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Hi! Can you do a piece when it's just after Grace's death and Tommy calls Lizzie for comfort. They think they'll bang but they don't and Tommy ends up breaking down, screaming and looses himself in the sorrow and Lizzie is there comforting him all night.

Ooh this is interesting. I've only written stories with the Reader, so I'm excited to try something different. Thank you so much for requesting! 😘

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My side blog is up! redspaceace will be used for everything other than writing. Honestly, I’ll probably share a lot of lyrics because music is my ultimate love. I will also probably share my cats way too many times haha

#I guess this is a chance to get to know me #outside of writing #:)

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Not sure if you know, but your masterlist ain’t working, when I click the link it says the post isn’t found 🤍

Ah yes, that is probably due to me changing my username to redspaceace-writes. Planning on making a place for reblogs. I will update my links now. Thank you for bringing this to my attention :)

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Can you write something where Tommy goes to a meeting with a potential business partner, he sees the reader and is immediately into her. Polly feels that he's fallen for someone but things that she will betray him like Grace did. But she realizes after talking to her that she's fierce too and is very similar to Tommy? A little drama with fluffy end?:)

Absolutely! Thank you for requesting! I will get to this as soon as I can :)

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Without You - (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Request: Pls, how about a little angst one, about Tommy having a breakdown at the readers funeral.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy. I ran across a song while I was shuffling my music, and I thought it really fit for this request. Also, I am so sorry this took so long. I rewrote this twice and just couldn’t figure out where I wanted to take this story.

Word Count: 1,141

Warnings: Angst, s a d, brief hate of gypsies and gangsters

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Forever: @starwarsprequelfangirl

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Tommy stood at the front of the pack of Shelbys, Grays, and Y/L/Ns, his back facing them. Tension accompanied the overwhelming gloom, crowding the air. Thomas was suffocating under its weight- as if choking on his tears wasn’t enough. He had no more words to offer as a condolence for the families.

“Now,” Polly started, taking hold of the situation. “I propose we head to Thomas’s lovely home and get shit-faced.” Surprisingly, no one objected.

A family rivalry took shape the second you locked eyes with Tommy. You “met” while on a stroll with your sister. He stuck out like a sore thumb on the London streets. He wore his usual attire: a black cap, a black overcoat, black trousers, and black shoes. The only color he adorned outside of his monochromatic outfit was within his irises. That day, blue became your favorite color.

You continued home with a smitten smile and thoughts of a stunning stranger. Your sister yapped the entire way, giggling about the man you ogled. When you both stepped into the house, the first words said were about you.

“Y/N/N met a man today,” your sister tattled. Immediately, your father tensed up, raising his head from the newspaper. He makes eye contact with you, a frown decorating his features.

“Oh? How lovely,” he sarcastically replied.

“Daddy, it was just some stranger standing on the pavement,” you defend. “He was on the other side of the road. I didn’t even speak to him.” Your father grumbles disapprovingly and goes back to reading the paper. You spin around to face your sister, scowling at her grin. She scampers toward her room. You roll your eyes and shake your head at her antics, unloading the groceries onto the kitchen counters.

Another trip to the market was the next time you happened upon the alien man. He was in the same spot at last time, but this encounter was different. Due to being distracted, you didn’t see the person headed toward you. The collision caused you to drop your held items, forcing you to listen to the venomous words from the angry woman. Apologies flew from your mouth in an attempt to calm her down. She ended up stalking off, grumbling to herself.

“Are you all right?” A deep voice asks, startling you. Your gaze meets the man you’ve seen twice.

“Yes, I’m okay. Wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” you shyly admit.

“I saw,” he smirks. A blush creeps onto your cheeks at his confession. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answer, grasping his extended hand.

“Pretty name,” he replies, pulling you up. Smiling, you remove your hand from his and accept his open arm. The conversation consisted of more small talk as you led him back to you house. Unlike awkward first encounters, this one was comfortable. He made you laugh, and the sound was music to his ears. He was mysterious, and that piqued your interest. Arriving at your residence, you sighed heavily.

“This is me,” you state, grimacing at the sudden awkward air. Before Tommy could reply, the front door opened, revealing your father. You expected him to be livid – fuming and red. He maintained a calm façade, but underneath you knew he was steaming. He approached your nameless partner, staring the man down. Neither broke from the battle until you cleared your throat. Your father, not breaking eye contact, commanded you go inside. Afraid of the consequences if you disobeyed, you hurried through the door, shutting it behind you.

