#Sith Female Obi-Wan Kenobi

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thoughts?

-pretty clothes anon

Okay, this is PRETTY!

All I can think of is Sith Female Obi-Wan?

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An old sketch for a role reversal obikin au feat. fem!anakin

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The most depressing movie ever, killing myself fr

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Sith Obi-Wan x Reader x Sith Qui-Gon Jinn

Enjoy this fic that popped into my head while I was at work today. On another note, self indulgent fics really are the best, aren’t they?

Warnings: mentions of death, serious injury, manipulation, criminals, nausea and canon typical violence.

“Whereas some would call that pragmatism, I believe it demonstrates a lack of faith.”

Detective Olivia Benson stiffened but otherwise gave no response to indicate that she’d heard the words of the man who appeared from nowhere and stood next to her, watching the young woman breathe through a ventilator.

Olivia had a choice: subtly examine the new arrival or openly confront him about his identity. She chose the latter.

The man was taller than her. He wore a black robe that covered him from head to toe but didn’t hide the fact that he wore black robes. His hair was closely cropped and he had auburn hair with a matching beard and moustache.

She opened her mouth to demand answers but the man held up his hand, “I will not take your voice as I find that to be rude. Instead know that I will not answer your questions.”

“Why?” Olivia bit out.

“They are not important. The only question you should ask me is: Can you heal the woman in the room opposite us who unfortunately was targeted by a criminal?”

Silence followed the man’s question. Doubt and hope battled inside Olivia and the silence stretched until it became painful. Olivia was all too aware of the slightly mocking edge to the man’s voice.

“What do you want in exchange?”

The man’s eyes unsettled Olivia; they glinted as if she was playing right into his hands and she could have sworn they had a yellow ring in the iris in both eyes. Then she blinked and the rings were gone.

The unknown man smiled, confirming Olivia’s theory that she was being manipulated. “I want you to know that you made all the events in the next twenty-four hours possible.”

“Wait!” Olivia called out but it was too late. The woman on the other side of the window suddenly gasped deeply and loudly. Her eyes flew open and her panicked gaze darted around the hospital room.

“Thank you, Detective Benson. You were very useful.”

The unsettling man disappeared as quickly and soundlessly as he’d arrived and at the same time, the doors to the hospital wards banged open. You rushed in at a sprint with Eliott hot on your heels.

The concerned frown on your face only grew more pronounced when Eliott mentioned that the woman was sitting up in bed with the support of nurses and the doctor.

“Olivia.” Your voice was soft but it trembled and that worried her. “What happened?”

Olivia recounted her nearly one sided conversation with the strange man. You swallowed when she described his features and behaviour. You were so shaken that you reached for a seat and lowered yourself down into it with quivering hands.

“Do you know him?”

You nodded in resignation, “The man you met was once called Obi-Wan Kenobi. However terrifying he might be, he has nothing on his former Master. His name was Qui-Gon Jinn.”

“Was?” Olivia pressed, horror churning in her stomach and making her nauseous.

“There was a time when I counted both of those men, Jedi, as good friends. But then we were ambushed one day and I was badly injured as a result. They….removed the threat and vanished from my life. Years later, I heard rumours that they’d Fallen and become Sith Lords.”

“Can Sith Lords heal people?” Olivia inquired.

You looked up at her, “Not without a price.”

Obi-Wan’s final words began to play on a loop in Olivia’s mind, “What would the price be?”

“To use the dark side of the Force in that way, another innocent life must be surrendered otherwise the healing process will be reversed.”

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

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

Ohohooo, yes, bestie 😏❤️

Imperial Love

Ship: Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahhh, fuck- Obi Wan- ahh-"

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

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

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

[notes-from-sarah]

Fate of the Chosen One

Rating: T

Summary: Genderbend AU. Revenge of the Sith as retold with a complete universe genderbend. Anakin gives birth to her twins, but the Clone Wars rage on. When she has a dream foretelling of Padmé’s death, Anakin makes a decision that will alter the course of the galaxy.

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I originally started this fic six years ago to highlight just how male dominated the Star Wars universe is by doing a full universe genderbend. Every character save for Shmi Skywalker is the opposite gender in this fic and I think it makes for an interesting look at the world. I recently finished and revised this and am pretty happy with how it turned out.

