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God, I can't tell you how much the "there's not enough enrichment in my enclosure" joke has helped my mental health. Because, for some reason I can't comprehend, pretending that I'm a zoo keeper caring for an animal (which is also me) just makes everything easier to comprehend. Like "Your head gets screwey when you're apartment is messy" just doesn't carry as much resonance as "The tiger becomes agitated when its enclosure is cluttered" because then I'll be like, no shit? The tiger? I've gotta keep things nice and clean for the tiger.

My Very Soul (Chapter 17)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 16

Warnings: really nothing, just mention of violence and recovering from violence, but it's Star Wars so what do you expect (tiny bit of angst but hopefully that will improve soon)

Summary: While you and Anakin struggle with the aftermath of your fight, your new assignment goes poorly; a new strategy is planned in addressing the separatist attacks (this chapter sets up the events that will be AOTC. it's all happening, folks.)

Word Count: 3.5k

The cold of the early morning blew through the open entrance to the Temple. You shivered, wiping sleep out of your eyes, and pulled your robe around yourself more tightly. It was worth it, you reminded yourself, to get up this early. The mess hall would be nearly empty at this hour. The thought of breakfast this early in the morning turned your stomach, but the breakfast hall would be warm, with a roaring fire, and it would have caf. You hurried forward, eager to pass out of the cold air blowing into the Temple. You smelled the sweet smell of the Jedi's usual breakfast—freshly baked seed breads, various proteins, simple, reasonable fares that would serve their optimal nutritional purpose.

       Entering the breakfast hall, you breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't here. You made your way over to collect your food, a few pieces of toasted bread and some fruit, and were in the midst of pouring yourself a large, steaming cup of caf when you felt it. To call it a disturbance in the Force would be overstating it, but you certainly felt disturbed, feeling Anakin's troubled presence enter behind you. You didn't turn, but merely took your plate and cup and walked over to sit in the corner of the hall, alone. You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you grabbed utensils. What was he doing up this early? Why in the world would he choose to breakfast at this hour? Unless he, too, was trying to avoid...

       You couldn't help yourself. You stole a glance over your shoulder to look at him. Anakin, tall and lanky, in his new darker colored robes and vest he had taken to wearing, was pouting, his jaw set as he collected his breakfast. It wasn't that you had been trying to actively avoid him; it was that seeing him in the hallways of the Temple brought back all the bad feelings you'd been shoving down inside of yourself, ever since you'd returned from Serenno a few weeks ago. And it wasn't just your own memories you were grappling with—being in his presence meant feeling the tornado inside of him, all of the hurt, anger, among other things, things that made you feel as if your heart was breaking into tiny pieces and shattering on the floor, over and over again, in an endless loop. Suffice to say, being in Anakin's presence these days was more than you could handle.

       You drank a sip of caf, burning your throat, and started to cough. You felt Anakin look over at you, and forced yourself to continue facing the opposite direction, into the corner. Would this never end?

       As you were picking at the bread you didn't feel like eating, an opposite and opposing force entered the dining hall. You turned around, smiling slightly, making eye contact with your Master as she strolled over to where you were sitting.

       "Aren't you going to eat?" you asked her, seeing that she'd skipped the breakfast array all together.

       "There isn't time," Master Yuma said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Our presence is requested."

       "We have a new mission?" you asked, glancing quickly over at Anakin's turned head. Master Yuma paused.

       "No," Master Yuma said, unease entering her Force presence. "You do."

"The office of the Chancellor?" you asked, trying to keep up with Master Yuma as she strolled, quickly, through the Republic Executive Building. "Why in blazes are we being briefed there?"

       "The Chancellor himself has requested this assignment," Master Yuma said, her nerves causing her to walk even faster. "We mustn't be late." The two of you walked quickly through the luxurious hallway until you reached the lift that would take you to the penthouse, at the very top.

       When the lift had ascended and the doors opened, you saw Chancellor Palpatine sitting behind a large desk. Around him stood a handful of senators, Master Windu, and Master Yoda. You squeaked in surprise. Master Yoda was rarely involved in the briefing of your missions. Of course, neither was the Supreme Chancellor himself.

       "Ah, she is here," the Chancellor said, standing and opening his arms in welcome. "Yuma, lovely to see you as always."

       "Likewise, Chancellor Palpatine," Master Yuma responded, walking forward deferentially, one hand behind your back to guide you forward with her. You stumbled a bit.

       "And your charming Padawan," the Chancellor said amicably, turning to face you. "Y/N, isn't it?"

       "Yes, Chancellor," you said, mirroring Master Yuma's deference, "a pleasure to see you again."

       "I wish it were under better circumstances," the Chancellor said, sitting back down as you and Master Yuma joined the ranks surrounding the Chancellor's desk.

       "Agree with you on this course of action, I do not," Master Yoda entuned, looking over at you before returning his gaze to Chancellor Palpatine.

       "Y/N is certainly up to the task," Master Windu said firmly.

       "What task?" you asked, looking between your Masters, then back to the Chancellor.

       "We are taking a new approach to try to determine who is ordering these attacks on the senators of the Galactic Republic," Master Windu explained, his gaze harsh and determined. "The Chancellor has suggested a Jedi should impersonate a senator—one we believe is a likely target—in order to capture the attacker, to be taken in for questioning." You felt Master Yuma's unease grow in the Force.

       "And you believe that Jedi should be me?" you asked, putting two and two together. Master Windu pulled out a small holoprojector, setting it on Chancellor Palpatine's desk. A holo-image of a senator arose from its base.

       "This is Senator Voure," Chancellor Palpatine said, his voice kind, watching you attentively. "She is in staunch opposition to the Military Creation Act. She is currently off world, but has been expected to return to Coruscant later this afternoon."

       "Surely, you see the resemblance," Master Windu said, looking between you and the hologram. You squinted. Sure, Senator Voure was young, female, and petite. She had somewhat of a similar hair color to you. Other than that, though, you didn't think the two of you looked that much alike. Still, from far away, you could certainly pass for this woman.

       "So," you said, intuiting the plan, "it is I who will be...'returning' to Coruscant in her stead?"

       "Yes," Chancellor Palpatine said. "We believe having you impersonate Senator Voure will serve the dual purpose of keeping her safe, and allowing the Jedi Order the opportunity to discover more about the mysterious figurehead behind these attacks."

       "Using her as bait, you mean," Master Yuma said, weaving a protective arm around you, looking cross.

       "Your Padawan is more than capable of handling herself," Master Windu told Master Yuma. "She has proven herself a worthy adversary, to any bounty hunter who might try to engage her."

       "Proven herself, she has," Master Yoda said, looking up at you with his wise old face. "But force her to do this, we must not."

       "Y/N," Master Yuma asked, looking at you with wide eyes. "Do you agree to this?" You thought it over for a moment, reaching out with the Force, feeling the room. You shivered. For some reason, it was colder in here than it had been outside. You looked down at the hologram of Senator Voure, and thought about what the creation of an Army of the Republic might mean.

       "Yes," you said, looking up at Chancellor Palpatine. "I'll do it."

Anakin could barely see through the storm in his head. He ran through the hallways of the Temple, struggling to stay upright, his limbs not wanting to move, though his mind desperately needed to get him there, to get closer.

       He'd heard about the bomb. He didn't understand it. What had you been doing on that ship, a senator's ship? He'd seen you in the breakfast hall just this morning. What had happened to you? Were you okay? What if you weren't? What if the last interactions he'd had with you had been in anger? What if he'd spent the last few weeks since Serenno ignoring you, and now you were gone? His insides felt like a scream; his arms and legs felt like fire. He felt he could burn this whole Temple to the ground, without meaning to, just by being here, just by feeling this way.

       No, he told himself sternly, forcing his feet to move, one after the other, up the stairs, over to the western wing of the Temple, where the medical chambers were. You would be okay. He couldn’t let himself burn up completely. Not yet. What if you needed him? He had to keep moving.

       He burst into the medical chamber, alarming the droid who stood at the doors, ignoring its questioning as he raced past empty beds, into the next room, the room where they kept critical patients. His heart turned to stone. There you were, laying in the bed, tubes strapped to your face and arms, your head bandaged. And Obi-Wan, turning towards him from your bedside, his hands coming up, palms forward, as if to stop Anakin from coming any closer, as if in a vain attempt to calm him.

       "What happened!?" Anakin demanded, striding the length of the room, almost crashing into Obi-Wan's outstretched arms.

       "She's going to be fine," Obi-Wan said, his voice quiet, calm, and even, as always. Anakin breathed deeply, blinking his eyes and trying to get oxygen into his lungs.

       "She's...going to be...?" Anakin sputtered, looking at you, laying in that bed with your eyes closed, air flowing through a tube to your nose. What were you wearing? Instead of your usual Jedi tunic, you were wearing what appeared to be a stately gown, yellow and pink, in a fine material that barely covered your shoulders. Anakin gawked, trying to understand the juxtaposition of this outfit with your bandages and the hospital environment.

       "She's going to be just fine," Obi-Wan said again, putting his hands on his Padawan's shoulders, trying to steady him as if he were a bucking rancor. Anakin heaved deep breaths, watching you, turning back to Obi-Wan.

       "You're sure?" Anakin asked, his voice cracking.

       "Positive. The medics have confirmed she'll make a full recovery." Obi-Wan gestured for Anakin to sit in the chair on the other side of your bed, and Anakin threw himself into it reluctantly.

       "What happened? I heard a senator's ship was attacked. Why—"

       "Senator Voure's ship landed on a hangar that was rigged with explosives," Obi-Wan explained carefully, watching Anakin as if afraid he were the one about to explode.

       "Why was Y/N on the senator's ship?" Anakin asked, his breath still coming fast, wiping his sweaty hands on his knees.

       "Because," Obi-Wan said, sighing, looking Anakin in the face, "Y/N was impersonating Senator Voure. We expected the senator would be on the receiving end of something like this—"

       "So you put Y/N in there on purpose? You knew the ship would be attacked, and you allowed her to get on it?" Anakin asked, his anger rising in him, looking at his Master in disbelief.

       "I didn't put her anywhere," Obi-Wan said, his face sympathetic. "Chancellor Palpatine consulted with the council, who recognized an opportunity—"

       "Using Y/N as bait? Putting her up for the separatists like a Yala for slaughter?" Anakin bellowed, waving his hands in the air.

