#he NEEDS to hear Anakin say he belongs to obi-wan

[tennessoui]

44. and 54. for the ship asks?

I hope you're having a good time ✨

ah thank you i am having a very good time (but also very busy) (but also very fun) (but also very stressful) (but also very - )

thank you for sending these in <3

[from this ask game]

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

i think neither of them are predisposed to dancing in the kitchen making dinner (because i just can't see either of them expressing joy through dance) but the image is cute and if i had to pick, i'd say anakin would be more likely to dance in a very silly fashion as he cooks dinner (most probably because he thinks he's alone in their quarters)

only for obi-wan to spy him and lean up against the doorway to watch and anakin is a bit embarrassed but covers it with a "what, old man, don't want to join in?"/"haven't you ever danced before?" to which obi-wan obviously replies that of course he's danced before but that sort of dancing is certainly not the kind of dancing he's done in the past. does anakin want a demonstration?

and anakin thinks he's about to get pulled into a formal dance like the sort that obi-wan does at fancy balls on fancy missions so of course he says a very eager yes - only for obi-wan to pull him in for more like dirty club dancing from his padawan days

54. Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?

once a master, always a master:

Obi-Wan lets out a full-bodied sigh the moment the doors to his quarters close behind him. It'd been a long day, stacked on top of another, longer day, which in turn was stacked upon a longer week. A longer month. A long war.

He leans against the wall to slip off his boots, though he finds that he's too tired to line them up at the door where he likes to keep them. Instead, he leaves them as they've fallen.

The Council meeting had ended with the decision to send Obi-Wan and the 212th out to the Mid-Rim to rendezvous with Mace Windu's troops. It was an understandable command, and one Obi-Wan himself had volunteered for. But now, in the privacy of his own quarters, he allows the weight of the new orders to rest heavily on his shoulders as guilty dread pools up in his stomach. He'd told Anakin that they'd be able to share a week of leave together, once the other returned to the Temple tomorrow. Now, it turns out that they'd have only a few hours at most.

On his way from the door to his room, the Force gives him a kind, gentle nudge, just stubborn enough that it makes Obi-Wan turn his head to see--oh.

He hadn't even realized he wasn't alone in his quarters. Perhaps because the boy sleeping on his sofa with one shoe still loosely clinging to his foot feels as if he belongs there.

Obi-Wan's feet move him forward automatically to look over the couch's back at Anakin's sleeping form. His Force signature wraps around Anakin's gently, an instinctual hello. For a moment, he's regretful at it--thinking that perhaps it would be enough to wake Anakin from his sleep.

But Anakin's Force signature only nuzzles back at his in return, leaving the boy asleep, as if it is the most natural thing in the galaxy for them to be twined together.

"Alright," Obi-Wan mutters, letting his fingers trail over Anakin's curls before stepping around the couch to kneel at its edge. "Foolish boy," he chides though Anakin cannot hear him. Though he doesn't even mean the words, not truly. Not in the face of Anakin's presence. He must have pushed his ship to the edges of its capabilities to arrive earlier than planned. He must have wanted as much time with Obi-Wan as he could get. "My foolish boy," Obi-Wan says.

Anakin sleeps on, undisturbed.

Obi-Wan's hands find their way to his hair once more, stroking down a piece of it before lightly touching his cheek, the edges of the scar over his eye. The war has aged him. The war has taken so much from him. Of course he is tired. Hopefully, despite Obi-Wan's own absence, he will be able to get the rest he so desperately needs in the coming week. It would be good for him, for Ahsoka as well.

Against his will, his eyelids droop even as his knees protest the position on the ground. He could fall asleep as he is, he thinks. A worshipper at Anakin's altar.

But his padawan would be upset to find him like this in the morning. As much as he thinks that Anakin needs rest, Anakin returns the opinion tenfold. He will not be pleased at the upcoming mission. He would not be pleased to find Obi-Wan asleep on the ground beside him.

But their week together has been shortened only to a night, and Obi-Wan will be damned if he leaves him alone on the couch.

So, carefully, he stands and slides his arms beneath Anakin's back and legs, lifting him up with some hidden well of strength only exhausted masters who must care for their padawans possess.

"This was easier when you were younger," he mutters to Anakin's sleeping form, adjusting his arms around the other man so that his head doesn't loll uncomfortably to the side. "And about a hundred and fifty pounds lighter."

Anakin snores in response, Force signature radiating such a sense of safe contentment that even Obi-Wan's grumblings die down into nothing. They can, of course, wait for an appreciative, awake audience.

[myheadhurtscutely]

With the Band -Rocker!Anakin Skywalker x Reader-

First fic, kinda nervous (>ლ)

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` Anakin, your not boyfriend, boyfriend, has been touring around the area lately, and for some reason he seems like he just can't not have all eyes (and hands) on him..

!Warnings! ` Manipulation, Toxic!Anakin, Gaslighting, Love bombing, anakin just being an asshole in general. Cheating?? kinda. ANGST ANGST ANGST, tiny like smut references??

word count ` 1.6k

You guys weren't a thing. You knew that. He definitely made sure you knew that. You were his thing though. You knew that just as clearly.

Anakin had been touring for about three weeks now. His band was still stumbling through here and there, small faults, technical issues, band arguments. You saw it all. You had been there since day one. In highschool Anakin had made up his band consisting of Obi, his bassist. He was a shy kinda guy, didn't say much, but when he did it was nice to hear. His drummer- well nevermind his drummer changed every few weeks. Anakin was as stubborn as he was handsome. He saw it as His band, Obi was the only one who could tolerate his attitude. Anakin of course took the role of lead vocalist AND guitarist.

You had tried to join your freshman year of college as the guitarist, but your best friend, Anakin Skywalker, was just trying to help poor little you stay safe and focused on school. He told you he didn't want grubby hands thinking about you, and perverted eyes, feeling you up. You were just a girl. He made sure you understood. You were reasonably upset by this, but Ani fixed that after a couple of after show parties in the basements of venues... more specifically, the bathrooms.

It started as just a onetime thing. Both of you were intoxicated and you did what two friends, who have had undeniable chemistry since highschool after some alcohol and bud, do. Hook-up. It really was just flings here and there, Anakin bombed a test? Your phone would light up. 'hey r u busy rn?' Sure, you had an eight-page paper due by tomorrow, but yeah besides that you were free. free use. Anakin's drummer he got last Tuesday cussed him out and left? Ding! 'i need you rn'. You couldn't deny you're closest friend comfort. It was a vicious cycle. You felt awful, you really did. It was like you knew what he was doing, but you felt like there was no way out.. besides, he needed you. He also needed the 18 other girls around campus that rotated shifts in his bed when he wasn't playing gigs. But he told you, you were special, he meant it surely.

This night was special. It was the BIG gig. It was in the middle of the tour, the largest number of tickets sold at one of the biggest venues they could book. It was downtown at one of the smaller stages meant for local artist, but it was right next to the college nearby. Prime market. young women. pretty girls. desperate college chicks. Anakin knew what he was after by the end of this show, but you follow him obliviously up the stairs with your "v.i.p." pit pass behind him. Your already ripped stockings tearing on the metal fencing up the stairs. Anakin only hauled his guitar, refusing to help Obi and you carry any of the sound equipment. It's okay though, it's just cause he's hungover and his throats a little sore. Obi-wan grunts, hauling literally everything known to man, amps, cords, a random bass drum? Probably belonging to the drummer that left this past Friday. You held drinks, bags, clothes, food, and some lighting equipment. Anakin insisted on a fog machine also, which conveniently got left at home two hours away. God bless you Obi.

You dropped your stuff and rushed to give Anakin a peck on the cheek, which he quickly dismissed annoyedly. 'He's probably just stressed out,' you fought in an attempt to reason with yourself. After giving Obi-wan a thumbs up and a wishful good luck, you are quickly rushed off the wings of the stage, to the back of the pit. What the fuck? You could b a r e l y see the rail at the front of the stage through the sea of crappy highlights, and slutty tops. Oh well, lights come up, Anakins standing there, soaking up all of it. The attention, the lights, the sounds, the attention, the crowd, the attention, the attention, the attention. Excitement boiled in your stomach. Seeing him in his white tank top, stained with god knows what. His box bleached frosted tips at the very edges of his grown out hair. Sweaty and shiny from the lights, he was a sight to behold. An image to have every man and woman on their knees begging for a peek. You and Anakin knew that.

The set started out with his earlier tracks inspired by the likes of deftones and superhaven. His sweat dripped down from his chin, to his angular neck. His adams apple dancing with the runs erupting from his vocals. No one could admire him as deeply as you did. No one could appreciate his stage presence the way you did. Like the way the spotlight, contrasted harshly with his tanned skin, highlighting his carved cheeks and white teeth.

As he continued, you began to push your way to the front, fighting as if it was a ragging mosh pit at a Victoria's Secret perfume clearance sale. Clouds of vapor and smoke raised high creating Anakin's own fog machine. Second hand highs at these shows were a guarantee. Still pushing past sweaty bodies, with heavy drums and piercing guitar pounding in your ears, you slowly became disoriented. It was as if it was all hitting you, the meds were wearing off or something. you were suffocating, drowning in a large sea, with your only chance of safety just a few inches ahead.

You grab the rail.

Consciousness is regained and so is your composure. Smeared sweaty make up, clouds your vision, but you saw. You saw clear as day. He had leaned down from the stage and kissed her. Kissed her. Right on the lips. This was his song about you. You were the one with the beautiful eyes he sang about. You were the one he made listen to the strumming pattern of it till you could recite it like a scale. It was yours. For once it was yours. From him.

Glitter rained into your watery eyes, what a poor style choice. If only you would've known he'd kiss a beautiful brunette girl halfway through his set, you probably would've chosen a more neutral palette. Chasing whatever air remained in the world, you gasped, running out from the exit doors. It was already late. The only light illuminating onto your back was the exit sign and a streetlamp on the other side of the alley. The bands van was parked crookedly in a nook between the garbage cans and the dented fire hydrant. locked. Yay! and it was raining. You started to think that maybe you were in a dramatic romance novel. The rain really was just unnecessary. Regardless, you rampaged back into the back door, left unlocked in case of a fire. Storming up the steps, you could hear the unplugging of a turned on amp, causing a shrill amongst the chatty, squealing crowd. Anakin's figure became visible from the wings, Obi-wan following in after him. Without a thought going through your mind, you ran right up to him and slapped his chest. His head snapped in your direction, with his attention previously being on the cheering crowd behind him.

"Hey! What the fuck is your problem?" His arms throw themselves up in frustration.

"Don't play dumb with me, you fucking kissed her! You kissed her Anakin? You, you said that wouldn't happen." Your voice quivered as he mumbled, guiding the both of you out the door and into the rain, away from the scene you had just caused backstage.

His arms swarm you like an unwelcome crowd of bats. clouding your vision. In more ways than one. You thrashed but only for a second before completely crumbling in the man's arms. Sobs stained his disgusting tank top. Your cries drowned by the leaving crowd at the front of the building, and the heavy downpour casting you and Anakin in your own little shell.

"You know better than to expect me not to push the bands publicity. It might be better for you just to stay backstage from now on. Or go stay with one of your other guys when I do shows." How did his snide words warm you so sincerely...? He was right though. You knew better. You couldn't be upset; it was for the band. After he made it big, he'd be yours and yours alone. You knew the deal.

"m' sorry Ani, I just-"

"Don't call me that right now. You hurt my goddamn feelings." He shoves you away from his chest. "I was having a great show and then you came backstage screaming at me, putting on a pathetic show like always." He knew where to plant his knife and how to dig it around inside you. It cut you up completely. Every time.

You couldn't do anything but sob. Every show you'd go into it expecting a different outcome. You were the stupid one. You were the idiot. It was your fault. He was right and you knew it. There was nothing you could say to combat it. You just cried.

He paused for a moment. The both of you standing in the pouring rain. You, staring at the ground as he watched the rain fall. "fuck.." you could hear him curse under his breath.

"I'm sorry Anakin. really." He said nothing, dragging you back into his chest, kissing your forehead, swaying the both of you back and forth. His wet hair, dripping onto your nose after he pulls away slightly.

"Look at me," he takes your cheeks in his hands, "It's gonna be okay, just try to be better for me next time 'kay?" He finishes it off with a soft kiss to your puffed and dry lips.

"I love you." He hums in a lack of response.

Notes ` first fic, longer than i meant it to be, proof read before bed, so barely, thank youu <3 (hell if its anakin skywalker i will let him act this way, sure young man, be outta pocket..)

[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

Written in the Stars: Chapter XVI - Skywalker and [L/N]

Chapter Summary: The decision is made. A new life awaits you and Anakin. But is this the life for you? And how others' lives change?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader, Axe Woves/Original Female Character, Leia Skywalker/Han Solo, Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Leia Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Mara Jade, Chewbacca

Word Count: 6937

A/N: The gif is not mine. Enjoy!

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Anakin sighs and glares at the document in front of him. He's tired. He wants to finish this tedious task and lay down. He wants to take you in his arms and kiss you softly, whispering how he loves and adores you. He wants to see you smile and blush. He wants to make you laugh.

As if hearing his thoughts, you knock on his door and enter. He immediately lights up. And he sees you do as well. He's proud of it.

'How are you?' you ask, walking to him. You stand behind him and start massaging his shoulders. He sighs and closes his eyes.

'Better now,' he murmurs. 'How do you always know what I need?'

'I've been married to you for years,' you laugh. 'I look and observe you all the time. I know you, my darling husband.'

'I never get tired of hearing that,' he says, grinning. You chuckle and kiss his cheek.

'I've heard you talked with Obi-Wan,' you say. 'How is he?'

'Enjoying his retirement by Satine's side,' he answers. 'They're happy. But Satine wants you to know she misses Axe.'

'I know, I miss Lanash as well,' you sigh. 'But she's happy. And about to become the next Chancellor.'

'Something tells me she's going to be even a better one than Bail and Padmé,' he says. You hum in agreement and stop massaging him. You walk away and he immediately misses your touch. But you don't go far. You sit on the edge of his desk. He senses you're nervous for some reason.

