#and obi-wan is like you want to cut his hair???

[v3nic3b]

𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

Warnings: 18+, p in v, unprotected sex

Anakin grunts, irritated, as the sound of his com-link echoes through the room, amidst the clothes scattered on the floor. The sound of the device cuts through the comfortable silence of the morning, an inconvenient reminder of his duties at the Jedi Temple, signaling that his time alone with you has come to an end.

He tries - in vain - to untangle himself from your body without waking you. You immediately open your eyes, fixing your sleepy gaze on the young Jedi who is getting out of bed. You move your left hand, trying to bring him back to bed. “Ani, come back. Now.”

A soft smile escapes his lips as he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead. “Go back to sleep, love.” The faint morning light casts a gentle glow on his golden curls, which cascade softly over his forehead. “Obi-Wan is waiting for me.”

“Please” you say, looking at him with doe eyes, gripping his arm more firmly in an attempt to pull him back into the bed. Surprisingly, he gives in. The mattress sinking under his weight. “Babe, I...” he starts to protest, but suddenly shudders as you begin placing kisses along his jaw.

“That’s... not fair.” He draws in a shaky breath, his morning arousal pressing against your thigh. You know it isn’t - still, you find yourself trying to hold on to every brief second with him, as if by sheer will, you could stretch them into eternity. “Want you, Ani... Inside.” You whisper as you wrap one of your legs over his body, hooking it around his waist.

All the self-control he has disappears, and he attacks your lips with raw intensity, every fiber of his body consumed by his need for you. “Fuck, babe” and before you can let out another desperate plea he’s inside you.

A soft groan escapes your lips. Eyes fluttering shut, as your hands reach up to tangle gently in Anakin’s hair. Low, incoherent pleas spilling from his mouth as he starts moving, his face hidden against the warmth of your neck. Your sounds echoing through the room, like a prayer.

“Mhmm, so... so good, Ani- making me feel so good,” Anakin bites your shoulder as he intensifies his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out at a faster pace, nearly bursting into flames at being praised. “Fuck... squeezing me so tight, babe... shit” He grips your hips, pulling you closer as if he feared you might slip away if he didn’t hold on.

The new angle pushes you towards the edges of an orgasm and before you realize it, your breathing fails and you are coming undone. He lifts his head and watches you, intently, as your body rode it out. After a few more thrusts, Anakin cums, collapsing on top of you. His mind hazy, wanting nothing more than to remain in this moment forever.

The sunlight pours into the room, and for a moment, all that can be heard is your heavy breathing, until Anakin's com-link buzzes again. “Shit, Obi-Wan’s gonna kill me.”

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[jedi-starbird]

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

[starrdream]

would you be up to doing a nsfw alphabet for Anakin? If so thank you!

Absolutely! Mind you I've never done this so my apologies if I messed some letters up.

Anakin Skywalker nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare

Anakin is big on aftercare. If he doesn’t take care of his sweet girl after wearing her out so thoroughly then who will? He’ll cuddle you and make sure you’re okay. Depending on time of day you guys make food together or go out to eat afterwards.

B = Body part

He likes all of his muscles, really. He spent all those years training and loves it when you pine over them. On you, let’s be real, everything. He loves absolutely everything about you. But Anakin is definitely a tits guy. Loves sucking, groping and doing literally anything with them.

C = Cum

Absolutely loves to cum on and in you. Likes to do it on your tits when in missionary and your face when you’re giving him head. It just turns him on even more to see your skin soaked in his release.

D = Dirty secret

Before the two of you ever started dating, Anakin was down bad. Since the cheap holovids weren't cutting it anymore, he'd use the force to make visions of you naked and masturbate off of that. Once he even tried to manipulate your thoughts into having rather inappropriate dreams of him. Never really worked though.

E = Experience

Aotc!Anakin is definitely inexperienced and almost completely clueless. Rots!Anakin on the other hand..This man knows what to do, when and how to please you. He probably knows what you like better than you do.

F = Favorite position

Anakin has a few favorites. He fucks you in missionary and cowgirl the most. His absolute favorite would probably be reverse cowgirl because it’s equally hot and intimate-the way he can be as close, touchy and as foul as he wants really gets him going. He can do anything-play with your tits and clit, spank your ass into oblivion. Even better if it’s in front of a mirror. If you guys are fucking anywhere but the bed and the couch he’ll do it doggystyle. It’s the easiest and most comfortable one, especially in the kitchen and shower. Always up for anything you wanna try.

G = Goofy

Anakin is a tease by nature and I feel like he’d drop a harmless tease when he thinks it’s appropriate. Nothing serious that could ruin the mood though.

H = Hair

He’s not the type to be clean shaven 24/7 but he does his best to keep it neat. Same goes for all the other hair on his body-shaved, gets waxed, gets regular haircuts etc.

I = Intimacy

Absolutely yes. He believes that that’s the first and most important thing to worry about in moments like these. He’s usually super caring during sex and will whisper the sweetest things to you.

J = Jack off

Aotc!Anakin would jerk off a bunch. I’m talking as many times he could fit in a day. He is a horny teenager after all. When he’s on missions with Obi-wan and, for obvious reasons, can’t get a few minutes for himself he’ll get annoyed and frustrated.

Rots!Anakin doesn’t jerk off often. Maybe once or twice every two weeks. Why would he need to? He has you. He only jerks off if you’re not there or he’s away. Prefers to have you do it anyway.

K = Kink

Anakin has the biggest mommy kink but absolutely refuses to acknowledge it because he thinks it’s embarrassing. You definitely know and he acts on it subconsciously. Besides that he’s definitely into praising as well as degrading you. That goes for him, too. He loves being praised especially after a long day.

Also, you can’t convince me he wouldn’t use the force inappropriately. He is the chosen one after all, why not use his ‘special’ abilities for more than good.

L = Location

His favorite is obviously in the comfort of your own home-in your bedroom, kitchen, shower, living room..But if there’s a chance to slip you panties down in a public bathroom or his speeder you best believe he’s taking it.

M = Motivation

Sometimes the mere thought of you is enough to turn him on. He’ll get all hot and bothered if he walks in on you changing/showering and you pay him no mind, just going on with your task. If he hears you let out one of those soft moans when you wake up, especially in the morning, he’ll be as hard as a rock in seconds. Big on foreplay too, he loves it.

N = No

He wouldn’t be down for anything that’ll hurt you (knife play etc..). He also looks like someone who wouldn’t enjoy threesomes that much. Why share when he can have all of you? He’d hate to see some other guys shoving himself down your throat and such.

O = Oral

He’s a sucker for head. He could never get enough of the way your soft lips feel wrapped around him. Loves to see you on your knees, struggling to fit him all the way in as tears blur your vision.

Loves to eat you out too, more for his pleasure than yours. Came just from the noises you make while he’s sucking and lapping at your pussy more times than he’d like to admit.

P = Pace

Always depends on his mood. If you pissed him off earlier in the day or something happened, he’s definitely rough. On every other occasion he asks or goes off of your reactions. If you’re enjoying yourself while he’s slow-he’ll keep it that way. If you ask him to go harder, he will.

Q = Quickie

Depends on the situation. He doesn’t like to rush things with you because he wants it to be special and feel good. But if you’ve been teasing him all day and he’s half hard minutes before he has to leave for a meeting or a mission he won’t think twice before blowing your back out against the wall. He’s always down for it, even in the bathrooms of the Jedi Temple.

R = Risk

If there’s one thing that Anakin does consistently it’s take risks. If the Council is having a meeting in the room next to you, he’ll fuck you harder and faster, make sure you’re one loud mess before placing a hand over your mouth to shut you up.

He’ll definitely look forward to fucking you somewhere semi-public. Just the thought of being able to get cough turns him on even more.

S = Stamina

Considerng he’s spent a lot of time in training, he’s got quite the stamina. But because he’s afraid of hurting you he’ll go for as long as you’ll let him. I feel like he’d be able to last a good 4-5 rounds before it becomes too much and borderline uncomfortable.

T = Toys

Doesn’t use them on himself nor you. Not the biggest fan of them. Why would he waste money on stuff like that when you have each other? I think it would take some convincing to get him to try it and he wouldn't be the biggest fan of it.

U = Unfair

He is unfair. He’ll edge you for as long as he can, either completely denying or drawing out your orgasm. To top it off he’ll be super encouraging and sweet, only making it worse. Likes to tie you up and make you watch him masturbate or lazily tease you with his fingers while typing away at his data pad.

V = Vocal

Absolutely. Anakin whimpers like a baby and I will die on that hill if I have to. It doesn’t matter if he’s top, bottom, receiving or giving head you can hear him always even if it’s soft grunts and puffs. And he’ll be all proud of it, not even attempting to tone it down because 1) the Jedi Temple walls are thick; and 2) he knows you’re a sucker for it. He’ll be all up in your ear moaning and huffing with every thrust.

W = Wild card

I previously mentioned Anakin using the force. Sometimes he’ll think his skills (both bedroom and Jedi) aren’t enough and he has this weird fantasy of making you cum just by using his mind-aka the force. He’ll sometimes try to do so while you guys are already having sex, just to see if he can make you cum faster. And boy, it does not disappoint when you’re basically shaking under him in seconds. Definitely boosts his ego.

He’d never admit it because he doesn’t know how to approach the whole conversation and is afraid of your reaction, but he’s been thinking about fucking you in your sleep. A lot. He’ll wake up randomly throughout the night or earlier than you in the morning and be painfully hard. He’s never acted on it because he never asked and he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries. There’s just something appealing about you completely submitting to him and not being able to do anything about it. He doesn’t even have to fuck you properly, if you let him slip his cock through those thighs he’ll be more than happy.

X = X-ray

I’m thinking somewhere around 6.5-7 inches. Nothing huge-just big enough for you to feel full. It’s thick so he definitely stretches you out good before stuffing you full of him. I’d say he has prominent veins you can feel wether you’re stroking him or sucking him off.

Y = Yearning

Anakin is the textbook definition of yearning. This man would do anything for you. He’s cuddly and clingy in the comfort of your own home it’s weird to see him so serious and stoic in meetings or in public. Though he’s definitely not afraid to display affection in public. He’ll leave a lingering kiss, wrap an arm around your shoulders and stare at you with those love-sick eyes like there’s no tomorrow. He’s very proud to be with you and makes sure you know you’re his priority at all times.

Z = Zzz

I just know he already has issues with sleeping because of his nightmares. That doesn’t mean he won’t be knocked out in a span of 5 minutes if you guys have been at it for a while. He would try his best to never fall asleep before you do though, he needs to make sure you’re satisfied and just as sleepy as him before he lets himself rest. Very cuddly in his sleep too.

A/n: Sorry for not posting I was busy studying for mocks. Honestly I got so cooked I should’ve just written fanfiction instead😭😭

[skywalkoverme]

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫: One Shot

SPOILERS FOR EP 3!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Forced to fight your master.

Warnings/contains: breath play, dom! male, sub! fem, master/padawan, forced submission, finger fucking, choking, hair pulling, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

a/n: Warning for breath play again!!!

Word Count: 1.9k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

*Debriefing at the Jedi Temple.*

Anakin arrived late. He stood at the entrance of the door, his arms folded. When you spotted him, you quickly ran to his side. “Haven’t seen you all day. Where ya been at?” You asked quietly as the Masters spoke.

He didn’t bother looking down at you. “Is that important?”

You quickly shook your head. “No. I’m sorry.”

“Go back inside the room, [Y/n].”

You quickly snapped your head towards him. He rarely called you by your name, it was either your nickname or something sweet like it. Although you wanted to stay beside him, something pulled you back towards the center of the room. From beside Obi-wan, you snuck glances at Anakin; However, it was hard to read his expression due to the shadow that hid his face. But you could feel it— his gaze as it ran over each of the masters, their padawans…and you. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as his focus narrowed.

