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Pleeeease I need more of Anakin hitting on obiwan, that snippet was already so good!
I meant to answer this but then I got distracted and LITERALLY forgot. I'm so sorry.
Anyway, here you go!! Your wish is my command!
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Anakin stares at the phone in his hands. Had that last text been too forward? Maybe he should send a “jk” or a “lol” to clear the air.
It's been two weeks of back and forth texting and Obi-Wan has refused or flat out ignored all of his attempts at meeting up. Anakin has decided not to let that deter him. He'll wear the man down soon he's sure of it. Screw the “lol” he should just send a dick pic.
“–kin? Anakin?”
He looks up. Ahsoka is waving a hand in front of his face.
“He's not gonna be of any help Ahsoka, he's texting that old dude again.”
Rex is of the opinion that something is wrong with him; some sort of early breakdown from the approaching finals week. Anakin has never been so offended in his life.
“He's not that old! Also he's gorgeous!”
“It's been weeks, Anakin! He's obviously not interested!”
“Yes he is! Look at the pic he just sent!!”
He shows them what Obi-Wan had sent that morning. He often went on walks and he'd sent Anakin a picture of the park he liked. It had a pond and ducks.
“Okay??”
“His thumb is in the picture! That's basically like a dick pic in Gen X language.”
Ahsoka looks past the picture down at what Anakin responded with.
that looks amazing daddy!! wanna rent a paddle boat and fuck me on the lake?
Obi-Wan had not responded to that. Probably because Anakin was insane and he'd realized what a horrible mistake he had made.
She groans. “Your flirting skills have actually devolved since dating Padme. I don't understand how you've gotten worse!”
“This is different!” Anakin cries, hugging the phone to his chest.
“Sure, Anakin. Sure.” Rex rolls his eyes.
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On the other side of the city in a dingy bar, Obi-Wan types out and deletes his ninth attempt at a response. It seems every time he tries to show Anakin how boring and uncool he was, it only spurned the young man on.
“Christ, you're still on that? Just fuck him and get it over with.”
Obi-Wan looks up at Quinlan. His friend had been done with this bullshit days ago.
“He clearly wants to get his rocks off and you need to get laid. It's a win-win.”
Obi-Wan frowns. His eyes stray past Quinlan’s shoulders.
“Oh shit.” Quinlan stiffens as the epiphany hits him. “Obi-Wan please don't tell me you actually like him?”
“He's…unorthodox I admit, but he's quite smart.”
“You do remember you showed me the text where he misspelled cologne right?”
Obi-Wan sighs. He remembers. It was just nice to be pursued in such an earnest way for once. The people he normally dated weren't so insistent for his attention. It made him feel wanted.
Still, Quinlan had a point. That way led to heartbreak. He was unconsciously getting his hopes up. Better to break it off now, or at least spend one night with Anakin before the boy disappeared off to find his next conquest.
“You're right,” he mutters. “I should just text him back and get it over with.”
“This is depressing,” Quinlan says. “Stop bringing down the mood in my bar!”
Obi-Wan cradles his phone as Quinlan walks away to go tend to another customer. He starts to type.
They don't have paddle boats. But I do own a picnic basket.
The reply comes back within seconds.
Y am I not surprised? Lol. I'll bring the wine if you bring the food 😉
Obi-Wans stomach turns. Here goes nothing.
Alright, it's a date.
Obi-Wan smiled. He was flattered, really, that a young man would hit on him so brazenly. But perhaps Anakin–as he so boldly introduced himself while simultaneously asking for his number –was a little drunk? He'd slurred the words slightly and it was rather dark in here. He probably couldn't see the gray in Obi-Wan's hair or the lines in his face.
“I'm 38.” Obi-Wan clarifies. There, Anakin would realize his mistake and slink back to his friends, off to find a new conquest.
“Oh, well then what's your email?”
Obi-Wan pauses. He tilts his head and squints. He lifts a brow in disbelief and just a tiny bit of begrudging respect. Anakin smirks back at him like he thinks he's got it in the bag. Obi-Wan mildly wonders if this was a bet.
“Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't possess a phone number.”
“Hey, either or is fine with me!” Anakin is still grinning.
Oh what was the harm? Anakin was never going to contact him anyway.
Obi-Wan holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Anakin happily does so. Obi-Wan punches it in and files it under “old man.” Just in case Ankin needed reminding. The younger man takes his phone back and winks.
“See you later, daddy.”
Despite everything, Obi-Wan feels his heart thump. Thank God Anakin wasn't actually going to text him. It would definitely be too much trouble.
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is that lovely regency obikin au on ao3? i would love a link to read (or have more of your thoughts if a wip) 🥺
It is not posted there because I consider it a drabble. I don't post drabbles on ao3. I'd have to write it out properly if i wanted to upload it. But I know it would take me waaaay too long to do so I decided to just put what I already had here. What you see is the finished outline so I don't have anymore thoughts unfortunately 😕 but I'm so glad you liked it!
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Regency + Bridgerton + ABO
When he was younger and more stupidly eager to fall in love, Obi-Wan eloped with a handsome older alpha. He thought they would marry. He had so many daydreams of their future. His favorite had been of the two of them lounging together in front of the fireplace while Obi-Wan held their pups in his arms.
His hopes were swiftly crushed when the reality of the situation bore itself. After about a week holed up in bed, the alpha abandoned him. Obi-Wan had called around and looked across the city. There was no trace of him.
He had been forced to come home; husbandless and mateless. He was ashamed at his own naivety. But at least he had been spared the awfulness of becoming pregnant. If nothing else, he did not have to bear the child of an alpha that did not want him.
He became a social pariah overnight; ostracized by friends and family. He was eventually sent to live with his uncle in the city. The rumors and whispers followed him but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been.
Now at 38 he has accepted he will never find love or a mate. He is content with his life. He had to be.
He has stopped dressing in the delicate fashions of an omega. He dresses like a beta, plain but respectable. He's also grown a beard. It is unusual for one such as him but he keeps it trim and neat. Plus it's good for business. He owns a tailor shop in town and he knows how lucky he is to have his own income and way of remaining independent. He's acquired a steady clientele and is quite happy with his work.
Obi-Wan has been invited to the spring opening ball. It helps that he is friends with Bail and Breha who are high society members. They were the first ones who gave his little shop a try thereby giving his business a jumpstart. Obi-Wan doesn't go out much these days. He stays inside and works on his suits and ties and, on occasion, omegan dresses. To be honest he'd rather stay home where it's comfortable but it would be nice to mingle and spread the word about his shop. He hopes to make waves in the community with his original designs. He's got a new line this season that he's quite proud of. So he accepts the invitation.
Enter Lord Skywalker. He is 22 and ready to enter society and find a wife. His father has recently died and left him with the estate. He is this season's most eligible bachelor. He's got a rakish sort of smile that's more fitted for a scoundrel. He's got his eye on the diamond of this season: Padme Amidala. She was lovely, well mannered, and not to mention well bred. She would make a fine wife.
Anakin roams the room, conversing and scoping out the omegas. He hears the local gossip about Obi-Wan Kenobi being here. Who? He turns and sees the man they were whispering about. Apparently he was involved in some sort of scandal and fled to the city when he was younger. Anakin blocks out the rest. He doesn't care for gossip. It served him no purpose, and besides, he was here for other things.
