#sith!obi wan kenobi x you

[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

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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. 

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Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi Thots Masterlist

By now, you all can tell that I've been obsessing over Sith Obi-Wan lately. So here's a masterlist of my little thot collection. These are all 18+ smutty fics, no minors allowed. Enjoy!

Sith!Obi-Wan teases you during a meeting

Sith!Obi-Wan takes you shopping for a sexy surprise

Sith!Obi-Wan leaves love marks on you

Sith!Obi-Wan gets woken up with a blow job from you

Sith!Obi-Wan interrogates Rebel you

Sith!Obi-Wan and Mirror Sex

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Do I Know You? - Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Reader {Part. I}

a/n: an alternate universe/timeline!au fic! this is the first part, the second part is in the works!

summary: Where Darth Vader is sent on a mission and finds himself traveling through another timeline and meets another version of you where you aren't dead. part II: Do I Know You? II

"I am going to have a few words with you once I get back Sheev..." Vader thought to himself. His large frame was trapped in a tiny capsule that was rapidly moving downwards onto the surface of Tatooine.

His master had sent him to retrieve the Death Star plans on a rebel ship when all of sudden, the rebels managed to crowd him into this tiny capsule and drop him out of the ship. 

There was a faint beeping heard below him. He looked down at his hand and noticed a device strapped on the back of his hand. Those damn rebels. Vader toyed with the device, hoping to shut off the beeping, but the beeping increased and flashed the words on the device:

Coruscant, 20 BBY 

"Huh?" He thought to himself once again, what could this possibly mean? The light above him began flashing red. Out of the small window of the capsule, the dark space soon turned into a blue clouded sky. The Sith Lord let out a sign of frustration, how the hell did I get into this position?

The capsule came to an abrupt stop when it had landed on the ground, sending the Sith Lord face forward into the door. Vader groaned to himself. The door slid open, revealing a dark alleyway, similar to the alleyways in the Underworld in Coruscant.

Vader walked out of the capsule, turning around to admire the machine that the rebels had managed to squeeze him in. Interesting... The Sith Lord thought to himself before making his way towards the dimly lit streets of Coruscant.

The people off the streets eyed the tall, towering figure as Vader strolled along the sidewalks of the Underworld.

"Do you want to buy some deathsticks?" A Rodian man said as he approached the tall dark figure with death sticks in his hands. To which Vader took a step back and eyed the man.

"No..." He let out, debating on whether to take the deathsticks or not. This day was already terrible as is with how everything had gone.

"Are you sure? You'll have a great time-" Vader raise his hand, force choking the reptilian humanoid.

"I would rather not you pest. Now, you will go home and rethink your life."

"I-I will to go home and rethink my life." The man nodded up and down. Vader released his grasp, allowing the Rodian to scramble away from him.

There was whispering and murmurs from other onlookers, witnessing what the Sith Lord just did.

"Did he just use the force?"

"You saw that right?

"Do you think he's one of those Jedi?"

The Sith Lord looked around the people who backed away from him. Pathetic, he thought. He needed to find Palpatine and tell him that mission was a failure, the rebels had gotten away, and he was unable to get the plans. Meaning, that there will be a severe punishment waiting for him once he returns to his Master.

Vader walked into the nearest club and approached the Twi'lek bartender, hoping to find a speeder or station to get him out of here.

"Where is there nearest station? I need to get to the Emperor. 5127th level." Vader said to Twi'lek man who had just gotten done serving a drink to a customer.

"Emperor? Where on Hoth did you come from? Do you mean the Chancellor?" The man questioned, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

Vader sat in brief silence, thinking to himself, Chancellor? He could have sworn Sheev didn't go by that name anymore.

"Y-Yes, the Chancellor...Do you know where I can find him." Vader finally let out, after moments of awkward silence.

"Well, you won't have much of chance finding her. She's either too busy in her office or helping the people clear the debris that was left from the Clone Wars ever since the previous Chancellor was killed."

"She...? How strange." Vader said to himself. "And remind me, what is the name of the Chancellor is again?"

"Kriff dude, did your head get smack with a bunch of Ewoks throwin' rocks at it?" The man questioned, now cleaning cups with his towel.

Vader sat in silence again, staring down at the man. Debating on whether he should have killed his man sooner, or wait until he got a response. Luckily, he chose the latter.

"Chancellor Y/N L/N is her name. She was the former Senator of Naboo before she was elected right after Chancellor Palpatine's death. There's rumors that she had a fling with a Jedi Knight, by the name of Anakin Skywalker-"

"Tell me. Where is she." Vader said, his tone revealing his impatience.

"Woah woah, don't you want me to finish telling-"

"Where is the nearest station. I will find her myself." He stated.

"O-okay fine. The nearest station is quite a distance. But we do have this old speeder at the back of-"

Before the bartender could finish, Vader had already made his way out of the club and around to the back to the speeder. Chancellor Y/N? It couldn't be possible. You were dead, but he needed to see it for himself.

-

"Your Majesty, do you think-"

"Who cares, she has already told you how she felt-" 

"Oh I wasn't talking to you-"

The doors of my office slide open, revealing Obi-Wan with a tray that had two cups on it. I smiled at him, to which he returned. But that smile soon turned into concern as he looked over at my two handmaidens who were having a little dispute.

"Are they still fighting about it?" Obi-Wan said, approaching me and handing me a cup of warm tea.

"Yes, yes they are." I responded, sipping and savoring the earthy taste of the tea.

"Chancellor! Chancellor!" A voice from outside my office called. I looked up at Obi-Wan who looked down at me. The doors to my office slid open, revealing Cal?

"Cal? What's the matter?" I said, now standing up from my chair and making my way towards him.

"T-There's. there's someone looking for you. We don't know who o-or what their name is." He breathed out, trying to catch his breath. "I'm just gonna take a seat here." before plopping himself on the loveseat.

"Astra, could you grab Cal a glass of water please?" Both my handmaidens stopped their bickering and turned to look at me.

"Y-yes of course your Majesty." Astra bowed, both handmaidens leaving the three of us in my office. I turned back to Cal with concern.

"Cal, take a moment to catch your breath. Now, what is this you heard of someone needing me?" I asked him, taking a seat next to him on the loveseat, my hand resting on his shoulder.

"Of course Chancellor. There are talks in the Underworld, that there is this dark figure, who I think is a force-user, is looking for you... I don't know if he's from another planet or something, but there's something off about that thing." Cal spoke, still breathless from running to get to my office.

"Thing?" I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. I looked up at Obi-Wan who was standing next to Cal, caressing his beard in thought.

"Well, it could be a droid of some sort. The thing sounds mechanical." Cal continued, gnawing at his lips nervously.

"Interesting Cal, do we perhaps have another other information of the individual?" Obi-Wan inquired.

"N-No Master, but I felt this dark energy from him. Almost as if it was evil, pure evil." Cal responded. He pulled out his holoprojector, showing footage of a tall dark mysterious figure force choking an innocent bystander.

Obi-Wan and I looked at each other before looking back at the hologram.

"He doesn't look like he would be friendly. Perhaps we may need to take action and find what this individual wants to do with you." Obi-Wan said, still stroking his beard. I thought to myself. How strange, what could I have possibly done that I was involved with this individual?

"We may need to tighten up security among the people and the rest of the sovereign powers. I don't want to draw too much attention to this. I already have much going on. Perhaps I'll bring this up to the Jedi council tomorrow morning and see what they think." I said sighing to myself, as I walked over to the large window that overlooked beautiful skies of Coruscant.

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, Cal sat there looking between us.

-

The skies of Coruscant were pitch black, but littered with stars in the sky. The Sith Lord arrived at the small landing pad with his airspeeder, just outside of a familiar penthouse. The penthouses and apartments in Coruscant were always open air. Since they were high up in the skies, the only way to get in was with an airspeeder or the elevators to the buildings. So it was fairly easy for Vader to walk into your penthouse without needing to break a sweat.

The Sith Lord made his way into the penthouse. The lights of every room were turned off, except for one. Light faintly emitted from a set of closed doors, assuming that was your room, Vader made a beeline towards your bedroom doors.

Even with his ultraviolet and infrared vision, it was still limited to where Vader missed the Jedi that was hidden behind one of the large pillars of the penthouse.

"You're not welcomed here. You are trespassing a politician's home and I advise you to leave this instant." A familiar voice spoke up.

"I will not leave until I see her, the Chancellor." The Sith Lord turned around, but did not see anyone behind him. Vader turned back around only to be met with Obi-Wan with his hand on the hilt of lightsaber.

"M-Master..." Vader let out, only for Obi-Wan to quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Do we know each other?" Obi-Wan responded, his hand still resting upon his saber.

"Master, it's me... Anakin Skywalker." Vader spoke out to his former Master.

"Foolish nonsense, Anakin Skywalker is dead." Obi-Wan stated.

Both the Sith Lord and Master Jedi eyed each other, waiting on who would make the first move. After moments of deafening silence, Vader took off his helmet. Revealing his burnt, scarred face, and yellow Sith eyes. Obi-Wan watch him in disbelief, taking a step back from the Sith. 

"Obi? Obi-Wan are you there? Who are you talking to in there?" Your voice was muffled on the other side of your door. Anakin's desperate eyes darted over to Obi-Wan and to your door, hoping he'll say something.

"Y-yes Y/N! No worries, it was just a false alarm! It was just a hawk-bat!" Obi-Wan shouted.

"If you say so Obi. I'm heading to bed now!" You shouted in response. The light emitting from your bedroom doors shut off, leaving the entirety of the penthouse dark and only for the Coruscant moonlight to shine through the large windows.

Obi-Wan shook his head and sighed to himself. "You have some nerve for showing up here. And to say that you are Anakin Skywalker? Ludicrous." He spat at Vader.

-

part II: Do I Know You? II

[redroses07]

✮ 𝙊𝙗𝙞 𝙒𝙖𝙣 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘼𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 ✮

[babypinkhearts]

spare me this - anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin skywalker + fem!reader

summary: the council assigns you on a deathly solo mission, forbidding anakin to join you.

warnings: angst (i don’t know what is wrong with me!! i am addicted to writing it now), mentions of injury and death, anakin is so sweet and sosososo in love it’s almost pitiful, fluff

a/n: i feel like i put a part of my soul in this. i feel so drained but finishing this feels SO rewarding. another day for firsts! this is my first time writing for anakin, or anything star wars related :) this has been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS. i figured, while i still feel motivated to write, let me finish this!!! hope you all enjoy <3 i loved writing it

“three days.” you repeated faintly.

you disliked how quiet anakin was at times. it often left you more troubled than relaxed.

you frowned when he didn’t look at you from his stubborn stare at the ceiling. sighing softly, you mimicked his eyes and looked upwards, your neck rested against the headboard of the bed.

“we will come back victorious, and we will be right here. together again.”

the night before your mission’s departure, you slept in anakin’s room. it would have been much easier to ignore him, act like he didn’t exist for a while. the two of you were far too dependent on one another. the love sometimes felt overwhelming.

however, anakin’s fear was far too evident. it was strong - too strong to the point where you genuinely believed someone else could detect it. you decided that if you could soothe his worries, he’d be relieved of his thoughts.

but anakin didn’t speak. he refused, and his body simply forbid him from trying. not a touch or word was directed at you. it had almost been an hour of pure silence.

unbeknownst to you, there was a helpless feeling of uncertainty that anakin could clearly sense from you. that was what was driving him crazy.

bloodshed was a promise, you already knew it. your master had spoken grimly about the mission, and it was anakin who realized - much quicker than you - that this battle would not end seamlessly.

there was a large, if not, inevitable chance of you coming back alarmingly injured.

you were calculated, strong, and reliable. it was you who the council had chosen to lead the mission.

they were selfish, anakin believed.

“obi-wan knows this will kill me.”

anakin bleakly spoke, his voice muffled by the blanket he had brought up to his face. you decided against expressing your surprise to the sound of his voice.

while obi-wan had no idea about the true nature of your relationship with anakin, he was aware that you served as each other’s weaknesses. jedi code called for the banishment of any attachments, though obi-wan knew he himself had begun to break them when he started to form a brotherly bond with his once-padawan. he held no room for judgement.

while you hadn’t spent nearly as much time with him as anakin had, you felt very fond of him. there was a certain soothing atmosphere that only seemed to arrive in his presence.

secretly, obi-wan had pulled you aside mere hours after your mission was announced. his voice was low as he spoke, and he had gently held your arm the entire time.

“you come back within your scheduled arrival, and everything will be fine. i cannot promise you we will be at ease if you take longer.”

and, of course, through unknowing ears this was a simple comment - a statement of encouragement, really. but it was a completely different story when you could see the true intentions in his words.

anakin would not be at ease, is what he had wanted to say.

and obi-wan was right. from the moment you explained your mission to anakin, he had gone silent. you had been in your room, slowly walking in circles as you counted the tasks you were required to fulfill on your journey.

you hadn’t noticed how awfully pale your jedi had become.

now in present, you realized he had never left his stage of shock.

anakin hated this. he hated how guilty he felt for the resentment he had towards your capabilities. you had impressed the council too much, and it had put you in a dangerous position. he hated how careless you tried to sound, and he hated how you only gave the reply of “yes, master” when being told the instructions of your suicide mission. most importantly, he hated how he was forbidden to join you.

“how do i live? how do i function when you could be dead at any moment?”

you froze, eyes widening.

anakin’s words were cold, and you fought the urge to feed into his frighteningly grim thoughts.

pursing your lips briefly, you forced a smile, brushing back his hair from his forehead. anakin was laying on his back, eyes still narrow and focused upwards. you tried to keep the mood light, attempting to add a little amusement to calm the tense atmosphere his question had made.

“we’re both aware i’m capable enough to handle myself. i used to beat you during training, and i saved you from-“

your playful smile faded, and you gave up talking once you realized he had started to look up at you.

anakin knew you were strong. he didn’t need to hear your reassurance, especially when he knew even you were undoubtedly terrified.

for a while, he just stared at you. it wasn’t intimidating - he could never direct an emotion like that at you - but you felt exposed, almost as if you should shield your face.

anakin felt troubled, trying to piece together all his discomforting emotions clearly. to have you so close seemed to be a punishment. you shouldn’t be here. he shouldn’t be seeing the worry in your eyes, or watching the slight furrow of your brows. although, there was something so beautiful about your concern. he wasn’t made to feel these kinds of emotions, especially ones that one mere person could provide.

for a moment, he wished he didn’t know you. selfishly, he knew that would relieve him of the pain.

“anakin,”

his name that only ever sounded right when you said it.

“what’s the matter, ani?”

there were no protests made when you moved closer to him. the security and serenity he felt with your arms around him made it feel impossible to refuse.

anakin trusted you with his life. he’d give you his life in a heartbeat. he’d do anything for you. and yet - why couldn’t you help him believe you would be okay on this mission? it was cruel, picking on his one and only weakness. his heart, which you held so effortlessly. his mind consisted of you, you, you.

with a shaky sigh, he spoke.

“you’re scaring me.” he quietly admitted.

his eyes were glossy, nearing a depressive red. his stare was piercing. you weren’t sure you wanted his attention anymore.

confused, though mostly alarmed, you continued to look back at him. scaring him?

“you think you’re going to die, don’t you?”

your eyes widened, and suddenly you felt very vulnerable being in front of him.

“anakin - what?” you stumbled out, shaking your head in surprise. he couldn’t be serious. you attempted to talk, reassure him that you would be fine, but his gaze was unfocused. he didn’t want to listen to your futile words. anakin knew you better than anyone else.

“please, do not lie to me.” he whispered, and in that particular moment, you had never seen him so small. “spare me that.”

anakin skywalker, the reckless jedi who consistently charmed his way through trouble. someone who was so spontaneous, yet brilliant.

love kept him going. it wasn’t unrequited. he knew that more than anything. love got him up in the morning. love was adrenaline. love was everything and so much more.

he couldn’t bare losing it.

“i-“ you shook your head again, pausing briefly to lay beside him. a hand was placed on his cheek, and you caressed his face gently.

anakin’s eyes closed, and once more he felt a wave of anger pass through him. he hated the council, he hated the jedi. he hated everything to do with this. they were trying to take you from him. your sweet touches, your soft voice, your caring nature. he felt so bitter it hurt.

you pursed your lips, letting a sigh escape you.

