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vadersassistant · 1 year

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Irresistibly Yours One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) has been hiding across the galaxy for a year, attempting to flee her husband alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi, but now it is over. When the Sith finally tracks her down she must make a choice, continue to live a lie or leave with the man she loves. Takes place during Kenobi with altered events. Reader is previously a Jedi married to Anakin Skywalker.

Warnings: Make out session, mentions of sex, slight violence (not towards reader)

A/N: The poll I made landed in a 50/50 between suited Vader and nightfall Vader so I'm giving you the best of both worlds. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.

“You have to go,” I demanded, turning away from the door in horror.

“(Y/N),” Kenobi pleaded.

“He wants me Obi-Wan, we don’t have a choice,” I reasoned. “You know he will continue to harm those people until I come out from hiding.”

“He’s going to try and take you.”

“And I’ll try and throw him off my trail, at least one of us needs to escape.”

“I understand,” he said, after a moment of silence. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“May the force me with you Obi-Wan,” I nodded to him, saying the old phrase intentionally.

“You as well.”

I watched him enter the secret tunnels in the back of the workshop before it slid shut, and audibly sighed. I knew it was hopeless, it wasn’t possible to ever escape him. I couldn’t, not with how well he knew me. A part of me didn’t even agree with Kenobi, as he still believed in the Jedi and being heroes. I had changed, and their morals didn’t resonate with me any longer, not since the fall.

My body shook, as I ran as hard as I could once opening the door. It was loud on purpose, everyone standing in the little street seeing me and yelping in surprise. I saw the inquisitorious point in my direction, calling out my action for their lord. I could feel it, even though I couldn’t see his face beneath the mask. I could feel that he was looking at me, the two of us making eye contact for the first time in a year. He was massive, even taller than before and stronger than ever, right on my tail as I fled. I was quick, my legs carrying me into the maze of shipping crates and dirt from afar. I should have been quieter, but I knew that wouldn’t do much. He could track me in other ways, like the force.

His cold presence clung to my shoulders as I ran between the mounts that acted like walls. I needed to throw him off, but I knew it was impossible. He was too intelligent, too quick. His steps were twice as much as my own, the force connection that bound us inseverable. My heartbeat picked up, so much so I could hear it as if it were right in my ear. My hands were trembling lightly from the thrill of fleeing.

“There is no escape,” his modulated voice said, but I couldn’t tell where it came from.

“I’ll never join you,” I whispered.

The Sith was nowhere to been seen. I backed up, returning to my original pace and attempting to find him again in the pitch black, even though his suit was the same color. He hadn’t ignited his saber yet, although it didn’t make much of a difference, since I hadn’t ignited mine in months. In truth, I hadn’t touched a thing related to the Jedi in a year. All of it, including the force, I severed myself from, up until he started hunting me down.

He invaded my dreams, doing everything in his power to get to me. When he came, it wasn’t painful, it felt amazing, too good; feelings I only experienced in his presence. He tried to pleasure me, sooth me and coax me into joining him, promising to save me from Kenobi. He abused our connection from our time as Jedi’s, seeping into my conscious and speaking to my thoughts, ghosting my body with his invisible touch. Every time I thought of him, I thought of the past. I told myself I didn’t love him, but we both knew it was a lie.

“Really?”

I knocked into something hard, strong hands coming around my upper arms. They kept me in place with ease, essentially locking me in my tracks. I looked up and swallowed, knowing I was done for.

“Vader,” my breath was short. I wouldn't call him Anakin.

“My dear,” he said.

“I am not your dear,” I tried to back up, but it was no use. My chest tightened, feeling his thumb rub my skin comfortingly.

“Yet you are weakening in my hold,” he spoke sweetly, opposite of his reputation. If anyone else rejected him, they would be dead, neck snapped, I knew that.

“You’re a liar,” I said unfearingly.

“You are the only one lying here, (Y/N),” Vader replied. “Don’t deny me any further.”

His voice lit a fire across my entire body, smooth yet so deep I could have lost it right then and there. It took everything to keep my composure, a fake stubbornness still trying to hold up across my face. I wanted so badly to do a million different things. A part of me thought to leave, to escape and flee once again. But another part of me wanted to follow him, leave Kenobi behind, and go into the depths of hell.

“I will never join you, Sith,” I used his new title as an insult. “Now let go of me.”

“Your thoughts betray you, my love,” Vader said. "I feel your conflict."

“I hate you.”

“Hate is not an attribute of a Jedi, or you,” he entertained. “You are too caring to hate.”

He was right, always right, and knew me far too well. I sighed aloud, as he still held me and I could just feel the victorious expression through his mask.

“I married Anakin Skywalker, not you.”

“Anakin Skywalker still remains, but only for your pleasure,” he rebutted. “I am here, waiting for you, my dear. You and I can overthrow the emperor, become the galaxies newest destined rulers. Leave Kenobi and set yourself free, do what we both know you long to. We are mean't to be together.”

I looked into his helm, hoping that I might see his eyes through the blacked-out visors. My lips parted just slightly, breathing hitched as my hands rested on the Sith’s chest. You could see it, Vader's muscles breaching the clothes he wore. The armor fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, hands so skilled and trusted. My head dipped, succumbing to what I truly thought.

“I’m supposed to kill you, to try and run away.”

“I know,” he leaned forward, his mask hovering over my head.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this,” I my hands turned into fists, pounding on his chest in frustration.

“But you don’t agree with Kenobi,” he finished.

“I don't."

“So, join me, my dear,” Vader coaxed, placing a leather glove on my jaw to tilt my head upward.

I breathed deeply, my pupils slowly dilating while taking him in.

“Take the mask off."

Surprisingly, the Sith didn’t argue. He let go of me and slipped his thumb around the rim of the helm, like he needed to turn something off. A hissing sound followed, confirming my suspicions, and he lifted it above his head carefully, dropping it onto the ground. I watched it fall, clinking on the ground as if he didn’t care for it. My eyes slowly trailed back up, seeing his true appearance in what felt like forever.

His hair was the same length, wavy and brown, yet in the face he had grown so much. His jawline was even more developed, the scar still remaining on the right brow. The most prominent feature was his eyes, gold with red rimming the irises. His gaze was more alluring than before, a look I easily got flustered from. He grinned at me checking him out and let out a sexy and low laugh.

“Still have the same effect, don’t I?” Vader asked, his actual voice being used.

“Even better,” the words formed before I could think.

His robotic arm curled around the back of my head, the two of us enclosed on the space between. I slid my arms between his neck, kissing him deeply without hesitation. It felt like a war between hell and heaven, holding my breath for as long as possible while taking the Sith in. The further we went, the worse it got, to where I wrapped my legs around his lower waist and he held onto my ass. We would take short breaths touching each other as much as possible during it, enjoying as much as we could, the both of us starved from one another.

It was no surprise Vader got the upper hand, trailing his lips over to my cheek and down to my neck. He carried me over to a tower of crates, one sitting alone in front of the stack, sitting me down on it gently. I leaned back as if it was a wall, and sounds slipped from my mouth naturally. They were rare to come by, not having heard them in months, my husband well aware. I felt Vader smile as he got onto the crate as well and trailed his hand up my thigh to my top. He was straddling me, making me feel like I was weak, and it was to die for.

More whimpers left my lips, and I knew what he wanted. The Sith fiddled with the zipper of my jacket, remaining eye contact with me while doing so. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, forcing me to shudder as he started to take my clothing off. I wanted him so badly, feeling his cod piece harden against my thigh, but we both sensed something nearby. The two of us froze, silent as his cloak shielded me from anyone’s line of sight.

“Obi-wan is near,” I whispered.

“He has come back to try to take you away from me,” Vader said, his hands now placed on both sides so that I was caged in. It was protective, the look in his eyes possessive.

“We must go, you have to have a ship nearby,” I told him.

“I do, follow me,” he nodded.

I slid off the crate, slightly upset we had been interrupted, but there wasn’t time to think about it. Obi-wan would never forgive me if he saw this, and I preferred that I remained on good terms with him. Vader called for his helmet with the force, it quickly suctioning to his hand and then being placed on his head. I kept up with him, weaving through the maze of construction until we got closer to the town. It seemed that most of the Imperial forces had been ordered to leave, Vader having called them off unsurprisingly.

The people that once lingered around were all inside, sleeping away in fear from what happened. Behind all of the buildings was a ship, the shadow of it coming into view from around the corner. It was the infamous Tie-Fighter the Sith always flew in, extremely well developed and luxurious. He lifted up the hatch with a wave of two fingers, offering a hand politely to help me up onto the top. It was only when he got in first and sat down that I realized where this was going.

The ship was small, meant to be a one seater and easy to maneuver. Vader took off his helmet once more before shooting me a suggestive look and patting the inside of his leg. It created little space for me to sit in his lap, but I didn't think much of it, all I knew was that what had stopped before was about to resume.

LMK what you all thought about this. I honestly can't decide which Vader I like more so this was very fun to write

#darth vader x you #darth vader x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #darth vader imagine #anakin skywalker imagine #darth vader x y/n

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forcemeanakin · 7 months

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ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱᴇɴ

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

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

Previous inspo: Link

BACKGROUND:

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

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

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

THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?

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

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

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

And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:

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

BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:

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

So texting was basically everything you could do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.

GOING PUBLIC:

It was at a red carpet

You two went in separate cars

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

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

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

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

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

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

DATING:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS

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

But then

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

"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"

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

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

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

You know what you'll come home to

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

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

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

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

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

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

KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM

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

FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA

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

So motherfucking supportive it hurts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A photo of his back while he's making breakfast

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

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

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

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

VS FASHION SHOW

OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know you'll pay for it back home

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

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

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

It was so fucking hot.

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

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

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

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

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

you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews

LAST BIT

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

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

You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.

"Where did you hear that?"

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

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

PEOPLE GO WILD.

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

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

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

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intermundia · 2 months

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one of the most impactful stylistic choices in the revenge of the sith novel is that that stover will sometimes slide into 2nd person. i can't think of any other star wars book that does that, but i also can't think of a book that tries as hard to be a classical tragedy.

the formula for catharsis is a combination of pity and fear, feeling aching sorrow for someone whose choices led to disaster, and feeling the dread of knowing that their choices were relatable. the 2nd person encourages the latter kind of tragic identification.

stover uses it to great effect the last three pages of the book, in a section beginning "this is how it feels to be anakin skywalker, forever" which takes you by the hand and walks you directly into hell:

The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain. The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh.

And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker. That it was all you. Is you. Only you. You did it. You killed her. You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself... It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith— Because now your self is all you will ever have.

this kind of direct address ("you killed her") encourages the reader to feel complicit in what just happened, directly involved in the horror. the narrator is inviting you to fully inhabit anakin's consciousness as he experiences the horror of self understanding, realizing with him that he's doomed to persist in a life that is unrecognizable in its misery. you're pushed inside his broken body, his broken heart, his broken mind, and you feel how deeply human he is, for all that he's a monster. it's an highly effective emotional gut punch.

#rots novelization my beloved #sw #sw books #bless u stover i hope u kno some weird nerd thinks you killed it #anakin skywalker

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kowaiitenshii · 11 months

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[Sunkiller Lullaby]

Pairing: Darth Vader x Reader

Plot Summary: A slave girl given to The Empire as a token of loyalty, known as the Flower of Beauty on your long since destroyed homeplanet, you’re nearly sent back to be executed before Darth Vader deems you worthy of saving. What will happen as you form a new life as the personal servant to a Sith Lord?

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Murder. Mentions of death. Corruption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Reader is a former slave. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of mistreatment. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns & descriptions used. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 4.1k

A/N: Here it is! My first time writing anything Star Wars related, but most certainly not the last :) I’ve thought about this for a long time, but some things may still seem OOC so I’m sorry for that! Otherwise, please enjoy!

(p.s. I highly recommend you give a listen to the song that gave this fic its title, Sun Killer by Spiritbox!)

Part I:

The trembling sound of chains dragging across slick tiled flooring wakes you as two Stormtroopers led by an Imperial Commander haul you carelessly through the corridors of what you assume to be an Imperial ship.

The air is cold on your bare skin, and the harsh grip of the Stormtroopers on your arms feels enough to be bruising.

Blinking blearily through the shroud of unconsciousness, there is a palpable darkness hanging in the very air around you, as if it had been waiting for you, billowing over you and filling your lungs like smoke.

The Stormtroopers drag your limp body into a huge open room in the core of the ship with high rounded ceilings and walls, all white, controls blinking throughout the room in greens and reds.

You don’t even have time to take in your surroundings and think before the Commander and Troopers stop abruptly, the Commander taking a step to the left side, revealing what they’ve brought you here for.

That’s when you finally see the presence that you’ve sensed since you awoke.

The imminent Sith Lord Darth Vader stands before the lot of you, his aura pulsing and filling the room, making the very air thick. His helmet has an appropriately severe expression to it and his cape billows around him as he turns.

The commander and troopers stand straight as pins, their nerves radiating off of them. You feel as if you could be sick.

“What is the meaning of this, Commander?” the Sith Lord demands, his booming voice breaking through the oppressive silence.

Despite your intense fear of the outcome, you stand straight within the confines of the grip the troopers have on you. You hold your head high, despite the icy dread that washes over you in waves. Your years as a slave had taught you well, and you dared not show fear in the face of those who would subdue you.

The Commander swallows, putting on his best little soldier facade as he speaks before his master.

“A gift from the Hutts, Lord Vader.” the man speaks with enthusiastic trepidation. “They wish to show their loyalty to the Empire. They called her ‘The Flower’ of her home planet, for her beauty.” he babbles as he informs his master.

You subtly roll your eyes at the way the Commander sounds exactly like a used parts salesman.

Darth Vader stares at you for a prolonged moment, and you hate the way that you cannot tell where he’s looking. You stare back at him despite the sinking in your stomach, refusing to look away, to submit.

The rule of those in power was that of animals, those who submit die.

You knew that well.

“Send her back.” The Sith Lord commands plainly, and your heart drops.

Your ears ring as you hear the commander stumbling.

“S-Sir, I’m afraid we can’t simply ‘send her back’, she was a gift, and she-she, um.” he pauses to take in a shaky breath. “Her planet was destroyed long ago my Lord, if we send her back, she will be dishonoured and they’ll just kill-”

You jump slightly as the commander is suddenly cut off, literally choking on his words. Vader clenches his fist in front of him tightly as he chokes the man using an unseen force.

“Then perhaps you should have considered this sooner, Commander.” Vader spits.

The commander is rooted in his spot, turning purple and clawing at his throat.

Vader looks again to you, glued to the spot, pale as a ghost and trembling, and you can feel him creeping through the very life force within your body, tickling under your skin and flowing through your blood stream.

“Take her away.” The Sith Lord commands the troopers with a flick of his wrist.

The troopers drag you away, the sickening sound of the commander’s neck snapping echoing behind you as a tear slides down your cheek.

However, to your surprise, the troopers don’t lead you to a ship, or a pod, or containment. Instead, they unceremoniously dump you into a large and lavishly furnished Imperial suite, the door sliding shut behind them.

You spend a moment there on the carpet, wiping your tears and trying to calm your fear of the uncertainty before really taking a moment to look at your surroundings.

Still sniffling, you pull yourself together and get to your feet. You’re in a large room, darkly-coloured with ambient lighting throughout. The magnificent bed with silken, plush sheets of crimson is the centrepiece of the room.

To the right side of the bed there is a large window in the room, spanning the length of nearly the entire wall adorned with tasselled curtains.

Adjacent to the front of the bed is an entrance to a large washroom, equipped with both a soaking tub and a walk-in glass shower.

You’re shocked as you marvel at the luxuries at your disposal, revelling in the abundance of the suite. It’s like nowhere you’ve ever had the chance to inhabit before.

You waste no time in taking a lengthy bath, filling the tub with the salts and oils provided. The hot water does you well, soothing your aching muscles and your anxious soul. You can’t even remember how long it had been since you soaked, often being doused by cold water by your captors or simply being forced to bathe in streams.

You shudder at the memories.

You then dress yourself in the thick robes provided in your closet, and bask in the newfound comfort.

Nobody bothers you for the remainder of the evening, left with nothing but your thoughts and the passing stars beyond the window. You solemnly ponder your fate, curious of Lord Vader’s intentions.

You knew very well that he easily could have disposed of you the moment he laid eyes on you, which leaves you with a horrifying question.

Why keep you?

If he was keeping you, that is. You knew your life was not entirely guaranteed, but then why would Vader waste his time in keeping you for a night?

This is what scares you.

Never finding an answer that satisfies you, you lay in the satin sheets with the unnerving feeling that somebody is watching, creeping just out of the edges of your mind; close enough to feel them, too far to see.

In the meantime, Darth Vader sits in contemplation in the privacy of his chambers. Taking you in is undoubtedly an inconvenience, and he would have to think long and hard to find an explanation worthy of the Emperor.

However, for reasons he did not fully understand… he could not deny you. He had no doubt of your status as the Flower, the beauty of your homeworld, that was evident. What intrigued him however, was your signature in the force. He could feel your presence so acutely, piercing through him like the ringing of bells.

He had no doubt you were sensitive to it.

If this were to be true, you could indeed be quite useful to both he and the Emperor, given the implication that he could break you to the dark side.

He could feel your resentment, your anger, your lust for power; no doubt instilled in you by your years spent in torment.

So it was decided.

He would accept you, house you, mold you. And then he would break you.

Turning away from his window with purpose, he leaves to find a Commander to send a message.

As you drift into sleep, you feel the dark presence again, tickling at the corners of your mind, creeping at the corners and crawling on the ceilings.

You try your best to shove it away, but it’s stronger, more steadfast than you are.

Unable to push the dark presence away, you relent, pulling your blankets tighter around yourself and trying to ignore the uneasiness.

Eventually, you fall into fitful sleep, your mind full of dreams. For the most part they are very average dreams. Dreams of living an ordinary life, doing ordinary things. That is, except for the fleeting shadow that looms over your shoulders, or the piercing eyes you catch glimpses of in the darkness.

The next morning you’re left to sleep as long as you please, waking up on your own agenda for the first time in countless years. Dragging yourself out of bed, your body still tired from dreaming the entire night through, you rise and dress yourself in darkly-coloured robes and underdresses. As you brush out your hair, anxiety begins seeping back in. You still had no clue as to why you were kept alive, or if your life was even safe to begin with. No idea what would be done with you, and no way of escape.

After you’ve finished grooming, you’re greeted by a friendly droid sent to bring you breakfast. You eat well, offered a spread of toasted breads, honeyed butters, jams, and all manners of fruits and meat.

The droid speaks up once you’ve finished, chirping news at you.

“Lord Vader has requested your presence once you’re adequately satisfied, madam.” it announces cheerfully.

Your stomach drops at the thought, moving from comfortably satisfied to anxiously nauseous in a matter of moments.

Swallowing thickly, you part your lips to question the droid.

“Did…Did he mention why?” you curse yourself for faltering.

“No ma’am.” the droid answers to your dismay. “Lord Vader is exceedingly private in his affairs. I am afraid I am merely a messenger.”

Feeling yourself go pale, you nod slowly in response.

