#Obi-Wan: ...mhm

[nevertheless-moving]

So You Just Killed Palpatine

In Which, Much To Obi-Wan Kenobi's Surprise, While Dealing With The Consequences of One's Own Action's Can Be A Lot, It Isn't Always Entirely A Bad Thing

originally inspired by this and this from anon and husborth Part One, Part Two, Part Three ... Part Fo ... uh ... there's memes somewhere... Anyway Here's Part Five:

Obi-Wan blinked awake, head cloudy and body heavy, as if under unusually high gravity. But no, there was the all-too-recognizable ceiling of the temple healing halls, its mosaic ceiling drifting in lazy, clockwise circles.

What did I do this time? Wait, there was something I had to tell the rest of the Jedi...something important...

Oh dear, he was on the good painkillers, wasn't he?

“Obi-Wan?” someone familiar asked, voice and force presence ringing with a startling jab of hope.

“Bant?” he tried to reply, only to be met with burning pain in his throat. The only thing he managed to get out was an unintelligible coughing fit which pulled sharply at his gut.

“Take it easy!” she urged, moving into his blurry line of sight. “You’ve had extensive abdominal surgery, and your throat was — was crushed rather severely — it’s going to take more time for the grafts to heal.”

Obi-Wan nodded, chastened, before cautiously starting the process of pushing himself up in bed, Bant hovering nervously all the while. The effort made his muscles ache and the room spin faster, but things settled down once he was sitting up.

He looked around, sagging in relief at a small oily handprint on one of the otherwise sterile visitor chairs. Anakin had been here recently, and was in good enough health to be tinkering. Good, that was good. That was important.

He suddenly realized half his vision was obscured and sluggishly raised a hand to his face, only to find heavy cloth.

“I’m sorry, we weren’t able to save your eye,” Bant said softly. “Once you’re a little more healed we can discuss artificial or bioengineered replacement options.”

She plucked a cup off a counter overcrowded with a dizzying array of flowers. “Here, drink some of this if you’re feeling up to it, it’ll make talking a little easier.”

Obi-Wan accepted the drink, only to feel it slide out of numb hands. Bant gently closed her hands around his, helping to guide the drink to his lips. He grimaced at the taste.

“Bacta infused water,” she apologized. “You’re going to be drinking bacta infused liquids for some time, I’m afraid.”

A wave of exhaustion swept over him and Bant set the cup down as Obi-Wan sagged.

“Anakin?” he managed to rasp out.

“Anakin’s fine, he’s completely safe,” Bant said with a comforting squeeze of his shoulder. “He’ll be annoyed to know he missed you waking up, he very much wanted to be there.”

Obi-Wan was going to say something else, but sleep dragged him under first.

//

Obi-Wan opened his eyes — his eye — to the sight of Quinlan Vos scowling over a datapad. The dark spot on the left side of his vision was more noticeable than before. What the kriff did I do to myself?

He shifted, irritated at how lethargically his body responded. The pad fell to the ground with a clatter as Quinlan lurched towards the bed.

“Obi-Wan! Hold on, let me — you’re supposed to have the water before you try to talk.”

Quinlan helped hold up a cup and straw so Obi-Wan could take several short sips of the unpleasantly viscous and vaguely pineapple flavored water.

“How are you feeling?” Quinlan asked, hovering with uncharacteristic anxiousness.

Obi-Wan paused to think. “Weak,” he replied in a hoarse whisper. “How long have I been...”

Guilt flashed over Vos’s face. “You were in and out of Bacta tanks and surgery for a full two weeks. And then another week in an induced coma. And then another week in a self-healing trance. You had...a lot of internal injuries. I’m so sorry Obi-Wan—this is all my fault.”

Obi-Wan stared at Quinlan blankly for a moment. His face helped the memories to start trickling in.

"Yes..." he said slowly. "Yes — you knocked on my door... you said... Vos... please just... just tell me if I hallucinated anything — did I try to assassinate the Chancellor of the Republic?"

"I'd say you succeeded," Quinlan replied, half-smiling, half-grimacing.

"Did I — did we think he was a pedophile, only—”

He had to pause, throat burning as he fought a coughing fit. He swallowed more disgustingly flavored water before finishing the thought.

“—only to discover that he was in fact not sexually grooming Anakin, but was doing a number of other terrible things? And did he... did he — did he electrocute me...”

Obi-Wan’s voice trailed off and he took several more sips, throat filled with an uncomfortable fizzing sensation.

Quinlan nodded, wincing. “I mean parts of that you know better than me but yeah, that matches with what I understand.”

“Hm.” Obi-Wan finished the cup, mulling it over.

Quinlan Vos muttered something under his breath that Obi-Wan couldn't quite make out, but the word "dramatic" almost definitely featured.

Grey crept in around the corners of his vision, then black.

//

When he opened his eyes — his eye, he'd have to get used to that — next, he was greeted by a convenient and increasingly familiar cup at his bedside, as well as Master Windu. Obi-Wan quickly reached for the water, clutching it in both hands and taking a long drink.

Spurred on by the sight of the Master of the Order, he also reached for the urgent thought from earlier, wanting to get it out before he slipped back under —

“Chancellor Palpatine’s a Sith Lord!!”

The corners of Mace’s eyes crinkled. “Yes, Knight Kenobi," he said. "We’re aware of that now. You’ve proved it to be the case quite publicly. And ended the threat with remarkable... thoroughness.”

Obi-Wan head fell back. “A Sith Lord... the Chancellor!” he said in amazement. He was relieved to find his throat only barely twinging at his outburst.

“It truly stretches the imagination,” Mace agreed tolerantly.

“You’re telling me!” Obi-Wan took another long drink, head spinning.

Master Windu smoothed a crease from his robe before saying, with extreme delicacy, “I don't wish to pressure you into speaking before you've healed... but I admit, we’ve all been wondering how exactly you knew.”

"He force choked me and electrocuted me with Sith Lightning. Lighting! I thought that was a myth!” He drained the cup, hands shaking slightly.

“Yes,” Mace said quietly. “The healers were amazed you survived so long... let alone had the strength to fight back with such strength. We’re all extremely grateful to the Force for keeping you alive long enough for us to reach you.”

Obi-Wan made a mental note to feel grateful later, but his mental space was a bit of a mess at the moment, and he wasn't entirely certain he had filed it away correctly.

Master Windu sighed. “We would have been there sooner but I’m afraid none of us had any idea that you were going to confront a Sith.” A twinge of reproach crept into Windu's voice, but Obi-Wan set it aside along with the gratitude, to be examined at some later date. Ideally when his head felt less full of bantha wool.

“I had no idea,” Obi-Wan said numbly.

“Well you figured it out before the Council at least,” Mace replied, not without humor.

He couldn't help but snort. “Yes, because he shot lightning at me. I mean the force choking happened first but... lightning. Lightning!”

Lines formed between Master Windu's brows as he looked down at him. “As much as it pains me, I understand the risk assessment in not telling the High Council about a Sith Chancellor of the Republic, and goading a public fight was probably the best political move possible. But why start the confrontation so privately? It seemed rather — apologies, we can debrief on that when you're rested. I presume you were trying to get a confession about the droid and clone armies?”

Obi-Wan stared at Mace Windu wide-eyed.

“The what.”

The lines on Master Windu’s face deepened. “The... Kamonian clone army — the clones of Jango Fett...”

Obi-Wan’s eyes got wider. “Jango Fett—you mean Galidrean Jango Fett? The Jedi Killer? Palpatine made a clone army of him?”

Mace was silent for a long while, staring at Obi-Wan as though he were a particularly concerning puzzle. Obi-Wan chewed on the straw, mind wandering to whether or not it would be appropriate to ask Master Windu for a refill. As unpleasant as the flavor was, the fizzing did make his throat feel better.

“Knight Kenobi...” Mace finally said, speaking very slowly. “Do you remember why Chancellor Palpatine attacked you? The soul healers were quite certain the Sith Lord didn’t breach your inner shields but I think you might be suffering from some memory loss...”

His left eye itched; he resisted the urge to reach for it. Obi-Wan sank further into the cushions behind him, trying to think. Were there gaps in his memory? No, as usual, it all seemed a fairly clear path from Quinlan Vos knocking on his door to Obi-Wan ending up unconscious in the healing halls.

“Why Palpatine starting attacking?" he mused. "I suppose he wasn't going to just dance around forever — force, when he dodged my blaster shot, I simply could not understand how — it all happened so fast, but the next thing I knew I was pinned against the wall by a Dark —”

“Stop,” Master Windu ordered, raising his hand. He took a deep breath, radiating calm into the force.

“Do you remember what Palpatine said immediately before you shot him?” he asked patiently.

Obi-Wan shifted, feeling a pang of awkwardness as he muttered the answer guiltily under his breath.

“I’m sorry, Knight Kenobi, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“He said, ah, ‘you’re a Jedi’ and ‘you can’t kill an unarmed man.’”

Mace Windu stared at Obi-Wan.

There was a long pause while Obi-Wan fidgeted with the straw. He was starting to feel that perhaps his thoughts were even less clear than he had assumed them to be, and he was not handling this conversation particularly well.

Windu took another deep breath, radiating slightly less calm then before.

“Knight Kenobi. Why did you shoot the Chancellor of the Republic?”

“...I was trying to kill him,” Obi-Wan said, looking down.

“Why?”

Obi-Wan mumbled.

“Kenobi, speak clearly.”

“Well—ah—it actually turns out that I had misunderstood...I mean it had certainly seemed like...but he wasn’t actually...doing exactly what I thought...”

Windu stared at the recumbent Knight, who flushed.

It occurred to Obi-Wan for the first time, that, considering his plan of running away and becoming a bounty hunter was no longer possible nor, perhaps necessary, he could have misrepresented some of the timeline of events vis a vis sith slaying. Or better yet, pretended to have memory loss.

In his defense, the whole experience had been extremely unnerving! For all that weeks had clearly elapsed for everyone else, Obi-Wan was still processing Chancellor Palpatine shooting lightning out of his fingers.

A wave of exhaustion flooded over him, and he sank into it with relief, recognizing now the sickly sweet painkillers pulsing through his blood, clouding his thoughts and pulling him under.

