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grazieschillivera · 2 years

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Proofing her wrong

Summary: Obi Wan is your former master. After Order 66 and while your master had joined the dark side you fleet away. Since then Obi Wan tries to find you, to finally have you all for himself.

Warnings: Smut; semi-forced relationship (?), kidnapping

Author’s note: not edited/English is not my first language; not fully satisfied with the text but had the urge to still post it

The warm metal of your cuffs started to cut in your hands when you tried your next attempt to leave those dark rooms. Even though you found yourself now on a capital ship, filled with enemies and you were all alone. And for too long, or started to lose your hope. All your friends and allies were gone. You had no idea how to flee but the fear within you fought your uprising hopelessness, only until your heard footsteps along the corridors before the heavy doors opened itself and you got company.

If you weren’t bound to a chair, you would have just run away now, just like the last time when you met your master. He has changed. Only one thing had remained over the last months and that was his love for you, but that was something you couldn’t know yet.

Even though you knew you had the most generous and warmhearted master back then you were afraid when he approached your bound figure. He has turned to the dark side after all and helped Anakin kill all Jedi. You still remember how you had waited in your hideout inside the temple and watched their betrayal in horror before you tried to run away only to get caught by Obi Wan. Out of nowhere he had reached for your little and scared frame and pressed you to himself as if he wanted to comfort you, as if he hadn’t decided to change the sides. And even though his grip on you remained soft and his words were as sweet as before his cruel acts you had to fight back. That’s what you did,so you could flee. But now he had you again.

Obi Wan observed your shaking figure before his gloved hand reached out for your face to cup it gently. His thumb brushed carefully around the wounded skin around your eye.

,,I’m proud of you Y/N. I knew I wouldn’t get you without a proper fight. I hope they weren’t too harsh on you since you seem a bit tired after all, but you will rest soon.’’ Obi Wan said while he pressed your cheek softly. He could feel the uprising fear within you and hushed you, when your stern gaze teared up.

,,There there. You don’t think I brought you here to kill you don’t you? No I want you to join me.’’ Your master said but you turned your head out of his grip.

,,Never. That’s not right, you killed all of us. Our friends. You’re not the master I knew back then.’’ you said tearing up, when your words left your mouth, but Obi Wan stopped your crying. He got down on his knees for you and guided your face back to him again, now more forcefully when you fought against his will.

All those touches felt so forbidden, when you were his padawan he would always keep his professional distance to you. And now he manhandled you just how he wanted, his thumb traced around your lips and he looked at you as if you were a fruit he was about to try. But then he focused again.

,,I fear you’re wrong there, that’s me without any strings attached anymore. Don’t think ill of me please. I sacrificed all of those people that could forbid our love. Don’t you think I haven’t noticed your feelings towards me? I can still feel them now after all this time and it makes me the luckiest man knowing some things haven’t changed between us.’’ Obi Wan said, both of his hands caressed your face like he finally held a trophy in his hands. He savored every second where he could finally touch you. His smiling face left your eyes and wandered over your entire frame for a brief moment.

So all this time he loved you just as you loved him and you were the reason he had turned to the dark side. This was too much for you, your cried out in disbelieve, full of shame.

,,My sweet Y/N don’t cry please I-‘’ said Obi Wand but you couldn’t take it.

,,No! I don’t want to hear it. I will never join you. Not like this.’’ Your voice was strict but your last words felt bittersweet to yourself.

,,My my,I have to say I’m impressed. Holding onto your believes just like we had thought you back then. But you were also so good at following my orders, always so keen on pleasing me, why you have to fight back? Now where there is nothing between us finally. Let go Y/N, you did such a good job.’’ Said your master and you did as you were told. His sweet voice and his demanding grip on you made you weak, only the shame within you held you back. ,,Just give it a taste.’’ Said Obi Wan, almost rather to himself.

His lips pressed softly against yours testing the waters while finally taking control of you. Obi Wans heart raced with pride when he could feel eventually how your lips eagerly followed his movements, making your lips crash together again and again, slowly making you follow his path. He knew how innocent and pure you were but he also knew how he could bend you to his will and now was finally the time. Soft whimpers escaped your mouth when your master became more eager with you. His tongue explored your mouth, savoring your taste and humming approvingly while urging you to become just as curious about your new freedom. With an easy gesture he opened up your handcuffs before his hands roamed around your thighs. You could even feel how you almost instinctively drew closer to him, his hands dragging you carefully towards his lap. But even though this new closeness did things to you, you were still conflicted. Your moans became whimpers again, that Obi Wan tried to hush with wet kisses and soft words regaining your attention. ,,It’s alright Y/N. Just let go for me. Just focus on me.’’

The conflict within you wasn’t solved with Obi Wan’s kisses, quite the opposite.

,,I- I can’t.’’ you managed to say between heavy breathing when you pulled you upper body away from him but without much success. His lips pressed hungry kisses down your jaw and neck while you tried to convince him to stop, not paying attention to you.

,,Still acting so innocent as if you’re not taking part in this. I think you know how much you have me under control as well. And I think you just need some last convictions.’’ Said Obi Wan.

With that he bound your hands behind your back again as you could feel when you wanted to reach out to stop him from tearing your legs apart while he tore of your clothes off. With no further hesitation his lips crashed on your sensitive skin between your thighs. You wanted to scream but you couldn’t breathe properly. Those new feelings and those dirty sounds that came from your master made your cheeks turn hot.

