#sith!obi wan kenobi fanfic

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 5- Table Sex

Sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!reader

Word count- 1.9k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), the prompt is table but it's actually desk sex lol, seduction, possessive/protective Kenobi, inappropriate use of the force, no use of y/n

Notes- Dedicating this one to all the Sith!Obi girlies (gn)! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“You wished to see me, Lord Kenobi?” you asked from the doorway to his office where you stood at attention.

He looked up from his desk, yellow eyes looking deep into your soul. But, his face softened- something that didn’t always happen. Lord Kenobi stood up and said your name, “Yes, come in,” he crossed around to the front of his desk.

“Yes, sir?” your voice wavered as you crossed the room and stood only a few feet from him. You took a deep breath to try and steady yourself.

“I hear you’ve been doing good work lately,” he crossed his arms and stood just a little taller, never breaking eye contact with you, “I wanted to thank you personally for all your hard work.”

You shivered, unsure why since the room wasn’t cold, “T-thank you, sir,” you bowed your head slightly. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, but it still made your pulse quicken every time. You had never heard Lord Kenobi praise anyone before, and as much as it sent a jolt of excitement, it also made you nervous since you weren’t sure why he was always so different with you.

 “Please there’s no need for that,” his tone was smooth and sultry as he reached out and tilted your chin up so that you met his gaze once more, “There,” he purred as he released you, “That’s better.”

You stiffened as you swallowed hard. You felt as if his eyes could see every little secret you ever held, including the attraction you developed for your superior. Knowing what you did about the force, you tried your best to bury your feelings whenever he was around, yet you couldn’t help but feel like his eyes read you like a book regardless.

“Is there something I can do for you, my Lord?” you asked, unsure of what to make of the way he devoured you with his eyes.

Kenobi just stared intently for a moment. “Is everything alright with you? Your superiors are treating you well?”

Completely caught off guard by his question, your mouth opened and closed a few times, “Y-yes sir.”

His eyes narrowed, “Are you lying to me?”

“No sir,” you replied almost too quickly.

“So if I were to ask if anyone gave you a difficult time, you would say no? Correct?”

“Why are you asking me this?” you asked, finding yourself too bewildered to be afraid at the moment.

He huffed, “I don’t want anyone accusing you of gaining favoritism from me is all.” Kenobi spoke so nonchalantly that you almost didn’t believe those were his words.

Your posture fumbled slightly, “No sir.” Even you didn’t believe your own words. You had been having trouble with some of the others in your unit, who bullied you and gave you a hard time because of Lord Kenobi’s apparent affinity towards you, but you had no idea he actually knew about it; you hadn’t told anyone about it.

Kenobi slowly stepped close until you felt his breath on your face. He didn’t seem upset that you blatantly lied to his face. In fact, he almost seemed amused. He cupped your chin once more, forcing you to look into his eyes, “As much as I hate to admit it,” his tone was low, “They are correct. I do favor you.”

You let out a gasp as you felt your body freeze in place. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, but you had trouble forming any words for several moments, “Are you… using the force on me, my Lord?” was all you could say. You felt like you wanted to run, yet you couldn’t budge.

“Never, my darling,” he purred, “I want you to come to me on your own free will,” Kenobi paused, “If you wish, you may leave at any time,” he gestured to the door.

Suddenly you realized that nothing actually held you in place. Kenobi’s grip on your chin wasn’t tight enough to stop anything but turning your head, and he didn’t hold you anywhere else. Your skin warmed as you felt exposed, your secret revealed.

“But I will warn you, if you stay,” Kenobi smirked darkly, “I won’t be able to hold myself back any longer.”

Your eyes darted towards the door over your shoulder and you let out a heavy breath. But, you made your choice, “My Lord,” you whispered softly.

Kenobi’s face lit up, “Good girl,” he cooed as he closed the gap between your faces in a flash with a deep and heated kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him and engulfing you completely.

You moaned into his mouth as you surrendered to him, your fantasy finally coming true. Never in a thousand years would you have thought that the mighty, powerful, handsome Lord Kenobi would want you, but here he was, kissing you passionately, his hands roaming all over your figure.

In a flash of movement, Lord Kenobi spun you around and backed you up so that your legs hit his desk. When you gasped, he only kissed you deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth and playing with your own. You clung to his robes for support as you tilted your head to allow him better access to your body.

“You taste even better than I thought,” Kenobi groaned in a low tone, “Now let me see how lovely you are underneath those,” he tugged at your uniform.

“My Lord,” you moaned as you felt him open your jacket and slide it off your shoulders, followed by your undershirt.

“Beautiful,” he purred as he cupped your breasts. Kenobi’s fingers brushed across your nipples, causing you to moan loudly, as he squeezed and fondled your soft mounds.

You saw stars as he fondled you, his touch as expert as if he had touched you a hundred times before. But, you were caught off guard once more when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. Without realizing it, your eyes had fluttered shut, but they shot open when you felt that pressure on your clit again.

“My Lord?” you whined.

“Does that feel good, my dear?” Kenobi smirked as his hands ran down your sides and started working on your pants.

“Yes,” you breathed immediately.

His yellow eyes looked like they were about to burst into flames at any moment, “Good,” he put some pressure on your clit once more using the force. His cock twitched in his robes when every moan and writhe you let out, obviously enjoying this greatly.

Kenobi started removing your pants, but he didn’t make things easy for you. He continued to put pressure on your clit even as he worked on undressing you. Your body jerked with every push between your legs, and as it got harder, your legs trembled.

“Lord Kenobi,” you moaned his name as you fought to keep yourself upright on his desk.

“Are you going to cum, my lovely?” his tone was dangerously low.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He let out one single, sharp laugh before he stopped the assault on your clit with the force. When you let out a desperate whine, he put a finger on your lips to shush you, “I don’t want you to cum yet,” he warned as he yanked at his robes, “I don’t want you to cum until my cock is deep inside you.”

The moan you let out was the most sinful sound you had ever made in your life. And you had never been more turned on than you were right there, naked on Lord Kenobi’s desk with your legs spread and your glistening pussy on full display for him. But, your breath caught in your throat when he pulled his robes off and his fully erect cock sprang free. You couldn’t help but stare as your mouth watered, and you knew he noticed by the way he chuckled darkly.

“Not now, my darling,” he cooed as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, “Right now, I need to fuck you until all you can say is my name,” he leaned in and hovered his lips over yours, “So that everyone here knows you belong to me,” he growled before he kissed you harshly, possessively.

All you could do was moan into him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and readied yourself for his cock. And you thanked the Maker that he didn’t make you wait long as he positioned himself at your entrance.

Kenobi broke away from the kiss just in time to thrust into you in one harsh movement, fully sheathing himself inside you and savoring the scream that you let out. Your mouth hung open and the moans and cried flowed freely as he thrust into you over and over again, fucking you right there on his desk.

“That’s it, darling,” Kenobi groaned as he felt your warmth around him, “Scream as loud as you want,” skin spalled against skin as he pounded into you, “I want them to hear the way I fuck you.”

“My Lord… Fuck… Ahhh,” you cried out as the room spun.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Kenobi growled as he bit down on your skin hard and picked up his pace.

“Oh fuck… Lord Kenobi!” you screamed as your body started to tremble.

“That’s it,” he growled, “Cum on my cock, my dear. Then you will be mine.”

With just the right amount of pressure on your clit and Kenobi’s cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, you came hard with a loud scream. You clung to Lord Kenobi tightly, so hard that your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. Kenobi thrust into you over and over again, riding out your orgasm on his cock as you gushed onto him.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned as he started to lose control of himself. Kenobi’s thrusts became erratic as he pounded into you with fervor. The way you clenched around him when you came made him see stars, and temporarily made him putty in your hands- his own little secret. But, it only took a few more thrusts for him to cum deep inside you, spilling himself into you with a growl of your name. 

Spent, Kenobi toppled forward onto his desk, pushing you onto your back in the process. His cock stayed buried inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. Neither of you moved for several moments, and Lord Kenobi’s arms stayed wrapped around you possessively.

“That was… Maker… Wow,” you sighed as you closed your eyes.

