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[all-of-my-yesterdays]

Okay, so can we find out what happens when Anakin realizes that Obi is following them? I mean our poor boy doesn’t glow, he is bound to get scared or lost.

As Obi-Wan followed Anakin’s red light into the abyss, he noted that it was becoming harder and harder for him to see.  He should turn back... But this could be his last chance to find a pod, or at least another merman who would accept him. The mutation had always kept him from passing into the Midnight zone. Anakin felt nervous as they descended. He scented the water, noting that the sweet smell had still remained strong even as he had gotten further away from the other merman. Freezing, the large merman looked, eyes catching a flash of light that seemed to be reflecting off of something.  Nothing in these depths reflected, but the merman he met did.  Did Obi-Wan follow him into the depths? “Obi-Wan?” He called back, breaking away from his pod.  He should not be so worried over a merman he had just met, but it was hard not to be drawn to the other. “Anakin!” The auburn merman called back, swimming towards the dark red merman. The two united in the dark, and Obi-Wan’s eyes adjusted to the new source of light. Anakin’s pod would not be returning to the surface until the next evening to hunt. Taking the smaller merman’s hand, Anakin would keep him close as they continued to descend.  The larger male knew that he would protect the auburn hair male from the predators that would lurk in the deep.

[winterskywrites]

In the sith!Reinvented love story line, Anakin and Padme discover that catching Obi-Wan to make him theirs is more difficult then they anticipated. After all, Obi-Wan has overcome temptation in the past.

This takes place after this piece.

Taking down the Chancellor is, after everything, somewhat anticlimactic. Anakin returns to Coruscant with Padmé on his arm, they wait a few days to let things gain the appearance of settling down, and then Obi-Wan and Anakin strike. The Chancellor is dead in minutes.

Padmé isn’t there for any of this. She’s been planning her new empire, making alliances with influential senators and generally trying to set herself up as a viable successor to Palpatine. By the time he’s dead, she’s got a power base secure enough that very few people dare to argue when she swoops in and seizes power in a neat little coup.

Palpatine’s now-headless corpse is still on the floor when she enters the office, walking as regally as she can while also almost nine months pregnant. “We did it,” Anakin says, lifting her with ease and spinning her around.

“We did,” she agrees. “Where’s Obi-Wan?”

Anakin’s face falls a little. “He left, right after we killed Palpatine. I think I can probably find him if I look hard enough, but he’s pretty good at hiding.”

Padmé smiles. “I had a feeling this might happen. I called in someone who can help us.”

Anakin blinks. “Who?”

Padmé leans over and presses the comm on her new desk. “Send in the commander.”

Commander Cody hardly seems to notice Palpatine’s corpse when he enters the office. “General,” he says, saluting Anakin. “Ma’am,” he adds, giving Padmé a salute as well.

“Cody,” Anakin says wonderingly. He turns and kisses Padmé soundly. “You are brilliant.”

“Commander Cody,” Padmé says, her voice a little smug. “We have a mission for you.”

*

It only takes Cody about a week to find Obi-Wan. “He’s slipping,” Anakin remarks.

“Or he’s not really trying,” Padmé counters. “Either way, Cody will probably need help bringing him in.”

Anakin leans down and kisses Padmé’s cheek. “I’ll bring him back with me.”

Padmé kisses his lips. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Anakin does indeed bring Obi-Wan back with him when he returns a few hours later. He’s handcuffed and unconscious, but he doesn’t look harmed.

“Where should we put him?” Anakin asks, looking down at Obi-Wan’s limp body in his arms. “He’ll try to escape.”

“I found these,” Padmé says, pulling out two thin cuffs and latching them on Obi-Wan’s wrists, just above the handcuffs. “They’re Force inhibitors. He’ll try to escape, but I don’t think he’ll be able to.”

“You’re so smart,” Anakin compliments. “Should I put him in the spare room?”

“I had Threepio set it up,” Padmé replies. “And Artoo adjusted the lock so only we can unlock it.”

“So smart,” Anakin repeats, carrying Obi-Wan to the room.

Padmé sits down on the couch, sighing as she leans back against the pillows. She’s expecting to give birth any day now, and it’s made her duties as Empress rather difficult. She’s lucky to have Anakin to help out.

Anakin comes back a moment later, sitting on the couch next to her. “Now we just need to wait for him to wake up.”

“And then he’s ours,” Padmé says.

Anakin smiles. “And then he’s ours.”

