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[gatorbites-imagines]

Some paz vizsla x sith male reader?

Paz Vizsla x Sith male reader

Headcanons

Because of my love for fanfic and the Kotor games, theres a lot of headcanosn in this. I will find a way to involve Revan when I can, so he’s also there, in the background. Theres also a single Revan x Canderous mention.

Theres so much about Kotor in this, it really took a life of its own, so I hope you enjoy.

I missed writing star wars so bad, can yall tell?

First of all, being Sith doesn’t immediately make you evil. It just means you follow a specific religious groups way of teaching and practice their rituals to some extent. This means you use the dark side, and have nothing against harming others to reach a goal.

You aren’t as power hungry as other sith in this time, and you aren’t under Palpatine’s thumb. Far from it actually. The dark side is to some extent fueled by your hate for the empire and anyone involved with it, as you were once a jedi youngling when the purging happened.

You were a padawan at the time, and your master had always been very interested in holocrons and the past. Their most prized possession was the holocron of Darth Revan, or one of his many holocrons that had been left all over the galaxy.

So, after you saw them gunned down by the clonetroopers you thought you could trust, you ran, taking an escape pod to get as far away as possible. It just turns out you had been carrying Revan’s holocron in your bag at the time, and after landing on a smaller less populated planet, you had hidden away in its vast cave system.

You feared going mad for a while, as you were just a padawan, one who had lost everything. You were almost consumed by this anger and rage, so uncontrollable as you cracked at the edges and fell.

Revan’s force presence must have felt this inside the holocron, as he appeared before you, and guided you through it, keeping you from completely shattering your mind and becoming a beast hellbent on revenge.

From then on, Revan became your new master, leading you around the galaxy to find his other holocrons and artifacts as he taught you everything he knew, and to the best of his ability.

He was kinder than any sith you had ever heard of or met, and he taught you a lot about the sith empire and how not all sith had been power hungry madmen, that before the rule of two, they had been more on the stable side, to a certain extent.

He never claimed they were good people, but you didn’t need that, you appreciated his honesty. Along these journeys, you even found holocrons of some of the other sith of his like, like Malak, who was Revans old friend.

Malak hadn’t been happy about you in the beginning, but he had ended up begrudgingly taking some kind of master role to you, almost like a standoffish uncle. But thanks to their training you are able to stay completely hidden from the empire, and live the life you want to live.

You go where the force leads you, which just so happens to be places that Revan and other great sith of made themselves at home in the past. You had almost started cheering and singing when you found what some would call the tomb of Darth Nihilus, much to your masters embarrassment, as Malak looked at Revan with a lifted brow.

Your interest in the past had been something you had picked up from your first master as a padawan, and it stayed. It was something Revan had to accept as his force ghost watched you fanboy over a mummified hand of Darth Sion, or leftover notes left over by Darth Malgus on saber forms.

Your greatest achievement was your helmet. Or rather, your master’s old helmet. Palpatine had pretty much ransacked the jedi temples after culling them all, stealing whatever he wanted, and the jedi had owned Revan’s helmet for many years, locked away far away from prying eyes.

With your master, and uncle-masters help, you were able to sneak in and steal it right back, taking it from right under Palpatine and Vader’s noses. The helmet barely looked like a helmet with how old and worn it was, but the power inside it made it clear. It was Revan’s helmet.

Revan had gifted it to you, almost beaming as you teared up at the trust he seemed to put in you. You were sith alright, and your emotions were what fueled you, and your love for your master and his love for you was the strongest there could be between family.

You were able to create a new helmet, using what was left of Revan’s and other materials, one of those materials being Beskar you stole from the empire. You even painted in similarly to Revan but added some of your own touches.

Little did you know, this helmet is what caught your future lovers attention first. Mandalorians love a strong partner, and those that follow the creed love some good armor, so Paz couldn’t keep his eyes off you when he saw you the first time.

You pretty much just bleed raw power into the air around you, letting it swirl around you like a second armor and letting everyone around know you were a possible threat if crossed. That was the kinda person that had Paz sweating and his blood pumping.

You would meet because you found yourself on the same planet as the covert hes with, hunting down something left by Canderous ordo, some piece of armor, like a pauldron he had left behind for Revan as some kind of marriage declaration.

Its after finding these pauldrons that you meet Paz, and some of the other older members of the covert. Apparently, words of a guy in scary black and red armor skulking around was enough to have them weary.

In the beginning they might think your Mandalorian, from the style of your armor and the new unpainted pauldrons you have added to your armor, making them hesitate, but that moment of hesitation if all you need to launch an attack.

You don’t kill any of them, wouldn’t want too, but by the force do you kick their ass, another thing that has Paz feeling hot under all that armor. He almost wants to drop to his knees to say the marriage vows right then and there when you fling him over your head using one hand, the other reflecting blaster bolts with little difficulty.

What can he say, mandalorians fall hard and they fall fast, blame it on living such dangerous and hard lives. So, when he sees you aren’t actually trying to kill them, Paz hopes there’s a chance you might stick around.

You end up getting away, ignoring the cackling of your master and the glowering of your uncle-master. The tables turn when Malak starts mentioning Ordo and the love declaration through the pauldrons, leaving your master quiet and mumbly as Malak smirks. They are definitely the reason you don’t fear the sith of old as much anymore.

Paz grieves a little as he doesn’t see you again for a while, even though he tries to keep an ear and eye out for you in your black and red armor and that flexibility that has him gripping the wall when he thinks about it too hard.

In the end its Ragnar, Paz’s son, that brings you before them again. He had ended up in some trouble, and the force had almost screamed for you to help him. Listening to the force was what you did, so you helped the helmet wearing kid out.

Ragnar was smart, and had heard his dads dreamy mumblings and the other mandalorians teasing, so he could immediately tell who you were. One way or another, and though it’s extremely against the rules, he gets you to where the covert is hiding.

Paz shows up and starts worrying about Ragnar, cuz he loves his son and doesn’t wanna see him hurt, and when he hears its you who saved him, he starts feeling hot under the armor again.

On the insistence of the force, you stick around the covert. Paz takes the time to go about romancing like mandalorians do, by peacocking and challenging you to spars. He never wins, not even the ones where you don’t use the force.

Its humorous to see that large hulking back being wrestled to the ground by you, or thrown around like he weighs nothing. You can tell how he feels about you, but you fear acting on it, even though Revan keeps bugging you to do so, much to Malaks annoyance.

In the end you two end up getting together like how many mandalorians do or did. During a fight. Things were getting tough, and a couple of your allies had gotten hurt, even Paz was down for the count.

You needed him up and at em though, so you had reached down and pulled him into a keldabe kiss, pressing your helmeted foreheads together and told him if he got out of this alive, you’d let him take you on a date.

That immediately had him standing, even though his leg wanted to buckle from a stab wound. The enemy were taken out in record time.

Your first date goes a little awkwardly, as neither of you actually have any experience dating. You spending all your life as a jedi and then sith, and Paz being part of a pretty hard covert. But you two work it out, and it ends with you sparring and scuffling in the sand, which maybe lead to something more. The helmets stay on the entire time.

No one is surprised when you two start dating, or when you start becoming a permanent fixture in the covert. Sure, they’re weary in the beginning because you are an outsider and because you are sith, but they come to appreciate you.

They really start welcoming you when you can use your dark presence in the force to hide them away from anyone searching for them, or to take out possible threats. You even start teaching some of the force sensitive members. You don’t force them to use the dark side, but you do end up teaching them about the balance between both.

When Din shows up again, he doesn’t fully know what to do with the information that Paz went and got himself hitched, and to a sith of all things, but he sees you well you fit into It all and their creed, and who is he to judge.

You get on well with Ragnar, as he was pretty much the one to bring you to his dad, and the kid grows attached to you. Who else but him can brag about his powerful dark sider warrior dad? That gets him some brownie points from the other foundlings.

When you and Paz marry there is no big ceremony, its just a vow spoken between you and that’s it. You always find yourself cackling at the memory of how jittery he had been to see your face for the first time, now that you were married.

During all this time you hadn’t been against taking your helmet off, but you just hadn’t had a reason too.

Paz spends a lot of time just holding your face in his hands and taking you in, with you doing the same to him. Expect many kisses from then on, every time you are alone. He is really bad at kissing in the beginning, since he has zero experience, but he makes up for it with his enthusiasm and willingness to learn.

Paz is still stoic around others and is a big presence, taking care of the dirty work and keeping people safe. But with you he gets to be soft, he gets to be weaker for once, which only fuels his feelings for you.

He never makes you feel like a monster for using the dark side, and he had marveled and just stared at your glowing yellow eyes for a long time the first time he had seem them, barely believing it was possible for them to look like that, just because of the force.

You are still a sith after all of this, and you still leave now and then to hunt down artificacts and other types of knowledge left by the sith of old, but you don’t feel as much urgency as in the past.

You even bring Paz and Ragnar along for the less dangerous ones, as a family trip. You can’t bring them along for most artifacts though, since you don’t wanna lose them to ancient sith traps or mind tricks.

It’s the stability you’ve needed for many years, and though you are still fueled by passion and emotions, it isn’t the same anger that you had harbored all these years. It was more the love you had for your husband and your son, and the fact that you would tear apart the galaxy for them if they asked.

The feelings are returned from Paz of course, and Ragnar too, as you guys’ care about each other deeply, as any family should. They do get a bit freaked out, even years later, when you tell them about force ghosts and how Revan is always present. Sometimes you say it just to see them subtly looking around, it’s hilarious.

[kaminocasey]

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Summary: A sith is sent to check out things on Skako Minor. What she finds is a poor clone who doesn’t deserve what’s happening to him so she does something about it. WARNINGS: THIS WHOLE BLOG IS ONLY FOR 18+, IF I FIND MINORS INTERACTING, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

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[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

This is amazing! I'm already excited to read this! 💖✨️Finally a fic where the female is quite a powerful one. I love the dynamic between her and savage ! He is so adorable worrying. And the rancor move was genius. Probably I would done the same 😅🤭

The New Apprentice Part 1

Maul x Sith!Reader 

A/N: Au where Mother Talzin gives Maul his legs back instead of cybernetics cause why not she’s a God damn necromancer witch queen. Takes place after Savage and Maul are united but Maul trains Savage for a while instead of going all out right away like Canon dictates in the show.

Summary: Maul senses the presence of a force user who is strong with the dark side. Desperate for any alliance he can gain to destroy both the Sith and the Jedi he sets out to gain a second apprentice with his brother at his side.

Word Count: 3868

WARNINGS: depictions of slavery, abuse, reader is bound, violence. I’m gonna wreck canon in this series.

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      A crimson Zabrak male stood before an expansive viewport on the separatist space station he and his brother had infiltrated and overpowered. Savage, the much larger of the two brothers, grunted happily at the abundance of wealth he had found locked in a safe. Maul’s stoic form didn’t waver at this realization. Instead, he closed his eyes, something gnawed at him.

“Brother, what is it?”

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[hearts4sammonroe]

needy anakin coming back from a mission and just wanting to cuddle with his secret wife?? like start of rots type shit xx

pairing: rots!needy!ani x secret-wife!reader

contains: fluff, needy ani, secret relationship, lots of pet names, bathing together but nothing sexual.

a/n: thanks for requesting!! :) I added some more things to the request lolz but I hope you like it!!

divider credit: @saradika

Anakin Skywalker, your secret Jedi husband, just got back from his mission. The second his eyes landed on you he was jogging over with a giddy grin on his face.

“Hello, my love.” He says, picking you up and smothering your face in kisses.

“I missed you, Ani.” You say, hugging him tight.

“I missed you so much more. Words can not explain.” He murmurs.

“Come on, let’s go to my apartment, love.” You say, nodding your head towards that direction. “Can’t let anyone see us, right?”

The second the door clicked behind you, Anakin grabbed your waist and kissed you. “Missed you so much.” He repeats.

“I know.” You giggle against his lips. It took a few tries before you could pull away and you lead him to the couch.

You sit down on the couch but Anakin snuggles his head into your neck. “Love?”

“Hm?”

“Can you… can you hold me? I want to cuddle but I want you to hold me this time.”

“Of course I can hold you, Ani.”

With that you lay back on the couch and Anakin snuggles in, lying his head on your chest and wrapping his large arms around your waist.

“Mm.” Anakin hums happily as you stroke his hair. “My gorgeous, beautiful, lovely wife.”

He probably called you every pet name and compliment under the sun while you lay there for an hour.

Anakin started the bath while you undressed. This was normal for you two to take a bath together but tonight it felt different. More intimate. More romantic. And it was always that way but tonight it was another level. The atmosphere was just pure love.

“Come here, rest back on me.” Anakin murmurs as you step into the tub after him.

You sit back against him and he wraps one arm around your waist and the other tracing circles on your arm.

“I love you so much.” Anakin whispers softly, kissing all over your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“I love you too.” You smile, breathing in the calming scent from the soap and Anakin’s natural scent.

Anakin may be serious during his missions, or his meetings with the council, but with you he’s completely different. Needy, so affectionate, always has an arm around you or his lips somewhere on your skin.

He washed your body even though you were clearly capable of doing it yourself, then washed your hair ever so kindly before you did the same to him.

After the bath, you were out on your balcony brushing your hair in your nightclothes.

Anakin walked up behind you in his dark sweatpants and robe, taking the brush out of your hand and brushing your hair himself.

“Ani, you don’t have to do everything for me. I’m able to myself.” You chuckle but don’t pull away from him.

“I missed you. I want to do everything for you.” Anakin smiles, brushing through your tangles gently. “Your hair is so beautiful. Always been one of my favorite things.”

“Thank you, love.”

After Anakin finished brushing through your hair he set the brush down and wrapped his arms around your waist, just embracing the moment and the night air.

At bedtime, you crawled into your (sometimes) shared bed. You pulled the blanket over your waist then turned to the nightstand to look over your book.

Anakin, being needy as ever, panicked slightly, thinking you were rolling on your side away from him. “Love, cuddle with me. Please.” He nearly whined.

“I am, Ani. Just grabbing my book.” You laugh softly. “You’re so needy tonight.” You laugh once more before turning back and pecking his lips.

“I know, ‘m sorry. I just want you in my arms.” Anakin murmurs, wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your shoulder while you open your book.

“Don’t be sorry.”

You open your book to where you left off last and read aloud until Anakin falls asleep.

You look over at him, smiling softly and pushing his bangs away from his eyes gently. You set your book back onto the nightstand and peck his cheek lightly enough to keep from waking him and settle into bed.

Your precious, sweet, loving, but very very needy Anakin. Annoying at times but you love it.

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[mcrdvcks]

love on the brain

summary: Anakin fucks you. word count: 1.9k+ pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader notes: since i'm seeing revenge of the sith in theaters for the first time (i wasn't even a year old when it first came out, lol) i thought i'd treat myself and everyone else with a pure smutty oneshot. enjoy! (also, sorry for the bad summary. but in reality it is the most apt one😭) warnings/tags: porn no plot, soft dom!anakin, but also needy!anakin?, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation, light choking, belly bulge, unprotected piv, creampie, no beta we die like the clones

It didn’t take until Anakin’s hands were on you, roaming anywhere and everywhere. The door shut with a click, the apartment quiet other than the sound of speeders roaming around Coruscant. He quickly shrugged off his Jedi robe before taking off yours.

His mouth was on you the second the fabric hit the floor, hot breath searing paths along your skin, marking you with lips that bit and kissed and licked with a worshipful kind of violence. His hand tilted your chin up higher, while his gloved, mechanical hand pressed against your lower back, bringing you closer to him until there was no space between you.

He didn't speak. Just breathed—ragged, shallow—as if your presence alone was burning the air out of him. And then he dropped to his knees.

Your boots stayed on, your tunic still hanging off one shoulder, pants snug against your thighs. It didn’t matter. He was already mouthing at your clothed cunt through the fabric, heat seeping into you, that gloved hand sliding down to press between your legs, pushing hard enough to make you gasp. "Anakin—"

"Shut up," he muttered, voice hoarse, reverent, like a man crawling toward salvation. "I need this. I need to taste you."

He tugged your pants down just far enough, hands greedy, trembling with restraint that cracked the second he got you bare. His mouth was on you before the fabric even hit your knees, tongue fucking into you with a hunger that had nothing to do with patience. Like he was starving. Like he'd forgotten how to breathe any other way.

Your knees buckled. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you up, dragging you forward, grinding your cunt against his mouth like he wanted to drown in you. And fuck, he moaned into you—loud, broken, like the taste of you was pulling confessions straight out of his soul.

"You like this?" he growled against your clit, voice soaked in lust and heat. "You gonna fall apart for me, sweetheart? On my tongue, like you were made to?"

You could barely nod, hands buried in his curls, hips rocking into the rhythm he set—filthy, wet, relentless. His tongue curled, dragged up and down, lips sucking your clit into his mouth until you choked on your breath, legs shaking. Every sound he made, every desperate hum and groan, buzzed through you like a live wire.

His fingers joined in, two of them pressing inside you, scissoring, curling until you gasped his name like it was a curse and a prayer all at once.

"That’s it," he whispered, licking up the slick mess he was making of you, drunk on it, wild-eyed. "You gonna come for me? Come on. Give it to me. Give me everything."

And when you did, it hit hard. Your body locked, your cry sharp and high, thighs clenching around his head. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. He held you there, forcing you to ride it out, his mouth dragging every last tremble out of you until you were slumped against the wall, twitching, wrecked.

He pulled back, chin slick, eyes fucking molten. "I’m not done," he muttered, voice almost broken with need. Then he stood, yanked your tunic over your head, tossed it aside like it had personally offended him.

Anakin’s hands landed on your waist, dragging you roughly, half-carrying you toward the couch like you weighed nothing. His body was still humming with it—the desperation, the hunger he hadn’t even tried to hide. The second the backs of your knees hit the cushions, he shoved you down, mouth crashing onto yours, swallowing your gasp.

Your tunic bunched uselessly around your waist, pants still tangled around your knees, boots scuffed against the floor. He didn't waste time. Hands grabbed your boots, yanking them off one by one with sharp tugs that left you breathless. The mechanical whir of his hand echoed through the room as he grabbed your pants next, dragging them down, tossing them somewhere without looking. His breath hitched when he finally saw you—bare, flushed, already wrecked from the first orgasm he'd torn out of you.

"Fuck," he muttered, like a prayer he didn’t know he was saying. His flesh hand cupped your pussy, warm and greedy, fingers dragging through the slick mess he'd made of you. "You’re so wet for me, sweetheart."

Your head dropped back against the couch, hips bucking up into his hand without meaning to. Anakin growled, low and ragged, and grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to the edge until your ass nearly hung off. He settled between your legs, spreading them wide with rough hands. His gloved fingers squeezed, hard enough to leave bruises.

"Keep 'em open," he said, voice dark and broken. His metal hand slipped up your body, grabbing your wrists and pinning them together above your head with a single, unyielding grip. You whimpered, and he grinned, feral.

"You gonna behave for me?" he asked, leaning down, nose brushing yours. "Gonna let me fucking ruin you like you deserve?"

"Yes—" The word barely made it out before his mouth was on yours again, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in. He tasted like desperation, like you were his last goddamn chance at breathing.

Without warning, he pulled back just enough to spit—a sharp, filthy motion—right onto your pussy. The wetness dripped down over your already messy folds, and you keened, hips twitching. Anakin let out a harsh laugh, rough and wrecked.

