#and mostly bottom Obi wan

[tennessoui]

Uh, hi. I’ve spent the last few months reading, re-reading, laughing, and shedding a frankly-embarrassing amount of tears over your works (foolproof, foolhardy—especially the most recent chapter—resonated with me so heavily I cried for a good long while).

I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your writing and am very much looking forward to the next chapters of whatever you decide to update.

Also, Happy Belated Birthday!

Thank you so much!!!

honestly foolproof foolhardy is one of those fics I didn’t expect to a) be liked so much, and b) one of those fics that was supposed to look and feel completely different

Originally, there was supposed to be much more seduction going on between padawan obi-wan and master anakin—shenanigans where he actually had to really try to get Master Skywalker’s attention and seduce his friend’s master only to be found out in the last moment when real feelings are already there for both of them

But tbh then I started writing this padawan obi-wan and he became such an interesting mix of confident and self conscious and very very unsure about himself and the galaxy around him, post war, and I was like…..No I have to give him Master Skywalker’s love from the get go….it’s what he Deserves™️

And then it became much more about waiting and hoping and betrayal and sore spots and trauma and like. A surprisingly heavy story (with hopefully an equal amount of emotional catharsis by the last chapter)

But still lovingly called my Stacy’s mom au 😎👉👉

[david-talks-sw]

Hello. You and GFFA are probably the two most reliable blogs I know when it comes to what GL actually intended with star wars and also have the most on point finger on the pulse of fandom and such without letting the discourse get to you. So I just have to ask. Where does the idea of the jedi being space cops come from in canon? Especially in more left leaning circles. Haven't they seen that there are indeed actual cops in SW? And who are portrayed like how leftists view cops?

Hey there!

Firstly, it's always an honor when someone puts me and Lumi in the same sentence 😃 been a while since I reminded people, but my blog started because I read hers (and a few others) and I was like "oh shit she makes great points!" and started doing the research on my own.

I mostly attribute my rediscovering my childhood love for the Jedi to her early meta posts. Like, you think I'm good, wait til she gets started again! So thank you, for that!

Onto the subject itself: I've seen the notion pop up in all circles. And it's not exactly wrong, it's just not entirely accurate.

You can find a large collection of George Lucas quotes here, about the Jedi's place in the Republic.

You will see that he uses varying terminology and that's what I think partially muddies the waters.

For example, early on, Lucas describes them as "police officers", but years later he says "they're not cops, they're Marshalls of the Old West" but actually "they're mafia dons" or "intergalactic therapists."

But the one that explains it best, for me, is the following:

"They're not like [the kind of] cops who catch murderers. They're warrior-monks who keep peace in the universe without resorting to violence. The Trade Federation is in dispute with Naboo, so the Jedi are ambassadors who talk both sides and convince them to resolve their differences and not go to war. If they do have to use violence, they will, but they are diplomats at the highest level. They've got the power to send the whole force of the Republic, which is 100,000 systems, so if you don't behave they can bring you up in front of the Senate. They'll cut you off at the knees, politically. They're like peace officers. As the situation develops in the Clone Wars they are recruited into the army, and they become generals. They're not generals. They don't kill people. They don't fight. They're supposed to be ambassadors." - The Star Wars Archives: 1999-2005, 2020

Bottom line: yes, they're authority figures. But they're not "beat cops" chasing after robbers and criminals.

They're, first and foremost, ambassadors/negotiators/diplomats. They're police for planets and their governments, not the people of the Republic. Again:

They're peace officers.

Now, they can investigate and take more active "police-like" roles during their mandate, but they're not gonna be called upon to investigate a murder (unless that murder is very strange and local authorities are unable to make sense of it).

It's why, when Anakin is talking about "we'll search for the killer, Padmé" Obi-Wan is like "uuuuh... no we won't?"

[dameronology]

how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

[himboskywalker]

Been mulling this over and I finally decided to be a shit stirrer today. I don't write bottom Obi-Wan for multiple reasons and I'm going to be meanly honest in a way I don't think I've ever been on here.

I just don't like it most the time, I think the predominant amount of fandom uwu mommy bottomWan takes are wildly out of character, sometimes outright ridiculous, and a lot of it gives me the ick. But for all of you guys who DO like it, I'm happy for you, I'm so glad you guys have lots of brilliant writers who do write what you prefer or enjoy, and I couldn't be happier to share this ship with you guys.

But here's my problem. I don't know what it is about this demographic of obikin fans and I know, believe me I know it's not all bottom Obi-Wan fans, but boy is there a vocal chunk that has put a bad taste in my mouth. No, I don't want to fucking write it, or certainly not in the way you want. No, I don't agree with you, and no I don't appreciate people who prefer bottom Obi-Wan whining in my inbox or in other authors' and artists' inboxes that awwww jeeee I really would enjoy your writing more if you'd just write it exactly how I want. There are PLENTY of brilliant obikin authors who are wonderfully talented and who I deeply respect who DO write what you guys like, so WHY in god's fucking name, is there a very loud chunk of bottomwan fans who are constantly making trouble for fellow fans in the same godamn ship who approach it or enjoy different aspects than them?

I'm sure there are obikins who prefer bottom Anakin who are just as bad and annoying and problem causing, but it certainly feels like the most vocal are in a different camp. Guys, it does not fucking matter. If you don't like that I write mostly if not entirely bottom Anakin, then go somewhere else and read someone who does write to your preferences. The more messages I get through the years of bottomWan stans whining to me about not writing what they like, the more sour I get on the matter.

The fact of the matter is, I might have been inclined several years ago to write Obikin with more variety of top/bottom. But then I had interactions like this, and I decided to NOT write it on pure, vindictive principal. And even though I might have been inclined lately to finally write outside of my comfort zone and branch out, shit like this makes an author say, you know what fuck you, you're not getting anything from me.

I am so sick to death of this stupid discourse in this ship, and I am sick to death of getting pushy, whiny comments from folks who just uwu can't like my stuff. Guess what man, I could not give less of a shit what you think about my writing or what you want from me.

[megamindsupremacy]

Stewjon is Space Scotland: Names and Naming Conventions

For context, I designed an entire naming system for my Stewjon is Space Scotland AU. I'm still trying to work out the cultural logistics of it, but the actual practical logistics I have down.

To break everything down:

Stewjon is a clan-centric society, with clans and clan names having a hugely important role in the culture. I therefore had clan names feature in both the first and last name of Stewjonis.

-The last name (Kenobi) is the family/clan name, and is passed down the family paternally. This is both because I'm from a western culture with a paternal naming tradition, and also because I liked how his parents names sounded when the last names transferred paternally but not maternally. "Ken" would translate to "Clan" (I don't know if this is accurate to Scots English or Scots Gaelic, but I'm working from canon Star Wars names and trying to worldbuild from nothing so work with me here), and then the clan name "Obi" is attached, so "Kenobi" translates to "Clan Obi" or "of Clan Obi"

-The given name (-Wan, but we'll get to "Wan" in a second) is one to two syllables. All of these names are (according to Wikipedia) actual Scottish names, which I picked from the list mostly based on how well they'd sound next to the clan name.

-The prefix clan name (Obi-) is the interesting part. All children are given the father's clan name as both their first and last clan name. Therefore, Obi-Wan Kenobi, son of Ito-Benneit Kenobi, has "Obi" in both his first and last name. However, upon marriage, the couple swaps their prefix clan names to signify the tie between their clans. Therefore his mother Ito-Ceit Kenito and his father Obi-Benneit Kenobi became Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi upon their marriage.

-Originally I was going to do something with the fact that "Obi" means belt in Japanese, such as making the clan names signify professions in the same way "Miller" or "Smith" would in English surnames, but I gave up because Japanese is so different of a language from what I understand that I would have just made myself very confused and everyone who understands Japanese language and culture very mad. So I just went with a vowel-consonant-vowel pattern for all the clan names and called it a day.

-Remember how I said we would come back to "Wan"? Obi-Wan wasn't born Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was born Obi-Owen (Owen is a whole 'nother thing and I decided to just give myself a freebie on it), and his name was anglicized (basic-icized?) upon being brought to the Jedi temple. Not on purpose, but it did happen. So technically the chart above should have him listed as Obi-Owen Kenobi, but I already took the screenshot so this is what we're working with.

-Culturally, it's respectful to refer to someone by their full name (Obi-Owen Kenobi). The full name stands until two people are fairly close to each other, platonically or romantically. The informal, friendly version would be their full first name (Obi-Owen). So you wouldn't call your new friend "Obi-Owen" until you're quite close, even if you're social equals. Technically you could refer to someone by their given name only (Owen), but it's awkward and Stewjonis don't really see a reason for it. All of this highlights the cultural emphasis placed on clans and clan ties in Stewjoni society.

The Family Tree

THE KIDS

Starting from the bottom, we have the four Kenobi siblings. Obi-Conn is the oldest, and he marries Yana-Eóin Kenyana, becoming Yana-Conn Kenobi. None of this happens in the story but I wrote it in the chart anyways. Obi-Eóin is nonbinary, which is why their square is white instead of blue or pink.

Obi-Mór and Obi-Pál are twins and approximately four years younger than Yana-Conn. Obi-Mór is ambiguously disabled (she has some form of muscular disability, but the specifics weren't relevant to the story). Obi-Pál is just some guy and I love him for that.

Obi-Owen is the baby of the family. He's twelve years younger than the twins (16 years younger than Yana-Conn) and was definitely an oopsie-baby. I don't need to say anything else because he is also one of the major characters of the Star Wars franchise. You know him.

THE PARENTS

Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi are the Kenobi siblings' parents. I don't have much to say here other than that Ito-Benneit shortens his name to Ito-Ben, to avoid the repeated "eet" sound in his full first name. I'm sure that doesn't affect Obi-Owen's future nicknames in any way!

It is Ito-Benneit fault, by the way, that I made clan prefixes instead of surnames to be switched upon marriage. Culturally, it would have made more sense for the more commonly used first name to hold your birth clan and your less commonly used surname to indicate your linked-by-marriage clan, but I needed Obi-Benneit to marry into the name Ito-Benneit so that I could shorten it to Ben. Goddammit.

THE GRANDPARENTS

Ito-Ben's parents are entirely irrelevant so they don't exist. Sad!

Technically I didn't have to name Ito-Lili Kenuna, but I felt bad having her up there as an unnamed person. Una-Owen Kenito, as you may suspect, is where Obi-Wan's name comes from. I really wanted to highlight his Stewjoni heritage in this fic, so giving him family ties through his whole name was important to me. Obi-Ceit names Obi-Owen for her father because Una-Owen was a strong fighter, and she wants to pass that resilience to her son. Which, uh. Well he sure is resilient to things trying to kill him!

Feel free to come yell at me in the askbox about Stewjon's worldbuilding!

[tideswept]

WIP Wednesday

Sneak peak on a fic for @sky-kenobye. Contemporary Obikin AU! They're on a coffee date getting to know each other. ----

That smile flashes again, crooked, revealing a canine. It utterly transforms Anakin's face from Byronic moodiness to boyish charm. “Not the sort that’s interested in defying the laws of God and man to return the dead to life. Or in stealing the moon for vaguely undefined capitalistic gains. But I make no promises not to take apart the toaster if it starts giving lip.” 

“This is fair.” Obi-Wan nods, stroking his chin as if he’s given it much consideration. “I’m a streamer.” 

Anakin coughs, having just taken a swig of his orange juice. “I’m sorry?” He drags the back of his hand across his mouth. 

“A Switch streamer,” Obi-Wan clarifies. Does it make him a bad man for timing it like that? “A modestly successful one, though you certainly won’t find me topping the charts or hawking energy drinks. Though I may once or twice be forced to defend my crown, tourney-style.”

He’s definitely a bad man for enjoying how Anakin’s teeth drag over his bottom lip, eyebrows arching.

“What do you stream?” Anakin asks, naked curiosity in his tone. He’s not scoffing or calling Obi-Wan a boomer, which is promising.

“I do a variety of things.” Obi-Wan rotates his styrofoam cup around. What's left of the tea is dregs at the very bottom. “Some chess. Some go. Occasionally, a bit of retro gaming, providing insight into themes and motifs, tracing back the narrative DNA of our modern-day stories.” He waits a beat. “But mostly I’m called a heartless bastard while streaming my online DM sessions as I remind my players that actions have consequences.”

[wendingways]

Wendingways' Star Wars fic recs

The vast majority of these are fix-its. Some are time travel/time loop. Most revolve around PT, TCW, and OT characters. A lot are also gen, as it turns out.

The order of the list has nothing to do with how much I enjoyed each fic, because I've enjoyed them all in different ways, for different reasons! Fics that seem to be really popular have been placed toward the bottom of each section, because I'm guessing they already appear on a lot of other rec lists. Aside from that, the order is pretty much random.

*Chapter and word counts may not be up to date. I try to go through once in a while to update the details for WIPS, but it's a lot to keep track of!

Complete multichapter fics

Finding Obi-Wan; T, 86.9k. Obi-Wan, having disappeared from the Jedi Temple, wakes up with no idea who he is or what the Force is and gets pulled into all manner of messes (yes, Hondo gets involved, of course he does), while Anakin refuses to believe he's dead and struggles to find him.

