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obiwanobi · 3 years

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Catch me thinking about sith Anakin who got in a fight w/ Palps (did Palps cross a line? Did Anakin decide he had nothing to lose? Idk), barely managed to win and is now seriously hurting and a little freaked out winding up outside Obi-wan's quarters and Obi-wan doesn't have time to draw his saber let alone figure out how a sith lord managed to get so far into the jedi temple unnoticed and Force is that blood? before Anakin's passing out with only a murmered request for help.

LISTEN you can’t keep sending me perfect prompts, how do you know I can’t resist bloody men on their knees begging for salvation, how do you know me so well??? anyway here’s 2.3k of always-a-sith!Anakin who could have been the new ruler of the empire but said ‘no thanks, this is too much responsibility, I would like to be pampered by my favourite jedi now’ (with a bit of Ahsoka as Obi-Wan’s padawan!)

He didn’t mean to kill him.

Well, not at first.

He didn’t mean to kill Sidious, but pulling his lightsaber from his lifeless corpse only felt like complete satisfaction. A weight on his shoulders he didn't know he carried disappeared, letting him stand up above the body of his master— former master, and gaze upon what was left of him. A shapeless form on the ground. A dark cape around an old man playing at being a god. A begging mess of futile promises when he realised it was the end for him.

As mindless fury leaves him, his ragged breathing slows down and his fist unclenches around his saber. Sidious is dead. Now that the adrenaline rush is gone, his knees start shaking. His Master is dead. His face is wet with sweat and blood and tears. Dead and now Anakin has no one.

And then... And then fear.

"You know," Ahsoka groans as the water starts boiling, "I don't understand how you got your reputation of Cool Jedi Master. Other padawans think I'm lying when I tell them you wear the ugliest slippers at home and gets excited by new tisanes."

"You gifted me those slippers."

"As a joke. And you still wear them."

"I'm not going to throw away perfectly good slippers." Obi-Wan wiggles his toes under the red and yellow fuzzy monstrosities, just to see his padawan rolls her eyes. "And they're really comfortable."

"So you're just going to stay there, then? Your whole battalion is out celebrating our first day of leave since forever, but you prefer to drink your tea alone and go to bed at 22:00?"

"No one wants an authority figure around when they're letting loose and celebrating, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan says, pouring hot water in his cup. He raises the kettle towards his padawan as a question, to which she shakes her head. "I thought you would be happy to see me putting sleep before work for once."

"I am, Master, but I thought it could be..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hilt of her sabers. For once, she looks like a typical padawan, just like he was at her age, dying to enjoy one night away from the temple and any kind of responsibilities.

"It's alright my dear," he sighs, "you can join them if you want."

Ahsoka suddenly perks up. "I can?"

"If you're old enough to be sent to the front, I think you can handle yourself for one night on Coruscant."

"Thank you Master! I promise I'll be careful and not come back too late!"

"You do that, and-- wait, Ahsoka," he adds as she's already halfway through the door, "make sure to stay around Cody! And no alcohol of any kind! And don't lose your lightsaber at sabacc again!"

"That was you!" she yells from the end of the corridor, "don't worry, I'll be fine! Don't wait for me to go to bed! Goodnight Master!"

Obi-Wan smiles, blowing on his cup. He already sent a message to Cody earlier to keep an eye on her, so he knows she's in good hands.

He has his herbal tea, his ugly slippers, no reports to read or write, and no immediate Separatist menace to plan for. For once, a perfectly good night to catch up on sleep and meditation.

So, of course, something has to be wrong.

The Force is bright. The Force is lighter than it has ever been for the past few years.

And Obi-Wan can't understand why.

It's not just him that can feel it: Ahsoka has acted chipper since, more like the teenager she is, laughing with the clones and playfully teasing him the whole fly back to Coruscant. The temple has felt livelier than ever when they arrived, Jedi from all ages going about their day with a new spring in their step, greeting each other warmly in the corridors. Even Master Yoda has taken a few minutes during their Council meeting to note the shift in the Force. No Master could pinpoint the origin of this change, but all agreed that something good happened somewhere in the galaxy, and they were just feeling ripples of the effect in the Force.

Still now, the whole temple feels a bit more like it used to, before the war, and all Jedi are a bit happier without knowing why.

Only Obi-Wan feels like a noose tightening around him. Whatever it is, it's slowing making its way around his presence in the Force. Focusing on him and him alone. Doesn't matter how much Obi-Wan tries to hide himself, it's getting closer and never slowing down or losing interest.