The meeting soon concluded and in a blink of an eye, Anakin was gone again. “Somethings wrong, Master.” You whisper to Obi-wan.

“I know.”

“…what’s gonna happen? I need to know.” Obi-wan folded his arms, reading your expression. You were far too emotional to hear the truths they were discovering about the chancellor and your Master, Anakin Skywalker. “Don’t leave me out.”

“It’s not my decision.” You swallowed your spit. “Think before you speak.” Before you could say anything back, he pointed to the door. “Take a walk, get some rest.”

You pushed open the doors to the courtyard and stormed out of the building. How dare they?! ‘Obviously, Master is going through something!’ You thought as you stomped on twigs and dried leaves. How dare they not tell you? Never have you felt so left out, confused…hurt. You sat under the gazebo, holding your cheeks, your knees below your head.

That night in bed, you left all the doors open, as well as the windows. You lay on your back; gentle exhales left your lips as the night turned over into the wee hours of the morning. The white sheets stuck to your skin as you tossed in your bed, asleep yet bothered. Your fingers sunk through your hair and to your scalp.

You could hear a heartbeat; it sounded like a rhythmic warning, a soulless chant.

“Stop!” You quickly ignited your lightsaber, holding it over your head to block your master’s strike. Your heart pounded louder as he pushed down harder. His eyes dead from beneath the shadow of his cloak. “Master!” He drew back before striking again. You pushed yourself off the bed. His saber came down on your bed, cutting through the layers of cotton and springs. You didn’t have time to process how much strength he must have put into the strikes. “Anakin! Stop!” A whimper left your lips. “What are you doing?! Master!”

“Be still.” He commanded.

“What are you doing?!” He raised his lightsaber to you once more, quickly cornering you before bashing down in quick succession to tire you. Cutting through the dark room, the green and blue sabers gave you quick glances at his face. With every defensive maneuver, you found yourself closer to the ground. “Anakin! Please!” You screamed, looking for the nearest exit. From the corner of your eye, you spotted your second lightsaber. “Why are you doing this?” You ask softer as he pressed down onto your blade.

“I need to.”

“No, no, you don’t!” Your right fist knocked him in the cheek, pulling his hood off. Anakin took a moment to clench his jaw. Across the room, you snatched your second saber from your sheets. “Anakin, I don’t know what’s happened to you but trust me. Please? I can help!”

“I- I’ve already…done too much. I will not be forgiven.”

You quickly shook your head. “I forgive you. Just please: don’t fight me.” He slowly stepped to you. “Anakin.” When he ignited his saber again, you moved back and did the same. “What did you come here to do?” You asked, more heartbroken than you even realized.

“Jedi are so close minded…you are weak and need to be exterminated.”

“What are you saying? You’re a Jedi! You’re my Master! Anakin Skywalker.”

He shook his head and drew his hood back over his brown curls. “You are lost.” Your eyebrows furrowed as he traded his lightsaber to the other hand. Without much struggle, he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Drop them.” He held the saber to your neck and brought you to your knees. Sweat ran down your forehead, bosom and hands. He tucked the hilts of your sabers on his belt. “If you try to do something slick, I will kill you. If you try to run, I’ll kill you.” You nodded; your brown eyes glared up at him. Your fists balled in frustration, and confusion, but you looked helpless. “You look furious.” Blue light from his weapon shone on your skin, slightly purple. “…it suits you.”

“You’re the chosen one. How could you?!”

“You misunderstand.” He kneeled beside you, his body pressed against yours; Anakin’s fingers were buried in your hair, pulling back so you could look him in the eye. “I am going to restore peace. The Jedi way has failed you as well as the republic.” You shook your head. “You aren’t my padawan any longer, but I’ll give you a tip.” You listened when he pulled tighter, his saber nearly against your skin. You could feel the heat of his saber and his body completely envelop you. “If someone has your life in their hands, be a good girl.” You exhaled sharply, looking up into his eyes. Anakin bit his lip, taking a few shameless glances at your physique. He slowly pressed his lightsaber against your skin.

“A- AHH!” He left a burn line on your skin.

“Breathe. It’s just a mark.” Huffs left your lips as you reached for your neck. “Aht! No.” His grip on your hair was tight as he pulled you back. Once more, the lightsaber went close to your skin. Your eyes shifted to his hand, scarred and tightly around the hilt; his blue veins shifted with the pure anger that coursed through him.

“Don’t kill me.” Your voice was a whisper; those pleading, beautiful eyes of yours refused to leave his alone.

“That is not how the Sith work. I ‘must’ kill you.” He said with a chuckle. With a quickness, you snatched your saber from his belt.

Anakin gripped the front of your throat, your back against his chest. “S- I can’t-” You gasped for air, and he loosened his grip—slightly.

In your two hands, you gripped the hilt. “You aren’t going to hurt me.” With every exhale, your head grew light, your vision blurred. “Don’t pass out just yet.” His grip alternated between tense and soft, “There you go~” The sweat from your pores ran down your forehead, back and arms. Anakin’s head pressed against yours, his warm breath on your temple. With every release he gave you, you took in as much oxygen as you could which didn’t help. If anything, it made your vision blurrier. “Tell me to stop.” His lips grazed your face. “Say it.” A pathetic moan left your lips as you fought the high. Your lightsaber began to slip from your grip, the tip burned into the rug beneath you. “You couldn’t kill me if you tried, weakling. Isn’t that right?” Strained from his grip, you nodded.

Hair stuck to your skin, wet with sweat and frizzy from the humidity. Anakin glared to his left; your room’s mirror reflected your weakness. You hadn’t noticed your feet that dangled above the ground or the saber you once held, now on the rug. “Look at how far you’ve come.” His every word filled your mind; each syllable bounced off the walls of your conscience. “Don’t you dare give up, [Y/n].” The curve of your ass pressed on his belt; your hands reached for his. From your sleep shorts, you could feel your heat rise to the pit of your stomach. Quickly, you pressed your thighs together.

You’ve known for years that violence made him hard. On the trips back to Coruscant, you could see his bulge from under his robes after a battle. As the years went on, he would put less effort into hiding it.

Your struggled moans fueled his arousal, the feel of your heartbeat under his flesh; as it slowed, he groaned helplessly. Again, he started the cycle: letting you get a couple of breaths before grabbing your throat tightly. “I haven’t…had to chance to play with one of your kind in a long time.” A confused whimper left your lips. “From your system, Idiot. Staying professional all these years… ‘Padawan, this’. ‘Padawan, that’.” His nose dragged up your neck, into your hair. “Don’t act innocent. I know what you write in that little journal.” He nodded towards your bedside. “I’m a hot topic.”

Anakin released you, letting you fall onto the ground. He kicked your fallen saber out to the balcony where you couldn’t reach. You held your throat, forcing yourself to cough. When he turned his back to you, you pushed yourself towards the door. “Where are you goin’?” Once again in his grip, he pushed you up against the wall. Now in both his hands, you faced him.

“P- please, Master. Just leave me.”

Anakin shook his head. “Seems you don’t want me to.” Your legs wrapped around his hips. “Your sweat…smells like fear. In all its forms.” He took a long glance at your now exposed pussy from the side of your shorts.

Your hands pushed at his face, covered his eyes. His fleshy digits ran up and down your slit. “Oh? Where’s your protest?” His fingers teased your throbbing clitoris. “I asked you a question.”

“I- I won’t fight you.”

“Because this is what you want?” You didn’t answer and Anakin pressed the front of your throat with his metal hand. “You were so vocal earlier.” He shook his head, leaning in close to you. Your noses touched as his fingers slowly pressed into you.

Such tense blue eyes glared at you, admiring the way your breasts moved with each body roll, judging your gasps--- “I- I’m tired.” You whimpered. “You just tried to kill me! Y- you’re insane!”

“Do you really think I’m insane?” He asked as he read your lewd expression.

“You don’t care what I think.” You struggled out.

He does. “I don’t. You’re right.” He licked his messy fingers before pushing them back inside of you.

A/n: Hope you enjoyed! Mwah <3 I think I'll stick to lace dividers! They're so cute!

Word Count: 1.9k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

[kingnlionhearts]

✧ exile (what a ghostly scene)

. *. ⋆ Anakin / Vader x Reader

summary: you were bail organa’s ward, raised on alderaan with your younger sister. in the twilight of the clone war, you and anakin fell in love. when the war died, it dragged you and anakin to early graves with it — leaving only darth vader behind. even after years without you, he still wants you back. and there is nothing he would not do to bring you back to him. . .

tags: angst, tragic romance, suitless vader, no y/n, gn reader, inspired by the 2020 vader comics & vader immortal, past major character death, mourning, vader needs a hug, resurrection

note: my first reader/second person fic — i’m sorry if the tense is bad ajsjwjwjqjq. i’ve had this in my drafts for soooo long and i finally decided to finish it 🫶

word count: 1k

part 1 of 4

The stars have died, fizzling out into oblivion. All that remains is a charcoal heart that once belonged to Anakin Skywalker.

The boy from Tatooine is unreachable now, trapped inside the twisted soul of Darth Vader. The galaxy’s beloved Hero With No Fear is gone. With the rise of the Empire, the Jedi and their sympathisers will be erased from memory. A clean slate to start a new era.

Three years after the creation of the Empire, Darth Vader stands alone. His tower on Mustafar is isolating; its strategic position is a constant reminder of that day. His injuries still hurt sometimes: phantom itches on his now metal legs; scars from his burns that did not fully heal. The medical droids say he is lucky — the fire could have done more serious damage, and he could have been forced to rely on a suit keeping him alive for the rest of his days. Instead, the ebony coloured mask and suit he wears are to conceal his identity. A precaution so that Anakin Skywalker can fade from people’s tongues and memory, leaving the tyranny of Darth Vader in its place.

The weight of his failures is not the heaviest burden. Darth Vader drowns in his anger and grief. He was not strong enough to kill Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was not strong enough to save you.

(All things die. Even stars burn out.)

You were the stars in his sky, his light in the dark, the silvery moon to his blazing sun. So tender and kind. Perhaps your heart was too good for this world. Perhaps, it was your weakness all along. (How could peace ever love a dragon?)

Since you met, you had been Anakin’s sun. You anchored him; guided him home. You were his destiny. And, without you, the galaxy had turned cold. The fiery world outside, all hot air and lava fields, only stood as a reminder of his failure. He’d lost you. After everything Anakin had tried — surrendering himself to the dark side, betraying the light — he could not save you. Time had not quelled the pain.

Vader wonders if you would still recognise him. His copper hair has grown longer (he remembers how you used to cut it for him after he returned from another mission, and you’d giggle as you braided thin locks together), but his face hides behind an obsidian mask. You always loved the blue of Anakin’s eyes, but now they are blazing amber.

Mornings are the only time Vader allows himself to dwell on the past. It is when he finds himself alone and does not have to hide.

Vader recalls how you arrived on Mustafar like it was yesterday. (You haunt him every waking moment.) He could sense your conflicted emotions as soon as you disembarked your ship. Vader wasted no time approaching you, drawing you into his arms (where you belonged; where you were safe). His lips reconnected with yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces as he kissed you hungrily, his hands settled on your hips to keep you close.

You and Anakin had met after turning nineteen. He and Obi-Wan were called to Alderaan to protect the Queen and Viceroy from an assassination attempt. Being their ward, you had been there the whole time and quickly formed a connection with the young padawan — your relationship had blossomed during the Clone Wars.

He rested his forehead against yours as you spoke. “I heard terrible things. Tell me none of it is true.”

Vader hadn’t replied immediately and instead drew his head back to look at you. He would tell you any sweet lie if he needed to as he fought to quell the anger flaring in his eyes. “What have you been told?”

“Obi-Wan told me—”

Vader’s grasp around you tightened protectively. “Obi-Wan is alive?”

“He said you’d killed Jedi. Killed younglings.”

“You must not believe him, my love. He’s a traitor.”

