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forcemeanakin · 8 months

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ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱᴇɴ

Okay so this is a alternate of @hanasnx starlet!reader but with my own little twist because I just love the scenery and the glamour of the shows <3 So I present to you: VSangel!reader x Hayden Christensen (let's ignore the fact that I've been working on some of these scenarios for YEARS now).

This is hella long and nsfw, so beware. 3K.

Previous inspo: Link

BACKGROUND:

Hayden has probably seen you in a big billboard before, maybe an ad on TV, but didn't remember your name. He thought you were hot though. A pretty little thing that was probably out of an old man's league anyway.

You are in your 20's, so you grew up with the Star Wars prequels and without a doubt Anakin Skywalker was your childhood crush. Posters on your walls, watching other movies Hayden was in just to see him. Most of your classmates probably made fun of your Star Wars obsession because you were only into it because of the hot guy in Revenge Of the Sith. How wrong they were!! It was also because of the hot guy in AOTC!

Also you're like a total SW geek, but we'll talk about it later.

THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?

Considering that both of you are from different areas of show business, you had to meet in a common ground. I don't see Hayden going to a fashion show before you (and then that's the only place paparazzi can catch him for sure <3). So after a lot of thought, you two met at an Award show (my mind goes automatically to the Tiff Tribute Awards). Or more specifically, the after party.

I picture Hayden saying hello to a couple of people he knows before heading to the bar and sticking around there, just sipping on his drink and greeting whoever comes along to shake his hand and pat his shoulder.

You already saw him back on the red carpet, making your best effort to not get your drooling face captured by a paparazzi. Your stunning dress and detailed makeup made you look like a million dollars !!!

And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.

Walking by the bar, after pep talking yourself into talking to him for like half an hour, you pulled up right beside him to order yourself a drink. A cosmo or some shit like that. Very fancy and pretty, like you.

He was hypnotized by you the second he saw you up close. Actually, the second he saw your ass swinging his way.

That was it. You two were done for the moment your gazes crossed.

He made the first move, saying a polite "hey" and offering to call the bartender for you.

You were batting your eyelashes, grazing his biceps with your long nails and giving those "fuck me eyes" that worked every time. Someone so much more mature and wise, you didn't think he would want you for something besides fucking, so why did it matter if you were a bit sluttier than you were used to?

But you started talking and it was an actual good conversation. He seemed interested in getting to know you and his jokes actually made you laugh. He was all smooth with his compliments and subtle stares at your dress.

I feel like he would give you a nickname from the very first night. Something related to your attire or the sparkle of your eyes, accentuated by the glittery eye shadow.

It would be a downright shame to let that amazing chemistry go to waste for a meaningless hookup. Luckily he didn't let that happen.

Like a true gentleman, he walked you to your car, using the back door and called it a night. Not before asking for your number and teasing a goodnight kiss.

The next day, while you were getting ready to shoot a campaign, you receive a text from an unknown number, but you immediately knew who it was.

"Hey, starlight." There's a whole other version of this with them meeting over a smoke break, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.

BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:

Okay so let's set some things straight. Hayden's not a public guy. he hates having his private life printed on newspapers and he's not a fan of social media. At all. Heck. he doesn't even like to leave his house on weekends. But after you? He had to get used to it. You're this generation very own Gisele Bündchen. You're everywhere. You're everything. You are the fashion world. So paps are very much included in every moment of your life.

BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:

You tried to keep it hidden as much as you could. It was not very hard with you traveling almost every day and him living in LA, at his new house. And whenever he could, he escaped to his own little paradise in Canada.

So texting was basically everything you could do.

He even learned new lingo just to keep up with you :)

But you both craved more, so the next time you were in LA, you were going to grab dinner.

The damn paps got a few pictures of you and that's when the rumors started.

At first not many people recognized him, mainly because the pictures were taken from behind him, but the curls and the outfit ratted him out to a few observant fans.

But media didn't believe them, I mean, why? And the selected group that decided to run with that narrative used headliners like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?"

After weeks of trying to be low-key for his sake: going on coffee runs using his caps and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize you, having dinner dates at his house and/or choosing far away locations to stroll with a bit of privacy; you gave up. Your already public life was catching up with you two. So it was better to ride the wave than to escape it and fail in the process.

BUT BEFORE ABSOLUTELY GOING PUBLIC, I love the idea that interviewers were trying to drag the information out of you. Maybe at a red carpet or at an interview with a digital magazine, people would throw you some questions to see if you bite the bait:

"So, Y/n, who's your favorite SW character?"

And you would grin knowingly but never backing down. Your answer would vary from Obi-Wan Kenobi (to mess with Hayden) or R2 when you felt like sharing some of your SW passion.

But right before you two decide to go full-on public, you decide to mess with them, for your own entertainment: "You know, I do have a soft spot for Darth Vader."

PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.

GOING PUBLIC:

It was at a red carpet

You two went in separate cars

Hayden walked first, having his picture staken and signing autographs while you barely arrived at the event

The second you entered the carpet the cameras went off on you, total focus on getting pics of your designer dress

You were posing like an absolute goddess, answering some questions with wit, trying to spot your boyfriend with the corner of your eye

Finally you locked eyes and he raised a dubious eyebrow, like saying: "Are we seriously doing this?"

And you gave him a bright beam, stretching your arm to him as he walked to you, taking your hand and kissing the inner side of your forearm before placing it on his shoulder. Fingers dropping to your waist and pulling you to him while you laugh, his mouth lowering to your ear to whisper: "You always get your way, huh?"

You chuckled and kissed his cheek, you two turning to face the cameras, just for a few seconds before moving on.

DATING:

I'll not get into the heavy details of how you two managed to make your relationship work, with your traveling and photoshoots, because fuck that. I'll only say that there was a lot of sexting and he was a fucking natural at it. Mile high club as well.

You two would still try to remain unrecognizable by the paparazzis but more chill this time.

That meant having more pictures of you on your candle lit dinners or your fun Sunday mornings in the park out there.

I JUST KNOW THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING IN THE PARK. YOU ON YOUR TIPPY TOES WHILE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND HIS NECK. BIG GRIN ON YOUR FACES, LIKE IT WAS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR LIPS MADE CONTACT.

The media would still release some mean headliners but thanks to the dilf culture cultivated in social media, some were actually rooting for you. Oh, and fans were torn between you; hating you because you were clearly fucking him and loving you because since your relationship started, you gave them more Hayden content.

The SW questions were constant in the interviews and talk shows, to the point that you were always brought some type of SW merch: a Grogu plush, a kids lightsaber, a little R2 replica. Whatever it was, it was always pulled whenever the question about you and Hayden was brought up.

You still kept answering "Obi-Wan" with a laugh and no additional information. "He has the high ground." You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head with a cheeky smile.

Later in bed, when Hayden was giving you your daily dose of healthy cum :))) pounding into you with an admirable expertise, he whispers: "Who has the high ground now, baby?"

CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS

You never revealed to Hayden that he was your childhood crush, I mean, you could have mentioned it the first night but you didn't want to approach him like a fan. And then you didn't want to look psycho so you just let it be. And now it was too late.

But then

In the middle of an interview, a girl that actually gained your honest trust, asked you the anticipated question:

"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"

And... (the next bit was written by Indy during a brainstorm and I just wanted to share the exact words <3)

"in the interview you’re visibly nervous, rubbing on your knee, leaning forward, adopting a slackened posture. “yeah..” big grin, “he was actually my childhood crush.” “no!” the interviewer says in awe. “yeah! yeah,” you kinda laugh and cover your mouth. “i didn’t tell him. is that bad?” you put your nail in your teeth to fidget, putting on a little lovable twist to your face"

And then he sees the interview and he shots you an immediate text with the link like: "Oh???"

You know what you'll come home to

He's sitting on his usual chair, reading a book when he hears the door creak. You showed up with a shy smile, his arms opening up to let you crawl on his lap. Knowing that he'll bring it up, you hide on his neck, blush all over your cheeks. Hayden is caressing your thigh up and down, while he hugs you with his other arm and snorts: “did you keep that from me on purpose?” with a little swat on your ass (Indy, 2023).

THE REACTION OF PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFTER THE INTERVIEW. you cackle at the comments: "Not Y/n admitting she is dating her childhood crush!! She's one of us!!!" “HE WAS NOT” “bro no 😭 i thought she was single” “darth vader. you win again” (Indy, 2023).

Also dragging you to hockey games <333 you start to love the sport because of him but at first you didn't understand shit

He laughed at your reaction when you saw the first fight in the rink

"Do they just... start beating each other up and the ref let them?" You winced exaggeratedly.

"Yup." He laughs, drinking a sip of his beer.

KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM

Also opening the car door for you after a date night, protecting you from the paps???? That's a head canon I'll take from starlet!reader and apply it here because YES YES YES

FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA

ofc he goes to your fashion shows !!!!! front line baby !!!!!!!! And he is so fucking proud of his beautiful girlfriend.

So motherfucking supportive it hurts.

He comes home and peppers kisses all over your face, praising you for a job well done.

"I would buy all the clothes you sell, baby"

Or if you wore something he particularly liked, he would be desperate to get home and show you just how much he loved your teeny tiny dress on the runway.

