#I agree with Yoda boy

[ellie-eames]

My boyfriend just picked up my copy of Paradise Lost and produced the finest criticism anyone could imagine:

“It looks like Yoda wrote it but he could do better.”

[ultralightpoe]

Slim Pickens - Tyler Owens

Authors Note: Not me writing this smut on election day..... anyways enjoy! Cause I have no clue what happened to me.

Word Count: 5080

Warnings: SMUT, stranger tryna get laid and Tyler not having it.

Requests: OPEN

Main Masterlist ~ ~ Halloween 2024 Event

[Thank you for the gif @chrishemsworthsbitch ]

Enjoy!

“Guess I'll end this life alone

I am not dramatic

These are just the thoughts that pass right through me”

-

There was a simple saying that been passed down from generation to generation, and you knew it all too well. 

‘No use crying over spilt milk’. 

Your grandma used to say it whenever you had boy problems back in middle school and your mother took up the saying when you went on to middle school and in both of these stages in your life you hadn’t quite understood what they meant. 

Now, sitting cross legged on Tyler Owens hotel floor as he repeated those very words to you, you knew them all too well. And by the look of his smug smile in your direction as he got ready for the day you knew he knew his words struck a nerve. 

“Now don’t get cranky at me, sweetheart.” He warns, pointing at you as he kicks his boots closer to the bed so he can sit on the end of it to put them on. “I warned you he wouldn’t be worth it last night when you left.”

The ‘he’ in mention was some guy named Jake that you had matched with on Tinder last night, and who you had dumbly agreed to meet up with. It had been a long week of storm chasing and dealing with Tylers crappy music in the truck and you just wanted to relieve some pressure. 

“He quoted shakespeare.” You try to defend only for him to laugh at you. 

“You sleep with every guy that quotes shakespeare?”

“Guys who quote Shakespeare are hotter than guys who haven’t touched a book in their life!” You snap back. “And-”

“It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” He interrupts, shoving his feet into the boots with a small look in your direction. But you were too focused on staring at the floor from exhaustion. 

“Mkay Yoda.” You sigh and his hands fly up in the air from lack of belief. 

“Seriously?”

“And I mean he was hot.” You continue, falling back to lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling as he finishes with the boots and moves to get his bag together. “Honestly he kind of reminded me of you. But then he had to talk. And he just kept ruining it.”

“How so?”

“He was all ‘You ever seen a jet, Sugar’? And can’t forget ‘There is almost nothing better than the high feeling of flying through the air….almost.’ And it was-” You finish off the sentence with a loud groan as you slap your forehead making him laugh. 

“Did he not know what you do for a living?”

“Oh, you mean chase storms and kill them? No. Why would he? That would involve him asking me a question.” You seethe before Tyler comes into view, standing over you with that smug smile you hated and loved so much. 

“Alright, come on Sugar. It’s time to go.”

“Tyler, I’m gonna die alone.” You groan, closing your eyes before covering your face. He is having none of it though, reaching down to grab at your forearms, hauling you up with an ease that makes your skin flush. His hands are warm on your skin and the way his thumbs circle your flesh has images of your nasty daydreams flashing through your mind. 

“Enough of that mopin’. We got storms to chase and I ain’t got time to tell you that you’re never gonna die alone.” 

“Cause you don’t believe it?”

“No, cause the chances of us dyin’ in a tornado together are far more likely.” He laughs, deep and throaty as he leans down to scoop you up by the waist, taking a second to slap at your back thigh before exiting the hotel. “Cate will also kill us if we’re late again.”

-

“All the douchebags in my phone

Play 'em like a slot machine

If they're winnin', I'm just losin'”

-

“Not to be that guy…” Tyler starts, his voice already filled with annoyance. “But is now the time to be checking your phone?”

His hands were tight on the wheel as the truck raced through the fields, efficiently tracking down the storm that had caught Cate’s eye. And while you normally took the passenger seat next to Tyler after fighting with Boone for it so that Cate could take her own ford with Javi, today she had taken the seat and you were in the back with Boone who was just as upset by losing his special spot next to Tyler. 

It had been a rough day, between realizing one of the cars were completely broken down in the hotel parking lot and Boone nearly breaking his pinkie while trying to fix it. Let’s just say the hood of the truck came down a little too fast. Not only that but you had gotten stuck in the bathroom of your room until Tyler had to come save you in your towel, treating you like you were plague victim number one ever since. 

But the best part of the day so far? The introduction to Scott loservains new team, conning poor victims one at a time. 

“Hey man, I’m tracking our filming.” Boone argues, already offended.

“I’m making sure Javi has the same stats as us.” Cate argues. 

“Not talking to either of you. I’m talking to little miss lovestruck in the back.” 

“Hey!” You snap, immediately closing your phone. “Mind your business Tyler.”

“You’re in my truck. My truck is my business and everyone in the truck is my business.” He snaps back, shrugging his shoulders. “And besides, the more you let those fools win the more you lose.”

“How do you even know I was texting a guy?” 

“Because Sugar, I know you.” He snaps, casting you a quick look from his spot at the wheel before turning back to the road. 

“I think if you focused less on me then you would be able to drive better.” 

“I think if you focused less on the boys in your phone you wouldn’t be bitchin’ and moanin’ at me all the time!” He snaps back making you gasp as Cate and Boone switch their attention back and forth between you both. 

“Should we be worried?” Cate blurts, landing her gaze on you with her eyebrows pinched together in worry. 

“Not unless Tyler can’t learn to mind his own damn business!” 

“I’ll mind my business when you stop makin’ it my business!” 

“FINE!”

“FINE!”

-

“A boy who's jacked and kind

Can't find his ass to save my life”

-

The bar that sat 3 blocks away from the current hotel the team was staying at could only be described as a dingy cowboy bar, and considering you were mad at a certain cowboy this was the perfect place.�� Surrounded by dozens of cowboy hats, none of them belonging to ‘Mr. Can’t Mind His Own Business’. 

He currently stood at the other end of the bar, closer to the live band as the dance floor began to fill with line dancers. Even that far away he was still being a pain in your ass with the way he glared across the floor every time you looked over. 

“You two don’t fight a lot. This is weird for you.” Cate chuckles, spinning her bottle of beer on the counter sat in front of you both, hearing the glass ring on the wood of the counter. “It sends the entire vibe of the group off.”

“It’s his fault.” You huff, scratching at the label of your own bottle as you avoided looking in his direction again. “I honestly don’t know where his freakout came from.”

“You don’t?” 

“No!” You huff, slapping your hands on the counter. “We were fine yesterday, I told him about that date with the aviator-”

“Oh that Jake guy. He was kind of cute.”

“Thank you. Anyways-” You take a quick inhale of air before looking at her. “We were fine and then today he was fine when he came to help me out of the bathroom but the second the door to the bathroom opened he got pissy.”

“Do you know why?”

“No, I assumed he had been getting hounded by everyone all day. He must have been stressed.” 

“Hmm.” She hums out, taking a look around the bar as you sit and mope. “I’m sure you both will get over it soon enough.”

“Slim chance. I am gonna ignore him forever now.”  It’s obviously just you being over dramatic but you were angry and embarrassed that he would call you out like that in front of the group. “Besides, if he didn’t want me talking to him about all that boy stuff he should have just told me. I don't know where his boundaries lie unless he sets them.”

“Damn, that’s deep.” She nods before tilting her head. “They should have put you on the shirt.”

“That’s what I said.” 

“And yet they-”

“Excuse me for interrupting ladies…” A new voice joins the group, making you both turn to the figure. A tall man with bruises along his jaw and a scratch right above his eyebrow. A black cowboy hat paired with a black shirt.  A fine specimen if you could say so. “I just saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life and I had to come say hello.”

“Well would you be pickin’ here?” Cate smiles. 

“There is no wrong answer.” You hum out, tilting your head like a cat assessing prey. 

“Then can I say both?” 

“Oh, look at that. Even with a map leading to the answer he still managed to mess it up.” You snipe, giving Cate a knowing look as you both grab at your bottles of beer and move to make your exit. 

“Wait wait.” He reaches a hand in front of you to try and stop you from passing. “Not a great start. I know that. So let me just start over, yeah?”

“Oh… I didn’t realize I did do overs.” 

“Then what can I do to be granted one?”

“Is there a problem here?” Leave it to Tyler Owens to enter this scene, giving his best glare as he inserts himself between you both with his back to you so he can glare down the cowboy.

“There is no problem here.” The cowboy smirks, and you are shocked to see just how brave he was. Then it clicks, the bruises and the hat. This was a bull rider. “You got a problem, bud?”

“Oh yeah I have-”

“LET’S DANCE!” You interrupt, sending a glare to Tyler before pulling the bullrider to the floor as Tyler rolls his eyes. 

Before you can make it too far his hand reaches out to grab your elbow with a knowing look, and even when he is mad he still holds your arm with a gentle ease and traces the skin with his thumb. “This isn’t a good idea.” 

“Well that’s interesting…. Cause it’s MY business!” You scoff, pushing his arm back and moving to the dance floor with the stranger. 

-

“Oh, it's slim pickings

If I can't have the one I love

I guess it's you that I'll be kissin'”

-

It was only fair, since there weren’t many options of men you would just lower your standards and have fun with this idiot for the night. 

He had two left feet, and was pressed against you the entire time but not in a hot way, more so a sweaty mess kinda way. And you would have abandoned him already but every time you looked for an escape you saw Tyler and his glare, there was too much at stake here. You could never admit Tyler was right. In YOUR business. 

So you ignored him and turned back to the stranger, just in time for this waste of space to press his lips to yours. It was awkward, the way your noses pressed together and how hard he smashed his lips to yours. There was no rhythm, no preparation or molding together. It was just his lips devouring your face as you tried to lean back. But the further you tried to get away the more he leaned with you. 

When he pulls back he keeps his hands on you with a sharp smile. “Wanna go back to your place?”

There wasn’t many options, and the one option you truly wanted would never happen let alone the fact that you were fighting with him so you would make do with what you had. “Sure, let’s go.”

-

“Just to get my fixings

Since the good ones are deceased or taken

I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'”

-

Telling Cate that you were heading out with him was easy, she made you promise to update her that you were okay, which was easy to do.  You managed to avoid any conversation about Tyler in his truck, which was hard because Mr. Bull Rider was dead set on asking about him. 

“What was that guy with white hats problem?” He asked, and you changed the conversation to the music he was playing. Then he tried the “You guys ever date or somethin’?” 

That one was harder to change since your throat got clogged up thinking of the answer. It’s not like you never wanted to date Tyler, in fact he was all you dreamed of. But it wasn’t meant to happen. Tyler wasn’t yours. 

So you simply started giving him directions to the motel like he hadn’t asked. And by the time you made it to the destination you had hoped that the conversation had passed as you unlocked the door. 

“This is it. Home sweet home….. For a little.” You smile, allowing him to look around while you take your shoes off. 

“So you live in a motel?” 

“When it’s tornado season, yes. We travel around but when he find a specific spot we try to stay.”

“You follow tornadoes?”

“Yes, and we chase them. And if there is destruction we try to help out the communities.” You explain, picking up the tornado shirt with Tylers face on it so you can show him then debate it at the last second you drop it down. “It’s fun.”

“I’ll bet.” He nods before allowing himself to sit on your bed. “We doing this?”

“Oh. Straight to the business.” You mumble, a little shocked as he begins unbuttoning the black top. 

“Sorry, did you want to talk or something?” 

“Well no- I just-” You couldn’t tell if you were thankful that the door opened in that second or absolutely furious as Tyler appeared with that fake innocent smile. 

“Hey Sugar,” He starts, letting himself in fully and shutting the door. “I just wanted to come make sure that bathroom door was all taken care of for ya’.” 

“Tyler, is now the time?”

“Oh, please. It’ll only take a minute.” He chuckles, walking past you both to get to the door. “Wouldn’t want you getting stuck in there again.”

“Tyler, what on eart-”

“Hey man, we were kinda in the middle of something here.” Stranger boy snaps out, scooting so he was right on the edge of the bed, his face pinched between confusion and anger. 

“Hey, safety first.” Tyler laughs, the sound fake and bitter as he leans down to check the hinges of the door while you just blink in shock. “Ah I see the problem here.”

“Tyler.” You hiss. 

“Just give me a moment.” He murmurs, working on the hinge of the door while you glare. “Just a minute……”

“Dude.” Stranger boy sighs and you are wound between shock, anger and embarrassment. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,.”

“There she is. Good as new.” Tyler smiles, standing to swing the door. “Look at that. Bet you’re glad I did it.”

“Tyler. Out.” You snap, moving forward to grab parts of his shirt to drag him out the door and slam it on him. “Now where were we?”

