#yandere obi wan x reader
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Sith!Obi-wan x reader
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strict of course
but when I talk about strict Sith Obi-wan, I really mean strict, that means the punishment is also something we all want to avoid.
force choking-? that’s one of it
but when he’s mad enough, it will be the stage of him starving you until you beg for help
cutting your limbs? never impossible
especially if you’re a rebel and you’re a Jedi
cutting your limbs is truly one of the options he’ll use for you
but if you really reach the point you made him run out of his own patience
but he’s a patient man, even if he’s a Sith
because he learns to be soft around you
if he becomes suddenly silent or stops visiting you, then soon he will prepare something for you that you are sure you will never like, punishment of course.
if you face that situation, I think it’s better to seek his forgiveness rather than using that free time to escape
if you escape, the punishment will be even harder.
just don’t be stupid.
you know the situation
just love him then your whole life will never be miserable and helpless
okay about cutting your limbs...
I think when he finally does that, he’ll feel super bad, seeking your forgiveness but will also say “It’s for your best” when actually it’s for his best.
for his best so you’ll learn your lesson, not to run away
one day he just gives you synthetic arms/legs for which one he cuts your body idk which one
and if you’re trying to run away with that gifts he gave you, don’t worry, he got a small remote here to control that synthetic arm/legs, maybe he could turn it off (especially if he’s cutting legs if you run away and turning the hand ones if you’re using your lightsaber or blaster)
but after that, he’ll slowly approach you and ask what makes you uncomfortable here
he’ll hug you, stroking your hair softly while asking in a soft, sad voice asking what’s wrong, what is the thing you despise here that makes you keep and keeps running away.
maybe his attitude, or this place, he sure he can change it for you, just for you.
if you’re once his close friend, he knows everything about you, what you like and what you’re scared of
he’ll use that against you
but only in words, he actually never does it, but his words are sound serious enough makes you consider your rebel action sometimes
because if he really does it, it will make everything complicated, I think.
actually he hates it when he has to punish you violently, but he got no other choice
he’s between love or hates your crying, he loves to wipe it out when you’re crying in his arms after he catches you and then goes “shh shh it’s okay, I’m here with you, we can delay the punishment until you stop crying, right here in my arms”
yandere Jedi Obi with yandere Sith Obi is a total different y’know
you don’t know? now you know, you’re welcome..!
but if you are in love with how the way he is
he’s over the karking galaxy.
hell cuddle when he’s in bad mood, he’ll kiss before and after he goes to work, and he’ll be a super nice husband.
bad rumor about you among the admirals, captains, clones, or anyone it is? there will be no tomorrow for them.
he’ll never show his anger, despite you already know who he is
basically just doesn’t want to scare you, he doesn’t want to see your scared face
when you’re crying he’ll wrap you around his arms but silently make a murder plan in his head somewhere in the storage of his brain but he’ll make sure he’ll be there until you’re done crying and feeling better.
“it’s okay dear, you’re stronger than them, and soon everything will be fine because I know you’re strong.”
he loves it when you scold him every time he got injured after a mission, even though the scar is not that bad and it’s also had been taken care of before he comes home, but he loves at your cute mad face scolding him, he then kiss your lips and you becoming quickly silent is also cute for him, sometimes he laughs it off after he kisses you.
but he’s a sweet man after all
MORNING ROUTINE WITH THIS ONE SITH IS-
it’s between he wakes up earlier and then left you because emergency
or he wakes up late by purpose so you’ll wake him up
and playfully tuck you to bed again, fills your face with a thousand passionate kisses here and there
but if you tickle him first, he’ll either wake up or trap you in and give you his revenge
he’s sensitive when being tickled, no more denial. HE’S TICKLISH.
I guess that’s all for yandere portion, I love this man so much you just don’t know about it
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Anchor in the Sands, Part 2
Yandere Obi Wan x Plus size F! Jedi Reader
Warnings:
18+ NSFW
Nudity
Unprotected PiV (Don't be stupid children. No wrapping, no clapping)
Anal Play (M and F receiving)
Body Worship
Use of Adult Toys
Mutual Masturbation
Brief mention of Pregnancy and childbirth (Not Explicit)
Oral (M and F Receiving)
Body Worship
@dragony937
This is more of a filler/setup chapter.
Minors, ye be warned
(Y/N) woke to the feeling of warmth, Obi Wan’s arms had wrapped around her when they had fallen asleep and stayed that way through the night.
What was new though, was the gentle grinding against her back, his half hard cock rutting up against her gently.
Obi Wan moaned softly in her ear and Y/N reached behind her, running a hand down his face, rubbing his beard.
“Obi Wan”, Y/N sweetly called, turning around so that she was facing Obi Wan.
Her shifting more than anything else woke him, he blearily opened his eyes, looking at her sleepily.
“What is it love?” he asked, as if he wasn’t still rutting up against her soft stomach.
“Nothing. You just seemed to be having a good dream”, His cock twitched at the reminder of what he was woken from, “a VERY good dream.” Y/N added cheekily.
Obi Wan kissed Y/N’s forehead and she leaned closer to him, starting to grind back against him, need flaring in her stomach.
“Was dreaming of you, lovebug. M’always dreaming of you”
Y/N took his face and kissed him deeply, their tongues going through what was now a very familiar, but no less intoxicating, dance.
Y/N leaned onto Obi Wan’s shoulder, motioning for him to lie on his back while she straddled his waste, rubbing her now aching pussy against his soft stomach, the trail of soft hair creating delicious friction oh her achy clit.
“What was I doing my love? Tell me everything”
Obi Wan looked up at her, heat and worship glinting in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Mmph, you were on top of me, just like this. All soft and warm and dewy against the snow. We were in a cabin on some remote mountain, there was a big window behind you, forest everywhere. You were angelic, framed by nature and going wild yourself”
Y/N arched a brow, a coy smile on her face as she slowly shuffled down, beautifully and agonizingly taking her time.
She had reached his chest and was happily licking the relaxed muscles, starting from the top and following the trail of hair down, massaging wherever her tongue wasn’t. she lifted her head to see Obi Wan watching her with undivided attention.
“Sounds like a good dream. Do you fantasize about that often, my Obi Wan? Us, naked and alone in some wild place where we can love without care, for the rest of our lives?”
“Ye-ahh…”
Y/N had latched onto Obi Wans Nipple and had started sucking in earnest. She had discovered he was a bit of a tits man, both giving and receiving.
While Y/N smoothed over his chest, shoulders and face with one hand, she once again shuffled down, her now dripping womanhood nestling over his weeping cock, locking him in a warm embrace.
Obi Wan bucked slightly at her sudden contact, he was always so sensitive.
Y/N lifted off his rosy nipple and blew gently on it, her lips swollen and red.
“Shhh, my Darling. Tell me more about your dream” she the switched her attentions to his other nipple.
“You-Mmm, that’s good Lover- you were kissing your way down, massaging everywhere you went, telling me to try and stay as still as possible. When you got to my belly, you kept your hands on my chest, playing with my-Ahh- my nipples.”
Obi Wan was whining sweetly, earnestly and without restraint, just like Y/N liked. She had been following along with his words, hanging onto every detail.
Obi Wan’s hands came to her ass, gripping her cheeks firmly, enjoying the squish of her flesh, but stilling the action she hadn’t realized she started.
“Love, you need to stop that, or I’m not going to be able to last.”
Y/N, having learnt this lesson before, stopped her rocking motion. She lifted off his ruddy wet cock, taking a moment to admire how pretty it was, just like the rest of him.
She had never really thought of cocks as being pretty. But his was to her. It wasn’t overly long, but it was fat, enough to fill her with such a satisfying stretch, with three freckles near the base.
Hi erection stood proudly, curving towards his stomach and leaking precum. The head was angry and red, and Y/N couldn’t resist laying a gentle and loving kiss to his hypersensitive tip.
Having gotten to know his body better over the past few weeks, Y/N knew she had to use a gentle touch with him. The teasing and flirtation drove him crazy, but it wasn’t enough to make him finish.
Obi Wan jumped as if he had been shocked. He moaned hoarsely and twisted at the hip, bringing one leg up over the other as if to hide his need from Y/N.
“Force, careful, Lovebug” he breathed out, as Y/N rubbed his hips, ass and lower stomach, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh there.
“Colour?” she asked sweetly.
“Green, so fucking green. Just-mmm-slow down a bit” Obi Wan took her hand, kissing her knuckles and lacing their fingers together.
He was always wanting for contact, needing her hand in his.
Y/N moved to kneel in the space between his legs, her ribs cradled between his thighs, chest cushioning his twitching erection and her head on his stomach, ear down and eyes closed.
“What else happened in your dream, my Love?”
“Do I really need to answer that?” His cock once again twitched violently. Obi Wan apparently liked this position, but Y/N wasn’t having his cheek.
“I don’t know. Maybe I could just lie here for the rest of the day. Play with this cute tummy of yours”
Y/N turned her head, face down on the flesh of his belly. Her nose was nuzzling into the warm, soft skin while she sucked and kissed and blew over it, admiring its jiggle when she released him from her mouth with a ‘pop’.
Obi Wan huffed and giggled. He was ticklish and slightly shy about his stomach, and she knew it.
He had once asked if she regretted not getting to know him when he was thinner, leaner and in better shape.
Y/N had told him she had loved his body then and she loved it now.
That thought suddenly gave Obi Wan an idea.
“Love?” he called to her.
“mmhmm” Y/N answered, distracted and entranced by listening to the soft whines and gurgles his belly made when she pressed her ear against it.
“Tell me again why you love my body so much?” he asked with only a little bit of shyness.
She had established early on, that if he wanted to be worshipped and she wasn’t doing it, he should tell her.
Y/N loved Obi Wan and could worship him for hours, but she wasn’t always entirely in sync with what he wanted, so she encouraged him to communicate with her, tell her outright what he wanted.
“What’s not to love? Your perfect.” His eyes widened when she told him like they always did. Her poor Obi Wan had been plagued by self-image issues for a while and had trouble believing anything good about himself anymore, no matter how many times she reassured him.
Y/N crawled back up to Obi Wan, so that they were face to face again.
“That’s right. You,” She kissed his nose, “your perfect.”
“I’ll start from here. Your hair is so soft and somehow always smell so good. Like campfire and rain, no matter what you wash with or where you go. Your eyes? Ethereal. They’re so blue and kind and intelligent. I love the way they sparkle when your happy, or glint when your amused,” she kissed his eyelids and forehead, “ I love the way they always look at and out for me, the way your eyelashes tickle me when I kiss your face and the cute creases and lines that appear when you smile or frown.” Y/N moved down to his lips kissing him repeatedly between praise.
“I love-kiss- your beard and the way it tickles when you nuzzle into me. -kiss- I love how your lips are a little rough and how they scratch at me when we kiss.”
She broke away from his furiously blushing face, running a hand through his beard, rubbing his cheek tenderly before moving down to pepper his chest and shoulders with kisses and light nips.
“I love how strong you are. You are so strong Obi Wan. You kept us so safe. You keep us so safe. Me, you and little Luke. We owe our safety to you my love”
Y/N sucked a mark into Obi Wan’s neck, her hand tenderly wiping away a single tear that had slipped down his cheek. These sessions always made him feel so emotionally raw.
“You can cry my Darling, let it out. You don’t have to hide from me. I adore how open and vulnerable you’re letting yourself be. You’re doing so well.”
Tears ran down Obi Wans face at a faster rate, he felt so secure under her touch. So full and strong.
“I love how soft your chest is. Its so nice to lean on and listen to your heartbeat. Its strong too. I feel so safe when I’m wrapped in your arms on your chest, like nothing could ever hurt us again.
Speaking of your arms, I adore how capable they are, and how gentle. You can wield a lightsaber with beautiful brutality or cradle the tiniest baby with absolute tenderness. Its so incredibly attractive to me, seeing you do anything, holding anything in your arms. And they’re soft too. I can snuggle down into you and feel comfortable, protected and cared for.”
Obi Wan had closed his eyes and leaned his head back, tears still streaming down his face.
He had heard her say all these things before, of course, but they never failed to stir his deepest sense of affection for her. How she just eradicated all sense of inadequacy and made him feel lighter than air made her more precious to him than any vow or mission he had ever taken.
Y/N continued her way down his body, knowing he was hanging on to her every word.
“Ahh, one of my favorites. I love your tummy so much. I enjoyed looking at you when you were thinner, its true,” Obi Wan looked to her at this, meeting her eye, she just smiled sweetly, nuzzling back into the chub around on his belly, “however, this is something special to me.”
She kissed the smooth skin once before settling down again.
“It’s so smooth and soft and warm and sweet. I don’t know how anyone could ever hate it. Not when it makes you so comfortable and warm to lie against at night. All that and you can still do everything you did when skinny? Perfection. I get blissed out just thinking about loving up on your tummy.”
Y/N ran her hands up his sides, tickling him and earning some sweet giggles and huffs out of the darling man.
“Hmmm, I like that sound. I could listen to it all day.”
Obi Wan could see the mischievous glint in her eyes, knowing what she was implying when she went to raise her hands to his waist again. Instead, he took both, holding them lovingly in his larger ones, by his side.
Y/N pouted, the moved on.
“And this, pretty, fucking cock. Its mouthwatering. I could play with it, suck on it, all day.”
She started to kiss up the base, bringing him to full hardness again. Obi Wan’s hands found their way to the back of her head, grounding himself to her.
Y/N’s hand came up to gently fondle Obi Wan’s balls. He jumped slightly at the contact.
“Hmm, I love how sensitive you are. How receptive to…all kinds of pleasures.”
Y/N went to take Obi Wan’s thighs, gripping them behind the knee and bringing them up to his chest, motioning for him to hold them there.
The verbal worship was over. Now she wanted to send him to paradise.
Y/N ran her hands down the inside of Obi Wan’s thighs, rubbing and massaging at the fat there before spreading them slightly.
“Give me a colour, my darling” Y/N lovingly said as she ran a soft, light hand down his cock, to his hole and back again.
“Green, Green! For the love of the force, keep going”
Y/N kissed the back of Obi Wan’s thigh.
“I need you to pass me the lube then my darling”
Obi Wan, well on the way to being blissed out, reached blindly to his bedside table, where he knew he kept lube and a few toys.
He reached the drawer and pulled out the lube, as well as one of his favorite toys for times like this. A simple, realistic dildo with a flared, suction cup base. Not too thick or long. He passed them to Y/N who took them and got to work with what was, by now, a practiced ease.
Y/N squirted liberal amounts of the slick substance onto Obi Wans cock, balls and taint, letting it drip down to his ass on its own. Obi Wan loved the tease, the wait.
While the lube was making its way down, Y/N lightly danced her fingers over his hard, twitching cock. He was beyond ready. Whining and moaning loudly, and without restraint.
He was never afraid to let her know how much he liked her attentions.
“Yes, yeah. Just like that love bug, Hnngg, nice and soft for me. So sweet and gentle. Play with my ass a little now yeah? Not too hard, just tease around the rim. Yesss! Kriff, your so good to me”
Obi Wan was a flushed, pretty mess. His head thrown back, his eyes closed, and brows pinched together in pleasure as Y/N played with his ass. He whined when she pulled her hand away from him.
Y/N brought her clean, dry hand up to caress his face. Running her thumb across his lips, he took it into his mouth, suckling lightly.
“Don’t worry you sensitive, sweet man. You’re doing so good for me. I just need to get my cock ready for you. I don’t want you to feel any pain, okay?”
Obi Wan nodded. His eyes glazed over, a slight trail of drool leaking out the side of his mouth where her thumb was.
She wiped his chin when she pulled her thumb away.
As Y/N prepped the toy for Obi Wan, he sat up and brought his hand to her core, feeling her need for him and he preened.
All this just for him.
Obi Wan swiped his fingers up and down her slit, collecting the slick that had gathered there and spread it up to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles with his pointer and middle finger.
Y/N mewled at the contact, panting at the pleasure. She had pushed her own aching need to the side to pleasure Obi Wan, but his attentions brought them back to the front in full force and after a minute or two she was as desperate as him.
“Obi wan. NNGG, give me a toy, or your fingers, anything! Just, please. I need it. I need it so bad, I'm so empty.”
He pulled his had away from her flushed, glistening flower and up to her lower stomach, his hand soaked. He rubbed at, squeezed and played with the fat on her tummy, admiring the scars and stretchmarks there. With his free hand he once again reached blindly into the drawer, pulling out a vibrating double penetration toy he knew she enjoyed.
“Pass me the lube, my darling. Then come up here and sit on my chest, facing away from me.” Obi Wan instructed.
Y/N had once been nervous about sitting on Obi Wan. She was a big girl. Strong, healthy and with plenty of chub to spare, Y/N was nervous about cutting off his breathing or crushing him. He answered by pulling her straight down, pussy first, onto his face, holding her down by the thighs and groaning out how good she felt on top of him, while his hips bucked wildly. That was the first time she’d ever been the cause of a man cumming untouched. Now it was one of their favorite places for her to be.
Y/N didn’t hesitate when she swung her leg over Obi Wan’s chest and bent over, exposing her wet need and asshole to him.