Blood and Copper Oxide; T, 36.3k. "Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader crash land on a planet that shouldn't have existed. Luke can't escape Vader and survive the planet at the same time. Darth Vader can't capture Luke and fight off the innumerable threats the planet sends his way. They might have to work together instead." Very cool story!

The Skywalker Secret; T, 39.8k. Anakin time travels back to the Clone Wars following Endor. The story is told mostly through the eyes of perplexed observers, and has an excellent ending; it's very satisfying and lovely!

Lunches at Anakin's; T, 93.1k. After Endor, thanks to the Force's meddling, Anakin finds himself alive but stuck on Tatooine, where he ends up reluctantly mentoring a Force-sensitive girl. (Technically complete, but part of a series which is not complete.)

(Tooka)Cat Scratch Fever; not rated, 17.7k. Luke adopts a tooka which turns out to be his father, under a curse by Sidious. (I would probably rate this one as T.)

In the Tall Grass; T, 18.5k. "After a failed order 66, in which many Jedi still died but the Sith were defeated, an exiled warrior and a boy wander a distant planet and attempt to get along." This one is so cool, it has such a fairytale feel to it! And there's a sequel!

Shadows of the Future; K+, 129.3k. Obi-Wan dies on Mustafar and is sent back to TPM, where he bonds with Anakin and begins to change the future for the better.

Gut Feeling; T, 7.5k. Amusing little multichapter wherein Piett is assigned a new aide who goes by the name of Lucas Starkiller (who is clearly not Luke Skywalker, definitely not), and from there becomes embroiled in treason.

May Death Find You Alive; T, 11.0k. Anakin gets stuck in a time loop where Obi-Wan keeps dying.

Empire Reimagined; series, T, 341.7k. A saga of Luke, Vader/Anakin, Piett, Veers, and Leia covering from ESB-era to post-ROTJ. Epic friendships abound! (Series not marked complete, but the last completed fic doesn't leave you hanging.)

Mirjahaal; T, 132.8k. Another lovely Wishful fic in the spirit of Empire Reimagined, involving favorite characters and somebody else who's a surprise!

The Exiled; T, 20.1k. "Leia has tried everything to help her baby son. She has turned to every expert on the Force she knows-- all but one. (Ben and Grandpa go camping)" (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

Cloudy Symbols of High Romance; G, 22.1k. This one's a bit of a relict! Posted pre-AOTC, way back in 2001, it's a cool take on how Anakin and Padmé's AOTC-era reunion happened, and omg, it's so much better than AOTC. It's actually cute, and you can see why they like each other, and man does it make the knowledge of what's coming so much the worse.

Kintsugi; T, 16.7k. Quietly tragic, even though nobody dies and it's broadly a fix-it. Not a comfy fic, but one which is well done.

What Lurks in the Dark; T, 155.4k. "A simple mission to check out an abandoned weapons factory turns into a dangerous fight for survival. Trust is broken, loyalties will be tested, and dark secrets are brought to light. Because sooner or later, the truth always comes out."

The Beauty in the Beast; T, 46.1k. "When the Force decides it's had enough of Darth Vader and wants Anakin Skywalker back, it dumps his long-lost teenage son on his doorstep with an ultimatum: unless Vader renounces the Sith and turns back to the Light within three months, Luke will die."

Sibling Revelry; T, 24.9k. "After Bespin and before Endor, Darth Vader is shocked to discover that Luke and Leia are twins. Especially since Imperial Intelligence just told him that Organa and Skywalker are, erm, a tad closer than previously suspected..." A hilarious comedy of misunderstandings!

The Sith Who Brought Life Day; G, 13.3k. A rather entertaining take on how Vader found out who blew up the Death Star.

This Life of Ours; T, 53.9k. "On the run from the empire and the remaining Jedi alike, Vader must come to terms with his past and his future, all the while learning to care for the boy that is his only connection to his life as Anakin Skywalker." (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

Teach the Padawan. Save the Galaxy.; series, T, 387.4k. 4 books complete, but the series itself is not complete. Ben Kenobi goes back in time and becomes Obi-Wan's master instead of Qui-Gon.

Legacy; G, 175.5k. Post-ROTJ Luke and Leia time travel to the Clone Wars.

there but for the grace of god; T, 49.2k. Young Luke winds up time traveling to the Clone Wars, where he causes both confusion and conversations that will lead to a brighter future for the TCW crew and the galaxy in general.

Precipice; M, 231.7k. "An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall." Padmé and Anakin each raise a twin and work to bring Palpatine down.

Don't Look Back; M, series, 533.7k. 2 books complete, 1 in progress. Leia gets sent back to AOTC-era, and omg is she a force to be reckoned with! Very detailed, very political series.

Oneshots

Negative Static Stability; G, 8.1k. Vader and Leia meet when Leia is 5; lessons on the workings of ships ensue, along with some good old Artoo scheming. Adorable!

Palpatine's Greatest Hits II: Imperial Boogaloo; T, 1.3k. Just Palpatine being salty. It's very fun! "Fortress Dramaticus" has got to be one of my favorite bits, coupled with Palpatine's ongoing disgust at its lack of shields and certain people's inability to learn certain lessons. And his disgust at Vader's Kenobi obsession. Okay, the whole thing is great. Go read it!

Dust to Dust; T, 4.7k. "Darth Vader goes back in time. The Galaxy is saved; he is not."

Puppet Kings; series, T-M, 18.8k. Really nicely done, dark oneshot trilogy (complete) about Luke, Vader, & Co. I'm not usually one for horror and tragedy, but I read the first fic in the series and didn't want to stop!

Amelioration; T, 8.2k. "A recently liberated Vader attempts to ameliorate the future by changing the past." A different sort of angle, and an interesting fic!

The Horrendous Space Kablooie; T, 6.2k. "9 year old Anakin wakes up on the Executor. Chaos ensues." Well worth reading! Can't say more because I don't want to spoil anything.

The Agony of Tarkin; G, 4.8k. "An extra in the Imperial Opera Company discovers he has been assigned the role of Darth Vader in its upcoming production of The Agony of Tarkin." Another hilarious fic in the vein of The Sith Who Brought Life Day and Accountant Non-Heroes of the Republic.

Accountant Non-Heroes of the Republic; G, 7.0k. "Palpatine makes a choice to hide his fiscal manoeuvres in the Financial Department. The Financial Department takes advantage of this lack of transparency to do whatever they want. This saved the Republic." It's always fun to watch Palpatine shoot himself in the foot, and all the better when it comes completely out of left field.

Out of Step; T, 4.9k. Nice little oneshot with post OT-era Obi-Wan and Anakin stuck into their TPM-era selves.

FIVE HUNDRED AND ONE THING THE MEMBERS OF THE 501ST LEGION OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO; T, 4.9k. A hilarious list composed by General Kenobi. I laugh myself silly every time I read this. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

501 MORE THINGS THE 501ST ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO; T, 3.4k. A sequel to the 501st list fic, also very funny, although it only has about 250 entries, not 501. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.) Listed with oneshots because the extant 250 entries can be read as a complete list.

Where Have We Come?; T, 2.0k. "The first time was one of the hardest and the easiest. Obi-Wan loses at Mustafar, but instead of dying he wakes up at the dawn of the last day of the republic, doomed to repeat the worst day of his life, over and over again." Time loop!

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding); not rated, 1.1k. Post-Twilight of the Apprentice, Ahsoka and Anakin. I'd rate G or T. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

still dancing with your ghosts (sleeping with your memories); M, 1.1k. "Everyone knows about the Massacre, and how no Jedi made it out alive. The Jedi refuse to let anyone forget." I do not cry easily at fics. This one made me cry.

The Trick is to Keep Breathing; T, 3.5k. "She's older now, and so is he. Far older now. She wonders: will he have lost any power with his age? Will he be shorter, weaker? An old man on a ventilator? It's hard to imagine that he won't still be dangerous. But then, that's exactly what she's counting on."

Tuning up your TIE-Fighter to prove you’re better than the bastard currently running the TIE-Fighter Program for fun and profit; G, 7.1K. "As a rule, Vader didn't really do anything with his social media account, but then the rant of some kid from Tatooine about the inefficiency of TIE Fighters began trending, the pilots and engineers on the Devastator started fixing their ships and Vader got invested."

Multichapter fics that are incomplete but still appear to be alive as of now

Turning Point; T, 9.8k. After Vader dies on the second Death Star, he's sent back in time to the year 69 BBY, on Naboo, where he picks up an unfortunate barnacle in the person of the teenage Sheev Palpatine. Quite entertaining, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

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[yourneighborhoodporg]

The Guardian

Chapter 5: Identity

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: Overwhelming thoughts, reference to not eating, large crowds, worried Obi, mentions of character deaths, descriptions of violence/combat, description of blood, a little bit of anxiety, slight identity crisis.

Summary: After a rapid dash, you, Anakin, and Obi-Wan meet at The Outlander Club. In this new environment, you are met with fascinations, unanticipated side effects, and new struggles related to who you are. Later, in the midst of these disturbances, you're forced to face a test of mental and physical aptitude before a great Master, throwing your identity into further uncertainty.

Song Inspo: Across the Universe — Fiona Apple (Cover)

Words: 7.7k (oop)

A/n: Almost made this into two parts but decided to treat y'all with a long one instead :) Excited to hear y'all's thoughts on this one. Still taking requests to be added to the taglist so just lmk!

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Lying is an elementary form of self-defense — Susan Sontag

You pushed through another group of unobservant passersby as you continued to follow Anakin through the dark busy streets of the Uscru District. It was difficult to see any landmarks beyond the masses, even with the aid of bright red, green, and orange neon lights that lined the buildings on either side of you. Some flickered while others stood stagnant, catching the eye of potential customers that passed through your sight line like flashing images that often characterize a rail speeder window.

You tried to use your connection to the Force to keep track of Anakin’s movements somewhere ahead of you. But on this chilly Coruscanti evening, even that became more tiresome than expected.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the large crowds of varying species, rushing like loose marbles on a downward slope. They sported vibrant arrays of mostly revealing clothing as they continued to unleash their turbulent minds into the growing waterfall of thoughts that soaked your consciousness.

You had no issue hiding your signature from the surrounding throngs. You’d spent years, decades learning to completely mask your physical identity and connection to the force. Even more, you had long ago mastered the ability to protect your mind from unwanted intruders looking to pick through your subconscious for information. But that was primarily due to Qui-Gon’s everlasting concern. He always believed you were at risk of being discovered by a Sith from an accidental mental connection through the Force.

But now, blocking out the unending psychic waves that rolled and crashed from the swarm of non-force-sensitive beings was a skill you had not yet fully developed. Living on Hoth only allowed you to interact with small groups of intermittent travelers, traders, or pirates. And it was easy enough to stabilize your mind around undisciplined beings in those instances. But this was pushing your skills into uncharted territory.

A barely perceptible gap opened in the horde to your left so you dove for it. Taking in a deep breath of fume-filled air, you twisted into a stretch, encouraging your spine to lean to the right. At that moment, you spotted the back of Anakin’s figure a few meters ahead, slowing his pace.

He spun around toward you, bright eyes waving you over as the bottom of his black cape caught up to the sudden movement.

“We’re here.”

You strolled up beside him, turning on your heel to your left toward a large archway lined with curved yellow neon lights, a drop of red luminescence on either side of the doorway. The distant rumble of pounding beats trickled out from the entrance like a gaseous cloud slithering throughout the legs of entering and exiting guests. Above you in bold lettering read The Outlander Club.

You took this brief respite to once again push away the thoughts swirling from the beings around you, blowing them away with your mind like a loose leaf that temporarily caught on your arm before taking a step forward.

The two of you entered briskly, moving down the short passageway as you glanced at the characters around you in your first experience with Coruscanti nightlife.

The club was fairly popular tonight, with a healthy congregation spread evenly throughout the cantina. A heavy concentration mingled around the circular bar in the center and in front of the three large screens hung at the back, which simultaneously streamed different sport matches from across the galaxy. There were a number of women in colorful stockings and cropped tunics, strolling with circular trays of strange-tinted drinks and small, stale snack bowls. Notable was the observably seedy groups gathering in the shaded corners of the establishment. You spotted a bracket of lightly-armed beings wearing what you recognized as Rishi pirate colors. They stood around a darkly lit circular table to the left, staring with a rather predatory gaze at passing waiters, following them like targeted lasers. Returning your gape to the bar, you noticed a covert exchange of credits and some small, cylindrical object with a glowing yellow liquid sloshing inside between two young, but jittery, customers.

Safe to say, The Outlander Club was meant for a diverse, and probably sordid, batch of individuals, you mused inwardly.

“I see why Obi-Wan complained to you about taking me here.” You expressed as you searched for an area to idle in.

You stacked another stone atop the wall that weakly encircled your mind. Entering the club felt like plunging yourself into an empathic hail storm as new discordant voices took hold.

Nevertheless, you redoubled your efforts to block out the chaos.

But the dam would only hold for so long.

“You were stuck on an ice planet, not in a monastery.” Anakin quipped while scanning his surroundings. “Obi-Wan will be fine.”

