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ddejavvu · 7 months

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I need anakin to bend me in half, my legs over his shoulders with his hands intertwined above my head to hold me in place and rabbit fuck me until he fills me up with his seed and holds me upside so not a drop spills then do it all over again the next morning. and then pulls up my panties, pats my clothed pussy and tells me to go on with my day with all his cum snug inside me🧎‍♀️

keep the anakin thoughts coming please <3 just like he'd keep me comi- [gunshots]

this post is 18+, minors dni.

the part about- the- the part about... patting it. like a little reward. please i'm convulsing i need him so carnally

he spends a fair amount of time in the morning loving on you, because he's been touch/love deprived all his life and he's enamored with the concept of just being with you. But he's like a leech, and more often than not, when he gets his hands on you, he's gonna latch on and suck and take take take take take from you, so having your knees over his shoulders just becomes a regular morning routine for the two of you.

it's really very casual, too. that's not to say it lacks passion, because anakin is passion in human form, and it would be impossible for him to do anything without an underlying current of it running through his veins like scorching oil, fueling his every move. but it's routine, it's usual, it's expected.

all he has to do is tilt his head up, chin pointed towards the bedpost, and you know to wrap your hands around it and hold on for dear life. he doesn't even need to say it anymore, but sometimes a sleep-thickened, groggy 'bedpost' will fill the anticipatory silence that your blearily buzzing bodies exude.

he is a pussy !! eater !! if you're not already slick and wet and begging for his cock from whatever varying degree of foreplay he'd managed in his freshly awake state, he parts your thighs with an easy wedge of his hands and buries his face in your cunt to say good morning. he probably talks to it too, squishing his nose up against the underside of the hood of your clit and offering a murmured 'morning' to your pussy. he likes when it elicits a response, a shudder of your spine, a fluttering clench around the slack ring of his lips, and he's more than happy to tongue-fuck you open in preparation for his cock. he's rutting it against the bed, ignoring the squished discomfort in search of stimulation that you can give him so much better.

he eats you out the same way he kisses you; a confident, probing tongue and a lot of spit. so much, in fact, that you can't tell what of the foamy residue he sucks up and spits back out onto your cunt is your own juices, or his. but it's wet, disgustingly so, and it's enough lubrication to aid in his master plan.

once you're sufficiently wet and ready, he doesn't hold back. he's been grinding against the stiff mattress for too long to take it slow, once the crown of his cock breaches your eager hole he's blacking out and going all in. his hips start at a jackrabbit's pace instantly and don't slow until he's pulling out of you, a relentless rhythm that you're always woefully unprepared for in the early morning.

you always cry out things like 'ah! anakin!' or 'easy- gentle! please, ani' you sob with tears brimming in your sleepy eyes as you grip at his cheeks, trying to tame whatever wild beast has him in its clutches while your cunt sucks him in, 'easy, baby, please.'

you're lucky you can use your hands, too. because he used to restrain them with the force, something that anakin knows obi-wan would be satisfyingly disapproving of if he ever found out. but once you'd learned to keep them around the headboard, you'd been permitted to hold them there yourself, and you can get away with touching his face or clawing at his back. as long as you don't use them to shift your weight somewhere, or touch your clit, or anything that he can handle. your legs burn as he's thrown them over his shoulders but don't move them, he wants them there.

anakin's a voracious kisser, licking your mouth out and providing it with an abundance of saliva and the residue of your own wetness. it's another hole he can fuck, his tongue prodding at the suction of your throat like his dick does to your cunt. he likes making you gag on it, sticking his tongue so far down your throat that you choke. all the while his drool is leaking into your mouth, pooling and swirling obscenely with your own, and making his cock twitch inside of your sloppy cunt.

he's very vocal during sex, but sometimes the morning sleepiness still has its clutches on him, and he's not very verbal. typically, though, he's grunting and groaning at every thrust, his mouth squelching as his tongue slides wetly against your own and his pornographic growls flowing straight down your throat and to your core.

He always holds himself back from cumming until after you have, maybe because he revels in how sensitive you get while he's still pumping his cock into you like you haven't just finished and spasmed around him. he usually spills warm, thick loads of cum into you not long after you work through your own orgasm, the feeling of your climax pushing him to his own.

but he doesn't slump down onto you, he doesn't roll over, he doesn't go fetch a washcloth, no. he slides his strong hands under your hips, one flesh and one durasteel, and lifts your hips off of the mattress, folding your stomach in half and keeping your cunt elevated.

His seed spills obscenely from its clutches but he prods at it with sloppy, haphazard fingers and licks them clean once it's no longer spilling outside of you. he wants it to sink into you, he wants it to take and be trapped in your cunt for the entire day. he knows gravity isn't on his side in that wish, but he dips down to nudge and kiss it between your puffy lips, tasting it on his tongue as he pushes it further into your sex.

when he's satisfied with its placement, he takes your underwear, sliding it over your ankles and hiking it up to your waist. it takes a little maneuvering to secure it under your ass, but once it's there he pats over your now-clothed, still filthy pussy, offering up an appreciative, 'good job, angel'. you can't tell if he's talking to you or your pussy but your brain is simultaneously exhausted and on fire at the same time, so you let him get up and shower for the morning while you recover beneath the bedsheets. when he leaves for his duties he drops a kiss to your lips, much more chaste and quick than it had been before, and tells you to have a good day, pretty girl.'

and that's it.

like he hadn't just fucked you raw and rough into the mattress. like your hands don't have imprints of the bedpost on them.

'have a good day, pretty girl.'

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antianakin · 3 months

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No Order 66 AU where Anakin leaves the Order after the war ends and he and Padme end up retiring to Naboo to try to raise the twins together, but neither of them ends up feeling particularly satisfied with life on Naboo (for Anakin it just doesn't give him any purpose the way he desperately needs and for Padme it's always been this perfect rosy dream and reality doesn't measure up), so they end up leaving the twins behind a lot so they can pursue other things and are pretty absentee parents in general. They mostly end up getting raised by Padme's parents instead, and while they're perfectly good guardians for the twins and raise them kindly and love them a lot, there's always an obvious elephant in the room regarding who ISN'T there.

This causes a bit of a rift between Luke and Leia because while Luke is trying to keep the peace and give their parents the benefit of the doubt as he moves on and figures out his own life with what he DOES have, Leia is less willing to just forgive and forget.

Luke ends up becoming a pilot working for the royal palace for a while, but Leia goes into politics (something she'd entered while younger because it's what her mother did and she'd been hoping it would get Padme's attention and bring the two of them closer; it didn't work out that way at all and now Leia's sticking with it at least partly to spite Padme) as an aide for her cousin Pooja who is now Senator of Naboo.

And it's here, once she finally makes it to Coruscant and starts working in the Senate, that Leia meets Bail Organa, still working as Senator of Alderaan. The two of them click IMMEDIATELY and Bail ends up becoming Leia's mentor in politics, as well as the person who actually introduces her to the Jedi themselves. Anakin and Padme had never really bothered to do so, both because they were so rarely around, but also because they had chosen not to give Luke and Leia to the Temple and decided at that point that it would be easier to keep the twins and the Jedi separate. Bail of course has no such compunctions and even if he knew about Anakin and Padme's feelings on the matter, I imagine he'd find ways to allow Leia to accidentally bump into some of the Jedi while she was on Coruscant. If he just so happens to double book himself for lunch with both Leia and Obi-Wan, it's hardly anything malicious and they may as well all eat together!

Leia finally feels like she has a parent who gives a damn about her, someone who acts like a parent to her, the parent she's always wanted. Her grandparents had always been incredibly kind and they obviously had to do a lot of parenting, but they'd always been very strict about making sure the twins saw them as GRANDPARENTS and not their actual parents, which just make the absence of their parents that much more obvious and painful. But with Bail, she's finally got someone who doesn't care that Anakin and Padme aren't there and doesn't feel the need to create a wall between them for Anakin and Padme's sake. Bail takes her under his wing, teaches her everything she knows, allows her to explore things she'd never been allowed to explore before, connects her to even more people who can help her understand herself better than she's ever been able to before. THIS is what a parent was supposed to do for her and she knows it, THIS is what selfless love looks like from a parent and she THRIVES under it for the first time in her life.

She eventually decides not to stay on as Pooja's aide because she has no real desire to become a senator for Naboo at any point, but she IS good at politics and desperately does want to help people any way she can, so she starts up some sort of organization of her own to help people around the galaxy (and connects it to the Jedi because deep down she KNOWS she was supposed to be one of them even though that path is now closed to her). But she doesn't go back to Naboo, she doesn't make her home on her mother's home planet.

She goes to Alderaan instead. And this time, she gets to stay there for the rest of her life.