       "Anakin, you've got to calm down. Everything is okay," Obi-Wan said, his eyebrows upturned, feeling truly sympathetic for his Padawan.

       "Why wasn't I informed of this plan?" Anakin huffed, his nostrils flaring.

       "I wasn't even informed until after the fact," Obi-Wan said, keeping his voice calm and even, trying, it seemed, to soften the blow of this revelation. But Anakin didn't feel calmed—he felt spiky, angry, as if he were erupting. How could the council make such a heartless and selfish decision? Did they really care more about finding information than they cared for your own life?

       "Uohhr..." you emitted softly, turning your head from one side to the other on your pillow. The noise you'd made evaporated Anakin's anger. It still hung, in the air around him, but it was no longer concentrated, no longer the most important emotion he was feeling. Anakin immediately took one of your hands in both of his, the hand that was not strapped to the machines near your bed.

       "She's only mildly concussed, with a few bruises to her ribs," Obi-Wan said quietly, watching Anakin carefully. "They gave her pain relief, which is sedating her, but she should be out of here in a few days, and fully back to normal in a few weeks." Anakin nodded, not taking his eyes off you. What could he say to you, when you awoke? That he had been childish? He was still angry at you, even now, for your inability to face him, your inability to own up to your own feelings. If it was a rejection you were holding back—if he really meant nothing to you outside of friendship—Anakin could take it. But you wouldn't even give him that, and it frustrated him, that you withheld yourself so firmly. He didn't understand it. But it didn't matter, now. Anakin felt his face flushing in embarrassment and fear, wondering how you would react to him when you awoke, wondering whether you were angry with him. He supposed he would find out soon enough.

You felt a softness around you, a physical softness, but a softness that was also in the air, in the vibrations of energy surrounding your motionless form. There was even a softness inside of you, making all of your limbs feel fuzzy. You felt the physical softness to be pillows. You smiled, moving your head against their pleasant surface, feeling the softness in the air swell at the same time. You stretched your arms, but met resistance—you felt your hand moving out of an enclosure, the warm, hard edges surrounding your hand falling away, and felt some kind of string pulling back on your other arm. You frowned.

       You opened your eyes, and felt the softness in the air fall away, dissolve into a nervous, distant energy. The softness of the bed and the pillows remained, and you blinked, trying to sort out your surroundings. It was very bright in here, and your eyes felt a bit watery.

       "Y/N?" you heard a familiar voice say, and you blinked again, trying to get your eyes to focus.

       "Obi-Wan?" you asked softly, surprised to hear how feeble your voice was.

       "I'm here," you heard Master Obi-Wan say. "How are you feeling?"

       "Soft," you said, sighing, leaning your head back and blinking your eyes some more. You heard Master Obi-Wan chuckle.

       "That's good," Obi-Wan said, and you heard the smile in his Force presence. You looked around, and saw his face smiling down at you, his familiar beard and long hair glistening from the bright lights on the ceiling.

       "Where's Master Yuma?" you asked blearily, looking around. It was then that you saw Anakin, and you breathed in, the softness you felt giving way to a spiky feeling, an embarrassed hurt, a useless fear. Anakin was sitting back in his chair, his body leaned away from you, as if to create distance, but he was looking at you earnestly. You felt a mix of worry, fear, affection, and that familiar anger behind his eyes, but you also felt other things, and, as usual, you couldn’t sort through them. You flushed, a hint of anger entering your own presence. Why was he here, when he had refused to even speak to you for the last two weeks? What did he have to say for himself?

       "She went to speak with the council," Master Obi-Wan said, in answer to your question, looking at Anakin, then back at you. "Y/N, do you remember what happened?" The soft feeling in your veins was fading, and you thought back, trying to remember the morning.

       "The ship was attacked," you said slowly, remembering putting on Sentaor Voure's clothes, boarding the ship in a discreet location, and then landing on the senator's hangar. You flushed, realizing you were still wearing this gown, one that left much of your shoulders on display. You reached for the medi-blanket, pulling it up to your chin.

       "The hangar was rigged with explosives," Master Obi-Wan said seriously. "Master Yuma is asking the council to call off this assignment, given the circumstances."

       "But this attack proves that our strategy is working!" you protested, trying to sit up in bed, but feeling a pain in your ribs. "We just need to be smarter about this. We can't quit now."

       "Y/N, you could have died, had you been positioned differently on that ship," Master Obi-Wan said, and at his words, Anakin leaned forward in his chair, looking back and forth between you and Obi-Wan.

       "I didn't die, and I’m not going to," you said defiantly. "We just need a better plan. We're so close to discovering—"

       You were interrupted by the doors of the medical bay opening, and Master Yuma striding through them.

       "I'm glad to see you're awake," Master Yuma said, striding over to your bedside and hugging you gingerly, then stepping back and kissing the top of your head. "How are you feeling?"

       "I feel fine," you said, watching Master Yuma carefully, trying to understand the agitation you felt in her Force presence. "What did the council say?"

       Master Yuma responded by giving Master Obi-Wan an incensed look. "They believe we should send you off world," Master Yuma said slowly, through gritted teeth. "As the senator. They think doing so will force whoever is behind these attacks to send bounty hunters, rather than using more crude forms of killing, like explosives."

       "We'll go with her, then," Master Obi-Wan said, looking at Master Yuma with pleading eyes. "As her Jedi escort. That's believable, that the Republic would assign Jedi to her tail, after an attempted assassination."

       "The council believes," Master Yuma said, her nostrils flaring, "that sending well-known Jedi Knights will cause the attackers to resort to more dangerous alternatives, in their attempts to harm her."

       "They want us to send her alone?!" Master Obi-Wan said, incredulous. "We can't do that."

       "I'm fully capable of going on a mission alone," you said defiantly, trying and failing to push yourself up on your pillows.

       "But with an attempted assassination—" Master Obi-Wan objected, turning to you.

       "They've agreed," Master Yuma said, her voice calming, though only slightly, "to allow us to send a Padawan to accompany her." Everyone in the room was quiet, as all turned to look at Anakin. Anakin flushed scarlet.

       "I don't know..." Anakin started, sounding uncomfortable. Your face grew hot with anger. These were the first words you'd heard him say in weeks. Did he hate you so much that he refused to go on an assignment with you?

       "I can go alone," you said flatly, turning back to your Masters.

       "You'd rather her remain unprotected?!" Obi-Wan asked, turning to his Padawan incredulously.

       "Of course not," Anakin said, looking at the ground, pulling on a thread of his tunic's sleeve.

       "Unprotected?" You asked, the volume of your voice rising. "What do you think I am, a youngling?"

       "I am more than certain you can take on any attacker, Y/N. What worries me is how much is still unknown..." Obi-Wan cut himself off, fingering something in his pocket.

       "The Chancellor himself suggested Anakin accompany you," Master Yuma said, "and I'm not about to disagree. We don't know what we're facing here, Y/N. If you have to impersonate the target of an assassination attempt, I'd rather you do so with a companion."

       You sat there, pouting. You would have crossed your arms, had one of your wrists not been hooked up to an IV.

       "Anakin?" Master Obi-Wan said expectantly, looking at his Padawan. The two of them seemed to have some kind of silent conversation. There was a lot of complexity in the emotions involved. You tried to parse through it, but gave up. What did it matter, why Anakin didn't want to be around you? That was his problem. You were done worrying about his insolence.

       "Okay," Anakin agreed, sighing, the defiance in his Force presence turning to a deep sadness. This confused you even more. "When do we leave?"

       "In a few days," Master Yuma answered, watching your face. "Once Y/N has recovered. You'll be departing to Levangé, Senator Voure's home world. There, you will pretend to be the senator, hiding out at one of their political safehouses."

       "What's that?" you asked Master Obi-Wan, seeing him fingering something small in his hands. He started, as if he were unaware of his movements, deep in his thoughts.

       "The pursuer dart," Obi-Wan explained reluctantly.

       "The one that tried to kill Senator Grano?" you asked, crinkling your eyebrows.

       "And you, if you remember correctly," Master Obi-Wan said, sighing. "Look at this." He held the broken pieces of the pursuer dart out for you to look at, fingering them carefully. You had to squint, but you could see the small, mysterious markings on the side of the dart.

       "What does it mean?" you asked, breathing, looking back up at Obi-Wan.

       "We aren't sure," Master Yuma said. "But while you two are on Levangé, we plan to find out."

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BEAUTIFUL WORK!!! !!! !!! SO STUNNING!!!

Master Yuma from @anakinskywalkerog ‘s My Very Soul 🥰

I love her. She is mom.

Also, other versions that I also couldn’t decide between:

WHAT A THIRSTY QUENCHER

TOUCH || (carmy x f!reader) [request]

Request: Jealous!Carmy 

Touch || Carmy x f!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Content: 18+/Smut/MDNI

Tags: jealousy/possessive!Carmy, hair pulling, established past relationship, oral sex, drinking/intoxication, light angst. (they’re exes who aren’t over each other which makes it spicier).

Note: I barely ever write any jealousy-type things so hopefully this is still fun to read. (ending is opening to interpretation lmao)

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Jimmy’s wife, Adriana, always threw an extravagant holiday party. (“It’s a Christmas party, honey. Not holiday.” She’d always say whenever you asked about it). You were used to going after your brief time working at The Bear combined with the longer period of dating Carmy. You broke up in November, but Adriana still expected you there.

The risk of seeing Carmy was high, but the risk of pissing off Adriana was higher if you didn’t go.

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IDK, but if they ever ask if it's the Republican way, say "eww, gross" with a look of disgust

Works well

how do i make it clear I like The Punisher in a whore way not the republican way

This is my new vibe.

Yoda voice: a whore for this man, I am

One Shot: Bored//Obi Wan X Reader

Summary: y’all it’s just smut inspired by a blurb by the amazing @obitwo

Warnings: smut, ridding, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral, dom/sub if you squint, Reader is a bit of a brat, Unprotected sex. (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!)

A/n: I KNOW I said I would write more of the Forever Series next but I’m still procrastinating on that and @obitwo wrote a really awesome blurb and now I’m here… hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2K

The evening Coruscant sun shown through the windows of your spacious apartment, casting a soft yellow glow on everything it touched. You laid sprawled out on the bed, ankles crossed, halfheartedly flipping through the pages of a book. You peaked over the top of your novel and stared at Obi Wan who sat across the room working at the desk, his back to you.

