#and obi wants to speak to him in a way he’ll understand

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Absolutely fascinated by the way this comes across as threaded through with envy and I do think that’s one of the things Vader struggled with during the OT. It’s a whole kaleidoscope of hate, misery, sunk cost fallacy, pain, rage, and his own inability to believe in himself, but also there’s something so fascinating about the way Anakin views Obi-Wan’s last words to him:  “If you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you can imagine.” as almost like being turned away from, turning against him again. Sure, part of it is that he has no idea Obi-Wan really meant, he has no idea that Obi-Wan will retain his consciousness in the Force, he has no idea that Obi-Wan will continue to be able to speak to and guide others, but it’s fascinating that Anakin views this through the lens of something like Obi-Wan’s abandonment of him. That Obi-Wan is no longer looking at him, but at Luke. That it’s paired with Palpatine’s words of, “Yes, he would be a great asset.”, who is doing the same thing, that he’s turning from Vader to Luke. (It’s so many echoes of Mustafar--where he can’t understand that Obi-Wan wanted to help him if he could, that Padme wanted to help him if she could, instead his need for everyone to agree with him meant he could only see them as wanting to kill him, conspiring together to destroy him.) And that’s a big part of Palpatine’s manipulations in the OT, that he’s pitting Vader against Luke the way the Sith always do, by making them compete against each other for the one spot, so that they won’t team up against him.  And Vader tried getting around that, tried offering Luke a position by his side instead, but Luke rejected him, too. Obi-Wan and Palpatine are opposite ends of what they want from Vader--as George Lucas says, Obi-Wan is kinda hoping that Luke is their last hope for Anakin to come back to the light.  Palpatine wants both Vader and Luke in the dark, he doesn’t care who wins, as long as he can crush them under his thumb.  Obi-Wan is leaving the choice in Vader’s hands, it’s completely up to him whether he strikes Obi-Wan down or not.  Palpatine makes it so Vader feels cornered. But Anakin mirrors them in his mind, because he doesn’t understand what’s really going on here, won’t understand until the very last moment and he finds his way back to the light again.  Instead, his own issues are still getting in his way--he feels abandoned because everyone’s eyes are turning from him, and his immediate response is envy and rage, that he wants to destroy their hopes, because he can’t fathom that Obi-Wan doesn’t hate him, can’t fathom that Obi-Wan wouldn’t want to destroy him, and can’t fathom that someone can love you but still leave you because of what you’ve done and that doesn’t undercut their love. All he can fathom in this moment are the ways of the Sith, that either you’re with him or against him. And he’ll destroy anything that’s against him, because he can’t see any other option, it’s only one way or the other.

[gilverrwrites]

Listennn, I need your opinion, what do you think Bruce's type would be (romantically speaking)? What attracts him in a person, both physically and in terms of personality? And what would repulse him ? xx

Always happy to voice my opinions, but obi, don't take any of this as gospel. Interpret the characters however you want; 💖💖💖

I know half for this goes out the window when my daydreaming about being his kept woman lmao💖

Physically, I don’t think he has many aesthetic preference (skin, eye, hair colour etc), so long as you present yourself well. Clean and well kempt. You don’t have to dress preppy, but you have to have a sense of style, even if it’s not his niche. He does prefer that old money style/busisness chic though. He's also a bit of a sucker for that trad wife style, but he's not really looking a trad wife.

I also don’t think you have to be incredible levels of fit; like he knows his own level of fitness is unrealistic to the average person. BUT you do have to be relatively fit and healthy – you don’t need to be gym rat but you’ve gotta understand the importance of moderate exercise and good diet, you know? Basically, somebody who takes care of themselves.

You also have to have a life of your own; be that a career you’re working hard for, hobbies you spend lots of time on, friends you can occupy yourself with. He is so busy, he doesn’t have the time or energy to be spending ever spare minute of his day with you.

You don’t have to be domineering, or extroverted, but self-confidence is non-negotiable. Not only is it sexy to him, but he once again, does not have time to be holding your hand through everything. (This isn’t to say he’s not supportive when and where needed, and you don’t have to be made of steel, you can still have insecurities whilst being confident.)

Gotta be willing to undergo at least minimal levels of media and etiquette training if you aren’t already versed. Sure, he’ll have public flings with wilder personalities, but if you’re in it for the long run, you’ve gotta be able to fit in with his image.

Further on that, he’s looking for someone nurturing, or at least easy to get a long with. His life would be a hell of a lot easier if you go on with his children, even better if you’re willing to take on a parental role for those of them that want/need it.

A clean criminal record isn’t a must, so long as it’s way way way in your past, and/or petty. Do however, be prepared for him to throw that kinda stuff in your face during arguments.

You’ve gotta have patience, and thick skin to, cause heaven knows he is stubborn and closed off emotionally.

A love for Gotham is also a nicety, but not necessity.

Deal breakers:

The usuals; liars, cheaters, bigots, and serious criminals. People who are unmotivated. He’s pretty good at sniffing out gold diggers. Anyone who is overly critical of themselves and/or others but make no effort to improve/help with the issues they complain about.

People who don’t vote or follow politics.

[feyre-darling92]

Star Wars men:Headcanons

When you ovethink

A/N: So I had this idea and I thought why not write this for everyone? Anyways hope you like it.

Also there might be a part 2

T/W: Bad writing, overthinking (is this even a warning?) um, I can’t think of anything else.

Cassian Andor

He can tell immeditely

Will give you space if that’s what you want

But will ask you after  while if you want to talk to him

If you accept he will gladly listen to whatever you have to tell him. He will listen patiently and when you’re done he will try to help you with any way he can

He actualy loves your voice and could hear you talking for hours

He will stay in bed with you if he can and that’s what you want and will try to make you feel better

“You are never a burden to me, sweetheart. I am here for whatever you need”

This man is just so cute and loves you so much that he is actually worried when he sees you like that

And if you want to cry? He is the best shoulder to cry to. Will hold you all night, whispering sweet words and he will repeat with every chance how much he loves you

Obi-Wan Kenobi

He can sense your distress and will immediately ask you what’s wrong

If you don’t want to talk to him that’s completely fine but let’s be honest. He will be dead worried until he learn what’s wrong.

If you want to talk, he’s a great listener.

He will carefully hear whatever you have to tell him, thoughts, feelings, memories, everything

He then will try to help you with the best way possible

If you don’t want to talk to him but you’re too stressed or upset he will offer that you two go for a walk

No one needs to talk, just walking. This might help you relax a bit.

He will gladly stay with you for as long as you want, in bed or justclose to you in general

If you’re feeling insecure he will reassure you that you’re perfect. This man will just shower you with praises and compliments

Will constantly remind you that he loves you

He is also a great shoulder to cry to. He will just hold you tightly so you feel secure in his arms

Actually, ,we all need an Obi-Wan in our lives

Din Djarin

He is always observing so he’ll understand if there’s something wrong with you

He will ask you if you’re alright, kindly and without wanting to pressure you

If you don’t want to talk to him, that’s alright, but like Obi-Wan he will be dead worried

“It’s alright, c’yarika. I will always be here if you want to talk”

If you want to talk he will listen.

But let me tell you that he is not very good with words. But actions speak louder than words, aren’t they?

He will hug you tightly, if you’re ok with that, and will let you know that you’re not alone

If you’re too stressed he will make a stop to a nice and peaceful planet so you both take the time you need to relax

He will also let you know through both actions and words that he loves you too much and to him you’re perfect

He will try to make things better

Han Solo

Let’s be honest

Han will not understand it in the beginning

Either someone will make a remark about it and he will then understand it or if you’re really upset he will realize it

He tries, alright? He tries.

Will ask you what’s wrong.

If you tell him he will listen and will try his best to help you.

If you don’t he will try to make you smile with his own unique way.

He might take you away for a couple of days on a peaceful planet.

And if you want cuddles? He’ll hold you for hours.

“C’mon babe,you can’t believe that! Without you we wouldn’t be alive right now” “He’s right” Chewie agreed with Han.

They do in fact love you very much

[snowywinterevenings]

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❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing:

From a short upcoming fic titled “A Break in Protocol”

They debrief while still on the ground, his brothers bustling around them to get everything back to the ship. Cody stands at his Jedi’s side and watches him out of the corner of his eye, noticing the things that are likely imperceptible to others, the slight droop of his shoulders, the tightness of his jaw, the stiff way he is holding his left arm, and the weight he has shifted to his left leg. The dark red smeared through his beard will look like little more than shadows on the holo, but Cody can see the cut oozing blood under his disheveled hair, the evidence of it hastily wiped away before the call.

His brothers are reduced to numbers as their campaign is discussed by beings dressed in elaborate finery who are speaking from their plush offices half a galaxy away. They are not in any danger, and the closest most of them have ever gotten to a battlefield is an argument in the Senate. The admiralty is no better. Rather than talking of them like they’re expensive meat covered droids like the senators, they talk about them like they’re less than, less than their nat born officers, less than any citizen, less than what they want. Cody doesn’t understand how they can be the last when all they do is die in droves for a Republic that doesn’t give a damn about them.

It usually makes him angry, but after losing so many over the last two weeks, it just leaves him feeling cold and empty inside. He feels small, like a cadet back on Kamino who has just learned that decommissioning means he’ll never see his batch mate again. He sees the general’s tired blue eyes flick to him for a heartbeat, and he knows the Force has betrayed him. He’ll plead exhaustion and say he'll be fine after a good night’s rest. It’s the same lie Obi-Wan always tells him after ugly campaigns where it feels like the dead outnumber the living.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I wrote a few snippets of a fic about Prince Cody having to deal with many suitors invited to the palace all at once by his father, one of them being Obi-Wan who was a minor noble from a neighboring kingdom. Cody snuck out of one of the events in palace guard armor and ran into Obi-Wan who had ditched the gathering in favor of going to the library. Cody starts running into him as the palace guard because Obi-Wan has shown little interest in him as the prince, and they quickly fall for one another. In the end there’s an assassination attempt on Cody, and Obi-Wan stops it and is surprised when he wakes up to find the prince at his side rather than his knight.

Too much research required and too many other WIPs right now, but it is a fun idea!

[fanfictasia]

Angstober Day 4

“I Want To Believe You”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Favorless

“Cone,” Obi-Wan tells him, and he shuffles after him towards the door. Is he planning to drop it entirely? Anakin half hopes he will, though the incident speaks well of what the Jedi are really like, if that’s true.

Obi-Wan eyes him again though, once they’re out in the hall. “Before we go for training, you should get cleaned up.” Probably advisable, considering that he has numerous bruises on his face, not that he much cares for what he looks like. “And… you should know that I don’t approve of how those padawans were acting.”

Anakin just stares at him. He should probably say something, but for the first real time that he came to the Temple, he feels completely speechless. How is he even supposed to react to that? He was starting to wonder how he could even talk his way out of something like this when the Jedi are undoubtedly going to be furious at him, but Obi-Wan is just… acting as though he did nothing wrong?

Is this some kind of trap, too? Sidious could get… like that sometimes, but not as confusing as the Jedi. He didn’t make him constantly wonder and worry about what they’re doing. They’re nothing like his master, like the life Anakin is accustomed to, and he feels even more lost and lonely than he thought he could.

“Really?” he asks skeptically, disbelievingly.

“I didn’t see what happened, but that’s not how we… believe in treating those who are confined here.” 