He even learned how to dress appropriately to match with your outfits. NEVER LEAVING THE CAPS BEHIND OFC !! But his personal style improved so much, we are proud of him :)

ALSO whenever he is out and spots an ad of yours he takes a picture of it and sends it to you. Maybe with a little heart or smile, or a little text like: "so proud of you baby." Sometimes he takes a selfie with the campaign!!! such a dad selfie, his head tilted back and kind of blurry because he's trying to get the right angle !!!!

also social media with him !!!! again, he doesn't have any active accounts but you do. For his sake, you don't post a lot of things about him, however, some things are too adorable not to share. And fans love you for the little crumbs you give them

A list of photos I think would be posted on this reader's insta stories:

A photo of him in the garden, checking his tomatoes. I KNOW HE HAS TOMATOES

A photo of your shadows during a coffee run. Bonus points if it's Tim Horton's and it has the Canada location tag

A photo of his back while he's making breakfast

A photo of the view from his house. Bonus points if it is from the bathroom window. Extra points if it has any indicators that you two were previously fucking in there, like steamy doors.

A casual photo of you on his couch and you can see the famous chess game

a video of you two watching the prequels and you can hear yourself saying: "omg who's the handsome guy?" when he appears and he laughs.

A photo of you with one of his caps. Bonus points if it's the Toronto Maple Leafs one.

VS FASHION SHOW

OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.

He never thought he would be in this position. Front line at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But he is. And he's there to support his girlfriend. Heck, that still sounds funny to him-

You're out there, strutting your gorgeous figure for the world to see: with your six inch heels, your pretty wings and tiny lingerie- You're a fucking dream. His dream.

He's there at the front line with the Proud Boyfriend club, along with Adam Levine (I know but he got us fooled for half a decade) and Caleb from Kings of Leon.

His heart is pounding hard when your face appears in the initial video where they present all of the models walking

The first time you walk, he stands up, cheering loudly and smiling brightly at you. You were opening the show!!!!! how huge!!!

You focus on the cameras and getting the pose right but when you turn, walking on the side he's in, you point at him, even blow him a kiss.

The other two times you walk, because the initial pressure is off, you can focus more on him, and shoot him a playful wink and/or wave at him. He's grateful that you're giving him that attention, now he can brag around with hard evidence. :)

They dressed you up in a very flirty little piece, a pair of panties with a black bow on your rear side. When you get to the end of the runway, you turn around and show it off, maybe even playfully shake a little.

You know you'll pay for it back home

You will also pay for flirting with the music guest in the middle of the runway

I mean, you were not flirting, just doing the regular thing of pointing at them and dancing with them for mere seconds. But the music guest really focused on you and your strut. Maybe you did take advantage of the moment to get him all jealous and get some angry sex out of it

He could understand that part of your job. It didn't mean he liked it. He made sure to send some backhanded comments in the after party to make sure the musical guest got the picture. That you were taken.

It was so fucking hot.

He loved loved loved your police woman outfit, offering to pay for it himself so you could take it with you.

He was a fan of your angelic look with the enormous big, white wings. Almost drowning you in feathers but making you look like a real life angel. You were to him at least :)

You take such cute pictures on the pink carpet <3 he's looking like arm candy, an absolute accessory of yours. And he was happy to do it ! It was your night and he couldn't be any happier to be there with you !

Although the paps did catch him while he was staring at your spilling boobs. But could you blame him? That dress was TIGHT.

Hayden also has a photo of one of your VS campaigns in a giant frame in his office <3 you were so ashamed at first but you secretly loved that he paraded you around like that <33333333

you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews

LAST BIT

You are in a talk show, talking about the VSFS 2025, when the interviewer gets all serious and jumps:

"Last question, Y/n... is it true you and Hayden Christensen are engaged?"

You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Rumors are all over the place... but is it true?"

"No! Of course not." You squealed, acting offended before cracking a sly smirk. "We are married." And you show off the rock on your left hand.

PEOPLE GO WILD.

AHHHHHHHH- I could do this forever but I need to shut up :) also let me know if you want more nsfw content about this couple :)

Also some of these are stolen from my hockeyplayer!Anakin Skywalker / hockeyplayer!Hayden Christensen private headcanons. :)

Last pic because this is how I imagine this reader and Hayden backstage:

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delicatereader · 6 months

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No Way (anakin x reader)

• brother's best friend trope

• summary: you kissed your brother's best friend Anakin last week. The next time you meet you both try take it further...

• warning: making out, brother's bestfriend, name calling (sweetheart), descriptive moments

• a/n:I didn't proof read so there are going to be mistakes. tell me if you want another part I have some ideas...

As you ran up the stairs, you were stopped by a tall frame blocking your way. You look up for it be Anakin. You haven't seen him since last weekend, since you kissed.

"Hi" he speaks up

"Listen-" you both say in unison, slowly lifting your heads up to face each other. You could feel the awkwardness but a tension in the air.

"Last weekend-" you struggle to talk.

"Was wrong" he finishes your sentence

Without hesitation you agree with him, shaking your head.

"So wrong..." he whines as he gets close to you. His tall frame towered over you, breathing on you.

"Too wrong infact" you follow his path of delusion and look up into his eyes. He slowly leans into you, tilting his head slightly. Your eyes shift to his tempting lips and starts to shake. His hands move from his side to yours, grabbing the railing behind you for support. You swallow and breathe hard as he gets closer to you.

"This feels wrong" he furrows his eyebrows with some sort of desperation and lust. Your eyes don't move from his lips. You lick your lips with a worrying look.

You smack your lips on his. Your hand loosens its grip on your jeans and grabs his waist. Slowly it's moves to his neck.

After the long kiss, he pauses to reassure himself.

Then, he's starts kissing you again. This time deeply, his hands left the railing of the stairs, one hand is grabbing your top and the other travelling your lower back.

You notice he starts to slow down a bit.

"What do we do?" he looks at you before going back for another kiss

"I don't know" you reply giving him a peck

"We'll see later" he responds by kissing your neck. He slowly sucks on it, whilst his hand grabs one of your legs and wraps it around his waist. The other leg followed. He slowly climbs down the stairs and pushes you against the first wall he sees.

Your hands travel his blonde curls and pull them slightly getting a whimper out of him.

Under the heavy breathing you let out a moan as he kisses your soft jawline. He slowly starts to leave a trail of kisses from behind your ear to your collarbone. As he works his way down your chest, you kiss his temple and arch your back against the wall supporting you. You glance at him right before starting to unbutton his shirt. Gently you start to kiss his collarbone in return. He tilts his head up savouring this feeling.

There you are ready to have sex with Anakin skywalker, your hottest friend. Your sleeves hand from your shoulder along with the straps of your bra. Your top folds upto your chest and are wrinkled due to his exploring hands.

He starts to drags his hands from your stomach to your jeans whilst kissing your chest. As he hooks his finger on the button, you hear a sudden step coming down the stairs. Without hesitating he drops and you both rapidly try to fix your clothes.

The mystery figure reveals itself to be your brother, Ben (aka his bestfriend). "Hey do you guys want pizza?"

"I'm sorry?" Anakin asks in nervousness

"Pizza want some?!!" Ben responds rolling his eyes

"Yea sure" Anakin replies, still panting from the moment before.

"Why are you acting weirdly Anakin? seriously be calm" he shoots a concerning look at Ani

"Keep an eye on him" your brother instructs me

"No one needs to keep an eye on me! I'm completely fine!" Anakin folds his arms and faces the direction

"Ok ok! you're completely fine!" your brother chuckles and goes back up the stairs

You let out a sigh in relief. "What was that!" you shoot at him.

"What?"

"That!! The-"

"The-the-what?" he teases you

"Anakin no. This can't happend" you take a step backward

"What can't happend sweetheart?" he retaliates by taking a step forward

"This" you point between you and him

"This can't happend" he mimics you but continues. "But can this happend?" he towers over you and slowly brings his head down to your neck placing a kiss. Then he places another, then he starts it again. Your lost in his hold, but suddenly you snap back to reality.

"No!!" you push him away

"Ok ok whew! easy, sweetheart!" He takes tiny steps back with a smirk putting his hands in the air

You push yourself off the wall and stand straight. "No!!" You point at him.

He starts to look at you, seductively. His were a light but dark shade of blue and his mouth formed a smirk that you know has luted many in, in the past. You feel yourself fall for the trap, but you force yourself to fall out of it.

"Stay away from me!" you snap at him and go into your room closing the door

You hear him say "we'll see" before you close the door. You could feel his smirk and the look on his face during that comment. We'll see...

#anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #star wars #obi wan #brothers best friend #secret #star wars smut #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut

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thesassypadawan · 3 months

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So Proud *part 2* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: (Takes place during the filming of ROTS) You’re so proud of Hayden and you feel like words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead. Hope you lovelies enjoy part 1 as well!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s just a tiny bit of the smut. Oral (Hay receiving) and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: A little something for @jediskywalkerblog! I really enjoyed writing this, made me feel all warm and spicy! Hope you like it! ❤️

- You’re so proud of Hayden! It’s not every day that someone so young is cast into a role so big. And here he was smiling, loving each minute he gets to play Anakin.