,,Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this. You might hold onto those foolish Jedi believes but your body tells me otherwise.’’ said Obi Wan before diving back in. His arms were tightly wraped around your legs while his tongue licked your clit forcefully and slowly enough to watch you while doing it, he wanted to force you into your pleasure. He was your master after all and wanted just the best for you. And he could get lost in your sweet taste and your even sweeter noises. The vibration of his deep moans made your eyes roll back. But this situation wasnt just for your pleasure. Obi Wan had dreamed of this for so long now. He could feel your will started to break.

He could feel you were close. Searching for more friction your legs trashed around in your masters grip where he pressed them reassuringly,your release would come, if you would give in.

,,Just let go for me Y/N. I just need you as you need me. Let me be your master again, your lover, your husband either way I just need to be with you.’’ Obi Wan said, open mouth kisses were trailed along your inner thighs. The mixed wetness felt cold against your skin. Your former master proved his point when he shoved a finger inside you, having you desperately clench around him. Your eyes were zoned out from the overstimulating feelings. Your mouth hanging wide open but no words left you this time. He had you right were he needed you, no thinking anymore just feeling.

,,Come on my sweet just give in to me. Show me you allow me to take care of you.’’ His words and skilled fingers were too much.

First it was just a weak nod, but Obi Wan wanted to hear it from you. And he waited patiently, observing your inner fight with amusment and pity that he was about to win. He understood your dilema,you have always been loyal to the Jedi codex. But you would soon remember who your real master is and learn to follow him again.At last when you said that you were his he finally gave you your release.

With a smug grin Obi Wan looked at your broken figure that belong to him now. You looked so adorable when you were worn out by him, waking the urge in him to comfort you.

He scooped you up into his arms before he straightened himself up. Searching for more closeness you twisted your hands in his dark robes, leaning your head against his chest, finally having his familiar scent in your nose. It reawakened old good memories, reminding you why you fell in love with him.

,,The Empire is still hunting all of you. Why do you think I was so eager to find you first? No one touches you my love. Not while you are with me.’’ he said while carrying you to his bed and laid you down on it. You had no idea if Obi Wan wanted you to become a Sith as well or if he just wanted you to stay in his chambers, you were just to tired to think this through. Right now you needed some rest and comfort.

To your surprise you could once again feel how your hands were bound together when Obi Wan positioned you on his sheets, still standing behind you, eyeing you up with pure obsession. His gloves traced along your neck and back before he got a harsh grip around your hips.

,,But first I think I’m the one now who needs some last convictions.’’ He hummed to himself.

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Hello, I read your 'Dumb Little Angel' drabble (Really enjoyed it too) and was wondering if you would ever write anything like that with Obi-Wan or Boba Fett?

Dumb Little Baby

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Obi-Wan Kenobi X f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, non-con, +18, spanking, failed escape attempt, he punishes the reader, threatening, kidnapped reader, riding, cumming inside

"I'm so sorry, please!" You cried.

"Little baby, my little dumb baby." He slapped your butt hard again. He was sitting with his legs spread wide and you were riding him on his lap. He wanted you to milk him and you had to take his full dick deep inside. He didn't help you at all and you were very tired, but he didn't let you stop.

Your legs and arms couldn't take it anymore. It was so hard to take his thick cock inside. You were so slow and whimpering all the time. He was smacking your ass to get you up to speed and you were trying to increase your speed a little bit, but he knew you couldn't do it. He was too big for you but he had no complaints as you slowly milked his dick trembling and crying. You were so sexy.

"Oh, just like that. Ride me, my little dumb baby." You slowly lifted your butt so that it almost popped his head and lowered it back to his balls. Your lips were showing and disappearing on his dick, you were so tight. Obi-Wan closed his eyes in delight at your almost agonizing slow pace. He kept himself so hard not to bury his cock deep inside you but he wanted you to do everything.

"Are you going to try to run away from me again?" He smack your butt hard, then squeezed it tight enough to remove his handprints.

You sobbed, whimpering in pain. "No."

"Who am I?" He spanked your butt again and you screamed in pain.

You answered with your poor pleading voice before you could smother your sobs, and as soon as you did, he grabbed you by the waist and thrust himself inside with incredible speed. "You're my owner."

Your scream echoed everywhere. He was bouncing you so hard that it hurt the way your boobs were bouncing, and it burned where your skin touched. Finally, he held you tight and cum, pressing against you himself. He sucked your neck and moaned as his thick ropes painted your poor walls. He growled each time, giving a few hard, slow thrusts. "Try to escape from me again and see what happens."

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xieice · 4 months

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This was based off of an A.U. idea that @griffin-stone had. The basic premise is what if Obi-Wan went to the dark side and killed Maul instead of Maul killing Duchess Satine.

"Hello there. I hate to impose, but I have to kill you. Uncivilized, I know, but it can't be helped." - Darth Kenobi

#star wars #digital art #artists on tumblr #obi wan kenobi #obi wan star wars #sith #star wars au #sith obi wan #the clone wars #obi wan au #what if obi wan killed maul #dark side #dark obi wan #obi wan would be the most polite sith #hello there

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murdockussy · 2 years

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Im neck deep in Sith!Obi so maybe some of that? Xreader…Putting reader in her place 🥹

Writing this has me in a deep Sith! Obi-Wan hole that I never want to leave. I love this request and I hope you enjoy it!!

