#padwan obi wan x reader

[thegreatwicked]

Your list is so impressive! 😭 can I ask for two? Padawan (of course), and I'm intrigued to know more about your originals! Would love a snip of "Not Your Fucking Grieving Widow"

Thanks love! Of course, you can! Let's start with Padawan!

“Quite insatiable, aren’t you?” You didn’t answer him, laying your lips on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

“Shh, focus my Padawan,” You teased, you would have given anything to see the look on his face at your use of the title for him.

"And what do you suggest I focus on?" 

Obi-Wan fought to maintain his Jedi focus in this new unchartered territory but with your hands exploring his body and your lips on his neck, it was proving to be quite difficult. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the desire that threatened to consume him. As unorthodox as what you were doing was he couldn’t deny there was something spiritual about it, the way your breathing and hearts were as one and the gentle peace and pleasure lapping at the two of you creating a sense of intimate connection that both thrilled and terrified him.

But then you pressed against him again and moaned softly in his ear, “So tense Master,”

The use of the title and the sensation of your heated skin against his caused a groan to escape from deep within him. And you brought your hands up and began to rub his shoulders. He tensed briefly but then began to relax under your touch,.

“Maybe I can help,” 

Obi-Wan's resolve started to crumble as your hands moved up his neck and through his hair. 

Despite knowing it was a game he wasn't meant to win, Obi-Wan continued trying to hone his focus through the age old tradition of Jedi meditation with this new twist, and for a few moments, he saw some measure of success. 

Peace enveloped him the same way your hands caressed his shoulders and strangely enough, he felt more calm than usual, his breathing deep and steady at least for a little while. 

His composure waivered as your lips brushed against his ear and you felt him shudder as your hands dipped down the front of his chest brushing against his muscles feeling them flex and shift beneath your touch and every so often he'd let out a tiny breath. 

He was doing a good job of remaining composed, that was until you reached the drawstring waistband of his trousers, that was when he truly lost himself.

Your fingers danced along the seam of muscle and cloth for a moment before slipping a finger underneath then another until your hand enveloped his quickly thickening cock and he let out a low moan.

"Concentrate, Master," you chided, your words dripping with seduction as you continued to stroke him, "Feel the power of the force pulsating through you, driving your desires." You threw emphasis on words like feel and pulsating in tandem with how you stroked him, being a merciless tease.

"Y-yes," he muttered as your grip grew firmer. 

This was more than just a game; with you by his side, guiding him with both mind and body, he felt more connected to the force than ever before.

His rigid posture began to falter and his hands balled into fists, "Can you feel it, Master."

A low rumble raced through his chest, "You really are testing my patience, Padawan." He said in a voice that vaguely sounded like a warning. 

"Forgive me, Master, let me make it up to you." You slipped two fingers inside yourself, gathering the wetness there while your other hand stroked him slower and your thumb smeared his precum around the head of his cock.

Your teeth found his ear and you nipped at him, "Padawan," He warned again in a lower tone, but whatever threats he had in mind never came. Before he moved again to make good on his tone, you brought your fingers to his lips, painting them in your wetness. 

He quickly took them into his mouth with a deep unadulterated moan, his rigid posture failed him and he relaxed into your grip while the sucked on your fingers. You were on cloud nine, loving how you had this warrior of a man unraveling before you. The sensual power over him was intoxicating.

The way his tongue danced over your fingers with a heated intensity that sent little pulses of warmth through your body straight to your core. "Faster?" You asked him a little more out of breath than you'd intended.

He groaned onto your fingers, and shook his head, "Slower." He commanded, releasing your fingers and one of his hands slipped behind your head, pulling you into a kiss, one you could taste yourself on. "More." He growled.

Oh, I need to finish this one, don't I? Lord, the meditation sex trope, always good one. What crazy adventures will our Padwan and her Master get up to from here?? I'll tag you in the other one in a separate post for tagging purposes.

[im-poe-dameron]

THE ROCKROSE AND THE THISTLE

➛ THE BEGINNING

a/n: originally this fic was a one shot. except it became too long to keep it as one part so it's split into two. this is honestly me obsessing over the idea of anakin remaining anakin while being a sith. no armor, no mask, just him with yellow eyes. so i ran with it and turned it as angsty as possible.

summary: after the galatic republic fell to its knees, whispers of anakin skywalker begin to surface. claims that he was no longer the hero they once knew, but a darkness they came to fear. darth vader. yet when he begins to call to you in dreams, you make a choice that might kill you in the end. you choose…to save him.

OR old friends meet now as enemies.

word count: 4.5k+

pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader; darth vader x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, so much of it that it's insane, the hunger for what once was, anakin being evil, dark dreams, talk of death, trauma, fluff, padwan!anakin, soft romance, hopes being tarnished.

THE END | FIC MASTERLIST

His laughter stuck to your skin like a cold sweated fever that refused to pass. It edged its way towards your heart, breaking open your ribs and settling right underneath them. You gasped for air, the heat of the planet seeping into your already bare body with every passing second, and if you weren’t careful it might kill you. Choke you while you slept and continued to dream of the one person you couldn’t save—even if it wasn’t your job to do so.

“C’mon Bandit, that's the best you can do?”

You could see him, a smile on face as he danced around you—the assuredness in his stance and ease in his nature did nothing but make your heart twist violently. The both of you were so young. So innocent and naive; holding beliefs that the galaxy wasn’t as cruel as the Jedi Masters made it out to be. It was a hope that you held more than he did. A reminder in the back of your head that you hadn’t chosen to become this without knowing the consequences. After all, what was light without the darkness that crept around in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike.

How oblivious were you to what was truly going on with him? How could you not see it? The turmoil behind those blue eyes of his, the pain that laced his voice with every word he spoke to you.

“Anakin,” you breathed, your hand clutching at the sheets that were tossed over your body.

“Well don’t just stand there padawan,” he called out as you were pulled once more into a dream you did your best to fight against.

Twisting your body away from the close swipe of his lightsaber, you felt the heat of the blade brush past your cheek. Master Obi-Wan had said you weren’t yet allowed to fight like this, but Anakin always did like to break the rules. Even if it meant getting hurt. Yanking your own lightsaber off the belt it hung loosely from, you pressed the switch—feeling and hearing the familiar thrum of it as it came to life.

“Last time I checked we’re both padawans Skywalker!” You dodged his move, nearly landing into the bushes that lined the edges of the training courtyard.

He shrugged. “Yeah, but in terms of training, I’m definitely ahead of you.”

Scoffing, you leapt forward, swinging the lightsaber towards his leg. He stepped out of the way, attempting to avoid being sliced open but your other leg got beneath his sturdy one, swiping it out from underneath him and causing him to topple to the ground. He fell with a groan of pain—his lightsaber landing a few feet away, now turned off. Anakin’s eyes went wide as you brought your green blade down until it was directly in front of his nose—nearly singing the hair off his face.

“You were saying?”

“What are you two doing?” Obi-Wan’s voice echoed off the walls, startling you from where you stood above Anakin. “I thought I told the both of you that training alone was off limits until you were ready.”

“Master—” Anakin began, his hand reaching out for something—eyes flashing up to see the panicked expression on your face.

“We were just—”

Obi-Wan raising his hand stopped you in your tracks, the all too familiar sigh leaving his lips as he walked towards you. Shifting your footing, you moved to give Anakin space to get up, but didn’t expect his lightsaber to fly through the air, nearly hitting you in the shoulder. He jumped up—a joyous cry of victory echoing around you as he swung his lightsaber towards you, the blue glow of his blade heading towards you.