//

Unfortunately, Mace Windu was still there when he woke up. Kriff.

He opened his mouth to try and backtrack, but Windu raised his hand, cutting off any poorly thought out explanations.

Master Windu took a deep breath, radiating very little calm by this point.

“Let me get this clear. Nod if yes, shake your head if no, did you go into the Chancellor’s office with the intent to assassinate the Chancellor of the Republic?”

Obi-Wan nodded.

“Did you know he was a Sith before you went into his office?”

Obi-Wan shook his head.

“Did you suspect he was a Sith?" Mace asked, slightly desperate.

Obi-Wan shook his head, cringing in apology.

“Before you went into the Chancellor’s office, were you aware that he was working with the Kaminoians to commission a clone army?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, biting back questions.

“Did you know he was working with the trade federation to commission a droid army?”

Another no.

“Did you suspect anything about these armies? Anything about a larger plot to destabilize the Republic? Destroy the Jedi? Become Emperor?”

Obi-Wan shook his head at each question, eyes widening with shock.

Mace Windu was radiating absolutely no calm at this point.

“Knight Kenobi...” he asked with a pained expression. “Did you... attempt to assassinate the Chancellor of the republic for personal reasons born out of some sort of misunderstanding? Only to inadvertently save the Republic?”

“I mean once I found out that he was a Sith... I of course changed tactics... and personal is a bit... but... that... Well. More or less sums the situation up, yes.”

Mace WIndu stared at Obi-Wan Kenobi, who wasn’t sure if he should keep talking or not. He didn't entirely trust his ability to explain things well at the moment, and ultimately decided to err on the side of silence.

Obi-Wan vaguely wished he could slip into sleep, but was fairly sure that it would be rude and possibly obvious to do twice in one conversation. His throat itched and he considered once again asking for more water, ultimately deciding against it.

Minutes passed, Master Windu staring blankly at the wall above Obi-Wan’s shoulders, while Obi-Wan's mind started to wander.

Who on earth had been paying to feed a clone army? How was Quinlan doing at getting Anakin to brush his teeth? Am I going to prison? Ohh that’s why the force was so insistent on killing Palpatine. Maybe that would help explain things to Master Windu? Though 'the force told me to' is  generally not considered a good excuse, in of itself, for acts of violence...though this is a rather unique situation...

Eventually Master Plo walked in, letting out a pleased noise.

“There he is! The Hero of the Republic!”

Mace Windu closed his eyes.

“Is that what they’re calling me?” Obi-Wan asked weakly, when it became clear Master Windu wasn’t ready to address everything wrong with that.

“Oh! Your drink is empty! Mace, Vokara was very clear with her instructions!” Master Plo scolded.

Mace Windu didn’t reply.

Plo-Koon snatched the cup, filling it up from a pitcher across the room and talking boisterously. “Well, the public is throwing around a lot of titles, but since you already had Sith Slayer...”

“Oh dear,” Obi-Wan said faintly, accepting the terrible water and drinking it for lack of anything better to do.

Plo-Koon patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. “I’m afraid to tell you it’s going to be very difficult for you to dodge commendations for your actions. Now that you’re awake you’re going to be faced with quite a backlog of requests for ceremonies and interviews—”

Obi-Wan choked. “Ceremonies?” he repeated in a higher pitch. He snuck a look at Master Windu. His eyes were closed, though he didn't appear to be meditating.

That probably wasn't a good sign.

"Yes, ceremonies," Plo-Koon said with far too much relish. "Turns out there are quite a lot of old traditions on the books regarding —"

Master Healer Vokara Che entered the room at brisk pace. “I thought I heard voices — I will remind you that before he is the ‘Sith Slayer Returned’ or ‘The True Chosen One’ or any such nonsense he is first and foremost my patient.”

She gave a sharp look to both Council Members. Plo-Koon nodded contritely while Master Windu continued to not say or do anything.

“The — no, no Anakin’s the chosen one —" Obi-Wan sputtered. "Anakin’s the reason — people aren’t actually calling me that, right?” he asked, drugs doing an admirable job at suppressing the panic he was fairly sure he was going to feel later. The device in Master Che's hand beeped faintly in answer.

“That and more, young Kenobi,” another familiar voice suddenly added, below his field of vision. “To collect your honors, expect to survive, you did not, mmn?”

“Master Yoda! No, I—I really didn’t expect... any honors... at most I was hoping that people would understand...” Obi-Wan protested weakly, shooting Windu a beseeching look which yet again failed to garner a response.

Che rolled her eyes, flipping a lek behind her somewhat sarcastically as she attached a glowing device to his chest. "Of course you didn't."

He barely refrained from wincing as several needles bit into him.

“Perhaps we would have had a better chance of understanding had you left us any of your evidence,” Master Koon chided gently.

“Put together the pieces we did, in our time,” Yoda added, hopping up on the nightstand to affectionately poke his shoulder.

Obi-Wan leaned back, feeling increasingly light-headed.

“Your vitals look good, all things considered,” Master Che said, sounding smug. “You should be back to getting into trouble in a year or so.”

Obi-Wan jerked his head in her direction, aghast. “A year?!”

“Busy, you will be, if work you wish. A seat, open there is for you. Comfortable chair, good company, important duties.”

Master Windu’s eyes squeezed further closed.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked, bewildered.

The healer scowled. “You were bleeding heavily into more or less all your major organs, including your brain. Really, it would be faster for me to list organs that weren't damaged. The fact that you recovered at all is only because Master Gallia conducted ill-advised on-scene amateur healing—"

"Is she alright?" Obi-Wan asked.

"—ill-advised, but successfully non-self-detrimental amateur healing, and I’m a miracle worker, and, credit where credit is due, you’re a stubborn bastard; not to mention your padawan has far too much energy to throw around — you really should consider enrolling him some healer’s courses—”

“Is he alright?” Obi-Wan asked, more urgently.

“He’s fine,” Master Plo reassured him with a gentle hand on the shoulder. “Everyone is fine except for you. He just tired himself out a few times, but Knight Vos has been keeping a close eye on him, and Anakin understands that the best thing at this point is to let you heal under your own power."

“Can I see him?” he asked. His voice was growing hoarse despite the dutifully refilled cup.

Vokara’s face softened. “Of course. He’ll be stopping by after class, in another hour or so. He’s been very punctual.”

“Master Windu? Alright are you? Silent, you have been.” Mace flinched upon being prodded with a stick. He opened his eyes, pinning Knight Kenobi with a steely gaze. Obi-Wan shrunk back, but Windu just sighed.

“You...” he trailed off. He stood up slowly, as if the movement pained him.

"I —" he said authoritatively, quieting the room. "—am taking a sabbatical. Call me when—” Windu gestured vaguely. “—you all sort out this mess.”

He walked out.

A long moment passed. “What did you tell him?” Master Plo finally asked in a hushed whisper.

"Ah..." Obi-Wan paused, limbs heavy with fatigue. "Well — you see— " He closed his eyes, feeling slightly cowardly as he did so.

//

When he opened them again, the light hadn't shifted nearly as much as other inbetweens, and his bandages hadn't been changed. Master Plo was still there, speaking quietly with Yoda.

Shit.

"Not too long that time," Vokara said, pleased. "I've lowered the dose on some of your medications, it should make it easier to stay awake."

"Oh. Good," Obi-Wan replied.

"Young Kenobi." Plo-Koon moved closer. "I dislike pressuring you in your current state, but... Master Windu appears to have left the temple. We were wondering..."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, then closed it again, considering. His mind was, at last, starting to catch up with mouth. “He asked me... some questions. About how I came to suspect Palpatine," Obi-Wan said carefully. "It would appear I may have forgotten some details. About the evidence...Master Windu was — distressed regarding what I did and did not recall."

Vokara nodded. "Memory loss is completely understandable with the type of injuries you recieved."

"Alright, it is, if remember everything, you cannot," Yoda added kindly. "Our own investigations, ongoing are."

"So if I, ah, can't quite remember everything that led up to our fight," Obi-Wan asked, feeling guilty, but force, that blank look in Master Windu's eyes. "I mean I definitely remember the force willing me to decisively seek his end — really it was unusually loud about it," he added hastily. "If that helps."

Yoda nodded slowly. "This reason, understand we do. But, present to the public, perhaps not a good idea would be."

"Yes," Obi-Wan said. "I think — I'm not certain but I believe Quinlan Vos may have helped me collect some evidence..."

"Said as much, he did. Wait to confer with you, he wanted."

Obi-Wan sagged backwards with relief. "Yes. Yes! We had security concerns... Palpatine was so highly placed..." he trailed off.

"Considering Sifo-Dyas's and Count Dooku's entanglement in all this I can hardly blame you for hesitating to reach out to the council," Plo-Koon said, exhaustion audible even through his vocoder.

Obi-Wan choked on his spit; the following coughing fit was soon rewarded with a fresh bacta drink from Vokara.

Dooku?? Sifo-Dyas??

"Perhaps after I speak with him I'll be able to better assist with the current investigations," he offered hoarsely after recovering.

"Of course," Plo-Koon said gently. "Again, we apologize for interrogating you so early into your recovery but you really can't imagine the public and political scrutiny we've all been under —" He hesitated. "Master Windu was joking about taking a sabbatical right now, was he not?" he asked, sounding strained. "I know he's been under a lot of pressure, but surely you having memory issues couldn't—"

He was thankfully interrupted by the sound of small feet moving rapidly and a gangly body launching itself at highspeeds through the doorway.

Vokara just managed to snag the back of Anakin's robes before he crashed into Obi-Wan's medbed.

"Padawan Skywalker," she said, voice tight. "I believe I have mentioned the numerous injuries your master is recovering from and the need for —"

"Care in my movements," he said sheepishly. "Apologies, master, thank you."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said, something in his chest relaxing at the sight of his dangling student.

"Obi-Wan." His padawan's eyes immediately started filling with tears.

Obi-Wan reached out instinctively. "Oh, Anakin."

"Give you a moment, we will," Yoda said, hobbling out, as Vokara sighed, then gently placed his pupil on the floor.

