I think." Kix spoke, the kiss abruptly interrupted as he pulled Fives away by the scruff of his neck. 

"General? Are you okay?" Rex's voice was soft as he neared you, his breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear. 

Inhaling a shallow breath, you grasped his biceps with both hands.

"Call me Y/n.." You whispered, hazily meeting Rex's stare, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

"R-Right.. Y/n, d'you want us to continue?" He questioned, bringing a hand to gently clutch your chin. 

Your eyes widened as you took in the situation around you; eight men surrounded you, watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce, the moment they received your permission. 

And receive it, they did.

With a brisk nod, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as Rex closed the gap between the two of you, his lips rough but warm as his body pushed roughly against yours, your back meeting Tup's chest in a close embrace. 

Your hands rested against Rex's chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt underneath your thumbs. His chest was warm and firm under your touch, the feeling of his heart racing beneath your hand had your own chest swelling with joy. A sigh left your lips as you felt a pair of lips press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of your neck, a new pair of hands rubbing up and down your hips, encouraging you.

You weren't dreaming, were you? You weren't about to wake up, were you?

Your questions were answered as you felt Rex bite your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair.

No, this definitely wasn't a dream.

And if it was, it wasn't one you wished to wake from.

[mxltifxnd0m]

𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗔 𝗩𝗦 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦

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Summary: You and Stiles can’t choose a couples costume

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x fem! Reader, Scott McCall x platonic fem! Reader 

Words: 1.6K

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Warnings: no use of y/n, fluff, language, suggestive, spicy, implied smut, BUT NO SMUT, kinda a college au!

A/N: This was intended to be released in October, but I could not figure out how to finish it for my life. But hey, better late than never, am I right? Anyway I had no clue that Han and Leia’s ship name was Scoundress, but the more you know. Also, it is my first time writing for Stiles!

not beta read but YOLO

𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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"I don't know why you insist we should be Anakin and Padme! We would fit Leia and Han more for Halloween." Stiles whispered harshly, not looking up from the notebook that he was scribbling in.

You roll your eyes at him, "What are you talking about? I said we could do either, but I'd prefer if we were Anakin and Padme." You whisper to him. His head snaps up to protest, but a chair scrapes along the carpeted floor and interrupts Stiles. 

"There you guys are! I was wondering where you were." Scott says a little too loud, and the people at the other tables surrounding you and Stiles give Scott a dirty look.

"Scott, I know you don't visit the library often, but we typically use our inside voices." You whisper as he sits down next to Stiles. Scott shoots you a glare. 

"Anyways, I disagree. We should be Leia and Han, and that's final." You can see that Stiles is done with the conversation.

You squint suspiciously at your boyfriend, "You just want to see me in Leia's slave outfit from ROTJ, don't you?" You can see a red flush creep up Stiles's face and the tips of his ear as he stammers, trying to defend himself before giving up and returning to his notes. You chuckled under your breath to avoid disturbing the other students. 

Scott looks between the two of you, confused, "What are you guys even talking about?" 

"We are trying to figure out what costume we will wear to the party your frat is hosting." You explain, your voice low, "But we are split between two costumes. I want us to be Anakin and Padme, but Stiles-" He snaps up at the call of his name, focusing on the conversation, "-wants us to be Leia and Han." You glare at Stiles. 

"I thought Luke and Leia were together?" Scott says cluelessly. Both you and Stiles groan loudly at Scott's words. A girl from a nearby table glares at you and shushes you. You apologize quietly and turn your gaze to Scott. 

"We've gone over this before Scott. Luke and Leia are siblings, and Han and Leia are together. Do you just forget the movies as soon as we watch them?" Stiles asked exasperatedly. 

"No, I tend to fall asleep halfway through the marathons," Scott says guiltily as he scratches the back of his neck. Stiles closes his eyes and uses his hand to rub his face frustratedly. Stiles murmured something under his breath, and Scott's face screwed up into an offended expression.  

"I heard that." 

"Yeah, no shit, you did. I'm the one who said it for your little werewolf ears to hear." Stiles scoffed quietly at Scott. 

Scott goes to retort, but you snap your fingers twice to get their attention. "As much as I would love to see the two of you bicker, we all know how loud you guys get when you do, and I don't fancy getting kicked out of the library." You smile sardonically at them. They roll their eyes at you but yelp in pain as you lean over the table and tug their ears. 

"Could you guys be quiet? Some people are studying." The girl from earlier whispered firmly to you guys. 

You wince at her tone, "Sorry, we're leaving now." You whispered. You glared at Scott and Stiles and started to pack up your things to leave the library. Stiles scrambled to pack his things, and the two boys followed you outside the library. 

Stiles wraps an arm around your shoulder as you walk through the quad. You thread your fingers through his hand, and he squeezes your hand three times. The annoyed expression melted off your face, and a smile replaced it. You take a quick glance at your phone, checking the time. 

Your eyes widen, "Shit! I have to go! My class starts in 10 minutes." You untangle yourself, "Our discussion isn't over." You tell Stiles before separating yourself from him, pecking his cheek, and waving goodbye at the both of them as you speed walk to your class. 

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The sound of a keyboard clacking echoes through your silent bedroom. You're hunched over your laptop on your bed as you work on one of your papers for your English class. Lofi beats play quietly in your headphones as you read through your paper for the final time before returning to it tomorrow to edit it. A knock at your bedroom door catches your attention. 

"Yeah, what's up?" You say to your roommate as she peaks her head into your room. 

"You have a visitor." She says with a knowing smirk on her face. 

You roll your eyes at her, smiling, "Tell him he's actually banned from the apartment, then let him in." You instruct as you remove your headphones and stretch your back from your hunched position.  

She nods and closes your door before leaving. You can hear the voice of your roommate and Stiles's voice talking lowly in the apartment's entryway. You hear a scoff from Stiles and footsteps quickly entering the apartment and heading toward your room. He burst through your door, pointing at you. 

"You are so mean, you know that?" Stiles says with a slight pout on his face. He removed his backpack and toed off his shoes to leave near your door. He stands in the doorframe for a moment before you see a mischievous glint passes through his eye, and you catch it. 

"Stiles." You say his name warningly. 

He sends you an innocent smile before quickly running towards you and jumping onto your bed. You yelp loudly, closing your laptop and moving it out of the way of Stiles's landing. He lands on top of you, effectively pinning you to the bed. You can feel Stiles's chest move from his giggling fit as you try to squirm from underneath him. You give up after trying to push him off of you and thread your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp. He relaxes on top of you, settling his total weight on you. After a few minutes, he eventually rolls off you and sits on your bed.

"Any reason as to why you're at my apartment?" You ask him as you sit up and shift until your back rests against your headboard. You go to grab your laptop, but it's quickly moved from out of your reach, and you turn to glare at your boyfriend. 

"Oh, don't give me that look, you know what that does to me babe." Stiles sarcastically as he moves your laptop to your desk. 

"Besides, I'm here to present my argument as to why we should be Han and Leia for Halloween and not Anakin and Padme." Stiles moves closer to you and boops your nose after he finishes his sentence. You scrunch your nose at his actions and shake your head at him.  

"Nope, not going to hear it." 

He groans loudly, "I knew I shouldn't have asked you out, you prefer the prequels over the originals." He flops down on your bed, his head landing on your lap as his legs dangle over the side of the bed. 

"Is that your way of saying that we should break up?" You raise an eyebrow at him. 

He shot up from your lap, "NO! Absolutely not. You're like the woman of my dreams. I'd be an idiot if I broke up with you. Especially with the amount of shit we went through together in high school. I actually had dreams about marrying you, so-" His hands wave wildly as he begins to ramble. You roll your eyes at him and grab his chin to kiss his mouth to shut him up. He immediately shuts up and melts into the kiss. You peck his lips before pulling away. 

"You're such a dork." You smile at Stiles. 

"You're dating this dork." 

"Yeah, maybe Lydia was right. I am out of your league." You joke, and a noise of offense comes from Stiles. You chuckle at his pouty expression and peck his lips.