Kenobi huffed in amusement, “There’s plenty more where that came from, my darling.” Begrudgingly, he pulled out of you, but he had to admire the view of you sprawled out on his desk, completely bare, with his seed dripping out of you, “Lovely,” he whispered.

You blinked your eyes open and felt embarrassed that Lord Kenobi was staring at you like that. You made a move to curl yourself up, to cover yourself, but a strong hand stopped you.

“Stay like this,” he ordered.

Swallowing hard, you paused before you answered, “Yes sir,” your voice was so quiet you weren’t sure if he heard you.

“I want you here, like this, every day,” his eyes stared deep into your soul.

“Yes sir,” you moaned.

“Good girl,” Kenobi said in that low sultry voice that made you shiver.

He would take care of anyone who dared harm you later, but for now, your pussy was too tempting to turn away from.

[firstofficerwiggles]

Happy Thot weekend! Congrats on finishing the semester!

Do you remember the Tik tok you sent me of Din sitting in a chair with legs spread wide and he taps with thigh to signal you to come sit in this lap?

I'm thinking of that with Sith Lord! Obi-Wan. You're in a meeting with him and other high ranking members of the first order. It's a pretty standard, boring, meeting that's more fluff than anything. Some of the officers are having disagreements about paperwork and efficiency. Obi finds this rather dull, though he loves a good chaotic argument. He looks over at you and pats his thigh for you to come sit. Everyone knows you're with the Dark Lord. No one questions it when you move to do what he asks. He praises you when you sit down. He promises to thoroughly reward you after the meeting with bending you over the table. Meanwhile he teases you with the force. Phantom touches trace up your thighs, chest, neck. Enough to make you squirm but not enough to satisfy your need for Obi. Obi takes immense pleasure in the effect he has on you. He's possessive and loves to show the power he has over you.

Idk I'm a slut for Sith!Obi. You've shown me the dark side and I'm obsessed. Lol.

Oooh, we are starting strong with my favorite new obsession Sith!Obi-Wan! An absolutely brilliant beginning to thot weekend. Welcome to the dark side 😈

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x gender neutral reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature 18+ only

Note: I use my favorite pet name “sweetheart” in this but I am a firm believer that it can be used with everyone and is not inherently feminine

You stifle a sigh as yet another admiral argues that his fleet should be first in the Empire Day parade. It’s been a full week of meetings like this, all for an elaborate show of the Empire’s might and supremacy in the galaxy. As much as you’re looking forward to celebrating with everyone, you have to wonder how many galas, parades, and circuses are necessary, and why there needs to be an endless meeting for each one. 

Your eyes flick over to Lord Kenobi, resplendent in his white uniform, and looking rather bored himself as he sits to the side of the meeting room, comfortable in the luxurious leather-covered loveseat. Feeling your eyes on him, he turns his attention towards you, his golden gaze meets yours and a sly smile draws over his face. You feel a warmth come over you, a tingle that flows from your lower stomach to the rest of your body. Ghostly fingers brush over your cheek, caressing so softly you wonder if it is only a memory of the last time he touched you. Yet, the sensation continues, over your throat, across your collarbone, and then down your chest. Even though you’re dressed in your full uniform, it feels as though he is touching your bare skin. Your mouth falls open in a small gasp as you feel the invisible hand move between your legs. 

Obi-Wan’s smirk deepens, as he hears that soft breath leave your lips. He relaxes into his seat, placing his left arm on the back of the small couch, widening his body. Then he uncrosses his legs, spreading them open and shifting his hips upward in a movement that draws your eyes right to his growing arousal. With his right hand, he pats his thigh, a clear invitation for you to come join him.

You’re standing and moving towards him before you even realize that you’ve interrupted a heated argument about which uniforms the officers should wear on parade day. You mutter a quick, “Excuse me,” as all eyes are on you. Still though, you stride quickly over to your Dark Lord, always willing to give in to his whims. 

“You may continue,” Obi-Wan says lazily, paying the others almost no mind as he pats his lap again encouraging you to take your seat. Your arm winds around his neck as you settle onto his thigh. 

“That’s it, get comfortable, sweetheart,” he purrs to you, “I love it when you follow my instructions so well, I didn’t even need words this time.” 

His hand comes up to hold your jaw, making certain that you are looking right into his eyes, while his other arm has wrapped around you, low on your hips. 

“Shall we make this meeting more interesting? Hmm?” he inquires, his voice is low so that only you can hear him. You feel his Force fingers tracing over your skin once again. 

“Anything you desire, Lord Kenobi,” you reply with a soft smile, knowing that whatever he has in mind will certainly lead to your pleasure.

“What I really desire is to bend you over that table, and take you right in front of all these pompous windbags,” he tells you, his voice rich with want, “Would you like that? For me to show them all that you’re mine?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his suggestion. Another gasp leaves you. You can’t say for certain whether it’s from shock or desire. You can feel him touching you with his mind, knowing exactly where his fingers will be most pleasurable, stroking and rubbing you in a way that makes your head spin. You lean into his otherworldly touch, yearning for more. You know he wants you to answer him though, so you manage to stumble a reply,

“Th-they all know I’m yours,” you reassure him.

“Perhaps they do.” 

Obi-Wan sounds so nonchalant, nothing in his voice betrays how well he’s working you up right now. But with the way your leg is pressed against him, you can feel how hard he is. 

“Although, perhaps it will solidify it for them that you are mine, if they see me railing into you, watching you take my cock like you were made for it.”

You can’t help the whimper that leaves your throat at his dirty words combined with the way he’s teasing you with the Force. The pleasure inside you is coiling tighter and tighter with each passing sweep of sensation. The room feels stifling and you squirm in his lap. It’s so much but still it’s not nearly enough. 

“Tell me that you want me to fuck you, sweetheart,” he demands in that velvet voice of his, “Tell me how you want it, how you need it.”

Your breath is coming in gasps now, as a shiver of embarrassment runs through you at how badly you do want it. The thought that he might actually carry out his idea, ravish you right in front of all of these officers, thrills you in a wholly unexpected way. 

“I do want it, my lord, and I don’t care who sees us, they should all know I’m yours,” you tell him, your words tumbling out as he keeps you right on the brink of an orgasm, “I want to feel you deep inside me, to feel you pressed against me, your weight on me, I need it so badly, I- I want to be full of your thick cock.”

“My, my, sweetheart, what a filthy mouth you have,” Obi-Wan drawls, before he pulls you into a deep open-mouthed kiss, heedless of whatever discussion is still going on in the room. 

When he breaks the kiss, you’re dizzy with pleasure. You’re so desperate for him that you’ll do anything he asks, and the naughty smile on his face tells you that he knows this. 

“This meeting is adjourned!” Obi-Wan announces in a loud voice, “Get out of my sight now.” And he waves the others away, sounding bored.

You watch dazed as the officers shuffle out of the room, and then you turn to your Dark Lord with a slightly puzzled expression. You were so certain he was going to do something more in front of them. 

“It pleases me to see you so willing,” he murmurs, “But I don’t like to share, and I think only I should get the pleasure of seeing you so thoroughly ruined.”

He leans closer to you, “Nevertheless, they should know for certain that you’re mine, so you be sure to scream that nice and loud for me. Now get on that table.”

Keep sending in your thots! It's going to be a very spicy weekend

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[cj-kenobi]

Day 4 of @codywanweek! Today is the red string of fate!

Link to the fic here!

Other days 1 2 3 5 6 7 8

[wileycap]

PALPATINE: My dear boy. The only thing that we are discussing right now is what you want.

ANAKIN: Hm. Okay, world peace for Padmé, a Best Jedi mug for Obi-Wan - no, that's not me being bitchy, he literally will not accept a bigger gift...

PALPATINE: Yes, you shall have it all. Just -

ANAKIN: Oh, I'm not done. A billion... no, you know what, a trillion credits for Ahsoka, rights for the clones plus backpay and overtime for the war, full rights to their own genetic code, a special vode-only tribune that will investigate Kaminoans and natborn officers for sentient rights violations...

