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obi-wkenobi · 2 years

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1/? Okay but 5+1 fic featuring 5 times Obi wan accidentally caught anakin in a compromising position/anakin + Obi wan were in a compromising position &one time he put anakin in a (com)promising Position 😏😏😏 idk man I’m just think of scenarios like Obiwan & anakin having to hide in a really tight space &anakin’s ass is presssd against Obiwan & force help him but anakin won’t stop wriggling or Obi wan catching anakin leaving a room butt naked: “I swear master! It’s not what you think!!”

aswdelncoijw *wails* anon!!!!! the noise i made when i found this in my inbox the other day was inhuman. this is chefs kiss, perfect, wonderful, magnificent, and exactly my type of thing. i’m more inclined to go with the second option, just because the idea of them actually being together and obi-wan’s control getting progressively less lax each time they find themselves in a compromising position makes my brain turn to static. the rising tension between them has me panting just !!!!! fuck. okay, here’s a thing:

“Dance, Anakin. Now,” Obi-Wan warns, shoving them further in amongst the press of bodies around them.

Obi-Wan rolls his hips, all slow rocking and easy thrusts that speaks of his senior Padawan years spent traversing the lower levels of Coruscant with Quinlan. His former Padawan on the other hand merely grimaces, shuffling his feet and rocking his hands from side to side, looking like a lost tooka amongst its predators.

“You’re going to get us caught,” Obi-Wan hisses, his voice harsh, having to pierce through the rhythmic thumping of the music.

Anakin glares at him, indignant. He sways harder and winces when an enthusiastic Twi’lek bumps into him. Obi-Wan forces himself to not roll his eyes, instead choosing to watch as the Iradu guards currently chasing them stand in the corner of the room. The dance floor is crammed and they shouldn’t be seen, except Anakin is as stiff as a protocol droid.

“Master,” Anakin whines, “why the kriff are we here?”

“Just dance, Anakin,” Obi-Wan snaps. “You do know how to dance, don’t you?”

He is aware that his voice is too severe, his demeanour too irritated, yet he can’t find it within himself to care. Not when sweat is already gathering under his shirt, dampening the line of his back and in between the crevices of his elbows and knees. Even worse is that he can smell Anakin, and he finds that he doesn’t dislike the dark scent.

“Master,” Anakin complains again, his face pinching in distress, clearly uncomfortable.

Obi-Wan gives him a look, a look that says do as I say, and watches as he attempts to move once again. He’s gangly. All elbows and knees and awkward feet, and Obi-Wan is reminded that for all of Anakin’s bravado and frequent arrogance, underneath them is a man who is mostly unsure. Sometimes Obi-Wan forgets that Anakin’s insecurities can be found in the oddest of places. He reins it in most of the time, especially when Obi-Wan himself is around, but here on this planet, shoulders hunched forward and dark eyes skittery, he looks incredibly self conscious.

The music continues to pulse and the lights continue to flicker, all crimson red, purple noir, and electric blue as a uniform of bodies roll and twist together. Anakin continues to shuffle; those insufferably tight trousers he’s wearing are undoubtedly not helping, the white mesh shirt revealing the embarrassed blush on his chest. Obi-Wan averts his gaze. This is probably good for Anakin, to get him out of his comfort zone and introduce him to missions that involve tact and don’t just include blasting his way to success.

Still, Obi-Wan consciously gentles his tone. “You took dance classes at the Temple, didn’t you? Just remember those lessons.”

Anakin scoffs. “They didn’t teach dancing like this,” he says defensively, voice strained.

Obi-Wan grits his teeth, forcing himself not to lash back. Force, but why did Anakin have to be such a brat?

“Like what?” he asks lowly, grinning as a new song starts, featuring a filthy bass that has him rolling his hips, slow and deep.

“Like that—” Anakin growls, additional heat immediately rippling across his cheeks.

Obi-Wan curls amusement between them in the Force and peers at him in the dimness of the room, waiting for him to explain.

“Yes?” he prompts, smirking.

“Grinding,” Anakin spits out, gesturing towards Obi-Wan’s moving figure.

Obi-Wan laughs. “No, I suppose they didn’t.”

Anakin inhales, exhales, swallows thickly and looks anywhere but at Obi-Wan. He is perhaps enjoying Anakin’s unease a bit too much, but well, there is something extremely endearing about—

“Well I’m not doing it,” Anakin bites out, panic edging his voice.

Obi-Wan’s fondness is immediately replaced with vexation. He puffs out a frustrated breath and rolls his shoulders, annoyance twisting his mouth. How typical of Anakin, to snarl like an animal when placed in a situation he is unfamiliar with. He is about to reply, something calm and not at all maddened when movement in his periphery catches his eye.

The Iradu guards are entering the crowd—

“—kriff!”

He grabs Anakin’s wrist and forcefully pulls him forward, twisting him around so that his back thumps against Obi-Wan’s chest. Anakin makes a panicked sound and flails until Obi-Wan grabs at his hips and presses them close together, something tight winding in his stomach as he moves Anakin to dance against him—to grind against him.

“What—what are you doing?!”

Obi-Wan huffs unsteadily behind his ear and whispers, “The guards are in the crowd. You need to dance with me, we can’t be caught, Anakin. You know how much trouble this will cause in the senate if it's found out that Jedi were sent here.”

Anakin makes some wounded noise that he can’t parse before nodding, and Obi-Wan lets out a relieved breath. He keeps one hand gripping at Anakin’s hip, encouraging each hesitant movement. The other moves up to Anakin’s throat, silently urging him to tilt his head back until it rests against Obi-Wan’s shoulder and ensuring that his face is hidden. Obi-Wan burrows his own head in Anakin’s neck, frowning as Anakin's Adam’s apple bobs beneath his hand and his breathing comes out shallow.

It feels horribly intimate and for a wild moment Obi-Wan considers changing the plan, except Anakin’s hips then begin to purposefully roll against his, his—Force, his ass grinds perfectly against Obi-Wan’s groin, just like it should if they were two strangers in a club caught up in nothing but the sweaty, intoxicating heat of each other.

Obi-Wan gasps and swallows a wanton moan and meets Anakin’s thrust. They move as one, Obi-Wan tightens his hold on Anakin’s hip and Anakin digs hands into his own thighs. The intensity of it, the rocking—kark—the dragging of Anakin’s ass against him, even over his trousers, has his cock hardening.

It feels—

Arousal coils tight and hot in his gut, his breathing nothing but shaky, damp exhales against humid, golden skin. He bites at his lip, stopping himself from groaning as the throbbing of his cock becomes an ache, so hard and sticky and wet that the friction of Anakin’s repeated grinding has him almost coming in his kriffing trousers.

Obi-Wan grits his teeth and moves slower, changing his rhythm to a patient, hard roll that causes static to pulse behind his eyes. He could fuck Anakin like this, fuck him deep and relentless—

A high, loose sound comes strangled out of Anakin’s throat. It is desperate, and enough to knock sense back into Obi-Wan. He promptly creates space between himself and Anakin, ignoring the needy whine that comes from Anakin as he does so, and scans the room, seeing no signs of the Iradu guards.

“Let’s go,” he rasps, instantly moving away and trying to keep himself from doing something ridiculous, like grabbing at his former Padawan and asking him how he wants to take it.

“Obi-Wan?”

Why does Anakin have to sound like that? All insecure and worried, needing reassurance. Obi-Wan can't deny him when he sounds like that.

Obi-Wan glances back at him, and immediately wishes he hadn’t. He looks positively debauched; chest heaving, pupils blown, and cheeks bright red. Needy and hungry and aroused, so beautiful that it hurts. Strands of hair have fallen into his face, plastered to his forehead by the droplets of sweat trickling down his temple. Obi-Wan has to look away as he tries to smother down the traitorous arousal returning to boil in his stomach. He digs his nails into his forearms, biting at the skin so he won’t reach out and touch.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin repeats, and despite the worry there, his voice still comes out grated and husky, and Obi-Wan has to blink against the sound of it.

“Anakin,” he says, a warning or a plea, he doesn’t know.

Anakin’s steps up to him, eyes dark and blown. “Did I dance well, Master?” he asks, coy.

Obi-Wan's jaw clenches and he breathes deeply, shuddering as Anakin leans in and places a hand on his thigh, too close to his still straining cock to be unintentional.

“You did,” he croaks, feeling fraught and strung taut, ready to strike.

If possible, Anakin blushes even more so, and the moment of sincerity allows Obi-Wan to take back the reins he had let fumble from his grip.

“I sense that this is a conversation for a different time,” he says, voice both exasperated and fond.

“If you say so, Master,” Anakin pants, far too pleased with himself.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and pushes through the crowd, knowing that Anakin is following his lead and scowls in both delight and dread as he remembers that he and Anakin must tonight share a bed.

this ran away from me and ends quite abruptly but i desperately want to see them dancing and grinding away at each other and obi-wan basically being on the verge of nutting because it’s so good

#these filthy wanton men #i adore them #obikin #spicy #anon asks #fic ideas #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my writing

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 18

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,500ish

Summary: You struggle with what happened with Obi-Wan the previous night.

Notes: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter… but it’s kinda a bridge to where I want to go. So just be patient and please kind sending your reactions.

You spent the night in one of the training rooms, unable to calm your racing thoughts. With every swing of your saber to block a shot, you relived the moment that Obi-Wan pulled away from you. You couldn’t help but blame yourself. You jumped up, avoiding a blast, before landing and deflecting another shot.

“Woah!” Anakin exclaimed, dodging the shot as he entered the room.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Didn’t realize you were coming in.”

“Yeah, well I just arrived at the Temple to get a new assignment but all I could focus on was your signature.”

You took a deep breath, realizing you need to center yourself quickly. If Anakin could sense the emotions in your signature, so could the rest of the Temple. You began putting the training equipment away.

“You want to talk about it?” Anakin asked arms crossed over his chest as he studied you.

“I’m fine, Ani,” you replied.

Anakin scoffed. “That’s believable.”

As he continued to study you, you put up blockers around your signature. You didn’t need him snooping in your thoughts and figuring out what had happened. Anakin was never one to completely enjoy following the Jedi Code, but you still didn’t know how he would react to your feelings for Obi-Wan.

“We used to talk,” Anakin said. “We still can.”

You sighed. “We already push the boundary of attachment just by interacting on assignments together, Ani. We shouldn’t push it anymore.”

“It’s amazing how much you’ve improved at lying to yourself.” You kept your focus on your task. Anakin sighed. “You clearly need to talk about something, Y/N/N, and if you feel like you can’t talk to me, that’s fine. I know that Padme’s at her apartment and would be glad to help you. She’s actually been meaning to talk to you for quite some time now.”

“What about?”

Anakin shrugged. “She wouldn’t tell me.” You turned to face Anakin, allowing him to see how the light in your eyes had dimmed slightly. “Y/N, I don’t care what the Council has tried to do to split us up.” He came forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You are still my twin sister and I love you.”

You pulled Anakin in for a much-needed hug. “I love you too, Ani.”

~~~

Obi-Wan was struggling to meditate. He couldn’t find his center, not with last night playing in his head over and over again. He was so close to kissing you, he had longed to. Yet, he stopped himself. There was the fact that you and him had been standing out in the hallway and could have been caught, but there were also two other major factors. One, the Jedi Code (which he realized he had already broken), and two, Obi-Wan had no idea how you felt. If you didn’t feel the same, would he have just forced himself on you and ruined your friendship? He couldn’t stand the thought of that. He needed you in his life, whether that was as a friend or more than one. But now there was a fear that he had screwed it up anyway.

When he rushed into his room after leaving you, Obi-Wan heard you walk back down the hallway. You hadn’t come back to your room all night and he tried not to freak out about it. He had no right to, it wasn’t your Master and he was to blame for it. It was after noon and you still hadn’t returned to your room. Though, Obi-Wan hadn’t exactly left his yet. Trying to reach out into your bond, he wasn’t surprised to find that you had blocked him as he had you. He couldn’t just sit back and wait for you to come back anymore. He had screwed up and now you were missing.

Obi-Wan left his room and began searching the Temple. There was no proof of you being assigned to a new mission and your starfighter was sitting in the hangar. The library held no trace of you and neither did the gardens. Obi-Wan was briskly walking to his next destination, the training rooms, when he noticed Anakin walking down one of the large hallways.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan called, trying not to seem desperate. “Anakin!”

Anakin stopped and turned to see his Master hurry toward him. “Is something the matter, Obi-Wan?” He wondered, growing concerned.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah. This morning I found her in the training rooms. She had spent all night in them, seemed pretty upset about something but wouldn’t talk to me about it.”

“Do you know if she’s still there?”

“I don’t know. Why? Did something happen?”

“I— I just haven’t seen her all day and the Council is in need of her help.”

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not that great at lying all the time, Master.” He looked at Obi-Wan, unbelieving. “I assume you’re the reason she was in the training rooms?”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Again with the lying.”

“Remember your place, my former Padawan.”

“Fine.” Anakin raised his hands in defeat. “I may have an idea about where she is.”

“Where?” Obi-Wan didn’t care how quickly he asked that.

“Just give me a moment, I’m going to call Padme.”

~~~

“I am sorry if I have pulled you from any of your meetings today, Senator,” you said as you followed Padme into her apartment.

“Y/N, it’s just us,” Padme said. She sat down on one of the couches and you copied her on the opposite. “I can tell that something is bothering you. What may I help you with?”

“I… I honestly don’t know where to start.”

“May I start with something?”

“Of course.”

“Before I say anything, I want you to know that I know how important the Jedi Code is to you and to Obi-Wan. I would never assume that either of you would intentionally break it.”

Your heart dropped. If Padme could easily figure you out, who else knew? “How…?”

“The way you’ve interacted with him. The way you look at him when you don’t think anyone else is watching. The way you two fight with each other.”

You slowly nodded, taking it all in. “I am afraid I have broken the Code… I— I shouldn’t admit it to anyone. I should—“

“I would never do anything to break your trust, Y/N. Anything said here is safe with me.”

“Okay… I… I am falling in love with Obi-Wan. But, unfortunately, he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Are you so sure?”

“Obi-Wan is not one to break the Code… he proved that last night.”

“Care to elaborate?”

You sighed. “Last night… he… Well, back when we were trying to figure out who was trying to assassinate you, Obi-Wan told me that he would take me to more diners.”

“That’s an interesting promise.”

“It’s only because he feels like I was sheltered by the Council.”

“Yes, Anakin did tell me that you two were separated and that you were trained by the Council themselves.”

“He did?”

“Yes, I can explain that later if you would like to continue.”

“Oh, yes…. Well, last night he took me to a diner. We had a great time. It felt so normal, so natural. I know I shouldn’t have enjoyed it like that, it’s against so much of what the Jedi stand for. But I couldn’t help it. When he arrived back at the Temple, we… we almost kissed but Obi-Wan hid in his room and closed off his Force signature to me before anything could happen… That’s how I know that Obi-Wan doesn’t feel the same as I.”

Padme got up from her couch and came around to sit next to you. She gently took your hands and held them in her lap. “Let me tell you what I have noticed about Obi-Wan. He is always worried about you. He asks anyone about your assignments and tracks them himself. The way he looks at you when he believes no one is looking is like the whole galaxy revolves around you. When you were unconscious due to the blue shadow virus, he ran to your side as soon as you were out of the lab. I watched as he took your hand and kissed it, not letting go until they wheeled you too far away. After clean-up, Obi-Wan wasn’t happy that you had been transferred to your own cruiser without his knowledge. I encouraged him to go after you.”

“That’s why he was there…”

Padme nodded. “Obi-Wan might be struggling with the Jedi Code, yes, but that man loves you… And I would know… I have a Jedi that I love and who loves me.”

“Anakin.”

“Yes.”

“Ani has always been obvious about his affections for you but does he know about yours for him?”

“He does.”

“Are you two…?”

“We married after Geonosis.”

“What? You and Ani?”

“We know that this must be kept a secret but we truly have waited to tell you all this time.”

“I… I don’t know what to say…”

“I am sorry that we have kept this a secret from you.”

