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I'm the last person to want it to happen this way but watching Hunter, who's been so obsessed and so fixated on protecting Omega this whole season, come to a realization that the best way to keep her safe is to let her go is going to be devastating
#let's stop with this Jedi no attachment bullshit#OMEGA DOESN'T NEED TO LEAVE HER FAMILY TO TRAIN#not now at least#LET HER BE A KID GODDAMNIT#seriously come back when she's 18#then we'll talk about training#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#bad batch#bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#tbb#tbb hunter#tbb omega#hunter and omega
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A Box Full of Memories
So i had this fic idea hit me at 3am as i was feeding my baby.
Basic premise: Obi-Wan has a tonne of keepsakes of Anakin's Padawanship that he was saving to share with Shmi once Anakin reached Knighthood.
In this story Jedi have the option after passing their Trials and before they swear in as Knights to return to their home planet to make sure that swearing in to the Jedi Order as a Knight is truly the path they want to take. Granting them the opportunity to know their birth families before making the monumental commitment of being a Knight of the Jedi Order.
Obviously, Shmi died before Obi-Wan could send Anakin on his pre-Knighting trip. Obi-Wan knew that he couldn't tell or show Anakin the keepsakes, once he hears that Shmi has passed,so its all just sitting in his rooms in several cardboard boxes. Each of the trophies/assignments/keepsakes has a letter from Obi-Wan to Shmi, detailing its importance and personal backstory. Fond notes and recollections of how proud Obi-Wan is of Anakin and his hope to share that pride with Anakin's esteemed mother. (Let's face it, everything 9 year old Anakin knew about his mother has been repeated over and over to Obi-Wan throughout the years, and in between the rose coloured lenses of a young boy's recollections, Obi-Wan finds the shape of an incredible woman who he would feel honoured to know.)
There are two ways the discovery could play out:
The happy version:
During a campaign shared between the 501st and the 212th, early during the 3rd year, Cody gets sick of hearing Anakin's bullshit of how "Obi-Wan never supported or believed in me. He is always holding me back, jealous of my power." (You know, parroting the Palpatine Persuasion.)
And like, Cody is pissed, because Obi is Anakin's No.1 cheerleader, more than the Chancellor, more, even, than his wife, Amidala. Cody knows all about Anakin's illicit victories on the Coruscant lower level racing tracks as a junior padawan, a late night over paperwork Skywalker had incorrectly filed had revealed. Cody knows more about Anakin than he ever wished to know, Obi-Wan won't shut up about him sometimes, but he's a good friend/boyfriend/queer platonic life partner/husband, and listens, because this is Obi's kid.
They return to the Temple and are working on after action reports together in their still shared Master-Padawan apartment and Anakin makes a comment about how Obi-Wan doesn't really care about him except to find fault (or something). And Obi-Wan just looks devastated, Anakin isn't even looking up, just continues looking at his datapad like he hasn't ripped Obi-Wan's heart out of his chest.
Cody has had it. He stalks into Obi-Wan's room and drags out four heavy boxes, directly in front of Anakin, confiscated his datapad, says " Happy reading, you asshole, stop sending my partner into guilt spirals about not caring enough." He pulls Obi-wan out of the apartment. "We're going to Dex's, don't call until you pull your head out of your ass."
Ani, fuming about how misunderstood he is, but ultimately curious opens a box and spots his award for the Junior Padawan Saber Competition and together with it sees a picture of him at age 11, beaming with Obi-Wan smiling, so proud. He hasn't even started reading the attached note yet and he's starting to feel a lump in his throat. Then he spots it ' Dear Shmi.....'
Cue Anakin ugly crying, because even opening the box, he can feel the love and fondnes that saturates the contents. He wipes his face and notices that it's ordered by his age and documented and stored according to the Archival Practise Code as set by Madame Nu, you absolute nerd Obi.
Anakin feels so very touched that Obi-Wan was trying to include his mum even as his galaxy is being rocked. There was undeniable proof that Obi-Wan 'the perfect jedi' Kenobi loved him. It's as he starts reading through the notes that he realises that some of them are dated past his mother's death. It becomes less Obi-Wan talking about his progress and achievements and more him worrying about where the war is taking Anakin.
He finds a letter with his wedding photos on several pieces of filmsi and realises that Obi-Wan has known this whole time about his marriage. The only words of censure on this letter was Obi-Wan asking what he had done to make his padawan no longer trust him and his hurt that his friend Padmè had hidden it from him, marrying his padawan when he was still considered a minor.
Everything he was worried that Obi-Wan felt about him is all wrong. Obi-Wan is proud of him, Obi-Wan loves him. How could his friend, the Chancellor have been so wrong?
From there we'd move into a fix it, there would be repercussions for the various and sundry illegal actions that Anakin has done *cough* Sand People Massacre *cough* with a focus on rehabilitive rather than punitive consequences. Palpatine is revealed to be a fraud and gets offed with a poetic type justice death. Mostly happy endings all around because I'm a sap and want my blorbos happy.
2. The Angsty Version:
I typically do not enjoy riding the angsty mcangst train, but here's an attempt.
Darth Vader is going through the rooms that once belonged to Anakin, setting out to destroy what remained of the weak Jedi and his traitorous former Master. He stalks through the rooms, blocking out the warm memories that filled a place he once called home, destroying the furniture in his towering rage as he goes.
He enters the room of the man who should have loved him, but instead tried to murder him and finds these boxes, clearly labelled "Shmi Skywalker." The unexpected name jolts Vader out of his destructive rage and the small spark of Anakin still residing in his heart is curious and that curiosity consumes him.
He reads through all the little notes, the keepsakes are rifled through (in a quiet part of him, where the small, scared shadow of the child, Ani, resides, he longs to touch the lingering warmth embedded in them with his bare skin, he's so cold).
Through all the letters and stories that denote Anakin's childhood, words of love and pride for a man left to die on lava shores.
He doesn't know whether to rage or repent, the lies of his Master Sideous, had blinded him to the love of a father that he had so desperately craved and now, now it was too late.
He spends his life, a black hole of self-hatred and regret, drifting through the rise of his so-called glorious empire, alone, no wife, no brother/best friend/father. He cannot bring himself to burn and destroy the last evidence that Anakin Skywalker was loved. He was loved wholly and completely for who he was, not how powerful he was.
#star wars#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#anakin skywalker#star wars fanfiction#fanfic ideas#Codywan flavoured#Fluff or angst choose your ending#Going back over your handwritten notes the next morning trying to piece together your plot#my writing
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Hey,
I saw your post in which you defended Mace Windu and it is such a good post. Thank you.
At the moment I debate with someone on twitter and it is super frustrating because they are saying Mace is a potential villain because he hates the Sith and wants to kill Anakin in episode I (even through he doesn't admit it).
I'm slightly shocked that someone thinks like this. Could you maybe help me to argue that Mace isn't a villain and a potential child killer?
Hey there!
I appreciate you asking me this, but honestly it looks to me like this is a debate you just won't "win" and you should quit while you're ahead.
Firstly, because those are two arguments so ridiculous and baseless that they have to either
be made in bad faith, AKA you're arguing with someone who's literally grasping at straws and making bullshit arguments for the sake of having the last tweet. In which case you can quit interacting with them because this is a victory in and of itself.
be made by someone completely insane and/or who has made their own headcanon about it. In which case, you might as well quit because there's no way you'll change this person's mind.
But, secondly, being pro-Jedi on Twitter is hell.
I'm not kidding, there's literally SO many people who think the point of the Prequels is the Jedi's failure that if you try to dispel the notion, a rain of (factually incorrect) anti-Jedi arguments falls floods your notifications, and it inevitably devolves into "this guy missed the point of the Prequels".
I'm training myself more and more to take a page out of the Jedi's book and just "let go" because the shit I see sometimes is just infuriating. Like this one, I saw last night:
Out of 154 collected quotes where George Lucas talks about the Jedi, their relationship with Anakin and their rules (namely the attachment one), he is only critical about them twice.
TWICE! OUT OF 154!
But I didn't reply to this.
I drafted the tweet, then deleted it because this is such a big subject that you're not gonna be able to dispel it with a single tweet (and fuck getting Twitter blue, are you crazy? but even if you did, you really think anyone will read your essay of a tweet?)
And also because last year, I got into an argument re: if Qui-Gon was a better master for Anakin than Obi-Wan (my opinion is "nope"). And I argued the hell out of my case. You know what I got in return?
Fucking nothing.
All I got was the people I was arguing against (who kept piling on on like the 5th tweet in a thread instead of reading everything from the beginning, which was messy in and of itself) just... stop replying.
At some point when you're in that deep, you think it'll inevitably end with your "opponent" going:
'well argued sir, you have completely changed my mind for I have now seen the truth; jolly good show'.
Instead all you get is... nothing. They stop replying.
You don't get the satisfaction of an admission of defeat and you don't wanna be the person spamming "WELL?! NOTHING TO SAY?!" because that's just pathetic.
So all you're left with is an hour of your life gone, WASTED proving "I know more about a fictional universe than you, Internet stranger".
My suggestion is: break the wheel, turn that outrage into creativity and instead of getting into debates with people whose minds you'll never change, write a fanfic/draw a comic/shoot a short film that will transfer the emotions you feel re: Windu to anyone witnessing it.
It's a much more productive approach than arguing with someone whose either grasping at straws or genuinely thinks MACE WANTED TO KILL A CHILD????!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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i love the idea of the "Chosen One" aspect of anakin being taken to like. intense heights.
Like he's a god. Force made human. the jedi find him and they're like omg we cant let this little deity be tainted or worse. So they give him to obi-wan like here you guard this little deity until it can fulfill the prophecy or smth smth.
Cue ObiKin falling in love and its all soft and pure until obviously the sith start their bullshit. and the council is like its time to fulfill your role or whatever.
I'm thinking this could end super angsty with Anakin knowing he has to sacrifice himself but never telling Obi-wan until it's too late for obi-wan to stop it
or bittersweet in the sense that Anakin, the deity, force made flesh is meant to forever be kept in the light and detached from mortal desires and that means their love is forbidden
or even a happy ending where Anakin busts palpy's ass, trancends the mortal plane but obi-wan and his bond keep him attached even as the force pulls at him to join the void. they totally have this tearful conversation right over palpy's smoking body while mace is like? ??? really ?
#i just like anakin ideas a lot where he's this deity figure#the flavour of deity anakin is delicious#there are too few Force god anakin fics#i just think there should be more#anakin skywalker#obikin#obi wan kenobi#anaobi#Anakin who's MORE#so in tune with the force nothing keeps him sane but obi-wan's warm presence#obikin thoughts#im thinking im thinking
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Because I’m apparently back on my bullshit I would fucking love it if star wars fans would actually listen to Asian fans when we tell you “no, that’s not what attachment means.”
And for the record, don’t give me some bullshit about how “well George Lucas was white and he was writing for a western audience” with the implication that therefore you don’t have to examine the source of what he appropriated - which is an actual fucking take someone said to my face. If you don’t see how breathtakingly racist that is I don’t know what to tell you. Lucas’s racism does not give you permission to be racist; not to perpetuate the same racism, and not (often, I find) to be actively more racist than Lucas ever was. You want to call yourself an anti-racist ally? Put in the work. You have a responsibility to make space for us and let us reclaim stories that couldn’t exist without us.