Across the room as Obi-Wan talks with Bail and Breha he notices the young Lord Skywalker. Goodness the alphas had gotten even more handsome since he'd last been to one of these balls. But that was long ago. He feels a pang of nostalgia for all the dances he used to do. No one had asked him for a dance in years. He'd probably fall over his own feet if he tried now.
Back on the floor, Anakin isn't the only one on the prowl. Lord Rush Clovis is also in pursuit of Padme Amidala. Both alphas keep trying to ask her to dance or to get her a drink or start a conversation about the latest books they've read. Anakin has about had it. He's never liked Clovis before and he certainly doesn't now.
The two alphas start posturing and sniping at each other. Trying to figure out how to one up the other.
Currently, Clovis has stolen Amidala away for a dance. Anakin stalks the room, watching them with frustration. He decides to mingle with others to cool his rising temper. He says hello to the hosts of the evening, Mr. And Mrs. Organa. He is formally introduced to their good friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, the local tailor. He kisses the back of Kenobi's hand, remembering his manners as the late Lady Shmi had taught him.
“I'm sure with hands as beautiful as yours you do fine craft work indeed, sir.”
Obi-Wan bursts out laughing. He immediately stops and apologizes. If he were young that line would have worked. But he sees it now for what It is: an alpha trying out new material to prop up his own ego with pithy flirtations.
“Forgive me my Lord. Yes, I take great pride in my work.”
Anakin is flabbergasted. Most omegas fell over themselves with his attentions! Even Padme had blushed and smiled sweetly, obviously flustered by his scent and good genes. One would think a weathered, old omega like Mr. Kenobi would be grateful for even a crumb of attention from such a virile alpha!
Anakin bows his head politely and swiftly ends the conversion. The dance had ended and he wanted to go find Amidala again. Perhaps he should say something funny and make her laugh.
Instead finds Lord Clovis. Clovis turns to Anakin with a sneer. “Listen pup, I've been friends with Padme for years! She's not going to choose you over me!”
“If she was going to choose you she'd have done it already!”
“Listen, we both wish to pursue her and obviously neither of us are willing to back down.”
Anakin snorts. He had that right.
“I propose a wager. We let each man have his chance every other week. No interruptions. No sabotaging. No backstabbing. You may call on her on your days, I call her on mine. Then we both propose at the end of the season. Whoever she chooses wins.”
Anakin shakes his hand. Deal.
The only problem? Anakin has never wooed anyone before. It's fine though. He'll just wing it. He's been reliably informed that he can be very charming, so he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag.
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He doesn't have this in the bag. He's fucked! He's messed this entire thing up!
Their first date had been horrendous. Anakin kept putting his foot in his mouth. At any point he would start to spout weird nonsense. (“Look! A bird! Is that a cardinal?” “That's a robin, My Lord.”)
(“I love warm weather! I love being warm! It's so nice to be warm don't you agree?”)
Not to mention Clovis was so much more up on the latest trends. Not to say that Anakin wasn't stylish, but it was hard to keep up with fluctuating fashion.
This train of thought leads him to remember meeting the local tailor, Kenobi. He enters the shop looking for a new suit. Kenobi is perfectly polite and helpful.
Obi-Wan gets out his measuring tape and starts to measure Lord Skywalker. He makes conversation as one does and asks for what occasion was the suit for? The Lord starts rambling on about wooing the Lady Amidala and how he needed to look his absolute best for her. Obi-Wan assures him he will look fantastic (though the Lord needed little help in that department). As he works Skywalker then switches gears and starts to rant about how he was contending with Lord Clovis for her affections and didn't Obi-Wan also find him daft? How did anyone put up with the man? He was so horrid and rude and overbearing and Obi-Wan lost count of the many, many complaints of Clovis’ character and face.
Obi-Wan smirks to himself. Looks like the young bucks were about to start fighting. Poor Miss Amidala caught in the middle. Then again maybe she found it entertaining. After all, he had thought so once upon a time as well.
He touches over Skywalker’s arms and legs, measuring each carefully. Skywalker was built very well. When he glances up he can see red dusting the man's cheeks. Oh my. The alpha seemed to be getting flustered.
“Have you been to many tailoring shops my lord?”
“Of course I have!” Skywalker snaps. Then he remembers himself. “Though never one owned by an omega I admit. It is a bit unusual.”
Obi-Wan brushes his hands over Skywalker’s chest as he measures across it. The Lord sucks in a breath. Obi-Wan couldn't stop smiling if he tried. It was probably just the mild indecency of the entire situation that had Skywalker reacting the way that he was. But Obi-Wan can't help but be flattered at the thought that he could fluster anyone at this point in his age. Especially an alpha like Lord Skywalker.
He finishes and has Skywalker step down.
“If I may be so bold, what are your plans on your next attempt at courting Miss Amidala?”
Skywalker tells him. It's all very standard and cliche. Nevertheless, he was clearly very earnest. Obi-Wan decides to give him some pointers. He's an omega after all and he knows what one would appreciate.
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Anakin returns frequently for more suits. He had to stay on top of Clovis and his game after all. Plus Amidala–or Padme now–seemed to like his outfits. She complimented all of them. Anakin should have to take her here some time and have Kenobi make her a new dress or a hat perhaps. He really did do superb work.
As the weeks pass Anakin continues to return and talk to Obi-Wan about how it was coming along. Sometimes he waxes poetry about Padme and how their future will be perfect, already thinking about the names of their children. Other times it'll be about Clovis and his stupid face and how he will die alone and penniless.
Obi-Wan indulges him. He keeps giving him advice as well on what to do and say to help win her heart.
One day, out of the blue, Skywalker rushes into his shop utterly distraught. The source of his distress? He reveals Amidala had touched his hand.
Obi-Wan is confused. This was a good thing right?
“I didn't know if I was supposed to kiss it or hold it or rub my fingers over her wrist?!”
Oh sweet merciful father. The realization staggers him. This alpha was a virgin.
Obi-Wan shakes off the initial shock. It was actually kind of sweet now that he thinks about it. Many alphas did not wait for marriage these days.
Taking pity, Obi-Wan takes his hand and shows him. “Here. Like this.”
He caresses his wrist like one would a mate, scenting it lightly.
Skywalker is blushing again. Goodness it made him so handsome!
“And…and sh-should I hold her for very long?” He stammers out.
Obi-Wan answers any and all questions he has. Skywalker was so earnest in learning. So eager to please the omega he had chosen.
Several minutes later Skywalker asks shyly, “Can you teach me more?”
Obi-Wan hesitates. It wasn’t done. But Skywalker clearly wanted to do this. Neither did he want to send the boy into the red light district. They'd ruin him there. And, buried deep, there was a secret kernel that delighted in the fact Skywalker thought to ask him first. Trusted him enough to guide him.
And so they set up special visits to Skywalker’s home. They were disguised to look like private tailor sessions but in reality Skywalker just wanted to learn more about how to touch another romantically. They start to talk and bond. They have lunch together and take strolls through the estate garden.
Then Skywalker asks for Obi-Wan to teach him how to kiss. Obi-Wan couldn't refuse if he wanted to.
They press against each other sweetly. Just a small nip.
“Open up a little.” He says. Skywalker obeys.
They kiss again.
Skywalker pulls back and scrunches his nose. “Your mouth is very wet.”
“Yes, that's generally what the state of mouths usually are,” Obi-Wan chuckles.