"Messy girl," he rasped, dragging two fingers through the spit and your slick, pressing them into you without warning. You cried out, thighs trembling, wrists straining against his iron hold.

"Eyes on me," he growled, snapping your chin up with a brutal, loving tilt of his gloved fingers. "Wanna see you fall apart. Don't you dare look away."

He fucked you slow with his fingers, obscene wet sounds filling the apartment, every thrust making you jolt against him. His thumb pressed against your clit, not moving, just holding, teasing, until you whimpered and twisted in his grasp.

"That's it," Anakin muttered, watching your face with a hunger that bordered on violent. His mouth dropped to your throat, biting hard enough to mark, to bruise, sucking a dark bloom into your skin while his fingers curled deep inside you.

You were close again, the second orgasm building brutal and fast, tightening like a noose. Anakin could feel it. You knew he could—the way his mechanical hand tightened around your wrists, how his thumb started circling your clit in tight, punishing little strokes.

"Come for me," he demanded, voice wrecked, forehead pressed to yours.

And you did—your whole body clenching, thighs snapping shut around his shoulders as you screamed his name, raw and broken. He didn't let up. He held you there, trapped in it, dragging the orgasm out until you were sobbing, breathless, trembling against him.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth without hesitation. He sucked them clean, groaning low in his throat like he was losing his mind on just the taste of you.

His hands were already tugging you into place, dragging your bare, shivering body onto his lap like he couldn’t stand another second without you. You straddled him backwards, your ass grinding into his hips, feeling his cock heavy and throbbing against the base of your spine through his pants. Anakin groaned, low and guttural, the sound scraping through the back of his throat.

"Fuck, just look at you," he muttered, his gloved hand sliding up from your thigh, over your waist, palming your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until you whimpered. His other hand, warm and flesh, snaked between your legs, fingers dragging slow and sticky through your slit.

"So fucking wet," he gritted out, grinding you down against him, letting you feel every hard inch he was still holding back. His mouth was at your jaw, biting, kissing, sucking marks onto your skin like he needed to brand you as his. His mechanical hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch, your whole body clenching around nothing.

"Anakin…" You were shaking, voice barely more than a whimper, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he rasped, soothing you with a kiss to your temple even as his fingers found your clit and started circling it in slow, filthy little strokes that made your thighs quiver. "You’re gonna take me so good, aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you just like this."

He barely got his pants down far enough before he was lining up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. No teasing, no patience left in him. He bottomed out in one brutal, perfect thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs, made your head fall back onto his shoulder with a ragged cry.

"Shit—" he growled, mechanical hand tightening at your throat, holding you still as he started moving, slow at first, dragging himself out and slamming back in so deep you could feel him punching against your cervix, see the bulge of him in your lower belly.

"Feel that?" he panted into your ear, thrusting up hard, grinding against your sweet spot until your vision blurred. "That’s me, baby. Stuffed so fucking full."

You could barely nod, brain short-circuiting from the way he filled you, stretched you, ruined you. His hand on your throat shifted, slipping up to push two gloved fingers into your open mouth, gagging you lightly on them as you cried around the intrusion.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice wrecked with love and filth. "Take it. Take everything."

Your body moved helplessly against him, every thrust, every rough circle of his fingers on your clit dragging you closer to the edge again. He could feel it—fuck, he knew it—and he didn’t let up. His mouth found your shoulder, biting hard enough to leave teeth marks as you started shaking in his lap, moaning around his fingers.

"Come for me," he demanded against your skin, voice breaking, desperate. "Fucking come, now."

You shattered, a high, choked sob bursting out of you as your cunt clenched around him, gushing over his cock, soaking his pants, your whole body seizing up in his iron grip. Anakin groaned, loud and guttural, fucking you through it, not giving you a second to breathe.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, shoved you forward over the couch, face down, your ass high in the air as he stayed buried inside you. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down like you might try to run—like you could.

"Not done," he rasped again, losing his fucking mind as he snapped his hips forward, fucking you raw, rough, reckless. His mechanical hand slid up, wrapped back around your throat from behind, hauling you up slightly so he could pound into you even deeper, his cock slamming against your sweet spot over and over until you were sobbing into the cushions.

"Gonna give me another," he growled, biting at your neck, his other hand reaching around to rub your clit again, brutal and fast. "Gonna fucking milk me, baby, come on—"

You couldn't fight it, couldn't even think. Another orgasm tore through you like a lightning strike, your pussy clenching down hard around him, dragging a wrecked, broken cry from his throat. Anakin cursed, stuttering through a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he finally came, filling you up with thick, hot spurts that made you whimper through the aftershocks.

He collapsed against your back, trembling, panting, his hands still clamped around you like he couldn’t let go if he tried. His lips brushed your shoulder, your neck, soft now, frantic in a different way.

honestly, i'm shocked this wasn't longer. it felt long writing it, lol

[ihearthayden]

HOLO-HOOKUP

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

MDNI SMUT 18+

PAIRING: master!anakin x padawan!reader

WC: 2.9k

SUMMARY: you and anakin are in a secret relationship, since it’s against the jedi code. you couldn’t go on a mission today with your master and his team, because you got the fever. he decides to call you during a break, just for a quick check up—but the conversation will last longer than he expected.

CW: phone/hologram sex, masturbation [ f and m ], improper use of lightsaber/lightsaber play, degradation, dom!anakin, age gap, dirty talk, master kink, semi public, slight edging, name calling/pet names

A/N: hey guys! this is my first post/fic so i’m pretty nervous, but i hope you will like it. [ btw my inspo came from CW S7E2 ] my requests and dms are open so feel free to txt me, i’m in a need of hayden/sw enthusiast moots lol btw english is not my first language, so i’m really sorry if something is grammatically incorrect.

now enjoy the story! <3

The halls of the Jedi Temple were eerily silent as you rested in your quarters, the faint hum of Coruscant's bustling cityscape a comforting lullaby in the background—although it was muffled by the thick walls. From the bed, you could hear the distant whir of passing speeders, and their voices always made your mind wander into its blurry maze—to craft different imaginary scenarios. They fed your delusions with the false hope: maybe your master had finally arrived home from his mission. You were supposed to station on Anaxes with the rest of the team, but a morning fever confined you here, far from the frontlines, far from him.

The aftereffects of the illness weighed heavily on you, your body was sluggish and weak, yet it was your heart that ached the most. You couldn't stop thinking about Anakin's suffocating absence and how he should have been caressing your overheated frame instead of fighting on a different planet. You fantasized about him wiping away the beading sweat from your shivering, fragile body with his caring, large palms. You sighed, leaning back against the cool pillow. Every fiber of your being yearned to be by his side, battling droids and facing the galaxy's chaos together, but your condition had left you stranded here.

The hum of the holo-communication device broke the silence of your desperation. You froze stiff as a statue—just like the ones surrounding Naboo's lakeside, and your heart leaped into your throat. You rushed to the device, fingers trembling as you activated the connection.

And there he was.

The flickering light revealed his face, your heart ached at the sight of him. His face bore new scrapes and smudges of dirt, his hair tousled from the battlefield, but his eyes—those molten orbs of fire and tenderness—were fixed solely on you. You got goosebumps as a shiver went down your spine, but the medicine had already started to work, so the fever didn't cause it.

"Ani," You whispered—a breathless relief flooding through you at the mere sight of him. You hadn't even realized how badly you needed him until now. 

"Chee-ska anota," he murmured, the Huttese term for "my dear love" falling from his lips like a prayer.

"I didn't expect to hear from you. I thought you'd be too busy saving the galaxy." You teased him softly, but deep down, you were glad you were on his mind as much as he was on yours. He chuckled—the tone low and warm—a balm to your frayed nerves.

"What's the point of saving it if you're not there to see it?"

But before he could continue his sentence, his words faltered for a second as his eyes traced over your face. 

"You look—your face is still red, and your eyes..." He shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Your eyes are shining, but not in the way I want them to. You're still burning up, aren't you? Fuck." You noticed him curling his hands into a fist, his fingers dug into his palms. "I could already barely focus on this duty because of you, but this was the last straw. I'm going home." 

Even though his concerns melted your heart, you didn't want to ruin their mission by making their strongest Jedi vanish or risk the option of the others discovering your little secret relationship.

"Honey, my fever is already gone. I just need to regain some strength." You were hoping this would change his drastic decision, but it only made him raise his voice at you firmly. 

"It was already a huge mistake to leave you alone in such a helpless state. But I promise you, Chee-ska, I won't abandon you again. Ever." Worry pooled in his eyes, a silent storm brewing beneath his lashes.

God, he's always so stubborn.—you thought to yourself.

Your body craved every molecule of him to be close to you—but you knew you had to do something to calm him down and make him stay there with the troops. You brushed your curly locks away from your face and leaned forward on the bed so that your robe opened slightly in the front, revealing the lacy top of your satin nightgown, along with your rosy cleavage. 

His features immediately loosened up, while a small sigh escaped his mouth—since he's aware that you never wear any lingerie under it. 

"Don't try to manipulate me, Snips. I'm still your master, which makes me the one in charge. I make the rules." He tried to appear serious, but he couldn't mask the sound of longing that filled his voice.

You knew that he wouldn't be able to resist you—since he could never hold himself back. When you find a way to flick the switch in him, he sheds his cautious, caring personality and transforms into a predator. When he got aroused, he became a bloodthirsty beast—and you embodied the prey in his eyes. Just like a starving animal, ready to maul and devour any living creature in sight. 

Since your goal was to push him over the edge, you bit the pink flesh of your pouty bottom lip and reached out to his other lightsaber—which was accidentally left lying on the nightstand next to your bed. It was the only thing that resembled his present, and as you slowly ran your fingers over its surface—you quickly figured out your plan. 

"If you are the one making the rules, why don't you make them fun?" These words left your glossy lips as you drove the weapon up to the right corner of your mouth. 

"Stop being a brat and fix your behavior, youngling. I command you as your superior, not your partner."  His tone carried the weight of authority, a warning you might have believed—if not for his eyes, smoldering and unashamed as it lingered on your chest.

You loved to lure out his raw dominance with your attitude so he would use you to fulfill his sickest, secret, intimate desires. His mechanical arm and the force combined allowed him to take advantage of you and have more control over you than anyone else could ever do—and you enjoyed it more than anything.

"Are you sure that is what you want? Because if you change your mind and stay, you could see me doing this." You kneeled and grabbed the saber with both of your hands so that you could lick it all the way from the bottom to the very top of it. You started swirling your tongue around the tip of it and throated every inch of it without any warning. It wasn't a challenge to take it—your esophagus had adjusted from everyday use to Anakin's significantly bigger size—but it still drew a quiet gag out of you. Your teary eyes never left his surprised gaze, which hunger quickly overtook.

You saw him reach out one of his hands towards your hologram—to pretend to grab your hair—and started bobbing it in the same rhythm as you did with your head. You noticed his growing bulge through the thin fabric of his Jedi uniform—and you couldn't help but sit back on your heels and start rocking your hips a little for some stimulation. This lustful view strikes a tingling sensation in your abdomen. Your brain flooded with the picture of his trembling, overstimulated tip as it stained his pants with his sweet, milky, smeared precum—waiting for you to clean it up with your tongue. 

You snapped back to reality, and a streak of saliva remained attached to the object as you released it from the hot cave of your mouth—while trying to catch your breath.

"I wish that it would have been you. Even though it's your lightsaber, unfortunately, it still can't cum down my throat like you." You said with sad puppy-dog ​​eyes while trying to stop panting, but an unexpected statement struck your ear.

"Ride it." 

A naughty grin appeared on your face as you tried to tease your boyfriend for a tiny bit longer.

"I thought you were worried about your sick little girl, but now you want to use her?" You said with a mocking tone, but he immediately growled at you.

"I said ride it." The harsh order made you stare at him momentarily, but he instantly broke the silence.

"Don't play stupid now. Just obey." He aggressively unbuckled his belt with one hand and rolled up his sleeves while he continued his monologue.

"I lied to the team that I came to this empty warehouse to strategize, so be a good slut for me and don't waste our precious time." He gently ran his fingers over the prominent outline of his size, which made his voice tremble with desire. 

"I saw my needy baby grinding while putting on her little show, so don't you dare to deny how fucking wet you are for me." You squeezed your thighs together, and they remained stuck from how sticky he made you. "You knew exactly what you were doing, so now it's your job to finish what you started, sweet little thing."

You realized how Obi-wan or even the enemy could catch him at any millisecond, so you quickly tossed the lightsaber on the bed, placed your hands in front of yourself and positioned your tiny body above it. 

"Yes s-sir!" You stuttered, but before you could start masturbating, you heard him say—

"Stop. Did you just go dumb on me already? You forgot something. Words, sweetheart, words. What do good girls say?" His serious side always made your core drool. You remembered the missing essential and said it without hesitation.

"Thank you, master!" His mean face finally released a small smile. 

"Now you can continue."

You shifted until your painfully throbbing slit hovered directly over the part that was covered in ridges. As you slowly sank into it, the cold touch of the remaining saliva sent a jolt through your body. You started humping on your little "toy" back and forth, dragging your clit across the whole length of it. The friction made your breath come up in ragged gasps. You tried to glare into his lustful iris but couldn't make contact with his gaze—Anakin had already rolled his eyes back. A heavy moan escaped from your plump lips as he revealed his fully erect member, slamming it against his muscular abs. A puddle of precum pooled around the base of his dick, and some of it already ran down to his thighs. The liquid glistened as the light reflected off it, but he spat in his palm to lubricate it even more. He started gliding his hand on his most sensitive area while watching you chase your high. The holopad was set up to make it look like he was towering over you, ready to finish on your face.

"You are the filthiest whore in the whole galaxy. I mean, look at you, tiny Padawan of mine…skipping your stationing duties to pleasure yourself at home." He kisses his teeth, making a quiet 'tsk' sound." You're fucking pathetic." He threw his head back as he degraded you. You tried to fasten your pace, but your legs started to shake unintentionally to let you know you wouldn't last long. A knot began to form in your stomach, but Anakin shouted at you.

"Oh no, don't even think about it. Don't you dare to cum yet. I didn't give you permission. Don't be greedy."

You whined, your fingers curling desperately into the sheets, the fabric twisting between your trembling hands as you fought against the inevitable. Every muscle in your body was drawn tight, quivering under the weight of restraint, but it was futile—you were at your master's mercy. The heat between your legs was unbearable, pulsing, demanding release, but you knew better than to give in without his approval. Your breath hitched, a pathetic whimper slipping past your lips. You felt helpless, wholly unraveled under his control, but deep down, you knew his cruelty had a purpose. He wasn't denying you out of malice—he was building you up, drawing out your pleasure until it consumed you, until you shattered so thoroughly you wouldn't recover for days. The way he edged you was deliberate, precise, and designed to wreck you in the best way possible. Every second he made you wait, every teasing word, every denied climax—it all led to something greater. He wanted you mindless by the time he allowed you to break. He wanted to pull every last drop of prurience from you until you were gasping his name like a prayer. And when that moment finally came, when he finally let you fall, it wouldn't just be pleasure—it would be devastation.

"See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? At least not for such a good girl. Now, my princess gets rewarded for finally being obedient." He looked up at your face, then down to his old weapon in your hands, and his lips curved into a smirk.

"Slide it in your pretty pussy. Ride my lightsaber as if it was my cock." Anakin's penis was aching, his whole body was shaking while he jerked off. 

"Spread your legs wider, angel, will you? I want to see what's mine. Your warm cunt belongs to me." After his request, your hole pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat. You aligned the "dildo" to your entrance, and with one sharp movement, you rammed it into your opening. You reached up to your chest to cup both of your breasts in your hands and gave them a rough squeeze before you pinched your nipples as Anakin's replacement kissed your cervix. You saw that he trusted into his palm faster than before and became much more vocal.

"Yeah, that's it, that's my girl. You are taking it so good for me." His praises helped your orgasm to build up even more. 

"A-ani, mhh, I'm close; I can't take it anymore! " He heard your shutter, which made him look up from under his eyebrows. You could see that pearly sweat streaks started to run down from his forehead, and their route followed the scar mark on his eye.

"Do you think you deserve it? Beg for it. Can you do that, little one?" He questioned. "How much do you want it, hm? Show me. Make me proud."

His hips hadn't stopped since the call started; he fucked his palm restlessly, so you knew that you had to trigger his weakest spot to get the job done.  

"I promise that I'll be your slave, your fucktoy when you come home, okay? I'll let you use me as a cumdumpster anytime, just please let me finish already.  Anakin, it hurts! " You whimpered while tears ran down from your cheeks to your chin. You started rapidly circling on your swollen clit and pumping into your soaked folds, sliding in and out his "stunt double" that rubbed against your G-spot repeatedly. This was all he needed to hear and see.

"K-kay, let it happen baby, cum for me. Cmon, give it to me. Give me what's mine." He commanded, his words are law.

Your back arched with grace as you went crashing over the edge. You collapsed on your bed into a puddle that your squirt made, mind blank as waves of pleasure rolled through you. The world around you blurred into nothingness, consciousness suspended in the aftershocks of ecstasy. This meant the main attraction to Anakin, the sight of you undone, the way your body trembled and spasmed. His breath hitched, muscles tensing as climax washed over him. His cock throbbed violently in his grasp, spilling thick ribbons of his release over his fingers as he choked out your name. Ropes of his load painted his v-line, dripping down toned his stomach and pooling in his lap.

"Fuck, you are something else. Good job, kid." He panted as he dragged his pants back on. 

"See, I told you that you don't need to leave work for me." You stuck out your tongue while giggling and kicking your feet. 

"You are not sick anymore, that's for sure. The only sick thing is what you promised me in return for your orgasm." He winked at you with his ocean-blue eyes. "Good thing that Rex's helmet recorded everything, so I will have proof." 

Your eyes widened, and you couldn't believe what you heard.

"OH MY GOD—ANAKIN SKYWALKER, YOU FUCKING FREAK! Why didn't you tell me you made the call from his helmet?" You screamed in anger, but your boyfriend just laughed in your face. 

"More risk, more fun, doll." 

Before you could respond to his answer, a sharp knock echoed from his end of the connection. You could see the sudden shift in his expression, the way his shoulders stiffened. From offscreen, you heard Rex's voice, low but clear—

"General Skywalker, you've got company." 

Anakin cursed softly, his free hand running through his already messy hair. He turned back to the holo-projector, his face conflicted. 

"The team found me, I have to go. I'll be home soon, so don't forget our deal. Ni chuba du," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words in Huttese heavy with meaning. "I love you." 

Before you could respond, the connection flickered out, the blue light vanishing, and you were left staring at the empty space where he had been.

[pizzapottah]

I’m gonna pack my things (and leave you behind)

summary: You’re five years old when Darth Vader kills your mom. Or — so you think — your parents.

pairing: han solo x skywalker!reader (eventually), platonic skywalker family x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: so many feelings, reader's anakin and padme's daighter, also she's a itty bitty haunted by the force, anakin and padme die but it’s not really explored much (yet), mentions of childbirth, nightmares, mentions of anakin’s demise on mustafar, one swear word i think

author's note: I know y'all want an update on the heir and the wolf and that the star wars fandom is as dead as pope francis but PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE 🙏🙏🙏 this is for the 2 people that said they would read it lmao

divider from @saradika

You’re four years old when your mum comes back to your apartment on Coruscant with the happy news. 

