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anakiinhighwalker · 2 years

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Star Wars Boys and how they are in relationships!

> Obi Wan Kenobi 🪐

Loving is a word that can definitely describe Obi Wan. He’d cater to your every need, he’d take care of you whether you’re sick or unwell, he’d even go as far as to make excuses on leaving missions early to check up on you if you really ask him to.

Obi Wan struggles quite a bit, though. For as loving as he is, he still feels guilt for violating the Jedi Code—something he values quite closely. Despite that, he will always choose you over the Code, no matter what day, month or year.

He’s a gentle lover. He hates being rough with you; it’s unmannerly and rude! He loves to make you feel appreciated in an old fashioned yet effective way. Obi Wan leans more to being a kind boyfriend who loves to wind down and watch the sunset rather than to roughhouse or debate.

That being said, Obi Wan does not shy away from arguments. He’s very outspoken about his ideas, beliefs and his morals. The many times he argues with Anakin and even the Jedi Council should show how he’s not afraid to speak his mind.

Obi Wan’s kisses are otherworldly to put it simply. You have no idea how a Jedi, someone who should be single and detached from the materialistic world, is so good at kissing. His soft kisses are incredible to experience. They make you feel soft tingles in your back and arms; you love everything about his kisses.

You’ll never have to worry about your sweet Kenobi becoming jealous because this man rarely ever gets jealous. Not just because of his well sized ego of him being a famed War General, it’s also because of the tremendous trust and faith he has in you. The love of his life would never leave or doubt him. He just knows it. However, he will get jealous and be protective if he feels you’re being targeted by some creep.

His more rough kisses are still as rewarding. Often his more passionate kisses come from a long struggle in a battle, a fight or a mission that nearly cost him you. They’re like a shooting star crashing into you but instead of exploding and destroying, it engulfs you with its warmth and simple adoration.

You’re special to him. I mean, you were enough to make THE General Kenobi go against the Jedi Code. You’re someone he treasures, someone he adores and feels nothing but love to.

I can’t stress enough how much Obi Wan loves you. You relax him when he needs to relax and rile him up before a long, hard mission. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

Quality time is something you will always get with him. Even if it’s just a simple 5 minute intervention before a takeoff, he’s right there with you sneaking tiny kisses.

Give him hugs he likes your hugs :)

> Anakin Skywalker 💫

Where do I even begin with Anakin? He’s passionate, adoring, loving, protective and incredibly emotional. This man is literally guided by his emotions.

You’re his. And his alone. Whether you’re his crush, his fiancé, his spouse, you mean everything to him. He will actually destroy the world to keep you safe. Anakin adores you so much that it actually hurts him when he can’t hold you and kiss you.

Speaking of his kisses, is this man passionate. He’s always rough even when he doesn’t mean to be rough. Kissing you is always a magical experience for him so he often challenges himself subconsciously to sweep you off your feet. And boy, does he do exactly that!

He lifts and spins you when he hugs/kisses you, he holds you bravely in front of every Jedi who can see, he’s always touching you and that ranges passing shoulder rubs or him basically trapping you between his strong arms and broad chest.

Anakin is infatuated with you. You mean so much to him. He simply adores you. When he loves you, I genuinely mean Anakin loves you. When he first fell for you, he really believed you were Jedi mind tricking him into loving you so vividly and adoringly.

He’s adoring and protective but he can be overprotective a lot of the time. He made a silent promise to never lose a loved one ever again and he intends to keep it no matter how difficult situations get. That mentality is worsened by his belief that he will do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound, even if that meant you hating him for it.

Jealous. It’s extraordinary how Obi Wan is so relaxed with potential rivals but his Padawan isn’t. Anakin literally seethes whenever he feels like you’re being eyeballed by a too friendly man. He doesn’t care about titles either. Did you see how he whooped Clovis’ ass? It’s like Anakin gets primal when he feels jealous/possessive. He disregards who he is as the Chosen One and disregards who he’s facing. Nobody will ever harm or take you away. Ever.

He’s passionate and fiery 24/7 unless he’s tired and about to fall asleep. He doesn’t rant a lot about his ideas because he’s honestly too awkward to go on rants like that by the fly. But, he’ll of course hear you out and by hear I mean Anakin intently listens to you.

Good boyfriend :)

> Din Djarin

Inexperienced and shy. No convincing me otherwise. Dude is a struggle when it comes to removing his fucking helmet so I feel like Din wouldn’t really be super experienced in love. He’s more of a punch your feelings out type of guy, Y’know?

Regardless of his shyness and inexperience, he fucking loves you. He’s super awkward about holding you but when he holds you, my God does he hold you so right. You feel so loved and so cozy and so warm even when he’s wearing his Mandalorian armor!

Din loves everything about you. He really does. He doesn’t know exactly how to show it or how to say it but when you do something—anything, he feels like a teen boy getting his first real crush. You’re so amazing and he doesn’t even know how.

Helmet bumps. It’s odd to many people but to you? It means the world. Din is really introverted so when he openly shows his love to you by gently nodding his helmet to your temple or forehead, you’re over the moon. You kiss his helmet back and that’s when Grogu starts to giggle because Din looks silly with so many kisses on his helmet.

P R O T E C T I V E. He’s almost as bad as Anakin. That’s not an exaggeration, he will protect you with everything he has. Of course, he won’t stop you from battle; he’s a Mandalorian by oath. He has to respect warriors and fighters. But this clashes with his own trauma and how he goes about it. He loves you too much to let you get hurt. So he finds the balance. He will respect your battles until you speak up for his help or you desperately need his help.

Not much of a smooth talker. Not much of a talker at all. He shows his love in little ways like how he gives you the bigger side of breads or how he gives you more space to nap in his little cozy spot under Grogu. And yes, he does sleep in his armor.

He gets really chatty during late times in the Razor Crest, surprisingly. Grogu’s fast asleep and dreaming about as many frogs as one can hope for, you’re sitting next to him and it just kinda brings out the chatty cat in him. You two often talk about current events, the future, things you like, Grogu, anything you can ever think of you two have probably talked about it.

Din respects your privacy as much as you respects his. You mean so much to him. He’s godlike when it comes to giving you space. ALSO HE CHEWS WITH HIS MOUTH CLOSE THANK YOU DIN.

Not really jealous but not really Obi Wan’s level of chill. He distrusts every stranger automatically so he puts himself between you and random strangers at bars. He’s always on the lookout for potential creeps and when he gets a feeling something will start, he immediately shuts it down and takes you away from that situation. Never gonna catch him lacking.

> Han Solo 🍶

He’s annoyingly in love with you. He teases you and embarrasses you with how loving he can be sometimes. Han likes to lean against walls or even corner you and beg for kisses before Chewie starts laughing at his flirting. If he towers over you, you bet he will definitely use that to his advantage.

Passionate kisser, no matter what time or day is it. Han loves to kiss you with as much passion as he because you’re the love of his life; you’re the bread to his jam. You will never ever be kissed by Han in a soft way, he’s always so passionate and honest with his kisses.

PDA God. You think Anakin’s bad wait until you meet Han Solo. He’s the king of holding your waist so close to his you’re practically hip to hip. Han has never kept his hands or himself whenever you two touched down anywhere. Of course, Han respects your boundaries. Never would he put his hands on your privates or somewhere you explicitly said you don’t want him to.

The king of kisses. You could doing anything, you could just be helping Luke or Leia and Han comes up behind you and begins to kiss your cheek and your temple and everywhere in your face. He just loves that feeling of holding you and you complaining about his sloppy kisses is like music to his ears.

Nobody messes with Han Solo’s sweetheart. He is so protective when it comes to protecting you, so much so that he gets violent. Not to you, never you, but to the person who’s messing/flirting with you. Han has a pattern of asking you “Is this schmuck messing with you?” before absolutely destroying the creep either with his hands or his gun.

The definition of a brag. He brags all the time. His ego isn’t that big but he’s not that humble at all. He loves it when you join in and praise him, he loves getting praised. He also really loves to give and receive compliments so make sure to always compliment your dumb scoundrel about how handsome he looks.

He’s so adoring. He will buy you anything. He will actually spend so much money on you that you AND Chewie have to remind him not to.

Bro will wear a shitty sweater u made him :)

> Luke Skywalker 🌙

He’s so soft. Like wayyy softer than Obi Wan. When Luke touches you, he’s so gentle and his fingers barely have any pressure on them. Even his metal arm is so gentle and hardly grazes you.

Like Din, he’s shy. He’s a moisture farmer from Tatooine. His first kiss was with some girl he hardly remembers. He’s very shy so what often happens is Luke will simply just hold your hand or stand really close to you in public. Unlike Solo, he’s very reserved when it comes to affection.

Luke is very soft spoken. He’s such a good storyteller too! He tells you all about his misadventures and how much he’s seen as well as what it’s like to be one of the few remaining Jedi. When you’re with Luke, you’re never bored or anything—he’s always telling you about his life. And, for as much as he tells you he wants you to tell him about your life, too.

Kiss his cheek and Luke will bite back his boyish smile. Kiss his lips and Luke will literally lay on his back, smiling like a goof and staring into nothing. He’s so into you that one day he wants to make you his spouse. He’s already planning out his wedding ideas!

You are the thing that motivates him the most from anybody else. Whether it be your kisses or your dreams, Luke is so inspired and deeply in love with you. He’d do anything to make your dreams a reality.

Protective to a T. He’s very outspoken and will speak up if someone is bothering you, and even if he’s not a hulking 6’6 figure, he will intimidate many people with just how fiercely protective he is over you.

He doesn’t strike me as jealous, he seems to reason everything in his mind. But since no one is perfect, he obviously will have his moments of weakness and will get jealous. Please reassure him with kisses and embraces.

You will always get a hug before and after a battle. You help ground Luke back to reality. :)

> Captain Rex (I love this man)🌛

He’s super professional. He won’t cuddle you at all during missions and just keeps his distance so that you two don’t end up fooling off. However…

Once that ship lands, Rex is staying near you 200% of the time. He will do everything and anything in his power to keep you safe during battles. Even if Rex seems a little cold during missions, just know that in his mind nothing is run in more rapid than his thoughts on you and your well-being.

His kisses are strong. They’re confident and he definitely knows what he’s doing (seriously, where did he learn this stuff?). When he kisses you there is always a wave of reassurance and love that passes over you. And you’re pretty sure that the same wave of love passes over Rex with how much love he had in eyes for you.

You’re funny if you think Rex isn’t protective. He was made a soldier and is under General Skywalker’s command, one of the most possessive and protect man to ever exist for the Jedi. So Rex has certainly picked up his own protective personality. This man is the definition of overthinking and ready to fight for his babygirl.

PDA really isn’t his style; it’s too much for him. He likes to show his love in his own way. Like when he invites you to help him clean his armor or when he teaches you how to do things like fix an entire Republic ship engine by yourself with just duct tape and a screwdriver. He thinks love showed be shown in ‘productive’ ways.

That doesn’t mean Rex doesn’t hug or kiss you. Like I said before, his kisses are strong and safe. His hugs even stronger. You’ll melt into his delicious arms.

Not that jealous of a boyfriend. Rex never gets jealous because he hates dragging negativity from a third party into your relationship. He’s very mature and rationalizes people flirting with you. He won’t get violent immediately but he will if it means protecting you.

Rex calls you soldier affectionately. Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me he wouldn’t call you soldier affectionately.

He brings you cool rocks or cool (safe) plants he finds on planets he visits :)

> Commander Cody 🌜

He’s kinda like Rex except he’s like, slightly more dramatic and the only reason he’s more dramatic is because of Obi Wan ‘Hello There’ Kenobi.

He’s a little more open to affection than most other clones. He’ll kiss your cheek before and after a battle, rub your knuckles if there’s a rough landing and reassure you verbally that everything will be fine.

Cody prioritizes the mission but there are times where he orders his men to carry out the mission to rescue you or go after you and keep you safe. He can’t bare the thought of losing you like he’s lost so many of his brothers.

Not big on PDA, very reserved with his little moments of love. He doesn’t want his men to see him as a big softie, too. Especially not General Kenobi.

Likes to sit down and just sit there in silence next to you, watching clones tinker with the ships and the platoons helping shinies around. You two might even hold hands secretly watching the organization of squads.

Cody isn’t jealous THAT IS unless he is in a petty mood. If you two have a fight and you go jogging up to Rex to tell him the General’s orders before him, he will get slightly petty verbally. Like he’ll make a passing comment about how you seem to like Rex over him.

You two don’t argue a lot. That is unless Cody gets petty. You love that big goof regardless of his petty moments.

HE IS SO SASSY SOMETIMES. You think he’s been hanging around Obi Wan too much.

The type of boyfriend to let you measure his hands next to yours and see how big/small your hands are to his.

He is in love with you bro. He’s infatuated. He didn’t even know he could fall in love until he met you. You swept him off his feet. But don’t actually sweep Cody off of his feet because he will feel embarrassed :)

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nanagoswife · 3 years

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Contrition of War

A request for @generousrunawaydonut

Summary: After going against orders from Obi-Wan to leave him behind, he's mad that you risked yourself.

W/C: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst, mention of blood and death and serious injury

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There was a light trickle of something wet dripping down the side of your face. You weren’t surprised as you had just jumped under a bunch of rocks to save many, but more importantly one particular person. This particular person also would’ve been the only one who had no possibility to escape.

Despite his protests and telling you all to leave before it was too late, you jumped in anyways, doing your best to deflect laser bolts while using your other hand to push the force through you to hold off the falling cliffside.

Although you were able to stop a lot of them, you were still unable to contain them all. A couple had come whizzing by you, a couple striking you as you prevented multiple injuries and one definite death.

You were aware the others were safe, but you had to wait for the right window of time so that you could try to guarantee your own safety. That was, until a blaster just grazed your shoulder. Thankfully, not enough for it to actually touch your flesh.

As time went by, it was getting continually harder to hold it all. The window you were hoping wasn’t showing itself. You started to fear that maybe this wouldn’t go as planned and that it may compromise everyones’ safety.

That is what you thought until you saw two other flashes of blue, now deflecting the shots that you had been determinedly fighting off.

“Y/N! Go now!” yelled Anakin over the noise. You looked at Obi-Wan who wasn’t breaking his attention from the droids in front of you.

Slight disappointment filled you when he didn’t spare a glance over at you to send you extra reassurance, but you didn’t let it distract you. There wasn’t enough time.

With the last of your strength, you pushed the rocks towards the droids.

The whole front line of them was crushed under the stone pieces, and awarded everyone enough time to get to the ships before they started firing again. Obi-Wan took the rear as Anakin came over and helped you as your tired frame began to pull you down, not allowing you to get up on your own.

It didn’t take long to get on the ship, and you were surprised you didn’t just collapse from how you just exerted yourself once you were safely up the ramp. There was so much of your force energy that was used for that act alone that you wouldn’t be able to do much else before getting a decent rest. Preferably in Obi-Wan’s arms.

“Why in Corellia’s nine hells did you do that?” Obi-Wan almost yelled. You slightly jumped at the suddenness of it. The doors had only just closed to the outside as the transport had lifted off.

Obi-Wan was nearly drowning in furious worry. He had nearly lost you due to your little stunt in the name of saving him.

You looked down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze as he reprimanded you. Anakin wasn’t far behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder for comfort as you kept your head down. He even slightly pulled you back and away from the man you loved, currently sounding like you had just betrayed him and the Jedi by saving him.

“Obi-Wan, calm down. Why can’t you be grateful at the fact that she just saved your life along with so many others,” Anakin shot back at his former master. “It may have been reckless, but it’s nothing you haven’t seen, or done, before,” Anakin continued sternly.

“Yes, and how does that usually turn out for us, Anakin? This was a brash, undercalculated and dangerous action that could’ve done a lot more harm than good!”

Obi-Wan’s blazing eyes still hadn’t calmed when you caught a glance at him. You were almost afraid that he would soon say something to deepen the pain you felt, and it was leading to that. You thought he would appreciate the help, not be mad about it. On top of the exhaustion, this wasn’t going well for you especially when you wanted his comfort. You wanted to fall into his warm embrace.

All you had wanted to do was help. Sure, you were spurred on by the fact that you wanted to keep someone you cared a lot about alive and unharmed, but there were others that were in danger. If needed, that could be your excuse to everyone else, you mused. It could hide the fact that you acted more out of emotion and previous experiences than The Code permitted.

Still, that didn’t dampen the painful twist in your chest as you were sure you were about to be lectured. Not only that, but it seemed like Obi-Wan was actually mad about you saving him. You thought he’d be happy. Happy that he could spend more days with you and then tend to your wounds in the quiet of one of your rooms, but that wasn’t seeming like a possibility with how this was.

“I’m not your padawan to protect,” he said suddenly, irritation in his tone.

You felt tears well up in your eyes with an extra sting of pain as you couldn’t bring yourself to actually look at Obi-Wan. It was too much to even just hear his tone, and it wouldn’t be helped if you saw the same thing in his eyes. Never, in your relationship or the time you’ve just known him, has he ever spoken to you like this. Never has he used a past failure against you.

When he finally took a moment to evaluate the situation, he saw that tears were forming in your eyes as you still kept your head down. Absolute shock froze Anakin in place at his words. Immediate remorse filled him as he realised what he had just said.

Anakin, your good friend and ever protective of you, even when he was still a padawan, used the hand on your shoulder to pull you into a hug while giving him a hard look.

“I-I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan stuttered out, changing his tone to be gentler. “I just- you could’ve been killed.”

“You think I don’t know that,” you said, shaky and muffled into Anakin’s robes, face turned away. “We’re Jedi. It’s part of our job description. To protect.”

His emotions were clouding every rational thought. So much so that he just brought up a sensitive topic and used it against you. He had no right to, not when he knew how much pain it brought you.

“General Skywalker?” a voice from Anakin’s comm buzzed as you felt your transport land in the star destroyer hanger.

Anakin pulled away carefully with a small groan of annoyance, still making sure you were alright before answering.

“What is it, Rex?”

“You’re needed in the docking bay. R2 seems to have a problem,” the clone captain replied.

With a sigh, Anakin let Rex know he would be there soon before turning his comm off.

“Will you be alright?” He asked you, genuine concern.

You nodded, “I was thinking of heading to my quarters, anyway.” You gave Obi-Wan a small glance as you said that. There was something in you that wanted to know how he was feeling.

At the moment, his fury from only moments ago had died down, now showing remorse for his words. Concern was also etched in, mainly felt through the force rather than seen on his facial expression.

“Alright,” Anakin started, breaking your train of thought, “If you need me, comm me immediately. Maybe get those scratches checked.”

You gave a snort in response which received a playful smirk from Anakin before he walked away, giving Obi-Wan a brief, hard glare before leaving you alone with Obi-Wan. You weren’t sure whether he was about to continue to lecture you on what you had done, or whether he was going to apologize. You could feel the conflict, but nothing on his face gave away what he was going to do.

Either way, you didn’t want to find out. There was too much running through your mind, and you didn’t want any of it to come out. Especially with the fact that he reopened an only just healed wound.

“Darling, I-” Before he could say another word, you dropped your eyes to the floor again and fled the room. He could feel the dejection radiating across your bond before it snapped away. You had completely closed off your side of the bond.

This left Obi-Wan alone. Between what he said to you, no, more like the way he talked to you and how he was chided by his former apprentice and then the way you seemed like you couldn’t bear to be in the same room as him, let alone have your bond open, he was frozen in place. Shock at everything absolutely flooded him, and he didn’t know what he was doing.

Bringing his hands up, he rubbed his face with both palms before running them through his hair, letting out a sigh of disappointment in himself. That was no way to talk to you. Especially when all he wanted was to be closer to you, comfort you, and when he had truly wanted to help you with your injuries.

