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Sweetly, Sweetly Showered the Stars | Oneshot Romance and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 3000

Summary: On Naboo, the special star showers occur once every decade, and Padme invites Anakin and Obi-Wan to the event. After years of loving Obi-Wan, Anakin has to decide if he wants to confess his love or continue to keep it hidden.

Inspired by this beautiful art by @human-rocket. Title influenced by a line from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Much thanks to @veloursdor for helping me get unstuck and for @to-proudly-go for being an awesome cheerleader! And huge thanks to @ineffableobikin for betaing!

Anakin walked out to the balcony attached to his room, and he stretched up towards the sky, enjoying the cool morning breeze and the warm sunlight. Crossing his arms behind him and straightening his upper body, he took a deep breath and looked at the view of Naboo's countryside, seeing the Gallo Mountains in the distance and the gently rolling hills in the foreground. The whole place felt like something out of a pastoral fairy tale, making him feel relaxed and at peace, and he welcomed the slower pace for a change.

"Are you ready for the star showers tonight?"

Anakin turned around and faced Obi-Wan walking towards him. His heart fluttered quickly, and he took a deep breath to calm himself as the love of his life came to stand in front of him. How could he not love someone like Obi-Wan? Nobody else could compare in terms of looks, personality, and intelligence. He eyed Obi-Wan discreetly as his master looked out over the balcony, his hands tucked in his sleeves. A peaceful expression graced Obi-Wan’s handsome face, and his perfectly groomed hair and beard tempted Anakin to want to muss it by kissing him and running his hands through those auburn tresses.

"I'm more than ready," Anakin replied, ignoring all his pining thoughts and somehow managing to keep his voice steady. "Padme did go on that long poetic monologue describing the last star showers she saw ten years ago."

"Can you blame her? It must be beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you.

Anakin turned his gaze back to the scenic views, willing himself not to blush and give in to his emotions. "It was good timing that we were able to accept her invitation."

"Very much so. She was very gracious in inviting both of us," Obi-Wan agreed. "Speaking of Padme, we should go join her for breakfast."

"All right."

Obi-Wan headed out first, with Anakin following a few steps behind. Thinking about what was to come later, Anakin wondered about tonight, wondered how he should confess -- whether he should even confess. He dreaded the rejection that may result from his confession, but at the same time, he was tired of hiding his feelings. He was attached to his former master in ways that went against the Code, but Anakin's love for Obi-Wan prevailed with the might of his stubbornness. All he wanted was Obi-Wan's love and heart, Obi-Wan's warm body in his arms, as they cuddled together.

He could still be a good Jedi and not let his love for Obi-Wan get in the way of his duties. That was what he truly believed. He also believed that the Force had given him its approval whenever he had a moment to meditate, feeling their gentle pulses when he became a part of it. But still he hesitated. Will of the Force or not, he didn't want to face this with his usual boldness, for Obi-Wan was much too precious for him to lose by being impulsive. Still, he needed to do something soon; he'd dawdled long enough.

*****

"Tonight will be the perfect chance, you know."

Anakin leaned back against the couch and looked sideways at Padme. "Perfect chance for . . . ?"

She rolled her eyes as she gave him a look and poked his cheek gently. "Don't play dumb, Ani."

He grinned and sobered quickly. "Dunno if I can, Pads. I'm tired of hiding, but I don't know if I can stomach his rejection. What if everything changes for the worse?"

"Didn't you say that it felt right in the Force -- your feelings for him?" she asked, bringing up one of her soft hands to cup his cheek. He leaned into the reassuring touch, glad that their friendship was one where they could show affection and not worry about it being weird or sexual.

He sighed, trying his best to calm his mind. "Yeah, but it's still not an easy thing to do."

"Well, as the great motivational speaker Essel Jaksun would say, 'Stop being a motherfucking idiot and just do it'."

"Pads!" he exclaimed and laughed at the same time. "I can't believe you!"

"Why? Because he looks way too similar to Master Windu?"

" . . . No. Just don't imitate him. Please."

She giggled and reached over to hug him tightly. She whispered in his ear, "Do something tonight. The two of you can have fun at the festival. Just forget about the war for one night and let yourself be happy."

Without saying anything, he hugged her back and buried his face against her shoulder, so grateful for her friendship, understanding, and love. Whatever happened tonight, he would handle it, good or bad, but deep inside, he hoped desperately for Obi-Wan to reciprocate his love. At the least, if he did get rejected, Padme had a huge stash of wine he could drown his sorrows in and suffer from a massive hangover tomorrow; however, he reflected, he’d prefer to get drunk on love rather than wine.