“I understand why you did it, Padme. I am not mad, just sad… I wish that the knowledge of you and Anakin’s relationship could give me more hope. But, if I know Obi-Wan, he will not break the Jedi Code more than he already has. Even for me. And I would never ask him to.”

“Y/N—“

Padme was cut off by the buzzing of the communication device on the table between the couches. She sighed, letting your hands go as she reached over to answer it. The holograms popped up to reveal Anakin and Obi-Wan. You immediately moved so that there was no chance you were in the transmission.

“We are sorry to disturb you, Senator,” Obi-Wan apologized.

“You two are rarely ever a disturbance, Master Kenobi,” Padme replied. “What can I help you with?”

“Y/N seems to be missing,” Anakin answered. “We were wondering if you have seen her today?”

Padme glanced at you, silently asking what to say. You nodded in response. “Yes, I have. She’s actually at my apartment as we speak.”

Obi-Wan visibly relaxed. “Thank the Maker,” he muttered.

“She will be at my apartment until tomorrow.”

“Is something wrong?” Anakin immediately fretted.

“Nothing that Y/N can’t handle. I promise. We will reach out if we need anything.” She pressed another button to end the transmission.

“Thank you, Padme,” you said. “For the talk and allowing me to stay here. I don’t think I can see him just yet.”

“You need time to figure out what you are going to do. As much as I would like to see you and Obi-Wan together, it is not my choice to make. You need to figure that on your own, without pressure from anyone.”

“Are you going to tell Anakin about this?”

Padme shook her head. “He will have to figure it out himself if you or Obi-Wan don’t tell him first.”

~~~

Obi-Wan had felt better, knowing that you were with Padme. But he still couldn’t help but worry about you. What were you talking to Padme about? It was most likely about him, at least that’s what he believed, but what?

“At least she went to talk to Padme,” Anakin started, pulling Obi-Wan from his spiraling thoughts as they walked down the hallway. “Padme mentioned that she wanted to talk to Y/N.”

Obi-Wan nodded. Maybe you were just with Padme out of a request from the Senator. “At least she is safe.”

Anakin’s brows furrowed. “You were really worried, weren’t you?” Obi-Wan ignored the younger Jedi. “What happened last night?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “Nothing. Thank you for helping me, Anakin. I must be going.” He headed away from Anakin.

“Master!” Anakin called after him. Obi-Wan stopped but didn’t look back around. “Whatever happened between Y/N and you, I hope you fix it. Losing her isn’t worth it, trust me.”

Then Anakin walked away, leaving Obi-Wan standing there contemplating his next steps.

~~~

Padme was nice enough to have your own room prepared for you and to allow you to be alone. You stood in the guest room, watching over Coruscant as the day slowly turned to night. You were taking slow, deep breaths as you tried to center yourself in the Force. You hated how off you had felt since last night.

As you tried to center yourself, you thought about how you wanted to handle this. There were a few different ways you could go about it. One of the options was acting like nothing ever happened, which nothing technically did. There were two other ways that weren’t very Jedi-like: completely ignoring Obi-Wan or admitting your feelings to him. Admitting your feelings for him was your least favorite option. Despite what Padme had said, you couldn’t wrap your head and heart around the belief that Obi-Wan reciprocated your feelings.

You sighed, getting frustrated at your lack of ability to center yourself. You had to get this figured out before you ran into any of the Council members, especially Yoda, who could read you so easily. You knew you couldn’t stay at Padme’s forever and that the Temple wasn’t the wisest place for probably a while. After writing a note to Padme and leaving it on the guest bed, you left her apartment. You pulled out your comlink.

“Commander Crak,” you called. “This is General L/N.”

“General, it’s great to hear from you,” Crak responded.

“You too. Grab the next available mission and prep the battalion. I’m on my way back to the cruiser.”

“Yes, ma’am. Is there any reason for this request?”

“I’m just missing the action and I’m sure you and the boys are too.”

