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Hi! For a (kind of mature) writing prompt- Obi Wan being feral when he and Anakin are making out and he grips Anakin so possessively he tears open his tunic (but Anakin certainly doesn’t mind🫣)

Thank you so much for the prompt and sorry for the delay, this week is CRAZY.

It started a bit angsty but I swear it gets better pretty quickly 😏 We love a feral Obi-Wan

Light NSFW under the cut.

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"I'll see you around Rex, preferably after a hot meal and a good shower ! Try to rest, boys !"

Anakin waves at them as they all dispatch on the landing area, each of them having different plans for the night, different priorities, different kinds of rituals every time they get back home after a mission. Especially after a three months long mission.

His own starts with a burning hot shower and the greasiest take-out he can order from his favourite Abednedoian place. He could eat it while replaying the last podrace he has missed while away. Or... He could comm Obi-Wan, ask if he'd like to share a meal.

He hasn't signaled his return yet. The last month had seen their communications become scarcer each passing day. Their daily calls had slowly transformed into weekly calls without Anakin noticing or understanding how it ended up that way. And it was not only about the frequency of the calls, it was about the content of them. Obi-Wan seemed tired and worried more and more often, the lines on his face deepening as the light in his eyes became more dull. The hours they could spend listening to the other talk or breath or simply live had progressively shrunk into stolen minutes between a battle and a meeting. And the words had turned empty.

Anakin doesn't know what it means for them, and a part of him is terrified to find out.

What if Obi-Wan finally realizes that all of this was a mistake ? That he is better off without him ? That the oath he swore to the Jedi code is more important that whatever they have going on ?

A part of him, cowardly curled up behind a wall of ego, wants to stay in denial. The other one, rational but not less scared, knows that they have to talk about this. But not when his stomach is empty and his limbs heavy with exhaustion.

The walk to his quarters happens in a semi-haze, his steps automatic through the emptiness of the Temple's corridors, the sound of his boots echoing in the silence of the night as he navigates to his own private haven.

He's about to enter the code on the door's panel when something stops him in his tracks. A sensation, fleeting and blurry at first, like the hesitant touch of a mind against his own, but then... The presence in the Force blooms suddenly, warm and familiar and bubbling with joyful recognition as it wraps around his own in welcome.

Obi-Wan's there. In Anakin's quarters.

When the door slides open, he doesn't even have the time to come up with something sensible, to apologize or to simply try to express what has been going on in the tangle of his mind for the past weeks as he comes across a drowsy-faced Obi-Wan standing in the middle of the living room with a cup of fuming tea and sleeping clothes that look too big on him. His hair is mussed and the bags under his eyes betray the fact that he was probably asleep not so long ago. The sight is so domestic, so far away from what Anakin expected to come back to that his tongue takes action before his brain.

"What- What are you doing here ?" He asks, a little bit too blunt, surprised.

The comforting presence cradling him in the Force a second ago retreats back at the words. Obi-Wan seems just as surprised to see him.

"I missed you." He answers simply, the lingering haze of sleep probably helping with his honesty. "You didn't tell me you were back."

"I- I know." Anakin lets his bag slide slowly from his shoulder to the floor as the door hushes close behind him. "I just landed."

"I could have come to welcome you and your men." Obi-Wan says. Not a reproach but not totally a fact either. Anakin doesn't know where to stand.

"You were sleeping." He answers awkwardly, not moving from his spot as Obi-Wan keeps his own as well.

They look at each other for a couple of seconds, silence charged with unsaid things and hesitations, like they don't remember how to function around each other anymore.

But then, Obi-Wan moves. He puts his cup on the table and takes a single step towards Anakin, before stopping.

"I missed you." He repeats softly, almost like a confession. "I'm glad you're back."

The knot in Anakin's gut unties slightly at the tone of Obi-Wan's voice, at the gentleness and unhidden longing behind the words. He rarely opens up like that, rarely lets Anakin see him so raw, so vulnerable. He takes a better look at him, heart softening in his chest when he realizes-

"Is that why you're sleeping in my clothes ?"

A pretty blush creeps up on top of Obi-Wan's cheeks but he doesn't look away.

"Like I said..."

Anakin crosses the distance left between them, slow and delicate to let him time to retreat, and when he doesn't he wraps his arms around his waist to pull him against him.

"You missed me." He finishes when they're pressed close enough to feel each other's breath. "I missed you too, you know ?"