Switching yours on with a swiftness neither of you knew you possessed, you managed to block his attack—the clashing of the two colors flashing before your eyes. Obi-Wan’s pleas for the both of you to cease whatever this was were suddenly drowned out as you glanced up—a smile on your face.

Expecting to see the friendly blue eyes you’d grown attached to, you felt a shock go through your system as you were met with a glowing yellow. The green of your blade was striking against the red of the lightsaber he held—his teeth bared in a snarl. Dropping your weapon, you stumbled back as he advanced, a cry of his name leaving your mouth. No longer were you friendly sparring with a boy you’d known as long as you’d been alive, but instead you now faced the man who had been twisted up inside—the man you couldn’t save.

“Anakin!” you shouted, hitting the cold ground beneath you.

Gasping sharply, you shot up in the makeshift bed you had on the rocky floor of what looked to be a cave. A ragged sob left you as you scrambled to gather the sheets around your body, tears streaming down your face while the memories of your dream played on repeat in your mind. Anakin’s face—the jagged scar running down his face, the sinister yellow eyes, the absolute fury in his expression—left you shaking. That was not the boy you had known, but a mere fragmented piece of him that still lived in your mind.

It took you a few minutes to remember where exactly you were and how you got there. But eventually you were able to recall landing on Tatooine, the call from Obi-Wan through the Force coming in loud and clear as you meditated on your ship. For years you’d been traveling from planet to planet. Hiding wherever you could and searching for any Jedi that might still be alive. You knew it was a small possibility, but you couldn’t ignore the tug in your gut at the idea.

So far you counted three. Obi-Wan, a boy from Bracca that recognized you when you hid on the planet, and Ahsoka Tano. The hunt for more put you in a state of constant weariness. With every Jedi you found dead, you continued to feel the break in your connection to the Force. The pain you suffered now brought you to the very edge of giving up entirely.

What use was being a Jedi if you had no one to protect but yourself?

You couldn’t even recall the image of your master’s face anymore, let alone remember what it felt like when peace lived within the galaxy. Now you were constantly looking over your shoulder. The fear of being found, always leaving you teetering on the edge of panic.

Exhaling out a stuttered breath, you heard your name called from the other side of the cave as Obi-Wan was roused from his own sleep. The twin suns were starting to rise in the distance—light breaking through the darkness within the rocks and you felt some sense of peace fill your lungs. For now you would push the nightmare aside and focus on the present. There was no use remaining in the past—in things you couldn’t change.

No matter how much you wished you could.

“Is everything alright?” Obi-Wan asked, his bare feet coming into your line of sight as he shuffled closer.

You nodded, the sweat sticking to the back of your neck. “Yeah I just…I had a nightmare.”

He sat beside you on the floor, offering you a small canteen filled with water, which you took gratefully. “About Anakin?”

Simply hearing his name brought the fire back into your chest, the pain that ran through your body returning with enough force to have you shrinking in on yourself. You only knew Anakin as a friend; had seen him one last time when he entered the Jedi Temple before you managed to escape and drag a few younglings with you. But Obi-Wan knew him like a brother. They were closer than you could have even imagined and while you sat there fighting back the pain—he’d already gone numb because of it.

There was speculation that he died on Mustafar. That Obi-Wan had delivered the final blow—put what once was his apprentice out of the agonizing misery he left him in. But you now knew otherwise. After all the whispers of sightings grew—claims that they’d seen the once heroic Anakin Skywalker destroying planets, killing innocent people—reached your ears. Until you had no choice but to let him in—find him through the one final connection you still had yet to cut off.

“I know where he is,” you muttered, staring at the light dusting of sunlight that covered the floor.

Obi-Wan turned quickly towards you. “What?” You nodded, tracing the cave’s entrance with your eyes. “Where?”

“Right where you left him,” you breathed. “I suppose Palpatine thought he was being funny by remaining on Mustafar.”

“He’s—” Obi-Wan let out a breath, looking down at his hands. You felt grief flicker through the Force—dark and muted. A stark contrast to his usual cerulean blue. “Did you see him?”

“That’s the awful part Obi-Wan,” you said, the tears streaming freely down your face. Or perhaps you hadn’t stopped crying in the first place. You could no longer tell. “He called to me…like you did, placing memories in my head of our past together. And—then I saw his face and his—his eyes are…” Trailing off you wiped roughly at your cheeks. “He’s no longer Anakin.”

“He called to you,” Obi-Wan murmured.

At first when the dreams started, you couldn’t tell if you were finally losing it or if your mind truly held a twisted sense of humor. Playing back every happy memory you shared with Anakin. Every daring adventure you both took together and more often than you would have liked, the kiss you shared in the middle of Tatooine—the night his mother died. It was a past you wished to forget and yet it was seemingly forced upon you night after night.

“Why?” You shut your eyes, once again seeing his yellow eyes flash in your mind. “What does he want with me?”

Obi-Wan stood, turning his back to give you a chance to dress yourself. “He may not even realize he’s calling out to you.”

Shoving your tunic back on, you tied it around your waist, your boots going on next. With the heat that spread around Tatooine you regretted showing up in the black clothing you wore, but they were all you owned. The black cloak you’d been wrapped in reminded you of the man you tried so hard to forget about. After all, it was his to begin with.

One freezing night on Ilum—a mission to get him a new kyber crystal after he destroyed his lightsaber—led to him handing over his cloak. In a foolish turn of events, you forgot yours on the ship and Anakin didn’t want to return back to Obi-Wan with you half frozen to death. You could recall the way he’d wrapped it around the both of you, his arms tight on your waist as you hid in the caverns of the planet. What you thought would be simply another mission, wound up being far more than you expected. 

You realized the depth of your love for him in the perils of a planet that would end you without mercy. The irony wasn’t lost to you. Trapped in a place that felt like your fury of emotions—the danger of what you harbored like a fugitive.

Sure, you’d shared your fair share of emotions with him, kissing here and there, but nothing progressed further than that. His heart had always belonged to another. And you accepted it without question.

“He’s dreaming,” you whispered, picking up your lightsaber and clipping it to your belt.

“His mind may not yet be settled completely in the dark side of the Force. It would betray him in dreams.”

“But why me? Why not you?” They held a closer bond and Anakin would surely call for his former master before he called for the girl he once entertained the idea of feelings with.

“You represent a time in his life when he was happy.”

“So do you. So why does he—”

“I left him half alive on Mustafar. Padme is dead,” Obi-Wan stated monotonically as if he were reading it from a book. “His mind wouldn’t turn to memories of a woman he could no longer reach. If anything that would only push him further into the dark side.”

You sighed, the pain in your head now spreading down to your neck. “Unless he’s trying to figure out where his children are.”

“No, he doesn’t know they’re alive.”

Letting out a breath, you tried to focus on the small inkling of light that came through the Force. Your last attachment to it suddenly become your life line every night you fell asleep; the pain of reliving your past was so grueling it became torture in its own way. You felt the familiar press of Obi-Wan’s energy against the back of your mind as he gently asked for permission to see what you saw. To relive the memories with you.

“You won’t like what you find in there,” you muttered, slipping on the cloak that somehow still carried fragments of Anakin in the fabric.

“Perhaps not, but nonetheless Bandit.” Flinching at the nickname bestowed upon you by Anakin himself, you relented and allowed your walls to collapse to the ground beneath you.