#star wars #leia organa #bail organa #bail can't adopt her officially but damn if he isn't going to do it UNOFFICIALLY #bail isn't force sensitive but he sees this girl enter the senate dome and immediately feels a connection #and he's familiar enough with the jedi now to know that he shouldn't ignore those feelings #what is it that leia's organization actually does? i have no idea #i imagine she has some level of inherited wealth through padme and the naberries she can access #as well as connections to the royal family of alderaan and everyone else she befriended at the senate #so she has the resources and connections to do basically whatever she wants to do #she gets aid where it needs to go #leia will be an organa in EVERY scenario explicitly because she will always CHOOSE to be an organa over a skywalker or a naberrie #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #padme critical #padme amidala critical #anidala critical #leia naberrie organa au

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beskarinhyperspace · 11 months

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Bad Day

"Everything you want."

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*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Anakin x fem.reader

Pure smut, he’s obsessed with you, possessive, dark anakin, sweet name calling, claiming, praising, teasing, ora! fem receiving, pinv, breeding k!nk, reader insert, no y/n, female reader, reader doesn't have a name

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N; I didn't expect the story to get this much attention. Tysm for all the love, you guys rock my fucking world.

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It was a bad day for Anakin, everyone was telling him what to do, what not to do. He just had another boring and useless meeting with obi-wan and the council. He was tired of it all. He knew the potential he had and didn’t want to waste it on some pretentious know it all who didn’t trust him and never seeing him more than an apprentice.

He needed to let it all out, he needed you.

Meanwhile you were in the basement of the castle, staying on the low low. Since you are on Anakin’s side people are staring at you weirdly. You also noticed the way he changed, you’re not blind but there’s no way in hell you’re leaving his side.

As you’re reading a book in your room, you get called out by another servant.

“The empress would like you to see her.” saying to you with a smile, peeking through the door frame.

You put your book back on your nightstand and get up from the bed. You sigh as you flatten the fabric of your dress, now all wrinkled from laying down. A long garment with long sleeve. The fabric was simple, made of a light natural color to blend in.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen Anakin. You never really know how long his missions could take. Even if you knew how good of a fighter he was, you were always scared of something bad happening to him. Getting up the narrow staircase you open the door, moving to the kitchen. You can’t do your duties on an empty stomach right? Grabbing two cupcakes sitting on the counter, you remove the bottom wrapping, putting it in the trash before going out of the kitchen. You start to eat it immediately as you move to another set of staircases while trying to keep it all in your mouth. Turning the corner, you were too focused on opening the second one that you didn’t notice you were being followed.

“I didn’t know that cupcakes were suited for breakfast..” hearing a voice soft yet playful.

As you turn around you see him, his skin still dirty from his adventures. “Ani!”

He smiles, leaning closer to you. You can feel the salt on his cold lips as his warm tongue comes to play with yours. He breathing hard, as if it was his first time tasting you.

“When can you meet me?” voice rushed and raspy.

“In four hours.” closing your eyes to his hand caressing your hip.

He gives you one more kiss before you feel a hot and heavy sensation caressing your clit. “Too long..”

Taking your hand, he brings you through a nearby door locking the handle behind him. The room was a simple study with an arm chair, a little desk and lamp. Behind of it was this huge floor to ceiling window, with books all around over the rest of the walls. The place was small but perfect.

“You’ve been hunting my dreams since I left” speaking to you low and dangerous.

You bite your lower lip as he approaches you, hovering of you. You notice his tired eyes and multiple scratches over his face. His skin was tanner than the last time you saw him.

“I’m sorry is there a way I can make up for it?” as you're batting your sultry eyes to him.

He doesn't waste a second, removing his cape and weapon belt. You look at him with anticipation as he pushes you into the arm chair, pulling your dress up as he brings your butt to the edge. He leans down, pushing your panties to the side and takes your clit into his mouth. Humming as he finally gets to taste you fully. You don’t know how to respond to the surprising action. Having your legs open in a matter of seconds and putting your pussy on full display for him. You start to breathe harder as he’s passing his tongue in between your folds, savoring you sweet in his mouth. You can feel him grinning as he hears your desperate moans for him. Going back to suck on your pulsing clit, you feel a finger entering you and pushing upward to that amazing spot of yours, whining to him as the feeling becomes too much.

“I want it inside.” you ask finally opening your eyes halfway.

He looks at you from below, giving you his mischievous smirk. “Everything you want.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, removing his grip from your legs. Getting his pants down, he lets out his beautiful thick cock already hard and ready for you.

You smile back to him knowing that there’s nothing in this galaxy better than what you have with him. Stars, he was your whole world. He would kill for you and you would do the same for him.

He comes down to kiss you softly as he squeezes your breast over the fabric of your dress.

You can hear him, barely a whisper, “You’re so beautiful love.” you feel him pump himself a few times before entering you full length, going in slow for you to adjust to him. “I will become the most powerful jedi.” feeling it all inside you he stops. “I will make you mine and show you to the world.” feeling his breathing on your lips from the closeness.

“But jedis can’t be with other people Ana..”

He starts moving, going out slow but slams it back in harder, “I don’t care, I will do what I want.”

You can’t control your moans as he begins thrusting inside you. Letting out some panting as he tries to munch your tits through the fabric. Squeezing and massaging them. Has he become mad?

You feel him angrily pounding you along with the smacking noises mixed with the sounds of your slick pussy filling up the small room. Moving quicker and faster he positions himself at an angle to be able to reach the roof of your entrance as he’s pressing on your lower stomach. Grunting and growling low, he tries to talk in between breaths.

“C-come fuor me” trying to keep the rhythm without coming just yet.

You let out desperate whimpers as you’re coming close, coating his cock further more with your juices.

“That’s it, c-come baby.” on the edge of his peek.

You let out a full deep open mouth moan as you come on him and so does he, when he sees you finally becoming undone underneath him, filling you up with his cum inside you.

He comes back to give several full mouthed kisses.

“Our kids will be the best jedis in the galaxy, just like their father.” stating as you pet his hair.

He smiles to you, resting his head a moment on your chest, trying to catch his breath and enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his head.

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lilredghost · 8 months

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Obi-Wan doesn't always eat.

This is what Anakin notices first.

He will make a plate for Anakin, breakfast or lunch or dinner, and then move on to doing other chores. Sometimes, this is checking Anakin's bag to make sure he has everything he needs for class. Sometimes, it's returning a call from another Jedi. Sometimes, it's washing up, or sweeping, or any number of menial tasks that could be done later.

When Anakin asks why they aren't eating together, he will receive a laugh and a light excuse.

Oh, Padawan, I'll eat later. Let's get you to your lessons first.

I'm not hungry. I had a big lunch, you see.

Perhaps if you'd woken up earlier, we would have. I just finished a few minutes ago.

His mother used to do the same thing on Tatooine, once they'd been sold to Watto. She'd pass what little food they had onto him, going hungry for days at a time.

It had taken him four years to catch on to what she was doing.

Here, in the Temple-- where the food is plentiful and no one has reason to starve-- it takes him six.

It takes him another one and a half before he figures out that he can cajole Obi-Wan in return. Getting angry-- demanding that they eat together-- hadn't worked.

But affecting a pout, looking up at his Master with pleading eyes--

Well.

It makes Obi-Wan cave nine times out of ten.

By the time Anakin is seventeen, his Master has filled out enough that Anakin can no longer see painful, unhealthy musculature of his bare stomach.

His Master smiles more. He doesn't get sick as easily.

By all rights, Anakin should be happy. Only, now that Obi-Wan is eating and drinking in front of him, he's noticed another habit-- or lack of a habit, as it were.

#I feel like I should warn for an eating disorder #though that's not actually what's happening it's just what anakin thinks is happening #vent ficlet #may or may not continue this later #obikin at heart like all my fics are

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direwolfrules · 1 year

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Some things I noticed while rewatching "The Academy" episode of The Clone Wars

Soniee's at the docks to greet the Jedi, but Almec doesn't introduce her which. Is weird. Almec why do you suck so bad?

Seriously, she's left standing there when the others are called up. Just hanging in the back, forever alone.

Lagos just looks so done on the docks. Just so done.

Lagos also leans forward a little when Korkie asks to see Ahsoka's lightsaber. She wants to see the laser sword too, she just doesn't have Korkie's impulsiveness.

When Korkie gets pulled back by Almec Satine is utterly unfazed and Amis and Lagos exchange a look, like "By the manda he did it again".

The way the cadets turn with the guards implies they've done drills and stuff. So like, does that mean the discipline part of Mandalorian martial culture was kept? Or something, I don't know.

Hey look, weapons are only banned for off-worlders, and that's a recent thing after Obi-Wan swung by a few months ago. Did ya hear that Satine haters who claim blatantly false things?

In the establishing shot of the Academy you can see one student running towards the building. Poor bastard is late for class.

The students' chairs look so uncomfortable.

