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starlazergazer · 2 years

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Just Wanted to Help

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Summary: Your master isn’t the greatest. Every mistake seems to fall on your shoulders no matter who was truly at fault and you aren’t sure how much more disappointment at the hands of those you look up to you can take. So what happens with Anakin a boy who you’ve been fighting with since you met him when you were kids finds you crying in the hallway?

Warnings: Hella sad, lots of angst, promise a happy ending though!

Word count: 4k

A/N: Honestly just wanted to write a “who did this to you” moment with our boy Ani and built a whole fic around it so let me know what you think!

You hadn’t made it far before you had to stop, had to find a small corner hidden as much as possible, because truly you weren’t sure where to go.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen the jedi council disappointed in you. Probably wasn’t the last. But there was only so much a person could take.

These were the people you looked up to most in the world (or at least most of them) and to have them day after day hear stories that were at best half truths about your insubordination and believe them, was heartbreaking. These were people who seemed proud of you as a youngling, people eager to see where your intelligence, ingenuity, and great command of the force would take you as a padawan and to see them slowly come to terms with who you had become…

No, you had to remind yourself, it wasn’t who you had become it was who your master was making you out to be. Because this wasn’t your fault. As usual it was some unfortunate circumstance. But how many accidents can one person endure before you start to wonder if it wasn’t truly their own fault.

You sunk down into a dark corner, throwing you head down into your hands and burying you face in your knees. You just couldn’t do this anymore. It went beyond just seeing master yoda, master Obi-wan, even master windu disappointed with you. Ultimately it was seeing things unfold one way and being told they happened a different by your master.

Too many nights you’ve come back proud of your progress, how you handled yourself on the battlefield only to be ripped apart for those very same actions and told that you made the wrong decision at every turn. It was like you didn’t know what to think any more, was it truly an accident or had you missed the signs that seemed so obvious when recounted by your master. Should you have just known? Was your connection to the force just weaker than you originally thought?

You could recognize the patterns in your own mind, your thoughts starting to spiral and more than anything you were just tired. Tired of thinking, tired of acting, tired of being a jedi.

You could feel the lump in your throat build, threating to burst, the pressure building in your chest, tears threatening to spill. The deep breaths you were told to use to calm yourself were turning into shallow rapid ones.

You had worked so hard to get here. Had given up a family and the chance to ever know them. Had given up the chance to ever make friends with the other younglings so you could train better. Had given up countless nights sleep studying, training. And for what? To come to the realization that you just weren’t good enough.

You felt his presence down the hall before you ever heard the footsteps approach you. Immediately you were trying to control your breathing, to quiet yourself, wishing harder than ever before that you could disappear on the spot.

But the odds were again just not in your favor, as Anakin’s boots came to stop right next to where you were sitting in the corner. You just couldn’t deal with him right now, couldn’t deal with another stupid fight, with another person looking at you like you were the most worthless person in the galaxy.

With a deep breath you tried to collect yourself, wiping furiously at your eyes to clear them and your face of any tears before you looked at him, not even bothering to stand.

“Anakin I’m not in the mood”

You watched his gaze harden beneath yours the way it always seemed to when he realized you were looking at him which unfortunately happened far too often. Anakin may be an ass but like it or not he was rather nice to look at.

Anakin, however, stayed rooted to the spot, not moving a muscle as his eyes scanned over your face. With a sigh you pushed yourself to your feet, if he wasn’t going to leave you alone then you would give in and be the first to leave. You did not have the energy for a petty squabble tonight you just wanted to sleep.

His hand was on your cheek before you could even process what was happening, a slight flinch running through you instinctively, but his touch was…soft? You looked to the mans face in confusion only to be met with a completely different look than before, one of concern.

One of pity.

You felt the anger rise in you instantly. If there was one emotion you were used to in regards to Anakin Skywalker it was anger. You didn’t need his pity, his was just about the last persons pity you wanted.

You pushed off his hand without a word, glaring at the man before walking past him tossing a “leave me alone” over your shoulder.

Though clearly not loud enough as you felt fingers enclose around your bicep stopping you from getting any further.

You whirled around in surprise, coming face to face with an Anakin wearing an expression similar to the one he had when he first caught you crying on the ground.

“Who did this to you?”

His tone of voice melted away any anger immediately. He was practically seething. You’ve known Anakin since you were 8, had spent about as many years since with him mad at you for one thing or another but you had never heard him this angry before.

“It’s nothing Anakin leave me alone” You tried to shrug off his arm but he didn’t budge, pulling you closer to him more than anything.

“It’s clearly not nothing Y/N” His tone was much softer at this point, a large part of his initial anger hiding back behind the wall he liked to put up between the two of you.

“Regardless it doesn’t concern you” You shook off his arm but remained planted in place, looks like you weren’t getting out of this as easily as you had hoped.

“You were crying on the floor” Anakin responded bluntly “that concerns me”

You shook your head and broke eye contact with him, feeling more pathetic than anything else.

“Look you can either tell me now or I can figure it out on my own but I’m not letting this go” Anakin sighed, crossing his arms over his chest “so just tell me what happened”

You glared up at the man, a familiar feeling of annoyance rising within you because you knew he wasn’t wrong. Anakin Skywalker was nothing if not relentless.

“My communicator was damaged in the fight” You explained with a huff finding your eyeline jumping to focus on just about anything other than Anakin’s eyes. “I missed the order to retreat and kept pushing forward instead”

Anakin’s whole body seemed to deflate before you with a sigh “How many troopers to did you lose?”

“None” You shook your head, crossing you arms almost defensively in front of you “That’s not the problem. I managed to get us all out. I’m being reprimanded for disobeying a direct order”

You could feel his anger spike through the carefully constructed wall immediatly “but you never got the order”

You could’ve laughed at the futility of it all. Right as he was that of course didn’t really matter “Order was sent, I didn’t obey that order, end of story”

Anakin shook his head “Well have you talked to your master maybe he can plead your case to the council”

At that you did laugh, a low defeated laugh that just escaped you before you could stop it “my master was the one who told the council I disobeyed”

You watched the confusion flash across his face because of course he didn’t get it, he got lucky, he got Obi-Wan a man who could be the posterchild for what was moral and just. You of course didn’t get so lucky. “It’s fine Anakin just drop it” You dismissed it, turning to walk away.

“But that’s not fair” You heard him call back at you over your shoulder.

“Yeah well that’s just the way it works” You replied with a shrug stalking off down the hallway, you could really use a nap after everything.

You had used his name. That was the first thing to tell Anakin something was really wrong. For about the last ten years you’d called him all sorts of things, sky boy, oh chosen one, a whole host of teasing nicknames but never once had he heard his name fall from your lips.

Until he found you crying on the floor.

And just like he’d never heard you say his name before he’d never heard you make that noise before either.

You were tough and not just in the physical sense. Yeah you had been able to take just about anything he could throw at you in training but also anything the other kids could throw at you. It was obvious from the time he had been brought in that you didn’t exactly get along with the other younglings. Like it or not you were a girl, a girl with an innate connection to the force and an uncanny ability to beat any of them in a fight. There were intimidated and they took it out on you and you took it all with your head held high.

So when he saw you crying on the floor he was ready to deck whoever had put you there no questions asked, his hands almost instinctively curling into fists at his sides.

Then you looked at him with your big sad eyes, a slight wobble in your voice from a lump you couldn’t quite clear, and you brushed him off.

No witty comment, no angry remark, just a total dejected dismissal. And he couldn’t help it, he just melted on the spot, watching a single stray tear snake its way down your cheek. And he wanted to be the one to wipe it away, to wipe every bad feeling away.

And it was fair that you pushed him away again. He knew he deserved it. He hadn’t exactly set himself up to be a guy you go to for comfort. But to be fair you never seemed like you needed one. You were constantly at the top, the person everyone went to for guidance and leadership, or at least he knows you were his first choice to be that person.

So if he couldn’t be there for you for comfort he would for every other sense. Because it wasn’t fair for you to take the blame for something that so clearly wasn’t your fault. You walked into a battle you weren’t even supposed to be in in the first place with no warning and managed to get every clone under your command out safely. If anything you deserved to be commended.

So he did the only thing he thought made sense, he went to Obi-wan.

It only occurred to him that that may not have been the right decision when you stormed up and kidnapped him from dinner. Roughly dragging him from the table he was eating at without a word into the empty hallway.

“Come on Y/N/N you know I prefer you buy me dinner beforehand” He didn’t know why he made the comment, regrets it the moment it slips out of his mouth. He had a long unfortunate history of saying the wrong things to you at the wrong times.

His comment has the expected effect as your expression grows even more angry, pushing him into a wall and holding him against it lightly with a hand on his chest.

“Did you talk to the council?”

His brain takes a moment to comprehend you question, an effect that seems to take hold of him whenever he’s in your vicinity only exasperated right now by your hand on his chest. Because even though you were clearly angry at him, and even though he was sure he somehow deserved it, you were yet again the only thing he could focus on. “I just explained what happened”

“Maker, Skywalker this wasn’t your situation to fix” You exclaimed angerly, pushing off of him and stepping back, running an angry hand through your hair.

“I got you off of library duty as punishment” He defended, anger slowly rising in him that he just couldn’t manage to push down. Afterall he had helped you how could you not see that?

“I didn’t ask you to” You yelled back at him. “You did nothing but undermine me to my master and the council”

“I was trying to help” Anakin yelled back anger rising and then falling as he watched you do nothing but shake your head at him dejectedly in response before turning on your heel and walking away.

And like after too many of his interactions with you Anakin was left feeling empty, regretting just about everything he had said.

You stalked back and forth in front of his door, talking yourself into and back out of knocking. You and Anakin had had fights before, your relationship was practically built upon them, but this one felt different, more personal.

For the first time you had opened up to Anakin, that was probably one of the deepest and longest conversations you had ever had with the man. And you don’t doubt he truly thought he was doing what was best but that didn’t stop your master from chewing you out after the fact. He notably wasn’t there to “fix” you being called a useless idiot unworthy of the jedi robes on your back. He had truly no right inserting himself into a situation he did not fully understand.

And before you could talk yourself out of it you were knocking on his door, coming face to face soon after with a very confused looking Anakin.

“Look” You sighed, ringing your hand awkwardly in front of you “Can we talk”

With a reluctant nod Anakin stepped back gesturing you inside. With a deep breath you took the invitation, strolling past him and taking a seat before you could lose any nerve. You’d never been inside of Anakin’s room before.

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you like that” You apologized first, deciding beforehand that if you were to talk to him that would be the way to start “I know you were just trying to help but…” and you couldn’t help but pause, couldn’t help as you looked up at the man who had spent so long torturing you growing up, couldn’t help but wonder where it all went wrong “I just wanted to be you friend”

The shock and confusion was obvious on Anakin’s face and you were sure your face was a close match. The words slipped out before you could even think about them, but oddly enough you didn’t regret them, so you did the only thing you could think to do, you kept going.

“When we were eight” You explained, breaking eye contact with Anakin, not sure you could make it through what you wanted to say with him looking at you like that “You had to have seen how well I got along with the other kids. I just felt so…alone. And in comes this cute new kid and with him my hopes to finally make a friend. And you know what happened?”

With a sigh Anakin sat down next to you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees “I blew you off”

You shook your head softly “I just don’t get what happened. I met you and everything was fine, more than fine I thought we were going to be friends. We were laughing, talking. We hung out for like what a week? Two?. Then one day you were pulled into a training session with the rest of us and it was like I had punched you in the face with the grudge you seemed to hold over me. I just want to know what I did”

“You didn’t do anything wrong” Anakin was quick to assure you with a sigh, forcing himself to sit up straighter. You could practically feel him talk himself into the next words he wanted to say, pushing false confidence into himself. “Do you know how hard it is for me to think straight around you”

You nearly recoiled physically with your surprise. Of all the things you thought Anakin could say that was not one of them “What?”

“Back then, now, whenever I’m around you you are the only thing I can think about” His words came out quickly you growing more and more confused with each one “I find myself spacing out of everything else going on around me and just think about you. How beautiful you look, how wonderful you smell, I want to know what you’re thinking, what you’re day’s like.” He took a deep breath, eyes only then breaking contact with the ground to meet yours “I can’t do that, I can’t drop everything else just because you walked into the room so I tried to push you away”

You shook your head “but you never really pushed me away. You were always there with some snide comment or some criticism”

A sad laugh laced Anakin’s voice as he responded “do you truly think there is any distance I could hold you at that would keep my thoughts from constantly returning to you?”

You just shook your head, your eyes bouncing in between his eyes you tried to draw any additional meaning from them “what are you saying?”

Anakin sighed, turning fully to take your hands into his, you barely even registering the contact at this point “I mean that even thought I know it’s against the code, and even though it makes my job exceptionally harder, I am totally and completely in love with you, and I have been since we were 8”

You opened your mouth to speak, stopping yourself as you realized you had no idea what to say, closing it again before opening once more“Ani I-“

He cut you off, not ready to hear you reject him yet, not ready to face the reality of the situation and choosing instead to stay in a period where you seemed to at the very least tolerate him. “And I’m saying that you can trust me completely when I say what happened wasn’t your fault”

Almost instinctually your eyes cut from his, not ready to face where you knew the conversation was headed next.

Instead, Anakin reached out, cupping your cheek softly and dragging your gaze back to his “you don’t deserve to be punished for mistakes that weren’t your own”

You could already feel the lump forming at the base of your throat, already forcing down deep breaths to steady yourself, refusing to let yourself do the easy thing and look away, instead opting to grab his hand off your cheek and clutch it in your own “But how do you know that?”

Anakin cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

And though try as you might you just couldn’t keep the wobble from your voice “how do you know it wasn’t my fault?”

You could see Anakin start to protest immediately but you just shook your head, sitting up slightly straighter commanding his attention with a big breath “he’s a Jedi master, who’s not to say he’s not right when he says I should have known, that I made the wrong decision, that there was a better way to go about my mission?” You could feel yourself starting to ramble, words rushing out of you as if trying to beat the tears “What if there were signs I missed, what if I should’ve felt something in the force, what if” you paused breathing in a heavy breath fighting down the uncomfortable tightness in your throat as you prepared to say the words you’d never spoken out loud before “what if I’m not cut out to be a Jedi”

“That’s absolutely absurd” the words were out of Anakin’s mouth seconds after you had finished your own “Do you know why it was so easy to get Obi-wan to listen to me when I told him what actually happened?” He didn’t even pause to give you a chance to answer “It’s because he already knew your masters story couldn’t be true, he already knew that you were better than disobeying a direct order. I don’t think he even trusts my abilities that much”

You tried to cut in, more fears and doubts coming to the surface though Anakin kept going, not giving you a moment to let your thoughts spiral any further.

“We’ve all known it since we were kids Y/N/N. You were always the one to beat, the one exceling in every training battle like it was nothing, the one with no issue connecting to the force. You deserve to be here more than anyone else, possibly more than even me”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment, wiping tears threatening to spill over before they even got the chance. “It’s just hard” You tried to explain, reaching desperately for the right words “to be constantly told you’re wrong, inferior, undeserving by the very man meant to teach you”

“It’s why I wanted to help” Anakin sighed dejectedly “you deserve a master who acknowledges your skill, you walked into a battle you were unprepared for and overwhelmed in and still managed to get every one of your men out safely. That’s certainly not nothing”

You couldn’t even try to fight the smile that crossed your face, it was something you had been proud of to before your master had gotten to you. “Thanks skyboy”

A grin crossed the mans face at the sound of the use of his nickname, his posture relaxing for the first time since you had walked in.

“But I need to fight my own battles, stand up for myself”

“You know not all battles need to be a solo mission” Anakin responded slowly “there’s a certain strategy in having a partner you can rely on”

You smiled softly back at him “I know just…just can you talk to me first next time?”

Another grin spread on Skywalkers face and you nearly melted on the spot, a similar one slowly growing on your own face “next time?”

“I know we were only friends for a few weeks back when we were like 8 but I’ve missed you Ani” You admitted in a small voice “and I know its against the code, and it makes your job exceptionally harder, but I am totally and completely in love with you, and I have been since we were 8”

And before you could comprehend anything further Anakin’s had was cupping your cheek pulling you into him, your lips meeting his in a kiss you’ve been waiting on for nearly 10 years.

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mandalhoerian · 2 years

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total eclipse of the heart | 1

❝ Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart. ❞

Pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

Note: fem!reader, jedi librarian!reader

Summary: Love is the death of duty, and duty is the death of love. This is the story of you and your fellow Jedi Anakin Skywalker orbiting around each other in this never-ending, all-consuming cycle.

Warning(s): nothing else but pining and yearning lmao . also my amateur-ish 2016 writing + sun/moon dynamic GALORE . ur gonna be SICK of this imagery at the end of this. sue me. its not named the way it is for no reason HAHA

Word Count: 1455

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If Anakin Skywalker is a star, colliding with swirling and thundering nebulas that shine upon his eyes; then you are a mere moon destined to never ever leave your planet's side.

If Anakin is a star in a whole system, a sun; then you are still the humble moon in your humble life, which occasionally lines up with that sun to create an incredible sight to witness.

This is how your relationship is, actually. Your lives collide like hands of a clock when they have to, but this team-up never lasts too long in order with a Jedi's obligation to keep moving thanks to the raging war tearing the galaxy apart.

A Jedi Knight and a Jedi Librarian don’t tend to cross roads often, and certainly mix like oil and water.

Jumping around system to system wherever the orders of the Jedi Council took him naturally led to him barely ever around in the Temple and that had almost mythicized the person emerging as The Hero With No Fear adorning the headlines of HoloNet. General Skywalker quickly had become a walking beacon for attention with his brilliance in the battlefield and his unconventional way of practicing his profession.

Maybe it was your peace-and-quiet seeking self (who just wanted to research in your own pace) being grumpy, but you wouldn’t say he is an outstanding example to look up to for Padawans and Younglings with the way he made them get used to the archives as the meeting point to gossip and share stories.

From what Master Kenobi had told you in a passing conversation when you were complaining, it was his old habit to in the past as a Padawan to use the Archives as somewhere he could do anything other than reading because he found staying in one place stuck in a seat and glued to holobooks boring - boring! - so he had influenced others of his age to tag along in his shenanigans until he was banned from the hall for a limited amount of time. You’d asked Master Kenobi just what exactly he had done to piss your mentor off that badly but all you got was a half-tired, half-embarrassed smile before he’d scurried off Force knows where.

(You still couldn’t believe he found learning boring.)

All things aside, you could do without picking up something something Skywalker being whispered about between preteens hidden behind shelves as you were buried in a new hyper-fixation, really. Years of getting used to quietness had brought annoyance lit like a forest fire as a downside when you were disturbed. It wasn’t him doing it intentionally as he was systems away, but if he were to pop out somewhere when you were in a particularly bad mood, you were sure you’d hurl your oldest trusty datapad at his head. Not a second wasted for the hesitation factor.

It was a place to seek knowledge in serenity, and Skywalker had shoved his invisible hand in here and stirred the pot so irreversably that most of your time was spent patrolling around in the Archives like a dog to keep the young ones in line. “Madame Librarian alert!” line, referring you barreling down the corridors running on your tiptoes, had spread like a plague and even your former Master Jocasta Nu was amused by the inside joke that made your ears smoking red.

It was annoyance at his shadow intruding on your relatively unaffected life by the war at first. Yes, it had all started with your one-sided animosity at him ——

—— only to be turned upside down on its after he had come to your rescue (our of nowhere, really) in what you knew to be a bounty hunter’s heist on the holocron vaults in the archives. You had no idea your body was capable of getting that red when he had all but manhandled you around to get you away from blaster shots raining down in intent to kill. Skywalker was all but taunting smirks and remarks in the action to turn the tide around and you were tight-lipped and shock-bound, the difference between you, the professionalism and the abilities, were the size of mountains. The gentleness and sweet concern for your wellbeing wrapping around you like a weighted blanket when the danger was over, though, was a contrast you weren’t even aware that you didn’t expect.

