#sith!obi wan x reader

[theatrelove3000]

You’re On Your Own, Kid

This is the first Obi-Wan fic I have posted, let alone let someone other than two close friends read. It took me three months of no time, energy, or inspiration to finish this, but it’s finally done, and I am actually really proud of it. I am thinking about expanding this, depending on the time I have and the inspiration as it comes. Let me know if you like this and want to see more!

Sith! Obi-Wan x former padawan reader

Warnings: I suck at warnings. Uhhh, dark side, mentions of death, maybe manipulation, kissing but only a little, canon violence (dude gets an arm cut off), lightsabers, Sith! Obi. I think that is it. The reader was his padawan but they didn’t start training together until she was already an adult. The reader wears a dress but I don’t think I used pronouns?  Lmk if I missed anything else.

Summary: When your master suddenly falls into the darkness, you are left alone to be subject to the watchful, judging, mistrusting eyes of the Jedi Council. It’s one thing to lose a master, you’ve lost one before Obi. It’s something else to lose the man you love. Especially when you can still hear his whispers. 

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s You’re On Your Own, Kid! Recommend listening while reading this

Three months, two weeks, and six days.

That's how long it's been since you last saw Obi Wan. He'd go on missions that could be that long, or longer, but this time stretch was harder because you know he isn't coming back. Obi Wan is gone. He left the order. He abandoned you. 

At least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

You try to stay upset and hurt about it but it's becoming more difficult by the day. Watching your master walk away from the only home and family he ever knew was a major shock to everyone. He always preached about how the Jedi Order was good, right, and peaceful, yet suddenly, he was gone after causing quite the stir in a council meeting.

He had come back to your shared apartment and marched right over to you, grabbed you by your elbow and drew you into his chest. He was always more physically affectionate with you but this was something different. Something unsettling. He had wrapped you in a tight hug, breathing in the scent of you before dropping his head and whispering one thing in your ear. 

"My chains are broken. The force has freed me."

And then he was gone.

It was explained to you later that your master had fallen and you were to be reassigned to complete your training. You had been set to take your trials for your knighthood in a few weeks but due to Obi Wan's sudden switch to the dark side, they feared you harbored the same beliefs he revealed he had to the council. 

Your new master is… for lack of a better word, an ass. She is your third master. Your first one, who had selected you at a young age, died a few years back. Obi Wan decided to complete your training, since you were just three or four years from knighthood, already an adult. This new master is short and cold and uncaring. You had just been through a rapid and difficult transition and she held no compassion in her eyes, only wariness and dislike. She didn't trust you. 

No one did now. All the friends you had no longer speak to you because they fear you are unstable and dangerous. You never showed signs of leaning into the dark side but because Obi Wan fell, you also must be dark. His apprentice. Only Anakin still speaks to you. Occasionally, Master Yoda invites you to meditate with him as well, though you suspect he is doing so to check on your signature. Master Yoda is a kind and gentle soul but he must be wary. You understand. Sort of. 

It isn't until the heat of summer fades and cool winter winds start to blow that you start to hear him.

My darling.

Little dove.

Sweet one.

Angel.

The terms of endearment your master used to call you whisper through your mind, as though he were right behind you. You feel his presence when you're alone and see him in your dreams. You'd thought if you dreamed of him, they'd be nightmares but they aren't. They're sweet dreams. Almost memories but with slight changes.

Mornings after nightmares when you'd wake in his bed wrapped in his embrace, though he lets his hands wander more. Presses kisses to your neck and shoulders. Messing up on purpose during training so he'd have to wrap his arms around you to fix your form but he stands far closer, holding you tightly to his body. 

You knew you loved him before he left but he never showed signs of returning the feeling. It wasn't until he was gone that the signs appeared. For a while, you thought it was just your mind grieving the loss of him. That is, until he comes to you. 

~~~~~

Anakin manages to convince the council that you need to get out of the temple, take on a mission again. He's always been persuasive, though at first the council wasn't inclined to grant his request. Through many meetings and solid evidence that you're not like Obi Wan, they allow it on the condition that he keeps you in his line of sight at all times. He agrees readily and tells you to pack a bag. 

After explaining the mission, he takes you to Padme so she can help you find a dress. You're attending a gala the senate is holding in order to ease tensions, though with the way the galaxy is now it will only raise them. 

That's how you find yourself standing in a big ballroom wearing a long sleeve, floor length dress. Despite the dress still being modest compared to the other women around you, you still feel exposed. Your Jedi robes leave everything up to imagination but this dress does not. It's more form fitting and accentuates certain parts of your body in a very flattering way, while still being conservative.

"My, my. What have we here? Did you lose your way, Little dove?"

The voice makes you freeze. You spin around, looking for the owner but see no one. You shake your head, hoping to rid yourself of the panic and hope that had appeared with the voice.

"Did you stray too far from home? Do you need help finding the path?"

You know his voice better than you know your own. He's here somewhere. You can feel his eyes on you even if you can't see him.

You turn slightly, searching the crowd for Anakin. He's talking with some of the senators, Padme by his side. He's occupied.

You start walking.

Letting yourself out of the ballroom, you wander through the halls of the massive building the gala is being held in. You had seen a terrace when you first arrived and been escorted in. There it is. You open the doors and step out into the cool night air. 

You don't hear him as he follows you or as he shuts the doors to the terrace. You don't hear him take the last few strides necessary to stand behind you, closing the distance between you. The only sign that you were correct is the feeling of his hands on your hips. They're warm and strong and certain, just as they always were.

"My Little Dove." His greeting is whispered into your hair just above your ear.

"Master-"

"I am not your master any more, my darling." He interrupts you, his voice sending goosebumps down your arms. "I am simply a being you meet in your travels as a pawn in a game your side can't win. I am only a man who has missed you very dearly."

You take a deep breath, praying your voice won't shake as you respond, "you wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't gone."

The hum he gives in response is deep, seemingly coming from low in his chest. "It was time for me to go. I hope you can understand. Places to be and people to see, you know."

"You left me. You abandoned me like everyone else." 

He tightens his grip on your hips, fingers digging into them. "I did not abandon you. I never left you, Little Dove. I was always there, always watching. It may have been from a distance but you were never alone."

You try to control your emotions, keep your cool, "Your leaving the Order has shown me I have always been on my own. I didn't choose this life, Obi Wan. It was thrust upon me before I was at an age that I could understand it. I don't remember the sound of my mother's voice. I don't know my father's name."

"I didn't choose it either, darling. Very few of us did. To be entirely honest with you, I dreamed of leaving and yet I stayed. Do you know why, my Little Dove?" His fingers are tracing up your sides delicately, never straying into areas he has not gained permission to touch. 

Your voice cracks a bit as you respond, "Why, Obi?"

"I stayed because I needed to be around you. Your presence is my vise, your signature is, simply put, addictive to me. It was inappropriate for me to have the feelings I do for you while you trained under me so I kept them at bay as best I could." His nose grazes your temple as he speaks, the edge of his beard lightly scratching your cheekbone as he speaks, "I didn't do as good a job as I thought. Those around us began questioning our relationship. They said horrible things that I will never allow to reach your innocent ears. I could have killed anyone who ever said anything nasty about you. I still can. All you have to do is ask."

Your breathing falters, though you can't tell if it's from fear or shock or something else. If he catches it, he doesn't say a word. "I don't want that. Murder is still wrong, no matter where you stand politically."

"Ah, but don't you see, my Little Dove? I don't wish to kill for political reasons. I kill for you. Anyone who ever hurt you deserves to go."

"You're frightening me, Master," you whisper shakily. He responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.

"I do not wish for you to fear me, my love. I only want to protect you, to keep you safe. I can continue to do that from afar as I have been these three months. Or… you could come with me." He keeps his voice low, fingers stroking your sides delicately.

"Where? Where would you take me?"

"Home, Little Dove. I will take you home."

You close your eyes, feeling your resolve beginning to crumble. Suddenly the warmth of your former master against your back is gone. You turn and he's nowhere to be seen. The only sign that you did not imagine it is the phantom feeling of his hands on you. 

"All you have to do is call for me, my Little Dove. I'll come to save you from your golden cage." 

Suddenly you hear your name being called. It takes you a moment to register that it's Anakin's voice. He sounds a little worried. You turn all the way around for the first time since stepping onto the balcony. You use the force to open the doors.

"I'm here, Ani"

His head snaps to face you at your voice and he quickly makes his way over to you, "I've been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing out here?"

"It was a little stuffy in there. I just needed some air. I'm sorry if I worried you. I didn't think I'd be gone long." You let him lead you back inside. Instead of taking you back to the ballroom, he escorts you outside where Padme is waiting.

"It's fine. I'm just glad I didn't lose you. That… would not have looked good on me." He laughs a little, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly, "it's time for us to head out. We're going to be escorting the senator to her suite in the hotel and then going to our room."

"Yes, Master Skywalker," you bow slightly dramatically, tone dripping in sarcasm.

He laughs, rolls his eyes at your playfulness and shoves your shoulder as you start walking, both of you flanking Padme. 

~~~~~

And that's how it began.

You start answering him when he whispers into your mind. You didn't even see him that night but you know it was real. Even if it wasn't, you hope that you continue to hear him. You start feeling him as well. You even catch hints of his scent from time to time. Always when you need him the most.

Those moments became more and more common. The weight of arms around you in those few blissful moments between sleep and wakefulness make you think of him. He whispers encouragement as you train with your new master, even the occasional reminder to help you correct your form or a suggestion to make a motion easier for you. He's still helping to train you. Apparently your four years with him didn't make him sick of teaching you.

It's your next off-world mission that starts to cause your foundation to crumble.

Anakin had convinced Master Windu that he could take you off-world with himself and Ahsoka instead of being with your own master. It was a simple mission. Get into the separatist base, steal the information, get out. 

When is anything ever that simple?

Your cover was blown quickly and it doesn't take long to realize this was a trap. You are separated from Anakin and Ahsoka somewhere in the crossfire between your troops and the battle druids. You find yourself in an empty hallway alone, not even a clone behind you.

Looking around, you move back towards the way you came, only to realize you are more than a little lost in this base. You reach out your signature to find Anakin but are met with a different signature. Another, more familiar one.

Obi Wan.

Before you can take a moment to think it through, you're running towards it. You chase the warm, blue signature you've grown oh so attached to deeper into the base. When you reach a door that you can feel him behind, you pause. Pressing your palm flat against the cool metal, you reach out again. Reaching for him. He responds by tangling his signature with yours, but doesn't open the door. You hear a click and realize it's the lock. He unlocked the door. The door still doesn't open. He's giving you the choice. It almost makes you cry.

He is giving you the option to reach him. He isn't forcing you into anything, simply waiting to see how you decide. The Order never does that. All they do is command and demand and give expectations to meet. It's exhausting. You're tired. You miss him. 

"Obi?" You whisper to the door. As a response, you hear a small thud on the door as he presses his hand to it where yours is. You can feel the pressure of his power through the door. He whispers your name back to you.

"I'm frightened," you feel your eyes start to water, voice breaking softly, "I just want you."

"I know, my darling. It's alright if you are not ready yet. I'll wait for you. I'll wait an eternity for you." His voice is louder than yours, but not by much. You want to open the door but can't bring yourself to do it. He can feel it. You know he can. His signature brushes over yours gently again, soothing you. He was always good at that.

"I have to go, Master. I'm sorry. I need to find Anakin." 

"It's alright, Little Dove. I'll be with you. Always."

You nod and take another moment of weakness before pulling away and running the way you came. It takes you twenty minutes to find Anakin and Ahsoka again. As you reappear, Ahsoka crashes into you, hugging you tight.

"Are you okay!? Your comms weren't working. We've been calling you and sent troops to find you but we couldn't! What happened? Where did you go?"

You push Ahsoka back to look her into her eyes, holding her shoulders. "It's okay. I'm fine. I got lost in the hallways. The droids were coming from that way so I handled it. I just got confused on my way back to you. All the halls look so similar."

You try cracking a joke as you notice Anakin watching you cautiously. He knows something. Looking over, you cast what you hope is a charming smile in his direction. He nods and gives a small smile in return but still looks concerned, though you can't tell if it's for you or because of you. 

When you return to the Temple, the council convenes to be briefed on the mission. Anakin credits you with destroying a majority of the Droid squadron within the base. The council seems to be a mixture of impressed and put off by this news. You're not surprised.

You feel nothing for them anymore. They don't do anything but cause more problems for you and those around you. Most Jedi would say the most dangerous feeling to have is hatred. Some say anger. Others will tell you that hope is the worst thing to feel, especially in this war.

No. The most dangerous thing a Jedi can feel is indifference. Indifference causes one to not have loyalty to those they have been sworn to. With anger or hatred or even hope, it shows one still feels attached to something. With indifference, it is not so.