“i will tell you this.“ you whispered, cupping a hand around his soft face. “i am scared. i act like i am not because that is what i must do.”

for the past couple of hours, anakin had assumed that hearing you admit your fear out loud would put his mind at ease. maybe, if you admitted you weren’t invincible, he could convince you to take extra care of yourself.

but your words had the opposite effect on him.

you were scared. and he wouldn’t be there to help.

“i cannot promise you i’ll be unscathed, anakin, but i can promise that i will come back to you.”

it took everything in you to not break in front of him.

you forbid him from continuing the conversation further after that.

when the morning you had dreaded arrived, you silently awaited for a signal on your commlink to commence your departure.

you had left anakin, quietly pleading for him to stay optimistic during your absence. he had helped you get dressed. his touch was like a feather, gently escorting you to a hell you could only hope would be generous to you.

weapons were hidden under your robes, as usual. two lightsabers, because you had learned from anakin years ago that an extra could never hurt.

you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt possibly felt guilty.

anakin had trained you, hoping that an increase in your skill would payoff on the battlefield to solely keep you safer when he wasn’t around.

but you had surpassed his expectations. and now, you were in this position.

it had been an honor to be praised so highly. though, you quickly found that, in reality, it was not something to completely look forward to. anakin’s worry being the main reason.

when your commlink finally sounds off, you waste no time in leaving.

three days, you had claimed to anakin.

when you finally return, a week had gone by.

and just like you had repeated to anakin so many times before - you were victorious.

though, not unscathed.

“medical-“ you breathed heavily, your hand glued to your side as you stepped out of your starfighter, your heart pounding in upmost fear as you realized your vision had begun to blur.

you couldn’t tell who grabbed you first. it wasn’t anakin, you knew that by muffled noise of calm reassurance. if anakin were here, he would have the entire building burned to the ground in seconds. if it weren’t for the excruciating pain you felt everywhere, you could have chuckled at the thought.

“requesting medical attention - yes, this is urgent.”

blinking as quickly as you could, which looked evidently labored, you watched as obi-wan spoke through his commlink.

yours had broken days ago, leaving you stranded with no communication. retreating was never an option in your mind, and you stupidly had fought until your mission had succeeded.

the consequences of your actions truly haunted you as you were lifted on to a table, the strong scent of medication telling you that, yes, your wound was as bad as it felt, if not worse.

and finally, the mask put over your mouth lulled you to a more painless state of sleep.

upon the first few seconds of opening your eyes, you tried to immediately close them again.

of course, anakin was right next to you.

you heard him jolt in his seat, repeatedly calling your name as if you would die if he stopped. his voice sounded hoarse. gently, you reached your arms out, silently begging for him to touch you. you needed his embrace. you can not have gone through all this effort for nothing. he was why you had tried so hard to survive. without a word, anakin complied to your silent request. his hands cupped your face, while yours did the same to him.

his chest was shaking with uneven breaths.

“i made it back - just like i said, right?” you spoke quietly, smiling through a wince. joking was never the way to handle serious situations with anakin, but fuck, you really couldn’t handle how broken he looked.

he didn’t smile. he hadn’t taken your eyes off of you, almost as if you would disappear the second he looked away.

“don’t ever do this to me again.”

you quickly stopped speaking at his tone. unstable and hurt. you can’t promise that to anakin. it would be selfish. you help people - your mission had hopefully saved thousands. what is one life to lose if it can save so many more? you’re skilled, why not use your potential for something extraordinary?

“leave the order with me.”

your eyes widen, bigger than you mean them to.

“i-i can’t do that.” you reply immediately, shaking your head in his gentle grasp. leaving the order was nearly unspoken of - all of these years training, dedicating your life - what would it have been for? you can’t leave. people need you - the galaxy needs you.

you would have anakin, but could you live with yourself? all these years, you’ve been taught to be selfless, so why is anakin proposing such an idea?

you’re sure he can see the conflict on your face.

“you almost died.”

his bluntness forces to you remember the stinging pain on your side. you shake your head.

“that’s a part of the job.” you speak firmly. “i would be injured a hundred times over if it meant someone won’t be.”

anakin immediately lets go of your face.

“listen to me,”

it’s nearly a full-body sob, and you watch as he stands straighter, attempting to compose himself.

you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

“you’re hurting me - i don’t care if i’m being selfish! i love you. i love you more than anything, and i know i cannot live without you.”

anakin skywalker’s love for you was almost pitiful. he himself nearly couldn’t stand it. how can one person cause so much heartache? why is it possible to care for someone as much as he does for you? his outburst was childish, and he’s aware. but he needs you to see him, so raw, so authentically. maybe if you could see the pain he was in, you would spare him more easily.

“anakin…” you whispered, so quietly you almost doubted he heard you.

the reality was, you tended to push anakin away. you were hesitant to love him. you felt greedy whenever you allowed yourself to love him so deeply. you were meant to serve others, not have feelings of your own. anakin was your weakness, and that scared you more than anything. if you were going to be powerful enough to save millions, it would be foolish to have a flaw.

but, clearly, anakin didn’t care about weaknesses. he had you, and loved you with open arms, and despite this, he preformed better than you in nearly everything. how does he manage?

“i love you too much.” his voice was defeated, and the anger he had previously held dissipated. “obi-wan saw me sulk after the three days. he stopped me from seeing you when you arrived.”

you nodded slowly. it made sense, you couldn’t imagine the scene that would have occurred if it had been anakin carrying your half-conscious body. anakin skywalker reacted according to his feelings. he was spontaneous.

you sighed quietly.

“i would never leave the order, anakin. i wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” you spoke, and winced as you visibly saw him tense.

you had to be honest with him.

reaching a hand out, you grabbed his, gently interlocking your fingers.

“but, i can promise you that i will never take a mission like that. it was reckless, i know. i’m so sorry.”

he didn’t speak, taking a seat on your bed.

he was unsatisfied, you knew that.

but you couldn’t change the entire trajectory of your life for him just because he worries you’ll get hurt. it would be wrong, and you know, though he won’t say it out loud, anakin agrees with you.

he allows himself to give into desires. it’s not because he feels he’s “deserving” of them, but because it’s something that comes so natural to him. so why must it be wrong to love you?

anakin is confident with your abilities. he knows how strong you are. but it’s second-nature for him to worry. you’re something so precious to him in this world of despair.

so he’ll stay silent and let you do whatever you please. he cannot hold you back, and he’s now painfully aware of it. but, he can help you.

more trainings, better advice, and more time.

you have each other, and he is satisfied with that forever.

[belqva]

₊˚⊹౨ DAYLIGHT (O.W.K.) ৎ ₊˚⊹

warnings: angst. angst. and even more angst because i’m just morbid like that? it takes place post rots / mentions of order 66 if you consider that a warning lol

summary: Two Jedi survivors confront their shared guilt, grief, and unspoken love, finding solace and redemption in each other after ten years of loss and isolation.

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

word count: 3.0k (ooops…)

a/n: first off all I had to get this off my chest even if it flops idc because I literally cannot stop thinking about it and I just need to put it out into the world, so please enjoy as much as I did creating it 🫶🏻 — p.s. there is so much anakin content on here (not that i’m complaining) so some much needed obi-wan appreciation is finally here <333

It had been exactly ten years since that fateful night on Mustafar—the night that shattered the galaxy and left you standing amidst the wreckage of everything you had ever known. The weight of loss had followed you like a shadow ever since, but even now, after a decade, the grief felt as fresh as the day it had all come crashing down.

The Republic had fallen. The Jedi had fallen. You had fallen.

As a Jedi Knight, you had once fought beside Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, brothers-in-arms during the Clone Wars. But more than that, you had known them as friends, as family. You had shared countless missions, stood side by side in battle, trusted each other with your lives. There was always a bond between you and Obi-Wan, something deeper than the friendship you both acknowledged—a connection that remained unspoken, held back by the Jedi Code. You had fought beside him for years, and through it all, you had felt something more than just camaraderie.

But when the war ended in tragedy, that unspoken connection had been buried beneath the ashes of the galaxy. Padmé Amidala was dead, Anakin had become Darth Vader, and Obi-Wan had disappeared. The Jedi were hunted, executed, and scattered to the far corners of the galaxy.

You were lucky. When Order 66 was given, you were on a neutral planet far in the Outer Rim, away from the battlefield. There were no clone troopers, no soldiers to execute the terrible command. But as the news of the Jedi massacre spread, you ran. You shut yourself off from the Force, hiding it deep within you, trying to suppress the very thing that had been your life.

And for what? The galaxy had become a graveyard for those who believed in hope.

You had fled to Alderaan, the only place you could think of, seeking refuge with Bail Organa, a man you had trusted throughout the war. He had welcomed you without question, and when you learned the full truth—of Anakin’s fall, of Padmé’s death, of the birth of the twins—it had shattered what remained of your spirit. You saw Leia for the first time then, a tiny baby, unaware of the weight her existence carried. The sight of her had brought you to tears, her innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded her birth.

And it was there that you learned the impossible. Obi-Wan was alive. But he had gone into hiding, retreating to a desolate world, unreachable, untouchable. Bail wouldn’t tell you where. He couldn’t. Perhaps Obi-Wan believed you were dead, like the others.

That thought weighed heavily on your mind for years. Every night, it haunted you—what had become of him? Was he truly gone, lost to the same despair that had consumed so many others?

For a decade, you stayed on Alderaan, trying to build a life in the ruins of your past. But the Force, which had once been a comfort, now felt like a burden you couldn’t bear. You severed yourself from it, and in doing so, lost a part of who you were. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and soon ten years had passed. Watching Leia grow, watching the galaxy continue without you, made you feel like a relic from another time. Everyone else had moved on, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let go.

And so, you made a decision. You couldn’t continue like this. The weight of the past was suffocating, and there was only one person in the galaxy who could understand—only one person who might still carry the same scars you did.

You didn’t tell Bail when you left. You couldn’t. You just packed what little you needed, including your lightsaber—though it felt strange to carry it after so many years—and set off for Tatooine. It was the only place that made sense. The place where it had all begun. The place where you might find the one person who still gave you hope.

When you arrived on the barren, desert planet, the twin suns beating down mercilessly, you felt the desolation sink into your bones. Tatooine was a world of sand and silence, and it reflected the emptiness you had felt for years. You asked around discreetly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. The locals were suspicious of outsiders, and the planet was far from safe. But after days of searching, you heard rumors of a strange man who lived far from the towns, a man who kept to himself and only came into town for work.

It had to be him.

With nothing but a tattered cloak and your old, worn-out boots, you set off on foot into the desert. The journey was grueling, the heat unbearable, but you pressed on, driven by something deeper than determination. It took two days of walking, resting only when you could no longer move, but finally, you reached the place the locals had spoken of—a small, stone cave nestled into the cliffs, almost invisible in the harsh light of the suns.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached. The cave looked abandoned, but something inside you—some instinct or long-buried connection—told you otherwise. You felt it, deep down. You didn’t need the Force to know. He was there.

As you drew closer, a voice called out, sharp and commanding. “Visitors are not welcome here! Go away!”

That voice. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. It was older, wearier, but it was unmistakably him. After so many years of silence, hearing his voice was like a punch to the gut. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you almost collapsed from the sheer emotion of it.

“Is this how you welcome an old friend?” you called back, your voice trembling with emotion. A broken laugh escaped you as tears streamed down your cheeks.

There was a long pause. Then, from the shadows of the cave, a figure emerged. Slowly, he stepped into the light, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Obi-Wan.

But this was not the man you had once known. The years had aged him in ways you couldn’t have imagined. His face was lined with deep creases of sorrow and exhaustion, his once-vibrant hair now streaked with gray. His clothes were rough, worn, nothing like the robes of the Jedi you remembered. He looked like a man who had lived ten lifetimes in the span of a decade.

But it was his eyes that caught you. They were filled with shock, with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were standing there before him.

“I thought you were dead,” he whispered, his voice raw, the words barely more than a breath.

You nearly broke at the sound of those words. You had imagined so many scenarios, but hearing the pain in his voice was unbearable. “No, Obi-Wan,” you said, stepping closer, your voice trembling. “I’m alive. I made it. We both made it.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to convince himself that you were real. And then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if he might never let go. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, but you didn’t care. You buried your face in his shoulder, clutching at him as if he were the only thing keeping you anchored to the galaxy.

For the first time in ten years, you felt whole.

His grip on you tightened, and you felt his fingers thread through your hair, as if he were afraid you might vanish. You held on just as fiercely, your fingers clutching the fabric of his worn cloak, afraid that if you let go, this moment would slip away like a dream.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands still gripping his arms. “Obi-Wan, it’s not your fault. None of it.”

He shook his head, his expression pained. “I failed. We both did.”

“No,” you said firmly. “We survived. And that’s enough.”

The weight of his words hung between you like a heavy cloud, but you refused to let them pull you down. You had both been living with this burden for so long, but now—standing here, in each other’s presence—it was different. There was a sense of shared pain, shared guilt, but also the faintest glimmer of something else. Hope.

Obi-Wan finally released you, stepping back just slightly, though his hand lingered on your arm as if he was still afraid you might disappear.

“You… You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, his voice shaky. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “I couldn’t stay on Alderaan. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening. “But you were safe there. Away from all of this.”

“Safe?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “I haven’t felt safe in ten years, Obi-Wan. Not since… not since that day.”

At that, he flinched, his eyes closing for a brief moment, as though the memory of Mustafar, of Anakin’s fall, was still as fresh for him as it was for you.

“We’ve both lost everything,” you continued, your voice cracking. “Everything we believed in. Everyone we cared about. But we’re still here, Obi-Wan. Somehow, we’re still here.

He opened his eyes again, looking at you with a mixture of sadness and something deeper—something that had always been there, just beneath the surface.

“And what good has it done?” he asked quietly. “We’ve survived, yes, but at what cost? The galaxy has fallen into darkness. The Jedi are gone. Anakin…” His voice broke at the mention of his former apprentice, and he turned away, his shoulders tense with the weight of it all.

You stepped closer, placing a hand gently on his arm. “It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, knowing full well how hollow those words sounded, knowing that he had probably told himself the same thing countless times and failed to believe it. “You did everything you could.”

He didn’t respond at first. He just stood there, his eyes fixed on some distant point in the desert, lost in memories you couldn’t touch. But then, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, his voice barely audible.

“I trained him,” he said, his words laced with bitterness and regret. “I watched him grow. I should have seen the signs. I should have stopped him before…”

“You couldn’t have known,” you said firmly. “None of us could have.”

But he shook his head, his expression tortured. “I should have. I should have been better.”

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that he was wrong, that he had been the best mentor, the best Jedi anyone could ask for. But you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. Obi-Wan had always carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, even when it wasn’t his to bear. It was part of who he was.

Instead, you reached out and gently took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. He looked down at the gesture, his brow furrowing slightly, as though the simple act of human connection was something foreign to him now.

“We can’t change the past,” you said softly. “But we’re not alone. Not anymore.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. But then, slowly, almost reluctantly, he squeezed your hand in return. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make your heart ache.

After a few moments of silence, you both sat down on the rocky ground outside the cave, the twin suns dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desert. The air was cooling now, and the stars were beginning to emerge, scattered like pinpricks of light across the darkening sky.

You sat close to each other, your shoulders almost touching, the quiet between you filled with unspoken words. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was enough just to be here, together, after so many years of isolation and pain.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I spent so long wondering.. just thinking about you. If you were suffering just like me.”

“I thought about you too,” Obi-Wan admitted, his voice soft. “Every day.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his words. He met your gaze, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in years—a flicker of vulnerability, of the man he used to be before the weight of the galaxy crushed him.

“I thought you were dead,” he confessed, his voice cracking slightly. “After the Purge, I thought… I thought I’d lost you, too. Like everyone else.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. You had imagined so many scenarios over the years, but hearing the pain in his voice, knowing that he had thought you were gone, was almost too much to bear.

“I’m here,” you said softly, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. “I’m here, Obi-Wan.”

For a moment, he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as if he were savoring the simple warmth of human contact. But then, just as quickly, he pulled away, the walls he had built around himself slamming back into place.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said again, his voice harsher this time, though you could hear the conflict in his tone. “It’s not safe. For either of us.”

“I don’t care about safety,” you replied, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill over. “I care about you.”