He prepped her toy while admiring the view.
Unable to resist the temptation, he leaned up a bit and pulled Y/N back onto his face, lips meeting her folds in a surprisingly tender embrace.
He kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth, with heat, passion and care.
Y/N moaned like a whore when Obi Wan started to tongue fuck her, his groaning at her taste sending delicious vibrations to her core and causing her to soak his beard with a surprise orgasm.
Obi Wan mouthed at her twitching entrance, gently rubbing her clit as she came back down to earth.
“Good girl. That’s right, come back to me. You did so well, soaking me with your delicious pussy. I could worship at your core forever” he praised, rubbing her hips and thighs, giving her ass a light spank and a jiggle.
“But we’re not done yet my love” Obi Wan ran his hand down her lower back, pouring some lube between the globes of her ass and massaging it into her tight hole, gently mirroring Y/N’s own actions as she opened him up for her.
Taking the toy, Obi Wan gently inserted it into her pussy and ass, lining up the suction feature to her clit. He turned it onto the lowest setting, the sensation enough to make the still panting Y/N shudder in pleasure as the fire in her belly started to light again.
While Obi Wan admired the way Y/N took her toy, getting handsy with her thighs, Y/N ran Obi Wan’s dildo up and down his ass, collecting some lube before gently starting to push it in.
The sound Obi Wan made when the tip of the toy slipped into his hole was nothing short of sinful.
Low and gravelly he, groaned her name, babbling sweet nothings as she worked the toy slowly, carefully into his ass.
when she had worked the toy in fully, she started to play with his cock, taking the shaft in her hand and rubbing it lightly, twisting her wrist at the head and occasionally pausing to play with his balls, all the while working the cock in and out of him.
“Yes, love, YEESSS, just like that. You always take such good care of me my darling, I love you so much. Lemme just turn this up lover, I want us to cum together. Can you do that sweet thing? Can you cum-NGGHHH- with me?”
Y/N had hit his prostate, the toy sending bolts of heat to his cock, his balls swollen and heavy with the need to release everything he had to her.
Y/N whimpered when Obi Wan turned the toy up, her pussy fluttering around it, the heat in her stomach going wild.
She could only whimper out in response to Obi Wan.
“Yes, please, Obi Wan, I’m so close, so full. I wanna cum with you. Wanna taste your love, please I want it so bad. Tell me I’m a good girl, let me be good for you-OOOOH AHHH!!! Yes, YESYESYES PLEASE, I’m there Obi wan, I’m right there! Cum with me please, do it NOW”
“yesyesye-YES… UNNNGGHHHHHHH”
Y/N had cum hard onto Obi Wan, as he painted her mouth and face with his own release.
She was shaking and whimpering, squirting out around the toy, soaking Obi Wan’s face, neck and chest. His own legs were still shaking, softening cock still feebly twitching and offering up the last drops of his love to her.
He always did take a long time to finish cumming, there was often a lot to clean up.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl, you did wonderfully for me. You came so hard. Here let me help you.”
Obi Wan gently removed the toy and threw it to the side, once more he gently kissed Y/N’s quivering hole, as Y/N slowly pulled the toy from his ass, earning a grunt from Obi Wan.
He rolled them both onto their sides, still clinging to each other’s legs and hips, covered in cum, whining, shaking and catching their breath.
When their aftershocks finally subsided, Obi Wan peeled himself away from Y/N’s center and joined her at the foot of the bed, gently lifting her dazed self into a sitting position.
“Come love. Let’s go clean up.”
Y/N did little more than nod as Obi Wan helped her up and down the hallway, taking turns to use the bathroom before getting into the shower, where they bathed and held each other close. Not saying anything, just basking in each other’s afterglow.
When they were done, Y/N went to strip the bed while Obi Wan prepared them a soothing, relaxing bath, having noticed the tense muscles and bruises on Y/N.
Obi Wan joined Y/N in His bedroom, where she had cleaned and put away the toys and lube, stripped the bed, thrown the sheets and blankets and everything in the wash, then thrown on some fresh bedding. She was just lighting a scented candle when he walked in. it looked… cozy. Warm light, the bed piled sky high with quilts, duvets, blankets and pillows, the sweet scent of some tropical flower in the air, the storm in the background and most importantly, her, in all her naked and unashamed beauty.
He never wanted this to end.
Obi Wan walked up behind her, equally comfortable in his nakedness, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her shoulder.
“Come take a bath with me, sweet Y/N. I’ll give you a massage”
Y/N melted against him and followed Obi Wan back to the fresher. When she got there, she saw he had prepared the room with soft, dim lighting from vanilla tea candles, and had brought in snacks and drinks for them while in the large, steaming tub.
Obi Wan Climbed in first, holding out his hand to help his love in. He sat down first then settled his love onto his lap. Safe, warm, satisfied and cared for. It was times like this where he felt glorious in his role as a protector.
It stroked his male ego to see his precious love so satisfied and pliant against him as he began to rub to tenseness out of her shoulders, listening to her soft whines of relief.
When he had finished with his massage, Obi Wan began feeding her pieces of dried fruits and nuts and candies that he had brought in, bringing a water bottle to her lips to drink between bites.
He loved this. Love pampering and caring for Y/N completely. Letting her relax and just enjoy being around him in a comfortable silence.
Obi wan kissed the droplets from Y/N’s shoulders, the light from the candles making them look like drops of sunlight dancing on her skin. He nuzzled into her back as he contemplated their future.
They had spent the entire winter together, isolated and blissfully alone.
They hugged, kissed, made love and fucked all winter.
They rutted like animals and humped like teens, it was carefree and messy and beautiful. Obi Wan never felt so glorious, so fulfilled, as when he kneeled over Y/N’s soft, flushed, breathless body. Her pussy spread and vulnerable and eagerly drinking up the love he had shot into and around it.
Obi Wan had dared to wonder what it would be like if they weren’t implanted.
If Y/N took his seed in and they were blessed with a youngling of their very own.
He knew she would be a fantastic mother. Kind and capable.
He also knew she would look like a goddess carrying their own child, a child they’d made from passionate love.
Obi Wan absently brought his hands up to Y/N’s tits, playing with and massaging them as he contemplated what she might look like, swollen and round and glowing with the promise of new life.
Y/N’s soft little kitten mewls rang out in his ears and he could see her there, clear as day. Naked as she was now and even softer and rounder. He’d give her big, healthy babies. And she’d be so beautiful, her stomach larger and rounder than normal, her chest swollen and leaky.
He would gladly help her relieve the pain and strain that her chest and belly caused. Help sooth the child when they kicked their mother and wouldn’t let her sleep, and deal with the cravings and hold her during mood swings.
And when the time came for their little one to make their way into the world, he’d do that too.
Obi Wan would deliver their child, not some impatient stranger or unfeeling droid.
Obi wan would hold her hand, rock and sway with her, sooth her when she cries and screams with pain, support her as she pushes, and he’d be the one to catch their baby, safe and sound and so, so loved.
He wanted it bad. All of It and most importantly, he wanted to take his family, him, Y/N, maybe even Luke, away to some force powerful planet. Somewhere they can embrace their gifts without fear of being hunted.
Somewhere beautiful and wild, and alone.
Obi Wan was broken out of his trance by Y/N bringing her hand up to cover his, in her chest and he couldn’t help but admire the difference between his large, calloused, scarred hand and her own small, soft, chubby hand.
Her hands were deceptive, he thought as he played with her fingers. They were incredibly strong, just like her.
“what’re you thinking about?” Y/N asked sleepily, nodding off cutely into his shoulder.
“The future, you, that winters ending soon and you”
Y/N smiled.
“Sounds like a full mind”
“A mind full of beautiful pictures my love”
She giggled sweetly. Obi wan could listen to that sound all year.
“Mmmm, I want to stay like this forever. Just me, you and the rain.” Y/N sighed out.
Obi Wan brushed some hair back from her face
“We could do it; you know? Just leave here, find a remote planet with lots of trees and mountains…settle down”
“And what about the mission? We just going to take Luke with us?” Y/N joked.
“Why not. We could train him, raise him, and he’d actually know what a lake is” Obi Wan said, only half joking.
“Hah, is it bad that I actually kind of do want that? Just run away to a Force strong planet, and live in a big cabin in the forests on the outskirts of a large town that thinks we’re witches”
Obi Wan chuckled at the thought of anyone thinking his fluffball love and tooka eyed ‘son’ were witches.
But the thought plagued him long after they had gotten out of the bath and dried off. It kept him awake at night and haunted him when the rains stopped.
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Obi Wan had been extra clingy as of late. Insisting that he join Y/N when she made her rounds to see to the sick and injured.
“Just in case’ he said. In case what, she didn’t know.
In one baffling instance he said he wanted to help with one of her pregnant patients. Wanted to learn everything about pregnancy and potential complications. The mother was happy to share, but Y/N had gotten a sinking feeling.
He seemed very pensive after the session. Jokingly, Y/N asked
“Considering a career change, Obi Wan?”
He just looked at her softly, wanting.
“Y/N, did you ever consider starting a family of your own?” That got Y/N’s full attention.
“Uh, sure. Not so much before the war, or even during it, but I can’t say having some younglings of my own never interested me.”
“Do-is, is that something that still interests you?”
Y/N stumble over her own feet. She turned around to face him head on.
“Obi Wan, we can’t have kids!” Y/N answered, disbelievingly.
“But you said- “
“Yeah. In another life and time maybe. But look around. We are swimming in crime and corruption. That is literally a dead body over there, the body of the old mayor in fact. It’s been there for 3 days, and no one cares. The locals even strung it up and made a monument out of it and, oh, oH. OH, the poetry. He’s literally being dragged away by a pack of feral massifs. Right now, as we speak.
BYE, BYE! Goodbye Mayor who never did shit and was replaced then killed and no one noticed!”
Obi wan watched as the animals tore into the body, dragging the putrid thing down an alley. No one blinked an eye. Y/N turned back to him.
“We are fugitives! Watching over the son of the second most dangerous Sith in the galaxy. A son WE helped hide away. Not to mention his personal vendetta against you. We couldn’t help ourselves or anyone around us if we wanted to, let alone our child. Is that really a life you want to bring a baby into?
Maybe if things were different. If we could take Luke and run away to some backwater forgotten planet, then yes, I do admit that I would want to have kids with you, but it just can’t happen. I’m sorry”
Obi Wan stared at her, but something wasn’t right. His expression wasn’t dismay or disappointment, like she would’ve expected. It wasn’t even annoyance or anger.
It was…Hope. Realization. Like something had just become clear to him.
Y/N was concerned at his reaction.
“Obi Wan? Please, say something”
He seemed to snap out of his trance and looked apologetically at her.
“I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t meat to upset you. Just…old dreams getting the better of me I suppose.
Y/N Wasn’t sure, but with the events that followed, this seemingly harmless, albeit strange interaction was forgotten.
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Super random Star wars thought. But what if Maul and Anakin's darling got mad at them. It's vague, they're not quite sure what exactly they did wrong. But point is she's upset and decides to leave and go stay with Obi Wan Kenobi for a little while. Obi Wan can't deny the darling of his dearest friend (and most esteemed rival) so he promises to take good care of her. I wonder how Maul and Anakin would take it??
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Stars Collided || Twenty One
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After their talk, Obi-Wan had excused himself, to go into the town, to retrieve Anakin's new prosthetic arm, and when he had come back, the two had gone for their own private conversation, apparently they had pressing matters to discuss, involving the Order, and the looming War.
"It's nice, Ani." Lovisa told the boy, when she had snuck into his room, later that night.
He didn't seem too happy about his new arm, as she was hoping.
"But will it be beneficial for me?" He muttered, almost to himself, as though she were not even there, as he tinkered with it, using some tool he had found, around the Palace.
"If it is not good enough, I will take it back to the Blacksmith, I asked for the best, I will get you the best, Anakin, I promise it, or he will never make another of anything, again."
"It will do, there is nothing else he could possibly do to improve it, my love." Anakin faced her, though none of his usual charming happiness was present. "Though, Obi-Wan has informed me, that I am to be knighted, once we return to Coruscant. The Council has decided that I have proven myself, on the mission, and that I am no longer to be a Padawan."
"That is wonderful news, Ani!" Lovisa cheered, clapping her hands together, in delight.
"Don't, call me Anakin." He told her "Ani makes me sound like a child."
"But, I always call you Ani." She frowned. "Since we were young."
"Exactly, and how am I ever supposed to be taken seriously, as a real Jedi Knight, if even the Princess of Naboo, refers to me as Ani" He explained.
"Oh." Lovisa fell back onto the pillows, folding her arms across her chest, as she looked down at the duvet. "I didn't think you cared all that much, I guess not." She rolled her eyes.
"Vis, do not be like that." Anakin groaned, reaching for her, but she shrugged him off.
"You shouldn't call me that, Skywalker, I am the Princess, and future Queen of Naboo, it does not look good, for my reputation." She rolled her eyes, again.
"But you hate it, when I call you Lovisa, or anything but Vis." Anakin raised a brow, as if he had won their mini feud.
"Well, I don't like it when you call me that, but maybe I will, when my future husband does." She batted her eyes.
"What is that supposed to mean?" His face darkened.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" She sat up, so now she was on her knees, facing him. "I found out whatever my mother had been collecting RSVP's for. She has been planning an roulette, behind my back, and yet, I'm the one it's for, it seems as though she really is serious about this."
"How did you find this out?"
"I had Colo sneak into her office, during dinner." She shrugged her shoulder.
"Lovisa, I- I can't handle this, the thought of you getting betrothed to someone else, it's breaking my heart." His brows furrowed deeply, as he grasped her hands.
"I fear I have no other choice, my sister is getting married, and I am the last heir, never mind I am of age, and yet, appear to be single. Apparently the council are becoming apprehensive about it, too, especially considering we are now at war, apparently it makes me vulnerable."
"But, Padme is four and twenty years, and she has only just become engaged."
"Yes, but Senator Clovis and her, have been courting since they were five and ten years. Whereas me, I have been scaring off my suitors, as soon as I was eligible. The time is ticking, they are afraid that if I don't find a suitable match, soon, then I will have reached my prime, when it finally comes to producing an heir."
"But, I love you, and you love me."
"Ani." She tutted, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, with pity. "Things like that don't matter here. It's very rare that people actually like their spouses, in my world. But, that doesn't mean we have to end this, I will perform my duties, with reluctance, but I still want you, my darling." She smiled. "We can still be happy, together, in secret."
"I will not be your whore, Lovisa." He frowned, at her.
"Don't see it, as such, see it as a way for us to be one, whilst living our destinies, it's the only viable plan we have."
"You expect me to just sit aside, love you from behind curtains, whilst you have a husband, and his spawn, and you think I would be okay with that?" His voice rose, as he got more angry at her.
"Shh, you want us to get caught?" She hissed at him.
"You are not being fair!" He pointed at her.
"I'm not being fair?!" She stood up from the bed, aggressively. "You have no idea what it is like, to be in my position."
"Of course I don't, because if I wasn't a Jedi, who was bound from Love, I'd be a slave, and still, I wouldn't be able to be with you!"
She stared at him, as though he had just thrown a bucket of freezing cold water, over her.
"Then, I guess we are just doomed, no matter what. So what is the point, at all." She looked at the ground. "The universe never destined for us to be together, so why are we forcing it, so much."
"What are you saying?" His voice was rough, as he tried to keep his voice under control.
"That we won't need to worry about keeping it a secret, because this should have never begun. I was foolish to think it ever could survive." She laughed, harshly, at herself, as she went for the door.
"Don't." He argued, grabbing her arm.
"Let me go, Anakin." She looked at him, in his eyes.
"I can't." He shook his head.
"You need to, we're just setting ourselves up for disaster."
"I don't want to lose you, Lovisa, you're all I have." His voice cracked. "Please, I'm sorry, I will do anything you ask, but please, do not leave me." He dropped to his knees. "From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again... that I have had you close to me, for this long... I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you- I can't breath. I'm haunted by your presence. My heart is beating... hoping that our time, will not become faded memories. You are in my very soul, tormenting me What can I do? I will do anything you ask. If you are suffering as much as I am, please, Lovisa, do not end this."
Her eyes watered, as she nodded her head, her fingers running through his hair, as he looked up at her, with such pain in his own eyes.
"It hurts, Anakin, it hurts so terribly. When ever I am near you, in public, knowing that everyone around us, is blind to the love that we share for one another, that they will never understand or relate to this all consuming feeling. And yet, we are to be punished for it, by being forced from it, and yet ending up in places where we are to be so close, it is torture!"
His eyes lit up, knowing that he was not alone, in this pining.
He got to his feet.
"Ani, we do not know how much time we have here, left." Lovisa spoke, in almost an whisper. "I want to give you all of me, I want to make you a promise, that I will always be yours, that you will have something of me, that no one else will ever be able to. So, that when we are forced apart, you will always be able to think of our time, together, when you are away on your missions, or in battle."
"Lovisa." He choked on her name. "Are you saying..."
She nodded, sheepishly. "All of me, tonight."