Your indifference is what Obi Wan was waiting for. 

~~~~~

The next mission you are sent on is the one that sends you over the edge. 

It's another gala you are to attend, this time undercover as a senator's aid. The moment you arrive, you reach out for Obi Wan. You search the room with your eyes and your signature, praying to the Maker that he is there.

As the evening progresses, you stop looking for him. You become distracted by doing your job, working the crowd and getting more information you've been sent to collect. Though the council has seemed to develop more trust in you over the last couple of months, they don't trust you entirely. You have another Jedi with you to keep an eye on you. You don't remember his name, and it doesn't particularly matter to you anyway. He's just a security measure to protect the Order. 

"Pardon me for interrupting, Senator Gunray. I was hoping I might ask this lovely young lady for this dance." His voice drips across your ears like bacta over a burn. Your posture relaxes as the senator you were speaking with bows out gracefully, promising to speak with you again later.

You turn and finally see the man you've dreamt of for five whole months, though if you're honest, it's been longer than that. He looks dashing in his white suit and cape. As your eyes trail up from his chest, you catch the hairs of his auburn beard lift as he smiles at you. You see that smile next, the shining and slightly arrogant one you grew used to throughout your few years of training with him.

He reserves this smile for you. The one that shows his pride but also a glimmer of praise for you. He softens whenever he sees you, even if it's isn't noticeable to anyone else. It always was to you. He was a good and kind master, but a better friend. In this smile, you see your friend. 

You raise your eyes to meet his and your breath catches. The cerulean ocean you are used to seeing is gone, replaced by molten gold, framed by dark lashes, which seem darker than they used to. Maybe it's just your imagination.

"Remember to breathe, Little Dove. I fear you will pass out if you don't."

You let out a small huff of a laugh as you smile and glance down to your feet. You see him lift his hand to under your chin, raising your eyes back to his. You can see him searching your face for something. He must find it or you are imagining it because he draws away again, offering you his arm to take.

"I believe I offered you a dance, my love. May I have one?"

"Yes, my lord." He leads you out onto the floor. A waltz starts not long after he pulls you into position. As you dance, he keeps you closer to his body than the other partners on the floor. You don't mind, letting yourself melt into his arms for the first time in several months.

Obi Wan was the one who taught you to dance. He had been trying to help you learn to make your movements smoother, more choreographed as you dueled. You kept making jagged, uncoordinated movements that caused you to lose your footing or leave an open spot for someone to strike. Obi had taken your Saber, tossed it and his own to the side, then pulled you in gently. He kept a respectable amount of space between you as he placed your hand on his shoulder and his own on your waist, holding your opposite hand. And he taught you to dance. Slowly, you got the hang of it and he moved back into the forms you were learning. You never lost to him in a duel again.

The dance sessions became almost a regular occurrence. He'd hug you when you were upset and slowly rock you, letting it turn into a silly little dance to make you smile and giggle. He'd kiss your head and twirl you just to make you squeal or blush. Those are his fondest memories of being in the order.

"I have a question for you, Darling."

"I will answer anything you ask of me, Darth Nighte," you respond without hesitation.

He grins widely and lets out a laugh. "You always have, haven't you? My good girl."

You blush slightly and look away from him to hide it. He doesn't like that. He lifts your chin again and raises an eyebrow, warning you not to look away again. 

"Did you pick this gown to get someone's attention?" He says it in a teasing tone but you know what he is asking. Is the dress for him?

The dress you selected for the gala was bought with what little you had saved over the years. You had gone out into the city on one of your rare days off to buy it. It was in the shop window and you'd asked to try it on. It was a long sleeved, dark blue dress with tiny gems to make it appear as though you were a part of the evening sky. It's a bit lower cut in the bust than you thought you'd be comfortable with but seeing the way he admires it, you know it was the right decision.

"I must confess, my lord. I fear I am no longer a good Jedi. You see, I find myself disagreeing with the rules and growing agitated trying to suppress my emotions. It feels like I'm being pulled down a different, new path. I can't stand the rule against attachments. I have found that attachments only make you stronger. Maybe that is what they are afraid of…" you trail off as you realize how much you spoke but he holds your eye contact and nods for you to continue. "I have found myself deeply attached to a lord at this very party and I had hoped he'd find the dress pleasing."

"I'm sure he does, my darling. Do I know this lord, do you think?" He knows. He always does.

You smile and glance around as though making sure no one was listening, "I think you know him very well, my lord." 

"Then I suppose I'll leave you to him." He starts to release you but you grip onto him tighter. He laughs again, a sound you truly and sorely missed.

Together, you and Obi Wan danced for several more songs. You talk occasionally but mostly bask in the comfort you bring each other. As the night dwindles on and draws to a close, you know you have a decision to make. A path to choose.

Obi Wan senses your panic and turmoil. He searches your eyes again before leading you off the dance floor to a little alcove on the side of the ballroom. He presses you back against the wall and lets his body tower over yours. 

"My angel, you do not have to do anything you don't wish to. I don't intend to steal you away and hide you from the galaxy. It is your decision. This is your life. Lead it how you wish to. No matter what you decide, I will always love and support you. Even if I must do so from afar." He leans down and presses his forehead to yours. You can feel the love in his signature. True love. Pure love. How can a feeling so pure be so bad? 

Lifting your chin slightly, you let your nose brush his and hear his quick intake of breath. He leans further into you slowly, giving you time to pull away from him. To say no.

You never will.

He lets his lips brush yours. It's gentle, simple, peaceful. He lets you decide how to proceed. Slowly, your hands move from where you had pressed them to his chest up into his hair to pull him closer. He hums in pleasure and pushes you further into the alcove. He kisses you the way you imagined he would. Gentle but dominant. Kind but leading. Persuasive. The Great Negotiator, indeed.

You pull away first, needing to breathe. He lets you go but keeps his forehead against yours. 

"Obi?" You whisper to him.

"Sweet One?" He responds.

"Am I ready now?"

"That, my dearest little dove, is not a question I can answer for you."

You nod, feeling the tears form. His hand is holding your cheek and jaw on one side. He can feel when they start to fall. He coos gently and pulls you into his chest, whispering reassurances and words of love.

"I don't want you to go again. It hurts when you go, my Obi." You mutter through the tears. Obi Wan pulls away enough to hold your face with both hands.

"I don't have to. You can come with me, Darling. I have a place for us. It's safe and quiet and peaceful. It's perfect. I made sure it's perfect for you. All you have to do is say yes. Little Dove, you can stay with me. Come with me."

His voice isn't commanding or ordering you. It's… begging. He's begging you to stay with him.

Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you look up at his eyes. They're no longer gold the way they were before. They're darker now. Green. Your breathing picks up as you kiss him again. It's a soft, quick kiss. He reciprocates, waiting for your decision.

"Home?" You ask him. He smiles against your lips and nods.

"Home." 

"Obi Wan. Take me home."

The burst of joy in his signature is more than enough to convince you that this was the right decision. He kisses you fiercely before retreating and standing up straight. A lord once again. Offering you his arm, he leads you back into the public eye.

As he escorts you through the front doors of the building and towards the hanger, you are stopped by a voice yelling your name. Your Jedi babysitter. You forgot about him. Obi Wan stiffens as he hears it as well, turning his head just enough to see the man behind you. You try to keep going but Obi Wan has stopped. Your panic is beginning to rise again. You'll never be free.

"You are to return to the Temple with me immediately, Young Padawan. This is not a debate."

"I-" 

"My apologies, Jedi, but I believe she has made her decision." Obi Wan's voice is calm but there is a hint of a threat in it. He's daring the man to oppose him.

"I'm sorry, Senator, but that will not be happening. She has been asked to return to the Temple."

"Senator? Do you hear that, my darling? Senator. The level of disrespect tossed about by the Order is truly insulting. He doesn't even know my name."

You keep your eyes on Obi, pleading with him through your signature to just take you and go. In your bones, you knew it wouldn't be this easy. If only.

Obi Wan turns and the Jedi recognizes him. His eyes, now returned to gold, are a dead giveaway. The Jedi draws his weapon and beckons you over, holding his hand out as he calls your name again. 

"This man is not who you think he is, Padawan. Come with me." He reaches for you again but you take a step back, closer to Obi Wan. 

"Maybe I'm not who you thought I was, Master. Or… I think perhaps I am." Glancing up at Obi, you see him watching you with curiosity and… hope. You haven't seen hope in so long you almost don't recognize it. 

Your Obi nods at you, just once, and takes a step back. The Jedi is gazing at the both of you with confusion and horror as you look at Obi Wan.

"I told you already, Little Dove. This is your decision. No one can make it for you." His voice calms you. There's no malice in it when he directs it at you.

"He's trying to trick you, Padawan. It's time to go now." The Jedi got close enough to grab your wrist and begin to pull you away. The moment he touches you, your lightsaber is in your hand and the Jedi is screaming. You open your eyes and see the man's arm on the ground between you. His lightsaber falls from his other hand and Obi Wan comes to pick it up. You feel your hands shaking as you watch him replace the Jedi's Saber on his belt before reaching a hand out to you. 

"Are you ready now, darling?"

You look between Obi's hand and the man's arm and then at the blood on your gown. You take Obi Wan's hand and leave the Jedi kneeling on the ground of the hanger as you're taken onto your love's ship. He sits you down and pulls off his cape, draping it over you. It's heavier than it looked. He helps to strap you into the co-pilot seat before getting into the pilot seat.

As the ship lifts off, you catch a reflection in the glass of the cockpit window. Your eyes are surrounded by a ring of gold.

You feel Obi Wan take your hand as you reach hyperspace and let him smooth his thumb over your knuckles. You glance up at his beautiful eyes and see they are the blue you missed. You realize something that nearly brings you to tears again. You've been on your own for most of your life, especially when it got hard.

You don't have to be alone anymore. You have your Obi Wan.

~~~~~

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[vi-does-stuff]

It’s Heaven Underneath My Skin, But It’s Hell Out Here

alpha!Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x omega!f!reader

Tags friends in denial to lovers, unprotected piv sex feat. knotting, breeding/pregnancy kink, dirty talk, mild angst quickly resolved, no y/n

Word count 4.7k

You and Obi-Wan have been dancing around your feelings for one another for years, from when you were both young Jedi to now, when Obi-Wan is running the galaxy with you by his side. Though you both know how you feel for one another, neither of you actually seem to do anything about it, and part of you thinks that you’ll spend the rest of your life side-stepping the obvious. But your heat comes at an unfortunate time, and prompts the long-awaited discussion — it’s time for you and Obi-Wan to be completely honest and make the move you’ve always been terrified of.

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For once, you’re grateful for the flashy nature of your dress: it distracts from the tiredness very much evident on your face. You’d wanted to just wear your uniform, as you have for all of the other Empire Day — well, more like week at this point — celebrations, but Obi-Wan had fixed you with a grin and told you that if there ever was a time to dress up, it was now.

The man himself has spent the day in his fanciest set of Imperial robes; tight fitting, the whitest of white, with a long, heavy cape, he looks every bit the fearsome, all-powerful, alpha Emperor that he has been for five years now. Right now, he’s discarded the cape that he wore throughout his speech to the citizens of Coruscant earlier, and is sweeping around the ballroom and speaking to all the different people from across the galaxy who’ve been invited to such an important event.

You’re talking to Arana Shek, the wife of the Caridan governor. She was one of the recipients of the annual honours that Obi-Wan has taken to giving out every year — you were one of the people to whom he awarded it in the very first Empire Day celebrations — given the award due to her key role in setting up one of the new Imperial academies there. Obi-Wan always tries to put something to do with education in the yearly awards.

“How does it feel to be part of Mr and Lady Shek?” you ask with a smile.

Arana laughs. “Feels wonderful. Although I suppose it would be Governor and Lady,” she admits.

“Such an accomplished couple,” you grin.

“Like you and the Emperor?” she asks curiously, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, no. Lord Keleus and I are old friends, used to working together. Nothing romantic there.” It’s a lie, but it needs to be a convincing one — it’s easy to invalidate the position of an omega adviser, especially if people think you only have that position because you’re sleeping with the Emperor.

And you’re not. You’re not sleeping with Obi-Wan; both of you have acknowledged that while you do have romantic feelings for one another, acting upon them in any meaningful way would be impossible. To be entirely honest, sometimes when you’re around Obi-Wan you feel as though a part of you is going to explode because of the wholly confusing nature of your relationship, but you can’t bring yourself to let anything happen.

“I understand. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to pry.”

You smile. “Not at all, you’re hardly the only person to think that. Many people just jump to conclusions.” You couldn’t count the amount of times someone has assumed that you only hold such a high position within the Empire because you’re the Emperor’s omega. Heavens forbid you have anything to offer the man beyond your designation. “Anyway, how long are you and your husband planning on staying on Coruscant?”

Arana accepts the change of subject, which you’re grateful for. She tells you about their plans to go to the opera while they’re on-planet, and you find yourself giving minimal answers. You begin to feel slightly uncomfortable — more than you already are in this ridiculous dress, anyway — and you find it harder to focus on what Arana is saying.

Eventually, your conversation comes to a close, Arana going off to find her husband, and you go to the bar to get yourself some water. You’re more dehydrated than you previously thought, and immediately get yourself a refill.

“How’s your evening going?” you hear from behind you, and turn to see Obi-Wan having approached you, a smile on his face.

You give him a short bow, as is customary when the two of you are in public. “Very well, my Lord. How is yours?”

He gives you one of those grins of his, one that never fails to make your heart jump a little bit. “Very well also. It would be better if you would do me the honour of letting me have this dance, though.”

You laugh, discomfort momentarily forgotten, and take his outstretched hand, putting your empty glass back on the bar and thanking the bartender. Obi-Wan leads you onto the dance floor, effortlessly joining in with the dance that’s currently taking place. It’s one you’re only vaguely familiar with, but Obi-Wan guides you through it in the Force, helping you to not feel completely out of place.

You’ve danced with Obi-Wan before, but there’s always something about it that feels so special. His body against yours is warm, and his hand taking yours with his other resting at your waist makes you feel, as odd as it is to admit it, really safe. You stay together for several songs, all of them relatively slow ones, before you hear the live band begin to play a particular song introduction that makes you flash your head back to face Obi-Wan.

“Don’t tell me you-” you cut yourself off at the sight of his knowing grin. “Oh, Obi-Wan.”

He laughs. “How could I have a ball that’s attended by you and not have the band play this?”

The song is much more upbeat than the other ones played so far tonight, and one of your favourites. It reminds you of when you and Obi-Wan used to go out to your favourite bar, and the band would always play this song at least once every few days. Though you couldn’t recreate the exact dance you used to do together in a ball-gown, you dance much more energetically than you did before, and neither you nor Obi-Wan can remove the smiles from your faces as you dance around the room.

You’re slightly out of breath as the dance finishes. “I don’t know about you, but I think I need a drink,” you say.

“I agree,” Obi-Wan says, and the two of you walk off the dance floor, giggling to yourselves. It’s not the most becoming behaviour for the most powerful man in the galaxy, but you don’t really think Obi-Wan cares about that right now. You’re still beaming when you go back to the bar, grabbing a drink of water each — no matter how unbecoming you’re willing to act, you’ll still save drinking actual alcohol for smaller, less important events than this — and sitting down at one of the empty tables.

“You should get them to play more stuff like that.”

Obi-Wan nods. “I agree. It was hard enough to convince them to play that one though, apparently they don’t want to risk people ‘moshing’ to their music.”

You can’t help but snort. “I don’t think half the people here know what moshing is.”

“That was my argument, but they still didn’t want to do more than one or two things like this.”

“It was worth it though. Thanks, Obi-Wan.”

He smiles and takes another sip from his water. You sit together for a few minutes, before you’re interrupted by one of the honours recipients, the only one you haven’t properly spoken to yet this evening — Senator Finnall of Hosnian Prime, one of the most popular people in the Senate at the minute.

“Good evening Your Majesty, my Lady,” he says with a bow. “I was wondering if I could possibly steal you for a dance?”

You smile. “Of course, Senator,” you say, standing up. You nod goodbye to Obi-Wan, who remains seated, and head back to the dance floor with Finnall. “I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on your award. Welcome to the club.”

“Thank you, my Lady. It really is an honour.”

The two of you take your stance — not standing as close together as you and Obi-Wan were — and join in with the dancing; another slow song. “I do need to visit Hosnian Prime again soon. How is your family?”

“They’re well, thank you. Unfortunately my wife couldn’t make it tonight — she’s so close to term with our third child, we decided hyperspace wouldn’t be the best for her — but we’re all very excited.”

“I’ll bet. Congratulations,” you say. You’re about to say more, but you’re overcome with another wave of discomfort, and stumble a little.