Now was not the time, though. He knew you would want time alone, and he knew you wouldn’t want him to come knocking on your door. Not after this. Not when, for the first time ever, he had raised his voice at you.

It didn’t help that everything had been so stressful, especially for you. Recently, your padawan, Tylo Dara, had been gravely injured in a previous battle despite how hard you tried to protect him.

You and your padawan along with a squad of clones were answering a call for help on Toydaria. While you had been walking through where the Separatist troops had been sighted, a blast had shattered the walls of the ravine you were walking through. It was an ambush and you, along with any unhurt clones, were barely able to fend them off. Once the firing had ceased, you had frantically searched for Taylo, only to find him pinned under multiple boulders. Relief troops thankfully came soon enough to keep your padawan and a few clones alive.

Though the attack was an ambush, you blamed yourself for everything that had happened. It took so much of Obi-Wan to finally convince you that it wasn’t your fault. Now he had most likely just undid that.

Other than the mass casualties of your clone squad, it looked like Tylo would never be well enough to spend another day training to become a Jedi. Too much in his body was damaged that the bacta tank did next to nothing. Not even the healers could fix him enough to bring him back to usual health.

That’s when it clicked for Obi-Wan. You didn’t want to lose another that you cared about. You didn’t want to lose the one you loved.

Finally breaking out of his frozen position, he went after you. There was so much that he needed to apologize for. You didn’t deserve to be spoken to like that when all you did was protect him and so many others from the falling cliffside that had been blown off. In fact, it was one of the most impressive things he had ever seen.

Although you had injuries that needed to be tended to, Obi-Wan knew that the medbay wasn’t where you would go. No, you always wanted the injured clones to gain the limited medics’ attention along with the droids. That’s why it had been customary for Obi-Wan to patch you up after every mission, even if he wasn’t on it with you. You would be so stubborn that many times you would arrive home at the Temple before letting yourself get any medical aid.

Since there wasn’t anywhere else, he knew he would find you in your room. This would seem normal if you hadn’t spent nearly all of your nights in Obi-Wan’s room.

Standing outside of your door, he took a deep breath before knocking. For a moment, he was afraid you wouldn’t answer until your door slid open.

When he looked at you, you were slouched over. Your hair was a mess and he could see the trails on your cheeks where tears had run down your face. To you, you would’ve said that you looked horrible. To him, you looked beautiful. To him, whether you were happy, sad, angry, bloody or sweaty, you always made his heart skip a beat.

Now, he just had to keep himself together so that you may forgive his imprudent words.

“May I come in?” he asked, voice slightly shaky.

You shifted from one foot to the other, “I don’t know if-”

“Y/N, please,” he said, pleading with you. If you rejected him now, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

When your eyes met his, you could see how desperate he was. The cerulean pools of his eyes were showing a storm of emotion that begged you to let him in. It was a look that you were never able to say no to.

Relenting, you only nodded and made your way back to the corner of your room atop of your bed. It was the closest thing you could get for comfort, the cool durasteel pressing into your back.

Relief filled Obi-Wan as he cautiously stepped into your room. Closing the door, he took a glance around. Compared to his that had both yours and his things, this room was practically empty. On top of that, it was cold and felt lonely.

When his eyes rested on you, you had your knees brought up to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you sat in the corner. Your stare was blank as your chin rested on top of your knees.

Obi-Wan’s heart twisted in guilt as he experimented through your shared bond. He was only met by your walls still locked shut. Although he couldn’t wrap his force with yours, he could still feel the sadness and grief radiating off of you. There was also remorse that floated around, but not overpowering.

Making his way over, he sat on the edge of your bed, “Y/N, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

“But you were right,” you said, your voice small and hollow.

“No,” Obi-Wan said immediately, “No I wasn’t. Thanks to you, so many men are still alive.”

“You were right about one thing. You aren’t my padawan. I no longer have a padawan. I-” fresh tears were filling your eyes as your voice caught in your throat. “I- I no longer have Tylo.”

His heart sunk in his chest just like it had the first time you had told him of your padawan. Just like that night, he wanted to pull you into him and hold you as you cried, but he didn’t know if you would let him. He didn’t know if he crossed a line that he couldn’t come back from.

Testing the waters, he moved a hand to rest gently on an ankle, only now noticing that you hadn’t even removed your battle worn boots. When you didn’t try and move away, a small bit of relief filled him.

“I had no right bringing that up. It wasn’t fair of me, especially when I know how you feel about it.” Desperation to make his intentions truly known was starting to break through into his tone. He so badly wanted you to open up to him so that he could reinforce it all.

For what felt like the first time, you brought your eyes to meet his. There was so much pain that filled them that Obi-Wan almost broke down. The amount of sadness he caused you made him loathe himself. Anger was never the right answer and definitely not against you.

“I just didn’t want it to happen to anyone else,” you started, voice delicate and not letting sound properly make its way out, the silent parts sounding like a breeze trying to talk. “I didn’t want to lose you, Obi,” your tears began to burn down your cheeks once again as you said this.

Obi-Wan moved his hand to place it over one of yours. If this was the only comfort you’d let him give you, then he wouldn’t waste it. Then, you opened, letting him finally wrap your end of the bond to be wrapped in his comfort.

“I don’t care how much love goes against the code. I love Tylo like a son. I love Cody, I love all of the clones. I love Anakin. Obi-Wan, I love you. I love you.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back anymore. He moved so that he was on his knees beside you, pulling you into him and hugging you tight. Although this was to comfort you, it comforted him just as much.

“I love you too, darling,” he said, kissing your head as your tears grew heavier and your heaving breaths grew as desperate as your hands clasping at his robes. “What you did was extraordinary and you saved so many of us. I was just so scared because I almost lost you.”

Carefully, he moved so that he was sitting, you partially on his lap as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. The spot was damp with the combination of your tears and your warm breath, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was comforting you and being there for support like you always were for him. All he cared about was that you still loved him.

“I’m sorry, Obi. I-”

“Shh, you have nothing to apologize for,” he said quickly. “I’m the only one who has to apologize. I made you feel bad for doing the right thing.”

Sniffling, you pulled away to look in his eyes. His smile melted all sadness and worry that you still stored. If that wasn’t it, then it was him wiping your face dry with the soft fabric of his undershirt.

Obi-Wan wasn’t satisfied until you smiled when he cupped your cheek with one hand and, with the other, intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Now, will you allow me to check your injuries?”

You chuckled as you brought your free hand to brush away the hair from his face, “No.”

“No?” The confusion on his face made you laugh.

“Not until I do this.”

With your hand still brushing his hair back, you slid it to the nape of his neck. As he caught on, he finished your thoughts before you were able to act. He closed the distance and pressed his lips to yours, both of you breathing out a contented sigh.

Everything around you melted away. Every doubt, fear, and shred of sadness disappeared. Obi-Wan was here. Your love was here and made you feel the safest you’ve ever been since the start of this war.

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 3 years

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What I Want - Part 2

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Chapter Title: What I Need

Pairing: Crosshair x fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: Following the awkwardness of the night before, you go to an old friend to try and process your feelings for Crosshair.

Click here for Part 1

Warnings: 18+, a bit more frisky business but not full on so rated 18 just to be safe. Swearing.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: You ask, you get!! Thanks so much for all the support and love for part 1 ❤️. As a thank you, I bring you part 2, I hope you enjoy! If this one takes off a bit as well, I do have an idea for a little bonus chapter around the Bad Batches' reaction. As always, feedback/comments are massively appreciated along with reblogs. Fic is below the cut off, thanks for reading!!

Taglist: @aerynwrites @shannon-lynn-21 @saltywintersoldat @tired-night-owl @wille-zarr

A comm alarm beeped softly, slowly pulling you out your slumber. Giving the device a sleepy glare, you shut it off and huffed back onto your bunk. Wrecker’s snores were echoing off the small ship barracks, you rolled your eyes at his sleeping form across the room as you swung your legs over the side of your top bunk. Below you, Tech slept soundly, he managed to fall asleep with his goggles on which were now sitting wonky on his relaxed face. He also had a datapad clutched to his chest, almost like a teddy bear, which made you chuckle to yourself.

You’d barely slept after getting back from the mission but being a General stopping over on Coruscant meant rest would be a pipe dream. Your alarm was set to get you out of bed and ready for the first of what you were sure would be a hundred and ten briefings today. You were always happy to shoulder the politics for the team, removing that burden from Hunter so they could keep to themselves. But today, you could really do without it.

You looked over at Hunter and Crosshair’s bunks, the former sleeping up top with an arm over his eyes. Probably to block out the few small coloured lights on the ship that shone from critical systems, preventing the room from being truly pitch black. You didn’t envy Hunter’s enhanced senses, they seemed to cause him quite a bit of discomfort when they weren’t on missions. You should probably pick him up an eye mask one of these days.

Below him, Crosshair slept with his back to the open room. One of the few times you ever saw his body relaxed was when he slept. You cringed as you remembered yesterday’s awkwardness with the sniper and mentally cursed at yourself for causing, what was, an easily avoidable situation.

Shaking your head you jumped silently off of your bunk, mindful to not wake any of the batch. You gently removed Tech’s goggles, placing them in their usual spot before moving over to grab some fresh robes and head for the fresher. Today was going to be a real drag.

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“Hey! Look what the Lothcat dragged in” someone called after you as you trudged up the steps to the GAR Headquarters. You turned around to see none other than Anakin Skywalker jogging up behind you.

“Nice to see you too Skyguy” he chuckled at the nickname as he threw an arm around your shoulders.

You fell into companionable chatter as you made your way to your first meeting, the dark halls of the military headquarters looking indistinguishable as you attempted to find the correct room. Members of the Coruscant Guard patrolled the halls, nodding politely to you both as you strolled past.

Eventually you found the room where Mace, Plo and Luminara were waiting, along with some clone and human high command. You stood outside the door for a moment, readying yourself to seal your fate of being talked at for a solid eight standard hours.

Eventually you caved, mostly as you were on the verge of being late if you debated standing outside any longer. Begrudgingly, you sat through briefing after briefing. All the voices and different rooms blending into one grey blur as you tried to take in what information you could, but your tired and stressed mind was having none of it.

While it was nice to catch up with some of the other Jedi, you always felt a bit out of place among the perfect members of the council. More so now than ever.

You ended up wandering back to the temple with Anakin where you both retired to his room and you flopped down onto his simple bed with a whine.

“Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been off all day” Anakin was the closest thing you had to a brother, you trained as Padawans together and due to your similar age you became fast friends. You knew about his marriage to Padme and decided that if you could offload your dilemma on anyone, it’d be him.

“I fucked up” you groaned out from behind your hands.

“What’d you do?” Anakin replied in a playful tone.

“I might’ve got a bit hot and heavy with one of the clones in my squad, led him on and then cut it off” Anakin raised an eyebrow at your confession. “And now he’s pissed at me”

“Why?” You weren’t entirely sure which part of that entire thing he was questioning.

“Because I started the whole thing, I wanted it. Then all of a sudden I did that whole guilty Jedi, must follow every word of the order thing, gave him some pathetic look which said really sorry I can’t have attachments mate, hope you understand. He called me out on it before I could even utter the banthashit excuse and then he stomped off and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“In his defence, seems like he was probably wound a little tight” Anakin replied with a chuckle which you just groaned at.

“He has every right to be pissed. Hells, I would be if the roles were reversed. Whats with this whole self-righteous act us Jedi have going on?”

“Look, it’s hard being a Jedi at the best of times. It takes an inhumane amount of self-control, which is why its not a path for the weak. But being a Jedi while at war… it’s a lot. You’re emotions are running high, you’re forming bonds with soldiers on the battlefield that you shouldn’t be, but none of us can help it because it’s uncharted territory. Maker knows I’d hunt down anyone who hurt Obi-Wan or my Captain. Yes, It’s not the Jedi way, but neither is fighting a grand-scale war.” Anakin’s eyes were alive with emotion as he spoke, be he quickly caught himself and then it was gone.

“My point is, don’t beat yourself up so much. No one is getting kicked out the order or in his case reconditioned if that’s what you’re worried about. Figure out what it is you want, and then just be discreet about it” you looked at Anakin like he’d grown two heads, he just winked at your confused stare.

“Okay let’s keep it simple. Are you attracted to him?” You thought back to the night before and firmly nodded in response.

“Do you like him as a person?” You pondered his question.

“Well, it’s Cross. I wasn’t sure if he even liked me for a long time. He’s closed off, anti-social, but he’s also a good guy, cares about his brothers, has saved my ass multiple times, and he is kinda funny in his own, snide way” you rattled off with fondness in your words.

“Well then I suggest you go and talk to him.” Anakin replied, giving you a knowing look when he spotted the small smile on your lips as you spoke about the sniper.

You took a deep breath, glad to have finally gotten that off your chest and feeling content that you now knew what to do next. “Thanks, Ani”

“Ugh please don’t call me that” he moaned back, apparently only Padme was allowed to get away with that one.

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Your walk back to the Marauder felt like it dragged on and on. Your brain ran over a thousand scenarios of what to say, how he’d react and you were about to short circuit. There was so much risk, so much possibility, that you did your best to shut your mind off and let yourself handle it in the moment. These things never went as planned anyway, it was best not to guess.

The large door to the ship hissed open, your boots clanking on the metal surface as you cautiously walked into your home. It didn’t take you long to find Crosshair, he was sat in the main hull methodically cleaning his hand blaster. Everyone else must’ve been asleep. He was just in his blacks, the material hugging him in the most wonderful way, it’s like whoever designed those things was trying to trip you up. The contours of his arm muscles flexing as he worked, his strong chest looked practically chiselled at the heart of his lean frame. You had to force yourself to calm down a little bit.

“Uh, hey” you greeted awkwardly. “Mind if I join you?”

You took his silence as a well he’s not saying no. He didn’t spare you a glance as you walked in and took a seat opposite him. As a General in the GAR, you rarely got nervous. War, as a concept, was simple. You knew your purpose, your objective, you had a job to get done and you’d do it. The risks never stopped you, rather they fuelled you. Probably why you’re such a good fit for the bad batch.

But this right now, personal feelings, not knowing where you stand with someone you care about. Because if you were honest, you really did care about Crosshair, the same as you did the rest of the team. You’d only been with the squad just under a year but you’d gladly lay down your life for any of them in a heartbeat. If you could at least get back to where you were before the other night, you’d be over the moon.

You weren’t used to being so nervous, you let your hands fiddle with you dark Jedi robes as you readied yourself to speak again.

“Look, I’m not here to throw some crap about being a Jedi at you, I promise. And I’m sorry for trying it before” he still didn’t look at you, finding his blaster much more interesting. But you could tell he was listening, you had his attention. Might as well keep babbling.

“In terms of an explanation for what happened yesterday, well I guess I panicked.” You sighed as you tried to find the next words “The way you made me feel that night, I… I’ve never felt like that before and everything i’d been taught over the years screamed at me that what I was doing was dangerous and wrong. I now realise that I’m just an idiot. I make my own decisions and I… uh -well, I stick by that one, starting something that is.” Still nothing.

“I know this is probably a long shot. But in the interest of being transparent” you rambled “uh… if you want to go down that road again, I’m up for seeing what happens, can be as casual as we like. I promise I won’t freak out on you again.” You chuckled and thought you almost spotted a slight pull in the corner of Crosshair’s lips “But if you want to go back to how we were before, I’d also really like that.” You watched him for a while as he gave no acknowledgement of your words, his cleaning finished as he now gave the weapon a once over in his hands. Having said everything you needed, you got up from your seat, looking away from him.

“Well, if I can do anything else, let me know” you turned on your heel to leave, feeling slightly defeated but glad you’d at least made the first step.

“I could think of a few things” he finally spoke as he leaned back into his seat and continued to stare at his blaster, still not meeting your gaze.

Well that caught your attention, you turned back around to face him as he carried on ignoring you. While his tone was unbothered as he spoke, you knew him just enough to know his words held a meaning. He was playing with you, back to his usual teasing and you could’ve laughed at the relief that washed over you. This you could work with. A cheeky idea popped into your head and you’d decided to run with it.

“Oh really?” Throwing caution to the wind, you strode over to the sniper slowly. His gaze finally meeting yours after all this time, watching you as you got closer and closer. Practically drawing you in with his amber eyes. You pushed him back by his chest, creating enough room so you could straddle his lap. “Care to elaborate?”

He huffed out a short laugh at your words, his face overall unbothered but his eyes, they were burning into you. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll figure it out”.

You hummed in response, deciding to kick things up a notch you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your faces just breaths apart. “Something like this?” You asked, pausing for another second before bringing your lips to his in a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss. You felt his hands come up to rest on your back, pulling you closer as you continued your slow dance. This was so different from the other night, where before there was desperation and lust, now there was something more… tender, passionate. You were quite glad you weren’t standing as the way he moved against you would’ve definitely made your knees weak.

Dragging yourself away from his lips, you searched his face. His mouth pulled into a barely there smirk “That’s a start.”

“Who said I was finished?” And just like that, the last few strands of tension between you both snapped and you relaxed in his arms. You fisted your hands into the front of his blacks and pulled him back to you, his tongue slipped between your lips, curious and demanding. He was everywhere again, filling your nose with the scent of the standard cheap GAR soap but mixed with something earthy, something so distinctly Crosshair and you couldn’t get enough.

You could tell why the Jedi order frowned upon such activities, kissing Crosshair was intoxicating. You couldn’t think of anything else other than the handsome clone in front of you and just how much you wanted him in that moment.

His hands wandered lower and lower down you back until they rested comfortably on your backside, pulling you further up his lap. Feeling mischievous, you started trailing kisses along his jaw. Setting a teasing, languid pace as you mapped out the spots that made him squirm. Crosshair was never a man of many words, so you made it your mission to see just how vocal you could make him.

As your lips met his pulse point, he gave a loud exhale and you smirked in victory against his skin as you continued the onslaught on his senses. You definitely seemed to be doing something right as his hands found themselves in your hair, clutching slightly and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you. Even while trying to gain the upper hand in the situation, he always had some control over you. It was maddening in the best way, setting your veins alight with desire.

Determined to get another victory you traced your tongue against the base of the side of his neck and trailed it all the way up to the bottom of his ear, which you teasingly took into your mouth, teeth grazing the soft skin. A strangled moan escaped the clone and that was the moment where you knew you were hopelessly and utterly gone. Your mind filled with nothing other than wanting to be closer to Crosshair.

“Not very Jedi of you” he commented, slightly breathless when you finally stopped teasing him and came back up to meet his eyes. Looking down at where your bodies were pressed against one another, you chuckled.

“What exactly about this situation led you to believe I was ever a model Jedi?” You smirked, though it was only visible for a second before his mouth was back on yours, devouring you as his hands greedily roamed your body.

You continued making out like teenagers for most of the evening, taking the time to explore each other, enjoying the closeness. Contentment settled over your body, almost as if this was were you were meant to be. If Crosshair’s arms were where you belonged, well, you could think of worse places to be.