"I'm kidding babe." You say as you pull away. You move around the bed to straddle him, your thighs on either of his hips, his hands coming to rest on your waist, and you rest your arms on his shoulders. 

"How about we make a compromise? We go as Anakin and Padme this year, and then we can go as Han and Leia next Halloween." Stiles opens his mouth to respond, but you quickly put a finger in front of his lips. 

"I wasn't done, and to sweeten the deal, I'll wear Leia's slave outfit underneath both costumes." You lean closer to Stiles, "How does that sound." You whisper seductively in his ear and plant a kiss underneath it before pulling back to see his whiskey-colored eyes darkening slightly with desire. His hands tighten around your waist before flipping the two of you around, you landing on your back. At the same time, Stiles settles in between your open legs and hovering above you. 

"It doesn't sound fair, but if you wear the outfit often then I'll let it slide." He says lowly, lowering his face closer to yours. 

"Deal." You say breathily, your lips brushing his as you speak. 

"Deal." He says before smashing his lips against yours passionately. Your hands begin to wander and tug at each other's clothes. The room slowly grows hot and fills with low groans and whines coming from both of you. After you finished, you guys showered, went out to get the costumes, and tried them on when you returned to the apartment. 

Let's just say the slave outfit came off as soon as you put it on. 

[enviedear]

anakin being touch starved baby boy that he is. just listen to me. he comes back from whatever activities of the day he had and just wants to snuggle with the reader and never let them go but he finds the reader still finishing her (theirs if u prefer gn) work stuff so he gets very pouty and touchy and starts snuggling to her like a little stray cat/ following her everywhere she goes just to stay close to her. (u can make it spicy at the end if u want to but it is not necessary) ❤️‍🩹🤌🏼 i am hungry for some fluff as i am drowning in my own work + hormones are killing me

love u xo

no this is so real and this fueled me into a spiral abt anakin being with a student girlie— like yeah he totally would go for a hottie with brains from the ISE. like yeah he no doubt can pull someone capable of making a starship out of nothing.

wc— 1.5k | tw— nsfw minors dni i will block you, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, anakin finishing inside of you, mentions of food and eating

you're trying your hardest to study for your upcoming exam, cups upon cups of finished caff's litter your desk. you're only halfway finished with your newest battleship render when anakin comes home.

his eyes are tired but when they meet yours he smiles, "hi baby, i missed you." he's quick to walk over to where you're seated, strong arms coming to wrap around your shoulders.

you lean back, inhaling his smell, "i missed you too, ani," you give him a pout, "but i really need to finish this before tomorrow."

he looks down at your holopad, "i could make dinner, do you think you'll be done by then?"

you smile, "i'll try my hardest."

he lingers for a moment, letting his head drop down to your neck. he leaves a trail of soft kisses in his wake, stopping at the side of your face before placing one finger under your chin and drawing you in.

his kiss is hungry, wanting— and you so badly want to indulge him, but before he can take it any further you break away.

"i'm serious, anakin. if i don't get this done i'm going to feel the wrath of every single one of my professors." your voice is stern, but the way he looks at you illicts a small smile.

he groans, pulling away, "okay, okay. but please try to be done in time for dinner. i've missed you so bad all day."

you nod and watch as he heads into the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clattering filling the air. letting out a sigh, you go back to your work, but you can't help the thoughts that linger in your mind.

as you try to focus on your work, thoughts of him keep creeping into your mind. the way his lips feel on yours and the way he holds you close, making you feel safe and loved.

you shake your head, trying to clear your mind, but the more you try to push it away, the stronger the desire becomes. your project floats into the background of your mind as you work on it, fueled now by thoughts of your beautiful boyfriend.

glancing at the clock, you realize that an hour has already passed. you rub your eyes and stretch your arms before looking over your nearly finished work. as if on cue, anakin walks in with two plates of food.

"hey," he says, placing the plate in front of you. "i made your favorite."

you look up at him and smile. "thank you, ani. it smells amazing."

he leans down to give you a quick kiss on top of your head before grabbing his own plate and sitting across from you.

as you eat, small talk fills the air. you rant about your looming deadlines, while anakin shares stories about recent council meetings at the temple.

however, he's mostly relegated to mentioning how much he's missed you, "i thought about stopping by for lunch, but then master yoda asked me to step in for one of the youngling classes."

you give him a sorry look, "i wouldn't have been very good company anyway— i've been working on this since you left this morning." you can't help but feel guilty about being so busy lately, but with exams just around the corner, it's been hard for you.

anakin reaches out, massaging your tense shoulders, "i'm sorry baby, why don't you take a break?"

you bite your lip, "ani… i can't. i'm almost done though, i promise," you turn in your seat to face him, hands cupping his cheeks, "and then i'll be all yours for the rest of the night."

he has a challenging expression on his face, "i think a break would help," he leans in so that your lips brush, "let me ease up some of your stress, baby."

you groan, "ani, i don't know, i really need to—"

he cuts you off, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away, "ise gets all of your time now, i'm getting jealous."

you laugh, "oh, don't be jealous, ani. you know i love you more than anything."

he smirks and begins to massage your shoulders again. you close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief. the tension starts to melt away under his strong hands.

"you're too good at this," you say, leaning back into him.

"i have my ways of making my you feel better," he says, lips brushing against your neck.

you try and stifle a moan as he nibbles at your earlobe. his hands starting to wander down your back and you can feel his body heat beaming off of him.

"ani, i really need to finish this," you say, but your tone is starting to sound less convincing.

he pulls back, cupping your face and forcing you to look into his eyes. "i know you do, baby. but can't it wait for a little bit, hm?"

you nod slowly, feeling yourself giving in to his touch. he leans in again and kisses you deeply. his tongue brushes against yours and you feel a surge of desire wash over you.

he's quick to lift you from your seat, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. he groans into the kiss, laying you down on the bed, hands exploring your body needily.

before you know it, your clothes are off and anakin is lying on top of you. he has a way of being able to get what he wants, most of the time that being you.

it was hard not to indulge him though, not when he felt so good.

he kisses you all over your body, igniting every inch of skin that he touches.

"ani," you moan his name as his hand drifts lower, toying with your sex.

you can't help but grind your hips against his hand, desperately trying to elicit more pleasure from him. you're greedy for touch.

he teases you lightly with his fingers before parting your lips, only to thrust a single digit into your slickness. your hands grip at his free arm, feeling his veins.

he teases you relentlessly, sending you into a spiral of pure bliss, until all at once, you're writhing beneath his touch, "ah! oh ani!"

he continues on, not stopping as you draw closer to yout climax. your body quivers, and you look down at him wantonly, wanting him more than ever. he smirks at the sight of you trying to regain some semblance of control.

"what do you want, pretty girl?" his questions drips with lust, eyes dark and enticing.

you choke back a moan at his words, "you, ani. i want you."

he presses his lips against yours once more before positioning himself between your legs. pressing his bulge against your opening, groaning as he sinks himself slowly into you.

you close your eyes, focusing on how good it feels— how perfectly he fits inside of you.

as he sets a steady pace with his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper with each stroke, the familiar tug building inside of you once again.

"oh god! you feel so good ani," you moan loudly, unabashed as her ruts deeper into you.

his head drops down to your neck, lips brushing against your ear, "that's my girl, just letting me make her feel good."

with each thrust now comes an increasing sense of euphoria that plagues your mind and body with waves of pleasure that wash over every inch of flesh; sensitizing everything around it. all at once it becomes too much.

you're nails drill deep into his back, and he grunts at the feeling. his hands dig into your hips, pulling you into him even closer.