None of it mattered anymore. Not the love you felt for him or the anguish you endured when he fell for someone else, because he wasn’t Anakin anymore. He merely wore the face of a man you thought you knew once upon a time—a memory that refused to die.

“Just remain still,” Obi-Wan said, watching as you returned back to where you were sitting, your legs crossed and eyes falling shut. “This won’t hurt.”

You both knew it was a lie, but you didn’t care much at that point. He’d already delved past your walls and was now digging through your memories, yanking up each one that Anakin had placed there. Inhaling sharply you dug your nails into your clothed thighs as he pulled up one that proved you and Anakin both went against the Jedi Code at least once in your life.

Once again his laughter filled your mind, splintering your heart in two.

“Tell me Bandit,” Anakin leapt over a rock in the middle of a river, his boots splashing water everywhere. “Why didn’t you want to come here?”

You sighed, picking up a stone and tossing it—watching with satisfaction as it floated in the air for a second. Courtesy of Anakin attempting to show off his powers.

You were sent to Kashyyyk as a part of the Jedi's diplomatic training for padawan, but halfway through Master Yoda told the both of you to stand guard near the camps. Which led to Anakin and you residing in the middle of a river, watching as birds flew overhead. The sounds of the forest around you breathed life into your lungs.

“I can’t help it if my master thinks I need diplomatic training,” you replied, emphasizing the word diplomatic with a roll of your eyes.

“Every Jedi needs it.” He tossed a pebble your way, watching you focus to float it in mid-air, copying him. “Or at least that’s what Obi-Wan tells me.”

“And what do you think?”

He shrugged. “I think that diplomatic training helps us make a difference in the galaxy. We’re meant to be peacemakers right?”

“I guess…” Shifting, you turned to see another bird fly overhead, making a shrill sound you’d never heard before. “But what’s the point of being a peacemaker when so many think of the Jedi as soldiers?”

“That’s where the training comes in handy,” he said, a grin spreading across his lips.

“Then tell me Skywalker, what makes you such an expert in the diplomatic areas of life?”

He tossed another pebble, laughing when it hit your shoulder. “Sometimes you have to make negotiations as a Jedi.” He jumped to shore, dropping another stone to the collection he’d been steadily building since you found the river.

“Ah yes but not all of them are peaceful,” you called out, following him and landing on another closer rock.”

“Obi-Wan likes to call them…aggressive negotiations.”

“Let me guess… That means negotiations—”

“With a lightsaber,” he finished for you—smiling.

You fell into laughter at that, throwing your head back as a lovely ache spread through your stomach. Only for it to quickly divert into a yelp at the feeling of your foot slipping on the rock. Losing your balance, you quickly tried to right yourself, but knew there wouldn’t be a way to fix it in time. So you gave into the fall. The pain would last for a moment, but Anakin’s hand grasping onto your wrist steadied your movements. He brought you back to a standing position. Where you promptly fell against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked, hands cupping your cheeks to tilt your head back.

Nodding, you felt your throat dry up once you realized exactly how close he stood to you. It wasn’t right to feel the sharp tug in your heart at the sight of his blue eyes which bored into yours—the color nearly putting the river itself to shame. You shouldn’t hold these feelings for a fellow padawan—you knew the rules inside and out, and yet…he still hadn’t let go of your face. His thumbs rubbed gently at your cheeks, a faint smile playing on his lips as he saw your own part slightly.

“What would you call this?” you inquired breathlessly, hands pressing against his chest and feeling his heartbeat beneath them.

Anakin breathed out a puff of laughter—the warmth of it washing across your cheek as he moved even closer. “A polite conclusion.”

Before you could smile, he dipped down, pressing his lips against yours and effectively ceasing your words. You’d always wondered if he would ever kiss you a second time after what happened on Tatooine. Neither of you spoke of it again after he pulled away and left you standing there, but you knew something had shifted between the both of you. Just like it did now. Sliding your hands up until your arms wrapped around his neck, you tried to keep yourself balanced as he once again tore the ground up from underneath you.

It was him pulling you closer that did you in. His lips were soft—you always knew they would be—and it took everything in you not to ask for more than just this. The warmth of his tongue pressing against your bottom lip jerked you out of your reverie, causing you to practically tear yourself away from him. His arms only tightened around your waist, lips more insistent as he coaxed you once more into a kiss that shouldn’t have happened.

You opened your mouth, melting into his hold as his tongue pressed against yours and felt the steady thrum of your heart speed up exponentially. Until you were sure it would burst out of your chest.

“Beautiful,” he murmured—pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“They could find us,” you said, fighting against the haze he put you in. “They could—”

“I don’t care.”

Three words shouldn’t have made you submit so easily, but there you were giving into his kiss yet again. Whimpering into his mouth and kissing him back with enough fervor to throw him off slightly, causing him to stumble back a bit. This shouldn’t happen. It wasn’t right. Jedi weren’t meant to form attachments. Especially not with other Jedi. The heat of his tongue against yours shoved the words right out of your mind, but still something continued to feel off.

It wasn’t…right.

This…didn’t—it didn’t feel…right.

“Enough!” you exclaimed, shoving Obi-Wan out of your mind as you clutched your head, the tears now falling down your face in waves. Heaving in a ragged breath, you tried to piece the walls that enclosed your mind back together, but found you couldn’t.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Just don’t,” you snapped. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

You knew it wasn’t right to turn your anger on Obi-Wan, but there was so much of it that you couldn’t stop it even if you tried. At this point you weren’t sure if the anger truly belonged to you or if it was Anakin’s pouring into you from the Force. Still you struggled to maintain it, breathing deeply as you fought to get back to the light side of the Force.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, watching as the inside of your mind waged war on itself. “I know why he’s calling out to you.”

“Why?” you asked, helpless against the mental anguish that you were going through.

“He loves you.”

Scoffing, you struggled to get to your feet. “Don’t be ridiculous Obi-Wan. He never loved me.”

“If you believe that then there’s no hope in saving him.”

Turning, you felt the anger flood your veins, shoving its way to the surface. “Saving him?” you shouted. “There’s no saving him! He murdered the people we cared about. Younglings! He turned himself into what they wanted him to be—what they molded him to be.”

“We’re Jedi. We must keep the peace no matter the cost—”

“And how far will you go to keep this peace? My death? Your death? The death of Luke, of his sister?” Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed. “Anakin Skywalker is dead. In his place Darth Vader walks the path of the Sith.” You shut your eyes, doing what you could to right your mind. “Saving him was never an option.”

“We have to try.”

“I don’t,” you replied, effectively shutting yourself off from the Force as Obi-Wan attempted to push his way through to you.

“Then what will you do? Keep hiding?”

“Yes!” you cried. “I will keep hiding, because the Jedi Order is gone and everything we stood for, everything that kept the balance…he destroyed. I would rather think him dead than be constantly reminded of his betrayal.”

Obi-Wan stood, his expression exactly the same as when he told you of what transpired that fateful night. “You’re being selfish and that’s not the Jedi way.”

“Fuck you.” The words were spat out harshly in his direction. “I choose to forget all that pain and if that makes me selfish…then so be it. Perhaps you should try it.”