There are different colored lines on the students' uniforms' kar'ta beskar. Korkie's got red segmented lines, Lagos has plain red lines, Soniee has white lines, and Amis has no lines. What do they mean? Are they meant to signify something specific? Who knows, headcanon away.

The girls' uniforms have brown/bronze cuff patterns and the boys' have gold cuff patterns.

The Cadet Squad also has different shoulder marks on their uniforms. Korkie and Lagos have plain gold, Soniee has plain silver/gray, and Amis has a silver mark with a gold and red bar on it. What does this mean? I need headcanons people!

The marks are also present on the side flap things of the boys' uniforms.

Apparently, there are a bunch of twins and triplets in the cadets' class (reusing assets? it's more likely than you think)

Almec's hair has a pattern of beskar hearts, because of course it does.

Lagos' hair is actually really short with an accessory that mimics pigtails.

The wall screens in the cadet's dorm have Mando'a script.

Soniee's the first to snark at Amis. It's great, 10/10 sibling energy.

Soniee almost always has a computer on hand in addition to her little tech visor thing. I love that.

When Soniee tells the Cadet Squad that the Academy's out of rations again she's staring at her laptop. Did she hack the Academy's inventory records so she could determine if a late-night snack run was possible?

Amis' response about no late-night snack runs makes it seem like that's a thing they've done before, which is adorable.

Korkie: These doors are heavily secured by top-of-the-line government security programs, we'll never get in.

Soniee: *flips down her visor* I eat top-of-the-line government security programs for breakfast.

Korkie literally pronounces Ahsoka with the most over-emphasized "ah" sound.

Almec's response to Satine spitting facts is to put a shock collar on her. Because he's a pathetic little worm-man.

Korkie's like an inch away from being tortured with a shock collar and you can see when the camera cuts to Satine that she almost gives in. You see her grit her teeth and her eyes fill with despair. She loves that boy dammit.

The cadets throw themselves on Almec's goons to take them down, which is just so funny looking.

Everyone else seems to have knocked out their assigned evil henchman except Soniee, who was apparently too light, so Amis just jumps on the guy with her.

The cadets are so synchronized, I just can't. I love them and this fight scene is hilarious. I'm pretty sure at one point Amis headbutts a metal shield and doesn't even flinch.

Almec gets hit with a fraction of the shock collar time he gave Satine and immediately folds. Cause he's pathetic.

Soniee still has her visor after all the headbutting and flopping. I love her. Korkie, move aside, you're getting out blorbo-ed.

Seriously the end of episode fight scene cuts between Ahsoka engaging in acts of Jedi badassery and the cadets looking like Yakkety Sax is playing in the background.

#mandalorian cadet squad #korkie kryze #soniee #lagos #amis #mandalore #The Academy #the clone wars #satine kryze #prime minister almec #duchess satine #ahsoka tano #sw tcw #tcw #tcw 3x6 #star wars the clone wars #star wars

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notthestarwar · 9 months

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@starrrgazingbunny

Lol that's it!!! Obi Wan is always like 'it's a terribly difficult job being married to a man benevolent enough to keep offering up our sofa to whichever of his few million brothers is having a bad week' meanwhile Cody is like 'they wouldn't be on the sofa if you hadn't already given up every bed in the house to whichever poor soul you've stumbled across recently' and they act annoyed but they love each other for it.

Meanwhile Anakin is just a permanent fixture in their apartment by now. He watches all their arguments while eating cereal out the box like 'yeah this definitely isn't about me'.

And that is the exact feel!!! That spiderman meme but its fox and Boba on either side of a backstreet cloning lab (they aren't successfully doing cloning btw the fic goes in to the fact that none of them have the skill of the kamineese. There's just a lot of bodysnatching and attempting cloning going on. There's a comic book vibe to it 😂 lots of incompetent unethical scientists about)

Now it's funny you mention where Quinlan gets his money, as that part is addressed and I have written it! so wonder no more. Here's another snippet, later in the fic, with Cody once again concerned about fox's income (or lack of it) below. Here, Cody has found Fox's pi office (which he's been keeping secret from everyone because, he doesnt like being open with people lol) and tho fox doesn't tell him about Quin, he does think about it and that explains the source of the money

And yeah, if I ever finish it it'll be uploaded to ao3 and I usually post links here so (if I remember- sorry I do have a terrible memory lol) I can totally tag you. I've got multiple fics on the go atm tho and I'm trying to figure out a few rewrites of my older stuff so this one's definitely not on the menu atm. I may well do some more snippets of the bits I've written tho (there's a bit that explains the cloning crime wave and how Fox got involved that I may well put up on here) so if you're interested in the disjointed bits, I'm happy to tag you in those?

"Are you happy?"

Fox shot him a look. What kind of karking question was that?

He didn't say the words aloud but his brother seemed to read them in his face all the same. Cody was good like that.

"That, is the only question I'll ever want answered when it comes to you, Fox."

Fox stays stubbornly silent. Cody didn't seem to notice the poor welcome, settling in all the same.

His brother folds himself in to a chair, graceful as ever. Cody had always had this way of moving, there was a certain flow to his movements. Like molten metal, rolling but weighted all the same. Time in his Jedi's company had only made it worse.

Jedi moved like that because of the Force, its powers helping them stay one step ahead, always. More often than not, Jedi moved like life was a dance, their smooth movements rolling together like a predetermined routine.

His brothers movements belied that same determination, something that only grew more obvious with each day he spent in Kenobi's company. Kenobi moved with a grace fed by his precognition, but Cody moved in this way in spite of the Force's absence. Fox's brother had never needed mystical powers to be sure in his movements, he held within him a well rounded confidence born only of his own competence.

Cody met his eyes in the kind of piercing way that would make him revolt, had it come from someone else. Sitting opposite him, his brother looked directly in to his soul and waited, patiently.

It made Fox want to not say anything, just to prove that he could. He didn't though. He never could leave Cody waiting too long, he just didn't want to.

"I don't do this to be happy. I don't think it's something that ever could bring me that."

He scoffed. "Finding happiness in employment is some natborn shit, it doesn't exist."

He ran his tongue along his teeth. "This is my job because without it, I wouldn't stand a chance of finding that anywhere else in my life. These people need someone like me, to find them. I don't want to rest knowing that someone else is looking, I want to be the one that finds them. "

Cody tilts his head. Fox has potentially, said too much.

The problem with Cody has always been that he sees so much more than you want him to. Fox generally avoids these kind of conversations as admitting anything to his brother, usually results in you leaving that conversation, feeling somewhat skinned. Cody can somehow leave you feeling raw and open to the elements without so much as a word.

He's clearly seen whatever he was looking for as finally, he rights his head, only narrowing his eyes and asserting "That's OK then."

Fox bites back a snappy remark about being glad he's got permission. There would be no damn point. Besides, he hardly wants to give his brother any more to silently pick apart.

After a moments more careful watching, Cody smirks. The moment has broken. They are just brothers again.

"The only part I am a bit uncertain about is your insistence that this is a job. You aren't in employment Fox, whatever you say, you'd need an employer for that to be true and how can it be a job, when you don't accept any money?"

Fox shoots him an irritated look, glad they are finally past the point of talking. Conversation with Cody often feels like exposing delicate, wet organs. You find yourself edging around the kind of feelings and motivations that only live in the darkest depths of a person, those crammed in to the base of a heart, tucked deep within one's liver.

"As a matter of fact I do accept money. I have fees. That's the whole point of being a private investigator. It's a service which ones customers pay for."

Cody grins. Looking behind his shoulder, towards the door. "Sure, says it on the door. 25 an hour, what does that convert to these days? A stiff rate I'm sure. How often do you actually charge it though?"

Fox frowns. "I've done my time being ordered round by natborns. I won't accept money they offer in exchange for chaining me once again. I won't take money so that they can order me to deliver to them someone else for chaining."

Cody gives him another scrutinising look. "You're a good man. I don't think anyone says enough but it's true." You should hear it more. "Declining a paycheck in favour of what is right is an honorable thing."

He lets his words hang there a moment before continuing, "There's no shame in feeding yourself though. Can't help anyone if you can't eat."

Why did it always come back to this.

"That's not a problem. I'm fine." Fox tells him. " Go back to your Jeti. You've done your bit, you are allowed to go back and enjoy your life once again".

Cody hums. "Isn't it though? Because a little bird told me you aren't taking on much of anything paid at the moment." He narrows his eyes. "You send them away. Sometimes you send them away and do the job anyway." He raises an eyebrow. "Surely you can take their money and just tell them the person didn't want to be found?"

"I could. I won't." Fox replies stiffly. "These people think they own you once they pay your bills. I don't do this for them, I do this for the people who need to be found, who need their lives back in their own hands. "

Cody sighs. "I know, but those people can't pay. If you are saving them anyway. Why can't you just take the money under the agreement that its not for delivering their missing person back to them, but in payment of ensuring their safety? Payment for what you're doing anyway."

