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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Doux Mais Fort (Obi-wan Kenobi x reader) In Progress

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  His Starlight (Thranduil x F!Reader) Character Death/Blood warning

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* House Djarin (work in progress, fic concept posted)

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New Fic concept

-work in progress starting January 31, 2021

House Djarin

Mandalorian x reader, Royal/medieval AU

Din Djarin is the heir to the throne of mandalore. After his father dies, the young prince ascends to the throne and is expected to marry the heiress of House Kryze, Lady Bo Katan. Little do the people know, Din Djarin loves another. A young common girl, his shiny light, his star. When word gets out of his betrayal to House Kryze, rumors of the throne being challenged are heard. But what happens when the prince’s love hears different rumors being made against the prince? Rumors that put him in grave danger.

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Going to be doing a huge revamp to this blog. I’ll begin writing again (my confidence has returned) I’m gonna clean out some old works that I don’t really like an ill most likely change my @

I appreciate all the support 💖💖

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Do you have a tag list for your new Obi wan x princess reader fic??

No tag list yet! I haven’t had a chance to write for it this week because of work and school. But once I’m a few more parts in, I’ll totally add you to the list once I make it if you want! 💕💕

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Doux Mais Fort

“Soft Yet Strong”

CHAPTER 1, Obi-wan Kenobi x Female Reader

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           Obi-wan Kenobi never thought he’d ever return to Stewjon, let alone be assigned to protect the royal family of the planet he once so long ago would’ve called home. He wasn’t alone in this assignment though. His former padawan, now general to republic forces would accompany him with his own padawan to protect the King and Queen while Obi-wan was to protect the princess.

           The three Jedi arrived to the planet and the palace of the royals rather quickly. The grassy farm planet wasn’t a large as Obi-wan remembered it to be. As the ship approached the large stone palace, the Jedi could tell that the planet had yet to integrate many forms of technology into their kingdom. The area around the palace itself held a large city around it, and the outskirts of the city was all villages and farmland. Golden fields of drying wheat and vast orchards that grew who knows what kinds of fruits scattered the vast terrain. Just as Obi-wan had remembered from his memories of visiting his brother as a young padawan.

           The ship landed in a designated field filled with various other ships just behind the palace itself. The three Jedi were greeted in kind by who they assumed to be the royal guard. With the Captain of the guard at the head of the group of men making their way towards the ship, Obi-wan, Anakin and Ahsoka made their way off the vessel to meet them halfway.

           “General Kenobi I presume?” asked the man at the lead. He wore silver armor which differed much from Kenobi’s white jedi armor and Anakin’s black. And instead of a blaster at his belt, the man carried a simple steel sword. No wonder the Senate requested the Jedi to be sent as protection. This planet had yet to modernize their weaponry and lacked defense against the ongoing threats towards the royal family.

           “Indeed I am. This is General Anakin Skywalker, and his padawan Ahsoka Tano. They were assigned to protect the King and Queen from any threats while I am assigned to the princess.” Obi-wan replied holding out his hand to shake.

           Reluctantly the Captain took his hand and shook it. Obi-wan could feel the unease and uncertainty radiating off of the man. The two groups stood for a moment in silence before Ahsoka broke the tense feeling in the air.

           “Well, I guess we should meet their highnesses then. Care to show us the way?” the young padawan says.

           “Good call Snips.” Anakin replies with a nervous laugh.

           Obi-wan had thought that the guard would have welcomed the Jedi more than they seem to be now. But the group seemed to follow suit in the Captain’s hostile manor towards them. Maybe he felt threatened by the Jedi? Were they overstepping their bounds in taking up the task of protecting the family instead of the guards protecting them themselves? Obi-wan pushed those thoughts aside.

           “I supposed you must meet who you will be protecting.” Scoffed the captain. “Though General Kenobi, I will say that you will not find the princess where we will be going.”

           “And why is that Captain?” Obi-wan asks.

           “Princess Y/N has a history of slipping off to places she shouldn’t be.” The Captain replied. “If I were you General, I’d start looking in the orchards on the palace grounds or maybe the wheat fields west of the palace. In the meantime, my men and I shall escort General Skywalker and his padawan to the throne room. The king and queen will meet you in due time today Kenobi.”