He shook his head, standing up abruptly and walking a few paces away, his back to you. “This isn’t your fight anymore, Y/N. You don’t owe me anything.”

You stood up as well, anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. “How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through, how can you stand there and tell me that I don’t owe you anything?”

He didn’t turn around, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Because I don’t deserve it,” he said, his voice low, almost broken. “I don’t deserve your loyalty, or your friendship, or… or anything.”

You took a step toward him, your heart aching at the pain in his words. “Obi-Wan,” you said softly, “you’ve always been too hard on yourself. You’ve always carried the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders, and it’s killing you.”

He turned around then, his blue eyes filled with a storm of emotions—pain, guilt, fear, and something else, something that had always been there between you but had never been spoken aloud.

“I don’t know how to carry it anymore,” he whispered, his voice raw and vulnerable. “I don’t know how to keep going.”

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, reaching out to gently cup his face in your hands. “Then let me carry it with you,” you whispered. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes searching your face as if he were trying to find something—an answer, a reason, a way forward. And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“You were always stronger than me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled through your tears, your heart breaking and mending all at once. “We were always stronger together,” you said softly.

And then, finally, the walls came down.

“I will love in every galaxy,” you began, your voice trembling but sure. "In every universe that ever was or will be. In every lifetime we are destined to live. Even when the stars lose their way and disappear from the sky, when the oceans turn to dust, and the mountains bow to time— still, I will choose you. Even if you are but a hollow echo of the person you once were, a shadow of all that you used to be, I will see you, the heart of you, the soul of you, and love you with all that I am, with all that I will ever be. I will love you with a fire that burns through eternity. Until my last breath, and beyond that, when I become one with the stars, the winds, the very Force— evn then, my spirit will find yours, and I will love you in silence, in whispers carried on the edge of the cosmos. My existence is bound to yours, an eternal thread that stretches across time and space, every part of me yearns for you, craves to hold you close, and I won't let you slip away— not this time, not again. For no distance, no universe, no lifetime could keep me from you. I will love you, even when you don't believe in love, even when you forget how to love yourself. My heart is yours, wholly, eternally, unshakably.”

As the words poured from your heart, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, his hands trembling as they gripped your waist. You felt the years of pain, of loneliness, of guilt melt away between you. You could feel the force of his emotions, raw and unfiltered, as if he had been holding them back for so long that now, in your presence, they couldn’t be contained anymore.

And when you finished, when the last of your confession hung in the air like a promise carved into the stars, he finally broke. He kissed you with a desperation that spoke of years of longing, of words left unspoken, of feelings buried too deep for too long.

In that moment, under the vast, starlit sky, there were no Jedi, no Sith, no war, no galaxy. There was just you and him—two souls who had found each other again after being lost for so long.

And in that moment, that was enough.

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[the-crooked-library]

so i'm facing a Sith in a deadly duel - and as my final blow, i slice him in half. surely he will not survive this, get robot legs, and fixate obsessively on me for the foreseeable future, pursuing me across the galaxy on his vaguely homoerotic quest for revenge.

it would be weird if it happened twice, i mean, really

[sollis-occasum]

there is a light that never goes out - anakin x queen!reader x sith!obi-wan (part 1 of 5)

summary: When your first love, Obi-Wan Kenobi, gave in to the temptations of the dark side and joined the Sith Order, you thought there was no hope for your people. However, a message from a friend you thought was dead would reignite the fire of rebellion in your heart.

warnings: angst, no use of y/n, unrequited love, blood, mentions of execution, mentions of death, mentions of biological weapons, reader is a corrupt politician (actually this is a little bit complicated)

word count: 4.2k

a/n: My story takes place in an alternative universe where Obi-Wan has turned to the dark side and Anakin has formed a resistance with the Jedi who survived Order 66 (I know Obi is a comfort character for most of us but sith!obi-wan is too attractive to not write about. What can i do? I'm just a girl) He will be in story in part 2. Also, as i said before, English is not my first language. I'm sure i made many mistakes. I hope you don't mind guys. I love you ♡

If there was one thing your people and your friends in the Imperial Senate knew for sure about you, it was that you had no intention of wasting your precious time rebelling against Lord Sidious, perhaps the most evil being the galaxy had seen in thousands of years.

Of course, it wasn’t because you had sympathy for the ugly old man or supported his fascist ideas that favored the human race. In fact, even during those unfortunate times when thousands of senators from all over the galaxy were ready to worship the Chancellor and the Separatists were on the rise, you were secretly proud of yourself for not falling under his influence—something you would rather attribute to your own intelligence than to the other senators being fools blinded by their lust for power.

Yes, deep down you didn’t recognize Palpatine’s empire and still held onto your loyalty to the Republic, but in your situation it didn’t matter. As a queen, you were one of the best at understanding how dangerous a game politics is, and you played by the rules for the good of your people. Up until that day, you had given the Emperor everything he asked of you without even bargaining. You had allowed him to change your government and install his own men, accepting the heavy taxes he demanded, and allowing him to build the weapons factories and experimental laboratories he wanted, even if it meant destroying the entire ecosystem of your planet. You had made all the sacrifices expected of you, until there was nothing left to sacrifice.

You knew that when your people looked at you, they saw not their beloved queen but one of Palpatine's puppets. To them, you were nothing more than a traitor who had betrayed the great royal family and the glorious history of your planet for thousands of years. You ignored the misery of your people in order to protect your crown and continued your luxurious life in your palace.

If only they knew how wrong they were...

You never had the courage to oppose the emperor until that day because you knew what fate awaited the people who opposed Palpatine's rule. You had seen systems falling apart, planets being invaded, and senators being executed mercilessly in front of their people. You couldn't let the people under your protection face this fate! The Emperor might have carelessly destroyed everything beautiful on your planet, but he wouldn't be able to destroy your people.

For this purpose, you would play the role of the corrupted politician your people had assigned to you in the most professional way, and you would make all the sacrifices you had to make to protect your people from Lord Sidioud's wrath until the end of your life. You didn't have the luxury of playing revolutionist. At least, that was what you believed to be right at the time.

However, in dark times, people change, and so do beliefs. A message sent to you by someone you least expected, at a time you least expected, had also initiated this change.

Using the information in the message secretly delivered to you by an old and neglected droid, whichg you had no idea how he had entered your palace, you managed to open a communication channel, allowing a hologram very close to a human size to appear in front of you.

The man had wavy hair that almost reached his shoulders, and his shoulders were slumped as if he were crushed under the weight of carrying the responsibility of the entire galaxy. He was wearing an old cloak with blood stains on it. The parts of his body that you could see were also covered in blood and wounds. He stood determined and upright, but there were traces in his eyes that even the static hologram image could not hide. Traces of sadness and despair. The owner of this hologram was someone you knew very well: The man in front of you was your old friend Anakin Skywalker.

Thank God, the droid resisted opening the message on the holoprojector in your throne room. Otherwise, you had no idea how you would explain this reaction to those around you. You started to walk back slowly, as if there was an assassin ready to kill you, not a hologram in front of you, and eventually you tripped and fell in your seat. Even though you covered your mouth with your hand in terror, your eyes could not hide your fear and surprise. You took deep breaths as if they could comfort you, but no matter what you did, you could not slow down your rapidly beating heart.

"But how is that possible?" you muttered in a voice you could barely hear. "That's impossible! You-you were dead, Anakin. Obi-Wan killed you."

Anakin, who somehow managed to hear you, smiled sadly and protested, "No, your majesty." "As you can see, I'm still alive. I would love to tell you about my experiences, but..."

"Shut up!" you shouted with a deep anger that came from deep within you to stop the man in front of you. Deep down you knew you were being irrational, but wasn't this situation you were in already irrational enough? Besides, the fact that an old friend you had been mourning for years suddenly appeared before you as if nothing had happened should have given you the right to act however you wanted, at least for a short while.

"Shut up! You can't be real. I know that the real Anakin Skywalker was killed by Obi-Wan Kenobi on Mustafar. Padme Amidala couldn't have lied to me! Who are you and how dare you use Ani to play such a vile trick on me?"

Anakin opened his mouth to explain himself to you again, but you raised your hand to stop him. A light flickered in your eyes as if you had solved a great mystery.

“Of course,” you said sarcastically. “Who else but Palpatine would dare do such a thing? You are one of his men. This droid must belong to the Empire. How could I not have thought of that?”

You ignored the desperate sounds of the ambassador droid and Anakin’s objections as you walked towards your desk to grab the small blaster from the drawer.

“That old man knew I would accept the agreement he wanted anyway. Did he really need to play such a dirty trick on me? Besides, what did he think he was going to achieve by doing this? That I would give him everything he wanted without even holding a meeting? Couldn’t he have sent one of his incompetent ambassadors who is just as ugly as he is?”

You quickly turned the gun on the droid. The small, metal astromech tried to move back and forth in fear, but it couldn’t get very far from where it was, partly because of the hologram’s loyalty to its owner and partly because the metal parts that made it move had rusted.

You turned to the hologram one last time and said in a language unbecoming of a queen, “Now fuck off and tell your owner that I will accept the deal he is offering and that he doesn’t need to play such cheap games because when I am done with him, your stupid droid will not be able to do it.”

The astromech started to make hissing sounds of protest again, and Anakin’s voice joined his. He raised his hand as if he could stop you from where he was and shouted, “Don’t you dare do that.” There was no trace of the respect in his voice when you first started talking. “This is my only chance to talk to you. If you shoot the droid, it’s all over. And for God’s sake, are you so blind that you can’t even recognize Artoo?”

You looked at the astromech again with a jerk. You hadn't lowered your weapon yet, but it was a fact that the hologram's mention of Artoo aroused suspicion in your mind. Yes, you could tell with a single glance that the droid in front of you belonged to one of the older models of the R series, and its advanced intelligence, the sounds it made, and its hasty attitude were also the same as Artoo's. But how could you be sure that this droid, whose paint had peeled off, was not oiled, and was damaged in many places, belonged to your old friend? You turned your gaze to Anakin with an irritated expression.

"I have no reason to believe that this droid is Artoo. It could be any model of the R series. And let me tell you right now that you know about Artoo's existence doesn't mean anything to me. Your owner's pet Obi-Wan Kenobi may have also told you about Anakin's astromech."

Artoo let out a sad hiss as Anakin began to angrily ruffle his hair with his non-mechanical hand. "Is he my owner?" he asked, disgust evident in his voice. "Is Palpatine my owner? Don't you dare say that again. That scumbag is nothing to me. How can you think I'm working for him when I've lost everything and everyone I care about because of him!"

"Then prove it!" you cried. You could feel the anger and pain beginning to consume you. "I beg you," you muttered quietly as you sank to the ground in front of the holoprojector. "I'm not asking for you to give me a reason, I'm begging you to give me a reason." Maybe you needed to believe more than he needed to be believed.

"Convince me that Anakin Skywalker is still alive."

You could see Anakin smiling at you, though it was blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes. It was a warm, affectionate smile that he rarely showed to anyone, perhaps even a little embarrassed.

He moved slowly and cautiously, as if you were a wounded convor who would run away if he frightened her. He reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a delicate bracelet with a round, shiny stone in the center. Even the fact that it was reflected in a poorly-made hologram didn’t stop you from recognizing it at first sight.

“Do you remember this?” Anakin asked softly. “You gave me this bracelet ten years ago, on the edge of the Nara swamp. It was my last day before i left your planet, and we got into a fight over some stupid reason I can’t remember now. I think it was something about Aiwha rights. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying Aiwha rights are stupid, I’m just saying it was stupid that we got into a fight over this on our last day.”

Even though you were in a crappy situation, you couldn’t help but curl your lips. You had always been very sensitive about the rights of non-sapient species (Tusken raiders were not among them, of course; they were a whole other story), and you found it funny that the man who was talking was afraid to upset you even after all these years. The times when you fought with all your might to defend the rights of other living beings seemed so distant to you. Especially now that you can barely protect the rights of your own people.

"You were so angry with me that I thought you wouldn't come to say goodbye before I returned to Crouscant, but you sent a note to me with help of Artoo asking us to meet at the edge of the Nara Swamp. You didn't want anyone to know about this meeting."

Artoo made a noise of agreement, glad that his part in the story hadn't been left out. Everything the man who claimed to be Anakin had told you so far was true, and the bracelet he showed was a great proof. You knew that your heart was starting to believe him, even if your brain resisted it, but you didn't let your guard down. Because if the man in front of you was really a liar, you knew that your heart would be shattered again and this time, unlike what you did in the past, you wouldn't be able to put the broken pieces back together. "Go ahead," you said coldly.

"We met at the place you wanted just before sunrise. At first, you were very quiet, no matter what I said, I couldn't convince you to talk. Then you suddenly started crying. In fact, I gave you the nickname softy back then. To be honest, even today, when the entire galaxy calls you queen and bows down to you, I'm proud to be the only one who can mock you like that. Anyway... Even though it had been a month since we met, that was the first time you told me about your past. You told me that you weren't very close with your family, that you were always taken care of by the maids and nannies in the palace, that you didn't have any friends growing up. You told me that I was your first and only friend, that no one could understand you like I did, and you asked me not to go, that I should stay on your planet with you."

"But you still left." you said in a low voice. While Anakin was verbally explaining, you were so immersed in replaying that memory in your mind that you hadn’t realized that by addressing him as “you,” you were indirectly acknowledging that he was Anakin Skywalker. “You knew I had to go,” he said with a sad smile, thinking of both of you, those two innocent children who were unaware of their unfortunate and painful future at the time.

"When I told you that I belonged in the Jedi Temple, and that I had to go, you asked me for a favor."

He took the bracelet in his hand and squeezed it as if he were drawing strength from it. "You asked me to come find you and give you this bracelet if you ever ascended to the throne and become one of those stupid, self-centered, incompetent politicians. You said it meant a lot to you and would bring you back to your senses."

The bracelet in Anakin's hands was truly precious to you because, ironically, there was nothing else that made it valuable. When expressed this way, it might seem contradictory, even a little absurd, but it had a very meaningful story for you. When you were only 15, when your people saw you not as a traitor but as their beautiful and elegant princess, you had left the palace to greet your people and tried to blend in with them as if you were a common citizen and not a member of the royal family. While you were deep in conversation with a little boy about his favorite snack, an old and poor woman had timidly approached you and tentatively handed you the bracelet. According to what she told you, the woman made her living by selling jewelry in her small shop, and the bracelet was the most expensive and valuable thing in that dilapidated shop.

"Even if it's not worthy of you, please take this, my noble princess," the woman said with an embarrassed face as if she had said something very rude. "I don't mean to disrespect you by giving you such a cheap bracelet, but it is the most valuable thing I have. I am a person who is devoted to the royal family with all my heart. You have no idea how honored i would be if you accept this little gift of mine and wear it."

To be honest, even the barrette in your poorest maid's hair was more expensive than that bracelet. It was not your style at all, and it didn't even match your clothes.

But that day, in front of that old shop, you had taken that bracelet from her wrinkled hands, put it on, and never taken it off until the day you gave it to Anakin. That bracelet was more than just a piece of chain and a small stone to you. That was a symbol of your loyalty to your people. One day, when you inherited the throne from your father, you would protect everyone who was disadvantaged, find a way to end income inequality. Now, those dreams you had as a little girl made you laugh.

You may not have been able to bring justice to your people, but you had managed to become the most hated member of the royal family in the thousands of years of your planet's history. Well, that was something, wasn't it? At least you knew that one day your name would not be buried in the dusty pages of history, but would continue to be in the history books for years to come. Even if you were to be remembered as a failed leader and a traitor...

You were so lost in memories of the distant past and self-criticism that it took Anakin's cough to bring you back to your senses. You didn't have to be a Jedi to know that he was getting impatient.

"From what I've heard, it's time to return this bracelet to you, but that's beside the point. Now, if I've convinced you that I'm Anakin Skywalker, can I get to the point?"

How could he dare to come back after all these years and criticize how you governed your people as if nothing had happened? On the other hand, speaking without thinking was so typical of Anakin that you couldn't even get angry. You shrugged your shoulders irritably.

"I can't say I believe it, but I decided to at least listen to what you have to say before I smash your droid. If you want to convince me, you have to explain where have you been and what have you been doing all these years. Padme told me before she was executed that you were killed by Obi-Wan Kenobi on Mustafar. If you were alive, why didn't you come to me all these years? Why didn't you let me help you?"