“Are you alright?” Finnall asks, trying to steady you, but your legs are shaky as a level of panic rushes through you.

Kriff. As the situation dawns on you, you’re immediately grateful for the scent blockers you take every day, but you curse your frustratingly irregular cycle. Unfortunately, you’re incredibly allergic to all the suppressants currently available to people, so have always been completely beholden to the several days of heat that come along every few months, which seems to have decided that right now is the best time to strike.

Your scent-blockers are strong, but there isn’t much they can do for an omega in the throes of heat: you need to get out of here, and soon. Thankfully, Senator Finnall is a beta, so his scent isn’t becoming particularly attractive to you, but those of the various alphas scattered around the room are.

“What happened?” The voice is dark and thundering behind you as Obi-Wan’s hand is placed firmly on your shoulder — he must have sensed your distress through the Force.

Finnall looks scared and completely at a loss. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I have no idea.”

“He- it’s not his fault, Obi-Wan,” you get out. Heat, you push at him through the Force, and watch as his expression completely shifts. “I need to-”

“Come on,” Obi-Wan says, voice sounding more concerned. “Good evening, Senator.” And then he scoops you up in his arms and marches out of the ballroom.

It’s completely humiliating, being carried out of the room by Lord kriffing Keleus, ruler of the galaxy, but you know that you probably wouldn’t be able to walk properly by now. That shakiness and discomfort is beginning to shift into that warmth you know all too well, settling low in your abdomen and distracting you from all coherent thought.

With the way that Obi-Wan’s carrying you, your face is pressed slightly into his neck, and his scent is incredibly strong. You’ve always been fond of the way Obi-Wan smells, but you’ve never been faced with it in preheat before, and it’s almost overwhelming. Some deep part of you is itching to sink your teeth into the skin there, and you try not to grind your jaw as you avoid it.

Due to how focused you are on Obi-Wan’s scent, you don’t even realise where you’re going until you’re placed down on the sofa in your own quarters. You immediately curl up, drawing your legs against your chest, and look up at Obi-Wan as he gazes back down at you.

“Is there anything I can get you?” he asks.

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I know how to deal with this. You can go back to the ball.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “Darling, I won’t be able to go back to the ball when I’m concerned about you like this. I’m either staying here with you or I’m going back to my quarters.”

You consider it for a second, the prospect of getting Obi-Wan to stay with you. It would be a lie to say you don’t want to take him as a mate, but… you don’t want this to happen without any prior discussion. You don’t want him to think that he’s taking advantage of you.

“I- I would rather be on my own for this,” you say. “But. Could you give me your jacket? I’d like something that smells of you.”

Obi-Wan’s expression softens more than you thought it could, and he nods, immediately beginning to take off the white garment. “Of course. I’ll come back to check on you tomorrow,” he says, and hands his jacket to you. You press it to your nose the second it’s in your grasp, inhaling the comforting scent of Obi-Wan, and keep holding it close to you.

“Thank you.”

He steps back, and although it kills you to do so, you stop yourself from calling out for him to stay. You need to make sure that he leaves now, before you’re properly lost in your heat and say something that you might regret.

Despite knowing that it’s the right thing to do, it’s still awful watching Obi-Wan say one final goodbye and leave your quarters. He gives you one more look over his shoulder once he’s stepped through the door, and then he’s gone.

The next few days are not remotely fun at all. True to his word, Obi-Wan visits the next day, but it’s while you’re asleep, and he leaves out a bottle of water and one of his shirts for when you wake up. He comes with supplies multiple times when you’re sleeping; you suspect that it’s on purpose, and you’re grateful for it. You would be incredibly embarrassed if he walked in on you while you were desperately chasing relief with your dildo.

Eventually, your head feels clear enough to leave your quarters, and on still somewhat-shaky legs, you make your way over to Obi-Wan’s. It’s late evening, and all of the Empire Day celebrations are over now, so he wouldn’t have any reason to be elsewhere.

The door opens soon after you ring the doorbell, and you walk in to see Obi-Wan sitting at his sofa. “How are you?” he asks, a smile on his face.

You walk over to the sofa, and sit down next to him, curling into his side-along embrace when he puts an arm around you. “Better. Thank you for dropping things off. It made things a lot easier than usual.” Despite how close you and Obi-Wan are, he’s never helped you through your heat before: you’ve always been able to figure out that it’s coming with enough time to sort everything out on your own beforehand, no help needed.

“It was no problem,” Obi-Wan says. “If you need my help again, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

You sit there in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the feeling of being in Obi-Wan’s arms again. His scent is as comforting to you as it always is, and you wonder what Obi-Wan thinks of your own scent: you’re not sure if there’s ever been a time he’s been around your natural scent before, and you didn’t take your usual scent-blockers before coming over, so he can almost definitely smell you right now.

As though reading your mind, Obi-Wan speaks. “You smell- really nice,” he says somewhat awkwardly, but it makes you smile.

“So do you.”

“I don’t know, it… even though I’ve never smelled it before, it’s like- it’s like home.”

Your chest feels warm at the admission. “That’s what I’ve always thought about you, Obi-Wan.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, as though working up the courage to speak. “Why aren’t we mated already?”

You stiffen, and move out of Obi-Wan’s embrace, shuffling across the sofa away from him. You feel suddenly cold, but that’s probably good for you right now. “You know why. We just can’t. Things are still so new with the Empire, so busy, we don’t have time for anything like that. And- and who’s to say you won’t find another omega you’d rather be with; I don’t want you to regret me.”

Obi-Wan fixes you with a flat look. “You’re ridiculous if you think there could ever be another omega for me. What, is there another alpha for you?”

“No!” you say, and stand up — perhaps you should leave. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Oh, so you won’t find another alpha, but I’ll drop everything for another omega?”

You shrug. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Obi-Wan stands too. “Yes, I do. If things go your way, we’ll keep skirting around the idea of mating for ever and ever, never actually doing what we both desperately want to do, until we’re dead. Do you want that?”

“No. No, I don’t, I just-” You sigh. “Can’t we wait for things to settle down? Just a bit longer?”

“I’m tired of waiting. I’ve waited for you long enough; when are you finally going to admit that we belong to one another, and we have done so ever since we met?”

“Obi-Wan, we can’t,” you get out, even though his words are making more and more sense.

“We can. That’s the thing! We’ve been able to since leaving the Jedi. When will you realise that nobody will think less of you for being my mate? Half the galaxy already thinks we’re mated.”

You take in a deep breath, willing for your eyes to stop watering. “Obi-Wan, I want it. I want to be your mate, I really do, I’m just- I’m just terrified about the effect you have on me. You’ve always been the one person who could get me to do anything, and if- if you were to mate me, what would happen then?”

“We could be open, and honest, and we wouldn’t have to hide-”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m afraid of losing control of myself. Do you know what you do to me?”

“Do you know what you do to me?” Obi-Wan counters. “Darling, I feel like I’m losing control every time I see you around someone who doesn’t know what we are to each other. I need the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours.”

When he says mine his eyes flash an even brighter gold, and you can’t help the pulse of arousal that shoots through you when he says it, despite the shame that it brings with it. “This- this is exactly what I mean; this isn’t good for either of us-”

“Since when does what’s ‘good’ matter when it comes to the two of us? We’ve been ignoring this for years now, clearly what’s best for us hasn’t come into the equation at all.”

“Obi-Wan, I-” you sigh again. “I love you, but this scares me.”

He fixes you with a level gaze. “Do you trust me?” he asks plainly.

You swallow. “I do.” No matter what the two of you have gone through, Obi-Wan is still the one person in the galaxy that you’d trust with anything. “I just don’t trust myself.”

He holds out a hand. “Then trust me to make sure that this doesn’t all go wrong.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you reach out and grasp his outstretched hand. Obi-Wan immediately pulls you closer, drawing you into a passionate kiss. You’ve kissed Obi-Wan before, drunken make-out sessions when the two of you were still Jedi, but this is different. The intent goes so much deeper, and there’s a greater level of desperation as Obi-Wan holds you close to him.

“I love you, darling,” he says. “We’re going to be able to make this work, I promise.”

Your only response is to kiss him again, sucking on his tongue when he slides it into your mouth. He places his hands at your hips, drawing them against his, and you can easily feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, in turn increasing your own.

His mouth moves so that he’s pressing kisses against your jaw, then trailing down to your neck. He’s just about at your mating gland, and you’re waiting for him to bite you, but he pulls back for a second.

“Darling- omega- can I?”

“Yes, Obi-Wan, mark me, do it,” you beg.

Your bond is sealed as his teeth sink into the gland at your neck; it’s like something just clicks into place, and you feel more connected to Obi-Wan than you ever have before. You let out a moan, sinking into Obi-Wan’s embrace as you feel your mating bond solidify. Everything is intensified; you can feel your alpha’s — your alpha’s — arousal alongside your own, even more than you already could in the Force, and all you can do is clutch onto him.

Obi-Wan removes his mouth from your neck, deciding instead that he wants to kiss you again. You’re still holding on to him, but manage to put some effort into the kiss, attempting to show him how much you care for him.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan,” you get out when you come apart. “It- this was going to happen eventually.”

“I’m glad it’s happened now, while we can still have a proper life together.”

You smile at one another for a second, before you’re reminded of the blazing arousal that you’re feeling due to having just been mated. “Kriff, alpha, please can you fuck me?”

“Oh darling, I worried that you’d never ask.”

The fact that you’re already in his arms is useful, allowing him to easily pick you up again and carry you through to his bedroom. You wrap your legs around his waist, kissing various spots on his neck and sucking at the skin there, excited to give him his own mark in return.

When he reaches his bed, he sits down, keeping you in his arms so you’re sitting on his lap. You adjust yourself so you’re straddling him, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Can I bite you, now?”

“Please,” Obi-Wan says, baring his neck for you. You hesitate for just a second, savouring the thought that he’s letting you do this, before biting down until your teeth break the skin and you can just about taste your mate’s blood. You lick over the mark, soothing it, before pulling away to look your alpha in the eyes again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, alpha.” You settle further into his lap, grinding down against his clothed cock and savouring the noise that he makes in response. “Now fuck me before I regret my decision.”

It’s an empty threat — as if you’d ever regret finally solidifying your bond with Obi-Wan — but it gets the response you want anyway; his eyes begin to burn and his fingers tighten their grip on your hips. In a split second, he’s moving you both so that you’re lying down on your front and he’s right above you, pulling down the loose trousers you’d put on before coming over, as well as your underwear.

He puts his hand to the juncture of your thighs, and you can feel his response to the wetness there through the Force. Two fingers are pushed into your cunt and curled, and you can’t block the moan that comes from your throat at the feeling. It’s been years since you’ve done anything with anyone else, and you’ve never done anything at all with anyone you care about as much as Obi-Wan, and everything you’re feeling right now is indescribable. All of the good physical feelings are being reinforced through your Force bond, almost echoing around you, and you’re excited to see how it feels when he actually fucks you.

You don’t have to wait too long for that, as Obi-Wan soon removes his fingers to take off his own trousers. You whine at the feeling of emptiness and turn around to look back at him, watching as he pulls off his shirt and tosses it away. Your eyes are soon drawn to his newly-bared, hard cock though, widening at the thought of it finally being inside you.

Obi-Wan takes his cock in one hand, pressing it against your entrance and pausing for a second before properly pushing into you. You let out another broken moan at how it feels, actually feeling complete for once in your life now you’re properly joined with your alpha.

“Kriff- Obi-Wan, alpha-” you get out as he begins to thrust, finding his rhythm before increasing the force behind them, gripping more tightly to your hips.

“Darling, you feel so perfect,” he says. “Can I go harder?”

“Please do, you’re so good-” Obi-Wan laughs as his next, harder push inside you cuts you off with a yelp. He’s more confident now, and it’s wonderful.

Your alpha’s thrusts are punishing, strong; if you were capable of any coherent thought right now you’d certainly be thinking about how much you’re going to hurt tomorrow. You’re making an incoherent series of noises, and Obi-Wan isn’t doing much better if the growl he lets out from deep in his throat is any indication.

He drops to his hands like he’s properly mounting you, his warm chest pressing against your back. One arm wraps around your torso, pulling you up and closer to him as he presses haphazard kisses to your neck.

“So glad you’re finally mine,” he says with a growl.

It’s hard to speak — your prediction of the Force bond feeling even better was completely correct — but you manage to reply. “’lways was yours, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, you were, weren’t you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Now it’s official. We can be together in front of everyone-” another particularly strong thrust- “And what better way to show you’re mine than to fuck you fat with my babies?”

You’re certain that your Force signature must flare with arousal when he says that, and you bury your head into your pillow with a loud moan. “Please, alpha,” you say, voice muffled and desperate sounding.

“You like that? You like the idea of everyone knowing how I’ve fucked you properly? How nobody else is ever going to have a chance with you? My perfect omega?”

The noise that comes out of you then is hardly more than a wail, and you helplessly clench around Obi-Wan’s fat cock, as though coaxing him into knotting you. He lets out a moan of his own, and you can feel his knot begin to swell at the base of his cock, slowing down his thrusts slightly. You press back against him, still desperate to feel more of him, and it seems to make his knot swell even more. It isn’t long before he pulls away from you but can’t pull out, locked inside of you.

He still manages to move a little, and it’s one of those smaller thrusts that pushes you over the edge. You can feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes as the orgasm washes over you, clenching even more on the knot. It really does echo around you in the Force, keeping you at that peak for much longer than you’d be there usually, becoming even more intense when Obi-Wan himself comes. Your hips are writhing, almost milking the come from his cock until it fills you completely and you allow yourself to still.

You suddenly become more aware of Obi-Wan’s heavy breathing, brushing against your ear and sending a shiver down your spine, as he comes down from his own high. He seems to have finally been silenced, and simply presses a kiss against your cheek as he relaxes more.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of saying that, of reaffirming what the two of you are to one another.

“I love you,” he says, before pressing another kiss to your cheek. You can feel it beyond his words, too; though there’s still a faint element of arousal to your Force bond it’s mostly been replaced with pure adoration on both sides — adoration, and relief, at finally having been open with one another about your feelings.

The two of you move so you’re lying on your sides instead, in a position a little more comfortable while you wait for Obi-Wan’s knot to go down. You swallow. “I’m still a bit nervous about openly being with you,” you admit, “but I know it will be okay.”

Obi-Wan takes one of your hands in his. They’re both a bit sweaty, but neither of you care, and interlace your fingers with each other. “We just need to trust each other. It might be a bit strange at first, but I doubt anyone will be surprised. And anyone who is critical isn’t worth having near us in the first place.”

You laugh softly. “Yes, use our mating as an opportunity to see who is and isn’t a good part of our circle. Great.”

“Hey, I don’t see why not,” Obi-Wan says with a grin. “But I’m sure it won’t come to anything like that. We’re meant to be together. And the galaxy will surely see that.”