"I don't know." Obi-Wan replies, not heated but sincere. "It has been hard to tell these past weeks."

And the fact that Obi-Wan could have doubted him, the fact that he made him doubt about them, that he made him feel unwanted, uncared for, misunderstood, alone... It breaks Anakin's heart.

Unwrapping his arms from around Obi-Wan, he raises his hands to gently hold his face.

"Can I kiss you ?" He asks in a whisper.

"You shouldn't have to ask." Obi-Wan whispers back before tilting his head up.

Anakin meets him in the middle, fingers sliding back to intertwine with silky locks and keep his mouth close.

Obi-Wan is still warm with sleep, strong muscles pliant under Anakin's hands. His kisses are slow and deep, seeping inside Anakin's bone the same way his fingers brushing along his jaw or the flick of his tongue behind his teeth does. Things that are so intimately Obi-Wan that Anakin's chest hurts with love and belonging. He lets Obi-Wan take the lead, pull on his curls to angle the kiss better, press his body against his until his back hits the nearest wall.

He doesn't know at what point something changes. When Obi-Wan's kisses become more urgent, when the press of his fingers on his hips starts getting painful. It's not that he cares ; he tends to beg for Obi-Wan to mark him for the days to come. It's about Obi-Wan's habitual self-restraint and decorum that he apparently decided to throw out the window.

It takes his breath away, when Obi-Wan presses his warm lips just under the curve of his jaw in an open-mouthed kiss that makes his pulse quicken. The grazing of his teeth raises goosebumps down his neck, a trail that Obi-Wan diligently follows with his tongue.

"Obi-Wan..." He breathes out at his lover kisses the hollow of his throat, wrapping his fingers around his neck to keep him in place.

"I've missed how you smell." Obi-Wan whispers, nuzzling down past the collar of his undertunic, a thumb hooking on the edge to push it aside.

"I need a shower." Anakin replies, breath short as Obi-Wan presses his mouth against the newly displayed clavicles.

He really needs one. The last time he cleaned himself was in a quick sonic he took two days ago while he was onboard. He knows he doesn't smell good, but it doesn't seem to bother Obi-Wan who decided to take personally the fact that Anakin wore too many layers.

"What are you doing ?" He asks as the older Jedi slides a hand under his tabard, grabs the lapels of his undertunic with both hands and pulls. "Hey, careful, you're gonna-"

The tearing of the fabric clearly resonates in between the quick breaths they're sharing, and for a moment Anakin can't process what just happened.

It's only when hot lips press against the bare skin of his torso that his brain connects the sound to the sight. And the realization causes a mix of bewilderment and arousal to pool in the pit of his lower belly.

"Did you just- Did you just rip my tunic off ?" He asks, astounded.

The Obi-Wan he left three months ago would probably never have even dreamt of damaging something belonging to the Temple, even less something so symbolic and- and he was all about self-control and respect for the thing he owned and yet.

"Mm." Is the only response Anakin gets before a wet tongue brushes against one of his nipples, making him curse and arch against the wall.

"Kriff, Obi-Wan..." He pants as Obi-Wan gently sucks on his prize. "What's gotten into you tonight ?"

In lieu of an answer, the hands around his neck slide down to his shoulders, grabbing the already torn fabric and pushing it down his arms. Another crack, and this time the sound goes straight to Anakin's cock.

"Stars, so impatient-" He moans as Obi-Wan's mouth moves to the center of his abdomen, kissing a pattern down his abs and around his navel. "You're so fucking hot."

"And you're way too dressed." Obi-Wan groans, hands brushing along his hips to gather on the belt of his pants, fingers digging under to hold it tight.

"Kriff." Anakin leans back, resting his head against the wall, one hand on Obi-Wan's hair. "Undress me, then."

He immediately regrets the words the moment he pronounces them, but before he can open his mouth, he can already feel the tug and the sound the button of his pants makes when it gets ripped out by Obi-Wan's strong hands and bounces on the floor before rolling away.

"By the Force, Obi-Wan !" He grumbles, cheeks reddening at the indecent sight of the growing bulge peeking from under his ripped pants. "Those were new !"

Obi-Wan hums, straightening to look him in the eyes, looking entirely too proud of himself. Anakin wonders for a second if someone would believe what just happened. Probably not. Obi-Wan's not like that. Obi-Wan doesn't tear people's clothes off because he doesn't have the patience to undress them like a normal person. But Obi-Wan also doesn't sleep in his former padawan's pajamas when he misses him, he doesn't spend entire nights worshipping every inch of his fellow general's body, he doesn't call in the middle of a mission just to hear his voice, or kiss him until they're both out of breath. This Obi-Wan doesn't do these sorts of things. Except for Anakin he does.