*****

The festival was massive, with hundreds of people out, and it was crowded, but not to the point of feeling crushed. Booth after booth lined the streets, with a variety of smells and sounds coming from them. Exuberant cheering and laughter could be heard everywhere, the excitement drawing Anakin in as the blissful energy grew in his heart and spread throughout his body.

Padme had left them alone, saying she'd promised to explore the festival with her nieces. Anakin had no complaints -- not when he could pretend that he was on a date with Obi-Wan -- albeit a very one-sided date, but it still counted in his book.

Bit by bit, with Obi-Wan by his side, they both leisurely strolled around the festival and took in the whole scene. Anakin personally enjoyed seeing the food booths, even venturing out to try some of the local delicacies. His favourite treat was the carp-shaped pastry filled with red-bean paste with a name he'd never remember. He'd also happily tried some boiled silkworms, which were quite crunchy with a savoury flavour. The look of pure disgust on Obi-Wan's face made him laugh.

"It's not that bad, Master," Anakin commented as he finished the last of it.

Obi-Wan shook his head hard. "I'll take your word for it."

"Oh!" Anakin exclaimed and pointed at the darts game. "Let's play. Best two out of three?"

"You're on," Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow while his eyes twinkled.

Anakin didn't remember who won their little competition, for he was extremely distracted by such a relaxed and cheerful Obi-Wan. It'd been so long since they'd been able to just unwind and not worry about the war. Obi-Wan's eyes didn't look as haunted and exhausted as they did a few days ago, his former master's grimaces now turned to light smiles with soft chuckles that didn't sound so forced.

This was the man whom Anakin had fallen in love with; seeing Obi-Wan like this made his heart fill with elated delight and made his stomach do nervous flips. He wanted to pull Obi-Wan into his embrace and never let him go, war and Jedi life all be damned.

But Anakin behaved and kept his hands and thoughts to himself as they wandered around the festival, content to hear Obi-Wan go on excitedly about obscure facts that only he would know. Anakin listened with half an ear, as he smiled and nodded in the right places, hoping he didn't come off with a goofy lovestruck expression.

When they ran into Padme, all three greeted each other before he saw the "knock down the bottles" game, saw the stuffed animals lining the booth, and said, "Pads! I'm going to win you that super ugly stuffed loth cat -- that glittery neon purple and green one!"

Padme blinked and her face took on a horrified expression when her eyes landed on the stuffed animal. "Oh, no, Ani! Absolutely not!"

"I insist! Take it as my gratitude for your invitation to this event." Anakin ignored Padme's sputtering and he gave Obi-Wan a big grin. "Don't you think that'd match her interior?"

"No comments from me," Obi-Wan answered blandly, his face having gone into a blank mask for a brief moment before it returned to one of him looking slightly amused.

Anakin frowned to himself, wondering why Obi-Wan's mood had shifted, wondering why he'd looked off for a few seconds. He briefly pondered if he did something wrong -- was it that bad of an idea to win a prize for his best friend or was exhaustion catching up to Obi-Wan? Knowing that this was not the place nor time to resolve this new mystery, he set aside his investigator persona and went up to the booth to win Padme the stuffed loth cat. He easily won the game and accepted the prize, and he practically shoved the prize into Padme's chest gleefully. "Don't say I never did anything for you!"

Padme's resigned look just made him laugh. Obi-Wan also chortled next to him, but Anakin didn't miss the weird emotions he felt in the Force. But before he could question it further, Padme said, "It's almost time! Let's go to the balcony."

Anakin followed behind them with a mix of emotions swirling inside of him. The star showers would happen soon, and he had to decide what to do with his love for Obi-Wan. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would do something -- he just had to figure out the best course of action within the next half an hour.

*****

Before Padme left them on their private balcony, she gave Anakin a "you better do something or I will make you regret giving me that horrendous stuffed nightmare" look, and Anakin returned the look with a smirk. With Obi-Wan, they walked up to the balcony's end; Anakin stood straight and crossed his arms, while Obi-Wan bent and leaned against the bar.

Below them, there were hundreds of people standing around, all looking upwards, eager to see the promised star showers. The thrums of excitement were contagious, and Anakin felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. To hide his conflicting emotions, he turned to teasing.

"Your back killing you, Old Man?"

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not nice to mock your elders, Anakin."

"So you are admitting you're old?"

