#God that would be hell for obi wan

[thedynamicworm]

Since Obi wan is Luke’s destiny-assigned old man mentor I think Han should have gotten Hondo as his destiny-assigned mentor

And imagine if Leia got maul

[m00ntunaart]

BOGA (and Obi-Wan)

Starwars cannot look me in the eyes and tell ME (an avid bird watcher and lizard owner) that a giant lizard bird hybrid would be "majestic".

NO. Varactyls would be GOOFY AS HELL AND YOU CANT TELL ME OTHERWISE.

Boga deserves to be goofy. It's her god given right. You have to draw her goofy!

[phoenixyfriend]

Okay so we have like. An unusually high ratio of royalty/nobility among the Jedi. Dooku, Quinlan, Oppo, you can sort of count Adi or Xanatos or Bruck, etc. Lots of Jedi 'just happen' to come from royal, noble, or incredibly wealthy/powerful families.

So from this I want to posit four things:

If a royal family has a Force-Sensitive child, and hasn't had one in generations, they may think that sending that child to the Jedi would be a little like sending a child to join the Catholic Church in the middle ages: you get to influence the political choices of the highest religious power in Europe the Galactic Republic Government. (That said, Dooku was sent to the Jedi because his parents didn't want him and ||left him to die of exposure, basically, so that if the Jedi arrived too late they'd be picking up a baby corpse|| because they were so disdainful of Force-Sensitive individuals, and Quinlan wasn't sent to the Jedi so much as he escaped to them.)

They are all incredibly wrong about this, and royals raised as Jedi generally do not give any more of a shit about their home planets than any other planet. They care, of course, but they are not attached, because they are Jedi. Xanatos was an exception (afaik his dad sent him to the Jedi because he wanted to do the Catholic thing? and then Xanatos lost his mind). (Don't correct me on this, it's not really important if it was actually intended or not.)

This is achieved by way of Jedi from royal backgrounds having a mandatory high-level political class on how to handle royal court politics and general intrigue. It's not exclusive to the royal kids, but it is a prerequisite for them. They usually end up doing their home planets as case studies for capstone projects, in part because

Sometimes the planets try to call their errant royals back. It might be because the planet is struggling and genuinely running out of heirs/needs a change in leadership (Serreno) and it might be because it was the plan all along, but on the off chance that the Jedi decides they HAVE to leave the Order and take up a throne to keep an entire planet from kind of imploding on itself... that royal Jedi has to be ready to play the game. OR if they don't actually think they're REALLY needed there, they have to be trained on how to go, and be polite/avoid getting trapped/play the game until they can get the hell out of there, while also installing that cousin that nobody thought was strong enough but DOES understand how to run the treasury as the new king.

I'm just imagining this like. Very specific set of classes that are open to any Jedi that's taken the necessary prereqs, but is mandatory for people like Quinlan and Dooku and Oppo.

This was inspired by a post of mine that's getting circulated regarding QuinObi stuff and my thoughts about how Quinlan might have needed preventative training in case of political upheavals trying to pull him back to his home planet. I want to mess with the Politics Classes that Quinlan is taking because he has to and Obi-Wan is taking because Qui-Gon said he should.

Qui-Gon: You should take this class because I'm training you up as a negotiator and diplomat, and you will need it to interact with people when brokering trade deals or peace treaties. Tholme: You are taking this class because your aunt is insane and you have to be ready in case she tries to pull you back into the bullshit.

And as @firebirdeternal offered:

Quinlan: God this is the worst. So boring. At least Obi-Wan is stuck here too. Obi-wan: This is fascinating wow, I can't believe I almost didn't get to attend, Quinlan is so lucky he's automatically in these classes.

[jedi-luca]

Duel of the Fates

Summary: Tony builds you lightsabers.

warning: loss of limbs, dry humor

pairings: Natasha x Reader

Ever since Natasha can remember, you loved Star Wars. You were obsessed, not to mention Natalie Portman was your first crush. She never quite thought this is where the obsession would end up.

“I don’t know man, this is pretty lame.” You sighed holding up a ‘lightsaber’ Tony made for you.

“Excuse me, did you just say lame?” Tony scoffed snatching off his safety glasses.

“Yeah I’ll just text Shuri I bet she can make me a lightsaber, and make it not a blow torch.”

“You know what no! No! I can do it! Give me that and get the hell out.” Tony grumbled, snatching the rod back.

You smirked walking out.

It was late when Tony called your room.

“It’s 4 am Tony.” Natasha glared at the bright light on the side of the bed.

“Hey Kid, wake up and get down here!” Tony said quickly.

“Whaa?” You groggily looked over your fiancé.

“GET DOWN HERE NOW!” He yelled.

“Okay jeez!” You mumbled getting up stumbling against the wall trying to find clothes.

“What is going on?” Natasha grumbled.

“I think Tony just made me a lightsaber.” You grinned putting on your shoes.

“What?!” Natasha sat up.

“Yeah! Come on babe witness history. I am going to be our world's first Jedi.”

“Oh God.” Natasha got up placing on her clothes. She knew if Tony really did make you one there would be blood shedd very soon. You liked to break in your new weapons.

You both quickly make your way to Tony’s workshop.

He downed a vodka redbull and handed one to you. Nat shook her head at you. “It’s 4 am no.” You downed it while Nat looked over at one of Tony’s suits he was making for her.

“Alright I fucking did it, and I want some damn praise! I want you to say I am the genius of geniuses!” His eyes were wild.

“Well let’s see it then.” You shrugged trying not to show your excitement.

“Give me your hands.” He demanded..

Tony placed a bracelet on you which grew to shield on your forearms just in case.

He moved aside, showing you two lightsabers that sat on the counter.

“Nat move back.” He nodded. She moved to where he pointed. “Hey dummy!” He snapped his fingers looking at his first droid he created. “Camera up and zoom in; this is history in the making!” He yelled at the robot. “Y/N, reach out for them.” He watched with anticipation.

You focused on reaching out towards them when they flew into your hands.

“Holy shit!” You laughed looking at Tony.

“Go ahead Skywalker turn them on!” 

You held them at an angle watching them turn on, emitting an illuminating blue. Laughing you look towards Stark and then over to your fiancé who watched in shock and awe. Moving over towards a secluded area you began twirling them around remembering the battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan.

“You underestimate my power!” You glare like Anakin.

“You were supposed to be the chosen one!” Tony whined before cackling like a mad man.

“Yup Tony you are the genius of geniuses.” You nod. 

“Thank you. Thank you.” He bowed.

“Let’s play.” You smirked, turning one off and handing it to Stark. The two of you began dueling only stopping when you disarmed him, calling the saber back to you.

“Stark, you just made my dream come true.” You sigh happily. “I gotta tell Petey he’s gonna be so jelly, but first I’m going on a mission.” Your eyes darkened.

“Babe no.” Natasha shook her head.

“Could you imagine the bloodshed? I think I’m feelin’ a rampage coming on.” You grin.

“You need therapy.” Tony huffed.

“Maybe Wade will let me practice on him.” You cackle, before running out the door.

“Y/N, don’t he looks weird when he grows back!” Natasha shouted.

“Oh hey Y/N, are those lightsabers?” Wade pointed.��

Natasha and Tony stood still before hearing Wade scream.

“Y/N no! Look what you've done.” Natasha glared at Tony before chasing after you.

“I may have created a monster.” Tony whispered to himself.

[gffa]

All right, so maybe I went haring off to another fandom for awhile, but I will never fully let go of my STAR WARS fic reading roots because there's just so much incredible fic here and I have such intense feelings about these characters, like how can I possibly truly leave when this fandom knows how to scratch my id just right or make me cry over fictional characters or hyena laugh because you people are very funny? There's just so much fic that is so good that of course I keep coming back! Especially when it comes to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, there are just so many incredible people making incredible fics for them that feed right back into my love for their twisty, turny, complicated, beautiful, awful relationship. So here's a bunch of Obikin fic because the fandom is amazing and you should go love them as much as I love them, since you can hopefully completely sate yourself on a bunch of fantastic fic to read! Or idk send yourself into a grief coma because sometimes fic writers are almost as mean as canon was, but in the best way, the way that really hits you in the feelings place. Or idk idk just gorge on all the porn because DANG Obikin fandom brings the porn! WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE: ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 121k wip     In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker's miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who thought he had lost everything to darkness. But darkness is generous, and it is patient. ✦ Together in Slumber by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/anakin, 2.4k wip     Several months after his last confrontation with Darth Vader, Obi-Wan finds himself trapped in a vivid and mysterious mindscape. And he isn't there alone. ✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k     Some doors, once opened, can never be closed, and some secrets, once learned, can never be forgotten. or, Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s. ✦ Slow Learner by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 12.6k     Four times Anakin tried to fit Obi-Wan's big dick inside him and one time he managed it. or; the evolution of their sexual relationship. ✦ Redolent of you by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dom/sub, 31.3k wip     This act of espionage is going to require some class A play at antiquated alpha and omega dynamics, only problem is Anakin has never submitted in his life and it's certainly not within his nature,or so Obi-Wan thinks. ✦ Heal Me, My Darling by wasureneba, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 12.4k     Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan takes care of him. For two weeks. Alone. This would be easier if Anakin wasn't quite so gone for Obi-Wan. Or if this didn't involve a daily stab in the shebs. ✦ For He, too, is King by MayMeows, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, historical au, 7.7k     “I am here to present myself to the man who now calls himself King of my people.” Obi-Wan would be impressed as Anakin’s title as God-King, born from the divine himself, often struck people with awe, terrifying or glorifying, but Queen Amidala’s voice is as strong as her shoulders are squared. ✦ How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by Sharp_Tongue, obi-wan/anakin & mace & yoda & quinlan & palpatine, nsfw, time travel, 23.9k     After defeating Vader on a barren, nameless moon, Obi-Wan had let go of the past. But the past hadn’t let go of him. ✦ (feel like i die) ‘til i feel your touch by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & yoda & mace & ahsoka, 15.5k     OR; Obi-Wan gets himself cursed and makes it everyone’s, but mainly Anakin’s, problem.

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED AND/OR DIVERGES: ✦ Yellow Surprise by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.1k     When Anakin is distant with him during a simple negotiation mission Obi-Wan jumps to the wrong conclusion, luckily for him Anakin isn't willing to let him go so easily. ✦ A Good Epithet by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.2k     Obi-Wan should have been happy. He had fulfilled Qui-Gon’s final wish. He had trained Anakin, he had spent ten years teaching the boy and watching him grow, he had cared for him and scolded him and coddled him by turns. He had, for better or worse, been Anakin Skywalker’s Master. ✦ hold on to this lullaby by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & rex, 1k     “Anakin,” Kenobi says with a hint of a reprimand in his voice. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Skywalker staggers further into the room, and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. He rolls his eyes but it doesn’t do anything to mitigate the color high on his face and the effect it has on his features: a pleased expression flashing clear as ion fire. Having made his way to one of the chairs, he drops down onto it with the elegance of a Hutt. ✦ Any Other World by mysticmjolnir, obi-wan/anakin & vader & leia & reva, NSFW, dimension hopping, 24.2k wip     Anakin has been looking for his Master for a very long time. Finally, on Mapuzo, he finds him. ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving. ✦ spirit meets the bone by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, time travel, dom/sub, 2k     Or, the Force keeps sending Anakin forward in time from the Clone Wars. ✦ Azúcar, Sudor by Delzi, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking/discipline, 18.6k wip     Anakin can't stand Obi-Wan's new disciplinary tactic, but he absolutely loves it. ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.3k     Anakin’s eyes snapped open. Oh no. Oh no. Anakin slumped back into the bed, staring down at himself in horror. Anakin Skywalker had just had a wet dream about Obi-Wan Kenobi. [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving.

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD: ✦ Strings Pulled Taut by preromantics, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     (AKA Anakin gets a bunch of gunk in his hair, Obi-Wan has been hyper-fixated, and it all bursts like a bubble.) ✦ dark red by wesnenski, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k     He feels Obi-Wan before he sees him: a ripple in the Force, a glow of warmth in the darkness. When he appears from the shadows like a bleary-eyed spectre, Anakin can only look up at him, nostrils flared, lip quivering. Here is his Master, tired and gaunt but solid and present and real. ✦ Take Care of Yourself, I Wish I Could by Kefalion, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 7k     While Obi-Wan and Anakin are alone on a planet during a mission, Anakin goes into a presentation heat. One Obi-Wan will not help him through no matter how much they'd both want it. Not that they know that want is mutual. ✦ Fever by dirkygoodness, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, cat boy!anakin, 3.5k     Obi-Wan wakes up to a cuddly (Ny)Anakin and is met with something he isn't expecting. He's going to have to deal with it though. And enjoy himself as he does. ✦ sink into the dunes by stardies, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 9k     [A collection of small Obikin drabbles. Each chapter will have its own one shot.] 01. sfw, anakin’s separation anxiety. 02. first time nsfw. 03. obikin zine piece, sith!obi-wan, jedi!anakin, handjobs. ✦ a necessary respite by Anonymous, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.6k     to be fair, all of this is obiwan’s fault. even though his master is calmly sorting through reports the faint buzz of arousal in the back of both of their heads is majorly coming from him, anakin just can’t help but react to it. ✦ the lean and hungry type by tideswept, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 4.5k     And so is Anakin, really, for being excited about this rather than angry. He wets his lower lip, striving to cohere his thoughts into something that isn’t appallingly horny, when Master speaks. “I’m not in rut,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t spring that on you.” “I mean,” Anakin pauses. “You could.” ✦ when people show you who they are, believe them by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, spanking, dom/sub, 3k     Anakin has a meeting with the Chancellor. Obi-Wan convinces him to take a slow morning instead. ✦ needs must by silianrail, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dual sex!anakin, 1.7k     Anakin must be the neediest omega in the entire temple, if not on the entire planet. But if Anakin is needy, what does that make Obi-Wan, who, after all, bends to so many of his padawan’s desires? ✦ Use Me by kittimau, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.5k     Anakin knows what Obi-Wan needs, even if he won't say it.