If you’re just ignorant, I’m sympathetic - but that sympathy ends when people actively try to educate you and you refuse to listen. I cannot count the amount of times I have had people double down and make fandom spaces actively hostile for me and other Asian fans. (People tried to doxx a friend of mine about this - ironically right as Stop Asian Hate was picking up and the same people claimed to support it with their whole chests.)
Anyways, there isn’t a concrete end to this. This is a rant, more than anything else. I don’t know what else to say other than it’d be nice if people stopped demonizing something that’s part of a real life culture and claiming it: 1) impossible to live by (wrong! Do you know how many Buddhists there are?), and 2) something people actively deserve to be killed for if they believe (because yes, that is what you’re saying when you claim the Jedi “deserved to fall”). What you’re advocating is genocide, and I think it’s plenty fair for the real life people who belong to the real life cultures Lucas used to build the Jedi to get fucking scared when we hear that.
#star wars#racism#racism against asians#harassment#genocide#for mention#alex tir talks#the jedi were good YES i mean the order YES i mean the council YES i mean yoda#people literally put their star wars opinions about the actual health and safety of a real asian person#RIGHT when covid related sinophobia was getting the most discussion#(something that hasnt ended btw!)#(taking certain forms of public transportation is a big no for me because I run the risk of getting MURDERED for being asian in public)
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Where did all the bullshit about Jedi not being allowed to love come from? They are allowed to love. They’re just not allowed to possess.
Do y’all really think Kenobi doesn’t love Anakin even after stating he did? Do y’all think masters don’t love their Padawan like their own kids? Or Padawans don’t love their masters like a parent? Do y’all think all the quotes from Jedi such as Yoda about Jedi being allowed to love were just blatant bullshit? Do y’all think Plo Koon didn’t love Ahsoka like a daughter? Or his Wolf Pack like his sons? Stop being dense. Jedi are allowed to love. They’re encouraged to love. They just can’t let attachment blind them.
When someone they love dies, they’re expected to move on, to grieve and then let go. Not wallow in their grief for the rest of their lives and put others at risk. They’re expected that, in a situation where a Sith goes, “you can choose to save your Padawan, but in doing so, I will blow up this planet and billions will die. Or you can save the planet and I will kill your Padawan.” To make the right choice and not let attachment blind them. To let their Padawan go and save the billions of innocent people on that planet. They do love. They just can’t possess. Marriage is considered possession to the Jedi. But Jedi aren’t celibate! Jedi fuck, y’all. They’re allowed to fuck. They’re not nuns lol. They just can’t let attachment blind them from their duties.
A Jedi can love. But they must also know when to let go. Anakin’s love for Padme is not what caused his fall to the dark side. It was his unwillingness to let her go. The Jedi knew this. Kenobi knew this. Kenobi literally had a love of his life once too. The difference? Kenobi let her go. Anakin could not. It is the inability to let things go, the desire to possess, which leads to the dark side. The Jedi are aware of this, and that is why they forbid marriage and attachment. They do not forbid love.
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Can we please stop pretending that all the deep, nuanced understandings of the Jedi Code reflects ANYTHING about how the Jedis behave on-screen?
Because no, sorry, no amount of "nooo you don't understand the Jedi Code!" can retcon how we see the Jedi ACT on-screen based on this Jedi Code.
Claiming that the Jedi do not view certain negative feelings as inherently dangerous and don't invalidate these feelings and try to control them by suppressing them does NOT match up with us seeing on-screen a room full of Jedi Masters judging the hell of an ex-slave CHILD and explicitly referring to him as dangerous for simply daring to still miss his mother and still feel fear without her.
These are NOT the actions of a religious organization that views negative emotions as neutral, valid, and should be regulated in a healthy way without passing moral judgment on those who express them.
Jedi philosophy places a premium on control of your feelings ‘so that they don’t control you’, which is a formula that lends itself very easily - and often did - to blaming traumatized, mentally ill, and neurodivergent people for their own 'failings’ and further interprets those 'failings’ as moral in nature.
And trying to justify this fuckery by giving in-universe explanation about how the Jedi Code is about "the bigger picture of objective reality" is excusing the Jedi Order's fatal flaw of ONLY valuing this "objective, bigger picture", at the expanse of the very real agonies of individuals (trauma might be based on subjective feelings, but it IS fucking real, dammit).
Even if the Code was true and good and healthy (big IF on the "good and healthy" part here), that doesn't change the fact that Jedi explicitly used it on-screen to justify neglecting and emotionally abusing Anakin.
This "for the greater good" bullshit led to the Jedi order's downfall.
The Jedi lost their way before their downfall.
Let go of your attachment to your fav space wizards for a second and try to engage with SW - as a fictional narrative - critically.
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From your prompt list!
“Don’t fall in love, there’s just too much to lose” featuring Obiwan (maybe he knows the reader has feelings for him but he pushes her away after knowing what happened to Satine??)
I'VE NEVER WRTTEN FOR OBI AAAAHHHHHHHHH Only Star Wars men I've written for have been Han, (and Lando and Poe who have been featured in this long ass Han story I'm working on but not much) IM SO EXCITED
My blog is almost exclusively oscar Isaac characters but Star Wars is my life bro I'm excited to open it up!!!!
ANYWAAAYYYY
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The timing was bad, on top of everything else.
Like "the Galaxy is under fascist rule", bad.
Like "I'm a fugitive being hunted by the most powerful Jedi at present who may or may not have lost his mind" bad
Like "At the moment, most of my free time is being spent training with the force ghost of my old master and making sure these two 10 year olds don't die, when, just like their father, chaos seems to follow them everywhere they go" bad
Then there was the fact he was a jedi, one of the last of them at this point. He still had a vow of celibacy, no attachments. He couldn't exactly turn his back on the order now. Of course, the flaws of the order are part of what got the galaxy to this point...
Of course, he had broken the no attachment rule. A lot. Anakin, Padme,Qui-Gon, Ahsoka, Satine... Satine...
Obi-Wan had assumed for a long time he was just weak, that he just needed to be more disciplined. Attachment is what drove Anakin to where he is now, isn't it? But after years of thought, (and some choice words from his old master) he had begun to think the issue had been with the jedi order.
All these thoughts swirled around in his head as he pulled away from the kiss. Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? He wasn't entirely sure.
"We can't do this" Where the worlds that slipped out of his mouth, a biproduct of the thoughts pounding against his head.
He watched your face, previously holding a nervous smile, fall. "Oh."
He wanted to bring your smile back, he wanted to make your smile for the rest of his life, but that wasn't possible.
"He'll hurt you." Was the excuse he gave.
"That's bullshit" You replied, face set in a line determined not to break. You knew Vader was after him. You didn't know why, other than he was a Jedi. Why Vader had a particular vendetta against Ben, you had no clue. He said it was safer that way.
"If he finds me, if he knows that I-" love you, he almost said. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not again. He wouldn't watch another person he loved burn alive or die in his arms. Don't fall in love, he told himself. There's just too much to lose.
"Bullshit" you reassert, crossing your arms. "You're a coward. I don't know what happened to you before, and I don't ask. That's your prerogative. But don't pretend this is about me, this about you. You're afraid."
Somehow, you knew. You always knew what was going on in his head. "You have no idea," He said with an edge of irritation. "No idea what war took from me, it took everything I ever loved! I won't let it take you."
"You lose me either way, Ben!" You shout, throwing your hands up in frustration.
You wait for him to respond.
He doesn't
"Okay, Ben. I'll walk away. You can pretend this is for my safety if you want. I'm done."
He watched you walk. You don't turn around. For a brief moment, you stop. Were you wanting to take another look? Were you hoping he'd stop you?
Obi-Wan had spent a lot of time over his years thinking e simply should have been better, more disciplin. He could've saved Qui-Gon, Satine, Anakin, Padme, Cody, Ahsoka, if only he tried harder, trained better.
It took all the discipline left in him to let you leave.
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THANK YOU FOR READING!!!
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(Someone’s gotta take the star wars away from me because damnit this keeps happening)
So I’m getting super salty (which is apparently the fastest way to get large chunks of meta out of me) because I’m bumping into more of this “love isn’t the same as attachment” bullshit.
Okay. That’s not fair. I’ll concede: sure, love and attachment aren’t synonymous. It’s definitely possible to be attached to people in entitled, toxic, and even murderous ways.
But for the love of God—
Are we really calling it unhealthy attachment for an enslaved mom to want to contact her (to our knowledge) only child? Is it unhealthy attachment for a child to miss his only parent whom he’s not allowed to see again? Is it unhealthy attachment for a teenager to want to ascertain that his enslaved mother, whom he hasn’t seen or heard from in ten years, is alive? Is it unhealthy attachment for a man to fear for the death of his wife in a repeat of the extremely traumatic way his mother did?
And I know someone’s going to say “would you stop harping on the slavery already!” but that’s kind of the point: whatever the philosophical dimensions of the Jedi’s version of “no attachment,” this is how it plays out in practice. And in the US at least, the way that Shmi just kinda lost access to Anakin because the Jedi have the power to enforce their specific dogma — well, it has a lot of real-world parallels. Including the assumption that enslaved black mothers just didn’t have the right to insist on keeping their children.
(Actually, considering the common accusation that only a white Christian, bigoted against Far Eastern religions, would take issue with the Jedi and their “no attachment practices,” it’s kinda ironic to remember who ran real-world US residential schools. Not to mention who currently dominates the adoption of non-white kids from poor backgrounds.)
Okay, I got off-topic. The point is, sure, we can argue about the theoretical merits of different understandings of non-attachment, but at the end of the day, the way the Jedi practiced it was harmful and abusive.
And it’s also hypocritical.
You want to know why?
Because all the motherfuckers have attachments! Obi-Wan Kenobi, for example, was originally incredibly attached to Qui-Gon Jinn, and later to Anakin. But because Attachment Forbidden, Obi-Wan can’t actually show Anakin love in any proactive or helpful way — he can only scold, or silence, or focus on the task at hand. He tells Anakin directly “I’m proud of you” one time in ROTS, but that’s about it. Until Mustafar when he’d just cut off Vader’s legs.
And for all Yoda was eager to tell Anakin to “let go,” he himself was so attached — to the Order, and to Grandmastering everyone in it! He was the oldest, wisest, most powerful, and ostensibly the most spiritually sensitive, and yet he couldn’t detect the Order’s major systemic problems until its Fall smacked him in the face. After which he promptly exiled himself.
So the “no attachments” thing doesn’t even really work, because all of the Jedi are deeply, fatally attached — it’s just that most of the other Jedi are attached to the Order and/or obeying the Code (as well as their individual Master and/or Padawan, if they got there).
Because, surprise surprise, attachment (or at least what the films define as attachment) is kinda what happens when sentient beings live together for a while.
#star wars ramblings#star wars meta#oops elvella got salty#elvella rambles#jedi critical#attachment is fundamental
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Don't Ship It
1.) Why don’t you ship it?