“I shall meet with him as soon as possible.” You concede, your voice barely higher than a whisper.

The droid throws its hands up joyfully, exclaiming its reply.

“Splendid! Lord Vader would like you to meet him in his private quarters, I shall inform him of your arrival!” The droid declares before abruptly leaving the suite.

Left with your thoughts, your mind wanders in circles. You wonder about the Sith Lord’s intentions, about what he will do with you. About if the treatment you’ve been receiving was just a penance paid for your impending death. You wonder about your fate, if this was meant to be your last meal.

For a short while you’re sick with worry. That is, until you remember your years spent under slavery. Those years in which you would have begged for the release of death; Those years in which you made peace with the quiet solace of oblivion.

It is when you remind yourself of this truth that you finally gather yourself from the table.

This is an opportunity, you tell yourself, and you dare not waste it.

After a short while, the droid returns to fetch you. As you traverse the sleek hallways with the silent droid, your ice cold nerves sink in. Your stomach twists in knots, becoming nauseous once again on your luxuriant breakfast.

The droid's artificial voice cuts sharply through the tense silence.

“I notice you’ve become pale, and your heart rate is increasing. These are common symptoms of anxiety.” the droid states in a cheerful tone. You chuckle slightly at the droid’s matter-of-factness.

“Yes,” you laugh. “I must be honest, I am a little nervous to meet with Lord Vader.” you give the droid the understatement of the century, and saying it outloud only makes the knot in your gut tie tighter.

“Not to worry!” the droid chirps “If Lord Vader meant to kill you, he would not go to the trouble of speaking with you first!” the droid attempts to reassure you. It does little to make you feel any better, your blood running cold from the words.

You spend the rest of the walk in silence, steeling your nerves. The droid stops abruptly at a large doorway, entering a combination into the keypad on the wall and stepping to the side as the door slides open.

“Here we are!” the droid chimes. “Lord Vader awaits you.”

The droid bows to you, and you nod your thanks to it before stepping into the doorway, the door sliding shut behind you.

Before you even step out of the entryway, you can hear the unnerving sound of the Sith Lord’s mechanical breathing just beyond, sending chills down your spine.

The room is large and open, covered in control panels and other strange technology save for the wall length window. You take a deep breath as you spot Vader by the expansive window, his back turned to you. The sight of him alone, broad back turned to you, dressed in his all-black suit and floor-length cape instils terror in you.

Here you were, alone in a room with the most powerful and most dangerous man in the whole galaxy.

Despite yourself and the urge to run screaming within, you pull it together and begin your approach. Holding your head high, you come to stand at the window next to the Sith Lord.

“Lord Vader,” you begin calmly before bowing “You sent for me?” you ask, hands shaking.

Finally, he turns to his left to regard you. The lights of the stars and the Imperial fleet beyond the window reflect off of his permanently scowling helmet, the unmoving coldness of its expression doing nothing to calm your nerves. The only thing that grounds you in this moment is the sound of the slow, deep breaths he takes.

“Yes.” Lord Vader affirms sternly. “I’d like to make you an offer.”

He catches you off guard with this, and you falter in reply.

“A-An offer?” you curse yourself again for stuttering, praying to the maker and straightening up as he turns fully to face you.

It’s only then that you notice how tall he truly is, having to crane your neck to look him in the face as he looms over you, heat rising to your cheeks purely from nerves.

“Yes,” he states plainly. “I would like you to become my sole personal servant.”

His words fall upon you with the weight of a thousand stones, your knees beginning to shake from the implication alone, threatening to crumble beneath the weight.

Never in a million years would you have believed what the Sith Lord just suggested, and yet there he was suggesting it.

At the same time, a flame begins to spark in your chest, ignited by hope. Your years as a slave taught you better than to refuse a good offer when you got one.

“As you wish, My Lord.” you accept loud and clear, bowing your head to him in respect, and gratitude. The part of you that is fully entrenched in servitude and the woes of it can’t help but become a bit excited at the promise of security as his personal attendant, while the side of you that remembers freedom feels a measure of guilt for relenting so quickly.

Still, your life was more important than the guilt you felt for agreeing to serve him. Anyone in your shoes would do the same, you were sure of it.

He hums in satisfaction at your response, nodding.

“Very well then. Starting tomorrow, you will serve me, and me alone.” he commands firmly. You only nod, looking up at him and listening attentively as he continues.

“You are to be at my disposal at all hours, save for when I command you to leave.” He states. While the idea pierces you with dread, you nod your compliance all the same.

“You will come when I call, whenever I call.” He iterates, a drop of venom in his tone. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord.” you affirm as calmly as you can.

“In return, no expense will be spared in caring for your needs.” he replies.

You can’t help the warmth that grows within you at the idea. In all your years of servitude, never had anyone given a single thought toward your treatment. Feeling overwhelmed, your breath catches in your throat.

It feels too good to be true.

Here you were, thinking the droid was delivering you to your demise, when really you were receiving an opportunity countless others would kill to have. The opportunity for long lost comfort, the opportunity for power.

You say nothing in response, smirking and nodding like a simpleton. As he notices your enthusiasm, Lord Vader’s tone turns harsh.

“But do not forget, girl,” he hisses. “I own you.”

Feeling yourself go pale, you swallow thickly, looking away as a wave of dread and shame washes over you.

“If you betray the faith I am putting in you, if you disobey The Empire…” he emphasises darkly, before pausing. Although you’re unable to read his expression, you’re sure he’s staring straight through you. His gaze burns you like fire, and you can feel fear gripping your heart.

“I will not hesitate in cutting you down.” he growls, and you can sense his stone-cold sincerity. You’re frozen with fear, feeling absolutely foolish for being remotely celebratory, even if only internally.

Blood running cold, shivers down your spine, you default to what you learned in your time as a slave.

Without thinking, acting completely on something akin to muscle memory, you drop to your knees. Steadying yourself with your hands, you press your forehead to the toe of Lord Vader’s boot.

For slaves, this is an ultimate display of respect and compliance to their masters.

“Yes, Lord Vader.” you affirm, strong and clear. Vader seems slightly taken aback, stepping back and leaving your forehead to hit the cold tile flooring. Your cheeks go hot as you rise, hoping he understood the gesture as you stand sheepishly before him.

“Very well.” he speaks again after you stand. “Starting tomorrow, you will act as my personal attendant. You may go. Rest.” He commands, turning away from you once more, his attention going back to the galaxy outside the expansive window.

Overwhelmed and in a daze, you turn to leave in what feels like slow motion.

The trip from Vader’s personal quarters back to your suite passes you by in technicolor. Bidding you a polite goodbye, the droid leaves you to your privacy.

Shell-shocked tears slide silently down your cheeks as you plop onto the bed. The gamble of putting your life in Vader’s hands did not seem like a winning one, but you had no choice. The feeling is gut-wrenching, and tears flow freely now.

You just felt so god-damned confused, it was making you sick. The last 24 hours hardly seemed real at all. It was useless to wonder ‘why me’ because you knew the answer would not come, but that didn’t stop it from running through your mind on repeat. You once again mourn the life you lived as a free person, the old wounds bleeding once again.

Your life was not extravagant by any means, living as a local farm hand, but it was simple. It was simple, and it was easy, and it was peaceful.

On your home planet, you were known by the locals and travellers as the ‘Flower’ of your city for your beauty, kindness, and good grace. These traits along with the rumours about them were the sole reason you had not been on-planet when it was destroyed.

While your home was under siege, you were stolen and trafficked into slavery for your proposed “worth” to slave traders.

The years after that, you lived as a ghost in a life that was not yours.

And now here you were, selling your soul. A better person, a stronger person, would have chosen death over serving the Empire.

But years of torture had twisted your spirit, broken you. No longer were you that kind and graceful girl from the village everyone had known and loved. Years of torment molded you into something fearful, something hurt and covetous. And you hated yourself for it, though you had no power to change it. The part of you that now craved power, craved vengeance on those who had destroyed you is unchangeable.

Many years you had spent yearning to torment those who had stolen you, who had taken everything from you. Many nights had you spent dreaming of all the ways you would destroy them given the chance.

And now here it was, a chance dropped into your very lap. The chance to get close to the face of the Empire. Not only that, but Lord Vader himself guaranteed your safety. There were not many more of those who would be as trustworthy in that guarantee. After all, he was the strongest man in the galaxy.

Sniffling, you begin to wipe your tears. You had already agreed with Darth Vader, there was no point in tears now anyway.

If you were to do this, and you were, you were going to do it well.

Rising from your place on the bed, you finish wiping your tears and begin preparing for the days ahead of you.

That night is again filled with dreams.

You find yourself on a lush windswept hillside bordering the sea, the air fresh and salty as it blows through your hair and across your face. Blissfully you stroll along the cliffside, breathing in the fresh air. As you walk, you begin to see a cloaked figure in the distance.

Really, you sense him before you see him. His energy mirrors that of the sea below, mesmerising, tumultuous, and full of depth. You’re drawn to him, slowly making your way to the place at the edge of the cliff where he stands.

The sunset melting in hues of pink and orange highlights his figure against the horizon, and when you reach him he turns to face you.

You’re struck by his beauty, as if he had stepped out of a painting from the old Republic. His jawline is strong, his lips are plump, and he has a heavy brow with sandy coloured curls of shoulder-length hair framing his features. Yet the most striking thing about him is his eyes. They are the very same piercing, fiery eyes that had haunted you the night prior, framed by long cherubic lashes.

But in this moment, you felt no fear. In fact, you were serenely calm, sensing no malice or ill-intent of the man before you. He too, was very tall as you stood in front of him, having to look up to look him in the eye.

You both stand there for a long moment, looking at each other, taking each other in and feeling each other’s energies. You can see the compassion and empathy he has for you in his eyes as well as sense it radiating warmly off of him, as if he knows your life, as if he had lived it too.

All this, and you had never seen him before in your life. And yet somehow, it felt completely normal. As if you had known him forever, and you were just now remembering.

After a long while he opens his arm to you, beckoning you to join him. You follow without a second thought, coming to his left side and allowing him to drape his arm over you and pull you close as you both watch the sunset. His cloak drapes over your shoulders as he holds you, warmth falling comfortably over you with it. He smells deeply of leather, of musk and of burnt wood, and you breathe him in deeply. He gazes at the sea as you rest your head on his chest, in ecstasy purely from the simple act of human contact. It has been years since you’ve experienced the simple pleasures of being close to someone, and you savour every single moment. The tips of his fingers ghost over your left arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His arm comes up and he idly brushes his fingers through the soft locks of your hair as you listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Being held by him felt like home.

As you both watch the cerulean waves crashing against the shore below, he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and your eyes flutter shut.

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Lightsaber graphic credit: @saradika

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Ooh I just saw a cute little AU prompt I wanna see if it can be used! So it’s the soulmate au where the reader shares eye color in one eye with their soulmate. I’d love it if you could do an angsty fluffy Anakin x reader would mate au with Anakin in his revenge of the sith era? Also, I was wondering if you write for Stargate or know any writer who does on here? There’s not enough Stargate love and it makes me sad 😞. Thanks lovely!

The Look of Terror In Your Eyes

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader; Soulmate au!!!!

Summary: Reader is one of padmé’s handmaidens, and while joining her on Mustafar, she finds a familiar pair of eyes. Eyes that shouldn’t be as red as they are…

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: fire, sobbing, sith, evil anakin, star wars stuff, related violence (not really) Idk, you let me know…

A/n: Thank you so much for waiting and requesting! Took a while to get out but I was feeling the angst after ep 7 of The Last Of Us. 😭😭😭 Also, sorry, I don’t know any writers for stargate! i had to look it up 😭😭, but if anyone has any recommendations, comment them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, sorry for the long break y’all!!! <33333333

P.s: I love the soulmate au trope!!!!! <3

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[Name] always loved the idea of a soulmate. The mere thought of a perfect person for her, a soul that perfect for hers sounded marvellous. Two hearts connected by the grace of the universe, or as the Jedi believe, the force. Many people debated the origin of this special connection between organisms; specifically humanoids. Some thought it was their planet’s deity that blessed–and in some cases, cursed– the living beings with companionship, others thought it wasn’t real, that it was all just some trick of a decease or parasite. But most have concluded and agreed that it was the work of the seemingly magic that holds the universe together; the force.

[Name] was a big fan of any theory or story she could hear about soulmates. Free time was spent asking the people around her about their second eye. She always wondered how other’s knew which eye was whose, and she was always met with, “You only know when you meet them, when you lock eyes.” [Name] often liked to imagine what her soulmate looked like. Which eye would be her soulmate’s and which would be her own? What would her soulmate look like with a body around her matching eyes? Would they be brunette? Blond? Would they be a man? Be a woman? What would it look like when they eventually locked eyes? Would their eyes fill with the amount of love [Name] knew that she would feel for them?

Thoughts of her special someone flooded her mind every moment she had time to think. And as much as she loved to think about it, she hardly had time too. [Name] was a busy girl as she was a handmaiden of Padmé and often was travelling, doing one of the other girls make up or switching places with Padmé in order to keep her safe. The senator was the girls main priority and honestly, she was their pride and joy.

This busy job didn’t keep [Name]’s thoughts from wandering at night and like a magnet, her mind would gravitate to her soulmate. She only began to think more about it after a trip to Naboo, where [Name] learned of two of Padmé’s previous handmaidens who were soulmates and had met each other through the former Queen’s protection program. While a wonderful story, [Name] couldn’t help but think about if she would meet her soulmate on the job, if ever. It was a large universe and more often than not, soulmates die before they are ever able to meet the soul destined for them.

Days in the senate were quiet and beyond mundane. And while every once and a while Padmé and her causes would get a win, those times were few and far in-between. Majority of days were spent in the rooms that were provided for the senators, pouring over documents and finding information on how to fix the wrongs of the galaxy, diplomatically.

But these issues are never resolved overnight, and after years of tireless hours of dedicated work within the senate, [Name] found herself less and less hopeful of the wonderful life she pictured outside of the senate. She dreamed of a life with her soulmate, back on Naboo, where she could be with her family and friends. Somewhere nice, somewhere where she could live out the rest of her life out in peace surrounded by everything she has ever loved.

Those dreams always seemed silly once she was sat in the senate, watching over Padmé time and time again, no hope that this life would cease. That the war would end and they could go back home once they finally had did all they could in repairing the senate. That [Name] could finally live out her happily ever after with the one she dreams of, but knows nothing of. Nothing but what one of their eye’s looks like.

Although soulmates could come as romantic or platonic, [Name] never cared. [Name] would be happy to not be lonely. To have someone by her side for the rest of her life. That was all [Name] dreamed of. Not being alone.

That was why she took the job after all. Of course, when the former Queen calls, it is hard to decline the honour of protecting the one and only Padmé Amidala. But that deal becomes a whole lot sweeter when there is a promise of a group of girls accompanying you. A promise that you will not be alone. That was very incising for [Name].

And while most of the senate meetings were snore inducing and late nights reading and rereading documents was beyond tedious, it was made incredibly better by the girls who had also agreed to lay their lives of the line for Padmé. They had become a sisterhood of sorts, a unbreakable friendship formed between them and there was an unspoken understanding that while they worked with Padmé, they were in for anything. That meant life or death, they stood together in order for Padmé to prosper.

That security meant everything to [Name]. In fact, that was everything to [Name]. Since she joined Padmé on her trip to Coruscant all of those years ago, [Name] has practically forgotten who she used to be, and was convinced that a part of her lied in this job. And that part would be ripped from her if she ever left the job, and she would be left alone.

Her dreams of meeting her soulmate never died though. In fact, that is what got her through every day. Every day that she spent with the people she loved so much, every day she dreaded them being taken from her. Thoughts and dreams of a perfect world, with her perfect person. No war, no slavery, no crime, just two souls meeting and living out the rest of their lives, just one day at a time.

But as she stood in front of the mirror of the fresher, all of those thoughts flew out the window. Traveling with Padmé as her escort, [Name] ended up on a J-type Naboo star skiff headed towards Mustafar. [Name] didn’t know why they were going to Mustafar or what would be waiting for them on the old mining planet, but she did know that she wasn’t ready.

It didn’t matter what met them on Mustafar, because all that really mattered to [Name] in the moment, was her reflection. Or more specifically, her right eye that had turned a gnarly, fresh blood red, with irises the colour of acid.

It only took a matter of moments before [Name] found tears running down her face. She pulled at the skin of her cheeks, moving in closer to look if what she had seen was right before closing her eyes. It was a vicious loop; pull, look, cover. She wasn’t sure how long this went on for, finding herself heaving on the floor what felt like a century later. What was she going to do?

She had heard of Sith eyes. Many had, especially if one had spent any time on Coruscant. The tales of Jedi going to the dark side were relatively popular in the upper-levels of Coruscant. The nasty evil that had become a cataclysmic emergency in galaxy had ruthlessly killed millions with no regard for life. That was of course until the Jedi Order vanquished them. The nasty plague that was the Sith had been thought to have been defeated, extinct, as of many, many years ago. But yet, her [Name] was, with her right eye as bright as the sun, glowing so bright, it was as if it was haunting her.

What does this mean?

Am I going to die?

Am I Sith?

Will I hurt innocent people?

Am I evil?

Thoughts infiltrated her mind without mercy and terror tore through her brain like a violent hurricane. Her mind was spinning.

Millions of lives have been lost at the hands of the Sith. Millions of innocent caught in the reign of terror the Sith brought where ever they went. How could [Name] be like them?

Then it hit her like a freighter.

Her soulmate.

Her soulmate, the one she had dreamed and fantasized about her whole life, a Sith. Pure evil, working for causes that only bring harm to the universe. Lying on the floor, [Name]’s sobs wracked through her body, the only rest she got is when she started to violently leave heave before more tears and loud sobs found their way from her lungs.

It made sense though, she was never a Jedi, never force sensitive. So why would her pair of eyes be the distinct aggressive colour of the force sensitive Sith?

The Sith wasn’t her, so that only left her soulmate. Her wonderful, beautiful soulmate of which she has never met. And as she curls deeper into herself, [Name] questions whether she would actually meet them.

And whether or not she wants too.

Just as [Name]’s sobs and shook started to subside, [Name] felt the familiar jolt of the ship landing. A cool chill shot up her back as she made her way to her feet. Looking into the mirror once more, she found that both the eyes were back to how she remembered them to be. What they had always been her entire life. Wiping her eyes, [Name] tried to clear all evidence of her tears and break down.

[Name] closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. The sound of the ships engine shutting off reminded her of where she was. Right, Mustafar; the place where Padmé was rushing to in order to help a friend. Letting out a breath, she made a promise to herself to help Padmé out with whatever.

[Name] stood next right next to Padmé as the hatch lowered and the red hazed glow of the lava coated planet overwhelmed her vision. As she was momentary blinded, Padmé ran down the ramp towards a cloaked figure. From the distance, [Name] couldn’t hear much but she could make out a faint conversation as she slowly approached.

“I saw your ship, what are you doing out here?” The brunette man spoke as he leaned into the hug Padmé was giving him, before pulling away and holding on to the sides of her arms.