You observed with great interest the way the sunlight brought out the highlights in his soft golden hair, how his large strong hands delicately handled the pen in one hand and flipped pages with the other.

Oh the things those hands can do to me! You thought to yourself, remembering the way his rough calloused fingers felt against your skin.

“Darling,” He said, not turning around. “I can feel you watching.” You sighed, placing your book down before swinging your legs off the side of the bed and standing up. You sauntered over to Obi Wan and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m bored.” You murmured into the warm skin of his neck as you placed delicate little kisses down his collar, the coarse hair of his beard scratching your cheeks.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He said nonchalantly, still concentrating on the task at hand.

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This series was a gift to read and I appreciated every moment.

HoM: FINALE

Warnings: mentions of death, fluff, and so many emotions

Summary: Obi-Wan an yourself are tasked with taking Luke to Tatooine to be with his family.

A/n: this is it, guys… it’s been one hell of a ride, and I’ve enjoyed it all. Thank you for the best summer of my life, and for all the support you’ve given me.

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

(Please buy me a coffee, i beg… i’m exhausted)

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This was it, the last mission.

No more fighting, no more loss, and no more war. It was all over, and all that was left would be to deliver this newborn baby in your arms to the people who would become his family. He was so small, so helpless, and unknowing of all that had transpired to enact this circle of events.

When Obi-Wan told Master Yoda about the unfortunate tragedy concerning the fruit of your womb, the old Jedi looked forlorn. He felt sorry for Kenobi, for though he had broken the law of the order and the code that all Jedi resided by, he had been happier with you than he ever was before you entered his life. You were the source of his strength, his better half, and hearing the news that some big part of his happy future had been destroyed before he even got a chance to be excited about it, well, Yoda knew it couldn’t be easy. His compassion was something felt in the room by both Obi-Wan and Yoda.

Since then, your master was by your side through every waking moment. Every step of recovery, he was there. Even when the medical droids told him he may want to excuse himself, for the sights would be hard to handle, he stayed next to you, holding your hand and whispering his love into your ear. You’d bled for several days after the procedure, and though it was normal, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but worry himself. He’d almost lost you, and he already lost his son, whom he’d barely been able to sense and come to know while he was within your body. It should have been too soon to tell, as the pregnancy only lasted the duration of a month and a half, but deep down, he felt it, he knew. He would have had a son.

Watching you sit beside him on Senator Organa’s ship, holding close and soothing a baby boy, his heart was in pain. This was only temporary, and once Luke was with his real family, you would probably feel the affects of it, too.

You were so good with him, the baby. You looked as though you were his own mother, and following this train of thought, he almost believed you were, but then he followed his thoughts to conclusion, and it only hurt him more. Luke wasn’t yours, and he wasn’t Obi-Wan’s. He was Anakin’s and Padme’s, who were now both dead and lost to the force. That was the most devastating of all. They would never get to see their children grow, never get to meet them or raise them the way they had planned. The dark side ruined many a thing, and in just a few days, it ruined thousands of lives forever.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off of the sweet little baby boy. He was precious, his tiny hand wrapped around your thumb and his sleepy eyes beginning to close from the long journey. You were afraid that if you removed your gaze for even a moment that he would stir and his rest be disrupted. It wasn’t until you sensed horrible sadness and grief from the man beside you that you were able to pay attention to anything else.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, turning only slightly to see his heavy expression. It weight on him, and aged him. He looked ten years older just by the look, which couldn’t be changed right now.

He didn’t answer with words, giving an unconvincing nod to you with a fake and dull smile, which instantly was dropped after you looked back to Luke.

“Obi, please talk with me. I know I’m not alone in all of this, but when you put on that face and try to be brave,” you furrowed your brows and felt a lump rising in your throat. How many times could a woman cry in her life? If there was a limit, you were sure you’d soon pass it, if you haven’t already. “It makes me feel like I am… I need to feel this with you.”

He took you in his arms, careful of the baby in yours, and moved you closer to him, allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck while he held you and Luke against him, tightly. You did not shed any tears, like you previously had expected to, but the pain in your chest still remained.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, closing his eyes and focusing soley on you. On your signature, on your body within his comforting hold, and the uneven pattern of your breath, the way it stuttered ever so often to avoid racking a sob. He wanted to cry a million times since everything had happened, but men don’t cry, they stay strong and they hold a stoic position for the sake of the people they love. That’s what he believed, although it wasn’t true. “There has just been so much.”

You understood. Ignoring it wasn’t going to make it go away, but it sure as hell would be easier. To ignore all the facts, and to treat this as any other mission when you knew it would very well be your last. It would keep the sadness at bay, even if for just a little while, but it wouldn’t keep you happy. There would constantly be a nagging feel upon your heart, that you knew was because of disaster, but chose to avoid the chaos that came with it. Emotionally, it would turn you inside out until all that was left would be the chaos and grief.

“It’s a lot to take in, but if we don’t, we’ll eventually suppress everything else, too,” you knew he was taking this harder than you were, because you’d sensed it within him as soon as you both sat down in the small room of the ship. “We have to acknowledge the bad things in order to keep the good things in our memory.”

He, for a split second, actually smiled at your words. You always amazed him, your profoundness was a force to be reckoned with on its own, not to mention the hundred of other fantastic attributes he knew were buried within the wide expanse of your personality.

“How did you get so wise?”

Another smile, but from your own face this time.

“I have a wonderful Master who taught me everything I know,” you pressed a kiss on the skin of his neck, more littered in hair from his beard than usual. It was scruffier than he normally wore it, but as always, you thought he looked beautiful.

“You are way beyond anything I could have ever taught you, my love.”

-

Luke was gone, out of your arms and now in the safeguarded ones of his aunt and uncle. Two lucky souls in whom would get to watch that baby grow up. Those who would witness his first steps, among other things, and raise him into an adult. They would get to live out the wishes of those who were responsible for Luke being born in the first place. They would be living out Padme’s dreams and highest hopes, along with everything Anakin had ever wanted.

When you first landed on Tatooine, you were immediately reminded of them, Padme and Anakin. It was with them that you came here to find his mother. It was with them that you finally acknowledged your feelings for Obi-Wan, and oh, how they had grown.

Now you were sitting on the edge of the bed in a room, unfamiliar to you, located inside a small Inn on the Mos Eisley territories. You were waiting for Obi-Wan to finish making arrangements for your newly acquired Eopie. He was taking longer than you thought it might take, but weren’t willing to move unless you had to. For the first time since that horrible day had taken place, you were able to just reflect. Thinking about the first life lost, Mak, the lives that were saved, Jocosta Nu and the youngling, and of course, the biggest losses. You’d lost every Jedi you ever knew, either dead or now on the run, never to be seen again. You lost your home, the temple, a great place of solace for someone of your gifts and capabilities to train and improve, and become higher with rank. You lost the clones, so many soldiers turned on you and the others. You’d known them or years, fought for the same cause and given them your trust. The names you thought about specifically right now were: Cody, Rex, Jesse, Fox, and Wolffe. The names you’d spoken the most, the ones you’d always remember. You wondered what would happen to them when this was all over. Clearly this tragedy wasn’t their doing. They were good, honest, and loyal. Never once did they falter in following orders or doing what was seen as right. Now, there were unforeseen forces controlling the legions, and making them do unspeakable things. You feared for their lives when they had served their purpose. You wanted so badly to try and reach them when the grounds were settled, but knew that if they were still out to get you, you could be putting yourself, Obi-Wan, and perhaps even Luke in danger.

Speak of the devil, Obi entered the room with haste, coming over to where you sat and taking your hands to help you off the bed. You stood up without hesitation, but when he lacked an explanation for why he then began pulling you towards the door, you planted your feet and stopped moving.

“What are you doing?” Your confusion laced voice did not deter him, he simply began pulling you along the next moment, though he had an answer this time, however obscure.

“Something I should have done a while back.”

It wasn’t direct, and gave no information, but you knew better than to question him when he started off on a tangent like this. He was determined, that was for sure. His speed as he pulled you along the walkways outside the Inn was not something you so soon expected of him. He was still worse for wear from the previous days behind him.

Once you reached a little building, you were no longer confused, but rather impacted by the sudden jolt of nerves that quickly built in the pit on your stomach. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it was quite joyful given the circumstances, and you followed him now with the speed and enthusiasm he held.

The building had a small sign outside the door that you read as you passed. The galactic basic spelled out to you ‘ordained clergy’.

By the time you made it to the back room of this place, there was a man, finely dressed considering the town, and seemed to be awaiting your presence. Had Obi-Wan already been here? Was this discussed before hand?

“You’ve returned,” the man said, answering both of your questions at once. He’d definitely spoken to the man. “This is her?”

“Yes, sir.”

The man approached you and gave you a warm smile. He reached his hand out for you to shake, and though it seemed weird at first, you shook it anyway. You’d have to get used to the different customs of this planet again. No one here would likely bow as a greeting, not like on Coruscant.

“Are you aware of this man’s intentions with you?” His question was met with a blush on your behalf, as you thought about what all of this meant.

“I am, now,” you looked to him with a slight look of surprise, but also one of genuine and pure happiness. This would be a happy day, despite all the horrors you had witnessed before it. You would be sad that your dearest friends would not get to watch the ceremony, as you did for them, but they would be with you in spirit, and you’d remember them happily.

“I know I didn’t ask you,” Obi-Wan was thrilled that you weren’t upset with him over this, because truly it was the only thing he could think of that could perhaps turn the thunderstorm into a rainbow filled sky. It wouldn’t last forever, the bright skies, but it would linger long enough to dull the pain, if even just for a moment. “But I can’t stand not being married to you for another day. I saw the sign and I-“

“I know,” you cut him off, turning back to the ordained man and nodding to him, as if to tell him you were of sound mind and were ready to take the steps needed to finally join yourself to the man you loved.

He brought you to the front of the room, having you first repeat after him the certain vows that were needed in order to proceed. You couldn’t look away from Obi’s eyes the whole time. There was so much emotion. There was pain, there was anguish, and there was anger, though buried deep behind the blue irises, with just a hint of gold in the middle. Amongst it all, though, you saw the love he had for you, how deep it went, how unending it would be, for all the days of his life, he would love you. Until the end of time. His love and his joy of this moment overcame anything else he could feel right now. It would be felt later, and you’d be there by his side to help him through it, just as he would be for you.