He’d believe it more if he didn’t remember the heat of Windu’s lightsaber against his neck, from only two days ago. How he threatened to kill him, in front of Sidious. And he doesn’t really know how much he means to his master, but he knows Sidious… cares on some level, and that was…

He doesn’t understand anything about the Jedi, except that there are very few he – they’re his enemies. Why is he thinking about being friends with them? That’s ridiculous. That’s not what he and Obi-Wan are, either. Anakin is just a tool to them, and they’ll get rid of him as soon as they’re done using him.

He’ll worry about that when it comes to it, but for now, he needs to focus.

And he can’t trust Obi-Wan, even if he’s very tired of being around people he can’t trust.

He wishes he could, but… he can’t, and he needs to get used to that. He was surrounded by people he couldn’t trust for several weeks on Tatooine after his mother died – that time was really a blur to him, and Anakin doesn’t much remember it, but he survived it then. He’ll survive this, too. Somehow.

[uniqueshoebakeryweasel]

This is my @jedijune fanfiction. This is totally late and I have absolutely no excuse for it so I apologize! I had fun trying to figure out how Anakin’s brain works for this fic, because he’s such a chaotic force and I don’t really understand him at all! Constructive criticism is very welcome! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!💙

Prompt 2: Lightsaber

It was official. Anakin was about to die. He had only been a Padawan for about a year and now he would never fulfill any of his hopes or dreams. He would never become a Jedi Knight or Master, he would never get to see his mother again, never get a chance to free her and tell her how much progress he had made. He wouldn’t be able to free all of the slaves on Tatooine. And he would never get to explore the whole wide galaxy!

After all his thoughts of how he would go out if he ever did, this wasn’t what Anakin expected. He thought that if he ever died it would be in the midst of a large battle - he would die heroically saving countless people, Jedi included. Obi-Wan would finally see how good he really was, and in Anakin’s last moments Obi-Wan would apologize for holding him back and teaching him useless things like breathing exercises and boring meditation techniques. Even in his head, however, Anakin usually assumed he would survive whatever wound had led Obi-Wan to apologize to him, so that he could go on to become the grand master of the Jedi, as well as a most loved hero of the galaxy!

Now Anakin knew that that wouldn’t come to pass. Instead, he was doomed to die as a Jedi Padawan, here on a small planet where he and Obi-Wan had been sent as peacekeepers.

Obi-Wan and Anakin had chased an assassin who had attempted to kill one of the leaders within the negotiations at the time. Somewhere along the way they had gotten separated, which led to Anakin stumbling into the bind that he was currently in. He had almost caught the assassin on his own, but he got cocky and the assassin took advantage of that. He had caught Anakin on top of one of the buildings, and after a few minutes he had managed to push Anakin off the edge. Anakin had fallen onto a balcony a ways down, and discovered that the building wasn’t finished being built and there was no exit from the level he was on. He wasn’t yet skilled or experienced enough to find a way out, although he had tried, and nearly fallen off of the balcony in an attempt to climb down. So there he was - stuck, mildly injured, and waiting for his terrible fate to come to pass.

Anakin knew he was being dramatic, however - death would be too quick a punishment to be suitable for such a mistake. Maybe Obi-Wan would realize that he was indeed too young to be a Padawan and would demote him to be a youngling for a few years. Maybe he would be sent away! Anakin overheard a few Padawans talking about some type of agricorp that their friend had been sent to? Apparently if a youngling wasn’t chosen by their thirteenth birthday they were sent away… who knew?

Just then Anakin heard the sound of engines outside of the building and looked up in time to see a quaint ship carefully lining up by the balcony that he had fallen onto earlier. He panicked as he saw it, his imagination going into overdrive as he thought of the probable consequences of his actions. What if Obi-Wan simply kicked him out of the temple and left him to try and survive! What if he decided to just leave him on this foreign planet where the people spoke a dialect that he didn’t understand? What if they decided he was better suited to Tatooine and dropped him off back at Watto’s shop??

His mother would be so disappointed! Obi-Wan would glare at him in that way that would look rather neutral to outsiders, but if you were on the receiving end of it you would just Know that you were about to regret whatever you just did. The other Padawans would laugh at him for his idiocy and tell him it proved that he was never worthy, just like they always said. What if…

Anakin’s thoughts and wild imagination were cut off by his name being called out from the direction of the ship. Looking up from the ground - when had he started looking at the ground instead of the ship? - he saw the ship's ramp had lowered and suddenly Obi-Wan was safely on the balcony, looking at him with… was that worry in his eyes? No, that couldn’t be right, and it would quickly change when he realized the magnitude of what Anakin had done.

“Are you alright, Anakin? It’s unlike you to be this quiet,” Obi-Wan questioned as he swiftly paced forward to stand in front of his young Padawan. For once in his life, Anakin was unable to come up with any response, sarcastic or not. So he simply looked back at the ground, hoping wistfully that it could just swallow him up and end his suffering.

He glanced up briefly when he heard Obi-Wan stepping closer. His brow was creased and he was scanning Anakin over for, presumably, injuries. However, Anakin knew that he would only find some cuts and bruises from the fall, and maybe from the brief scuffle he had had with the assassin.

After what seemed like ages but was probably only a few seconds, Obi-Wan seemed satisfied that he wasn’t terribly hurt, and gestured for Anakin to follow him into their ship.

Once inside, Anakin swiftly strapped himself into the copilot's seat, and promptly smashed his face against the window as he stubbornly stared outside to avoid Obi-Wan concerned glances as he began to pilot the ship back to the room they were staying at. Anakin assumed that meant that the assassin got away, which certainly didn’t help his mood.

For some reason, Obi-Wan allowed him to stay silent the whole trip back, which admittedly wasn’t that long, only a few minutes, but still… Anakin grudgingly appreciated it, not that Obi-Wan ever needed to know that, and as soon as the ship landed on the roof of their building, Anakin hopped out scarcely before the ramp was even lowered, and scurried inside to clean up. Before he made it up the stairs to the refresher, however, he was stopped by Obi-Wan, who placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder just as he was about to skulk off to the refresher.

“Stay here for now, Anakin,” Obi-Wan instructed before swiftly moving to the kitchen to prepare both of them some tea.

Their accommodations were small and simple so the kitchen was little more than a few cabinets and appliances in the corner of the room. Anakin huffed and moodily sat down on the steps that he had been about to climb. Obi-Wan put on the teapot and as he waited for the water to heat up, he glanced at Anakin over his shoulder.

“What happened?”

It was a simple question, and yet it was what Anakin had been dreading since he had fallen onto the balcony. Obi-Wan had turned back to face the teapot so Anakin had a chance to gather the courage to speak.

He finally decided it would be better to get it over with, so glaring (pouting) at the floor, he shot out, “I lost my lightsaber!”

Once he realized that he had actually admitted to such a crime his head shot up to look at Obi-Wan, his eyes going impossibly wide, and he started rambling, “it was an accident I promise, the assassin pushed me off of a building and I landed on that balcony and I didn’t even notice at first but it must’ve fallen off or something because I couldn’t find it anywhere, and I’m really sorry! Please don’t be mad, don’t send me back to Tatooine..”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan cut him off when it was clear that he wouldn't stop. “Calm yourself, my young Padawan. Why do you think I would ever send you back to Tatooine?” Obi-Wan pinned Anakin with an incredulous gaze as he turned around to fully face him.

Anakin squirmed uncomfortably and grimaced as he replied. “Well, you’ve told me before that my lightsaber is my life, and that I have to be mindful of it at all times, and you’ve told me specifically not to misplace it, because I would be in trouble if I did…”

Obi-Wan sighed, and started working on brewing their tea as the teapot had just started whistling. “Please listen to me, Anakin. Nothing you do could change the fact that you are my family and I love you - I would never send you away for any reason. You’re my Padawan - it’s my duty and my honor to train, protect, and guide you into the life of a Jedi. I care about you and I just want to help you build the skills and habits that will help you be safe with or without me there to help you. That doesn’t mean that you will never make mistakes, but it is my job to help you lessen the chances of those mistakes happening.”

Anakin hadn’t looked up from the floor the entire time Obi-Wan was talking, but he looked up when he heard the clinking of two mugs being placed on a table. Obi-Wan strode to the steps he was sitting (most definitely not skulking) on and took a seat next to him. He waited a moment for Anakin to look up at him and gave him a small smile, before pulling something out of his robes. It was… Anakin's lightsaber!! Anakin's eyes widened and he leapt to his feet, shooting his head up to gape at Obi-Wan in awe.

Obi-Wan chuckled at his reaction. “You have much potential - however, you are still a new Padawan, and your Force shielding isn’t as thorough as it someday will be. You panicked when you lost your lightsaber and I felt you try to block me from our training bond, but you only managed to dull what you were feeling, so it was fairly easy to deduce what had happened. When I came to get you, I stopped by the base of the building and found it before I picked you up.“ Obi-Wan gave him a stern look, “I tell you not to lose your lightsaber because it is your life. I just want you to be safe. We will discuss this later, and meditate on it together.”

He ignored Anakin’s groan of annoyance and continued, “Tomorrow. I think you’ve had enough excitement for tonight, so for now, enjoy your tea. You did well, Anakin.”

Much love to the wonderful and talented muffin @imaginaryrobin for being my ever patient beta reader and illustrator!!

Your art looks as spectacular as always!💙

[tennessoui]

Omg for the prompts, ‘will you marry me?’ 💗

!!!! bless!!!! ok this is not the catharsis you may want:

this takes place in the all roads lead back to you 'verse, aka the roadtrip au, but it takes place in like. july? and obi-wan goes to seattle in august, so,,,,,,,,,,

(from this prompt list)

(1.3k) (geez kit)

The sound of Anakin’s snort and giggle combination is the most beautiful thing Obi-Wan has ever heard in his life. Or it is, right before he speaks again. “Alright,” the alpha says, adjusting himself on the sofa. His foot drags along Obi-Wan’s inner knee. He doesn’t know if his roommate realizes how devastating that is. “Okay, so we agree.”

Perhaps he would if Obi-Wan wasn’t leaned back and trapped in his arms, those trapped is a misleading sort of word. The truth is, he’d entered the apartment and flopped down onto his roommate, who had then spread his legs for Obi-Wan to fit between obligingly, his back low down Anakin’s front. But he’s not thinking about it. He’s not.

So anyway. Obi-Wan is three drinks in on very little sleep and a few slices of the worst pizza in the city—somehow, inexplicably Anakin’s favorite—so he’d agree with anything this alpha can say.

“In five years,” he says, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at Obi-Wan very seriously. “Will you marry me?”

Obi-Wan’s stomach does that thing it’s been doing around Anakin for a couple of years now, where it falls down, down, down, and then catches itself on nothing. “If neither of us are married to anyone else,” he confirms because that had been the joke. The joke that started all of this. One of them—Obi-Wan��had come back from a horrible date, and Anakin had been sitting in the living room, watching a movie, and he hadn’t even questioned anything before he opened his arms and his legs and allowed him to snuggle up against him.

He’d even shared half of his no good, very bad pizza with him, though Rush had taken Obi-Wan on a very classy and fancy date to a very nice restaurant. The portions were just so small and everything he’d thought of getting had made the alpha raise his eyebrow as if he’d allow it, but it would be akin to watching him put a whole foot out of line should he actually order it.