*

As it turns out, it’s not quite that simple. Obi-Wan is obstinate, not talking to them and barely picking at his food. Anakin and Padmé both spend hours in his room each day, talking to him and trying to provoke some sort of reaction, but Obi-Wan denies it to them.

“Come on, Obi-Wan,” Padmé says one day, rolling her eyes. “Do you really think you can outlast us? Anakin isn’t very patient, but you know how he is when he’s determined. And I’m even more stubborn than he is. You’re not going to win this.”

Obi-Wan is silent as always, his eyes fixed on the wall, his face expressionless. He’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, as he always does. It almost looks like he’s meditating, but Padmé knows he’s cut off from the Force. Maybe he’s meditating without it.

Padmé sighs, checks the chrono, and stands. “I need- Oh!”

A sudden pain wracks her body, and she doubles over. There’s something wet under her skirts.

Obi-Wan’s gaze jerks to her, his eyes wide. It’s the first sign of emotion Padmé has seen on his face since Anakin brought him home. His lips part, just a little, then he closes his mouth and swallows. Padmé wants to be smug about her victory, even if Obi-Wan didn’t speak, but another sharp pain rips through her, and she cries out again. She almost falls, but suddenly Obi-Wan is at her side.

“Padmé,” he says, his voice rough. “Padmé, the baby.”

Padmé looks at him in shock, and then the words register. The baby. The baby. She’s having the baby.

The next few hours are a blur of pain and, later, pain suppressors. She comms Anakin somehow, and he arrives an instant later and brings her to the nearest hospital. She screams her way through the delivery, and when her mind is clear again, she has two babies.

“Luke and Leia,” she whispers, looking up at Anakin. “Our babies.”

“Ours,” Anakin agrees. He kisses Padmé’s sweaty forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*

Padmé visits Obi-Wan the next day, after she’s rested and regained some strength. Anakin has already gone to him, but he told Padmé that Obi-Wan was the same as ever. Perhaps he was with Anakin, but Padmé has the feeling that things will be different with her.

Sure enough, Obi-Wan’s gaze snaps to her the second she enters the room. His eyes flicker to her stomach, no longer swollen with life, and then to her eyes.

“Twins,” she says. “Luke and Leia. Anakin says they have all his strength with the Force.”

Obi-Wan swallows.

“Would you like to see them?” Padmé asks.

Obi-Wan looks at her. His mouth opens, then shuts, then opens again.

“Yes.”

Padmé holds out a hand. Obi-Wan unfolds his legs slowly, standing and crossing to the door. He doesn’t take her hand, but Padmé doesn’t mind. This is progress enough. She knows how Obi-Wan is. It’ll take a while to get him to give in, but once he does, there’ll be no going back.

Padmé brings him to the nursery, where Luke and Leia are snuggled together in a crib. She hears Obi-Wan’s sharp intake of breath. “This one is Luke,” she says, resting a hand on Luke’s head, “and this one is Leia.” She looks up at Obi-Wan. “Would you like to hold them?”

Obi-Wan looks at the babies, then at Padmé, then back at the babies. “Yes,” he finally whispers.

Padmé picks up Luke, cradling him gently. “Be sure to support his head,” she tells Obi-Wan as she rests the baby in his arms. Once Obi-Wan looks steady, Padmé picks up Leia and stands next to Obi-Wan, letting him look down on both babies.

Obi-Wan’s breathing is unsteady, and he’s looking down at the children as if they hold all the secrets to the universe. Padmé allows herself a small smile. She’s not sure if Obi-Wan knows it yet, but she does.

He’s lost. He’s theirs.

[darthrevaan]

For your mer AU: Anakin begins to see Obi-Wan more and more frequently causing his crew mates to think he is crazy. One thinks it’s funny to expose Anakin to a virus or a poison meant to make the younger man hallucinate. Obi-Wan notices Anakin is ill and transforms to take the boy home. Not long after, the same crew mate throw Anakin overboard. Anakin is so ill that he is unable to swim.

Okay, this is a little different to your prompt, and I really loved how it ended where it is so I didn’t add the last plot point, but hopefully you enjoy it!

It’s not just his imagination. It can’t be.

The merman is following him.

A month has passed since their first encounter, and Anakin’s attempts to secure proof of merfolk existence continue to be unsuccessful. He’s tried the camera again several times (all to similar effect; his mother thinks he’s developed an interest in landscape photography) and tried to find some physical evidence, but the shimmering scales the merman leaves behind are identical to any other large fish, so far as he can tell.

Trying to convince his crewmates to come down to the cove with him hasn’t worked, either. The few times he’s mentioned it, they’ve looked at him with varying levels of wariness and fear, and called him mad or brave or both (though more often the former).

