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pasukiyo · 26 days

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TAKING OVER ME

anakin skywalker x f!reader word count; 3,801 warnings; unprotected p in v sex, reader is a sex worker summary; you haven't been able to get your mind off of the handsome jedi knight since the first night you laid with him. and now he's back, but something seems off...

The Jedi Knight was coming again.

The other girls grumbled their displeasure and glared her way as she applied her lipstick, rubbing her lips together while she touched up her makeup in the vanity mirror. She paid them no mind however— she knew they were only envious.

It’s not like she could blame them. Never before had she ever actually looked forward to working with a client, in fact, if you had told her she’d be this giddy like a young school girl just a month ago, she’d scoff as if it were the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. No one was just excited to do this kind of work anyways, it was just a way to get by before, a way to keep a roof over her head and food in her belly.

It’s not like she still wanted this life for herself. Not at all, actually. If it were her choice, she’d have run away with the handsome Jedi long ago. But she told herself that if this was the only way she could have him, even for a few nights at a time, then it was worth it.

And he was coming back today.

This was only the third time he’ll have come to her, the third time in the span of a few months but she’d been dreaming of this moment since she saw him last. She’d practically been on a whole other planet since the last time he left her, she couldn’t even bring herself to care when she’d been called for other clients, didn’t even care when the gross Mon Calamari man came in last night.

It would all be meaningless come tonight, when she finally saw him again.

“How come she gets the actually appealing clients, Lizcar?” Vitta, a Twi’lek asked from the vanity beside her. She rolled her eyes as she touched up the blush on her cheeks, catching a glimpse of their Rodian employer, Lizcar, through her reflection in the mirror.

“It is not like I choose the girls for them, ho-tah,” Lizcar scoffed as she approached where she sat, eyeing her features through the mirror. She suppressed the urge to grimace when Lizcar approached, the strong scent of Ryll lingered on the Rodian’s breath and clothes. “The Jedi pays good money,” she said at last after a prolonged moment of silence. “See to it you are on the best of your behavior tonight, yes, kwa-sah tee?”

Lizcar reached out with her long, noodle-like fingers to drag them against the underside of her chin and she blinked away her distaste, peering up at her employer through her darkened lashes. “Yes, Lizcar,” she replied simply, silently willing her Jedi Knight to hurry up and rescue her from her awfully smelling boss.

Lizcar hummed low as she retracted her fingers, relief washing over her as the Rodian turned and made her way towards the door. “I will come and fetch you when he arrives,” she said before slipping out the door and she watched as it slid closed behind her.

The girls in the room continued their gossip, a mixed jumble of Basic, Huttese, and other languages permeating the room. Vitta, however, slid away from her vanity stool and she watched as the Twi’lek approached out of her periphery, her breath hot as she leaned down to face her reflection in the mirror. The Twi’lek’s seafoam green eyes bore into hers and the cerulean skin of her hand soothed down from her bicep down to the crease of her elbow.

“I wonder what the Jedi Knight sees in a simple girl like you,” Vitta’s voice said in a soft hiss, each syllable laced with a hint of venom. The Twi’lek’s animosity was palpable in her touch and she found herself grimacing, eyelids narrowing as she gazed at the woman beside her. “You are so plain,” Vitta continued, plucking a strand of hair from behind her back and tossing it before her face, a corner of her purple lips curving in a smirk when she twisted her face in displeasure. “So basic.”

“And yet, he did not pick you,” she replied in a hiss, turning to glare at the Twi’lek beside her. Vitta’s gaze darkened as she turned to bare her teeth, lip curled in challenge. Just before either could say any more, the door once again slid open for Lizcar to step back inside, calling her name.

“The Jedi is here for you, mwa-shashi,” she announced and she gave Vitta one last hard look before she rose from her seat, the Twi’lek, too, straightening her posture. With one last look at the blue girl before her, she spat, “have fun with the Snivvian.”

And with that, she pushed past Vitta, the thin lace of her long, black cover-up flowing behind her as she followed Lizcar out of the beauty room and into the foyer. The Jedi Knight was not there, however, and she turned to face Lizcar quizzically.

“He has already gone up to your room,” she stated as she circled around the front desk, bending down to reach for a bottle she had tucked away out of sight. “Seemed very worked up. Wouldn’t doubt that you have your work cut out for you tonight.”

She couldn’t help but feel the corners of her lips twitch at this as she made her way to the staircase, practically skipping every other step just to ensure she could reach her room faster. She could feel her heart lurch as it beat in her throat when she approached the door of her bedroom, willing herself to breathe and relax as she pressed the button on the panel beside it, the door sliding open.

The room was dimly-lit, illuminated solely by the setla lamp in the corner. A tall, dark figure stood with their back turned to where she stood and her heart skipped a couple of beats as the door slid closed behind her. The Jedi Knight still did not turn and she did her best to keep her composure, although it was proven difficult when she knew how good he could make her feel.

“You’re back,” she managed at last, speaking through a lump of saliva that had formed at the base of her throat. The Jedi Knight hummed as she cautiously approached, her fingers wary as they traced the line of his elbow through his thick, dark robes. She circled around until at last, his side of his face came into view, the thin scar that fell in a line down the end of his eyebrow, the plush of his pink lips that pressed themselves together in a firm, thin line.

This was hardly the first time she’d ever seen him but still, the sight of him never failed to take her breath away. It was truly devastating how beautiful he was, like a fallen angel who just so happened to stumble into their galaxy. He was simply unreal, for a human especially.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, finding his gaze beneath the darkness casted on them by his lids. His eyes were like endless pools of deep blue, like the murkiest waters of Kamino. There was something darker in them now, however, something she couldn’t quite place. Something was troubling him, it didn’t take a Jedi to sense it. Lizcar appeared to be right— she did have her work cut out for her. “Something ails you… are you alright?”

The Jedi Knight— whom she didn’t have a name for, for either of their safety’s sake— let his eyelids fluttered closed, his chest heaving as he drew in a deep breath. Her brow furrowed as she watched him, as the arm she had been gently gripping onto moved, his other hand— his mechanical hand— wrapped around her wrist, dragging it up to his face. She gasped when her knuckles connected with the warm flesh of his cheek, when she flexed her fingers and could feel just how soft his lips were.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said at last, turning his lips into the skin of her hand and she shuddered when he placed a kiss there. His fingertips pressed into her wrist and she pressed her lips together as he placed a kiss to her knuckles, another to the tips of her middle and forefinger, trailing his mouth down to her wrist.

Goosebumps erupted over the expanse of her skin as he worked his kisses down her arm, using her arm to pull her into him as his lips reached her shoulder, trailing from her collarbone, up her neck, to her chin where he peppered kisses along the expanse of her jaw. He nuzzled his nose against the underside of her jaw just beneath her ear and breathed her in, as if he’d been craving her just as much as she him.

“I’ve missed the way you smell,” he said and she gasped when he kissed the lobe of her ear, his teeth gently nibbling on the soft skin there. “I’ve missed your skin. The way it feels. The way you feel.”

She whimpered when he trailed his kisses back down her jaw until they reached the center of her throat, pressing the most delicate of kisses there. Then, his mouth made its ascent back up her chin until it reached hers, their lips touching but not quite. She was shuddering, her lips quivering against his in anticipation.

The Jedi Knight let his eyelids open and she, too, looked at him, his gaze so dark she swore she’d be reduced to a puddle at their feet any moment now. Locks of dark blonde hair fell over his eyes and she resisted the urge to reach up and swipe it away just as his lips parted once more.

“The noises you make whenever I so much as touch you.”

Heat flared from her chest and fell down in a line to her center, warmth swirling and wetness pooling in the thin panties she wore. The Jedi Knight pressed his lips harder into hers, sealing them in a kiss. Her knees began to wobble and she swore she’d be a puddle of magma at their feet had his hands not been there to support her.

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as his tongue swirled inside the expanse of her mouth, and it didn’t take much for him to have full control over hers. She mewled into his mouth, leaning into him for more until he pulled away, either of their chests heaving as they chased air back into their lungs. Cold bit into her skin as he removed himself altogether from her and she fought back a whimper as he removed the outer layer of his robes, dark gaze never once leaving hers.

“I’ve been from planet to planet nonstop since the last time I saw you,” he said in a low murmur as she lowered herself on the bed, slowly removing the lacy black cover-up she wore, the thin shoulder straps sliding down her shoulders. The Jedi Knight was down to just his pants, pulling the shirt he wore beneath all of his robes up over his head and letting it drop to the floor. “I’ve been to many beautiful places and met many new people yet, all I could ever think about was you.”

She flushed at the confession as she unhooked her bra, tossing it aside so that she laid bare for him, save for the black lace panties she wore. The Jedi Knight’s deep blue gaze wandered over the canvas of her body as he approached, hovering over her, his fingers woven through her hair as he shook his head down at her.

“I don’t know what you have done to me,” he murmured. “But I cannot get enough of you.”

He pressed his lips to hers again and she was putty in the palms of his hands, so eager for more of him that she didn’t know what to do with herself. His kisses ventured past her mouth, past her face, past her throat until they reached the valley between her breasts, his breath hot as it fanned over her skin.

“What have you done to me?” He whispered before turning to ravage one of her breasts, his tongue swirling over the peaked bud, her lips parting in a gasp as her chest heaved closer into his mouth. He removed his lips from one bud only to venture over to the other, truly not letting a single part of her body untouched. Her fingers wove themselves through the messy locks of his hair and she could just make out the dark gaze he was giving her through hooded lids, tossing her head back into the pillows behind her when he pulled away.

His kisses traveled down her belly until they reached the hem of her panties, pressing his lips against the lacy material. “I couldn’t stop touching myself at night thinking about how good you feel when you are wrapped around me,” his voice spoke in a low husk and she mewled as his fingers curled around the hem of her underwear, tugging them down her legs agonizingly slow.

“Please,” she gasped when he finally ripped her panties away from her body altogether, feeling his breath as it approached her arousal. She squirmed beneath his gaze, wiggling her hips, desperate to have him closer. The Jedi Knight simply watched and she swore she could feel the intensity of his gaze on her pussy, on the slick that was surely dripping down her slit. “I need… please.”

He glanced up at her through the dark of his eyes, slowly lowering himself closer to her throbbing heat, his lips but a mere whisper away from her sensitive bud. Her hips bucked, or rather, they tried to anyway before an invisible force held them down, away from him. Her eyelids snapped open and she peered down at him, his hands on the mattress beside her body.

He was using the Force on her.

“Patience,” he tittered and he was so close to her, she could feel the half crescent shape of his lips against her heat. “I plan to take my time with you. To rid you of the memories of the nights between when I last saw you.”

She was a mess and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She struggled against the Force, desperate for any sort of friction she could gather. It was no use, however. He was too strong and she huffed, deflating in defeat.

The Jedi Knight chuckled at her realization that she was defeated, lowering his head until his lips could place the softest of kisses against her clit. She gasped at the abruptness of his kiss, her chest heaving in anticipation as he kissed her again and again and again. The Force pried her legs open and his arms hooked beneath her thighs, tugging her in even closer.

His tongue flattened against her entrance and she hissed through her teeth as he licked one, agonizingly slow stripe up her slit, flicking his tongue against the underside of her clit in the process. Sweat already began to bead on her hairline and oh, how she ached for more. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted his tongue or his fingers or his cock inside of her— all she wanted was him as close as possible.

“Please!” She mewled as he teased her tongue at her entrance, as if playing with his meal. The Jedi Knight chuckled, “such manners.”

And then she was done for.

He buried his tongue inside of her, so deep that she wasn’t sure it was impossible for a tongue to be able to reach that deep inside of her. She was a shining, writhing mess as he ravished her pussy, practically shoveling her orgasm out of her with his tongue. Her hand reached for his curls again, tugging at his scalp, to which she earned herself a hum of approval, the vibration sending her even further down the tunnel of bliss.

The Force was back on her hips the second she began to buck them again, holding her down and ensuring he wouldn’t let a single drop of her release go to waste when she finally let go. Tears stung the outskirts of her eyelids as she came and she swore she could see the entire galaxy when he worked her through her orgasm with his tongue, lapping every last drop she had to offer up.

When he pulled away, she cried out, wanting more, needing him on her again. The Jedi Knight’s lips and chin glistened with her slick and he chuckled at how desperate she was as he pulled away to tug his pants down his legs, finally letting his cock spring free of its restraints. Even through the blur of her tears, she could make out just how big he was, could already feel her mouth begin to water at the sight.

“Please,” she murmured as he approached like an eclipse, casting a shadow over her. He was so big that all she could see was him, all she even cared to see was him. It was times like this she wished she had a name to put to his face, that she had a name that she could call out to, to moan. He was her beautiful stranger, her beautiful enigma she wished she could know everything about.

“You’re so… desperate,” he sighed as he hovered over her, pressing his lips onto hers for a brief kiss. “The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Once again, the Jedi Knight was able to steal the breath from her lungs, to leave her speechless. She sighed as he kissed her again, as his hard length prod against her thigh before against her entrance, gasped when the girthy head broke past the barrier between her folds.

She tensed and cried when he pushed just an inch further in and he shushed her, kissing the tears away from her face. “Relax,” he cooed, waiting until she eased before pressing himself further inside of her. Still, he wasn’t all the way in but still, she felt so full.

“You’re so… hngh!” She cried when he snapped his hips further to sheathe the rest of himself inside of her, her nails etching crescents into the flesh of his shoulders. The Jedi Knight kissed her just below her eye again, pressing kisses all the way down to the shell of her ear.

“Call me by my name,” his whisper curled around her ear and she fluttered her eyes open, just making out the darkness of his stare through her watercolor vision. “But… but I—“

“Anakin.”

She gasped when he pulled out almost all the way just to snap his hips back into her again, feeling full to the brim with him yet again. Anakin. He had a name and felt like he trusted her enough to share it with her. Something sacred fell between them, like a thread had been sown between their souls to bridge them together.

She now knew his name.

“Anakin,” she breathed when he kissed her again, pulling away so that he could grip the headboard of the bed with his mechanical hand, his other grabbing a fistful of her hip. He cursed when she said his name for the first time, using the headboard as leverage to buck his hips into her again, harder each time.

“Say it again,” he groaned, fucking into her so hard that the bed was shaking, his grip on the headboard not enough to keep it from etching dents into the wall.

“Ana…! Anakin!” She yowled as his tip bruised her cervix over and over and fucking over again. White hot bliss scorched her skin, Anakin had taken over every single one of her senses until all she could think about was him. He was a parasite, infecting every sense of her being until she couldn’t think straight anymore.

She wasn’t quite sure she cared.

“Anakin!” She screamed again as she pulsed around him, squeezing his cock so tight that he cursed and fell until his lips were against her neck, sucking marks into her skin. She was so close to the edge, so close to succumbing to the bliss that she almost didn’t quite hear him.

“Run away with me.”

She blinked, his pace never once stopping despite her own world coming to a screeching halt. Surely she didn’t hear him right?

“Wh— what?” She managed to ask through the murky slime of her mind, trying to make sense of what she just heard. Anakin lifted his head from the crook of her neck until their gazes could crash into one another again, much like a supernova. She mewled when his hips slowed but still, the feeling of him inside of her stayed.

“You heard me,” Anakin drawled, his mechanical hand woven through her tresses while the other caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I know you hate it here. So leave with me.”

She was at a loss for words, her mouth opening and closing but nothing could come out. She wasn’t sure what to say— was this not what she had been daydreaming about only hours before?

Still, a tiny voice in the back of her mind told her this was just a joke, that he couldn’t have been serious. Yet, when she stared deeper into his dark blue gaze, she wasn’t convinced that he was just jesting.

“But where… I…”

“Don’t worry about that,” he shook his head, cupping her cheek in his palm. “Let me get you out of here. I can’t stand to be without you and… and I know you’re not happy here and I…”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She leaned forward, lifting her head until their lips were connected, stealing his breath away this time.

“Yes,” she breathed against his mouth once they had broken their kiss. “Take me away with you.”

Anakin smiled, white teeth peeking from the cracks of his lips. He bucked his hips into her again and she gasped, clutching the bedsheets as he grabbed either of her hips, fucking into her at such an animalistic pace, she wasn’t quite certain how she would even manage to run away with him if she couldn’t walk.

“Gonna be all mine,” he murmured beneath his breath as he pushed her towards that edge once again. In the back of her mind, she could only imagine the rampage Lizcar would go on in the morning when she realized her top girl was gone. She could imagine the look on Vitta and the other girls’ faces when they all realized who she must’ve left with.

And she smiled up at Anakin just as either of their orgasms washed over them.

a/n; so uh happy Easter!! 😭 not sure if this is the most appropriate thing to post on Easter but you know....

anyways, me?? posting two days in a row??? (do not get used to it LMAO)

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faetreides · 2 months

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alsooo… food for thought! modern!coryo learning that you’re a virgin and what he’d be like when he gets to fuck you for the first time 😏😏

🍽️ SEND ME ASKS ABOUT CORYO, LUKE CASTELLAN, OR ANAKIN (THIS IS A THREAT)

CW: afab!reader, feminization/use of bride/reader's pussy is assigned she/her pronouns, extra extra political empire heir coriolanus snow in tears over pussy read all about it, fair amount of marriage talk, mentions of being willing to murder others & trap reader, mandatory sejanus mention, coryo puts on his person suit just for you <3, this is not the darkest point in the au but the au is "soft" dark content overall

One thing about modern!coryo is that he gives you much more grace than some of his other friends would have. (Festus is "rumored" to be carrying multiple stds and Felix's family has a whole section in their budget just for child support. Sejanus is the only one in that group that's kind of normal by comparison.) When you start dating, he can tell that you're inexperienced at least; but the green-eyed monster always on his shoulder doesn't let him fully believe that you're a virgin.

He's... patient unlike most college boys. He's horny beyond comprehension, but he doesn't latch onto you like a leech after the first date (He's so kind 😊). Sure, there's a festering need sweltering under his skin and boiling his blood, but he's no strange to playing the long game. To him, every time he fucks you is going to feel like your wedding night (Cause he's in this for MARRIAGE). You're the only one he would use the phrase "making love" with. Before you, every other whore that hung off his dick was just there because he was high on his status (and a couple other things). He apologizes about being with others before you as if he were actively cheating on you.

He'd pay to have them disappear if you wanted.

Anyway.

He finds out in a benign way; you're making out on your creaky twin bed in your dorm. (You hadn't moved in together at the time, so he had to settle for his long limbs awkwardly knocking against the wall and nightstand every time you were getting intimate.) He keeps the kiss going as he rises up on his knees and nudges you on your back. He shoots his hands out under your body to catch you just in case (and so you can't leave).

"Wait….” You say and bury your hands in his hair to try to pry his mouth off of your neck, “Coryo, stop. I need a second."

He almost pouts but he relents and moves back to hover over you. Some of his curls dangle down and tickle your face but you just scrunch your nose up like a bunny at the feeling.

His brow furrows in confusion, "What is it, baby? Are you okay?"

You squirm under his body for a moment in embarrassment until you decide to just rip the band aid off. You run your hands up his torso and over his shoulders, curling them around the nape of his neck and giving him the little head scratches he likes. His eyes flutter shut as electricity shoots up his body.

"I'm uh...... I've never done this before, ever." He barely hears it with how quietly you whisper.

He can't help teasing you in response, "Baby, you can just say that you're a virgin if that's what you are."

He chuckles when you "playfully" smack him in the chest. Coryo makes sure you can watch his gaze soften as he brings a hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You've given him a gift, and Coriolanus Snow is nothing if not an avid appreciator or gifts. He leans down to rub the side of your nose with his, bringing his other hand down to press on your lower belly.

"Petal... I don't care that you're a virgin, we don't have to do anything today. I won't mind, don't worry."

He can see your brain working hard to make a decision, the cogs in your cute little head turning. You don't bite you lip for very long (which is a good thing because his dick was about to explode) before you're canting up to kiss him.