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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I saw your HCs for Crosshair after a messege from Anon, i loved it. I believe that Cross is a sneaky romantic who does not always show it outright. I am sure he would lay down beside you when you have a nightmare and hold you all the way through it. He would have special nicknames for you that only mean something between the two of you and he would remember everything you like from certain places and get you a keepsake from there, just because he loves how happy it makes you. He is jealous aswel

OMG OMG YOU GUYS HAVE THE BEST HEADCANONS I SWEAR SJRBSKDK

you really asked for this super long answer to all of your hc and I rEGRET NOTHING.

okay okay so, first of all yES HE'S A SNEAKY ROMANTIC, I strongly believe that everything he does is just, very like. Secretive. I totally see him like, if you're alone in the cockpit the second tech leaves you to go to sleep or whatever crosshair'd be wALKING IN AND SITTING BESIDE YOU, probably will make you sit in his lap and you'd tEASE HIM SO MUCH like "did you miss me so much?" even if he saw you 0.05 seconds ago but all his brothers where there so oF COURSE HE MISSED YOU SJDKAJ. you'd also say something like "you just can't be away from me now can you?" and he'd just kiss you silly to shut you up.

he'd also do a lot of things but, without you knowing. you ran out of sweets? that's cool, he has a stack hidden away from wrecker and just fills the little jar you keep in your drawer. he probably folds your clothes when you get lazy enough and just leaves them in the chair by your desk. he'd MOST DEFINETLY leave the little souvenir he got from you from his last mission in that spot in your room where you keep them all, and he wouldn't say anything about it until you found out that beautiful blue stone wasn't there before and "crosshair, did you get me this?" and he'd shrug like it's not big deal but his eyes are shining with anticipation and uncertainty bc maybe you don't like it but oh you're kissing him while murmuring a soft "thank you baby, I love it," on his lips and he feels on cloud number 9 bc there's nothing he loves more than making you happy. mark my words.

ALSO HIM HOLDING YOU AFTER A NIGHTMARE DUDE !!!!!! YES HE WOULD !!! like I just, I can clearly see you waking up from this awful nightmare and he has this really light sleep right, so he wakes up too and he's like, silent, looking at you and you want to cry because he almost never gets to sleep and you just woke him up, but he's so soft, so gentle about it, and without saying anything he just grabs you and settles you on his chest and holds you so close, and his fingers draw patterns on your back and if you want to talk about it he'll listen and if you don't he'll whisper a little "you're safe." and squeeze you closer and kisses your head once (1) unless you're crying then he'll hold you in his lap and instead of reassuring you with things like you ok and stuff, he'll tell you about this one time wrecker did whatever and tech laughed sO HARD he was redder than his uniform or wHATEVER MY BABY CROSS IS SO BAD AT CONFRONTING HE'LL JUST HUG YOU TILL YOU FEEL BETTER PLEASE SOMEBODY KISS HIM FOR ME.

also the nickname thing???? I AGREE 100% WITH YOU. I JUST- listen. i don't like clones giving pet names in mando'a, and is alright if you do. but like. I have my own hc of clones calling you sweet names and cROSSHAIR CALLING YOU INSIDE JOKES YOU AND HIM HAVE !!!! THIS IS THE SUPERIOR HC I WILL NOT TAKE ANYTHING MORE THAN THIS AND THIS ALONE !!!

like, he'd call you things like, bANTHS (short for: bantha) because you once told him banthas are your fave animal and he teased you sO HARD ABOUT IT. or calls you kenobi when you're being Ridiculous™ bc you were once complaining about obi wan and you did this embarrassing imitation of the general and he NEVER lets you forget about that. he calls you tatooine when you're looking Hot™ bc he's THAT silly.

but he calls you cute things too, like flower or whatever.

ALSO ALSO OMG !!! cROSSHAIR JEALOUS ???????? babe you jUST OPENED PANDORA'S BOX.

now listen. crosshair wouldn't consider himself Jealous, like, EVER. but he's very insecure sometimes because he knows you can do better (got news for you cross. WE CANT). But still, like everything that comes with him. He's very quiet about it. he's the kind of people that gets jealous and suffers in silence. he will never tell you much less when you're enjoying so much. and listen. he's usually very confident around his brothers, bc out of the batch you choose him and he's alright with that.

but you've been laughing with tech for 20 minutes now and he knows his brother isn't THAT funny, and wait. are you brushing hunter's hair??? aND WHY ARE YOU READING TO WRECKER ????????????

my mans is possessive, and the things you do with him he likes to be just for him and him alone. not that he'd ever say that to you. but it makes him feel special and very very loved. so it kinds of upset him if you say you went to train with hunter, or if you tell him that you went to the market with someone that isn't him because that's YOUR THING.

he doesn't stop you, though, nor tells you to don't interact with his bros anymore bc he loves you for who you are and he would never keep you from doing things, much less if those are things you like doing and he knows you love his brothers so much and he trusts them and he trusts you too. but still, you have to make him know you love him and your time with him is your favorite.

bUT WITH REGS????? OHOHOH. LIKE. he'd get into a fight with whomever if he's given the chance. if he sees a reg (unless it's cody but cody would NEVER make a move on you and your flirtatious days with him ended the day you started showing feelings towards the sniper but tHATS ANOTJER STORY FOR ANOTHER DAY) SO ANYWAYS, if he sees a reg making eyes at you there's three scenarios.

1. he'd kiss you right then and there and he gives zero (0) shits. like listen. crosshair HATES pda but he hates the regs more so that's his excuse. but this isn't very likely.

2. he'd be very petty about it. like. he's far and he sees you laughing with a reg??? well get ready bc once you're with crosshair he'll be all "you don't want to spend more time with that reg?" or "you seemed to be having a good time with that reg" or "why don't you go with your reg and kiss him instead hmmmmmmmm???" it's ridiculous and it's ugly. and tbh he should know better. but there's no fight about it. cause like, you know where is all coming from, and you just roll your eyes and go like, "don't be ridiculous, I have you." and kiss HIM silly.

3. his brothers see him upset and try to reassure him and he probably calms down. but once you're alone you ask him what's wrong and he looks Very Sad and very vulnerable and asks something like "why are you with me?" and such.

aNYWAYS THANKS FOR COMING TO MY VERY LONG TED TALK. GIMMIE YOUR THOUGHTS EVERYBODYYYYY I loVE CROSSHAIR SO MUCH I MISS HIM SO BAD.

also, it's awfully lovely hearing from you guys!

thank you for this aMAZING ASK!!!

#crosshair x reader #crosshair headcanon #ted talks with ari #100% accurate asks

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darthkruge · 3 years

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Could you write a cute sequel to the Padawan! Anakin and Padawan! Reader oneshot, where they have a secret wedding two years later?

Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Can I Kiss You? (Pt 2)

Summary: Two years after their first kiss, Padawan!Anakin and Padawan!Reader return to the gardens of Naboo for their wedding

Warnings: Nothing. Once again, this is fluff. A bit more emotions thrown in this time, but cute fluff nonetheless!

Words: 1.6k

A/N: I can’t believe someone requested a sequel for one of my fics!! That’s so exciting!! The first part is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written and I hope I did justice with the second <3. Also! You don’t need to have read the first part to understand this. But I do think it makes it more fun, as I kinda tied them together :)

Part 1

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“Can you believe we made it?”

Anakin’s voice broke you out of your trance. You were sitting on the grass and leaning against him, head resting on his shoulder with his arms hugging you from behind. The palace’s gardens once again surrounded you; the familiar fresh, flowery scent intoxicating.

You hummed, turning your head up and looking at him. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Hi,” His voice held his laughter, teasing.

“Hi,” You replied, mirroring his happiness.

You connected your lips with his, both of you grinning into the kiss. His metal hand came up, fingers gently holding your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Your mind wandered, remembering your first kiss. Here.

You were pulled back to the present as his tongue gently swiped across your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him access. As he swirled his tongue around yours, your head spun. Your hands wove into his hair and pulled on the back of it lightly, making him groan into you. You smirked, loving the effect you had on him. He grabbed your waist, pulling you around so that you were straddling his thighs. You broke from his lips, trailing kisses up and down the side of his neck.

Missing the feeling of your lips, he pulled you back up, reconnecting them with his own. You kissed and kissed and kissed until you couldn’t anymore, breaking apart only once you were positively breathless. You leaned your forehead against his, chests heaving as you relaxed.

“We’re gonna be late for our own ceremony if you keep distracting me like that”

You lightly smacked his chest, throwing your head back and gaping in mock-offense. “Now who’s the one that shoved their tongue down my throat?”

“Well I guess that’d have to be me… considering you haven’t kissed anyone else…” He trailed off, looking at you somewhat sheepishly to gauge your reaction

“Anakin! That is rude! And unkind! And completely accurate, you kriffing asshole!” You said, laughing the entire time. Anakin joined in, sighing in relief when he realized you weren’t mad at him.

“Rude and unkind? I’d say that’s slightly dramatic, Y/N”

“And where do you think I picked up the dramatic flair, hmm?” You shot back, quirking your eyebrows and glaring at him playfully.

Anakin rolled his eyes but, intelligently, didn’t argue. He just chuckled, pulling you back in for another kiss. You obliged but quickly pulled away, laughing as he pouted at you.

“Now, come on! We’re going to be late for our own ceremony if you keep distracting me like that!” You said, mocking him.

You got up and started skipping away before he could retort, smiling as you heard his footsteps scrambling to catch up with you. He pulled your hand into his, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss against your cheek.

He pulled you forward and you laughed as he stopped to spin you around. Your breath caught as you felt yourself tripping over your own feet and squealed as you came in contact with Anakin’s strong chest.

You buried your face into him and he rubbed up and down your arms. As he peppered kisses into your hair, you did the same on his collarbone. Moments like this were what you wished you could live in forever. Just two people in love. Without the pressure of the Jedi, the Council, any of it. You wished you didn’t need to hide your relationship, your happiness. But you truly believed that any sacrifice would be worth keeping Anakin in your life.

It had taken months of planning to even get the time to slip away with Anakin. Luckily, the Council thought you and Anakin worked well together and frequently allowed you to go on missions together. Granted, you both usually ended up in front of the Council trying to justify why you disobeyed their orders on these missions. Even if it was your idea, Anakin would always try to take the blame, despite you constantly telling him it was unnecessary. However, Anakin did have a point when he said that he was the Chosen One; they wouldn’t expel him from the order because of a series of poor decisions. He said that even if you didn’t have the Council’s protection, you could count on his.

To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. That’s why those fights never lasted. Most of your fights were like that. Silly, stupid arguments that almost always boiled down to the fear of losing each other. And, by the next morning, you were always curled back in bed together, unable to bear the idea of being apart.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, shaking yourself out of your own head.

“Yeah?”

Anakin looked at you quizzically. “You alright, my love?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded. “Perfect.”

You were about to marry the most perfect man in the entire world. Kind, beautiful, giving, protective, understanding, flawed, yours. As if “perfect” even began to describe how you were feeling. You weren’t sure anything could. When you joined the Jedi Order, you never thought you’d get this. Love. And yet, here you were.

Anakin leaned in, kissing your nose. “Me, too,” He whispered in your ear.

You walked up to the secluded altar where Obi-Wan, R2D2, and C3-PO stood. You thanked the stars for Obi-Wan; he had done so much to ensure that your secret stayed that way and you could successfully marry the love of your life.

You stood, looking at Anakin. He held your hands and you gave his a squeeze. It was a signal that had developed over the years; whenever one of you needed reassurance or just wanted to remind them that you loved them, you’d squeeze the other’s hand. As per usual, he immediately returned the gesture.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Y/N, would you like to go first?”

You looked at him, mouthing a quick “thank you” and nodding. He smiled right back. Obi-Wan had become a good friend of yours over the years. You were quite grateful that he was here on this wondrous day.

You took a deep breath, looking into Anakin’s deep eyes. “Anakin, when I first met you I thought you were reckless, arrogant at times, insubordinate…” You trailed off as he gave you an amused look, clearly wondering where you were going with this.

“Gorgeous,” You added in, “and, truly, so much more. Now, while I still think of you that way, I’ve grown to love it. You inspire me, you believe in me, you understand me in a way that I thought was impossible for one person to understand another. You’re strong and loving and you always keep me safe. You make me laugh and smile and giddy and… happy. I still remember, two years ago, when you made me choke an apple and kissed me, all in one day. And that feeling I had when our lips first touched, it has remained, constant, since that moment. I want to spend my life with you. And I don’t want to put that off for another second.”

Anakin’s eyes were misty with tears by the time you finished speaking. It was hard for him to fathom -- that he’d found someone who cared about him that much. For once in his life, he believed that there was someone who wouldn’t leave.

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a knowing smile before asking him to begin.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You’re perfect, you’re… everything. You challenge me, by the Maker, you challenge me,” Anakin said as you chuckled, nodding in agreement. “And you’re strong and good and selfless. You’ve always seen the good in me, sometimes even when I didn’t deserve it. You sought to know me for who I am, not for what I could bring to the galaxy.” Anakin paused, looking into your eyes. He swallowed, long and hard, before going on.

“And I know this wasn’t the relationship you dreamed of. I know I can’t give you much of anything. But I promise that for the rest of our lives I will be right here, by your side. I will love you for as long as this life allows, and for a thousand after that.”

Tears streaked down both your cheeks, making everything else fade away. The weight of his words sat heavily on your heart; his love for you so powerful it was nearly overwhelming. But that seemed to be a theme in your relationship, didn’t it? Everything right on that edge, so close to falling apart. And yet you and Anakin balanced each other. You wouldn’t crumble.

You once again traveled back to when all this started. You remember thinking, perhaps foolishly, that you and Anakin would make it. That one in a million couple. You thanked the entire galaxy that you were right.

You looked at Obi-Wan only to see that he was grinning at the both of you. He’d had his suspicions about you two for months before he eventually caught you kissing after you returned from a long mission. Anakin swore up and down that he “fell on you” and was “tending to your injuries” but Obi-Wan just brushed away the excuses and assured the both of you he would keep your secret.

“You may now… kiss each other. If you so desire,” Obi-Wan said before averting his eyes.

Anakin looked at you, adoration clear in his vision. He held your gaze and gently cupped your cheek. “So… can I kiss you?”

You rolled your eyes, laughed, and leaned in.

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giggles-and-freckles · 3 years

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my fic masterlist

decided to do this for my own sake more than anyone else’s because sometimes I have to make sure the idea I get at 3am isn’t one I’ve already written hehe. anyway, a lot of these are on my ao3, but I’m also going to try and track down some of my TuMbLr-eXcLuSiVe fics, too. I’ll update this as often as I remember (so, uhhh–)

In-Progress: Not On A Consistent Updating Schedule Bc Abi is a Mess ™

midst of the mind – Anakin has always had a pretty good understanding of his feelings, even if he's not particularly disciplined in acting on them. But things surrounding the Chancellor seem to be off and Anakin's determined to get to the bottom of it. With a little help from his friends.(or: fix-it ROTS fic where Ani, Obi, and Padmé take down the Chancellor one fake smile and late-night tea party at a time)

evermore – "dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found" within the lives of our favourite space fam. (or: TAYLOR SWIFT LITERALLY OWNS MY SOUL, OKAY?) (unrelated one-shots based on taylor swift songs ha)

filling the gaps – after the horror of Naboo, Obi-Wan has flipped from Padawan to having a Padawan in a matter of hours and he's not sure how much longer he can pretend like he's okay. thankfully, this one spunky youngling who keeps popping up in the corners of his life seems to know what to do. (or: baby!Soka unknowingly helps new Knight!Kenobi figure things out and braids his hair along the way)

Obi-Wan & Ahsoka: Best Father-Daughter Duo In The Galaxy According To Me (because let’s be honest...that’s why I’m here) (tagged: #obi & soka)

filling the gaps – *in-progress multi-chapter* after the horror of Naboo, Obi-Wan has flipped from Padawan to having a Padawan in a matter of hours and he's not sure how much longer he can pretend like he's okay. thankfully, this one spunky youngling who keeps popping up in the corners of his life seems to know what to do. (or: baby!Soka unknowingly helps new Knight!Kenobi figure things out and braids his hair along the way)

playing catch – Ahsoka finds an old friend on Tatooine and has lots of questions. they cry a lot. obi-wan tells some white lies. they get the hugs they need. (Obi-Wan & Ahsoka reunite on Tatooine)

all too young – during a bout of insomnia while on Onderon, Ahsoka gets some advice and insight about her Master. (or Obi-Wan hears Ahsoka laugh for the first time and they get to have a snuggle and he absolutely spends the entire next day training the rebels trying not to cry thinking about it every dang time he sees her.)

hologram heart-to-hearts – we see Obi-Wan and Ahsoka have a conversation via hologram in the final season of tcw, but what if there had been...more?(three-parter) (basically Obi and Soka keep in touch after she leaves the Order and there’s...a lot of emotions involved)

little love – a sort of follow-up to hologram heart-to hearts; Ahsoka sticks her nose into the wrong Alliance meeting and discovers a certain Jedi is alive and on Tatooine of all places, so she places a long-distance call.

bad days – Ahsoka tries to squeeze out of her Grand Master exactly what happened on Mortis. and, as always, Obi-Wan is powerless to deny her anything, no matter how painful that truth may be.

sleeping with monsters – Ahsoka is having a hard time sleeping after her time on Felucia, so Obi-Wan offers a solution.

chance meeting – Obi-Wan is up late researching for his Master in the archives when a certain sneeze–and pair of big blue eyes–catch his attention.

‘drooping eyelids’ prompt fill – Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have a conversation about attachment while Anakin’s missing. they (plus Anakin) get some platonic cuddles.

‘dancing’ prompt fill – they attend a senatorial gala without Anakin because he’s feeling grumpy grump after deception arc fall-out. Obi realises that there are still things to be thankful for.

sorrow – Ahsoka feels the full weight of loss as she clutches her Grand Master’s dead body. (deception arc FEELS!!!!)

‘I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see they are often wrong’ prompt fill – *trigger warning: death of children; Obi comforts Ahsoka after they witness an atrocity of the highest order.

the silence between — Ahsoka gets assigned to the 212th as her Master recovers. Unwanted quality time with her Grand Master doesn’t go as planned.

untitled ‘Obi & Ani role reversal au’ ficlet — Padawan Obi-Wan pays a visit to his best pal Ahsoka in the crèche.

‘falling asleep on each other’s shoulder’ prompt fill – the summary says it all. fluff!

'I don’t wanna die’ – Obi-Wan comforts Ahsoka in her pain. *tw: implied major character death

‘I made tea’ – Anakin is off-world so it’s up to Obi-Wan to take care of his sick grand-padawan.

sorry for the soup – post-deception arc. Ahsoka stops by Obi-Wan’s quarters to check-in.

Obi-Wan & Anakin: The Early Years (tagged: #obi & ani)

figuring it out – Anakin learns waking Obi-Wan up can sometimes be a good thing and Obi-Wan learns that maybe everything's going to be okay. (padawan!ani & new dad knight!kenobi)

if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more – Anakin overhears a conversation he wasn’t meant to hear and lashes out in response. lots of hurt is uncovered and Obi-Wan hears some hard truths from his Padawan. angst, angst, angst...but with a hug.

reading lessons – the team takes a trip to the archives to find some reading material. Anakin is adorably insecure.

cold – Obi-Wan and Anakin have their first solo mission, but in typical Kenobi & Skywalker fashion, it does not go as planned. Exasperated Obi-Wan and Won't-Shut-Up Anakin are put to the test by deep space and a completely out-of-fuel ship. (or some more fluff where padawan!ani and new knight!kenobi get to try and figure out how the heck this master-padawan thing WORKS. hint: it's not easy!)

playing hooky – angel baby Anakin breaks Obi-Wan's heart and it's not for the last time...womp wooooomp.

like you – sweet, angel baby Ani gives himself a haircut and Obi-Wan deals with the aftermath. (I’m copying and pasting most of these summaries directly from ao3 and cracking up because I called Anakin a sweet angel baby in two in a ROW hahah)

fun? – the Jedi Council gives Obi-Wan his newest orders as a young Jedi Knight and he struggles to understand them. he was instructed to take his new Padawan and...have...fun?

go away/please stay – Obi-Wan has been disappearing for solo missions more and more often and Anakin's starting to wonder if it's more than just on request of the Council. (or: can you say TEEN ANGST!)