- Fortunately, you get to not only witness this magical time in his life. You also get to take part, helping him transform into the dashing jedi knight morning after morning.

- You know you tell him constantly how much you are. Which is almost always accompanied by his cheeks turning red and that shy little smile; so cute and yummy. But sometimes you feel that words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead.

- It didn’t take long to figure out how you wanted to do so and an even shorter amount of time to get it all ready. So with a plan in place, you waited patiently for the perfect moment to come along. And that just so happens to be today.

- “All right, people, that’s a wrap! See you all on Monday! Enjoy your weekend off!”

- Wearing a huge grin, he comes jogging over to you. “Hey, angel! You miss me?”

- You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “You know I’ve been here the whole time, Hay,” you giggle, swinging your legs.

- “I do,” he laughs. Reaching up to help you down from the crate you were perched on. The tall one he insisted you use, so you could ‘have a good view of everything’. More like so he could have a good view of you. “I just meant; did you miss spending time with me since lunch?”

- So sweet, so cheesy. Back on solid ground again, you rise up on your tip toes. “When you put it that way.” And place a tiny peck on his cheek. “Then yes, missed you.”

- You watch as that grin grows even bigger, making your heart melt. “Missed you too.”

- Wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close against his side. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Now come on. Let’s get me de-anakinized, so we can go enjoy our weekend together.”

- Doing the same yourself, you give him a playful bump with your hip. “Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

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- Once you finally ‘de-anakinized’ Hayden, you two return to his trailer. Where he, much to his great dismay, is told that he’ll be showering alone.

- It takes everything in you to not cave in and join him. Especially when he gives you that sad, little pout. “But we always do after work.”

- Despite all of this though, you hold your ground. Because, dammit, you worked hard on this plan and you aren’t going to have it derailed now. “I promise to take an extra long one with you tomorrow.”

- Thankfully your counteroffer was enough. “Fine, but I’m holding you to it.” And when you hear the water turn on, you get to work.

- Fixing yourself up a bit, so you no longer look like too much of a hot mess. Tidying and straightening up the bed, because it was still destroyed from last night; opps. And, finally, slipping into a little something. Something that was black and lacey, and he was sure to love.

- Just as you’re finishing up, the bathroom door opens and out steps Hay. All in his wet hair and wearing only a towel around his waist glory.

- Seeing you, a sly smiles spreads across his face. “What’s all this for?”

- Placing a hand on his chest, you guide him back towards the bed. “To show how proud I am of you…all weekend long.”

- Casually you remove the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Before gently pushing him down onto the mattress. “All weekend, huh?”

- Straddling his waist; you lean forward, brushing your lips across his. “Yes, to show you how hardworking you are.”

- You press tender kisses along his jaw. “How you’re so passionate.” Making him shiver, an ‘angel’ falling sweetly from his lips.

- You nip at his neck, teeth barely grazing over his sensitive skin. “So driven.” Making him whimper all cutely, unconsciously tipping his head to the side.

- You glide your tongue across his collarbone. Then slowly trail down to his chest and further after that. Following the lines of his body, along the path of his happy trail. Taking your time to savor every last delicious inch of him. “So caring.” Making him shudder, goosebumps forming in your wake.

- You come to rest between his thighs. Kissing up and down his shaft, licking hungerly at his base. “So proud of you.” Making him let out a breathy moan, fingers tangling in your hair.

- You pause. Gazing up at him lovingly, you whisper. “Never forget that, Hay.” Before wrapping your lips around his drooling tip and sucking harshly. Making him throw back his head, a low hiss escapes him.

- You’re so proud of Hayden! You know you tell him how much constantly, but sometimes you feel that words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead.

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mothdruid · 2 months

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Hi my lovely abby! For your birthday blurb weekend celebration I’d like to request this storm prompt: ⋆ "come here, i'll keep you safe. swear." With Anakin please and thank you❤️❤️hope you have the best day and happiest birthday! Love and hugs💕

Safe

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x afab!reader

word count: 900

a/n: ps. sorry if there are any inaccuracies with my star wars lore. i haven't watched anything star wars related in years. my love for anakin only recently resurfaced

A shudder ran through you as you listened to the unrelenting storm outside. The rain was pounding down outside, thunder clapping frequently with lighting following shortly after. It was making it hard to sleep. Each loud clap of thunder was frightening you back awake. Every shock of lightning illuminated your room.

Kamino was nothing but an endless ocean. As someone who grew up on Mandalore, it was hard to be okay with this watery landscape they called a planet. Especially with how severe the storms were. You had had the occasional storm on Mandalore growing up, but nothing like this. You were surprised the buildings were still standing above what.

Being sent here felt almost like a punishment. You knew it was necessary, but hell. The only thing making it better was the people you had been sent there with. Obi-wan had been the one to ask for you, which apparently Anakin encouraged. When Ahsoka said that you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.

You weren't sure what it was, but there was just something about Anakin that made your heart beat a little faster. The two of you had been on one assignment together. That was the beginning of it all, and now you could barely get him out of your mind.

Ever since the storm had started you wondered if he was like you. If he was staring at the ceiling, hoping for some calm. Or if he was fast asleep, the storm barely even noticeable. You closed your eyes, mind wandering to more thoughts of Anakin. Just as your mind was wondering if he was in his normal sleep ware. His broad chest cover by nothing, only a loose fitting pair of black pants on his waist.

Boom! Crack!

You sat up that time, chest rising and falling quickly. You dug your nails into your palms. Tightness tugged at all of your muscles. You needed to do something else besides just laying there. Without another thought you got up and headed to grab your robe.

After putting your robe on, you opened your door and moved into the hallway. At least in the hallway the storm didn't sound as loud. You didn't have a plan in mind. At this point, if you needed to walk around the halls all night to feel better you would. So, that's what you did.

The halls were empty, except for the occasional guard. Your foot steps were being drowned out by the sound of the storm outside. Hell, your thoughts were starting to become drowned out by the noise. You were starting to wonder how any of these guards were staying focus with all of the noise.

While lost in thought you rounded the corner of the hall, hoping to continue walking. Instead you were met with another body. The two of you bumped into each other, obvious that neither of you were really paying attention. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you up straight as you regained your balance.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," you started apologizing immediately, ready to start hear some guard yell at you. It never came though.

"Hey, it's okay," a familiar voice said.

Everything started clicking into place in your mind. The strong hands and chest, soft yet firm voice. You had slammed directly into the man who had been plaguing your thoughts all night so far.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you apologized again.

"Like I said, it's okay," a soft smile was on his lips. "What's got you up this late anyway?"

"Oh, I just am having a hard time sleeping," you tugged the front of your robe around you a little more.

Anakin was exactly as you had imagined him. Black robe, black pants, no shirt. Tonight really just wasn't your night. First the storm and now him.

"Is there any particular thing keeping you up?" His tone had a bit of concern to it, something that wasn't too common for him.

"Oh no, not real-"

As if the storm knew what you were about to say, a loud boom of thunder clapped outside. You tilted your head inward, drawing away from the loud sound as your body tensed. Anakin's hand on your arm tightened a little bit, as if he was still trying to keep you up right. Lightning flashed and leaked in through the windows of the hallway.

"I don't like the storm either," he whispered reassuringly.

"I'm just not used to them like this," you started, "not with the water and everything. It makes me worried."

"Worried?"

"Yeah, like what if it gets too bad and something happens?" The nerves were making your voice shake a little.

"Come here, I'll keep you safe. Swear."

Without warning, Anakin's arms slipped around you and pulled you into him. The soft skin of his broad chest was pressed against your cheek now. You let your arms wrap around him, holding him in a similar embrace that he had you in.

The two of you sat there like that long enough for another loud boom of thunder to occur. That time when you tensed Anakin was there, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. His embrace almost made you forget about the storm, the loud noise being the only thing reminding you now. Even the lightning had ceased to exist with face nestled into his chest. For the rest on the night the storm didn't bother you.

thank you so so much for asking for my boy ani!!! i really hope you enjoy this fluffy blurb<3

don't forget to send blurbs in for my birthday event!

birthday blurb weekend!

#moths 26th #blurb weekend #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker fluff #star wars fluff #star wars fic

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friskynotebook · 10 days

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May the Fourth Be With You!! ✨In honour of Star Wars Day, I’m launching a special plushie set featuring The Team—Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

As well, I’m launching a special post-TPM Anakin and Obi-Wan sticker!

I also have some made-to-order solo Anakin plushies, cuddly Otterwans, and a few other ready-to-ship cuties, plus all my other offerings. Oh, and there’s a 25% off sale for this weekend only—no code needed! ✨

Please note my processing times before placing an order! I’ll be spending some much needed time with my family and will be slower to fulfill and dispatch orders during this time

No-pressure tags: @saradika @obiknights @ladyxskywalker @palfriendpatine66 @forloveofcodywan @alabama-metal-man @chaoticdumbassrogue @foreverchangingfandomsao3 @0bianidalas @darlingamidala

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #the phantom menace #Star Wars #star wars fanart #crochet toys #crochet #crochet plushie #plushies #crocheters of tumblr #amigurumi #handmade toys #crochet community #otterwan #milk and cookies #my art #artbytmb

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jadegmfu · 2 months

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tutor me — ASBF!Anakin x Reader.

