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tennessoui · 3 months ago

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For the ask game, Obikin for #18? Bonus if it's Anakin saying it to Obi-Wan, though the other way is good too.

both ways would be excellent, but i went here with anakin saying the line to obi-wan!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' (LATEST) - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

18. "This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course I'm in."

There really wasn't much time for anything else. Not for any serious planning, not for any consultations with anyone and certainly not for any sort of communing with the Force.

Their ship had been hit just as it dropped from hyperspace, and Obi-Wan had wrested the controls from Anakin only to direct them to one of the nearest planets in the system--which is what Anakin would have done anyway.

Even though he thinks he would have chosen a planet to crash on that was at least a fractionally less galacticly famed for being extremely isolationist.

And now, ship a mangled wreck on the edge of the coast but the both of them mostly alright save for a nasty cut over Obi-Wan's forehead and what Anakin is positive are his own set of bruised ribs, Anakin has thoughts. And opinions.

Not that they seem to matter to his master, who's already abandoned the ship's carcass and made for the rocky cliffside they'll need to scale to reach the settlement above.

"This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had," Anakin pants as he scrambles behind him with judicious use of the Force.

Obi-Wan pauses on a small ledge and looks back at him with a raised eyebrow. A moment later, something must spark in the wreckage of the ship, because there's the familiar sound of roughly fifty thousand Republic credits going bomb. Obi-Wan's other eyebrow raises to match the first.

"Of course I'm in," Anakin adds with a sigh, reaching the same ledge as his master and catching his breath. "But it'd be a real comfort for some of us if you spend the rest of this climb thinking of better plans to get us out of this mess than just walking up to the first door we see, knocking politely, telling them I'm your son and that we'd like to borrow passage to the nearest space center."

Obi-Wan's mouth thins out, and the Force around him does something strange. Actually, now that Anakin's looking at him and paying attention, the Force around him is strange. It feels...strange.

Maybe Anakin hit his head harder than he thought.

"Perhaps you should let me do the talking," is all Obi-Wan tells him, and Anakin is so distracted by squinting suspiciously at his Force signature that he almost forgets to be offended at the words.

Almost.

"I'm just saying, master!" He says as he doggedly follows Obi-Wan's ascension even as his ribs twinge in protest. "Stewjon is so isolationist, I've never heard of anyone visiting. They don't give a kark about the war or galactic politics or the Jedi! They're not gonna give a kark about some father-son duo from the--from the Ryu sector or something either!"

"Oh," Obi-Wan says, distracted, and they have almost reached the top now. "They will give a kark about me, I think."

It's energy, that's what's buzzing around Obi-Wan's Force signature. Pure, frenetic energy. Something almost nervous, though Anakin can't remember the last time he's ever seen his master nervous. He thinks--he thinks maybe he never has.

Certainly not nervous like this.

Obi-Wan hasn't even asked him how he's feeling, not once since they climbed from the wreckage. He'd run his hands down Anakin's front and back in a quick, shallow sort of examination, but that'd been all.

He's been...distracted since they landed.

Anakin doesn't like it.

Which is just one of the many things Anakin doesn't like. Maybe it isn't even in the top five things he doesn't like right now.

After all, Obi-Wan apparently wants to pretend that Anakin is his son. Which--it just feels unnecessary. And unnecessarily cruel, given how Anakin feels about his former master and how obvious he's been about those feelings. How hopeful he'd been upon his Knighting, that something could happen between them. How quickly he'd been set straight.

And sure, that was three years ago now, but he doesn't think Obi-Wan's forgotten. Anakin wouldn't forget if Ahsoka tried to drunkenly kiss him, that's for sure. He doesn't think Obi-Wan is holding it against him or anything, has probably let it go and expected Anakin to have done the same by now after all this time has gone by, but there's that sort of cruelty by silence and then there's--this.

There's Obi-Wan standing from the wreckage of their ship, hands on Anakin's shoulders and eyes flicking back and forth between Anakin's face and the landscape around them and saying in a voice full of the expectation that it will be obeyed, "You must tell them you are a Kenobi. I will take the lead, stay a step behind me, but tell them that you are...of mine. We crashed after a bad deployment from...selling store in the Ryu sector. Anakin, remember: your name is Anakin Kenobi."

"What should I call you, then?" Anakin asks, half collapsing onto the grassy edge of the cliff. His ribs have gone from protesting to staging a full-on revolt. "Daddy? Father?"

Obi-Wan blinks down at him, looking pained. "Just...let me do the talking," he says before offering Anakin a hand up.

Anakin is feeling resentful but not enough to ignore the opportunity to touch his master. Even after all this time. He'd think himself desperate and pathetic, if it weren't for the way the Force sings with rightness every time their bodies brush together.