Needless to say, Obi-Wan has a bad feeling about this.

But after almost three years of war, sullen faces and grim expressions, he doesn't feel like dampening the sudden good mood around the Temple just with a few words. He can probably deal with whatever it is by himself.

His tisane is cold when he finally emerges from his meditation. Nothing is clearer than when he started: the Force is deaf to his questions and inquiries, still light as a breeze. An airy unconcern for his restlessness. And yet, a thick pressure still looms around him, getting heavier each passing second now.

His fingers start pulling on his collar.

The clock on the wall indicates that he lied to Ahsoka when he said he was going to bed at a respectable time today. No diurnal Jedi would still be up right now, but he still considers going out to knock at Mace's door. Narrowed eyes and a very long sigh will be his first answer, but Obi-Wan knows that Mace would never refuse to hear him out. Yes, he finally decides when the pressure seems to creep even closer to him, it's worth waking up Mace.

He opens his door, wondering if he should take his robe with him, and instantly stops walking.

There, in the empty corridor of the Jedi Temple, at his door and on his knees, is a Sith. He knows it's a Sith only because he recognises this specific mass of hair, the large shoulders, the dishevelled dark robe. He knows it's a Sith because he has crossed path with this one enough times on the battlefield to recognise him anywhere. Outside of it a few times too. He isn't sure it's a Sith when the Sith raises his head up, bloody and bruised face torn in an agonizing expression, and his eyes are blue.

"I— I didn't know where to go," Darth Vader says quietly, with the kind of voice expected from a lost child. It gives Obi-Wan a second shock to hear his voice, making his presence suddenly real. "You said... You said if I ever wanted to, if I needed help one day, you would— I could—"

Obi-Wan remembers it. He remembers all the times he offered his help. His pleas for him to stop the violence, the appeals to reason, the multiple suggestions of a gentler path. His hand continuously outreached but never taken. He remembers the burning gold of the Sith's eyes too, and his black cape floating above the dead clones at his feet.

His laughter the first time Obi-Wan brought up the idea of lowering their blades and talking around a cup of tea. His sneer the third time Obi-Wan tried to change his misconceptions about the Jedi Order and play-flirt with him in the same breath. The silence the fifth time Obi-Wan asked him his name, his real name, the one a parent gave him.

The tears the last time he gave it to him.

"And you're always trying to save me," Vader adds more forcefully now, like the words anger him, "you're always here, showing up almost every time I'm sent somewhere with your stupid smile and stupid words, and you're always nice, and... and teasing, and disappointed when I kill someone, like you expect me to be better, and I don't understand you, but..."

Vader raises his hand towards him, and it's only this sudden move that shakes Obi-Wan out of his stupor. Before the Sith can touch his leg, Obi-Wan calls his lightsaber to him, ignites it in one fluid motion, half-expecting Vader to be up and swaying his saber in his face by now. But the Sith is still on his knees, and it's only now that the blue light of his blade is above him that Obi-Wan realises the state he's in. His face isn't the only thing bruised and battered: his dark tunic is stained with blood and ripped in more than one place, one of his arms is bent in an unnatural way, and it looks like a cut above his hairline is still bleeding, making his curls stick to his face in a mess of wet hair and burned skin.

"Vader," Obi-Wan says slowly, when his thoughts finally regain a semblance of coherence. A rapid investigation through the Force assures him that no other enemy is around and the calm and quiet of the night in the Temple isn't a prequel for a storm. "How did you get in here? What are you doing here? How—"

Vader's hand, stuck in the space between them, reaches once again for Obi-Wan. Foolishly, Obi-Wan lets him. His fingers twist themselves in the fabric of his pants.

"He made me killed them all.” Vader wobbles on his knees for a second, the hand on Obi-Wan's leg gripping it tighter. “No platoons, no battle droids. Just me. He sent me to the power station and I cut through them so easily, so quickly, they didn't even fight back, and I didn't think that..." he trails off, panting. "Until.... until I saw the electro-whips."

"Are you talking about Naphtla?" he asks when Vader doesn't seem to be able to continue.

Naphtla. Outer Rim. Barely on the Republic radar until this afternoon, when nearby troops answered a distress signal and found a hidden Separatist power station operated by slaves. A third of them were dead, killed only a few hours before, and the survivors turned to the Republic for immediate support. Slaughtered like animals, the rescue team reported to the Council only a few hours ago, by one single man wielding a red lightsaber. According to witnesses, the darksider cut through the slaves like bantha butter, killing everyone in his path without discrimination, until he stopped for no apparent reason and abruptly left.