PALPATINE:

ANAKIN: ... slavery is to be abolished across the galaxy, I and any vode who want to join me will be sanctioned by the Republic to hunt down slavers, starting with Tatooine, hair cream for Windu - okay, that one is me being bitchy - and, well, I guess I'd want a fleet of the absolute best ships for me. As a treat.

PALPATINE: I see. Are you done?

ANAKIN: I guess. How soon can you deliver?

PALPATINE: Well. As it stands... it might... take some time.

ANAKIN: That's cool. You can get all the legal stuff done tomorrow, just call in a special session of the Senate, but I get that commissioning a fleet will take some time. I didn't even give you a list of models or anything.

PALPATINE: ... yes. I can't help but to think that you're disregarding your wife's safety here.

ANAKIN: Oh, no. I'm being smart.

PALPATINE: You are?

ANAKIN: Yup. Padmé is a completely healthy woman. Her pregnancy is very low risk. So, if she's going to die in childbirth, it's got to have something to do with the war, right? If we end the war, there's no danger to Padmé.

PALPATINE: Have you forgotten what I told you about Darth Plagueis the Wise?

ANAKIN: No, but if I use Sith Magic to save her, she's probably going to turn into a zombie or something. Trust me, Chancellor, I've seen it before.

PALPATINE: I'm afraid to ask, but where have you seen zombies?

ANAKIN: Eh, you can check my mission reports. Anyways, if you just hand me your credit chit, I can get to buying Obi-Wan that mug, giving Ahsoka the trillion and all that.

PALPATINE: Well, I...

ANAKIN: And if you don't want to go through with this, I'm definitely going to murder you right now. You being a Sith Lord and all that.

PALPATINE: Oh.

ANAKIN: Yeah.

PALPATINE: Well, here's my credit chit.

ANAKIN: Thanks, Sheev! Just one more question. What are you getting out of this?

PALPATINE: ... I'm going to declare myself Emperor and bring about the age of the Sith.

ANAKIN: Okay, that's cool.

PALPATINE: It... is?

ANAKIN: Sure. I mean, you basically are an emperor already, and we have freedom of religion. Just make sure that your Empire is strictly democratic, or else Padmé's going to be mad at me.

PALPATINE: I... what? The purpose of an Empire is to do away with democracy! Cut away the rot of bureaucracy!

ANAKIN: Chancellor, do you remember the conversation we had just now about me murdering you?

PALPATINE: Yes, but you hate the Republic too!

ANAKIN: I know, but work stuff can't come between me and Padmé. One of the rules of a successful marriage. Anyways, get it done. I gotta go buy a mug and some hair cream.

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BREAKING NEWS!

PEACE! Supreme Chancellor / Emperor-Elect Sheev Palpatine has announced the immediate cessation of hostilities between the Republic and the CIS along with a slew of other groundbreaking proposals. The Supreme Chancellor stated that with the death of General Grievous...

The Coruscant Herald spoke with Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, also known as the Negotiator.

"I've got this mug." said Master Kenobi, before launching into a protracted rant about the state of our democracy.

"I got back from Utapau, and Anakin tells me that he 'kind of' turned to the Dark Side. How do you 'kind of' turn? But now we have galactic peace. But we also have an Emperor. Well, in three days we will have an Emperor. But the Emperor is going to have less power than the Supreme Chancellor has right now, and they're the same person. Not to mention that he's the Sith. My entire life has turned into a philosophical nightmare on whether the ends justify the means, and it's all being personified by this blasted mug." ...

Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo had a brief conversation with the Herald.

"Well, I think of it like a retirement present. A lifetime achievement award. He is an older man, and no doubt he'll abdicate in due time. This will be an interesting footnote in the history of the Republic." ...

Spokesbeing for the Shmi Skywalker Foundation, Anakin Skywalker spoke at length with our reporter.

"Well, we at the Shmi Skywalker Foundation offer only two things: freedom to slaves and death to slavers. And sometimes imprisonment to slavers, because Obi-Wan and Padmé were pretty adamant about that. And also financial aid, legal aid, housing, therapy, et cetera. For the freed people. So I guess we offer more than two things, but they're all good things."

"Sheev? Sheev is great. A nice old man. I think he's going to abdicate in, oh, three years or so? [Editor's Note: Transcript is garbled due to the Emperor-Elect coughing suddenly.] [...Yo]u need a glass of water, Sheev? Get him - yeah, one of you red guys, get him a glass of water. You're not a young man anymore, Sheev. Yeah, I think he'll abdicate within three years."

Emperor-Elect Sheev Palpatine declined to comment at this time.

[raccoonomicon]

Religious iconography is definitely influencing my art. There's just something in halos, in saviors and saints that is slowly turning my brain into glue.

Posting this right away before I start hating it.

It's a fanart of my fanfiction - specifically of chapter 10 which I rewrote for perhaps the third time today (im an indecisive bitch) . It's pretty ironic how the fanfic itself is something so unserious and fundamentally ironic, while the fanarts feel like an omen of death.

[sendpseuds]

"Come now, darling, would I lie to you?"

[silver tongue truths]

[starakins]

Chapter 7

of metempsychosis

Summary:

“Anakin Skywalker will Fall.”

That gets Anakin’s attention. No, he won't. Why does Sidious think dictating his future is something he can do? Anakin hasn't fallen when his mother died (although he came very close) and he didn't die when Obi-Wan died, which to be fair, was far more a numbing experience than anything else.

“And you will ensure he does, my very young apprentice,” Sidious says next, “Execute the plan. When we have him on our side, we shall execute Order sixty-six.”

[adhd-coyote]

i'd LOVE to know about cult of fox and/or forced to fall!!!

Someone else has also asked about Cult of Fox, so I'll do Forced to Fall for this ask and tag you in the other one!!

Every vod held their breath as, slowly, the General’s breathing evened out. His arm twitched, then his leg, and then he was moving, pushing himself to his feet. When he turned and began walking towards Cody and his vode, his gait was uneven, stumbling. His head was bowed. Cody could not see his face. By the time he reached them, his steps had grown more steady, though still without his usual grace. He pressed a button on the terminal and the particle shield finally dropped. Immediately, the troopers spilled out of the cramped cell, some rushing for Hopper’s body, others to find weapons or an exit. Cody stood by his General, hands hovering over Obi-Wan’s arms, ready to catch him if he fell. “I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan whispered, because of course he would blame himself for this. “I wasn’t strong enough.” “This is not your fault,” Cody reassured him. His General shook his head. “You misunderstand.” He finally, finally, raised his head. Cody froze. “I was not strong enough,” Obi-Wan repeated, staring up at Cody through tear-filled yellow eyes. “The Dark won.”

This is an au inspired by Part 6 of Dark Star, an amazing fic series that I recommend to everyone!

In this, Obi-Wan is caught in a trap and thrown into a Dark ritual that gives him no choice but to Fall. The Order is forced to expel him. But Cody and the 212th aren't letting their General go that easy.

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[imajessica]

Returning to this platform with an offering because it’s only fair.

Enjoy my Star Wars: What If? Fan fiction I wrote 4 years ago.

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

The Sith

Part 4

As promised, more of The Sith

This time inspired by some of these prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting I think there will be eight this time round.

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"Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same."

Instead of giving him what he wanted, his stubborn Jedi closed those stunning blue eyes, his brow furrowed in persistent concentration to deny him what he knew they both craved. 

Damn the stubborn boy, he really should know better.

"Darling," he purred and pressed even closer, placing a possessive hand on the younger man's hip. The Jedi not even flinched at their close proximity but remained obstinate still. 

"Do not seek to resist me, it is pointless."

He leaned forwards until their lips were mere inches apart, finally getting a reaction, even if it was just a harsh intake of breath.

“Give in, dear one,” he coaxed him with a honey sweet voice, dripping dirty and wicked promises. Triumph rushed through him when blue eyes met his again, defeat eclipsing them along with a far more passionate emotion.

"Say it," he ordered once more, his voice nothing more than a breath.

"Yes, master."

2. 3. 4. 5.