You've gotten a lot better at it overtime, and Coryo has adored every second of helping you get to that place. He's never been in love before so it's almost like you're teaching him new things too. He wonders if this is how his father felt, only having room in your heart for one person and closing it to everything else. He almost can't blame him, now that he's got you.

It was all going so well until he's wrestling your lace down your smooth legs, he's pressing tiny little pecks along your skin as your underwear travels. He doesn't quite take them off and just leaves them pooled around your ankles. The material stretches as he slides his hands up your inner thighs and spreads them.

You give him your best 'do NOT fucking rip my underwear' look but he just sends back an answering 'you know I'll buy you new ones.'

The puffy pussy that winks up at him makes him want to cry. Aphrodite could come down to earth right now and bend over right in front of him, but all he'd see is his future wife's glistening folds. He'd never really found a cunt cute before, but yours was bringing forward yet another wave of cuteness aggression. You have no hope of getting through to him once he's got his thumb hooked under your hood. He honest to God coos as he gently scrapes his thumb nail against your clit.

The giddy laugh that bubbles up when you involuntarily kick at him makes your cheeks heat up in what is unfortunately not embarrassment.

"Shit." He sniffles and wipes away an actual tear as he tilts his head to the side to get a different angle, "She's beautiful..."

It's the same tone he'll have when he says his vows.

Coryo then decides that he's tired of waiting so he tugs your panties off your ankles and uncaringly throws them somewhere on the floor. He smiles and lays down in between your legs, leaving some space in between your bodies so he could see where you two will be joined.

His curls hang in your face again as he leans down to nip at your nose, so you won't really notice when he shoves his pants down.

You can't hide how much you want to see all of him, he watches you glance down at his hard cock that slapped against his stomach as it flopped free. Despite Coryo obviously not having the biggest build in the world, the third leg he's been apparently carrying around all this time is more than enough for him (and for you). It's an angry sort of purplish red, thick and long like his fingers with a mushroom head that might as well have been calling your name.

"My eyes are up here, you know." He chides you as he gets your attention back on him by shaking his hefty cock in his balled fist, getting drops of salty pre cum on your pussy before sandwiching it between your folds.

He blissfully sighs and tosses his head back as if he were a king celebrity a long-awaited victory with a toe-curling fuck.

Essentially, he's like "fresh pussy just for me 👉👈🥺?” He's sat right at the dining table and ready to dive into his favorite three-course meal (your holes).

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lanaslovelyletters · 3 months

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Anakin is roommates with reader and has an addiction to smoking. Reader tries to help him with it and Anakin decided it’s not enough and wants something stronger. He thinks sex will help.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠

Roommate!Anakin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (general smut), swearing, mentions of substance abuse (nicotine)

Summary: You’ve never had a great relationship with your roommate… one night you get home late and see him smoking. You remind him that smoking kills and although you hate him, you want to help him… it goes to rather drastic measures.

Word count: 3.2K+

Author’s note: Where did you get this idea??? I love it. Also, there are psychological terms being used here— I’m a Polisci and not a psych student and will be using terms I learned when I took AP Psychology sorry lol. Also, read the prompt as if it should be on the shorter side? So I made it as short as I could, hope it's good enough<3 (Btw this is def not beta read. We die like Padme on the table)

You never really got along with your roommate. He blasted loud music and often came home at odd hours of the night. God, you hated the careless way he lived his life. Hell, you didn’t even know what he did for work. He always paid his part of the rent on time, so you kept him around. Besides, there weren’t many other offers and he was willing to pay half.

On a particular night, you came back from an evening shift at the local mental health clinic. The bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder was dropped to the ground as you walked into the living room. There he was. His lips held a cigarette between them, as he strummed his bass. It was loud and obnoxious.

“Okay, Slipknot, could you turn that down a little?” You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes at you, and took a drag of his cigarette, blowing rings in your face. It caused you to cough and waft it away immediately before you took it out of his mouth and put it out in his ashtray.

“What the hell! That was my last one!” He threw his arms up in the air as the smoke subtly settled in the glass.

“This stuff is a slow death, y’know?” You said with a tone that screamed ‘as a matter of fact’. He was clearly pissed at your actions.

“—and? Does it look like I care?”

“Look, I get that we don’t see eye-to-eye on things, and we’d both rather not be living together… but the only reason I’m willing to live alone without you is if you move out. Not if you die on this fucking carpet.” You clicked your tongue and pointed at the scruffy rug beneath your feet.

“Why do you even care?” He raised an eyebrow and scoffed at you. Yeah… why did you care anyway? The question stumped you for a brief moment before you finally thought of the perfect response.

“Who else is going to pay half the rent? Besides… I don’t want to clean up a cancerous body in my house.” You were still standing there in front of him with arms covering your chest.

“Whatever… I’ll try.” Wait. It was that easy?

“Wait, are you serious?” You were a bit surprised to see him nodding along and agreeing.

“Yeah, I guess. My mother would hate to bury her own son… or whatever…” He trailed off as he stared at the worn cigarette bud in the ashtray.

“I knew you had some sense in there.” You joked as you poked his forehead before leaving for the kitchen to make yourself a late dinner. Anakin followed you like a lost puppy, as you pulled out some fruits and readied a blender. He watched as you cut up the fruits neatly before you added them to the blender.

“Hey so—” he didn’t get to finish, because the blender started going.

“Oh sorry about that. What were you saying?” You stopped the blender for a second.

“What could—” The noise dialed back up again,

“Oh, sorry,” you chuckled and poured the mixture into a bowl with some yoghurt.

“Very funny,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he leaned forward in the barstool he sat in,

“No, but really— how am I supposed to beat the cig cravings?”

“Via Pavlovian psychology, of course.” You gave him a curt smile.

“I’m not a dog.”

“Didn’t say you were. Look, the hypothalamus controls cravings… sex and food mainly. This means— you can try replacing it with chocolate. Maybe carrots?” You mentioned and took a bite of your yoghurt mix.

“Yawn. Don’t like the sound of that.” He rested his face against his palm.

“There’s a thing we do down at the clinic… for alcoholics mainly. We slip something disgusting or nauseating into their drink and they’ll associate drinking with this icky feeling… works like… most of the time… sorta…” You shrugged and took another bite.

“Right… well there’s just the problem of— I’m not an alcoholic and you also said that only works some of the time,” he said. His elbow dug into the table as it supported his heavy head.

“Why do you smoke anyway?”

“Stress. Smoking calms me down after a long day.” His sigh was heavy and rough.

“Well then, something to destress whilst also eliminating your addiction… I really think something like chocolate would work.” By now, you’d finished your bowl and you put it aside to wash later.

“Yeah… whatever. I guess it’s better than nothing.” He got up from his stool and went straight into his room. Something told you he wouldn’t survive the first week without a cigarette…

A week had gone by fairly quickly and he hadn’t smoked since the night you lectured him. However, he ate chocolate in unreal masses. Even then, as he was sitting on the couch this afternoon, he had bought a pack of cigarettes. Referred to them as ‘emergency cigs’. Just in case. He stared at the packaging, letting his thumb trace over the ‘M’ in ‘Marlboro’. Oh, he was so tempted. Just one drag and he’d feel the relaxation settling in his shoulders and the sounds of birds chirping and children laughing in the streets. Just one won’t hurt. He peeled the plastic film off and opened the lid. He could already feel it against his lips. Just one—

“What the fuck, Anakin.” You came up from behind him and took the pack out of his hands. He groaned as you did so, desperately grasping for it.

“You were doing so great with the chocolate, why the hell did you buy these?!” You spat and hid them in your back pocket.

“The chocolates didn’t work well enough. I need more. I need something better.” He complained and sighed, leaning back on the couch.

“Fine. I’ll go out and buy you some nicotine patches. Just promise me you’ll kick this habit, okay?” You rolled your eyes and went outside to the garbage bins. You threw the brand new pack of cigarettes in there and wheeled it out front.

When you got back inside, Anakin had already left for his room. The two of you had an established set of rules, one of which was to not enter each other's rooms unwarranted. If any of the patients at the clinic taught you anything, it was that addiction was hard to beat. No matter what kind it was. As much as you despised having to live with him, he didn’t deserve to die an early death because of something he couldn’t control.

“Anakin?” You knocked on the door gently, but there was no response.

“Come on, man.” The knocking became a little more frantic, but there was still no answer.

“Whatever.” You walked away and found your purse before heading back outside to uphold what you said you’d do earlier.

After you got back, you heard him watching something on the TV. It was a car commercial for a new Ford model.

“Catch.” You got in front of the screen and threw him the packs of nicotine patches you’d bought. He peered up at you with lazy eyes and slowly unpacked one. You hadn’t really taken note of it before, but he was fucking hot. His hair was messy and his body was chiselled. He was shirtless and only in a pair of very unforgiving sweatpants.

“Thanks…” he mumbled and stuck a patch on his chest.

“Feel better?”

“Don’t know yet.” You took a seat beside him and cast Netflix to the screen,

“Anything you wanna watch?”

“Nah… I’m good.” He seemed as if he was giving up. He was all sluggish from not having had a cigarette.

“Okay…” you turned off the TV to sit and soak in the uncomfortable silence. Nobody said a word for at least a few minutes before Anakin finally spoke up,

“It feels okay… just… doesn’t beat the real thing.” Your head turned to look at him as he said that.

“I’ve tried everything, okay? I have tried to help you. For some reason, you always need more. What more could you possibly want?” You sighed and brought your knees to your chest.

“You said… the hyper something? was responsible for sex and food cravings, right?”

“The hypothalamus, yeah. That’s why we tried chocolate.”

“That’s food… what about… sex?” He took a gander at you with those intoxicating tired and beat eyes.

“Like… jerking off? I mean, maybe?” You shrugged.

“No, sex,” he said, staring right at you.

“Oh… well… knock yourself out, I guess? You have a girlfriend?”

“What about you?” He moved closer, still staring deeply into your eyes. His velvety blue ones captured your very soul with just their existence.

“I’m… um… I don’t have a boyfriend…” you swallowed harshly as he leaned into your neck. His breath hit your ear,

“I’d say that’s pretty convenient, no?” He grinned, letting you feel the electricity surging through your spine. You shuddered before swallowing hard,

“What are you insinuating, Anakin?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I need something better than chocolate. Something better than nicotine patches. I can’t just sleep with random girls every day and hope I won’t get an STD. You are single, and I’m guessing you don’t have any weird illness.” His smirk was evident, even if he was practically buried in your neck.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Anakin.” You sighed but didn’t resist his antics.

“Mmm ‘don’t think so. I have a pretty great plan mapped out in my head.” He began to nibble away at your skin, several sighs escaped your lips as he did so,

“Anakin…”

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name just like that.” He ravaged your neck now, littering it with bruises and marks. He pulled away briefly and got up from the couch, taking your hand in his as he helped you up. Almost immediately, his lips crashed onto yours. He pushed you up against the cold wall, clawing at your waist,

“Jump.” You did and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He then carried you to his room, where he roughly threw you on the bed. Your breaths were heavy and he swallowed up every single one with his mouth. His tongue massaged yours as his hands massaged your clothed tits.

“Anakin—“

“Ani. Just Ani.” He captured your lips again. He loved those pretty little whimpers and gasps you’d make. It drove him wild. The way your hands were pulling at his hair as your lips desperately reached out for his… It was like a drug.

He pulled off his shirt and helped you get yours off too. You unclasped your bra, and he revelled in the sight. They were fucking perfect in his eyes. The embarrassment on your face as he stared only made him more hungry. He unbuckled his pants, pulled them down and discarded them somewhere in a corner. Shortly after, he got yours off too. Your panties were damp and when his two fingers went to investigate, he just had to point it out to you— essentially mocking you.

“Look who’s getting so worked up when I’ve barely even done anything?” He scoffed. The mocking only worked to turn you on even more, and the face you made gave it away almost immediately. Dumb mistake or was it served on a silver platter?

“Don’t tell me you get off on that,” he snickered and massaged your hips, one hand worked its way further down and ripped your panties off.

“Hey, those were expensive…” you mumbled, but he didn’t care. The whole house could catch on fire and he wouldn’t give a fuck, because he was here with you.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He placed his thumb on your clit, slowly rubbing circles. You clenched the sheets with whatever little power you had left. Even with gestures as small as stroking your sopping cunt, you were at his disposal. Through and through.

As it got more intense, he added a finger, then two then went ahead and added a third— finger fucking you until you went cross-eyed, flicking as hard as he could. Your cries and moans were like music to him. Better than whatever garbage he played anyway.

“All for me? You spoil me, darling.” Fuck, that sent you toppling over the edge, clamping down eagerly on his fingers. With a final moan of his name, he felt your essence coat his fingers. After pulling them out, he licked and sucked them clean,

“You taste fucking heavenly. Better than the chocolate, that’s for sure.” He pulled you by the hips and kneaded them nicely, listening to how you panted like the needy little thing you were. One hand slowly travelled up to take a squeeze at your nipple before travelling back down. His hand grabbed the base of his cock as it rubbed against your sensitive folds. Fuck, he was good, but you were growing impatient. Surely bucking your hips would work?

“Fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?” He mocked you and snickered. It was embarrassing. Downright humiliating. Yet you relished in it. Oh, you needed him so bad your ovaries were going to explode.

“Come on… Anakin,” you mewled and arched your back.

“It’s Ani, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead gently, still teasing your needy folds,

“Now, let me hear you again.”

“You’re embarrassing me…” you diverted your gaze and turned her head to the side. It was clear as day to see that your face was completely flushed.

“That’s the point,” he scoffed and grabbed your chin roughly,

“Come on, you can do it, can’t you? Be a good girl, tell me what you want.” Good girl. You folded almost immediately.

“Please… just do it.”

“Come on now, you can do better than that,” he snickered. His relentless teasing just egged you on even more.

“Please, Ani. Please fuck… fuck me,” you sighed with exceptional need, as you arched your back.

“Don’t think I heard that… a little louder?”

“Fuck me, Ani! Fucking take me!” Your desperation was clear in your tone and the way your brows were furrowed. You were pathetic to look at, and oh how he loved it.

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, as you felt him finally intrude your walls. He swallowed every moan you made and even drowned them with his tongue. His size was unthinkably big. There was one protruding vein in particular. The way your walls clamped around it, allowed you to feel it from its start to its end. He wasn’t completely uncivilized though. He allowed you to adjust to his size before moving even a millimetre. In the meantime, he sucked at your skin, twisted your nipples, and moulded your breasts. By now, there wasn’t one spot on your neck that wasn’t bruised. As these appeared one after the other, the pain from his cock invading your insides slowly mingled with pleasure.

“You can move…” He did exactly that. As if it were a command typed into a computer. He almost pulled all the way out, before slamming himself against your hips roughly and sighing out your name.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he groaned as he wasted no time bringing your knees up against your chest, as he began to pound into you. His pace wasn’t too fast, but rough enough to earn those ethereal moans of yours.

“Fuck, scream for me. Scream my name. Let the whole block hear you,” he sighed, speeding up his pace, rutting against you like a heathen. It was fucking filthy. He watched as every inch of himself disappeared inside you, massacring your insides with no mercy. Every pant and every moan contributed to his head falling back in pleasure, as he drove his hips vigorously against yours.

“Ani!” His name left your lips repeatedly like a broken record. He was fucking you completely stupid. What day was it? What time was it? What was your own name? Your cock-drunk self had only one thing in mind: Anakin Skywalker.

“Fuck, I’m close!” You panted as he thrust with even greater speed and strength. He was relentless and unforgiving.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Cum on this cock, baby,” he groaned as you started clenching down on him. He was struggling to move with the tightness but didn’t give up that easily. His tip hit your cervix repeatedly and you felt like your guts were being rearranged.

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore and you tipped over the edge,

“Ani!” You fell limp, but Anakin was far from done. He pulled out, only to get next to you and pull you into his lap. His face was flushed. His eyes were hooded and his lips parted. His hands were kneading your hips,

“Ride me.” What? You had no means. You were limp and tired from the pounding you just got. Now he’s trying to go for another round? But oh, how you wanted it. You wanted so badly to feel him again. To feel a new angle of him. Quite literally speaking.

With whatever strength you could muster, you slowly sank down on him, taking him by each delicious inch. It was far too much for you though, your arms immediately gave out and you fell on top of him. That was no issue though; he helped you. He grabbed your hips tightly and thrust upwards. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure. You’d never been fucked that food before. Anakin let his face get buried in the soft mounds in front of him, as he arched your back for you. He was determined to make you finish for the third time in the evening, before finishing himself.

“Doing so good for me, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” He continued to drag your hips down upon his, but with one hand, he slowly let go and pressed it against your abdomen,

“You feel that? That’s my cock ruining you.” This man… your words were illegible by now. He removed his hand from your stomach and stretched the corner of your mouth with two of his fingers,

“You’re so pathetic like this. Where’s the smartass now?” He was right. He was fucking you into oblivion. You couldn’t even fully comprehend what he was saying anymore. You just whined and moaned at him. Just like the good girl, you were being for him. The overstimulation didn’t help. In fact, you were already getting close again. Your pussy was suffocating him and his drags were getting sloppier and sloppier— until he finally got you to release on top of him. He pulled you for a few more thrusts before pulling you off, having you fall backwards on the bed so that he could paint your stomach white.

The two of you both panted heavily as he fell back. It felt like you were going to pass out from the exhaustion.

“Beats the nicotine and cigarettes,” he sighed with a snicker. His eyes were fixated on the white ceiling above,

“So does tomorrow work too?”

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sendpseuds · 3 months

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Making of Monday - Die for You - Alternate Ending

First of all, thank you to everyone who has read Die for You. This fic took me a really long time to work through and I'm so happy with the way it has turned out.

Anyway, I figured Making of Monday was a perfect place to reveal that, in the original draft of this fic, the ending was from Anakin's POV, not Obi-Wan's.

I never thought this ending was bad, but when I finished, it just didn't feel right [thank you thank you to @yourfavoritefridge and @palfriendpatine66 for encouraging me to make the change]

The shape of the events stayed the same, and some lines made it over from one version to the other, but I do think there's something to be gained from what was left on the cutting room floor.

Anyhow! You can find the original ending below the cut 🖤 [backed it up a few lines for context. you get it.]

“—kiss me like you don’t think you’re dying.”

Obi-Wan’s entire body is trembling like he’s struggling to hold onto some wild beast, and when their eyes connect and his master breathes “Anakin—“ there is nothing in the entire galaxy that can stop him from taking what he wants — not when the Force burns with need and Obi-Wan’s lips are practically begging for Anakin to drag him into danger the way he always does.

That’s why he never hesitates to jump.

That is why he has no fear.

Because Obi-Wan will always jump after him.

The first few moments are fevered and frantic — a frenetic collision — clashing together like blades in a desperate duel, all teeth and tongue and shattering tension and it’s immediately too much and not nearly enough.

Anakin loses himself so quickly he’s certain it should scare him.

But how could it?

How could he be scared when it’s Obi-Wan?

Strong fingers twist in silky curls, tightening in a warning Anakin’s mind does not register until the hand in his hair is tugging him back far enough that he can see Obi-Wan’s focus lingering on his lips for half a breath before his hungry gaze connects with Anakin’s.

Obi-Wan’s usually bright and brilliant eyes are stained dark, pupils blown so wide Anakin feels like he might simply fall into them.

Desire burns behind his stare, desperate and dizzying but the fire in his eyes flickers with something far more familiar — his brow hard and his jaw tight the way it always is when he has some biting retort about Anakin’s petulant impatience hiding behind his teeth and for a moment the knight worries he may have made a horrible mistake.

His vision begins to blur and his pulse races but before fear can pull him under — his mind spiraling like a wild hurricane — a gentle warmth wraps around Anakin, soft and familiar, a tender touch tugging him back from the edge of panic.