"I could." Fox agrees. "I do sometimes. But I won't do it if they are only paying me with the idea that I'll help them trap that person once again. The idea of it is an anathema. It doesn't do the missing person justice. It's not fair."

Cody shook his head. "You know what I think? I think you are fucking yourself over in service of an ideology that nobody cares about but you. Have any of these people told you they are annoyed you took daddy's money?"

Fox says nothing.

"Of course they haven't!" Cody continues. "Because they aren't! They're just happy that you found them, no matter who brought the case to your attention. No matter who dropped their money on a service you're clearly happy to provide for free."

He looks frustrated. "Look, you know what, it doesn't matter. All I care about is you having enough to live on. While I've got more than I need, I guess it doesn't matter if you want to work for free, as long as you'll ask me for what you need."

Cody sighed. "At least give me that Fox. When you need money, let me know".

Fox scowls at the wall. He could feel Cody's eyes boring in to him. "OK fine whatever".

He could say it to keep his brother happy. Of course he wouldn't actually ever need to ask because Fox's outgoings were sorted, thanks to Quinlan, not that he'd be telling his brother that.

It went like this; Quin like all Jedi, was given a monthly stipend. Quin unlike the rest of the jedi, did not need that stipend to live off, as he preferred to live off whoevers sofa was nearest to him.

Quin liked to come back to Fox, more often than not. He had been doing so for years.

Quin was not the type to need a home or belongings. He preferred to rob travel money from whatever unsuspecting crime boss had crossed his eyeline than to use Jedi funding.

It didn't matter that he wouldn't use the jedi money, they'd send it to him all the same.

The Jedi liked to provide for their own. Quin liked to know that Fox was eating and so, quite against Fox's will, for the past 13 months, Quin had transferred his monthly stipend, out of his account and in to Fox's. Fox didn't need the money and it wasn't a thing. Him and Quin were not anything.

Quin taking it upon himself to hand his money over to Fox didn't mean anything. It was just a Quinlan'ism, one of many. A thing the man did, quite in spite of any kind of logic.

It wasn't like Fox had been hard up before the arrangement started. He may not take much money for investigating, but he did tend to come in to range of large amounts of money, in the ownership of very undeserving people, during his work.

He used most of it to set up the people he found, in new lives. He used a little to keep him alive.

He hadn't needed to, these past 13 months. Fox's bills went paid, if he worked or not and they would continue to. It left a strange taste in his mouth. A indescribable feeling in his stomach. Fox didn't like to think of it.

#notthereply #snippet #star wars au

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sunniebabe99 · 2 years

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Dreams Turned to Nightmares- 3

Warnings: ABUSE, choking, degrading, Obi-wan is not nice right now-. manipulation and gaslighting.

Summary- Y/n takes time to reflect on recent events...

Y/n had been sitting in the bed for the longest time. Their food had gone cold on the silver tray. They seemed lost in thought as everything came crashing down on them as they realized their situation.

They were kidnapped.

There is a possibility the Order doesn't know Y/n's location.

Master Qui Gon was dead.

Master Qui-Gon was dead…the image of him being stabbed by Obi-Wan's blood-red blade was still fresh in their mind. They seemed to sink deeper into the bed and held their head as they tried to push that scene away…

They had not worked with the Jedi Master often. But he was a wise and good man…he always offered them wisdom in times of trouble.

Tears trickled down their cheeks as they then thought of Anakin who was fortunately only knocked unconscious but now lacked a Master to train him and his father figure.

The young man was always so full of life and always chatting with them whenever he could, it was something he hadn't grown out of since he was a young boy. Y/n had been annoyed by it at first but soon grew fond of the young man's company.

They wondered if he was ok…and if they were looking for them.

They sighed and rubbed their face before looking up at the large bedroom.

They steadied themselves before getting up and hobbled to the large bathroom that sat across from the bed. It had two sinks and a large mirror, a very large shower that seemed to also double as an in-ground bathtub. It was very luxurious…

They honestly just wanted to use the bathroom. Having been in bed for who knows how long.

They struggled a bit to relieve themselves before washing their hands and going back to the bedroom. They stopped and looked out the window. It seemed to be a balcony.

So out of curiosity they moved to the large window and opened it. They stepped out onto the balcony, feeling a warm breeze hit their form. They moved and leaned on the balcony ledge and looked down.

Two stories.

There were also guards stationed below them at another door. They looked around the perimeter and saw nothing but a green Forest. But there was a dirt trail that led out to the distance. Possibly to a larger populated area.

They could plan all they wanted but they were currently useless with their leg being broken. It would be suicide to try and leave now.

Y/n shivered and then finally noticed how thin this nightgown was. They moved back inside and closed the window doors.

It was as boring as ever. Looking around with nothing to do. No way to escape…yet.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Y/n looked up from their sitting position on the armchair. One leg draped across one of the arms and their back leaning on the other as they swung their uninjured leg.

Obi-Wan came in and had a plate of food in one hand.

He smiled slightly at the sight of them. Never in all the years that he had known them had they ever sat in a chair correctly.

"Don't understand why you bother knocking. You're the one who kidnapped me" they muttered as they fiddled with their sleeves.

"Oh then if you'd rather me barge in I'd be happy to oblige," he said, dripping with sarcasm.

His small smile on his lips faded when he saw the untouched food on the tray from earlier. He let out a disappointed sigh and moved into the bedroom. Kicking the door closed behind him.

"You didn't eat" he stated the obvious. Y/n looked over to him and then the full tray of food.

"No, I didn't." They replied.

It was quiet as he set the new tray of food down on the coffee table near Y/n. his annoyance dripping off him.

They could feel his annoyance but his outside demeanor was so calm that it frightened her.

“You will starve if you don't eat…” He said to Y/n as he looked at the Female Jedi who seemed to shrink slightly at his piercing gaze.

“I am pretty sure I know how the human body works but thank you for” they were cut off by an invisible force cutting off their oxygen. Their eyes widened as they struggled for air. Moving a hand to their throat shakily.

“As much as I love your quick-witted remarks. Shut up.” He growled out. Y/n squirmed in the chair, choking and wheezing for air as their vision blurred to the sides, they squirmed so much that they fell out of the chair and onto the floor on their side as they choked.

“You seem to not get it…you don't get a choice” Obi-wan hissed as he let his hand fall. Y/n gasped for air and let the oxygen flood back into their lungs. Sputtering and taking deep breaths.

“You will eat, you will drink. Or I swear I will force feed you and put a tube down your throat as much as it would pain me to do so” He said. A stray hair went out of place as he yelled at Y/n.

Y/n held their throat in slight pain as they crawl back, hitting the bedroom wall behind them. Y/n looked up to Obi-wan who took a few steps over to them. His figure was bigger as it towered over them. His yellow eyes glowed as a dark aura surrounded him. It was almost suffocating against Y/n’s light aura.

He could sense their fear. They were terrified, wounded, and unarmed in a place they did not know. He almost felt a bit of pity set inside himself as he started to calm down.

“Don't make me say it again, I am a man of my word and you should know that by now,” he said to them. He then gestured to the food that waited for them on the coffee table and waited. Taking a step back to give them room.

They wordlessly crawled to the table after breaking eye contact with him before looking at the food and picking up the fork near the plate. They were slow and took a small bite, it was delicious and made their mouth water. They wanted to eat faster but were busy trying to fight the sob that was fighting its way out of them. Fat tears trailed down their cheeks as they ate more. Obi-wan watched them take each bite and moved to the empty armchair.

He hated seeing them cry.

“You brought this on yourself…if you had listened to me then you wouldn't have been punished. I only want you to be healthy my Dove…” He said as he leaned forward and put a hand on their head, stroking their hair in a comforting way.

They couldn't bring themselves to say anything as they swallowed their meal.

After they were done, Obi-Wan took the trays out of the room and left them to their own devices as they sat on the floor. Looking blankly at the coffee table before a loud sob wrecked their body.

They needed to get out of here, or they needed the Order to hurry up and find them already.

The night came quickly as they calmed down after crying their hearts out. They had a bit more exploring to do and found a closet. It was a walk-in that had plenty of clothes but one single aesthetic that seemed to fit all of the Sith. it ranged from feminine, masculine, and even gender-neutral clothing. Obi-wan knew they held no preference for gender so he simply gave them variety.

They gently touched the soft fabrics and looked at all of the shoes and accessories. It seems he intends for them to stay here for a very long time.

They picked out what seemed to be a long night shirt and changed before crawling back into bed. Hoping that they would not meet a certain sith in their dreams as they drifted off.

What was strange was that they did not see him that night for the Sith had stayed up the whole night in his study, reading a book that was open to a chapter on a specific Force Legend…Force Dyads.