Master posts for parts 1, 2 and 3

[flightlessangelwings]

Our Souls Intertwined

sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

Word count- 4,580

Prompt- a lightsaber tilting up someone's chin

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), enemies to lovers, fighting, mutual pining, flirting, tension, fingering, piv sex, pet names (darling, love), praise, jedi!reader, reader is competent as a fighter and is a badass, no physical descrption of reader other than body parts, lightsaber color also never described, no use of y/n, open ending so you can decide for yourself what happens next

Notes- Written for Sith Obi Wan event @sithobiwanevent and oh boy did I have so much fun with this one!! I hope y'all enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Please let me know what you think!!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post new things!

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It was an epic battle. The whir of lightsabers filled the air. Red clashed with various colors as Lord Obi Wan Kenobi, feared and powerful sith lord, fought his way through the waves of jedi that came at him. A dark smirk graced his face as he sliced through some padawans, easily defeating the young opponents in front of him. Around him, his army fired from their blasters. It was chaos, and he thrived on it. The energy around him whirled, and he harnessed the power of the force to his advantage.

It was then that Kenobi saw you.

He brushed a lock of hair that had fallen on his face to watch you battle the enemy droids that surrounded you. He saw the strain in your jaw as you parried the blaster fire that came your way before you ran and stabbed those that shot at you. Kenobi was actually impressed by the way you handled yourself, and he actually had to take a breath to calm the thoughts that flooded his mind.

Swinging his red saber in a dramatic circle, Kenobi rushed over to you, calling your name as he got within range.

You whipped around, your own lightsaber at the ready as you braced yourself from the impact of Kenobi’s weapon.

“Hello there,” Kenobi smirked.

“Kenobi,” you strained as you countered his attack and parried with one of your own.

“Lovely to see you again, darling,” he quipped.

You just grunted as you volleyed your weapon. Ignoring the way Kenobi’s yellow eyes bore into you as if they were looking into your soul, you focused on the red of his blade. The two of you fought each other one on one, your blades crossing each other as if you were in a dance. The rest of the battle seemed to fade away and all that existed was each other.

“You’ve improved, darling,” Kenobi observed as he lunged at you with more force, electricity cackling as his saber crushed against yours.

“Don’t call me that, Kenobi,” you growled back, fighting both his physical assault and the way your heart secretly fluttered in your chest whenever he called you any term of endearment. The smoothness of his voice always went right to your core, as much as you tried to push it away. 

It only took that one fraction of a second for Kenobi to gain the advantage. Just the slight loosening of your lightsaber was all it took for him to knock it out of your hand and use the force to push you onto the ground. You spat a curse under your breath as you tried to channel the force to pull your saber back into your hand, but Kenobi’s boot caught it before it slid close enough for you to grasp it.

“Shit,” you muttered as you scrambled to your knees.

Before you could rise completely, red filled your vision. The hum of Kenobi’s lightsaber rang in your ears as you suddenly found yourself paralyzed. Sweat lined your brow as he used the tip of his saber to gently force your vision up to meet his gaze. He was careful, though, careful not to actually touch the blade to your skin and hurt you. Instead, Kenobi used the force to angle your head up.

In one hand, Kenobi held his lightsaber and the other he held up with two fingers as he controlled the force around the two of you. His eyes matched the red of his blade as his gaze pierced into you.

Helpless, you swallowed hard, “If you’re going to kill me, Kenobi,” you tried to sound strong, though you were sure your voice was strained, “Just get it over with. Don’t toy with me like this.”

“Why would I kill you, darling?” he purred, clearly enjoying having you helpless on your knees before him.

The question caught you off guard.

“Why not join me?” he asked in a smooth tone, “I could help you hone your skills. You could fight at my side instead of against me.”

You inhaled sharply, “You asked me that before, Kenobi,” you steadied your breath as you focused your feelings and reigned in your emotions, “And my answer is still no.”

He smiled darkly, “Still as stubborn as ever I see,” he actually sounded impressed, “But I see there is no changing your mind yet, love.” Kenobi released you and retracted his lightsaber. 

With a gasp, you fell forward and your face smashed into the ground. Quickly, you scrambled to your hands and knees only to find Kenobi had put some distance between the two of you.

“Until next time, darling,” he gave you a quick wave of his fingers before he disappeared into a dust cloud.

You were left alone and astonished. Why hadn’t he killed you? Why did he leave you alive? Again? Swallowing hard, you ignored the way your heart pounded in your chest as you grabbed your lightsaber and ran back to help the other jedi.

*

It wasn’t long before you met Kenobi again on the battlefield. Lightsabers clashed as you fought him on the desolate planet. You weren’t even sure which planet you were on, only that it was barren and filled mostly with sand and boulders and caves. Lightsabers and blasters clashed in the dunes and rocks of the desolate planet. 

“You get better every time I see you, darling,” Kenobi smirked, “If you were to join me, I could make you even greater.”

“Keep dreaming, Kenobi,” you countered back. 

“Oh I do see you in my dreams, darling,” he grinned, enjoying how his words threw you off for a moment.

The two of you battled each other, moving away from the rest of the battlefield and the others without realizing it. You grunted as you tried to focus your energy into finally beating him, but the way his yellow eyes stared into your soul distracted you. And all it took was a moment, just one flash of an instant, for you to lose your edge.

One misstep and you tumbled down the rocky ridge that hosted your duel with the sith lord. But, before you hit the ground, you found yourself suspended in the air. Looking up, you saw Kenobi rush toward you, shouting your name. In a fit of frustration, you channeled the force and pushed that energy towards him, attempting to knock him off balance.

It did, and Kenobi fell back. However, the rush of force energy also hit a large pile of large rocks and boulders. The ground rumbled beneath your body and you knew this was greater trouble than the sith in front of you. In an instant, your goal changed from beating Kenobi to getting out of the rockslide alive. 

Looking behind him, he noticed the danger too and he bolted toward you and pulled you off the ground, “Run!” Kenobi yelled as he grabbed your hand.

The rockslide felt like it was caving in around you as you ran, your hand in his. Kenobi led you towards a cave, an opening that seemed to be your only way of escaping the cascading boulders around you both. As the dust clouded your vision and the crashing of the rocks around you made it hard to hear, you had no choice but to put your trust in him.

Kenobi got you both into the cave with just a fraction of a second to spare. Both of you crashed to the ground as the boulders piled up at the entrance, blocking you in. You let out a heavy exhale as the dust settled, and the only beams of light that lit up the small cave came from higher up.

The cave was shallow, and you could see the end of it. That meant there was no way out except for how you came in. And how you came in was currently blocked with dozens of large boulders. The beams of light came from small openings between the rocks, but they weren’t big enough to crawl through. Inside the cave, there were only the two of you, along with rocks scattered throughout the floor.

“Are you alright?” Kenobi asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you replied immediately as you tried to stand. However, when you tried to move your arm, you hissed in pain, “Shit…” you grabbed your shoulder and felt blood soak your hand.

“No you’re not,” Kenobi rushed to you, inspecting your wound and swallowing the fear that threatened to bubble over in his mind.

“I’ll be ok,” you tried to ignore his worry over you, “It’s not that bad.”

He pursed his lips as he looked at your shoulder then back to where the boulders piled high, trapping you in together, “It’s too high to climb,” he observed, “And it’ll take both of us to move all the boulders,” Kenobi turned back to you, “Which you can’t do with that injury,” he reached for your shoulder again, “Let me.” His heart fluttered in his chest as he saw the blood seep from your shoulder, and he hated the sinking feeling he had when he saw you hurt.

Before you could protest, Kenobi covered your injury with his hand and let out a long slow breath. Mouth opened in shock, you felt warmth on your injury and you felt the energy of the force flow from him into you. You watched him for a moment before you closed your eyes and surrendered yourself, feeling the force flow between your bodies as if it cradled and protected you both. Warmth embraced you as you felt rejuvenated from what Kenobi was doing.

With a gasp, Kenobi broke away from you as his eyes shot open. He backed away as he hunched forward, weak from the energy he expended. You let out a gasp of your own as you watched him crawl to a rock to steady himself before he lifted his body to sit.

“How were you able to do that?” you asked in shock as you cradled your now uninjured shoulder.

