#anakin w an insane smile bc he loves his little master sm he's gonna cup him in his hands and squeeze reblog if u agree

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Obi meets a time travel suitless Vader

my friend!!! thank you sm for sending this in, once I read it I immediately got this idea and it has lived in my head rent free ever since......

I fudged with their ages a bit here…this is rots!Anakin but older, maybe in his early to mid-30s, and tpm!Obi-Wan but a bit younger, like very early twenties. so their age gap’s a bit smaller but rots takes place later in the timeline than canon I guess idk LOL

padawan!Obi-Wan, Sith!Anakin (freshly Fallen), suitless!Vader (re: freshly Fallen), minor background Anakin/Padmé but only bc George Lucas made me, obsessive n possessive Anakin, time travel, bc the Force is over their dramatic mustafar break up, enemies in that Anakin wants to kill Obi-Wan super bad bc he loves him so much (mood) to well this is a different time with a different Obi-Wan and that just might change Anakin’s plans now won’t it, 2k

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If Anakin was going to kill Obi-Wan before, he was going to destroy him now. Everything had been Obi-Wan’s doing, Obi-Wan’s fault, so this must be, too.

When the Council begrudgingly gave Anakin his seat while depriving him of his well-deserved title of Jedi Master, Obi-Wan had sat there, saying nothing. No “I tried, Anakin, I tried to get you your title,” not even just a smile and a “Soon, young one. Soon.”

And it was Obi-Wan they’d had ask him to spy on the Chancellor, Anakin’s friend. It was Obi-Wan who asked him to do such a vile thing – and yes, in retrospect, they’d been right to be wary of Palpatine, seeing as he was, indeed, the Sith Lord Sidious, but that wasn’t the point here. And Anakin knew why they had Obi-Wan do it. It was because Anakin had a hard time saying no to Obi-Wan, had a hard time disappointing his former master, even though that seemed to be all he ever did.

It was probably embarrassingly obvious, how much Anakin coveted Obi-Wan’s attention and praise. He wanted all of it for himself, and when he couldn’t get that, he’d provoke his master into scolding him just to get something. But Anakin could be deprived for only so long.

So it was Obi-Wan who’d pushed Anakin into Padmé’s arms; and then it was Obi-Wan who’d turned her against him, against the future they could’ve had, bringing peace and order to the galaxy at last.

They’d been blade to blade for what could have been minutes or hours, surrounded by the heat and flames of Mustafar. The war was over, at last, but of course Obi-Wan would push Anakin into yet another fight. Anakin could have nothing: no wife, no peace, no Obi-Wan. It made him see red.

If I can’t have him, no one can, was rushing through Anakin’s mind, through his veins as he landed blow after blow against his former master’s ‘saber. If Obi-Wan wouldn’t be his, he would die. And just Anakin was about to do the deed, just as he was about to cut down the object of all his desires, he’d appeared here, at the Jedi Temple.

Except, it wasn’t his Jedi Temple. There was Light and life flowing freely through the building; no sign whatsoever of the massacre Anakin and his battalion had performed here. Younglings ran about to their classes, padawans trailed diligently after their masters, the Force surged with various signatures greeting one another – it was pure, untouched, unscathed.

Anakin didn’t have enough patience to care. If he’d been thrown here, Obi-Wan had been too – he could feel his signature, bright as ever even if a bit altered. No matter; Anakin would know his signature in any time, any universe.

Obi-Wan’s presence got stronger and brighter as Anakin walked closer to the Council Chamber. Of course that’s where he’d go. Of course he’d hide away in the room Anakin detested the most. No matter; Anakin could easily turn Obi-Wan’s decision against him. He was going to make Obi-Wan watch as he tore the sacred room to shreds before he did the exact same thing to Obi-Wan himself.

Anakin turned down the hall, the Chamber doors in sight. He stalked quickly towards them, lips curled back into a snarl and lightsaber in hand, eyebrows furrowed and looking up through his lashes with fierce determination. As he approached, the doors swung open, and three people walked out, leaving behind the circle of seated Council members.