I had this in drafts, but i really don't know if i should continue it. this is an unfinished work by the way.

CW; fluff, light angst..??

im tagging u here cuz you've been waiting for this one, ily @mortalheartache

3rd year highschool — 5 years ago.

both you and anakin, were nemesis' always having banters, playful insults, sarcastic comments until.. both of you got tired of it.

meanwhile anakin well, he wanted to court you. but first he wanted to be your friend, you'd see him in your band practices, he'd sit with you by recess and lunch, he'd accompany you while walking home

oh he started asking you what you liked and what are the things you liked to do, it was sweet how the cute nerdy ex nemesis-ish (you could say both of you are frenemies) of yours is trying to get to nnow you as a friend atleast that's what you thought, hmm?

and then one day, he asked “may i court you?” you were pretty surprised of his question and how long it'd take you to say

yes to being his girlfriend, you finally answered him “you may” with a smile on your lips.

he took things slowly, for your sake. he didn't want you to feel overwhelmed, he started going to your gigs, spending every minute with you, no inappropriate touches of course. just holding hands.. hugs, waist hugs, etc. that's the rule he's trying to follow, but he does give you words of affirmation, quality time, small gifts, even bought you a beautiful necklace.

he was courting you for 9 months, until you finally said “yes— yes i wanna be your girlfriend” you answered him when he asked “so.. are you ready now?”

back to the present. (2nd year college)

he barely had time for you now, but he still loved you.

at weekends he'd spend his whole two days with you, that is if he's done doing his project

oh he loved showing you his creations, he loved seeing your eyes light up in fascination.

you've got an attractive boyfriend that every girl in the campus wants to date him, oh they envy you for that. you've watched a few girls ask him out, seeing all of them walk away in disappointment, you've heard what he said to one girl before, “hard pass, i have goals, studies and most importantly my girlfriend to focus on.”

what he said made your day, oh it made you very happy.

later on the day, your math teacher had recently told you about your grades,

you had a failing mark, and of course you'll do anything to pass. so you went your boyfriend.

"What?" Anakin says that at the same time he stops typing on his laptop, turning his gaze from the screen to you, scrunching his eyes a little bit. You're interrupting his free period and his peace, and he doesn't appreciate that.

"You want me to tutor you?" He seems surprised and reluctant, skeptical about your request.

"yes! i mean.. do you wanna? i understand if you don't want to tutor me." you replied, looking down. you don't really like how he's being skeptical and reluctant right now.

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #modern!anakin au (jadegmfu ver)#ASBF!Anakin #anakin x reader #fluff #sw fluff #light angst #star wars anakin #anakin x y/n

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wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart · 3 months

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Weekend recommendations

Sometimes (often) I'm here to read fics for the shameless kriffing and not necessarily so much for the plot. I've gathered these in my collection, shameless.

This weekend's recommendation is Ready Stance by @intermundia. It features two of my favourite things in a fic, lightsaber duel and hot unrestrained smut... Sorry forgot one thing, so three favourites, because commanding, demanding Master Obi-Wan kriffing the living light out of Anakin is definitely one of my favourite things too.

#weekend recommendations #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #fanfiction #fic recs #recommendations #star wars #star wars fan fic #fanfic #smut #lightsaber duel #hot smut 🔥🔥🔥#not so much plot

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grapenehifics · 1 year

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I need fewer 90's-movie-but-make-it-Obikin ideas, not more, but Jurassic Park is on TV and I want it.

Obi-Wan is the cranky paleontology professor glad to finally have gotten approval to go back into the field but the department chair tells him he has to take this flashy new paleobotany postdoc with him and Obi-Wan's like, I don't want to babysit some child just out of grad school, thanks, and the dean's like, well, too bad, his tiktok is getting our department more good press than your entire career has, just take him and let him make his dumb videos or you can't go so Obi-Wan's like UGH fine but when they get there and actually meet he's like, oh shit I actually like him??

They say they're just casually sleeping together because, uh, who else are you going to sleep with on a dig in the middle of the Badlands, but it's fast becoming A Thing for both of them so when Dooku shows up and offers Obi-Wan a bunch of money to come spend the weekend at his Costa Rican nature preserve he naturally invites Anakin, too, and Anakin's like, oh good, you can finally meet my kids. (Obi-Wan: Your what now?)

Leia's suspicious of this older man but dinosaur-obsessed Luke worshiped Dr. Kenobi even before Anakin started working with him and talks his ears off. Obi-Wan has no idea what to do with ten-year-olds and they're all super awkward together. Anakin is worried this is all going very badly and overcompensates which just makes it more awkward.

Then the dinosaurs show up. Obi-Wan, Luke, and Leia are separated from the rest of the group and have to learn to work together. Anakin's freaking the fuck out. Ahsoka's the mathematician/computer wizard who figures out the corporate espionage plot, and that Anakin means more to Obi-Wan than he's really ready to admit.

And Yoda voices Mr. DNA.

#obikin

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forcemeanakin · 7 months

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𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

•WARNINGS: Semi-smut. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this). Dirty talk, teasing in a public space, voyeurism, make out session. Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part Two Summary: After your little moment with Mr. Skywalker last night, you’re determined to persuade your father-in-law into fucking you. Right on the dinner table with everyone else around. Including your boyfriend.

Word count: 3.5K.

Link to Part One

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao.

I’m super excited to announce that I’m very motivated to continue the journey of this pairing, so I’ll be turning FYBD into a series! :) but please be patient! I don’t usually deliver short fics, that’s why it takes me so long to post ! (also look at me trying to polish my themes, omg who am I?)

NEXT PART WILL BE PUBLISHED ON SATURDAY !!!! <3 Consider this as a Part 2.1. If you wanna be tag on it, leave me a comment below :)

“Alright, everyone gather at the table! Dinner 's ready!” Padmé yelled, placing the last set of plates while Leia dropped the center piece.

“Sugar, you look like a million bucks.” Luke complimented your outfit while you finished up accessorizing, hiding your eye roll by clipping your earrings.

Last night, you eventually made it to bed with him, feeling uneasy the rest of the night. You gave Luke your back, refusing to cuddle or respond to his arms wrapped around your waist. Tossing and turning, every time you shut down you dreamed about Anakin and his lustful orbs. And, unlike someone with common sense, you didn’t feel guilt from your forbidden target. No, it riled you up even more.

Being spooned by your boyfriend while thinking about his dad.

The naughtiness of it was a thrill you didn’t want to stop chasing.

“Is that dress new?” From the moment you woke up to this very instant, Luke hadn’t stopped apologizing and drowning you in compliments and demonstrations of affection.

Yet you still hadn’t responded to him with the same tenderness, prolonging your fight. The reality was that you had already forgotten all about the “slut” bomb, but staying angry at him somehow justified daydreaming about fucking Anakin.

“Thank you.” You replied coldly, checking yourself one last time in the mirror, turning around to make sure the back side wasn’t wrinkled.

You had chosen the tight, long, black dress even before making it your personal mission to seduce your boyfriend’s dad. You were now thanking Y/n from the past for packing something so flattering and form fitting to this particular event. It’s not like you were out of place, everyone was dressing up as well.

“Guys! I’m not calling you again!” Padmé rushed.

“Y/n I don’t want us to keep fighting… Not this weekend, please?” Luke caught your attention by trapping your hands inside his palms. “I’ll do better. Be more adventurous for you…” He murmured, caressing your arms with tenderness. Arching an eyebrow at your cleavage, “Maybe make it up to you tonight?”

Disappointment settled in your chest at the prospect of not spending the night with Anakin.

“Sure.” You faked a smile. “I’d like that.”

“Great.” He kissed your cheek, missing your horrorized face. “Now, after you, m’lady.” He exaggerated a bow for you to walk in front of him.

You snorted, “You’re such a dork.”

Luke escorted you to the table, pulling your chair to sit right in the middle of him and the empty head of the table. Right in front of you was Padmé, with a gorgeous light blue gown and beside her was Leia, who was trying to sit down Han at the other head of the table.

“I don’t want to sit right in front of your dad!” He whispered-yelled, being harshly pushed by his girlfriend to sit his ass down. To be such a tiny person, she sure was strong.

“Try to bond!” She whispered back, fanning herself so the sweat wouldn’t ruin her makeup.

“I'll get food poisoning” He huffed, crossing his arms in a childish manner. “And he’ll puke in my face.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, accepting Padmé’s offering of a glass of wine while observing Han’s pout.

“Easy for you to laugh, newbie.” He scoffed with his usual feistiness. “Could you please do something despicable so he hates you instead of me?”

Oh, you sure had done something to scare him off.

After he practically ran away from you at full speed, you hadn’t seen him all day. Leia and Han adopted you the whole morning, taking you to pick up some stuff for dinner and showing you around the area. Luke joined in at lunch time, after dealing with a way-too-long call from his friend Din. And even when you came back to the house, Anakin was secluded in his little cave, his personal workshop, in the back of the house and hadn’t showed up at all.

“Y/n, love that dress, you’ll have to lend it to me.” Leia complimented mid sip.