           A princess with a tendency to slip away. Great. Obi-wan Kenobi had faced many difficult challenges, but protecting this princess very well may be the most difficult challenge he will ever face.

           As the group of men began to follow the Captain towards the palace, Anakin and Ahsoka began to follow behind. But not without stopping to give Obi-wan a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a smile.

           “I’m sure the princess won’t be as much of a challenge as they say Obi-wan. And besides, I hear that the princess is one of the most beautiful in the galaxy.” Anakin.

           “More beautiful than Padme, Anakin?” Obi-wan questioned with a knowing smirk.

           “Never more beautiful than Padme.” Anakin said as he continued to walk away.

           Obi-wan was alone now. Tasked with finding the princess who could be anywhere on the palace grounds. But before he began his search, he couldn’t help but take in the scenery. The trees in gardens, and soft breeze that blew through his reddish blonde hair and the golden wheat fields in the distance. Coruscant was Obi-wan’s home, but he couldn’t help but admit that he truly missed Stewjon. Nothing compared to the natural beauty of this planet. That is until he laid eyes upon the princess he was set on looking for.

           He spent what felt like hours searching. He didn’t know where to start and he didn’t even know what the princess actually looked like. But lucky for him, servant working in the orchards had pointed him towards the wheat field. The exact one to the west in which the Captain had mentioned to check.

           The walk was long, but he paid it no mind. Obi-wan didn’t often get time like this to enjoy the nature that surrounded him. Being a Jedi General amidst the ongoing war gave him little time to enjoy the simple things in life.

           After walking along the path on the edge of the the golden field for a good distance, Obi-wan finally came upon a lone apple tree at the end of his trail. And under that tree laid the most beautiful girl, or should he say woman he had ever seen. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the princess of Stewjon.

           Obi-wan approached quietly, not wanting to startle the sleeping woman. She was beautiful as she laid there, under the tree in her elegant cream-colored gown. Her long H/C hair was strewn out in a halo around her face. And an old leather-bound book laid beside her. The whole scene before him put a soft smile on his face. That is until she began to stir.

           With her eyes still closed, the princess shifted the position she lay. Obi-wan was afraid he had woken her up.

           “So, you must be General Obi-wan Kenobi. Are you here to collect me and bring me back to the palace?”

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Doux Mais Fort

“Soft Yet Strong”

-this is an Obi-wan Kenobi reader insert story that I am currently working on. I’ve decided to get back into writing and decided to write for my darling Obi-wan Kenobi. It’s a work in progress, but I hope to have the first part posted soon.

(I do not own any of the images in the collage)

Obi-wan Kenobi x Princess! Reader

“To be soft is to be powerful my darling General.”

When the royal family of the quiet planet Stewjon is threatened by Federation forces, General Obi-wan Kenobi and General Anakin Skywalker are tasked with protection of the rulers of the planet Kenobi once called home. Following Jedi code, Obi-wan vowed not get distracted due to his affiliation with the planet and his vow to never create attachments. But when he first lays eyes on the princess, he knows he will not be able to keep true to his vows as a Jedi.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Chapter 1

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I may have fallen down a Ralph Lauren/Talented Mr Ripley hole on Pinterest. The result, which I present to you here, is 1950s Oxford Obi-Wan… or college-age Obiana Jones? :P 

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His Starlight

Thranduil x Reader

Warnings: major character death and mentions of blood.

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The fire roared as you sat together quietly it’s light casting shadows across the walls of your room. Just enjoying each others company as your beloved wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

“Did our little prince go to sleep well tonight?” Thranduil asks.

“He did, but not without making a small fuss, just like his father.” You answer, bringing Thranduil’s hand to your lips for a soft kiss.

Thranduil laughs. His enchanting voice slightly echoing through the room.

“You must be mistaken. Our little Greenleaf takes after me in looks, not in personality, that is what he gets from you my dear Queen.” He says, a teasing smile spreading across his pale lips.

He moves in closer to you about to steal a kiss when the couple is interrupted by a small knock on the door.

You both turn to look at the door, wondering who it could so late in the evening.