They kiss more. By the end of the session Skywalker gets frighteningly good at it. One would never be able to tell this was his first time. He starts to explore Obi-Wan's arms and chest, letting his hands wander.
They break away, both gasping for breath that doesn't seem to want to come.
“That's enough for today I think,” Obi-Wan breathes.
“Oh,” Skywalker says, clearly disappointed. “You're right. I need to prepare for tomorrow.”
That's right. He was calling upon Amidala tomorrow.
Obi-Wan's heart twists at the thought of Skywalker kissing someone else like that. But his lips were never meant for him. This was all just temporary. He'd known that when he first agreed to it. Still, the logic did nothing to soothe his aching heart.
“I wish you success Lord Skywalker.”
“Please, we've exchanged many kisses by now. I should think you can call me Anakin.”
Obi-Wan smiles. “Anakin.”
He thinks he may see Anakin shiver but it must be a trick of the light.
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Obi-Wan finds himself having a pleasant walk with Miss Kyze in the park. She was visiting family for the summer. They used to be playmates when they were small and he's missed her very much so.
Normally he would dress in the plain clothes of a beta. But he has forgone the long overcoat and cravat. Instead he thought he'd match Satine and wear something a little more suited for an omega. He currently sported a short, velvet jacket that was cropped around his middle. The tail of it flowed out and around him. Lace and frill adorned his trousers in a beautiful representation of spring. And of course to complete it, a top hat with his own style of ribbons and flowers.
Anakin happens upon them. He is currently walking with Amidala on his arm. He appears flustered and red in the face as if he's been running.
“Good day, my lord.”
“Good day,” Anakin replies hoarsely.
There is an awkward pause as Anakin just stares. He then jolts into action as he introduces Padme Amidala and Obi-Wan subsequently introduces Satine Kryze. Everyone bows politely.
Then Anakin blurts out, “Do you not have an alpha escorting you this day?”
Everyone looks at him.
“No, my Lord. But I assure you Miss Kyze and I are perfectly fine.”
Anakin purses his lips. Looking unsure. Obi-Wan knows it is only societal duty that has Anakin hesitating. For surely the man would not care otherwise and swiftly return to providing Amidala his attention?
“We could all walk together,” Anakin offers, not noticing Amidala’s raised brow.
Obi-Wan smiles. “That is very kind of you to offer. But I'm quite adept at walking at this point in my age.”
“Yes I–well I suppose…” Anakin trails off.
Obi-Wan means to press on, thinking the conversation done. But Anakin lingers, looking out of place and lost.
“Yes?” Obi-Wan asks. “Was there something else?”
Anakin mumbles and excuses himself. He pulls Amidala to him and they continue down the path.
“Obi-Wan, what have you done to that poor boy?” Satine asks him as soon as the two are out of earshot.
Obi-Wan looks back. “I've no idea.”
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The thing about Anakin was that he swiveled between bold and insecure in a single drop of a pin. One could never hope to keep up with him.
“Teach me how to fuck!” He demands.
Obi-Wan had not even sat down yet. He was barely ten steps into Skywalker's home. He assesses the other man, alpha pride radiating off of him, petulantly demanding attention. He frowns up at him. He doubted Anakin was trying to use his height on purpose but he still didn't like it.
Anakin crumbles, all confidence melting as Obi-Wan continues his silence.
“...please.”
Obi-Wan folds his arms. What had brought this on?
Kissing and scenting were one thing. But making love was another thing entirely. As much as he wanted to, Obi-Wan cannot say yes.
“You do realize you can hire services for this sort of thing?” Even though the very suggestion pains him, Obi-Wan pushes the words out anyway. “They can be very discreet.”
“No!” Anakin stops and clears his throat. Embarrassed at his outburst. “I mean, I want it to be you. I trust you, Obi-Wan. You're my friend.”
Obi-Wan sallows. “I shall have to think about it.”
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Obi-Wan is panicking. This has escalated into something he's no control of. The problem isn't that Anakin wants to have sex, the problem is that Obi-Wan is already halfway in love with him. It wouldn't be fair to take advantage in this way. Using the little Lord like this for his own selfish desires.
Anakin keeps pestering him about it day by day, needling away at his resolve. He asks when he comes into his shop for a new pair of gloves or coat. He asks him at home when they're talking or kissing. It happens every time they see each other. He can't take much more of this. Lord have mercy he's only a man.
It finally happens in a way neither of them really anticipate. Obi-Wan is currently taking measurements for an alpha in his shop. The alpha was making snide comments about his “shoddy” work and insulting his business. Obi-Wan tries to ignore it. He is not new to unruly customers. This one was just like all the rest. And so long as he paid he could be as rude as he liked.
But then Anakin enters and everything takes a turn. Normally the man would wait quietly by the wayside for Obi-Wan to finish attending to his current customer. But as the alpha continued to make offhand comments, Anakin bristled from his corner. It doesn’t take long for him to step in and defend Obi-Wan's honor. He tells, more demands, that the other alpha leave. The other man snarls, offended. Anakin growls back at them to leave before they come to regret it.
The other alpha takes in Anakin's form. He was taller and bigger. They huff and concede. “Fine, I didn't want to buy anything from a subpar omega anyway.”
Anakin locks the door behind the alpha, making sure they did not try to come back.
“You didn't have to do that,” Obi-Wan says. “I'm used to it.”
“You shouldn't be!” Anakin nearly shouts. “You're amazing! You deserve more than this!”
Obi-Wan frowns. “This is my life's work and I'm quite proud of it.”
Anakin winces. He was always putting his foot in his mouth. “I meant more than what they give you! More than what they say about you.”
Anakin takes Obi-Wan's hand and kisses his wrist. Tender and sweet, just the way he'd shown him several months ago. “You're the most incredible person I've ever met.”
He didn't say an incredible omega. He said incredible person.
Obi-Wan has a hard time meeting Anakin's gaze. He wasn't used to people praising him. His work certainly. But personally? No.
“Well I seem to recall an alpha telling me such beautiful hands must produce beautiful work.”
Anakin smiles. He's so dashing it hurts. He turns Obi-Wan's hand over and kisses his palm too. He nuzzles Obi-Wan, scenting him unconsciously
“I'll teach you.” It spills out of him. He can't take it back now.
Anakin's eyes widen in surprise. He grins in delight.
“You will?” He falls into Obi-Wan, hugging him close and eager to get started. Obi-Wan pulls back, resting a soft hand on Anakin's chest. “Darling please, I'm not so young anymore. Be gentle.”
“You're not that old.”
“Thank you for thinking so.”
He tries to convince this impossible alpha that he needed to close up shop so they could go back to his home where it's more comfortable and safe. But Anakin wants to do it now. He is practically vibrating with need. Obi-Wan should say no. He should. But the word gets stuck under his tongue. Obi-Wan wanted him just as badly. He was already getting wet. Perhaps it was better to do it here. If he had to wait for a carriage the smell of his arousal would only get worse. The driver and staff would all smell him. He'd be mortified.
Obi-Wan leads Anakin to the back where it's filled with choice fabrics and cotton. He sets about making a makeshift nest. Then he takes off his clothing one by one. He turns to see Anakin is just standing there rooted to the spot and blinking furiously.
“Take off your clothes, Anakin. Or shall I help you?”
Anakin audibly swallows. He starts to unbutton his jacket and undoes his cravat. Obi-Wan lies down in his nest, watching Anakin undress. The sight is a lovely one. Each section of golden skin is like a present. He commits it to memory. This is all he will ever be allowed to have and he will cherish it.