Slow down.

It’s a familiar refrain.

“You said you wanted me to kiss you.”

That silky voice is low and rough and the knight can only nod.

“Then please, darling—”

Anakin has never been good at slowing down.

But for Obi-Wan, he’s willing to try.

“—Let me kiss you.”

It takes every ounce of strength in the young Jedi not to collapse onto the ground, his knees going weak beneath him but Obi-Wan has one hand still twisted in his hair and the other grips tight around his waist and the moment Anakin sees the last drops of doubt drain from the man’s gaze, his eyes flutter shut in sinful surrender as he simply lets his master kiss him.

There’s a soft press of lips to one corner of his mouth, then the other, copper whiskers tickling Anakin’s skin in a way he feels all the way down in his toes. The hand in his hair slides to his jaw, a saber rough thumb stroking reverently along his flushed cheek and Anakin can’t help but lean into the touch, shivering when he feels the breeze of a small laugh against his lips.

Then Obi-Wan kisses him.

Really kisses him.

And Anakin has never felt more alive.

He can feel the fire inside Obi-Wan.

Taste it.

The life he tried to give away.

The faint flickering flame Anakin had gripped so tightly even as it seared into his soul.

The fire Anakin had fed with his own.

The piece of himself he’d left behind in a man who has always felt a part of him.

Obi-Wan kisses Anakin again.

And again.

Then the man is sucking on his lower lip and Anakin’s mind finally catches up, his fingers twisting in beige robes as he kisses Obi-Wan back, ignoring the way heat pools in his stomach when he feels a familiar smile press to his lips.

It’s slow and syrupy, the drag of Obi-Wan’s lips against his covetous and indulgent in a way the man never is and Anakin is content to just let himself be kissed like this until the world fades away and time becomes a foreign concept.

The air around them sings and slowly the kiss begins to deepen, their lips parting to explore a topography of teeth with their tongues tangled together.

Obi-Wan tastes like fate and for the first time in his life, Anakin truly feels he is Chosen.

Prophecy can’t possibly compare.

By the time they break apart, gasping for air, it feels like the entire galaxy is vibrating.

A breath passes.

And another.

Their eyes meet.

“You’re never allowed to leave me—”

The words slip from Anakin’s lips before he can stop them.

It’s not the right thing to say.

He knows that.

A petulant demand in the face of the only thing he’s ever truly wanted.

But Obi-Wan only smiles.

“—Never again, master— I will never let you go.”

It’s more true than the man who presses a hungry kiss to his lips could possibly know.

But when Obi-Wan pulls back again — his eyes shining with the vibrance of a life that Anakin is certain has always belonged to him— he thinks perhaps the man understands perfectly.

“And I will die for you as many times as I see fit.”

The words hang in the air, and for a moment, Anakin wants to argue.

He wants to protest.

He wants to lock Obi-Wan away somewhere he knows the man will always be safe but when their lips meet again in a soft sweet kiss he suddenly understands the man’s meaning—

You are never allowed to leave me, either.

“I love you, Anakin.”

It tastes like spun sugar against his lips — soft and low and full of honest affection, blazing with a fire he’s always known has roared inside his master — and this time when the words sink in, Obi-Wan isn’t trying to slip away into the living Force, but slipping his arm around Anakin’s waist to pull the young man impossibly closer, repeating the words again and again against longing lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Anakin whispers as his master’s words wrap around his bones like armor around his soul, close and comforting, a cloak he will wear for the rest of his life.

It becomes an echo in the cavern of open mouths, a mantra repeating on kiss-bitten lips long after the words fall away.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Too much.

I love you.

I love you too much.

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mommymothma · 8 months

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Um I'm sorry this week's episode of Ahsoka???

The flashbacks, the fire the war, the death?

Ahsoka taking Anakin back to the siege of mandalore and then FIGHTING him there? As if it wasn't traumatic enough the first time.

I am really leaning into the idea that Ahsoka is stuck in this loop of trying to be like her master, but also not trying to.

The way she expresses the tiniest bit of resentment for who Anakin became because why wouldn't she?

I feel like so many times characters are tip toeing around Anakin, and his descent into Vader. I wish Obi-wan had known its OKAY to be upset. It's OKAY to grieve the person you knew while simultaneously acknowledging who they became.

Ashoka sees it real time. The reflections of her past show her that the darkness was always there, she just didn't see it. And it SCARES her that the darkness might have been instilled into her, too.

Gawd the imagery too, Anakin rushing into the smoke and flames, the flash of his red bald and Vader helmet, only to be Anakin again.

The call back to Tales of the Jedi's "the best way I can protect you is by teaching you to protect yourself"

I know in the clone wars Ahsoka is a child, I know that, but seeing her in live action, acted out by a child is just... so real. She was commanding an army. The weight of the galaxy was on her shoulders and she wouldn't have even been in highschool.

I have one complaint. One. And it's; LET THEM CRY.

Why does no one ever cry? She stares ominously into the wind, but I feel like there was a perfect moment for an emotional breakdown, or a crack in her voice, a sole tear being shed as she separates from her master one last time. We saw Rex cry in the clone wars let Ahsoka, and Obi-wan cry dammit, let them MOURN their friend, and everything they'd ever known.

On the Hera side of things, I love her. I love that she's willing to lose it all for her family. And I have a feeling this isn't the last time we are going to see her. I would also anticipate she'll be joined by a friend the next time we see her.

The new republic is so annoying Hera should leave they don't know what they got 💅

#star wars #clone wars #ahsoka #andor #ahsoka show #anakin #vader #darth vader #hera syndulla #sabine wren #rebels #star wars rebels #jacen syndulla #mon mothma #leia #leia organa #general syndulla #fulcrum

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susanoosama01 · 8 months

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AU where Anakin has been having one single recurring nightmare since his childhood. Imagine little Ani waking up in tears and Shmi having to shush him tenderly then the very next day he drops one electric tool and burns his tiny hands because for a second, the tool looked like the lightning in his dream. He jumps and drops the tool and burns his little hands because for a second, he heard the screams of that man in his dream. He never sees the hooded figure who shoots the lightning, only the blond man whose face twists in pain and who looks at Ani, pleading. Years later, in the Temple the dreams continue. The voices never leave him alone at night. I will not fight you! There's still good in you. If you will not turn maybe she will. NEVER! HELP ME! PLEASE! Obi-Wan taught you well. HELP ME! It's the only way you can save your friends! I am not leaving you! Just for once, let me- HELP ME!

When Anakin wakes up, he can never breathe properly. His throat and lungs stop working, he tastes smoke and something burnt and he finds himself crying for the blond man who keeps looking younger and younger to him as Anakin himself becomes older.

The dreams change after he marries Padmé. The same blond man is in light colors, loose ponchos and is fixing up some kind of speeder with his sandy hands. The young man gazes at the sky and plays with a toy spaceship, lying on the top of a vaporator. The young man smiles, looking more vibrant than both of the suns over his head. The young man races his friends, shoots at womprats and helps out at a mechanic shop. It's hot, it's sandy, it's boring, it's home. He was born free after all. He likes speed and flying and blasters and scrapyards and-

Anakin in his early twenties cries for the young boy every time he wakes from a dream about him. He remembers the lightning and the agonizing sobs and the screams and the little one's face becoming so clear for a minute before everything goes black. He remembers losing the boy. Every single time.

Padmé is pregnant. She whispers to him in the dark of their cozy bedroom one night just as Anakin is falling asleep. Leia for a girl. Luke for a boy.

Luke.

Anakin keeps dreaming about Luke. Luke grows up on Tatooine. Luke is gentle like Padmé. Luke is curious and brave like Anakin. Luke is born free. Luke learns from Obi-Wan. Luke fights a war. Luke dies in front of Anakin. Anakin saves him from the lightning, kills the hooded figure but he can't save Luke. Luke rushes to his side. Luke takes him by the arm, helping him out. Luke leans over, removes something from over his face. Luke looks more vibrant than both of the suns on Tatooine. Luke disappears in a few short moments. Luke dies and Anakin is left all alone in eternal darkness.

When Palpatine tells him of the legend, he says something else.

You can save Luke.

Anakin is willing to turn to the Dark Side because he will lose Luke and be left in the dark anyway. At least like this, Luke will live.

Luke will live, he promises himself.

#sw #star wars #headcanon #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #anakin loves luke #darth vader #palpatine #darth sidious #padmé amidala #anakin having prophetic dreams #alternate universe #fanfic idea #star wars headcanons #star wars original trilogy

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Sweetly, Sweetly Showered the Stars | Oneshot Romance and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3000

Summary: On Naboo, the special star showers occur once every decade, and Padme invites Anakin and Obi-Wan to the event. After years of loving Obi-Wan, Anakin has to decide if he wants to confess his love or continue to keep it hidden.

Inspired by this beautiful art by @human-rocket. Title influenced by a line from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Much thanks to @veloursdor for helping me get unstuck and for @to-proudly-go for being an awesome cheerleader! And huge thanks to @ineffableobikin for betaing!

Anakin walked out to the balcony attached to his room, and he stretched up towards the sky, enjoying the cool morning breeze and the warm sunlight. Crossing his arms behind him and straightening his upper body, he took a deep breath and looked at the view of Naboo's countryside, seeing the Gallo Mountains in the distance and the gently rolling hills in the foreground. The whole place felt like something out of a pastoral fairy tale, making him feel relaxed and at peace, and he welcomed the slower pace for a change.

"Are you ready for the star showers tonight?"

Anakin turned around and faced Obi-Wan walking towards him. His heart fluttered quickly, and he took a deep breath to calm himself as the love of his life came to stand in front of him. How could he not love someone like Obi-Wan? Nobody else could compare in terms of looks, personality, and intelligence. He eyed Obi-Wan discreetly as his master looked out over the balcony, his hands tucked in his sleeves. A peaceful expression graced Obi-Wan’s handsome face, and his perfectly groomed hair and beard tempted Anakin to want to muss it by kissing him and running his hands through those auburn tresses.

"I'm more than ready," Anakin replied, ignoring all his pining thoughts and somehow managing to keep his voice steady. "Padme did go on that long poetic monologue describing the last star showers she saw ten years ago."

"Can you blame her? It must be beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you.

Anakin turned his gaze back to the scenic views, willing himself not to blush and give in to his emotions. "It was good timing that we were able to accept her invitation."

"Very much so. She was very gracious in inviting both of us," Obi-Wan agreed. "Speaking of Padme, we should go join her for breakfast."

"All right."

Obi-Wan headed out first, with Anakin following a few steps behind. Thinking about what was to come later, Anakin wondered about tonight, wondered how he should confess -- whether he should even confess. He dreaded the rejection that may result from his confession, but at the same time, he was tired of hiding his feelings. He was attached to his former master in ways that went against the Code, but Anakin's love for Obi-Wan prevailed with the might of his stubbornness. All he wanted was Obi-Wan's love and heart, Obi-Wan's warm body in his arms, as they cuddled together.

He could still be a good Jedi and not let his love for Obi-Wan get in the way of his duties. That was what he truly believed. He also believed that the Force had given him its approval whenever he had a moment to meditate, feeling their gentle pulses when he became a part of it. But still he hesitated. Will of the Force or not, he didn't want to face this with his usual boldness, for Obi-Wan was much too precious for him to lose by being impulsive. Still, he needed to do something soon; he'd dawdled long enough.

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"Tonight will be the perfect chance, you know."

Anakin leaned back against the couch and looked sideways at Padme. "Perfect chance for . . . ?"

She rolled her eyes as she gave him a look and poked his cheek gently. "Don't play dumb, Ani."

He grinned and sobered quickly. "Dunno if I can, Pads. I'm tired of hiding, but I don't know if I can stomach his rejection. What if everything changes for the worse?"

"Didn't you say that it felt right in the Force -- your feelings for him?" she asked, bringing up one of her soft hands to cup his cheek. He leaned into the reassuring touch, glad that their friendship was one where they could show affection and not worry about it being weird or sexual.

He sighed, trying his best to calm his mind. "Yeah, but it's still not an easy thing to do."

"Well, as the great motivational speaker Essel Jaksun would say, 'Stop being a motherfucking idiot and just do it'."

"Pads!" he exclaimed and laughed at the same time. "I can't believe you!"

"Why? Because he looks way too similar to Master Windu?"

" . . . No. Just don't imitate him. Please."

She giggled and reached over to hug him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Do something tonight. The two of you can have fun at the festival. Just forget about the war for one night and let yourself be happy."

Without saying anything, he hugged her back and buried his face against her shoulder, so grateful for her friendship, understanding, and love. Whatever happened tonight, he would handle it, good or bad, but deep inside, he hoped desperately for Obi-Wan to reciprocate his love. At the least, if he did get rejected, Padme had a huge stash of wine he could drown his sorrows in and suffer from a massive hangover tomorrow; however, he reflected, he’d prefer to get drunk on love rather than wine.

*****

The festival was massive, with hundreds of people out, and it was crowded, but not to the point of feeling crushed. Booth after booth lined the streets, with a variety of smells and sounds coming from them. Exuberant cheering and laughter could be heard everywhere, the excitement drawing Anakin in as the blissful energy grew in his heart and spread throughout his body.

Padme had left them alone, saying she'd promised to explore the festival with her nieces. Anakin had no complaints -- not when he could pretend that he was on a date with Obi-Wan -- albeit a very one-sided date, but it still counted in his book.

Bit by bit, with Obi-Wan by his side, they both leisurely strolled around the festival and took in the whole scene. Anakin personally enjoyed seeing the food booths, even venturing out to try some of the local delicacies. His favourite treat was the carp-shaped pastry filled with red-bean paste with a name he'd never remember. He'd also happily tried some boiled silkworms, which were quite crunchy with a savoury flavour. The look of pure disgust on Obi-Wan's face made him laugh.

"It's not that bad, Master," Anakin commented as he finished the last of it.

Obi-Wan shook his head hard. "I'll take your word for it."

"Oh!" Anakin exclaimed and pointed at the darts game. "Let's play. Best two out of three?"

"You're on," Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow while his eyes twinkled.

Anakin didn't remember who won their little competition, for he was extremely distracted by such a relaxed and cheerful Obi-Wan. It'd been so long since they'd been able to just unwind and not worry about the war. Obi-Wan's eyes didn't look as haunted and exhausted as they did a few days ago, his former master's grimaces now turned to light smiles with soft chuckles that didn't sound so forced.

This was the man whom Anakin had fallen in love with; seeing Obi-Wan like this made his heart fill with elated delight and made his stomach do nervous flips. He wanted to pull Obi-Wan into his embrace and never let him go, war and Jedi life all be damned.

But Anakin behaved and kept his hands and thoughts to himself as they wandered around the festival, content to hear Obi-Wan go on excitedly about obscure facts that only he would know. Anakin listened with half an ear, as he smiled and nodded in the right places, hoping he didn't come off with a goofy lovestruck expression.

When they ran into Padme, all three greeted each other before he saw the "knock down the bottles" game, saw the stuffed animals lining the booth, and said, "Pads! I'm going to win you that super ugly stuffed loth cat -- that glittery neon purple and green one!"

Padme blinked and her face took on a horrified expression when her eyes landed on the stuffed animal. "Oh, no, Ani! Absolutely not!"

"I insist! Take it as my gratitude for your invitation to this event." Anakin ignored Padme's sputtering and he gave Obi-Wan a big grin. "Don't you think that'd match her interior?"

"No comments from me," Obi-Wan answered blandly, his face having gone into a blank mask for a brief moment before it returned to one of him looking slightly amused.

Anakin frowned to himself, wondering why Obi-Wan's mood had shifted, wondering why he'd looked off for a few seconds. He briefly pondered if he did something wrong -- was it that bad of an idea to win a prize for his best friend or was exhaustion catching up to Obi-Wan? Knowing that this was not the place nor time to resolve this new mystery, he set aside his investigator persona and went up to the booth to win Padme the stuffed loth cat. He easily won the game and accepted the prize, and he practically shoved the prize into Padme's chest gleefully. "Don't say I never did anything for you!"

Padme's resigned look just made him laugh. Obi-Wan also chortled next to him, but Anakin didn't miss the weird emotions he felt in the Force. But before he could question it further, Padme said, "It's almost time! Let's go to the balcony."

Anakin followed behind them with a mix of emotions swirling inside of him. The star showers would happen soon, and he had to decide what to do with his love for Obi-Wan. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would do something -- he just had to figure out the best course of action within the next half an hour.

*****

Before Padme left them on their private balcony, she gave Anakin a "you better do something or I will make you regret giving me that horrendous stuffed nightmare" look, and Anakin returned the look with a smirk. With Obi-Wan, they walked up to the balcony's end; Anakin stood straight and crossed his arms, while Obi-Wan bent and leaned against the bar.

Below them, there were hundreds of people standing around, all looking upwards, eager to see the promised star showers. The thrums of excitement were contagious, and Anakin felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. To hide his conflicting emotions, he turned to teasing.

"Your back killing you, Old Man?"

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not nice to mock your elders, Anakin."

"So you are admitting you're old?"

" . . . I'm not that--"

Many people below them gasped, and then a hush fell over the entire place as everyone looked upwards to see the start of the much-anticipated star showers. Against the night sky, the stars shone brightly and then fell around them at different rates. Some showered down quickly, much like someone sprinkling salt over them. Others came down slower, like snow gently falling from the sky as it left behind trails of fading light.

Padme wasn't kidding -- the star showers were breathtakingly gorgeous. Anakin stared at them in awe for a minute or so, and then he glanced over at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's entire demeanour spoke of pure admiration as he stared at the sky with a gentle smile, eyes sparkling like the falling stars around them, lips parting as he took a deep breath.

Anakin turned his gaze completely towards Obi-Wan, as if he'd developed tunnel vision, unable to see anything but his master next to him. He could feel the Force dance and sing around them, completely hypnotised. He was so hyper-fixated on Obi-Wan, that he'd almost missed what Obi-Wan said next.

"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, Master. Beautiful," he responded softly, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's face. He swallowed hard against his suddenly dry throat, willing the Force to give him the courage to take the next step. He allowed his thoughts of not as beautiful as you to escape from behind his shields and he reached out with invisible hands, pouring all the love he could bring himself to give into their bond.

Seconds ticked, followed by a long pause as Anakin's eyes never left Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan finally turned to look at him, and their eyes met. Without breaking eye contact, Anakin reached out with his flesh hand and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek while he stroked the sharp cheekbone with his thumb.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan breathed out as his bright blue eyes became half-lidded.

Stepping closer, Anakin murmured, "They are not as beautiful as you, Master."

Obi-Wan leaned closer into his touch, and Anakin felt his heart jump with joy as hope spread all over him. He moved in even closer, the desire to kiss him growing stronger. But then Obi-Wan's eyes opened up all the way, and he took a step back with a confused expression. "What about Padme?"

Anakin jerked back in bewilderment, dropped his hand, and gave Obi-Wan a befuddled look. "Padme?"

"You two are not as subtle as you think," Obi-Wan continued. "I understand you two have feelings for each other, and while it does go against the Code . . . I want nothing but happiness for you."

" . . . How did you come to that kriffing conclusion?" Anakin exclaimed. "Padme is just my best friend!"

"Earlier today, I saw you two on the couch. And you also did win that monstrosity for her."

Anakin paused. Though Obi-Wan had stayed calm and showed no emotions outwardly, through the Force, he felt an undercurrent of . . . was that jealousy?

He thought back to what had happened earlier today and tried to see the situation from Obi-Wan's perspective; he supposed they did come off as a couple from a certain point of view. But he still asked incredulously, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What -- yes, I mean, no -- where did you get that idea?!" Obi-Wan floundered very uncharacteristically.

With the stars still falling around them, Anakin snorted and began to snigger hard. "You are so jealous."

"I. Am. Not."