She nears your room, where you're trying to screw back together a toy lightsaber that you somehow managed to dissect — tongue sticking out of your mouth, a concentrated pout prominent on your face. You’re really your father’s daughter, she ponders sometimes, thinking back to that blonde boy on the sand planet that managed to build a whole robot with scraps. The nurse droid, RO-N4, is dutifully watching your work, assuring that you don’t hurt yourself in the process and hinting at the pieces that should go back together; she raises her head when she sees that Padmé has returned. 

You jump up when you notice her, running to give her a big hug, almost making her lose her balance; but she’s used to it, and wastes no time in hoisting you on her hip. The robot stands up, ready to gently reprimand you, but your mother gingerly shoos her away with a smile. “Why don’t you go out with Threepio on a walk? I’ll stay here with her. We have something to discuss.” she winks at you, “Some serious girl talk to do, am I right?”

You giggle — that childish, innocent laugh that makes hours of relentless debates in the Senate worth going through — rubbing your cheek against hers. “Yeah! I have shoooo many things to tell you, mama!” 

The robots follow the senator’s suggestion, stumbling their way out of the door, and you soon go back to the area dedicated to your toys to show her your hard work. “Look, mama!” you’re basically jumping up and down in joy, holding up the pieces of the once toy lightsaber. “This is the cyber crystal–”

“Kyber crystal, sweetie.” 

“Ky-ber crystal. And then this is the one part of the handle with the switch–”

You could go on and ramble for hours, she thinks. She’d happily listen to all and any of your thoughts and wonders and never get tired from it. Soon enough, Padmé’s lying down on the soft sponge puzzle pieces of the playmat that serve to prevent any possible injury from falling over. We’ll need to change those soon, she thinks absentmindedly, she’s already grown out of the always-falling-over phase. 

She isn’t sure of how much time passes; at some point your ramblings slow and you scoot closer to her, sniggling in her lap. “Mama,” you mumble, yawning. “‘m so happy that you’re here. I missed you a lot today.”

Her heart breaks. A hand carding through your locks, she smiles sadly, “I know, sweetie, I’m sorry that mama has to work so much. But I promise it’s just so that once you grow up you will be able to live in a peaceful Galaxy, without ever worrying about learning how to fight like your papa.”

You perk up. “But I wanna be like papa when I grow up.”

She shakes her head, feigning her best scandalized expression. “How dare you? What am I, chopped liver?” she takes you in her arms and blows raspberries in your cheeks, making you squeal and thrash around. “Nooo! Don’t, mama, it’s ticklish!” 

“What about being a senator, mh?” she offers, not unkindly. “We can fight too, you know.” She puts on her best imitation of Palpatine and presses a matter of utmost importance, “Senator Skywalker, what do you think we should have for dinner as of today?” 

Your chuckle makes your little chest rumble against her belly. Your surname is not Skywalker — it is Amidala, often Naberrie when on Naboo, but never have your parents referred to you as that; they mostly leave it out when asked, avoiding the question but never stating either the truth or the cover-up. There’s still hope to change the Order, Anakin always says, that one day she can wear my surname without it causing a scandal. And Padmé believes him: and she believes that when the time comes, you’ll be rightly known as Senator Skywalker. 

Suddenly, you go quiet. “I want papa,” you whisper it like it’s forbidden — it kind of is, but you shouldn’t know that. Padmé’s heart breaks a little again. Anakin was sent out on a mission two weeks ago and hasn’t even been able to keep in touch ever since, making you miss him terribly. 

She laughs as softly as she can — she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. “No can do, sweetie. Papa isn’t due to be home in at least another three days, but I’m sure that once he’s here he’ll be elated to spend some time with you. Besides, you can’t eat papa for dinner.” she rests her cheek on her hand, patting the free space next to her. “Until he comes back, it’s just you and me. What would you like to do tomorrow? I have no Senate meetings.” 

You scoot closer, lying down on the spot she just patted, curling against her chest, “Can we see Ahsoka, then?” 

She chuckles a little quieter now. Her and Anakin still don't know how to explain to you that she left the Order a while ago and has no intention on returning to Coruscant any time soon. “Ahsoka’s away like papa, honey. But I’m sure that once she comes back, she’ll be just as happy as he will to spend time with you.” 

She smooths your hair back, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, pressing her hand up and down your back. She wonders how good of a sister you’ll be; and even if she knows you’ll be wonderful with the new baby, she still can’t bring herself to say it out loud. “How about I make some shaak meat and then get you prepared for a good bubble bath?”

You look up at her, pouting, “But I’m big now! Do I really have to bathe?” 

Padmé bursts out laughing. “You’ll have to clean yourself your whole life, sweetheart, to hopefully not smell like a bantha.”

You huff, glaring at her. “Papa barely even showers.”

“Papa stinks. He was raised on a planet with barely any water and still considers showers optional. Do you ever hear me tell him how I love his perfume? No, that’s because he doesn’t use any. You hear me sending him to sleep on the couch because he smells terribly, though.” 

You end up eating your dinner — vegetables included — without a fuss and going to take your bath like a champ. Somewhere along that timespan both the nurse droid and C-3PO came back home to be of help in cleaning the kitchen as Padmé prepares you for bed, lying down next to you and reading to you one of the stories in the hologram that Anakin bought on one of his last missions. 

MId-story, she notices you get eerily silent. She carefully turns her head, trying to understand if you’re already sleeping, only to find you more awake than her, eyes open wide. “Is… is everything alright, sweetie?” she asks, a bit bewildered– just a moment ago, you looked like you were about to fall asleep, and now you look like you’re ready to fight everything that could be thrown at you. 

“Mama,” you whisper it like it’s a secret, “I just remembered. How are they?”

She blinks, confused. “Who?”

“The twins,” you say, “Luke and Leia.” you pat her belly as if to state the obvious. 

She looks at you, horrified — she found out she was pregnant today, and no droid or doctor mentioned twins. “I– sweetheart, what?”

You lean your head, confused. “I saw them yesterday in a dream. They asked me about you.” 

Her heart almost stops. She laughs nervously, looking at you with wide eyes, expecting you to say something about the weird and absolutely not real dream that you had, but instead you just stare at her, completely serious. “What… what do you mean?” 

You frown. “If you don’t know, then I can’t help you. Nighty night.” you tuck yourself under the covers and curl above her chest once again, sighing happily. 

Padmé’s heart feels heavy. It’s happening again– you murmur something about having had a dream, say something even more alarming, then completely ignore what you just said and act like nothing happened. It’s getting worrying — Padmé managed to get you out of the Jedi program last year just because of her status as senator, but she is sure that this year, she won’t be as lucky. The quantity of midi-chlorians in your blood can’t be hid, unfortunately, and in probably less than a year she will be forced to give you up to the Temple. 

Anakin’s sure you will make a great Jedi, but your mother’s worried — and how can she not be? Her husband’s more away than he is at home, and with the war going on, it’s already a miracle he manages to visit Coruscant. The fact that you seem to possess your father’s horrifying ability to dream about possible futures doesn’t ease her worries. 

“I’m just worried about her–” 

“But why? She’s young, she’ll be trained–”

“She will, but I don’t want her to be haunted by the thoughts of possible futures and whatnot.”

It’s late. You’ve already gone to bed, shushed by Anakin’s stories and anecdotes from his latest mission, and even if this should be a carefree and happy moment because her husband has managed to come back home unscathed again– your mother just can’t get something out of her head. 

Anakin huffs and puts his hands on his waist, looking at Padmé like she’s crazy — there it is, where you got your attitude from. “I can always call one of the Temple guards and tell them that there’s a Force-sensitive kid here. They can train her until I can take her as Padawan; it’ll take, what? Six, seven years? Hopefully I’ll be done with the war by that time and will be able to focus on her as my padawan.” 

His wife crosses her arms, glaring at him, “I don’t want her as your padawan,” she grits out, “I want her safe, here, where we can have a decent relationship and she won’t be stripped away from my arms.”

He leans his head and raises an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I can’t make her dreams go away. I don’t even know how to make my nightmares go. But at the Temple, they can teach her how to control them, how to use them for her own good– for the Order’s and the Republic’s own good–”

“You say that just because you wouldn’t have any problems in seeing her,” she sniffs, “you’ll be a welcome, familiar presence in the Temple — but it is known that they don’t let anyone outside of the Jedi enter.” 

His shoulders drop, and he starts shaking his head. “Padmé…”

“Don’t. Don’t tell me that we have to give her up to the Temple, because I don’t want to and I won’t–”

“But we’ll have to, Padmé, they’ll teach her everything she’ll ever need and–” 

She bursts out crying. It might be the pregnancy, or the fact that she still hasn’t told him about it and it’s eating her alive, but she’s much more emotional than usual. “I don’t want them to take her away from me!” 

Anakin’s eyes soften, his posture breaks, “Oh, dear,” he mutters, pulling her in his arms and letting her cry out in his chest. “It’ll be alright,” he murmurs, lips pressed to her head, “we’ll find a solution for everything.” He still doesn’t know when or how, but he’ll try with everything he has to solve this situation to the best of his ability.

He had honestly thought Padmé was exaggerating when she said that you were having visions, probably thinking it was just baby babbling or something, but he is proven wrong that same night, when he is abruptly woken up by the sound of the door of their bedroom opening. 

“Papa?” you call out from the doorstep, voice sleepy. 

He manages to get himself out of bed — when he’s home, night duty is always on him, as Padmé already deals with it enough while he’s away — and, yawning, he walks off to you and kneels down to your level, sending a glance to your bantha plushie safely tucked under your elbow. “What is it, sweetheart?” 

Blank stare on your part, you look at him like a war veteran would. “You were being burned, papa.” 

He blinks and counts to five before accepting that it’s way too late in the night — or early in the morning, he has no idea — to deal with this type of shit. “Okay, listen– how about we go catch some fresh air outside, hm?” 

You let him pick you up without any protests, curling up in his arms as you whimper quietly. He drags his feet along the pavement of the apartment, sliding open the door to the terrace that overlooks the whole city; it’s like it never sleeps, always someone going around and about with their speeders, lights often left on in the apartments below. The night air sends a chill down his spine and he instinctively holds you tighter in hopes to shield you from the cold. 

“Mum told me about these dreams you’ve been having,” he starts slowly. 

You hum, pressing closer to him, the plushie squashed between you two. Your eyes look tired, almost older than you actually are, and his heart squeezes at the sight. “Papa, do you know Darth Vader?”

His heart skips a beat. He knows no Vader, surely not a Sith named like that, but the fact that you dreamed about it almost makes his knees buckle. He mentally promises himself to make some digging in the archives and reports for any Vaders that might be hiding out there. “I don’t, sweetheart. Do you?” 

Your brows furrow, your little hand patting the skin above his heart. “I don’t think I do.” 

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Well, what does he do in your dreams?”

Your frown deepens. “I never see him. But Obi-Wan’s afraid of him– or, or angry at him, I’m not sure. Maybe both.” 

His frown mirrors yours. You’ve never met Obi-Wan aside from a time or two when he was assigned as bodyguard to your mother, but that was years ago; you shouldn’t be able to remember him. “How do you know who Obi-Wan is, sweetheart?” 

You stare at him like he’s stupid. “Isn’t he a friend?”

“I mean, I guess he is, but you’ve never actually met him, have you?”

“Then I think I will.” you cuddle back on his shoulder like nothing happened. 

Yeah, we gotta send this one to the Temple, he bitterly thinks. The thought of your mother alone in this apartment after years of having you around makes him sad, but there’s no one else apart from the masters there that could help you — he would try to, if the war wasn’t stripping him of all of his free time. 

Anakin has no time to properly train you. As of now, he could manage to give you chopped notions and barely any principles; in the Temple, all the Jedi solely focus on the younglings’ training, a luxury he can’t afford right now. 

She’s still so young, Padmé’s voice rings in his head, I don’t want her to forget about me. 

Six years old might be already too old for a youngling, Anakin ponders, but five years old would be perfect. They still accept kids that age. 

Another birthday for Padmé, he decides, another birthday and then off to the Temple she goes. 

Except, he doesn’t know there’s no time for another birthday. Not for Padmé, anyways. Nor for him, too, some could argue. 

“Papa,” you mumble, “could you sing me that lullaby?”

He chuckles affectionately. “Aren’t you getting a little too old for that?” He teases, with no actual intent in ever stopping to sing Ghost Star to you. You could be forty and him on his deathbed and, if you asked, he’d still sing it for you. “Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me…”

You do end up properly meeting Obi-Wan. That is, unfortunately, after — for what you know — both your parents die. 

The air in the spacecraft is eerily still, as even C-3PO is stunned to silence. The tears on your cheeks have long since dried, and you keep fidgeting with a small, faintly glowing cube in your hands  — the only thing you managed to take with you when your mother loaded you into the spaceship directed to Mustafar. She’s — was, was, was — able to open it, but you still have no idea how to do it; your father promised he would have taught you to, but… well. He now never will. 

The cries from the med bay stopped a while ago. And while you’re still so young, you know that the silence means nothing good. You might not be a master of the Force, or know enough about it to understand fully what it means, but you’ve felt it — your mother’s presence slipping away in favor of two smaller ones. 

Finally, after a time that seems never-ending, Obi-Wan emerges from the door connecting the hallway with the infirmary, his expression full of sorrow. He looks surprised by your calmness, almost as if he had expected you to have gone crazy by now. “Hi,” he breathes lowly, tired and remorseful. How do you tell a kid her mother’s dead when just a few hours ago you had to break the same type of news about her father? 

After he understands that you’re not going to reply, he gets closer and kneels in front of you, taking note of the cube you’re holding in your hands — a holocron. Does she know how to open it, yet? “Hey, kid,” he tries as softly as he can, “I…”

“Mama’s gone, isn’t she?” You interrupt him. Obi-Wan almost stumbles; the look in your eyes is scaringly similar to the one Anakin had sometimes, strangely old for your age. “I felt her slipping away like papa did.” 

His lips are pressed into a thin line as he puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry,” he says it even though he knows it won’t change anything. “We tried everything, but even the medical droid had no idea what to do.”

“Oh,” C-3PO mumbles as R2-D2 beeps sadly. “This– this is horrendous news.” 

You nod absentmindedly, like you’d seen it coming. “Are Luke and Leia okay?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Who?”

“The twins. Are they okay?”

As even Padmé looked surprised by the fact she was having twins, he wonders how in the world you knew and gave them names. Your mother left no names behind, and he had thought about just naming them after your parents, but if you already had names picked out… then it’s not his place to name your siblings, is it?

“They are.” C-3PO sighs in relief as R2-D2 lets out a happier beep. “Would you like to see them?” 

You nod timidly, almost stumbling as you stand up from the chair you sat in and taking Obi-Wan’s hand when he offers it to you. You’re still gripping on the holocron like a lifeline, its dim glow faltering every now and then. “Do you know what that is?” He asks, pointing at it as the door to the infirmary opens. 

You glance at it, unsure. “Dunno. Mama always played the hologram inside when I missed papa, but I tried opening it and it didn’t work.”

If Padmé managed to open it, then Anakin must’ve programmed the holocron so that the Force frequency needed to open it was small enough that she could play it; even if you were a prodigy like your father, though, it would be impossible for you to open it without directions or a minimal training. 

The nurse-droid your mother brought with her is feeding some milk to one of the twins when you enter — Obi-Wan guesses she might have had it with her the whole time, because he doesn’t remember this ship having such a thing as baby formula in its stocks. 

RO-N4 places the infant back in the cot with the other twin as soon as they burp, and since you’re still too short to properly look at them Obi-Wan has to take you in his arms for you to have a good peek. 

“This is Leia,” he murmurs softly, pointing at the baby with small tufts of brown hair. “She was born first.” He then points to the smaller, uglier and balder twin, “And this is Luke; he was born right after.”

You coo, pushing your index finger against Luke’s cheek. “They’re so ugly,” you state, not exactly with the intent of insulting them– just saying what’s in your mind. 

Obi-Wan chuckles fondly. “Well, I’m sure you were at least as ugly as them when you were this little. Pretty much everyone is.”

You turn to him, holocron still in hand, hesitantly nudging it to him. “Mister Obi,” you say, calling him with the nickname that later on will stick to him for pretty much your entire time spent with him, “do you know how to play this?”

He nods, taking the holocron in his hand and changing his hold on you so that he can use his other hand while still keeping you upright, “This is a holocron. It’s used by Force users to store information and files, and it opens if infused with the Force. Let’s see…” 

He concentrates on the cube, focusing a small amount of Force within it, then delicately twists the corners as it starts to glow steadier. Just as he expected — the smallest amount of Force that even Padmé could’ve been able to conjure up. The holocron starts to float, projecting a hologram in the dim-lit room. 

It starts with Anakin, clearly just knighted as a proper Jedi: he’s still a bit scrawny, his hair’s yet to grow after the braid and the small ponytail for padawans had been cut. He looks a bit embarrassed to be in front of the camera as a small baby’s cries echo in the recording. “Do I really have to do this?” He mutters. 

A laugh comes from the side, and the baby’s cries get louder — maybe closer to the camera. “Of course you do!” It’s Padmé’s voice, amused but clearly tired, stabbing directly into Obi-Wan's heart. That poor, poor girl… “It’s the only way she’ll stop crying, and since you’re mostly off-world, she’s mostly crying. This will solve a lot of my problems — even the droids are starting to go mad.” 

A pair of arms and a swoosh of a dress appear to the side, and suddenly a crying infant is trusted into Anakin’s hands. It’s you, his master realises, crying as if the world’s about to end, face all red and pudgy, definitely a bit less ugly than your siblings. Your father’s eyes soften in a way that makes Obi-Wan’s heart ultimately crumble. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, cooing and humming as he presses kisses all over your cheeks. He winces as your face contorts even more, “Now, c’mon, don’t look at me like that,”

“Please, Master, just sing the song!” It’s C-3PO’s voice in the distance, full of despair and anguish. “Another sob and the metal holding me together might just turn to rust!” R2-D2’s beeping seems to be of the same idea as him. 

Anakin huffs, glaring down at you with no real hostility. “You’re one hell of a spoiled baby, you know that?” 

Your cries continue nonetheless. He glares at the camera. “Padmé, I love you, but if anyone else ever sees this, I’m divorcing you,” 

“You would never,” your mother’s knowing voice is a mere rumble in the distance as Anakin settles to hold you tight to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead before starting to sing. 

“Ghost star, wonder where you are; Ghost star, are you very far? All night long, I will sing your song, if you watch over me. Ghost star, hiding in the night, all your friends are all so bright… when the sky is clear, I can sense you near, looking down on me. Ghost star, silent in the sky, now I start to wonder why. Show me your light; I've waited all night. Ghost star, won't you sing with me?” 

He sings the lullaby multiple times until you’re completely knocked out, dismissing Padmé when she offers to take you back to your room, preferring to keep you close for another while. His stare as he looks at you is so tender that Obi-Wan can’t believe he just had to leave him to die.

Soon enough the recording restarts, the same banter and song again, but he lets it play. Every word is a guilt trip, every laugh a stab in his chest, and the image of Anakin with a baby happily sleeping against his chest might just be the end of him. 

By the time he finally shuts the holocron off both you and the twins are passed out; he tries to convince himself that the hole in his chest isn’t gnawing away at the last bit standing of his sanity. He looks at you, carding a hand through your hair, of the same tenderness as your father but with the same curl of your mother's, and decides here and there to never tell you about what really happened on Mustafar. Not that he really had the intention to do, as of now, but… you don’t deserve to know about Vader. Obi-Wan won’t let you live with the knowledge that your father killed both himself and your mother, no. 