It wasn’t the answer you sought, and you took a step backwards out of your husband’s grasp. “What have you done?”

“I did this for you. To save you.” He cupped your chin in his flesh hand and whispered your name. “I love you.”

Your eyes trained into his. There was no denial, no remorse in his stature; his only regret was letting Obi-Wan tell you anything.

He repeated his words. “I did this for you.”

From the shadows of your cloak, you drew a blaster. Only a small, weak thing. Vader watched your hands tremble. He did admire your courage. “Fix this,” you demanded. “Please,” you begged.

Anger flickered in Vader’s eyes. He had never seen you unimpressed with him. With an easy glide of his hand, Vader used the Force to knock the blaster out of your grip and pin your arms by your sides

“I am stronger than the Chancellor now,” he explained desperately, drawing you to his side. “I can overthrow him. Then you and I can be together; we can run away — just like you always wanted to.”

(But you didn’t. He lost you. Some might call you a traitor — Vader maintains that you were misguided.)

Three years later, regret still festers inside Vader’s hollow soul. There must have been a way to save you.

He misses you endlessly: craving your touch and the sound of your voice. (There is nothing Vader desires more than to have you back in his arms.)

Part of him wants to forget. To cast his memories of you into an abyss; to put the past behind him. But it is an impossible task. You are too well tangled into his soul. You haunt him. (And you’ll haunt him until his death.)

Today, there is no time to focus on you. A new morning brings meetings and training. You were Anakin’s Achilles Heel — but Darth Vader shows no such weakness. As Vader sits on his throne, reading over mission logs and other updates from the spread of the Empire across the galaxy, he receives a message: he must make his return to Coruscant immediately. (Your memory pulls him under the ocean again until he can no longer breathe.)

[littlelostmoon]

Hey, welcome. I love to hear other people's headcanons about my husband (obiwan). And I also leave a request if you are open ofc 🫶🏻

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assorted obi-wan headcanons a/n thanks for the req! i have a ton of random hcs for obi-wan & they're so fun to actually write down lmao. hope you're having a nice day (..◜ᴗ◝..) tags gender neutral reader. sfw & nsfw (at the end). alcohol mentioned.

silly / random

vegetarian although he rarely has the time to cook for himself. i don't see him as the holier-than-thou type, just never liked meats. probably the texture?

a few years after the battle on mustafar he buzzed his hair again (lmao) but ended up hating it & wore a hood until it was mullet-length.

his living area in coruscant is completely devoid of personality to discourage lingering. literally the most basic furniture and plain, dark walls. unscented everything. sterile like a fancy hotel room.

never listens to music and will not give you his opinion on a song even if your life depended on it.

very modest with alcohol. only got super drunk once in his life (padawan years) and tried to irritate everyone around him. now, he has such amazing self control & hardly anyone can tell if he's been drinking. to make matters worse, he's not a social drinker. visits the corner of a bar on special occasions. you learned to ask if he's 'had a few' if he's acting sassier than usual.

when alone, he sleeps flat on his back with one arm folded over his chest. only one pillow needed.

this man hates fizzy drinks for some reason.

when the weather is cold, his nose area and lips get really dry. probably keeps one of those mini moisturizing balms on-hand and doesn't care if people think he looks weird with it smeared on.

romantic

obi-wan's body is a furnace. i don't make the rules. always so warm and cuddly. dizzy and feverish. if you're laying with him, nine times out of ten you'll have to cool off at some point.

while we're on the topic— he cuddles you in his sleep. always murmuring your name and tightening his grip on your waist.

whatever your hair care routine is, no matter what hair type you've got, he learned it and will offer to wash / braid / cut / dye / oil it for you. every. single. time. have you seen his hair? he knows what he's doing.

initiates hand-holding mostly by putting his hand on top of yours and waiting for you to lace them together.

in his younger years, he was a shameless flirt / womanizer as an act of rebellion against the 'rules,' but post-tpm era, he's a lot more serious about it (though some witty moments come through after he feels comfy). more interested in inviting you over for tea because you're out of teabags, or offering to clean / fix things for you. things you can almost brush off as friendliness.

yes, i'm dropping hints that his (giving) love language is acts of service.

loves having his back scratched, though he refuses to ask for it. he has no idea that it's a common relaxing gesture— thinks it's some quirk of yours that you sometimes do while zoned out. stays completely still so you forget to stop.

mild nsfw

this man does not wear any sort of undergarments. sorry. this isn't even something i care about yet i feel it so strongly for him. he's constantly wearing so many layers of soft, loose-fitting linen that he simply doesn't need to.

would never sleep naked, though. he finds that inappropriate and has a ton of robes / loungewear.

will carry you around (and carry you to bed) no matter the occasion. possibly my favorite thing about obi-wan is that he doesn't have a concept of the performative aspect of romance nowadays; he won't pick you up because he wants to make you feel small or protected or something to boost his own ego. he wants to get you where he wants (needs) you as fast as possible while remaining his sensual, old-fashioned self.

super loud. this is barely even a headcanon. he's got a range of grunts & high, breathy, open-mouthed moans. i need him.

i don't see him being stereotypically 'dominant' (he's not the type to care about rigid labels or expectations and is quite the gentleman) but once in a while when he's in those sarcastic moods where he wants to annoy you a bit, this will translate into the bedroom.

still gets shy / timid when you step out of the bath or shower in a robe or get dressed in front of him.

hardly ever tells you directly that he's turned on. you can tell by the way he kisses you or how pink his cheeks are. it works.

see above when i talked abt his love language— he is not above using acts of service to get in your pants. he offers to do other things for you once he's got you happy and taken care of. i said what i said.

[awhhayden]

Hiiii !!! I want to read something like this. We are innocently cute and Anakin is all protective of his princess adores us 🩷.

It may be like we fell down and we are looking for him to comfort us but he is training with Obi Wan , we find him in the training room he sees us with the torn dress from the blow we took to our knee.

He immediately runs to us hugging us tightly and being the sweet man he is.

[ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Hii, tysm for the ask! I hope you like it! ]

you had been careless. Anakin had always told you not the climb the shelves in the library. You just couldn’t help yourself, the book was just out of reach.

Now you sat on the floor in the library clutching your thigh, your white nightgown torn and disheveled, with stain of crimson.

you internally cursed yourself, you winced as you grabbed the table to stand, still clutching your leg. You stumbled out into the hallway. “Ani?” you softly called into the darkness. It was late, he’d still be training with Obiwan.

The ship was quiet. Mostly everyone had retreated to their own quarters for the night. You were supposed to be in bed yourself, but insomnia and the urge to indulge in a new book got the better of you. You shook your head, you should have requested a droid for help, an officer, anyone really. But you had always been stubborn.

you quietly dragged yourself through the halls towards the training wing. As you drew closer a feeling of anxiety dawned on you, “was Anakin going to be upset with me?” you thought to yourself.

you finally made it to near the door when you looked down and gasped, you had left a tiny trail of dots of blood, you looked down the hall as far as you could see and it was there, trailing you. Now you really started to panic.

You leaned against the wall and slowly sat down clutching your leg, heart racing. Just then the door to the training wing swung open and a laughing Anakin and Obiwan stepped out.

you gasped and Anakin’s head turned at the sound. His eyes widened at the sight of you, Teary eyed and clutching your leg, all it took was the crimson covering your hands and dress for him to be kneeling by your side within a second. “Darling what happened?!” he asked his brows furrowing. “I..I fell in the library” you wearily admitted, “Were you climbing the shelves again?” he asked tone hinted in something you couldn’t put your finger on.

You nodded, he sighed softly and scooped you up in his arms. Obiwan cleared his throat, “I’ll send a driod to clean this up” He said hesitating slightly, Anakin nodded as Obiwan walked away.

Anakin began walking towards your shared quarters. “Are you mad Ani?” you whispered softly. He looked down at you arching a brow “Mad? Princess I’m not mad, I’m just worried” he said shaking his head. He walked through the doors and gently sat you down on the counter. He kneeled down and began cleaning your cut and bandaging you up. “I’m sorry Ani” you whispered regretfully.

he looked up at you and stood up cupping your face, “you don’t need to be sorry darling, but you could have broken a bone or seriously hurt yourself, Promise me you won’t do that again? you have to be serious this time” he gently joked stroking your hair. You smiled slightly and nodded, he leaned in and kissed your lips softly. As he pulled away he laughed and ruffled your hair, “My clumsy girl” you giggled as he picked you up and spun you around.

The next day, after lunch Anakin told you he had a surprise for you. You arched a brow as he led you through the halls and you were suddenly standing outside the library. “Okay close your eyes” Anakin ordered, You did so and he held your hand leading you blindly into the library. “Okay…open!” you opened your eyes and gasped. There at the first row of towering shelves was a beautiful golden ladder with engraved roses. “I had a rolling ladder installed so you can always reach your books, safely” he teased. “Anakin it’s beautiful…Thank you” you reached out for his hand. “Your always welcome princess” he whispered before putting his soft lips on yours.

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[thesassypadawan]

Ask Nicely (Master Anakin x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: Somedays you think your new master hates you and others… Well, let’s just say, you find out soon enough…when he expresses his disdain for you asking Obi-Wan nicely to take care of your needs.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Jealous Skyguy, rough fingering/kisses…and Ani’s thick digits. Padawan Reader is of age, 5 years younger than him.

“What’s the big deal? All I did was train with Master Kenobi,” you huffed. Rolling your eyes so hard that you wondered if they’d get stuck like that.

Anakin had been lecturing you nonstop for the last half hour. Starting from the minute he had practically dragged you out of the dojo…through the temple halls…back to your shared quarters. His strong hand wrapped firmly around your arm the whole way.

“For the fourth time this week,” he growled. Arms crossed as he leaned in the doorway, a frown on his face. “As your master, it’s my responsibility-”

“And you’re doing such a great job…” Having shed the last of your sweat soaked clothes, you began rummaging through your drawers. Back turned to him, not caring that you were standing there in only your undergarments. “…of neglecting those duties.”

You weren’t in the wrong, not in the very least. The two of you never had the greatest of relationships or, for that matter, one really at all. Constantly arguing and fighting, butting heads over anything and everything. Which grew worse when you abruptly became his padawan learner; to the point where you were verily certain that he hated you.

Or there was always something else that led you, made you want to believe…

Capturing your elbow, he easily whirled your around. “Listen here, it’s not my fault-”

“No, it is!” You snapped; jabbing your finger into his chest, refusing to stepdown. “You’re the whole reason why I have to go ask Obi-Wan nicely to help take care of my needs!”

Clearly striking a nerve, you watched as Ani’s jaw clenched tighter. Eyes narrowing at you, something dark flickering inside them. “Careful now; you don’t know-”

“Actually, I think I do,” you boldly interrupted once more. Mouth curling up into a sly grin, because you knew what you said next would anger him enough to either silence or… “You’re jealous! You can’t stand the idea of another man…let alone your old master…touching my body! Guiding me, teaching me how to move in ways that you aren’t able to!”

“Little one,” he snarled in warning. Shoving you back against the dresser, pinning you in place. Towering over your smaller frame menacingly.

You should have been terrified, horrified. Despite this though, you kept goading Anakin. “And his big hands felt so good resting on my hips… His fat cock pressing into my ass…”

Before you could continue, you were cut off by a quick, invisible squeeze to your neck. One that left you briefly stunned, speechless. “Yeah, yeah. We’ll see what you have to say about Obi-Wan after I’m done teaching you.”

Not even a second later and his mouth was slotted against yours in a fiery kiss. Biting sharply at your bottom lip, demanding entrance. All the while his mechno hand found its way to your breast, tearing the bindings off like they were nothing.

The moment the cold air hit your exposed nipples, you let out a small whimper. Allowing Ani to slip his tongue in, wrestling with and pinning yours down. Showing you who was in control, attempting to force you into submission.

You tried to pull away, but he held you fast to him. Organic hand gripping the back of your head, long fingers tangling and tugging your hair roughly. The other delivering a solid slap to each tit before he finally decided it was time to break apart.