(Head to my masterlist to read more about requests :))

Nothing Like You

Warnings: Fighting, choking, death references, sad Obi but he's hot when he's angry

Words: 4,700 ish

There was only one way to describe you felt – cold. Though not like the chill you’d feel as a cool breeze blew against your skin, or the icy metal of your lightsaber handle after being untouched for hours on end. No, this was different. This was the kind of cold that created an echoing tremble beneath your bones, that caused your mouth to run dry as you continued on your journey. The constant chill that ran through your spine stemmed from no relation to weather, but a place of unease – of fear.

Years before now – back when you were only approaching your trials for becoming a Jedi Master - there had been rumors sparked about a troubled Padawan and his loyal Master. It was believed that the Padawan - Anakin Skywalker - had been clouded by a darkened influence, his beliefs contorting down an immoral path Jedi swore to never go down. It was said that his Master - Obi-Wan Kenobi - had tracked the boy down to put an end to his disorder, thought what was to follow remained a mystery to all.

Some believe that Kenobi never made it – that Skywalker was too well hidden for him to find. Many suspect that the Master is still seeking out his Padawan. Others till this day often debate over the idea of Kenobi succeeding, only to cut his life short afterwards from guilt. Either way, the Jedi Order and the Republic remained stable, people still enduring their peaceful lives within the temple.

However, all began to change when a handful of your fellow Council members began to disappear one by one, not a word spoken or a trace left behind, which led you to where you were today.

It had been close to three days since you left the temple, yourself as well as other Jedi recruited individually to seek out the missing personnel. Given the little information you had on the issue, you all jumped to action with no guidance or direction, your only navigation being your gut feeling and the Force.

For the first two days, you’d flown from planet to planet in hopes to communicate with any available resources, any allies of the Jedi, to gather information, only to be let down by almost everyone's unfamiliarity with the situation. With no lead, you jetted out to deeper space, little hope to be found until you felt something – a sudden yet powerful disturbance within the Force – you instantly following the path it was leading you across.

The pull led you to an unknown planet, your ships navigations reading the terrene as completely vacant, and the closer you flew towards it, the more a feeling of restlessness began to expand inside you, growing wider in mass as you drew closer.

Dipping into what looked like a lifeless valley, the grounds beneath you were paved with red lava, the rivers of it a glowing blur as you skimmed just above the surface, you taking in the vast charcoal mountains surrounding you as you continued to peruse the draw of the Force. Your commute came to a stop as you reached a dead end, your pull taking a final tug as you landed your spacecraft atop of a flat cliff.

Switching off the engines, you shook the overwhelming feeling of nerves as you tugged your robe over your shoulders and grasped onto the handle of your saber, the weight of it resting in your palms bringing you a slither of comfort.

Stepping out onto the land, you couldn’t help but be somewhat appreciative of the sight before you – a volcano like mountain standing tall, you unable to see anything above it besides the dim smokey skies, trickles of raging lava cascading down the sides bringing light to the inky structure. At the base of the abundance was a hollow opening, a cave engulfed by darkness.

Igniting your saber, you held the weapon in front of you, your blade illuminating the walls of the cavity as you hesitantly entered, the sight of your ship growing faint behind you.

The further you trekked, the worse your emotions grew, your anxiety peaking as you walked, the sounds of your boots crushing rubble beneath you mixing with trickles of water in the distance echoing around you, your eyes constantly averting from left to right. Something definitely was off about this place, and you were certain that whatever it was would not be good news.

Your tour felt never ending, the sights around you remaining the same as you walked, and at one point you considered the possibility that you’d somehow got yourself caught in a hallucinative loop. That changed, however, when the acoustics around you grew quieter, you spotting a door like structure carved into the stone ahead. You approached it with caution, you switching the angle of your lightsaber to take in the mysterious carvings on the surface of the entrance, it portraying symbols that were unknown to you.

Before you had the chance of attempting to decode the message, the wall slid backwards, you jumping at the sudden movement, pulling your weapon close to your body as you changed your stance, preparing to attack. Met with nothing but silence, you relaxed slightly, your stance still defensive as you proceeded towards the door, your fingers pressing against the crack in the surface, the rock swinging open.

Stepping beyond the door, you were met with what seemed to be a second cave, the circular room larger in width than in length, the space illuminated by the dangling torches hanging from the wall's surfaces.

Passing beyond the doorway, your head tilted to take in the multiple hallways stemming from the room, you were oblivious to the closing of the door behind you, the thud of the frame closing causing you to spin with an audible gasp. Your back to the room, you frantically darted your eyes around the doorway, confused by the lack of presence you anticipated to be there – though something lingered in the air that caused you to feel nervous, a certain darkness that added to your weighty unease.

As you attempted to spin yourself back around to explore the cave, a sudden pressure snaked itself around the entirety of your body, a tightness on your neck causing the air around to become difficult to inhale. Your body grew limp, blood running cold as your feet disconnected with the stone floor beneath you, fear prickling across your skin as you levitated. Instantly you recognized the power being used against you – the Force – though not the kind you’d harvested for the entirety of your life. Whoever your new opponent was, they were completely surrounded by darkness.

Using all you might, you fought for air as you attempted in every way possible to break free from the Force hold, your body remaining stiff as you gradually were dragged slowly through the air away from the door, the movements coming to a pause once you were center of the room.