And the thought alone makes Anakin's body feel too tight for the intensity of his feelings.

"You needed to take a shower, I'm helping you save time." Obi-Wan answers with an infuriating little smile that Anakin always wants to kiss stupid.

"We're gonna have to talk about this new, rebel, version of yours." Anakin breathes out, already feeling on the brink of explosion.

"Right after I show you how I missed you." Obi-Wan whispers, leaning forward to press his lips against Anakin's once again, and when he rests his palm against his cock, Anakin can only agree with him.

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Heyo! Just saw you're taking prompts. If it's up your alley, maybe something with rich and famous (politician, actor, businessman) Obi-Wan meeting grad student Anakin?

Oh I had a lot of fun writing this one 😆

Thank you for this prompt that made me cringe every five seconds for Anakin, I hope you'll like it as I took some liberties with Obi's occupations 🫶🏻

(Still taking prompts ☄️)

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"Anakin, no."

"Oh, Anakin fucking yes." The concerned one retorted with an ominous grin as his gaze traveled slowly to the other side of the cafeteria. "Have you looked at him ?"

"I did !" The brunette seated in front of him hissed. "And I won't let you mess with one of my father's best friends just because you can't keep it in your pants !"

Anakin's grin widened as his eyes stayed glued to the man queueing at the self-service desk with a salad on his tray.

"I wonder how he is keeping it in his pants. It looks hug- Ouch !"

Anakin jolted back to his friend all the while reaching under the table to massage his shin with a wince.

"Did you just hit me ?!"

Padme glared at him from above her own half-eaten salad, arms crossed against her slim chest.

"Stop staring at my father's friend like a freaking pervert ! You're going to get him and us in trouble."

Anakin sniffed as his lips turned to a pout. He shrugged.

"Your father doesn't have to know about it. I know how to be discreet. I know plenty of places where you can suck a dick without anyone know- I'm joking. I'm joking !"

He quickly raised his legs on his chair as Padme's glare intensified, but as tall as he was he still managed to hit his knees under the table anyway.

"I know you're not joking." Padme sighed, but she was a woman of little faith, or she knew him too well. He preferred to believe the former.

"You're the one always complaining about my lack of romantic life." Anakin pointed out.

"Sucking stranger's dicks in old abandoned classrooms is not what I call a romantic life, Anakin." His friend retorted flatly.

"Maybe he's the love of my life ?" Anakin tried. "He's totally my type. Do you want me to live sad and alone my entire life because you didn't let me find out ?"

"You don't even have a type !" Padme exclaimed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You think that every fling you've got is the love of your life !"

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Anakin replied, crossing his arms against his chest as well, like it could protect his bruised ego from his friend's absolutely false allegations. "And I do have a type."

"What is it then ?"

"Him."

"You're insufferable." Padme groaned, pushing her meal away. "Plus, he's at least twice your age. He's probably married with three kids, a dog and a monospace."

"You could always ask..."

Anakin knew he was becoming a pain in Padme's ass at an alarming rate, but he couldn't help it. The attraction he had felt when the man had entered the amphitheatre earlier in the morning to present their robotic company was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. Or ever.

"I'm certainly not asking my father about his friend that you want to fuck."

Hearing Padme lose her calm and use the word "fuck" was one of the rare delights in Anakin's current life. He could have stopped there, but he had never learned to be reasonable.

"Oh, come on. I'm not going to fuck him, he's going to fuck me."

"It's the same thing ! You know what I mean."

"Well, it's not exactly the same-" Anakin grinned, ready to give her some details as a revenge for the comments on his love life, when someone cleared his throat behind him.

"Hello there. I hope I'm not interrupting something. I was looking for a place to sit but it seems like the whole room is already packed with starving students."

Anakin closed his mouth with an audible click, before slowly turning his head to the unmistakable accent he had fallen in love with during the last two hours. And stared.

Kenobi was standing next to their table, in his white shirt and well-fitted sandy pants, holding his tray in his strong hands - no rings in sight - and Anakin felt like falling in love all over again. His eyes were even bluer now that he could see them up close, little streaks of gray interwoven in the copper of his beard, a cute little mole decorating the top of his right cheek and as Anakin's eyes focused on his nose he realized he had some adorable freckles there. Absolutely perfect.