Gasping, coughing for air. A desperate whine escaped you as he trailed his lips down your jaw, your throat; leaving an array of lovely marks in their wake. Until they wrapped themselves around a pebbled bud; sucking hungrily, biting lightly when your back arched in response. “M-Mast-ter.”

While he lavished your chest with hot kisses, Anakin’s hand followed the curves of your body. Brushing your clothed mound, chuckling once he felt how drenched you were. “Would you look at that; already so wet for me. Bet the old bastard can’t get you like this…”

Nipping a sensitive nub one last time, he had risen back up. Hand grasping your chin tightly, lips crashing against your in another searing kiss. Making you mewl softly, body trembling in anticipation.

“…or sound like that,” he growled low. Suddenly yanking your panties to the side, plunging two leather clad fingers into your cunt.

Squealing, you clenched hard around him. Walls fluttering from the foreign sensation, from being stuffed so full. Hips rocking back and forth in time with his painfully slow pumps. A squelching sound filling the air.

Wanting and craving more. All that pent up frustration had you already so embarrassingly close to crashing over the edge. That you were reduced to a mere babbling mess when Ani abandoned your mouth and pressed his lips to your neck again. Kissing the junction of it and your shoulder, tongue lapping at the tender flesh. A pleasant shiver running down your spine. “P-please…please…”

His pace picked up, thick digits thrusting deep with you. Bullying and bruising your cervix, muttering. “Oh, are you close? You want to cum?”

Panting, you nodded frantically. The heat inside of you overwhelming while you lost touch with reality more and more from each drive.

“Words,” he demanded. Adding the remaining two, slamming them brutally into your packed pussy. “Use them.”

“Yes, s-so close!” You squeaked, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. “L-let me c-cum, master!”

At your words, he sunk his teeth in. Breaking the skin, hissing a ‘no’ as he abruptly withdrew his fingers. Pulling away, your fresh blood tinting his lips red.

A wild cry flew from your mouth. Sobbing at the denial, body sagging against the dresser. Hips bucking shamelessly in the air, trying to regain the pleasurable feelings that had been coursing through you.

Grabbing your ass, Anakin squeezed…smacked it hard. Smearing your slick across your freshly soiled panties. “Only good padawans get to do that…you haven’t been. Now, why don’t you try asking me nicely and maybe…I’ll help take care of your needs.”

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[dailydragon08]

Far Cry - a May the Fourth fic

Pairing: None (this fic exists outside of the Remnantsverse) Summary: Finally alone after the final battle with the emperor, Vader's helmet holds secrets and a path to healing for Luke to uncover. Warnings: descriptions of canon-typical violence, Luke has PTSD and has a breakdown, characters working through trauma, mention of Luke's lost hand and lightning scars, heavy angst, some whump. A/N: Happy May the Fourth! Comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated and my Remnants masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog! Enjoy! You can see some incredible art for this fic drawn by the lovely @shaythey here!

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Luke stared down at the sleek black helmet in his hands, hunched in his seat as if still leaning over his dying father’s body. Anakin Skywalker’s final words echoed in his head: “Tell your sister…You were right…”

Leia hadn’t wanted to hear it, as was her right. Her experience and connection to him was a far cry from Luke’s. She celebrated his death just as the rest of the rebels did. He knew she wouldn’t be so callous as to ignore Luke’s pain, but he didn’t want to bother her. She was still off spending some well-earned downtime with Han and the others. So, he sat aboard the Falcon alone, hunching over his father’s helmet that he cupped reverently in his hands. He had just finished in the refresher and looked down at the ragged scars tracing pathways all over his still bare abdomen, chest, arms, and even a little onto his neck. The scars on his right arm cut off right where the cybernetic connected, the blaster hole still laying all the wires bare for the galaxy to see. He glanced at the wires and then back at Vader’s helmet—Anakin’s helmet.

“He’s more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.”

But he wasn’t evil. At least not in the end.

He gripped the helmet tighter, falling into the familiar warmth of the Force, and suddenly vivid memories that didn’t belong to him flashed before his eyes—

He was suddenly much shorter and was following an unfamiliar man with a lightsaber strapped under his poncho through the Tatooine streets. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and looked back at the woman standing behind him, then back again to the man. He turned and raced to the woman’s side as she crouched on her knees, murmuring a soft, “Ani…”

The image faded and he now stood in unfamiliar apartments, with what looked like the Coruscant skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. A strangely familiar woman, beautiful brown hair, big doe eyes, and a wardrobe that belied a significant status stood in front of him, staring with trepidation. “Ani? My goodness, you’ve grown!”

“So have you,” he heard himself say, glancing down to hands and robes that weren’t his, Anakin’s lightsaber hanging from his belt. “Grown more beautiful I mean.” Someone cleared their throat next to him, young but bearing a striking resemblance to Obi-Wan. “For a senator, I mean!”

The woman shook her head and laughed uncomfortably. “Ani, you’ll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine.”

The image changed again to an ornately carved, covered balcony overlooking a lake at sunset. C-3PO stood on one side of him and R2-D2 on the other. The same woman now stood in front of him, holding his hands (one of them an uncovered cybernetic) and wearing an intricate lace wedding gown.

“And do you, Anakin Skywalker, take Padmé Naberrie Amidala to be your lawful wedded wife?” Threepio asked.

“I do,” he replied.

The balcony was suddenly engulfed in flames until the lake disappeared to be replaced by one of fire. The woman, Padmé, now heavily pregnant, stood in front of him again on a landing platform with her ship in the background. Tears streamed down her face as she slowly backed away. “You’re going down a path I can’t follow.” She moved back towards him, cupping his face in her hands as he glanced behind her to see who he now knew as Obi-wan standing at the top of the boarding ramp. “Come back! I love you!”

“LIAR!” He moved away. “You’re with him! You brought him here to kill me!” He reached out and began to Force-choke Padmé as she tried to resist, gasping and gagging as she clawed at her throat.

“Let her go, Anakin!” Obi-wan cried as he descended the ramp.

“Ani—” Padmé tried to gasp out.

“Let. Her. Go.”

He did as bade and Padmé gasped and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The image warped once more, and now he was looking through half of the familiar mask in his hands, the other half slashed clean off by a lightsaber. A desperate and devastated Obi-Wan stood in front of him, the red and blue lightsabers casting eerie glows on their faces in the night.

Tears filled Obi-wan’s eyes. “I-I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.”

He struggled to speak through his damaged helmet, his voice going back and forth between his own and the twisted version the mask produced. “I am not your failure, Obi-wan…” He lowered his head and looked up at his opponent through half-burned lashes. “You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker…” He smiled cruelly. “I did.”

More images flashed almost too quickly to comprehend: hacking down hopeless opponents with his lightsaber, crushing their necks with the Force after pinning them to the ceiling; cutting off Luke’s hand on Bespin; in the shadows of a building’s column, grinning ear to ear after Padmé told him she was pregnant; caressing her belly in the Coruscant apartments discussing baby names; graphic nightmares of Padmé dying in childbirth; Emperor Palpatine, his face free of deformity, insisting that the Jedi Council didn’t trust Anakin; facing the Council and several masters denying him the rank of master, even after being a decorated Clone Wars hero and training Ahsoka from padawan to what should’ve been Jedi Knight before they betrayed her and through her, him; Obi-wan’s smiling face telling him, “you are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you…Goodbye, my friend…” having no idea it would be their final goodbye as two fellow jedi; having a picnic with Padmé in a grassy field, a waterfall in the background, then rolling around on the ground together laughing; picking up the emperor as he tortured Luke and throwing him down the shaft of his own throne room, electricity crackling through his suit and rendering it useless, the oxygen no longer coming—

Luke opened his eyes, gasping as if he’d been underwater and sat up quickly. He jumped as he banged his head on the bunk above him, rubbing it with his hand while keeping a tight grip on the helmet with the other. He sank forward again, bringing the helmet up and pressing his own forehead against it. He let the tears flow freely; after his ordeal tonight, he didn’t have the energy to sob or even let his body shake—the tears just spilled down his face in torrents.

Padmé. His mother’s name was Padmé. And Leia looked exactly like her. And Anakin loved her with everything he had, but the slow corruption of Palpatine, the war, the failings of the council, and the nightmares of losing her—which could’ve likely come from Palpatine as much as just fear and stress—had twisted his mind and warped him into someone unrecognizable. That is, until Luke came along. From Anakin’s memories, he could see that Obi-wan cut one side of his mask off and in a duel, Ahsoka cut off the other. But only Luke could remove the full mask. Only he could unmask Vader and return Anakin Skywalker to the land of the living specifically because of his connection and attachment to him. Only he could succeed.

There were no visuals this time, but he heard a young Obi-Wan’s voice in his head as clearly as if he were standing next to him: Padmé…Anakin has turned to the dark side…

What? No! You’re wrong! How could you even say that?!

I saw a security hologram of him…killing younglings…

Not Anakin! He couldn’t!

Now Padmé’s voice struggling through her final words: There’s good in him…I know—there’s—still—” followed by the wail of a baby.

Now Anakin’s voice one last time: You were right about me…Tell your sister…you were right…

He looked up to see the ghost of Anakin Skywalker in his prime standing in front of him. Tears obscured Luke’s vision but even through them, he was startled to see how alike they looked. Anakin smiled sadly before reaching over to wipe Luke’s tears. Luke jumped when he could feel real, warm, flesh on his face, Leia’s voice suddenly crying out his name.

Anakin’s visage vanished into smoke to be replaced by his sister standing there, a worried look on her face as she wiped away a tear with her thumb. Luke stared at her bug-eyed for a moment, grasping her hand to make sure she was real. She glanced down at the helmet in his hands, her face twisting in disgust. She looked around the bunk, grabbed Luke’s discarded and fried black jacket where it lay on the mattress next to him, and wrapped the helmet up in it like a dead animal before throwing it all onto the adjoining bed.

“Luke, it’s all right,” she murmured, stepping between his legs to hug his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his face sink into her shoulder as she massaged the back of his head. He finally let his body shake and sniffled, gripping the back of her dress in his fists as if she might disappear. He wasn’t sure how long the two of them stood like that, but eventually, his sobs subsided and he sat there, still in her arms, gasping for air like a drowning man. Leia didn’t push or rush him, just continued to stand there, her cheek leaning against his hair as her nails gently scraped at the back of his head.

Finally, he heaved a shaky breath. “You’re my sister.”

“And you’re my brother,” she replied.

“But you’re not a Skywalker.”

He felt her tense. “…No.” She paused, taking the hand that was massaging his head and wrapping it around his shoulders. “But you’re my family. And I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

Luke nodded before slowly leaning back, keeping a soft grip around her waist. Leia glanced at the lightning scars littering his torso sadly, her hands sliding down his biceps just as his hands slid to hold her forearms. They gave each other a gentle squeeze before she tilted his forehead against his.

“It’s over,” she said quietly. “Just breathe.”

They took a deep breath in sync, and on the exhale, he wanted to tell her how there was still good in Anakin at the end. But he knew she still wouldn’t want to hear it, and that was her prerogative. With her experiences, he couldn’t say he blamed her. It would just have to be something he held onto himself until she was ready—if she was ever ready. And if she never was, he would make peace with that.

Leia finally broke the silence by nodding towards his charred cybernetic. “Want me to arrange for that to be fixed?”

Luke sat up straight, taking another deep breath, this time steadier and easier. “No. I think I’m about to be too busy anyway. I do have a new order to create, after all.” And although he couldn’t see him, he could sense his father’s presence in the room and the slow curve of a proud smile on his lips.

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[areyoufuckingcrazy]

“My Boys, My Warriors” pt.5

Clone Commanders x Reader (Platonic/Motherly)

Warnings: Death

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The room was silent save for the rustling of robes and the faint hum of hoverchairs shifting in place. The Jedi Council chamber was vast, intimidating, and awash in golden morning light—but you stood in the center like a wraith returned from war, shackled and disarmed, your beskar armor dulled by ash and grief.