Obi-Wan pats the space beside him, urging Anakin to sit down. Anakin comes. He always comes to him. Despite his earlier eagerness he seems jittery, nervous.
“I want to be good for you,” Anakin admits softly, his confession sweetening the air.
It is the alpha that is supposed to teach their omega about sex. They're supposed to be the experienced party on such matters. But Anakin has no idea what he's doing with Obi-Wan. He just wants to make him feel good.
Just like with his kisses, Obi-Wan found Anakin’s innocence sweet. At times the alpha would act arrogant and pompous like any high society member should act; like he was owed the world. But once Obi-Wan peeled back the layers, he'd discovered it was all bravado. A boy trying to be a man.
It was adorable.
“Come here, dearest.”
Obi-Wan pulls him closer. He takes Anakin's hand and slowly guides it down to his entrance. His sex is glistening, heavy with gushing arousal.
“I'll show you what to do.”
Anakin presses a finger against his throbbing hole. “I don't wanna hurt you.”
“You won't.”
Obi-Wan remembers those days spent in that hotel room with what he thought would be his future husband. It had been nice. He had found and experienced pleasure there. And even though it was tainted by what happened after, the sex had not been bad. He'd had nothing to compare it to after all.
Anakin pushes in and every single memory of his first time is pushed out. Anakin grips him like he'll die without him. He kisses like he's on fire and Obi-Wan is water. He fucks him like he's the only one he'll ever want the rest of his life. Anakin consumes him, down to his last cell. Nothing will ever be better than this, than Anakin. He didn't know sex could be like this.
He strokes himself and comes. Anakin growls, thrusting wildly at the sight of Obi-Wan undone. He pops his knot in and it's like something inside his soul clicks. Anakin rolls his hips in little thrusts, riding his high.
They breathe heavily, locked together and spent. Anakin kisses Obi-Wan's face, his nose and cheeks and chin. He feels himself start to grow hard again while still inside the other man. Obi-Wan whines. Just hearing it makes Obi-Wan blush. He can't believe that sound came out of his body. He doesn't remember ever being this needy. But he needed Anakin.
Anakin starts moving again, rolling his hips despite the fact they were still knotted. Obi-Wan can feel his cock inside him harden and grow. He pants, whining again. Higher this time. The knot is pulsing, throbbing against his inner walls. He moans Anakin's name over and over again.
Anakin dips down and captures his lips, tasting his name upon them. Overwhelmed, Obi-Wan bites him. It's not enough to draw blood but Obi-Wan apologizes nonetheless. It was unbecoming to try and bite someone that was not one's intended mate.
“It's alright,” Anakin murmurs against his throat. “I kind of liked it. You should do it again.”
Obi-Wan does not do it again. Anakin tries not to be disappointed. Still, it was ridiculous how hot it had made Anakin to know he could make such a poised and proper man so wild with lust it made him forget himself. He wants to make Obi-Wan make that sound again. He wants to make him moan and shake until he can't stand it. He wants to…
Anakin spills over again, nestled deep within in. He wanted Obi-Wan to be full of his cum. Full of love. Full of Anakin.
-
They are woken in the morning by loud knocking and curious voices. Obi-Wan jolts up from the floor where he and Anakin were sprawled. Oh no: customers. He rubs his face and groans. They'd spent the whole night there.
“Anakin? Darling, wake up.”
He brushes the hair away from Anakin's sleeping face. Anakin stirs. He yawns and sits up.
“What is it?”
“We fell asleep. You have to go now.”
The smell of sex was everywhere. Not to mention one of the finished jackets that had been hanging up had been damaged. God, that must be the client at the door ready to pick it up. He'd told them it'd be ready today.
He couldn't just ignore them until they went away. He had to open the door. And once he did there would be no masking the scent or evidence of what has transpired. It would take days to air the shop out. Obi-Wan wouldn't be able to deny it.
Obi-Wan hurries, stress beginning to set in. He puts his clothes back on then throws Anakin his clothes and tells him to get dressed.
“Obi-Wan?”
“You have to leave! You can't be here!”
His shop and sales would surely take a hit. He should have known better. When would he stop falling into bed with alphas? When would he learn?
Anakin argues. If he was so worried then just stay closed? But Obi-Wan cannot do that. It's not that simple. This was his livelihood.
“It's alright Anakin. Just go.”
Anakin hesitates.
“If anyone finds you here it won't be good for your reputation.”
Anakin frowns. “I don't care.”
Obi-Wan nearly rolls his eyes. “You don't mean that. You have your whole life ahead of you! You have no idea what it means to be a social outcast!”
They stare at one another. The knocking is getting insistent. The voice sounds angry and impatient.
“Go Anakin.”
“But I…”
“I highly doubt Amidala will consider your hand in marriage if she hears you slept with your tailor.”
Anakin’s jaw shuts. Obi-Wan tries not to be hurt. He'd known he was just practice after all. He ushers Anakin to the back door and shoves him through. He closes the door and turns to face the consequences of his choices.
-
Obi-Wan had worked hard to separate himself from his boyhood mistakes. He'd toiled and studied and took insults with grace. And although his reputation would never be what it once was, the community finally accepted Kenobi the tailor. He had done it. He'd carved out a life for himself. But now it seems his reputation was dashed once again.
Rumors fly about how Kenobi was a promiscuous omega that lured alphas into his place of business. A whore. He probably had alphas pay him in sex instead of money because he was so lonely and desperate.
He'd known better than this. He'd known it could never end any other way. But Obi-Wan had lived his whole life without someone to share it with. And even if it was only for a few short moments, he's glad it got to share something with Anakin. And who knows? Maybe they'll invite him to the wedding.
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Several days later Anakin returns to the shop. It's been quiet recently. Not a lot of clients.
“I'm sorry it took me so long,” Anakin says. “But you were right, I had to think about my future and what I want.”
Obi-Wan's shoulders sag. This was it. They would end their friendship here and now.
However, to his horror and complete shock, Anakin tries to propose.
He starts spouting nonsense and whimsical poetry. “Your beauty has no compare! Your character of strength has gripped me beyond measure! I cannot think about anyone else but you! I love you, Obi-Wan. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”
Obi-Wan cannot bear it. He turns away. He was the boy's first sexual experience. Anakin is just confused.
“You're just confused.”
At first Anakin is taken back, asking Obi-Wan to elaborate, then the anger comes as he realizes he's being rejected. Obi-Wan remains steadfast in the face of Anakin’s vehement arguing.
“I'm not what you need, Anakin.”
He was still more of a boy than a man. Obi-Wan knew what it was like to fancy yourself in love. This was a simple infatuation that would pass.
“But I do love you!” Anakin says. “Why do you not believe me?”
Obi-Wan couldn't allow himself to be selfish. Amidala was beautiful and kind and would be a perfect match.
“Maybe you do, but even if that were true it doesn't change the fact I am but a humble tailor. I'm not a good match for you.”
“I don't care about that! I don't care about any of it!”
“What about children?”
Anakin stops. “What?”
“I'm past my prime, Anakin. I don't know if I can even have kids.”
Anakin has talked of pups before back when he waxed on about his future with Amidala. He wanted children. He would be an amazing father. He deserved that if nothing else.
“I don't care,” Anakin says again, though much more subdued. “I need you, Obi-Wan. My heart beats in your chest.”