Part 4

#obi wan x y/n #sith obi wan #Sith Obi-wan x Y/n #obi wan fanfic #Yandere Obi-wan #fandom writing #star wars #star wars au #Sith!Obi-wan #Dreams Turned to Nightmares

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starkiller419 · 11 months

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Lost // Anakin Skywalker X reader

Chapter 1 - reckless.

Pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader

Summary: In a galaxy far far away you become 21-year-old Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker's padawan, a dream come true. Right? As it turns out, Anakin is the most narcissistic, arrogant, and egotistical person you've ever met. He never wanted a padawan, and he makes that very clear to you at every given moment. You had hoped since the two of you had joined the order later than most younglings you'd be able to bond, that and the fact that you're only two years apart from each other. As time goes on, your feelings of hatred waver into something unknown, and little do you know that Anakin is feeling the same way. Will time bring you closer together, or drag you farther apart? Will you end up losing yourself, or him?

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I wake up to my alarm clock blaring throughout my small room. The harsh chirping reminds me that today is my first day as a padawan. I am finally moving up in the ranks of the Jedi. This is what every moment of every day of the last 17 years of my life has led to. Not only is it my first day as a padawan, but my master is also none other than the chosen one himself, Anakin Skywalker. I've heard stories from my fellow padawans of his bravery on missions, and how even his most reckless and irresponsible actions have outstanding outcomes. I must admit, these stories alongside the fact that he is the chosen one make me slightly nervous to become his padawan. I was brought into the order when I was 8, so I was already behind the rest of the younglings my age and had to work twice as hard to catch up with them. Some of my peers would poke fun at me, whether verbally or physically, so I have always felt the need to learn more and do more to prove them wrong. I suppose I have the same mindset when it comes to being a padawan. If I'm going to be the chosen one's padawan, I better prove I deserve it.

It's very early in the morning, the sun is just barely rising, and I'm headed to the dining hall near my dorm to fuel up before the long day ahead. As I walk through the vast and open hallway of the Jedi Temple I feel a disturbance in the force, and it feels close to me. I quickly scan my head around my surroundings and freeze when I see someone behind me leaning on the wall on my left. They are wearing what looks to be Jedi robes with the hood up and covering their head, but I cannot recognize this Jedi. I can tell they're strong with the force because of how haywire everything feels at this moment. The mysterious hooded figure remains leaning against the wall as they lift their head to make eye contact with me. All I can seem to make out is a shade of ice blue contrasting the dark Jedi attire before they break eye contact and turn and walk away. Despite our distance, I can still feel their signature in the force. I stand there for a moment, confused and kind of concerned, as my stomach growls reminding me where I was headed. I push the thought from my mind, along with the image of their piercing blue eyes, and continue towards my destination.

After eating a small breakfast I head to the council room where I will be meeting my new master. My nerves are running high, my palms are sweaty so I wipe them on my robes as I stand outside the council room door, anxiously delaying the inevitable. So many thoughts are running through my head, what if he doesn't like me? What if I won't be a good padawan? What if this is all a mistake? I try to push these thoughts away but they stay persistent in my mind. The door to the council room opens and I see Master Yoda along with two others I've never seen before. One has their back turned to me and the other who is facing me has a scruffy blonde beard and pretty blue eyes. "Ah you must be (y/n)!" the blonde bearded man says as he approaches me, "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi." He introduces himself as he reaches his hand out for me to shake it. As soon as I hear his name I immediately recognize him, Obi-Wan is one of the best Jedi masters, known for his kindness and patience. I truly respect him. "Hello Master Kenobi, it's an honour." I say while shaking his hand. "The honour is all mine dear." He responds with a beaming smile. "Big day, today is." Master Yoda speaks as he stands from his chair across the room. As Master Yoda stands the figure who once stood beside Obi-Wan turns around and I'm met with the piercing blue eyes from earlier in the hallway. My breath catches in my throat as I take in his appearance. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen, he's angelic and his presence is overwhelming. I can feel my cheeks go flush as I quickly break our eye contact and realize Master Yoda has been speaking this whole time. He looks at me awaiting an answer to whatever he just said, "I'm sorry Master I didn't catch what you said." I apologize to him. This causes the blue eyed man to let out a dry chuckle. "Okay, it is. Padawan (y/l/n), meet Anakin Skywalker." Master Yoda says as he gestures to the blue eyed man. I look back at him and notice he has been staring at me this whole time. "Hello Master Skywalker, it's an honour to be your padawan. I've heard great stories about you and am excited to learn all you have to offer." I say smiling as I offer him my hand. He looks down at my hand and back up at me before turning to Master Yoda, "Do I have to do this?" He mumbles quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. This causes a surge of pain to spread through my body. Does he not want a padawan? Or does he just not want me to be his padawan? I ignore his hurtful comment and retract my hand back to my side. "Have a padawan, you must. Part of your journey, it is." Master Yoda says to him. Anakin presses his lips into a tight line showing his irritation, "Fine." he says to Master Yoda before turning to face me, "Meet me in the training room in two hours." He says before brushing past me and leaving the room. "I'm sorry about him. He can be difficult but he has great skill, I have no doubt he will warm up to having a padawan in time." Obi-Wan tries to comfort me before following after Anakin. "Master Yoda, did Master Skywalker not want a padawan?" I ask trying to cover my hurt feelings. "Reckless and irresponsible, young Skywalker is. A padawan is a distraction, he thinks. Prove him wrong, I know you will." He says to me, bringing a surge of hope through my veins. "Thank you Master. I will not let you down." I say as I bow to him. "Know you won't, I do." He says smiling as I walk out of the council room.

I returned to my dorm feeling more anxious than I did when I left. My mind is swirling with negative thoughts, I begin to feel utterly consumed by them as I collapse onto my bed and begin sobbing into my knees. Why was he so rude? I get that he wouldn't want a padawan, it's no secret he's as arrogant as he is skillful, but still I'd imagine he could be more kind. I've spent my whole time here feeling out of place, I thought being the chosen ones padawan would make me feel more like I belonged, but now I fear it won't change a thing. I lay down on my bed letting the sorrow take over and closing my eyes. That's the last thing I remember before falling asleep.

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shootingstarpilot · 1 year

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Hello from TheRedScreech! I'm writing a post-Melidaan/Tarre Vizsla travels into the future fic (Chapter 1 is here), and I'm wondering what your thoughts might be on a PTSD 14-yr-old Obi-Wan? He has returned to the Temple on Coruscant, and I'm thinking being surrounded by "Elders" is a biggie, nodding to your chapter about Obi-Wan and Dexxter and "There were no Besalisks on Melidaan". Quin and Friends will help him out a lot here and Obi-Wan can only be taken care of by non-Human healers like Vokara, but I'm also wondering what else might be prevalent at this point in his recovery?

Thank you! And I hope you're keeping well with all your life's big changes.

Hello Red!

This is 100% going to be explored a LOT more in the next fic in StS, so I'll probably end up coming back to this, but here are my initial thoughts (standard disclaimer that I am not a psychologist and have done exactly zero research):

Swinging between clinging and hostility. A fear that Qui-Gon/ [trusted adult] will abandon him again, and so he's- consciously or not- trying to get ahead of the game, trying to make them abandon him, because if he gets rid of them first then they can't leave him when he's not expecting it.

I've definitely already touched on this, but the way I see it, he'd have an extreme aversion to medical treatment in any sort of formal setting. He's just spent x amount of time (in my 'verse it's a year, but I genuinely have no idea how long it is in JA canon) in a very high-stress situation without the supplies to deal with injuries. Any injuries, he either tries to patch up himself, or just forgoes dealing with them altogether- after all, he can still stand, he can still move, he can still fight, so he's fine, he's fine, he doesn't need help. He's still operating under wartime scarcity rules.

Staying under things. Avoiding open spaces. In the same way that children who live in places where bombings via drone are common prefer cloudy skies because that means the drones can't fly, I think that Obi-Wan would have a similar reaction because of the constant threat of bombardments. Ducking under things when he's frightened. Sleeping under the bed or in the bathtub. Somewhere more enclosed, you know?

Again, something that I've already touched on: a reluctance to eat food that either isn't sealed or that he hasn't helped prepare himself. It could have been tampered with, it could be spoiled, and he can't tell--

Something else relating to his relationship with his surroundings: always needing something at his back. Not being able to sleep without someone keeping watch.

Also, I do like the thought that he keeps forgetting his lightsaber. He's just waged a whole war without it. I like the idea that he... kind of forgets that it's a weapon he can count on again, you know?

Wildly protective of his friends his age and younger kids, lashing out at adults around them-- even though the adults are people his friends trusts. Like lashing out at Master Tholme if he gets too close to Quinlan.

Oh, nearly forgot about this one-- keeping his hair short. Long hair can be grabbed. In my mind, all of the Young keep their hair cut short, even twenty years later. Long hair is a tactical disadvantage. In StS, Obi-Wan grew out his hair once he was knighted, trying to move past everything, trying to prove he's better- and then the war started up again, and old habits reasserted themselves. (Then, of course, Dooku happened...)