'Do you remember that night when I told you I may be forced to marry Jordari?' you ask suddenly. His expression darkens.

'Of course, I do,' he says and suddenly smiles. 'While I wanted to kill that pompous prince for wanting to take you for himself, it was also the day you said you love me.'

'And do you remember what I told you?' you ask.

'You have to be more specific,' he answers. 'I remember everything you told me, but what exactly do you mean?'

'That I belong with you,' you answer. 'That you are my home.'

He smiles. He nods, remembering.

'You said you looked at me and somehow you could see fifty years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we're together,' he says. You smile and reach into your pocket. You take out a folded document. You hand it to him. He gives you a puzzled expression.

'What is it?' he asks.

'A present from me to you,' you answer.

'What's the occasion?' he asks, taking the piece of paper.

'Read it,' you encourage him. He sighs and unfolds the paper. He starts reading.

I, [Y/N] [L/N]-Skywalker, Queen of Luth, do hereby declare My irrevocable determination to renounce the Throne for Myself…

His head shoots up. He looks at you with wide eyes, shocked. He opens his mouth.

'I want that,' you say softly, looking him in the eyes. 'I want to sit with you on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere. Or wherever else you want to be. I want to give up my life for you, like you did once for me. I want to be somewhere where it's just us. Where we can be happy, doing things married couples do. I want you.'

Tears fill his eyes. He wants to stand up, cup your face and kiss you senseless. But his head is still working, unfortunately.

'But… what are Leia and Han going to say about it?' he asks.

'I've talked about it with them,' you answer. 'Well, I talked with Leia and she talked with Han. He wasn't exactly thrilled, but he agreed to take on his new role by Leia's side.'

'But are they ready for this?' he asks.

'Where we?' you snort and shake your head. 'You can never be ready for it. But they're as much prepared as they can. Well, Leia is. But Han will manage just as you did. The question is… do you want this?'

'Do I want to have you all to myself? Of course, I do!' he answers and looks at you softly. 'But… do you really want this? You… you're the best queen the people could've asked for. This is the life you were born for. Do you really want to leave it all?'

You stand up and move to sit on his lap. He stares at you as you cup his face. You smile.

'I was born for you,' you say quietly. 'I did my duty. I served the people for years. I prepared my heir. It's time for me to get my dream. You. Happy. Living the life you want. That's what I want.'

He catches your mouth with his. You sigh and tangle your hands in his hair. He groans.

'When?' he asks.

'Soon,' you answer. 'There are still some things that need to be prepared. But… are we doing this?'

'Absolutely,' he answers and hums. 'Would it be awful of me if I stop working for today, make you stop working for today as well, and take you to our bedroom?'

'We've worked hard lately,' you say. 'I say we deserve a break.'

He grins and stands up with you in his arms. You laugh and let him carry you to the bedroom. He lays you down and starts kissing your body.

'You are… absolutely… extraordinary…' he says, undressing you. 'You keep doing things that make me love you more.'

'Takes one to know one,' you say and undress him as well. Once you're both naked, he prepares you for him with his fingers and mouth. You moan and tangle your hand in his hair again. He groans and goes faster.

Just then there's a knock on the door. You freeze and then groan. He stands up, frustrated, and puts on a dressing gown. You cover yourself, while he opens the door slightly. He sees frowning Leia.

'Can I help you?' he asks.

'Why are you in your dressing gown in the middle of the day?' she asks, confused.

'Think about it,' he answers. She stares at him. Then her eyes go wide and she blushes.

'Oh. Right. Um. Sorry,' she says and clears her throat. 'I just wanted to inform mom that the dignitaries have arrived. Unless… Han and I should greet them?'

'It would be a good practice for you,' he agrees. She sighs.

'Just… come join us when you finish,' she murmurs, turning away.

'I hope they're going to be long gone by the time we're done,' he says happily. She glares at him. He grins, winks and closes the door.

'I hate you!' she shouts.

'I love you, too, squirrel!' he calls back. He returns to you, chuckling.

'Now, where were we?' he asks, climbing on top of you. 'Ah, yes. Here.'

He returns to pleasuring you. Once you're wet and stretched for him, you switch positions and now it's you pleasing him. When he has enough, you lower yourself on him slowly.

'Ready?' you whisper. He nods, staring at you, mesmerized. You start moving, causing you both to moan and groan. You put your arms around him and press your lips to his. The kiss is passionate but also sweet and tender.

'I love you so much,' he gasps, pressing you closer to him. You smile and nuzzle his nose.

'My heart is yours,' you say. 'You better start thinking what we're gonna do on our retirement. Because you're awful when you're bored.'

'How dare you?' he asks, pretending to be offended. You laugh.

'You know it's true!' you say. He smiles gently.

'I love hearing you laugh, he says, caressing your cheek. 'And I love even more be the one that causes it.'

You smile back and kiss him, speeding up. He groans and answers the kiss. After that it's less talking and more making love. And lots of touching.

After some time, you reach your peaks, screaming each other's names. He collapses on the bed, still inside you. You lay your head on his chest, panting heavily.

'You make me so happy,' he whispers. You smile and kiss him.

'And you make me feel so loved,' you say. He hugs you tightly. You stay like that for some time. Hugging each other and thinking what the future has in store for you two.

*

No one is happy about your abdication. But after calm arguments fail and you turn to angry threats, everyone grumpily allows you to begin the process. And so, on that fateful day, you, Anakin, your children and the Council gather in the Council Room. The act of abdication lies on the table. You and your husband grab pens.

'Together?' he asks. You smile.

'Together,' you confirm. You sign the document together… and suddenly you feel as if you can breathe again. You loved being a queen. Helping people. But deep down you knew how much it costed you. And now… now you can write the next chapter of your life on your own.

'Quickly, to the Temple now, before Leia and Han change their minds,' you say and hurry toward the door, ignoring solemn looks of your… former… Council. Skywalker chuckles and follows you.

Some time later you're waiting with the Jedi and your family, as your daughter and son-in-law are being crowned. It's a beautiful sunny day. You're no longer a queen. Anakin is by your side. You're very happy.

'We had rainbows,' your husband suddenly says. You look at him and snort.

'It's not a competition,' you scold him.

'No, but the people will compare you,' he points out. 'You were an extraordinary queen.'

'And you were an amazing king,' you praise him. You share a smile. Before you can say more, the door to the Temple opens and the new royal couple walks out. People cheer and clap. You join them with a big smile on your face.

'Right, Skywalker is,' Yoda says quietly beside you. 'Miss you, the people will.'

'As I will miss them,' you admit. 'But it's time for someone young to lead. They will do great. I feel it.'

'The same, I feel,' he says and you smile at each other. Then, you watch Leia and Han drive in the chariot around the capital, waving at their subjects.

The party is great. Except for that part when people ask you if you're sure about your decision. As if you could take up the throne after the abdication. You didn't want that, though, so you don't have to check if it's actually possible.

Later, Anakin and Obi-Wan are outside, drinking and watching the night sky. They're silent for a long moment, simply enjoying the beautiful time.

'You feel guilty,' Kenobi finally says. 'But you know she's doing it for herself as well, right?'

'I do,' Skywalker sighs. 'It's just… she was born to be a queen. I feel as if I forced her to rip out a part of her.'

'And you were born to be the Chosen One,' his former master reminds him. 'You did what you were destined to do. It didn't change you. There wasn't any less of you. She did her part as well. She was the Queen of Luth. And now she's stepping aside. She will still be the same [Y/N] you fell in love with. She will still love you. She won't hate you.'

His friend looks down, ashamed he was discovered. And ashamed he has such thoughts.

'Doubting is a human thing,' Obi-Wan says softly. 'But I've watched you two for the past years. You still look at her the way you looked at her when your love was only starting. Her eyes still light up whenever you enter the room. Nothing that happened during your years together changed that nor made it smaller. This won't either. Believe it. And believe in her. And yourself.'

'Thank you,' Anakin says, looking at his brother in gratitude. They clasp arms. Just then you show up. You look at them, confused.

'Sorry, did I interrupt something?' you ask. They let go of each other.

'No, you actually may help me prove a point,' Kenobi says. 'Can you close your eyes for me?'

You give him a puzzled look, but close your eyes. He waits a bit. Then he walks to you and leans to your ear. Skywalker frowns at him.

'Anakin,' his former master whispers. A smile immediately forms on your face. Your husband's look softens.

'Okay, you can open your eyes now,' your friend says. 'Thank you.'

'What was that about?' you ask after you open your eyes.

'Don't worry about it,' former king says, taking you in his arms. 'Just continue to love me.'

'Always,' you say softly and kiss him. 'But I really want to know what is going on.'

'That's a secret between two friends,' Skywalker says. You pout. He chuckles and hugs you tighter. His former master smiles.

'So, did you find your cottage yet?' he asks.

'We did,' you confirm. 'You can come anytime you want, by the way.'

'Good,' he says. 'Because I don't think I can't live without you two.'

'Aww…' you say, touched.

'The you from when you were training me wouldn't believe you said that,' your husband chuckles. Obi-Wan snorts.

'No, I don't think I would have,' he agrees. Just then Luke shows up.

'How is it that every time I look for you, I find you two hugging?' he asks.

'I assumed that's all they've been doing for years,' his uncle says.

'No, they did rule sometimes,' your son says. 'Between hugs.'

'You say that but we all know you're amazed by our love,' you say.

'Yeah and it makes you feel all soft inside,' Anakin adds. You all laugh. You pull away from Skywalker and walk to the Prince.

'What do you need?' you ask him.

'I was wondering if we could dance our traditional dance,' he answers. Your face light up. Two former Jedi look at you two in horror.

'No,' they protest at the same time. You turn to them.

'We're doing it,' you say and grab Luke's hand. 'We must. Come on. Let's sell this idea to your sister.'

'Do you think she will agree?' he asks.

'Of course, she will,' you answer and smirk. 'Han hasn't danced it yet.'

'Oh, perfect,' he laughs. You quickly find your daughter. It's not hard, as she's the woman of the hour.

'Honey, your brother has an amazing idea,' you say when you manage to push through the crowd. She looks at him, interested.

'Let's dance our traditional dance,' he says. She grins.

'Oh, perfect,' she comments. 'Han hasn't danced it yet.'

She hurries away, giddy. She speaks to the orchestra and goes to the podium.

'May I have your attention, please?!' she calls and all eyes turn to her. 'We are now going to dance a traditional dance of people of Luth. We call it Chabaka.'

Luthians light up in delight. Guests who have never danced it are intrigued. Guests who did are horrified.

'Why you never taught me that?' Solo asks his wife when she takes his hand and leads him on the dancefloor.

'Because you can't learn that,' she chuckles. 'You have to live it!'

He gives her a puzzled look. But pretty soon he finds out what she meant. When the torture is over, he staggers to a table. His father-in-law is already there, drinking lemonade. He hands a cup to his son-in-law, who accepts it with gratitude.

'Who invented it?' Han asks, wincing in pain.

'I don't know, but they better be happy they're dead,' Anakin says grumpily. 'And don't think it gets better. It doesn't. The ability to dance it without pain is only given to the people of Luth. I hated whenever I had to dance it.'

'I can't ban it, can I?' Solo sighs. Skywalker shakes his head.

'Now, remember my advice from before the wedding,' he says. The King looks at his wife. He smiles and suddenly feels better.

'Thanks,' he says.

'You're welcome,' your husband says, winking at him. 'And don't worry. It works every time.'

You and Anakin stay at the palace for some time yet after the coronation. You want to properly say goodbye and more importantly help the new rulers. But once they settle in and you feel you're ready… you get on Skywalker's new ship.

'How do you feel?' he asks when you rise in the sky. He expects to see sadness on your face. But he sees a smile. You look at him with love.

'Free,' you answer and take his hand. 'And ready for our next adventure.'

He grins and speeds up. Whatever the future has in store for you two, he knows he's ready as well. Because he has you by his side.

*

You and Anakin move to a different planet. You have to. Otherwise, people on Luth would keep nagging you. Including the new king and queen. So, you find a nice planet and build a cottage in the middle of nowhere. And now comes the hard part. Living a quiet life.

'You know, all the time I kept telling everyone Leia and Han are prepared for ruling Luth,' you say a week after your arrival. 'But it turns out, I'm not ready. I'm bored. I need something to do.'

'Try a thing called relaxing,' Skywalker suggests from behind his book. You send him a glare. He feels it and looks up.

'Honey, you're strong,' he assures you. 'You can do it.'

'Managing a planet?' you ask. 'Yes. Ending a crisis? Yes. Helping to end a war? Yes. Relaxing? Never.'

'I'm not going there,' your husband says. 'If I do, Han will hand me back the crown and never takes it again. I will have to continue wearing it after I die. And while I loved doing that with you, I want my early retirement.'

You sigh. You slouch in your seat.

'I'm sorry,' you murmur. His look softens. He stands up and walks to crouch in front of you.

'You helped me to become a good king, remember?' he asks and you nod. 'Now it's my time to help you be a person without serious duties.'

'You were a Jedi before you were a king, how are you going to teach me?' you ask. He grins.

'Don't forget, I never did things by the book,' he reminds you. You snort and rest your forehead against his.

'I love you,' you declare. He answers you by kissing your lips. Hard. But sweet.

He's right and with time you manage to control your restlessness. For the most time, at least. But you manage to enjoy a quiet life by your husband's side. Just you, him, peace and quiet.

One day, Luke with his family visit you. You watch the children playing with their father and grandfather, while you and Mara work in your small garden.

'So, are you happy here?' she asks at one point.

'Yes, very,' you answer. She winces.

'I don't think I could do that,' she admits. 'It's just so… boring. I need more action.'

'When I was your age, I needed to do things as well,' you laugh. 'And during the first week I did think I'm going to go mad. But… after the life I had… it took little time to start to enjoy it. It makes me appreciate my life even more.'

'But do you miss it?' she asks. 'Being a queen?'

'Of course,' you confirm and point with a garden spade at your husband. 'But now I have this one over there all to myself. Nothing beats it.'