The three people leaving did not notice Anakin, probably because he’s standing stock still, frozen in place. Because standing in front of the now closed Chamber doors were Qui-Gon Jinn, his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, and a nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker.

This… He must have been thrown back in time, to the day he’d first come to the Temple. The day the Council said he was too old to be trained, despite all he’d done to be free and leave Tatooine – to leave his mother behind.

Anakin can’t tell if his heart is beating dangerously fast or if it’s stopped altogether.

Perhaps it’s the latter, because he’s sure if it was beating at all it would be deafening in his ears, and yet, as he watched Qui-Gon puts his hands on Anakin’s – on his shoulders, he heard as the man says to Obi-Wan, “I can feel your distress, Obi-Wan. No need to worry – Anakin here will be trained.”

Obi-Wan’s voice is curt, his eyes stuck to the floor. “Yes, Master.”

“Go and meditate, Obi-Wan. We will reconvene and discuss this later, when you are not shielding yourself up so fiercely.”

Hands clasped in the sleeves of his robes, Obi-Wan gives a short bow, mouth pressed into a tight line. “Yes, Master.” With that, he turned swiftly, walking towards Anakin, eyes still downcast. Anakin vaguely remembered this exact moment, how worried he’d been about becoming a Jedi that he didn’t even notice the clench in Obi-Wan’s jaw or the way he clearly avoided looking at Anakin at all.

Now, though, of course he noticed. And as he watched Obi-Wan walk to what Anakin knows will be the Room of a Thousand Fountains, a favorite spot of Obi-Wan’s, Anakin’s rage came rushing back. Not only would Obi-Wan never want Anakin the way Anakin needed him to, but it seemed he’d never wanted Anakin at all. Anakin had assumed Obi-Wan’s stand-offishness had been from grief from losing his master or perhaps even nervousness at being made a master himself so quickly. But even now – then? – Obi-Wan couldn’t even look at Anakin’s younger self.

Maybe if he killed Obi-Wan now, it would fix everything. Anakin would get a different master – maybe Qui-Gon, somehow, would survive. He’d never get to know Obi-Wan. He’d never get to fall in love with Obi-Wan. He’d never get to agonize over that love, shove it down and then push it onto another, only for Obi-Wan to take her away, too.

Gripping his ‘saber tighter, Anakin followed, staying in the shadows of the hallways and slinking into the room behind Obi-Wan. He reached out in the Force, and satisfaction unfurled in his chest went he felt that they were alone. This was it. As least Anakin was doing him a kindness, letting Obi-Wan die in a room he so loved.

But when he approached his young master, the man turned around, face red and contorted into a frown. “How could he do this?” Obi-Wan demanded, looking at Anakin as if he’d have the answer. It threw Anakin off completely, made him lose his footing and step back, eyes wide and alert. “I’m sorry, but I just- He’s just going to drop me, just like that?”

Anakin didn’t know what to do. Here was Obi-Wan, angry and hurt and talking to Anakin about it. Obi-Wan – Anakin’s Obi-Wan – was never so open, had never let his emotions show and had never turned to Anakin when dealing with them.

That threw him off, and just looking at his master had Anakin off-kilter. He was so young and so…so pretty. Obi-Wan would hide all that youth and prettiness behind a beard, trying to make himself seem older. But now, looking at his clean-shaven face, Anakin could see every freckle, the pout of his lips, the sharpness of his jaw, the brightness of his angry blue eyes.

Stars, would there ever be an Obi-Wan Anakin didn’t love? He loved him,  even now, as he held his thumb over the ignition of his ‘saber.

“Not only did he bring the kid along at all, but he left his mother behind! He left her to be a slave and took the one thing she had! Her only son! And then the Council says he’s too old, his future too clouded, and Master Qui-Gon- He says he’ll train him.”