Before setting the newly bought belongings on the kitchen table, you set your ear upon the door. Hushed voices could be heard, and you knew that whatever was said couldn’t have been good. You rushed upstairs to your bedroom, avoiding being caught eavesdropping. Dusk had settled upon your return and, wanting to bypass the scolding from your dad, you dozed off early. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easy, your mind riddled with worry.

The next morning you came down for breakfast to find your father seated at the dinner table, newspaper in hand like normal. Your mother and sister were nowhere to be found. Retrieving your desired cuisine, you sit across from him. Upon taking your first bite, your father speaks, giving you his full attention.

“Y/N, I never want you to see that man again,” he says. “The Shelbys are nothing but bad news. I will not have my child associate with those gypsy gangsters. Am I understood?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear. He grunts his approval and you both return to your previous activities.

Needless to say, you met the Shelby male again. For you, the third time was yet again accidental. For Thomas, it was purposeful. You also learned his first name that time around. He persuaded you to go against your father’s wishes. You returned home with a name and a promise of meeting Tommy again. You continued to see each other up until he asked you to leave your family to be with him. You agreed and, without a care of your father disowning you, went to live with your most loved one. To your surprise, he proposed that night too. And the rest is history.

Now Tommy is alone in a sea of headstones, an empty stare fixed upon your grave. He’d once again lost a game with Death, His prize your life. That night, Thomas broke down harder than he had in years. He collapsed to his knees, hands gripping the top of your headstone. He suffocated on his tears, screaming a broken sob.

Unbeknownst to him, Polly watched from afar. She hadn’t gone with the families, feeling she needed to stay for Thomas. All the Shelbys loved you, and having you ripped away tore everyone to pieces. Wiping away her proof of sadness, she approached Tommy, crouching to his level. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, squeezing slightly. He didn’t move away like she thought he might. Instead he spoke.

“She’s gone, Pol,” Tommy choked out. “Why is everything I care about taken from me? Why did I choose this life? Why do I always lose?”

She doesn’t know how to answer his questions without making him feel worse, but she wonders the same things. They stay in that position well past nightfall, cold and soaked from a long-lasting drizzle that accompanied them. Tommy eventually slipped into unconsciousness, exhausted. Polly wakes him and she drives them to his home.

She guides his defeated form to a guest room, knowing he won’t sleep in the bed he shared with you. She seats him on the edge of the bed, laying him atop the covers. He was already half-asleep by that time and leaves with a farewell kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, Thomas,” she whispers, softly closing the door, engulfing the room in darkness.

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Requests are open! Check out what I write for and my masterlist if you’d like to read more from me!

Posted: July 7th, 2020

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x reader

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Me to a T

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What I Write For

Alright, here’s how I’ll do this: below will be a list of television shows/movies. I will write for any person in these. If you like an actor in another film/show not listed here, feel free to ask me if I’ll write for that character. Please check out my Rules for Requests before requesting.

TV Shows

Supernatural

Peaky Blinders

Stranger Things

The Office

Parks and Recreation

Arrested Development

The Witcher

Ghost Adventures

Game of Thrones

The Walking Dead - Seasons 1 through 9

Narcos - Seasons 1 & 2

Grey’s Anatomy - Seasons 1 through 8

Community - Seasons 1 through 3

American Horror Story - Seasons 1 through 5

Ozark - Season 1

The Vampire Diaries - Seasons 1 & 2

Movies

Birds of Prey

Once Upon a Time...In Hollywood

MCU

Star Wars

Fantastic Beasts

Logan

Knives Out

Doctor Sleep

Lord of the Rings

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redspaceace-writes · 4 years

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Hi! Can I request a Roman Sonis x plus size reader (female) fic,if you're ok with that? I was listening to the song Judas by Lady Gaga and thought of Roman. Maybe the reader is a piano player at the club and she has fallen for him, despite knowing it's a very bad thing. Idk, up to you! Thanks!

Of course I can write this! I'm very excited for when I've got the time to get my piling requests done. Thank you so much for your idea. I hope I do plus size females justice.

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Hi! I hope you are doing well and staying healthy! I was wondering if you could write something for Zak Bagans? I absolutely love ghost adventures and now because of staying home I’ve been able to catch up on their seasons lol but maybe the reader is a historian they use from time to time and her and Zak like each other, they just won’t admit it. She goes on a lockdown with them Zak becomes protective when it seems like she’s being targeted by the spirit. Then tells her why 😊 thanks in advance!

Hello! I am well. In fact, I’m better now than I was because I have the time for self-care, lol. I can do this and I’m excited to write it when I get to it. Not sure when that’ll be, but hopefully the wait won’t be too long. Thank you for the request! I hope you are also doing okay and are taking care of yourself!