The vows were not the ones you’d wanted to say, as they did not compare to the depth of what you needed to tell him. You would wait until later to spill the contents of your heart to him, to let him know all the things you’d never said before but had always thought about. He wanted to do the same for you, to ravish you with a poetic language like no other, to bring you to tears based solely on his feelings for you.

This moment, though surrounded by chaos, would become the most important of your life.

The man continued the ceremony for only minutes, but you felt it forever, as there was only one more part that you truly cared about. You wanted him to kiss you.

He always devoutly praised you through his kisses, and you were never one to complain, for they brought you to life and made you feel unlike anything that should be possible in the galaxy. Maybe you were so in love with him that anything else seemed drab in comparison, but no, you were a dyad in the force, a powerful duo that could not be stopped when they were together. Any battles you fight together shall be won, words that were once said to you my Mace Windu himself.

“With the authority ordained upon me, I now present you as man and wife.”

You thought you’d been the one anxious to kiss him, but he’d been the one to not even await the finished sentence before he tugged you by your hands against him, kissing you like it was his last day in the universe. He’d always lived each day as if it were his last, and this was no exception. Now that things were going to be different, he’d strive to make the best out of every hour if he needed to.

You melted in his arms while his lips danced against yours. It was deep and romantically synced, every movement bringing sweet bliss. This was love as it should be, persevering, consistent, and overall, true. Come what may, you would love him until your dying day.

You broke apart first, a thought on your mind that needed to be conveyed.

“All my life I never had a family name. I didn’t have a family. When people would ask, I could never give them an answer of what it was, because there wasn’t one… but now there is,” you swept a lose hair back into the other golden strands before breathing out and smiling.

He understood what you meant right away, and mimicked your giddy expression. He was more than filled with joy over this small aspect, only because it had made you so happy. He nodded to you, wanting to hear you say it aloud for him.

“I’m a Kenobi.”

-

A/N: Fin.

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SMITE ME DOWN

Matthew 6:9-13

Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader (no pronouns, no y/n)

wc: 2.9k

s: Matt realizes some things about you. And himself.

cw: RELIGION KINK, reciting prayers, sucking on crosses, smutty smut, kinda bratty!reader, dom!matt vibes, biting, teasing, fingering, no beta we die like whores

a/n: it's the scene this gif is from that changed me mind, body, and soul

The first time it happened, Matt thought it was a fluke. A coincidence. You were over at his place, laying in his bed, and he’d taken his shirt off. He was tired, you both were. Curling around you and feeling your body against his sounded like the perfect remedy for that. 

As his button-up dropped to the floor, the fragrance of your arousal filled his nose, catching him a bit off guard. This was far from the first time you’d seen him without a shirt on. He smirked nonetheless, his head cocking slightly as he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“See something you like?” As he got in bed next to you he could feel his necklace shifting against his skin, the gold cross warm after being against his skin all day. 

“Well, yeah,” you replied and he could hear the smile in your voice. Your hands were soon on his chest as you got closer. “You always look better without a shirt on.”

Then, you were straddling him, grabbing the gold cross around his neck and tugging at it until his lips were against yours. The scent of your arousal only got thicker and Matt’s arms went around you. He moaned gently as your tongue slipped in his mouth, his cock twitching beneath his underwear. 

When you grinded against him, still tugging at his necklace, he could feel the wet heat of your arousal soaking through the fabric of his boxers. Matt moaned again, this time out of pleasure and a bit of surprise. He’d never had trouble getting you wet but it usually took a little more than taking his shirt off and kissing you. 

For a moment, he tried to think back to if he’d done something different, something to get this reaction from you. Did he say something on the call during lunch? Had he been wearing something new? Were you ovulating? Did he—?

You grinded against him again and Matt’s hips jerked up, his cock fully hard now. Your hands found his erection, pulling it from his briefs and wrapping your fingers around the base. As you started moving your hand, Matt could no longer find a good enough reason to think about anything that wasn’t your skin against his.

—

When it happened again it was… harder to ignore. Matt was praying, which wasn’t something that happened often but it also wasn’t unusual. You had walked in on him without realizing. Your face felt hot at the intrusion and you couldn’t help but notice he didn’t have a shirt on, fuck— why didn’t he have on a shirt? How slutty can you be, Matthew? On your knees, praying, with no fucking shirt on? 

Your eyes landed on his bare back, then on the black cord around his neck, which you knew led to that simple gold cross. Your skin felt even hotter when his head tilted, indicating he very much knew you were there. You cleared your throat, averting your gaze.

“Uh, sorry,” you breathed, about to back out of his room when he smiled, his eyes opening. 

“It’s really not that big of a deal.” It was when he spoke that he realized how flustered he’d made you. He caught your taste on his lips, his tongue instinctively darting out over his bottom lip for more. 

He stood and your breath hitched at how his muscles tensed and shifted before he turned. You bit your lip at how his sweats hung on his hips and when you looked up at his face you could feel more want burning in your core. 

Matt was in front of you now, that teasing smirk still present. 

“Everything okay?” he asked and you clenched your jaw. You could here it in his voice, that he knew exactly how you felt and he was playing with you on purpose. 

“Yeah.” You made sure to keep your tone even. He reached up, adjusting the cross so it hung a little straighter, his fingers slowly trailing over it before he reached down, linking his fingers with yours. 

“You sure?”

That bastard. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Matt smiled before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek. His stubble brushed against your skin, his lips left behind just the tiniest damp spot, he paused and breathed you in, his exhale tickling your skin and sending a chill down your spine. You could feel your underwear getting wetter.

“Okay.” He pulled back, clearing his throat just a bit. “You staying the night?”

You hated him, you hated him, you were going to let him fuck you so hard. “Yeah.”

—

The last time was really more of a test than anything. Matt wanted to be sure before he brought it up. He didn’t want to make things awkward if he was wrong. Even though he felt pretty confident, he still really enjoyed toying with you. So, it was a win-win for him. 

You were sitting on his couch and he was in his bedroom, the door closed. He’d just gotten home from work and he was changing into something more comfortable. He kept his necklace on and pulled on a thin pair of gray sweatpants. The ones he knew you liked because they left ‘nothing to the imagination,’ according to you. 

He slid his door open, making a point of adjusting the cross as he walked past you and to the kitchen. Your eyes caught on him because how could they not. He was walking sin with his sweats hung so low, making it obvious he had no boxers on, and his flushed lips pulled up in that cocky smirk he loved to tease you with. 

“You hungry? I could make us something or order takeout if you’d rather that.” He opened the fridge, grabbing a beer and popping the top off. 

“Takeout sounds good,” you murmured, your eyes unable to find their way to his face. His abs tensed and that golden cross shifted gingerly against his chest. 

“Okay, where from?” Matt couldn’t find it in himself to hide his smile as he walked closer. He leaned forward against the back of the couch, one arm resting in front of his chest and the other still holding his beer. His necklace swung back and forth. 

“Um….” You gritted your teeth, your cheeks heating up before you whispered, “You are such an asshole.”

Matt’s eyebrows raised and your face felt even hotter. While you meant to say that to yourself, there was no such thing when it came to him. 

“You wanna try that again, sweetheart?” His tone was just a tad condescending and your mouth opened as you struggled for words. Then, feeling resilient, you glared and grabbed his bottle, pulling it from his hands and sitting it on the table with a resounding thunk. 

“I said—” you got on your knees on the couch, “you are such—” you grabbed the cross, yanking him forward, inches from your face, “—an asshole.”

You crashed your lips to his, still tugging the cord of the necklace taut. You reached up and carded your fingers through his hair, moaning as his tongue invaded your mouth. Your trailed your hands down his torso, palming over his half-hard cock. Matt’s hands slid under your shirt before he pulled back to tug it off. 

“Y’know, you could’ve just said something,” he purred, his lips trailing down your neck and across your chest. 

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean,” you replied coyly. Matt chuckled before nipping at your skin, drawing a gasp from you. 

“Really? Well, we could stop, if that’s the case.” He pulled away completely, a grin breaking his face, and you made a noise of disapproval, grabbing his necklace again. 

“Goddamn it, Matthew.” You leaned forward and he let you press your lips to his just a moment. You could feel his hand going over yours, encouraging it to uncurl before he leaned down. He trailed kisses over your forearm, then your wrist, before finally pressing his lips to the cross. 

You held back a moan, your eyes glued to him as he kissed it again, his lips also brushing against your palm. He let go of your hand to push you back, encouraging you to lay against the cushions. In one swift motion, he was over the couch and between your legs. You rolled your eyes. 

“Show off.” 

Matt laughed, roughly grabbing your thigh and hiking your leg over his waist. “I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t like it, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to reply something snarky but you paused when your eyes caught on the cross swinging back and forth between you. You caught it on your mouth, biting on the cord before tugging Matt closer. 

Matt’s eyebrows raised when he heard a gentle sucking sound come from your lips. “Are you—?”

His breathing hitched when you moaned, you hand palming over his cock that was now desperately straining against his sweats. He swallowed roughly, trying not to moan as you continued to suck on the crucifix. You started rocking your hips against his and you grabbed his hand, moving it to your chest. Matt realized that he had stilled, mesmerized by the sounds you made. He could feel his cock throb with want and his eyes rolled back, his lids shutting completely. 

“Christ,” he breathed. You let go of the necklace, letting it lazily fall from your mouth. 

“Language, Matthew,” you chided and he scoffed. 

“You….” He huffed. “I didn’t think I’d be enjoying this as much as you but I definitely am.”

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “You like it because it feels wrong and that’s one of your favorite things to do.”

Matt raised his eyebrows at you and you giggled, tugging at the cord one more time. “Don’t act like I’m wrong.”

Matt shook his head. “I’m not.”

—

He couldn’t get it out of his head, the sounds your mouth made and how overbearing your scent became as soon as you pulled at his necklace. He couldn’t stop thinking about how your heart had skipped a beat when he pressed his lips to the cross. His couldn’t help when his thoughts would wander to how the walls of your cunt had fluttered around his cock when the emblem caught between you both as he had pulled you up into a kiss.