So then Anakin feeding him greasy pizza with a crust too floppy to hold itself up and then wiping the grease off his chin with a spare napkin and a croon that’s only this side of patronizing…it’s dangerous. It’s everything Obi-Wan needs. It’s nothing he will ever be able to have.

It’s Anakin. Obi-Wan could never. He could never.

The hard part about falling in love with your roommate and then becoming their best friend and then staying there for another few years after the first two action items is that you never want to leave. You probably can’t leave.

The very idea of leaving feels like it’s going to rip out Obi-Wan’s soul, because Anakin is just so—so good. He doesn’t even—he can’t—he won’t ever care for Obi-Wan the way Obi-Wan cares for him. But he loves him so much it’s impossible to leave. It’s impossible to turn his head to the side and tell him that he’d never marry him in five years, not if he thought he was Anakin’s last option. It’s like he wants Obi-Wan to hate himself. It’s like he doesn’t understand how much Obi-Wan would die to be Anakin’s first choice.

“Yes,” he hears himself say. He looks at the ceiling so he won’t have to look at Anakin’s face. Either he’s playing into a joke that’s already played out, or Anakin is going  to be looking at him in some sort of pity. Or worse, he’ll be looking at him with distant fondness, something he won’t be able to categorize. Quickly, before the word can linger too long in the space, he adds, “Another date with a man like Rush, and I’ll marry anyone.”

Anakin’s scent sours for half a second before it’s back to its usual suffocating intensity. “Was he that bad?” his roommate asks.

Anakin seems to always take a strange sort of pleasure in asking after Obi-Wan’s dates. In contrast, Obi-Wan hates to even think of the nights Anakin spends away from the apartment. He’s always seeing someone. Most of the time he calls them his friend, so Obi-Wan never knows if it’s a date or a casual meet-up or something in between—

The not-knowing kills him. He’s not proud of it. But if another omega, if a beta, is going to steal the best alpha Obi-Wan has ever known right from under his nose—right from his nest, his arms—Obi-Wan wants to know. He needs to know.

“Awful,” Obi-Wan promises his alpha’s profile, as the man stares at the television screen. “He mispronounced my name within the first five minutes and then never corrected himself.”

“Your name is wonderful!” Anakin gasps, turning to look at him in a state of total affront. “How did you meet him again?” With his hand not stroking up and down Obi-Wan’s arm, he reaches around to try and feed him a bit of the pizza crust.

Obi-Wan accepts with a half nibble. Since he’s over the age of thirteen, he doesn’t get excited for cheese in the crust. Anakin still does.

He finds it so terribly endearing that he can’t think of it for long.

“Through a friend,” he replies after he chews and swallows. “Nothing that will hurt to break off.”

He says this mostly as a reminder to himself, but Anakin hums. “Where are all the good partners?” he murmurs, pressing his words into the crown of Obi-Wan’s head. “I’m so tired of it, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth is terribly dry. “Five years,” he says, though he knows it’s incredibly unwise tto even circumstantially promise himself to an alpha he’s already desperately in love with. “In five years, I’ll marry you. You’re the best option in a city like this.”

You’re my only option, he doesn’t say. But it’s more than that too. You’re the only alpha I would ever choose.

Anakin hums, mostly to himself. His scent is oddly contained, indescribable. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to do with it, so he relaxes into the alpha’s hold instead.

“What’s next?” The alpha asks roughly, squirming slightly until he can lean down and put his nose into the strands of Obi-Wan’s hair. “Do you have another date lined up? Should I start preparing for my wedding vows?”

Obi-Wan scoffs around a purr, lazily leaning his head to the side to nip at Anakin’s bicep because he’s a little bit weak. “No,” he mutters, “probably not for a while.” He barely reins in the impulse to lick over his own teeth mark. That would be beyond inappropriate, not to mention unwelcome. “But that reminds me. There’s a medical conference, in Seattle. In August. I thought I might go.”

“Oh,” Anakin says. His hand slides over Obi-Wan’s tummy and cradles his hip. “I’ve never been to Seattle.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth is dry. Obi-Wan’s body is tense. “It’d be nice,” he gets out between his lips. “If you could come with me.”

“Yeah?” It’s the three drinks that make him more honest than he should be. It’s how much he’s in love with this stupid alpha. “Everything is better if you’re there,” he murmurs, turning over until he can press his lips into Anakin’s bicep. Until he can possibly not be held responsible for his own words. His body kicks into overdrive and he can feel sleep beckon fast, like every cell in his body knows he needs to escape his own words in order to survive the embarrassment the next day.

“Alright,” his alpha replies. It sounds shaky. “Yeah, let me see if I can get a few days off, alright? Baby?”

But Obi-Wan is already asleep.

[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Where There’s a Whill, There’s a Windu

Context: original post, chrono

(Summary of the AU: Disaster lineage got tossed back in time. Anakin stayed 21-ish, but Obi-Wan and Ahsoka got deaged, took new names for time-travel reasons (Ylliben and Sokanth, or Ben and Soka) and have been officially adopted by Anakin.)

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“You’re attached.”

“You’re just now noticing?”

Master Windu eyes him for a few long moments, and then joins him on the ground. Anakin can’t help but smirk. There’s something gratifying about having respect from the man, in this life.

“The other members of the council are concerned.”

“And you aren’t?”

“I am, but for other reasons,” Windu says.

Anakin doesn’t meet his eyes, doesn’t even respond for a long minute. He just looks out over the Room of a Thousand Fountains, spread out below them like hundreds of jungles pieced together in a jigsaw of flora. It’s been his favorite room in the Temple since he was a child, and it’s always overwhelming.

“Most of them have accepted that you adopted them because of Mandalorian customs, and that you stayed where you were due to the will of the Force,” Windu continues. “But they are… uncomfortable with how blatantly your attachments show.”

“Mandalorians are loud and refuse shame. It rubbed off.”

“You said you would kill for these children.”

“I’m their father. That’s kind of expected.”

Windu’s expression is tired. A little tired of stress, but mostly tired of Anakin’s shit. “You know what I’m trying to get at.”

“Do I?”

“Skywalker.”

“No, I’m serious. I need you to spell this out. I’ve had a million slightly-contradicting lectures on this topic, and I’ve been told pretty clearly that I misinterpreted a solid half of them. If you want a constructive conversation, you can’t be vague. I’m thirty-three years old and a father of two, Master Windu, so yes, I’m attached. What you mean by that word is going to change where this conversation goes.”

It’s gratifying to see the Master actually think it over.

“Ylliben’s tattoos have been causing the most recent stir,” Windu finally says. “They nearly all relate to family, whether new or old, and the symbolism is concerning to those who are already upset about the Mandalorian upbringing. They worry that he’ll remain too tied to people he grew up with, and unable to maintain neutrality in future diplomatic ventures, or at risk of a fall if one of the people he’s seen fit to memorialize is injured or killed. The assume a similar state of mind may be applicable to your daughter and yourself, especially given the off-color jokes about how possessive your children are about each other.”

“They’re worried about emotional immaturity,” Anakin summarizes. He offers a wan, unimpressed grin. “They do realize he’s fourteen, right? Nobody’s emotionally stable at fourteen. The hormones are out of whack.”

“I’m aware,” Windu grinds out. “And I’m aware that your histories, of war and all such things, make your ties much stronger, but you can see why the Council worries, especially those who are wary of the memories your children carry but won’t explain. I’m the only one you’ve told, Skywalker.”

“Plo and Depa know.”

“Plo and Depa aren’t on the council.”

“Yet.”

“Skywalker.”

He relents. “It’s not about Mandalore, Master Windu. It’s about Tatooine.”

Windu lets that sit for a few moments, and then sighs. “I don’t know enough about Tatooine to parse that.”

“Shmi and I are former slaves,” Anakin says, as bluntly as he can. “I was freed at nine, she at eleven, and for all that we are free, we’re not freeborn. We were born slaves, and raised slaves, and we were freed too late to forget that life. The way we think is always going to be affected by the way we grew up. That applies to all sentients, more or less, but it’s… the slave mentality is completely at odds with Jedi teachings, because Jedi teachings can only be taught in a safe environment.”

Windu nods slowly, and says, “That does make sense, but it’s… forgive me, but that’s why we don’t normally take children older than four.”

“From the perspective of teaching cultural values, that makes sense,” Anakin allows. “Teaching a Jedi child that’s cared for with communal resources that they do not need material things to be happy is fine; trying to convince a slave child of the same, someone who grew up being told they do not deserve material things, and that their owner can take anything at any time, including family? I lived that life, trying to adjust to ascetic Jedi values that coincided poorly with slave rules. I know exactly how poorly that transition can go when the person caring for the child doesn’t know how to handle the points of conflict.”

“Do you regret joining the Jedi?” Windu asks.

Anakin shakes his head. “My Jedi master, bless him, cared, and tried very hard, but he wasn’t ready to handle a kid like me and in hindsight, I know that. He needed grief counseling, and I needed therapy, and neither of us was getting it. I don’t… I don’t believe anyone in the Temple would have known how to handle a kid like me.”

“But you don’t regret it.”

“I was meant to be a Jedi,” Anakin says, as firmly as he can without getting unnecessarily bitchy about it. “My struggles with the Code aside, I was meant to be here. But the Temple doesn’t have any resources for children who come older, and I think… I think you do need that.”

“You just outlined why a child can’t follow the Code if they come from a different enough background,” Windu says.

Anakin shakes his head. “No, that’s not—I think a kid like me can learn to be a Jedi, if a little unconventional, if they’re taught correctly. The desperation to cling to anyone and anything you have can be unlearned. It takes time and effort, but it’s possible. Soka and Ben are good at balancing Tatooine care with Jedi control. If you talk to Ben, you get an entire philosophical breakdown about it, but I’m more concerned with the child psychology, because that’s what could have broken me.”

Windu frowns. “You’re building up to something.”

“I think the Jedi need programs for children found older who can’t become full Jedi,” Anakin asserts. “Even those who cannot reconcile what they absorbed growing up with the Code and Jedi tradition… they, we, need guidance. The Council tried to reject me for being too old, and now that I’m grown I understand why, but… Master Windu, what do you think would have happened to me if I hadn’t had my Master to fight for me, and had been turned away?”

“We’d have looked into placing you back with your mother and, upon finding out that she was still enslaved, secured her freedom,” Master Windu says. “Qui-Gon Jinn had taken responsibility for you, and thus you were a ward of the Temple until such a time as you were safe again. It would have been cruel to keep you from your mother if we were not to raise you a Jedi, and crueler still to allow you to return to slavery.”

“And you think I’d have been safe with her?” Anakin asks. He needs Master Windu to understand this. “You think that would have ended well?”

“You don’t?”

“Ventress,” Anakin says. “Maul. Aurra Sing, even.”

Windu considers that. He looks across the grand, green room of the garden, and finally speaks. “You think you’d have been found and corrupted by a Sith.”

“I’d already helped Naboo win a battle. I was a powerful child with no support system in this respect, eager to please,” Anakin says. “Ventress and Maul both got twisted into Sith Apprentices. Aurra Sing was just a bounty hunter, but… even if the Jedi had never found me, and the Sith remained unaware, do you think I’d have ended up better than Sing? Or would the pressures of slavery have led to my Fall anyway, eventually slaughtering my owner, the Hutts, the entire system of Tatooine’s hells?”

Windu rubs a hand over his forehead. “I understand what you’re getting at.”