“We will be ready for you when you arrive.”

~~~

Obi-Wan needed to fix his mistake somehow. He couldn’t stand it if you were avoiding him. He needed your friendship if he couldn’t have anything more. The Jedi Master decided that he would pick you up from Padme’s apartment, allowing the two of you to talk before going back to the Jedi Temple. When he entered Padme’s apartment, Obi-Wan immediately noticed Padme standing in the center with a saddened look and a note in her hand.

“What happened?” Obi-Wan worried, quickly coming to her side. He glanced around, unable to see or feel you. “Where’s Y/N?”

Padme sighed before meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes. “She’s not here,” she replied.

“What? I thought that—“

“She left in the middle of the night, back to her cruiser. I checked and her cruiser isn’t near Coruscant anymore. She’s gone.”

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Notes: I’m loving writing this series way too much!!! Thank you guys for all the support! I truly don’t deserve it.

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cattyb2 · 2 years

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This is Not A Dream

A/N: really soft anakin? But like still protective? Let’s just see how this will turn out

Pairing: Anakin x female reader

Summary: You and Anakin have been best friends for years, and have always told each other everything about your lives. After getting kidnapped a few months back, you haven’t been the same. Anakin notices this behavior, and one night hears your screams from your bedroom.

Warnings: nightmares, mention of kidnapping, fluff, not my GIF

Training was quick to end, and to be honest for the most part you weren’t even present. You and Anakin train daily, well, whenever you could. Recently you’ve both been whisked away to help something with the order. You were beyond exhausted, bruises scattered your legs and arms, not huge, but small purple circles encompassed your skin. The bags under both your and Anakin’s eyes were darker than normal, causing you both to look older. But still, you both fought with everything you had in you.

“Y/N,” Anakin said again, though you didn’t even hear him the first couple times. He stared at you, eyebrows furrowed, reaching his hand out to touch you. “Y/N,” he said again. His hand was about to reach you, causing you to flinch away, but not before igniting your light saber. It was a defense mechanism, not even realizing you did it. The furrowed eyebrows loosened, and pain quickly flashed over his eyes. Concern was now evident on his face.

What were you going to do? Where you going to kill him if he touched you? Why was this your first reaction? Did I just cause him pain?

Anakin knew, without knowing of course. Ever since you’ve gotten back you’ve changed. You’re more skittish, but not in a clumsy way. It’s like your senses heightened, you tune into what your surroundings are more, you notice more. But you also smile less, laugh less, it’s like you are … less. He’s tried reaching out to you, trying everything he can to spark some sort of happiness in you. But everything he tries, never seems to work. You kept a watchful eye over your shoulder he’d notice, and you’d exuse yourself early, you’d never stay out with him anymore. No more late night training, no more sitting and looking at the city. You were closing yourself off more and more, you were declining rapidly, but yet whenever asked, you’d respond with the same answer. “What ever would be the matter with me?”

You never talked about what had happened a month ago. Never once. You where gone for a week until Anakin and Obi-wan rescued you. When they told you it was only a week you wanted to laugh, only a week? You could have sworn it was years.

It was a cage. That’s the first thing you remember when you opened your eyes. You were sent on a solo mission, nothing new for you. It should have been a simple mission, find the control center built by the empire, blast it quick, and fly out. Leaving your ship not even required. But it wasn’t that simple. Your ship was hit, and you plummeted towards the sand, getting knocked out. The cage was cold, metal, and everything else in the room was in the shadows.

You put up with a week of torture, coming in and out of consciousness on the daily. You were so weak that the force wasn’t even an option. Death was accepted at this point, no one was coming, no one was going to save you. They came in everyday like clockwork, and tried to beat the answers out of you about the Jedi Temple. Threatening to kill your master, and threatening to kill Anakin. But you said nothing, you were ready to die everyday they came in. Your arm was twisted, beyond repair you thought. Your left eye was swollen shut and a deep cut was beginning to scar over across your face. Until one day they didn’t show up, you were left alone for the entire day. You could hear some fighting outside, no blasters, just yells and grunts. Was this a dream? It was silent for a moment, like everything in all the planets stopped moving. The door busted open, and natural light flooded into the small room, causing my right eye to squint. My heart thumped, nearly out of my chest. You knew that voice, knew that figure. Anakin.

Coming back to reality, realizing you’ve now gotten the attention of not only Anakin but Obi-wan as well. People stopped what they were doing around us and stared. With glossy eyes you tried to blink that away as soon as possible. You don’t want to show weakness, or want to show that it still bothers you.

“Y/N, can you hear me? Are you okay?” Anakin asked, concern still on his face, but his voice was soft, caring. His light saber now tucked back into his belt, Obi-wan’s nowhere to be seen either.

You dropped yours, not knowing why it was still up. You were safe here.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, shrugging off the episode that just occurred. Anakin and Obi-wan stared at each other as you walked away. You could feel the pair of eyes boring into your back as you walked away. Swiftly, not wanting to catch anyones attention.

The elevator ride up seemed long, and you wanted nothing more than to just crawl into bed and hide away for the rest of the day. So that’s just what you did. You skipped lunch, dinner, a very important meeting with the council. There was no motivation, no amount of strength to usher you out of bed and into the public. Before the sun was even close to setting, you shut your eyes.

Anakin’s place was adjacent to your own. Many nights you’d both sit by the huge open windows and talk until the sun came up. He was your best friend after all, and truly it was horrible not being able to talk to him about this at all. He’s asked multiple times, never pushing you, but you could tell he wanted to know. He joked about having matching scars on your faces. The diagonal cut across your face scarred over, a constant reminder. You could tell the order wanted to know what had happened, what was said and how you managed to survive the injuries you sustained, but you weren’t ready to say it, or even truly process it. It was only Yoda that knew, and knew without you having to even so much as open your mouth. Like he could see into your mind, your memories, everything you fear. It was remarkable he had yet to share this knowledge with the council, but then again, it was not his information to share.

—

Loud voices woke you up, coming from the other room. It sounded like an argument, though it didn’t seem harsh. You could tell by the hushed tones that they were trying not to wake you up. Sleep overwhelmed you once again, and what started as a good dream, a happy dream, soon turned sour.

You were back in that cage, in the cave like room with only a small light to let you know if it was morning or night. Panic swelled, and your hands grasped the cold metal bars, shaking them violently in hopes to escape. This couldn’t be real, it’s just a dream. You’re not back here, you’re safe, you’re at home. What if this was real?

“This is not a dream Y/N, you’ll die down here. Give us the answers we seek, and maybe I’ll spare you and your friends.” My friends? You were all alone, this was a trick, it’s not real. All you’re reassurance flew out that thick metal door when two droids dragged in Anakin. His long hair was messed up, and he too looked like he had been tortured.

You screamed, screamed so loud that your throat burned. Your bedroom door busted open, Anakin and Obi-wan running in, light sabers drawn. But all they saw was you. You were sat up in bed, tears streaming down your face, eyes red and puffy. Your night shirt revealed most of your stomach, which was frantically moving with each gasp. Your long hair was braided back, sticking to the sweat on your neck. And your hands where grasping tightly onto the bed sheets, white knuckled and shaking. The understanding hit that it was just a dream, that you were safe and in bed. But that comfort didn’t scare away the dream that you just had.

Anakin closed his saber, running to you immediately, and Obi-wan quickly checked your room, eliminating the change of any threats.

“Anakin,” you cried, his hands met your face quickly. Scanning you for any possible injuries. Obi-wan whispered about going to alert the council. This didn’t bother you, you needed help, that was a fact. He gave you a fatherly smile, and walked out, closing your door behind you.

“Shh Y/N, you’re safe. I promise. It’s just you and me, you’re okay.” He whispered, pulling you into him. His chin rested lightly on top of your head, and his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight.

“I was back there,” you choked out “and they - they had you and they were going to kill you and I couldn’t watch you die I couldn’t, I tried-“ you rushed out, hiccuping as you spoke.

“You’re safe love, it’s just you and I. You’re here, you’re home. I’m never letting anything else happen to you.” His hand brushed through the loose strands on your hair. He rocked so lightly that you almost didn’t notice he was.

“I’m so scared.”

“I know, and that’s okay. I swear nothing bad will happen again, I’ve got you, love, and I’m not letting you go again.”

Your breath slowly goes back to normal, the shaking slowed down as well. But Anakin did not loosen his grip on you, if anything he held you tighter.

“Please,” you whispered, “please don’t leave me.” The statement itself sounded like a child had said it, and you were slightly embarrassed. But you couldn’t be alone, not now.

“I’m staying, I’m not going anywhere.” He carefully picked you up, laying himself on your bed and pulling you back against him. Slowly pulling your hair out if it’s braid and running his fingers through it. You laid with your head against his chest for a long time, long enough to be tired yet again. “Sleep.” Anakin whispered to me. “I’ll stay right here, nothing will happen to you. Just go to sleep, love.”

His voice was so soft, but so deep. It was soothing, calming you down even more. You didn’t respond, only closed your eyes, and feel deep asleep with your face shoved into his black Jedi robes.

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The cure ❤️‍🔥

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: The “When a well put together character becomes miserable and disheveled trying to figure what has gone wrong and you come in to put him at ease” trope

Warnings: none

Word count: 1800

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He woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest as though his heart was a mountain that had sunk beneath the waves. His thoughts were scattered and haphazard, the beads on his forehead were a result from worry, for himself and for neglecting his duties. Something was not right and he was convinced he was sick. He sat up and his motion swayed which was due to the fact he didn’t have a proper night's rest. His mind had been active and so he had not had a peaceful sleep for a long time.

He was narrowing down on the cause, there was only one logical reason. He must have caught a bug from geonosis. He needed to get to the bottom of this. Raking his fingers through his hair he tried to remind himself of the activities for the day, he had to get on track and prove to the council that he had whatever this was, under control.

It was unusual, he was always in control and yet now he was acting like one that didn't know the basic definition of that word. The shower helped, having ice cold water splash over his face seemed to wake up his senses. Now standing in front of his mirror, he folded his robes into place and put on his belt but the brown leather threw him off, his mind began to overanalyze his face. He had to look his best today, the Senate meeting was yet to happen. The clock chimed and dread pooled in his mind, he was late. Stars! if only he hadn’t been dreaming in the shower.

He ran down the hall, a book spilling out pages as he passed, the laces of his boots untied. He huffed as he blast through the door. “I’m here.”, he announced and all eyes were on him. The senators and Jedi all gathered together. His eyes whipped across a few of the faces when it finally landed on Mace Windu. “Well a half of you is.”, he commented and Obi wan felt his brows knit together. Whatever could he mean. Anakin was biting on his lip to suppress a laugh when he pointed to something. His boots, the lace was undone, he knew that. Obi wan looked below to see his grave mistake. His pants, they were missing. The tunic held his modesty together by being long enough but the shame set in. All the eyes on him now felt like tiny suns that were burning holes through his skin. That even a second longer, his existence would be lost. “Ah forgive me. I will be back.”, he bowed his head slightly as he turned to leave. “Actually Obi wan, you might want to take the day to rest.”, Windu spoke and his chest tightened with anxiety. “No, this can be fixed. I will – he tried to explain, he didn’t want to make a scene but he felt like a Padawan who was getting expelled. “Obi wan.”, Windu’s voice reverberated with a warning. His lips pursed together, he looked at the faces in the room that whispered and giggled when they finally landed on a set of brown eyes he knew too well. Your face was etched with worry and he dropped his head in submission.

He walked to the med bay, trying his best to not regard the looks he received. He asked for assistance and got a medical droid to run tests. He was losing his mind. The reports he received however stated that he was in fact completely alright. Nothing was a miss, no worm from geonosis in his head. He put away the papers, strands of his hair fell into his vision field only then did he realise he had not gelled it down. His everyday routine, that he did without ever breaking tradition and yet today he missed all of it.

He sensed the crowd of senators that exited the council room and so he hid behind a pillar to wait for the crowd to ease. The Jedi walked down the hallway but it caught his attention when someone called Windu to stop. It was you, in your gold silks and loose hair. His heart began to beat faster, his eyes forgot the crowd, his hearing now only attuned to hear your words. “Master Windu, is Obi wan alright?”, he heard you ask and he felt angry with himself, he was causing those worry lines to etch your face. Your face, so ethereal in the soft light, your earrings swaying along gently, your lips uttering the worries that you felt for him and he felt a shift. Like time had slowed down, his eyes blinked softly in the fear that he might lose sight of you and this feeling of warmth that sparked from the thought that he existed in your mind in some small scale. “He has been acting unusual lately.”, he heard Windu respond. He watched as the conversation came to an end and all he could recollect from that was the way your hands caught the light to make your gold rings shimmer. He straightened. This was a torment he had never felt before. He clutched the cloth above his heart, it was yearning for something and that caused pain.

He sighed, letting go was the only option, that was all he had been ever taught. And so when he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of another man walking up to you. His confident smile, your sudden shyness, his closeness to you, the way his hand hovered over your waist as he whispered something in your ear, you smile, all of it only made him feel even worse. His legs took control and before he knew it, he was marching halfway across the hall. “Obi wan.”, he heard his name on your lips and his mind blanked. “Who knew madmen were Jedi?”, the man laughed to which Obi wan’s ire grew. “A madman with a lightsaber. Shouldn’t you be terrified?”, He looked down on the boy who stepped away slowly before leaving entirely. The irritation subsided, his shoulders fell, never once he had acted like this, the revelation of what he did struck him. He couldn’t meet your gaze so instead he rubbed his forehead and excused himself. “Wait. Obi wan.”, he heard your call but he couldn’t let you see him like this. So he ran back to his suite, to hide.

He threw away his robes and put on his pants, the tea he had brewed for himself began to steady his mind. Maybe it was the stress, the stress of managing his Padawan or the war, but the memory of the day he was trapped in the elevator with you began to play in his head. He fixed the console and in return you kissed his cheek like always through the years of your friendship but from then his hidden feelings began to grow. These feelings he began to harbor a little everyday. He would see you across the hall and remember your laugh. Then the way your hair changed colour between ebony and hazel. It began to grow and grow to a point he could not focus on anything else if he knew you were in the room. He would meditate but it was of no use. He could never let it go, let you be erased from his mind.

So now he feared the thoughts he had, most of them if discovered would truly get him expelled. He dreamed of being near ,you, his sleep a torment cause all he ever saw was you and your beauty. But then he heard you speak and counter his snarky remarks. Your wit matching his, the comfort he found in your presence, he wanted to be around you. Abandon duty to be your personal assistant to carry reports, meeting transcripts and your bag if need be. This affliction was wearing him down and he had no way out of it.

His thoughts froze when he heard a knock. He didn’t want to entertain anyone, so he snuck into the cushions to let it pass by. “Obi wan, I know you’re in there.”, your voice broke the silence. You were here. Right outside his door. He looked around, his place a mess. Getting up in an urgency while contemplating if needed to let you in, he tried to put things into their place. The only answer his mind seemed to scream, was yes. Throwing on a robe and tucking his hair behind his ear, he opened the door like it was a shield that would protect him from the way you made his mind swirl. “Won’t you let me in? Your only senator friend.”, you joked and he felt at ease, the familiarity with which you understood him. “I have many friends, you’re not special.”, he replied as he swung the door open and watched as you entered. “You wound me, Obi wan.”, you chuckle and he was transfixed. Just a second longer, he captured the glittering pleats of your silk robe in his mind’s eye and moved away. He can’t let you any closer, you were the virus.

“Something is going on and you won’t tell me anything about it.”, he heard the worry in your voice and winced. “What is there to tell?”, he was defeated, he narrowed down the problem. He was wanting something he could never have. “Obi wan, you would keep me in the dark? After years of being close friends.”, he was hurting you. “Are you sick? Shall I call for the doctors? Tell me what it is.”, you demanded answers from him and it pulled him apart. “You wouldn’t understand.”, he felt cornered with no room to escape. “Well I can’t read your mind Obi wan. Why are you pushing me away?”, you approached him, placing a hand on his arm.

His eyes shot to yours, the deep brown pits luring him in. The proximity of your face from his, he felt his nose itch, he wanted to lean in just like his dreams. He felt a string within him snap, he had had enough. “You. You are the cause of this sickness. I can’t think of anything else. Thoughts about you litter my mind. I am unable to escape you.”, his hand slid up the length of your arm to clasp the back of your neck pulling you closer. You were still, like you knew. Your eyes growing wide while letting him enter your threshold.

“Why do you haunt me?”, he whispered placing his forehead on yours. His heart settled, his mind felt clearer than ever. “If only you had spoken to me you would have known.”, your breath was hot against his cheek. “That I have been sick too.”, you whispered. Sharing secrets like lovers hidden in a garden. Blood surged through his body, a new sensation as though he had been made new, his afflictions had been washed away.

“So are we to cure each other?”, he asked tilting your head. “I believe so.”, your whisper had him pinned down, your eyes fluttered to a close and he leaned closer.

“Then I will rid you of your sickly torment.”, his lips hovered over your cupids bow. “And I, yours.”, he let go, you awaited his embrace. The noise in his mind died down and in it’s silence, all he heard was your name.

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Star Wars But Better Part 8

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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Han: If we can avoid any other (glaring at leia) Female advice we might be able to get out of here alive. (He does actually say this, like come on man I love you but that’s just plain sexist)

Luc: It's the toxic masculinity for me!