"Can I sit there ?" The man asked, and Anakin realized he must have stared awkwardly for a long time when Padme stepped on his foot under the table.

He winced as she gestured to the man to take place.

"Of course, Mister Kenobi." She answered, all the while sending a murderous gaze to her friend. "It would be a pleasure."

"Why, thank you." The man replied with a polite smile, before putting his tray down next to Padme's, so Anakin was right in front of him. "You already seem to know me, so should I deduce that you were at the presentation earlier on ?"

"This one was." Padme replied, nodding at Anakin. "I'm just keeping him company during lunch."

"Oh, I see." The man smiled, before turning his attention to Anakin, who hadn't stopped staring. "And you are...?"

Anakin blinked, and it took another blow on his shin for him to get it together.

"Uh... I'm Skywalker. Anakin Skywalker, I mean. You can just call me Anakin, tho-" He stammered awkwardly as the man in front of him raised an eyebrow.

Anakin closed his mouth as a faint blush crept on his cheeks. If first impressions were important, he was certain he had just fucked up that part.

"Well, nice to meet you and your friend, Anakin Skywalker." Kenobi smiled lightly before holding out a hand to him.

Anakin's brain froze for a moment. Was the man asking for something ? He looked at his hand, before looking over the table, finally searching for his friend's eyes when he found nothing to give him.

Padme was looking at him with wide eyes that screamed "are you stupid ?", and Anakin probably was because it took a couple of seconds and Padme to mouth him "just shake it" to finally understand what was going on.

"Oh, uh- Sorry." He mumbled before reaching out to shake Kenobi's hand, the blush spreading to his ears and the tip of his nose.

He didn't dare look at him in the eyes after such a display of stupidity but Kenobi didn't seem to mind. He gently shook Anakin's hand, but when he was supposed to let go, he didn't. Instead, his fingers circled Anakin's wrist and he turned it slightly with an interested noise.

"What model is that, if you don't mind me asking ?"

Anakin blinked, then frowned. He dared looking up only to find out that Kenobi was closely examining his prosthesis with light touches and curiosity written on his features. Of course. How could he forget who he was talking to ? The man probably invented the blueprint of the model he wore right now.

"It's... Something I made myself." He admitted coily. "I know it's not perfect but-"

"You made this yourself ?" Kenobi interrupted him, surprise pushing his voice a note higher. "Really ?"

"Really." Anakin replied, letting a nervous laugh as the man looked at the prosthesis with renewed interest.

He glanced at Padme, who shrugged.

"This is excellent work." Kenobi finally stated, letting Anakin take his hand back. "You're talented."

Anakin immediately regretted the lack of contact, the warmth of Kenobi's hand on the sensors of his artificial skin. And he was all flustered by the compliment. Most people didn't even dare look at his prosthesis, even less ask questions about it.

"Thank you, sir. It means a lot coming from someone like you." He said, before clearing his throat and adding. "I lost it in a motorbike accident."

He didn't know why he had felt the need to share this information but he almost heard Padme internally facepalm in front of him. He didn't dare look in her direction.

"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that." Kenobi replied, his eyes softening in a way that made Anakin's heart ache.

"It's okay." He managed. "It was a long time ago."

2 years, in fact.

"So you ride ?" Kenobi asked.

"I did." Anakin nodded. "But Padme wouldn't let me after the accident."

A glint of recognition suddenly lighted up in Kenobi's eyes at the words, and he turned to Anakin's friend.

"Miss Amidala ! I'm so confused, I didn't even recognize you."

"It's been a while." Padme acknowledged with a smile. "I might have been twelve at the time ? Thirteen ?"

"You sure have grown up." Kenobi laughed. "Your father told me you wished to enter the Senate in a couple of years ?"

"Indeed." Padme smiled sheepishly. "I hope so."

She looked at her watch, before looking at Anakin.

"Speaking of, I should get back to my office." She got up with her tray. "Mister Kenobi, it's been a pleasure. Anakin, I see you tomorrow."

Anakin blew her a little kiss as the man shook her hand as well, saying something about her career and her father but he wasn't listening anymore. He was looking at Kenobi, at his gentle face and the softness of his hands, and the interest he showed for Anakin's craft. It made him look even more sexy. He had to try something. Anything.

"So," Kenobi turned back to him as Padme walked away. He leaned forward slightly, putting his elbows on the table, his meal completely ignored by now. "Do you miss riding ?"