Actually, there were hundreds of things you wanted to ask. You wanted to know where he has been all this time, how he escaped from the Imperial soldiers, what did he do in order to survive? But you couldn’t do it because your voice had started to tremble. It was like that whenever you mentioned him. Your throat would tighten and your voice would shake. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the once Jedi Master and the ruthless Sith Lord of your time, or Darth Whatever. You couldn’t bear to say that dirty name given to him by the Emperor, or even think about it. The years had taught you to get used to everything, but you couldn’t get used to his new identity. He was the man who had once taught you love, mercy, and compassion. He was your first love and your first heartbreak. How could he have turned into such a hateful, savage beast? How could that wise man accept being Palpatine’s puppet?

After a few seconds of silence, Anakin spoke up again. “It’s actually a little hard to explain.” You could see he was having a hard time remembering and recounting the past. But you didn’t stop him. You wanted answers to your questions, and you were going to get them. Right away.

“It’s true that Obi-Wan and I fought a duel at Musatafar, and I lost. But contrary to what my former master thought, I didn’t die there. Padme saved me shortly before she was executed.” He pulled up the pants under his cloak to reveal his mechanical leg. “Here’s a souvenir from that duel. After being treated by Senator Organa’s personal doctors on Alderaan, I traveled to a planet I won’t name for security reasons, and met up with some allies I won’t name.”

“You’re turning into a droid, huh?” you asked, pointing to his leg. Even though there was sarcasm in your voice, your expression couldn't hide your true feelings. “You’ve always loved them.” You knew what he was talking about was extremely serious and traumatic, but you had to say something right then, and that was the first thing that came to mind, no matter how meaningless. And Artoo had made a more lively sound than he had since he had come to you. You had no idea what the little astromech had understood from what you had said, but he was clearly excited to imagine his master as a droid.

Anakin rolled his eyes, "How funny," he said, but you noticed that he was smiling.

"So why did you reach out to me now, Anakin, after all these years of disappearing? What do you want from me?"

"I haven't reached out to you all this time because I've seen the sacrifices you've made to protect your people. I know what Obi-Wan did to those he thought were organizing against Palpatine. And I learned from Senator Organa back then that the emperor was watching your every move. Knowing I was alive would bring nothing but destruction to you and your people. Frankly, I wouldn't be reaching out to you today if I didn't need your help so badly. One of our friends who has managed to infiltrate the Imperial engineers recently gave us some information that Palpatine is making moves to build a new weapon."

"A weapon? Is he trying to build a new one, as if he doesn't already have every weapon in the galaxy?"

"This is a different kind of weapon. Palpatine plans to use a parasite that lives on your planet and secretes its toxic substances to create a bioweapon. It's also much more deadly than any other bioweapon he has. By our calculations, just 10 grams of it released into the air would be enough to kill 2 million people, and up to 5 million for some life forms."

You put your hands to your mouth in horror. You could imagine what it would mean for Palpatine to have such a deadly weapon of mass destruction. And was he going to do it on your planet, using your resources? "B-but how is that possible?" you asked Anakin. "If something like that happened, i would definitely hear about it..."

Your words were cut short by the sudden realization. "Of course..." you mumbled to yourself. "How could I not have figured this out until now?" You were just beginning to understand why Palpatine was so insistent on setting up a lab on your planet. You were already aware that you didn't have the most reliable intelligence team in the galaxy, but you were trying very hard not to go and punch them all. How could they not have known about this beforehand and warned you? And you were angry with yourself. After being deceived and betrayed by Palpatine so many times, how could you have believed that the lab he had set up was for medical purposes? “Good God,” you said, as if seeking strength. Because only divine power could make you endure the horror of what you were hearing.

You turned to the droid next to you with a sudden decision. You would have plenty of time to be angry with yourself and the people under your command later. But right now, you had to be strong and find a solution as soon as possible. Just like a queen. "You have the coordinates to Anakin's location, don't you, Artoo?"

The astromech confirmed you with you. "Give them to me right away. I have to go to Anakin."

Your old friend raised his hand and reached for you as if he could stop you, but the hologram passed through your body. "Don't do something stupid like that," he objected. "If you get caught, they'll kill you."

"Then I won't get caught." you said with great determination. "I can't leave you there like that, Anakin. Besides, I don't think you're in a position to object to me. Your whole body is covered in blood."

"It's not my blood, actually."

"If you think that makes me feel better, Anakin, I'm sorry, but you're very wrong."

You slowly reached out to Anakin's face. This move had done nothing but scatter the hologram, but your emotions were so intense that you wanted to reach even his reflection.

"Wait for me, Anakin."

After you turned off the holoprojector, you called one of your loyal servants over and asked her to prepare your ship. "Make sure to oil this droid," you added as you lovingly patted Artoo's head. "You have no idea how smart and special this little one is."

This was the message that lit a light in your heart 3 years ago, giving you hope that everything would change. Your old friend might have reached out to you for help. But he was the one who helped you by putting the broken pieces of your heart back together. Fate had brought you and Anakin Skywalker together once more, never to be separated again..

tags: @circe143 @snowtargaryen

[im-poe-dameron]

restless & reckless love

a/n: this is a small drabble i threw together because i wanted to participate in the @sithobiwanevent! i saw the prompt list and knew that a few of them had my attention immediately. they aren't going to be intensely long fics, but nontheless i had quite a bit of fun getting to delve into a version of obi-wan i hope to write more about soon. a massive thank you to @karasong who was my writing buddy for these fics!

sith!obi-wan events: disheveled obi-wan

summary: the death of obi-wan kenobi occurred on mustafar near ten years ago. giving birth to the sith you watched train with a reckless passion that should have terrified you.

word count: 2k

pairing: sith!obi-wan kenobi x sith!reader

warnings: not explicit, disheveled and slightly feral obi-wan, grief, angst, anakin's death, he suffers from ptsd, choking, passionate kissing.

Energy crackled in the air like sparks from a wildfire that held no intention of being tamed. You felt him before you entered the clearing. The night air lay upon your cloaked figure with a thickness that left you gasping for air. Humidity wasn't your fondest type of weather, yet the planet seemed to thrive off the warm air—even as it choked you mercilessly.

The familiar glow of red illuminated the darkened space; his body lithe and quick with each practiced step. A dance you'd grown fond of watching each night before you were confined to your separate bunks. Whether he knew you stood in the shadows—eyes fixed on the sweat that glistened off his body—or remained oblivious to your ogling, made no difference.

He still clung to you without knowing.

Buried himself in your chest with each swipe of his lightsaber; teeth bared as a nonexistent fight played out in his mind. A battle he'd yet to explain to you.

The grief in his eyes wasn't in part to the yellow iris that flashed with a depth you'd never before witnessed in another of your kind. This was horrific pain. A break that split him down the center, crushing the Jedi that once existed in the realms of his mind.

Before he took on the name of Darth, the role befit for a king, he was one of the greats. Legends were told of his ferocity, of his strength. You'd heard a few yourself on nights when the alcohol ran a bit too strong and his lips grew lax; the lazy grin he wore feeding your borderline obsession with each aspect of his beauty.

You knew Obi-Wan Kenobi through words only.

The man who stood alone, battling demons he'd yet to explain to you, was not him.

A snarl ripped from his throat, blade slicing the ground as he swung it with a spin��his black robes gliding along the floor and kicking up dust. His hair was a mess atop his head. Stuck to his forehead as he fought the villain with no name. An antagonist of his past that rose up in the back of his mind and made him reckless.

Yet you knew the name with a clarity that shocked you. After months spent on the ground, you heard his screams in the middle of the night. The nightmares that only fueled his anger.

Anakin.

He begged for forgiveness for the death of a man you assumed to be his brother. A man who no matter how hard you searched...never seemed to exist at all. He remained a part of the past. Lost in the darkness of a Sith who already gave too much. Who had nothing left for you to take. He remained shattered beyond repair—a broken man who wasn't worth saving.

You supposed that's where he was mistaken.

Saving him was never part of your agenda. You didn't wish to put his pieces back together. Not when they forged the power that ran through his veins; the strength you felt singe the air around you in strength you could only dream of holding. You were kindred souls lost to a path of darkness that beckoned you forward with awaiting arms.

Two unkind souls who were twisted up and bent past the point of salvaging.

Two hearts that beat an unsteady rhythm. Yet together formed something whole.

A raw look of unhinged greed crossed his face, flashing in his eyes as he finally met your unwavering gaze. Something flickered in the air between you. A whip finally brought down to crack against the solid ground below. You felt it rupture in your chest; smothering any doubts that lingered below the surface of who you belonged to.

Who you would be sharing your night with.

"Hiding isn't what I expected of you," he spoke, voice hoarse and low.

You barely caught it through the murky air—your ears strained. When the words settled in your chest, you felt the flip of your heart beneath the layers of fabric. There was no need for him to raise his voice when you stood mere feet away. A soft caress only gifted to you in times he felt the darkness begin to wane on his soul; the spark of light resurfacing after so long.

Drowning it never helped when it once poured out of his soul. He could submerge it day in and day out, but the fact still remained that he would have to choose the darkness. He'd have to battle to keep it in his heart the longer time went on.

Most Jedi gave in with ease. You know you did. But you supposed that's what made him so different.

Obi-Wan Kenobi still remained, screaming for a way out, as the Sith that stood in his place locked him away.

"You looked as if you wanted to be alone."

He ran a hand through his hair, chest heaving as he struggled to maintain the composure that usually came so naturally. By far he remained the most collected Sith you would ever see. How he handled himself—understanding what his limits were—became a source of knowledge for you to feed off of.

Somehow he was able to use the teaching of the Jedi and form his new belief around it. You wondered if you'd ever get to witness him like this. Disheveled, creeping along the edge of unhinging his sanity entirely. His face remained a mask of control. However, his eyes told a different story entirely.

They flashed with a fury you felt bleed into the air—seeping into your skin and agitating the anger you fought to keep at bay. Whether he remained aware of his affect on your mind continued to be a mystery. The walls of his fortress—his thoughts and emotions—was built so tall you held no hope in climbing over. Which left you with only one singular option.

Asking him to tell you.

"I rarely wish to be alone when it comes to you darling."

The name settled in your heart with a whisper of power. A promise yet to be fulfilled, but one you knew would come with time. The both of you were aware of where this kinship would lead. Where the path lay carved in stone ahead of you.

As it was written in the Force.

So it would be done.

"Why don't you speak about him?" you asked, cautiously entering the area—wary of how he tensed. Already on the edge of snapping.

He glared at you, eyes flashing dangerously with a look you'd seen countless times before. Usually your position was replaced with an enemy about to meet their death by the fierce swing of his lightsaber. You prepared yourself for the blow, waiting with baited breath as he struggled to hold back the sneer that almost crossed his face.

Instead, he chose to pacify himself with a brushed off lie. "I don't know who you are referring to."

This you could accept. This was the man you'd grown accustomed to over the years. The person who hid his past for the sake of his own sanity; to keep from flying off the cliff and into an unhinged feral nothingness most Sith resided in. Their greed to fill the emptiness in their souls more often than not led to their demise.

He was far too controlled for that.

Far too proud.

"You scream for someone named Anakin," you admitted, watching his body shudder as the forbidden truth was finally spoken aloud. "You can tell me. I won't speak of him again-"

The quick flick of his hand rising threw you off guard. But the sharp tug at the Force clamping down around your throat forced you to gasp for air that wasn't there. He dragged you forward with a silent malice that burrowed into your bones.

Cold leather pressed tight along your throat, his face mere inches from your own. You struggled to tamp down your fear—the streak of anxiety that spilled out in the Force around you. At least then you could stand on your own two feet and face him head on. The smile that split across his lips was proof enough that your attempt failed drastically; his touch loosening as your eyes flicked down to his mouth.

"You won't speak of him now," he spit, leaning close enough for you to smell the heady scent of his sweat.

Leather ran along your bottom lip, the acrid taste of burnt soil met your tongue. Rather than flinch, you found yourself leaning into his touch. The ache of more twisting your stomach in knots that would never be undone. This was the binding fate that cost the both of you your past lives.

Finding him on Mustafar wasn't by happenstance. You knew that now.

"My darling," he murmured, eyes dropping to see the way his thumb pressed against your lip, pulling at it slowly. "So interested in what you cannot have."

A soft sound fell from your throat, deepening his smile. You didn't want to admit that he was indeed right. The relationship with him had fanned the flames of something unreachable. A title you wanted him to bestow upon you with the same fiery need that burned a hole through your heart.

"I want..." you sighed, eyes dazed and body trembling in his grasp.

"I know what you want." His hand slid up to your cheek, drawing you close enough to smell the soft undercurrent of molten lava that seemed to stick with him. A permanent reminder of where Obi-Wan Kenobi died and the Darth was reborn. "You may have it. If you wish."

Swallowing thickly, you clutched at his robes. "I wish."

What little breath you had trapped in your lungs was punched from your chest when his lips met yours. The once unforgiving heat of the fire licked at your body with a warmth that settled deep in your heart. His lips were soft. Yet unforgiving in nature. He kissed you as a way to consume. Never a gift of passion, but a greedy inkling he finally grasped to quiet that curious part of his mind.

Delving your hands into the back of his robes, you flung yourself into his arms—tongue slipping past his parted mouth to taste him directly. To lick into his awaiting mouth with a soft moan that made his inside quake. He clutched you close—hands gripping your hips through the layers—a soft groan of pleasure meeting your sighed whimpers.

"Tell me," he rasped, hand clutching your chin to draw you back. "The truth."

Heat flushed against your chest, dripping down to the tips of your fingers. You felt him through the Force. Once overbearing—near terrifying—now became a welcome weight against your body. A reminder that though you knew his past, you'd never know the full extent of his powers. Those were trapped with the last embers of who he used to be; a man you'd never meet.

"I am yours my lord," you whispered.

A vow unspoken, now solidified for all eternity.

You would never be able to take it back; he knew this.

Rarely do Sith bind themselves to another. Master and Apprentice remain the only two. But there you stood—willing the tie yourself to him until your dying breath. The bright yellow dimmed from his iris, a soft cerulean blue flickering to life as the part of him that loved—that lost—rose to the surface. The man who would inevitably one day return.

His lips were a gentle press to your jaw. You allowed your head to fall back, a sigh of bliss echoing in the air as he worked his way back to your mouth. His hands clutching at what he always yearned for.

What he believed he was owed after giving so much.

"As am I."

[catnipaddictt]

i feel like obi wan would be the type to try to start something by kissing ur neck and stuff but as soon as you scratch his head this man is out and snoring

You are so so real for this anon <3 This is short but hopefully sweet

obi wan x gn!reader

wc: 0.2k

Obi Wan’s lips ghosted over your neck, his warmth breath causing goosebumps. You could feel the ridge of his nose press against your skin, continuing its journey along your jawline, making sure nowhere is left untouched. As he attacks the soft skin of your throat, your hands make their way to his long hair, running your hands through the soft strands.

 He is doing well until your hands make contact with his scalp, sending him into a state of pure relaxation. His head drops to your shoulder, resting there as your fingers touch him in just the right spot. Before you know it, the Jedi is snoring lightly against you, your exposed neck long forgotten. 

You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifts off against your frame. The rhythmic sounds of him breathing is the only sound in the dim room, prompting you to carefully maneuver yourself so you are both laying down. Your fingers continue the play with his hair, scraping against his head softly as not to wake him. 

You can slowly feel yourself drift away against him, his arm now dropped over your frame, holding you close to his heart.

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

Oral Fixation

Summary: Obi-Wan lets his usually innocent girlfriend suck the life out of him 😘

A/N: Finally posted for my favourite space daddy enjoy ;)

Warnings: blowjob, degrading, slight throat fucking, lmk if i should add more

Word Count: 1.6k

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Getting bored of the book in your lap you shifted to give Obi-Wan attention. He’d been playing with your hair since you’d been sitting between his legs on the floor. The way he’d been running his calloused hand through your hair and across your shoulders made you a little needy. Obi-Wan was so sweet and his gentle touches gave you ideas you probably should’ve shut down. You turned around to face him for some cuddles.