Kenobi just looked at you, “Well I wasn’t always a sith, darling,” he gave you a genuine soft smile.

The question came out before you could stop it, “What happened?”

His smile turned mischievous, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

You rolled your eyes.

Changing the subject with a heavy sigh, Kenobi said, “It looks like we’ll be here for a while. I need to recover my strength if we are to move those boulders,” he looked around, “Might as well get comfortable.”

Your body remained stiff as you stayed on high alert. Your saber was at your side, yet you made sure your hand was never far from it. The muscles in your jaw clenched harder as you watched Kenobi visibly relax on a rock, leaning back and resting his leg in front of him.

“I’m not going to attack you,” he said in a calm tone after feeling your heavy gaze on him for several long moments.

“Then what are you going to do?” you asked, guard still up but chipped away just the slightest. 

Kenobi smirked as he stood, “What would you like me to do, darling?” he purred as he took a step towards you.

You took a step back, keeping the distance between you. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way you felt the force move around you whenever he was near, and especially when it was now just the two of you trapped and alone. And you were sure he felt it too.

“I…” 

The two of you kept up this dance, Kenobi stepping forward and you stepping back until you hit a wall. His body was relaxed; he wasn’t hunting you. Instead, it was as if he was approaching you at a bar, friendly almost. Your heart pounded in your chest, yet it wasn’t from fear.

“I have something in mind,” his tone was low yet soft as he stepped into your space.

You swallowed hard as you pressed your back against the wall, feeling him against you. Kenobi placed a hand on one side of your head as his gaze bore into your soul.

“And I think you have the same thought as I do,” he continued as he leaned into you.

“How do you know?” you tried to sound tough, but you didn’t even fool yourself. You dropped your gaze to the ground, avoiding his eyes.

Kenobi let out an amused huff as he took two fingers and gently guided your face to look back up and meet his eyes. It was a similar feeling from last time when you met him on the battlefield and he used his saber to force you to look at him. Both times, you should have felt threatened, in danger. And yet, you didn’t. Not then, and certainly not now. No, it was a different feeling that pulsed through your veins.

“Because,” he said in almost a whisper, “You aren’t pushing me away.”

Your mouth dropped open as you realized that he was not trapping you at all. The only contact he made was his fingers on your chin, which you could have easily brushed off. Kenobi hovered close to you, yet he gave you a clear path out if you chose to take it. Yet, you didn’t. You chose to stay there, in his gaze.

“Why don’t you just take what you want from me?” you asked.

“Darling,” he sounded almost offended, “I would never do that to you. I would never hurt you,” he sighed, “I want you on your own volition.”

“Obi Wan…” you breathed his name… his first name you realized. 

His yellow eyes went wide as his jaw clenched, “No one has called me that in… A long time,” he sighed, “It sounds lovely in your voice.”

You let out a deep breath as you felt his breath on your lips.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he murmured, “And say my name again.” It wasn’t a command, but a request. It was his way of giving you one last out should you choose.

Your eyes darted from his yellow ones down to his lips and you swallowed hard, “Kiss me… Obi Wan.”

The moment the words left your lips he crashed his into yours. Your moan was muffled from the kiss, but you instantly melted into it, grasping at his black robes as you parted your lips for him. Obi Wan took the invitation eagerly and slipped his tongue past your lips, tasting you, savoring you. He groaned into you as he finally touched you, one hand grabbing your hip while the other cradled your jaw. 

In your studies as a jedi, you trained to feel the force around you and how to harness it. You had an exceptional understanding of it, and learned to control it much faster than your classmates. As a knight, your power only grew. But, it wasn’t until you kissed the sith lord Obi Wan Kenobi that you fully understood the true feeling of the force wrapping itself around you and how it bound two souls together. You had never felt anything like this in your life before. And from the way he groaned into you, you were sure he felt the same way.

“You taste divine, lovely,” he purred against your lips before he kissed you again, his beard ticking your face as he devoured you.

“Obi Wan…” you whispered as you broke the kiss for a breath of air. You tilted your head to the side as he kissed his way along your jaw and down your neck, sending goosebumps across your skin as he hit more sensitive spots, “Touch me. Please,” you pleaded.

“It would be my pleasure, darling,” he groaned as his hands roamed across your chest.

His hands slipped under your jedi robes and cupped your breasts. He let out a satisfied growl when you mewled in pleasure under his touch, and he could help the way he kneaded and caressed your soft mounds. Kenobi felt a jolt within him when he pinched your nipples and made you cry out louder.

He hummed as his hands made their way down your body, his eyes never moving from your face the entire time. Kenobi didn’t want to miss a single expression as he worshiped you with his hands. He paused for a moment when his fingers reached the top of your pants, but when you didn’t protest or push him away, he dipped a hand underneath the fabric.

Both of you gasped as Obi Wan’s hand cupped your pussy. While your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back against the wall, his stayed open, watching you with great interest. Your mouth dropped open as he carefully pushed two fingers into you.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you grasped at his shoulders for balance.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. Obi Wan couldn’t tear his eyes away from you even if he wanted to. Every little expression you made, every little sound of pleasure that escaped your lips, even how your pussy felt around him… you were everything to him.

“Obi Wan…” you whined as your mind swam in the bliss his fingers gave you. 

Oh how he loved it when you said his name. Obi Wan’s eyes burned with passion as he growled and thrust his fingers into you harder. His cock strained with need, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you. As he buried his fingers deep inside you, Obi Wan rutted against your body, covering you with himself as heat rose between you.

“Please… I’m close…” you moaned as you felt dizzy. You tightened your grip on him, knowing he would be there to hold you and keep you steady.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum, darling,” he groaned as he picked up his pace with his fingers.

It only took a few more deep thrusts for you to come undone. Your body trembled in his grip as you came hard with a loud scream of his name. Tears filled your eyes as you felt overwhelmed between the emotions that pulsed through your body as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers. And just as you felt breathless, he kissed you again, even more deeply this time.

You whimpered as Obi Wan slowly pulled his fingers out of you and your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. When he broke away, you finally looked into his eyes and saw the fire that burned behind them. “Fuck me, Obi Wan.”

He smiled at you as he grabbed you and spun you around. In a flash, you found yourself on your back, his cape underneath you as he quickly yanked and tugged at both your clothing. Depreciation took over both of you as you worked to quickly strip each other until you are both completely bare.

“Wow,” you breathed as you stared at him.

“Exquisite,” he moaned as he lunged forward and kissed you once more, his hips rutting against the fold of your pussy as he started to lose control of himself.

Obi Wan lost even more control as he pushed the tip of his cock into you. Both of you gasped and cried out as you felt him slowly enter you. You clawed at his back as more of his cock stretched you out inch by inch. And Obi Wan growled as your warmth engulfed him, driving him wild.

“Obi Wan…” you whined.

“I know, darling,” he muttered as he rocked back and thrust forward. 

A string of curses escaped both your lips as he rocked in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside you with precision every single time. You screamed as your vision blurred and you dug your nails more into his back. But it only spurred him on more, thrusting harder and faster into you as he became more and more desperate.

Screams and groans echoed in the cave and skin slapped against skin. Obi Wan would have wanted this to last longer, but you were too beautiful, too enticing, too perfect. Sweat lined his brow as locks of hair stuck to his forehead as he thrust into you with abandon. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he growled as he felt his own climax build, “Cum with me.”

“Fuck!” you cried out as your breasts swung back and forth with every thrust of his hips.

With a scream, your second orgasm hit you like a bantha and your legs trembled on either side of his body as he continued to pound into you. Obi Wan growled your name as your orgasm triggered his and he came deep into you, grunting and moaning as he spilled himself inside your body.

Obi Wan kept going as long as he could, rocking into your wet pussy hard enough to feel the splash of your release soak your bodies. But, as he rode out both your climaxes, neither of you had anything left to give and he pulled out of you after one final thrust. 

You gasped as you felt the sudden emptiness and your eyes shot open to watch him hover over you with an inferno in his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you stared back at him and suddenly you were keenly aware of how naked you still were. Heavy breaths echoed around you as you both lost yourselves in each other.