Anakin raised his eyebrows, a bit taken aback by the question. But the answer was easy.

"Yes." He admitted. "A lot."

"Do you have any classes this afternoon ?"

"I- Uh, I have one." Anakin frowned. "Why ?"

Kenobi leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms against his chest, his gaze slowly traveling up and down Anakin's form, making the young man squirm on his seat.

"What do you say I take you for a ride so we can go grab a coffee and talk about your future in my company ?"

Anakin's jaw dropped on the table. It was the boldest thing someone has ever asked him, for a lot of different reasons. If Kenobi wanted to steal his heart, he couldn't have done it any other way.

"I- Are you serious ?!" He couldn't help but blurt out.

"Dead serious." Kenobi nodded. "Your talent and your work deserve to grow in an environment that allows you to be at your best."

"I mean- I mean, for the ride ?" Anakin stuttered, not believing his ears. "You'd let me ride your bike ?"

"Oh yeah." Kenobi grinned. "My bike, too."

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Something about scary dog privilege

Inspired by this

Please use this on your blorbo as much as you like 🫶🏻

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The two people in the world Anakin loves the most... Padmé and Obi-Wan... And he destroys them both, and himself on Mustafar with his devotion.

That is the horror of Anakin Skywalker, not that he stops loving, but that he loves too much, too violently, too desperately. His love is a black hole, a gravitational force so strong that even the people he treasures most cannot survive it. It’s not hate that kills Padmé and dismantles Obi-Wan. It’s love. It’s Anakin's twisted, feral logic of “If I can’t keep you, if you leave me, if you judge me, then I will destroy you. And mourn you as I do it.” He doesn’t fall out of love. He doesn’t lose them - leaving him alone, no. He ruins them, with the full, tragic force of his devotion. His love is catastrophically intense. You’re either everything or nothing. When he feels abandoned, he doesn’t cope, he breaks reality to prevent it. He begs Padmé to join him, not because he wants power, but because he can’t imagine a life where she says no to him, because she loves him too, right? And when Obi-Wan shows up, the one person who was always supposed to stay! Anakin snaps. He’s exposed. Betrayed. Seen. And he lashes out with lethal love. Because love, to Anakin, is not passive. It’s claws and fire and screaming. It's never being left again. It's destroying the ones you love so they can’t choose to walk away. His love is more destructive than his violence.

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This is a no pressure ask, take as much time as you need to write this if you *want* to. How about Obi-Wan's just been injured(nothing super bad) but he needs to be sent to the Halls of Healing in the middle of battle. In the heat of the moment, Anakin gives him a little kiss and Obi-Wan's face is just completely pink as a ship flies him out.

That's it! Or...you could do something about Anakin's teeny tiny itty bitty waist? You can choose the prompt. No pressure for this! I'm glad you're back!! 🩷

Thank youuu !! You gave me two delicious prompts and I couldn't choose !!

So I wrote something for the first proposition here, and I'll be back to honor Anakin's eety bity tiny little waist 🫡

Hope you like my vision of your prompt ! 🩵

(I'm still taking prompts ☄️)

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It happened as suddenly as the last flicker of a dying star. One moment, Anakin was running blindly through a field of crops taller than him, leaves cutting like razors across his bare face and fingers firmly wrapped around the hilt of his lightsaber. Following the echoes of a mind on the other side of his training bond, guiding him. A call to which he would always answer, no matter where he was in the galaxy.

One moment he was running in this endless maze, sweat dripping down his temples and making his eyes sting, pooling under his armpits and running down his back, the material of his undertunic clinging unpleasantly against his skin as his heart raced and his lungs burnt with the effort.

One moment he was following a thread, thrumming and pulsing and so bright in the Force he could have closed his eyes.

And the next- Void. As if someone had suddenly turned off the light.

Anakin tripped on his own feet at the bluntness of it. The palm of his hands met the ground with a shock and he heard a worrying snap in his organic wrist, just before an acute spike of pain slashed through his arm and made his head swim with the intensity of it. But the way his stomach clenched, making bile rise up in his throat, had nothing to do with the potential fracture of his bone.

Obi-Wan ?!

His mental call was welcomed with silence. Silence, like the side of Obi-Wan's bond and the one that progressively invaded his brain with the haze of panic.

Obi-Wan ! Can you hear me ?!

Letting his mind immerse itself in the tumultuous waters of the Force, Anakin started to frantically search for a sign of his Master, probing left and right with hazardous efficiency, unable to control the terror that threatened to swallow him.