✦ Insatiable by TheSopherfly, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.8k     Obi-Wan meets Anakin’s eyes with a rueful smile. “You wanted it fast, yes?” “Yes.” Even without their responsibilities looming, Anakin would’ve wanted it like this; quick and dirty, like they just can’t help themselves. “Yeah. Fast is perfect.” “Good,” Obi-Wan says, punctuating the word with a single thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ll last long.” Or; With the twins still asleep, Anakin and Obi-Wan steal some time for themselves. ✦ Hazy Shade of Winter by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.7k     Obi-Wan runs hot; Anakin most definitely does not. Thankfully Obi-Wan is there to warm Anakin up when things get unusually cold in the Jedi Temple. ✦ The Love You Want by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, potential dub con-esque (read the tags), 6.8k     They've returned to their rooms after sparring, flushed and laughing and close enough that the very air feels heated between them. Once the door has closed, Obi-Wan turns to Anakin, smiling, takes Anakin's jaw in the cup of his hand and kisses him like the first blush of spring. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" he murmurs, and Anakin does nothing more than dreamily nod because he knows just what to do when he's slipped under like this. Knows his job is to be obedient and pliant and good. ✦ Handle Me With Care by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     Obi Wan wants Anakin but he knows he shouldn't. He also knows that there is no way he could ever act on it - or so he thought. ✦ tear me apart by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 2.4k     Obi-Wan uses Anakin in the Council Chamber ✦ A Lesson in Listening by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, toys, 4.4k     “Anakin,” Obi-Wan says simply. Anakin feels chills run down his spine. That tone means everything except simplicity. “Bedroom.” His husband commands. ✦ Keeping Company by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 11.1k     "So, will you? Will you help me through my heat? Please, I want you to fuck me, Master, I need it." Anakin doesn't care that he's begging already, but he's getting even wetter between his legs and he can't help it. Obi-Wan doesn't seem to mind anyway, because he groans and drags his fingers up into Anakin's hair and tugs slightly, making Anakin gasp. "Force, yes, I'll give you what you need, Anakin." ✦ king unmaker by unbitten, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, transmasc!anakin, royalty au, 4.4k     How to get your King to stop playing hooky from his appointments to make trips to the brothel? Scold him. Stare disapprovingly. Fuck him yourself.

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT: ✦ Reunion by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/darth vader, ~1k     Some sweetness to help with the absolute agony of Obi-Wan lol ✦ The Jedi Child by RowenaNie, obi-wan/darth vader & luke & leia & cast, NSFW, pregnant!anakin, 48.1k     “The emperor has put my replacement inside of me,” Vader said. ✦ Hand in Unlovable Hand by Rachello344, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.8k     Post Kenobi Part VI: Instead of leaving Vader for dead, Obi-Wan finds himself unable to abandon his dear friend again and so takes him with him. How can Obi-Wan Kenobi live without the other half of himself? Whatever it takes, he will drag Anakin back to himself, kicking and screaming. ✦ dreamscape melodies by egeria, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.9k     "The layers you Jedi wear are ridiculous," Vader grumbled. Obi-Wan let out a huff. "We're in a dream, are we not? Can we not just will our clothes off?" -- or: Vader is in heat and Obi-Wan is in his dream. It's still complicated. ✦ to restrain the darkness by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, some dom/sub, 2k     Or, Vader wants Obi-Wan to tie him up. ✦ dreams of old by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, nsfw, 4.1k wip     Obi-Wan surrenders to Vader on Jabiim in exchange for everyone else's freedom.

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE: ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k     Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ Sticky by Delziae, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & rex & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 25.9k     [Or: In which Anakin is too horny to handle and Obi-wan has a bit less control than he originally thought.] ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & padme, 10.3k     [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ Stargazing by thegingerwrites, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 21k     Anakin and Obi-Wan have become too well-known on the Holonet to take on undercover assignments anymore. But desperate times call for desperate measures and the Council asks them to make contact with a Separatist defector at a gala hosted on Mandalore. At least the event is a masquerade. ✦ praise you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 17.9k     An act of insubordination, a crash landing and a trek through the forests of an uncharted planet bring Anakin and Obi-Wan to a very hospitable village. Sure they think Anakin is a god, but really, what's wrong with wanting to be appreciated? ✦ terribly inconvenient and incredibly terrific by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 24.8k     Obi-Wan has the sheer nerve to imply that Anakin is ill-suited for a mission he himself is going on, which means that Anakin will stop at nothing to prove his old master wrong. After all, Anakin can do anything Obi-Wan can do, thank you very much. Even if maybe, just this one time, Obi-Wan is right. This mission relies on the one area of Anakin's life he's never spent much time or effort thinking about: his omega designation and Obi-Wan's alpha one. But there's no way that Anakin is going to back down now. What will Obi-Wan do? Go to the planet with another, non-Anakin omega? Don't make him laugh. He's Obi-Wan's partner. And Obi-Wan is his alpha. Alpha master. Same thing. ✦ and when you look at me, the weight of how i feel is heavy on me by brahe, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & depa & qui-gon & rex & cast, 37.9k     “Jus’ like a sun,” Anakin murmurs, and Obi-Wan has to strain to hear it, almost misses it. He stills. “Beautiful shining sun,” Anakin continues, and presses his face further into the pool of robes. His voice is slow and sleepy, and Obi-Wan realizes he can tell Anakin is about to drop off into sleep. He blinks, lifting his head to stare down at him in something between awe and shock. That seems to be the standard operating procedure when it comes to Anakin, he thinks, a little wry, a little wondrous.

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM: ✦ a vacationer's guide to being unexpectedly married by treescape, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 7.8k     “A vacation, you need,” Master Yoda had insisted firmly beneath their incredulous stares when they’d first received their instructions. “On a beach, perhaps, hmmm?” ✦ The Lonely Mollusk by temple_mistress, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia, nsfw, 2k     Obi-Wan was incredibly horny, Anakin was, Force-bless him, more than ready to oblige, and the children were miraculously still sleeping. ✦ looking for trouble by orphan_account, obi-wan/anakin (mentioned obi-wan/anakin/padme), spanking, 1.7k     Anakin gets in a fight. Obi-Wan cleans him up and spanks him.

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND: ✦ (I just) died in your arms tonight by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, modern au, 2.5k wip     Where Obi-Wan is still a master of politics and Anakin still fixes spaceships and they’re still irrevocably obsessed with one another. ✦ Win Condition by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, F1 au, 4.3k     Anakin has just won his first race of his F1 career and Obi-Wan, his longtime trainer and partner, knows just what his boy should get as a reward. (His dick. The reward is his dick.) ✦ Hooked on You by whohatessand, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 5.2k     With his wife's approaching senatorial election, Anakin Skywalker tries desperately to be the perfect husband she needs. Little does Padmé know, her husband has been sleeping with her campaign manager, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for quite a while now. ✦ we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, fake married, 5.8k wip     He looks up and meets Anakin’s eyes. A thoughtful expression passes over his face. “Married people are paid significantly more,” he says then, slowly, looking at Anakin like he’s trying to solve a riddle. Anakin stares, dumbstruck. “Huh.” ✦ Would You Like Cream With That? by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, professor obi-wan, 2.1k     Obi-Wan was a good teacher. His students learned the content, he got flattering reviews (even when you ignored the chili pepper Rate My Professors reviews that he could not seem to get taken down), and he generally liked teaching. Good professors did not sleep with their students. ✦ Pride & Preparation by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, school au, 5.6k     “You’re beautiful,” Anakin praised, making Obi-Wan blush. “And nervous.” Obi-Wan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course I’m nervous.” “You shouldn’t be,” Anakin said easily, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. “I love you, and this is going to be really fun.” ✦ swear each night to let him go by vorpalstars, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka, NSFW, modern au, professor!obi-wan, 10.3k wip     Anakin develops an unfortunate amount of lust for his literature teacher ✦ Seven Minutes in Anakin by Saratutti, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, dom/sub, 1.9k     Fully enamored doesn't even begin to describe Anakin’s captivation with the gorgeous professor he has stumbled into dating this Christmas season. ✦ The Melody Wakes the Heart by edgeofn1ght, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 3.5k     However, it's practically love at first sight when Obi-Wan passes a new busker working the alley he passes through every day going to and from work. ✦ Pick-up Games by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 1.1k     Ben’s quiet afternoon is ruined by a basketball player who needs some medical attention. He doesn’t mind too much. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 22: Brakebills by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.2k     Anakin Skywalker was not a typical student of Brakebills University for Magical Pedagogy.

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU: ✦ death by any other name by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, vampire au, 11.5k     While on a mission during his years as a Padawan, Obi-Wan escapes the tight hold of death transformed into something not quite human. In the years following, he isn’t always so lucky. ✦ Till Human Voices Wake Us by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, mer!anakin, 2.7k     It’s late summer when Obi-Wan first notices a flash of gold between the waves. ✦ Goodbye by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, nsfw, 1.2k     Anakin has no wish to leave Obi-Wan, not when they have just been reunited. Luckily for him, Obi-Wan is good at making their goodbye very memorable. ✦ tender like a bruise by stardies, obi-wan/anakin & cast, omegaverse, 6.8k wip     In a stroke of desperation, Obi-wan mates Anakin Skywalker by force on the fiery planet of Mustafar to stop his Fall and save his life. Taken back to Coruscant and imprisoned, Anakin feels the senate's pressure for justice, and Obi-wan, his mate and former mentor is determined to give him another chance. ✦ canaries underground by TheGoodDoctor, obi-wan/padme & references to anakin/padme & obi-wan/anakin & obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, padme lives, 10k     There are good days, and bad days. This is a good one. ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & mace & yoda & palpatine & cast, NSFW, Not a Jedi!Anakin, Sith!Obi-Wan, 63.5k     Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can't refuse. These things are, actually, related.

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: ✦ you can't just leave me by amadwinter, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, 1.6k     Anakin swears he’s above his Omega instincts, but when he’s sparring with his Alpha master one day, some wires get crossed that leave him unable to distinguish friend from foe. A primal fear consumes him, and no amount of Jedi training will shake the feeling he needs to escape. He needs to protect himself from the dangerous Alpha circling around him, searching for any sign of weakness. When backed into a corner, an Omega’s last line of defense is their bite. After all, an Alpha would never hurt their mate… ✦ A Little Early, A Little Late by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 7.4k     Anakin finds out he's pregnant. The problem is that his mating ceremony isn't for another four months. ✦ Sweet Surprise by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 12.3k     Obi Wan and Anakin are forced to land on an unfamiliar planet. Anakin is perplexed by everyone's obvious interest in him, unsure what could be causing it. That is, until he receives some unexpected news. The problem is, Anakin's not quite sure he believes it. The other problem is what Obi Wan might think when he finds out. ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & vokara, NSFW, omegaverse, pregnant!anakin, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying.

[kookyburrowing]

tusken luke skywalker is such a fucking god tier au to me. obviously he still has the same parents etc BUT a’sharad hett is with obi-wan and is like. uh. maybe we should NOT simply dump him with his relatives. you know the ones vader has literally spoken to in person before? yeah those. and obi-wan’s like well okay then what do you think we should do and a’sharad goes “tuskens.” so they take him to a tusken tribe near owen and beru and a’sharad’s like listen up guys how would you like a new kid and they’re like oh hell yeah new kid. and owen and beru are still around, luke still knows them and stuff but he’s like. tusken.

[sendpseuds]

Oh my god... Mall goth anakin x on-the-verge-of-a-midlife-crisis obiwan... Your Mind

[part one][part two]

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Obi-Wan knows he's already spent far more money than he'd planned. Store after store he's found himself nodding absently in response to every request Korkie makes. The huge wireless headphones he doesn't need. The limited edition sneakers that look identical to the ones already in his closet. The sunglasses all the cool kids are wearing.

Today, Obi-Wan can't seem to say No.

It would be easy to say he's doing it to make his son smile — it's not as if he's above buying a bit of the boy's affection from time to time — but the truth is, it would be far easier to stick to a budget were Obi-Wan's mind not so completely occupied by other things.

Things like leather harnesses and eyebrow scars.

Charcoal rimmed eyes and a teasing smile.

The unavoidable temptation of a shiny silver ring through a perfectly pouting lower lip.

Obi-Wan's cheek still burns where the young man kissed him, close enough to the line of his beard that he's certain the rough hairs must have tickled the soft corner of that painfully pretty mouth.

Had that actually happened?

Had it actually been want he’d seen in that sharp sapphire stare?

Had he actually said those things?

Meant those murmured words?

The questions are a near-constant loop in his head.

Being propositioned for sex is not an entirely foreign concept to Obi-Wan — it was certainly more common in his young and reckless years but he’s been single for a while now and it happens more often than people might think. Nowadays it’s usually, "Wanna get out of here?" from a tipsy patron in a dark dirty bar, or "Which one is yours?" from a single mother rooting for the rival team in the late innings of a high school baseball game.

The last time he was approached like this— with such brazen aggression, such wild open want — the last time a pretty young thing in leather and low-rise jeans cornered Obi-Wan in a dark neon-soaked room he had a fake ID and no clue he was about to become a dad.

"I think I'd rather call you Daddy."

Fucking hell.

"Hey, Dad?"

Obi-Wan needs to physically shake the thoughts from his head before he can look at his son.

His son who, as per usual, is buried in his phone.

"Yes?" Obi-Wan hums expectantly, as if he hasn't been walking around in a daze all day, cocking his head to one side when Korkie clicks off his phone but doesn't move to place it in his pocket.