‘forehead kisses’ prompt fill – Anakin stumbles upon his Master having quite the nightmare, so he handles it the way his mom always handled his own nightmares. with patience and affection.

unnamed NAP TIME fic – Obi-Wan gets home from a solo mission early to find his bed occupied.

‘sweets’ prompt fill – Anakin gets a little ambitious with his choco-ball indulgence.

‘fuzzy socks’ prompt fill – years after arriving at the Temple, Anakin still hasn’t quite adjusted to the cold. Obi-Wan gets him a gift to help. (really just an excuse for some obi ani banter)

‘snowball fight’ prompt fill – Anakin takes his boredom to the next level, much to his Master’s chagrin.

untitled Anakin sickfic bc I’m not feeling very creative right now – the team goes on a mission but Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan is ultimate mother hen and Anakin makes an observation.

got germs – sickficlet where both of our best boys are sick.

you’re okay – just some classic protective parent!Obi-Wan and teenaged son!Anakin post disaster.

‘you lied to me’ – angstpril day 13. Anakin really wants to go to Ilum and make his lightsaber...but is met with disappointment.

random sickfic – because we all know Anakin is the most annoying sick person in the world.

don’t struggle – the ship is crashing, as usual. but this time, Anakin’s seatbelt is stuck. *tw: implied major character deaths

relic – sith!Obi au. *tw: major character death

aspectabund – Anakin’s eyes betray him and his Master.

Obi-Wan & Anakin: Brotp But Also Idiots Who Don’t Know How To Communicate (still tagged #obi & ani)

define ‘attachment’ – while the dads esteemed Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker wait for Ahsoka to wake up, they talk about attachment, worry, and that time Ani caused an accidental security breech at the Temple.

favourites – Obi-Wan has been tasked with telling Anakin of his special assignment to keep an eye on the Chancellor, but he gets sappy and sentimental in the process because these conversations are hard.

after all these years – Obi-Wan tries to talk to Anakin, but it doesn't go well. does this sound familiar OR WHAT? (post-decpetion arc angst)

brilliant – Anakin is having a difficult time adjusting to his new mechno-arm for one very specific reason. (the boys communicate properly in this one and even get a hug as a treat!)

sober words said aloud – Anakin's meeting with the Council is interrupted by his highly intoxicated–and wildly affectionate–Master. (crack fic turned fluff)

‘you’ve been crying, I can tell’ prompt fill – Anakin makes the mistake of checking in on his Master after a particularly grueling mission. it doesn’t go well. (or: Obi-Wan loses his sh!t)

going somewhere? – Obi-Wan catches Anakin on his way out for a midnight rendezvous with a certain Senator. Anakin makes a quick decision and chooses Obi-Wan. sweet words are exchanged on a sentimental walk.

shaking hands – in the immediate wake of Ahsoka’s departure form the order, Anakin...isn’t okay. Obi-Wan tries to do something about it. (post S5 angst)

untitled platonic tired cuddles/back scratching fic – Anakin resorts to an old tactic to make his Master rest.

sun shine on – Obi-Wan and Anakin take a little trip to Tatooine to visit Shmi’s grave. (post-ROTS fix-it au of sorts)

pushing it too far — Obi-Wan calls Anakin for some help when he takes ‘intel’ too seriously and ends up drunk on a street in lower-level Coruscant.

whump prompt fill – Obi-Wan looks after Anakin after a near-miss. They talk.

‘was it another premonition?’ – Obi-Wan dreams of Luke. He wakes up to Anakin.

post-mortis angst – Anakin remembers. *tw: implied suicidal thoughts

angstpril: ‘you have to let me go’ – Anakin and Obi-Wan are stuck in a pit. only one of them can make it out alive. *tw: implied major character death

role model – post-deception angst. Obi and Ani talk. it doesn’t go well.

here either way – conversations about mental health. *tw: panic attack

hiraeth – Obi-Wan walks alone. *post ROTS

Anakin & Ahsoka: Dream Team Sharing One Single Brain Cell (tagged: #snips & skyguy or (for the really angsty) #its crying about snips & skyguy hours)

that one person – (my first fic!) Anakin gets assigned to lecture a class of younglings, but he's not the only one who doesn't want to be there.or Ahsoka Tano is done with Jedi sh!t and tries to leave, but this time it's just a classroom and not the entire Order and there's a lot less tears and pain.

here and now – the Force has tried to swallow Ahsoka Tano three times. it's hard to be the last one standing. (or Ahsoka feels the death of three important men in her life and is tired of being left behind) *tw: major character deaths (canon compliant and not depicted, only mentioned)

whumptober: crying – Anakin comforts a distraught Ahsoka after her disaster mission over Ryloth.

reaching out – Anakin is always there...until he’s not. Ahsoka reflects on how different it is fighting and living without Anakin at her side. (angst)

help would come – Anakin and Ahsoka get stuck on an ice planet and things get dire. I chalked this full of parallels to the final conversation between Ani and Luke bc I love pain, I guess?

whump: ‘i’ve got you’ – Anakin pulls Ahsoka from a nightmare.

zen!Anakin ficlet — Ahsoka visits Anakin in his new job as Galaxy’s #1 Dad (well Plo Koon still exists so maybe #1.5?).

right as rain – Ahsoka insists she is fine when she is distinctly not.

snoozeville – Anakin and a few boys of the 501st find their Commander catching some extra z’s.

stitching up – Ahsoka performs some in-the-moment surgery for Anakin and he tries not to scream. *tw: field surgery

‘platonic spooning’ prompt fill – do I need a summary after that?

sad hours: dancing – Anakin and Ahsoka dance in the aftermath of tragedy.

rainy ending given to a perfect day – Anakin and Ahsoka take a trip into downtown Coruscant.

Anakin and Padmé: Abi Tries and fails To Write Romance (tagged: #anidala)

not enough – Anakin has a hard time with the Mortis fall-out. Padmé doesn’t know how to help someone who doesn’t want it. some painful connections between Ahsoka and Shmi are made. (angst, no happy ending, trouble in paradise)

I will not have this baby in a jail cell – some fluff, some crack, some Anakin-being-so-proud-of-his-badass-wife.

marcid – domestic fluff in which Padmé almost shoots him. ha. oops!

rubatosis – angsty anidala hours. Anakin can’t go to sleep.

Obi-Wan and Satine: Abi Tries and fails some more To Write Romance (tagged #obitine)

don’t go – Obi-Wan makes a choice. *year on the run timeline

that’s mine – some happiness AU obitine. waking up next to each other. laughing. all the sappy stuff.

accidental keldabe kiss – all the ridiculous tropes I love with our favourite pining idiots. it’s the ‘kiss me so they don’t see us!’ trope!!!! *year on the run timeline

you’re shaking – Satine knows Obi-Wan more than he’d like. *year on the run

Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, Padmé: Space Found Family In Whatever Form It Comes

i want your midnights – the gang attends a New Year's banquet (read: party) and Padmé surprises them all with her midnight kiss.

flair for dramatics – when the gang gets their ship stranded on a desert planet, Anakin and Ahsoka get creative as they try to keep spirits up and minds off the sweltering heat. Obi-Wan questions his sanity. (crack fic turned fluff)

nothing a cup of tea can’t fix – when Anakin shows up to Obi-Wan's quarters in the middle of the night, the Jedi Master knows something has gone awry. answering Anakin's desperate cry for help, Obi-Wan is reminded of how very, very prone to dramatics his former Padawan and Grand Padawan are. (or: Ahsoka gets sick and Anakin flips his shit.) (sickfic)

in the sandstorm – when Tatooine's weather takes a turn for the worst, Ben Kenobi finds a young boy in need of shelter and some lessons on how wonderful his dad had been. (luke and obi-wan hurt/comfort)

remembering hurts – Rex and Ahsoka strive to survive on the snowy moon in the days after Order 66. tensions are high and emotions are volatile.

balter – disaster trio dances at a senatorial ball.

reunion – au where Anakin doesn’t completely turn to the dark side but everything up to and including Mustafar (except for the last like...five minutes) happens. Padmé has the twins, Obi-Wan is overwhelmed, Anakin is a mess. they’re happy...or at least, they will be soon.

‘cookies’ prompt fill – disaster trio makes cookies for the crechelings for Life Day. (just fluff and banter)

first ever codywan! – Cody does some bedside vigil for a hurt Obi-Wan. :’)

transponster – disaster trio is tired and delusional. Rex and Cody want Jedi to have some kriffing self-preservation.

one final salute — Obi-Wan and Cody get trapped. Obi-Wan’s luck is running out. (angst? angst.)

codywan whump – Cody saves Obi-Wan’s life. again. (more fluff than whump)

girls’ night – Ahsoka hangs out with her mom pal Padmé.

driving lessons – Obi-Wan and Anakin teach Ahsoka to drive. ha.

affectionate obi – the kids get Obi-Wan a puppy. fluff!

sorry I don’t speak idiot – Rex and Fives deal with a drunk Echo :’)

post deception disaster trio sadness – Ahsoka tries to keep Obi-Wan company in the aftermath of Rako Hardeen...but Anakin isn’t playing nice.

verklempt – Ahsoka and Yoda talk about being chosen. and Ahsoka finds out maybe she hasn’t been left behind afterall. *pre-TCW

apricity – disaster trio have a picnic at the temple! just pure fluff.

pyrrhic – codywan but make it angsty. some battles are won at too great a cost.

disaster trio sickfic – two Jedi dads and their (sick) daughter :’)

‘you’ve been here this whole time?’ – newlyweds anidala (but shh, Obi-Wan doesn’t know that! yes he does, everyone does.) are there when Obi-Wan wakes up and he ownders just what he did to get so lucky.

Febuwhump 2021: A Foray into Hurting the Characters I Love the Most

mind control – Anakin’s narrative as he fights Ahsoka on Mortis. sad boy hours. a lot of insecurity happening here.

‘I can’t take this anymore’ – during the Obitine (plus third-wheel Qui-Gon) year on the run, Satine gets tired of Obi-Wan trying to die for her. a bit hurt/comfort, a lot sappy.

imprisonment – on their first mission together, Obi & Ani get captured. Anakin learns how Obi-Wan feels about tight spaces.

coma – post deception arc. Obi-Wan goes into a coma after a particularly intense conversation with Anakin. Anakin tells Obi’s unconscious body how he’s feeling. angst, angst, angst. there’s your warning.

‘take me instead’ – Anakin escorts Padmé on a diplomatic mission but things get dicey and quick decisions must be made. Anakin isn’t the only one in this relationship willing to be an idiot for the sake of *love.* (or: another attempt to write Anidala in a convincing way because they give me a tough! time! so this time make it...dangerous)

insomnia – Anakin overhears a late night holo-call and learns that his Master has a...friend that is a girl???? and is pretty???? but also that his Master may need some fixing and he thinks he may just be the nine-year-old for the job.

poisoning – Ahsoka gets drugged and Anakin gets...er...angry. (read: dark)

‘hey, hey, this is no time to sleep’ – as Ahsoka and Anakin wait for help, Anakin tells a story. an ancient monster in the heart of Tatooine...waiting for it's day of reckoning. (or: Ahsoka gets dehydrated and Anakin can't deny his hurting sister/padawan anything so he talks a little bit about home.)

buried alive – Anakin reflects on some things as his Padawan tries to rescue him from the rubble. angst!!!!!!!!!

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know’ – the Council loses a planet and Obi & Ani get tasked with finding it, but after nine hyperspace jumps and a painful discovery, Obi-Wan teaches his former Padawan one more lesson. (or: the boys talk about failure and feelings when Obi-Wan finds out Anakin's mechno-arm has been causing pain for a couple years)

hallucinations – Ahsoka tries to fix things. it doesn’t work. (post-order 66) angst

‘who are you?’ – Anakin and Ahsoka rescue Obi-Wan, but things aren’t okay and Obi-Wan doesn’t recognise Anakin. (or: Obi is tortured for information about the fall of the Republic before it happens and goes a bit mad bc of it)

‘I didn’t mean it’ – Obi-Wan learns how cold and unfeeling his young Padawan thinks he is and has a rough day. angst

burned – Anakin mourns the loss of his Padawan in a tactile way. Obi-Wan watches. (or: Anakin throws Ahsoka’s Padawan beads into a fire)

‘I wish I have never given you a chance’ – Obi-Wan is reminded of his own incompetence through a vision form his old master.

you have to let me go – Ahsoka has one heirloom: a hologram of her old master as a padawan. but it’s time to let the past go and step into the future, with help from an old friend.

#my fic #maybe I'll go give creative names to some of these prompt request fills someday but #probably not #anyway I definitely should have been doing things other than making this tonight but HERE WE ARE #:)#also at the time of me typing this I have 49 fics listed on here #which is so crazy to me #bc I just started writing in september and if you had told me I would have 50 fics in five months I would have laughed at you #and its so fun and cringey to look back at some of these #its only been a few months but my writing has CHANGED #(hopefully for the better?)#anyway yay! an organised archive!#sw fanfiction

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majorshiraharu · 4 years

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Hiya! Hope your doing well! I thought I'd ask for a little fic as times be shitty atm.

Intimacy:

57 - secretly dating

7 - kidding scars

8 - interrupting kiss

There's a ball at the Jedi temple. Jedi Reader and Wolffe sit in the background cage they aren't really party people, they leave to converse on a balcony under fireworks releaved to be away from the battlefeild.

Thankyou so much! No rush and take care.

----------------------------------------------- I'm sorry to hear times are shitty for you. Hope things start getting better soon! Hugs <3 ---------------------------------------------- Commander Wolffe x Gender Neutral Jedi Reader ---------------------------------------------- "Hey Wolffe," you said walking up to him. He was leaning against the wall on the far side of the ballroom. Typically, this large room was used for Jedi ceremonies or events, but today the senate and Jedi were using it to host a large party, even the Chancellor was here. You were here since you were a Jedi, but Wolffe, he came for different reasons. No one yet knew, but the both of you were actually dating. He had come to the party with Master Plo Koon, who had offered Wolffe join him, so he could keep watch over the guests, as extra security. Unbeknownst to you and Wolffe, Master Plo was just hoping to get you two sometime together. It had been a few weeks since you saw Wolffe and Plo could sense that something was affecting him. Even though Wolffe strongly disliked parties he was hopeful. It would give you both a cover as you spent time together, "Hey Y/N, I've been waiting for you,” he replied giving you a small smile. "You could have joined me when I was over there talking to Master Plo, he mentioned he's worried about you." "I didn't want to interrupt any conversations you were having. Oh, he did..." Wolffe pushed himself off the wall now standing straight in front of you, gently taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't help but smile, he was very good a subtly showing his affection when both of you were in public. "Do you want to go out on the balcony? It's a little quieter out there, so we can talk better and it’s more private." You say pulling him towards you as you stepped back, turning around to walk to the balcony, him following behind you.

“So what did General Plo mention about me?” He asked as the two of you walked. “He said that he sensed you being sad lately and that you had become overwhelmed or distracted with certain tasks.” “Ah...so he did notice.” “Wolffe, he’s a Jedi Master, it’s kinda hard to fool them, besides, he just thought that maybe you could use some time away from just mission reports and battlefields.” When you turned to look at him, you saw a small smile on his face.

As you get out of the room and into the fresh air, you take a deep breath in, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. He watches you with a lopsided smile on his face, tugging your hand to follow him to a corner which was out of view of the large windows. The sound of fireworks begins to fill the air, seeing them shoot out into the dark sky, some exploding into the Republic’s symbol. The colorful explosions light up Wolffe's beautiful brown skin, some of them reflecting in his mismatched eyes as he looked up at the fireworks. "Your eyes are so beautiful," you whispered to him, snaking your arm around his as you leaned closer to him. He looks at you smirking as he shook his head. "I think you mean eye, and it's nothing special..." His response made you pout, turning him to face you, taking his face into your hands as you look directly into his eyes. "I meant what I said Wolffe, both your eyes are beautiful in their own ways," you say leaning in to place a kiss on the scar that ran down the right side of his face, over where his eye was. His eyelid closed over his cybernetic eye as you placed a soft and warm kiss against the skin, trailing delicate kisses down his face. He pretended to be indifferent to your sign of affection, only lifting his other brow as he looked at you. Taking his chin in your hand, you pull him close again and place kisses on his scar once more, this time doing it to tease him some. His hands glide up the sides of your body as they begin to tickle you, forcing you to pull away from him. "Wolffe," you huffed, trying to hide your smile. "Hmm, what is it?" he said, moving his face closer to yours, stopping just shy of your lips, smirking at you as you got flustered. "So, what is --" before he even has a chance to finish your arms loop around his neck as your lips collided against his, fingers gently scraping against his scalp as he hummed. His arms move around your body, pulling you flush with him as he deepened the kiss. The sound of someone's footsteps are masked by the fireworks until they're walking out onto the balcony. Quickly the both of you pulled away from each other, pretending to just be standing there, hoping the person didn't notice.

As you turn to look at the figure, they also turn as they notice both of you standing there. "Padmé!" You said slightly surprised to see her alone out here." "Oh Y/N, and Commander Wolffe, is it?" She says with a smile, stepping closer to the both of you. "Yes ma'am," he responded, standing a little more straight than before as he bowed his head slightly. "Are you guys out here to enjoy the fresh air too?" She asked. "Yeah, we aren't really that into parties, so we --" you didn't have a chance to finish as someone came out onto the balcony saying Padmé's name. "Padmé I uh....um...hey...." Anakin said, almost tripping over the door frame and his own words. "Master Skywalker," you say, trying to hold back a laugh. "Uh... Hello Y/N and um Wolffe, what are you doing here? I thought the Coruscant Guard was doing guard duties. Wolffe is taken aback by Anakin's direct question, but stands composed, giving no sign of emotion on his face as he responded, "General Plo wanted me to come along as...uh, extra security." "Oh, I didn't know Master Plo was here tonight, then again I only just got here." "So... what are you doing here, and why are you shouting around for Padmé, I thought you hated these parties," you say with a grin, as you looked at him and Padmé, both of their faces turning more flush as they nervously looked at each other. Luckily for him, someone calls his name, and he quickly removes himself from this awkward situation to go see who it is. Through the windows you see Ahsoka, she tells Anakin that Obi-Wan is looking for him and that it's about something important, Padmé excuses herself to join them. "Well, that was --" you cut Wolffe off, moving him back to where you two had previously stood, sliding your arms around his neck, "Fun, interesting, exhilarating?" You joked, making him let out a small huff as he laughed. - He looks at your loving expression as if all your emotions were visible to him in just your eyes alone, "I'm sorry we couldn't go out tonight, and that I ship out tomorrow..." his expression turns sad as he almost chokes up on his own words, tears building in the corners of his eyes. "Wolffe," you gently whispered, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing away the tears with your thumbs as you placed a kiss on his lips, "We both have our duties, it's nothing to apologize for, sadly it's out of our control. - I'm thankful for any amount of time we can share." He thinks over your words as he looks at you, — "I love you," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss you.

- Both of you hugged each other tightly as you focused your attention back on the fireworks that were still going off, it almost reminded you both of the many battlefields you fought on. When you'd look up at the stars on some distant planet, hoping the other was also looking up at that same sky.

#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #wolffe #wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x jedi reader #wolffe x jedi reader #gender neutral reader #the clone wars #commander wolffe request #request #sorry this took a while D: it got a little long xD #majorshiraharu answers #the-blue-clone-boys

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chokemeanakin · 4 years

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Anakin and a super giggly reader? Like laughing gas giggly? Or if youre wanting fun times request, him seeing reader jealous of the way girls look at him and Ani showing her he only had eyes for her?