A familiar noise on his wrist finally reached him through the red veil of panic on its fifth try, waking up the pain as he brought it violently to his mouth.

"Obi-Wan ?!"

"Master ?" Ahsoka.

"What's going on ?" His Padawan asked, the worry in her voice barely filtered by the poor quality of the comm. "You stopped advancing on the map. Is everything alright ?"

"Obi-Wan." He breathed out once again, as it seemed to be the only word allowed to cross his lips as for now.

"Last time I saw him he had joined the front lines along with Rex and Master Plo." Ahsoka replied immediately, barely troubled by the cruel lack of context or any other words for that mattered. She knew him embarrassingly too well and Anakin would feel embarrassed if Obi-Wan's life wasn't on the line.

"Something happened to him."

Half a second of silence, punctuated by the sound of blaster shots and the metallic swing of a lightsaber, before the comm buzzed to life again.

"Sending a ship on your way. I'll comm you when I find him. Over."

Despite the anxiety gnawing at his guts, a wave of relief and gratitude washed over him as Ahsoka took control of the situation. He knew he could count on her to spring into action without asking questions, and he knew - with a pang of guilt - that she would abandon her mission to search for Obi-Wan if Anakin asked her, even if it meant facing the consequences of their insubordination later.

As he got back on his feet, he felt the world spin around him but ignored it to turn on his comm once again. His wrist was bent in a weird angle, but he decided to ignore it as well.

"Rex ?"

"General ?" The answer creaked in the air a moment later. "We got him."

Anakin didn't even have to ask. Rex, like Ahsoka, was well aware where his priorities lay.

"Is he alright ?" He asked as he lightly tugged on the Force to bring his lightsaber back to his hand. The valid one.

"He's unconscious, but he doesn't seem to have suffered injuries endangering his life." Rex replied, short and clear. "We're in the process of transferring him back to the ship."

"Thank you, Rex. Just-" Anakin looked up, in hope to see the transport Ahsoka sent his way. "Just wait for me, alright ? I want to see him."

"But he's unconscious, Sir. I don't think you'll be able to talk to him right now."

"I know." Anakin breathed out, lightsaber igniting as the distant roar of an engine could finally be heard above the crops. "Just wait for me."

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Obi-Wan was already on board when Anakin arrived. Pale skin on pale sheets, a white bandage carefully wrapped around his head, tubes and monitors surrounding his clinical bed. Anakin felt out of place when he walked in. Dirty, smelly and splattered in blood, the contrast he made with the medical cleanliness of the room made him wince as he awkwardly approached the bed.

Resting on a white pillow, Obi-Wan looked like he was sleeping, his features soft and relaxed, which reassured Anakin about the fact that he was not in pain.

Sitting down by the bed, he looked at him for a while, before hesitantly reaching out for a pale hand resting on even paler sheets. Someone must have washed him briefly, but they had missed the dirt under his nails. Anakin took it to his lips and kept it pressed there.

"You scared me."

Obi-Wan's breath was deep and regular, little tremors shaking his eyelids from time to time. Anakin sighed and pressed the hand to his cheek.

"Now I guess I know how you feel every time I get knocked out. I promise I'll try my best to avoid it in the future."

"Liar."

The words were spoken so low Anakin could have sworn he didn't even see Obi-Wan's lips move. And still, the fingers he held close to his face brushed softly against his cheek.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, darling." Obi-Wan whispered tiredly.

Anakin's heart jumped in his chest. He grabbed Obi-Wan's hand tighter and leaned forward as their bond bloomed once again in the Force.

"You're awake !"

Obi-Wan slowly turned his head to him, eyelids fluttering under the neons of the room.

"I should have stayed asleep a little longer, you would have promised to be a good boy and always tidy up behind yourself."

"Fuck off." Anakin mumbled, leaning closer to press their forehead together. "I wish your concussion would have made you less bitchy."

Obi-Wan let out a chuckle and brushed his nose against Anakin's.

"So you were scared for me ?"

"Nah." Anakin slightly shook his head. "I know you're tough."

"One more minute and you were about to confess for good."

Anakin felt his cheek turn crimson and he pulled away, clearing his throat.

"They're going to transfer you back to Coruscant. And-" He added as Obi-Wan was already starting to frown. "You don't have a choice, actually. We'll be fine without you."

"Of course you'll be fine." Obi-Wan scoffed. "You'll just have to justify the collateral damages you and Ahsoka always seem to leave behind you."