“Manners, Leia.” Padmé scolded her, head moving in disapproval as she set her napkin on her lap.

“You can borrow it whenever you want.” You winked at the short girl, earning a heartfelt smile.

“It’s perfect for my funeral.” Han dramatically threw himself on the backrest.

“Han, I can’t think of something I could do that would make him dislike me more than you.” You joked, cracking a breadstick.

Yes, you could.

“Maybe you could kick R2. At least that’s what Han did.” Luke snorted, Han’s head snapping to send daggers to the blonde.

“I didn’t kick R2!” Han raised his voice while wincing.

“Yeah, you did.” Leia murmured under her breath.

“I accidentally fell on him! How was I supposed to know that he was behind me?” Han freaked out, dramatizing the scenery. “Oh, who am I trying to convince? You already made up your mind about it.” He dismissed the potential debate, shooting the rest of his beer.

“Han, you’re overreacting, he doesn’t hate you.” Padmé reassured him with a soft smile. “That much.” She said under her breath.

“How bad could dad actually be?” Luke rolled his eyes, picking one of the entreés to stuff into his mouth in one bite.

You googled him while you were supposed to be showering: the “Hero with No Fear” had enough battles, manslaughtering and war crimes under his belt for Han’s panic to have grounds, your deep investigation showed.

“Ha! You haven’t endured his bullying for two years.” Han crossed his foot over his knee.

“And counting.” The voice that had you clenching around nothing boomed through the air, his figure appearing just when Han was about to eat a piece of breadstick, immediately choking. “Good, now I don’t have to do it myself…” Anakin muttered under his breath.

Anakin’s eyes widened when he distinguished that the seat reserved for him was right by your side. His usual seat was always at the head of the table, but having you at arm's reach was exceptionally dangerous after the occurrences of last night. It felt like all his hard work of avoiding you all day was just thrown into the trash with a single sweep. He convinced himself that he had to push through dinner, eating faster than usual and quickly returning to his workshop and wait until everybody left the dining room, so he could safely seek refuge in his bedroom.

Nonetheless, faith had a different path for him. One of painful blue balls and heavy sweating.

Why did you have to wear that dress? Was it indeed appropriate for a family dinner or was it just him thinking too much of it with the head inside his pants?

And why were you smirking at him like he was the meal you were about to devour?

“Anakin, good, you’re here. Let’s say grace so we can properly start eating.” Padmé announced, glaring at her son that was currently on his third appetizer.

Padmé thanked the Maker for having the whole family here, making special emphasis on being grateful for you this year, the new member of the family. You popped an eye open, and voilá, Anakin was staring at you while her wife praised you to the rest of the table. Separating your palms from praying position, you dropped one on top of his, careful not to make a single noise. You drew random figures inside his palms with your nail, biting your lip as you checked him out. If his handsome face wasn’t enough already, he was wearing a full suit, black tie on top of a white buttoned up.

Perfect to rip apart.

“And please bless this delicious meal that it’s about to feed us… Amen.” Right before she could pronunciate that final word, Anakin had slapped your hand away. “Alright, let’s dig in! Ani, honey, could you do the honors and carve the turkey?”

Whatever that would keep him away from temptation.

Getting up, Anakin picked up the utensils, turning the turkey around to cut into it. Doing the proper round, he asked every single person their meat preferences before making the incision, starting with his wife. Anakin quickly ruled that him with knives and using his strength to lash a large piece of meat wasn’t the best evasive mechanism when he spotted you drooling over his flexed bicep.

“Dad, I want a leg.” Leia requested, passing up her plate to him.

“Sure, darling.” Anakin propped the leg on her plate carefully. “Good choice.”

“I want one too, please.” Han put his plate up in his direction.

Anakin glared and huffed, but eventually dumped the requested piece on Han’s dish. “Fucking child…”

Giving up, Han dropped on his chair, violently biting the leg. After Luke picked white meat, Anakin had no other choice but to pay attention to you.

“Y/n-” He cleared his throat, ignoring your subtle attempt to press your cleavage against the table so your tits would pop into his vision. “How do you like your meat?”

Anakin regretted that question the second he formulated it. Although, he was appreciative that the brawl between the twins deprived everyone else from your answer.

You offered your plate to him, wide doe eyes as your foot grazed his shin. “I like my meat tender.” Your velvety voice sent an electric wave directly to his groin.

The rest of the dinner was no better.

Playing footsie, curling your hair with your finger, glancing at him longer than necessary, more lascivious than necessary. There was this particular moment that still had his mind-blown: You, leaned over to Luke to whisper something in his ear, gaining a laugh from him in complicity and sealing the adorable scene with a quick peck, all while your sandal made its way up to an escalating boner inside Anakin’s underpants.

“Pass the salt, please.” Anakin requested out loud, clearing his throat, seeking a distraction.

But you were fast as a bolt.

“There you go, sir.” Flashbacks from your face all flustered calling him that kicked in, the salt shaker falling from his hand at his nervousness and the contact of your hand.

“Y/n, question.” Leia broke through the madness of noises.

“Of course, shoot.” Anakin was amazed at your ability to smile like nothing was happening underneath the table, like you weren’t trying to touch his thigh underneath the table cloth with the hand that wasn’t supporting your chin.

“What’s your major? I think I haven’t asked you that yet.” Leia swallowed a spoonful of sweet potato casserole.

“I’m a psych major.” You drank a bit of your wine.

“Oh, that solves the mystery. You’re dating Luke as an experiment, aren’t you?” Leia mocked, earning a kick from her brother. “Auch, laser brain!”

“Leia!” Padmé scolded her.

“My God, have you been psychoanalyzing us this whole time?” Han stopped chewing his biscuit as he stared deep into your soul. “How bad is it?” He was dead serious.

“Oh my- No! No! I haven’t, I promise.” You totally had.

“Could you please prescribe something to mom so she relaxes once in a while?” Leia begged. “Or give her a session, whatever works.”

“Bet you are thrilled to hear Y/n is a psychologist, huh, sir? Know how much you love shrinks, Mr. Skywalker.” Han’s sarcasm revealed -in a very obvious way- how much Anakin did not like your profession.

“Still better than being a smuggler.” Anakin bit down on a piece of meat with venom directly right at Han.

“Oh, dad!” Luke exclaimed. “You should do dad!”

You grinned at the way Anakin almost spit his drink.

“I’m so open to that, sir.” You turned to meet the former Jedi’s face and smirked with mischief at Anakin’s knuckles turning white on his grip on the chair.

“Do you do the little shrink couch thing?” Han wondered with his mouth full.

“I mean, if the patient wants to lay down while I do all the work, that’s fine by me.” You laughed innocently, batting your eyelashes to Anakin the second everyone got distracted trying to guess what you would diagnosed Han with.

Sensing Anakin’s heavy breathing, you did the whole charade of dropping your fork onto the floor, obliged to pick it up. As much as Anakin tried to nervously hide the bulge in his pants, you confirmed that your little game was in fact working. You sat back on your chair with a victorious snicker.

“Oh, c’mon dad! Let Y/n work her magic on you! You bottle so much stuff, it’s good to let them out.” Leia reasoned, completely missing the panicked face of the woman that gave birth to her.

“Suddenly, I’m full.” Anakin announced, cleaning the sauce off the edges of his mouth and tossed the napkin to his plate, getting ready to leave.

“You can’t go, we haven’t had dessert yet.” Padmé frowned, signaling with a harsh glare to sit back down.

“Why don’t Luke and I take care of that?” You stood up, picking up the empty plates around.

“Oh, no, sweetie, you’re a guest-”

“No problem at all! Please let me take care of you.” The fact that you said that while collecting Anakin’s plate was a true coincidence.

“Only if you let Han and I wash the dishes!” Leia negotiated, following her mother’s welcoming values.

“Shut up, I bet they were going to do it anyway.” Han grunted with gritted teeth.

“We’ll be back with dessert.” You declared, dividing the tower of plates and walking to the kitchen with your boyfriend.

While Luke threw away the leftovers, you came back to scoop up the rest of the plates with the side dishes and so. You surveyed everyone about their dessert preferences, until you reached a spot next to Anakin.

“Padmé, back me up here! Wouldn’t it be cool if we save money on rent and live in the Falcon?” Han upped his voice to match Leia’s.

“I'm not living on a ship that’s falling apart, Han!”

“It would be an adventure every day!”

Sliding by Anakin’s side to hoist up the gravy bowl, you briefly grazed his shoulder with your chest, excusing the lame contact by your need to stretch for the dish. While you were leaned over him, the low-cut of your dress exposed to his delight, you turned your head and asked him:

“Would you like dessert, sir?” No one would figure that your question had any double meaning, but Anakin knew the filthy desires your eyes hid.

“Not for me, thanks.” He smiled curtly, doing a superhuman effort not to fall into the teasing of your playful peaks behind the tight fabric.

“Are you sure, Mr. Skywalker? The pie’s so soft and warm, very creamy. Baked it myself.” Anakin visibly shuddered, inhaling sharply as he closed his eyes while gripping the armrest.

You grinned, thanking your hair for covering your expressions to the rest of the family so you could bite your lip lecherously.