Anakin is starting to understand how merfolk have remained hidden for so long.

What he doesn’t understand is why the merman keeps appearing to him. It’s becoming obvious that if he wanted to, he could have disappeared forever; he must have some reason to keep popping up wherever Anakin goes.

Maybe the purpose is simply to torment him. He never appears when Anakin might have a chance of pointing him out to someone else, after all.

But whenever Anakin is alone by the shoreline – taking a stroll along the beach, working alone on the dock, even glancing out of the front windows at home – there’s a chance he’ll catch a glimpse of red hair and glittering blue-green scales. 

The merman. Watching him.

He’s leaning alone against the rail of the North Wind one night, watching the swell of the dark grey water, when a familiar voice says, “You’re obsessed, man.”

Anakin feels his shoulders stiffen as Dev leans against the rail next to him. “I’m just watching the water.”

“Waiting for a head to pop out?”

“No.” Anakin hopes Dev won’t hang around for long; he’s always taken entirely too much pleasure in needling Anakin about the merman.

“They’re breaking out the tequila inside,” Dev says, nudging Anakin’s shoulder with his own. “Come on, man. Can’t freeze out here forever.”

Anakin gives in and follows Dev downstairs, because as much as he wants to know what the merman’s up to, he likes hanging out with his crew. They may think he’s weird, but they’ve helped him fit in here at the top of the world, so far from home.

They drink past midnight, until Anakin can barely stumble out onto the deck, laughing to himself, not one hundred percent sure he’ll be able to find his way home.

There’s someone waiting for him when he steps – trips – off the gangplank onto the quay.

It takes Anakin a moment to recognize him, drunk as he is. “You have legs,” he slurs, staring.

“I’m a magical sea creature,” the merman deadpans. “And you are dangerously drunk. Not an unusual state of affairs for a sailor, but I’ll see you home nonetheless.”

“See,” Anakin grins, starting to laugh again. “I’ll sea you home. Get it?”

The merman sighs. “Just come with me.”

Anakin wakes the next morning with a terrific hangover, and spends a good hour wondering if his stumbling walk home with the exasperated merman was real.

Judging by the smell of brine that lingers around the house, he’d like to think it was.

[peglione]

This is my drawing for the obikinbigbang 2018. I was paired with nightshadesydneylover150.

The Keeper - Nightshade_sydneylover150 - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

[all-of-my-yesterdays]

Can we get more of shallows-merman!Obi and depths-merman!Ani?

Goodness! I’m really glad you want more mer!Obi and mer!Anakin. I have some ideas to write with the two of them and doodle ideas... I’ve just been distracted. Probably nothing as nice as the first few posts. But I think I’m also willing to take some requests for these two mermen, and my AI au.

[winterskywrites]

What would have happened if Padme had fallen as well and the dark couple attempted to seduce Obi-Wan? Sith!Reinvented Love

“Don’t you see?” Anakin says. The volcanic heat of Mustafar is less intense than he is. “We don’t have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor. I- I can overthrow him. And together, you and I can rule the galaxy, make things the way we want them to be.”

It’s not what Padmé wants, it’s never been what Padmé wants… Except for the fact that it is, just a little bit. She remembers what Anakin said to her, years ago on Naboo. If the politicians can’t agree, then they should be made to. How many times did she wish she had that power during the war? She hated the fighting, hated that so few senators would even consider peace. Now, Anakin has brought peace to the Republic, and if Padmé stands by his side, she can help him keep it.

“Obi-Wan was right. You’ve changed,” she says softly, almost wonderingly.

“Obi-Wan is too focused on the old ways,” Anakin says. “Things need to change.”

“Do you think we can convince him of that?” Padmé asks.

Anakin looks at her with wide eyes. “You mean… You’re staying with me?”

Padmé feels herself smile. “You’re offering me the galaxy, Anakin. What woman would say no?”

Anakin embraces Padmé, picking her up and spinning her. “We can go to Coruscant right now,” he babbles. “We can overthrow the Chancellor. You can be the new Supreme Chancellor. Or Empress, if you want. I know he turned the Republic into an Empire. You can turn it back, or-”

“Let’s start with overthrowing the Chancellor,” Padmé interrupts, smiling. “Then we’ll figure out how to rule.”

They go onto Padmé’s ship, R2 rolling on after Anakin. They’ve just taken off when Anakin goes stiff.

“Padmé, Obi-Wan is on this ship.”