"fuck, sweetheart—" he cuts off as you bite down onto his shoulder desperately, groaning loudly as you come in pulses around him.

your breaths are short and your head is swimming, the need for oxygen becoming a necessity.

your fingers finally begin to relax as your breathe evens out. "dammit," you exhale, exhausted from the sudden rush of pleasure flowing through every fiber of your body. anakin lets out a grunt of his own as your walls tightly clamp around him. you can barely keep up with his erratic thrusts, and he leans down to kiss you before finishing inside of you.

you moan loudly into his mouth as he cums, a stream of warmth flowing into you as your inner walls clamp tight around his cock. you feel him twitch and spasm inside of you, and his muscles momentarily lock up before you both relax into each other's arms.

you run your hands through his hair lightly before pulling apart from him. "i love you so much."

he turns to press a soft kiss against your cheek, before rolling off of you, grabbing for a towel, "and i love you."

you watch as he cleans you up, his face still reddened from his work, "you're such a good distraction."

he hums, looking at you, "you like it,"

you roll your eyes, "i know and it's a problem, i let you do it every time."

he grins in response. "it's not my fault you enjoy my distractions so much." and before another retort is made, he presses his lips onto yours momentarily before sliding into bed beside you.

[rafesslxt]

❝ Anakin Skywalker ❞

updatet: 28 / July / 2024

Requests are OPEN

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After just another bad date you seek comfort from your best friend and roommate Anakin which turns into a steamy session [modern Anakin]

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[r-2-peepoo]

Do you have any good Codywan fics to recommend? Preferably on AO3, preferably not too spicy, and preferably ones that will leave me happy inside and not drowning in a post-Order 66 pit of despair. If you don’t feel like answering this, that’s fine, I hope you have a good day! :)

First of all, I am so sorry for not replying to this sooner. I didn’t see the notification and also I really wanted to make sure I gave you a good list. I love getting asked this so thank you for giving me an excuse to make another one of these posts. Here is a link to the first one I made.

These are all masterpieces in my mind. I have like twenty bookmarks in total even though I read fics all the time so here are some of my holy grails:

AUs

Oh, the weather outside is frightful by Celaestis (Christmas fluff modern au)

 I wish there were more Christmas fics because I just love them and it certainly doesn’t hurt that the writing quality of this one is nothing short of breathtaking. This is ever so slightly spicy but its mostly fluff. Just a line or two of spice and it’s implied too. This writer has a way of describing things that is so intricate and intimate and I am just obsessed with their writing style.

love me long, be my sunlight by ricken (love island au)

I have never been able to sit through an entire episode of Love Island but when I tell you I screamed when I first saw this au. It is the most fun I have had with a fic in so long but it’s also actually incredibly heartwarming too. And what a creative idea as well. This is one of the fics I reread a lot and if you give it a go, you’ll understand why. It’s positively delightful and is such an original concept too. 

Probably the spiciest fic on the list but there’s nothing crazy. It’s mostly just dialogue and references (it is a dating show after all) and the spiciest scene is interrupted. I had such a blast with this one and I really wish more fics were like this.

hunger + dreams by catboydogma (hockey/figure skating au)

Tell me why Codywan suit every genre. The very concept of a Codywan figure skating au is enough to make me screech but this one!!! It’s just so cute. Truly the most adorable little getting together fic and it does such a good job characterising everyone too. The interactions Obi Wan has with Anakin and Ahsoka are so much fun and Codywan deserve to be happy above all else and this fic absolutely delivers that. I would read a thousand chapters of this if I could.

Silver Lining by Wixiany (skiing au)

This fic!!!! Oh my god!!!! I have always believed that Codywan have suffered too much in canon that every au they are place in should be a romcom and that is precisely what this fic is. The sweetest little romcom ever. This fic has everything. A ski-slope accident meet cute. A Cody’s scar origin story. An Omega cameo (if you know me, you know that my opinion of any Codywan fic skyrockets if my fave Star Wars girl makes an appearance). Basically no angst!!!! I think this fic cured all of my problems ngl. I cannot recommend it enough. I genuinely just found this like thirty minutes ago and it has instantly become one of my favourite Codywan fics ever.

An Officer and a Gentleman by jimmytiberius  (regency au)

I read this one last year and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. This is a Codywan regency au and regency era literature may be the only thing I love as much as Codywan so naturally the being combined is immaculate. This fic does a fantastic job of capturing the delicate romanticism of the time period and it’s a style that suits Codywan down to the ground. It just makes sense for them. I mean a Sense and Sensibility au??? Are you serious??? What an amazing concept. If you’re familiar with Jane Austen at all, you’ll feel right at home with this fic because it is just so incredibly sweet.

Rhapsody in Blue by KCKenobi (orchestra/mystery au)

Now I know I mentioned it on my last post but I have vowed to always recommend this fic whenever anyone asks. It is truly my favourite fic of all time and I’ve read it multiple times now. How many fanfics can you say have their own soundtrack? I think this is the third time I have recommended this fic in a post but it really is that good. This is a warning for some angst but I would never recommend a fic with an unhappy ending unless specifically asked so you can rest easy knowing that everything resolves well in this story. 

What I also adore about this fic is that it does brilliantly what so few others do, which is that it doesn’t ignore its side characters. They are not just props in Obi Wan’s story. Each person, no matter how small their appearance, feels like a real person. They’re so believable and every relationship, platonic, romantic or otherwise, is completely fleshed out.

There's also a very sweet Codywan oneshot here but it is set during the pandemic and is a bit of a heavy read depending on how much that topic affects so be careful.

I would also like to say that, while this author doesn’t generally write Codywan, first of all when she does it is magical. Secondly, she is absolutely fantastic if you like platonic fics. There’s so many to read and every single one I have read so far has been wonderful. 

Canonverse fics

Incognizant by marshMeister (5+1 fic)

It wouldn’t be a true list of recommendations if I didn’t mention a fic by one of my favourite humans @legobenkenobi. When I say he is one of my favourite writers ever, I am not just saying it because I talk to him basically everyday. I cannot think of a single other person I would trust more to characterise both Cody and Obi Wan. It’s perfect every single time, whether its just in a post or in a full fanfiction, and this fic is such a good example. It’s that classic 5+1 format but it’s so sweet and so in character. 

What’s the one thing that could improve a Codywan fic though? Anakin being completely oblivious and (lovingly) made fun of for it. He has absolutely no clue how Codywan feel about each other even though basically the rest of the galaxy knows so this fic is him figuring that out and it is joy to read (and then reread like six times).

Also if I could make it required by law to read everything Ben has ever written, I would. So definitely check out literally all of his other fics.

if i don’t make it back from where i’ve gone (just know i’ve loved you all along) by thebitterbeast (featuring art from thegreencarousel) (time travel, non linear fic)

This fic does have some angst but rest assured everything works out eventually. It’s such a unique take on the events in canon and I already enjoy a time loop/ time travel fic. But the part I love the most about this fic is that it’s pro-Jedi. Too many Codywan fics find it necessary to disparage or misrepresent the Jedi and their beliefs in order to make the relationship work but Jedi are allowed to love! And this fic is such a beautiful reminder of that. It also captures the gentleness that Cody and Obi Wan have in their relationship with each other in such a lovely way. I fully accept this as the new canon.

Ghosts of the Dead by Just_Here_To_Procrastinate (zombie au)

This is definitely the heaviest fic on the list but trust me. It’s a masterpiece. Also happy ending too, so don’t worry. Just be cautious for mentions of blood and gore if that isn’t your thing. It doesn’t go overboard with it at all but better safe than sorry.

This is a zombie au and I understand that genre isn’t for everyone, but when people say that they’ve read fanfictions that are better than traditionally published novels, this is the kind of this they’re talking about. There’s a section of this fic which is maybe one of the most beautifully written things I’ve ever read. I wish I could give more context but it happens to be at the most pivotal moment of the entire story and I don’t want to spoil anything so you’re going to have to trust me. This fic is insanely good. It’s quite a long one and worth every single second you spend reading it. I love the narrative style and how it fits into the actual plot of TCW too. The characterization is fantastic too.

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Stubbornness and unicorns

I did something, or rather this post made me do it.

I blame @prahacat 💜

I'm actually grateful, because it finally got my stubborn muse in gear to work on a story that has been haunting my brain for some time.

This is shameless fluff, mpreg, pregnant Obi-Wan (Anakin is the father), and Obi-Wan and Dooku having a moment in Serenno's castle garden.

And maybe there are unicorns. 🦄

***

Obi-Wan walked slowly along one of the many well-landscaped paths in the sprawling park surrounding Castle Serenno mindful of his condition. His stately dressed companion graciously matched his speed to his slow pace, mercifully ignoring the small sighs of frustration that escaped him, kindly lending him an arm to lean on as they made their way.