'What did I do?' Anakin calls. You look at him with surprise. He eyes the spade with apprehension.

'What do you mean?' you ask.

'You point it at me as if you were planning to bury me with it,' he explains. You laugh.

'No, honey, don't worry,' you assure him. He breathes a sigh of relief. You smirk.

'If I were to bury you, I would use a shovel,' you say. He freezes and looks at you with terror. You and Mara burst out laughing. He scoffs.

'That's it!' he says, pointing with a toy at you. 'No cookies for you two!'

'Was Luke going to make them?' your daughter-in-law asks.

'Yes, why?' he asks, frowning.

'Then I don't want them,' she answers and shakes her head, amused. 'I love him, but he can't bake. Like, honestly.'

'Hey, you said you like my cookies,' her husband says, stunned.

'I didn't want to hurt your feelings,' she explains. He gasps.

'Fine!' he says. 'Then… then… we're not taking you on a trip!'

'Yes!' Anakin says and they stand up with children in their arms. 'Goodbye!'

They (including children) stick out their tongues at you and go toward the speeders. Then they ride off.

'Finally,' Mara says. 'I thought they'd never leave.'

You chuckle. For a moment you work in a peaceful silence.

'How are things in the Order?' you ask suddenly.

'You two inspired Master Yoda,' she answers. 'He wants to resign from his position of the Grand Master.'

'Really?' you ask, surprised. She nods.

'Others don't want to let him,' she says. 'But he says it's time for someone younger to take his place. I… think he's dying.'

You both become sad. You try to think about this ancient little man no longer on this world.

'I can't even imagine the galaxy without him,' you say, shaking your head. 'But… he is old. I don't know how long does his species lives… but he's earned the right to retire.'

'I know, but still,' she says, shrugging. 'Feels strange. It wouldn't be the same.'

'I think that's his point,' you say with a smile. 'Does he have any candidates for his successors?'

'A few,' she confirms. 'Master Windu, of course. But he's not young either. Same as Shaak Ti and Plo Koon. He told me Obi-Wan would be perfect, but he left for Satine after he finished training Luke. He complained about it, actually. Be blames you and Anakin for it.'

You chuckle and roll your eyes. You shake your head.

'Of course, he does,' you say.

'He also thinks Ahsoka would be good,' she continues. 'And I agree. She has the teaching of the old and she was Anakin's padawan. A perfect connection. Speaking of connections… can you whisper some words in some ears?'

'That would be biased,' you refuse. 'She's my friend, she was my husband's padawan and she's a godmother of my son. I can't help.'

'I was afraid you'd say that,' she murmurs and sighs. 'Still. It was worth a shot.'

You continue working in your garden for some time. Then, you move inside and gossip by tea. Finally, your men return. Covered in mud, grass and cuts. The children as well. But they seem to be happy. You raise your eyebrows and the men look at you sheepishly.

'Do I want to know?' you ask.

'Probably not,' your husband answers and walks to you and kisses your forehead. You wince.

'Take a bath first, then you can kiss me,' you say. He chuckles and bows to you.

'Yes, my lady,' he says. He expects you to kick him. But when he looks at you, he sees a smile on your face and a twinkle in your eyes. He grins and goes to clean himself up.

After your guests leave, you curl in front of the fireplace. You watch the dancing flames, cuddling and basking in each other's presence.

'You've heard about Master Yoda?' he asks you suddenly.

'Yeah,' you sigh. 'It's hard to believe.'

'I know,' he says quietly. 'It seems as something really is ending.'

'Maybe,' you admit and smile at him. 'But something is also beginning.'

He looks down at you and smiles. He leans down and kisses you. You sigh against his lips and cup his cheek.

'Even after all those years you're still my dream,' he murmurs.

'And you're mine,' you whisper. 'Now, less talking, more kissing.'

He laughs and puts his hands around your waist. He kisses you deeply. You moan against the kiss. Hearing that, he picks you up and takes you to your bedroom. Some things are changing. But your love never will.

*

One day, you go to Naboo for a day with Padmé. It's been ages since you two enjoyed a day together. Anakin was supposed to visit Obi-Wan, but his friend had to cancel at the last moment. But he's not lonely. Because barely an hour after you leave, the Millennium Falcon lands.

'Han, what are you doing here?' Skywalker asks, confused, as his son-in-law exits the ship with Chewbacca in tow.

'I can't do it,' Solo says, pursing his mouth. 'I'm not fit for that life. I have no idea what I'm doing. Instead of helping her, I mess things up and she has to work twice as hard. I… I can't be a king. I'm leaving.'

'And you came here to tell me this because…?' your husband asks slowly.

'Because I felt you should hear it from me,' Han answers. 'You know, after everything.'

'You're sure it's not because you want me to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life?' Anakin asks. Chewbacca growls. His friend looks at him, outraged.

'Excuse me?' he asks. 'Here I thought you're being supportive and you hoped this would happen when I come here? What kind of a friend are you?'

'Clearly the best,' Skywalker answers and nods at your cottage. 'Come on in. [Y/N] is visiting Padmé, so she won't eat you alive for leaving her daughter.'

'I know, I heard her talking about it with Leia,' the former smuggler says following the former Jedi inside. 'I wouldn't dare to come here to tell you I'm leaving with her present. I'm scared of her when she's angry.'

'Smart man,' your husband praises him. He goes to the kitchen and makes them tea. When he returns, Han is looking around.

'You know, when I imagined this place, I saw it more… modest,' he says. 'It's an opposite of modest.'

'My wife was a princess and then a queen, she has standards,' his father-in-law explains. 'Now, we're going to drink this in silence. Then, you're going to tell me what happened. Sounds good?'

'Yeah,' Solo confirms. They drink the tea. The only noises are their slurping, mugs hitting the table and Chewbacca's low growls.

'So,' Anakin says when they're done, 'what happened?'

'I was supposed to do one thing,' his son-in-law says after a bit. 'It doesn't matter what. Anyway, I seriously messed up. Leia had to clean it up. She did that, because she's amazing, but it stressed her out and exhausted her. She was angry when she came back. As she had a right to. But I was stressed and angry with myself. So, we argued. After I calmed down, I… Eh. It wasn't my first mistake. I keep making them. And she cleans up after me. I realized it would be better for her if I just left.'

'No, it wouldn't,' Skywalker denies quietly. He's silent for a moment. The former smuggler frowns at him.

'[Y/N] had to clean up her own share of messes in her time as the queen,' Anakin says finally. 'I saw her tired, I saw her exhausted, I saw her exasperated at me. But one day she told me she puts up with it all for one reason at all. Do you know what that reason was?'

Han shakes his head. Skywalker smiles.

'Seeing me in the evening before going to sleep,' he says. 'Even when I was still a Jedi, off fighting in the Clone Wars. We called each other every night. And in the evenings, we both were exhausted, but we were happy to be able to just be ourselves and spend time with each other. Even if it was just a short moment of conversation. She told me that this kept her going. It was even better after I joined her on Luth. She called me her anchor. She said that during the day, when things got tough, all she had to do was to imagine my smile and suddenly she got a shot of strength.'

He smiles, remembering the day you told him that. He sighs and puts a hand on Solo's shoulder.

'The same is with Leia,' he says. 'She got angry with you messing up, sure. She has my temperament. And she's trying to be a worthy successor of her mother. But I assure you that after she calmed down, she regrated whatever she said to you and she wanted to hold you. See your smile. She tries to be strong, because she remembers her mother was always strong in public. But her mother got me to support her after the long day. She needs you for the same. I messed up a lot of times myself. But nothing that I did or what you did, couldn't be a worse mistake than leaving the woman you love behind.'

His son-in-low looks away. He battles with his thoughts. The former Jedi looks up, wistful.

'You will never forget her,' he declares. 'She will haunt your mind, dreams, thoughts. You will miss her endlessly. You will regret what you said and that you left. But your pride and guilt won't let you come back. Even though she'll be waiting for you with open arms. This will be killing you slowly. Until she searches you out and makes you come back. But those lost moments… you will always regret them.'

'You think so?' Han asks, his voice hoarse. His father-in-law smiles, but there's no happiness in his eyes.

'I know so,' he confirms. 'I made the same mistake once. And things turned out good in the end. But I never stopped regretting losing my temper that day and walking away. Nor not returning after I calmed down. Don't repeat my mistake. A smart man learns from his mistakes. A wise man learns from the mistakes of others. Be a wise man.'

Solo looks at him. The men share a smile.

'What do you think about it, Chewie?' the King asks. The Wookie growls. His companions laugh.

'He's right,' Anakin says. 'Get up and go back to your wife.'

'That's what I will do,' his son-in-law says. They all stand up and share a brief hug. Han hesitates before leaving.

'Can I count on you when I'm doubting myself again?' he asks. 'Because that will happen again for sure.'

'Of course,' Skywalker assures him and winks. 'I'll be your Obi-Wan.'

'Was he doing that for you?' Solo asks.

'Yep. The best man for this kind of job,' your husband says. 'But he did that for me, Luke and Leia. I think he earned a break.'

'Quite right. Thank you. Really.'

'Just tell my daughter I love her.'

'You got it… dad.'

Anakin beams at him. Han smiles and leaves with Chewbacca. A moment later they're up in the air again. Skywalker spends the rest of the day in a good mood, proud of a job well done.

You come back in the evening. You tell your husband happily about your day, pacing around the room, and he watches you with a smile. Finally, you sit down with a sigh.

'And what happened when I was away?' you ask. He grins at you.

'Han called me "dad",' he says proudly. You blink. Then beam at him.

'That wonderful!' you say. 'Just so or was there a reason?'

'Oh, I stopped him from ruining his marriage with our daughter,' he explains. You freeze.

'I'm sorry?' you ask. He calmly tells you everything that happened and that was said.

'Oh. I see,' you say. 'And… they're good now?'

'Yeah, Leia called an hour before you came back,' he confirms, nodding. 'She was smiling and thanked me. They're good now.'

'Well, I'm glad that crisis was averted,' you sigh and stand up. You go to sit on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

'Have I ever told you how amazing you are?' you ask. He grins.

'A few times,' he answers. 'But I enjoy every time you say that.'

'You're amazing,' you say, looking at him softly. 'I used to think I was very lucky to get you as my husband. But you know what?'

'What?' he asks. You smile.

'I was made for you and you were made for me,' you say. He kisses you.

'Very true, wife,' he confirms. You beam and blush. You chuckle.

'We've been married for years and I still react like that,' you say, embarrassed. 'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be,' he says and caresses your cheek. 'I love when you react like that. It means you love me the same as you did when you confessed your love to me.'

'No,' you deny. He looks at you with surprise. You smile.

'I love you more every day,' you say. 'No, every second.'

He chuckles and joins your lips. This time for longer. Much, much longer.

*

Peace and quiet is nice. Especially after the hectic life you had. Sure, you couldn't get used to it at first. But when you did, you loved it. Until the boredom returned. And this time it attacked your husband as well.

The boredom causes you to snap at each other. Argue and then make up. Making up is nice. But you're both tired of fighting. And boredom.

'Maybe we could go on a trip?' Anakin suggests one day.

'Where?' you ask. You're both lying in bed after another making up. And out.

'I don't know,' he answers. 'Somewhere nice. Somewhere where we would be busy.'

'With what?' you ask.

'With… things,' he replies. You look at him, amused.

'Like strolling around a market?' you ask. He scrunches his nose.

'I'm not saying I don't enjoy doing that with you,' he says, 'but I was counting on something more exciting.'

'Like defeating a Sith Lord?' you ask.

'Not that exciting,' he answers and shivers. 'That I had enough in a lifetime. Strange.'

'What?' you ask. He's quiet for a moment. Lost in memories.

'I almost don't remember the time when I was friends with him,' he says and his expression becomes grumpy. 'Or rather the time when I believed he was my friend.'

'He manipulated all of us,' you say and take his hand in yours. 'But in the end, we won. Our love defeated him. You made a right choice and saved us all.'

'I'll always choose you,' he says and kisses your knuckles. You yawn. He chuckles.

'How about we plan our exciting trip tomorrow, hm?' he asks.

'Sounds like… a plan…' you murmur, your eyes closing. In a moment you're asleep. He stares at you for a moment with a soft smile. Then, he falls asleep as well.

Next morning you have an unexpected visit. The moment your husband recognizes the ship, he's outside your cottage, bouncing on his feet. It takes everything for you not to laugh.

Eventually, the ship lands, the ramp goes down and Obi-Wan walks down it. He barely sets foot on the ground, when he's wrapped in a hug. He chuckles and embraces his former padawan.

'What brought this on?' he asks.

'I missed you,' Skywalker replies and lets him go. 'And I'm bored. Seriously bored.'

'Well, I may have a solution for that, actually,' Kenobi says. 'Shall we go inside?'

'I want my own hug first,' you demand, opening your arms. He gladly obliges and after that you enter the cottage.

'Where's Satine?' you ask, pouring you all some tea.

'She's actually a reason why I'm here,' your friend sighs. He suddenly becomes serious and… worried. You narrow your eyes.

'Who hurt her?' you growl.

'The problem is, no one knows if she is hurt,' Obi-Wan says. 'A few days ago, she went on a diplomatic trip. I was asked for a favor by the new Grand Master of the Jedi Order and couldn't accompany her. But when I returned it turned out she hasn't made contact in a long time. We tried to reach the planet, but the officials say everything is fine, she's just taking a part in a tradition that requires no communication with the outside world. However, I have a bad feeling about this.'

'You can't officially send someone there to investigate,' you say. He nods. He knows it very well. You hum.

'It sounds like a job for a Jedi,' you say.

'Unfortunately, everyone is very busy,' he says, wincing. 'It turns out that changing the Grand Master requires a lot of work from every Jedi. But I was one as well. And she's my wife. But I can't do it alone. I thought I'd ask my friend, my partner, for an assistance.'

Anakin hesitates. It's clear he's excited even though he's worried. But he's also reluctant to leave. You smile and touch his hand. He looks at you.

'Go,' you encourage him. 'This is what you need.'

He looks at you softly. He turns his hand to grab yours.