“What?” Padmé gapes. “Anakin, I swear-”

“She didn’t know,” Obi-Wan says, stepping forward out of nowhere. “She has nothing to do with this, Anakin.”

“Excuse me,” Padmé accuses. “Anakin is my husband.”

“Padmé-”

“Obi-Wan’s fight is with me,” Anakin says, taking a step towards Obi-Wan. “But we don’t have to fight at all. We can work together to fix the galaxy.”

“Through darkness?” Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You know I can’t allow that, Anakin.”

“You’re not my master anymore, Obi-Wan,” Anakin says, one hand dropping to his lightsaber. “You can’t command me.”

“Would that I still could,” Obi-Wan replies, reaching for his lightsaber as well. “Perhaps I could keep you from making such a horrible mistake.”

“Obi-Wan, we’re trying to fix things,” Padmé protests.

“How can you go along with this, Padmé?” Obi-Wan demands. “This is a corruption of every democratic ideal-”

“Obi-Wan, everyone knows you despise politics. Don’t pretend not to just to manipulate me,” Padmé says. “And no lightsaber battles on my ship. It’s not big enough, and you’ll just end up destroying it and killing all three of us.”

“We’re going to overthrow the Chancellor,” Anakin says. “We’re trying to stop him.”

“If you strike him down as a Sith, you will truly be lost to the darkness.”

“If Anakin brings down someone darker than him, he’ll be lost to the darkness?” Padmé asks. “Obi-Wan, how does that make sense?”

For the first time, Obi-Wan seems to waver a bit. “If he strikes him down in anger-”

“Didn’t you strike down Maul in anger?” Padmé counters. “When he killed Qui-Gon? If you could do that, why can’t Anakin kill the Chancellor in anger?”

“I- I didn’t-”

“We’re trying to fix things,” Anakin says. “The Jedi had their chance. They couldn’t fix anything. Padmé and I are trying to fix things in a new way. You were the one that told me that insanity was trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Isn’t that what the Jedi and Senate were doing?”

“Turning to the Dark Side isn’t an answer, Anakin!”

“Obi-Wan, surely you can’t be against us trying to stop Palpatine,” Padmé says. “You know he needs to be stopped.”

“Yoda went after him…”

“Yoda won’t be able to stop him alone,” Anakin says with conviction. “We might be able to manage it if we work together, but Palpatine is too powerful to be stopped by Yoda alone.”

Obi-Wan looks to be wrestling with himself, then he sighs. “Fine. I will work with you until the Chancellor falls. And then I will go after the next Sith. If that is you…”

“We’ll see,” Anakin says. He holds a hand out. “Until then, truce?”

Obi-Wan reaches out slowly, but he takes Anakin’s hand. “Truce.”

“You made the right decision,” Padmé says.

“I need to meditate,” Obi-Wan says quickly, and he disappears into the depths of the ship.

“Do you still think we can convince him that things need changing?” Anakin asks, looking after Obi-Wan’s retreating back.

Padmé smiles. “I do. I think we can make him ours.”

Anakin looks at her with wide eyes, then his expression melts into a smile. “Ours. I like the sound of that.”

“One thing at a time, though,” Padmé cautions. “We’ll deal with Palpatine first, then we’ll turn to Obi-Wan.”

“And we’ll make him ours,” Anakin says. He sounds like he’s relishing the thought.

Padmé’s smile widens. To be fair, she relishes the thought just as much. “Yes. Then we’ll make him ours.”

[winterskywrites]

Regular Reinvented love, Padme (and maybe Anakin) find Obi-Wan’s lack of knowledge about his birth family disturbing. Surely someone in his bio family must have seen the couple’s wonderful partner on the holonet and want to meet their family member. Obi-Wan just has a bad feeling about this... too bad his feeling was right. (Family snafu)

I apologize for how long this took. This can really only be loosely defined as a “snafu” (it’s more of an awkward family reunion), but on the plus side it’s pretty long! This takes place a while into the future of the Reinvent Love ‘verse; it’s been about four years since the events of Melt Your Headaches, Call It Home.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

“If we’re encouraging our students to keep in contact with their families, we should do it too,” Anakin says firmly. “I can’t, but you can.”

Obi-Wan crosses his arms tightly over his chest. “It’s a bit late to keep in touch. They haven’t seen me for over forty years.”

“Imagine if you hadn’t seen Luke and Leia for forty years,” Padmé says. “Would you still want to see them again?”

“You know I would,” Obi-Wan replies, sounding irritated.

“So your parents will want to see you,” Padmé states. “Anyway, we’re nearly here. It’s a bit late to turn around now.”