This is a rough one because I don't have anything against it, I just don't see it. They didn't have enough interaction for me to think they have chemistry and therefore it would be an entirely fanon interpretation for me and it just doesn't jive with my interpretation of Luke's character.
2.) What would have made you like it?
Luke, at the time he meets Din, is in a weird place. I think he is all wrapped up in being a Proper Jedi Master and compartmentilizing his trauma from the movies instead of dealing with it. (As evidenced by his insane choice to Grogu.) One of those things is Jedi Don’t Have Attachments, which is obviously bullshit but is what I think he tells himself to force himself to stop Feeling for Leia. If he let's his guard down to form an attachment to Din then what else will unravel? (Also how could he justify himself/Din if not allowing Din to have his attachment to Grogu?) I think he thinks he has no time or chance for any of that. So you'd have to give me a completely different Luke in The Mandalorian to convince me he was stable enough for a relationship. And also you'd really have to give me a lot of Din/Luke interactions where I saw them being friends, trusting each other, growing together and stuff. I'm sure you can do that in fanfic, but I need it in canon to want to read that fanfic in the first place. I'd also need to see Luke actually processing his emotions and especially his romantic feelings for Leia. I've said it before, but I could get on board Din/Luke/Leia in a similar way that I enjoy Han/Luke/Leia.
I would also need the fandom to not turn Luke into a blushing super!gay twink who never had a sexual thought about a woman before to ever enjoy it... sadly, a majority of Male/Luke does that to him, which puts me right out.
3.) Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?
Overall, I like the concept of the pairing. I like Din a lot. I think he has similar morals to Luke. I think they are both firmly on The Good Side despite sometimes doing dark things to preserve that. I think Luke would admire and respect Din's loyalty to Grogu. I think, maybe in another timeline, they could have a relationship.
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Anakin Assists the Jedi Council While On Medical Leave
AU brainstormed primarily by @atagotiak, @gelpenss, and myself.
Basically, a fix-it based in Anakin getting a peek into the daily life on the Council early, and accidentally Figuring Some Shit Out along the way, mostly because Palps Fucks Up.
So, Anakin gets injured in a way that limits him to Coruscant for a few weeks. He can still walk and talk, but he can't fight. The specific injury doesn't matter, just this:
Anakin runs errands on behalf of the council and sits in on meetings to take minutes as a "you're on medical leave but we need all hands on deck, congrats you get to be the secretary until we can send you on stabbing missions again" thing.
Also, there just aren't a whole lot of people with Anakin's clearance level. They had to send out Stass Allie to handle the mission that was originally next on Anakin's roster, and Anakin's the most convenient person to substitute into her position.
He's not super happy about this but he can more or less understand the point of it. Given that he gets antsy about needing to fight almost immediately, he can acknowledge the worth of having something useful to do, if only as the person who's writing down who says what and making sure everyone has the right file on hand.
(Besides, Obi-Wan jokes in a way that Anakin thinks might be encouraging, this is good practice if Anakin ever wants to be on the High Council himself!)
(This is a very helpful conversation.)
BASICALLY, Anakin is resigned to this but agrees because "Usually we have Master Allie handle this but we need her running that mission that was originally set for the 501st, so you get to fill in for her until you can switch back. Think of it as training for eventual mastery or admin or--listen, we're just really stretched thin."
Here's the key thing, though: Anakin isn't supposed to leave the Temple, for medical reasons, so Palpatine doesn't know Anakin is sitting in on Council meetings. They haven't met up since Anakin's last surgery, and because [muffled hand-wave reason] he didn't find out another way, like Anakin comming him or the Council giving him the heads-up about the change in attendance.
It's fine. He's just taking notes and doing preparatory research, he has the clearance, the Chancellor likes him anyway. Hell, they'd have had someone's Padawan doing this, before the war increased the necessary clearance levels. They'll toss in a quick message in the brief they send to Palps that he never reads anyway, and that's really all they need to do. Skywalker's getting some rounded experience and this way the medics won't be freaking out about him stressing his heart after getting electrocuted by trying to spar too early.
Palpatine doesn't talk directly to the Council, he just sends a recording the first time Anakin is there. It's a bit weird, but nothing goes wrong. Anakin's off-screen from whatever device they use to send a response, since he's not technically a member, just assisting for a bit on the part of Master Allie's duties that he's actually allowed to touch (and not the bits that are getting added to Mace, Plo, and Shaak's stuff).
The first four or so meetings are like that. Anakin starts having a bit of sympathy for the Council as he sees how many things they want to do that are hampered by the need for Senatorial approval, things that he would also want to do and didn't think required this much red tape.
About a week in, still mostly recordings with Anakin just sitting on the side playing paralegal, the wheel of fortune turns a few pegs.
Palpatine hands over a an order on the range of injury that a soldier should be treated for, "to ensure that republic resources aren't being wasted on clones that, while expensive, would actually be cheaper to replace than repair."
Oh, he dresses it up in prettier language than that. Anakin doesn't process it as such first.
The Chancellor manages to couch his phrasing in "prioritizing resources for taxpaying republic citizens and employees of the GAR," which... well.
The natborn commissioned officers pay taxes. The Jedi are employees. The clones are neither, because they're slaves.
Probably he frames it as the employees thing, very much the kinda language that sounds halfway ok unless you’re fluent in political bullshit.
And Anakin is really confused at first about why the council is upset by the order because, okay, he would PREFER to be able to use medical supplies on refugees when possible, but he understands prioritizing the soldiers?
He just looks up, totally lost, when someone groans and goes, "That's the third time this year, is he trying to get us all killed?"
And it vibes as such a genuine, aggrieved, sad reaction that Anakin is completely blindsided because it's not the sarcastic, petty resentment he kind of expected? It's just... desperate depression.
And someone gently has to explain that this is the third time they've had resources restricted to only GAR employees and that it's a polite way of saying "prioritize natborn officers, stop wasting resources on clones, we can replace them easier."
Or maybe he doesn't ask, because he's just there to take notes, not argue, and he can see the masters drawing up a response that amounts to "We would like to remind you that our soldiers do not fall into that classification, and to limit their access to our medical supplies is liable to cause a loss of life that we find unreasonably high. Please see the annotations attached to adjust wording so that the clones may receive the same level of care."
Anakin's internally just like "Yeah, that's phrased nice and addresses the main problem, Palpatine will obviously agree and change it!"
And then he comes in the next day and the response comes in and it's just dripping condescension about considering the clones actual people.
"This is why we can't use the bacta tanks on clones anymore, just the patches. We could use them at first, we had a few of the CCs get through fatal injuries with them, but they cut that off and said we could only use the tanks on Jedi and non-clone officers a few months ago. The Banking Clans keep tightening their belts on the army, and the Chancellor insists we put citizens first, and the clones aren't citizens. We've been arguing back as much as we can, but he keeps going on about the economy and we can't... we just can't, Skywalker. We're trying to save as many of our men as we can, but..."
Something like "Allocation of resources reiterated, the Kaminoans have assured the senate that the Jedi are far from exhausting the resources ordered."
And Anakin's like. He can't blame the council for lying about Palpatine's past or future actions. He just saw Palpatine's actions. Those actions were to order people under his control to throw away lives he saw as replaceable commodities.
These are his friends' lives.
His soldiers are being thrown away by a man in a tower that he trusted.
And then that man has the gall to suggest it's the council's fault.
Palpatine is good at what he does, especially in public, he dresses it up in flowery language and everything, but Anakin's just like "Those are my FRIENDS and also this is??? How slavers talked about their property on Tatooine???? FRIENDPATINE, WHAT THE FUCK."
Anakin can be passive aggressive sometimes as well as outright aggressive. So if he brings up the guidelines and why they make him upset in general terms, and Palpatine says something about how he’s sad the council doesn’t care about the clones...
Anakin, internally, having just watched the council scramble to save as many clones as possible within the guidelines that Palps handed down: Uh-huh.
(Anakin is just the gay horror teeth gif from queer eye.)
Just. “Yeah, funny you say that, Palpatine! Because as I remember, you told the council not to waste more resources than necessary while Mace Windu was arguing to expand the treatment range!”
Palps doesn't even have time to salvage the situation or attack Anakin because Anakin just bulldoze rants for fifteen minutes and then storms out.
Anakin... maybe does a little treason and gets a copy of the orders so he can ask Padme "Hey, can you explain the politics of this?" and doesn't tell her who wrote it so she isn't biased (he tells her that this is why he's not sharing the author's/speaker's name), and just lets Padme pick apart all the 'this is a nice way of saying they don't view the clones as people' details.
Alternately, someone on the Council sees Anakin dithering and manages to get him to admit that he's not great at political language and wants to ask someone to help him understand the full implications. The person--Mace? let's go with Mace--is aware that Anakin is on good terms with Senator Amidala, if not necessarily aware of the depth of said relationship. Mace points out that he's probably going to be seeing her soon just because he usually does and, as a Senator, she can get easy access to these sessions since they're not about specific missions, just allocation of resources, etc. It's not an optimal solution, but she's got a bit more free time than anyone else Anakin knows with the clearance levels, like Order members that are actively involved in the war effort.
Anakin dithers and panics and Mace, trying to be helpful, tells him that plenty of Jedi have made friends among the Senate over the years, didn't you know Qui-Gon Jinn was a personal friend of Former Chancellor Valorum?
At any rate, Anakin goes to Padme and asks her to explain it to him, because she knows how to phrase things so he gets it.
Anakin has to have her pause and he goes outside and destroys some things halfway through.
(Anakin maybe thinks back to the times Padmé or Obi-Wan were really obviously frustrated and when he asked, they said stuff like “I can’t stand Palpatine rn, sorry Anakin I know he’s important to you and you don’t want to talk about politics, let’s just talk about something else.”)
(Obi-Wan: I don’t trust Palpatine
Anakin: you just don’t like politicians in general
Obi-Wan: yes that is also true)
(Obi-Wan does like Bail and Padme but he does also talk a bit about how politicians generally aren’t to be trusted.)
#Anakin Skywalker#Sheev Palpatine#Jedi High Council#Mace Windu#fix it fic#star wars#star wars prequels#Phoenix Posts#Padme Naberrie
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Good morning. Let me explain
About my salty Star Wars Outburst last night.
This whole no attachments bullshit has to stop.
1. Luke is a hypocrite with his loving and close relationship with his twin sister.
2. Love saved Luke’s life in the form of Anakin’s love for him.
3. Ahsoka rejected the Jedi and their teachings a couple decades ago and now she’s just standing back and letting Luke do...this? In what universe?
4. “Master Skywalker” bulllllllshit. Jedi Knight Skywalker at fucking best.
5. Din knows this is all horseshit. So do we.
6. This better serve as some sort of wakeup call for Luke when Grogu says “fuck your lightsaber I knew Yoda and he ain’t shit give me that armor.”
7. Star Wars is just a never-ending circle of traumatic events that no one learns from. Even when they have the correct information to do so.
8. It’s boring to have people make the same mistakes over and over and over.
9. I’m officially tired of this shit.
10. Fuck the traditional Jedi ways THIS IS WHY THEY FELL. They took in a traumatized kid and didn’t address his trauma. He got manipulated and it caused their downfall. Ahsoka and Grogu were there. LUKE WITNESS ANAKIN’S SALVATION.