I did both :) Hope you enjoy <3

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Anakin with a giggly reader headcanons (gn)

Normally you’re not this giggly. Don’t get me wrong, you love to laugh and have a good time, but something is off about you today. Anakin notices right away.

He walks into your apartment to bring you some lunch to find you poking at R2, who beeps in annoyance while you laugh at him. He rolls around you, poking you back with his metal utility arm which only sends you into more fits of laughter. You chase him around and try to hug him but he wheels away from you as fast as you can.

Anakin watches you for a moment, a smile on his lips before he realizes how weird you’re acting.

”Y/n?” you turn when he calls your name and your face lights up once again. You run towards him and take the food and when you see he’s brought you your favorite drink, you fall backward onto the couch and start sipping it, a content smile on your face. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

You finish about half of the drink before you decide to answer. “Obi-Wan gave me like 6 pills for my headache. I feel great!”

”He gave you how many pills?”

Anakin has to stop himself from turning around and hunting Obi-Wan down. Shouldn’t he of all people know how to dose someone correctly? And why didn’t he at least stay with you to supervise you if he knew he messed up?

”Stop pouting,” you giggled and poked his cheek. “It’s not really his fault. He was in a rush somewhere so he left R2 with me. R2 where’d you go?”

He beeped warily from the corner.

Anakin got you to tell him which pills exactly Obi-Wan gave you, and figured out that you were only supposed to get 2 pills at the most. Thank god they weren’t lethal, and side-effects of over dosing were… he guessed it… extreme euphoria.

He releases R2 from babysitting duties and takes over. He wrangles you to the couch where he hopes you can watch a show on the tv until the pills work its way through your system, but everything the screen flashes hurls you into fits of ab-aching laughter.

You end up in tears, rolling around on the ground, and even Anakin can’t help but smile and shake his head at your ridiculous state. He turns the tv off when you plop onto him and refuse to get off, just playing with his hair and running your fingers over the planes of his face.

Your face gets serious, and then suddenly breaks out into a huge grin, over and over like a cycle. You laugh, but won’t tell him what’s so funny.

He knows you’re not in the right state of mind, but he thinks you’re beautiful when you smile and takes full advantage of the opportunity to stare at it shamelessly.

Then the second side-effect of overdosing takes place, and you pass out cold right on top of him.

Anakin Skywalker x Jealous/Insecure Reader (fem)

You had no issue with keeping your and Anakin’s relationship a secret. You weren’t going to stand in the way of his Jedi career, and honestly sneaking around had a bit of a thrill to it. It was only moments like this when you hated not being about to claim Anakin as yours in front of the entire world.

You were taking a break from your tasks of the day and sat on a bench in the garden, eating your lunch as you watched Anakin and Obi-Wan train before you. It was hot out, so the boys had taken their shirts off long ago-- not that you were complaining.

You tried to observe Anakin as innocently as possible-- the way his muscles moved as he swung his lightsaber, how his hair stuck to his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down his chest. He was literally glowing in the sunlight. Your heart swelled at the sight of him.

This beautiful man… and he was all yours.

It was then that you heard the giggling. You turned your head to see through the bushes. Senator Padme Amidala was leading a group of three of her friends-- handmaidens, from back when she was Queen-- through the gardens. They had stopped just outside the clearing you were in and were watching, pointing, and giggling at the two boys training. They hadn’t seemed to notice you yet.

Padme walked casually into the clearing, and your heart sunk as the three girls followed behind. They were all beautiful. Not just Padme, with her chocolate brown eyes, endless curls, and soft face. But the girls behind her were all tall, slim, and jaw-droppingly lovely. All four of them seemed to radiate like angels under the afternoon sun.

“Good evening, General Skywalker. Master Kenobi,” Padme greeted with a sweet smile. You knew Padme was an old flame of Anakin’s, but it never really bothered you. He always assured you it was just a little childhood crush, nothing more, and you trusted him. But something about her was making your blood boil now.

“Senator,” Anakin bowed his head in greeting, deactivating his saber. He bent to retrieve his shirt from the ground and wiped the sweat away from his face, giving the girls a full show of his glistening muscles in the process. “What brings you out here?”

“My friends from Naboo are visiting and I thought I’d show them around the gardens. Then I saw you two training and thought I might introduce them to two of the finest Jedi in the galaxy.”

The girls’ laughter tinkled like bells in the air, and Padme kept that same sugary-grin plastered on her face.

Padme is a friend, you had to remind yourself. She means no harm.

She stepped aside and gestured to the girls, introducing them as Samé, Moté, and Rowé. They each bowed in turn, long curtains of hair almost brushing the ground, and returning to a standing position with equally gorgeous, shy smiles.

Anakin crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow playfully. “I don’t know if we’re the two ‘finest’ Jedi in the galaxy, but your input is appreciated. It’s a pleasure to meet you three.”

This made the girls erupt in another fit of giggles. You wanted to gouge your eyes out.

“Well,” he looked from you to Obi-Wan, not really knowing what to do next. Yet, always the charmer, he offered, “Obi-Wan and I are still in the midst of training, if you would like to stay for a bit. You can sit on the bench with Y/n over there. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing.”

You wanted to crawl into a hole when he pointed you out. All eyes were on you, and you forced your scowl into a pained smile.

“Sure,” you forced a kind tone, scooching over to give them all a place to sit. They all glided over to you, their dresses floating behind them in the breeze.

As soon as Padme sat next to you, you were enveloped in the scent of daisies and vanilla. You wanted to cry. Why did they all get to be so beautiful and smell good?

“Hello Y/n,” Padme greeted with that same sweet smile. Her eyes looked golden in the sunlight. “Are you eating lunch?”

Suddenly, being surrounded by girls who were far taller and toned than you were made your stomach stop grumbling. You put the sandwich that you had been gripping too hard back into your bag, and kicked it under the bench.

“I was just finishing,” you told her.

She nodded, kind face still trained on you as the other girls’ attention was solely focused on the two dueling men before you.

“I’m sorry about barging in… I didn’t mean to intrude. My friends have never met a Jedi before, and when I told them about Anakin and Obi-Wan they were so excited to meet them.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” you folded your hands in your lap, nails digging into the skin of your palms. “You weren’t interrupting anything. And I’m sure Anakin and Obi-Wan would love to show off a little bit.”

“Of course they would. They won’t admit it, but they both have a bit of an ego... as I’m sure you already know,” Padme laughed lightly, her smile blinding you. Then she turned her attention to the Jedi.

The five of you watched them train for a while. Samé, Moté, and Rowé oohed and ahhed at different times, gasping when the fighting got intense, and crossing and uncrossing their legs. You managed to quell the anger burning in your chest during this time, reminding yourself of how childish you were being. So what a couple of beautiful women were practically drooling over your boyfriend? It’s not like Anakin was even acknowledging them.

You couldn’t help but listen in on their conversations though. It started with a “He’s very cute, don’t you think?” and continued on to “Look at his muscles,” “Look how fit,” “That is one gorgeous man Padme, how have you never thought about courting him?”

“Ladies,” Padme gently quieted their giggling. “Jedi cannot form attachments. You can observe all you want, but acting on any attraction would be disrespectful.”

You could just about kiss Padme.

But the comments didn’t stop. They kept talking about him-- his eyes, his hair, his mouth. His power, physique, strength, everything. It went on and on.

“What about Obi-Wan?” you spoke up. The girls quieted, and surveyed, and the middle girl spoke.

“He’s also very nice,” she admitted. “I’d take either of them, honestly, but my first choice would have to be the Skywalker guy.”

Your blood started to spike again. They’re not deli meats, you wanted to snap. You can’t own them.

Your jealousy was hypocritical. You knew this. That’s why you stayed rooted to the spot, not a peep coming out of your mouth.

It was only when the girls began shouting requests-- “Anakin, twirl your lightsaber behind your back again! Anakin do a backflip! Anakin, float me that flower with the force!”-- that you had had enough.

He had obliged to their requests. Of course he did. He was a gentleman, after all, and ignoring them would have been rude. But watching that rose-- your favorite flower-- fly through the air and gently tuck into Rowé’s silky smooth hair had you shooting to your feet, grabbing your bag from under the bench, and muttering an excuse to leave to Padme. You were out of the gardens before anyone could question you.

You stormed into your apartment, clenching and unclenching your fists as you paced.

It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, you chanted in your head.

You stopped your pacing when you caught your reflection in the mirror. You stared at yourself, unable to stop comparing yourself to the girls in the garden.

It’s not that you weren’t pretty. You thought you were… at least before today. But you had never been the most confident in your looks to begin with, and seeing those girls interact with Anakin today felt like a punch in the gut.

He could do so much better.

You weren’t as thin as them, you didn’t wear flowy dresses, or float on elegant footsteps, or have miles and miles of silky smooth hair. You suddenly felt too big, too ugly, too disgusting.

All the confidence you had worked up in order to be with Anakin… gone.

Suddenly, the door to your apartment opened. You quickly wiped away the tear that had escaped from your eye and turned away from the mirror, heading to the bookshelf to look busy.

“Y/n?” Anakin asked, peering around the corner for you. You kept your back turned, trying to stop the sudden onslaught of tears as you pretended to organize the bookshelf. “You’re upset. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not--” oh, what was the use? Of course he could tell you were crying. It was that damn force perception of his that made it virtually impossible for you to hide any kind of emotion from him. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he pressed, walking up behind you. Carefully, he put a hand on your shoulder. “You can talk to me.”

“It’s stupid.”

“If it’s hurting you, it’s not stupid.”

“I’m being immature. I just need to get over it.”

Anakin was quiet for a moment. “Is this about Padme’s friends?”

You squeezed your eyes closed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Anakin spun you around to face him, but you brought your hands up to cover your face.

“I don’t know why you even like me,” you whispered thickly, tears still choking you up. “I’m disgusting compared to them.”

The words burned your tongue as they left your mouth. You had never been so open about your insecurities with Anakin, not like this at least. You had always put on a brave face before him, tried to exude confidence. He said he liked that about you. But now… he was really seeing you at your worst. And you were fully prepared for his feelings to change due to it.

“Y/n,” Anakin said. His voice was clipped, angry. “Y/n, look at me.”

He took your chin in his hand and forced your face up. You dropped your hands from your face, but kept your eyes cast downward shamefully. You could not bear to look him in his beautiful, angry face or you were pretty sure you would lose it altogether.

Instead of snapping at you, which you were preparing for, you felt the ghost of Anakin’s lips trace the skin of your jaw. He pressed a kiss beneath your ear, then the side of your neck, then the junction between your neck and shoulder. He made his way back up, leaving gentle, scalding kisses all over your face and neck. He kissed away a tear that had escaped, swiping another dry with his thumb. He kissed you until you felt okay enough to look him in the eyes.

“There’s my girl,” he grinned. Perfect. Gorgeous. Totally out of your league.

He held your face between both of his hands so you could not escape the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore into you like lasers, stripping you completely bare. With your incredibly low self-esteem, he very well might as well have.

“Stop,” you muttered. You didn’t want to hear him try to build your confidence back up. There was no going back after the images of those beautiful girls plagued your mind from today.

Anakin pursed his lips and sighed. “Baby,” he smoothed his hand over your hair soothingly, eyes following his movements. “You don’t see what I see.”

“I don’t need to,” you argued. “Not when there’s people like them walking around.”

“But they’re not you,” Anakin’s voice was fierce. “There are so many beautiful people walking around in this galaxy, billions probably, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. But I am attracted to you, Y/n. I love you. And no one else.”

“Why, though?” you couldn’t help but ask. The memory of the flower tucking itself into Rowé’s hair came flashing back into your mind. Her glittering smile. The fluttering eyelashes. The rosy blush painting her cheeks.

Anakin released your face and grabbed your hand instead. “Come here,” he ordered, leading you to the mirror you had been looking at. He positioned you in front of him and stood behind you, arms wrapped around you and chin resting on your shoulder. A king draped over a peasant.

“Let me tell you what I see,” his deep voice murmured in your ear. He started with your arms, running his hands lightly from your shoulders, dipping into the curves of your elbows, tracing a line down your forearm, and entwining his fingers with yours. “These are beautiful,” his eyes were focused on your reflection.

He brought his hands back up, then began trailing them down your sides, holding your waist between his large hands and pressing his palms flat against your stomach. “This is beautiful.”

His hands made their way down to your hips, where you had to stop yourself from squirming. You were ticklish there. His hands fit perfectly over your curves, and he breathed, “This is beautiful.”

He got on his knees suddenly, shifting so that he was in front of you. Your face was on fire as his hands continued their journey down, over the tops of your thighs, to your knees, fitting over your calves and holding your ankles. “These are beautiful,” he looked up at you.

He got up, and caught your chin in his hand again. “And this,” he whispered, breath fanning over your lips. He raked his eyes up and down your face, shamelessly admiring it. “This is the most beautiful of all.”

He captured your lips in his after saying this, feeling the heat pool in your cheeks with his hands. The kiss was soft, and short, and sweet. But it turned you into a pool of jelly under his ministrations, your knees going weak and eyes brimming with tears for a different reason than earlier.

“There is no need to be self-conscious,” he spoke when he broke away. “There’s no need to compare yourself to other girls. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing is ever going to change that.”

No words would ever be good enough to show your gratitude toward Anakin. Your solution-- press your lips to his again, and show him how good he made you feel.

#take a shot every time someone says ‘beautiful’#anakinskywalker x reader #star wars prequals #soft anakin #anakin skywalker #jealous reader #insecure reader #anakin fluff

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damnedparker · 3 years

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ease

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: food mention, obi-wan being the sweetest

summary: obi-wan takes care of you when you have a headache.

also posted on ao3

a few obi-wan fluff burbs have been sitting around on my computer since i fell in love with him so i figured i’d post one of them. more fluff from me? who would have guessed. i’m a sap

It was quite a challenge to hold back an audible groan at the pain throbbing in your head as you made your way through the halls of the temple. The lights were far too bright, and, having just gotten out of a meeting with a few of the other Jedi Masters, your head was racing with thoughts that you wish, for the love of the Maker, would just stop.

Finally, you stopped at the all-too familiar door and knocked, only having to wait a second or two before you got a reply to come in, and you trudged into Obi-Wan’s quarters, only to find the gracious sight of the man’s bare back. His freckled skin was still damp, a few droplets hanging onto his shoulders as he shuffled through his closet, probably for something to wear.

“You let everyone in without question while you’re in such a vulnerable state?” You took a moment to openly stare at his form, only covered by a towel he was lazily grasping at his waist. It wasn’t often you could openly admire the way his freckles spread over his shoulders, fading out over his back and giving way to littered scars from past battles. These were now mixed with a few new purpling bruises. It took quite the amount self-control not to rush over and press loving kisses over each individual mark.

“I could tell it was you, your thoughts are quite loud,” he remarked, teasing as usual, before turning to you. “I thought you weren’t coming until later, darling.” Your self-control grew thin as you moved towards his now open arms, pressing your face into his bare chest, still warm from his shower. Obi-Wan smelled just a bit more strongly of his usual scent, something a bit citrusy and spicy; clean and comforting. He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, letting you hang on to him.

“I excused myself on account of my head feeling like it’s going to implode.” You mumbled. His chest vibrated against your cheek as he let out a hum of acknowledgement. He massaged his fingers against your lower spine as you indulged in the hug for a bit longer before finally pulling away. “Sorry, I would’ve let you know I was coming, I’m just a bit out of it.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m always happy to see you. I’ve missed you, my love.” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to gingerly caress your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, giving him a simple nod in agreement. He had just recently gotten back from a mission that had left him absent from the Temple for far too long for your tastes, and you had only gotten a few moments with him upon his return the night before. The discreet hand squeeze and few quiet words were, simply put, not enough to sate your need to be in his presence again. It was all the two of you could get in before his lengthy debriefing, and him unintentionally falling asleep as soon as he reached his quarters in the early hours of the morning. You didn’t blame him of course, you could tell how weary the war was making him at times, and you were thankful he just came back to you in one piece. Affectionate moments in private could wait until he was fully rested and well. “As much as I’m fond of this position, I think we could continue this more comfortably once I’m dressed.”

“I mean, I’m not complaining…” You shrugged, trying your best to give him pleading eyes. He only cocked his eyebrow in response, a small smile crossing his lips at your flirting. Half your wishes were crushed as he pulled on a pair of lounging trousers.

Soon enough, he was joining you on the small loveseat in his quarters. His hand went straight for your thigh, giving your leg an affectionate squeeze.

“Have you eaten today?” Obi-Wan kept his voice soft, not wanting to irritate your headache. You thought for a moment, realizing you hadn’t really had anything aside from a bland ration pack leftover in the pocket of your robes, not having the energy or appetite to find any real food. “I’m going to assume that’s a no, then.” You almost let out an audible whine once he stood, his comforting warmth leaving your side. “I’ll bring us back some food from Dex’s, why don’t you lay down for a while and rest?”

“Obi…”

“Eating something will surely help that headache of yours, no?” He fixed you with an assertive look, stubborn as ever, but for your own good. You sighed and mumbled something childish under your breath. Although you knew he was right, all you really wanted was to curl up with him for the rest of the night. You sunk into the cushions of the loveseat, laying down, as he returned to his closet to put on a shirt. You found yourself drifting off a bit almost immediately, only to be stirred by a blanket being thrown over your form and lips meeting your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open to meet Obi’s gentle blue gaze, a soft smile. “I won’t be long, angel.”

Your quick nap was only woken by the whoosh of the door to Obi-Wan’s living quarters opening, the scent of something delicious wafting to your unmoved position on the loveseat. You hadn’t really felt hungry all day, but the smell of food had suddenly roused your appetite.

“How’s that head of yours, sweet one?” His lips quirked up in a small smile at your tired form, still wrapped in a blanket, now sitting. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and scooted over to make room for him next to you, which wasn’t really necessary as he sat as close as possible to you. You shrugged in lieu of a response and reached for a bite of food. “I see your hunger has overtaken your ability to speak.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled through a mouthful. Obi-Wan just chuckled softly and kissed your head before moving to eat as well.

The food was ravished after a short amount of time, and you almost instinctually sunk into the warm embrace of the Jedi next to you, headache now a dull throb. He gently ran his thumb over your hip with the arm placed securely at your waist, nudging his head affectionately against yours.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you, Obi.” You sighed, pressing a kiss onto his bearded jaw. He hummed, gently guiding you over to his bed to lay down for the night. Like clockwork, the Jedi pulled you half on top of him, holding you securely to his chest and sighing in content. “I really missed you.”

“I sure hope so,” he remarked, earning a pinch from you. He chuckled, running his hand up and down your spine comfortingly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I don’t like seeing you so distressed.”

“Sometimes I think you’re the only reason I’m still functioning,” you sighed. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“I feel the same,” he squeezed you affectionately, mimicking a hug. “Whatever happens, be it a headache or something miles worse, I will be here for you, my darling. You are my life; do you know that?”

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” you murmured into his skin, as if the words would permanently etch themselves there. You wanted him to know that, now and forever. The both of you were entwined together for the rest of eternity, Jedi code be damned. He returned the words softly against your forehead and sealed them with a kiss.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n #obi wan fluff #star wars fluff #star wars x reader #star wars fic #my fics

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writer1 · 3 years

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A 501st christmas

Chapter 2

You all get the base decorated, it looks amazing. There's garland everywhere and bows, although now you all have to go out and buy more decorations for the tree. You're also going to buy more supplies for crafts to make ornaments.