And so, the lie about Darth Vader killing both Senator Amidala and her loyal guard, Anakin Skywalker, who lost his life fighting for hers, is born. 

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ let me love you like a woman ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ obi-wan kenobi x tatooine!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place following the events of revenge of the sith, where obi-wan kenobi is in exile on tatooine. i hope you enjoy reading! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ the twins suns burned high, an oppressive white orb and molten star hanging in a sky bleached of all color, and the scorching sand outside your family’s shop shimmered akin to heated glass. mos espa breathed slow in the midday lull, its usual clamor hushed beneath the burden of the heat. only the fools or the desperate braved the streets now, those with credits to chase, or errands to run, or no home worth hiding in.

˚ ༘♡ you were behind the counter alone, the air inside dry but not quite suffocating, cooled just enough by the old condenser hissing gently in the corner. your mother had gone to barter for oils at the distillery two stalls down, and the shop, lined with bolts of cloth, spools of thread, sun-bleached leather satchels and imported moisture filters, rested in your care for the day.

˚ ༘♡ you wore ivory-white, the fabric was gauzy, sheer in the sleeves and hem, trimmed with pale gold thread and small mother-of-pearl beads that clicked when you moved. the heat was no match for the thin layers, and you relished the lightness, how it made you feel almost unreal, like some desert mirage wafting through your family’s simple walls. and you knew how you looked. it wasn’t vanity, it was fact. your skin gleamed in the sun, your hair loose, a sheen of sweat catching along your collarbone where it dipped into your dress. you knew what the boys in the square whispered when they saw you. you simply didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ but him. he was different.

˚ ༘♡ you knew the shape of him before you saw it. of middling height, cloaked in rough robes that hadn’t been tailored in years, boots worn to the sole. he moved like a man who did not want to be perceived, who took no pride in posture, who walked with a quietness that only came from someone who had spent too long alone.

˚ ༘♡ the old wooden chime rattled as the door creaked open, and when you looked up from the counter, there he was. kenobi.

˚ ༘♡ you had only ever heard him addressed like that, “mr. kenobi,” when your father was being formal, or just “kenobi,” in the clipped, disinterested tones of market vendors who didn’t care much for names unless they owed you money. no one knew much about him. he lived past the edge of the dune sea, near the cliffs, in one of the carved-out stone huts that had belonged to the miners before the sands took them. he kept to himself. came down once or twice a month, sometimes less. bought little, said even less. no family, no friends, no history anyone could confirm. only a man with tired eyes and sun-leathered skin, who worked part-time at the meat station carving carcasses with a precision that never quite fit the rest of his appearance.

˚ ༘♡ “kenobi,” you said with a soft smile, brushing the wisps of your hair back and standing straighter. not too formal. not too familiar. merely enough to catch his eye.

˚ ༘♡ his gaze lifted slowly. beneath the shadow of his hood, his face was the same as always, quiet, drawn, unreadable. but something in the eyes flickered. pale blue. duller than they used to be, you imagined, but still sharp beneath the troubles within. not unkind. just… unreachable.

˚ ༘♡ “miss,” he said, voice low. dry, like gravel turned over in a hand. he nodded once in greeting, then looked to the shelves.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t speak immediately. didn’t rush him. you’d learned, over the past year or so, when he’d happen to appear, that he hated questions. hated chatter. but he never left without a word if you were the one behind the counter. there was something in your presence, something in your voice, or your serenity, or perhaps just your curiosity, that he never quite refused.

˚ ༘♡ “looking for anything in particular?” you asked, letting the hem of your sleeve drift along the counter’s edge. the fabric glimmered softly in the light.

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated, and then, with a slight shift of his hand, pulled a list from his pocket. creased. small. you stepped forward to take it, brushing your fingers over his as you did, feigning casualness. his hand jerked slightly at the contact, not violent, but startled. like he hadn’t expected warmth.

˚ ༘♡ you pretended not to notice.

˚ ༘♡ the list was simple. thread. canisters for water storage. a replacement coil for a condenser unit. nothing lavish. nothing even remotely indulgent. all of it mundane, all of it necessary. the kind of list made by someone who spent most of his days thinking only about survival.

˚ ༘♡ you glanced at it, then back at him. “we’ve got most of this. thread’s in the back, though. i’ll have to grab it for you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded again. “thank you.”

˚ ༘♡ no smile. no change in his expression. but he was still watching you, and that was enough to provoke something in your heart.

˚ ༘♡ you moved through the curtains behind the counter and into the backroom, biting your lip, the heat following you like a second skin. he was handsome, even if the desert had worn him down. handsome in a way that wasn’t youthful or polished, but weary. carved from stone. a man who had suffered something he would never speak of aloud. and yet… you couldn’t help it. every time he came in, something in you stirred like a story waiting to be told.

˚ ༘♡ you returned with the thread, letting the beads on your sleeves chime faintly as you walked. “this’ll hold for repairs,” you said, setting the spool down gently before him. “strong, too. doesn’t fray.”

˚ ༘♡ he picked it up, turned it once in his hand. “that’ll do.”

˚ ༘♡ he did not compliment you. he did not flirt, or even linger. but when your eyes met his again, there was something behind them. recognition. a kind of restrained gentleness. and beneath that, you sensed it again, the weight of something vast and terrible. the sorrow of a man who had lost everything but was alive enough to feel the ache.

˚ ༘♡ “how’s the station?” you asked, more softly this time.

˚ ༘♡ “untroubled.”

˚ ༘♡ you veered your head. “you don’t like questions, do you?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened. then, after a pause, “no.”

˚ ༘♡ you smiled at that. “i’ll remember that.”

˚ ༘♡ and for the briefest moment, his gaze did not look away. it stayed on yours, searching, tired, cautious. but not cold.

˚ ༘♡ you gave him the total. he paid in imperial credits, all properly counted. he did not make excuses or offer barter, simply accepted the number as it was. and when he turned to leave, you let your voice follow him, softer than before.

˚ ༘♡ “come back sooner next time, sir. i get bored with the scorching sand and uncivilized creatures as company.”

˚ ༘♡ he paused at the door. the light framed him in gold. he did not look back.

˚ ༘♡ yet you saw it, the barest incline of his head. like acknowledgment. like thanks.

˚ ༘♡ and then he was gone.

˚ ༘♡ you waited five full minutes.

˚ ༘♡ five minutes of pretending to rearrange the baskets. five minutes of glancing at the empty street beyond the shutters. five minutes of pretending you were not already gathering your courage like folds of your sheer skirt, not already bracing yourself for something unwise. no one had come by. the heat still reigned. your mother was still at the distillery, your father still at the hangar. and kenobi, he was already disappearing into the blinding light beyond the plaza, heading out toward the low hills of sand that marked the beginning of nowhere.

˚ ༘♡ so you did something reckless.

˚ ༘♡ you flipped the “closed” sign, ducked beneath the counter, and slipped out the side door. you didn’t lock it. you didn’t leave a note. you simply went.

˚ ༘♡ sand tugged at your slippers, the wind catching at the hem of your gauzy dress, turning it into streamers of white and gold behind you. your shawl fluttered loosely over your shoulders as you picked your way through the narrow alley behind the shop and emerged into the outskirts of mos espa. no one saw. or if they did, no one cared. maybe they thought you were off to visit a friend. or chasing someone. which, in a way, was true.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi was far ahead by then, a lone figure drifting over the dunes, headed away from the town like a ghost returning to its tomb. he moved steadily, not fast, not slow, just with the practiced gait of someone who had made this journey too many times to count. he didn’t notice you.

˚ ༘♡ you followed at a distance, heart loud in your chest, half expecting him to turn around at any moment and catch you in the act. but he never did. he just kept walking. farther and farther from civilization, from stalls and shouting and spice-sellers and moisture farmers, from everything that tied you to the world you knew.

˚ ༘♡ you had always wondered what he did out here. the hermit beyond the dune sea, they called him. stay away, your parents had said. men like that don’t come to town unless they need something. and you don’t want to know what they’ve done to end up that way.

˚ ༘♡ but you had wanted to know. desperately.

˚ ༘♡ the ground rose gently beneath your feet as you climbed the low ridge where he had gone. by now, the market was a distant haze. here, the world was empty and gold, a vast stretch of sand and sky. the atmosphere was thick. only the wind moved.

˚ ༘♡ and then you saw him.

˚ ༘♡ he was just the crest, sitting beside a cluster of jagged rock formations, his cloak drawn around him, not to guard from cold, but perhaps to guard from memory. his shoulders were hunched forward slightly, his hands clasped. his face was turned away from the sun, but you could see the line of his jaw, the vague downward curve of his mouth. and for the first time, you saw not just mystery, not merely enigmatic allure or rugged charm.

˚ ༘♡ you saw sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ not simple grief. devastation. the kind of sadness that hollowed out the soul. that silenced men. that turned warriors into wraiths.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t cry. he didn’t move. but the look on his face…

˚ ༘♡ something ached in you.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he was listening to something no one else could hear. like he was waiting for a voice that would never come. the wind stirred the edges of his cloak and rustled his uncut, auburn hair, but he remained still. so still, you almost believed he was made of stone.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t step closer. you stayed hidden behind the rocks, breath caught in your throat, unsure what you had expected but knowing it hadn’t been this.

˚ ༘♡ you thought you’d find answers.

˚ ༘♡ you found a man grieving something far too large to speak aloud.

˚ ༘♡ and it made your heart twist, not out of pity, but something else. the same thing you’d felt when he touched your hand in the shop. the same thing you felt whenever his eyes flicked over your face, too quickly to be anything but deliberate.

˚ ༘♡ you whispered, barely loud enough for the wind to carry.

˚ ༘♡ “…what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t hear. or maybe he did, and he just had nothing left to say.

˚ ༘♡ you stayed there, beneath the twin suns, watching the man the galaxy had long since forgotten.

˚ ༘♡ and for the first time, you understood why he lived alone. why he spoke so little. why your parents had warned you away.

˚ ༘♡ not because he was dangerous.

˚ ༘♡ but because he was broken. and maybe he was beyond repair, too far gone in desolation to be saved.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, even now, especially now, something in you ached to try.

˚ ༘♡ you weren’t even trying to get closer. not really. you only meant to shift your footing, to find a better place to crouch, to watch without being seen, to satisfy the reckless ache in your chest without pushing your luck.

˚ ༘♡ but the sand beneath the ridge was loose. your slipper grated against the coarse sand. your ankle contorted. and before you could catch yourself, the ground rushed up fast and sharp beneath you.

˚ ༘♡ you landed hard on the side of your knee, right against an outcrop of jagged rock hidden beneath the dune’s surface. pain seared red-hot through your leg, a tearing, ugly kind of pain that wasn’t just a scrape, it dug in, sharp enough to punch the breath from your lungs and make your vision bloom black around the edges.

˚ ༘♡ you gasped, and then you cried out. it wasn’t a scream, a sound ripped straight from your throat, raw and involuntary and sharp with pain.

˚ ༘♡ you clutched your leg, hand stained crimson against blood already seeping through the fabric. the gash was deep, slashing through the muscle in a way that made your stomach churn. the kind of wound that wasn’t going to clot on its own.

˚ ༘♡ and before you could even attempt to rise, before you could hide the stupid, childish mistake you’d just made, you heard it.

˚ ༘♡ footsteps. brisk. precise. heavy against the sand.

˚ ༘♡ you looked up, expecting fury. expecting a storm.

˚ ༘♡ you found him.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi stood over you, robes whipping in the wind, cerulean eyes fixed on yours with something unreadable in their pale depths. not anger. not exactly. something taut. something pulled tight between alarm and discretion.

˚ ༘♡ you opened your mouth to explain, to apologize, to say anything.

˚ ༘♡ but then he knelt.

˚ ༘♡ “let me see it,” he said, already pulling a fold of his outer robe free, already reaching for your injured leg.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked, stunned.

˚ ༘♡ “what…?”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re bleeding,” he said flatly. not unkindly. focused. “deeply.”

˚ ༘♡ “i didn’t mean to… i was only trying to…” you winced, teeth clenched as his fingers found the edge of the torn fabric. “i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t have followed you, i wanted…”

˚ ༘♡ “stop talking.” it wasn’t cruel. it was the voice of a man who had seen worse than this. much worse. his hands were steady, rough-palmed but gentle, and his brow furrowed with concentration as he pressed the fabric to the wound. “you’re going into shock. breathe slowly.”

˚ ༘♡ you did. because something about the way he said it left no room for refusal.

˚ ༘♡ the blood was soaking fast, and you saw the frown that flickered across his face. you weren’t imagining the tension in his shoulders, the way he exhaled through his nose, as if trying to smother the heat beneath his skin.

˚ ༘♡ “does it hurt here?” he asked, fingers trailing just above the torn edge. your leg jerked involuntarily.

˚ ༘♡ “yes,” you hissed. “sorry… yes.”

˚ ༘♡ “don’t apologize.” his voice was soothing now. almost soft. “try and relax.”

˚ ༘♡ he tore another strip of cloth from his robe. his fingers worked fast, binding it tight with an efficiency that betrayed a history you didn’t know, of medpacs and battlefield wounds and makeshift triage in places far from here. he tied it off. it wasn’t pretty. but it was secure.

˚ ༘♡ you watched him as he leaned back, hands braced beside your leg, his head angled only narrowly.

˚ ༘♡ his hair was tangled with sweat. his jaw unshaven. and yet there was something beautiful about the way he looked at you in that instance, not as a burden. not as a foolish girl who trespassed where she didn’t belong. but as a person. as someone in pain. as someone he wanted to help.

˚ ༘♡ “…you’re not angry?” you asked, your voice barely above the wind.

˚ ༘♡ he blinked. the corners of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile. more like surprise.

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he said, finally. “but you shouldn’t have followed me.”

˚ ༘♡ “i know.”

˚ ༘♡ “this isn’t a place for…”

“for what?” your eyes held his. “for stupid girls who ask too many questions?”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw flexed.

˚ ༘♡ “for people who haven’t seen war,” he said, after a long pause. “for people who still think the world is kind.”

˚ ༘♡ the words landed more forceful than you expected. but you didn’t look away.

˚ ༘♡ “i don’t think the world is kind,” you said.

˚ ༘♡ his gaze dipped. to your wound. to the vermillion blood leaking between the translucent fabric. to your dress, white and gilded, stained now with desert dust and red.

˚ ༘♡ “…you should go home,” he said. “once you can walk.”

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t move. neither did you.

˚ ༘♡ you were too close now. his hands hovered near your leg. his knee brushed yours through the fabric. and the wind had grown quieter, the sun slanting low, washing him in the rays of the sun akin to the ruins of a statue no one had dared to bury.

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, heart suddenly loud.

˚ ༘♡ “you live out here all alone,” you said, barely a whisper. “why?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes didn’t meet yours. not yet. but the silence between you bent beneath the weight of the question.

˚ ༘♡ and for the first time, you saw it again, the sorrow. raw and endless. buried beneath a mask of duty. something sacred that had been shattered and never remade.

˚ ༘♡ “because i have to,” he said.

˚ ༘♡ and you understood, even if you didn’t know why.

˚ ༘♡ nonetheless, you said delicately, “you don’t have to be alone forever.”

˚ ༘♡ and this time, when his eyes locked onto yours, they stayed.

˚ ༘♡ you sat beneath the long shadow of the ridge, your leg bound in rough cloth and streaked with red, the sting of it slowly dulling into something hot and deep. the pain was real, but it had altered, muted by the ache that now pierced somewhere else entirely. somewhere beneath your ribs.

˚ ༘♡ kenobi hadn’t spoken again. not after he’d wrapped your leg. not after he’d said you should go. he had simply sat beside you, silent and distant, the wind tousling his hair as if to remind you how far from home you’d come. his body was still, posture controlled, but his thoughts, his thoughts were clearly elsewhere. you could feel it, heavy in the air between you. he was somewhere else entirely. somewhere you couldn’t reach.

˚ ༘♡ and yet, you tried.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t have to be so distant,” you murmured finally, the words fragile in the vast quiet of the desert. “i know you didn’t ask me to follow you. i know it was stupid. but i’m not sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t turn to face you. but his hands, those steady, calloused hands, curled somewhat in his lap.

˚ ༘♡ you looked down at your leg, at the blood soaking through his robe’s fabric. “i just wanted to know why you always look so… so sad. why you never talk to anyone. why you disappear.”

˚ ༘♡ kenobi gave no answer.

˚ ༘♡ “but now i see it’s more than that,” you said, your voice straining with emotion you didn’t fully understand. “you look like someone who’s been through something no one else could survive.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders grew rigid.

˚ ༘♡ and finally, he turned. not quickly. not sharply. but slowly, as though it pained him to meet your gaze.

˚ ༘♡ when he did, you almost wished he hadn’t. because the misery in his expression was unbearable. not cruel. not angry. but filled with something older than grief. remorse. resolve. restraint. something carved into the marrow of a man who had once been something else, someone else, and had buried that self in the sand years ago.

˚ ༘♡ “you shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. “you don’t understand what you’re walking into.”

˚ ༘♡ “then help me understand,” you said. “i’m not afraid of you.”

˚ ༘♡ “you should be.”

˚ ༘♡ “why?” your voice cracked. “you’re not like the others. not like the ones who leer at me in the market, or spit at the sand because i won’t smile for them. they scare me. but you…”

˚ ༘♡ he cut you off, gently. “i am not what you think i am.”

˚ ༘♡ “you’re kind. and you didn’t have to be. not to me.”

˚ ༘♡ “that doesn’t make me good.”

˚ ༘♡ “then tell me what does.” your voice caught as your fingers clutched your gown, crumpling the sheer fabric where it pooled around your knee. “tell me why you live out here like a ghost. why everyone calls you the hermit. why you look at the horizon like you’re waiting to die.”

˚ ༘♡ he flinched. it was slight. but it was there.

˚ ༘♡ you softened then. not out of pity. out of wanting. wanting to be let in. wanting him to let himself speak. just once.

˚ ༘♡ but instead, he exhaled, long and slow, and stood. his shadow fell over you. he looked taller when he did. broader. older.

˚ ༘♡ more like a myth than a man.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re young,” he said, not unkindly. “you see what you want to see. you believe that there’s good in everyone. you think… because i helped you, that it means something.”

˚ ༘♡ you looked up at him, chin lifted, defiant even through the pain.

˚ ༘♡ “it does mean something.”

˚ ༘♡ his expression ebbed scarcely. not from anger. from something closer to sorrow.

˚ ༘♡ “i can’t give you the answers you’re looking for,” he said. “there are things i’ve done, things i’ve seen, that no one should have to carry. i’ve buried people i loved. failed people who depended on me. i’ve lived through the fall of something that once stood for peace, and watched it crumble into war and ruin. and every day since then, i’ve woken up alone. because that is what i deserve.”

˚ ༘♡ the solemnity that followed was deafening.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked hard, your throat tightening.

˚ ༘♡ “that’s not true.”

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t know me.”

˚ ༘♡ “i see you.”

˚ ༘♡ “no,” he said, quieter now. “you see a man who held your hand when you were bleeding. you see someone who speaks warmly because he’s forgotten how to shout. but that doesn’t make me righteous. it makes me tired.”

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed, heart stinging in a way your knee didn’t.

˚ ༘♡ “i still trust you, kenobi.”

˚ ༘♡ he closed his eyes.

˚ ༘♡ the wind moved between you again. the sand danced in lazy spirals around his boots. and when he opened them, he looked at you, not as a stranger, not as a young girl , but as someone he wished had never stepped into his life. not because he didn’t want you there.