“On a diet.” He spat, playing with his fork to avoid the magnetic pull of your wanting eyes. And if you hadn’t taken the hint, he rubbed his eye with his left hand, showing off the gold band in his ring finger.

“Please, it’s cheat day.” You curved your lips into a smirk, feeling clever at the pun. “Just a taste? Bet you’ll love it.” That tortuous glint in your eyes. It had him, it had him good.

“He’s always playing hard to get, Y/n. Bring him a piece!” Padmé interrupted the moment, smiling at you and Anakin, unaware of the tension she had just cut off.

“I see that.” You finally left the table, not without grazing his back with your swaying hips.

“You know what? I’ll help you with these.” Anakin barked, standing up and picking the few dishes left.

“Oh-” You stiffened at his huge figure walking towards you. You were not prepared for him to bite into the trap. “Not necessary, sir. I’ll come back for the rest.”

“Let me. It’s the least I can do.” Standing in front of you, he raised his eyebrows to hurry you.

Nervously, you made your way to the small aisle before the kitchen, feeling the powerful pounding of your heart. His presence hung heavy behind you and suddenly the bravery you had flagged during supper had magically disappeared, the only trail it left were your jelly legs. Mere feet from the kitchen door, you felt a pull from your waist, your back stamping against the wall.

“Is this funny to you?” Anakin glared at you, pressing your torso enough to threaten your ability to breathe. “Trying to break up a marriage, being the homewrecker of your boyfriend’s family? While he’s at the table?”

You tried to escape, fighting against him for your release. But if the enlarging of his nostrils was any sign, you were not going anywhere anytime soon. It was time to summon that feistiness back.

“You can’t mess up something that’s already broken.” You snapped, squinting your eyes. “Why are you really here Anakin? To tell me off?” You cocked an eyebrow, glancing down at him. “You don’t seem rather convincing.”

Being between a rock and a hard place had a whole other meaning when you were sandwiched between the wall… and Anakin’s crotch.

“Stop it.” He demanded, seeing the way you put aside the dishes on a nearby table to play with the lapels of his suit.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” You grazed your lips against his chin, enjoying the quivering that came from it. “Why do you fight it, Anakin? And don’t pull up your lame excuse of a marriage, when we both know that’s not the reason.”

Anakin pushed you by your throat, your head hardly banging against the wallpaper. He overlooked your whining, taking advantage of your dizziness to get his point through.

“Forget me, Y/n. All about me. All that happened.” He warned in a deeper voice. “For my sake. For yours.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, Anakin, and I’ll stop, hell, I’ll fucking leave.” You murmured with a fire in your eyes letting him know that you weren’t joking around. “Just say the words and I’ll be out of your face.”

Disappointment settled in Anakin’s chest at the prospect of not seeing you anymore.

So he stayed silent, waiting for the duel inside his head to end and speak the winner’s name: lust or reason. Luke’s voice calling for his girlfriend helped the struggle come to a conclusion.

“You haven’t answered the question.” You reminded him, to his disdain. “I want you, Anakin, you-”

“Forget me, Y/n. It may be too late for me, but there may be salvation for Luke and you.” He advised, pushing the plates back to you, stepping back.

“Y/n! I need help over here!” Luke again.

“Alright. Loud and clear, sir.” You spat, brushing past Anakin while he still stared at the floor.

Marching down to where the voice was calling you, you encountered Luke elbow deep into the water.

“Hey, you brought the rest of the-”

“Did you mean it? When you said you wanted to be more spontaneous?” Your breathing was irregular from the adrenaline rush.

“What?” Luke frowned, drying up his forearms with the hand towel.

“Kiss me, Luke. Kiss me now.” You demanded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing against him.

“It’s everything okay? Why-”

“Luke! Please.” You purred on his ear, peppering smooches along his cheek. “Kiss me, please.”

Once Luke caught up with your level of neediness, he delivered the antidote for your hornyness. Hands fixed on your hips, Luke’s lips found yours and played along at the dangerous pace you set. The makeout session quickly escalated: out of nowhere you were roughly jammed against the counter top, manly hands sliding to your back side to squeeze some of the fat. You reciprocated Luke’s attention by playing with his hair as you sucked his bottom lip. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as kissing Anakin; because even when you and Luke were almost sucking each other’s face off, he was still too gentle for you.

But thrill didn’t take long to appear through the door.

Anakin’s stroll to the kitchen ceased at the door frame, when he spotted the heated embrace you two were entangled in. Thankfully, the only person he could see was you and barely because of Luke’s back. So your visual connection was only possible because you managed to angle your boyfriend so you could see Anakin above his shoulder.

Luke moaned when you hugged him tighter, kissed him harder.

“Y/n.” He moaned, unaware that your sudden passion was boosted at the sight of his dad’s heaving chest.”You’re so hot, sugar.”

“I want you.” You whimpered, staring dead into Anakin’s eyes. “I need you.” Your naked leg escaped the slit from your dress, surrounding Luke’s hip. “Just do it. Give it to me.”

Whatever sweet nothing Luke murmured into your ear flew right under your radar as you delighted yourself with the view of Anakin’s hurting frown. The image was ripped away from you when Luke physically circled your attention back to you.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. You’re too much for me.” Thanking him, you came back to kissing, the only escape route you had at hand to evade his love bombarding.

However, Luke’s cringy dirty talk was the second most disappointing thing to happen in that kitchen, just after Anakin leaving.

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Chapter Eight: But First, Soup

Luke’s self-promised timeframe for his father is coming to an end and it does not seem like Anakin Skywalker is ready to break free from the grasp of Palpatine nor the Dark-side. Now fearing for his own safety, unable to trust his father, fourteen-year-old Luke does something thought to be impossible that changes the whole of the Force itself...a change that may become uncontrollable and more dangerous than originally believed.

Running into familiar, and unfamiliar, faces in the next step of his journey, Luke's own sanity is starting to fray as he questions every move he makes and realizes the depth of depravity the Empire will take to find him.

New Moonblight update! time for some wisdoms and figuring out how to properly ensure Yoda talks correctly. We are in the mentor-season for sure--Luke needs it.

I was hoping for Ghosts to update next weekend but man, I think I went too far away from guilty-pleasure fic cause I'm struggling :/ I cannot figure out why a fic I was so excited for is just not being written well. So, we may be on a Moonblight kick for a bit until I can get it figured out!

Anyway, hope this update is enjoyed! Let me know what you think!

#star wars #the mandalorian #moonblight #luke skywalker #din djarin #darth vader #dinluke

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howdidthisevenhappenanyway · 11 days

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feeling wretched and can’t write so I decided to post a fic I probably won’t write idea thing

working title: Mr & Mrs Sith

when the jedi order can’t take in Anakin for some legitimate reason or other (human trafficking or something maybe? ‘there is an Standard of Procedure for a reason Master Jinn!’), Obi-Wan leaves the Jedi order to train him. he promised his master he’d tran the boy and he’d also threatened to leave if they wouldn’t take him and when they couldn’t? well obi wan wasn’t about to make himself a liar or no one would ever listen to a threat from him ever again!

Somehow in the course of leaving, Dooku re-introduces Obi-Wan to Palpatine and Obi-Wan, trained in the ways of a conman with the power of Force Suggestions at his disposal ends up marrying him for his money and contacts and the hopes he can convince him to change some of the laws that resulted in Anakin not being accepted.

so we know this is kind of bad because palpatine now has the influence over anakin he craves but Obi-Wan is running a con with Palpatine… and then one weekend, while Anakin is on a trip with his Uncle LaQuan and Cousin Laylah (training in slave-freeing ops and funds liberation), Obi-Wan somehow finds out Sheev is a Sith, and it all goes DOWN

the fic ends with not Obi-Wan killing Sheev or Sheev killing Obi-Wan, but Anakin stumbling onto the scene and trying to kill Sheev and Quinlan stepping in and taking the old man out to save the kid some angst that he’s not ready for, as he hasn’t been trained in Shadow coping mechanisms yet.

anyway there is a big kerfuffle but in the end Obi-Wan ends up stinking rich and possibly the chancellor, depending on how silly we want the inheritance laws to get.

#star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #sheep palpatine #pffft #sheev palpatine #anakin skywalker #count dooku #quinlan vos #aayla secura #there would be a thing about obi wan thwarting assassination plot after assasination plots and wondering if he’s unfuckable because sheev #doesn’t touch him #and thwarting assasination plots against shmi too #but yeah #fun fun fun

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weixuldo · 2 years

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Enigma// Ch 1

Modern!Anakin x Reader

(A/N: this is the prompt abt 30s anakin and college student reader lol. it’s set in modern time and anakin is kind of antisocial…(more on that later) yes sounds like unconditionally but going a v diff route)

Stressed and upset, you go to a local dive bar to try to take your mind off of things…

warnings: alcohol, depression?, antisocial behavior

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“Thank you, have a nice weekend” is what your professor said at 2:30 Friday afternoon. You were finally free for the weekend, and boy did you need it. This week had been particularly rough for no apparent reason. You walked out of the lecture hall and down to the dining hall.

It wasn’t terribly busy at the moment so you grabbed some food and went to look for a table. Once you set your food down you went to get a drink, sadly there was only one spout on the drink machine that produced regular water, and it was rather slow today.