“It’s not just me,” Anakin says, as carefully as he can. “Even without the Sith, there are plenty of Force-Sensitive children in terrible situations that are liable to Fall just because of how power is wielded by those at the bottom. Refusing to take on students who are already at risk… the Jedi are meant to monitor Force users to prevent Sith and other dark-aligned people from harming the galaxy. It’s one of our primary duties. If the Jedi are allowing darksiders to rise just because of an age limit…”

“I get it,” Windu says, just a little aggressive. “I understand. Give me a minute.”

Anakin tries to wait. He’s older now, he can do that. He can be patient.

He tries to convince himself that it’s true.

“You have a point,” Master Windu finally allows. “And with the knowledge that the Sith are out there, still, it’s a more salient point than most would think. The EduCorps already has a subdivision for teaching meditative techniques to low-level force users who need to learn shielding but aren’t sensitive enough to be Jedi, or are just too old, but I see your point about encouraging a program for powerful Force-Sensitives that aren’t discovered early enough to integrate into the community in full.”

“And a more comprehensive Search pattern for the Outer Rim?” Anakin suggests. He shrugs at the look he gets. “What? You’ve seen my midicount. I was on Tatooine for almost a decade, and the only reason anyone found me was that Qui-Gon had to crash a ship in the middle of nowhere. I’m sure the Force led him to me, given all the coincidences, but that’s still a solid nine years that nobody did, despite how I apparently ‘shine like the sun’ or whatever.”

“Humble.”

“The last time I took a midichlorian test on a portable counter, it literally broke the device. That’s not arrogance, that’s just absurd.”

Windu looks exhausted by the comment. Anakin can’t bring himself to feel too bad about it.

“What about Jedha?” Anakin suggests instead. “Jedi find the kids, but if they’re too old to be Jedi, we could coordinate with one of the temples at Jedha to see about having them raised in the traditions of the Whills? They’re a little less orthodox, aren’t they?”

“In some respects,” Master Windu says. “More constrained in others, but… it’s a possibility. Most of the overlooked children, yourself included, are from parts of the Outer Rim that aren’t part of the Republic, Skywalker.”

Anakin shrugs. “And many of them would have been happy to be found and collected by a Jedi, even if they couldn’t become Jedi. Not the Dathomiri, since they’ve got their own thing going on, but… from what I know about Ventress, she actually did have a Jedi Master before the situation on Rattatak became… what’s the word… untenable? He died and she was left alone, and she’d been a slave already and it just… did not end well for her. But that was a planet overrun by pirates and warlords, and would have been approved as a planet the Jedi could help without it being a weird colonialism thing… if the Senate weren’t made up of cheapskates, at least.”

“Skywalker.”

“My name isn’t actually a reprimand, you know.”

“You’re not supposed to just say that,” Windu groans, running a hand over his face. “The Senate’s choice in funding is not optimal, but insulting them in that way, even in private—”

“They’re assholes,” Anakin says, and doesn’t let his humor show. “Except my late wife, but she’s not part of the Senate in this time, so I feel no shame in accusing the entire shitshow of being cheapskates.”

Windu looks about ready to push him off the ledge.

“You’re never allowed to go on diplomatic missions, are you?” Windu mutters.

“Unless it’s to Mandalore,” Anakin clarifies. “Also, never send me to Tatooine. Ever. Please. I kriffing hate that planet.”

“I’m going to assume you have plans to kill a Hutt if we ever send you to—”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Windu sighs. “I’ll discuss this with the Council, see how they feel about reaching out to Jedha for your suggestion regarding the Whills.”

“And you’ll tell them not to worry about my kids?”

“Skywalker, they are never going to stop worrying about your family,” Windu tells him.

“That’s fair.”

[hellotherekenobi]

SWINGING FOR THE FENCES.

Padawan!Obi-Wan x Reader

Summary: Obi-Wan has been on a few missions now as a padawan to learn that he’s not the best at flirting, especially when he’s the one being flirted with. Though, he thinks that you hold a record for how many times a sentence makes him blush.

ONESHOT. ⟶ 2,195 WORDS.

Obi-Wan knew he was screwed the moment you smiled at him. That was all it took for him to already be in too deep, needing a life vest to keep him afloat. He’ll gladly ride the waves, though, if it meant being able to spend time with you. He doubts he’ll see you very often after today, but one can hope. He was only here to assist his master, Qui-Gon Jinn, with their assignment to escort a senator, who happened to be your mother. But if he keeps on hoping, then maybe this will be the first of many times.

You’re Obi-Wan’s age, very gorgeous and very clever. Since the moment you said hello, you’ve been witty—remarking on the details of the scenery, commenting on various points of discussion between your mother and his master, and, of course, there was the flirting. There was not an ounce of you that was shy, and the words you speak to him are of no exception. In fact, most times all Obi-Wan can do is smile, far too embarrassed to say anything in reply.

He’s sure his cheeks have shown four different shades of pink, all for the different level of flirts that you send his way. Some of them were softer, complimenting his appearance—like his eyes, which you seemed to like so much—whilst others were more direct, posing as a question to his knowledge in affection. He knows he’s only a padawan, so having little experience in some areas was only natural, but being called out for having little experience in other areas was more like a punch to the stomach than anything else.

But you smile at him and he turns to putty, so there was really no room to complain. Obi-Wan is now too focused on the scene in front of him, of the show on the stage. He’ll never truly understand how diplomatic meetings even get sorted, seeing as most of them were accompanied by a meal or, in this case, a show. A musical-related performance of actors dancing, but he admits it’s pretty to watch. It at least gives him some time to gather himself—pick himself back up from the floor from the last comment you made to him that had him a blubbering mess. Or so he thinks.

A tug on his sleeve draws his attention away from the stage to turn to you, meeting your dazzling eyes that sparkle even in the shared darkness of the viewing booth. “Have you ever danced, Obi-Wan?”

It’s an innocent question, but he knows better. He knows you’ll have something to follow this up with. “I’m afraid I’m not a very good dancer,”

“I might have to teach you, then. I’m very good at it,”

“I have no doubts in that.”

“Should we dance in the courtyard? I’m growing bored at watching this. I’ve seen it before.”

Obi-Wan’s reply, whatever it might have been, since he was too worried about how to say no in a polite way, gets cuts off by your mother’s hushing, sitting on the far side next to Qui-Gon. You turn toward the sound, apologizing.

Though, after a short moment, your hand tugs his sleeve again. “We should go dancing,”

He smiles, tickled pink at your persistence. “We can’t go now.”

“No, I suppose not,” your head shakes, looking out at the stage. “But some other time.” when he says nothing in reply, sitting by your side, you poke him. “Don’t you think so, Obi-Wan?”

He shifts awkwardly in his seat, looking past where you sit to see his master, who gives him a calm look before watching the show again.

“It depends on the type of dance,” he says, happy at himself from getting around a direct answer.

“Have you ever danced the boulanger?”

The happiness in him depletes as he realizes he has no clue what dance you are referring to. He fears the answer when he asks, more so a fear toward himself, as he doesn’t want to blush in front of you again, if not for the hundredth time.

“It’s a dance with other people,” you explain, leaning in closer to him to keep your voice low, though he thinks you’re doing it just to be nearer to him. “You’re all in a line, or a circle, and dance with the person opposite to you,”

“That sounds like fun,”

“Yes, it’s used mostly to encourage courtship,”

There you have him, pinned to the wall like a javelin was thrown through his cloak. He knows you were going somewhere with that, but he played the conversation part like a fiddle.

“I fear you’ll have to find another dancing partner,” he says, sucking a breath in when you chuckle and your arm brushes against his.

Another hush comes from your mother, who you wave down as if to say, yes, I know! She shakes her head, though Obi-Wan can see her smile in the light casted on her from above the stage. The rest of the show is sat in silence. It seems you know the extent of your mother’s patience and decide not to tease the line, yet you keep your arm pressed against his. He doesn’t mind, even if he wouldn’t say it aloud. The teasing would only increase if he did.

At last he breathes, when the show is over and everyone stands to applause. As everyone files out of the room, Obi-Wan walks beside you as he follows his master, escorting you and your mother to the room the assigned meeting was being held in. Qui-Gon waits off to the side to let your mother walk inside first, then raises a hand to stop Obi-Wan at his feet.

“We will need to conduct this business ourselves,” he says, eyes flicking from Obi-Wan to you. “We won’t be long. Perhaps you can show my young padawan around,”

He might as well have given you a signed invitation to take him on a date, as that’s almost exactly what his master has just done, and he knows you’re going to take the offer and run, especially when you seemingly perk up and nod quickly. The door closes shut when Qui-Gon steps through it, and Obi-Wan is persistent to keep his eyes on it instead of on you. He can already feel the heat creeping up his ears.

“So, what shall we do?” your hand brushes along his arm, sending a shiver down his back. “I can think of a million things,”

“Then I suppose we can’t do them all,” Obi-Wan chuckles, trying to feign calmness.

“You’re right, but I have an idea.”

Obi-Wan feels the tug before your hand slipping into his, leading you along with him down the hallway. Taking the offer and running is apparently exactly what you do. He quickly catches up to your speedy pace, almost tripping over his own toes.

“Where are we going?” he asks, voice sounding bumpy with each large step he takes to follow you rather than being dragged.

“You’ll see!” is all you say, darting around citizens and senators alike, jogging down a slanted path that descends into darkness.

Obi-Wan can barely see a thing, let alone the shape of your figure ahead of him, the only thing to help direct him being the tug of your hand still clasped with his. He finds himself holding on tighter now here in the dark, blinking repeatedly to try and get used to his surroundings.

His voice comes out sounding small when he asks: “Where are we?”

He hears you shush him, whispering for him to wait a second longer, then you’re turning around a corner he hadn’t seen and the room comes to life—a cool, blue glow painting the walls on either side of a long hallway, big enough to fit two AT-AT Walkers. Behind the set glass dances an array of vibrant colors, some small and others large.

Obi-Wan gapes in awe at the sight, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I didn’t know there was an aquarium here,”

“Now you do,” you smile, hand still holding his own and giving a slight squeeze. “Come look,”

He lets you lead him down the hallway, this time content with following. You two walk a slow pace, admiring all of the life swimming in the water behind the glass. It reaches as far up as the eye can see, casting a shadow of crystalline waves on your skin. If Obi-Wan had thought your appearance something beautiful before, it amplifies tenfold now in this light.

For the first time during this assignment, your gaze isn’t on him, but rather on the creatures behind the glass. This time, you’re watching a show and Obi-Wan is watching you. There’s even a beauty in the way your eyes flicker from one thing to the next, in the way the excitement is clearly written on your face.

He finds himself staring at you on the other side of the glass dome in the center of the room beyond the hallway, peering in to watch the fish. Two of them chase each other, barreling upward behind a thicket of algae. It turns your attention on him, smiling instantly and letting out a chuckle, which he does the same. There’s heat on his ears again when you make your way around the dome slowly to reach him on his side, but it’s a comfortable warmth.

“What do you think?” you ask him, leaning on the dome slightly.

He lets out a breath. “Amazing,”

“Maybe we can come here again another day,” you press your finger onto the glass, watching a tiny fish swim up to it. “If my mother has another meeting... or if there was a show on...”

Obi-Wan finds himself finally settled with you, with how his heart kicks up two beats faster when you smile at him. He likes the feeling, even the heat on his skin, even if you notice the blush on his cheeks. He likes you.