Han: That's not what I- oh never mind.

(Chewie begins running down a hall growling)

Han: where the hell are you going? (Raises an eyebrow)

(The trash monster starts reaching its tentacles out the open door Han aims his blaster)

Leia: No wait don’t shoot they’ll hear us

(Han shoots anyway)

Leia: I think it’s the Male Ideas that are going to get us killed! Look I don’t know who you are-

Han: Han Solo

Leia: I didn’t ask. Or where you came from-

Han: Corellia!

Leia: (Hmf) But you do as I say!

Han: Listen sweetheart I listen to one person and that person is me!

Leia: It’s a wonder you’re still alive

Han: No reward is worth this

Luc: You know I didn’t even say you’d get a reward I just said she was rich.

Han: Why you little-

(Chewie growls)

Han: Chewie found the hanger, come on!

(The group walks to chewbacca who's standing in front of a window looking out on the hanger.)

Han: (Looks down at the falcon) There she is!

Leia: You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought!

Luc: Braver or stupider?

Han: Do you always have to put in your two cents?

Luc: I do it as much as you do.

Han: I just can’t win can I?

Luc: Uh obviously not. I’m here and I always win!

Trooper: It’s them! Blast them!

(Before thinking Han pulls out his blaser and charges down the Hall towards the trooper screaming like a mad man. Does this make sense? No. Does it still happen? Absolutely and It’s beautiful.)

Leia: What is he doing?

Luc: I don’t know, guess he has more brain damage then I thought he did.

(Leia and Luc, like sane people, run in the opposite direction of the troopers. There's basically a long chase scene that includes Luc and Leia swinging like tarzan across an endless drop. Anyway they meet up with Han and Chewie at the entrance to the hanger.)

Han: We're clear, let's go! (Bolts towards the falcons everyone running behind them)

(As Luc is running they see out of the corner of their eye Grandpa fighting Darth Vader. They turn to watch as Gramps intentionally lowers his saber allowing Vader to kill him.)

Luc: GRAMPS!

(Obi-wan's dead body disappears only leaving his cloak and lightsaber on the floor Vader steps on the cloak as the blast door closes blocking the sight from view)

Luc: I knew you were old but I didn’t think you’d keel over this soon!

Han: Luc! (Gestures for them to get into the falcon)

(Luc runs through the blaster fire and as soon as they’re on the ship the falcon is off)

Han: Let's hope that old man got that tractor beam down.

(The falcon pulls away from the death star)

Han: (From the cockpit) We’ve got tie fighters on our tail! Hey Luc do you know how to use a gun?

Luc: Do I know how to use a gun?! (Smiles)

Han: I’m taking that as a yes. (Runs from the cockpit to the back of the ship) You get bottumn I get top, let go.

Luc: Would It be useful for me to tell you that I’ve never shot a ship gun before?

Han: No, Just try your best kid, and I don’t think it’s possible but don’t shoot yourself.

Luc: Is that a challenge?

(Han Ignores them and climbs the ladder to the top gunner's mount. Luc slides down the latter to the lower mount and straps into the seat)

Luc: (Grabs onto the triggers and speaks through the headset) You weren’t smart giving me this much power! (Just blasting the hell out those guns cause why not)

Han: As long as you're on my side I’m not complaining.

Luc: DIE LOSERS!... Yo I hit one!

Han: (Also hitting a tie fighter) Don’t get cocky kid

Luc: Me? Never!

(Chewie growls over the intercom)

Han: Were clear going into light speed

(Both of them climb out of the gunners mounts)

Luc: I better get to do that again! I wasn’t done exploding those goons!

Han: Well it’s never good to wish to be shot at, but you’re right a good fire fight always makes things a bit interesting.

(Han resumes his seat in the cockpit)

Leia: That was too easy

Han: Too easy? Are you joking?

Leia: I am an important Rebel asset, they wouldn’t just send a handful of Tie fighters there letting us get away. They must be tracking us.

Han: Not my ship sister!

Luc: (Mocks Han) Don’t get cocky kid!

Han: Hey no one put a tracking beacon on my ship alright. Now just relax till we get to… wherever Leia put in coordinates for.

(Leia storms out)

Luc: You two seem to get along.

Han: Yeah, swimmingly… still, you think her and a guy like me?

Luc: No.

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The Clone Wars 2x5 'Landing at Point Rain' Reaction

YEET THE CLONE

Gif from this post by @elivanto

Is this the first instance that we see of Yeet the Clone? I’m pretty sure it is. If so, then what a beautiful introduction to one of the Jedi’s favourite pastimes: Yeeting their Clones. Poor Rex. I also loved the part before this where he just appears behind the Droideka that Ahsoka was fighting on the top of the wall, smoothly and silently steps through its shield and then puts a blaster bolt through the back of its head a la Trinity to Agent Smith in The Matrix. Certified Rex Is A Badass moment and it was a really well shot and framed moment that emphasised just how highly skilled the clones are. I did wonder how he got up to the top of the giant wall that quickly though. Rex, did you yeet yourself up there? Do you secretly want to be yeeted?

I hadn’t really clocked onto this until this episode but it’s reminder that Rex is also an ARC, along with being the absolute BAMF that he is and The Captain to everyone. I was watching episodes 2x6 and 2x7 (more to come on those later) and was wondering why Cody didn’t have a kama. Surely Marshal Commander Cody has a kama? Is Cody not an ARC? Wookieepedia doesn’t list him as one so I’m guessing he mustn’t be, which seems decidedly odd seeing as he, along with Rex, are basically held up as examples of the ultimate clone. Though The Bad Batch aren’t ARCs but then they are a special category of genetically enhanced commandos in a spec ops squad of their own. Does this mean kama’s are purely an ARC thing? Either way, Rex looks suitably badass in his kama and Cody should get one too, as a treat. More clones in kamas pls.

Just after poor Rex gets yeeted off the wall by both of his jedis’, we very clearly see that Jedi are able to safely slow and stop the descent of a clone who is falling from a great height. They can even do this while falling from a great height themselves. So where is The Bad Batch’s jedi to stop Tech’s fall? Hmmmmmm?! I have Thoughts about this that I may cobble together into a post at a later date.

Hello to Trapper, who we’re introduced to as the only other survivor along with Obi-Wan from when their troop transport (I think they’re LAAT/i’s?) was shot down and crashed. I’m always slightly worried when we’re introduced to a new named clone. I thought Wooley was absolute Red Shirt material (to mix metaphors with the two main sci-fi franchises that start with Star) when he was introduced in 1x20 ‘Innocents of Ryloth’. The setup did not seem like it bode well for his survival. Four clones go off on their own on a dangerous mission to scout ahead. Wooley, the only clone out of the group without paint on their armour, is paired up with Cody (who has plot armour) and the other two clones, Waxer and Boil, have both been introduced and characterised at the start of this episode. Wooley was set up to be the obvious Red Shirt of the group, doomed to be blasted by the first droid they encounter while the main characters are left to struggle on in a desperate bid to complete their mission. Don’t get me wrong, I was very glad it didn’t happen! Subverting expectations like that worked well in this situation and the entire narrative focus was on Waxer and Boil anyway. More clones need to live.

That was one thing that stood out to me in this episode, the sheer number of clones that were killed right in front of us. There were so many. It was a constant pattern throughout the episode. Clone after clone after clone dying, and for what? I’m assuming this is the writers making a point about the futility of war and the utterly pointless loss of life. On top of all this, the clones are just expected to keep going, always moving forward, nothing else mattering apart from following orders (*sobs*) and completing the mission. It was a very sobering way of emphasising the lot of the clones and the way they’re treated and viewed. Just the sheer number of LAAT/i’s alone that were shot down was so stark, and each of those carries 35 troops. Or at least that’s what Wookieepedia says. I didn’t think they looked large enough to carry that many troops in the episode, probably closer to around 10 or so clones.

On a lighter note, I really enjoyed how a number of the LAAT/i’s had custom nose art! There was one with what looked like a nexu that I think appeared twice and another with a very cool looking clone trooper helmet that drawn to look like a skull. I love little in-universe touches like that. Ok I’ve done a little bit more digging and omg the LAAT/i with the nexu nose art is called the Bad Kitty! I am crying, this is hilarious, I love it.

Also, Cody can you come and get your husband. He’s all dusty and dirty and slumped against some boxes in the middle of a battlefield pretending not to be injured. Somewhere in the background is the decidedly miffed countenance of the 212th’s medic. Do we ever discover who the medic of the 212th is? Does Ghost Company have a medic? The only medic I know of is Kix and he hasn’t been introduced yet, plus he’s with the 501st anyway.

This is all further confirmation that I am entirely here for the clones. Sure the jedi with their fancy laser swords are cool and all that and I will admit that I’m growing rather fond of Ahsoka. But the clones. The Clones. Give me everything about the clones.

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Chapter 6: Stuck in the Middle

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Based on the episode "Trespass" in the Clone Wars series. I used a lot of the dialogue from the episode, but definitely not all of it. TW: Blood, Death

Everyone was blasted by a blisteringly cold wind as soon as the gunships landed. Rasha and Ari had never experienced snow, let alone anything like this.

“Alright, I’m already hating this…” Ari pointed out as she wrapped her scarf further up her face and tightened the wrappings along her lekku.

Obi-Wan came up beside her, “And this is the tropical zone.”

“Thanks… that helped me warm up so much, sir.” She shoved her hands further into her pockets.

“Well, it’s not Tattooine, that’s for sure,” Anakin joked as he stepped off the ship. “Captain Rex, have your men survey the area. Place as many sensor beacons as you can before dark.”

“Right away, sir.” Rex turned to order several troopers to help him.

The Chairman of Pantora and the Pantoran Senator both stepped out of a separate ship. “Chairman Cho, Senator Chuchi, I suggest you wait here until we can secure the area.” Obi-Wan greeted.

The Chairman seemed to have a permanent scowl. “I respect your judgment, General Kenobi, but I will go where I choose. This is sovereign Pantoran territory,” he snapped.

“That didn’t sound like he respected anything General Kenobi just said,” Rasha commented quietly to Ari, ignoring the rest of the conversation.

“Anakin, you stay here with the Senator and droids while we secure the base.” Obi-Wan walked away, “You two, come with me.” Rasha and Ari didn’t need to be told twice to go inside and get out of the wind, no matter what was in that building.

Everyone was met with sticks stabbed into the ground and helmets placed on top. Everyone looked around cautiously for any clues as to who killed these men and placed their helmets like that, finding no one else around.

“I don’t get it,” Rex said as he took one of the helmets down, looking it over, then around the rest of the room again.

Chairman Cho immediately jumped to conclusions without bothering to look anywhere except directly in front of him, “it must be separatists.”

Obi-Wan looked at him then again at the helmets, “I’m not sure.”

“Yeah… General, this doesn’t look like Sep-”

“I’m sure of it.” Chairman Cho cut Rasha off before she could finish her thought, so she went up to Obi-Wan to talk with him more quietly.

“I was going to finish by saying that it doesn’t look like Seppie work to me. It's too organized and there aren’t blaster marks anywhere.”

“Yes, I agree.” He brought his hand up to stroke his beard, as he usually does while thinking, to realize he had a scarf covering it and brought his hand back down. “I don’t believe we are going to be able to convince the Chairman that anytime soon, if at all…”

The Chairman spoke up again as the group entered another room, “Do you think the Separatists are building a forward base to attack Pantora?”

Obi-Wan moved closer to the computers by the window, “I don’t think we’re dealing with Separatists. These computers haven’t been touched. The droids would have attacked by now anyway.”

Before Chairman Cho could say anything, Rex’s comm beeped. “Sir! Our scouts have spotted a droid base on the other side of the ice ridge.”

The Chairman stood taller, puffing out his chest as if attempting to prove he was correct as Rex, Obi-Wan, and Anakin left to look at the base. “See, this has to be Separatist work. They even have a base already established across the ridge!”

Ari and Rasha looked at each other with eyebrows raised but didn’t say anything, simply opting to leave the room, searching the rest of the base for any clues with Fives and Echo following for “extra security.”

“I already don’t like him…” Echo whispered after they left the room and were down the hallway.

“Me neither, but we just need to make sure he and the Senator are alive, so we’ll just have to put up with it right now,” Ari pointed out through chattering teeth.

“You sure you’re okay Ari?” Rasha asked, concerned. “Do you need to wrap your lekku a little more?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Except for the fact that I’m freezing. I’m not exactly built for the cold like those Pantorans,” She snapped as she shivered, “sorry… Didn’t mean to snap like that…”

“You’re okay. Here,” Rasha assured as she pulled her scarf off to wrap around the base of Ari’s lekku and the top of her head. “There, is that better at all?”

Ari shivered more, “I think so… I’ll get back to you on that one if they don’t get frostbite and fall off,” she joked.

The four continued in their search for more clues. They still only kept finding helmets on spears stuck in the ground alongside some dead bodies. There weren’t any blaster marks to be seen anywhere, no footprints to look at and no spare droid parts. There was nothing for them to go off of as they made their way back to the main control room. Once they stepped through the door, they were unsurprisingly walking into the middle of one of Chairman Cho’s rants about Separatist activity. “I want those weapons systems back online and the shield operational. There’s no telling what those Separatists have planned.”

The quiet senator finally spoke up, “Chairman, what makes you so certain the Separatists are behind this attack?”

He snapped around, glaring at her. She looked at the floor timidly to avoid his eyes. “Look around, Senator. Isn’t this carnage proof enough?”

“But there are no dead droids here, no blast marks. The clone-”

“So, you’re an expert on war now?” He snapped, interrupting her

“No, Chairman. No, I only-”

He cut her off again to go on some tangent to “prove” that he was the superior of the two. “Senator, I am willing to fight and die for my people,” he stood taller, clasping his hands behind his back. “It’s time to ask yourself if you are brave enough to do the same.”

Ari had had enough of the Chairman disrespecting the Senator already. “You don’t need to disrespect her like that! I don’t care how long you’ve been running things with Pantora; I don’t care if you’ve been doing this since before she was born, she deserves some respect. Even if it’s just letting her finish a single damn sentence.”

“Ari,” Rasha tried calming her friend, “stand down.” She stepped closer toward the young Senator. “The Senator is right though, Chairman. There aren’t any blaster marks on anything. We had searched the entire building and only found more helmets on those spears. The clones’ injuries don’t point to any sort of Separatist activity.” Chairman Cho looked to be about to interrupt her but she continued, “Before you ask, no, I’m not an expert on war, but I’ve seen and tended to enough of this shit to have learned a thing or two about those stupid droids.”

“Why the hell would Separatists kill everyone and put their helmets on sticks in the ground just to leave the place completely unguarded? That’s not exactly something they’d do, especially if they wanted to the place so bad…” Ari stated more calmly.

He stared, mouth open, attempting to find some sort of reply. Rasha began ordering some of the men before he had much of a chance. “I agree with the Chairman, let’s get the shield up. The heat is more important than the weapons at the moment. We don't need anyone to get frostbite.” She glanced over at Cho and saw him fuming that she had taken over the operations. “Once you get those going, we can get the weapons back online too.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Rex made their way back and the Chairman wanted answers immediately. “What did you find?”

“It seems that we have stumbled upon an inhabited planet. We were able to communicate with the locals, however briefly,” Obi-Wan answered.

“Impossible. We have explored here over the long history of Pantora. No one lives here. They must be trespassers!”

Obi-Wan continued, “with respect, these creatures aren’t advanced enough to master space travel. I believe they may have been here longer than Pantora.”

“Wait, I think I know what creatures you’re talking about, sir!” Rasha chimed in, "what are they called?”

“The Talz.”

“Yeah! I’ve heard of them before! They were believed to either be extinct or nonexistent, like some sort of mythological creature. Kinda like the Mythosaur on Mandalore, or the extinct Loth Wolves”

“Whoever they are,” the Chairman snapped, “they belong to us. This whole system belongs to us. They are savages, look at what they’ve done to your troops. And with nothing more than themselves and some twigs!”

Senator Chuchi stepped forward, “Your Majesty, if there are life forms here, then the Senate must decide jurisdiction.”

“They only want to be left alone. Our outpost was simply caught between them and the droids after the droids began attacking them.” Obi-Wan pointed out, attempting to diffuse the situation.

“They must be subdued then! They’re dangerous trespassers! Captain Rex, prepare your men for battle.”

Anakin waved Rex down, though Rex hadn’t moved to begin with. He knew to wait for orders from either the Generals, Rasha, or Ari in these types of situations. “We promised their chief there would be no retaliation and arranged a meeting between their council and you and the Senator. They only want peace and to be left alone. We can’t send troops. They’ll think we lied,” Anakin joined the conversation finally.

“They’re little more than animals! You can’t lie to animals!” The Chairman shouted.

Rasha placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “General Skywalker, if I may…”

“Go ahead Rasha.”

“These Talz, I’ve heard about them and read some books on them during university. They’re normally peaceful and their tribes are typically secluded and separated far from one another.” She turned to look at Cho, “They also have a language of their own. I can’t translate it since I never learned it, but it still exists. Animals don’t have their own language.”

Senator Chuchi looked up at the Chairman warily, “If the Jedi were able to communicate with them, and if they have a language like Captain Skohl just explained, then their status is in doubt and is left to the Senate to decide. They cannot be killed just because they exist.”

“You stand against me, Senator?”

“Of course not, Your Majesty.” She quickly looked to the ground again, intimidated by the man’s presence and political power over her.

Everyone around them watched as he scolded the young Senator, treating her like a small child. Every interaction between them was toxically negative and it made Ari’s blood boil. She had to force herself to keep quiet; her only resolve this time was that she needed to walk away and leave the room.

Shortly after she began her wandering of the base, she heard footsteps jogging to catch up. “You’re not very quiet for an ARC trooper,” she pointed out, not turning around. “What do you want?”

“Wasn’t trying to be quiet. Just thought you might need some company.”

“Why do you think that I need that, Echo?”

He finally caught up, walking next to her. “I don’t know.” He shrugged, “never hurts to have some when you need to blow off some steam.”

“What ‘steam’ do I need to blow off then?” She stopped and leaned against the wall, turning to look at him.

“Well, for one, I know you want to rip that Chairman’s head off, so... You could always start there.” Echo shrugged again, leaning his back against the wall across the hallway from her.

“Yeah?” She scoffed, “I can’t really ‘blow off steam' on that one without actually ripping his head off.” She went to start walking again but stopped, “What else were you talking about too? You looked like you wanted to say more.”

“Honestly, nothing,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a smirk as he looked at the ground in front of her feet.

“Try again. That look isn’t ‘nothing.’”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked as she began walking away again.

“Honestly nothing,” she chuckled as she pushed him into the wall.

“Hey! I’m the one named Echo. Only I can repeat stuff.”

“Mhmm… I guarantee that rule’s made it really far.”