You awkwardly stood there as the glass slowly filled. One of the popular student athletes was standing behind you. You didn’t know her name, but she had a beautiful complexion, not a pimple in sight. Her hair was done in braids with blue and white coloring.

You felt bad about “hogging” the water so you just gave up at half a glass and excused yourself so she could fill her water bottle. You finished your late lunch in silence as you planned your night.

You got back to the dorm and your roommate was in there with her boyfriend…great. You told her you were going to the bar tonight and not to expect you back. Basically giving her the green light to have the boyfriend stay over. She thanked you, with a little too much enthusiasm and you left the two of them to get ready elsewhere.

You did your make up and put on a black dress that wasn't the most modest thing you had. I mean, you were looking to forget about the week after all. You grabbed the rest of your things and called an uber. You were definitely not planning to go back to campus tonight.

You reached the shitty dive bar that all the college kids and ‘trendy” locals went to. Once you stepped out of the car, your heels sunk into gravel. You thanked your driver and continued into the smoke infested bar.

The college kids with fakes tended to congregate around the front of the building, away from the actual bar, maybe out of fear of being caught. But you were of age so you sat yourself down on a barstool and leaned on the counter.

“Would you like the regular Darlin'” the bartender, who now considered you a regular, asked.

You nodded and the man began to prepare you a Moscow mule. He slid hte copper mug towards you and you thanked him. You sipped on the refreshing drink as you scanned the bar.

Too old, too young, too loud, asshole, asshole, creep, too old

You almost gave up until you saw a handsome man leaning against the bar. He was wearing black pants, a dark long sleeve, and … gloves? He was basically dressed for winter…it was the middle of August.

You studied him a bit more before choosing to interact. He had a head of nice sandy brown hair and striking blue eyes. He had a sharp jawline and a beautiful side profile. You finished your drink for courage and then went on your way.

“Nice outfit” you said, a flirty tone to your voice.

He turned to you slowly, “mhm” before sipping more of his drink.

Sheesh. Tough crowd.

“You don't look particularly happy to be here” you observed with a small smile.

He looked at you once more before placing his glass on the bar.

“Correct, I’m not”.

“Why not?” you asked.

He nodded his head towards a bearded guy and a girl with braids. “We’re celebrating.”

“You don’t seem very celebratory”

“I don’t like bars”

You hummed in response, “I don’t really like bars either”.

“Then why are you here?” he asked, kind of accusatory.

“Because I’m fucking miserable” you giggled, which triggered a hiccup.

He glanced at you and a small smirk tugged at his lips, “Me too”.

You smiled at him and ordered another round of drinks. Once you had enough alcohol in your system to be officially counted as inebriated, you became bolder.

“What’s with the gloves?”

“It’s cold,” he responded shortly.

“It’s August”

To that he looked down at his glass. You moved to place your hand on one of his, but he snatched it away before you could. Before you could say anything the guy and girl he pointed at came up.

Once they were in the light you recognized the girl from your school. She was the athlete who was behind you at lunch in the dining hall.

“Hey, Don't you go to my school?” she asked. You were surprised she remembered you.

“Yeah, I’m F/N L/N, I’m a junior” you extended your hand.

She shook it and smiled, “I’m Ashoka Tano, I’m a senior”.

You smiled, “I’ve seen you compete, you’re really talented”.

She let out a hearty laugh, “Well thank you… F/N!”

“Were you talking to this guy?” She asked, pointing to the guy you were indeed just talking to.

“She was,” he answered before you.

“Wanna join us?” Ashoka asked, “we’re celebrating this job I got!”

“Of course! As long as you're fine with it” you smiled

“Definitely!”

You learned Ahsoka secured a job for the military, something to do with athletic training in the army. You later learned the oldest man in the group’s name was Obi-wan, but he went by Ben. The three of you enjoyed drinks for the greater portion of the night before you were all pretty drunk.

“-Back”

Huh?

“I said how are you going to get back?” Anakin repeated.

He must have meant home. “Ummm, I don’t know- I didn't really expect to go home t-tonight” you slurred, trying to steady yourself.

He sighed, standing form his seated position . Obviously he was not as hammered as you.

“I can drive or something” you offered.

“You’re way too wasted to get behind the wheel, plus you said you didn’t even drive here”.

Oh yeah.

“I’ll Uber” you offered.

“Nahhh, don't do that! The Uber’s here aren *hic* Aren’t safe” Ahsoka said, herself wasted as well.

“Wait! Come with us!” she offered. “We’re crashing at Anakin’s!”.

He scowled at the woman behind him, he didn’t appreciate his house being offered up.

“No-It’s ok, he seems…mad” you said, his scowl looking menacing in your inebriated state.

“BOO! Party Pooper!” Ahsoka shouted, to which Ben shushed her. She rolled her eyes and continued to whisper “Boo”.

Anakin sighed and looked at you. You really weren’t in any shape to go back alone, and this wasn’t exactly the nicest part of town. He begrudgingly agreed and Ahsoka cheered.

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Anakin’s apartment was rather small, it wasn’t a tidy place, but it wasn't necessarily dirty either. It was a one bedroom apartment with a kitchen, bathroom, and living area. Ben pulled out the sofa bed and Ahsoka flopped onto it. Anakin retired to his room and Ben took a cot from the closet to sleep on. You didn’t really know what to do, so you just laid beside Ahsoka on the pullout

You examined his cluttered living room as you drifted to sleep. He had a lot of military gear and other random items scattered around. Was he a soldier? A headache rolled through your skull and you decided it was time to go to bed, you could wonder about the man tomorrow.

Morning came quicker than you would have liked it to. But nonetheless it did. You woke up not as bad as you were expecting. You had a mild headache but you weren't gripped by nausea, not bad for the drinking you did last night. You propped yourself up in the bed and saw Ahsoka pulling the blankets up from the end of the bed. To your left ben was still fast asleep ont he cot. You smelled coffee and got up to see what was up.

You turned the corner into the kitchen and saw a disheveled Anakin shakily pouring himself a cup of straight black coffee. He was still wearing gloves but he now had on a sweatshirt and sweatpants. His hands were shaking and you were worried he’d spill the coffee so you went up to him to do it for him.

His eyes widened when you took the mug and pot. You poured him a glass quickly and set the pot back under the maker. You placed the mug on the counter for him.

“I had that” he huffed.

Okayyy no thank you huh?

He reached for the mug only for him to fumble with the handle. Eventually he got a grip on it and took a sip. What was going on?

“Hey, are you ok-”

“I’m fine.” he started putting the mug back onto the counter. But he set it down at an awkward angle and the mug fell over, spilling some in the sink and the rest on the counter.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.

You heard Ben yawn and turn the corner, “Oh, Anakin let me help you with that” he said, approaching the spill.

Anakin scoffed and walked past you to get some paper towels. Well it was more like a limp than a walk.

He handed Ben some towels and they began to clean the spill. You went to reach for one to offer your help, but Anakin just glared at you.

Once you turned the corner into the living room you heard Ben say to him,

“You really should learn to be nicer to people who are just trying to help”.

followed by a crisp

“fuck off”

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(a/n another ani one, unlike unconditionally, is this one doesn’t have kids and his injuries aren’t from a car crash. I kinda just wanted to do an aloof bitchy ani with a naive/ oblivious reader)

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sendpseuds · 6 months

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WIP fic tag game!

Thanks for tagging me @tideswept

If you are tagged, post a picture or write out the names of your fics/WIPS as they are in your computer/phone. (Explain the names if you think it's necessary)

SO, turns out I have a lot more WIPs than I thought... some of these will probably never happen but I figured I'd list them all anyhow.

Feel free to ask any questions you'd like!

In no particular order...

Smutty Sith!Obi-Wan [one-shot] Jedi!Anakin captures Sith!Obi-Wan and through a liberal application of truth serum, realizes the Sith got himself captured on purpose.

Dalliances with Death [multi-chapter] Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself before Death several times in his life. Death finds he likes the man. A lot.

Dark!Obi-Wan [multi-chapter] Deathwatch has found a new ally: a powerful Sith hellbent on helping them take over Mandalore. Meanwhile, just outside Sundari, a man is pulled from the wreckage of a crashed ship — a man long thought dead — Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I Would Die For You [one-shot] Obi-Wan does not remember his deathbed confession, but Anakin definitely does [started because I could not stop listening to this song]

Girls' Night [one-shot] Thrawn and Eli spend a night eating popcorn, drinking wine, watching romcoms, and giving each other makeovers. Among other things...

Perfect Spiral [multi-chapter] Veteran Quarterback Obi-Wan Kenobi must defend his position on the Tatooine Raider from hotshot rookie Anakin Skywalker. Rivals to lovers.

Dinner with Dex [EIYWT one-shot] Obi-Wan takes Satine to meet Dex — a woman he apparently has already told the diner owner about... years ago, and extremely drunk [lots of Qui-Gon-related angst going on in this one]

Ventress WIP [one-shot] Obi-Wan returns Ventress’s lightsabers after the Ahsoka debacle [which is RIGHT after Satine's death] and immediately she can tell something is… off. They have a few drinks, spar a few times, until Ventress pushes too far, and things get out of hand. Fast.