"And I'm going to live in a sand castle," Anakin said dryly. Then Obi-Wan's earlier words came to the front of his mind, which made him say, "You said . . . you want nothing but happiness for me."

Obi-wan gave him a slight frown. "I did."

Taking a deep breath, Anakin reached for the courage somewhere inside his rapidly thumping chest and continued, "What if my happiness meant being with you? I love you, Obi-Wan -- it's always been you. It was never Padme. I want to be with you."

The frown melted off of Obi-Wan's face as his eyes softened and his lips quirked up in a gentle smile. Anakin nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Obi-Wan's calloused fingers caressing his cheek. "Oh, my dearest, I feel the same way. But the Code--"

"No, no, no. Do not bring up the Code, Master," Anakin begged, eyes closing tight on their own accord, his hand coming up to rest on top of Obi-Wan's, whose hand was still on Anakin's cheek. "Please -- the Code is outdated. Attachment can be dangerous, but my attachment to you is not that at all. Because of you, I want to be a better person, want to prove to you how much I love and care for you. I know you will want some time to think about this, and I will give you as long as you want. Just don't--"

Anakin stopped his desperate rambling when a pair of lips met his own -- soft, warm lips, which were framed by the beard that tickled his cheeks faintly. Obi-Wan was kissing him.

To quote the great Essel Jaksun (thanks a lot, Padme), holy motherfucking shit. He's kissing me! Obi-Wan's really kissing me!

Before Anakin could kiss back, Obi-Wan broke the kiss and moved his head back slightly and said, "You didn't let me finish."

Anakin couldn't bring to feel any remorse as he felt nothing but euphoria inside of him that made him want to yell out to the whole galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Negotiator, had just kissed him. Trembling so much from the emotions that were ready to burst out of him, he rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Go ahead."

"The Code -- I was raised by the Code and I was determined to follow it. But when I began to have feelings for you, I began to question the Code and all that it states about attachments, and about how there is no passion, but serenity. Why can't we have both, as long as we can balance them?"

"I hope that is a rhetorical question because I can’t think of anything but kissing you again," Anakin admitted with no shame. He turned to look back at the sky, and he saw that the star showers were still occurring. Turning his gaze back to Obi-Wan, he tilted his face and leaned in close until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. "I want us to kiss again right under the star showers."

Obi-Wan responded by closing the tiny gap, and their lips met once more. They kept still for several seconds and then Obi-Wan -- or was it him -- Anakin wasn't sure, and it surely didn't matter in the long run -- deepened their kiss. Lips parted, tongues met, and Anakin felt like he was drowning in his desires. The kiss was amazing and felt a lot better than anything he'd had imagined. As ridiculous as it sounded later, right now, he really wished time would stop and keep them here forever, under the beautiful star showers, away from the war and all their responsibilities.

He felt the Force sing to him, and it sounded like, "Sweetly, sweetly showered the stars / the wandering souls have come afar / never apart forevermore / as those who love will always soar."

When the star showers ended, Anakin's mind stayed on those words from the Force, and he pulled Obi-Wan into a tight embrace. "I love you."

"And I love you, my dearest."

As the night went on, and when they finally retired to one room, the love and hope the star showers gave Anakin stayed with him. It was a night he could never forget, a night of new beginnings for the two wandering souls amongst the stars.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52417552

#my fic #obikin #obikin fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #based off a fanart #essel jaksun needs to be a thing now #human-rocket is bloody amazing

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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MY LITTLE DOVE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: You were his dove. His dove. His reason for living, for breathing in the air you spare into his lungs. Anakin might be a man who was damned from the moment he met you, but it didn't matter as long as he had his dove, his last fleeting connection to the light you were incarnated from.

Warnings: okay...here we go… possessive anakin, unhealthy obsession, fanaticism, obsessive anakin, jealousy, almost smut, definitely spicy, making out, obsessive behavior, female reader, possession, i can not stress enough that this is a darker fic. W/C: 3117

Notes: well, this was a thought!

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Anakin knew you. Arguably he knew your insides and outs better than anyone else, reading you like a book and practically predicting what you are thinking without the force's aid, which was something he chose to take pride in. However, there came a responsibility with knowing you, and that was taking care of your every need, even if that meant waiting on you hand and foot. It's not like he wanted to go drinking, but you had begged so sweetly that he couldn't help but say no. What a mistake that was.

You two had arrived at a bar stacked with people, blood-pumping music with a base you could feel reverberating in your chest, with the faint stench of alcohol that definitely wasn't legal, but that's none of his concern, only you. It was beyond him why you had voluntarily wanted to go drinking when you two could be using your rare silver of time together in the warmth of each other while he doted on your every burning need with your ravishing moans filling the air instead of whatever this was. Both of you took a seat in the back of the room on sticky cushions while the waiter took your order in an organized flourish.

"I know you wanted to do something, sweetheart, but I didn't exactly have this in mind." His calloused hand ran down the expanse of your thigh, and you leaned eagerly into the touch.

"You never give yourself a break, Ani. So I thought this would be a good way to loosen up and enjoy ourselves without the Maker-forsaken war looming over our heads." Oh. You were indeed a dream, for your consideration of his needs and putting them first, knowing how more often than not, he neglected himself of a break was rewarding, moving even. His hand involuntarily squeezed your thigh, trailing up further before stopping right where he could feel your need practically dripping for him.

"You're such a sweet little thing, aren't you, pretty girl?" You ducked your head, your face burning with heat licking up your cheeks. He chuckled, wallowing in the sensation of your thighs clenching at the sound of his voice. But, Maker, how did he end up with you all to himself? Certainly, he didn't deserve it, no, not at all, for his mind was corrupted with the sin a Jedi should never indulge in while his hallo, his angel, his saving grace, basked in the pool of a sinless life known only to purity and all the things he should be in his role as the savior in the galaxy of the damned.

Anakin should be apprehensive about the wandering eyes and the soldiers that frequently occupy the place, but depravity had him in its grasp, and he wasn't strong or willful enough to break free from it, for what could be so wrong when he could embrace all that which he longed for, a love lecherous as it was vitreous. As innocence became an afterthought to the fantasy of your corruption, debauchery became a gentle caress. The utter need for you warped into a possession that could never be slaked by even the silver of his soul carrying the light of a Jedi.

"Thank you for taking care of me, my dove," he leaned in and whispered, his teeth nipping the shell of your ear as you dissolved under the warmth of his skin into putty in his hands.

Two drinks were set carefully in front of you, and Anakin's hand retracted from your thigh, pulling the credits out of his pocket and sliding them to the waiter, her eyes gleaming as she grabbed the money, heading off to another table the next moment. You took the drink, taking a long sip before melting into the back of the cushions, your head tilted upwards as you allowed the alcohol to run its course.

Anakin's gaze befell you once more, and Gods, he could memorize his pretty dove's face for the rest of eternity. His dove, his incarnation of the light, deserved an altar to be worshiped on, a place where he could free his sins and receive penance in the drip of your euphonious voice, your saccharine words sweeter than any fruit and lighter than any song. His endless devotion would lead him on the road to salvation. He was a sinner, a damned man, but you offered him solitude where he was wandering in the unknown. The purpose you gave him breathed air into his lungs and filled him with a passion, a possession, to never be lost in those unknown regions again. As long as he was possessed by the purpose you had bestowed upon him in your first encounter, he would remain your devout disciple, bound to your side.

"I'm off to get another. Do you want more, Ani?" The voice of an angel, he thought before shaking his head and pulling out the appropriate credits for you. You looked wearily at the money, and Anakin felt your hesitation as he placed them in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the cool metal.

"My treat." Your lips extended into a wide grin, and before he knew it, you had placed a delighted peck on his unprepared lips, pulling back with that same joyous sparkle in your eyes. It was moments like these that made Anakin feel fulfilled, like he had done his job of serving you. He knew the kiss was risky, that being this close to you was risky, but he didn't care. He had spent the entire relationship being careful, cautious of every set of eyes and ears that could spell your expulsion from the order, and now he was desperate for that closeness, for your kisses, the beautiful arches of your body that leaned into his touches whether feather light and soft or rough and demanding.

Anakin's eyes held an unrestrained hunger, his body tense with anticipation before his lips descended upon yours forcefully and feverishly, spreading a wave of passion across your skin. His right hand came to cup your face, tracing over each dip and line to revere the body that looked as though it was crafted out of marble by the most gifted carver on the face of the galaxy.

"My pretty girl," he groaned in ecstasy into the kiss, his lips bearing wicked desperation that knocked out your senses as they molded against yours once more as his other hand left your face to explore the uncharted regions of your body you so gracefully offered him. His figure pushed yours closer to the seat in a way that hid your faces easier and made Anakin appear as a wall of unbreakable muscle.

You were practically trembling underneath him with your own hunger as your hand found his chest, grappling onto the robes to keep you from dissolving into the seat. His hand impatiently slid under your robes, grasping at the flesh near the root of your lust. You whimpered at his scarred hands, and he greedily drank the sound. Your noise of pleasure was a scripture meant to be prayed upon and worshiped by him, the only person capable enough to listen to a divine being such as you. The growing tightness in his pants from your soft sounds was becoming unavoidable as your lips parted for breath.

"I-I should go get the drinks," you stammered, and he chuckled, reluctantly releasing his grip on you. His dove was flustered. Anybody could tell by how you wobbled out of your seat, your body jittery as you headed toward the bar. He grabs his glass, his eyes never leaving you as he swirls the drink in his hand before taking a swig. He watched the way you twisted as you asked the bartender for a drink, sliding the credits across the counter. Your foot tapped anxiously against the hardwood, and the anticipation radiated from you in waves only he could feel through your bond.

A clone approached you, formally greeting you before waving down the bartender. He quickly identified the soldier as none other than Rex, who seemed more than enthused to start a conversation with you while you waited for your drink. You turned your back on him, greeting his captain with a smile that seemed too perfect for a man of such imperfections to witness. A pang of jealousy struck him like a blast from a rifle. He should have never agreed to let you travel to this place. You should be at home, safe from the world and the prying eyes of the men in it. No one should be able to touch his little dove because he would be the only one to fill her heart with sin, her mouth with wickedness, and her body with heat. No one but him.

"General," Rex greeted, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, "it's always a pleasure."

He's too close, his mind urged, but his focus on overhearing your conversation wavered over the pounding in his ears as he remained still, taking a sip of the bitter alcohol, the gush of darkness pouring over his heart corroding his signature with a dangerous sense of jealousy.

Your laughter broke him out of his stupor, and he turned his cold stare to you. You had placed a hand on Rex's arm, and the both of you doubled over in laughter, broad smiles breaking across your faces. He took another swing at his drink, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body as you two collected yourselves, your eyes never catching his icy glare as you gathered your drink, finding yourself back in the conversation with his captain. The shadow of vice loomed over his heart, his being, with a ferocity that wrapped him up in its spell, pulling him down the rabbit hole to welcome the shadiest part of his fermenting soul. The possession, which was initially a poison spilling slowly through his brain, engulfed it within seconds, tunneling his vision as the blasted feeling crept into his heart, making it beat impossibly faster. The subside into jealousy was a vicious one. It thrashed against his skull, rushed through his veins, and sent his chest tightening with the feeling he wanted to crawl out of.

He didn't know what you and Rex were saying anymore, only that it had captured your attention and prevented you from rightfully returning to his side. Your head dipped, and Rex stepped forward, running his hand down your arm. He recognized your flustered expression anywhere. It was the dip of your head, hiding your face, fidgeting, the embarrassment oozing into your signature. He could feel and see it all. Rex, the man he fought alongside and trusted with his life, was touching his dove, his angel composed of pure light, and defiling you with his wretched ardor. The jealousy wrapped like tendrils around his mind, forcing every ounce of darkness he harbored to the forefront. Your gaze shifted to him for a moment as you felt a tinge of anger corroded with an infinite blackness seep into his signature. Then, when your eyes met, he straightened up, discarding his darkened expression and trading it for a content one. He saw the worry exude from your body as they remained on his for a second longer.

Under your gaze, Anakin felt seen, like he was more than a Jedi, more than the Chosen One, more than any of the labels life had tagged him with but a person. He was the only person in the world when you looked at him so tenderly, the only person deserving of your sweet affections that unknowingly twisted into what would be his demise. Your love was the first taste of iniquity, the first step from the light for the sole purpose of wanting more. He wanted more of you, more of your love that set his soul alight, more of your body wrung in its own purity while writhing in need he alone could slake, your mind that bore the truth of your affiliations, everything. It was never enough to sate the swelling devotion, contorted in its desire for his beloved dove that breathed life into his lungs, and he would be damned if he let a single clone rip his only source of light away for his own childish pleasures. Not that he wasn't already damned, but he would stop by no means from returning his dove to where she belonged.

The two of you parted a moment later, saying your goodbyes as you finally headed back to him with your drink. You slid back into your spot, finding your place at Anakin's side before you decided to look up, your expression falling.

"What's the matter, Ani?" That was a rich question coming from you. His dove lets another man touch her, replacing his touches with their soiled ones.

He leaned in, his lips hovering over your ear before he spoke in a thick, dark voice that made your skin prickle. "What were you doing?"

"I-I was just talking to Rex, you saw. We were just catching up, Anakin. There was nothing to it," your voice trembled as you struggled to justify what he saw. His hair brushed against your cheek, and he could practically hear your heart pumping as the tinge of fear diluted the radiant light of your signature. "Do you not trust me?"

"I trust you with my entire being, my everything, my dove. What I don't trust are the men who put their filthy hands on what is mine."

"It was just one touch–"

He chuckled darkly, the sound bouncing around your skull like a crude game of pinball as your chest constricted, waiting for what he was about to say. "It's never one touch."

You gulp, your tongue suddenly too big for your mouth, your eyes darting around the room as you refuse to meet his gaze. You knew Anakin was a possessive man, one riddled by his own feelings, but his jealousy was an emotion he couldn't quell, and it was times like these that you questioned his connection to the light. Yet, you had never talked to Obi-Wan about it out of fear he wouldn't believe you because it was only you who witnessed this side of him, tortured over his own feelings.

"Oh, my little dove, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get jealous." You sensed the change in his signature to be apologetic while his voice softened. He felt your body relax and melt into him again, and he pressed his nose to your pulse point, planting a kiss where your heartbeat pounded against your skin. He was far from okay from what happened mere minutes ago, his mind still tormented over the idea of someone else touching what didn't belong to them, but he felt the beginning of your worry for him, the wisp of fear amongst the light, and that wouldn't do. He wouldn't defile your pretty connection to the light like that. No, it was the attachment, the desire, arousal. All of it would be your undoing as you would devote your body to a sinner and succumb to your own lust belonging to him entirely like he was to you. You would forgive his sacrilege, let him repent, forgive him like the saint you were. You already had his life. It was only fair that he had yours.

"It's late. We should start heading back," you comment as you nuzzle your head into his chest, breathing in the scent of him. He stays there for a moment, admiring his dearest, who appeared as an angel before him, kissing the top of your head in agreement.

The trip home is filled with silence, one that seems comfortable to you, but to Anakin, it's insufferable. His mind kept returning to the scene of you and Rex talking, laughing, and touching each other. It stirred those forbidden feelings that the Jedi must extinguish, and once you arrived back at the Temple, sneaking into your apartment together, Anakin felt the cold encounter of darkness over his spine. You lock the door, and Anakin hurriedly presses his lips to yours with a shattering of passion as you clash together in a combination of tongue and teeth. Your noise of surprise is muffled by the sinking of his lips on yours as his hands move to your waist, pressing your back firmly to the wall. Your lips reciprocate the action, and he feels the bleed of your building arousal in your signature as you let out a muffled moan as his hands fondle at your chest, pulling you close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off you. The ferociousness of his movements is enough to make you dizzy, your head reeling from the sensation of all of it.

"Your mine," Anakin growls, his hand reaching up to press firmly against your windpipe to give that familiar buzz of intoxication. His pleasure he's bestowing upon you is addicting, and like the addict you are, you want more. Your hands fly to his chest, blindly reaching to undo his robes.

Your thoughts were clouded by the thrill rolling over your body in waves you couldn't control, the harshness of his touches only spirling him deeper into the frenzy that had eradicated his waking mind. It was endearing how desperate you were, how you craved his touches to relieve your burning arousal. In moments like these, he took his pleasure in defiling his pure angel, desecrating you in the only way he knew how.

"My filthy girl, your mine."

"Say it," he spits darkly, and for a moment, just for a second, you feel the cold brush of fear part through the haze of your mind. You knew Anakin. You knew him like the back of your hand, and the darkness penetrating his signature was not him but something else…or someone else. You didn't allow that moment to blind you or push through the veil of your mind. Anakin's a Jedi. It was fleeting, and you let it go. You knew Anakin.

"I'm yours."

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tennessoui · 11 months

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The pool boy au was really interesting from a character study perspective. How much more was Obi-Wan actually manipulating from behind the scenes than he actually let on? Was he already putting on an act by the moment he gave Anakin the scotch, or did he start way earlier, like when he was breaking Satine’s glass statues? (Rhetorical question, ofc) If so, sounds appropriately pretentious for a hotshot film director.

I feel like a lot of the things he said were clues that he was not actually pretending to talk to Satine the whole time (for example, how he seemed to be talking to someone a lot more submissive and complacent than Satine is characterized as being). I imagined Satine as another wealthy aristocrat/famous actress with nothing to lose by divorcing him, so I was surprised when he implied that she was a gold digger. I like the room left for doubt and how since Anakin is an unreliable narrator, it’s hard to tell how much he was actually being played.

Also, I feel like Fetish would be the perfect song for this au.

what an excellent ask!!! love ok

for me, obi-wan's character is all about being opportunistic, manipulative, and in control -- i don't think he threw satine's statues in order to get anakin to come looking. i think that was a genuine slip of control where he wanted to break something and there they were: wholly his ex-wife's, wholly things she liked that represented a very unsavory aspect of his marriage. he's not thinking about anakin at all yet...

not until he sees him standing there, shirtless and sweaty like he always fucking is around obi-wan for fucks sake - but now, obi-wan is single, now anakin is of age, it's perfect and obi-wan is an opportunist. i think he decided to fuck anakin right then, but i think everything after was more hastily thrown together.

obi-wan's every action after seeing anakin is just so manipulative--they're the actions of a man who is desperately trying to regain his sense of control. he even asks anakin to walk over broken glass for him to see if he would do it, see how submissive he would be for him (and i think that's the moment obi-wan decides he'll keep him after fucking him)

the scotch is another test, to push his boundaries and see how much he'll bend for obi-wan. i think he's actually probably a little surprised anakin suggests that he pretend to be satine: he just really leans into it because it's an opportunity to dominate the memory of his wife (who was absolutely not as submissive or bitchy as obi-wan tells anakin)

from the moment anakin steps out of the bathroom, i think obi-wan enjoys the night in 2 ways. he's dominating his ex-wife, sort of, and he's fucking the pool boy, who is everything satine isn't: specifically, submissive and willing to go along with everything obi-wan says. so i think he finds pleasure in saying nasty things to anakin about his ex-wife, but i don't think he ever loses track of who is actually in his bed !! he's enjoying anakin too much for that

(but i think he's also really enjoying making anakin confused and dazed and needy by bringing his ex wife back into the picture every so often)

#asks #pool boy au #also nah i dont think satine ever sat on the floor beside obi-wan's arm chair #but obi-wan is in a position where he can create his perfect relationship standards #by implying thaat this is what satine did for him and doesn't anakin want to be satine but better?#which would lead to all manner of kinky things like cockwarming under his desk or hand feeding at the table #obi-wan just acts like either this is normal or this is something anakin can give him that his uptight ex wife wouldn't #in my mind too for backstory i do think satine is more old money and obi-wan new money #so she didn't marry him for money or anything #but tht doesn't mean they never fought about things like that juts to fight #or that obi-wan has never accused her of marrying him to stay relevant or something

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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A survivor to the massacre!! I hope they get the answers they need . . . Maybe it won’t be what they’ll want to hear but it might just finish filling up all the holes within the whole Anakin mess

In this case, I don't think that they realize just how bad the situation is. Right now, all they know is a rumor, mentioned by the Naberrie/Skywalker twins, but it's just that, a rumor. And, sure, they have confirmation that a massacre happened, but that's not a lot to go on.