Sensing your shift, Obi Wan took a deep breath and composed himself. He leaned over and gathered your jedi robes and handed them to you, “Here,” he said before he turned his back to you to give you some privacy.

Neither of you were sure why he did that, after he just fucked you. but you welcomed it either way. Both of you were silent as you redressed. Your heart still beat wildly in your chest as you felt the ghost of his touch on your skin and you replayed what just happened in your head.

“Anger. Fear. Loss,” Obi Wan broke the silence after he slipped on his pants and robe, leaving it open to bare his chest to you still.

“What?” Your voice was just a whisper as you spun around to face him.

“How I turned to the dark side,” Obi Wan said in a soft voice, one that you guessed he hadn’t used in some time, “There was someone… very dear to me. Someone that I loved with everything I had. Someone…” he took in a shaky breath as he ran his hands through his hair, “I couldn’t save… No matter how hard I tried.”

You watched with wide eyes as he bared his soul to you with his confession. You guessed the way his story ended without him having to say it out loud. You both knew the path to the dark side, and how his loss led to his fall. You crossed the space to stand face to face with him as you placed a hand on his chest.

“I swore then that I would never care for anyone like that again,” Obi Wan turned away from you, breaking the contact he craved so deeply, “And I hadn’t since…” he turned back to meet your gaze, “Until now.”

A gasp escaped your lips, “Obi Wan…?”

He gave you a sad smile, one that you couldn’t decipher its meaning. Before you could say anything else, though, he turned to the wall of boulders, “I think we can move it now,” he said as he tightened his robe around him.

You followed his gaze with your own and nodded, “Ok.” The disappointment in your tone was clear. 

“Concentrate all your energy,” he told you, “You hold them steady, I will push them out of our way. When you see an opening, you run. Understand?”

You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him to run with you, to stay at your side. But the seriousness in his expression told you it wasn’t worth the energy to argue. “Got it.”

Both of you raised your arms, channeling the force toward the boulders. You grunted as you kept the large rocks steady while Obi Wan worked on moving them out of the way. He started with the smaller ones at the top, but when he got to the middle, it all started to collapse.

“Steady!” he shouted.

You gritted your teeth as you strained to keep the bigger ones steady. Dust started to fill the air as everything moved. When Obi Wan got to the center, he called your name, “Run! Now! Go!”

Doing as you were told, you bolted forward into the dust. You tried to keep the rocks steady as you ran, but the more you exerted yourself, the harder it got. The ground rumbled as the boulders tumbled out of the way, creating dust clouds so thick that you couldn’t see through.

Once you were out and clear from the rocks, you turned around and screamed, “Obi Wan!” You streamed to look for him through the dust, but for several moments, you couldn't. You reached through the force, pushing the rocks out of the way to search for him.

Just when you were about to lose hope, you saw his silhouette in the dust, “Obi Wan,” you sighed in relief as you ran to him. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, embracing him hard, “You’re ok.”

He smiled at you as he held you close, just as relieved as you were, “I’m alright, darning.”

You looked into his eyes, and for a moment you saw no sign of the sith yellow that usually illuminated them. In front of you now wasn’t a sith lord or empire general, but just a man. As you held each other, you felt the sense that there was much left unspoken, but the sound of an engine in the distance forced those thoughts to remain unsaid.

“It’s a rebel transport,” he said, “They must have seen the dust cloud from our escape. They’ll pick you up, and you’ll be safe.”

“But what about you?” you turned back to face him.

Obi Wan smiled at you as he cupped the side of your face, “I’ll be alright, darling, don’t you worry.” He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to kiss you again, but he decided not to, “Now go,” he nudged you forward as he retreated back.

You turned toward the incoming ship, waving your hands so that they spotted you. As it hovered closer, blowing your robes up into the wind, you spoke to him with your back still turned, “Obi Wan, come with…” you turned around to find him gone, “Me.” Your shoulders dropped in disappointment as the ship landed and the clones called your name.

“You’re alright! We were looking for you,” they said as they ushered you onto the ship.

From the shadows in the distance, Obi Wan Kenobi watched as you got on board and were flown away to safety. He sensed the thought in your mind, and he fled before you could ask it. He knew he would not have the strength to deny your request had he heard you speak it. Blowing a kiss into the air, he whispered, “Until we meet again, my love,” before he turned and went the opposite direction. 

Be safe, he released his thought across the planes to you. 

[beauiestars]

OBI-WAN KENOBI - Scars of Age

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader - {PART ONE}

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Slow burn, pining, source material inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, semi-graphic violence, minor character death, semi-graphic blood/injury, vomiting (not explicit or recurring), moral dilemmas, betrayal…

Beau's Note: The timeline in this story stresses me out. This story takes place over a period of 25 years (I think) and the earlier parts contain a lot of time skips. This story also contains a lot of inaccuracies because I wrote it for fun after finding a severe lack of Obi-Wan fics (what???!!!). Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Thankyou x

Summary: They say time heals all wounds. But with the forces of the universe tearing them apart, can two childhood best friends rediscover their connection and find solace in each other once more?

Obi-Wan clasped your soft hands firmly, tugging you upright with surprising strength for someone so young—recently turned thirteen, one whole year younger than you. "Come on, Y/N. Get up," he urged, his cheery voice breaking the stillness of the training room. His grin stretched wide and infectious, leaving no room for argument.

You groaned dramatically, letting him pull you to your feet. "But I'm tired," you complained, though you didn't resist as he steadied you.

"Too bad. I'm not," he shot back with a teasing laugh, the sound ringing through the space like music. It was so genuine, so carefree, you couldn't help but smile. Shifting his weight to the balls of his feet, he dropped into a defensive stance. "Ready?"

You rolled your eyes but mirrored his movement, your grin betraying your pretend irritation. "Do I have a choice?"

Before you could brace yourself, Obi-Wan lunged, his makeshift training stick sweeping low. You yelped and stumbled to the side, barely dodging the strike.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" you exclaimed.

"You let your guard down," he countered, his smirk widening. "Maybe you should see if any of the younglings need a new sparring partner." His laughter bubbled over as you swung clumsily at his legs, your stick whistling harmlessly through the air a second too late.

"I'm older than you, Obi-Wan!" you snapped, though your laughter undermined any real sting. You jabbed your elbow into his side, forcing him to retreat as your sticks clacked and sparked in your improvised battle. "And taller!"

"Barely!" he retorted, hopping nimbly to dodge another swing. His free hand darted out, jabbing you sharply in the ribs. You squealed, stumbling back as he pursued you with relentless enthusiasm. "Besides, I haven't hit my growth spurt yet. Master Qui-Gon says it's coming any day now."

You snorted. "He's just trying to make you feel better, shorty." With a triumphant whoop, you swung hard, landing a satisfying blow to the small of Obi-Wan's back. He toppled forward onto the mat with a groan.

"Hah! That's a point for me," you declared smugly, standing over him with satisfaction. But your victory was short-lived. Obi-Wan's pout morphed into a wicked grin, and in a flash, he kicked your legs out from under you.

You landed beside him in a heap, laughter spilling uncontrollably from your lips. "I already won! You were down first," you protested weakly, barely managing the words through your giggles.

"Call it a tie," he said smugly, his grin as irrepressible as ever.

"What if I tell Master Yoda you cheated?" You asked, putting a finger to your chin in mock contemplation.

"Then I'll tell him you said he looks kickable," Obi-Wan countered, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Don't you dare," you gasped, lunging at him. Your fingers found his ribs, and you tickled him mercilessly. Obi-Wan shrieked—an uncharacteristically high-pitched sound—and thrashed beneath your attack.

He tried to negotiate through peals of laughter, his legs flailing wildly, but you refused to relent. Not until the soft hiss of the training room door snapped you both to attention.

The two of you froze as Masters Windu, Qui-Gon, and Yoda entered. Their expressions shifted from concern to exasperation, and finally to reluctant amusement as they took in the scene.

"What is going on in here?" Mace Windu's stern tone cut through the lingering laughter.

Scrambling to your feet, you brushed yourself off while Obi-Wan remained sprawled on the mat, gasping for air. "Master Yoda! I beat Obi-Wan again," you declared proudly, hurrying to the diminutive Jedi with an eager smile.

