#people who draw real armor PLEASE SHOUT YOURSELF OUT ON THIS POST

[dimingwins]

[imagines-fr-days]

Abandoned (Obi-wan Kenobi x Sith!reader)

A/N!!!! I have no idea what the fuck happened but my original post deleted itself when I was making edits and honestly im peeved about it. luckily I had it saved to my phone. so I’m reposting this.

I’ve been on a Star Wars kick recently and I had to do something for the first love of my nerdy ass life, Obi-Wan Kenobi. something angsty because I love making people be sad and suffer before the redemption. 😈 I already started writing a Part 2 so lemme know if you guys want it cuz its a twisty doozy.

I don’t think there’s any warnings I should announce. just Angst because lets be real, if you aren’t angsty are you even a Sith?? Obi-wan being too good for this universe but also a badass.

“Darth Wraithous, I have a task for you. A true test of your abilities.”

   So that is what lead you here, leading a droid army, waiting for a Jedi. Sidious wanted to test your loyalty and you abilities. facing a Jedi. what was so different about this Jedi you didnt know. you’d killed one before and fought many others.

“Ma’am, we have republic tanks on our scanners coming in from the west.” The commander droid alerted you.

“Let them come. I have a score to settle with the Jedi.” You sighed. 

“Roger roger.” The droid left.

“First squadron, fan out to flank them, do not engage until given my order.” You could begin to see the tops of the tanks through the alien trees.

“We’re in position, Ma’am.” the droid came through the communicator, “should we open fire?”

“Wait.” You growled through the comms, “wait.”

You could see the first line of clones clearly, the Jedi not far behind for sure.

“Open fire.” You smirked, you jumped from the command ship, wielding your red saber as you ran towards the clones, deflecting each blaster shot fired towards you with ease. The feeling of severing limbs from bodies released a wave of pride over your nerves.

“General Kenobi! Sith!” A clone shouted. Kenobi? No. You thought as anger spread through your body. Sidious wanted you to kill Obi-wan. He knows, Panic set into your chest.

“Leave him to me, commander!” The voice that was over the recorder was so familiar but so different. The distant sounds of a saber drew closer, you swung towards more clones, jumping up onto a tank, the blade of your saber severing the canon.

You jumped from the tank and deflected shots from clones.The hum of a saber appeared behind you, “Hello there.” The voice caused chills to go up your spine. 

You deactivated your saber and force pushed back the clones, and the Jedi, around you, taking off into the wooded area across the path. Your ship not far away so you ran for it, jumping through the thick vines and trunks of trees. Sliding down slopes, Jumping over a ridge you spotted the black machine in the distant clearing. You took a deep breath and made the walk towards the ship.

You heard a thud behind you. You paused. 

“There is only one person I’ve ever seen move the way you just did….” The familiar warm voice echoed in your ears, “So the stories are true. You turned to the dark side…”

You stood with your back to the Jedi, unable to turn and look into his face for the first time in years.

“Please tell me it’s not true, (y/n).” 

The anger boiled within you instantly, “(Y/n) was weak. She’s dead.” You growled at the mention of your old name.

“And you killed her?” You felt his presence draw closer.

“I’m still killing her.” You snapped, finally turning face to face with the love of your life, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

A gasp escaped his lips at the sight of your once welcoming (e/c) irises replaced with a soul piercing red and gold. His eyes were sad but he’d aged wonderfully, looking more handsome than you remember, he’d grown a beard. Small wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. the same beige tunic but incased in armor baring the symbol of the Jedi order, the same attitude-filled stance. The blueness of his eyes hadn’t changed in nearly 10 years. The sight of Master Kenobi finally in front of you did nothing to lessen the pain in your chest.

“This isn’t you.. we’ve known each other since we were younglings.” Obiwan frowned, shaking his head.

“You don’t know me anymore, Kenobi.” You could feel the tears brewing; after years of being held back, the appearance of the man who sent you down this dark path made them impossible to contain.

“You know that’s not true. I know you better than you know yourself. You don’t want this.” Obi-wan pressed, “Please.. Come back with me.” he reached his hand towards you. You’d never wanted to grasp something so badly in your whole life. but you couldn’t, not yet. you shook the thoughts from your head as quickly as they appeared, anger refilling the space.

“You don’t know what I want! Did you forget what happened when I left the order?” You growled, gripping your saber that was holstered at your side. Obi-wan quickly retrieved his own from his belt.

