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samantha-rae-velcher · 7 months

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Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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neeyak · 1 year

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paid for license of this: https://www.pixtastock.com/photo/62898555

#codywan #female obi wan kenobi #fem obi wan

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ninjigma · 8 months

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It is finally October! Lots of art I have planned for this month, but for now take this character study for fem!Obi-Wan. Because I love her (wrinkles, grey hair, wide shoulders, and all) and thus wanted to kick off my birthday month with her specifically.

Stay tuned for plenty more, and happy October everyone!

#there she is #in all her ginger glory #I honestly hate my birthday #but I am doing this to try and make it better #encourage happy thoughts #with happy art #or at least art that makes me happy #some of the pieces I planned are less then happy #but I hope you like em all the same #fem obi wan #afab obi wan #obi wan kenobi #my art #star wars #tattoos #scars

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 9 months

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Late Night Talking

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!jedi!reader (romantic)

Imagine: you and Obi-Wan confess your feelings for each other

Warnings: nearly kissing, talk about the Jedi code, fluff?, not proofread, none else I think

A/N so I don’t really like this one but decided to post it anyway… this is actually part of a story I’m working on with one of my ocs but thought why not remake this part into a x reader fic… so enjoy! <3 (at least I hope you will)

Obi-Wan looked out at the view before him, staring at the life that seemed to fill Coruscant even late into the night. His beige robes, and large dark brown coat moved slightly from the light breeze. He fingered his lightsaber as a habit from the warzones he usually found himself in. Obi-Wan sighed as he felt your calming force signature fill the room.

As you approached Obi-Wan, you couldn’t help but to let a smile grace your features. Obi-Wan remained staring at the life in front of him as he spoke in a sorrowful voice.

“Hello”

“You okay my dear friend?” You asked just moments later as you felt the sadness through the force and watched the solemn look that graced Obi-Wan’s face.

He turned to face you, expression remaining the same as he let out a slight sigh. You walked to stand beside Obi-Wan and looked out at the landscape as you leaned against the railing. “What's bothering you?”

Obi-Wan exhaled with a slight frown as he spoke. "Just thinking about.... the past."

You didn’t speak for a moment as you focused on your hands as they started to fiddle with the hem of the cloak you’d stolen from Obi-Wan not that long ago. “Obi-Wan you know as well as me that we can’t linger on the past”

A slight nod came from the older man, his voice still holding the same sorrow "I know, I know. It's just... hard to forget."

“Obi-Wan I’m not asking you to forget, I simply just ask you to remember our code, don’t let the past control your emotions”

The man nodded once more as he glanced at you, he still wondered how someone so young could hold so much understanding of people. "I know, I know the Jedi Code, I know its rules, I will be mindful of it. I'm sorry, it's just hard not to get emotional when thinking about one’s past..."

“I get it” You placed a comforting hand on Obi-Wan. You couldn’t help but to think back to your early days before becoming a jedi knight, the emotions that always followed with each memory, the sorrow. You understood Obi-Wan and it might have been hypocritical of you to tell him to not let the emotions control him when it was exactly what happened to you sometimes. However you only wanted what was best for your friend.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to smile as he took a quick glance at the hand placed on his shoulder, he could feel one of your many rings press down onto the material covering his shoulder. He dared a quick glance at you and saw your eyes twinkle back at him in understanding. He couldn’t do anything other than nod and let out a small sigh once more.

"Thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me” there was a comfortable silence for just a few moments before Obi-Wan spoke once more as he looked out towards the beautiful city again.

"This view... “ he glanced at you before he quickly looked back “ it just helps calm me down ?" his tone was filled with a sense of peace this time around, a nice change from the sadness before.

“It does” a smile graced your face once more as you let go of Obi-Wan’s shoulder and leaned against the railing once more, shivering slightly from the cold. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to miss the feeling of your hand on his shoulder, and he desperately just wanted to tell you to keep close to him so that he could feel your warmth.

"And having you here... it helps as well." His voice took a slightly shyer tone as he spoke, and you tried not to react to the uncommon shyness of Obi-Wan. Instead you turned towards your friend with a warm smile. However, not knowing entirely how to answer, you turned back to watching the speeders pass by and the flickering lights of the many billboards in Coruscant.

The two of you stayed like that for several more minutes before Obi-Wan finally got over his shyness and spoke again "Do you ever wonder what it would be like… not to be a Jedi?" His voice carried a feeling of curiosity as he turned to face you once more

You couldn’t help but to let out a breathy laugh and yet another smile. “I think we all do” you knew for certain that you would most likely end up as a farmer somewhere, that or you’d probably have followed your older brother in joining death watch as a way to make your family proud of you for once.

Obi-Wan smiled slightly in return, and nodded for probably the tenth time that day. "Yes, indeed…” he paused, unsure if he wanted to ask his next question or not. “Do you ever wonder why we can't have attachments?"

“I think it’s not so much attachment itself but the fact that if you focus on one single emotion or person to the point where it gets unhealthy-“ you paused not knowing entirely how to explain it but hoped Obi-Wan would understand what you meant anyways like usual “Yes I do wonder why we can’t have attachments”

As always Obi-Wan understood what you meant. He had always loved how your force and minds worked in such a simple harmony together. They’d probably always understand what the other meant and neither of them would ever be seen complaining. "I have thought about it too” Obi-Wan paused as if afraid to admit it “the fact that we cannot have attachments, or fall in love..."