Your hand began to unwillingly loosen on your weapon, the blade of your saber lowering back into its handle before being pulled forcefully from your hand, a soft clap of the metal meeting with fabric sounding from behind you. Your eyes began to water, your mind feeling light as you continued to fight for air, your voice strained as you pushed out a soft plea, “...Put me... down”

The pressure surrounding you suddenly dissipated, your heightened body falling to the floor, you landing on your side before lifting yourself into a kneeling position, your hands resting on your chest as you remained doubled over gasping for air.

Your fuzzy brain regained its focus, your vision clearer from the oxygen flowing into your lungs once again, you only just taking notice of the shadowed figure in the corner of your eye. Raising your body into a standing position, you turned to face the person before you, the silhouette of a body seated on top of a colossal charcoal throne, their face shielded by the hood of their black robe, one of their legs bent resting on the seat in front of them while the other placed itself onto the floor, their foot tapping on the stone surface of the ground.

Your stomach dropped at the sight. You could feel the rage, the darkened power radiation off them as they sat smugly, spread out on their throne, you coming to a swift understanding of why you’d been feeling so anxious – the answer was seated directly in front of you.

Out of instinct, your palm opened as you attempted to drag your weapon back to you, only to be met by a strong resistance, you spotting the gloved hand of the person gripping the hilt of your saber, you switching to a less abrasive plan of action – you'd have to talk your way out of this.

“Who are you?”

You were met with a response of deep laughter, your patience beginning to wear thin as you took a step closer to the hooded figure.

“I asked you a question, show yourself!” you called, the echo of your choice swimming between the walls of the room.

The figure slowly adjusted their position, both their legs now touching the ground beneath them as their posture turned upright, their free hand steadily inching its way to their hood before pulling, the fabric of their disguise falling behind their head revealing their face.

Your eyes widened as you absorbed features of the man. His hair long, loose pieces falling against his forehead. On his left cheek, a permanent scar, a single line of deep reds and purples dripping from his cheekbone through to the edges of his lips. Though what stood out most of all was his gleaming eyes, the rings of his orbs a vibrant yellow hugged by a red horizon, a chill running down your spine as you caught them staring directly into yours.

He watched as you stalled, fear striking you. It had been so many years since you’d heard of a Sith, let alone encountered one.

“You’re afraid” The voice taunted, his eyes never leaving yours, “by my understandings, that isn’t very Jedi like, now is it?”

You dismissed his words as you attempted to restrain your emotions, not wanting him to read your sentiments any further. For a second time, you attempted to lure your weapon back to you side, your trial resisted against once again, his strength even stronger this time.

“If you wish for your weapon, all you have to do is ask” he smugly joked.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice sturdy, you beginning to move closer to the throne the man sat atop of, mentally creating a plan of action.

“What makes you think I wanted you? You are the one who came to me, after all”

“The Force led me here, though I see now that it wasn’t the Force. It was just you, wasn’t it?”

“Smart little thing you are. However, still so foolish to fall into my trap, just like those before you”

Alarms began to ring in your mind at his words, you starting to connect to missing puzzle pieces.

“This is something you do often, falsely lure people in?”

“Not just people - Jedi. Though only the weakest of them seem to fall for it”

Suddenly it clicked, the disappearances of the Council members now making sense. They we’re bought here under false pretenses, just as you had been. But now one question remained – where were they?

“Whatever trap you think you have me in, I will not fall for it”

“Don’t be so naive. You know within your pathetic, hopeful little heart that you’re already trapped. But you should be proud, so far you’ve survived longer than the rest did”

“Where are they?”

“They’re gone” he said, raising his hand above him with an open palm, the sounds of rattling metal appearing from one of the hallway exits beside you, “Returned to whatever pathetic afterlife they believe in”

You caught the movement from the corner of your eye, your attention turning towards it. Your stomach dropped as you caught sight of the levitating pile of weapons, memorable lightsaber hilts piled together, some destroyed, burnt and broken, others completely intact – they belonged to your fellow council members, and you realised in that moment that they truly were gone.

“Don’t be so sorrowful. Their deaths we’re quick, practically painless – some of them, anyway” he scoffed, a small smile pulling at his lips as he gawked over the stack of weapons.

You took the small chance you had while the Sith was distracted to take back your saber, the resistance no longer there as you pulled it towards you through the Force, the metal flying through the air before landing in your palm, a wave of ease flowing through your veins as you gripped it with all your might, igniting the flaming blade.

Too late to stop your movements, the man threw the sabers back into the room they appeared from, the crashing sounds of them colliding with the floor causing you to jump, his face devious as his attention diverted back to you, his posture tightening.

“Smart move. A courageous thing you are, such a shame for you to go to waste”

“You won’t kill me” you spat, your legs spreading as you adjusted your stance, preparing for any form of attack.

“You weren’t exactly who I wished to have here in the first place, don’t be so egotistic”

The man stood, his frame appearing larger than yours as he stepped away from his throne, his direction aiming towards you. You side stepped, your legs slowly carrying you in the opposite direction of the man, him following pursuit, the two of you circling around one another from a distance.

“I’m not the one here with an ego issue”

A laugh erupted from the man, his prefect teeth flashing you a smile you’d believe to be genuine, friendly even. In the moment, you took a small slither of appreciation for the man's looks, his handsomeness shining through his dishonorable demeanor.