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Anakin Skywalker, CC-1010 | Fox & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious & Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn & Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn & Ahsoka Tano (minor) Characters: Anakin Skywalker, CC-1010 | Fox, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Qui-Gon Jinn, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Additional Tags: Female Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, Anakin Skywalker Raised as a Sith, Teenage Anakin Skywalker, Mutual Pining, Friendship, Found Family, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, CC-1010 | Fox Needs A Hug, Obi-Wan Kenobi is Anakin Skywalker's Parent, Qui-Gon Jinn Lives, Possessive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hopeful Ending, Romance, Eventual Romance, First Kiss Series: Part 11 of Anakin/Clones Collection, Part 4 of Sith-Raised Anakin Fics

Summary:

Raised by Sidious and trained in secret as a Sith, Anika befriends Fox once the war breaks out. Too young to fight, she helps Sidious at the Senate. All the while, she becomes closer with Fox, and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka – Jedi she meets on a formal basis to whom she becomes quickly attached. Soon, she finds herself questioning if being a Sith is really what she wants.

Read on:

https://www.wattpad.com/1431606103-star-wars-one-shots-trapped-in-fleeting-moments

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14338477/1/Trapped-in-Fleeting-Moments

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Progeny

“Who was she?” She asked. Her father’s eyebrow raised up as he looked at her with amusement. 

“Who was who?”

“My mother. Who was she?” She clarified. 

“Why does it matter, child? The woman birthed you and gave you to me, that was all she was there for.”

“I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW WHO MY MOTHER WAS!” She shouted, jumping to her feet and standing in front of her father. “Every child deserves to know where they came from.”

“You came from me. I made you. The woman who birthed you has nothing to do with you. I am the one who raised you, nurtured you, gave you power and strength. I gave you purpose. Since the beginning you have been a reflection of me and my power.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down for the conversation. She walked, admittedly unsteadily to the door and latched it shut. When she turned her father was standing behind her, arms crossed.

“Jaarvek, please. You are my father. You are a part of me, and as much as I wish otherwise you always will be. That is why I never asked you before. All those years, I never asked. Even when you haunted me before, when Arcann, and later Vaylin were after me, I never asked you. But now, now I ask. The child I am raising just lost his mother. And I don’t even know my own mother’s name. So please, Jaarvek, who was she?”

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Dusk of Heroes

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

If you would like to be tagged in this fic, please let me know by leaving a comment on the fic or by sending me an ask. The mood board was made by me on Canva with images that I found on Google; credits to the original owners of the images.

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

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[qvnthesia]

THE ANGST

THE TENSION

I'm imagining Anakin just walking with his robe swishing and sweeping behind him and just looking like a total dream and snacc

(me rn, in my head)

My Very Soul (Chapter 29)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 28

Warnings: literally nothing, protective Ani, tiny bit of reader angst (as I have mentioned before--things are getting darker, and also, clone wars plots are not a thing in this)

Summary: As you and Anakin prepare to enter the battle on Felucia, your continuing nightmares complicate your relationship with your Master

Word Count: 3k

"Yuma," Master Windu said in a serious tone, "you have the floor."

         You quickly pulled your head up, snapping your mind back into attention. You stood in the middle of the council chambers, atop the High Council Tower, surrounded by the seated council members. You'd rarely been in this room—under normal circumstances, you would have been reverent, and fully focused.

         But you felt the worried presences around you now as if your head was in a beehive. The buzz of the different feelings and thoughts had started to drown out the spoken words of the council members. The hum around you had even begun to drown out your own anxiety about why you had been called to this meeting—you were desperate to return to the field, but you had a sneaking suspicion that Master Yuma was not about to let you participate in this new mission without a fight. The hum swelled, as if many people were speaking, rather than one person. You shook your head, trying to block it all out. You knew you needed to focus.

         "Thank you," Master Yuma said, giving you a brief and significant look before addressing the other council members. "Though I have already made my thoughts clear on this subject, I find my must repeat myself—while Y/N's force abilities have been an asset to us in the past, it is my position that under the current circumstances, they will be a liability on the battlefield. Given her experience with Count Dooku on Geonosis, I firmly believe that she should not be asked to serve in this war until we are able to make more progress with her...enhanced empathic abilities."

         You felt your face flush with anger and defiance, but you worked to control your reaction. You kept your eyes blank, glancing at Yuma's worried face before looking beyond her, out the window toward the teeming city below. You breathed in and out. You wiped yourself of emotion, pulling your Force presence densely and minutely into yourself.