The two bantered and joked on their way back to the main command room once Ari felt better. They came back just in time for hell to break loose outside. Ari was shocked at how quickly things had changed out there. When they left, the scene outside was quiet snow being brushed around by the wind. When they got back, spears and blaster bolts shot through the air and Rex was in the middle of a group of speeders protecting the Chairman.

The two ran out there as quickly as they could. “What happened, Rex?!” Ari shouted over the piercing wind. She didn’t have time to worry about how cold she was; she only had time to hear what had happened as she tried to patch up the hole in Chairman Cho’s chest from a spear with one of the wraps on her lekku.

He quickly explained while continuing to defend everyone. “He pissed off those Talz, Anakin assigned us to protect him, and we were ambushed. Echo, get him inside!”

“You’re not gonna be able to move him without making it worse! Echo, I need you to get ahold of Rasha or one of the Generals. Right now!” Ari ordered as she reminded herself to breathe.

She understood some of what Rasha had felt when she was on some random planet doing the same thing. Ari hadn’t grabbed her blaster when she stormed out of the main room; she was defenseless if those Talz came to finish the job on the Chairman. As she kept constant pressure on the open wound, without any success in getting it to stop bleeding, she looked around.

She saw Rex still shooting as he got closer to the natives. Echo began shooting as well while trying to get someone to answer their comm. She looked at the man lying beneath her bleeding out. Her adrenaline began running through her every vein as the Talz got closer. After a second look, she saw the spear that had taken the Chairman down and lunged toward it. She tried getting it as quickly as possible so she could get back to her attempts at saving the man. The rest of the group arrived soon after with the Senator trailing closely behind. She still looked concerned, as if she had stepped out of line. Rasha rushed to the troopers laying around. Ari felt a twinge of guilt realizing she hadn’t even thought about how they were holding up.

The Senator approached her and Cho quietly, “May I speak with him?”

Ari nodded and moved out of the way while still keeping pressure on the wound.

“Chairman, can you hear me?” She asked as she crouched down.

“Senator. Good. You must avenge me.” He was dying and everyone knew it.

“Stay with me, sir. Stay with me. She won’t need to avenge you. You’re not going to die.,” Ari attempted to assure him.

He continued keeping his focus solely on Senator Chuchi, “as my final command as Chairman of Pantora-” He coughed several times as blood continued to pour into his lungs and out of his body onto the frozen snow, “I command you to destroy the Talz.”

Ari was trying her best to keep her emotions in check. She knew there was nothing she could’ve done to save him, even if she had the right supplies with her. She was too late in joining the fight to help him. She solemnly looked up at Chuchi, clearly seeing that she had the same thoughts.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Chairman,” she calmly stated, watching his eyes get wide. He was even angrier than before as she explained how she was ordered to negotiate peace between the Talz and the people of Pantora.

“Peace? Never! I… I died for our people…” His eyes rolled back, and he stopped breathing as his head went limp. He was dead.

Senator Chuchi closed her eyes and bowed her head for a moment before standing again with a determined look. She gently took the man’s hat off as Ari stood as well, covered in blood, holding the spear. Chuchi held her hand out kindly asking for it.

“Protocol droid, come with me,” she ordered as she began a powerful stride, heading directly toward the group of Talz. She stopped a few yards away from the growling animals they rode as the chieftain dismounted, meeting her the rest of the way. Both had spears in their hands and defensive postures.

She began speaking as C3-PO translated, “To die for one’s people is a great sacrifice. To live for one’s people, an even greater sacrifice. I choose to live for my people. What do you choose?” She straightened more as she raised the spear above her head, holding it in the air for a few seconds. Silently, she drove the spear into the ground and placed the Chairman’s hat on the end.

Ari was tense as she watched the situation unfold. Her heart began beating even faster when the chief raised his own. She hoped no one would have to intervene as he still hadn’t moved; it was pointed directly at the Senator, ready to go through her heart within seconds.

Ari sighed in relief when he drove the spear into the snow next to the one already there. The Talz followed their chief after everything was finished and Chuchi made her way back to the rest of the group. She looked tense but relieved that she was still alive and there would be peace between the two civilizations.

“Hey, Ari, are you okay? I’m sure that was a lot to go through,” Rasha asked before rushing to her friend when she finished patching up the others, wrapping Ari up into a tight hug.

“Yeah… Yeah, I think I’m alright. Just really cold,” she shivered once Rasha let go. “Can we go back to the ship now? I’m freezing.”

Anakin overheard and began walking toward the two, chuckling, “Yeah, we can go back to the ship now.” He reached out a hand to help Ari get a better footing in the blood-soaked snow, “But first… We need to clean everything up out here and inside, so let’s get started.”

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beck-a-leck · 1 year

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So about that Idea I had for Take My Arm

I have other writing projects I really need to be working on tonight, but instead I'm writing this. It's been so long since I've had any inspo for Arm, I'm taking what I can get, when I can get it.

Have a first draft sneaky peak.

This isn't going to happen in the actual story for many, many chapters, but shhhhh. details.

💜💜💜

The musty air of the temple pressed heavily around them, the weight of centuries of neglect. The stone was mossy and spattered with luminescent lichen. Moisture dripped down the walls and hung in the dank air. Their flashlights did little to cut through the gloom, and Obi-Wan couldn’t be certain if the fog surrounding them was water vapor, mold spores, or the temple obscuring their path deliberately.

Likely a combination of both.

They came to another fork in the hall. Anakin stopped, looked left and then right.

“This way,” she said in a low voice that had only become more and more hollow the deeper they went into this temple.

Obi-Wan frowned at her back as she took the left path. She’d grown quieter too, the longer they walked. Not the comfortable quiet of a lull in conversation, but the silence of deliberate avoidance. It had been Anakin’s idea to come to this temple. She had insisted there was something important here. Something she had to do.

Something, she had said only once, to rid her of Vader entirely.

If she knew anything more specific about what they were looking for, she didn’t find it necessary to bring it up.

Their path led them to a large chamber, it was pyramidal in shape, with the walls meeting at a point high above their heads. Small windows were set high on the stone walls, letting in enough sunlight to render their flashlights unnecessary, but leaving a majority of the chamber in deep shadow. The architects of this chamber had placed the windows, so their light pooled in the center of the chamber, illuminating a stone altar.

The altar was cut from a different stone than the rest of the temple, it was gleaming white marble with thick veins of black running throughout. Where everything surrounding the altar was mossy and overgrown with plants growing through the cracks, the altar looked pristine. Even the motes of dust dancing in the sunbeams seemed unable to alight on the altar.

Sitting in the center of the altar on a small pedestal, was a silver circlet. The metalwork was intricate, the details delicate. Obi-Wan could almost feel the obsessive care its maker had put into it. Tentatively, he reached out his hand, hovering several inches back from the gleaming metal. He could feel the Force working strongly around the artefact, and he didn’t quite like that. He had a feeling touching it would likely be detrimental to his health and wellbeing.

“Don’t touch that,” he cautioned Anakin. “Not until we know what it can do. Let’s see if there are any carvings on the walls. There should be some texts or glyphs or maybe a mural…”

He flicked on his light again and began searching the dark walls for clues. “I think there’s something here, under the moss. Might be able to scrape it away… Anakin do you have – no don’t touch it!”

Anakin walked slowly up to the altar, her face blank, her eyes unfocused. “This is what we’re here for, Obi-Wan,” she said dreamily, “It’s okay.”

Gently she lifted the circlet from its pedestal. The Force thrummed around her.

“Anakin don’t put that on! Don’t let it touch your skin.” Obi-Wan ran for her.

“It’s all right.” Her voice was steady, sure. She met his eyes and smiled crookedly. “I trust your judgement.”

Then she placed the circlet on her head.

The Force concussed, like a bomb blast, and knocked Obi-Wan off his feet. He shot back to his feet as soon as he could get them under him again, but it was too late.

Anakin stood at the altar, her back towards him, she seemed to be studying her hands.

“Anakin!”

She turned slowly to look over her shoulder.

Obi-Wan sucked in an unvoluntary breath, his stomach turned to see the change that had come over her eyes. They were no longer the sickly Sith-yellow he’d grown accustomed to, nor the greenish in between shade she’d been sporting these last several months, nor had she returned to her original bright blue. Anakin’s eyes glowed a bright violet-white.

A smile crossed Anakin’s face, as if she was surprised to see him.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Many voices came from her mouth. None of them Anakin’s.

“Surviving son... Brother, it is good to see you again.”

“Who are you?”

“We are the Force. We are the Jedi who came before.”

#becky writes things #star wars #star wars fic #take my arm that I might reach you #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #rule 63 #i forget what tags i used to use for this au oops

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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My Obi! AU

Obi-Wan and Anakin get a blast of Future Memories a few hours before the Naboo ship lands on Tatooine. The memories reach at least as far as TCW. They are not entirely coherent. They are marginally more coherent for Obi-Wan than for Anakin, who's kind of dazed in a way that worries his mom right now, because Anakin still has a Baby Brain.

Obi-Wan insists on coming to Mos Espa because The Force Said So and Qui-Gon does in fact respect this justification since the Force is agreeing with him, and also Obi-Wan's insisting that they bring something expensive and fancy to pawn because "I get the feeling that they're not going to take Republic credits."

This is mostly an excuse to have 9yo shop kid Anakin scream "My Obi!" and slam into Obi-Wan's midsection in a hug while people look on in confusion, except Obi-Wan himself, who hugs him back and says things like "hello Anakin it's nice to see you too I missed you as well and I was rather starting to worry you didn't actually exist."

Obi-Wan to Qui-Gon: I'm keeping him. He's force-sensitive and he's going to be my padawan and I will leave the Order if they say no.

Qui-Gon: I'm so proud of you but also how are you planning on getting him out of here.

Obi-Wan and Anakin, in unison: Pod-racing.

Qui-Gon: Don’t you hate flying though?

Obi-Wan points to Anakin: No, no, he's going to podrace.

Anakin: I'm really good.

Obi-Wan: He's really good.

Just Anakin and Obi-Wan being inseparable from the get-go in ways that don't make sense to Literally Anyone, and they keep referencing events that never happened, but also Anakin is Too Baby to be bitter like his older self.

Maybe this is just shortly post-O66 so Anakin can cry about having nightmares about being Vader that Obi-Wan can comfort him from while still being relieved that Anakin isn't EVIL evil and also he can keep an eye on Palps.

(Qui-gon is so proud. Everyone else is Very Confused.)

(Also, Anakin is cuddle-sized again!)

Anakin's memories of the future are SO SCRAMBLED the only things he knows is Mom Isn't Dead Anymore, Padme Is The Best, and Obi-Wan Is DadBrother. Shmi has a minimal idea of what's going on but this is the first time Anakin's stopped trying to crawl into her lap while bawling all day, so Obi-Wan's on her good side (for now).

Anakin keeps bouncing around like a pinball between Obi, Padme, Qui-Gon, and Shmi.

Sometimes he says hi to Jar Jar or gets super excited about Droids Being Friends

Biggest bond is Obi-Wan because he Remembers Things, though

Also I really want Anakin to insistently refer to him as "My Obi," because he can't call him master here and he's too impatient, as a 9yo, to call him Obi-Wan.

(The word isn't a trigger since he programmed C-3P0 to call him master, but he's concerned about freaking out his mom or accidentally causing Watto to pick a fight.)

Obi-Wan: I'm keeping him.

Qui-Gon: If you weren't going to, I would have.

Obi-Wan: Yeah I know. That’s how things went last time

(Alternately: I know, that's why I claimed him first.)

Obi-Wan: This child is mine now.

Shmi: A-hem.

Anakin: Mom, this guy is my brother now.

Obi-Wan: I am going to risk my life for you so many times.

(Obi-Wan insists on freeing Shmi as well because Ma'am.)

I just. Soft. Make it soft.

Anakin just slipping into Obi's robes while Obi-Wan is having a conversation, Obi-Wan puts a hand on his head without breaking verbal stride, Anakin beams up at the person because he got wrapped in Safe Fabrics with a Safe Person.

I just want Anakin to be an Innocent Baby while having all the years of trust and affection for his dadbrotherteacherfriend.

#Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #shmi skywalker #qui gon jinn #star wars #time travel #de aging #baby characters #my obi au #Phoenix Posts #500 notes

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spectral-musette · 2 years

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Posting two early chapters of a WIP I've been stalled on for a long time. Works decently as a stand alone.

During the extended mission to protect the Duchess of Mandalore, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Satine deal with the aftermath of a violent encounter with a bounty hunter. (~3500 words)

(violence warning, Obi-Wan lightsabers a dude's arm, because of course he does)

“Satine, close your eyes.”

The bounty hunter tightened his grip on the girl’s neck, keeping the muzzle of his blaster on her temple.

“Obi-Wan…” she gasped.

“I told you, drop your blade, boy, if you want the Duchess to make it through this without a smoking hole in her pretty head.”

“You’re not going to harm the Duchess,” Obi-Wan said evenly. “The last thing her opposition wants is a young, innocent martyr for the New Mandalorians to rally around.”

“You think I give a damn about Mandalorian politics?”

“Perhaps not, but I’m certain you give a damn about getting paid. The bounty notices were very clear that payment would only be delivered if she was apprehended alive.”

“All right.” He shifted the blaster to aim at Obi-Wan. “So I was bluffing about blasting her. But even a spoiled royal like this pretty little girl can live through an awful lot.”

“Satine, close your eyes now.”

She did and heard the chirp of an energy blast, the hum of the lightsaber, and a scream as the hand left her neck. She smelled ozone and charred flesh.

She opened her eyes as she felt a gentle hand brush hers. She watched Obi-Wan lean towards where the bounty hunter had collapsed against the wall, take a knife from his jacket from and toss it out of reach.

“I’ve summoned emergency medical assistance. You’d better wait here for them.”

“You bastard.” The bounty hunter lunged forward unsteadily, but Obi-Wan merely touched the man’s forehead lightly and he slumped back, unconscious. The young Jedi tucked a comlink into the man’s remaining hand and looked up at Satine as her eyes darted around the scene.

“Satine, please, don’t.”

She caught sight of the blaster, in pieces, the arm, and the cauterized stump near the bounty hunter’s shoulder. Her stomach turned violently and she pulled away from Obi-Wan, dashing a few steps towards the opening of the dead end alleyway, away from the grisly scene.

Out on the street she breathed again, leaning against the cold stone of the building and trying to will herself not to retch. She turned to watch Obi-Wan follow her out of the alley with his self-possessed stride that used to strike her as a bit of a swagger. He clipped his lightsaber onto his belt, and she turned away again at the sight of it.

“Satine.”

She’d almost been expecting reproach, but his voice was all gentleness and concern.

“I’m so sorry, Satine. I wish you didn’t have to see that.”

“Sorry? You saved our lives and spared his. You needn’t … “

He lifted a hand, but stopped short of touching her neck. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine.” She tried not to flinch away, but she could see in his eyes he’d noticed her response, and he took a step back.

“Qui-Gon will be here in a moment,” he said quietly.

Just so, the Jedi came running down the darkened street with his long, loping strides.

“Authorities are coming,” he told Obi-Wan.

‘I’ll stay. Make sure they find him.”

“You’ll know where to find us. Try not to get arrested.” He quirked a smile at his apprentice.

“Yes, Master.” In no mood to joke back, he turned back to the alleyway with his handiwork.

“Are you all right, Satine?” Qui-Gon asked, taking her by her shoulders and looking her over.

“I’m not hurt.”

“But are you all right?” he repeated gently.

She shook her head, eyes filling up.

“Come on.” He put his arm around her shoulders and led her quickly through the streets.

The turns were a blur to her, but it hardly mattered, as the last thing she wanted was to find her way back to that alleyway, ever. They stopped at a nondescript doorway, and Qui-Gon opened the door for her, ushering her inside to equally nondescript surroundings. As safe houses went, at least it was clean.

Qui-Gon settled on the floor and then looked up at her expectantly.

“I think I’m too upset to meditate,” she told him, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

“Which is just why you need to, dear heart,” he said gently, holding out a hand.

She took it, and he pulled her down next to him.

“Tell me what happened,” he urged.

“That isn’t meditating,” she countered.

“Call it a prerequisite.”

“We were coming to meet you. Obi-Wan told me to wait, but I went ahead. I was angry at him… I …” She paused and shook her head. “It was foolish. It was my fault.”

“Foolish, maybe. Your fault, no.” He stroked her hair.

She steeled herself to continue, hands tightening to fists. “The man, the bounty hunter, I suppose, was waiting in one of the alleys. He grabbed me, so quickly I hardly knew what happened. He started to drag me away, and Obi-Wan followed.”

“I think I know what happened from here,” Qui-Gon interjected.

She nodded, biting her lip hard.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “And breathe, Satine.”

***

Qui-Gon watched as Satine struggled valiantly to calm herself enough to meditate. Her breaths came shallowly at first, but then deep and even. The line of anxiety between her brows smoothed. In a few short minutes, she started to droop, head bobbing forward.

“Come along, dear heart,” Qui-Gon urged softly, helping her to the low couch nearby and covering her with his own robe when she stretched out to sleep.

She opened her pale blue eyes for a moment and reached out her hand, much more the wounded girl in that moment than the iron-willed Duchess. She was both, of course, but sometimes more one than the other.

Kneeling, he put his hand out to take hers, enclosing it in his grasp.

“I love you,” she told him, quietly. “Is that all right?”

His felt an almost physical pang of sorrow that she had to ask. “Of course,” he soothed.

“Jedi aren’t supposed to have families,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows. “Are you teaching me about the Code, Satine?”

“No,” she protested. “Trying to understand.” She leaned her head towards him, putting her forehead against the back of his hand. “I love you like family. More than I loved my own father, maybe.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t have to be more or less.”

“At least, I admire you more. He could’ve stopped the war and wouldn’t. He believed in debts of honor and vengeance more than justice or compassion. Sometimes I thought I hated him. But he loved me.”

“People don’t have to be perfect for us to love them.”

“What if there’s a Code that says they can’t love you back?”

He sat in silence for a moment, considering the layers of the question. Satine was orphaned, adrift, cut off from her remaining family and her homeworld. Right now, at the center of her universe were the two Jedi who protected her. Bursting with unspent affection, Satine poured it out to them. To Qui-Gon, as surrogate father. And to Obi-Wan, not as brother.

The only answer to give was to the part of it he had any say over.

“I’m not a perfect Jedi,” he confessed. “And you are very dear to me, Satine.”

He stroked her hair, and she smiled a little.

“Rest now. You’re safe, dear heart.”

She closed her eyes, soothed by his particular endearment for her.

He waited a little while, until he was certain she was asleep, then stood to go attend to the other child in his care.