But it’s no use, since the door reopens with Tyler giving yet another innocent look. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I forgot my screwdriver here.” 

“Tyler, grab it and then leave. And leave the key.” The fact that you were even in this moment was so bizarre. 

“Actually, I think I’m gonna get going… but let me write my information for when you get rid of dumbass barbie over here.” Stranger cowboy mutter, grabbing the pad of paper from the desk and writing his stuff down before moving forward to attempt to kiss you but Tyler is there, patting him on the back aggressively with a slight shove. 

“Sorry to see you go bud.” He smiles, a tense and angry smile before throwing an arm around your shoulder. “But we’ll be fine here.”

And you watch the bullrider leave, the door shutting before you whirl on him. 

-

“Jesus, what's a girl to do?

This boy doesn't even know

The difference between "there," "their" and "they are".”

-

“I can murder you.” You seethe, shoving his arm off of you and taking a couple steps away from him. “Matter of fact, what’s stopping me from doing so?”

“I just figured you might want help with the door-”

“Enough with the bullshit Tyler Owens!” You yell, whirling on him with your hands on your hips and a heavy glare. “What on earth were you thinking? After your fit today and that scene I’m starting to think you have lost your damn mind!”

“Hang on now-”

“And what on earth-” You take a moment to snatch up the pillow from the motel bed to swing it at him. “WOULD MAKE YOU INTERUPT-”

“HE WAS TERRIBLE!”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER!” You yell. “Look around for a second Owens! There aren’t many options. The ones that are worth it are already taken, the one that I want would never go for me. I don’t have many options!”

“AND WHEN AM I GONNA BE AN OPTION?!” He yells out, grabbing your wrists before you can hit him with the pillow again. “When do I get the chance to prove myself?”

“Oh stop.” You snap, moving to walk away. “Don’t mess with me about this.”

“Why would I be messing with you? Is it so hard to believe that I want you?” He follows, making sure to keep a hand on you. “Time and time again you rant to me about these men, how they suck and you hate them. And I keep waiting for you to notice me, to give me a chance. Cate tells me that you might just be nervous, or that our time will come but Sugar I don’t think I can survive this much longer.”

“What do you mean?” Your tone is gentle and you’ve given up walking away, choosing to turn to him and allow him a chance to talk. Your heart was thumping through your chest and you were struggling to catch your breath. 

“Sweetheart, from the moment I met you I’ve been stuck. Comin’ in with all that attitude like you owned the world, which if you ask me you do, and you didn’t hesitate to put me in my place.” He continues, moving closer to set his hands on your hips. “And I just kept begging the winds to give me a chance. To give me a single shot with you.”

“Then why wouldn’t you say anything?”

“Why would you give me a chance?” He laughs, pulling you in. “But I need one now. I’m begging you for a chance here.”

And though no words are spoken you both know the answer, especially when you pull him in with your hands on the back of his neck to attach your lips to his. And unlike the kiss in the bar this one felt perfect. 

There was awkwardness. He tilted his head perfectly, pulling you chest to chest as his hat covers both your heads while his lips melt against yours. He takes his time learning the kiss, his hands rubbing up and down your back as you deepen the kiss some more. This is what was meant to be and you both knew it at that moment. 

There is no objection when you begin unbuttoning his flannel, one at a time, never breaking the kiss as you push it off his shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor before he reaches a hand up to throw the hat closer to the nightstand. He doesn’t waste time after he hears the thump of it landing to reach and lift his undershirt off, throwing it somewhere else as he makes eye contact. 

“Please tell me I ain’t dreamin’ right now.” He whispers out as you begin to undo your own shirt to slip off before leaning up. 

“I can’t tell.” You whisper back, leaning on your tiptoes to attach your lips once more, his arms wrapping around you to undo the back of your bra. 

Normally when a man removes the bra it is thrown away and he doesn’t focus too much on any of it, but Tyler? He kisses around your jaw as he undoes the buckle of it before his kisses move down your neck while he drags the bra down until he can drop it, allowing his hands to roam. The feel of his hands sends shivers throughout you and yet they keep you warm as you try to back him to the bed. 

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure.” You whisper back, undoing his belt as he kicks off his boots. “I want you.”

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words from you.” He grunts out, pulling you closer before falling back onto the bed and dragging you with him. 

-

“Yet he's naked in my room

Missin' all the things he's missin'

God knows that he isn't livin' large”

-

It doesn’t take long for you both to strip, slowly and gently, until you are both bare. He doesn’t waste time kissing you gently before guiding you up the bed until you’re leaning on the pillow you hadn’t dragged away, kissing along jaw as you sigh out in relief. 

He takes his time kissing down your neck, nipping a bit to pull out a breathy moan from your lips before moving further down to kiss and suck at your breasts. He grunts out at the way you wiggle, a breathy giggle passing your lips until a moan passes them the moment his tongue circles one of your nipples. The sound draws his eyes to yours and that sweet lovestruck look falls into one of ferocity, the heated light within them as your lower stomach tightening and your hands rushing to get some contact. 

Once your hands find purchase he abandons your breasts, leaving them cold to the air, as he makes his way further down. Every kiss is followed by a lick, every nip is given a bushel of kisses to make up for it. He works your body until he makes it to your thighs, spreading them open for him to view, sending a shiver across your body. 

“Tyler, please.” You gasp out, that tight feeling in your stomach begging for relief as your thighs beg to shut, but he is having none of it. Keeping them forced open so that he may give your inner thighs the same treatment he had given the rest of your body. 

He gives up his torture with a growl before diving straight in to lick right between your folds. He keeps his hands around your hips to keep you pinned to him when your back arches as you moan out loud. He devours you, licking and sucking over and over with grunts and growls to match your moans. 

He doesn’t relent until your moan hits near scream and your hands grip at the pillow, dragging it to your face to bite into as you reach your peak, entire body shuddering as you moan out. 

He continues until you come down, pulling away to give you the smuggest smile you had ever seen from him, your entire body ablaze as you sit up to reach for him. 

The other kisses were sweet and gentle, this one was two animals claiming each other. And he let you take charge, your speed and your lead. Tasting your own juices as you dragged him back down to lay over you. 

-

“A boy who's nice that breathes

I swear he's nowhere to be seen”

-

He’s quick to flip you both over so that he’s beneath you and you are on top, a wave of panic filling you. 

“Tyler….I’ve never-” You begin, hands landing on his chest as he gazes up at you with the softest eyes you have ever seen from him. 

“If you don’t want to then that’s fine, Sweetheart.” He mutters, reaching over to grab where his hat landed and bringing it to set on your head. “But you might just need a little confidence.” 

And he was right, with the way he was looking at you and the way the hat felt, suddenly you believed you could rule the world. So you lifted yourself a bit, keeping the gaze as you reached down to line yourself up to him, and with a loud moan you sunk yourself down. 

-

“It's slim pickings

If I can't have the one I love

I guess it's you that I'll be kissin'”

-

His grunts were easily replaced by moans as you sunk down, his hands digging into your hips, letting you take a moment to adjust before guiding your hips slowly. You tilt your hips with each guide, struggling to catch the proper rhythm and getting pleasure nonetheless. 

A moan escapes you as he guides you down at the same time he thrusts up and it’s like something clicks as you begin to find your own rhythm. Using your hands on his chest to keep yourself stable as you begin to speed up your movements. 

Tyler gives in, enjoying your new pace, thrusting up into every bounce. Grunting and growling as his nails dig into your hips and he closes his eyes to enjoy the pleasure while you lean down to nip at his chest which makes him groan. “Darlin’...”

And that makes something inside of you burn, a feral moan passing your lips as you speed up, nails digging into his chest before he sits up to kiss you, helping you bounce on his cock with ease. 

“Y-you’re…” He groans. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

His arms wrap around you, and he readjusts so that he was on his knees to thrust into you, pulling you down to meet him. The sound of skin slapping is alluring and your thighs clench to cage him in as you lose your breath and shut your eyes. 

“Tyler.” You whine, nails digging into his back as something in you begins coiling, tighter and tighter until he bites down between your neck and shoulder and it all falls in an instant. All you can see is white as you bite down on your own lip, holding him tight to you as the waves of pleasure subside. 

He continues to thrust before falling under the same spell that had you, keeping his forehead pressed into your collarbone as he spills his cum into you. 

You both fall into the cushion of the bed, shuddering as he pulls out before closing your eyes to catch your breath from that experience. And when he wraps his arms around you it’s far too easy to fall asleep from his warmth surrounding you like a blanket of it’s own.

-

“Just to get my fixings

Since the good ones are deceased or taken

I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'”

-

It’s the feeling of him moving that wakes you a couple hours later, when the bed dips as he stands, making you blink in the dark to see what he is doing. Apart of you panics that he might be leaving, and this was just going to be a one night stand until he pulls on his boxers and turns back to come lift you. 

“Why are we awake?” You croak, already feeling cranky at the fact that you had been woken up. 

“I figured you’d want to shower, and this is when I normally do.”

“You shower at 4am?” You scoff, clinging to him as he sets you down so your feet touch the cold bathroom floor. 

“Yeah. I figured out that no one else showers at this time-”

“Because it’s crazy.”

“Well since no one else showers at this time the water is always at its best pressure and warmth.” He explains, reaching in to turn it on. “Then I can get another hour or so of sleep.”

“Oddly genius.” You giggle, laughing when he shucks the boxers off as a pretend strip tease before hauling you into the shower with him. 

-

“Moanin' and bitchin'”

-

He takes his time washing your body, lathering the soap over your body with gentle hands as his eyes traced over you over and over again like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. 

He let you do the same, the only words spoken never went above a whisper so you didn’t break the bubble and shampooed eachother before shutting the water off and using the towel. 

When he swings the door open he makes sure to raise his eyebrows, a look of pride covering his face that makes you scoff. 

“You cannot be serious.”

“I wonder what hot scoundrel fixed that for you…”

“Hmmm. I wish I knew.” You tease, “I might have rewarded him.”

A small growl leaves his lips as he scoops you up and hauls you to the bed once more. 

-

“Since the good ones call their exes wasted

And since the Lord forgot my gay awakenin'

Then I'll just be here in the kitchen

Servin' up some moanin' and bitchin'”

-

You sit on the motel floor as Tyler works around you to get ready for the day, listening to you bitch and moan as he struggles to put his boots on. 

“I’m so sore.” You whine, falling flat on the floor to stare at the ceiling. “Yeah? At least you never have to worry about dying alone.”

“No,” You huff out a laugh. “Now I just have to worry about you killing me.” 

“Never.” He smiles, coming to haul you off the floor just to throw you over his shoulder and head for the door.

-

[Thank you for the gif @sabrinasgifs ]

[gffa]

I've been a little slow on getting out new STAR WARS fic recs out, but in my defense it's because I've been reading a bunch of longer fics lately. In the spirit of "there's a special feeling to those fics that consume you and make you stay up until 3am because you can't put them down", here's a list of some of the ones I've loved or am in the middle of reading and they are haunting my thoughts and I need to inflict that on everyone else. Whether you're looking at a long upcoming trip and need some good reading material or avoiding your feelings by sinking into fic or just because you like reading, I hope you'll find something here! Including a bonus underrunning theme of throwing in a bunch of Jedi-loving fic to continue my agenda of making Jedi-centric fandom a more fun place to be. 30k+ is the minimum and this isn't all of my favorites, but it's a great list of "I have a week off to kill and I want to be in a fic coma by the end of it".

STAR WARS FIC FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO KILL ABOUT TEN HOURS WORTH OF TIME AND WANT TO HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT FICTIONAL PSYCHIC SPACE WIZARDS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT:

✦ Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean, mace & ahsoka & plo & shaak & cast, 312.5k     In another universe, Jedi Masters Plo Koon and Depa Billaba decide a Padawan could do Mace some good. It takes a while, but he eventually agrees. When he takes Ahsoka Tano as his Padawan, Mace knows that he's broken through a Shatterpoint and changed the course of a life. How, he doesn't know. ✦ Reprise by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & mace & yoda & anakin & cast, time travel, 558.9k wip     Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. ✦ Take it from the top and try again by mauvera, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & padme & mace & shmi & dooku & cast, time travel, 112k wip     Five years into his self imposed exile on Tattooine, Obi-Wan Kenobi is gifted the chance to go back and bring hope back to the galaxy. With hindsight on his side, he fully intends to save his master, save his padawan, make some new and old friends again, prepare the Jedi for a war they’ll hopefully never see and begin to pull apart all the many tangled threads of the Sith Lord’s plans. Should be relatively easy. Right? ✦ Post Order 66 Exile AU by Livsy, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 46k     Alternatively: after a failed order 66, in which many Jedi still died but the Sith were defeated, an exiled warrior and a boy wander a distant planet and attempt to get along. ✦ Remedial Jedi Theology by MarbleGlove, obi-wan & anakin & jedi & cast, 51.3k     Let us consider the fact that the Jedi Order is a monastic religious organization based out of a temple, with five basic tenets of faith. ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & padme & yoda & palpatine & bail & dooku & mace & quinlan & vokara & ahsoka & cast, 124.5k wip     By an old Republic law, all members of the Jedi High Council are senators in the Galactic Senate, and can thus be voted in as chancellor. A Senator from a less prominent planet has had enough of Chancellor Palpatine's incompetence and calls for a Vote of No-Confidence and the installation of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi as Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. This one action becomes the catalyst that changes the direction of the galaxy. ✦ What We've Become by Vinyarie, vader & ahsoka & cast, 82k     Darth Vader and Ahsoka’s fight on Malachor takes a different path, and Ahsoka actually is able to save her master. Or rather, she’s able to convince him to save himself. Diverges from canon in the last few minutes of Twilight of the Apprentice and goes increasingly AU from there.