"There's a survivor," Vali says as she looks up at Boba and Omega. "A survivor?" Omega asks, arching a single brow and looking a lot like Hunter when she does so. "From the Massacre." Eri clarifies, "She lives here, in the city." Boba and Omega shared surprised looks, and then Boba straightens, "Well then, let's go speak to this survivor." The older twins herd their niece and nephew through the busy streets until they come to a clinic. "This is the place?" Omega asks. "Yeah. The lady we spoke to says that she can't leave this place." Eri says as he peers around Boba. Boba pushes the door open and leads the way into the building. It smells like a low cost clinic, the scent of antiseptic filling the lobby. A woman standing at the front desk greets them with a strained smile. "Welcome! How can I help you?" "We're looking for someone," Omega says, "A Tusken who survived a massacre several years ago." The Nurse immediately looks suspicious, "Why?" "We're trying to figure out the truth of the scenario," Vali says from behind Boba, "And talking to the survivor would be a big help." "I'll see if she's willing to speak with you." The Nurse says after a moment, "Wait here." Only moments later, a Tusken woman is brought out of a side room. She's still dressed in her traditional clothing, though she's not well. She's missing most of her limbs, and based on the machines attached to her, the damage to her torso was severe as well. And when she speaks, her voice is raspy, as though she hasn't spoken in a very long time. "You are here to ask about the massacre?" She asks. "Yes ma'am," Boba says, "If it's not too much trouble?" "There was a sandstorm," She says, "Much larger than normal for that season, and a woman stumbled into our camp. The sand blinded her, and when she saw that she was in our camp, she panicked...she attacked a child." "I'm guessing that didn't go over well?" Omega asks. "No...there's only one way the clan would ever react to a child being harmed." She slowly, painfully, shakes her head. "They had no intention to kill her. They intended to send her away once the storm ended. But she was weak, frail..." "What happened?" Vali asks. "Someone broke into the camp...and killed everyone." She says softly, "Even the children...even the babies." Eri leans in and holds out a datapad, "Does this person look familiar?" On the datapad is a recent picture of Anakin. "That's him." The woman says, "That's him. He's older, but...yes. That's him." She doesn't take her gaze off the image, "He walks free still?" "Not for much longer," Boba promises.

#star wars #star wars au #clone creche

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 years

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The Will of the Force - CH 1

Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obikin AO3 Masterlist Summary: What if Obi-wan hadn't been granted permission to train Anakin in the ways of the Force? What if Qui-Gon hadn't perished during the battle with Darth Maul? How differently would things have turned out?

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Chapter One

The battle was over, but Qui-Gon Jinn knew that the war had only just begun. He and Obi-Wan had made it out of their fight with the Sith Lord Darth Maul, alive though not completely unscathed. They managed to escape the fight with only a few cuts and many bruises, but in the end they won. Exhausted and worn down, but they won, they survived.

Obi-Wan had taken down the Sith Lord, but as Master Yoda had said, there were always two. The Sith Lords death would be a relief for only a short period of time before they were forced to wonder, to ask themselves the bigger question. Now they only had to figure out which Sith they had destroyed, the master or the apprentice, and whether or not they had more to worry about in the future. A threat the Council once thought to be gone, all this time had been right under their noses and they didn't even know it. How many other threats had passed through their defenses unchecked?

And though that was the Council's main concern, Qui-Gon's mind was on other matters at the moment. Those thoughts pertaining the future of the slave child they had saved from Tatooine, the very child which now stood with him and Obi-Wan in front of the Jedi Council.

“You must reconsider!”

“Made up our minds, the Jedi Council has.” Master Yoda spoke from his seat in the center of the room, hands clasped over the head of his walking stick, eyes closed and face scrunched in firm determination. “Trained in the Jedi Arts, the youngling will not be.”

“Master Yoda, please.” Qui-Gon took a few steps towards the Council and away from Anakin and Obi-Wan. “He is strong in the Force, I know you can feel it, and he passed the entrance exams. Not only that, but he single handedly took down the Trade Federation’s Droid ship from the inside, and helped end the war on Naboo. He has instincts and talents that of which I have never seen in a Jedi before. He must be trained.”

“He is too old.” Master Windu spoke up from his seat to Yoda's right, a hand tiredly rubbing at his forehead. “It will take too long to train him at his age now, and it will be a difficult path for anyone who tries. The Council stands with its decision that Anakin Skywalker will not be trained in the Jedi Arts.”

“I am willing to train him,” Qui-Gon said, taking another step forward, “for as long as it takes, you need not find another Master Jedi.”

“A Padawan, you already have,” Yoda pointed a sharp finger over to Obi-Wan standing near the back of the room, “a second, you cannot.”

“Obi-Wan is ready to face the trials. Once he is no longer my Padawan I can take Anakin on in his place.”

“The Council stands with its decision.” Mace Windu remained firm, Yoda beside him nodded his agreement, and it would seem there was nothing more Qui-Gon could do, though he could feel that the Council was making a grave mistake. “There will be no further discussions on the matter, this is our final word.”

With nothing left to say and no more arguments left to make, Qui-Gon bowed and turned towards the door. Obi-Wan and Anakin bowed to the Council as well, then followed him out. Once they were on the other side and the door was closed, leaving them alone in the hallway, Qui-Gon turned a sorrowful look on Anakin.

“I am sorry, Anakin.” The young child said nothing, just looked to the ground and moved to lean on the leg of Obi-Wan, and clutched tightly to his pant leg.

Obi-Wan looked down to the boy, a pang stinging his heart. Anakin had told him on the ship when they left Tatooine that he had always dreamed of being trained as a Jedi, and now he was watching the child's entire future fall apart in front of his very eyes.

Obi-Wan sighed and rubbed a soothing hand over Anakin's shoulder, and the young boy just clung tighter to his leg, then hid his face against his thigh. All Obi-Wan could do was look up to his master for help, he didn't know what to do to make this better for the young boy.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes and took a calming breath. “Obi-Wan, why don't you take young Anakin for some food before the flight back to Naboo for the peace ceremony. He has really taken to you, I think spending some time with you might cheer him up. And while you're gone I will prepare everything for our travels.”

Obi-Wan just nodded, then patted his hand on Anakin's back, encouraging the boy to remove himself from his leg and walk with him through the halls. “Come along, Anakin, let's get you something to eat,” he said, as he led the way. And as they were halfway down the hall, almost out of Qui-Gon’s sight, Anakin reached up and took a tight hold of Obi-Wan’s hand. If Obi-Wan thought the pang in his heart was strong before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now, and all he could think to do was hold the young boy's hand just as tightly.

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Their transport arrived early on Naboo the morning of the peace ceremony with the Gungans. The journey there had been smooth yet oddly quiet. The usually very talkative Anakin didn't say a single word the entire ride, and instead spent all of his time right beside Obi-Wan, and never let go of his hand.

As the doors to their transport opened and they walked out, Anakin still holding tightly to Obi-Wan’s hand, they were greeted by the Queen and her Handmaidens in the palace courtyard. As soon as Anakin's eyes landed on Padmé, for the first time all day he let go of Obi-Wan and ran to her waiting arms. She welcomed Anakin with a smile, ear to ear, then knelt down and caressed his face in her hands. “Why don't you go with my Handmaidens while I talk to the Jedi for a moment? I’ll be along soon, but I've had some traditional Naboo clothing made up for you to wear at the peace ceremony today. They will help you change. Go on.”

Anakin just nodded, still not speaking, and ran off with the Handmaidens into the palace. When they were gone, Padmé stood up and turned to the two Jedi standing quietly to the side. “So? How did it go with the Council? What did they say about Anakin?” Obi-Wan couldn't even answer, he just turned his gaze away, and Qui-Gon only shook his head. Her smile quickly faded and transformed into a frown. “Oh no… they won't have him trained.”

“No, they say he's too old,” Qui-Gon replied, “I tried to plead his case but they would not discuss it any further. The Council was firm, unfortunately there is no future within the Jedi for young Anakin.”

“What will happen to him now?” She asked, then a moment of panic flashed across her face. “You can’t send him back to Tatooine!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he shook his head and sighed, folding his arms across his chest, “I am not sure what is next in the boys future, but I will not send him back to be a slave on that planet. I promised his mother I would provide a better life for the boy, and I will not go back on my word.”

“I’m sure something will work itself out,” she said and placed a soothing hand on Qui-Gon's arm, “how is Ani doing, dealing with the news? I know he was so excited.”

“He hasn't said much since we left Coruscant,” Obi-Wan finally turned back and joined the conversation, “but he enjoys your company, your Highness. Perhaps some time spent with you before the ceremony will help lift his spirits.”

“I will try my best.”

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Padmé stopped before the doors of the room where Anakin was waiting for her. She couldn't go in there and let her emotions show through, she couldn't let the dread she was feeling poor through her, she couldn't let Anakin see the pain she felt knowing his dream wasn't going to be coming true. She had to be strong for him and try her best to cheer him up. So before she went inside, she took a few calming deep breaths, then opened the door and walked in with the most sincere smile she could muster. But it wasn't all too hard when she saw little Anakin standing in the center of the room, in the new ceremonial Naboo clothing she had made for him, being doted over by all of her Handmaidens.

When he saw her walk in he looked up at her and smiled, “Padmé, how do I look?”

“You look wonderful, Ani,” she beamed at him as she walked over to kneel in front of him, then reached out to smooth down the front of his crimson and gold robes, “are you excited for the ceremony?”

Anakin nodded, “It's great that you and the Gungans worked it all out, and now you can all be friends.”

“I'm very glad for it too. It's the first time in Naboo history that there has ever been peace between our people.”

“You must be very proud, then.”

“I am.” She gave Anakin one more quick glance to make sure his outfit was complete before standing. “Now, you stay here with the Handmaidens for a little bit longer. I'm just going to go get myself ready, I won't be long, and then we'll head to the stables together for the start of the parade.”

Anakin nodded, then walked over to sit with some of the Handmaidens, entertaining them with wild stories of pod racing on Tatooine, and waited patiently for Padmé to return.

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Anakin followed Padmé and her Handmaidens, escorted by the Royal Guard, out towards the Gualaar stables where the parade would begin. He walked closely at Padme's side, smoothing his hands down the smooth silk of his new robes, and couldn't wait to show Obi-Wan how he looked in them.

Once they finally made it to the stables, every stable hand bustled past them as they made their final preparations, but even through the busy crowd Anakin finally spotted Obi-Wan. He ran from Padmé's side, right past Qui-Gon, and bolted straight to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan had his back turned when Padmé and Anakin had entered the stables, but as soon as Anakin laid eyes on him, Obi-Wan could feel his excitement and sensed him running in his direction. A smile graced Obi-Wan’s lips as he turned and lifted a giggling Anakin into his arms and held him there with one arm, and Qui-Gon and Padmé shared a fond look between them as they watched the pair.

Anakin continued running a hand down his robes and smiled at Obi-Wan excitedly, “Look, Obi-Wan!”

Obi-Wan lifted his free hand and gently tugged at the collar and asked, “And what are these fancy things?”

“These are my Naboolian royal dress robes,” Anakin answered proudly, and it only made Obi-Wan smile more, “Padmé gave them to me, I've never had clothes that are so cool!”

“Well, you look very handsome in them.” Anakin again smiled proudly in Obi-Wan's arms. “And did we say thank-you to the Queen for your new clothes?”

Anakin turned to look back at Padmé. “Thank-you, your Highness!”

“You are most welcome, Ani.” Before they could say anything more between them, horns echoed through the palace courtyard reaching them in the stables, and they could hear the crowd that had gathered, cheering loudly now. “And that is our cue to get this show on the road and start this parade. Anakin, would you like to ride up front with me or would you like to accompany the Jedi?”

Anakin thought about it for only a moment before quickly answering, “Could I go with Obi-Wan, please?”

Padmé smiled, assuming that would have been Anakin's answer. “Of course you can. You can ride in the carriage behind mine.”

“Allow me to accompany you, my Queen?” Qui-Gon asked, hand outstretched for her to take.

“It would be my honour, Master Jedi.” She accepted his hand and let him lead her over to the carriage and help her up, leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin to get in the carriage behind them.

Obi-Wan then turned to Anakin, still held in his arms, and asked, “Well, Anakin, shall we?”

Anakin nodded vigorously and Obi-Wan walked them over to their carriage, climbed in, and placed Anakin to sit happily on his lap so he could see over the sides of the carriage.

They only waited a few minutes before the horns went off again, and their carriage was being pulled out of the stables and into the bright sun of a beautiful Naboo day, a perfect day for celebrations. The crowds on both sides of the laneway leading up to the palace steps were in high spirits. Gungans and Naboolians together in peace for the first time in history, all cheering for the joining of their two peoples.

Throughout the entire parade Anakin sat happily on Obi-Wan's lap, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh when Anakin sat up straight and started waving to the people on both sides of the carriage. He couldn't help but laugh even harder when Anakin turned an incredulous look on him and said, “Wave, Obi-Wan,” and so he did. He waved along with Anakin the rest of the way to the palace steps.

Once their carriage stopped, Obi-Wan lifted Anakin out and stepped down, and placed him on the ground beside him so they could ascend the staircase behind Padmé and Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan wasn't two steps up before Anakin had reached up and stolen his hand again, and he just smiled down at the boy beside him and continued up the stairs.

Once they had arrived at the top, they took their place beside Qui-Gon and Padmé, and turned to watch the rest of the parade. The Gungan leader, Boss Nass, was just beginning his walk up the stairs, followed by Jar Jar and the rest of his Gungan Generals. When he made it to the top of the stairs with the rest of them, he smiled and gave a small bow to the Queen who bowed in return, and then the Globe of Peace was exchanged between them.

Boss Nass turned toward the people below and held the globe above his head which elicited a roar of cheers from the crowd. The horns sounded again, music began playing, and streamers and confetti were shot into the air, raining down like a rainbow over them all.

Anakin squeezed Obi-Wan's hand tighter in his, and Obi-Wan looked down to see the young boy smiling a genuine smile for the first time since they left Coruscant. He was glad the boy had finally seemed to have forgotten about the Council for the time being and was able to enjoy the ceremony.

“Come, new friends,” Padmé spoke, getting both Obi-Wan and Anakin’s attention, “let us feast and celebrate together in the great hall.”

She turned and led everyone gathered on the steps inside the grand double doors of the palace, and towards the great hall for further celebrations. Obi-Wan gently tugged at Anakin's hand as he turned too and said, “Come along, Anakin, let's follow the Queen.”

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The feast was magnificent. There was food from both the Naboolians and the Gungans on tables that Anakin thought were longer than their transport. He had never eaten so much food, or even seen this much food, in all his life. The dessert table was even more grand, and Anakin had dragged Obi-Wan by the hand to that table more than once that night.

One the feast was over, and Obi-Wan and Anakin had more than eaten their fair share of sweet treats, the music started up again and everyone in the hall started moving to the dance floor. Qui-Gon stood to Obi-Wan's left and held his hand out to Padmé beside him and asked, “Might I have the honour of asking your Highness for a dance?”

She stood and took his hand with a smile, “The honour would be all mine.”

Obi-Wan watched Qui-Gon and Padmé step down from the table and onto the dance floor to join in on the fun, and left Obi-Wan and Anakin to sit at the table alone.

“Well, Obi-Wan,” he turned to look down at Anakin who was looking back up at him and holding out his hand, “shall we dance too?”

Obi-Wan could only smile and nod as he took the boy's hand and allowed Anakin to lead him onto the dance floor. He lifted him into his arms and the two of them swirled around with the rest of the esteemed guests, occasionally passing a laughing Qui-Gon and Padmé. Obi-Wan was just glad that Anakin was having a good time despite the disappointment of the day before. The party was seeming to be a good distraction.

After a long while of dancing with an ever giggling Anakin, especially when Obi-Wan would lift him over his head, they both decided a break was needed and headed back up to their seats. They sat and ate more deserts, much to Anakin's delight, and watched Qui-Gon and Padmé who were still happily dancing.

“Obi-Wan?” The quiet and suddenly shy voice made him look away from the party below.

He looked down at Anakin beside him who was staring up at him with wide eyes. “Yes, Anakin?”

“Since the Council won't let you or Master Qui-Gon train me, what's going to happen to me now?”

Obi-Wan sighed and scratched a hand across his chin. He had figured Anakin would ask him this at some point, that the distraction of the party wouldn’t last forever. He was a smart kid and could surely sense there was something going on, but he honestly did not know what answer would suffice. “I don't know, Anakin,” he placed a hand on his shoulder and ran his thumb soothingly over it, “but I can assure you that Master Qui-Gon and I will make sure that you are well taken care of.”

“You're not going to make me go back to being a slave, are you?”

“No,” Obi-Wan moved closer to Anakin at the look of pure terror in his eyes at the thought, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, tucking him into his side, “no, Anakin, I promise that you will never have to go back to that life style. Master Qui-Gon promised your mother that we would take care of you, and that is what we are going to do.”

“I actually have a proposition for a solution to this situation.” Padmé and Qui-Gon had returned from dancing, and were now standing beside Obi-Wan. The two of them turned in their chairs to look at Padmé and Qui-Gon and waited for her to continue. “Allow me to keep Anakin here on Naboo.” Both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sent her confused looks. “Anakin and I have become close during our time together, and I would love to have him stay here with me. And if Anakin is not meant to be trained as a Jedi then I shall train him as a Naboolioan Noble, afterall, I will one day need an heir to take over Naboo when I am ready to step down.”

“So not only a Noble,” Qui-Gon nodded his head in thought, “but a Crown Prince.”

“I think young Anakin would make a great Prince,” she said as she walked over to put her hand on Anakin's head, “and one day an even better King.”

Qui-Gon considered her proposal for a minute before turning to Obi-Wan and asking, “And what do you think of this, my young Padawan?”

Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin again, who was still looking up at him. And although it would mean leaving Anakin behind and not knowing when again their paths could cross, Obi-Wan went against what his heart wanted in keeping Anakin close, and instead answered with what he knew was the right course of action for the young boy's future. “I think it a wise decision for Anakin to remain here with the Queen. If neither you nor I are going to be granted permission to train him, then I see no better option then Crown Prince of Naboo. I say we should allow Anakin to remain here with Padmé, if it is what he wants.”

Qui-Gon nodded, then turned to Anakin, “And Anakin, is it what you want? To remain with Queen Amidala and train with her?”

Anakin's eyes still remained fixed on Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan felt as if he was searching him for something, but he didn't know what. “What would I do if I stayed in Coruscant with you and Obi-Wan?”

Qui-Gon then knelt down to be face to face with Anakin on the other side of Obi-Wan, and Anakin finally peeled his eyes away to look at him. “I'm afraid there is nothing left for you in Coruscant with the Jedi, Anakin. And returning to Tatooine would only have you returning to the life of a slave, and I promised your mother I would do beter then that for you. But this is your choice, Anakin.”

He glanced back at Obi-Wan who gave him an encouraging smile, before he turned back to Qui-Gon and said, “If I stay, it means I will have to leave Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan's heart broke, but he schooled his emotions and forced himself to remain strong, not wanting Anakin to see his resolve breaking. He didn't want to be away from the young boy either, there had grown something between them in their time together, but he knew for the better of Anakin he would have to let it go no matter how much it hurt.

“Yes,” Qui-Gon answered him, “you will have to be away from Obi-Wan if you stay. But you would be in very good hands here with the Queen, your future would be very bright, much brighter than it would be if you returned to Coruscant.”