You are already planning what to make, you're thinking of making little bulbes. You're going to have each person put a thumb print in brown paint and then paint them like little raindeer. There will be five deer on each bulb so if you get enough bulbs there should be enough for your whole family.

But that'll have to wait until tomorrow, right now you're in the kitchen making hot chocolate for everyone. You have 3 whole bags of marshmallows so that everyone can decide the amount, you hear Rex walk in, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"How's the hot chocolate coming, cyar'ika." He asks you, kissing your cheek again. You turn wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a soft, sweet kiss. He hums against your lips, reaching behind you to grab a marshmallow. He pulls away and plops it in his mouth as you glare at him.

"Seriously! Every time I have food, well this time you can't use "taste testing" as an excuse since I know that you've had marshmallows before." You snap, using air quotes as you speak. He raises an eyebrow and kisses your forehead, he knows that you aren't actually mad at him.

"I love you, cyare." He tells you, grabbing a bunch of cups and taking them out.

"Sucking up to me isn't going to get you anywhere, mister." You yell out as he leaves, hearing him laughing all the way out. You huff and grab the kettle's holding the hot chocolate, carrying them out, you pass Rex who's heading back in for more cups. You sit the kettles on the two large tables where everyone is seated.

You set the hot chocolate down at the first table, all the troopers lunge to be first and you laugh when Wooley comes out the winner. You walk over to your table, stopping all the troopers with a glare. You grab the cup that Gida has chosen and pour hers first.

"Here you go Gida, I'll go grab the marshmallows for you. And make sure you blow on it, it's hot." She nods and carefully starts blowing on the hot chocolate.

You chuckle and walk back into the kitchen, Rex has filled a box full of cups for his brothers. You grab the bags of marshmallows, carrying them out and handing it to Obi Wan first, then to the other table. You watch as Gida grabs a giant handful of marshmallows and stuffs them in her mouth.

"Gida!" Obi Wan exclaims and you chuckle, waving it off.

"It's fine, Obi Wan. I have many more where that came from, and save some for the hot chocolate Gida." You tell the little girl and she nods quickly, apologizing and grabbing a smaller handful for her cup. You pat her head as you walk by.

"No need to apologize, sweetheart. I would have done the same thing at your age." She smiles and nods, and you walk over to the hot chocolate.

Pouring two cup's of hot chocolate and putting a few marshmallows in it, you carry them over to where Rex is sitting. You sit beside him and hand him a hot chocolate, he smiles and kisses your cheek.

"Thanks, cyare." You smile as you grab a candy cane and start stirring your hot chocolate with it. Rex looks over at you.

"Why are you stirring it with a candy cane." You look over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Because it makes the hot chocolate taste minty." He squint's his eyes in confusion.

"Does it taste good?" You smirk at him.

"Yeah, you should try it!." Rex grabs his own candy cane, stirring his hot chocolate with it. He then takes a sip, eyes widening.

"That's pretty good." He says ectastically and you snicker at your boyfriend.

"I know, I'm glad you like it." You tell him, kissing his cheek. he hums when he sips his drink again, he loves the peppermint taste.

Everyone leaves after a few hours, Obi Wan carrying a sleeping Gida with him. You don't know how she can sleep after all those marshmallows and candy canes.

You and Rex head to your room, and you flop on the bed as soon as you step in. Rex chuckles at how tired you are, everyone did a lot of work decorating today and theres still more to do.

"Cyare, you should change into your pajama's first. It'll be uncomfortable sleeping in your clothes." you groan, not wanting to get up from your comfy bed. You push yourself up and change into your shirts and one of Rex's t-shirts, you look over at your boyfriend.

He's wearing a pair of his already ripped pants and no shirt, he stopped wearing them since they kept ripping from him transforming in his sleep. You smile at him as you walk over and lay in the bed, snuggling against Rex as you lay your head on your pillow. He lays down beside you, leaning over and kissing you forehead.

"Good night, Cyar'ika." He murmures quietly, making you smile.

"Goodnight, Rex. Love you." Your eyes grow heavy and start to drift close, Rex softly kisses your forehead again, whispering I love you, as you fall asleep.

×××

You wake up again, Rex's arm draped over you. As usual he's transformed in his sleep, you're pressed against his chest with his left arm draped over your waist and his right is wrapped under you in sort of a loose hug.

The way he holds you close in sleep makes you smile, you press your back closer to him, cuddling into his fur. You feel his grip tighten a little and he nuzzle's his chin against the top of your head.

"Good morning." He murmures, still drowsy from sleep. You turn over in his arms and kiss his chest since that's what you can reach, he pulls his arms tighter around you. He loves morning's like these with you, where he can just sit and cuddle, even if he's a werewolf.

"Good morning, Rex." You whisper as you close your eyes and nuzzle into him, it feels so peaceful right now. Rex chuckle's a little, he finds you cute when you nuzzle him. He strokes your cheek softly with his finger.

"It's time to get up Cyare." Rex nudges you a little as he sits up and you huff, you really don't want to get up but you do have things to do today.

You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up, getting out of the bed and grabbing your clothes. You take a shower and get dressed, ready to start your day. You walk back into your room from the refresher to see Rex sitting on the bed.

You walk over and kiss his forehead gently, you can tell that he's nervous. No matter how many times he leaves the room while in his Werewolf form he's still nervous every time, it's completely understandable though.

"Do you want to leave the room, Rex?" You ask him as usual, you want to make sure he's completely comfortable. If he says no you'll just stay in here and help him transform back to human.

"Yeah, I'd like to." Rex tells you with a nod, he finds it sweet that you always ask him. And you don't force him to leave if he doesn't want too. There's been days where he's wanted to turn human before leaving and you don't bat an eye, you just help him turn human.

"Okay, let's go." You punch in the code for the door and walk out, Rex following behind you. You head to the mess hall to grab some breakfast, as soon as you walk in Fives calls you from his table with Kix and Jesse.

You nod, grabbing your food and carrying it over to them. Rex follow's behind you, the breakfast is oat meal with brown sugar. You taught one of the troopers how to make it and they decided to cook it today.

"Hey y/n, Rex. We had fun last night, thanks for getting us the stuff to decorate the base." You smile at Fives.

"You're welcome, Fives. I had fun too." You take a bite of your oatmeal, humming in satisfaction at the taste.

"Gida should be back soon, we were thinking of playing out in the snow. What do you think?" Your eyes light up, that sounds like a great idea. You're so glad that Jesse came up with it.

"That's an amazing idea, that would be a fun way to spend the day. And after I can go grab the things we need. What do you think Rex?" You ask him, you don't know if he'll want to go outside like this.

"It's a great idea" you smile, it looks like you've got your plans for today, you can't believe that it's only six days until Christmas.

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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General Kenobi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, curse words I think, age gap (reader is legal)

Author’s Note: Hello there, I just started writing this and then it kept going and I just kept writing so here is this long af story that I literally just went crazy for 2 thousand and 4 hundred words but its what you deserve. This is also the first thing I wrote in 2020, I love that.

Requested: by @daphne-fandom-writing ,My dear friend (that I've met not a week ago) hello (there). You know I adore your writing. I also think you do age gaps better than I ever could. So I'm gonna request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader age gap smut if you're up for it😇

Summary: the request

Genre: smut, fluff at the end

Song:

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Beside the point that Obi-Wan wasn’t supposed to have romantic feelings for anyone, he was surely not supposed to have romantic feelings for his padawans friend who was quite a few years his junior. Alas however, that was what his heart now desired and every time you came around to see Anakin his heart stopped for a moment.

You were intelligent and if he was saying so, more compatible with him than Anakin was. He found you were always on the same wavelength about things, Jedi training wise along with just random stuff that came up in conversation. You were still a Jedi in training and he promised himself he would do nothing to sabotage your dreams of climbing up the ranks.

Still though, he couldn’t deny his feelings for you. Well he could but it was getting harder by the day. The more he saw you the more difficult it got.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’ve asked Y/N to join us today Master, her teacher is out on a mission that she couldn’t come to,” Anakin said as they stood in the elevator going down to the training rooms. Obi-Wan nearly choked on his saliva. It took him a moment to answer his padawan.

“That's fine,” was all he managed out.

Anakin was well aware of his Masters growing feelings for you and because he was so inthralld in Padme he figured it might be good for Obi-Wan. Not to mention he was also able to catch the way that you looked at him. You were both so intensely into each other sometimes Anakin felt like he was being inappropriate when he was in the room with you two.

The tension was unbearable. He hoped he wasn’t so obvious with Padme.

The two of them walked down the hall to the regular large room they trained at. You sat on one of the training mats, messing with your lightsaber, watching the blue move back and forth in front of you. At the sight of the two boys you stopped, smiling and putting your lightsaber down.

“Anakin!” you said, walking over and giving him a brief hug. It the best way to have an excuse to touch Obi-Wan if you hugged Anakin first.

“Obi-Wan, thank you so much for allowing me to join you today,” you said with a small smile and gave him a brief hug. Anakin rolled his eyes at his Masters flustered ways when he hugged you back.

“Of course, it's always a pleasure to have someone who listens to me at these sessions,” he joked, a charming smile on his face. Anakin moved across the room to the other side and sat on one of the mats while the two of you flirted for a moment.

The session went on for a long while of Obi-Wan just showing you and Anakin the few movements that you needed fixing in your stance and then you practiced together. You beat Anakin more times than he beat you but he was also tired and you were also trying to show off. There was a mutual agreement there that went unspoken.

“Anakin you need to plant your feet before making that swing, it opens your side for an attack,” Obi-Wan told him sternly. You stood back and put your lightsaber in the hilt, seeing from the clock that the session was to be over soon.

“Well than you fight her Master,” Anakin huffed, tired of having to be in the middle of the tension but also hoping it was the day the two of you would get together. A blush formed on Obi-Wan's face that was subtle but there.

“That's hardly appro-”

“Oh come on Obi-Wan. Don’t think you can handle it old man?” you teased and he raised an eyebrow. He knew you were trying to agitate him and it was working well. Anakin smiled at your words and moved off the mat.

“Well if you say it like that.” Obi-Wan brought out his lightsaber and the blue light rivaled your own, the soft hum able to over take your light nervous breathing.

“Don’t go easy on me sweetheart,” you teased. A charming smirk came over his face and he pounced where you deflected, on the defensive immediately. Anakin put his head in his palm as he sat on the floor, watching the two of you. You both moved with an easy grace against one another. Your lightsabers caught each other in front of you and you tried not to look at him through the blue glow in front of you two. Eventually you raised your arm, catching him in a weak spot while he looked at your face. You both stumbled away from one another, shaken by the force behind one anothers blow.

“It's a draw. I have to go meet a Senator,” Anakin said, standing. You didn’t look at him, instead at your lightsaber in your hand that you had closed but was still slightly shaking from the force you and Obi-Wan had been fighting out.

“You’re very skillful Y/N,” Obi-Wan said, practically ignoring his own padawan as Anakin left the room. You chuckled and met his eyes.

“You aren’t all bad either General Kenobi.” Your voice drawled out unintentionally but seeing his eyebrow raise at you calling him General made you glad you did. You walked closer to him, boots hitting the floor lightly. You had never been alone in the room with him before.

“Just Obi-Wan is fine,” he said smoothly, practically fully masking his feelings at you being so close to him in a room alone. Boldly, you stepped forward again grabbing his lightsaber from the hilt on his hip. Your fingers brushed his side and while both of you pretending not to notice it was obvious you both felt it.

“I have a book that I was wondering if you could take back to the council for me. I’m busy this afternoon and I understand you have a meeting?” He nodded and took his lightsaber back from you. You whined a bit unintentionally.

“Of course. Do you have it with you?”

“It's back in my chambers. It will only be a minute I promise.” You stepped back and toward the door opening. He nodded, following you out. You walked side by side to your room.

When you got there and the door shut behind the two of you, you grabbed the book off of your nightstand and stared at it, unable to give it to him for a moment. He watched the gears turning in your head.

“What is it?” he asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on your arm. You turn your head to look at him, smiling a bit.

“I know Jedi aren’t supposed to have feelings for others but I’m a little distraught about that rule,” you say as though it was a joke but he could hear the seriousness in your voice. His heart dropped a bit, selfishly hoping you were talking about him but sure you were talking about Anakin,

“It's a hard rule to live by.” You hesitated.

“Have you ever ...had feelings for another Jedi?” He let go of your arm and tried to look natural.

“Yes,” he breathed. Your eyes widened and your heart strings tugged.

“Who?” you whispered. He shook his head but was unable to back away from you.

“I shouldn’t-”

“Obi-Wan please.” Your voice sounded so mature in that moment as you pleaded with him. Like you had grown so tired after years of living.

“You.” His voice was barely audible but you caught it because you were looking for it. He waited a moment to hear your rejection and when it didn’t come he was going to speak again but you were setting the book down on your nightstand. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but your lips crashed onto his and he promptly closed them, gripping your sides to steady the both of you.

You shoved him onto the bed with a hard force and he didn’t have time to make a snarky comment before your lips were back on his. You sat on top of him, hands running through his hair as you kissed him roughly. You pulled away to look at him and make sure he was alright, that you weren’t doing anything he didn’t want.

“Oh don’t stop now,” he muttered with a snarky smile. You rolled your eyes and worked on his complicated outfit and getting it off, desperate to find more skin. If you didn’t have one just like it would have taken forever.

You laughed a little as he grabbed your own robes and you were both frustrated in getting one another's clothes off.

“This is the reason Jedi shouldn’t have sex, these damn robes,” you joked and he sat up, you still sitting on top of him. He finally made a breakthrough and your were naked other than your bra and underwear. He undid your hairdo just by kissing you again and roaming his hands through your hair. You finally kicked his clothes off as well as he kissed you.

Feeling your hands on his body made him feel a fierce urgency he had never felt before. A sense of need, needing to be in you, needing to be one with you. Your lips moved down his neck and he undid your bra through a moan while you grind your hips against his crotch.

He was done waiting. He had waited so long for this moment, for sure nothing was going to happen. But here you were, on top of him, your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his bare skin. He would have thrown out his lightsaber and his Jedi status if it meant you would never stop.

“I need you General Kenobi,” you muttered as you pulled away from his neck. He made a noise that sounded like a moan just at your words.

“What are you doing to me,” he whispered and you smiled, pulling off him and sliding off your last bit of clothes. He shrugged off his as well and you connected your lips to his again hungrily. He took his hand and lined himself up with you and you slowly sat down on him. You gasped in unison to the feeling and you clung to each other, your hands gripped his built shoulders and his hands on yours lips, nails digging into your skin.

“Y/N,” he muttered and you nodded, moving up and down, creating a pace. You moved a hand up to move his hair out of his face and stared at him as you moved, him staring right back. You kissed him again briefly and then stuck your head in the crook of his neck. Neither of you lasted very long and you came together, shaking against one another.

After a moment you pulled off him and you both collapsed on the bed beside each other. He threw an arm around you and snuggled closer to him, despite both of you being sweaty and tired from training and sex.

You put an arm around his stomach and traced lines into his chest with your finger. There was a moment of content silence as you came down and processed what just happened.

“Should we have done that?” he whispered. You laughed lowly and looked up at him.

“Well we can’t take it back now.” He shrugged.

“I liked it. Very much,” he said chuckling. You laughed a bit too, finger going up to his chin and then back down to his chest.

“I like you very much.” He smiled dreamily.

“You don’t care I’m...older than you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Sweetheart that is the least of our problems,” you said with a smile. He nodded, understanding. He seemed calmer now that he knew how you felt. Now that he had you in his arms.

“We can make it work.”

“Oh yes we can.” You sat up, looking down at him. He propped himself up with his elbow. “And you know what, I may be training with you and Anakin more. My Master is supposed to be gone for a few months. Very important mission.” He looked at you for a moment and then you smiled sneakily. “You did that. Oh my Maker, you sent her on a mission!” you said laughing. He shrugged.

“I didn’t know we would end up here but in hindsight I sure hoped we would.” You got up and grabbed his robe, putting it over your bare body. It was big on you, the sleeves falling over your fingers.

“You have a council meeting and I will be here when you return. I’ve stolen your robe so you have to come back.” You threw him his other clothes and he started to put them back on.

“I would have come back either way. You’re officially stuck to my side.” You smiled and handed him your book.

“Oh darn what am I gonna do?” you teased. He kissed you softly when he was fully clothed and you melted into his lips, cursing when he pulled away.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered dreamily.

“Later General Kenobi.” He gave you a look and then the door clicked behind him. He walked down the hall a ways and didn’t even notice when he ran into Anakin. His padawan held up his hands to steady Obi-Wan.

“Focus on your surroundings Master,” he joked as Obi-Wan regained his composure.

“Thank you Anakin,” he said snarkily. Anakin was about to walk away when he caught a mark on his Masters neck that made him pause. He lifted up his hand and touched it, making Obi-Wan pull away, annoyed.

“Maker, you and Y/N-”

“Anakin Skywalker I will-”

“Well at least cover it. Where's your robe?” Obi-Wan didn’t meet Anakin's eyes, cursing himself for being so sloppy. He had just been so caught up in the moment. Anakin laughed, taking off his robe and handing it to Obi-Wan who took it with a sour look.

“Thank you,” he stammered. Anakin smiled.

“Anytime.”

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anakiinhighwalker · 2 years

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Star Wars boys (+ Ventress) w/ a Jedi s/o!

> Obi Wan Kenobi 🪐

Ooooh boy it’s difficult to love this man AND also be a Jedi. If you’ve ever seen the movie Tangled and watch how Rapunzel struggles to accept the fact she went outside of her tower, that’s how Obi Wan is.

A constant struggle between love and duty. Obi Wan loves you, he truly does, but he’s also a Jedi. And he needs to set a good example for all younglings and Padawans. He feels as if he has to live up to that famous mantle of General Kenobi, the man who killed Darth Maul when he was just a Padawan and who sees the lead in combat of the Clone War.

He’s distant :(. Not fault of yours, it’s just Obi Wan has a lot of battles to coordinate, lead, fight and win for the Republic. On top of that he also has to answer to the Jedi Council. And they could easily recognize your relationship with Obi Wan with how soft and warm his Force aura gets around you.

But at night, at the dead of night, when no Jedi travels within the tall and intimidating halls of the Temple, does love show itself. When it’s empty; nothing but its halls of beige and its ghosts of the past is when the true Obi Wan come out. Gentle hugs, tender moments that could never pass as ‘between friends’ if you two were ever caught. The strong, amorous touches and words are nothing but that; amorous. Between lovers.

He loves you with everything. You’re too much for him to give up to the Council or god forbid, another man.

In battles, Obi Wan puts a lot of faith that you won’t need his help or saving. He doesn’t want anyone to see what you two have because he had a moment of weakness and protected you so fiercely.

He’s always in the medbays, checking each soldier and each bed to make sure you’re not one of the injured.

Obi Wan pretends like Anakin doesn’t know, Anakin totally fucking knows. Anakin has known since he was a Padawan because of how much you hung out around Obi Wan before and after the war began. And thank god it’s Anakin because he isn’t any type of snitch!

“Anakin doesn’t know >:(“

“He just saw us makeout.”

There was one time you and Obi Wan went out to a war meeting with Anakin, Ahsoka and Plo Koon. You two were given questioning stares by Plo as he briefed everyone and Anakin looked like he was doing everything in his power to not to laugh.

You were completely left in the dark until you finally noticed how much bigger and baggier ‘your’ robe was. It dawned on you that you were wearing Obi Wan’s robes and barely bothered to notice in your hurry to the meeting room.