“I was worried about you, Obi-wan told me terrible things,” Padmé looked up at him, and from her tone of voice, something [Name] knew very well, it was evident that Padmé was very upset.

“What things?” He questioned, not harshly, but certainly not in a tone of voice one should use with a senator.

“He said that you’ve turned to the dark side. That you…” Padmé began, before pausing, struggling to find the strength within her to whisper the words.

“Killed younglings,” She muttered in horror. Terror was set in her eyes, but there was not quiver of disbelief in her tone, no indicator to [Name] that this man wouldn’t do such a thing.

“Obi-wan is trying to turn you against me,” The man spoke after a moment, his voice deep with the familiar feel of unnerve that Padmé and her handmaidens have become so used to in the senate.

“He cares about you, Anakin,” Padmé argued, although it didn’t sound like an argument, more like a plea. “He wants to help you.”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed, “Nothing can save me, only my new powers can do that.”

Padmé took a step back and [Name] took two steps forward.

“At what cost?” Padmé looked into his eyes once again, and as [Name] could see, she was begging. “You’re a good person. Don’t do this.”

“I am becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of,” Anakin's gaze was intense, his eyes narrowed on Padmé as if at any point she would stab him and run away.

“I am more powerful than the chancellor. I-I can over throw him,” Anakin began taking steps forward and quickly Padmé started taking steps back.

“And together you and I can rule the galaxy, make things the way we want them to be,” Anakin stops moving, watching Padmé eagerly in hopes that she will agree.

Taking another step back, Padmé shakes her head, “I don’t believe what I am hearing. Obi-wan was right. You’ve changed.”

Anakin scuffs, shaking his head before raising his finger, “I don’t wanna hear any more about Obi-wan. The Jedi turned against me, don’t you turn against me,” That sounded like a command.

“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re my best friend, you are like my brother,” Padmé plead, her voice broken and littered with heartbreak. It might not have sounded like it, but those few words meant everything to Padmé. Those words were like a code that only one of her handmaidens could crack. That [Name] could crack.

The words whispered of betrayal, of heart break and of a familiar love that she cannot part with. She truly loved Anakin, the sister in her seemed to shine through as she spoke with the man.

“You’re going down a path I can’t follow.”

“Because of Obi-wan?”

“Because of what you’ve done,” Padmé sobbed, her voice raising as she neared her breaking point. [Name] finally made her way behind Padmé as she spoke again, “Because of what you plan to do.”

And as [Name] laid her hand on Padmé’s shoulders, bring her back slightly, Anakin’s eyes were back on the ship. [Name] rubbed Padmé’s arms gently in attempts to comfort the distressed girl and as she did so, it was almost as if she could feel the rage from the man behind her. [Name] tried to pay no mind, busying herself with the sobbing girl before her. Padmé’s head raised, looking up from the spot she marked on the ground, and gasped as she made eye contact with you.

“Liar!” Anakin yelled, bring the attention back to him. And when [Name] eyes drifted over to the simmering man, she found herself looking into a very familiar set of eyes.

Her eyes.

The same pair of eyes that stare back at her in her reflection every day, mirrored.

A gasp left [Name]’s throat, bringing his attention to her. As his gaze connected with hers, his eyes faded from one red, and one of [Name]’s to just infectious red. A wave of comfort went through [Name]’s body as she stared into the eyes that she has been dying to meet.

But instead of relief, or joy, [Name] only felt gutted. The harsh heat from the surrounding lava did nothing to sooth the soaring stinging in her eyes as she watches the man before her look behind her again. She hardly even notices when another man, a Jedi, passes her. As angry words were exchanged and she found herself losing focus, standing by the side as she watches the Jedi and the Sith duel to the death.

Her world just flipped its axis, leaving her body to adjust. Emotionally, physically. The biological reaction to meeting one’s soulmate was to release serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin, all chemicals in one’s brain responsible for happiness. But in this moment, those hormones were only adding to the increasing feeling of emptiness growing in her heart.

She had just watched her supposed soulmate turn to the dark side before her eyes. Choosing to assist the death of others rather than assist the quality of living for others. Everything [Name] and Naboo has ever help to fix in the senate could be destroyed in a snap of her own soulmate’s fingers.

How was she going to live her life know what she was tied to? Would he come back to the light? Would he die? Would she?

Or would she give up everything she has ever known for the chance of a life partner? Someone who will never leave her.

[Name] drops to her knees, a suppressed sob managed its way to the surface, bringing sharp tears from her eyes.

The famous Anakin Skywalker, former Jedi knight, [Name]’s soulmate, leaving tears in her eyes. And as she watches the blurry two duel, she finds that not only is there tears in her eyes, but also terror.

A/n: I got a little carried away with this, and it might have gotten a little off topic, but I hoped you liked it. I haven’t edited it yet, but I will get to it! Thank you so much for reading and waiting!!! <333333 Let me know what you think! Love y’all to the stars!

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marveloustimestwo · 1 year

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Would you mind doing something for yandere Anakin finding out his 3rd child was taken to mandalore, maybe smth Abt him trying to force their helmet off? Only if you want! Thank you so much if you decide to!

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Yandere themes, Reader was raised in a cult (aka the Watch), kidnapping, and Anakin crosses Reader's boundaries.

Anakin would be such a hypocrite when it comes to his Mandalorian-raised child.

Like, even if he had his suit in this scenario, he doesn't really register the boundaries of not wanting the helmet to be taken off. He would viciously kill anybody for trying to take off his own helmet or trying to take off yours either, but when it comes to him?

He's your dad, obviously, he's the exception.

He spent so long not even knowing you existed. Finding out that not only does he have two kids, but three, it's gut-wrenching.

When you, Luke, and Leia were all separated as babies, your brother was sent to your father's home planet while your sister was taken in by Bail and Breha Organa. You ended up in the hands of the Children of the Watch.

Growing up, you never know about your real parentage. You assumed that you were an orphan like everyone else in the Watch, and you were raised with their teachings and beliefs.

You were raised as a warrior, never to take off your helmet around those outside of your family.

When you became of age, you left the Watch to go out on your own. You knew of the Sith Darth Vadar, of what he had done to the universe, but you had always operated under the assumption that there was nothing you could do about it. After all, you were just an inexperienced Mandalorian.

It's a few years later when you found out that you actually had family out there. Unfortunately, that revelation wasn't under the best circumstances.

You were the only one of your siblings to have not met the other two. Even after learning that you were out there from Obi-Wan, both Leia and Luke decided it was best to keep you out of their mess.

After learning this same information from reading Luke's mind, Darth Vadar dragged you right into the mess instead.

Vadar had resources all over. Considering how the Watch had let you keep your last name, it was quite easy for him to track down the Mandalorian named Skywalker.

The skills you learned from the Watch would do you no good in the face of what Anakin was willing to do to get you, and soon enough, you're trapped on his ship with all of your weapons taken from you.

And surprise, surprise! Anakin also wants your armor to be taken from you as well.

He wants to see what his child looks like, and wants to speak to you without that annoying mask getting in the way.

Protesting and fighting will only get you so far.

What do you mean your armor is integral to your religion? Oh, so only your family can see what you look like underneath it.

Well, you're in luck, kid, cause your blood-related father is standing right in front of you! Anakin will force everyone else to leave, but the helmet is still coming off.

Anakin is incredibly stubborn, and when it comes to you, he's also pretty delusional. You're his child and he was kept from you long enough. Just let him have this.

#yandere #yandere star wars #yandere anakin skywalker

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firstofficerwiggles · 6 months

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His Mark

Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x afab reader (no feminine pronouns/terms used)

Rating: M/E, 18+ only

Word count: ~3800

Warnings: Jealous Sith Obi-Wan (he has zero chill), he calls you ‘sweetheart’, smut, explicit descriptions of sex (oral and p in v), reader has a vagina and a clit, Obi-Wan carries reader (he can regardless of their size because he has the Force and is also very strong - our man works out)

Notes: This is dedicated to my friend @kavecika who greatly inspired this idea. The character of Lucas is very loosely related to one of her OCs, although I definitely did him dirty here (but he knows I love the real him).

Looking in the mirror, you try to adjust your uniform collar higher to hide the sizable hickey on your neck. Your friend with benefits had been particularly enthusiastic when you hooked up on Saturday night, and you’d been into it, if only to chase pressing thoughts of your boss, Lord Kenobi from your mind. You sigh. Lord Kenobi is sure to notice the mark, the man notices everything, but you wonder if he’ll bother to comment on it.

“Why do I even care what he thinks?” you ask yourself.

But you know exactly why. The two of you have been doing your own hooking up around his office for a couple months now. He’s kept it to a fun, no-strings-attached office affair. There’s no feelings involved, no seeing each other outside of work, hell, sometimes he doesn’t even kiss you. At first you were simply giddy with excitement to receive such attention from him along with the most incredible orgasms of your life. Lately though you’ve found yourself wishing you could be more to him. But how are you supposed to have that conversation with a Sith Lord and your boss no less?

“Excuse me, sir, but would you consider being my boyfriend?” you say out loud to yourself and then cringe at how awful it sounds. Yeah, best to keep these thoughts inside.

This was why you had jumped at the invitation to attend Lucas’ birthday party. You and he had been in the with-benefits situation for a while now. It was light and easy, and for a little while on Saturday you’d managed to forget your handsome boss with his piercing golden eyes and literal magic hands. You shake your head, and then grab your stuff for work, heading out before you’re late.

Lord Kenobi stares at the mark on your neck, peeking out at him from the stiff collar of your jacket. It’s like a caution light to him, a warning that someone else has been there. He knows it’s a lovemark, it has to be. And it irks him. He sighs. You’re becoming a bit of an issue for him. When he chose you for his assistant, he knew he’d have you bent over his desk in days. Yet as much fun as he’s had with you all over his office, you’re entirely too desirable, too fuckable, and much too damn important to him than he wants to admit. It’s why he’s kept you at arms’ length, a nice fuck but nothing serious. He doesn’t do “serious”. Being serious about someone leads to a loss of power, and before you know it you’re pussy whipped, like Anakin. He shudders at the thought. He tells himself he doesn’t care that you see people other than him, until the evidence of that is staring him in the face. He sighs again as he watches you go over to the caf machine. His feet follow you of their own accord.

“So, pleasant weekend, my dear?” he asks lightly.

“Ah yes, thank you, I went to a party,” you respond, then add, “I hope you had a pleasant weekend too?”

“It was dull,” he replies with a shrug, “Definitely not as pleasurable as yours.” His eyes flick to your neck.

You laugh lightly, "Yeah, it was an entertaining party."

"I like parties," he replies with a tip of his head.

"Maybe I should invite you to come with me next time," you're half-joking.

"I'd like that. I'd like to meet your friends," he says, his tone showing interest.

His fingers brush over the bruise on your neck, "I'd be interested to meet the friend who left this. Is he a close friend? A boyfriend?"

"No, I- I mean he's close enough, but I don't see him that often, definitely not my boyfriend," you stumble out a reply.

"Bold of him to mark up what isn't his," he states, as he stares into your eyes and leans closer.

"No, not his," you echo. Your skin feels heated where he touches you, you'd swear he was about to kiss you.

"Lord Kenobi, I need your attention on this mission plan," Commander Rampart bursts into the office, and the moment evaporates.

Later, back at your desk you catch sight of your reflection in your comm pad and the bruise is gone. Lord Kenobi healed it.

Even with the mark erased, Kenobi can still see it there on your perfect neck. His stomach churns with what feels like Mustafarian lava the more he thinks of you with another man. He spends the day imagining you in other men’s arms, in a variety of positions, each one more salacious than the next. It has him half hard and yet seething all day. He snaps at everyone except you. He choked Rampart for bursting into his office unannounced, threw a cadet across the room just for coughing during a meeting, and even made a squadron of purge troopers clean the refreshers in his building because he wasn’t satisfied with their mission report. He can’t have this, it needs remedying immediately.

“Do you have any plans this evening, sweetheart?” Kenobi’s smooth and civilized voice inquires as you’re putting things away for the day.

You look up in surprise at his calm demeanor. He’s been an absolute bear all day and you’ve done all you can to be quiet and industrious so he doesn’t take his anger out on you too.

“No, I’m not doing anything,” you reply at a loss to why he could be asking.

“Excellent, in that case you’re free to accompany me tonight,” he states, summoning your coat with his powers and holding it out for you.

Your heart leaps in your chest. You don’t dare refuse him, and honestly you’re excited about the possibility that he wants to see you away from the office. He tells you nothing about your destination as his driver whisks you across the skies of Coruscant. Instead he makes pleasant chatter with you, gossiping about various admirals and sharing little tidbits to make you laugh. He’s the epitome of a charming gentleman, the opposite of the moody grump he’s been all day.

When the speeder stops you can see that he’s taken you to his posh apartment, with the gorgeous view of the city. You've been here before for various administrative reasons but you've never been invited in as a guest.

He settles you on the couch overlooking that twinkling view and he hands you a delicious glass of wine. He sits next to you, relaxed,

"Tell me how he fucked you."

You nearly spit out the wine.

"What?"

"Tell me how he fucked you, your friend from the party, I want to know." His tone is even, but there’s a demand in his words, “Start at the beginning, whose idea was it?”

“I- um… he suggested it and I thought, why not? It was a party and well, it- it wasn’t anything all that exciting,” you reply, your face burning as you stumble over your words.

“He clearly thought it was exciting enough to bite you,” he retorts dryly, “What position were you in?”

His golden eyes bore into yours and clearly you’re not getting out of this conversation easily.

“I was on top, he was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard,” you tell him, wondering if that’s enough detail.

“He made you do the work, hmm? Did he at least thrust up into you while you were riding him? Maybe use his fingers on your clit?” Kenobi inquires, apparently he wants to hear even more.

“No, he didn’t thrust really, I was just grinding and bouncing on him,” you report, “And his hands were on my chest the whole time… he did play with my nipples though.”

“Rather lazy on his part,” Kenobi remarks, “Did you at least cum?”

“I- I did,” you admit, you feel like you’re going to combust with the way he’s staring at you right now.

“What’s his name?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

“Lucas,” you reply, conveniently leaving out his surname.

“And did you shout, ‘Lucas! I’m cumming for you!’ or something similar?” Lord Kenobi sounds angry again.

You shake your head no, “No, no, to be honest I didn’t make much sound, I didn’t really want the other people there to hear.”

“Where did he cum?” he grinds out, a vein in his forehead has started to throb.

“On my stomach, I moved off him after my orgasm,” you explain, and you can see him relax at that answer.

He takes a sip of his wine, lowers his shoulders and looks visibly calmer.

“Do you have plans to see Lucas again?”

“No, we didn’t make any plans, no,” you reply, again shaking your head for emphasis.

“Good, I don’t want you to see him again,” he states, his voice is deep, rather husky, “I don’t want you to see any other man.”

“You don’t?” you ask weakly, his response to this whole thing has been beyond your imaginings.

“No. I want to be the man in your life, the only man in your life,” he declares.

You breathe in sharply at his confession, and then you look at him, considering his remark.

“Will I be the only one in your life? Because that’s what I want. I don’t just want to be your office affair, I need more than that,” you tell him, your cards on the table now, your voice as steady as you can make it when making such a demand of a Sith Lord.

“Yes, I’ll be faithful to you. You have my word,” he agrees, his eyes glowing intensely, “And I also want this to go beyond the office, I think everyone should see that you’re mine.”

“I believe you,” you reply, your heart pounding at the emphasis he placed on the word ‘mine’.

“Good. And now, sweetheart, I think it’s time I fucked you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

You barely have time to set down your wine glass before he’s tugging you to your feet and pulling you close. His mouth claims yours, hungry and passionate, kissing you as though he’s been dying to do so for weeks. You return his kiss, trying to match his passion, your hands gripping his strong shoulders.

Kenobi sweeps you into his arms, carrying you to his bedroom but never breaking your kiss on the way. When he gets you there, he tosses you on the bed and climbs on top of you. He tears open your uniform jacket, baring your neck better and then he pins your hands down with his. His mouth descends on you, kissing a path from your lips down the column of your neck until he reaches the point where Lucas’ mark was.

“My sweetheart,” he intones, before biting and sucking on your neck.

The feeling is exquisite, a blend of pain and pleasure combined with the knowledge of his desire to possess you. It’s a heady intoxication that makes you moan his name,

“Lord Kenobi…”

He lifts his head a moment, “Call me by my first name, Obi-Wan,” he tells you, his voice raspy with need.

“Obi-Wan,” you moan for him, delighting in the way his name sounds in your voice.

His response is a lusty growl followed by another sharp bite to your tender skin. He is determined to mark you up so that everyone will see that you are claimed. His hands get involved too, yanking at your uniform and exposing more of your skin. With each patch that is revealed, he kisses, bites, and sucks at you. When he gets to your underpants, he uses his teeth to bite the waistband and then he tugs them down and off you.

His large hands push your legs open wide as he looks between them, licking his lips.

“Lucas didn’t eat you out, did he?” Obi-Wan asks.

“N-no, that’s not really his thing,” you admit, still rather embarrassed to be giving him all these details.

“The man is an idiot,” he mutters, “Didn’t fully appreciate this treasure.”

His fingers reach out to trace through your wetness, too light for any type of relief but enough to get his fingers coated in you. You watch as he brings those fingers to his mouth, his tongue laving over them as he hums in satisfaction.

“Even better direct from the source,” you breathe, opening your legs wider for him.

He gives you his cockiest smile, “Let’s see, shall we?”

You expect him to dive right in with the hungry look he’s giving you, but instead he kisses the sensitive skin of your thighs. You squirm in anticipation of his touch where you really want it and then moan in surprise as he bites your inner thigh. Apparently the man isn’t done making his mark on your body. He gives you a second love bite on your other thigh, giving it a strong suck and then soothing it with his tongue. You are whimpering now, just desperate to feel him touch you.

“Please, Obi-Wan, please, I need- oooh!” you beg him shamelessly until he bites you again, harder.

“Be patient, sweetheart, let me enjoy what’s mine,” he admonishes you. His eyes positively glow at you as his lips ghost over the marks he’s just made. It’s maddeningly close to where you want him, but still too far. He pauses to look at you, quivering for him.

“So gorgeous for me,” he murmurs before finally licking through your core with intention.

You whimper in relief and he smiles into your skin. His tongue draws a path from the very bottom of your slit to the top of your sensitive clit. Lapping at you, his tongue spells out his name across the little pleasure pearl.

“Oh, yes, Obi-Wan, right there,” you gasp out his name in delight.

His tongue is magical on your body and the way he moves it has you writhing for him in no time at all. You can feel a tingling sensation on your nipples, and you know he’s using the Force to stimulate you there too. Always one to do things to the fullest, Obi-Wan adds his fingers inside you, crooking them exactly right to find that soft, spongy place that makes you gush around him. Your own fingers plunge into his silky hair at the combined sensations, you grip the golden copper strands as he works you into a tightly wound ball of desire.

He loves the way you tug on his hair, the little sounds you make for him, how incredibly wet you are for him, the way you can’t keep still, all of it is because of him and what he can do to you. He is confident no other man can make you feel the way he can, he can do things no other man has ever done to you, and he intends to keep showing you until his is the only name on your lips.