You were being cruel to him—unfair—because the anger inside of you could no longer be contained behind the walls of your mind. Whether it was yours or Anakin’s you could no longer tell, but it hurt either way. It felt as if you were being stabbed repeatedly in the heart with every new memory, dream, and hope that was shoved your way. Obi-Wan’s ideas of saving Anakin were merely fantasy. Yet that didn’t stop you from believing they could be true—that you might be able to save him and stop this madness.

“Do you think I haven’t tried?” His words startled you. “I wish I could forget what I did to leave him there, how I nearly killed him. It haunts me with every dream and every memory—just as it does you Bandit, but I…do not have the luxury of forgetting.”

He was right. You knew it down to the very marrow of your bones that being able to forget was simply a transparent hope you held onto. Eventually it would shatter in your hands, leaving you bleeding in the end, just as he did. Only how could you try and save the man who did so much damage? Who broke your heart over and over again simply to gain the power to save the ones he loved from death.

“He’ll kill me,” you whispered, eyes staring at the now orange sky that peeked through the entrance of the cave.

“How do you know?”

Scoffing, you glanced at Obi-Wan. “I just do. Even if he did love me, love is a weakness to Sith.”

“Yes. You’re right.” He stepped closer, his palm falling to your shoulder and grasping it softly. “But a weakness in Anakin’s case could be just what’s needed to save him.”

You wanted to deny his words, to pretend you could simply remain as you were. A fugitive in a galaxy that was under siege—a galaxy that could no longer be saved. But the familiar feeling that pulled at the back of your mind rose up—making space in the hollow space of your chest that once housed your heart. The need to help. To bring peace once more and show that the Jedi of old weren’t gone entirely.

“I don’t know if I can face him,” you whispered, staring at the lines of your palm in the hopes that they would make his eyes vanish from your mind. That you wouldn’t have to live with this suffering.

“We all have to face him eventually,” Obi-Wan admitted.

You knew what he meant; how the feelings waged a war in his own mind too. He was just as terrified to finally see the man he once knew, to witness what Anakin had become, what the dark side turned him into. The fear still lingered in his mind, overtaking everything he knew like a plague. There was never any other alternative than this. The second Anakin turned, the both of you were left with nothing else to do except scatter amidst the galaxy.

It was a grief that weighed heavy on your shoulders.

A loss you’d never come back from.

“There’s nothing we can do to help him.” As much as Obi-Wan wanted to see otherwise, you knew that to be the truth. Anakin was beyond helping, but even still you found yourself unable to let go of the hope. That constant echo of what once was now resurfacing the longer you tried to fight against this.

You were a keeper of the peace. A protector of those who couldn’t protect themselves.

You were everything Anakin turned his back on and somehow in a twisted way…it might just be what could bring him back.

Obi-Wan watched as you fought with yourself. Your mind was dark and filled with turmoil, but then he saw it. The small glimmer of something bright reflecting back at him. That once evergreen hue flickering to life again—matching the light of the weapon you once wielded with pride. He watched as the Jedi you once were—the master you came to be—bloom before his very eyes. Obi-Wan try as he might would not be the one to bring Anakin back from the dark side. Even you might not succeed in this task, but he could see the determination in your eyes, the power that filled your stance.

In the depths of your memories he saw the truth. The reason why he urged you to go.

You would die for Anakin.

Just as he would have died for you.

It was a bond stronger than any he’d witnessed before and he could see that you knew it as well.

“I’ll need a ship,” you said, finality echoing in your tone—eyes sharp and clear.

He grinned, reached for his cloak and the small pack of credits. “I’m sure there’s something to be found.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Padwan anakin x more dark side leaning reader?

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Headcanons

Featuring my boy Jon Antilles, give it up for Jon Antilles everybody.

You had both been younglings with the jedi, and later Padawans. You had been older than Anakin by the time he joined the order, meaning you were just at the cusp of getting sent off to the other corpse if you didn’t get picked as a padawan.

You had never fit in much with the Jedi. You were too emotional, too quick to anger, and your grudges knew no ends. You still had a chip on your shoulder because Yoda decided to tease you when you were very small, if that said anything about your ability to hold grudges.

You were the child of two slaves, who had served under the worst of the worst. This meant you had been surrounded by darkness and hate since you started growing in your parents’ womb. You had overheard many of the older jedi wonder if that was the reason for your emotional state.

Anakin didn’t fit in much either, having joined so late and being the so called chosen one. Because of this, you two found comfort in each other.

Anakin was so excited about being a jedi, though he also feared living up to the potential. In your eyes he just switched one slave owner for the next, as that was how it felt to you. But he was young and bright, so you didn’t wanna rain on his parade.

But just before your 13th birthday, you were taken as a padawan of one of the lesser known and vaguer Jedi of the order, Jon Antilles. He was a person who followed the will of the force and not the order, and the force led him to you.

He would later tell you that he looked into your eyes and saw the fire raring within you, unable to be quelled and as a result, making you someone who would suffer under the pressure and expectations of the order.

Saying goodbye to Anakin was hard, as you two had found yourselves as the only true friend the other had. Many feared you because of your known anger and revenge seeking tendencies, and Anakin because of the heavy burden of the prophesy.

But as two former slaves, you also both knew that the galaxy was vast, and that you had to go where the currents took you. Anakin also understood, even though he still didn’t fully understand the order, that you didn’t belong within the temple and that you needed to spread your wings.

Before you left, you pressed a kiss to Anakin’s forehead and gave him a bracelet made out of a thick black cord. It chafed the skin but was sturdy enough to take anything that may hit it. It was the last keepsake you had of your parents, and it had been what kept you going for all this time, and now you wanted Anakin to have it.

So, with one last goodbye, and promises whispered in the language of slaves, you left with your new Master, who told you not to call him master but instead refer to him as your teacher.

Jon Antilles had seen the worst the galaxy had to offer, and had no wish to be referred to as master by someone who was once a slave.

Back at the temple Anakin would find himself crying silently and tearlessly in his room, mourning the loss of a friend, his only friend. Obi Wan would feel his grief in the force, and would go to comfort him, knowing what it is like to lose someone so dear to you.

This would most likely lead to their relationship being better in this universe, at least a little. As that one moment helped cement a deeper level of trust and understanding.

Anakin stayed with the order and became more and more skilled, a part of him waiting for the moment you two would reunite. The bracelet stayed around his wrist, though he moved it to some other part of his body to keep it hidden, and other jedi started mumbling comments about attachment.

You thrived under Antilles, as he didn’t follow the orders from the council, the order, or even the republic. He only seemed to care about where the force wanted him, and by extension you, to go.

Your teacher was a firm believer in the light, but he also saw that the dark existed, so when you for the first time grasped the dark side in a life-or-death situation, he didn’t punish you like you feared.

Using the dark side once means it’s always with you, but instead of shunning you, your teacher helps you find balance, at least to the best of your ability.

The dark side is hard to master, and maybe you never fully do. But you never give yourself too it completely, always holding a tight grasp on the light beside it, letting the two feed off of each other to keep you from going down an unforgivable path.

Your anger and grudges still persist, and there are times you end up being needlessly cruel, but you catch yourself before its too late. During these times your teachers help is necessary, until you master it on your own.

Because of the nomadic lifestyle of Antilles and you, you end up ready to go on your own much before most other Padawan. Life experiences matures a person, and Antilles trusts you to do what is right, even if he has caught you practicing lightning or sucking the life energy out of things.

So as Anakin still works hard to be a better padawan and to fit the tight mold the order places upon him, you explore the outer parts of the galaxy, running with bounty hunters and pirates alike.