You honestly had no idea what had happened, you were left alone with the feelings you’d caught for him after he left like the whirlwind that he was.

You took it as a lesson to learn from yet another piece of work you’d finished and used in training, made him to be a fleeting ideal and a funny what-if to be entertained in your mind, you reminded yourself every time you catch a glimpse of him here and there that the Chosen One had to be unreachable.

You were sure your path as a Jedi was being tested on purpose by the universe as the time went on.

You did not like the fact that you had undeniable feelings for this guy. Not one bit. Annoying little moths bounced around in your stomach when someone muttered his name ever so softly in your library now, and the initial dislike was nowhere to be found -- on the contrary, you wanted to hear more about his newest victory.

There was a reason why you were pursuing a life the Order, you had principles and it was simply no way in dead stars that you’d throw this all away for the unattainable Anakin Skywalker. A guy who has absolutely no interest for you, to top it all.

You‘ve had asked yourself, Would I be willing to love him openly if he looked at me the way I looked at him?, a couple of times when your relationship were developing from strangers to colleagues. The Jedi in you knew it was not wise to think like this, to hope like this.

Expectations that shouldn’t exist in the first place, you took as more lessons to overcome as Jedi. What were you going to do, keep being (barf) lovesick until the feelings decided to evaporate? Would they ever?

So you used them in your studies. Easy. It’s duty.

In the meanwhile, you tried your best to hide even little things: the way you lingered on him when he wasn’t looking while randomly passing you by in the halls, the smile you faked to play the part when he waved at you from afar to say hello. The quiet daydreams that came over you while reading. You kept to yourself.

At the end, It wasn’t the decision to stay away from him that hurt, it's the flashbacks that followed.

Anakin Skywalker is a star, you're a mere moon that chose to only shine with borrowed light, and you’d come to like watching him shine, from afar. And the point of no return for you was the moment you had discovered a stumbling flicker in the light of that star.

After the excitement would die down, you saw the way he would take in the clones' happiness and growing hope to win this war. You knew the way he would boast about it, being all prideful and valiant like the man he is; but later on, discovered him staring off tiredly into the blackness shining with an infinite amount of diamonds spread across, his sky blue eyes nearly ultramarine with not the lighting, but with the heaviness of his worries, hurting for others.

Intimate moments like this in which Anakin looked more like a human than a supreme being got to you. In those, you resented unraveling him; what was hidden beneath the shiny exterior of The Chosen One. Yet you were drawn to his orbit just as much as you wanted to get away, and you shot off from the comforting confines of the archives and voicelessly floated beside him to be an unexpected yet welcome guest -- a conversation friend at most, maybe, voicing your opinions about... things. To lift the weight off his shoulders, anything not to see him in grief like that again.

You let him in on your fears, your humanity behind the Jedi image, sometimes strategies you’d discovered belonging to the records of the Old Republic regarding the war — even when you knew whatever you blabbered about lecturing had nothing on his genius and was probably more boring than reading to him.

When your feelings roared behind your shy whispers that echoed in his ears, the anxiety that he had figured you out by now squeezed your heart in a durasteel fist, it was a warning that he’d try to pry and not a hair in your body would pick up on it because he overwhelmed all your senses already.

But if you were good at something, that would be hiding away. Hiding away from yourself, from everything. In the Archives, and buried in the shifting pages of datapads and holoscreens.

But as long as you meditated, you were fine. Having feelings for Anakin was something you got used to overtime, you knew how to keep yourself steady, you’d normalized it.

You thought you knew everything about what this man could do to you by now. You were safe.

But deep down you knew, you knew that only a fool would think they know everything rather than a wise man.

He loved a Senator.

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rexxdjarin · 7 months

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Potentially angsty! What about Mari during Umbara 👀? Too angsty?

Send me an episode/chapter/scene/ect. and I'll tell you what my OC was doing during it

Ahhhhh hi Maia my absolute beloved 🥺🥰🩷

So this is something I absolutely plan on covering in unwritten but..

But Mari is extremely, extremely worried about Rex during this specific campaign. She usually hears from him after a couple of days and this time she goes weeks without hearing from him. She is an absolute nervous wreck. She cries…a whole lot. She finds out from Padmé that Anakin had to leave and that they were left with a different jedi and that’s all she knows.

Until he comes home. In the middle of the night he comes in to her apartment. He’s numb and he’s silent. Like usual he never cries. That’s not his way. She hears the doors slide open and knows it could only be one person. She’s so relieved and excited to see him but when she runs out of her room into the hallway and sees the tattered armor and him standing their like a ghost of his former self she stops in her tracks. She knows something’s wrong. She knows.

She approaches with caution. She holds the side of his battle worn, dirty and blood stained cheeks, she tries to hold his gaze, to find the light in the his eyes. There’s nothing. He’s dark and cold and scared. He’s so scared and sad. His steps carried him here probably on adrenaline and gut instinct. She pulls him into a hug and keeps him there for a long time. He doesn’t move other than to wrap his arms around her to receive her.

He doesn’t speak. He’s so so tired. She walks him to her bed, he follows in silence. She tries to strip him of his armor and he stops her. He can’t bear to remove it. something happened. Something bad. She can tell. She lets him lay down on her bed and props his head up in her lap. She watches his eyes slowly and groggily hood closed. He falls asleep somehow.

And Mari stays up the entire night watching over him, knowing she needs to prevent whatever nightmare he’d just endured from revisiting him again in his dreams. She lets him rest in her lap.

He wakes up at day break. He still can’t talk. Cant explain it. She doesn’t ask him to. She brings him to the shower and bathes him, lets him hold her. He changes into casuals she keeps in her place for him. She feeds him gives him whatever he can handle which isn’t much.

And finally he tells her. As calmly as he can. Just so that she knows. She doesn’t ask questions. Just lets him explain. She knows there’s nothing she can do about it. She lets him be and lets him live and breathe. He sets the pace and lets her know what he can handle. It’s mostly just cuddling and napping.

He doesn’t leave until later that night and he tells her he’s grateful to have her and he can’t thank her enough for protecting him. With a final quiet I love you he leaves her there to head off on another mission. They are both changed and she cries for him behind closed doors and mourns for the men he lost because she knows society won’t.

She can’t take his pain away. She can’t make things better. But she can shoulder it. She can feel it too. That’s more than the rest of the galaxy is willing to take on for clones and that means more to Rex than he can ever describe. And it’s how he knows he is fully and truly in love with her.

#oc: mari vontas #captain rex x oc: mari vontas #captain rex x oc #wip unwritten #oc during canon events asks #ask game

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elionwriter · 3 years

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MY FAV STAR WARS COUPLE DYNAMICS:

(for the sake of this post let's all just pretend no one dies, ok?)

Anakin - Padme: their relationship started with pure drama and really bad, corny pick up lines and it just goes on that way. Even when they are happily exiled on Naboo with their children and everyone knows about them, whenever they talk about their love or tell the story to Luke and Leia it's always with the tones of a 'larger than life situation'. Obviously Anakin is the drama queen who really pushes it (and is still salty he had to give up his title as Jedi Master) but Padme fell for him when he did the whole whiny speech about sand and married him, she secretly supports this s***t! 😝

Han - Leia: bickering is their love language. Screaming to impose supremacy is their flirting. The thing is, they never bicker for serious stuff, because they actually agree on what matters and get along as a couple, it's the principle of things! Sometimes a friend of Ben overhears them and goes 😱 "I'm really sorry for intruding on this, pal. Will your parents be alright?" And Ben with the calmest expression will answer "They literally do this all the time". It's the silence that's worriesome. When Leia is just too tired to keep fighting after hours of doing so with politicians, when Han doesn't bother to stay to face the argument and just hops on the Falcon again, THAT'S when they realise they are falling out. So they push duty and lust for adventure aside to go back spending quality time together and patching things up. Sure enough, the bickering starts again and Ben is like "😌 aaah everything is fine again".

Din - Luke: they are the picture perfect couple. They literally never argue, at best they poke eachother when one of the two does something the other doesn't entirely agree on. They have each other's back in any instance, support every choice and are there for backup when others want a fight or have something to say either on Din's leadership or Luke's approach to the Jedi code and teachings. It took them forever to actually get together because they acted like shy teenagers on their first crush and Leia, Han and Cara had to practically push them into each other's arms, but once they got there they were solid a couple as a rock. Others look at them and think they are either disgustingly mushy or still in a 'honeymoon face', because NO ONE has such a stress-free marriage. Din and Luke truly don't get what the fuss and all the drama's about. So even though they end up practically parenting the space version of the kids from 'Cheaper by the dozen' they act like parental figures to their friends as well. Life as Manda'lor and the Reviver of the Jedi order can be hell, but together they are just balanced like that and can face everything! They even create a new co-op fighting style for Jedi/Mandalorians that becomes the terror and amazement of the Galaxy for centuries to come!😌😏💪

Kannan - Hera: very similar to Dinluke except they do at times have some small moments of tension because Hera is a fighter to the core and Kannan can't help but wonder if the battle will ever truly end. But his queen's passion and resolve is so bright and steeled that he can't help but fall in love a little more every time and follow, knowing it's the right thing to do. They have an example to set for their son, after all. Kannan will absolutely love Jacen and will introduce Ezra to his son (once Sabine and Ashoka bring him back) as his older brother. Much like when he trained Ezra or faced Sabine, Kannan will sometimes doubt himself and wonder if he's acting like a good parent to Jacen. Hera will smile and reassure him, describing to him the bright and happy smile on their son's face or how Jecen's nose scrunches and his long, greenish ears wiggle in delight whenever Kannan plays with him or cuddles him. As Hera says so, Kannan holds her and feels like he can actually see it too.

Sabine - Ezra: After Ezra is brought back to his family from wherever or whatever happened to him after facing Thrawn, both of them will just indulge in sudden hugs or touches to make sure the other is actually there. Of course, they first think of their bond as a solid friendship and camaraderie, because that's what it was when they left off. The extra touching is just the response to being apart for so long and being worried for each other. But then Sabine notices that Ezra actually looks really good with long hair and the scruffy beard he grew out. She catches herself thinking of how warm and safe if feels in his arms and mentally kicks herself because she's a Mandalorian, all she should need is a loaded blaster to feel safe. Ezra, on the other hand, starts playing with Sabine's hair when complimenting her new dye and suddenly finds himself cupping her face like it's the most natural thing in the world. Long story short, they fall for eachother hard and become the prototype of the couple "my boyfriend/girlfriend is my best friend". When they are comfortable with their new status, Ezra goes back flirting dorkishly with her like he did all those years back when they first met and Sabine will tease him by shooting his advances down.

Ashoka - Bo Katan: joke's on Bo-katan for cringing back in the day at her sister's relationship with a Jedi. She thought destiny or the force or whatever was really messing with her when she realized that her rival and pupil, Din Djarin, the new leader of Mandalorians was also falling helplessly in love with a Jedi (Obi-Wan's student nonetheless). When she hears Sabine Wren and her Jedi boy also got together she stops questioning it. The thing is that she herself has been inexplicably, undeniably charmed and hooked to a Jedi for years now. The very same Jedi she had teased didn't have enough booty, what felt like a lifetime prior. But she's Bo-Katan, she can be in angry denial about anything. Ashoka, on the other hand, has seen and has been conditioned too much on what attachment does to a Jedi, even if she doesn't consider herself one anymore. So, even if the chemistry between them and the long lingering stares are real, their love is always kept a quiet, unspoken thing. Whenever they call eachother "my old friend" they know they actually mean more, but leave it at that. Everyone around them can't help wondering 'are they a thing or...?!' but they never feed the theories and gossip. They know what they are and mean for each other when they are alone in the same room, talking about the past or what must be done in the future and Ashoka's mere presence is enough to cool down the ever-present burning rage inside of Bo. Meanwhile, the other can't help but admire how single minded and devoted to her people and culture the Mandalorian princess is, how she never gave up on them, despite everything. They smile softly at each other, then one of them breaks the spell by leaving. They go back to their own business and life untill destiny or the force or whatever brings them back into eachother's orbit.

Revan - Carth: normally they act very much like Leia and Han with the bickering and teasing bit but then Revan has one of her memories returning or is haunted by how she basically condemned her lifelong best friend Malak to a terrible death and Carth instantly does a 180° shift becoming the most caring, comforting and tender partner. She'll hide into his chest until the crisis in over. Sometimes it can go on for days and Revan is oh, so grateful of how patient and good Carth is to her. Then, at times, Carth is the one burying his head in her chest and she's the one doing the tender, hair strokes. Carth needs a lot of reassuring and might get upset and fret over even what appears to be a trivial thing. He's trying to heal and get better but the long, long years of solitude, hurt and paranoia are hard to iron down. Expecially when Carth seems to have an instinct that puts a Jedi to shame, foreseeing a crisis neither she nor Bastila had picked up. But he is making an effort to improve and she's proud of him, even as he tries very clumsily to patch things up with his son Dustil. She doesn't really step in that matter more than she has to, since Dustil is clearly not happy nor comfortable with the idea of them being together yet. Carth will sometimes open his heart to her and say something deeply meaningful on how he wants her to stay ( when she looks particularly haunted and about to leave without a work of warning) and be happy but does so with such awkward word choices that Revan just cannot refrain from laughing at his face and making puns. It's at this point that the back and forth teasing resumes. There is no denying they are still deeply wounded individuals and they are at their best when their friends are there to lighten the mood and show love to the both of them. Because they could easily go down the path of drama like Anakin and Padme but they choose the Ebon Hawk crew shenanigans instead.

Obi Wan - Satine: their love is stored in the memory of that glorious time they spent together in their youth. A moment in which no responsibility or sense of honor could keep them from giving in to that feeling of want and need for each other. It's a love that never truly went away, never left space for anyone else, but it never fully grew and bloomed either. So years down the line, that's what it is for Obi-Wan, a pleasant memory. He would never change how things went afterwards, but he wouldn't give up those memories and feelings for anything in the world. Satine feels the same, mostly. There are nights that she falls asleep wondering what could have been if only she had talked up at the decisive moment and dreams of a life spent together with Obi-Wan. But when she wakes up, she sobers up and goes back to her things. It's when she looks at her Korkie smile and notices how resembling to his secret father he is that she is truly at peace. She managed to keep a peace of Obi-Wan in her life.

Cal - Merrin: I have no idea for this one, but just stop and consider the possible 'nightsisters babies' though! Wouldn't they be the cutest things ever?! 😀

Sorry Cara Dune, you just haven't met the woman of your life yet. 😔

Also, I kinda like Zeb and Callus too but I don't really ship them enough to add them here, you know? Anyway I'm sure they make a lovely couple.

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renegadeontherunn · 3 years

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hello fiona my love, hope you are doing amazing - i am so excited you are doing prompts!!! AAAAHHHH could you do 29. "you're a really bad liar." with obi & soka?? or really whoever you want!!! ily queen

SAM MY LOVE!!!!! AHHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK AND FOR YOUR KIND WORDS I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WONDERFULLY TOO ILY!!!!!! and thank you for being my first EVER prompt fill!!!!!

29. “you’re a really bad liar.” // from these prompts! // read it on ao3!

Ahsoka doesn’t look at the Temple.

She can still feel it—that gentle warmth and familiar glow—wherever she goes, but she doesn’t look at it. And it’s fine. She doesn’t need to see it to still feel the gaping hole where the Jedi used to reside and she shoves the Force away at every opportunity.

Ahsoka pulls her cloak tighter. The nights have been getting colder and colder and she finds herself missing the Temple (and its inhabitants) more and more.

She looks over her shoulder again on instinct, half expecting to see Anakin or Master Yoda, or even Rex. But there’s just the usual blank, dark faces of the Coruscant nightlife and Ahsoka breathes a sigh of sad relief. If she can just get off Coruscant, get to a new planet, maybe somewhere Mid-Rim, then she can actually relax. Then she’ll be free. Ahsoka shakes her head, arms wrapping around herself.

She shouldn’t have to worry about being free.

The diner she steps in is nicer than most of the ones she’s frequented in the weeks she’s been exiled, and it’s late enough to not be crawling with too many sketchy figures. The Force simmers as the little bell dings to announce her entrance, and so Ahsoka keeps her senses sharp. A quick reaction can be the difference between life and death. She’s learned that enough times.

“Ahsoka.”

There. Ahsoka’s shoulders tense up immediately, her whole body freezing, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Of course. Of course. Ahsoka thought she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see anyone—each check behind herself was bittersweet, would it be better to reconnect or is complete isolation the safest option?—but as soon as the quiet, surprised word drifts into the air, an anvil slams down on Ahsoka’s chest and she wishes she was anywhere else.

She could leave. She could just turn around and walk—run—away, hide back in her seedy apartment with the moldy ceiling and rusty door. But something, be it obligation or pride or just plain shock, forces Ahsoka’s head to her left and she locks eyes with Master Kenobi.

He’s dressed exactly as she remembers: a few thousand layers of robes with no doubt the hundredth brown cloak wrapped loosely around his shoulders. There’s a full cup of what looks like cold caf nestled between his hands. Ahsoka tries not to walk too woodenly over to him, screaming against her own body for betraying her.

Not now, not him, not this.

His face is paler, a bit more sunken than it used to be, or so Ahsoka thinks, but his face is all pleasant surprise and familiar, if a bit hesitant, warmth.

“Please, sit down.” He gestures to the seat across from him.

Ahsoka’s heart lurches. “I’m good.”

A beat of silence. She sits.

His eyes scan her face. “How are you?”

“Fine,” she answers automatically. Oh, this is not going to go well.

Obi-Wan doesn’t seem fazed. He nods. “That’s great.”

More silence. Ahsoka tries not to fidget, fails; tries not to stare, fails at that too. And her flailing attempts to squash the surging anger inside herself—well, you can probably guess.

“What brings you to a place like this at such an hour?”

Ahsoka nearly huffs. He hasn’t changed a bit. She can’t decide if that’s comforting or . . . disappointing. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Obi-Wan nods again. “You could.”

She doesn’t.

“Would you like something to eat?”

Ahsoka’s mind goes on the defensive immediately, though she knows that’s completely off the mark. Does she not look like she can support herself? She doesn’t want—or need—his help, his charity. Ahsoka is perfectly fine on her own, thanks (for nothing), and has no desire for unsolicited aid.

“No.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t flinch, but Ahsoka feels like he wants to. Like this conversation is somehow pricking his chest with bitter pain. Well, that makes two of them.

“I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

Ahsoka bites her tongue hard, fangs digging in deep enough to make her head pound.

Obi-Wan’s brow twitches, lips pulling down into a pretty good impression of concern. “Ahsoka?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He blinks at her. “I’m sorry?”

Ahsoka’s eyes widen and she huffs in near-incredulous mocking. “Are you?”

His face darkens a touch. “Ahsoka—”

“Stop.” Force, why hadn’t she just walked out? “Whatever you’re about to say—don’t.”

But Obi-Wan has always loved talking, and Ahsoka should know that. “Ahsoka, please. I understand your feelings toward—”

“No you don’t.”

Obi-Wan’s jaw clicks shut.

Ahsoka’s face grows warm. “You can’t possibly imagine what I’m feeling, what I went through, other than your own part in it.”

“You’re right.” Obi-Wan’s hand is out and Ahsoka can’t remember if it always used to shake like that. “I misspoke. But I do know that you’re hurt and you have every right to be. I am so sorry.”

If this conversation doesn’t end soon, Ahsoka is either going to start throwing punches or sobbing and neither is a great look for her. “Okay.”

“If I could go back—”

“Well you can’t. And neither can I, but I guess that’s life.”

She’s purposely trying to goad him; fighting has always been easier than talking and maybe if they’re both angry, then Ahsoka won’t have to deal with the regret and guilt and fear and homesickness. But Obi-Wan is not so easily led.

“I only wish to explain, though I know it can never fully alleviate the pain of what happened. May I?”

Ahsoka can’t think of anything she wants less than to hear what he has to say. She wants—she wants Obi-Wan to stop talking, wants him to feel her devastation, she wants him to see how she is crumbling beneath the weight of what his Council has done to her.