Anakin took in his words, then turned to Obi-Wan seeking out his advice on the matter. “Obi-Wan?”

He forced a supportive smile when he answered, “It's alright, Anakin.”

The young boy nodded at Obi-Wan, then turned back to Qui-Gon with a sigh. “I… I will stay with Padmé then, if you think it's the best choice.”

“It is settled then,” Qui-Gon stood with a pat to Anakin's knee, then looked to Obi-Wan who still had an arm wrapped around the boy, “and on that note we should get going. We have to be back in Coruscant by the morning, Master Yoda has a new assignment for us.”

At these words Anakin tucked tighter into Obi-Wan, “You have to leave now?! What if I never see you again?!”

Obi-Wan looked up to Qui-Gon and Padmé who both gave him a sympathetic look, and he asked, “Would you both allow us a moment alone?”

The two of them nodded and Padmé gestured for Qui-Gon to follow her out the side door of the great hall. “Of course. Master Qui-Gon and I will meet you both at the transport, it's ready and waiting for you now.”

Obi-Wan watched them leave, then stood and lifted Anakin out of his seat and onto the ground. “Come along, Anakin, let's find a quiet place to talk before I have to leave.”

Anakin reached up and took Obi-Wan's waiting hand, and they followed a few steps behind Qui-Gon and the Queen. Once the transport came into view and the music and loud cheers from the party inside had all but vanished, Obi-Wan stopped walking and turned to kneel down in front of the young boy, hand still clutched tightly in his own. “Hey now,” he reached up his free hand and ran his thumb along a chubby cheek to catch the stray tear that had fallen, “what's with all these tears?”

“I don't want you to leave,” he sobbed.

“Oh, Anakin, I must leave. I don't want to leave you either, but It is my duty as a Jedi, don't be sad.”

“Will I ever see you again?”

A painful question that struck Obi-Wan right in the heart, it hurt more than any lightsaber wound he had ever received. “What do you think? What do you feel?”

“I think we will,” Anakin said between gasps, “but…”

Obi-Wan smiled, trying to force away his own feelings of dread and sadness. “Don’t hold your thoughts in, Anakin, speak them freely. But, what?”

“But,” Anakin continued, taking a deep calming breath, “I fear it won't be soon enough.”

“Even if our next meeting is a long ways away, it would still be better than never seeing me again now, wouldn't it?”

Anakin just nodded, his eyes filled with tears again and he cast them down.

Obi-Wan tilted his chin up with his fingers and wiped another stream of tears from his cheek. “Come now, young one, no crying, keep your head up.” Anakin did as he said, straightened up his stance, and whipped his eyes with his free hand, then nodded with a sniffle. “There's a good lad. And I promise you, Anakin, we will see each other again. I can feel it in my heart and in the Force. This is not the end of you and I, our story will continue, it is the will of the Force.”

Anakin sniffled again before he asked, barely above a whisper, “You promise for real?”

Obi-Wan chuckled and repeated, “I promise for real. In fact, here,” he dug around in the pockets on his belt and pulled out a small bright green rock and handed it to Anakin.

The young boy stared at the almost glowing rock for a moment before he asked, “What is it?”

“That is the very last thing my mother gave me before I was taken as a child to train with the Jedi. I don't remember much about my home planet, as I was very young when I left, but I do remember her giving me this, and the tears she cried as she did.” Obi-Wan watched Anakin still fidgeting with the rock in his hands and smiled. “It's a jewel from her favourite necklace, she plucked it out just before I was taken on the transport so she could give it to me. Now, we both know that Jedi aren't supposed to have material possessions, but I was lucky enough that Master Qui-Gon allowed me to keep it, and I've always kept it close to me ever since. But no one in the Jedi Council can ever know I had this, so it must be our little secret, yes?”

Anakin nodded his understanding then looked back up to Obi-Wan, “Why are you giving this to me?”

“This is my promise to you that we will see each other again,” Obi-Wan said as he lifted his hand up to Anakin’s and closed his little fingers over the jewel, “this jewel is very valuable to me, so while I am gone you must take very good care of it, and when we meet again one day you can give it back to me. And this way, you can never forget me, no matter how long we are parted for.”

Finally understanding Obi-Wan, Anakin nodded vigorously, then dug around in his pockets as well and pulled out a small circle with a hole in the center. “Here, you can take this.” Obi-Wan took the small piece from Anakin and also began turning it over in his hand, “It's nothing special like yours, but it's important to me. It's the processing ring from the very first pod I ever built and raced. My mom bought it for me with some credits she saved up doing extra work for the slavers so I could enter the race. I crashed and didn't finish, but it was still awesome!” Obi-Wan chuckled at the little fist pump Anakin did. “And since Jedi can’t have possessions, you have to make sure the other Jedi never see it and take it away from you, cuz you have to give that back to me when we see each other again, just like your jewel.”

Despite his best efforts, Obi-Wan couldn't help the single tear that escaped his stronghold and slipped down his cheek. All of his training his entire life had been about denying himself these kinds of emotions and feelings, but there was just something about this boy that broke through all of his defenses and shattered his guard, and he didn't even care. He clutched the small processing ring tightly in his hand and held it against his chest, “I would rather quit the Order than let them take something so precious from me.”

Anakin reached his hand out to Obi-Wan's face, the jewel still clutched tightly in his hand, but he held out one finger and caught the stray tear. “What's with all these tears?” He asked, repeating Obi-Wan's words from earlier, and Obi-Wan laughed and looked down, so again Anakin repeated him as he lifted his chin and said, “No crying, keep your head up.”

Obi-Wan laughed and nodded as he said, “You are right, young one, no crying, for this will not be our last meeting. It is the will of the Force, remember.”

Anakin smiled at him for a second before he turned sad again and said, “I'm going to miss you, Obi-Wan.”

“I'm going to miss you too, young one,” he replied and caught Anakin as he nearly tackled him in a hug, “but remember this isn't good-bye, it is merely ‘until we meet again’.”

“Until we meet again,” Anakin repeated and nodded against Obi-Wan's shoulder, then added, “Just… just don't make it too long, alright.”

“Alright,” he pulled back from the hug and to his surprise had to actually wipe more tears from his cheeks and eyes, he couldn’t remember the last time he had cried or felt emotion this strong. He reached out and grabbed Anakin's shoulder and pulled him in for one last quick hug before they would be separated, saying, “Come here,” and held the boy tight against his chest for a few minutes more, before he heard Padmé calling after him from where she stood with Qui-Gon near the transport.

“Come on, Ani, we must let the Jedi go, they have work to do and we must get you settled.”

The two held each other for a moment longer before parting again, and without any more words between them, Obi-Wan took Anakin's hand and walked them over to the transport to join them. Anakin looked up to Obi-Wan one last time before letting go and walking over to stand beside Padmé.

Obi-Wan walked over and joined Qui-Gon, both giving a slight bow to the Queen before turning and walking up the ramp to the transport. Before he walked all the way up, he turned back for one last quick glance, and waved to Anakin who waved back, then quickly boarded the transport before he could change his mind.

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Obi-Wan stood on the deck of the transport and watched as Naboo, and Anakin, slowly faded from his view. He stood there for what felt like forever before he sensed his master standing behind him.

“You care deeply for the boy,” he said, finally getting Obi-Wan to turn away from the window. He could see the redness in his young Padawan’s eyes, the tear tracks still trailing down his cheeks.

“Yes, Master, I do.”

“He cares greatly for you too,” Qui-Gon said and walked closer to Obi-Wan, “I can feel it.”

Obi-Wan nodded, he could feel it too, almost intensified with every minute they spent together. “I will miss Anakin.”

“As will I. I too care for him very much,” he placed a comforting hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, “but this is the best path for the boy.”

“Yes, I know, Master, I just…” Qui-Gon waited patiently for Obi-Wan to gather his thoughts and finish. “I feel as if there is something special about him. Something between us has grown in our time together, and now that we are apart I can feel it being stretched, almost… almost to the point of breaking. And it has brought forth in me emotions that I have never felt before, emotions I have never before had trouble controlling. It all makes me feel as if I shouldnt have left the boy.”

Qui-Gon tilted his head, “A bond perhaps?”

“I'm not sure, Master. But could a bond even form in such a short period of time? I was under the impression they took years to build, and aren't they usually formed between Master and Padawan?”

“Though it is more common for bonds to form between Master and Padawan, it is not unheard of for bonds to be formed between other Force sensitive beings,” he answered, “It could very well be the beginning of a bond between you and young Anakin. The Force is strong with him, and he is very much attached to you, he could have started a bond and not even known it. And with your attachment to the boy in return, your mind could have completed the bond without you knowing it.”

“But, Master,” Obi-Wan started, still a bit confused as to how this could have happened, and so fast, “Force bonds are strong connections. Jedi who have formed them have been able to feel each other through the bond, sometimes even as much as communicating across it without words, or feeling each other without touch. I can do none of that with Anakin.”

“We were not with Anakin for very long, your bond may not have had the chance to properly form. Had you been given more time together, you would have been able to discover the truth about it. Whether it be a bond or perhaps just the strength of Anakin's abilities in the Force.” He gave Obi-Wan’s shoulder a squeeze, before taking his hand back and crossing his arms over his chest. “Perhaps in the future years, when the two of you meet again, you will be given the chance to test the limits of this potential bond.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan nodded, sighing as he looked to the ground and remembered the promise he had made to Anakin, “perhaps one day.”

Qui-Gon could sense his sorrow, but he knew in his heart and the Force as well as Obi-Wan did, that this was not the last they would see of the young Skywalker boy. “You will see him again, Obi-Wan, and who knows what the future might hold for the two of you then.”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan agreed, feeling hope suddenly bubble up in his chest at the thought, “and until then I shall look forward to that day when I can see Anakin again.”

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A/N: So hi! This is my first ever Obikin fic, so be kind <3 Also this is a what if sort of fic, and in order to make this fic I have changed a few things from cannon, the two major ones being that Padmé is the permanent Queen of Naboo, there are no terms. And Qui-Gon is still alive because who doesn't love him, he had to be included! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do! The fic is pretty much completed already, and I'm thinking I will set up all the posts for every Tuesday. And please let me know what you think, I love reading your wonderful comments, And if you would like to be tagged in future posts just shoot me a message <3 Enjoy!

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They travelled back to Anakin's home at a slowed pace. Winter was almost on them, and the days were quickly growing short, which made them ride hard during the day—but even those of them who knew the terrain best were vary of travelling in the dark.

Padmé was grateful for that: she'd grown used to being on horseback for about twelve hours a day, but that didn't mean it didn't leave her sore and exhausted. Moving slower also gave her a chance to actually survey their surroundings. She'd been in no state to when she'd first arrived, too confused by the degree of change from when she knew this place, and their journey from the Temple had been a rushed one. This was the first time she had a moment—and the permission, having apparently won everybody's trust by marrying Anakin—to look around.

Anakin seemed excited to show her, when she asked. He pointed out old streams and fords he'd splashed in, places he'd ridden out to with his mother as a child, where the boundary stones had been shifted, where he had good memories, and where he had bad ones.

She was willing to admit that he was not, perhaps, the best guide in geographical matters—but Padmé found she wanted these stories just as much.

There were other reasons to be grateful for the long nights, too. She and Anakin couldn't get up to—much in the tents, but she loved those hours of the day best. She'd press her mouth to his to muffle the moans he couldn't control, and test him for as long as she could handle it before she slipped onto him. Whatever Anakin suffered for experience, he more than made up in enthusiasm... and where even that wasn't enough, he was exceedingly willing to learn.

And Padmé was happy to teach. There was something delightful about the way he took to instruction, eyes burning with this—unwavering determination to do whatever she wanted.

"Have you always been such a quick learner?" she asked him one night, a little out of breath. Anakin grinned, shuffling them closer together where they lay in a single bedroll, with thick furs pulled to their chests and nothing but their shirts on.

He laughed. "Not at all. I'm pretty sure Obi-Wan despaired of ever teaching me anything I didn't want to learn."

Obi-Wan was Lord Jinn's ward, and one of Anakin's closest friends, she'd learned—and a frequent topic of conversation with him in a way that had her suspecting a very different relationship between them, in the early days. Now... she only wondered a little.

There was no doubting the way Anakin looked at her. Sometimes that concerned her—at that moment, it only warmed her in a way the furs around her couldn't.

"Should I consider myself special, Lord Skywalker?" she teased.

Anakin's smile was brilliant. "Always," he'd said, and leaned back in to kiss her.

It was enough to go to a girl's head—or other, more dangerous places.

The night after Knight Billaba announced they were perhaps a day's ride from there, Padmé dreamt of her old home.

She lay on her bed, head on down pillows and silk sheets. Behind her was the warmest man in the world, and wherever he touched her, she felt heated from within. He whispered something in her ears, wisps of smoke that held as much meaning as the lost language of the Jedi, and yet she knew what each one meant, and knew each word was for her.

Padmé woke to a crisp, freezing world, and fingers pressed to the skin of her lower back, stroking lightly there. Light puffs of warm met the knob of her spine and had her smiling. Eyes shut, she turned, warm with her husband beside her, around her—and came face to face with Anakin.

And it didn't frighten her, just for a few minutes—what forgetting felt like. That it was, that it could be, acceptable, to feel so safe when it was Anakin around her, to allow herself to be loved when her husband (her other husband), the one everybody believed was dead, was...

Was not-yet-alive any better than dead?

The part of her that had held onto the life she had once led clutched at her arms and shook her—and for once, that Padmé was quieter than the weight of her contentment. Padmé did not rise. She did not quietly shift his arm away from her, pull away in silence before he woke to compose herself and remember her grief.

Just this morning, she let herself remain—and when Anakin's eyes opened, she met him with a smile.

Anakin shot glances at her through the day when he thought she wasn't looking. This wasn't new, and it also wasn't new for her to notice. He didn't know the meaning of subtlety; usually, Padmé let him, unbothered by it beyond her long-term concern of Anakin's affection for her.

The night before their wedding, she had told him: "I love my husband, Anakin. I don't know that I can ever..."

He had nodded, too quickly. "I understand," he said, though she didn't know how he could. How anybody could, maybe, but Anakin more than most.

Today, the thought of Anakin's feelings—she didn't know that she could call it love, when he had never done so himself—didn't seem quite so daunting. Didn't seem, also, like she was letting him jump off a cliff and into heartbreak.

Today, she turned back and caught his eye, and felt something in her she'd long thought dead stretch, pleased, whenever he flushed.

Lord Jinn's Keep, where Anakin had grown up, was a small keep more homestead with walls than fortress, the sort of place she might have imagined existing in a story. It was not the imposing edifice of the Temple, and did not loom over the land with its weight, but seemed to creep from the ground, rising just behind a small mound, revealing walls and cookfire smoke and fields in the distance in a jumbled, organic shape. The outer gates churned open just in time for the heavy bells to ring them in, and for a moment, Padmé felt she had stepped away from the cold and dreary world of the past and into a fairytale from her childhood instead.

The sense of rightness shook her. She turned in her seat, looking for Anakin—and found him looking at her, eyes bright.

"It's beautiful," she mouthed, and Anakin beamed.

The fact that they were in his home became obvious fast, as every passing freeman and trader and homesteader stopped to talk to Anakin. All of them wanted to know who she was.

Anakin's smile when he introduced her as his wife was the same the hundredth time as it was the first. Today, she liked that.

They made it to the keep a little before sunset, Anakin down from his horse and there to help Padmé dismount in a moment. She gave him a look, but he only shrugged, unrepentant, and offered her his arm.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I haven't seen it all yet, but... it's beautiful, Anakin."

He smiled, a little boyish. "I'm glad you think so. It's not much against the Temple, I know—and it can't compare to your Naboo palaces—"

She shook her head. "It's home, isn't it?"

He nodded, curled his fingers around hers, and left them there when Knight Billaba and Caleb joined them. Padmé looked around the courtyard, and thought that she hadn't had a home in so long she'd forgotten how it felt to get there.

The inner gates opened.

Padmé turned from smiling at Anakin, ready to greet the one who'd welcome her into her new home—

And felt her heart drop into her stomach.

The last thing Padmé had seen before being pulled away from her world and thrust into this unfamiliar one had been her husband, arms stretched for her even as his mouth hadn't quite forgotten his smile from moments before. Padmé had memorised him in that moment, as one might a memory one can never return to, his starched shirt flecked with mud, just a hint of stubble where he hadn't shaved that morning, eyes wide with terror.

She had made it here with "Ben" still on her lips, a hopeless, heedless cry for a man who would not exist for several hundred years yet.

Now he stood before her, broad grin on his face, a thick beard and heavy robes, and his eyes were on...

Anakin.

She looked at him and wondered if all of this hadn't been one sick nightmare after all. A long and terrible dream, designed to know how long it would take to break her, she who had felt so sure of herself.

"Obi-Wan!" Anakin announced, beaming as though the world hadn't been pulled from under her feet. "Padmé, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, Lord Jinn's ward. Obi-Wan—this is Padmé, my wife."

Mrs. Ben Kenobi swayed unsteadily on her feet, pressed her hand against the wall, and collapsed.

#sw #sw au #sw fanfiction #star wars #anidala #ft minor obidala (this fic in my mind is an obianidala fic but like. not yet obviously)#outlander aus are so sexy tbh #credit to @eldritchbussy on twt for the idea tbh though this js not exactly that. but its not Not that ykwim #mine.#minefic

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Another thing I don’t like about Jedi: Survivor was how that conversation between Cal and Bode regarding Cal’s feelings for Merrin echoed the anti-Jedi crowd’s misconceptions regarding attachment.

Yeah there were a few moments in Survivor that landed a little Jedi critical specifically because of Cal and Merrin's relationship becoming more explicit in the narrative. It's not necessarily worse than Fallen Order's sequence with Malicos, but it's not better, either.

Both of the games seem to fall into the same category as Rebels did where it's like 95% positive about the Jedi and Cal's relationships to other Jedi and his identity as a Jedi is MONUMENTALLY important to the character and the story and Order 66 is clearly still supposed to be a TRAGEDY, but it leans SLIGHTLY into the idea that they might've brought it on themselves and that there are things the surviving Jedi can do now that they wouldn't have been able to before. It leans into the concept that the surviving Jedi can be BETTER than the ones who came before them specifically by not following some of the teachings and practices of before.

HOWEVER, that being said, it also often has a lot of these comments coming from unreliable sources (like Malicos and Bode) where you can write it off a little by deciding that these people are just bitter assholes who've given in to darkness anyway, of COURSE they don't like the Jedi and will say whatever they want to make themselves look better. Anakin claimed the Jedi were evil and trying to take over so that his genocide of them could seem justified, but it didn't make it TRUE.

There's a moment I think where Cal himself says something to Merrin along the lines of being able to explore things now that he wouldn't have been able to explore before, but it is SURROUNDED by a narrative that has a lot of wonderful messages about attachment and has Cal acting like a real Jedi would. Bode's entire storyline is about how he let the loss of his wife consume him and he loses all hope and sides with the Empire against his own people because he believed it was the only way to protect his daughter and that mattered more to him than anything else. He's willing to let people like Cere and Cordova and everyone else on the Hidden Path (specifically in the Jedha Base) be killed because he wanted Tanalorr to be a place where ONLY he and his daughter could hide from the Empire and he believed that opening it up to other refugees would make it less safe. Bode's own daughter realizes how far Bode has fallen and showcases the exact opposite of attachment when she lets Cal and Merrin come in and then doesn't hold it against Cal when Bode is killed.

And Cal nearly lets his own grief consume him into darkness, but he ultimately is able to fight back against it and refuses to kill Bode out of anger in part because of the love he has and has been shown by Merrin and Greez. Cal's entire arc in this game is about learning to let go of people, both to death and just to different paths in life. They start the whole storyline with Cal sort-of feeling slightly resentful that the rest of the Mantis crew went off to do their own things and he's had to continue their missions alone or with a new crew and he has more than once conversation with them about why they felt they had to walk away and Cal has to figure out how to accept that.