         "With all due respect, Yuma," Master Plo Koon replied, looking between you and your former Master, "isn't Y/N the one who saw through Count Dooku's pretenses before the war even started? If we had listened to her warnings—"

         "I am not trying to belittle nor diminish my former Padawan's abilities," Master Yuma quipped harshly, cutting off the end of Master Plo's sentence. "I, more than anyone else, understand that her abilities far outstrip many in the order. But it is the nature of her abilities, not their potency, that we must consider now. She is not ready to face the realities of war."

         You kept still, allowing yourself to focus outward and take in the presences around you. You didn't turn around to look at them all, but you felt in the minds of the council members that Yuma's words were falling on deaf ears. Your insides grew spiky at the thought—with fear, or with excitement, you did not yet know. You held your breath.

         "Your perspective on this is valuable, Yuma," Master Windu replied, his voice full of authority. He turned to Yuma and leaned closer, his tone pacifying. "But we cannot afford to spare either of you any longer. The situation on Felucia has worsened. This could turn the tide of the war altogether." At his words, you felt Yuma's frustration swell, and something else rising in her presence. It felt like electricity, shocking her from her insides. It was panic, you realized.

         "Agree with Master Windu on this, I do," Master Yoda stated in his sage voice. "Worthy of our faith, Y/N has proven herself to be." You turned to look at Master Yoda, feeling a burst of affection. Why could Master Yoda find it within himself to have faith in you, when your own Master could not?

         "Very well," you heard Yuma reply shortly, and you avoided her eyes, turning instead to look at Obi-Wan, who sat on the other side of the circle, his legs crossed casually.

         "Perhaps," Obi-Wan said, meeting your gaze before turning to face Yuma, "Y/N might better serve under your leadership on this mission." You wrinkled your eyebrows, confused. "As Commander," Obi-Wan clarified, "of the 415th." The 415th was Master Yuma's clone battalion.

         "We have new battalions that need leadership," Master Windu protested, but Master Yoda held up a small, wrinkly hand.

         "Time to train a new battalion, there is not," Master Yoda said. "Right, Obi-Wan is. For the moment, serve as Commander Y/N will."

         "If she does well," Obi-Wan said, a twinkle in his eye, "she can advance in rank when we return from Felucia."

         "Right," Master Windu agreed, his intimidating stare lingering over you for a moment before he looked down at his holopad. "It's settled, then. Now, we have other business to attend to before we adjourn. Y/N, you are excused."

"Commander," you whispered angrily, "is the rank of a Padawan."

         "At least you're coming with us," Anakin whispered back, giving your hand a small and inconspicuous squeeze. The two of you hurried toward the hangar, your Jedi cloaks sweeping behind you.

         "As if I am not the youngest Knight in recent memory," you continued, like he hadn't said anything. Anakin sighed. "As if I am not more skilled than half of the generals in the Army of the Republic."

         "You're more skilled than all of the generals," Anakin replied, his face forming a small, teasing smirk. "Present company excluded, of course."

         "Then why?" you continued, Anakin's attempts at distracting you failing miserably. "Why does Master Yuma treat me like I'm weak? Like I need protecting?"

         Anakin didn't respond. The truth was, you did need protecting. Anakin knew it, and so did Yuma. Your empathy, for all its uses in interrogation, in meditation, in spiritual practice, was dangerous when it came to war. Your tendency to hesitate before the kill, your reluctance to make the difficult choices required of a soldier, your inability to face darksiders without succumbing to their influence—all of these things meant that you were not to be trusted on the battlefield, at least, not on your own. And it was a good thing that you would not be on your own, Anakin reasoned, looking at your face as you huffed along beside him, your angry pout causing a warm and spiraling feeling to rise in his torso. You would be with him, and he could protect you. That was all that mattered.

         "Yuma is overreacting," Anakin said quietly as the two of you emerged out of the blast doors and onto the large hangar. This, he thought, was at least a partial truth. "Because she's worried about you." Anakin leaned away from you and took a step to the side, making sure none of the clones that littered the hangar would have any reason to suspect his relationship with you was anything more than professional.

         "But you aren't," you said, turning to Anakin and giving him a blazing stare, your eyes piercing. "Right? You have faith that I can do this?" Anakin's insides flipped. How he had assumed he could keep his thoughts to himself around you, after knowing you so long, he didn't know.

         "Of course you can do this," Anakin replied swiftly, taking a tentative step toward you and holding your gaze. "I know you can do this." And he wasn't lying, not really. The two of you, together, could most certainly take on any battalion, droid or otherwise.