“You all expelled me. You lost faith in me the second you got the chance to jump ship.” She chokes back tears. “The Jedi were supposed to be there for me—you were supposed to be there for me. Like family, right?”

Obi-Wan looks half on the verge of tears too.

“Ahsoka, I never lost faith in you, you must believe me.” He reaches for her. “I promise you, I tried everything in my power to speak for you in the Council, to try to prove your innocence.”

Ahsoka scoffs, feeling more bitter by the moment. “Fantastic job. Do you want applause?” She’s not sure where all this pent-up rage is coming from; she’s spent enough time meditating, considering the situation, her decision, trying to look at every angle. It’s been months. She thought she was past it. Or, at least, mostly past it.

“I understand your anger at me, I feel it myself. I completely failed you in your trial, Ahsoka, don’t think I’m unaware of that.” Ahsoka’s nails cut crescents in her palms. “I wish I could’ve done more—I should’ve done more.”

“You know what? Yeah, you should’ve. But this isn’t about you, Obi-Wan.” The name is sour on her tongue. “If forcing all this guilt on yourself somehow makes you feel better, be my guest, but you don’t have to burden me with the guilt of not absolving you from it.”

Because Ahsoka does feel guilty. She wants to forgive him and have everything go right back to the way it was, she a Jedi, he her partial Master, the three of them more like family than anything else. Her own stinging words churn in her stomach, half her brain raging against the other half: accept what’s probably your last chance at that old happiness or fuel the retribution you’re convinced you deserve. And she doesn’t know if she actually deserves it. And more importantly, she’s not sure Obi-Wan deserves this.

Haven’t they all been through enough?

But Ahsoka has never been good at thinking before speaking. And it’s a hell of a lot easier to feed the wolf craving vengeance than to scale the high road.

“Ahsoka, I am so sorry—”

Tears stinging her eyes, Ahsoka grabs her cloak, nearly knocking her chair over, her eyes never leaving Obi-Wan’s. “You’re a really bad liar.”

Obi-Wan flinches like he’s been struck.

Ahsoka lets the festering rage in her chest slither up to her tongue, lashing out in the empty air. “You’d think you’ve had enough practice.” Her voice is rough, harsh with stifled tears, words ripping holes where affection and warmth used to rest. All Ahsoka feels now, though, is scraped raw, and frustrated, angry confusion, and . . . and something else she doesn’t have time for. The door handle is cold on her blazing skin.

“Ahsoka!” Obi-Wan grabs her arm. She tries to shake him off, but his grip is too strong in its desperation. “Please, listen.”

Tears are dotting the greasy floor now and Ahsoka doesn’t know if they’re hers or Obi-Wan’s. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I—” She’s still pulling away. The bell on the door is ringing.

“Ahsoka—”

“Just let go!”

The Coruscant air is freezing on Ahsoka’s face and she wrenches her arm away as they burst out of the diner.

They turn to face each other, blue eyes to blue eyes, two strangers with far too many memories.

“Ahsoka.”

And his voice is home and friendship and comfort and Anakin and the past.

“I’m sorry.”

The air is too stuffy, her chest too tight. There’s no room for the past in the scathing pieces of her heart.

She bolts off into the darkness.

“Ahsoka!”

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reallybadfeeling · 3 years

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My Obikin Playlist Masterpost

I'm gonna try to explain my reasoning, but you can give each song whatever interpretation you want. Also, use them however you want if any of them inspire you to make something creative.

(PS: Sorry for my ranting on the first song. I'm very passionate about it in particular.) (Tagging @imtryingsstuff because she asked for it. Even though I was already working on this post before she asked. I have way too much free time.)

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❧ Heart + Bones - Roisin O

I've tried to sit down and write this song out Feels like a thousand times But I was always too scare of what I might find But if I keep on blocking this pain out It might be too late To heal my heart somehow Don't wanna open that wound Don't wanna replay that night Don't wanna think about you You are no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know that love is gone 'Cause if I let myself think of you I might lose my mind It's the heart and bones It's an empty soul The dreams at night that shake me to my core And I can't get up off this floor It's in the bones of me An empty soul in me The dreams at night that shake me to my core I can't get off this floor [...] Don't wanna think about you When you're no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know this love is gone [...] The dreams at night that shake me to my core I just can't take this hurting anymore [...] Don't wanna think about you You are no longer mine Don't wanna write you a love song When I know this love is gone 'Cause if I let my mind think of you I might lose it all I've tries to sit down and write this song out Feels like a thousand times

A fair warning: each and every break-up song in this playlist is basically me crying at the idea of a very heart broken Obi-Wan post RotS alone on Tatooine. But for this song in particolar I mention the repetitions with the slight differences because in my eyes they are actually HUGE! The more the song goes on, the more Obi-Wan is spiraling! The way it specifically tells that the empty soul is his the second time, like he accepts that despite what Anakin did he still thinks there's a soul there to save, and the idea of not doing so makes his soul feel empty. And the switch from "get up off this floor" to "get off this floor", literally him being so desperate he stops thinking that he wants to get up (and the last time it literally becomes "i just can't take this hurting anymore", because Obi-Wan had to see so many people he loves die, he literally can't take any more breaking of his heart). The first "you are no longer mine" is the realization hitting him, but then it becomes "when you are no longer mine" and that feels like acceptance of that realization (but then later in the song it turns back to "you are no longer mine" like he's so desperate he wants to deny it once again, distance himself from it)! The switch from "that love" from "this love", like the first time he's thinking about how Anakin no longer loves him, but then realizes that no matter how much he still loves Anakin, there is actually nothing he can do about how everything is broken. But most of all the first time it's "if I let myself think of you I might lose my mind", which is Obi-Wan still being rational about things, or at least trying not to let his mind linger on the thought of Anakin; but then at the end it becomes "if I let my mind think of you I might lose it all", because he's already thinking about Anakin and he can't let his mind linger on it, otherwise he would realize how much he lost when he lost Anakin, which is everything. And the ending too, by repeating the start, but now it has a feeling of resignation to it, like at first he was literally scared to let himself linger on his feelings because he knew he would find heart break, but now he's just empty and at the same times he knows he'll feel like that a thousand times more, because he just can't let that hurt go, he can't let his love for Anakin be forgotten. ... I love this song and it shows. I mean, the playlist is literally named after it for a good reason. I swear I'll be less wordy for every other explanation.

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❧ Black Hole - Griff

It seems like things are going really well for you I wish that I could say the same about me too I wish that I could say the same [...] Without a trace You disappeared and took some of me with you, babe Like the way I used to laugh untile my belly ached Well, that's all gone away now And boy, you know I've tried to pray, I've bruised my knees I've tried to bring you back to me I've tried my best to find some kind of peace Don't you see? There's a big black hole where my heart used to be And I've tried my best to fill it up with things I don't need It don't work like that, no, it's not easy To fill this gap that you left in me

So, I see this as a song for an AU, maybe a Modern Au. Something basic like the two of them maybe being neighbors and Obi-Wan maybe being a tutor for Anakin when he was a teen, and Anakin having a huge crush on him. But then Obi-Wan marries and Anakin is heart broken. (Don't worry the idea is also that Obi-Wan gets a divorce and comes back to Anakin, but still, the song fits for the first part of this idea). But feel free to see whatever else you want in it.

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❧ Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips

I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bride To make you well, to make you well When enemies are at your door I'll carry you away from war [...] Give me reasons to believe That you would do the same for me And I will do it for you, for you Baby, I'm not moving on I'll love you long after you're gone

This is honestly a classic. It would fit with any ship, but that line about lying, cheating, etc... That screams Anakin. Like, literally canon that he would do anything to keep the person he loves with him.

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❧ What You Talking About? - Peter Bjorn and John

You used to be my hero Now you're just another boss [...] Five years as your understudy When I can't understand what you talking about [...] Tell me lies and I will listen Tell the truth and I'll be gone Tell me why I need permission [...] Shining in your shadow How could I sink this low? Our acquaintance has been so-so And I can't understand where my patience's gone

These lyrics just give me very frustrated Anakin as a Padawan trying to navigate his relationship with Obi-Wan. Not very romantic or shippy, but still relevant in my opinion.

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❧ Bruci la città - Irene Grandi

(Let) The city burn down or live in fear (that) within two hours everything will disappear anything else will disappear [...] I can't stop (myself) from screaming That I hold you to my heart To protect you from evil That I wish I could soothe Your pain, your pain [...] (Let) The stars explode (Let) The whole thing explode (Let) Everything other than the two of us die At least for a little bit At least as a mistake [...] I want to get my act together Maybe be better And shield you with my heart From catastrophe and fear

Don't really know why, but this makes me think of a quiet moment in the middle of the Clone Wars, just Anakin and Obi-Wan alone in a tent, hoping to have a moment of peace in each other's arms. (If you want the full lyrics translated let me know, I just picked my favorite parts)

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❧ Atlantis - Seafret

We got here the hard way All those words that we exchange Is it any wonder things get dark? 'Cause it's in my heart, it's in my head I never take back the things I said [...] I can't save us My Atlantis, we fall We've built this town on shaky ground [...] Now all the birds have fled The hurt just leaves me scared Losing everything I've ever known It's all become too much Maybe I'm not built for love If I knew that I could reach you, I would go

SO MUCH OBI-WAN ANGST POST-ROTS! Like, the birds that have fled are the Jedi that survived Order 66, the things impossible to take back a reference to the entire conversation between Anakin and Obi-Wan during their duel... And the one thing that always breaks me: "maybe I'm not built for love", which makes me think about that "infinte sadness" thing that comes from one of the novels. *chef kiss*

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❧ No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

I should have known I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe We were a pair [...] You were my life, but like is far away from fair Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else? That I'd fallen for a lie You were never on my side [...] I let it burn You're no longer my concern Faces from my past return Another lesson yet to learn

Don't know about you, but this always makes me think of a lonely and bitter Obi-Wan after RotS. There's also another way of reading this honestly. This could absolutely be Anakin spiraling at the end of RotS, convinced that Padmé doesn't love him anymore; and then Vader facing Luke (the face from the past returning) and realizing the one who always lied to him was Palpatine.

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❧ White Flag - Dido

I know I left too much mess and Destruction to come back again And I caused nothing but trouble I understand if you can't talk to me again And if you live by the rules of "it's over" Then I'm sure that that makes sense But I will go down with this ship And I won't put my hands up and surrender There will be no white flag above my door I'm in love and always will be And when we meet Which I'm sure we will All that was there Will be there still I'll let it pass And hold my tongue And you will think That I've moved on

There's no doubt that this song has been overused. And it is a very classic meme, so sometimes it's hard to take it seriously. But I still love it. And I can't help but relate this to something with Vader trying to redeem himself but failing at that too, and his and Obi-Wan's relationship still being broken as fuck.

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❧ Fight the End - The playground

When it's all falling apart I'll be the one who can hold you Console you When everything's getting dark And you can't find the spark To get through I'll fight for you till the end Whatever's broken I'll mend For you If you think it's all gone Just breathe in and hold on Till the end of time

Once again, just some H/C during the Clone Wars kind vibes, but also good for an apocalypse AU of some kind.

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❧ Hanging On A Lie - Striking Matches

I'm not mentioning a specific part of this song, because the entire thing in my head is just the whole journey of Anakin turning to the Dark Side and then turning back to the Light right before he died. Seriously, up until the first chorus, it's just Anakin talking about what he feels like about Padmé's supposed betrayal. ("Baby you've been up to something / don't you tell me it's not what it looks like" but also "I might have been naive but I'm not blind" and "Don't you know you should know better than this / Than to cover up the truth with your poisonous lips/I'm not falling for it this time"). The second half of the song is Vader facing Luke. ("I'll be the one who got away from you when you / finally figure it out / you won't find me"). And the last part is Vader realizing all the lies Palpatine told him all alon. ("I'm not fallin' for it this time/try and try too little too late" and again the "you should know better than this/than to cover up the truth with you poisonous lips") A bit of a weird interpretation, that's for sure. But look at me making a song about cheating all about Anakin's journey!

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❧ Bloodsport '15 - Raleigh Ritchie

Your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me when you have a turn I drive you crazy, but you always return [...] Although you love me, sometimes we're mean Things can get ugly, but we're still a team We are an army that breaks from withing but That's why we're stronger and that's how we'll win [...] I've got your back, and though it's stacked against us I've got your hand, it's us against consensus And I will burn the people who hurt you the worst and I will no learn Cause I am too young and too dumb to consider the terms of breaking the law And I'll curse the day that they return With a smile on my face as their heads hit the floor And they're done, now it's curtains, the bloodlust's a clusterfuck, it hurts but it's working And even if you ask me to stop, it's too late because I've already decided their fate It's not a distaste, it's pure hate and it pulsates and it works its way around my brain Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I'll protect you till the day I meet my maker So don't fight me now cause you might need me later Loving you is a bloodsport Fighting in a love war It's not what I'm in love for, I'm yours I don't know if you can help it, maybe I'm just being selfish

Soooo, basically Anakin doing to Obi-Wan what he did to Padmé: loving him so much he thinks he has to turn to the Dark Side to save him. The first part I can almost imagine said by Obi-Wan, actually. Like, he's aware that sometimes Anakin hates their dynamics, but also that they are both in love... Which just ends with total madness.

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❧ Sweet Love of Mine - Joy Williams

I was broken, I was blind Lost in a moment I thought I left behind Then you woke up this dark soul of mine Carrying a light I thought I'd never find When you found me, I was all alone The whole world around me, but nowhere to call home I heard your voice sing like heaven's choir Gathered up my fears and threw them in the fire

I'm well aware this song is about pregnancy and how the singer found herself in the experience of becoming a mother. BUT, hear me out: what about an AU with either one of them being a Sith and the other one is still a Jedi. Instead of fighting each other, the Jedi tries to save the Sith, because they realize that the Sith actually never had a chance to be anything else since they grew up with a Sith as their "parent" and Master. But if we still want to keep the pregnancy element, fuck it! It's perfect for an Omegaverse AU, with Anakin maybe about to fall when he finds out he's pregnant and that is how Obi-Wan and their unborn child save Anakin. (Is this very specific? Yes. Do I care? Nope, and that's why this song made it into the playlist.)

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❧ Senza fare sul serio - Malika Ayane

There's a post on my blog already about why this song makes me think about the Jedi Order in general. I know I should probably keep it in a different playlist. Alas, it's still here. Have a link to my previous post if you are interested on reading a complete translation and the explanation of my reasoning. HERE!

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❧ Conversations in the Dark - John Legend

I will never try to change you, change you I will always want the same you, same you Swear on everything I pray to That I won't break your heart I'll be there when you get lonely, lonely Keep the secrets that you told me, told me And your love is all you owe me And I won't break your heart [...] And we, we got places we both gotta be But there ain't nothing I would rather do Then blow off all my plans for you

It's just such a lovely love song, I couldn't help myself. This seriously gives me sappy Obi-Wan vibes in any way, shape or form.

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❧ If You Ever Leave, I'm Coming With You - The Wombats

You know I'll do Whatever you want me to [...] Take you out of this You reluctant optimist And if you ever leave, I'm coming with you Stuck to the gum that's stuck on your shoe If you ever leave, I'm coming with you [...] Am I losing you in the dark baby? No more breaking stuff No more acting up Filling your head with doubt

A song about the obsessive kind of love that hints of a way too dependent relationship? Something that mentions losing themselves in the dark? Of fucking course I relate this to Anakin and the way he loves people!

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❧ Transplant - Sea Girls

You're breaking all the promises tonight I'm always dancing by myself as the music plays I'm always one step behind, off-beat, out of place Now I'm looking for you, you're looking away [...] Your heart changed Mine stayed the same I don't recognize your voice when you're saying my name Your heart changed And mine beats the same way [...] Wish I could be back in the moment We were shining, we were making mistakes 'Til your heart changed Mine stayed the same

Have I mentioned that I have a lot of RotS feels? Yeah, so, in my head the "dancing" works like an analogy to fighting and the "music" is literally the sound of battle. Which is why this fits perfectly as far as I'm concerned. An even the "always one step behind" part is just Obi-Wan not realizing Anakin was slowly turning to the Dark Side. But it can be related also to how Anakin basically felt like he didn't truly belong with the Jedi.

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❧ Read my Mind - JONES

Can't control my thoughts But I'm trying every day [...] But sometimes I want impossible things When you hear my voice, what does it say? Need a language, we're lost in translation From impossible thoughts and feelings Why don't you know before I know? What I need to say, before I can How come you don't have the answer Before I asked you the question? Wish you could read my mind [...] It's been a long time since we've been together In the same world, just want you to look at me Like I was everything you ever wanted again [...] Just hold me like I'm everything you wanted again

A good song of the two people pining will always make me think of those two dorks. And their feeling are definitely lost in translation even in canon, with Anakin never realizing how much Obi-Wan actually cares for him because of Palpatine's manipulations.

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❧ So Much It Hurts - Niki & The Dove

Oh, I ask you where you've been 'Cause you always come home late nowadays What a fool was I to think we were safe From the thieves in the temple [...] Oh, won't you bring it back? After all that we've been through together Is it now you gonna throw it all away? Oh, a love like ours Tell me, was it worth it? Oh, the thieves in the temple Oh, but you said that For better for worse You would always be there for me Always be there for me Always be there for me like I'll always be there for you Good times and bad times

So this screams Padmé being cheated on. Like, Anakin still married to her, yet he is always sneaking away after they spend time together to be in the Temple with Obi-Wan. Like, Obi-Wan is literally the thief in the Temple that steals Anakin away from her. (Which I'm sure is actually a metaphor for how the couples' marriage is the temple and someone is disrespecting it by taking away the other's lover. But look at me making this literal, 'cause why not!).

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❧ Power & Control - Marina

Give a little, get a lot That's just how you are with love [...] Think you're funny, think you're smart Think you're gonna break my heart Think you're funny, think you're smart Yeah, you may be good looking But you're not a piece of art [...] Power and control I'm gonna make you fall I'm gonna make you fall We give and take a little more 'Cause all my life I've been controlled You can't have peace without a war

Another song for an AU, this time one with both of them being Sith, most likely being enemies too at first. Before they decide to work together against Anakin's Master.

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❧ No Hero - Elisa

Don't you shut your eyes And hide you heart behind a shadow 'Cause you can count on me As long as I can breathe [...] I've fallen from grace Yeah, I'm much less a saint than a sinner Oh, no I ain't no superhuman 'Cause that's just in the movies, I know But I'll carry you throught the night Through the storm Give you love, always love in return I can't jump over buildings I'm no hero But love can do miracles I can't outrun a bullet 'Cause I'm no hero But I would take one for you [...] 'Cause I'm no hero But I'd spill my blood for you If you need me to I'll be there

Another song from an Italian artist, but this one is in English! And I totally see this song for a scenario where one of the two isn't a Jedi or even for a Modern AU. But it can totally work for Canon compliant too because Anakin is the one every calls hero with no fear. It fits then if Obi-Wan tells Anakin that he doesn't feel like a hero, but he would do anything for Anakin.

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SOOOO, this post is getting way to long (like, it was way too long even just with the first song). And I made it to an even 20 songs. I feel like this a nice place to stop for now. Don't worry, these are just the first 20. I have more in my private playlist, but I want to make another post like this when I add them to the public one. Because I can. And that's what I'm gonna do.

#obikin #obikin playlist #star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #if you do anything with these song please TAG ME!#I wanna know!#i get very emotional for heart + bones #it's one of my favorite song ever #the subtle poetry of it gets to me every single time #that is THE break up song #fight me over it #maybe I should have made a single post about it #that would have been smarter #oh well #also sorry for the truly terrible icon #i have no photoshop skill whatsoever #Spotify

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So uh...there’s this au that’s very near and dear to my heart (also very wip and unlikely to ever see the light of day) that I like to affectionately call ‘for once this is someone else’s problem’ or alternatively, ‘au in which Dooku is based’.