The Princess stepped away from the Jedi, remaining eye contact with him, as she tugged down the straps of her nightgown, allowing the fabric to pool to the floor, around her feet, leaving her bare, in the moonlight.
Anakin's jaw had slacked, as his eyes fluttered, basking in her beauty, his eyes scanned her, memorising every inch of her.
"Come, Jedi, let's make it a night to remember, for eternity." She wagged her finger, at him, beckoning the boy, closer.
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Moments (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)
Hey, so this is my first Star Wars fic! I may get some things wrong with lore and how certain things work, but it's over 14k, filled with lots of fluff, angst, and smut so I don't know what to tell ya! I spent three days plus staying up to finish it so there may be a few mistakes.
WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Star Wars nor most of these Characters. Master Kin is the only one. the story below contains Major Character death, mentions of torture, grief, smut (oral (fem receiving), hand jobs, nipple play, P in V sex (vanilla at first but the second one is like a twist cone situation), unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), pregnant sex, dirty talk (and a lot of it) (mainly from Anakin), porn with plot.) Angst, best friends to lovers situation, Anakin Skywalker being a daddy (no I will not apologize), Anakin Skywalker being a SIMP for his wife (reader), Anakin being a burnt out gifted kid with trauma, body worship.
There are moments in a person's life that they will never forget, even as age deteriorates their brain, those moments will remain.
Anakin Skywalker will always remember the first day he met you.
It was the day he first arrived at Coruscant with Master Qui Gon and at the time his Padawan Obi Wan Kenobi. The sandy haired boy was cold, colder than he had ever been, and he was scared that the Order wouldn’t accept him, but most of all he missed his mother. He missed her warm embraces and her kind smile, he missed the way she brushed his hair away from his face, and her kisses on his forehead, he missed her the only way a child can miss their mother. He was shivering and trying to cover up his sniffles as he tried to be brave. For her. He was so focused on remaining brave that he didn’t register the sound of footsteps headed his way until he saw a pair of boot clad feet stop right in front of him. He looked up and saw you. You were slightly taller than him, perhaps older too, he wasn’t sure, but he did think you looked just like the angels he always dreamt about.
“Are you cold?” Your voice was soft and kind as your eyes never left his. He nodded and sniffled again, not trusting his voice quite yet, you shrugged off your robe and held it out for him, “here take this.” Anakin hesitated at first, but your kind eyes allowed him to trust you. The fabric was thick and hung heavily off his shoulders.
“Thank you.” Anakin said as he reached out his hand, “I’m Anakin Skywalker.”
You accepted his small hand into yours.
“I’m (Y/n).”
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Anakin replayed that memory every night he was away from you. For the last ten years all he could think about was you. Even when you both resided in the temple he made every attempt to spend as much time with you as he could. But missions were getting longer and becoming more frequent for the both of you so the time you spent together was cutting shorter and shorter as the Separatists were causing more trouble. It had been months since he last saw you, he worried about you while he was away or the other way around. A darker part of him wanted to blame the Council for taking up so much of your time, but he knew it was your duty as well as his.
“Pack up Anakin,” Obi Wan said, already gathering his things from their camping site, “we’re going back to Coruscant. The mission is over and another is already awaiting us as soon as we arrive.” Anakin couldn’t help but groan as he proceeded to pack up his things as well.
“Don’t complain Anakin,“ Obi warned as he finished packing waiting for his young padawan to finish packing up himself, “it could be worse.”
“Oh yeah, how?” Anakin sassed, Obi did his best to hide the smug smile on his face. He was going to wait and surprise Anakin with the news until they got to the temple but decided against it.
“They won’t let Master Kin and his Padawan join us.”
Anakin whipped his head to look at his Master, finding the relatively young man had no hints of dishonesty anywhere on his face. Excitedly, the young Padawan walked towards his Jedi Mentor.
“Is it true Obi Wan,” asked Anakin hopefully, “(Y/n) will be joining us?”
“Control yourself my young Padawan,” Obi warned semi seriously, “your friend and her Master will be joining us on a mission regarding a Senator. The sooner we get to Coruscant the sooner we can get the debriefing over with and the more details we’ll have about the mission.” Before Obi Wan had even finished that sentence Anakin had packed up and was ready to go in record time. He was already practically running towards their ship which was still a few miles ahead.
“C’mon Master!” Anakin exclaimed, “Don’t want to keep the Council waiting!”
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Turns out they were on security detail for Senator Amidala, who was currently having attempts taken on her life. If it was just him and Obi-Wan, Anakin might have complained about how Jedi were above security detail. But since you were joining them, he decided to let it be.
Anakin waited impatiently in the elevator with Obi-Wan, who by now was getting a little annoyed at the impatience of the man beside him who considers a brother.
“You seem a little on edge.” Obi Wan observed. Anakin fidgets a little with his dark robes, trying to make himself a little more presentable.
“Not at all.” He lied. Obi Wan scoffed.
“I haven’t felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of Gundarks.” Obi wan remarked. Anakin looked at his Master with some laughter.
“You fell into that nightmare Master,” Anakin laughed, “I rescued you, remember?”
“Oh…yes.” Obi laughed as he remembered that moment. He looked over to Anakin again, and mentally remarked on how well Anakin had grown up. He was taller now, taller than him, his baby face was no more and he had turned into a man, almost overnight. But Obi-Wan’s Padawan still had much to learn, Anakin was still impulsive and emotional. Much like now with small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
“You’re sweating,” Obi wan calmly stated, “relax, take a deep breath.”
“I haven’t seen her in almost a year, Master,” Anakin excitedly said, “and I haven’t seen Senator Amidala in ten.” From what Anakin could recall, he knew that Padme was a good queen to her people, and alright for a politician. If her plans for the senate went through it would take a load off of the Jedi Order and there would be more time to relax and more time for him to spend with you.
A knowing smile rested on Obi Wan's face as he could practically read the thoughts going through Anakin’s mind right now.
The elevator doors opened and they were immediately bombarded by Jar Jar who was thrilled to see them. Jar Jar shook their hands and led them to where you and Padme were currently looking over at the balcony. Anakin swears by the Maker that everytime he sees you, you become lovelier than when he last saw you. The setting sun illuminated you and gave you a sort of halo, while the breeze moved your hair ever slightly. Sunlight suited you well.
“Mesa palos is here,” Jar Jar announced, “lookie, lookie senator! Desa Jedi arriven!”
Anakin tears his eyes from you to look at Padme, who indeed was still a beauty. Her brown hair was done up and fine clothes adorned her. But she was nowhere near how beautiful you were to Anakin.
You and Padme made your way to where Obi Wan and Anakin stood. Obi wan bowed as Anakin still looked at you, trying to contain his excitement at seeing you again. And from the looks of it, you were struggling to do the same as well.
“It’s a great pleasure to see you again, milady.” Obi Wan greeted Padme and reached out a hand for her to shake.
“It has been far too long Master Kenobi.” Padme shook his hand and said gracefully before looking over his shoulder to see a familiar mess of sandy hair.
“Ani?” She asked in astonishment, “my goodness you’ve grown.”
“So have you,” Anakin said, “more beautiful I mean.” His blue eyes dart in your direction.
“It’s been awhile Anakin.” You say as you reach out a hand, “how was your mission on Anison?”
He takes your hand, “long and boring I’m afraid.” Anakin would tell you all about it later but for right now there were too many eyes and ears. He couldn’t say as he wished to, he couldn’t be too casual with you, despite how much he wanted to. With the way the group talked and smiled it almost felt like a reunion of sorts, despite the fact that you and Padme had never met before. Before long Obi Wan motioned for the three of you to sit on the couches and discuss business. Anakin knew he should be paying attention, and he was somewhat, but right now he just felt at peace; with you sitting beside him.
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Anakin paced around the sitting room, for the past few weeks he’s not slept well. His dreams were filled of his mother, nothing new there, but now she was in pain; calling out to him but he couldn't reach her. It was a nightmare, at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. Obi Wan was on patrol duty along with your master, so he was all alone. Or so he thought.
“You look tired An,” Your voice brings him out of his head and back to where he wants to be. With you.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Angel.” He could see you try to stifle the blush that rose to your face to no avail.
“If anyone caught you using that nickname they would get the wrong idea.”
“We wouldn’t want that now do we?” Anakin teased. You decided to join him on the balcony, enjoying the night air for a moment before looking at him the way you used to when you were kids and he had a secret. Anakin sighed before looking back out to the city lights of Coruscant, he knew it was futile to evade your stare.
“I don’t know why but I keep dreaming about her.” He finally gave in.
“Your mother?” You asked gently to which he responded with a nod. You held his hand, your thumb
brushing over his knuckles. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head as you told him it was alright, trusting that he would talk to you when he was ready.
‘I’d much rather dream of you’, Anakin thought as you led him back inside where it was warmer. Knowing that even after ten years he never got used to the cold of this planet. The warmth of your hand and the gentleness of your eyes comforted him in ways you’ll never know. He couldn’t help but think that every time he was apart from you it only felt like he was half a person, but every touch, every kind word, every moment spent in your presence made him whole. You brought out a part of him he never knew he had, just being around you for even a moment was like breathing clean air for the first time. It was addicting.
However, with every high there comes a low. Anakin would give anything to hold you, to have you in a way that was forbidden by the Jedi Order. Something in Anakin stirred as he thought of how ludicrous that law was, Jedi were encouraged to be compassionate, so why shouldn’t they be encouraged to love as well? Was it that far of a leap that compassion and love weren’t so different.
“I just put the Senator to bed,” You said breaking him from his thoughts, “her and I discussed this and she came up with the idea to use her as a sort of bait. Luring the assassin into thinking that she is unguarded, I programmed R2 to notify us of an intruder immediately.”
“It’s a risk.” Anakin said, almost contemplating if it was too much of one.
“I know,” you said, “but don’t we want to catch the assassin so that she may go about her life?” Your logic was understandable. “With our talents combined we should be able to sense everything that goes on in her room.”
“That’s true.” Anakin agreed, it’s something he would come up with on his own so of course he would agree. “But our Masters would have our heads if they knew.”
“They’ll be on patrol for the next half hour I assume,” You said, “an hour and a half if they have a conversation.”
“They do love to talk don’t they?” Anakin mused as he sat on the cerulean sofa and you followed.
“I believe they love to hear themselves talk.” You both laughed as your masters were prone to giving you both lectures. You soon fall into a comfortable silence, another thing Anakin loved about you. Silence with you never made him uneasy, he never felt the need to fill the silence with useless words. For a while you both just sat there, watching the hover cars zoom past the window, your hand in his. The sound of the opening of the door alerted you as you ripped your hand away from his, Anakin had to fight himself to not grab your hand back.
The door opened to reveal a dark haired man, who towered over the auburn one.
“Masters,” you greeted them as Anakin followed suit. Slightly annoyed at them for ruining the moment.
“(Y/n), why are you not in the Senators room?” Master Kin asked.
“She claimed she could not sleep while I watched her.” You said swiftly, it was not a whole lie. She truly said she could not sleep with you watching her.
“Then you should be standing guard outside her door.” Master Kin responded.
“R2 is programmed to alert us if there is an intruder.” Anakin quickly came to your defense.
“There are many other ways to kill a Senator.” Obi Wan said, just then uneasiness fell over the group. Sensing something malicious coming from Padme’s room.
“I sense it too.” Obi Wan said as you all raced to Padme’s room to reveal two worm like creatures slithering over her. Anakin was quick enough to slay them before they bit her, the sudden commotion though led the sleeping beauty to wake up. You quickly note the sound of whirring coming from the window. Before you could even say anything the auburn Jedi Master had hurled himself through the window. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was that his Padawan was impulsive or if it was the Master himself.
“Anakin!” You exclaimed, “You follow Obi Wan, I'll stay with the Senator.”
The sandy haired man nodded before racing past the scared handmaidens and startled guards to follow his impulsive Master.
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“We are concerned for our Padawans,” Obi wan states as he walks with Master Windu, Master Yoda, and his friend Master Kin, “we don’t believe they’re ready to be given this assignment on their own yet.”
“I have to agree with Master Obi Wan,” Kin agreed, “they’re both still too young and too impulsive.”
“The council is confident in their decision Obi Wan,” Yoda dismissively states.
“They both have exceptional skills.” Master Windu says as Obi and Kin both shared worried glances.
“Yet they still have much to learn Master.” Kin says, he would never admit it to your face. But he thought of you fondly and didn’t want you hurt.
“Anakin’s skills have made him arrogant,” Obi Wan states, “the need to feed his ego may prove to jeopardize the mission.”
“A flaw more common among Jedi,” Yoda says before humming in disapproval, “too sure of themselves they are.” his beady green eyes trained on the two Jedi Masters in front of him, “Even the older, more experienced ones.”
Windu places a hand on Obi Wan’s shoulders, “Remember Obi Wan, if the prophecy is true, your apprentice is the only one who can bring the Force back into balance.” With one last nod Windu and Yoda start to walk away to another Jedi Council meeting.
“And what of mine?” Kin asks them, “why does (Y/n) need to go as well?”
“Who do you think is going to keep Anakin balanced?”
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It has been well over a week since you and Anakin arrived on Naboo. Strangely enough, you felt like you belonged here. Especially in the lake country where Padme resided. Here she didn’t need much protection so in reality it was much like a vacation for you and Anakin. Every morning you woke up to the sound of the lake and breathed in that clean air, lightly fragranced by the flower gardens nearby. Here it was different. The beds were soft, the air was sweet, and everything was beautiful. You felt at peace here, you noticed, in Naboo you felt calm.
You looked out at the lake letting your mind wander as you watched the water move. You don’t know when Anakin joined you, but he often did when you looked out at the lake. Much like you he seemed happy here, more relaxed. He still wore his heavy robes while Padme had lent you some of her clothes. Claiming that you didn’t need to be so formal while you were here. You were embarrassed to admit it, but before this you had never worn a dress. At least, not like the one you were wearing now, a soft yellow with embroidery. Your holster for your saber hung off of your waist still, just in case. Your hair hung in a loose half up half down style, just enough to keep your hair from blocking your vision. Every morning here Anakin thanked the Maker, because he had never seen you like this before. He enjoyed seeing you this way, the sun glinting off your exposed shoulders, the way your hair moved freely in the soft breeze, and the small smile that lit up your face. If Anakin had to describe what heaven would look like, this would be it.
“Do you ever think about having children?”
Your sudden question threw him off guard, stuttering for just a moment before regaining his composure. He looked out to where your gaze rested on the water, a small family of ducks made its way across the blue river.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked.
“I mean,” You stop for a second, biting your lip before continuing, “I don’t know if I could do it.” Anakin looked over at you and saw the sadness in your eyes, one he had never seen before, “the Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments like love or a family. Yet we are to repopulate, to breed and then abandon the offspring to some orphanage or family until they are old enough for the Council to sense the Midi-Chlorians in them and then rip them away from all they ever knew for training.” tears started forming in your eyes, “it’s cruel.” Anakin held your hand as you wiped away the few tears that escaped your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m just being silly.” You apologized.
“It’s not silly,” Anakin assured you, “if none of that were in the way. The Jedi Council’s rules about attachments and love, would you want to be a mother?” You pondered that question for a moment, watching as the mother duck tended to her ducklings. You tried to imagine that kind of life. One where you were free to love and to be loved without fear. You smiled as you imagined your hypothetical children running around the lake country. Playing in the water, their messy mops of sandy hair and bright blue eyes like their father who calls you Angel.
“Yes,” you admit, “yes I would.” and a piece of your heart broke.
“I don’t like sand,” Anakin admitted, for a moment you wonder what he could be on about. “It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.” You laugh a little as he passionately states the last bit. A moment passes as you both look around you, the wind blowing through the trees, the sound of birds happily chirping. It was like a dream, a very happy dream. “Not like here,” Anakin continues, “here everything is soft.” his eyes land on your frame, taking you in. Subtly biting his lip as he just looks at you like a dehydrated man looks at water. “And smooth,” tentatively Anakin’s large hands ghost over the skin of your hands. He gently moves them upward, merely grazing the exposed skin of your shoulders. Leaving goosebumps and electricity in their wake as his touch lingers on the gentle curve of your neck. You look at him, his blue eyes betraying his feelings for you. Meanwhile yours does the same. You don’t quite remember who leaned in first, but you do remember feeling his smile against your lips. You remember he tasted sweet like chocolate and something distinctly him. All of your nerves ignite as you feel him, you feel his touches getting braver as you yourself bring your hands to his face. Your thumbs gently brush the apples of his flushed cheeks and you remarked how soft he felt, how right his lips on yours felt. You silently wished the moment to never end, to live in that one moment forever would be enough.
But moments don’t last forever.
Within seconds you forced yourself away, dropping your hands as you moved to put some space between you. Already missing the weight of his arms around you and the soft plush of his lips which were now slightly swollen from your kiss.
“We can’t do this Anakin,” you tried to say, more to convince you then himself.
“Why not?” Anakin asked, the tone of his voice almost pained.