Your ears caught the rallied cry of a distant throng. Head swiveling toward the shouts, your eyes leveled at the far wall beside the entertainment section where you noticed a throng of robust betters cluttered around an expanse of brightly dinging slot machines.

The back of Anakin’s icy hand tapped your bare upper arm. “Over here.”

You turned and followed the Jedi’s brisk tread to an empty, candle-lit table with two chairs to the right wall. It stood away from some of the larger crowds, but still gave any guest engaging in its services an excellent view of the entire establishment— from the entrance to the wide-reaching monitors in the rear.

You were about to grab the back of the rightmost black leather seat when Anakin stepped in your path.

“The other chair,” he commanded as he pointed at the vessel.

You crossed your arms, jutting your hip to the side as you sent him a questioning, yet amused, stare.

“Why?” You dragged out in an exaggerated tone.

He kicked out the leg of the opposite chair, opening it to you.

“The view,” he stated with a stony face.

“What view?” You inquired genuinely confused before taking his invitation.

You sat in the cushioned open seat, facing the club’s exit before crossing your legs and leaning back into its firm backboard.

Anakin squatted into the ousted seat across from you as he gestured to the screens to your rear with a deliberate lift of the head.

“You’re actually gonna watch the game?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Gotta play up appearances, right?” He grinned.

Anakin loosened, settling into his seat with his hips as he placed clasped hands on the table before leaning toward you.

“That’s what we said we’re here for,” he reminded in a low voice.

You shook your head as a small smile graced your features. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, a familiar brown cloak was thrust into your peripheral from the club’s entryway.

“And just in the knick of time, too.” You spoke under your breath, gesturing to the new clubgoer with your eyes as he ambled down the long hallway.

Anakin must have sensed him as he sent you a victorious, yet tired grin.

Quickly, he waived down a passing waiter, an orange Twi’lek in purple fishnets, brown heeled boots, and a black, sleeveless sequined top. The woman held away her tray of green-luminescent shots as she bent down to hear Anakin’s words in the midst of rowdy discussions and pulsing melodies.

“Two nerf-burgers.” He requested while raising a pair of digits.

Your eyes remained fixed on the club’s entrance, watching as Obi-Wan paused at the end of the main corridor to search its inhabitance like a droid performing a sensor sweep before registering Anakin’s words.

“One is fine.” You piped up, returning your gaze to the man in front of you.

The Twi’lek nodded as she straightened before pivoting to make her exit. She was one step into her gait when Anakin gesticulated for her to wait, eyes remained glued to you.

“You haven’t eaten anything today.” He mentioned.

The two of you hadn’t been separated for days, you thought to yourself. He’d probably noticed your lack of appetite the entire journey here. You tried his ration bars, but very quickly learned that your steady ten-year diet of lichen seemed more palatable. Still, the sudden rumblings and subtle ache at your core didn’t change your current reality.

You shrugged, looking off to the side. “I’m not very hungry.”

If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, it was impossible to allow your guard to fall even a notch. Not even a sliver to eat, despite your stomach’s protests. The constant noise of the minds around you was like a leaky faucet, occasionally dripping into a half-full glass. If you were distracted for longer than a moment, it could violently overflow. And that weakened wall that you had so carefully constructed around your consciousness would begin to soil.

He frowned, leaning back as he crossed his arms. “You should still eat something.”

You peered back to Obi-Wan to check his search progress when your gazes locked. His lips tugged upwards in greeting as he began a stroll toward your table.

You swiveled back, fronting Anakin’s expectant eyes.

“Fine,” you relented. “I’ll try a bite of yours.”

Anakin’s brows raised offendedly. “You’re not touching mine.” He turned back toward the waiter. “Two please.” She nodded again with a smile.

The waiter twisted away on her heel, tip-toeing away to deliver the drinks in hand a few tables down before your new guest emerged in her place like a stealthy shadow.

“It’s good that I found you two.” Obi-Wan acknowledged as he reached the table.

His arm snaked behind Anakin, grabbing an empty seat from another benchtop to the latter’s rear before pulling it between the two of you and sitting down.

Once balancing comfortably, he took a moment to analyze you both, face falling into a subtle frown.

“Why are the two of you so exhausted?” He asked as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow while his glance shifted to and fro.

“The podracing match…has been…neck-to-neck.” Anakin excused with feigned confidence, eyes avoiding his former Master as he awkwardly gestured to one of the screens in the distance.

You gave him a little kick under the table for the unconvincing remark.

“Ow.” He mumbled under his breath, hiding the reaction with the wipe of a hand over his mouth.

Obi-Wan’s gaze was enduringly unimpressed.

But soon, he sighed, dropping the interrogation in capitulation with favor toward more important matters.

“I met with Master Windu and Master Yoda. There is currently a whole communications blackout. Unfortunately, there may be a breach in our communications system.”

Anakin’s lips pursed in disbelief. “How is that possible?”

Obi-Wan continued. “We’re not sure. But for now, no comms. Unless it’s with me or another member of the council. We were given secure equipment to use until this is resolved. There will be an announcement tomorrow morning in the Great Hall, and both of you are expected to attend.”

Obi-Wan shifted in his seat toward you, speaking your name as he placed a hand on the table in your direction. “You should know I learned that Master Yoda knew of your existence.

Your brows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, but he thought you had died when you were very young. He had no idea you were on Hoth all this time.”

Your head tilted in confusion. You highly doubted Qui-Gon would have told Master Yoda about your death. No matter how fiercely he protected your identity over the years, you didn’t believe he’d ever lie to the Grand Master you’d heard so much about in your youth. As far as you understood, Qui-Gon trusted him with his life. And so did you.

“Why?”

You observed the blue-eyed Jedi sigh, eyes dropping momentarily before they returned to your face with a sensitive expression.

“He said that your parents were killed by a dark power, and that he assumed you had been killed too.”

You felt a sharp stab to your gut at his words, discreetly hunching over as you took in the sensation.

You knew your parents had passed. But murdered? And by dark forces?

Then, a particularly somber supposition drifted to the front of your mind.

It must’ve been because of you.

You breathed in deeply, steadying yourself while struggling to absorb this disturbing news. It became more arduous as you wrestled with the continued blockade against the cascading internal voices that pummeled you from every angle of the crowded bar.

Trying to concurrently calm your thoughts, you delved deeper.

What little you knew about your parents, you were still positive about their innocence. To the best of your knowledge, they had nothing actors of the dark side desired—

Except you.

“A dark force?” You murmured quizzically. “Do you mean a Sith?”

Obi-Wan tensely exhaled. “We’re not sure. But what we do know is this.”

He leaned farther over the table, subconsciously encouraging you and Anakin to do the same.

“Your identity must remain a secret.” He spoke in a hushed tone. “That means that we cannot share The Guardian’s portion of the prophecy with others or your connection to it. I’ve already informed Ahsoka.” He reassured.

Obi-Wan’s head briefly dropped to ruminate.

During this fleeting respite, you glanced at Anakin while an unsettling feeling crawled up your spine. He caught your eye, sending you a reassuring, confident nod.

Obi-Wan’s gaze raised toward you once more with lips pressed firmly together. “We also must keep your birth name a secret. Those dark forces responsible for your parents’ deaths likely learned it in their effort to find you. If they learn of your reemergence, they may come after you. So The Council has decided that until we know more, you will need to go by Silvey.”

Your jaw loosely hung open at that bit of news as your ruffled head swiveled toward a particularly sheepish Anakin. He leaned back in his chair, hunching his shoulders as he tried to hide within himself.

“I’m gonna kill you.” You deadpanned.

Anakin scoffed. “I had no idea that Master Kenobi was going to change your legal name to that!” He defended, loosely throwing his hands to the side.

“Hush, it’s not changing their legal name. Just a pseudonym.” Obi-Wan warned with a stare before turning back toward you with a more subdued expression. “If you’d like, we can change it.”

You waved away the suggestion. “No, it’s ok. Like Anakin said, at least it’s not hard to forget.”

You smirked at the cunning Jedi who sent you a knowing wink.

“Very well,” Obi-Wan concluded.

You sensed someone approaching your table, and turned to see the Twi’lek waiter returning with a pair of what must have been nerf-burgers on her black, circular tray. A brief silence hushed over the three of you as she neared the table, placing down the two entrees in front of you and Anakin before making a swift exit. You and Obi-Wan offered a resonant thank you as she departed, causing you each to share a glance.

Once she was a few meters away, you felt it safe to speak again. First though, you watched in curiosity as Anakin firmly grasped his meal with two unrelenting hands, before lifting it to take a hearty bite. You could smell the greasy fumes rising from your own meal as it took command of the table.

“So how do we explain my presence?” You asked the bearded Jedi. “I mean, I didn’t train through The Order. Nobody knows me. Do we say that I’m a Gray Jedi who just suddenly wants to hang around The Temple?”

Obi-Wan glanced up in contemplation as he reached up to scratch his chin. “That is a good point,” he admitted. “However, Master Windu has expressed interest in enrolling you into The Order. I don’t think The Council likes the idea of acknowledging you ever having the status of Gray Jedi. That reminds me.”

He tapped the table with his fingertips in realization.

“He told me that you should meet him after tomorrow’s announcement in the Sparring Arena. I can show you where that is when the time comes.”

You nodded tacitly.

“We can just say they were on some secret, years-long mission, right?” Anakin interjected following a big gulp. “That way, it’s like they’ve always been a part of The Order, just not around much.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze tilted in contemplation. “That…could work.” He admitted. “But it would still leave many questions.”

“I’m good at not answering questions.” You slyly offered with a quirked lip.

Obi-Wan huffed in feigned annoyance. “Usually, I’d say that’s not good enough. But I’m not getting any better ideas,” he explained while hazily observing Anakin take another large bite of his meal.

In your distraction, another wave of clashing voices boomeranged throughout your skull.

It wasn’t painful, though. You actually *felt* nothing. No twinge, no subtle throb in the sinuses. Yet the overflowing thoughts still remained disconcerting. You couldn’t think for yourself when all the space was overtaken by others’ musings.

Even now, despite your efforts, blocking out one impression would just leave room for another, invariably quickening your heart rate.

Subconsciously, you swatted at your ear, as if to scare away a lost Bloodfly. It was in reaction to a particularly sudden and rude exclamation that had flown through your mind, catching you off guard. You guessed it had formed from one of the sports viewers near the back when they reacted to a particularly bad play on one of the illuminated screens.

Still, no matter the circumstances, your simple, physical action did nothing to lessen the mental discomfort.

However, Obi-Wan seemed to notice your elusive gesture, furrowing his brows in apprehension as he twisted toward you.

“Are you alright?” He questioned gently.

You shook your head, momentarily closing your eyes to push away the crowded atmosphere.

At times, it felt like loose sand falling through cupped fingers. Despite how desperately you tried to shovel it away, it kept getting everywhere.

“Fine.” You curtly stated.

As the thoughts finally slowly dissipated once more, your eyelids stretched open. Immediately you registered Obi-Wan’s gaze as it morphed into deeper disquiet. The concerned Jedi nonchalantly turned toward Anakin.

“Anakin, please get me a Blue Corellian.”

“Why can’t you get it?” He complained, mouth half-full before swallowing forcefully in protest. “The line to the bar is a mile long.”

“Anakin…” he warned with a glare.

The former threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright.” He stood. “I’m going.”

Your eyes followed Anakin as he sauntered toward the center of the club, soon disappearing behind a group of emphatic Cereans roughhousing in the sea of idling beings.

Unbeknownst to you, Obi-Wan’s stare remained fixed.

He lowered his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Your head swiveled back toward the bearded Jedi, meeting his unrelenting stare.

“It’s nothing,” you excused, resting your arms on the table. “I’m just not used to blocking out so many minds at once.”

His features softened. “I should have realized.”

“No, no,” you interjected assuredly. “I know when a Gray Jedi comes out of the cold, it isn’t usually so drastically isolationist.”

You paused.

“Or so literal.”

Your brows lifted in jest.

He shook his head at your pun with a barely hidden smile before addressing you. “It is a skill younglings learn through consistent practice, and by necessity. I can show you what the Masters teach them, to guide them.”

A group of university students passed the table, chatting excitedly as they skittered into the bar. It sent another rush of clattering thoughts into you like a subspace transceiver through the skull.

Closing your eyes, you tried again to shove those voices away with the effort of willing a mountain to move.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes.” A slight croak escaped your throat.

“Alright, keep your eyes closed,” Obi-Wan advised softly with a honeyed voice. “I will mediate with you.”

You did as you were told, relaxing the muscles in your shoulders and neck as you reached out to the Force with the tips of your fingers. It felt like brushing your hand against the blades of sprightly grass just after a day storm. You deepened your connection, imagining the Galaxy’s power flowing from the outstretched vegetation directly into your being. Yet the stronger your link became, the less you could control the penetration of your environment.

“Good, now, don’t push the thoughts away. Be one with the Force, and allow the words to flow off and away from you, then back into the Force. Like water in a stream.”

You listened to the wise Jedi’s smooth, comforting tone. Steadily, you allowed the thoughts to approach, contorting your face at the unpleasant rush of clamor.

“Now let it flow from you.”