Essentially, Anakin kills Dooku. Woo! Yeah! That’s fantastic he saved the chancellor why does he feel so awful, he’s a terrible Jedi, he might have just saved the republic, oh god but can he save Padmé, the chancellor can help, he cares despite everything he’s done, he’s a terrible Jedi, they’d hate him if they knew, most already do, he only has Padmé and the chancellor but he might have just saved the republic- ad nauseam, he’s in a bad place.

But not for long, because one minute he’s holding crossed sabers, red and blue, where Dooku’s neck used to be, and the next he’s stood in his room. In the temple. Something about the space feels unfamiliar- he hasn’t stayed here for almost a year, between his berth on the warship, and Padmé’s apartments when he has leave. Regardless. He’s more concerned about how less than a minute ago, he was somewhere Not Here. He turns off the red saber and tucks it away into his belt, holding his own at the ready. ‘Weird Force Shit’ has followed him around his whole life (and before it, besides). All he can do is look around, and if there’s some trap? Well, he’s ready to spring it.

A long time ago (and yet not so long ago at all), Obi-Wan, freshly and traumatically bereaved, becomes Sith-Killer, Knight and Master in one moment, although all he wants is to be called Padawan one more time. He’s fought to keep Anakin, to get to train him like Qui-Gon wanted. He can’t afford to ruin this. He’s not an easy child, if any are- earnest and defensive alternatingly, somehow both shy and brash, loud and very quiet. Confusing for a young man who barely met him before he had the duty to raise him slammed onto his shoulders by his own Master’s dying wish. Their first morning in the temple, he wakes up his new Padawan, and applies himself to making breakfast. But then he turns around and his Padawan isn’t there. He goes to open his bedroom door and check on him, but the door swings open. Only...that’s not his nine year-old charge.

Anakin stands in the doorway, aghast. That’s not his master. At least, not as he remembers him from yesterday. It’s like he’s stepped directly into a memory from his first days at the temple. This isn’t how his visions normally work- the air feels pleasantly cool, the atmosphere peaceful and the force calm, rather than the burning, screaming fear that haunts his nightmares and shows him only war and guilt and death. He doesn’t think he can bear to see Obi-Wan die. Or, if this is only a normal nightmare, not a ‘gift’ of the Force....maybe that could be worse, to see him scream and reject him, as much as he would deserve it. The Tuskens, his wife, now Dooku. Which of his crimes would this imaginary Obi-Wan hate him for. He almost wants to ask, to get the dream over with and wake up, or break out of the vision and stagger home. But ‘Obi-Wan’ is looking at him like he’s a stranger. Maybe that hurts more than hatred or heartbreak ever could.

Obi-Wan stares at the stranger standing on the threshold of what would be Anakin’s room, and what used to be his and Qui-Gon’s kitchen. He’s holding a lightsaber, blue but humming discordantly in the force, in a metal hand. The other is flesh, fingers clenched into a fist at his side. He’s dressed like a Jedi, but he looks too near to Obi-Wan’s age for them to have been strangers. Whoever he is, he’s stood with his weapon lit, between Obi-Wan and his Padawan, and tension, strong enough to barely be restrained by proficient shields roils around him. Obi-Wan himself hasn’t had a chance to meditate since Naboo, and the sudden charge to the atmosphere unsettles him. He ignites his own saber.

Then, of course, Anakin turns his saber off and says something that alerts Obi-Wan to the true weirdness of the situation. This isn’t some strange intruder- it’s his 9 year-old Padawan replaced with his 22 year old Padawan. Surprise! Except they still don’t know how this happened, and whether his own Anakin is out there somewhere in the future (for the sake of the galaxy I, for one, hope not- Anakin isn’t that fussed because oh the chancellor will take care of him until the jedi can solve this- you can see how this could be terrible) or just...gone (also terrible, I will have to make up a suitably happy resolution for this issue because all I want is a time-travel fix-it goddamnit, don’t make me consider the implications.)

Before they can start to figure things out, they have some interpersonal issues (“I’m taller than you and I’m only nine!”) and other issues arise (“MASTER DOOKU cut off your hand!?!” “Wait what’s a ‘seppie’?”). Before they can really start to think about this like the (nominally) mature Jedi adults that they’re supposed to be, Obi-Wan just gives up. He frogmarches Anakin to accost Dooku and make him explain himself Force-damnit.

Somehow this turns into a fix-it fic Dooku redemption style? I have not considered this in much depth at all but I just want him to weaponise his private school debate society boy vibes against some deserving corrupt tories for once instead of maiming teens, calling people plebs and practising menacing expressions in his floor length mirror.

#oh hell #long post #look I just kin Dooku and want him to have made better choices #he's like....got a superiority thing and for what? he really hasn't earned it #chaos in the google doc #hmm I will tag this as #based dooku au #for now #stupid time travel #fix-it #star wars

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Fear of the unknown

Chapter 2

Summary: Your boyfriend Rex has been gone for a month long campaign and you can’t wait to see him, but something has happened during the campaign that changes everything

A\N: The rewrite of fear of the unknown! Any feedback on this is greatly appreciated.

You and Rex both arrive back at his quarters, completely exhausted after the Council meeting. Rex was asked all kinds of questions about the mission, and the circumstances that lead to him becoming a werewolf. And everything that happened after. It was tiring for Rex, both physically and mentally, but you stayed with him the whole time, and he is grateful for that. You both learned that the Kaminoans wanted to experiment on him as soon as they heard, but they were quickly and harshly stopped by the Council.

The whole meeting ended up lasting a few hours, and it was late when you had arrived on the Resolute, so it’s way past supper time now, but you were supplied with food. Obi Wan was trying to figure out why Rex wouldn’t transform, so he went down to Coruscant earlier to go through the Jedi Archives. He’s hoping to get some answers.

One you’re in Rex’s quarters you turn to him. “Hey, would you mind if I borrowed one of your shirts? I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.” Rex looks at you with wide eyes. “Aren’t you going to head back to your apartment?” You raise an eyebrow, “This late?”

Rex blinks in confusion, then he looks sheepish. “Sorry, I forgot what time it was.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, making you chuckle. “That’s okay, but even if it was earlier. I would still stay with you, Rex.” Rex Smiles at you. “Thank you, Cyare, I just don’t know how you can sleep in the same bed as a monster.”

You frown with a sigh, walking over to Rex and placing a gentle hand on his arm. “For one, you are not a monster, Sweetheart. Nothing could ever make me change my mind about that fact. And two, You are the most handsome werewolf I’ve ever seen.” Rex snorts, then chuckles and pulls you close. “I’m the only werewolf you’ve ever seen, Cyare. But thank you.” You smile against him, pulling away only to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love you, Rex.” Rex smiles and hugs you close again, being careful of his new strength. He gently licks the top of your head again, nuzzling it as well.

“I love you too, and yes, you can wear one of my shirts." Rex lets go of you and walks over to the tiny dresser, he grabs a shirt and tosses it to you, and a pair of his shorts. You smile. “Thanks, Rex.” You turn around and Rex looks away to give you some privacy, you change out of your clothes and into the shirt and shorts Rex had given you. “I’m done, you can look now.” Rex turns around to see you walk towards him and set your clothes on his dresser.

You turn to him. “Ready for bed, Sweetheart?” Rex yawns a big yawn, showing off his sharp teeth. But you don’t care at all. “Yeah, I haven’t slept very well since I was turned into… this.” You frown, but offer Rex a comforting smile. You walk over to the bed in the corner and lay down, you squeeze yourself as close to the wall as you can. Rex is going to need lots of room. Rex stares at you with doubt for a moment, but you pat the bed and smile. “It’s okay, Rex.” He smiles and walks over, crawling into bed beside you. He’s very careful not to break the bed, or you, in the process.

Rex wraps his arms gently around you, then pulls you against his chest like he always does. You snuggle into him and get familiar with him, some things are the same. He’s still wearing the same pants that he always does during the day, the only difference is the rips in them that allow his fur through. It tickles your knees as you chuckle a little, Rex is usually one to wear shorts and a t-shirt to bed, but not tonight for obvious reasons.

He snuggles into you as well, letting out a sigh of longing and content. He hasn’t held you in his arms in a month, and he has missed you so much. “You smell amazing, Cyare! I missed you so much, Y\N.” You smile at him, moving up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Well, I’m glad that you don’t think I stink.” Rex lets out a breathy chuckle, nuzzling your hair. “You could never stink to me, Cyar’ika.” You sigh as you sink into his fur, allowing your eyes to drift close. You listen as Rex’s breathing slowly evens out and he falls asleep, he still hugs you close, even in sleep. You smile as you slowly drift off as well, allowing the quiet hum of the ship and Rex’s quiet breathing lull you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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Your eyes flutter open and you breathe in deeply, sighing as you feel Rex gently nuzzle your neck. You smile until you realize that this feels too normal. Wasn't Rex a werewolf? You think to yourself, waking up a little more, you glance down at Rex's arm, he must've thrown it across your waist in his sleep, and found it much smaller, with no blonde fur in sight. You turn over and come nose to nose with Rex, human Rex, you gently cup his cheek as he lets out a little sigh. He's still asleep and has no idea what has happened.

You smile softly, happiness bubbles up in you. Although there's confusion with it, he's been trying to transform, but he only transformed now. It doesn't make any sense. Why would it happen while he was asleep? And he has slept in this form before, so why now? You look at Rex closely, there's nothing to indicate that Rex is a werewolf except for his torn, stretched out pants and the bite scar on his forearm.

You push the thoughts away, only wanting to think about Rex right now and how happy you are that he's human. You love him no matter what form he's in, but you know how unsure and scared he was when he was stuck as a werewolf. He's going to be so happy to know that he can be human again. You lean over and give him a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Rex hums a little in his sleep, then you pull away and do it again. This time his eyes gently flutter open and he looks happily at you. “Mornin’ Cyare,” You smile and cup his cheek. “Rex? Have you looked at yourself yet?” you ask quietly, and his face twists to confusion, he raises an eyebrow then looks down at himself.

His eyes widen when he sees that he’s human again, a large smile appears on his face as he jumps out of bed and looks himself over. “How… I’m human again!! How did this happen! Y\N?” He looks over at you, but you frown and shake your head. “I have no idea, Rex. I woke up and you were human, I’m not sure why?” Rex gives you a soft smile and sits back down on the bed, hugging you close to him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.” he whispers gently as he hugs you tightly, you blink in confusion, unsure of why Rex would thank you.

“What are you thanking me for, Rex?” You gently pull away and cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. Rex sighs, closing his eyes and gently leaning into your hand. After a few seconds he opens them again. “You never left me, you stayed even when I was a monster. And you are still here even when I may turn back into that monster.” You pull him close, kissing his forehead, then his lips. “Again Rex! No more calling yourself a monster, and of course I stayed, you are still the man I fell in love with, just… Furrier. You always are no matter what you look like.” Rex smiles and nuzzles his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and sitting like that for a few minutes. When Rex pulls away he gently grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

“We should probably go tell the General’s that I’m human again. Hopefully General Kenobi’s figured out why I couldn’t transform.” You smile at Rex and give him a quick kiss before standing up. “I’m sure he has, Sweetheart.” You grab your clothes and quickly change into them as Rex turns to stare at the wall after grabbing a new pair of blacks to change into. “I hope so, I don’t really want to get stuck like that again” you smile softly as you turn around to see Rex clipping his armor on while staring at the wall, you let out a little chuckle, prompting him to turn around. He smiles as he finishes up putting his arm pieces on. He walks by you and sits down on the bed to put his leg armor on. Once he’s finished he walks over to you and gives you a soft but quick kiss. “Ready to go, Cyare?”

You smile and give him a nod. “Yeah, I’m ready.” you grab his hand before pulling him towards the door, he comms General Kenobi as you punch his code into the door. No one answers, making you and Rex both raise an eyebrow. The door slides open and you both walk out into the hall. Rex turns to you as you walk. “I’ll call General Skywalker, he always knows what General Kenobi is up to.” Rex waits patiently as his Comlink tries to get through to General Skywalker, after a few seconds General Skywalker finally answers. "Hey, Rex. How are you feeling after everything that happened the past few days? " You smile softly, General Skywalker is one of the friendliest Jedi you've ever met, you should have known that he would ask how Rex was first. Rex smiles excitedly "I'm doing good, sir. I finally turned human." There’s an excited gasp from Anakin.

"That's great, Rex, I'm so glad you're okay now." Rex smiles as you chuckle. "Thanks General, do you by any chance know where General Kenobi is?" Anakin sharply breathes in, obviously annoyed. "How many times have I told you to call me Anakin, Rex? But yes. I know where Obi Wan is, he's sleeping in his quarters after I had to rip him away from the Jedi archives." You and Rex share a look, Of course General Kenobi would research all night instead of sleeping, from what Rex has told you he hardly ever sleeps. Rex sighs softly, but filled with annoyance. He hates that General Kenobi almost had a sleepless night because of him.

"Well, just let him sleep, force knows that he needs it. Just tell him to comm me when he's up, please." “Of course, Rex.I’ll talk to you later.” Rex hangs up the call and you both get going, walking through the halls of the Resolute as you run into Fives, you smile. The surprise and happiness on his face is evident when he sees that Rex is back to being human once again. He grabs Rex and hugs him close. “Rex!! You’re human again!!” Rex chuckles as he hugs Fives close. “Yeah, I am.” Fives pulls away and gives Rex a confused look. “How? We-- we tried so hard, how did you figure it out?” Rex sighs, looking at Fives. “I didn’t figure it out, I just woke up this morning and bam, I’m human. Neither me nor Y\N have any idea why.” Fives gives Rex the most comforting smile he can muster and pulls him close again. “Who cares, at least you’ll be able to go back to leading the boys. I seriously have no idea how you ever managed it Rex." Rex smirks as he hugs his brother back. “Lots of Caf, and I have Y\N here.” You roll your eyes and punch his arm as he pulls away from Fives, groaning when you realize you punched his armor.

You glare at him. "You're just sucking up." Rex smirks at you as Fives outright laughs, but then Rex frowns. “Just because I’m human again, doesn’t mean that I won’t transform again.” Rex is trying to be strong, but he can’t keep the tremble out of his voice, and both you and Fives notice.

“Hey, whatever happens, you are still my brother, my Ori’Vod. No amount of fur, claws or sharp teeth will ever change that.” Fives tells him, pulling Rex close again, he then pulls away only enough to place his forehead against Rex’s. You then place a hand on his shoulder as Fives pulls away. “He’s right, none of us are going to leave you, Rex.” Rex smiles, nodding at you both.

“Yeah, thanks. That made me feel better.” Fives smiles. “Well, it’s true. Now let’s head to the Mess, I’m starving.” Both you and Rex burst out laughing at Fives, who glares. “What? I am!” with that the three of you head to the Messhall, you agree with Fives, you are absolutely starving.

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All the Troopers in the Mess pause their chatting to turn and look at you three, but mainly at their Captain. Some wave happily at Rex, and others yelling a welcome back at him. They are all definitely happy to have their Captain back. None of them mention a word about Rex being a werewolf, or being human again, your bet is that they are trying to keep Rex comfortable, and you are very thankful for that.

The three of you grab your food,then go and sit down with Jesse and Kix, who wave you three over. You sit between Fives and Rex on one side, while Kix and Jesse sit across from you. You try a bite of the food, making a face and deciding that you hate the food here, it tastes horribly bland. No flavor at all.

Rex must see the face you make, because he starts laughing, but quietly. “Now you see why I love your cooking so much, Cyare.” You give him a shy smile, you aren’t sure that your cooking is that good. And you tell Rex that. “It isn’t that good, Rex.” You tell him quietly as Jesse, Kix and Fives all widen their eyes, giving you a surprised look.

“Not that good!? Kriff, Y\N! We all fight over the leftovers Rex brings with him, even General Skywalker!” Fives tells you as he gestures around the room, your own eyes widen with surprise, you can’t believe that everyone loves your food enough to fight over, even General Skywalker! You don’t think your food is that good. Kix chuckles. “He’s right, Y\N! Fives, Jesse and even General Skywalker end up in the medbay because they’ve gotten injured fighting for your food. I can’t blame them though, it is delicious.”

You smile at them softly, happy to know they like your cooking. “Now that I know, I’ll definitely cook extra food for you guys to share.” Both Fives and Jesse’s smiles widen considerably, even Kix’s smile gets a tiny bit bigger.

Rex frowns slightly, he’s happy you want to do that for his brothers, but he doesn’t want you to have to do all that. “You don’t have to do all that, Cyare.” You smile, grabbing Rex’s hand and giving him a soft kiss, he hums but looks around, his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You’ve only been dating for six months, so he’s still not used to kissing you in front of his brothers, who chuckle.

“It’s okay, Rex. I really don’t mind. I’ll just make bigger meals and send it with you.” Rex nods as you give him another kiss as his brothers chuckle, but don’t make any comments so as not to make him uncomfortable. You pull away then continue to eat, you do your best to ignore the bland taste of the food. Jesse, Fives and Kix do the same.

Then Rex’s Comm goes off, he raises an eyebrow and pauses his eating to answer it. He looks at the ID. “It’s General Kenobi!” He answers it. “General Kenobi.” “Rex, it’s very nice to what from you, Anakin has informed me that you’re human again?” Rex smiles happily as you and his brothers smile as well.

“Yessir. it somehow had happened while I was sleeping, I still haven’t figured out why.” You hear a hmm sound from the other side of the Comm. “Well, we’ll try to figure that out. Can you meet me in the meeting room, I think I've found some information about werewolves you should hear. It might help us figure out this… predicament." You sigh in relief, not believing that you and Rex might finally find some answers.

"Yes, Sir. We'll be right there." Rex tells General Kenobi, then You and Rex excuse yourself and head to the meeting room, you both hope to finally have more information about werewolves that might help Rex, maybe even a cure.

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You both make it to the meeting room, General Kenobi and General Skywalker are already there, making you smile happily. Although he does look very tired, General Skywalker wasn’t kidding when he said he had to drag General Kenobi to bed, and that he needed rest. You both sit across from them, and you bounce your leg nervously as Rex squeezes your hand.

“Rex, I’m very happy to see that you are human again.” Obi Wan smiles and Rex returns it, but squeezes your hand again. “Not as happy as I am, General.” General Kenobi smiles. “I’m sure, and you can both just call me Obi Wan, no need for formalities, same with Anakin.” You nod, making a mental note to do that. General Sky-- er, Anakin looks over at Obi Wan.

“Master, what exactly did you find out about werewolves?” Obi Wan sighs, giving Anakin an annoyed look. “Be patient, Anakin. I’m getting to that.” Anakin sits back and pouts, making Obi Wan shake his head. You and Rex both chuckle. "So, I found out a few things. Pretty much there isn't much besides legends about werewolves. But I found out that one of our own Jedi padawans was bitten by one 300 years ago."

Your eyes widen significantly. Wait! What? There was a werewolf Jedi. You think to yourself, you almost can't believe it, Anakin and Rex both have surprised looks as well. “What? That's impossible, we would know about it? Wouldn’t we? Why were we never told this!”

Obi Wan sighs. “It wasn’t that we weren’t told about it Anakin, nobody knew. His Master had a journal where he had talked about it, that’s the only place I found any information about him, or anything else about werewolves.” You give Obi Wan a curious look, how could no one have known about this.

“Who… Who was he?” You ask, curious about who this Jedi was. You’d like to know everything you can about this so you can hopefully help Rex. Obi Wan gives you a sad look. “His name was Jak, Jak Evos. and he was only ten years old when he was bitten.” Everyone's eyes widen at hearing that, and Rex looks over at Obi Wan with a look of sadness. “H-He was only a youngling, I-Im an adult and I can hardly handle any of it, I can’t even begin to imagine being his age. The poor child.”

You grab Rex’s hand, giving it a squeeze, you agree with him, that boy was just a child, it’s absolutely horrible. Obi Wan nods as Anakin sighs with sadness. “Yes, what that poor child must have went through must have been horrible.” Obi Wan shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts to no avail. “I asked Master Yoda about him, he knew the child, but he never had any idea that he was a werewolf. Him and his Master kept it a secret from everyone.” You look down at the floor in sadness, your heart goes out to that youngling, how afraid must him and his Master have been to never tell anyone, not even Master Yoda.