“Child” was perhaps strictly inaccurate. Obi-Wan was a man in years, with wisdom and maturity beyond them. But it was impossible for Qui-Gon not to see the child of such a short time ago in his apprentice’s youthful face, especially in times of distress and vulnerability.

He was outside the door, sitting on the cobblestones, slumped against the wall.

“Is she asleep?” he asked.

Qui-Gon nodded and held out a hand.

“She’s afraid of me,” he said bitterly, taking it.

“No she isn’t.”

“You didn’t see her flinch away from me.”

Qui-Gon pulled him up and put a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder to guide him indoors. Obi-Wan paused on his weary path to the fresher to take in the sight of Satine’s slender form in quiet repose on the couch. His shoulders sagged a bit more, but this time in relief.

Qui-Gon explored the kitchen, listening to the distant sound of running water. He had a pot of tea brewing by the time Obi-Wan emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist and his padawan braid hanging sodden over his bare chest.

It was not very good tea, but one was grateful for even small blessings.

Obi-Wan sat on the stool at the counter, hand curled around the chipped teacup, the cold artificial light catching in the droplets of water in his short hair and on the back of his shoulders.

“He wanted to hurt her,” he said, with difficulty.

They’d been encountering professionals like the one Obi-Wan had disarmed today with some regularity since Satine had been placed in their care. Largely, they were the cold, ruthless sort, with years of practice with looking at a living being and seeing a sum of credits. A few spared a moment to consider, pretty girl, or, young, and conclude, what a shame.

The one today had been in another class entirely, it seemed, and a less than rare specimen, in Qui-Gon’s unfortunate experience. But Obi-Wan, who’d seen battle and desperation, was yet still innocent enough to be hurt deeply by an encounter with deliberate cruelty. Especially that which was directed at the innocent, the gentle … the beloved.

“He didn’t,” Qui-Gon pointed out.

“I did that instead,” he replied dully.

“Satine is made of sterner stuff than you seem to give her credit for,” Qui-Gon replied, pouring himself a cup of tea.

Obi-Wan raised his head indignantly. “I know she is. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t hurt by…by…”

… by seeing her gentle friend deal out violence with detached, calm efficiency.

“She’ll be all right,” Qui-Gon reassured him. “And she’ll forgive you,” he added.

II.

At first, the Jedi had been very careful about not offending her delicate sensibilities with regards to personal modesty.

With time, this gradually eroded, as she had been understanding about the necessities that occasioned, for instance, waking up to the sight of a shirtless Qui-Gon scrubbing tunics in a mountain stream, whistling a jaunty tune, while an equally bare-chested Obi-Wan cooked breakfast over a campfire.

Their current accommodations provided much more in the way of creature comforts than many had previously, including a wash unit for their scant luggage of traveling clothes. Washing everything, however, left the problem of what to wear until everything was clean.

Satine had been graciously left the singular bathrobe, which was comically oversized for her willowy frame. She couldn’t help musing on what the Satine of a year ago would’ve thought about finding herself perched on a kitchen counter in a bathrobe while she watched a well-built and beautiful young man, dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist, flip pancakes.

She’d have been thoroughly scandalized and thoroughly pleased, much as her current self was, she decided.

One hand on the frying pan and the other occupied with the spatula, the towel slipped a critical inch or so down his narrow hips. Satine closed her eyes, sipped her tea, and pretended not to notice.

“Laundry’s done,” Qui-Gon, fully and neatly dressed, announced from the doorway, not a moment too soon.

“Don’t burn anything,” Obi-Wan instructed sternly, handing off the spatula, other hand clutching the traitorous towel.

Qui-Gon did, but only slightly. He nobly took the singed pancakes from the top of the stack and handed Satine a small bottle full of amber-colored syrup.

“Local delicacy,” he told her, “made of tree sap.”

“That sounds thoroughly unappetizing,” she countered, opting instead for the fat jar of unidentified berry preserves.

A hot breakfast, clean clothes, and clean hair were things Satine never intended to take for granted again, and she was feeling vastly content as she finished putting the clean dishes back into the kitchen cabinets.

“All packed up?” Qui-Gon asked.

“We’re leaving already?” she asked, dismayed.

“Afraid so. How many assassin droids did you dispatch this morning while I was in the shower, Obi-Wan?”

“Three,” was the terse reply.

“In a towel?” Satine asked.

“The droids didn’t mind,” Obi-Wan retorted.

“The neighbors might’ve,” Qui-Gon pointed out.

Obi-Wan turned red.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to split up again before we move on,” Qui-Gon told them.

“Can I come with you?” Satine asked, maybe too quickly. Obi-Wan looked intently at the curtains.

Qui-Gon shook his head. “You’ll be safe with Obi-Wan. The spaceport will be a hub of trouble, and I’ll not bring you through it until I’ve secured a reliable transport.”

“I could manage that,” Obi-Wan offered.

“You still haggle like a youngling buying cloud candy at his first street bazaar, and we’re short on credits.”

“At least I can make pancakes without scorching them,” Obi-Wan grumbled.

“Well, we all have our skills.”

They finished packing in short order, shouldered their knapsacks, and headed out into the alleyway. Satine cast a regretful look back at the safehouse, wondering when next she’d eat with proper flatware or have access to a wash unit and a clean fresher.

They parted ways in the alley. Satine followed a few steps behind Obi-Wan, but paused when she remembered something.

“Wait.”

Obi-Wan stopped, glancing back at her. She rummaged through her sack and pulled out a slightly squashy bundle wrapped in plastic.

“Here,” she said, taking a few quick steps to meet Qui-Gon and handing it to him. It was four leftover pancakes made into two jam sandwiches.

He laughed and reached out one big hand to pet her hair and draw her close enough for him to kiss the top of her head. “Thank you, dear heart.” His expression turned serious after a moment, though. “Be careful and mind Obi-Wan.”

“I will,” she promised, resolving to actually do it this time.

Obi-Wan lead her through the narrow streets, hand hovering near her elbow, but not quite touching her.

“Where are we going?” she inquired.

“Just keeping busy until Qui-Gon calls,” he replied evasively.

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“Someplace nice,” he promised, almost smiling.

They walked out of the residential district, past shops and offices, and Obi-Wan stopped abruptly next to a walled park.

“All right. Close your eyes,” he instructed.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise, naturally.”

She gave him a skeptical look. After being handed a small and very slimy amphibian by Qui-Gon once under similar circumstances, she was understandably wary.

“It’s not alive, is it?” She didn’t really suspect so, but one couldn’t be too careful.

“Yes. But decidedly vegetable, not animal.” The smile was a bit wider this time.

She complied and held out her hand.

Obi-Wan took it in his and pulled her along. She heard the creak and clank of a metal gate and took a deep breath of air heavy with the scent of flowers by the time Obi-Wan let go of her hand.

“You can look now.”

Flowering shrubs lined the perimeter of the garden, and the grass was sprinkled with petals. There were fountains with floating white flowers, shade trees, and beds and beds of colorful blooms.

“It’s wonderful,” she exclaimed, spinning about, unsure what to examine first. “How did you find this place?”

Obi-Wan’s expression went from delight at her response to melancholy in a heartbeat.

“Stumbled on it, literally, last night, trying to elude the constabulary.”

The reminder of last night dampened her spirits too. She spotted a stone bench near one of the fountains and sat down in the sunshine.

“Are you angry with me?” he asked quietly, standing next to her.

“Of course not,” she denied sharply. She shifted across the bench, pointedly making space for him to sit beside her. She heaved a sigh, preparing to have the inevitable unpleasant conversation. “I don’t suppose you could’ve just stopped at disabling the blaster.”

He shook his head. “He was thinking about the knife. And what he was going to do with it.” He kept his eyes down, standing rigid and looking like he might be sick.

Satine reached out for his hand and tugged him down next to her.

“And I don’t suppose you could carry something with a stun setting.”

He hesitated. “There’s body armor on the black market that can absorb stunners. And stun blasts are very inaccurate. I would’ve had a better chance of knocking you out than him. And besides, a blaster has no defensive mechanism. I couldn’t deflect anything.”

“What about when you and Qui-Gon spar, and you turn down the power?”

“Low power for sparring just sort of stings. Not very effective.”

“And there’s no setting between ‘stings’ and ‘dismemberment’ on that thing?” she inquired, gesturing towards his lightsaber.

“If I’d had it on less than full power, it wouldn’t have cut through the blaster. And if I just burnt him, he’d probably have still gone for the knife.”

“All right, all right. You know what you’re doing. I know that.” She let out a short sigh.

“I don’t mind you questioning me,” he told her.

“I know, you’ve been patient.”

“I really don’t,” he protested, leaning forward with his palms on his knees. “I know I’m… more emotional than I should be, where you’re concerned,” he admitted. “When you’re in danger,” he clarified.

“You didn’t seem emotional yesterday,” she told him.

“You didn’t see me afterwards,” he countered.

“How were you afterwards?” she asked, afraid of the answer. She’d never seen him angry. Annoyed, frustrated, and exasperated, frequently, but never really angry.

“Heartsick,” he told her, sounding it still.

“I’ve seen worse,” she reminded him.

“I know.”

“He will live, won’t he?”

He nodded. “He doesn’t deserve your concern.”

“That’s not a very Jedi-like thing to say, is it?”

“Not very,” he agreed.

“Sometimes when things are … calm, for a while, I just forget. With both of you, I forget. You’re gentle and peaceful, we talk and laugh. You and Qui-Gon spar, and it’s a game. I forget you’re warriors.” She took a deep breath. “And then something happens and it all comes crashing back, and I feel…”

“Afraid,” he concluded.

“I don’t mean to be!”

“I wasn’t blaming you.”

She leaned towards him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I wish you could trust me.”

“In my heart, I do,” she promised. “It’s just that my mind plays tricks sometimes. I remember things.”

He curled an arm protectively around her shoulders.

She glanced up at him quickly, taking in the line of worry between his brows, the set of his jaw and his stubborn cleft chin, the faint freckles and dark birthmarks on his fair skin, the way the sunlight glinted through his short hair. He looked at her, and she dropped her gaze quickly.

“I want to show you something,” he told her, standing up and holding out a hand.

She let him lead her through the garden, to a raised bed of tall white lilies on graceful stalks. She cupped her hand around one of the big blooms and leaned close to smell it.

“They reminded me of your…” He gestured inarticulately towards her head, and she smiled.

“Much like the ones at home,” she agreed. “Bigger.”

He smiled. “No, I don’t think you could fit quite as many of these in your hair.”

The scent was almost the same though. She closed her eyes and felt the smooth petal brush against her face as she drank in the smell.

There had been a time when she smelled of lilies, instead of sweat and dust and, at best, cheap soap.

…of crushed lilies, when helmeted warriors seized her by the hair and dragged her from the throne.

… of wilted lilies, when she tried to bandage of the wounds of her injured guards with strips torn from her ceremonial gown.

… of dried lilies, when she closed their eyes with her bloodstained fingers.

“Satine, I’m sorry. I just thought you’d like them.” Obi-Wan’s dismayed voice broke through the painful memory. Eyes still closed, she felt him touch her face gently, brushing away a tear.

“I do. I’m sorry.” She put her hand over her eyes, willing herself to stop crying.

He pulled her down onto the grass, and she gave in, curling against his chest and letting her tears soak into the coarse fabric of his tunic. She felt his lips against her forehead, murmuring soft reassurances, his arms around her tightly.

When she lifted her head and opened her eyes, the bright sunlight catching on her wet eyelashes in a prismatic glow, the lilies were nodding around them, their sweet scent on the wind.

Let me remember this instead, when I smell lilies, she wished.

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Satine Kryze #Obi Wan/Satine #obitine #Qui Gon Jinn #Star Wars fic #I wrote a thing #long post #so look when I write dialogue I try to hear character voices #as you do #so I was trying to find a natural-sounding term of endearment for Qui-Gon to call Satine #and I landed on dear heart #and eventually realized I was hearing Liam Neeson's Aslan voice #but I just went with it

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wild-lavender-rose · 3 years

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Captive

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You’re working for Jango Fett and are shot and captured by Obi-Wan Kenobi and Annakin Skywalker. Loosely based on similar scene from Attack of the Clones.

Warnings: Shooting, gunshot wound, bleeding, choking using the Force, interrogation, slight symptoms of physical abuse in reader’s past

The blast came from nowhere and sent you sprawling to the floor of the bar. The crowd of onlookers gasped, then fell silent. The music dimmed, or perhaps it was the perception of your suddenly hazy, throbbing head. You put a hand to the blossom of blood and searing pain in your side and hissed.

“Go back to your drinks.” A new voice sounded through the haze. “It’s just Jedi business.”

Jedis. Your heart clenched at the thought, your labored breathing becoming stuttered. You had heard of the Jedi and their powers over both body and mind. But why were they involved with the target you had been assigned to kill?

Two figures appeared beside you, the one who had spoken and another, older man. Both were dressed in the infamous Jedi robes. You hissed again as the older one knelt beside you, trying to squirm away from him. Pain exploded in your side, forcing a strangled, frightened cry from your throat.

The older Jedi didn’t say a word. You felt an arm slide under you and push you up until you were sitting. You grabbed at your wound as his hands prodded you further, giving you no choice but to stand. “Please,” you breathed, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop yourself.

The younger Jedi shot you a look of disgust at this, but still the other one said nothing. His arm slid to your waist and he began to walk, giving you no choice but to walk with him. The crowd in the bar parted instantly, giving the Jedis ample space to leave. With every step you could practically feel yourself bleeding out. The grip on your waist was bruising. No chance of escape. No chance of rescue. Panic crept up your throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

A blast of cold air hit your face as you stepped outside. The Jedis only went a couple paces from the bar before stopping. You felt the grip holding you begin to loosen and panicked, grabbing a fistful of his robes for support. Expression unchanged, the older Jedi lowered you to the ground, hand coming up to untangle yours from his robe. “Who hired you?”

“I couldn’t, I’d never,” another wave of pain swept through you and you writhed on the cold, filthy ground.

“Tell us, now!” the young Jedi demanded, the anger in his voice making you cringe.

“It was just a job.” You growled, holding your side tighter. The blood was everywhere, on you, on the ground, on the robes of the one who had forced you to walk. Knelt beside you, you could see the older Jedi’s expression of stone waver.

“Filthy traitor,” the young Jedi raised his hand towards you.

You flinched, expecting to be struck. But what came next was much worse than that. You felt a pressure circling your throat, as if an invisible hand had slipped around it. You gasped, reaching up to claw it away. Your fingers scratched your own skin. It was the Force. He was using it to choke you.

“Tell me.” His eyes were dark, his jaw set.

You gasped and stuttered but shook your head, forcing yourself to look back at him. If he was going to kill you, he’d have to watch the life leave your eyes. His hand tensed. Your vision blurred.

“Stop it, Annakin.” The older Jedi spoke.

“But she’ll tell us,”

“She won’t tell us anything if she’s dead!”

A moment that felt like an eternity passed. Then the pressure around your neck released. You gasped desperately for air, your body quivering in agony. An awful iron taste filled your mouth and you coughed. Blood. The wound must be worse than you thought.

Dizzy from the lack of oxygen, your head fell back. But instead of hitting the ground you felt a hand catch your neck, lowering you back gently. The older Jedi was leaning over you now, his voice and expression no longer indifferent. “Tell us who hired you and we’ll see to your injuries.”

“I needed the job,” you muttered, the words sounding more like a whimper, another plea for them to stop. “Father needs the money,” your vision began to darken.

“Obi-Wan,” Annakin began.

“Get me something to stop the bleeding.” His hands were on you again, feeling for other injuries, making his way to the wound you were grasping.

“But that’s her reward,”

“Like I said, she won’t tell us anything if she’s dead.” Obi-Wan’s hand slid over your bloody one.

You screamed as he began applying pressure to the wound, clawing at his robes with your free hand in a desperate attempt to make him stop. “I won’t tell you!” You cried, tears beginning to stream down your face. “I won’t! They’d kill me!”

“Unfortunately for you, this is the reward part of our little conversation.” Obi-Wan kept the pressure constant, looking over at Annakin. “Any time now,”

“Here,” a sharp rip and Annakin handed him a dark strip of fabric that appeared to be a piece of his robe.

Obi-Wan accepted it and looked back at you. You tried your hardest to glare up at him, but amid the pain and your squirming it failed miserably.

“I’m doing this in good faith that you’ll tell us.” He pressed the bandage against the wound.

“Never!” You cried. “I can’t, please, no,”

“Easy now,” Obi-Wan’s tone had changed completely now, the concern and perhaps even kindness rising to the surface. “Just breathe. And try not to squirm so much.”

“How can I help?” asked Annakin, who was still clearly not enthused by the situation.

“I need more bandages, something to cover the wound before we move her.” Obi-Wan looked back down at you. “And you, try and stay conscious.”

Everything hurt. Your neck, your side, your head. You wanted to fight, to run, to tend the wound yourself. But instead you were trapped by two Jedis who were ultimately going to kill you for information you couldn’t give. The thought hurt worse than the pressure on your side, causing a fresh wave of tears to trickle down your face.

“Easy now.” A thumb brushed against your cheek, causing you to flinch.

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed. “It’s all right,” he touched your face again, wiping the tears away with his fingers.

You looked at him then, really looked at him. Reddish-blond hair and pure blue eyes. Eyes full of worry and a bit of panic. And there was something else. Kindness. A trace of kindness in those blue eyes. As your vision continued to blur and darken Obi-Wan’s eyes looked into yours. Why would he be kind to you? Why did he care? Why wouldn’t they just let you die?

The dizziness grew worse and you felt yourself slipping, eyelids fluttering shut. Annakin and Obi-Wan were both talking now, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Down, down you fell, slipping into a darkness free of pain and blood and Jedis…

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casp1an-sea · 19 days

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Star Wars But Better Part 6

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(The falcon comes out hyperspace there’s no planet in sight just a load of asteroids)

Luc: This doesn’t look like ALderan

Han: Tell me something I don’t know! Chewie checks the hyperspace coordinates, maybe we put them in wrong.

Luc: Sloppy, guess will be taking about 15,000 off your paycheck!

Han: Hey I got you somewhere!

Luc: We did pay you to take us somewhere.

Han: You haven’t payed me yet.

Obi-wan: Was the 2000 not substantial?

Han: No it wasn’t!

Luc: Your loss!

(Chewy growls something)

Han: Not my loss. We’re at alderaan I did my job.

Luc: Well then where's the planet?

Han: I don’t know but chewie says the coardinanents check out.

Luc: I’m sorry to break it to you but the only stuff out here is asteroids (Points out the viewpoint) and that small moon.

Obi-wan: That's no moon… That’s a space station…

Han: Yeah right and I’m Darth Vader. There's no way a station could be made of that size.

Obi-wan: Then why are we drifting closer?