"Of course," Plo-Koon agreed. "Take all the time you need." He hurried to catch up with Yoda. Obi-Wan heard him begin to say, "Mace can't actually be leaving us to deal with this clusterfu—'' Then the door closed, and Anakin was weeping at his bedside.

"Shh," Obi-Wan said, tugging his padawan up, ignoring the protestations of his abdomen. "There, there, it will be alright."

Anakin crawled up, movements ginger and uncertain around Obi-Wan's numerous injuries. Together, they somehow managed to shift Obi-Wan enough for Anakin to fit beside him. His padawan shook with suppressed sobs, and parts of him were almost certainly hanging awkwardly off the edge of the bed.

Obi-Wan ran one hand through Anakin's hair, the other hand gently resting where he could reach without twisting too much, probably an elbow, though the boy was pointy enough these days that he couldn't be sure. If Obi-Wan was also shaking, well. There was reason enough.

"Sheev," Anakin finally said, oozing misery and an overwhelming tangle of other unpleasant emotions into the force.

"...I know he was your friend—" Obi-Wan said, after what was hopefully not too long a pause. This was another conversation that probably wouldn't be helped by painkillers.

"But he wasn't, really." Anakin curled up, even more miserable. "I know. I should let go."

The side of Obi-Wan's head throbbed. On second thought, painkillers were the way to go here. "That's not what I meant," he said. "He was a friend to you. He's gone now. Because of me, your master. And... I'm sure you've found out a lot while I've been asleep. I can't imagine a single padawan learner who wouldn't be struggling with their emotions right now. I'm struggling."

"I'm angry," Anakin said into his side. "Master, I'm so full of anger."

"You think I wasn't?" Obi-Wan asked dryly.

Anakin hiccuped a sob. "I'm angry at everyone."

"It's alright, Anakin," Obi-Wan soothed. "You'll work through it in time. I'll be here to help, whenever you want. Even when I'm the one you're angry with."

Anakin sobbed another minute, force presence roiling, before finally pulling himself in with a deep breath, and wiping his nose on the sheets. "You looked so cool when you were angry," he mumbled into Obi-Wan's side.

"Oh force," Obi-Wan groaned. "Of course there was holofootage. Of course you watched."

"Are you... still angry?" Anakin asked.

Fuck.

Obi-Wan tried to think of the right answer for a padawan learner. His head throbbed again.

"Honestly? Right now I'm mostly just tired. I feel like I was run over by a pack of bantha. It's never a good idea to try and deal with large emotional gnarls while you're this exhausted, remember that my young padawan."

"You've been asleep for years," Anakin whined. "How are you still tired?"

"Years?" he asked, amused.

"At least three," Anakin huffed, curling up against him.

Obi-Wan stroked his hair in peaceful silence for a moment.

"...Did you really smash in his skull with a metal chair to protect me?"

"I would do a lot of things to protect you," he confessed. "I'm sorry Anakin — I should have talked with you when I grew concerned with his behavior. I felt at the time I had to act swiftly, but I worry I only caused you more pain."

"It was a really cool fight."

"...Thank you, padawan."

"Can you teach me how to choke people with my ankles like that?" he sniffled.

Obi-Wan groaned internally. "Of course, as a Jedi, violence—" 

"Violence is our last resort," Anakin interrupted. "Right, yeah —but if it is needed—"

"—Such as when someone," Obi-Wan said over him. "After careful consideration, is found to be both politically insulated and positioned to commit great further harm—"

"Actually, I think you, the person who killed my trusted friend, lecturing me on why he was ultra especially irredeemably evil is traumatizing, even more traumatizing than all those holo compilations of you —"

"Oh force above, of course there's — oh. Oh no — please don't tell me—"

"The latest Jizz music," Anakin said, far too gleeful.

Obi-Wan groaned. Unfortunately, the extra movement in his chest triggered an admittedly ghastly sounding coughing fit and Anakin immediately lost the small edge of grace he had managed to cultivate during their back and forth.

"Master?" he asked urgently. "Master — hold on — I'll go get—"

"I'm fine," Obi-Wan rasped. "Any more of that —"

Anakin was already scrambling to fetch the pitcher.

Such a good boy, he thought affectionately, watching him pour and carry over a glass with the same care others might have when handling molten gold.

Obi-Wan drank with a reciprocal amount of delicacy, knowing his padawan was watching falcon-eyed for any wasted drops.

"Perhaps we should finish this conversation a little later," Obi-Wan said, once his airways calmed down.

Coughing should not be this exhausting.

"Of course," Anakin said, subdued, but he crawled back into bed readily enough when Obi-Wan patted it.

“Really, though —” Obi-Wan started to say, feeling it was duty to try and wrap up the lesson, but he was fortunately cut off before he was forced to figure out exactly what that lesson was.

“It’s alright,” Anakin chimed comfortingly. “We have time to talk about it, master. Can’t you tell?”

“Hm?” Obi-Wan replied, fighting the droop of his eyelids. 

“The force clears,” Anakin said, voice sonorous. “The dark retreats.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan’s eyes started falling closed. “That’s nice.”

“So we have time. To figure out the rest.”

 “Very nice,” Obi-Wan murmured.

His padawan curled against him, force presence like ocean waves rocking him to sleep.

“The force says it’s going to be alright,” Anakin whispered, wonderingly. “It’s going to be alright.”

Obi-Wan smiled, then once again slipped back to sleep.

[ddeck]

[nobie]

it makes me physically ill thinking about what we could've had *ugly crying*

[deserthusbands]

cody: how did you know i'd be here?

obi-wan: i just... knew.

cody: you knew?

obi-wan: mhm.. and, cody? i'm not quite sure that two cups of tea is necessary. it's rather late.

cody: one of them was for you.

obi-wan: oh? how did you know i was coming?

cody, sheepishly: i.. 'hem, i had a feeling.

obi-wan, chuckling softly: oh we're a ridiculous pair, aren't we?

[dontbelasagnax]

little longer than a drabble tatooine husbands drabble 🫶

"You know what your problem is?" If anyone else said this to Cody, he'd break their arm. However it's Obi-Wan. And he happens to deliver it with adoration and hearts dancing in his eyes. 

"What," Cody says in a drawl drier than the hottest day on this Force-forsaken scorched dustball of a planet. 

"You worry entirely too much, my dear."

Cody looks at him. It's a long look. One that ferments the longer it goes. "Right." 

"Mhm." He sounds so satisfied as he moseys into Cody's personal space that hasn't belonged to only himself in a considerable amount of time. "I believe I have the facilities to ease such a predicament."

Cody lets himself be nudged to lean against their kitchen counter. His hands find the soft woven tunic around Obi-Wan's unbelted waist. He'll allow himself to be distracted for this; if he's correct about where this is going. "You do?"

This close together, the wrinkles of Obi-Wan's face blur. "Yes," he says and warm lips meet Cody's. 

Cody's eyes fall shut. His husband has a gift because, yeah, the soft, insistent press of his body wipes the thoughts from Cody's mind. Easy as anything he gets lost in kiss after kiss. A thumb rubs warm, tantalizing circles just under the hem of his hastily thrown-on top. 

When Obi-Wan pulls away, Cody follows. Whiskers nuzzle his cheek instead. Words spoken are a quiet reassuring balm he would never ask for. "Rooh and the banthas are fine. They've likely wandered to graze." That in itself does not bode well but Obi-Wan continues, "No, the local Tusken tribe won't go back on their word and do anything untoward to the dears. They're more likely to return them to us. Our girls are just fine."

Cody exhales long and slow. He noses in closer as the tension releases from his body. A warm embrace. 

"Okay?" asks Obi-Wan. Both his hands are under Cody's shirt now, rubbing up his back. 

"Yeah." 

He feels Obi-Wan smile against his cheek. "Now then," lips purse and lightly kiss him, "come back to bed. By the time I'm done with you the girls will have returned and the Lars will be expecting us for lunch."

Cody follows Obi-Wan back to their rumpled bed, fighting back a smile. When his back meets the mattress and he has a lapful of Obi-Wan he lets it melt away into the joy of life thrumming through his blood. 

It's not always like this. They have their moods. The days when the past echoes too loud in the quiet of the desert. But he's here. He's alive. His joints ache and his hair is threaded with more grey than black these days. And, against all odds, Obi-Wan's here with his own hands worn with age that fit perfectly in Cody's.

The first sun starts to creep up over the horizon, filtering in through a slatted window, and Cody mind blurs to enjoy their lazy early morning lovemaking.

[bunnie-online]

desperate boy. {A.S.}

pairing: sub!Anakin Skywalker x dom! fem reader

MINORS DNI. THIS IS 18+

summary: after not seeing you for weeks, Anakin can't wait to feel you again.

warnings: femdom, slight humiliation kink, teasing, orgasm denial.

word count: 1,059

Anakin was so far gone. His mind was betraying him while he was trying to fly himself and Obi-Wan back to the Jedi temple safely. He knew that he was going to see you soon, every time he tried to think about something wholesome, thought of you bent over, panting and screaming his name flooded his thoughts. It was a painfully long flight home, trying to keep himself at bay, figuratively and literally. As soon as the speeder touched down, Anakin basically sprinted from the landing pad to your room. To his surprise you were there waiting for him. He nearly knocked you over when he embraced you, squeezing you tightly. "Oh.. How I've missed you." He whispers huskily, making you shiver.

