#like that’s genuinely a horrifying fate and i’m desperately hoping someone can raise him cause that’s not fair

[moonlightmagical]

buddy dawn cannot raise himself from the grave.

buddy dawn is not a chosen one.

buddy dawn is a child.

buddy dawn was manipulated by organized religion through no fault of his own, most likely since he was born.

buddy dawn had his throat slit by people he probably considered good friends.

buddy dawn is kristen applebees in a different—worse—life.

buddy dawn is dead, and there’s a good fucking chance helio won’t answer his questions.

[duxhess-kryzewan]

uh, I thought maybe... Obi-Wan and Satine doing some exercises together and someone walk in at an awkward moment 😏

- Lessons - 

Author Note: I cheated a bit with this one. I couldn’t come up with a decent story line for simply exercise, so I tweaked this a bit. I hope it still works for what you were looking for and that you like it. - "Aren't you the one who told me only days ago that just because you're a pacifist doesn't mean you won't defend yourself?"

She glares, "Hence the deactivator, and I'm normally accompanied by armed guards."

He looks around, "You aren't now."

"You're the most qualified armed guard of them all," She counters, nodding her head towards the lightsaber clipped to his waist, "Another reason I shouldn't have to sit through a self defense lesson."

She watches as he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he does, "Please just let me show you the basics."

There's something about the concern in his eyes that makes her concede; how could she say no? Not when he's looking at her like that certainly.

"Fine."

He smiles at her, "Now I know that physical combat isn't very becoming for a Duchess, but I'm gonna need you to listen to what I tell you to do, understand?"

She nods.

"Now given the fact that you refuse to carry any kind of weapon, you're going to have to rely on hand to hand combat, which means you'll have to play to your strengths."

He steps behind her and wraps a hand around her elbow, "Now, if someone were to come up behind you your best bet is to use your elbow. It's the hardest point of your body and given the right circumstances can cause a good bit of damage."

He guides her elbow gently to his ribcage, "The chest is always a good target," he mutters in her ear. The sensation of his breath tickles the skin on her neck and she hopes he can't feel the shiver that ran through her.

He spins her around so she's facing him, the distance between them almost non-existent and she can see the slight blush on his cheeks from the proximity. For his sake, she takes a small step back.

"There are six vulnerable points on the body," he tells her, "Eyes, throat, nose, chest, groin, and knee. One swift hit with an elbow to any of those and you should be good," he smiles slyly at her, "Going for their throat should be easy, you are a politician after all."

She glares, "Hush."

He laughs and it's one of the first genuine laughs she's heard from him since the day he landed on Mandalore and she can't help the flutter of adoration in her chest at the sound.

They continue like this for the better part of an hour; she listening intently as he demonstrated any and all manners of defense that she would be capable of. More than once he would playful poke fun at her Mandalorian heritage.

"I know you have a bit more fight in you than that."

He steps behind her again, his chest pressed to her back and she tries her best to keep her breathing steady. How someone can have such an affect on her after all these years, she'll never know.

His arms loop around her, his grip gentle but firm and another shiver shoots through her at the contact. Certainly he had to know what he was doing to her, right?

"Now," he says, "Best way to fend off an attacker is to get them on the ground. You want to stun them enough that you have time to get away."

"And what do you suggest, Master Kenobi?"

It was meant to be teasing, but there was an undeniably quiver to her voice and she mentally kicks herself for it. Not that she could be entirely to blame; he was practically breathing the words down her neck and it made her brain do all sorts of questionable things.

"Take them out at the knees," he tells her, "Think about everything I showed you, what would be the best way to get me on the ground?"

She thinks of her scuffle - she's taken to calling it that if only to lighten the situation to herself - with Tal Merrick. Getting the gun from him had been easier than she would have ever thought. Perhaps there would always be some fight in her blood despite her best efforts.

"Think Satine." He mutters in her ear, "What's the first thing you do?​"

She takes a deep breath and swings her elbow back, pressing it into his ribcage like he had demonstrated before. His arms drop from her, giving her just enough time to turn and sweep her leg under his knees and knocking him to the floor.

"You went easy on me." She notes, smiling down at him.

He chuckles, "You wouldn't stand a chance if I really tried."

"I recall you talking about my Mandalorian blood only moments ago," she counters, "Perhaps you underestimate me."

He raises an eyebrow, "You executed it very well, but you did forget something crucial."

The smile she had been wearing drops, "What's that?"

He grins wickedly at her, "You left yourself open."

In an instant, he sweeps his leg underneath her own and knocks her clean off her feet.

She fights to keep her balance but ultimately succumbs to her fate and comes crashing down on top of him.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi!" She shouts, "That wasn't fair."

He flips her over - if only to annoy her more - on her back and pins her hands above her head.

"Now what would you do?"

She huffs, "Knee to the groin, since my elbows are immobilized. Do you want a demonstration of that?"

It was his turn to glare, "I think I believe you well enough, no need to show me."

She's suddenly very aware of the position they're in; with her hands pinned above her head and his mouth so dangerously close to hers. The warmth of his breath dances across her cheeks and she's sure she's blushing profusely.

"Are you satisfied with my newfound self defense tactics?" She finds herself whispering.

"I'd be more satisfied if I knew you'd use them, but force knows you'd rather let yourself be killed than injure another." He says, voice just as soft as hers and she realizes that he's just as flushed.​

She's beyond sure he's going to kiss her, "Excuse me for not carrying around something as barbaric as-"​

"Hey Obi-Wan, have you seen Ahsoka - oh."

They both look towards the now open door where Anakin stood, arms crossed and not bothering to hide the amusement on his face.

"We, uh..." Obi-Wan sputters, trying desperately to explain.

"I don't need to know," Anakin quickly responds, "I'll go check with Master Windu. You two have fun with...whatever 'exercise' you're doing."

Though she can't be sure, she's almost positive she saw the former Padawan biting back a laugh as she shuffled out of the doors and she knows that he's never going to let them live the incident down. ​

"He's going to be the death of me.​" Obi-Wan says, releasing her hands and helping her up into a sitting position.

She stares at the space his former Padawan had occupied, both grateful and horrified it was him who found them in such a compromising position. Certainly there would have been more explanation needed had it not been him, but now they were going to be subjected to his relentless teasing, which was arguably worse.

Had she not been so focused on subsiding her own embarrassment she might have seen Obi-Wan reach for her. But she had been, and she hadn't even so much as notice that he suddenly was much closer to her than before. Not until he had all but pulled her flush against him.

"What-"

She's silenced when he kisses her. Gone were the days of the timid and unsure Padawan she had grown to love. There was such a sureness to him, such solidness. It sends such a flurry of emotions through her and she all but forgets that they had just been caught in a less than appropriate position by Anakin.

She's blissfully dazed when he releases her and it takes her more than a few seconds to come back to reality.

"What was that for?"

He grins, "You left yourself open."