" . . . I'm not that--"

Many people below them gasped, and then a hush fell over the entire place as everyone looked upwards to see the start of the much-anticipated star showers. Against the night sky, the stars shone brightly and then fell around them at different rates. Some showered down quickly, much like someone sprinkling salt over them. Others came down slower, like snow gently falling from the sky as it left behind trails of fading light.

Padme wasn't kidding -- the star showers were breathtakingly gorgeous. Anakin stared at them in awe for a minute or so, and then he glanced over at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan's entire demeanour spoke of pure admiration as he stared at the sky with a gentle smile, eyes sparkling like the falling stars around them, lips parting as he took a deep breath.

Anakin turned his gaze completely towards Obi-Wan, as if he'd developed tunnel vision, unable to see anything but his master next to him. He could feel the Force dance and sing around them, completely hypnotised. He was so hyper-fixated on Obi-Wan, that he'd almost missed what Obi-Wan said next.

"They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, Master. Beautiful," he responded softly, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's face. He swallowed hard against his suddenly dry throat, willing the Force to give him the courage to take the next step. He allowed his thoughts of not as beautiful as you to escape from behind his shields and he reached out with invisible hands, pouring all the love he could bring himself to give into their bond.

Seconds ticked, followed by a long pause as Anakin's eyes never left Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan finally turned to look at him, and their eyes met. Without breaking eye contact, Anakin reached out with his flesh hand and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek while he stroked the sharp cheekbone with his thumb.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan breathed out as his bright blue eyes became half-lidded.

Stepping closer, Anakin murmured, "They are not as beautiful as you, Master."

Obi-Wan leaned closer into his touch, and Anakin felt his heart jump with joy as hope spread all over him. He moved in even closer, the desire to kiss him growing stronger. But then Obi-Wan's eyes opened up all the way, and he took a step back with a confused expression. "What about Padme?"

Anakin jerked back in bewilderment, dropped his hand, and gave Obi-Wan a befuddled look. "Padme?"

"You two are not as subtle as you think," Obi-Wan continued. "I understand you two have feelings for each other, and while it does go against the Code . . . I want nothing but happiness for you."

" . . . How did you come to that kriffing conclusion?" Anakin exclaimed. "Padme is just my best friend!"

"Earlier today, I saw you two on the couch. And you also did win that monstrosity for her."

Anakin paused. Though Obi-Wan had stayed calm and showed no emotions outwardly, through the Force, he felt an undercurrent of . . . was that jealousy?

He thought back to what had happened earlier today and tried to see the situation from Obi-Wan's perspective; he supposed they did come off as a couple from a certain point of view. But he still asked incredulously, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What -- yes, I mean, no -- where did you get that idea?!" Obi-Wan floundered very uncharacteristically.

With the stars still falling around them, Anakin snorted and began to snigger hard. "You are so jealous."

"I. Am. Not."

"And I'm going to live in a sand castle," Anakin said dryly. Then Obi-Wan's earlier words came to the front of his mind, which made him say, "You said . . . you want nothing but happiness for me."

Obi-wan gave him a slight frown. "I did."

Taking a deep breath, Anakin reached for the courage somewhere inside his rapidly thumping chest and continued, "What if my happiness meant being with you? I love you, Obi-Wan -- it's always been you. It was never Padme. I want to be with you."

The frown melted off of Obi-Wan's face as his eyes softened and his lips quirked up in a gentle smile. Anakin nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Obi-Wan's calloused fingers caressing his cheek. "Oh, my dearest, I feel the same way. But the Code--"

"No, no, no. Do not bring up the Code, Master," Anakin begged, eyes closing tight on their own accord, his hand coming up to rest on top of Obi-Wan's, whose hand was still on Anakin's cheek. "Please -- the Code is outdated. Attachment can be dangerous, but my attachment to you is not that at all. Because of you, I want to be a better person, want to prove to you how much I love and care for you. I know you will want some time to think about this, and I will give you as long as you want. Just don't--"

Anakin stopped his desperate rambling when a pair of lips met his own -- soft, warm lips, which were framed by the beard that tickled his cheeks faintly. Obi-Wan was kissing him.

To quote the great Essel Jaksun (thanks a lot, Padme), holy motherfucking shit. He's kissing me! Obi-Wan's really kissing me!

Before Anakin could kiss back, Obi-Wan broke the kiss and moved his head back slightly and said, "You didn't let me finish."

Anakin couldn't bring to feel any remorse as he felt nothing but euphoria inside of him that made him want to yell out to the whole galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master, High General of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Negotiator, had just kissed him. Trembling so much from the emotions that were ready to burst out of him, he rested his forehead against Obi-Wan's forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Go ahead."