✦ time to change the road you're on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & han & ghost crew & cast, time travel, 93.6k wip     The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future. Ahsoka Tano, still coming to painful terms with the true fate of her former master, is - not exactly happy to see him. But the Force works in mysterious ways - and the future is not nearly as set in stone as they've been lead to believe. Multi-chapter AU, Rise of the Empire/Rebels-era. ✦ narrower than a razor's edge by bereft_of_frogs, obi-wan & dooku & qui-gon & anakin & sidious & cast, 30.2k     Dooku tips his hand ten years earlier because he can't stand the thought of his former apprentice's murder, and that might just be enough to save everyone...if it doesn't get them all killed first. ✦ soften every edge by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & ahsoka (& anakin), major character death, 48.1k     "Rejoice!" the galaxy says, in the wake of war and the dawning of peace. "How?" Obi-Wan asks. "No," Ahsoka says. (or: Obi-Wan & Ahsoka learn to live on.) ✦ hunting toward heartstill by blackkat, mace/cody & plo & fives & shaak & obi-wan & anakin & rex & cast, 207.2k     Plo has an idea. Mace agrees, and everything snowballs right into hell from there. (Or: Mace and Cody get married in order to give the clones citizen status. Before they can focus on that, though, they're going to have to deal with ancient Sith artifacts, evil prophets, plots to overthrow the Supreme Chancellor, lost planets, monsters warped by Sith alchemy, inconvenient , and Darth Sidious turning his eye on a potential new apprentice. Just...not in that order.) ✦ Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & waxer & cast, 63.1k wip     For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home. Unfortunately for Anakin, it seems his former master is always ten steps ahead of him. ✦ Unexpected Awakening (The Rewrite) by Rhiw, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & feemor & bruck & jango & cast, time travel, 135.1k wip     The life of General Kenobi is cut short at the hands of his Padawan, but the sight that greets his eyes upon awakening is not that of blinding light of the Force, but the Jedi Temple he knew when he was still a youth. As he struggles to understand the path laid out before him, Obi-Wan unwittingly captures the attention of a singularly unusual Temple Guard, and that of a reluctant Qui-Gon Jinn.

✦ Knightrise by deviantaccumulation, obi-wan & ahsoka & satine & yoda & cast, 89.4k wip     There is no battle on Mustafar or in Coruscant's senate building. Instead, a small but still alive Jedi Order rises from its ashes on Mandalore. ✦ Fire and Ice by Yesac, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 111.9k     Anakin wins the duel on Mustafar, but doesn't kill Obi-Wan. Along with Padme, Obi-Wan finds himself living in a chaotic world where the man he thought he knew has become the thing he swore to destroy. Can Anakin be turned back? If so, what then? ✦ Better That a Millstone by Icarus_is_flying, obi-wan & luke & anakin & leia & cast, 86.7k     Vader discovers Luke and Obi-Wan on Tatooine when Luke is one year old and attempts to reclaim the family he threw away. Obi-Wan is less than pleased, and Luke and Leia? They have their own ideas about how their future should play out. ✦ Bloodlines by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & dooku, 35.8k     When an explosion traps them in the same doomed escape pod, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Dooku are stranded together on Tatooine. The goal is simple: cooperate long enough to survive, and not a second longer. But a shared past has a way of connecting the people we think we know—and bloodlines run deep. [or: your classic family road trip across a desert planet, except your grandpa is, you know, a Sith Lord. And now he's sort of starting to bond with your Jedi dad. And that might be an issue.] ✦ When Darkness Seems to Hide This Place by IllyanaA, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 136k wip     After killing three of the Jedi Order's best and brightest, Palpatine's fight with Jedi Master Mace Windu goes shorter than expected. Afraid he's lost his chance at recruiting a new apprentice, Sidious unleashes Order 66 across the galaxy, but, per their programming, the Clone Army is not to harm Anakin Skywalker. After witnessing the most painful loss he's ever experienced and injured at the hands of his captors, Anakin is ready to die like the rest of the Jedi, though not before getting his vengeance. ✦ Precipice by shadowsong26, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & bail & ahsoka & rex & cast, 253.6k     An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall. ✦ Averting Galactic Destruction by kj_feybarn, obi-wan & anakin & quinlan & rex & cody & fives & dogma & wolffe & plo & shaak & dooku & sidious, time travel, 44.3k     AKA The Time the Force Sent Obi-Wan Back in Time and Quinlan Vos kept him from Going Kamikaze because let’s be Honest, Being Forced to Come Back in Time Would Suck.

✦ Into the Archives by skygawker, obi-wan & anakin/padme & palpatine & cast, 104.9k wip     After hearing the legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise from Palpatine, Anakin decides that his best chance to save Padme is to break into the restricted Holocron Vault of the Temple Archives to search for information about Plagueis. Predictably, all does not go according to plan. Revenge of the Sith AU. ✦ Live To Fight Another Day by raemanzu, spica_tea, cody & rex & jesse & kix & obi-wan & anakin & fox & cast, 396.9k wip     Clones have their place in the universe, beyond the schemes of Palpatine. Events conspire to place Rex on the path of a new fate, one which will affect the future in ways not even the Jedi could foresee. Loyal to source material and characterizations. Canon-divergent. Starts between seasons 5 and 6 of TCW and explores Rex’s reaction to Fives’ dying words and subsequent events building toward Order 66. Variety of canon characters. No ships. Very Ace and Aro. Strong focus on certain friendships (Rex and Cody, Jesse and Kix, etc) with those friendships playing major roles. Thematically about how the clones navigate loss, trauma, the concept of their enslavement, their identities, etc amongst the larger active plot threads. Content warnings for war-related PTSD, trauma, combat injuries, and all around war-related angst etc in later chapters. ✦ Life and What Comes After by Ibelin, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 177.2k wip     Obi-Wan dies on Jabiim. Anakin blames himself, doesn't know how to go on and yet - he does. Maybe the Force rewards that kind of thing, or maybe he just gets lucky, but when a mission lands Anakin on a vaguely familiar planet, he gets a second chance to do what he knows he should have done in the first place: save his master. (And maybe a chance to save the galaxy, too.) ✦ Knight-Errant by zinjadu, anakin & ahsoka & obi-wan & padme & rex & jedi & clones, 315.8k     AU - The Jedi Who Knew Too Much. Rex decides to stay "in pursuit" of his Commander; he jumps. Now, with backup, Ahsoka navigates the lower levels and deals with Ventress. Meanwhile, Anakin takes the Order to task, finds a little more support, and things turn out a little differently for everyone. And this is just the beginning. ✦ the massive machinery of hope by Killbothtwins, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & shmi & jedi, time travel, 150.1k     After the end of the war with the Empire, Obi-Wan wakes up in his twelve-year old body. Now all he needs to do is convince everyone he's psychic, trick his Master into taking him on before he's sent to Bandomeer, redeem a few bad guys, and try not to have a nervous breakdown. Pretty easy. It's not like the Sith are lurking on the horizon, waiting to devour the Jedi Order.

✦ The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & ahsoka & padme & cast, time travel/body swap, 120k     The Daughter has a bad day and it irrevocably changes the fate of the galaxy, twice over. Or; ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels. ✦ In All The World by Kjellarnen, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 144.8k wip     The story of how Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi tamed each other, from Naboo to Anakin's early days at the Temple. ✦ In Another Life by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme, time travel, 52.3k     Eleven years after the rise of the Empire, a favor to a friend sends Obi-Wan traveling through the multiverse. He encounters different versions of the galaxy and of himself—including one in which Anakin never turned to the dark side. Obi-Wan and this Light Anakin are forced to work together to stop the creation of a disastrous Empire weapon. But as they move through different versions of reality, the timelines become more and more twisted—and the harder it is to distinguish who they are from who they might have been. And—to find their way home. ✦ The Intruder by Hollyoakhill, obi-wan & original clone characters, 82.5k     When a vicious attack from a strange, indestructible monster traps them on a derelict star destroyer, a young clone trooper fresh from Kamino join forces with Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi to find a way to escape. ✦ Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & padme & yoda & mace & palpatine & quinlan & cast, omegaverse, NSFW, 108.3k     Separatist Propaganda is turning the Republic against the Jedi Order and the Senate sees no choice but to join in a political alliance to fight dissent on a unified front.An alliance is proposed through an arranged marriage,between a Jedi Knight and Republic Senator. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are chosen as representatives of the political union by Darth Sidious, meant to bring ruin to the marriage and the public's support of the Jedi,for Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the Beta he claims. But even Sidious does not know of the secret Anakin Skywalker keeps, that he is not the Alpha the galaxy believes him to be. ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 95.9k     During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.

✦ Invictus by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 40.3k     "He is the balance, the other half, the completion to Skywalker’s soul, a perfect dyad in the force. But while Kenobi is a simple answer, the force also sees the difficulty of the pair coming together in balance. The foundations of the galaxy they exist in pull at them, threatening to intervene in their unity. But this is also a simple problem, for the force is far greater than the foundations of a single galaxy, for it is the foundation of all. So the force enacts its will, to bridge the pair over a span of moments, of years, of eternities, and Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi will fall in love, have fallen in love, and are falling in love." ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 121.2k 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. ✦ Lex Talionis by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & dooku & rex & cast, NSFW, 187.1k     The ancient Galactic Republic is dying slowly—an ugly death of corruption, sprawl, and decay—with the sin of slavery hanging over its every triumph. The beleaguered Jedi Knights are too few to adequately patrol and police the entire Republic, and are faced with complacency and greed at every turn. Born into a crumbling and stagnant galaxy, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker are faced with the greatest challenge of all: themselves. Obi-Wan likes rules and control. When the galaxy around him stops playing by the rules, what is a Jedi to do? Anakin needs rules and restraint. When the galaxy around him conspires to set him loose, what is his Master to do? Falling slowly or falling fast, falling through lust or falling through wrath—it all leads to delusion and moral decay. What can be born from the ashes? ✦ Atlas of Our Ruin by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, time travel, 230.8k     Both the past and the future casts long shadows. Obi-Wan and Anakin learn that the hard way, when a mysterious holocron flings them backwards and forwards in time, forcing them to confront painful truths. But the time-travel is only the beginning… ✦ Seed by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 44k     When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him-- no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.

✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 124.2k wip     There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Obi-Wan is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess. ✦ Rulebreaker/Wildheart by chapstickaddict, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & barriss & cast, NSFW, 230k     Darth Vader, the strong arm of the Sith, held loyal to his Order since they took he and his mother from slavery in the deserts of Tatooine. Until he became convinced they killed his wife. He abandoned his Order and disappeared in the chaos of the Clone Wars, presumed dead by all sides. That young Skywalker is known around town as a widower and homesteader; a Nabooian who emigrated to avoid the trade blockade; a father of overly-energetic twins and warding a Togruta war orphan; a decent mechanic if your farm equipment or maintenance droid is acting up. Anakin is a paranoid, over-protective hot mess doing his best to raise his weird pack the way Padmé would have wanted. How the hell is he supposed to do that when his kids and not-apprentice make him haul a half-dead Jedi Master home like a lost pet? ✦ more than a candle by jenmishe, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 50.3k     "The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins – but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars." Or, a few thousands of words of how Anakin, Obi Wan, and Padmé realize many things, which include, most notably, how they feel about each other and how to handle said feelings. Oh, and in the meantime, they deal with a megalomaniac Sith Lord. ✦ Anamorphosis by avocadomoon, obi-wan/padme & anakin & mace & corde & qui-gon & cast, 33.5k     noun, plural an·a·mor·pho·ses [an-uh-mawr-fuh-seez, -mawr-foh-seez]. A distorted or monstrous projection or representation of an image on a plane or curved surface, which, when viewed from a certain point, or as reflected from a curved mirror or through a polyhedron, appears regular and in proportion; a deformation of an image.