These are a few situation-specific ideas that I had, but there are, of course, plenty of ways you can explore other manifestations of symptoms of PTSD- insomnia/ nightmares, intrusive thoughts, apathy, depression, psychosomatic pain, an inability to enjoy situations you'd enjoyed pre-trauma...

I will be back with more ideas, but I hope these provide some fodder for you to start! Feel free to message me if you want to chat more about this, I do love putting Obi-Wan through the wringer >:) and best of luck with your fic!!

#shoulder the sky #he's just so much fun to whump #i can't help myself

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agirlunderarock · 11 months

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Let us start with a little as game with you OC Sas and Kenobi 😍

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you for the ask!!! 🥰

2. Obi-Wan is the early riser. He doesn't consider himself a morning person, like he has to have his coffee or tea before he does anything in the morning, its just that his body physically will not let him sleep in. The only time he starts sleeping in, or at least laying in bed longer is when Sas is asleep with him. She's a big cuddler in her sleep and she always looks so peaceful that he doesn't want to wake her up. Sas is the one who can and will sleep in until noon if given the chance, and she will happily keep him in bed with her.

7. They really don't get to say 'I love you' as much as they'd like to. Their comms are either always linked to other peoples' or it has data that needs to be uploaded and recorded so its too risky to say anything there. They're always busy and on the move with plenty of people with them. They end up having to find other ways to say it. It often comes in the form of "Did you eat anything?" or subtle hands on shoulders, or hand holding, or "Be careful" or "Don't do anything reckless" when on missions. When they do get those quiet moments alone they take every opportunity to show affection and say "I love you"

11. They actually do have nicknames for each other, ones that they use VERY OPENLY. These nicknames started off as sarcastic and used when they were annoyed with each other to more endearing and a way to openly say "I love you" to each other. Obi-Wan calls Sas, Hero or My Hero because she has a tendency to rush into things and over extending herself to help others. She's got her hands in so many different things, trying to be whatever anyone needs at any given moment. She ends up reaching a point of burn out, and Obi-Wan is there to take care of her of course but he knows she's part of the reason he doesn't fall into total hopelessness during his time on Tatooine. Without trying, she really has been his hero. She calls him Pretty Boy 🤣 When they first met, he was just a pretty upper level Coruscanti boy who didn't know what he was getting into. It just stuck, and she genuinely does think he's pretty. She tends use it when she's feeling playful and a little flirty. When alone it might be coupled with a little smooch on his cheek.

#obi wan kenobi #Sas Vom #Sasi-Wan #yup they get their own tag now #thank you again for the ask!

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khentkawes · 2 years

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That scene in part iii of Obi-Wan Kenobi, where Obi-Wan and Vader meet for the first time--where Obi-Wan asks "what have you become?" and Vader says, "I am what you made me"-- was so perfect, and on the one hand, you can see that Anakin is literally scarred from the duel on Mustafar, and yes... Obi-Wan did that. His response makes sense. Anakin absolutely holds Obi-Wan responsible for his injuries and this horrific life he must be living right now. But (and this is my major takeaway)...

Dammit, Anakin! Just once in your life can you take responsibility for just one of your own actions! Just one!

You made choices. Lots of choices! And most of them were bad choices! You had other choices available. You could have stayed at the temple like Master Windu told you to, or you could have helped Windu kill Palpatine instead of maiming Windu. You could have told Yoda or Obi-Wan that your visions/dreams were of Padme's death specifically. You could have fessed up to your marriage and left the order if necessary (instead of always trying to have your cake and eat it too). You could have said, "no, I won't murder Jedi children." You could have backed down, fled, walked away, instead of fighting Obi-Wan on Mustafar. You could have walked away or just let Obi-Wan leave the planet instead of attempting that flip-over-his-head-and-slash-him-in-half move you tried on Obi-Wan when he had the higher ground. He told you not to try it. What did you expect him to do? Stand there and let you kill him the same way he killed Maul in episode one? (or "mortally wounded Maul, I suppose). Because that is what you were trying to do. What did you think would happen?! You could have done something else in that moment... anything else!

Did Obi-Wan maim you and leave you to die? Yeah. Was that the right choice? Sure as hell doesn't look like it was right now. But one bad choice from Obi-Wan doesn't mean that all of your choices--your choices, Anakin--didn't matter. Your choices turned you into this. It's time to take some responsibility for at least one of those dumbass choices. You wanted it all... and that turned you into this monster. Time to face the consequences of your shitty choices. You were a traumatized child, yes. But you made these choices that turned you into a monster, a walking nightmare.

You did this, Anakin. You choose to become this, when at any given point, you could have turned away.

Obi-Wan is right to ask, "What have you become?" What indeed?

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Appointment

"Hello, Anakin, do you know why your here?" Asked the therapist. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, and she had bright red glasses.

"Because Mr. Jinn said I have to come and talk to you." Anakin answered sitting across from her. He was looking at the toy he was holding.

She laughed. "Yes that is one reason. But do you know why he wants you to talk to me?"

"Because Wato killed my mommy."

"That's right. Who is Wato?"

"My step-father."

"I see. Do you know why he hurt her?"

"Because she didn't follow the rules."

"What rules?"

"The rules he made."

"Can you tell my what the rules are?"

Anakin shook his head and held the toy tighter. The woman wrote something down on her clip board.

"Alright that's fine. Can you tell me about your mom?" The child's face lit up.

"Yeah! My mommy is the best! She makes funny voices when she tells my stories, and she gives the best hugs!" The child went on for the rest of their hour time slot.

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"Hello again, Anakin."

"Hi."

He had the toy with him again.

"Where'd you get that toy?"

"Mommy gave it to me."

"Oh? When?"

"I don't know. A really long time ago."

"I see. Do you like it?"

"Yeah otters are cool. Did you know they hold hands when they sleep, so that they don't float away from eachother?"

"I didn't know that! That's very cool. How have you been since we last talked?"

"Obi-Wan took me to a park. It was fun."

"That does sound like fun. What did you do?"

"He went down the slide with me, and pushed me on the swing."

"That sounds very fun. Do you like Obi-Wan?"

"Yeah he's nice."

"What about Mr. Jinn?"

"He's not like Wato."

"And that's good?"

"Yeah."

"What about school?"

"Math's fun, but I don't like reading."

"Why not?"

"The words keep moving, and the other kids laugh at me when I read something wrong."

"Move? What do you mean?"

"I don't know. They just move. Sometimes the line starts with the word the then changes to how. Sometime but changes to put. Readings hard."

"I see. Do you mind if I tell Mr. Jinn about that, so he can talk to your teacher and the school? Maybe they can find a way to help."

"Okay. You can tell him."

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"Hello, Anakin."

"Hello."

"How are you?"

"I'm okay. Mr. Jinn talked to the school, and now I get pulled out of reading class for twenty minutes a day. They said I have dyslexia."

"I see. How does that make you feel?"

"I don't know. I wish I was like other kids. Maybe Wato was right, and I am a burden."

"You aren't a burden Anakin, but did Wato call you that a lot?"

"Yeah, and a waste of space. He said mom never should have had me, but mom always said I was the best thing to ever happen to her."

"Did Wato ever say other things to you?"

Anakin watched her for a moment before looking away. "Your asking about the rules again aren't you?"

"If your ready to tell me about them."

"Not really, but Obi says people can't help if they don't know what you need help with. Obi doesn't like the rules."

"Have you told him the rules?"

"Kinda. Like the time my stomach was rumbling, and Obi make me a sandwich but I said I had to finish my chores before I can't eat. He say that was outrages and asked if Mr. Jinn told me that, because if he did Obi would talk to him. Then he made me eat while he did my chores. Like I didn't need to earn food or something."

"Did Wato keep food from you?"

"Yeah but mom always snuck some to my room anyway."

"Did she brake the rules to take care of you a lot?"

"All the time."

"She must have loved you a lot."

"I know she did. I miss her," Anakin looked at the clock. "Our hours up. Can I go?"

"Yes. I'll see you next time."

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dettiot · 2 years

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Someone has space roofied Obi-Wan in an attempt to get him off guard enough to kill him. Satine has to make sure he doesn't do anything super dumb while high.

"Obi-Wan!"

It took a long moment for him to reply. Much too long, given that he was holding his lightsaber and gazing down into the business end of it.

"Yes?" he asked, not looking away.

"What . . . what are you doing?"

"Thinking," he said, his voice slow and soft and languid. If the situation wasn't so utterly ridiculous and terrifying, she would shiver. Because his voice right now . . . it made something corkscrew along her spine and turned her into something much too similar to a purring tooka for her comfort.