From the floor, Obi-Wan groaned loudly. "Barely," he muttered, though he made no effort to stand.

Yoda's ears twitched, his eyes glinting with warmth as he inclined his head. "Very impressed, I am," he said, nodding thoughtfully. "But quieter, you two must be. Too loud, you are."

Beside you, Obi-Wan finally dragged himself upright. He nudged you gently in the ribs, grinning. "Yeah, Y/n. Too loud," he teased.

Yoda's expression sharpened as he folded his arms. "Trouble, do not cause," he warned, his tone pointed.

"Sorry, Master," you and Obi-Wan said in unison, bowing your heads. But as you straightened, you caught Obi-Wan's mischievous glance, and it took all your willpower to stifle another round of laughter.

Qui-Gon stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Time for bed, both of you. Tomorrow is a big day." Although he was Obi-Wan's master, you spent a lot of time being taught by Master Qui-Gon. Mostly because Master Yoda was often too busy, but also due to the fact you and Obi-Wan were considered a package deal.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied obediently.

"Of course, Master Qui-Gon, sir," you added, flashing a sheepish smile.

Together, the two of you exited the training room, your footsteps echoing softly in the corridor. The quiet didn't last long; Obi-Wan nudged you playfully, and you took off running, the hallway soon filled with laughter once again.

Back in the training room, the three Masters stood in silence for a long moment before exchanging knowing looks.

"Great futures ahead of them, those two have," Yoda said at last, his voice tinged with pride.

"Indeed," Qui-Gon agreed, a faint smile touching his lips.

Though none of them would admit it aloud, the bond between you and Obi-Wan was a bright spot in the Temple, a reminder of the importance of camaraderie and the light it brought to the Order.

"Best friends, they are," Yoda mused, his small, fond smile returning. "Powerful teammates, they will be."

***

"I can't believe you threatened to tell Master Yoda I said he looks kickable!" you exclaimed, laughter spilling into the quiet hallway as you punched Obi-Wan lightly in the arm.

Obi-Wan's laugh followed, pure and melodic, the kind he reserved for moments he couldn't fake.

"Well, I can't believe you accused me of cheating," he shot back, mock offense lacing his tone. But the glint in his eyes gave him away, amusement flickering just beneath the surface. "Just because I'm better than you."

You rolled your eyes, brushing the folds of your oversized Padawan robes as you stood. Extending both hands toward him, you wiggled your fingers impatiently. Obi-Wan didn't hesitate. His smaller hands slid comfortably into yours, and you hoisted him up. He straightened, his brow furrowing slightly as he glanced around the alcove where you'd been sitting together.

The Jedi Temple had settled into its nightly rhythm. The energy of the day—hushed conversations and faint footsteps—had given way to silence. Most Jedi had retired to their quarters or the gardens for evening reflection, but you and Obi-Wan had claimed the quiet sanctuary of an alcove beneath a tall, arching window.

Moonlight streamed through the glass, bathing the space in pale silver and casting long, lazy shadows across the stone walls. Beneath the window, etched into the smooth bricks, were your initials separated by an elegant "&." Obi-Wan had carved them a year ago.

The memory came back easily: the way he'd found a discarded screw and painstakingly etched the letters into the stone, his mischievous grin belying the care he took with every curve. When he was finished, you'd been stunned by how deliberate and graceful the carving was, as though he'd practiced it countless times.

"Show-off," you muttered, brushing your fingers lightly over the inscription.

Obi-Wan caught your expression and smirked knowingly. "You're still jealous," he teased, though his words carried no edge.

You sighed softly, dropping one of his hands but keeping hold of the other. Tugging him gently, you started walking. You didn't know where you were going, but that was half the fun. You'd figure it out when you got there.

Obi-Wan followed without question, his hand warm and steady in yours. He didn't ask where you were headed; he already knew you didn't have a plan. Still, he admired the confidence in your stride, as though each step had a purpose.

As you wandered, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, counting your paces and mentally mapping each turn. This was your game: you led impromptu adventures through the labyrinth of the Jedi Temple, and he honed his sense of direction. He relished the challenge, while you revelled in the freedom of leading him into the unknown.

Eventually, you stopped. Letting go of his hand, you turned to face him, a sly smile tugging at your lips as you watched him furrow his brow in concentration. His eyelids scrunched tight, his expression so comically serious that you nearly laughed. You could practically hear the gears turning.

"The training room," he guessed, cracking one eye open as though testing his answer.

You glanced around the familiar space, grinning so wide your cheeks ached. "Nooo," you teased, drawing the word out dramatically.

Both of Obi-Wan's eyes popped open. He tilted his head, giving you an unimpressed look. "You're lying," he said flatly. "You always bring me to the training room."

"Not always," you countered, crossing your arms in mock defiance. The oversized sleeves of your robe draped over your hands, making the gesture look more like a pout.

"Fine," he said with a smirk. "More often than not."

"Better." You reached out, patting the top of his head. Predictably, he groaned and swatted your hand away with exaggerated annoyance.

"Next time, I'll take you somewhere completely different," you promised.

"No, you won't," he retorted, his knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You're right, I won't," you admitted, breaking into laughter.

The sound filled the corridor, echoing softly. It was the kind of laughter that left your ribs aching and your cheeks sore, born purely from the joy of his company. Obi-Wan had a way of making you laugh more in a day than most people could in a lifetime, and you treasured it.

As your laughter ebbed into silence, the stillness between you felt natural, not empty. No words were needed; everything worth saying had already been said in shared smiles and playful jabs.

Obi-Wan cast you a sidelong glance, his blue-grey eyes sparkling in the dim light. "My turn?" He asked. You hesitated for a moment, you weren't nearly as good at this as Obi-Wan. Something about counting steps and calculating or just feeling your surroundings didn't sit right with you.

"Fine," you said. Obi-Wan took your hands in his, your fingers interlocking like puzzle pieces. You closed your eyes and allowed your best friend to lead the way. Ten paces straight, then a left, or was that a right? Just like that you were already lost.

Obi-Wan felt your hands squeeze his a little tighter—a tell tale sign which he recognised—and knew he had won another round. He finally stopped somewhere and let go of your hands. "Where are we?" He prompted you, and you bit your lip.

Obi-Wan wasn't predictable like you. He was smart and calculated whilst you had a tendency to dive straight into things. Two polar opposite sides of the same coin. That's why the two of you worked so well together, you balanced the other out nicely.

"Come on, try to feel your surroundings," he encouraged. He watched in amusement as you leaned out to touch the wall, his hand catching your wrist instantly. "With your mind."

You huffed. "I don't know." He hummed quietly in front of you, not uttering another word. Your mind reeled, trying to 'feel your surroundings'—whatever that meant—but you felt nothing. "Can I have a hint?" Your words echoed back to you.

Obi-Wan didn't respond and you were starting to worry he had left you behind, blind and alone. Then you felt his presence. There was a calm aura radiating from behind you and you felt immediately attracted to it. You turned, took a few steps closer and reached out for his shoulders, finding the smooth fabric of his shirt under your palms. "I found you. Does that count?"

He snickered. "If that'll help you sleep at night, sure." You opened your eyes and observed your surroundings. It was a corridor that looked identical to most other corridors in the jedi temple. Obi-Wan had to press his palm to his face to restrain his laughter at the evident confusion on your face. "You still don't know where we are, do you?"

"Not a clue," you said, grinning. "Why do I need to know where I am when I have you to do that for me?" Your tone was light-hearted and joking but there was an irony in your words that made you nervous. As you advanced in your padawan training, your masters were emphasising the importance of independence more and more. Although teamwork is necessary and encouraged, you can't depend on one another too heavily.

"Yeah, I suppose so," Obi-Wan said, despite knowing what you were thinking by the tight smile playing on your lips. He punched your shoulder lightly, "Doesn't mean you can stop trying, though. I won't be very happy if I have to save you all the time."

"I'll be the one saving you, Obi-Wan," you said. Confidence poured into your words. "You can count on that." He shook his head, but didn't make any retort. You fell into easy silence and wandered the corridors until curfew.