“You remind me of myself. I used to be as likeminded as you are, brave, daring, lig-”

“I am nothing like you. We are not the same”

His arm extended in front of him, gloved palm rotating to face you, your body stopping in its tracks. A sudden tight grip wrapped itself around you, squeezing you together from the neck down, a pressure on your throat lightly tightening, but you we’re still able to breathe unlike the last time.

“Do not interrupt me!” the man howled, his arm reached out as he stormed towards you, your heart beginning to rapidly beat.

He came to a pause a few feet away from you, his Force hold remaining strong as he stepped to the side, him now circling around you figure as his eyes raked your body up and down, watching as you attempted to fight against his grip.

“Your eagerness is intriguing. If I kill you now, your power goes to waste... but I can’t exactly let you walk out of here free, can I?”

“Let go of me” you responded, ignoring his question.

His body slowly passed your front, his eyes starting at your feet before working their way up to your face, you losing sight of him again as he worked his way behind you.

“I can give you a choice, a change of freedom” he said, you falling silent, him taking that as a que to continue.

“Either I kill you now” he spoke as he stepped forward, his voice appearing now directly behind you, his breath fanning over your ear sending chills down your spine, you lips parting in shock. “Or... you join me” he cooed into your other ear.

“No!” you spat, your head twisting to the side to face him, a smirk forming as he watched you struggle harder against his hold.

“Show a little appreciation, young one, you’re the first that’s even gotten the chance to make it out of here alive”

“I would rather die than to become a Sith, to become someone like you!”

To your complete shock, his hold around you faltered at your words, his smirk quivering. You took his bizarre reaction to your advantage, you continuing to throw insults his way.

“To be your apprentice would be worse than death itself. You are no leader I would live for!”

His features turned sour, yet his hold grew loose, you ongoing with your words.

“To have you as a Master would be a dishonor!”

A small whispered “No” escaped through his tight frown, his scorching eyes clouded with painful thoughts as he watched you. You took your chance at his distraction, your closed fist opening slightly as you used all your strength to knock the man beside you with the Force, his body stumbling backwards as the hold you were trapped in completely disappeared.

Without a second thought, you charged at the man, your ignited saber swinging towards him, him reflexing away at the last moment as your blade swooshed beside him.

With a twirl, he pulled his own weapon from his hip just in time for your second attack, his blade shooting forward, the flaming sword colliding with yours, the block just centimeters away from his face.

Your eyes widened at the blazing colors before you, you stumbling away from the man in pure shock. He stood, chest heaving as he watched you with fury, yet you couldn’t seem to care for the moment, you completely in a trance as you stared at his sword, mind moving at a rapid pace.

What was once blue now flickered with streams of red flowing from the base to the tip of the blade, the swirling colors dancing around one another, almost as if the red was a growing infection within the weapon.

Your mind flew back to the many conversations you’d had about a well-respected Jedi, one who was kind, yet skillful. Determined and hopeful, who’s vibrant blue saber was unforgettable on any battlefield. Who succeeded in his ways of becoming a General, coming forth to the Council just as you had. Who cared for his people so deeply, enough to lay his life on the line to stop his beloved Padawan – someone he considered to be a brother - from choosing a life of darkness. The realisation dawned on you, the mystery so many before you had yet to solve now standing before you.

The colorful blade of his weapon cascaded back into its hilt, his wide stance pulling together as he relaxed, him taking a step towards you.

“Ahhh, and there it is. You know”

“You... You’re Obi-Wan Kenobi”

Taking another step forward, he spoke again, “That name is just a ghost of my past, now I am only what remains”

Confusion aside, you couldn’t help but let the anger bubble deep inside you, your words pouring from your mouth before you had the chance to stop.

“They praise you, speak so highly of your dedication to the Order! Everyone holding you on some sort of... pedestal, but they are wrong! You’re no role model, you’re nothing like how they make you out to be!”

“You know what they say; never meet your hero's”

His smugness fueled your emotions, you holding your saber in front of you, the tip of it pointing towards his chest as you continued.

“How could a Jedi as honorable as Obi-Wan Kenobi turn into such a disillusion? You we’re atop of your game, you were a General, a member of the Council, you-”

“The Jedi Council were mindless! And they remain to be that way!”

“The Council aren’t the cause for this, you are!”

The shout of your words caused something within the Sith to snap once more, his smug tone turning cold as he pushed you backwards through the Force, your saber remaining ignited as it catapulted towards him, his own switching on to blaze with light, him holding both weapons in his hands.

“They made me the way I am!” Kenobi spat, you stumbling backwards as he chillingly creeped towards you, his voice rising as he continued, “They’re deceitful, selfish!”

“You hold so much anger towards them, enough to murder them with cold blood. There’s a cause” you stated, slowly pacing yourself away, you cautious to not push his buttons too far as you spoke, “Could it be guilt? A small part of you still regretful for turning against your own?”

“I don’t feel any remorse for your kind, their lies and dishonesties we’re the cause of their deadly fate, it was just a matter of time before they met it”

The glow in his eyes intensified with the colorful reflection of both sabers in his hand, his darkness seeping through now more than ever as he stalked you down like prey, you maintaining your distance as you both circled around the room.