Han: What?! Your crazy were not- CHEWIE! Take evasive action!

Luc: What’s going on?

Han: Were caught in a tractor beam it must be coming from the moon.

Luc: The moon?

Han: Yes!

(They struggle to get out of the tractor beam and fail as the slowly get closer they realize the moon is an imperial space station)

Luc: Wow Old hobo man was right.

Obi-wan: As I said the force has it’s perks

Han: Damn it, can’t we get out of this

(Chewie growls frustratedly)

Han: Well looks like we're gonna get boarded!

Luc: Uh what about escape pods?

Han: Don’t have any.

Luc: How can you not have any escape pods?

Han: I’ve used them all already and I never replaced them.

Luc: (Face palms) Why didn’t you replace them?!

Han: They’re expensive!

Luc: Well now what are we going to do?

(They were practically in the station)

Han: I have an idea!

(The falcon is pulled into the hanger of the death star. Troopers walk through the ship but find no one)

Trooper: (To officer) There’s no one aboard, they must have left in escape pods before we picked them up.

Officer: Not likely. We picked up no readings of escape pod ejections. Get a scanning crew in there at once.

Trooper: Yes sir!

(Two troopers holding a scanning machine walck onto the ship. Two troopers walk off without the scanner)

Luc: (Dressed as a stormtrooper to Han who is also dressed as a stormtrooper) You are definitely not getting paid!

Han: Hey it was my smuggling compartments that got us out of there! Never thought I’d smuggle myself in those.

Luc: (Sarcastically) Yeah thanks for the great Idea

(Han looks around doesn’t see anyone and gestures for the others to come out of the falcon)

Luc: Now what we can’t just leave with that tractor beam still up

Han: I don’t know I didn’t think we’d get this far

Obi-wan: Leave the tractor beam to me

Han: Damn fool I knew you’d say that.

Obi-wan: Quickly let's get to the control center before someone realizes the scanners are taking too long!

(The group stalks down the hall and opens the door to the small hanger command room. An officer turns around startled to see the giant wookie as the door opens. Chewie throws him to the floor. The officer reaches for his blaster but Han shoots him in the chest before he can get his blaster upholstered. The group steps into the room, the droids shuffling in behind them and they lock the door.)

Luc: you know between his howling and your blasting everything in sight it’s a wonder the whole station doesn’t know where we are! (lmao did I just make them quote Leia????)

Han: Stop with the snide comments kid.

Luc: Me stop with the snide comments? You should listen to yourself sometime.

Threepio: I have found the computer outlet sir.

Obi-wan: (To R2) plug in, you should be able to interpret the system and pull up a map if you can.

(R2 beeps plugging his arm into the control panel)

Threepio: He says he’s discovered the location of the tractor beam sir.

(A hologram map appears in front of them with the tractor beam labeled)

Ben: I’ve got it. (Turns to leave) I don’t think you kids can help, I’m going alone.

Han: Kids? You know I’d rather not leave my fate in your hands.

(He randomly changed to Ben instead of Obi-Wan sorry about that)

Ben: If I’m not back in 30 minutes you can continue without me.

Luc: Fine with me, less work!

(Obi-wan leaves)

Han: This day just really hates me, where'd you dig up that old fossil anyway?

Luc: He knew my dad or something. Part of some cult I think.

Han: And you’re joining it? (Looks at them skeptically)

Luc: (Shrugs) Not really, I’m just bored.

Han: To each their own I guess.

(They sit in awkward science for a few minutes)

Luc: You know so far this hole Jedi thing isn’t helping my boredom, R2 is there anything else we can do.

(R2 beeps)

Han: What’d he say?

Threepio: The princess is sentenced for execution. I believe he’s referring to the one that called for Master Obi-wan’s help sir.

Luc: Well that’s something to do!

Han: You don’t mean you want to free her?

Luc: (Shrugs) What’s the worst that could happen?

Han: You could die

Luc: Doesn’t sound all that bad to be honest

Han: You’re crazy!

Luc: Do you just say that about everyone?

Han: Well you are crazy if you think you can run into an imperial detention center alone just for the fun of it.

Luc: Oh I wouldn’t be alone.

Han: No, I am not going with y-

Luc: The princess is rich, you know.

Han: (Huffs) Fine but you’re still crazy.

Luc: I’ll take it. Threepio where she is being held?

Threepio: Level five, detention block A A-twenty three.

Han: So what’s your plan

Luc: I just heard about this. Do you think I would have time to make one up?

Han: I don’t know I-

Luc: Hm, (Points to some binders) Hand me those

Han: Why do you need those (Tosses over the handcuffs)

Luc: (Grabs them and walks over to chewie) Okay I’m gonna put these on you

(Chewie growls furiously)

Luc: Okay Han you do it.

Han: I don’t know why I’m trusting you but fine. (Begins putting the binders on Chewie) Don’t worry Chewie I think I know what they have in mind.

Luc: So we are going to be moving a “prisoner” to level five.

(Chewie grumbles)

Han: What do you mean I should have come up with this.

(Chewie growls)

Han: They’re a literal child, they're not smarter than me!

(Chewie growls)

Han: Oh whatever I’m done with you.

Threepio: Sir Lucifer what should me and R2 do?

Luc: (Shrugs) Lock the door.

Han: And hope they don’t have blasters!

Threepio: Oh dear!

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chokemeanakin · 3 years

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Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

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WC: 6.8k

Summary: It’s Life Day but Anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty fucking mouth

WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but it’s not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?

(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).

(Gif from @madeleineengland )

You had always loved Life Day, but this one in particular was going to be something special. Anakin scored time off from the war, and through the help of Padme, you got one of her lakeside Naboo houses all to yourselves for the holiday.

You arrived before Anakin, as he was finishing up a meeting with the Jedi Council, and passed the time by making cookies. You were having a pretty good time at it too— your hair was up, music blasting, candles lit, and half a glass of wine was slowly disappearing as you danced around the kitchen. Then you heard the door jiggle and open, and a gust of cold air from around the corner signaled that Anakin was here.

Right away, you could tell he was mad. He walked through the door with a scowl, face drawn in irritation, yanking his robe off and shaking the snow out of his hair. He threw his robe up on the hanger and nudged the door shut with his elbow. He didn’t even take his boots off as he came into the kitchen, still in full uniform.

You considered asking him what the mood was for, but in all honesty, you were afraid of his reaction. Usually he either deflects or gets mad back, and you really don’t want to fight.

But he was silent as he prowled around the kitchen, taking in your activities, and you wanted to know what was bothering him on Life Day’s Eve of all days. If you could make it better, you’d try. So you softened your voice, and in your warmest, most innocent tone, you tried, “Hi, Anakin, I miss you! I’m making cookies if you want to stay here and help. Or just sit and watch. I don’t mind.”

You thought you’d start off simple. Get him to relax a bit, and then dig into what the issue was. He stood by the doorway, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re not mad that I’m late?”

He thought you were mad? You were too tipsy to be mad. Honestly, you hadn’t even been keeping track of the time.

“Of course not! You had a council meeting, that’s important. I’m just glad to have you now,” you shot him your brightest grin. “Besides, we have all week to ourselves.”

At that, his shoulders loosened and he smiled a little back at you. It disappeared quickly, but his affections were replaced with two strong arms winding around your waist, one warm and one metal. He huffed lightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you mix the icing in your bowl.

His demeanor was slightly better than you had previously perceived, so you decided to risk it.

“...Did something happen?”

“Just the same old,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. It’s cold from the snowflakes still wetting his hair, and you shivered. “The council doesn’t trust me, they still won’t consider making me a master. Windu thinks I shouldn’t even be on the council.”

You struggled to find words to this. You wanted to take his side, and tell him he deserved to have it all. At the same time, the council was full of old and wise members, and they knew what they’re doing. But you hated how much it was bothering Anakin, hated how under all that anger there was hurt, and a fear that he wasn’t good enough. The council was making him doubt himself, and it you wouldn’t have that.

“It’ll all come in due time, I’m sure of it,” you tell him. “Whether they like it or not, you’re on the council for a reason. You belong there, and I’m sure if you give it a littlest more time they’ll come around to seeing how you deserve the title of master. Besides,” you twist around in his arms enough to skim your lips across his jawbone, pressing a lingering kiss into his neck. “I can call you Master whenever you’d like.”

This made Anakin freeze, and then begin to laugh. His low chuckles vibrated your body, and you couldn’t help but join in with him.

“I might have to take you up on that offer sometime.”

Your stomach clenched at the insinuation, heat pulsing through your veins. That was one of your goals for the night, admittedly— to be with Anakin. You had a little surprise for him as well, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t be too disgruntled or worked up to appreciate it. That being said... sometimes it was a good thing when he was frustrated.

Anakin sacrificed a hand to reach forward and dip into the bowl, scooping a dollop of blue icing out and placing it in his mouth. You heard him suck it off his finger, beating the dirty thoughts back with a stick.

“Is it good?” You ask to distract yourself.

“Here, try.”

You turn, expecting him to offer you a finger with some icing on it but instead he kisses you. Immediately your mouth is flooded with the sugary blue that stains his lips. You open your mouth, tongue tasting his, and he’s sweet. Your cheeks are burning bright as he kisses you, slow and deep and dirty, and it’s such a 360 from the lighthearted atmosphere you’ve created.

When you pulled back, you’re breathing hard, mouth tingling, licking your lips for the remnants of sweet icing. Anakin smiled down at you, eyes dark, and went back to resting his head on your neck, whispering in your ear in a low, rumbling voice. “Finish up. There’s other plans I want to get to.”

•••

Anakin ended up having to leave again as you were icing the cookies to take one last impromptu call from Obi-Wan, just some last minute tying-loose-ends before his short break. He also took the chance to get out of his Jedi clothes, trading the leather armor and robes for more comfortable sleep clothes— which included loose fitting pants that hung low on his hips, and that damned sleep robe he wears without a shirt.

He came back into the kitchen just as you were finishing up, and you almost choked when you saw him.

“Aren’t you cold? It’s snowing pretty heavily out there and you’re not even wearing a shirt.”

“I’ve got a fire going in the master bedroom, it should warm the place up soon,” he took some of your dirty dishes to the sink. “Why, do you not like it?”

“No, I—“ you stutter. It’s just the opposite. He’s beautiful beyond words. “I just didn’t want you to be cold.”

“I’m alright,” he smiled at you teasingly, reaching around you to grab the last of the dishes.

Once they’re in the sink, he found you climbing up onto the counter, putting the spices away that were, of course, in the highest cabinet out of reach. You stretched up to reach it, unashamedly putting on a little show for Anakin as you exaggerate the curve of your backside.

The action caused the holiday shorts you’re wearing to ride up, exposing the fleshy underside of your behind. You turned around to find him watching you, not even trying to hide it. He leaned back on the counter, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes thoughtful as he took in the sight.

“Help me down?” You asked him, and he immediately pushes himself off the counter to fit his hands around your waist, lowering you safely to the ground. He held onto you a little too tight for it to be innocent, and you could feel him gravitating toward you, leaning in to start something you wouldn’t be able to stop. You pull away— you're not done with him, in fact your teasing has just begun.

Anakin huffed quietly to himself as you moved around him to start the warm water, soaking the dishes in it so the batter won’t stick overnight. You purposefully shot some water onto your shirt so that you had to gather a wad of paper towels in your hand and dab at your chest, pulling your shirt down so you could get at the wet spots. Anakin rolled his eyes as you grumbled about how clumsy you were, but you could see he was discreetly trying to look.

His resolve was already thin when he walked through the door. He hadn’t been able to have you in far too long, and he was planning on doing something about that tonight. He wasn’t sure what page you were on, though…. You seemed pretty content with baking cookies and then watching movies all night like you had mentioned in the days leading up, so your little teasing games were doing nothing to quell his curious anticipation.

You didn’t even have to try to get him all worked up. The spice cabinet, the wet shirt, those weren’t needed. It was like you didn’t even realize the effect you had on him— every little move you made around the kitchen, every little sigh or gasp or giggle, even the way you bent down to take the damn cookies out of the oven had him yearning for you.

The last straw was when you needed a rag to clean the countertop, so you reached across his lap where he was sitting to grab it. You placed a not-so-innocent hand on his thigh to steady yourself, brushing against his chest as you did so. He was immediately enveloped in your smell, and the feel of your soft hair against his chest, your hand on his thigh— he needed to have you, now.

“Y/n, forget the cookies,” he demanded.

“Oh?”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

•••

Your tongues clashed, teeth nipping, breaths gasping for air as you struggled to get closer to one another. All of Anakin’s anger and frustration was pouring out him in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. You were combatting it with your own dirty, lustful responses. It was one of your favorite things to feel so needed by him, even if he was projecting his emotions from the day onto you. You were his outlet, the only thing that could help him, and you would gladly take these punishing kisses for as long as he needed.

The hand that wasn’t threaded through your hair exploded the rest of your body, fitting into each and every curve, squeezing at certain places and pulling you closer, adjusting you on his lap. He slipped his fingers beneath the neckline of your shirt, pulling it to the side so he could suck at the pulse in your neck, when he caught a flash of red.

His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he traced the lacey garment. Suddenly his hands were gone, and he was leaning back away from you. “Show it to me.”

So you stood before him and undressed, feeling small under his steady gaze. It was loaded with heat, and you could practically read his mind as each new strip of skin and the lacy red underwear you had worn specially for this occasion was revealed. He was planning everything he wanted to do to you, drinking you in, and storing away the sight into his memory for later times, when he’s on the battlefield and it’s been months and he misses you. But for now though, his present was waiting for him.

The look of him illuminated by the firelight, eyes scorching as he studied every inch of you had you squirming under his gaze. He leaned back in the loveseat, arrogant posture annoyingly sexy with the way his broad shoulders filled out the chair, long legs spreading before him.

You needed to touch him. He wasn’t saying anything, or doing anything, so you approached him and settled yourself back on his lap, meaning to restart where you had left off. You trailed your hand down the smooth, hard planes of his body, feeling the ridges of his abs, the soft skin smooth and warm. He kept his arms slung lazily over the armrests, refraining from touching you, but you could feel the steady pulse of his eyes as he watched your every move.

Those deep, calculating eyes. They made you nervous, but you’d be lying if you said the intimidation didn’t turn you on.

He let you tangle one of your hands in his hair, feeling the soft curls glide between your fingers as you looked over him. But just as your palm slid near the band of his pants, he caught your wrist in his metal hand and stopped you.

“Get on the bed,” he flicked his eyes behind you, a cocky, mischievous glint in them. He knew you’ll do anything he said, with that voice.

Hesitantly, you stood from his lap and made your way over to the bed. Your skin was raised with goosebumps, as you knew he was studying your every move. You sat on the plush mattress of the bed, crossing your legs over the knee, and looked at him. He was blanketed in shadows, but stared right back.

“Spread your legs.”

Your face immediately heated up in flames. He had always been the one to do that to you, with his hands, and pressed right up close to you. Somehow, having him sit across from you on the armchair and watching you from a distance was even more intimate.

He was waiting, though, so you did as he said. You already felt exposed under his greedy gaze, mesmerized by his beauty and the way the flames flickered off the sharp line of his jaw, the peak of his cheekbone. This dark angel was toying with you, teasing you, and you just wanted him to come over here and touch you. But he remained in that seat, head cocked as he looked you up and down.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded softly, cruelly. You had downcast your eyes, afraid to look at him without losing your confidence. The low tone of his voice left no room for debate, so you did as he said.

Your stomach churned, heart fluttering as he leveled his gaze at you. He was studying every inch of your lewd pose, smug with himself. He wasn’t even even near you, but he had all the control, and he knew it.

“Now let me see that pretty pussy.”

Your breathing stopped. His voice is quiet, yet commanding all the same, and you forgot how dirty his mouth could be. It shocked you more than anything, which is why you hesitated.

“What, are you getting shy on me? That’s not what it seemed like in the kitchen,” he mused. “You wanted me to see you. Now, let me see you.”

The words rang out in the air, causing heat to build up in your core and leak out onto your underwear. Swallowing your slight embarrassment, you hooked your finger around the front of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing yourself to him.

Anakin’s gaze darkened, and he sat up. He rested his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth in his hands as he appreciated the view. You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to tell you what to do next as you felt cold air hit your glistening folds.

“Look at you,” he purred. “Already soaking wet, and I haven’t even touched you.”

You shrank away from his eyes, not having anything to say to defend yourself. The fire crackled but you shivered, his shadow looming over you, and you just wanted his warmth pressed against you, his hands on you, pulling that pleasure from the depths of your body. He knew how to do it just right, and you’d never been able to make yourself feel as good as he does. And now he’s right here, but he’s holding himself away from you. Shifting your hips in desperation, you whined and pulled at your panties, rubbing some friction against your throbbing clit.

“Stop. Don’t touch yourself,” Anakin ordered. His eyes were still lidded, voice sharp. You let go of your panties and dropped your hands to the side, holding yourself up on your elbows. Your legs were still splayed open, the sight of your panties soaking through put on display before Anakin.

“Please, Anakin,” you shifted your hips again, hoping it would provide some relief but finding none. “I need you.”

Anakin tsked at this but stood to his full, domineering height. You craned your neck to watch him as he stood over you, capturing your chin between his metal fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye, the other fitting itself on the soft flesh of your thigh. You keened into the soft touch, nerves lighting off like fireworks.

“You need me?” He taunted, blue eyes digging into yours. “Or does your greedy little cunt need me?”

You gasped at his words. Never had he called you something degrading before, like greedy. You’re pretty sure you’ve never heard the word “cunt” leave his mouth before either, but it spilled from his lips like red wine, smooth and dark. Anakin had always been so soft with you, so loving, and his statement shocked you.

“Hm?” He goaded. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

He shifted his hands up your thigh, sneaking over your pelvis and landing on your mound. He let his thumb graze over your clit, unmoving.