You shook your head slightly in acknowledgement “it isn’t against the code to fall in love, but if that love becomes your obsession if you get attached to the love you have for another being… if you get attached to the person to the point where you can’t let them go then you have strayed from the code”

"Yes, I suppose that is true, but have you ever wondered how easy it would be for one to attach themselves to the love they have for” Obi-Wan looked down slightly at you “someone?" his eyebrows raised slightly in thoughts, his eyes and focus remained on you curious for a reply.

“Obi-Wan I-“ you stopped yourself before you would say something you might regret. Obi-Wan looked down at you intently with anticipation, a slight smirk and playful expression formed itself onto his face

You sighed “do you”

His eyes remained locked on you as he spoke "Do I have attachment to someone, is that what you’re asking?”

You looked up at Obi-Wan as you heard his teasing voice “yes”

"Yes... I believe I may have attachment to someone." Obi-Wan's voice once again got filled with that shyness which was so unlike him.

You looked curiously at Obi-Wan as you turned your entire body to face him “may I ask who?”

Obi-Wan tensed up and turned his head away, thankful that his beard covered his face as embarrassment seeped through him. His voice was nervous, slightly quivering. “you know who”

You couldn't help but to chuckle as you came closer to the slightly older man. “I want to hear you say it”

"You.... you are the one I have attachment to... I know you might not feel the same but-” he got cut of by you who carefully placed your hands on both his cheeks and turned his head to face you again as you looked deep into his eyes “I do”

Obi-Wan's eyes remained locked on the person he’d wished he’d called his since you first met, and the small blush on his cheeks deepened. His focus remained completely on you, as he lifted both his hands toward your face. Moving you head to look up at him in a better angle he moved forward closer to your face. He stopped right before your lips touched and his beautiful blue eyes shined in the light from the city as he asked you for permission.

#x reader #x you #obi wan kenobi x you #Obi wan kenobi x male!reader #obi wan kenobi x gn!reader #obi wan kenobi x fem!reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #Star Wars x reader

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stardust-kenobi · 1 year

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4, 18 and 49 with Obi Wan please <3 xx Reader is about the same age as Anakin

may I just say, these are EXCELLENT selections, my dear. You did not specify gender preference so if fem reader is not what you wanted let me know and I’m happy to change the wording :)

4. “Can you guys just fuck already?”

18. “I don’t care about consequences”

49. “Swallow. All of it”

Consequences

Obi Wan x Fem!Reader drabble

Warnings: smut, rough-ish sex (at least by obi wan’s standards), 18+ minors DNI

“Can you guys just fuck already?”

Anakin’s words from earlier in the day played on repeat in your head as Obi Wan tore your clothes from your body. The tension had grown too obvious, and your best friend Anakin took notice. He was loud and bold, knowing that if he didn’t hint at it, you and Obi Wan would never have the chance to express your feelings.

“Obi Wan” You breathed, Obi Wan’s lips attacking the supple skin on your neck, “what about the council?”

“I don’t care about consequences my love” He said so seriously. He meant it. You were worth any consequence to come. This kind of self indulgent and lustful behavior was already forbidden, but a Jedi and a padawan sleeping together? You’d both be exiled from the Order if you were caught.

There was an inexplicable need for one another that you both felt whenever you were near him, which was nearly everyday. You knew the tension was bound to break eventually, and all it took was Anakin’s little comment, and that was it. It was lucky timing to pounce on each other in this moment, but you didn’t have long before someone would notice you were alone in Obi Wan’s room.

“Then, please, fuck me” You whimpered while his fingers circled around your clit, igniting your heightened arousal for him.

He was hungry for you, and it felt so primal within him that nothing would change his mind about fucking you senseless right there in his chambers. The material of your dress worked in his favor as he laid you down on his bed. Slipping up the hem of the skirt, it was revealed that you wore nothing beneath it.

“Maker, you will be the death of me” He whispered with a tone of weakness as he melted for you.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, your body begging for his cock. Obi Wan swallowed hard in anticipation of ravaging you, taking in the view of you sprawled out on his bed, just for him. He hurriedly pulled his stiffened length from the restraints of his pants.

The risk of it all meant you had to be quick, but for you, it just made it all the more exciting.

As he lined himself up with your entrance, you gave him a pleading, desperate look, which was all he needed to see before he suddenly buried his length inside of you. You both breathed out in relief, whimpers softly trailing the end of your sigh. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he began pounding into you deep and hard.

“Fuck, Obi Wan” You whimpered. What was it about not caring about the consequences? Yeah, let’s hope not. Considering you were anything but quiet in that moment.

“You are so beautiful, darling” He praised, enamored with your body writhing beneath him and the way you took his cock so well. He was deprived of this for so long. To be taking you like this was a dream to him.

Maybe it was the excitement of how wrong this was. Maybe it was the way Obi Wan looked so handsome and dominant towering over you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been pleasured in so long, but whatever it was, your senses were over loaded, and your orgasm was approaching very quickly.

Obi Wan sensed it, and brought his fingers down to your clit, and began rubbing your most sensitive area, pushing you even closer to your climax.

“That’s right, sweetheart, come for me” He purred.

With the perfect rhythm of his fingers, and the way he thrusted harder sent you over the edge. You threw your head back and cried out his name as you were overcome with pleasure. It radiated through your entire body, relentless in its intensity as Obi Wan continued his motions.

As you floated back down from your high, Obi Wan pulled out of you.