“What happened to him, Master?” Anakin asks softly, voice filled with sadness as he asks, he’s just as upset as you and Rex. Obi Wan turns to him. “Master Yoda said that Jak died in battle, he was in his forties.” Then he looks towards Rex. “I did find some useful information in the journal so far though.” Rex perks up at that, making you and Anakin both hold back chuckles. “Really? What is it?” Obi Wan gives a soft smile.

“Well, a werewolf's transformation is connected to their emotions, such as fear or anger. Which is probably why Rex couldn’t transform, he was much too afraid and nervous.” Your eyes widen as you think about it, that’s definitely not good. After a few seconds, Anakin pipes in. “So once Y\N arrived on the Resolute and spoke to Rex, he calmed down enough that when he fell asleep, he transformed back.” You smile, Anakin is definitely right, Rex had fear pretty much radiating off of him when you had arrived, but once you told him you still loved him, and that you would never leave him, he calmed down considerably.

Rex blinks in confusion. “So what does this mean, exactly? I'll transform whenever I get upset!?” Rex squeezes your hand hard, not hard enough to hurt, but still hard. You can tell he’s afraid, and you squeeze his hand back. “Hey, it’s okay.” You whisper to him, making Rex look at you and calm down a little.

Obi Wan smiles at the two of you, but then he frowns. “It’s not just then, if you’re on a planet during a full moon cycle, you will transform no matter what. Nothing will stop it, and to make matters worse, the journal says that transformation’s caused by the full moon are very, very painful.” Obi Wan has an upset look when he says that information, and you have the same kind of look. What’s going to happen now? Most planet’s have a full moon cycle, what will Rex do if he gets caught up in one?

Anakin sighs heavily with frustration. “What are we supposed to do, Master? What if Rex transforms during a mission and none of us can calm him down?” Rex looks down at the floor, knowing that his General will say he’s a liability, but-- “I won’t have him in a position where he could get hurt or killed, Master. He’s my friend and one of my men!”

Rex looks over at Anakin, who smiles softly at him, making Rex give a surprised look. It brings a smile to your face, but then you frown. Rex can be gone on missions for up to months at a time, although none of those have happened so far in the time you have been dating. But if he did transform and couldn’t transform back, he could jeopardize the mission. Or it could take a long time to get him back to you.

Obi Wan looks between the three of you before smiling. “There is a bright side, from what I read in the journal, Rex may be able to learn how to control it. Jak’s Master wrote that Jak couldn’t stop it completely when he was too upset or angry, but he could hold it off, although it was kind of painful too.” You squeeze Rex’s hand as worry fills you, so many things could happen if Rex couldn’t hold it back.

But Rex just smiles at you, then at Obi Wan and Anakin. “That could help, if I start to transform, I could hold it back until I get to better cover. Away from the battle.” You smile at Rex, that’s a good idea. It would keep him safe, and not jeopardize the mission at all. Then Anakin turns Obi Wan. “But we still have the problem of Rex transforming back to human.” your smile drops as you realize that, that's still a problem.

Obi Wan smirks. “That's where Miss Y\N comes in.” You look at him with surprise as Rex and Anakin both do the same. “Wait? What do you mean, me?” You ask, pointing at yourself as Rex nods. “Yeah, what do you mean, General?” Obi Wan looks between the two of you and smiles. “I was thinking of asking the Council to allow her to accompany you on missions, she is a Mechanic. And Anakin does need another mechanic on the Resolute, do you not, Anakin?”

Obi Wan gives Anakin a sly smile, who happily returns it. “He’s right, we do need another mechanic.” You smile as you see where they’re going with this, and you love it. This way you can be with Rex all the time and if he does transform, then you can help him turn back human. “I’m in!” You tell them excitedly. Making Rex turn to you, he has a worried look on his face. “Are you sure, Y\N? It’s going to be dangerous.”

You smile at him. “I’m sure.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly, you are absolutely sure that you want to go with him. You then turn to Obi Wan. “Is that all you learned, Obi Wan?” You ask as you glance at Rex, you can tell he’s ready to leave. He seems to be having a hard time processing everything. Obi Wan nods.

“I haven’t finished the journal yet, but that’s all I’ve learned so far. I’ll comm you two if I learn anything else. And Rex, you may take a break today, you deserve it.” Obi Wan looks at Rex, who nods. It worries you since Rex isn’t one to take breaks. You grab his hand gently, and you both leave the room. You turn to him and offer a comforting smile. “Where do you want to go, Rex?” He looks at you, a face full of fear and nervousness. “My quarters, please?” Rex whispers, making you nod and chuckle. “Okay, lead the way.” You tell him and he smiles, as he pulls your hand and gently starts leading you to his quarters.

It’s only a few minutes of walking through corridors, and you're there. Once you are both through the door, Rex closes it behind the two of you, and walks over to his bunk. He starts stripping off his armor, and you look away when he gets to his blacks, giving him some privacy. Rex chuckles sweetly at you, making you smile. “You can turn around now, Cyare.”

You do as he says, smiling when you realize he’s wearing the shirt and comfy pants you had bought him a few weeks ago. He then frowns, worry filling you as he starts pacing around the barracks, breathing heavily as his mood takes a complete turn for the worst. He hugs himself, and you can tell that he is freaking out over… everything that has happened in the last few days.

“What… What the kriff do we do!! I…” He takes a deep breath, and you walk a bit closer, only for him to start walking again. “I can’t be in the middle of a mission and just… just suddenly turn into a giant wolf!!! Do you know how bad that could end!!!” You look closely at your scared boyfriend as he paces around, seeing tiny bits of blonde fur starting to grow on his face and arms, as his ears grow a tiny bit longer and pointed. His eyes are a glowing yellow as well.

He seems so afraid, breaking your heart into a million tiny pieces. You know he’s scared… so so scared. And he has every right to be, this is a scary and new situation. One that is almost completely unknown. You walk over to him, he’s taller now, but you don’t care, not at all. You gently grab him so he stops pacing and looks down at you, eyes filled with fear. You gently wrap your arms around him, standing on your tip-toes and pressing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.

Rex hums, wrapping his arms around you, the kiss ends and he immediately shoves his face into your hair, and you feel him take a sniff. It makes you chuckle, but then you pull away, cupping his cheek and gently thumbing a bit of his fur with your thumb as he looks you in the eyes. “Rex, it’s going to be okay. Remember what Obi Wan said? You can hold it back if you have to, maybe long enough to hide.”

Rex looks down at you with so much love in his eyes, but there is still so much fear in them as well. “Y/N… I… Look at me. I’m partly transformed as we speak. If this happens, and the Separatists find out--” “Shhh.” You shush him, as tears fill his eyes and fall down his face. It isn’t often that your captain cries, but when he does, you know it’s bad. “I’m scared, Cyare. I’m so, so scared.” He lets out a heart shattering sob, as he breaks in your arms.

You pull him close, feeling him nuzzle and smelling your hair on the top of your head. “We’ll… We’ll figure this out, Rexy. I promise.” You tell him, trying not to cry. “But if you don’t want to transform right now, then you need to calm down. Try taking a few deep breaths for me, alright?” You ask softly, and Rex nods. He starts to breathe deeply, and you feel him relax in your arms. After a few minutes, he starts to shrink down to normal height, all his fur disappearing as his eyes and ears return to normal.

Rex pulls away from you, smiling softly at you as he wipes his tears away. “What would I ever do if I didn’t have you, Cyar’ika?” He asks softly, and you smile, but then tears flood your eyes, finally falling down your cheeks. Rex immediately frowns, pulling you close. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry, Mesh’la. Please don’t cry.” He whispers, gently kissing your tears away, but more continue to fall.

“I… I’m scared too, Rex. I don’t want to lose you… I… I want to be strong for you, I shouldn’t be crying.” Rex’s eyes grow soft, and he pulls you into a hug. “You don’t have to be strong, we’re both scared. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He kisses the tip of your head, holding you close in his strong arms.

“You're going to have to grab your things from Coruscant soon, Cyare. We're probably going to have another mission in the next few days.” He tells you quietly, nuzzling the top of your head. You’re thankful Rex changed the subject, as your tears slow and you smile.

“I’m sure Fives will get a gunship ready for me tomorrow, he probably already has. Now, how about we spend today watching some holo-films and cuddling together? Just you and me?” You ask, earning a happy smile from your boyfriend. “Yes, please. I’d love to.” He presses a kiss to your lips, pulling you tight against him. Then Rex swings you up into his arms, carrying you over to his bed and setting you down on the bed.

Rex sets up the holo-player, and your favorite movie, then he lays in bed, pulling you on top of his chest. And that’s how the two of you stay, snuggled up to eachother, just relaxing and forgetting about the events of the past couple of days.

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tennessoui · 3 years

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33 obikin 🙏

bless i can't write anything straightforward or normal to save my life

33. Celebrity/Fan AU (modern AU, singer Obi-Wan)(1.8k)

Obi-Wan had only wanted to cook, really.

He’d decided on Tuesday night that he would take Friday off as a sort of self-care day. He needed it. In the midst of a world tour, finally with a week to breathe back in his home city, he’d wanted to relax for a day. One day without music or an audience of any kind, just him in an apartment filled mostly with dusty counters and almost expired foods.

He loves his fans, because of course he loves his fans. He loves the fact that people relate to what he writes enough to listen to his albums, although he has gone through several different sounds over the course of his career. He loves that he can be 39 and still touring the world, even though he started his career as a 13-year-old-child-actor turned teen-pop-sensation turned serious musician turned perhaps-washed-up-serious-musician turned very-much-serious-musician-actually-this-time.

If not for his fans, he wouldn’t be able to afford this house on the outskirts of his town. He wouldn’t be able to boast his performances in three-fourths of the world’s major cities. He wouldn’t be able to continue to have a career. No. He loves his fans.

It’s just that sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he just wants peace and quiet, a moment to himself, where he can float away without concerning himself with the flow of the setlist, the timing of the encore, the lyrics and rhythms of songs he wrote a decade ago when he was practically a different person.

It’s just such a shame that Obi-Wan leaves the handle of the wooden spoon too close to the stove’s open flame when he stirs and adjusts the heat to low for an hour so he can go soak off his stress in the bath.

It’s just such a shame that the smoke alarms from the kitchen cannot be heard over the music he’s playing in the master bath.

Obi-Wan sinks beneath the water, enjoying the unyielding pressure. He doesn’t want to retire, he tells himself. He has so many more songs to write. Sure, he hasn’t written an actual good song in two years and people are starting to notice. Sure, the intense scrutiny is driving him up the wall and killing anything creative that he’s ever harbored in his soul. Sure, his muscles and bones ache and he had almost had a breakdown the other day when he first walked through the door of his home and couldn’t remember if there was a bathroom on the first floor, but.

But he doesn’t want to retire yet. He just has to admit he’s waning, even to himself. Whatever inspiration he had has been used up or otherwise escaped. All he has now to his name are songs that have already been sung.

He doesn’t know how long he spends in the bath, really. Long enough that the album changes twice. Long enough that his fingers prune up and his eyes grow lax. Long enough that he tells himself that no matter how soothing the lavender essence is, it would be very dangerous for him to fall asleep in the bath because the news articles alone would be enough to raise him from the dead only to strike him down again.

(Long enough for the wooden spoon’s handle next to the pot to catch on fire. Long enough for that fire to burn down to the oil on the spoon itself. Long enough for the dishtowel it was resting on to ignite as well.)

The smoke alarm clues in before Obi-Wan does.

Luckily, Obi-Wan had paid extra for a smoke alarm that, when registering a certain threshold of smoke, sends a notification to the closest fire department.

Luckily, this all happens while Obi-Wan is unaware, but before he becomes in peril.

He actually remains unaware of the whole thing right up until the moment a fully-suited firefighter kicks through the door of his bathroom.

That’s when he jerks up, very unceremoniously. “Fucking Chr--what?” he shouts, raising a hand to cover his exposed chest for reasons unknown.

“Obi--??” the masked firefighter starts to say, in something akin to shock, but like Obi-Wan is going to give ground here and now. He’s cornered the market on shock on this occasion, thanks much.

“What the--”

“Your house is on fire!” the man yells over him, looking around the bathroom wildly until he sees a fluffy off-white bathrobe hanging by a hook near the door. He throws it at Obi-Wan, who just catches it before it can get wet.

“My house is what?” Obi-Wan splutters, standing automatically to put on the piece of clothing. The helmet of the firefighter turns away to give him privacy. Despite himself, he finds it rather endearing. He ties the belt around his waist tightly, stepping out of the tub.

As soon as he’s out of the water, the other man swoops him up and over his shoulder. Obi-Wan lets out a scream which he’ll probably be absolutely mortified about later.

But now, what’s more distressing is the way his body is responding to the hold he’s been placed in. He’s thirty-nine years old. He’s definitely too old for this. He should definitely know better than to be even slight aroused by such a display of...strength and stalwartness and--

The man walks him out of the bathroom and the very first thing he notices is the heat that hits his skin. “Oh!” he whimpers and then yells wordlessly in absolute panic as he realizes what this heat must mean. His house is on fire. Actual fire. Actually on fire. There’s a fireman here. Because his house is on fire.

He’s only a little ashamed to admit that there’s a fair amount of thrashing that happens immediately upon this realization.

Enough so, in fact, that the firefighter transfers him from over his shoulder to cradled in his arms, so as to hold tightly against the movement of his limbs. “Stop--moving!” the man says irritably. Obi-Wan wants to tell him to work on his bedside manner, seeing as how his house is on fire, but he doesn’t have time before they descend the stairs and he can see the actual flames.

The stairs themselves are fine, which makes sense. Hot air rises. The dining room, parlor, and entryway look like they’re absolutely covered in fire though, so really his fireman was just in time to save him.

The smoke is acrid against the back of his throat, and Obi-Wan buries his face against the textured shoulder of his rescuer's uniform just so he doesn’t have to look or breathe the air, although he feels the smoke already working its way through his lungs. Well. That might just be his imagination.

They’re out of the house in a matter of seconds, and Obi-Wan’s eyes water immediately at the difference in air quality.

The man who’s been carrying him sets him down gently on the lip of the fire truck, far enough away from the house that he’s not in any danger--though most of the place is fine still--but close enough that someone can keep an eye on him. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t remembered to grab his phone. That phone was very important. Hopefully the other firefighters will be able to stop the fire before it reaches his bathroom.

His firefighter seems intent on hovering close to him, even as there's a fire raging in the background. Obi-Wan supposes that there's around five firefighters on his property, including the one in front of him. The other four should probably be able to handle it, whether or not the fifth decides to join in or stay hovering around Obi-Wan like he's a sickly orphan.

“Are you okay?” An earnest voice asks him from under the helmet.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth to say he’s fine, that at most he just feels like an idiot for being stranded outside in his bathrobe as a group of public service officials fight a fire he certainly, most likely, probably caused.

But he starts to cough instead, and his firefighter steps forward immediately, placing one hand on his back and the other on his chest, both beneath his robe. He hopes the man can't feel his shiver. That would be even more mortifying than his current situation.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” Obi-Wan wheezes after the coughs have passed. The helmet the man is wearing only shows a quarter of his face, but he looks awfully boyish. “Aren’t you a little young to be a firefighter?”

“Deep breaths, please,” the man (boy?) tells him, which isn’t a proper response. “There’s an ambulance already on the way--it’s protocol, sir--but yes, I’m trained in emergency medical response.”

“A man of many talents,” Obi-Wan says dazedly, rubbing a hand against his chest where it aches as he watches a few men run around his house with a house. “And here all I can do is sing.”

“Hopefully you still can, sir,” his firefighter responds. “Only I’ve got tickets for your show in two days, and my little sister has been excited for weeks over this.”

Obi-Wan laughs despite himself. He’s sure it sounds at least a little bit hysterical. “Would you like me to dedicate a song for you? The man who saved my life?”

Even the helmet can't hide the nice shade of red his firefighter blushes at those words.

“What’s your name?” Obi-Wan asks, smoothing down his still-damp hair. It feels important to know his name. It feels just as important to look his best, given the circumstances.

The firefighter ducks his head and takes off his helmet. Obi-Wan wonders if the man should be going back to work, or if he’s been assigned victim duty. Either way, Obi-Wan isn’t going to complain, definitely not after his firefighter shakes out his hair and turns to face him with a sheepish grin stretching across a handsome face. “‘M Anakin,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan is awfully aware that he’s dressed only in his bathrobe in front of a very pretty firefighter who seems to know who he is--who seems to have tickets for his upcoming show. “Call me Obi-Wan,” he tells him, already trying to remember his manager’s phone number so that he can bump Anakin and his sister’s tickets up to the VIP section. It’s the least he can do, after all. Anakin had just saved his life.

“Wish it was under better circumstances,” Anakin says with a shy sort of twist of his mouth. Obi-Wan gets the impression that it isn’t just his little sister that’s been excited for his concert. An impression that is solidified quickly as Anakin tacks on, “I’m a huge fan of your work.”

Obi-Wan laughs incredulously at this, at the entire situation, at the man in front of him, at the fact that some part of his brain has started composing a song the second his firefighter had smiled at him in his bathrobe with his tired face and wet hair, kitchen burning his house down because he’d forgotten basic fire-safety rules in favor of his own self-care soak.

“Well,” he says, patting his firefighter’s knee, “I don’t have to tell you that I’m a huge fan of your work as well.”

#later anakin gives obi-wan such a huge earfull about proper fire safety in the kitchen #never leave something unattended for more than like five minutes >:(#but also later obi-wan writes an entire album full of fire related songs and or songs about burning #only some of them would call to mind mustafar and theyre all anakins least favorite ones because they're sad break up songs #and anakins like >:0 every time he hears one of those in public #tries to contain the urge to be like 'my husband LOVES ME BTW and this song is A FICTIONAL WORK not based on ANY actual EVENTS #we're SO happy together and if he were here I'd MAKE OUT WITH HIM RN' just in case any gossip rags got any ideas from the new albm #ahsoka refuses to go out in public now with him just in case #so does obi-wan #asks #my fics #obikin #prompt fill

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highsviolets · 3 years

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Thinking about soft! Javi rights:

The country could be hot; you knew this by now. One of the first things you did upon arriving was stake out your local corner store, a nearby cafe, a fresh market. On one of these adventures, the day unbearably warm, you wandered into the freezer section and found a delicious popsicle treat made of milk and strawberries and quickly became obsessed with it.

Javier has become used to seeing the stash in your freezer, has become used to seeing you eating them during late afternoons, on weekend strolls, on FaceTime when he calls you at night.

Obsessed with the way your lips wrap around the sweet treat, the way your cheeks hollow when you suck it, he never says anything; not wanting you to be self conscious about eating it.

You knew, though; you knew what he was thinking when you let your lips glide over it, resting the tip of on your bottom lip while he stared intently at your mouth through the screen.

Letting you know he was going to be dropping by after work one day, you asked him to pick up a couple of the treats, since you were all out. Walking through the door, he places the stash in the freezer and turning to face you, he has one in his mouth.

Comical at first (you’ve never seen him eat something sweet; let alone a popsicle) your gaze quickly becomes heated when he joins you on the couch; his shirt unbuttoned to show the exposed, flushed skin of his chest, his hair damp at his temple, his tongue just peeking out to lick at a sweet drop of melted sugar.

Scooting close to you, he holds the treat out to you with a question and you take it; your fingers brushing over his. You put your mouth on the popsicle, right where his was and he watches for a second before sliding his hand under your tank top, pulling it down in the front to expose your breasts. His mouth still intensely cold from the treat, the sensation is shocking when he puts it on your heated skin; his tongue gliding over your pebbled nipple, his wet mouth enveloping it.

It’s a shame, the waste, when you set the popsicle down on your table and let it melt; your mouth now busy doing other things with Javier.

He’s rummaging in the kitchen when he takes your call, propping your digital image on the beaten-down coffeemaker before crouching on his hands and knees, tight jeans flush with the cool surface.