One might think you would be discovered as a jedi one way or another, but thanks to your less and jedi personality, and preferences for other weapons, you are never figured out.

Your loyalty to the rules of the order are also very very loose, if not nonexistent. The many experiences you have out in the galaxy puts many things into perspective, and you make your own theories and ideas about how the force works, theories that struggle against the rules of the jedi.

During all this time, Anakin can’t seem to leave your mind. Hes always present somewhere in there, the thin thread of a bond between the two of you so skinny its barely there anymore after all this time. But every now and again, you like to give it a little tug, smiling to yourself when he tugs back.

You two meet again during one of Anakin’s missions with Obi Wan, a mission that’s taken them further away from the core than Anakin has been since he was taken in by the jedi.

It’s a mission involving a slave trader who’s somehow smuggling slaves in and out of the republic, and the two jedi were sent to check it out but not get involved, much to Anakin’s annoyance.

They end up splitting up, not wanting to be suspected, and Anakin has to wear something to cover his head to hide his Padawan braid.

In the end, Anakin finds the hideout of the Slave traders, and just as he’s about to report it back to Obi Wan, a figure swoops in and starts ransacking the place.

Anakin can only watch with shock as you tear through the slave traders, the darkness inside you purring at their spilled blood, as the light silently approves of the justice you act out. Its only after you’ve freed all the slaves and take your hood off that Anakin recognizes you.

One way or another he follows you and corners you, in the way Anakin does, eyes wide but sparkling at how much skill you had shown in there, many questions leaving him as he wants to know what you have been up too and how you got here.

Most jedi would probably have disapproved of you killing the slavers, but Anakin had never seen slavers as anyone worth living, not that he could share those thoughts with anybody.

But at some point, you end up taking the Jedi padawan back to the room you booked for the night, where you two spend the entire night talking about what’s happened since last time you met, the bond between you strengthening after so long apart.

After that, you two keep bumping into each other. You had a feeling the force was playing a role in this, and you swore you could hear it giggling in amusement a sit pushed you together with its chosen one again and again.

Whenever you were around, the mission always ended much faster, meaning Anakin could slip away and spend time with you before reporting back to Obi Wan.

During this time, the childish crush he had had on you all that time ago comes back with a vengeance. Even when he sees you use sith lightning for the first time, he can’t seem to feel anything by affection for you.

Anakin knows he should fear you, but even as your turned turn yellow for a second or two as you lean fully into the dark during a battle, he only seems able to find your beautiful.

When Anakin kisses you for the first time, neither of you truly know how to react. Anakin’s never been in a relationship, and you have never really been with anyone you truly had feelings for. But Anakin just couldn’t keep it to himself anymore, even as he knows it goes against everything the order has taught him.

If he truly were to follow the order, Anakin would have to report that you had fallen, even though you still used the light as much as you did the dark. After that he would have to stay away from you, lest you corrupt him. But he just can’t, so he stays, slipping you information so you know where his next mission goes, so you “accidentally” end up with a contract on that planet.

You settle on Coruscant for a while, which means Anakin can sneak out and spend time with you away from prying eyes.

The fact that you use the dark without succumbing to it ends up helping Anakin not fall when that time comes, but for now, you just help him get a better understanding of the force and how you have come to see it as an entity.

Obi Wan regularly wonders where Anakin goes, and worries to some degree, but he does realize that Anakin always feels lighter and more at peace when he returns from his outings, so he lets him have them to himself, hoping his Padawan would tell him if there was anything he needed to know.

As a result of your status, Anakin would start to think about leaving the order someday. Maybe not soon, but maybe one day he would like to leave with you and just go where the force takes you two.

He knows it’s a romantic fantasy, but Anakin can’t help but bask in it, even if he has to do it in secret. Being your partner just brings him more peace than any meditation ever has, and Anakin never wants to let you go.

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Revenite

revenite

Pairing: Padmé x Fem!Reader x Anakin

Warning: threesome! Polyamory! Oral! Use of the force! Injury! Mentions of violence! Voyeurism! Other shit I probably forgot about!

Summery: (y/n) comes back from a terrible mission, and her two lovers comfort her.

Authors note: this is my first threesome guys, probably also the kinkiest thing I’ve written

(Y/n) was on her way back from mission, a mission that didn’t go anywhere near as planned. It was frustrating and difficult and she had lost R9 on the way. Her left arm was scorched from a lightsaber coming to close for comfort, and her Padawan had taken a terrible injury. She was ready to be home in bed with the two most comforting things In her life, Anakin and Padmé.

(Y/n) was a Jedi from Hoth, she trained along side Anakin with her Master, master Windu. When Padmé’s life was threatened they both were assigned to protect her. The three of them grew extremely close then. Of course Anakin and Padmé were much closer to start. But when Anakin was away with Obi-Wan and (y/n) had taken a fall, Padmé took care of her causing them to grow much closer. It was when Anakin returned from that mission did the three connect to each other the way they do now.

It’s dangerous, for all three of them, The two Jedi could risk everything they gave their life for if the council found out, and Padmé could loose her place in The Senate. But right now that did not matter, right now all the purple sabered Jedi cares about was getting her Padwan to a medbay and getting home.

It was very late when the ship landed, most of the planet was sleeping when she helped her young padawan to the medbay.

“But Master, I’m fine.” The young girl said looking at her master. (Y/n) sighed and look at her.

“Ire, you were barley walking when we left, now stop fighting it you’re going to the medbay.” She said as they entered the hospital wing of the temple, helping the small girl a nurse droid, she gave her young padawan one last look. “Don’t look at me like that, Ire...”

“I’m fine master!”

“Ire, you are not, I know you don’t want to believe what happened happened but it did and you need treatment, I’ll see you when you are healed.” Master (Y/L/N) said before leaving going to the large penthouse of Padmé’s the all called home.

Noticing how late it was she was quiet when she cane in, making her way to the large bathroom connected to the living area. She grabbed the med kit from under the sink before stripping herself of everything but her pants and chest wrappings. Looking down at her arm, singed, blackened from the heat of the lightsaber her enemy marked her with. It would definitely leave a scar. Cleaning it off and hissing at the burn, she started to wrap it, just as the door opened.

Padmé stood smiling at her, her smile was gentle and welcoming.

“You’re back early...” she said quietly before her eyes caught the burn on her partners arm. Before she could ask what happened (y/n) spoke.

“You consider this early?” She said pulling an eye roll from Padmé.

“What happened?” She questioned moving over taking the wrap from (y/n)’s hands, beginning to wrap her arm gently. She was so caring with her movements, so loving.

“Don’t worry about it.” (Y/n) said, her eyes were to focused on Padmé’s to notice Anakin enter the room.

“I am worried about it.” He spoke up looking at her, both women’s heads turn to look at him.

“Ani, I’m fine.” She protested causing him to narrow his eyes.

“Who did this to you?” He said moving behind her looking over her shoulder at the now wrapped wound, he moved the hair away from her neck letting his lips meet the skin in a gentle kiss. She couldn’t lie to him, it was a talent she never gained.

“County Dooku...” she said closing her eyes enjoying the soft kisses, Padmé’s hands moved up to the girls face making her look down at her once again, checking to see if she was alright.

Anakin kisses stopped as he heard her reply, a growl left his lips as he spoke in her ear. His words traveled to her core. She found it wrong given the words he spoke.

“I’ll make him pay for this.” He growled out, speaking before he thought. After coming back to her senses she turn quickly looking at him.