He risks a step closer, inching into your personal space. “I would like nothing more,”

It’s assurity, he tells himself. You’re sure he’ll blush when you flirt with him, so that’s why you do, just as he’s sure he likes spending time with you. He’s hoping again that this won’t be the last he’ll see of you, even if that means risking the Code he’s agreed to dedicate his life to. Not even a Jedi Knight and Obi-Wan is ready to leave it all behind if it means he can leave with you.

The saying he’s heard of time flying when you’re having fun makes its truth known when Qui-Gon’s voice echoes down the long hallway you and Obi-Wan had entered from, calling out your names.

“There’s our curtain call,” you whisper beside Obi-Wan, smiling at him when he turns to look at you.

There’s an intoxicating air between you both, like a tide ready to pull him in closer and closer to you. “We should go. He’s able to read our Force signatures,”

You nod, passing by Obi-Wan so closely that your hand brushes against his. It sends an electric shock through his body, turning around to follow you. You both meet Qui-Gon at the entrance, who stands there with his arms crossed loosely in front of him, both hands hidden under the sleeves of his cloak.

“There you are,” he smiles, nodding over to your mother who stands a little further away. “It’s time to go.”

There’s no more waiting around, no more idle chit-chat now that both your mother and you have someplace else to be. It only really dawns on Obi-Wan when walking out of the building that this assignment is over, and over too soon for his liking. Yet, you continue to make it worthwhile by nearing him as you walk beside each other, just enough to have your hand lightly touching the back of his own. It was like holding his hand without anyone knowing, and it puts a smile on his face, turning his head to the side so that you don’t see the now fifth shade of pink on his cheeks.

A jet sits a little further away, where Qui-Gon is already helping your mother up the ramp with one hand. She thanks him for his assistance, turning slightly to say the same to Obi-Wan, then ushers for you to follow her. If he had thought you were being discreet before, then this was to make up for it; you lean up on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek, something lingering rather than complimentary. He’s cursing at himself in his head—you’ve given him shade six now!

“I’d like to say I’ll see you soon, but,” your voice is quiet, meeker, and it pulls at a string inside Obi-Wan’s chest.

Whatever confidence he has, he musters into reaching out to hold your hands, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “We will see each other again,” he finds delight in your smile, brightening from the one he sends you. “I still owe you a dance.”

The words have you chuckling, squeezing his hands still wrapped around yours. “I knew you liked me.”

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[swbumblebee]

He wasn’t hiding. Jedi Masters don’t hide. Mace Windu doesn’t hide. He just so happened to be in the furthest, quietest part of the archives where it was unlikely anybody would run into him.

He closed his eyes, breathing in the silence as he progressed. This period in time was turning out to be much more taxing than it had been the first time around. Then again, last time he wasn’t trying to formulate a plan to assassinate the Chancellor and decide the fate of a few million potential clones, at the same time as running the order and keeping an eye on two of the most unpredictable boys he had ever met.

Well, a boy and a young man.

Another reason for his journey. He could sense young Anakin’s blindingly strong presence and Obi-Wan’s steady, shielded light, getting closer and closer as he journeyed through the stacks.

What in the galaxy were they doing here?

A high-pitched giggle stopped him in his tracks.

“No Master! It’s Goodd`e da Lodia, otherwise it doesn’t make sense!”

“Alright alright, how’s this? Goodde da Loddia”

“Gooddè”

“Don’t just repeat it Padawan. Sound it out for me, like we do with Basic”

“OK, Goo-dd-è”

“Goodde”

Mace cleared his throat.

“Good day”

Both young Jedi started, Obi-Wan nearly dropped the mug of tea that seemed to be permanently attached to his hand these days.

“Master Mace!” ten year old Anakin cried happily, pushing pleasure into the Force with enthusiasm, to a wince from his Master, who was exuding just the right amount of polite welcome from behind his shields.

“Hello Master Windu” Obi-Wan nodded at him with a somewhat tired smile. He made to get up from the dusty little table squeezed into the alcove and tucked into the wall, but the Master of the Order waved a hand.

“What’s all this?” he asked, eying the various pads and pieces of flimsi littering the table and the floor.

Instead of the usual bouncy response there was an unexpected, rather pregnant, silence and young Anakin gave his teacher a (not terribly subtle) worried look.

“Anakin is teaching me Huttese” Obi-Wan answered smoothly. The boy in question nodded vigorously, and Mace watched with a small amount of amusement as he ever so slightly kicked a piece of flimsy further under the table.

“How…interesting”

“Yes, as you probably heard, it’s not going terribly well” Obi-Wan gave him a self-deprecating smile, no doubt taking note of Mace’s incredulity. He turned to his Padawan.

“Anakin, could you make sure Madam Nu doesn’t close up this section yet, and let her know we won’t be long.”

The boy looked at his Master, and they gave each other a tiny understanding nod. Anakin’s Force signature flared ever so slightly with…fear? before it was quickly soothed by Obi-Wan, Mace assumed.

“Sure Master, be right back” The child took off among the stacks with a smile at Mace.

“Walk please, don’t run!” the young Master called after him, shaking his head.

Mace took the empty seat at the table, taking in the mess once more.

“So…Huttese?” he asked mildly, looking at a nearby pad “and…The Bantha who came for Life day?” he raised his eyebrows at the simple children’s story in Basic.

“Ahh, yes.” The young man chewed on his lip a little as he gathered his thoughts. Mace waited patiently, eyeing a nearby piece of flimsi with the Galactic Basic alphabet written out half a dozen times in shaky writing.

“Anakin is a bright boy” Obi-Wan began slowly. “He has an incredible knowledge of mechanics and electronics, and mathematics comes very easily to him.” He said, unable to keep a proud smile off his face, until he turned serious eyes on Mace again. “There are some areas, however, where he has a lot of catching up to do. He isn’t quite at his age level yet with his literacy.”

Mace frowned.

“Not quite at his age level?” he clarified, with a sinking feeling.

“Ah, no.” Obi-Wan paused again. “Obviously there wasn’t much cause for reading and writing in his previous…position” Both of them scowled at the euphemism “and whilst he can obviously speak it fluently” Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin never learned to read and write in Basic.” he finished, rather apprehensively.

Mace blinked.

“He…can’t read or write?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. He crossed his arms in front of himself, wrists aligning with elbows. Mace recognised the nervous tick even if it was usually under his robe sleeves.  

“He is getting there though” the young man implored “we’re working on it, and he’s a fast learner. I assure you he’ll be up to standard in the next few months.”

Mace breathed out, shaking his head. He could’ve kicked himself.

One more way they had all let Anakin Skywalker down. Of course he wouldn’t be able to study at the level of core-educated temple younglings. He was a slave, the very idea was preposterous.

“But…how has he got on with his classes so far? He’s been here nine months already” Mace asked, deliberately keeping his voice light. He wasn’t going to admonish the only being in the temple who had actually been helping the boy. And it looked like, spending all his free time doing it.

Obi-Wan nodded.

“We work on assignments together, Anakin records his comprehension and writing class and we go through it afterwards.”

Mace took a moment to marvel at the kindness of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Obi-Wan” he said gently. “You have your own teaching and advanced training to work on, not to mention the Master level courses.”

He instantly knew he’d said the wrong thing when fierce blue eyes turned on him and the younger Jedi straightened his posture.  

“I am perfectly capable of teaching him Master, he is my Padawan.” He paused, looking down at the table “I won’t put him in a class with the younglings. I won’t allow him to feel like he is less than the other Padawans, like he’s unintelligent.” He said firmly.

For a moment Mace was transported to council meetings with his friend, Master Kenobi arguing his point with words as strong as durasteel and a determination that could move planets. He felt a sudden pang of loss, looking at his friend’s twenty-two-year-old face.

“Of course not” Mace assured, pushing apology into the Force around them. He looked at the table. “But this isn’t sustainable Obi-Wan. You don’t need to do this alone.” He said quietly

The Knight blinked in surprise. Mace nearly rolled his eyes. Had asking for help really never crossed his mind? He made a mental note to focus more of his and Plo’s energy on Kenobi Support Duty.

“Yes.” He repeated firmly. “I will take him for an hour a week” he winced inwardly when he thought of his already busting schedule. Save Skywalker, save the Galaxy he reminded himself. “As, I’m sure, will Master Plo.”

Obi-Wan was giving him a look that was very difficult to decipher, halfway between wary and relieved.

“I…thank you Master” he bowed a little in his seat “that’s very kind of you and I…appreciate it.”

Mace smiled again, satisfied. He couldn’t sense the ball of energy that was Anakin Skywalker yet, obviously still on his quest.

“So you’re teaching Anakin Basic, and he’s teaching you Huttese…?” Mace raised his eyebrows in question again.

Obi-Wan’s ears started to turn ever so slightly pink.

“Ah yes” he cleared his throat. “I just thought…if Anakin considers the way a language is formed and taught, it might help with his own practice. And this way we’re learning together; it might boost his self-esteem a little.” The young Knight paused thoughtfully. “I want to emphasise that learning happens at any age and stage” He explained slowly, and then gave a sheepish smile. “And it’s quite fun” he admitted shyly.

Mace regarded the wise young man across from him. Obi-Wan Kenobi had been wasted in a war, in that other time.

Nerd. He thought fondly.

As Anakin practically skipped back over to them, attempting to sit on his Master in lieu of a third chair, he observed the two Jedi (bickering happily) who could have existed that first time around, if only they’d had more than each other.

Well, this time they had Mace, and Plo. And they’d be dammed if either of their boys ended up carrying the weight of the Galaxy, this time around.

[loth-wolffe]

Do you think we could get “ i guess somewhere along the way, i fell in love. and i don’t know how it happened, or when, but… “ with Rex, please? I read a really heart breaking fic with him last night and could just really use something sweet and fluffy with a happy ending. If not, totally fine! :)

@generaldumbbitch kindly asked: could i request rex x jedi reader with the prompt “I've been trying to talk myself out of it." "Then talk yourself into it."

Do I wanna know?

(if this feeling floats both ways)

Pairing: our precious blonde captain x jedi!reader.

Word count: 1,6k not proofread you know the drill.

Warnings: mutual pining and yearning come with their own warning. this is a lil bit of a slow burn I think ?? the use of sir is neutral in this house. mentions of rex touching himself 👀 but nothing explicit okay it's a safe space here.

It wasn't usual for Rex to get injured, but it hasn't been one of those days where he got minor scratches, maybe a few dark bruises here and there but most of the time he has been untouched.

Today, though, war has been rougher than usual, a deep cut was found on his side that he doesn't know how he got, face covered in small, little cuts and he could still taste the blood from his split lip.

Which had led him to you, in a way, as he looked for supplies he ended up finding you, and in your stubborn nature you had offered to help him clean his wounds, with a racing heart and fluttering butterflies he had no option but to let out a rushed "yes sir."

After properly applying bacta on his side, you take extra care with his face, skilled hands softly pressing the wet cloth on the wounds. He doesn't hiss, nor shows discomfort, only flinching occasionally, as if he was too familiar with the feeling, too used to the pain it brought.

Amber eyes find you sometimes, as he takes quick glances he hopes you don't notice. He takes a good look of you, the way you bite your lip in concentration, your furrowed brows, how your hair looks, the little necklace hanging from it's hidden place under your robes.