[teaandjumpers]

Occasion (obikin ficlet)

Summary: Obi-Wan gives Anakin a gift. Rated G. - - - -

“I thought we agreed you’d wear goggles at the workstation,” said Obi-Wan, sidling up to stand beside Anakin at his workbench.

The younger man was hunched over the table, soldering something, his face too close to the tool to be considered safe. 

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t creep up on me like that,” said Anakin, not bothering to glance his way. 

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, leaning against the workbench. He had broadcast his approach through the Force, and he knew Anakin was aware of his presence, the younger man sending him a slightly annoyed ping across their bond. 

Anakin was often hard to reach when he was working on a project, immersing himself completely in a task and finding it difficult to refocus when he was interrupted. 

He felt bad for a moment, but he had a good reason for disrupting his former Padawan. 

“I have something for you,” he said, keeping his voice light. 

Anakin’s head shot up at the words, his shoulder-length hair whipping about him. 

Oh, how he’d grown into those curls. When he had first started growing his hair out, the dark, golden strands beginning to coil near the ends, Obi-Wan knew that his soft-eyed Padawan was going to be a heartbreaker. 

He just didn’t realize it would be his heart Anakin would be breaking. What a cruel fate to fall for your former Padawan. And a crueler fate to have half the galaxy fall along with you. 

Obi-Wan had done all he could to rid himself of his feelings—the attraction, at least. 

He had given up on not loving Anakin long ago, maybe even as early as that day on Naboo, standing beside his new apprentice, the young boy having been through so much already, standing tall alongside him as an entire planet cheered them on. 

He had asked Yoda once, years before Qui-Gon took him on, what it was like for a Master and Apprentice, what shape a bond took. 

“Different every Master and Padawan relationship is. Find your way there perhaps one day you will.”

And find his way he had. Or rather, it had found him. 

He had loved his Master dearly, his Master’s presence in the Force always grounding, a warm fire that made him feel forever safe, like nothing bad could ever truly happen. 

But Anakin—Anakin was like a supernova, an unending, thunderous storm, a screaming bright star that was impossible to ignore.  

In those early years, he thought of little else but Anakin, his welfare and whereabouts. 

Had his own Master woken repeatedly in the middle of the night, sheets drenched, a blind panic thundering against his chest as he searched the Force for his Padawan’s location? 

Anakin had always been close. Almost always safe. And though Obi-Wan felt him in the Force, he always had to check, confirm it with his eyes, that Anakin was alive, healthy, there.

He was eternally grateful that his apprentice was strong in the Force. It meant Obi-Wan would never have to confront who he would be, who he would become if his Padawan was ever in any real danger.  

Standing beside Anakin now, perhaps one of the strongest Force users in the galaxy, he felt silly, wondering if it was too late to take back his words. Wondering if the younger man had seen the small bundle he was clutching in his right hand. 

Of course he had. 

Obi-Wan wordlessly handed the package over, watching with some trepidation as Anakin untied the string holding the linen fabric in place. 

The cloth fell away to reveal a model ship. It was still grimy despite Obi-Wan’s best efforts to clean the thing, the ship’s insect-like design making it difficult to thoroughly clean its delicate, spindly limbs. 

He had bought the toy on a recent mission, passing by a storefront on a mid-rim planet where a child who looked remarkably like a 10-year old Anakin from behind had stopped him in his tracks, the young boy’s palms pressed against the smudged window pane as he gazed at the model ships neatly displayed on the other side.

How many times had a similar scene played out with Anakin, his Padawan’s gaze straying, fixing on a toy he would never have. 

“It’s a Jedi Vector ship,” said Obi-Wan, the words clumsy on his tongue. “It was a High—”

“A High Republic ship,” finished Anakin, turning the model over in his hands, smiling as he did so. “I know.”

Anakin smiled up at him sweetly, and if Obi-Wan didn’t know the man, if there had been no planet-wide history between them, he would have grabbed him by the face and kissed him. 

A ‘pathetic life form’ he had called him once. Anakin would have been a complete stranger in a different life, a speck of sand in a large desert of people who deserved better. 

It was selfish, and very un-Jedi-like, but Obi-Wan was grateful that Anakin’s fate had been different. 

“But what’s the occasion?” asked Anakin, still smiling, still looking up at him, still, somehow, every bit as spirited as he was before the war. 

The occasion, thought Obi-Wan. The occasion was every occasion, every year, every month, every day, every breath the Force sought fit to gift him, here, alongside Anakin. 

But he simply said—

“You are.”

[vodika-vibes]

Consider

Senior Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, who gets half disowned by Qui-Gon Jinn in front of the council for a 10 year old boy who only knows about Jedi from stories that spacers tell, and mentally says, "fuck this," before politely asking Master Yoda if he could begin in Knighthood trials since his Master just disowned him. Kinda.

Master Windu, who has been nagging Qui-Gon about sending Obi-Wan to his trials for a year already, jumps at the chance. "Congratulations, Knight Elect Kenobi! I will personally be administering your trials!"

"Wait," Qui-Gon says, "I didn't okay this—"

"You just said that he was ready for his trials," Master Windu points out.

"Uh..."

"Further!" Mace continues, gleefully, "Now that you have chosen to take a very young Padawan, we have to remove you from the mission you're currently on."

"Hold on—"

"Surely," Mace says as if Qui-Gon hadn't spoken, "You don't expect the council to okay you taking an untrained ten year old into an active war zone?"

"Of course not."

"So glad we agree. Knight Elect Kenobi will take your place as lead Knight on this mission, with myself and Master Koon as his evaluators, and assistants should the need arise." Mace finishes decisively.

"And does Master Yoda have nothing to say on this matter?" Qui-Gon asks.

Mace's smile is all teeth, "I am the Master of the Jedi Order, Qui-Gon. Or have you forgotten that."

In the end, Obi-Wan protects Padme Amidala and her handmaidens while they retake the palace of Theeds. Mace Windu systematically thrashes Maul Oppress and takes him in for questioning and to help him undo years of brain washing. And Plo Koon personally destroys the droid control ship hovering in space.

All in all, it's a good ending. Save for Obi-Wan, who has a year full of complicated tests and trials to finish before he can be Knighted.

[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.

—————

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

[cheemscakecat]

The old Jedi would not know what to do with Luke.

Anakin was seen as a handful, but the Jedi could still command and control him. He was only a little boy when he was cut off from seeing his mother, and when the Jedi started drilling it into him that his personality was a problem he needed to grow out of.

He respected them, they were the authority figures in his life. He just wanted them to see him as someone worthy of respect too, instead of a problem child.

But they still talked down to him, even after all he did in the Clone Wars. Anakin was susceptible to Palpatine playing the part of a kind father figure because the Jedi treated him so badly.

He was so depressed when he met Padme again and his mom dying was the final straw. Padme stuck with him, but believed they needed to keep their stations as a Senator and Jedi to make the galaxy a better place.

Neither of them were in the right headspace for Anakin to leave the Jedi and seek a different life. He still wanted to be a Jedi, and wasn’t he supposed to be the chosen one? Surely he had to keep trying, he had to prove that Qui Gon was right. Had to prove himself.

Luke wouldn’t have thrived either if he was taken to the Jedi as a child. But if he travelled back in time as an adult?

That man thinks like a good old moisture farmer. Some of the most moral, trustworthy folks you could find on Tatooine. And they don’t take nonsense from anybody.

He respects Obi Wan and Yoda. But he doesn’t agree with them all the time or take all their words as gospel. He was turning down Obi Wan about rescuing Leia, saying he had to go home and he wasn’t qualified to help. Left Dagoba to save his friends, because he can’t just leave them behind to train.

And he didn’t give up on reasoning with Vader, even when told nobody comes back from the dark side. He believes people can redeem themselves.

Luke isn’t set in the strict and cultish ways that the Jedi had in their last days. That’s something Disney didn’t understand.

He’s like the ancient Jedi, the ones who were normal people who happened to have the force. That’s how he operates. Who says you have to train since childhood, away from all your family, in this temple system?

He doesn’t have all the same information and training, but he has an outsider’s perspective. Luke Skywalker doesn’t put the Jedi in the same box they built for themselves before the fall. And he would make that known.

He would get along swimmingly with Qui Gon and Quinlan Vos. Vos operated outside of the Order and was looked down upon for it. I can see those two sitting and joking for hours, racing each other with Luke on a Speeder and Quinlan parkoring through the trees.

Qui Gon tried to be civil and work as a member of the Jedi, even when they looked down on him. He believed someone like Anakin could change things, so of course he’d be excited meeting Luke.

Wouldn’t it be a relief to hear another person call out the Jedi on their overzealous rules? This Skywalker, who spoke of Count Dooku potentially being redeemable and said he understood why the man left? Nobody else would have said it out loud. Mace Windu would find the man infuriating. An outsider with no right to speak about the Jedi’s ways. Do you know what he said, when Mace told him he was not fit to call himself a Jedi, much less a master?

“I’d rather not fit your definition of a Jedi. This” he gestured at the Council “isn’t something to aspire to. You’re all so high up you can’t see the ground. You can barely see the other Jedi who are a floor beneath you.

I prefer to have my feet back on solid ground, with the people who live there.”

“You said your name is Skywalker.” Luke shrugged and chuckled.

”I like to fly. I’m a decent pilot. But looking at a world from orbit only shows a fraction of it. Landing, seeing what’s on the ground is important. There are so many lights you can’t see from space. So many sounds that Air Traffic Control sees as a distraction.

The sound of a child singing along to a song, the sound of old locals bickering, the sound of animals in the trees. They’re best experienced in person. The Jedi haven’t gone down to listen in a long, long time.”

Mace could say Luke’s not a Jedi, but then what is he? He uses the light side of the Force and has good morals and does his best to work with the personality traits he has.

Maybe he does have that impatient streak and fierce anger, but he’s learned to manage them. Instead of repressing them and assuming they’ll lead to the dark side.

You can’t call Skywalker a servant of the dark side, even when you vehemently disagree about Sith being capable of redemption. And he knows enough, is skilled enough, that you can’t just write him off as part of the unwashed masses.

So what is Luke then? Living proof that Jedi can function without the Council and Temple and Dogma. Proof that Anakin could have thrived if he wasn’t raised separated from his old life and to think he was wrong for having the traits he was born with.

Would he fade away if he changed the timeline? Or would he create a new, separate timeline and wind up back in his version of the future?

Luke would probably try not to sound like a crazy man, talking about the Chancellor. Instead of being able to oust Palpatine, I believe he would change the timeline by making a difference in people’s lives.

Qui Gon was surprised to see Skywalker insisting that Anakin needed his mother; and if the Jedi were so set on isolating kids, he’d buy her freedom himself and train the boy outside of the Order. He’d never really questioned the virtue of separating parent and child, but when Luke called it out? Really made him think.

Nobody could deny that Skywalker and the small child with the same name hit it off. They were both from Tatooine and loved to tinker and loved to fly. Some even wondered if Luke was the father, which made him burst out laughing and point out the flaws in that theory.

Shmi still ended up marrying Owen’s father when she was freed, but let Anakin go with Skywalker to become a Jedi. Somehow she knew the two of them would come to visit, just like he promised.

Years later, Luke would find a way to return to his own timeline. And it would be time for him to go home, with precious memories with his father, grandmother, and uncle that he never dreamed he’d experience.

The Anakin Skywalker he left behind would be okay. He had learned how to deal with his emotions in a healthy way. He didn’t hang on the Jedi’s every word.

He was so much more calm and happy. He didn’t care what the Order said about him when he and Padme announced their marriage. Anakin had questioned why she’d deny herself happiness for her career, and she saw that he had a point.

Of course Luke stuck around for the ceremony, alongside many Jedi like Qui Gon who left the Order after seeing there was an alternative. He left an Obi Wan and Yoda who weren’t so stifled by the Order, and who made it better for it.

It would be much later that Anakin would realize the other Skywalker was his son. He grew into the same face and voice and powers. And he would find a hologram from his master, too.

Explaining that he was from a timeline where the Jedi failed the Chosen One and he fell to the dark. Reassuring Anakin that he redeemed himself in the end, and that the evil Empire was defeated. Calling him dad and saying he was glad they got to get to know each other properly.

[musewrangler]

“Sense already do I that you wish to keep this boy,” Yoda said, piercing Plo with his big eyes.

“I wish to see him safe and healed above all else,” Plo answered. “I freely acknowledge that he may do better with another. But I am fond of him, yes.”

There was a pause.

“You’re fond of every orphaned tooka we come across as well, Plo,” Windu said, and Kenobi smothered a grin. “Doesn’t mean they should be trained in the Force.”

“I am not in the habit of training Force sensitive tookas,” Plo replied serenely. “Loth wolves are a different matter.”