“I’ve never been to Stewjon before,” Anakin says, looking out the window of the ship. “It looks like a nice place.”

“It’s a small planet,” Obi-Wan says. “It’s not even part of the Senate. They may be… overwhelmed at having the Empress here.”

“We’re not coming here in any official capacity,” Padmé says. “You’re coming here because this is where your parents live, and Anakin and I are coming with you because we love you.”

“Anyway, we did send a message ahead,” Anakin adds. “So they’ve had some time to prepare.”

Obi-Wan huffs a little and stares out the window. Anakin and Padmé share a look. Obi-Wan has pushed back at every opportunity, trying to either cancel this trip or delay it as long as possible. He’s been masking his feelings from his bond with Anakin, but Anakin can still tell that he’s nervous. He supposes it makes sense, but it’s no reason not to make this trip.

“Here we are,” the pilot calls from the front of the ship as they descend over the landing pad.

“Come on,” Anakin says to Obi-Wan, grabbing his arm and pulling him over to the ramp. Padmé takes Obi-Wan’s other arm and follows. “Let’s be sure we look good for their first look at us.”

“Anakin-” Obi-Wan groans, but the ship lands, and before he can say anything else, Anakin uses the Force to lower the ramp.

The second it opens, they’re immediately hit with a wall of noise. People are cheering loudly, there are banners everywhere, and there’s loud music playing. After a moment, Anakin realizes that the people are chanting something. A moment later, he realizes what it is.

“Our Jedi is back! Our Jedi is back!”

“Sounds like everyone is pretty excited to see you,” Anakin says, nudging Obi-Wan with his elbow. “Come on, let’s go out and greet your adoring public.”

Obi-Wan looks tense, and his jaw is set so firmly Anakin’s surprised his teeth haven’t cracked, but he allows Anakin and Padmé to lead him down the ramp. The cheering only gets louder as people get a good look at him. Anakin notices that there are a few signs with Obi-Wan’s face on them. He wants one.

The crowd parts as they get to the ground, ushering them in the direction of a huge outdoor pavilion. Anakin can see a few people standing inside, including a woman wearing a regal-looking gown and an older couple.

It takes a few minutes to reach the pavilion. Once they do, the regal woman steps up to them, a soft smile on her face. She’s young, probably a few years younger than Anakin. Her gown is gold and red, and she has a gold crown nestled in her blonde hair. Her lips are painted gold as well, and there are gold tattoos curling around her eyes. Anakin recognizes her from the holos Padmé showed him when they researched Stewjon.

“Welcome,” the queen says, her brown eyes warm. “It’s an honor to have you visit our planet, Empress Amidala, Knight Skywalker.” She looks at Obi-Wan and her smile widens. “Knight Kenobi, we’re so glad you’ve come home.”

“We’re grateful for your hospitality,” Padmé says when it becomes clear that Obi-Wan isn’t going to reply. “I apologize for myself and Knights Skywalker and Kenobi. It’s been a long journey.”

“Of course,” the queen replies. “I’ll have an attendant bring you to your rooms. I would only ask that you meet two people first.” She gestures, and the older couple steps forward. Anakin immediately recognizes them, even though he’s never seen them before. The family resemblance is obvious.

“These are Shel-Aja and Jan-Char Kenobi,” the queen says. “Knight Kenobi, these are your parents.”

Anakin can feel Obi-Wan’s flicker of panic through their bond. He clearly hadn’t expected to be faced with his parents this early. None of the panic shows on Obi-Wan’s face, but Anakin knows him well enough to read it in the stiffness of his bow.

“Obi-Wan,” Shel-Aja says, her voice reverent. “You’ve finally come home to us.”

“I’m honored to meet you,” Obi-Wan says. His voice is too much like a politician, like the Negotiator, and not enough like a son meeting his parents for the first time. Anakin shoots Padmé a quick look, hoping for damage control.

“We’re so happy to meet you,” Padmé says warmly. “We’ve all been so excited to come. We hope to spend a lot of time with you after we rest.”

“We apologize that our third couldn’t be here,” Jan-Char says. “But someone had to watch the shop, and we didn’t meet Kyr-La until after you were born, so she insisted that we go without her.”

“Your third?” Anakin asks.

“On Stewjon, relationships traditionally take the form of a triad,” the queen says. “I have two wives, and Kyr-La is Jan-Char and Shel-Aja’s partner.” She smiles. “Many were pleased when you announced your partners, Knight Kenobi. Family is very important on Stewjon.”