“We both made a commitment to the Order,” You said, again more to yourself than to him, “one not so easily broken.” You looked everywhere except for him yet he was the thing your eyes were drawn to the most. Like a magnet.
“It doesn’t have to be like that.” Anakin says, “Angel, we don’t have to stay.”
“I may not,” You laugh bitterly, “but you do.” You take a step back as he took a step towards you, “You are the Chosen One. You have to stay with the Jedi Order to bring balance back to the force. To bring an end to the Sith.” Your heart breaks as you continue to step away from him, “I cannot be the person that takes away the Light's last hope.” You turn away, walking swiftly to a place furthest away from him. To a place where you can cry and hold your breaking heart in peace. Meanwhile Anakin watches you, regretting every moment he does not run after you.
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Things had more or less been normal after, You don’t talk as much to Anakin or him to you. There is this polite distance, and coldness and fear that wasn’t there before. Even Padme noticed it. She had grown quite fond of you both and considered you close friends, so it pained her to see this drastic change in dynamic between you. Padme had asked you once what had happened only for you to dismiss her worries and push her away. When it was clear you weren’t talking, she talks to Anakin. Who told her in detail what had happened.
Padme had just assumed you both were in a secret relationship of sorts, but hearing all of this through Anakin had proved that while you both may love each other. The situation at hand made it impossible for you both to be together and it broke her heart. While Anakin may not understand why you pushed him away, for Padme it made perfect sense. She tried explaining it to him, that you were just trying to think logically, but nothing was getting through to him. So, in true Amidala fashion, she knew she had to take matters into her own hands.
She set up a nice dinner, to celebrate the one month anniversary of your arrival to Naboo. There was a nice dinner and candle light, and she made sure you wore a nice dress. That your hair had been braided nicely and that you wore a necklace. Meanwhile she had encouraged Anakin to lose his heavy robes and wear something lighter.
She ate with you and suggested drinks in the second sitting area. Which was smaller, more intimate. Padme had already lit the fireplace and set candles out. She excused herself early on, insisting that you both finish your drinks without her.
Silence filled the room, you had not been alone with Anakin since that day all those weeks ago. If you were on Padme duty he was somewhere else, and if he was on Padme duty he knew to avoid the balcony where you stared off at the lake. And on those rare occasions where both of you were off, you avoided each other by staying in your respective rooms. But now here you were, and the other couldn’t be avoided. You were the first to finish your drink but as you were about to excuse yourself, the sound of Anakin’s voice stopped you.
“You were my first friend within the temple,” Anakin admitted with a slight tremor in his voice, “had it not been for you and Obi Wan I would’ve felt so alone. For these past ten years I have done nothing but love you, with every bit of my heart I do. It is too late to deny it nor do I want to. You are embedded into my soul and you haunt my bones. I do not know how you manage to make me feel both complete bliss and utter agony at the same time but you do. I am tormented day and night by the kiss we shared.” Anakin stands up and makes his way to you, his large hands grasping your shoulders. “You once asked me if I ever wanted children. After that day I tried to imagine what that life would be like. I tried to imagine every other woman but I could not, until I imagined you. Because my thoughts always, always come back to you. I dreamt of a life where you held our child in your arms, where you sang them old Jedi hymns to sleep.” his voice lowers to a whisper as you feel his warm breath ghost over the slope of your neck and sigh as his hands loosen their grip on your shoulders to gently dance across your arms. “Where I held you every night in my arms, or me in yours.” his lips ghost your flushed cheek as your thoughts start to become muddled. “Where I kissed you and you didn’t pull away.” his lips press softly against the underside of your jaw, “and where you loved me too.”
You pull away enough to look at him, the dim light of the fireplace illuminating his features in golden light and harsh shadows. He looked like a man haunted. Without any more thought or willpower anymore, you grabbed his face and brought his lips to meet yours. Unlike the kiss before at the lake, this one was more confident, more passionate. It was lips, teeth, and tongue. Your hands grope at each other for something, anything, to hang on to. Something more powerful than electricity ran through you as you led him back to the sofa. Gasping lightly as he pulled you on top of him.
“You make the most beautiful sounds,” Anakin quietly said as he kissed your chin and moved his lips down to the column of your neck, nipping at the pulse. You whimper slightly at the sensation, you breath out breathy moans as his lips continue their assault while your hands try to find purchase anywhere. With each kiss he placed you felt both electrified and greedy for more. You don’t register Anakin lowering the strap of your dress until you feel his plush lips kiss where the strap used to be.
“An,” You sighed as his lips left your body for just a moment. His eyes met yours, only a thin rim of the blue that you loved remained, holding promises of the night. Neither of you spoke, too afraid of what the other had to say. Instead you lowered the other strap of your dress, you untied the back of the fine garment as well. Letting it fall, leaving you only in the necklace your dear friend gave you. Anakin did the same, undressing before you, stumbling quite a bit as his eyes never left your frame and yours on his.
You both stood there for a moment, admiring each other. You traced every scar you found on him with love and care, no matter how small. Your fingers danced along his chest and along his shoulders. Admiring how the dim light of the candles and fireplace around you bathed him a soft light. Contouring him to look as though he had been carved by the Maker himself. Meanwhile Anakin was at a loss, he usually had so much to say. But right now he was enveloped by you. In the dim light you looked ethereal, and despite the fact that he had always wanted you; the way your fingers danced along every scar on him, it feels as though you're healing them. Making the scars fade until they are nothing, making him feel new and pure, this has changed his want into a need, a hunger only you can satisfy. He needed you like the very air he breathed, like the ground he stood on and the gravity that kept him there. A moment passes, before his lips descend on yours again. Tasting you, feeling the way you molded together like you were always meant to be.
His hands no longer ghost as he feels you fully. Lowering you onto the soft carpet below, his lips begin to explore again. Leaving a trail of fire and desire in their wake. The plush of his lips never leave your skin as he trails down, his hands never leaving your skin either. He grips at the fleshy part of your thighs urging them apart slowly as his lips travel further south of your body. Your breathing becomes uneven as he teases you, kissing and nipping the inside of your thighs, fingers toying with the bundle of nerves in between. Pleasure shoots through you and it is both too much and not enough.
“Anakin,” Your pleading whisper brings him back from his enjoyment as he sees the desperation in your eyes. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he gives in to his desire. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from you as his lips made contact with the swollen bundle of nerves he had been previously toying with. He let out a guttural moan as he tasted you on his tongue. Anakin swears he’s never tasted anything so sweet.
The vibrations of his moans make your arch your back against the plush carpet below you in pleasure as your death grip on the carpet tightens as Anakin continues to worship you. Your chest heaves as his tongue does unimaginable things to do, Your eyes never leave his as you remark in your mind how much he looked like a starving man being served a meal. His eyes only ever leave you to roll back in his head as he closes them to savor the taste of you. Soon enough you feel a knot, a weight really forming in your lower abdomen. You quietly whisper his name repeatedly like a prayer only he could understand. His tongue traces you, tracing the same message on repeat, as you struggle to make it out through your pleasure.
Mine.
You let out a silent scream as you feel the knot in you coming undone, but Anakin doesn’t let up on his ministrations, continuing to claim you as your body spasms in prolonged pleasure. It’s borderline painful as Anakin greedily laps up what all you were willing to give. His heart skipped a beat as he felt how slick you became from his tongue alone; by now he was throbbing, begging for some kind of release.
“Anakin.” You whimpered, despite having your world shaken and taken beneath you, you couldn’t help it. You were selfish, you wanted more of him, as much as he would give in this moment. The sandy haired man kisses his way back to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands remove themselves from their death grip on the carpet to cradle his face. Thumbs grazing over his cheek as his hands find your breasts. Massaging them, bringing you pleasure as you feel yourself wanting him more, letting out a soft gasp as his thumbs brush over your pebbled nipple.
“Anakin,” You whimpered again, wanting more still. Your eyes hold his as you pull away enough to express your needs.
“I want you Anakin,” you say.
“Want me to do what Angel,” Anakin murmurs against your lips, “tell me.” your cheeks flush at the nickname he gives you, despite him calling you that before, there was now a new layer to it that wasn’t there before. Or perhaps, that layer had always been there, you just didn’t want to see it.
“I want you inside me,” you say, “I want you.” Now it was Anakin’s turn to blush at your confession, with one last look he silently asks you if you are sure. For you to respond with a gentle kiss to his lips, so different from those passionate, lust fueled ones from before. It was gentle, and soft and tasted faintly of you. Everytime Anakin thought he couldn’t possibly fall in love with you more, you proved him wrong. He reciprocated the kiss with more enthusiasm as you felt him line himself up.
You wrap your arms around him as you feel him fill you, slowly, letting you feel every inch of himself. The sensation, although unfamiliar, wasn’t unpleasant. You could feel his force and yours intertwine in a dance of their own as he bottomed out inside you. And as you looked at the man above you, and felt his heart beating against his chest and yours, felt his force with yours. You wondered if this is why Jedi were forbidden to love, because every feel and touch was intoxicating, addicting, and if you had it your way the rest of the galaxy would just disappear. Leaving just this, leaving you and Anakin as one.
Anakin felt himself tremble as he bit back the urge to ravish you completely, savagely even. You were perfect, you were an angel sent for him, you were everything to him. For ten years now he’s felt cold, like some piece of him was missing and now, as your arms were wrapped around him and your bodies were intertwined; he felt warm, he felt full.
Slowly he began to move, dragging his cock out of you slowly, letting you feel him retreat before thrusting himself back into you. Anakin had wanted to do this slowly, to make love to you, worship you like the angel you were. However, each pleasurable sound that came out of you ate away at what self control he had left; not that he had much to begin with.
Each thrust shot electricity down your spine, you had never felt so full in your life. You were surrounded by him, you could smell the familiar spiced scent of him and taste the saltiness of his skin, you could feel him inside you, hitting that one spot that made you see stars repeatedly and without mercy. You could even feel him in your soul, clawing at you, screaming, letting you know that he was there. And he always will be.
Anakin let go of your breasts as he laid back on his haunches, helping you up from the plush ground and into his lap. From this angle your chest was pressed against his and his hands gripped the flesh of your ass so tightly you were positive his fingerprints would leave bruises. Reminders, really, of tonight.
Your hands grip the hair at the back of his head, tugging it, as he pounds up into you. In this position he was impossibly deeper into than before. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as he continuously hits that one spot that makes your back arch and toes curl. You whisper his name, like he was the only thing keeping you tethered down to the ground. You press your forehead against his as he speaks words of encouragement to you.
“Keep going Angel, you can take it can’t you? I know you can, my beautiful, kind Angel. You’re so perfect, you have no idea how beautiful and perfect you are.”
His pelvis kept rubbing against your clit, adding to the pressure that settled in your abdomen. Your sweat slicked bodies hanging onto each other for dear life. You were close, you were so close. You just needed One. Little. Push.
“Cum for me Angel,” Anakin whispered, “let me feel you.”
And there it was.
Your vision turned white as your back arched into him, his lips descending on your throat as he kept up his pace. He laid you back down onto the plush carpet as he moved your legs to rest on his forearms. You were pilant as he continued to pound into you. Your walls were still spasming as he drilled into you, chasing his release all the while admiring the blissed out expression on your face. Anakin was close, so close that his entire body felt like it was on fire.
“Anakin,” You whimpered as you cradled his face, “cum inside me my love, let me feel you cum inside.”
He was done for.
Anakin had one last thrust in him before he felt himself unload deep within you, practically falling on top of you. Both of your chests heaving, his head rested on your chest; listening to the rapid beating of your heart while your fingers found his hair, brushing through the damp, sandy locks, absentmindedly playing with his Padawan braid. And for a while you both laid there, basking in the afterglow, even after he softened in you there he still was. For a minute Anakin thought he could sleep peacefully that night, as long as he could hear your heartbeat and hold you in his arms the bad dreams would go away.
But it didn’t happen like that.
Eventually he slipped out of you, and helped you dress as best as he could before practically carrying you to the closest bedroom, his. He wet a washcloth to wash you and himself up before finally laying down with you in his bed. Tomorrow you will talk, you will figure out where to go from there if there was anywhere to go. But for right now you were his, and he was yours. And nothing could ever tear you apart.
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You weren’t sure what to do anymore.
The morning after that night you woke up to an empty bed, at first your heart had sunk only to see Anakin on the balcony. He told you the dreams he was having weren’t dreams, but visions. That his mother was in danger and calling out to him, that he needed to rescue her. And you weren’t about to let him go off alone, with no back up. So you gathered Padme and a few other guards and made your way to Tatooine. It was very much how Anakin had described it, the heat was hot, sand was everywhere and there were two suns in the sky.
You both learned that his mother had been freed and married a farmer on the other side of Mos Eisley.
When you both got there, you were met with kind people. Cliegg, Owen, and his girlfriend, Beru. You even got to meet the cyborg that Anakin had built to serve his mother, C3PO. Turns out a month prior the Tuskcan’s had raided the farm and took his mother. Anakin had immediately gone to look for his mother while you stayed behind to watch over Padme. You spent all night pacing outside the farm, waiting anxiously for him, debating on whether or not to look for him. But once the two suns began to rise over the horizon you could see his speeder come into your sight. But the closer he got the more you could feel his anguish and sorrow. You felt a tear prick the corner of your eye as the feeling of his grief overtook you.
He had been back for all of a few days and had not spoken a word to anyone, not even you. While Owen and Beru were handling the arrangements for her burial, Cliegg did what he could. Meanwhile Anakin had holed himself up in the workshop, fixing old droids and tools. Something you knew he did to take his mind off things.
You and Padme helped where you could, even making lunch and bringing it down to Anakin. More often than not he didn’t eat, unless it came from you.
Today you brought him down his lunch while Padme dealt with the clean up. You see the familiar scene of Anakin fixing something, dark circles beneath his eyes, cheeks sunken in as his skin looked pale. Malnourished.
“I brought you something,” you said gently, setting down the tray beside him. He did not look you in the eyes as he continued to fix the thing in front of him.
“The shifter broke,” he started, “life seems so much simpler when you’re fixing things.” he took out a few wires before continuing, “I’m good at fixing things, always was.” You hear his voice start to tremble as you gently place your hand on his shoulder. His fingers stop as he grips the metal table in front of him tightly, as you feel his shoulders start to tremble, “but I couldn’t…” he looks at you, for the first time in days you could see how swollen they had become, how bloodshot they were. “Why did she have to die?” He asked with so much venom in his voice it startled you. “Why couldn’t I save her?! I know I could have!”
“Anakin Skywalker,” You say firmly, bringing your hands to cradle his face, forcing him to look into your eyes, “this is not your fault. There are just some things you can’t control.” You thumbs brush over his tear stained cheeks soothingly, “you are not all powerful.”
“Well I should be!” Anakin exclaimed, removing himself from your touch and you allowed him. He turned his back to you as he fiddled absently with another trinket, “someday I will be.” he paused, “I am the chosen one, and someday I will be powerful enough to put an end to the Sith and bring balance to the Force. Someday, I will become the most powerful Jedi ever!” He turns to look at you, his eyes blazing with an anger and pain you’ve never seen before, “I will be so powerful that I will learn to stop people from dying.” Your heart breaks as you see truly what the expectations of others, including yourself, have done to him. All of this pressure to be great and powerful, to bring balance to the Force. The weight of not just a world, but an entire galaxy hung on his shoulders and has been sitting there since he was 9 years old. It has corroded his self esteem.
“It’s all Obi Wan’s fault!” Anakin loudly said, “he’s jealous and he’s holding me back!” he threw the trinket he had been toying with at a wall. You knew he didn’t mean what he said, he was hurt and angry and needed someone to blame and right now it’s Obi Wan. But you knew the truth. Anakin considered Obi Wan to be his brother and his father all in one. Closer to him than most.
However you knew there was more than he was letting on, you’ve felt it since the day he came back. A regret, a darkness tainted his eyes.
“There’s something else,” you started walking closer to him, “what happened An?”
He explained it all to you, how he slaughtered them all, not just the men but the defenseless women and children as well. How scared he was of himself and the rage he was capable of. By the end of it he regretted ever telling you, fearful of your reaction. Would you hate him now? Did you lose you too?
You surprised him as your arms wrapped around him, telling him that everything was going to be alright. That you weren’t scared of him and how sorry you were for the expectations that were unfairly thrusted upon him. Anakin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in as his arms wrapped around you too, pressing you to him as he buried his face in your hair. Letting it all out, every choked sob and prayer, begging for a forgiveness not from you but from the Maker. Hoping that he would still deem him worthy of the angel he sent for him.
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That had all been half a week ago, you had buried Anakin’s mother and soon after received a message from Obi Wan who was in trouble in Geonosis. Which according to the map, had only been half a parsec away. Well you both went to save his Master, leaving Padme to her guards and to the Lars family until you returned. Which had been against Council order’s but you were the quickest on the scene, and where better to leave Padme than in the middle of a nowhere planet so close to the action that they wouldn’t even dream of her being so close.