“Hey beautiful” He whispered as you rested your cheek against his thigh. “Hi,” You replied, putting the drawstring of his pants in your mouth to suck on it since you always seemed to need something in your mouth. “How about I give you something else to suck on?” He asked, you couldn’t tell if he was trying to seduce you or not. If Obi-Wan was purposefully being suggestive. The idea of sucking on his dick had become very appealing to your innocent brain as of late. All you could think about was pleasuring him. The only problem was your inexperience, the furthest you’d even got was letting Obi-Wan go down on you.

“Like what Obi?” You replied slowly you inching your hand toward his covered cock and moving your fingers across the bulge. Obi-Wan tensed up and looked at you in shock as you traced the outline of it. “Y/N” He breathed out confused. You looked up at him and he couldn’t help but wonder if you even knew what you were doing with those big innocent eyes. “I was just kidding my darling I-” He began to explain. “I wanna make you feel good” You whispered pausing your soft strokes. He chuckled and you leaned up to kiss him situating yourself properly on your knees. “Obi I need to occupy my mouth,” You told him with a slow bite of your lip.

He couldn’t help but smile at your desperation for his cock. “I’ve never sucked a dick before” You whispered nervously. “Love you really don’t have to force yourself-” Obi-Wan started. You smacked his thigh gently and he let out a dry laugh. “I am not forcing myself I need to…I just don’t know how” You told him.

His eyes widened trying to figure out a response to his usually shy girlfriend. “Please teach me Obi” You whined using those doe eyes you knew worked wonders on him. “Please?” You begged again running your finger up the seam of his pants to feel his half-hard cock beneath the layers. “If you really insist Y/N” He grinned and you nodded eagerly. “I absolutely insist Kenobi”

You watched attentively as he removed his pants and then his boxers and your eyes widened at how big he was. “Wow,” You giggled you weren’t expecting it to be so…beautiful? You followed suit taking off your top for him to gaze at your tits. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel guilty, not wanting to take advantage of his pure angel. Although that didn’t stop the thoughts of fucking your throat seep into his head. He’d never admit it but that image lived in his skull whenever he got a little too aroused. You glanced up at him before hesitantly licking his tip to see what he’d do or more importantly what he tasted like.

“Shit” He sighed. The warm dribble of his pre-cum was slightly salty against your tongue. But Knowing it was him, the purest form of Obi-Wan, made it ten times more delicious. “Wait you just…you’ve gotta be careful darling, I don’t want you to get hurt” He worried. “I won’t I promise. It’s so big and yummy please” You begged.

As many times as Obi-Wan imagined you on your knees for him swallowing his cock whole he couldn’t let you get hurt. Knowing how eager you were for him and how you often ended up getting too excited he refused to let you accidentally hurt yourself. “Here practice on my fingers first” He suggested and you nodded eagerly, anything to get closer to sucking on him.

“Be gentle ‘kay? Start slow love and no teeth” He started with his thumb pressing the pad of it against your tongue drool pooling in your mouth before you enthusiastically sucked on his thumb. Holding his wrist you looked up at him for approval taking his thumb deeper. “Good girl Y/N. Move your tongue a little too” He suggested before you flicked your tongue across his nail. “Just don’t go too far alright? Don’t gag too hard or y’know bite me” Obi-Wan smiled trying to be funny but losing his usual dry charm.

Rolling your eyes you pulled back with a string of spit connecting you to him. “Please Obi-Wan I just wanna suck your cock” You complained. “Okay, okay I know my smart girl will figure it out” He smirked and you felt a sense of pride bubble within you at the praise. With the little knowledge you had of pleasuring a man, you started by spitting on his cock and spreading it over his hard length.

“Mhm that’s my girl” He nodded. “Does my hand feel okay?” You asked. “More than okay,” He said in a husky voice. Fuelled by his words you licked a stripe from the base of him to the tip swirling your tongue around his head causing him to stifle a moan. The noises he made sent a fire straight to your core. You made it your job to pull the most disgusting moans from his throat for your own pleasure. For the first time, you wrapped your mouth completely around him sucking on his tip again and then pushing deeper. Saliva began escaping your lips and sliding down his cock.

“Shit, my love that’s perfect” He praised cupping the back of your head in his hand and rubbing his thumb comfortingly just behind your ear. You giggled sucking deeper onto his cock feeling it occasionally hit the back of your throat not yet setting off any gagging. His deep groans and whispers of praise clouded your vision making you completely desperate to satisfy Obi-Wan.

Confidentially you pushed further before gagging on his fat cock. Thick strings of drool spilt from your mouth as you pulled back. “Good little sl-” Obi-Wan stopped mid-sentence not wanting to discourage you. “Call me a slut Obi-Wan, I’m just a little toy for you” You whimpered craving his degrading words. Deciding on taking a break from sucking you began rubbing your tongue up and down the length of his cock and hesitantly touched his balls.

“My precious whore, you’re not as stupid as I thought” He let out a shaky breath as you very carefully toyed with them. “Am I doing good Master?” You smirked urging him for more degrading or approving words. His jaw almost hit the ground hearing you call him that, he couldn’t help but feel 10 times more turned on though. “Perfect my dear keep-keep your pretty lips on me, show me what a perfect fuck toy you are” He replied scrunching your hair into a makeshift ponytail and tugging on it eliciting a whine from your throat.

You wrapped your lips around his thick cock once more bringing Obi-Wan even closer to his orgasm. The mix of gentle sucking and touching of his balls had him on edge. You gagged a little on his dick again this time just letting the drool drip down to his balls and your chin. He knew he’d never get over the sight of you being so cock drunk all for him willingly gagging yourself on his dick.

“Good girl, s-such a good girl” He mumbled resisting the urge to thrust deeper into your throat. You continued even faster now determined to take his hot cum. Take it all down your throat till you choked. “Love you so much Y/N” He forced the words from his throat with breathy sighs in between causing your slick to coat your pink panties at his deep moans. The little composure he had left snapped as Obi-Wan bucked his hips deep into your throat making you gag, creating a disgustingly arousing noise. You loved it.

Even with tears dripping down your cheeks you were still desperate for his approval, glancing up from between his legs you watch him. Seeing how you turned noble Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi into a mess gave you a slight sense of accomplishment. You were Obi-Wan’s weakness and you adored it.

“Y/N holy stars, I’m gonna cum you b-better stop,” He told you momentarily opening his eyes. You attempted a laugh and sucked harder begging for his cum. Just as you were about to have it you were distracted, he fucking whimpered. Your eyes widened at the soft noise he let out before the milky liquid hit your tongue.

You gladly began swallowing it. The salty cum spurted from his tip and when you couldn’t take it anymore you pulled back guiding the rest of it to land across your tits. You continued working him through it using your hand to slowly pleasure his sensitive flesh. When he finished you kissed the tip of his pink head once more and then pecked his lips while he caught his breath. His eyes moved down to your cum covered tits. “Cumslut” He whispered making you giggle proudly.

“You’re exceptionally good at that” He sighed. “You whimpered” Was all you said making him blush. “I did not whimper” He replied. “More of a complimentary moan just for your ears” He explained making you smile. “I love your cock…it’s pretty” You grinned gently grazing your fingertips over the coppery leg hair on his thighs. “I think it’s your turn” He smirked lifting you onto the couch. “Even little whores deserve to cum” He teased. You giggled eagerly wanting to feel his beard against your pussy again. “Please, Master Kenobi?”

[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.

[vikslotus]

hayden christensen wallpapers ★

[throughparisallthroughrome]

"In Darkness, We Transcend"

Chapter 4: Yes, Chef!

Series Description: In a mission gone wrong, Obi-Wan has vanished. It’s up to Anakin to find the ex-Jedi turned Michelin star chef who may know where he is. To say they don’t exactly get along would be an understatement. But with a shared goal, who knows what’s possible?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes

A/N: I got COVID a week ago and writing this chapter has been ROUGH to say the least. Not my best writing towards the end but I'm really excited for where this is going! This is one of the longer chapters but everything here is extremely important. PS the picture below is exactly how I imagine the entrance to the restaurant looking!!

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3.

“Yeah, ‘oh fuck’ is right!” You furrow your brows in confusion, entering the room and walking over to Eric, “What the fuck is wrong with you!” You give him a slight shove, Anakin’s eyes widening at your sudden reaction and presence. 

“Y/N-” Anakin starts, walking over towards you with his hands up reassuringly. You turn to face him, eyes wide and filled with rage. 

“Anakin, do you ever learn to shut the fuck up? Now is definitely not the fucking time.” 

You turn your attention back to Eric, shaking him slightly to avoid the tears behind your eyes from streaming down your cheeks once again. You had one panic attack, and now you were presented with another. A new, scarier, different panic attack, one you never thought you’d had to confront until your world came crashing down upon you earlier as you searched for the boys.

The second you had left that bathroom, you felt the air shift. You tensed up instantly; the whispers from the other room and the emptiness of the room you were once in with them didn’t do much to ease you. You called out for Eric quietly, noticing how the room you were in was left exactly the way you left it. You thought the worst- the Children of Nox got there before you could, and it was over. You quickly turned the corner near the whispers and put your head up against the wall on the other side of the doorframe where you couldn’t be seen or heard. Those Motherfuckers. 

“Eric, of all the fucking years I’ve known you, that was the one- the ONE fucking secret I ask you to keep, and you go ahead and tell the fucking chosen one? The one it’s about? How the fuck could you do this to me? After everything we’ve been through, everything I’ve done for you.” You spit at him, your voice cracking as you search his eyes for any sort of guilt or sympathy he could offer.  

“Y/N, I-”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear another word.” You bite your lip as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. “I’m fucking done- I’m FUCKING done!” You shout, both of them jumping from your sudden rise in octaves. You needed to get the fuck out of there- it was once again too much for you to handle at that moment. 

“Y/N-” They both say sincerely at the same time.

“Don’t fucking follow me!” You slam the door behind you, pushing your back against it and taking another deep breath.

No part of this was going to be easy- you knew that. You knew what you were getting yourself into once Anakin approached you. It was only time before he figured it out. Would you have ever told him? Maybe. But Eric didn’t even give you the fucking chance to tell him- much less figure out how you would even approach the conversation. You had years to figure out this conversation and how you wanted it to go. Did you ever figure it out? Of course not. Anakin was the last fucking thing you ever wanted to think about, and you truly hated him. He changed your life without even knowing who you were. But he was deceived as much as you were. Was it really his fault? Or were you just looking for someone to blame? Someone to direct that anger and hate you felt within you. All of those natural feelings the Jedi had you suppress. Of course, you had no healthy way to feel or direct them. 

With that thought, you groaned in annoyance and stood up to find something else to occupy your mind. When was the last time you even fucking ate? You walked through Eric’s house to his kitchen, opening the fridge and scrounging around for something you could whip up into a decent meal. It’s the least he could do after this betrayal. And honestly? You didn’t care what he thought anymore. He was dead to you. At least right now, until you got some food in you and calmed down, he was.

“Fuck!” Eric curses, hitting his fist into the wall as he watches you leave the room. “You really weren’t supposed to know this.” He turns to face Anakin solemnly, feeling guilty about the exchange. 

“I just- I don’t understand any of this.” Anakin sits down, furrowing his brows in confusion as he looks up at Eric.

“Listen, Anakin,” Eric directs his gaze towards Anakin, “Y/N rescued me from the Children of Nox. I owe her my life. And she told me about you and everything in complete confidence that I would never tell a single soul.” Anakin’s face falls at Eric’s words, his heart aching for you once again. “I failed at that task, Anakin. The second I watched you two interact I just felt as if you had a right to know. She was deceived for so long, and I know how much it hurt her, and I remember when she told me and-”

‘Eric,” Anakin stands up, putting his hand on Eric’s shoulder, “You did the right thing. I couldn’t thank you enough for telling me. Now relax for a second while I go do some damage control, okay?” He searches Eric’s face, finally getting the nod of approval he needs before he sets off to find you. 

Anakin leaves the room, gently closing the door behind him to not make you aware of his presence. He waits for a moment, smelling the area around him as his stomach growls. Fuck, he was hungry. And where else would a famous Chef be? He turned the corner into the kitchen, seeing your frail figure as you stirred what appeared to be soup. He gulps upon seeing you, noticing how tense your body is and how weak you feel. It was like he could feel it too- every emotion, all of your pain and suffering, was aching through him like a bad cold. He feels his palms grow sweaty, the anxiety tingling as he licks his lips and tries to find the words to say. What could he possibly say? I’m sorry? He knows there’s nothing to change this or make it better or even help you at the moment, so he-

“Are you gonna just fucking stand there and watch me or what?” You set the wooden spoon down on the counter and wipe your hands off on a rag as you turn and face the uneasy Jedi in the doorway behind you. He leans against the door, clearing his throat as he tries to ease the tension in the room. 

“No, sorry. Just wanted to apologize. I-”

“Anakin, stop.” You sigh at him, turning back to the soup you were attempting to save on the stove, “Eric shouldn’t have told you; it’s fine.” He cocks his head in bafflement, the aggravation increasing within him.

“But, I-I’m a part of this- shouldn’t I have a right to know?” You pause your stirring, looking up from the pot and straight ahead at the counter. 

“Anakin, you really don’t want to start this argument with me right now.”

“Or what? You probably wouldn’t have even told me!” He raises his voice, “I find out from some fucking stranger that you were a part of this- have always been a part of this- and my entire life is a fucking lie, and I’m supposed to be calm?”

“Anakin, stop!” You throw the spoon down on the counter, finally giving him the satisfaction of eye contact. You see his gaze slightly soften upon seeing your glassy eyes, “Listen-” You blurt before squeezing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, “I promise you, we will talk about this soon. Please, let’s eat this and go our separate ways to get our things, okay? I think we both need some food and a second to calm down before we spend more time together. I promise I will explain everything.” You put your hand on his shoulder gently, biting your lip in frustration as you glimpse into his worried eyes, “Eric shouldn’t have told you because he doesn’t have all of the details. I know how you feel- how this affects you. And it affected me just as badly. I understand you. And I want to talk about it, I really do. It’s just that now is neither the time nor the place to do so, okay?” 

He nods in response, feeling his own eyes grow glassy upon the realization of it all. He squeezes his eyes shut, frightened of crying in front of you, and instead pulls you in for a tender, delicate hug. You’re taken aback by his vulnerability, but you welcome it, wrapping your arms around his waist and letting him lean into your touch. You gently rub your hands down his back, feeling him ease into you more. He hiccups slightly, and you recognize the suppressed sob, feeling your heart break for the Jedi in your arms. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbles into your shoulder, slowly inching his hand towards the back of your neck as you continue to rub his back. 

“Ani, it’s okay,” You stand back, breaking the hug and rushing to walk away as you curse yourself for the nickname, “Just- let me feed you, okay?” He nods and hums in response, wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath.

You smile at him gently before turning around, grabbing a bowl, and filling it up with the soup you made. You top it with some cheese and herbs and walk towards him, placing it on the table in front of him as you sit across from him with your own bowl. Eric quietly enters the room, attempting to avoid your lingering gaze.

“There’s a bowl on the counter for you, Eric. You can join us.” You motion to the counter as you blow on your soup, earning a confused look from Eric and a brow raise from Anakin. 

“Thank you,” He mumbles as he grabs the bowl and heads to the other side of the table. 

Anakin finally takes a bite of his soup and- holy shit. One bite from something you made, and he swears he’s never had a real meal in his entire fucking life. He fucking moans loudly at the taste of it, and you giggle at his reaction, making it all worth the embarrassment. He couldn’t comprehend how you could make something so delicious out of nothing. So few ingredients, yet combined together, he had the most delicious meal of his life. And it was just what he needed. The Temple food and nutrition bars he was constantly left with were nothing but sustenance- not real pleasure or taste. This time, he was actually eating to taste, not to just sustain. He very rarely got the pleasure of doing anything that wasn’t for basic survival or for the good of others. He very rarely got the pleasure of doing things just for himself.

“Damn, Anakin, you act like you’ve never eaten before the way you’re scarfing that down,” Anakin slowly looks up, noticing that you and Eric had been staring and giggling for quite a while now. 

“Sorry- I- I’ve just never had anything quite this good before.” He fumbles over his words, his cheeks growing a pleasant pink from embarrassment. “It’s just really good.” He avoids your gaze, giving the soup his full attention once again.

“I’m glad you think so,” You smile softly at him before taking another bite.