"You were the one who killed the people at the station there," Obi-Wan realises out loud, horrified, "the slaves from Zygerria."

Vader snaps his head up and his fingers tighten painfully around Obi-Wan's knee. "I DIDN'T KNOW!"

All Obi-Wan's senses and logical thoughts urge him to back out, put an end to this nonsensical charade, raise his lightsaber between them, get away from the dark, hungry void Vader generates in the Force.

But his eyes are looking up to him. Gripping his gaze with the same intensity as his hand on his leg. Bloodied face and pleading, on his knees. Full of tears.

Obi-Wan doesn't push Vader's hand away.

"I didn't know they were slaves, I didn't!"

"Vader."

"He never said! He sent me without telling him, he knows I don't—" A small noise sounding suspiciously like a sob swallows the rest of his words.

"Vader, who sent—"

"When I came back," he tries again, quieter. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to ask about this he, but Vader's head lolls for a second, too heavy to support, before butting gently against Obi-Wan's leg. Vader makes no effort to move, content to stay there, and after a second, a small, almost timid nuzzle against his thigh sends a series of shivers through Obi-Wan's spine. It shuts him up instantly. "When I came back, he looked at me for so, so long, before saying that he knew, he knew I was going to fail, that I was... just like them after all, and that I could never... And I was so mad, so angry at him, so I... I..."

The last words are muffled by the fabric Vader clings to. Hides into. There's blood on Obi-Wan's pants now.

"What have you done, Vader?" Obi-Wan asks, softer than he intended. "Vader," he asks again when no reply comes, without success. The hand not holding his lightsaber moves, hesitates for a moment, then settles lightly on Vader's hair, mindful not to touch any open wounds. His fingers nudge him to tip his head back, gently, carefully, and settle on his cheek to hold his face up, looking at him. "Anakin." His name, his true name, makes him blink a few times. "Anakin, what have you done?"

"I killed him," he finally admits, barely audible. He looks exhausted, more like a child in need of rest than ever.

"Who did you kill?"

"My master."

"Dooku? You killed Dooku?"

"No," Vader— Anakin frowns, like Obi-Wan should know better. "Sidious."

It's a bit much to process in one day. Another Sith Lord, Vader's master, concealed and kept a secret, now dead, killed by his apprentice —and does that make Vader the ruling Sith Lord now? Do Sith have rulers?— the lightness in the Force the same day, a half-dead Vader begging for help in the middle of the night in the Jedi Temple, and all of that while Obi-Wan is still wearing his ugly slippers.

He's so glad he sent Ahsoka away for the night.

Anakin doesn't let him time to feel the migraine coming.

"I can't do it, I can't be my master, I can't— and Dooku hates me, he will never help me, even if I let him have it all, he will never..." Vader seems to run out of steam, and lets his eyes close as his head falls once again against Obi-Wan's thigh. Closer. "You said you could help me. You said I could come to you at any time. You said you would always be there if I didn't want to... do this, anymore."

"I did," Obi-Wan assures him, his hand lightly petting his hair again.

Anakin lets out a long breath. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Obi-Wan's pants, loosen, and tighten again.

"You're the only one I trust," the Sith quietly tells the Jedi, and it's the saddest thing Obi-Wan has ever heard.

#appleslakesandeuchre #(I changed the end of your prompt a bit I hope it’s fine with you)#asks #obikin #clem's aus #fic i will never write #always a sith anakin au #ahsoka the next morning is HORRIFIED to find a sith on the couch #like 'I knew you had a huge soft spot for him but really master? REALLY?'#obi-wan 'shh don't raise your voice at him'#fic i did write

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years

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So reading "dating your great-grandmaster and other ill-advised life decisions" and now I have a wonderful image of little Anakin Skywalker showing up to class like "here's my paper, Master" and dropping a packet that's like an half an inch thick on the desk (I know it'd be digital in universe but whatever) and Windu or whomever's teaching is all "Padawan Skywalker, this is... 47 pages... on Nubian hyperdrives... with citations" "Yes, master" "....." "Master?" "Take your seat, Padawan."

That’s exactly what I picture as well xD

I like to HC in general that to become a Knight, you have to write at least one bachelor thesis level paper. Anakin just happens to start early on that with all his mechanic engineering. Probs gonna cover that in my light fix it series, but yeah. Anakin is a certified genius!