Obi-Wan smiles sadly. Perhaps in this moment Anakin really didn't care about having children, but he would months or years down the road. And beyond his feelings on the matter he still needed an heir.
Obi-Wan had nothing to offer him. His social standing was in tatters, his business was dying, and he couldn't even provide the one thing all alphas needed from an omega. He was a terrible choice. He'd only bring Anakin down with him.
“No, my Lord.” He steps back, putting distance between them.
Anakin tries to move towards him, but Obi-Wan shakes his head. Anakin's arms hang loosely at his sides, limp and useless.
He was lovely when he cried, Obi-Wan thinks. Anakin's tears are fat and glistening. They roll down his cheeks. Anakin wipes them away angrily, pushing away his heartache.
He snaps at Obi-Wan, growing mean. He says hurtful things. Awful things.
“Perhaps if you weren't such a coward you wouldn't be so alone! No wonder no one ever wanted you!”
He storms off, slamming the door behind him. Obi-Wan swears if he looks down he'll see both their shattered hearts on the floor.
-
About a week later he learns of Amidala’s engagement. He tries to be happy for them, really puts in a valiant effort. But it was difficult.
The bell to his shop sounds. Obi-Wan looks up. He is surprised to find Miss Amidala. She smiles kindly at him. She is perfectly cordial and courteous.
She invites him to the wedding. Obi-Wan is nonplussed that she would do so personally.
“I would like you there please. Say you'll come?”
She did not say Anakin would like him there, in fact she does not mention him at all. Did Anakin send her? Did he even know she was here? Their friendship had been no secret. Perhaps she'd assumed they were in a tiff and decided to do them a favor.
Obi-Wan burns with the need to ask. But he stays his tongue. Regardless of her answer he knew he would go. Of course he would.
She buys a hat before leaving and gives him another undeserved smile. If she knew what had happened a mere fortnight prior she would not have asked. Perhaps she did not listen to local gossip. Or perhaps she put no stock in rumors. Either way, Obi-Wan would need to figure out what he was going to wear.
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The wedding is held in a beautiful church. Obi-Wan stays near the back, trying to blend into the wall. He'd debated dressing in his absolute best. But it wasn't like he was trying to show off, he wasn't here to win Anakin back.
He settles for something in between, a nice Sunday suit. Obi-Wan sits on the back pew waiting for the ceremony to get started. He'd seen Amidala earlier to drop off her last minute veil. He apologized for the late delivery (he'd dragged his feet admittedly) and she assured him it was fine. She'd given him almost no notice for it after all. She'd looked quite radiant in it, a perfect bride.
Someone sits down beside him. Obi-Wan turns. He almost thinks his mind is playing tricks on him for he swears he's staring at Anakin Skywalker.
Obi-Wan looks sharply up at the altar. There is no groom. Only the maid of honor, Sabe Naberrie. The music starts to play signaling to everyone it had begun. Obi-Wan looks back at Anakin. He's still there.
“What are you doing?!” He hisses. “You need to get back! Your wedding is about to–”
The chapel doors open. Everyone turns to look. Padme Amidala walks through. She smiles at Sabe across the aisle. Obi-Wan stares. And he stares. He watches Miss Amidala walk up to the altar to join Miss Naberrie who–he now realizes–is dressed in fine alpha attire.
Oh.
He'd…he had assumed that…he glances over at Anakin. The other man's brow is raised in question. Obi-Wan turns back to the front. Turns out it was rather hard to keep up with local news and gossip when one's shop was suffering a lack of clientele.
“Padme told me you were coming,” Anakin whispers.
“So you did send her then,” Obi-Wan whispers back.
“No, she's just smarter than me.”
Anakin watches the two women.
“She also said you looked like you were about to cry the whole time.”
Obi-Wan sighs. “Did you enjoy watching me flounder about like a fool?”
“Actually yes.”
Obi-Wan snorts. He can't begrudge him for that he supposed. He did break his heart after all.
“I'm sorry for what I said when I left. I did not mean those things.”
“All is forgiven, Anakin.”
“But they were awful–”
“Yes, they were. But the past is past. It does not matter anymore, my friend.”
They fall silent again. Amidala and Naberrie exchange vows. It was quite lovely actually.
Anakin turns to look at him. “What will it take for you to marry me?”
“Anakin, this is hardly the time!”
“I can make you happy, Obi-Wan. Please let me try.”
At the front of the church the priest pronounces them Alpha and Omega, married until death. The two kiss.
“Anakin please,” he can't do this again. Not again. He's not strong enough to reject this man twice. And yet he must.
Anakin may not have married Amidala, but that didn't mean he should marry him. Obi-Wan was still a poor choice. Nothing had changed about that.
“I can't give you what you need.”
He couldn't stand it if Anakin grew to resent his choices later in life. And he would. Obi-Wan knows it.
“You're all I need. Nothing else.”
The wedding couple walks back down the aisle together. People stand and clap as they pass.
Obi-Wan flees. Anakin was right. He was a coward.
He can hear Anakin call out for him but he ignores it. Maybe he'll get tired of chasing after him and leave him alone.
He's made it out of the church and is headed for the back to hide somewhere when something snatches his wrist. Anakin spins him around, forcing Obi-Wan to face him. They're both breathing hard, twin expressions of desperation.
Anakin grips him hard, lest Obi-Wan wiggle out of his grasp and disappear. He kneels down on one knee. Obi-Wan's heart flies into his throat. No, no, no! Anyone could walk this way and see them!
“Obi-Wan, l'll respect your wishes if you refuse. But please allow me this last try.”
Obi-Wan begins to tremble. They were out in the open, hearts and desire bare for all the world should anyone look. But Anakin is only looking at him. It's as if he is not aware of his surroundings. Only Obi-Wan exists for him in this moment.
“Marry me, Obi-Wan.” Anakin kisses his knuckles reverently, pleadingly. “Choose me, because I will always choose you.”
Obi-Wan is used to having his heart torn and shattered. He's used to people being careless and cruel. But this ache does not feel like he's breaking, it feels like the stitch of a needle.
“I'll never deny you. I'll always be there when you need me. Marry me, Obi-Wan.”
This may yet end in regret and anger and hurt. But maybe it won't. Obi-Wan would never know until he tried. Didn't he deserve to try?
Obi-Wan feels his lips move, his heartbeat is thunder in his ears. But he holds Anakin's gaze and he feels the world slow.
“...yes.”
#Their pairing is the talk of the entire town for months#Nothing can top it in the rumor mill#The wedding is a grand affair#Anakin spares no expanse#They dance for hours and hours#lost in each other#And yes#Obi-Wan does indeed get pregnant with the twins#regency au#obikin fic
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THIS TBB THEORY IS PROBABLY DEFINATELY WRONG BUT IM FUCKING SHAKING BRO JUST LISTEN
(BASICALLY I THINK I FIGURED OUT WHO REY'S PARENTS ARE)
Now we've all been wondering this whole time what makes Omega so special. They said it's because she's a "pure" clone but what does that even mean really??? How can she be pure when she is a girl not a boy? And if being a pure clone matters so much how come they were so desperate to capture her and yet NO ONE thought about capturing Boba Fett? You know, the original unmodified clone?? And, if this is truly why they need her, why was Nala Se so hellbent on hiding her blood samples from prying eyes? What possible secret could she be hiding about Omega's DNA when supposedly everyone already knows about her?