˚ ༘♡ but because he couldn’t bear it.

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll take you back,” he said. “when your leg stops bleeding.”

˚ ༘♡ you started to nod, but he kept speaking.

˚ ༘♡ and then,” he said, voice stripped of everything but control, “you’ll forget me.”

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught.

˚ ༘♡ “kenobi…”

˚ ༘♡ “you’ll go home. you’ll tell your mother you slipped on a rock. you’ll forget my face. you’ll forget this place. and the next time someone says my name in town, you won’t look up.”

˚ ༘♡ you shook your head slowly, eyes glassy.

˚ ༘♡ “i can’t…”

˚ ༘♡ “you must.” his voice didn’t rise, but it grew sharper. not callous, never callous, but firm, like he was building a wall between you and him brick by brick, and hating himself for every one. “you deserve to be happy. to care for someone who isn’t carrying the end of the galaxy in his guilt and shame.”

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t respond. couldn’t. not with words.

˚ ༘♡ so you just looked at him, body trembling, pain blooming somewhere far deeper than the wound in your knee.

˚ ༘♡ and he looked at you, too.

˚ ༘♡ as though he wanted to remember you.

˚ ༘♡ just once.

˚ ༘♡ before he had to let you go.

a/n: this is my official trial to be the kenobi fanfiction writer for tumblr!! please let me know if you have anymore requests for obi-wan kenobi, he is definitely my favorite star wars character!!! 🤍

[poppysunderthestars]

➷ heartless ii ➷

“tryna be a better man”

⟡ fuckboy!ani and fem!reader

⟡ warning: kissing, +18 content, unprotected p in v (wrap it before y'all tap it!), degradation, sexual tension, blue balls(lmao), cum mention (if i'm missing any, please let me know!) minors do not interact!

⟡ summary; after the terrace horror show in your panties with anakin, you give it a go with him, i mean like a fuck and go ... maybe you're fuckboy's ani turning point or the one that could change him?

⟡ word count; 3,6k

author's notice: omg i can't actually believe it took me almost a year to drop part 2! hate uni anyways. i was debating whether on the ending to. should i give y'all a part 3? i think this is longer than pt.1. hahah enjoy!!

you can read pt. i here -> heartless pt. i

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he was dying for a taste. your taste, your tasty, flavorful, and sweet insides. he had imagined before what you’d taste like. what kind of texture your fluid would spill into. and he had so certainly pictured your love box being filled to the top of his hot seed. he was so dirty for that, but he didn’t even fucking care.

he was so needy for you, he was thrilled for your touch on his goosebumpy skin, only you could cause something like that on him. that neediness went from non-existent to “on the verge of passing out”, he wanted all and he was going to get it. 

a few days since that moment on the terrace with anakin full of sexual tension had passed. right after that, he went straight to his chambers to “cool off” being the nicest words for “pumping his hard juicy cock until oblivion”. 

he outright spent a few hours edging himself on his fist, thinking it was you doing him so wrong. your name was thrown from his mouth several times while his heat was rising. his loving whimpering increased while the speed of his dick increased. he had NEVER been so vocal, yet there he was moaning and delicately whispering “pl-please, do-don’t- don’t stop-op” his breath was short but he was almost certain that you were jumping on his lap making him feel so good.

he was embarrassed that a woman like you could make him so weak even by you not being close to him. something he had never felt before. his body went through heat waves when he thought of you in front of him. 

today, he was so confident he was going to take you to heaven with his mouth. everything was pointing towards success tonight in his chambers. he was loving the attention the female jedi´s were giving him in the library during study sessions.

everyone else was studying, reading, or driving intellectual conversations. however, mr. skywalker was taking kisses, handsy touches, and one not-very-obvious blow to his dick under the table. you did see that when no one else did. you were jealous but at the same time so desperate to choke him, how could he be so promiscuous in a temple of learning? 

he was disrespectful and egoistic by thinking he would not pay for his actions.

to some point, you did admire his ability to not give a fuck about shit. but it was time to make him regret everything.

after the library, you went back directly to your master. nonetheless, he was nowhere to be seen. he was still out on an important mission. you shrugged and returned to your chambers, where a holographic call from your master was already waiting.

he told you not to worry, he would be back in a few weeks and that for the time being you’d to report to master obi-wan kenobi.

oh, no. what the actual fuck. no.

that was not happening. but it did and there was nothing to make it different. so you pretended this little temporary action did not affect you. 

the rest of the night, you had one of your closest padawan guy friends hang out with you in your room. you talked about life, friends, jedi stuff. you’d hooked up before, he was your go-to guy for late-night calls. he had already tasted, devoured, felt, smelled, licked, and traced every millimeter of your douce skin. he was not the first or the last man to ever make you feel in paradise, rising through the thin air as you came riding his dick.

that night, things went as planned for you and him. anakin on the other hand, was not happy at all about your sentiments and your desires for someone who was not him. it was either him or no one. it had to be that way. he hated feeling that way, needing you in all your glory in every way. why you?  why not another girl?

there were far prettier girls in the temple, but he did not want them at all, not even close to how he was deprived of you, starved, and addicted to your entirety. your presence was magnetic, and the way you smiled after training, dropping sweat from your hair, licking the salty lips that he’d wished were all over him.

no one was made for him like you. recently you’d found yourself knowing that, he knew that and that tension in the terrace proved you both right. 

it was early morning now, a time when all that reigned over the temple was silence and sweet calm. your padawan guy friend had left your chambers some hours ago and for some reason, an obvious and indisputable one, you could not conceive sleep.

you’re killing me, fucking anakin skywalker.

that was what you wanted to do then, get yourself fucked by no other than soon-to-be knight anakin. it was a feeling you couldn’t run from, it was there from dusk till dawn, and from dawn till dusk. 

that night, you paced from one side of your room to the other, you anxiously moved your feet while lying down trying to fall asleep. it was such excitement and neediness, that you got up, took a quick shower, put some makeup on, and got out. you were getting some tonight with anakin and you couldn’t wait.

quietly you tipped toed around the white noised hallways, controlling your breath to not seem so excited and imagining what it would feel like to be already in skywalker’s embrace.

by the time you arrived at his door, your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest and explode into a million pieces at his sight. no one has ever made you feel that way and you noticed that. you guessed anakin had felt that too on the terrace cause you felt him feel the same way about you. it was time to redeem all those lost years gone through the drain by giving the best night of his life to anakin.

before you could even reach the door to knock it, it suddenly opened, revealing a shirtless and tiresome anakin on the other side. he lacked sleep and he couldn’t formulate complete thoughts other than taking you right there in the door frame up against the cold metal.

he needed it so badly, all night he was desperate for touch, especially yours. and it seemed it was finally time for his hands to travel up and down your body. that was what he did, not hesitating for a moment, he threw himself onto you causing you to gasp in surprise. the door closed, leading you to cover yourselves into the darkness of his room, the only light being the soft illumination from the early morning coruscant.

he wrapped you with his arms looking down to you in awe. his mind was running all around and he couldn’t seem to concentrate, his heart was also racing and his breath was starting to become irregular. becoming one, delicately he took your chin and raised it up to match both visages. 

“last time we were alone, i was completely fine. yet these days without you and your presence have become one of my darkest thoughts, i fear”

his lips were perfectly moisturized and his fingertips traced your cheek. 

who could’ve thought mr. fuck-it-all had romance in him? 

when did he turn into this ball of pure neediness for you?

“you, anakin. have been present every night in my thoughts”

then, he felt proud. you felt the same way as him, pride was gone and you both needed to take each other so high you couldn’t come down.

“you know, i’ve tried hard stopping feeling these things for you. but i can’t. i’m enveloped”

oh well, you were too. 

and with that he closed the space between you and him, letting your breaths become one. lips colliding as his hands posed on your neck and subsequently letting him access the area under your ear.

“i’m tryna be a better man, but i’m fucking heartless”

and passion flowed from the connection formed. made you feel powerless the way he attacked your lips. 

“i will break your heart” he said, restraining himself from devouring you. “i will break you”

“nobody can break what’s already broken” your voice softly murmured onto his lips letting him caress the back of your head and grabbing your neck in a need of possessing you.

without mercy, he grabbed your head and with the other hand he bound his arm to your waist attaching you to him even closer. practically his member protruding your already soaked panties. grinding at the sign of your breath wanting more each time.

still with his hand in your head, almost taking a grip of your lower soft locks, his other hand ripped off your garments in a desperate attempt to make you feel impotent and unskillful. 

he kind of did achieve that, you were losing your mind over that touch. you were reminded you were there to make him feel like a total pathetic loser like he made you feel days ago in the terrace, not the other way around.

the thing is… you wanted him to be hurt, so impatient and needy only you could ease his throbbing dick pain.

after releasing from your clothing and his too. he admired in compass with his hands the brassier that held your pompous glistening breasts. his hands were without a doubt a complete mess, not even knowing where to start. after praising your bosoms, he liberated them with one hand from the white ladies’ wear.

oh, how did he spent so much time without his hand all over your soft bust. he internally begged to be allowed to pump himself in between your tits desiring to cream all over your chest. he could not wait any longer. his tip already bathed in clear sweet cum.

one of your hands rested easily on his cheek, caressing it with so much dedication. the other  guided anakin’s rough hand to your white cotton panties, a grinning smile garnishing his tanned face after realizing he had drenched his fingers with the wetness of your underwear.

you impose the infallible doe eyes to make him even more lustful for you, totally working wonders to any man. your hand left his in order to travel to his hard cock that was wishing to break free from his underpants. you pressed it softly earning from him a mellow whimper from his mouth.

“no man has ever touched me like that”  he raised a brow and approached you once again to drop all your clothing leaving you in complete nakedness.

“no one has ever made me feel like you have and you haven’t even been inside of me, you enchant me” was he going to believe all that? you kind of believe it yourself. perhaps that was why you were saying it. 

he took your hand and guided your little body to the bed. you took the liberty of smoothly pushing him and colocating yourself on top of his painful hard on. his thighs jelly like suffering from the silky touch were so impatient that he quickly took off the last piece of clothing on him and oppressed himself against your tiny seeping hole. 

you felt the sticky situation happening between both of your fully uncovered au naturel bits, it  felt so unreal, being on top of that whore of a man. the man was hot, there was no denying it. all you were excited about was starting to bounce. oh, was he on serious trouble.

you were going to give him the most unsustainable, burning and torturing minutes of his life by teasing him. your hips began rolling with a constant unstoppable rhythm, it felt so good having him agonizing, you could wait a little longer, no need to rush.

anakin panted and his tight problem become even more of a problem with no apparent solution. he was delirious, how could a woman like that make him feel so pathetic?

you could either let him suffer or giving him the pleasure of having control over you. 

fuck him, he deserved it. 

“bear it with fucking pride, baby” you said, licking the velvety surface of his nipples. 

you couldn’t have guessed how much time passed however it was starting to getting off your nerves. you wanted him pumping you but not as much as he wanted you.

how could a man be this pathetic? fool…

without previous announcement, you traced the tip of his member teasingly inserting it into your folds. hissing by the size of his dick, he au contraire warmed up by your insides whimpering in between a kiss.

how hypnotizing, you were starting to become surrounded by the grace of pleasure. 

“t-take all of me-e, doll” and so you did, you pushed him inside diligently. his veiny cock penetrated your gummy walls allowing you to stretch like you’ve never before.

after inserting himself fully, he prepared to move, feeling heavenly with each thrust. starting slow became faster and harder. melting at the friction his lower abdomen had to your hooded clit. your swollen hole became creamier and redder allowing you to enjoy the roughness of his movements.

“you feel amazing, ani” you felt great, but anakin felt even better and calling him that made him feel on the verge of seeing stars. but he contained. he would not let your first time together end so quickly because he was so horny. 

he was consumed by lust in its glory. all splattered across the bed for you. you rode him with impatience searching for your climax.

anakin was fucking pussy drunk. who would’ve thought. 

all he needed was your tight little drenched pussy. all made and delivered in a gold plate to him.

it was like his cock was carved according to your insides. perfectly fitting with every vain hitting the right spots. no dick had ever covered all of your walls like that. it was perfect for you.

“you make me feel so good, darling” he paced even faster, not allowing you to even breath. he had to put his effort with his hips but you were after all the one that had control over him, dominating his thighs and his big member.

without previous notice, he got his back up. resting it against the cold headboard. he wanted to see your tits flying on another perspective. 

his lips delivered a message to your breasts, biting softly and squeezing them together. his moans were muffled by his mouth attacking your chest, yours on the other hand were not discreet nor quiet.

all there was left was increasing volume and floppier thrusts when you felt closer to your high.

so you took it farther from him. you bit his ear and whispered.

“if you could see yourself right now”

did he listen to anything? not a single little thing. it was ecstasy to him and he was on another dimension all fucked up.

you pushed him even farther from your spongy spot abusing your poor cunt. finally caving in, your walls feeling the necessity to contract on his long dick.

you saw nothing but a static vision of pleasure, felt the expansion of electricity all over your body and your skin convulsed. the aftermath was very easy. it all came back to you. anakin was nothing but a jerk (who fucks good) however under no circumstance you would let him cum much less to irrigate himself inside of you.

you stopped yourself. finally breathing fully. he furrowed his brows and internally questioned your retrieval. he started feeling used, whose body was nothing but a sex toy available for her pleasure. she felt powerful leading him on like that. he did not deserve cumming. 

the emasculation of anakin skywalker was a first, he’d never been left with blue balls and he kinda started to understand that maybe his whole bitchy bad guy attitude was the reason why. 

nonetheless, this little joke on him made him realize no one had ever put him back in his place. literally all girls were thirsty and craving a fun night with him no matter the consequence, yet you were the one to make him feel like no one. like he was indeed the jerkiest of them all.

 he scoffed and looked up and down at you.  you had definitely left him speechless. as soon as you got up and started dressing up again, he became desperate. for you and of course for an answer to the situation he just couldn’t comprehend.

“well that was very fun, skywalker” you finally put on your belt and threw your hands to your hair to fix it up a little. yet anakin remained covered up in his mattress, panning and before you turned around to walk to the entrance, he grabbed you by the wrist. 

his grip was tight unlike how he grabbed your waist just minutes before, his eyes darkened and he finally spoke with a tad of clarity.

“fuck you, you made me think you were in the same shit with me the other day and now you pull this?” a typical ani, angry boy could never talk with soft expressions. your eyes redirected themselves to his bronzed and toned abdominal, his v line was making you drip inside, you’d wish that was your sight every morning. that was not the anakin you knew.

“well, wasn’t this a one time thing?” you innocently pouted your mouth. manipulating was the deal now, somehow you were trying to make him forever yours. would that even work?

he grunted and took you by the waist surrounding his arm on you and pulling you closer. 

“did i say that?” his visage made him look a bit mad but you assume it was just the fact you left him on the verge of spilling his seed. 

“i don’t fuck around, at least not with you” his lips pushed themselves together. ohh, his patience was easing. he was not going to put up with this.

“you know what? i don’t fucking need you, you whore” his grip on your body felt debilitating. you still need it. you couldn’t afford to lose him and not like this. “i could have any other bitch”

his gaze looked to the other side of the room, giving you a sort of a cold acknowledgement. 

“yeah, you wish” you instinctively got closer to him. “you’ll always know you have cum in all of the girls around here but, me. i think that oughta sting, or am i wrong?”

his face tightened and so did his grip. his arms became more stiff and his eyes slowly met yours.

“someday, you’ll regret it, honey” he breathed out. “you’d know you missed out on something great”

you powerfully smiled and talked to his ear. “it’s an all or nothing with me, ani” 

he scoffed again and his expression meant ridicule. his attitude was ridiculous but you had to let him know. he wasn’t going to be getting it on with you and having it all so freely. you had some dignity and you’d had to preserve it for the most. 

“so you’re saying i either date you and fuck all i want with you or i don’t and don’t fuck with you at all?” he emphasized these lasts words. 

“oh my ani, i never pegged you for smarty pants. just thought you were a drop-your-pants kinda guy” you let out a small laugh and turn your right cheek to your shoulder. girl was sassy and we knew it all along. 

“haha” he gave out a fake laughter and dropped his hands from your body and grabbed the sheets to his waist, providing him a more covered look (did it help? not at all) he still looked yummy. his forehead was still full of droplets of salty sweat and his chest glistened with most beautiful bliss. 

the silence reigned now over the room, air conditioning working was all you both could hear and the occasional steps outside in the hall. you really couldn’t feel uncomfortable at all, it was just confusing. 

“you know i don’t date” you turned around giving up, but that was not your plan yet.

“never told you i wanted to date you” your hands met your face and because your face was not in his sight you didn’t know how he was reacting, that felt scary. “i think if i wanted to date someone i could have someone way better than you, don’t you think?” 

“i mean, someone compromising, dedicated, strong and with a gorgeous mane” 

ding again, you had just loosened up his pretentious ego.

lovely how you can just fuck him up so easily

“am i not all that? or what’s wrong with me?” 

his face dropped and while that happened you smirked. oh how were tables turned now.

“now i got to be leaving, it’s getting late”

his glance started weakening and you felt stronger than ever.

“what should i do now?”

you turned your head and with your somber eyes you reprised.

“find someone to fix you, right? trying to be a better man? not much of a heartless man now, ani?”

with not much left to say, your hand reached the button to open the door, and passing through the threshold, he dropped.

“stay the night?” 

your hand grabbed the door frame, stopping for a moment.

hot jedi from tatooine, my ass

and without thinking it much, your body deserved way more. 

the door closed behind you and walking peacefully, your mind felt clearer. post-nut clarity was very useful. 

guess, i’m the heartless one after all…

[flightlessangelwings]

Our Souls Intertwined

sith!Obi Wan Kenobi x fem!jedi!reader

Word count- 4,580

Prompt- a lightsaber tilting up someone's chin

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

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

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

It was then that Kenobi saw you.

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

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

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

“Hello there,” Kenobi smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The question caught you off guard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

“Keep dreaming, Kenobi,” you countered back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obi Wan…” you whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A gasp escaped your lips, “Obi Wan…?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Steady!” he shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lukeslights4ber]

idk if anyone has done this for anakin already

[softlymellow]

The Order Forgot Me First - Chapter 6

☆⁠ PAIRING : Anakin Skywalker x Reader

☆⁠ word count: 3.3k

☆⁠ story themes: lovers to enemies to eventually lovers

☆⁠ warnings: spoilers to swtcw, angstttt

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

"...he almost remembered what it meant to him. Except he didn't. Instead, it was a taste from a dream he couldn’t quite remember."

A dimly lit mission room deep within the Jedi Temple, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi and Mace Windu gathered around a holographic display. The hum of the holographic offered a soft backdrop to their conversation. 

“Many reports of two skilled bounty under the names ‘Ani’ and ‘Dev’ have been causing disruptions across various sectors.” Mace Windu sternly said whilst Anakin gulped at the use of a name he hasn’t heard in a year. “They have slipped through the Republic forces on multiple occasions.” 

Obi-wan leaned forward, “two bounty hunters causing this much trouble? That's unusual.” 

“Indeed. But their methods have grown more aggressive, even by bounty hunter standards. What is more concerning is Dev. ” Mace Windu tapped the datapad and the holographic image flickered to life, a materialised image of a young boy no older than 15. 

“But that’s only a boy.” Anakin furrowed his eyebrows at Mace Windu, confusion evident on his face. 