Master Windu’s voice was sharp, clipped. “You attempted to assassinate the Chancellor of the Republic.”

You said nothing at first.

“He is a threat,” you replied finally, your voice calm but tired, laced with something far deeper—haunted rage, maternal despair. “I’ve seen his true face.”

The Council shifted. Windu’s eyes narrowed.

“You accuse the Supreme Chancellor of deception?”

You didn’t look away. “I don’t accuse. I know. He’s manipulating this war. Playing both sides. He won’t stop until it destroys everything—including your Order.”

Obi-Wan, standing near the window, tensed. You saw the flicker in his eyes. Doubt. Pain. A memory of you at Satine’s side. Protective. Loyal. Fierce. Now here, branded a traitor.

Master Yoda, ancient and watchful, finally spoke.

“Hm. Evidence, do you have?”

“No. Just truth no one wants to hear.”

You took a breath. “But ask yourselves… how did he rise so quickly, so quietly? How did a million sons born for war appear at just the right time?”

That hit a nerve.

The room was heavy. Silent.

Yoda’s ears twitched. “Your words… clouded by fear, they are. But not wrong, perhaps…”

You looked him dead in the eye. “I fought in the wars that shattered Mandalore. I know what evil smells like before it has a name. And it reeks from him.”

Windu finally stood. “That’s enough.”

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They didn’t sentence you. Not yet.

But they locked you away.

Solitary. Cold. A durasteel cell with only your memories and ghosts to keep you company. Your beskad, your helmet—gone. All you had was your silence.

And your voice.

You sat on the narrow bench, back against the wall, and closed your eyes.

And then—

You hummed.

Low. Soft. Familiar.

That lullaby.

“You may not know me because I changed

But mama will not stop lookin' for her baby

When the river takes, the river gives

And mama will search as long as she lives”

You didn’t know anyone was listening.

Fox sat alone in the darkened security station, staring at the holo-feed from your cell.

He’d patched in a secure line. Untraceable.

And quietly… he’d sent the link out.

To every one of your boys who’d ever looked up at you with those wide, wondering eyes.

Wolffe. Bacara. Cody. Rex. Neyo. Thorn. Hound. Doom. Gree. Bly. Ponds. Even the ones far from Coruscant. The ones with scars and stories and old memories of you ruffling their hair and calling them “vod’ika.”

They all watched. Quietly. No one spoke.

They watched their buir—now chained and branded a traitor—sit alone, and hum the song she used to sing when their bones ached from training. When they cried at night and you sat on their beds and promised they were more than weapons.

The melody reached them like a forgotten heartbeat.

Wolffe sat on his bunk, clenching his fists.

Bacara stared at the screen until tears blurred his vision.

Cody turned off his comm after the fifth replay—couldn’t bear to hear it again, but couldn’t not remember.

She was still fighting for them.

Even now.

⸻

The thunder of artillery filled the air. The ground quaked beneath each tread of their bikes. Dust painted the sky in shades of rust and smoke.

Commander Neyo stood at the edge of a ruined ridge, visor glowing crimson, posture carved in stone.

He didn’t flinch when the ground shook.

He didn’t turn when blasterfire cracked through the comms.

He was always composed.

But something was wrong.

He hadn’t spoken in three hours.

His troops didn’t question it. They followed orders, watched his gestures, executed movements like clockwork.

But his Jedi General noticed.

General Stass Allie approached, her silhouette cutting through the dust cloud. She said nothing at first—only stood beside him, watching the horizon of another broken world.

Finally, her voice, calm and knowing:

“You haven’t said a word since we left the rendezvous. That’s unlike you.”

Neyo didn’t move. “There’s nothing to say, General.”

“There’s always something,” she said softly. “Especially when someone’s hurting.”

He stiffened.

She didn’t push. Just stood with him, patient. Let the silence stretch like a held breath.

Then—

“There was a woman,” he said finally, the words dry and brittle, like he’d scraped them off a forgotten shelf. “A Mandalorian. She trained us. Before the war.”

Stass turned, curious.

“She wasn’t like the Kaminoans,” he said. “She saw us. Treated us like we mattered. Like we weren’t just gear for the Grand Army. She—”

His jaw clenched. “She was our buir.”

Stass blinked. “Your mother?”

He nodded once.

“What happened to her?”

“She was arrested. Tried to kill the Chancellor.”

The Jedi’s eyes widened. “And you believe she would do that?”

“I don’t know what I believe anymore,” Neyo muttered.

He finally turned to her, his voice low. Raw.

“She used to sing to us, General. A lullaby. I hadn’t thought about it in years. But last night… Fox sent it out. To all of us. A commlink file, just her voice, humming the song.”

He looked away, something flickering behind the red glow of his visor.

“I couldn’t sleep after that. I couldn’t breathe.”

“You miss her,” Stass said gently.

“She was the first person who told us we were more than this.” He gestured to the battlefield, the armor, the broken sky. “And now she’s locked away. Branded a traitor. And I’m here, doing exactly what she feared.”

Stass placed a hand on his shoulder. “Your choices still matter, Neyo. What you feel matters.”

He didn’t reply.

But the silence wasn’t hollow anymore.

It was full of ghosts and lullabies and a thousand questions he’d never dared ask before.

⸻

The lights in her cell flickered faintly, a quiet rhythm in the stale, recycled air. Her wrists rested on her knees, ankles crossed, body still—except for the soft hum that slipped past her lips.

The song echoed faintly in the walls, brushing through the cold steel like a memory refusing to fade.

A quiet chime at the door.

She stopped humming.

The door hissed open.

Mace Windu stepped inside, arms folded beneath the weight of his dark robe. He said nothing at first, just looked at her—like he was trying to see beyond the armor, the Mandalorian blood, the criminal label stamped across her file.

She looked back. No fear. Just tired eyes.

“I was wondering which one of the high-and-mighty Jedi would come first,” she murmured, voice rough but dry with sarcasm. “Let me guess. You’re here to interrogate me like the rest?”

“No,” Mace said simply. “I came because I understand.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I had a Padawan once. Depa Billaba. She was strong. Proud. Brilliant. A better Jedi than I’ll ever be,” he said, stepping closer. “And I loved her like my own.”

He stopped just outside her reach. “When she went to war, I thought I could prepare her. That I could keep her from the worst of it. But war doesn’t care who trained you. Or how much someone loves you.”

The reader tilted her head, studying him now with less suspicion. “So you came to offer sympathy?”

“I came to offer truth,” he said.

She stood slowly, shackled wrists hanging between them. Her voice dropped. “I trained them. I fought for them. I protected them from Kaminoans who saw them as cattle and from a war they were born into without choice. You tellin’ me I should’ve let them go? Like it’s nothing?”

“No,” Mace said, firm but gentle. “But I am telling you—they’re not boys anymore. They’re soldiers. Men. Commanders of legions. They face things you trained them for. And they stand because of what you gave them. Your job is done.”

Her jaw tightened. Her voice cracked.

“They’re still my little boys.”

Mace was quiet for a moment. Then said, “They always will be.”

He sat on the edge of the bench across from her, letting the silence fill in the cracks.

“You can’t stop what’s coming,” he said eventually. “But you can trust in what you built. And maybe—just maybe—you still have a part to play. But not if you let vengeance blind you.”

She looked away, staring at the wall—at nothing.

“You still believe in the Republic?” she asked.

“I believe in people,” Mace replied. “And I believe in second chances. Even for you.”

She scoffed. “That’ll make one of us.”

He stood. “Your story isn’t over.”

As he turned to leave, her voice came after him—quieter this time.

“Windu…”

He looked back.

“If anything happens to them—I’ll burn this galaxy to the ground.”

He didn’t smile. But there was something softer in his eyes.

“I’d expect nothing less.”

⸻

The metal door hissed shut behind Mace Windu. He took a deep breath. That woman—she was fury wrapped in armor, iron forged by war, motherhood, and betrayal. She reminded him of his younger self in a strange, haunting way. But she was right: if anything touched those clones—her boys—she’d scorch the stars.

He turned the corner of the sterile hallway and found Commander Fox standing at his post, helmet off, arms folded tight across his chest, back against the wall like he’d been waiting to be angry.

“Commander Fox,” Mace said with a nod.

Fox didn’t move. “General Windu.”

A pause.

“You’ve been watching,” Mace said.

“I made sure they could all see her. Thought they deserved it,” Fox replied, his voice flat but edged. “And I wasn’t watching you.”

Mace studied the clone’s expression. Cold. Worn. Eyes like someone who hadn’t slept right in years. A soldier pressed too hard, too long.

“She means something to you.”

“She means everything to us.” Fox looked away, jaw clenched. “She was the only one who saw us before the armor.”

“You don’t trust Jedi,” Mace said plainly.

“No, sir,” Fox said without hesitation. “And after what I’ve seen—what I’ve been ordered to do—I don’t think I ever will.”

Another pause.

“You think I’m here to use her. Same as the Kaminoans did.”

“I don’t think,” Fox said. “I know.”

There was no venom in it. Just weariness. Truth from a man who’d walked through hell with a gun and a number instead of a name.

“I’m not here to control her,” Mace said. “But I won’t let her destroy herself.”

“You won’t have to. The Republic already did that.”

Mace’s gaze hardened slightly. “You’re not wrong. But the war isn’t over yet. And she may still have a role to play.”

Fox pushed off the wall. “Yeah, well. When you figure out what that role is, maybe tell the Chancellor. Because he’s the one that locked her up like an animal for protecting us.”

He grabbed his helmet and slid it on.

Mace took a step forward. “She doesn’t see herself as a hero.”

“She doesn’t need to,” Fox replied through the vocoder. “We already do.”

With that, Fox walked away, crimson armor disappearing into the shadows of the corridor. Mace stood alone, the silence heavier now, full of all the things they hadn’t said.

⸻

The light from Coruscant’s upper levels spilled in through the large window panes, casting long, clean shadows across the briefing room. A war table flickered in the center, displaying the projected terrain of Utapau, with Grievous’ last known coordinates.

Commander Cody stood at the edge of it, helmet tucked under his arm, lips set in a thin, unreadable line. His armor was freshly polished, but the circles under his eyes betrayed sleeplessness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi entered the room quietly, robes billowing gently behind him.

“You’re early,” Kenobi said, voice light, but with a trace of concern beneath it.

“So are you, sir,” Cody replied without turning.

Kenobi walked up beside him and studied the projection for a long moment. “You seem troubled, Commander.”

Cody hesitated. “I’ve been having trouble… focusing, General. The men are ready. We’ve prepared. But something feels wrong. Off.”

Kenobi glanced sideways at him, then moved to sit at the edge of the war table.

“You’ve never brought doubts to me before.”

“I didn’t think they mattered before,” Cody said. “Now—I’m not so sure.”

The Jedi waited, giving him space.

Cody inhaled slowly, then said, “It’s her.”

Kenobi raised an eyebrow. “Your… Mandalorian?”

“My buir,” Cody corrected quietly. “She would’ve hated that title, but she earned it.”

Kenobi nodded solemnly. “I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and fighting alongside her. She was a warrior who trained you before the war.”

“She trained us to survive the war,” Cody said, voice strained. “Not just fight it. She said… she said we weren’t bred for someone else’s throne. That we were more than their weapons. She called us her children.”

Kenobi leaned back, expression softening. “She saw what we didn’t.”

“She tried to kill the Chancellor.”

That silence hit hard between them.

“She didn’t give a reason,” Cody went on. “Just that he was a threat to her boys. That’s all she ever said. Not to the Jedi. Not to the Senate. Just… us.”

Kenobi folded his hands. “I believe her. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

Cody looked at him, surprised.