Anakin rolled his eyes but he didn't have the time to answer back, as the door opened up on a medical team.

"It's good to see you awake, General." A woman greeted them. "The ship is ready. It's time to go."

Obi-Wan nodded before turning his attention back on Anakin.

"I guess I'll see you in Coruscant in a couple of days."

"Yes." Anakin swallowed slowly as he got up.

Obi-Wan's words were still ringing in his head, his face still felt a little warm. So he was waiting for a confession ? He thought he had been clear enough until then, that sucking on his tongue and bouncing on his cock and spending time together every change they got was enough of a hint.

But it wasn't enough for Obi-Wan Kenobi. And Anakin could recognize a challenge when he saw one.

As Obi-Wan was already closing his eyes again, ready to leave the conversation as it was until they saw each other again, something in Anakin's brain short-circuited.

He reached out for Obi-Wan's face at the same time he leaned down on the bed, and their lips met in a quick and awkward kiss. Obi-Wan let out a surprised gasp, and Anakin was pretty sure he heard the whole medical team gasp at the same time.

When he straightened up, his cheeks and ears were burning a bright red but so were Obi-Wan's.

"For good luck." He mumbled, before stumbling out of the room, leaving a stunned and flustered Obi-Wan in his medical bed.

He couldn't say it. Not when other people were listening. But when they would reunite later on Coruscant, he would make sure that it was the very first thing Obi-Wan heard from his mouth.

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Every time I put this poncho on it makes me feel a little bit like Obi-Wan Kenobi and I think it's neat

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i couldn't put this on my art account cause it's just an edit(not a very good one i know), and i also don't like interacting with the wider star wars fandom much, but this song reminds me a lot of Anakin and Vader.

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Finally made a little time lapse of my process when I draw the boys (not from the very beginning and not centered as you can see because the idea caught me halfway and then I changed my mind)

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I miss my boys and I kinda want to get back into writing little things, drabble like format, so if you want to send a prompt, my ask box is open and I'll try my best to write a little something for it ☄️

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I love it when you have such strong opinions about my writing

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✨New ko-fi tiers are here!✨

Consider joining STAR 🌟 ($3) if you’d like to support me! You’ll get early access to all art I post online (and some exclusive WIPs).

The ‘Guiding Light’ tier has been renamed GALAXY 🌌 ($5)! Members will have access to complete chapters of my webcomic ‘Guiding Light’ when I post, along with discounts on all PDF versions of the comic.

Consider joining UNIVERSE 🪐 ($7) if you’d like to see BTS stuff like speed-paint videos, figure studies, and my sketchbook!  

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Stitching project - update 🪡

So I was surprisingly too impatient to start on my project to wait for Monday to buy some thread, plus I found some I didn't remember about and they had the perfect colour !

It took me longer than I expected just to do the first circle outline, and my stitching pattern is definitely not the best (too loose), but I'm pretty happy because my circle turned out to be as round as possible.

Today's lesson is that I'm definitely better at stitching animals than clothes, which is a humbling experience.

Anyway, I can't wait to continue !

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Obi-Wan wakes up to a feeling, a subtle tug on his consciousness, light and familiar. Tender. His body slowly emerges from his slumber before he even opens his eyes, and for a while, he allows himself to revel in this in-between, letting his senses reconnect back to the life and sensations around him. The soft cotton of the sheets wrapped around his legs and waist, the reddish light pressing behind his eyelids, the solid warmth snuggled against his back, alive, a breath tickling the back of his neck.

Anakin is still asleep, a hand firmly wrapped around his torso, clinging to him even in his dreams. Obi-Wan listens to his respiration in the stillness of the early morning, to the calm metronome of his heart resonating against his back, marveling for the umpteenth time at the mere existence of this moment. Of this. Of them.

Reaching out for the golden fingers locked on his sleeping shirt, Obi-Wan runs his own on top, gently stroking the cool metal until the mechanism progressively unclenches on his own, leaving him free to move and turn around to face Anakin.

Only then, he opens his eyes.

It's a silly promise he made to himself the first time he spent the entire night in Anakin's bed. For as long as he was allowed there, by his side, he would wake-up to the sight of his face laying on the pillow next to his own.

It was 1957 nights ago.

1957 nights since the day that broke a part of his soul, since Padme died and left two tiny newborns behind, since he almost lost Anakin to the dark side.

1957 nights later, he still wonders why the Force allowed them to reconcile with peace instead of punishing them for their sins. For that he's grateful every day.