“Once a boy, yes. He was once a skilled Jedi, dismissed from the Order for the refusal to adhere to the Code. His descent began when he lost his family and, in a fit of anger, slaughtered civilians. Dark tendencies grew within him.” 

Anakin stiffened immediately and felt a foreboding feeling grow in his stomach. Obi-wan's expression darkened beside him. “A former Jedi turned bounty hunter with such a violent past…It’s troubling.” 

“And what about this..Ani?” Anakin reluctantly asked. 

“She is a much newer addition to the bounty hunting world, but she has proved to be some sort of a prodigy. They were just spotted on Corellia after a bombing to capture Dengar, another well known bounty who worked with Maul and Savage to capture me.” Mace Windu informed them, turning off the holograph. 

Obi-wan frowned, concern etching lines on his face. “We’re going after two bounty hunters? Isn’t that more of a job for local security forces in Corellia?” 

Mace’s gaze shifted from Anakin to Obi-wan, “You both are uniquely skilled in dealing with unconventional situations. We need to contain them before they both spiral out of control.”

Anakin’s jaw tightened, resolve evident in his eyes. “Understood, Master Windu.” 

Obi-wan nodded in agreement, his focus unwavering. “We’ll head to Corellia immediately.”

“Good. May the force guide your actions.” Mace Windu stood tall. 

—

Anakin and Obi-wan sat in the ship en route to Corellia. Neither had spoken a word, just eyes drifting at the stars that illuminated outside. 

Dev.

Ani. 

Not their real names. It wasn't hard to miss the amount of blanks throughout their whole file. Dev's one gave a general consensus though; a disobedient Jedi Padawan, now a runaway. But the latter… No image. No backstory. It was as if she only existed a few months ago. 

Anakin ran a hand through his hair, teeth gnawing the inside of lips. His eyes lazily read the datapad in his lap. A boy stared back at him. Dev. Just 15 years of age in the image, younger than the recent sightings of him. Much younger. His eyes looked hollow, already hard. Like part of him had lost something but was never filled again. 

“Nothing on the girl?” Obi-wan asked beside him, still gazing out the window, but deep in thought. 

Anakin inhaled, his chest rising against his robes and shook his head. “Nothing. Her name is clearly a placeholder, but no record of her.” Anakin turned off the datapad. 

“She is either very smart,” Obi-wan murmured, “or lucky.” 

Anakin leaned in his seat not liking either answer. “What business do they have blowing up a civilian square in the middle of a Corellian protest?” 

Obi-wan stroked his beard, “I’d say they are after another bounty hunter. Denger I assume. He was spotted here the night before.”

“So they try and bring him in, only to level half the plaza in the process?”

“Looks like it.”

Scoffing, Anakin dragged his hand down his face. 

Outside the ship, Corellia was a mess. Alarms sounding through the cities, smoke darkening the skies and protest fires on the rooftops. What was usually a beautiful planet is now filled with protests against the war. 

Once the ship doors opened, Anakin and Obi-wan were hit with heat. Not physical. But tension. Soldiers and civilians buzzing through the streets, it was as if they weren’t at a docking platform. 

“Well, it seems like we have your day cut out for us.” Obi-wan muttered as they made their way down the streets, glancing at the protest signs abandoned on the floor. “No Justice, No peace” was written in Corellian dialect. 

Burn marks scattered around the floor piquing Anakin’s interests. Crouching down, his fingers gently grazed the soot left, leaving his fingers darkened. 

��There was a bombing,” Anakin concluded, spotting several pieces of metal scattered around the floor. 

Obi-wan nodded, "the security reports said they did vanish into the crowds before troops arrived.” His eyes scanned the crowd up ahead. “I’d say our perpetrators are there.” 

That annoyed Anakin more than it should have. 

“Then we’ll start there,” Anakin said. 

— 

Corellia bled with fury and fight. 

Anakin walked ahead, his hood drawn low and his feet dragging along the concrete, stones skidding away. He wasn’t really in the mood. Trying to find 2 cloaked figures in a sea of more cloaked figures wasn’t exactly ideal. After 2 hours of dead ends, he kept replaying the grainy footage hoping it would offer a clue. 

On the other hand, Obi-wan walked behind being Obi-wan. A calm diplomatic Jedi master. He was always asking the right questions to the right vendors, nodding and being friendly. His warm voice made people eager and more keen to offer tips. 

“I spoke to the surveillance clerk”, Obi-wan broke the silence, catching up to Anakin. “He said the crowd tripled after the bombing, half running to shelter and the other protesting even more.” 

Anakin stopped in front of a sign that read “THE REPUBLIC DOESN’T SEE US”, the edges of the banner burnt. 

“Give it a few days and then the Senate will fix this with a speech.”

Obi-wan’s face hardened, “Well it is the Senate’s job to do that.”

“It shouldn’t be.” Anakin muttered, leaving Obi-wan dumbfounded. Did he mean that the planet should fend for itself, fixing its own politics? Or did he mean that the Senate was useless, giving out speeches with no real backlayer. Maybe a bit of both. 

Obi-wan pursed his lips, his eyes scanning the buildings that now had a layer of dust covering it. Walking was starting to get irritating as every few seconds a person would nudge their shoulder with their own, making them lose focus every few seconds. 

That’s when Anakin saw it. 

Small smears of red on the cobblestone wall. Dried and just there. Followed by a few more droplets that painted the floor into an alley. 

Anakin crouched down taking a further look, gaining Obi-wan’s attention. 

“Blood.” Obi-wan hummed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. 

“Might not be theirs.”

“Still, we are Jedi. Whoever blood it belongs to may need help.” Obi-wan advised. 

They followed the trail that led to a rusted backdoor. Anakin didn’t hesitate. Immediately pushing past the door as it creaked loudly. 

It was dim inside. 

And in the corner was an elderly Twi’lek couple. 

Anakin and Obi-wan both flinched, least expecting to break into a home. 

The couple sat on the floor, a blanket engulfing their lower body and a half-crushed medpac that rested near their feet. 

Obi-wan immediately put his hands up in defence, “We’re not here to harm you.”

The couple's eyes traced both Anakin and Obi-wan’s figure, their eyes flickering between the saber’s that rested on their hip and their defensive face.

Noticing that they haven’t said anything, Anakin used the opportunity and stepped forward, the woman clutched her blanket a bit tightly. 

“We’re investigating the bombing that happened here. Do you know anything about that?” 

The male shook his head, his blue tentacle like tendrils moving with him, “N-no.”

Obi-wan moved up with Anakin, realising that they can speak Basic. “A young man with blonde hair and a cloaked girl. Does it sound any familiar?”

The couple stiffened. 

Silence. 

Anakin folded his arms and furrowed his brows, “they came here. Didn’t they?” His tone lowered. 

Silence. 

“They paid you.” Obi-wan spoke calmly, already analysing the situation. 

The purple woman looked down, and then gently picked up the half used medpac, her hands shaking. 

“The girl…was worried.” Her voice was soft spoken. “Not for herself, but him. He was bleeding.”

Obi-wan crossed his arms, parallel to Anakin and stared down the medpac. “So you helped them..”

“It is not a crime to help someone!” The man besides her called out defensively, squinting his eyes. 

“Well it is a crime to help terrorists,” Anakin muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Terrorists?” The woman's eyes widened. “They were terrorists?”

Obi-wan glanced over to Anakin and tried to laugh it off, not wanting to send the couple into cardiac arrest. “Well. We aren’t sure of anything.” He tilted his head. “Do you know where they are now?”

The older woman nodded speedily,  “She said she was heading to the city square where the protests are. Near the farmers market. But..she was scared.” 

Anakin lifted his brow, “of what?” 

Looking him dead in the eye, “being seen,” she announced. 

–

Obi-wan and Anakin were on the outskirts, just enough steps to see the masses of bodies that moved. 

Protestors moved, some shouted and some watched. It wasn’t long before Obi-wan caught a flicker. 

A flicker of gold that was reflecting from the sun. Moving too fast. An uncomfortable limp. 

Obi-wan’s eyes widened and locked onto the figure. Blonde hair. Broad shoulders. It was worth a shot. 

“That might be him,” Anakin huffed, already making his way down, eager to end this mission.

Obi-wan rolled his eyes, “Always ahead of the game,” he said, racing down the steps and into the crowd. 

It was suffocating. You could feel the sweat and anger that radiated off the bodies. 

Obi-wan pushed through bodies, wanting the man to enter a clearing before holding him in the masses of people. Locals were yelling in languages he didn’t recognise which only intensified everything around him. His cloak constantly was snagging on someone’s arm but he didn’t stop, pushing through, curses were flying at him.

He needed an opening - just one - and it would be fine. 

Something is off. 

The force rippled. 

The blonde headed man suddenly turned his head towards Obi-wan.

It was him. It was Dev. 

And not far behind him was a cloaked figure. Her. 

Dev locked eyes with Obi-wan, his eyes widening and stray locks of hair falling on his face. 

“Jedi!” Dev exclaimed to you, his eyes darting between behind you and yourself. 

Without even taking a chance to glance behind you, you began to push through the crowd. Gritting your teeth, you used your arms to almost shove people out of the way. You could not be caught as a bounty hunter. It was not necessarily the legality of it, it was the bombing that was associated with you and it was your honour shattering that you have been reduced to this much. How low the galaxy forced you to crawl just to survive. 

Just a little further. A  little further and there was an opening and you got yourself out of this mess. 

“Dev! Over there!” You barked, pointing towards the clearing. Dev nodded and attempted to make his way out with his limp. His face pale but understanding. He always understood. Understood you. You didn’t need to speak much for him to completely understand you. 

You surged through the crowd with all your might. Suddenly hyper aware of the blaster at your side, your fingers grazed it, ready to use if anyone tried touching you. 

Relief. Oxygen. As you finally made it out of the crowd. Your hands were shaking but you didn’t stop, you can’t stop. 

And then- a shove. 

Dev’s body slammed into the ground right where he was supposed to make it out and the Jedi tackled him to the side. You heard him grunt in protest, his wrists pinned and the right of his face scraped against the ground. 

Before you could react and turn back to Dev, you heard the hum of a saber. 

Right behind you. 

What should I do?

Fuck. 

They’re getting closer. 

Your lungs feel like they could explode and your chest hurts. You’re running so fast. Any of that relief you had just felt from making it out was gone. Dead. You just felt like you were burning. Your veins pumping with adrenaline – hot and sharp and screaming. 

You didn’t dare look behind you. If you did it would slow you down immensely. 

But it didn’t matter. 

A rough hand –bigger than your own– pulling on your forearm, throwing you down, your hood falling in the process. Without another second to think your free arm gripped onto your vibroblade. Having been pulled down to the ground, you shifted your body to meet the Jedi, your blade coated in cortosis weave and pointing up towards said person. 

.

..

…

“Y/n?”

It was like time stopped. 

You locked eyes. 

Your mouth fell open. 

His did too. Confusion. Bewilderment. Shock. All on his face. 

His voice… Sounded different. Quieter than you remembered. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t hateful. Just quiet. Broken. 

Your right hand weakened and the blade fell down on the floor besides you, the metal clanging against the concrete. Your palms fell on the floor and you found yourself staring at…Anakin above you. 

Anakin staggered back, stunned, as if he was shot straight through the heart. His head shook slowly and ever so subtly but in complete disbelief.

No one said anything. You couldn’t hear anything. It was just you two. Two broken people. The force felt electrifying, like it was rippling and pulling both of you towards each other. 

Anakin loomed over you, the deep blue of his saber still humming, but pointing towards the ground. His own arms feeling too weak to even lift it. His face was unreadable. His dark brown hair looked longer, almost below his ears. His eyes…tired. Like he was staring at a grave. 

It wasn’t until the other Jedi came out, holding Dev in handcuffs that you realised your situation. It was Obi-wan, of course it was. Of course it was Anakin and Obi-wan who would catch up to you. Dev struggled in defiance, his face discontent. 

Obi-wan walked up beside Anakin, and then his eyes fell on you. 

“Y/n?” His voice was quiet, like he wasn’t sure if this was real or not. “You’re Ani?” 

You looked away from him, pursing your lips in shame. What were you supposed to say? You weren’t supposed to be caught, stripped of your mask. You were just supposed to be Ani. Not Y/n. 

You swallowed hard, your fingers soft in comparison to the floor. You were now looking up to both Anakin and Obi-wan but –force– you felt so much smaller than you actually were. 

Anakin inhaled sharply, his saber hissed off yet his grip strong enough that his knuckles were still white. Running a hand through his hair, he turned his back to you, moving away from both you and Obi-wan. You felt the disappointment in the air. You felt the judgement from the people who you used to consider the closest to you. Anakin turning his back to you after a year said more words than he did.

But he could feel his heart hammering against his chest.

thump

He was suddenly hyper aware of his breathing.

thump-thump

The way he wasn't sure what to do with his empty left hand.

thump

The fact that his knees would buck in any minute.

thump-thump-thump

It felt like everything was swirling around him and he needed to ground himself.

However, Obi-wan walked over to you, crouching down to eye level. You noticed the small things in his face, the way he had worry lines on his forehead, a slight frown, and furrowed eyebrows. He wasn’t looking at you like a master or a commander, but a concerned friend. 

“Y/n, you became a bounty hunter?” He asked. 

You didn’t know how to respond. What were you going to say? Yes? Well, yes you are. But suddenly you felt embarrassed. Ashamed. 

“I…” You croaked out. 

“You know them?” Dev called out, struggling against his cuffs. All three of you diverted your gaze to Dev.

Dev broke Anakin from his trance, his need to distract himself hitting him harder than ever. He needed to redirect his attention to something else just like he was doing for the past year. Anakin stood still for a moment before grabbing the back of his shirt, replacing Obi-wan but far too aggressively.

“Hold her.” Anakin said to Obi-wan, forcing his voice to be strong. “We’ll take them somewhere else.”

That’s it? That’s all he’s going to say? 

Anakin spoke as if he didn’t know you. Like you were some lowlife smuggler. Obi-wan even felt caught between two worlds. Was he supposed to disregard your history together? Or would he hold you accountable? 

Clearing his throat, Obi-wan pulled out stuncuffs from his satchel, looking at you as if you were a wounded animal. 

“I’m just going to put these on just for now. Precaution.” He said softly. 

Nodding, you slipped in your fallen vibroblade to your belt and slowly brought out both your arms in front of him. Obi-wan hesitantly and carefully attached the cuffs to your arms.

Click. 

Immediate discomfort radiated in your arms, the restraints tightening specifically on your wrists.

You looked up at Obi-wan who you could tell was uncomfortable with the situation. 

“I’m fine, Obi-wan.” You tried to reassure him. 

Obi-wan nodded, inhaling deeply before getting up. Scrambling to your feet against the concrete, you rose and immediately felt smaller than you were. Now seeing both Obi-wan and Anakin in their usual height, it felt different. Like there was a rift between you three.

Looking over at Anakin, Obi-wan scratched his beard. “We won’t be able to fly tonight. It seems the city's protests will make it difficult to get out slyly.” 

Without a response, Anakin began to drag a cursing Dev to Force knows where. 

Obi-wan followed behind him but distant enough, making sure you were keeping up. 

The walk felt excruciatingly long as there was nothing but pained silence. Every now and then you could feel Obi-wan’s gaze drill holes in you. Anakin said and did nothing but hold onto Dev and try to find an abandoned place for the night. You were lucky enough Obi-wan still trusted you to allow you to walk on your own. 

It wasn’t until he broke the silence. 

“Are you okay?” Obi-wan spoke in a hushed voice, trying not to gain Anakin’s attention but that was naive thinking. Anakin heard everything when it came to you. 

You blinked at the question, unsure what to say. Your throat tightening but you forced out an “I’m okay.” 

Silence. 

A beat passed. 

“Are you?” He asked again but much quieter. He knew your response and he knew not to expect an answer but if he didn’t ask now it would eat his conscience later. 

“Yeah. Just tired.” Anakin’s grip tightened on Dev, their boots scraping and their clothes shifting pulled your focus. 

The sky began to set and orange rays stretched far and wide. Dipped in dusk and every step you took would create long shadows of the three of you. The chants from the protest began to fade and street lights began to flicker on. 

Anakin was a walking storm. He was silent. You missed the way he said your name. It sounded like honey -warm, golden- like he almost remembered what it meant to him. Except he didn't.

Instead, it was a taste from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. 

Anakin stopped at a stone-framed building. Abandoned, yes but still intact. The door had its hinges, there was no lights except from the windows and no lifeforms either. Without saying a word, Anakin dragged Dev inside, the door creaking open and they vanished into the unknown.

You and Obi-wan stood in silence. 

“He’ll be alright.” He said gently, not exactly sure if he meant Dev or Anakin. Nodding, you stepped inside first, the evening wind biting your skin. Obi-wan followed right behind you. 

A/N: YAAAY ITS HAPPENED im sorry its kinda on a cliff hanger ik yall want longer chapters but i also need to catch up and write :( also just a general q do u guys want this to be a full blown series leading up to order 66 following the clone wars final season/eps with more drama and romance and angst or keep it until this like 'arc' ends.

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[skywalkoverme]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥

a/n: Love mature Anakin!! Mwah!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: Military DILF hookup.

Warnings/contains: switch! male, switch! fem, modern au, military Sergeant, overstimulation, alcohol consumption, older man au, reader is early 20s, Anakin is in his late 40s, one night stand, choking, proof read!-- but english is not my first language!

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“So, I’m guessing you’re fairly important.”

The man shrugged his broad shoulders as you ran your fingers over the colored bars on his uniform. He straightened out the cuffs, “You could say that.” He took off his cap and took the seat beside you. “I’ll admit, part of me has been waiting for you to brag about your branch.”

“Branch? I’m Airforce as well.” You squinted as did he. “Sure, I’m behind a desk but my job is very important.” You placed your glass onto the bar and let your head rest on your hand.

“Really? And what might that be?” He called the bartender over with two fingers.

“Write down coordinates. Important ones.”

“If you’ll excuse me, Miss. Rum and coke please.” He turned back to you, “Important?”

You nodded along, “Who do you think helps you land?”

He settled a pack of cigarettes on the bar from his pocket, “Me?” The man let out a deep laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You took another sip of your drink.

“You said you help me land, I found that funny.” You waited for him to explain. “I don’t fly with a headset, Miss.”

You pointed at him, “Now, that’s funny.” You bushed off his humor. The Master Sergeant was silent with a small smile as the bartender settled his drink on a napkin. “You’re serious?” He nodded proudly. “You could kill somebody!”

“No, I don’t think so. Haven’t done it yet, baby.”

You scoffed, “That’s insane! Like actually! That’s not part of protocol. You could be---”

“Sometimes, you save more lives by not following protocol.” He said softly as he faced his drink, twisting his glass around the rim. His eyes flickered over to yours. “No harm, no foul.”

“Let me guess, fighter jet?” He nods once. “What’s your call sign?” The man lifted his glass and finished the drink.

“Skywalker.”

“A little on the nose, huh?”

The two shared a laugh, “My call sign is my last name.” He said when the air cleared.

“Well, your ancestors must’ve been creative.”

“I’d like to think so.”

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

After his second drink, he ordered a row of shots to share. You had wondered if he was celebrating something from how excited he looked while speaking to you. His right foot bounced on the footrest of the stool. His eyes followed your lips as they closed on the lip of the small shot glass. You tilted your head back quickly but to him, it lasted hours. He watched your eyes as they stared up at the ceiling, your throat moved when you swallowed the alcohol quickly. Maybe it was the volume of your hair, or the way your eyes sat half-lidded, or just the charisma you wooed him with him. As the night went on, you sat closer to him; so close, your hair settled on his uniform and your perfume was shared between you and him like a dessert.