Slowly, but surely, you focused on that river of musings, allowing the tumultuous atmosphere to drift around you and dissipate into the greater Force. A sudden weightlessness overcame you as your mind finally emptied, providing a much-needed break from the club’s atmosphere once you poured out the proverbial glass of water.

Your eyes shot open in pleasant surprise, meeting Obi-Wan’s calm demeanor.

“Thank you,” you sighed gratefully.

He inclined backward, outwardly pleased. “Of course.”

You extracted another deep breath, absorbing air that seemed a little bit fresher, despite the smoke and pounding rhythms that permeated your surroundings. In your distraction, Obi-Wan analytically gazed at you while you embraced this relaxing state of being.

You were finally capable of comfortably engaging with your environment with the full power of your mind rather than blocking it all out in such busy circumstances. You were free to explore The Outlander Club again. But this time, with an air of excitement festering in your core.

“You’re a quick learner,” he remarked, somewhat impressed.

You grinned, gaze fixed on the activity around you. “Qui-Gon says the same thing.”

You paused, turning toward the Jedi with modest unease.

“Said.”

He nodded, a wistful smile grazing his features before his stare hardened. “I know that you’re Anakin’s Guardian, but that doesn’t mean you always need to be so impervious around him. We all have our weaknesses. And he’s certainly the best at bringing them out of us,” he commented sassily.

“Trust me,” you stated, locking an ardent gaze with his own. “It has nothing to do with that. Qui-Gon always…said, that my fierce independence is one of my best strengths, but also my greatest weakness.”

Out of thin air, Anakin reappeared, fluttering to his seat with a greeting exhale and two tiny glasses in hand, sloshing with a vibrant cobalt-blue liquid. He planted one in front of Obi-Wan before resting both elbows on the table to drink his own.

“Line couldn’t have been that long,” you commented, eyeing the mystery fluid that filled each glass.

By your count, he wasn’t gone for more than ten minutes.

Anakin smirked, taking in another gluttonous gulp of his beverage. “Jedi can be very convincing.”

“Not always.” Obi-Wan sassed.

He sent you an amused, yet fleeting glance before adopting a nonchalant guise in addressing the whole table.

“Speaking of, the next time you both decide to go pit racing, at least change your clothes before you lie about it. You two reek.”

You spied a semi-terrified expression creep its way up onto Anakin’s face before it was swiftly washed away by a deep frown. He crossed his arms, a groan escaping past his lips as he fell back in defeat. You met his nonplused eyes with a smirk.

“Busted.”

—

You strolled among the mass of nut brown cloaks that aimlessly roamed like a forenoon funeral march down one of The Temple’s primary walkways. Some spoke in hushed tones among each other, likely debriefing the contents of the morning assembly on the communication system’s breach.

You found it much easier to clear your mind in this space. While Obi-Wan’s guidance on how to negotiate your empathic surroundings certainly made things easier, the Jedi practice of concealing one’s thoughts added to your cognitive tranquility. If anything, the environment permitted you to freely embrace your long-held child-like giddiness about this very moment you were experiencing.

You have waited a long time to see the infamous Jedi Temple. For your eyes to graze its features meant that you’d finally embarked on your long-awaited destiny. It was now completely impossible to deny your future as you walked the same hallways once touched by the venerable Jedi from your holobooks, distinguished by the occasional reflective copper statue or architectural aspect mentioned historically by the figures themselves. Even the occasional wall-adorned ornaments referenced elements from The Order’s lore through circular symbolic imagery and calligraphic text.

A part of you felt guilty— inviting in these feelings of anticipation and excitement while murmured concerns echoed from the mouths of the subtly perturbed Jedi among you. They were continuing discussions on how this communications system infiltration may impact the war effort.

Even during the congregation before The Council, stood in a half circle at the top of The Great Hall’s large staircase, you heard the apprehensive whispers of those gathered around you.

How will this affect The Republic’s battle plans? We designed them months in advance. They will certainly need to be altered. Adapted to this new scenario.

The lack of a Jedi presence may bring up questions about The Order’s dedication to preserving peace throughout The Republic. What if allied worlds lose confidence in our commitment?

And how will this influence troop numbers? Without Generals at their side, we are sure to take heavy losses.

You remember exchanging a knowing look with Ahsoka as these musings continued. She’d happened to find you just as the announcement began this morning, delighted recognition bouncing from her cheeks. She gave you a subdued wave before deciding to stand to your right with an arm loosely resting on her waist for the rest of the assembly.

Earlier you’d learned that she’d just joined the war effort as Anakin’s Padawan in the last week. Add to that, only in the last few days had you discovered the war effort itself. In that sense, you both shared a certain inexperience with this breach— and a level of heightened worry from the more knowledgeable, yet troubled, Jedi surrounding you.

At the time, a brief recess in the sea of blurred mutterings came in the form of a confused inquiry from a rough, yet confident voice.

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

You glanced to your left, observing the thick long locks of the man who was positioned beside you. His arms hung loosely to each side as he observed you curiously. Most notable was his bold face tattoo— a thick yellow line that crossed under his eyes and across his upper nose in proud fashion.

“I haven’t been here for a while. Long mission.” You explained nonchalantly.

The Jedi hummed as his brows ever so slightly creased in doubt. He took one step closer to you, perching a hand on each hip.

“I have a good memory,” he contended. “I’m sure I would’ve recognized you from a class when we were Initiates. What’s your name?”

You sensed Ahsoka take a step forward so that she could lean around you, addressing the Jedi.

“Their name’s Silvey, Master Vos,” she insisted. “The Council sent them on a very long mission as an observer and then a participant, starting when they were a youngling.”

You sent her a subtly grateful glance before adding to her justification.

“It’s likely we’ve never met.” You expounded.

Ahsoka’s defense incentivized him to withdraw as he leaned back onto his heels, a partial expression tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“We then, there’s no time like the present!” He granted before reaching out a hand. “I’m Quinlan Vos.”

Vos, Quinlan Vos, you thought carefully.

Qui-Gon once told you about him. He dedicated much of your studies not only to The Order’s history, but its present, including great Jedi like Grand Master Yoda, Master Windu, and his own Master Dooku. But he also mentioned some of the talented younger Jedi, like his own Padawans or certain younglings.

Yes, he had discussed Quinlan Vos with you for one of his more interesting force-sensitive talents. Specifically, his psychometric powers, which included the ability to seek out a being’s memories through touch.

And that was certainly a skill that would not be beneficial in your current state. You needed to keep your identity concealed, and a power like that could put that mission in danger.

Caution was essential around this individual, you thought.

You covertly stuck each hand into your robe’s pockets, nodding respectively at the Master Jedi.

“Nice to meet you,” you acknowledged before turning back toward The Council as the announcement continued.

You could only speculate about the slight annoyance that lined his features.

As your mind emerged from the cloud of the recent past, you refocused on the path ahead among the ruffling ocean of Jedi that continued down the walkway alongside you. Master Windu was expecting you in the Sparring Arena at any moment. Yet in this colossal structure, it became increasingly difficult to discern the correct path to take. You continued your search for the room, eyeing each doorway and dividing path, when a familiar voice sounded from behind.

“May I presume you’re lost?”

You glanced at Obi-Wan over your shoulder as he comfortably caught up to you, walking by your side before you both continued down the long hall.

“I thought I could find the Sparring Arena on my own,” you admitted humbly. “Seems like I could use some more of your first-rate guidance.”

The bearded Master faintly chuckled. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

The two of you strolled in silence as the crowd began to gradually thin, some groups took the occasional turn while others paused to continue their conversation in stasis.

“Thank you for the quarters, by the way,” you chirped with a glance, cutting the brief pause with a punch.

“The Temple has emergency quarters for situations like these.” He acknowledged calmly.

“There aren’t many situations like this.” You gingerly confessed.

You followed Obi-Wan as he led you around a corner, only to be met with a less embellished walkway. Eyes lowering, you listened to the full click of your boots as they met the marble floor in your smoother surroundings. In this instant, an air of nervousness touched your being in this strange silence. Due to a moment of inevitable occasional awkwardness among acquaintances, you excused.

“So, I take it you slept well?” He questioned.

“Yes, it was nice to rest without needing so many blankets.” You admitted, smiling at his personal curiosity. “The warmer atmosphere also gave me the opportunity for a costume change,” you jested, motioning toward your newly adorned grayish-brown robe, fit with an underlayer of charcoal-tinted long-sleeved tunic, tighter black pants, and thinner knee-tall boots. “I got them with Anakin after we split off last night in the district.”

“Somewhat more comfortable than your winter garments?” He inquired with a bright expression.

“And easier to move in,” you grinned before advertising accordingly with a little twirl.

While a few older Jedi gathered in near distances eyed your action with carelessly masked displeasure, Obi-Wan instead subtly hid his gaze from your view. In your quick recovery following the realization of billowing disapproval, you had failed to notice the warm smile that battled his efforts at obfuscation.

You did notice, however, when the kind Jedi glanced at you once more. “I wanted to ask if you may be available after your session with Master Windu. I was hoping to examine The Muntuur, with your counsel.”

“I’m actually going to be spending the rest of the day in the Jedi Archives,” you told him keenly. “Ahsoka is letting me borrow her study notes for the afternoon so that I can have some better guidance in catching up with recent history. But we’ll definitely find a time for The Muntuur.”

He nodded with bright eyes. “Of course.”

Soon, Obi-Wan’s pace slowed, bringing you both to a halt in front of two rather large gray double doors that stood at triple your height.

You couldn’t help the sudden nerves that crept up your arms like impatient goosebumps.

Maybe you were more affected by this soon-to-be meeting than you first realized, you thought. It would easily explain your earlier apprehensiveness.

But there was no need to be anxious, you tried to coax yourself. You knew that your skills were adequate enough to be in The Order. To go through this ‘test.’ You’d trained for years. Honing your connection to the force, your saber abilities, and your mind.

And you knew who you were— The Guardian, destined to aid The Chosen One. You had to join The Order at some point to complete that mission. But still, you couldn’t help the slight Hoth-like chill that graced the back of your neck.

Yet, you reached for the door.

“Be patient,” Obi-Wan advised as you wrapped your fingers around the cold, steel handle. “Master Windu may be somewhat austere, given your history.”

You smirked at the Jedi. “Trust me. If I learned anything from that colorful history, it’s the necessity of patience.”

He smiled softly, nodding to you before passing your rear, flushing the back of your ankle with the trail of his robe as he continued his stroll down the walkway. You briefly gazed at his departure, still feeling the shadow of that sudden touch as his quiet form receded before returning your gaze to the path ahead.

With a deep breath, you cleared your thoughts before tugging open the weighted door. Its rusted hinges creaked as the momentum cleared an opening just wide enough to slip through. You readjusted your grip on the other side, bringing the heavy gate closed with a whine and an echoing thud.

“You must be Silvey.”

You spun around toward a dark-skinned, bald Jedi with broad shoulders, a perpetual frown lining his features.

Briefly, you paused to take in your surroundings. The large, circular, two-tiered chamber seemed to dedicate the first level to training and the second to observation. At each of the room’s four corners stood towering dark hooded statues that stared down at the room’s center. A center skylight illuminated the main disk-shaped deck of the arena, stopping at the feet of each stoically silent monument.

“Yes,” you bowed regardfully. “And you must be Master Windu,” you concluded, raising your head to him.

The Master failed to return your greeting. Instead, he wandered to one side of the arena, briefly disappearing in the darkness at its outer region before the skylight caught him once more, like a moth encircling a flame.

“I will be testing your combat skills and mental capabilities,” he stated plainly.

You were rather thrown by his undeviating attitude, at least in comparison to the few other Jedi you’d met in the past days.

Anakin was high-spirited and furtively caring. Ahsoka was boisterous and loyal. Obi-Wan was kind, intelligent, and considerate.

You’d guessed that other Jedi would carry similar qualities. But despite the revelation, you knew better than most how to adapt.

“I understand.”

But there was also a feeling of appreciation that seeped into your consciousness. You didn’t interpret his expression as malicious or as any representation of ill will. Just unrelenting determination. Steadfast purpose. And those were inclinations you could very much identify with.

“Then let’s begin.”

Master Windu quickly unsheathed his lightsaber, its purple glow adding to the arena’s dimmed luminescence as it ignited. You did the same, activating your saber while it encircled you with muted tones.

He charged at you, saber aimed to strike at your figure. Firm stare unrelenting.

You lifted your own, blocking the blow with great strength, the clash creating a cobalt blue gleam at the point of impact. You pushed away his blade, spinning on your heel in a crouch to strike his other side. But he blocked it easily, forcing you to stand to deal your next move. Still, you walked him backward with blow after blow at each flank, the buzzing crack of sabers echoing in the chamber.

He thrust aside your last hit, using the combat opening to go on the offensive. His saber transformed into a purple fireball in its fast approach as he spun the blade in parallel rings. You defended against each one with a dodged block, attempting to leap into a better vantage point at any moment to initiate your own response.

But the instant felt light years away. Windu’s fighting style was uncompromising. His ferocious attacks left little room for reproach.

If there was any hope of winning this fight, you needed to compensate.