Next to him, Anakin's features are soft, his body slack with sleep, chest rising steadily. Attracted like a moth to a flame, Obi-Wan rises his hand, letting the tip of his fingers brush against his lover's cheekbone, following the slight hollow of his cheek down to the edge of his jaw and running his thumb under the plump curve of his lower lip.

Anakin's mouth opens in a small sigh as Obi-Wan's fingers come to a standstill on his face. Another sigh and Anakin slightly tilts his head down to press a lazy kiss on the pad of Obi-Wan's thumb.

"'Morning." He mumbles sleepily, circling Obi-Wan's waist with both of his arms to pull him in a closer embrace, stretching his pouty mouth for a kiss without even opening his eyes.

Obi-Wan gladly indulges, moving his fingers from Anakin's face to the mass of curls entangled on his nape and grabbing them gently to angle the kiss in a way that makes Anakin moan softly.

"Good morning, darling." He whispers in a smile against Anakin's lips.

"You've been awake for long ?" Anakin asks between two lazy kisses.

"Long enough to watch you sleep a little bit." Obi-Wan replies, slipping his free hand under Anakin's shirt and up his back, pressing his palm on the warm skin in between his shoulder blades.

"That's creepy." Anakin retorts before stretching in his arms with a yawn worthy of a big lothcat.

It makes his shirt rise up, exposing the golden expanse of his abdomen and waist and Obi-Wan is hit with the sudden and primitive urge to press his skin against his own to feel him in every way possible.

Anakin makes a disapproving noise when he pulls away, quickly replaced by a content smile when he realizes that Obi-Wan is simply getting rid of his shirt, and raises his arms in turn.

"You're not a child." Obi-Wan remarks with a quirk of his eyebrows.

"I've never seen you complaining about having to undress me before." Anakin replies with a sly grin.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes for good measure but makes a quick job of pulling Anakin's shirt above his head and down the foot of the bed.

"Come here." He asks, lying back on the mattress, arms open.

Anakin doesn't waste any time, settling in on top of him, one leg between his own, hands curling around his shoulders and head resting in the crook of his neck with a pleased sigh as he wiggles a little until he finds himself comfortable. Obi-Wan wraps his arms around him and presses his nose in his curls, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. Anakin's fingers are drawing idle patterns on his shoulders and the top of his arms, his breath light on the hair of his chest.

Their skin is pressed against each other, soft and warm, and Obi-Wan can feel Anakin's ribcage and belly matching his movements as they breath together, hearts answering to each other in their own symphony.

I could spend the rest of my life like this, Obi-Wan thinks. He has everything he needs in the crook of his arms. His entire galaxy. He doesn't need more.

On top of him, Anakin's breath progressively slows down again, his consciousness retrieving in their bond as he falls asleep once more. Embracing him tighter, Obi-Wan places a kiss on his head and allows himself to close his eyes as well, for a little bit.

The next time he opens them, he's alone in the dark.

The bed is hard under his back, the poorly padded mattress between his body and the stone doing almost nothing to stop the cold from sipping into his bones.

A shiver runs down his spine as his dream gives way to reality.

There's no warm body tightly curled up between his arms, only the cold and rough sheet he has sewn himself from old pieces of clothes. No soft curls tickling his neck and the underside of his jaw, no sweet scent of vanilla floating to his nose in the first rays of morning but the smell of his own cold sweat.

There's no laughter, no happy sighs, no gentle moans, no crooked smile or mischievous gazes but the sound of the wind in the silence and the sight of the desert outside of his cave.

No familiar body to worship, to press against his own, no heart beating at the same pace but solitude and the sound of his own broken heart pumping in his ears.

It's been 1957 nights since the day that broke a part of his soul, since Padme died and left two tiny newborns behind.

It's been 1957 nights since he lost Anakin to the dark side.

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Stitching project 🪡

I've got the jacket !!

Now, I just started my job on monday and I'm fucking tired so I didn't have any time to start stitching this week, and I need to buy some thicker thread but I printed the logo and I'm taking all the measures in hope of starting next week ! If I'm motivated I'll add something on the sleeves and/or on the front of the jacket (ideas are welcomed) as it is entirely black 👀

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Another comm' for my sweetie @barmadumet and her fic Streets of Gold 💕

Not gonna spoil what's happening there but you'll want to read it, trust me !

Thank you for letting me draw your precious babies 🥰

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Worst scam in the whole universe