Matt woke up the next morning painfully hard. You were on your back next to him, sleeping soundly. That gold cross seemed to burn into him now and a blush spread over Matt’s chest as he shifted to his side. That heat spread up his neck and over his face as an idea popped into his head. 

He reached out, finding your side and letting his fingers travel over your naked body. He started tracing small shapes on the inside of your thigh, his cock throbbing as a moan escaped you. Matt licked his lips, his fingers traveling up further between your legs. He continued to tease until he could hear your heart rate accelerating, letting him know you were awake. 

You sighed contently and Matt smiled at you, his head tilting up. “Good morning, angel.”

You hummed, your breath catching at the sight of his erection. The head of his cock was red, pre-cum leaking from the tip as it twitched, desperate for attention. Slick flooded between your legs and Matt moaned, making you glance up to see a lazy smirk pulling at his lips, his eyes half-lidded. 

“Need you,” he breathed and you bit your lip as his fingers teased at your entrance. He swallowed, seeming to compose himself as got closer to you. “I wanna try something with you.”

“What?” you asked, your fingers ghosting over his chest.

“I want you to pray to me,” he murmured. Your heart pounded and your eyes widened. 

“What?”

You searched his face for any sign of a joke only to have complete sincerity reflected back at you. You breathing hitched as two of his fingers pushed inside you, stopping when he got one knuckle deep. 

“The Lord’s Prayer, recite it to me.” His voice was like honey, sweet and thick, wrapping around you. “Be a good girl, pray to me.”

“What do I get in return?” you asked, trying to rock your hips against him only to feel him pull his hand back. 

“You get what I think you deserve.” He grabbed your side, pulling your body flush to his, trapping his cock between you. His hand found it’s way back between your legs, drawing another moan from you as he ghosted over your clit. “You want more, sweetheart?”

You nodded fervently. “Please.”

“Then pray.” His fingers swirled around your clit in languid motions. It was just enough friction to make you want, need, more. You exhaled, heat spreading through your body as you began. 

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” Your voice was breathy, becoming uneven as his fingers curled inside your pussy. “Thy kingdom come, thy will— fuck.”

Matt’s fingers brushed against your g-spot and he smiled. “That’s not how it goes, angel.”

“Matt,” you whined and he shook his head. 

“Start over.” He massaged your clit with his thumb, his fingers curling but not moving like you so desperately wanted them to. 

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name—”

His fingers started moving in and out of you, picking up speed as you continued. 

“—thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us— oh, Matt—” You could feel that coil starting to twist inside you and as you tried to rock your hips against his hand, Matt pulled away completely, making you cry out. 

“You can’t stop, angel. Again.” You bit your lip to hold back a whine and he grabbed your leg, pulling in over his waist. You gasped when you felt the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “C’mon, sweetheart, be a good girl for me.”

Your chest heaved, your arms snaking around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. You could feel how his hips rocked into you as you slipped your tongue in his mouth. You both moaned, his hand coming up to hold your face. He bit your bottom lip, tugging gently before he pulled away. He pushed you back into the bed, suddenly over you as he lined himself up with your cunt. 

He paused, his head tilting up to you as he waited. You whined in frustration and he smirked, shaking his head, refusing to give in to you. 

“Our Father, who art in heaven—” he pressed inside you, moaning softly, “hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done—” 

You gasped as Matt rocked his hips into yours, the cross on his necklace swinging between you. “—on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us of our trespasses—” Matt moaned, his pace getting faster, his head dipping closer to your ear. 

“—as we forgive those who trespass against us.” You paused, your brows scrunching together as you felt an orgasm curling inside you. You clung to Matt as he got faster, his moans hot and heavy in your ear. You bit your lip hard to resist saying his name and your eyes widened when you realized he was slowing down. 

You whined, squeezing your eyes closed. 

“And lead us not into temptation—” Matt’s hips snapped against yours, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. You cried out, your nail digging into his back. Matt’s teeth bit into the crook of your neck, a firm reminder to finish what you started. “—but deliver us from evil— oh, God—” 

Your eyebrows knitted together as your orgasm built, your back arching as the tension pulled tighter. 

“For the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours—” Matt growled, his lips pressed to your ear and his breathing heavy as he reached his climax.“—now and for ever.”

He groaned, his hips stuttering as you cried out, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. Your body shook as your orgasm took over, Matt’s cock throbbing inside you as his cum painted the inside of your cunt. He pressed open-mouth kisses down your neck, whispering your name over and over as he rode out his high. 

Warmth rushed over you as his thrusts slowed to a stop. He stayed buried inside of you, his face resting tucked beneath your chin. You let your eyes close, a smile forming on your lips as that comforting haze hugged your body. 

Once Matt’s breathing returned to normal, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling out. He laid next to you, immediately pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. You both settled in the silence, neither of you completely sure what to say. 

You pressed absentminded kisses to his chest, drawing a chuckle from him when you spared one to his necklace. 

“That was, um….” You glanced up to see Matt smile, you returning the gesture as a blush painted his face. “That was fun.”

You laughed. “Fun?”

Matt hummed approvingly and you grinned, nuzzling into his shoulder. 

“That’s certainly a word for it, Matthew.” You nipped at his collarbone and you felt his fingers tracing circles into your back. There was a pause while you played with his necklace, gently tugging at the crucifix. “You gonna tell your priest about this one?”

Matt scoffed, his eyes rolling despite his smile. “No, I don’t think I will.”

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a/n: i will not be apoligizing for how poorly this is written lmfao

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tw. religion kink, worship kink, corruption kink, pussy eating, and afab!reader

nsfw — 18+ up!

may the maker know that obi-wan tried—he truly tried his best. there was just no winning with you, and if he were to be the loser, he’d never win again in his lifetime.

you had been truly enamored with him since the mission he’d taken for you all the years ago on coruscant. he’d merely guarded you for a few years, meant to keep sentinel outside your door as your life was being threatened by foreign diplomats. from those years you’d spent together, you’d spend most of it at his side—curiously inquiring about his life outside of watching your every move.

he’d thought it was a crush. they came and they went and obi wan could feel your feelings along the force as sharp spikes of nerves whenever he was around. the soft lull of content whenever he began to play into the games of wonderment about the life of a jedi knight.

oftentimes he’d hear other jedi mentioning the differing diplomats and their wanton expressions of desire to the jedi—some even found solace in the bedchambers of those they watched if they so fancied. obi-wan thought he was above it all.

maker, he had been so good—and yet here he was.

here, face buried in the silkiest robes adorning your legs, draped around your figure like you were being presented to him. as if you were only meant for him, to only know the feeling of his tongue as it dragged along the sweet wetness if your pussy. he went slow, dragging slowly so he could taste everything. stars, you were divine.

when you’d re-presented yourself to the jedi knight, he’d taken your sexual advances as nothing more than you being forward. it had been the first time you’d whispered the things you had wanted him to do to you that had begun to break down his walls. it was the second time you’d moaned his name from inside the room he stood vigil at that he’d truly felt as a madman did. so close to knowing what that little curiosity would feel like, and yet hopelessly, tirelessly trying to resist the pull he’d felt towards you.

eventually, the feeling of his hand gingerly pressing against the tightness in his pants just wasn’t enough and he’d breathlessly interrupted a sight meant only for the eyes of a true sinner.

his hands were gripping your thighs, holding as if you were a dream that would fizzle into space should he not clasp you tightly enough. his eyes flicked to your silhouette, watching with a fervent eye the way you tipped your head back—a moan was silently leaving your lips, but he drank in the way your neck bared to him. earlier, he’d spent his time kissing along the smoothed skin just below your ear, but he’d found a far better use of his mouth.

he wondered, once, if a jedi’s vow of non-attachment made any sort of sense. for surely, he’d be able to make impartial decisions in the interest of the general good but now, tongue buried deep in something he finds akin to finding paradise, he knew any and all vows he’d made were null and void. to continue tasting the heavenly wetness of your bared cunt was something he’d do anything for—the thought marginally tore a hole through everything he’d ever learned.

“obi-wan," your lips whispered his name, and he felt his cock ache gently at the need dripping from your words, “i-i can’t— you have to let me come— please—!”

he hummed softly, adjusting his grip to firmly grasp your hips to prevent you from bucking your pussy into his mouth. he was lightly circling your clit with his tongue, and every time you moved your hips, it ruined the rhythm he was trying to create—something to allow you over the edge gently. he should have known you’d want something bigger, something louder.

your moans ricocheted against the marble walls, each one bouncing back and spurring obi wan on. all he knew was giving you pleasure, and he had always been devoted to doing his job.

he let his mouth circle your clit, his pointer and middle finger pushing inside of you as he felt your hands fly to his hair. your fingers gripped his hair, eyes screwing shut tightly.

obi-wan allowed his fingers to push in and out of the tight space of your pussy with a furrow of his brows, concentration completely on allowing you to climax. his sole purpose for living was to make you orgasm, to bring you to the edge of pleasure and insanity—to force you to chose between the options with a sick desire. he wanted to be the only one to bring you to your finish, to be the sole worshipper in a shrine built by his own hands of you.

you’d no idea of how the force worked, and truly neither did he despite years of studying it and honing it. but in a breath, a single moment, he knew everything there was to know about the force and intangible things just out of his grasp.

your orgasm ripped through the gentle tremors of the force in a cacophony of brilliant blue and green hues, hidden beneath the crescendoing cool tones was the softest hints of pink—a devotion that made obi-wan’s heart stutter.

your chest heaved, hand over your racing heart as obi-wan continued drinking in your continuing orgasm. your legs would occasionally flinch against his back as he continued to pepper your cunt in the devotion it deserved—prolonging pulling his mouth off. your hand was still in his hair, eyes lidded as you watched him drink up your come like a man dehydrated. stars, the look you were giving him alone could make him consider murdering to keep it on himself and him alone.

with the next few words you’d moan to him, a soft whisper against the deafening sound of obi-wan catching his breath, he felt himself harden to the point of pain.

“obi-wan,” you groaned his name, a prayer to the maker for salvation, “i need you to bed me so badly.”

obi-wan was nothing, if not good at his job of pleasing you.

I am OBSESSED over this beautiful and fucked movie

Ishioka creates a stunning, dynamic, and emotionally rich film that released Dracula from his iconic look through these costumes. For this masterful visual storytelling, Ishioka won the Academy Award for Costume Design in 1992.