Quickly getting down on your knees, you finished him off with your mouth, tasting your own arousal slicked all over his length. The taste of you lingering on him turned you on. His cock twitched in your mouth, the tip of it beginning to stiffen, which let you know how close he was to his climax. You could barely fit him as you swirled your tongue around his length.

“Don’t stop, Y/N, fuck” He cursed, losing himself in the slickness and skill of your tongue.

Suddenly, the warmth of his release coated your tongue while he gripped the back of your head, overwhelmed by his own pleasure.

“Swallow, darling. All of it” He commanded as he rode down from his high.

You happily obeyed, taking all of his release and swallowing it. His hand cupped your face, admirable of your messy hair and rosy cheeks as he looked down at you.

“I believe we have a meeting to attend, right?” You teased, mentioning the Council meeting that was open to all Jedi, and it was crucial that you two attended.

“Better get ourselves cleaned up quick, then” He chuckled.

#obi wan #obi wan kenobi #obi wan Drabble #obi wan x reader #obi wan x fem!reader #obi wan smut #obi wan fluff #requested #my work #stardust-kenobi #obi wan x reader smut #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan one shot #obi wan fanfiction

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shapelytimber · 2 months

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I'm cooking, but for now take my fem Obi-Wan sketches :)

"Well, of course I knew him, he was me"

I've said it once, but I'll say it again : making every character in star wars a woman is my white whale

[COMMISSIONS]

PS : I've never seen the 3d animated clone wars show, this is only based on the movies

#star wars sapphic au #obi wan kenobi #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequels #fem obi wan kenobi #art #my art #digital art #fanart #star wars fanart #sketch #sketch portrait

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liltaireissocute · 5 months

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fem!obikin for twitter challenge 🤌

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aniharas · 4 months

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𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 | 𝘰𝘯𝘦

pairing: anakin skywalker x padawan!fem!reader

summary: you and anakin meet almost every other day to break the jedi code and indulge in each other's lust. but when you start noticing a difference in how he treats you after every hookup, you find it hard to decide if your secret relationship is good for either of you.

warnings: implied sexual content, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 6.6+ split into three parts

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

a/n: inspired by blouse by clairo!

Morning bloomed over the bustling city of Coruscant, the rays of sunshine peeking through every window and curtain, including your own. Typically, their warmth would have been enough to stir you awake. But you were already awake, and the warmth pouring from the window could never rival the warmth of the Jedi Knight lying beside you in bed.

You and Anakin have ended up like this every other night for around a month. After each tryst, every nerve in your brain screamed at your body to cease your meetings. It was wrong; you both swore an oath to live under the Jedi Code. It also would insult your master, Obi-Wan, who just so happens to be Anakin's master. If your relationship with him had been exposed, it would reflect badly on Obi-Wan.

But the way his fingertips grazed across your bare skin felt like a slow, sensual fire, and it would easily burn all your self-warnings and anxieties away. That feeling was befitting, as you felt that described Anakin perfectly. He was a slow-building fire, growing each second the more he gave in to his selfish desires. Knowing he wanted you like this filled you with satisfaction like no other. You loved enveloping all five of your senses in him. The scent and taste of sweat beading across his honeyed skin; his long, dirty-blonde locks in between your fingers as his lips enveloped yours; the sight of him gazing at you every time you laid beneath him, as if you were his first meal after months of starvation, his own shiny treasure after a decade-long journey. The sound of his heartbeat would slowly lull you to sleep on those nights, and it had you wishing it could be like that forever.

Of course, that was wishful thinking. Every night you met with him, you felt your attraction for him grow. At first, it was a small crush, but now your feelings for him were big enough to swallow you whole. Every waking thought was about him. When you were out on missions with Obi-Wan, all that consumed your mind was when you would get to see Anakin again. Even as he lay next to you at night, you would still see him as you shut your eyes. It was like he was a sickness, slowly creeping across every part of your brain until it drove you crazy. It was embarrassing to admit that you didn't necessarily want to recover from the sickness that was Anakin Skywalker.

That's why you dreaded every morning after your hookups. You hated how badly you wanted his attention, which was something you never received outside of those late-night divulgences. The same eyes that reveled in the curves of your body the night before would barely lay upon you in broad daylight. It ate you alive every time you glanced at him in the halls of the Jedi Temple, only for him to walk past you like you were a ghost. Every time he did look at you was nearly unrecognizable, his gaze cold and unforgiving, usually accompanied by a scolding that you didn't even deserve in the first place. You knew that absolutely nobody could know about what went on between you and him, but you believed he could spare a "hello" or two.

You shifted around in bed to take in the awe that was the resting Jedi beside you. Then came the dilemma of whether you wanted to wake him up or not. He had a lot of duties to attend to, but you could never quell your selfish desires for him. You decided to stay put and enjoy your last moments with him for the day, admiring how the slow-rising sun cast its light onto Anakin's skin, his bare body illuminated like a god's.

Unfortunately, the sun was enough to awaken him. The moment you saw him stir, you hastily adjusted yourself into a believable (and provocative) sleeping position and let your eyes flutter shut. You didn't dare take a peek, as you felt that Anakin would be able to feel your secret gaze. After you heard what sounded like stretching, the weight of the bed shifted. You weren't a fan of how cold you immediately felt in his absence.