You tremble violently as Obi-Wan’s mouth, fingers, and magic bring you to your breaking point. You shout his name as every muscle in your body tenses before you explode in white hot pleasure. You feel as if you have become molten metal, melting into his bed from what he’s done to you.

He takes a moment to appreciate the way he’s ruined you already. His tongue licks up more of your slick and he enjoys feeling you shiver at the sensation. He stands up and quickly removes his clothing, for once not caring where his usually pristine uniform falls as he tosses it away.

You lie there panting as you feel him watching you. Then he returns to the bed, peppering little kisses across your skin as he crawls up to lie beside you. He looms over your spent form, dipping his head to kiss you. His tongue swipes over yours and you can taste your own release. He’s never done anything so intimate before, and it makes your heart pang with emotion.

Obi-Wan is throbbing with the need to be inside you. He presses himself into your soft skin, happy that you automatically spread your legs for him, making room for him where he belongs. He shifts his hips so that his cock can rub through your wetness,

“Do you feel how hard I get for you, sweetheart? Can you see how crazy you make me?” he breathes in your ear.

You moan in response, a combination of sounds that appear to be the word please.

It’s another boost to his ego that he’s already got you so desperate for him. He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes in with one fluid stroke. He holds himself there for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust. He looks down at you beneath him, your gorgeous face is full of desire for him. He drops his head down to capture your mouth with his. He kisses you torridly, his tongue deep inside your mouth as he takes all of you.

You sigh into his mouth, blown away by the sheer ardor and tenderness of the moment. Once he’s inside you, he’s usually off to a fast pace, pounding away at you. This time though he appears to be savoring the moment, enjoying every part of possessing you. Your hands stroke over his skin gently, memorizing how he feels like this, searing the sensation into your heart.

Obi-Wan wants to show you how good he can fuck you, that he can bring you to heights you’ve only dreamed of reaching. He wants to make you forget about all your other lovers. He breaks the kiss as he begins rolling his hips. He feels himself drag out of you slowly before pushing back into your velvet heat. It’s always a tight fit with you, and he loves how you clench hard around his cock each time as you can feel him pulling out.

“Sweetheart, feel how much your body hugs me, how it craves me, trying to keep me inside you, it knows you belong to me,” he drawls.

“Yes, Obi-Wan, yes, I’m yours… all for you… all I want is you,” you promise him between gasps as he thrusts harder, your words driving him on.

Your hands grip and massage his powerful shoulders and strong arms. You touch his chest, his sides, anywhere your hands can reach. You’re trying to tell him without words how desirable you find him.

The way you’re touching him is so tender, so sensual, it turns him on even more. You’ve never been this tactile during sex before, and he realizes it’s usually because he has you in a position where you can’t touch him like this. Or perhaps it’s because you never felt that you were allowed to touch him like this.

“Your hands feel so good on me, sweetheart,” he praises you, “You know I’m yours just as you are mine.”

Hearing him say that he is yours, lights a fire within you. You move your legs up higher on his body, squeezing tighter around his waist. It gives you more freedom to move. You rock your hips with his, moving in counterpoint to his thrusts, gasping from how good it feels.

“Mine… my Sith Lord… my Obi-Wan,” you moan out, looking right into his eyes as you stake your claim on him.

His eyes flash with your words and he crushes his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. When he lifts his head, his thrusts speed up and he looks deep into your soul as he demands,

“Say it again.”

“Mine… all mine… and I’m yours… yours.”

It’s getting harder to speak now, his cock is driving all coherent thoughts from your mind. All you can do is feel. You feel his breath, hot on your skin, followed by his mouth, kissing and biting at your neck again, then his hands shifting your hips higher, his cock, going even deeper and brushing up against the sharpest pleasure inside you and the incredible sensations of his use of the Force, making your entire being shiver with desire. You arch your back and throw your head into his pillows. Your voice is practically singing his name from the thrill of being so utterly claimed by him. You feel incredible as his power overtakes you, the pleasure spreads from your core to your entire body. It’s as if you are enveloped by a warm golden light that grows brighter and brighter until it consumes you completely and you explode in thousands of points of sparkling light.

Obi-Wan feels your climax both on his cock and through the Force. He welcomes your energy, allows it to blend with his. It brings him a profound sense of pleasure that he feels deep within his being. He feels euphoric as his body reaches his release. This time he doesn’t pull out of you the way he always has in the past but instead, he allows himself to cum deep inside you. The feeling is so sublime he moans your name even louder than before.

You hug your Sith lover to your body, you feel more connected to him than ever before, especially when he doesn’t immediately pull away from you. Instead he kisses you, pressing your body into his bed, your name on his lips between kisses and his hands caressing you with a softness that you didn’t know he possessed.

Obi-Wan manages to roll you both to your sides, and he wraps his arms around you. He basks in the afterglow of absolutely fantastic sex. He looks at you with a sense of pride. You look positively boneless, so blissed out and smiling from ear to ear. He tangles himself up in you, cuddling you to his chest until you both fall asleep.

The next morning, you’re getting ready in his obscenely large refresher, when he brings you a fresh uniform to wear. It’s different from your usual uniform, this one has a different jacket style with a v-neck. When you turn to check out your reflection in the mirror, you realize just how many love bites Obi-Wan gave you last night, none of which are even remotely covered by the new jacket.

He notices you tugging at your new uniform, “Problem, darling?”

“Well, um, this jacket doesn’t have as much height as my old one,” you reply, a touch embarrassed, “I’m not sure this look suits me?”

“I think it looks perfect on you,” he replies, not even bothering to hide his cocky smile, “Everything looks perfect on you today.”

Your face fills with heat as he comes up behind you, his hands coming around your waist, his lips at your neck.

“In fact, I think you should look like this every day. I’ll see to it, personally.”

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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—CASUALTY

pairing: din djarin x transmasc!reader

a/n: my apologies for such a late upload! i’ve been tired ;( also realized i made this way longer than it had to be, but oh well! i tried to take my own spin on the request!

REQUESTED BY @rottedmolarx

content: sci-fi related violence, injury, mild cursing

word count: 2.2k

premise: you and din stumble into some trouble on a bounty hunt and you get seriously hurt near the chest area. din needs to help patch you up, but he has yet to find out whatever it is that you’re hiding.

Din had been out since morning returning a favor to a friend who had helped you guys out once. You knew the work involved capturing a creature of some kind and the effort would be long and strenuous.

It was dark out and you waited patiently in front of the opening with Grogu in your embrace.

The sound of the crest’s doors opening made the young one coo in your arms. He stretched his little arms out, signaling for you to put him down; someone was excited to see their father.

You smiled and carefully placed the little one down before Din came through the opening. Almost immediately, Grogu was at his feet.

“Nice to see you too, buddy.” he chuckled, tiredly through the modulator.

At once, he picked him up and you watched the adorable father and son moment.

You found their relationship to be the absolute cutest! Din was not related to the young one in any way, however that didn’t stop him from traveling and escaping to the ends of the galaxy just to protect him.

In the time that you’ve spent with Grogu, you’ve grown to feel the exact same way.

Bounty hunting for a living while also having to take care of a small child together had caused tensions to rise between the two of you. The odd family dynamic had made them bound to happen.

You would catch him stealing glances at you and even finding ways to brush up against you or put his hands on you. For instance, you passing him tools and him grabbing them from your hands and letting his fingers linger for a split second before moving on.

It wasn’t too much out of the ordinary for you to ever question, but you liked his touch.

You would stare too, though you never noticed he could see you.

You had even grown close enough for him to reveal his real name. It made you feel guilty for hiding a part of yourself, but you knew everything had to be done at its own pace.

Your eyes were laid on the mandalorian since the day you two met, but you kept to yourself. You two just completed jobs together, nothing more.

You couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him anyhow. His prowess, his strength, his monotone yet charming voice, his surprisingly humorous personality, his…quite literally everything had you thinking about him nonstop.

Not only did you admire him in those ways, but you also wished you could be a bit like him. You wished you could possess the same amount of coolness he carried.

Those two thoughts were meant to stay hidden though. You shook your head slightly as to shake away the feelings and not get caught awkwardly, staring at Din.

He looked up through his helmet and nodded as a way of greeting you. You gave him a soft smile and he carried the child to the cockpit before taking a seat in his chair. Grogu moved onto his lap, cooed again, then snuggled ever so gently into his armor. You wondered how the small one could find the beskar so comfortable.

“Got us another bounty. Hoth. This one covers weeks worth of fuel and food. You up for it?” the mandalorian asked as he turned to face the monitors and look up said bounty.

The bright, luminous screen appeared suddenly over the control panel.

You sat in the co-pilot seat and closely analyzed the bounty. She was not of human race and appeared to be of some alien species you’ve never seen before; and you’ve seen a lot.

You examined her stats and noticed there was no reason given as to why she was wanted. You figured she was affiliated with some sith lord or something.

“Yeah, what do you say we head out tomorrow?“ you asked, turning to face him.

“Alright, first thing in the morning.” he sighed as he agreed.

“You should definitely get some rest first. You’ve had a long day.” you noticed how tired he looked, even through the beskar.

“Can you really tell?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh, please. Your two sighs away from passing out.” you joked, but you both knew it was true.

“Well, you had to watch over Grogu all day. I’m sure you’re tired. Someone has to get us to Hoth.” he countered.

“Din, I may be a little tired, but I don’t mind getting us there. Like I said, you need to get some rest.” you insisted.

“Do you even know how to get us to hyperspace?” he asked in an unsure tone.

“Yes, I can manage just fine. Now go to sleep.” you ordered.

He eyed you once more, “are you sure?”

“How hard can it be?” you shrugged as you shooed him out of his seat.

Din had no choice, but to obey and he put the child to sleep before falling soundly asleep in his small cot.

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Only hours later, Din was awakened by Grogu’s loud cries and the crest's violent, turbulent shakes.

He immediately got out of the cot and reached for the child. He frantically searched for you before remembering you were still flying the ship.

“What’s going on?!” he shouted over the blaring alarms.

“These starcruisers started blasting us out of nowhere! I’ve been fighting them off and trying to get us to Hoth! It's not that far now!" you shouted back.

Din pressed a few buttons on the control panel, then flipped a switch that finally ended the noisy alarms.

You were struggling to keep the cruisers off and fly at the same time. Din quickly placed the child on the co-pilot seat, then took control of the huge blaster and aimed steadily as the cruisers flew in front.

"Just get us there! I got these two!" he yelled, then fired a few shots to the back of the first cruiser.

You tried to focus amidst the chaos, but with every blast the crest took, the more your worry grew and the more your concentration broke.

"We're taking too many hits!" you shouted hectically.

"We're fine!" he shouted back, not wanting to face the fact that the crest was most definitely done for.

Lucky enough, you were nearing Hoth's exosphere and Din managed to fire one final blast to the first cruiser's pilot.

The second pilot, however, remained hovering nearby and followed the crest as you dove headfirst into the planet.

The immense turbulence you faced now was nothing compared to the potent shakes you guys were experiencing just a few moments prior. You were sure you were going to crash. The crest was in horrible condition.

You tried to steer as much as you could, but to no avail. You simply let go and mindlessly, reached for Grogu and Din, so you could tightly embrace them while bracing for impact.

The crest was subjected to a harsh landing on Hoth and you three flew out of your seats.

You fell to the ground from the impact to your head and though in much pain, you smiled in relief once you noticed the child was not hurt; you held onto him pretty tight.

Din was groaning in pain beside you. He turned his head to make sure you both were okay.

"You alright?" he asked, weakly.

"Sort of, just hit my head pretty hard." you managed to respond.

He took a pause before stating, "That pilot followed us here. Bet he crashed too and is lurking around."

"I'll go." you sighed as you tried to get up, but Din placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Uh-ughn, you stay here." Din was quick to oppose.

For some odd reason, he couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to protect you even though you had put yourself in danger many times before.

"You don't look so hot, either." you scoffed, then slowly got up anyway.

Grogu cooed at your feet, and you pet his head before helping Din stand.

"Let's both get him." he said, and you couldn't agree more.

You left Grogu inside, so he wouldn't have to face the cold weather.

You gathered all the muscle strength you could while Din walked as if he felt no pain at all.

Freezing bits of snow hit your face as you two trudged through the worsening blizzard.

It was difficult to see anything; only close obstacles were in view.

Din led the way and you followed close behind, scanning for a wrecked starcruiser.

You had begun to question whether or not the pilot had really survived the fall or not. You and Din had trudged for about 3 miles already.

Suddenly, a round of blasts were fired and you took a solid hit straight to the chest. You fell onto the thick snow and Din yelled for you.

You winced in immense pain. You tried to feel for the burning flesh, but you felt almost paralyzed.

The mandalorian turned his back and surged forward before adeptly unloading his blaster and firing at the cruiser.

He heard a grunt, then trudged forward a bit to see if he was down.

“You..will never get away with the child.” the pilot breathed out.

“I already have.” Din simply said as he fired a final blow.

At once, he picked you up and trudged as fast as he could back to the crest. He was worried sick.

Your eyes were shutting as he carried you back.

He placed you on the floor of the cockpit and went to go grab the bacta spray. He came back and was ready to take off your cloak and top.

Your eyes widened before blurting out, “I’m good! I’ll apply the spray myself, Din!”

He was confused. You were injured and you always allowed him to treat you.

“You’re hurt. Let me do it.” he proceeded to lift your undershirt, but you moved his hand away.

“It’s small wound, it barely even grazed me! Now let me do it.” you excused yourself.

“It’s gonna be hard to wrap the wound yourself.” he brought up.

Shit. This is it. you thought. There’s no other way.

“Fine.” you sighed as you gave up.

Din took off your cloak first, then slowly removed your undershirt. You watched as he noticed your binder, but to your surprise he didn’t comment.

He understood now and wanted to respect your privacy.

“Here. Apply the bacta yourself, then turn around so I can patch you up.” he finally says and hands you the bacta bottle.

Your brows furrowed as you took the spray reluctantly.

“You’re not going to question me? After all this time you’ve known me?” you asked, stunned.

“You don’t have to explain to me anything if you don’t want to.” he answered, reassuringly.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?” he asked with furrowed brows, though you could not see.

You remained silent and slowly turned to apply the bacta yourself.

“Could you help me remove it?.”

Din complied and took off your binder for you. His hands were gloved yet his touch was still soft.

You sprayed the bacta onto your fingers and lightly massaged it on the wound. You winced as you did so.

Afterwards, Din wrapped the gauze gently around your chest and you whispered, “thank you.”

You turned back around and put your cloak on once again.

You noticed he was staring, so you spoke again, “I was not born a man and I’m sorry for not being truthful.”

Din titled his head to the side before saying, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I admire you even more for your bravery.”

You looked up at him and smiled.

“The mandalorian admires me?” you jokingly asked.

“Yes, he does.” he chuckled. “Unfortunately, he admires a strong fighter who for some reason can’t properly fly a ship.”

You rolled your eyes at him and exclaimed, “Dank ferrik, it was those cruisers’ fault, not mine!”

He let out a chuckle again and you laughed too.

“So, you admire me?”

“Your nature and determination are what I like the most.” he complimented you.

He moved from kneeling to sitting beside you on the floor.

“Without your company, I don’t know how I would’ve survived these past few months.” he confessed.

“But, you’re doing most of the saving.” you said, puzzled.

“You and Grogu saved me from a life of loneliness, c'yarika."

You smiled at the nickname, though you had no idea what it meant.

"I'm assuming that's mand'oa? What does it mean?" you asked.

"It means...darling." he replied, and your heart swelled.

"I can't believe you just called me that. Say it again." you giggled.

"C'yarika?" he wondered.

"Hmm, I like it." you admitted.

You looked into his visor for a second before placing your hand on the side of his helmet. The beskar felt cold in your grasp.

"Thank you for accepting me the way I am." you began.

"I wasn't sure if I could disclose this part of myself. The galaxy can be a cruel place."

"I see you no different than before. I like you just as you are." he confessed once more.

Before you knew it, Din had pressed his helmet so he could lift it up a bit. Only the lower half of his face could be seen.

You moved your hand and placed it on his jaw. You leaned carefully to kiss his rough lips.

He moved in and you both took in the blissful moment as your lips connected.

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Hey Jamieeeeeeee

So about that Rex x reader thing…. 🤭 may I request that please? But can I ask if the reader can be apart of the war and gets hurt a lot because she cares about her troopers, like she can take on Krell with her bare hands because he looked at Rex wrong? (This totally isn’t related to an OC I’m writing a story about, wdym)

A/N: Hey, Sha!!! Hru? Hope this is what you wanted, srry it took so long! Please send requests guys!!!

It was well known in the Republic’s army that you were very protective over your troops, not to mention self-less. It worried many people - not that you were aware it did - including some of the other Jedi Generals, a particular Padawan and many Clones.

It showed now especially, when you stood in front of your Commander glaring down a monster taller than you. Said monster was staring at you with cold intrigue, eyes flickering with bloodshot yellow. It took a lot of your will and mind not to activate your lightsaber and plunge its blade into his chest right then and there.

“Master Krell,” you snarled, pointing a finger at him. “I am in charge of my own troops. I treat them the way I think is right, if you have a problem, you can take it up with Master Yoda, but never - and I’ll repeat, never - speak to my Commander or Clones that way.”

Your Commander was spluttering quietly behind you, desperately attempting to convince you to let it be. “General, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

“You forget, young one,” Krell growled, ignoring the Clone’s feverishly spoken words. “That you are below me.”

“I may be,” you snapped back, stepping away from your Commander and forcing Krell further away from your troops. “But many aren’t. Many that would agree with me.”

The Jedi glared at you for a few more moments, before turning and leaving. You smirked slightly, watching him storm off. But that was when it clicked. His eyes had been yellow, but not a normal colour yellow, bloodshot yellow.

The eyes of a-

Sith.

Without another thought you leapt forward, holding the blade of your lightsaber against his throat, giving you a clear look at the colour. “You traitor,” you snarled. Now that you knew, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d missed it. Krell was seeping dark energy.

“The only traitor here is you!” Krell snapped instead, his lightsaber clashing with yours. And so the fight began. You traded lightsaber strikes back and forth, your troops surrounding the pair of you, ready to get a shot at the monster when you weren’t in risk.

It wasn’t a very long battle, as you were a very skilled fighter. When you managed to push him far enough away, the Clones opened fire, and the monster fell limp. You arrested and detained Krell, comming Yoda to tell him of the betrayal. He was saddened, but grateful you’d spotted the wanna-be-Sith.

Only a few hours later, you found yourself in the medbay of Anakin Skywalker’s ship. Your memory was too foggy to remember why or how you got there, more focused on the lightsaber burns and near-misses on your skin. They were instantly cauterised by the heat of the lightsaber, but Krell had also managed to grab and throw you several times, leaving huge gashes seeping with blood.

The quiet of the room was interrupted when a familiar Clone burst through the door, worry rolling off of him in waves like a sea. Kix had left earlier after cleaning your wounds and giving you some meds or drugs that had definitely not helped with the foggy state your brain was in.