He felt Windu’s uncertainty at this statement though the man only narrowed his eyebrows a little. Plo enjoyed ‘yanking the chain’ as the humans put it with his colleagues on occasion. It was amusing to keep them guessing about him sometimes.

“Dangerous it is,” Yoda said musingly. “Much like a Loth wolf, Master Plo.”

“I agree that a child with the trauma Firmus has experienced can be more…volatile,” Plo said, nodding at Yoda. “But then, Anakin has had similar struggles. And he is doing remarkably well after a year with Obi-Wan.”

“Well there have only been three fires actually in the Temple itself, if that’s what you mean by ‘remarkably well’,” Windu retorted.

[weepingstars07]

Death Watch Jango and Sith Concubine Obi Wan Au

Also known as another au i can’t be bothered writing but would love to read

So instead of Jango being found by Jaster, Death Watch manage to catch up to him while the True Mandalorians go in guns blazing and rescue Arla.

Jango and Arla are kind of role swapped with Jango as Tor’s adoptive son, favourite assassin and all round punching bag.

Arla on the other hand is adopted by Jaster and believes her little brother burnt to death in the fields of their own family farm. This and the murder of her parents leads to serious anger issues that lead on to a level of violence that puts her slightly at odds with the true Mandalorians. This isn’t to say they hate each other though, she still considers Jaster her father and jaster consider her his daughter. Arla does eventually end up splitting ways with them going off to find her own way in the galaxy.

This world’s Obi wan never escaped Bandomeer and ended up sold further into slavery until Darth Plagueis finds and buys him for Sheev ( i dont think the timeline works out but oh well, wibbly wobbly timey wimey).

Plagueis predicts that Palpatine and Obi wan will be the Chosen one’s parents. (The force actually meant parental figures but sith have never been very good listeners). Obi Wan as a stewjoni is able to get pregnant but has only had miscarriages and still births much to Palpatine’s endless frustration. Eventually he decides Plagueis must have been mocking him and this is only reinforced when he finds a small slave boy named Anakin with the force presence of twin suns. He decides this boy must be the true chosen one and makes him his apprentice. He does not realise how close his concubine and Apprentice become other the years until it’s too late. Anakin does still consider Palpatine a fatherly figure to him but in an an even more twisted way than canon while Obi wan is still his BrotherDad figure.

Obi Wan and Jango meet when they’re both about 18 or 19, after Tor teams up with Palpatine (or more accurately gets himself manipulated into becoming Palpatine’s puppet). Obi wan is used by Palpatine to keep any eye on his Mandalore project which is quite frustrating to him as it means being seperated from anakin.

The boys end up forming a strange sort of bond when realising how badly treated the other his. Its not until Jango is handed the prototype for a clone army made in his image under sith/mandalorian control that he decides enough is enough. In the dead of night he steals the prototype, who he names Boba, from the Kaminoan labs and knocks Obi Wan out and steals him too.

Jango decides that he’s going to stop the cloning project before he has an army of enslaved ade on his hands, maybe kill Tor and then run off into the sunset with Obi Wan and their new child.

Obi Wan’s reaction is along the lines of ‘wtf, your going to get us both killed’ but as the concept of freedom comes closer and closer he agrees on the condition they figure out how to steal Anakin too, difficult because Obi Wan doesn’t actually know what facility they are usually held in.

With a plan now prepared the two set out to conquer evil and live out their happy ever after on some tropical paradise far away from the mandalorians or Sith.

However they what they don’t realise is that be some will of the force the first planet they land on they accidentally bump into a Jedi shadow. Maybe its Tholme or Feemor or someone completely unknown but they are pretty quick to notice Obi Wan looks a lot like the Initiate that disappeared a few year ago become of Yoda’s (however well intended) meddling. This sparks a Jedi manhunt to find this lost soul who they believe has been enslaved by a Mandalorian.

Jaster and the True Mandalorians are running around the galaxy trying to get more info on this army that Tor is apparently building. Arla is reunited with them and agrees to help out.

And …. Thats all I’ve got for now.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Top!Phil/Dom!Phil (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

all of me, honestly (is dedicated to hold you) (ao3) - lesbaurinkos (pluginbaby)

Summary: “You know what I mean. It’s nice having you back,” he informs him, unnecessarily, because he knows Dan knows.

Dan always knows.

And Phil means it and means more, means it’s nice seeing you in your element again, means it’s not fair what they’re doing to you, I wish I could–, means I want to remind you how much I love you. How much everyone does.

(or: post-filming what dan and phil text each other 2.)

As He Comes, So I Come (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: Dan and Phil have just returned from Chicago, where they finally sorted themselves out. They’ve slept a full ten hours under their own roof, and now they have an uninterrupted afternoon to rediscover one another’s bodies.

Blue Sofa (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: This might be Phil’s favorite place in this house to fuck, he thinks. The beds are nice, and they’ve certainly tested the integrity of the office chairs a time or two, but this blue couch in the nerd cave, it really is his favorite.

Dan from Law, Phil from Media & Editing. (ao3) - monsterfuckerrr

Summary: Dan, the lonely bastard who’s bored of being cubicle trapped, meets Phil, the new editor at Dan’s law firm. Boy meets Boy, Boy steals Yoda cup. Cup is returned, feelings are exchanged as well.

Danisnotadom (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan's not a dom. Everyone swears up and down that he is, insists he is domming his boyfriend and is too good to take it in the ass.

Phil's not a sub. Everyone thinks he is, everyone thinks his baby is in charge. What they don't know is his hardcore boyfriend is actually a princess.

Deeper (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Inspired by the idea of "Pass Around Party Bottom Dan."

get to heaven in our own sweet time (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Dan and Phil choose their costume for Halloween 2024. Yeah, it breaks the internet, but they only have eyes for each other.

Her / Awakening (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan feels drunk on a feeling of awakening; sexual, but also something else, something unnamed.

in this smoking chaos (ao3) - writingcollective

Summary: Dan bottoms for the first time, not being able to shut down his inner demons that whisper internalised homophobic thoughts into his ear. But Phil guides him through it, somehow.

make me feel (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan discovers a new use for his walk-in closet

[title from make me feel - janelle monáe]

not a chew toy? (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Apparently some things aren’t meant to be chewed on. Who knew?

Not Since I Posted The Cat Photo (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Dan hasn’t been a ‘top bunk kinda guy’ since he posted the catboy photos.

Set after the catboy photoshoot

Please Don't Say You Love Me (Cause I Might Not Say It Back) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan's not very good at hiding his emotions during hookups.

push and pull (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: They’re nowhere near ready to be done, and Phil isn’t always patient when it comes to most things but when it comes to fucking Dan, he has all the time in the world.

so I will share this room with you (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Phil hadn't meant to end up here.

an exploration of the aftermath of meeting your soulmate when you're still so impossibly young

Stay With Me (ao3) - blehmobile

Summary: Dan and Phil are flatmates, and they occasionally flirt. They agree that it is very normal to bathe with friends. Totally no tension at all.

sunkissed (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: Maybe Phil was made to pour warmth into this man and leave little marks all over his body the way the sun does when it covers his skin with freckles. Maybe everything they’ve ever done and every little way they’ve loved each other has culminated in this very moment, where they can hardly see each other in the low light but are still brighter than the yellow light that breaks through the sky and glitters on the ocean.

Or, Dan and Phil go on holiday, and every photo they take tells a story.

Sutures (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil returns to the forever home after a week away, just in time to pull Dan out of his negative thought spiral.

Talking to the Moon (ao3) - uptownsteve

Summary: After a risque photoshoot, Phil wants to show Dan just how beautiful he is

The Masked Man (ao3) - cosmic_angel_writes

Summary: There’s many break ins going around town. Dan’s house might just be next.

The morning after (ao3) - Japhan2024

Summary: What happened on october 19th 2024? We may never know, but the morning after, Dan and Phil are being mysterious about it.

#tits out for #tit (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Phil is questioning his confidence, but when Dan suggests they try something new after a show, Phil flips the script and makes Dan see how confident he really is..

(A VERY dirty story, i am so so sorry)

You and Me (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: Birthday sex after Dan's birthday livestream

you look so good it hurts (in my favorite t-shirt) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil is gifted with a "Mega Dilf" shirt. Guess who picked that shirt out?

[noodles-doodles01]

I really don’t like the takes of “there can be no evil in the Jedi Order” being used to explain that the Jedi did nothing wrong at all, bc that simply isn’t the case.

I understand where the concept comes from, since Star Wars is very clear on who is right and who is wrong in terms of evil vs good. But that doesn’t mean the individuals or the institutions as a whole is free from criticism.

And the prequels tell you exactly why; the whole arc of the story is about the fall of a democratic republic into fascism, and they use all the key players. A war that has no true meaning and is entirely orchestrated and funded to create economic failure and cultural/political divide, Dooku is the scapegoat who is funded by the enemy with ideals that are well intentioned but will never see the light of day, since his only use is to create more separation from the norm. The chaos being used as a ploy to excuse dictatorship in place of a parliament or senate such that things are done faster, when really all it does is silence specific groups of people. It is VERY clear.

However, it isn’t to say that the Jedi themselves don’t make mistakes, and I’m tired of having to explain this. Although the concept of the children being taken into the order at such a young age isn’t done with mal intention, it doesn’t change how messed up it truly is.

The concept of suppressing all feeling to the point where apathy replaces empathy is not wise. Yoda and Mace Windu, although they care in their respective points, share this trait and it makes them especially difficult with Anakin. We see from Qui Gon and Luke that this doesn’t have to be the case. Yes, emotion is a pathway to the dark side, but so is suppression.

Anakin himself, as much as I love him, is a can of worms in his own way. The boy was a walking red flag from the start, and was let to do as he wanted for the most part simply because he was the best. The amount of times he full on killed someone when it went against the Jedi code and was not reprimanded for it is way too many. He agrees on multiple occasions that dictatorships and authoritarian rule is superior to a democracy. And on many of those occasions, the Jedi order are aware of this.

“Well that’s why Yoda and Windu didn’t like him” fair, but then why did they decide “hey this problematic kid is the key to our political spy mission against the chancellor”. The way they carried out the plot, the lack of context and the secrecy of it overall really does make the Jedi seem as though they were overthrowing Palpatine for their own gain. Yes, with context, they did what they needed, but to send ANAKIN of all people on that mission (esp with the fact that the boy hadn’t slept in days how did no one notice) with no information or proof is insane to me.

[marvelstars]

Love lost

Was thinking about Cobra kai as one does after that season finale which I liked a lot and the resolution of the conflict between Johnny and Kreese made me think about Anakin and Obi-Wan, not because their circunstances were similar at all but because those relationships reflect a similar kind of hurt love, which is that of a child who lost their father figure.

In Johnny and Kreese case it´s said clear and loud. Johnny´s problem wasn´t the fact his sensei attacked him after losing a fight, his problem was his sensei abandoned him.

"You threw Me Away When I needed you like I was thrash, I trusted no one, least of all myself"

They get to solve it after many years and got some closure.

Now the case of Anakin and Obi-Wan is way more dramatic and things are not as clear but they are similar in it´s conflict, because Obi-Wan felt profoundly betrayed by Anakin´s actions in ROTS he didn´t understand what happened but he also didn´t care too much anyway, his orders were to kill Anakin and that was what he was going to do but Anakin was still the boy he trained and loved despite everything so when Anakin was left limbless at the shores of Mustafar there wasn´t much else left for Obi-Wan to do, he didn´t even had to give him the killing blow because the lava and toxic toxines would do the job for him but then somehting he didn´t expect happened, Anakin non- verbally asked him for help and he could no longer contain himself.

This becomes the point of no return, where Anakin becomes Vader completely, that hurt love, because Vader/Anakin isn´t one who deludes himself about his actions, he knew what he did, he can understand why Obi-Wan did what he did but that doesn´t mean being left by his father figure to die alone burning alive didn´t hurt. In this I believe he shared many of Johnny´s feelings, he didn´t hate Obi-Wan for hurting him, he hated him for leaving him. The hurt love of an abandoned child by his parent.

So he was left with the "Shadow" who was both his father, his saviour as well as the reason for his fall, he hated him, feared him and loved him and was loyal to him because he was the one who stayed with him. He didn´t throw him away. He doesnt delude himself either, he knows he is a weapon for Palpatine, a tool but if that´s what he wants from him then that´s what he is going to be for him.

Palpatine was dissapointed on his apprentice for losing his full potential but he knew that if Vader was to advance to the darkside as a stih lord, he needed to forget everyone in his past life and that´s what he guided Vader to do.

Vader agreed with him, he no longet tried to think about Obi-Wan, Yoda or Ahsoka, Padme was buried and dead, their child with her, there was only the Empire and the Emperor for him and he did it. He buried Anakin Skywalker as much as he could.