'It's something we both need,' he says and looks at Kenobi. 'How does that sound, master? Remember how we all worked well together during the Clone Wars?'

'Of course, I do,' his friend chuckles. 'But I think there's something missing, don't you? Or rather… someone.'

'Lanash,' you say with a grin. 'But would she find the time?'

'Let's ask her,' Skywalker suggests. You call her at once. A moment later a hologram of your best friend shows up. She looks tired.

'Please, tell me there's an emergency and you need me,' she begs. 'I'm going crazy here.'

'Satine is missing,' you say and she freezes. 'Me, Anakin and Obi-Wan are going to find her. Do you want to join us?'

'Yesss! Pick me up as soon as you can,' she says and looks ahead. 'Jar-Jar? Can you inform the Senate the today's meeting is adjourned because I'm going to be absent and there's no point in meeting without the Chancellor?'

She ends the all without a goodbye. You all laugh.

'Well, this is going to be fun,' your husband says.

'Anakin, my wife may be in danger,' Kenobi scolds him, but he's smiling.

'Sorry, master,' Skywalker says, grinning. 'But you can't deny it. You missed that.'

'No, I can't deny it,' hie friend says. They share a soft look. You clasp your hands after a moment.

'All right, let's pack and go,' you say. 'Satine needs us.'

You all stand up and get ready. Soon you hurry on your friend's ship. Anakin quickly hurries to take the pilot's seat.

'Hey, Lanash should take Axe with her,' he suggests.

'But he wasn't a part of our team,' you say, puzzled.

'Yeah, but everything is changing lately,' he says, shrugging. 'And besides it could be something like a triple date! Once we rescue Satine, of course.'

'That would be an interesting date,' Obi-Wan chuckles.

'Yes, but also… so us,' you say. 'Give me a moment.'

You call Lanash again. She answers a moment later, her hair ruffled.

'What?' she asks, her voice a bit hoarse.

'Take your husband,' you say. 'It's a triple date.'

'Oh! Wonderful!' she says and looks at someone in front of her. 'See, you don't have to miss me. But let's finish this.'

She ends the call. You go red. You clear your throat.

'Did I just interrupt…?' you ask.

'Looks like it,' Kenobi confirms. He and Skywalker burst out laughing. You smack the back of their heads. They continue laughing. You shake your head.

'What am I do to with you two?' you ask.

'Just love us,' your husband says, grinning. You smile.

'That's not going to be hard,' you say. 'Now, come on. Take us in the air. Adventure awaits!'

'Yes, my lady,' he says and starts the engines. You smile as you rise in the air. Excitement feels you up. You're flying toward another adventure. You may not be young again, but you're not old yet. Something tells you it's not the last adventure you're going on. This is not the ending. It's just a beginning.

*

On a certain planet, a group of Jedi Younglings runs through the corridors of a Jedi temple. They've just arrived here and from now on they are going to study here. But for now, they're simply exploring.

At one point, a few of them separate from a group. They look around in awe. Everything is so new and shiny. They can't wait for their training and eventually to become Jedi Knights.

Suddenly, one of them comes across a stained glass. It shows a beautiful woman in a rich gown and a man in Jedi robes. They're holding each other close and gazing at one another with love. The youngling is in awe of this art. And also… he feels strangely warm inside.

'Master Kenobi, who are they?' he asks. His friends join him and stare at the stained glass. A moment later a blonde woman joins them. The Jedi Knight looks at the art and smiles.

'These are some very important people,' she says and looks back. 'Gather around, younglings! I'll tell you a story.

Her pupils quickly hurry to her and stare at the stained glass. She looks at the figures and smiles. She opens her mouth and starts the story:

'A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…'

A/N: This is the end of this story. Thank you for taking your time reading it. Thank you for every comment and like. I'm happy you were a part of this journey with me. I hope you will read my other fics. The ones I already wrote and the next ones. Until the next time! And may the Force be with you always.

This can also be found on Archives of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60214684/chapters/156907699

[palfriendpatine66]

Wait wait wait. Trash panda (racoon) AU, please!! 🦝🦝

Slowly getting to some of my prompts! I’m not good at keeping these short but I am having a lot of fun! Thanks for sending them in y’all!

Trash Panda au

“ANAKIN!” Obi-Wan called frantically as he charged into the house. “Anakin!”

With a crash and the sound of a glass breaking and an impassioned “fucking shit!” Anakin came running out of the kitchen as though it was on fire.

“What?!” He looked over the breathless older man with wild eyes, half expecting to see him covered in blood or missing a limb, not merely holding his chest with one hand and still clutching the garbage bag he’d gone outside to throw out with the other. “What happened?”

“There’s something in the garbage can! An animal!”

“Oh,” Anakin laughed. “Was it Bernard?”

The stony silence from Obi-Wan spoke volumes. “Who. Is. Bernard,” he forced out staccato and controlled as if exerting every ounce of his patience.

“The raccoon? He’s been coming around.” Anakin shrugged and grabbed a broom to head back to the kitchen. “I dropped my best coffee mug - the red one that fits the perfect amount of creamer, you know the one. I thought there was an emergency.”

“There is!” Obi-Wan insisted, gesturing wildly toward the front door.

“Bernard is not an emergency,” Anakin laughed and began sweeping up the shards of his favorite cup. “But nearly slicing my feet open on this would have been. Honestly, you always say I’m the dramatic one.”

“You’ve known about this for how long? And done what? Nothing?”

“Like a couple weeks? I don’t know. And not nothing! I’ve looked for the babies.”

“The babies?!” Obi-Wan’s voice had reached new heights in his state of disbelief.

“Yeah I think. Bernadette hasn’t been around. I think she has a nest.”

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan was exasperated.

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin rolled his eyes.

“I love you.”

“Mhmm. What’s the but? I hear a but coming.”

“But they are wild animals! They don’t belong in trash cans! They could be dangerous!”

Anakin straightened up and scoffed dismissively. “Dangerous? You’ve got to be kidding me. Did you see him? His cute little hands!? You are overreacting. Bernard is adorable.”

“He could be diseased! He could have rabies! What if he bit me because I threw this trash bag at his head, which I almost did, not expecting to be confronted with wildlife in my trash can!?”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin moved forward and took the trash bag away from his tightly clenched fist. “Since when are you afraid of animals? You love wildlife! Nature walks. National Geographic. All of that”

“Since there’s a bloody trash panda eating my rotten food and, and my rubbish! It’s unsanitary!”

“Alright,” Anakin sighed heavily. “You could have just said you needed me to protect you,” he smirked and met Obi-Wan’s tightly pursed lips. “I’ll always come to your rescue.” Kiss. “Save you.” Kiss. “Take care of you.” Kiss.

“Alright,” Obi-Wan pushed him lightly to the door. “Enough of that. Just go take care of it already.”

“I am your valiant knight in shining armor, here to save you from the perils of local wildlife.” Anakin swept forward in a mocking bow.

“Will you just do it?”

Obi-Wan moved to watch from the window as Anakin carried the trash bag down the front path to the garbage can beside the garage. He slowly and carefully tipped the can to the ground so the trapped raccoon would be able to scamper out when he lifted the lid. He slowly slid the cover open - Obi-Wan couldn’t hear him but could only imagine the way he was cooing to the animal inside - when a gray blur shot out of the trash can.

Anakin leaped back with a screech and wildly threw the garbage bag away from him, as Bernard emerged hissing and spitting and violently angry at his temporary imprisonment in the garbage can.

Obi-Wan didn’t know whether to laugh or be terrified as Anakin tripped over his stocking feet and scrambled to the front door. He settled for both as he darted to the front door, threw it open to let Anakin in, and slammed it shut behind him.

They stood there staring at each other silently, just catching their breath, for a long moment. “Don’t,” Anakin finally ordered. “Don’t. I do not want to hear it.”

“Hear what?” Obi-Wan asked with faux innocence. “Maybe Bernard was gathering extra food for the babies. Maybe next week on trash day the whole family will be staying at their little bed and breakfast. Wouldn’t that just be adorable?”

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin growled.

“Did you see his little hands as he charged at you?”

“Shut. Up.” Anakin turned to peek out the window as though expecting an attack. “Just. Shut up and call animal control.”

“I think I will let you handle that, my brave knight.” Obi-Wan kissed his cheek and dodged an elbow to his side. “It’s your duty to protect me, after all.”

[amadwinter]

WIP Wednesday

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But Anakin doesn’t want to think about that now. He doesn’t want to think about anything at all. He wants to bend down, wrap his arms around Obi-Wan’s knees, lift him over his shoulder, and carry him all the way to his bed so he doesn’t have to think about if Obi-Wan’s knees are aching from his age every time he walks, and he doesn’t have to stop touching him all over.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan calls, but he doesn’t sound nearly as annoyed as Anakin would have thought. “Put me down this instant!”

“No can do,” Anakin says with a grin as he fulfills his desires and brings Obi-Wan into his room to lay him down oh so gently on his bed.

And Obi-Wan just huffs, but when Anakin sees his face, he’s smiling despite himself, shaking his head and leaning back against Anakin’s pillow, making himself a home right where he belongs in Anakin’s bed.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You’re gorgeous,” Anakin drawls, finally taking his chance to look up and down Obi-Wan’s body. His hands over the bare, skin, taking stock of all his scars. Most he knows about, but some are all brand new. He wonders how each of them came to be, if they hurt as much being made as it hurts Anakin to look at them, knowing he wasn’t there to keep Obi-Wan from being injured in the first place.

Obi-Wan grabs his wrists and halts his movements. “You don’t have to exaggerate. I know I’m… well. I haven’t been taking care of myself lately.”

Anakin breaks his weak hold, and finally presses his hands down on Obi-Wan’s body, his metal hand caressing right where he imagines Obi-Wan’s heart to be beating rapidly, and his flesh hand coming up to cradle Obi-Wan’s face. He rubs his fingers against the unruly beard, too long, too dry. Obi-Wan is right. He really hadn’t been taking care of himself. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t beautiful.

“I’m not,” Anakin says, looking Obi-Wan in the eyes for emphasis. He needs him to know the truth of his words. “You’ll always be gorgeous to me.”

“Anakin—”

Anakin doesn’t want to hear his excuses or deflections. He kisses them away, and Obi-Wan is only too glad to let the argument die, for he cradles Anakin’s head with one hand, his nails gliding in between Anakin’s hair, and with the other, he slides his fingers down below Anakin’s waistband, just teasing the skin hidden from sight.

[cherrybloosomgirl29]

Empress Chapter 2

Songs: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by CAS and Candy Necklaces by Lana Del Rey

(Padme’s POV)

*I am running across a rocky terrain, running, running, running until I fall down a dark crack in the ground. I scream but my throat is dry and my lips are sealed. I keep falling down, down, down…*

I wake up covered in cold sweat feeling my abdomen ache. I let out a cry as Anakin pulls me into his embrace. I rest my head under his chin as he rubs my back to soothe me.

“My love, I can tell you had another nightmare” he says quietly. “Remember Nothing is gonna hurt while I’m here alright.” I look up at him with tears in my eyes I believe him but I fear of what lengths he would go to keep me safe.

“Ani…” I start hesitantly “we gotta address this.”

“What do you mean my empress, what do we need to address? I have you and you are safe. We can finally use our power to create a safer galaxy together.”

“Ani I gotta know what is going on. What am I going to do now? What about our family?” Of course I have way more questions to ask, but this is all I can get out in my emotional post nightmare state. Anakin looks at me and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before giving me a soft smile.

“You can do whatever you desire my love. If you wanna stay at home with our babies you can. If you want to work at my side and make our galaxy the perfect place for our little family, you can my love.” He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before continuing: “all you have to do is the words and I will make it happen my love.”

I know what I want but I don’t think I can say it out loud.

“You seem troubled… I can sense it my love. Just tell what you are thinking. Remember you are free with me my love.” He says softly.

“I want things to be how they were, or maybe how I wanted them to be.” I say softly. I know this is the one thing Anakin doesn’t want to hear. I know this because his face hardens a bit and he can hardly meet my gaze.

“You want to back to when we had to hide? Because the order could not accept my love and care for you?” He says in way making him seem almost hurt.

“Ani… I don’t mean that. I just… I wanted to raise our little ones in Naboo. I wanted to set up a nursery for them in a safe planet where they would be under our care. I wanted you to tell Obi Wan, I wanted you to tell the Order how dedicated you are to creating a better galaxy making it known that I won’t get in the way of that. Ani… I didn’t want this… I wanted peace with you.” A small tear escapes my eyes as I admit this. Anakin caresses my cheek as he finally meets my gaze.

“I understand Padme, but things could’ve ever been that way okay? The order was cold, rigid, and would’ve understood. I refuse any world where I would have to keep you or my children secret from the world. I refused it then and I would a thousand times over. You are my empress you deserve the light of a thousand suns to illuminate your beauty, in no world are you going to be hidden away, you belong at my side.” He said with a passion I have seen in his eyes only a few times in my life. He then takes my hand and intertwines it with mine.

I lay back against his chest allowing him to stroke my hair, if he is right and the circumstances I hoped for aren’t possible I must rethink my plans. “Ani… I want to stay home with our babies, but I ask one thing. I want to advise you I want to rule at your side Anakin, I know politics inside and out. I know the senate, and I know some of them are in a fury over your takeover right now, but I can calm them.” Anakin looks at me and give me a soft smile, his look of approval. If things can’t be the way they were I must make the most of it, with him.

***

(Anakins POV)

I run my hand over her soft curls and feel the happiest I have in a long time knowing my love is safe. With the smartest most brilliant woman in the galaxy by my side I know we can change this place for the better.

“My empress” I whisper quietly as I hold her close to me.

***

Authors Note: Let me know of any ideas you have for this story! I can also write short chapters of them doing cute things together.

[music-thestrongestformofmagic]

if dathan was kenobi?

I believe this to be a reference to this meme of mine and asking if I would've liked The Rise Of Skywalker better if Kenobi were Rey's father? If that's indeed what the ask was:

Short answer: no.

Medium answer: give me Rey Nobody or give me death.