“Are you alright?” Rex called, rushing to your side. You couldn’t find the energy to respond, so instead you sat on the cot, rocking from side-to-side subconsciously. Your mouth tasted metallic already, and the idea of talking just made you want to vomit. “Cyar’ika?”

“‘M alright,” you drawled, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Rex’s shoulder, closing your eyes. Words felt like bricks on your tongue.

“You don’t look alright,” he fretted, assessing your state with a furrowed brow and fearful brown eyes. “In fact, you look anything but fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated, whimpering ever-so-slightly at the burn of bile in your throat. “Water.”

Your friend - or maybe you were more, but neither of you had really decided on labels - moved to grasp a glass and fill it with water, holding it to your lips gently. You took the cup from his hands gratefully, drinking quickly. Your throat burned less.

“Cyar’ika, what were you thinking?” Rex whispered, but it was rhetorical. He interlaced your fingers, his chin resting on your head. “You could’ve been killed. We don’t deserve to be stood up for like that, especially when it points someone else’s life on the line.”

You sat up abruptly, glaring weakly into his brown eyes. “You do!” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes. You were exhausted - mentally and physically - and wounded, a comment so carelessly said was more than enough to push you over the edge. “It’s not fair that you guys are so ill-treated, you deserve much more!”

You were slightly offended on behalf of your troops, as Rex wasn’t just talking about himself, he meant all Clones.

Rex’s eyes widened, realising he’d gone too far, he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“You did!” You cried out pathetically, too frustrated to be calmed quickly. “You did and I hate it!”

Not knowing what he should do, Rex pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I was just worried. I got so scared when the General got Master Yoda’s comm.”

You sighed, moving to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “‘T’s alright,” you murmured, voice muffled. Rex sighed contently.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Go around fighting Sith,” he managed to say, a crack of pain in his voice.

“Y’know me, Rex, I can’t stop for too long.”

“Oh, hush, cyar’ika, or I’m going to get Kix to keep you here.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I will, now hush.”

A moment of silence, then-

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!

#the clone wars #tcw #501st legion #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #clones #clone troopers #star wars #clone wars #commander #captain #jedi #jedi general #pong krell #ka’ra writes ❤️

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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🗝️

My love, I am begging for the tiniest crumb for Matt the Radar Tech. Anything related to him I’m so soft for. Whatever your heart desires! the sluttier the better tho— I have such a weakness.

⋆ 𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝟐𝟎

Matt the Radar Tech x f!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: written by someone who has absolutely no fucking clue how D&D works, so PLEASE take all of this with a grain of salt. Weirdly inspired entirely by the Roll For Sandwich series on TikTok by @adventuresinardia. Filthy nerd talk, a lil’ dry humping, Nipple play, p in v sex, cream-pie (shut up, I know).

summary: Matt can’t seem to focus while introducing you to D&D.

matt masterlist I| main masterlist |I follower celebration I| ask

“Wait,” you mumble, staring at the copious sets of dice displayed across the durasteel tabletop, “You mean… I get to choose my character?”

No amount of Jedi foresight or Sith Holocron visions could possibly explain how Matt had managed to rope you into playing Dungeons and Dragons. Of course, you always supported his hobby— but throwing yourself into a roleplaying game that you had little to no understanding of left you feeling like you were floating in dead space, even with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you rooted to his lap.

“Yup,” he nods simply, pointing to the little sheet of paper with his scratchy handwriting detailing the breakdown of each character option. “You get to choose who you wanna be.”

You swallow thickly, feeling nerves settle in the pit of your stomach. Why did this feel like a Jedi youngling choosing its first kyber crystal? A path-defining choice that sealed your fate from the beginning?

“Uhm-… Well. Who do you play as?” You ask cautiously, feeling Matt’s chin settle on your shoulder, the frame of his glasses digging into your cheekbone as you pick up the character sheet.

“I’m the DM,” Matt speaks again, matter-of-fact in that frustratingly-adorable way that makes you turn your head pointedly and give him the kind of look that simply states ‘go on’. “Oh-… Dungeon Master. I control the gameplay- kinda. Don’t sweat the rules right now, Sunshine; just pick the one that speaks to you.”

Stars, Matt’s illegible handwriting is near enough impossible to read as it is, but throwing in unknowns like ‘NPC’ and ‘entangle spells’ leaves you feeling as though someone has removed your brain's hyperdrive.

Thankfully, each character class has been given its own pros and cons table, detailing why you should and shouldn’t choose them. Matt presses delicate kisses across your neck as you read through each list, words blurring slightly when he runs his hands over your thighs.

“Uhm…” you squeak, face burning hot as you stare at the white sheet. “T-The Fighter seems like a good option?”

“Good choice,” Matt mumbles, earnest in his compliment. His palm squeezes at your hips, humming softly as he slips the other under your perfectly ironed uniform. “They’re easy for beginners.”

“Yeah? Good,” you sigh shakily, happy that you’d at least made an intelligent decision. “Did-… Did your brothers play this with you growing up?”

“Randy did,” Matt nods, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it through the thin material of your bralette. It’s hard to focus, to give him your full attention when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger. “Kylo had a habit of losing his temper.”

“Oh,” you whisper, and it’s so pathetically breathy that you want to smack yourself. Trying, instead, to distract yourself from Matt’s wandering hands, you point at the number set on the table. “Do-… Do you roll the dice to make decisions?”

“Mhmm-hm,” he hums, dragging his tongue across the flat of your neck with a muffled groan. He’s so clingy today, seemingly unbothered by your sudden interest in his roleplay game as he smothers you with kisses. “-or an outcome. Roll. See what you get.”

Shakily, you scramble to capture the golden, glittery D-20 in your palm. Matt continues to traverse your body, both hands squeezing at your tits now as he grinds his hips up into you. You can feel his cock, hard beneath your ass.

Desperate to distract yourself from the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, you practically throw the die across the table. It clatters, clanging against the metal before coming to a sudden halt. The gilded ink stares right back at you, a 20 clear as day on the face pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh- I got a twenty!” You say quickly, throwing your hands up in victory. Sure, you’re not sure what it means, but surely it’s good?!

Then your stomach squeezes, erupting in butterflies because you can feel the smirk that dances across your neck. Matt’s plotting. It’s not good when he plots.

“Know what that means?” He hums, his nimble fingers popping the button of your fitted uniform trousers with ease. “Means I get to fuck you.”

His filthy mouth floods your body with heat, jaw slack as he yanks the material over your hips. “U-Uhm- I don’t think that’s in th-the rules-!”

“I’m the Dungeon Master,” Matt states pragmatically, already pushing your panties to the side and fishing his hard cock from his flight suit, “I control the game.”

The head of his cock notches your entrance, your body begging for it with how easily you take his length. He groans loudly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you seat your hips against his, taking him fully with one easy glide of his hips. He stretches you just right the head bumping something cataclysmic inside of you in this position.

“So fuckin’ sexy when you talk D&D,” he moans in your ear, frantic hands rumpling your uniform as he tugs it over your chest to gain access to your body easier. “Turns me on.”

“I-I don’t-“ you want to tell him how you have no idea what you’re talking about, that none of it makes sense and that you’re just guessing, but he rolls his hips beneath you, and your foundations crumble. You cover your mouth quickly, muffling your moans as he fucks up into you with skilled thrusts.

“Wanna dress you as a Druid. Wanna fuck you right here on this table during a campaign,” he runs his mouth, using his grip on your hips to push you down onto his cock, reaching depths inside you that have your eyes rolling. You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he pinches your nipple, teeth worrying your neck and sucking on the tender flesh so that a bruise will peek over your collar in the morning.

Commander Ren will kill you.

“Do you think they’d mind, hmm?” Matt asks you; his voice strained as his cock twitches inside of you. “I don’t think so. Think they’d be happy to pause the game to see these pretty lips around my dick.”

“Matt-“ you choke out, feeling him tear up against something ruinous inside of you. It surges up, his filthy words spurring it on as it amplifies.

“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it, can feel it coming,” he slurs, dipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear to bear down on your clit with the pad of his index finger. “You gonna be good for me? C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision goes white. It sparks static, rips through you like Matt had aimed a StarKiller superweapon straight at you. You arch your back against his chest, sobbing out a slurred mix of his name and a curse as your orgasm crackles through you.

Distantly, you hear the groan of bliss as Matt drives deep inside of you, the fluttering of your cunt drawing an agonised gasp from his throat as he cums. You’re sobbing loudly, the pulse of his load filling you, surging you towards a euphoria you didn’t think was possible.

The thudding of your pulse drowns out the sounds of the StarKiller base, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself gazing at the ceiling. You’re arched awkwardly against Matt’s body, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you come down from your impossible high.

“Oh…” you mumble weakly, listening to his heaving breaths in your ear. Your question comes out sounding more like a wheeze. “Are-… Are you sure you’re not a wizard? Is… that even a class?”

It’s quiet at first—a chuckle. But then Matt bursts into laughter, squeezing you tight to his body as it shakes with the peals.

“Yes! Yes, it is!”

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forabeatofadrum · 20 days

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Thank you @cutestkilla for the tag!

I have some things to say! First off, have six sentences of Matt being a mess. @cutestkilla actually came up with this idea:

The polecat must be amazing at dodging, because it manages to avoid every spell. My spells are erratic and I hit parts of the office. Fuck, I am so fired after this. After I don’t know how long, the door opens again. “Miss Possibelf?” Simon Snow pokes his head in. “Simon Snow, save me!” I yell pathetically.

I actually have, uh, almost everything finished! Literally only chapter 5 is unfinished, but everything else plus the epilogue is done. I will probably tweak some things every now and then, but the fic has been written. Apart from chapter 5.

Secondly, not officially fic related, but y'all gotta see this fanart of Klaine at Kongresni trg, made by @esilher! I will get back to Ljubili se... one day. Look, Matty Chris D. just pulled focus! Also I told Esilher that I need to write Kurt and Blaine going back to Slovenia just so they can ice skate there. I never knew it was a thing, otherwise I definitely would've added it in Ljubim te, when they were actually in Ljubljana.

AND LASTLY, I, uh, suddenly and totally out of nowhere wrote 1.7K words for my Marlie fic that I started in 2022. Wack. I did scrap everything I had beforehand, but that's fine. I just got hit by the need to finish this fic and look I just miss Class. I know it was a failed Doccy Whomst spin-off BUT I LOVE CLASS. Woe, Marlie fic be upon ye! So keep an eye out for that one as well, I say, to my... readers? Do people still read Marlie fic?

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cerriddwenluna @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @that-disabled-princess @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla @wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost

#also uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #my aunt unexpectedly died on friday #but i already talked about her on my main and idk #the online life and death #six sentence sunday #tagged in

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The Guardian

Chapter 5: Identity

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: Overwhelming thoughts, reference to not eating, large crowds, worried Obi, mentions of character deaths, descriptions of violence/combat, description of blood, a little bit of anxiety, slight identity crisis.

Summary: After a rapid dash, you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan meet at The Outlander Club. In this new environment, you are met with fascinations, unanticipated side effects, and new struggles related to who you are. Later, in the midst of these disturbances, you're forced to face a test of mental and physical aptitude before a great Master, throwing your identity into further uncertainty.

Song Inspo: Across the Universe — Fiona Apple (Cover)

Words: 7.7k (oop)

A/n: Almost made this into two parts but decided to treat y'all with a long one instead :) Excited to hear y'all's thoughts on this one. Still taking requests to be added to the taglist so just lmk!

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Lying is an elementary form of self-defense — Susan Sontag

You pushed through another group of unobservant passersby as you continued to follow Anakin through the dark busy streets of the Uscru District. It was difficult to see any landmarks beyond the masses, even with the aid of bright red, green, and orange neon lights that lined the buildings on either side of you. Some flickered while others stood stagnant, catching the eye of potential customers that passed through your sight line like flashing images that often characterize a rail speeder window.

You tried to use your connection to the Force to keep track of Anakin’s movements somewhere ahead of you. But on this chilly Coruscanti evening, even that became more tiresome than expected.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the large crowds of varying species, rushing like loose marbles on a downward slope. They sported vibrant arrays of mostly revealing clothing as they continued to unleash their turbulent minds into the growing waterfall of thoughts that soaked your consciousness.

You had no issue hiding your signature from the surrounding throngs. You’d spent years, decades learning to completely mask your physical identity and connection to the force. Even more, you had long ago mastered the ability to protect your mind from unwanted intruders looking to pick through your subconscious for information. But that was primarily due to Qui-Gon’s everlasting concern. He always believed you were at risk of being discovered by a Sith from an accidental mental connection through the Force.

But now, blocking out the unending psychic waves that rolled and crashed from the swarm of non-force-sensitive beings was a skill you had not yet fully developed. Living on Hoth only allowed you to interact with small groups of intermittent travelers, traders, or pirates. And it was easy enough to stabilize your mind around undisciplined beings in those instances. But this was pushing your skills into uncharted territory.

A barely perceptible gap opened in the horde to your left so you dove for it. Taking in a deep breath of fume-filled air, you twisted into a stretch, encouraging your spine to lean to the right. At that moment, you spotted the back of Anakin’s figure a few meters ahead, slowing his pace.

He spun around toward you, bright eyes waving you over as the bottom of his black cape caught up to the sudden movement.

“We’re here.”

You strolled up beside him, turning on your heel to your left toward a large archway lined with curved yellow neon lights, a drop of red luminescence on either side of the doorway. The distant rumble of pounding beats trickled out from the entrance like a gaseous cloud slithering throughout the legs of entering and exiting guests. Above you in bold lettering read The Outlander Club.

You took this brief respite to once again push away the thoughts swirling from the beings around you, blowing them away with your mind like a loose leaf that temporarily caught on your arm before taking a step forward.

The two of you entered briskly, moving down the short passageway as you glanced at the characters around you in your first experience with Coruscanti nightlife.

The club was fairly popular tonight, with a healthy congregation spread evenly throughout the cantina. A heavy concentration mingled around the circular bar in the center and in front of the three large screens hung at the back, which simultaneously streamed different sport matches from across the galaxy. There were a number of women in colorful stockings and cropped tunics, strolling with circular trays of strange-tinted drinks and small, stale snack bowls. Notable was the observably seedy groups gathering in the shaded corners of the establishment. You spotted a bracket of lightly-armed beings wearing what you recognized as Rishi pirate colors. They stood around a darkly lit circular table to the left, staring with a rather predatory gaze at passing waiters, following them like targeted lasers. Returning your gape to the bar, you noticed a covert exchange of credits and some small, cylindrical object with a glowing yellow liquid sloshing inside between two young, but jittery, customers.

Safe to say, The Outlander Club was meant for a diverse, and probably sordid, batch of individuals, you mused inwardly.

“I see why Obi-Wan complained to you about taking me here.” You expressed as you searched for an area to idle in.

You stacked another stone atop the wall that weakly encircled your mind. Entering the club felt like plunging yourself into an empathic hail storm as new discordant voices took hold.

Nevertheless, you redoubled your efforts to block out the chaos.

But the dam would only hold for so long.

“You were stuck on an ice planet, not in a monastery.” Anakin quipped while scanning his surroundings. “Obi-Wan will be fine.”

Your ears caught the rallied cry of a distant throng. Head swiveling toward the shouts, your eyes leveled at the far wall beside the entertainment section where you noticed a throng of robust betters cluttered around an expanse of brightly dinging slot machines.

The back of Anakin’s icy hand tapped your bare upper arm. “Over here.”

You turned and followed the Jedi’s brisk tread to an empty, candle-lit table with two chairs to the right wall. It stood away from some of the larger crowds, but still gave any guest engaging in its services an excellent view of the entire establishment— from the entrance to the wide-reaching monitors in the rear.

You were about to grab the back of the rightmost black leather seat when Anakin stepped in your path.

“The other chair,” he commanded as he pointed at the vessel.

You crossed your arms, jutting your hip to the side as you sent him a questioning, yet amused, stare.

“Why?” You dragged out in an exaggerated tone.

He kicked out the leg of the opposite chair, opening it to you.

“The view,” he stated with a stony face.

“What view?” You inquired genuinely confused before taking his invitation.

You sat in the cushioned open seat, facing the club’s exit before crossing your legs and leaning back into its firm backboard.

Anakin squatted into the ousted seat across from you as he gestured to the screens to your rear with a deliberate lift of the head.

“You’re actually gonna watch the game?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Gotta play up appearances, right?” He grinned.

Anakin loosened, settling into his seat with his hips as he placed clasped hands on the table before leaning toward you.

“That’s what we said we’re here for,” he reminded in a low voice.

You shook your head as a small smile graced your features. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, a familiar brown cloak was thrust into your peripheral from the club’s entryway.

“And just in the knick of time, too.” You spoke under your breath, gesturing to the new clubgoer with your eyes as he ambled down the long hallway.

Anakin must have sensed him as he sent you a victorious, yet tired grin.

Quickly, he waived down a passing waiter, an orange Twi’lek in purple fishnets, brown heeled boots, and a black, sleeveless sequined top. The woman held away her tray of green-luminescent shots as she bent down to hear Anakin’s words in the midst of rowdy discussions and pulsing melodies.

“Two nerf-burgers.” He requested while raising a pair of digits.

Your eyes remained fixed on the club’s entrance, watching as Obi-Wan paused at the end of the main corridor to search its inhabitance like a droid performing a sensor sweep before registering Anakin’s words.

“One is fine.” You piped up, returning your gaze to the man in front of you.

The Twi’lek nodded as she straightened before pivoting to make her exit. She was one step into her gait when Anakin gesticulated for her to wait, eyes remained glued to you.

“You haven’t eaten anything today.” He mentioned.

The two of you hadn’t been separated for days, you thought to yourself. He’d probably noticed your lack of appetite the entire journey here. You tried his ration bars, but very quickly learned that your steady ten-year diet of lichen seemed more palatable. Still, the sudden rumblings and subtle ache at your core didn’t change your current reality.

You shrugged, looking off to the side. “I’m not very hungry.”

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, it was impossible to allow your guard to fall even a notch. Not even a sliver to eat, despite your stomach’s protests. The constant noise of the minds around you was like a leaky faucet, occasionally dripping into a half-full glass. If you were distracted for longer than a moment, it could violently overflow. And that weakened wall that you had so carefully constructed around your consciousness would begin to soil.

He frowned, leaning back as he crossed his arms. “You should still eat something.”

You peered back to Obi-Wan to check his search progress when your gazes locked. His lips tugged upwards in greeting as he began a stroll toward your table.

You swiveled back, fronting Anakin’s expectant eyes.

“Fine,” you relented. “I’ll try a bite of yours.”

Anakin’s brows raised offendedly. “You’re not touching mine.” He turned back toward the waiter. “Two please.” She nodded again with a smile.

The waiter twisted away on her heel, tip-toeing away to deliver the drinks in hand a few tables down before your new guest emerged in her place like a stealthy shadow.

“It’s good that I found you two.” Obi-Wan acknowledged as he reached the table.

His arm snaked behind Anakin, grabbing an empty seat from another benchtop to the latter’s rear before pulling it between the two of you and sitting down.

Once balancing comfortably, he took a moment to analyze you both, face falling into a subtle frown.