Why yes, you did force Anakin into secrecy and made the excuse that you and Obi Wan were simply having a meeting before the actual meeting and mixed the robe’s together.

:) you two r cute

> Anakin Skywalker 💫

It’s like Anakin does not care who sees or hears what he says or does to you. He’s so loose with the rules of “no pda” and “no affection”. You can’t count how many times he’d be hurrying kiss after kiss right before a Jedi Master turns the corner.

He’s very expressive with his love. And that can be so great for silent nights of cuddling or sharing a moment but it’s not so great for trying to keep Anakin from kissing your every face in ‘empty’ hallways. I mean, it’s not like you don’t like feeling his kisses and his hugs. It’s just you don’t want the Council to find out.

Anakin admires your lightsaber in his genius engineering way. You don’t think it’s anything fancy, just a lightsaber with a metal hilt but he thinks it’s beautiful. He likes to barely touch the metal and feel where the metal connects. It sort of soothes him. It makes him think about you and you just soothe his anger, his worries and his emotions.

Fighting in the battlefield makes it difficult to be with Anakin. The war has dampen your mood on a more than once occasion. With what you’ve both seen, there’s been many times you urged your clone comrades back into ships in a retreat, worried for Anakin who was still fighting. There were many times, where Anakin was in such a battle frenzy that you had to clash your own lightsaber with his to keep him from doing drastic or crazy things. As much as he dislikes it, you keep in check (or as in check you can keep Anakin Skywalker) and for that he respects what you do.

He’s a jealous man by nature. He’s possessive and protective. You’re never alone, no, Anakin is always there with you whenever you go into an unfamiliar place or planet. No one will ever get the chance to take you from him and no one will ever put you in danger without meeting the wrath of the Chosen One.

Meditating is made easier for him when you’re with him. It’s hard not be calm with you. He loves it when you look so focused and meditated because then he has an open opportunity to mess with you by tugging your nose gently or whispering things like gossip or jokes to you.

Fiery bf and enjoys the fact that you both get to destroy clankers together :)

> Din Djarin 🗡

He doesn’t understand much about the Jedi but he tries for you!! Like, yeah babe go fight people with your large lightsaber :)

He’s so taken back everytime you use the Force. He’s never really seen anyone besides Luke, Grogu and Ahsoka use it, so he’s always thought of it as more of a mystical thing. Kinda like a mythical power only the most powerful and experienced could use or the most naturally gifted could use. Not really a thing someone so close to him could do. He thinks it’s so incredible you can use it. He admires you.

He keeps your lightsaber maintained and SPOTLESS. His shiny Mandalorian armor speaks for itself. And he’d be extremely careful with your lightsaber because he views it as part of you like how he sees his armor as a part of himself. You appreciate how much he takes care of it.

Din understands that you and Grogu share that special bond that only two Force users have. He never gets jealous of that bond between you two because it’s not for him to say or do anything on something Jedi. He respects your Jedi ways as you respect his Mandalorian ways :).

He’s simply just a wonderful boyfriend.

He would want you to explain things about Jedi and things Jedi do that he doesn’t understand. He gets confused with your prophetic dreams and when you explain, you can’t explain what happens. You swear you can see the curiosity and the intrigue in his Mandalorian helmet.

Doesn’t know how to feel when you tell him some Jedi can read emotions and thoughts. Does that mean you know how much he truly loves you? Will you tell his friends and make him get teased? He can’t have Grogu giggling like a little gremlin because you told the baby yoda how much Din thinks about you.

Don’t tease ur poor boy, he stutters and that does not look super cool and super fly for a super tough Mandalorian.

> Han Solo 🥂

“Hey babe can you uh, use the Force or whatever to gimme my screwdriver?”

Han teases you absolutely. Which, how is that possible? You’re a Jedi! Literally a Force user! He probably asks you ridiculous questions like “what Jedi ghosts do you talk to and which ones your favorite? Do any of them like beer?”

And while yes, Han does tease and make you roll your eyes at his dumb questions and comments, you have to also understand how much Han respects and admires your strength. When you enter combat and Force choke a man for hurting Han? He’s simply in awe at your power.

YOU call HIM babygirl

Even though you’re a strong person, Han still does everything he can to protect you. He may not be a great Jedi Master who could stop everyone with simply Jedi mind trick but he’s very confident in his blaster skills. No matter what, Han will always be your first and last line of defense.

During boring rides in the Falcon, he’d ask you to do some weird/entertaining Jedi trick, like make Chewie’s lunch float or make Han work extra hard fixing some part of the Falcon with Jedi mind persuasion.

He once called you the light to his saber and you almost, almost left him in some star system. And Chewie was contemplating leaving you two both.

Okay but Han is incredibly protective of you. No Inquisitor, no Vader, no Emperor and definitely no Empire will ever put their hands on you. You and Chewie mean everything to him. Han loves you and he’d defy the odds to keep the Empire’s slimy paws off of you.

When you two come across Luke you’re ecstatic to meet him! You bond very easily with Luke about both being Force sensitive and having lightsabers. Han at first feels a little sidelined & jealous but he puts his feelings aside to let you bond with someone like you—something you’ve lacked. Besides, he’s gonna be the one holding you in your shared room. Not Luke.

Loving supportive bf :)

> Luke Skywalker 🧃

You met Luke right after the fall of the Empire so for him to meet another Jedi, it was such a magical and chaotic moment. He was out of it for a while with how you were everything he ever thought about.

You were charmed by his boyish charm. The way he’d talk to you about Obi Wan, the way he’d hear your story out, it was so nice to finally meet another Jedi like yourself! It was an instant bond—a love at first sight moment that happened. And ever since that faithful meeting, it’s been smooth sailing.

Helping Luke make his Jedi school, helping Luke deal with his phantom pain due to the loss of his hand, comforting him after horrible and vivid nightmares of Vader and Sidious, you were there for him. You were the ground he could come back to after getting so caught up in the skies. Rebuilding the Jedi was no easy task and he was so happy to have another Jedi there.

Luke is there for you, too. His love filled that empty spot in you and you feel so complete now. Luke promises you that one day, there will be Jedi taking care of all systems in the galaxy. He will be there to guide them and he will be there to rebuild a Jedi Order for you. You two won’t be alone anymore.

His school attracts multiple students. Of all kind. They are asked to shed themselves of biases and of ideologies for the sake of the new Jedi Order. You are there as the second command; helping the new younglings and even now your own Padawan grow in this new world without the oppressive grip of the Empire.

You and your beloved watch the Jedi slowly come back into the world to simply do good for everyone once more. You loved that you could witness it all, that Luke really kept his promise. You don’t think you’ll ever settle down. Not when Luke is right next to you.

Many nights of telling tall tales of adventure, battles and the Rebellion’s triumph over the Empire to the many younglings and the many Jedi sitting down, eagerly hearing how Master Luke was able to overcome great hardships.

:) you two grow old and watch as your successes pay off with many wonderful and powerful Jedi growing from your once little academy.

> Captain Rex 🌜

Rex calls you soldier (romantically) even when it’s suppose to be ‘Jedi Knight’ or ‘Commander’. You’re not sure why, but you accept it. It’s cute and it feels like your own nickname from him.

He thinks you’re a strong and capable Jedi. He will gladly lead his men into battle if you’re next to him leading the charge with him. The confidence you two have in battle and in combat amazes even Anakin.

There’s a reason General Skywalker’s fleet is so successful. Spoilers: it’s you and Rex ;).

Although you feel really bad for not following Jedi Code, you can’t really complain because the kisses and the strong embraces Rex gives you are worth more to you than any rank or any rule the Jedi have. It’s not really a struggle for you, more like an afterthought.

You are loved by his men. You love to encourage the clones and to tell them all how great they’ll be in battle. Besides Anakin, you’re probably his men’s favorite Jedi. Everytime you walk in, you’re greeted with many hello’s and cheerful smiles. And you enjoy how happy Rex seems to have his men appreciate and care for you.

Pressing kisses to his clone helmet before long battles and before going into missions alone.

Writing little love notes so tiny they can only fit in Rex’s pocket so he could constantly glance at them and have something to fight for.

Echo totally knows. But you’re so lucky ‘No Snitch Skywalker’ taught his men not to be snitches. So Echo just teases you two lovebirds before you two start fighting droids in the frontlines. There was a time where Rex destroyed two droids for overstepping an imaginary line that he considered too close to you. That confirmed Echo’s suspicion of his Captain being involved romantically with you; no clone fights that hard without a reason. Without an emotion playing a part.

10/10 bf :)

> Asajj Ventress 🌹

It’s literally a love game for her. Very playful and very sensual. She probably toys with you more than she does with Obi Wan or Anakin combined.

Catwoman and Batman type of dynamic. She always sneaks away from you before you can truly catch her. But, it’s not like you mind it. You’d never admit it to her, but you love the cat and mouse game you two play together. Ventress thinks you’re just the cutest Jedi.

When she’s betrayed by Dooku, you do everything in your Jedi power to find out if she’s okay. You were so worried until a slender and pale figure stood outside in your balcony. She stood there with an uneasy smile and uncharacteristically soft eyes. Your embrace felt like a home she didn’t really know. And your shared kiss was full of relief and passion.

Despite the games and the running away and the chasing, that soft underbelly of your relationship is everything when it rears its head. The soft moments that Ventress shows; the vulnerability she gives you after a hard few months in her life. It all feels so rewarding after the struggle of gaining her trust and love.

Nobody but you two know about one another. The soft touches in the rough and ugly green streets of lower Coruscant is something only you two share. The sketchy meetings in the sketchiest of alleys just to embrace and catch up. The ‘missions’ you take to see her again.

Ventress is very protective and sorta jealous but not as bad as Anakin. She only calls herself silly and slides those jealous feelings to side so she can really embrace you like a lover. Nobody ever hurts you or even puts a weapon up to you if she can help it. You’re hers and after what she’s gone through and what people have taken from her, she’s got nothing to fear.

She teases you as a ‘bad Jedi’ for violating the code for someone as ‘despicable’ as her. But really, you don’t see it that way. You see it as you finding your other half—just on the wrong team at first!

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nanagoswife · 3 years

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Please, Don't Go. - Chapter 16

Summary: Obi-Wan is coming back

W/C: 3.3k

Warnings: implied intimacy, angst

A/N: Good news! I'm back with this story. I've had this chapter written for a while, but I felt it was best to wait until I picked it back up before posting it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

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In the next weeks, Obi-Wan spent almost all of his nights with you and Aldoken. It provided your son with something to do when you had to focus on work before joining them.

There were a few days where you would be so backed up that Obi-Wan would put Aldoken to bed. He was a natural. You always knew when he would because the almost constant sounds of giggles died down, plunging the apartment into silence.

On those nights, Obi-Wan would wait before coming up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders, and coax you into coming with him to bed. Many times, he would insist that you needed sleep. He would bend down and kiss your cheek and gently massage your shoulders until you finally gave in.

That’s why, when you hadn’t been visited by Obi-Wan after the rooms went silent, you were surprised that this routine had been changed. Now, you looked on as Obi-Wan was laying on the couch with Aldoken fast asleep on his stomach on top of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Your heart warmed at the sight as you leaned against the doorway. You didn’t want to ruin the scene, but you didn’t have to. Obi-Wan’s eyes slowly opened when he heard you take a few steps into the room.

“Decide to join the party?” he asked quietly in a teasing tone. Despite wanting to talk to you, he still made sure that he wouldn’t disturb Aldoken. Although it may have seemed like he was asleep, Obi-Wan was truly just laying there. Something was keeping him wide awake, and he didn’t know what.

Giving a light chuckle, you made your way over and knelt beside the couch. Aldoken had his clone doll hugged closely as the other hand was wrapping around his father as best as he could.

Bringing up a hand, you gently brushed away some hair from your son’s sleeping face. “I actually thought I was coming out here to tuck you both into bed,” you replied, moving your hand to place it on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

He chuckled softly then gestured to the boy on his chest with his head. “Would you be able to help me?”

Nodding, you stood and gently lifted Aldoken just enough so that Obi-Wan could sit up. Once he did, he took care of the rest. You watched him bring Aldoken over to his room, and you were sure that he didn’t even stir the whole time.

While you had waited, you shifted from your crouch to sitting on the sofa. Obi-Wan joined you after softly closing Aldoken’s door behind him.

He sat close and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

“How come you hadn’t fallen asleep?”

The question was intended to be innocent, but, when you looked up at him, there was a serious expression across his face.

“Obi-Wan?” As you sat up and placed a palm to his cheek, he snapped back to the moment, slightly shaking his head.

“I’m sorry darling. What did you say?”

You frowned as he tried to play it off with a smirk. You moved so that you could face him, and he knew his façade wasn’t going to work. So, he let the fake smile drop.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask with genuine concern. Was there something that happened with the Sith Lord? But Obi-Wan had said that he wasn’t needed for anything; that he was on free rein and didn’t have to report to him for a while.

Obi-Wan knew that you were concerned about that, but it’s not what he was thinking about. He wasn’t thinking of anything that lay outside of this apartment. He was thinking of you and what you would say if he brought this topic up. Although he knew you wouldn’t push him away because of this, he still thought that you may not agree to it.

He shook his head, “No, nothing’s wrong.”

Looking down, this was the first time since coming back that he actually saw it. In the almost two months since he’s come back, he never saw how the necklace still wrapped around your neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was because you had always kept it hidden like before, or if you weren’t wearing it until now.

He let his fingers drift down until the kyber crystal was between his fingers. The familiar energy of his first crystal tingled the ends of his fingertips as they grazed along the surface. Obi-Wan wondered if you could feel any bit of the energy, even without being force sensitive.

“Have you always worn this? Even during…” he trailed off. He didn’t want to even mention it anymore. It brought on thoughts that his mind could no longer handle in a moment like this.

“Yes,” you say, comfortingly drawing your thumb in circles over his cheek bone. “Like I had said, I never stopped loving you, Obi.”

With that, he smiled. Maybe you wouldn’t laugh at what he wanted to do.

Carefully, he moved both of his hands close to the necklace’s clasp but stopped short. “May I?”

Since you had a feeling you knew what he was about to do, you nodded. The feeling of his hands at the back of your neck almost sent chills down your spine, but you suppressed them at the moment. There would be a time for that, and it wasn’t right now.

When he lifted it away and now held the pendant in his palm, he couldn’t help but feel certain in his next decision. He wanted to come back to you, and this felt like one of the final steps to putting the puzzle of his life back together.

Obi-Wan moved and kneeled on the ground in front of you. In one hand he held the necklace and the other held one of your hands.

As he looked down at the pendant, he smiled to himself. This necklace had meant so much more than anyone would have thought.

“Y/N,” he started. You had been watching him the entire time with anticipation only building as this went on. “I’ve always felt like I didn’t deserve you. I still don’t feel like I do,” he said, then moved his eyes to meet yours. “But I never let that stop me. I always strive to be what you deserve, and I haven’t met that in recent years. When you let me come back, I made it my priority once again. And now, here we are.”

The hand that held yours moved so that you would now rest your palm on top of the pendant. Making it now cupped between both your hand and his, like it was a promise. One he wouldn’t break as he used an item of the force to bring it to life.

“I don’t expect you to ever agree, but I still want to be in your life. I want to be in our life again. I also know that, in your heart, you never severed this promise. Still, I want to ask one more time in our new life to make sure that your answer is still the same.”

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he took a deep breath. The build up has been killing you. You wanted to just scream out yes and kiss him like you never would again, but you knew he had to get this out.

Finally, he asked the question you’ve been wanting to hear, “Y/N, even after all of this, will you still marry me?”

“Yes,” you said in a breath.

Smiling, he once again put the necklace around your neck.

“I still hope to get you an actual ring one day,” he said quietly just as he clasped the pendant back. When he pulled back, you gave him a warm smile as you placed a hand to his cheek. His eyes shifted between both of your eyes before leaning in.

It didn’t take long before he was kissing you. There was an intensity behind it that you hadn’t experienced in so long. It was one you fully returned as you felt heat flood to your stomach.

You were so wrapped up in the feel of his lips against yours that you hadn’t noticed as he positioned himself to lift you from your seat. As he stood, you wrapped your arms around his neck as your legs went around his waist.

When you felt his arms around you, resting on your back, a longing filled you. It has been so long since you and Obi-Wan shared a moment like this. After you had found out you were pregnant, nothing had really happened after that. Obi-Wan was worried it would somehow hinder something in the pregnancy.

Now, you were swept up in it all. The feeling as his lips and tongue moved with yours, his body pressed up against yours as he walked to the bedroom, his hand, that wasn’t supporting you, exploring your back until he started to undo your dress.

Once he walked in the room and the door had closed, he stopped, slowly pulling away to look in your eyes.

“Is this alright?”

“Stars, yes,” you said before pulling his face back to yours. He didn’t waste much more time, and neither did you as a trail of clothing from the door to the bed was left in your wake. The feel of his skin against yours was a relief that you hadn’t known you needed.

Just like it had always been with Obi-Wan, he always made his love known. Everything he did, whether it was this moment or making you tea before you woke up, it all showed his love for you.

He always said that he didn’t deserve you, but you often thought about how you didn’t deserve him. In the end it didn’t matter. You had him back. He had you back. Most of all, the two of you loved each other.

“I have a favour to ask,” Obi-Wan suddenly said. The two of you had been reading your own books on datapads, you curled under his arm in bed, before this. You had noticed that he had lost focus at one point, but it had been normal. Usually, he had to plan an excuse for the Sith Lord just in case.

Looking up, he kept his eyes on the datapad, although it was unfocused.

“What is it?”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. He’s been going over this for days after his reunion with Cody. It gave him hope that there would be more than his previous clone commander who would welcome him back.

For a moment longer, he contemplated asking you of this. There wasn’t much you would say no to, he knew that. It was the fact that it relied on another’s reaction. Along with that, thousands of other reactions after he made himself completely known.

Despite having worries, his head and heart agreed in every scenario that he conjured up. He needed help, more help, and that started with you.

“I was wondering if you could try and get Anakin here,” he finally replied while moving his eyes to yours. If you were being honest, you were surprised he hadn’t asked this sooner. With the moments leading up to this, you knew it was because he was scared. He was scared that his old padawan would reject his return.

With a smile, you nodded, “Of course, Obi. Why do you seem so hesitant?”

That was a question he was expecting. It was one that he went over a lot. There were so many different ways he could answer, but one always came out on top.

“I’m afraid he’ll ask why I didn’t go to him sooner.”

A wave of understanding came over you. Even though you knew what he meant, you also knew something he didn’t. Anakin was fine with it.

One day, you had received a long winded apology from Padmé saying that she had let something slip. Assuring her that it was alright, you went over and met with Anakin who was desperate to see Obi-Wan again.

“Anakin,” you said softly while gently holding him by his shoulders, “he needs time.”

“You said that he’s been back for almost three months-”

You cut him off by placing a hand on his cheek. Ever since he was still a small padawan, this was your way of telling him to quiet down and listen before assuming things.

“He has. But he’s still healing,” your continued your soft tone. It was another thing you did that would guarantee he would listen. “It took him nearly a month before he truly came back to me. Give him time, and he’ll decide when he’s ready. I know you miss him, but he needs to go at his own pace. He’ll come around.”

Anakin looked into your eyes with a sad but understanding expression. It was always hard for him to argue with you. Besides, you knew him in ways Anakin didn’t. Unlike you, he still saw his former master like a sort of hero. It kept his attention away from the finer details of Obi-Wan’s personality that you were an expert in.

Once Anakin nodded, you gave an affectionate squeeze to his shoulder before pulling him into an embrace.

“Trust me, I’ll let you know when he’s ready,” you whispered.