Because this bitch is LYING! I think Nala Se created something completely different when she created Omega. I think she spliced Jango Fett with crusty man Palpatine! That's why Omega's blood is so special! That's why her body doesn't reject midichlorian injections!
And--more importantly--I THINK SHE GROWS UP AND HAS A DAUGHTER AND THAT DAUGHTER IS REY AKA PALPATINES MOTHERF-ING GRANDDAUGHTER
I am of the mind that Dave Filoni does his best work when he's in damage control mode. And even if I'm deadass wrong I will hold onto this theory until my last breath
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Anakin doesn't know what to do about his former Master anymore. A few weeks prior, Obi-Wan had deliriously confessed his feelings on the brink of death. The problem is not that he doesn't remember. The problem is that Anakin has a wife.
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Might have to split this monster of a chapter up into two again for Burn the Stars. But I don't wanna!!! Unless yall good with a 15k chapter...
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Obi-Wan smiled. He was flattered, really, that a young man would hit on him so brazenly. But perhaps Anakin–as he so boldly introduced himself while simultaneously asking for his number –was a little drunk? He'd slurred the words slightly and it was rather dark in here. He probably couldn't see the gray in Obi-Wan's hair or the lines in his face.
“I'm 38.” Obi-Wan clarifies. There, Anakin would realize his mistake and slink back to his friends, off to find a new conquest.
“Oh, well then what's your email?”
Obi-Wan pauses. He tilts his head and squints. He lifts a brow in disbelief and just a tiny bit of begrudging respect. Anakin smirks back at him like he thinks he's got it in the bag. Obi-Wan mildly wonders if this was a bet.
“Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't possess a phone number.”
“Hey, either or is fine with me!” Anakin is still grinning.
Oh what was the harm? Anakin was never going to contact him anyway.
Obi-Wan holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Anakin happily does so. Obi-Wan punches it in and files it under “old man.” Just in case Ankin needed reminding. The younger man takes his phone back and winks.
“See you later, daddy.”
Despite everything, Obi-Wan feels his heart thump. Thank God Anakin wasn't actually going to text him. It would definitely be too much trouble.
#omg!!!#honey you can write WHATEVER you want!#aint no rules against posting fic on someone elses post#obikin
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Obi-Wan smiled. He was flattered, really, that a young man would hit on him so brazenly. But perhaps Anakin–as he so boldly introduced himself while simultaneously asking for his number –was a little drunk? He'd slurred the words slightly and it was rather dark in here. He probably couldn't see the gray in Obi-Wan's hair or the lines in his face.
“I'm 38.” Obi-Wan clarifies. There, Anakin would realize his mistake and slink back to his friends, off to find a new conquest.
“Oh, well then what's your email?”
Obi-Wan pauses. He tilts his head and squints. He lifts a brow in disbelief and just a tiny bit of begrudging respect. Anakin smirks back at him like he thinks he's got it in the bag. Obi-Wan mildly wonders if this was a bet.
“Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't possess a phone number.”
“Hey, either or is fine with me!” Anakin is still grinning.
Oh what was the harm? Anakin was never going to contact him anyway.
Obi-Wan holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Anakin happily does so. Obi-Wan punches it in and files it under “old man.” Just in case Ankin needed reminding. The younger man takes his phone back and winks.
“See you later, daddy.”
Despite everything, Obi-Wan feels his heart thump. Thank God Anakin wasn't actually going to text him. It would definitely be too much trouble.
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Idk if anyone has seen The Painted Veil. But picture this: it's the 1920s and Obi-Wan is an alpha doctor who studies diseases. While in London he comes across socialite omega Anakin at a party. He is instantly smitten. Love at first sight. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for Anakin.
Obi-Wan calls upon him at his house. He surprises Anakin with a proposal.
“I know we don't really know each other, but I confess I'm quite taken with you. If you would do me the honor of your hand I promise to care and love you the rest of your days.”
Anakin is torn. He doesn't know this person but he is getting older and he's worried. He doesn't want to end up an old spinster. More than that he doesn't want to be a burden on his mother. He agrees on the spot. Obi-Wan is shocked but delighted.
They marry. Fast forward a few months later. They're at a horse track. Anakin has been so bored lately, cooped up in the house with nothing to do. At least as a single omega he got to go out with his mother and friends. But now he's married so he's expected to attend events with his husband. But Obi-Wan is always buried in his work.
Anakin wanders off to get another drink. He meets the handsome Rush Clovis. He was young and virile, not like Obi-Wan who was much more reserved.
“What's your favorite part about a horse?” Anakin asks, a bit too flirtatious perhaps but it's not like anyone was watching.
“Hmm, most people would probably say the coat. But I appreciate the flank.” Rush eyes Anakin up and down with a sly grin.
They exchange a few more quips about horses and racing and the power behind such an amazing beast. Rush comments that he actually owned one of the horses. One thing leads to another and Rush takes Anakin down to the stables to see the horses. They fuck in one of the empty stables.
For a moment Anakin finally feels appreciated. Wanted. Obi-Wan never made passes at him. He didn't hungrily look at him the way Rush did. Obi-Wan was very respectable. Too respectable. He'd hadn't even bitten him. He'd told Anakin on their wedding night that he would not bite him until, or if, he was ready.
Anakin groans loudly. Obi-Wan would never debase himself like this. He wasn't fun. He didn't even touch him. Obi-Wan may be nice but he isn't very passionate. He went out of his way to give Anakin privacy. He'd accidentally walked in on Anakin changing once. He'd simply averted his eyes and walked back out. He didn't even get a boner.
For a minute it's just Anakin and Rush and the slap of flesh. Then there is a small gasp behind them.
Anakin snaps up to see Obi-Wan standing there in wide eyed shock. Rush pulls out and they scramble to get their clothes on. Once dressed, Obi-Wan grabs his arm and yanks him away.
“We're leaving," Obi-Wan announces. His voice is cold. So very cold. Anakin has never heard it like that before.
The next few hours are excruciating. Once home Obi-Wan lectures him in a stiff and furious tone.
“I was well aware that you didn't marry me for love! But had at least hoped you could learn to! I see now I was wrong. You are a selfish, vain thing!”
Anakin hangs his head. Ashamed. He didn't mean to hurt the man. He just wanted some fun. He was bored in this house all day. Feeling stuck and stagnant. He needed more than this.
“Please don't throw me out.”
He can't go back to his mother like this. He's nowhere else to go. And he knows what happens to omegas on the streets.
In the end, Obi-Wan doesn't throw him out. Instead he gives him an ultimatum. Either divorce on the grounds of adultery (a public humiliation where he will be ostracized) or come with him to a remote village in New Zealand where he has volunteered to treat victims of a cholera outbreak. Anakin chooses the later.
The journey is long and arduous. Anakin hates it. He hates everything about it. It's hot and sweaty and there's bugs everywhere. Obi-Wan is not helpful. He doesn't offer to carry his bags or fan his face or even play a simple guessing game to pass the time.
They finally arrive. It's a tiny village. Anakin meets all sorts of new people. Rex and Cody and Wolffe etc. He grows close to a girl, Ahsoka. The longer they stay the more Anakin finds he likes these people. He starts to learn their songs and way of life. He watches Obi-Wan help them. How gentle and kind he was.
Anakin realizes that stability is better than passion. That Obi-Wan is dependable and trustworthy. He'd thrown his one chance at love away for a meaningless fling. He's ruined everything.