Only when they stopped in the shade of a large tree did he speak while Obi-Wan rested a hand over his bulging midsection, rubbing reassuringly over the spot where one of his children was eagerly kicking at his taut skin.

"While I'm sure it would be hopeless to tell you once again that I don't think these long walks will benefit you when you are this far along, I'm sure my words will be ignored as always," his stern-looking companion declared with an undertone of resignation.

“You are correct in that assumption,” Obi-Wan replied, flashing him one of his most charming smiles.

"As I am sure you are fully aware of, it is a well-known truth that stubbornness is an inherited trait in your lineage, Count."

"It seems so," the older man admitted with a heavy sigh, "and please, Obi-Wan, how often may I ask you to call me Yan?"

"At least a few times more."

Count Dooku of Serenno let out a small frustrated sigh. His lineage was a constant headache that he was convinced would be the end of him one day soon.

Sensing that it would be fruitless to try to persuade his grand padawan to return to his comfortable chambers, determined as he was to wander, he chose not to argue further as they continued.

They walked in pleasant silence under the bright autumn sun who cast its glow over the wide expanse of the castle gardens that was laid out in the imposing shadow of Castle Serenno. The high, already snow-covered mountains rose in the background and in the pale blue sky above them, both moons were clearly visible, Mantero almost full where it stood low above the horizon.

The park was an oasis of green and lush life, where plants native to the planet and imported species were tastefully arranged in a well-organized style with clean lines that reflected the planet's ruler. Paths and small streams ran between tall trees and bushes, creating intricate patterns and a pleasant background sound with their muffled gurgling. In some places, large open lawns were replaced by small groves of trees, both evergreen and deciduous, in their golden, red and orange fall splendor. Beds of late flowering herbs gave off a pleasant spicy fragrance that mingled with the ripe scent of malum fruit.

Obi-Wan and Yan had just stepped into a small clearing surrounded by tall spruces when a group of slender and elegant creatures surrounded them, only slightly shy to get close to the bipedal creatures.

They were an extremely rare species, reminiscent of equus in their appearance, and thought to be extinct. But a small group still existed, their existence a well kept secret. The beautiful creatures with their gleaming pearly white skin and long elegantly twisted horns had long been sought after prey, not so much for their beauty or rarity, but because they were highly force sensitive and were believed capable of healing and granting eternal life.

Gently they nudged their soft muzzles against Obi-Wan's bulging belly, neighing low in greeting to the unborn children resting there, attracted by their innocent but already powerful signatures. Honored by their closeness and trust, Obi-Wan gently stroked his hands over their soft ears and smooth horns.

Yan also got his share of attention, though more hesitantly, as some darkness still lingered like shadows around him. But the largest stallion, his horns gleaming golden in the sun, allowed him to stroke his neck in a gesture of trust offered to the one who had originally prevented their final extinction.

Against the wishes of his former Sith Master, Dooku had chosen to save these magnificent creatures when he had tracked down the very last of their kind, starved and scared. Under the influence of his former padawan and his young apprentice, he had brought them to Serenno where they now thrived and multiplied.

Five slender foals romped playfully among the adults eagerly seeking Obi-Wan's attention.

TBC

[elucienweekofficial]

AO3 Collection・Instagram・Twitter・Masterlist

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2023! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to create content and engage with the week!

We'll be keeping an eye on any stragglers in the tags and updating the masterlists accordingly. Also stay tuned for one final surprise from the moderators before we finish out the week officially 👀

📝Fics:

Lead Me Into the Light by @velidewrites

A Blaze in the Dark by @the-lonelybarricade

Meet Me at Midnight by @starfall-spirit

Ars Amatoria by @fieldofdaisiies

DILF Daydreamin' by @labellefleur-sauvage

Elucien hate sex by @darklove9314-blog

I'll Take You To The Boba Shop by @areyoudreaminof

I Was Enchanted To Meet You by @c-e-d-dreamer

The Fire Won't Burn Me by @separatist-apologist

I can't face reinvention (I haven't met the new me yet) by @midnightmasterpiece

Weightless by @asnowfern

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don't touch) by @belabellissima

Both Forever and Rather Die by @foundress0fnothing

Love on Water Lillies by @vulpes-fennec

The Fox in the Garden by @writtenonreceipts

Across the Stars by @velidewrites

The Highland Fox and The English Rose by @labellefleur-sauvage

lost in your current (like a priceless wine) by @a-novel-blog

Modern AU Spicy Prompt Fill by @aldbooks

Frost and Fire by @aldbooks

🎨Art:

Flyboy Lucien and Naboo Senator Elain by @stickyelectrons

"Oh~there you are...♡" by @witchlingsandwyverns

Elucien embracing by @fieldofdaisiies

Elucien sleeping beauty AU by @devilsnightz

fluff!Elucien by @brielyasmin

The Boba Shop AU - comissioned by @separatist-apologist from artist @zolyna_

The Great Elucien - comissioned by @iambutmortal from artist @/vinc_ry

Las Vegas Wedding AU by @cursebrkr

Elain and Lucien | Outlander Inspired - comissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/artcraawl

Modern Rio de Janeiro and Cyberpunk São Paulo by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Domestic Elucien sketch by @corcracrow

Anakin and Padme Elucien by @wittyrejoinder

Elucien secret garden vibes by @dopeartisanprincess

sleepy by @laxibbeb

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra by @afoliveira

Furry AU by @mei_lfong

Elucien WIP by @mossytrashcan

Sith Elain and Jedi Lucien - comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from @witchlingsandwyverns

Elucien 80s fashion - commissioned by @sanktadu and artist @lib-arts

Lucien VanBowser and Princess Elain - comissioned by @kingofsummer93 from artist @carasalexandra

Golden Hour - comissioned by @foreverinelysian from artist @tropicoola

🎶Misc:

ELAIN & LUCIEN: MODERN AU moodboard by @octobers-veryown

Court of Ties and Destinies tiktok in English and in Portuguese by @lloorryy

Her Burning Light moodboard and drabble by @sunshinebingo

Reasons why Elucien is happening by @elucienhasmywholeheart

Elucien quotes: 1, 2, 3, and 4 by @ofduskanddreams

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[writer66]

Masterlist

Hey! Welcome to my page, here I write a lot of fluff and explicit stuff, as things can get pretty heated and spicy, most stories WILL be 18+, however if you think you can handle it there will be trigger warnings before chapters and posts.

Here are my works:

- STAR WARS -

Hunter (The Bad Batch) x Femalejedi!reader

Series Summary: You've always liked clones... At least the ones that you fought with your old Master Obi Wan Kenobi, and your older brother Anakin Skywalker, after your training you became a Jedi Knight General. However, you weren't given a platoon but a small squad... Clone Force 99.

The Clone Wars season 7 - The Bad Batch Season 2 (for now)

Aesthetic + Playlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[reblog-reblog666]

Reblog Masterlist 2

Matt Murdock

Boyfriend material - Smut

Electric touch (Frank’s version ft. Matt) - Poly Dating Headcanons, Fluff

Priest!Matt blurb - Smut, creepy Matt?

Be still - Angst, Hurt Comfort

WIP teaser - Petplay themes I think

Worship in the bedroom - Smut

A little night music - Smut

Behind closed doors - Smut

Desire (Matt’s version) - Enemies to lovers blurb

The perfect cheesecake - Fluff Blurb

Safe - Hurt Comfort?