Some wonder why Vader never found Obi-Wan on Tatooine despite being the Second in command of the Empire and the reason is quite simple, he simply wasnt looking for him, he dind´t care where he was or what he was doing as long as that didn´t get in the way of the Empire and his self appointed mission to "bring order to the galaxy"

A new Hope Vader is the most neutral Vader you will ever find for this reason.

He just starts thinking about Obi-Wan again when he literally gets in his way on the death star, they have a duel and Obi-Wan lets himself be killed. Vader finds this strange but it doesn´t bother him too much, he gets going with his duty to the Empire.

Obi-Wan actions only worry him once he discovers the existence of his Son and he fears Luke trying to emulate Obi-Wan in his death. Vader wanted his Son by his side and Luke falling to the darkside was the only way for the Emperor to stop trying to kill Luke. Meaning he would not longer be a menace to him.

Vader finds himself in the same place Obi-Wan and the Emperor were with him but unlike them he doesn´t want to be for Luke what they were for him. He wants to be Luke´s father and at the time he could only focus on keeping Luke alive and safe.

But Luke presents Vader with an alternative, let go of your hate, lest go somewhere else and live like father and Son but Vader is aware it´s too late for him.

Anakin´s original hurt love for Obi-Wan became hate and the into apathy, he is just tired but Luke brings him hope, Luke convinces him there´s another way, that the fact he fell once doesn´t mean he has to stay fallen forever, that he loves him and want´s him to get better.

Vader can´t no longer deny his love for his Son once his master decides to torture Luke to death after he rejects the darkside and he no longer cares if he has to give his life to save Luke so he gets back to the light side and kills both Palpatine and himself to free Luke and keep him safe from them.

But what happens to this relationship with Obi-Wan and even Yoda what does Vader think about them?

It´s interesting because if Vader actions of killing Palpatine were born out of hate he would have stayed on the darkside but he didn´t, he still can´t help but care for Palpatine, he just didn´t want him to hurt Luke and he knew this would cost him his life and he was ready to pay that price.

But he also didn´t hate Yoda and Obi-Wan either(knowing their intentions in trainning Luke were to kill him and his master), he understood enough of the situation to be grateful to them for keeping Luke and his Sister(his unknown daughter) safe and he was deeply grateful to them for training Luke so he would learn how to protect himself and learn to be such a great Man and Jedi.

Anakin/Vader no longer holds hate, hurt love or anger towards anybody, Luke loves him and that´s enough, if there´s something left to love in him maybe there indeed was something good in him, so he can go on in peace.

This peace also allows Anakin to turn into a ghost with the help of Obi-Wan´s instructions, to see his children for the last time.

[tonberry-yoda]

[Kingdom Hearts Request] How about S/O sharing a Paopu fruit with Roxas, Axel, Ventus, Terra, and Riku if you don't mind? I know Riku knows the whole legend with the fruit, but it'd be so cute with the others not really knowing and then finding out

Sharing a Paopu Fruit with Roxas, Axel, Ventus, Terra, and Riku

notes - I LOVE KINGDOM HEARTS! I don't often get KH requests, so to get this was a delight! Like this whole idea is super sweet and I am more than happy to do it for you, especially as a Terra and Axel simp :) thanks so much anon and I hope you enjoy!!! <3

Roxas

when I tell you that this lil guy's jaw was hanging open when you told him

and like, he started getting all stuttery and saying that he isn't worth being all connected to you and stuff

what a doll

and you were just giggling while he was panicking

though he is more than happy to have life shared with you like that

he didn't even think he would find anyone that wants to share a destiny with him especially since he's just a confused lump of a boy, so he is more than happy

Axel

he was SUPER hungry

so you convinced him to share this fruit with you

you were giggling and holding back laughter the whole time, but he really didn't care considering the dude was hungry as hell

once he put that thing away, you finally told him

and let me tell you, he was BAFFLED

at first, he laughed at you, thinking that you were joking

and once you told him that you weren't, he went silent

and then got a little teary

he quickly wiped said tears though and just looked at you, tilting his head and asking, "you really want our hearts to be connected, y/n? even if I don't have one?"

you just told him, "everyone has a heart, Axel. Even you."

and omg he fell in love

Ventus

you wanted to share the fruit with him so bad, but you wanted to tell him the conditions first

when you did, he agreed SO FAST

he wants to be there to protect you and be there for you your whole life, so to have a destiny that goes hand in hand is a dream come true

he wants to go through everything with you and eating that fruit in the sunset was amazing for you two

Terra

you and him have talked about the fruit before, you've explained it to him and the two of you have even joked about sharing one

but once you actually got one and showed Terra, the man was BLUSHING

"you really wanna do this y/n?"

"of course I do, dummy! what? you don't wanna do it or something?"

"n-no! it's not like that I just... are you sure?"

of course you were sure, so you cut that thing in half and handed it to him

he was hesitant, as he didn't want you getting involved in anything dangerous in the future, but you were so sure that you wanted to share this life with him and he was more than grateful <3

Riku

when i tell you that you got this man BLUSHING

he wanted to share the fruit with Kairi YEARS AGO, but it never worked out because it was meant for her and Sora, so when you offered to share it with him after everything that had happened in the events of KH2, he couldn't believe you

of course he agreed though, you two had been through so much and you fought so hard that he knew that it was perfect that you two were to share this fruit

it was also perfect because you were back on Destiny Islands smiling and having the time of your life <3

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[ladystoneboobs]

so i think we in asoiaf fandom should all be agreed that barristan selmy is the westerosi obi-wan kenobi as an exiled knight troubled by past regrets and playing fast and loose with technical truths while sporting a white beard and using an alias barely any different from his actual name. but that's not the only grrm creation with a corresponding george lucas creation....

when maester aemon tells sam of the baby switch only after sam can't understand why gilly is still crying by saying jon's heart just hardened when sam made him lc, as if he had nothing to do with it, he gives me similar vibes to yoda's response when luke asked him if vader was truly his father, being all "rest i need now" trying to use his dying to escape the hard questions. then when yoda finally answers luke he quickly changes the subject to luke's fault in fighting vader before he was ready. i mean i understand why aemon didn't crush sam further by revealing his part in the baby swap plan and all the kill the boy shit, esp when they were all each other had by then. so i guess he can't really be blamed for that, but it is still misleading his protege and shifting blame in a pretty big way. also yoda and aemon are both the oldest naturally living characters in their stories and seen as the wisest too.

then ofc there's jaime lannister as a r-rated luke skywalker, a blond knight actually fucking his sister while knowing they're siblings, son of an evil lord, wearing white when we first meet him, seen as too impatient and hungry for adventure, and then losing his swordhand through a mistake of his father's and having to contend with a beast in a pit when trying to rescue a friend. there's also some of han solo in coming back just in the nick of time for the big rescue after first leaving his traveling companion behind for his own ends, with all that character growth to find something to believe in. but i think jaime would have serious disdain for han's stance that a lightsaber is no match for a good blaster. that's just the sw version of crossbows vs. swords, isn't it?

as for anakin/vader, there are plenty of woobies who could be finding their redemption, but when it comes to also being an effective and fearsome villain, i think only sandor "the hound" clegane really qualifies. (as opposed to jaime repeatedly failing to kill children or theon getting no respect as an ironman or as reek) plus, like anakin, sandor has terrible burn scars, a distinctive and singular helmet later stolen from his grave, wants revenge on the brother who burned him up, and he cries a lot.

darkstar is obviously the jar jar binks of westeros, the character whose appeal was greatly overestimated by the george who created him while most of the fandom simply finds him ridiculous and annoying.

then there's ned stark, a leader who always dresses their best to impress for the occasion, who knows how to govern his home in the outskirts but is out of his depth as a politician in the big city where his ideals are out of place in a corrupt court, trying to prevent a civil war which has already been planned behind everyone's backs for years, and is ever forgiving of a man all too willing to murder children. that's padme, baby.

[akali-blade]

The Skywalker Invasion

Family Revelations

The Jedi Council Chambers was filled with Jedi Knights, masters, and senators. Yoda’s eyes were closed, focusing on the Force.

The newcomers were occupying different rooms at the temple, as the Jedi Masters believed they shouldn’t have the time travelers interact.

“We need the names of the people you met,” Mace Windu asked, a frown forming on his lips.

“I met two men, both claiming their name to be Skywalker,” Plo Koon said slowly, turning to look at a certain Jedi Knight who was surprised.

“That’s impossible, I mean no disrespect, Master, but I too have met someone claiming to be a Skywalker,” Aayla was quick to inform them.

Anakin crossed his arms, “I would also like to join this confusing conversation, my padawan and I met this boy, going by the name ‘Ben Skywalker’ I’m now curious to know who these others are.”

Ahsoka nodded her head in agreement.

Obi-wan stroked his beard.

Padmé came forward, “Jedi Masters, I have met two women, a young girl, and a young man, one of the women says she is the empress of the Fel Empire, which just happens to be our galaxy.”

Yoda now hummed, “the last names, I need, yes, to uncover the truth. Your hand you must raise, if you met one, going by the name Skywalker, you must.”

Four people raise their hands.

Aayla Secura.

Anakin Skywalker.

Plo Koon.

Master Yoda.

“Going by the name Solo,” Yoda continued.

Padmé Amidala.

Bail Organa.

Adi Gallia.

Mon Mothma.

Obi-wan Kenobi.

Each raised their hand.

“By the name Fel.”

Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa were the only ones.

“And do not forget the young one who goes by the name ‘Jade’, she was in the company of one ‘Luke Skywalker’.” Mace Windu reminded. Yoda nodded.

Anakin’s brows furrowed, more Skywalkers?

“Something on your mind, young Skywalker?” Yoda prompted, his face softening.

“The…other Skywalkers, I’m curious,” Anakin sighed.

The old green Jedi Master chuckled, “revealed, everything will be, with time.”

“I believe we should gather everyone and question them all at once, they must be very powerful if the Force reacted this way,” Ki-Adi Mundi proposed.

“Agree, I do, talk with them, gain their trust, we will.”

~S~

Gathering the newcomers, the Jedi Council led them all to a large room where privacy can be assured.

Luke and Leia found each other and crashed into each other’s arms, happy to know that the other was safe. Mara and Han only laughed quietly at the sight.

Ania looked around, noticing that she shared certain features with other people in the room. Her eyes stopped on a woman.

“Marasiah!”

Marasiah turned, her face broke out into a grin. The two girls ran forward and brought each other into a hug.

“It has been so long, cousin, I am delighted to know that I will have a familiar face with me here,” Marasiah exclaimed. Someone cleared their throat behind them, and Ania saw her other cousin.

“Why, Cade, this is turning out to be a family reunion.”

Cade chuckled, “a very weird one, the Force is a tricky one.”

Now confused, the Jedi Council watched as Ania, Marasiah, and Cade all chatted together.

“You’re…related?” Adi Gallia wondered, her eyes wide. Ania nodded. 

Now this just got more interesting.

“But, how?” Obi-wan asked, his face scrunched.

“We have the same ancestor,” Cade crossed his arms.

“And who would that be?” Mace narrowed his eyes.

“Anakin Skywalker.”

Said man faltered, “w-what.”

Luke, was just as confused, they too were related to his father?

“Anakin Skywalker? Here?” Han groaned.

Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker came forward, his arms crossed against his chest. The time travelers’ eyes widened comically, gasps were heard, and disbelief rang throughout the Force.

“Impossible.”

Bail Organa coughed softly, “maybe you can tell us what Knight Skywalker means to you.”

Luke casted his gaze over to the man who claims to be Anakin Skywalker, and there he is, standing in all his glory. Anakin Skywalker.

“He…well…Anakin Skywalker is my father.”

Ahsoka’s eyes grew, oh dear, how is Master going to get out of this one?

Leia nodded, “He is…my biological father, Luke and I are twins,” her face soured slightly as she admitted the fact. She had not forgiven him yet, but in the light of things, she believed it was best to just go along with it.

Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin giggled, “we’re his grandchildren!”

“Jacen is the eldest, then it’s me, Jaina, and our younger brother, Anakin!”

The elder Skywalker felt his face grow hot, his heart racing a mile a minute. He caught the gaze of his wife, who sent him a reassuring smile, she too, was having a difficult time handling this.

“Your last names?” Kit Fisto asked politely.

“Solo.”

Han sputtered, “what!? How do you kids have my last name!?”

Jacen looked unimpressed, “it’s cause we’re your kids.”

Anakin Jr. put his hands on his hips, “and Leia is our mother.”

Leia and Han paled at the thought, scooting away from each other.

Mon Mothma could only sigh. A red headed boy stepped up, blue eyes twinkled when he saw his grandfather pale.