Windu threw a particularly strong blow down the center with both hands. You defended against it with all your might when you noticed the Master begin to lean in, a hand attempting to sneak around the blades to grab your hilt.

You propelled away his saber, forcing him back before he could take hold of your weapon. Windu, however, was undeterred as he continued his vigorous attack.

He launched at you again with a powerful shove from the Force as the purple blade neared at rocketing speed. You occluded the blow with a simplified twist of your saber, adapting your technique.

In that ever brief moment, with two blades balanced at a standstill, you noticed an ultra-fine, curious glint in the Master’s eye as his brows marginally slackened.

That half a second was short-lived as the duel continued. He slid your blade away, swinging his own toward your side. You obstructed it with the effortless inverted defense of your saber, gliding it up and away before circling your own weapon above your head to strike his other flank. Windu’s lightsaber came down zealously to hinder your action, his movements growing more fervent with each beat of your quickening heartbeat.

The battle progressed in a similar fashion. You remained on the defensive as Windu pursued you with belligerent strikes, blocking each blow with an uncomplicated, yet effective guard as he pressed you backward.

But as seconds became minutes, and minutes stretched into double digits, you noticed the older Jedi begin to tire. Windows into the offensive gradually became more frequent, invigorating you to take more chances as you cautiously incorporated elements from your previous form.

You launched at Windu, hurling acute cracks with Force-bolstered hops powering your blade.

His fatigue was reaching a leverageable height, you thought, as each hefty blow began to drag. The duel expanded past the hour mark, tempering his defensive thew.

A golden opportunity arose when one particularly nimble strike at his left gave the elder Jedi only a microsecond to respond. The lightsaber was considerably distant from your point of attack, pressuring the tip of his blade to take the brunt of your intense blow. His saber was thrown in a wayward direction, faintly loosening his grip with an audible grunt.

You took this chance to make your final assault, leaping into a clockwise spin as you brought your blade down toward his right flank.

However, before your saber could near the target, a hand shot out at you.

A sudden, powerful wave blew your frame midair, sending you soaring nearly fifteen feet away. Your saber was inactive the instant your side harshly banged against the lilac marble floor, the momentum sending you clattering down the arena in a spin as you lost hold of the weapon. It jangled away with a cacophony of metallic strikes as your nose met unceremoniously with the cold ground below.

After a few more turbulent rotations, you finally stilled on your back, groaning slightly as you rubbed your throbbing arm which stung from the initial impact.

Reorienting your senses, you began to heavily rise, only to be swiftly met with a purple incandescence inches from the bridge of your forehead, keeping you planted.

“Never underestimate your opponent’s abilities,” Mace advised as he moved the blade away from your face, deactivating it with a brief whir.

“No kidding…” you mumbled while massaging your rotating aching wrist

You felt a warm drip down your upper lip before a flavor of rusted copper consumed your taste buds. Using the back of your hand, you wiped away at the sensation, noticing a splotch of deep crimson smeared across two knuckles as you pulled away.

“Here.”

You looked up at Windu, eyes centering on his outstretched hand and the handkerchief clasped between two fingers.

You clutched it, bringing it down to clean your nose with a few swipes.

“Thank you,” you vocalized as your gaze raised again.

His arm remained extended toward you as his unyielding stare remained locked in expectation. You clasped his hand, allowing him to heave you up with ease.

“I am somewhat pleased with your fighting skills,” Master Windu stated as he strolled back toward the arena’s center, encouraging you to follow at his side.

“You have enough perceptiveness to alter your form when necessary.”

“When I noticed your Vaapad style, I knew that the fourth form wouldn’t be sustainable, which is why I adopted a Soresu response,” you explained thoughtfully.

The wise Jedi nodded impassively, yet you could tell under all that stoicism a hint of appreciation crept away from the corner of his eye.

“Your rationality will serve you well,” he remarked as he reached the center circle, pausing in front of you to bring your stroll to a halt.

“I also sense great turbulence in you.”

Your eyes remained locked on the elder Jedi, unaffected by the blatant truth.

“All Jedi have experienced turbulence at some point in their lives,” you defended.

“Another teaching by Master Qui-Gon?” He presumed dispassionately.

“Actually, yes.” You challenged. “I find ignoring those parts of ourselves more dangerous than experiencing them at all.”

You kept your stance firm as you stared down the disciplined Master, his brows raising in regard at your words.

“There may be hope for you yet,” he stated casually.

The Jedi Master soon lowered to the floor, crossing his legs as he centered his body. You followed his actions, mirroring that resting stance.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. “And concentrate on your connection to the Force. Show me how your mind wields its power.”

You rested your eyelids, calming your life force as you reached into the essence of the Force floating around you. Shepherding it into your being, you embraced the tingly feeling while it resonated throughout your body. In short time, you loosened the reigns, allowing the gate of your mind to draw open.

After a few tense minutes, your ear tickled from the inquisitive hum that sounded before you.

“You have a powerful mind,” he mused aloud.

You felt a light pressure on your forehead as your meditative concentration continued. It endured for a few moments before dissipating into the Force.

A pregnant, cavernous silence followed that light tap on your being, lining your mind with slight confusion. You were unsure how to proceed. Did the guidance end here? Were you expected to continue on your own or were you done? Maybe he was ruminating?

Despite this perplexing instance, you thought it best to just continue your meditation and wait. You further relaxed into your stance. That was until a watching presence clouded your senses.

Gradually, you peeked out with one eye, immediately noticing Windu’s plain gaze.

“You will need to lower your defenses in order for me to do a more thorough examination of your abilities,” he explained.

You had proactively unbolted the lock to the steel door of your mind a while ago, you considered internally.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “I *was* opening my mind,” you assured.

His head tilted in intrigue as he deliberated for a moment. “Most interesting.”

Outwardly, your face remained neutral. Your signature posturing stability. Your breathing displaying ease.

But in your mind, you couldn’t help the disconcertion that squeezed at your veins, pressurizing your heart.

You had always prided yourself on your deep relationship with the force, specifically your ability to control its connection to others. You suppose most of that effort went into keeping others out rather than letting them in, which in hindsight would explain your recent struggle in allowing beings’ traveling thoughts to pass.

But it still didn’t make any sense. That proficiency should go both ways. And you had truly felt like your mind had opened for Master Windu. Yet, he did not come to the same conclusion.

Your reality was distinct, it seemed. And it made you question yourself— was your mental connection to the Force as bridled as you believed? After experiencing an evening of foreign minds, losing your name by the command of a great council, and now confronting another internal unknown, you felt as if another piece of your identity was being chipped away in the early hours of this long-awaited destiny.

In a fleeting thought, you questioned how much of you would be left by the end.

But before you could delve deeper into the meaning or cause of this strange glitch, the Master stood abruptly, encouraging you to return to the present and do the same.

“We will pause here,” Windu announced before reaching into his robe.

He pulled out a small rounded gray device the size of a large credit and a small, silver packet

“What’s that?” You asked as he approached you.

“I need a sample of your blood,” he explained, motioning for you to hand him your arm.

You obliged, lifting the limb for him to grab. He raised the silver packet to his mouth, ripping it open with a bite before pulling out a thin white wipe. He removed it from its container before smoothing it across the middle of your inner arm, it’s cold chill wetting the skin. Windu exchanged the wipe with his device, placing it at the center of the cleaned area before pressing it down, causing a slight pinch. He stuck the materials back in his robe as you retrieved your arm, rubbing the injection spot.

“Master Yoda will be expecting you in The Temple training grounds tomorrow afternoon,” he informed you. “You are released.”

A touch of excitement rushed through your being. You’d always wanted to meet the Grand Master since you were a youngling. Listening to all those grand stories about him from Master Qui-Gon had its impact.

“Thank you, Master Windu.” You smiled gratefully.

He acknowledged your thanks with a meticulous nod, eyes glued to yours.

“May the Force be with you,” he wished you attentively.

You bowed at him appreciatively.

“May the Force be with you.”

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[supersaiyanjedi14]

Star Wars micros! This time, I bring you the Jedi High Council, the august body of the twelve wisest and strongest members of the Jedi Order.

(top to bottom, left to right)

-Yoda

-Yaddle

-Oppo Rancissis

-Yarael Poof

-Jocasta Nu

-Tyvokka

-Mace Windu

-Micah Giiett

-Sifo-Dyas

-Saesee Tiin

-Even Piell

-Eeth Koth

-Adi Gallia

-Plo Koon

-Depa Billaba

-Ki-Adi-Mundi

-Coleman Trebor

-Shaak Ti

-Kit Fisto

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Agen Kolar

-Coleman Kcaj

-Stass Allie

-Anakin Skywalker

*to answer the question of "why isn't [insert Jedi] here?", it's because I don't have a micro of them yet. plus, this is mostly the masters of the Prequel era, so certain names were long gone by the time.*

Credit for my pixels here.

[tennessoui]

june ko-fi: pirate captains au

ok ok so tbh in my head i was sort of counting the third and final part of the mermay au as the june ko-fi upload because it was technically posted june 1st in celebration of mer...june, but i got a few asks about if i was gonna post a proper june ko-fi fic and i decided like. sure! i can do that! and then i did <3 and now it's posted on ko-fi!

unfortunately im still on my water loving bullshit though, so this ko-fi fic is set in an au where obi-wan and anakin are pirate captains of different ships (obviously the Negotiator and the Resolute respectively) and they have a bit of a history. mostly they're just attracted to each other like magnets. mostly i just wanted to use the words breeches and tankards cause i think those words rock tbh

here's a snippet!

“Hatred is a powerful motivator, Captain,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan would usually pay attention, but he decides it’s not worth it. Anakin’s lips are soft and his thumb catches on the bottom one as Anakin speaks, slips slightly into his mouth. “I’ve found that many things are powerful motivators, Captain,” he replies as he takes a step forward, closing the distance between their bodies. “And some are much more pleasant than hatred." Anakin huffs out a laugh, lets him approach. Pushes closer. His eyes are dark in the moonlight. His eyes are fixed upon Obi-Wan. “I joined Dooku’s crew,” Anakin murmurs as if he thinks that they are still talking about his past. As if Obi-Wan is not interested in their future. “To find you again, Captain. To kill you.” “How very innovative of you,” he says and he removes his hand from Anakin’s face, drops it instead to his neck and curls it around his throat. It is not a threat.  Mostly. Anakin grins back at him. “You are an easy man to hate, Captain Kenobi,” he says. “I believe that your saving grace is that you’re also an easy man to want.” “And you want me,” Obi-Wan says, like it’s a fact. Like it’s a foregone conclusion. It feels as if it is.

as a quick reminder, these ko-fi fics posted in my gallery are only visible to monthly supporters (ps. thank you sm to my monthly supporters!!!!) - at this point, there are 13 fics there (all 4k-7k in length), with plots varying from 'what if obi-wan was a werewolf' to 'what if they were both mermaids and i wrote 20k about that specifically'. i'm always open to discussing these fics here on tumblr and i currently do not plan to post them onto ao3; if you sign up to support monthly and then cancel that subscription, you should retain access for a whole month anyway so you can read all of the fics there!

[hereticpriest]

Mercy Chapter 8: Inferno

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: Explicit p in v sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), handjobs (m and f receiving), breeding kink, praise kink, amazon position, navigation of pack intimacy and family intimacy in a non-intimate societal structure. Let me know if you think anything is missing!

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

Chapter 8: Inferno

Morning light spills into the small den you've made for yourself, and you blink awake to your Omega stirring behind you. Sometime in the night, you both had rolled over, and Obi-Wan was now sleepily grinding his erection into the curve of your ass, your tail pushed out of the way and wrapped lazily around his waist. You could feel through the bond that he was still mostly asleep, hips moving without any conscious thought, chasing pleasure. You were wet, both from his slick and your own coating your thighs, and you pressed back into Obi-Wan’s pelvis obligingly, giving him something to grind against. The bond between you flares with disoriented thoughts of pleasure and need as your Omega wakes up in the peak of his heat, and you hum thoughtfully at the vague image that floats through your bond of Obi-Wan shoving you down on all fours so he could take you like an animal.

What a dirty little thing. D’you wanna mount me, baby?

Yesyesyesyesyes please Alpha, can I?

Of course you can, sweet thing. I’m yours. You can do whatever you want with me.

You aren’t a dumb knothead Alpha. You have no problem with your sweet Omega taking control for as long as he can manage. You have absolutely no qualms about your gorgeous, strong Omega on top of you, taking what he needs from your more than willing body. During your many missions, you’ve seen Alphas that feel like they need to posture, puff up their chests and act like even the smallest act of submission would crush their entire ego. It doesn’t even have to be an actual act of submission, so long as they perceive it as one. You’ve never really felt like that, even on your mission with Qui-Gon Jinn, where you had to sink into the mindset of a normal, non-Jedi Alpha.

Frankly, the idea of Obi-Wan so desperate for you that he has to push you down and rut desperately into your body sounds delightful. You stretch a little against him, laughing as your hips are yanked up, letting your Omega roll you on to your stomach. A strong hand wraps around your tail, and you moan as Obi-Wan uses it to pull you back into him, his other hand holding the base of his cock so he can bully his way inside of you. It takes a couple of thrusts before he manages to bottom out, and you can feel the intense relief over your bond as he finally feels your warmth strangling his cock. He releases his hold on your tail and you wrap it around him to keep him close, relishing in the feeling of his hands digging into your hips hard enough you’re sure to have bruises. With each thrust, he makes a little ‘ah’ sound that stokes the fire inside you, sending molten desire coursing through your veins. You can feel his mindless desire through your bond, and you project back your own, earning yourself a startled gasp and a shaky exhale.