"Is there something on your mind, Rex?"

Sometimes he forgets you're a Jedi, a General, his superior, when he has you so close, this close, and when your hands brush together when he hands you whatever, his heart beating loudly in his ears, mostly when you touch him, your hand on his shoulder or back, on his forearm or waist when you pass by and to move him in the slightest.

He forgets the most at night, when he thinks on where else you could touch him, in how your lips would feel against his, your hands exploring his body and his name falling from your lips in a state of delirious bliss. Shame crawling back into his mind right after as he remembers again who you are, always out of his limit but he can't find it in himself to stop, not when you look at him like that.

"Nothing, General." He finally admits, a lie he hopes you don't sense but you do.

Pulling back to assess him, he already misses you, you give him a look, one that tells him you're not impressed.

"No need for formalities, I have already told you that." You give him an easy smile, one that feels like melting his insides and turning into a puddle.

Only you have the power to leave him nothing but helpless. He's not sure he hates it.

"Sorry, Ge–" your pointed eyes make him chuckle, quickly changing the rank for your name. You give him your most charming smile and he's left hypnotized, sucking a breath when you lean over again, going back to tend his wounds.

He's got it bad for you.

"So?" You ask, in the simplest of murmurs, as if speaking any louder would break your concentration.

"So?" He echoes, confused, warm eyes never leaving you and when your eyes meet, he blushes slightly.

There's something about the intimacy of it all that leaves him this I don't know what in his chest that makes him feel like a cadet all over again.

"The thing you want to tell me, what is it?"

"I don't–" There is something in your eyes he feels drawn to, magnetized by the color of your irises and the emotions they try to shield from him. Rex sighs, he knows there's no way around this, and he wonders if this was your plan all along, to corner him somewhere and casually urge him to confess. "I've been feeling something," he eventually mumbles, eyes looking forward to the door, he's not sure he wants to see your expression.

There's this little mhm that leaves your throat, and he can see from the corner of his eyes how your attention falls in the cut on his forehead. Your eyes flicker to his.

"I wanted to ask you..." he thinks, if you feel the same? "for an advice." He doesn't wait for you to answer, already knowing you're willing to help him out, like you have always been. "There's this– someone." You stop your movement, surprised for a moment and he finds that your unreadable expression makes him anxious.

There's no turning back now.

"And I'm not sure they feel the same, so I've been trying to talk myself out of it, and–"

"Then you should try to talk yourself into it."

You sound so sure, he's sincerely surprised. He watches you go back to the task at hand, the cloth trying to remove the dried blood from his skin.

"You think?"

"We need more love in the galaxy Rex, there's been too much pain these days to stop ourselves from feeling anything but something that resembles it, don't you think?"

He frowns, taking in your words and he supposes you must be right, you're a Jedi, at the end of the day, wiseness is something you have by default, isn't it?

"I guess."

There's a silence that follows, where it's just you working and the rumble of the machines. It's not awkward, per se, but it's not as comfortable as it was when you first begun.

"It's you," he says after a while in the most casual tone possible. He's got nothing more but his life to lose.

You take a step back, looking at him with confusion written in your face, and his hands are shaking with all the emotions he's trying to put at bay. He can't take it back. Not now. He's never been one to stand down from a fight.

"I–" he clears his throat, "the one I have uh, feelings for. I guess somewhere along the way, I fell in love." He finds your eyes, and there's nothing in them that calms him down. He panics, an awkward cough leaves his throat and he feels his neck and ears burning. "With you. And I don't know how it happened, or when, but I, I, I do."

Before he gives you a second to react, he's already standing up, probably opening the cut from his side with the action.

"I apologize if this is too unprofessional, I should probably head out and–"

"Wait," it's a whisper, and it could be humiliating the power you hold over him if it wasn't for the excuse in the back of his mind that reminds him he was bred to follow orders. "You don't want to know what I have to say?"

He hesitates, torn between wanting to know, if the gentleness in your tone and the barely-there smile you're giving him is something to go by, or not wanting to know for the possible consequences of whatever answer your might give him.

If you don't love him back, he doesn't think he'll be able to live with it, much less with how close you and his General are, always working together and Maker, Cody is never going to let him hear the end of it.

But if you do, he could be court martial if anyone finds out, but that's nothing compared to you being casted out from the order. He knows their ideals, he has heard enough from the Commander, you could be torn away from everything you know. He's not worth it, he knows. Compared to everything your life is, he's nothing.

Yet, he nods.

You walk towards him, closing the distance that separates you, Rex wishes you didn't, he can never think straight when you're so close, hence the predicament he finds himself in.

When your hand cups his cheek, he flinches, he has never felt anything close to soft against his skin, always the end of someone's knuckles, the steel of some droid, the heat of a blaster shot. Never something so tender as someone else's hand, slightly calloused by the arduous training of the art of holding a lightsaber and the constant firmness in your grip that these unrelenting times need you to have.

Your eyes fall on him, analyzing his expression that lays so vulnerable in his face when there's nothing that helps him mask it, he seems timid, and like he was about to brace for a punch that never comes.

"You know," your voice serene, warm, and he doesn't understand why, how in the middle of all this, buried in corpses and hands dripping with blood you still find a way to shine so bright, to illuminate a path for him in the chaos of everything and anchor him back. "If you weren't so ready to sprint back to your quarters, I could tell you that I'm in love with you too."

"You are?" You smile, warmed by his naiveness, and he gulps when he sees your eyes flickering to his lips.

"I thought I was obvious," you try to explain, the amused glint in his face warms his cheeks, "I've been flirting with you since I met you, Captain, what took you so long?"

"You were?"

You chuckle, pressing the lightest of kisses on the corner of his mouth, a peck, soft and sweet for him to crumble down at your feet. He feels light-headed and you have barely done anything.

"Are you going to kiss me, trooper?"

He nods, licking his lips with anticipation, taking a moment to learn by heart the gleam in your eyes, and the little marks of your face, and the shape of your lips, and everything that makes you, you.

Rex smiles lightly, closing the gap between your bodies with a single step, his own gloved hands cupping your face.

"Sir, yes sir."

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[stonefreeak]

My goodness people, I’m so sorry for the delay! I’ve been working on the structuring of my files to get a better overview of what remains of the project, to hopefully be able to speed writing up (even as work really means that my free-time is much more limited than it was once upon a time, lmao. Sometimes I miss December of 2016 when this whole thing started, 33k in a month of updates, amirite?)

it’s taken me so long I’m wondering if anyone even remember this plot point at this point, lmao

Also: belated happy midsummers to all my fellow Swedes!

Bail taps his finger against this desk and stairs unseeingly at the datapad in front of him.

He hadn't been sure if the information Aleena Yashi gave him, though she's worked as an assistant to multiple senators over the years, was true. But everything checks out. He briefly wondered why she would come to him about it, rather than Senator Lobos who she's currently working for... But perhaps it's because he's known to have a favourable view of the Jedi that she's done so. Perhaps it's because all of this information mostly pertains to the Jedi and the laws surrounding them, and she wanted a prominent Senator who she could trust not to hide the information away because they don't care for the Jedi.

Bail, a Core World Senator well known for his good relationship with the Jedi and friendship with the current Supreme Chancellor, must have seemed like the best option for her. He wonders who else would have been on her list, before she settled on him, but he chose not to ask when she visited him. Perhaps it's better if he doesn't know; it hardly matters now anyway.

He looks down at the datapad again and considers his options.

He should probably discuss her findings with her, and see what exactly her goal is. If he's to do something about this, then he wants her involved even as he gathers support from other senators.

He has no doubt that Padmé will agree to add her support to Bail to help sort this mess out, but considering that they've both been involved with the investigation they're conducting into Jedi missions being altered... Well, Bail wants more Senators involved this time. Just to ensure that it cannot be taken as some form of conspiracy in favour of the Jedi. As ridiculous as that notion seems, Bail is not blind to the way many Senators look at the Jedi, nor to the fact that many of them don't seem to believe that they're really capable of what they say they are.

Few people besides the Jedi truly believe in the Force, after all.

Few people could believe in something they cannot know for themselves when others supposedly have a direct connection to it. Bail is one of the few who does believe them, he's seen what the Jedi can do first-hand. There's nothing else that can account for that kind of power besides this Force they talk of. They and other groups out there, it’s not only the Jedi, after all.

Besides, he knows many of them personally, and while Bail may not understand or follow all of their beliefs or traditions, he also knows that they're not a bunch of charlatans faking it for power of money—though he knows some of his fellow senators believe that to be the case. Even senators on Coruscant, who've seen Jedi in real life, seem to believe them little more than myth.

Bail has been kept up to date on the investigation into the Jedi missions, though he’s not taking an active role in it right now, and he’s certain that he has been kept in the loop to give legitimacy to the investigation. Give it a proper paper trail, even if it’s done with the Senate’s highest level of security. A strictly need-to-know basis, and until it’s finished, no one else needs to know.

Of course, Bail asked Obi-Wan in private if he would be allowed to tell Breha. As his Queen and the leader of Bail’s planet, he found it important to clue her in on it. Besides, it’s another step of legitimacy. After all, if Breha takes an active stance on it, then so does Alderaan.

If anyone wants to accuse the investigation at a later date for being a sham… Well, they will need to accuse Alderaan of engaging in it in the first place. Bail isn’t stupid enough to think that it’s not one of the primary reasons Obi-Wan agreed with Bail’s request.

They’re friends, and Obi-Wan likes Breha, but this is not about being friends. This is about political allyship and keeping sensitive information on as tight a lock-down as they can until the time  to reveal it comes.

Besides, as worried as Bail has become with Miss Yashi’s information, it’s even worse when considered together with the altered Jedi missions and not in the least… Well, the war time propaganda. There's no point in shying away from what it is, and the ramifications it has.

Considering how most of the war time propaganda—Bail can acknowledge it for what it is, there truly is no point in trying to deny the facts—focuses almost exclusively on the clones and their efforts in the war, it's hardly strange that the general population neither know nor understand them.

Further considering the information that Bail has now confirmed to be real and accurate... He understands that the omission of the Jedi is entirely deliberate. If you want to discredit and undermine the Jedi, why would you ever speak of their accomplishments and sacrifices? You wouldn't, as that would bring public support to them.

Bail sighs and rolls his shoulders.

He needs to build a following, he cannot properly push this alone. But he also understands why Miss Yashi brought it to him alone, first. A Core World Senator is far harder to make "disappear" than a Twi'lek Senatorial aide, no matter how awful that is to say. Bail can't go missing, and any attempt on his life would have a bit more trouble hitting its mark.

That's not to say that it would be impossible for someone to assassinate him, which is of course why he'll make sure that Breha is entirely up to speed on everything.

All of it together... There is some form of conspiracy to discredit or perhaps even get rid of the Jedi; Bail is sure of it. But he cannot see to what end. What are they trying to achieve?

For what reason would anyone work to discredit the Jedi? What is the end goal to strive for? There’s no way for the politicians to dissolve the Jedi Order, they are not in that way under Senate control. They could, of course, remove all of their backing, forcing the Jedi to become free agents, certainly…

But for what purpose? It would leave the Republic without the Jedi as peacekeepers, for the Jedi would hardly remain to do diplomacy work for the Senate without its backing. After all, what would the point be? Without the Senate’s backing, the Jedi would have far less ability to do anything.