“Why are the two of you so exhausted?” He asked as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow while his glance shifted to and fro.

“The podracing match…has been…neck-to-neck.” Anakin excused with feigned confidence, eyes avoiding his former Master as he awkwardly gestured to one of the screens in the distance.

You gave him a little kick under the table for the unconvincing remark.

“Ow.” He mumbled under his breath, hiding the reaction with the wipe of a hand over his mouth.

Obi-Wan’s gaze was enduringly unimpressed.

But soon, he sighed, dropping the interrogation in capitulation with favor toward more important matters.

“I met with Master Windu and Master Yoda. There is currently a whole communications blackout. Unfortunately, there may be a breach in our communications system.”

Anakin’s lips pursed in disbelief. “How is that possible?”

Obi-Wan continued. “We’re not sure. But for now, no comms. Unless it’s with me or another member of the council. We were given secure equipment to use until this is resolved. There will be an announcement tomorrow morning in the Great Hall, and both of you are expected to attend.”

Obi-Wan shifted in his seat toward you, speaking your name as he placed a hand on the table in your direction. “You should know I learned that Master Yoda knew of your existence.

Your brows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, but he thought you had died when you were very young. He had no idea you were on Hoth all this time.”

Your head tilted in confusion. You highly doubted Qui-Gon would have told Master Yoda about your death. No matter how fiercely he protected your identity over the years, you didn’t believe he’d ever lie to the Grand Master you’d heard so much about in your youth. As far as you understood, Qui-Gon trusted him with his life. And so did you.

“Why?”

You observed the blue-eyed Jedi sigh, eyes dropping momentarily before they returned to your face with a sensitive expression.

“He said that your parents were killed by a dark power, and that he assumed you had been killed too.”

You felt a sharp stab to your gut at his words, discreetly hunching over as you took in the sensation.

You knew your parents had passed. But murdered? And by dark forces?

Then, a particularly somber supposition drifted to the front of your mind.

It must’ve been because of you.

You breathed in deeply, steadying yourself while struggling to absorb this disturbing news. It became more arduous as you wrestled with the continued blockade against the cascading internal voices that pummeled you from every angle of the crowded bar.

Trying to concurrently calm your thoughts, you delved deeper.

What little you knew about your parents, you were still positive about their innocence. To the best of your knowledge, they had nothing actors of the dark side desired—

Except you.

“A dark force?” You murmured quizzically. “Do you mean a Sith?”

Obi-Wan tensely exhaled. “We’re not sure. But what we do know is this.”

He leaned farther over the table, subconsciously encouraging you and Anakin to do the same.

“Your identity must remain a secret.” He spoke in a hushed tone. “That means that we cannot share The Guardian’s portion of the prophecy with others or your connection to it. I’ve already informed Ahsoka.” He reassured.

Obi-Wan’s head briefly dropped to ruminate.

During this fleeting respite, you glanced at Anakin while an unsettling feeling crawled up your spine. He caught your eye, sending you a reassuring, confident nod.

Obi-Wan’s gaze raised toward you once more with lips pressed firmly together. “We also must keep your birth name a secret. Those dark forces responsible for your parents’ deaths likely learned it in their effort to find you. If they learn of your reemergence, they may come after you. So The Council has decided that until we know more, you will need to go by Silvey.”

Your jaw loosely hung open at that bit of news as your ruffled head swiveled toward a particularly sheepish Anakin. He leaned back in his chair, hunching his shoulders as he tried to hide within himself.

“I’m gonna kill you.” You deadpanned.

Anakin scoffed. “I had no idea that Master Kenobi was going to change your legal name to that!” He defended, loosely throwing his hands to the side.

“Hush, it’s not changing their legal name. Just a pseudonym.” Obi-Wan warned with a stare before turning back toward you with a more subdued expression. “If you’d like, we can change it.”

You waved away the suggestion. “No, it’s ok. Like Anakin said, at least it’s not hard to forget.”

You smirked at the cunning Jedi who sent you a knowing wink.

“Very well,” Obi-Wan concluded.

You sensed someone approaching your table, and turned to see the Twi’lek waiter returning with a pair of what must have been nerf-burgers on her black, circular tray. A brief silence hushed over the three of you as she neared the table, placing down the two entrees in front of you and Anakin before making a swift exit. You and Obi-Wan offered a resonant thank you as she departed, causing you each to share a glance.

Once she was a few meters away, you felt it safe to speak again. First though, you watched in curiosity as Anakin firmly grasped his meal with two unrelenting hands, before lifting it to take a hearty bite. You could smell the greasy fumes rising from your own meal as it took command of the table.

“So how do we explain my presence?” You asked the bearded Jedi. “I mean, I didn’t train through The Order. Nobody knows me. Do we say that I’m a Gray Jedi who just suddenly wants to hang around The Temple?”

Obi-Wan glanced up in contemplation as he reached up to scratch his chin. “That is a good point,” he admitted. “However, Master Windu has expressed interest in enrolling you into The Order. I don’t think The Council likes the idea of acknowledging you ever having the status of Gray Jedi. That reminds me.”

He tapped the table with his fingertips in realization.

“He told me that you should meet him after tomorrow’s announcement in the Sparring Arena. I can show you where that is when the time comes.”

You nodded tacitly.

“We can just say they were on some secret, years-long mission, right?” Anakin interjected following a big gulp. “That way, it’s like they’ve always been a part of The Order, just not around much.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze tilted in contemplation. “That…could work.” He admitted. “But it would still leave many questions.”

“I’m good at not answering questions.” You slyly offered with a quirked lip.

Obi-Wan huffed in feigned annoyance. “Usually, I’d say that’s not good enough. But I’m not getting any better ideas,” he explained while hazily observing Anakin take another large bite of his meal.

In your distraction, another wave of clashing voices boomeranged throughout your skull.

It wasn’t painful, though. You actually *felt* nothing. No twinge, no subtle throb in the sinuses. Yet the overflowing thoughts still remained disconcerting. You couldn’t think for yourself when all the space was overtaken by others’ musings.

Even now, despite your efforts, blocking out one impression would just leave room for another, invariably quickening your heart rate.

Subconsciously, you swatted at your ear, as if to scare away a lost Bloodfly. It was in reaction to a particularly sudden and rude exclamation that had flown through your mind, catching you off guard. You guessed it had formed from one of the sports viewers near the back when they reacted to a particularly bad play on one of the illuminated screens.

Still, no matter the circumstances, your simple, physical action did nothing to lessen the mental discomfort.

However, Obi-Wan seemed to notice your elusive gesture, furrowing his brows in apprehension as he twisted toward you.

“Are you alright?” He questioned gently.

You shook your head, momentarily closing your eyes to push away the crowded atmosphere.

At times, it felt like loose sand falling through cupped fingers. Despite how desperately you tried to shovel it away, it kept getting everywhere.

“Fine.” You curtly stated.

As the thoughts finally slowly dissipated once more, your eyelids stretched open. Immediately you registered Obi-Wan’s gaze as it morphed into deeper disquiet. The concerned Jedi nonchalantly turned toward Anakin.

“Anakin, please get me a Blue Corellian.”

“Why can’t you get it?” He complained, mouth half-full before swallowing forcefully in protest. “The line to the bar is a mile long.”

“Anakin…” he warned with a glare.

The former threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright.” He stood. “I’m going.”

Your eyes followed Anakin as he sauntered toward the center of the club, soon disappearing behind a group of emphatic Cereans roughhousing in the sea of idling beings.

Unbeknownst to you, Obi-Wan’s stare remained fixed.

He lowered his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Your head swiveled back toward the bearded Jedi, meeting his unrelenting stare.

“It’s nothing,” you excused, resting your arms on the table. “I’m just not used to blocking out so many minds at once.”

His features softened. “I should have realized.”

“No, no,” you interjected assuredly. “I know when a Gray Jedi comes out of the cold, it isn’t usually so drastically isolationist.”

You paused.

“Or so literal.”

Your brows lifted in jest.

He shook his head at your pun with a barely hidden smile before addressing you. “It is a skill younglings learn through consistent practice, and by necessity. I can show you what the Masters teach them, to guide them.”

A group of university students passed the table, chatting excitedly as they skittered into the bar. It sent another rush of clattering thoughts into you like a subspace transceiver through the skull.

Closing your eyes, you tried again to shove those voices away with the effort of willing a mountain to move.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes.” A slight croak escaped your throat.

“Alright, keep your eyes closed,” Obi-Wan advised softly with a honeyed voice. “I will mediate with you.”

You did as you were told, relaxing the muscles in your shoulders and neck as you reached out to the Force with the tips of your fingers. It felt like brushing your hand against the blades of sprightly grass just after a day storm. You deepened your connection, imagining the Galaxy’s power flowing from the outstretched vegetation directly into your being. Yet the stronger your link became, the less you could control the penetration of your environment.

“Good, now, don’t push the thoughts away. Be one with the Force, and allow the words to flow off and away from you, then back into the Force. Like water in a stream.”

You listened to the wise Jedi’s smooth, comforting tone. Steadily, you allowed the thoughts to approach, contorting your face at the unpleasant rush of clamor.

“Now let it flow from you.”

Slowly, but surely, you focused on that river of musings, allowing the tumultuous atmosphere to drift around you and dissipate into the greater Force. A sudden weightlessness overcame you as your mind finally emptied, providing a much-needed break from the club’s atmosphere once you poured out the proverbial glass of water.

Your eyes shot open in pleasant surprise, meeting Obi-Wan’s calm demeanor.

“Thank you,” you sighed gratefully.

He inclined backward, outwardly pleased. “Of course.”

You extracted another deep breath, absorbing air that seemed a little bit fresher, despite the smoke and pounding rhythms that permeated your surroundings. In your distraction, Obi-Wan analytically gazed at you while you embraced this relaxing state of being.

You were finally capable of comfortably engaging with your environment with the full power of your mind rather than blocking it all out in such busy circumstances. You were free to explore The Outlander Club again. But this time, with an air of excitement festering in your core.

“You’re a quick learner,” he remarked, somewhat impressed.

You grinned, gaze fixed on the activity around you. “Qui-Gon says the same thing.”

You paused, turning toward the Jedi with modest unease.

“Said.”

He nodded, a wistful smile grazing his features before his stare hardened. “I know that you’re Anakin’s Guardian, but that doesn’t mean you always need to be so impervious around him. We all have our weaknesses. And he’s certainly the best at bringing them out of us,” he commented sassily.

“Trust me,” you stated, locking an ardent gaze with his own. “It has nothing to do with that. Qui-Gon always…said, that my fierce independence is one of my best strengths, but also my greatest weakness.”

Out of thin air, Anakin reappeared, fluttering to his seat with a greeting exhale and two tiny glasses in hand, sloshing with a vibrant cobalt-blue liquid. He planted one in front of Obi-Wan before resting both elbows on the table to drink his own.

“Line couldn’t have been that long,” you commented, eyeing the mystery fluid that filled each glass.

By your count, he wasn’t gone for more than ten minutes.

Anakin smirked, taking in another gluttonous gulp of his beverage. “Jedi can be very convincing.”

“Not always.” Obi-Wan sassed.

He sent you an amused, yet fleeting glance before adopting a nonchalant guise in addressing the whole table.

“Speaking of, the next time you both decide to go pit racing, at least change your clothes before you lie about it. You two reek.”

You spied a semi-terrified expression creep its way up onto Anakin’s face before it was swiftly washed away by a deep frown. He crossed his arms, a groan escaping past his lips as he fell back in defeat. You met his nonplused eyes with a smirk.

“Busted.”

—

You strolled among the mass of nut brown cloaks that aimlessly roamed like a forenoon funeral march down one of The Temple’s primary walkways. Some spoke in hushed tones among each other, likely debriefing the contents of the morning assembly on the communication system’s breach.

You found it much easier to clear your mind in this space. While Obi-Wan’s guidance on how to negotiate your empathic surroundings certainly made things easier, the Jedi practice of concealing one’s thoughts added to your cognitive tranquility. If anything, the environment permitted you to freely embrace your long-held child-like giddiness about this very moment you were experiencing.

You have waited a long time to see the infamous Jedi Temple. For your eyes to graze its features meant that you’d finally embarked on your long-awaited destiny. It was now completely impossible to deny your future as you walked the same hallways once touched by the venerable Jedi from your holobooks, distinguished by the occasional reflective copper statue or architectural aspect mentioned historically by the figures themselves. Even the occasional wall-adorned ornaments referenced elements from The Order’s lore through circular symbolic imagery and calligraphic text.

A part of you felt guilty— inviting in these feelings of anticipation and excitement while murmured concerns echoed from the mouths of the subtly perturbed Jedi among you. They were continuing discussions on how this communications system infiltration may impact the war effort.

Even during the congregation before The Council, stood in a half circle at the top of The Great Hall’s large staircase, you heard the apprehensive whispers of those gathered around you.

How will this affect The Republic’s battle plans? We designed them months in advance. They will certainly need to be altered. Adapted to this new scenario.

The lack of a Jedi presence may bring up questions about The Order’s dedication to preserving peace throughout The Republic. What if allied worlds lose confidence in our commitment?

And how will this influence troop numbers? Without Generals at their side, we are sure to take heavy losses.

You remember exchanging a knowing look with Ahsoka as these musings continued. She’d happened to find you just as the announcement began this morning, delighted recognition bouncing from her cheeks. She gave you a subdued wave before deciding to stand to your right with an arm loosely resting on her waist for the rest of the assembly.

Earlier you’d learned that she’d just joined the war effort as Anakin’s Padawan in the last week. Add to that, only in the last few days had you discovered the war effort itself. In that sense, you both shared a certain inexperience with this breach— and a level of heightened worry from the more knowledgeable, yet troubled, Jedi surrounding you.

At the time, a brief recess in the sea of blurred mutterings came in the form of a confused inquiry from a rough, yet confident voice.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

You glanced to your left, observing the thick long locks of the man who was positioned beside you. His arms hung loosely to each side as he observed you curiously. Most notable was his bold face tattoo— a thick yellow line that crossed under his eyes and across his upper nose in proud fashion.

“I haven’t been here for a while. Long mission.” You explained nonchalantly.

The Jedi hummed as his brows ever so slightly creased in doubt. He took one step closer to you, perching a hand on each hip.

“I have a good memory,” he contended. “I’m sure I would’ve recognized you from a class when we were Initiates. What’s your name?”

You sensed Ahsoka take a step forward so that she could lean around you, addressing the Jedi.

“Their name’s Silvey, Master Vos,” she insisted. “The Council sent them on a very long mission as an observer and then a participant, starting when they were a youngling.”

You sent her a subtly grateful glance before adding to her justification.

“It’s likely we’ve never met.” You expounded.

Ahsoka’s defense incentivized him to withdraw as he leaned back onto his heels, a partial expression tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We then, there’s no time like the present!” He granted before reaching out a hand. “I’m Quinlan Vos.”

Vos, Quinlan Vos, you thought carefully.

Qui-Gon once told you about him. He dedicated much of your studies not only to The Order’s history, but its present, including great Jedi like Grand Master Yoda, Master Windu, and his own Master Dooku. But he also mentioned some of the talented younger Jedi, like his own Padawans or certain younglings.

Yes, he had discussed Quinlan Vos with you for one of his more interesting force-sensitive talents. Specifically, his psychometric powers, which included the ability to seek out a being’s memories through touch.

And that was certainly a skill that would not be beneficial in your current state. You needed to keep your identity concealed, and a power like that could put that mission in danger.

Caution was essential around this individual, you thought.

You covertly stuck each hand into your robe’s pockets, nodding respectively at the Master Jedi.

“Nice to meet you,” you acknowledged before turning back toward The Council as the announcement continued.

You could only speculate about the slight annoyance that lined his features.

As your mind emerged from the cloud of the recent past, you refocused on the path ahead among the ruffling ocean of Jedi that continued down the walkway alongside you. Master Windu was expecting you in the Sparring Arena at any moment. Yet in this colossal structure, it became increasingly difficult to discern the correct path to take. You continued your search for the room, eyeing each doorway and dividing path, when a familiar voice sounded from behind.

“May I presume you’re lost?”

You glanced at Obi-Wan over your shoulder as he comfortably caught up to you, walking by your side before you both continued down the long hall.

“I thought I could find the Sparring Arena on my own,” you admitted humbly. “Seems like I could use some more of your first-rate guidance.”

The bearded Master faintly chuckled. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

The two of you strolled in silence as the crowd began to gradually thin, some groups took the occasional turn while others paused to continue their conversation in stasis.

“Thank you for the quarters, by the way,” you chirped with a glance, cutting the brief pause with a punch.

“The Temple has emergency quarters for situations like these.” He acknowledged calmly.

“There aren’t many situations like this.” You gingerly confessed.

You followed Obi-Wan as he led you around a corner, only to be met with a less embellished walkway. Eyes lowering, you listened to the full click of your boots as they met the marble floor in your smoother surroundings. In this instant, an air of nervousness touched your being in this strange silence. Due to a moment of inevitable occasional awkwardness among acquaintances, you excused.

“So, I take it you slept well?” He questioned.

“Yes, it was nice to rest without needing so many blankets.” You admitted, smiling at his personal curiosity. “The warmer atmosphere also gave me the opportunity for a costume change,” you jested, motioning toward your newly adorned grayish-brown robe, fit with an underlayer of charcoal-tinted long-sleeved tunic, tighter black pants, and thinner knee-tall boots. “I got them with Anakin after we split off last night in the district.”

“Somewhat more comfortable than your winter garments?” He inquired with a bright expression.

“And easier to move in,” you grinned before advertising accordingly with a little twirl.

While a few older Jedi gathered in near distances eyed your action with carelessly masked displeasure, Obi-Wan instead subtly hid his gaze from your view. In your quick recovery following the realization of billowing disapproval, you had failed to notice the warm smile that battled his efforts at obfuscation.

You did notice, however, when the kind Jedi glanced at you once more. “I wanted to ask if you may be available after your session with Master Windu. I was hoping to examine The Muntuur, with your counsel.”

“I’m actually going to be spending the rest of the day in the Jedi Archives,” you told him keenly. “Ahsoka is letting me borrow her study notes for the afternoon so that I can have some better guidance in catching up with recent history. But we’ll definitely find a time for The Muntuur.”

He nodded with bright eyes. “Of course.”

Soon, Obi-Wan’s pace slowed, bringing you both to a halt in front of two rather large gray double doors that stood at triple your height.

You couldn’t help the sudden nerves that crept up your arms like impatient goosebumps.

Maybe you were more affected by this soon-to-be meeting than you first realized, you thought. It would easily explain your earlier apprehensiveness.

But there was no need to be anxious, you tried to coax yourself. You knew that your skills were adequate enough to be in The Order. To go through this ‘test.’ You’d trained for years. Honing your connection to the force, your saber abilities, and your mind.

And you knew who you were— The Guardian, destined to aid The Chosen One. You had to join The Order at some point to complete that mission. But still, you couldn’t help the slight Hoth-like chill that graced the back of your neck.

Yet, you reached for the door.

“Be patient,” Obi-Wan advised as you wrapped your fingers around the cold, steel handle. “Master Windu may be somewhat austere, given your history.”