Of course she was worried about him. He had been exposed to some kind of chemical compound, several drugs mixed with spice in an attempt on his life. Unfortunately for whomever the assassin was, the compound was not life-threatening--it simply made Obi-Wan extremely incapacitated. He hadn't required any medical treatment other than being watched while the drugs worked their way through his system.

And there was no one Satine, other than herself, that she would trust with Obi-Wan when he was in this condition.

Satine moved closer. "About what?" she asked, knowing that there was no way she could defeat jetii reflexes if Obi-Wan's thumb twitched on the activation button. But if she was closer, maybe . . .

"You know, I've told Anakin a hundred times that his lightsaber is his life," Obi-Wan said.

She couldn't help a quiet scoff. "I thought you were a peacekeeper, not a soldier."

"Perhaps you're right," he said, slowly lifting his head to lock his eyes on hers. "Perhaps I'm nothing more than a soldier. And that's why I've never been able to tell you how I feel."

Her heart dropped and it was all she could do not to take him in her arms. To tell him that she knew (did she, though? a small, sad voice asked herself silently) and he should just be quiet and get some sleep and things would be better in the morning.

Before she could figure out what to do, Obi-Wan changed the subject. "I believe you should hold this, Satine," he said, holding his lightsaber out to her.

There was a flicker of unhappiness at having to touch the weapon, but Satine knew that he was in no condition to have access to his lightsaber. So she took it and gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile. "I'll keep it safe, Obi."

"I know you will," he said, his whole face lighting up.

She didn't know what caused him to smile at her like that, but oh, she was so glad to see it. Holding the lightsaber behind her back, she gave in to an urge and reached out, gently smoothing back a troublesome lock of his hair.

He let out a soft sound that was half-sigh, half-moan, and leaned into her hand. Satine swallowed, feeling a flutter low in her belly. "Do you need anything? Some water, something to eat?" she asked, trying to keep this friendly and polite.

Somehow, he managed to shake his head without dislodging her hand. "Stay with me," he said, looking up at her.

"I'm not going anywhere, Obi-Wan," she promised. She set his lightsaber down on the small bedside table, then sat at his side on the bed, putting herself between him and the weapon.

His head dropped onto her shoulder. "I thought being high was fun. Quinlan always seems to act like it is. I just feel . . . tired."

Satine's heart went out to him. If there was anyone deserving of a night of silly fun, of simple enjoyment, it was Obi-Wan. But from the moment they met, she had realized that this man had a better-developed sense of duty than even her.

"Perhaps you should sleep," she suggested. "If you're tired."

"No," he said stubbornly. "I never get to spend time with you. Just . . . with you."

He lifted his head and held her captive with his blue-gray eyes. "I miss you. So much."

The whole point of Obi-Wan being watched was to prevent him from doing something dangerous. Something like this.

And he was high. There was only a thin rim of color in his eyes, his pupils blown wide. He felt warmer than normal and had already shucked off his jetii robes and his overtunic, leaving him in a sleeveless undershirt that proved he was all muscle.

And she loved him too much to take any advantage of him.

Gently, she stroked his hair again. "I miss you, too. Of course, I don't miss being dropped onto a nest of venom mites . . ."

As she hoped, the mere mention of the incident on Draboon made Obi-Wan sit up straight, his eyes narrowing. "You know perfectly well that I tripped! It was an accident!"

"Mmm-hmmm," Satine said, doing her best to hold back her grin. "That's what you've always claimed, yes. I just know that I had gotten the best of you, yet again, and it didn't take the Force to know you were upset."

"You are the most infuriating woman!" he said, raising his eyes to the ceiling.

"That I am," Satine agreed, letting her grin blossom on her face. "Just like you are the most infuriating man."

He looked at her, still annoyed, but then he smiled. "I am."

"Then, now and always, Obi," she said, feeling a giggle burst loose.

It was so nonsensical, to be laughing right now, but she was. And when Obi-Wan joined in with her, it made the moment feel perfect.

Until Obi-Wan's hand cupped the back of her head and drew her close to him.

Her breath came quicker and Satine wondered if she should allow this--if she should let him kiss her--if this was wrong--

But a split-second before their lips made contact, Obi-Wan suddenly slumped against her.

"Obi?!?" she asked, the panic washing over her even as she logically understood that he had simply passed out from the drugs.

He was breathing easily, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed. He didn't react to her touch, stroking his hair and forehead.

Gazing at him, Satine felt another laugh bubble up. This one was sad and a bit disgruntled, but at least she had managed to hold on to her sense of humor through all this.

"Sweet dreams," she whispered in Mando'a, before she stood up and arranged him more comfortably on the bed.

Taking up her position on a nearby sofa, Satine watched Obi-Wan, his chest rising and falling, his breathing soft and even.

In the morning, he would wake up with no memory of what he had done--giving her his lightsaber, nearly kissing her. She'd let him get back to his war and hope that one day, the war would be over and he could have peace.

If he couldn't have her love, she wanted him to have peace.

End.

#obitine #star wars #can't help making these two sad #my fic

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thefloorisbalaclava · 3 years

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Idea for Mechanic!Frankies first outside date. In our town there's a vintage car dealer and every spring you can enter a contest and win a ride in a vintage car, afternoon Picknick included.

So what if reader enters on a whim because she heard that Frankie enters every year and is bitter cause he loses all the time - and she wins?! but doesn't dare drive the old expensive car? Frankie to the rescue

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Just some friendly competition...and some more kissing. Also some singing in the car.

A/N: This is such a cute idea, Sonja! I love this for our favorite mechanic!

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“...and they have this contest where you can win a ride in a classic car. I enter every year and I never win,” Frankie tells you, voice slightly muffled since he’s under your car.

“Well, I’d love to go with you,” you say and he rolls out from beneath your car.

“Really?” The smile on his face grows as you nod.

“Yeah.” You help him to his feet and laugh. “You got a little grease...right...here.” You wipe the tip of his nose but that only seems to add more. You look at your hands and scoff. They must have gotten dirty when you helped him up.

“Every time,” Frankie says. “Sorry.” He takes out his rag and tries his best to wipe your hands clean.

“It must be our thing,” you tease.

“Our thing?”

“Yeah, you know how a couple in movies or TV always have a certain thing that happens between them?” You jump slightly when he looks up quickly.

“Couple?” he asks.

“Y-Yes...couple. This can be our...thing,” you say with a smile.

“You’re gonna be completely covered in grease if I keep this up.” He moves in for a kiss and you gladly meet him halfway.

“I don’t mind.” You two stay close to each other, both in a dreamlike state. “Thanks for coming by to check on my car.”

“No problem but I really didn’t see anything wrong,” he admits.

“I know.” You giggle when he realizes that you just wanted to see him outside of work again.

“So, I’ll pick you up on Saturday around noon. That okay?” he asks as you walk him back to his truck.

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” You close the truck door after he climbs in then he leans out the window to kiss you.

“See you then.” He tips his cap and starts the car, waving once more before driving off.

-Saturday-

The car show is bustling just as you expected--the weather is warm and the sun is out so everyone is looking to get out. You and Frankie walk side by side not exactly holding hands but every now and then your hands brush up against the other’s and you look and smile.

“Hey Frankie!” someone calls and Frankie excuses himself to go talk to his friend. You walk over to where you can sign up to win the ride in a vintage car and end up entering your name. You won’t win but it doesn’t hurt to try. You walk over to the car that is up for a drive this year and look at it in amazement.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Frankie asks, walking up behind you. “1969 Camaro ZL1.” He shakes his head, “Doesn’t get any better.”

“Are you gonna enter this year?” you ask, locking your arm with his.

“Nah, I’ll just stick to dreaming about driving down some long road in the desert, listening to the engine purr.” He chuckles and takes his arm from yours only to put it around your shoulder. You look at him and just admire him. He is wearing his aviators today and, you have to say, he looks goddamn good in them.

“And now for the winner of our drive and picnic contest...” A drumroll plays over the speaker and when the man says your name you freeze. Frankie looks at you, eyes wide.

“You entered? You won?!” he asks in disbelief.

“I guess so.” You’re still in shock as people around you cheer and you walk up to get the keys.

“You’re one lucky lady,” the man says and you look out at the crowd only to find Frankie. You meet his eye and smile.

“Thank you but...uh...this is for Frankie,” you say and you can see his eyebrows fly up from behind his dark shades. He pushes them up off his eyes and looks at you.

“Well, Frankie, you’re one lucky guy with an amazing girlfriend.” The man tells him to get up there and Frankie walks up in a daze. As everyone cheers, he pulls you close.

Standing by the car, Frankie still seems to be in shock.

“I believe these are yours,” you say, grabbing his hand and dropping the keys into them. “Come on.” You walk over to the passenger side and get in. He climbs in slowly and just touches the steering wheel.

“Is this real?” he asks, turning to you.

“It’s real. Start it!” you say excitedly.