You were arrogant to believe the rescue mission would have been so easy, having been quickly captured. But in the end, all ended up ok– well as ok as can be. Anakin lost his forearm and was given a scar above his brow by Count Dooku. Meanwhile you have your own new and cool scars from the battle. You both had been given the all clear to escort Padme back to Naboo. It wasn’t until both you and Anakin were in the cockpit alone together that you realized that you haven't had the chance to talk about what happened, before everything went down. It was never the right time, but if anything of this adventure and the adventure yet to come has taught you anything; it’s that you love this man. For all his many faults and his many blessings, you loved him. You do not think you could go on another day without it being said. You knew his feelings for you ran deep, that he loved you just as much as you loved him.
“Anakin,” you softly call him, he turned on the auto-piolet as he turned to face you. Within seconds your lips descended on his firmly, romantically, with your thumb gracing the edge of his jawline. Before you placed your forehead against his, eyes never leaving him.
“I love you too.” You confessed as you placed another kiss on his cheek, “I don’t think I could’ve gone another day without telling you that.” You kissed him again fleetingly, “I don’t care if we have to hide it, I don’t care if they kick me out or deal out the heaviest punishment they have. I don’t care, as long as I am with you they can throw their stones.” His hands grip yours as tears prick at his eyes. Anakin gives you the biggest smile as he pulls you in for the most passionate kiss he has ever given you. Leaving you both with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He pressed his forehead to yours.
“Will you marry me, my Angel?” He asked, your eyes widen before the biggest smile adorns your face, brightening the cockpit around him.
“Yes, my love.”
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You were married soon after, due to the secret nature of your marriage only trusted friends were there. Padme, 3PO, and R2D2. Padme gave you her white lace dress, with a veil to match. While Anakin wore his signature dark robes, you were married on Naboo and would soon celebrate 3 years together next month.
The Clone Wars took a heavy toll on both you and Anakin, you both graduated and became Jedi Knights/General’s. Your occupations made it hard to find time for each other, let alone for intimacy and yet you made it work.
You stood worriedly by the gates with all the other politicians. You were worried that the rumors were true, that Anakin had died in battle. You had unconsciously let your hand rest on your stomach, You let out a worried sigh as you knew your time in the Jedi Order was coming to an end, and soon. Due to its early nature you weren’t showing just yet, however, you worried that it was obvious. Like a big arrow was above your head in neon lights. However your fears were soon put to rest as you saw your beautiful Anakin making his way towards the crowd you were in. His hair had grown longer as he grew more muscular, more refined. He truly was a man in his prime. And Anakin couldn’t place it, but you seemed to be glowing as he saw you in the crowd, it was a beautiful glow.
After making some polite chit chat with a few of the politicians you finally managed to pull him away. With the excuse of escorting him to his chambers to discuss important business. No sooner had you closed and locked the door of his chambers his lips were on you, his hands finding purchase on your hips. He kissed you as though it was the first time, with the same level of love and care.
“I’ve missed you my Angel.” Anakin breathily said as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“And I, you, my love.” You said, equally out of breath. For a moment you stayed like that in the silence, you were tense, worried about his reaction. You’ve discussed children before, but that was years ago and you don’t know if his heart had changed.
“What’s wrong my Angel,” Anakin asked worriedly, “did something happen?”
“Yes,” you admitted, luring Anakin to sit on the couch as you proceed to tell him, “something did.”
“Are you ok?” Anakin asked worriedly, his eyes quickly looking over you to see if you were bleeding or if a new scar had appeared, “did someone hurt you?”
“No, quite the opposite.” You say, taking a deep breath before ripping the bandaid off, “I’m leaving the Jedi Order.”
“You’re what?” Anakin asked shocked, “why?” He was already planning the disappearance of anyone in the Order who may have displeased you enough for you to turn in your resignation.
“Because I don’t want our children born in the Order.”
“Cause you don’t want ou-” Anakin started to say before his eyes widened, almost comically, “o-our uh our children?” He repeated as you nodded trying hard to stifle the giggles erupting from you, “does this mean?” You nodded again. A moment passes after that, a very long moment before Anakin's eyes were full of tears and a smile lit up his face as he gently placed his hand over your stomach. His children…You were carrying his children.
“When did you find out?” He asked, feeling the force was already strong with them.
“A couple days ago.” You confessed. “I’m about two months in.”
“So that means-” Anakin trails off knowing conception must have happened the night before he left.
“Yeah,” you said, knowing where his train of thought was. You played with the ends of his hair as he continues to digest. “I’ve saved up enough credits to buy a small home in the lake country on Naboo. I was going to buy it so that we could have a place to get away every once in a while, escape from the council and their watchful eyes. But plans have changed, and I want to have our children on Naboo, where we made our vows.” The small home was beautiful, nowhere near what you stayed in while residing with Padme, but it felt like home. It was shaded by the tall trees, and flowers bloomed everywhere. The soil was good for planting vegetables, and the market wasn’t far away. Just a few miles walk, and Padme lived close by. The home had a deck where you could sit and watch the waves and overall it was perfect. You were already in the process of buying it when you made your discovery.
“I-I’ve got to tell the Council about my resignation.” Anakin says already getting up to inform them when you grabbed your hand to stop him.
“No,” you said hurriedly, “not yet anyway.” You lead him back to sit on the couch as you join him. “I will go on ahead and set up for the baby, you are too close to catching Grievous and this mysterious Sith Lord to pack it all in now. Do what you can, I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.” His head leans on your shoulder as he sighs deeply.
“Must I?” he asks, “couldn’t I just stop, leave and be with my loving wife who is carrying the product of our love.”
“I want nothing more than for you to give it all up,” you confessed, “but we have to think about the safety of the Galaxy our child we grow up in. If we give it all up now, how safe will they be?” Maker, Anakin hated it when you were right. He kissed your shoulder as he understood what he had to do, it was his duty not only as a Jedi, or as the Chosen One, but as a father.
You both sat there a while, letting his hand gently rub over your stomach as he just let himself be happy for one moment.
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True to his word Anakin went into overtime, researching every corrupt politician and sleeping only what was necessary to function. Determined to take care of Grievous and the Sith before your child was born. You kept him updated from Naboo, telling him how the baby’s room was coming along, telling him how much you loved him and how much you feel the baby loves him too. You decided to keep the fact that you were carrying twins a secret as a surprise when he came home.
The Council did not handle your resignation well, all but calling you selfish for leaving the Order at such a desperate time. But you didn’t care about the Council’s reaction, but the sight of your former Master with the look of betrayal and disbelief in his eyes shook you. Kin was not the most affectionate Master in the Order. But he was kind in his own way, he had been the only father you’ve ever known. Sadness filled you as your Master did not say one word the entire time. You hoped one day, when all was said and done, that he would forgive you, and that you would see him again.
After you handed in your Jedi robes, you debated on giving up your saber. You held the ornate handle, fingers tracing it’s markings delicately. On one hand you knew you should, to symbolize that you gave up on the Jedi way completely. But you also knew that the galaxy was dangerous, now more than ever, and it would be wise to keep it if not for protection. After giving up your robes and other things that signified your affiliation with the Order you gathered your things and left.
You traveled to Naboo and immediately got to work, at first you struggled, never having a space all your own before. Even your room at the temple belonged to the Order so you struggled with decorating it and making it feel like a home. But Padme, who had been your biggest supporter since the beginning of your marriage with Anakin, helped. She taught you how to shop, not just for the necessities, but for things that hold no purpose than just to please you. Even going as far as to pay for it herself. You tried telling her it was too much but she insisted. Claiming that it was the least she could do for you and her godchildren.
Soon enough the little house you had bought turned into a beautiful home. It had three bedrooms, one for you and Anakin, one for the twins, and an extra one for when they got older and they wanted a room on their own. Yours and Anakin’s was a decent size, with a closet and a dresser big enough for the two of you. The bed was soft and big, big enough for the both of you. You had filled it with only soft things, like flowers and carpets. The sheets were in a traditional Naboo pattern, as a picture of you and Anakin that you had kept carefully hidden at the temple sat on your nightstand.
The baby’s room held two cribs, they were both made of the trees surrounding your home and safe for them a few toys and yellow blankets. Above the cribs were mobiles that Anakin had made and sent over with Padme when she last visited Coruscant, wanting to at least contribute that to the baby’s room. They were beautiful and colorful. Beads of blue and green hunt off of them as tiny planets scattered amongst the blue and green. But right in the middle you recognized two figurines, one was of Anakin and he was holding you. You wept for 2 hours after receiving them.
You didn’t sleep much despite how cozy your new home had become, you couldn’t help it. You missed him, but most of all you worried for him. You worried that you were holding him back from his destiny, his dreams of being the most powerful Jedi that had ever lived; but you also worried about the dark side in him, you knew that the stronger the force is the stronger the pull to the dark side. He was conceived by the Force, his Midi Chlorian count was greater than Master Yoda’s, if he would turn to the dark side all would be lost.
During one of your talks Anakin had admitted that his dreams were getting worse. He dreamt of fire, of you dying in childbirth and he worried about what it meant. If it was true. You wished you could hold him, but all you could do was assure him that it wasn’t true.
“You’re getting closer to finding the Sith,” you said to him, “the Sith lie my love, they can implant visions and manipulate you to lead you down a path that leads to the darkside. They manipulate and give false promises, the fact that they can do it to you while you sleep in the temple can only mean one thing.” Anakin’s eyes widened.
“They must be close.” Anakin whispered. Even though you both had always been chaotic in your own way. Your logic was outstanding, leading him to an important piece of the puzzle.
“Exactly,” you smiled, “guard your mind. Reinforce your mental barriers and be wary. I promise you, everything will be alright.”
“But what if this isn’t the Sith,” Anakin asked worriedly, “I’m sure the Sith didn’t implant those visions of my mother all those years ago.” You were silent, your face deep in thought as you replayed what happened three years ago. Anakin had been receiving those visions a few days prior to her abduction, but something about her abduction never settled right with you. Why her, you understood that the Tusken’s raided and kidnapped people all the time. But they usually held them for ransom, not for torture. Your eyes widened a small bit as you came to the conclusion that this Sith had been playing the long game, skillfully and tactfully luring the chosen one to the dark side.
“What,” Anakin asked concerned, “what is it.”
“I never understood why what happened to your mother unsettled me so.” You started, “but now I do.” You took a deep breath as you searched for the words to tell him, “You once told me the Tuskan’s were savages, that they believed that everyone else were trespassers and were to pay them a toll.” Anakin nodded, remembering telling you that, “that they killed.” Another nod, “An,” you started slowly, “are they known to torture their victims? Even prolonging their torture for longer than a few days?”
It felt like the world stopped for Anakin. He thought about that day at least once everyday, but not once did he ask himself why. The Tusken’s just raided and killed, sometimes they held hostages but not for long, most certainly never a month. That wasn’t like the Tusken’s at all, because torturing an innocent woman didn’t benefit them. All at once Anakin understood what you were trying to tell him, and anger rushed in his veins. His eyes narrowed at the ground under him. He took a few deep breaths, careful not to show you his anger, he didn’t want to worry you. His blue eyes looked up from the ground, his shoulders tense as he strained against acting out.
“I wish you were here,” Anakin admitted rubbing his hand over his face, “I only talked with you for a few minutes and already you’ve made things clearer. I just…I just wish I could hold you.” You wished the same thing, wanting nothing more than to hold him and try to keep him together. But if you went to him now, everything you worked so hard for would go to waste. Your swollen stomach would give everything away. You’ve risked everything for this, for a life with him. But as you see the man you love shaking, you remember the commitment you made to him the day you became husband and wife. Even in secret you would love him and be there for him.
As the call ended you were already packing, all would be fine if you managed to sneak into the temple without being seen.
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There was a little hidden entry way you and Anakin would use when you were both young Padawan’s, often to sneak out of a lesson. You were surprised that you were able to fit through it.
You used the damp and dusty entry, took the first left and then a right where you knew you would be at an abandoned wing of the temple. It wasn’t too far from the meditation rooms, where most of your lessons were held. You were sure to keep the large cloak on your body with the hood up, covering your face. Hoping that would be enough to conceal you until you got to Anakin’s room. The Jedi Knight living quarters were a five minute walk from where you were and Anakin’s room was on the far end of the living quarters. You made sure to use caution as you moved through the halls, keeping your heart calm and moving like you belonged there. Soon enough you had moved through the hallways undetected, or so you thought. Just as you were about to enter Anakin’s room you heard footsteps, your eyes teared a little as you recognized their footsteps.
“Anakin,” Kin had said, “the meeting is abo-” You turned around, carefully hiding your bump in your cloak. Letting your former Master see your face for the first time since you had announced your departure from the Order. Your heart broke a little as you saw the bags that had started to form under his dark eyes. His frame was slimmer and his dark hair now a dark gray.
“Master,” You greeted slightly above a whisper. Kin continued to look at you for a second before turning his head both ways before ushering you inside. Making sure to lock the door behind him.
“Did anyone see you?” He asked worriedly, it wasn’t that former Jedi’s weren’t welcome back to the temple, but it did rouse suspicion when they were sneaking into a current Jedi’s room.
“You taught me better than to get caught.” You said, you saw his shoulders sag in relief. For a moment there was silence.
“I have a question to ask you,” he said, still facing the door, “and please, do this kindness for your former Master and answer it truthfully.” You nodded behind him, “Why did you leave the Order?” You didn’t know how to answer without lying, taking your continued silence he spoke further, “You were well on your way to becoming a Master. You were talented and smart and you could have been on the Council in record time. Yet you left, it is a Master’s greatest sorrow to see his Padawan, someone that he has trained and raised, waste their potential.” Your silence ensued, guilt consuming you for your silence. Moments pass by, one by one until Kin speaks again. “Is it your feelings for Anakin that you left the Order?” He turned around to look at you, your eyes widened as his dark eyes give off a knowing look.
“When-How-What-”
“I know the look of love well,” Kin revealed, “I too once had that look in my eyes.” he sighed as he continued, “but he and I were on two different paths. We could not be together as we wished so it was better to leave it alone. Let those feelings fade with the memory of each other.” He gave a small smile, “I do think about him sometimes though, in my loneliest moments.” He looked at you for another moment, “you and he would’ve gotten along.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, tears pricked your eyes as you saw your former master reveal more of himself. Trusting you with the knowledge that he too, had broken the code and fallen in love. Then, for the first time in your life without a life or death situation, you hugged your master. You wrapped your arms around him and cried, at first he stiffened. Your Master was not the affectionate sort, or at least, you thought he wasn’t as his arms tentatively wrap around you as well.
“How long have you known?” You asked as you let go of him.
“Long enough.” He said, “but you didn’t answer my question little one, why did you leave the order?” he asked quizzically, “did he hurt you? Was it the pressure of a secret love? What happened? You can tell me, you’re safe.” You wiped the few tears that snuck past your eyes off with the sleeve of your cloak before finally removing it. His eyes widened as he saw your stomach. You were about five and a half months. Swollen enough to be noticeable but easily concealed with a large cloak. There was a moment, before Kin looked at you in the eyes very intensely.
“Does Anakin know?”
“Yes.” You responded.
“Is this the reason why you left?” he asked, you nodded, “how did he handle the news?” You saw his hand inch over to his saber on his belt, you laughed a little as you felt Kin’s thoughts.
“He was more excited than I was,” You responded, grabbing your master’s hand, “so there’s no need to turn to the dark side so quickly.”
“Not today then,” he muttered as you motioned for you to sit on one of the crates. With little difficulty you managed to sit, with Kin taking a seat in front of you. You informed him of your life after the Order, how you were settled on Naboo, close friends with Padme (his nose scrunched a little at the thought of you being friends with a politician). You told him of Naboo’s beauty and invited him to visit anytime he wished to. You both talked as you waited for Anakin to arrive.
It wasn’t until sun down that Anakin arrived in his room. The Council meeting had run into overtime without Master Kin to give his say in things. He was tired, and angry, and wanted nothing more than to sleep in your arms. Anakin arrived at his door when he sensed two people inside, his hand gripped his saber as he opened the door. Ready to attack in case, however he was surprised at the sight of Master Kin but that was nothing compared to the sight of you. Without the blurriness of the video feed he could see you fully and clearly, it took everything in him not to run to you, hold you against his chest and never let go.
“An,” you said, getting up from the crate instinctively Anakin rushed to help you up. Grabbing your hand in his and supporting your back, rubbing soothing circles into it.
“I’ll just see myself out,” Kin said, getting up himself and walking over to the door, “I won’t tell a soul you’re here, you have my word.” he promised before finally leaving you alone with your husband who by now was very confused.
A few moments pass before Anakin envelops you in an embrace, careful of the obvious bump. “I missed you my Angel.”
“I missed you as well my love.” You say as you remain in his arms, “after our call last night I had to see you.”
“I’m glad you did,” Anakin said pulling away enough to press your forehead against his, “but it’s-”
“Risky,” you finished his sentence, “I know.” You press your lips against his cheek, “but I made a vow to you. Even in secret I would love you, that I would stay by you throughout all tribulations of our lives; and right now you are going through one. I need you and you need me, that’s all there is to that.” You motioned toward the regular sized bed, “lay with me my love.” Anakin follows you and helps you lay down before joining you. You feel the familiar coarse fabric of the blanket and the firmness of the mattress below, it reminds you of your Jedi days, although you had stopped being a Jedi only a few months ago; it felt like a lifetime.