“Who is it?” You ask. After a short pause, a small voice answers through the door.

“Naneth, Ada, can I stay with you?” The small voice says.

It was Legolas. The small elven prince must not have been able to sleep.

“I’ll get him.” Thranduil says, getting up from his comfortable position.

He moves towards the doors, low and behold as he opens it, the small prince stands there, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

The silver haired king scoops up his son and brings him to his mother over by the fire. You take Legolas in your arms and Thranduil sits down with you again.

“Did you have a bad dream winë?” You ask Legolas.

“I couldn’t sleep Naneth, I wanted to be with you and Ada.” He answers. A small yawn escaping his lips as he snuggles closer into your side.

“You can stay winë, as long as you are a good little prince during your studies tomorrow morning.” You say.

“I will be good Naneth. I promise.” Says Legolas.

You sit in silence with your family for a while. You and Thranduil watch over your now sleeping son in silence.

But the moment is interrupted when the sound of a horn being blown in the distance startles the young prince awake.

“What could that be?” You ask Thranduil, worry laced in your voice. Nothing could dare come near Mirkwood at this time of night.

“Must be an animal of some sort seen by the borders. I must go and tend to the situation.” Thranduil answers.

He leaves the room, but before he does he locks it behind him and posts guards by the outsides of the door.

He’s cautious. If anything were actually happening, he had to be assured that his queen and son were safe.

Thranduil made his way to his throne room to speak to his guards on night watch about why the horn was blown.

Thranduil hadn’t been gone long before it happened.

You still sat by the fire with Legolas, and you had decided to read him a story to keep him calm.

Out of nowhere as you read to Legolas, a group of four orcs crashed through you room’s stained glass window.

You acted quickly, grabbing Legolas and hiding him in the wardrobe.

“Naneth!” the small elf cried. “What is happening?” He cried to you.

This broke your heart. You had to save your son. He was your everything, you loved him more than life itself.

“It’s alright my little Greenleaf. Stay in here and hide, no matter what you hear, do not come out unless your Ada or I come to get you.” You tell him, tears welling in your own eyes.

“Take this. Hold onto it for me until I come back.” You say, taking off a beautiful necklace of gems that shown white like stars. They were a gift from Thranduil.

Legolas took them and nodded. With that, you kissed his cheek and closed the door to the wardrobe, ready to fight.

The orcs were strong and you were outnumbered. As they came closer, you pulled your hidden dagger out it sheath from where it was hidden under your dress.

A blade of silver with a beautiful hilt made of crystal. You had named your blade “crystal sypher” when it was gifted to you.

Thranduil demanded that you carry it as at least some form of protection.

The orcs moved closer. One taking a quick swipe at you, but you were faster. You sliced its throat and dodged the thick black blood that spewed from the wound.

One down, three to go.

But the others weren’t so naive as the first one. They came to attack for a reason and they were determined to complete their task.

The three orcs moved fast. One lunging forward to strike, but missing as you sliced its arm.

You had made a mistake attacking. While distracted, the lead orc came up from behind and sliced you with his blade. Not to kill, just to wound you and make you fall off guard.

You screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Your screams echoed through the halls of the palace. Alerting Thranduil to your danger.

He ran. As fast as his legs could carry with many guards in his steed. The sighting on the border had just been a distraction. Part of an attack that Thranduil had not seen coming.

He made it to your doors. The two guards posted were trying to get in, but the door of course had been locked.

Only Thranduil had the key. As his shaking hands fumbled with they key, finally unlocking the doors, he couldn’t bear to see the sight before him.

You stood in the middle of the room with a knife held to your throat by an orc. Two others stood on either side of the vile creature. One wounded, no doubt by you.

His eyes flicked to the floor where he saw you dagger next to a dead orc. You had tried to defend yourself. And in that moment of fear for you, he felt a bit of pride.

But it was soon washed away as he realized his son was nowhere to be seen. His concern grew as he walked into the room followed by his guards.

Weapons were raised, ready to fight, but he couldn’t risk you being killed. So he reluctantly decided to compromise.

“Let the queen go and I will grant you freedom.” He told them. “I will let you walk from my realm, just let her go.”