So, yes, there's some moments in this game where his romance with Merrin leads to some dialogue that seems to indicate the Jedi wouldn't have approved of romantic relationships of any kind, which is a little annoying and I wish it weren't in there, but it's SUCH a small moment in a game that has so many really genuinely good things to say about attachment and what it does to you and why it's important to let people go, so I'm more than willing to pretend these small pieces of dialogue just... aren't there.

#star wars #jedi survivor #cal kestis #nightsister merrin

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vanishedangels · 2 years

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Stand by me

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 4 • Chapter 5 • Chapter 6

Summary: Din Djarin, a young introvert Mandalorian, meets the golden boy Luke Skywalker on Naboo the last year of high school. He’s about to learn that love’s not easy when you are not willing to embrace your feelings.

Or 5 times Din comforts Luke after a break up, and 1 time Din shows him that he’s a keeper.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker.

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Paz Vizsla, The Armorer, Anakin Skywalker, Padmè Amidala, Grogu, Cara Dune, Greef Karga, Biggs Darklighter, Boba Fett, Obi Wan Kenobi, Fennec Shand, Wedge Antilles, Han Solo, Omera, Winta, Mara Jade, Cobb Vanth, Mace Windu, Master Yoda, Moff Gideon, Sheev Palpatine.

Rating: Mature (+18)

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Smut.

Tags: Canon Divergence AU, 5+1 Things, Meet-Cute, Miscommunication, Friends To Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Angst, Fluff, Bisexual Luke Skywalker, Demisexual Din Djarin, Protective Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Coming Of Age, Possessive Behaviour (not from the main characters), Toxic Relationship (not between the pairing), Sassy Anakin Skywalker, Confused Din Djarin, Human Disaster Paz Vizsla, Adorable Baby Yoda.

Chapters: 6/6.

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They rolled over on the mattress, Luke giggled lifting his leg, pressing it against Din's waist. Din held his thigh, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and chest "We could do this right now, cyar'ika." He said in a low voice.

"I know." Luke said quietly, his beautiful hands stroking Din's hair. "I've learned every word by heart, hoping..." He trailed off, he breathed in "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

Chapter 6: Naboo

I could stay lost in this moment forever - Aerosmith

The air was getting thin inside the high council tower, Anakin crossed his legs staring at Obi-Wan sideways, a smirk appearing on his face.

"You have lost your mind, Master Skywalker." Mace Windu said, resting his elbow on the armrest.

Obi-Wan tried to intervene "Luke had no choice, Master Windu." He looked at Anakin in a reassuring way. Nodding.

Anakin took a deep breath "Master Windu, my son came to me and told me about his decision." He nodded half smiling "And I trust my son's judgement. Always."

Windu stared at him, then turned to face Master Yoda.

"The child with the mandalorian is, change that we can not. Help Luke we must." The Great Master spoke.

Windu sighed displeased.

"Thank you, Master." Anakin bowed at him in respect. "I might add that the child is safe."

"But we don't know where." Master Windu remarked.

Anakin frowned, staring at him with piercing eyes, then his expression softened, he chuckled "You know, Master Windu, I have this recurring dream in which I am standing before you and witness the way something pushes you out the window and you just disappear into the dark Coruscant's night." He laughed mockingly.

Windu sighed "Not the window dream again, Anakin." Anakin kept laughing. "I'm serious, a Padawan is in danger and your son made a stupid decision." He huffed "Sending little Grogu with a mandalorian..."

Anakin went serious, he cleared his throat "That mandalorian is a skilled warrior and a good man. The kid loves him."

"I don't care if your son is in love with that mandalorian." Windu retorted.

Anakin flinched uncrossing his legs, leaning forward on his seat, Obi-Wan shook his head. "I was talking about Grogu. Not about my son." He pressed his lips together "Don't you ever talk about my son's private life like that again."

Two weeks later, Anakin was sitting on the settee in his living room, his elbow resting on the armrest, his fist covering his plump lips, deeply absorbed in thought.

"Father?" He moved his head to see his son approaching him, the blonde Jedi walking slowly.

Anakin smiled fondly, patting the seat next to him "Sit down, young Skywalker."

Luke complied and his father couldn't stop staring into his eyes. Luke frowned "What is it dad? Are you alright?"

Anakin nodded blinking, shifting his gaze "Yes." Luke rested his hand on his thigh, Anakin looked down, putting his hand on his son's "I called you to tell you we had a meeting today, the council made a decision."

Luke sighed, closing his eyes.

"But first, tell me the real reason you asked Don to take the youngling with him."

Luke pulled a face tilting his head "It's Din, dad, Din." His father chuckled. "Well, I told you, I don't trust the order, someone inside..."

Anakin cut him off "No. No. I don't want the official version, I want to know why him? Why did you choose the mandalorian?"

"I trust him, besides, he's like a father to Grogu." Luke smiled "He might as well adopt the little one."

"Oh." His father arched his eyebrows "And that's it? That's all?" He insisted.

Luke narrowed his eyes, staring at his father "That's all."

Anakin hummed, rubbing his thighs with both hands, he leaned back and not breaking eye contact with Luke he sighed "Why are you so afraid, son?"

"What?" The blonde man frowned.

"What are you waiting for? I know that you think you can fool your poor old man, but, bottom line, you can't."

Luke looked away.

"Look at me, Luke. Come on, tell me. What are you doing here, on Coruscant, talking to your father instead of protecting the man you love?"

Luke sighed rolling his eyes "It's not that simple, dad."

"You love him, he loves you... It seems very simple to me." The old man deadpanned.

Luke smiled wrinkling his nose, shaking his head incredulous "I think he does." He chuckled.

"Oh, boy." Anakin said clapping his hands, Luke winced. "You think? Kriff, Luke! That man have been loving you since you were kids."

"That's not true. He didn't love me back then." His eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he stared down.

"Bantha shit! You only needed to be more obvious, son. If I were you I would have totally gave him a good blowj"

"Dad!" Luke yelled, cutting him off. "Alright, I tried, okay?" Anakin frowned. "I threw myself to him, practically naked I should add, and he rejected me."

Anakin was pursing his lips "Maybe it's not about the sex, I was joking, son. But I can totally see that he is your Padmé." He nodded.

Luke stared at him, frozen, his breath going faster "And that!" He stood up "That shit right there! Stop telling me that! I won't find my Padmé, because I already have one, and guess what, dad, she's my mom!"

Anakin squirmed in the large couch, avoiding his son's face.

"And I'm not you. I'm not you! I'm living my own life, and I was trying to please you, all this time. And I was miserable, trying to meet your standards!"

"Gods, son, breathe!"

Luke was panting, his eyes cloudy, the tip of his ears red, his hands curled into fists.

"I love Din, he rejected me and I've been looking for love in someone else's arms, I didn't find it, because I'm a mess, and all I want is to be with him, to wake up next to him and tell him that I will love him until the day I die." He blinked back tears, swallowing through the lump in his throat. "I'm not you, I didn't find love at a young age, I don't need my Padmé, I need my Din." A tear running down his cheek.

Anakin stood up slowly, cupping his wet cheek in his hand "Then fight for him." He nodded, meeting his son's blue eyes. "Let's finish this. We're leaving in two hours."

Luke was now paying attention to his father again.

"I can hear him calling me through the force, Luke." He whispered like he was sharing a secret. Luke frowned.

"It's him, he's still alive, the man that tortured me for years, trying to make me turn to the dark side." He pressed his forehead against Luke's "I want him dead, he's the one behind all of this."

Luke gasped "Palpatine? The former supreme chancellor?" He asked sheepishly.

His father nodded "Be ready, the entire council is going. Even Master Yoda."

Luke smiled, they've finally moved forward.

When Din heard that his friend Cara was on a mission on Sorgan, he knew that it could be the best place in the galaxy to keep Grogu safe.

The child was toddling across the grass, Din was resting his back against the hut's frame door, Cara was sipping spotchka sitting on the floor next to him.

He had never seen the child so happy before, the kid was playing surrounded by other children, he was in his element.

Din's heart swelled with pride, staring at the little green bean. Omera walked out the hut, nodding "He looks so happy." She smiled.

Din looked at her, thinking about the way the woman made him feel the night before.

She was taking care of Grogu, feeding him, caressing his little forehead, she looked up at Din with sincere eyes as she smiled tenderly. Din's heart skipped a beat.

That was new, he has never felt something like that for anyone but Luke, he was confused, he couldn't wrap his head around it. He knew he was in love with Luke, but he was taken aback by Omera's softness and kindness.

She was a widow, she lived with her daughter, Winta, in a cozy hut. She took Din and Grogu in, making them feel at home.

That night, Winta fell asleep holding Grogu's hand, Din watched them, smiling behind his helmet.

"They look like siblings." Omera said sitting next to him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

She covered Din's hand on the table with her own, searching for his eyes behind the black visor.

Din looked down.

Cara and him helped the villagers fight against some raiders a few weeks before, he was living a different life now, he wasn't hunting some outlaw across the galaxy. He was having a taste of heaven.

He thought about Luke. His Luke. His millaflower. His angel.

No, heaven wasn't complete, not when an angel was missing. And he missed Luke, he missed him so much that it hurt.

"You two can stay here all the time you need." The woman said with a soft voice.

Din looked back at Grogu.

"What is it, Din?" She asked squeezing his hand.

"We're hiding, we won't stay here for too long." He cleared his throat "I'm just waiting for him to contact me."

"Him?" Omera asked curious.

Din looked at her nodding "My love. The man I love."

"Oh." She withdrew her hand from Din's, gingerly.

Din's heart clenched when he said that out loud, remembering that Luke knew it by now. That he finally said those words to him. But the Jedi didn't say a word. He just stood there, staring at him. He didn't say he loves me back.

Omera smiled "Well, you're welcome to stay till then."

Din nodded, he was about to thank her when they heard a blaster shot, breaking the peaceful silent night. Din grabbed Omera by her arm and he headed towards the children's bed kneeling, shielding the three of them.

He heard steps approaching the hut, he drew his blaster to point at the entrance, waiting. He was about to shoot when he saw his friend Cara, she locked eyes with him.

"I found a bounty hunter outside the village. Don't worry, he's kriffing dead." She sighed "But Din, I'm pretty sure he was after the kid."

Din sheeted his blaster raising off his knees, he looked at Omera, she was holding the two kids tight, soothing them.

Heaven was gone.

Din was feeling distressed, he looked down at the baby's eyes, afraid of failing him. Grogu held his finger in his clawed hand. "Let's see where I can take you, ad'ika." He said getting inside the Razor Crest. Leaving the village behind. Leaving Cara, Omera and Winta behind.

He turned around to press the button to close the ramp when a punch landed on his left ribs, letting him breathless.

His body hunched forward, he groaned in pain, seeing the baby on the floor, hearing his whines. He tried to reach the kid, but the aggressor kicked his ribs, choosing that part of his body again in order to inflict him more pain.

"Gods!" He yelled, he was now on his knees pressing his hand on his bruised ribs, the man kicked his helmet this time, Din's back hit the floor. He crossed his arms, shielding himself, the man ignited a saber that Din recognized as the darksaber.

He kept blocking the man's attacks, the darksaber trying to reach the parts the beskar wasn't covering.

It felt like hours. Din was exhausted, gasping for air, in pain.

Finally, Din pointed at the man with his flamethrower, and fired it, the man covered himself, taking a few steps back.

When the man opened his eyes and lowered his arm, Din was behind him, pointing at his neck with his vibroknife "Move and you're dead."

The man moved swiftly, and Din grabbed his legs, the man fell on his knees as Din was holding his head with both hands now, "I won't hesitate this time, I will twist your neck."

The man nodded, closing his eyes, understanding he was defeated. Din passed his arm around his neck, tightening the grip, he pressed and pressed, until the man fainted.

He looked around for Grogu, his heart running fast. "Grogu! Kid! Where are you?" The kid wasn't where he saw him last time. "No. No. No."

He was losing his mind when he heard a soft chirp coming from behind some baskets. "Grogu." He said walking towards the baskets as fast as he could. The baby appeared from behind, smiling at him.

Din sighed in relief taking the kid in his arms "Dank farrik, ad'ika! Let me see if you're hurt."

The baby cooed happily tapping his helmet with his little hands. "I assume you're not hurt then, huh?" He chuckled.

Once he secured the ship, as well as the baby in the improvised hammock he fixed for him in his bunk, he took the man to the ship's cargo and yanked him unconscious into a carbon freezing chamber.

He frowned staring at the darksaber lying on the floor, extinguished. He took it in his hand, he sighed, so this is Bo-Katan's sable, he thought.

He swallowed hard, knowing that he defeated the man that was wielding the darksaber, and according to creed winning that saber in combat made you the Mand'alor, Mandalore's true leader.

Din drew in a sharp inhale "No." He shook his head heading towards the cockpit. "Kriff! I don't need this right now."

Once in the cockpit he hit the coordinates, the aggressor wielding the darksaber changed the scenery, he wouldn't hide the child anymore, he was returning to Coruscant.

Leia walked towards Din, her big brown eyes shining, she pressed her lips together, a nod, a brief smile, as she reached out to take Grogu in her arms.

"Welcome little one." She said caressing the kid's chin with her index finger. She looked up at Din "Welcome my friend."

Din caressed her arm, fondly. He didn't realize how much he missed her until he saw her again.

She stared at his visor, her expression going serious "I'm so glad you're here, please, follow me."

"What happened, Lei?" He asked, afraid.

She pursed her lips.

After leaving Grogu with Obi-Wan in one of the classroom's temple, Leia took him to the infirmary.

Din was crying in silence behind his beskar, she stroked his forearm, attempting to soothe him.

Din walked inside the room, Luke was lying on the gurney, his eyes closed, there were medical droids around him, monitoring vital signs.

Din fell to his knees by the bed's side, staring at Luke's face "Luke." He said under his breath, his voice breaking. He caressed his arm, noticing that his right hand was missing.

Leia held him by his pauldrons gently "Please, Din, come outside."

Din kept watching the droids working on his cyar'ika through the big window, he stood guard carefully for two hours.

"Mandalorian."

He flinched uncrossing his arms, he looked at the man standing beside him.

Anakin was staring at Luke, he looked calmed, serene "He's going to be fine. He's recovering so well."

Din frowned under his helmet "He's unconscious, sir."

Anakin hummed "But he's tough."

"I know."

Silence.

"The man you brought..." Anakin looked at him sideways "Did you know he was Gideon?"

"What? No, that's impossible, I thought..." He made a pause.

"Luke did good, you protected the child with your life. Gideon was there to kidnap Grogu." Anakin narrowed his eyes.

Din felt his blood going iced.

"That motherfucker didn't see it coming though." Anakin added clenching his jaw.

"What thing?" Din asked expectant.

"That at the same time he was on your ship we were killing his Lord." He sighed. "This is on me... Luke, Grogu, even you." He stared at Luke again. "Palpatine was trying to get to me again, he wanted to clone Grogu, though I don't know why, and he wanted my son dead. He knew that losing Luke would finally lead me to the dark side."

"I don't understand, sir." Din's head was spinning.

"It's a long story." He sighed "I'm so proud of my son, he faced Palpatine when I was lying on the floor, the man cut his hand off." Din squeezed his eyes shut. "And it didn't stop Luke, he kept fighting him, shielding me as I felt tears running down my face."

"Luke..." Din whispered, his throat tightening.

"The only thing that stopped him was when Palpatine used force lightning against him, he finally dropped to his knees as Leia reached out to hold him. His eyes closed and Master Yoda beheaded Palpatine while he was still hurting my Luke."

Anakin swallowed hard, blinking back tears. "He saved me, Din, he saved me in every way a human can be saved. And I love him, I love him."

Din's shoulders slumped, his hands trembling.

"This is over, don't worry, we already discovered who was helping Gideon from inside the order, she's under arrest, and I can assure you, they won't see the light of the day again." Anakin looked down, staring at the saber hanging from Din's utility belt.

"We contacted your mother, she's coming to Coruscant, so you can give the darksaber to her, just like you instructed Leia. Are you still thinking it's a good idea to hide the fact that you're now the new Mand'alor?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, Sir, it belongs to Bo-Katan, I want to keep it that way." Din answered in a low voice.

Anakin nodded "Now, go mandalorian, sit next to my boy, hold his hand, I know he will appreciate waking up next to you." He nodded.

Din was holding Luke's left hand, his head hanging down, he was falling asleep when he felt Luke's fingers moving weakly around his own.

He leaned forward staring at Luke's face, happiness taking him over "Cyare? Luke?" He asked chuckling when he finally saw those beautiful blue eyes.

Din took Luke's hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly, Luke hummed closing his eyes, stirring under the sheets.

"How do you feel, cyar'ika?" Din asked kissing the palm of his hand now.

"Never been better." The blonde laughed graciously.

Din looked into his eyes dumbfounded, Luke propped himself up on his elbows, to press his forehead against Din's "Are you really here?" Luke asked shivering, stroking the back of Din's head.

"Yes, love, I'm really here." Din pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Luke sighed "Grogu?"

Din smiled staring into his eyes "He's here too. Safe."

Luke nodded, sighing again, this time in relief.

They both winced when Leia and Padmé entered the room running, Din pulled away from Luke, making room for his sister and mother. He smiled walking away, putting his helmet on.

Din was holding his buir so tight that he almost felt like the foundling she once saved from a certain death again. Scared and hopeless.

"I am so pleased to see you again, my son." She said caressing his face.

"And so am I, buir." He said leaning into her touch.

The moment he handed her off the darksaber he felt lighter, in peace. "We'll stick to the official version, the Jedi found it in a temple." He said staring at the saber in his mother's hands.

"Nobody won it in combat." She added. Din nodded. "We'll see you then, my son."

"I'm going with you, buir." Din said holding her arm.

"Oh no, you stay here for a while, I know Luke is recovering, and I can read you like one of those ancient mandalorian books."

Din flinched "Buir?" He asked not understanding what his mother was implying.

She cupped his face in her hands "You deserve to be happy my beloved son, take your time, Paz and I can manage this, you know that."

Din stared into his buir's visor, blinking, utterly touched by her words.

"Those pretty eyes, those are the eyes of a man who knows that I'm right." She said fondly.

Din couldn't hide it anymore.

Late at night, Din was leaving Grogu's room, walking down the corridor, when Luke approached him. "I was looking for you." The blonde said, taking Din's hands in his own.

Din looked down astonished "Luke, your hand..." He said under his breath.

Luke chuckled "It's a prosthetic hand, as good as the old one, right?" Din caressed the back of his right hand, reverently. "Din, love, listen, I'm leaving tonight."

Din tilted his helmeted head "What?"

Luke nodded "Uh-huh, I'm going to Naboo, to take a few days off. Would you come with me?" He asked, staring at Din's visor, his eyes glistening.

"Yes." He answered in a split second.

"Alright, all settled, leave the Razor Crest here, Han and Leia are dropping us on Coruscant. We're staying there for at least a week." He smiled, caressing Din's helmet.

"But..." He trailed off, noticing Luke's soft expression, he would prefer to take Luke to Naboo on his own ship, he pressed his lips together "Sure, mesh'la." He said instead.

Luke smiled, putting a hand on the back of Din's helmet bringing their foreheads together "You deserve some rest, babe."

Din smiled. He was right.

The flight was a nightmare, even when he loved the Tatooine Suns, Solo's cockiness was unbearable. Din was eager to spend some time alone with his cyare, Solo kept preventing that. It was obvious the man hated Din with a burning passion.

Naboo looked as beautiful as Din remembered. He leaned his hands on the balcony, the landscape before his eyes sending shivers down his spine.

"You're a vision, Din." He heard Luke saying, he turned around only to find his angel encircling his waist. He sighed resting his head on Din's shoulder.