"The Code -- I was raised by the Code and I was determined to follow it. But when I began to have feelings for you, I began to question the Code and all that it states about attachments, and about how there is no passion, but serenity. Why can't we have both, as long as we can balance them?"

"I hope that is a rhetorical question because I can’t think of anything but kissing you again," Anakin admitted with no shame. He turned to look back at the sky, and he saw that the star showers were still occurring. Turning his gaze back to Obi-Wan, he tilted his face and leaned in close until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. "I want us to kiss again right under the star showers."

Obi-Wan responded by closing the tiny gap, and their lips met once more. They kept still for several seconds and then Obi-Wan -- or was it him -- Anakin wasn't sure, and it surely didn't matter in the long run -- deepened their kiss. Lips parted, tongues met, and Anakin felt like he was drowning in his desires. The kiss was amazing and felt a lot better than anything he'd had imagined. As ridiculous as it sounded later, right now, he really wished time would stop and keep them here forever, under the beautiful star showers, away from the war and all their responsibilities.

He felt the Force sing to him, and it sounded like, "Sweetly, sweetly showered the stars / the wandering souls have come afar / never apart forevermore / as those who love will always soar."

When the star showers ended, Anakin's mind stayed on those words from the Force, and he pulled Obi-Wan into a tight embrace. "I love you."

"And I love you, my dearest."

As the night went on, and when they finally retired to one room, the love and hope the star showers gave Anakin stayed with him. It was a night he could never forget, a night of new beginnings for the two wandering souls amongst the stars.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52417552

#my fic #obikin #obikin fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #based off a fanart #essel jaksun needs to be a thing now #human-rocket is bloody amazing

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aigoos · 1 year ago

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Mace Windu and the Disaster Couple | Oneshot Humor and Fluff Obikin | Rating: T | Words: 1350

Summary: Mace Windu has had enough. The two biggest idiots in the galaxy and their shatterpoints have given him far too many headaches, so he decides to take some actions and decides to fuck the Code and bring balance to the Force in his own special way.

Based off the stick figure comic I made. I'm so not an artist, but the muse hit HARD. Many thanks to @to-proudly-go and @tideswept for alphaing this story with me and giving me some excellent ideas! Extra thanks to Tideswept for betaing this as well!

Mace Windu grimaced as he felt the onset of yet another headache -- his fifth one of the day.

It started with only seeing shatterpoints around Anakin. When the boy was knighted, the shatterpoints expanded to Obi-Wan. His mild headaches were now so severe that he felt like someone was pounding his head with a hammer that had kriffing rainbow-coloured lights on its handle. It was all those idiots' fault that Mace had a scowl on his face all the time now. Qui-Gon was bad enough when they were younger, for his friend also had a lot of shatterpoints, but Obi-Wan and Anakin were utter hell in comparison.

For the past year, the shatterpoints around them had grown brilliant. The fault lines in the Force used to only twinkle softly at him as they let him know gently of their importance like the stars in the night skies. Now? It was a kriffing supernova at every single point in the fault line as if the lights were now on a mission to blind him permanently and give him non-stop headaches.

It was bad when they brought him nausea; it was worse when he couldn't sleep or meditate.

This was why, as Kit Fisto kindly pointed out to him, he now carried a scowl everywhere he went and caused everyone to scurry away from him.

One day, he decided to focus on those bright shatterpoints. Through his headaches and nausea, he concentrated on what he could sense from them. Yes, the future was always in motion, but with them being so kriffing dazzling, surely he could glean something from them.

The only thing he managed to figure out was that the Force wanted Obi-Wan and Anakin to be together -- not as friends, not as the Team, but together. In that way. The way that went against everything in the Code. The way that brought naughty, unwanted images that made him want to bleach his eyes and brain. The image of Anakin on his back moaning prettily, as Obi-Wan slammed into him at a pace that surely put Anakin's speeder driving to shame was one he needed to erase immediately.

Sith's hell, Mace also needed a stiff drink or ten.

Not too long after, when both Obi-Wan and Anakin had returned to the Temple, Mace quietly observed them from a distance. His discerning eyes didn't miss the adoring gazes Anakin cast Obi-Wan's way, especially when the older man praised him. In conjunction, he caught the fond look in Obi-Wan's eyes while Anakin would coach Ahsoka in sparring techniques. Most especially, he didn't miss their longing, hungry expressions they'd give each other when the other wasn't looking.

It was . . . sweet, he supposed. But still nauseating.