The orc with it blade to your throat snickered “We are not here to hurt the queen elf. We are here to hurt you.” It says. “Our master expects our task to be completed. We don’t accept.”

You could see Thranduil’s eyes harden. He was scared, but all his icy blue eyes would let them see was his anger.

“So be it.” He says. He steps forward unsheathing his long and beautiful silver blade.

But the orc was quick. Right as he saw the drawn blade, he took his chance and stabbed his blade into your heart.

You gasped in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Thranduil screamed in rage. His guards quickly moving to kill the orcs as he ran to your side.

“Meleth nîn” he says to you, taking you into his arms.

“I’m sorry.” You say. Pain and exhaustion apparent in your voice.

“The is no need to say sorry meleth nîn. Just stay awake until the medics come.” He says.

But you were running out of time. And both of you could feel it.

“Where is our child, where is Legolas my love?” Thranduil asks.

“He’s safe.” You say turning your head to look a the wardrobe.

Using up the last of your energy, never to move again. Your eyes slowly closing for eternity.

Thranduil screamed in rage as you fell lifeless in his arms.

He cried into you. His one and only love, his queen, his starlight in never ending darkness, the mother of his child stolen by disgusting orcs.

Child. Legolas. He needed to see if he was alright. He gently laid your limp body on the stone floor and covered you in a silken sheet. He couldn’t bear to let his young son see his mother in such state.

He moved slowly towards the wardrobe. He could hear soft crying coming from inside.

“Legolas, winë, it is Ada. You are safe now.” He says as he opens the doors.

He crouches down to the level of his son, and parts the silken dresses he hides behind to see him.

The small elf clutches your necklace. The one Thranduil had gifted to you long ago and the sight makes his heart ache.

He takes the small prince into his arms and walks him to his own chambers.

“Ada, where is Naneth?” Legolas whispers.

“Your mother is gone. She walks the halls of Mandos now. We won’t be seeing her again my Greenleaf.” Thranduil replies.

His voice almost cold. Something had changed in the King of Mirkwood that tragic night, and he would never be the same again.

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Elvish Language Key:

Naneth- mother

Ada- father

Winë- little one

Meleth nîn- my love

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A Perfect Match

‘Dorian Gray x reader’ short story written for drinix. My first piece upon request.. Not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you may still like it :)

When Dorian returned to London from his faraway travels, you instantly caught his eye. But you were engaged and had no intentions of leaving your fiancé, though he could sense you felt the same attraction to him as he did towards you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “Why him?” Dorian asked you with a bemused expression plastered on his handsome face.

His reaction made your heart flutter involuntarily and it scared you a little, you truly hated the fact that he still had such power over your feelings although you had promised yourself to another. You tried to mask your anxiety with a smirk when you answered to him. “Because he loves me and treats me the way I deserve.” “I doubt that very much.” Dorian scoffed and slightly shook his head. “Why don’t you want to be mine, Y/N? You couldn’t help but laugh at his suggestion. "Why the hell should I want it?”