“The name’s Ben Skywalker, I’m Luke Skywalker’s son.”

Luke turned sharply to stare at the red headed boy. But, who is the mother? The only woman who popped in his head was the one who was standing next to him. Mara Jade.

Ki-Adi Mundi put his hand under his chin in thought, strange.

Nat and Kol also stepped up, introducing themselves, garnering another round of surprise coming from the Jedi of the Old Republic.

Allana quietly said her name, stating who her father was, making Jacen go red and Jaina to laugh quite loudly, teasing him relentlessly. Ania had a small on her face, watching the smaller versions of the first Skywalker-Solo lineages goof off. 

“What about Marasiah Fel then? If I remember correctly, you said Ania was your cousin,” Mon spoke, trying hard to ignore the fact that the people of the future are Jedi Skywalker’s descendants. Does he ever follow the rules?

“My great great grandmother is Jaina Solo. Ania is Jacen’s descendant, and I, Jaina’s. Making us cousins,” explained the future empress, her hands folded neatly across her stomach.

Ahsoka now only had one question remaining on her mind and she was sure it was on everyone else’s.

“Who’s the mother of Master Skywalker’s children then?”

Several pairs of eyes snapped to her direction making her fix her posture, not wanting everyone to see her as only a child padawan.

The senators and Jedi Masters looked at the future Skywalkers who looked anywhere but at the front of the room where the people of the Old Republic stood.

“W-we don’t know,” Leia finally spoke up, “we thought…well, we thought that our father had a one night stand.”

The people of old looked highly skeptical of this theory.

The other time travelers muttered their own theories, some stating that they thought she was also a Jedi, possibly a smuggler, and other crazy stories.

“We just know she would have to look like Leia, since I look like my father, at least according to Be–I mean Obi-wan Kenobi,” Luke explained.

The auburn haired master coughed as he was now put in the spotlight.

“I’ve noticed that Miss Leia Skywalker,” Shaak Ti started, making Leia sour instantly, “young Allana Solo, young Jacen Solo and Miss Ania Solo all share close resemblances to Senator Amidala.”

The young female senator was now under scrutiny of her colleagues, the Masters of the Jedi Council, and the people of the future.

“Master Ti is right,” Aayla said in her heavy accent.

“Skywalker, do you have anything to say about this?” the face of Mace Windu was clouded, as his anger seeped through. The ones bearing the last name Skywalker all turned to the Korun master.

“What did I do?” The Skywalkers exclaimed in unison, making Mace quickly back track his words.

Anakin wisely kept quiet, his own thoughts getting to the better of him. I have a family…Padmé  and I made a legacy oh how I wish we could talk in private.

Padmé, feeling a headache coming on, could not help the joy that spread through her. She and Anakin made a family, their family made a family and so forth. She was excited and words could not describe the feeling. Oh no, the Jedi Council, she forgot about them in the heat of the moment.

She took a glance to her husband, giving him an unnoticeable nod.

The blonde Jedi Knight coughed, making the attention come his way. 

“Contrary to your…beliefs, I’m married.”

The entire room was not prepared, as a matter in fact, those weren’t the words that they expected to come out of the patriarch of the Skywalker clan’s mouth.

“To who?”

“Me,” Padmé stepped up, her head held high, this wasn’t how she imagined she would reveal their marriage, but no time like the present, right?

Bail and Mon were extremely surprised, their colleague, who had no interest in romantic relationships, was married? They had told her to pursue such things, saying that it was a wonderful thing to be connected to a person, who would love and cherish you. Yet, here she was, steps ahead of them.

“Hm, how many months, were you?” Yoda asked, his glimmer stick thumping softly. 

“Two and a half years, just after the Battle of Geonosis,” Anakin answered, his voice firm, Obi-wan pinched the bridge of his nose.

Force, help me.

“This is going against the Code–”

“What code?” Luke was now confused, while he was thrilled to know that he was a product of his parents’ love, at least he hoped so, he wondered about the code they seem to obsess and worship.

“The Jedi Code states that one should not hold romantic attachments,” Anakin explained to his son.

Kol was now laughing, “that wasn’t in the Code, as a Jedi Master myself and knowing history, Luke Skywalker made the Code after he rebuilt the Order and it never stated that.”

“How can one person, especially a Skywalker, change a code that existed well over two thousand years?” An angered Agen Kolar grit out.

“Rebuilt the Order?” Anakin had a bad feeling about this. Mara rolled her eyes, this was becoming too much, they’ve been here for hours and she needed some rest.

“The Jedi Order was destroyed, Jedi were killed and an empire, under the rule of the sith,  rose the day Luke and I were born, allegedly,” coughed Leia.

There was nothing but silence.

Pure unadulterated silence.

“Take a break we will, come back later, we must, to your rooms, the padawans will take you,” Yoda finally decided, he needed the Force to show him the way.

There were no signs or sounds of disagreement, they moved out of the room, leaving only a few Jedi left in the room.

“Skywalker,” Yoda called out to Anakin, “expel you, I will not, need you here, the Force demands. Until the agenda of the Force is finished, your status of your knighthood, you may keep,” he hobbled away with Mace Windu, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Shaak Ti.

 Anakin slumped against the wall in relief.

~S~

Obi-wan was disappointed. That much was obvious.

But he couldn’t place it.

Was he disappointed at his padawan? At himself? At the Code?

What had happened?

When Yoda had called a recess break, he inwardly refused, he wanted answers.

What happened to him? Anakin? The padawans?

Sitting in a meditation position, he searched the Force for guidance.

Though a small part of him was happy, happy that Anakin had a family, though the Code absolutely refuses such a thing. Spending the small amount of time with the Solo children, he could already feel fondness growing, and knowing it was his padawan’s great offspring, made his fondness grow.

Somewhere in his mind, he was proud that the Skywalker lineage were accomplished Jedi Masters, or politicians.

At least he found the answers to that, knowing how much Anakin hated politics.

Padmé was–is–good for him, no doubt about that, she grounded Anakin when he could not, she gave him peace, peace that the Jedi Knight so often searched for, looked for, meditated for.

He only hoped that it did not end in disaster.

Opening his eyes, he left his room and went to the cafeteria. Already there was talk about the strange occurrence of the strange beings who appeared out of nowhere.

Force help him.

Force help Anakin.

Force help the galaxy.

The appearance of the Skywalkers could either mean two things.

Creation.

Or.

Destruction.

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[wickerwax]

my youth is yours (tripping on stars, sipping waterfalls) - QuinObi Give Men Flowers Event!

Some are born with a favourite flower, some achieve favourite-flowerhood, and some have a favourite flower thrust upon them. Quin is mostly the latter, and sort of the middle. If anyone (Obi-Wan) asks though, it was the first thing. He swears.

Notes:

I mentioned, in soap feelings, Quinlan having stumbled into his favourite flower a bit accidentally. And also, turns out, have a relevant poem to quote to continue that agenda xD As always, salutes and fair sails to the QuinObi discord, who are wonderful enablers <3 @quinobievents

“So, where’s this new climbing wall?” Garen asked as they reached the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

Quin twisted to shoot blaster-fingers at him and said, “It’s past that trio of togruta sculptures - you know the ones with the eyes?”

Reeft shuddered quietly and Obi-Wan reached out to shake him gently. “But all the way past, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah, all the way. Maybe from the top you could see ‘em again but they won’t be looking at you.”

“Why is the looking bad?” Bant asked. “What, a beautiful, powerful stone huntress bites one darksider in a story that I’m pretty sure Master Koon made up, and you think it wants you? Reeft, you’re a marshmallow, not a darksider.”

“What if the darksider was actually just someone really annoying though?”

“Well, Obi’s up then,” Quinlan said matter-of-factly, and yelped when the boy in question tripped him. “Hey, I’m leading here!”

“Bant is un-annoying enough to count for all of us, I think,” Garen mused as they made their way off the path to cross through one of the many green-tangled tunnels of foliage. “We should be safe.”

“I want you to know that I’m judging all of you,” said Obi-Wan dryly.

“I think they would be too confused by the chaos twins to do any biting,” Bant jabbed at Quin’s back, elbowed Obi-Wan. “And anyway, everyone knows you just have to admire their hunting prowess and they leave you alone.”

“Bant, why does that sound like a threat. Bant. Bant, how do you know that?” Reeft plucked at Bant’s robe. “Bant, I’m agreeing I’m a marshmallow, what did you mean by that?”

They squabbled their way past the tumbled-rock fountain that Bant loved, past a group of initiates doing meditation practice with Master Yoda, clambered up the Monument (which was actually more of a chimney made of artistically piled boulders, but which was great fun to leap through), and got only briefly distracted appeasing the possible darksider-eating togruta statues in their flow-motion poses.

They crossed a border of flowering shrubs and Quin stopped and did flourishing ta-da hands upwards.

He had found a mess of rock, vines, and spindly purple trees forming a fairly narrow, toweringwall that would have been worryingly concave at points almost anywhere else. Several small waterfalls threaded it, bubbling cheerfully, a sparkling net not at all containing the coif of tumbled stone.

“Oh, yeah.” Garen murmured, picking out likely outcrops to aim for. “Y’all about to be in the mud, for sure.”

“Is that a dare, Garen darling?” Obi-Wan, equally focused upwards, leaned against his shoulder. “I seem to recall, in our last-”

He yipped in shock when his robe was flipped over his head and Garen slid sideways. Off-balance, he staggered, dragging his robe off entirely, and Bant called from somewhere already off the ground, “Last one up gets eaten by a statue!”

“Betrayal!” he shouted back, righting himself properly. Quinlan was on one knee, also fighting out of his robe. “Garen, what happened to redhead solidarity!”

“You kicked my ass one too many times in the salle, mate!” Garen did a flashy back-flip, caught himself, and kept racing upwards.

“I think we should consider this a compliment,” he muttered to Quin, and offered a hand. “Launch you?”

“Aim between Reeft and Garen, I’m gonna cause problems.” Quin grabbed on and Obi-Wan laughed.

“Not game to face Bant?” he asked, grinning, as they shifted places.

Quinlan planted his foot on Obi-Wan’s bent knee, “Are you kidding? I know what she’s capable of.”

The others were a third the way up the wall. Bant was following the runnels of water, unbothered by the splashing or the slippery rock. Reeft was the highest, taking neat, sharp leaps in as straight a line as possible. Garen was doing as many trick jumps as he could manage, showy and skilled and all adrenaline.

“Don’t get eaten by a statue,” Quin said, squeezing his hands.

“We both know I’m too chewy for a statue,” Obi-Wan answered, and launched him.

*

Nursing the small scrapes and bruises of a successful race, the five of them perched along the gnarled horizontal truck of the biggest of the purple trees. It lay along the top of the cliff, roots and branches wedged into gaps and crevices. The stem next to Reeft was reaching out, the little mauve flower buds beginning to open. Reeft himself had his head on Garen’s knee, and his feet in Obi-Wan’s lap, his arms dangling in the air. “This was nice.” he mumbled.

“Yes, I love getting punted down a vertical stream,” Obi-Wan said, eyes closed and face raised to the slow-setting sun through far away windows. He patted Reeft’s knee affectionately, who giggled.

Bant, head on Obi’s shoulder, let out a very satisfied burble. “You brought it on yourself.”

Obi hummed like he was thinking of arguing but just settled against his branch more firmly.

Quinlan, who had Garen flopped against him (and consequently, everyone else in spirit)(and a little bit in the flesh), found himself watching Obi-Wan absently plait a loose thread on Reeft’s trousers back into itself. Fought down a jolt when he blinked and Obi was suddenly looking at him, smiling. “Should I be worried about how hard you’re concentrating, Quin dear?”

He had a moment of pure, completely uncalled-for panic. Too fast to even recognise properly. Cause unclear.

He slapped on his cheekiest smile, “You’re the only one that got left in the dirt with me, you’re the safe one.”

Garen’s eyes shot open in alarm at that, so what was he supposed to do? Notimmediately put the other boy in a headlock? When he was so expecting it? And so incredibly headlockable where he was leaning?

They rolled, pinning Reeft between their flailing and the cliff. Bant and Obi-Wan watched with great interest at the manoeuvring on the very limited platform, occasionally fending off a kick.

“Where’s the bangcorn when you need it?” Bant said.

“You know, I think Master Drallig would be quite impressed no one’s fallen off yet,” Obi-Wan said agreeably.

Someone yowled a threat that was both inadvisable and would be very difficult to carry out, anatomically speaking.

“My virgin ears!” Obi-Wan hollered back, “How could you expose me to that filth! Us!” He hugged Bant to his side when three heads turned in uncanny unison. “We do not approve of such- oh, kriff. Sorry, Bant-”

His friends changed targets and Obi-Wan dropped off the trunk before they -or Bant – could get a grip.