Obi-Wan groans as you clench around him, forehead falling between your shoulders and nuzzling into the dip of your shoulder blades, his hips stuttering. Warmth floods you, and you sigh happily at both the feeling of your Omega coming inside of you, and the bliss that bleeds into your bond from him. He slows to a stop buried inside of you, panting for breath, but he doesn’t soften. You hum inquisitively at him, starting to turn only for Obi-Wan to gently push you down into the softness of his nest, his hand pushing between your shoulder blades to keep you down. A low moan slips through your lips as he starts to thrust again, still aching, and you can feel the blind need coursing through him. He’s nearly mindless with it, desperately chasing another release to ease the inferno inside of him. He starts to lose his rhythm as he gets close, so you take over a little, rocking back to meet him with every sloppy thrust. Finally, with a guttural groan that seems ripped from his chest, Obi-Wan clings to your hips as he comes a second time, and gets the temporary relief he’d been needing. It only takes a couple of seconds of messily stroking your clit before you join him, and your Omega whimpers at the clench of you around him, curling himself around you.

Sated, you stretch out in the nest, guiding Obi-Wan down beside you so that you can cuddle up with him. Obi-Wan pulls you into a messy kiss, stroking his hands down over your body to gently squeeze your chest, touch your tail, and grab handfuls of your ass. One strong hand guides your leg over his hip, and you gasp into your Omega’s mouth as he strokes his fingers through the sticky mess between your legs. You’re sure you’ll have beard burn all around your mouth by the end of this, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Obi-Wan is sliding his tongue across yours, sucking at your lower lip and moaning desperately into your kiss. Not when he’s sliding his fingers into your cunt, wetting them with the thick spend he’s filled you with, and using them to circle your clit.

“Wish it would take, Alpha. Make a youngling of our own to raise together like we do with Anakin. You would be such a good mother - you’re so good with him, it makes my heart ache. I truly do not think I would have done such a good job with him without you, Mercy.” Obi-Wan murmurs in your ear, nipping along the shell of it while rubbing your clit fast and sloppy, “Stars, I’ve dreamed of you being my Alpha since I presented. Want a pack, darling, want a family with you and our son.”

Euphoria is not a strong enough word. Obi-Wan nips and kisses his way down your body, pushing your thighs apart so he can settle between them, the pads of his fingertips still working over your clit while he places kitten licks across your inner thighs. He sucks lazily at your labia, following the guidance of your bond as he experiments and gets to know your anatomy a little better. Moaning at the taste of you combined sends a blissful vibration through you, and you gasp for breath, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Stars! Omega, kriff, put your mouth where your fingers are.” You instruct, and Obi-Wan obeys immediately, plunging his fingers inside of you while swirling his tongue around your swollen bud. He sucks it into his mouth, a little too hard at first, but he quickly adjusts when he feels your discomfort through the bond. He’s always been a quick study, and he uses it against you now as he hungrily devours you. You feel yourself quickly nearing the edge, hands fisted in Obi-Wan’s hair as you try desperately to be gentle with him, even though he moans every time you accidentally tug. You may be in the early midst of your rut, but you were still going to be a good Alpha, and you would never hurt your Omega unless he explicitly asked you to. As soon as that thought enters your mind, Obi-Wan looks up at you with his big baby blues through his ginger lashes, a hint of amusement dancing away in them.

You won’t hurt me by pulling on my hair, my love. I quite like it. Relax, Alpha, let me make you feel good.

Stars, you’re so goddamned pretty.

Obi-Wan moans into your cunt, and you slam your head back against the ground, roaring your pleasure as you fall head over heels into a blinding orgasm. Your mate strokes his large hands over your shaking legs as he sits up, his facial hair wet and shiny with your release. Despite the need coursing through him, he lets you come down from your high, laying down beside you to wait only to laugh as you roll over atop him and smother him in kisses.

“We need to eat something.” You murmur against his lips, squeezing his pecs with gentle hands, your thumbs stroking across his nipples.

“Mmm, or you could mate me again.” Obi-Wan counters, eyes rolling back in his head for a moment as he pulls you closer.

~

Even with a gentle night breeze reaching into your den, sweat trickles down your back. The taste of iron lingers in your mouth, laced with the citrusy flavour of the pheromones pouring out of your Omega. All you can smell is the tang of his arousal driving you to fulfill his every need. Below you, Obi-Wan begs you to let him breed you every time he can manage to get a lungful of breath in between his whimpers. You’re not going easy on him - you’ve got his legs spread, knees level with his chest while you drape yourself over him. He’s buried inside of you, your knees on either side of his rucked up hips, and you think you might have found your favourite position. You’re so close to him, chest to chest, your elbows hooked under his knees to help hold his legs up while simultaneously steadying yourself against the ground. He’s balls deep inside of you, the angle allowing you to grind your clit against him with every thrust and roll of your hips. His arms are looped around your shoulders as you lay kiss after kiss across the graceful curve of his neck, and the sweet sound of his blissful moans fills your ears, well-earned gifts that fuel your desire.

Nearly together, you both go tumbling over the edge of the umpteenth orgasm you’ve shared in the past few days. You collapse on your back beside Obi-Wan, reaching out to tangle your fingers with his and bring his hand up to your lips so you can press kisses to his knuckles while you pant for breath. You take a moment to get feeling back in your body before finally pulling Obi-Wan closer. You massage his legs gently, willing the ache to disperse with a gentle nudge of the Force, and he breathes a sigh of blissful relief as he rests beside you. Over the last few days, he’s become more and more willing to let you take care of him without fighting to immediately reciprocate. He’s slowly but surely learning that you get real fulfillment out of caring for him, and that you’ll happily accept him caring for you when you need it. You’ve struck a balance.

Your rut is in full swing, but you’ve managed to keep yourself and your Omega healthy and full this entire time, even though you’ve made it through most of your ration bars. Thankfully, you’re nearly at the end. A day longer at most, and then you’ll be able to think about something other than your gorgeous, perfect, tempting Omega. Obi-Wan is also nearing the end of his heat, finally starting to be able to handle an hour or two without begging for you to take care of him. You can’t really feel how exhausted and sore you must be after several days of this, but your inner thighs are purple with beard burn, your hips and waist are covered in hand-shaped bruises, you’ve got lovebites on your neck and shoulders, and your knees and shins are scratched up from rubbing against the ground. Obi-Wan has lovebites across his neck, shoulders, inner thighs and across his pecs. Otherwise, he’s mostly uninjured, since you’ve been exceptionally gentle with him even in the midst of your rut. The massages you’ve been giving him have certainly helped ease the soreness in his muscles - necessary since you keep folding him into somewhat uncomfortable positions, experimenting to find what feels good.

“Mmm, Stars, I love you.” Obi-Wan purrs, chest rumbling something fierce. His purr is no longer raspy and unused, but full and loud now that you’ve kept him purring near constantly for the last four days.

“I love you too, dear.” You reply with a happy sigh as you finish up his massage by stretching out his hips. Once he’s loose and pliant, you gather him into your arms and press a kiss to his temple, “Now, drink some water and get some sleep. You must be exhausted, and dehydrated with all the times you’ve come today.”

You can feel his shy embarrassment through the bond, and you give him a gentle squeeze, “You’ve earned it. Been such a good boy for me.”

That does it. Obi-Wan shivers, but reaches for one of the waterskins and gulps down what remains. You find it endearing how embarrassed he is about how much slick he produces, and how much he comes with every single orgasm. You’ve gone through several basins of water cleaning the both of you up, and he nearly drowned you once when you let him fuck your face on the third day of his heat. You know he likes how much he fills you up, can feel it through the bond hiding under the embarrassment, and you’ve tried to reassure him that you love it. He’s starting to ease up a little, though he still gets a little shy sometimes, so you do your best to reassure him. Praise usually works, though it can also exacerbate the symptoms of his heat.

You pull Obi-Wan into your arms, stroking your thumb around one of the bite marks around his pert nipple, healing it as you touch him. You tuck his face into your chest, pressing kisses to his hair as you tangle your legs with his, your tail wrapped tight around his thigh. Obi-Wan nuzzles his cheek against your collarbone, sighing blissfully as he finds a comfortable position and starts to doze off. Eased by the comforting weight of your Omega falling asleep in your arms, you quickly join him.

~

You feel two familiar Force presences at the fringes of your awareness and sigh with relief, using your spare tunic to scrub yourself down a little faster. Obi-Wan is already cleaned up, getting dressed on the bank of the stream while you finish with yourself. You had taken the time earlier today to heal both your own injuries, and the many lovebites covering your Omega’s body. To your surprise, he had protested, but reluctantly acknowledged that it would be better, appearance-wise, for whoever came to rescue you. The Jedi are not known for their sensuality or sexuality, and you doubt most Jedi would understand the primal need to mark your lover in the midst of your rut.

You promised to give him new ones another time, and Obi-Wan had flushed all the way from the tips of his ears to his chest. Something about being here had felt temporary, like something with an inevitable end, but you were both beginning to realize that you got to go home to the Jedi Temple together, and while they might see fit to punish you in some way, there was no denying you were meant for eachother in the Force. They couldn’t separate you without breaching their own Code. Obi-Wan is yours, and you will always be his.

“My old Master is coming. Yours is with him.” You comment, and Obi-Wan nods, purring with excitement. He picks up your underwear and breast binding from where you’d hung them from a low branch, stepping closer to the edge of the water to coax you out.

“Come on, darling. They’ll be here soon. Get dressed so we can go home, Alpha.” He encourages you, and you smile, ringing the cloth before you reluctantly step out of the water.

“You can’t just use that to get whatever you want, love.” You tease him, and he raises an eyebrow at you skeptically, looking you over to indicate that it is clearly working and why would he stop if it works? You roll your eyes, laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a quick kiss.

“Cheeky.” You whisper against his lips, and he smiles, gently breaking away to give you your clothes.

“Get dressed, Alpha, unless you want our old Masters to see your bits.” He teases playfully, winking at you as he moves away to get your next layer for you. You can’t help but smile adoringly at him as he helps you get dressed, and by the time he helps you belt your robes closed, you feel a gentle touch against your Force signature through the last remaining remnants of your training bond with Master Plo. You reach back, inviting your old masters closer, and it isn’t long before you see the sunset orange skin of your father figure, and the warm smile of Obi-Wan’s.

“It’s good to see you hale and whole.” Master Plo greets you both, and you give him a wide smile. You notice Qui-Gon eyeing the way your tail is wrapped loosely around Obi-Wan’s wrist in lieu of you holding his hand, and you worry for a moment that it might seem overly possessive, but your Omega takes your tail in hand and strokes his thumb in little circles on the tough skin.

“I am so glad to see you both.” You give a short bow in greeting, and feel the last remaining tension in the two Masters ease. Ah. They were nervous about your Alpha instincts making you aggressive. A valid fear, but your deepest instincts don’t perceive either of them as a threat. If anything, they’re part of your pack. Master Plo is like your father, and Qui-Gon Jinn has instinctually been part of your pack since your mission together many years ago. Your calm demeanour gives Qui-Gon the confidence to approach Obi-Wan, and you watch him clasp your Omega’s shoulders in his hands, squeezing gently.

“I’m glad you’re alright, my old Padawan.” he murmurs out loud, and Obi-Wan nods, a genuine warmth in his smile.

“I’m perfectly fine. Mercy was injured in the crash, but I had nary a bruise. Thank the Force she’s so skilled at healing that she could start the process even in her condition. We’re both healthy and happy to see you both.” Obi-Wan replies, clearly trying to assure his old Master that he’s not been mistreated. Qui-Gon accepts it with a nod, putting an arm around Obi-Wan and bodily but subtly breaking the contact of your tail around his wrist to lead him towards the ship, and you know that it’s a test. Your rut has only ended this morning, and your hormones are slowly calming down. It’s a dangerous test, but you know inherently that it is necessary. If you can’t control yourself, you might need to be isolated a little while longer, lest you put your rescuers in danger.

Thankfully, you’re able to breathe through it. Obi-Wan looks back at you as he’s led away, reluctant, and that sparks a bit of protectiveness in your chest, but Qui-Gon must remind him because he turns his gaze forwards again. Master Plo pulls you into a hug, and you sigh happily at the feeling, holding onto the back of his flight jacket.

“I can’t wait to go home.”

~

Being in the Jedi Temple again is like being blanketed in peace. You missed being home while you were trapped on that moon. You missed the constant flowing connection of the Force and all of the Jedi around you. Even after a meeting with the Council in which you had to justify your bond with Obi-Wan, and were separated from him so that they could verify that he hadn’t felt forced into it, you were thrilled to be home.