He puts the key and starts the ignition. It roars to life and Frankie puts a hand over his heart. “Do you hear that?” Before he pulls onto the road, he plays around with the radio, stopping when he hears Uptown Girl playing. He turns to you with a grin and you smile back.

“Good song.” You dance in the seat a little before singing along quietly. Frankie looks over at you every chance he gets before joining in.

“And when she’s walking she’s looking so fi-i-ine. And when she’s talking she’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine,” he sings loudly and you stare at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

“You surprise me every day, Mr. Morales,” you say.

“I hope in a good way.”

“Definitely.”

He drives in silence before turning into the park and finding a nice shady spot. “We get a picnic too, remember?” He gets out and opens the trunk to find a basket already packed up for you.

“What if I was alone?” you ask.

“More food for you,” he jokes and you laugh. You walk over to a nice spot under a beautiful tree and hold the basket as he places the blanket. “Ma’am.” He gestures to the blanket and you sit.

“Why, thank you, sir.”

He sits beside you and leans against the tree. You inch closer to him until you are able to lean against him comfortably. “This is nice,” he says, taking his aviators off so you can look into his brown eyes.

“It is. Are you hungry?” you ask, reaching for the basket.

“Wait...I have something I wanna ask you.” He grabs your hand.

“Okay.”

“Earlier you, uh, said something about couples...and when the guy called me your boyfriend, you didn’t try to correct him. I was just wondering why.” He looks at you nervously.

“Why would I correct him if he was already right?” you ask him and Frankie laughs once in shock. “I mean...if that’s okay with you. If you think this is going too fast then we can just continue the way we were. No labels.”

“I haven’t done this in a while, you know?”

“I know. That’s why I said we can slow down. I don’t mind but I do want you to know that you’re the only one I’m seeing and it’ll stay that way even if we don’t make it official or anything.” You reach for the basket again and he watches you--the way the sun shines down on you, the way you smile at him, the way you do everything.

You two sit there for a little over an hour talking and eating and just enjoying each other’s company. And just like any other date, neither of you ever want it to end. He helps you pack up the basket before standing.

“Help me with the blanket?” he asks.

“Of course.” You grab the opposite end and walk up to him. When you do, he kisses you and you sigh.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says against your lips and you open your eyes.

“I’d be honored, Frankie.” You kiss him, dropping your end of the blanket to reach up and cup his face.

After a few more kisses, you two finally make it back to the car. Frankie starts it and puts his aviators back on.

“Let’s take the long way, hm?” he suggests and you nod. It may not be the long, empty road in the desert, but this is the start of road trip he can’t wait to take with you by his side.

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listen to this AU: obi-wan sleeps with a random guy in the outer rim, realises the day after that he lacked a force signature (aka he hid it), gets suspicious but doesn't meet the guy until like three years later. they sleep with each othr again, they get the other's name (surprise it's anakin), obi-wan thinks he's a pilot, anakin just thinks obi-wan is a regular jedi, not the famous one from the holonet BECAUSE HE'S THAT STUPID. fast forward, they've met several times, slept with eachother 1/2

BUT also bonded, they kinda like each other now, obi.wan looks forward to meeting the handsome arrogant pilot with suspicious jobs, anakin likes the handsome jedi even though he knows he probably shouldn't BECASUE HE HAS A SECRET, also they've avoided the whole force signature thing. one day they meet again. on dooku's ship. anakin has a lightsaber A RED ONE, and obi-wan's like YOU'RE A SITH?? and anakin is like YOU'RE THAT OBI-WAN KENOBI? 2/?

so it turns out, anakin is a sith apprentice because he and dooku/palpatine made a deal, his apprenticeship for his mother's freedom, so he's been secretly training under dooku but never really fought in the war, only doing weird solo missions so obi-wan has never heard of him but without slept and maybeee just fallen in love with a SITH and anakin is super scared of dooku/palpatine, so he's torn between trying to kill obi and getting punished harshly if he doesn't ?/?

but yeah there's this big drama about palpatine being a sith lord, obi-wan being in love with anakin, anakin wanting to help his unofficial boyfriend but also scred of what his master will do to him or his mother, and hopefully this AU has a happy ending with palpatine dying and shmi surviving but i'm not sure. and yeah i was supposed to be anonymous when writing this but forgot so now you know my guilty pleasure aka obikin and star wars

(it’s alright, I don’t have to post your username if you don’t want other people to know 😘)

my god, this is SO GOOD. I adore the idea of them casually having sex before catching feelings and realising who they are, what a perfect trope.

The post was getting a bit long, so have some more ideas under the cut!

In an always-a-sith!Anakin AU, I like to think that Obi-Wan doesn’t get a padawan for a while (and probably think that because he barely made it as a padawan himself, he’s not the right person to teach future Jedi,) so it gives him plenty of time to take missions that let him gallivant around the galaxy and be his flirting and daring self without restriction for ten glorious years. So a one night stand with the gorgeous pilot (probably a spice runner, but hey, Obi-Wan isn’t here to judge,) with the arrogance of someone who’s never been praised and loved enough in his life? It’s precisely what Obi-Wan does best.

At first, Anakin probably thought that it would be fun to sleep with a Jedi, you know, for the irony, but Obi-Wan is strangely pleasant, charming and witty. Not at all cold, moralistic and straight-laced, like other darksiders described the Jedi Order, and he hides behind his charming demeanours and smooth voice a surprisingly daredevil side, which is... very hot, if you ask Anakin.

And the sex is great, so when they meet once again a few months later, it becomes an unspoken agreement that if they’re on the same planet/close to each other, they could... catch up more regularly. It works well, so well that when Anakin sends him a message to tell him that yes, he’s on Coruscant for one rotation, but don’t expect anything from me Obi-Wan, I’m sick, cold, feverish, miserable and absolutely not in the mood, Obi-Wan shows up with medicine and his favourite pastries, before spending the night checking his temperature and fussing over his eating habits. No one has ever taken care of him like that since his mom.

The same night, the news report another great victory for the Republic thanks to the famous Negotiator, and Anakin snorts, says that it’s a very dumb nickname, and what’s his name again? Ben or something? but each time the reporter says his full name Anakin sneezes and each time there is footage of Obi-Wan on screen Anakin goes to the fresher, and Obi-Wan probably thinks he’s the stupidest person in the galaxy and he loves him so much.

Obi-Wan knows he should question Anakin about why he’s always showing up not too far from shady businesses and galaxy-wide conflicts, but Anakin can be very distracting, and his job is not something Obi-Wan wants to know too much about. After all, not talking about the contraband and the flagrant illegality of it all makes it easier to turn a blind eye to it.

And as you say, the day comes when they finally meet as Jedi and Sith in a real battle, and after a few minutes of “you’re a Sith?” “You’re the famous Jedi who leads half of the Republic’s fleet and you never told me?? I thought you were spending more time teaching at the Temple or gathering old and boring archive files!” “Excuse me, YOU’RE A SITH.” I like to imagine a long fight scene à la Mr and Mrs Smith, with a lot of dirty moves and a lot of “so that time you said you couldn’t see me because you were busy with a large delivery on a sector suspiciously close to Separatist space...?” “yeah, I was picking up one of Grievous’ platoon.” “...I can’t believe I introduced you to my padawan!”

They’re both angry and betrayed, and it ends up with both of them tired, panting, sabers right next to each other’s neck, waiting. After a few seconds, Obi-Wan shakes his head, lowers his blade and says that he won’t do it. He can’t. It pisses Anakin off, but nothing he says (yells furiously at him) can wipe out his sad smile and the tenderness in his eyes, and Anakin breaks.

They end up fucking again. There are... way too many feelings involved here to be as casual as they pretended until now. “We shouldn’t,” Anakin says quietly, after, both of them still entangled in each other, unwilling to let go.“You shouldn’t. I’m a Sith.” “Now you tell me.” It makes him laugh for a second.

Now, what’s the ending of this story? Does Anakin tell Obi-Wan that this is just this one time, and next time he will definitely kill him, whatever happens? Does Obi-Wan sees right through him and knows that he’s on the edge of a breakdown, that there must be a reason for Anakin to do all of this, pleading for him to “talk to me, dearest, why won’t you talk to me? Why won’t you let me help, Anakin?” even when they’re both in the middle of a battle, and it justs breaks Anakin a bit more each time?

Or does Anakin explain everything to him right away, and Obi-Wan convinces him that they will find a solution, they will save his mother and stop Sidious, but for now, he has to pretend to remain a loyal Sith? To play it safe, give them time to figure out how to rescue Shmi and stop Sidious?

I’m 100% invested now, you should definitely consider writing this fic because it’s an amazing AU! (with or without the ideas I threw here, I was just really into it)

#without anakin as his padawan obi-wan would have spent 10 slutty years as a dashing knight travelling the galaxy and you can't change my min #obikin #asks #clem's aus #(not mine but it's for the bl)#anon

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