“Family is very important,” Shel-Aja repeats, smiling at Obi-Wan, who offers her a too-bland smile in return.

Padmé and the queen share a quick look. “I’ll have someone lead you to your rooms,” the queen says. She snaps and a servant comes up quickly. “I hope you’ll enjoy your time on Stewjon.”

“I’m sure we will,” Anakin replies with a smile.

Obi-Wan bows again, and Anakin follows suit. Padmé inclines her head at the queen, who inclines her head back. For a moment, Anakin thinks Shel-Aja is going to try to give Obi-Wan a hug, but thankfully, she refrains. Instead, the servant is able to lead them away in peace.

Their rooms, which are in the guest wing of the queen’s palace, are expansive and elegant. They consist of a sitting room, a bedroom, and a small room that is either an office or a dressing room. “This is nice,” Anakin says, looking around. “Stewjon seems pretty nice, doesn’t it?”

“It is nice,” Padmé agrees. “And the queen is lovely.”

Obi-Wan is conspicuously silent. “What do you think, Obi-Wan?” Anakin finally asks.

“I need to meditate,” Obi-Wan says. Before Anakin or Padmé can say anything, he disappears into the office/dressing room and closes the door behind him.

Anakin and Padmé share a look. “That could have gone better,” Anakin finally says.

“Do you understand why he’s so upset?” Padmé asks. “Are all of the Jedi like this?”

“None of the other Masters have been able to visit their families,” Anakin replies. “But Obi-Wan’s never been back to Stewjon. Plo has been to Dorin, and Luminara has been to Mirial. Maybe that makes it easier for them.”

“It could also just be that he’s Obi-Wan,” Padmé says dryly.

“Could be,” Anakin agrees.

Padmé looks at the closed door. “Do you think he’ll be okay?”

“I think he will be,” Anakin says, but he’s shooting glances at the door too.

They rest until dinner, which is a strained affair. Obi-Wan is charming, but in the way he is with strangers or political opponents he’s trying to win over, not in the way a son should be with his parents. Shel-Aja, Jan-Char, and their third Kyr-La all want to speak with Obi-Wan, of course, but Anakin and Padmé try their best to steer him towards the queen and her wives instead, as subtly as they can. Obi-Wan, for his part, seems more comfortable with them as well. Talking with planetary leaders is, somewhat ironically, more natural to him than talking with parents, especially his own.

After dinner, they all retreat into the queen’s sitting room. Anakin finds himself embroiled in a conversation with the two queens consort. The queen is talking with Padmé, and Obi-Wan finds himself faced with his parents.

Clearly, Anakin thinks to himself, this was by design.

Calm down, he sends to Obi-Wan through their bond, feeling his tension. They just want to get to know you. They’re happy to meet you.

I know, Obi-Wan sends back, but his tension doesn’t decrease. Even while caught in his own conversation, Anakin can tell that the atmosphere between Obi-Wan and his parents is strained. Anakin can only half focus on what the queens consort are saying to him, which thankfully seems to amuse them rather than irritate them, and he can see that Padmé seems distracted as well.

By the time it’s finally deemed late enough that they all disperse for bed, Obi-Wan is incredibly tense, which is bleeding over through their bond and making Anakin tense, which is bleeding over into the air around them and making Padmé tense. For a moment, Anakin wonders if perhaps they should have taken Obi-Wan’s advice and not made this trip, but then he remembers how thrilled Shel-Aja and Jan-Char were when they saw Obi-Wan for the first time, and he can’t really bring himself to regret it. He knows how much it would mean to him to see Luke and Leia again, if they were ever separated like this. He already misses Luke and Leia, who are staying on Alderaan with the Organas, and it’s only been a day.

“Your parents seem lovely, Obi-Wan,” Padmé says, apparently giving up on subtlety.

“I suppose,” Obi-Wan replies mildly.

“What did they want to talk about?”

Obi-Wan’s gaze skitters sideways. “They want to take me to their family house. Apparently, it’s where I was born and where I lived for the first six months of my life.”

“That sounds lovely,” Padmé says. “Maybe you could go with them tomorrow. Anakin and I have to meet with the queen, but you could go.”

“We do?” Anakin asks.

Padmé shoots him a glare when Obi-Wan isn’t looking, but her expression smoothes out quickly. “I forgot to tell you. The queen asked to see us while she and I were talking in the sitting room. Apparently, her wives like you quite a bit.” Padmé smiles at Obi-Wan. “She likes you too, but she knew that your parents would want to spend time with you.”

“I could go with you,” Obi-Wan says. “Shel-Aja and Jan-Char didn’t specifically ask me to go with them tomorrow.”