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Hey babe how’ve you been in this craziness? Could you do me another Zak one shot? I looooved the last one you did! Maybe this time could I have fem y/n and zak having a hard time in quarantine with a malevolent spirit in their home? Stay safe honey bunch🖤🦇✨

Hiya! It's nice to talk to you again. I've not been too well. This'll kind of give a gauge on my age, but I've been stuck with my sister during this and that's been driving me to the brink of insanity. I'm also taking care of three cats that have done nothing but make messes for me to clean up 😂 but I'm trying. Hope you're doing well! I absolutely can write this. I know I said I'd get some writing done today, but it is now 7:30PM and I've done nothing. So I hope you don't mind the wait. Thank you! 😘

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Hey i'v been feeling kinda down lately and your writing cheers me up! i love love love your fics! so i wanted to request a roman x fem!reader fic if u dont mind! 😅 maybe one where the reader is just upset after a long day (you know those days u have when ur just so mentally exhausted ur just crying and r a mess, those days lol), and roman comforts her and makes her feel better... ily have an amazing day!

Thank you so very much! It's always a joy to hear someone loves what I write 💜 I'm so very sorry that you're down in the dumps. I'm currently also feeling pretty gloomy (to put it mildly) which is why I haven't written the requests I've gotten. I will add your request to the list and I hope it doesn't take me too long to get around to writing this. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to message me. I hope your day gets better if it hasn't gone in your favor yet. I send you my love! 💜🖤💜🖤

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT THANK YOU SO FRICKING MUCH 😍😍😍

Hello! Can I request number 56 - "Would you just hold still?" for Obi-Wan x female reader? I was thinking one where Obi-Wan and the reader go undercover at a club (the reader is not a Jedi) and she drinks too much so he has to take her home and unfortunately the criminal they're looking for escapes. With a super fluffy ending please. Thank you!

Intoxicated -

(Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

summary: you and obi-wan are sent to a club to capture a criminal, only your drinking seems to change the mission objective all together.

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warnings: drinking (it's basically just fluff)

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"Okay, I think you've had quite enough," a voice from your left shoulder announced. Smirking as you continued to lean over the bar, you merely shook your head and knocked back the last of the vibrant liquid in your glass. He couldn't take it away if your gullet got there first.

"Oh you Jedi," you mused. "Amusement still seems to be a foreign concept." With a shit-eating grin, you spun your slightly stumbling form around to face your accomplice.

Neon lights pouring down from the ceiling above his head, Obi-Wan stood before you, arms folded tight across his chest. Figure draped in layers of robes, his face projected an expression less of anger, more of amusement. Looking back upon the moment, you would have been able to understand why.

It had been a while since you had been to a club, especially one as lively as the one you found yourself in. You couldn't help yourself. One drink led to another... and another... and soon enough you found yourself unsteady on your feet.

Worst of all, you would have been lying if you had said you weren't enjoying yourself.

Especially how smug Obi-Wan appeared.

"Must I remind you, my dear, that we have a job to do." His voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow managed to penetrate the pulsating music from the speakers. Intoxicated as you were, you missed the sly term of endearment.

"Hey!" you protested. "I am on task." Saying so, you narrowed your eyes and gazed about the room. Everything seemed a blur; despite the haze, you could still make out the general's look. He did not look impressed.

"You, (Y/N), are barely on your feet." Two strong hands came toward you, one placed on your shoulder, the other steadying your left hip. "I should just take you home."

Immediately you began to shake your head. His touch was amplified by a thousand. In that moment, you realised he had never touched your before. Yes you had been friends for a while, but never like this.

Perhaps it was because he knew you wouldn't remember much of tonight in the morning. At least he hoped so...

"Let's get you covered up."

"General Kenobi, I am perfectly modest." That came with a giggle when the man addressed raised an eyebrow. He was right. Part of your cover was to blend in with the other club-goers, which (though you regret agreeing to it) included such a gab as the other frequenters. Consequently, you stood before him, a short, strapless, silver dress wrapped around your torso, a pair of matching heels, and your hair done up in such an updo it would make Padme proud. Across your eyes were silver streaks, accentuating the colour residing in your gaze.

Regardless of your protests, the protector in Obi-Wan dominated his feelings and he removed his cloak.

"Here," he muttered, offering it to you.

Like a child, you pouted and shook your head. In your drunken stupor, you decided it would be wise to test his patience.

"(Y/N) this has been a very long night. Now, it would be helpful if you would just do as I asked."