11. LEARN SOMETHING.
12. It has officially gotten old.
#Star Wars#and the vicious cycle of trauma no one learns from#I cannot believe I'm tired of star wars#I love star wars#but omg
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No One Can Kill a Jedi
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn X GN!Reader
Warnings: Obligatory old man warning, no smut if you can believe it, lads.
Word Count: Idk like 700 or smth
Summary: Local Coruscant library worker thirsts after some old Jedi.
A/N: I'm on my Qui-Gon bullshit and I'm taking you all down WITH ME! This takes place prior to The Phantom Menace and is pre-Obi Wan becoming Jinn's Padawan.
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Qui-Gon Jinn was different from the other Jedi, you knew that from the moment he strode into the library on Coruscant. Knights like him were a common sight since the temple was mere blocks away, but rarely did they ever set foot in the library where you worked.
The Jedi could be found almost every Zhellday, seated at a table in the far corner, holocrons spread out before him like chess pieces.
Occasionally, he would pause to ask you for assistance, his gunmetal eyes lighting up as you guided him to the section he sought.
His studies seemed to focus on the Wellspring of Life and ancient texts on the Force. You had once asked him why he did not use the library in the temple and he had merely replied that he preferred the privacy here.
You had left it at that.
Over time, you grew accustomed to the Jedi's presence, often stopping by his table to ask him for news from the outer rim and of the conflicts of the galaxy. Qui-Gon always smiled warmly and regaled you with a tale of his escapades since the last time you spoke.
You found his deep voice and shining eyes captivating, often getting lost in his stories for minutes before another patron pulled you away.
Jinn was handsome, there was no denying that. When he spoke, he often stood close to you, leaning in to stay quiet for the others in the library. Sometimes, he would rest a hand on your arm and your heart would flutter like a schoolgirl.
And you supposed a crush was harmless- after all, the Jedi were forbidden by code to love or form attachments. Part of that made you sad, though, knowing he could never be yours.
"Is something troubling you?" Qui-Gon's gentle voice startled you from the daydream you had been engrossed in behind your desk.
"Oh, no-" you felt your ears grow warm, "just...daydreaming."
The Jedi smiled softly and chuckled, "It must have been an excellent one, judging by your expression."
You thought of the dream- of the way you had almost been able to feel Qui-Gon's lips on yours, and you cleared your throat loudly, "It was," you gulped, "Just thoughts of home."
You wondered if the Force gave Jedi the ability to detect a lie. If it did, Jinn gave no hint that he knew the truth, and only smiled before heading to his usual table.
You stared after him longingly, still dreaming of his lips on yours and his hands in your hair.
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You found it strange when you didn't see Qui-Gon for several weeks. You found yourself worrying that he had been injured, or worse, killed, on one of his outer rim missions. Every time the mechanical door whirred open, your head snapped up, searching for the Jedi.
By the fourth week, your heart had grown heavy. You knew it wasn't uncommon for Jedi to die in their line of work- they were, after all, the peacekeepers of the galaxy. But still, his absence weighed heavily on you, and the emptiness at his usual table broke your heart.
Closing time was lonely without the Jedi’s presence- the few late patrons cleared out slowly and you took to cleaning the tables and re-shelving holocrons. You were bent low over a table, engrossed in your work, when you heard the door whirr open.
“We’re closing-” your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes fell on Qui-Gon framed in the doorway. You let out a small gasp at the sight of him and despite your misgivings, you ran to the Jedi and threw your arms around him.
Qui-Gon stumbled back a step, surprised at your action, but quickly returned the gesture.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, “I was worried.”
The Jedi chuckled and smoothed a hand through your hair, sending butterflies into your chest. “Sorry to have worried you,” he murmured as he pulled away gently.
He was so close. You could take in every detail of his face. Every small line, every faint hint of gray hair peppered in his beard-
The kiss caught you off guard and you almost pulled away reflexively. You thought maybe you were dreaming, fast asleep at one of the library tables- but no, the Jedi was kissing you. He was pulling you in close, one broad hand cupping the small of your back, and you felt like your knees would give out any moment.
When the two of you finally moved apart, Qui-Gon's eyes were locked on yours and your head was spinning.
"I thought-" you paused, choosing your next words carefully, "the Jedi Code-"
Qui-Gon smiled, radiant and warming-
"Not all of us adhere to such a strict code."
#qui-gon jinn#jedi#star wars#qui-gon jinn x reader#reminder that Liam Neeson is 6'4 lol#i used 'murmured' in this fic lmao#im bullying myself
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so i hate to even have to make this post but since the straw has broken the camel’s back, i guess i should make my own post about this. this is an extension from this post where i definitively proved that englishlady, aka tragicfantasy-girl, is a right wing fascist. remember the one post where i was saying to block her and had a list of her online handles where she will *actively* go out of her way to find people and harass them, well, i was looking up her twitter handle to block her and ended up scrolling through the ‘most popular’ tweets in the results. and boyyyy was i not even surprised a bit lmao it’s how i knew definitively without fandom bullshit that she was a right wing fascist
every time someone was talking about fascism, she would, without fail, bring up communism
like again, i’m not surprised. she pretty much did the whole ‘chinese communism’ bullshit when i was talking about the english empire and she tried to do it as a ‘gotcha’ and acted like it wasn’t the racist bull it actually is since 1) it wasn’t even relevant and 2) she identified i was asian and wanted to use my race against me.... like a racist. which is something she does all the time apparently. she’s literally incapable of sticking to one topic and actually admitting that people like her do horrible things.
speaking of racism, let’s take a look at that, shall we?
yeah nothing like telling african people to use their ‘own swearing’ instead of ‘white people’s’ huh. and colonial??? lmaooo they did call her a slag which is british soooo i’m surprised she wasn’t impressed.
she pretends to be an advocate for the down trodden and will constantly talk about how she ‘stands up’ for abuse victims and against ableism and sexism, and again i ask: this you?
she cries a lot about being called a fascist and genocide apologist when 1) she’s against antifa and 2) literally keeps calling genocide a ‘modern term’ as a ‘gotcha’ against people calling the jedi genocide a uhhhhh genocide. even constantly pulls out the definition when even the bbc website says that there’s an ongoing debate about the definition being too narrow since it wouldn’t include *checks notes* literally most genocides. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-11108059
again, bringing up poc against poc violence IS racism when you’re using it to shut down white against poc violence.
not a surprise that she’s a zionist since they’re actively committing genocide and she brushes it off because they’re.... not indigenous.... (https://ccrjustice.org/sites/default/files/attach/2016/10/Background%20on%20the%20term%20genocide%20in%20Israel%20Palestine%20Context.pdf and https://www.amnesty.org/en/location/middle-east-and-north-africa/israel-and-occupied-palestinian-territories/report-israel-and-occupied-palestinian-territories/)
again, don’t want to be called a fascist and genocide apologist? then stop acting like one. i could literally pinpoint that she was a right winger (self proclaimed even apparently) just by her arguments in fandom. she’s right about one thing i guess, that words DO have meaning and when your words identify you as a piece of shit, then that means you’re a piece of shit. not sorry at all.
i have more proof (such as her crying about islamists and saying christians are the most persecuted people) but i’m leaving it at this because i’m legit tired of this right wing troll. wish she would go back to twitter and making awful political statements so we wouldn’t have to see her pretending to be an advocate for abuse when she’s the textbook definition of an abuser. just block her. stop interacting with her. the best way to defeat a fascist is to stop giving them a platform and run them out.
edit: by the way, karen, ‘karen’ isn’t even a sexist term. it originated from black people in america who constantly were harassed by white women who weaponised their whiteness to *call the cops* against the black people. surprised your pick me poc didn’t tell you that.
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Rant Warning
Jedi bashing Warning
I love Obi-wan, but he was not the best master for a student. He became a full Jedi early and immediately got an apprentice afterwards, when usually it's a few years before a knight even thinks about getting one. He still had a lot to learn and he wasn't given any time to grieve, though Yoda would probably tell him to 'let it go into the force'. Speaking of, I really don't think the Jedi's way of handling emotion is very healthy. Look at how Anakin turned out. Why did they let a toddler be alone with a politician??? Who cares if he's a senator, most politicians are corrupt and he was like 40 years older. WHY DID THEY LEAVE A LITERAL CHILD WITH AN OLD, SUSPICIOUSLY MOTIVATED MAN? Why did Anakin feel like he only had Palps to turn to? Why didn't he have a bigger support system? Obi-wan tried, but he wasn't entirely up to the task. He didn't know what to do with a kid, especially a kid who Qui-gon was so ready to have replace him. The Jedi council didn't want to train Anakin from the beginning because he was "too old" and that probably helped with him believing the council hated him and not trusting them. So there Anakin was, close to 0 friends because he didn't have any age mates who he grew up with, a mentor who wasn't ready to mentor, and a council that he distrusted and they distrusted him in turn. Is it really a wonder how he turned out? Also, the 'no attachments' rule is absolute (excuse my language) BULLSHIT. I understand their philosophy of "being attached to someone leads to the dark side", at least a little, but what it should be is "you can have attachments as long as you are able to let them go when the time comes". Anakin's 'attachment' is what saved Ashoka and Barriss when they were buried in rubble in that one clone wars episode. The Jedi have forgotten the distinction between knowing when to stop, and knowing when continuing is what's gonna keep people from dying. They're "peacekeepers" supposedly, but what does that mean? True peace would be, as Ultron did in What If, the total destruction of everything. The elimination of the universe and all life in it. Jedi keep the peace, but there was never any peace in a galaxy where there are differences that have caused conflict and always will cause conflict. Peacekeeping is a noble but absolutely useless ideal that is utterly impossible to achieve. What the Jedi should have been was protectors. They should have protected the innocent, dug out the corrupt, ended slavery, they should have actually DONE something instead of sitting in their temple and answering to the beck and call of some government. Why the hell did they build their temple on coruscant of all places? They should've gotten their own planet and underground information web to supply their mission assignments. Be their own task force to liberate the oppressed, supply those in need, give "villains" therapy, that kind of thing. But they weren't. And Luke tried to recreate the Jedi Order (off of very, very limited information btw) so really that was gonna end badly either way. Don't hang on to the past man, should've made that hero task force. The Jedi weren't perfect like they tried to be, so don't try to be perfect. Perfection is an opinion. What you can do, is try your best. Try to be your best, do your best, and do it with the support of your friends and family. If normal people can have attachments without going off and murdering people with their guns and blasters, the Jedi could've too. They just needed a support system and a therapist or five.
And I haven't even MENTIONED ethicality of the clone wars. God that was such a mess. Thank the lord this is all fiction.
Now a REAL example of true Jedi would be Plo-koon. Or at least, he's what a Jedi should be. If only he wasn't limited. If only he could've adopted all his bois.
#I was writing this in the comment section of a Star Wars YouTube video#but I decided to spare them this long-ass rant#and post it here where it might be appreciated#star wars#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#the Jedi council#the jedi#plo koon#is best man#best jedi#best boi#best dad#hes the best and I hate how he died#his sons killed him T-T#Jedi council bashing#the Jedi code#is like#6 lines#and it sucks
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Significant Strides in Relations
Author: Merlyn Bane
Word Count: 10.3K (shut up, don't @ me okay)
Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi manages to catch the attention of his attache on a diplomatic mission.