“Someone as generous as the legendary Obi-Wan would not act in such vile ways over just lies-”

“They’re untrustworthy! They speak of the Sith in such negative manors, withholding from teaching the strength we hold, forcing those who feel it to reject it! They fear our power, the fact we’re stronger than any Jedi!”

“Yet you we’re one of them, one of the best members the Council ever had”

“The Kenobi they speak of is dead! Your people rejected the boy, rejected the truth that was stood directly in front of them! Their delusions and self-indulgence have consequences that we’re far overdue till now!”

His shouts ricocheted off the cave walls, your eyes squinting slightly from the pain that formed inside your ears. He was furious, chest rising and falling at a quickened pace has he grew closer to you. You knew you were now within dangerous waters, you getting somewhat of a breakthrough at his confession, his emotions pouring through the cracks he never meant to open, yet you went ahead with your questioning, working with a lack of plan as you continued.

“The boy...” you spoke calmly, his head tilting lower as he listened to your words, “They rejected him, your Padawan – Anakin Skywalker?”

“Don’t speak his name!”

Pain was evident in his voice, his angered gaze softening for just a moment, and suddenly it all made sense – his turn on the Jedi Order, on the Council, why he was killing the people of his past one by one.

“What you’re doing isn’t for your own sake, this is all for him. They rejected him, and now you’re seeking revenge, aren’t you?!”

Your breath was knocked from your lungs at the sudden drag of your body, your back colliding with the floor as you toppled over. Your arms were pulled from your sides, a nonexistent presence holding them out extended beside you, pinning you to the cool floor, you unable to lift yourself up. Fear slid its way through your bloodstream as the man marched towards you, him stepping over your body, his frame taller than ever as he stood with his boots on either side of your torso, the blades of the lightsabers now crossed dangerously close to your neck.

“You think you’re so wise, don’t you, little one? Attempting to use my past against me, to lower my guard?”

His body shifted, his legs lowering, knees moving one by one to rest on the floor beside you, his back arching slightly down as he now kneeled hovering above your stomach, his body dominating yours as he lowered the weapon just inches from your skin, the heat of the overlapped blades causing your neck to grow uncomfortably warm.

“You’re more naive than I thought. You believe your words can hurt me? I killed my Padawan, watched as the life drained from his body, and guess what, I'm going to do the same to you”

Your body drew cold with terror as your pulse began to catch in your throat, you fighting with what power you had to press your neck away from the blades.

“Oh, you’re scared? You should be”

“Don’t... don’t do this”

The man scoffed, his face lowering as close to yours as it could be without the sabers making contact with his chest, your stomaching beginning to churn with something different, something non fear related.

“Do you really think I'd let you walk out of here and return to your Jedi scum ways? You know your options, so choose”

Sudden images casted across your mind, a vision of yourself beside the man on the throne. You looked different, barely recognizable to who you were today. Your clothes were darker, more fitted, less layered and simpler. Your hair was longer, cascading across your chest, free from its usual pushed back look the Council made you wear. Your eyes were glowing, warm colors identical to the man sat beside you.

Yet of all the differences, one thing struck you the most – your smile. It was genuine, the brightest you’d seen it after so many years. It stretched out across your pink flushed cheeks as your head tilted to look at the Sith below you, his face turning to meet yours, your joyous features spreading onto his face. You we’re happy, truly happy – something you hadn’t been in a long time.

Your attention was drawn back to the present at the sound of the weapons being switched off, the humming coming to an end as the man pulled the handles away from your neck, him reattaching them to his hips as his face remained unreadable, the angered expression gone.

“You’re-”

“No!” you interrupted, your voice stern as you spat, “You can’t trick me, lure me into the darkness with false predictions!”

“I didn’t do that”

“You expect me to believe you, out of all people, you?! I won’t give in to your lies, get out of my head!”

His body swiftly shifted, his hands falling besides your head as he remained kneeling above your torso, the anger from his eyes pouring into yours as he glared at you, his breath hot across your face as he spoke.

“If I was in your head, you’d know. But I saw them too. That was not me, young one, that was the Force”

You remained silent, your breathing unsteady as you pondered. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew within yourself that the Sith was right, that he wasn’t the cause of the image projections in your mind. Yet you refused to accept it, option for silence over a reply to his words.

“Refuse all you want, but you know the truth” he spoke, his body shifting as he raised a palm from the floor, it smoothly drawing closer to your face until it made contact with your skin, his gloved fingers delicately tracing from the edge of your temple to the base of your jaw.

“Your whit and courage can be put to so much more use. In the Council you have to fight to remain equal, but here, you won’t have too. Isn’t that what you want?”

The eye contact you maintained with the man wavered, you looking below his face before his fingers pinched your chin bringing your gaze to meet his once more. Your face was now mere centimeters from his, an electricity in your lips forming at the close distance between his and yours, his voice falling deceivingly sweet as he cooed.

“By my side, you can be happy, just like you were in the vision. There’s a darkness within you. It’s there whether you wish to accept the facts or not. Allow it to overtake you, bask in its power. Join me, let me help you... We can be free, together”

There was a beat of silence once the whispered words fell from his mouth, the two of you unmoving as you allowed his offer to sink within your skin, your answer becoming clear, him catching a glimpse your decision through the brisk twinkle in your eye. Sucking in a sharp breath, his head dipped, his lips barely grazing yours, him waiting for you to lock in your fate, and without a second thought, you did, a powerful yet blissful wave of darkness dancing down your spine as your lips made contact with his.