“Of course I haven’t! It was the worse day of my life.” Obi-wan winced.

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“Leave the order with me, Obi.” You held your hand out. Deep down you wanted Obi-wan to take your hand and leave with you but you knew he wouldn’t.

Obi-wan looked down at your hand and back to meet your eyes, slowly shaking his head, “I can’t. We gave an oath to the Jedi!” 

“Can’t you see they’re tyrants! They’re forcing you to suppress your feelings for me. I feel them in you.” You could feel the sadness overwhelming Obi-wan, your hand grasping onto his only to have Obi-wan quickly pull back. Your heart shattering, “We could be together, Obi-wan. We wouldn’t have to hide. You loved me once…”

“We were young and foolish.” He frowned, turning away. The ache in your chest became overwhelming, with tears in your eyes and your lips trembling against each other, you drew your saber and ignited the green blade, “You give me no other choice…”

“Please don’t.” Obi-wan whimpered. 

You ignored his plea and pounced. After years of practicing with each other you knew every move of his, every secret. And he knew yours. With every attack and block of the sabers, every ear scratching screech of ever collision, your heart broke more. Tears cascading down your cheeks, Obi-wan’s face held no emotion other than his furrowed brows.

Obi-wan caught you by surprise when he noticed your attention falter from the duel, a burning sensation overtook your face. You gripped the left side of your cheek in pain, stumbling back… too far back. You felt a drop but something grabbed your arm. You looked up to see Obi-wan clenching to your wrist.

“Give me your other hand, (y/n)!” His voice cracked over the roar of speeders passing under you, “please!” He reached down. 

You simply shook your head, “let me go.”

“Please don’t. Don’t leave me!” A single tear cascaded down his cheek.

You looked at him, mesmerizing his features, you knew it would be a long time until you could see him again. The dimple in his chin, the crease between his eyebrows that appeared when he narrowed his brows, the curve of his jawline, his soft and welcoming eyes.

You pressed your foot against the wall of the temple, “I love you, Obi.” You forced a smile before pushing off the wall, your hand slipping through Obi-wan’s grasp.

The last thing you heard was Obi-wan’s scream as you fell.

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You blinked away the memory, shaking your head. You looked back up to the Jedi, more angry now than ever.

“Please… don’t make me do this.” Obi-wan regretfully activated his saber.

“You won’t have the chance.” You force gripped Obi-wan by the neck, hoisting him into the air. He dropped his saber to claw at his empty neck. “I loved you, Obi-wan! I loved you more than anything! You were the love of my life and you abandoned me!” You squeezed as hard as you could. Obi-wan was gasping for breath. Terrified eyes met your own.

“Please, (y/n).” It was barely above a whisper but his words pierced into your chest and straight to your broken heart. 

You released a thunderous growl as you hurled Obi-wan backwards, releasing the hold on his throat. As he coughed you pulled his lightsaber towards you with the force, using your own saber to slice the hilt of Obiwan’s into pieces. 

The love you once felt for him replaced with hatred and anger. Obi-wan’s eyes, that you once loved more than any part of him, only fueled the hatred for him.

You took a deep breath and glared down at the Jedi, “I may have loved you, Obi-wan. But the next time I see you. I will kill you. Make no mistake of that.”

You turned your back to Obi-wan, the blue glow of his Kyber Crystal catching your attention. You bent down, pulling it from the burnt metal and clenched It in your palm. You other hand grazing the scar, staring from your forehead, just above the left eyebrow and drawing your finger down it’s path to your jaw. 

You stepped on your ship, turning back to see obi-wan standing as the door closed

[lokibug]

Inferno

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Summary: While posing as Odin, Loki busts you out of the cell you were being held captive in, after you refused to give the real Odin information on Loki. Your fire matched, being the only people who could fully handle each other, it’s only a matter of time until trouble finds the two of you.

Requested By: @jackiequick

Song: “Bad Things” by MGK & Camila Cabello

Warnings: Slight Angst, tiny mention of blood

Part 1 Part 2

Your POV

The familiar cold wall comforts my head as I rest against it. My cell wasn’t the home of many comfortable places but I found peace within this moment. My eyes travel down to my wrist at the marking a bit darker than the rest of my skin tone. It reminded me of him. Despite the guards informing me about Loki’s so called death...I don’t believe it. The Loki I know is not dense enough to willingly die, to willingly subject himself to be belittled once again. As far as I was concerned he was going to out live us all. Perhaps this is what attracted me to him in the first place...