For someone who tends to think that the kitchen exists to reheat takeout and house his liquor collection (and even that’s on the bar cart in the living room), Javier empties the contents of his freezer with unrestrained vigor, thick forearms flexing with the effort. Frozen goods slap onto the unforgiving tile, encircling Javi in a mishmash of cardboard boxes and tupperware.

Finally noticing your silence, he looks up at you, eyebrow raised in a silent taunt. The vision makes you ache, almost. But not quite. A child’s demeanor peeks through those broad shoulders hunched over the white light of the freezer, locks of hair dropping kisses to his brow in a lingering caress that those fingers can’t seem to push aside. Javi’s mouth is slightly slack, lips rounding in a soft o and hovering open in concentration (and, though he will never say it, embarrassment).

He grumbles when you ask him what he’s looking for. ’S nothing, baby, he says, unceremoniously tossing the food back into the freezer. But there’s a slight frown obscuring his features as he competes the routine task and raises himself to his regular height, now staring down at you on the small screen of his phone.

Spotting your curious glance, Javi gives you lopsided smile. “You know, I was thinking,” he announces, hands on his hips, “it’s been a while since we went out. Wanna take a drive out of the city this weekend?”

“What were were you doing in your freezer?”

“I know a good taco place on the coast,” he says, raising his voice slightly to speak over you, drowning your words in his vision. “You’d love it, baby; the tacos are almost as good as mine and you can hear the waves —”

Not for the first time, you wish he was here, or you were there, in his cramped apartment. FaceTime is good, but these days it’s not enough, not when missing him is more of a habit than a conscious thought. If he was here, you’d place your hands over his on his hips, fingers brushing the bare skin where his t-shirt rides up and look up at him with wide eyes until he finally submits to your faux-interrogation. But caught between city blocks and tingling remembrances and declarations whispered into headphones, you have no power except that which he can see.

“You’re not going to get out of the question by talking about food, Javier.” The scold is genuine yet still tempered with your gentle strength — quiet, firm, the colors of your affection staining each word.

He gives you a roguish smile, one that can still set you on fire even from blocks away. “No? Shall I talk about something else, then?” Javi pauses, considering, eyes shifting to gaze at something out frame, jaw shifting in thought. “I know. How about the way you sound when you come?” He laughs at your shocked exclamation — Jesus, Javi! — and winks.

“Because, you know, I could talk about that for hours.” He lets his body mimic the dip in tone, bracing his forearms on the counter to bring his face closer to the camera. The soft cotton of his t-shirt stretch as his muscles accept the weight, and the sight makes your breath hitch.

“You always sound so beautiful, baby. I fuckin’ love the way you say my name when I’m buried deep inside of you,” he murmurs, observing as you struggle to remain composed — the crease in your brow, the press of your lips, the slightest cant of your head to the left. Eyeing the bare swath of skin between your collarbone and your tank top — if you were here, would you let him mark you? — Javi continues his assault. “Such pretty moans for me, princesa.”

Opening his mouth to continue, he pauses when you lift your hand, bringing it into the view of the camera.

“Where the fuck did you get those? They’ve been out of stock all week,” he breathes, words biting vehemently into the open air, eyes focused greedily on the frozen treat in your hand.

“I’ve had them in my freezer for ages,” you goad, licking the popsicle in an exaggerated motion.

He’s watching, now, you can tell — so you continue your show, talking care to slurp around it and let out a hum of contentment. “These ones are the best, I think. They don’t melt too quickly, they aren’t that sticky,” you muse, letting your tongue swirl absentmindedly around the tip, resolutely ignoring his gaze. “They’re not overly sweet, either — I don’t like things that are sweet. Don’t you agree, Javi?”

Finally dragging your eyes away from the popsicle and up to his, you’re startled by the sudden shift in his demeanor. No longer bright and teasing, his eyes have darkened to the color of charcoal and are trained on your lips — stained red from the food dye and slightly swollen from the chill of the frozen treat.

“Of course, amor,” he consents readily, voice husky. “That’s what I was looking for, actually.” He pauses and wets his lips, thinking. “I’ve been craving one all day,” he finally says, and there’s no doubting his sincerity — and his true meaning — at the raw hunger in his voice, the way the words melt seamlessly together with a seductive harshness.

Your lips curl in a smile, tongue poking at the corner of your mouth to lick away the excess. “Why don’t you come over, Javi?” you say. “I have a whole box in my freezer, you know. We wouldn’t even have to…oh, shit.”

A sigh escapes your mouth and you raise your hand, where Javi can see the stain of melted sugar trickling down the back of your hand and onto your fingertips. “Damnit,” you curse, before putting the sticky finger in your mouth, making sure Javi can see the way you drag your tongue against your digit. Moaning slightly as you suck away the sugar, you let your eyes flutter shut, tilting your head back against the couch cushions and causing the thin tank top to stretch over your breasts.

Opening your eyes and letting your fingers fall away from your mouth, you repress a grin at the sight of Javi nearly slack-jawed, swallowing thickly. “What I was I saying? Sorry, baby, I got distracted,” you coo.

“Don’t — fuck,” he groans, running a face of his hand in frustration. “You know what — don’t move. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Javi leans in even closer, narrowing his eyes in focus. “And you better have a whole box, princesa,” he warns. “We’re going to need them.”

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pkg4mumtown · 3 years

Text

Signs of Attachment (Ch. 3)

Summary: Having an auditory processing disorder never slowed you down, but it mean you were confined to the Temple when the Clone Wars started. Will the frustration of not understanding people at times make for a rather lonely existence?

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G (for now)

Warnings: Hard of Hearing Reader, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader

Taglist: @trash-dino-5000

A/N: Thank you, again, for everyone who’s read. This is the tentative end, but I may add an epilogue at some point!!

Just a reminder:

“Text.” Means someone is speaking.

“Text.” Means someone is speaking and signing.

Text, Means someone is signing.

Chapter 3 - Falling

I mulled over a data pad in my examination room, counting down the seconds until I could run to the mess hall for lunch. I felt an all too familiar signature approaching my door, making me look up before it had even opened. It had been a couple months since that spar with Obi-Wan, but we had both enjoyed it so much that we made a habit of it at least once a week. Though, not as intensely as that first one that left both of us rather sore the next day.

“Good afternoon,” Obi-Wan signed immediately upon seeing my eyes fixed on him. His voice rang out melodically, so I basked in it before it would inevitably become muddled.

My eyes widened when I saw his hair, “You got a hair cut?”

He paused, embarrassed because I’d noticed.

“Yes, yesterday,” he ran a hand through his hair, which was brushed over to the side, his mullet long gone.

“It looks good, I love it, Obi-Wan,” I complimented, his cheeks tinting pink almost immediately.

“Have you had—lunch?” He asked, stumbling over the sign at the end.

“No, not yet,” I stood and stretched.

“Come with me,” he nodded his head toward the door with a bright smile.

“What are you up to?” I squinted my eyes at him.

“You’ll see,” he winked.

I followed him, impressed with his progress every day. Obi-Wan led us away from the direction of the mess hall, toward the entrance to one of the gardens.

I smacked his arm to get his attention, “Where are we going? The mess hall is that way.”

“Patience,” he smirked and patted my shoulder. He led me with his hand still firmly on my shoulder while we entered the gardens. We weaved our way through to the back until we stopped at a sort of clearing. I felt him tap my shoulder before he dropped his hand.

“My Master and I used to—have mid-meal here often,” he explained.

“It’s beautiful, Obi-Wan,” I sighed in awe at my surroundings. I had been in the gardens hundreds of times but never in this specific spot, hidden just for Obi-Wan and his Master. I looked down, seeing a small blanket, just barely big enough for us to sit on, and lunch already spread out for us, my head snapping to him in question.

“You planned this?” I questioned.

“Yes,” he signed, then waved his hand for me to sit down. “An excuse to get you alone, nothing compares to conversation.”

“I agree.”

We sat facing one another so signing would be easier, our legs crossed and knees nearly touching each other. The food was off to the side of us for us to grab. As we dug in to the food he had brought, my involuntary sigh of happiness at finally being able to eat made him laugh softly, something so much easier to hear here where it was relatively quiet and low distraction. I waved my fingers up and down at him to get his attention as he looked off elsewhere.

“Obi-Wan, did you make this?

A laugh bubbled from his lips and his head shook, “Stars, no, ask Ana—kin, I can’t cook.”

I felt a smile tug my lips as I watched him stumble over fingerspelling, “That’s not good!”

He just shrugged, “He survived.”

“How is your Padawan?” I wondered, not having seen him in a couple weeks.

“He was knighted,” Obi was signed, mimicking the cutting of a Padawan braid with his fingers behind his ear.

My eyes widened in shock, “That’s amazing, Obi-Wan, congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he signed, then bowed his head.

He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth, “What does this mean?” He asked and mimicked a sign I had just used.

My cheeks burned a little at having to explain it, “It’s your name.”

“But, my name is signed,” O-B-I- — -W-A-N? He finger spelled his name.

“Yes, you’re right, but see how long that took?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

Yes, “It was a lot,” Obi-Wan half signed and half spoke.

“Of course, if it’s okay with you, I shortened it to that. It’s just your hand making an ‘O’ and a couple swipes to your jaw,” I explained and demonstrated it again.

“That’s so much easier,” he repeated the sign. “Why here, though?” He asked, gesturing to his jaw.

“Um, your…beard,” I stuttered slightly.

“Interesting,” Obi-Wan murmured, running his hand over said beard.

I stared at the way his fingers sifted and twisted in the hair. I snapped myself out of a trance and continued on explaining.

“Usually, personal signs like that have your initial and something distinctive about you. Something you wear, your favorite animal, your occupation…”

“I see, so what would Anakin’s be? Because spelling his was exhausting, too,” Obi-Wan chuckled. I smiled involuntarily at the sound of his laughter, not always able to hear it so clearly in our brief passings.

“You’ll get better at it in time,” I nudged his knee with mine and finger-spelled “Anakin” quickly.

“That’s not fair,” he nudged back.

“Well, Anakin has a scar, right? That’s identifiable, so maybe this?” I made an “A” and drew a line down over my right eye with my thumb.

“That’s…genius, how did I not think of that?” Obi-Wan sighed.

“It can be hard to come up with them sometimes,” I shrugged.

“What did you use for Master Plo?” Obi-Wan wondered.

The words decided, then, to muddle together making me look at him strangely, Repeat, I signed to him.

“Sorry, what sign did you use for Master Plo,” he repeated and added sign.

“I made a ‘P’ with both hands and did the gesture for teacher, pretty much,” I demonstrated it for him. “It got the point across as him being my teacher. Similarly, he made my initial and did the gesture for student for me.”

“Clever, though you’re not my student, so what would you use now?” His hand made its way back to his beard, letting his fingers smooth over the chin area. And he wondered why I chose that area for his name.

“Mmm…the closest thing we have to ‘healer’ is ‘doctor’ so maybe…” I trailed off as I formed my initial with my dominant hand and tapped the inner part of my wrist on my non-dominant hand with that palm facing up. “I’d never really needed it before, but that works pretty well.”

I watched Obi-Wan repeat the sign a few times to commit it to memory.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he signed.

“Nice to meet you, too, Obi-Wan,” my shoulders jumped with laughter.

“How long do you have left on—your break?”

“Thirty minutes,” I answered after checking my comm for the time. I groaned and let myself fall backwards, my feet unfolding to land on either side of Obi-Wan. Most of my body was now in the grass behind me, not that I minded.

“Hey, you can’t nap, I can’t sign if you’re laying down!” Obi-Wan protested at my dramatic gesture.

“Relax, Obi, you’re doing well,” I rolled my eyes.

“But I’d like to get practice in!”

“We’re you a master’s pet? Because you sound like one. Oh, who am I kidding, of course you were,” I closed my eyes and rested my hands on my stomach.

I felt Obi-Wan move next to me and lay down, “I resent that.”

“But, was I not correct?” I opened my eyes and turned my head in his direction, seeing his head propped on his hand and looking down at me.

All he did in response was squint. Obi-Wan huffed and laid on his back, playfully bitter about not being able to practice, as if he hadn’t set up a whole lunch date. His hand fell into the grass, softly picking at the blades while the other rested on his chest.

“Obi, huh?” He commented turning his head slightly to raise an eyebrow at me.

“Sorry,” I murmured back, letting a hand slide off my stomach and fall into the grass, my pinky landing on his.

“I wasn’t complaining.”

“Your name is just so tedious that I have to shorten it in speech and sign,” I stressed the “and” by poking the back of his hand with my index finger.

“Yes, well I didn’t choose it, dear.”

“‘Dear’? How old are you?” I snorted.

“Our Temple Days are only five months apart, don’t insult me!”

“Says the man with gray hairs,” I mumbled.

“You’re insufferable. It’s a wonder I don’t have more, now,” he ripped a few blades of grass and used the force to fling them at me.

“You’re the one who invited me,” I sent the grass back at him, hearing him bat the grass off his face with his other hand.

I felt his hand shift under mine, taking it as a sign for me to move my hand, but as soon as I did his palm turned up and grabbed my hand back. I felt a blush rising up my neck, that I could probably pass off as a reaction to the grass, but probably not well. I could feel the contentment he was pushing through the force where our hands met, only making my blush rise faster.

What in the world was he doing?

He settled his hand when he was sure I wasn’t going to take mine back and let his fingertips barely pass through mine. Enough so, that if I squeezed my fingertips together just slightly, I could feel his next to mine.

“Why are you learning BSL, Obi-Wan?” I blurted out.

I did my best to shield my feelings, especially since we were touching, but I couldn’t help wondering why he was doing this. In the back of my mind, I knew it was for me but the fact of the matter is he was a model Jedi. He had no business growing so close to me these last seven months, learning a whole new language for me, and quite literally holding my hand in this moment.

I was too nervous to turn my head all the way but saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed anxiously. I could no longer feel contentment though his hand, but a nervous, vibrating energy instead. Obi-Wan’s fingers slipped entirely passed mine, lacing our fingers together purposefully.

I could read into it without him saying anything, but I was not going to be the reason one of the Order’s greatest Jedi would be expelled, or worse, fall to the dark side. Not that I was entirely without fault here, either. I had definitely fallen victim to attachment toward him, as well; hard.

“Obi-Wan, I can’t d—,” I moved to sit-up, but Obi-Wan sat up faster.

Please, wait, he let go of my hand very briefly to sign.

“Not now, I—.”

Please.

I could see the urgency in his eyes and hear it desperately in his voice as he plead with me, so I paused my hasty exit.

You’re—important to me, he signed slowly, foregoing speech because of the topic, trying to figure out what he wanted to confess as he went.

This isn’t good, Obi-Wan, the Council—

—Can’t understand BSL, he interrupted.

No, but they can read the force. You forget my old Master is also on the Council, I let my arms flop down in frustration.

I’m on the Council, too, now, or have you forgotten? He challenged with a playful twinkle in his eye.

Regardless, they are very set in their ways and my shields aren’t as impeccable as yours, my signing was more erratic than normal, his eyes tracking everything and trying to understand as quickly as possible. If I wasn’t so terrified, I would have said it was good practice for him.

I’ll help you, he took one of my hands in his tightly.

I scoffed and shook my head, No.

I quickly stood up, dropping Obi-Wan’s hand, only to be stopped by a single string of signs.

I’ve fallen in love with you, he finally signed, almost defeatedly dropping his hands in his lap. His eyes were downcast, my entire body frozen as I stared down at him sitting on the blanket. That’s why I’ve kept learning, because I…, he trailed off.

I didn’t even try to pretend that I didn’t feel the same way in that moment, he was just brave enough to say it first. I stared at him for ages, in tune with how his signature had wilted ever so slightly during this extended silence. I finally stuck my hand out to him, to which he looked at and then up at me. I waved my fingers impatiently, so he grabbed my hand and pulled himself up.

We stood almost chest to chest, neither of us moving. I held his gaze, trying to bring myself to sign but my hands were shaking next to me. Obi-Wan brought his hand up, brushing his thumb along my cheek. He didn’t rush me but seemed content to just watch my nervous face. Finally, I brought my hands up, his eyes immediately focusing on them out of habit.

I—I’ve fallen for you, too, I’m…sorry. I shouldn’t feel like this, we shouldn’t…, I looked down, feeling guilt wash over me like a tidal wave.

“No, no, no,” Obi-Wan murmured, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Never be sorry, not for this.”

I allowed myself to sink into his arms, the guilt barely subsiding at the contact. At least until Obi-Wan metaphorically opened the floodgates and pushed through the feelings he had kept hidden from me. I gasped against his tabards, a warmth surrounding me and taking my breath away. I pulled my head back to look at him, running my hand over his beard and smiling as he nuzzled into my palm. Obi-Wan let go of me with one hand, taking my hand in his own so he could bring it to his lips. With his eyes closed and a desperate kiss to my knuckles, he let my hand go and dropped his other from around me.

Can I kiss you? He signed shyly, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly.

Pleas—

He barely let me finish the full sign before he was pulling me back into his arms. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his shoulders as his mouth descended on mine.

There was nothing complicated or urgent about it, just a simple, exploratory meeting. I pulled away first, the location of this scandalous occurrence suddenly hitting me.

“I need to get back to the Halls of Healing,” I sighed as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Let me walk you.”

I nodded, allowing him to hold me close as we walked until we got to the busy hallways. In the semi-safe enclosure of my examination room, Obi-Wan pulled me close and kissed me again. This time, more urgently than before, his tongue swiping along my bottom lip and making me clutch his tunics tighter.

I smiled into the kiss but pushed him back by his chest, You’re getting too excited.

Sorry, he replied shyly.

I’ll see you later, I signed, punctuated with a quick kiss.

I’ll be waiting, he stepped backwards toward the door until the door swooshed open. I love you, he signed with his back to the hallway.

I love you, too.

With that, Obi-Wan left the doorway, giving me a passing sign for “ILY” while waving with that index finder at the same time.

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boonki · 3 years

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Ooh!!! "No more today, you’re at your limit.” ? ❣❣

Hi anon!! Thank you so much for sending this prompt in, I had so much fun writing it (also thank you for waiting, I’ve been a little slow with writing lately)

do we want 3.2k of obikin in the bath? idk but i wrote it! (also do the apartments in the jedi temple even have baths? idk. in this story they do LMAO)

as always, i write at 3 am, so if there are any mistakes, please.. just dont look at them

enjoy!! 💖

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Obi-wan throws a side kick that lands square in Anakin’s stomach, sending him stumbling backwards. He rolls over a shoulder, ready for the next attack. He blocks a fist to the face, and counters with a punch to Obi-wan’s stomach, which is easily batted to the side.

They’ve been going at it for hours, lightsabers tossed to the side in favor of hand-to-hand combat. Their robes lay messily off to the side of the training room, discarded hours ago as the room sweltered in the summer heat, the pair left only in their pants rolled up at the ankles. Anakin can see Obi-wan faltering, making easy mistakes that cost him light bruises; he must be incredibly tired, just having returned lightly injured from a mission to the Outer Rim. Anakin would so much rather see Obi-wan resting and curled up over a cup of tea, or taking a nap on Anakin’s chest so he can pet his hair down and hold him. But Obi-wan had wanted to spar, and Anakin would never say no to that.

Anakin sees the opportunity and tackles Obi-wan to the ground, straddling his bare stomach and pinning his arms above his head. Obi-wan bucks his hips to roll Anakin over, but Anakin had been prepared for that, digging his knees into the mat to keep grounded. Both of their chests are heaving, and a droplet of sweat drips off of Anakin’s chin and onto Obi-wan’s neck.

“I think we should call it quits for today, old man.” Anakin releases his grip on Obi-wan’s wrists and perches back on his heels, looking down at him.

Obi-wan smirks. “And stop while you’re ahead? No, let’s go again.” He makes to get up, pushing his elbows into the mat, but Anakin stops him with a hand to his chest.

“I’m serious. No more today, you’re at your limit. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Anakin’s tone is serious as he can be, his eyebrows raised, features stern.