Even though your eyes were shut, you had the feeling that he hadn't laid his eyes upon you yet. You heard his footsteps making their way across your room, the rustling of clothes hastily being put on. Anakin, look at me, you silently begged. Please talk to me. Wake me up. Do something, anything to let me know you acknowledge me. A few more footsteps. The sound of your door opening. The sound of it shutting.

Just that easily, Skywalker was gone without a word or a glance. Your vision blurred over, rapidly-forming hot tears dropping with every blink. You knew it was pathetic to cry, especially if you were supposed to be used to it by now.

But you allowed yourself to be selfish for one last time today as you quietly sobbed into your sheets, burying your face into where he laid minutes before. You took in his scent, memorized all the aches in your body from the night prior, mentally restarting the timer as to when you would see him again. This never-ending cycle seemed to be doing more bad than good, but you would rather let every building in Coruscant fall than lose what you had with him, even if it was slowly eating at you from the inside.

All you needed was to pass the time until the next time you met up with him. Master Kenobi just so happened to need your help today. Today you were going with your master to Kamino, in hopes to unravel a Separatist plot to halt clone production.

"What did I tell you about being so reckless, young one?"

You kept tending to Master Kenobi's minor injuries, hoping every compression or bandage would help steer away from his inevitable lecture.

The mission on Kamino had been more chaotic than expected, with droids flanking from the heavens and the seas. You weren't too sure as to why you were brought along only to pilot his spacecraft, but had you not been there, your master might have fallen to his untimely death.

"Master, if I recall correctly, my recklessness helped save you when you were hurtling towards the sea," you remarked, glancing up at Kenobi only to be met with a reprimanding, but worried stare.

"I owe you my life, but you mustn't confuse recklessness for bravery, padawan," he said, then moving to examine your own injuries. Obi-Wan wouldn't have been upset with you saving him had there not been relentless droid-fire at your spacecraft as you moved in to save him. Some of the droid-fire had scored your side and shoulders as you had pulled your master to safety. He took your medical supplies and began tending to you instead. "You take after Anakin a little too well. I'm beginning to wonder if I am the problem," he joked with a small smile, though his eyes told a different story.

It was true, you and Anakin were very similar. You both were late-bloomer Jedi, you being a Force-sensitive slave child discovered during a Separatist base raid. The Jedi Council, more specifically Master Yoda, decided you would be a powerful asset to the Republic, as you were well-versed in Separatist-tactics, war strategies, and new bases and equipment. Master Windu reluctantly suggested you receive Jedi training in order to protect yourself and eventually lead missions involving eradicating the Separatist party. Seeing Obi-Wan's success with training Anakin into a fine Jedi Knight, the Council thought it would be fitting for him to train you as well.

"Maybe you are the problem, seeing as you almost let your padawan die," a sharp voice cut straight through your thoughts, compelling you to sit up straight and keep your head down. Anakin had barged into the medical ward, making a beeline straight towards you and your master. Once again, his eyes never once met yours, his business strictly with Obi-Wan. Seeing his blatant ignorance of your presence filled you with dread like no other, stronger than any feeling or injury in the raid on Kamino.

"What were you thinking? I didn't bring my padawan, too much was at stake here," Anakin chastised arrogantly, his glare at his master felt by everybody in the ward. "(L/N) and Ahsoka are not ready for this type of assignment. They're not capable."

Was that all he thought of you as? Merely a toy to play with every other night, with no further power or significance? Silent anger bubbled up inside you once more, culminating in your tear ducts, threatening to spill at any moment. Your master noticed your discomfort, his features expressing concern before turning to his former padawan.

"I thought you would be better at reading the room, young one," Obi-Wan remarked with a sigh, taking Anakin by the shoulder and escorting him out of the ward. You watched them walk away forlornly, a single tear slipping down your bruised cheek.

"Could you get your hand off my shoulder?!" Anakin exclaimed erratically in the hallways, lurching his shoulder forward to rid itself of his master's hand. He knew he was never the best at settling his emotions, but this assignment had really put him on edge.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to be mad at Obi-Wan for asking you to come along or to be mad at you for accepting and pulling such a rash maneuver. No, he had every right to be upset at you. Knowing you were brought along put him on edge. Anxiety coursed through his blood with every step and slash of his lightsaber, seizing his muscles, and causing missteps and bad judgments.

The moment he had Separatist henchman, Ventress, cornered at the edge of the facility hangar, he knew the Jedi Council needed him to close in and make the arrest. However, he couldn't shake the thought of her escaping with you in the vicinity, so he made the order to execute her. Unfortunately, he was a second too late as she managed to escape.

Despite successfully defending Kamino and driving out the Separatists, Anakin couldn't bring himself to care about any of it. He hadn't seen you or his master since the Republic's forces first landed. With every droid he destroyed, every shot he deflected, he couldn't help but think that you were dead or captured. He tried his hardest to focus, but you invaded his mind the way the droids invaded Kamino, and Anakin didn't have much luck keeping you out as he did with the clone planet. He felt you in every corner of his body and brain, influencing his every thought, every movement. He knew he needed to report back to his own ship and inform the Council of the raid and the aftermath. He was going to, until he laid his eyes on you and Obi-Wan, both visibly injured and limping towards the medical ward. At that moment, it was like he was a man possessed, one foot stomping after the other like a madman. He seemed oblivious to all the clones, medical droids, and generals he shoved out of his way just so his path to you was clear. Alas, you were relatively okay, and now he was being lectured by his old master.