“Anakin that is not the Jedi way...” she said his eyes trailing down her body, then other she shoulder to Padmé, who started to undo the wrappings around the young masters chest.

“Nothing about us is the Jedi way, (y/n)” he said before shaking his head.

“Now let us take care of you...” Padmé said into her ear, the both had her riled up but her composure still remained.

“You don’t need to do that...” She said turn her head to look at the senator. Anakin’s fingers came up grasping her chin before pulling her to look at him once again.

“I don’t believe we asked.” He said before crashing his lips down to hers, all her walls and composure were thrown out into the wind. He kissed back moving her hands around his neck, Padmé’s lips came down to her neck kissing gently and nipping at the soft flesh. The Jedi’s right hand tangled into her hair and she let out a soft moan into Anakin’s mouth.

“We missed you.” Padme whispered before pulling her out of Anakin’s grip and spinning her around.

“I missed you too.” She said before crashing her lips down onto her lovers. Anakin took this as Opportunity to finish unwrapping (y/n)’s chest wraps, but she stopped him using the force.

“Let’s move this to our bedroom...” she said taking their hands, the gladly agreed, following her to the bedroom that wasn’t to far away from were they currently where.

As soon as they entered the room it was a frenzy of flying clothes, Padmé’s dress was first, tearing the seems of it and throwing it onto the floor. Anakin could sense the pent up anger within (y/n), but he knew she would soon release it, just as he undid her wrappings releasing her breasts. He stood behind her gripping onto them, playing with her perked you nipples as she leaned down taking Padmé’s into her mouth. Padmé let out a moan and tangled her fingers into the Jedi masters hair. Pulling her face away and looking at her.

“This is about you, (y/n)” she said kissing her lover gently.

“Padmé, nothing would please me more then pleasuring you...” she said, the statement made Anakin groan, not being able to take the confinement’s of his pants any longer he moved away undressing himself before helping (y/n) with her pants, leaving all three of them bare to each other’s gaze.

“Lay down.” He said pulling her by the waist back into him, her head fell back on to his chest and smiled, leaning up giving him a quick kiss before moving over to the bed.

Her back fell the the mattress quickly when Anakin waved his hand gently using the force to place her back. Padmé moved to her side quickly, kissing her lips passionately, tangling her fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. Anakin smirk seeing them, his hand coming down to pump himself slowly, while his other moved (y/n)’s legs apart. His eyes marveled at the soaking girl in front of him, he loved having them like this, one of them completely submissive while the others took over.

“Look at her Padmé...” he smirked running his finger threw her slit, collecting some of her juices before bringing it to his lips. “Sweet as ever.” He chuckled, the action caused (y/n) to moan. Padmé smiled watching him.

“I want to taste her, Anakin.” She said and he motioned his hand for her to go ahead.

“Go ahead,” he smirk, his hand running down the outside of (y/n)’s thigh. “Because in a few minutes I’m going to completely destroy it.” He said giving a light smack to her thigh causing her to jump a bit. Her hands reached over grabbing at Padmé’s leg, understanding she threw her leg over her head settling her also soaked cunt over (y/n)’s face. The Jedi’s hands came up grasping the senators ass, pulling her down to her. In unison licking a long stripe down each other’s dripping cores, soon they are sucking and diving into each other. Exploring one another like they were starving.

Anakin sat across from them pumping his cock slowly watching them, just as (y/n) was about to reach her first orgasm he stood up, not being able to last much longer himself. The sight of his two favorite girls drove him mad, he loved it, he’d do anything just to see it everyday, wake up to it even. He hated how busy (y/n) has become since she became a master and gained a Padawan. He hated not having them together, it wasn’t the same when she was gone.

He moved over to them lifting Padmé’s face away from the Jedi’s core, kissing her roughly, tasting their girl on her lips, intoxicating. Padmé sat up, officially sitting onto her face, but (y/n) didn’t mind, it was her favorite place to be, just to pull those loud moans from her every time they did that was enough to get her off alone. But feeling Anakin move his cock against her aching core caused her to buck her hips, chasing the feeling.

“Patiences, little one...” he said pulling her thighs up to his waist, slowly sinking himself into her causing her to let out a loud moan at the pure pleasure he gave her. The vibrations made Padmé’s legs buckled over her as she was already close, a loud moan leaving her lips as her hands reached back tangling into the Jedi’s hair.

“(Y/n)” she moaned gripping it tightly, just as Anakin started thrusting into her at a steady pace, her arms cane up wrapping around Padmé, one running up to meet her stomach, the other holding her thigh. They were all already close from the earlier actions, but see Padmé’s twisted face and hearing the moans Anakin could get from both of the women only drove him close her.

True to his word he started thrusting into her roughly, quickly. She loved it and he knew it. The moans she gave ended Padmé quickly, cumming without warning, to quickly to even register. (Y/n) lapped it up as Padmé fell by her side onto the bed tired, she still leaned over kissing the Jedi Masters chest to bring her closer to her own orgasm.

“Fuck, (y/n)” Anakin started, using the force to toy with her clit, causing her to arch her back feeling the coils in her heat up and tighten. “Come on Master, let me feel how wrecked you are” he said leaning down kissing her other breast. “Let us see you fall apart.” He remarked, and it was the end of her. She moaned loudly saying their names like a prayer as she came around him, her walls tightening and sending him into his own orgasm, releasing himself inside of her.

Soon after he fell to her side, both of them wrapping their arms around the Tired Jedi Master who could barley keep her eyes open from the intense orgasm. They both kissed her cheek as they watched her fall asleep, Padmé stood going to the bathroom getting wet rags and coming to clean them off.

“Look at her...” she began, moving hair away from her lovers face. “She almost looks peaceful like this...” she remarked as she finished cleaning them and covering them up, seeing the way Anakin looked at the sleeping Jedi bothered her.

“Is something wrong?” She asked as she laid with them, her arms moving around (y/n) once more. His eyes trailed down to (y/n) wrapped arm, fingers tracing over the wrapping, then moving to a scar the covered her rib cage, then her shoulder, planting small kisses on each of them.

“I worry one day she will not return to us, Padmé.” He said looking a crossed her to the senator.

“Don’t think like that, she always comes back...” the thought upset her deeply, she didn’t want to think about it but she knew deep down that he was right. One day she wouldn’t come back to them, but that day wasn’t today and so they will bask in her tonight.

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“Count Dooku escaped, I am sorry masters.” (Y/n) said bowing her head to them.

“There is no need to apologize, Master (Y/L/N), we are just glad you made it back alive.” Mace windu said looking at his old student, he was so proud of her in so many ways.

“If I may,” Anakin began pulling everyone’s eyes to him. “It seems Count Dooku has gotten stronger, seeing as he has bested one of our greatest Jedi.” He said motioning towards (y/n), she had to compose herself to not let anything out to the council, but how she loved the compliment. “I believe he should be our top priority.” He declared, the rest of the council agreeing with the claim.

“I could lead a small task force of Jedi on taking down County Dooku.” General Kenobi said, yoda nodded.

“A good idea that is,” he said looking at Kenobi.

“Master Skywalker will second him.” Yoda said, but Anakin followed up almost instantly.

“Given Master (y/l/n) has the most experience In his tactics, I believe she should second General Kenobi on this.” He said sticking up for her, knowing she always want to be a general, and this task would help her get to it. The rest of the council agreed with the statement, yoda looked at her.