"You've been really cool today," Korkie replies with a sincerity that hits Obi-Wan right in the chest, his heart squeezing tightly when he meets a pair of eyes that look like a mirror of his own, "and I know we planned to go to Dex's for lunch—"

Then Obi-Wan understands.

"But you have other plans?"

He looks appropriately apologetic.

He looks so much like his mom.

"Soniee just got her license," the teenager explains, holding up his phone as if it's evidence to his claim, his eyes darting away at the mention of his school friend's name, "She wants to celebrate."

"She wants to celebrate, hm?" Obi-Wan can't help but tease, barely resisting the urge to immediately apologize for the part his DNA had in the boy's complete inability to fight the blush creeping down his neck, remembering how endlessly Satine used to tease him, "With you?"

"Not just me," Korkie scoffs, somewhere between annoyed at his father and disappointed that it won't just be him and his crush driving around in the beat up sedan her father has been saving for her ever since he got that big truck he doesn't need, "She said she can pick me up here and drop me off at home later."

Obi-Wan know's that Home does not mean his apartment.

"I should call your mom—"

"I already texted her," Korkie quickly replies, holding up his phone to display the typical response of, "As long as it's alright with your father."

All Obi-Wan sees is the time.

And today, he just can't seem to say No.

"Alright," he agrees with a nod and a slanted smile, "As long as you promise to wear your seatbelt—" Korkie groans and rolls his eyes. Obi-Wan smiles. "And—" he continues loudly, holding up a finger as if to halt any oncoming complaints, "And if you consider spending an extra day or two with me before school starts so we can go up to Qui-Gon's camp."

"Fishing?" Korkie guesses, neither excited nor deterred by the prospect.

"I was actually thinking we could take his old Jeep out for some off-road driving lessons."

"Really!?"

"You can't—"

"I would never tell Mom."

Obi-Wan will tell Satine. He always does.

Sometimes, it's still fun to play the game.

"You're sure this is okay?" Korkie asks once the day's purchases are stuffed inside his new backpack, his tone almost uncomfortably earnest, "I feel bad about skipping lunch."

The kid probably thinks his dad is going to sit in their favorite diner by himself and frown into his french fries while Dex tries to cheer him up with wild stories of far faraway places.

Most times, he would probably be right.

Korkie also thinks no one has called Obi-Wan Daddy since he was seven.

"Get out of here," Obi-Wan insists with a smile, "I've got places to be."

That earns him a laugh.

There's an odd itch at the base of Obi-Wan's skull. One that crawls all the down his spine.

There's a secret in his throat he can't seem to swallow.

There's a low husky voice in the back of his mind counting down to a beautiful boy's thirty-minute lunch break.

"But that's more than enough time isn't it?"

He should leave.

Walk right out to the car and drive to Dex's alone exactly the way his son thinks he will.

"See you later, Dad!"

"Enough time for Daddy to fuck me—"

But, today, Obi-Wan just can't seem to say No.

[part one][part two]

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Marvel

Dumb, Dumber and Dumbass by tempestaurora

As Coach Wilson peered out the window in the living room, May said, very quietly, “You didn’t realise your brother worked at Peter’s school?”

“We all make mistakes!” Sam hissed.

Then Coach Wilson was leaning back and a figure in a hoodie and jeans stepped through the window and into the living room, and Peter’s heart sank into his stomach like a rock. Sam’s brother was, true to story, scarred from head to toe. He could see the puckered skin on his hands, the burns across his bald head. But that wasn’t the shocking part—the shocking part was that he’d already seen it before: he’d seen it when a certain vigilante’s suit had been destroyed three nights before, and Peter had walked with him back to his backpack to loan him some clothes.

“This is Wade,” Sam introduced.

Sam Wilson had two brothers: one was Peter’s gym teacher, and the other was fucking Deadpool.

OR: A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Family Dinner, during which Peter and May meet Sam's family. Meanwhile, Tony sends constant text updates about his search for whoever graffiti-ed Avengers Tower.

Death Before Inaction by hppjmxrgosg

"Fuck off, Nicky.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hasn’t anyone ever told you spider-napping is illegal?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You can’t hold me here, I know my spider-rights.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “God, you guys are so old. What are you? Like 27?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Scale of 1 to 10, how upset would you be if I told you I banged your mom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Or, I got my grubby little hands on the spider-man time line and fucked around a little bit. Not much (everything) changes.

DC / Star Wars (Crossover)

Obi-Wan in Gotham by hoebiwan (+ podfic)

Obi-Wan falls through a hole in the universe and ends up in the Batcave.

Clone Wars

the war has just begun by unintentionalgenius

The first problem was that the Supreme Commander didn’t give them enough warning about what they were stumbling into, when they were ordered out into it. Someone above General Kenobi’s head sent the men planetside in standard-issue gear, without thermal clothing or heat packs or sleeping kit or enough food for more than a single day. They had no extra ammo, no tents, no heavy artillery. They had barely any warning.

The second problem was that Supreme Command underestimated the strength of the enemy; it was supposed to be an easy enough job, holding the planet long enough to route the Seppies and then right back to the ship, leaving a contingent of troopers stationed there to retain what they’d won.

The third problem - the real problem - came when they let themselves become surrounded and the Separatists cut their supply line. Cody’s partially at fault for that one; a better Commander would’ve seen it coming. A better Commander would’ve had more backup plans, been prepared for more contingencies.

Being cut off from re-supply would’ve been a problem before the snow started.

Then the snow started.

I've never made it with moderation by Trixree (+ podfic)

He’d known how some of the men are with younglings—known from Waxer and Boil how sharply those attachments can form with little ones. Hell, the men were raised to be protective, so much so that Obi-Wan has often wondered if their protective drive was not written into their very atoms, some intrinsic part of their DNA.

It wasn’t something Obi-Wan had ever questioned. He’d thought he had understood the scope of it. In reality, he hadn’t understood a thing.

Not until Kamino.

Or: Not all that dive from cliffs make a running head start. Sometimes, the Fall is only a natural progression.

Standards of Professionality by Trixree

"Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm.

Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.”

5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not.

The Hunger Games

Lover & Loner by amateurwordbender

Haymitch once told him that he’s a survivor. It hadn’t been a compliment; he’d slurred out the words in pity after finding Finnick shaking apart from a panic attack.

Jo’s a survivor, too.

(Finnick and Johanna, from the moment they meet to the bitter end)

Original Works

for the want of a jewel by FormlessVoidbeast

With his country fallen to the unstoppable tide of the Dread Warlord, a terrified king sends a peace offering of his own flesh and blood in the hopes of buying leniency.

When Prince Damian of Miska is accepted as the symbol of his country's surrender and immediately wedded to the Warlord, he expects his fate to be both painful and humiliating, and his death inevitable. To his confusion, the Warlord and his terrible Warlock seem to have no interest in abusing that which they have claimed as their own. As Damian finds his feet and gains friends in a new land, he begins to question everything he once thought was true.

But some jewels were never meant to be sold, and the consequences of Damian's sacrifice are more far-reaching than anyone expected.

[tennessoui]

Firstly, I need you to you know that don’t let me lose you to the rising tide has me weeping over the concept of unconditional love. Like it’s so interesting to me because I was rereading weeding out wildfires, and you really tease at this idea of “obiwan would forgive anakin anything” and in the context of that fic that felt so dark…like Anakin would murder his lover and he’d still forgive him, Obiwan has a massive blind spot, etc.

But the tone in this…idk, it’s just immaculate. Because I don’t know if I would say that Obiwan has forgiven him necessarily, but he still loves him. I went to catholic school for years, was raised Christian, and it’s always this concept that God loves unconditionally. (And then it get complicated in Catholicism because of moral sins and hell and purgatory existing etc etc) but you’ve just— you single handedly, in the space of that last chapter, brought me back to being 5 years old and believing in unconditional love and it’s just beautiful. (Complicated bc Vader, but beautiful.) reading this fic was truly a religious experience

Aw this is great because it is also one of my favorite flavors of Obikin at the moment: where obi-wan would forgive anakin for anything that he could do, wrong or right, on purpose or accidental, and anakin Has Feelings About That (Mostly Love In Return)

by the end of rising tide, obi-wan hasn’t really gotten around to addressing or coming to terms with any of the stuff that has happened in the fic, post-waking up. all he is sure of is that anakin is Vader and Vader is anakin which means that he is already forgiven—or if not forgiven, then not abandoned. still loved, still treasured, still missed.

Obi-Wan is going to bend his moral code for that boy and feel guilt and feel anger when he has the time to really process everything (and importantly, process it with anakin next to him) like everything anakin did as Vader, what happened on meyset, the war, what Obi-wan did by killing that soldier, etc etc

so I agree the forgiveness bit is a bit more complicated because these are very real crimes and choices anakin made and committed and that would need reckoning. But I think this Obi-wan would look at that as a side quest to the main undertaking which is Take Care of Him, and for the both of them their loneliest nights are behind them now

[gaily-daily-musings]

Read a fic once based on this old fairy tale called Bearskin. It was about a man making a deal with the devil. For 7 Years he could not bathe or groom himself. At the end if he succeeded he would be rich beyond his wildest dreams. It took place in colonial times but I'm changing it to modern times because of reasons. (“Modern” as in sometime in the last 30 years or something idk)

-

The devil must be bored if he's talking to him, Obi-Wan surmised. He's injured and currently laying on the side of the dirt road. He'd been drinking heavily. The war had torn England apart. But he'd remained steady in the faith that at least he could come home to Satine. They were engaged to be married and had wanted to wait until after the war.

He came home to a funeral. She'd died a fortnight before he arrived. Her parents offered him condolences and a place to stay. He declined.

He'd meant to drink himself to death. It seemed he was on the right path if the figure in front of him is to be believed.

The devil appeared as a frail old man but there was a secret delight in his eyes. A joy found from the suffering of others. Perhaps Obi-Wan is closer to death's door than he thinks if he's able to recognize Satan in disguise. That or he's gone insane.

“Have you come to take me? I would have thought I'd be bound for elsewhere.”

The old devil chuckles. “You are, but not quite yet. In the meantime, I can offer you a deal.”

It's so cliche. Obi-Wan snorts. “I don't do deals with strangers. Or the devil.”

“You may call me Palpatine.” The old man croaks. “Save yourself from death and be rewarded greatly in earthly pleasures.”

Obi-Wan is a man of god. Or he was, anyway. The war took much from him. He has nothing and no one. So with nothing to lose, he decides to listen.

“For seven years you must not bathe nor groom yourself. You cannot change your clothing or tell anyone else the reason why. If you do, I will claim your soul for hell. But if you succeed, I will give you riches untold. You will never want for anything ever again so long as you live.”

Obi-Wan hums. The pain on his side thrums. The bar fight from earlier had not gone in his favor.

“Don't worry, I shall even the odds for you.” The devil produces a furred cloak. It looks to be made from a large animal. A bear most likely. “Put this on and wear it always. When you reach into the pocket you will take out a handful of gold. It will never run out.”

Obi-Wan looks at the cloak outstretched towards him. Infinite money would definitely make things easier on his journey.

He laughs then, low and joyless. The devil had hit him exactly where it hurt. He'd always been rather vain about his appearance. Being unable to maintain his personal hygiene was certainly quite the tailored test of strength.

Maybe it's the alcohol in his system muddling his higher thoughts, but he takes the cloak.

“Deal.”

-

The first year isn't necessarily horrible. In fact it's quite good. Not being able to cut his hair or nails or trim his growing beard grated on him, but it's a minor inconvenience.

That being said, it was nothing compared to the dirt beginning to cake onto his skin. He itches for soap but never gives in to the temptation. He was good at self discipline. The devil had misjudged him. He'd win this easily.

He stays at luxurious resorts dining on king's meals. He travels the country. Sometimes in taxis, sometimes on foot. The money in his pocket ensured he always had food and a place to stay.

The second year gets a little harder. He's begun to smell. Obi-Wan has to dig into his pockets twice now to get a room rather than just the once. The nicer 5 star hotels start to turn him away, pointing him to a local establishment.

He begins to braid his hair, not knowing what else to do with it. He wonders just how long it is going to get and when he will have to start tucking it into his pants or wrapping his long beard over his shoulder. For now though, it is bearable.

By the time of his fourth year, his skin has darkened so much he no longer appears English at first glance. Soot and mud cling to his hair and clothing. It starts to feel like a second skin. An outer layer stitched into him. The bearskin cloak wraps around him like it is a part of him. He looks more like an animal than anything else now.

It is near the end of this particular year that he travels to America. He'd never been before but wondered about going often. He has to bribe a shipyard captain to let him stow away on a barge. An airplane would never have let him on even with proper credentials and an entire truckload of gold.

The journey is long and hard but he makes it in one piece. He is grateful for the rain on the way there. He is not allowed to clean himself, but natural rainfall is unavoidable and thus a loophole. He loves to be caught in it. Standing in it on purpose would count as bathing he thinks, so he never does so if there's shelter around. But to be out in the open and nowhere to go? It was wonderful. A tiny respite from the horror of his reality.

America is not as beautiful as England in his opinion. But it isn't bad either.

9 times out of 10 a taxi driver or Uber will refuse him service, so Obi-Wan opts to walk most places nowadays. He doesn't mind so much.

He travels through town after town. They seem to get smaller with each one he passes.

One night Obi-Wan finds himself a bit cold and tries to find warm lodging. The only hotel in town refuses him business even with the money he presents. Perhaps they thought the coins were fake. He didn't blame them. Who would believe a homeless looking beggar to have a pocket full of gold?

He settles out back in the alleyway. He'd bought a sleeping bag a long while ago for this exact purpose. Just as he's zipping himself up he hears some men yelling. He sits up and gets out of the bag. He peers around the corner of the hotel.

Two men were pounding on the door to one of the rooms.

“We know you're in there Jinn! Give us the fucking money!”