He says it with such certainty; if you didn’t already believe it then you’d have been completely convinced now. But you do believe it. Obi-Wan has been a constant in your life for as long as you can remember, and now that the two of you have mated it’s like a reassurance that he’ll continue to be that constant for many years to come. You’re just excited to see what those years will bring.

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed and have had a wonderful new year — immediately after celebrating with my friends i was overcome with the inspo to finish this lmao so here it is earlier than anticipated. learning you part three is also on its way! the hardest part of this was deciding whether to choose the title from my sith au band (the feeling) or my abo au band (take that lmao). i (unsurprisingly if you know me) chose the latter. ngl i don’t know if any non-uk readers will know who either of those bands are lmao but i lurve them both

likes/reblogs are always v much appreciated <3

[mysticalgalaxysalad]

So I'm thinking more Sith!Obi-Wan thots 😈😍

Suppose it's your first time as his date to some fancy Imperial gala. He's delighted to show you off, and of course, dance with you. Maybe dancing gets him in the mood for other intimate embraces, and you find yourself being tugged into a nearby coat room/closet for a secret tryst.

Ohohooo, yes, bestie 😏❤️

Imperial Love

Ship: Sith!Obi Wan x f!reader

Summary: Sith Lord Kenobi invited you for a gala evening and things get heated after first round of dancing.

Rating: explicit smut, 18+, minors don't interact

Warnings: vaginal fingering, pussy licking, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, pussy drunk Lord Kenobi deserves his own warning 😏, squirting

It all started with a single package with a fancy sticker. For my love.

You sigh and smile, knowing who sent it, even if it wasn't signed. Lord Kenobi had an exquisite taste for beautiful things. So when you opened it, and found beautiful, long, high slit, dark blue dress with little diamonds, that look like starry night sky, you were not surprised, although your eyes widened with adoration. The dress hugged your figure so well, enhanicng every curve, cleveage being deep just enough to tease.

You couldn't stop at yourself in the mirror, feeling so pretty. You finished your makeup and hair and eventually it was time to meet with Lord Kenobi.

Obi Wan already waited before your room. His golden-red eyes widened at the sight of you, lips parting in admiration and awe. His possesive side tells him to fuck all Imperials and their galas and to destroy you right now at your bed, but this evening was somehow important, to his annoyance. Obi Wan watches you with hungry eyes, making you blush and your stomach flutters. You smile at him, watching him kissing your hand like a gentleman he is.

"Sith hells, you look incredibly gorgeous, my sweetheart," he pulls you for a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, you look breathless and panting. Absolutely delicious. And only his.

"Shall we go, love?" You nod and Obi Wan leads you to the gala event. You both look so good and everyone turns to you, admiring how you look together. Sith Lord proudly shows you off, but his hand never leaves your side.

You both have a great time and dancing round already started. Lord Kenobi pulls you closer to him, as you dance, his hands slowly roam over your body. You can't stop looking at him, biting your lips in attempt to muffle your moans, and when your ass grinds against him slightly, Obi Wan can't handle it anymore.

"Fucking hell, girl, you drive me crazy," he growls and leads you away to nearest empty room. He locks it behind you and in the second is on you, kissing you so passionately, leaving you breathless and needy for him.

"Mhmmm, my Sith Lord, please, fuck me already," you moan, rubbing your thighs together, as his mouth cover your neck in hickeys and love bites. Obi Wan groans, his rock hard cock twitches at your words. He slides hand between your legs, finding you soaked with arousal. He smiles.

"How can I say no to such a good girl? You are my good girl, only mine," he praises you, rubbing circles on your clit, before sliding two fingers into your pussy. You whimper his name, holding onto him for dear life, as he starts such a pace, that has you keening and panting for your Sith Lord. It doesn't take you long to cum hard on his fingers. Obi Wan watches you, as he licks his fingers clean and kneels before you.

"Good fucking girl, deserve a reward," he winks at you and throws your leg over his shoulder, his hands and the Force keeps you in place, as he latches his mouth on you. You moan loudly, hot pleasure flowing your veins, warmth spreads from your lower abdomen to your other parts. Obi Wan eats you out with vigor, like a man starving. His eyes eventually close and he actually moans, feeling your walls flutter around his tongue.

"A-Hhhh, ahhh, Obi Wan, mmghhnn, I'm- fuckinghellshitrightthere- gonna-"

"Cum for me, my dear, let me taste you, give it to me all," Obi Wan purrs and you climax again, grinding hips needily into his mouth. He laps at your juices, dripping down his chin. When you come down from your high, a sight for gods awaits you. Sith Lord Kenobi kneeling before you, his lower face drenched in your release, panting and moaning with eyes still closed.

Eventually he gets up and kisses you again, you can taste yourself on him. He picks you up, letting you wrap legs around his waist, as he frees his painfully hard cock, already leaking precum, and rubs it against you, making you whine.

"My pretty woman, I'd do anything for you," he whispers and slips inside you. You both moan in unison, he lets out string of curses, as he desperately tries not to cum right now, feeling your pussy tighten around him.

"Ah, fuck, so tight- so good sweetheart-"

"F-fuck yes, Obi, right there, fuck- don't stop, please- ahhh-"

Your needy groans of pleasure echo in the room. Lord Kenobi angles hips, slamming into your sweet spot only he can hit, and you keen, eyes rolling into your skull. Obi Wan curses again and fucks you faster, harder against the wall. He doesn't give a shit, who hears you, the only thing that matters right now, is your pussy clenching around his cock. He's lost in your pleasure, totally lost in the sauce.

"Ahhh, fuck- Obi Wan- ahh-"

Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, hard and unexpected, you can feel warm liquid soaking Obi's lower abdomen and at the same time he spills inside you with a growl of your name, some of his cum drip down your thighs. He thrusts few more times, before stilling completely, holding you in his arms and kissing you softly, leaning his forehead against yours.

After few minutes, when you both calmed down, he slides out of you. Your legs feel like a jello, when you try to stand, your knees buckle and Obi catches you, before you can fall. He smirks at you.

"Ready to come home, love? I am not done with you yet."

[miseries-mistress]

THE PRICE OF ATTACHMENT | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: As darkness falls, the light shall rise, was a phrase your master had uttered since the day she took you on. Its purpose was to remind you that you were always stronger than the darkness, and for most of your life, you had believed that she was right, that you could never succumb to the coldness of the infamous dark side. But, slowly, the phrase begins to lose its gravity when the force seemingly connects you with a cunning Sith Lord whose heart is that of a damned sinner bound by the essence of his angel touched by the light, you.  

Warnings: the reader's gender is not mentioned, light obsession, some sadistic obi-wan, asphyxiation (not in the smut sense), angry obi-wan???, i think that's it. W/C: 4,729

Notes: i've been working on this shit all weekend, and i'm still not happy with it, but oh well (repost bc it's not showing up in the tags)

star wars masterlist

"I've been having these…dreams, master." You cross your feet over each other while your master tilts her head, silently urging you to continue. "Or visions… I'm not exactly sure what to call them."

"And what happens in these visions of yours?"

You close your eyes, becoming conscious of your breathing as it evens out. I am one with the force. The force is with me. In the meditation room, you feel the dust swirling under the moonlight, the calmness that washes over your master, and the soft carpet beneath you. 

You expand your signature, brushing against your master's, and she lets you in without hesitation. You hear her breathing steady, and you find her calmness is contagious.

Opening your mind to another force user, are we? 

Your eyes fly open as you slam your mental barriers up. Your master jumps, startled by the abrupt end to your meditation and the fear that spikes into your force signature. 

"Leave me alone," you hiss, and your gaze hardens into a glare.

 And why would I do that when you provide such fruitful entertainment?

"Out. Now," you declare, and his chortle resonates in your head. 

You're no fun, my dear, but, as you wish.

You feel your master's questioning gaze, and you stand at attention for another second, feeling his signature shrink back into his own mind before slumping, running your hand down your face. You knew his strangely familiar accent anywhere, for he always carried a smugness within his teasing words. 

"What was that?" your master asks quietly to avoid startling you. As you straighten your spine, a weary sigh falls from your lips as you move back into a meditative position. If anything, he fueled your resolve to find out who he was and how to stop him from invading your mind. 

"He spoke to me...just now." Your master didn't push, but she closed her eyes, settling back into the comfort of serenity, and you followed suit, branching out your signature once more, and she took it with ease. 

From the depths of your mind, you recall the dreams you've endured during your slumber. Then, you let it go, allowing her to see his golden eyes, the crushing weight of his power tainted with darkness, his feline grace, honey-coated words, and the darkness of his robes. You pull each encounter from your mind, letting her flip through them methodically, deciphering each one before you pull them away. Her calmness is the only thing to keep your anxiety from rising. You didn't know who this man was besides that he was a Sith Lord. Initially, you believed them to be dreams, your mind cycling through your hidden fears and worries to deal with them, but then they got more vivid, too impossible to be mere dreams until they developed into what they are now. 

Once you finished showing her all but one of your encounters, you broke yourself out of your meditative state, your eyes finding hers. She ran her hand through her silky black locks, sighing before she spoke. 

"These encounters of yours…how long have they been happening?"

"A month." You slightly cringed. You knew how bad that sounded, not informing the Council or anyone for that matter of something that was potentially threatening to the Jedi. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched in her throat. You tried to quell your own growing unease, but her reaction made it surge. 

"The Council didn't want the news to get out, but I suppose it's better if you knew." Now you are really worried. What did this Sith have to do with anything?

"There has been the appearance of a new Sith Lord who calls himself by the name Darth Valor. The Council knows nothing of him besides that, but they believe he is a fallen Jedi."

Your head felt like it was spinning with the information, but your curiosity peaked amidst the whirlwind of your thoughts. 

"Who?"

"Kenobi."

You sucked in a breath. Every Jedi knew of the revered Obi-Wan Kenobi, who killed a Sith while still a padawan. You still remember the stir he caused in the Temple, his name being excitedly whispered among every master and padawan and the Council letting him take his trials early, which only added to the pedestal they had placed him on. 

You also recall training with him while your master was away. He was unpredictable and, most of all, unbeatable. He would remain steadfast no matter how eloquently you parried or pushed forward with reckless abandon. More often than not, you ended your sparring sessions lying on the floor in defeat, trying to catch your breath as he joined you. You two would lay together on the sparring mat until you could sweep his crisp locks that always fell into his eyes back into his neatly set hair, waiting for the contagious airy laughter that followed, which never failed to make your heart flutter.

Despite the fond memories you harbored, you also remembered him disappearing a year ago without a word, the gossip circling through the Temple about what might have become of the master negotiator.

Now you know and are left dumbfounded, digesting the information with unease.

"What does he want?" you whisper, your eyes finding the floor. Why would he be so interested in you? Did he intend to turn you? What was his motive?

"I don't know, young one, but whatever it is, you must learn to control your emotions, okay?" You look up, finding her eyes filled with a sincerity you've only seen a couple of times in your life. You nod, and she embraces you, letting your head fall to her shoulder to savor the contact of the person you regarded as a mother hugging you. You felt the tension melt from your mind, concentrated on her hand, rubbing soothing circles across your back. 

"Yes, master," you murmured into her robes before she gave you one last squeeze, pulling away. 

"Now, I best be on my way, but try and get some sleep tonight. No doubt the Council will want to brief you in the morning." You nodded, and the corners of her lips curled into a gentle smile. Your master had taken over Obi-Wan's position on the Council when he had disappeared (turned), so she carried a great deal of responsibilities trying to fill Obi-Wan's shoes. And although you felt terrible for her, from the apparent dark circles under her eyes from working late into the night, you also felt a great deal of pride that your master was able to obtain a seat on the Jedi Council, one of the highest honors a Jedi could receive. 

Once she left, you exhaled loudly, stretching your muscles and allowing yourself to sit with your thoughts for a couple more minutes before leaving the room to your bedroom. 

You shut the door, peeling off your robes and hanging them up. Then, you began your nightly routine, moving with proficiency around your room, the neon lights softly filtering through your blinds. Once you are finished, you climb into the familiarity of your bed, letting the soft sheets encompass you and fill you with a known sense of tranquility, and before you know it, you fall prey to the temptation of sleep. 

—

Voices floated into your ears, loud chatter and laughter accompanying it with the faint sound of music drifting through the crisp night air. You blinked, squinting against the harsh light in your eyes. You're not in your bed. You know that from your bare feet padding the sticky hardwood and the chill of the night against your arms. Alarm bubbles in your throat and squeezes the air from your lungs when you realize where you are. 

A cantina, from what it seems, filled to the brim with hungry patrons, dancing women, and undoubtedly wealthy merchants. It was older, probably on the rougher side of the planet as you could see the age in the walls, along with the less modern furniture, opting to stick with something more wood-based as the lights unceremoniously swung above you with each rattle from the ceiling. You hastily turn around, trying to grasp at your sudden change of surroundings just as a man passes by you so close your shoulders collide, but he doesn't turn around, continuing to stumble forward as if nothing happened. 

You recognize you're in another one of your dreams, although the revelation does little to calm you. If you're here, that means Darth Valor must be close by. 

You push past the crowd of people, watching each one intently for any recognition of the Sith. From what you had gathered from these meetings, they never ended until you met with him. Therefore, if you were going to be forced into this foreign place, mise, well, get it done and over with. 

As your eyes continue to graze through the mass, they catch upon a head of auburn hair, and you stop. There's no doubt in your mind that it's him, sitting over to the side with a grey-haired man. Valor appears less than interested in whatever the man across from him is so absorbed in. 

He must have noticed he was being watched because his gaze shifted almost imperceptibly from the man to you. His sickly yellow irises meet yours, and at that moment, the cascade of voices doesn't seem so loud. His bored eyes turn playful, the ghost of a grin flashes across his pursed lips, and there's a darkness in his delighted expression. As much as you hated it, you felt the familiar oppression of his force's presence tapping along the edge of your thoughts in search of a weakness before it thrusts through your mind's barricades, burrowing into your subconscious. The pure and unfettered darkness is suffocating, tearing through each hindrance with practiced agility that elicits a splitting pain to erupt throughout your head, and you close your eyes to withstand the pressure. It felt as though a vacuum had sucked all the light out of the room in one swift stroke, catching the air in your lungs and forcing your mind into a naked and defenseless state of submission. As much as you pushed against him, fighting against the invasion, you were ultimately defenseless to stop it. 

My, my, my dear, you do arrive at the best times.

You involuntarily shivered as his voice pierced through the veil of your thoughts. 

You know I resent being here. So just let me go already. You shot back, narrowing your eyes. 

You hear the sharp click of his tongue through the haze settling over your thoughts. Oh, darling, how many times must I remind you that this is not my doing. If I didn't know any better, I would think you had an infatuation with me. 