“Do you accept this task?”

“As long as my padawan can join me, I’ll do anything to take down Count Dooku.” She said and the council finished quickly after.

(Y/n) and Ire, were just leaving the council chambers, when she heard Anakin’s voice in her head. Three words he’d never said to her, three words he hasn’t even said to Padmé, those three words melted her heart.

“I Love You”

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Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Reader)  Chapter 8

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: none it’s pretty tame this chapter except for one dude acting sus af 💀😭

Tags: @jediknight-22 @wellhellothere1002 @blondekel77​

Yann had called his tailor to visit the suite and as a safety precaution, you double-checked the bags of cloth and sewing materials. It was a brief introduction between you and the tailor who had the same striations on his face as Yann. Ceren was her name and after the introduction, she started complaining about the number of times her bags were checked. All you said was that it was for the ambassador's safety.

You eavesdrop on their conversation as she started laying out the fine material on the sofa in the living room. There was an array of colors but Yann picked the velvety black material. "Find me a material like this for her dress," Yann motioned to Ceren and you stood there wondering when they were going to include you.

"Well you ask her what color she wants," Ceren responds with a hiss. Yann turned to you and he had a smile.

"You can stop guarding me for two seconds and pick out a color you want my dear," he holds out his hand to you. It was an odd tone coming from him and you just went over without reaching out to him. Ceren laid out the different colors of velvet. You run your hands over the material and it was the softest thing you've ever touched. This kind of material was never an option for you and the only times you saw it was when senators would pass you by. Your eyes land on a deep emerald green under a pile of warm orange.

"This one is fine," you said and Ceren picked it out. Yann nods in approval and brings his own choice next to it.

"Ceren, show her the magic you can do," Yann smiled.

"It's talent Yann," she rolled her eyes. Ceren leads you up on a stool and tells you to remove the layers of your robe.

"I wasn't expecting this to happen now," you stood there confused.

"Well, the ball is tonight. I have to get working on this soon," Ceren was annoyed once again and the striations on her face turned blood red. You had no energy to fight with this woman so you just peeled away the layers of your robes till you got to the last layer. Yann was still in the room and he had poured himself some tea. He looked amused and it made you a little uncomfortable.

"Will you be able to make this dress moveable in?" you looked down at Ceren who held up her holopad to measure you.

"Whatever you want," she sighed typing things into the pad and she went over and placed the velvet cloth over your leg.

"I might also need a secure place for this," you held up your lightsaber. Ceren looked at it and nods. She cuts pieces of muslin and started pinning them to your body. There were moments where she poked you but you have a high pain tolerance so you barely flinched. At least she worked fast and a skeleton of a dress was starting to form. Even if it was just the white cloth base that was on your body for now. She looked over at Yann at one point and asked him if the slit to the dress was enough. You mentioned that it was fine the way it was but she ignored you and Yann said a little higher. "I personally think that the slit is too high." You looked over at Yann.

"You said it yourself, General. Movement is key," he looked up from his holopad. "That would definitely give you more time to run after the people out to assassinate me." All you did was look away and roll your eyes. You were starting to dread this man. Ceren was no help at all she just snickered and continued to poke you.

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You never want to get fitted for a dress ever again because that hour just drained you. A decline to the offer would have been smart and you could let whoever was after Yann just get him. Ceren had a base for the dress but to you, it looked absolutely horrendous. You were sure this woman was out to get you because you had a strong feeling that she had a thing for Yann. In all honesty, you just wanted to get this over with and spend the rest of the evening with Obi-Wan.

Yann was walking down the hall and you were following right behind him. He was talking to someone through his comms and you got distracted for a split second because you thought you saw Obi-Wan. You couldn't wait to see him for the briefing before the ball. It already made you feel miserable that you couldn't see that man. Yann had to sit through a meeting and all you did was stand by the doors. It was mostly about farming and exports. You drowned it out and allowed yourself to think about the evening you had with Obi-Wan. It was selfish but you wanted to spend every night here on Vewiku with Obi-Wan. To be wrapped up in his arms and to feel his lips against your skin or lips, was your main priority.

You blinked and realized what you just said. With a swallow, you stood up straight and looked around the room nervous that they could read what you just thought about. The doors opened and a few guards entered followed by Obi-Wan. You avert your eyes from him but you felt his gaze fall on you. He stood at the other side of the room and you finally look at him. There was a soft look in his eyes and you give him a small smile. He motioned for Yann who was speaking about the recent shipment of medicinal products that he was responsible for. Everyone let him finish and the prime minister finally got up. She was of the same species as Yann but her striations looked more faded because of her old age. "I feel that everyone is in a rush today for the ball," she laughed while brushing a strand of her snow-white hair over a bejeweled ear. "I don't want to hold any of you back because I am sure that preparations will take longer than this meeting." She clasped her hands together. Everyone started saying their see you laters and got up from their chairs.

"Well here is General Kenobi," Yann got up and you moved off to the side when Obi-Wan came over. The guards started spreading out in the room.

"This will be a quick briefing and we can make our change," Obi-Wan says to Yann. He just nods and sits back down. "It was a brilliant idea to have her as your guest. It is safer and we understand that not everyone has seen my Padawan." You squint at Obi-Wan because you haven't heard him call you that. It was just a day ago he mentioned he doesn't see you as a Padwan anymore.

"Yes and I'm sure she would enjoy it," Yann looked over at you so the face you were making had to be changed immediately. "Your first ball right?"

"Yes," you nod.

"Well, we have alerted the other guards for the prime minister and senators in case an emergency happens. There have been no threats detected this evening and we would like it to stay that way," Obi-Wan slipped his hands into the sleeves of his robe. You stare at his shoes and he shifts from one side to the other. "It is a celebration after all."

"It will be my last one for now," Yann nods and he gets up. "I will see you later General." He looked over at you and then at Obi-Wan. "I will keep your little one safe instead." Yann puts his hand on your back. Obi-Wan's jaw twitched and you saw that happen.

"I'll see the both of you later," he nods. You were going to turn away when Obi-Wans stopped you. "One moment Ambassador Yann. I have a few instructions left for her." Yann just nods and moves towards the door and started up a conversation with one of his guards.

"Why'd you let me go to the ball with him?" You whispered.

"Safety precaution," he responds and his eyes trailed down to your lips.

"I don't want this to be a reason for you to start being jealous," you mutter and look around.

"Why would I be jealous?" he tilts his head. "You will end up in my quarters after it all."

"Obi-Wan," you smile and lower your head.

"May the force be with you," he says at a normal volume.

"May the force be with you," you respond and he smiled. You leave the room with Yann and he mentions how your dress is finished. It was in his suite of course. Now that you were "his" for the evening the Jedi title is non-existent and it irked you the way Yann's demeanor changed. The striations on his face were a bright red and as his guards checked his bedroom.

"You seem nervous," Yann moved closer to you.

"It is the first ball I'm going to," you shrugged. You were nervous about that but not as much as he's making you feel right now. "I'm worried about this more than I was for the Jedi Trials." You try to laugh it away and Yann puts his hand to your face.

"You will not be Jedi this evening madame," he whispered. "Just my beautiful guest that's it."

"Ambassador I-," you pull his hand away from your face.

"Please just call me Yann," he moves back just as the guards came back and said it was clear. A droid was inside and he bowed to Yann.

"Sir your suit has arrived," the droid says. Yann waves him to the side as he went into his room. You stand there wondering where you were going. Another droid comes out of another room and it comes over to you.