These two idiots are not subtle. At all. If we offered dramatic arts here at the Temple, they would both fail, full stop.

The looks were bad enough. But then came their bickerings that reminded Mace of married couples who'd been together for years. Sometimes they bickered about their upcoming assignments. Other times, they bantered about the stupidest things in the whole galaxy. Case in point, he overheard them arguing about whether a cheese could taste green or whichever colour it came in.

For the love of all things in the Force, how the kark could anyone taste colour? And green cheese sounded quite inedible.

He wanted nothing more than to hit both of them with that hammer and its rainbow-coloured handle.

A few days later, as he was walking down the hallways, he heard their familiar voices. Unsurprisingly, they were bickering yet again about another topic -- something about blue milk tasting different from purple milk.

However, he stopped listening as he felt severe pounding on the right side of his head. He swallowed back bile as his stomach churned intensely. The shatterpoints attacked him for the tenth time that day, even more worse now that the two idiots were nearby. Gritting his teeth and scrunching his forehead, he brought his hands to his head and let out a loud angry breath as he felt something snap inside of him.

He stalked around the bend and saw that the storage room at the end of the hallway was open. Without warning, he used the Force to push and shove the two men into the room, completely ignoring their surprised squawks (Obi-Wan) and indignant shouts (Anakin). He didn't miss the smirk from Anakin, nor the "what the Force" look from Obi-Wan. At this point, he simply didn't care. Once they were inside, with a wave of his hand, he slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Enough is enough! You two motherfuckers will stay in there until you two idiots kiss! I'm sick of your bullshit!"

Kriffing hell. I just projected my distant relative, Essel Jaksun.

Instead of feeling shame at losing his temper and using Essel Jaksun's favourite profanity, Mace felt instant relief as he felt the shatterpoints beginning to dim from their immense brightness. A sense of tranquillity he'd not felt in ages came over him, and he took several deep breaths as he reached into the Force for some more of that peace he'd been missing.

When he looked at the closed door, Obi-Wan and Anakin's love glittered through the Force. As if he'd developed x-ray vision, he knew that the two were finally kissing. The Force felt just right as it blessed the two. Before he could relax, though, that love he sensed turned heated, radiating so much pleasure that he felt like his own self would burn from their intense feelings.

Mace decided to strategically retreat.

He did not need be here. After all, it was the perfect time to invoke the "see no evil, hear no evil, and smell speak no evil".

*****

Six months later . . .

Obi-Wan and Anakin were getting married, which Mace wasn't surprised about. What shocked him and nearly made him fall into one of the many fountains in the Room of a Thousand Fountains was when they asked him to be his best man, with Ahsoka as their maid of honour.

So shocked, that Mace once again projected Essel Jaksun. " . . . Are you motherfuckers for real?"

"Mace!" Obi-Wan chided.

"Aw, come on, Master -- I kind of like it when he goes into that mode. That profanity actually suits him," Anakin said with a smirk.

Mace took a deep breath before he could wipe that smirk off the very annoying motherfucking Chosen One. "Apologies."

There was a long silence before Obi-Wan said, "Do you accept?"

"Wouldn't someone like Vos or Plo be a better option?"

Anakin shrugged and announced in that aggravating sassy way of his, "They could be, but you're the one who brought us together. Don't tell me you forgot that storage room incident?"

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan exclaimed as he blushed hard.

"Come on, Master," Anakin retorted with a sulky expression. "It's the truth."

Before the two could get on with their infamous banter, Mace quickly interjected, "I'd be honoured."

"Excellent, my dear friend," Obi-Wan said with a pleased smile.

Mace didn't miss the soppy look from Anakin, and he quickly made another strategic retreat, but not without missing the joyful twinkling he saw in the shatterpoints.

This was why, when the Council started to complain about Obi-Wan and Anakin and their breaking of the Code, Mace unintentionally projected Essel Jaksun one more time.

"Man, fuck the motherfucking Code this one fucking time."

Everyone stared at him, and Mace just sat there and studied his fingernails, completely uncaring of anything at this point.

"Ignore, we shall," Yoda announced.

And that was the end of that. The wedding was beautiful, and if he shed a tear or two during the speeches, nobody dared say anything for fear of Mace channelling Essel Jaksun. Distant relative aside, Mace had unknowingly saved the galaxy, and it was all thanks to the shatterpoints that had made him suffer for years.

~ Fin ~

A03 URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52188289

#my fic #obikin #obikin fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #mace windu #based off a comic #mace windu had enough #essel jaksun needs to be a thing now

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