Third POV

Loki had just gone on a mission along side Thor and the other warriors. As always, Thor had fought with rage rising from his core and Loki had been there to cool him down. Despite putting his life on the line multiple times...Thor had come home the victor. Praises from all and more importantly Odin.

Knowing that Loki wouldn’t be disturbing anyone if he simply left their celebration, he did so.

He arrived on horseback in a black cloak at the pub located very distant from the palace. Tying his horse on a post just outside, he entered the rowdy pub. Loki swiftly removed the hood of the cloak as he entered and gazed around. He caught the eye of a few and more importantly, you.

You recognized him instantly, he was the son of Odin, prince of Asgard. His raven hair glistened in the very dim lit lights that hung above the bar. You couldn’t deny that he was a sight for sore eyes.

Loki gently sat down on one of the stools. The piano was still being played by one of the drunker men in the corner.

Snickering was heard from a table of men. Your eyes faced them as they held their pinkies up as if they were drinking tea. Obviously, they had been mocking Loki. Loki on the other hand, didn’t face them. The snickering continued as they drank their beer and pestered on with more royal jokes.

“Approach your ruler, rightfully you should face your future king whilst you still posses that tongue of yours.” Loki sternly interrupted while laying his palm flat among the wooden bar.

One of the men, the largest amongst the group, grabbed Loki’s cloak aggressively and turned him around. Loki now faced the man unfazed and expressionless.

“What’d you say to me princess?” He growled.

Loki gently rose his eyebrows and let out a light chuckle before slamming his fist into the man’s gut causing him to hunch over. He grabbed a fistful of the man’s wrangled hair and slammed his face directly into the bar before summoning a sharp edged dagger into his hand. Pointing it directly at the man’s throat and poking it slightly, enough to draw a dot of blood, Loki asked, “Care to announce your bold statement again? You mewling quim.”

The man beneath him shuddered in fear of his life. “E-excuse me your highness.”

Loki let out a dangerously fearsome laugh into the man’s ear before throwing him back, knocking over a wooden chair.

Right then the man left and Loki’s returned to his original position.

The show displayed before you, intrigued you very much. You took it upon yourself to get another shot of liquor.

“Another.” You ordered from the bartender as you placed your last glass on the bar. Your eyes went straight to the other rows of liquor until you felt eyes on you. Those eyes belonged to none other than the prince himself. You nodded at the bartender as he placed the clear substance before you. Knocking it back you turned to face Loki.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned sitting on the stool next to him.

“What is it to you?” He leaned his elbow on the bar.

“Well, it’s not everyday that the prince of Asgard enters a bar—hmm that sounds like a joke I’ve heard before.” You rose an eyebrows giving him a mischievous grin.

He gave you a look of warning, “Seems you know much about myself, lady...”

“Y/N.” You stated and held your hand out for him to shake.

Instead he placed a firm kiss upon it.

“Loki.” He said in return.

“Aren’t you something.” You smirked in his direction.

“Something indeed. The surface isn’t as it seems lady y/n.”

“Please, enlighten me.”

The rest of the evening consisted of one upping each other in your trickster deeds. His tales lead through the inter workings of the castle while yours were through the rest of Asgard, the parts higher class didn’t dare step foot in.

You attempted to contain your laughter after him telling the story of his shape shifting ways and tricking his brother many times. Not taking notice, your sleeve had rolled down a bit. Getting a closer look, Loki recognizes the mark immediately. The tales he was told as a boy flooded his mind as he looked at you surprised.

“You’re a Valkyrie.” He stated grabbing your wrist. Quickly you withdrew it from his grasp and covered up your wrist once more.

Your eyes had a look of menace as you hushed him.

“Was.”

You began getting up from your seat. “Y/N wait—“

“You may be a prince up there,” you pointed in the direction of the castle, “but down here is my territory, I suggest you keep your accusations to yourself.”

With that you walked out of the bar. Loki ran after you desperate to know more.

“What is a warrior like yourself, residing in such a...place?” Loki asked. You grew frustrated before snapping turning towards the man.

“Do you know nothing? I want nothing to do with the throne of Asgard. The word Valkyrie...is simply as it is, a word. Were you not taught the history?”

Loki looked dumbfounded. You walked towards a ledge that led above the waters of Asgard. You sat down trying to calm your rage.