Warnings: Adult Content™. Strong language, smut. Virgin!Obi I guess. Unprotected sex--wrap it up!
A/N: Did I come back from the dead just to post some completely self-indulgent bullshit? Yes I did. This is like 3.7K worth of smut with like 5K worth of justification and like 1K of Skywalker bullshit at the end and I'm not sorry about any of it. I would also just like to blame @no-droids and their Open Door series for giving me a Thing for Obi-Wan in the first place.
(gif found on google, not mine)
You want to fuck the Jedi.
And, yeah, sure, you feel a little bit bad about it. You know enough about the Order to know that that's something the Jedi don't do--if the poor man knew the direction your thoughts had taken, he'd probably be scandalized. You can clearly imagine his face turning, just, scarlet, especially because you do mean fuck.
Obi-Wan Kenobi is visiting your planet on a diplomatic mission that you haven't been briefed on the particulars of, and you've been assigned to him as an attaché during his stay--tending to his needs, making sure he's comfortable while he's here. It's a function you've performed many, many times as part of your duties to the royal family, but Kenobi has been...particularly pleasant, to work with. The Jedi is kind, treats you like an equal even though you're technically working for him for the time being, and he's funny. You hadn't realized the Jedi were allowed a sense of humor, but Maker, this one is sarcastic, constantly teasing with a playful glint in his blue eyes that is...not helping you with the whole 'wanting to irredeemably corrupt him' problem that you're currently having.
You show up at his quarters just before breakfast to collect him as you have for the last two days and he's already there waiting for you, opening the door just as you're coming to a stop in front of it. Kenobi gives you a gracious smile as he steps into the hallway with you, letting the door slide closed behind him, and you return it before turning to start making your way to the dining hall. He falls in step next to you and despite the fact that he really isn't walking that close to you, you swear you can feel him there. "Good morning, young one."
You snort softly, scrunching your nose up as you give him an unimpressed side-eye. "Young one? You realize I'm within five years of you? I think you spend too much time with your old padawan and not enough with your peers, Kenobi."
The Jedi chuckles next to you, looking suitably sheepish as he grins over at you. "My apologies, my lady," he says, and you can tell that he's teasing you lightly. You roll your eyes but don't correct him--no, instead you internalize it, and his innocent my lady gets cataloged away with the rest of the impure thoughts that have been plaguing you since you saw him in the great hall upon his arrival. "I meant no offense."
"None was taken."
The conversation sort of just...drifts off, and you take the time to study his features out of the corner of your eye while he's looking ahead. The Jedi is...handsome, and frankly you think it's very unfair of the Order to lock all of that up under a chastity vow. The lines of his face are classical, look like they could have been carved from marble--only accentuated by the scruff of the beard lining a jaw you kind of want to sink your teeth into.
And, Maker. His eyes. The clearest crystal blue, like twin glaciers, piercing directly into your soul every time you meet them but...gentle. Always gentle. You know he's as talented a warrior as he is a negotiator, you've heard the stories, but you would never know it from his pretty eyes.
"What are your plans for the day, Master Kenobi? Since there won't be any official matters taking place today." It's the third day of the week, and on your planet it is considered inappropriate to do such work then. Most of your people will be in services today, to include the royal family. You probably should be, but you had offered to stay behind and continue to assist the Jedi--you've never cared for such things, anyway, and you certainly think he makes for better company.
Kenobi turns his head just enough to give you a small smile before he looks forward again, humming softly as he considers his answer. "I will likely confer with the Council this afternoon, update them on how the negotiations are going. Perhaps I will take some time to meditate, as well. You may have most of the day to yourself." It's quiet for a moment, then: "And you may just call me Obi-Wan, if you wish."
Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan--
It does not escape your attention that this isn't an offer that was even extended to your employers, who he's supposed to be here on the sole purpose of brokering an agreement with. They've still been using titles with each other, you know they have. Fuck. "Obi-Wan," you repeat, hoping that it escapes his notice how much you find that you like the way it feels on your tongue. Obi-Wan. "If you find you have the time, later, maybe I could show you around a little more. There are some places on the palace grounds I think you might enjoy."
The Jedi hums again, and you can see that he's still smiling when you look over at him. "I will certainly keep that in mind."
You reach the dining hall only a few minutes later, and go your separate ways once you've gotten your food. You find a seat at one of the far tables tucked into a corner that's already populated by a couple of your fellow staff members, making sure to sit so that you're facing him so he can get your attention if he needs it. You're being elbowed almost the second your ass hits the seat, the girl to your left clearly desperate for whatever gossip she thinks you have as she leans in and whispers at you in hushed tones.
"Maker, you've got a dreamy one. You're so lucky, I was assigned to--"
You're not even listening, not really--tuning her out while you tuck into your breakfast. You suppose you don't have any real right to be so annoyed with her, truthfully, given that you've been having similar thoughts about him yourself all morning and for most of the last couple of days, but you find that you are anyway. The girl doesn't even seem to realize that you're ignoring her, continuing to chatter at you until one of the other people at your table manages to redirect her attention, if not the subject.
You tell yourself that the reason your attention stays focused on the Jedi is in case he needs you for anything but you're not very convincing, even to yourself. Your mind wanders while you eat, formulating scenarios that all seem to end with Obi-Wan between your thighs. Most of these thoughts are generally nonsensical, idle flashes and half-strung together images, but some of them come through with alarming clarity.
I want to suck his cock.
The Jedi suddenly chokes on whatever it is he's just eaten.
You instinctively shift to stand up to try and help him but his companion is already there, smacking his back with more force than you think is probably necessary and laughing loudly enough that you can hear him from your table. Skywalker, you think his name is. He's still chuckling when they settle back down, despite the thoroughly unamused looks Obi-Wan is shooting him. You snort quietly to yourself and Skywalker turns his head to look at you like he can sense your eyes on them. Your eyes meet for a second, two, and then to your horror he winks at you.
Your stomach sinks. No. No, no. No. He's just winking at you because he caught you looking over at them, right? Jedi can't. Jedi can't read minds, right? Surely not. The younger Jedi raises an eyebrow at you, the edge of his lip curving into what can only be called a smirk, and you really. Just need the ground to open up and swallow you whole right here. Maker. You're going to have to work with Obi-Wan for the next couple of days--how the fuck are you supposed to look him in the eyes, now, knowing that he's heard you this entire time?
Breakfast passes both entirely too quickly and not near quickly enough, and before you know it, both Jedi are getting to their feet. You curse quietly under your breath and stand yourself, disposing of your tray before you manage to make yourself walk back over to join them. You still have a job to do, regardless of whether or not you want to dig yourself a nice deep hole to die in right now. You do your best to force a smile once you reach them, really trying your absolute hardest to pretend that none of...that, had just happened. Like you haven't been caught lusting over Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi by the man himself.
Skywalker is the first to speak, that Maker-forsaken grin still plastered firmly in place on his face when he does. "Hello,"
You think he's having entirely too much fucking fun with this, frankly.
Obi-Wan seems to agree with you, if the look he gives his companion then is anything to go by. You swallow, doing your best to reign in your composure as you raise a hand to wave at him in response before turning back to the man you're supposed to be assisting. "Are you--" you pause, clearing your throat before continuing. "Are you ready to return to your rooms?"
Maker. Maker. Why did you have to say--
"Quite," Obi-Wan answers before you can stutter out an apology, giving Skywalker what can only be described as a warning look before he turns back to follow you. Your gaze stays all but permanently affixed to the floor as you start making your way down the hall, the only thing indicating that he's still beside you the sound of his boots on the tile.
You can feel his eyes on you when you reach his door but you still can't bring yourself to meet them, clearing your throat awkwardly and folding your hands behind your back in a bid to stop yourself from picking at your thumbnail from the nervous energy that's suddenly coursing through your body. "I. I hope you have a pleasant rest of your day," you manage to stutter out, taking your leave before he can say anything to stop you.
You end up having a couple of hours to yourself to stew in the privacy of your own room before anyone comes for you.
You groan quietly when you hear the knock at your door but haul yourself to your feet and make your way over anyway, pushing your hair out of your face. You frown minutely when you find one of your coworkers standing there. Kaljova--she's assigned to Skywalker, if you recall correctly. She seems vaguely concerned with the state you're in but is kind enough not to comment on it, giving you a polite smile instead. "Master Kenobi has asked for you," Kaljova tells you, and has the grace to pretend to not notice the way your face falls with it.
"Do you know what he needs?" you ask her, blessedly managing to keep your voice even. You reach down to grab your cloak from the table by your door and tie it around your shoulders without waiting for her to actually answer, stepping out into the hallway and letting your door close behind you.
She shakes her head, shrugging a little bit. "Master Skywalker didn't say, I'm sorry."
You shake your head, sighing softly but giving her a small, reassuring smile. "It's okay. Thank you for letting me know."
She returns your smile and nods once before she turns around and leaves you to your own devices again. You groan quietly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you work up the nerve to actually make your way to the visiting diplomat wing where you know he's waiting for you. It takes you a couple of minutes but you do manage to make your feet move eventually and they carry you there far faster than you'd have liked them to.
You swallow harshly and close your eyes for a second before reaching up to knock on his door, bracing yourself. Maker, he probably wants to talk about it, clear the air or whatever, and you are just...absolutely not even a little bit equipped to deal with that right now, frankly. You're able to school your features as the door slides open but just barely, and you stop breathing altogether when you look up and meet those pretty blue eyes.
And he seems...surprised to see you.
That kriffing--
"You...didn't send for me, did you?"
Obi-Wan shakes his head, looking more confused if possible, and you just sigh quietly, giving him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I think there was a...miscommunication." And I'm going to kill your fucking padawan. "I'll just--I'll just go." You raise a hand in a very awkward not-wave and turn on your heel to go, but then.
The Jedi gently grabs you by the elbow, and everything stops for a moment.
Goddammit.
"Wait," Obi-Wan says, softly--like he's trying not to spook you. You take a deep, stuttering breath, and sigh it out, relaxing where you stand as you give up on getting out of this. "I believe...it would be a good idea, if we talked."
Yeah, that's. That's pretty much what you figured, unfortunately.
"I'm very sorry, if I made you uncomfortable, I...I didn't know you could--" Didn't know you could hear me.
"I know," he tells you, just as gently as before, and you reluctantly turn just enough to be able to face him. His eyes are soft when they regard you, and you find your breathing evening out despite yourself--wondering idly how much of it is actively his doing. "Just...come inside. Please."
You can't find it in yourself to deny him so you nod, letting him lead you into the room and trying to pretend that you can't feel your heart stop when the door slides shut behind you. Obi-Wan seems to notice you not knowing what to do with yourself because he gestures to one of the chairs in the sitting area, sitting down in the one opposite it once you're settled. It's quiet for a moment as both of you seem to search for the right words.
"I would like to begin by apologizing for Anakin," he says finally, and you snort as the words register. He gives you a wry smile in return, and continues. "He means well, but he can be...thoughtless, in his humor, at times. Particularly when it is at my expense."