Long answer:

It may not be as bad as Rey Palpatine (that ain't hard), but it's still a bad idea. It creates problems for Obi-Wan's characterization & for the Star Wars timeline, besides it just... Not being at all interesting thematically or narratively.

Like, WHERE would Rey fit in the timeline, given Obi-Wan was mostly celibate except for hooking up with Satine, who died way before she was born? Even if he hooked up with someone else later, why would he sell his own kid to slavery?! Hashtag Not My Obi

But those problems are easier to solve, sure. My main issue with Rey Kenobi is that it is NOWHERE as interesting & refreshing & narratively fitting as Rey Nobody. I mean, lets remember the "No, I'm your father" twist. What made it work? Mostly Luke & Vader's relationship.

Luke looked up to the myth of Anakin Skywalker, it was his inspiration to be Jedi, & believed Vader killed him, which weighs in his hate for him. When Luke discovers Vader is Anakin, it changes EVERYTHING for him. Vader's no longer the dragon to slay but his father to save.

That, as well with little things that retroactively became hints for the twist ("-he has too much of his father in him -that's what i fear"; "he... killed your father"), is what makes the twist work. Now, what makes Rey Palpatine suck? Well, it changes nothing & came from nothing.

Rey has no relationship with Palpatine. And learning he's her grandfather (actually "original" of a failed clone who was her father because TROS novelization manages to make it worse) changes nothing in what she has to do. He's still just a wrinkly old baddie she must kill.

And well... With Kenobi we can say the same thing. At least from the "it came from nothing". Rey has no relationship with Kenobi. We don't hear of him in TFA or TLJ iirc. So why should it matter to what her characters NEEDS? To what she needs in order to GROW, not what she wants?

And now comes the heart of my point: another thing that makes Luke's twist work is that it's the LAST thing he wants to hear. Now Rey, what she wants is external validation, to be told she is important, that her parents love her & will come back. What does she NEED though?

She needs to discover her own inner worth & strength, learn self-reliance, that "the belonging you seek is ahead". Narratively, the only way to challenge her character in order for her to learn that is to have her parents having been assholes who sold her off for nothing.

THAT's what would make everything change for her. Besides being the only actual surprising answer the saga could have given. And INSPIRING. It's like Yennefer of Vengerberg having been sold for 4 marks by her stepfather. How BAD would it be if The Witcher went "he did that to protect you!"?

It's not just about her parents not being powerful ("what about Ezra Bridger & Ahsoka Tano & Obi-Wan Kenobi &-"). It's about the abandonment. Also, none of the characters Rey Nobody critics mention are chosen ones. That a Chosen One can be an Abandoned Nobody is powerful.

[fatedsith]

She tells him what to do while he’s inside of her, demanding he eat her out once more. It turns him on, a soft growl in his throat in response, only lowering himself to fuck her harder. Her gasps are intoxicating; her beautiful voice making him shiver as she makes her commands, moans spilling out right after. He intends to do everything she says, of course. Anakin lives to do whatever Padmé asks.

She’s reaching for his braid again, making heat flare in his body, overwhelmed by how it feels to be noticed and loved by her like this. Somewhere distantly, it occurs to Anakin that the servants can probably hear the bedframe hitting the wall, but part of him hopes they do. He wants everyone in the lake country to know that Padmé Amidala is his own, moaning for him as the wet sound of him pumping inside of her cunt fills the room. “Be patient and I’ll taste you again, my love,” he croons, starting to fuck her more gently for a moment as their eyes meet.

Her forehead is pressed to his, mumbling to him about how she wants his love, as if she’s distracted by her pleasure. In her passion, she’s completely discarded any worries about what the council thinks. “Not to worry– they won’t know until we’re ready…But I agree.” It’s difficult not to agree with her in this moment, because being sheathed inside of her, hearing soft moans escape her pretty lips, he really doesn’t care if Obi-Wan or Master Yoda or the others have a problem with this. He needs Padmé to breathe and keep going…she’s everything to him. His own religion, almost. He wants to worship her all night and forever after, trying to show that to her with each pump of his length inside of her. She clenches around him, making a soft moan pour from him, the heat building in his core.

The sounds he makes are muffled by her kiss, her small fingers trying to find grip in his short hair as she arches up against him. Padmé never stops him from marking her neck, which pleases him in a way he’d never anticipated. The most beautiful woman in the galaxy has finally allowed him to leave a hickey on her beautiful skin, sucked there carefully with his lips to show everyone she belongs to him. They’re being risky, both with how loud they are and what he’s doing to her body, but he can’t bring himself to care, too engulfed in the passion of it all.

She begs him not to stop, but then he pulls her against him by tugging her hair. She makes a beautiful sound as her tongue enters his mouth, making him whimper in delight as he slides his own against it. Licking her tongue just as she cums, he starts to suck on it next, letting it slide against his lips. The feeling of her cunt tightening around him feels so good that it sends him over the edge another time, an orgasm rolling through his body.

He cums inside of her with a soft moan, fucking her desperately with several deep strokes. He spills into her, starting to drip out of her hole but continuing to fuck his cum into her, burying his face against her neck. It feels good; better than he could’ve ever imagined, how wet and slick she is around him. He keeps sloppily thrusting inside of her, her entrance soaking with his own cum, until he’s ridden through his orgasm.

Noticing the mark he left on her neck, he gently runs his tongue against it. Pressing a kiss there, he pulls back, his cock slipping out of her. “That felt so good, love,” he murmurs against her lips, dragging a soft kiss against them, almost as a thank you. “Does this feel good?” he asks, slipping his hand down between her legs to slide his fingers against her soaked clit. Playing with it while his blue eyes lock with hers, he continues to massage it for a moment before sliding his fingertips down to touch her entrance, his own cum spilling out of it. Sliding against it, he uses his fingers to push the slick cum inside of her again, fucking her gently with his index and middle fingers. “I bet you like that, huh?” he breathes against her lips. 

Biting down onto her lower lip, he then starts to suck on it, taking it into his mouth. Playing with her pussy, he enjoys the sound of his cum inside of her, so loud for him in a room that’s quiet aside from their breathing. Pulling his digits out, he returns to her clit, his fingers wet as he plays with it again.

her bottom lip quivers, and she feels like her entire body is on fire as he fucks into her deep with strong hands wrapped around her waist. it's all about the control, letting him in and handing over that control to him because she knows that her body is safe in his rough hands as his fingers dig into her skin.

'your body is mine now' the words are like heaven, something about them making her ache in a way that wasn't painful or even uncomfortable it was almost like a desire, an emotion and urge that she's never felt before. always so guarded, her walls built so high that it was almost impossible to knock them down. but anakin had done it so flawlessly, taking not only her body but her heart and every thought as well and this alone scared her deeply, making her want to run and hide but she stays put against her better judgement she gives herself to him and it makes her hot inside. a choked out moan leaving her full lips as her dark eyes flash up to meet his, taking every inch of him until he's hitting that right spot, over and over his tip is pressing into her. "taste me..." she gasps out in barely over a whisper. "I want you to taste me again and again until you tire of me, until every piece of fruit you bite into only tastes of me." padmé's words come out in a moans eyes watering in desperate need for more even if she already has it all. her hand slowly reaching up as her petite fingers trace against his braids as she tangles it between her digits, reaching up until her hand his coming through his hair and she's letting out a loud moan.

she wonders if the servants are around and if they can all hear her and anakin, the sounds she's making past her lips and the way their skin smacks together, she wonders if they're judging her and if they know that she's finally found her weakness in the arms of this young jedi. but how could they blame her? looking into eyes so blue and kissing his sweet lips, any one would be insane not to fall...but it was all for her and nobody would take that from her. padmé sighs softly, she leans up to rest her forehead against his own lips just inches apart from hers. "I just ask for your love ani." she mumbles breathlessly. "I do not want anything more or anything less, for so long I thought I knew what I wanted in my life but then you showed up and I was more confused than I ever had been before in my life...I tried to deny it because I know it's wrong but I don't care anymore. if the jedi don't want us to be together then screw them." her words come out in a mumble, a breath leaving her lips as she leans in to kiss his lips deeply.

her stomach flutters as he continues to snap his hips, the bed underneath them creaking up on the impact of him fucking her with harshness even though it's heavy.her fingers tug a bit more harshly in his hair, pulling at it as her mouth parts open. "f-fuck." she whimpers. "r-right there ani..." she purrs, fingers trailing from his hair and down to his nape, fingers tracing against his skin almost gently despite the movements.

he doesn't stop and she can't resist, the way he's harshly fucking into her making her hiss. "d-don't stop." padmé breathes, eyes squeezing shut as back arches into him when he starts kissing her neck. she knows she should warn him to be careful, not to make a mark against her skin but she can't seem to get the words out, she's far too focused on the feeling and that's all she needs.

his next demand is an easy one to give into, she has no control over her body but she knows she's close. her lips parting as she tears up a little. "I'm so close ani, don't stop..." she breathes, begging and needy even when she doesn't have to be. "I am yours and I want you to take it all." her words feel inaudible as he fucks into her harshly, that turning feeling in her stomach and her muscles feeling tense as she hisses at the feeling of his tongue against her skin.

she wants to beg some more but before she can his fingers tangle into her hair again, tugging her closer to him as she kisses him back deeply, moaning against his lips as her tongue slides into his mouth and at that moment she starts to cum, the sound leaving her body is muffled yet loud enough it's vibrating as her hips start to jolt a little.

[padawansuggest]

Where are the post war AUs where Obi-Wan retires from missions to live in the temple with Cody (husband or bff, they belong together, I’ll fight anyone) where he teaches most the classes on Soresu and meditation classes before ten years later Anakin shows up at Obi-Wan’s quarters (from his and Padme’s which are like four corridors to the left) with Leia and says he needs to get started on his Padawan braid with her.

‘When did I decide Leia is my Padawan?’ ‘Right fuckin now, I know it I just know she’s meant for you.’ While Leia just plays with Boga’s mane and looks at him with those soul searching eyes and Obi-Wan is like ‘oh. I see. She said something soul crushingly painful to hear and now you want to inflict that on me, huh?’ ‘Yeah. I need to make you feel like the old man you are, getting a ten year old telling you the universes secrets.’

So Obi-Wan takes her as his Padawan right then and there and is all ‘she may be as feral as the last two -meaning Reva and Anakin- but at least she’s got better manners than either of them’ and it’s beautiful. Ahsoka takes Luke as her Padawan but keeps asking Yoda to padawansit for her when she’s sent on dangerous missions with Anakin, and they come back with Luke having learned something new and horrible every time. He’s a pro frog catcher and spends WAY too much time catching frogs to give to Grogu as some sort of fucked up offering. Delightful.

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (17/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: oh boy angst, loads of it, bad dream, some spicy (not too spicy) but also comfort ig

Summary: Anakin takes his trials, leaving you an Obi-Wan on your own. Your first night in the apartment doesn't go as planned, and you are startled by a nightmare

A/n: OH BOY THIS IS THE ONE Y'ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE MOST REQUESTED SCENARIO OF THIS SERIES OKEY ENJOY I'VE GOT MORE WHERE THIS CAME FROM

Words: 2.5k

The first night in the new apartment was weird. You didn't hear Anakin tripping over his doorway before you went to bed, and it was strange not to hear it since he had done it consecutively for the past ten years that you'd lived with him. You didn't know if he had made it a habit, or if he was just that clumsy, but you missed it.

The atmosphere was dimmer that night, the one that Anakin passed the trials and left you and Obi-Wan in a new place, to learn to be without him. It was sadder than you thought it would be, and the new place you'd moved into was the standard master/padawan complex, so you didn't have the extra room between you and Obi-Wan.

He assured you it would still be the same, the morning routines, and the training hours, although it would just be you, now. You didn't believe him and felt so empty when you walked into the fresher room before bed, only to find that it wasn't a mess like it usually was. All the times you complained about Anakin making a mess of the place, and now you missed it dearly. You knew he was moving on to greener pastures, and he had found someone beautiful and kind to share each moment of it with. You had hoped that perhaps being alone more often with Obi-Wan would give you the opportunity to figure out in depth and detail what your feelings for him extended to, and how you might possibly be able to control them. Only time would tell if it actually happened.

"Goodnight, little one," Obi-Wan walked past you, quickly pecking the top of your head before heading straight to his room. You couldn't tell if he missed Anakin as much as you did, because for all of noise that Anakin caused, Obi-Wan tended to lose an hour of sleep. You were none the wiser, being able to sleep through a crash of a freight speeder, but he couldn't rest if he even heard a pin drop.

"Goodnight, Obi," you said sleepily, heading into your room and shutting the panel behind you.

You'd done as he said, beginning to call him by his name again when you were both in the privacy of both your own company. You now only resorted to calling him Master in public places, or when you were in the presence of the council. He liked hearing you say it, it rolled off your tongue so sweetly every time. He wasn't necessarily proud of his name, thinking of it as just that, a name... but when you said it, his heart fluttered in his chest, each and every day.

You got into bed, snuggling into the warm sheets and blanket that were the only possessions you ever really cared about keeping. You'd had this blanket since you were nearly eight years old. Obi-Wan gave it to you and also gave one to Anakin when you both first moved in with him to begin your time under his mentorship.

You always wrapped yourself up in it, as if it were his arms coming around you, to protect you, to make you feel safe and secure, and to embrace the warmth he always seemed to emanate from his body.

You fell asleep and rested your mind having known that at least Anakin was happy, and you were happy, here with Obi-Wan where you belonged.

-

"Little one, you don't need to be afraid," the voice belonged to your master, but the way the words were said did not sound like him at all.

"Obi-Wan? What are you-?"

"Shhh, darling," he stepped into the light, and you could see the darkness in his eyes, and feel it in his signature. He was shrouded in it.

He looked you up and down, as if trying to decide where he wanted to strike first.

The dark side of the force did a great many things, and all of them were always inviting, but it was your job as a Jedi to ignore the call of darkness and to steadily follow the path of the light. Obi-Wan always taught you that it was very important that you never break away from what you knew was right, so when you saw him like this, in a black cloak, and dark robes that were unlike his normal ones, it frightened you.