“The battle, you fought alongside the most fierce group of warriors to win back our home.”

You scoffed, “Just like Odin to paint the picture to his favor.” Loki beckoned you to reveal the truth to him. You did just that. Hela. The battle. The massacre of your sisters. Everything.

If Loki thought he despised his father before, he did more so now.

“I’ll grant you the pleasure of knowing that I believe my father’s ruling over Asgard is not incredibly pleasing. For when I become king, I will right those wrongs.”

Yours and Loki’s journey didn’t end there. It was merely the beginning. You two indulged in tons of mischievous acts along side one another.

These things included: Secret horse back ridings...

The wind flowing ferociously through your guys’ hair. The rush of adrenaline seeking through your veins.

“You’re falling behind prince!” You shouted behind you as Loki slowly caught up to you.

“Don’t sell me short love!” He would call out back as he would take the lead.

...Challenging your strength against one another...

“You won’t do it.” You stood upon the cliff, arms crossed amongst the simple armor you wore.

“And what makes you so sure?” Loki scoffed back.

“Because I don’t think you’d want to get your precious hair coated in the water.” You teased as you two gazed at the water below. The night was cold, well more so for you, it hadn’t seemed to bother Loki so much.

“You dare test me?” He questioned as he began stripping down his armor and articles of clothing. He was left in his undergarments and you laughed.

“Oh woah, that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” With that Loki jumped off the edge and dived head first into the water. You did the same as he had but ended up extremely freezing.

...Of course you two were a match for each other. Your own insane antics matched and this was a dangerous thing. You guys argued. A lot. Sometimes it was simple bickering, other times it was more than that and you wouldn’t see each other for a few days.

One thing led to another and both of your intentions swayed. Thinking you were simply secret friends and nothing more, you two were greatly mistaken.

It was the night Loki snuck you into the castle, casting an illusion over you to look like Sif, you two played harmless pranks among Thor and the others.

Returning to his chambers you two were a laughing mess. He took down your illusion and you thanked him for bringing you. Despite hating the very sight of Odin, you were just glad to have some ordinary fun with Loki.

Maybe it was the fact that you two made up after an argument or the way he looked at you...but you did something you never guessed you would. You kissed him. He hadn’t pulled away. After pulling away he asked, “What was that for?”

“I’m kissing my boyfriend.” You teased nudging him. He didn’t deny your request as you hadn’t known how to properly admit your feelings, neither had he. He had knowledge of many things but properly going about these things was not one of them.

“Hm, sounds like a marvelous plan to me.”

Your romance was something that lasted. It was passionate and there was never a dull moment. Your demons danced beautifully amongst each other.

Although denied of your happy ending, Loki had begin to admit his plans of attacking Midgard...as his father had.

“Loki this is a horrible idea,” You huffed with your hands on your hips, “what do you suppose is to happen?” You stood in the small cottage you lived in.

“I will rule over them all. I will be their king, they will praise me for the god I am.” He said as if it were an obvious answer.

“Is this not enough for you? You do not need to be better than Odin. You don’t need to become him Loki!”

“I am not Odin! I thought you’d want this, once I rule as their king...you will come with me to rule as their queen.” He grabbed your hands and you looked down as they were held together tightly. They felt much colder now.

“If you leave, do not bother coming back. This is your decision.” You spoke sternly.

Loki breathed out of his nose roughly and looked at your figure as turned away from him.

“If that’s what you wish...I-” He hesitated to announce his true feelings to you one last time...but instead turned and walked out of the cottage before slamming the door roughly behind him. Hot tears stung your eyes.

After Odin found out what his adopted son was up to, he knew immediately who to question.

“You are a Valkyrie! You serve me! The throne! You shall give me every ounce of information you’ve gathered from Loki or you will be thrown into a cell for the rest of your days!” Odin boomed, threatening you.

Blood dripped form the corner of your mouth. You had put up a great fight before being captured by the guards. They still held you by your arms tightly. “Then throw me in the cell,” you spit on the ground before him, “I’m not telling a sad excuse for a king anything.” Despite being extremely hurt with Loki, you would never give him up.

Your POV

I chuckled at all the gathered memories. We definitely had an adventure. The books could never compare. The sound of footsteps took me out of my thoughts. Odin had stood outside my cell. His posture seemed off. He smirked, I immediately knew. The illusion had been casted off and Loki was revealed.

“It’s been quite some time my love.”

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