The Council gave you a new set of chambers, ones made for bonded Force mates, with four bedrooms to accommodate Padawans. It was a rare thing among the Jedi, but there were accommodations available, though you had never seen them before today. You move swiftly around your chambers, gathering your few belongings into a couple of bags while Obi-Wan makes you both tea. You’ve both changed and taken your respective heat and rut blockers, but you no longer need to wear scent blockers should you not want to. Bonding eases the fluctuations that make Alpha and Omega scents so distracting for Jedi. For now, both of you have decided to go without while you settle into your new home.

“What does this say, darling? It’s Haelan, isn’t it?” Obi-Wan asks, holding up one of the tail cuffs you’d been given by Master Sav Lasra long after his death.

“That was Master Aulo Bas’ tail cuff. It has his virtue name engraved on it. Shepherd. He acted as a guide to the next generation of Jedi at the temple on Ilum long ago, and was regarded as a very wise man who dedicated his life to younglings.” You explained, rubbing your thumb over the Haelan script. You gestured to each of the other three cuffs in order, “This was Master Xyla Wellar’s. Her virtue name was Mirth. It is said that she was always smiling in battle, and relished the chance to make anyone laugh. The next was Master Sav Lasra’s, and his virtue name was Justice. He was known as someone who defended the weak, and helped those he rescued to resettle themselves. The last cuff belonged to Master Tasine Ro, whose virtue name was Valor. She was a powerful Guardian who faced unwinnable odds with a bravery that inspired those around her. She was said to be able to inspire her troops with her Force signature alone.”

Obi-Wan listens intently, holding each cuff with its due reverence in a way that softens your heart. You put them back in their box, tucking it away in one of your bags, then lifting his hand up to kiss his knuckles. He hands you a cup of tea before collecting his own from your night table, and you both sit in silence for a moment as you drink your fill, delighting in the peace of your home.

“Anakin will be returning soon.” Obi-Wan says with a fond smile, “Master Yoda sent him on a small quest to the lower levels when he was alerted to our arrival time, to give us a chance to settle.”

You nod, excitement rising in your gut. You’ve missed your Sprout.

“Well, I suppose we should get going then. Do you think he’ll be happy to live with us?” You ask, and he laughs.

“He’ll be annoyed that he won’t be able to run to your chambers to escape me, but he’ll be happy to have you so close. He’s always more balanced when you’re around.” Obi-Wan comments, and you can’t help but beam at what you consider a very high compliment. You both finish packing, heading towards the chambers he shares with Anakin, and it is as Obi-Wan is letting you comb beard oil through his facial hair that you feel your son’s Force signature distantly. You both smile, and you give his cheeks a gentle rub to dry the excess oil, then smush a kiss to his brow, getting up from the couch to wait. The door slides open in a rush, and your sweet Sprout enters the room in a swirl of cloaks and panting breath, clearly having run the whole way.

“Hi Sprout!” You barely have time to open your arms before Anakin has slammed into you, gathering you against his lean but strong frame and burying his face in your shoulder. You hear a soft ‘oof’ before feeling your Omega pressed into your side, and you giggle, imagining the faux disgruntled look on Obi-Wan’s face as Ani pulls him into a group hug.

“I was so worried.” Anakin mumbles against your shoulder, and you stroke his hair soothingly, covering him in kisses.

“We’re perfectly fine, Ani. More then. But we both missed you so much.” You reply gently, and Obi-Wan nods, surprising you when he kisses the top of Anakin’s head. Clearly it surprises your Sprout as well, but you feel him melt in your arms, and his face is hot against your skin. He nuzzles your scent gland, and you sigh, running your fingers over his Padawan braid.

“Can I rebraid this for you, Sprout?” You ask, and Anakin nods against your neck, rubbing his face there for a second to wipe away his tears in a way that isn’t very subtle, but clearly makes him feel better, so you don’t complain. Obi-Wan gathers Anakin into another quick hug before letting him go, and you lead your boy to the settee, sitting on the edge of it while he sits on the floor in front of you. Obi-Wan takes his place beside you, helping you with Anakin’s braid, holding the many beads and bands you both have gifted him.

“While we were stuck on that moon, some things happened. Did the Council already speak to you about this?” Obi-Wan asks, and Anakin nods.

“They said that you didn’t have your blockers, but you were okay after the crash. They said… that you guys are Force mates.” The young Padawan replies, his voice hesitant but not upset. He knew you all stood on the precipice of change, but he wasn’t sure what kind, and whether he would like it.

“That’s true. How do you feel about that?” You ask, and Anakin contemplates that for a moment before shrugging.

“I mean, I’m not exactly surprised. You both have been in love since I’ve met you.”

That draws a laugh from you, and you give the apple of his cheek a gentle pinch.

“Well, aren’t you wise? You know this doesn’t change the way we feel about you, right, Sprout? I’ve always loved you like you’re my own, and no one and nothing could ever change that.” You murmur, adding a violet band to the end of his braid to represent the joining together of your pack.

“The Council has given us access to new chambers, where all three of us could live together. When Mercy chooses a Padawan, we have room for them as well. There’s even a spare, should you perhaps choose to stay with us long enough to have your own Padawan.” Obi-Wan offers, and you can see the peach blooming in Anakin’s tanned cheeks at the thought. He can recognize the offer there, the room being made for him in your pack, and the extension of that offer to anyone he brings with him. He leans his head against Obi-Wan’s knee, and you huff playfully since you now have to stretch to reach his braid.

“I’d like that.” Anakin says with a soft finality, and you finish with his hair, lifting it to show Obi-Wan. He strokes his fingers over it, nodding approvingly, leaning across to gently kiss you behind your son’s head. Ani groans, and you laugh as you break the kiss, giving your son’s shoulders a squeeze.

“Go get your things, Sprout. I’d like to get us all moved in tonight, so we can have dinner together.” You give him a gentle push on the back, and he sighs, beleaguered, as he gets off the floor and heads to his room. Obi-Wan leans over for another kiss, and you snort, pecking him quickly before nodding your head towards his room, “Go, dearheart.”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes but stands up, heading towards his bedroom door, his charming sass in full swing, “Goodness, so bossy.”

[mayxthexforce]

@mutatiio said:

he was unaware of his own curiosities until this very opportunity arose. he's denying it still as he rummages through compartments, through mostly meaningless things - first aid kits, loose tools and rations. when mere moments from giving up, from finally convincing himself he doesn't care or even WANT to find something, he opens the final drawer.

unremarkable. the only word for it. it's simple. fits well in his hand, as many blades do - it's what they're designed for. a textured hilt and unimpressive length. unmarred teeth near the bottom of the blade - still perfect. this weapon has not seen much - if any - use. further up, there's a raised circular design. it's so simple. boring, really. so why would kenobi keep it hidden away - protected. and why does he even have it?? with the use of the force and his lightsaber, what need was there??

maul considers the dagger, twisting his wrist to inspect from the other side. still boring.

Admittedly, he should have been a bit more hesitant to leave Maul alone on his ship. Should have foreseen that leaving his... rival? unsupervised wouldn't lead to anything good. But Captain Rex was calling him with need about how Anakin's mission was going, and Obi-Wan didn't want to add further stress to Anakin by having his captain tell him about how he'd seen him with Maul. It was also the kind of secret he didn't want to force upon Rex. The captain already had enough with Anakin's, even if Anakin wasn't at all good at keeping his secrets- well, secret.

Whatever he'd been about to tell Maul about when he walked back into the ship completely vacated his mind the moment the familiar blade caught the light, seizing his attention.

To say that Obi-Wan looked as if he'd seen a ghost would be an understatement. With the look on his face, one would assume that Maul had stabbed him with the vibroblade, when in reality all he's doing is standing there, inspecting it, holding it. Obi-Wan's mouth feels dry, his chest feels tight and his throat refuses to pass air for a full minute. He's taken punches to the torso that have left him way less breathless than the mere sight of Maul holding Cerasi's vibroblade does.

Finally, Obi-Wan manages to tear his eyes off the dagger to meet Maul's, and after a moment, he finds his voice.

"Give it back."

He doesn't even think about not sounding like that knife means the world to him. Later, he will regret this unchecked burst of panic in his voice. For now, all he can think about is the fact that it's Cerasi's dagger, being held by someone else– not even the fact that it's Maul, just that somebody else is touching it at all makes his stomach twist with something that he's spent so long keeping from surfacing. Something that's now bubbling up.

"Maul," the way he says the other's name is almost angry. A warning. "Give it back."

[mischievouschan4]

WIP Wednesday - Lawyer!AU (Obikin)

Trying to keep this up for the third week in a row! Another rendition of “what I’d like to write as a full fic but don’t have the brain space, so it’s just going to be classified as a WIP and posted on Wednesday” lol 🙈

Get ready for allllllll the fluff!

It’s Obikin this week (SFW)~~

Anakin snuggles into Obi-Wan's side after a long day of packing as they settle in for the night. They're getting ready to head out on a two week vacation abroad in the morning, and it had taken FOREVER for Anakin to pick out their outfits.

We need to be coordinated for the cute photos, babe!

Obi-Wan had nodded sagely and obediently went back to organizing their toiletries, leaving Anakin to fret work in peace. Divide and conquer and all that.

But it's finally sorted now, and Anakin just wants to enjoy some nice cuddles before sleeping.

In bed, Obi-Wan shifts obligingly to accommodate Anakin's bulk and turns his head to kiss the younger man's temple on autopilot. It warms Anakin to the core, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought of how sweet Obi-Wan is with him...even if said man is still tapping away at his phone when Anakin is clearly vying for his attention...

Anakin stifles a sigh. By now, he is used to this to a certain extent, but it definitely took a LOT of heated discussion (read: crying and yelling) and emotional support (read: Padme frantically playing middle woman) at the beginning of their relationship before Anakin could even comprehend why this was an issue.

You see, Obi-Wan just so happens to be one of the most sought after corporate liability lawyers in all of Coruscant City. His employer, Jedi Inc, represents almost 80% of the HoloNet 500's top companies, and he is a busy busy man. And unlike Anakin, a senior test pilot for the Republic Engineering Corporation, Obi-Wan doesn't have the privilege of just leaving his work at work. Anakin has spent many a night bringing snacks and hot tea to their home office while Obi-Wan toils away into the early hours of the morning.

Ever the caring partner, Obi-Wan is, of course, apologetic about his inability to give Anakin his undivided attention all the time, but it’s only because Obi-Wan is proud of his work and wants to give it his best effort. It had taken some time for Anakin to come to terms with this aspect of how Obi-Wan wants to prioritize his time. But on the flip side, Obi-Wan has also made progress in leaps and bounds when it comes to adjusting that mindset, having come to the realization that there is indeed much more to life than winning cases. Obi-Wan has the sexiest man in Coruscant in his bed for Force's sake, a fact he is incredibly grateful for.

"Are you seriously working right now?" Anakin asks with a pout.

Obi-Wan pauses and turns to kiss Anakin again, this time on the younger man's cheek, and he sighs, "No, darling, believe it or not. I'm actually just trying to look for the email with our chauffeur's information. They're supposed to pick us up once we land, but I didn’t see the booking confirmation come through."

It’s Anakin's turn to sigh. "Did you use your work email again?"

Obi-Wan chuckles sheepishly. Even though he checks his work email religiously, Obi-Wan still isn’t able to keep up with everything, and sometimes things get lost when his executive assistant files things away in the complicated system she has going on. It’s far too late in the night to text her to ask where she might have saved this one.

Anakin tugs the phone out of Obi-Wan's hands and starts to do his own search. (Obi-Wan never lets Anakin look at his work email from his laptop, but the phone screen is small enough that the previews don't show any confidential information, so he allows it sparingly.)

Anakin tries a few keywords:

"confirmation"

"reservation"

Nothing relevant comes up (mostly just hotel and flight bookings for Obi-Wan's numerous work trips). But then he tries:

"receipt"

And a single subject line at the bottom of the screen catches his eye.

[Order fulfilled] Final receipt for your custom Cartier order No. 501212...

Anakin's fingers freeze over the touch screen. Because holy shit. HOLY SHIT. His breath catches in his throat.

Anakin will fully admit that he only knows the bare minimum about carats and bands and shapes and luster, but even he recognizes the brand name of one of the top jewelry companies in the world. And a custom order at this stage of their relationship can mean only one thing...

Okay, so it’s not completely out of the blue, the two of them have talked about marriage seriously many times, and it's clear that it's more a matter of "when" and not "if" for both of them. They've even casually looked at some rings together. But!!! To know that it's going to be a sure thing? That forever is going to become more that just a possibility? Anakin's heart beat thunders in his ears.

As quickly as he can get over his shock, Anakin deletes the word 'receipt' and tries 'pick-up' instead. There are a few results that look promising, so Anakin passes the phone back to Obi-Wan with slightly shaky hands and tries his best to pretend like nothing's happened. He doesn't want Obi-Wan to feel bad that his surprise is ruined, after all.

But Anakin has never been good at concealing his emotions, especially from the people he cares about.

So after a few moments of tension-filled silence where Anakin knows and Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows and Anakin knows that Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows, he breaks out into the widest grin that's ever graced his face. Anakin smiles until his cheeks can't possibly stretch any further and an ecstatic squeal escapes him.