BRAM STOKER’S DRACULA (1992) >> Costumes dir. Francis Ford Coppola costume design by Eiko Ishioka

That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can’t recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.

BRAD PITT as LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) dir. Neil Jordan

Food Offerings to Hekate

By Sorita d'Este

Which foods were offered to the Goddess Hekate during rituals?

Sharing food with friends and family is a natural way of bonding and special celebrations, such as birthdays and religious festivals, have particular foods and drinks associated with it. Many of the foods associated with Hekate were given to her as an offering during religious rites, as part of ceremonies petitioning the Goddess or as part of the much talked about deipna (supper) offered to Hekate at the crossroads on the last day of the lunar month (i.e. the Dark Moon).

Many of the foods linked to Hekate in this way were also offered to other deities or formed part of official religious celebrations. For example water, oil and wine were libated to many of the Gods, and sesame was included in offerings to Artemis.  Other items, such as the Red Mullet fish which was offered to Hekate, seems to be more specific to this goddess usually because the thing has an exceptional quality which somehow links it with qualities also found in the Goddess. For example, another name for Red Mullet is Triglê, with Tri meaning three being a reference to the belief that this fish spawned three times a year.  The fish also had a unique quality of changing to a bright red colour when it was killed, a quality which earned it a place in lavish Roman banquets where it was killed as part of the feast before being cooked (see p.217 of Circle for Hekate, Vol.1).

Many of the foods on this list (first published in Hekate: Her Sacred Fires, 2010) are regional to the regions in which Hekate was worshipped, most formed a part of the diet of the people who lived in the area.  Some were rare and considered a delicacy reserved for those with the money to pay for it (including Triglê) while items were part of the staples most people would have had access to.  With this in mind remember that you can use the food available to you today as offerings, it does not have to be something from the regions in which she was worshipped to be authentic, the doctrine of signatures can help you identify other local foods.  I personally try to grow as many of the offerings I make on my own shrines – flowers, herbs and fruits, in my own garden.  Food is also not the only type of offering you can make to the Goddess,  I personally also offer incense made from resins, oils and woods, and my time.

FOOD.    NOTES

Amphiphon : A flat cheesecake surrounded by torches (candles)

Asphodel : Food for the restless dead

Barley : Both as grain and made into cakes

Basunias : A type of cake

Cheese : As she was sometimes shown with a goat-head, goats cheese might be appropriate

Eggs : Traditionally offered raw, may represent life force

Garlic : A traditional protection from the restless dead since ancient Egypt

Honey : A standard offering to chthonic deities and the restless dead

Magides : A type of loaf or cake of unknown shape and type.  Bread could be substituted

Milk : A standard offering to chthonic deities, again goat milk would be appropriate

Mullet : Fish were often included as a sacrifice to her, and mullet was particularly sacred

Olive Oil : A standard offering to chthonic deities

Onion : A traditional apotropaic offering

Psammeta: A sacrificial cake

Sesame : Seeds used in apotropaic Hekate spell

Sprat : Fish were often included in her rites as a sacrifice

Water : A standard offering to chthonic deities

Wine : A standard offering to chthonic deities

Further reading:

Hekate: Her Sacred Fires (various contributors), 2010.

Circle for Hekate, Vol.I, 2018

These are so good

Ok i’m having fun

the sadistic little smirk that appears after vader says “you didnt kill anakin skywalker… i did”. i am unwell. there’s not a single person in the entire galaxy as conflicted and in pain as vader is. both physical and emotional. he so freely admits that he’s the one that killed anakin, as if he’s proud of it, as if he didn’t want kenobi to take the credit. i am chewing glass because this is the central part of vader’s character. this is what makes vader the epitome of self-destruction and incredible self-awareness used for wrong purposes. he knows what’s he done. he revisits the memories of what he’s done. he revisits happy memories to feel the pain of not having that anymore. he is violence and pain and he has carefully crafted the monster he has become and he won’t let anyone take credit for it, not when he hates himself so much that hate spills from him, threatening to drown anyone that’s in his way because god knows he’s already drowned in it years ago. he’s in so much pain and he almost takes pleasure from it, because there is no one in the entire galaxy that he hates more than himself. and yet. he spares obi-wan the guilt of carrying anakin’s death on his shoulders because as much as vader denies it, he’s still anakin. and anakin wouldn’t want obi-wan to carry the guilt of something he hadn’t done, especially if it was vader who did it, proudly, because he sees anakin as a weakness that took everything away from him. god…this man… i am unwell

I've adored the moulin rouge references, one of my favorite movies.... I'm gonna cry if you pull the "the woman I love is dead" foreshadowing I'm sensing. I understand if you choose to rip my heart out.. I'll probably say thank you... Even if my fragile heart prefers a sweet ending.

House Of Memories (46/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: just fluff, enjoy it while it lasts

Summary: Padme is all too happy to keep you occupied on the ride to Naboo, and you find it very enjoyable.

A/n: I'M BACK BABIES HAHAHAHA any who, i am very much excited for the next few chapters as they are quite possibly the last chapters we're gonna get with happy times.... so enjoy it.

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The lift off was smooth as silk and given that this was a formal meeting on Coruscant, Padme had a personal pilot helping to make the trip. She was glad to rest in the luxurious seating area with you, and you were just happy to be on a ship for once that didn't have a million men on it. Not that you minded the clones, because you loved them dearly, each individual being considered family to you. It was simply nice to relax amongst a dear friend, to uphold civil and intelligent conversation.

"You must be relieved that the council now sees you fit for the trials," she commented, very invested in the story you'd told her, the one about your rather stressful adventure with Master Mace Windu. "It is about time they recognize your gifts."

"I am... excited, but also a little weary, as it may present new challenges of its own. Obi-Wan has trained me well, like he did for Anakin. The only problem is, I'm not Anakin."

Your weariness about the trials seemed to be getting you down, so as the fun, loving, dear friend that she was, it had to be her job to lift you up.

"You should not speak such things. Anakin, as wonderful as he is, doesn't have half the mind to think before he acts, which is a skill you have always possessed. I have no doubts that you will soar above all expectations," she complimented, and you smiled, looking off to a corner to remember what your Master told you. You could take the trials at your worst and still succeed.

"I hope you're right."

She could see that already the topic of conversation over the trials had grown tired, and you were not so keen on telling her more. It was natural for you to be nervous, sure. But to second guess yourself and the readiness of your being to take these trials and worry about failure should not be such a crucial think cycle for you. She was ready to change the subject, as there were far more interesting things she longed to know.

"I am, but since I've just had the thought to ask," she paused, scooting closer on the seat next to you and checking that the pilot's door panel was shut. "How are things with Obi-Wan?"

The smirk that crawled across her face was amusing, and you couldn't help but laugh, dropping your head to hide the blush that seeped over your cheeks. She was onto you, that was for sure. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, the smile never leaving your face as your raised it back to her.

"Things are very good."

She gasped, her eyes widening in excitement over your admission. She'd been hoping that perhaps if you both hadn't professed your undying love to one another before, this lovely trip could be the thing to move it along, but from your answer she could tell there was much more she had not been told.

"He told you?" She asked in excitement, practically bouncing on the cushion in which she sat to try and contain the emotion.

"Not exactly," you paused, laughing again at the memory, which seemed so dark at the time. "I told him."

"You've always been the bold one," she replied, although it was only partially true. Bold you were, yes, but not the bold one. Obi-Wan was very overly confident and fearless most often, you'd say that it was him. "When did this happen?"

You took in a deep breath before sighing it out. She was probably ready to hear about your sweet and romantic confession, likely in a place that you both held dear, but that was not what took place, so you laid it out for her straight.

"Remember the day of his funeral?"

She nearly choked on her own saliva at the surprise your words gave her. She nodded, her jaw slack, mouth unable to bring forth a response in words.

"I went to see him before it took place. I was unaware of the fact that it had all been a set up in a grand scheme, and I obviously didn't think he could hear me, but I told him I loved him," you shifted your glance to your hands as you let out the second part, unsure if you could handle yet another shocked reaction to your words. "And I kissed him."

"And... he knew?"

The complications of the memory were vague, and you didn't feel the need to explain all the tiny details about the nerve paralyzers, or the vital suppressants that Obi-Wan took to appear dead, so you answered as simply as you could.

"He did," you smiled, the happy part of the story now coming to light. "And when he came back, he told me he loved me too. Even after I had just slapped him."

She chuckled, understanding the exchange that took place was probably very emotional, but the way you'd said it was humorous. She was glad to hear it, that you'd both admitted the feelings. She had known Obi-Wan for a long time, and hoped that maybe he could find happiness, and when she met you, she somehow knew you were it. Even when the facts were not laid before her, she knew you made him happy in some aspect. Before, she brushed it off as perhaps just pride in the training he brought his Padawan, but now she could see it clear as day, he was in love.

"So, you're together then, I assume?"

Honestly, you had to ponder this for a moment. You'd never put a label on anything, because you didn't see the need in doing so. Your heart was not meant for another, and neither was his, and that was the purity of it all. The love was not to be labeled, to be contained or have a set expectation of what it should be.

"We haven't really discussed that part, actually. I suppose you could describe it that way," you furrowed your brows as you spoke, trying to put into words an explanation that didn't sound ridiculous. "Since that night, our relationship has been that of an idea... to love, and to be loved in return."

"That's beautiful," she said, her eyes going soft in admiration of you and Obi-Wan. She understood the problem of labels, as her marriage to Anakin lacked many of them. The Jedi Order was a complicated thing, and robbed you all of many simple commodities.

"To tell you the truth, I think I've loved him my whole life. Since the day I met him, he had something about him that made me drawn closer. It wasn't love at first sight; I believe I was too young to even grasp the concept at the time," you wanted to convey the feeling, and a moment later, you found the perfect words, and they flowed just as effortlessly, which meant they were the right ones. "Even though I'd never met him before, it was like a certain familiarity that came over me at the sight of him. Almost like saying 'oh, hello... it's you. It's going to be you.'"

"I imagine growing up beside him, it must have felt strange to finally realize what those feelings meant."

"Stranger than you could believe, but at the same time, it brought me a sort of peace to find it all out. It only drove me to work harder for his sake, I trained to protect him at all costs, and strived to make him happy whenever I could. It was the most important thing to me then, it still is."