"Anakin, wait until we get into my room, we could be caught!" You giggle, Anakin nipping at your neck started to tickle. He opens your door with the Force, and backs you into your own room, his body never leaving yours. He backs you into a wall. "Ani.. Ani..." you gasp in between Anakin's impatient kisses. "Anakin!" you say sternly. He jumps. You can feel the goosebumps form on his skin. "You need to learn how to wait." Your voice low and seductive. You place you hands on his chest and move him backwards. His gorgeous blue eyes are blown out, widened with surprise. " 'm sorry" he slurs his words, already drunk off the pleasure that he has yet to receive. "You're going to do everything I say. Understood?" you gaze into his eyes, making your place known. "Y-Yes. I understand." he stutters out, but still nods obediently. "Kneel." you command. He drops to his knees, no questions asked. His eyes almost tearing up, awaiting your next command. You waltz around him, circling him like he's your personal, pretty prey. Anakin is basically shaking in anticipation. "Now, do you think that coming in here, forcing yourself upon me like a depraved horny being, makes you a good boy?" You ask, trailing you pointer finger along his jawline, forcing him to make eye contact with you. He shakes his head in shame. "Words, Anakin." you reprimand him. "No. It doesn't." his voice barely above a whisper. "And bad boys don't get what they want, do they?" you look down on him, your eyes darkening. "No... they do not." he was so delectably embarrassed, his arousal begging to be set free. "So. You're gonna listen and be a good boy, okay? Then I'll think about giving you what you want." an audible whine comes from him as soon as you finish your sentence. "I'll be good! I'll listen! I promise!" his voice is slightly pitched up, desperation dripping off of every single word. "Ah ah ah... Too eager. You need to wait, baby." you stroke his cheek, earning another whine from the very pretty boy kneeling in front of you. "Can't wait anymore" his voice cracks. "Need you, need to cum, please, it's been so long." He's almost in tears. Your heart (and other parts) aches for him, poor thing, he probably didn't touch himself the whole time he was gone, he's probably gonna burst soon. You get down on his level, joining him on the floor. "You've been so pent up, huh?" you take his face into both of your hands. He nods frantically. "Mhm! Haven't cum in so long, was waiting for you." tears of embarrassment and frustration well up in his eyes. "Oh you poor baby." You say, your voice feigning sympathy. "I'm gonna help you, okay Pumpkin." your voice sounded sweet, but your intentions are nothing but sinister. "Oh thank you, thank you." he repeats, already panting heavily. "Stand up, pretty boy." you order. He stands, his legs shaking from the adrenaline and anticipation. You couldn't ignore his arousal if you tried. It made the heat between your thighs grow more and more unbearable. You can't give in now though, how will your impatient, desperate boy learn his lesson? You can't reward his behavior. He has to learn. "Lean against the wall." you command him. He steps behind you, to switch your places. You turn around, still on your knees. "Be good for me, Ani." your voice low and commanding, making the man before you shiver. His voice caught in his throat, only leaving him to nod. You pull his pants down, suddenly, causing him to gasp, he looks away, his face suddenly crimson red. "Oh~ would you look at that. My boy is so sooo needy, hm?" you lean in and place a kiss on his left thigh. "Ohh" he groans, having you so painfully close to where he wants you, resisting the urge to grab your hand and place himself inside it.

"pleasepleaseplease" He whispered frantically as you continue to plant kisses all over his thighs and pelvis, actively avoiding his cock. "Still so desperate." you lightly graze your index finger along his shaft, stopping at the tip. "Ah! Please I'm too sensitive for this" he whines.

"Oh, I'm sorry, handsome. I shouldn't tease should I?" You plant another kiss right next to the base of his dick. Earning a whine, paired with a thrust of his hips. You decided to give in... for now,

You wrap you hand around him, stroking up and down while maintaining eye contact with him, until his roll into the back of his head. He's moaning loudly, his body spasming every once and a while. He wasn't lying when he said he was sensitive. "Aw Ani. I haven't even done anything yet." you laugh. His face flushes once more, he hide in his hands. You decide to push the limits and put him in your mouth. He got louder, his hands moving from his face to your hair. "Ah! No no no I'm so close already. Fuck!" he moans, you're convinced the entire Jedi temple can hear him, that spurs you on. You pick up your pace. "B-Babe. Baby! If you don't stop, 'm gonna cum!" he cries out. You take this as your sign to pull off of him. "Well if you say so." You wipe your mouth with your thumb, never breaking eye contact with him. You stand up. "W-Wait no! Wait don't stop!" His voice breaks, you could've sworn a tear rolled down his cheek. "Remember, Anakin. Only good boys get what they want."

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ahhh this was my first time writing in a WHILE, let alone writing smut AHHH i'm sorry if this is ass

~ bunnie!

[enviedear]

tread carefully ⟶ anakin skywalker

description ⌙ anakin and you attempt to negotiate a treaty with an outer rim planet while you're also attempting to hide your feelings from him. pairing ⌙ anakin x fem!reader warnings ⌙ nsfw, minors dni i will block you (piv, oral, fem receiving, overuse of praise, lmk if i missed any) word count ⌙ 3.5k

— request | masterlist

if you didn't know how much i love friends to lovers now you will especially if it's ani

inspired loosely by this song by mother sza

you're enjoying yourself far too much. there's a faint condescending smile gracing your lips as you stare down the young man just paces away from you. it's unavoidable, you think, the grand joy you get from annoying him.

anakin however, is visibly over it. his jaw is clenched tightly, arms crossed, and eyes dark. he looks like the divine personification of irritation.

"give it back." he says, voice dripping in indignation.

you shrug, looking down at the stolen lightsaber in your hands, "but it's such fun keeping it from you."

in truth, it certainly was fun. hilarious even, that despite his role as jedi knight and yours as the daughter of a senator, you were faster than him. and despite the fact that you’ve now run into a wall, the victory of the chase is more than enough.

"don't make me come and take it. be civilized and hand it over." he makes his way closer to you as he speaks.

you smile, "come and take it then."

he wastes no time, outstretching his hand and using the force to pry the weapon from your grip. you knew he would eventually, but you're thankful for him playing into the joke for this long.

'a test in patience’, he often titled you.

clipping the weapon back onto his belt he gives you an exasperated look, "y/n, we don't have time for this. we're supposed to be leaving for kiros now."

you grab a hold of his robes, pulling him closer to you, "the ship is a ten-minute walk, skywalker. stop acting so official," you narrow your gaze, "besides you started it."

he looks at you incredulously, "me?"

you hum, letting go of him and making your way toward the ship.

his hand finds your shoulder as you walk, setting him at your pace, "please elaborate. i'd love to know how i prompted this."

you can't help but smile, "you ignored me at the banquet last night. i was forced to talk with senator lybi's son, and he was annoyingly adamant about a marriage between the two of us."

anakin chuckles, "he's harmless, just a little love-sick for a pretty girl."

you groan despite how much you enjoy his title of you, "easy for you to say, you weren't on the other end of his advances."

anakin glances at you with a smirk, "contempt doesn't suit you, y/n. and besides, i'm pretty sure i saw you dancing with organa's nephew after lybi's son left you alone."

you roll your eyes, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your mouth, "that was just to pass the time. you know i only have eyes for you, skywalker."

he chuckles, but there's a hint of seriousness in his tone as he responds. "mhm, you flatter me. but we really need to focus on the mission at hand. i don't want to mess this up. obi-wan would never let me hear the end of it."

you nod, the playful banter dissolving into a more serious conversation. "right. the separatist situation on kiros is getting worse by the day. we can't afford any distractions."

anakin's grip on your shoulder tightens, his eyes meeting yours with a sense of determination. "we'll get through it together. just like always."

you smile, feeling a warmth spread throughout your chest at the familiar reassurance. anakin is your earliest friend, your best-kept and most sacred relationship. from young children who used to play-fight in the jedi temple's halls, to young adults who fly to the beck and call of political superiors. but he was so different now, older, a bit wiser, and so unbelievably handsome.

you've been on countless missions with him, most often accompanied by your father or master obi-wan, but this mission to kiros was tasked simply to the pair of you.

a simple treaty arrangement, going over new regulations regarding the separatists' forces. however, you haven’t been alone with him in so long, and you’re desperately trying to halt your mind from delving into stupid fantasies.

it is difficult though, especially when you looked into his eyes. brilliant blues that seemed never-ending. or his hands that always seemed to find you. but mostly, it was his lips sent you into an absolute frenzy. so full and kissable, you thought of them far too much for a best friend.

upon arrival to the small ship, you check over your documents as anakin prepares to fly. he sits in the pilot seat with a stern concentration, and it's not long before your papers go unread.

you watch him tackle the numerous buttons and switches with ease, tongue wetting his lips in concentration. you can't help but admire the way his muscles flex as he maneuvers, the way his hair falls over his forehead. your heart races as you think about what it would be like to run your hands through it.

anakin's voice interrupts your thoughts. "are you ready?"

you nod, taking your seat beside him, in the co-pilot chair. not that he'd ever let you try to fly. not since you crashed his last delta-7.

as the ship ascends, you can feel a pit in your stomach. the mission frightened you a bit. you were always apprehensive of going into neutral territories for that fact that anyone could be lurking, but deep down, you know what's truly gotten you so worked up.

"y/n, are you alright?" anakin asks, his eyes scanning yours, before looking back ahead.

you take a breath before replying with a soft smile, "i'm fine, anakin. don't get too caught up in my emotions."

he gives you another look, "that’s hard to do when they're basically jumping out at me."

you feel hotter, scared you may have let your little secret slip, "i'll watch myself from now on. besides, this shouldn't be a difficult task. i've got this treaty negotiation stuff down now. i bet we'll be back in coruscant for breakfast tomorrow."

anakin nods, but you can tell he can sense your little lie. he knows you too well, and it's always been impossible to keep anything from him.

he reaches over to you tentatively, hand engulfing your own. "you don't have to hide anything from me, y/n. you know that, right? you can tell me if something's wrong."

your heart races at his touch, and you feel your cheeks flush. "i know," you reply softly.

anakin's hand lingers on yours for a moment longer before he pulls away and focuses back on the controls. the ship hums as it speeds through space, and you try your best to focus on the task at hand.

as you approach kiros, anakin begins to prepare the ship for landing. you can feel the tension building inside you at the thought of doing political negotiations without the experience of your father.

anakin looks over at you once more, sensing your apprehension. "don't worry," he says, giving you a reassuring smile, "i won't let anything happen to you."

you believe him, as you always do. anakin has never let you down before, not even when things got rough. the two of you have been through so much together, and he has always been there for you. he's your best friend, your closest ally and confidant, and the most important person in your life.

the ship lands smoothly on the ground, and anakin turns to you, "ready?" he asks, you nod in response.

you're more than ready. you're determined to get this done as quickly and as effectively as possible.

you and anakin exit the ship and are greeted by one of the representatives of kiro's government. he escorts the both of you to the meeting place, an older building lined with statues of kiro's most famous leaders.

you eye the room anakin and you are ushered into, small but large enough for a grand round table. you go to say something to the jedi, but before you're able, the kirosian delegates huddle into the room.

the kirosian politicians waste little time before delving into the politcal documents. you listen attentively to their concerns and proposals and take notes meticulously. anakin is quiet for most of the meeting, his eyes darting around the room, taking in every detail. you can tell he's assessing the situation, trying to detect any hidden agendas or threats.

the negotiations go on for hours, and you start to feel yourself grow tired. but then, anakin's hand finds yours under the table, and you snap back to attention. his touch sends electricity through your entire body, and you perk back up at the feeling.

finally, after much discussion, the treaty is signed, with only one representative in opposition. you and anakin stand up, both of you feeling a sense of relief. as you walk back to the ship, anakin takes your hand again, and you feel a flutter in your stomach.

he had such a penchant for touch, and it's becoming more challenging for you to mask your glee at such occurrences.