         You stared at Anakin for a brief moment, narrowing your eyes, looking for any sense of falsehood. Anakin gulped. Then the sound of familiar footsteps interrupted your standoff, and he watched you subtly take a step away from him, putting on a casual demeanor.

         "Are you ready?" Obi-Wan asked, glancing at Anakin before turning attentively to look down at you, paying you extra attention. You nodded fervently, and Anakin saw a hint of irritation cross your face.

         "Where's Yuma?" you asked, keeping this frustration from entering your voice.

         "Already aboard, assembling the 415th," Obi-Wan answered, looking more closely at your face, as if to make sure you were okay. You nodded at him, keeping your face stoic, but Anakin noticed a bit too much color in your cheeks. Obi-Wan turned to face him. "Anakin, you'll need to assemble the 501st on the right flank vessel," Obi-Wan instructed, "and then meet us for briefing on the command ship."

         "Right," Anakin said, his mind snapping back into leadership mode. It was hard to reconcile these two sides of him—the side he was with you, and the side he was with his clones, his soldiers.

         After making sure Rex had his battalion accounted for and in tip top shape according to protocol, Anakin boarded the command ship, walking swiftly through the halls as the vessel took off. As he approached the forward command center, he heard voices.

         "...just want to make sure you understand the gravity of the situation," he heard Yuma's voice say.

         "I understand, Master," Anakin heard you reply, your voice devoid of color. Anakin pressed the panel on the wall and the door opened. You and Yuma stood on opposite sides of the command deck, all but glaring at one another. Obi-Wan's tired face emerged between you. Next to Obi-Wan stood Marlo, the captain of Yuma's clone force.

         "Good, we're all here," Obi-Wan said, nodding to Anakin. "Yuma, if you please."

         "Of course," Yuma replied, turning away from you somewhat reluctantly. "As you all know, the situation on Felucia has come to a critical point." Yuma summoned a memory chip from atop the navicomputer with the Force, dexterously catching it between her fingers and sliding it into a spot beneath the command center's holo-deck. A holographic display of the Felucian terrain rose from the deck's consol. "The separatist army has taken control of the eastern front, and with it, they've gained control of the farming villages on this side of the river." Yuma pointed out the snaking form of the body of water in the middle of the hologram. "Our forces have managed to hold the line here, keeping control of the Commerce Guild headquarters, but the droid armies continue to launch attacks on the front." Yuma stood up straight, eyeing her fellows, taking on the posture of General. "If we lose the headquarters, we lose the planet, and with it the Perlemian trade route."

         "Once we arrive with our reinforcements, it shouldn't be hard to retake the eastern villages," Anakin said, cocky as ever. Yuma shook her head.

         "You mustn't underestimate the jungle environment. We're losing Clones to more than droids on Felucia." Yuma's face was tight.

         "What does that mean?" you asked, looking between Yuma and Obi-Wan.

         "It means poisonous fauna," Obi-Wan answered, stroking his beard and looking down at the holographic map, deep in thought. "It means disease, and bugs. It means jungle rancors," Obi-Wan looked up at you all somberly. "We'll need to strategize around the limitations of the planet."

         "Certainly," Master Yuma agreed. "Now, I suggest all of us retire to get as much sleep as possible during the journey. Rest will be hard to come by once we arrive." You nodded, your eyes glazed over. Anakin took a step closer to you as Obi-Wan turned away to give orders to the pilots. Yuma continued to converse in hushed tones with Marlo, discussing various possible strategic maneuvers.

         "Just like old times," Anakin whispered, feigning an unserious tone. You didn't look up. Your eyes were unfocused, clouded. Anakin reached for your arm, giving it a small shake.

         "Except for, you know. A galactic war," you responded slowly, finally focusing your eyes in on his face, giving him a small smile.

         "That," Anakin said quietly, glancing at Obi-Wan's turned back before reaching up to stroke your cheek, "and, now I can do this." Anakin watched your face relax as he softly pulled his fingers across your jaw, gently placing his thumb on your bottom lip.

         "Rest," Anakin heard Master Yuma's voice repeat from behind him, and the two of you quickly stepped away from each other, blushing.

You were running through a hot, arid desert, your skin scorched from the sun, your face bruised. You screamed into the hot, dry wind—for Anakin, for your Master, for anyone who could come and help you—but you heard no response. The dry air caused you to choke, and you fell down onto the ground...through the ground.