“So what’s his name?” You asked as you sat beside him on the park bench. He held his cap between his hands and watched the water fountain enthusiastically spray in the night.

“Hm?” He turned to you. “His name? Who?” You wore his uniform jacket to keep warm, leaves from the tree above fell with every blow of the wind.

“In your wallet. The blonde boy.” You touched his pocket.

He took his wallet from his pocket and unfolded it. “Luke…” He unfolded it once more. “And Leia. Twins.” The man turned to you, his eyes rather glossy from the alcohol. “If that’s something you don’t like, I understand.”

“A man with kids? I don’t mind.” He didn’t show it, but your answer surprised him. Not only are you young, but you are also stunning. Unbelievably so, almost pageant-like. “What is it?”

“Nothing…just…how old are you? If you don’t mind me asking, Miss.”

You smirked; your fingers played with his soft brown curls. “Young.” He knew that. It was clear. As you touched him, he played into your hand. “May I know your rank?”

“My rank would get you in trouble.” He said before lighting a cigarette between his lips.

“I’d say, Master Sergeant.”

He blew smoke away from your face and nodded. “You know when you do that,” He squinted, looking past you. “It’s creepy.” You pushed his shoulder before leaning on it. The man took fallen leaves from your hair and finished his cigarette.

“I read the inside of your uniform…Master Sergeant Anakin Skywalker…” You whispered in his ear. He chuckled at the soft feeling of your breath on his skin, your hands on his skin. With a glare on your exposed thighs, Anakin planted a hand on your ass. The two of you breathed closely to each other’s lips; his grip tight, and yours possessive, your shoe came down on his fallen cigarette and pressed the fire out.

“For the fourth time tonight…what’s your name?” He brought your leg across his lap, a mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke and cologne stuck to his collar. Your lips stuck to his skin, suckling softly until you left your mark, Lipstick smears on his collar and skin.

“Why do you want to know?”

“So I know who to write in my disorderly activities report.” He smiled and pushed hair behind your ear.

“[Y/N][L/N]. Once you’re done, shove it up y---” His lips pressed onto yours. A flutter started in your stomach as your skirt rolled up and his hand gripped on your ass tighter. Anakin pulled you onto his lap, your neck in the crook of his arm, his muscles were comfortable as you gave him your weight.

“Will you come home with me?”

“How do I know you’re not going to kill me?”

“You’ll have to trust me.” You sighed as he brought you lower to expose more of your neck. His lips embraced your neck gently as he adjusted your skirt. Your hard nipples pressed against your dress and on him. Anakin brought your body tightly against his before helping you stand. Once more, he adjusted the wrinkles in your dress. “I want to fuck you.” He placed his hat on your head, “But if it’s not your style for the first night…I understand, Miss.” He kissed your forehead and stood back to admire.

He knows how handsome he is as well as he knows how much his influence can have on women such as yourself. You looked like royalty, or some form of it. Simply blessed to be in your presence is how he felt. But to strip your body, ravish you, be inside of you…that’s a gift he could never repay.

Sure, he’s older. You could see the few grey hairs lapped into his brown curls; that smug, knowing smirk that older men wore, the showcase of time on his skin—although rather kind to him… “I…lied about something. I’m not in the military anymore. I left last year.”

As you stood under the rays of the lamp post in the quiet park with him, Anakin knew there was only one ideal future for him, and it was with you. “I figured.” When you fell into his arms, kissing his temples with gentle and sensual breaths, he carried you towards the busy street to find a cab.

By the end of the cab ride, he had taken out the rest of the leaves from your hair and took most of the lipstick off you and instead on the sensitive skin of his neck.

His home rest in a well-established neighborhood, wide streets and circle driveways. Your shoes in the tuck of his two fingers, you in his arms as he walked past the front door. He pushed it closed with his back and let you down onto the hardwood floors. A few lamps were on around the house; it appeared lived in and cozy. Your eyes went to the few car keys hanging by each other. “…the kids.” He whispered, leading you up the stairs. Down a hall, he led you into a dark bedroom and locked the door behind you.

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks as you lay his jacket on the sofa across from the fireplace. You placed his hat back on his head, admiring the large room. Towards the back, elevated on a step, the bed he pictured you on all night rests. Anakin started the fireplace and followed you to the back of the room. “Only one side table?”

“One man.” He stood against you, his focus on your ass as it pressed back on his hips.

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

He lay back as you bounced your juicy pussy on him; your cunt tightly suctioned his cock. His trembling fingers went to your ass in an attempt to slow you down. If you kept going this way, he would cum again, and so soon? How embarrassing. “[Y/N] …baby…” He said through huffs, unable to keep himself from whimpering. You knew he was close but after what he did to you? It was only fair to fuck him right. Anakin was practically panting at this point so of course you decided to grind against him at a slow and passionate pace. “F- fuck me.” He bitterly hissed.

“I am, baby.” Your head fell back as you guided his cock right to your core. His fists squeezed closed, sheets in between his knuckles. “You like that?” He stiffly nodded as you rolled your hips, your hand plants on his lower stomach. “Yeah? You’re twitching like you need more, baby. Should I keep going?”

“Please…yes.” He groaned as you sped up again; his head pressed into the pillow beneath. Anakin raised up and hugged you tightly, his knees raised behind your thighs. “You want it? Take my cum, pretty girl.” He fucked you roughly, making you hug him tighter. His fat cock stretched your pussy with each stroke; in and out, each pass touching every wall inside of you.

“Anakin~” When he finally got you weak, Anakin turned you over on your back. Your head dangled off the bed as he leaned down onto you and suckled on your tit, a hand in your hair. You left your weight on the bed; moans echo off the tall ceilings. His cock felt so deliciously warm inside of you, his thumb found its way on your clit; his pressed with each pass inside of you. His kiss warm as well, wet and so painfully pleasurable.

“Such a good girl. Awww, did you cum?” You’d forgotten you were on top of him seconds ago, now, such a mess beneath him. “Yes, baby, I felt you cum on my cock. Do you want that again?” You nodded. He was too close, his hands too tight, his dick too perfect—it was so overwhelming.

“Y- yes…” He turned you over on your face and knees. Your nails dug and tore into the sheets as he tea bagged your pussy, fucking you into the bed.

“My cock is that good, hm?” He chuckled as you drooled on the sheet. You grumbled but were unable to argue. “You’re taking that fucking cock, aren’t you? This pretty pussy can handle it.” He rubbed his hand quickly on your clit.

“A- ah! Ah! Hmp!” He kissed your back.

“Aww, I’m sorry, baby. That feels so good,” He growled, “I know.”

“A- Anakin!”

He leaned over your back and whispered in your ear, his pink lips on your skin. “I’m going to eat your pussy after I cum inside of you.” You whined loudly, “Is that something you want, Baby?”

“Mhhh, yes.” You said through gasps.

“You want it deeper?” He grinds with your body, each stroke like a wave, into the pillow and back towards him. “Dammit, you’re tighter than a motherfucker.” He groaned; the muscles of his thighs and hips flexed as he gave into your pussy that pulled him in. He soaked his cock inside of you as you came together, his dick is balls deep to your core.

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

The morning came around and you were buried in the tuck of his arm, his face buried in your hair, turned your head and kissed his lips. He kept you there, taking a bite at your lip. When you turned over, the rays of sun embraced your skin warmly. “Good morning.” He placed kisses on your soft breasts.

“Good morning.” You whispered back to him.

a/n: Sorry I couldnt find many higher quality photos of the beautiful Dilf Hayden 💔. Thinking about a part 2...

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[skywlkrhoney]

the best day of my life🫶🏻🖤

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Mine (Obi-Wan)

Description: Instead of Anakin being in love with Padme through the prequels, it’s Y/N, who is with Obi-Wan

Warning: Smut

Word Count:6,474

Author’s Note: A lot of AOTC and ROTS, little Phantom Menace. The Anakin stuff is one sided btw, this is an Obi Wan x reader.

Phantom Menace

Y/N walked alongside her secret boyfriend, Obi Wan, on the sandy land of Tatooine after the ship breaks down. Y/N wishes she could hold his hand or display some sort of affection but Qui-Gon was right next to them. It was long after they encountered a Toydarian named Watto and a 9 year old boy named Anakin.

The little kid’s eyes lit up at the sight of Y/N, she was beautiful. She was looking around the place while Qui-Gon tried to pay with Republic Currency for the part they needed. “You’re really pretty.” Y/N looks over at Anakin. She gave him a smile, “Thank you!” She said and that’s when she learned his name was Anakin.

Anakin was very smart and talented with the gift of building and according to Qui-Gon he’s the chosen one, said to bring peace and balance to the force. Anakin was to be free of slavery if he won the pod race, “You’re my lucky charm.” He told Y/N. Obi Wan looked at her with an amused expression. She shrugged, not knowing what to say. “It looks like he’s taken a liking to you.” He says.

Obi Wan was never the jealous type, especially over a kid. It was funny watching Anakin flirt with his girlfriend. After Anakin won the race he had to come with them to train as a Jedi. Over the years Anakin’s flirting seemed to increase as he got older. Y/N and Obi-Wan still kept their relationship a secret even with Anakin flirting with her. He was a kid, he was harmless.

Attack of the Clones

Now Anakin was 19 years old and seemed to think that this was his chance. She was friendly with Anakin and never mean even if he tried to get with her. Anakin and Obi Wan were sent to protect Padme and Y/N went with them for something else. Padme, who was very beautiful, nearly caught his attention until she was next to Y/N. After saving her, he couldn’t deny that she was pretty but he was not gonna give up hope with Y/N. “You did a good job.” She told him as they walked in the garden.

Obi Wan had some work to take care of, leaving them. Obi Wan hated to think the way he had been over the past few weeks but he was starting to get annoyed at Anakin. He was aware that if Anakin knew about them then he would back off but they couldn’t take that risk. Anakin couldn’t keep a secret, at least Obi Wan thought. So leaving them alone wasn’t ideal but he trusted Y/N. “Thank you.” He smiled.

That was another thing, Anakin was good looking and that was obvious so Obi Wan had bad thoughts about that as well. Would Y/N realize that he was better looking than him? “So now that I’m 19…” Y/N nearly laughed. He tried this when he was 18 and Y/N told him that Jedi can’t be in love and she was about to tell him again. “Against the Jedi Code, Anakin.” She said, hoping it would be dropped.

But Anakin never let anything go, “Who cares about the Jedi Code? I love you.” Anakin turned to her as he spoke, looking at her as she stared at the flowers around them. “From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. And now that we are here, I’m in agony. The closer I get to you…the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you, I can’t breathe. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do?” “Get over it, Anakin.” She said and walked away, leaving him in sorrow.

She returned to Obi-Wan shocked by his words, she knew that Anakin had a thing for her but didn’t realize he thought he was in love with her. “Anakin said some pretty crazy things to me.” She says and Obi-Wan looks at her, “He confessed his undying love for you?” Obi-Wan asked and she looked at him, amused. “How’d you know?” He shook his head and got in bed with her, “All he talks about.” He mumbled and pulled her closer to him.

She sat up and looked at him, “He talks about me to you?” She asked, he nodded. “Why do you let him?” She asked, softly. “I tell him every time that it’s against the Jedi Code. He’s a kid, he doesn’t care. He loves you.” He tells her and she shrugs, “Well sucks to be him.” She leans in and kisses him, making him forget about any insecurity he has.

The kiss was slow at first, full of love. It made me realize the one thing he’s been meaning to do, needs to be done now. It was the perfect moment. He pulls away from the kiss, “Hold on.” He gets up and goes inside his bag that holds extra clothing for the nights and a little velvet box. Y/N stared at the box as Obi Wan walked back to her. She was aware of what it was and she felt tears build up in her eyes from happiness. Obi-Wan got on one knee and opened the box, Y/N gasped, the ring was beautiful and definitely worth a lot of currency.

She covered her mouth and Obi-Wan smiled, “Y/N, you are the light of my life. You keep me going and the force is strong between us.” He winks at her, “I want no other and even though it’s forbidden, our love is strong and will last forever. Will you marry me?” He asked her, she stared at the man she loved as tears poured from her eyes. “Yes.” She cried and hugged him.

She felt complete as he slipped the ring on her finger, forgetting about Anakin. “It’s unfortunate that I can’t wear this infront of others, in front of him.” She said softly, staring at the ring. He gave her a smile and cupped her face, “It would be nice to show that off in public, especially to him.” Obi Wan said and Y/N chuckled. “You know, you have no reason to be jealous of a 19 year old boy.” She said and pulled him closer, “He has NOTHING on you.” She promised him. He smiled at her words and nodded, “Good to know.” He kissed her hard, making them fall back onto the bed. 

Y/N sighed as she had to take off the engagement ring before leaving her quarters. Obi Wan had left to his a few hours ago, she hated that they had to hide their love, especially with Anakin flirting with her. She knew that Obi-Wan hated it and that he wanted to tell Anakin but knew it wasn’t right.

She set the ring on the table by her bed with sadness as she left her quarters, she remembered that Obi-Wan was leaving today after being instructed to find the bounty hunter who killed Zam while she and Anakin were to stay and protect Padme.

“I wish I could go with you.” She said as they laid in her bed after a sweet love making session. He looked down at her, pulling her impossibly closer, “Me too.” She of course was on babysitting duty for Anakin but the council didn’t exactly want to say that. “But of course I have to stay here with Anakin and protect Padme.” She said with annoyance laced in her voice. Obi-Wan laughed at her words. “Not happy about that either, darlin’” He told her and she sighed. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?” She asked and he shrugged. “Hopefully not long.”

Anakin was waiting for her and waved. She gave him a small smile and waved back. Obi-Wan comes into view with the princess, “So it leaves us, Y/N.” Anakin says, trying to hide his excitement. It took everything in Obi-Wan to not glare at the young boy. Y/N wanted to give her man a proper goodbye but had to watch him leave without a kiss or anything. 

Anakin was acting strange, sure he was still flirting with Y/N and trying to get with her but he seemed troubled. “Anakin what’s wrong?” She asked him and he shook his head, “I’ve been having these terrible visions of my mother.” He tells her and she looks at him as he tells her about them. “You need to go see her, Ani.” Padme tells him.

“Yeah, I can stay here and protect her. I won’t tell Obi-Wan.” She swore to him. Anakin shook his head, “I want you to come with me.” He tells her and she fights the urge to roll her eyes. “Anakin, I have to stay with Padme.” She tells him. “I can come with, like you said we won’t tell Obi-Wan.” Padme says, Y/N sighs. Obi Wan would hate this. “Okay.” She whispered and missed the smile on Anakin’s face. 

Y/N smiled at the sound of Watto yelling, just like old times. It had been 10 years since she had seen him. At first he didn’t recognize Anakin, it had been so long. “I’m looking for Shmi Skywalker.” He says to Watto. Watto looks between the three of them and it clicks in his head, “Annie?” Y/N smiles as he realizes. Unfortunately, Watto sold his mother to a farmer who ended up marrying her.

“Where are they?” Y/N asked and Watto had to look at the records. A familiar droid that Anakin had introduced Y/N to years ago was outside the farm helping. “Threepio?” Anakin asked the droid. Threepio recognized all three of them and seemed happy to see them. Anakin’s mother was dead but he couldn’t accept that. “I have to find her, I can feel her pain.” “Anakin, are you crazy?” Y/N asked him, trying to stop him.

He needed to accept that but he wasn’t going to. “I will be back.” He takes her hand, which she quickly pulls away. “You can ride my speeder bike.” Owen tells him and Y/N sighs, Obi-Wan wasn’t going to be happy if anything happened to him. “Can you protect them?” He asked Owen, like Y/N needed that. “Don’t worry.” Y/N rolled her eyes as Anakin got on the bike and sped off.

“You don’t look happy.” Padme says to her and she chuckles, “No, I’m not. Obi-Wan isn’t going to be happy if he finds out.” Y/N was stressed and Padme rubbed her back, “He loves you a lot, ya know? They both do.” Y/N looked over at her, shocked by her words. How’d she know? “They look at you like they are in love. Though I can tell only one of them has your heart.” Padme winks at her. Y/N shook her head with a smile, “Jedi can't love. It’s forbidden.” Y/N tried but Padme gave her a look, “You can’t control love, it’s impossible.” She told Y/N. 

“Naked?” Y/N asked Threepio as he described how he felt. He did look unfinished. “Yes, when Master Annie made me, he never quite found the time to give me outer covering.” Y/N looked at Padme and smiled, “Maybe we can fix that.” Padme says as Y/N and her look through a pile of metal scraps and spare parts. “Oh no, Master Annie…” “Looky here.” Y/N said and held up a part. Padme smiled and took the peace holding it against threepio.

“That tickles!” Y/N tried not to laugh, though after everything she could use a good one. Once Anakin return, he had his mother who was dead. Y/N covered her mouth as Anakin carried her into the homestead, “Dear god.” Padme said, feeling bad for him. Anakin was off after that but he had every reason to be, he even avoided Y/N to work on the speed bike.

“Anakin, are you okay?” Y/N asked and he looked at her with tears in his eyes. He wasn’t, “Why’d she have to die? Why couldn’t I save her? I know I could have!” Y/N sighed, “Anakin, sometimes things can’t be fixed. You tried and that’s what matters.” That made Anakin angry, “I should’ve succeeded! Someday I’ll be the most powerful Jedi ever! I promise you that! I will evEn stop people from dying! And you will love me! You’ll see.” He yelled.

“Anakin…” But he didn’t let her finish, “It’s all Obi-Wan’s fault.” Those words almost had her heart sinking, did he know? “He’s jealous! He knows that I am already more powerful than he is and he’s holding me back!” Y/N rolled her eyes at his words, “Anakin, I get you’re hurting but he wants what is best for you!” She told him. Anakin threw the wrench and Y/N went to grab her saber before realizing, “Anakin, are you okay?” She asked, he was crying at this point.

“No! I killed them, every last one of them, they’re dead!” He yelled at her. “Who?” She asked, shocked by his words. “Not just the men, the women and the children too…they are like animals! I slaughtered them like animals.” She covered her mouth at his confession, she should tell the council what he did tell her but she couldn’t.

She understood his anger and though it doesn’t make it right she felt for him. “You’re gonna tell on me, aren’t you?” He asked and she shook her head, “No. I should but I won’t.” She said to him, Anakin hugged her and sobbed, “I’m so sorry.” He cried but she just rubbed his back, afraid to say anything. 

Y/N tried to push what he told her out of her head as they stood over his mother’s grave. As a Jedi Master she should run and tell them but she also believed that he was the chosen one and that what he did was out of hurt and anger, emotions he needed to learn to control. R2-D2 shows up with a message that really makes Y/N forget what Anakin admitted to her. Obi Wan was in trouble, “We have to go save him!” Y/N said to Anakin. Anakin agreed and they left the homestead with Padme, “We will deal with Count Dooku. You guys have a job to protect the senator at all costs.”

Y/N hid her anger, wanting to save her fiance no matter what. “Understood, Master.” Anakin said as the hologram ended. “They will never get there in time.” Padme said but that didn’t matter. Y/N already planned to save him as she began touching the switches and the buttons but Anakin stopped her, “Anakin, we have to save him.” She hated that her voice sounded urgent but she had to save him. “You heard Master Windu, we have to stay here and protect the princess.” “He gave you guys orders to protect me.” Padme sided with Y/N.