The men are holding guns. They looked serious. Obi-Wan's heart chills.

A man's voice–Jinn he assumes–calls out. “I can get it tomorrow! I already told your boss!”

“Yeah well the boss changed his mind! He wants it now! Open the fuck up!”

Obi-Wan's feet move before he realizes it. War had taught him to not fear death. He's used to charging into the fray.

He approaches cautiously but deliberately. One of the men, brown haired, jumps back and holds the gun up.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Christ Jack, It's just a hobo calm down.”

Jack glares back at Obi-Wan. “Do I look like I have a handout? Get lost!”

Obi-Wan teaches into his pocket and holds out the gold coins. “I have money. I'll pay what Jinn owes.”

“The fuck?”

Suspiciously, with the gun still trained on him, Jack moves closer. He takes one of the coins and holds it up.

“Holy shit these are real!?”

“What?”

The other man takes a coin as well and bites into it. His eyes go wide.

“Is this enough to cover the debt?” Obi-Wan asks.

The two look at each other.

“Uh, yeah?”

Obi-Wan dumps the gold into Jack's hands. Confused, the two men leave presumably back to their boss. Obi-Wan should probably go too. He doesn't want to stick around if a mobster catches wind that some homeless man wandering town is loaded. No telling what they'd do if they caught him.

Just as he's turning to go pack up his sleeping bag, the door to the room opens. An older man steps out. His hair is long and gray. He looked tired. There are bags under his eyes like he'd been awake and worried for days. Obi-Wan knows that look.

Jinn stares at him, taking in his state of dress. Obi-Wan knows what he looks like. More importantly what he smells like. His nose had long since stopped working, but from the reactions of others he knows it's nothing good.

It's the stench that gets people more than his dirtied appearance. The last hotel that had accepted his money and made him sleep in the janitor's closet. They'd set up a small cot and shoved it into the room. They'd probably burned the sheets afterwards.

Jinn scrunches up his nose in a familiar gesture. But then he braces himself and takes a step forward, “You…paid my debt?”

Obi-Wan doesn't really know what to do. He has never been in this situation before. “It was nothing.”

Truly it wasn't. There was far more money where that came from.

Jinn’s face falls in aching relief. He breathes out a shuddering breath. “I–Thank you, I–I don't know what to say. Thank you!”

He startles Obi-Wan by coming closer. No one had willingly entered his space two years. Jinn stretches out a hand. “You saved my life!”

Obi-Wan stares. For a moment he lifts his own on pure reflex. But then he looks at his own hand. At the filthy overgrown nails. The mud caked onto skin. He drops it. Jinn doesn't let it discourage him.

“How can I repay you?”

“Don't ever borrow money from loan sharks again?”

Jinn chuckles. “I won't. It'd been stupid of me in the first place. But I'd been a bit desperate at the time. I didn't want to lose the farm and I–” he shakes his head, trailing off. “Nevermind that. It doesn't matter.”

Obi-Wan furrows his brow. (Though it was more like one brow these days) “Lose the farm?”

The sadness on Jinn’s face returns. “It hasn't been doing well these past few years. The bank was going to foreclose on it and I just couldn't stand to lose it.”

Obi-Wan needs not even a second to make his decision. “How much do you need?”

Jinn gapes. “I couldn't possibly! You've already done so much!”

“I told you it's nothing truly. I have more than I need.”

Jinn looks hesitant still. From his perspective Obi-Wan needed the money far more than he did. Obi-Wan reaches into his pocket and pulls out another handful of gold.

“Here.”

Jinn scrambles to hold out his palms. Obi-Wan dumps the coins. Jinn blinks several times as if Obi-Wan and the gold will disappear at any moment.

“Don't think about it, just take it.”

Jinn cups the gold to his chest and nods. “Thank you.” He says again. Then, “Is there truly nothing I can do for you in turn?”

Obi-Wan is about to say no when he thinks for a moment. “A ride out of town would be nice.”

The sooner the better. He couldn't exactly change his appearance should the loan shark catch wind of him. He's easy to spot as it is.

Jinn nods vigorously. “Absolutely! Wherever you want to go!” Then he pauses. “Though could I at least persuade you to stay the night at my place? It's the least I can do. It's about an hour from here.”

Obi-Wan nods. A bed sounded lovely. Jinn smiles.

“I'm Qui-Gon Jinn by the way.”

“Ben.”

-

He dozes off in the car on the way there. Jinn drives with the windows down and puts up a new air freshener. Obi-Wan isn't offended.

They arrive well past midnight. Jinn quietly shows him to a guest room. He tells him to please keep it down as he had three children. Obi-Wan nods.

The bed is amazing. It's a rarity he gets a mattress as nice as this anymore. He snuggles in and tells himself not to feel guilty for ruining the blankets. He'll just pay for them tomorrow.

In the morning he smells breakfast coming from downstairs. He pokes his head outside. He can hear Qui-Gon's hearty laughter and unfamiliar voices. He walks down the stairs. He feels out of place and self conscious in this house. This was clearly a nice, warm home and he was an invader.

“Ben!” Qui-Gon says with a smile. It's a shocking sight to have one directed at him. “Come sit!”

Obi-Wan slowly moves closer. There are three kids of varying ages at the table. The eldest looks about 20. The girl with blue and white hair seemed 17. The young boy looked 14. He doesn't see the mother anywhere.

The youngest scrunches his nose and holds it. The girl hits him in the side with her elbow. But she stiffens as well when she inhales and makes a valiant effort to avoid doing the same.

“These are my kids: Anakin, Ahsoka, and Ferus. Kids, this is the man I was telling you about.”

“You?” Anakin folds his arms. “You're the guy that gave dad the money for the farm?” he squints skeptically.

“Yes. He is.” Qui-Gon says giving him a look. Clearly he'd briefed them on Obi-Wan's appearance and to be polite.

“Thank you for the room.”

“Please, it was the least I could do.”

“We have a shower too.”

“Anakin!” Qui-Gon hisses.

Anakin shrugs. “What? We do. Works well and everything.”

Despite himself Obi-Wan laughs. It nearly startles him. He hasn't done that in awhile.

“Thank you but no.” He takes a seat at the table.

Ferus scoots away.

“So, Ben, what do you do?” Anakin asks.

Qui-Gon sighs heavily.

“Nothing. I currently travel. I wanted to see America so I left England a few months ago.”

Anakin nods. “Yep, figured with the accent.”

Ahsoka has stopped eating. Unable to keep her food down. She seems to be silently gagging.

“I can just take my plate outside and finish if that's alright.”

“Nonsense!” Qui-Gon says. “You're my guest! You will eat at the table!”

“May I be excused?” Ferus asks.

“You may. But you have to start your chores.”

“Yes father.” Ferus takes his plate and dumps it in the sink. He runs upstairs. Ahsoka looks after him longingly. Obi-Wan resolves to eat quicker.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. “So what do you do, Qui-Gon?” He asks in polite conversation. Even if he didn't engage in it much anymore he still knew how to.

“Mostly run the farm. I have a stall at the local market on weekends. Ahsoka here makes the best homemade jam in three counties!”

Ahsoka blushes. “That was two years ago dad!”

“She won first place at the county fair! Here, try it on your biscuit!”

Obi-Wan takes a bite of the jam on his biscuit. Oh. That was really good. “This is delicious Ahsoka.”

She nods. A small smile on her face.

“Do you sell these too?”

“Yeah, Anakin made the label for the jar.”

He turns the jar around and sees the design. It was quite nice.

“Are you into graphic design?”

Anakin shakes his head. “I went to college for engineering.”

Went?

“He dropped out to come home and help take care of the farm.” Qui-Gon says with a frown. “I kept telling him we were fine.”

Anakin snorts. “The bank was three days away from foreclosing but sure. You were fine.”

The rest of breakfast goes well all things considered.

Anakin and Ahsoka go out to do chores. Obi-Wan asks if he can help. Qui-Gon says no he's done enough.

He wanders out to the horse stalls, curious as to what kind of work one did on a farm. Anakin is shoveling hay. There's only just the one horse. It was black and beautiful. Obi-Wan, with his mangy hair and foul stench scares it. He must look a fright. The poor creature rears up. Anakin slips and falls backwards into the mud. He groans angrily.

“Sorry! I didn't mean to!”

“Threepio is skittish as hell. He'd jump over a gust of wind.”

Obi-Wan moves to help him up. But just as with Qui-Gon, the sight of his own hand stills the movement. Anakin looks up at him incredulously.

“Seriously? I'm covered in horse shit and you're not gonna help me up?!”

Obi-Wan grasps Anakin's hand; human contact, warm skin on his own. He nearly cries right then and there.

Anakin goes to use the hose to rinse off. Obi-Wan declines his offer to rinse as well.

“What is it with you and water? Afraid of it or something? Like a phobia?”

“Something like that.”

Anakin shrugs. “Whatever.”

He asks if he can help out with any chores. Anakin, unlike Qui-Gon, agrees. After helping to feed the horse and chickens and pigs, he follows Anakin to the garage. He discovers that Anakin fixes the townspeople's cars out of there. It's just a small business he runs on the side while on sabbatical from college.

Obi-Wan watches him work. They talk. It's nice to have a conversation. He missed it fiercely. Having someone there to talk to. The worst part of the devil's deal wasn't the dirt or the nights outside or the smell clinging to his soul, it was the loneliness.

Anakin is very smart. He seems passionate about the cars. He'll make a good mechanic.

“I don't think I'm going back.” He says quietly as if his father is eavesdropping. “I talked to Watto in town and he said he'll hire me. He owns the only car shop in town. Said he'd rather have me on then steal his customers. Might even take over for him one day.”

“What about college?”

Anakin shrugs. “Dad needs me. He never recovered after mom died.”

Amakin stands, cracking his hands. He wipes the grease off his hands with a cloth.

“You know you really saved our asses.”

“It was nothing.”

“Yeah that's what dad said you told him.”

“it's true.” He shrugs.

Anakin hums. He peers at him, he's come closer without Obi-Wan realizing. Anakin leans down as if he wants to peel back the dirt and skin to the mystery core of this man in front of him.

“He said you asked for a ride outta town?”

“Yes.”

Anakin hums again and nods. “You in a hurry or something? Dad won't ask for help but we could use an extra pair of hands for a few days if you're willing.”

Obi-Wan weighs the decision. Not only would the bed be nice to sleep on for longer, but he's surprised at how much he longs to be useful. To do good work. To have a purpose again. Wandering around aimlessly grated on his soul.

A few more days couldn’t hurt.

-

He gets to know the family. They were all very charming in their own way. Even Ferus who couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. Though a lot of candles have been lit throughout the house recently he's noticed.

Qui-Gon keeps insisting he eat at the table. Anakin makes dinner once. It's good. Obi-Wan wishes he could do the same for them but he couldn't wash his hands for prep.

No one probes him on why he didn't want to shower. For that he's grateful. He couldn't explain even if he wanted to.

The days pass. Anakin teaches him about cars. Qui-Gon and him sit on the porch and talk in the evenings. Ferus still won't go near him, but Ahsoka makes an effort. He liked this little family.

The weekend comes and the family sets up their booth for the Saturday market. Qui-Gon invites him along. Obi-Wan is apprehensive.

“I'd rather not scare away your customers.”

“Are you kidding?” Anakin asks. “People in this town are voracious gossipers. They'll crowd the stand if you come.”

So he does. True to his prediction, people are curious and stop by the little booth to gawk and ask about him. They don't look at him directly, merely a side eye or a glance. But it's obvious they're peering out the corner of their eyes.

The children of the shop owners are curious as well. They gather in a little group hiding behind a tent. They giggle and whisper.

Obi-Wan decides to take a walk around after about an hour or so. Tired of being the center of attention. It's odd, growing up he loved talking and mingling. He loved company. But this kind of attention wasn't worth it.

The kids follow. They aren't subtle. A brave one steps out. They touch the bearskin cloak. They shriek and run back to the group. They whisper even louder now and laughter follows. Another runs up to him, touches his back, and spins around to run. Obi-Wan frowns. Seems he is the subject of a game now.

The next one that comes, Obi-Wan suddenly turns and roars. The children scream and scatter. He has himself a chuckle. That should keep them away.

But then, not a minute later, something hits his back again. He sighs and turns. Then he pauses. No one is there. A pebble hits the front of his chest. Then another. He looks up. Ferus and the other kids pick up a rock and toss it at him. Obi-Wan holds up his arm to shield his face.

“Hey! The fuck are you little shits doin?!” Anakin comes crashing into the scene.

The kids scatter. Anakin grabs Ferus by the back of his shirt. He shakes him.

“This man saved dad's life! What the hell are you doing throwing rocks!?”

Ferus kicks at him but Anakin holds on. Anakin was probably used to roughhousing. Anakin wins easily, pinning his brother to the ground.

Ferus starts to cry. “I don't want him in the house anymore! He's scary and smells weird!”

“Apologize!”

“Anakin, it's fine.”

“No it's not!” He snaps. He pushes Ferus' face into the dirt. “Say you're sorry you little snot!”

“I'm sorry!” Ferus bites out.

Anakin lets him up. Ferus scrambles away.

“I'm not gonna tell dad. But if you pull this shit again he’ll have you shoveling the horse stall out for a month!”

Ferus flips Anakin off and runs away. Anakin sighs. He gets up from the ground and wipes his knees.

“Sorry.”

“It's alright. Kids can be cruel.”

“Yeah well I wonder with Ferus sometimes.”

They walk together. Anakin asks him about England. He overheard a late night conversation Obi-Wan had had with Qui-Gon. But it seemed private so he didn't intervene.

“Sorry, you don't have to answer that. I mean, life fucking sucks. I know that as much as anyone.” Anakin says, hands shoved into his pockets. His flannel shirt looked good on him, Obi-Wan notes. It accented his chest.