All of this was being said for the first time aloud, and most of it was just your thoughts being voiced into the air, another pair of ears just so happening to obtain the information and her be in awe over it. Her relationship was something out of a storybook, but yours was something that was never heard of before. A cosmic force of love that connected two people in a beautiful way with only their minds, and their hearts. The intimacy in that was undeniable.

-

The ships were hovering closely over Naboo, and before landing, Obi-Wan stood in the hull of the cruiser with Cody, waiting for the giant ramp to be lowered. All the men that hadn't fallen asleep during the ride made themselves busy with gathering their belongings and preparing to disembark. This was the first time they had been invited to a formal event of any kind, and they were happy to be honored this way, as they had put in so much devotion to the protection they provided for the republic.

Obi-Wan was quite thrilled to let his men have a break. The tortures of war were far too many, and they had been the ones to see the worst of it.

"You look anxious," Cody said softly to his General, scanning his face for any other signals of his distress, or rather, impatience. "You'll be by her side again within minutes, you know."

Obi-Wan snapped his head to the Commander, unsure of what he meant by that. Surely, he was unaware, wasn't he? Even if he was, Obi-Wan couldn't really tell, as it was nearly impossible to read Cody when he set about such a stoic expression.

"I know."

His response was short, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything else in regard to Cody's comment. He was far too focused on keeping himself tuned into the ship, to hear the patterns in the engines, and the movements beneath his feet. He was simply just ready to be on the ground already, so he could be in your presence again. Cody had known exactly why he was so on edge, and he found that a little concerning, but also very endearing. He was glad to know the Commander knew him well enough to make assumptions like that.

When the ship touched down, Obi-Wan didn't even wait for confirmation from the pilot before he hit the button on the panel beside him, lowering the ramp to the ground.

"You don't waste any time, huh General?"

It was a bit mocking, and Obi-Wan only rolled his eyes at it, but it was true. He was not going to let a second of time stand in between you and him, because he'd been planning to give you something since before you left. A gift of sorts before the big celebration. He'd been hiding it from you for a while, now, and was awaiting the correct time to bestow it upon you.

As the men began to exit the craft in droves, Obi-Wan took only a single moment to admire the planet. The last time he was here, he was undercover, and unable to look upon the place in its full beauty. The sun was nearly set, with only the afterglow of its presence making the sky burst with orange and purple and pink shades. He looked across the landing pad, to see you standing with Padme, doing the exact same thing, looking upon the scene with the upmost attention. He took swift steps and was soon beside you, although it took you a moment to notice.

"How was your flight, little one?" he asked, a smile on his face just by being at your side again. He hated whenever he had to part from it.

"Absolutely divine, Master," you said sweetly. It was funny, even though you'd just told Padme everything about your unending love for the man, you couldn't seem to shake the habit of calling him master whenever other people were around. He of course, did not mind. You were addressing him, and that was all he thought of.

"I'm glad to hear it. Malady, I am very thankful to be here, as are all my men. Naboo has always been such a wonderful place to visit," he spoke, and you all fell into a slow stride towards the palace. She waved him off and shook her head.

"Please, it is our pleasure to host you all. We hope the troops will be comfortable in our accommodations, we were hoping it would all be to their liking."

"I assure you; they are already very happy just to be here, anything you've prepared will be perfect," he noticed that the walkway you all entered had been rather cleared out, with only an occasional staff member walking by. He nudged your hand with his before inconspicuously lacing your fingers together.

"It is my greatest hope that they will enjoy their stay, as well as the festivities planned. I may have forgotten to mention this earlier, but I have also arranged special accommodations for you both," she began, and it was almost comical how fast both yours and Obi-Wan's eyes met hers. "Tonight, I have a suite prepared for you, Master Kenobi, and I hope you'll forgive me, but I'll be requesting your Padawan to stay in my personal apartment."

You had been made aware of this arrangement on the flight here, and you knew she was plotting something, but you couldn't tell what. You only agreed with her on the terms of the accommodations for the night after this one.

"Of course, Malady," He replied, though only a small bit distraught by the news. It was true that he had had grown used to sleeping beside you, and often times he found himself unable to rest when lacking your presence, but he would never voice that aloud, nor protest her arrangement.

"It will only be for the night, as tomorrow evening, everyone will be moved into the lake country where the celebration is to be held. I've prepared a lovely villa for you that has a beautiful view of the water by the mountains."

Now, that sounded perfect.

"Thank you, senator, for everything. I'm truly grateful beyond words at your generosity," Obi-Wan let out. He had called the young woman by her name several times in his life, and yet, in this moment, he felt her title was the only thing he was worthy enough of calling her. She had done so much to honor him, you, and the battalion, and honestly, he didn't know if he deserved it.

"It is I who am grateful; you have served the republic with your lives, and it is the least I can do to show my planet's gratitude," She had sensed upon his arrival that he'd wanted a minute with you to himself, so she excused herself politely before taking her leave. "I will leave you alone for a moment. When you are ready to retire, you can find me in the grand hall, and I will escort you personally."

You watched as she turned the corner, out of view, and not even a second later, you felt the hand connected to yours pull you in closer.

He'd been waiting all day to give you what he hid in his other hand, and now that you were here beside him, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Close your eyes, and hold out your hand."

-

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This is really sweet

House Of Memories (32/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: just fluff nothing more-

Summary: Under the watchful eye of the council, you must figure out a way to revert your saber to its original glory, lest they find out and you be expelled.

A/n: okay guys i literally sobbed tonight bc i was listening to the peter pan soundtrack and fairy dance came on and this was all i could think of-

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"Focus, little one," his tentative whispers in your ear were not exactly helping you to achieve the desired state of mind while this process took place.

Sat in the center of a private training area, you closed your eyes, holding your crystal in your hand and trying to fix the mistake you had made.

"You are strong with the light, let it guide you."

He was knelt beside you, hoping to assist you in any way he could, but it seemed his presence was causing more difficulty then help. You tried again, much to your dismay, heaving another breath and moving towards a state of serenity in your mind, but then it wandered, into a place it should not be. Serenity for you did not just come as a feeling, but a familiar presence, brought by a person. Said person was breathing on your skin, and it caused you to lose whatever sense on control you almost had.

"I can't do it, Master."

"Don't say that, not when we both you that you can," he sat back on his heels, but placed a hand on your shoulder to assure you of what you knew to be true.

"What if it takes me more time? Maybe I'm just not ready," you rapidly stood up, hiding your crystal within the chamber of your hilt, before reassembling the pieces, and activating your once beautiful saber. You looked upon it with great shame, for what you had done to it was an act that showed the makings of something you were not. You were a Jedi, like your Master before you.

"Do not put off till tomorrow, what can be done today," he reminded you, a teaching he planted in your mind when you were very young, before he was your Master, even. It rang in your head every time he repeated it, and you understood that there were deeper meanings now than when he usually spoke it to you.

You shook your head and scoffed, gesturing for him to see the monstrosity you'd mad with your own anger.

"I should wait for life day, hang it up as a decoration," you joked, but he didn't seem to find it funny. He knew that you were ready to perform a crystal healing, but even if you weren't, it's not like you could wait days or even weeks to fix your mistake. The council would be watching you like a shriek-hawk, and if they sensed anything off in your signature, surely, they would expel you from the order.

He wanted to give you a small break, perhaps take you to the meditation gardens to relax, and bring about some new scenery. Your powers within the force were greater than you had a capacity of believing, and Obi-Wan knew this better than anyone you had ever come across.

He knew it was a foolish idea as soon as it entered his head, but he was, for lack of a better word, an addict at the moment. It was the newness, it was the fresh feelings that were nearly constantly nagging at the back of his mind, and everything you did that was not even noticeable to anyone else, but it made him crave you. He shouldn't voice this idea, it's a terrible idea, an absolutely-

"Come with me, my love," he held out his hand, willing you to join him, and you did with a smile at the name. He was in love with you, and he wanted you to know it every time he addressed you... of course the outside world would never be able to hear the way he called you, so his former go-to of little one would still be on his lips often.

With your saber now hung on your hip, you followed him through the busy halls of the Temple. The disconnection in your previously intertwined hands was only mildly irritating until you were both outside. To avoid busy streets and onlookers, you both took a hidden pathway into the city underworld, where the lights were beginning to come on as the sun went down.

"Where are we going?"

He was never this spontaneous, never so impulsive to just go off into nowhere in particular when there were things to be done. The galaxy was at war, and it was raging now more than ever, but here he was, General Kenobi, the Great Negotiator, dragging you through hidden passageways and into the depths of the city. Where he was taking you, you were almost sure you'd never been before.

"You'll see," he seemed so giddy, so excited. You were the reason for that. You were the one to make him beam like a young boy, you lifted him up into the air and made him feel like he truly belonged in this galaxy, like he had a place other than being the stoic Jedi General that his reputation proceeded him as.

"That answer was far too vague, are you feeling okay?"

This was so unlike him, to shirk off responsibilities and take you on an adventure.

You entered an old and dusty access point of... well you still weren't sure. You'd stumbled into the dark after him and wondered if he finally snapped. Yes, that's it, your mood and sarcasm drove him to madness, and he was dragging you out here to dispose of you for good.

"I am feeling fantastic, and yourself?" he replied quickly, his sharp wit could impale you if he actually tried.

"Well, I'd be doing better if I was certain that you weren't taking me some place where nobody could hear me scream."

He chuckled lowly and brought you close to him, and suddenly the door closed behind you, leaving you both in the pitch-black area. You heard him moving around before there was light in the area. It looked like an abandoned service pathway, with an elevator in the corner. It looked ancient, but of course, Obi-Wan was lunging towards it as soon as the lights came on. He pressed the button to open the door, then turn to you in reply of your previous remark.

"If I was going to kill you, I would have been smart enough not to let so many witnesses see us leave," he stepped on the janky piece of machinery. You smirked at that one, rolling your eyes and doing anything you can to avoid joining him on that elevator. "Are you coming?"

He's your Master, you thought to yourself, why did he seem so different to you right now. You felt as though his equal, someone who shared the same mind level and age and wisdom. It was an elating feeling for sure, to simply be in his company and to not feel as if there were any expectations. Not that there ever really were with him, but something had changed. You weren't Master and Padawan for now, you were two lovers sneaking away from your duties to spend time with one another.