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[raccoonomicon]

I am unapologetically posting another batch of Darth Maul sketches

I'll give you context for each sketch. Let's start with *drum sounds*

Space Cowboy Darth Maul!

What makes him a Space Cowboy? A poorly drawn, 50% opacity Cowboy hat that doesn't fit his head and most importantly fake leather black jeans. Why? Because I am slowly typing a small Space Cowboy fanfiction where he's a walking red flag and borderline alcoholic. Here's closeups/no hat.

Next!

DAD MAUL! Based on a recent conversation that I enjoyed a bit too much, perhaps. Also part of a RP I'm doing where he becomes a full time dad with my Nighsister Oc Aka-Fah.

Next!

Based on another RP with my other Zabrak Oc (one of them, but the most important surely) . Specifically, here Zephyr (my Oc, to the right) convinced Maul to try some "special cigarettes". Well, to be fair Zephyr politely offered a cigarette, and Maul refused. Then, upon seeing how much Zephyr was enjoying it, Maul decided to "indulge in temptation" and five minutes later he was knocked on the floor, giggling. They had fun.

I live for this man

[jane-the-virgin0]

Knocking at death's door

WOOOO it took a metric hour for me to decide that making an Obi-Wan fic would be a good idea!

summary: ~right before ROTS~ you're the Princess of a foreign land, about to be Queen. your father, although unknown to you, is Palpatine (pls suspend your disbelief), and you have force lightning powers. your powers have been sensed by the Grand Council and they know that you'll be recruited to the dark side, so they send Obi-Wan and Anakin to kill you before you can be used as a weapon. your life is doomed from the start, but Obi-Wan can't complete his mission.

pairing: Obi-Wan/reader

rating: 18+, minors DNI

warnings: violence (it is Star Wars), eventual smut, fluff, angst, death, age gap (reader is 24)

chapters: 1/?

w/c: 1258 (this is just a teaser, if people like it, next one will be longer!)

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“Wake up, Princess…”

“Hm? Who is there?”

I smacked my lips together and slowly raised myself from under the covers, hand reaching up to feel how tangled my hair got in my sleep. It was bad.

“Princess, you have to get ready for the day. Your mother desires you downstairs before breakfast is to be served.”

Frowning, I turned to my bedside to see my handmaiden Issla drawing open the curtains, allowing bright sunbeams to pierce my eyes, making it impossible to rest my eyes for a few more minutes, as was usually customary to my morning routine.

I thought it best to listen, her demeanor was usually a lot more calm. I watched her hurried movements, tidying up my drawers, fluffing the pillows on the sofa, pouring water for me to wash my face, and I ran through a list of reasons that today could be so important.

“It tis not my mothers birthday, nor is it a festival day, why is there a hurry to ready this morning?”

Issla eyed me like a hawk. “I do not know, Princess. I was told to make sure you were presentable before thirty past seven, so I would make haste.”

Rolling out of bed, I went through the motions of my familiar routine, all while pondering the reason for today’s excitement. After pulling on a dark green gown, Issla escorted me to the Grand Hall.

“Please let me know if you need anything later, Princess.” I could sense the double meaning in her words. She gripped my hands tightly, and gently released them after giving them a second small squeeze.

Nodding at her, I turned around to enter the Hall. “Khoan. Valsi.” I smiled at the two guards in front of the door. With a push of heavy oak, I was led into the Hall. I spotted my mother, the Queen, sitting on the ornate wooden throne on the other side of the room. Even though the rest of the council was speaking to her, her eyes never left me as I walked towards them. Even turning my gaze downwards, I could still feel her eyes staring holes through me.

“Good morning, my Princess.” The council echoed.

“You are late.”

“Sorry, my Queen, I was unsure what we would be discussing.”

“No reason to keep us waiting.”

“My apologies.”

A beat of silence.

“Anyways, let me continue. As you know, your birthday is coming up in a couple months. After a long deliberation with my trusted council, I have decided it would be in the best interest of the realm to step down as Queen.”

I gasped. “But moth-my Queen, if I may speak freely, that is insanity!”

She smiles mournfully at me. “My child, you of all people should know that I am aging, like all humans before me. You will be turning twenty and five, of the same age as myself when I bore the crown. The realm has entered a golden age. There has been no bloodshed or needless death since my mother wore the crown ages ago. You are ready, my child.”

It is true, I have not had a long look at her in a while. She shows the signs of her age, smile lines and forehead wrinkles adorn her face, and her hair, which used to flow jet black, is now almost solidly white. Despite this, her eyes are just as wise and sharp as they were when I was a child.

“Is this what you called me here to tell me?” I said, my shock overriding my ability to speak formally in front of the court.

“Partially. I was notified by the Grand Council that two Jedi - excuse me, a Jedi and his padawan would be coming to oversee part of your training for the throne.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Since when has it been standard that a Jedi and his padawan train me to bear the crown? Should they not have better things to do? And what do they know of ruling a realm?”

“I too, was surprised that the Grand Council took notice of our happenings. I have been informed that they wish to teach you how to protect yourself, as well as the proceedings of the Senate, which you must attend.”

“I understand, your Grace. But could you not tell them no?”

The Royal Advisor barked out a short laugh.

“If I may interrupt, your Grace…” The Queen nodded.

He turned towards me. “You do not simply tell the Grand Council ‘no.’ They control all the goings-on in the galaxy. Trust me, they do know what is best.”

Accepting defeat, I turned back to my mother. “When do they plan to arrive, my Queen?”

She hit me back with a dazzling smile. “They should be here before breakfast.”

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“What the hell!” I angrily picked at the skin on my fingers, tearing my right thumb to shreds.

“Careful, my Princess, you will bleed all over your dress-” Issla attempts to grab my thumb, but I turn away.

“Why does my mother think I need outside guidance to become the Queen! Her mother never would have dared bring in outsiders to tell her how to rule her kingdom!”

“Please, quiet your voice,” Issla begged.

“No! I can’t believe she let the Grand Council decide her own daughter’s fate.” I turned around once more and set my sights on the dining room, striding forward. “When those Jedi bastards arrive, I’m going to give them some words to choke-”

Not waiting for the guards at the door to let me in, I pushed the wooden handle forward, rushing into the room, Issla on my tail.

“Darling! Please, come meet the Jedi and his padawan.”

I took in a breath. Standing next to the Queen were two men. Both of them tall, and much younger than I was expecting. We never had Jedi on our planet before. Of course, the Queen had told me stories of them when she went to the Senate, but in her stories, she made them sound rather plain; always guarding the galaxy, following what was asked of them, protecting rulers.

The padawan looked more bored than anything. He kept glancing around the table, at the spread of food that was waiting for us. I could tell that his Jedi master was annoyed with him. He kept his eyes on me as I approached, but placed his arm on his padawan's shoulder to redirect his attention. He held my gaze with a firm yet kind smile, one that showed he meant no harm.

“This is my daughter, the Princess.”

They both bowed slightly, the Jedi more so than his padawan.

“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is my padawan, Anakin Skywalker. My Princess, we look forward to serving you to the best of our abilities.”

I nodded at him, unimpressed. 

“If you wish, we can begin acquainting ourselves and discussing our purpose?” 

The Queen smiled. “Yes! That would be lovely! Let us enjoy breakfast while we talk.”

Anakin seated himself quickly, grabbing at some of the fruit that was closest to him.

“Anakin! I’m sorry, my Grace, my Princess. It seems as though I have neglected to teach him proper manners.” 

The Queen smiles at Obi-Wan. “Not to worry! It has been a long journey. Come, let us eat!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Anakin smirking at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan frowning back.

Perhaps having to be near Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker would prove a more interesting experience than I had thought.

[starakins]

Chapter 5

of metempsychosis

Summary:

“When I was in your mind, there was something curious in there,” Soulix starts, taking another step towards Anakin, “What was this about your not-so-platonic feelings for your Master?”

Anakin would have preferred if someone had shot him with a blaster directly into his heart.

[joecool2002]

i recently discovered star wars/buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction and it’s something i didn’t know i was missing in my life specifically obi wan/buffy is a pairing that works so well