Something constricts behind his ribcage. It nearly knocks the breath right out of him. Anakin's curly locks fell out of his baseball cap like a golden waterfall. He was beautiful.

Obi-Wan looks away.

“I don't need to know your life story. Everyone is going through something. It's clear as day that you are too. We all handle grief differently.”

“It's fine.”

Obi-Wan chooses to tell him about his parents. About his childhood. How his fiance died. He misses her.

Through it all Anakin listens attentively. Obi-Wan can't stop staring at him. God he hasn't touched himself in so long. Perhaps that was it. He was just pent up. Anakin wasn't running away in horror the way most people didn't these days so Obi-Wan's fantasies had decided to fixate on him.

He can't help noticing Anakin's hands. Long fingers, strong arms. They were almost always covered in grease.

They wander far enough they're several blocks away from the farmers market and in the central town.

“Ani?” an older woman steps out from the corner store. She smiles.

“Hey Mrs. Organa!”

The woman is kind enough not to linger on Obi-Wan. She greets Anakin warmly. Anakin introduces him. Apparently he used to babysit her kid when he was younger.

“And how is Padme?” She asks.

Anakin's face tightens. “She's, uh, she's fine.”

“That's good to hear. You must come over for dinner sometime. I know Qui-Gon tends to hole himself up in that house of his. Tell him he needs to get out more. His friends miss him.”

“Will do Mrs Organa.”

She walks away.

“Padme?” Obi-Wan asks. He shouldn't pry. He's not sure what possesses him.

Anakin winces. “I met her in college. We're on break right now though. Haven't told anybody because they all expect me to marry her. Well, except you.” He winks. “Can you keep my secret?”

Obi-Wan blushes. Thank God it can't be seen through the dirt caked onto his face.

“It's safe with me.”

After another hour they decide to head back to the farmers market.

A car is following them. They notice around the same time. Anakin frowns. He recognizes it. It's the same one that Qui-Gon had gotten into when meeting with the loan shark.

They run. They race through back alleys and across streets. The car catches up and men get out. They have baseball bats. Obi-Wan knows how to fight dirty, but apparently so does Anakin. They make a good team. They take out the three men together. Anakin spits on their unconscious bodies.

“Should have sent more.” He growls.

Just then another car appears.

“Apparently they did.” Obi-Wan says exasperated.

They get into the now empty car and drive away. Anakin speeds through the streets. He's a demon behind the wheel. He's smiling. He was enjoying this, the adrenaline and the chase. Obi-Wan is impressed.

Clarity returns to him.

“…turn around.”

“What?!”

“They want me, Anakin. Not you or your father. This won't end if you help me get away.”

“No! I'm not giving you to those assholes!”

“Anakin please, I don't want any harm to come to your family!”

Anain jerks the wheel. After several maneuvers he manages to lose their tail. He parks the car and turns to Obi-Wan, now angry.

“Why the fuck would you just give up like that?!”

“I'm not giving up. If I leave town after you were seen helping me it'll only backfire on you! You know it!”

Anakin grits his teeth. He growls angrily under his breath.

“If you don't take me back I'll just find them on my own.”

Anakin suddenly reaches out. He takes Obi-Wan's face in a steely grip.

“Why are you helping us? You've already given us everything!”

He answers truthfully. “I have nothing else to live for.”

Anakin stills. His blue eyes are wide. They are like a balm. Ocean blue cleansing his soul. He aches to bathe in them.

“Please let me do this, darling.”

Best case scenario he gives him some more gold for his own ransom and they let him go. Worst comes to worst they discover his secret gold pocket and keep him as a cash cow. But he doesn't think it'll come to that.

Anakin dips his head and bumps against his forehead. “Okay.” He says quietly. He doesn't let go of his face.

“Anakin…”

Anakin shivers. “I really like the way you say my name, you know? That fucking accent. So posh.” He gives a little smile, sad and small.

Obi-Wan has no idea what the hell to do with that information.

Eventually they part. Ankain starts the car and drives him back into the open. They find the other car easy enough and stop. Obi-Wan gets out. He nods at Anakin and heads over.

-

The thing is, only Obi-Wan is able to remove the gold from his pockets. No one else can. It doesn't work like that. So when the loan shark has his men search him they find nothing. As far as they know he's telling the truth.

“My lost my entire family in a car crash two years ago. I was the only survivor. I sold my estate and pocketed whatever money I could carry. I don't care what happens to me.”

“So you just, what, gave the last of it to save a random guy you don't know in the middle of the night? No connection to Qui-Gon Jinn at all?”

“I'm sure you've researched him thoroughly by now. Did you find me anywhere in Qui-Gon's history?”

The gangster frowns. No. They didn't.

“I have nothing and no one. I figured he could use the money more than me. I'm a tired old man who's given up on life. I just wanted to do some good in the world before I shuffled off this plane into the next.”

The shark sighs. Clearly this was been a dead end. It was a long shot anyway. He'd ordered the mysterious hobo brought in more out of curiosity than anything else. Nothing much happened in this area after all and he was intrigued.

They let him go in the end. Obi-Wan breaths a heavy sigh of relief. Thank God.

He should move on. Should head to the next town over. But his heart doesn't want to. He wants to see Anakin one last time. With the loan shark now disinterested he could potentially stay.

But oh the way Anakin had looked at him. He knows the danger wasn't over yet. He would ruin that boy.

When he walks down to the house it's late in the evening. He hears a shout from within as he makes his way up the driveway. Ahsoka opens the door in shock. Seconds later Anakin bursts out the door showing her aside. He races down the path, startling Obi-Wan. They collide. Anakin wraps his arms around him tightly. Obi-Wan falls into the embrace. He hugs him back.

“I'm alright.” He assures him. “They won't come here again.”

“You fucking idiot!” Anakin says, relief in his voice.

Dinner is a boisterous affair. There's smiles and laughter and even Ferus talks to him. Obi-Wan can't remember the last time he felt so at home. He'd been at war for years and then fell into the Devil's deal soon after returning to find his fiance passed. He longs to stay here.

Ahsoka gathers the dishes. Ferus helps her wash. As Obi-Wan heads up to his room for one last time, Qui-Gon mentions that he wouldn't mind if he stayed. He needed an extra hand around the farm anyway. And he's sure Anakin wouldn't mind. He says this last part with a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

Obi-Wan thanks him but declines. It was only going to get worse from here. He was still recognizable as a human more or less. But he had three more years to go. He can't imagine putting this family, or Anakin, through all that. It was his burden to bear and his alone.

That night, it's hard to sleep. He thinks perhaps he will sneak out at dawn before the family wakes. He'll leave a hefty pile of gold on the counter. Just in case. Perhaps Qui-Gon will be able to hire a real farm hand with it. Or Anakin can go back to college.

After about an hour of tossing and turning, there's a soft knock on his door. He sits up. Anakin comes in and shuts the door behind him.

“Couldn't sleep.” He says.

He takes a seat on the end of the bed. Obi-Wan bristles.

“You're leaving aren't you?”

Obi-Wan hangs his head. “It's for the best.”

“For you or us?”

Both.

Anakin runs a frustrated hand through his hair. Obi-Wan wants to tangle his fingers into those locks. He swallows thickly. All the more reason to leave.

“When mom died, dad hit a wall.” Anakin says quietly. “He couldn’t get past it. He held onto all her things. He refused to sell anything that reminded him of her. Then the bills started piling up. He should have sold the farm years ago. We all knew it. The town knew it. But he wouldn't. So he started gambling. Then he started losing.” His eyes are dark as they stare across the room at the wall. “All he had to do was let go. None of us would be in this situation.”

Anakin could have been in college with his girl. Ahsoka and Ferus could be hanging out with friends and focusing on school instead of doing endless chores.

“Grief makes it hard to see the obvious. I know that more than anyone. I don't know what you've been through but you don't have to keep going through it alone. You can stay here.” Anakin turns to look at him. Obi-Wan feels pinned. “Stay here with me.”

Obi-Wan dares not hope he means what he thinks he means. He couldn't possibly want a filthy, disgusting creature like–

Anakin takes his hand. “Whatever burden you're carrying you can set it down here. I won't judge you.”

“It's not that simple.” Obi-Wan chokes out. He can't just wash away his past. The dirt must remain.

Ankain leans in. “Please,”

Obi-Wan lets him. Heaven help him, he lets him.

Their lips press together. He doesn't open his mouth. He's too afraid. Anakin's nose brushes against his. His breath must smell horrendous. His teeth are more yellow than white.

Anakin kisses him again. This time the other man lays a hand on his cheek. He presses his thumb into his jawline. Against his better judgment, he loosens his jaw. Anakin's tongue slips in. Obi-Wan moans. He tasted better than any hot meal he's ever had. Any drink of water on a searing summer day.

“Ben…” He breathes.

It's enough to knock sense back into him. The last person who moaned his name like that was dead. Only Satine had ever called him Ben.

He pulls away. Anakin holds on. Obi-Wan gently takes his hands and pulls them off. He smiles sadly.

“I have to go Anakin.”

Anakin looks like he wants to protest. He actually wants this mangy animal in his house. In his bed. Obi-Wan cannot fathom why.

“I…” Obi-Wan hesitates. It is selfish to ask. He shouldn't ask. Shouldn't even consider it. “Can you wait for me?”

Abakin deserved to live his own life. He already sacrificed so much coming back here to help his father with his shortcomings. But he can't help but want. He needed to know there was a light at the end of the tunnel. That someone out there was thinking of him.

“How long?” Anakin whispers.

“Three years.”

Ankains face tightens. Three years was a long time for a practical stranger.

“Okay,” he squeezes their hands together. “I'll wait.”

-

Obi-Wan leaves the money on the dining table.

It's about a mile or two away from the Jinn homestead that he decides to stop living for himself. Too long has he been using his money for his own gain. He had more than he could spend and more than he could ever need.

Whenever he passes by someone on the street with a sign, he fills up their cup. Whenever he stays at a homeless shelter, he gives everyone there as many coins as they can carry. He tips any cashiers or retail workers that help him handsomely.

It makes him feel a little lighter. Knowing he was doing something in this world to make it better. The gracious smiles he receives in return are all he ever needs.

-

When the end of year seven arrives he is more animal than man. Even the shelters turn him away now.

The stench is terrible and foul. He scares children and animals wherever he goes. But everyday day brought him closer to the end. Closer to Anakin.

He makes it an old church at the edge of a town somewhere in Arizona. It was Thursday afternoon. No one was inside.

“Devil! I have held up my end of the bargain! Show yourself!”

There's a chilling laughter followed by a tingle up his spine.

The old man appears just the same as before. Though now, instead of delight, he looks agitated.

“It seems you have.” Palpatine snarls.

Obi-Wan grabs hold of the bearskin and rips it off. His hair, having grown into it, yanks off with it. He feels like his very skin is peeling away. But Obi-Wan keeps yanking. Needing to be free of this thing he'd become.

The second it's off, something clicks. Obi-Wan blinks. His body feels lighter. He looks down. It wasn't just the bearskin weighing him down, it was the years of dirt and mud and filth. He's clean now. All of it is gone.

His hair and nails are trimmed as well. He runs his hands over his face. Shock and awe coursing through him followed by elation. He could smell the air now. It was fresh and good and oh he's missed this!

“And the riches you promised?”

“Put your hand into your pocket. No matter what clothing you wear, it will always produce a handful of gold.”

Obi-Wan grins at the devil. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Palpatine lip curls. “I'll have your soul yet, Kenobi.”

Then he vanishes.

-

Obi-Wan bathes for three days straight. He's so pruny that his skin is wrinkled beyond measure. But he doesn't care. He'll never go another day without showering again.

The resort he checked in at brings him room service. He snuggles into the soft blankets. Happy and clean at last.

His thoughts turn to Anakin. Had he waited for him? If he'd gone back to college he may have started dating Padme again. Perhaps they even married. The last time someone waited for him they'd died, so returning to find them married this time wouldn't be so bad. At least he tells himself that.

It takes months for him to get his affairs back into order and re-enter society. After seven years England had declared him dead. He returns to his home country and visits Satines family. He apologizes for disappearing on them.

After the fourth month he admits he's stalling. He works up the courage to return to America.

-

Anakin is at the local mechanic shop. The pay is fine for what it is. Qui-Gon had urged him to return to college and finish his degree. He had. But shortly afterward Qui-gon had fallen ill. He moved back home again, for what he now suspects is the last time, and takes care of him.

Ahsoka has moved away and is living her life. Ferus is about ready to graduate. Ahsoka offered to come back and help out as well, but Anakin refused. He had it covered. No need for them both to be here trapped in this town.

The medication was expensive, burning through all the gold they had left. He shouldn't have bothered finishing his degree. They would have had so much more.

He sold the animals first. Broke his heart to get rid of Threepio. He'll have to look into selling the farm at some point but decides to wait until after Ferus is out of the house.

Anakin isn't sure what he'll do when Ferus graduates. His little brother takes care of their father while he's at work in town. Qui-Gon assures him he doesn't need looking after and can stand to be home alone for a few hours but the last time that happened he had an episode and fell down the stairs. So no. Leaving his father alone is out of the question. Anakin wipes his sweaty brow and sighs.

Soon he's headed home again. He spots a strange car into the driveway. It looked nice. Brand new. He narrows his eyes. Qui-Gon better not be meeting with loan sharks again.

He enters cautiously. “Dad? I'm home!”

He finds him In the living room. He's on the couch having tea with a man in a white button down and slacks. Qui-Gon waves him over. A grin is in his face.

“Anakin! Come in! This is an old friend, Obi-Wan!”

Anakin eyes Obi-Wan. His auburn hair and blue eyes were striking. He frowns. “He just popped on by then?”

“Sorry to drop in unannounced.” The man says. And Anakin freezes for a moment. The crisp accent reminded him of Ben. “I was in the area and wanted to see how Qui-Gon was faring.” Then his face turns serious. “I didn't know he was sick. I would have come sooner if I had.”

