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tennessoui · 7 months

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wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought.

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved.

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows.

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

#omg i went to tag this obikin and then realized that it's like #only obikin implied #it's finally a canon compliant until the last scene of rots fic from me :0 #anyway #obikin #fuck it it felt weird lol it's the fic where obi-wan decides to raise luke #and talks to him to keep from going insane in the first few months after the war ends #because he's a baby so he wont be able to repeat or remember anything #so obi-wan can just get a whole lot off of his chest #and then luke sort of vaguely remembers that obi-wan is in love with his dad later #not because he ever said it but because he felt all that love in the force as a baby #the last angsty thing i write for february!!

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tonowaritrash · 1 year

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okay okay i read the fic with rough dom tono and whewwww um, that got me in a chokehold. but hear me out though, the same plot but it’s with ronal, and he’s a mean dom. basically the same smut plot buttt for background plot ronal was being a brat; she hangs out with her friend thats a guy and tono gets jealous, but he accidentally says “if you like him so much then i bet he can please you.” ronal gets defensive out of shock and says sarcastically that it would be better than riding his small dick (when she knows he’s huge compared to her and still cant take him). That only fuels his “anger” so he throws her over his shoulder and doesn’t go easy on her. He’s manhandling her, degrading her, throat fucking her (dick and fingers), spanking her, pulling her hair/tail (you can add more ofc if you want). And that man has a size kink with her. Pressing on her tummy when the bulge shows. He doesn’t stop until he breeds her, breaks her and marks her as his. (And thats how she got pregnant LMAO)

trying to keep this in character was a bit hard lol.

pairing: tonowari x ronal

tags: jealous tonowari, mean tonowari, dirty talk, manhandling, degradation, spanking, p in v sex, just general filth

minors dni

tonowari prided himself for his patience.

being olo’eyktan wasn’t easy, and there were days he was sure he would snap. sometimes things just didn’t go the way he’d wanted, sometimes younger hunters fooled around against his orders and made grave mistakes, sometimes the ocean just wasn’t on his side. but he took it all in stride. things were bound to go wrong and the nature of his job was to figure out solutions. being patient played a key role in doing that effectively.

knowing ronal would be home to welcome him, too, helped him plenty. knowing she would massage the aches and pains away, would listen intently and offer her wisdom when he confided in her, it was comforting. it became the highlight of his day.

but sometimes…rarely, mind you, it felt he reached his limit. and those moments with ronal became all the more important. like today, for example.

the hunt was a disaster. an unexpected storm blew in and the ocean’s current was just a bit too strong and swept away some of the younger, less experienced hunters. he’d led a search party to find them, and luckily they did after hours of looking. one had cut her knee along a jagged rock, though, and needed urgent care.

it was stressful, it had gotten infected so quickly. they got home but the herbs needed just weren’t in stock. and there just wasn’t enough food to give her the strength she needed.

ronal, their tsahik, his wife, was nowhere to be found and he was besides himself. where exactly was she? someone needed her help. it just wasn’t like her to just disappear without a trace.

eclipse had long since swept over the tribe when he’d heard the sound of rustling bushes from the forest. it was accompanied by laughter he recognised. and another that he did not.

ronal emerged with a basket full of leaves, and next to her was…someone. it was hard to recognise just who he was in the faint light of the eclipse, but it didn’t matter. did she really run off with him?

tonowari’s jaw clenched as he saw them quickly make their way to the hut that ekala, the injured hunter was residing. he followed and watched as ronal said a prayer as she burned some of the leaves and waved the smoke about the room. next to her, the man was grinding them along with other herbs into a paste.

“no, no,” she said. “circular, like this.”

she guided his hands in the motion needed. he was an apprentice then, that’s probably why tonowari didn’t recognise him at first.

he waited as she put the paste in the wound and let ekala drink some water. “you must rest. turek will be here all night to take care of you.”

tonowari followed her out after she gathered her things. his anger was simmering, but he kept it under control. ronal said nothing as she walked to a spring, probably to bathe for the night. once they were far enough away from the village, however, he grabbed her wrist.

“where were you?”

ronal turned, surprised at the aggression. “one of your search party had returned earlier than the others to tell us of ekala’s injuries. i rushed out with turek to get the herbs we needed since the storm had washed away most of them.”

“you should’ve been here. he could have gone alone.”

he said this with such poison that ronal stepped back. “he’s still learning. differentiating between herbs is a difficult task. it would not have been wise.”

“so you thought it wise to go into the forest alone with him? and you come out giggling together?”

now ronal was annoyed. “speak plainly, tonowari. what is this about?”

“you held his hands. just now, in the medical hut.”

“he’s my apprentice!”

“an apprentice you chat and make jokes with?”

ronal’s eyes were storm clouds. “he’s good company. and certainly better than you are right now, at least.”