#ask #appleslakesandeuchre #that dooku/anakin fanfic will haunt me for a while won't it?#it's just too much fun

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nixie-deangel · 4 years

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For the WIP thing if you're still doing it it, Obikin - Gilded Cage?

So, I’ve talked a bit about this one on the Obikin Discord. It’s my Obisheev that turns ends in Obikin sith raised Anakin, with pleasure slave Obi-wan, that was born from poor @obiwanobi‘s cursed Obisheez anon’s.

Obi-wan is passed over on becoming a padawan (you’ll find this trope is a favorite of mine) and the ship he boards to take him to the agicrops is attacked by pirates. He, along with the others with him, are bound with force suppression collars and sold off. Obi-wan first Master puts him to work in mines, only to be sold off to cover a debt and then again, until he’s about 16 and lands with a new master, who takes one look at his pretty face and body and thinks, they could get a different use out of him.

So he’s sent off, trained in the ways of pleasure and put to work that way. And that’s what he does, until Palpatine takes over the galaxy far earlier than planned, and is gifted Obi-wan, a peace offering of sorts. And well, Palpatine joins a pretty face, so adds him to his harem.

Meanwhile, with Anakin, he and his mother are sold off Tatooine, and shunted around until landing on Zygerria, when he’s around 9, just about the same time Emperor Palpatine is touring the place -deciding if it’s worth keeping them in operation- with, surprise surprise, Obi-wan -who only goes by Ben now- on his arm, when Palps stumbles across Anakin and his mother.

It’s a bit of a....problem because Palpatine can feel Anakin’s power so wants to buy him, but Anakin, poor sweet child Anakin, won’t go without his mother, and Ben, obviously having been around his master long enough, speaks up -knowing he’ll receive a truly memorable beating later- and somehow talks Palpatine into buying both Skywalker’s, saving Shmi... for now.

From there, Anakin is shipped off to be trained by Palpatine’s apprentices - Maul and Dooku, because I’m not following the rule of two with this- for the next 10 years, while Ben is kept in cold comfort (having just barely survived his reminder on how to keep quiet and look pretty), just trying to survive his time within the Emperor’s harem.

Eventually though, Anakin is summoned to Coruscant, to report in person to his master, at the same time Sheev has decided to favor Ben, he oh so truly does enjoy his mouth after all.

And we all know how subtle Anakin can be, when he stumbles across those he finds beautiful, so you can imagine how he just stumbled and stuttered and somehow ended up being gifted Ben for the night by his Master.

And well, from there you have to broken and scarred idiots, who fall for one another. Well, all that on top of Anakin decided he’s gonna save Ben and ride the galaxy of his master.

Ask Nixie about her WIP’s.

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obiwanobi · 4 years

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SithSenator!Obi is a competent hardass and Anakin is sunshine and hugs but what about when Obi-wan can't rescue himself? Wrong place wrong time and he and some other senators are taken hostage and it's Something to feel your jedi work his way through a fortress, see him in full General of the 501st/Hero With No Fear mode, and watch as he dials down to the Anakin who's a bit of a dork and buys you fancy tea and falls asleep on your office couch.

Once again I didn’t expect to write that much about it, but I can’t resist Anakin being a competent Jedi in control, making Sith!Obi-Wan having disgustingly soft feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with the second Anakin is back to Soft Boy in front of him:

In theory, Obi-Wan knows that Anakin is a very good general. He only has to read official reports of various missions he's always assigned to and the battles he fought to remember it. Besides, Obi-Wan prides himself of being a pretty good undercover Sith, so he did his homework, thank you very much. He knows everything there is to know about Anakin's skills, fighting style and way of handling his battalion.

But after a few years around Anakin being so lovable and sweet with him, and even bratty and whiny (Obi-Wan should stop spoiling him so much because it really doesn't help, he knows that, it's just hard to resist his pouty face,) he tends to forget that Anakin is a warrior first, the type of man who thrives in actions and is more at ease in the middle of a chaotic battlefield than on a plush sofa drinking tea.

So watching– no, feeling Anakin in the Force while he's commanding clones and taking charge of the whole operation the moment he gets there, his easy confidence mixed with a relentless determination bordering on cockiness seeping from him in a more vibrant and vivid version of the warm aura he normally exudes, makes Obi-Wan a bit lightheaded for a reason he can't fathom.