"This isn't you," you shook your head, backing up until your head hit a wall, your back colliding with the cold surface. "I don't understand."

"That's alright. You don't need to, not yet" he came closer again, and since you had nowhere to go, you looked at him face to face. He had something else in his eyes, other than the darkness, and it was pulling you in. You could feel it in his force presence, the fullness of the air around you was not only dark, but full of lust, and want.

"Obi, please... tell me what's going on," you were barely speaking, not because you were scared, but because you thought any sudden movements or raising of your voice would escalate the situation. You were just being careful, that's all.

"I've come to show you all the great power you can possess when you join the ranks of the dark side."

He said it as if it were so blatantly obvious, but you were very much still confused as to why he would ever do this, abandon his masters' teachings, his own teachings, to follow the path of destruction.

"Imagine a galaxy where you have no limitations," he said, coming closer and placing a hand on the wall behind you. "One where you can let all your fantasies become real," he continued, closing the gap between your bodies, and placing his thigh between your legs. "One where I can do things to you that are forbidden amongst Jedi."

You let your breath hitch in your throat upon hearing that. He was trying to seduce you to the dark side, and by your visual body cues, it seemed to be working.

You couldn't believe it, but you were actually considering it. You had wanted him in every capacity, and knew that the only way it could happen would be to defy the Jedi Order, but were you willing to leave it completely? Honestly, for him, you would do anything, and that's what truly made you dangerous.

"What kind of things?" Was all you could ask. Curiosity killed the cat, you know.

"Oh, little one, let me show you," his hand came around your throat, holding you in place as he brought his lips down on yours quickly and fervently. This was all too much to handle. It didn't seem real, yet as his hand moved from your neck to your side, gripping tightly, you thought for a moment, it certainly feels real.

His mouth dropped to your neck, and you couldn't help the noise that escaped you. He groaned against your skin, biting the spot he had stopped at. Your skin was so pure, untouched, he couldn't help but to leave a few marks, ones to show you'd been claimed.

"You've always been such a good padawan, I'd hate to lose you over this."

The loss of contact on your skin sent you into a frenzy. You would do anything to get it back.

"I will always be your apprentice, wherever you go," you told him, confessing your turn to the dark. "Command me to do what you wish."

You sat up, sweating profusely, the subtle light in the corner of your room told you you were safe now, but not okay. No, you were far from okay. You raked a hand over your hair and stood up from your bed immediately, pacing the floor to try and rid your mind of the horror you'd just dreamt of.

It was one thing to dream about Obi-Wan, even in a way that would be frowned upon, but it was another thing completely to dream that he offered you a path to the dark, and upon his actions to you, you accepted it without hesitation. You were terrified that if he turned you so easily, you might be open to it in other places.

You needed to speak with him but were unsure of if that was a good idea. Would you ever be able to explain it enough without including the sticky details? You'd hoped you could come up with something, because it didn't take long for you to make up your mind. Your feet carried you without you even giving them your full consent, and they marched up to Obi-Wan's door and stood still, waiting for you to make the choice to knock. You raised your hand, but it never met the surface of the sliding door, before it opened to you. A rather tired and disheveled Obi-Wan was revealed to you, and you immediately spoke to keep your mind away from more thoughts of him.

"How did you-?"

"I could sense you," he answered, looking at how shaken you seemed to be. "What's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream."

Understatement of the decade. The century. The millennium, even.

He understood right away, stepping aside and letting you in. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You crawled into his bed, not sure if you should tell him, or just tell him that it concerned you. Either way he was going to be curious, as one was bound to be. He was always there to listen, and never to push you, but there was the odd occasion where he asked to know more. Normally you would comply, because the information wasn't as sensitive.

"I'm not sure, it's conflicting me."

He sat down next to you, making sure you were properly tucked in before contemplating your words thoroughly.

"I will not pry, little one, but if you should share with me the contents of this dream, I promise to do the best I can to help you," he scooted a bit closer, beginning to play with your hair. It was lovely and soothed you.

Of course, you would tell him. He was so kind and gentle, and so willing to hear what you had to say. You couldn't look into his blue eyes, shimmering in the dark lighting of the Coruscanti city through the window, and refuse him. It wasn't in you to resist him whatsoever, which is what you feared most at the moment.

"You turned to the darkside," you let out, tears coming to your eyes just at the thought of losing him that way, and then losing yourself along with him. "And you tried to take me with you."

His brow furrowed with great concern, and he leaned down, wiping the tears that had managed to escape your eyes while he thought about his reply. He didn't want to discourage you, which seemed like he could do if he wasn't careful.

"My sweet girl, you will never have to worry about that as long as you live. I would never do such a thing, and more importantly, I would never ask something like that of you," the thumb that wiped your face when he finished was soft, and smooth, but it didn't help calm you. You still had another fear you had yet to express to him.

"I know you wouldn't. That isn't what I'm afraid of," you said, and he tilted his head down to you, not being pushy, or trying to rush you into speaking, but only to let you know he was still listening, and ready to assure you that when you did, everything would be okay.

You took a deep breath but were unable to let it out. The words came out jumbled, but you had to confess.

"I followed you without hesitation; I didn't even try to fight it."

Now, this was a whole other territory that he wasn't prepared to think about. He was always so sure that the darkness others saw in you didn't exist. He saw light incarnate whenever he looked at you, purely perfect in his eyes. Perhaps this was just another bad dream that meant nothing, but perhaps it was your mind trying to coax you into something wrong. He wanted to do everything he could to protect you from it, and the first thing he did was lay beside you, and take you in his arms, hearing your soft sniffles turn into heavy sobs the more time went on.

He pressed you into his chest believing that he could shield you from the darkness with his own being. He wasn't going to let it touch you, and he was on a mission to defeat it on your behalf, any costs necessary.

"It's okay, it was just a dream," he soothed, raking his hand up and down your back, his other tangled into your messy hair and holding you tightly.

You clung to his shirt, your tears making a mess of the light-colored fabric.

If walls could talk, they would surely be telling the tale of sorrow that was this night. The heaviness was felt in the air at how disappointed you were in yourself. You had trained all your life to be stronger than this, but you weren't. Maybe he was right, maybe it was just a dream, but laying in his embrace told you otherwise. You would do anything for him, and if he asked you to join the dark side, it would happen.

Your confliction started oozing away when you felt him beginning to remove the bad thoughts from your mind... wait.

"Obi?" You asked in confusion, raising your head up, only to find him with his eyes closed shut, and his jaw clenched tightly.

"I need to focus," he said softly, rendering you silent until he was finished. He was doing for you what you had done for Anakin all those times before, only he was straining himself to do it, and wasn't even sure if it was working. You were far more connected to the force than he was, but you were so easily able to do it all those times, you thought that maybe it wasn't such a hard ability to master. Obi-Wan looked like he was standing against the test of his life, just trying to pull away the bad thoughts, but even after they were gone from you, and you were left with peace, he stayed still, raking the files of your mind for something. You put a block around any romantic thoughts he might find.

He let out a breath, letting his eyes flutter open as he looked back down at you.

"Thank you," you said sincerely, the only tears coming out now were of emotion over what he'd done for you. He knew there would be side effects, as there always were for you, but he did it anyway.

"Don't thank me, little one," he brought you back into his chest, making sure you were bundled up snugly, it always made you feel secure, and he knew that. "I searched your signature for any sign of darkness, even a sliver, but found nothing. It was only a dream, it can't hurt you, I promise."

You nodded against him, and he began humming your song. You could count on one hand the number of times that song didn't ease your mind. It, along with his steady heartbeat were all you needed, falling asleep while repeating his last words in your head.

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[sanerontheinside]

QuiObi + #45 😇

45, a kiss out of anger, because we like to suffer 🤭

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sooooo after watching the Kenobi show I spawned like. 2-3 ideas. this prompt belongs to one of them! background: Qui-Gon leaves the Order after Obi-Wan returns from Rattatak (we do lightly touch on the why of it)

This prompt either falls in the middle of that story, or my brain will decide that it's already checked this idea off the list (tho i kinda hope not, there's more that can be done here, and I think this scene could also be fleshed out—) anyway here we goooo

He floated. 

The pain had been indescribable. Heat that refused to dissipate, seemed only to get worse, endless, endless. He was still burning, even now when he’d been pulled out of the flames—had he been? He couldn’t say. He was still there, unable to breathe, choking on ash. 

Anakin had felt this. He’d been alive, abandoned on the hot Mustafar sand. Obi-Wan had turned his back on him. 

You should’ve killed me when you had the chance. 

Pain, old and dull and inescapable, streaked through him. For a moment it seemed to him that he’d burned on Mustafar, been left charred and empty; that he’d suffered those injuries for a decade. 

But he hadn’t, had he? Hadn’t even known that Anakin still lived. He’d wandered beneath the scorching suns of Tatooine, and at best his burns had been superficial; he’d survived all of it, because he had a mission to complete. Something important, something to hold on to… 

Something was missing. 

Obi-Wan jerked, and found himself restrained, sluggish. 

He tried again. He was trapped, encased in some gelatinous substance. The smell of it was cloying—

Bacta. 

They were losing precious time. Obi-Wan struck out and kicked for the surface. 

“—need more time!” Tala was calling up to him insistently. “Ben, your injuries need time to heal.” 

He pulled off the rebreather, stubbornly ignoring the way the barely-healed skin pulled and ached. “Where’s Leia?”

Tala’s expression cracked. That told him all he needed to know. 

She sighed. “The medic will want a look at those burns.”

Obi-Wan bit back a protest. The bacta treatment, however brief, had at least dulled the pain. And though he tried not to think about it, the idea of sinking back into the tank filled him with dread. 

*

The base was set up smartly, by someone who knew what they were doing. They’d repurposed one of the old structures left abandoned after the campaign on Jabiim. Jabiim likely still hadn’t forgiven the greater galaxy for what had happened there: Empire, Confederacy, or Republic, it was all the same to them. It remained an unregarded, struggling world—perfect for an illegal base of operations. 

A couple turns away from the room where they kept the bacta tank (Obi-Wan doubted they could afford to keep more than one) there was a cramped little mediwing. Tala made sure Obi-Wan got as far as the exam table, then left him there. He could still hear her soft voice, barely, no doubt speaking to the medic just outside. Obi-Wan thought he could just about imagine how that conversation went. Medics liked things to be neat and clean; that a patient would fight bacta treatment was baffling to most. 

Obi-Wan sighed, and geared up for a minor fight. 

“Leaving us so soon?”

The sound of that voice slid down his spine like ice. 

“If we had a patient record, I’d have you signing a form indicating you refused treatment.”

Obi-Wan swallowed against the lump in his throat. It refused to budge. 

“Still, I’m sure you know how this works: bacta-packed compression bandages for the burns, a broad spectrum antibiotic, an analgesic for the pain you’re going to tell me you’re not in.” 

Obi-Wan watched the tall frame moving around the little ward out of the corner of his eye, rifling through the drawers. The bandages were tossed almost carelessly onto the exam table beside him, then the man returned with two hypos in hand. 

“Non-negotiable, I’m afraid,” the man said. 

Obi-Wan forced himself to look at him. 

Qui-Gon looked… different. Older, terribly worn. His eyes were bruised with sleepless nights, and his face was gaunt. He’d lost weight. His hair was silvered now, twisted back into a long braid. 

Obi-Wan licked dry lips and tried to think of anything to say. “A medic?” was the best he could do, apparently. 

The corner of Qui-Gon’s mouth twitched up in something that wasn’t quite a smile. He picked up one of the bandage packages and tore into it. “Amazing, what skills you’ll pick up on the run. Most people are too grateful to ask questions, even about unlikely recoveries.”

“Ah.” 

Obi-Wan tried not to jump when Qui-Gon started to wrap the bandages around his ribs. It had been such a long time since he’d been touched. He missed Qui-Gon’s hands… 

But Qui-Gon’s motions were brisk, perfunctory. Obi-Wan fought down a pang of grief. He didn’t deserve that comfort from him, anyway. Obi-Wan desperately cast about for another topic. 

“How long have you been working with the Path?” His voice sounded strained, even to him. 

“Separatists had been hunting Force Sensitives already.” Qui-Gon shrugged. “Mostly sentient trafficking, but some had likely suffered a more terrible fate. I still had my old contacts then. When the Republic fell… it was hard going, for a time. A few years later, I started crossing paths with Roken and the Path. Joined forces. It was better than getting in each other’s way.”

Obi-Wan nodded. Mostly, he found himself listening to the cadence of Qui-Gon’s voice, the long-missed timbre of it. There was a bit more brogue to his speech now than Obi-Wan remembered. Maybe that was telling of the years he’d lived more Rimward than Core. 

“I wondered if you would come look for me,” Qui-Gon said into the silence. “I suppose I shouldn’t be terribly surprised you didn’t.”

Obi-Wan stayed still and quiet. He tried to speak as neutrally as possible. “You left,” Obi-Wan said. 

“You didn’t need me,” Qui-Gon growled. 

Obi-Wan rocked back where he sat, feeling like he’d been slapped. Qui-Gon had been well-shielded, but this—the bitter pain in his voice, the anger and the grief—he could’ve been Force-blind and he would’ve still been able to taste it in the air. The feelings had spilled out in a brief, bright flash, like a meteorite catching fire. 

“I have always needed you,” he said. 

“After Rattatak,” Qui-Gon bit out, hurling the words at his feet like the accusation they were. “You shut me out, you—”

Qui-Gon’s eyes flashed with warning, but Obi-Wan had nothing to answer to that anyway, because Qui-Gon was right, of course. He’d shut everyone out. It wasn’t like he’d had much time to deal with the consequences of such a thing. And Qui-Gon had stayed close to him, hovering-but-not, edging around him on tip-toe—

Now he was angry. Like he’d been angry since he’d left the Temple, and carried that with him for the last twelve years. The sight of Qui-Gon Jinn angry was a rare thing. Obi-Wan himself barely had the reserves left for such a feeling. 

Amazing, Obi-Wan thought. After all these years, at least one thing remained consistent. He’d disappointed Qui-Gon after all. 