"With all due respect, Anakin, (Y/N) is my padawan to discipline, not yours. You don't see me scolding Ahsoka whenever she has her flashy ideas," Obi-Wan said, still ushering his former down the hall, far away from the medical ward.

It was almost like with every step he took away from the medical ward, the more strain it put on his body. It felt harder to breathe, harder to move. Every fiber of his being was tense, and you were the culprit.

"If she is your padawan, then you should do a better job of keeping her alive. Do you think I want to worry about that?!" Anakin bellowed, his eyes blown open as if he were a rabid animal. He didn't even realize he was shaking until Obi-Wan gripped him by the shoulders to steady him.

"(Y/N) is more than capable of handling these situations. If only you paid more attention to her, you would recognize that she is a reckless, growing talent, just like you."

Anakin fought the urge to laugh at his master for thinking he knew you better than he himself did. Obi-Wan would never know you the way he did. Pay more attention to her? You had planted yourself in his mind and taken root the moment you became Obi-Wan's apprentice. He was intrigued by your history and felt like he was drawn to you, dare he say bonded. From that point, it was only a matter a time before the stars that were Anakin Skywalker and (Y/N) (L/N) collided. The supernova that was your first night together had changed him, but he didn't know if it was for better or for worse. Frustrated at his master, he said nothing in response, trudging away to return to his duties.

Not amused, Obi-Wan let him escape the conversation, but not without getting in his last word. "You worry too much about someone you barely even give the time of day."

Anakin stopped in his tracks, suppressing the urge to fling his master back into the wall. Why must he always speak on things he knew nothing about? He had to keep away from you for his own sanity, for the sake of his role as a Jedi Knight. The late-night trysts were already enough to throw him off, what more if he had spent more time with you? What more if his eyes met your ever-curious, teasing eyes more than he had to? Any touch from you would make him unravel and leave him vulnerable. He hated how easily you had him wrapped around your finger, and he hated the fact that you didn't know it even more.

He had to be selfish with you, keeping you close during the nights and pushing you away anywhere else. You were part of the little faith that he had in the Republic, the faith he had in himself. You made him feel truly needed, desired, and loved. He was already falling for the hedge maze that was you, and if he tried to navigate you more, he would only end up more lost. However, thanks to Obi-Wan, he had to be even more selfish with you. He needed you alive, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep you out of harm's way, even if it meant stunting your growth as a Jedi.

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She does not have a beard to play with when thinking...

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Qui-Gon Jinn discovers you and your twin brother, Anakin Skywalker, on Tatooine after being stranded there during a mission. He senses excellent power in the Force in you and Anakin. The Jedi Order takes a chance on the two of you, not without strict guidelines. A bond is slowly made between two Jedi, pushing the boundaries of the ancient Order.

This is the story of power, war, friendship, order, and love.

MAIN STORY CHAPTERS

THE PHANTOM MENACE

ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR

ATTACK OF THE CLONES

FIVE / SIX / SEVEN / EIGHT / NINE / TEN / ELEVEN

THE CLONE WARS

TWELVE / THIRTEEN / FOURTEEN / FIFTEEN / SIXTEEN / SEVENTEEN / EIGHTEEN / NINETEEN / TWENTY / TWENTY-ONE / TWENTY-TWO / TWENTY THREE / TWENTY-FOUR / TWENTY FIVE / TWENTY-SIX / TWENTY SEVEN / TWENTY-EIGHT / TWENTY-NINE / THIRTY / THIRTY-ONE / THIRTY-TWO / THIRTY-THREE / THIRTY-FOUR / THIRTY-FIVE / THIRTY-SIX / THIRTY-SEVEN / THIRTY-EIGHT

REVENGE OF THE SITH

THIRTY-NINE / FORTY / FORTY-ONE / FORTY-TWO / FORTY-THREE / FORTY-FOUR

OBI-WAN KENOBI

FORTY-FIVE / FORTY-SIX / FORTY-SEVEN / FORTY-EIGHT / FORTY-NINE / FIFTY / FIFTY-ONE / FIFTY-TWO / FIFTY-THREE / FIFTY-FOUR / FIFTY-FIVE

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A NEW HOPE

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THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

SIXTY-FIVE / SIXTY-SIX / SIXTY-SEVEN / SIXTY-EIGHT / SIXTY-NINE / SEVENTY

RETURN OF THE JEDI

SEVENTY-ONE / SEVENTY-TWO / SEVENTY-THREE / SEVENTY-FOUR / SEVENTY-FIVE / SEVENTY-SIX / SEVENTY-SEVEN

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THE LAST JEDI

EIGHTY-FOUR / EIGHTY-FIVE / EIGHTY-SIX

THE RISE OF SKYWALKER

EIGHTY-SEVEN / EIGHTY-EIGHT / EIGHTY-NINE

ASKS / QUESTIONS / ONE SHOTS

AGES

PLAYLIST

REUNITED

HIS TURN

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Fem obikin ily

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anakinskywalkerog · 9 months

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My Very Soul (Chapter 33)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 32

Warnings: grief!! depression!!! tread lightly!! things will get better, our girl will heal, but please engage with this only if you feel good/healthy yourself! also, drama/angst, but that's what you get from me

Summary: Anakin comforts you after the death of your Master; you wrestle with some difficult truths, and agree to train with someone new

Word Count: 2.7k

It was heavy. There was no other way to explain it. Your grief was a heavy pillow, suffocating you as you lay in your bed. You felt like the sheets might swallow whole you under the weight. The feel of Anakin's arms around you faded in the face of the soft, quiet, heavy feeling pressing on you. It was like being underwater. It was like trying to fight wind stronger than a hurricane. It pushed you down, and you felt like you had no strength to fight against it.