If not for the way that he thinks Obi-Wan's eyes have taken up the habit of following him around the room, the way his hands linger as they spar, the way his Force signature tangles with his at the slightest provocation.

Anakin still doesn't know what to do with the new information that he's spent the last several months amassing, and he doesn't think now is the time to think about it.

Once standing, he lets his master's hand go and turns to examine the edge of the town they've found themselves in.

It's rustic, the buildings made mostly from weathered stone and wood, not up to galactic standards but charming enough. "Well," Anakin says, glancing between the group of buildings and his master when Obi-Wan does not move forward. "What about that one?"

"No," Obi-Wan says, eyes flickering to the house that Anakin's pointed out before jumping away. The Force crackles around them. "It...it had a yellow door," his master says, which is just nonsensical enough that Anakin's suddenly worried that it'd been Obi-Wan who'd hit his head too hard in their landing.

"What did?" he asks, but Obi-Wan is already moving away from him, walking further into the town as if it's...

As if it's the most natural thing in the world.

They'll give a kark about me.

You must tell them you're a Kenobi.

Let me do the talking.

Because the planet of Stewjon is known to be an extremely isolationist planet.

But the people of Stewjon are also known to place huge importance on clan allegiance and family ties, widely referred to as loyal--to the point of foolishness.

Anakin blinks and watches his master grow smaller as the man walks further away from him and--and towards his family.

It had a yellow door.

Anakin catches up with him quickly, grabbing at Obi-Wan's hand and pulling him to a stop. "This is your planet," he hisses, squeezing his fingers. "Isn't it? You chose your planet to crash on."

Obi-Wan blinks at him, as if he doesn't understand why this piece of information may have been useful to know earlier. Preferably, while they were still in free-fall even. "Yes," he admits with a tiny shrug that belies the nervous movements in the Force around him. "It was convenient."

"Obi-Wan," Anakin squeezes his fingers harder for a moment before letting go so he can drag his hand through his hair. "You're just--you're going to, what, stroll up to your parents' house after thirty-nine years and say what? Hello, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is my son, Anakin, pleasure to re-meet you?"

"You're hurt," Obi-Wan points out as if blood is not dripping down the side of his own face. "And we're low on options. I happen to have ties here--ties that may offer us medical treatment and lodgings for the night. It would have been dangerous to crash elsewhere just because I've never been here before."

"You can't lie to your mom!" Anakin says, aghast, even though that is perhaps low on the list of priorities. Even though after all these years perhaps Obi-Wan's mother has died as well. Or perhaps they've moved to another part of the planet. Perhaps to another planet altogether. "You can't--I'm not going to tell her I'm her grandchild! You'd have to--she'll think you got some girl pregnant at sixteen! No. No, you can't. I won't let you. I'll tell her--I'll tell her you were a deadbeat dad, if you try to. You can't."

Obi-Wan has the gall to look amused, mouth curling up into a slight smile. "If you must know, I really wasn't planning on telling her anything of the sort," he says before looking at the houses around them.

There, on the corner. Anakin knows the exact moment that Obi-Wan sets eyes on it because his Force signature leaps in the air around them before settling down again, forcefully.

"You said to tell them I'm your son," Anakin argues as he follows Obi-Wan towards the house. The door is still yellow. Anakin tries to see how his master feels about that, but he's feeling so many things that honestly Anakin finds it impossible to pin down any one emotion.

His master's hands fly to his hair, push down his fringe. It's almost so endearing that Anakin finds it hard to breathe, though that could also be the bruised ribs.

"Nonsense, Anakin," Obi-Wan says absently as he studies the front of the house. The one that could have been his. The door is still yellow. "You do not look like my son."

"Well then--"

"I meant my husband," his master tells him in an undertone as they climb the stairs. "Unions are important on Stewjon. If you're seen as mine, you should--that is, you should be treated the way I'm treated." He knocks politely on the door, and then adds as if it's an after-thought, "whichever way that is."

Anakin really isn't sure he remembers how to breathe. Especially not when Obi-Wan's arm curls around his waist the moment before the door swings open. It's all so much. Too much happening at once.

The man who blinks out at them from inside his house that could have been Obi-Wan's house, that was his house for some indeterminable length of time--he has his master's eyes.

"Ah," his master says softly as he blinks back at the man who on second glance looks like the spitting image of him, only balder, broader, and older, "I knew I had a brother."

#asks #obikin #anakin: so should i call you daddy?#obi-wan: you could if you want to but probably not in front of my mother #to be fair to poor obi-wan i feel like he's feeling overloaded rn as well #so he did not do a good job of explaining the plan to anakin lmao #anyway have you ever brought a boy home to meet the family #at the same time that youre meeting the family #and theres a galactic war on #just girly things etc

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