Qui-Gon shakes his head. “Nonsense, you're here and that's what matters!”

Obi-Wan smiles. He sets his tea down. “Your father tells me you're selling the farm?”

“Yeah?” Anakin looks between the two of them, brow raised. “It's about time anyway.”

Obi-Wan nods. Then he turns a bit nervous. “I already asked Qui-Gon here, but it's just–well I have a rather large inheritance and thought my old friend here could use it. We've been discussing moving him to a city with better doctors. I can pay for the treatment of course.”

Now Anakin is thoroughly confused. This stranger from his father's past had swept in and is offering a way out? Why? Who would do that? And how do they know each other?

“Dad, what the hell did you promise this guy?” What kind of “old friend” swoops in after years of estrangement? This had to be another loan shark.

“Anakin it's fine. He just wants to help.”

Anakin narrows his eyes. “Sure he does.”

Just then his cell goes off. It's his boss. Anakin sighs. “I'll be right back.” He mutters. This wasn't over.

He leaves the room and stops outside in the hallway. Just as he's about to take the call it drops. Anakin frowns. He punches the number into his cell to call Watto back.

“Why won't you let me tell him Obi-Wan?”

Anakin pauses. He lowers his phone from his ear. Voices whisper from the other room.

“Trust me it's for the best.”

He hears a clink of porcelain. “He missed you. We all did.”

What?

“I'm not what he needs.”

“Believe me, you think I don't feel guilty for trapping my son here? I do. All the time. But he refuses to do things for himself. I want him to be selfish, Ben.”

The name shoots through his chest. Ben. Kind, lovely Ben. Anakin slumps down the wall. Heart in his throat.

The accent was exactly the same. He should have known. It was the cleanliness that had thrown him off. Obi-Wan was respectable in every sense of the word. His hair was perfectly cut and beard trim and neat. He sat with an air of refined nobility that most people didn't have. It was no wonder he hadn't recognized him.

The hell was he playing at? Coming back into their lives like this again when they needed him most? Was he just going to give Dad a bunch of money again and fuck of back to England? Is that all he thought he was good for?

With shaking legs, Anakin goes back in. Qui-Gon looks up.

“What was that about?”

“Huh? Oh, um, Watto just couldn't find where I put the tools. It's fine.”

He plops down right next to Obi-Wan. To Ben. Both men blink in confusion. Anakin stares back.

He had a scent now. A bit of aftershave and cologne. Anakin wants to bury his nose in it.

“How do you know my dad?”

Obi-Wan tenses. “Oh, um, it was about 20 years ago. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere and Qui-Gon here fixed it for me.”

Anakin squints as his father winces. Qui-Gon was handy around the house but he didn't know shit about cars. That had been his mother. She was the one that had taught him about engines.

“He fixed it for you?”

“Yes that's right.”

“Do you hear that?” Qui-Gon sits up. He puts a hand to his ear. “I think I hear Ferus calling.”

He practically runs out of the room. Anakin snorts. He turns back to his interrogation.

“Why are you here?”

“To…check up on your father?”

“After 20 years? Try again.”

Obi-Wan swallows. Anakin watches the bob of his adams apple. As angry as he is right now he's also fighting not to just grab the stupid man.

“I was in the country and thought I may as well pay a visit while I'm here.”

“Nothing else? No other motives? No one else to see?”

“No?”

Obi-Wan looks like he wants to sink into the couch and disappear. Good. Let him cook. Anakin has waited three years for him to come back to him and now he doesn't even want him!

Anakin stiffens. Oh. He didn't want him anymore.

The epiphany settles like dust after an explosion. Anakin leans back, away from Obi-Wan. He'd met someone else back in England. He must have. It's why Ben didn't want Qui-Gon telling him who he was. And now he was too embarrassed to owe up to it.

Heartbreak clings to the edges of his chest. Anakin swipes it away. He supposed it made sense. Obi-Wan was far too handsome to remain single for long. Of course someone else snatched him up. The fact that Obi-Wan had still bothered to come back at all meant something. At the very least he was still willing to take care of his family. Of Qui-Gon. For that Anakin would always be grateful.

The fight leeches out of him. “I see,” he says quietly. He forces himself to continue. “Thank you for checking up on him. He can be really stubborn about his health.”

Obi-Wan offers a small chuckle. “I'm well aware. I practically had to fight him to get him to agree to come to England.”

Anakin startles. “England?”

“Yes. I know some people, great doctors. They will take care of him there.”

Anakin wilts. Everyone was leaving. Everyone was moving on. Anakin was still stuck where he's always been.

“You're welcome to come too of course. I just wasn't sure you'd be amenable. You have your own life here after all.”

Anakin thinks on it. On the one hand he'd like to make sure Qui-Gon was alright personally. But on the other he'd have to see Obi-Wan's lover or partner or whomever.

Then again, England was a good place to start over. Maybe they could be friends? Anakin's voice comes out small. “I'll think about it.”

-

Anakin watches the sun set on the porch. He wipes away the silent tears that fall. At least now he could finally stop wondering and move on. His Dad would be taken care of. He could get out of this town just like he always wanted. He didn't have to wait around anymore.

Another presence becomes known with the creak of old wood behind him. Anakin tenses. He braces his arms against the porch railing.

Go away, he thinks. Go away.

Obi-Wan appears beside him with a plate of cut apples. “I thought you might like some.”

Anakin shakes his head. Obi-Wan puts the plate on the railing all the same.

“Qui-Gon's gone to bed.”

Anakin nods. Just go away.

“Anakin?” He sounds shocked. “Darling, why are you crying?”

Fuck. Anakin grits his teeth. Can't even be alone in the middle of nowhere on a farm. He hunches over more, trying to hide his wet face. He shakes his head again. Fuck him, calling him darling like he still cared.

“I've been waiting for someone,” he whispers, not trusting his voice. He grips the railing and it creaks under his hands. “I don't think they're coming back for me anymore.”

The old Anakin would have called him out for it. Would have screamed and yelled and made a scene. But now? He's just done with it all. He wants it to be over. He wants to be unstuck.

For a long moment, Obi-Wan is silent. So quiet that Anakin almost thinks if he turns his head to look he'll be gone. Alone again. But then Obi-Wan exhales and Anakin is suddenly aware of another body leaning against the railing.

He dares to glance over at him. But Obi-Wan isn't looking at him. He's looking up at the evening sky. His face has crumpled inward, a reflection of Anakin’s grief.

“Perhaps he was unsure if his presence was wanted.”

Anakin swallows a bite of anger. “I'd given him no reason to think he wouldn't be.”

Obi-Wan hesitates and then, “I'm sorry, Anakin.”

He closes his eyes, letting the night air cool against his heated skin. Then he opens them. “Who is she?”

Now Obi-Wan finally turns to look at him. “What?”

“The person you're leaving me for? That's why you didn't come back sooner isn't it?”

Obi-Wan looks shocked. “No! Anakin no I was busy trying to get my life back in order! There's no one!”

“Then why pretend? Why didn't you tell me who you were Ben?” He snaps.

Obi-Wan flinches. “I thought you'd moved on. You're better off without me.”

Anakin laughs coldly. He waves his hands over his head at the house and life in general. “None of us would be better off without you! You saved us! You saved me!”

Anakin wants to tear his hair out. Curse this idiotic self sacrificing man. “Stop thinking about what you think I want and start thinking about what you want! What do you want, Obi-Wan?”

It comes out easily. Surprisingly so. “You, Anakin.”

It shocks them both.

“I want you. Anything you'll give me.”

Anakin shakes, his skin practically vibrating. “I'll give you anything you want, you asshole!”

Their mouths clash as their bodies brace. They moan into the kiss, finally reunited.

-

(They move to England in a gorgeous mansion and are in love and gross about it. Ahsoka is the best man for Anakin. Ferus bears the rings. Qui-Gon is very proud. He can't stop crying, it's embarrassing.)

[sopherfly]

Misbehaving

Some brief obikin shenanigans for the beautiful and brilliant @temple-mistress on her birthday!

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It only takes Obi-Wan a few minutes to realize, in the midst of the party’s general commotion, that Anakin has disappeared.

Obi-Wan knows his partner—his alpha; gods, Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite gotten used to that—well enough to know that Anakin won’t have gone far. Between their Force bond and the lingering traces of Anakin’s scent, Obi-Wan tracks Anakin down on one of the upper balconies.

“Not in the party mood?” Obi-Wan asks, sitting astride the windowsill for a moment before levering himself outside. He closes the window behind him, then pulls the drape, leaving the two of them in relative privacy. “Or is something on your mind?”

Anakin shakes his head, smiling ruefully. “No, it’s a good party,” he says, glancing back at Obi-Wan before returning his attention to the slowly darkening sky. “It’s just… I’m tired of having to behave myself.”

Obi-Wan hums in understanding. “They are less conservative than some of our previous hosts,” he observes. His hands clasped almost casually behind his back, he steps up beside Anakin, their shoulders close but not quite touching. “I don’t believe a public display of affection would be out of line.”

A slow exhale is Anakin’s only reply at first. “It would be playing with fire,” he says finally, a note of longing in his voice. 

“Ah.” Obi-Wan knows how Anakin struggles with the… impropriety of his alpha instincts. He doesn’t begrudge Anakin maintaining a kind of public reserve. “Well, we’re alone out here, aren’t we?” 

Anakin turns his head a fraction, his eyes flickering with interest.

Obi-Wan’s chin tilts up. The nearly unconscious gesture leaves the column of his neck more exposed, and he sees Anakin’s nostrils flare. Aware that his pulse has started to flutter faster, Obi-Wan reaches up, caressing Anakin’s cheek, subtly encouraging Anakin to scent his wrist. 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, grazing Obi-Wan’s pulse point first with his nose, then with his lips.

After a few indulgent moments, Obi-Wan withdraws his hand. Something heated passes between them, a mix of expressions and scents, and Obi-Wan swallows against the urge to grip Anakin’s tunics and demand a kiss. Instead, he steps back a few paces, raising his eyebrows in something halfway between a challenge and a tease. One corner of his mouth quirks up. 

Anakin lets out a growl—a rumbling thing low in his throat—and surges forward, closing the distance between them. 

Obi-Wan expects Anakin’s lips on his, but instead Anakin seeks out Obi-Wan’s mating bite, not entirely concealed by the open collar of his tunic. “Kriffing hells, you smell good,” Anakin huffs, his breath impossibly warm against Obi-Wan’s skin. He crowds Obi-Wan back against the other side of the balcony, pressing their bodies flush together. 

Oh, gods. Anakin is clearly as desperately hard as Obi-Wan is—and suddenly all Obi-Wan wants is for his alpha to surround him, to knot him, to make a mess of him. 

“Stang, Master.” Lips and tongue skim over Obi-Wan’s mating bite, and Obi-Wan shudders when Anakin’s teeth trace over the faded mark. “Want to fuck you.”

“You should,” Obi-Wan gasps without thinking. 

Anakin draws back to meet Obi-Wan’s gaze. His eyes are a storm of desire, their familiar blue blown nearly black. “Do you mean it?”

The alpha arousal in the air is making it hard to think. Obi-Wan nods. “You did say you were tired of behaving,” he murmurs. “So perhaps we could both stand to”—a ragged inhale as Anakin rocks their hips together—“misbehave.”

[incorrectskywalkers]

more disaster lineage cal au incorrect quotes because i really want to write a fic about this but writer's block be damned so i'm doing this instead

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Anakin: I lost Cal. Obi-Wan: How did you LOSE Cal?! Anakin: To be fair, he is very small.

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Obi-Wan, watching Cal do something stupid: Anakin, you're officially only the second highest risk here. Anakin: Hell yeah! I'm gonna— Obi-Wan: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Obi-Wan: Cal, please get that hideous thing out of the living room, would you? Cal, to Anakin: Obi-Wan wants you to get out of the house.

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Anakin, to Cal: Okay, I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Cal: Twelve, actually. Anakin: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Cal: Yours. Anakin: That's right, no one's. Also don't tell Obi-Wan about this.

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Anakin: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Obi-Wan: Cal and Ahsoka were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Cal: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective? Ahsoka: *crouches down* Obi-Wan: *kneels down* Anakin: *sits on the floor* Cal: Cal: I hate all of you.

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Anakin, driving and singing to the Little Einsteins theme song: We’re going on a trip- Cal: In our favorite piece of shit! Ahsoka: Doing 95! Obi-Wan: We’re going to kriffing die!

[obikin-obsessor]

Not Obikin but I will be ranting about these force forsaken books

I just finished book three of Jedi Apprentice and um...I think I genuinely dislike Qui-Gon right now? First of all in the past two books he has denied Obi-Wan becoming his padawan despite the fact that he even STATES that normally a force bond only happens between two close friends or a MASTER AND PADAWAN PAIR. Despite the fact that Obi-Wan wasn't his padawan at this point and Mr. "Follows the will of the Force" Doesn't think to question this??? To ask himself about if the Force itself wants them together? No, he's busy sulking in his own years old sadness of his past padawan turning to the darkside. My boy Obi does everything he can to TRY and be useful to Qui-Gon, to show that he would make a good padawan yet every single time, Qui-Gon brushes his efforts aside until we're made to believe Obi-Wan has moved past this, he doesn't btw. He gets brought to the agri corp, finds something he thinks Qui-Gon should know about, gets brushed off again, even though we find out later that the boxes and crates in the agri corp don't belong to them THEY BELONG TO QUI-GON'S EVIL EX PADAWAN. He then gets kidnapped and has a SLAVE COLLAR put on him, where if he gets outside of a certain radius HE WILL EXPLODE. He tries to be useful and find a way out despite this and gets captured and THROWN OFF OF A BUILDING TO DROWN TO DEATH. And it's stated that he has accepted the fact he will die, even though he is only like twelve, bordering thirteen at this point. He gets saved though, not by Qui-Gon, by some other person who ratted him out in the first place. Sure Qui-Gon then arrives and deactivates the collar but poor Obi has suicide on the brain clearly because after the big confrontation they're left in a place that will explode and kill them and everyone else so what does Obi do? He's like "Hey I can reactivate my collar and it'll go off and bring the door down! Then you'll be able to save everyone!" Like damn, he is thirteen and is already completely willing to just die if it means saving everyone else, no sense of self preservation there. It's only after all of that when Qui-Gon asks him to be his padawan and Obi agrees, should be happy sailing from here right? NOPE! (Book 5 has a whole ao3 tag for God's sake and it's hard NOT to know what's gonna happen there) When someone turns thirteen or their species equivalent and is officially someone's padawan. Their Master gives them a gift, one that usually Master's put a lot of thought and care into picking out the perfect thing to give them, and mind you Jedi aren't usually allowed personal possessions yet this is an exception. Some padawans get cloaks to keep them warm, or something to heal them should they be injured. Obi? He gets a rock. A FREAKING ROCK. And he's SO disappointed and I can't even blame him, for all he or maybe even Qui-Gon knows, it's just a normal ass rock.