"care to make a stop before heading home? we're not due back until tomorrow?" anakin asks as you make your way back onto the ship.

you smirk, "and let the jedi council and my father believe you've kidnapped me?"

he shrugs, "that, or, we could say negotiations went on longer than expected and that we need to stop for fuel. the closest center is closer to krios anyway, not the way back," he gives you an expectant look, "please, i promise it'll be worth it."

you can't tell him no, not when he looks at you so sweetly and perfect, "fine, but you'll have to be the one to explain our tardiness."

he smiles, inching into the pilot seat, "anything for you."

as the ship takes off, you feel excited for whatever he has planned. anakin was always an adventurous and spontaneous spirit, to the chagrin on one obi-wan, and being with him always felt like a whirlwind of excitement. the anticipation in your stomach has only grown since he took your hand during the negotiation.

as you fly towards a planet you're unfamiliar with, anakin turns to you with a mischievous grin, "i have a surprise for you."

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued, "oh really? and what's that?"

he gives you a shy look, "i booked us a room at the resort. the one we saw advertised a few months ago. we can spend the night there, just the two of us."

your heart skips a beat. you can feel yourself getting warmer, but you can't deny how tempting the idea sounds, "anakin, i don't know if that's such a good idea-"

but he cuts you off, "come on, we deserve it. we never have time together like we used to."

you want to say, 'of course, because we were children then. now the mere sight of you makes me want to pull you into bed with me', but you refrain, opting for, "okay, ani."

as the ship lands, you follow him out into the warm evening air. he takes your hand, yet again, leading you to a large building.

the resort is astounding, a sprawling complex with lush gardens and sparkling pools. you've never heard of it before, but anakin takes the lead, helping you find your room. he gives you a look before opening the door with a flourish.

the room is opulent, reminiscent of a royals' quarters and you're immediately wondering as to how he was able to pay for it.

"there's a library on the fourth floor and a bathhouse outside near the pools— I thought you'd like it," his arms wrap around you, pulling your back into him, "i hope you like it."

you're at a loss for words for a few seconds, taking in the beautiful room and the strong arms holding you indelibly close. you want to turn, bridge the gap, and take his lips into yours. you want to tell him so badly that this is a horrible idea, that you're far too consumed with him to share such a landscape with him.

but you don't, "i love it, anakin. i can't believe you did this for me." your hands find his, resting at your stomach.

anakin turns you around and brings his lips down close to your ear, "anything for you, y/n," he murmurs, his breath tickling your skin.

you shudder with pleasure at the sound of his voice and lean into him. you know that you shouldn't be here, but you can't resist the pull that he has on you.

for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything else, to just be in this moment with him. but as his hands wander down to your hips, pulling you into him in a foreign way, you begin to feel a sense of guilt and shame. you know this is turning into something different, something wrong.

"i can't," you say softly, pulling away from him. "we shouldn't be here like this, anakin."

he looks at you with confusion and concern in his eyes. "what's wrong? is it the room? i can get us another one if you don't like it."

you shake your head,"no, it's not the room. it's me. i’m not thinking the way i should, and i’m scared of saying or doing the wrong thing."

he takes your hand and pulls you close to him again. "you could never, you only ever tell me the right things."

you take a deep breath, knowing that what you're about to say could ruin everything. the friendship you've built and the rules you know he's meant to follow, "anakin i don't think of you as i should anymore. i fear i've grown an unwelcomed attachment to you, and i don't want to wreck everything."

anakin's eyes widen in shock, "what are you saying?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"i'm saying that i've fallen for you, anakin," you whisper, eyes glassy, "and i know it's wrong, i know it, but i can't help how i feel. believe me, i've tried."

anakin looks at you for a moment, his face unreadable. then he gives you a soft smile, turning you forward and taking your face in his hands, "you could never wreck anything, y/n," he says softly. "i feel the same way. and i’ve fought it for too long. i love you, and i want you. if you'll let me.”

you stare at him in shock. you had never expected him to say anything of the sort. for a moment, you just stand there, staring at each other.

but then he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. a gentle kiss at first, tentative. but then it becomes something more, something you've never known before, and you find yourself getting lost in the feeling.

you know that you're doing something wrong, that this could have serious consequences. but for the moment, you don't care. all you care about is the way that anakin makes you feel, the way that he's always made you feel.

as you deepen the kiss, anakin's hands trail down your body, pulling you closer to him. the heat between the two of you is unmistakable, and you can feel your heart racing as each second floats by.

there's the rational part of you, the part that knows that this can't continue— it goes against everything the jedi order stands for— but in this moment, you can't find fault in your actions.

anakin breaks away from the kiss, eyes holding an intense longing that you've never seen them carry before, "i want you," he says, voice raspy and rough with desire, "i need you, more than anything."

you incline into him in agreement, trying to wordlessly vocalize your complete surrender into his lust. together, you stumble towards the nearest wall to lean against, and anakin begins to kiss down your neck, while his hands roam your body.

you moan softly, and he pulls back to look you in the eyes, "say it back," he pleads, his voice ragged with need.

"i need you too," you express, and the words come out without a hint of hesitation, "i need you so badly."

anakin wastes no time in returning his lips to yours and you both give in to each other with fervor. it's like a wildfire, consuming your every thought and measure, altering into something unknown and yet all-encompassing. as if nothing else exists— only this moment, only him.

your hands travel up onto his chest as he guides your hips closer against him, lifting your dress so that he can set his grip upon your inner thighs. you gasp at his touch, so familiar to you and yet entirely new.

you desperately want to feel his skin, the muscles of his chest, anything— so you make a definitive move to remove his tunic. anakin smiles into you and pulls away to help, revealing himself to you.

you look up at him, struck with want, "you're so perfect, ani."

he stifles a groan and lifts you. instinctively your legs wrap around him, arms coming to meet each other around his neck. he holds you tightly, as though you'd fall away from him, as he carries you onto the plush bed.

"i've wanted you like this for so long, y/n," his voice flutters against your neck, and you feel his hands begin to make work of the buttons holding your dress together, "you’re all i can think about."

your head feels empty at his words, "please," is all you can musteer in response, lifting slightly so that he can pull your dress over your head, leaving you exposed before him.

he takes you in, and ravages you with his blues. you watch as his gaze dips to your chest and take a sharp intake of breath when he gently cups your breasts.

"so pretty," he coos, head dipping back down to your neck, slowly descending down until he finds the bulb, giving it a chaste kiss.

you shiver at his contact, fingers tangling in his soft hair and tugging ever so slightly as he continues traversing further down your body. anticipation radiates through you until finally, anakin brings himself eye-level between your legs. his hands snaking up the inside of your thighs gently pushing them apart, tranquil heat radiating from him to overpower what had once been any fear or worry bubbling up within you.

he pulls back just enough so that you can look up into those dreamy blues once more only to be met with nothing but a pure carnal desire radiating from within them, "say it again, tell me you want me, please.” he speaks before lightly pressing a kiss to your inner thigh— eyes searching yours for confirmation at what has suddenly become something so much more than desire itself—trust

"i want you," you reply earnestly, "i always have."

that's all the permission he needs, and you watch in awe as his head sinks down to your center. he's teasing at first, giving you soft kisses until you're moaning in response. more—that's what you want, and you're sure he knows, as he begins to tongue your clit, arms pulling you further into him.

you're lost in sensation—eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself spinning into an abyss of pleasure. it's almost too much, but just as you begin to near your climax, he pulls away.

your eyes open, finding him fumbling with his trousers, sliding the, away and freeing himself.

"c'mere," he gestures for you, and you fall onto your knees, head inches under his own. he grabs you, flipping you on top of him, settling into the bed. he feels divine beneath you and you can't help but to grind down into him, eliciting a groan from him, "fuck, do that again."

you do, and it's like a key unlocking something inside of you. he guides your hips as you begin to move against him, letting out moans above him.

his hands, strong and calloused, guide you to a halt and make you rise just enough for him to palm himself, his tip toying at your entrance. you look at him through hooded eyes before pressing down, feeling him begin to enter you.

his eyes roll back, "that's right, just like that," you can't help the sounds that come from you at his praise, and he continues to sing you honors, "my pretty girl, you're doing so well. c'mon you can take more."

that's all it takes for you to settle onto him fully, feeling full from his length. as you sink down fully, anakin grabs your arm, nails innocently biting into you, "that's my girl."

you ride him—slow and steady at first, rocking back and forth in unison as you both close your eyes to bask in the moment. it isn't long before you begin to pick up speed, thrusting yourself onto him quicker.

his other hand comes around to grip the side of your neck, pushing down delicately until your lips meet again. he's a groaning mess into your mouth, thrusts beginning to overtake you. you falter, but he takes control, arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. his lips pull away from yours and begin to leave sloppy kisses at your neck, stopping to issue you more praise, more adoration.