And yet, here he was; bandaging Obi-Wan’s arm and shoulder even as he ground his teeth. 

“I have always needed you,” Obi-Wan said more softly. “Even when I pushed you away. I’m sorry, for what little it’s worth.” 

Qui-Gon shut his eyes and leaned forward, surprising Obi-Wan when he rested his brow against Obi-Wan’s temple. 

“I thought you dead.”

The words were so quiet, barely a breath, that Obi-Wan felt more than heard them. He turned his head gently into the touch. “I prayed you weren’t.”

“You didn’t look,” Qui-Gon noted. 

There was that bitter edge again, though weakened this time. Obi-Wan smiled, and shook his head. “I had a job to do. I still do.”

A long, low breath spilled from Qui-Gon’s lips. “You awful, infuriating thing,” he whispered. 

Then a hand was on Obi-Wan’s chin, turning and angling his head, and dry lips pressed against his with a fierce desperation—angry and desperate and grieved. The kiss was like nothing he’d ever known—a greeting, a plea, or maybe a curse. One of them bled. 

It was over as quickly as it had begun, and Obi-Wan found himself panting, fingers curled into a well-worn, soft, blue tunic. 

“Qui,” he gasped, “what—”

“I lost you here, on this planet,” Qui-Gon rasped. 

Obi-Wan glanced up at him, found those blue eyes burning into his very soul. 

“I won’t lose you again,” Qui-Gon said, “certainly not here. Wherever you need to go, I’m going with you.” 

Obi-Wan opened his mouth automatically, though every line of Qui-Gon’s body was coiled fierce and ready for a fight. And Obi-Wan was tired of fighting. 

And he missed his bondmate. Twelve years ago, when he’d locked away the mess that was Rattatak, he’d locked away parts of himself with it. He’d done it again, in the middle of the desert, burying his past life with his Padawan’s. 

What a horrible thing to bury, he thought, eyes falling to his hand where it lay over Qui-Gon’s heart. Over the scar that had nearly taken Qui-Gon from him; the reminder of the countless nights that followed as he pulled apart nightmare after nightmare, fear after fear, only to discover that he’d been in love with his Master for years. 

He’d thought that love had withered away, at least on Qui-Gon’s part. That that was why Qui-Gon had left. 

Twelve years later, here they were again. He’d buried something living, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be forgiven for it. 

Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, all right.”

[thetreestumptherapist]

Before you feed me to the Rancor, hear me out please.

I actually prefer to call her Rey Solo because I refuse to accept Ben's death and have rewritten the end of that movie in my head so that they eventually get together. I might post my version of it at some point. I don't have all the details yet, I just know he doesn't die and they marry at some point.

2. I am gonna get killed for this. But, I think the youngling slayer 9000 chooses who the next Skywalker is. Like Mjolnir chose Thor. In the force awakens Maz says "the lightsaber chose you". It was made by Anakin, chose Obi-wan to hold it until Luke was worthy, chose Luke, luke lost it, (along with his hand) and then it chose Maz to hold it while it waited for Rey, and then it chose her to bring back Luke (or debatably Ben), chose her to defeat Palpatine (HOLD YOUR FATHIERS! We'll get to that in a minute), chose her to be the next Skywalker. ALTERNATIVELY, she was the second choice because Luke rejected it when it was handed to him. And so it was like, "Okaaaaay then. Hey Rey, you think you could do something for me?" And then chose her to be the next hero.

On Palpatine being back: Do you guys really think and I mean REALLY believe the same guy who orchestrated an entire war, pulling strings on both sides, personally investing tons of resources into both sides, all for his gain, would not have some sort of plan to come back and rule again after his inevitable death? Especially with access to cloning technologies? Come on guys. I will agree, it could have had a better introduction, and definitely needed more details in the movie, but I believe it's a reasonable thing to happen because Sidious was ridiculously determined to live forever. And let's not forget he was the apprentice of and MANAGED TO KILL Darth freaking Plagueis!

Back to Rey Skywalker Solo.

She was basically adopted by two blood Skywalkers, and they were the closest thing she had to a family. So, it's reasonable to think she took their name as a way of saying thank you. Also, would you want to keep your last name if it was linked to the guy who caused decades of strife for an entire galaxy? I don't think so. Now, she could have tried to reclaim the Palpatine name, but that would be a LOT of work. Also, with Luke and Leia showing up at the end like that, like Obi-wan, Yoda, and Anakin did for Luke, I think they were kind of saying, "Good job kid" "Thank you for what you've done for us" and "We approve." And she was returning to where everything began, the Lars homestead. (I agree, it was kind of rude to bury Anakin's lightsaber in sand, but I "undersand" why she did it {I'm sorry}) All of their stories started with sand. She didn't really know anything about Anakin, but she did know about Luke. And since there wasn't really anything to Anakin's home, the Lars homestead makes the most sense. The Lars homestead has the most significance. Shmi married Cliegg Lars, and Anakin started truly descending to the darkside there because that's where he went after he slaughtered the tuskens. It's where R2 and 3PO met Luke and went to find Obi-wan. And many more reasons.

With the Skywalkers is the only place she actually felt at home, and like she belonged with a group. I think it makes perfect sense that she would consider herself part of their family and take their last name, carry on their legacy (a questionable decision if you actually think about it, although I think the galaxy still hailed them as heroes), and continue fighting the forces of evil with their blessing.

I guess you can feed me to the Rancor now. I can't think of anything else to say.

i don’t trust anyone who seriously calls rey skywalker

[jebiknights]

Corries and Anakin you say? Potential for more fun, I hear

Because honestly, with how often I imagine Anakin visited the senate (be it for a senator or for a chancellor) I think he’d at least kinda get to know the guard? Maybe it’s just my need for more clones interacting with my comfort character, and maybe it’s just my need to fix the sad by making it sadder and then fixing it after that, but all I know is there is a chance he could get to know the guard.

Also isn’t Anakin like, Chancellor rescuer number 1? Wouldn’t that have him and the guard working kinda close together? Maybe I’m reaching for straws, but I’ve accomplished more with less lol

So yeah, Anakin and the Guard, I want more, we deserve more Corrie content anyways

(I am so sorry this took so long to answer I had work this weekend and a wedding (and also ate complete shit at the wedding I am still in pain))

BUT YES ANON YOU GET ME. I don't bring it up a lot because I hate being that person who just inserts my blorbo into everything, including places he doesn't belong, BUT with the fact he spends so much time with Padme, the Chancellor, even in Legends he's met with Bail before with Obi-Wan (though typically out of office, but still). He's arguably one of the Jedi that it would make the most sense for them to spend time with that aren't like, Mace or Yoda or Adi. (I understand the Quinlan stuff, esp because he doesn't have a canon group but also, Quinlan spends just as much if not more time off planet as the frontliners so-)

Also Anakin is just a friendly guy with the clones specifically, he would definitely chat with and befriend them whenever he was waiting for the Chancellor or after they managed to rescue him (his tunnel vision might be too bad before the rescue lol).

I think it also would be an interesting dynamic to explore, especially in the context of the previous ask about the Corries being the only ones who notice quite what is up with Anakin and Palps (or at least that it's weird), because in Legends canon at least, Anakin... apologizes a lot for Palpatine. It's interesting actually, because Palps will fixate on Anakin, compliment only him, or attribute things to him that other people deserve (Esp wrt Obi-Wan) and Anakin is constantly worried about how that reflects on both Palps and him, and tries to smooth feathers. idk it's interesting to watch, and I wonder how Anakin would likely try to play mediator b/t the Corries and Palpatine.

(I'm ngl, I think Anakin sees more of Palpatine's bad aspects that we think, and that he both rationalizes them away as him being an old man stuck in his ways but with very good intentions, and also him just being groomed and conditioned to write off the bad things.)

[kaminocasey]

Come Back to Me Part 4

Summary: You reflect and reminisce on your relationship with Crosshair.

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Minors DNI

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Smut, Angst

A/N: The last chapter didn't get as much traction. I hope that this chapter will make up for it!

Part One ︱Part Two ︱Part Three ︱Part Four︱Part Five

You Can find it on AO3 Here!

A Year Ago…

“This is Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair.” Cody introduces you to the clones he referred to earlier as the Bad Batch.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You nod, smiling.

You lock eyes with Crosshair. He was tall, lean, and slightly menacing looking. You were instantly drawn to him. He smirks at you, making you go warm in the face so you look at Cody again who’s explaining the plan for the mission. You look at Obi-Wan and he has an eyebrow raised at you, warning you that he saw that exchange with Crosshair. You roll your eyes and look at the holograph displaying the map.

Later that afternoon, you take out fifteen droids with your lightsaber in one go and Crosshair is smirking at you once again.

“What?” You laugh.

“You’re impressive.” He shrugs, winking at you before walking to catch up with the rest of the Batch.

You smile to yourself and Obi-Wan of course is right there.

“Be careful, y/n. You know what the Jedi say of attachments…” He warns you.

“I do know what they say but I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re bringing it up for?” You play dumb.

He shakes his head as he boards the ship. At least the mission was a success… Your feelings though? Complicated.

Ten Months ago…

You find yourself in 79’s, finally needing a night away from the temple and the other Jedi. Some of the guys from the 501st offer to buy you a drink but you politely decline them. There was only one clone that could hold your interest. One clone that you hadn’t been able to keep your mind off of since meeting him two months prior.

“Two of what she’s having.” You hear that familiar smoky voice.

You look to your left and find Crosshair leaning on the bar incredibly close to you. Your heart soars and you lean closer to him, smirking.

“You’re here.” You break into a grin.

“Did you miss me?” He smirks, glancing down at your lips.

“Maybe.” He hands you one of the drinks when the bartender brings them to him. “Thanks.” You take a sip, looking at him.

“Sure.” He lets a finger trail down your exposed thigh. “I like this dress much better than your Jedi robe.”

“Me too.” You wink.

He grips your thigh, squeezing, letting his gaze linger on your cleavage. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met.”

“Makes two of us.” You admit, sipping on your drink.

“Wanna get out of here?” He leans into your ear and asks.

You nod. “More than you know.”

He takes you back to the Marauder to have his way with you. Luckily all the guys were out having a good time.

“I don’t want this to end.” You pant as he fucks you from behind with a death grip in your hair.

He chuckles. “Already can’t get enough of my cock, mesh’la?”

“I mean, yeah. But also, I want to know you.” You laugh, breathlessly.

He flips you over to kiss you. He slams into you again without taking his lips off of yours. You moan against his mouth. He grins into the kiss.

“Love the sounds you make for me.” He tells you.

“Just for you.” You assure him, still breathless.

“Promise?” He purrs.

“Promise.” You assure him.

Six Months Ago…

“I love you.” Crosshair whispers into your ear as he fucks you against the sink in the fresher of the Marauder while you’re on your way back to Coruscant from a mission.

“You do?” You pant as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist.

Anakin, Rex, Cody, and the Batch were mere feet away.

“Fuck yes, I do.” He groans as he finishes inside of you, biting your shoulder to stifle how loud he wants to be.

You clench around his length, loving the way he fills you up. You would always want this man, no matter if it was against the rules or not. You knew your heart would never belong to the darkside. Master Kenobi had no idea what he was talking about. Attachments like this were pure and full of light.

“I love you.” You cup his face and look into those brown eyes that only went soft for you.

He smiles ever so slightly and kisses you. “I wish you didn’t have to go…” “Me too…” You sigh. “We’ll see each other again soon. I promise.”

Present…

That had been your last moment together before Order 66. Now, you watch Crosshair asleep in the chair, still handcuffed to it.

“Do you know what’s messed up?” You ask Echo, who’s piloting.

The rest of the batch were asleep in their bunks. You had been in hyperspace for over 24 hours. The Batch said they knew someone who might know where Obi-Wan was. So that’s where you were headed.

“What’s that?” Echo replies.

“I still love him. After all that he’s done… all that we’ve both gone through… I still think he can change.” You look at Echo.

Echo’s expression softens when he looks at you. It was sympathy. Did he not think Crosshair could change? You remember the way that he snapped you out of your negative thoughts. He still knows you. Which means he still has to care. Right?

“If you think Crosshair is worthy of forgiveness then I stand behind you.” Echo pats your knee.

“How touching…” Crosshair sneers, awake.

You roll your eyes and look at him. “Are you hungry?”

Crosshair looks away from you. You can tell that he’d cross his arms if he could right now. You use the force to unlock his binders behind the seat. Echo gives you a look but you can tell he trusts you so he doesn’t say anything. Crosshair rubs his wrists as his face softens when he makes eye contact with you.

You offer him a ration stick. He takes it with a nod and eats it, still holding your eye contact. You can tell he still loves you. You hope your facial expression conveys that you still love him, too.

“I’ve got to run to the fresher. Make sure he doesn’t do something stupid.” Echo gives Crosshair a stern look and walks out of the cockpit.

You and Crosshair look at each other again. It was killing you to not collapse into his arms, to kiss him.

“I…” You struggle for words.

“I know.” He whispers.

You feel a lump form in your throat. “I should have never left you that day…”

“It’s best that you did… who knows if I would have had the strength to… stop.” He looks down.

“I believe you would have.” You tell him.

He gives you a sad smile then it’s gone. “I tried to kill a padawan child… You think I would have had the strength to stop myself from killing you?”

“But you didn’t kill the child.” You shrug.

“Thanks to Hunter.” He sighs.

“Then, Hunter would have stopped you from killing me.” You place your hand on his knee.

He places his hand on yours and you interlace your fingers together. “Please don’t leave me again…”

“They’ll come after me.” Crosshair sighs. “I have to go back.”

You sink to the ground in front of him on your knees, looking up at him, begging. “We’ll make it look like the Batch killed you. We’ll run away. We can be happy.”

He shakes his head, starting to say something but you cut him off.

“Do you not want me anymore?” Tears threaten to fall down your cheeks.

“Of course I want you.” He rolls his eyes.

“Then what is it?” You beg.

He sighs, his expression completely softens. “If they come after me and find me… that means they would find you… and they would kill you… and make me watch.”