How could they negotiate treaties if the Senate won’t honour them?

They could, perhaps, be a neutral third party within discussions. But there’s no reason for anyone to listen to their input in such a case. It’s hard enough to get disagreeing parties to listen to external input when you come with powerful backing that could make you listen even if you refuse.

How could they function with no funding? They would need to work on commission, at which point only those who can afford their help can get it. That would be the opposite of an improvement.

To not even begin to talk about how few of them there are, how few of them there were even before the war. Their population is not even a hundredth of a percent of Alderaan’s population, and Alderaan is only a single planet within the tens of thousands of star systems that make up the Republic—nevermind the entire galaxy. There’s just not enough of them, and hasn’t that always been a problem even while they’re working under the Republic? Too few, spread too thin.

No, if the Jedi became free agents, their ability to affect change would be greatly diminished. Bail is quite certain they’d work on much smaller scales, still trying to do what they can for the galaxy, bit by bit. Working with smaller communities on planets and moons… If they even had the ability to find out about disputes that may need their help in the first place.

Losing the Jedi as peacekeepers isn’t a win for the Republic either, as the budget for the Jedi was already miniscule even before it started being diminished—as Miss Yashi’s discovery shows. It cannot be an attempt at cost saving, or an idea of improvement for the Republic. Needing to train their own diplomats and ensure that they have skilled enough guards… That would be more expensive and it would not be able to guarantee that these diplomats are neutral in conflicts.

The Jedi have no specific allegiances the way diplomats and even Senators have. Even the least corrupt Senator will still place their own planet and star system first. It is part of their role, after all.

So no, it cannot be something like that. Not unless the people slowly enacting this are horribly misguided and foolish. Not to mention, Bail knows most Senators would simply call for making away with the Jedi entirely, rather than this slow plan to undercut them.

No… There must be something else going on here, some other primary goal whoever is pulling these strings is looking out to do.

He’ll need to figure it out, no doubt, Bail concludes.

But beyond that, he also needs to build a base to help him bring this information he’s been given to the Senate’s attention. He is quite sure already who he should be looking towards first: Senator Ach’ki Mandai of Haa’ndu.

Who better to help him bring this to Senate attention than the Senator who ensured a Jedi now sits as the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic?

—

(Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi masterpost)

[tommysparker]

Never Forget You [Chapter 3]

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

A/N: hey y’all! thank you for your patience with this chapter. enjoy!! :) [also totally didn’t have this in my drafts then forget to post earlier pfftttt whaaaatt?]

Warnings: angst with a tiny amount of fluff. anakin finally makes his debut in this series. it gets better just stay with me. long italic paragraphs = flashbacks

Anakin Skywalker had witnessed many things over the years. 

Giant beasts? At least once a week. Sith Lords? Becoming too common. Droid armies? All year long. Looking death in the eye? Simply another day in the life of a Jedi. 

Nothing could ever have prepared him for the sight he was currently witnessing. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Master, The Negotiator, the Jedi Council’s most prized Jedi…sulking.

It has been a full week since You returned to the Jedi Temple and Anakin couldn’t help to think his former Master’s mood and your arrival were connected. He was vaguely aware of your past friendship, only hearing bits and pieces of the adventures you had together as Padawans. 

During his days under Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship he would often hear about how “a wise Jedi I once knew” would do certain things. He wanted to know more about this oh-so-great Jedi, however, any time the young boy asked his Master would always brush him off with a mournful look in his eyes.  

He didn’t understand at the time but now he’s beginning to piece together that perhaps there was something more between the two of you. 

“You think Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi were courting?” 

“Keep your voice down, Snips,” Anakin hushed.

“Sorry, sorry. But Master,” Ahsoka lowers her voice, “what led you to that conclusion? I’ve hardly seen them together since Master Y/l/n came back. What makes you think they could be lovers?” 

“That’s just it, Ahoska. They’ve been avoiding each other like the Rakghoul plague. Obi-Wan told me they were such good friends, and now that they’re back they can’t stand to be in the same room as each other? I don’t buy it.” Anakin looked back to where Obi-Wan sat with Commander Cody, no doubt brainstorming new battle tactics and liberation plans. 

“So what do you suppose we do? Set them up or something?” The look her Master gave her made her regret her words the moment they left her mouth. 

“Come on, Snips. It’s a good idea. We get them to stay in the same room so they have no choice but to confront each other and talk things out! It’s genius.” Anakin smiled, his eyes still on his former Master. He had a feeling if Obi-Wan were to find out about this plan he would be in for a major lecture but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He couldn’t stand to see the old man look so miserable, not if he can do anything about it. 

Ahsoka crossed her arms and followed her Master’s gaze. Something was clearly different about her Grand-Master. He had put his full attention into ending the war, which wasn’t new. However, she could tell something was off. He no longer came out to the landing zone to greet returning fighters, stayed away from the meditation and training centers as well as the Jedi Archives which was the most off-putting observation considering that was where he spent most of his time.

Anytime someone needed to find Obi-Wan Kenobi, the first place they would check was the ancient history section of the Jedi Archives. 

“I don’t know why you find so much interest in these old books Y/n/n,” Obi-Wan complained from across the table. “Can’t we go practice our lightsaber skills instead?” 

You smiled. “Nuh uh, mister. If I won the wager you promised to sit with me during my reading time. Now shush, and read.” You pushed the unopened textbook toward the pouting Padawan. “Maybe you’ll actually learn something.” 

Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out in a childish manner, sighing dramatically when you gave him a certain look and reluctantly opened the cover and began to read Tales of The Old Republic. 

Safe to say from that point onward, Obi-Wan would join your daily Archive visits with zero complaints. 

You close the book, careful to make sure no pages fell out and gently push it back into its place on the shelf. Using the force, you carefully push the ladder you were currently standing on over to the next column and begin nitpicking through the array of old texts. 

It took a few days for you to settle in and readjust to the Jedi Temple life. Once you had, however, things quickly took a turn. 

Master Yoda requested that you help train some of the younglings who were having trouble advancing into the next stages of becoming a Jedi. In all honesty, you much rather have had the freedom to roam for at least one more week, but the new role presented an excuse to not be around a certain blue-eyed Jedi. 

“Looking for something?” 

The voice startled you, causing you to jump and lose your balance on the ladder. You yelp as you begin to fall towards the ground, bracing yourself for the hash impact and the bruises that would add to the collection on your side still currently healing.  

Instead, you feel a pair of arms catch you, one under your back and the other behind your knees in a classic bridal style. The hold felt secure instantly, and you instinctively clung to the tunic of your savior. You look up to thank the person for preventing any injuries, but the blue eyes staring back at you made your mind go blank. 

Obi-Wan stared back, unsure of what to say. This was the closest he has been to you since you left a decade ago. He longed to have you in his arms, to hug you, to regain that safety net you provided he knew he could always fall back on.

“Um...thank you, General.” It came out as more of a question, your mind still reeling from almost falling and also the fact that the man who you had been actively avoiding just happened to be in the same place you spent hours of your youth together. 

“Obi-Wan, please. No need for formalities, darling.” The old nickname slipped out, and he was about to apologize when he noticed the light blush that spread across your face. Perhaps not everything about you has changed. 

“Right...Obi-Wan. Well, I’ll be on my way then,” You rushed, trying to pass by him but he stopped you once again by the call of your name. 

“Y/n/n’s wait. Whatever game you’re playing, frankly I am not a fan of it.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What are you talking about?” You turned around and looked at him confused. 

“You were the one who summoned me here,” he stretched his arms out, “here I am and now you’re trying to run away again. I hardly think that’s fair.” He was beginning to get frustrated. He came in with his heart on his sleeve, ready to finally talk to you after so long and find out why you’ve been keeping your distance. Now, all he felt was betrayal and irritation at the ongoing dance you insist on doing around each other. 

He preferred to dance like you did in your youth, but alas this was nothing but another sign he needs to get mind out of the past.  

You scoffed lightly. “Again? What is that supposed to mean exactly?” You knew exactly what he meant, but you didn’t want to admit it. You’ve been denying it for ten years and Force be damned if you’d admit it now. 

“You’ve been avoiding me since your return--” You open your mouth to protest but he ignores you and continues “--and then you send the youngling to bring me here, only to try to flee upon my arrival,” He frowns, lifting his elbow and resting it on his remaining crossed arm. “I know our history can make things...difficult in the present time,” He glanced around cautiously as he spoke,”but I would appreciate it if we make an agreement simply to not speak from now on. No more games.” 

You blinked, head tilting slightly as you waited for him to finish. “Obi-Wan, I didn’t ask for you to come here. Nor would I ever involve younglings in personal matters.” He should know that, you thought. But should he really? 

His face fell from annoyance to embarrassment, his arms falling to his sides. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure what to do now. It was his own fault for getting his hopes up. I should have known better. 

You purse your lips and nodded slowly. “Well, I’m glad we at least came to an agreement. Goodbye, General Kenobi.” You took your leave, forcing yourself not to look back as you felt his eyes watching your figure. 

Obi-Wan let out a frustrated sigh, knowing he just ruined any and all changes of reconnecting with you. In his defense, however, you were the one avoiding his attempts at friendly conversation and refusing to meet and make up for lost time.  

Still, something didn’t feel right about this. 

“What the kriff was that?” 

Ah, there’s that something. “Anakin, please tell me this was not your doing.” 

Anakin smiled guilty, Ahsoka coming out from behind the bookshelf to stand next to her Master. 

“It was Snips' idea.” Anakin shrugged, flinching when he felt her punch his arm. “Ow!”

“You were the one who came up with the plan, and now look! Master Y/l/n and Master Kenobi will never get together--” Ahoska stops herself, realizing she said too much. “Oh no.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan looks at them both incredulously. “First of all, Master Y/l/n and I are simply…” he wanted to say friends, but even that was a reach at this point, “acquaintances. We knew each other in the past, and in the past our friendship shall stay. As for ‘getting together’, you both know very well any implication of that goes directly against the Jedi Code.” He crossed his arms tightly as he scolded. 

“I can tell you harbour feelings for them, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to lie to us.” 

“Whatever feelings I may or may not have for Y/n are unrelated. You must understand your responsibilities as a Jedi. No matter what emotional sacrifice we must make.” He made a point to look at Anakin at the end, knowing he won’t follow the implication but at least hoping he’ll get the message.     

“We’re sorry, Master.” Ahsoka looked down in shame not at what they had tried to achieve, but at the cost and clear damage they caused. 

Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand over his beard before resting it on her shoulder. “It’s alright young one. You meant no harm. Perhaps some things are better left forgotten.” 

Oh, if only it were that simple. 

A Padawan approached the three of them quickly. “Excuse me, Master Yoda sent me to tell you he and Master Y/l/n are waiting for you all in the council room.” 

Of course, these things never are. 

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[anakin-skybreaker]

How They Handle Spicy Food: Clone Wars Edition

Padme Amidala:

Like everything else she does in her life, Padme is downright regal with her spicy foods. She’s not a fan, per say, but she does consume more spice than the average person due to her position as a senator political dinners and all that and being married to Anakin. And she always handles it with grace. 

Padme has a good understanding of her limits and usually sticks within them. She might shed a tear or have a cough here and there, but there are no freak outs, no getting sick, no screaming, no wailing - true queen behavior.

Ahsoka Tano:

So Ahsoka’s introduction to spice is entirely her own fault but she’ll tell the story as if it’s Anakin’s. 