Anakin rested his dark sandy hair on your chest, you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the strands freely while he played with your unoccupied hand.
“I promise you,” Anakin starts, “once the General Grevious is dealt with, and once the Sith are dealt with I will get you a ring, one you can wear proudly and publically.” He kisses each finger tip, his lips traveling upward, to the crook of your arm and all the way to your shoulder. Just mere minutes ago he was tired and wanting, but now with you here. He was starving now as well, it had been so long since he got to be with you so intimately. Even now as you hold him in your arms, he craves more. He needs to feel you, to know that you are real.
“My love,” you whisper as his lips reach the curve of your neck, his lips biting and sucking, leaving an obvious mark on you. Seeing the red splotch form had him turn feral, you no longer needed to hide his mark on you with high collars and makeup. His plush lips crash onto yours as you both moan, his hands ghosting up your baby bump and to your breast. Even as your breasts are protected over clothing, the mere touch of him alone has made you desperate.
“My love,” you whisper again, sitting up and taking his face in your hands. His eyes were dark with lust as he craved you more, “my love,” you whispered again trying (and failing) to hold in the whiny whimper that threatened to escape you as your husband's large, rough hands continued to massage your larger breasts. “I need you.”
“I need you as well,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss, only to be stopped. Your eyes held a look he was unfamiliar with.
“I need you to listen to me,” you stated unsure about how to go about this. You were always a certain body type, and the last time Anakin had seen your body it was when your pregnancy was in its early stages. You were worried about how he was going to react, now that stretch marks littered almost every inch of your body. Your stomach and breasts most of all, some local women in the Naboo market had sold you a cream to help the stretch marks, but some days you were just too tired. “I’m not like I was the last time we made love.”
“I know,” Anakin said, taking his hand away from your breast and gently resting it on your abdomen, “you’re carrying life my Angel, and no matter what form you take.” He gently rubs your stomach as he grabs one hand from his face, kissing your fingers, “you could be seven feet,” he kisses your palm, “or a gundark,” he kisses the pulse point of your wrist his lips lingering there, “or even a man,” he nips at the pulse, exciting you, “I will always want to be with you.” His lips were on yours as you moaned, “will you have me, my Angel?”
“Yes,” you say immediately, you both stood up, each other’s lips never leaving the other. You undressed him, cursing how many layers he wore. You roughly pulled at the belt wrapped around him, urging it to come undone. After months without his touch you often found yourself with a hand between your thighs, imagining it was your husband's fingers instead of yours. Anakin thought he was starving, well, you were ravenous. You bit his lips and suckled on his lower lip as he let out a moan. Meanwhile Anakin was taking his time undressing you, as though you were fragile. And while you loved that side of him, right now you needed him on you or in you.
Once undressed you fought the urge to hide yourself. Anakin stared at you, his face giving nothing away as you were silently hoping he hadn’t changed his mind. After a few minutes of him staring you go to gather your clothes, only for your clothes to be ripped away from you.
“I was going to go easy on you,” Anakin whispered hotly against the shell of your ear, wrapping his muscular arms around you to grab your breasts tightly, toying with your hardened nipples; nearly making your knees buckle, “I was going to massage your entire body, worship you like the angel you are.” He kisses the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine, “then I was going to eat your pretty pussy out, have you beg for my cock in you again,” his arms left your breast to rub over your belly, “beg me to make you pregnant again.” You're practically shaking as his hands roam over your body, pregnancy hormones making your body more sensitive than before. Already feeling your arousal drip down your legs, “and I will do all that,” you feel his hardened length against you, grinding into your ass, “later. Right now I need to be inside you, I need to have you wrapped around me because if I don’t I feel like I might die.” You moan as you reach for him behind you, stroking his hard length, the head already dripping precum, you heard him groan and moan into your ear as his hands traveled south, where you needed him most. Collecting your slick, rubbing your sensitive, engorged clit. You let out a silent cry as you hold onto the wall of muscle behind you for stability. “You’re already so wet for me my Angel, have you missed me Angel?” You nodded frantically as he drew lazy circles around your clit, “have you thought of me often?”
“Yes,” you moan, “I thought of you everyday.” his circles become tighter, “I touched myself thinking of you,” you pump his cock faster now causing him to groan, “I thought about you eating me out and your cock inside me,” you fail to hold back the moan that falls from your lips as he lightly smacks your clit. “Oh my god please fuck me.” You felt him chuckle slowly before he asked, “how?” you knew he was asking which position would be better for you, and it warmed your heart to know that even in this moment when you both want nothing more than for the other to fuck you, that he still thought about you and what made you feel better.
“Bend me over,” you said, leaning over so you were on your hands and knees over the bed. Spread out and waiting for him, if Anakin had to wait one more second he was going to explode. He lined himself up with your entrance and buried himself in you with one slick stroke. Grabbing your hips to pull your ass flush against him, giving you a second to adjust as he tried not to cum immediately.
“Maker, you feel like heaven,” he moaned, “could’ve sworn you were made for me Angel.”
And at that he began thrusting, pulling out, letting you feel every drag of his cock before he slammed it back in. Causing you to scream in pleasure, dropping to your elbows and grabbing his pillow to try to stifle your cries of pleasure. Tears streamed down your face as he just felt so damned good. Your nippled brush against the kinda rough fabric of his blanket, the idea of him going feral over how your ass jiggled with each hard thrust of his hip, he hit your most sensitive spot over and over and over. Oh maker, you were about to cum.
“Anakin,” you moaned, “Anakin I’m so close oh my, please right there don’t stop!”
“C’mon Angel,” He lowly growled in your ear smacking your ass, “be a good girl and cum for me.”
At that your body shook as you just experienced heaven and hell at the same time. Your orgasm ripped through you so violently that you couldn't see which was up or down.
Meanwhile Anakin thrusted harshly a few more times before finally finishing inside, his body on fire as he realized how addicted you both had become to each other.
Anakin pulled out of you slowly, cleaning you up with the spare towel he kept close by. Wiping you and then himself before settling you on your side before sliding in next to you, his hands gently rubbing your stomach.
“Maker, I hope this kid is durable because we are definitely doing that again.”
You breathlessly laugh as you turn around to face him, fingers trailing his jawline.
“You mean children.”
“What?”
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Anakin had meant what he said, that night he had made love to you 3 times, ripping four orgasms from you before finally settling down for the night. You both didn’t wake until at least noon. You supposed you had your Master to thank, must have made an excuse for you both to sleep in. You tried to get up as you felt the delicious ache between your thighs, you smiled vaguely at it. A reminder of last night.
You both quickly washed and ate after that, he snuck in food from the hall in order to feed you. And then you both got to work, settling quickly into business mode.
Your main concern right now was the Sith, because you were positive that Grievous was working with the Sith if not for. While Anakin was focused on vengeance.
You both knew the Sith lord had to be close to the Order, either directly or indirectly, that they had to have some power or influence beyond their Sith title. Meaning that they were either a Jedi or part of the Senate. Considering that they would have to be physically close to Anakin to implant visions and mess with his mind and to spy on him.
You had a list but it needed to be smaller. Possible suspects were Yoda, Windu, Palpatine, and Obi Wan.
Obi Wan’s name was almost immediately crossed out by Anakin.
“He’s too much of a kiss up to the Council to be against them” Anakin had said as he crossed Obi’s name out.
“What would Yoda have to benefit from a system he practically shaped?” You asked as you crossed Yoda’s name off.
Finally only two remained, Master Windu; second only to Yoda in terms of power and skill. And Palpatine, the charismatic Chancellor who was elected into office thirteen years ago before the Clone Wars began.
Both of your brains were fried, and having to pee every five seconds was getting in the way of progress. You were frustrated, and just tired. Eventually you both just laid in bed, holding each other. He was rubbing soothing circles on your back when suddenly he shot out of bed.
“It’s Palpatine,” he said as he crossed Windu’s name off the list. You sat straight up as you looked in his eyes, widened and crazed. “Palpatine is the Sith.”
“How do you know that?” You asked.
“Just a feeling.” He said darkly, “a very strong feeling.” You nodded, seeing it check out. Something about the chancellor always threw you off anyways.
“Alright,” You said, believing him, “now what do we do.”
“We show everyone.” Anakin said, “we show everyone who he is.”
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Anakin's plan had worked beautifully, with your help he had managed to record every interaction between him and Palpatine. Working information out of him was easier than Anakin thought, but it turns out that when people think you believe them they’ll say anything.
They quickly got Grievous's location and substantial evidence of him being Sith.
However, Anakin would not turn all this evidence in.
Not until he avenged his mother.
So there he was, surrounded by fire and Palpatine shooting lightning out of his hands. Struggling between the light and the dark. Feeling a strong pull to both, even with Palpatine’s deformed face leering at him as he was on his knees, physically beaten. He couldn’t help but itch towards his lightsaber, wondering if Sith blood taints a Kyber crystal. The galaxy would be better for it, no more Sith.
“Do it!” Sidious hissed with a cracked smile on his lips, “strike me down in anger and become what you were always meant to be…Darth Vader!” For a moment he felt your signature, he looked back around and saw you, only you. You were sending him a message through the force.
“You are Anakin Skywalker,” you eyes pleaded with him, “you are from Tatooine, you grew up around coarse sand and two suns. You had a loving mother, who loved you so much and you loved her. You are not made of the same cloth as him, you are made out of something better, something softer. You are made of love, you love and give without any greed because you know what it’s like to have nothing. You love with your whole soul, never any less. You love Obi Wan Kenobi, your Master, your brother, your father, your best friend. You had loved me since we were children, and I, you. I am sorry that the galaxy has only shown you a fraction of that love in return. But there are people who love you unconditionally. You are Anakin Skywalker, and only you can defeat the Sith.”
You hoped he got your message, and by the tears in blue eyes you can see the yellow fade, as your heart skipped a beat.
Anakin smiled at you before turning to face the Sith on his knees, a confused and terrified look on his face.
“I am Anakin Skywalker,” he raised his saber, “I strike you down in the name of peace and balance in the Force.” and with that Sidious was no more, he was well and truly dead. You ran to Anakin who had opened his arms to catch you. Burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as finally the weight on his shoulders lifted.
“Time to go home.”
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“My love, have you seen your daughter?!” You asked loudy pretending not to notice the small shoes peeking out underneath the curtain and ignoring the soft giggles of her laughter. It has been 7 years since Anakin defeated the Sith, he captured Grievous soon after. Anakin provided the necessary evidence in order to justify what he had done, Yoda and Windu wanted to make him a Master and join their Council but were quickly astounded as he refused the offer and instead handed in his resignation claiming his time with the Jedi was now over.
Obi Wan found out why shortly after as Anakin invited him to Naboo for a visit only to be met with you and Anakin in domestic bliss with your very round stomach.
When you first moved into the small house and had it all decorated you never understood why it didn’t feel like home. Not until Anakin came home, seeing him in the living room, and bedrooms, seeing him add his own touches made it truly feel like home.
Obi Wan and Kin often dropped by, both of them already fighting over who the “grand-master” was and who got to be the first to babysit. Padme had heard all about your adventure. Needless to say you would rather face Gundarks naked then be on the receiving end of her wrath again.
Soon after it all was settled you gave birth to the twins, Leia Shimi Skywalker and Luke Benjamin Skywalker. You didn’t know much about your biological parents, only that their names were Leia and Luke, and since you were naming them after yours, you and Anakin decided their middle names should be his. His mother and the closest thing he ever had for a father.
Obi Wan couldn’t hold Luke without crying for a few hours.
After the first time he held Luke, Obi Wan hugged Anakin and said softly. “You are my brother Anakin, I love you.” you could see your blue eyed husband hold back a few tears as he returned the hug.
“I love you too Obi Wan.”
While Leia looked after her kind grandmother Shimi, she was basically Anakin in a small girl’s body. The amount of sass she contained in her small frame astounded you, but it warmed your heart to see how wrapped Anakin was around her small finger. Always had been, ever since she took her first breath.
Meanwhile Luke was kinder, he looked just like Anakin with his tufts of sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. However, he seemed to have gotten most of his personality from you and from Padme who often came around and that the twins referred to as “Auntie Padme.”.
Life was happy as you chased your rambunctious twins through the house, laughing and squealing as Anakin lifted them both in his arms and pressed a loving kiss to your lips.
Sometimes you would ask Anakin if he was happy, if he regretted rejecting the position of Master, something he had always wanted.
He would always respond with a kiss to your forehead, and then your closed eyelid, your nose, your flushed cheeks until finally settling on your lips. Whispering, “If I woke up tomorrow in my bed on Tatooine, nine years old with my mother knowing what I know now. I wouldn’t do one thing differently, I would choose this every.single.time.”
So years go by, and you remember the moments that lead you to where you are now. All the heartbreak and sorrow, all the hiding and secrets, and all the happy moments that followed after. You realized that these moments would stick with you for as long as you live. Each and every one.
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Proofing her wrong
Summary: Obi Wan is your former master. After Order 66 and while your master had joined the dark side you fleet away. Since then Obi Wan tries to find you, to finally have you all for himself.
Warnings: Smut; semi-forced relationship (?), kidnapping
Author’s note: not edited/English is not my first language; not fully satisfied with the text but had the urge to still post it
The warm metal of your cuffs started to cut in your hands when you tried your next attempt to leave those dark rooms. Even though you found yourself now on a capital ship, filled with enemies and you were all alone. And for too long, or started to lose your hope. All your friends and allies were gone. You had no idea how to flee but the fear within you fought your uprising hopelessness, only until your heard footsteps along the corridors before the heavy doors opened itself and you got company.
If you weren’t bound to a chair, you would have just run away now, just like the last time when you met your master. He has changed. Only one thing had remained over the last months and that was his love for you, but that was something you couldn’t know yet.
Even though you knew you had the most generous and warmhearted master back then you were afraid when he approached your bound figure. He has turned to the dark side after all and helped Anakin kill all Jedi. You still remember how you had waited in your hideout inside the temple and watched their betrayal in horror before you tried to run away only to get caught by Obi Wan. Out of nowhere he had reached for your little and scared frame and pressed you to himself as if he wanted to comfort you, as if he hadn’t decided to change the sides. And even though his grip on you remained soft and his words were as sweet as before his cruel acts you had to fight back. That’s what you did,so you could flee. But now he had you again.
Obi Wan observed your shaking figure before his gloved hand reached out for your face to cup it gently. His thumb brushed carefully around the wounded skin around your eye.
,,I’m proud of you Y/N. I knew I wouldn’t get you without a proper fight. I hope they weren’t too harsh on you since you seem a bit tired after all, but you will rest soon.’’ Obi Wan said while he pressed your cheek softly. He could feel the uprising fear within you and hushed you, when your stern gaze teared up.
,,There there. You don’t think I brought you here to kill you don’t you? No I want you to join me.’’ Your master said but you turned your head out of his grip.
,,Never. That’s not right, you killed all of us. Our friends. You’re not the master I knew back then.’’ you said tearing up, when your words left your mouth, but Obi Wan stopped your crying. He got down on his knees for you and guided your face back to him again, now more forcefully when you fought against his will.
All those touches felt so forbidden, when you were his padawan he would always keep his professional distance to you. And now he manhandled you just how he wanted, his thumb traced around your lips and he looked at you as if you were a fruit he was about to try. But then he focused again.
,,I fear you’re wrong there, that’s me without any strings attached anymore. Don’t think ill of me please. I sacrificed all of those people that could forbid our love. Don’t you think I haven’t noticed your feelings towards me? I can still feel them now after all this time and it makes me the luckiest man knowing some things haven’t changed between us.’’ Obi Wan said, both of his hands caressed your face like he finally held a trophy in his hands. He savored every second where he could finally touch you. His smiling face left your eyes and wandered over your entire frame for a brief moment.
So all this time he loved you just as you loved him and you were the reason he had turned to the dark side. This was too much for you, your cried out in disbelieve, full of shame.
,,My sweet Y/N don’t cry please I-‘’ said Obi Wand but you couldn’t take it.
,,No! I don’t want to hear it. I will never join you. Not like this.’’ Your voice was strict but your last words felt bittersweet to yourself.
,,My my,I have to say I’m impressed. Holding onto your believes just like we had thought you back then. But you were also so good at following my orders, always so keen on pleasing me, why you have to fight back? Now where there is nothing between us finally. Let go Y/N, you did such a good job.’’ Said your master and you did as you were told. His sweet voice and his demanding grip on you made you weak, only the shame within you held you back. ,,Just give it a taste.’’ Said Obi Wan, almost rather to himself.