“We only have a week of time off,” Padmé says. “Getting here takes almost a full day, so we really only have five more until we need to head back to Coruscant. I’m sure your parents will want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

Obi-Wan’s lips thin a little, but he doesn’t protest. “In that case, I should get some rest. I understand that people traditionally rise with the sun on Stewjon.”

“We should all get some rest,” Padmé says. “The bed is more than big enough for three.”

Obi-Wan is mostly silent as they all get ready for bed. By silent agreement, Anakin and Padmé settle at his sides when they climb in, giving him the middle space. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to protest, but Padmé rests her head on his chest and whatever words he intended to say are silenced. Anakin nestles against his side, one arm draped over Obi-Wan’s stomach. It takes a while, but finally, the tension leaks out of Obi-Wan’s body. He isn’t quite asleep, but he’s close.

Anakin accepts the victory and falls asleep.

Obi-Wan gets somewhat more relaxed the longer they stay on Stewjon, but he never fully loses the tension in his shoulders. Anakin and Padmé push him to spend time with his parents as much as possible, sometimes with one or both of them there but often alone. As a result, they end up spending a lot of time with the queen and her consorts, all of whom turn out to be completely charming. Anakin finds out that one of the consorts is pregnant by the other, who’s transgender. All three women are very excited about the prospect of a baby. They’re also all willing to teach the tourists all about Stewjoni traditions, so Anakin ends up learning more than he expected. They even teach him a bit of the native language of Stewjon, although most of their conversations are spoken in Galactic Basic.

Anakin also gets to spend time with Obi-Wan’s parents, although he actually ends up spending more time with Kyr-La. She normally tends to hang back a bit while Shel-Aja and Jan-Char are spending time with Obi-Wan, as do Anakin and Padmé, so the three of them end up spending time together. She’s a lovely woman, and very maternal even though she doesn’t have any children. After Obi-Wan went to Coruscant to become a Jedi, his parents never had another child. Anakin wonders if that’s part of the reason why they seem almost fixated on Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, for his part, is still too stiff around his parents, but at least he’s not avoiding them anymore.

The visit passes quickly, and before they know it, the last day comes and Anakin, Padmé, and Obi-Wan attend their farewell dinner in the queen’s banquet hall. It’s a huge, sumptuous meal, augmented by good conversation. Anakin has to admit, he’s a bit sorry to bid farewell to Stewjon, even though he misses Luke and Leia almost more than he can bear.

“We’ll be sorry to see you leave,” the queen says as the final course is taken away. “We hope you come visit again soon.”

“We’re sorry to go,” Padmé says. “We’ll come back as soon as we make time.”

“Of course, you’ll want to see Obi-Wan as soon as possible,” Shel-Aja says amicably.

Padmé blinks, looking a little thrown. She shares a quick look with Anakin, then Obi-Wan. “Do you mean you’ll want to see Obi-Wan?” she asks slowly.

Jan-Char laughs. “We won’t have to worry about that! He’ll be right here with us!”

Padmé’s eyes widen a little. She shoots a look at Obi-Wan, but he looks as confused as she does. “I think there’s some sort of misunderstanding here.”

“Obi-Wan is staying, isn’t he?” Shel-Aja asks, beginning to look a bit confused herself. “We were told he was returning.”

“For a visit,” Padmé says. “He’s not…”

“I’m going back to Coruscant with Anakin and Padmé,” Obi-Wan says. “This has always been the plan.”

“But you said you were returning,” Shel-Aja repeats.

Suddenly, Anakin thinks he understands. “Does that mean something else in your language?”

The queen seems to understand at the same time as Anakin does. “In our language, if we say someone is returning, it is permanent. Does it not mean that for you?”

Padmé’s mouth drops into a little O. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry. For us, it just means coming back to a place we’ve been, but it doesn’t mean permanently. It can, but we didn’t-”

“You’re leaving us,” Shel-Aja says, staring at Obi-Wan in horror. “You’re going away again.”

“I have a life on Coruscant,” Obi-Wan says. “I have partners, we have children-”

“You have parents here!” Shel-Aja cries. She jumps to her feet. Anakin can see the tears in her eyes. “How can you leave us?”

“Shel-Aja-” Jan-Char tries, but Shel-Aja ignores him, dashes at the tears on her cheeks, and flees the room.

“I apologize for my wife,” Jan-Char says, quickly standing. Kyr-La is standing as well. “We’ll go-”

“Let me go,” Obi-Wan says.