Broadway Cody WIP [Resolute Theater one-shot] over a long weekend in college, Obi-Wan helps Cody explore his sexuality.

Con Artist AU [multi-chapter] Con artist Obi-Wan's apprentice thinks he's ready to strike out on his own, Obi-Wan disagrees [inspired by the insane 2001 film Heartbreakers]

I think that's all of them??

ANYWAY! I'm happy to chat about any of these, maybe it will get the words flowing again!

#my wips #wip game #ask me anything #so many stories #so little time

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Lessons In Love ~ 1

LESSONS IN LOVE MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1,870ish

Summary: Anakin and Padme talk to you and Obi-Wan individually, trying to get you both to see the truth.

Notes: Here’s the first chapter of this! Lol, I probably have too many series out at once but I don’t care. I have to go where the inspiration takes me. The reader’s arthritis and teaching position (and many of the situations) are heavily based on my real life so please be kind.

You sighed as you stepped out of your car and tried not to slam the door. It was a Monday, which meant the weekend was over and you had to go back to teaching. Not that you hated your job, it was just exhausting and could take a lot out of you. And lately, it had been.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.”

Your lips couldn’t help but form a small smile at the sound of your coworker's voice. It was rough, yet smooth somehow. You turned to face Obi-Wan, trying not to swoon at how attractive you found him. His short auburn hair with the matching well-groomed beard helped bring out his sparkling blue eyes. He was wearing dark brown slacks and a cream long-sleeve button-down with his satchel thrown over his shoulder and across his body.

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you replied. “Are you ready for this week?”

“Always,” he smiled at you. “You?”

“Oh, you know me, Mondays are always my favorite.”

He laughed and your heart filled with so much joy. Obi-Wan’s laugh was one of your favorite sounds ever since you had heard it a little over a year ago.

Obi-Wan joined the faculty last school year as a fifth-grade teacher. He immediately caught the eye of many of the women and men on the faculty with his looks. His charm and wit didn’t help ease any of that. You weren’t saved from the school-girl crush on him and as you actually got to know him, it worsened. You never did anything about it though as you didn’t know how dating a colleague would work out and you had no idea how he felt about you due to the fact he seemed to flirt with everyone on the staff.

“How was your weekend?” Obi-Wan wondered as he walked side-by-side with you.

“Not long enough,” you answered. “Spent most of it around my apartment, just trying to recover from last week.” Obi-Wan nodded along as you spoke. “How was yours?”

“It was good.” He opened the school door, holding it open for you. You walked in, giving him a thankful nod as he kept talking. “I spent a majority of it reading.”

“Oh? What were you reading?”

“My student’s stories,” he chuckled.

“Makes sense,” you smiled.

The two of you walked down the halls together, chatting, until you reached your classrooms. Your classroom was located right across the hall from his. Sometimes you would catch yourself staring at Obi-Wan as he taught. His students were always so engaged in his lessons and respected him. You longed to have the students view you similarly.

“Well, I hope you have a good day, Y/N,” Obi-Wan said before heading into his classroom.

“You too, Obi-Wan,” you replied, going into your own.

You went to your back u-shaped table and sighed as you sat down. Your elbows went on the tabletop and your head rested in your hands. When you told Obi-Wan that you spent the weekend recovering, you meant it. Last week had been hard on your arthritic body. You have Rheumatoid Arthritis and it really acted up last week due to the stress of your class. Though you loved your students, you had the hardest class in the grade, and most of their parents not helping with that. You were beginning to feel like more of a babysitter than a teacher, unable to actually teach because you were too busy handling the behavior problems in the class.

“Hey,” you looked up to see one of the third-grade teachers, Padme Amidala, coming into your room. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” you responded, pressing out a small smile.

“I don’t believe you.” Padme came up and pulled out one of the chairs on the other side of the table so that she could sit across from you. “Hard weekend?”

“Hard last couple weeks.”

“I’m sorry.”

Padme was your teacher-bestie. She taught second grade in the next hall over. She was also the only one at the school who knew about your chronic illness. She could easily read you, especially when it was a hard body day.

“It’s fine,” you brushed off. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Padme sighed, hating how you often brushed aside how your body was feeling to help your students or others. “You can take a day off, you know?”

“I know. But my students aren’t ready for a sub to come in yet and writing sub plans is far too much work.”

“Y/N,” Padme’s tone and look gave no room to second guess her disappointment, “you need to take care of yourself.”

“I will. When I need to. I’m fine right now.”

Padme shook her head, knowing that she wasn’t going to win the fight today. You were stubborn, something that came as both a great strength and weakness.

“I saw that you walked in with Obi-Wan this morning,” Padme failed to suppress the teasing smirk that crossed her lips.

“That’s nothing new, Padme,” you responded with a sigh. “We walk in together most mornings.”

“I know, but today just seemed different.”

“Padme, I’ve told you, he doesn’t see me that way and I don’t have the emotional wherewithal to be able to be in a relationship right now.”

“Y/N,” Padme sighed, “you don’t see the way Obi-Wan looks at you.”

“Can we really not do this right now? I need to get ready for the day.”

“Yes, of course.” Padme stood up. “Please let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay.”

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“So, you make a move yet?” Anakin was smirking as he leaned against the doorway to Obi-Wan’s classroom.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, rushing over to see if there was a way you could have heard him.

“Relax,” Anakin laughed. “She closed her door. Besides, I haven’t even said her name, so she couldn’t possibly know who we’re talking about.” Obi-Wan shook his head, going back to writing something on the large, front whiteboard. “You never answered my question.” Anakin pushed himself off of the doorframe and went over to lean on one of the student desks in the front of the room. “Have you made a move yet?”

“Anakin, you know my answer to that.” Obi-Wan turned to look at his friend.

The younger man scoffed. “All of your answers are excuses. Principal Yoda has already said that dating within the faculty is allowed, but we must be careful.”

“Yes, like you and Padme are so careful. Especially since one of her younglings caught the two of you kissing in your classroom.”

“Hey! She told me it was locked!”

“Still, Anakin, I will not do it.”

Anakin shook his head, knowing that this arguing was no use, they’d run these circles before. “She does like you too, you know. Padme has told me that much.”

Obi-Wan tried not to make a big deal of the new information Anakin had just admitted. He turned back to his whiteboard.

“Fine, you two can be miserable then,” Anakin relented, “pinning for each other across the hall and giving each other longing looks when the other isn’t looking. If that’s how you want to live, that’s fine by me. I’ll see you after school.”

Anakin left and Obi-Wan hung his head. He didn’t want to just look at you longingly. He wanted to know you better than anyone else, even yourself. He wanted to help you and comfort you and wanted you to have the opportunity to do the same for him. But he didn’t know how to go about it without risking his friendship with you or making work awkward. Being a teacher was already hard enough—especially with the class you were given this year—Obi-Wan couldn’t make coming to work even more difficult for you.

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You were on the verge of tears. Your hard student was being extremely rough today; running around the classroom, screaming, squeaking, squawking, and throwing things, all while you were trying to teach. The Vice Principal, Mace Windu, had to come down and take the student from your classroom. Only then were you able to finish your lesson and then send your students off to recess and lunch.

You had decidedly stayed in your classroom for your own lunch, not wanting to face anyone after that. You were feeling more and more like a failure as a teacher because you couldn’t figure out a way to handle this one student. You took a seat in your teacher's chair at your u-shaped table. Taking a deep breath, you tried to stop the tears that threatened to come. Your hands were shaking ever so slightly as the pain of arthritis started to radiate from your wrists. You clenched your fists, trying to stop the trembling.

“Y/N?”

You jumped as your head snapped up to look at the door. Obi-Wan was standing in the doorway with a look of clear concern on his face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a step into the classroom.

“Y—Yeah,” you stuttered, trying to get a hold of yourself. “I’m fine.”

Obi-Wan shut the door before coming further into the room. “Are you sure?” His eyes bounced from your tear-filled eyes to your hands and back to your eyes again. “I saw that Mace had to come in and get your… special friend.” He pulled up one of the stools on the opposite side of the table you are sitting at and sat himself down.

“Yeah… couldn’t handle it myself.” You stuffed your hands between your legs, trying to suppress the trembling.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to handle all of that. No one was meant to handle everything on their own. That’s why we have teams and other faculty members.”

You nodded, staying silent and avoiding his blue eyes. You knew that if you met his eyes that you would completely lose it. Obi-Wan knew that you were avoiding his gaze and it hurt him to know that you were struggling so much.

“What I can do to help you?” He asked softly, trying to get you to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Darling,” the term of endearment slipped from his lips without control, “I don’t believe you.”

You finally barely met his gaze. “I’ll be fine.” You shrugged. “It’s the job.”

“Y/N—“

You glanced at the clock on the wall across from the room. “You need to go pick up your students from the lunchroom.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Please let me know if you need anything the rest of the day. You don’t need to handle this on your own.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

Obi-Wan stood up, disliking the idea of leaving you in such a state as this. He knew you were struggling and just longed to help you. As he gave you one last look over his shoulder, he finally saw a few tears slip down your cheeks. His heart cracked as he slipped out of the room, becoming determined to do whatever it took to help you.

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