Obi-wan falls back to the ground, closing his eyes as he catches his breath. “As far as I was aware, it’s you hurting me, but point taken, love. You win.”

Anakin leans down and pecks a kiss to his cheek, tasting salt, and stretches his lips in a wide smile. “I’ll grab us dinner from Dex’s and I’ll meet you back in our quarters, okay?” He shifts his weight to the side so he can slide off of Obi-wan, wincing at the ache in his already sore muscles. “And go shower? You need one.”

Obi-wan shoots him a wry look. “What, you don’t like the smell of sweat? I can’t, anyhow, I have to go report to the council first.”

“Do you want your usual?” Anakin ignores his sarcasm and hops to his feet, making his way towards their forgotten robes, wishing he had remembered to bring a towel with him.

“Of course, darling.” Obi-wan answers from the floor, still lying on his back with his arms stretched out above his head.

Anakin dons his robes loosely, grabbing his ‘saber from the floor, and takes in the sight: Obi-wan is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making him glow, and his hair is pushed back, giving him an oddly attractive tousled look. Anakin’s dick twitches in his pants, wanting to do nothing more than take him apart right then and there. But the desire to get some food in Obi-wan and see him rest and relax overwhelms the sexual urge. There will be time for that later on, no doubt.

He makes his way back to Obi-wan in easy, long strides and squats down, kissing him sideways, holding his sweaty head in between his palms. “I’m serious, you stink. The council can wait. Go shower.”

Obi-wan snorts. “No, they really can’t. Tell Dex I said hello.”

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Anakin shuffles through Padme’s favorite body shop, where she used to drag him when they had briefly dated years prior. He never would’ve admitted it to her, but he relished the fancy baths she had created for them, and had returned to the shop alone innumerable times since they politely ended things. His body always thanked him after a hot soak.

With how tired Obi-wan seemed when he had come back from his mission and padded into their quarters earlier, and how sore he must be after today’s intense practice, Anakin wants to do something special for him. Besides, they’ve barely been able to spend time together because of the war, and Anakin misses it just being the two of them. He hopes the bath won’t be too much for Obi-wan, but he knows the man has a soft spot for fancy things under that rigid exterior.

The shop is crammed and dense, with low ceilings littered with dried flowers hanging upside down, casting a faint rose hue over the entire place. Soaps in muted colors, wrapped in bright shades of paper line the walls, leading down to the wooden tables that hold syrupy oils and linen bags of flowers and herbs. Coarse soaps and lotions in clear tubs sit in wire baskets underneath the tables. The whole room smells like a meadow in bloom, and Anakin eyes the candles burning in the corners of the room in consideration.

Thankfully, he’s the only one in the shop currently, so he can take his time picking the right products. He pops the cork out of a bottle of bath oil and takes a whiff: light, and flowery, with a faint hint of jasmine. Throwing it in his cart, he adds some cream soap, and, hesitating a little, a bag of assorted flower petals to hover on the surface of the water. He already has floating candle lights for the bath at home.

“Are you all set?” Sasha, the elegant female Twi’lek that owns the shop, leans against the register, eyeing him fondly. She used to tease him all the time about coming here alone, but they’ve moved past that, into a tentative friendship.

“Yeah.” He slides his basket onto the counter between them.

She eyes his items, cocking an eyebrow. “Is this for someone special?”

He can feel the blood rushing into his cheeks and ears, but doesn’t want to admit it one way or the other. “Maybe.”

She barks out a laugh at his bashfulness. “Lucky person, whoever it is.”

“Uh.” He doesn’t really know how to answer that. “Thanks?”

Her smile is playful, like he’s a child that just said something particularly cute. With the efficiency of someone who’s been doing it for years, she rings out the total and wraps all the items up in a paper satchel, sliding it back across the counter at him.

“That’s going to be 83 credits.”

He really hopes the council doesn’t look into his expenses, he wouldn’t know what to tell them.

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The door to their quarters swings open cautiously and Anakin peeps inside, worried that he took too long. After popping by the body shop, he swung by Dex’s as promised, and Dex had wanted to catch up, and rightfully so; it had been too long. Anakin had shifted from foot to foot the entire time though, anxious about getting home to draw the bath before Obi-wan returned from meeting with the council. But Dex is a viable source of information, a fantastic cook, and most importantly, a long time and loyal friend, so Anakin had plastered a good natured grin on his face and quieted the nag of unease in his stomach.

The living room and kitchen is quiet, and Anakin doesn’t hear any noise coming from either the ‘fresher or their bedrooms. Anakin is in the clear.

He drops the food off unceremoniously onto the kitchen counter, throwing his outer robes over a chair on his way to the ‘fresher, bag of goods in hand. Flipping on the light, he starts up the hot water and pulls out the candle lights that sit underneath the sink. As the scalding water rises to the top, he pours in the oil and soap, and sprinkles the flower petals across the water, deliberately placing the candle lights in last so he could perfect their destination. They glow to life as soon as they make contact with the water, and Anakin smiles at the sight.

Stretching back up to stand, he turns the light off and shifts the door shut, letting the dim incandescence float through the room, a heavy orange that immediately adds intimacy to the space.

He has to admit, he’s outdone himself.

Then: a creak of a door hinge, the shuffling of tired steps, and crinkling of the take-out bag as Obi-wan no doubts sneaks a fry in before Anakin catches him.

Anakin bounds back to the kitchen, like a child bursting at the seams.

“I have a surprise, before we eat,” he says to Obi-wan’s back. (He is sneaking a fry.)

“That’s never good.” Obi-wan replies, turning around to lean back against the counter, chewing thoughtfully.

“All my surprises are good surprises.”

“Oh, like the time you superglued my datapad to the ceiling so I would pay more attention to you? You could have just asked, dear one.”

Anakin huffs, and covers the distance between them in two short strides, nudging Obi-wan towards the ‘fresher, covering both of Obi-wan’s eyes with his hands.

“Just,” Anakin murmurs, “trust me on this one.”

They lumber towards the ‘fresher, Anakin pushing a blinded Obi-wan forwards with each step. When they make their way to the entrance, Anakin stops them, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Smells good, at the very least.” Obi-wan hums, in no hurry to have his sight back.

Anakin, however, cannot wait and eagerly pulls his hands back, watching Obi-wan’s face for a reaction.

The smile begins in Obi-wan’s eyes as they crinkle, and then it moves down to his cheeks and into his mouth, which is pulled back in a twisted, tender way. Joy sings through every feature, and Anakin is elated.

Obi-wan turns his head to look at him, his gaze tender. “Is this for me?”

Anakin bites the inside of his cheek. “For us, to share, if you want. Unless you want to be alone, I’m more than happy to go lay down, but I thought-”

“For us, then.” Obi-wan leans in and kisses him on the jaw, already undressing. For the second time that day, Anakin looks down at a small heap of clothing. He closes the ‘fresher door behind them.

As soon as he slides his legs into the water, Obi-wan moans, and Anakin, no matter how many times he’s heard it, blushes, his breath quickening. Obi-wan is somehow both the most proper, and most obscene person Anakin has ever had the good graces of knowing.

The petals dance away from Obi-wan, ripples in the water sending them cascading in circles. “Come on, then,” he says to Anakin, who is still staring down at him with a dopey smile on his face.

Anakin makes quick work of his clothing, standing naked next to the bath. He motions for Obi-wan to lean forward so he can nestle in behind him.

The water is still piping hot, almost uncomfortably so, but Anakin makes a small ahh noise at the feeling of it on his sore muscles. He snakes his legs on each side of Obi-wan, pulling him back so that Obi-wan’s back lays flush against his chest, having to shoo a candle light out of the way. It bumbles along their sides, and out towards their entangled legs, illuminating the peachy bubbles and sunset tinged petals that bob in their wake. Obi-wan tilts his head back, resting it on Anakin’s shoulder, and sighs in contentment.

He drops a kiss on Obi-wan’s temple, breathing him in, his arms finding their home around Obi-wan’s waist. The skin on Obi-wan chest, arms, and face glimmer in the candlelight, flickering orange, more radiant than any Tatooine sunset, and Anakin wants to fall face first into the radiant gleam of his heart, wants to crawl into Obi-wan’s chest and bask in the warmth of his love, his light.

“This is lovely,” Obi-wan whispers, fluttering his eyes closed. “Thank you.”

Anakin’s hold around his middle tightens a bit in response, trailing a hand up and down Obi-wan’s stomach in repetition, a mindless gesture. “You seem tired lately.”

Obi-wan turns his head toward Anakin’s, resting his forehead in the crook of Anakin’s neck. He doesn’t get a response for a few heartbeats, and Anakin wonders if Obi-wan heard him. And then:

“Well, we are at war.” Obi-wan’s tone is flat, nondescript. Anakin knows Obi-wan is mincing his words for his sake, and as a bad habit of holding tight to all of his problems, like sharing them would break him. Anakin wants to share the load with him, help carrying the burden.

“Are you sure that’s all?” He mumbles into Obi-wan’s humid forehead, sweat beginning to glisten at his hairline from the searing water.

Obi-wan lets out the faintest of sighs through his nose, carefully considering his response. “I wish I…,” he grabs Anakin’s hands in the water, laying them on top and threading his fingers into Anakin’s, “I wish I could help more. Do more. None of it ever feels enough.”

Anakin gazes over their tangled legs, barely visible underneath the bubbles drifting over the surface, and aches all over at the thought of Obi-wan feeling inadequate. He wishes Obi-wan could see himself as Anakin sees him: brave, selfless, the entire backbone of the war, and a brilliant General and inspiring leader. Anakin has, and would a million times over, follow him into the depths of hell. The petals stick to their skin, creating a small halo of reds and purples where their bodies meet the water.

“You’re doing enough.” Anakin sighs. “You barely sleep, you’re always doing briefings and writing reports, and when we’re finally on a break you’re off training younglings, sitting in for the council, kriffing asking for sparring practice.” He huffs a laugh of disbelief into Obi-wan’s hairline. “You practically run this war yourself sometimes. When do you ever rest?”

Obi-wan is silent for some time, probably thinking of some way to deflect everything. He comes back with rare and unusual honesty. “It feels selfish, taking time for myself when I know there are people out there dying. Innocent people.”

Anakin scoffs. “How are you supposed to help them if you’re ready to keel over yourself, hm?”

“We’re jedi, that’s what we do. Besides,” Obi-wan rubs his face on Anakin’s neck, tone turning sweet, “I have you to make sure I don’t.”

Anakin grins into the wet curve of his head, his hair plastered to his skull from the steam wafting up around them, making the edges of the room disappear into a soft and warm fog.

“You’re enough, and you deserve rest.” He plants an overdone kiss on Obi-wan’s skull, rougher than usual to make a point.

Obi-wan hums noncommittally and tightens his hold on Anakin’s hands, somehow sinking further into Anakin’s chest.

He squeezes once and then untangles his fingers from Obi-wan’s hold to trace over his body. The tops of his thighs are as far as Anakin can reach, so he starts there, letting his fingertips graze over sensitive and supple skin, over soft hair and old scars. He moves to the base of Obi-wan’s stomach, purposefully ignoring his cock in favor of showering him with pure adoration and affection. He’ll let his hands wander there after they’ve eaten and gotten into bed.

Anakin loves the broad plain of Obi-wan’s chest, loves to rest his head on it after a long day, so he spends extra time there, dragging his fingernails across the pink skin, smoothing the sting down with the flat of his palm. He glides up to Obi-wan’s neck and into the base of his auburn hair, gently massaging the tense bundles of nerves that always seem to gather after a long and stressful day, and Obi-wan melts into him, humming sleepily.

Overwhelmed that Obi-wan is his, that this breathtaking man is resting in his arms, seeping into his chest and finding home in his heart, he can’t help but want to stay like this forever: clean, warm, safe, and together.

“You’re so beautiful,” Anakin breathes out, voice cracking, “and I love you so much.”

The petals gleam in agreement, hovering in reverence near him, their red hues like Anakin’s beating heart, holding Obi-wan in place. He understands their predicament; he, too, would bloom and fall and bloom and fall for this man, would reach out as far as he can from the wet and mossy ground to be regarded and gazed at, plucked and taken home. Even if it meant dying, wilting away, it would be worth it to be held near his face, to be carefully tucked into a vase to watch over him in the final days. Him and these flowers are one and the same, always gravitating towards the brightest point in the room, his sun, his reason for blooming.

Soft and slow breaths escape Obi-wan, and his chest evens out in a regular cadence. He must have fallen asleep. Good, Anakin thinks.

Anakin holds him close and watches the bubbles pop, one by one, as the time passes. Candlelight reflects off of the still surface of the water, the rise and fall of Obi-wan’s chest the only movement causing faint ripples. This is the closest he’s come to meditation lately, and it feels so wonderful.

He’s not sure what time it is, and can’t be bothered to care if anyone has comm’d him. Here in the four corners of their shared space is Anakin’s entire universe, and bliss simmers in his chest.

Anakin’s fingers are starting to prune and sweat drips off of chin. The water is starting to cool, though, and if Obi-wan hadn’t been stuck to his body, he probably would want to get out. He doesn’t want to wake him though, as sleep is rare and precious these days.

His stomach, however, has a different idea, and growls loudly, startling Obi-wan awake, who chuckles at the sound.

“Maybe we should go eat that food you brought back,” he teases.

Anakin can’t help the guilty smile that creeps its way onto his face. “How does eating and going back to sleep sound?”

“Sounds like the best plan you’ve ever improvised, my dear.”

Anakin makes a psh noise. “I don’t ever improvise.”

Obi-wan scoffs, a high pitched laugh from the back of his throat. “So this was all planned, then?”

Anakin sees the opportunity and takes it. “What, falling in love with you? No, but that has been my greatest achievement this far.”

Obi-wan raises his head from Anakin’s shoulder and meets him at eye level, twisting his body around to kiss Anakin deeply, biting his lower lip and sucking. Anakin snakes a hand to the back of his head and kisses back, trying to pour all his love, his entire heart, all of him, into Obi-wan’s mouth. He wants Obi-wan to pluck him, and know he loves me, he loves me, he loves me with the pull of each petal.

Obi-wan breaks their kiss and leans back, staring into his eyes. “Well, unlike you, I do actually plan, and my greatest achievement this far will be devouring the order of fries waiting for me in the kitchen.”

Anakin laughs, and flicks water at his face.

#obikin #boonki writes #obi-wan/Anakin #obi wan/anakin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #swcw #star wars #fluff #pure fluff #anakin is king of fancy baths #fanfic #writing #why do i always write at 3 am?? i am too tired to edit this

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gffa · 4 years

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Honestly, I don’t know. Both of these characters did love each other very much, but they’re coming at this with a whole lot of baggage. For Anakin: Despite that Padme never gave him any reason to doubt her, he still couldn’t stop fearing that she was going to betray him. She made it very plain that she wasn’t interested in Clovis as anything other than a friend, that she had important reasons for working with him, but Anakin time and again kept boiling it down to her having romantic feelings for someone else.

Padme did everything “right” with Anakin, she always treated him with sympathy and softness, no matter what. She poured all of her love into him, she got swept up in the romance with him just as much as he did many a time, yet he still cannot trust her. It’s the same on Mustafar--she has given every indication that she wants to be with him, wants to have a family with him, wants to leave with him, but he still turns on her and thinks she’s plotting behind his back when Obi-Wan reveals himself.

He’s willing to turn on her with the slightest indication without giving her a chance to explain. She says, “No! I love you!” and he screams back that she’s a liar and starts to Force-choke her.

This is what Anakin is bringing to this relationship--yes, he’s high on the dark side and this is a really bad critical moment, but that’s what the dark side does. And further canon (especially Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith and Vader Immortal) really hammer home that he’s unwilling to face his own mistakes about this, that he was responsible, that the dark side twisted him into this. Would he be willing to come back if Padme were still alive, would he be willing to leave the dark side behind for a second chance at a relationship with her? I honestly can’t say. I suspect not, because as much as he loved her, he didn’t really want to live a simple, quiet life. He desperately wanted something bigger and grander, he wanted to rule an Empire with her, he wanted to remake the galaxy into what he wanted. He wanted a shadow of her, this idea of her, not the woman who actually said no to him.

Then there’s the other side of this relationship. For Padme: She is someone who does try to put her foot down, to set boundaries. We see that she does this really well in Attack of the Clones, where she tells him, “Stop looking at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable.” But then in that same movie, when he confesses that he’s killed the Tusken women and children, she doesn’t express any horror at this, only comforting him, telling him that being angry is being human.

She sees someone who is in incredible pain, it’s completely understandable, but it also shows that she’s willing to overlook his actions for how sad he was about his mother’s death. By the end of the movie, despite knowing him for about a week, she’s marrying him. Yes, the circumstances on Geonosis are intense, which will put intense feelings into a boiler pot and make them even more intense, but she’s still known him like a week. Padme is very much someone who gets swept up in romance and how she feels empathy for Anakin, she aches on his behalf. It’s the same with the Rush Clovis arc in season 6, where he beats the shit out of Clovis because he thought Padme was kissing him and she says they need to take a break. By the end of the arc, intense circumstances (Clovis’ death, her own almost death) have her setting all that aside again to be with him, to exchange romantic holo-messages with him, to daydream about having their baby together on Naboo. She has seen what Anakin does when he has dreams of someone dying, like with his mother. He directly says that these dreams are like those and he won’t let Padme die, but she says they’re just dreams. And when Anakin murders the Jedi younglings after having turned to the dark side, Padme’s first response is angry disbelief.

She goes to Mustafar to try to talk him back, but he’s off the deep end, so she backs away, saying, “You’re not the person I married, you’ve become this person I can’t follow any longer.” She absolutely does mean this--but she’s meant it before, too. And she’s come back before, too. Even her final words about Anakin are, “There’s still good in him.” because Padme cannot maintain those boundaries. So, I’m not sure how this set-up would necessarily even work, if Padme even could set down the boundary of “turn back to the light or we’re done” and keep it in a way that would actually force Anakin to change. Because the dark side isn’t just anger, it’s also pain and suffering--which Padme is incredibly vulnerable to in Anakin. If she somehow could maintain that boundary, it’s possible that Anakin would come back, but I wouldn’t be willing to bet money on it. Anakin has always loved the idea of her just as much as he loves her for herself, so much of their relationship was about his feelings for her, that nothing was more important that the way he felt about her. And when she goes against what he thinks she should be doing, goes against his feelings that he’s giving her, he gets furious and lashes out. He’s absolutely willing to physically assault her if he gets angry enough and that trigger is a hair trigger at times. And here’s the other thing: I think Anakin loved Obi-Wan just as much as he loved Padme, though, in different ways (even if they’re both romantic or if one’s romantic and one’s platonic, they’re still different), he knew Obi-Wan loved him and he knew Obi-Wan would accept him back if he turned away from the dark side. He knew if he went to Obi-Wan, even after everything, and asked for his help, Obi-Wan would listen to him, would still love him.

In the vision he has in Dark Lord of the Sith, the Force/the kyber crystal shows him this and Anakin’s eyes are blue again, he’s able to make his choice freely, and he rejects it. He rejects coming back from the dark side. Now, his relationship with Obi-Wan and Padme are different, he can’t break down Obi-Wan’s boundaries the way he can Padme’s, nor does he have the same physical power over him that he does over Padme, the fight on Mustafar illustrates that. Obi-Wan gives Anakin every chance, the entire battle is written to be like a married couple having a fight where Obi-Wan is trying to give him time to calm down, as well as Obi-Wan will not let this happen, even though he desperately didn’t want it to come down to this. Anakin refused to come back, though. Once the dark side got its hooks in, once he was willing to murder the Jedi and the Jedi children, once he was willing to help burn the Republic to the ground, he couldn’t go back. He knew what he’d done was wrong, he was never going to be able to accept someone who knew what he’d done, knew him and what that really meant. That’s why Ahsoka could never have brought him back, either. Because Anakin hated himself for what he’d done so deeply that he couldn’t accept anyone who knew him, that’s why it could only have been Luke or Leia who made him have his final selfless moment, someone that represented the future, rather than his past.