The entire table seems to freeze. Are you sure? Anakin asks him mentally, and in response, Obi-Wan lets Anakin feel his resolve. He’s clearly still a little uncomfortable, but he’s determined to do this himself.

No one says anything. Obi-Wan takes that as agreement. “If I may?” he asks the queen, standing and offering her a bow.

“Go,” she allows, and Obi-Wan leaves after his mother.

The dinner is finished, and the atmosphere in the dining room is tense, so everyone removes to the sitting room. It’s not really any less tense in there, but one of the queen’s consorts strikes up a conversation that ends up involving the whole room. It’s nothing serious, but it’s just enough to be distracting.

Obi-Wan and Shel-Aja don’t return for almost an hour. Shel-Aja has the clear signs of tear tracks on her face, and Obi-Wan doesn’t look particularly comfortable, but something about them makes Anakin think their conversation went well. He offers them a smile, and Obi-Wan just barely returns it.

Shel-Aja goes to Jan-Char and Kyr-La, dismissing their questions and offering only small nods. Obi-Wan sits between Anakin and Padmé. Both of them know that he’s not going to want to talk about it until they reach the privacy of their room, so neither of them bother to try.

“Well,” the queen says after a moment. “It’s been a long day for all of us, I’m sure, and tomorrow has an early start, so I think it’s time for all of us to turn in for the night.”

“That’s a good idea,” Padmé agrees. She stands and drops into a light curtsey. Anakin and Obi-Wan follow her example and stand, bowing. “Goodnight, everyone.”

The walk back to their room is silent, but the second the door is closed, Padmé pulls Obi-Wan into a tight embrace. “Are you alright?” she asks.

“I’m fine,” Obi-Wan replies, but he’s holding Padmé as tightly as she’s holding him. “I- Shel-Aja and I talked. She was expecting more of me than I was expecting to give.”

“But you’ve got things settled?” Padmé asks, finally taking a step back, although she doesn’t fully release Obi-Wan.

“I think I do,” Obi-Wan replies.

“We can always come back to visit,” Anakin says. “Maybe next time we can bring Luke and Leia.”

A slow smile curls across Obi-Wan’s face. “I think I would like that.”

The next morning, there are hugs all around as Anakin, Padmé, and Obi-Wan go to their ship to return home. Shel-Aja is especially clingy, but Obi-Wan seems to tolerate the hug more than he ever has before, even going so far as to hug Shel-Aja in return. Anakin would almost say he enjoys it.

Leaving is bittersweet, Anakin reflects as he looks out the window of the ship. Stewjon is receding in the sky, growing smaller and smaller as they fly away. Soon, they’ll make the jump to hyperspace and the planet will disappear from view. Anakin’s thrilled to be going back to Luke and Leia, but…

“Stewjon was lovely,” Padmé says. “I’m glad we came.”

“So am I,” Anakin agrees.

Both of them look at Obi-Wan, but he’s still watching the planet through the window. It’s not until they jump to hyperspace that he turns back to them. There’s a small smile on his face.

“I’m glad we came too.”

[winterskywrites]

In reinvented love, how does Anakin handle the rumors that Obi-Wan sired a child with Satine?

“He did what?”

“Anakin, please,” Padmé groans. “He’s asexual. I don’t think he had a child with Satine.”

“The HoloNet does!”

“The HoloNet thinks I’m sleeping with Bail.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Anakin, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but-”

“And even if Obi-Wan and Satine did have a child, they would have done it far before he started dating us. They first met when Obi-Wan was a Padawan. That’s before he even met us.”

“Yeah, but-”

“What is Anakin worrying about this time?” Obi-Wan asks, entering the room.

“You have a child!” Anakin blurts out.

Obi-Wan blinks. “We have two, Anakin, or have you lost count?”

“You have a child with Duchess Satine!”

Obi-Wan is looking at Anakin like he’s insane. “I’m fairly certain that’s impossible.”

“Anakin discovered the HoloNet rumors,” Padmé says. “Ignore him.”

“Oh, those rumors.” Obi-Wan’s ears go red. “Anakin, you know I’m asexual. I never had sex with Satine, and we most certainly never had a child together.”

Anakin looks from Obi-Wan to Padmé, then he deflates a little. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely certain.”

“Oh.”

Padmé’s smile has a distinct smugness to it. “Told you so.”

[darthrevaan]

Will we see more of the obikin mer AU? Pretty please?

(Sorry I totally forgot this was in my inbox)

Probably! I think I still have a few prompts left for it. If anyone has anything particular they’d like to see in this verse, drop me a line ;)