"He sounds like he must have been a joy to train."
That earns you an almost startled sounding laugh out of the Jedi, which manages to get a real smile out of you. "I fear he may have also misled you, to an extent." He tells you, not quite meeting your eyes now as he scratches at his beard. You give him a questioning look and he sighs softly, leaning back in his chair. "We...can hear thoughts, but only if we go looking and it is considered very inappropriate to do so without reason."
You feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, then, and you tilt your head at him. "But you…?"
Obi-Wan winces, and nods. "You may have...projected, this morning, inadvertently. It was...rather loud, and my guards were not as firmly in place as they probably should have been."
Oh. So you'd shouted it at him, then. Great. "Oh."
"I had...gotten a sense of the direction of your thoughts, before that, but you were acting very professionally so thought it best to pay it no mind."
That's...very kind of him, actually, to have simply ignored it even though it must have made him uncomfortable, especially when he so easily could have just told you to knock it off or requested a different attache. You clear your throat, finding yourself picking at your thumbnail again. "I appreciate that."
"You needn't be embarrassed, you know." the Jedi murmurs softly, and you look up to meet his gaze despite yourself. He smiles at you a little bit, then, and it brings something very warm into those blue eyes of his that almost makes you just a little lightheaded. "These things happen. You're only human, you can't be expected to have complete control of your thoughts all the time."
"You do," you point out, just because you feel the need to. "Jedi do. So I'm told."
"We spend our whole lives learning to try." he amends, and there's something so human in the way that he grins that suddenly, all you want to do is lean over and kiss him. "It is a constant exercise, not a skill that can be mastered."
"Still. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable this week."
"Uncomfortable might not be the right word for it, speaking truthfully," Obi-Wan admits, so quietly that you're almost not even sure he's really said it at all. And--Maker, is he implying what it sounds like he's implying? You know your eyes must be just about bugging out of your head with the shock but he mercifully either doesn't notice or pretends not to, scratching at his beard again as he seems to consider his next words, and you...really need him to stop doing that. It's becoming hard enough to maintain your focus as it is. "There were times where I was perhaps...tempted."
You stare at him, blankly, blinking slowly as the words process. Tempted tempted tempted-- "I thought Jedi couldn't…"
Obi-Wan clears his throat, and suddenly he's the one looking unsettled. "Technically, the Code prohibits intimacy, attachment. It...says nothing about the act itself."
Oh. Oh.
You're still staring at him, just completely dumbstruck, so the Jedi seems to decide to take it upon himself to continue talking and fill the space. "For most of us it ends with the same result, functionally, but. Technically."
Maker, get it together. You feel like you're on a several second delay, having great difficulty processing this new information, let alone giving him the verbal response to it that he's clearly waiting for, now. "Have you--"
"Almost. Once. When I was a padawan myself. My master and I were stationed on Mandalore at the time, assigned to protect the Duchess."
You're grinning, now, you can feel it tugging at the edges of your mouth. Maker, you suddenly need to know this story like you need to breathe. "What happened?"
Stars, you swear you can see the tips of his ears turn red. "Qui-Gon caught us. It has...certainly dissuaded me from making any attempts since."
You laugh. You can't help it. Suddenly you're laughing so hard it nearly hurts, grasping your middle with one hand while wiping tears from your eyes with the other. You would feel worse about it if Obi-Wan didn't look so amused himself. "Oh, you poor thing." you snort before your brain can catch up with your mouth, and you feel your own face heat when you realize the implication of what you've just said to him. Way to go, Ace.
Except...he's still grinning at you, amusement dancing in those blue eyes, and all the air seems to rush out of the room when they lock on your own. Kriff. "Are you suggesting that I'm missing out, then?"
He's teasing you, the bastard, and all of sudden it makes you feel bold. You lean forward in your chair, then, resting your elbows on your knees as you encroach on his space and pull your lower lip between your teeth.. "I'm not suggesting anything, Master Kenobi," you all but purr at him, "but should you be interested in finding out for yourself…"
The offer hangs in the air between you, then, like a lit fuse while you just stare at each other, both waiting to see if the other will make the next move.
"And what might this...demonstration...entail?"
"Nothing you aren't completely on board with," you tell him immediately, because if this happens--Maker, if--it is absolutely imperative to you that he enjoys himself just as much as you do. Which...gives you an idea, actually. "I make sure my partners have a good time. Haven't done my job if they don't."
Fuck, the Jedi's eyes are blown. His pupils have nearly overtaken those pretty blue irises and it makes your breath catch with how much you want to ruin him. You can feel the tension rising in the room between you, feeding on and feeding into your arousal in a vicious cycle. He swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob with it and narrowly resist the urge to bite him. "Oh?"
Kriff, you need to leave before you fuck him right here and ruin your plans. You give him a small, soft smile and stand, padding over to him. His eyes track each movement, his head tilting back to gaze up at you when you come to stand between his knees, and you can see how ragged his breathing's gone at the sudden proximity. You reach out and let your palm wrap around the line of his jaw, your fingernails scratching lightly through the coarse hairs of his beard, and the Jedi's eyes fall closed before you even lean in. He gasps when your mouth brushes against his own, the faintest whisper of a kiss, and your smile widens. "I think, that you deserve to be seduced properly, Obi-Wan," you breathe. "I'm not going to fuck you, Baby, not just yet. When you really want it--then I'll give it to you."
It takes several seconds before he's able to get words out again, and when he does you can barely hear what he's saying from the rasp in them. "I think, my lady," he pants, "that you are being exceedingly cruel."
You chuckle softly, letting your thumb brush across his lower lip before you straighten up and take a step back, ignoring the almost whine that escapes his throat when you do. "Perhaps."
For the rest of the evening, you act as normal--as if none of the events of the day had taken place. You meet with Obi-Wan and escort him to the dining hall for dinner as usual and go your separate ways once your trays are piled high. You do your best to resist the urge to glare daggers at the other Jedi, particularly when he grins and waves at you, but you are able to content yourself with the sharp look Obi-Wan gives him for it as he sits down. Dinner is uneventful despite Skywalker's best efforts, and passes quickly. You give Obi-Wan this time to...come down, essentially, to gather his wits back about him before you really set your plans into motion in the morning. You had left the Jedi absolutely wrecked this afternoon, and not only do you think it would be just a little unfair to begin your seduction in such a state, you're a little concerned that you might actually kill him if you overwhelm him so much all at once. So, you give him time to breathe.
Or at least, that is your intent.
The sudden drop almost seems to have the opposite effect. Obi-Wan's composure is, outwardly, as impeccable as always. No-one but you and Skywalker--you're sure--would be able to tell that anything's up. The only reason you do is because you still can't take your eyes off him so you notice the way his haven't left you, either. And, Maker, the way he looks at you. You almost want to give in, drag him back to his rooms now, but. You meant it earlier, when you said you thought he deserved better than that. The concept of virginity as a special thing is not one you've ever particularly put much stock in, yourself, but you know that this is, will be, a big deal for him whether he's willing to admit it or not. You want to give him at least this much. He might not be allowed true intimacy or emotional attachment, but that doesn't mean the sex has to be careless. You meant it, when you told him that you take care of your partners.
The next day, you start slow. Obi-Wan is actually fairly busy with the diplomatic mission he'd been sent here on in the first place, which makes that relatively simple. The only time you really get with him that morning is when you're escorting him to and from meetings, so you spend that time finding excuses to touch him. Subtle things, like adjusting already-straight the collar of his robes.
"Good morning, Obi-Wan,"
The Jedi steps out into the hall with you and lets the door close behind him, returning your greeting with an easy grin that makes your heart skip a beat. "Good morning. Where are we off too?"
"You have a meeting with the Chancellor, first. It'll be long and likely boring assuming Skywalker behaves himself, but productive." You give him a soft smile, stepping forward and looking up at him from under your lashes. He watches you intently, almost seeming to stop breathing for a second when you reach up and adjust the tan collar of his robes, your fingertips brushing lightly against the skin of his throat when you do. You let the moment linger a second longer than it needs to before you step back to a respectful distance and nod down the hallway. "Shall we?"
Brushing his hair out of his face when it's fallen into his eyes.
Obi-Wan looks about as tired as you expect him to when he comes out of his meeting a couple of hours later but he has a small smile for you when he sees you waiting for him in the hallway anyway. Skywalker follows him through the door seconds later but barely pays either of you any mind, grumbling something about breakfast as he follows Kaljova down the hall. The two of you stand there for another moment, glancing at each other and chuckling at the younger Jedi's irritation, and you notice idly that some of his blond hair's managed to fall out of place. You reach up to brush it back out of his eyes and bite your lip when they zero in on your own, and you find yourself leaning in further before you can stop yourself only for you to jump apart when the door slides open again. The Chancellor gives you both a polite nod as he takes his leave, completely unaware of what he'd interrupted, and you have to shake your head to clear it once he's out of sight. You can still feel the Jedi's eyes on you when you turn to make your way to the dining hall.
It continues this way, more or less, until lunch, when you decide to kick it up a notch going into the afternoon. You remember what he told you about being able to pick up on your feelings, at least in a general sense, whether he went looking for them or not so you decide to lean into that and let your mind run wild with the things you want to do to him. You're careful not to project any particulars at him this time but you can tell that he definitely takes notice when you start letting your thoughts wander.
You're still sitting in the dining hall at your separate tables, and you smirk lightly when his eyes snap up, watching them narrow when he realizes what you're doing. You maintain that eye contact shamelessly, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you try to imagine what's waiting for you underneath those robes. Skywalker's glancing back and forth between you and grinning but Obi-Wan ignores him completely, raising an eyebrow in your direction that you merely shrug at. You see him shift slightly in his seat after a little while of this and decide to lay off a bit--for now, at least.
Obi-Wan has to consult with the Jedi Council after lunch so you decide to have some mercy on him immediately leading up to that and take a break from your little game. You're sure he's still aware of the arousal boiling low in your belly while you walk him back to his rooms after lunch but you're not actively focusing on it now, letting yourself relax and the Jedi by extension.
It's during dinner that evening that you really kick it into high gear.
You're not even fully sure this is going to work, since you've only ever done it once and by accident, but watching Obi-Wan converse with Skywalker at their table, you know you want to try. So you focus your attention on the Jedi, and hone in on the thought of what you think it might be like to kiss him until you see him stiffen and you know he's got it. You keep going, feeding him different images that only grow more explicit as you grow bolder. Sucking and biting bruises into the skin of his throat and chest while you grind down against his cock. Looking right into his pretty blue eyes while you stroke that cock, watching him come apart when you finally take it into your mouth like you've wanted to do practically since you laid eyes on him. Riding him, burying your hands in his hair and swallowing his moans while you bounce in his lap.
Obi-Wan grits his teeth across the dining hall, gripping the edge of the table he's sitting at tightly and pointedly not looking at you while he tries to regain control of his breathing. Skywalker is staring at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed in total shock, and you only smirk back at him in response as you let the projection drop. You didn't necessarily want the other Jedi to see those things, truthfully, but you don't know how to control the projection well enough to block him out and he's been enough of a dick about the whole thing this week that you really don't feel all that badly about the fact that he looks like he kind of wants to bleach his brain, now.