You heaved an exasperated sigh before joining him on the old relic of a gantry lift, letting the doors close around you and jolt before shooting straight up, and knocking you off balance. Obi-Wan laughed lightly, helping you keep yourself upright.

"I forgot to mention the acceleration," he didn't let go of you once you were standing straight, but kept you within arm's reach, hands encapsuling behind your waist.

"How convenient."

You must have been going up ten floors per second, and when the doors finally opened, you sensed you were very high off the ground. The darkness that surrounded you wasn't as pitch black as the former room, because in the corner of the room, there was a small opening in which brought light and sound from a lower source.

He took a few steps and crouched by the small opening and pulled back what you guessed was a curtain of some sort. He looked at you invitingly, nodding his head over and then letting his eyes rest on whatever was down there.

You knelt beside him, and almost gasped at where you recognized yourself to be.

You were in the opera house, in the roof it seemed, because you were looking straight down at the performers for the evening. Beautiful music filled your ears, and you watched as dancers flitted about the air, hovering like they knew how to fly. It was all an illusion, but you were entranced by it. You couldn't take your eyes away, your lips curling up slightly with every reaction.

"Whoa.."

His eyes never left your face, admiring the peace and wonder you'd seemed to have found here. As you were taken by the lovely performance below you, he was taken by the loveliness that sat right before him. You glanced over at him to see what he thought of the show but caught his gaze instead. You smiled, turning a deep shade of pink when you realized he'd been doing that the whole time.

He leaned in and captured your lips with his, unable to restrain himself any further. You truly did look angelic, in the soft light of the opera house, and the music playing below. He pulled away before an idea struck his mind.

"I know that look, what are you thinking?" You tried to coax an answer out of him, but you got nothing. He stood to his feet, looking down at you with a smile and holding a hand out to help you up. Once you were standing before him, he put one arm behind his back and one across his front, bowing before you as if you were a queen or senator.

All done while looking at you, he raised one hand beside him, the other reaching out to circle around your waist. Did he want you to... dance with him?

You took his hand, laying your other one against his shoulder, and along to the slow and melodic rhythm of the song below you, you swayed from side to side, occasionally taking a step or two to make a small shift in pattern.

"I've never brought anyone up here before," he admitted, eyes full of stars. He was under your spell completely, and he was perfectly happy to be. "I found this place when my Master first took me on, it was a place I could come to and think about everything... I came here the day we brought you to Coruscant. You'd been the first person to really teach me the meaning of compassion, and I was up here for hours contemplating it all."

"I find it hard to believe that you learned compassion from me when I was only three years old," you weren't shocked by the revelation, just a bit surprised is all... but it was true, and he did.

"You have always been wise beyond your years, little one. A Jedi consular if there ever was one."

You laid your head on his chest, enjoying the moment, dancing in the darkness of an abandoned room of the opera house. Within the arms of the man you loved over everything else in this galaxy. You would sacrifice it all for him, leaving nothing in the wake of the universe, except for Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You let your eyes fall closed, feeling all the love, and all the light coursing through your veins. It was almost like a meditative state, the way you branched your signature out so fluidly, wrapping around not only him, but the energy in the air.

He could feel your soft presence nudging at his own, and he relaxed, embracing it whole and letting himself be overtaken by you alone.

It was so untraditional, and it would have been seen as a defiant disgrace of the act, but you were meditating on him.

There was a low thrum of heat by your hip where your saber hung, but you ignored it, keeping in tune with this moment and everything that surrounded it.

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So fluffy it survived a night in Both. I love this, so sweet.

I stayed for you

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: Sleepy obi wan yearns for physical touch 💖

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1000

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The day had been long. Arduously filled with it’s set of duties and all the energy you were left with was only enough for you to crawl to your bed. You had anticipated for the meeting to drag on into the night but to your surprise it had come to an early end.

You had no mood to say goodbyes, your eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. This was going to be another night of eating some leftover cause you did not have the patience to stand near the stove and prepare something. It will all have to wait for tomorrow.

The keys rustled in your fingers as you try to slot the right one into door knob. The room was dark and quiet, kicking off your shoes and placing your coat on a coat hangar, your feet dragged you towards the kitchen. Only as you got closer did you realise a white plate covered with another plate on top of it, sat in the middle of a clean benchtop. A little note laying next to it.

Missed you at dinner.

You open the top plate to reveal a well cooked meal, making your stomach rumble at the sight of it. Grabbing a fork, you take a mouthful of it. The flavour so rich and delicate, you sunk into the seat. The feeling of comfort began to wash over you. This was better than anything you could have tried to make. You take a couple more spoonful of food in such a hurry, as though you had been starving. You were, this war gave no time to anyone to relish a meal.

The plate sat empty before you but your body felt content. Your moods feeling a little lighter and sleep began to persuade you. But in that elated state, you could only imagine him as though he were in front of you, standing by the stove and making this meal for you. That he had come here on his own volition only cause he wanted to see you. This space was once only yours but now it marked his presence too. He would offer forget his robe and leave it on your sofa. His set of indoor plants that seemed to be growing much better under his care that yours. His little stringed instrument set for display in the corner of your hall. Or like now, his little notes would be everywhere as you were both busy. He would leave you notes when the milk was about to run out or when he thought of you during the day. You loved reading them, in that sweet gesture you knew you were on his mind constantly and he was on yours.

Putting away the plates in the sink, you think back on his latest note, the one that still sat on the counter. He had missed you today. He normally will not tell you when he yearned for your company or your touch for he understood the weight of duty the Jedi carry. But you could always see it in his eyes as he tried to hide away his wants. Today must have been the same, only that you weren’t around to see him hide it. He would have gone back to his suite. You knew you will have to do something in return for his kindness.

The bedroom was dark except for streaks of light from Coruscant’s nightlife illuminating parts of the room. Your nightgown was laid out on your side of the bed. He must have placed it out for you. He knew your space much better than you ever did. He fit in as though he was made to be a part of it. As you peel away your robes you take notice of a form on the other side of the bed. He had not gone back to his suite, he was here.

The covers rose and fell in rhythm to his soft breaths, he must have missed you dearly if he chose to stay. It had been a few days since you had spent time with him last. Slipping on the night dress, you slide under the covers and as though his mind was attuned to sensing you, he stirred gently. “You’re back.”, he murmured and you hum, getting closer to him. “I hope everything went well.”, he said. Ever so noble, always thinking of you.

The closer you got, his hand reached for your waist, as though he were waiting for you, just so he could hold you. “Was dinner alright? Did it get cold?”, he asked. “Shhhh.”, you silenced him, he was asking these questions to distract you from the comfort he was yearning for. You throw your leg over his waist and he pulls you closer. Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Stars, I’ve missed you.”, he whispered. You run your fingers through his hair and he sighs. Tracing the length of his neck your hand slides over the expanse of his bare back and your feel as he relaxed the muscles that were held together tightly. He was melting into your touch, his breath soft and hot over your collar bone.

“I stayed for you.”, he confessed. “I know.”, you tell him placing your lips on his forehead and you hear a delighted hum from him. “I don’t want to burden you with my petty needs.”, he tells you. Your fingers trace over his ribs and his sturdy waist. “They’re not petty, Obi wan.”, you respond. “They aren’t that important and – you cut him off by placing your lips over his and he responds by kissing you like he needed to breathe. “You are important to me.”, you say in between his kisses and his hands find their way to you neck, getting lost in your hair. He breaks away, placing a final kiss on you chin. He doesn’t say anything else and neither do you but you feel his relaxed breath, drawing in the air much more slowly than before. His fingers mindlessly tracing circles on your back while you fiddled with ends of his hair over his ear.

Nothing had to be said when being next to each other was all the comfort you needed.

She's done and she's majestic!!

Pattern: 232-1 Tulip Season by Drops

Project in my Ravelry account

I have simply passed away. I've seen all I need to see in this life and that's fucking it. My eyes have been blessed. GOOD DAY

The way they look at each other in these interviews akfkhjk

OKAY BUT DO WE REMEMBER THE TIME EWAN KISSED HAYDEN AT THE ROTS LONDON PREMIERE???

Umm wow 😳 hand me a cigarette

buried - yamasaku

EXPLICIT // ALSO ON AO3 Words: 848 Warnings: Fingering, Office Sex, Hokage!Sakura Requested by: OviQi over on AO3

This uh… This got away from me. Very fast. Drabbles are supposed to be around 100 words and this one is almost 1000. Oops? (Not oops I actually really, really love how this came out. Thank you so so much for the request!)

Clever fingers dance along the broad sweep of Yamato’s shoulders and up the sides of his neck, slipping beneath the band of his happuri and sliding it over his head. The battle-worn metal clatters to the floor across the room, and he sighs as Sakura’s fingers tangle in his hair.

“We don’t have much time,” he says, but the woman in his lap just smirks mischievously, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, breath warm on his ear.

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hi birk! just wanna ask if you know any madasaku mythology au? or any mythology au with sakura ships? im asking for recs please thank you! 🙏🖤🤍

Hi there anon 👋🏻,

Maybe some folks would consider these titles closer to fairytale AUs rather than mythology AUs, but the MadaSaku 🌙🌸 recs that immediately come to mind are:

Fractured Fairytale by Vesperchan (aka @vesperlionheart)

Heartstring (on my fingers) by Vesperchan

The Black Bull by Vesperchan 

Doll in the Windowsill by xXAonoNYmouSPXx (aka @jingmcastle) 

Midnight at Dawn by raendown

The Girl and her Demon by SunsetbIvd

Here are a few more mythology AU titles that I love for other Sakura pairings:

The Girl who Married Thunder (part i, part ii, part iii, and part iv) by incurablysillykiwako-blog-blog (SasuSaku 🍅🌸)

Songbird by Vesperchan (KakaSaku 🐶🌸)

You Summoned? by Lady-otori (KakaSaku 🐶🌸)

The Man in Black by Sariasprincy (ItaSaku 🍡🌸)

Hopefully, this preliminary list can get you started!

Happy reading, and I hope you have a great rest of the day~! 📚✨

- Birk ✌🏻💕

P.S. As always, if you enjoy any of the above titles: please remember to leave positive feedback for our valued and beloved author(s)! 💌🙏🏻 I know that every note of encouragement, no matter how long or short, no matter what language it’s written in, goes a long way. 🥰