You'd awoken after Felucia in the Temple's medical chamber, Anakin at your side. You had no memory of anything that had happened after Yuma had been killed, and you didn't understand why Anakin looked so full of relief, why he had tears in his eyes at the sight of you. Obi-Wan had simply explained that you had lost consciousness, similar to the way you had when encountering Dooku's presence. Something in Anakin's face told you that it wasn't quite that simple.

Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, much, about what had happened after your Master had been taken from you. You couldn't find it in yourself to care about anything at all, other than the arms that remained around you, other than having Anakin by your side. You found that there were times when even that desire started to fade; when you felt the heaviness pressing in and lost any feeling at all.

"Y/N," Anakin whispered, shaking your arm a little, reaching over to run his fingers gently through your thick hair, pushing it away from your face. Every so often he would say something like this, something soft and gentle, like he were trying to make sure you could still hear him.

"I'm here," you replied, not looking at him, but reaching out and gripping his sleeve. Anakin brushed away the tears that fell softly and steadily out of your eyes and onto the sheets of the big bed in your Jedi apartment, situated in the Knight's Billet in the Temple. This is where you had remained for days, barely moving, barely sleeping or eating, struggling to fight the weight in order to keep breathing.

After you had left the medical chambers, you had recounted to the Council how Vyra had lured you into that cave, how she had manipulated the severity of the battle on Felucia and used the Sith dwelling to call to you in order to trap you and 'torture' you. You had told them what she had said of her reason for doing so, her grudge that she had held since you had been assigned your mission on Serenno. You had explained what she had recounted about Dooku and his mysterious "Master"; you'd noticed that Yoda and Windu had shared a look at that information. You couldn't bring yourself to care, at the moment, what that meant. You had struggled for breath, standing in the center of that circle of Jedi atop the tall tower, as you had recounted the last moments of Yuma's life: how she had been in the throes of a horrible vision, caused by the poison that made her live through her worst fears. You could barely get the words out when you described Vyra killing your Master, and taking her lightsaber. Obi-Wan had stood up to walk you out, his hand on your back the whole way back to your apartment, his face grim. You hadn't emerged since.

"Y/N," Anakin said again, stroking your face, your arm. "You need to eat something." You shook your head. The thought of moving at all, let alone eating, drinking, sounded too hard. You felt the heaviness pressing in on you.

"I love you," Anakin said again, and the agony in his presence was like a spark, a stabbing pain that brought you out of the heavy feeling, if only for a moment. Your eyes filled, again, with tears.

"I know," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

"I'll be here with you," Anakin said, reaching forward to kiss your eyelids, brushing the tears away with the gentle press of his lips. "I won't let them make me leave."

"You can't stay forever, Ani," you sighed, curling into him, wishing your words weren't true.

"I won't—"

Anakin cut off his words, feeling the same disturbance in the Force that made your senses heighten. Someone was coming.

A soft knock sounded on the door of the apartment. You and Anakin both looked at each other, sensing the presence that stood outside.

"Maybe he'll leave," you breathed into Anakin's ear, not moving. Anakin remained still, listening. You waited, holding your breath.

"Y/N," you heard, Obi-Wan's soft voice calling through the door as he knocked again. If he came into the apartment, it would only take a few steps past the kitchen for him to see through the open bedroom door, where he would find you and Anakin in bed together—

"What do we do?" you whispered, panicked, your eyes widening. Numb with grief you may be; but if you and Anakin were caught, it could risk your position in the Order. Anakin's eyes darted around, and landed on the tiny wardrobe built into the wall. Jedi Knights were granted little storage space, as they were not to keep possessions of their own.

"Anakin, he'll sense you!" you whispered frantically, but Anakin was already up and running in his boxers to the wardrobe. He sucked in his gut and used the force to close the wardrobe's doors as you heard Obi-Wan's voice sound again from outside the door.

"Y/N, I'm coming in," Obi-Wan said, his voice gentle and suppliant. You pulled yourself up in your bed, fighting against the heaviness in your limbs as you used the Force to summon your robe, hastily throwing it on over your nightgown as the door to your apartment opened and Obi-Wan stepped inside.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," Obi-Wan said as he walked forward to stand in the open door of your bedroom. You knew you probably looked like Moraband; you hadn't visited the refresher in days, and your hair was a tangled mess on your head. You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts linger on the dark circles under your eyes.

"That's all right, Master," you replied, your voice hoarse. Obi-Wan walked forward and pulled the chair near the window around so that it was facing you. You gulped as he turned, looking back to you as if to ask, may I ? You nodded, gesturing that he should sit. Obi-Wan had never been inside your apartment before—his presence startled you enough that you felt the heavy numbness backing away from you.

"I came to bring you this," Obi-Wan said, leaning forward in the chair and pulling something from the pocket of his robes. As he reached out to hand it to you, you sighed in amazement.

"How...?" you asked, leaning forward to take your lightsaber from him and gripping it. You felt each familiar divot of the hilt like you had found an old friend lost to time; you felt the ghosts of tears prickle behind your eyes, and you willed them away.