God is a woman (Matt’s version) (from the vault) - Smut Blurb

Fridays - Smut

Fat reader Imagine - Hurt Comfort

Stormy weather - Fluff, Blurb

Meeting him blurb - Fluff

Shadowed mystery - Angst, Blurb

Show me your scars and let me love you anyway - Spicy, Hurt Comfort

Unexpected connection - Fluff

Stop, just breathe - Hurt Comfort, Fluff

Who we are and who we want to be - Hurt Comfort, Fluff

Rotten work (Matt’s version) - Hurt Comfort, Fluff, Blurb

Sad girl - Fluff, Smut, Angst (2) - Angst

Fingering Blurb - Smut

Head above water - Angst, Hurt Comfort

Something like that - Angst, Fluff, Blurb

Under the weather - Fluff, Comfort

Leave it like a brand - Smut Blurb

Dress - Smut

What a way to go - Smut Blurb

Calling out - Comfort

Renegade - Hurt Comfort

Just one more - Smut Blurb

Favorite part - Smut Blurb

Kinktober day 7 (Morning sex) - Fluffy Smut

Avengers bandaids - Fluff, Comfort

Smoosh and kiss - Fluff, Blurb

Gags - Smut

The devil in me - Smut

Beanie - Fluff Blurb

Head over heels - Fluff, Hurt Comfort

Neighbors - Fluff, Physical Hurt Comfort

God must hate me - Hurt Comfort

Baking with love - Fluff

Curling up with a book - Fluff

Imitation - Smut

Sacrilege - Smut

6 Totally Random Matt Murdock Headcanons that keep me up at night - Smut, Fluff

Blind with rage - Kind of Hurt Comfort?

Matt fixing you up - Blurb, Hurt Comfort

Day 1 praise - Smut Blurb

Extra credit - Smut

Cadence Pt 1 - Smut Pt 2 - Smut, Filler

Tell me - Little Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Incandescent - Comfort, Fluff

Overwhelmed - Hurt Comfort

“Did you hear me?” - Comfort

Wednesday socks - Hurt Comfort Fluff

Thinking about - Fluff, Drabble

Summer hues - Hurt Comfort

Insecurity - Comfort, Spicy, Blurb

A shitty day - Hurt Comfort

Rain, rain, go away - Comfort

Cuddling and snuggling - Hurt Comfort

“It’s okay to cry, you know” - Hurt Comfort

Comfort - Blurb, Hurt Comfort

Tease - Smut

You oughta know - Smut

Trifecta (“You oughta know”’s sequel) - Hurt Comfort, Smut

Matthew 6: 9-13 - Smut

Bedroom hymns - Smut

Overstimulation - Smut Blurb

Lights out - Fluff

A whole latte love to give - Fluff

Focus - Smut

Day 2: edging - Smut

Day 3: cockwarming - Smut Blurb

Day 4: blowjob - Smut Blurb

Day 5: cunnilingus - Smut Blurb

Home video headcanons - Smut

More priest Matt - Smut, Blurb/Headcanons

Hallow’s eve - Crackfic?

Day 6: marking - Smut

Day 7: choking - Smut

Day 8: size kink - Smut Blurb

Day 9: overstimulation- Smut

Abc headcanons - SFW

Abc headcanons - NSFW

Frank Castle

Favorite part - Smut Blurb

Sacrilege - Smut

Headcanons ask - Fluff

Home video headcanons - Smut

DC

Overstimulation - Justice League Members Smut Blurbs

Multi Fandom?

Thigh riding blurb - Smut

Anakin Skywalker

Daddy kink - Smut, Blurb

Eddie / Venom

Mine tonight - Venom Smut

Buffet - Smut

Billy Russo

Home video headcanons - Smut

[catboydogma]

cold weather company

tags: sickfic, cuddling / snuggling, caretaking, sick / hurt cody, no order-66, everyone lives / nobody dies, post-canon fix-it, fluff

wc: 1321

pairing: cody / obi-wan

cross-posted to ao3 !

“I’ll just sleep on the couch, then,” Obi-Wan snapped over his shoulder. The door to his bedroom snapped shut with a definitive click and he said, “fine!” in a way that sounded nearly the same.

“Can you take your domestic somewhere else, Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked from the kitchen table. “I have to show Snips how to—”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan said, arms still full of their duvet and a sad-looking throw pillow, “These are my own damn quarters and I shall not—we aren’t having a, a domestic or anything of the sort—what the hell are you doing in my kitchen?”

“You haven’t changed your code,” Anakin said in a tone that implied that if pesky padawans were to be kept out, then door codes must be changed to prevent their entry, and so this was all Obi-Wan’s own fault, really.

Never mind that it technically wasn’t Obi-Wan’s code but Qui-Gon’s, still, over a decade later.

“Skyguy’s showing me how to re-wire his phalanges,” Ahsoka said brightly, wiggling Anakin’s pinky with her own to demonstrate. “So I can help Echo with his.”

“That’s very kind of the both of you,” Obi-Wan said, dumping his armful onto the couch and rounding on the table and its occupants. “But that does not explain why the two of you are in my kitchen and not your own.”

Anakin and Ahsoka got the same look on their faces—and no, Obi-Wan had no idea where they’d gotten it from—as a massiff when asked what it was chewing on.

“Can it be fixed?” Obi-Wan asked with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Can you and Cody be fixed?” Ahsoka asked, tilting the tops of her montrals at the door behind Obi-Wan.

“We are not fighting,” Obi-Wan told her and Anakin with the last vestiges of his tattered dignity. “Marshal Commander Cody has contracted a cold and does not wish to inflict it upon any other persons within his vicinity.”

“So, he’s kicked you out to sleep on the couch.” Anakin motioned between Obi-Wan and the couch with a multi-tool. “Don’t worry, that usually doesn’t result in divorce. I have been told that I’m an outlier.”

“We aren’t married, first off, thank you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, starting to roll up his sleeves. “And I shan’t be sleeping on the couch just because Cody is being a bit silly.”

A string of hoarse invective came from under Obi-Wan’s bedroom door. Obi-Wan smiled beatifically in Cody’s direction and leaned over to where Anakin and Ahsoka were sitting; they were co-conspirators now, for better or worse.

“He always gets ornery when he’s feeling under the weather,” Obi-Wan confided. “I shall make soup.”

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Cody woke to the smell of something delicious. It felt a little like the aroma—spicy, savory, strong as Sith hells—had reached up into his sinuses and scrubbed at least part of his frontal lobe. The door to the room cracked open and the smell grew stronger. Cody pulled the heavy blankets back over his cold shoulder and burrowed back into the pillows that were still covered in silky threads of Obi-Wan’s blond-auburn hair.

“No, no sleeping yet,” Obi-Wan chided him, voice a quiet murmur. “Get some soup and juice down and then we’ll see about sleep.”

Cody intended to suffer through this alone, thank you, and not drag anyone else down with him. He was captain of this ship and by the Force he’d go down with it if he had to—

A warm hand peeled back a corner of his blankets and wormed into the collar of his shirt to take his pulse, and then up to feel his forehead. Cody clicked his teeth at it and Obi-Wan had the audacity to laugh.

“Don’t want t’get you sick,” he rasped, indignant that Obi-Wan should be so careless with his own wellbeing. First it was the war and throwing himself in the path of IEDs, and now it was this, and Cody’s suffering would never end—

“Yes, yes, and you’re very brave and selfless for that,” Obi-Wan said, still laughing a little—Cody could hear it in the lilt of his voice, half-see it in the gleam of his teeth in the dim—as he leaned down to brush a whiskery kiss across Cody’s brow. “But I want to care for you regardless, Cody, and in any case, if I get sick, then it is the will of the Force.”

“You—” Cody swatted at Obi-Wan but his coordination was all shot; Obi-Wan caught his hand and pressed it to his own chest, uncurled each of his fingers so he could press a kiss to Cody’s too-hot, clammy palm.

“Me,” Obi-Wan agreed, still so awfully smug. “Up, up. It’s time for soup, my darling.”

Cody heaved himself up with the help of Obi-Wan, who bustled around the room while Cody was navigating his complicated relationship with gravity and wide-brimmed bowls.

The soup was good: it was hot and garlicky and full of seaweed and little tender pieces of thin-sliced bantha. Cody felt it warm his chest all throughout as he methodically ate. He wasn’t really hungry—hadn’t been since the onset of this miserable bitch of a cold—but the hot liquid felt good against his sore throat.