Valor watches with barely contained amusement as your jaw falls slack, and you feel the heat rise to your face. This Sith is far more annoying and talkative than the few you've met. I don't want this either, and I am definitely not infatuated with you, Sith.  

Who said I didn't want it? 

Again, you find yourself baffled- and flustered- by him. How could someone be so challenging to talk to? He's a Sith, for Maker's sake! So why is he conversing casually with you instead of trying to pry every scrap of information you know about the Republic out of your head? 

Oh, sweet thing, I'm not a monster. I would never do such treacherous things to you.

The Sith are creatures of darkness, lured by a false sense of freedom. By associating with them, you become a monster of your own design. 

His defeated sigh rings in your ears, and you watch as his finger circles the lip of his drink. You can feel his...dejection? Sweeping over him before his eyes stray from his glass to find yours while they twist into something devilish with a barely stifled smirk as he responds absentmindedly to the merchant next to him. 

I've been thinking, little one, and from what I can tell, this is none of our doing but the way of the force. Curious, isn't it that the force would connect two souls such as ourselves?

Your head perks up at his assessment. Why would the force connect you two? Different in every way imaginable and coupled with two different sides of the force and in any case, the Sith had every reason to lie–

I've never lied to you once, little one. You growled, trying to shove Valor from your thoughts, but he doesn't relent, flipping through each one with interest. You can feel the amusement rolling of his signature in waves and into your own at your frustration. 

For Maker's sake, stop calling me that.

And why would I do that when you react so sweetly? It's endearing how much you try to fight me. The ghost of a hand caresses your cheek, and you turn away from the sensation, glaring at him. He was purposely trying to make you uncomfortable, you realize, and disgust twists in your gut. 

Hmm, give me a second, my dearest, while I deal with this interruption, then I can have you all to myself. Valor cooed as his irises lingered on yours for a second longer before the two men slowly rose from their seats, their feet carrying them to a room away from the rest. You didn't even acknowledge you were moving until you came to the door they entered. You quirked your eyebrows as you noticed it was left ajar, and curiosity began to bubble until it swiftly took hold of you, guiding your hand to open it and step inside. When you did, you first saw the crackling, eerie red hum of an ignited saber clutched loosely in Valor's hand, his gaze downcasted as you followed it to the man lying in a pool of his own blood, his eyes void of life, staring at the ceiling peppered with tiny lights. You stumble back at the sheer power of the darkness weighing over every inch of the room like a dense fog, its tendrils poking and prodding at the light so fervently that it makes you dizzy.

Your sharp breath catches Valor's attention, and his body tenses like a deer caught in headlights. He sighs, running his hand down the scruff of his beard in what could only be described as dissatisfaction. Your hand flies to where your lightsaber should be, and with sickening horror, you realize it's not there. Well, of course, it isn't there. You were sleeping before this. 

"You weren't supposed to see that. Although I admire your haste to see me, I thought I told you to wait outside." Your eyes snap to him, and he raises an eyebrow as you find the wall behind you. 

"Why did you kill him?" you growl, and Valor seems taken aback by your hostility. 

"Well, frankly, he wasn't supplying us with the high-quality materials that he promised, so I needed to make an example out of him so others don't get the impression that they can cheat the Separatists of what we demand."

"You killed him because he wasn't doing his job?" you ask incredibly.

"Oh, my sweet thing, don't feel sympathy for this man. After all, he was wanted for multiple accounts of abuse, selling, trading, owning slaves, rape, assault, you name it. I was only getting rid of the filth that infects the galaxy." He took a step forward, and you took a step back, your back hitting the concrete wall with a thud behind you. The bumps and crevices pushed uncomfortably into your spine, the coldness from it seeping into your skin down to the depths of your bones. 

"I hate for you to leave on this note, my love, but it seems our time has been cut short. Until next time."

And with that, your surroundings vanish, evaporating into the darkness as you awake in a frenzy. You jolt upright, your skin sheen with the gleam of sweat, as you try to tame the erratic beating of your heart. You shoved your blanket off you as the perspire began to cool on your quivering figure under the gelid of the moon. This was your fifth encounter with Valor, but the trembling feeling he left you with never seemed to vanish after each meeting. It terrified you how much of an effect a Sith had on you. You were supposed to be the embodiment of serenity, the pinnacle of peace, yet your fingers could barely grasp the whims of these sacred emotions, and the chaos, fear, and passion, which was once a faraway nightmare, was now an ever-looming shadow with the heart of temptation. 

You ran your hand down your face. There had to be an explanation, some reason for these strange meetings. You only hope that the Council will have answers to your burning questions. 

—

Morning came faster than you expected, with the sun rising above the horizon and spilling through your bedroom curtains. Nevertheless, you get ready for the day with a false sense of calmness, attempting to keep your mind at bay while you brew your cup of caf. Talking with the Council was always nerve-racking. They all held an iron sense of authority and respect that made you want to run away and never look back. Not that you were particularly shy about confrontation, but the Council is an entirely different ballpark. As they were stern and unfeeling, they wouldn't hesitate to put the order before you, and your unintentional connection to the dark side might be the very thing that expels you. You took a hesitant breath. You had to quell your anxieties for the sake of finding the answers you've been searching for about the cause of your involuntary bond and how to severe it.

You knew it would be for the best to let go of the attachment you seemed to have formed the past month because, as much as it was painful to say, Darth Valor was an enigma who ensnared your waking and sleeping thoughts. 

"Why, I didn't think you thought so highly of me, my dear." 

Fear licks up your spine, your heart jackhammering in your chest so hard you are afraid he can hear it. You don't dare turn around to face the source of that voice, for the stifling wave of panic keeps you rooted to your spot in front of the counter. Your throat thickens, your tongue suddenly too big for your mouth while you try to think of a response as you battle your inner dread. There should be no reason for you to be this terrified of the man, for he wasn't actually here. The only reason he's here so spontaneously was the involuntary dream walking...of sorts like you had done the night before. He could only do so much harm and was also limited by this state. But despite your reassurances, your body won't cooperate with your commands, leaving you in a jumbling state of dread that you're sure he can feel. 

"You're early. Usually, I am graced with the pleasure of not seeing your face for at least another couple of days." A good reply, one that hides your inner conflict.

"Yes, well, you're easy to find, darling." You turn slowly to witness him peeking around your apartment, his hand gliding across the countertop.

You are about to turn back around to finish making your caf when you finally register his words, and you feel the cold brush of fear against your neck as the air becomes significantly thinner. 

He's here. 

He's here.  

This is not another one of your force encounters. No, he found you. 

Valor senses the sudden spike of fear, and he quirks his head. 

"Did you think you would stay hidden forever, my love?" He clicks his tongue at your lack of response. "You should know that I will have what is mine. It was only a matter of time before I found where you were hiding. It seems our bond is good for more than one thing."

He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes still roaming around your room. You close your eyes, focusing on your breathing. Valor hasn't threatened to harm you, and he hasn't shown any malicious intent toward you. It's not like you can kick him out, more for fear of him lashing out in a fury. For now, you are safe, and you need to relax and keep a clear head for the likely scenario that things escalate and you'll have to draw your lightsaber. Your eyes flutter open. You're a Jedi. You can do this.

You don't realize how close he is until his eyes settle upon you. There must not be more than two feet between you, and that alone fills you with an emotion you've long since buried in your subconscious. 

It doesn't matter. A small voice in your head urged, and you found yourself agreeing with it. It doesn't matter because you were on your way to see the Council to put an end to your meetings with him, hopefully for good. 

"And here I thought what we had was special." His hand flew out, taking a hold of your wrist, yanking you back, so you trip over your feet. His front presses flush to your back as he holds you against the counter, so you are trapped in his grasp. 

"What do you want, Sith?" you spit the title like a curse, malice lacing your words while his chest vibrates with his deep chuckle. Your mind is thrown into overdrive, and you can't tell if it's him or his signature, but the desperation to be free from the overbearing sensations with even more unfamiliar feelings clouds your thoughts and makes you writhe. His hands move in a flurry to your hips, squeezing them harshly to control your squirming. He releases a strained breath from his lips, and you feel its heat at the base of your neck, spreading goosebumps down your arms. You feel his...desire? Is that what it is? Rush into his signature like a tidal wave, and the force of it sends heat creeping along your skin. 

"You, but I'm afraid we won't have time for that." If he feels the tension in your body, he doesn't comment. 

What in Sith hell is happening? A Sith, fallen Jedi, dark warrior pinned to your back, practically overflowing with need, is claiming to want you. 

Out of all the people in the galaxy, he's taken a liking to you. 

And the feeling of being wanted brings out much more joy than it should because all your life, you've never been needed or wanted besides your master, who was the only one to take a leap of faith by taking you on as an apprentice. But now, his lust has been corrupted by a gut-twisting passion that sends an unprecedented thrill through your skin. The sin of it grows in appeal by the second, and you hold the trepidation deep within the depths of your heart of indulging in it, leading to the corruption of your soul, your signature, and all things you hold true.

"Don't be so frightened, little one," his lilting voice drifts over the shell of your ear, and you desperately try to ignore it. Then, in his weakened grip, you turn around with a swift flourish and jump back in surprise at how close he is to the counter as it digs harshly into your spine. From this position, you can see the light freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, the red rimming his bright, golden eyes, and the smoothness of his features with the prickle of his beard that appears to have been freshly groomed.

"Oh, you're not scared, are you?" He cocks his brow in surprise before it dissolves with a peal of laughter filled with a newfound amusement. His eyes crinkle with mirth when he smiles, his hand suggestively roaming over your waist. "I didn't realize you were such a filthy little thing-"

"Get out of my head, you monster!" your words carried a false sense of strength and authority because the proximity in which his body leans over yours is weakening in itself.

"It's a shame you belittle me as a monster. I had hoped that we had moved past such titles."

"It's hard to move past what you are," you retort, and his hands slap the counter next to you, caging your body with his own. He leans in, his lips just barely cascading over the shell of your ear, his words tainted with seduction but carrying the undercurrent of a warning. 

"Such a tenacious spirit. It's a shame you don't put it to good use."

You freeze, desperately trying to keep your nerves. Valor is a Sith. You couldn't lose sight of that, no matter how much he wanted to seduce you to the dark side. You wouldn't, for Anakin, for the tens of other Jedi who had perished at the hands of Valor's merciless attacks. 

"I'm not like you, Kenobi. I'm not weak-minded enough to fall–" 

Your words are cut off by the abrupt, crushing pressure on your windpipe. Your stomach lurches in your throat with both the surprise and alarm that spikes your adrenaline to pump in desperate waves to get rid of the thing blocking your oxygen. 

He's force-choking you. 

Valor's pupils are blown wide, consumed with an unrestrained fury that pulses from his signature in chilling black waves. The lack of oxygen turns your mind into mush as you collapse, scratching at your throat as you splutter. Valor lowers himself, so your faces are the same height, his lips curled into a vile rage as he watches your panic with a sick sort of glee. 

"It seems you have forgotten my name because Obi-Wan is dead. Killed by MY hand, you will not make that mistake again."

The inescapable squeeze on your throat increases and a pained gasp rips from your throat, tearing your vocal cords.  

"Obi-Wan i-is not dead. He is stronger than you will ever be," you whisper, stuttering over your words as the silver of oxygen entering your lungs in a slow stream becomes more labored. 

"I am not weak, little one, for I am the one who holds your life in my hands. I am the one with control over your mind. And I am the one who will teach that filthy mouth of yours to respect me." 

His hand grabs your face under your cheekbones, and his eyes gain a sadistic gleam as they carefully roam over your face before descending down your figure and back up to your pleading gaze. At this point, tears gather in the corners of your eyes, the asphyxiation leaving you on the brink of unconsciousness as his hand slides down your face, his thumb trailing over your bottom lip.

The invisible grip is released, and instantly you gag, choking violently on your breath while dark spots collect and gather across your vision. Your arm, which held your kneeling frame from collapsing, gives way, the rest of your body tumbling to the floor, the black flecks darkening the edges of your vision. His following words are slurred while the kaleidoscope of colors that danced across your image is engulfed in the endless sea of black, your grip on reality slipping with it. 

"You'll be with me soon. I promise, my angel."

[sunniebabe99]

Dreams Turned to Nightmares- Part 2

So I dunno if this was needed but here I am with part two :D thanks for all of the hearts and the nice comments it really makes my day!

Warning- manipulation, toxic behavior, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, violence. Yandere Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Summary - Y/n wakes up in an unfamiliar place...

Y/n had finally started to feel themselves slip back into consciousness. Their vision finally focused as they sat up from the strange bed they laid in. It was a simple but luxurious bed that was probably big enough to fit three people. The sheets were soft to the touch and black. They had no idea where they were. Or what in the blazes they were wearing. It was not their standard Jedi robes. It was a simple shift nightgown that hid the curves of their body and the one of the sleeves dropped off their shoulder as they sat up more. They threw off their blankets and went to stand up but then a sharp pain erupted from their leg making them hiss and move a hand to it. 

They looked down and saw it was broken and casted. That was right. That man had broken their leg without hesitation. Anger bubbled up inside them at the mere thought of Obi-Wan. He had deceived them, but then again they had also thought he was just an imaginary friend for all of these years. 

They looked back around the room to check the exits. The room was dark and very sleek, everything was black and designed rather tastefully. 

They stood up carefully and hobbled over to the curtains to the right. They moved slowly and held onto a nearby armchair as they then held onto the wall. They pulled the curtains only to squint at the harsh bright light that flooded the room. 

After their vision adjusted they were finally able to see where they were. 

The land around them was filled with lush wildlife and tall trees. They could see nothing but forest from their field of vision. But they couldn't tell which planet this was. It could be any terrestrial planet. 

"Beautiful isn't it?" 

The voice made y/n jump out of their skin, they turned quickly to see Obi-Wan standing by the open bedroom door. Staring at them fondly. He had the habit of hiding his presence from them and they hated that. He took their silence as a que to keep talking though. 

"Master Tyranus was very gracious and lent me his summer home. It's very secluded and there is nothing but miles of beautiful wildlife to observe here…you do still like animals, correct?" He asked. In other words, he was telling them that they were in a place where no one can find them…surrounded by miles of forest and also wild animals so running would be fruitless. Especially with a broken leg. 

They simply gave him a sharp look before hobbling back to the bed. Feeling sharp aches from their leg as they tried to walk. 

Obi-wan shut the bedroom door and watched them. Moving over and reaching out a hand to help them walk. 

They slapped his hand away quickly. 

"Don't touch me" they hissed at him. 

Obi-Wan frowned and let them struggle before flopping on the bed. Wincing and carefully lifting their leg up to rest it on the soft mattress. 

"I'm sorry it had to come to that dearest…you know very well I hate to see you in pain" he said to them as he kept his distance. 