He turns so that he's laying half on top of Obi-Wan and gazing into his lover's anxious face. Anakin can't help it, he's just so happy! Obi-Wan loves HIM! He wants Anakin! Forever! No returns allowed! Anakin can feel his cheeks flushing a bright red in his excitement.

Despite Obi-Wan’s initial dismay at the untimely spoiler, the sight of the younger man's unfiltered joy washes away any misgivings Obi-Wan has, and he slowly relaxes, accepting the fact that the tooka cat is officially out of the crate now.

"Is it here?" Anakin asks in a whisper, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Obi-Wan chuckles and nods, starting to feel his own excitement build.

"Is it somewhere in our bags?" Anakin follows-up.

Another nod, this time accompanied by a sly grin.

Anakin squeals again and buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck. The younger man kicks his feet adorably, making a mess of their shared duvet, but unable to contain the adrenalin coursing through him.

Obi-Wan wraps his arms around Anakin's shaking body and rubs a soothing hand up and down the younger man's broad back. He can tell Anakin is happy, and that's all Obi-Wan can ever wish for.

"Okay," Anakin says after he's calmed down a little. "Okay, okay! I just want you to know, I love you so much, Obi-Wan. So so so much. And, I promise I won't ask about anything else, but just in case, I want you to know that I love you and that I can't wait."

A matching grin graces Obi-Wan's features at Anakin's confession, and his eyes crinkle in the way that indicates he's smiling a broad, genuine smile. "I know, sweetheart, and I love you too."

---

Everything ends up working out with their chauffer.

And Obi-Wan doesn't wait long to pop the question once they land at their destination, knowing Anakin will appreciate having the rest of their trip to maximize the celebrations and take advantage of every opportunity to show off to anyone and everyone who would give him the time of day.

Obi-Wan had spent months organizing with the resort they are staying at to arrange for a private beachside proposal. Everything had been so perfectly coordinated. Does it matter that the whole operation was spoiled by an email snafu? Obi-Wan refuses to let it. It’s all about the mindset, and if Anakin is happy, then Obi-Wan is happy too.

So on the second day of their trip, after a day of swimming in the beach, Obi-Wan tells Anakin to freshen up before dinner and smiles enigmatically at the younger man's pleading eyes. Patience, he'd whispered and patted Anakin's bum to get him moving.

When it gets closer to sunset, Obi-Wan threads Anakin's fingers in between his own and leads his love down a secret staircase at the back of the hotel property. It leads down to a small private beach with white sand and picturesque rolling waves. Their way down is lined with sweet smelling flower bushes and affords them an exquisite view of the glittering water at golden hour.

Anakin looks positively ethereal in the sunlight, and Obi-Wan wishes that he could capture the image forever (before he remembers that he'd hired a whole team of videographers to record the entire thing from multiple angles and reminds himself to just enjoy the moment). Obi-Wan was worried he would be more disappointed that the element of surprise was missing, but in actuality, knowing the ending affords both of them the opportunity to fully appreciate every detail along the way without any distracting nervousness.

When they reach the sand, they toe off their shoes, and Obi-Wan leads them to a picnic area set up with fairy lights, a romantic dinner with finger foods, and flowers, lots and lots of flowers. (Anakin grew up in an arid, desert city, so flowers are now one of his favorite things). There's a bluetooth speaker hidden somewhere playing a relaxing instrumental track.

As Anakin is busy admiring the spread, Obi-Wan gets down on one knee and presents the innocuous red velvet box that has sparked so much anticipation over the last few days. He holds it open and watches Anakin's face light up when he turns around, not at the sight of the ring in his hands, Obi-Wan notes distantly, but at Obi-Wan himself. Tears gather in Anakin's eyes as he gazes, riveted, into Obi-Wan's face.

"Anakin-"

"YES!" the younger man shouts preemptively.

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I haven't even asked you anything!"

"Sorry!" Anakin apologizes even though he clearly doesn't mean it at all. He's still smiling giddily and holding a hand over his mouth as if he needs the physical reminder to keep quiet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat to stifle his grin and tries again. "Anakin, my darling," Obi-Wan says, voice suddenly rough as he fights off the urge to cry as well. Everything is just so perfect. "You've been the Light of my life, my Chosen one, from the moment we met. You've stuck with me through all the ups and downs these past seven years, and I have felt our love grow at every turn. You are my Peace, my Freedom, and I can't imagine a future without you. Will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"Yes!" Anakin shouts again as he jumps up and down, crashing down into Obi-Wan to hug him before getting up to jump some more, yelling his enthusiastic "I do's" the entire time.

Obi-Wan wipes his eyes and carefully cradles Anakin's left hand to slip the ring on. It's a bit of a struggle with how much Anakin is moving, but it's a perfect fit.

Once Anakin sees the band slide on, he full-on tackles the older man, barreling into Obi-Wan with arms and legs wrapping around his lover and knocking them both to the ground. Obi-Wan isn't sure that Anakin has even looked at the design of the ring once. Silly boy, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, but it’s just like Anakin to overlook the little details in the hurricane of his enthusiasm. It’s alright, Obi-Wan knows. We’ll look at it more closely together later. He’d designed it especially for them, after all. A pair of wings, twined around each other as they circle the star in the center, a gorgeously inset marquise diamond.

"I'm so happy, Obi-Wan," Anakin cries. "This was so perfect, oh my god, I'm so happy I could die."

Obi-Wan sits both of them up and kisses his now fiancé once. Twice. Before pulling back to admire how absolute bliss looks on his lover's radiant face. Stunning. Just stunning. The bright flush of Anakin's cheeks, his golden halo of hair, his sparkling blue eyes. Obi-Wan can't help but kiss Anakin again.

"There is one more thing," Obi-Wan says as he gets to his feet, extending a hand for Anakin. "Before you hypothetically die, I require your signature."

Anakin clings to Obi-Wan's arm as they make their way back to the picnic area where, along with all the food on the table, Anakin also notices a rather large, flat wooden box.

Obi-Wan props the lid open and Anakin throws his head back, practically howling with laughter, at the contents inside. It's so Obi-Wan that Anakin's chest hurts from the fondness that threatens to burst forth, too big and too exuberant to be contained by his rib cage any longer. It's a contract. For their engagement.

"Darling, you must understand," Obi-Wan says, mirth evident in his eyes and bubbling up in his voice. "I'll need more than a verbal commitment for your agreement to stand, only a contract can be binding."

Anakin reads the words on the single sheet of paper inside the box as he leans his weight against Obi-Wan. His Obi-Wan. His fiancé!!!

"On this day, the __ of __ _____ , this Exclusive Engagement Agreement ("The Engagement") is hereby entered into by the Promisor, the undersigned, who does commit to a concordance of marriage with the Promisee ("Obi-Wan Kenobi") upon presentation and exchange of goods and services ("The Engagement Ring" and "The Proposal," respectively). The Promisor does further agree to participate in a binding ceremony to legally recognize the union of the two individuals, the Promisor and the Promisee, within an appropriate timeframe deemed acceptable by both parties at a later date."

There is a line at the bottom for Anakin to print and sign his name. The pen is also provided.

Anakin does his best to scribble today’s date and his signature on the paper given that one arm seems to be permanently wrapped around Obi-Wan, and he turns to kiss the older man again as soon as he finishes. It's almost an addiction at this point. He wants to kiss Obi-Wan forever.

A thought occurs to Anakin suddenly, and he thinks of the perfect way to let Obi-Wan know just how much he appreciates and respects that law will be an irrevocable part of their lives. He’s picked up a thing or two over the years.

Anakin pulls back from their kiss reluctantly and says with a smirk, "Mr. Kenobi, thank you for the thorough preparation of today's paperwork. Before we conclude our business, I must insist on receiving a copy of this contract for my own records."

Delight flits across Obi-Wan's face as he gives a hearty laugh of his own. "That's very good, sweetheart. We'll make a lawyer of you yet!"

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Today’s drabble is inspired by:

this Tumblr post

a recent conversation I had with my lawyer friend about her brother’s engagement (how saying “yes” is only a verbal commitment)

the last chapter of my holy grail Suits fanfic, Pizza and a Movie, re: asking for a signed copy of the documentation

FYI, I am by no means a lawyer, so please don't come at me for my sad attempt at legalese.

Also, please let me know if you found some easter eggs throughout LOL there were some ironic ones in Obi-Wan’s proposal speech 🤣

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1B, MATCH 5 OUT OF 8!

Cause of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Beru Lars

Cause of Death: Murdered by Storm Troopers

Propaganda:

Killed offscreen by stormtroopers and never mentioned again

Padmé Amidala

Cause of Death: Childbirth & "losing the will to live"

Propaganda:

SW (especially older SW) is not great with women. Padmé has so so so much potential, but after Phantom Menace, mostly gets reduced to Anakin's love interest. And it's not even a good romance. And then she dies of heartbreak? Like, I think that's stated to be what killed her. It wasn't the assault from her husband who ~lost his temper~, it was the heartbreak. And her final words are like "I know there's still good in him" or some shit. Like, girl, he killed you.

Satine Kryze

Cause of Death: Force choked & stabbed

Propaganda:

She was a competent character with solid rapport with Obi-Wan, as well as a seasoned politician trying to maintain peace during a tumultuous time. But all that seemed to matter was her connection to Obi-Wan, as Maul killed her just to make him sad, and when he wasn't immediately trying to kill Maul, he tossed him in jail. Her death happened solely because Maul was a petty jerk to Kenobi.

She was basically killed because Maul wanted to make Obi-Wan suffer. On top of that, half the fandom hates her for reasons they made up in their heads that have no basis in the actual show or canon.

[merlyn-bane]

SubCody Week Day Six

Cody/Obi-Wan/Kit Fisto. Prompts for DP, Subspace, and "Say it. Tell me what you want, Cody."

@subcodyweek

Expanding Horizons (6094 words) by MerlynBane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Kit Fisto, Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1004 | Gree, CC-2224 | Cody & ARC Commander Colt, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-10/994 Gray Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto, CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-1010 | Fox, CC-1004 | Gree, ARC Commander Colt (Star Wars), CC-10/994 | Grey Additional Tags: Bottom CC-2224 | Cody, Submissive CC-2224 | Cody, Top Kit Fisto, Dominant Kit Fisto, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, He's Vers Okay, Threesome - M/M/M, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Subspace, Speculative Nautolan Biology, Nautolan Biology (Star Wars), Sexual Experimentation, Spice (Star Wars), Recreational Drug Use, just a tiny bit though, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Aromantic Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asexual Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Little Shit, CC-2224 | Cody is a Little Shit, Kit Fisto is a little shit, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Queer platonic relationships, Queer Platonic Codywan, kind of, sibling shenanigans, Brotherly Bullshit, Subcody week, SubCody Week 2023, Marshall Commander Cody's Slut Era Series: Part 5 of They Told Me I Couldn't Bag A Jedi (And I Took That Personally) Summary: That just makes the insufferable man giggle harder, taking several minutes until he’s regained enough composure to actually respond. “So who do you think you’ll be pursuing next, my dear Commander?” Cody scoffs at the question but finds himself seriously considering his answer anyway. He hasn’t actually thought about it with any sort of intentionality before now—Kenobi and Vos had been spontaneous, and Luminara had come to him. Even Windu was mostly a case of things just sort of happening to work out the way they did. “I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve already been with baseline human males and females. I think I’d like to try something else—maybe some non-standard dick?” Obi-Wan is suddenly grinning wickedly at him, and Cody can’t help but eye the other man warily. “What?” “Fear not, dear, I think I may have just the being in mind.” Obi-Wan’s still grinning as he reaches over to pat Cody’s pec twice and then he’s rolling out of bed, ducking down to collect his threadbare lounge pants off the floor, and Cody narrows his eyes at him suspiciously as he ties them around his waist. “On one condition, though, I’m afraid. I’d very much like to play, too.” or Cody's Slut Era™ Is Equal Opportunity

[ashes0909]

1 and 17 for the writer asks!

1. the last sentence you wrote

The last sentence I wrote in a current WIP was in an upcoming Stony fic:

The title never failed to bring a blush to Steve’s cheeks, and because of that Tony used it far more than he should. 

The last sentence I wrote while editing an-about-to-be posted Obikin fic:

Gathering up more courage than he’d felt all afternoon, Obi-Wan let his eyes drop to the part of Anakin they were currently discussing. “It appears the ‘finest part of you’ is starting to enjoy the attention.” 

17. talk about your writing and editing process

My writing process is usually to have a handful of projects I'm actively working on - these have either been inspired by prompts, events like big bangs and bingos, or from my own brain. Then I usually just pick which ever one is inspiring me the most to dive in and write (unfortunately, it's usually the one furthest from my nearest deadline...)

When actively writing, I either have background TV or YT or something on and it takes me hours to manage a few hundred words OR I put on my headphones and Vitamin String Quartet and do a sprint, which gets me a few hundred words in fifteen minutes. It's a process :D I generally write from beginning to end, though sometimes I'll shoehorn in a new scene or expand of something I initially exposition-ed over originally.

Editing is mostly just going through the work again from top to bottom and changing wording for readability reasons. I then send it off to @festiveferret for beta or, if I'm feeling naughty, post it "raw".

Thanks so much for the asks! These are fun!

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