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Canon Obi-Wan meets his fallen Sith self! This will not end well!

Oh my... I would pay good money to see this happen!

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Do the Loop de Loop

For our next bit of madness we have a recipe for a dark comedy or whump with a happy ending, depending on one's individual tastes.

Our main ingredient is a time loop, specifically where Anakin Skywalker loops from the moment Padme dies in childbirth back to the moments before Order 66 goes out. Now one could assume that the way to break the loop would be to save Padme, but one would be wrong.

The way to break the loop is to get Cody and Obi Wan to admit their feelings for each other.

Now it starts pretty dark, a little bleak with hints of bitterness and a touch of char. Frankly I bet Anakin wouldn’t actually realize he is looping for a number of loops. He just thinks he is throwing himself back in time in the Force to Save Padme and it fails each time, never noticing that no matter when Padme dies he still is sent back from the exact same point (what would have been the moment that she died in childbirth the first time around). Then one loop, frustrated and angry at his failures, Anakin just full on decapitates Palpatine. This is the first time that Padme lives all the way to the end of the loop. It is also the first time that Anakin realizes that he might not be the one causing the time travel.

Now Anakin Skywalker has the delusion of subtlety (as in he believes he is subtle and a good actor. He is not), is easily manipulated by the people he cares about, and is stubborn as a bantha when he gets an idea into his head. He is not, actually stupid, or unobservant when it he is interested in something (and he is very interested in keeping Padme alive). Here are some patterns that Anakin learned during his first 500 time loops:

If both of his Masters (Obi Wan and Sidious) live, then Padme will die 92% of the time but she will almost always live until near the end of the loop.

If Sidious lives and Obi Wan dies, Padme will die 98% of the time. Often by Anakin’s hand in a fit of temper.

If both of his Masters (Obi Wan and Sidious) die, Padme will die 60% of the time and though he does not know the correlation, Obi Wan’s death has some effect on how Padme goes (the earlier Obi Wan dies, the earlier Padme does as well and if Anakin kills him, he almost always ends up killing Padme as well).

If Obi Wan lives and Sidious dies, Padme dies only 15% of the time and those times tend to be when Anakin falls to the dark or murders the younglings first.

Eventually, and it takes a very long time, Anakin realizes that his men are not acting right. Another dozen or so loops and he learns about Order 66 and the chips. As he keeps looping to moments before the order is activated, he cannot stop it from going live. It takes time, many time loops for him to learn how the chips work and the orders. He also learns that he can give the Orders. Once he does, he tries to stop Order 66.

For a number of loops he tries deactivating the Order as soon as he can. More often than not he succeeds but finds that a large portion of the troopers, realizing that they either shot or were about to kill their Jedi, take their own life. It takes multiple loops for Anakin to figure out the Order to get the troops to stand down, without releasing them from the chip's control. Towards the end of the loop he has it down to a science, and knows the timing so well that nearly no Jedi or troopers die.

The turning point for this set of loops (stand down instead of release) comes during a loop where Anakin kills Palpatine and immediately contacts Cody to free the troopers. It is too late to prevent them from shooting Obi Wan off a cliff, and as soon as Cody realized what he had done he shot himself in the head. The breakdown that Obi Wan had when he got back in contact, after returning to Coruscant, when he found out what had happened was the first inclink that Anakin had of how deep the connection between the two ran.

Now by the time he is making sure to save the Jedi, Anakin is no longer in danger of falling to the Dark. This is almost solely due to a set of loops (equaling literal years worth of time) where Anakin sought out the best therapist he could find, ignoring everything else. This set was preceded by no less than 6 straight loops where he lost his temper and killed his wife. At the end of those six loops he screamed at the top of his lungs that he just wanted to stop killing his wife, a random being looked at him funny and told him ‘it sounds like you need therapy’ and he latched onto that with a zeal. Early in this set of loops he asks the therapist, the receptionist, and the patient with the therapist each for something he could tell them so they wouldn’t argue with his declaration that he is trapped in a time loop, and that he needs help. While very strange from the point of view of the Therapist, the receptionist, and the patient, Anakin is actually able to explore his issues (Six months later the patient meets Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi Wan by chance. The being blinks at them and says, apropo of nothing, that they feel as if they know way too much about the three of them but have no idea how or why. Anakin is a bit embarrassed, but takes the time to explain as he had grown relatively close to the patient, the therapist and the receptionist during his time getting stable).

After all these sets of loops he finally starts trying to figure out how to stop the loop. He starts asking for advice from some very confused and often very random people about things that could stop a time loop (Most would have said that a time loop was a work of fiction). At one point he even discusses it with Palpatine, but says that since Palpatine’s death greatly improves Padme’s survival it seems cruel to ask him for advice (After his therapy loops Anakin decides that he is not going to waste time on hating Palpatine). He talks to the still living Jedi Council members on Coruscant no less than 6 times to varying degrees of exasperation to all those involved. He starts just solving problems (like Palptine being alive and Order 66) and “Problems” (the two senators two floors downs from the Chancellor were not actually fighting, it was foreplay, so having the ‘Man with no Fear’ burst in and try to hold an intervention or a mediation was not helpful…or wanted) at random, hoping to stumble on the magic action that would stop the loops.

It should be noted that each loop after Anakin realized how, was started by killing Palpatine and stopping Order 66. Unless it was to test an action that required one or both of those events.