They looked at them with cold anger. 

"I don't know anything anymore…I don't even know if the man I knew was even truly even you to begin with" they said to him. 

"Oh no I have never lied to you, I was always myself with you" he said plainly as he moved to the dark armchair and sat down. Crossing one leg over the other and resting his chin on his hand as he watched Y/n. the light from the window played in their hair and on their skin gently. They looked like something out of a painting to him. He wanted to keep them forever safe and free from the elements of the galaxy so they could stay this way. 

"Oh yes but you forgot to add one little thing and that was probably the biggest part about you!" They snapped. 

"You are a sith! You are everything I have been trained against..I thought.." the cut themselves off before they could land themselves in deeper crap. 

Obi-Wan though looked interested to hear the rest.

"Thought what? That I was a good man? Or that I was your imaginary boy toy that was kept locked away in your head" he asked. 

"Don't do that" they said and glared at them. 

Obi-Wan leaned back and raised his hands up in mock defense. 

"It isn't my fault you let your emotions and thoughts run rampant, they are so loud that I feel a headache coming on so do control yourself" he said to them.

They couldn't help but feel a blush creep on their ears in embarrassment. They had forgotten to shield. 

"Oh my darling you are so precious" he sighed and then stood up. 

"Now before you go yelling at me again. I wanted to establish some rules" he said to them as the lighthearted air went dead. His face became serious as he stared at them with his cold yellow eyes. 

"One. Do not run away. If you run away I will have to catch you and then you will be punished and we don't want that. 

Two. You will not leave the house unless you are with me or a droid guard. 

Three. You can roam the house as much as you desire. 

And finally four, do not give me a reason to punish you" he said.

They felt a shiver run down their spine as they looked to Obi-Wan who was sending them a firm look. But as soon as it was there, it was gone in a flash. 

"Right! Now that we understand each other. You must be hungry" he said, feeling around his pockets for something... Y/n had come to notice his clothes were more simple than the party clothes they had last seen them in. he looked more like the man he was in her dreams, comfortable and humble, just this time he wasn't wearing a cloak to hide his features. His hair was long and an Auburn color that seemed all too perfect as he looked for something on his person.

He then hummed as he finally found the small fob he was looking for.

He pressed a button and about five seconds later a droid came waltzing in with a tray of food. The aroma wafted over to Y/n's nose and just the smell made their stomach growl. 

"I had them make your favorite like the ones we would have in our little meetings" he said. 

The droid set the tray on the bed and they looked at it. It was their favorite meal, made nicely and with a tall glass of water. Oh they wanted to dig in so badly. But knew it would just give a sign of their compliance and Y/n did not want that. 

They closed their eyes and looked away from the good. Giving it a silent rejection. Obi-Wan frowned at this. 

"I know you are hungry. Do not be stupid and start a hunger strike because it won't last long" he said. Moving over and sighing. Trying his best to keep a lid on his anger. The silence was deafening as Y/n refused to look at him. 

He then moved closer. Standing at the edge of the bed before grabbing their chin and making them look at him. They casted their eyes down afraid to look. 

"Look. At. Me." He said firmly. They felt their heart race and their head go a bit dizzy with nerves as he inched his face to theirs. they could feel his breath wash over their face and it didn't have an offending smell to it. Was he always this perfect?

Obi-Wan smirked slightly as. He felt their emotions easily. 

"I have all the time in the world. You will break eventually. You will fall and feel like all the hope in the galaxy is gone…and when you do…I will be there to pick up the pieces. I've always been there…and now I don't intend to ever stop...now do as you are told Little One...eat," he said. In another situation one may think the words comforting. But all they brought to Y/n was unease and fear. 

"Just let me go" they said softly to him. Obi-Wan let out a small chuckle. Finding their fear to be delicious. 

"Oh darling, you will understand soon that all I do for you is to protect you. It is purely out of love," he said to them softly. Caressing the side of their cheek gently. 

It took everything for Y/n not to lean into his touch. 

"Sith do not love…" they bit out. Finally looking the man in the eye. 

There was a beat before Obi-Wan pulled away from them. Turning around and crossing his arms. An action that he often did in their little dreams when he was upset or angry. 

Y/n watched him. And then jumped as the droid next to the bedroom door was crushed by the Force. Y/n watched the droid collapse and then looked to Obi-Wan who seemed a bit calmer. 

"That one was due for termination anyways…" he muttered before combing a hand through his displaced hair to put it back in order. 

"You need time…so just sit and think about things while you heal. I'll be back with dinner later and you best have that plate spotless when I return Y/n," he said as he moved to the bedroom door. Using the force to push the crumpled droid into the hallway before slamming the door. Y/n stared at the door for a second as they heard it lock shut. 

It took everything in them not to cry right away as they sat there in silence. 

Obi-Wan could then hear her soft cries as he stood by the door. A soft frown etching onto his face before leaving. They will see...they will come to understand why he was doing this...it was all for them.

Part 3

[countrymusiclover]

23 - Love is stronger Darth

Part 24

Kenobi's Future

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Hi readers the next chapter will be the last for the story of Obi-wan and Y/n with their little girls.

The scar across his face had healed but it was still a horrible reminder. He slowly walks forward but I take two steps back fear in the pit of my stomach. "What's it going to be my darling. Join or die?" He spoke softly without any hesitation in his voice.

I almost dropped my lightsaber from my hands because I am shaking so much. A shiver went through my whole body. I could handle fighting Sidius or even Vader but I can't stomach that I will have to fight the man I love. That I will have to fight my husband. My Obi-wan. The wind blows through my hair where I am grateful that Kiera and Padme actually listened and stayed home on Tatooine. I don't think I could live with myself if they say this. Obi-wan and I have only ever trained together but thus time he wouldn't be holding back. Releasing a breath I opened my lightsaber creating the green glow in front of my face. Obi-wan opened his arms dropping his robe from his shoulders grabbing his lightsaber and twirling it the second he ignited it causing a flashback to run through my mind.

He takes the first advance where our lightsabers smacked against each other lightly. I step backwards spinning in a circle with my lightsaber above my heads hitting his lightsaber. "You're getting better at it, honey."

I compliment him as he just twirls his lightsaber in front of his chest until closing it quickly. "Not as good as you, love. Vader said it himself."

He shrugged his shoulders as I just started twirling my lightsaber over and over feeling the movement getting more comfortable in my hands. "Master Yoda would be impressed and probably jealous I'm teaching you my skills. You are still his padawan."

"I don't wanna fight you, Obi-wan. This isn’t you." I mumbled watching his movements closely. He started walking around in a circle and I followed his actions feeling my heart racing in my chest.

My husband just blankly stared at me with no expression on his face. Walking still in a circle with Vader closely watching. Some lava shoots up in the sky and falls down back to the ground before my husband rushed forward swinging his lightsaber at me. I screamed dodging his attack barrel rolling underneath his attack causing my hair to cover my face. "Obi-wan I know you're in there. You would never kill me!"

Obi raises his hand yanking me forward with the Force but I raised my freehand throwing him backwards instead. Backflipping in the air I landed on my feet with him laying on the ground glaring up at me. He clutched his blue lightsaber tightly. "I am keeping you alive this way. Do you not value your life!"

"Of course I want to live. But not without you...not without my family all together!" I shouted at him throwing my arms out in frustration. Tears starting falling down my face wanting this to be done with.

Suddenly he swings his lightsaber underneath my feet tripping me. My back hit the ground hard and my lightsaber flew out of my hands a few feet away. Obi-wan got to his feet towering over me. I gulped seeing the tip of his blue lightsaber aimed directly at me. "This is your last chance my love. If you don't join me I will kill you." He breathed out sternly.

"So you'd leave our girls without a mother...they would never forgive you for that?" I croaked out through tears starting to sob uncomfortably.

Vader steps closer clutching his hands into fists at his sides. "Don't listen to her. She's not going to join kill her. Kill her Obi-wan!"

Obi-wan locked gazes with me as I shutter in fear. I prayed that it didn't have to be his face as the last thing I saw. Where he's looking at me filled with anger. But if I am to die this way then Kiera would take Padme to safety somewhere else. And I would be reunited with my sister in the neatherworld of the Force. I would see Qui Gon and eventually my old master Yoda. Obi-wan swung his lightsaber back so I closed my eyes waiting for him to strike me. But I heard Vader grunt in pain instead. "Ugh....you betrayed me!"

"Yes I did Darth. I know where my loyalty is, with my family and my wife." Obi-wan turns on husband heels offering me his hand to help me up.

Before I put my hand in his he dropped his red lightsaber to the ground. "Obi-wan look out!" I screamed pointing over his shoulder when Vader raised his weapon over his head almost killing him.

He turned around using the Force drawing my green lightsaber into his hands. He blocked Vader's blow with green and red against each other. "I shall never turn to your side Darth. I have everything I want right here." My husband shoved his enemy back cutting a part of his mask with my lightsaber.

Vader dropped to the ground gasping for air. Obi grabbed my arm pulling me in the direction of my ship quickly shutting the door and making the jump to lightsaber before he could track us. "Obi...are you alright. Does this hurt?" I asked spinning in my chair to face him. As soft as possible I brushed my finger over his scar feeling him sigh in relief.

"I - I'm alright now that I have you..." He intertwined my hand with his resting his forehead against mine started to cry into my chest. Wrapping my arms around his shaking body I kiss his messy hair. "I'm sorry I tried to kill you...I'm sorry I put you in danger. I thought he was dead...I never imagined...I'm sorry my love.." He sobbed into my shirt staining it but I just clutch the fabric of his robes tightly in my hands.

The flight home was silent after that. Obi-wan clinging to me and I to him. His face laying in the crook of my neck trying to calm his breathing down. My chin resting ontop his head so I closed my eyes getting some sleep before we reached home. Tatooine was the safest place in the Galaxy for us. If Vader came again we could be ready. We proved to him that love was stronger than the Dark Side. "I love you my Obi-wan...always and forever."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[msminutes]

✦ - about me + mini masterlist!

“what a plot twist you were.”

hi, i am bella! i’m part of the wwe, marvel, aew, stranger things, and star wars fandoms <3 i also write stories from time to time so feel free to send in requests !

• america chavez:

— gold rush

— contention

— descant

• mike wheeler:

— cardigan

[queenie-official]

Judge: He’s responsible for killing children

Me: But your honor, he’s just so baby girl

[p0piaz]

Imagine obi wan and anakin sporting a tattoo like this 😭🤚 ~ I loved this interview

[demigoddessqueens]

You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you

[darthgloris]

A little Obi-Wan appreciation because he's also gorgeous and sexy 🤤

This is so hot and I really don't know why-

The spin, the stance, the exhale, the messy hair

AHH THE HAIRRR

*swoons in high ground*

[hnrytea]

bf material

[weixuldo]

No Attachments pt 2

Jedi! Anakin x F/Dancer!Reader

a/n: so idk y this story appealed so much to me, but I just wanted to write pining casue I haven't done that in a while... I hope you all enjoy the second part of this mini series :)

Slight NSFW

Anakin’s growing interest doesn’t go unnoticed

Warnings: cursing, anakin is a little bit of a perv, exhibitionism, voyurism, horny thoughts, cursing, fantasies, masturbation, cannon typical violence, mentions of sexual harassment

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The colorful lights of the club shone perfectly against your skin as you enchanted the audience- you made sure to dress up extra nice tonight though because your little jedi was in attendance. 

The duo had been coming in every few days for the past couple of weeks to monitor the areas, get new information, and to search for any dodgy characters.

Once you realized they would only be here on certain days, you decided to switch up your outfit cycle and routines; you said you wanted the younger of the two and you knew just how to get him. 

Today was a normal day- the pair walked in and greeted your manager and the other employees; of course the younger, whom you learned was named “Anakin”, came up to greet you with a nervous smile.

Even after meeting several times, he just couldn’t seem to get a hold of himself when you were in his vicinity. 

You noticed his lingering eyes as you weaved your way through the crowds each night, his sweaty palm when he shook your hand after a check-in (he noticed his perspiration and began offering his gloved hand instead).

The way he’d bashfully look away once you locked eyes with him- he was totally smitten. 

The times he chose to “check-in” also didn't go unnoticed; he always pulled you aside right after a performance or right after you switched outfits (he really just wanted an excuse to gaze upon you for just a moment longer). 

Little did you know that you were always on his mind- when he left the entertainment district and went back to the temple, no matter how hard he tried, you just simply would not leave his thoughts. Your perfect body haunted him as he would try to resist his natural urges. 

He was better than this and he knew it! So why couldn't he stop himself from imagining you, spread out on his bed at the temple in one of your little outfits, beckoning him with hooded eyes. 

“Anakin” you would call in a sultry tone, drawing him in. 

He’d ravage your body with hungry kisses and pull at the perfectly fit clothing stuck to your body.

How many nights had he stayed awake with the company of his own hand, just imagining you around him?

He’d watched every one of your shows- he had seen your hips, how flexible you were, how calculated you were… he needed you to himself.

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You finished your main dance for the night and had a few private sessions lined up for some very eager patrons. You didn’t mind doing the private dances, it brought in good money- but they could be… uncomfortable sometimes. 

The lace of your newest lingerie set brushed your thighs as you pulled it up; the first patron was a regular whom you really did not like- he was rude, touchy, and would often try to convince you to do things above your pay-grade…lovely way to start the night. 

The dim hallway was lined with what looked like velvet and rhinestones, an obvious reminder of what you were here to do. 

At the end of the hall were your assigned private booths, your patron was already waiting in there- you could feel the sleazy aura from behind the door. With a sigh you fixed a fake smile onto your face and strided for the door. 

You prepared to knock but you felt a demanding presence behind you

Anakin. 

Your perfectly painted lips curled into a smile and you gently nibbled on your lower lip before turning around. He stood a few feet from you, back straitened, arms crossed, and legs holding a domineering stance. 

“Well look who it is, what can I do you for? Oops! I mean do for you” you teased with a confident smirk. 

The jedi’s scarred eye twitched before he unfurled his arms and strode towards you, “need to do a check-in” he said bluntly before looking down at the floor (so cute). 

“I’ve got a dance I gotta do first- can it wait for a minu-”

“No, tell that pervert he can get another dancer to straddle his lap- you’re occupied” he stated; his demanding tone sent shivers up your spine. 

Funny he thought the people who pay to see you were creeps when he does the same things for free… just the other day you heard him stroking himself in the employee refresher; the fast plaps of his dick sliding through his strong hands, his concealed groans, and breathy pants… you heard it all- and you knew exactly why he felt the need to do that while he was on shift. Quite hypocritical of him. 

“Pervert, huh? Well I happen to need these pervs to come in and request dances so I can pay my bills” you said back to the man standing in front of you. 