"i love you," anakin breathes out between thrusts—voice gravely now—"so much."

it's almost too much for you at those words and you're barely able to respond coherently, "i love you, too."

you can do nothing but move with him, arms wrapping around to grip at his back as you both reach the peak. a blissful moan of ecstasy leaves your lips and he follows soon after, finally stilling against you.

sated and exhausted, you collapse onto his chest—tears beginning to gather in your eyes at his admission.

anakin notices this, and he tilts up your chin so that your gaze is set upon him once again. "i mean it," he speaks softly into her ear before planting a kiss on her forehead, "i adore you, sweet girl."

and you know he does, truly— as do you.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Obi-Wan: -and that is why it is highly important that we take the time to learn their culture and understand just to why they are so touched

Anakin, totally listening: mhm ya no makes sense

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Anakin: -Threepio’s code is so advanced that people have been sabotaging my son by taking Artoo, his boyfriend

Obi-Wan, also totally listening: Oh, that’s terrible dearest

[formlessvoidbeast]

“I'm surprised Jas'buir wasn't trying to break through the airlock before we even finished landing,” Jango said. “Something urgent came up with the Manufacturing Union. He'll be back in time for late meal,” Arla promised. “Anyway, I was sent to make sure Obi-Wan's first stop in Keldabe is the baar'ur.” “Oh, there's no need for that,” Obi-Wan protested from amongst the purring striile. “I'm perfectly fine.” “Mhm.” Arla had learned her unimpressed look from their birth buir. It was extremely effective. Jango felt chastised and he wasn't even the target. “And your immunizations are seven hundred years out of date. You're going to the baar'ur to make sure you stay fine. Mand'alor's orders.”

across the doorsill where the two worlds touch Sleeping Beauty AU Chapter 7

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Just thought of Ani on a mission in a bar and sees his secret gf dressed hot and they have a quickie in the bathroom while Obi Wan is distracted

stop because i've had this stewing in my inbox, you don't understand how excited I get when I see ur user pop up 😭💕

lil nsfw anakin drabble below <3

this is like the most anakin coded idea I've ever seen in my life. I just imagine (padawan 😼) anakin finding out he and obi-wan are steaking out a few people at a bar. so he very secretively comms his girlfriend his location and gets you to come over.

when he sees you walk in the door he loses his shit and starts blushing n getting all hard right next to obi-wan. you lock eyes with him and wink at him before getting a drink. obi-wan see's the wink and looks at anakin's flushed face "nervous anakin?" "n-no master" he lies. "focus this mission doesn't need to involve your hormones" obi-wan tells him. but like dawg how's pretty little anakin meant to control himself when you're wearing such a short skirt?

his eyes are glued to you the entire time as you have a drink at the bar and dance for a while. he gets angry every time a guy nears you and you politely decline his advances. obi-wan gets sick of anakin's incessant staring and moves to the bar to get a better view of the criminals they were watching.

you walk over to the bathroom and nod your head toward the door signalling for him to follow. he eagerly does jumping from his seat and secretly (it's actually really obvious tbh stealth skills are lacking) goes with you. he spots the red panties hung on the last stall door and finds you in there.

"hello jedi" you tease but he can't even think of a reply before he's kissing you and pressing you against the wall. "you're so pretty" he whines lifting you into his arms. you giggle and kiss him feverishly. "you better be quick before your master finds you in here" it's a challenge for him and he makes quick work of removing his robes to fuck you.

he barely has time to tease you how he likes before he's inside you making you bite down on his shoulder to keep quiet. anakin continues to pound you against the wall whispering jibberish into your ear, something about how hot you look and how desperate he is. he's trying to be a gentleman and use the force to assist in holding you up to play with your clit.

the messy sloppy sounds echo through the bathroom as he slams into you repetitively. "close?" he asks. "mhm, good boy" and that in itself sends him over the edge. cumming deep inside of you while your walls clench him hard, coming down from your orgasm.

anakin doesn't want to put you down, he'd prefer to carry you home but he's currently meant to be on jedi duty. he helps you stand up straight and you give him one more sloppy kiss before shoving your panties into his pocket. "baby...i don't wanna leave" he whispers. "don't worry my darling, I'll keep your cum inside of me till you get home" you coo wiping the lipstick marks from his lips with your thumb.

he rushes to the sink to scrub his face, almost completely hard from the last thing you said. "anakin! where have you been?" obi-wan asks with furrowed brows. "I needed to use the bathroom" "for 20 minutes?" "it's not my fault the cafeteria food makes me sick" anakin lied. obi-wan knew what that dirty little fuck just did and stormed out unable to cope with him tonight.

you made it even worse by sending anakin a "good luck" photo of your tits after <3

[tennessoui]

For whenever you feel in the playmaker writing mood, I would love to read the scene where Anakin comes home to baby Ray and is just like what. what.

here you go!!! 2.5k of playmaker au, specifically anakin coming home to find that obi-wan has stolen a baby from a grocery store

(warnings: playmaker anakin? specifically playmaker anakin about babies?)

(2.5k)

When Anakin opens the door to his house to the ear-splitting sound of a baby crying, he almost closes it once more to check that he has the correct place. But of course he does. No one else’s entryway could possibly be this messy. 

Luke and Leia’s shoes are thrown in a hectic pile by the doormat, Luke’s football balanced precariously on the toes of his cleats. Leia’s school bag has been discarded on the short bench Obi-Wan had wheedled one of Anakin’s men into installing, built into the wall. 

It’s definitely Anakin’s house; over the wailing of the strange baby, he can hear his own baby’s low murmurs. Frozen as he is with the door half open and half closed, he can even hear the distinct whine of Luke’s voice.

His eyebrows furrow; he steps forward, firmly into the house, and shuts the door behind him. His jacket has barely cleared his shoulders before the pattering of little feet greet him.

“Make him give it back!” Leia’s voice shrieks out. It’s a particularly grating sound, one that Anakin hasn’t heard for several years and absolutely has not missed.

He closes his eyes and intentionally hangs his gun holster on the hook next to his jacket. “What did Luke take, baby?” “Nothing!” Luke cries. He sounds just as distraught as his sister. Anakin exhales slowly through his nose before turning around and crouching down. One twin immediately comes within the circle of his arms. The other hangs back, looking distrustful.

Which is probably why Leia will be the one to inherit his criminal empire when it’s time. 

“What did you take, Luke?” he asks his son, hefting him up into the air as he stands. “And whose fucking baby is that screaming?”

There’s muted movement from the other end of the long entrance hallway, and then Obi-Wan Kenobi rounds the corner, arms full of a baby swaddled in a yellow blanket. Its face is red from crying, but it’s seemingly more content now. A pacifier has been stuck in its mouth at least.

“Yours,” Obi-Wan says primly, adjusting his hold on the baby.

Anakin squints at him and then down at the child. “Well that’s a fucking lie, sweetheart,” he says, taking a cautious step forward. Leia skitters to duck behind his leg.

Smart girl. If Obi-Wan thinks—what, that Anakin slept with a woman a year ago while on a business trip—who knows what the boy is capable of? After all, Obi-Wan values loyalty above all else. 

“Cause I don’t remember anyone else in my bed but you,” he adds, eyes examining the play of shadows and emotions across Obi-Wan’s face. The other man’s hair is up in a loose bun. He’s wearing the remnants of a respectable suit. He doesn’t look like a boy who is planning to cut his losses and run out of Coruscant tonight.

Not that he’d get far, of course, but he certainly doesn’t look like a man who is planning to try. 

“If people are only yours by blood, does that mean I’m free to go?” Obi-Wan replies archly, turning his back to Anakin and marching into their living room. 

Anakin watches him go, speechless. 

He crouches down on the ground again and carefully places his son back onto the floor. “Luke, baby, Leia,” he says, unable to take his eyes off of the empty doorway. “Go upstairs.”

“Make him give it back, Daddy,” Leia says, tugging on the edge of his shirt. “I don’t like it.”

“Mhm,” Anakin replies. From what he’s seen so far, he isn’t much of a fan either. “Go.”

They go, and Anakin allows himself a few moments to stare after them consideringly. One day, eventually, he will need them to be something more than well-trained puppies. He will need them to be something even more than attack dogs.

But that is a conundrum for a later day. Now, he stands on his feet and follows after his boy, who he can still hear gently murmuring in the living room. 

He leans against the doorway. Obi-Wan does not look as if he is going to throw anything at him or harm him bodily in any sort of way, but one can never be too sure with him. It’s part of the reason Anakin finds him so fascinating still after all these years.

But then, his little mouse has never so far stooped to physical violence. That’s more of Anakin’s beast.

“It’s not mine,” he says. It’s best to state these things clearly. “I want it out of the house. It’s upsetting the children.”

Obi-Wan does not look up from the baby in his arms. Its eyes are closed now, expression lax and trusting. The pacifier is still in its mouth. “She’s mine,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing over the skin of its cheek.

Anakin stills, half a step forward.

It’s two offenses in one blow. Obi-Wan’s attention is solidly on something not Anakin, when Anakin is speaking so directly to him. And if Obi-Wan says the baby is his, then he’s implying that he slept with some woman a year ago during one of Anakin’s business trips.

The image the sentence puts into his head has Vader roaring to the surface of his mind between one blink and the next. “If you think I would not hurt an infant for the crime of representing a past dalliance of yours, you are gravely mistaken,” he warns, hand clenching into a fist at his side. “So speak carefully, little mouse.”

“Monster,” Obi-Wan says, keeping his tone light. Keeping his eyes away from Vader’s face. He carefully raises the baby up and tilts his head down until he can rub his nose ever so gently against the baby’s own tiny nose.

“Yes,” Vader says stiffly. “So get rid of it or I will.”

Obi-Wan finally looks up at him. His eyes are blue steel.

Fuck, Vader hasn’t seen him look this stubborn about anything since he was tried in criminal court for the murder of Savage Oppress.

“No,” Obi-Wan says succintly. “She’s ours.”

This more than anything gives Anakin pause. “What.”

Obi-Wan raises to his feet and deposits the baby into a crib a few feet away. How had Anakin missed the fucking crib? When did Obi-Wan have the time to find a fucking crib?

“She’s our baby,” Obi-Wan says, running his hand along the edge of the crib. His head comes up and he gives Anakin a hard stare as if daring him to disagree. “She’s ours or she’s mine.”

There it is.

“You’re handing out ultimatums like that now, sweetheart?” Vader asks, stepping into the room and prowling towards his husband. “Think that’s smart, little mouse? Think you can threaten me like that? Think you can do that with no punishment?”