"Madame your dress is in the room," the droid bows to you. You were surprised to see that you were going to get the same treatment. The droid walks on and you followed. The room was just a spare bedroom and at the corner of the room, you spot your dress. Your eyes were amazed at what you were looking at. Ceren maybe felt bad for you. The emerald green was dark but as soon as the lights started turning on in the room it shown like fine silk. A tulle like material made up parts of the sleeve and it looked like a mist hovering over the entire dress. You went over to touch it and it was just so light and soft. The droid mentioned that there was a bath prepared for you so you quickly undressed and went into the small bathroom. You soaked in the warm water that smelled like the flower you've smelled in the herbal farm you visited today. Green leaves floated on the surface and you fiddled with it while you wait till your skin softened.

Emerging from the bath the droid entered with a towel and you were startled at first. You accept it and wrapped it around you and grabbed another one for your hair. "I must do your hair and makeup madame!" The droid says and you just follow along. In the reflection of the dresser you keep your eye on the dress. It was gorgeous and you couldn't believe you were going to wear it. The droid worked on you and you watched it brush out your hair. Another arm did your makeup. It was the first time seeing it like this. Once again you never had the option of doing this but it definitely boosted your confidence. As the finishing touches to your make up were done you understand now why Obi-Wan has called you beautiful.

"All good?"you asked the droid. It nods and moved over to the dress.

"You must put this on!" It starts to move the dress off the mannequin and you stood still as the droid slides it over your body. It fit like a glove and with a few adjustments of the tulle you turned to look at the mirror. You let out a gasp because you couldn't not recognize the woman in the mirror. 

The droid had let your hair loose from your usual updo and had twisted gold around a few strands of hair. Your eyes were enhanced by the color of the powder over your eyelid. The lashes fluttered every time you blinked at yourself. Your cheeks were tinged with pink and your lips that formed into a surprised O was stained a soft blotted red.

The dress was so light and airy on you. The velvet material starts off around your neck and down the entire front of your body. Tulle connected your entire sleeve to the dress and at the elbow where the velvet meets the tulle more of the material fans out and acts as almost like wings or a cape over the entire back of the dress. The bell end shape of the sleeve helped conceal a contraption which held your lightsaber against your right arm. It was tight fighting and it hugged your body at the right places. There was a small box slit on the left side of your rib and you wondered if you requested for that. You don't remember exactly. The velvet trails slightly at the back and when you move your leg the slit reveal the entirety of it. If Obi-Wan got to see that you wouldn't mind.

The droid continues to fix the tulle around you and it beeped happily. You also slipped into shoes that had a heel sharp enough to kill someone. You realized it was the same material as Yann's suit he wanted to be made. "Madame are you comfortable?" You nod in the reflection and you smooth out the front of your dress.

"I also have your jewelry," the droid opens the box and it was gold necklace with a giant emerald twinkling back at you. "It's from Ambassador Yann."

"Oh I don't think I need to wear that," you push the box away.

"I insist he wants you to wear it," the droid holds it closer. You sigh and moved pass the droid. The doors to the room opened and the guards outside shifted in the places as you stepped out. The sound of your shoes against the floor made them look at you as you crossed the room towards Yann's.

You walked in and was stunned to see Yann standing by his mirror with no top on. With a quick apology you were walking backward to the door but he looked at you through the reflection. The striations on his face turned hot red. He turned around and picked up his top. It was a black velvet turtleneck. "Kriff, you look gorgeous," his eyes traveled up and down your body.

"I'll just meet you outside," you shivered and was about to press open the door when Yann told you to stop. He pulled on the turtleneck and shrugged on a velvet cape upon his shoulders. A red sash hung across his body and it looked like he was bleeding. It looks like blood splattered over an evening sky.

"Where's your necklace?" he struts towards you and you stand your ground.

"I didn't think that was necessary," you look him in the eyes. He fixed his sash and stares back down at you. The striations on his face were beating red. It matched his heartbeat.

"Tell the guards to prepare. I'm finished," he  licked his lip and then a smirk forms. You turn away from him and you feel his fingers try to catch the tulle that fluttered back as you walked away.

_

Yann had a swagger to his walk now that you were locked arms with him. The guards surrounded the both of you as you walked down the halls to where you would rendezvous with Obi-Wan. You were more excited to see his reaction and to see what he was wearing. Your heart started beating faster than ever when you  saw him standing at the bottom of the staircase. Obi-Wan's back turned to you but his has hands were clasped behind. You saw the way his auburn hair was shiny in the light. "General!" Yann calls for his attention. You weren't ready for him to see you but he sensed you were there so he turned immediately.

The reaction he gave might as well told everyone that there was something going on between the both of you. His eyes were twinkling like sapphire and there was just admiration in them. His mouth slightly agape and you couldn't help but smile.

Obi-Wan moves up the stairs towards you. You had the same reaction to his look. His hair was combed perfectly to the side and his beard trimmed. Obi-Wan donned on what look like an elevated version of Jedi robes. His broad shoulders were accentuated by the shape of the robes. The robes were a pristine white that reached his knees and a black thick belt wrapped around his waist a black cape hung over one shoulder and the same black material was wrapped around his elbows.  He looked so sleek and sharp. His pants were a charcoal color and as he stretched up the stairs you can see the fine details of gold lining the robes. Obi-Wan's boots reached the top where Yann and you were. "Good evening," he bowed and you do the same. You quickly look at him and winks at you. A smile pulls at your lips.

"You clean up well Master Jedi," Yann claps his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"When needed," he chuckled.

"Your little one looks absolutely gorgeous. Isn't she?" Yann whispered and a grin appears on his face. Obi-Wan looked at you and you felt yourself turn into a puddle. He was just so handsome and you wanted to blurt that out.

"Indeed," just like Yann his eyes travel up and down your body but with him you felt warmth and need to be touched by Obi-Wan. His eyes lingered at the skit of your dress. You purposely stuck your leg forward just a little bit so he could see. He averts his gaze. He didn't have to say anything else you already knew what he wanted to say.

"I didn't know you could dress so nicely Obi-Wan," that was all you could muster out and he laughs.

"Well the shuttle is prepared," he motioned for you and Yann to walk on ahead and he follows. You turn your head quickly and you see him loosening the fabric around his neck.

_

The shuttle had to take the group to a different part of the castle. The walk would have taken forever so Obi-Wan wanted to make sure everyone was together and safe. On the ride there the both of them couldn't take their eyes off you. Obi-Wan would obviously look away once and a while because a guard would come up to discuss things with him but Yann enjoyed the watching. He runs his thumb over his lips and whisper quietly to himself. It unsettled you but you say there trying to be oblivious.

Once the shuttle arrived Obi-Wan and the guards stepped outside and Yann follows them. You were the last to leave and Obi-Wan was there waiting for you. He reached up to take your hand and you accept. It sent a buzz throughout your body he helps you down to the marble floors. He squeezed your fingers reassuringly and whispered a quick "You look absolutely stunning darling."The entire outside of the ballroom was made of marble and there was glass roof over the entrance. All the guest were looking at you and Yann pulled you by his side. His hand placed strategically on the cut out by your rib. His hand was warm against your cool skin.

"Stay close to me my dear," Yann whispered to you.

"You know I have to," you respond. Obi-Wan was walking a few feet ahead but you can feel some kind of jealousy bubbling up. He said he wasn't but here he was radiating that towards you.