Anakin asks Rex if there's any jobs he can do. He's a bit bored as there's nothing much for him to occupy his time. Rex points him to the nursery where they take care of their little ones. Anakin starts spending time there. He bonds with the children and babies. Unbeknownst to him Obi-Wan observes him.
One night, several weeks after arriving, Anakin is changing in his room. A creaky floorboard alerts him to an intruder. Anakin startles and looks up. His doorway is cracked open. Obi-Wan is watching. Anakin's heart flies to his throat. Obi-Wan stands there. He does not look away. Anakin slowly turns to fully face him. He lets his robe fall completely away, revealing tan skin.
Obi-Wan's look is burning. How had Anakin ever thought this man had no passion? He is made of it.
Obi-Wan pushes into the room and grabs him. Anakin goes limp. They back up and fall onto the bed. Anakin spreads his legs, letting Obi-Wan do what he wanted. They kiss hungrily. Anakin bucks up against him, rolling his hips. He's already wet from a single touch. From just one kiss.
Obi-Wan slides in without any resistance. They both moan.
Anamin bares his neck. “Make me yours.” He whines desperately. “Please.”
Obi-Wan sinks his teeth in. Anakin closes his eyes and holds on for dear life.
#the painted veil#obikin#up to you if it ends like the movie#but personally I like to think they both return to London#Anakin comes across Rush while out shopping#Rush tries to proposition him#Anakin tells him to fuck off#he cannot believe he ever thought this slimy bastard was attractive
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Me writing Eli before having ever read Thrawn: Baby. Baby boy.
Also me: you know nothing about him??
Me: Precious thing. Baby.
Also me: you saw ONE fanart of him. One. He could be a murder child.
Me: He is baby. I love him
#I have since read the books and I stand by my original assessment#eli vanto#thrawn books#half baked vader
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Me writing Thrawn: is he bitchy enough here? Is he being enough of an autistic asshole? Should I up the cunty levels more?
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BRAIN ROT TIME
Anakin keeps trying to seduce Obi-Wan (Santa Claus) every year. He met him as a kid and never forgot it. So now Anakin will wait up for him after putting the twins to bed.
Sure it might be weird to some people to try and bag a magical old man who lives with a bunch of elves in the North Pole, but those people have obviously never seen Obi-Wan. His hair may be white, and he may be a bit chubby, but his eyes are a pure crystal blue and Anakin just wants to drown in them.
This year he decides to just start jacking it on the couch facing the fireplace. Obi-Wan is treated to the scene of Anakin's cock on display when he arrives down the chimney right on schedule.
Obi-Wan straightens from his crouch and lifts a brow. “Really Anakin?”
“Obi-Wan…” Anakin moans. He spreads his legs further.
“Only good boys get gifts,” Obi-Wan replies, ignoring him in favor of putting the presents under the tree. “And you've been very naughty haven't you?”
Anakin pants and bites his lip. God the things he wanted to do to this man…
“Please,” he groans.
Obi-Wan finishes with the tree and moves to put candy in the stockings over the fireplace.
“Obi-Wan–”
Obi-Wan turns to look at him. He looks at the mess of Anakin. At the drool on the corner of his mouth, at the stains on his pants, and the heat in his cheeks.
“Can you be good for me, darling?”
Anakin shivers. “Yes.”
Obi-Wan smirks and finally approaches him. He stops in front of him at his knees, brushing against them. “Then I suppose we'll have to be fast. I have a lot of other houses to deliver to tonight.”
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"Well I'm a variant actually.”
“Variant?” Stephen asks.
“Sorry, what I mean is this isn't my original universe.”
Stephen raises a brow. Beside him, Wong hums.
“It was destroyed so I can't go back to it. So I figured the sacred timeline was as good a place as any to start over.”
“Sacred timeline?” Wong steps forward. “What makes it so sacred?”
Mobius scratches his mustache. “You know I'm not sure. It was the one that was picked to be the One Timeline when all the others were destroyed.”
“Back up,” Stephen says holding up a hand. “What do you mean the only one? There's countless universes.”
“Well yes, but there didn't use to be. Your universe was the only one for a long time.”
Stephen frowns. “The multiverse has always existed since the beginning of time.”
“The place I come from, the TVA, has no time. It exists outside of it. When the loom broke and freed the other universes, it happened both recently and at the beginning of time. Therefore there has always been only one timeline, and there has always been infinite ones.”
Stephen and Wong glance at each other then back to Mobius.
“I'll make tea,” Wong says gruffly.
There's a man on the steps of his sanctum. He's been knocking for a while now and doesn't seem to be leaving. Stephen Strange frowns. He senses no extraordinary energy from this man. His clothes are plain and simple. The man is the exact sort of unassuming person you would expect to be a trap of some sort.
“Doctor Strange!” The rapping comes again. There was an underlying sort of pleading, just west of desperation. This, if nothing else, made sense. One did not come to the Sanctum Sanctorum without cause.
It is about thirty minutes after the man arrives that Stephen finally decides to let him in. Hopefully he didn't do too much damage. He opens the door and steps aside, inviting him in. The man does not look around in awe or wonder the way any other person would when visiting the sanctum for the first time. Instead the man locks eyes with Strange and holds his gaze.
“My name is Mobius,” the man begins. “Thank you for seeing me. I know you're a busy–”
“Why are you here?” For half an hour Stephen had tried and failed to sense anything about the man. For all intents and purposes Mobius appeared normal both inside and out. Yet still something whispers in the air around him.
"I want to get to the end of time."
He says it so seriously that Stephen gives a little laugh. “Can't help you I'm afraid.”
But Mobius shakes his head. “It's important. I need to talk to the God of Stories!”
It's this that stops him in his tracks. “The God of Stories?” The one who held the universe together? It was an old folk tale. A nursery rhyme. It wasn't real. Neither was the end of time for that matter.
Mobius must see the doubt on his face for he continues. “He's real and I'm going to find him.”
It's the sheer determination in his gaze that makes Stephen pause. It was the same sort of determination he'd shown the Ancient One when he demanded she teach him how to use magic. He gives Mobius one last once over. The man had resolve he gave him that, but he was clearly also delusional. Ever since the world discovered aliens and magic were real they'd started to believe anything. Conspiracy theories had gotten more crazy with every year.
“As I said before, I can't help you. I don't have time to chase down fairy tales.”
Mobius frowns, his stare burning in disappointment. “You're the Sorcerer Supreme. I should think you'd give a little more credence to fairy tales.”
Stephen clicks his tongue. “Be that as it may, you should probably run along now.”
He's entertained Mobius as long as he could. But he had an academy to look after; real people with real problems.
Mobius gestures to his necklace where the Time Stone used to sit aside the Eye of Agamotto. "Why do you think it's green? Or was, I mean. The Time Stone?"
Stephen raises a brow. What an odd question. "Sometimes magicks take on a certain color. There isn't really a reason why. It just is.”
Mobius smiles gently, like Stephen is the one who doesn't understand anything. "The flow of time is why there is life. Without it we cannot exist. The branches of Yggdrasil are always producing more as the universe multiplies and expands. Time is life. Therefore it is green."
Stephen is silent a moment. It's a pretty sentimentality. But a sentimentality nonetheless.
“It's alright. I won't bother you anymore, Doctor.” Mobius opens the door and steps out. “Thank you for your time.”
Stephen watches him climb down the front steps. He stands by the doorway, lingering. He's not quite sure what makes him pause. Mobius certainly wasn't the strangest character he's ever met. New York was full of odd people.