When the whole hostage crisis is over, (Obi-Wan still can't believe that Anakin got away with Force-throwing the leader of the terrorist group through a window without a second thought, he would have laughed in delight if he wasn't supposed to look like a startled senator scared for his life) the rescue team takes the time to check the entire floor, making the politicians wait in the great hall while Anakin is busy chatting with the Chancellor and a few other Jedi.

There is a bizarre sensation pulling at Obi-Wan’s chest, something he doesn't know how to name that makes him lose focus of his direct surroundings in favour of stealing quick glances at Anakin and listening to his clear voice giving orders and reporting to Jedi masters. It's such a distinct sound to Obi-Wan's ears, so far from the low and soft cadence he's used to from the Jedi, almost demure. This is the voice of someone in control, someone you implicitly wants to trust to handle the hart parts that no one wants to face. It's the voice of someone you can trust.

And then it hits him right in the face: Obi-Wan is proud. Force, he's so proud of Anakin. So pleased to have the opportunity to witness him so frighteningly competent that he wants to laugh out loud again. His chest almost aches from the need to go to him right away, in the middle of so many people, to tell him how brilliant he is, how remarkable his work was and how glad he is to have him here, and why are people not telling him just that? Obi-Wan has never been effusive, but right now, he desperately wants to give the praises Anakin deserves.

And then he remembers that he can. Well, not right now, but later, in private, he can. That's actually what's expected of him, to stay in Anakin's good graces, to feed his ego and bring him closer to Obi-Wan. No, no, not to Obi-Wan, not really: closer to the dark side. Closer to Sidious.

He doesn't have time to analyse why this thought –a fact, clear, simple, accepted since the beginning– brings such conflicting feelings in him –he wants him close to him, not anyone else, not any other Sith– because a hand is on his wrist and Obi-Wan can't think anymore.

"Give me a few more minutes," Anakin says, close enough that his breath on Obi-Wan's neck makes him shiver a little, and it’s a good thing they’re half-hidden by a pillar.

It still isn’t Anakin’s usual voice, but it's already softer. A bit more excited too, less in control. Less Jedi.

"I'll be done soon, I can join you in your office right after. I just- I nee- I wanted to see you. I couldn't before, not during this whole thing, I couldn't bear to..." He stammers, shakes his head a little, and Obi-Wan turns fully toward him before sliding his hand in his, making sure to hide the gesture from anyone else. This is only for Anakin.

"It doesn't matter anymore," Anakin breathes, like a sigh of relief. The general has disappeared now, leaving only a smiling boy holding his hand. "Can I see you after?"

There are so many things Obi-Wan wants to tell him, so many words he thought he could never say to anyone but are now threatening to spill from his mouth without his consent in a mess of adorationdevotionendearment.

But now is not the time. There are Jedi and politicians around, and Sidious who’s making an excellent job at pretending to still be dazed by the event while Obi-Wan can feel him snooping around Anakin in the Force without anyone noticing. The sudden urge to drag Anakin far away from him is hard to repress, just like swallowing the incriminating words he truly wants to say.

He knows that in a few minutes, those unsaid words will be forgotten, washed away by his usual stoicism, buried under his usual rationality and repressed to make way for his need for control. He knows he will try to justify them as a moment of inattention, an uncomfortable confusion that keeps happening as a result of keeping up an act for so long for the sake of a mission. Anakin will never get to hear them. Never fully have all the proofs he needs to grasp the extent of his sentiments.

But the feelings will stay.

For a Sith, feelings always stay.

So he closes his teeth on the words, forces his tongue to push them back and contents himself with squeezing Anakin's hand.

"Of course, dear one. I'll wait for you."

Anakin, the foolish boy, presses his forehead to his for a second, like he's trying to hide his bashful smile, like it’s already enough, before releasing his hand and walking back to the rescue team and the rest of the Jedi.

It's not enough, it will never be enough. Anakin is a greedy beast who wants to soak in his appreciation and bask in genuine praises whenever he can. But sometimes, just sometimes, Obi-Wan thinks that he understands that a few gentle words and a murmured half-promise cost Obi-Wan way more than he can imagine.

#We all know that the second Anakin puts a foot in Obi-wan’s office #he’s going to get properly extensively and thoroughly thanked #getting on his knees is suddenly completely acceptable if it’s in front of Anakin #sith senator kenobi au #obikin #asks #appleslakesandeuchre

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