Obi-Wan aired the room out, though he kept the lights dimmed low and hissed threats at Anakin and Ahsoka in the kitchen whenever their voices got too high. He laid damp washcloths across the headboard of their bed and briskly swapped Cody’s blankets out for freshly-laundered ones, along with the pillow case and after a bleary few minutes of Cody bracing each hand in turns against Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Cody’s own bedclothes. After the soup, Cody managed a glass and a half of cool, sugar-sweet juice before he leaned his head heavily against Obi-Wan’s shoulder and found that he was feeling well enough to not cough all over him.

“Kicking you out,” Cody said into the pillow when Obi-Wan had come back from rinsing out the bowl. It didn’t smell like Obi-Wan anymore, though it did smell of their laundry detergent. Cody snuffled a little and indulged in feeling badly for himself as he heard the door shut.

This lasted until he felt the bed dip beside him and Obi-Wan start at peeling back the blankets again.

“I won’t be leaving you to suffer alone, brave as you are for it,” Obi-Wan said, sounding as if Cody were making some great sacrifice and not just trying to quarantine himself as any decent-minded and strategic person might. He lay all along Cody’s side and pressed his face against Cody’s shoulder, away from where Cody might sneeze on him in retaliation—a smart tactic, Cody had to admit.

It felt—good. Cody had resigned himself to several days away from Obi-Wan choking down ration bars and sipping water to the tune of the alarms he’d set for such purposes and—as much as he wouldn’t admit it—he’d already begun to miss Obi-Wan’s soothing touch. Cody knew he served much the same purpose for Obi-Wan but to him, Obi-Wan was grounding, an anchor even in the best of times. Maybe especially in the best of times. They worked to balance the worst of each other: Obi-Wan’s suppressed anger and tendency to get overwhelmed, Cody’s pessimism and penchant for detachment.

Among other things.

“Feel better, my love,” Obi-Wan murmured, smoothing a hand all down Cody’s side with steady, relieving pressure. Cody felt himself melt a little more into Obi-Wan’s hold. In the dark, he pressed his brow to the crown of Obi-Wan’s head and reassured himself with the smell of Obi-Wan: a little spicy, a little of the soup he’d made, a little of woody shampoo and clean linens and Cody’s own slightly-sweaty cough-drop smell. The feel of Obi-Wan’s hands on his back and sides followed him all down into a deep, dreamless sleep, where he was held, and he was safe.

[palfriendpatine66]

What is your own favorite fanfic?

My favorite of what I have written? It might change depending on my mood but through it all Pining in Preschool is really special to me.

It was the first thing I wrote - I started it just for me and got brave enough to share, and both the process of writing this story and the joy of sharing it with others and seeing their reactions to it got me through a hard time.

I really enjoy the soft dad Anakin who in this universe makes the choice to turn his life around and be the best version of himself he can be for his kids, and it’s a work in progress. It’s hard and it never ends but it’s worth it. I put him and Obi-Wan through A Lot™️ in a very short amount of time in this, but I think (and hope) that it feels authentic. My goal was to show what could really happen if they got this chance to be together, and to be true to the characters even in this wildly different setting. It’s messy. There’s angst and feels, family fluff and cuteness, a budding romance and spicy sex. There’s love, conflict, anxiety, depression, growth, connection, and hope.

I ended the work after 35 chapters when I felt like I was really struggling to continue producing new chapters. It wasn’t good for me anymore, causing me a lot of stress and self doubt so I made the hard choice to end it. I got them to a place I felt comfortable leaving their story, where I felt like as readers we got to a place of closure - an ending and a new beginning for them - where we would be alright to say goodbye.

In reality I’ve never said goodbye to this little family. I think about them and have new ideas for them all the time. I enjoy the additions I have been able to make to the series and have many more planned. For some reason I’m still really struggling to write for this, but I hope I can share these stories with you all. Sooner rather than later. But I don’t know how to get through this block I have about writing for this series as I don’t know what’s causing it.

If you’ve read this far: gold star for you ⭐️. Apparently I’m in my sentimental, over sharing and verbose stage of overtired 😀

[mxltifxnd0m]

ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

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Summary: It’s Halloween, and you do Anakin’s makeup 

AU: Modern AU, College AU

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Reader

Words: 1.5K

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Warnings: No use of y/n, mentions of smut, somewhat spicy, suggestive content, fluff, and foul language.

A/N: This was intended as a blurb, then it got out of hand and turned into a one-shot, but I had no clue how to end it.  Also, my first fic for Anakin! 

And as always, thank you to my lovely wife, @songofpatrochilless, for beta reading this 🫶

𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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"Would you stop squirming? You're going to make me smudge something." You grumble as you shift in Anakin's lap, trying to fill in some of the spots on his neck with black face paint. His hands are planted firmly on your thighs as he sits back on the bed, shifting around each time the brush touches his neck. 

"Sorry, I have a beautiful girl in my lap, and she's touching my neck,” Anakin says with a charming smirk as he looks up at you, his cobalt blue eyes even brighter with the black paint surrounding his eyelids. 

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Skywalker," You say, rolling your eyes, a hint of a smile on your face. "Now shut up and stop squirming. I'm almost done, and then we can slick back your hair." He mimics your words silently, and you hold the paintbrush in your non-dominant hand to pinch Anakin's nipple in retaliation. He yelps slightly in pain and glares at you. 

"That wasn't very nice." He pouts at you, the teeth you painted on him morphing around his mouth. 

"You liked it, shut up." You hush Anakin and return to painting the finer details on his neck. As you work on his neck, you can feel his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs. You take the leftover black paint on the back of your hand and use it to fill in any part of his face that was painted partially black to make it more opaque. 

You guys decided to go as Violet and Tate from American Horror Story for Halloween this year. You really wanted to see what Anakin would look like with Tate's skull makeup. 

Anakin's eyes were closed, letting you finish painting his face. Once done, you sprayed some setting spray on his face and fanned it dry. You leaned forward to kiss his forehead and moved to get off his lap. He squeezed your thighs tighter before letting go. 

"Can I look?" He gestures to the mirror on the back of his door. 

"No! I have to do your hair, and you can get the grand reveal." You say with a teasing grin as you get off the bed to grab the bag you brought to Anakin's dorm room. He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face as he sits up on his bed and stretches, the black shirt he was wearing rising, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and the trail of hair you love to see as you remove his shirt in the throes of passion you and Anakin have. 

You grabbed a towel, black hair wax, gel, and fine-tooth comb from your bag and crawled onto the bed, this time behind Anakin. You place the comb on the bed beside you, wrap the towel around his shoulders, open the jar of black hair wax you bought recently, and put some on your fingertips. You only put the black in the roots to mimic Tate's hair in the show. You massaged it into his scalp and saw Anakin relax at your movemments. After finishing the black hair wax, you wipe your hands on the towel to remove the pigment. 

Then, you open the cap to the hair gel and scoop a generous amount into your hand. You warm it up between your hands and rake it through Anakin's dirty blonde hair, which still had bright blonde streaks from the summer you spent together on the beach. His hair was the perfect length for the costume he was wearing. After spreading the gel through his hair, you took the comb and started to slick back his hair. It took a little while for him to begin to resemble Tate. Once you were done, you got up from the bed and stood in front of Anakin. 

You left a little piece of hair in the front and twirled it around your finger to make it curly with some of the gel that was left on your hands. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over Anakin. He looked so similar to the reference photos of Tate in his skull makeup. The only difference was that his eyes stood out compared to Tate's brown ones. You smiled at your handy work and clapped your hands together excitedly. 

"Ani! You look so good!" You exclaimed. 

He smiled at your excitement, "Thank you, angel, but it was all your hard work." He began to lean forward to kiss your forehead, but you swerved and stepped back.

"Nope, no kisses yet, Anakin," You tease him. "I need to get ready, and we need to take pictures together." 

"Then I can kiss you?" He says exasperatedly. 

"Yes, then you can kiss me." You laugh at his expression, his pout making him look less intimidating in the skull makeup. 

You're glad that Violet's look was more straightforward. Trying to match an outfit she wore in the series took some time, but you managed to thrift most of her outfit. You bought a burnt orange cardigan, a short floral sundress, and a black wide-brim hat. You already had some tights and debated between your black Doc Martens and black thigh boots. You ended up choosing the thigh-high boots because you knew Anakin loved them. 