He cups your face so softly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Crosshair, I still love you so much.” You whisper, placing your head in his lap.

“I know.” He murmurs, apologetically.

“We’re coming up on Ord Mantell.” You hear Tech say as he comes up into the cockpit.

Tech gives you a weird look but continues to sit in the pilot seat. You start to get up off the ground but Crosshair pulls you back to him to kiss you, crushing his lips to yours.

You could feel that the kiss was filled mostly with sadness. Either way, you were just glad to have his lips on yours again. No matter how long it would last.

When he pulls away, he helps you to stand but remains seated. He knows if he moves there’s no telling what the guys would do to him. You sit back in the co-pilot seat and keep your eyes on him.

He looks genuinely sad until Hunter and Echo come up into the cockpit and then he looks sour again. Hunter looks at the binders on the floor then looks at you accusingly.

“He’s your brother, not a prisoner.” You tell him, firmly.

“Coming out of hyperspace in 3… 2… 1.” Tech’s voice is next to you. “We’ll be arriving on Ord Mantell momentarily.

“Who is on Ord Mantell?” You ask them.

“A… friend of the Jedi.” Echo replies.

You had never heard of a friend to the Jedi being on Ord Mantell. Hopefully their friend would be able to tell you where Obi-Wan was. He would know what to do about Omega.

TAGS: @espuma-y-arrecife @ilikemymendarkandfictional @livi-s @ben-is-a-hoe @photowizard17

[arcsimper5]

No, no, no, I LOVE this, but 100%, Anakin would find a way to make it sound better and say more things over time, and Cody is going CRAZY.

The amount of times he hears, 'Hello, my dear Commander," and Cody turns with a bashful smile on his face, only for his scowl to return when he sees that GODS-DAMNED DROID instead of his General is infuriating.

It all comes to a head when Obi-Wan fakes his death (again) for another mission and Cody doesn't know.

He turns up to Anakin's room at 4am, tears running down his face, begging to speak to the droid, wanting to hear Obi-Wan's voice just once more.

Anakin, (who is in on the fake this time), feels bad, but at the same time, finds it hilarious.

Being devious as ever, he agrees and leads Cody down to the hangar where Obi-Wan has just arrived back from the mission.

Anakin explains Cody has taken his supposed death hard, and he needs to be 'gentle' with him.

He then tells Cody to wait and he'll bring the droid in. Sitting down and sobbing, Cody simply waits until he hears a cautious 'Commander?'

Cody simply breaks down, burying his head in his hands as he feels a presence in the room, assuming it's the droid.

'Oh, my dear Commander. I am so sorry."

It sounds so real, it feels so real. He just wants to reach out and touch Obi-Wan, but he knows, should he do so, he'll just feel cold durasteel.

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan," he chokes, breath hitching horribly with his sobs, "I... I should have told you, when I had the chance. I'm so stupid. So, so stupid."

"Told me what, Cody?"

Odd... The droid only ever called him Commander. He'd have to chastise Anakin for that once he was done in here, processing his pain.

Only the real Obi-Wan ever called him Cody.

"T-That I love you," he spluttered, grinding his knuckles into his eyes, "that I've a-always loved you. That I wanted to spend every s-single day of the rest of my life, making you happy. Making you mine. I... I'm so stupid. And now... now it's too late, and I..."

A hand on his shoulder makes him jump.

His mind splutters to a halt, anger flowing through him. If that is Anakin, he's going to punch him in his face for interrupting his mourning.

No-one was supposed to hear that. No-one. It's the first time he's ever admitted it aloud.

Drawing in a sharp, shuddering breath, he looks up, immediately stunned to see familiar ice blue eyes, crinkled at the corner as Obi-Wan's grin turns watery.

He doesn't even have time to react before his General's hand is slipping behind his neck, drawing him into a kiss.

When their lips meet, his heart rattles in his chest, beating impossibly fast, his body frozen as Obi-Wan claims his mouth, teasing his bottom lip with his tongue before pulling away, panting for breath.

"My dear Cody," he chuckles softly, leaning in to press his forehead against his Commander's, "it is most definitely not too late."

Behind the wall, Cody hears giggling that most definitely belongs to Anakin, and even as Obi-Wan tilts his head to renew the kiss, his senses now returning enough for him to wrap his General in a tight embrace, relishing in the way he feels against him, warm and firm and alive, he makes a mental note to plot his revenge.

The 501st have a reprogrammed battle droid they painted to match them. his name is OB-1 and Anakin programmed him to sound and act like obi wan. Cody despises it.

[tennessoui]

hello 👋 I was catching up on your tumblr like it's my weekly newspaper of choice and, um, if you ever fancied writing a snippet of obi wan getting the call after a concert about fire fighter anakin getting hurt it would be much appreciated 🥺

alright yes of course!!! i always try to give my asks whatever they want 🥺🥺🥺 here's a snippet of singer!obi-wan getting an 'anakin is hurt' call

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When Obi-Wan gets offstage, the first thing he does is check his phone. That’s what he’s been doing for months now, ever since he and Anakin started dating. It’s not like he can look at his phone onstage in front of all the people who paid to see Obi-Wan Kenobi, rock star. He has to wait, to not carry his phone with him at all up to the stage in order to triumph over the temptation of seeing what Anakin is doing right now, what silly thing he wants Obi-Wan to see.

It’s almost better like this. He gets offstage and he gets little presents from his boyfriend: horrifically cooked meals at the station, complaints about one of his coworkers’ new taste in music, awful jokes his sister has told him.

Tonight, there’s nothing.

He doesn’t think much about it though, not when he doesn’t have his boyfriend’s work schedule memorized. Sometimes the firefighters’ schedules shift on random days; someone calling out sick, someone available to cover a shift they weren’t assigned….It’s a big city, but a small firehouse. Obi-Wan isn’t worried.

Disappointed, maybe, that he doesn’t get to see Anakin’s twisted, disgusted face at Jesse’s attempt at dinner. Or his string of laughing text emojis to accompany a joke from Ahsoka. Disappointed, but not worried.

He chats with Kit and Quinlan the entire time back to his dressing room. The drummer thinks the opening song could use a little more rehearsal. The guitarist thinks it’s fine. Obi-Wan hadn’t heard anything definitively out of place, but he’s always alright with more rehearsal. He wants to give the best performance he can to the fans. It’s that simple.

He’s alone for a few minutes when he changes from his performance outfit into his normal clothes. It’s just after ten p.m.

He thinks about calling Anakin, as it’s only 8 in the evening in his city. Surely that’s too early to go to bed, even for a night off-shit. He thinks about it the entire time he’s changing into jeans and a t-shirt, the entire time he’s wiping off his stage make-up--nothing drastic of course, but just enough to be visible in the stage lights, just enough to look a little ghoulish in the warmer lights of the dressing room.

It doesn’t take much to break him, he’ll admit. He really, really likes Anakin. They’ve been dating for eight months now. He’s almost completely comfortable saying that he loves Anakin, but he doesn’t want to scare the other man off. Sometimes he thinks that everything he feels is too big and too dramatic for everyday life, that being in the spotlight from such a young age ruined him for anything private and selfish ever again.

But loving Anakin feels private, feels selfish. It feels right, amazing, like he’s a bandit robbing a small bank and just hopping on the train leaving town. It feels like he’s getting away with something he never should have even expected to have.

Anakin doesn’t pick up.

This too is excusable, as Obi-Wan hardly expects his boyfriend to wait by the phone, anticipating his call. Anakin’s messages during his concerts are gifts for a reason. They’re not mandatory, they’re unexpected.

Going into a serious relationship like this, they’d both understood the importance of their already established lives. Obi-Wan could no more give up a concert in favor of a call with Anakin as Anakin could go off shift and call Obi-Wan.

He packs the necessities he’d carried with him into the dressing room and looks around, if only to make sure he has everything and he’s not leaving too big of a mess.

Ahsoka calls him on his cell, when he’s halfway between his dressing room and the bus. He almost doesn’t pick up because he doesn’t have Ahsoka’s number saved into his contacts. But her city area code is the same as Anakin’s, and he picks up the call.

“Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka sounds like she’s half on the call and half not. “I couldn’t unlock Anakin’s phone, but I saw you were trying to call him.”

Obi-Wan pauses and leans against the wall. “Yes, I was,” he says slowly, his gut trembling with a bad feeling. “Why are you calling me, Ahsoka?” He hates sounding so abrupt, but he can’t help it. He needs to know. Perhaps Anakin is asleep, and Ahsoka is trying to ward off any further calls in order to let her brother sleep.

“Anakin’s in the hospital,” she says grimly and straightforwardly. Faintly, Obi-Wan thinks he can appreciate her no-nonsense attitude. She gets directly to the point, even though the point iis dangerously sharp.

“No,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, even as he slowly slides down the wall he’s against until he’s sitting on the floor. “No, he can’t be. I talked to him a few hours ago.”

“There was a call,” Ahsoka sounds so close to crying. No, Obi-Wan thinks. Impossible.

“But I just talked to him,” he says, clearing his throat. “I just….”

“There was a fire out on Temple Street,” she says thickly. “He’s in the hospital because a pillar fell on him. Trapped him in...in a burning house.”

Obi-Wan inhales sharply. If he hadn’t been sitting down already, he would have fallen to the ground. “But I--” I just talked to him, he thinks. As if it matters.

“He’s not critical anymore,” Ahsoka tells him. “But he’s still in surgery. Invasive, but. Not overly risky is what they told me.” She sniffles.

“I’m twenty hours away,” he says faintly.

“I know,” Ahsoka says into the phone. “I know. You’re almost on the other side of the country. But...they didn’t know to call you and I thought you needed to know.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Obi-Wan hears himself say. He needs to move. He needs to catch a plane. No matter expensive. He needs to get to the airport, get to Anakin.

Anakin’s hurt. Anakin needs surgery.

It’s Quinlan that finds him in the hallway, guitar slung over his back.

“Obi-Wan?” he asks, offering a hand out without explanation.

“Anakin’s in the hospital,” he says blankly, staring straight forward at the other wall. “He got hurt in a fire.”

“Then let’s get you there,” Quinlan replies instantly, pulling Obi-Wan up. “Come on. We’ll get you straight to the airport. I’ll tell the fans of the next concert.”

“We need to give them a refund,” Obi-Wan says distantly as he lets himself be led out to the tour bus. There are screams of fans, but it’s like he can’t even hear them. He’s underwater. Nothing matters as much. Nothing matters at all. Anakin needs surgery. Anakin’s in the hospital. Anakin’s hurt. He’s in the hospital. He needs surgery.

“We will,” Quinlan reassures him, leading him onto the bus. He tells the driver something harshly, quickly, and then not even a minute later, the wheels are in motion.

Anakin is in the hospital. Anakin had been hurt. He’d been in a building when it’d collapsed. How had Obi-Wan never even thought to worry about this? He worries about everything, but he’d never even thought of Anakin, of what Anakin’s career means. Sometimes he doesn’t get out. Sometimes Anakin doesn’t save the day. Who saves him?

Obi-Wan only realizes he’s making a weird noise with his throat when Quinlan clasps his hand. “We’re going to the airport,” he says with absolute surety. “We’ll get you to him, alright?”

Obi-Wan nods. What else is he supposed to do? He just talked to Anakin. He was fine then. How can someone go from fine to needing surgery in less than three hours?

He calls Ahsoka within the next fifteen minutes, as soon as it sinks in that this is happening. It doesn’t make sense, he can’t wrap his head around it, but it’s happening anyway. He’s ten minutes from the closest airport. Quinlan’s already got him a ticket. He’s coming. He’s almost there. He just...he needs to know Anakin is….that Anakin is……

“He’s still in surgery,” Ahsoka tells him softly. She sounds so small, so unsure. He’s only met her a handful of times, but he knows this tone does not belong anywhere close to her. “I don’t know, Obi-Wan. Please get here.”

Around the sixth hour after his concert ends, Obi-Wan cries. He leaves the official announcement to Quinlan, because he’s a coward. But he loves Anakin enough to type out a tweet anyway. It’s nothing too dramatic, nothing too honest either. There’s been an emergency. He’s sorry. He’s not sorry enough to not go, but he’s sorry enough to talk to fans. There’ll be a refund, maybe a rescheduling.

His entire life feels up in ends, but he talks about rescheduling. He doesn’t know what else to do. When the flight attendant tells him to turn his phone off, he puts it down until she’s passed by.

He looks out the window of the airplane and he can feel his tears soaking into his beard. Anakin is alright, he keeps telling himself. Anakin has to be okay. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Anakin isn’t okay.

It’s suddenly so amazingly clear to him that if Anakin were to--to not be alright--Obi-Wan’s life would never, ever be the same. Never. They’re intrinsically linked together. Why wasn’t he contacted when Anakin was first brought to the hospital? He needs to know this. He needs to know as soon as Anakin is hurt. He can’t stand the idea that Anakin had been injured halfway through his set, maybe at the end, maybe before it even started.

He needs to know as soon as it happens, if it ever happens again.

He never wants it to happen again. He never wants Anakin to be hurt, to be unresponsive, to be so far from him that Anakin’s sister has to let him know what’s going on.

He needs to be something different, something more. Something that makes everyone understand that he needs to be informed immediately when anything happens to Anakin, his Anakin. His….

Husband. Husband would work. If Anakin were to marry him, Obi-Wan would get preference to every medical incident experienced. Obi-Wan could be there. Yes. Husband

Husband.

Obi-Wan wipes the tears from his eyes slowly as he stares at the backside of the seat in front of him. Husband. If he were to be Anakin’s husband, he’d never be third in the information chain. He’d know immediately when something happens to his...to his husband.

Anakin could be his husband. Obi-Wan would ask him. It would make everything easier. It would mean Obi-Wan would know anything wrong as soon as it happened. He’d be the first in the chain of information.

He wants that, he decides as he cries into his airplane food napkin somewhere over the Great Plains. He wants to be the first. He wants to know. He wants to be there everytime Anakin wakes up from an injury. He wants to hold his hand.

Nothing else will ever make him feel any better. He needs it.