Sparks erupted behind your eyes, and you leaned into his touch. An invisible force held your hips to the bed, stopping you from chasing your own pleasure as he continued with his words.

“Do you want me to fuck you open slowly on my cock? You want me to fill your tight little pussy until you can’t take anymore?”

The weight of his thumb on your clit was distracting. It throbbed under his touch with every measured, vulgar word, and his mouth twitched as he felt it. “I think I just got my answer.”

At this, he got on his knees before you. He lowered his mouth to trace his lips against the inside of your thighs, and you squirmed between the tickling sensation and the need to have his mouth on you. He gripped your hips in his strong hold, hard, mumbling into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “You can’t seem to sit still today....” he sucked a bruising kiss into your thigh, and when you roll your hips into the feeling, he looked at you sharply.

“Behave.”

You flinched at his tone. It was deep, threatening, and pulsing with irritation. Was he angry at you? Your eyes stung, shrinking away from his narrowed gaze again, wandering if you did something to make him unhappy with you.

He lowered his head back to your thighs, purposefully skipping over the part that was throbbing for him, dripping for him. You held your breath, desperately trying to hold yourself back from moving or even making a sound, too afraid that you would anger him further. But his thumb pressed a little harder into your clit, and you fell back against the mattress, whimpering frustratedly.

To your relief, he didn’t get mad at you. Instead he hooked his finger around your underwear, similar to how you did earlier so he could gage your response to his actions. The low hum he let out was pleased. “Such a pretty little pussy... dripping wet... is that all for me?”

He was still toying with you, still teasing, and at this point it was getting painful. You would do anything to have his fingers on you, mouth on you, anything in you. So you nodded, and you told him it was all for him, everything was for him. He licked a single line up your slit, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing you. The sensation sent fully body shivers across your skin, and you melted into the bed, ready to lose yourself in the pleasure. He covered you again with the now drenched material.

Did you say something wrong?

“Show me how much you want me then.”

You were shaking as he released his hold on you, head fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion. What game was he playing?

You swallow your nerves and stand from the bed, feeling so small even as you stood over him. He was kneeling, looking up at you under dark lids, daring you to do something. He was giving you some control, so you decided you’d try to get your sweet Ani back, to soften the energy in the room so he could be happy and playful like he usually was.

He sized you up quizzically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand curling into his hair like before. You tilted his head up so you could lean down and plant a gentle kiss to his forehead, hugging his face into your chest.

Your body shook as he laughed, dark and mocking underneath you. You pulled back to look at him. “Anakin?”

“If you want me to fuck you, sweetheart, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

That’s it.

You just wanted to get fucked, and he just wanted to tease you. If he wanted you to come to him, then fine. So be it.

Anger bloomed from the pit of your stomach and you pushed at his chest to get him onto the bed. He did so, at his own leisurely pace, pissing you off further with the smug smirk still on his face. You kissed it off of him, biting his lip in punishment and yanking his hair a little too hard in your fist. He groaned like he liked it, so release him and trail you kisses downward, biting and marking up his body until you get to his pants. You pulled back the waistband and revealed him to you, taking him in your grasp. Any normal man would be frightened of an angry girl with his dick in her hands, so you looked up at him, trying to see if he had been humbled by your anger yet. He was staring back at you, unimpressed.

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking hard, maybe a little too hard. He sighed and leaned back, enjoying it far too much. You tried to convey your annoyance with the punishing pace you set on his cock, sliding up and down with your mouth and hand. You grasped onto his thigh for stability, feeling the remnants of your saliva drip onto it as you gave him the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob you’ve ever done. Halfway through, when you realize you’ve gotten little to no reaction, you peer up and see that he’s on his datapad.

You pumped him up and down in your fist, gathering your breath as you studied him. Does it not feel good? Are you not doing a good enough job? He’s hard, so you must be doing something right. But it was like he didn’t even notice what you were doing anymore, or if he did, he didn’t care. You paused with your hand on the base of his cock, squeezing.

“Why’d you stop?” Anakin didnt’t even look up from his datapad.

“Am… am I doing good?”

“Of course you are,” Anakin finally shifted his eyes to you, bringing a hand down to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb. “Now finish the job.”

With this, he removed his hand and his gaze, going back to the data pad. Fueled by anger again, and a determination to make him react, you took him into your mouth harder, faster, sloppier, wetter. He didn’t even twitch, didn’t even moan or bury his hands in your hair or tell you how good it felt like he normally does.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked extra hard, tongue probing into the skin there and swirling in a circle, over and over. There. He gave an appreciative hum. You thought you’ve finally got him where you wanted when he says,

“That the best you can do?”

You whined around him frustratedly, just wanting him to feel something, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel that way because of you. But he was bored, you could tell by the way he didn’t even spare you a second glance as you took him all the way into the back of your throat, holding him there for longer than you ever have. You were trying your best for him, and usually he’d be writhing and moaning beneath you, but now...

He laughed, pulling you off of him with both hands to halt your frenzied movements.

“Anakin,” your eyes shone with confused tears.

“Shhh, baby, none of that,” his voice was sweet again, and he stroked the skin of your cheek as he brought your face to his for a gentle kiss. “Come, sit on my lap.”

You were giving up on trying to figure him out. One minute he was so sweet, the next he was uncharacteristically callous. Your eyes burned in embarrassment, feeling like you’ve failed him as you crawled onto his lap. He positioned you on his thighs, keeping yours spread with his. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, locking you to his hard chest as the other snuck down your body, touching you over your panties.

“Is this what you wanted?” goosebumps erupted all over your body as you felt his lips ghost over your ear. “You wanted me to make you feel good?”

He rubbed gentle circles into your clit with his fingers, allowing you to shift your hips in time with it. For a moment, you forgot about your problems and lost yourself in the way he was rubbing you. You moaned as he played with your clit, more slick gushing out and further drenching your panties.

“Even though you couldn’t make me feel good?”

Your breath caught in your throat, embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. You were ashamed, accepting this pleasure from him when you gave him nothing in return.

“I can try again,” you offered, hips halting. You didn’t want anything else from him until you could give it back, but he slipped his hands beneath your underwear and touched you directly, rubbing you at a fast pace. Your head fell back against his shoulders, legs opening wider on their own accord as your orgasm built up in time with his hand. You couldn’t help but accept the pleasure, forced to feel it as he held you in his iron grasp.

“Anakin.. Anakin please,” you begged. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

“Baby, you already tried,” he nippd at your ear, voice cruel.

“I can try harder, Ani— please!” Your voice came out in a shout as your orgasm approached. Before you could finish, he stopped rubbing and kept his fingers on your clit, pressing down, feeling you throb beneath him.

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs. Your panties were uncomfortably wet, but your arms were trapped under his and you couldn’t reach down to remove them. He seemed to read your mind.

“Let’s get these off you now, hm? You’re soaking through them, I can feel it on my leg.”

Of course, he ignores your pleas and shifted the focus to drag your panties down your leg. He was right— you’ve made a mess of his leg, but now that you’re sitting directly on him, it’s even worse. He parted your folds with his hand, middle finger dragging up and down your slit, collecting the glistening fluid. A little hint of satisfaction soothed your worries as you felt his cock twitch beneath you at the sight.

“You always knew how to take my fingers so well,” he whispered in your ear, pushing his finger into you as he does so. You accepted him readily, walls fluttering around his finger as it relieved some of the ache. You wanted to come, but you couldn’t— not without feeling guilty, for neglecting his needs. How could you be so selfish and take all the pleasure for yourself?

“Anakin,” you whined again, trying to get his attention. You purposefully shifted your hips in a way that would rub against him, but only succeeded in pushing his finger deeper into you. “Anakin please, let me… speak… hmng… I can’t focus…”

“Speak,” he kissed your neck, pushing another finger into you despite your warnings. “I’m listening.”

“I want to make you feel good,” you moaned. His fingers stroked into you slow, deep, and perfect. You gushed around his digits, the sound of it absolutely sinful. He kissed the back of your neck as his thumb began to rub your clit again, gently because he knew how close you were to cumming. “Anakin, please.”

“I know, baby.”

No, he didn’t. He wasn’t getting it. Your hands dug into his thighs, wanting him to stop, wanting him to continue—

“I love you. Please, let me—“

“Enough.”

You gasped, bones turning to putty in his hands. He kept sliding his fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit, but you were so ashamed. He just yelled at you, he’s never done that before. And now you didn’t know how to act, how to feel.

“Aw, baby, did I scare you?” He taunted, curling his fingers into you. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

The sting of his words brought tears to your eyes, but it was battled by your pleasured haze, vision spotting and feeling honing down to the push and pull of his fingers. There were too many emotions swirling inside you that you didn’t know what to say anymore. All you knew was that you were close to cumming again, you have been for a while, but you weren’t sure if you should accept it.

Your walls pulsed around him and he pulled his touch away, denying you of the orgasm as he spread the slick down your thigh. He reached for his dick, gliding it up and down your folds, covering it in your arousal. He was hot and wet and stiff against you, and you bore down, wanting him inside you. For once, he gave you what you wanted, and you both moaned as he began to sink into you.

The stretch was immediate, and you cried out as you took him inch by inch. He was so thick and the angle was so deep that he had to lift you up and bring you back down multiple times, opening you up gradually until he was fully buried inside you.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he praised, kissing up your neck, along your cheek. He twisted a hand into your hair, tugging it back so he could suck at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your walls clenched around him at the pleasurable sensation, punching an unexpected moan from him.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, sounding like your Ani again for just a moment.

Your chest swelled with pride. Finally, you were making him feel good. You clenched around him again, shifting your hips, searching for another reaction.

“Y/n, shit—“

“I know what your problem is,” you chanced, realizing you had the upper hand for now. “You’re still— fuck— you’re still mad about the Council.”

Anakin glared, thrusting into you harder.

“That’s why you’re— hnng— that’s why you’re hate-fucking me.”

“I’m not hate-fucking you.”

“This certainly isn’t love-fucking.”

“Would you just shut up and take my cock already?”

He plunged into you hard and deep, stretching you open so good that you momentarily lost your train of thought. Did he just yell at you again?

“This isn’t— this isn’t fair,” you moaned, loving the feel of his length scraping against your walls . “You don’t get to boss me around like this.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows at you, fist tightening into your hair so that you couldn’t look away. “That’s not what it seemed like a few moments ago.”

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you slammed down onto his cock, anger winning out against everything else. You had one goal in mind now— if you could make him cum before you, it would even out the playing field.

He caught on to what you were planning immediately, flipping you over so he was fully in control. He grasped your hips, lifting them off the bed so he could drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that had you arching off the bed and calling his name in a moment of weakness. Your pleasure heightened as he rolled his pelvis against yours, your clit rubbing against him.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, clawing at the bedsheets.

“Currently doing that,” he gasped.

Oh, he was so going to get it.

You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him down to your level. He was stronger than you and could have resisted, but he gave in, thinking you were about to cum and just needed him close. He wasn’t entirely wrong— with each roll of his hips, his length probed deep inside you, causing your vision to white out. You could barely keep track of your thoughts as you squirmed beneath him. He held you down, completely negating your ability to try and flip him over.

What had you been thinking? You had just been trying to get the high ground, but now you were so close— so close— to cumming. Think of something gross. Wet socks? Burnt cookies? Jar-Jar?

Nothing seemed to be working. Soon, you didn’t want it to work. You cried out with each thrust of his hips, eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure. Your pussy drooled around his cock, slick making a mess of both of your thighs. The slide of him was so hot, so wet, so good—

“Stop!”

You couldn’t think of any other way. Anakin immediately stopped his thrusts, pulling back to study your face in a panic.

“What? What happened? Are you okay?”

You bit your lip hard, heart pounding and walls pulsing around his cock from your denied orgasm. You squeezed your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to dissipate from your stomach before you pushed yourself to a sitting position.

He gave you room to do so, the worry still clear in his eyes.

“I’m completely fine,” you kissed his cheek, laughing deviously. “I just wanted to be on top.”

Anakin frowned at you, but switched positions anyway. “That’s not funny. I thought I hurt you.”

“So you do care.”

“Of course I care,” he grabbed the finger that you had been jabbing into his chest, kissing your palm before wrapping it around his neck. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“You yelled at me,” you lifted yourself off his lap slowly, relishing in the drag of his of cock inside you. You sunk down again, shivering at the sensation.

“I didn’t know you were that sensitive.”

“Well… when it’s you…” you moaned suddenly, his dick pulsing into you at a delicious angle. “I just don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“Then you should behave better next time,” he nipped the words into your collarbone, almost purring again.

“See, that’s not fair—“

“Do you need me to fuck some sense into you?” His gaze was firm, completely serious. Your knees weakened around his waist at the tone, wandering why you found that so damn attractive. He tilted his head at you when you didn’t answer. “Is that a yes?”

“Anakin—“ your cries took you by surprise as he slid his hands down to your ass, clutching your flesh in each hand and spreading you open so he could fuck up into you, hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, body bouncing as he bore into your aching hole.

There was no way you were going to last now, not with the way he was making you feel. You had held your orgasm back for so long, and while it would have been nice to make Anakin cum before you, to give him a taste of his own medicine, you were completely at his mercy.

“Cum for me, and then we’ll talk,” he appeased, voice dark. Why was that hot? Warmth blossomed in your stomach and you listened to his ragged breathing in your ear, body tingling, pussy tightening around him. He turned your face to him with a hand in your hair, holding you close as filthy words spilled from his mouth.

“Take my cock, baby. That’s it, fuck me, come on,” he chanted against your lips. Always so demanding. You couldn’t hold back your moans as he plunged into you over and over, right into that one spot, the heat in your belly expanding until it took over each of your senses. He fucked you at a rapid pace, hips slamming into yours, fingers bruising your ass. Your walls quivered around him, the ball in your stomach snapping. Suddenly, you were coming all over him, pussy throbbing as he massaged his dick into you in wave-like motions, working you through it.

“Does that feel good?” He teased, lips tracing softly over your cheek, soothing hands rubbing your shaking thighs. He was being sweet again— another 360 change in demeanor.

You responded with broken whimpers, muscles twitching as you rode out your high. When he finally stopped, you sucked in a deep breath, shivering from the aftershocks.

“Mmm, I fucked you good, didn’t I?” He planted soft kisses under your ear, down your neck, and over your shoulder. Now he was back to taunting you, his words cruel, but voice so sweet. “Your sweet little pussy just came all over my cock. So pretty. You wanted it so bad, didn’t you? Even though you don’t want to admit it?”

He was like a snake-charmer, hypnotizing you with every slow, filthy word. You knew what he was doing, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop your body’s reaction to it. Every syllable had you melting into his lap, his hands rubbing the flesh of your hips softly.

“Are you blushing again?” He dragged his cock out of you, and you whimpered at the sensation of it against your overstimulated walls. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, now. Not after what we just did.”

“I’m not shy—“ Force, you couldn’t focus when he looked at you like that, when he purred in your ear like that.

“No?” He pushed back into you. “Then look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyelashes sticking together with moisture. His full lips pulled into a smirk, dewy skin glowing in the firelight.

“Does this pretty little pussy want to cum on my cock again?” He pulled your hips flush against his, so deep, so thick inside of you. You mewled, blood heating up in your veins.

“Please,” you gave in, allowing him to massage his cock into your walls.

“Please, what?”

You would get him back for this later. For now, the hot slide of his cock inside of you was too good, too overwhelming.

“Please, make me cum,” you didn’t think your cheeks could get any redder, his eyes probing into yours as you said this. Never in a million years did he ever expect his shy little baby to say something so filthy. He immediately smirked, pressing a pleased kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.”

Your skin broke out into a hot sweat, hole pulsing around him as he began to rock back into you. His strokes were slower, deeper, pulling ecstasy from the depth of your bones. He kneaded your flesh between his fingers as he rolled his hips into you. You fell forward, moans being dragged out of your sore throat, watching his cock dissapear inside of you.

His thighs glistened with your juices, the sound of him sinking into your leaking hole humiliatingly sinful. He noticed you watching and brought a hand down, toying with your clit. He moaned into your ear as he did so, the drag of his cock becoming difficult as you squeezed around him.

This time, your orgasm washed over you like a warm blanket, causing you to arch your body into his. You trembled as the waves of pleasure sapped you of energy, rocking your hips in time with Anakin as he spilled his warmth inside of you. The sounds of him cumming sparked a flame in your heart— you wished he had indulged you in his pleasure earlier. Now, all it left you with was a desire to hear him lose it over and over again, and you realized you had your plans all set for the rest of the night.

Anakin stroked his hand up and down your back, lips attaching to your neck as you came down from your highs. He positioned the two of you so that you were laying down, you on his chest, completely limp apart from the occasional post-orgasm shivers. He gave you time to recover before pulling out of you, kissing your quiet whimpers away as he tugged his length out of your aching hole.

“I win,” he mumbled against your lips.

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