“Exactly so you are either with us or you can break the rule and stay here without us.” Rules were going to be broken anyway. Anakin grinned and took the controls. Padme and Y/N get up once the ship has stopped, Anakin looking at them, “Where are you guys going?” He asked, getting up as well. “To find Obi-Wan.” Padme said, “To save Obi-Wan.” Y/N said at the same time. “No, you’re not!” Anakin tried to grab both of their arms but only got Padme’s. “Let me go!”

“Anakin, let her go.” “I won’t let you guys go, it's dangerous!” Y/N actually laughed at his words, full blown laugh making him look at her. “I am a Jedi Master, Anakin. I certainly don’t need your protection.” She walks out of the ship. “Don’t try to give me orders, Ani! I’m a senator of the Galactica Republica. You have no authority to restrain me, direct me or contain me! You remember your place, young man. Now you either come with us and protect me or stay here. Up to you!” She said and left the ship. Y/N high fived her at that and Anakin followed them.

Y/N glared at Count Dooku as Anakin handed Jango Fett his saber, “Where’s Obi Wan?” She asked, a growl laced in her voice. “Y/N, we might die and I need you to know that I love you!” He declared as the three of them were thrown into a cart. “I know, Anakin.” She sighed and looked around. 

“I was wondering if you guys got my message.” Obi-Wan said to them. Y/N wanted to kiss him so badly and thanked her restraints for not allowing her. “Well we decided to come and rescue you as you can tell.” Y/N said to him, sarcasm laced in her voice. Obi-Wan looked at her, “It looks like you guys are doing great so far.” He said, sarcastically.

Ok now Y/N would hit him if she could. “Let the executions begin!” “I have a bad feeling about this.” Anakin said. The Monsters looked ready to charge at them, “You take the one on the left. I’ll get the one on the right.” Obi-Wan tells her. She nodded and looked at Anakin, “Anakin, protect Padme.” Y/N said to him but noticed that she was on the post tugging at the chain. “It looks like she’s already on top of things.” Obi-Wan said. 

Once they were free and in the ship, All Obi Wan wanted to do was hug Y/N but thought against it for obvious reasons. Count Dooku drives by them on a speed bike. “That’s Dooku, go after him!” The pilot tries but there’s a blast that hits the ship and Padme tumbles out. “Shit.” Y/N says and yells her name. “We have to leave her!” Obi-Wan says and Y/N looks at him like he is crazy. “We had a job to protect her.” Y/N exclaimed to him, motioning between her and Anakin.

“Put the ship down!” Anakin demands. “No! You guys need to put your feelings aside and finish the job.” He tells them. Y/N shakes her head, “You can do this without me. I still follow protocol.” Y/N says and jumps out the ship. Anakin and Obi-Wan yell her name as she lands next to Padme who is okay. Anakin tries to get the pilot to land the ship. “They’re okay!” Obi-Wan exclaimed as Y/N and Padme motioned for them to go stop Dooku.

Though Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sighed as the ship took off, he wasn’t exactly pleased with Y/N right now. Clone Troopers surround them and Y/N sighed, “They aren’t pleased with me.” Padme looked at her, “Why’d you do it?” She asked as they walked with the troopers. “Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master, he does not need me as well. And mostly to get away from Anakin so they can focus.” She huffed out the last part causing Padme to laugh. “So, you love Obi Wan?” She whispered and Y/N shook her head. 

They arrive at the tower with the Clone Captain and Troopers, “Y/N!” Anakin yells, Obi Wan watches with an unamused expression. Y/N gave him a guilty smile, “You aren’t happy with me, I take it.” “Neither of us are.” Anakin grunts out. Y/N rolled her eyes and Obi-Wan glared at her, he was one to talk about emotions getting in the way. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Obi-Wan says to her, trying to keep his voice leveled out. “Anakin, your hand!” Padme exclaims making Y/N look over at the boy. His hand was cut off and her eyes widened, she looked back to Obi Wan to ask what happened, “Count Dooku.” He said. 

Y/N and Anakin went back to Naboo to take Padme home, “Your secret is safe with me.” Padme winked at her. Y/N returned home to Obi-Wan who wasn’t pleased with her. “So, you just aren’t talking to me?” She asked and he chuckled, “You really are a rebel.” He joked and she shook her head, “You had it, well you and Anakin.”

“Not the point.” He said and she sat on her bed, grabbing her ring. “Yeah well we are here together now.” She said and slid on the ring. Obi-Wan smiled and sat next to her, neither of them had a chance to kiss or hug after they saw each other and that just clicked…They both leaned in and kissed each other until the oxygen ran out of their lungs. “Let’s get married.” She said out of breath. “Now?” Obi-Wan asked her and she nodded. “Unless you have better things to do.” He shook his head and got off the bed, “Never.” He smiled at her. 

Revenge of the Sith                           

Y/N and Padme awaited the return of Obi-Wan and Anakin who were saving Palpatine. Y/N twirled her wedding ring that was wearing, nervous after hearing the news. Padme knew about them and was a proud friend, “You haven’t told Ani, yet?” She asked her friend who sighed, “No but the flirting is a little lighter than before.” Y/N said but Padme sighed. Sure, she understood that they had to keep it a secret but Anakin wouldn’t tell anyone.

“He’d be so heartbroken too.” Y/N said, hating the idea. Even though she wasn’t in love with him, she still cared about him. The ship landed that held Anakin, Obi-Wan and Palpatine, Y/N was eager to get her hands on her man since it had been 5 months without him but she held back. “He’s gonna report to the council and then I can see him.” Y/N reminded herself out loud causing Padme to laugh.

Anakin ran up to them and hugged Y/N, Padme watched trying not to laugh, “It’s been too long without your pretty face.” He said and Y/N nodded, “Yeah, 5 months.” Y/N said and stepped away, “I have to go. Nice seeing you Anakin.” She said and walked away leaving Padme and Anakin. “Did you tell her?” Anakin asked and Padme looked down.

She should have, it’s not like she would care but it made Anakin look like an ass. Padme was pregnant and the baby was Anakin’s, Though Anakin wasn’t aware of that. He meant telling Y/N they slept together. Anakin didn’t love Padme but he did think that she was hot so they slept together and Padme found out she was pregnant. She tried her best to hide it and knew that she should’ve told Y/N but hasn’t yet. “I’m pregnant.” 

Y/N snuck into Obi-Wan’s quarters and waited for him to be back from informing the council. She was eager for him and wanted nothing more than to have his hands and mouth all over her. “Hello there.” He greeted her and she ran to hug him, his arms happily embraced her and spun her around. “I missed you.” She said and kissed him.

The kiss was filled with joy and impatience to take things further but Obi Wan welcomed it nonetheless. “I missed you as well, darlin’” He mumbled against her lips that barely let him say that. Her hands messed up his hair and his hands moved all over her body. Obi Wan realized what was going on and walked to the bed, dropping her on it. She looked up at him with want, she was breathing heavily and looked like a hot mess, which turned Obi Wan on even more.

Without breaking eye contact he stripped off his clothes while she admired his body. “Is it really fair that I’m the only one naked?” He teased and she huffed, taking off her clothes in a rush. “Sorry, you looked too good.” She mumbled against his lips as he straddled her. She sighed happily as she felt his dick against her, it had been too long.

“You should probably fuck me, Obi Wan.” She suggested and he smirked, “That’s the plan.” He said and she gripped his bicep tight as he entered her, a loud moan leaving her lips. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He groans and she wants to make a joke about how he hasn’t fucked her in 5 months but that leaves her mind as he doesn’t waste any time. 

They stared up at the ceiling catching their breath, both of them sweaty and on cloud nine. “So anything new?” He asked her and she nodded, “Padme is pregnant.” She told him. His eyes widened a bit and looked over at her, “Really?” He asked and she laughed.

“Yes but she doesn’t think I know. She just doesn’t hide it well.” Y/N tells him and he nods, “Do you know how the father is?” “No idea.” Obi Wan wanted to ask if Anakin was still trying to get with her but he knew the answer and he didn’t want to ruin the mood. 

“Anakin isn’t himself.” Padme said to Y/N as they ate in her quarters. “I will say he’s barely flirted with me.” Padme chucked, “No I mean he’s moody.” Y/N looked at her confused, “You mean about the council not wanting to make him a Master?” Padme looks surprised. “You know?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“I am married to someone on the Jedi Council but it’s strange he told you.” Y/N said and Padme shook her head. “He thinks you’ll side with them.” That was true, Anakin had a lot of work to be done. “Well, he’s right about that.” Padme debated on telling her that she was pregnant with Anakin’s kids but fought against it. This wasn’t the right time. “I’ll have to talk to him.” Y/N said. 

“Master Windu has always opposed me. Can’t you see it?” He ranted to Y/N. “While I’m not in the room with you guys I highly doubt that.” She said to Anakin who was pacing. “You’re just angry.” He sighed at her words, “You sound like Obi-Wan.” He told her and she tried not to laugh. She wondered why…

”He thinks you’re overlooking it too?” She asked and he nodded. “The Chancellor trusts me and they want me to report everything he says and does back to them.” “That’s reasonable.” “No, they are using me but won’t rank me Master.” Y/N walked up to Anakin with a sigh, “Maybe this is your way to prove yourself to them so they rank you Master.” Y/N suggested but she had no clue what she was talking about.

She wasn’t on the council despite being a Jedi Master. All she learned was from Obi-Wan but Anakin came to her first. “Do you not believe that he’s doing suspicious things?” She asked him and he shook his head, “He’s a good guy. He’s helped me ever since he arrived.” He told her and she didn’t have words. Politics weren’t her specialty but Anakin couldn’t be this naive, could he? The next time Palpatine and Anakin spoke, it made Anakin reconsider everything.

He was having dreams of Padme dying with the baby still inside of her. He couldn’t have that but it was worse that he was still in love with Y/N who now would never be with him if she knew that those kids were his. Padme was gonna have to tell her sooner or later that she was pregnant but did she have to say the kids were Anakin’s? “What?” Padme asked in disbelief.

“Just don’t tell her the kid is mine. It could ruin my chances with her.” Anakin told her. Padme laughed in disbelief, “You think she’s in love with you?” Padme asked and almost slipped up with the truth. Anakin was delusional and Padme had just hoped that he would have a change of heart after realizing that she was having his kids but he was holding onto something that was never going to happen. “You’ll only end up hurt.” She told him in tears. 

Y/N held her breath as Obi-Wan told her that he had a mission to take down General Grievous. “I will go with you.” She tries but he shakes his head, “Anakin tried that too but it’s probably nothing.” She glared at her husband, she just got him back and now he’s leaving again?

“Well I’m just as good as you in combat.” She smirked and he rolled his eyes, “Yeah well I don’t think the Council would approve. After all, you didn’t wanna be on the council. You gave your seat to Anakin.” She sighed, “Actually I didn’t give my seat to anyone, they did.” He walks up to her and grabs her hands, “You have a Padawan to train. I’ll be okay!” He tells her and she gives him a dirty look before it softens. She was worried about him but she knew that he was fine by himself. She leaned up and kissed him before she could think of anything smart to say. 

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” Padme said, tears laced in her eyes. Y/N walked up to her friend and placed a hand on her arm. “I’m pregnant.” She admitted, Y/N smiled at her friend ready to tell her that she wasn’t good at hiding it until her next words, “Anakin is the father.” Y/N’s face dropped at her friend’s confession. “What?” Y/N wasn’t upset but in shock.

Padme shook her head and started crying harder, “He doesn’t wanna be with me cuz he still loves you. He thinks he has a chance with you and told me to never tell you that he’s the father.” Y/N shook her head in disbelief, Anakin was a whole new level of delusional and it hurt to see her friend affected by this. “Hey.” Y/N whispered and Padme looked at her, “I'm so sorry. Do you know where he is?” She asked her friend. 

Meanwhile, Anakin was delivering the news about Obi-Wan and Grievous but that didn’t go as expected. “I know about your nightmares about Padme dying with your child and your love for Jedi Y/L/N. I can help you learn the dark side of the force.” Anakin was angry at his words, “What did you say?” He asked and initiated his lightsaber. “Y/N and your child can be safe and with you. You can save them.” “You’re a sith lord!” Anakin knew what the right thing to do was but wasn’t sure he trusted the Jedi as much as he should.

The idea of having Y/N once and for all sounded nice and with his kids. Y/N ran to where he was and discovered a sick view. Palpatine was a sith lord and Anakin was helping him defeat Mace Windu. “Anakin.” Y/N yelled and he turned to her, the look in his eyes not like anything she’s seen before. “What are you doing?” She asked, walking closer to him.

Palpatine begging for his life, “I know what I must do to protect you.” She sighed, “Anakin, he’s lying to you. He is manipulating you.” “We can find a way to be together.” He tells her and she shakes her head, “No, we can’t. You’re gonna be a dad, Padme told me.” Anakin felt anger through his body and saved Palpatine, cutting off Mace Windu’s hand.

“Anakin!” Y/N screamed as he did this. She backed away with tears as Mace fell out the window, Palpatine cackling. “What have I done?” Anakin asked himself. Y/N ran out the room, tears streaming down her face. She had to get in contact with Obi-Wan and tell Padme. 

“Padme!” Y/N screamed as she saw her friend again, she turned to Y/N with a look of worry. “Anakin is- he-” Padme took her hands, “He what?” Y/N tried to breathe, “He cut off Mace Windu’s hand and let him die. Palpatine told him that joining the dark side would ensure your kids are safe and that he has me.” “The nightmares.” Padme said with tears.

Y/N looked at her confused, “What?” She asked her friend. “He told me he was having nightmares or visions of me dying while giving birth to our child.” That all made sense, Palpatine promised him that he could save Padme and the child with the dark side.  “This isn’t the first time this has happened.” Y/N mumbled, thinking back to the stuff with his mother. “His mother.” Padme whispered and Y/N nodded. “We gotta tell Obi-Wan as soon as-” “Y/N! Padme! Are you guys okay?” He yelled running to them.

Y/N looked at her husband, “Obi-Wan, Anakin has-” “Turned to the dark side, I know.” He says and Y/N looks confused, “I saw it when I was with Master Yoda on the hologram. The Jedi order is no more and the republic has fallen.” Y/N was so caught up in this crazy stuff with Anakin that everything in front of her was falling apart and she hadn’t realized it. “We have to find him and stop him before it’s too late!” Y/N said. Obi-Wan looked at his wife and Padme, “Do either of you know where he is?” 

The three of them landed on Mustafar, Y/N looked around the ship, “Okay just let me go first.” Obi-Wan shook his head, “Are you crazy?” “Obi-Wan, he’s in love with me! Maybe he’ll listen to me!” She exclaimed. “I can’t have you getting hurt.” He tells her. “Padme and you will be right there! I need to start this alone, he might still trust me.” “And if he doesn’t?” She sighed and grabbed her saber, “I’m a Jedi Master, I think I can take him.” 

Anakin ran down to the ship as soon as he saw Y/N get out of it. “He was right! You’re here!” Anakin hugged her. Y/N gulped and hugged him back, not wanting to anger him. “We can finally be together!” He tries to kiss her but she backs up, “Anakin, please wait just a second.” She says and steps back. “You don’t have to do this! You’re better than this!” Anakin growled, “This is about me being the father to Padme’s kid, isn’t it?” “It’s more than that!” She exclaimed.

“What is it, my dear? What can I do for us to be together?” He asked, taking her face into his hands. Y/N looked at him with a soft but scared expression, she realized that Anakin wasn’t going to take No for an answer. “Anakin.” His name left her lips in a whisper, he finally after so many years kissed her. Y/N felt disgust feeling his lips on hers but Anakin felt complete. “Anakin!” Obi-Wan yelled and he pulled away from the kiss, seeing Padme.

“You.” He growled and let Y/N go, who ran back to the ship. He force chokes Padme, “You told her I was the father so she wouldn’t be with me!” “Anakin, let her go!” Obi-Wan yelled. Y/N sobbed, “Please Anakin.” He let her go and she fell to the ground. Y/N ran up to her, “Anakin, what have you done?” She asked, looking at him through tears. “She was trying to stop us from being together.” Obi-Wan stepped off the ship, “Anakin, there is something you must know.” Y/N looked over at her husband in fear, he was not about to tell him right now. “Y/N and I are married, have been married for 3 years now. We’ve been together since before you first met.” Anakin felt his heart drop, “What?” He growled.

“I am sorry, Anakin but she will never be with you.” Y/N stood, “Anakin, I’m sorry I should have told you.” She whispered. “You won’t take her from me.” Anakin yelled at Obi-Wan. “She’s not yours to take from.” Obi-Wan said and took off his cloak. “You turned her against me.” “You did that yourself! She was more than happy to be your friend. That was just never good enough for you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said. “You have allowed Palpatine to twist your mind.” Y/N cried to him.

“You shut up! You betrayed me just like Padme! You went behind my back with him.” She stood up, “Anakin, we’ve been together long before I met you!” She exclaimed and looked at Obi-Wan. “Take her back to the ship and call for help.” Y/N nodded and picked her up, struggling but she did. She turned to Anakin one last time, “You don’t have to do this, Ani. We can still be friends, I’ll always be your friend. The Dark side doesn’t have what you think it does.”  

“Y/N?” Padme tries to talk. Y/N looks at her, “Yes? What is it?” She held her friends hand, Artoo and Threepio right by her, making sure she’s okay. “I-I wanted to thank you for being by my side through everything. You’re a great friend.” Y/N had tears in her eyes as she spoke, “You as well. We’re gonna get you help.” Y/N told her.

“I-If something were to happen to me, I want you and Obi-Wan to take my child.” She tells her and gives her a weak smile. “Don’t say that! You’re gonna be okay and raise your kid.” She tries but Padme shakes her head, “I know that you’d be a good mother.” She told Y/N. 

Obi-Wan entered the ship, Y/N gasped and hugged him. He had tears in his eyes and Y/N cupped his face, “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. He looked down, he felt like a failure. “I failed him, Y/N.” He whispered. “No. No you didn’t. You did your best. He was manipulated.” Y/N whispered. She knew that he was hurting and blamed himself for it all. “Padme needs help.” Y/N said as they started the ship. 

Y/N held one of her hands while Obi Wan held the other, Padme was screaming and crying as she pushed out a baby. “You got this!” Y/N told her. A baby boy came out crying, “Luke.” She said, Y/N smiled, she liked that name. She was still pushing and a baby girl came out, “Leia.” “Padme you did it.” Y/N said to her friend and gave her a small.

“Y/N, I know Anakin has some good left in him. Take care of my babies.” She said before she died. Y/N cried as she whispered her friend's name over and over. Obi-Wan came over to her and she let go of Padme’s hand and cried in her husband’s arms. They lost two friends today. 

“Do you think we can raise twins?” Y/N asked Obi-Wan as they held the babies. He looked over at her with a sad smile, “it’s what Padme wanted.” He told her and Y/N stared down at Leia. She vowed to protect these kids like her own, like Padme wanted.

Y/N thought back to Anakin and his flirting that was bad and laughed through tears. Obi-Wan looked over at her, “What’s so funny?” He asked, “Anakin’s awful attempts at getting with me.” Obi-Wan smiled, though he hated when Anakin tried to get with her, he had to admit that looking back at it now, it was funny. “Yeah he sure had a way with words.” Obi-Wan chuckled. Y/N shook her head and looked down at Leia not realizing that the twins would become some of the most powerful people in the galaxy.