Kenobi’s eyes were tired. “There’s a… darkness growing in the Senate. In the Force. Master Yoda feels it too. Perhaps your Mandalorian simply saw it with mortal eyes. Sometimes that’s all it takes.”

Cody clenched his jaw. “I want to believe she was wrong. That the Republic is worth this. That you Jedi—” he paused, “—that you’re fighting the good fight.”

Kenobi looked away, thoughtful. “We are. But we’ve lost so much of ourselves in the fighting. I sometimes wonder if we’ve already lost what we were trying to protect.”

The silence stretched.

“I wish she could’ve seen us now,” Cody said, almost bitterly. “Maybe then she wouldn’t have tried to burn the galaxy down to save us.”

“She might have anyway,” Kenobi replied. “Mothers rarely wait for permission to protect their children.”

Cody blinked hard and nodded. “You’ll be careful, sir?”

Kenobi smiled faintly. “Always.”

Cody straightened, put his helmet on. “Then so will I.”

⸻

The storm of war was always preceded by silence.

Kenobi led the assault like a figure of light—focused, poised, graceful even in the chaos of fire and collapsing duracrete. General Grievous was dead. The battle was won.

Cody watched from a cliffside vantage point as the Jedi descended into the underbelly of the sinkhole city. It should’ve felt like a victory.

But instead…

He paced away from his men. The battle chatter crackled in his ear; Wounded evac requests, ammo tallies, the final mop-up reports. He tuned it out.

And then his comm buzzed.

A direct transmission. Not encrypted. Not even a voice. Just a code.

EXECUTE ORDER 66.

His blood ran cold. His HUD flickered with new directives. Jedi. Traitors. Terminate.

The message repeated. Execute Order 66.

Cody didn’t move.

The other clones around him began shifting. One of them called his name. “Commander?”

He didn’t answer. His mind spiraled. Her face. The Mandalorian woman who used to train him, who used to wipe the grime off his cheek and tell him, “You are not just a weapon. You are my boy.”

Her voice echoed in him now like a ghost:

“You will always be my little boys, even when you stand taller than me in armor. And if the day ever comes where someone tells you to kill without question, I hope you remember my voice first.”

Cody clenched his fists.

“Commander?” one of the troopers asked again, this time louder. “Do we engage?”

Kenobi was on his lizard mount—heading toward the surface. A perfect target.

His hand hovered over the detonator for the cannon.

Seconds ticked by.

The image of her again. Singing in the dark barracks. That lullaby.

He pressed the detonator.

The explosion lit up the sinkhole. The beast howled. Kenobi fell.

And Cody’s heart shattered.

He stood still for a long time after. Staring at the smoke.

⸻

In the deep, dark of her cell, she stopped humming.

Something had happened. She felt it in her bones. Her chest tightened. Her hands gripped the bench beneath her.

She didn’t know what—but something had been taken from her.

⸻

Time doesn’t pass in the depths of the detention block. It congeals.

She could hear whispers. Whispers of something terrible—distant screams in the lower levels, the echo of warships streaking overhead. Something had shifted in the galaxy’s bones. She felt it like a tremor in her own marrow.

And then she stopped feeling them.

Her boys.

One by one, their presence—so familiar to her soul, so deeply tethered it was like knowing the beat of her own heart—disappeared. Or worse, went quiet.

She pressed her forehead against the cell wall, trying to reach them. Neyo. Bacara. Rex. Wolffe. Fox. Cody.

Gone.

The humming in her throat died.

⸻

The sound of boots. Precise. Purposeful. Too many.

She stood, slow and cautious.

The door opened with a mechanical hiss. Blue light spilled into the room. And standing at the threshold was him—his face now ruined and blistered, cloaked in shadow and power.

Chancellor Palpatine. No. Sidious.

Behind him stood Commander Fox—helmet off, his face pale, unreadable, strained.

“Such loyalty,” Sidious said softly. “Even when betrayed.”

She stepped forward, fists clenched. “What do you want?”

“I came to honor our… agreement. The clones, your precious sons—they have served their purpose, as you have served yours.”

Her voice dropped into a snarl. “You said they’d have freedom. You said they’d be safe.”

“I said they’d be prepared.” A smirk curled on his ruined face. “But of course… that was never truly your concern, was it? You needed a purpose. A legacy. And now, dear Mandalorian, you have it. A galaxy reborn—on the backs of your sons.”

Fox flinched.

He stepped forward, but she noticed the twitch in his jaw, the tremble in his hand as it hovered near his sidearm. His face was tight, like something inside was breaking—trying to claw its way to the surface.

She looked at him, pleading. “Fox. Ori’vod. Don’t let him do this to you.”

His eyes flickered.

“She’s in on it,” Sidious said softly, as if coaxing a child. “She knew. From the beginning. The Mandalorian woman you trusted, who called you her son. She helped me create this.”

Fox’s breath caught, his expression cracked, raw confusion blooming in his face like a wound. He looked at her—searching, desperate.

“Tell me it’s not true,” he whispered. “Tell me you didn’t… help him.”

Her voice cracked like old armor. “I didn’t know what he truly was… not until it was too late.”

Sidious spoke before she could continue. “But she stayed, Fox. She trained you for this. The weapon she made you into—was always meant to serve me.”

Fox shook his head. “You said you’d protect us. You said we were yours.”

Tears stung her eyes as she reached for him, but the guards raised their rifles.

“You still are,” she whispered. “Always.”

Fox turned away—ashamed, broken.

Sidious gave her one last look. “You should be proud. Few in this galaxy will ever shape destiny like you have. You created the perfect soldiers. And now, they belong to me.”

The doors closed behind him. Fox didn’t look back.

She dropped to her knees, hollow.

She had trained them to survive.

She never thought she’d have to teach them how to remember.

⸻

There were whispers again.

But these weren’t the trembling rumors of war—no, this was fear, crawling in hushed voices down the sterile white corridors of the detention center. The woman in cell 2187 was gone.

No signs of a breach. No weapons found. Just a sealed door… and an empty room.

She moved through the shadows of the lower levels like a ghost—her armor no longer Mandalorian, not Imperial, just black and scorched, a patchwork of memory and rebellion. Her face was gaunt, her eyes sharper than they’d ever been.

She was dying.

Not from wounds, not yet. But from the weight of betrayal. Of knowing her boys—her sons—were now weapons in the hands of the monster she once served in ignorance.

She wouldn’t allow it any longer.

She struck at twilight.

No theatrics. No grand speech. Just steel and flame.

Explosions ripped through the senante’s lower levels, drawing troopers away as she ascended through emergency lift shafts and ancient, forgotten maintenance passages. Her body ached—wounds reopening, muscles screaming—but her purpose burned hotter than pain.

When she finally reached the Emperor’s chamber, she didn’t hesitate.

She threw the door open, weapons drawn—

Only to find the air grow colder.

And him standing there.

A towering shadow of rage and machinery—Darth Vader.

She didn’t know who he was—not truly. Just another nightmare conjured by Sidious.

“You will not touch him,” Vader intoned, voice as deep and hollow as a tomb.

She snarled, gripping her blades. “You’re just another puppet.”

She attacked.

It wasn’t a fight. It was a last stand.

She darted, spun, struck—but he was relentless. Her blades sparked against his armor, and the lightsaber was a streak of red death in the air. He disarmed her in seconds, crushing one blade in his fist, the other sent clattering to the floor.

But she didn’t stop.

She grabbed a vibroknife from her boot and lunged—screaming the names of her sons.

And then—nothing.

The red blade pierced through her chest.

She staggered, eyes wide, choking on the air.

Vader held her there, impaled, silent.

“I was their mother,” she rasped. “They were mine.”

“You are nothing now,” he said coldly—and let her fall.

⸻

News spread in whispers—first in shadowy halls of high command, then quietly through encrypted clone comm channels.

They all heard it.

Commander Cody, stationed at an outer rim garrison, held the news report in shaking hands. The woman he once saw as indestructible—his buir—was gone. Killed by the Empire she had once served, the same one that had twisted him.

He didn’t cry.

But he didn’t speak for days.

Commander Wolffe, stoic and silent, slammed his fist into the wall of his quarters hard enough to fracture the durasteel. When his men asked what happened, he said nothing. He only muttered her name once, like a prayer, like a curse.

Fox, still on Coruscant, didn’t speak to anyone. He stood outside her former cell, empty now, silent. The humming he once hated hearing was gone. So was the warmth behind it.

He had made the report. He had confirmed her corpse.

And when no one was looking, he put a small knife through the wall of the Emperor’s propaganda poster.

And Rex.

Rex sat alone on a quiet, forgotten moon. Hiding. Free.

He listened to the old lullaby once more, from a broken recording tucked into his armor.

He didn’t move for hours.

He just let it play.

Her voice—soft, ancient, loving.

Their buir… was gone.

But the fire she left behind—still burned in all of them.

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[padawansuggest]

Okay so on Coruscant there are very few people that don’t actually go out into the streets (I’m thinking politicians and Jedi might be some of the few who don’t have to go outside very often if at all because the senate and the temple are both the size of a small city) which means that 1: they NEED to have vitamin D lights on the streets of Coruscant because otherwise everyone would be depressed like in the deepest winter at all times. And 2: that means I think the Jedi temple and the senate themselves also are just full of Vitamin D lights.

Also y’all need to stop writing fics where kids are afraid of ‘getting caught sneaking around after dark’ or something because the temple is literally so full of species that you have no idea of that kid is nocturnal or whatever. They very well could be. Tbh I wanna write a fic where someone catches Obi-Wan sneaking around at night to play a prank with Quin or something and he’s all ‘bruh my eyes glow in the dark I’m obviously meant to be awake at this hour’ and no one can argue with him. Stuff like that.

Also I think the temple neeeeeeeds multiple healing halls (once more. It is the size of a small city) one in the aquatic center of the temple (which canonically exists) one in the temple main (which should span over like four levels and act as it’s own building okay) and one in the creche. This is the MINIMUM amount of healing halls I think they should have.

A tram system should be inside the walls. Places in the temple that act as sideways lifts and also a subway system because believe it or not, there are species in the temple as small as one foot tall, and I’m not just talking about Grogu, I’m talking about others like Kushiban and others similar. Once more. It is the size of a small city. They should have both subway type stations (that take you certain places like the main healing halls or the biggest canteen or the supply sector of the temple things like that) because oh my god imagine how many hours the commute to your workstation could take if you didn’t have that shit. Annoying af.

They gotta have names for all the different canteens okay. Like ‘meet me in the cafeteria’ in a temple the size of a small city is bullshit cause even in the books they have multiple cafeterias.

A… let’s call it a Mall Section of the temple. A place where you can pick up groceries (the temple makes their own food and I assume most of it is cooked in careens but also not letting people cook their own food is a recipe for a Jedi starving to death on a mission lmao) but they also have a salon (skin care and hair care are very important and if you let all these babies cut their own hair they gonna turn out like me no one wants that) and a clothing ‘store’ where you can get certain size clothes and robes from, or even undercover mission clothes. There need to be Jedi in these places too!!! Imagine going to the salon with your master and having a gossip talk about your new lineage member!!! It’s important to society!!!

A Jedi movie theater where the masters send their kiddos on the weekend so they can enjoy a glass of wine and not be sneezed on for three hours.

I’ve actually seen a few mentions in fics and posts about tea salons so that is def also a thing. It’s the Jedi version of a cafe. I think people who like baking take turns working there and everyone chips in for tea selections and stuff.

Droid Ubers. They need to get somewhere but feel sick as heck and it’s not near any good lifts or the subway trams??? Call a droid Uber lmao. It shouldn’t be unusual either lol just grandmaster on his way to bother his kid while not aggravating his hip after hip surgery.

Remember that Jedi who are like 10 foot tall also exist so remember there ARE apartments in the temple that could fit Kenobi’s Dino-Horse girl Boga.

There should also be apartments with like 10 bedrooms and bathrooms (or even one giant communal bathroom) around a singular living/cooking space!!! Let Jedi live in communes!!!!