You were having none of it, and as you slipped out of his grasp, you attempted to run away from him. Though impaired as you were, you soon found the room spinning. Making it only a few feet away from him, Obi-Wan was quick to catch you before you gave yourself a concussion.

"Must you test me?" he murmured.

You writhed in his arms as he wrestled you back to your feet.

"Maker, would you just hold still?" As your playfulness twisted into fatigue, you gave into his will and allowed him to drape the cloak over your shoulders.

"Silly Obi-Wan," you sighed, though the warmth that radiated from the material was extremely comfortable.

"Oh yes, silly Obi-Wan," he breathed out in agreement. "I'm still taking you home."

"Hey but I was having fun!" you protested, delivering a light slap to his shoulder.

"I think you've had quite enough fun for one night." He escorted you out of the door of the club and into the back alley. Just as he did so, a man raced past, feet travelling at the speed of light. As soon as he had been seen, he was gone. Gritting his teeth, Obi-Wan knew it was the criminal you both had been sent to retrieve. If he had wanted to, he knew he would have been able to catch him; however at that moment, he was the foundation of your balance. Removing such would have caused you to topple over. Deciding your safe return was more important, Obi-Wan let out a small sigh and raised your unsteady form up off the ground bridal style.

"Hey! I can walk! I am not a child!"

"You're certainly acting like one."

Obi-Wan began to walk back in the direction of your home. Whilst doing so, you put your hand out and began to run your fingers across his rough beard.

"Stop that."

"Well if you're gonna call me a child I might as well be one."

"You're going to be the death of me, (Y/N)."

"Oh shut up, you love me really."

"Maker."

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this is the first fic i've posted here so please be gentle :))

hope you enjoyed.

requests are open.

#reblog #writing #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #star wars #obi wan kenobi x reader

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If you think I wouldn't spend 60 dollars on Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Joker, and Doctor Sleep, you are dead wrong

Because that's exactly what I did

Also...

101 FOLLOWERS??? GUYS! THAT'S AMAZING! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I GOTTA DO A CELEBRATION OF SOME KIND FOR THIS, AND I THINK I'LL START BY ANNOUNCING THAT I WILL ACCEPT REQUESTS FOR HEADCANONS. THIS AMOUNT OF LOVE IS SO WONDERFUL, YOU GUYS ARE SO KIND! AGAIN, THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I'M SORRY FOR MY EXCITED RANT

#random #writing #100 followers celebration #requests #headcanons #doctor sleep #ouatih #once upon a time in hollywood #cliff booth #brad pitt #dan torrance #ewan mcgregor #joker #joaquin phoenix #arthur fleck

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Why are you so sweet??? 😢💜🖤

This is so me as of late! And here is my what I love seeinng as I scroll!

So villians...certain guys with accents😆 I do love my softer sweeter guys (Christopher Robin is a stand in for all of them since I just love that smile!) I also love my cute animals! Additionally, there are some amazing fiction writers that keep me going! @darling-i-read-it @daphne-fandom-writing @redspaceace @clementinetwd789

#reblog #writing #sobbing

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can i request a danny torrance fic pls, it’s like super angsty but ends fluffy??? danny and the reader could like have a fight maybe, THANKSSSSS

Absolutely! I am very excited to write my first fic for him. I was actually thinking earlier that when I get my requests done, maybe I'll be creative enough to come up with a story involving him. Thank you so much for the request! I will get this written as soon as I can 😘

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😭😭😭💜🖤💜🖤

fic blogs!! please i would appreciate it!!- needing new fics to read anon

Of course!!

@gutterdreams - their Billy stuff literally inspired most of my Billy writing @theartofimagining13 - HEIRS IS MY EVERYTHING! My crush on Jeremy irons is from her and I love everything she’s written @kaz2y5-imagines - I got a tumblr to read their fics. Literally used to just go on safari and read their Sam fics I adore them so so much @daphne-fandom-writing - obviously my darling Obi-Wan, Roman writer bestie that I adore @redspaceace - a wonderful writer that I need to read more but amazing bruh @thewalkingdead-imagines - their Negan stuff keeps ME GOING no cap I adore their stuff it’s so realistic

I’ve probably forgotten some but these stood out!

#reblog #writing #literally crying

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Love - (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Request: Hello there (😏) darling!How are u ? I hope good!Anyways I saw u write for obi wan and I was wondering if u could obi wan coming home to the reader after a really long mission and they just kiss a lot and cuddle so u know super fluffy plz ??Love u precious ❤️🥰💙

Author's Note: Thank you for the request, my dear friend, @starwarsprequelfangirl 💜💜 I hope you enjoy. I made the reader a senator because (mostly I was lazy, lmao) of the GIF. I wanted it to kinda connect with the story. This also follows the storyline of Revenge of the Sith after they rescue the Chancellor. Dialogue from the movie has been incorporated.