“good company,” he echoed with a humourless laugh. “you’re practically riding his dick.”

ronal’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “when you’re acting like this, i might as well.”

there was no knife, but tonowari felt as though he’d been pierced.

ronal’s hard expression wavered slightly at his silence. her eyes thawed. “tono—”

he picked her up roughly and tossed her over his shoulders with a growl. “now you’ve done it, you slut.”

he’d knocked the wind out of her and she gasped, feeling the sharp sting of his hand on her ass.

they were moving away from the village and ronal slowly realised they were going to the spring she was planning to bathe in. it was in a cave on a cliff, a little ways in and lit up by some soft, bioluminescent moss and glowing stones.

tonowari threw her down on some of the moss now, and she watched as some of the pollen from the plants that lived there burst around them. it was pretty, and normally she would have admired it but nothing could distract her from the truth that she was in for the punishment of her life.

her clothes were ripped off, sounds of beads being scattered along the rocks echoing throughout the cave. tonowari tugged her hair up so she was kneeling in front of him and she winced as he studied her under the faint glow of the light.

there was a jealous rage in his eyes, a kind ronal seldom saw, even less so directed at her. but there was something else in there, something more primal. a hunger.

she shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. tonowari watched her in fascination, saw how her nipples hardened, how her mouth opened, how she rubbed her thighs together slightly. his own arousal increased and he could feel it straining against the cloth that covered him.

he stood up and took it off, freeing himself. then, without warning, he grabbed ronal’s hair again and thrusted himself into her open mouth, feeling her gag on his length as it touched the back of her throat.

he swore, pushing more in. “fuckin’ take it.”

he felt her moan as he fucked her mouth. his girth was almost too much for her. almost. he felt her grip his thighs for dear life as he continued to plow himself into her mouth. “only a cockslut like you would enjoy choking on my dick like this.”

tears pricked her eyes as he quickened the pace.

he released her and she coughed, almost falling into the ground if he hadn’t caught her. he flipped her over so she had her ass up for him and he grabbed one of her arms, stretching behind her. with the other he gripped her hips and drove himself into her soaking folds.

she yelped, squirming and trying to rub her clit, but couldn’t. he slapped her hard at this.

“don’t you fucking dare.”

he slapped her again, rubbing where her teal skin was now becoming purple and warm.

she came then, gasping and writhing and from the overstimulation, but he didn’t relent. his grip on her ass and wrist tightened bruisingly.

tonowario pulled out before standing again flipping ronal over. he hoisted her and she caught his shoulders with her arms before he thrust into her again with a moan.

his arms wrapped around her thighs as he fucked her against the moss of the cave wall. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the cave. ronal moaned, begging to cum again.

“shut up,” he growled, putting his fingers into her mouth. she almost gagged on them as he put them down her throat but quickly recovered.

“you’re a slut for my cock and fingers,” he said. “look at you.”

she moaned around him, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she spasmed around his cock. tonowari felt his cock get wet and looked down to see that her cunt had drenched him. he pulled out, tip barely grazing her entrance.

“fuck,” he said softly. “you really are a slut.”

she nodded, unable to do much else but tonowari was far from finished.

“that why you wanted another man’s attention? to get me to fuck you like this?”

he slammed into ronal again and her back arched, exposing the bulge of his cock.

he maneuvered her once more, this time him standing above her with only her head and upper back on a mossy rock while the rest was lifted up and her legs were above his shoulders.

he fucked her again, watching as his dick pressed up against her. it unlocked some primal part of him, to see ronal like this. panting, gasping, choking, begging as his dick filled her over and over.

“you wanted to make me jealous so i could fuck you like the slut you are,” he growled. “wanted me to remind you who this cunt—” slap! “—belongs to.”

the slap to her clit made her cry out. tonowari didn’t care whether it was from pleasure or pain. he was sure ronal didn’t care either.

“who does this cunt belong to?”

“y-you,” her voice was weak and hoarse.

“i said,” he slapped her twice more, “who does this cunt belong to?”

“you! you, tonowari,” she said through sobs. “only you. please don’t stop. please, please.”

he gripped her tightly at the sound of his name, at her pleas. they only spurred him on.

��that’s fucking right,” he said through gritted teeth. “gonna fuck another baby into you to remind all the other men that you’re mine.”

he dropped her lower back into the moss and threw one of her legs over his shoulder. this position offered far deeper penetration and ronal cried out, not even able to form words.

he rubbed her clit and ronal came a third time as he emptied himself into her, coating her fluttering walls. he continued, fucking his seed into her thoroughly, making good on his promise to breed her.

with one final thrust he pulled out, watching in fascination as the mixture of their juices steadily poured out. with two fingers, he scooped some of shoved it back inside.

ronal twitched at the contact, legs still trembling as she panted, now completely fucked out of her senses.

tonowari kissed her inner thigh and rubbed it, noticing the finger shaped bruises along her hips.

“got carried away,” he muttered now, trailing his fingers across them. “m’sorry.”

ronal shook her head. “that was…that was just what i needed. though, i had no idea you could get so jealous.”

“me neither.”

“he is just a friend, you know.”

“i know.”

she slumped back, looking at the mossy wall above. “sorry about what i said. i didn’t think it would hurt you so.”

he chuckled and kissed her hand. “s’okay. let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk at home.”

ronal nodded lamely and let tonowari pick her up. it was good that the spring was right there.

#atwow #avatar the way of water #atwow tonowari #atwow ronal #atwow smut #avatar smut #ronal #tonowari x ronal #tonowari #ask box #y’all are down bad for rough dom tonowari #i was gonna write about the pregnancy but it felt so out of place so i implied it lol

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