You simply go back to your meal once you've dropped the projection, though you can't help the small grin that stays plastered on your face. The next few minutes pass that way, but then.
But then.
Well, projection goes both ways.
It feels sort of like a tickle, at first, at the edge of your mind--easily ignored. Then it turns into a gentle prodding, and when you look up to confirm your suspicions, his blue eyes are locked firmly on yours and it takes your breath away. He's...being remarkably gentle with you, knowing that no-one's ever been in your head before like this, waiting for you to relax and let him in in a complete roll reversal that shocks you. You barely manage to contain the gasp when you do, because he's suddenly pushing images back at you. Obi-Wan thinks back to how your fingers had felt in his hair this morning, and then reimagines that feeling with you in his lap, tangled in his hair while you kiss him. Then, fuck. With his head between your thighs. He stops and focuses in on this one, imagining as many details as he can manage as he pushes it to you. Your hands pulling on the blond strands while his grip your thighs, holding you open as his tongue laves through the folds of your cunt.
The moment feels like a tipping point, and both of you know exactly what is going to happen once this meal is over.
You're so pent up and aroused when it's finally time to leave that you're lightheaded with it but somehow you manage to get to your feet anyway, and thankfully you don't end up having to deal with Skywalker at all because Obi-Wan is out of his seat first this time and meets you halfway. There's something in the air between you, something tense and charged, and you know you need to get him back to his rooms now. He seems to be on the same page because he wastes no time in following you out of the dining hall, and his strides are longer enough than usual that you actually struggle just a little bit to keep up.
And there's something so…juvenile about this, rushing off and sneaking around, but it's...fun. You feel almost like a teenager again, truthfully, so eager to get him alone somewhere private so you can get your hands on him that you're all but running down the hallway to get there.
You're on the Jedi the moment the door closes behind you but he's right there with you, pulling you in for a kiss that's all enthusiasm and little finesse but heats your blood anyway. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you tug him closer and he moans with it, his own hands finding your face and framing it gently. You run the tip of your tongue along his lower lip and press forward when his mouth opens into it on a gasp, licking into his mouth until he has to pull away to breathe.
Maker, he already looks a mess; beautifully flushed with his hair all askew and his pupils blown wide. It makes you want to do, just, unspeakable things, but you know you still have to take your time and ease him into it or this will all be over too fast and you can't have that.
"Go...go sit on the bed," you murmur, putting a hand on his chest as you step back and take a second to try and get your wits back about you. "Take your boots off. And your cloak."
And, Kriff, he does it immediately, nodding at you with that just fucking wrecked look in his eyes before he turns to do exactly what you told him, laying his cloak over the back of one of the chairs and padding over to the bed where he sits on the edge before leaning over to take his boots off. You watch him the whole time, almost high on the heady feeling that comes with this hyper-competent Jedi Master doing whatever you tell him to.
You take your time in joining him, partially to tease and partially just because you need those extra few moments. His eyes track every movement as you remove your own cloak, laying it next to his as you toe your shoes off, and you give him a small smile as you make your way over to the bed. Obi-Wan's breath hitches when you climb up onto it and seems to stop altogether when you carefully settle yourself on his lap, his hands fisting at his sides until you reach down to take them gently and guide them to your waist. "You can touch me," you purr, running your nose along the line of his jaw and grinning to yourself when his grip suddenly tightens with it. "It's encouraged, in fact."
He snorts quietly, so breathily that you almost miss it, and starts rubbing circles into your sides with his thumbs. "Noted," he rasps, and you grin wider before you press a kiss just under his jaw. The Jedi shivers with it and the reaction emboldens you so you continue downward, pressing kisses along his skin until you reach the collar of his robe and then you're working at the belt of his robes, eager to get at more of his skin. Obi-Wan seems to still have enough presence of mind to help you, shrugging out of the first two layers once you're able to get them open and discarding them to the side carelessly. You reluctantly have to pull back so you can yank his undershirt over his head but then his whole torso is exposed for your viewing pleasure, so you decide you're alright with the short interruption.
"See something you like?" Obi-Wan quips breathlessly after a few seconds of you shamelessly studying every line and pane of his chest and you only smirk at him an answer, leaning back in his lap to get a better view and darting your tongue out to wet your lower lip.
"What are the odds of anyone seeing you without the robes?"
His eyebrows knit together momentarily like he doesn't know what you're asking, but he seems to put the pieces together when you suddenly duck back down and lick a broad stripe along the line of his collarbone. His hips jerk up with a broken moan before he's able to manage an answer, his head tilting back and further exposing his throat. "Un-unlikely," he gasps out, and you're grinning again as you start pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses lower until you find a spot on his pec that pleases you and you stop and suck. The Jedi gasps raggedly, his fingers digging into your waist as he tries to ground himself, but you don't stop until you know a bruise will bloom there. "Something to remember you by?" he hisses, and you chuckle softly as you trace the round little blemish with the tip of your finger.
"Oh, Baby, I don't think you're going to have any difficulty with that with or without a few little...reminders."
Obi-Wan moans again, low in his throat, when you start pressing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his chest, gasping out and trembling the first time you let him feel teeth. His hips buck again and then it's your turn to gasp when his cock rubs right up against your cunt--already so, so hard. And, Maker, it is not a small bulge. What's he hiding under all of those neutral fabrics? You leave a meandering line of bites and hickeys all the way down his chest, ignoring the way he whines when you shift back off of his lap so you can continue down to his stomach. He leans back on his palms, then, watching you intently with dark eyes that make your pussy clench between your thighs, and his breath catches in his throat when your hands find the ties of his trousers. "What are you--"
"Told you I wanted to suck your cock," you remind him, biting your lip as you start undoing them--slowly enough to give him ample opportunity to stop you if he wants. "That alright with you?"
The Jedi nods mutely, suddenly seeming at a loss for words, and you smirk as you sit back on your knees and start pulling them down his thighs until he springs free, and--
Kriff--how fucking dare the Order deprive the galaxy of this magnificent cock?
He's not the longest you've ever seen, per se, but he's thick enough that you almost wonder how you're going to take this thing and beautifully flushed, with defined veins that you just know are going to feel incredible inside you. You lean in to lick a stripe right up the underside of it before you can stop yourself and Obi-Wan cries out at the sudden stimulation and shakes, falling backwards onto his back. You moan softly at the response you pull out of him and lean up until you're able to take the head into your mouth, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut and grips the bedspread until his knuckles go white and unravels. "Watch me," you tell him, taking him in your palm and pumping slowly while you wait for him to respond, "Wanna see those pretty blue eyes."
He forces them open just like you told him to, keeping them trained on you as he bites down on his lower lip and takes a shaky breath and you take him into your mouth again, satisfied. He cries out again but a little quieter this time, and you hum around his cock as you start bobbing up and down on it slowly, almost teasingly so, holding his hips down as best you can so you control the pace. You definitely want to feel him come down the back of your throat at some point, but this isn't the time for that. You have every intent of him coming buried deep inside you tonight.
It becomes something of a game, figuring out exactly what he likes. Hollowing your cheeks to make your mouth tighter around him and moaning until he gasps. Teasing the slit at the top with the very tip of your tongue until you swear you hear him curse. And then you take him to the root.
And, Maker, he swears when he bottoms out and it shouldn't be so insanely hot hearing those words come from this ordinarily so well put-together Jedi but it is. You realize how close he's approaching his end so you reluctantly pull off of his cock, then, ignoring the whine that escapes from high in his throat when you do so. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand while you try and catch your breath, which is not made any easier by the way he's looking at you. You know you must look just as wrecked as he does, now, all flushed skin and swollen lips, but if you didn't know better you would genuinely think the man was about to eat you alive. "I think, my lady," he rasps finally, after several seconds of staring at each other, "that you may be slightly overdressed."
Kriff. You glance down at the tunic and trousers that you are, in fact, still wearing, before looking up to meet his eyes again. You maintain that eye contact as you sit back up on your knees, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you slowly start undoing the laces holding the top closed. Obi-Wan watches each movement like it's the most mesmerizing thing he's ever seen, pupils blown so wide they've almost completely obscured the blue. He groans quietly when the tunic slips from your shoulders, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip when your breasts come into full view. "Is that better?"
He shakes his head mutely, swallowing harshly as he seems to try to gather the words. "I want--may I--kriff, lay back. Please." His gaze follows you closely as you slowly lower yourself down onto your elbows, intensely curious what he's about to do. The Jedi takes a deep breath like he's steeling himself and then he's shifting forward until his body stretches over top of yours, kicking his trousers the rest of the way off in the process, and it's your turn to gasp when you feel his lips brush against the underside of your jaw. He's holding himself up enough that you can't necessarily feel him press against you, but Maker, you can certainly feel the heat coming off of him and his warm breath against your throat. "I believe it's my turn," he murmurs by way of explanation, chuckling softly when your next breath comes out ragged.
"You don't--you don't have to do that," you moan, and Stars--you mean it, you do, especially this first time, but you will be just absolutely fucking inconsolable if he changes his mind right now especially after he went and put the fucking image in your head during dinner earlier.
He doesn't grace that with a verbal response but you're hardly complaining because he starts trailing kisses down the side of your neck instead, and Maker he must have been paying attention when you were doing this to him because you swear he's replicating the technique. "Tell me what you want," he murmurs lowly into the skin of your throat before nipping at it experimentally, listening to you gasp as he keeps talking. "Tell me how to please you, Darling."
His fingers find your nipple before you're able to even begin trying to formulate words and you cry out at the sudden stimulation, arching up into it. "F-Fuck, you're doing a pretty kriffing decent job already," you pant and he chuckles again, running his tongue along your collarbone like you'd done to him and moaning when he gets another ragged gasp for it. "Maker. U-Use your m-mouth,"
You think for a second that he's going to make some smartass comment about how he already is, but mercifully Obi-Wan seems to know what you're asking him for and decides to be kind about it. He continues exploring your breasts with his hand while he returns his mouth to your throat, licking and sucking his way down the column of it until he reaches your sternum where he stops to suck a bruise into the skin. He gets you so worked up by the time he reaches your breasts that you almost don't realize how close he's gotten until those blue eyes are flickering up to meet yours and he's taking your nipple into the blazing hot cavern of his mouth. You open your mouth on a wordless shout and start to writhe under him but he's right there, both hands coming down to your hips to hold you in place as he laves his tongue around the stiffening peak. Obi-Wan focuses his attention on your breast until you're whimpering and then switches to the other, moaning around your nipple when your fingers tangle in his hair.
"You like that, don't you?" you purr down at him, watching the Jedi through half-lidded eyes as he moans again in an affirmative. You pull, then, gently--experimentally, seeing if it's something he'll even like, and then he. Fucking bites you. "Fuck, Obi-Wan!"
"About as much as you liked that," the asshole grins at you impishly as he pulls away from your breast, leaning in to kiss you before you can call him on it. His hands find the top of your trousers once you relax into it, and he leans back to look at you as his fingers dip into the waistband. "May I?"