Anakin was lying against the wall on his bed, his feet hanging off it and scrolling on his phone. As you took off (his) your shirt, your chest was bare since you didn't like wearing bras when wearing baggy shirts. You bent over to grab the bra you left when you spent the night with Anakin when his roommate was out. You heard the camera shutter sound come from his phone, and your head snapped over to Anakin. A cheeky smile was plastered on his face as he put down his phone and put his hands behind his head. 

"Oh, don't stop on my account." He said smugly. 

You give him an unamused look and turn around so your bare back is facing him, and he lets out a noise of protest, and a smile breaks out on your face at the noise. You quickly got dressed and put on jewelry and simple makeup. The finishing touch was the hat. You smiled to yourself and turned around to face Anakin. He smiled, got up from the bed, and stood before you.  

"You look beautiful, angel." He says softly as his eyes roam your figure. 

"And you look so attractive right now, Ani." You say. 

He smirks, "You have a thing for a school shooter that is tied to the house he died in as a ghost?" 

You tilt your head, contemplating, "When you put it like that. No, I don't, but Evan Peters is hot, so it balances it out." You shrug. He opens his mouth to reply, but you grab his wrist and pull him to the mirror on his door before he can. 

"Okay, now you can look at what you look like." He studies himself before turning around and kissing your forehead quickly before you can protest.

"I look great. Thank you for doing it for me." He says gratefully. You grin at his words. 

"No problem, pretty boy. Now, time for pictures!" You quickly grab your phone and take pictures of Anakin and vice versa. You guys take individual pictures before taking some together. Once you guys are done, you begin to look through them, picking your favorites. 

Before you can delete the images you didn't like, Anakin grabs your phone and tosses it on his bed. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise but wrap your hands around his neck to steady yourself. 

"I believe I was promised a kiss after we took photos." He said with an expectant look on his face. You roll your eyes at him but oblige and give him a peck on his lips. But as you begin to pull away, one of his hands leaves your waist and cups your face to deepen the kiss. You make a noise of protest, but as he swipes his tongue at the seam of your lips, you melt into the kiss.  

Before the kiss becomes any more heated, you pull away from Anakin. 

"Anakin!" You admonish as you check his makeup. It stayed in place, luckily. He leans in again to kiss you, but you put a hand on his chest. 

"Anakin, no. You're gonna ruin your makeup, and we have to get going soon." 

He rolls his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me at least a makeout session after the party." He relents. You chuckle at his demand and turn your head to kiss his palm that is still on your cheek. 

"After the party, we can do more than just a makeout, okay?" You say suggestively.

He smirks, "You just want to fuck me in the skull makeup, don't you." 

You smile at him, "Maybe." You unwind your arms from his neck and clap your hands together. 

"Let's get going before Padme has our heads for being late." You said with a grimace. The thought of an angry Padme didn't settle well in your mind. 

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Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 22

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Rating: Mature (Making out in the last bit; mild spicy)

WARNINGS!: Not much this is a fluffier chapter. Panicked mom, Panicked Master, Depression, Stress. Lot's O' fluff at the end though, little spicy. Allusions to future naughtiness.

A/N: So this was a chapter I was working on right before my computer got fragged. Yes I know it's a little late, but I hope you all still enjoy. FYI There's SMUT in the Next chapter

PS- Kitchke: (noun) Yiddish word meaning similar to knick knacks, various items in odd assortments.

Picture Credit: Pinterest

Word Count: 2300 ish

Masterlist Next Part

Mild Naughtiness under cut

“Master Y/n there’s something going on in the square!”

Anakin had dashed ahead of you on your walk to gather supplies in town. It had been almost 5 weeks, hard and rewarding both at once. Anakin was a fast learner when devoid of distraction, and the taunts of the other padawans. And it was Obi Wan who had unintentionally had the breakthrough with him, while teaching him to balance on the beach pylons.

A cat had wandered onto the two and had climbed up Obi Boy's back to perch on his feet, which were in the air at the time. Anakin had fallen then watched in amazement as his Master remained still as stone still deep in meditation. With a little encouragement the young man had tried again. Finally sinking into a concentrated place of mind he tried balancing on one foot, at which point the cat had decided Anakin looked more comfortable than Obi Wan. The boy had wobbled for a moment but kept his perch, the cat wrapped itself around his neck and took a nap. Apparently purring helps concentration according to Anakin. The small creature had been hanging around ever since, somehow knowing it was needed, and Obi Wan had encouraged it. He pointed out that the tiny creature gave Anakin the companionship that he craved so desperately. Anakin had even started to meditate regularly, as long as his furry friend was there.

As for your fellow Master he had started to come a long way in his own “training” as it were. EMDR was a harsh but effective therapy. In these sessions you had found more than even you were aware of, things that he hadn’t revealed to anyone, not even Qui Gon. As a healer you were proud of how far Obi Wan had progressed in his journey, as his partner you found it upsetting that he hadn’t said anything earlier. It was frustrating at times, but you were just as guilty of keeping secrets. Going to town the day after a session had become habit by now to give Obi Boy space to decompress and you time to process.

“Wait up Ani-man,” finally coming along side the excited boy you saw the source of the commotion. It was a little festival with games and shows for the children. “Well would ya lookie there, wanna go?”

“Yeah!” The young man had a smile as broad as an electric billboard. “Why is everything green all of a sudden?”

Karking Hells, how could you have forgotten! Laughing you smiled at your apprentice. “It’s Life Day Eve! A Happy Life Day Anakin!”

“Uh… Happy Life Day Master?” He maintained a smile through his obvious confusion.

Remembering that this was all new to the young man you nudged him towards the square. “Life Day is a Holiday on Kashyyyk, it celebrates family, harmony and joy. There’s stories and songs and lots of delicious foods.”

Anakin was now thoroughly excited. “Can we have a Life Day as Jedi?”

“Oh Yeah! Both my Masters always celebrated. Especially because Master Yoda keeps the tradition. We need to change the list!” pulling out your data pad fingers flying at the speed of light.

How could you have almost forgotten for the second year in a row? You swung into the greens stall, then the butchers, and then nudged Anakin toward the fun.

“You go ahead I need to get a few things in here, enjoy yourself.”

Walking into the cozy mercantile you had to admire all the kitchke. It was meant as a one stop shop in this one speeder town and it genuinely carried a little of everything. Looking over the curiosities, bits, and baubles you quickly found something for your apprentice. Obi Boy on the other hand would be a challenge as ever. He already had a new belt, he didn’t use a razor much these days, his robes were in good shape.

“Karking hells...” You were muttering under your breath as you perused the selection of various items in the display when something caught your eye. “No way, this is perfect!”

“I don’t know it’s a rare find in these parts.” The Clerk haggled with you for a minute or two finally naming a price. You still drew a small salary from teaching and working at the hospital so the credits to spoil the boys was a non issue in your eyes.

“Thank you I’ll take it.”

Finishing your exchange you hustled to find Anakin whom was deeply interested in the games with the other kids. He seemed so happy just tossing rings like anyone else, you smirked as you watched him use the Force to help one of the toddlers with her turn.

The shadow of worry passed you once more. It had crossed your mind more than once that maybe it would have been better for Anakin if he had been returned to his mother and living a normal life. You usually shook off these thoughts remembering that his mother was still a slave and that his quality of life was far better with you and Obi Wan. Still you wished that you could give him a little more of the life you experienced away from the Temple when you were younger.

“Junny? Junny?! Junny where are you?!”

Turning you saw a woman yelling into the crowd. She came near, eyes frantically searching the square, “Have you seen a little girl in a green and red dress? Oh Maker what if she’s hurt? Or Lost….”

“It’s ok we’ll find her, my name is Y/n.” pulling the poor woman to a stop you grasped her hand trying to get her to make eye contact. “So Junny is your little girl, and how old is she?”

The woman started to cry, still trying to bob around you to continue her search, “she’s eight with a purple stripe in her hair. I need to find her... Please let me go!”

Finally placing her to sit on a nearby bench you stood in front of her. “I know you want to find her and we will, but lets think this out. Where did you last see her?”