Word Count: 823

Warnings: So much fluff

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Forever: (already tagged the lovely lady above)

It is late afternoon when Obi-Wan arrives back on Coruscant. Palpatine, Anakin, and his droid R2-D2 exit the shuttle onto a landing platform at the Senate Office Building. Obi-Wan stays, leaning against the doorframe of the transport.

“Are you coming, Master?” Anakin asks Obi-Wan.

“Oh no. I’m not brave enough for politics. I have to report to the council. Besides, someone needs to be the poster boy,” Obi-Wan jokes with a small, close-lipped smile.

“Hold on,” Anakin protests. “This whole operation was your idea.”

“Let us not forget, Anakin, that you rescued me from the buzz droids. And you killed Count Dooku, and you rescued the chancellor carrying me unconscious on your back.” Obi-Wan reminds him.

“All because of your training.”

“Anakin, let’s be fair. Today you were the hero and you deserve your glorious day with the politicians.”

“All right. But you owe me one, and not for saving your skin for the tenth time.” Anakin warns.

“Ninth time. That business on Cato Neimoidia doesn’t-doesn’t count. I’ll see you at the briefing.” Anakin grins at his Master before turning to join the chancellor and senators gathered around him. Obi-Wan watches him leave and sense someone’s attention on him. He searches for who the culprit is and finds your gaze. You stand just outside the group of your fellow senators staring directly at Obi-Wan. You give him a tiny wave. He returns the gesture with a loving smile, one that promises his return to you later that evening. He retreats from the doorway of the shuttle and it flies off in the direction of the Jedi Temple.

Your excitement at Obi-Wan’s return is difficult to contain. You feel as though you’ll burst from happiness. Padme startles you as she grabs your arm.

“I see Anakin and Obi-Wan have come back from their mission,” she states giddily. You nod.

“Yes, I am delighted they are safe and out of harm’s way,” you say, trying to maintain a professional and respectful demeanor. She lightly smacks your arm.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N! What’s the point in hiding your care for him if I already know and you know about me and Anakin?” You shrug at your friend. “I’m going to greet Anakin. I’ll see you at the meeting!”

Padme runs off, her dress gripped tight in her hands, disappearing from sight. You sigh and join the rest of the senators, trailing at the back of the group behind Palpatine. The one thing on your mind is the reunion you get to have with your lover.

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Night had fallen, the moon shining through the windows, illuminating the apartment. You lounge on the couch, sprawled out. Your head rests on one end, a pillow under it. Your legs are stretched out to the other side of the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the opposite. The lights are dimmed so you can enjoy the natural light. Then a knock interrupts the serene environment. You turn your attention to the door.

“Door’s open!” you announce loud enough for the person on the side to hear. The door slides open and an exhausted Obi-Wan steps through. When it shuts behind him, he locks it before making eye contact with you. You set your drink down on the table next to the sofa and offer him an elated smile. He returns it before collapsing onto you. You groan in surprise at his action. His head rests on your torso, burying his head there. His legs dangle off the furniture.

“Obi,” you call. “Are you all right?” He nods against you.

“Just tired and missing you, Y/N,” he speaks. It is muffled.

“Do you want some dinner?” you ask.

“No, I just want to lay here and enjoy this time with you.” You smile at his admission.

“I’ll read to you then, how about that?”

“That sounds lovely, dear.” You clear your throat and start reading aloud from where you left off. The other hand not holding the book slides down to card through his hair. He hums at your touch. Obi-Wan decides to press kisses to your body through your nightgown. You try to refrain from giggling.

After a while, you feel his lips stop moving and hear quiet snores drift through the silence. You put the book down, marking the page you’ve ended on and gaze at his sleeping form. Obi-Wan had been gone for five months on this past mission and you could tell that each day away from you was draining. It was for you, too, being apart from him so long. At least now you got to enjoy the time until his next assignment.

“My perfect Jedi General,” you whisper. “What would I do without you?” Not wanting to wake him, you reach for the lamp on the table and switch it off, making yourself comfortable in his embrace. Then you drift to sleep, dreams filled with you and Obi-Wan.

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Requests are open. Check out who I write for and feel free to ask for anyone not on the list.

Posted: March 6, 2020

#star wars #star wars prequels #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #obi wan imagine #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #ewan mcgregor imagine #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi imagine #obi-wan kenobi x reader

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