Can you do the zip me prompt with QuiObiAni Sith Au please. You're writing is amazing
OH GOSH I just realized you requested QuiObiAni AU stuff! MAN. This is just regular Obikin fic but I’ll be sure to add some clothing specific stuff to the AU. I’m sorry anon. <3
Obi-Wan stared at himself in the mirror, eyes narrowed. A delicate chain stretched across his forehead, disappearing into his hair. His robes were pale blue and made of heavy brocade, the silver pattern shining dully in the bright lights. The sleeves, by contrast, were pale, thin gossamer; every move Obi-Wan made showed glimpses of skin.
Obi-Wan should have expected something like this. This marriage was a statement of power for Anakin. The entire affair would be over the top, an excuse to display his wealth and and splendor, as well as an excuse to show off his new pet Jedi.
Wincing away from that thought, Obi-Wan looked down at his hands. All but his fingertips were covered by the thin fabric. A good way to make fighting more difficult, Obi-Wan thought, although the force inhibitors would do the job well enough.
When he looked back up, Obi-Wan realized he was no longer alone. He held his surprise well enough, he thought, and met Anakin’s gaze in the mirror.
Anakin held the heavy, opulent tunic that was to go over his robes. Obi-Wan noticed, bitterly and ashamed for it, that the tunic didn’t have sleeves; it seemed he would have to come to terms with his nearly bare arms.
“Surely all this isn’t necessary,” Obi-Wan said but submitted to having the robes draped over his shoulders. Arguing wouldn’t change anything.
“Necessary, no,” Anakin said, reaching around to knot the tie at Obi-Wan’s waist. “But desired, yet. And what I desire, I get.” His hands smoothed down the thick fabric of the tunic before landing on Obi-Wan’s hips. Anakin leaned forward, a line of heat down Obi-Wan’s back, and cautiously nuzzled against his hair, careful not to disturb the chain. Obi-Wan froze in his embrace, although he kept his face carefully blank. When Anakin finally pulled away, it was only to take Obi-Wan’s shoulders and turn him around.
Obi-Wan shuddered at the intensity of Anakin’s gaze and he frowned, finding it difficult to meet. “What are you doing?”
Anakin smiled. “Admiring my consort.”
Obi-Wan fixed his gaze at a point over Anakin’s left shoulder. “Oh, of course,” he said. “Don’t bother asking how your consort feels about being manhandled.”
Laughing, Anakin leaned closer. “Such a flair for dramatics,” he said, which Obi-Wan thought was an outrageous and downright hypocritical claim. “This certainly doesn’t count as manhandling.” He cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “When I manhandle you, you’ll know it.”
Despite his resolve to not allow Anakin to get to him, Obi-Wan felt his cheeks heat up and he turned his face to the side. Anakin forced Obi-Wan to turn back to him, eyes narrowed. “Don’t hide from me.”
Obi-Wan blinked. “Am I not allowed the privacy of my own thoughts and emotions?” he asked tonelessly.
Anakin pulled away and Obi-Wan despaired to know he was deciding how to answer the question. Anakin stared at him for a moment before cocking his head to one side. “While there is to be no secrets between us, you are allowed to have your own thoughts and emotions.”
“How magnanimous of my lord,” Obi-Wan said, and immediately regretted the snark when Anakin’s eyes darkened.
“You agreed to this!” Anakin said. “You know me better than anyone else in the galaxy, Obi-Wan, and you agreed to this.”
“For the good of the galaxy,” Obi-Wan said. “I didn’t agree because I wanted to, to belong to you! I agreed because this was the ultimatum you ordered, Anakin! This is what you wanted. If it weren’t for that….” Obi-Wan paused, taking a deep, trembling breath. “If it weren’t for that, I would never have come here. I would never be yours.”
There was silence between them for a moment. “That’s where you’re wrong, Obi-Wan,” Anakin said. “And we both know it. You’ve belonged to me for a long, long time.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Obi-Wan’s, his hands heavy on Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “Remember how it was, when it was just the two of us against the universe?” he murmured. “When we were constantly on missions and had no one but each other. We belonged to each other, you and I. Do you remember?”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes but he could still feel Anakin’s heat, his breath against his face. “Of course I do. But things are different now-”
“They don’t have to be,” Anakin interrupted. “I’m doing what I’ve always done. Whatever’s best for the galaxy. I know you don’t believe me now but you’ll understand soon.” He cupped Obi-Wan’s cheeks in his hands, smiling. “I’ll make you see.”
He believed it. Obi-Wan could tell, from the quiet fervor in his gaze and the resolution in his smile, that Anakin absolutely believed what he was saying. Obi-Wan found the delusion terrifying. But was worse than Anakin’s perfect belief was Obi-Wan’s momentary desire to accept it.
But he would not. He was not falter at the face of this seduction. As Anakin offered his arm, as Obi-Wan took it, as they walked from the dressing room, Obi-Wan chanted quietly in his mind that he would not get swept away.
And once again, he ignored the quiet voice that suggested this was the best possible way to drown.
Dead Master skipped her way to the arena, dragging Autlen behind her. "Come on, now. We will be late for the meeting. And I want to show off my new pet to the others... Those bitches don't know what their fighters are up against." She smiled widely.
Autlen usually hated everything Dead Master made him do, but this… This was his shit. So he kept up as best as his weakened body would allow, adrenaline already causing that familiar feeling that he loved so much.