Anakin gave a small squeeze before separating himself from your hug. Giving you a smile, he had gone back to the temple.

Ever since that day, Anakin kept his promise. The only other person that knew Obi-Wan was back was Kenth. That interaction was one filled with relief, and one where Baize had accepted that he was wrong. It was anticlimactic, in a way.

Back in the current moment, you gave Obi-Wan a comforting smile. “It will be fine, my dear. He already knows you’ve come back.”

Seeing his shocked expression, you told him about the day filled with Padmé’s frantic messages until you went to talk to Anakin. You made sure to reassure him that his former padawan hadn’t said a word to anyone. The only time he said anything about it, it was with you and Padmé. He didn’t even know that Cody knew.

“So, he’s not mad?” Obi-Wan asked in the most innocent voice you had ever heard from him. It was a tone so mixed with relief, that you saw the storm of concern in his eyes wash away to the calming ocean they were.

“No. He understands. Anakin has been waiting patiently… Well, maybe not patiently, but the closest he can get.”

As you were hoping, that earned a laugh from Obi-Wan. It ended in a relief filled sigh.

“Now, let’s get some sleep. I’ll contact him in the morning and I’m certain he’ll get here right after so rest is recommended.”

Obi-Wan smiled as he looked down at you when you pulled the blanket up over your shoulders. “Alright, my love. Thank you.”

After this, the two of you situated yourselves so that you were comfortably wrapped up in the other. You found comfort in your usual spot against his chest and you used the sound of his heartbeat as a sort of lullaby.

This was what you were going to do, until you noticed that Obi-Wan still had some tension in his body. Sneaking a look at his face, his eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. His fingers had also found their way under your shirt and were tracing little circles on the skin of your back.

“There’s still something else that’s bothering you about the visit,” you state.

“Hm? Oh, no. I didn’t mean to disrupt you.”

You pushed yourself up so that you could hang over Obi-Wan, forcing his eyes to meet yours in the low light of the Coruscanti night.

“Obi-Wan, you should know by now that I know when you’re lying,” you said in a lightly teasing tone.

Although he gave a small smirk, it fell almost as quickly as it appeared. For a moment longer, he looked back up at the ceiling. You knew he was trying to put it all together in his mind, so you gave him the time he needed.

It was always interesting to see his thinking process. His furrowed brow that created the adorable little line in between them, the lines just visible at the corners of his eyes, the way his eyes squinted the slightest bit as his lips formed a thin line, sometimes pulled slightly down in the corners, it was all cute in a way. With it all, you knew when he was even just thinking lightly on something. It just wasn’t as intense of a look.

You couldn’t help but think that this was just his general look for when he was focused. It was softer depending on what he was focusing on. It was accompanied by a look of adoration whenever he would look down as he hung over you…

Those weren’t the thoughts to be having right now. At the current moment, there may be something that you should be worried about and he was about to tell you.

Obi-Wan sighed, “I want to ask him if he’ll help me take down Sidious.”

You couldn’t help but freeze. You knew that this moment would come, but you still weren’t expecting it.

“Are you alright?” He knew you were worried, but the change in your expression was enough for him to ask. Usually, you would keep a neutral expression, even after something that would gain immediate reactions from everyone else, until you had truly thought about it.

You went to nod, but you stopped yourself. If you were to say that you were thrilled that he was going to put a full end to this madness, you would be lying. There were so many things that added together to make the moment worrisome, and you had just recently returned to how you were before all of this.

First of all, Sidious was the man at the head of the Republic. Sure, even Padmé had her suspicions, but there’s so many people that love him. Then, there’s the fact that Obi-Wan needed help. And then the only help that was properly qualified for this action was a group that could possibly arrest or maybe even kill him for what he had done.

The most troublesome of them all was that you could possibly lose your fiancé again. Only, this time, you were scared for the more permanent possibility. You knew that Obi-Wan was no longer seeking revenge on the Sith, but it would be impossible to negotiate with only words. This would guarantee that there would be a fight and, depending on what kind of help he gets, can end in the least favourable way.

Obi-Wan watched these thoughts cross over your expression. He could also feel the rapid changes of your emotions that only confirmed what he believed you were thinking.

To try and calm you, he brought a hand to your cheek and used the one on your back to pull you down closer. When your head made its position on his chest, he kissed your temple and rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I love you, Y/N. I won’t leave you again,” he said, muffled against your hair. “No matter what.”

The finality in his words made you relax. It was something that you hadn’t realized you needed to hear.

“Alright,” you whispered as you felt the tug of sleep pulling your eyelids closed as you laid on top of Obi-Wan’s chest. You felt him press one more lingering kiss to your head before you drifted off.

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the-13th-battalion · 3 years

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⭐ have a star!!! For that one ask!!!

OK SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WHILE I really wanted to talk about chapter two of Where The Shadow Ends but I had to post it first skdkkskd

Here we go I have a lot of thoughts!!

He sighed wearily as he marched the perimeter of camp. His eyes passed over bunches of troopers huddled together in the mud, some of them lifting gaunt faces or giving him a salute. He tried to look past the battered men as he weaved through drooping, muddy tents and stepped around empty crates once filled to the brim with medical supplies and food. He prayed it was only more mud squelching in his boots, not blood, he had stepped in a lot of blood, too much blood-

He slammed his bucket back on his head. He swallowed against his nausea and forced his feet to keep moving, forced his eyes to keep searching.

Cody reached the other end of camp. He stopped and stared out at the smoke veiled wasteland, broken battle droids and hollow armor stacked in separate piles dotting the burnt landscape. Something quivered in his heart as he looked upon one of too many empty helmets. A blurry image of Obi-Wan's haunted eyes filled the blackened gaps.

He's not made for war. Not like us.

A more urgent thought followed. I have to find him.

He turned on his heel, as sharply as the mud would allow, and continued his circle.

I was talking with my friend about this before I started writing and she said "what if they were losing a battle" and I got this image of a vast, gray landscape covered in smoke and ash and blood, and all these piles of broken droids and neat rows of helmets and I was like "*crying* yup that'll work"

Also I will take EVERY opportunity to mention that Obi-Wan is too kind, too peaceful, for the violence and death he was given during the clone wars :( he didn't deserve any of it!

"Waxer and Boil are tending to the shinies."

This little section of dialogue from Cody is a random thought I had about the 212th. Waxer and Boil are the perfect ones to take over the care and feeding of shinies after their first battles. I can't imagine the absolute horror and grief these poor boys went through... they need some people like Waxer and Boil to talk them through anything bothering them, to help them breathe, to bundle them in blankets or give them food or whatever they need <3

He hesitated. Cody had shaken Obi-Wan from long meditations before, but this time felt different. Cody could practically see the weight resting on Obi-Wan's shoulders. He watched his eyes roam under his eyelids and his heart ached to imagine the horrors he might be reliving.

I can't let him do this alone.

This part here is a reference to a headcanon I share! Cody (and other people who love Obi-Wan) shake Obi-Wan out of long meditations because they're probably unhealthy! No one should spend so much time in their own thoughts, especially when it's most likely sad guilty thoughts :( also I imagine the Force is an ocean and one can actually drown in it...

Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he let out a startled gasp. He grappled for a hold on Cody's arm, a grounding technique he recognized from watching Anakin interact with Obi-Wan. Cody unclipped his vambrace and allowed it to fall to the ground, giving Obi-Wan an easier grip. He waited as Obi-Wan took one, then two carefully calculated breaths.

This!! Right here!! Apart from being one of my favorite soft moments, this is a reference again to people shaking Obi out of long meditations. I bet Anakin does this more than anyone else, and I bet Cody has witnessed this. Anakin is probably no stranger to panic and needing to be grounded, so I headcanon that he created this method. Anyone who needs to be grounded can just grab hold of his arm. Obi probably has this as pure instinct now and just...grabbed Cody's arm, and then Cody was like "oh crap that's probably not comfy with my armor" and sdkdkks I'm getting sidetracked

Obi-Wan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Cody's chest tightened. Kriff it. I hope Fuzzy still has a stash of his migraine medication.

Honestly I wholeheartedly believe Obi-Wan gets migraines in canon. Also citing this gives me another excuse to yell about F U Z Z Y *sobbing*

"Yes, but sometimes, they are a glimpse of the future." Obi-Wan sighed. His hand went to the bridge of his nose again. "My master believed in visions and prophecies and such, but I never did, even though I had a recurring vision when I was a padawan. He had me seeing mind healers for it. He believed it was some sort of terrible premonition."

Cody imagined a much smaller, younger version of Obi-Wan in a huge chair, his freckled nose crinkled in indignation and his little arms crossed. He began to smile. "What did you think?"

"I thought it was just a nightmare."

This is a nod to the first chapter, but also mostly to headcanons I share about Obi's struggles with visions as a child. I think about it a lot, mostly because it's super dramatic and we all know I'm extremely dramatic lol

also I wanted an excuse to write in angry baby Obi in a big chair

Obi-Wan's smile faded too quickly. He stared down at his free hand, fingers absently twisting in the hem of his tunic. "They're all counting on me, Cody. They're all relying on me to lead them safely through hell. They trust me, and I can't let them down, but sometimes I look at their faces and the weight of that responsibility nearly crushes me."

The admission hung in the air for several heartbeats before Cody spoke. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Granted," came the immediate reply.

"You were not made for this war, but what you've done in it, what you continue to do, is incredible. You have inspired so many people to stand and fight for a peaceful future. You have brought light to the darkest places and joy to the most sorrowful hearts. That's what they see, that's what I see. That's why we trust you. We see a man who fights for truth and justice, but fights with honor and mercy. A man who would lay down his life for a stranger. A man who genuinely cares for the people in this galaxy, for the people he loves."

Back when this fic was just an idea, I was bouncing ideas off my friend and she suggested a part about Obi-Wan discussing the pressure he feels in his position as a general and like a hundred other jobs. I loved it, and it morphed into THIS.

I'm not saying Cody's simping, but Cody's simping.

The storm in Obi-Wan's eyes calmed. "That's rather poetic of you."

Cody's cheeks reddened. "Ah...you left your datapad open once. You were reading poetry when you fell asleep. It...caught my eye."

Obi-Wan laughed. "I'm glad someone else enjoys a good poem. You know, poetry should be read aloud. Perhaps I should read some sometime, to you and the others."

Cody smiled. "That would be nice."

LISTEN!! OBI-WAN READS POETRY!!! He's such a poetry kind of guy HONESTLY

As Obi-Wan's gentle voice lifted into the night air, many of the troopers huddled together to sleep under shared blankets on what patches of dry ground they could find. His voice carried across the camp. Hundreds of hearts beat in unison as the words filled their heads and peace flooded their veins.

Cody fell asleep with his cheek resting on Obi-Wan's tousled hair, lulled by hushed lines of poetry in a Coruscanti accent. Obi-Wan drifted off not long after, his head on Cody's shoulder, their fingers still entwined.

LET THE 212TH CUDDLE 2021

Also I wrote that last paragraph before I wrote most of this fic so like I was leading up to this the whole time... they deserve the hugs <3

THIS WAS REALLY LONG OOPS anyway those are my thoughts :)

#YEET #thank you for the ask!!#star wars #star wars fanfiction #my fic #obi wan kenobi #commander cody

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Hauntober Day 27: Ghost

Summary: When Padmé ends up meeting a ghost in her new palace, she’ll do whatever she can to help him find peace.

Characters: Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Not really a warning. Just an explanation. Young!Obidala AU where Padmé’s age is more like what it was in the concept of TPM, which was a “young adult” according to some various sources.

Word Count:~1800

“Sleep well, my lady,” her handmaiden told her before leaving her in peace. The bed in the lake house was quite large and comfortable, but she had no intention of sleeping. Once the door was closed and she had counted to thirty, she slipped out of bed before slipping on her robe and a pair of slippers. It was an old palace. It was bound to have secret passages. With a grin on her face, she started to tug on every wall sconce she could. Those always opened the secret hatches in the holos. After a successful tug, the wall opened up into a dark hall. Carefully, she took a candle from her dresser, lit it, and continued down the hall.

Soon, she found herself in a maze of tunnels that spread out in all directions. Saying an old children’s rhyme, she chose a hall to continue down, following its twists and turns into a larger chamber lined with bookshelves. In the middle sat a desk.

“A secret library!” she said in awe. She browsed the titles on the shelves, finding they were all unfamiliar. Then, she went to head back the way she thought she had come.

She walked further and further to no avail.

“Great, Padmé,” she sighed to herself. “You’re a queen lost in her own palace.”

“Hello there,” a voice said.

She jumped, turning to find a blue see-through man. Her eyes widened as she slowly backed away.

“Are you lost?” the man asked, stepping towards her.

“You’re a- you’re a-” she stammered.

He looked down and sighed, almost embarrassed. “Force Ghost.” He held up his hands placatingly, “But I’m not here to hurt you. I wanted to help you find your way back.”

Padmé took a deep breath. Friendly force ghost. Got it. “Alright, I suppose I’ll follow you.”

He offered her his hand. She went to take it, her own passing through it as a shiver went down her spine.

The ghost looked like he was blushing. “Sorry, darling. I forgot. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone down here.”

He started to lead her back.

“What’s your name?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he grinned.

“If you don’t mind my asking... how did you.... you know,” she murmured.

“Die?” he asked softly. When she nodded, he went on, “That’s the problem, truly. I don’t remember. For some reason, I don’t even think I really am dead.”

“Why’s that?” she asked out of curiosity.

“I hear a beating. Like a heart. It’s faint, and it’s slow, but it is steady and it is there,” he explained.

“If you’re not dead, then how can you be here?” she asked.

He thought about if for a moment. “Astral projection, I presume.”

“Only Jedi can-” she trailed off as if noticing his clothes for the first time. “Oh.”

“Enough about me,” he grinned, “Tell me about you.”

“There’s not much to tell, I’m afraid,” she blushed. “My name is Padmé, but everyone around here knows me as Queen Amidala. I was recently elected Queen of Naboo.”

“That’s impressive,” he said. “Certainly more to tell than you think.” He gave her a slight bow, “I am humbled to be in the presence of a monarch.”

“You flatter me,” she chuckled as they got back to her door. It was closed.

“Well, that won’t do. Wait here,” Obi-Wan instructed before passing through the wall. He moved the sconce on the other side, opening the door. “Home, sweet home.”

“Thank you,” she grinned.

“You’re welcome, your highness. I hope I get to show you more of what the palace has to offer,” he murmured, giving her a lopsided grin. He held his hand out to her, and she tried her best to place her hand in it. He leaned forward to kiss her knuckles. She bit her lip. Did she have a crush on a ghost?

“Good night, Obi-Wan,” she murmured as he started to back away towards the wall.

“Good night, Padmé,” he winked before leaving.

Padmé flopped back on her bed and blew her hair out of her face. She was smitten. She also had a new secret mission: To learn as much about the Jedi as possible. If it was true that he was still alive, she’d do everything in her power to help him. With that thought in mind, she went to bed, determined to get answers from the palace’s caretaker in the morning.

She woke before her handmaidens and slipped into the gardens to find the caretaker looking after some roses.

“Your highness,” he said, “You’re up early. Is there something I could do for you?”

“Actually, yes,” she replied. Then, she lowered her voice, “But this stays between us.”

“Of course, you highness.”

“I saw a man last night while I was exploring the tunnels.”

“There shouldn’t have been anyone down there. The tunnels have been deserted for years. Only I and the Captain of the Guard know about their existence in case of emergency,” the caretaker said.

“I know. He wasn’t... he wasn’t alive. At least, not in the sense that we are. My hand went through him. When I was lost, he led me back to my room,” she murmured.

“You saw him,” he said in awe.

“Saw who?” she asked, playing dumb in hopes of getting more answers.

“The Ghost of the Jedi,” he replied. “You’ve never heard the Legend?”

“Legend? What Legend?” Now she truly didn’t know what was going on.

“The Legend of the True Knight,” he replied, “According to the Legend, a Jedi Knight battled a fearsome foe long ago. The foe won, but instead of killing him, his magic was too weak for that, it put the Jedi into a sleep. Neither dead, nor truly alive, the Jedi Knight was in limbo. The Knight’s Master, unable to truly get rid of the body, placed it in a glass coffin and hid it away until the day that he could be set free. Whoever sets him free is to be his ruler for the rest of his life, and he their knight.”

Padmé listened intently, “Has the knight appeared before anyone else?”

“No,” he replied.

“Then how do you know the story is true?” she asked softly.

“Aside from the look in your eyes... I’ve seen the coffin. I was a young man at the time, exploring the tunnels so that I would know which ones were important. I happened upon the crystal coffin in one of the halls. Inside was a Jedi Knight,” the caretaker told her.

“And you didn’t help him?”

“I couldn’t. I’m not meant to be the one that breaks the curse. I couldn’t even open the casket.”

“Do you remember where the room is?” she asked desperately.

“I’m sorry, your highness. It’s been so long,” the caretaker replied. “If you’ll excuse me, I have more to do in the garden.

Padmé nodded, dismissing him. She walked back to her room, lost in thought. If she was the only one he had ever appeared before... did that mean that she was to break the curse?

That night, she resolved to tell him of her plan, meeting him in the library again..

“So, you think that if you can find my coffin, then you can break this curse?” he asked thoughtfully.

“I do. Could you take me to your coffin?” she asked.

He blushed and looked down. “Well, darling, I’m afraid I don’t know where it is.”

“Well, I have two years to find it, but I’d like to find it sooner rather than later,” she said. “Come on.”

Every night for weeks, they searched the passages, trying to find his coffin. All the while, they were learning more about each other. They swapped childhood stories, hopes and dreams, and a great friendship started to blossom.

Eventually, they found the coffin. The two of them shared a look of excitement as she raced to the side of the crystal casket. Reverently, she ran her hand along it before pushing it open.

“Well, now what?” he asked.

“I... I don’t know,” she admitted.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright. Even if you don’t break the curse, I have had a wonderful time just being with you.”

“But, Obi-Wan, I can break the curse. I don’t know how, but I can feel that this is what I’m meant to do,” she said adamantly. She studied his body closely, noting that he wasn’t breathing. “Perhaps if I breath air into you?”

He shrugged, “It’s worth a shot.”

“What if it doesn’t work?” she asked nervously.

“Oh, but darling, what if it does?” He rested her forehead against hers. “To be your Knight, will be the greatest honor.”

She swallowed, leaning over the casket. Her thumb settled into the cleft of his chin, gently tugging his lips open. Padmé took a deep breath before pressing her lips to his to create a seal. She breathed into him, watching his lungs expand. Then, she pulled back.

“How will I know if it-?” she trailed off when she noticed the force ghost was no longer with her.

“Obi-Wan?” No answer. “Obi-Wan!” She sat next to the casket, a silent tear slipping down her cheek.

“No need to yell,” a voice came from behind her. “I may have been out for force knows how long, but I can assure you that my hearing is perfectly fine.”

Padmé stiffened, turning her head to see the young man in the casket sitting up and giving her the biggest grin.

“It worked,” she murmured in awe.

“I knew you could do it,” he grinned, getting out and offering her his hand to help her up.

Slowly, she placed her hand in his, grinning when skin met skin and a warmth enveloped her hand. In seconds, she was in his arms, hugging him close.

He hugged her back tightly, kissing her forehead. When he pulled back, he smoothed her hair out of her face before cupping her cheek. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Probably for as long as I wanted to do this,” she said softly before tipping up on her toes to kiss him. Her arms encircled his neck as he held her flush against him, returning her kiss with feeling. When they pulled back for air, they were both blushing.

“So you are to be my knight, then?” she asked softly.

“It would be the greatest honor to serve my Queen,” he grinned.

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