His lips pressed softly against yours testing the waters while finally taking control of you. Obi Wans heart raced with pride when he could feel eventually how your lips eagerly followed his movements, making your lips crash together again and again, slowly making you follow his path. He knew how innocent and pure you were but he also knew how he could bend you to his will and now was finally the time. Soft whimpers escaped your mouth when your master became more eager with you. His tongue explored your mouth, savoring your taste and humming approvingly while urging you to become just as curious about your new freedom. With an easy gesture he opened up your handcuffs before his hands roamed around your thighs. You could even feel how you almost instinctively drew closer to him, his hands dragging you carefully towards his lap. But even though this new closeness did things to you, you were still conflicted. Your moans became whimpers again, that Obi Wan tried to hush with wet kisses and soft words regaining your attention. ,,It’s alright Y/N. Just let go for me. Just focus on me.’’
The conflict within you wasn’t solved with Obi Wan’s kisses, quite the opposite.
,,I- I can’t.’’ you managed to say between heavy breathing when you pulled you upper body away from him but without much success. His lips pressed hungry kisses down your jaw and neck while you tried to convince him to stop, not paying attention to you.
,,Still acting so innocent as if you’re not taking part in this. I think you know how much you have me under control as well. And I think you just need some last convictions.’’ Said Obi Wan.
With that he bound your hands behind your back again as you could feel when you wanted to reach out to stop him from tearing your legs apart while he tore of your clothes off. With no further hesitation his lips crashed on your sensitive skin between your thighs. You wanted to scream but you couldn’t breathe properly. Those new feelings and those dirty sounds that came from your master made your cheeks turn hot.
,,Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this. You might hold onto those foolish Jedi believes but your body tells me otherwise.’’ said Obi Wan before diving back in. His arms were tightly wraped around your legs while his tongue licked your clit forcefully and slowly enough to watch you while doing it, he wanted to force you into your pleasure. He was your master after all and wanted just the best for you. And he could get lost in your sweet taste and your even sweeter noises. The vibration of his deep moans made your eyes roll back. But this situation wasnt just for your pleasure. Obi Wan had dreamed of this for so long now. He could feel your will started to break.
He could feel you were close. Searching for more friction your legs trashed around in your masters grip where he pressed them reassuringly,your release would come, if you would give in.
,,Just let go for me Y/N. I just need you as you need me. Let me be your master again, your lover, your husband either way I just need to be with you.’’ Obi Wan said, open mouth kisses were trailed along your inner thighs. The mixed wetness felt cold against your skin. Your former master proved his point when he shoved a finger inside you, having you desperately clench around him. Your eyes were zoned out from the overstimulating feelings. Your mouth hanging wide open but no words left you this time. He had you right were he needed you, no thinking anymore just feeling.
,,Come on my sweet just give in to me. Show me you allow me to take care of you.’’ His words and skilled fingers were too much.
First it was just a weak nod, but Obi Wan wanted to hear it from you. And he waited patiently, observing your inner fight with amusment and pity that he was about to win. He understood your dilema,you have always been loyal to the Jedi codex. But you would soon remember who your real master is and learn to follow him again.At last when you said that you were his he finally gave you your release.
With a smug grin Obi Wan looked at your broken figure that belong to him now. You looked so adorable when you were worn out by him, waking the urge in him to comfort you.
He scooped you up into his arms before he straightened himself up. Searching for more closeness you twisted your hands in his dark robes, leaning your head against his chest, finally having his familiar scent in your nose. It reawakened old good memories, reminding you why you fell in love with him.
,,The Empire is still hunting all of you. Why do you think I was so eager to find you first? No one touches you my love. Not while you are with me.’’ he said while carrying you to his bed and laid you down on it. You had no idea if Obi Wan wanted you to become a Sith as well or if he just wanted you to stay in his chambers, you were just to tired to think this through. Right now you needed some rest and comfort.
To your surprise you could once again feel how your hands were bound together when Obi Wan positioned you on his sheets, still standing behind you, eyeing you up with pure obsession. His gloves traced along your neck and back before he got a harsh grip around your hips.
,,But first I think I’m the one now who needs some last convictions.’’ He hummed to himself.
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could you please do jealous/possessive roman sionis???
blood moon ball
Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble, yandere
Word Count: 613
Character: roman sionis/reader
blood moon ball
A mad night under a cold moon, the scarlet sky of flesh waved love in a haze. Stars were scrawled on the ceiling — so far away, almost real! the constellation of the monster pointed the way, dragged back into a deep, cruel and pathetic embrace; an embrace full of darkness and depravity, death and blood. It was the blood moon ball — Roman was the main guest, and angering him was like an execution. This is a one— actor theater for a single spectator — you. A spectator doomed to eternal imprisonment, contemplating the whole horror of life with faded eyes.
Lost to yourself, the whole world, but not to Roman, you were connected with strangers by a thread. They were sitting on chairs —coquettes with fake eyebrows, shiny earrings and mocking pupils, gentlemen with bloody hearts, greasy smiles and tasteless clothes. A row of flickering chandeliers poured abundant rays on the joyful faces of famous thieves, murderers who were going to shed a bloody sweat. And only you, like a small white flower sprouted in dirt and gloom, looked around the club in confusion, unable to move. Not being able to say a word against Roman that squeezed you in an insatiable embrace.
He kissed your neck, breathed hotly on your bare shoulders and ran his gloved hands along your waist. You shuddered, trembled and thoughtlessly looked into the distance, envied the crowd of harlots that were overcome with passion, madly rejoiced, traded in lost beauty and honor; they are carefree, who decided that life belongs to them; they are the same as you were a few months ago. Roman, not paying attention and ordering Zsasz to guard the most remote chairs, whispered in ear:
"Mine, mine, mine…"
The skin was covered with goosebumps, the heart beat faster. Your gaze was poisoned by endless longing. Forgotten dreams rise again with royal towers, block, help to live in the male world of the Novel. Roman protects you, protects you and pleases before you, ready to get the enemy's heart and present it on a platter. His control knows no bounds, but you feel — or should feel — safe. You're not in danger, but I'm worried, baby! he keeps saying, once again closing you at home. He says he has to protect.
Roman is a fragrant, luxurious fruit, a tombstone urn asking for tears; it is an evil spirit chasing from all sides, burning your chest with an unclean flame; you are forced to breathe it, inhale and swallow. Roman is a spider, he weaves webs and entangles victims, lives several lives that are nothing to him. His nets envelop the whole Gotham and it is not possible to get out, and why would you do that? Every girl in the city dreams of being in the bed of Roman Sionis, so why do you refuse?
Prohibitions multiply like bacteria, ordinary relationships will turn into continuous obligations and services — don't do this, don't do that. You sigh, trying to say something, but you are silent, afraid, remembering the bruises left on your neck. Suddenly you twitch when you feel the touch of tongue on the skin and the wet trail left. Roman, like a cat, makes this gesture, as if trying to ask for forgiveness, to lick wounds. Paying attention to a man walking with a drunken gait to your table, you don't even have time to say a word, as he, leaning against, demands something:
"Pretty, you want…"
He is interrupted by a dull bullet fired in the forehead. He falls with a thud, softly, almost inaudible thanks to the loud music. Your eyes widen and you swallow; Roman runs a gun through your hair.
"Mine."
im sorry if this isnt exactly what u wanted, i can always write something different fur u, anon! also, please indicate which type u would like to read - a drabble (500~ words) or a fic (2000+ words), since they are very different in content. drabble is more of a rest than a full-fledged job, so they may not be very interesting, perhaps boring and clumsy in terms of the plot. but if you liked it, then im very glad!
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Hey can I request a stars wars obi-wan platonic with reader
a/n: I'm gonna try to add in more characters than the ones I'm thinking about so have some platonic headcannons
words: 1181
warnings: kind of stalking?, lmk if I missed any!
I can't see him finding someone he really cares about anywhere besides the temple, especially considering the fact of how many padawans there were during the war with their own squadrons and stuff
he probably found you through someone else, through a meet up with a different battalion for a certain mission. or maybe he found out about you through just walking through the temple.
either way, he gets intrigued by something. you're fighting style? your personality? just something about you puts him off, not in a "I should be suspicious of this person", but in a "why is this person like this?"
after whatever mission or meeting is over, he will continue to pursue you. at first, you thought it was just because he found you suspicious. did he think you were working with the CIS? you really hoped not, after all, he is on the council. was he trying to get you kicked out?
while your panicking over your loyalties and how you can prove him wrong (if he even is thinking that way, which we know he isn't), obi wan is just trying to figure out how he can either elevate you to a position where he can talk more freely with you, or convince you that he's needs your help again for another mission.
of course, while it's in his mind, he really doesn't want to use lethal force against your master just to become your master. he knows there are better ways at solving this, so he has to come up with a plan.
he decides that maybe he shouldn't be fully alone in his thoughts, and while he doesn't tell anakin the full story, he does say that he has a few worries about your master, and how he thinks you would be better suited as his padawan.
while anakin is skeptical, especially since you were only almost a year and a half until becoming a jedi knight, but is convinced when obi wan brings up the fact that even he was deemed to late to bring into the order.
so through some bullshit and possibly funny hijinks between obi wan and anakin, your master is put out of the game. whether thats because he was critically injured, or if they actually just killed him, or (what probably ends up happening) is ruining his reputation so bad that it's the order that kicks them out.
while your panicking even more because who would want a padawan who's former master got kicked out of the order, obi wan is able to convince the council he could take you under his lineage. while the council was originally planning on giving you to plo koon, they are totally cool with obi wan taking over.
I mean, it's obi wan, why the hell should they worry?
after you hear of obi wans plan you're relieved. you can continue your training without the worry of the stigma to you caused by your former master, and your new master is one who's revered by the whole temple! of course you wouldn't say no.
after you've been accepted under obi wan, everything becomes more mellowed out. every worry you've had you've been able to talk with obi wan about, every single issue you've had with lightsabers has been fixed by him. you're so happy that everything has worked out.
anakin, while suspicious, doesn't say anything on the fact that obi wan seems too happy that everything has worked out. in fact, he forgets about his doubts because he realizes that he likes to spar with you.
and obi wan? obi wan is just happy everything has worked out so well. he's much more stricter than other masters, and definitely not as lenient as anakin and ahsoka, but he's not like c'baoth strict.
anytime that there's a battle, and he doesn't know where you are exactly, it worries him. in fact, it's one of the things he's confided in you, so you try your best to stay nearby, even if it does hamper your own training.
he also gets worried about when you aren't nearby him in general. for example, you remember one time when you and ahsoka were somewhere in a town during a mission, you had forgotten to answer his one com message, and when you finally checked you comm, there was a bunch of missed calls. while you immediately commed him back, it did make you start to ask him permission for things.
another thing that you found weird, or 'overbearing', was he was very against you fighting enemies alone, as well. even if they were just small time soldiers or bounty hunters, he would ask of you to try and avoid confrontations as a whole.
one time, when you and ahsoka were sparring, he saw ahsoka almost hit you with (what he assumed to be) a spare piece of metal that was put up against the wall with the force. while you obviously dodged and sliced it in half, he gave both of you a warning and told you not to do that again, unless it was under an order.
while all of it was more stricter and harsh than your former master, or any master in general, it wasn't like you were going to leave because of a few rules he wanted you to follow! besides, they weren't as bad as compared to others, like c'boath.
however, one day, while you're waiting for obi wan to finish something on a mission, someone approaches you and asks to talk to you. while you're apprehensive, your alarm bells start ringing as soon as you see it's your former master.
you were going to walk away, until they tell you that they weren't there to plead their case to you. that caught your attention. you turned back around, and while you were still suspicious, you let them talk.
they told you about after the first mission with obi wan, they told you about how obi wan was always approaching them about you. while originally they thought it was because he didn't like you, he soon realized it was something much bigger than that.
before he could get any further, anakin and ahsoka appear, and that scares off your former master. while they hurry off, anakin and ahsoka are just as confused as you.
while your relationship with obi wan doesn't change really, at all, it's something that keeps in your mind even as you can't seem to find your former master anywhere.
eventually, you give up the hunt after a while of dead ends. there is no point in finding out something that doesn't seem to exist. maybe they were trying to plead their case, but in a way that demonized obi wan.
overall, obi wan isn't the worst person to have looking over your shoulder, as he's not so overbearing it's increasingly noticeable, and he treats his issues not with other people, but with you. however, he does get rid of anything and everything that could lead to people discovering the true reason why you even became his padawan.
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man I have to start doing other fandoms this was kinda fun
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Since you lovely people mostly voted yes here is a teaser to my upcoming star wars fanfic!🥰🥰
Taglist : @anakin-07 @weepingwitchofthewest
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Do yall have anyone you'd like a series or one-shot for? I'm taking suggestions! :D
I'm also willing to expand outside of star wars, but that is what I tend to focus on!
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Yandere Star Wars characters when they find out your pregnant and someone threatens you?
OOOOO ANOTHER YANDERE PORTION-
warning: typos, bad grammar
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Anakin Skywalker
“I’m sorry Y/N, can you repeat what you said?” he actually stuttered at his words, looking at you who’s inhaling, and then speaking, “I’m pregnant” there you said it again.
he went silent for a moment, his chest hurting, but then he looked at you and smiled. “Congratulation... I don’t know what to say, but I’m happy for you” he replied, he look at you smiling, but something was off...
He knows something’s off, something wrong.
why are your hands shaking?
well, he felt lost and broken a bit to know that you're pregnant
but he felt that he can do something that he still could do to make you his and only his
your shaking hands, there's something about it
to think again, your face is pretty pale
there's something with you, and perhaps, this pregnancy.
So he starts his searching all day, just to find out what's happening to you
where did you go for the last few weeks, who do you often meet up with, and what did you do for the last few weeks
so when he knows someone threatens you and makes you pregnant without the single of your consent (or you're being fooled by his love and you grow uncomfortable)
oh he goes mad
he starts with killing the man, no mercy when it is about your safety as always
then when you got the news, he'll look after your condition from day to day, and after you said you want to take care of the child, he grows to also like the child on your belly
"who's the favorite child? yes, it's you!"
once you feel a lot more comfortable with him, he loves every time you instant cling to him because of something that you think is threatening you
he finds it the best achievement of his effort to win your heart when you said that you love him, and thank him for everything.
the bigger your belly is passed every month, the more he loves to kiss your belly in private time
when he finds that you're in danger, he finds him more scared of losing you, remembering how fragile you are, he always rushing to find a way to save you
when he's finally able, he'll hug you tightly, remembering how he could have just lost you forever
“Y/N? Y/N!” he shouted, walking from one place to another. When he saw those slow, soft footsteps, he felt relieved, he was able to save you, he then hugs you and greets you with a big smile he could give to you, stroking your head and then placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Thank god you’re here, are you alright? how about the baby? we should get you to the medbay as soon as possible.” he spoke and then carried you to get back to the ship.
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Obi-wan Kenobi
“Why are you being so distant these days?” he spoke for the first time after all of this time you being ignorant and trying to avoid him, you look at him, and you can’t stand his face.
“you avoid me, you don’t want to talk with me, or even look at me, did I do something wrong?”
you shrugged your shoulder and then sighed. “I don’t want to mess anything up” you replied, but he quickly places his hand on both of your shoulders and then talk to you by whispering...
“Is it because you’re pregnant?”
You stopped moving for a moment, just to look at Obi-wan and a bit of glaring at him, but he's your close friend for years
He understands your glare.
having a good connection and being a very close friend to Obi, you guys know a lot about each other
especially habit
Obi is a very detailed person, especially you
you're very close to him, the precious well-being he got
you give a different glare every day based on your mood, and he knows which one is good, bad, worried, scared, confident, hate, etc...
he knows everything about your newest condition, and he knows that you’re pregnant
but the first day he received the news and wants to congratulate you, you avoid him as much as you can, and sometimes just straight-up run away from him
so then he decides to search on what’s going on about you, or try to get help with his connection, makes it easier if you’re a popular person or an important figure.
so when he already knows what’s happening to you and who threatens you, he immediately researches the person as soon as possible
he deals with it and makes sure that the person has a scandal with the separatist because if he does, everything will go well for him
He solves it pretty quick
So when he's done with him, now he has to take care of you
When you received the news that you're no longer getting threatened, you could open up to Obi-wan again
In fact, you're the one telling him about your condition first as soon as possible
Now that you might possibly know that he's the one taking care of the one threat you, you can feel safe, extremely safe
Well you usually feel safe around him, but when it’s around your pregnancy time, your awareness of people increases, but you can feel relieved and safe when you're with Obi
And soon you realize he actually likes you
All of this time and he didn't tell me?
You thought he can't have love feelings so you don't want to bother him so much
Why don't he tells it you from the start?
Oke anyways, who cares?
I’m sure he's once asked are you sure to keep your child
When the moment you said yes, he definitely will support you, and help you from the start
From you waking up until you close your eyes again, and if he's free, he'll help you with everything she could
But sometimes when he needs to go because of a mission, there are some times for you when you got into an unwanted accident.