He stepped forward and pulled out a small device from his utility belt and fiddled with the controls, you stood on your tippy toes to peek at what he was doing. Once he was done he turned the screen towards you and impatiently muttered, “there, now may we proceed with the check-in?” .

The small device showed your banking account and a slip for a transfer of 3500 credits- holy shit!

“Anakin, what?” you said in shock. 

“Now you don’t have to complain about losing money from that man” he said blankly before guiding you back to your dressing room. 

You knew the Jedi temple had a stash of funds, but that was just crazy! 3500 credits to skip one dance! 

As he guided you Anakin mulled over what to discuss with you in the room- he had just “checked in'' earlier today and both of you knew there wasn’t anything that went on in between then and now.

To be honest, he just didn’t want you going in there and dancing for someone… he didn’t like the idea of you doing that for anyone in private (unless it was him). 

Once you reached your room, you sat comfortably on your sofa and he took the seat adjacent to you. He was about to speak when a pile of your fabric began to move- Anakin’s senses heightened and he was ready to attack anything that came out. 

“Nechaska, my sweet girl! C'mere '' you smiled calling for your fluffy loth cat. 

She hurried to your side and hopped into your lap with a content purr. Anakin scoffed at the cat, a little embarrassed it startled him so much. 

“Nechaska?” he questioned, “you speak Huttese?”.

“Tagwa, um u jedai?” you responded with a smile.

“Tagwa mee'm tuta tatooine” he said, calling out his home planet. 

“Very nice- I like your accent” you smiled at his blushing face. 

“And I like your kitty” he smirked, pointing as Nachaska growled at the strange man in front of her, though both of you knew which kitty he was referring to. 

“You like my kitty? Wanna play with her” you flirted back with a laugh before coaxing the ball of fluff in your lap to back down. 

Yes I would, Anakin thought to himself before he strode closer and squatted down slowly so that he was eye height with the loth cat in your pretty lap. 

“Nene” you cooed, using her nickname, “It’s ok baby, he’s not gonna hurt you”. 

Anakin slowly extended his gloved hand but the cat swatted it away; she hissed once more before sinking her claws into his glove. Your eyes widened at her peculiar behavior before you pulled her away. 

“Nechaska! Bad girl- we don’t claw people! Are you alright Anakin?” you asked worriedly.

Anakin’s eyes were trained on your cleavage as your robe slid off your shoulder as you calmed your cat down and it didn’t help when you called his name so breathlessly (it made his dick stir). 

“Oh yea, i’m good” he said, snapping out of his trance. 

“She has really sharp claws, are you sure you’re ok?” you asked again. 

“Yea, don’t worry about it doll, can't feel it anyways” he laughed. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

He shrugged and began to take his glove off; you had never seen him without it. As it slid down his arm the fabric and skin was replaced by cool metal- a prosthetic! Did he lose it in battle-

“See, not a scratch- you don't have to worry about me” he said before reaching to pet your cat with his flesh hand, “She probably could tell it was metal- I’ve found that animals prefer the real thing” he smiled as she nuzzled her face against his large hand.

His large, strong, veiny hand. The tendons pulled as he maneuvered his fingers around Nene’s soft coat. His long fingers looked a little too appealing; wonder what would they feel like inside of-

“You’ve got a really nice pussy here” he said with a smirk, still looking at the cat (and not you). 

“Yea, she’s really sweet” you said before pulling her from his reach, “Now what did you need to talk to me about?” you said impatiently. 

He looked down with a smile and shook his head; he could tell you were jealous of the attention he was giving your pet- it was cute.

“Just wanted to ask if you had any more info or if you’d overheard anything lately?” he said as he took his normal seat on the velvety couch adjacent to your vanity. 

“Ani- what would I have heard? I’ve been on stage all night” you sighed; you didn't even realize you had shortened the Jedi’s name (it was a habit for you to give everyone nicknames, especially since you’d been in this business to long- people loved a good pet name). 

“What did you just call me?” the Jedi asked, placing his elbows firmly on his knees and leaning forward. 

He seemed displeased; you inhaled sharply. 

“Sorry, ‘ts a habit- I just shortened names a lot, I didn’t mean to offend you” you sputtered out as you subconsciously held Nene closer to your chest; her purrs against your chest gave you comfort. 

What you didn’t know was Anakin had to slide forward because his dick perked up at the name; he called you into this meeting so he couldn’t just leave now- but he also didn’t want you seeing his obvious hard-on.

…Especially just from his name. 

“It’s alright-” he said deeply. 

“I won’t call you that again, My apol-”

“No!” he half shouted, half pleaded; he cleared his throat and shook his head, “no, you’re good, sweetheart”. 

Sweetheart…

You almost had to suppress a moan as you clenched your thighs together. Anakin observed you and tried to analyze what was going through your mind- was the name too much?

Sure you were a flirty person but he could never tell if you actually meant it or if it was just your work persona. Either way, sometimes he just had to take a risk. 

“Well then, Ani… What other knowledge can I offer you?” you batted your lashes finally gaining your footing again. 

Before he could answer there was a familiar knock on your door, “Hey Z! C’mon in” you said standing. 

Your boss walked in somberly with Obi-Wan and another dancer, “Excuse the interruption my dear, but a new development has just arisen in the case”.

“Anakin, we need to talk to this young woman, now” the bearded man beckoned. 

“Would you be ok to do another dance tonight? Since Rini needs to be spoken to…” Z asked anxiously, his pale blue hands wringing around his robes. 

“Of course, Z” you said as the jedi and your coworker left the room. 

“What’s going on?” you asked worriedly once the door was closed. 

The tall twi’lek shook his head and you ran to his side as he buried his face in his hands. 

“Tarkir was found in the back alley, disarmed and severely injured” he explained and you allowed your Nene to sit in his lap. 

Takir was a Togruta who was a few years older than you who worked as head of security at the club. You and him didn’ talk much but there was a general sense of comradery among the club’s employees.

But you did know that he and Z had been together since you had worked at the establishment (which was years…). 

“Maker?! Where is he now? Is he going to be alright?” you asked, placing a comforting hand on Z’s back. 

“He’s been taken to a med center but I’m not sure if he’ll pull through…” Z sniffled.

“I'm so sorry Z- Is there anything I can do?” 

He shook his head, “No, but thank you dear… But Rini-”

“What about Rini?”

His fingers ran through your cat’s fur as he calmed himself (you’d never seen him so vulnerable). 

“She- She has been involved with the crimes… and the patron- Nevermind, I’m sure the Jedi will fill you in” he wiped at the tears forming in his eyes. 

“No- I need to know that you’ll be ok, I don’t want to leave you like this Z” you said as you placed your hands on his shoulders. 

He shook his head, “I’m fine- What would help me the most is if you would perform Rini’s number since she’s probably going to be arrested in a few hours” he attempted to joke and you nodded. 

“Alright” 

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That night was the last time you saw the jedi pair; with the case solved, there was no reason for them to stick around.

The whole club had kinda gotten used to seeing them; honestly kind of a shame they wouldn’t be around anymore. 

Months went by and people moved on, but you couldn't remove Anakin from your mind- you really did start to like him… But it was relieving to know the immediate danger was gone. 

You still weren't really sure what actually occurred, but you did know that Rini was taken to the jedi temple and promptly replaced. Z hired a new head of security and spent more time at home caring for his lover and less time at the club. 

Things had definitely changed- for the first time in years you were not enjoying your work anymore. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why but you had begun searching for other jobs.

Sure the crimes had been absolved but something about the place just felt unsafe- especially since Z wasn’t there to manage it full time anymore. 

Tonight was the same as always, you got ready, warmed up, and headed backstage to wait for your cues. Recently your dancing had been lackluster- of course the patrons still enjoyed the show, but your heart just wasn't in it anymore. 

The presenter announced your oh-so familiar stage name and you strutted onstage. The LED lights of the club flashed as your song began. Without much effort you strutted down the stage to the silver pole and completed a full carousel swivel before landing in a split. The crowd cheered as you maneuvered your legs into a new position.

There were more patrons than usual tonight; was there a holiday you weren’t aware of? You scanned the crowd to get a feel of what kind of people you would be entertaining here tonight- they seemed kind of rowdy.

You almost missed your next move when your eyes landed on a familiar face; those piercing blue eyes, that scar- Anakin.

As you continued your performance, he watched intently, eyes never leaving your form. He really wasn’t supposed to be here but it had been too long since he saw you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remove your enchantment from his mind. 

Night after night, he dreamed only of you; some nights he woke to stained boxer shorts, others, he had to rut his hips into his mattress to suppress his desire. 

Finally, today he was able to slip away from the temple to take some much needed personal time; Obi-Wan had asked him what his plan was and he explained he needed to go into the city to look at new parts for his arm.

Obviously that was a lie, because Anakin had just repaired it about a week ago, but Anakin had a feeling Obi-Wan already knew what he was doing. 

He donned civilian clothes and headed into the heart of the bustling city, ready to see you again. 

And here you were, dancing across the stage- how he missed the colored lights across your soft skin; he needed to speak with you. Your song finished and he practically ran to the teller to set up a private meeting. 

Forcefully he slammed his credits down on the counter and spoke, “I want to request room 3 with the last dancer that was on”.

“Oh, she is our highest rated dancer, her fees are very-” the woman said cautiously. 

“I’m aware, I’ll pay whatever I need to have an audience with her” Anakin spoke formally, making a few patrons laugh at his vernacular. 

“Alright” the woman replied skeptically, preparing to jot his name down. 

“Tell her it's Anakin,” he said before the woman handed him the shiny golden key to the room at the end of the hall. 

He entered the familiar room and sat with a nervous sigh- he was finally going to ask what he had been wanting to for months. 

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You let your hair down from the tight updo it was in as someone knocked on your door. 

“Come in!” you said with a sigh; you really just wanted this night to be over. 

The desk attendant walked in with a notepad and started reading off the private dances you had scheduled tonight. 

“- Anakin” 

You stopped what you were doing and turned towards her. 

“Anakin?” you confirmed. 

“Yes, he's a taller guy with a scar over his-” she began.

“Clear my schedule for the rest of the night- I’m only seeing him” you said as you hastily searched for your best outfit (an elegant dress that wasn't too revealing). 

“B-but y/n, what about the other-”

“Tell them I have been fully booked or tell them that my availability has changed, ‘t doesn't really matter to me” you said, touching up your lipgloss. 

She nodded before heading for the door, “He’s in room 3”. 

Room 3… you took a deep breath as you made your way down the velvety hallway.

Everything's gonna be fine- just be confident as always.

With a tremor in your hand you reached for the door.

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a/n: soo yea sorry abt all of the new characters but i wanted to make this story realistic lolll- idk y but perv ani has been on my mind 😩

[miseries-mistress]

A LOVE THAT CAN NEVER BE TAINTED | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: You knew the council to be many things, and through your life as a Jedi, you had grown accustomed to the less desirable missions they threw onto you and Anakin, despite you being a Knight and Anakin a padawan or in more recent events, a recently knighted Jedi. But for this mission, they had placed Obi-Wan to remain at your side, which in your experience, is never a good sign. This assignment was by far much more unnerving and perilous than any other. You had to infiltrate a Separatist's event disguised as Sith Lords to extract information. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Warnings: female reader, takes place during the clone wars, slight spice, fluff, obi-wan pretending to be a sith, all sith names are made up, little to no angst. W/C: 4129

Notes: i am such a whore for sith obi-wan that it's not even funny. let me know if you want a part 2

star wars masterlist

"I'm sorry, what?" you ask the council, completely dumbfounded. You felt your blood run cold, a lump forming in your throat. This could not be happening.

"We believe a certain senator has betrayed the Republic and is furthering their agenda in the Senate. He is prolonging the war and draining our resources, which is something that cannot be taken lightly. Our sources say this senator will attend a well-guarded event, a Separatists gala. You and Master Kenobi will infiltrate this party and extract the proof or a confession that the senator has betrayed us."

You turned to Obi-Wan, the Jedi resting comfortably in the seat in front of you, amusement dancing in beautiful blue irises. 

"Of course, Master Windu," you dipped your head into a bow, your eyes transfixed to the man who had stolen your heart. You turned on your heel and stepped out the door, your robes swishing behind you as you trekked into the sunlit Temple. You were so screwed.

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The day of your mission arrived much faster than you anticipated, leaving your head reeling from the information overload. The event would be a gala filled to the brim with people who possess more money than you could dream of. All of them would be Separatists with varying levels of power and authority. Sith Lords, commanders, generals, admirals, masters, and apprentices were all supposed to be in attendance. That's how you and Obi-Wan would blend in and appear under fake names of the Sith Master Plo had brought in less than a week before. Their capture had not yet reached the public, meaning you and Obi-Wan had to pretend you were the Sith the council had brought in. 

What. The. Kriff.

That was your thought process as Obi-Wan continued explaining the details of the mission in the security of your apartment, his eyes drifting over to yours every time his words elicited a new reaction out of you. 

"The council provided us with this." Obi-Wan set down two bags in between you two. You took the one with your name embroidered and tentatively opened it. Inside was a dress, an elegant black one folded neatly, a lightsaber, and other smaller items and trinkets at the bottom. You furrowed your brows at the lightsaber, dragging it from the bag and holding it tentatively in the palm of your hand. Its curves and dents were unlike your own, and its weight shocked you; it was heavy. You ignited the deadly 'saber, and you sucked in your breath at the sight. The lightsaber was a deep red color, like blood, humming with a passion that sent goosebumps rising up your arms, and you could instantly tell many Jedi lives had been ended by it. You deactivated it, setting it back into the bag where it belonged. The weapon of a Sith did not belong in your hands. 

"I don't like this," you murmured, your eyes searching the floor. This entire carefully constructed lie made uneasiness crawl up your spine. It seemed like overkill for a single senator, one with such little power in the Senate already. Such a measly senator could be taken care of by clones, maybe even by a single Jedi, not by two well-respected Jedi Knights. It didn't make sense why you couldn't follow him around and wait for him to say something useful for your case against him, maybe even scare a confession out of him, not infiltrate a Separatist event dressed as Sith Lords. There was definitely something the council wasn't telling you, and by the look on Obi-Wan's face, he knew exactly what it was.  

"I know, my dear, I don't like it any more than you do, but we can't go against the council's wishes," he explains calmly, his regal accent trickling into his carefully crafted sentences. You slumped against the couch, peeking over at the bag next to you. Could you even pull off an assignment such as this? Surly pretending to be a Sith Lord will prove nothing but brutal, and what if someone recognized your voice? Surrounded by that many enemies, you don't know how you will be able to make a swift escape and obtain the much-needed information. Maybe that was it. The information was the key to all of this.