Said rock ends up being force sensitive and saving him from having his memories taken away but he didn't know that and Qui-Gon sure as hell didn't tell him, even remarks at the end that he thought it was just a normal rock and Obi can't tell if he's being serious or not. Would it kill Qui-Gon to be a bit more open and honest with Obi? Because we know from his POV he does actually care about him to a degree, worrying over him and even mourning his loss when he thinks Obi's memories are gone) But does he tell Obi? NO! And I loathe it so much because I didn't really mention it here but Obi also has REALLY bad anxiety, he's never calm it seems like and again, he has suicidal ideation in the beginning and I don't know if that's fully gone yet. Thank you for hearing me rant, I will probably continue doing so the more of these books I read, thank you Jude Watson.

[thegreymarveljedi]

You’ve Got a Nice Ass

(Obi-wan x Reader)

This is a funny little story I found in my drafts from another fandom and thought, why the hell not. Obi-wan is hot and I like him so sue me (please don’t I’m broke).

This is something just really fun and kinda flirty so I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: playful teasing, clones being funny, a little bit of hurt/comfort, reader is slightly insecure, obi-wan being a teddy bear, love confessions, friends to lovers, ass slapping (very mild), fluffff

Words: 3.5K

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I was sitting in the mess hall of the Resolute with my tray of food, a book in hand while soldiers came in and out of the mess. Most were sat at tables talking and joking with one another as they always did which always put a smile on my face. Obi-wan, Anakin, Rex, Cody and Ahsoka were sat with me at a table speaking amongst themselves before a certain conversation seemed to catch all our attention.

"I'm saying master Yoda could totally kick general Windu’s ass in a fight!" Waxer argued, his voice carrying from where he sat at the table next to us.

"Are you kidding? General Windu would woup Master Yoda’s ass," Boil defended, argued back, a few of the 212th and 501st boys taking sides and placing bets on who they think would win.

“I’m with Waxer, my credits are on Master Yoda.”

“Well then you’re wrong Vod cause I think General Windu would win.”

“How am I wrong when that’s your opinion Hardacse?”

“Because Boil is right and therefore that makes me right too cause I agree with him.”

“That’s not how that works you di’kut!”

"Alright men. I think this argument as well as this bet have gone a little too far already,” Obi-wan chimed in over the sounds of the boys yapping at each other. He was so calm and level head but still kept a smile on his face which made me swoon slightly. He carried such a power with him and that made even most compose of people squirm. I loved it when Obi-wan was like this. He was serious like a warrior at times but at others he was a cute, cuddly and fluffy teddy bear that you just wanted to squeeze.

At the sound of their general’s the boys immediately quieted down, looking to Obi-was with a sincerity apology as they went back to eating their food and conversing about a different topic.

I had liked Obi-wan for a long time now, being Anakin’s older sister, I went with him when Master Qui-gon found Anakin. I had stuck by my brother as well as Obi-wan when the council had refused to train us. I was there when master Yoda changed his mind and I was there when Anakin and I were officially made padawans.

I’ve stuck by them both since the beginning, helping Obi-wan to understand how to teach Anakin and well as how to navigate things with two of us. I tried my best to make his life easy and I like to think that it has worked well. Ever since becoming a knight around the age of 24, I’ve always hoped that Obi-wan would see me in a different light, even if I used to be his student. I’ve been by his side through everything and I would always admire from afar because deep down, I knew I would never have a chance with someone as amazing as him. He followed the code to a T and would break it especially for someone like me.

"Yes sir, sorry general," Boil said apologetically, turning back to his tray of food as snickers could be heard around them.

"Let's just say that they could both kick some major butt,” Waxer said and his brother smiled at him as they gave a highfive, a few of the other boys asking for their credits back now that the bets were off.

However, Waxer and Boil refused, saying that those credits were bet fair and square in a legitimate bet. There were more groans of protest and more arguing before food was thrown in Boils face, the 212th trooper looking shocked as all eyes turned to Fives.

“Oh god, here we go,” Rex said as he face palmed, glaring daggers at Fives who had a triumphant look on his face before it was wiped away as he was tackled to the ground.

"Well-" Obi-wan said as he stood up from the table and stretched, his muscles flexing and making my mouth water from behind my book, "-I'm gonna go the training room for a bit." I watched him walk toward the door and out, turning down the left hallway towards the training rooms, my eyes following until the door closed behind him.

“Fives! Enough, you di’kut!”

“Give me back my money!”

“It was better fair and square!”

“Was not! General Kenobi called the bet therefore it is void.”

“You just don’t want to loose.”

“Enough!”

I let out a sigh and slumped into my seat, my book falling from my hand as I silently watched Rex and Cody break up the brawl that was currently happening.

"You ok (Y/N/N)?" Anakin asked as he and Ahsoka finished snickering at the clones and their fighting.

"Ya just.....thinking," I said and tilted my head back, staring at the ceiling. My mind was swirling with thoughts that I shouldn’t be thinking, feelings that were against the Jedi code. I sighed again as I leaned my head down and rested it against the table, my try of food long finished and pushed to the side.

"About Obi-wan?" Anakin sing-songed. He was the only one who knew about my crush on Obi-wan besides Padme because she was my other best friend and sister-in-law. I could never hide anything from her.

"W-what!? N-no!" I said defensively.

"Ok then suit yourself," he said and continued to watch Cody and Rex scold their men as if they were children.

Ahsoka turned to me with a small smile and took my hand, knowing that Anakin could be a little too teasing when it came to certain things. She was a good fit as his padawan, keeping him in line and grounded when Padme or I couldn’t.

“I’ve heard master Kenobi say things about you too you know,” she said and winked, peeking over as Rex escorted, Fives, Jesse and Hardcase out the door, Cody doing the same with Waxer, Boil and Longshot.

“Like what?” I said wearily but curiously, my emotions getting the best of me. I wanted to know because deep down I thought that maybe, just maybe, I had a shot.

“I’ve heard him talk about how determined you are and how kind you are. I’ve heard him talk about how much he admires your courage and bravery,” Ahsoka sat and wiggled her eyes, her markings moving with her eyes.

“I’ve heard things too you know,” Anakin chimed in, his full attention now back on the conversation that Ahsoka and I were having. I blushed and hid my face behind my hand, this kind of topic not one I was used to talking about in such an open space where anyone could be listening.

That was the moment that Rex and Cody came back to the mess hall, coming to sit back down at our table.

“What have you heard?” I said quizzically, trying my hardest not to show my emotions on my face, but Anakin could read me like book.

“That he liked you baaackk,” Anakin said in a singsong voice again. I reached over and smacked him somewhat playfully, it wanting him to say it out loud.

“Oh are we talking about General Kenobi’s giant crush on you?” Cody said and smirked at me, going back to eating his food as if he hadn’t just said something that big. My face went redder than the Tatooine suns at night, my body wanting nothing more than to sink down under the table and disappear.

“Yes we are,” Anakin said triumphantly, looking at me with a shit eating grin.

“Oh it’s bad. He talk as about you all the time general. Even when he thinks no one is around, he talks about how amazing you are and I can hear him scolding himself about having those thoughts. And then the next second he talking to me about how he can’t help it,” Cody spilled, seemingly feeling no shame for airing Obi-wan’s feelings.

"Really?" I asked dumbfounded, looking between Anakin, Ahsoka, Cody and even Rex who was nodding his head along with Cody.

"Yes really. You should go talk to him and tell him how you feel. I promise you he feels the same,” Cody said with a smirk, one that made me question if they were bullshitting me. I took a moment to process all that they had said, looking at the faces around the table. Ahsoka was the one to do it for me, he smile genuine and eyes shining with nothing but truth.

I smiled at her and thanked the group, standing up and taking my tray to the cleaning station before making my way out of the mess, my mission? Tell Obi-wan how I feel.

~Time Skip~

I made my way to the training room, thinking of how I could tell Obi-wan my feelings without making things awkward. I was still weary of everything the others had said, especially Cody. I wanted to believe them but what if they were secretly wrong? What if he was still in love with Satine or if he was sticking by code and willing to report me to the Jedi high council for having such feelings.

My heart sank as I thought about it, uncertainty swimming in my heart as I played the different scenarios over and over again in my head. I stopped in my tracks as I reached the training room, my resolve crumbling and my heart beginning to break.

What if he doesn’t love me the way I love him? What if this is all a joke and I’m being made a fool of?

My mind began to race a million miles a minute, so many things happening internally that I also chickened out. It took me a few moment to calm my mind, making it up just to get it over with and if Obi-wan didn’t feel the same, I would find a way to live that. I would find a way to be okay.

When I got to the sliding doors of the training room, I found them already open, the locking mechanism initiated so that they stayed opened. Obi-wan was stood there, a blind fold over his eyes and his top layer of robes discarded, his under shirt and training pants all that he was wearing. Even through the undershirt, his back muscles were very defined and detailed, his body looking as if it had been sculpted with delicate hands.

His training pants left a little less to the imagination, the material tight against his body but stretchy enough that it moved with him. His legs were very muscular, years of training and hard labour giving him very powerful looking legs. But what what drew my attention most, as weird as it is to say, was his ass. The material of his training pants left little for me to imagine, the globes of his ass looking very defined and round, ass plump and bouncing ever so slightly as he moved around the training mat.

'He's got a nice butt.' I thought to myself, keeping my distance as I watched him train with his saber.

I saw Obi-wan’s head whip around, the blindfold being lifted as he stared at me wide eyed and that's when I realized I said it out loud. My eyes filled with horror at the realization, my body rapidly filling with fear.

"W-what?" He asked bewildered, looking at me with slight embarrassment as he pulled the blindfold completely off his head.

I stood as straight as a board and turned right around, practically running out of the room while trying to control the blush on my face and the growing nose bleed I had. I could hear Obi-wan calling out to me but I ran as fast as I could to my quarters on the other side of the ship. I could feel tears welling in my eyes at the sheer unbridled embarrassment I felt, knowing that I had fucked up my chances royally.

~Time Skip~

After making it back to my quarters and cleaning up my bloody nose, I fell onto my bed, letting my face hit my pillow. I screamed into my pillow letting out all my embarrassment and emotions. Tears welled in my eyes again as I thought about just how much I had fucked up. The ridiculous idea to tell the man I love that I had a crush on him was just that, a ridiculous idea. Like a terribly made fairy tale where the girl doesn’t live happily ever after.

I sighed and flipped over onto my back, holding my pillow and string at the ceiling. I did my best to wipe my tears but more and more kept coming, my heart breaking with every passing moment.

"What was I thinking? Of course he doesn't like me like that. How fucking cliche to think he could see me as more than a colleague. How stupid to think they were telling the truth," I mumbled to myself, my palms digging into my eyes as I muttered to myself about how stupid I was.

"I don’t think that’s the kind of language you should be using when speaking about yourself my darling," I heard and bolted up, throwing my pillow full force towards the source voice. I heard a chuckle and looked up towards the door to see Obi-wan standing there, freshly showered and wearing actual clothes, my pillow hanging in midair.

"H-How long...." I got managed to get out before Obi-wan stepped fully into my room, placing the pillow gently on the end of my bed as the door slid closed. I moved myself backward to the head of my bed, wanting to put as much distance between myself and Obi-wan as I could.

"Long enough to hear you call yourself cliche and other words that I don’t think are representative of you in the slightest," He said, sitting on the edge of my bed. Ge picked up the pillow and used the force to slowly bring it back over to me, as if knowing I was terrified for this encounter. I took the pillow in my hands and rested it on my knees, bringing my knees up to me chest and burying my face in the pillow again.

"(Y/N), look at me," he said, moving closer and placing a hand on my knee. I turned just enough out of my pillow so he could see my left eye, bloodshot and tears still seeming to gather in my waterline.

"I'm not mad darling. And I don't think any less or different of you if that's what you're thinking," Obi-wan said and I turned my head a bit more to see his face better. He gave me one of his award winning smiles and I gave him a small smile back, still feeling the lingering embarrassment.

Obi-wan moved even closer to me, slowly and gently pulling the pillow from my arms. He placed it down next to me at the head of the bed before gently taking my hands in his. My eyes were still downcast, refusing to fully meet Obi-wan’s gaze even as he tried to look into my eyes.

“Darling look at me, please?” He said and lifted his fingers to tilt my chin up. I did so willingly, letting him use his thumb and pointer finger to lift my chin up. I looked into his eyes, trying to find any hint of discomfort or disappointment but there was nothing but understanding and what seemed to be…adoration?