In one of the last few loops he speaks with Cody, who looks at him and asks in a voice so deadpan that it was practically an emotion on its own, “Have you tried consulting the Force?” before he went back to hovering protectively over Obi Wan.

Anakin never knew if Cody was trying to kriff with him or not. It is, however, an idea.

Anakin spends the next loop trying to commune with the force, two loops after that trying to remember enough of what Obi Wan taught him about meditating to commune with the Force. Then four loops after that, having Obi Wan teach him the basics about meditating again.

Finally he manages to commune with the Force, which is giggling. Though he had no way of knowing it had been getting steadily lighter with Anakin. He is treated to a series of impressions in which it becomes abundantly clear just how much pining both Obi Wan and Cody are leaking into the Force.

The first loop that he tries to get the two of them to admit their feelings (apparently telling them both that it was the will of the Force that they kriff was a very bad idea, poor phrasing all around) fails so badly that Anakin has to take the two subsequent loops off AND Cody continues to look askance at him for three loops after, in spite of not remembering. It does show Anakin that Obi Wan is capable of falling to the dark side, and that Evil Obi Wan is utterly terrifying. Also, it turns out that Obi Wan serves as the moral compass for all of the Clones, roughly a quarter of the Jedi, and what seems to be a tenth of the galaxy. It ends in a frankly terrifying role reversal where Anakin is shot by Cody, but only after Anakin removes Obi Wan’s head from his shoulders after tracking them to Mustafar.

Anakin would like it known that while killing Palpatine has been very therapeutic, killing Obi Wan was not, in spite of how the first loop so long ago ended.

It takes three more failure loops, thankfully none as catastrophic as the first, before Anakin hits on the idea to do some actual reconnaissance. By this point he knows exactly what to say to just about everyone he can reach during the loop to make them believe that he is in a time loop. He does not always let on but it does simplify things when he needs to explain quickly (Anakin was surprised to learn that something like 80% of the Jedi have a codeword for ‘the person stating this codeword is trapped in a time loop’. He is starting to think that his missions were not as unusual as he thought). He spends a number of loops with Obi Wan and Cody individually then a number of loops with the two of them together to figure out why they are so heavily in denial (Many reasons, both logical and not) and how to break them of that denial without sending Obi Wan into another breakdown.

He does try once and only once to replicate that first try, sending Obi Wan to the Dark to see if that is legitimately how they would admit to their feelings. Anakin makes it almost to the end of the loop before he kills Cody himself before Obi Wan can admit to anything and make this the end of the loops. The death toll was too high.

At last, after countless loops, Anakin finally finds the right sequence of events to get the Codywan confession. This includes, but is not limited to: Killing Palpatine, Stopping Order 66 by ordering a stand down (the timing is tight on this one but Anakin has gotten it down to an art form and no Jedi are lost to Order 66), using an Order he found where the clones will repeat a specified message (“We are currently being controlled by an inhibitor chip in our brains, an order was sent out to kill all the Jedi but was stopped by a stand down Order issued by Anakin Skywalker. I have no other information at this time.”), Confessing to his marriage and near future children (in a few of the loops Padme went into labor earlier, so he knows that it is twins) to the Jedi Council(the relationship is not a surprise, nor is the pregnancy, the legal marriage moreso), Confessing to the Tusken Massacre and agreeing to heavy duty therapy and reparations, getting a clone rights bill pushed through unnaturally fast (the two senators from earlier controlled a good chunk of the senate through bribery, did not want anyone to know about their midafternoon tryst, and were wanted Anakin to go away), talking to Cody and Obi Wan individually and the finally together about their concerns.

It ends with both Anakin and Obi Wan choosing to leave the Jedi Order eventually.

Anakin finds that the poison that Palpatine had been so careful to feed him regarding the Jedi Order as a whole is just a hair too pervasive for him to be comfortable there again. Even knowing that it is all false does not prevent him from automatically believing the worst of any rules that the Jedi Order has, no matter how reasonable. He finds that it is not healthy for him or the Jedi Order. He finishes his reparations for the Tusken Massacre and leaves the Order when the Twins are almost five.

For Obi Wan he is…so tired. To him it feels like he has gone nonstop since he was a kid. He also has a slightly skewed view of what it means to be Jedi, some of which came from Qui Gon Jinn, some came from being bonded to Anakin as he was being poisoned against the Order by Palpatine. He still believes in the Jedi way and the Code, but truly feels he is no longer capable of being a ‘good’ Jedi. Like with Anakin it is not an immediate process. Obi Wan is still driven by his responsibilities. He makes sure that the clones are situated, as safe and happy as they could be, he helps to find a replacement for himself and the counselors that died fighting Palpatine. He makes plans for after leaving, and he has a series of panic attacks when some of the Jedi counselors suggest reforming the Order and the Code to make him more comfortable in staying (There was something fundamentally wrong to Obi Wan about the Order changing to keep one being, no matter who it is. If the Order was to change it should do so for the betterment of the Order as a whole). Finally, three years after the war ends, Obi Wan formally leaves the Jedi Order. He has obtained permission for himself, Cody, and a dozen clones from what had been the 212th to visit and study old Force Sect ruins and temples, both of the light and the dark.

The sleep cycle after their departure from Coruscant, curled up with Cody, is the first time in over a decade that he has been able to completely relax.

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