“Because you love me.” came his blunt reply and made you chuckle. “I’ve never said such a thing.” “But you never denied it, either.” “I deny it now, okay?” you huffed in irritation, he was getting on your nerves with this talk. “And why do you possibly care? You’ve always cared only about yourself, keep that on.” Dorian studied you closely, only adding to your exasperation. “I know you love me, Y/N.” Your eyes narrowed at him, “You think so high of yourself, Dorian. And even if it were true, we would never work together. Never could I be happy with someone like you.” “Why not?” he frowned. “Because I’m not going to share my man with the others and I know you, Dorian.” you explained dryly. “Your reputation preceeds you. And I have no desire to become one of your whores, thank you.” “Well…” Dorian’s frown deepened, “I didn’t expect such a quick and harsh judgement from you. Especially from you.” You only raised your eyebrow in confusion. “You know I’m not the only one here with a troubled past.” he stated confidently. “What do you mean?” your question carried a dangerous tone but Dorian didn’t seem to notice it, or more probably decided to ignore it. “That you are simply too keen to criticize me, for someone who got her own parents killed.” Dorian somehow couldn’t prevent a satisfied smile from spreading over his lips. But as he kept watching your bewildered face, it became obvious that by saying those words he had crossed the line and he immediately regretted ever letting them out of his mouth. It took you a while to register and process his sentence but as soon as you did, it briskly got you up on your feet. “That wasn’t funny, Dorian.” Your voice trembled and your eyes glistened in the light of the room. “It was an accident.” And you turned on your heels, taking a swift leave. On the instant, Dorian ran after you. “Y/N! Y/N, wait! I’m sorry for what I said, I really am!” You willed your feet to a halt but didn’t feel like turning around and facing him again. “I know I’m an idiot, Y/N. Please…” He gently grabbed your waist in attempt to make you look him in the eye, to see the truth reflecting there. But the moment his hands touched your body, you couldn’t hold back anymore and slapped him across a cheek. No matter how much you really loved him, he was a jerk. “Don’t you dare put your hands on me ever again!” You sounded threatening enough that he stepped back absentmindedly and stared after your retreating form. … Dorian was walking the darkened streets at a fast pace, his steps firm and determined. It had been three months since the unfortunate incident, when he so indiscreetly insulted you, and no day had passed without him sinking into self-loathing for hurting you with his cruel words. Three long months and he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of you. Until today. He had spotted you in the foyer of a theatre before the beginning of the performance and you had spared him a glance before your husband had forcefully led you away, out of his sight. But the brief, fleeting look had made his stomach twist, he could have sworn there had been something going on with you. And it had been a reason enough for him to make up his mind and pay you a visit. You were sitting by your vanity, slowly removing the thick layer of powder on your face. Soon, the true colourful state of your cheek was revealed and you sighed. Never would you have thought that you were going to be such a mess only two months after your fairytale-like wedding. You’d seen Dorian in the theatre today and you had wished to run towards him, to tell him that he’d been right about your feelings and that you had already forgiven him for acting like a stupid nut. But George had pushed you forward and your chance had been gone. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar voice from the grand hall and your whole body tensed up. What the hell was he doing here?! “To what do we owe the pleasure, Dorian?” George sniggered after letting the other man in. “You didn’t attend our wedding which has me wondering why are you coming now?” “Where is Y/N?” Dorian growled angrily. Before George could open his mouth again, you came to the fore and spoke softly “Dorian. I am glad to see you again.” Your husband’s eyes narrowed at you dangerously but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. Dorian’s mouth sligtly opened at the sight of you, he immediately noticed the bruise on your left cheek. A second later he was already gripping George’s collar, snarling at him “What have you done to her?!” With great effort George shoved Dorian off of himself. “She’s my wife and I can do as I please with her!” This statement earned him a punch in the face from the handsome. George was holding his bleeding nose and yelled “Are you insane?! You’re going to pay for this, Gray!” But Dorian wasn’t afraid of him. Instead, he used his walking stick to knock George down and got onto him, hitting his shocked face again and again till his hand hurt. “Dorian! Please stop it! Dorian!” your screams echoed throughout the spacious room as you rushed towards the two men. “He’s had enough.” you told him with tears in your eyes as you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He reluctantly let go of the limp body and stood up, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. “I’m so sorry for what I said back then, Y/N. I merely wanted to point out that we were a perfect match, a fornicator and a killer.” He heard you chuckle and added “We would definitely give the people something to talk about.” You withdrew from him a little bit and looked up. “You were right, I’ve been in love with you ever since the first day we met.” you admitted bashfully. “I know.” Dorian nodded and his lips quirked up into a smile. “Me, too.” Both your and his eyes had locked together before he tentatively leaned down and kissed you tenderly. “Now let’s go, you are not going to stay in this bloody house any longer.” Dorian announced after the kiss. A frown had marred your pretty face. “But where will we go?” Dorian once again pulled you close and kissed your forehead in a loving manner. “Does it really matter?” A coy smile bloomed on your lips as you took his outstretched hand resolutely, allowing him to lead you wherever his heart was guiding him. He might not have been a saint before but he had changed, that was for sure. And he was positive that with Y/N by his side he could finally find the real happiness he had been so desperately looking for.