The senator must have more information than the council led on. That's why clones or even most Jedi couldn't do this. You and Obi-Wan are notorious for well-thought-out and put-together sentences, stringing each word along to create artwork that could not be seen. Your words touched a part of the brain that would never dream of saying no to any proposition you had to offer. The council needed a negotiator, someone who could ease the information out of him while maintaining a low profile, someone who could get everything he knew, not just the fragments.   

"It's imperative you get ready, my love. We have lots to do." Obi-Wan's hand came to your neck, the rough skin rubbing over your sensitive nape, sending a shiver down your body. He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the crown of your head before he pulled away, a gentle smile resting on the curve of his lips. He squeezes your hand before standing up, heading to the bathroom to change his attire. You shook your head before grabbing your bag, making for your room to become someone else entirely. 

The dress was…revealing, to say the least, leaving nothing to the imagination. You've never thought about cleavage until now, but it's unavoidable by the way it highlights your body's best attributes. However, it left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Although you reminded yourself of the importance of this assignment, a multitude of voices screamed in your head to find some excuse to duck out of this one. Not that Obi-Wan would ever let you get away with it, but it was a strong enough thought to keep your hands shaking while you sweep your hair into an elegant updo. 

Thanks to your years of friendship with Padme, you knew the basics of makeup. She had taught you and even done looks that she thought would best compliment your face during some of your rare visits to her. 

When you were finished, you took one last look in the mirror. The dress tightly hugged your body in a way your Jedi robes had never done before. The cool silk material dripped over barely covered skin, encasing you in a cocoon of comfort. If that wasn't bad enough, there was a long slit running up your left leg all the way to your thigh. You forced your mortification at the revelation down because, in the end, there was nothing you could do about it. 

And while your dress set you off, your face looked something out of a magazine, perfect and flawless with the expectation of the sickly yellow contacts rimmed with red you had put in place. If you were pretending to be a Sith, you had to look the part, no matter how much you resented it. 

You clipped the lightsaber onto the hook embedded into your dress, taking one last look in the mirror to steal your nerves. You were a Jedi who had faced the perils of war and led a battalion of your own at your young age. If you could stay calm in the face of battle, you could do this. With one last glimpse of yourself, you left the confines of your room. 

Obi-Wan sat on the sofa that occupied your small living space, legs spread, his lightsaber tantalizingly resting on his thigh. He looked good, and part of you secretly wished he would dress in these colors more often. He bore luxurious black robes that hugged his defined muscles from years of training and battle. They traced his muscular figure, and in a way, the garment was more revealing than his regular white and brown robes that flowed over his pale skin. The fabric itself looked expensive in contrast to the ones the Jedi council provided him with.

Nevertheless, he looked as if he was dripping in wealth, oozing the confidence of someone with the world at their fingertips. His hair was slightly unkempt, appearing as though he couldn't be bothered to do it. His eyes were the same color as yours, but they held a firmness that wasn't there before. It was almost frightening how much he looked like he belonged with the beings you had sworn to destroy. 

Obi-Wan turned his head at the sound of your heels clicking against the stone tile, and his mouth fell agape at your appearance. A giddiness of the likes he'd never known filled him, causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach. You, for lack of better words, were breathtaking. You were poised, brimming with seduction while you made your way to him. Your face, one he had the pleasure of memorizing, was coated in a layer of makeup that brought out your natural beauty. Even though you didn't need such things to look like perfection, he felt it added to your con of being the incarnation of lust and the model of desire. And oh, your outfit. The fabric, as scarcely as it was spread across your body, accentuated each mouthwatering curve of your body. He unconsciously folded his leg over the other at the mere sight of you, sending arousal spiking through his blood. A part of him was ashamed for giving in to his desire so quickly, but a voice in the back of his mind argued that he didn't care. You were indeed the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in all his years, someone who made his body throb with heat.

As you approached him, the master negotiator was lost for words, reduced to a sputtering fool in the presence of a woman. 

"Hello, Kenobi." Maker, even your voice reduced him to a puddle on the floor. 

"My love, you are breathtaking." The validity compliment rocks you straight to your core. Sure, he's told you numerous times how beautiful you are, but this particular instance leaves you breathless with your cheeks engulfed in heat. He takes your hand, carefully kissing yours, his beard scratching your succulent skin. You both stood there for a moment, drinking in the sight of the other before Obi-Wan cleared his throat, slicing the tension that filled the room. "Let us depart, shall we?"

— 

The ride was short, mostly filled with you stewing in your anxiety. Obi-Wan had placed his hand over your thigh from his seat, his eyes remaining on the vastness of space while you traveled in hyperspace. But, unfortunately, the action did little to settle your bouncing nerves. There was so much that could go wrong, so much at stake, yet Obi-Wan continued to remind you in your mind of four simple words. The council chose you. 

You knew the meaning behind those words; the council trusted you with a mission such as this, but you couldn't help but feel like you were being thrown to the wolves. The mystery of the deeper meaning behind this mission was also lost upon you. Whatever it was, Obi-Wan likely knew what was going on with him being on the council, and that's all you needed. At least both of you weren't ignorant of the assignment's true objective. 

You had thought about asking Obi-Wan about the information you were supposed to obtain but settled on letting him reveal it when the time was right. If the council hadn't outright said it to you when they gave you this assignment, Obi-Wan wasn't likely to tell you either. That said, you trusted him to unravel the truth to you when the time was right, and that faith in him quelled a couple of your worries. 

"We're here." 

You heaved a sigh, slowly rising from your seat while Obi-Wan turned off the ship. This was it. 

Outside, you were met with private transport provided by the event hosts. The two of you climbed in, taking a seat on the velvet cushions while the world sped past you until it halted outside a grand building. 

As soon as you stepped out, the vehicle behind you left, and the air around you changed. Obi-Wan threw up his walls, barricading his mind from anyone who wished to enter it. The force of it shoved you from his presence so abruptly that you almost stumbled back. He reined his signature in at the same time, making sure not to let his emotions slip into it because one mistake, one moment of distraction, and letting your guard on your mind fall would mean the end of this mission and possibly your life. 

You followed his lead and put your guard up, careful not to let your nervousness bleed into your signature. He turned around, swiftly grabbing your hand and pulling you to his chest. You rest your hand over the silky fabric of his black robes, feeling the muscle beneath the clothing. Your eyes darted to the area around the building, and when you could not sense or see anyone, you will yourself to relax.

"Remember the plan?" he asks, and for a moment, you're too enraptured in him to respond as the moonlight kisses his skin. The stars flicker and twinkle above you, cascading their light onto the city. While you watch the light dance across his features, you nod your head, and he lets out a sigh of relief. His gaze flickers around before settling on your face, and his eyes soften, contradicting the gold of the contacts. "You'll do just fine, I promise."

His gloved hand runs down your bare arm, the leather rough against your smooth skin. His hand trails from your arm to your chin, thumb, and forefinger hooking around it, raising your head so your eyes, once focused on the floor, look into his yellow ones.

"Hey," he softly says, adoration virtually spewing from it. "You'll do great."

You offer him a smile, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"Of course, Selena," he teasingly uses your fake name, his lips quirking into a smile. He releases an airy laugh, and you can't help but follow suit, basking in your few moments of serenity, the calm before the storm. 

The closer you approach the building, the more droids you can see lazing about the perimeter. The occasional figure clad in black darts through the light pouring out of the open doors. Obi-Wan possessively places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to his side. It startles you at the sudden contact and no less in public. You let your signature extend out to Obi-Wan, and he grasps it eagerly, taking hold of it while the mental walls he had so carefully crafted crumble into tiny particles of dust for you and only you. 

What are you doing? You wordlessly ask him through the force, and a moment later, his mind parts to reveal to you the answer. 

The Sith we are pretending to be were in a relationship, despite being master and apprentice. Have a tad more faith in me, love. 

You released the breath you didn't realize you were holding as you came to a halt by the doors. The droids extended their hand, inspecting you for a moment before asking your names.

"Lord Alic Bared and my apprentice Selena Madrador," he answered, his face unbothered while the droids skimmed through a list on the holo pad. Finally, they checked something off before letting you through and into the belly of the beast. 

You stepped inside, and if it weren't for Obi-Wan guiding you forward, you would have stopped dead in your tracks. The room was nothing short of magnificent. The walls were tan but covered in windows, showcasing the glittering city of lights beyond the magnificent building. The ceiling itself was striking, rising high above the ground with a dazzling chandelier sparkling with reflective light to accompany it. And the most jaw-dropping thing about it was the beautiful illustrations painted across it and the cascade of colors mixing with the story that each inch the paint covered.

Focus. He gently reminded you with a slow wave in the force, forcing your eyes away from the beauty. Obi-Wan walked with the feline gracefulness of someone who held themselves with arrogance, with you following at his hip while his eyes slid attentively over the room. You recognized members from the Separatist Parliament, who glanced your way before returning to their drinks. 

Obi-Wan led you to the bar, where a couple of officers sat, boisterously laughing at a joke one made. Luckily for you, they hadn't noticed your presence yet, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone a few moments before your skills would really be tested. 

"People are more likely to talk at events such as these. So keep your ears open," Obi-Wan spoke in a hushed whisper, his breath tickling your ear. You slowly nodded, trying to control the erratic beating of your heart at his closeness. 

You cleared your throat, settling the urge growing within you, your eyes flitting back to the lightsaber resting on your hip. "How did the Council even get these?"  

"Jedi have brought many Sith Lords to justice," he replied calmly, his eyes finding his own blade. The silence stretches before Obi-Wan's entire body tenses, and you can feel the anticipation swirling in his mind that he has left open to you.  

"Lord Bared!" a man behind you exclaimed, his voice mixed with pride and delight. Obi-Wan briskly turned on his heels. 

"Lord Typatha," he greeted formally, all remnants of his high Corocanti accent evaporating. You studied their interaction, silently amazed at how easily he could switch into someone else entirely. Yet, his force signature remained steady, without a trace of emotion to betray his empty words. 

"And Selena, it is wonderful to see you in good health." Lord Typatha bowed to you, and you returned the gesture. 

"As are you, Lord Typatha," you responded, forcing your lips to quirk into a smile. 

"It's a pleasure to see you both alive after the battle of Yavin. Some of us were less...hopeful of your return with the silence for four days and all." Of course, that was the battle where the actual Sith were captured. You could tell that this guy was getting so inquisitive, too suspicious of you, that it riled anxiety deep within your gut. It only worsened when you noticed the lightsaber swinging from his hip. 

Obi-Wan squeezed your waist, a warning to pull yourself together before your emotions leaked into your signature. 

"The Jedi couldn't dream of killing someone as powerful as me."

"Of course, they would be too dead to do so." They shared a chuckle as Typatha's eyes fell onto yours. 

"Is Lord Bared still treating you well, Selena?" he light-heartedly jokes, and you feel Obi-Wan's grip harden, his arms tensing. It confused you as to why he would act so possessive over a simple question. 

"Of course, Lord Typatha, after all, no one else could quite provide the same experience of killing Jedi." He laughed, shaking his head as he did so. A few commanders strutted your way, their eyebrows raising impeccably at the sight of Obi-Wan. 

"Lord Bared, I didn't expect to see you so soon." They bowed in respect, and Obi-Wan's face remained unchanging. 

"The battle of Yavin was a mere squirmish, nothing that could truly affect me," he confidently retorted, watching with mock satisfaction as their confidence was flattened in mere seconds by the authority in his words. Then, a second later, they shook it off, taking a sip of their drinks. 

"You wouldn't mind getting me a drink, would you, my dear?" The nickname, which was once filled with endearment, was tainted with lust and mischief. The quiet voice inside your head knew this was all an act, nothing more than careful deception. However, a part of you was drawn in, entranced even by his performance. For a moment, you stood there, captivated by the power he falsely possessed. 

"Of course, Master." You nodded to each of them before departing to the bar. 

At the end of the bar is the senator we are looking for. Make contact. His voice rang loudly through your head. You headed to the other side of the bar, where your target sat with his drink. 

"Madrador, what a pleasure to see you again," he cheerfully greeted. You flashed him a friendly smile, waving down the bartender.

Made contact. Obi-Wan heard your words in his mind, and he paused mid-sentence before collecting himself and returning to the conversation. 

You know what to do.  

"Senator Bushy, the pleasure is all mine," you sultry reply, and he waves off the formalities. All you need now is a confession, then you and Obi-Wan could leave this place that was practically drawing you into its darkness. 

"I don't know how you seemed to grow even more beautiful with time." You chuckle at the compliment, trying not to squirm under his predatory gaze. 

"I could say the same senator, but please, enlighten me on your recent dealings. I would be delighted to learn about what a man of your caliber has been up to." Either the man was drunk out of his mind or just that stupid because he descended into his recent dealings with the Republic and the Separatists, boasting about the financial gain without mentioning the tremendous loss you had read about not too long ago. Your recorder device strapped to your hip, hidden beneath your clothing, caught every crime he admitted to. When he had finished, he asked you how you were doing. You almost wanted to laugh. 

I got it. Obi-Wan's ears perked at your silent message, and you could feel the surge of approval flowing through the force directed at you. 

Well done, darling, you have outdone yourself. 

The senator you were talking with moved on to someone else, slightly stumbling as he did. Yeah, he was drunk. You collected Obi-Wan's drink and returned to his side, but not before you caught the tail end of the conversation.

"Your apprentice seems very fond of Senator Bushy, don't you think?" one of them commented, trying to provoke a reaction out of Obi-Wan. He scowled, his jaw twitching at the thought of you with someone else.

"My apprentice knows who she belongs to," he replied smoothly, swiftly ending the discussion. You returned to his side, handing him his drink while the other commanders' eyes bore holes into your skull. 

Obi-Wan observes you with rapt attention, with an expression you don't think you've ever seen before. You've seen softness, admiration, patience, and fondness. But now he's gazing at you with a mixture of possessiveness and need. You could have been fooled that it was all part of the act that he was a big bad Sith Lord, but behind his eyes, there's a hue of insecurity. Something you've come to recognize in your years of being with him.

Nevertheless, it made you feel small standing next to Obi-Wan as the aftereffects of his words lingered in the air. You couldn't put your finger on why you felt that way, but you couldn't deny the impact his words seemed to have had on you. Your feelings of insignificance didn't go unnoticed by the Jedi at your side as his force signature wraps like a warm blanket around your mind, easing your discomfort and relaxing your tense muscles. 

"I'm afraid we must get going. We have a long day tomorrow," Obi-Wan politely excuses himself, and the attention of Typatha and the officers narrows onto the two of you. 

Typatha's face broke into a wicked grin, sending a coldness you've only encountered a few times in your life as a Jedi down your spine. "Leaving so soon, Master Kenobi?"

[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.

[catsareawesomee]

honestly Padmè is WAY stronger than me because I’d do anything for 5 minutes with that man. I literally made this edit with one hand (IM JOKING or am I?)