Whenever it’s mealtime, whether they’re at Dex’s or on the go, Anakin will leave his food. He’ll get up to go to the bathroom or call Padme and he leaves his food unattended. As a Padawan, it is Ahsoka’s Force-given right to steal his food. So she does. Frequently. 

Until one day, while Anakin’s back is turned, she takes a bite of his mashed potatoes of all things and her mouth lights on fire. He was nice about it though and bought her ice cream in between his laughing fits. This incident, however, was not enough to deter Ahsoka. She continues to steal his food. It’s like a game of roulette and that’s where her tolerance comes from. She’s a fan.

Obi Wan Kenobi:

This is the quickest way to get Obi Wan cursing. He usually doesn’t like to since he considers it uncouth so he’ll swear in anything but Basic. It’s quite a spectacle. That being said, it’s hilarious how bad he is with spicy food. Sriracha would kill him. Certain people have innate talents for certain things; Obi Wan Kenobi was not built for spice. 

There’s a rumor among the Jedi that a medic had to be called because his and Anakin’s orders got switched. This rumor is true. He thought he was dying. It’s unfair how often this man gets clowned on for his poor tolerance. And, although it may have been cruel, Anakin did dose Obi Wan’s tea with pepper flakes once in revenge while he was a Padawan. He regrets it weekly, in that, he regrets how hard it made him laugh.

Anakin Skywalker:

An expert, a connoisseur, a fanatic, the Jedi Order’s one and only Spice King. It’s not exactly that Anakin has high tolerance. He does, but that’s not the main takeaway. Anakin just likes spicy food. He loves it. He adores it. He lives for the burn, the sweats, the high that you get afterward. He’s all in, all the time. He’s even developed a method to minimize the gastric distress while maximizing spice. He carries a packet of pepper flakes with him everywhere he goes. Occasionally, he’ll use it as a weapon. 

This man will drink veritable battery acid and enjoy it. He might actually have a problem.

“But the burn means it’s good, Obi Wan.”

Commander Cody:

Cody, on his own, is middle of the road. He’ll add some generic hot sauce to his meals every now and then. He’ll add a dash of pepper and have a couple dips of salsa. The thing is, this is one of the many areas where Cody applies his fine-tuned common sense and refuses to engage his peers in their tomfoolery. He just watches it all go down. When holovids pop up with Obi Wan speaking in tongues or Rex sobbing into his plate while he bravely soldiers on, 9/10 times it’s Cody.

Captain Rex:

I believe it’s pretty much canon that Rex has the heart of a lion. He’s brave and loyal and a good man, goddamn it. If there’s one thing Rex has going for him, it’s willpower. He sweats and shakes and has to do some form of calisthenics or maybe even a crossword to get through the meal, but he gets through it. Poor guy has no tolerance. He’s actually worse than Obi Wan but he’s got heart and that’s all that matters.

Darth Maul:

He’s the one you actually want to watch consume obscenely spicy food because he’s so overconfident. He’s had his legs cut off, after all. He’s a Sith Lord, after all. He knows pain, after all. What’s a pepper or two? and yes he’s the dumbass who eats the thing whole. 

Maul is the guy who takes a huge bite and gets the look. You know, the I have made a critical error look. He’s the one with the dramatics; screaming, cursing, sweating, threats of violence. He powers through it though and gets horribly sick afterward. It’s never not funny.

Bo Katan Kryze:

An actual monster with no pain receptors it’s actually a genetic mutation do not challenge her you will rue the day.

[fanfictasia]

Whumpay Day 7

“Why didn’t you tell me?”/Lost Voice

Spoiler: From an unnamed fanfic

Anakin has absolutely no idea what to say. Obi-Wan has never said anything like that before – it’s not that Anakin never doubted that his master cares for him; he knew that in technicality, but it’s different to hear.

“What?” Obi-Wan prods.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, finally finding his voice. Maybe it’s how exhausted he is that’s getting to him, because normally he wouldn’t dare voicing this. “I spent so long – all I wanted was to know you cared.” He feels childish to bring this up, but Obi-Wan had asked. He had no idea that he’d have to give up his family and hopes of ever having one when he joined the Order. If he had, he may have had second thoughts. Maybe. He doesn’t really know – all he wanted was to get off Tatooine.

He's spent over a decade now trying to be good enough for Obi-Wan to accept him. It hurt, but he’s kept moving anyway. He always has. It was worse after his mother died – knowing that he failed her. Now he wonders if there’s just something wrong with him, because he’s not enough for everyone he doesn’t fail to save.

Obi-Wan looks stung. He reaches over, touching Anakin’s right arm – it’s probably the only part of him that doesn’t hurt right now. “Why would you question that?”

“I…” He feels foolish talking about it. He’s known for a long time that he wants more than Obi-Wan will give him, and he doesn’t want to ask for it. That would be unfair for both of them. It’s easier to be angry than to feel like this. He wishes he was, but he’s not – probably because he’s too exhausted to be. “I know you worry for me, but you…” He doesn’t know how to say this. It was far easier explaining some of it to Padme, because it wasn’t about how she was acting, even if in the end he doesn’t think she really understands.

“What?” he prods.

He doesn’t know how to answer that, or maybe he does but he's just afraid of how Obi-Wan will react. He doesn’t want to hurt him, either. “I can never do anything right for you.”

Obi-Wan frowns. Actually, he’s been frowning the whole time. “Anakin, that is not true.”

And this, for the record, is part of what he means. He never listens. “When was the last time I did something good enough for you?”

He seems… momentarily uncertain how to reply. He seems honestly confused, and that upsets him more than anything else. “I don’t understand why you would think that,” he admits, “You have exceptional skill. You may have much to learn, but you are good at what you do – most of the time.”

Maybe that’s the real problem – that Anakin is demanding more than Obi-Wan can and maybe even should give him. Maybe he should keep talking, but it isn’t something he’s ever been able to mention. It’s not a topic he’s discussed with anyone – except Palpatine, and Padme far more briefly. That was different. He was never talking to Obi-Wan about him. 

Exhaustion is already nagging at him again, and he really hopes Artoo will be back soon. He just wants to rest, and maybe it’s the conversation as much as the pain that’s wearing him out. In the end, he knows he’ll always crave for that level of acceptance – of family – that he’ll never get, and maybe shouldn’t because it’s not the Jedi way. That’s part of why he married Padme.

There’s another long pause of silence – he hopes Obi-Wan isn’t waiting on him to elaborate, because he can’t do that – before his master finally speaks again. “You look tired.”

“I was caught in an explosion.”

“I haven’t forgotten.”

[tennessoui]

kit kit kit kit i LOVE the ficlets you’ve been doing for the 4 word game and ive been needing some serious angst recently so would u pretty please do the hs reunion au with something like “you love me, right?” or “i can’t trust you” or “i need to go” or something else that speaks to u for the hs reunion im just dying for some angst please please please thank u !!!!!!

hello hello hello hello!!! you wanted angst........this is set in the "how to say someone's name like it's just a string of letters" universe, sequel forthcoming (eventually), also known as the hs reunion au tag on tumblr. i have to stress this is an angst with a happy ending! i would never write just angst im not strong enough to!!

(from this prompt list)

(900 words)

They’re almost out of the shampoo and conditioner that Anakin’s hotel supplied for free. Obi-Wan pauses in the middle of his shower and looks at the tiny bottles. The white liquid is dangerously low in the containers.

They’ve been using them for three days now, and they’ve been taking a lot of showers. Anakin laughs every time Obi-Wan stands, sweaty and sore from the bed to slink off to the bathroom, but he usually joins as well. It’s nice. That’s nice.

Has he noticed how low the shampoo and conditioner are? Has he noticed how long they’ve spent in this hotel room? Would it be better or worse, had Obi-Wan managed to convince Anakin to come home with him instead of back to his hotel?

Having Anakin in his house, perhaps sitting at his kitchen table, perhaps lounging in his bedroom—it would feel more permanent than seeing him only in this hotel room. But should it?

Maybe Obi-Wan can sneak out when Anakin falls asleep. Maybe he can bribe the hotel desk into giving him another few bottles of the stuff. Maybe Anakin hasn’t realized how much time has passed. Maybe he’s forgotten he has a real life to get back to.

Obi-Wan fights the childish urge to slap the bottles from the shelf. It’s not their fault. It’s just Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wants too much, wants so many impossible things.

He’d tried dating, when he was twenty-one. It’d been three years of thinking about Anakin, three years of torturing himself by looking at every social media post. University of Naboo’s Architecture Studies homepage had been his most viewed webpage for a year. He’d refreshed it constantly, waiting with baited breath for Anakin’s name to appear as accepted into the program.

But anyway. He’d tried dating. It had never worked out particularly well. Shmi had hugged him once, held him as he cried, and told him that his problem was that he wanted them to be Anakin, and they couldn’t be. None of them could be Anakin.

Obi-Wan had disagreed later, when he thought about it again. He didn’t want them to be Anakin. But he just wanted to be with Anakin, which was just as impossible. Just as terribly lonely.

He wants too much. He always has. 

He’d said—god, why had he told Anakin he still loved him? Anakin’s not said it back, not once in the past three days—four if you could the reunion itself. He shouldn’t have said it. He’d just wanted to—to not have any regrets. He’d just wanted to not have to wait fifteen more years for Anakin to come back. He’d thought in the moment if he just told him, just corrected the lie he’d said all those years ago, he could bury the ghost of Anakin Skywalker. He could move on with his life.

But no. He’s going to be haunted by this man for the rest of his life. He understands that now.

There will always be more things he should have told Anakin. He’ll imagine entire conversations, he’ll imagine moments he should have reached out and cupped Anakin’s cheek. Moments he should have been different—either softer or harder, rougher or more gentle. He won’t know what Anakin needs anymore, but he’ll spend the rest of his life imagining it. Trying to figure it out and just coming up with all the ways he fell short. Trying to decide what would have happened if only he’d gone down to the front desk and asked for more toiletries.

He gets dressed when he realizes he’s about to towel his skin red-raw. His sweatpants lie discarded on the tile, so he bends down to pick them up, put them on. With the back of his hand, he rubs across the mirror until the steam smears away and he can see his reflection.

He looks…tired. He looks old. Being with Anakin had made him feel young again, like he was eighteen, but he’s—he’s thirty-three now. He thinks he probably looks older. Anakin had aged beautifully, Anakin had aged gracefully.

The desert had aged Obi-Wan before he had a choice at all in the matter. He looks worn down and weathered. But what had he ever weathered? He’s run from every storm that had blown through his life.

Shaking his head, he turns away from the mirror, rubbing his face down against the towel once before hanging it up carefully on the back of the door.

When he exits the door, the first thing he sees is Anakin. Unsurprisingly, really. Anakin has always managed to fill every room he’s in.

Now, Anakin is dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and his bag is sitting on the bed next to him. They make eye contact. The room is too dark for Obi-Wan to be able to tell what his eyes are saying, or maybe it’s just a language he’s forgotten how to speak.

“I need to go,” Anakin tells him. The words are made out of glass and they shatter in the air between them, and then they’re just made up of fragments. Fragments and pieces of something that used to be so beautiful.

Obi-Wan can feel the corners of his mouth tug up. It’s supposed to be a smile, but he’s not sure it measures up. “Yeah,” he replies. “Yeah, I thought you might say that.”