He looked me in the eye before his eyes flickered to my lips, the movement quick but noticeable. I gulped down what air I could, my hands shaking with anxiety. He said nothing for another few moments, just looking at me with an adorable smile and keeping my head up and eyes on him.

“You’re very beautiful you know that right?” He spoke softly and I blinked, not expecting such praise to leave his lips. I blushed and tried to time my head away but Obi-wan kept a firm grip on my chin, his hold still gentle.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you’re beautiful.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“But-“

“Say it,” he said, moving his hand from my chin to my cheek, hold it there and stroking his thumb along my cheekbone. My eyes remained glued to him, still not believing what he was saying to me or what he was asking me to do.

“(Y/N) say it.”

“I-I’m be-beautiful,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I spoke those words. I knew deep down that I was attractive, but speaking those words especially in front of Obi-wan after such an embarrassing moment felt wrong.

“Say it again.”

“I-I’m beautiful,” I spoke again, this time my voice a little louder but still slightly shaky.

“You’re extremely beautiful. You know I would never lie to you,” Obi-wan spoke again, his tone teasing only slightly. That got a laugh out me as I smiled, nuzzling into his hand and bringing mine up to hold his on my cheek. He smiled and leaned in to me slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to. Instead, I leaned as well, matching his intentions as he kissed me softly and with so much love I could've melted.

My eyes closed and I leaned more into it, starting to feel more comfortable with what was happening. I smiled into the kiss before breaking away, making a bold move and wrapping my arms around Obi-wan’s neck. He laughed a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me to him. The position was a little awkward for us but at that moment I didn’t really care, just content to be in his arms finally.

Obi-wan smiled and pulled me into his lap, winking at me before kissing my nose. I giggled and returned the kiss before burying my face in his neck again, just breathing in his natural scent of birch wood and earl grey tea. He did the same, cradling my head to his neck and rubbing his other hand up and down my back.

"I love you (Y/N). I have admired your determination and courage since I met you. Your loyalty to your brother and how eager you were to learn,” Obi-wan confessed, pulling away from our embrace ever so slightly and held my hips, gently massaging circles into them.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, smiling as he chased my lips when I pulled away, “I love you too Obi. You’ve always been there for me through everything, even when you didn’t have to be," I said shyly. He lifted his hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, holding my cheek again once he did so.

“I will always be there for you my Dear, even if the council doesn’t approve. I will fight for you, for us,” he said lovingly and I smiled, tackling him to the bed and giving him a big hug. He laughed and held me as we almost rolled off the bed, moving to adjust us so we were lying down properly against the pillows.

We smiled at one another before he sat us up, helping me stand up and holding my hand as we walked to the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we made our way out into one of the halls of the Resolute.

"Well, now that you and I are an item, I must at least treat you to a miniature adventure before we can go on a real date,” He said and sent me a wink. I blushed and laughed before letting go of his hand and stopping.

He turned back to me with a look of confusion on his face before I laughed and ran up to him, giving his ass a good slap before I tried to run away. He yelped in surprise at the contact, reaching out and grabbing my waist before I could get away.

I laughed again as he spun me around, only stopping when we both began to get dizzy. I smiled as he turned me in his arms to face him, leaning down to place a soft kiss to my lips again. I smiled again and leaned into him, allowing our lips to move together in sync. When we pulled away, I gave his ass another little pat, smirking as he rolled his eyes at me.

"That is a nice ass," I said. He looked at me and smirked before rolling his eyes again and throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

We both laughed as he carried me through the halls of the ship, doing our best to avoid people with me still over his shoulder. I wasn't complaining though,

I had the perfect view of that gorgeous ass.

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I do think Obi-wan has a great ass, change my mind.

[wistfulnightingale]

"Somewhat Heroes" (or, Why Our Ineffables have been a Couple Since the Bus Stop, Part 1)

Mini-Meta Musing #5

Our Dear Ineffables have always been heroes to us. The Almost-Apocalypse in Season 1 pushed Aziraphale and Crowley farther than anything they'd ever encountered before. Each went through a crisis, a loss, and an individual journey during the final days of those events. It's the Classic Heroes Journey, right? Surprisingly, their stories don't reflect the 12 Classic Heroes Journey Moments. Or even the top 7. On purpose? Yep.

Although they made heroic choices at the airport, they were supporting-characters in that climax. It was the Them who stopped the Four Horsemen, Anathema and Newt who prevented nuclear war, and Adam who altered reality and saved the world. Azi and Crowley were "Somewhat Heroes." Kinda ordinary. Almost like Humans Incarnate -- just getting through by doing the best they can.

Nonetheless, Crowley and Aziraphale each came out of it all a changed Being, ready for a New Life. Ready to choose each other.

At the end of a Heroes Journey, the Hero has earned a Reward. For Our Ineffables, their reward was to finally be together, safely, without fear. There was nothing either of them truly wanted more than the chance to be "Us", enjoying the world they both love.

They held hands on the bus because they wanted to. 💕 The Ineffable Commitment began that evening. They were together as a couple from that moment on. The next day, the nightingale sang for them.

Crowley subtly offers his hand, bringing it down from the rail. He can feel the change. Aziraphale takes his hand, holds it. Finally. It was a moment of Truth for the angel. The significance of that gesture of affection was something he'd been carefully avoiding for a very long time.

We can see in the gif that Azi is looking straight ahead as he reaches for Crowley's hand. This moment matters deeply to him. He's crossing a threshold of commitment to this relationship, and it took a great deal of courage, and a great deal of love.

But neither of them could have fully reached this point without going through the Transformative Journey of a "Somewhat Hero."

When Aziraphale and Crowley argued at the bandstand in S1 E3, Aziraphale was still trusting in God's Plan. It was Inconceivable that he would Ever consider killing the child-Antichrist -- he would rather jeopardize their friendship with emotional protests and hurtful words.

When a frightened Crowley later finds him, apologizes, and proposes running away, Azi isn't angry any longer... "Our side" isn't really over... He doesn't reject Crowley. He's simply completely determined in his faith that God will fix everthing. There's even a moment where he seems to (very!) briefly imagine running away to Alpha Centauri.

Oh, he's not seriously considering leaving. Certainly not now -- the world needs saving, if he can just find the right person to fix it all.

For the Somewhat-Heroes Journey of our Ineffable duo, it's noteworthy that, unlike the Classic Hero Journey, there is no Yoda or Obi-wan, no Gandalph or Professor X to guide them. There is no "Meeting the Mentor". They are on their own, with no one but each other to rely on. It's been that way since... well, since The Beginning, when they weren't even quite sure that they'd made choices "their sides" would approve of.

After this brief meeting, they part, and each "Crosses the Threshold", continuing the Journey alone. Azi heartbreakingly learns that his shoud-be mentors/authorities are only uncaring bullies. Crowley must steel himself to face what he believes he fears most -- punishers from Hell. He survives, he wins! "Tests, Allies, & Enemies". They've never had any allies but each other, but right now, they don't even have that.

The next step for Classic Heroes is the "Approach to the Inmost Cave", the inner preparation for the difficult ordeal. I don't see it for our Dear Somewhat Heroes. Maybe I'm missing something... But it seems to me that what makes them different from Classic Heroes is that they're US, they're just very human and doing their best to cope with the dramatic circumstances they keep finding themselves in.

Even when they decided to thwart the Apocalypse 11 years ago, they planned to do it quietly, subversively, no heroic gestures and with what they hoped was minimal risk. Now, with a young Antichrist coming into power with a Hell Hound at his side, Aziraphale and Crowley are just making it up as they go, doing their best and trying to survive, like any of us might.

Ah, but next is "The Ordeal". The Ordeal is when the Hero faces their most deadly enemy, or their deepest fear. They must experience a metaphorical "death and resurrection" to be transformed -- everything they hold dear is on the line. Aziraphale and Crowley each face this, two diverging paths that tear them apart and bring them back together.

The burning bookshop is Crowley's "Inmost Cave", his darkest ordeal. Until now, Crowley's fears of the tortures of Hell limited him. I don't think he fully realized until this moment that the greatest fear of his existance was actually losing Aziraphale forever.

Everything that actually matters to Crowley is destroyed, and the empty space to his right holds nothing but flames. He is broken, and drunkenly waits for The End, lost in painful memories, a metaphorical death of Self.

As everyone but our angel expected, Heaven fails Aziraphale. In his "Ordeal", he is discorporated, pulled into Heaven to prepare for war. the encounter with the Metatron was his "Inmost Cave". What Azi thought was his greatest fear, what he had avoided fully facing for millennia, turns out to be true. Heaven isn't actually Good, it can neither be trusted nor relied on. His corporation has literally "died" in the accidental chain of events from this encounter. Everything he holds dear is now on the line -- the world, its people, and most of all, Crowley. The empty space to his left holds nothing but the glaring emptiness of Heaven. This simply won't do!

Aziraphale "Seizes the Sword" first. For the first time ever, he faces a higher authority, looks them straight in the eye, and defies them. No more fawning, no stammering. He's done with trying to fit in and "act like an angel". Azi is stronger now, TRANSFORMING. He's going Home, and if that means possessing someone in a very non-angelic rather-demonic way, that's perfectly fine. He knows a very nice demon who will understand perfectly!

Crowley, alone in the bar, has no idea there is still Hope. He's lost everything. Aziraphale's return reignites him -- now our beloved demon will do and can do Anything to reunite with Aziraphale. His Angel is his "Reward", and Crowley faces down Hastur fearlessly, in total control of an inane situation. With sheer will and imagination, he drives through unsurvivable hellfire, and holds the Bentley together, determined to reach the Being he LOVES. HE IS TRANSFORMED.

Why do our own hearts flutter as we watch this scene? We recognize a Romantic Hero. Crowley has a new level of confident swagger, an extra swing in his hips. He will win his Beloved, and we have the backlit romantic silhouettes of classic cinema to prove it. The deep gentleness when he leans in and murmurs, "Leave it to me" always makes my heartbeat jump just a little more...!

The car explodes, reality returns, Crowley can't "fix" everything... But Azi again doesn't act like an angel -- it's up to him to deal with the soldier. When they encounter the child Antichrist, Aziraphale is ready to shoot if he must. He was broken and reborn, he no longer trusts Heaven and their rules. Instead, He Trusts Crowley. What was a horrific thought to him when they fought at the bandstand is now his free choice. He fires the weapon to kill the enemy and save everything he loves. Thankfully, Mdm. Tracy prevents him. Other unlikely heroes have also been led to the same place, and each contributes to averting the Apolcalypse.

For Aziraphale, there is one more step to be made to fully complete his Journey to Transformation. He still trusts God, despite everything he's experienced. When Crowley reaches out to his Angel, oh so gently and tenderly, at the bus stop, Aziraphale lights up, but isn't quite able to make that final commitment-- yet.

Lesley, the International Delivery Man, arrives. He takes away the symbols of the horsemen, as well as Aziraphale's sword. Remember, Aziraphale bravely raised that flaming sword against Satan himself. It's committing to Crowley that's the greater challenge. Lesley speaks lovingly of his wife. He leaves. As the bus approaches, Aziraphale thinks of love, and again ponders what Crowley first said:

"Angel, what if the Almighty planned it like this, all along? From the very Beginning?"

This is the final moment of Transformation for Aziraphale. Our Angel realizes that he can trust them both, God and Crowley. He doesn't have to choose. He doesn't have to surrender the core of who he is, an angel who loves and trusts both God and Crowley.

He commits, and accepts the Hero's Reward. He takes Crowley's hand. It's a Promise. It's a Vow. It's the Reward both of our Somewhat Heroes wanted most, the only thing that mattered to them, besides Azi's faith in God. Loving and being Loved by each other...

I would have loved to see a flashback scene of those quiet years in between. The years we as fans imagine and write and draw and share and reblog, the cocoa, the cuddles... Solidifying and building on the bond of six millenia, now fulfilled.

But I have no doubt what we were seeing in the beginning of Season 2. Stick around, if you'd like. This is only the start of more posts that might just convince you...

[padawansuggest]

Anyways. I just think that Anakin on Mortis, when he’s given knowledge of the future, should have been allowed to escape.

Because. He would have gone straight to Palpatine to nerf his ass before telling Obi-Wan exactly everything that could have happened and how all he had to do was end Palpatine and they can fix the rest of the corruption from the inside, and you know what? Obi would be like ‘lmao yeah sometimes visions do that to a person’ and Yoda is all ‘put all our stock into visions we shouldn’t… but right about Palpatine being a Sith, this one was’ and he’s so annoyed about agreeing with the problem child but accepts it.

But you know what would get me the most? Is that Anakin would be up to speed with Force Ghost Anakin’s level of knowledge. He’d understand way more with 20 years of extra experience (and also immediately demand to be allowed to track down Tag and Bink so he can adopt them lmao) and all the confidence of that older Anakin, who knows exactly what power he has, and the surety to accept that even at 40k midichlorians (as Lukas implied was his ultimate number and his 28k was a suppressed number) and able to pull full ass starships from the sky, Obi-Wan can still kick his ass to high hell, even without the high ground, AND loves him so much that even if he did the worst thing ever, Obi-Wan still couldn’t kill him.

Anyways. I think that foreknowledge could have saved Anakin, and they should have let him escape Mortis cause I think Ani would have gone for Palpatine’s throat. I’ve actually mentioned this idea before but before I thought Anakin would have a breakdown afterwards, with this new info about his character tho; I think he would have gained a confidence that could get him through freaking anything and sorta gone quiet because he’s still not sure what to do. So obviously he’s gonna call up force ghost Qui-Gon and demand him and Obi-Wan talk to him about the future he saw. Obi-Wan is pointing at Qui-Gon the whole time screaming that he KNEW visions would help one day he fucking KNEW it and Qui-Gon has his head in his hands for eternal sighing.

And then Anakin picks up his smol girl Soka and carries her off for naptime because they are fucking tired and just killed three gods.