"Just imagine this person that’s so wrapped up in their hatred for themself as much as external hate, that he just can’t deal with it. He needs to destroy [Ahsoka]. So there isn’t empathy for her. I’ve never thought that she could be something that would turn him back from the dark side, because that would completely rob Luke. That would make it seem like that story was just one possiblity of many, when I think that Luke or Leia are the only possibility of their father’s redemption.” --Dave Filoni Anakin knew these people that he loved would accept him back, knew they loved him, but he couldn’t face it. He tries to bring Padme back in Dark Lord of the Sith, when he’s fresh off his turn, but even then it’s just a reflection of himself that he’s chasing after, not really her. In Vader Immortal he’s also trying to bring her back, but he’s chasing a shadow of her, not really her. It’s not about her, it’s not about what she would want, it’s not about the horror she would experience at what he’d done in her name (murdering children, murdering entire planets), it’s not about how she would react. It’s about his feelings for her. And that’s not something that would bring him back from the dark side. Padme is different in that he’s used to eventually breaking down her boundaries, so he feels a possessiveness towards her that he can’t have for Obi-Wan or Ahsoka (who assert their boundaries and keep them), but ultimately if Padme asserted those same boundaries, if she refused to take him back unless he turned away from the dark side, he would do the same thing he did to her on Mustafar, the same thing he did to Obi-Wan, the same thing he did to Ahsoka--try to kill them, because he cannot stand to look at what he’s done and work through it, he has to keep justifying it or he’ll fall apart and he refuses to do so.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #anidala #meta #long post

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hotpinkrathian · 3 years

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Kyalin Week Day 6

Prompt Chosen- Modern AU

Now, I know people are tired of hearing about the pandemic, however when I saw Modern Au as an option on there I just had to write Kyalin during quarantine... it was too tempting.

"We have to quarantine at home for two weeks, its mandatory." Kya explained.

"I want even at the hospital, how could I have gotten it?"

"Because I was at the hospital, I could have it, and spread it to you." Lin crossed her arms, releasing a dramatic groan.

"Come on Lin, I know it's not ideal, and I'm sorry, but look on the bright side. We get two weeks off, just the two of us. We could, you know, try that thing you mentioned the other night."

"That was you who mentioned that."

"Well you didn't shoot it down, so its both our ideas now." Lin sighed, pursing her lips and Kya wrapped her in a hug.

"Alright, but as soon as my two weeks are up I'm going back to work."

"Of course." Kya kissed her on the cheek, watching as Lin disappeared into the bedroom. Her eyes panned the apartment, it looked like it could use a clean, so she got to work.

"What are we going to do for food?" Lin asked, staring into the empty fridge.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Kya, we have no food in here." Kya came up behind her, placing her chin in the nook of her neck, frowning at the sight of the fridge light that illuminated nothing but the shelves.

"We eat out too much. I can call Tenzin maybe he can bring us some supplies."

"No, Tenznin will bring us a very selective diet and If I'm going to be in here for two weeks then I need real food. You know Kya, these abs don't feed themselves." Kya raised an eyebrow, moments away from kissing Lin, when the earthbender pulled out her phone.

"Mako? Okay... okay... look, I'm out for two weeks. Try not to start a gang war while I'm gone. I need you to do something for me."

"Tell him to get KitKat!" Kya said, Lin raised a finger, telling Mako to get a pen and paper.

"You ready?" Lin asked him, and began to fill him in on their grocery desires.

"Pretzels too! I could use pretzels right about now..." Lin added pretzels to list of demands. Finally when they were satisfied with the list, they hung up the phone.

"He says he'll be around in an hour. He went to get Asami because he's never gotten groceries on this scale before."

"Smart." Kya smiled up at Lin, who was checking her phone. "So..." Kya said, drumming her fingers on the counter, "what should we do for an hour?" Lin looked up, putting her phone face down on the counter.

"Well you're practically undressing me with your eyes."

"Am not!"

"Oh yeah?. What color bra do I have.on today?" Kya pursed her lips, thinking.

"White."

"Wrong, black."

"What? No.I remember this morning you-" she stopped as Lin pulled open her flannel, revealing the black bra she was indeed wearing.

"You tricked me." Lin smirked, walking around the counter and planting a kiss on Kya's lips.

"I have some paperwork to get done, call me when Mako gets here." Lin smirked as she walked off, and Kya glared at her, running her tongue over her teeth. Thinking about how there's no one else she'd rather be quarantined with.

Mako knocked, letting them know their things were outside their door, as per standard, they waited until the two kids had left before picking up their things, Lin put four bags on her arms, gesturing for Kya to take the remaining two. She put the stuff on the counter, and watched as Kya took the time to wipe everything with Lysol.

"Kya," Lin said seriously, "are you worried at all? About this whole thing?"

"Like being quarantined? No not all."

"No, not that, I mean more like the pandemic in general."

"Oh. I haven't really thought about it, but yeah, I guess I am. I'm worried about mom, I know she's safe as she could be in the south pole, but this isn't how I want her to go. Are you worried about Toph?"

"Are you kidding me? The woman couldn't die if she tried!" They laughed, and Lin put her hands behind her, gripping the edge of the counter. "In all serious, I'm more worried about the people, the news says the unemployment rate has sky rocketed in the last few days."

"Lin?" Kya asked, putting the wipes down. "We're good right? Financially?"

"Oh dear, of course. I've been working for thirty years, saved up as much as I could not to mention my share of the Beifong fortune... its not me I worry about."

"Mako?"

"Yeah."

"He'll be alright, we won't let anything happen to him. I bet Asami and Korra already have a plan for him that he's completely unaware of in case things go south." Lin smiled and Kya lifted her lips to Lin's scarred cheek.

"Come on," she said, "help me put this stuff away."

The two of them cooked together for supper, and Lin almost forgot what it was like to be home for supper, let alone to cook it.

"Okay I think I got it," Kya said, lifting the spoon to her mouth.

"Kya, that's the stirring spoon you can't lick it and put back."

"Oh yeah? Watch me." Kya drew her tongue over the spoon, maintaining eye contact with Lin and causing her to blush. Lin gulped, breaking the eye contact and Kya returned the spoon to the pot, stirring the sauce again. Lin went for the sink, grabbing Kya's butter as she went past.

"Lin!" She yelped, swatting her girlfriend playfully on the shoulder.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah right!"

"I swear!" Kya narrowed her eyes, seeing through Lin's weak attempt to hide a smile. Lin set the salad and the bread on the table, ordering the plates and glasses across form each other, lighting a candle in the center.

"Whats going on?" Kya asked, looking at Lin's arrangement.

"I figure, since we're here, I might as well make up for all the date nights I've had to reschedule, or cancel, and never got around to it." Kya looked at her thoughtfully, putting her pot on the table.

"You're telling me I've been on a date this whole time and didn't know?"

"Yep. Surprise," Kya stifled a laugh and sat across from Lin, staring at the other girl lovingly.

"Well, you should know I don't usually go home with someone on the first date."

"Well good thing its not the first date then." Kya raised her eyebrows, her eyes still locked with Lin as she brought a piece of food to her mouth. Lin caught Kya up on everything in her life, the abnormally quiet Pice Chief talked on and on, and Kya listened, absorbing every word of it.

"Kya?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you finished?"

"Oh, yeah,' she said, sitting up. Lin took her plate, and Kya admired her from behind.

"Lin," she said, "put the dishes down."

"What?"

"We'll do them tomorrow. Please, just kiss me already."

"What if you have Covid?" Kya chuckled.

"Then we'll both have it anyway." She pushed herself off her chair, meeting Lin halfway across the kitchen, their lips meeting in an epic dance. Kya jumped, wrapping her legs around Lin's waist and the metalbender's hands found places underneath Kya's thighs to hold her. Lin set her on the kitchen counter, pushing her abdomen in between Kya's legs.

"Been a while since we've done this," Lin admitted between breaths.

"We haven't had time."

"Well, now we have two weeks to make up for it." Kya smiled as Lin's lips clashed with hers again.

"I love you," Kya whispered.

"I love you too."

1 week of quarantine

"Wait so what happened in the last movie?" Kya asked, just to get a rise out of Lin.

"Kya, were you even paying attention? Qui Gon and Obi-wan, master and Padwan head to the desolate planet of Tattooine where they-"

"Lin, I'm kidding." Lin rolled her eyes and Kya cuddle in close, reaching her arm over into the popcorn bowl on Lin's lap.

"Don't do that again or I'll spoil it for you." Kya laughed, pressing a light kiss on Lin's cheek. When Kya had mentioned she'd never seen a Star Wars movie, Lin had organized a rather professional viewing of them all, in chronological order. Kya would much rather be doing something else, but she could see how excited Lin was to watch them with her, so she did. All the good (and bad) the movied had to offer.

"Whos that?"

"Anakin."

"The little boy?"

"Yeah, there's a time gap."

"Wow, he's so grown up."

"Just you wait," Lin said, placing a fistful of popcorn in her mouth. Befoee the movie could get any further, the phone rang, and Lin got up to answer it, letting the movie play for Kya.

"Hello? Pema is that you? Hmm? No we are just- really? Is everyone okay?" Kya sat up, looking over at her girlfriend with concern.

"Theres a breakout at the air temple," Lin whispered to Kya.

Oh no, poor Pema. I hope Rohan is okay.

"Is Tenzin there? Okay, well, try to stay calm, please Pema! Where's Jinora? Put her on the phone." Lin tapped the counter, waiting for the eldest of the Airbender kids to come to the phone.

"Jinora? Is everyone okay? Ikki has it? You need to keep her away from the others, don't let Rohan out of his room, and please, try to keep you're mother calm until your father gets home tomorrow. Yes... I love you too Jinora, good bye, as soon as we can leave we'll come down there." Lin put her phone on the counter with a sigh, and Kya ran up to her.

"We have to go, I can help them!" Kya pleaded.

"No, dear, we can't help them. If we go there we are just exposing ourselves to it, and I don't like to admit but we aren't exactly spring pig-chickens anymore Kya." Kya frowned, crossing her arms.

"Lin, they are our family."

"I know Kya, but we can help them by staying here, and staying healthy. Don't forget we can be incarcerated for leaving." Kya growled, scrunched her nose and Lin reached her hand out on the counter.

"One more week to go, we got this. Remember what you told me, try to enjoy it."

"Pretty sure I said we could try that technique from that movie where I use waterbending to-"

"Well I paraphrased it." Kya's lips formed a smile, and her heart melted at the soft look Lin was giving her.

"Come on," she said, "let's watch this movie." Lin nodded and the two of them returned to the sofa, Kya resting her head on Lin's lap, her hair being tousled by the police chief. Every so often she'd look up at Lin, who was absolutely enticed by the movie, even though she said it was 'the worst one.' She fell asleep before the end, and Lin let Kya stay there long into the night, moving her only once her own bladder couldn't take it any longer, placing her in their bed. Kya groaned softly, rolling over and pulling all the blankets for herself. Lin crawled in behind her, still holding her in her arms.

3 Days until the end of quarantine.

"Kya, I know you've lost all sense of time, but you need to put clothes on."

"Whats the point? No one comes, no one goes. No one sees me. No one knows..."

"If you start speaking in poetry again I'm locking you in the bathroom."

"Go ahead, at least there I hear the voices from the drain." Kya groaned, flopping onto the couch face first. Lin sighed.

"Do you.... need to talk?" Lin almost choked on the words, but it got Kya's attention and she sat upright.

"I've always been an extrovert Lin. Im a people person and now that the people in my life have been removed... I'm just a person." Lin pursed her lips, she hadn't thought about it like that before. She had always been reserved, truthfully quarantine had been easy for her, she did daily workouts, reading... other stuff with Kya. But Kya couldn't be on her phone for more than half an hour without needing a change of space.

"I don't know how to help you with that..." Lin started, "but I can... give you a hug?" Kya smiled sadly and walked up to Lin, forgetting her nudity and hugging her.

"Lets go on the porch for a bit," Kya said, "I need some air."

"You're going to have to put some clothes on then, I don't think the neighbors will appreciate your tits being out the same way I do." Kya laughed, looking down at her torso.

"Oh they would. But fine. I'll put on some clothes, but you better be the one taking them off later."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Kya grinned, satisfied with that, before she could dissappear into the bathroom however, Lin called to her.

"Oh, Kya!"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Maybe we can try that thing you mentioned last week." Kyas eyes went wide, and Lin smirked.

"This is why, I love you Lin Beifong."

"I love you too. Now go get dressed, we're going to miss the warmest part of the day." Kya sped off, and Lin watched her go, the same gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips. I could be quarantined with her for the rest of my life, and I'd never get bored. When Kya returned, she skipped onto the porch, and Lin used her bending to extend the available area for the moment. Kya sat at the edge of the concrete, letting her feet hang over the edge, humming a gentle tune. Lin sat next to her, her lips pursed in indecision.

"Kya," she said, drawing the waterbenders crystal blue eyes to her. "When this is over, we should get married." Kyas eyes widened, and for a minute Lin thought she scared her, but then she was pulled into the most passionate kiss of the their relationship, nearly sending both of them to the ground below.

#lin beifong #team avatar #kyalin #legend of korra #kyalinweek2020

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hellowkatey · 3 years

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angstpril day 16: silence

Only a Moment Later

"Status, Anakin?" Obi-Wan's voice crackles through the commlink with a pointed pitch Anakin knows well. High-speed pursuits are probably his master's least favorite activities, even though on Coruscant it's difficult to classify this as "high speed". Medium-speed at best.

"He's keeping his distance, master. Not exactly trying to lose us."

"Not everyone knows those fancy maneuvers you like to do so much,"

"I hate to break it to you, but turning is not considered a fancy maneuver."

"I didn't mean-- you know what I meant."

Anakin smiles at the quiet sigh beneath his tone. Jabs at Obi-Wan have gotten so much more satisfying now that he's a knight and can't get lectured about "respecting your master". Maybe if they ever put him on the council he will get to recite the classic speech, but for now, he can get away with a few snide remarks before suspiciously getting assigned to babysit the younglings.

"Yeah, yeah, but this is different. He's just... staying in his lane. Just far enough ahead these kriffing temple speeders can't--"

"Language, Anakin,"

"Are you really concerned about--" he sighs, shaking his head. "These lousy temple speeders can't keep up with that new model City Runner 5000."

"Ah yes, the new model City Runner," Obi-Wan's voice is dripping with sarcasm. "So much stealthier than the 4000."

It is actually, Anakin thinks to himself. Superpowered thrusters they usually put in ships fit for hyperspace. "Point is, it's like he wants us to follow him."

"Perhaps he does."

Anakin glances over his shoulder where Obi-Wan's fighter glides on the outskirts of the Coruscanti traffic lane. He hopes he can see the look he's aiming in his direction, even though he knows that is physically impossible.

"I hate that tone."

"Tone? What tone?"

"You know the one."

"I don't think I have any--"

"The let's-spring-a-trap tone."

He hears Obi-Wan click his tongue, but through the commlink, it just sounds like a burst of static. "I don't think that's a real type of tone, Anakin."

Smug bastard. "And you say I'm reckless."

"You are. Now instead of putting your energy into being cheeky, how about you work on catching up with this spy before he gets away a drive full of battle strategies."

Right, the mission. Anakin grits his teeth and reroutes the backward shields into the thrusters. Obi-Wan will cover him. His ship surges forward, pressing his back into the seat. He weaves through the traffic, doing a few barrel rolls in the process. His former master's sighs are picked up through the commlink, which only makes him push harder.

They reach a six-way junction, and to his dismay, he has to slam on the brakes to avoid colliding with a school transport. Moments later, Obi-Wan's ship comes cruising by his, and he can actually see his smug look across the few meters between them as he passes.

"So much for fancy flying," Obi-Wan says dryly, and Anakin jets out from his momentary backtrack with a new determination. He won't lose this guy.

It doesn't take long to catch up to Obi-Wan. The spy has led them into the shipyard district, and the landscape free of the usual barriers of skyscrapers gives him a whole new playing field to utilize. He presses past Obi-Wan's fighter, leaving him in his exhaust. Anakin accelerates close alongside a shuttle, the spy only a few speeds ahead. If he reroutes the rest of his power from the forward shields-

He only has time to gasp between the moment the Force prickles along his spine, and the moment a fiery explosion erupts from the warehouse located on the other side of the shuttle. His ship dips and is thrown away from the blast, the belly slamming into the side of the shuttle with a force that makes his entire body fold in half and then feel as though it's been torn apart.

And he's rolling, or so it feels like. The shield of his ship has become so cracked it's hard to tell what is outside of the cockpit-- if anything. When he finally comes to a skating stop, he runs his hands down his body, shocked that besides a ringing in his ears and an aggravated welt where his seatbelt held him from flying out of the ship altogether, he seems unscathed.

Then comes the shuttle. Somehow he managed to slide across one of the ship runways ahead of it, but now the massive ship barrels at him with unbridled momentum. It's last-ditch, but he reaches out with every ounce of the Force he can, concentrating on the massive ball of energy surrounding the shuttle. He can slow it but not stop it.

His windows, previously only cracked, now blow out completely, and he grips the handholds of his pilot chair for dear life as he's slammed another few meters.

And then, all is still. Anakin finally senses things have come to a standstill, and he unbuckles from his seat. Standing is iffy at first-- he has to grasp onto the wall of the ship, which he comes to discover is covered in broken glass. As he stands on the dashboard so he can see over the entire area, he wipes the newly shed blood on his robes.

A large fire blazes in the place of the warehouse, and the entire area is filled with the smell of ship fuel. The building itself has been completely decimated. He stares in awe at the various ships that were thrown out of the road, their passengers stumbling out of the wrecks with the same bewilderment as he has, but also mixed with some appropriate hysteria.

And then his heart drops.

Obi-Wan.

Anakin jumps out of his ruined ship, the spy completely forgotten. He starts running, not entirely sure where he's running... where he supposes Obi-Wan's ship would have landed. He was right behind me.

"Obi-Wan!" his voice is hoarse and his voice cracks from the smoke filling the open air.

He was right behind me.

Behind him seems to have caught the brunt of the blast, and Anakin kicks up piles of ash still hot from the explosion as he jogs desperately through the carnage. It's here he stops, turning around in circles continuously in case his former master will suddenly appear in the next rotation.

He's here, he's alive. He has to be here.

Anakin can feel their bond, prominent and frequently used within his mind. Though it's obviously the most logical way to find Obi-Wan, he is hesitant to reach through it.

"Obi-Wan!" he screams again. His voice is accompanied by the sirens quickly approaching, and the screams of the other people mirroring his confused stance. It's too loud. Too busy. I need... I have to--

He shuts his eyes, opens the bond as wide as he can. 'Obi-Wan?'

Silence. Anakin feels like he's choking.

'Obi-Wan, answer me. Tell me where you are, where your ship landed. I know you're okay, I can feel... you have to be okay, Master.'

There is still no reply. No gentle strum along the bond, their usual quiet indication that yes, I'm here and I hear you. Nothing.

So he runs again. It's the only thing he can think to do. He runs, his head on a constant swivel as he takes in the faces of those who survived the crash. He runs through his legs are aching and his body is sore and stiff and his lungs are screaming for him to stop and rest, but he can't because Obi-Wan is here somewhere and he can't say anything but he's here--

He's back near his own ship, which has since erupted in its own flames. How he did a loop, he doesn't know, but for the first time, he notices a darkness a few meters from where he skidded to a halt.

As he walks closer, everything in him tells him to turn around. To walk away.

He doesn't listen.

When Anakin peers over the edge, he peers straight into an aeration vent-- a seemingly bottomless pit that goes all the way to the first level of Coruscant. The ringing in his ears amplifies, feeling as though the air around him is being sucked out by a vacuum.

"Obi-Wan?" he says aloud, barely a whisper as he drops to his knees at the edge of the vent.

There is no response. Only silence.

#angstpril2021 #fic #day16 #silence #major character death #?#kinda #sorta #up to you really #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #kate writes in an alcohol-induced burst of inspiration

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