         You were topsy turvy, wrong side up. You fell through space until you landed, with a thud, on a snowy planet. Men in unfamiliar white uniforms surrounded you, and you put your hands up, as if to block your face. Where was your lightsaber? You felt your side, but couldn't find your weapon in time—the men started to shoot. You saw the light from the bullets...

         You blinked, and suddenly, you were surrounded by lava. Someone was coming, you knew, someone you needed to fear. You looked around, wondering where to hide. You blinked tears out of your eyes. It was all too much, this anger, this hate, this horrible feeling. It felt like everything in you was burning, like everything was wrong, like nothing would ever again be right. You felt a lurch somewhere in your middle.

         You blinked again, and suddenly, you were staring into a pair of bright, violet eyes, intent on the kill...

         "No!" you screamed, sitting up with a start, flailing your arms in the air, looking around for some weapon, for something with which you could defend yourself. You breathed heavily, gasping, trying to figure out where you were.

         "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to disturb you," you heard a familiar voice say. You blinked again, pushing your sweaty hair away from your face. Your breathing calmed slightly.

         You were in your bunk, on the command ship, and Yuma was entering to sit on the bunk across from yours. The dreams that had plagued you for months flashed again through your mind, but you quickly pushed the thoughts out of your head, pulling into yourself, sucking your presence out of the air.

         "It's okay," you said, quickly, swinging your legs off the bunk so you could face your former Master. "What is it?" You avoided Yuma's eyes, feeling the worry in her presence fill the cabin.

         "I wanted to make sure..." Yuma began, her voice sounding hesitant. You finally looked up to meet her gaze. "I wanted to see if everything was okay," Yuma corrected.

         "Everything's fine," you said in a calm voice. You knew you weren't fooling anyone. Your hands were still shaking. You clasped them on your lap, trying to calm yourself.

         "I also wanted to make sure you knew," Yuma continued, watching you carefully. "That my reluctance for you to join me and my batallion has nothing to do with my estimation of you, as a fighter or as a Knight." This was a loaded statement. You knew there was more in Yuma's presence behind these words.

         "I know," you said, in a mollifying tone. You had to remind yourself to breathe.  

         "With great power," Yuma said, staring you in the face with her kind eyes, sparkling as they did against the gold rings in her braids, "Often comes a great burden. You are very powerful, Y/N. You thus have a great burden to carry."

         "I know," you repeated, your voice shrinking.

         "That is why it will be crucial, while in the midst of battle, for you to follow my orders exactly." At these words, you felt a flame spark inside you—the flame of the old resentment, the frustration that had grown in the six months you'd been benched from the field.

         "I know," you responded flatly, staring at the wall. Yuma's presence softened.

         "Is there anything...you feel the need to confide in me?" Yuma asked quietly, and you felt in her presence that she was dwelling on your nightmares, the visions you'd accidentally shown her in the meditation room, and the visions that she had read from you in your sleep. Yuma's perception through the Force was flawed when compared with your own—she didn't read the fully formed images, thoughts, or feelings from you. Instead she read an echo, as if she were watching your thoughts through muddy glass, or as if she heard the inferior version echoed across a large cave. She didn't know the true essence of what plagued you in your sleep.

         For a moment you wanted to confide in her—tell her everything that you'd seen, tell her how deep the fear and terror was in each of your dreams. You wanted to cry into her shoulder and allow her to stroke your hair, the way she used to. You wanted her to tell you everything would be okay. But you held back—you knew that not even Master Yuma could make all of this okay. And you didn't want her to think you weak, not now, when you were finally being allowed to join in combat, against her wishes. You felt yourself close a shell around your vulnerability. You wanted to prove to Yuma that you could be a true soldier.

         "No," you said, trying to be convincing, but failing. "I'm ready for this," you added, swallowing as you looked into Yuma's eyes.

         "I know you are," Yuma said, smiling warmly at you and patting your head softly as she stood. Behind these words, Yuma's presence was unsure, fearful. You sighed.

         "You should get some sleep," you told Yuma, and she nodded, taking this as her cue to leave your quarters. She walked to the door and pressed the panel on the wall.

         "Rest well," Yuma said softly, turning back to look at you before exiting into the hallway of the ship.

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

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Denial One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

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

Warnings: Make out session

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And also loved him.

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

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

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

“This meeting is over,” Ahsoka said.

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

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

“Leave."

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

“Leave. Now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am no Jedi.”

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

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

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

“I don’t side with murderers.”

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

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

“Then you will die.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N)."

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

"What?"

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

It was all he needed.