“This is what I meant when you called ‘Like a Bantha!’ just a restaurant earlier-”

“Eric!” You scold him as you set your soup down, “Stop being dramatic. I’m a decent cook-”

“Y/N, be fucking realistic- you’re not just a ‘cook,’ you’re a fucking award-winning chef! People would kill to get a reservation at your restaurant. You’re fucking famous- and Jedi over here needs to be fucking educated!” He motions towards Anakin, the room falling silent at his claims.

“All in due time, Eric. Some of us- not to name names- need to learn patience.” You turn towards him, your lips forming a tight, annoyed smile. “Just eat your fucking soup. Like the Jedi’s doing.” He rolls his eyes as you and Anakin chuckle at your joke, briefly making eye contact that lasts a little too long. He notices the way your smile grew slightly upon his eyes meeting yours. That was something he could get used to seeing. You were eager to change the subject, breaking your gaze from his quickly.

“So, Anakin,” You set your spoon down, gaining the Jedi’s attention as you pick up a napkin and carefully wipe the corners of your mouth, “I was thinking we should both go to our respective places and get what we need for the foreseeable future since we’ll be gone for who knows how fucking long. And maybe you could borrow a Republic transport we could use? I know you could dock it at my building. I’m not really interested in visiting the Temple just yet.” He furrows his brows at your sudden professionalism towards him, the softness in your voice disappearing once again. 

“That could definitely be arranged. I’ll see what the Council will allow me to take.” He clears his throat, attempting to hide his confusion. 

“Perfect- it’s a date.” You blurt out before you could even think. You wince at your words, taking a long drink of water to avoid the gaze of the men in front of you. 

“Great,” Anakin says, standing up and pushing his chair in as he grabs his bowl and sets it in the sink. “I’ll get right on that. Should I meet you at your building?”

“Yes, that would be preferable. Do you need directions?” You stand up after him, walking towards the sink with your own bowl in hand. He grabs it out of your hand and rinses it for you. 

“Nah, I’m sure I got it, Chef.” He sends you a wink before turning towards the door and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks slightly. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Eric. This whole thing has been a fever dream.” He reaches his hand out and shakes Eric’s. At this point you had tuned out their conversation and just watched the actions of the Jedi in front of you as he left Eric’s house. The second you heard the door latch behind him you felt your shoulders drop. 

“Okay- now that he’s gone,” You turn your attention to Eric, his eyes widening with a mouthful of soup. “We need to have a fucking talk.” He swallows at your words, wiping his face on the back of his hand. 

“Y/N, I promise you I never meant-”

“Eric, the fucking audacity of you to do this after everything we’ve been through and everything I’ve done for you!” You shout slightly before taking a step back and turning away, allowing yourself to calm down for a moment, “Listen, I’m just upset. I didn’t expect Anakin to suddenly appear in my life- especially in this way. These two traumas of mine were never supposed to combine and meet like this. And now I just have to confront them and face them head-on at the same fucking time and act like I’m okay?” Your voice cracks slightly by the last word, your eyes growing watery, and your mouth suddenly dry. You sit down at the table in front of Eric, meeting his concerned gaze.

“Y/N, If anyone has got this- it’s you. And listen, I am so fucking sorry. It was never my fucking place to do that to you, and you didn’t deserve that. It’s just that I remembered how hard it was for you to tell me about it- much less the person it was a result of. I just- I don’t know. I guess I figured I was doing you a favor by doing the hard part for you. I just wanted to help you. I didn’t want to see you hurt again, and I ended up hurting you, and for that, I am so sorry.”

“Eric, I- I understand why you did it.” You reach your hands out, grabbing his in your own, “You did what I was too scared to do. Honestly, I should fucking thank you. You got the hard part out of the way,” You chuckle slightly, easing the tension in the room, “I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn and angry about this. Just been scared to confront it. And now I’m being forced to confront both of the skeletons in my closet at the same time. I just don’t wanna fuck it up, y’know?” 

He smiles at you reassuringly, giving your hand a slight squeeze, “We both got this shit. We got a great lead, and we have a fucking Jedi on our side as well as the entire Council. This is our chance to finally put everything behind us. We shouldn’t be sitting here moping about our pasts- we should be fucking excited!” You throw your head back and laugh, feeling warm from the feeling. 

“You’re right, new opportunities,” You hum in response, standing up and turning to the counters as you grab the dirty dishes and begin wiping them clean in the sink. 

“You know- Anakin’s totally your type.”

“Ericccc,” You groan, scrubbing the pot slightly more aggressively than you were before, “Don’t go there.”

“I’m just saying!” He jumps from his seat, making his way over to you as he picks up a rag from the counter and begins drying off your wet dishes, “And how are we so sure that that isn’t part of the prophecy?” 

You set your dish down in the sink and sigh dramatically, turning to face the cheeky man beside you, “ We aren’t- but-” You put a finger to his smiling lips, stopping him before he could continue, “It’s all a lot more complicated than it looks, trust me. And plus- I can barely stand the dude! He’s so… full of himself. And he walks around and acts exactly like the fucking so-called ‘chosen one’ would. It makes me sick to my stomach.”

“Uh-huh.” Eric smiles mischievously as he puts a bowl in the cabinet, turning his head away from you, “And are we gonna act like you weren’t insanely turned on when he called you Chef?” Your eyes widen, and you choke on your own spit for a moment. 

“Fuck off!” You yell, grabbing the rag from his hand and hitting him with it as he laughs at your reaction, “I was not! Just- was- caught off guard is all.” 

“Anyways!” You turn around to face him, wiping the front of your hands on your tunic, “I really should get going, Eric. Anakin and I have a long road ahead after this; Obi-Wan really needs us.”

“I understand,” He approaches you, pulling you into a welcoming hug, “Just- please be safe. And preferably come back in one piece. If anyone has got this- it’s you.” You smile warmly against him at his words, gripping his body just a little tighter before you go. 

“Thank you, Eric. I really couldn’t have done this without you.” He smiles.

“Don’t mention it. Now, go get your Jedi!” 

The ride back to the Temple was smooth and uneventful. Anakin took a local taxi, figuring it was better to get there as fast as he could, although he really could have used the walking time to think about everything he learned that morning. The city was busy, per usual, and he felt his eyes squint slightly at the sun as they rose closer to the surface of the planet near the Temple. 

Was it really so bad? Not being the only chosen one? It was different, for sure. And it changed everything he ever believed in. And it only further proved his theory that the Jedi Council wasn’t exactly right about everything. It only further supported his feelings against the Council. Was that a bad thing? Was any of this a bad thing? Anakin knew as much as he needed answers- only his previous master could give them to him. I mean, for all he knew, you and Eric were both lying to him. Then again, he saw the look on your face, and Eric was so genuine about it… 

Since he was a padawan, he felt unsure about the prophecy. That was an enormous weight to carry on his shoulders- and he couldn’t pretend to ignore the way the other children looked at him. They treated him differently, almost like they were scared of him. Granted, he was an outsider, and he was older and far behind on his skills than they were, but he caught up quickly and not only proved to be a fast learner but dangerously good at everything he did. He chalked up their odd looks and whispered jealously, jealous that they couldn’t be as strong or powerful as he was. Jealous that they wouldn’t be the ones to bring balance to the force. 

As cheesy as it sounded, that was the only way a teenage Anakin could wrap his mind around the fact that the other children didn’t want to be friends. As he got older, he accepted that it was probably jealousy and also a bit of fear. He came into things a bit of a freak, yes, and was it fair for them to treat him like that? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t going to stop them. Anakin actually did the healthy thing and accepted those fears, confronting them head-on and using them to his advantage. He got older and more mature, and he was able to push most of that anger aside, letting it heal him instead of taking advantage of him. Most of it, at least. 

And because of that, he was so careful with Ahsoka, making sure that she didn’t make the same mistakes as he did. Despite the code, he wanted her to feel loved and accepted, the way his Master did when he felt the other padawans’ lingering gaze. He spent his time thoughtfully teaching his padawan, learning his own lessons along the way. He never thought they’d lead him here- finding you- and finding out that you weren’t just a stranger. You were practically his other half. It was never just about him- it was about the both of you. And the Council was too scared to see that to fruition. Too scared to stand by their codes and “morals” and let the chosen ones bring balance to the force. 

And fuck, was he angry! He was fucking seething just thinking about standing in front of the Council once again, witnessing their judgemental faces look upon him as they tried to intimidate him. They lied to him his entire life, ripped him away from his mother, just to deny him the rank of master AND his birthright? How many years were you kept in the shadows just so you both could live a lie? How could Obi-Wan look him in the eye all these years and not tell him? He knows Obi-wan was burdened with training him, and there was a lot of pressure on him to not fuck up the ‘chosen one.’ So, of course, there had to be risks, but he thought they were friends. He could have told him, and he didn’t. What would he even say to Obi-wan once they rescued him? That is- if he’s still alive. 

With that thought, Anakin’s face fell slightly upon considering the death of his former Master. As much as he wanted to be furious at the Jedi for keeping such an integral secret from him, the idea of Obi-Wan’s death would fucking destroy him. And he knew that. He’s had a hard time keeping it together this entire time. You were frustrating- Eric was fucking unbelievable- and then everything happened, and he was so overwhelmed with these emotions he finally felt a bit calm, actually. 

Anakin’s head suddenly snapped forward as the cab driver knocked against the back window, breaking him from his trance. The man muttered some curses in an alien language as Anakin threw him some credits and stepped outside of the taxi and onto the landing platform of the Temple.  

He honestly shuddered slightly at the sight of it, seeing numerous politicians, staff, Jedi and their padawans, as well as clone troopers, walking around the platform as he walked deeper into the building.

“General Skywalker,” He was greeted by a clone, giving him a simple nod as he walked by the battalion and into the lion’s den. 

He quickly turned every corner, walking down the hallways at a swift and punishing pace to avoid being seen despite his presence being openly welcomed. Like he was a child again, he felt uncomfortable in the Temple. It didn’t feel like his home. He didn’t feel as welcome as a Jedi should in the Jedi Temple. 

He makes his way to his quarters, scanning his thumbprint and walking into the mess of a room he typically calls home. It was as bad as he left it. He sighed for a moment, kicking some boots and clothing out of the way on the floor as he made his way to his bed and lay down for a moment. He just needed a second. He stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, counting to 30, and then exhaling for as long as he physically could. 

He abruptly stands, throwing everything he needs into a bag. He walks around double-checking his room and throwing away miscellaneous trash he spotted every now and then. He threw dirty clothes into a bin and random decent-smelling articles of clothing into the general vicinity of his closet. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a half-filled water bottle, his eyes squinting at it while the corners of his mouth tugged at a smile. He picks it up and pours the remainder of it into the pitiful plant on his desk, feeling somewhat more accomplished with the space again. He glances at the picture on his desk, seeing Obi-wan’s smiling face and feeling a tug at his heartstrings. How could he hate this man? He was probably just trying to protect him. He would’ve told him sooner or later, right?

He sighs at himself again, feeling particularly annoyed with his emotions. He typically had everything under control, but the past two days had left him feeling like a lonely, misunderstood teenager once again. He opened the door, and to his surprise, he was met with a familiar face. 

“Rex said he saw you here, figured I’d stop by and see you before you go.” The young Togrutan girl motions to the bag on his shoulder, a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Snips- I-I wasn’t expecting you.” Anakin steps aside, baffled by her presence. 

“Well, I just wanted to see you before you leave. I know you wouldn’t have interrupted my training to see me, but I just wanted to wish you luck before your mission. It’s my fault you’re going after all.” Anakin’s face falls upon seeing the guilt in Ahsoka’s eyes and feeling his own guilt as well. 

“Ahsoka,” He lowers his voice comfortably, putting a hand on her shoulder, “It was never your fault. You were doing as you were told. I should have been there- I was the one who disobeyed the Council directly and paid the price for it. Obi-wan will be back here soon, and I guarantee he will not blame you. I can guarantee you I will hear a mouthful from him.” He chuckles slightly, a smile spreading on his face as Ahsoka giggles at the thought of a grumpy Obi-Wan.

“Master Kenobi is quite fond of his lectures.”

“You could say that again.” They laugh once more. The silence between them brings a returning tension as Anakin approaches his departure from the Temple.

“I guess this means goodbye for now, Skyguy.” Ahsoka adverts his gaze, looking down and biting her lip as she watches her Master sigh.

“Listen, Snips, It won’t be for long. Besides, I’m working with a great team, and everything is going to turn out to be okay.” She looks up and nods understandingly.

“Master, I know the code disapproves of attachments,” He furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side at her remark, “But you and Obi-wan are the closest thing I have to a family. I can’t help but feel a little worried. Just promise you’ll return home in one piece?”

“I promise,” he laughs, ignoring the way his heart broke slightly upon hearing her worries. Instead, he gives her a subtle hug before pulling away. “I’ll be back soon—get back to training. I don’t want you to turn out like me, okay?” She laughs at him before running off from his quarters and down the hall, suddenly gone from sight. 

He watches her go, grateful he could conceal the heaviness in his heart for the moment. He wouldn’t want Ahsoka to be burdened with his troubles while he was gone. If it ever comes up, he’ll tell her later. He has a lot more to figure out before he gets to that step. 

He hails down another taxi, giving it the general directions of your building since he was too stubborn to ask you for your address. When he arrives at your building, he wastes no time marching through the lobby and into the elevator, pressing the button for your fancy penthouse suite.

Before Anakin had arrived, you weren’t sure what you were even doing. You had packed a bag, changed your clothes, and showered, too, but you just felt like something wasn’t right. You knew realistically you weren’t missing anything- but there was that feeling. Of course, that feeling could totally be the fact that you were about to join your sworn enemy since childhood to save his master (who told you a devastating secret) from a cult that you were once a part of, only to bring him back to a different, ‘good,’ cult you were also once a part of. It definitely couldn’t be that. Nope. 

With a brisk knock on the door, you were startled from the trance you were in as you adjusted your hair slightly in the mirror. Although you knew it was Anakin, it still made you tense. This would be your first time truly alone together since everything that transpired at Eric’s house. You bit your lip anxiously before hearing the door knock again and a light ‘Hello?’ from the other side. You swear under your breath, acknowledging you spaced out again before scurrying over and opening the door for him. 

“Hey, sorry, Anakin, was doing something,” You mumble before scooting out of the way to let him into the apartment. You quickly shut the door behind the two of you before walking ahead of him to a mirror to finish putting on some lipstick and fixing whatever else you could on your face. 

“Wow- uh- you sure clean up nice.” He stammers, taking in your figure. You were dressed very professionally but still comfortable. He couldn’t help but stare at the way your pants sat nicely on your ass, then flowing down comfortably. It gave so much and so little room to the imagination. 

“Yes,” You popped the cap back onto your lipstick as you spun around to face him, “That’s because we actually have a stop to make before we leave,” 

“Hm,” he hums, evading your eyes as he looks down at a list on your countertop. “I’m assuming this has something to do with it?” He looks up, and you beam, walking to his side as you glance down at the list. 

“Yes, actually, I haven’t missed a day of work in years,” You clear your throat abruptly, not wanting to show too much of your emotions to him, “My position was always too important to leave. But, I trained a few lucky employees to take my place in my quick absence. This is just to help them out.” You motion to the paper as he picks up up and scans through the numerous pages. 

“You typed all this up while I was gone?” You look at the concerned look on his face while he skims your writing. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Anakin.” You snatch the paper out of his hand and shoot him a playful wink. “I’m just always prepared. You never know what could happen.” He chuckles.

“You could say that.”

As you both stepped out of the taxi, he couldn’t believe the shift in your demeanor upon arriving at “Like a Bantha!”. He also couldn’t believe how fucking busy it was. Sure, it was a Friday night, and he was at a ‘popular’ restaurant (as you so humbly described), but this was nothing like he had expected. His hand was quickly finding its way to your lower back protectively, not even realizing how automatically the gesture came to him. He immediately felt slightly out of place, noticing how you took everything in with such grace and professionalism. There was a line wrapped around the block, and they all screamed upon seeing you. You gave a toothy grin and a wave as cameras flashed in your direction. Great. What fucking tabloids was he going to end up in? 

“Welcome in, Ms. L/N,” The security guard steps aside, pulling the rope out of the way for the both of you to walk in. Why you didn’t just go through the back was beside him. He knew better than to question you. But what happened to Naberrie?

“Thank you, Antony,” You smiled at the guard before striding into your busy restaurant, paying no mind to the bewildered Jedi beside you. 