"I recovered it for you, on Felucia," Obi-Wan responded quietly. "When you were found, in that cave." His tone was careful, quiet, and solemn. "I wanted to return it to you before, but...it seemed a difficult enough moment." You thought back to facing the Council, to the whirlwind of emotions you'd faced upon waking up here, in the Temple, without your Master, for the first time in your life.

"Thank you," you managed to get out, looking back up at him and keeping your tears at bay. He simply nodded. You looked around, feeling awkward, working to keep your gaze anywhere but on the wardrobe behind Obi-Wan's back.

"I also..." Obi-Wan started, and you met his gaze, his face lit by the rays of sun streaming in through the partially closed blinds. "I am also here because I wanted to make a proposition to you."

You squinted, gripping your robe around yourself, inclining your head to indicate that he should continue.

"You are, of course, under no obligation to do so..." Obi-Wan started, rubbing his hands over his mustache and through his beard. "But...I know how important it was to Yuma that you work on your ability, to block out the presences of the Sith." At these words, your heart dropped. The weight came back in full force, pushing you down. It was an effort to keep yourself seated, to not lay back into the sheets and give in to the heaviness that pressed into you. You swallowed, nodding. "I would like to continue your training, in that regard," Obi-Wan said, watching you intently, his voice soft. "Not to pick up where Yuma left off, necessarily. But to work to make sure you are fully in control of your abilities...so that, when the time comes that you must protect yourself, you are as prepared as you can be. I would like to do everything in my power to help you."

You struggled to breathe evenly, working the air in and out of your lungs. You knew that Obi-Wan meant well—that he was trying to show care for you, and for Yuma, by offering to help. And you knew you needed the help, knew now that your susceptibility to the dark side of the Force was a liability. So you couldn't help but hear the unspoken truth behind Obi-Wan's words—that it was your fault, what had happened on Felucia. That if you had made more progress in your lessons with Yuma, she would still...

Be here, you finished in your head, your eyes welling up against your will. You didn't need Obi-Wan to tell you. You knew the truth. You knew who was responsible for Yuma's death.

"Y/N," Obi-Wan started, leaning forward like he wanted to do something to comfort you, but you shook your head, letting the tears fall.

"I'll do it," you said, pushing against the heaviness. "I'll train with you." It was all you could manage. Obi-Wan paused, as if debating, then leaned back in his chair, putting his hand down.

"Good," Obi-Wan replied, his voice contemplative. "I'd like to start right away, given that the war has made it so my time at the Temple is limited. Tomorrow?" You nodded, looking away from him, your face flushed at your embarrassment. You'd never cried in front of Obi-Wan, and you didn't like it—you didn't want to feel weak around him, the Jedi who was always so very much in control. Until recently, you'd thought of yourself and Obi-Wan as similar souls, similar warriors who kept their emotions in check. You now realized that you were useless in more ways than one, that people like Obi-Wan would always surpass you. You wanted to go back to sleep.

"The last thing..." Obi-Wan continued, his voice unnervingly gentle. "I wanted to tell you," he said, leaning forward in his chair, waiting until you looked up to meet his gaze, "that you aren't alone. Though I know that no one and nothing could ever replace what Yuma was to you—to all of us—I want you to know that you still have family, here. That you still have a mentor that cares for you deeply." You blinked, the brazen affection in this statement disarming you.

"And that if you ever need to discuss anything," Obi-Wan continued, "anything, even things that you wouldn't bring to others in the Order, you can come to me. Whenever you need." You could have sworn Obi-Wan glanced infinitesimally toward the wardrobe, but it was so fast, you must have been imagining it.

"Thank you, Obi-Wan," you said, your voice small, your gratitude sincere. You felt so much affection and adoration for the Jedi Master sitting in front of you. You wished only that his faith in you wasn't so displaced. You felt your body shaking, the effort of pushing off the weight beginning to wear on you.

"That's all," Obi-Wan said, smiling at you as he stood, walking toward the door. "I'll expect you in the meditation chambers tomorrow." You nodded, feeling drained. "Don't—don't be unkind to yourself," Obi-Wan added, pausing in the bedroom doorway to turn back to you. "All of this is hard enough as it is." You nodded again, wondering how he could sense what you were thinking so accurately. Obi-Wan turned away, striding for the door to the apartment.

You listened as the front door slid shut, waiting, your heart beating. He didn't return. You sank back into your pillows, pulling the robe around you in a cocoon as you heard the wardrobe door slide open.

Anakin didn't say anything as he lay down next to you, pulling your whole body and cradling it in his arms, burying his face in your hair.

"Training might be a good thing," Anakin whispered, in a tone like he was trying to sound optimistic. You pulled yourself closer to him, your body quivering as if you were cold. You felt the tears at the edge of your eyes again, felt the quivers turn into quiet sobs.

"I'm here," Anakin said, kissing your head and stroking your back. "I'm here." What else could he say? Everything certainly wasn't okay. You tried in vain to calm the sobs, but they continued. Whenever you fought the numbness enough to stave it off, this was what happened. It was, in some ways, worse to feel.

"I should have been there," Anakin said vengefully, his voice shaky, "I shouldn't have left you." You inhaled, quickly, another sob breaking out of you.

"Are you saying—are you saying that you could have prevented it?" You pulled back in Anakin's arms, looking him in the face, your eyes wide. "That it's my fault, that she's...that she's...?" you felt your body continue to shake. Unfamiliar anger pulsed through you, the bitter anger that was only self-directed. You needed somewhere to put it. Nothing made sense, anymore. Your brain turned to fire.