You smirked at the Jedi. “Trust me. If I learned anything from that colorful history, it’s the necessity of patience.”

He smiled softly, nodding to you before passing your rear, flushing the back of your ankle with the trail of his robe as he continued his stroll down the walkway. You briefly gazed at his departure, still feeling the shadow of that sudden touch as his quiet form receded before returning your gaze to the path ahead.

With a deep breath, you cleared your thoughts before tugging open the weighted door. Its rusted hinges creaked as the momentum cleared an opening just wide enough to slip through. You readjusted your grip on the other side, bringing the heavy gate closed with a whine and an echoing thud.

“You must be Silvey.”

You spun around toward a dark-skinned, bald Jedi with broad shoulders, a perpetual frown lining his features.

Briefly, you paused to take in your surroundings. The large, circular, two-tiered chamber seemed to dedicate the first level to training and the second to observation. At each of the room’s four corners stood towering dark hooded statues that stared down at the room’s center. A center skylight illuminated the main disk-shaped deck of the arena, stopping at the feet of each stoically silent monument.

“Yes,” you bowed regardfully. “And you must be Master Windu,” you concluded, raising your head to him.

The Master failed to return your greeting. Instead, he wandered to one side of the arena, briefly disappearing in the darkness at its outer region before the skylight caught him once more, like a moth encircling a flame.

“I will be testing your combat skills and mental capabilities,” he stated plainly.

You were rather thrown by his undeviating attitude, at least in comparison to the few other Jedi you’d met in the past days.

Anakin was high-spirited and furtively caring. Ahsoka was boisterous and loyal. Obi-Wan was kind, intelligent, and considerate.

You’d guessed that other Jedi would carry similar qualities. But despite the revelation, you knew better than most how to adapt.

“I understand.”

But there was also a feeling of appreciation that seeped into your consciousness. You didn’t interpret his expression as malicious or as any representation of ill will. Just unrelenting determination. Steadfast purpose. And those were inclinations you could very much identify with.

“Then let’s begin.”

Master Windu quickly unsheathed his lightsaber, its purple glow adding to the arena’s dimmed luminescence as it ignited. You did the same, activating your saber while it encircled you with muted tones.

He charged at you, saber aimed to strike at your figure. Firm stare unrelenting.

You lifted your own, blocking the blow with great strength, the clash creating a cobalt blue gleam at the point of impact. You pushed away his blade, spinning on your heel in a crouch to strike his other side. But he blocked it easily, forcing you to stand to deal your next move. Still, you walked him backward with blow after blow at each flank, the buzzing crack of sabers echoing in the chamber.

He thrust aside your last hit, using the combat opening to go on the offensive. His saber transformed into a purple fireball in its fast approach as he spun the blade in parallel rings. You defended against each one with a dodged block, attempting to leap into a better vantage point at any moment to initiate your own response.

But the instant felt light years away. Windu’s fighting style was uncompromising. His ferocious attacks left little room for reproach.

If there was any hope of winning this fight, you needed to compensate.

Windu threw a particularly strong blow down the center with both hands. You defended against it with all your might when you noticed the Master begin to lean in, a hand attempting to sneak around the blades to grab your hilt.

You propelled away his saber, forcing him back before he could take hold of your weapon. Windu, however, was undeterred as he continued his vigorous attack.

He launched at you again with a powerful shove from the Force as the purple blade neared at rocketing speed. You occluded the blow with a simplified twist of your saber, adapting your technique.

In that ever brief moment, with two blades balanced at a standstill, you noticed an ultra-fine, curious glint in the Master’s eye as his brows marginally slackened.

That half a second was short-lived as the duel continued. He slid your blade away, swinging his own toward your side. You obstructed it with the effortless inverted defense of your saber, gliding it up and away before circling your own weapon above your head to strike his other flank. Windu’s lightsaber came down zealously to hinder your action, his movements growing more fervent with each beat of your quickening heartbeat.

The battle progressed in a similar fashion. You remained on the defensive as Windu pursued you with belligerent strikes, blocking each blow with an uncomplicated, yet effective guard as he pressed you backward.

But as seconds became minutes, and minutes stretched into double digits, you noticed the older Jedi begin to tire. Windows into the offensive gradually became more frequent, invigorating you to take more chances as you cautiously incorporated elements from your previous form.

You launched at Windu, hurling acute cracks with Force-bolstered hops powering your blade.

His fatigue was reaching a leverageable height, you thought, as each hefty blow began to drag. The duel expanded past the hour mark, tempering his defensive thew.

A golden opportunity arose when one particularly nimble strike at his left gave the elder Jedi only a microsecond to respond. The lightsaber was considerably distant from your point of attack, pressuring the tip of his blade to take the brunt of your intense blow. His saber was thrown in a wayward direction, faintly loosening his grip with an audible grunt.

You took this chance to make your final assault, leaping into a clockwise spin as you brought your blade down toward his right flank.

However, before your saber could near the target, a hand shot out at you.

A sudden, powerful wave blew your frame midair, sending you soaring nearly fifteen feet away. Your saber was inactive the instant your side harshly banged against the lilac marble floor, the momentum sending you clattering down the arena in a spin as you lost hold of the weapon. It jangled away with a cacophony of metallic strikes as your nose met unceremoniously with the cold ground below.

After a few more turbulent rotations, you finally stilled on your back, groaning slightly as you rubbed your throbbing arm which stung from the initial impact.

Reorienting your senses, you began to heavily rise, only to be swiftly met with a purple incandescence inches from the bridge of your forehead, keeping you planted.

“Never underestimate your opponent’s abilities,” Mace advised as he moved the blade away from your face, deactivating it with a brief whir.

“No kidding…” you mumbled while massaging your rotating aching wrist

You felt a warm drip down your upper lip before a flavor of rusted copper consumed your taste buds. Using the back of your hand, you wiped away at the sensation, noticing a splotch of deep crimson smeared across two knuckles as you pulled away.

“Here.”

You looked up at Windu, eyes centering on his outstretched hand and the handkerchief clasped between two fingers.

You clutched it, bringing it down to clean your nose with a few swipes.

“Thank you,” you vocalized as your gaze raised again.

His arm remained extended toward you as his unyielding stare remained locked in expectation. You clasped his hand, allowing him to heave you up with ease.

“I am somewhat pleased with your fighting skills,” Master Windu stated as he strolled back toward the arena’s center, encouraging you to follow at his side.

“You have enough perceptiveness to alter your form when necessary.”

“When I noticed your Vaapad style, I knew that the fourth form wouldn’t be sustainable, which is why I adopted a Soresu response,” you explained thoughtfully.

The wise Jedi nodded impassively, yet you could tell under all that stoicism a hint of appreciation crept away from the corner of his eye.

“Your rationality will serve you well,” he remarked as he reached the center circle, pausing in front of you to bring your stroll to a halt.

“I also sense great turbulence in you.”

Your eyes remained locked on the elder Jedi, unaffected by the blatant truth.

“All Jedi have experienced turbulence at some point in their lives,” you defended.

“Another teaching by Master Qui-Gon?” He presumed dispassionately.

“Actually, yes.” You challenged. “I find ignoring those parts of ourselves more dangerous than experiencing them at all.”

You kept your stance firm as you stared down the disciplined Master, his brows raising in regard at your words.

“There may be hope for you yet,” he stated casually.

The Jedi Master soon lowered to the floor, crossing his legs as he centered his body. You followed his actions, mirroring that resting stance.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “And concentrate on your connection to the Force. Show me how your mind wields its power.”

You rested your eyelids, calming your life force as you reached into the essence of the Force floating around you. Shepherding it into your being, you embraced the tingly feeling while it resonated throughout your body. In short time, you loosened the reigns, allowing the gate of your mind to draw open.

After a few tense minutes, your ear tickled from the inquisitive hum that sounded before you.

“You have a powerful mind,” he mused aloud.

You felt a light pressure on your forehead as your meditative concentration continued. It endured for a few moments before dissipating into the Force.

A pregnant, cavernous silence followed that light tap on your being, lining your mind with slight confusion. You were unsure how to proceed. Did the guidance end here? Were you expected to continue on your own or were you done? Maybe he was ruminating?

Despite this perplexing instance, you thought it best to just continue your meditation and wait. You further relaxed into your stance. That was until a watching presence clouded your senses.

Gradually, you peeked out with one eye, immediately noticing Windu’s plain gaze.

“You will need to lower your defenses in order for me to do a more thorough examination of your abilities,” he explained.

You had proactively unbolted the lock to the steel door of your mind a while ago, you considered internally.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I *was* opening my mind,” you assured.

His head tilted in intrigue as he deliberated for a moment. “Most interesting.”

Outwardly, your face remained neutral. Your signature posturing stability. Your breathing displaying ease.

But in your mind, you couldn’t help the disconcertion that squeezed at your veins, pressurizing your heart.

You had always prided yourself on your deep relationship with the force, specifically your ability to control its connection to others. You suppose most of that effort went into keeping others out rather than letting them in, which in hindsight would explain your recent struggle in allowing beings’ traveling thoughts to pass.

But it still didn’t make any sense. That proficiency should go both ways. And you had truly felt like your mind had opened for Master Windu. Yet, he did not come to the same conclusion.

Your reality was distinct, it seemed. And it made you question yourself— was your mental connection to the Force as bridled as you believed? After experiencing an evening of foreign minds, losing your name by the command of a great council, and now confronting another internal unknown, you felt as if another piece of your identity was being chipped away in the early hours of this long-awaited destiny.

In a fleeting thought, you questioned how much of you would be left by the end.

But before you could delve deeper into the meaning or cause of this strange glitch, the Master stood abruptly, encouraging you to return to the present and do the same.

“We will pause here,” Windu announced before reaching into his robe.

He pulled out a small rounded gray device the size of a large credit and a small, silver packet

“What’s that?” You asked as he approached you.

“I need a sample of your blood,” he explained, motioning for you to hand him your arm.

You obliged, lifting the limb for him to grab. He raised the silver packet to his mouth, ripping it open with a bite before pulling out a thin white wipe. He removed it from its container before smoothing it across the middle of your inner arm, it’s cold chill wetting the skin. Windu exchanged the wipe with his device, placing it at the center of the cleaned area before pressing it down, causing a slight pinch. He stuck the materials back in his robe as you retrieved your arm, rubbing the injection spot.

“Master Yoda will be expecting you in The Temple training grounds tomorrow afternoon,” he informed you. “You are released.”

A touch of excitement rushed through your being. You’d always wanted to meet the Grand Master since you were a youngling. Listening to all those grand stories about him from Master Qui-Gon had its impact.

“Thank you, Master Windu.” You smiled gratefully.

He acknowledged your thanks with a meticulous nod, eyes glued to yours.

“May the Force be with you,” he wished you attentively.

You bowed at him appreciatively.

“May the Force be with you.”

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drawingdroid · 5 months

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Drawing Droid’s chaotic Masterlist

Hi, I’m Terry, a Spanish Illustrator & Art teacher who is too obsessed with a space dad and his green child. I love writing fics of them as well as doodling anything Star Wars-related. I take drawing requests at the moment, so drop a message in my inbox if you want a treat. Thank you for sticking with me on this adventure, see you around. 🩵

General info of interest idk

🩵 You can find all my art under #droiddraws and my writings as #droidwrites

🩵 I update on AO3 here

🩵 This is my first year on Tumblr and I still don’t get things 100% here please be patient with me also I’m autistic and a lot of new social cues I don’t get!

One Shots

To be taken care of 🍾 Bounty Hunter Reader | Smut

Sweet Potato 🍠 Modern AU | Neighbours | Fluff

Series

The Unknown Regions 🪐 Plus Size Reader | Adventure, Fluff and Smut 🗓️ Ongoing

Melting Point 🌋 Modern AU | Sculptor Din Djarin | Art PhD Reader | Slow Burn 🗓️ Ongoing

Sketches

Vader under the suit red and blue

Anakin and Padme

Revenge of the Sith Happy Ending AU

Agent Whiskey and Grogu

Grogu Doodles here, here and here 💚

Silly Thanksgiving Din

Bento Box Grogu

Cowboy Grogu

Menstrual cup Din

Confused Din Djarin

Side profile Din

Finished Pieces

Too lazy to finish anything RN

Gifts, Commissions & Requests

Obi-Wan Kenobi x OC

Count Dooku x OC

Here I put all my fav fics and art from other creators I love! Don’t wanna have that gems lost in the vastness of the internet!

Fav Art

That amazing comics of Din and Grogu that make me cry @abigaillarson

Best SW comics in the galaxy @stealingpotatoes

Supreme Din Djarin Art @immarocketman

Din an Grogu being cute & chaotic af by @wwapich

Maul x Obi-Wan Comics I didn’t knew I needed! @milkcioccolato

The cutest SW chibis @nikkigam

Fav Fics

Sweetest Modern Din Djarin AU @604to647

All my fav Pedro Boys by @fuckyeahdindjarin

The cutest Din!!! By @thefrogdalorian

Everything by @beskarandblasters honestly

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The dividers we can’t live without from @saradika @saradika-graphics

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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How do you think the Batchers and also ( self indulgent yay ! ) Wolffe, Hardcase, Boil and let`s go for .... Maul! be with reader immersed in a book as they relax?

Oh some sweet relaxed HC's, sounds nice! Thank you! :)

The Bad Batch x Reader – Book And Relax HC's

Mostly Fluffy / Partly Suggestive

Hunter

He is more of an active type, sitting back and reading is not his thing, but for your sake he will join in from time to time. His favorite thing to read is adventure stories or stories about explorers. When he reads something with you, it's preferably about faraway places that he would like to explore with you one day.

He likes to cuddle with you and play with your hair while you read together. That he will seduce you sooner or later should also be clear to you, Hunter can't sit around for long and your closeness always sparks him up a bit.

Echo

He likes to read with you, basically almost anything, but his favorite are fascinating life stories of people who have overcome crazy and dangerous life situations. He really devours these kinds of books whenever he can.

He'll have snacks and drinks provided and a snuggle blanket ready. Sometimes you'll fall asleep snuggled up against him while he's still reading.

Wrecker

The big guy likes lively adventure stories, exciting stories that are heading for a happy ending. He likes brave heroes and exciting love stories. He likes it best when he can snuggle up with you in a corner and you read to him. Of course he can read by himself, too, but he doesn't like it that much, he prefers to listen to you while he sees the story developing in his mind's eye.

As long as you read to him, he has the patience of an angel, he doesn't just fall asleep, he listens to you spellbound.

Tech

You will most likely read different things, unless you are into non-fiction. Basically, Tech loves to read, even in your presence, snuggled up together. However, he tends to read non-fiction 99% of the time, books from which he can take information, of any kind, but mostly technical stuff.

To get him to read a novel with you and really stick with it, you'll have to bring him a real masterpiece. One of the very few fictional novels he has enjoyed reading in his life is "The Swarm" by Frank Schätzing.

He's not a big cuddler when he reads, it distracts him, he says, but you're very welcome to lean on him.

Crosshair

Actually prefers to read alone. Actually. It takes him a while to give in to your suggestion to sit and read together.

He reacts quite surprised when you snuggle up to him.

"What's this going to be when it's done?"

"Well, I'll snuggle up to you."

Crosshair rolls his eyes, but lets you do what you were going to do. It doesn't take long, though, for his hand to slip between your legs under the covers and start rubbing you.

"Cross!"

"Let's make this a little more interesting okay?"

He will eventually enjoy these hours and actually read, but quite often he will just seduce you and get his stubborn way.

Maul

I don't know how you even managed that, but you and Maul seem to be a couple. Maul reads mostly about Sith and Jedi history and he loves to read to you from it, incorporating his own experiences.

He is very hands on, he will pet you while doing it, play with your hair or tug on your clothes. He is a surprisingly sensual person, it is not unusual that he seduces you in such hours one or the other time.

Wolffe

Stubborn as can be, but an alert, receptive mind. He actually owns a lot of books, much of it war-related reading, but hiding among them are a few fictional adventure books, the latter of which he enjoys reading with you. If you ask him to, he'll even read to you.

He makes you herbal tea and puts his arm around your shoulders while he reads, every now and then he steals a kiss from you and you discuss some of the protagonists' decisions, you can actually occupy yourselves with that for hours. Wolffe is a bit old-fashioned and especially likes the heroes and the woman in distress acts, he likes to imagine himself to be your hero, but of course he doesn't say it out loud.

Hardcase

He is so sweet and lively and attentive. He makes sure that your feet don't freeze when you read in bed, he always adjusts your blanket, he has lively discussions with you about the content of your books and moves a lot, he likes to gesticulate.

He will read almost anything as long as it contains some suspense, even romances if they are peppered with exciting backstories. He is adorable when he talks so enthusiastically and often you can just listen to him dreamy and affectionate while he excitedly tells you what just happened in his book.

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Boil

He is very fascinated and strongly connected with his Mandalorian origin. He uses the language with you very often, he reads a lot about the culture also with you. His helmet has the Death Watch logo on it for a reason.

The more you are interested in Mandalorian culture as well, the better. He reads with you about it learns the language with you until eventually you can talk properly in Mandoa'. He likes to have your legs on his lap when you read together and a hand on your knees. The number one topic of conversation during your reading sessions is definitely Mandalorian culture.

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murdockussy · 2 years

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Im neck deep in Sith!Obi so maybe some of that? Xreader…Putting reader in her place 🥹

Writing this has me in a deep Sith! Obi-Wan hole that I never want to leave. I love this request and I hope you enjoy it!!

(Head to my masterlist to read more about requests :))

Nothing Like You

Warnings: Fighting, choking, death references, sad Obi but he's hot when he's angry

Words: 4,700 ish

There was only one way to describe you felt – cold. Though not like the chill you’d feel as a cool breeze blew against your skin, or the icy metal of your lightsaber handle after being untouched for hours on end. No, this was different. This was the kind of cold that created an echoing tremble beneath your bones, that caused your mouth to run dry as you continued on your journey. The constant chill that ran through your spine stemmed from no relation to weather, but a place of unease – of fear.

Years before now – back when you were only approaching your trials for becoming a Jedi Master - there had been rumors sparked about a troubled Padawan and his loyal Master. It was believed that the Padawan - Anakin Skywalker - had been clouded by a darkened influence, his beliefs contorting down an immoral path Jedi swore to never go down. It was said that his Master - Obi-Wan Kenobi - had tracked the boy down to put an end to his disorder, thought what was to follow remained a mystery to all.

Some believe that Kenobi never made it – that Skywalker was too well hidden for him to find. Many suspect that the Master is still seeking out his Padawan. Others till this day often debate over the idea of Kenobi succeeding, only to cut his life short afterwards from guilt. Either way, the Jedi Order and the Republic remained stable, people still enduring their peaceful lives within the temple.

However, all began to change when a handful of your fellow Council members began to disappear one by one, not a word spoken or a trace left behind, which led you to where you were today.

It had been close to three days since you left the temple, yourself as well as other Jedi recruited individually to seek out the missing personnel. Given the little information you had on the issue, you all jumped to action with no guidance or direction, your only navigation being your gut feeling and the Force.