As you walked through the entrance, Anakin couldn’t believe his eyes. He had never seen anything like this before. Sure, he’s been to bars and a few restaurants every now and then. But absolutely nothing like this. Not only was it loud and fucking packed, but the restaurant was gorgeous. It reflected everything he could remember about Naboo. There was even a huge fountain on the wall by the bar, very reminiscent of the lake country. And the smell? Oh, he just fucking died and was reborn again. The dim lighting, the natural woods, the greenery everywhere, it was so beautiful. He couldn’t believe a restaurant could ever be this nice. And to think you created this? That was even more impressive. He was looking at your baby, an exact reflection of your mind. He glanced towards the bar and noticed on the back wall was a beautiful painting of Queen Amidala. He felt a smile creep on his face, recognizing the gown from when he was a child. It was nice how you included her in this.

He followed you through the restaurant, in between tables, as onlookers boggled the both of you. He typically didn’t like being stared at, but for some reason, he didn’t mind it. Although you took most of the attention- he was just an added bonus. Jedi’s weren’t a typical patron at “Like a Bantha!”. 

The second you swung open the kitchen doors, he was instantly tense. However, he couldn’t help but notice the smile on your face widening as you saw your staff. The lights were bright, the smells intense, and the voices were fucking loud. Everyone was yelling something incoherently at each other. The only thing he could make out were a few curses every now and then. 

You walked up to Cora, watching her shoulders drop as she was instantly relieved by your presence.

“Thank the Maker, you’re here, Chef.” She pulls you in for a tight embrace before pulling back and looking you up and down. “Though I have a feeling I’m about to say goodbye again?”

You laugh slightly at her reaction, holding your arms on her shoulders, “Unfortunately so, Chef. I have business- elsewhere that I must attend to. Although, you are doing an impeccable job. Luca’s not giving you too much trouble, is he?”

“No, just never shuts up about you.” She giggles, adjusting her apron slightly for you.

“Of course he doesn’t,” You roll your eyes, “But things are good?”

“Chef, I promise you- they are as perfect as they can be in your absence. I wouldn’t let this become anything other than that for you.” You smile gently at her words, “Now- what the hell is going on? I just found out about you being an ex-Jedi, and now you bring in Anakin Skywalker??” You laugh at her words, shaking your head slightly. 

‘Listen, Cora,” Your hands find themselves adjusting her apron for her, “I promise everything is okay. Just some things from my past have come up. We’re trying to get it all figured out.”

Anakin is far too spaced out at this point. Way more than he should ever be. He couldn’t stop staring at you in your natural element. The way the corners of your eyes crinkled when you smiled or how you threw your head back when you laughed. He watched as the rest of the room was also completely enamored by your presence, suddenly watching their every move as they tried to gain your favor. He leaned slightly against the counter behind him, ignoring the lingering stares of the cooks surrounding him as they continued through the rush of the evening. He unconsciously bit his lip, watching as you talked with your hands to your staff, his eyes trailing down your body from your eyes to your lips, to your neck, and down to the cleavage-

“Hey, mate- you’re staring.” Anakin jumps slightly in response, turning his head to be met with a smile from a man he’d never seen before. “I’m guessing it’s your first time seeing her? She is quite a force to be reckoned with.” Anakin lets out a chuckle at the man's words. 

“I- uh- sorry, who are you?” Anakin crosses his arms, noticing how the amused smile grows on the man’s face in front of him.

“Right… Jedi- no attachments. Name’s Luca- Chef recently left Chef Cora and I in charge in her absence. That’s Chef Cora she’s talking to right now. Wait- why are you even in here?” Anakin raises a brow at his words, a smile tugging at his lips suddenly. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that one-”

“Luca!” You walk up to the younger Chef, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Anakin unconsciously shifts uncomfortably, “I see you’ve met Anakin?”

“Anakin?” Luca looks down at you, raising a brow as he turns his attention back to the Jedi, “So that’s what your name is? Ohhhhh- you arrived with Chef.” Luca suddenly nods understandingly as you shoot him a glare. 

“Luca, heard things have been going well?” You change the subject, and your tone is unexpectedly much more authoritative. Anakin’s pants suddenly feel much tighter.

“Yes, Chef, they’ve been going quite splendidly.” He shoots you a wink as you roll your eyes.

“Good- I’ll be back soon. No funny business.” 

“Chef, would I ever?”

“Luca,” You lean in closer to him, your lips nearing his ear lobe, “We both know you would.” You lean back, shooting him a grin and giving a friendly pat on the back as you send him back to expoing. 

“So, Chef, nice place you have here.” Anakin motions to the room around you, and you feel the heat rise slightly on your cheeks as a smile tugs at your lips. 

“Eh,” You shrug your shoulders, your smile growing wider, “It’s aight.”

“Chef, do you mind trying this? Was thinking of running it tomorrow night,” Cora comes up behind you, a spoon in hand and her other hand under it. 

You nod quickly as you open your mouth, and she feeds it to you. Anakin’s eyes slightly widen at the interaction, both of them staring intensely as your brows raise in thought at the soup you just consumed. 

“Okay, great start,” You lean back against the counter to balance yourself as you bite your lip in thought, “A little cumin, maybe some lemon juice and cilantro. I think if you started with a chicken stock base instead of a vegetable stock, it might give you that oomph you’re looking for, Cora. It’d pair really nicely with that curry special we ran a few months ago. Other than that, this is fucking fantastic, Cora, really great stuff here.”

Anakin watches as Cora’s face instantly lights up from your words, his heart softening once more. 

“Do you wanna try?” Cora turns her attention to Anakin, her smile still wide from your praise. 

“Uh- sure! I’m not much of a Chef. Though, anything’s better than the food they serve at the Temple.” You and Cora both giggle at his words.

You grab the spoon from Cora’s hand, motioning Anakin to come closer as you and Cora suddenly crowd him. You grip his chin lightly with your left hand, his mouth opening slightly as you feed him the warm soup Cora made. Anakin knew his cheeks were flushed. He could feel his entire body tingling from the way you touched him and acted so nicely in front of your staff. He couldn’t stand the way he was feeling, the way you were suddenly making him feel. He felt so weak and pathetic just from your touch. Before he could continue to think further on it, his eyes were widening in surprise at the sudden flavors hitting his tongue and then the lack of your touch as you pulled away. You and Cora both looked at each other and laughed, his cheeks growing red once again at your reaction.

“Good, huh?” You smile at Anakin, him nodding quickly in approval.

“Very, nicely done.” He turns to the younger Chef next to him as she shoots him a grin. 

“Thank you!” She exclaims, “You’re Anakin Skywalker, right?” You and Anakin both turn to her, crossing your arms and raising a brow. She, in turn, raises a brow at the identical mannerisms from the both of you.

“First of all, creepy,” she points her finger at the two of you as you both quickly shift. “Second of all, don’t act like you aren’t famous either! Mr. ‘Hero with no fear’!” 

“You flatter me,” Anakin muses as you and Cora roll your eyes and groan.

“I’m so done with this conversation,” You sigh, running your fingers through your hair as they both giggle in front of you. “Cora, would you watch him for a moment while I go check with front of house?” 

“I don’t need watching!” He scoffs as you laugh and walk off, his eyes never leaving you as you exit the kitchen.

“So, are you like her assigned bodyguard or what?” She asks as Anakin’s head tilts in confusion. 

“Uh- What do you mean?” Anakin awkwardly coughs out, feeling slightly uncomfortable by the smirk that paints Cora’s face.

“It’s just that you watch her so intensely. Like she’s gonna get hurt or something. I don’t know- but I can tell you that I’ve worked under her for years and she is plenty capable of taking care of herself. Can’t believe she’d have a bodyguard in the first place.” Cora continues to tease, her sarcasm going right over Anakin’s head. 

“I-I’m not her bodyguard.” Anakin stammers out while Cora lets out a giggle. 

“I know. Do they not teach sarcasm at the Temple? Besides, what’s a famous Jedi like you doing out and about anyway? Aren’t you a General? And before you say anything- you’re famous. This is all common knowledge.” He laughs at her words, his shoulders slouching as he becomes less tense. 

“I am- but Y/N and I have much more important matters to attend to, unfortunately.” He breaks eye contact, nodding to himself as the heaviness of the situation hits him once more. 

“I see, don’t let her get hurt. She’s capable of handling herself, but she can be quite stubborn from time to time. We need her back here at some point.” Cora chuckles, trying to hide her feelings. Anakin recognizes this. 

“Nothing will happen to her under my watch. Cora, right?” 

“Yes, actually!” She beams. 

“Y/N’s talked about you before. She’s very proud of you- keep up the good work.” Cora opens her mouth slightly in shock, taken aback by what he said. 

“I- thank you. That was really nice to hear.” Anakin smiles gently at her before immediately turning his gaze to you as you walk back into the room. Cora follows and smirks slightly upon seeing what he is looking at. 

“Hey,” You smile gently at Anakin, turning your attention back to the room as you address them all, “Hey, everyone! I’ll be absent for a few days to attend to some personal business. In the meantime, Chef Cora and Chef Luca will be in charge and running the show while I am gone. I will frequently check up with them and make sure things run smoothly in my absence. In the meantime- no funny business. You all know what I expect.” You wink as everyone chuckles. The tension in the room eased at your words. 

‘Yes, Chef!” They all holler back, and Anakin jumps slightly, taken aback by the sudden uproar from the staff. He’s quickly calm when he sees your smile, nodding in approval at everyone.

“Alright, Cora, Luca,” You address them both, Anakin’s eyes moving from you to Luca as he watches the boy gaze upon you respectfully and hungrily at the same time, “Shit’s about to get real.” 

As you slide into the cab, Anakin closes the door behind you and slides in next to you, letting the driver know where to go. You take a deep breath, the weight of what you are about to face crashing down on you slightly. Anakin’s knee brushes against yours, and your breath hitches again once more. What the fuck was wrong with you? 

“Hey,” His his face is etched with concern as he glances at you, “How ya holding up there?”

“Well,” You glance down at your hands, unaware you had been fidgeting this entire time, “I’m about as good as I’ll ever be. And you?”

“Yeah,” Anakin sighs, leaning back into his seat, “About the same here.”

The silence that falls between you two isn’t necessarily awkward or tense but more one of sympathy between the two of you. You turn from him, looking out the window at the city you cared for, his gaze never departing from your slouched figure. You felt bad for the Jedi, and you knew your apprehension towards him was misplaced; he didn’t know what he was getting into. He didn’t know there was a history. He didn’t know your history. How should he? And it’s not like you knew what he was going through, either. He probably had it even harder since the council picked him as their designated chosen one. The more time you spent with the man, the more you began to feel for him. It had only been 2 days; was this a weakness?

Anakin watched as you turned away from him, the gears turning in that smart brain of yours. He tilted his head as he watched you, wishing he knew what was going on in that mind of yours. Since he found out about you from Eric, there was so much on his mind. He felt for you- he took your life from you. And he didn’t even know he did it. He felt extremely guilty despite it not truly being his fault. Anakin desperately wished he knew what to say, how to make this better. The only thing he could do was give you space and time, hoping that the proximity between the two of you would do something to mend everything. He understood the way you felt, your uncertainty around him. 

He sighed gently, turning away from out and directing his gaze out of his own window. He watched the other vehicles race by and wondered about the passengers in each of them. Was he really making a difference in the galaxy? Or was this all just more Jedi propaganda? And what reason do the Jedi have for being involved in these complicated politics in the first place? As he lost himself in thought, he felt you gently move towards him, your head suddenly resting on top of his shoulder. 

“Hope this is okay,” You mumbled as you yawned slightly, closing your eyes as you got comfortable with your proximity to the Jedi. For once, you didn’t care about the past or about who Anakin Skywalker was. You were just cold and needed sleep. Thankfully, Anakin was warm and provided the utmost comfort. 

“Of course.” He mumbles back, gently brushing your hair out of your face as a soft hum leaves your parted lips. 

He was extremely taken aback by the sudden softness from you, and the way you got comfortable next to him. Trauma bonding, maybe? He wasn’t sure. He welcomed it, but he couldn’t help but feel worried for you. He knew this was hard for you, and you were so tired. It had been a long 48 hours for the both of you, and he knew you barely slept.

But the second he heard the soft snores escape your lips, he knew he was dumb to question any of it. He could feel a weakness for you growing within him, as natural as breathing, and he didn’t care. He chose not to question it- the feeling was too good and too natural to be questioned. Maybe this all happened for a reason; maybe the force was putting you together at this moment for a purpose? Of course, it was a shame Obi-Wan and so many others were involved and hurt, but you were the chosen one(s). There had to be more intention to this, he was sure of it. And with that thought, Anakin snaked an arm around your waist, letting you fully lean into him comfortably as you slept.

chapter 5.

[midnightrineheardt]

The Guest

Pairing: Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, slightly dom!Obi-Wan, piv sex, unprotected sex, dirty talks, master/apprentice kink, oral sex, slight angst. (if I didn't specify something, then write in the comments pls)

Word Count: 1,802

Summary: Is it true that the dark side gives you the freedom to love?

Arriving on Coruscant after another mission, you just wanted to wash off this day and go to sleep. Drops of water dripped down the bare skin, when she felt someone else's presence. You're tense. The bathroom door opened softly.

-Hello there, darling - a man's voice sounded from the doorway, which sent chills down your back.

-Go away - you said indifferently to the man with golden eyes that had recently been blue like the sky or the sea. It was Lord Kenobi. It is not known exactly for what reason he decided to switch to the dark side, but he had more than enough of them.

- How rude - the Sith lord shortened the distance between you so you could feel his breath on your neck. You no longer paid attention to the fact that you were standing in the bathroom in only a towel.

-What do you need? - you whispered. The indifference changed to a timid whisper.

-You know yourself, Y/N, - Obi-Wan purred, tracing your lips first and then down to your chin. - It's you, Y/N, - the man whispered. His gaze was frightening and at the same time alluring. The man reached forward and imprinted the first kiss on your lips, there by pulling a light moan out of you. The former Jedi pressed you with his torso against the tiled wall of the bathroom and from such proximity you could feel how hard he is now. How nice to see you again.

-No, no - you started to pull away from the lingering kiss. - You can't do that. It's against the Code. - you ran out of the bathroom, realizing what had just happened and what else could happen. Lord Kenobi just laughed at your words.

-Is kissing against the Code, sweetheart? - the man in the black robes sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. - All these rules, the Code…It's all a lie - Obi-Wan spoke in a calm but confident tone. - How can you comprehend the full power of the Force if you study it only from the Light side? - he took your hand and began to slowly cover it with kisses, moving closer to your shoulder and neck.

-How can I believe you, Obi? If you left me and the Order while I was your padawan? - you looked up at the Sith Lord.

-I was broken. - Lord Kenobi heard his old name from your mouth. That name brought back those memories in him when he was still a Jedi and how much he liked you. It was mutual. But he couldn't afford anything more than a long hug with you. You ripped the Sith out of his memories by pushing him away from you. Standing at the nearest window in the room, you wrapped yourself tightly in a towel.

-You were broken... - you were looking at Coruscant at night. The city was bustling with nightlife. - I was broken - you said it so that he could hear. A single tear rolled down your cheek. Kenobi looked at you in silence. - I was broken. You just left without saying a word. - you turned around, started laughing nervously and tears were pouring out of your eyes. I didn't know what to do, what to feel.

-My little girl - Obi-Wan came over, hugging you tightly. The man began to comfort you by stroking your head.

-Let me go - you were trying to break free from the strong embrace of the Sith Lord. Uselessly.

-I hated you, Obi-Wan. - you snuggled against his chest and buried your face in his tunic. - Do you understand? Then I accepted that you weren't there for me, that I was alone…

- And now, listen to me, Y/N, I have learned the Force and i'm free to love and have attachments. - Sith stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, wiping away your tears/ You teased Obi-Wan only with your looks and your inaccessibility. While you mentally straddled him and tore off his upper tunic, greedily covering his face and neck with kisses. You blamed yourself for that.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and his voice sounded in your head:

''Darling, I hear everything you're thinking'' - a smirk appeared on his face. You immediately blushed with embarrassment. After this reaction, Obi-Wan became more aroused. - Little one, don't you want us to love each other without judgment? - again that burning gaze of golden eyes.