He arrowed ground-ward, aiming for one of the sharpest juts of vine-roped rock. Even with the wind whipping in his ears, he could hear shouting following him – but that just meant he had the lead this time. He reached out, stretched past his own fingers – hold – and swung himself into the mess of the cliff-side, sprinting sideways and down like an especially gravity-defiant goat.

A particularly sharp war-cry rang out and he winced and threw himself into another dive. Pebbles and scree clattered behind him as at least one person caught up – he latched onto one of those outstretched tree roots and locked himself into a dizzying couple of hip-circles around it as Quin and Garen shot past, shoving playfully at each other.

He circled up. Leaped after.

They hit the last stretch nearly all-at-once, Reeft nipping slightly into the lead with a risky pin jump, Bant skidding over water-wet rocks. Quin looked over his shoulder and Obi-Wan was already springing into place – hand thrust forward. He winked, caught hold, and set his feet for split-second it took to play his turn at launchpad.

Obi-Wan shot past Quin, past Garen and Bant, past Reeft. He hit the grasses at the bottom of the slope, turning his velocity into a neat roll. Tumbled into a series of perfectly executed handsprings, whooping.

He snapped upright into his finishing salute, complete with victory yell. Grinned up at his friends.

Blinked.

Even the Force couldn’t stop him spending the next full minute wheezing after his friends decided he was exactly landing-zone shaped.

At least the ground cover was lovely and soft – grasses mixed in with clovers and the delicate-leaved Sweet Antilles. He had a good view, being smushed so far into it.

“Betrayed again,” he mumbled into the clover, head turned to give the pile of his friends room.

“You cheated,” Garen said, rolling off into his own patch of greenery. “Duh.”

“I was assisted.”

“I don’t think they cheated,” Bant snorted, “Not at this point. It’s not cheating if it’s expected. But, winner gets shoved into the grass for smugness.”

“Be fair, Bant, we spend just as much time hindering each other as helping.” Obi-Wan complained.

“No, no, it was cheating.” Quinlan argued, proving his point and laughing down at Obi. “Don’t take the easy path, huh?”

Obi-Wan curled his lip, eyes gleaming amusement, “Shall we compare easy paths?”

He meant the launch earlier, probably, but Quin felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed and opened his mouth to -

His robe hit him in the face and Reeft said, “We are not doing innuendo on empty stomachs, you two are scary good and if I’m going to barf, I want something to come up.”

“Just wait,” Bant muttered, “It’ll get worse. Right now Garen’s the only one who’s kissed anyone.”

“I’m waiting to be impressed,” Obi said primly, wiggling to his feet and back into his own robe. “If they can’t keep up with me verbally, what am I supposed to be learning orally?”

Everyone groaned.

“Obi, man, you can’t be saying words like ‘orally’, it’s not right.” Garen complained.

“My mistake, darling, am I being too clinical? As you’ve such vast experience in the matters of-”

Quinlan could keep up with Obi-Wan, verbally. Most of the time. Sometimes he even managed to beat him. Verbally. In fact, they were well-matched generally, and -

He thought of Obi-Wan, asking Launch you? and his hand already offered up. The slide of his fingers to gripping his own tightly. Thought of how they’d done the same a hundred hundred times. Blue eyes lit lake-clear in fading sunlight. Every iteration of a smile – the lopsided, the quiet, the dimpled. When he laughed so hard that his crooked bottom incisor was visible. The way he-

Warmth burned along the back of his neck. He glanced away from Obi, away from the group bickering affectionately, stared hard at the boundary line of flowering shrubs as a far safer subject of – anything, really.

Did he-?

“Quin? Everything alright?” Obi-Wan’s voice was so close that he nearly shot out of robe and skin and all.

“Obviously!” he chirped, still looking at the flowers. The shrubs. Shit, he did know these ones, actually, he could – “Just realising these are all rhodens, which are like – obviously they’re the best flower, you know? Big enough to have cool patterns sometimes, they can be freckled – I mean, speckled, and these are even the blue ones, and that’s the best, uh, that’s the best colour, it’s like-” he made the terrible mistake of glancing over and getting swamped by Obi-Wan’s brows raised all curious, and his quizzical little smile, and the way his hands were right there practically asking to be held, and blue blue blue eyes-

-and usually he would swing an arm around him but he wasn’t sure how well his shoulders and elbows were attached, actually, and, oh no, he was still talking, somehow, “- it’s a good colour. For flowers. For rhoden flowers, which are the best. And smell really good, especially close up -” he choked himself off.

Obi-Wan leaned over and breathed in and – oh Force - they were in fact very nearly the same blue. When he tried to look desperately at anything else, Reeft and Garen were distracted with something on the wall, like strategy, but Bant – Bant gave him a wink and a smile.

He snapped his attention back.

“They do smell rather wonderful,” Obi said, focused on the blooms. “I didn’t realise they were your favourite, Quin.”

Well. Kriff. His own words seemed to have piled up in a mess and he didn’t know where to start with those, but luckily he had some he could borrow climbing out of a memory of an afternoon considerably less fraught. Though, in hindsight, it had been another step leading here. “Well, you know -

‘Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why

this charm is wasted on the earth and sky,

tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,

then beauty is its own excuse for Being’.”

The smile Obi-Wan turned on him was not to be survived. His pulse went hyperdrive, and now he knew why and it was worse, it was so much worse, but he couldn’t regret anything that put such delight on that face, stars above.

“That’s lovely, Quin.” he said, hushed and luminous.

“Oh kark it, we’re late for latemeal.” Garen realised. “I bet that kriffer D’leon is taking dessert seconds right now.”

*

He managed to admit to Obi that he’d been quoting somewhere between hustling themselves to the refectory and the scramble to net one of the last tables. Obi-Wan cocked his head like he was listening way more intently than that really called for and said, “Oh, yes, the Emerson – I remember you showing it to me. But it sounded better when you said it, I think.”

Then he knocked their shoulders together and stole a mouthful of Quin’s spicy dumpling stew. While he was coughing, red-faced and eyes watering just a little, Quin found himself thinking, how are you just exactly right?

“It’s not going to get less spicy, Obes.” He can’t seem to reach the level of teasing he usually would. He’s a bit too buffeted – bolstered - by Obi’s light for that.

Obi squinted at him and determinedly stole another bite, just happening to nudge his own plate closer. “I’m getting better.” he said, slightly breathless. “I won’t be defeated by a bit of spice.”

Or anything else, I imagine. Quin took one of the crunchy herb things on Obi-Wan’s plate and felt the other boy settle more firmly against his side. Too stubborn for that.

Bant was watching them again, looking pleased. When he frowned at her, she just mouthed took you long enough and went back to her savoury cass’ava-ball soup.

*

Finding Quinlan was hardly ever a problem. Between their shared friend group, some shared classes, their Force bond and general preference for being in each other’s company – it was quite odd to look up from his project and realise he had no idea where the recipient for this gift was.

Which was inconvenient, since it wasn’t the sort of gift one could leave tucked on a shelf until a good moment arrived. And, anyway, he’d put it together because Quinlan had been...quiet, lately. Nothing huge, and Obi-Wan hesitated to even call it upset, but...quiet. Distracted maybe, an air like he was chewing on a puzzle he hadn’t found a solution for.

Only, usually if Quin was puzzling something, he’d talk it out with Obi-Wan. Half the time he’d get three sentences into explaining it before snapping his fingers or slapping a table to announce he’d fixed it – whether that was followed by a rapid breakdown of his solution or speeding off to implement it was a credit-flip. But he talked. At some point, anyway. Quin was the sort of smart that hardly tended to weeks of mulling over a puzzle.

Which meant it wasn’t a puzzle, or an assignment, and Obi-Wan couldn’t see any patterns otherwise that made any sense. They’d hung out last night and it had been – almost normal. No tension between him and Tholme, if that had been a possibility. He’d seen Aayla in the crèche and had spun their adventures in poster paint and glitter with his usual flare. It had been a gloves-on kind of night but that wasn’t unusual, really.

The way his friend looked at him had been just the same as ever, as though anything Obi-Wan had to say would be worth the listening, but he’d better defend himself properly if they decided to spar. A balm and a challenge. (Debating was a perfectly respectable hobby and no one played whetstone for his tongue like Quinlan. He only ever hoped he was providing the same.)

(Sometimes, he liked to think about when he and Quin were both Knights, out saving the galaxy. Mission partners when they could be, all of their softest parts reinforced by the other and their teamwork unmatched. Sometimes he thought about it especially when they were playing at the sort of etiquette that had them practising formal kisses and handclasps.)

(It was normal to think about the future when you were learning knowledge that you would need to apply in the future.)

Quinlan’s side of the bond hummed quietly. He was shielding but not terribly hard – likely concentrating on something and he really didn’t want to interrupt but-

He looked down at his gift, at the painstakingly angled and fluffed bow. Gently, he tapped curiosity, want company?

Quin went bright-soft-warm and vanished for a moment before returning with a flash of the Archives.

Armed with the hint, he scooped up his handiwork and trotted out the door.

*

He was hunched over a stack of datapadds in a way that looked like he was closer to collapsing into himself like a cyclone-assaulted umbrella than ever fully straightening again.

Obi-Wan approached as lightly as he could and shifted his hold so he could tap a finger between Quin’s shoulder blades. Quinlan straightened with irresponsible speed, given the umbrella thing, and almost tipped himself and his chair over in the doing.

He twisted around and stared at Obi-Wan for a long moment, before shaking himself all over and relaxing. “Obes,” he said, “Just gimme a sec and I’ll...clean...”

His gaze dropped down to Obi-Wan’s hands and his words stalled out. “Are those – rhoden flowers?”

Something wavering but very light was happening to his Force signature, so Obi-Wan presented his carefully arranged and tied bouquet with a smile. “Your favourite, correct? I know you said that the blue ones were the best, so I tried to use mostly those but then – well, it’s a very pretty yellow and it reminded me of you, so that felt right to add in. And then, I found this green tissue that Master Jinn had saved and – it’s practically the same green as your ‘sabre so that felt right too, and I tried to fill it out with some of those silvery ferns from next to Bant’s... um, Quin?”

Quin’s face was doing something odd. He felt – really happy, mostly, but Obi-Wan found himself trailing off when his eyes rose back up and fixed on him. He felt, rather than saw, when Quinlan’s mouth curled into its familiar smile. “Yeah, Obes. Yeah, those are my favourites.”

He looked back down at them and, released, Obi-Wan sucked in a breath he didn’t remember holding. “The yellow one has freckles.” he pointed out, swallowing. Nerves wriggled strangely low in his belly.

There was something overwhelmingly soft about Quinlan’s eyes when he lifted them again. About his smile. It made his chest feel too tight, like there were bubbles expanding inside with such warmth, such brightness, that it was an effort to work his lungs around them.

“It does,” Quin agreed, holding his gaze, and reached out to take the bouquet. His breathing hitched as he took it up and he slipped out of focus for a moment. Grinned and said, “Didn’t ask permission for the tissue, huh?”

He felt the twitch in his shoulders with more resignation than embarrassment. Quin knew how much he cared, that was a non-issue. A benefit. “Given Master’s attitude to asking forgiveness over asking permission, I felt the risk was proportionate to the reward.”

Quin’s raised brow was amused, and he felt considerably more settled than he had lately. “Reward?” he asked. “Getting something out of this, Obes?”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh, just cheering my friend up. Barely worth mentioning, I suppose. You ass.”

Quinlan snorted a surprised laugh out. He reached out with one arm and wrangled Obi-Wan into a hard hug, squeezing him close. “You love me anyway.”

Obi-Wan made a face against his collarbone to express further hidden eye-rolling even as he hugged Quin back just as tight. “Well, I’m lucky like that.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Quinlan murmured into his hair, almost too low to be heard. Obi-Wan heard him inhale and pause, then drew back just enough to see his face again.

“You know, this is my favourite smell as well as my favourite flower,” Quin said, tucking his free elbow up so he could bury his face in Obi-Wan’s bouquet.

(He had been right about the yellow).

His friend really was gorgeous limned in living petals. It was quite something this close up. He couldn't look away.

Quin canted his face sideways to pull all his attention again, as if that were in doubt. He glowed amidst the blue and silver. Smiled like it was a secret just for the two of them. “It's better on you.”

Obi-Wan felt those nerves catch and writhe wildly. Quinlan was teasing, of course, but-

They teased each other like it was air, like gravity might unspin without their assistance, like they might lose the knack of it without constant practise. Flirted knee-jerk, straight-faced and over-the-top, and never-not-quite-serious always. Had, in all honesty, said much much worse to get a rise from their friends.

But, Force help him, Obi-Wan blushed.