The aquatic levels of the creche are def the cutest place in the temple you can’t argue with me on the idea of water babies swimming and cuddling under water.

On another note to the fact that species like Kushiban exist???? Imagine tiny doors and corridors that used to be used by mouse droids but they became so useful to tiny Jedi so they got taken over. Just imagine that.

Bartering markets where Jedi trade things, mostly things they get on missions or are given to them as gifts, nothing goes to waste so they find a proper place for all gifts and extras here.

Cooking classes. Obi-Wan has been kicked out of all of them his cooking is so bad. Anakin claims bullshit he loves Master’s cooking! But then, he also eats worms…

Anyways. Y’all too single minded with this shit. It just be all ‘cafeteria, living quarters, healing halls and archives’ with you guys. Where is the culture. Where is the acknowledgment of multiple species all living in the same area taking place in a culture of peace and galactic exploration???? Give them a liquor store idgaf.

[kenobers]

wholesome obi-wan headcanons

tw; cigarettes (you won't catch Master Kenobi vaping)

Obi-Wan's a bit of a hypocrite

He may chastise you for your caffeine consumption, but God forbid anyone try to separate that man from his Jawa Juice

However, it's not because he thinks he's above anyone else, but rather because he knows his habits are bad

Speaking of which, he was most definitely a cigarette smoker in his padawan days

He kicked the habit when Anakin became his first padawan, but he still keeps a box or two of Eopie Blues at a close reach.

Always indulges the younglings, who are all enamored with him

Lets the little ones climb all over him like a jungle gym

Doesn't hesitate a crying youngling and comfort them

Touch is definitely his love language

He's very much the type to immediately touch your forehead if you say you're feeling sick

Ruffles your hair when he's proud

Places a hand on your shoulders when you're anxious

Biggest hugger in the Jedi Order (the bar is exceptionally low here), has a great sixth sense for when someone needs a good hug

Forehead Kisser

A true master of power naps

Makes you offer to put away other people's shopping carts at the grocery store

Drops the most insane dad lore

Doesn't quite seem to understand that it is insane

"Lots of people have a catalogue of songs by famous outlaw folk singers written about them."

"I don't understand you're so hung up on that. I guarantee you the Jedi life will lead you to do much stranger things than be offered a spot in a cannibalistic cult that worships a broken droid they think is the Maker and will rise again."

"It's not that odd to be banned from a planet for turning down their queen's marriage proposal. Frankly, it's a miracle Anakin isn't banned from any at all."

He's got a knack for hand sewing

He's a fancy man, but he's certainly not wasteful. There's no need to part with a perfectly good tunic just because it has a fixable hole in it.

Also has a knack for cutting hair

Always cut Anakin's hair for him

Knows how to do Mandalorian (French) Naboolian (Dutch) and Gungan (fishtail) braids (most definitely probably thanks to that year he spent with Satine)

Has the tiniest first aid kit but manages to fit everything he could possibly need in there

Including menstrual products and mint tea (good for the tummy)

Keeps an eye on padawans on harsher masters

This is partially part of his duty to make sure all padawans are getting the care and education they need, but also because he wants to make sure all padawans know how much their presence and hard work is valued

It's not his place to question another master's teaching tactics, but he can make sure he slips in a praise or two for the padawan whose shoulders always seem a little slumped

[cookybananas]

It's Been A Long Time, Old Friend (Part II) - Unburnt!Darth Vader x Reader

author's note: apologies for the delay! but here is part II to 'Its Been A Long Time, Old Friend'. I am currently working on the third chapter, which will be the final part of the mini-series. I am hoping to release it within the next few days. please let me know what you think of the series so far! xx

summary: where Darth Vader arrives on the planet of Lianna. Only to discover that the Queen of Lianna was once his old flame during his Jedi years. part I: It's Been A Long Time, Old Friend (Part I)

You couldn't sleep as well as you thought last night. You felt overwhelming chilly and cold. Perhaps you accidentally left one of your balcony doors open.

Chira was doing your hair as you accessorized yourself with jewelry. You were expected to dress a certain way ever since you became a monarch. Displaying your wealth and status in the intricate, puffy gowns, bouffant hair, and excessive jewelry. At times, you felt the clothing and jewelry you had wore was a bit much, but to your dismay, you didn't have a say in it.

"Is everything alright Y/N?" Chira spoke up, noticing how you were less talkative this morning.

"Yes, Chira...It's just a surprise to find out that Lord Vader would be staying with us the next four weeks. Other than that, everything is fine." You gave her a small smile as you both made your way out of your chambers. Both you and Chira talked some more before you dismissed her to her other duties.

After indulging in breakfast with Kairos in silence as per usual, he eventually left as he had gone off to show Lord Vader the facilities to where his TIE fighters were being built.

You were in the palace's private library, reading away. Life in the palace was boring, but you selfishly prefer this than having to hop planets every week. You didn't have to work in terrible conditions and worry about when or what your next meal was. At times, you weren't sure how long you could get away living this life, or how long the Empire would reign for.

Vader's presence on Lianna left you on edge, you began to ponder at your ruminations. What if you hadn't fully cut yourself off from the force? When the Jedi fell, inquisitors arose and hunted any Jedi. Whether it was to turn them into inquisitors or just simply kill them off. At times, you wanted to reach out to Obi-Wan and see how he was doing. Though, you and Obi-Wan agreed to never disclosed your locations to each other, for the sake of each other's safety, you couldn't deny that you missed your old friend dearly. But there one person you missed the most, and it was your former lover, Anakin Skywalker.

You felt like a traitor when you were forced to marry Kairos. You felt as if you betrayed Obi-Wan, yourself, and most importantly, Anakin. The guilt ate you up for the longest time until you made peace with it, believing this was how your life was going to be from now on.

When Obi-Wan had broke the news that Anakin gone, you refused to believe him at first. You lived in denial for several months, drowning in your sorrow, and holding out hope that your husband would return to you one day.

There was one night, you had a dream of Anakin dying. The dream felt too real that you couldn't tell if it was the force telling you the veracious fate of Anakin. You searched your feelings, which only pushed you in believing that the Anakin you knew and loved ceased to exist. That same night, you made the decision to cut yourself off the force and try to leave your Jedi past behind.

-

Lightning flashed through the tall windows of the dimly-lit palace. The faint sound of thunder rumbling echoed throughout the night sky, masking the sound of Vader's heavy footsteps and breathing as he roamed the corridors. After a long day of touring the facilities and having to listen to Kairos at every minute of the day, Vader was ready to be done and meditate in his chambers. But before he could, Vader had to map out the palace, scanning the building to locate any secrets that may had any hidden passages, hiding any force-sensitive people.

After sending two probe droids and unit of stormtroopers to scan the exterior, Vader had made a beeline through every hallway and room he had encountered, making sure every crevasse of the interior of the palace was noted in his holomap.

When Vader had hit the throne room, the blue light emitted from his wrist, scanning over the objects and walls within the room. When the light had hit the large portrait of you and Kairos, Vader paused, analyzing the picture. Though the room was dimly lit from the lanterns on the wall, the flashes of lightning allowed Vader to take in the portrait clearly.

Vader studied you, his eyes scanning over your features. Your face didn't have any of the royal face paint on. Instead, your face bore little to no makeup, showing your true natural beauty. Vader furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes landed at the small scar on your right cheek. Vader couldn't tell if it was a doppelgänger, or that it was a coincidence that another woman in the space system happened to eerily look like you and have the exact scar on the cheek. He thought fate was playing with him.

"My Lord, we have just finished scanning the palace." The voice of one of his stormtroopers shook Vader out of his thoughts. A flash of lighting glared through the windows and on the portrait, as Vader took one last good look at image before leaving the room and into his chambers.

-

A week had passed since Vader made the decision to stay at the palace. You rarely saw him around at first, but he soon came around and would join you and Kairos for breakfast and dinner. Though he wouldn't eat anything and would just sit and watch you and Kairos eat in silence, perhaps it allowed him to come out of his shell, or just spy on you both.

The one thing you did notice, was how he took a liking to you, at least that's what you convinced yourself of. Whenever Vader was in the presence of both you and Kairos, you always felt like there were a pair of eyes watching you. When you would look back at him, he either continue to stare at you or avert his gaze.

Maybe you were going crazy, but you could still sense Vader's prying eyes on you before going to bed. Because of this, you had made sure to close and lock your balcony doors every night, but even then, you couldn't shake the feeling away that you were being watched.

There was one day you wanted to test the waters with Vader and mustered the courage to start a conversation with him.

"Lord Vader, I hope you are enjoying your stay with us." You stated, approaching the Sith Lord, who was gazing over the clashing waves of the ocean. Vader turned to look at you, surprised at your words.

"Your majesty, it would appear I am enjoying my stay here. It does feel great... To be here, where it is beautiful, and relaxing" He let out, turning to look back at the ocean. You raised your eyebrows, stunned at his response. You've heard Vader was often straightforward with his words, never did he find interest in engaging in intimate conversations, even with his own men.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that Lord Vad-"

"Vader. You can refer me as Vader m'lady. You need not use formalities when you address me, especially when we are alone together." He interrupted you, you were taken aback at his words, unsure what to say.

"Well, Vader. In that case, you can call me Y/N." You gave him a small smile. Anakin whipped his head at your words, his eyes widening under the mask. It was you, it has to be you, this has to be a twist of fate. Anakin's breath hitched in his throat at the revelation.

"Are you alright Vader?" Your tone became serious, noticing the sudden change in his demeanor. You unconsciously touched his well built bicep, a habit you had when expressing your concern. The sudden contact sent a surge of electricity through the both of you. Realizing your action, you pulled your arm back. Anakin on the other hand was disappointed when your hand was no longer on him. He felt that all the pieces missing to him have fallen in place when you touched him. The faint feeling of familiarity he felt when he had landed on Lianna, had become stronger by the moment when you had touched him.

"Oh would you look at that, it's almost time for supper, care to join us?" You cleared your throat, looking down at your pocket watch, quickly changing the subject matter. Vader couldn't refuse, he needed an excuse to be with you longer. He needed you to touch him again, or him to touch you, or something for him to feel that spark he had just felt.

"I...I would love that." He let out. You gave him a huge grin at his response.

A gesture that Vader would never do, he offered his arm to you, in hopes he that you'll ignite that spark in him again. You hooked your arm around his, as you both made your way to the dining hall.

To say that Vader was feeling conflicted at the moment was an understatement. Anakin began to feel that his heart was melting away the ice around it. The past two years, he had felt nothing but fear, pain, and suffering. All of sudden, you, you reminded him about this youthful self and his past, before he became a Sith.

Anakin knew he would have to bring you to the Emperor or have you killed, whether it by his hands or one of his inquisitors, but now he couldn't bring himself to do either. You were his, truly. You were his angel, his wife, and his Y/N. All of the visions he had of you dying were no longer true, there were fictitious. Anakin thought he had lost everyone he loved, but you remained.

-

"That was well delicious as always." Kairos said to one of the butlers, to which you nodded in agreement as the butlers took the plates away.

"It's getting late, we should head to bed honey." You spoke up, looking at Kairos, who nodded in agreement.

"Allow me to walk you to your room my dear." Kairos stood up from his seat, as did you. You roped your arm his as you turned to back at Vader who was seated across the table.

"Goodnight Lord Vader." You gave him a smile, before leaving the room with Kairos. The both of you strolled down the hallway in comfortable silence. Instead of walking into the direction of your private chambers, you both made your way out to the palace's lit up courtyard. Kairos stopped in his place, turning to face you, holding both of your hands in his.

"Y/N..." Kairos spoke up. You looked up to him curious at his strange behavior and sudden intimacy.

"What is it Kairos?" You asked.

"I've noticed our guest has taken a liking to you." He commented. You raise an eyebrow at his statement.