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan murmurs. His voice is rough. He moves to the outside of the crib, hands grasping the edges and body turned to face Vader as he approaches. “Because I’m serious, Anakin. I’m not going to give her away. I want her. You’re going to let me have her.”

“And its parents?” Anakin asks, boxing Obi-Wan in against the crib. “Its actual parents?”

“She’s adopted.”

“Did you steal it from an orphanage, Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s eyebrows fly up at the very idea. He still has to coax his little mouse into doing things of even a slight criminal nature half the time. His little mouse hates sitting on Anakin’s lap during his meetings, hates all the trappings and police tape that comes with being a mob wife.

It’s his past. It’s his sheriff father. It’s the talons of Qui-Gon Jinn’s ghost still sunk deep into his soul. It’s all of that shit, and despite it all, Anakin loves him. As much as a man like him, a man like Vader can love.

Obi-Wan’s flash away for a second. It’s an admittance of guilt. His cheeks begin to flush red.

“No,” he says and hesitates, pink mouth torn open. Anakin’s face breaks into the beginnings of a smile. His hands fall to rest on his waist. What’s going to come out of Obi-Wan’s mouth next will probably be the best confession he’s heard all day. “I stole her from her stroller.”

Anakin’s mouth falls open. 

“Excuse me?”

Obi-Wan’s chin juts up as he frowns at Anakin. “I stole her from her stroller. Her parents left her unattended. And–I wanted her.”

He isn’t sure if his eyebrows will ever lower. “You wanted her.”

“I wanted a baby,” Obi-Wan says very clearly. “The twins are old and they hate me now. I wanted a baby again.”

“The twins are not old,” Anakin replies automatically. “They’re ten. They’re children.”

His little mouse’s lips stay curled in a stubborn moue of defiance. 

“They don’t hate you,” he adds. “They adore you, baby. You know that. What they hate is that thing,” his hand gestures over Obi-Wan to encompass the crib and the baby. “Leia begged me to make you give it back.”

“Oh and how would that go?” Obi-Wan sniffs, looking haughtily down his nose at Anakin, as if he weren’t the one who just stole a fucking baby in broad daylight. “Oh, so sorry, I didn’t mean to take your baby, I just tripped and fell and it landed in my grocery cart by accident.”

“You stole a baby from a grocery store?” 

But Obi-Wan’s eyes are narrowed in consideration and a second later, he’s changing tactics. His hands slip from their defensive position on the crib’s edge, run up the length of Anakin’s arms to rest on the sides of his neck. His eyes go half-lidded. His mouth gets all glistening and wet. “Daddy,” he says.

“No,” Anakin says. “You can’t fuck your way into a baby, Obi-Wan—”

“I thought that’s how most couples got a baby,” Obi-Wan points out.

“You can’t banter your way into a baby either, fuck, Obi-Wan—”

“I can,” his boy says confidentally, pushing up against Anakin’s hips. “Because I really want a baby. And I already found a baby. Her name is Rey.”

“No, don’t name it, you’ll get attached to it—”

“I love you,” Obi-Wan murmurs. He pushes forward and stands up on his toes so that he can rub his nose along the line of Anakin’s jaw. “I want to raise a child with you. Just you and me, she’ll never know another parent. Don’t you want to raise a baby with someone you love? Someone you trust? You’ll never have to kill me. You know I love you—every part of you.”

Unlike your first wife, goes unsaid. Unlike the mother of your children.

It doesn’t go unheard.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, but he tightens his grip on the boy’s waist. “You stole a baby.”

“I murdered a good man for you,” he murmurs, dragging his lips over his. “I murdered a bad man for the twins. I stole a baby for us. Look what you’ve made me. Look what you’ve turned me into, darling.”

Anakin bites back another groan. His little mouse plays dirty now that Anakin’s taught him how. Or maybe that’s always been a part of him. Maybe that ruthless streak, that cunning brutality has always been there; maybe that’s what drew him to the undercover detective in the first place.

“Did you kill the parents at least?” Anakin asks, eyes falling closed. He cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth.

He cannot believe how easily he gave into those fucking blue eyes. 

“That’s your job,” Obi-Wan tells him, pressing a kiss to his lips. For a reward.

“Did you mock up the paperwork to make it look like a legal adoption?”

“Also your job,” Obi-Wan says again, brushing another kiss to Anakin’s face. Anakin’s hand grips the back of Obi-Wan’s hair, holding him close and in place.

“Obi-Wan…”

“I told the twins though,” Obi-Wan says quickly. He hooks his leg around the back of Anakin’s calf, winding his arms solidly around his neck.

“Yeah?” Anakin murmurs, letting his other hand trail down over the small of his back. “How’d they take that, baby?” Obi-Wan is silent. 

“Yeah,” Anakin says. “That’s what I thought.” Sharing their Obi-Wan’s attention? It’s bad enough they have to split it with each other and Anakin. Now there’s an entirely new thing demanding Obi-Wan’s time. His attention. His arms.

Anakin scowls automatically, just thinking about it.

“They’ll get used to her,” Obi-Wan says. His hands tighten on the back of Anakin’s neck. “They’re growing up. They don’t need me as much anymore.” His eyes are wet and big when he looks up at Anakin. He’s almost too tall to pull the move off anymore. “I just…I want to be needed, Ani. You’ve gotten me spoiled on the feeling. And I—I can’t go back to the other way.”

“Baby, of course we need you,” Anakin says, using his grip on Obi-Wan’s lower back to push him pointedly up against his covered cock.

Obi-Wan sighs into the kiss Anakin pushes on his mouth, and when he pulls back, he looks so fucking despondent that Anakin’s patience for anything but wiping that look from his little mouse’s face evaporates.

“Stop it,” he commands, thumbing at the skin beneath Obi-Wan’s eye rather roughly. “Stop it, we’re keeping it. Fine. We’re keeping it.”

“And you’ll talk to the twins?” Obi-Wan’s voice wavers. There’s at least a thirty percent chance it’s genuine emotion. “Tell them that she’s family? And that means they must protect her? Care for her even if they don’t love her?” Anakin’s eyebrows shoot up. Even though he’s been dead three years, Qui-Gon Jinn’s ghost seems to haunt half of Obi-Wan’s deeply rooted ideas and values. 

“I’ll get Rex and Ahsoka to start on the papers,” Anakin mutters, pulling away reluctantly from his husband’s all too soft and willing body—now that he’s gotten his way.

The baby—Rey, Anakin supposes—begins to whine once more.

Immediately, instinctively almost, Obi-Wan flips himself around so that he’s facing the crib, peering into and reaching down.

Out of curiosity, Anakin slots himself up against his back, unable to resist the slightest roll of his hips.

The baby blinks up at him. Her face is all squishy and red. Her eyes are clear, blue still, though Leia’s eyes were blue when she was born. Rey’s fingers dance in the air as she reaches for Obi-Wan plaintatively. 

The twins are not going to be happy.

But Obi-Wan is. He’s incandescent as he allows her to wrap her tiny fingers around his index finger.

“Does she at least have red hair?” Anakin murmurs, fairly plaintative himself. “It’ll be easier to trick myself into loving her if she looks like you.”

“She’s mine,” Obi-Wan replies, looking back at him slightly, hand still tangled with the infant’s. “You’ll love her.”

It still sounds like an ultimatum.

Anakin sighs; Anakin capitulates.

[sixtysixproblems]

guess who's back guys.

Chapter Summary:

Codywan crumbs, Batch Cubed makes it's introduction, and Ponds learns more holonet lore than he'd like.

Fic Summary:

Cody: Look, it's the vod who's so basic he's off the PH scale Wolffe: cody you nerd what the fuck does that even mean ~-~-~ Your standard chat-fic nonsense that accidentally developed plot arcs. Tags may change (T rating/no archive warnings will stay the same though), and the fic will get more plotty/angsty as time goes on :)

Tags & Shit:

Wordcount As Of Post: 57,096 Chapters As Of Post: 12/? Category: Primarily gen focus, but romance & ships do play a part. Relationships: Bly & Cody & Fox & Ponds & Rex & Wolffe, Bly/Aayla Secura, Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Fox/Quinlan Vos, Boba Fett & Ponds Other: Humor, Crack, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Angst, Emotional Hurt-Comfort

This was totally posted on may 4th in my timezone yep mhm definitely. im not two hours off at alllllll

[deserthusbands]

cody, murmuring, half asleep: cyare, do you think you could read to me?

obi-wan: of course, cody. is there anything you’d like me to read?

cody: manual,

obi-wan: your manual?

cody:

obiwan:

obi-wan: again?

cody: mhm.

obi-wan, sighing softly: very well.. for you.

[hanasnx]

A funny request for Anakin x female/nb reader, kinda goes against the lore but still lol: Anakin gets an updated metal hand, he gives the old one to you jokingly but whenever Anakin is away on a mission, he likes that you have it… for certain late night alone “I miss you” calls that leads to him asking if you have it near you. Anyway, one day, Obi comes across it lying out in your room & it makes for a fun teasing towards Anakin the next time he sees him.

forgive me i am not gifted in comedy requests i have such a horrible time with writing humor in my pieces bcos i can never get it natural

☥ if i’m not mistaken i think anakin is outfitted with a hand at the end of aotc that he replaces and then modifies. so maybe it does align with lore to give you the old one 💀

☥ i love what you said “for late night ‘i miss you’ calls” and then him asking if you’ve got it nearby ???? 🥵

“c’mon, angel, i know you do. bet you used it this morning…” he sighs through his labored breathing, fucking his fist while he talks to you. “i know how much you miss my cock in the mornings. you wake up horny…” you’re eyeing it hard, and give in. reaching for it from your bedside table and aligning it so you can use the pads of it against your clit. your little noise alerts him.

he laughs in an exhale. “yea, that’s what it’s there for. go on, let me hear you.”

☥ afterwards. leaving it discarded on your bed, you left to attend to your daily duties outside your dorm.

and obi-wan comes in looking for you. he doesn’t notice it at first, but his eyes sweep over and do a double take.

when anakin returns, obi sits next to him in the rec center.

“good trip?”

anakin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand after he takes a drink, setting it down with a grunt of acknowledgement and a nod. “everything went smoothly.”