He's about to close the door when he hears a loud screeching. Stephen looks back quickly. Mobius has stepped off the curb and is standing in front of a car headed right for him. Stephen opens his mouth to call out but its too late. Mobius moves, bracing for impact. He closes his eyes and covers his face.
That's when Stephen sees it. A light flares up and surrounds him, wrapping Mobius up in a protective green layer. The car stops in its tracks as it crashes into the light.
After a moment, Mobius uncovers his head, realizing the danger had passed. He looks up and sees the dented car. He blinks in bewilderment. He then looks down at his undamaged body. He tests his chest and legs as if to make sure he was alright. Then he scratches his head.
“Mobius!” Stephen appears beside him. Mobius jumps back. “How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“That magic!”
“What magic?”
He truly had no idea did he? Stephen grabs Mobius by the arm and ushers him back inside. The car driver and bystanders all stare after them.
“Whoah hey! Easy!”
Stephen closes the door and whirls around to face Mobius. Without a word he throws up his hands and conjures an energy blast. Shocked, Mobius flinches back. Stephen unleashes the attack. It races towards Mobius as the man once again braces himself. And once again, just as it had before, the green light appears.
This time it lingered. Long enough for Mobius to open his eyes and catch sight of it. Mobius stares in disbelief. He reaches out as if to touch it, but it dispels before he can.
Stephen studies the green light as it swirls around and disappears. Mobius wasn't the one controlling it and yet it leapt to his aid.
“It's a protection spell.” Stephen explains softly. That in of itself was curious enough. But what gives him caution is the signature of the magic itself. Stephen recognized that magic. He had seen it before.
Loki.
Mobius waves his hand in the air as if to summon it back. But the air remains stale. Of what significance was this man that Loki Laufeyson had cast such powerful spell?
Stephen eyes Mobius again. He had missed something. “Who are you?” He asks again.
Mobius turns to look at him. He offers a shrug. “Just a guy trying to find his friend.”
“And your friend, does he happen to be the Norse God of Mischief Loki?”
Mobius smiles, his eyes sparkle with mischief of their own. “The very one.”
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There's a man on the steps of his sanctum. He's been knocking for a while now and doesn't seem to be leaving. Stephen Strange frowns. He senses no extraordinary energy from this man. His clothes are plain and simple. The man is the exact sort of unassuming person you would expect to be a trap of some sort.
“Doctor Strange!” The rapping comes again. There was an underlying sort of pleading, just west of desperation. This, if nothing else, made sense. One did not come to the Sanctum Sanctorum without cause.
It is about thirty minutes after the man arrives that Stephen finally decides to let him in. Hopefully he didn't do too much damage. He opens the door and steps aside, inviting him in. The man does not look around in awe or wonder the way any other person would when visiting the sanctum for the first time. Instead the man locks eyes with Strange and holds his gaze.
“My name is Mobius,” the man begins. “Thank you for seeing me. I know you're a busy–”
“Why are you here?” For half an hour Stephen had tried and failed to sense anything about the man. For all intents and purposes Mobius appeared normal both inside and out. Yet still something whispers in the air around him.
"I want to get to the end of time."
He says it so seriously that Stephen gives a little laugh. “Can't help you I'm afraid.”
But Mobius shakes his head. “It's important. I need to talk to the God of Stories!”
It's this that stops him in his tracks. “The God of Stories?” The one who held the universe together? It was an old folk tale. A nursery rhyme. It wasn't real. Neither was the end of time for that matter.
Mobius must see the doubt on his face for he continues. “He's real and I'm going to find him.”
It's the sheer determination in his gaze that makes Stephen pause. It was the same sort of determination he'd shown the Ancient One when he demanded she teach him how to use magic. He gives Mobius one last once over. The man had resolve he gave him that, but he was clearly also delusional. Ever since the world discovered aliens and magic were real they'd started to believe anything. Conspiracy theories had gotten more crazy with every year.
“As I said before, I can't help you. I don't have time to chase down fairy tales.”
Mobius frowns, his stare burning in disappointment. “You're the Sorcerer Supreme. I should think you'd give a little more credence to fairy tales.”
Stephen clicks his tongue. “Be that as it may, you should probably run along now.”
He's entertained Mobius as long as he could. But he had an academy to look after; real people with real problems.
Mobius gestures to his necklace where the Time Stone used to sit aside the Eye of Agamotto. "Why do you think it's green? Or was, I mean. The Time Stone?"
Stephen raises a brow. What an odd question. "Sometimes magicks take on a certain color. There isn't really a reason why. It just is.”
Mobius smiles gently, like Stephen is the one who doesn't understand anything. "The flow of time is why there is life. Without it we cannot exist. The branches of Yggdrasil are always producing more as the universe multiplies and expands. Time is life. Therefore it is green."
Stephen is silent a moment. It's a pretty sentimentality. But a sentimentality nonetheless.
“It's alright. I won't bother you anymore, Doctor.” Mobius opens the door and steps out. “Thank you for your time.”
Stephen watches him climb down the front steps. He stands by the doorway, lingering. He's not quite sure what makes him pause. Mobius certainly wasn't the strangest character he's ever met. New York was full of odd people.
He's about to close the door when he hears a loud screeching. Stephen looks back quickly. Mobius has stepped off the curb and is standing in front of a car headed right for him. Stephen opens his mouth to call out but its too late. Mobius moves, bracing for impact. He closes his eyes and covers his face.
That's when Stephen sees it. A light flares up and surrounds him, wrapping Mobius up in a protective green layer. The car stops in its tracks as it crashes into the light.
After a moment, Mobius uncovers his head, realizing the danger had passed. He looks up and sees the dented car. He blinks in bewilderment. He then looks down at his undamaged body. He tests his chest and legs as if to make sure he was alright. Then he scratches his head.
“Mobius!” Stephen appears beside him. Mobius jumps back. “How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“That magic!”
“What magic?”
He truly had no idea did he? Stephen grabs Mobius by the arm and ushers him back inside. The car driver and bystanders all stare after them.
“Whoah hey! Easy!”
Stephen closes the door and whirls around to face Mobius. Without a word he throws up his hands and conjures an energy blast. Shocked, Mobius flinches back. Stephen unleashes the attack. It races towards Mobius as the man once again braces himself. And once again, just as it had before, the green light appears.
This time it lingered. Long enough for Mobius to open his eyes and catch sight of it. Mobius stares in disbelief. He reaches out as if to touch it, but it dispels before he can.
Stephen studies the green light as it swirls around and disappears. Mobius wasn't the one controlling it and yet it leapt to his aid.
“It's a protection spell.” Stephen explains softly. That in of itself was curious enough. But what gives him caution is the signature of the magic itself. Stephen recognized that magic. He had seen it before.
Loki.
Mobius waves his hand in the air as if to summon it back. But the air remains stale. Of what significance was this man that Loki Laufeyson had cast such powerful spell?
Stephen eyes Mobius again. He had missed something. “Who are you?” He asks again.
Mobius turns to look at him. He offers a shrug. “Just a guy trying to find his friend.”
“And your friend, does he happen to be the Norse God of Mischief Loki?”
Mobius smiles, his eyes sparkle with mischief of their own. “The very one.”
#lokius fic#strange contacts thor who then grills this self proclaimed best friend of loki#HES loki's best friend how dare!!!!#lokius
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