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

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

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

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

"What are you do—"

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

"Anakin."

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

"(Y/N)."

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

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

“I am alive."

“Why did you turn?"

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

“Obi Wan told us,” I trailed off.

“I know.”

“Do you plan to kill me?”

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

“So, what will you do?” I questioned.

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

“What mistakes?”

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

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

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

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

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

"Maker, I missed you so much."

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

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

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

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

"No.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was madness.

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

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

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

"You are so beautiful, it is intoxicating."

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

The temple shook, I almost forgot it was collapsing.

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

"And you assume I'm coming?"

"I know you are."

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

Except we didn't care.

We weren't denying it any longer.

Back in business since the recent Ahsoka episode. Hope you all enjoyed!

[vibrantbirdy]

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

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

Thank you so much 💙

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

(Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first.)

(Masterlist of my fics can be found here.)

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

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

Now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is he doing here? Of all places.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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30 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's this?"

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

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

"Oh," you say, faltering.

It all sounds rather meaningful and symbolic.

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

He smiles reassuringly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Master Qui-Gon..."

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

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

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

"I don't want to hear it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodbye, Princess."

"Goodbye, Obi-Wan."

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Now

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

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

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

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

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

You hope he'll be back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Princess?"

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

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

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

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

It's not quite a lie.

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

A shadow of uncharacteristic sadness suddenly passes over his face.

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

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

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

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

"I'll let you get settled."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obi-Wan touches your face and smiles sadly.

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

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

"I can't."

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Now

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

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

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

"Hello old friend," you say.

"Princess."

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

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

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

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

"And you are more radiant than ever."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am sorry, truly."

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

"For all the wasted years," he continues.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lieutenant-teach]

'The Acolyte' - my short review

Why was ‘The Acolyte’ created? What’s the point of the series that doesn’t answer any questions it asks. About Sith – we still don’t know more than we know from previous projects (not touching books, not everyone reads books). About Jedi – so blatant shitting on canon and contradicting everything that was before it’s laughable. About the Force – ‘it’s not how the Force works!’, you cannot create life out of the Force, it’s bending it to your will which is canonically unnatural (contrary to a popular belief, Anakin wasn’t created by Darth Plagueis, he was created by the Force itself as a response to his perverse meddling with it). About mystery of the twins – no one explained anything about the vergence or how Osha and Mae is one person in two bodies.

Specific take on the infamous ‘the Force is female’. Now Osha is marveled as being SO powerful, because she’s created from the Force by two lesbian mommas. Fuck Anakin and Shmi with her immaculate conception, apparently – he’s a MAN, you see! I really hope there will be no season 2, otherwise I’m afraid Leslye Headland will create a story of the same cosmic importance, if not more, about Osha and Mae – fuck you twice, Anakin!

I watched it with my Jedi-lenses on – so I managed to get some pleasure. The Jedi characters were ok, I’d like to see more of them (if they wouldn’t have been killed halfway through the show and never recalled later). It was easier to watch while mentally debunking bad takes with ‘it’s not how Jedi are, it’s just the author’s personal misunderstanding’. Attachment in SW/Buddhist sense is flowing freely through the series, Osha, Mae and Sol are primary examples what can happen if allow attachment blind your judgement, I liked that – but I’d love it, if it was what the author intended. All in all, the Jedi were depicted more or less fine, individuals could make mistakes or make wrong decisions – but the negative framing of the Jedi destroys the perception and appropriateness of such writing (considering general not Jedi-friendly attitude in fandom).

It was nice to see the Temple again, in its full beauty and blossom. Cute younglings. Nice sunshine-and-white clothes – though I know Headland implied they’re too pure, too infallible… But whatever she thinks – Jedi deserve beautiful golden robes.

Fun fact: before the finale I rewatched ‘Obi-Wan Kenobi’ series. Now my heart bleeds like Osha’s poor kyber-crystal – how infinitely nicer ‘OWK’ is, how you feel like watching real Star Wars, not some politically-fanonish badly stitched together vomit the ‘The Acolyte’ is. Abysmal writing with the plot holes ‘The Millennium Falcon’ can fly through (I loved OWK and TBOBF, mind you!), utter disrespect of the lore, weak performance of the lead actress – why and for whom was ‘The Acolyte’ created? Even on IMDb more casual viewers point out all the writing/plot flaws that are discussed by ‘rabid’ fans – so it’s not a problem of ‘toxic fans’, but the problem with the project itself and everyone who put their hand on it.