“glad to hear it.”

“mhm.” anakin picks up his food to take a bite of it. the act is rather undisciplined, and juvenile. table manners were never anakin’s forte. he eats like it’s his last meal, and he must guard it from predators.

“your right hand working well?”

anakin blinks, but hums in affirmation anyways.

“good thing you replaced the old one. i wonder where it got off to. master mundi relayed to me how he’d like to study its structure. can you provide it to me later today?” break, anakin, confess.

anakin idles, slowing his chewing as he grasps for a response.

“ah, don’t worry.” obi pats his former padawan’s back as he rises. “i’ll ask (y/n). perhaps she’ll know of it’s whereabouts.”

anakin’s eyes follow kenobi’s back. and he swallows.

[fionajames]

OR IF MY PREVIOUS REQUEST IS TOO HARD, (hello again btw) what if Ahsoka never left the order? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤨🤨🤨

Like, she accepted the council’s invitation back into the Jedi. Did she still meet Bo-Katan and go to Mandalore?

This was a last minute idea that popped into my brain, and I’d like to see your thoughts on this. Ngl, this would be an actual amazing fic, and if anyone could pull it off, it’s you.

Sincerely, Sha 🫡

PS: Your work is amazing 🤩

hello sha!!!!!!!! and hello to everyone else!!!

i rlly love this idea and please if you want a part two request it, i apologise that this is so short.

(edit: I JUST POSTED THIS LIKE 2 MINS AGO AND I REALISED I FORGOT SMTH. YEAH, SO, YKNOW HOW I WAS DOING A 30 DAY WRITING THING AND ON DAY 2 STOPPED POSTING? MHM, WE'RE GONNA PRETEND THAT DIDNT HAPPEN. THIS IS DAY 2. THE PROMPT IS 'Accusation' AND THE ACCUSATION IS NOT IN THIS BUT RELVENT CAUSE YK YK YK HER TRIAL SO YEAH)

Ahsoka watched as the sun set in front of her, feet dangling off the edge of the Jedi Temple wall. Her Padawan braid - still gripped tightly in her hand - felt heavy with thoughts of doubt. Had she made the right choice by staying?

Coruscant had never looked more intense than it had whilst she was on the run, and she’d never experienced the lower levels like that before. Her heart cried for the small wisps of freedom she’d felt while running through the streets, unbound by the ties of the Jedi - free at last. She hated that she’d liked it so much - the taste of freedom, the taste of a life where she wasn’t a Padawan.

But, how could she leave her family? She couldn’t.

Ahsoka stood up as she pocketed her Padawan braid, not quite ready to put it back on. She strolled to Anakin’s room quickly, knocking on his door thrice. He opened it immediately and gave her a grin.

“I think I’m going to go for a walk,” she told him as they silently and in-sync linked their comms just-in-case. “Need some air.”

“Alright, Snips,” he told her fondly. Anakin spotted the missing Padawan braid but didn’t say anything. “Have fun, please come back.”

Ahsoka nodded, not smiling as she left. She made her way through the Temple quickly, breathing in huge gulps of air as she did. With no destination in mind, Ahsoka set off into the streets of Coruscant.

                                          -

It had been months since the Trial, and Ahsoka still wasn’t fully herself again. Anakin was worried, and Obi-Wan was sorrowed. Rex hadn’t left her side. Except, for when she went on her walks.

Ahsoka had made it a regular thing to go on a walk through Coruscant when she was home, and she was quickly learning her way around. Today, she was bounding from house to house just below the surface, laughing as her speed made her lekku flow in the wind.

She landed safely on a platform, dangling her feet over the edge to watch the traffic. Someone walked up beside her and through the Force, Ahsoka could feel their good-intentions. She didn’t move.

“Rather beautiful, isn’t it?” A sort-of-familiar voice spoke up and Ahsoka turned to see Bo-Katan sitting beside her. “My home planet was.”

“What happened to it?” Ahsoka asked, gazing back at the mesmerising lights and darkening sky. Before the bombing, she would’ve been alert and perhaps hostile at the return of the Mandalorian, now, she was just calm. She’d grown a lot in maturity, and she could tell it scared Anakin.

“A Sith has taken over Mandalore, and has enslaved my people,” Bo-Katan told her mournfully - yet with her voice un-shaking and strong. “He killed their ruler - my sister.”

Ahsoka turned to her with a face of soft sorrow and sympathy. “I’m deeply sorry for your loss,” she told the woman whose eyes squinted ever-so-slightly in surprise.

“I want you to help me,” Bo-Katan told her firmly. “I’ve seen you, you’re courageous and smart. My people need help.”

“Who is this Sith you speak of?” Ahsoka asked, crossing her arms. 

“His name is Maul.”

Ahsoka froze as a ripple of shock went up her spine. She’d heard of him of course - the Sith that had killed Obi-Wan's Master, the Sith who'd returned from the dead more-or-less recently. Former Sith, actually, but that didn’t matter.

“I will help you,” Ahsoka told her after a minute of thinking. She stood up and so did her ally. They shook hands firmly before parting ways. Ahsoka walked back to the Temple with her brows furrowed and hands clutching her lightsabers. 

As she walked, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the small, beaded braid. Ahsoka reached up behind her lekku and secured the braid onto her headdress.

She was going to help Bo-Katan, no matter what.

hope you all enjoyed!!!!!! yes, apparently, im back.

request people!!!!!!!

[hawkeykirsah]

So, this was originally supposed to be my fifth prompt fill for the Codywan Sleep Bingo that I didn't finish in time, so now you get it about three months too late.

Prompt used: Sleep position Back to Back Words: ~880 Rating G

Fic is under the cut!

Ghost Company had been on this Force-forsaken planet too long, if anyone asked Cody.

Nearly two weeks of trudging through ankle-deep mud, rain continuously sleeting from rolling gray skies, pooling into large puddles, the rivers bursting their banks. It was cold and damp and fucking miserable.

Communications with the rest of the 212th—be it on-planet or on the Negotiator—were spotty at best, courtesy of the deep valleys cutting through the mountains, and each evening brought the same course of action: the search for a comparatively dry campsite.

Boil was the one to shout out this time, his outstretched hand pointing at a slightly darker spot in the face of the rock to their right.

“I think you might be right,” Obi-Wan said, squinting through the sheet of rain pelting down on them. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” And with that he took off, jumping easily from rock to rock. 

It didn’t take long for Cody’s com to crackle, Obi-Wan’s voice filtering through for all to hear, “Tell Boil very well done indeed. It opens to a nice, dry cave. Watch out when you close up, the last ten meters are pretty slippery.”

“He heard you, General,” Cody replied, watching his ARF trooper preen at the General’s words. “Moving to your position now.”

#

The cave was a tight fit for the platoon but it was dry. They set up camp quickly, routine making sure everything ran like clockwork, and still it was near midnight before Cody found himself sitting beside Obi-Wan by a fire. Around them the men that weren’t on guard duty had settled for the night, quiet murmurs filling the air before they slowly went to sleep one by one.

Cody moved slightly, gaze sweeping through the cave once more, his back brushing against Obi-Wan’s. He winced. There wasn’t really much room to stretch out. 

“That alright, sir?” he asked, glancing at the general over his shoulder, hesitating to lean against him more fully.

“Certainly,” came the soft reply, followed by, “if you don’t mind?” as Obi-Wan shifted, settling more firmly against Cody. It couldn’t be very comfortable with Cody in his armor but Obi-Wan seemed unbothered by the discomfort.

A small smile snuck onto his face, “Not at all.”

“Try to get some rest, Cody. The men have things well in hand.”

“You, too, sir,” he replied, stifling a yawn, and relaxed against Obi-Wan’s broad back..

He returned his attention to his surroundings, gazing out at the curtains of rain beyond the cave entrance and the guard post set up just inside. He nodded to himself, satisfied, eyes growing increasingly heavy until they slipped shut.

#

Typo rubbed the sleep out of his eyes when Gearshift roused him to take over a watch. He got up and stretched, making room for the other to lie down. Blaze was already up, talking to Crys. All three had their eyes trained away from the cave entrance. Frowning, Typo followed their line of sight and started. There, back to back, sat the general and the commander, heads tilted back and leaning against each other.

A holorecorder clicked beside him and he turned his head to see Wooley wink at him.

“For our collection,” he said, keeping his voice low.

“Collection?” Typo asked, gathering the last of his gear.

“Mhm. We have a collection of holos of the Commander and the General falling asleep together on missions.”

There were several other telltale clinking sounds.

“So…I can take a holo of them?” he asked, adjusting his helmet. He didn’t have any other means of capturing an image.

“Yes, as long as it stays in the 212th unless Cody or Obi-Wan give the okay to share it more publicly. I’d go with asking the General, he’s easier that way,” Crys confirmed, suddenly appearing at his side. “Better get to your station before Cody wakes up and sees there’s nobody guarding the entrance.”

Typo nodded and quickly made his way over, but not before snapping an image.

#

Cody woke to something tickling his nose and the sound of low voices and hustling and bustling around him. He blinked lazily, finding himself looking at what seemed to be Obi-Wan’s ear and a strand of reddish hair. Right. He'd apparently fallen asleep leaning against his general on the dusty floor of a cave. Hopefully nobody had—

Click!

—taken a holo yet.

“Morning, Commander!” Waxer said cheerfully, not even bothering to hide the holorecorder in his hands. “You look almost comfy.”

Cody scowled at him because, fuck, he was stiff, when a slight shaking at his back caught his attention. Obi-Wan was laughing softly, tilting his head further back on Cody’s shoulder and looking up at Waxer. If Cody turned his head to the side he could easily brush a kiss to his cheek. He pushed that thought aside.

“Good morning, Waxer. Did you get all the holos you wanted?” Obi-Wan said, amusement coloring his voice despite the raspiness of sleep.

“And then some, sir,” came the reply.

“Well,” Obi-Wan said easily, standing up and dusting off his trousers before offering Cody a hand up, “you can all show us later but first let’s see if we can’t get off this blasted rock.”

Cody nodded, stopping Waxer before he could leave, and said, "show me."

He looked at the holo and nodded again, the corners of his mouth twitching to smile. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.