"No, of course—no, Y/N, of course that's not—" Anakin started, alarmed, gripping your arms as you pulled farther away from him.

"You don’t have to say that, because I already know!" you replied, shouting now, as you pulled yourself out of the bed, standing before him. Anakin was on his feet immediately, his arms outstretched for you, but you backed away. "I know what happened is my fault entirely!! If I hadn’t—choked—if I had just listened—"

"Y/N, no, no, that's not it, no, listen to me, that's not..."

"You heard Obi-Wan," you continued, sobbing again. "And you said it yourself. Yuma was right. I was a liability, and because of me, my Master is dead."

"Y/N!" Anakin was shouting now, reaching out for you again, but you pushed him away, backing into the corner of your bedroom and sinking to the floor.

"Just leave," you choked, closing your eyes, feeling the world around you start to sway. "Just go." The world was starting to fade.

"Y/N," Anakin said gently, moving toward you slowly, his arms outstretched like he was approaching a loose rancor. "Y/N, it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault. I didn't think that for one second, and neither does Obi-Wan."

"Just leave," you repeated, softly, your sobs coming freely now. You didn't deserve to be comforted. You wanted to descend into oblivion. You were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, in your arms. You looked around, but saw that your vision was blurring over.

"I can't do that," Anakin murmured softly, and you felt his hands prying at your arms. You hadn't realized you'd been gripping your knees so tightly. You started to breathe quickly. "Look at me, Y/N," Anakin whispered, and you looked around, frantic now, your eyes clouded, unable to see. "Come back to me," Anakin breathed into your ear, and you blinked, his face swimming into view.

"I can't ever leave you," Anakin said, pulling you into his arms right there on the floor. You wanted to reply. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't ever leave him, either. You wanted to promise that the two of you would be together forever. But the world had changed, when Yuma had been taken from you. Or, you had changed. You now knew that everyone, no matter how much you loved them, would someday vanish. You didn't understand it—how one day, someone could be so very real, and the next, they could be gone. And Anakin would vanish, someday, too. You leaned into him, feeling how very real and alive he felt, with his arms around you. You felt the heaviness descend as you wept.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Summary: Your brother fell to the dark side, now you must watch him die.

Warnings: Angst, death, fire, choking,

Did I miss some important parts of his and Padme's talk? Yeah, probably. Do I care? No.

But now, as you ran down to talk Anakin out of the dark side you realized, it was real.

~☆~

You begged for this to not be real. You pleaded with the air, hoping that you would wake up and everything would be normal.

Padme was crying, staring into the eyes of the man that she loved, only to realize that this was no longer her Anakin.

He caressed her, holding her as she too prayed this was a bad dream.

"Anakin, please, this isn't right!" You cried out, hoping that the man you considered a brother would finally show.

"I did this for the both of you." He revealed, smile on his face.

"You, Padme, and our child." He started, staring into her eyes. "And you, Y/N. Now we can all be together, rule the galaxy!"

He took both of you into his arms, pressing you into a suffocating hug. You and Padme made eye contact, tears were leaking from both of your eyes.

Padme pulled back, "You're breaking my heart," She swallowed. "You're going down a path I can't follow!"

"Because of Obi-Wan." Anakins demeanor changed. He was no longer proud of his victory. He was colder, his expression was harder.

"No because of what you've done, what you plan to do!" Padme cried. "Stop- stop now, come back!"

"I love you!"

"Liar!"

Padme was now holding her neck, and Anakins hand was raised towards her. Obi-Wan was yelling, you couldn't hear him, you couldn't hear a thing.

You knew Anakin was yelling but all you could focus on was Padme's unconscious body.

This was no longer Anakin.

You had heard the way he used to go on about Padme. You were the only one to know, the only one they trusted. Padme had rushed to you as soon as she found out she was pregnant, and you urged her to tell her husband, who was more than thrilled. It was all going so well. Things were finally going right in Anakins' life. His wife was pregnant, the war was ending, then.. Palpatine. Anakin was warned.

You looked back up and Anakin and Obi-Wan were gone....Oh Maker...No...

~☆~

You finally made it to Obi-Wan's side, falling down to your knees as you heard Anakin's wails of agony. You attempted to crawl down to where Anakin was writhing. However, your movements were stopped. Obi-Wan was holding you in place.

"You were the chosen one!" Obi-Wan yelled, pain leaking into his words.

"It was said that you would destroy the sith, not join them!" He cut himself off to breathe, "Bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!"

Your screaming mixed into Anakins cries. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape the force.

Obi-Wan forced you to stand and pulled you a little further up the hill, stopping so that he could reach down and grab onto Anakins lightsaber.

"I HATE YOU!" Anakin yelled, still writhing in pain.

Obi-Wan stood staring at Anakin, taking in another breath.

"You were my brother Anakin!" He told the dying man, "I loved you."

Anakins screams got louder as flames engulfed his body, the lava finally reaching his cut-off legs. Obi-Wan had to look away, not being able to bear the sight before him. So instead, he looked at you, watching as you attempted to break from the invisible force holding you. He listened as you repeatedly pleaded out against the universe.

Obi-Wan lifted you from the ground again, this time holding you over his shoulder as you tried to reach out for Anakin, him doing the same for you.

"ANAKIN!" You screamed, tears rushing down your face. "NO, ANAKIN!"

You had to accept that Anakin was dead.

Your brother was dead.

~☆~

Or so you thought

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