"I think you're reading into it too much Kairos." You turned away, walking back into the direction from where you had came from, not wanting to deal with whatever Kairos had to pick with you this time. However, Kairos grabbed a hold of your wrist, spinning you around to face him.

"Y/N, for once put your ego aside... I understand we may not get along and disagree on most things, but I do care about you... I trust you, but I don't trust Lord Vader. Don't think I haven't noticed his wandering eyes on you." You scoffed at his accusation, ripping your hand out his grasp.

"Are you hearing yourself Kairos? You seem jealous at Vader's closelesness to me. Perhaps-" Before you could finish your words, Kairos smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as you shoved Kairos off, wiping yours lips in disgust.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" You began to yell at him, never did you imagine Kairos to pull a fast one on you.

"I need you shut up and listen to me for once Y/N. I understand you may not like me, but Lord Vader is here for a reason." Kairos took a step closer to you, his hands holding yours arms that were resting to side. "You may not see it Y/N, but there is something about you that brought Vader here."

You took a step back from Kairos, letting the revelation hit you. Your jig was up, you realized you should have been more careful around Vader. You should have known better that your force signature was still lingering out there. You needed to get off this planet before Vader figured it out.

"I...I need to know. What exchange did you have with the Empire? What relation do you have with him?"

"I-I don't know Vader like that Kairos. I have no idea what you're trying to get at." Your voice trembled, failing to hide your sudden nervousness.

"I suppose, you don't have to tell me if you want to... However, I do think it's best you leave Lianna for sometime. Before something happens." Kairos' voice was softer now. He held your hands once again, his eyes boring into yours. "I'll make sure Chira comes along with you, I'll send you to a planet somewhere in the Outer Rim. The Empire and Lord Vader would not be able to track you as easily there."

"Thank you Kairos... Really, I mean it." You cupped his cheek, to which he closed his eyes and leaned his head into. Realizing what you needed to do and where you needed to go, you knew this would probably be the last time you would step foot on Lianna, at least for a long time. "I apologize for roping you into this.... I know we had our differences, but I did not mind being around you. Even if you were a pain in my ass."

Kairos chuckled at your words, amused at your humor during one of the few vulnerable moments shared between the both of you. You knew you couldn't bring yourself to love Kairos, despite being married. You felt your heart still belonged to Anakin, even when you convinced yourself that he was gone.

"Just know I did love you Y/N, but I knew your heart was somewhere else when I had choose you." You quirked an eyebrow at his words.

"Y-you knew? Why did you still choose me?"

"You were beautiful, and still are. In truth, I needed my father to get off my back, but I did feel alone for the longest time before meeting you." Kairos looked down, avoiding your gaze.

Your eyes soften at his state. Part of you believed that your relationship with Kairos could have worked out. You strongly believed that you could have been good friends at least, but you both were too occupied being enemies than wanting to get along.

"I won't keep you here any longer. I'll have a ship ready for you. Grab whatever you need. Chira and I will meet you by the landing pad." The sudden shift in Kairos' serious tone shook you out of your pondering.

"I'll be quick. Thank you once again Kairos." You gave a quick kiss on his cheek before breaking out into a run, making your way into your private chambers to grab your emergency bag that held your personal items.

-

the finale: It's Been A Long Time, Old Friend (III)

[starrdream]

Sundress

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader summary: Anakin takes you to a summer party the Jedi are hosting. includes: fluff, pervy Ani

Anakin was ecstatic when you agreed to go to the annual summer party that the Jedi were hosting. 

Just hearing about what the place looked like brought you joy. The thing was, it was 5 weeks away. You simply couldn’t wait and spent any free time fussing about your outfit and hair.

It was safe to say you were excited. Not just for the party itself, you wanted to meet Anakin’s colleagues and friends-people he talked about more often than not.

It even got to the point where you bought a beautiful sundress in advance. The flowers on it were a beautiful blue and they partially reminded you of Anakin’s eyes.

The big day has come and the look on Anakin’s face was priceless.

“Baby you-” He stammers, not knowing what to say as you walk out of the bathroom. Stepping closer, his hands find your waist, squeezing your sides appreciatively.

“You look absolutely gorgeous!” He finally finishes, chuckling slightly as he looks you up and down.

“Thank you Ani” You smile sweetly at him.

The evening was just as you imagined. Beautiful, with lots of new people to meet.

Though, the party wouldn’t be complete if Anakin and you didn’t share some lingering glances and touches.

As the night went on, Anakin simply couldn’t contain himself. You were talking to another Jedi, looking effortlessly beautiful

Obi-Wan, whom Anakin was talking to, noticed his former padawan fawning over his own girlfriend. With a firm pat on the shoulder Obi-Wan ended their conversation short.

“You know what I’ve realized? You’re not a Jedi, Anakin. You’re a simp with a lightsaber.” Obi-Wan joked.

Damn right he was.

Anakin tried to protest but Obi-Wan cut him off with a simple:

“Enjoy your night kid.” Before walking away.

Anakin simply couldn’t tear his eyes away from you..nor your chest.

The dress made your tits pop up so deliciously. Oh the things he’d do to just hold, squeeze or even just touch-stop. He warned himself internally.

 He was convinced every male present was drooling over you and he didn’t like it one bit. He let you socialise for a little while longer before officially calling it a night.

He couldn’t stand looking at you but not being able to touch you. It made him all hot and bothered and he wasn’t having any of it.

Walking over to you, he made up some half-assed excuse as to why you have to leave. Never in his life has Anakin Skywalker been so excited to leave a party. He basically dragged you towards his speeder, not answering any of your questions.

“But I was having fun Ani!”

“Why’re you in such a rush?”

“We don’t even have a cat, why'd you lie about that?”

“Could’ve just asked to talk to me.”

“Where are we even going?”

He opened the back door of his speeder before pulling you inside with him, positioning you so that you were straddling his lap.

“Ani what’s all this about?”

“I couldn’t keep my hands off of you..you’re so gorgeous.” He admits rather boldly.

“So you dragged me out of the party instead of asking to dance like a normal person?” You half joke.

“Well I’m not exactly ‘normal’..” He teases. “I hope you’ll forgive me baby.” He places a kiss on your cheek.

“I just wanted you really close to me” He adds as he kisses your jaw next.

Probably gonna make a pt. 2

[tragedy-for-sale]

Lingering Pain

Whoever decided to have Obi-Wan's hair fall out of place to symbolize when he himself is falling apart is genius.

When he's fighting Maul, he doesn't want to defeat him, he wants to kill him. He's so angry, flashes of Qui-Gon lying lifeless on the floor go through his head and suddenly he's 25 again losing the only father he'd ever known. Suddenly, he's channeling all the rage of his youth and it consumes him because this isn't Maul versus Obi-Wan now, this is Maul versus a young man who'd never known loss like this.

Now notice all the lightsaber marks, and notice how they all come from Obi-Wan. Maul doesn't slash the wall. Maul has the advantage, he's calm, collected and he knew exactly what to say that would rile Obi-Wan, and it worked. All that trauma Obi-Wan went through with Qui-Gon's death, there wasn't a Jedi that could help him in the way he needed. So he buried all of it, but then Maul came back from the dead, and so did all that pain.

Maul still being alive isn't fair. It isn't fair that he got cut in half and was able to live when Qui-Gon didn't survive. Obi-Wan finds himself so angry because how does a creature so evil get to live and his master didn't? You see can it in his rage, it isn't fair, you can see the mournful root of his anger, it isn't fair, you can see it with each careless, striken blow, It isn't fair.

[dangraccoon]

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Chapter 9 - Compliment

Word Count: 660

Content: Cody openly testing the waters by flirting with his General, Obi-Wan being a complete disaster about it, Anakin and Ahsoka wingmanning for Obi-Wan

For @literallyjustanerd, based on this post

Cody knew he’d always find the General’s advice helpful, but he knew it was a ruse.

General Kenobi nodded as he listened to something Pulse was saying, then noticed his approach as the medic walked away.

“Ah, Cody,” Kenobi greeted him, his warm smile sending a wave of fluttery jitters through Cody’s body. “How can I reduce your ever-growing to-do list today?”

Cody wouldn’t have ever described himself as someone who got nervous easily, not even as a cadet, but here, under the soft gaze of the General’s blue eyes–maker, Cody had never seen anything as vividly blue as his General’s eyes besides maybe his lightsaber–he was starting to feel almost twitchy. 

“The shinies, sir,” he managed. “Our latest batch is having trouble adjusting to the time changes.”

“Ah, yes,” Kenobi nodded. “A struggle we all must face now and again.”

“Is there any… jetii mirdnaas you could bestow upon them?”

The General’s eyes narrowed. “Cody, if you wanted to get out of the two-week check-in, you could have just said so,” he chided, though the way his lips pulled into a smirk betrayed his amusement. 

Cody stifled a laugh. “Of course, sir.”

Kenobi tapped at the datapad in his hand, likely adding the task to his own list. 

“Is there something else I can assist you with, my dear?”

Cody could practically hear his heart speed up and felt it in his throat. He’d come to talk to his General for a reason damn it. He needed to follow through. Nu ba’soleta bat ven’tuur, he growled at himself. Ke’vaabi o’r ibi’tuur.

“Your hair is getting long,” he finally said, reaching out to lightly brush a stray auburn lock from his eyes. “But I think it looks good on you.”

Cody had to bite his tongue to keep from calling him “sir”; he was sure that would affect the results. Though now, while time seemed to stand still after he’d initiated his little experiment, he started to doubt that particular choice. Maybe it was an extra variable that he should have tested another time. A thrill ran through him at the idea of ever doing anything like this again. 

He couldn’t think about that now–not when he had to carefully observe the General’s reaction. That was the whole reason for all this after all. 

Time seemed to resume and Kenobi’s focused expression fell away into surprise, his brow lifting and his lips coming apart with a soft gasp that Cody almost couldn’t hear. 

A deep blush blossomed across his cheeks, even spreading to his ears as his mouth moved minutely. Cody thought it made him look somehow even lovelier. 

“I, ah- thank you, Cody,” he mumbled breathlessly after a moment. “Please, excuse me.”

Before Cody could say another word, the General turned on his heel walking briskly away.

How Cody ended up sitting on a couch in General Skywalker’s office on The Resolute sandwiched between the General and Commander Tano– though the latter was slouched back against the well-worn cushions, snacking on some sugary junk found on a run ashore, sharing various holos on her datapad with Rex, who almost seemed half asleep, his own datapad nearly slipping from his hand.

The General had a datapad as well, though he’d been holding it in front of Cody, swiping through seemingly endless holophotos. 

Skywalker had explained his fascination with the holorecorder Kenobi had given him as a kid, but seeing it play out in image after image, mostly of a very young General Kenobi was something else.

“Personally, I don’t get why he bothers to keep it cut so short,” Skywalker shrugged. “I think he looked alright, don’t you, Commander?”

Cody’s face suddenly felt very hot. “I-I couldn’t say, sir.”

Rex barked a laugh. “Ne’ret gar, vod?” he muttered under his breath. Cody glared at him.

“Oh, leave him alone, Master,” Commander Tano scoffed. “He doesn’t want to see all your ancient holos!”“What? But the man has eyes, doesn’t he?”

Event: As a method of testing my theory, I approached General Kenobi under the guise of seeking advice on training new recruits. After we had spoken, I remarked that his hair was getting long and looked good on him. General Kenobi failed to respond, turned red, and eventually thanked me before walking away 

Rational explanation: I may have overstepped professional boundaries and caused the General some surprise or embarrassment with my personal statement

Irrational explanation: General Obi-Wan Kenobi, famed for both his silver tongue and for his belief that flirtation is a valid battlefield strategy, is somehow completely unable to function upon receiving a single compliment from me

Additional Notes: General Skywalker is now showing me holophotos of a young General Kenobi with long hair. Did General Kenobi tell him what I said? Why would he do that? Is General Skywalker trying to wingman for him now? What does this mean?

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