"Cyare." Din stroked his back, madly in love. Finally. They were finally alone.

Luke hummed nuzzling his neck, whispering against his skin, the sweet hot puffs tying knots in Din's abdomen.

"What are you whispering, cyar'ika?" Din asked tightening his arms around him.

Luke caressed the nape of Din's head, playing with his brown locks, he pressed a soft kiss on his neck. Din groaned, the tip of his fingers digging into Luke's back.

"I love you." The blonde said pulling back enough to stare into Din's eyes. "I love you, Din." He said again, his eyes traveling down, fixed on Din's lips now. He run his thumb over Din's lower lip.

Din's heart was pounding against his ribs, he wanted to hear those words over and over again, he wanted to stay in that moment forever. He parted his lips, smiling, then he kissed Luke's thumb, he closed his eyes, opening them again to look into Luke's "I'm yours Luke, I'm yours, even when we were apart you were always there."

Luke drew in a sharp inhale while Din planted a kiss on the palm of his hand.

"I've always been in love with you." Din said, his voice breaking "I would give everything to make you happy, would you let me, cyare? Would you let me make you happy?"

Luke's face was open to him, his eyes so big and he couldn't stop smiling, he looked like a child, and Din hated himself for making him wait for so long.

Luke pushed Din with one hand, and Din frowned feeling confused "Cyar'ika?" He asked sheepishly. All of sudden Luke cornered him, pinning him against the strong balcony column.

Din gasped staring down at his face while Luke was grabbing him by his cape around his neck, pulling Din in in a desperate kiss. Din put his arms around his Jedi, thinking he could float any minute now, Luke's lips on his own felt like the first ray of sun after a long cold night.

Luke was making little noises that made Din forget everything around them, Din started running his hands all over his Jedi.

Luke's hands threaded in his hair, the kiss so deep that Din couldn't take it anymore, he broke the kiss pulling back a little, Luke's eyes looked like a slim blue ring around his blown black pupils. His angel looked totally wrecked, with his ruffled hair, his robes loosened, his lips red and glistening and his cheeks like two strawberries.

"Kriff I'm so in love with you, Luke." Din said cupping his face in his hands and Luke closed his eyes taking a deep breath. Din kissed him again, but this time softly, Luke tilted his head caressing Din's waist.

"Din?" He asked opening his eyes, Din looked at him, expectant. "I've been waiting for this since we were seventeen." He narrowed his eyes and Din's heart plummeted out of guilty. "I want you to know, every time you comforted me after a breakup, I wasn't sad only because those relationships didn't work, but also because I couldn't have you." He said and tears were filling his eyes slowly.

"I'm so sorry, Luke, I'm sorry, love, I should have known that I was hurting you by being such a coward..." Din was caressing his face desperately, as the tears rolled down Luke's cheeks. "No." Din managed to say almost choking.

"Don't say that, you're not a coward, you've never been that. You're here, that's all that matters." Luke said kissing his jaw, soothing him by running his hands over his arms "You're here, with me, and I love you, Din." He smiled against his skin "I love you..." He whispered kissing Din's lips again.

Din tossed his head back, letting his Jedi devour him, pulling his hair every time Luke sucked on the skin of his neck "Kriff, cyar'ika." He said out of breath, no my love, this time I won't stop you.

He had never seen something more beautiful and intoxicating in his entire life, he had fantasized about this moment so many times before but nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing and feeling.

Luke was staring into his eyes while Din was thrusting slow and deep inside him, his legs wrapped around Din's waist "Let me see you, Din." He said when Din tried to hide his face against his neck, not able to take everything Luke was offering.

His pretty face in ecstasy, his hands grasping his shoulders, the noises he was making, his name falling from his lips, the way his body shivered beneath Din's. It was too much, it was overwhelming.

Din's heart was burning and he was losing his mind, his pace going faster. Luke hissed through gritted teeth, eyes closed. Beautiful, beautiful. "Kriff, Luke, you're killing me, please cyare, I won't last." Din pleaded but the tight heat of Luke around him was punishing him, he had to close his eyes, focusing on last a little longer.

"Don't care, just..." Luke moaned sinfully "Just feel me, Din, and let yourself go."

Din groaned as Luke clenched around him "Fuck, Luke, fuck!" He said against Luke's lips, their mouths brushing every time Din rocked his hips, Luke wrapped his arms around Din's neck and they were sharing sloppy kisses, moaning inside each other's mouth.

Din was supporting himself with his forearms on the mattress "Din..." Luke moaned deeply, biting Din's bottom lip. Din let out a whine and passed one arm under Luke's back, lifting the Jedi enough to change the angle.

Luke's eyes widened "Yes, Din, ah, yes, like that." He moved finding Din's thrusts "Stars! Just like that!"

Din rested his face against Luke's, closing his eyes, twitching inside him, his rhythm faltering, his whole body exploding, his free hand closing in a fist around Luke's shaft, stroking him.

Luke came so sweet and lovely over his hand moaning his name and Din felt the way he clenched around him, he pressed Luke's body against his own, grabbing him by his hips, thrusting up until he felt his cyar'ika going boneless, his own body tensing.

He came inside Luke in silence, breathing heavily against his neck. "Gods, I love you." Din said still holding him tight, still inside him.

Luke didn't say a word.

They collapsed against the mattress. For a second Din was feeling anxious. This was the first time in ages he was in this situation and he noticed the way Luke went silent. He was panicking.

But he was so satisfied, so in love, that he could only stare at his cyare's face, lying beside him, contemplating his afterglow. "Cyare..."

Luke looked at him smiling, he propped himself up on his elbow, leaning forward to stroke Din's cheek and jaw. He bit his lower lip, "Leia told me it was different." He said breathlessly. His hair damped, plastered to his lovely face.

Din cleared his throat "What's different?" He asked brushing Luke's bangs, to see his blue eyes.

"Making love for the first time." Luke whispered boring into Din's eyes, his lips slightly curling up.

Din groaned as he grabbed Luke by his nape "Stars, baby, come here." He said kissing Luke's lips, caressing his cheek, praising him between nips and tongues that found each other. "I don't deserve you, Luke." He said honestly, as his eyes were downcast.

Luke cupped his chin lifting his head to look into his eyes, Din blinked with lips parted. "It's funny cause I feel the same about you." The blonde chuckled.

Din didn't blink now, not even once, lost in those ocean eyes, he wanted to give him the galaxy, he wanted to give him everything, he sighed shivering. He caressed Luke's chest, the tip of his fingers brushing the still heated skin, he easily felt Luke's heart thumping against his touch.

"Be my clan, Luke." He said holding his breath.

Luke put his own hand over Din's, he closed his eyes nodding, he leaned forward kissing Din again, he smiled into the kiss, softly opening his eyes, looking up at his lover "Yes, Din, yes, I want to marry you."

Din's heart skipped more than just one beat.

Gods, Luke!

Din froze listening the perfect mando'a that escaped his angel's lips. He kissed Luke desperately, tears running down his cheeks, he repeated the wedding vows in basic "We are one together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors." He cried resting his forehead against Luke's.

Luke wrinkled his nose "Husband." He sighed caressing Din's nape.

"Riduur..." Din said nodding, his voice breaking.

They kept holding each other. The warm breeze of Naboo's night waving the curtains, caressing their bodies, embracing them. The sweet scent of millaflower overwhelming their senses.

Luke was standing on his tiptoes, his chin resting on Din's shoulder, his arms encircling him from behind. He moved his face to kiss Din's neck. They were contemplating the sunrise, maybe not anymore.

Din hummed caressing his hands "Cyare." He smiled closing his eyes.

Luke pulled his head back "Are we a clan of three?" He asked quietly.

Din frowned "What?"

"Have you adopted Grogu?" He asked now, searching for Din's eyes.

Din's heart skipped a beat, he didn't adopt Grogu, not because he didn't want to, but because he was on a mission and he was a man of honour.

"I haven't." Din answered hesitantly.

Luke hummed pressing another kiss on his neck "What are you waiting for, love?"

Din turned around slowly, staring at his husband's eyes, incredulous "Luke?"

"We promised to raise warriors." He stroked Din's chest "And I know he's already your son, not matter what. I want, I want Grogu in our lives."

"Cyare..." Din took him in his arms and kissed him with his heart full of love "Yes, cyare, we're going to be a clan of three as soon as we get to Coruscant."

Luke stared into his eyes, smiling "I can't wait to see our son's little face again, honey."

Din's eyes roamed his angel's face so happy, so in love, Luke calling Grogu their son took his breath away.

"Tomorrow?" Din asked, his throat tightening out of emotion.

"Tomorrow." Luke took his hand walking him into their room again. "But now, I want to spend the day in bed with my husband's arms around me." He chuckled.

Din laughed squeezing his hand "Today and the next day, and the next, and the next..." He said pulling Luke against his body, kissing him one more time "I'm gonna kiss you all day long, riduur."

Luke chuckled against his lips "Good."

Good.

Eventually, Luke fell asleep in Din's arms.

Din stayed awake, caressing Luke's arms, staring at his face, so serene, peaceful, and when his riduur grimaced in his sleep Din soothed his frowning by running his thumb softly between Luke's eyebrows.

He contemplated everything about his angel, the sound of his breath, the way his chest moved, the softness of his skin and hair. Yes, I love you, cyare.

And Luke woke up next to his husband, feeling his arms around his body, and he smiled at Din, closing his eyes, resting his head on his chest.

Forever, Luke. Forever.

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desireandduty · 1 year

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‘ just knowing you’re there comforts me. ’

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The first time it happens takes Padmé by surprise. One minute she is sound asleep and flitting happily through the seamless sequences of a dreamscape, her mind replaying and remixing the few golden days they had spent together on Naboo for their honeymoon. The next minute, she is back in her apartment on Coruscant, startled awake by the movements of the man tossing and writhing in the bed beside her.

It takes a few seconds for the realization to hit her as she sits up and blinks the sleep from her eyes. But the moment she recognizes that he is having a nightmare, her brows knit together and lips purse in concern. Slowly, she reaches out and places her hand on his shoulder. "Anakin?" she whispers into the darkness of their bedroom, her eyes watching his face for any sign that the mental terror gripping him may have passed. The thrashing of his limbs has stilled, but he remains asleep. She can see the way his eyes are roving to and fro behind his closed eyelids.

Her hand moves from his shoulder to gently cup his cheek, stroking the pad of her thumb along his cheekbone. "Shhh, it's only a dream, my love. You can wake up," she murmurs to him. In the next instant, his eyes open. Their gazes lock, and then she leans closer to brush her lips over his forehead in a soft kiss. "Are you all right? Do you need anything?"

After taking a few deep, calming breaths, he shakes his head and answers quietly. "Just knowing you're there comforts me."

The answer tugs at her heartstrings. Her presence is something she is always willing to give him, and now she is wondering how often this has happened in the few short months of their marriage, most of which he had spent deployed off-world. How many times has he had to endure something like this all on his own?

The very thought of it makes tears prick behind her eyes as she settles back down beside him. Inching closer to him beneath the coverlet, she reaches over and draws his head down to rest on her shoulder. "I'm here, Ani, for anything you need." She cups the back of his head in her hand, fingers stroking through his golden hair in a soothing motion as she asks: "Does this happen to you often?"

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Ahhh yay you're accepting prompts! Maybe please be okay for the disaster trio? Thank you!

of course! thanks for the prompt! // from these prompts

please be okay: Obi-Wan isn't feeling well, causing him to act differently.

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Finally making it back to their apartment in the Jedi temple after a long mission, Anakin let out a sigh of relief as he and Ahsoka entered through the front door. It felt good to be back home again after the long two weeks they'd had at the front.

Taking a moment to hang up their cloaks onto their respective pegs, Anakin and his Padawan then silently made their way into the living space. Ahsoka made a beeline straight for the kitchenette. Anakin smiled; she seemed to be thinking the same thing as he was—they needed food.

"Anything good in there, Snips?" he called out, slowly following behind her. "I think we..."

He trailed off.

Because, as he glanced over at the couch, Anakin noticed a tuft of auburn toned hair peeking out from behind the arm of the couch.

They weren't alone.

"Hey..."

"Master?"

Ignoring Ahsoka's question, Anakin curiously padded towards the couch with caution.

"Obi-Wan?" he said. "Is that you?"

There was no reply.

But, as he made it round to the other side of the couch, Anakin didn't need an answer now that the prone form of his former Master was lying in front of him. Mystery solved.

Obi-Wan seemed to be asleep—how the Jedi Master had ended up falling asleep on the couch of his former Padawan's quarters, Anakin had no idea—but something wasn't right.

There was a flicker of warning in the force.

"Hey, Obi-Wan?" he said, kneeling down in front of Obi-Wan's head to get a better look at his face. Obi-Wan's cheeks looked a little flushed and Anakin could see little droplets of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Master?"

He reached out to gently shake Obi-Wan's shoulder, but was immediately met by a striking warmth under his palm—Obi-Wan was too hot. Fever hot.

This wasn't good.

"Obi-Wan? Hey, wake up for me."

Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered. He let out a quiet groan.

Anakin ran his hand through Obi-Wan's sweat-slicked hair, brushing it back.

"Obi-Wan?"

When Obi-Wan's eyes finally flickered open, Anakin couldn't help but notice how distant and cloudy his gaze was.

"Hey, what's going on, buddy?" He tried to meet Obi-Wan's eyes. "What are you doing in here? Were you... hey..."

Obi-Wan didn't reply. He looked confused, delirious, almost... scared. Obi-Wan never looked scared.

"Master?" Obi-Wan murmured, dazedly meeting Anakin's eyes. "Master Qui-Gon?"

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89 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

Hm what about.. "I don't feel so good" by anakin? Willing to bet he never does lol

thanks for the prompt! // from these prompts

“I don’t… i don’t feel so good.”

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“That’ll be all, Master Kenobi.”

“Thank you for your time, Master Windu.”

As the blue holo-image of Master Windu finally flickered out on the holodisplay in front of her, Ahsoka stretched her arms, stifling the yawn she had been holding in for the last half hour of this century-long debriefing.

“Tired, young one?”

A hand on her shoulder, Ahsoka looked up to find Master Kenobi looking down at her with a knowing smile.

“Who wouldn’t be,” she murmured, looking around as the small group of clones and military officers began to filter out of the briefing room, most of them rubbing their eyes and stifling yawns. When she glanced back up at Master Kenobi, he seemed to be watching them too, and when he met her eyes again, she didn’t miss the flicker of exhaustion behind his gaze which seemed to prove her point.

"Well," he whispered, "I think you'll find that the feeling is mutual, Padawan." He gave her shoulder a pat, and Ahsoka smiled back. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"Gladly," she replied, before turning to look at her own Master, who was standing a few feet away, leaning against the side of the briefing table. "You coming, Skyguy?"

Anakin hummed, waved his hand. But something about his demeanour made Ahsoka pause. He looked… off. Something wasn’t right.

“Master?” she said, craning her head. “Are you okay?”

Anakin nodded his head. But the distant haziness of his eyes betrayed him, as Ahsoka scanned his face, noting the paleness of his skin, the light flush of his cheeks. Beside her, Obi-Wan stepped forward.

“Anakin,” he said, “Is everything all right?”

Anakin didn’t reply.

“Anakin?”

Anakin brought a shaky hand up to his head, took a wobbly step forward. Simultaneously, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka started towards him, quickly closing the distance.

“Master?”

“Anakin, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t… I don’t feel so good,” Anakin murmured, holding his head. And then, his knees buckled, and the young knight collapsed right into Obi-Wan’s arms.

“Anakin—”

Lowering themselves to the floor, Obi-Wan held Anakin's unconscious body in his lap, desperately trying to get a response from the younger man while Ahsoka watched by in shock.

"What's wrong? Is he okay?" she asked, her eyes wide as she watched Obi-Wan check for Anakin's pulse, holding his fingers over his neck while Anakin's head lolled against his arm.

"He's burning up," Obi-Wan said, running his other hand over Anakin's forehead, brushing back his hair. Then, he looked up, serious eyes meeting hers. "Ahsoka. Call for the medics."

With another worried glance at her unconscious Master, Ahsoka nodded her head and lifted her comlink.

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92 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

okay so like i’m just thinking about how we’re gonna get a soundtrack for the kenobi series

like, a soundtrack for obi-wan.

A SOUNDTRACK FOR OBI-WAN KENOBI

AHHHHAJSHSHKAJSHSJAHH

110 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

If you’re still doing prompts, maybe ‘right as rain’ with obi-wan? Thanks!! :)

thanks for the prompt! // prompts closed

right as rain: Obi-Wan says he’s fine right before collapsing.

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“Master, that did not happen. I don’t believe you.”

“Uh, yeah it did,” Anakin said, crossing his arms. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Snips.”

“Oh really? So you “didn’t lie” when you told me that there wasn’t any activated droids in the battle simulator room the other day?”

“Because there wasn’t! That was just a big coincidence, Snips—how was I supposed to know that Master Drallig had wandered in and decided to turn on all the droids for a combat training class?!”

“Uh, maybe by checking the schedule?”

“I did!” Anakin exclaimed. “I made sure—”

He was cut off, hearing the front door open behind him. Turning round in his chair, Anakin watched as a raggedy-looking figure stepped in through the door. His eyes widened.

It was Obi-Wan.

Suddenly forgetting about their previous conversation, Anakin shared a quick glance of concern with Ahsoka, before he stood up and promptly closed the distance between his former Master, feeling Ahsoka do the same behind him.

Obi-Wan looked terrible. His tunic was all torn and ripped from hem-to-hem, his belt was missing so he was holding his lightsaber gripped in his hand, his face was littered with newly-formed bruises, and his hair was in complete disarray.

“Obi-Wan,” he whispered, half in shock. “What the hell happened?”

Obi-Wan was silent for a long moment, his eyes clouded with something Anakin couldn’t quite make out. But then, he spoke.

“Bad day.”

Obi-Wan took a step forward, and Anakin only stood there, stunned, as the man limped further into the apartment.

Sharing a mutual glance of concern with his Padawan, Anakin quickly moved to catch up with Obi-Wan, who had come to a stop.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his hands lightly around Obi-Wan’s forearms. “Obi-Wan?”

He looked him up and down, met his eyes. Obi-Wan shakily clenched and unclenched his grip on his lightsaber. He gave it to Anakin to hold.

“Master…” Anakin said, taking the lightsaber as Obi-Wan placed it into his palm.

Giving him a feigned smile, Obi-Wan weakly patted his shoulder.

“I’m fine, Anakin…”

But then, in natural Obi-Wan fashion, the older Jedi began to sway on his feet, and Anakin had to reach out to catch the man as Obi-Wan collapsed into his arms, pulling him down to the ground.

“Obi-Wan!”

Holding Obi-Wan in his arms, Anakin desperately looked down at his face. Obi-Wan’s eyes were fluttering weakly.

“Hey, hey, hey—stay with me, Master,” he said, brushing back Obi-Wan’s matted hair. “You’re gonna be okay. Just stay with me.”

Looking up at Ahsoka, Anakin urgently met her eyes.

“Ahsoka, go call for the healers.”

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Fever and Sickness

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Come here. I’ll keep you warm.”

“You’re burning up.”

“How long have you been hiding this?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t... i don’t feel so good.”

“Could you bring me another blanket? It’s cold in here.”

“I felt fine this morning.”

“Stay.”

“It’s not that bad. I’m fine. Really.”

“It’s okay. Rest now.”

Hurt/Comfort

“Okay. Okay. You’re bleeding.”

“Oh. That’s not good.”

“I’m sorry, but this is gonna hurt.”

“Don’t move—don’t move!”

“Out of everything that could’ve happened, i was not expecting this.”

“Squeeze my hand.”

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

“Let me help you.”

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“You’re okay—breathe.”

“I think it’s broken.”

“I can’t move.”

“Okay, yep, that’s starting to hurt.”

Fluff

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