“In front of the ice cone vendor. I turned for just a second and she was gone! This is all my fault, how could I be so stupid!”

“Now you are no such thing, don't talk down to yourself like that.” Patting her shoulder and smiling, you waived Anakin over to help. Explaining the situation to your Padawan he took off with a shot. “There now Anakin’s going to look around the games. Kids get into mischief, it’s what they do.”

She was still pretty freaked out, crying softly. Taking an assessing look around the square you considered the question: if it were you, where would you go? Games whirred, delicious smells filled the air, performers mid play. Suddenly a flash of color caught your eye.

“Does Junny like trees?”

“Yes…why?”

“I think I found her. Oh Anakin?”

You indicated for him to go ahead. Junny wasn’t very high up the branches making the job easy for Anakin who guided the scared girl down. It was a simple case of having climbed up the girl became so frightened she couldn’t get down. After reuniting mother and daughter you both started back to the cottage.

When you crossed the threshold Obi Wan was no where to be found, something that worried you. You were about to start looking when Anakin called out from the front deck. “Master Obi Wan! Check it out we’re having a Life Day!”

“Hey you! Where’d you go?” walking over to greet him you immeadiately noticed he was trying to hide something under his robes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know wee thing?” He linked his pinky with yours as he passed through the door way. “I’ll be out to help in a minute, I just have to put something away.”

Obi Wan smiled seeing your face shift from worry to relief. He had snuck to town not long after you and the boy had left, intent on getting a few things. Obi Wan was feeling happy again for the first time in a long while, his mind rested and at ease. He also knew that the time to return to the Temple was fast approaching, and while he was looking forward to home he could sense that you were not.

Putting away the items, he saw you and Anakin readying the evening meal. You nodded at something Anakin had said, then started a roast in the oven. The boy was pealing tubers for mashing as you continued whatever lesson you were trying to impart. He loved to watch you when you did little things like this, your cute little tics and expressions came to the forefront. Maker what he wouldn’t do to see those same expressions when you were home again, but you placed a mask firmly over them. It had become all the more firmly placed after the incident with Master Adeva, your version of trying to prove everyone wrong.

Obi Boy was watching you, but you pressed on with the cooking lesson. His signature was there warm and brighter than it had been in so long, wrapping around yours, dancing in a way that you dare not do even in front of Anakin. It was hard having to be a proper Jedi all of the time, some days you just wished to run off with the RRC for a good six month deployment. But the boys needed you, so you would endure the constant pressure cooker that was the Temple.

“Lovely one are you alright?”

You could fib, but he would know and you wouldn’t do that to him. “I don’t want to go back Obi…”

“I know.”

He came to sit on the stool next to you, moving his leg just enough that it came in contact with your own. Obi Wan saw the tears that you hid so well, the stress, the sadness. He though of all you had given up for him and Anakin. A memory resurfaced, a lesson that his own Master had taught him long ago. “May I take over the stove?”

Looking up from your current task of chopping salad you quirked a brow, “Sure…”

Obi Wan pulled out 2 pans and filled them with water, and then readied your Kaf pot as well. “Anakin have I ever told you about Master Qui Gon’s lesson about life?”

“No, Master Obi Wan.”

“Ah, then its high time that I did. You see the water in these pots represents life.” He had brought the containers to a boil and now added the tubers to one pot and an egg to the other. Finally he placed your Kaf pot on to simmer. “The items in the water are a similar to people in a way. Trying to withstand the heat and pressure life can bring can cause extreme changes in that person”

You had traded him spots, now sitting on the stool, watching in fascination. “Any lesson involving Kaf has my vote!”

“Soon Sweetling.” He smirked at you as he poured out the water from the tuber pot and placed it in front of Anakin. He then retrieved the egg as well placing it on a plate. Handing the boy a masher he continued the lesson. “Now what do you observe with these vegetables?”

Anakin smashed away at the contents of the pot while Obi Wan added butter and cream. “They're mushy.”

“Exactly and the egg?”

Anakin rolled the egg against the counter and pealed off the shell, “It got hard.”

“So too can life make some people hard or to make them crumble under it’s tribulations and trials.” Obi Wan then gently poured out a cup of Kaf into a mug. “Now Anakin if you look at this mug what do you see?”

“The source of Master Y/n’s sanity.” He quipped with a smirk.

Obi Wan couldn’t restrain the smile on his own face, “Well…You’re not wrong.”

“Hey!” you gave them a halfhearted glare.

“Anyway, you can see that instead of the water doing anything to the grinds it has been transformed because of them. As Jedi we must be like the Kaf, affecting those around us for the better, changing life for the better.” Handing you the mug he allowed his fingers to linger just a moment. “There’s not often a choice of what can happen to us, but we always have a choice of how we respond.”

“Oh… I like this lesson, it includes dinner!” Anakin said adding some cheese to the mash.

“Well said brilliant man.” You winked over your mug to Obi Wan. “I second that motion!”

After a wonderful meal and many stories of your favorite Life Days as younglings the three of you were enjoying dessert and more Kaf. Standing up you reached into your pack for the presents you had for them. “Here Anakin this ones for you.”

Opening it Anakin immediately started bouncing off the chair with joy. “WIZARD! It’s a schematic pad!”

“I hope its ok?” Seeing him nod excitedly made you happier than anything. “Thought you could use it to start doodling lightsaber designs.”

“Thank you Master Y/n and Master Obi Wan! Can I take it to my room?”

“Yes but it’s late so try to be asleep soon.” Obi Wan said over the counter, watching the boy dash off finally leaving the two of you alone. He moved to the far end of the sofa in the day room, you joined him a few moments later bringing the present and two glasses. Eyeing you up and down a sensuous grin crossed his face. “Well wee woman what do you have for me there?”

Posing flirtatiously you batted your eyelashes at him. “Now you have to behave, at least till Anakin’s asleep.”

“Or you’ll do what wee one?” his tone deepening with the challenge issued. With a pull of the Force you landed on his lap and were instantly trapped. Obi Wan nuzzled into the crook of your neck kissing and breathing you in. “I’ve something for you as well darling, but as you said we must wait.”

“Maker Obi…” It came out a sigh, your brain trying to stay focused. Taking a deep breath you turned to face him better and handed him the package. “Hope you like it. I wasn’t sure what to get you, Qui Gon used to help me pick... but then I saw this.”

A sad smile crossed Obi Wan's face, but the memories no longer hurt. It gave him peace to be able to talk about his Master again. Pressing his head to yours he once more turned to the gift. Pulling the dusty bottle from the wrapping Obi Wan examining the label. “How did you even find this?”

“It’s from your home planet right?”

“Yes but… this is very hard to come by it takes so long to age.” Obi Wan was stunned that somehow you had obtained a bottle of authentic Scotch from Stewjon. He had only tasted the marvelous liquid a few times but it always felt like something warm and familiar. He turned you to face him, “What have I done to deserve such a thoughtful gift?”

“Your love has always been enough for me Obi Boy, nothing special needed.” You caressed the side of his face where his beard had really come in now. Slowly scratching the soft bristles caused you to grin, “I like this.”

“Really? Hmmm…” Oh this woman, what would Obi Wan do with you? Well, he certainly had an idea or two. “I want you to know sweetling… I know this isn’t what you’d planned, but I so grateful every day that you’re here with us.”

Blinking a few times you snugged into his shoulder. “Doubt that either of us would have planned this. That’s ok though, cause it's better. Like you said be the Kaf.”

Obi Wan was contented to hold you like this, just being in the moment. You on the other hand had started to squirm. Hmm two could play at this. Moving one of his hands on your thigh slowly up towards your apex, then around your hip to gently smack the rounded globes of your bottom. “Be patient…”

“I can be patient.” Leaning up you pressed your lips to his, trying to contain the desperation within you. pressing your lips softly against his, tongue slipping past begging to spar with his. Kisses becoming more hungry, nipping at his chin as you pulled away for air. Staring into his darkening pupils you gave a victorious grin. kissing along his jawline you whispered in his ear, “Very… Very… Patient.”

Obi Wan rolled you beneath him, placing the bottle on the floor. “Then behave wee one…or no present.”

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