Anakin could only blink at this. Had Obi-Wan really felt that way about their leaving his mother behind? Had he really felt guilt? Anakin never would have guessed. He supposed there were times when Obi-Wan had comforted him on nights he was homesick, but only up until a certain age. And when he’d started having dreams of her, Obi-Wan had suggested they meditate, but Anakin always turned him down. And then when he’d found her, when she’d- and then he’d- He didn’t talk to Obi-Wan about it at all, only gave a terse nod at Obi-Wan’s sad eyes and soft, “I’m so very sorry, padawan mine.”

Luckily, Anakin didn’t have to think of a response, because Obi-Wan was happy to keep venting. “He says he’ll train him, and I just- I didn’t know what to do. And Master Yoda had to point out that yeah, hey, Master Qui-Gon? You already have a padawan! Right behind you! In case you forgot!” Obi-Wan threw up his hands and gestured to himself with an incredulous look. “And then he says I’m ready for the Trials, and I agreed. I have no idea why I did that! I’m not ready for the Trials! Or maybe I am, but I don’t think Master Qui-Gon thinks I am…I think he’s just anxious to get rid of me. Anything to train his precious Chosen One…”

Frowning, Anakin tried to process everything that was happening. He never knew Obi-Wan had felt this way. Anakin really had been forced onto him, a knight so young and insecure and hurt by his master’s words. But it was shocking. No one was a better Jedi than Obi-Wan Kenobi, he had to know that. It’s what Anakin loved and hated most about him.

“I just…I don’t believe that he actually thinks I’m ready,” Obi-Wan said, sighing and wrapping his arms around himself.

Looking at his master, so young and so sad, Anakin decided something. Maybe he didn’t have to kill Obi-Wan, and everything could still be different. Everything had been so terrible because Anakin wanted Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan never wanted Anakin, right? Being presented here, now, with an Obi-Wan who clearly wanted nothing more than to be wanted – the answer was obvious.

Anakin wanted to be Obi-Wan’s, but what if Obi-Wan was his?

“What if you got a new master?” Anakin finally spoke, slow and cautious. Obi-Wan looked up at him with a frown. “I mean, if he can just take on a new padawan, can’t you do the same thing? If you really don’t feel ready to be knighted?”

Frown deepening, Obi-Wan crossed his arms in front of himself, narrowing his eyes as if just now realizing he’d been talking to another person this whole time. “Who are you?”

Smiling, Anakin clipped his ‘saber onto his belt and held out his hand. “You can call me Vader.” It was, after all, his new name. “And I’d happily be your master.”

Balking, Obi-Wan stared down at Anakin’s hand and back up to his face. “Why? I don’t even know you, I don’t think I’ve even seen you here before-”

“I’m new to this Temple,” Anakin said quickly, lowering his hand as his smile grew wider. Maybe unsettlingly so, but he couldn’t help it. Obi-Wan would be his. “And I’ve heard a lot about you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I would be happy to help you finish your training.” If Anakin let him finish. He remembered how sad he’d been when his own braid was cut, no longer tying him to Obi-Wan. He was going to keep Obi-Wan as long as possible, and then even longer than that.

“You… Really? Why?” Obi-Wan was so confused, it was so cute. Anakin was liking this idea more and more.

He thought about being the master to Obi-Wan that Obi-Wan was not to him. Of doling out praise, of being free with touches, of being as affectionate as he pleased. Finally, he could have an Obi-Wan who didn’t see him as a young boy he’d been burdened with. Maybe he’d see Anakin the way Anakin had seen him. Maybe he’d want Anakin. And Anakin would let him – he’d let him have, too.

Maybe he was sent to here, now, for a reason. “It’s the will of the Force.”

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan scoffed. “Not you too,” he mumbled, and Anakin bit back a laugh. “Before I agree to anything, Master Vader, I have some questions for you. And we’ll have to talk to the Council, of course.”

The response was so very Obi-Wan, it made Anakin ache a little. But not for long – because this Obi-Wan… this Obi-Wan was his. “Yes, padawan,” Anakin agreed, smile fully manic now, “of course.” 

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