But with his help and your will to stay alive, you sometimes can handle the situation pretty well
"Obi? Obi!! " you shout, holding a blaster and passing each hall to look at Obi, when you beard a slashing sound and a droid crashing sounds, you immediately get closer to the source of the sound, but you hide until the fight ends
You could hear the sound of the lightsaber turned off, then you walked in to see who is it
"Y/N? You're safe!! " he approaches you and greets you with a hug, and then looks at you with a relieved face
"How are you? Can you still walk to go to the ship? If you can't.. "
"I could still walk! It’s okay, I just need your arms to incase I lose my balance to get the way to the ship"
"Sure thing"
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Luke Skywalker
"You're becoming a bit strange lately, you vomit often... Do you not like it here? " Luke asked innocently, sitting right beside you, who's holding a big pillow on the bench
You gulped a bit, and then looking at Luke, next you shake your head "I think just the wind... It'll be over soon.. " you replied, patting Luke's head and then let out a chuckle
"Did somebody threaten you about something? You look pale and... You're not as open to me as you used to... "
he knows what's wrong with you
well he asked Leia anyway, so.
you're pregnant, that’s it
it’s just you hide it well beside the vomit
that vomit giving him enough clue what's going on to you
well he’s sad, disappointed, like why would you hide such things from him, do you not trust him? do you scared of him?
he then tries to find the reason behind all of this, who did that to you, and since when
actually since is not even important to him, no matter the time, since when, if it’s something bad happen to you, he doesn’t think he could hold himself any longer
you guys think he can’t just hurt people for his desire?
of course, he actually can, yandere remember?
on the other side, he’ll slowly make you open up to him, like comforting, and loves to take time for you so that you can talk about your problem or your pregnancy
if he can make you open up, he’ll be super caring since you already trust him by saying super important things
when you let him be around you, even more, he’ll cling even more
to the point where you don’t even realize that the person threatening you has vanished from the world
to the point he’s the only person you could trust around with the little baby in your belly
if something happens to you, he’ll immediately try to save you, keep you safe and kill the person that makes you in danger, your safety is his top priority
when you said he can be a father, he’s over the sky
imagine the butterfly tho
loves loves loves to carry you with the help of the force
also when you sleep, he’ll put millions of blankets so you can sleep comfortably, maybe for your back or when you get cold
grant every single of your wish
even though you’re not that needy since you understand the surrounding situation
when the whole rebellion knows, oh god everybody starts to hope they could see the little baby face
congratulation, the whole rebellion cares for you now from sunrise until another sunrise again.
“Where is Luke?” you asked after Leia puts you in a safe position, but Luke appeared before Leia could even answer your question.
“Wow Luke..” you greet, looking at him and then shrugging your shoulder, “Your whole clothes are in blood, where have you been?” you asked, showing no sign of disgust or scared, and not even worrying, cause you know Luke is fine, he doesn’t show any sign of injuries
“NO NO DON’T COME NEAR ME-” there you go, looking at him try to hide and put some distance
“why the kark are you doing that, I mean rather than doing that, I guess you need to clean yourself first” you replied, the next second he walks away, and then you sit
around 5 minutes after you sit, somebody closes your eyes with their hands, smells like fresh soap, but Luke just got away a few mins ago
“who is this...? okay if I’m correct I’ll get 20 credits, but if I’m wrong, you’ll get anything you want, alright- you’re Han.”
you could feel that hands about to get away from your eyes, but then you pull it again, “I’m not stupid, Luke.” the second you see his face, you hold your laugh.
heh, look at that disappointed face giving you 20 credits, funny face, you like that
“Your hands smell fragrant, that means you just took a shower to clean yourself, who else? besides Han never really get his hands clean or smell good”
“Yall saying what about me?”
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Din Djarin
“You’re hiding something, aren’t you?” he asked while holding Grogu and putting him to sleep, you gulped for a moment, and then you shake your head. “No, not at all, why would I hide something when I can rely upon myself to you?”
“....” he went silent before he hummed and then he go up to turn razor crest on and prepare to take off to the next planet, for the next journey.
"tell me if there's something wrong," he claimed before he focused himself on controlling Razor Crest.
well he noticed something wrong from the start since he's visiting you on the earth (As you guys are a close buddy) and before you start your journey with him.
you're not this quiet before, so something must be wrong
but he doesn't want to talk that he tried to search more or less what's wrong
only took some time until he founds out what happen
so all of this time, you don't want to say it so he doesn't need to worry and you maybe need some time until you're able to open up about this matter
but you don't have to open up about it
now that he already knows
it’s easy to take care of it, really, he just needs to make sure that you should never know that he’s doing all of these just for you, killing, making people suffer, for your freedom, so that you deserve better.
let it be a secret just for him.
one day he just confronts you and asks if you’re truly pregnant
who are you to deny it when he already knows?
the next second, he starts to give you more comfortable places, warm clothes, and try to get a portion of good food for you and your baby.
literally checks on you every second, because he’s super worried that he might make you uncomfortable or hurt in any way, he never likes that.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m going outside, need anything?”
“Are you comfortable enough?”
“How’s your condition?”
“Feel any better?”
“Something’s wrong?”
when he needs to face again the situation where you’re in danger, he’ll rage more than he did the last time
he kills everybody that including your matter, right after he got enough information
but all of that rage and brutality fades away the moment he saw you, he’ll hold you tight and also hold your belly, to make sure it’s fine.
a sound of a door opening surprise you that are being locked, showing a silhouette of a tall man, but you can’t see it because all you do is hold your belly, and then look away, and the moment that man touches you, you immediately brush his hand away from you, from your baby.
“Calm down Cyar’ika, it’s me, you’re safe” that’s a sound from Din, he comes for you! oh how relieved you are, you immediately hugged him into a pull, but he then takes your action as a wish to be carried, so he carries you in bridal style
“Wait Din what-” you immediately replied, as he looked confused under his helmet, “Uncomfortable?” he asks, but then you shake your head “No why are you carrying me,” you ask back
“I thought you want to be carried, so I’m carrying you” he replied, the next 2 seconds you let out your laughter. “No, I’m not, idiot. But thankyou Din, I love you” you rest your head close to his armored chest, somehow you feel safe even though Beskar is cold, but the funny thing is, you don’t mind about it.
“Alright, let’s get you out from here.”
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star wars masterlist.
Anakin Skywalker
Cassian Andor
Darth Maul
attention | soft yan! maul
Din Djarin
Jango Fett
Luke Skywalker
Obi-wan Kenobi
Padme Amidala
Poe Dameron
Poly! Han Solo + Leia Organa /Skywalker
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Cody was besotted with his ad'ika. She was so bubbly and full of energy. Her giggles ran through his battleship, out of place yet somehow right at home.
Cody carried her everywhere, her sling made out of his Obi Wan's robes and his blacks. Their combined scents seemed to calm her better than anything, and cody's favourite thing was going about his day with his sweet baby strapped to his chest, cuddly and happy.
Cody never found out what had made her sonagressive before, but that doesnt matter now. She was a different person. Would become a different person.
Obi Wan joined him on the bridge. His Ad'Ika immediatly reaching out for him.
Cody took the sling off and handed it to Obi Wan.
'You know, she should really he walking around more. I dont think you've put her down all day' Obi Wan commented, refusing the sling and instead opting to hold their daughter himself.
'I know, but, I just dont think its very safe for her. In this room alone I see multiple ways she could hurt herself. And this is one of the safer ones. Besides, I dont mind holding her' Cody smiled at the sleepy baby, gently pulling her balled up fist from her mouth, and cooing when she wrapped it around his finger, pulling him towards her.
'Cody, she MUST learn to walk on her own. If she doesnt build up strength at this age I fear she may never gain full mobility as she gets older!' Obi Wan pressed.
But all Cody heard was that she'd always need him.
'Would that really be such a bad thing?' Cody asked, taking his ad'ika back from the irate Jedi. Cody sounded far too serious for Obi Wan's liking.
'Are you mad? Of course it would be. Put her down Cody. She'll be alright'
Cody sighed. Not liking this one bit. He was convinced there was nowhere safe for his ad'ika but tucked up against his or Obi Wans chests.
However, Obi Wan did have a point. Kix and the 212th's medic had also advised that she spent less time in her sling, as most babies her age needed the exercise to not only build strength and stamina, but to improve their mental capacity and immune system.
The last thing Cody wanted to do was bring harm to his daughter. But, she was just so SMALL. A tiny thing like her could easily find harm on a battleship, especially theirs.
Waxer and Boil had accused him of trying to babyproof the ship and maybe they were right. But he's a father now. Worrying about his child is what hes supposed to do.
Obi Wan took his outer robe off, laying it down on the floor.
'Will this ease your mind, Commander? Put her down on this and let her crawl around.'
That was an order.
Cody carefully lowered her down onto her buirs robe, and she happily gurgled and giggled, wriggling around in the soft, familiar smelling material.
Obi Wan and Cody had expected her to wriggle. Had expected her to roll and crawl and maybe even tumble around a bit.
What neither of them expected however, was for their ad'ika to stand on wobbly, unstable legs and walk off, at a pretty decent pace. The two men were stunned.
So much so they didnt really see the drop in the floor that led to the lower deck on the bridge before she fell down it.
Cody was on her in an instant, Obi Wan close behind. The clone scoped up his ad'ika, who was crying, although she didn't appear to be harmed.
'I told you this wasnt a safe idea!' Cody hissed, before trying to calm his bawling daughter.
'Shhh, shhh ad'ika. I know, I KNOW. It must hurt. But your alright. I'm here, buirs here.'
Cody layed kisses all across the infants head, her crying easing off into hiccups, then turning into giggles as Cody blew a raspberry on her wet cheek.
Obi Wan stepped up to Cody, laying a gentle hand under the girls head and taking a look at her, eyes peeled for any sort of injury.
'Cody, there is no injury-'
'This time. You saw how easily she fell down. What if she does it again and gets hurt?'
'I know you fear for her safety, but the truth is she was going to fall down regardless. That's just how they learn. The toddle, fall, cry, get back up and fall down again. She was just scared and shocked. Like us'
Obi Wan ran a gentle hand over his ex padawans hair. She tilted her head back and just stared at him with sweet smile, and a yawn.
Cody melted.
'Are you sleepy little one? Come on, let's go take a nap. You can snuggle up righybnext to me and Obi Wan.
'Cody sent him a look and Obi Wan sighed. He was ashamed to admit, even to himself, that more often than not he found himself enjoying this role he was forced into. Cody had don this against both his and her wills. Knowing hebwouldnt leave his padawan behind to escape, but, hed never seen her so carefree, or Cody so happy. This sentiment was becoming alarmingly frequent as of late, and Obi Wan found himself actively shutting down daydreams about his captor and their life together.
Picking up his robe Obi Wan followed Cody to his bunk. He could only help one thing at a time and right now, his youngling needed a break from her doting, helicopter 'Buir'.
Maybe the 501st could lend a hand....
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Why can't all my favorite evil Star Wars characters (+ Obi-Wan and Ahsoka) all live in Vader's castle together with their darlings😭😭
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Stars Collided || Eighteen
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Anakin fluttered his eyes open, as he came to, it took a minute for everything to sink in, and the memories to flood back, and that's when he looked down, to the realisation that he really had lost his hand, as he saw the white bandages that wrapped around the stump of his right arm.
His chest ached, and his lip quivered, as he thought about the loss, he was the chosen one, how could he be a chosen one, with only one hand.
"Hey, Skyguy, welcome back." A familiar voice spoke, from his right.
He turned to see Ahsoka, sat in a chair, beside his bed, her feet kicked up on the mattress, as she leaned back in her chair.
"How long was I out?" He asked.
"Two days?" She answered.
He looked around the room, then his eyes fell on the other girl, beside him, how had he not felt her hand in his, until now.
Lovisa's sleeping head, rested on her fist, and he could tell that she hadn't fallen asleep, on purpose.
"She hasn't left your side, not once." Ahsoka shared, "She didn't want you to wake up, and wonder where she went."
Subconsciously, he had started to rub his thumb, along the back of her hand.
"Any updates, since I was out?"
"Well, the king has ordered for us to report to him, as soon as you're able to relocate, he demands to know how on earth his daughter ended up in Geonosis, in the middle of Battle, when she was supposed to be in the Lake District."
"Fuck." He sighed, woefully. "I'm dead."
"Lovey expects us to be silent, when she deals with it, says she has a way of getting us all out of trouble. She's also sent Obi-Wan, back to the village, on a mission to see the best blacksmith there is, with orders to build you a new arm, out of the finest materials."
He let out a huff of air, his jaw clenched.
Lovisa shuffled in her chair, and they watched, as she too, woke up from her uncomfortable slumber.
Ahsoka couldn't bite back the smile, as she watched Lovisa slowly realise that Anakin was awake.
She looked down to where she could feel movement on her hand, and it took her a moment to realise that Anakin's thumb was moving, and then her eyes travelled up, to see his pretty blue eyes, on her.
"Ani!" She rose from her seat, cupping his face, as she breathed relief, that he had finally woken up.
Lovisa couldn't stop herself, as she kissed his forehead, and then his cheeks, repeatedly, and then she slapped his left shoulder.
"Don't ever scare me like that, again!" She ordered.
"'m sorry, your highness." He weakly chuckled.
"I'll go get Sola." Ahsoka excused herself, getting up from her chair, and closing the door behind her, to search for the medic.
As soon as the girl was out of sight, Lovisa crashed her lips, into Anakin's.
He exhaled into the kiss, as he responded, just as passionately, his only hand tangling itself into her wild curls.
"You owe Ahsoka, an act of gratitude, by the way" Lovisa told him, in a low voice, leaning her forehead, against his, her eyes still closed, a hand on his chest.
"And why is that?"
"She stopped you from announcing your love for me, in front of Obi-Wan." She smiled.
His own smile instantly dropped.
"That would have been bad." He swallowed.
"Yes, it would've." She nodded, as she kissed him, again. "How are you feeling?" Lovisa asked him, brushing his hair away from his face, with her fingers.
"I lost my arm, and Count Dooku got away." His voice cracked.
"Its okay, I'm working on getting you a new one, a better one, and you'll get him again."
"But, what if he goes after you, again?"
"I'll be fine."
"Vis-"
"Yes! It's so good to see that he's awake, I was beginning to think he was never going to wake up!" They heard Ahsoka speaking in a loud voice, down the hall, and that was Lovisa's cue, to sit back in her chair, so to not get caught, in an compromising position, by Sola, the medic.
The door opened, and three balls of fur bounded into the room.
"As well as finding Sola, to dismiss you, I thought it was about time for a reunion." Ahsoka told them, as she picked up Seven.
Artoo leaped onto the bed, sprinting towards Anakin, who laughed joyfully, as his puppy licked at his face, excitedly.
"Hey, hi, buddy, I missed you too." He grinned.
"Mr Skywalker, how are we feeling?" Sola asked, a smile on her face.
"As good as I can, after losing an arm." He shrugged, petting behind Artoo's ears.
"I'm going to check it over, make sure you're recovering well, and then I'll redress it, and you should be good to travel to the Palace." Sola explained to him. "And, Princess, I want to check you over, too."
"Oh, no, I'm fine. Just focus on Anakin." Lovisa shook her head, picking up Threepio, as he had been requesting, by scratching at her bare legs.
"Nonsense, it won't take long. I'd hate to have to send you back to the King, with an infection."
"Then hopefully it takes me out, before I return." She replied.
"She's kidding." Ahsoka told the medic, who had paused the unwrapping of Anakin's bandaging, to nervously look at the Princess.
"No, I'm not."
"She is, she's such a jester." Ahsoka fake laughed.
"What happened? Why would you get an infection, did you get hurt?" Anakin examined her, closely, and that's when he realised her outfit, or at least the scraps of it.
"I won't, it's nothing, don't worry, how is his arm doing?"
"Well, it's not hot, that's a good sign, but it'll take a while to heal, completely, so I heavily advise that you take it carefully, Mr Skywalker, no Jedi activities, just yet. I'll give you a balm, to rub on it, every night, just before going to bed." Sola advised, as she redressed it.
Anakin bit the inside of his cheek, as he nodded along with her words.
"Perfect, I'll see about us getting back to the palace." Lovisa informed them, walking out the door.
That's when Anakin had realised the deep cuts along the bottom of her back, that were looking to just starting to scab over.
"What happened?" Anakin asked, his brows furrowing, when the door had closed.
"One of those big cats got her, during the "big show" when you were busy with the horned beast" Ahsoka explained.
"She refused to even let me treat it." Sola told the pair. "She spent hours in that hallway, walking back and forth, not being able to settle, all she could do was ask Captain Rex if he had any news, about the two of you, she didn't want to miss your arrivals, I had to beg her just to let me treat it. I never thought Princess Lovisa could ever care that much, y'know, I always thought it was her sister, Padme, that was so compassionate, and caring, but clearly, she is very loyal."
Sola then left, letting her words float in the air.
"Anakin, I don't want to think about Lovey all alone, if I come back with you to the Jedi Temple, we promised we would stick with her, and not let the throne get in the way, but it's the force that'd be tearing us apart, instead."
"Then we'll just need to make up excuses, to keep coming round." Anakin sighed. "I can barely breathe when she's not around, I can't go back to her being hours away, I wouldn't survive."
"I knew her longer, she's my best friend, It's not just about you, Skyguy." Ahsoka rolled her eyes at him. "She was right, you are full on."
"What- She said that?"
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