-Perhaps - you clung to the lips of a blond man. At first, the kisses were slow and gentle, but soon turned into passionate and deep. Lord Kenobi picked you up in his arms so that you could wrap your legs around him. The towel on your chest was held only because of the contact of your bodies. Obi-Wan in the guise of a Sith was more persistent than the Jedi Obi-Wan.

A man drew patterns on your naked back and squeezed your hips while you kissed passionately. You instinctively started rubbing your wet pussy against his swollen cock. The Sith dropped the towel on the floor next to the bed while you took off his shirt. He took a sitting position leaning on the soft headboard of the bed. All he had on were his pants.You leaned forward and whispered in his ear: - Put me on your dick, Master Kenobi. I want to feel you inside me. - after these words, you slightly bit your former Master's ear lobe. Your cheeks are flushed. Lord Kenobi was stunned by such obscenity and the title he no longer had. But he didn't have to be asked twice. You get up on your knees and put your hands on the man's shoulders.

-You've grown up so fast, darling. - Kenobi said it right on your lips, and then kissed you again. Lowering his pants, the man gently squeezed your hips, entered you almost to the full length. Thereby causing sweet sounds.

-My dear Obi-Wan, I' ve missed you - you whispered in his face without taking your eyes off the gold in his eyes. For a moment, it seemed to you that lightning flashed in those eyes. You began to move smoothly up and down the entire length of his cock, holding his palms on your boobs.

-Oh, you're feeling so good - Lord Kenobi moaned into your neck - My little girl.

The Sith couldn't stand such a slow pace anymore, so he laid you on your back and his cock went even deeper. The length brought tears to your eyes, you grabbed Obi-Wan by the hair and wrapped your legs around him for better friction. You started whimpering and moaning when he sped up.

-Oh no no no, my dear, Kenobi began to whisper, covering your mouth with his hand. -I want only me to hear your moans. With each word, the man slowed down, making a strong push, completely entering your pussy. A few more strong pushes made you cum.

Melting in the arms of your former Master, you felt a warm wave of bliss cover you. You've been longing for those strong hands.

-Master Kenobi - you called out to the man in a voice hoarse from numerous moans, for a gentle kiss and purred: -I want you to cum for me. - you licked your lips. Glancing at the Sith from under your eyelashes, you took his face in your hands and began to kiss him passionately, turning the man over on his back. Lord Kenobi has really changed. He had more scars and his palms were rougher. He became uninhibited and didn't hold back. But what hasn't changed about him is his almost perfect manners, accent, and well-groomed beard. You began to slowly cover Obi-Wan's neck with kisses. Going down his shoulders, down his chest to his stomach, all the while stroking his big boner.

-I like the way you think, my darling - Kenobi moaned, breathing heavily. You finally got to his groin, you didn't want the Sith to get it all at once. That's why you started playing with him, giving him even more pleasure. - Please, Y/N - Obi growled your name. You just smiled back and continued to lick the tip of his cock, from which the pre-ejaculate was oozing. The man watched you fondle him and moaned. Then you smoothly began to take Obi-Wan's cock in your mouth, swallowing it almost completely. But according to the Sith Lord, it was so slow that he couldn't help himself, grabbed your head and started fucking you in your mouth. You mumbled something in protest.

-Oh, I can't stand your games anymore, sweetheart - he purred. The accelerated pace brought tears to your eyes, but at the same time you were incredibly pleased. With a final groan, Obi-Wan Kenobi came in your mouth. The hot liquid was enveloping your throat. All disheveled and almost exhausted, you collapsed onto the soft sheets, Obi-Wan lay down next to you.

-You're so beautiful, Y/N - the man said, rising on his elbow to look at you. You just grunted in response.

-Tell me, what's going to happen next? - you looked up into Lord Kenobi's golden eyes.

-Come with me - Sith suggested, playing with your nipples. - We will be together again. I will teach you the knowledge of the Dark side of the Force. Your gaze became serious, and you sat up on the bed, tucking your legs under you. You covered your body with a sheet, reflecting on the words of this man.

- Obi-Wan, i do not know what answer to give you. - you took the Sith by the hand and pulled him to take the same position as you.

-I don't want to lose you again…

-And you won't. - Kenobi interrupted you by cupping your face in his hands.

-We can be together away from the Jedi Order… and from the Sith. Like ordinary people. - you looked hopefully into the man's golden eyes, while there was not a single emotion on his face. There was silence in the room. There was doubt in Lord Kenobi's aura. The silence was interrupted by a gentle kiss from the man.

-I would do anything for you, darling. I love you. - he said right into your mouth. You continued the kiss

-I know, Obi, I know.

[cluelessgurl]

Give In

A/N: Okay so I have not written something this long in a hot minute sooo... please ignore any mistakes or let me know and I will fix them. I wrote this after listening to a couple of songs and then got inspired mainly ‘Shameless’ by Camilla Cabello if you want to listen to it I’d recommend towards the end . lmao enjoy :)

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Female Reader

Warnings: A bit of fluff, a heap load of angst, long separation, reunion and implied smut. 

Words: 2.6K

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Your whole life, you’ve known him. The day that you first laid your eyes on the Jedi temple, you laid eyes on him. He remembers meeting you a few weeks after arriving at the temple himself, you timidly peered at him whilst slightly hiding behind your masters robes. Master Windu never really approved of him from the start yet, Obi- Wan thought it wise for him to make friends and be among his peers at the temple, so your master hesitantly obliged.

‘My name's Anakin, what's yours?’ he enquired trying to conceal his own shyness with a grin; he never really spoke to many pretty girls back at Tatooine let alone at the temple. Ironically, you thought he was rather confident for a young boy, which encouraged you to match his grin ‘I’m Y/N, nice to meet you’. Anakin now smirked and held out his hand, which you shook ‘Y/N..I think we’re going to be great friends’.

Little did you both know that your friendship would blossom even further. Further than the boundary of the code would ever allow. It’s a bit trivial really, how could your masters let the two of you grow together, become a constant in each other's lives, until it really became one life shared by two souls and not expect an attachment to form. Years of training, shedding laughter, tears and blood in missions. So much so that you anticipated every move and very word the other would conjure in their mind. Yet both of you remained utterly clueless of the brewing sense of affection that swelled in your hearts since the days you were mere padawans sneaking out at night to stare at the Coruscanti stars in the courtyard to Jedi knights fighting for each other’s lives in the frontlines of the battle against the Separatists.

‘ANAKIN!!’ you didn’t care if you were in the line of fire right now, you could not give a damn ‘R-Rex I need you to handle this please, please’ you voice trembled as you spoke into your comm ‘Yes Sir’ he knew you had just seen him cornered and shot down, he knew you needed to be by his side. ‘Anakin you need to wake up right this second’ you controlled the tears brimming in your eyes, not daring to let even one shed because if you did you had accepted the worst. ‘Anakin GET UP’ you uttered firmly, shaking his form on the rocky floor continually for what felt like hours. He made no attempt to move or even open those blue eyes of his so you closed your own. Finally, the tears shed down your face, you laid your head on his chest trying to hear his heart ‘A-Anakin stop this please.. Just stop’ you spoke between sobs his life force was nowhere to be detected ‘I cant feel you! Stop please don’t do this to me’ ‘I CAN’T FEEL YOU’ you bellowed into his neck repeatedly.Throughout the years of fighting in this godforsaken war you had faced torture by the hands of your captors time and time againbut this, this was something beyond any pain your body ever was built to withstand, this felt as though your own heart didn’t beat, given the choice you would endure years of physical torture by the cruelest hands over this. This was pain that struck from the tip of your feet to the top of your head, rippling again and again.  You gripped his arms and held them as tight as a rope and sobbed as you shook vigorously , strands of his long hair on his limp head now shaking too. ‘ I refuse to live knowing I failed to save you! I refuse’ you didn't want to face not having the opportunity to hear his voice dampen the dark thoughts you carried in your head, not being able to see his signature smirk that you had found so annoying before but now when you look back on it, you remember how his eyes at the corners of his face would crinkle when he would smile or smirk,  how his presence was the closest thing you had ever felt to home so warm so soothing, how you loved the sound of his laughter especially if you made it happen. No. No. You could not give in to this, this can't happen. You forced your pained body to sit up, your knees now cut up by the shards of rock and shrapnel now pushing into you knees as you bent, forcing all the pain behind you closed you tear soaked eyes and called out into the force and pulled each and every corner of its unfathomable depth and did your utmost best to soak it in and push it out towards Anakin’s body. It was the greatest plea for mercy you had ever attempted, it had to work. It has to. He’s the chosen one, he’s the order’s most powerful, he’s the most valiant knight in this war…he’s your Anakin .It has to work.

The silence that followed was deafening despite the marching of the droids and the yelling of your troops in the background. It left your chest heaving. He made no movement. You tightly shut the lids of your eyes, gripping your hair so hard it might rip out and turn your head facing away from his form. But- but you had felt the exhausting intensity of the force within you,  so much so you swore you felt your own life force being pulled towards him like strands of thread being ripped from cloth. You swore you felt it.

Just as more tears flew out your lids, you were forced to turn your head in a flash. You felt a grip on your arm. ‘Y-y/N..’ his timid voice uttered from his bleeding lips. You felt as though you had regained your ability to breathe ‘Anakin.. You’re really here? That's you right?’ There was a moment of silence as he found his words, finding it difficult to move much  until he spoke again ‘Well who else would it be?’ he spoke sarcastically. How he’s able to maintain his humour in a moment like this is truly beyond you . You bitterly scoffed ‘Guess your sense of humour survived’ you smiled through your tears just glad to see his own toothy grin etched on his scarred face ‘You’re no where near funny though, I’m sick of the stunts you pull’ ‘Y/N’ he interrupted but you continued  ‘I swear to the maker I’m so done with you’ ‘Y/N’  I’m telling the council to keep me away from you’ you rambled ‘Y/N listen to me!’ ‘What?!’ you replied frustrated as you finally found it within yourself to look him in the eyes, you immediately melted. ‘I’m in love with you.. And you’re right I’m stupid for waiting this long to know it and letting it get this far, I felt your pain, I felt everything and I still feel you within me I think I always will, I don't ever not want to feel it again, I’m so utterly in love with you’.  As soon as he finished, you did not leave it even a second to give in, give into the urge you both knew you nurtured over the years and you kissed him, it was the most beautiful culmination of the closest bond Y/N and Anakin had ever had, they were finally one. It was soft and tender, both their bodies intertwined ‘I love you too, more than anything or anyone in this whole galaxy, I love you’ you breathed out. The biggest smiles that had ever decorated their faces, hands tightly held. Their love was not bound or complicated anymore.

Until it was. ‘Jedi Knight L/N, step away from Skywalker immediately.’ the sharp voice of your master tore through your ears. You looked up to see him and Master Kenobi looking down at both of your figures tightly woven. Rex must have called for back-up as soon as you told him to take over, knowing the battle was too much for the troops to handle alone. Both you and Anakin had been so immersed in one another you had not felt the familiar presence of your masters, but both of you knew that they had witnessed your admission of love. All of it. ‘You both have disgraced all that the Jedi Order stands for, you have acted selfishly, unrepentantly indulging in the apparent attachment you have formed, almost jeopardising the Republic and the war.’ As their harsh expressions stared at you, you both peered at each other, looking into his deep blue eyes whilst Anakin focused on yours.

And that was the last time in a year you had seen them and he had seen yours. They told you that you should be grateful that you had not been expelled, that you should be grateful that you had been forgiven. It didn't feel like a relief, it felt a punishment. The most cruel one at that. Never had you been kept apart like this, the first separation you had faced since your padawan days, like a tree torn from its roots. The council kept both of you busy with one gruelling mission after another consecutively, systems apart.

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After a particularly harrowing mission from Hadros the Republic frontier, Anakin was  finally sent back ‘home’ to Coruscant. The war seemed so mechanical now. He felt no different than the droids, sent to fight as though it was automated. What was the meaning of it all if you were supposed to fight for it but not care for it, no attachments. His head reminded him yet again. Obi- Wan insisted he sympathised with him yet he had drilled this further into his mind after.. He didn’t let his mind wander to her. It was too painful. Ever since that day on the battle of Caraxes, where you brought his essence to life, he had felt a tight tether to you. He meant what he said, he felt everything she had felt, her pain, her tears. He believes the force has tied a knot, intertwining him and you. A part of Y/N in him. He swears sometimes, he hears whispers of your voice in his mind when he’s in pain, which has only happened more now that he's kept apart from you. He shuffled restlessly in the bed of his quarters, sleep has not been a familiar friend of his, your memories on the other hand, had been. He needed to attempt to control his qualms so he decided to take a familiar walk in the temple, in the quiet safety of the night.

Your ship the Custodian, had just arrived back to Coruscant deep into the night after it had sustained unmanageable damage. This particular battle had taken a heavy toll on your troops and especially on you. The  war had caused so much loss, and taken too many lives. This battle had taken the lives of a large part of your troops, their deaths had hit you to the core of your being. Death ever since Caraxes, had the most scarring effect on your mind, every death you witnessed, was a callous reminder of him.. his memories constantly haunted you. Coming back here on top of the heavy feelings you carried was inexplicably painful. The temple carried far too many memories you two had shared. Joyful ones, a stark contrast to the memories you had made since the day you parted. Your mind felt so burdened by the past year and this mission that your mind was brimming with dark thoughts.You needed a release, you felt yourself wanting to cry and so you found your feet wandering to the familiarity of the temple courtyard. It was a stormy night filled with lighting and relentless rain, which is rare for Coruscant, ‘but I guess that conceals the very obvious tears falling from my face’, you pondered, ‘At least the maker has shown mercy’. You found yourself in the centre of the courtyard, pulling your lightsaber out to release some tension by training, it's the nearest thing to a distraction you had found along the way.  The deep blue hue reflected on the drenched ground, as your tunic became further damp. The swift, violent strike of the saber whooshing against the whistling wind. Your wet hair swayed messily, tears mixing within the rain as the force grasped for your attention. You swore you felt his presence, but you dismissed it as a cruel deceit of your mind. It had been tormenting you with his voice every now and then, almost taunting you for being torn apart. You continued.

Anakin paced, evidently on edge as the rain poured and the wind roared, his eyes roamed aimlessly until a clear blue hue similar to his own in the distance caught his eye. He felt himself impulsively walking towards it with no care for the rain that now dripped down his face and soaked his battle-worn armour. He wandered as slow as his legs would allow, scared to face the possibility that his mind had yet again betrayed him. Yet when his eyes fell on her figure, skillfully striking her saber just the way he had become accustomed to all these years, he stopped dead in his tracks, she was beautiful. Although his mind should be racing with thoughts, her being in such close proximity to him quietened every thought he had plaguing his mind in the past, he became focused on the  present, a present with her, as he yet again made steps towards her .

Shivers envelop her, as his hands slowly ghost down her arms. A soft stroke, that both could never allow to be a mere memory. Y/N let out a hushed gasp, goosebumps appearing as her eyes closed, soaking in the feeling of his touch. He had been deprived of her and now as he heard her gasps under his touch he was desperate to hold her in his arms as close to his firm as physically possible. His mind wandered to avenues they had never dared venture to, it was a cavernous desire forged by his relentless yearning for her. It became explicit to her that his mere presence was intoxicating, the type of intoxication that forces one to relinquish any morals, any code that confines them. She turned to face him steadily, looking at his eyes,  still the familiar blue that reminded her of home, but  darkened with thoughts she wasn’t trained to comprehend. After a distance of systems, now remained inches in between us, through the sound of the cracks of lightning that lit up both their faces in intervals and the heavy pattering of rain,  the two could discern a dense tension in the air as deep, sharp breaths were drawn between them that could be felt  on their faces. As she glimpsed at his rain dripped lips and he did hers both their voices echoed in the bond of their tied minds. ‘I want you to give in’. These whispers were electrifying so much so, that they both truly gave in, closing the gap that had been created in between by the same order that intertwined their souls from the first day they met when timid smiles were shared between the two. Now, their bond had grown far beyond the boundaries set as  Anakin gripped her face with an unwillingness to ever let go again and clashed his soft lips hungrily against hers. Y/N roped her arms around his arms just as tightly as she had that day he almost left her side forever, making sure to never let go again no matter the order, the restrictions that had trapped them their whole lives. They both didn’t care if they were forgiven.