He starts pulling them down as soon as you nod your consent, sitting back and watching as every inch of skin is revealed until he's removed them completely and he tosses them to the side with the rest of your clothes, leaving you totally bare in front of him. Obi-Wan just...sits there for a moment, taking you in, and you let him, relaxing back against the mattress and smiling up at him.
"Beautiful," he breathes finally, returning your smile with a small one of his own before he's shifting down, keeping his eyes on yours as his lips brush against your hip. He reaches forward and runs one finger through the lips of your cunt lightly, almost teasingly, watching you gasp and try to grind down into it. "Would you like it if I tasted you here, Darling?" Obi-Wan hums, continuing to press kisses along your hip and the insides of your thighs while he waits for an answer and, Maker, the coarseness of his beard against the sensitive skin there robs you of all conscious thought. All you're able to manage is a nod because you're so strung out and you need him there right now but that seems to be enough for him because he starts leaning in, one hand on each of your thighs as he licks a broad stripe right through your cunt.
Stars, you can't even form the words right now to talk him through this like he'd asked, but he...doesn't actually really seem to need your help, here. The Jedi focuses in on your clit right away, swirling his tongue around the little bud before he sucks it into the wet heat of his mouth and you nearly sob at how good it feels. "D-Doing so good, Baby," you manage to get out, and the words almost come out as more of a mewl as he hums around your clit, sending jolts right through you.
You whine in protest when his mouth leaves your clit but his thumb replaces it soon after, rubbing slow circles around it like he's trying to drive you insane on purpose. And then, Maker, his tongue dips into your entrance, licking up inside you while all you can do is sob your pleasure into the air. He keeps going this way for several minutes, steadily working you higher and higher with his tongue buried in your cunt and his thumb strumming your clit until your thighs start to tremble and you feel that coil inside you start to wind tighter. Obi-Wan moans between your legs as when he realizes you're approaching your end and steps up his ministrations, his thumb picking up speed until your back arches underneath him. The orgasm burns its way through you, slow but intense, until you're nearly cross-eyed and delirious with it and he keeps working you through it until you're shaking with overstimulation and pushing his head away.
The Jedi goes willingly when you push him back into a seated position once you've managed to regain your bearings, and Maker, he's a sight like this; his hair just hopelessly disheveled from your fingers in it and your slick coating his chin and kiss-swollen lips. You take a moment to just look at him, committing this image to memory for all of those nights after he leaves when you know you'll look back and picture this with your hand between your thighs. His hands find your hips as you crawl into his lap and settle there, squeezing gently and letting out a soft moan when you lean in to kiss him. Obi-Wan is the one that licks into your mouth this time, mimicking the way your tongue had tangled with his at the start of this until you're moaning into it.
He gasps into the kiss when you reach down between you to take his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly while you shift in his lap and Stars, you swear the Jedi underneath you stops breathing entirely when you line him up and the head of his cock presses right up against your entrance. "Maker, please," he begs then on a broken moan, pulling out of the kiss to catch his breath but leaving his forehead pressed up against yours. He opens his eyes to hold your gaze intently as you start to sink down onto him, crying out at the fucking stretch of it. You take your time taking his cock, both for his benefit and your own, and the slow intrusion into your cunt has you shaking before he even bottoms out.
"Fuck, you feel so f-fucking good,"
And it does. You have to take a minute to adjust once you've taken him to the root before you can move, gripping his shoulders tightly in an attempt to ground yourself, and his hands tighten on your hips in response. The Jedi looks like he might implode if you don't move so you take pity on him, sweeping him into another heated kiss as you roll your hips forward and swallowing his ragged gasp that escapes his throat. You keep the pace slow at first, steady, working yourself open and easing him into the motion and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, and you manage to keep that pace for a few minutes until it becomes too much for both of you.
Obi-Wan's hips buck up at the same time your hips rock forward and you choke on a loud cry, throwing your head back when the head of his cock suddenly hits you right in the sweet spot. He seems to realize that you liked it because he does it again and again, his hands suddenly becoming vices around your hips as he starts thrusting up into you. You keep bouncing in his lap as best you can with his hold on you, meeting him thrust for thrust and Maker, nothing you'd imagined has anything on this. You bury your face in the side of his neck in a pitiful attempt to muffle the sounds that are leaving your throat, sucking and biting at the skin you find there and enjoying the moans you get out of him in return.
You suddenly find yourself on your back with the Jedi above you, swallowing down the gasp that tears out of you as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. Obi-Wan starts thrusting again immediately as he lets instinct take over, leaning forward on his elbow next to your head to give him better leverage. You nibble on his lower lip as you bring your legs up around his waist, gasping into his mouth when he fucking growls at the feel of your teeth and knotting your fingers in the strands of his hair again. His free hand comes up to cup the side of your face, holding you in place while he kisses the breath from your lungs.
You're not going to last much longer, if the way your cunt is already starting to tighten around him is anything to go by. He shifts his hips just slightly, down and to the side, and you almost scream when he manages to find an angle that has the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot straight on at the same time as the warm skin of his torso brushes against your clit on each thrust in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did he get the hang of this so fast? He's going to kriffing kill you, if he keeps this up. "Stars, Obi," you sob out, "I'm gonna--"
The Jedi presses one last firm kiss to your mouth before he's pulling back to watch you fall apart, his hand leaving your face and moving down your body until he's stroking your aching clit with his thumb again, rubbing it in fast, small circles like he's learned you like it as he continues fucking into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. "Right behind you, Darling," he grits out, his voice coming strained and wrecked and you know he means it. It only takes one, two, three more thrusts before you just fucking shatter, crying out into the air and trembling as the orgasm obliterates you. He follows not half a dozen thrusts later, burying his face in your neck and gasping as he fills you with everything he has, his hips still pumping lazily as he comes down.
Eventually, the Jedi collapses down on the bed next to you, reaching over to brush some of the hair out of your face and giving you a dopey grin that's such a wild juxtaposition from his usual composure and his reputation that it makes you giggle, unable to help yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you playfully but it only makes you laugh harder, shaking your head. "Maker," you breathe, finally, because you can't seem to string together anything else. Obi-Wan chuckles next to you and reaches over to pull you back into his chest, burying his face in your hair while he tries to catch his own breath. "You are...a very quick study. Maker."
You can't see him grin, but you can hear it in his voice when he speaks again. "I'm glad you're pleased," he teases, and you only roll your eyes before letting yourself fully relax against him. Your eyes start to droop but you don't have the energy to fight to keep them open, and you end up falling asleep right there in his arms.
He lets you.
You wake up the next morning almost unbearably warm, and when you go to try and sit up, you find that you can't. You freeze as a half-baked realization suddenly comes over you, hesitantly cracking your eyes open.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh, kriff.
You fell asleep here last night. In the Jedi's bed. With the Jedi. He, it turns out, is the reason that you can't move. Obi-Wan's got both arms wrapped tightly around your middle, holding you against his chest with his legs tangled up with yours, and Maker you would never have pegged this man for a cuddler but you couldn't be more wrong, apparently. It does, however, create quite an interesting problem for you.
This is his last morning here before he leaves to return to Coruscant. He and Skywalker are supposed to leave early, before even breakfast. Skywalker will, doubtlessly, be coming around to see what's what's holding his old master up, and soon--and you are still here.
Where you are. Definitely. Not supposed to be.
You don't know how much time you have but you know that it isn't much. You have got to get out of here before Obi-Wan's pain in the ass prior padawan shows up, and the Jedi looks so peaceful like this that you kind of wish you could just let him sleep but you really don't want to just sneak out on him after last night. So you sigh, reaching up to shake his shoulder gently. "Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, we have to get up."
It doesn't take much to wake him, thankfully, and he lets go of you to prop himself up on his elbow as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice still hoarse from sleep as he peers down at you, not quite as surprised to see you there as you'd have maybe expected him to be.
You don't even get a chance to answer him because there's suddenly a knock on the door, and both of your eyes widen at it. Skywalker. "Obi-Wan?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the fuck are your clothes? You're out of the bed before Obi-Wan even has a chance to stop you, frantically trying to find your clothes and put them on. You toss his trousers at his chest when you come across them and that seems to be what finally spurs him into motion, standing up so he can get them on as he calls back to the other Jedi. "What is it, Anakin?"
There's a moment of confused silence, then: "Cody's landing the transport now."
Obi-Wan opens his mouth like he's about to tell his old padawan that he'll be out momentarily, but doesn't get a chance to get the actual words out before you both hear the hiss of the door starting to slide open. Thank the Maker, you just manage to get your tunic back on before Skywalker comes into sight, and you do your best to try to look fucking normal as his eyes flicker between you but your heart fucking stops when you glance to the left of you and realize that Obi-Wan still isn't wearing a fucking shirt. His entire chest is exposed, which means that all of the marks you left scattered across it are also exposed. Fuck, fuck, fuck--
"I'll just. I'll just see you on the transport."
Skywalker is gone before either of you can react, the door sliding shut behind him. Your next breath leaves your lungs with enough force that it's almost a wheeze, and you have to bend over and put your hands on your knees for a second while you try to process what the fuck just happened. Obi-Wan blinks next to you, looking directly ahead for a second or two more before he suddenly starts chuckling, and you stare at him incredulously. "I'm sorry," he says finally, "That was just…"
You're laughing too, then, shaking your head as you step back over to him, ducking down to grab his shirt from where you can see it on the floor. You place the fabric in his hands and lean up on your toes to press a light kiss to his cheek, giving him a small smile. "Until next time, Master Kenobi?"
He gives you a small smile in return, and surprises you a little bit when he leans in himself and presses a soft kiss to your lips. "Until next time."
Mercifully, no-one questions him when Obi-Wan finally makes it to the transport. He intentionally doesn't look at Anakin even though he can feel the other man's eyes on him as he finds his seat and sits down, straightening his robes. He finds it difficult to keep the smile completely off his face so he just ducks his head instead in the guise of settling in for the flight and studiously ignores the way Anakin is still staring at him.
"How was your trip, General?" Cody asks, leaning around in the pilot's seat to look back at him once they've left the planet's atmosphere. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to answer but Anakin's there first, suddenly grinning ear-to-ear in a way that makes him distinctly uncomfortable.
"Oh, the General had a wonderful time." the younger man drawls, looking him right in the eyes as he does, and Obi-Wan wonders not for the first time if Qui-Gon died and left Anakin in his care as some inhumane form of punishment. "Made significant strides with relations and learned a lot, I'm sure."
"Oh, well, that's good, Sir." Cody responds, and Obi-Wan really dearly hopes he's as unaware of the insinuation as he sounds. Cody really does not need to know these things. Anakin does not need to know these things. "I'm glad your mission was productive."
Anakin opens his mouth like he's going to say something else but closes it abruptly and grins instead when Obi-Wan glares at him and shakes his head slowly in warning. "Thank you, Cody." Obi-Wan says instead, leaning back in his seat and letting his eyes close as he tries to relax. Maker, he can still feel the effects of the night before, his muscles are more sore than he would have expected and he finds that he's very aware of the bruises you'd left behind and it's...strangely pleasant.
He's not allowed to have emotional attachments, but. He kind of does hope that he'll see you again one day anyway. Until next time, Master Kenobi.
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