For the first two days, you’d flown from planet to planet in hopes to communicate with any available resources, any allies of the Jedi, to gather information, only to be let down by almost everyone's unfamiliarity with the situation. With no lead, you jetted out to deeper space, little hope to be found until you felt something – a sudden yet powerful disturbance within the Force – you instantly following the path it was leading you across.

The pull led you to an unknown planet, your ships navigations reading the terrene as completely vacant, and the closer you flew towards it, the more a feeling of restlessness began to expand inside you, growing wider in mass as you drew closer.

Dipping into what looked like a lifeless valley, the grounds beneath you were paved with red lava, the rivers of it a glowing blur as you skimmed just above the surface, you taking in the vast charcoal mountains surrounding you as you continued to peruse the draw of the Force. Your commute came to a stop as you reached a dead end, your pull taking a final tug as you landed your spacecraft atop of a flat cliff.

Switching off the engines, you shook the overwhelming feeling of nerves as you tugged your robe over your shoulders and grasped onto the handle of your saber, the weight of it resting in your palms bringing you a slither of comfort.

Stepping out onto the land, you couldn’t help but be somewhat appreciative of the sight before you – a volcano like mountain standing tall, you unable to see anything above it besides the dim smokey skies, trickles of raging lava cascading down the sides bringing light to the inky structure. At the base of the abundance was a hollow opening, a cave engulfed by darkness.

Igniting your saber, you held the weapon in front of you, your blade illuminating the walls of the cavity as you hesitantly entered, the sight of your ship growing faint behind you.

The further you trekked, the worse your emotions grew, your anxiety peaking as you walked, the sounds of your boots crushing rubble beneath you mixing with trickles of water in the distance echoing around you, your eyes constantly averting from left to right. Something definitely was off about this place, and you were certain that whatever it was would not be good news.

Your tour felt never ending, the sights around you remaining the same as you walked, and at one point you considered the possibility that you’d somehow got yourself caught in a hallucinative loop. That changed, however, when the acoustics around you grew quieter, you spotting a door like structure carved into the stone ahead. You approached it with caution, you switching the angle of your lightsaber to take in the mysterious carvings on the surface of the entrance, it portraying symbols that were unknown to you.

Before you had the chance of attempting to decode the message, the wall slid backwards, you jumping at the sudden movement, pulling your weapon close to your body as you changed your stance, preparing to attack. Met with nothing but silence, you relaxed slightly, your stance still defensive as you proceeded towards the door, your fingers pressing against the crack in the surface, the rock swinging open.

Stepping beyond the door, you were met with what seemed to be a second cave, the circular room larger in width than in length, the space illuminated by the dangling torches hanging from the wall's surfaces.

Passing beyond the doorway, your head tilted to take in the multiple hallways stemming from the room, you were oblivious to the closing of the door behind you, the thud of the frame closing causing you to spin with an audible gasp. Your back to the room, you frantically darted your eyes around the doorway, confused by the lack of presence you anticipated to be there – though something lingered in the air that caused you to feel nervous, a certain darkness that added to your weighty unease.

As you attempted to spin yourself back around to explore the cave, a sudden pressure snaked itself around the entirety of your body, a tightness on your neck causing the air around to become difficult to inhale. Your body grew limp, blood running cold as your feet disconnected with the stone floor beneath you, fear prickling across your skin as you levitated. Instantly you recognized the power being used against you – the Force – though not the kind you’d harvested for the entirety of your life. Whoever your new opponent was, they were completely surrounded by darkness.

Using all you might, you fought for air as you attempted in every way possible to break free from the Force hold, your body remaining stiff as you gradually were dragged slowly through the air away from the door, the movements coming to a pause once you were center of the room.

Your hand began to unwillingly loosen on your weapon, the blade of your saber lowering back into its handle before being pulled forcefully from your hand, a soft clap of the metal meeting with fabric sounding from behind you. Your eyes began to water, your mind feeling light as you continued to fight for air, your voice strained as you pushed out a soft plea, “...Put me... down”

The pressure surrounding you suddenly dissipated, your heightened body falling to the floor, you landing on your side before lifting yourself into a kneeling position, your hands resting on your chest as you remained doubled over gasping for air.

Your fuzzy brain regained its focus, your vision clearer from the oxygen flowing into your lungs once again, you only just taking notice of the shadowed figure in the corner of your eye. Raising your body into a standing position, you turned to face the person before you, the silhouette of a body seated on top of a colossal charcoal throne, their face shielded by the hood of their black robe, one of their legs bent resting on the seat in front of them while the other placed itself onto the floor, their foot tapping on the stone surface of the ground.

Your stomach dropped at the sight. You could feel the rage, the darkened power radiation off them as they sat smugly, spread out on their throne, you coming to a swift understanding of why you’d been feeling so anxious – the answer was seated directly in front of you.

Out of instinct, your palm opened as you attempted to drag your weapon back to you, only to be met by a strong resistance, you spotting the gloved hand of the person gripping the hilt of your saber, you switching to a less abrasive plan of action – you'd have to talk your way out of this.

“Who are you?”

You were met with a response of deep laughter, your patience beginning to wear thin as you took a step closer to the hooded figure.

“I asked you a question, show yourself!” you called, the echo of your choice swimming between the walls of the room.

The figure slowly adjusted their position, both their legs now touching the ground beneath them as their posture turned upright, their free hand steadily inching its way to their hood before pulling, the fabric of their disguise falling behind their head revealing their face.

Your eyes widened as you absorbed features of the man. His hair long, loose pieces falling against his forehead. On his left cheek, a permanent scar, a single line of deep reds and purples dripping from his cheekbone through to the edges of his lips. Though what stood out most of all was his gleaming eyes, the rings of his orbs a vibrant yellow hugged by a red horizon, a chill running down your spine as you caught them staring directly into yours.

He watched as you stalled, fear striking you. It had been so many years since you’d heard of a Sith, let alone encountered one.

“You’re afraid” The voice taunted, his eyes never leaving yours, “by my understandings, that isn’t very Jedi like, now is it?”

You dismissed his words as you attempted to restrain your emotions, not wanting him to read your sentiments any further. For a second time, you attempted to lure your weapon back to you side, your trial resisted against once again, his strength even stronger this time.

“If you wish for your weapon, all you have to do is ask” he smugly joked.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice sturdy, you beginning to move closer to the throne the man sat atop of, mentally creating a plan of action.

“What makes you think I wanted you? You are the one who came to me, after all”

“The Force led me here, though I see now that it wasn’t the Force. It was just you, wasn’t it?”

“Smart little thing you are. However, still so foolish to fall into my trap, just like those before you”

Alarms began to ring in your mind at his words, you starting to connect to missing puzzle pieces.

“This is something you do often, falsely lure people in?”

“Not just people - Jedi. Though only the weakest of them seem to fall for it”

Suddenly it clicked, the disappearances of the Council members now making sense. They we’re bought here under false pretenses, just as you had been. But now one question remained – where were they?

“Whatever trap you think you have me in, I will not fall for it”

“Don’t be so naive. You know within your pathetic, hopeful little heart that you’re already trapped. But you should be proud, so far you’ve survived longer than the rest did”

“Where are they?”

“They’re gone” he said, raising his hand above him with an open palm, the sounds of rattling metal appearing from one of the hallway exits beside you, “Returned to whatever pathetic afterlife they believe in”

You caught the movement from the corner of your eye, your attention turning towards it. Your stomach dropped as you caught sight of the levitating pile of weapons, memorable lightsaber hilts piled together, some destroyed, burnt and broken, others completely intact – they belonged to your fellow council members, and you realised in that moment that they truly were gone.

“Don’t be so sorrowful. Their deaths we’re quick, practically painless – some of them, anyway” he scoffed, a small smile pulling at his lips as he gawked over the stack of weapons.

You took the small chance you had while the Sith was distracted to take back your saber, the resistance no longer there as you pulled it towards you through the Force, the metal flying through the air before landing in your palm, a wave of ease flowing through your veins as you gripped it with all your might, igniting the flaming blade.

Too late to stop your movements, the man threw the sabers back into the room they appeared from, the crashing sounds of them colliding with the floor causing you to jump, his face devious as his attention diverted back to you, his posture tightening.

“Smart move. A courageous thing you are, such a shame for you to go to waste”

“You won’t kill me” you spat, your legs spreading as you adjusted your stance, preparing for any form of attack.

“You weren’t exactly who I wished to have here in the first place, don’t be so egotistic”

The man stood, his frame appearing larger than yours as he stepped away from his throne, his direction aiming towards you. You side stepped, your legs slowly carrying you in the opposite direction of the man, him following pursuit, the two of you circling around one another from a distance.

“I’m not the one here with an ego issue”

A laugh erupted from the man, his prefect teeth flashing you a smile you’d believe to be genuine, friendly even. In the moment, you took a small slither of appreciation for the man's looks, his handsomeness shining through his dishonorable demeanor.

“You remind me of myself. I used to be as likeminded as you are, brave, daring, lig-”

“I am nothing like you. We are not the same”

His arm extended in front of him, gloved palm rotating to face you, your body stopping in its tracks. A sudden tight grip wrapped itself around you, squeezing you together from the neck down, a pressure on your throat lightly tightening, but you we’re still able to breathe unlike the last time.

“Do not interrupt me!” the man howled, his arm reached out as he stormed towards you, your heart beginning to rapidly beat.

He came to a pause a few feet away from you, his Force hold remaining strong as he stepped to the side, him now circling around you figure as his eyes raked your body up and down, watching as you attempted to fight against his grip.

“Your eagerness is intriguing. If I kill you now, your power goes to waste... but I can’t exactly let you walk out of here free, can I?”

“Let go of me” you responded, ignoring his question.

His body slowly passed your front, his eyes starting at your feet before working their way up to your face, you losing sight of him again as he worked his way behind you.

“I can give you a choice, a change of freedom” he said, you falling silent, him taking that as a que to continue.

“Either I kill you now” he spoke as he stepped forward, his voice appearing now directly behind you, his breath fanning over your ear sending chills down your spine, you lips parting in shock. “Or... you join me” he cooed into your other ear.

“No!” you spat, your head twisting to the side to face him, a smirk forming as he watched you struggle harder against his hold.

“Show a little appreciation, young one, you’re the first that’s even gotten the chance to make it out of here alive”

“I would rather die than to become a Sith, to become someone like you!”

To your complete shock, his hold around you faltered at your words, his smirk quivering. You took his bizarre reaction to your advantage, you continuing to throw insults his way.

“To be your apprentice would be worse than death itself. You are no leader I would live for!”

His features turned sour, yet his hold grew loose, you ongoing with your words.

“To have you as a Master would be a dishonor!”

A small whispered “No” escaped through his tight frown, his scorching eyes clouded with painful thoughts as he watched you. You took your chance at his distraction, your closed fist opening slightly as you used all your strength to knock the man beside you with the Force, his body stumbling backwards as the hold you were trapped in completely disappeared.

Without a second thought, you charged at the man, your ignited saber swinging towards him, him reflexing away at the last moment as your blade swooshed beside him.

With a twirl, he pulled his own weapon from his hip just in time for your second attack, his blade shooting forward, the flaming sword colliding with yours, the block just centimeters away from his face.

Your eyes widened at the blazing colors before you, you stumbling away from the man in pure shock. He stood, chest heaving as he watched you with fury, yet you couldn’t seem to care for the moment, you completely in a trance as you stared at his sword, mind moving at a rapid pace.

What was once blue now flickered with streams of red flowing from the base to the tip of the blade, the swirling colors dancing around one another, almost as if the red was a growing infection within the weapon.

Your mind flew back to the many conversations you’d had about a well-respected Jedi, one who was kind, yet skillful. Determined and hopeful, who’s vibrant blue saber was unforgettable on any battlefield. Who succeeded in his ways of becoming a General, coming forth to the Council just as you had. Who cared for his people so deeply, enough to lay his life on the line to stop his beloved Padawan – someone he considered to be a brother - from choosing a life of darkness. The realisation dawned on you, the mystery so many before you had yet to solve now standing before you.

The colorful blade of his weapon cascaded back into its hilt, his wide stance pulling together as he relaxed, him taking a step towards you.

“Ahhh, and there it is. You know”

“You... You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi”

Taking another step forward, he spoke again, “That name is just a ghost of my past, now I am only what remains”

Confusion aside, you couldn’t help but let the anger bubble deep inside you, your words pouring from your mouth before you had the chance to stop.

“They praise you, speak so highly of your dedication to the Order! Everyone holding you on some sort of... pedestal, but they are wrong! You’re no role model, you’re nothing like how they make you out to be!”

“You know what they say; never meet your hero's”

His smugness fueled your emotions, you holding your saber in front of you, the tip of it pointing towards his chest as you continued.

“How could a Jedi as honorable as Obi-Wan Kenobi turn into such a disillusion? You we’re atop of your game, you were a General, a member of the Council, you-”

“The Jedi Council were mindless! And they remain to be that way!”

“The Council aren’t the cause for this, you are!”

The shout of your words caused something within the Sith to snap once more, his smug tone turning cold as he pushed you backwards through the Force, your saber remaining ignited as it catapulted towards him, his own switching on to blaze with light, him holding both weapons in his hands.

“They made me the way I am!” Kenobi spat, you stumbling backwards as he chillingly creeped towards you, his voice rising as he continued, “They’re deceitful, selfish!”

“You hold so much anger towards them, enough to murder them with cold blood. There’s a cause” you stated, slowly pacing yourself away, you cautious to not push his buttons too far as you spoke, “Could it be guilt? A small part of you still regretful for turning against your own?”

“I don’t feel any remorse for your kind, their lies and dishonesties we’re the cause of their deadly fate, it was just a matter of time before they met it”

The glow in his eyes intensified with the colorful reflection of both sabers in his hand, his darkness seeping through now more than ever as he stalked you down like prey, you maintaining your distance as you both circled around the room.

“Someone as generous as the legendary Obi-Wan would not act in such vile ways over just lies-”

“They’re untrustworthy! They speak of the Sith in such negative manors, withholding from teaching the strength we hold, forcing those who feel it to reject it! They fear our power, the fact we’re stronger than any Jedi!”

“Yet you we’re one of them, one of the best members the Council ever had”

“The Kenobi they speak of is dead! Your people rejected the boy, rejected the truth that was stood directly in front of them! Their delusions and self-indulgence have consequences that we’re far overdue till now!”

His shouts ricocheted off the cave walls, your eyes squinting slightly from the pain that formed inside your ears. He was furious, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace has he grew closer to you. You knew you were now within dangerous waters, you getting somewhat of a breakthrough at his confession, his emotions pouring through the cracks he never meant to open, yet you went ahead with your questioning, working with a lack of plan as you continued.

“The boy...” you spoke calmly, his head tilting lower as he listened to your words, “They rejected him, your Padawan – Anakin Skywalker?”

“Don’t speak his name!”

Pain was evident in his voice, his angered gaze softening for just a moment, and suddenly it all made sense – his turn on the Jedi Order, on the Council, why he was killing the people of his past one by one.

“What you’re doing isn’t for your own sake, this is all for him. They rejected him, and now you’re seeking revenge, aren’t you?!”

Your breath was knocked from your lungs at the sudden drag of your body, your back colliding with the floor as you toppled over. Your arms were pulled from your sides, a nonexistent presence holding them out extended beside you, pinning you to the cool floor, you unable to lift yourself up. Fear slid its way through your bloodstream as the man marched towards you, him stepping over your body, his frame taller than ever as he stood with his boots on either side of your torso, the blades of the lightsabers now crossed dangerously close to your neck.

“You think you’re so wise, don’t you, little one? Attempting to use my past against me, to lower my guard?”

His body shifted, his legs lowering, knees moving one by one to rest on the floor beside you, his back arching slightly down as he now kneeled hovering above your stomach, his body dominating yours as he lowered the weapon just inches from your skin, the heat of the overlapped blades causing your neck to grow uncomfortably warm.

“You’re more naive than I thought. You believe your words can hurt me? I killed my Padawan, watched as the life drained from his body, and guess what, I'm going to do the same to you”

Your body drew cold with terror as your pulse began to catch in your throat, you fighting with what power you had to press your neck away from the blades.

“Oh, you’re scared? You should be”

“Don’t... don’t do this”

The man scoffed, his face lowering as close to yours as it could be without the sabers making contact with his chest, your stomaching beginning to churn with something different, something non fear related.

“Do you really think I'd let you walk out of here and return to your Jedi scum ways? You know your options, so choose”

Sudden images casted across your mind, a vision of yourself beside the man on the throne. You looked different, barely recognizable to who you were today. Your clothes were darker, more fitted, less layered and simpler. Your hair was longer, cascading across your chest, free from its usual pushed back look the Council made you wear. Your eyes were glowing, warm colors identical to the man sat beside you.

Yet of all the differences, one thing struck you the most – your smile. It was genuine, the brightest you’d seen it after so many years. It stretched out across your pink flushed cheeks as your head tilted to look at the Sith below you, his face turning to meet yours, your joyous features spreading onto his face. You we’re happy, truly happy – something you hadn’t been in a long time.

Your attention was drawn back to the present at the sound of the weapons being switched off, the humming coming to an end as the man pulled the handles away from your neck, him reattaching them to his hips as his face remained unreadable, the angered expression gone.

“You’re-”

“No!” you interrupted, your voice stern as you spat, “You can’t trick me, lure me into the darkness with false predictions!”

“I didn’t do that”

“You expect me to believe you, out of all people, you?! I won’t give in to your lies, get out of my head!”

His body swiftly shifted, his hands falling besides your head as he remained kneeling above your torso, the anger from his eyes pouring into yours as he glared at you, his breath hot across your face as he spoke.

“If I was in your head, you’d know. But I saw them too. That was not me, young one, that was the Force”

You remained silent, your breathing unsteady as you pondered. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew within yourself that the Sith was right, that he wasn’t the cause of the image projections in your mind. Yet you refused to accept it, option for silence over a reply to his words.

“Refuse all you want, but you know the truth” he spoke, his body shifting as he raised a palm from the floor, it smoothly drawing closer to your face until it made contact with your skin, his gloved fingers delicately tracing from the edge of your temple to the base of your jaw.

“Your whit and courage can be put to so much more use. In the Council you have to fight to remain equal, but here, you won’t have too. Isn’t that what you want?”

The eye contact you maintained with the man wavered, you looking below his face before his fingers pinched your chin bringing your gaze to meet his once more. Your face was now mere centimeters from his, an electricity in your lips forming at the close distance between his and yours, his voice falling deceivingly sweet as he cooed.

“By my side, you can be happy, just like you were in the vision. There’s a darkness within you. It’s there whether you wish to accept the facts or not. Allow it to overtake you, bask in its power. Join me, let me help you... We can be free, together”

There was a beat of silence once the whispered words fell from his mouth, the two of you unmoving as you allowed his offer to sink within your skin, your answer becoming clear, him catching a glimpse your decision through the brisk twinkle in your eye. Sucking in a sharp breath, his head dipped, his lips barely grazing yours, him waiting for you to lock in your fate, and without a second thought, you did, a powerful yet blissful wave of darkness dancing down your spine as your lips made contact with his.

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