#i've never drawn anything for it but i think about AUs where anakin's caught or killed n rots is stopped a lot

[stealingpotatoes]

Honestly Mace would have loved Luke and Leia with his whole heart.

yes!!! honestly he's like a grandparent (in the dynamic way, not age way) bc he was harsh on anakin but you KNOW he's much more caring for the twins, like how a grandparent is strict on their kid but gives their grandkid literally whatever. and anakin's like where was this for me

[tennessoui]

Obikin comes in so many flavours, depending on where in the timeline/canon divergence/AU/ages etc you can really play with their dynamics. And you do such an excellent job of it your ao3 is a treasure trove!

One thing I've always wondered is, how do you think different Obi-Wan's would have reacted if AotC Anakin's flirting game had been directed his way (like if he never got it out of his system with Padme), angel and all?

aw thank you for the compliments!! this is an interesting thought experiment too because i feel like anakin would not have to flirt the same way with obi-wan - i read his very awkward and ~creepy flirting in aotc as him being a bit of an awkward teenager with grandiose understandings of his feelings to Hot Senator Maid Queen, but also that he's trying to get to know her. and maybe even more importantly, he's trying to get her to know him as he is now because he wants to be known by her and accepted and loved so he's like 'i hate sand. i hate my mastermommymentor except for when i don't which is also all the time. i am very powerful in the force.'

but like obi-wan already knows all that. maybe anakin doesn't quite realize the depth of feeling and trust and pride that obi-wan holds for him, but i think there is very little about anakin's life obi-wan doesn't know. so i think anakin trying to flirt in the same way with obi-wan would sort of go like:

"Oh," Obi-Wan says, setting down his piece of toast as his datapaad flashes with an incoming notification. "The Council has sent us the information for our next assignment, padawan." Anakin looks up from the stove, spatula held loosely in his hand. The eggs he's scambling cook merrily on the pan in front of him. They're for Obi-Wan obviously. Anakin hates eggs. Obi-Wan isn't sure why or how the boy got it into his head that part of his duties as a padawan included making Obi-Wan breakfast, but he feels less inclined to complain the less watery Anakin is able to cook them. "Where?" "Hm," Obi-Wan says, blinking down at the datapaad. "Jakku." The Force twitches around them, and Anakin lets out a bitten-off noise of disgust. "I hate sa--" "Sand, yes, I remember." Obi-Wan flicks through the file. "I myself do not particularly enjoy mud between my toes, yet when we were on Meyset, did you hear me complaining?" "Yes!" Anakin says, tossing his hands in the air. "You complained the entire time we were there!" Obi-Wan hums, scratching at the edge of his beard. "Oh, right, yes," he says, flicking off the datapaad and setting it aside. "And you were quite kind to put up with that. When you're a Jedi Master in your own right, you can do the same." Anakin responds with sulking silence, and Obi-Wan glances at him to see the boy already staring back, face dark and heavily drawn. His spatula rests against the edge of the pan. "I wasn't putting up with you out of kindness," Anakin says. "I would do anything for you, Master." The moment is far too heavy for so early in the morning and there is something Obi-Wan shies away from in Anakin's eyes. Something he can't quite bring himself to confront out loud. "Like save my eggs from burning?" he says lightly, and the moment is broken in two as Anakin's head swings back around to the pan on the stove and his attention is caught by something else. Good. Obi-Wan picks up his toast again and taps along the edge of his datapaad, lost in thought. That was--a lot. Anakin was getting bolder.