#obi-wan on a phone call with ahsoka: im pregnant

[tennessoui]

I love absolutely all of your AUs but I have a huge soft spot for the road-trip AU, the way they both almost get what they want and both chicken out of telling the other about their feelings multiple times is making me stare at the air and sigh

I think I could never ever ever be friends with either Anakin or Obi-Wan from the roadtrip au I think it would be insufferable and would test me in the worst ways. Imagine being Ahsoka. Imagine just having to be around that and knowing both your friends are in love with each other but you’ve been sworn to secrecy by both of them and usually you would tell them anyway, but at this point it’s sort of fascinating to see them act around each other and you need to see how this feelings revelation will play out.

Poor Ahsoka never really thought it would involve a baby. An actual small human that the two biggest idiots she knows now have to raise.

[jasontoddiefor]

If you’re still doing those short number/ship things, I’d love number 5 with Obikin

5. one night stand and falling pregnant au + obikin

Anakin is trans bc it’s pride month.

Anakin had always been a little careless, a little reckless, determined to show the world his teeth and bloody knuckles, let them know his name. He knew his behavior had worried his friends and family for the longest time. Hell, Anakin had fallen in with a bad crowd when he was younger, still aching for the sky, and thinking that maybe they could fix him.

It had taken a bit too long for him to learn there was nothing to be fixed, that he was whole as he was, perfectly flawed and human.

He’d built himself up from the ground again, one step at a time, therapy, a stable job in the field he’d actually done his degree in, a small apartment he loved.

Staring out of his kitchen window, Anakin sighed, as he watched the families on the street below go about their days. Technically speaking, Anakin was supposed to be at work as well, but he’d called in sick. He’d have to go back to work tomorrow. His boss would be understanding if he just explained the situation, Kit was nice like that, but Anakin didn’t want to waste another day indecisive. Deadlines, stress, and pressure helped Anakin get things done, and he definitely needed to finally write that stupid email.

He looked back at his laptop where his half-written email was still taunting him.

From: a.skywalker@/gmail.com To: o.kenobi@/uni-coruscant.com Subject: That One Saturday at Outlander

Dear Obi-Wan Kenobi,

I’m sorry I’m messaging you via your university account, but I didn’t have your phone number and this was the only way I could think of contacting you. My name is Anakin Skywalker, we met a couple weeks ago at the Outlander bar. I’m writing you concerning ????

The possibility of having a child. That is related to me.

Remember how we had sex and totally used a condom yeah

Concerning im pregnant??? Real good skywalker

At least we weren’t drunk and consenting adults?

My sister yelled at me for sleeping w/ her lit proferssor by the way

I haven’t had a stable relationship in years how do you feel about co parenting a baby in like 7 months

Oh my god I don’t even know if I want to keep the baby

I figured this out like 2 days ago. Do you, by chance, have any bastards running around and experienced this movie clichee situation and can tell me how we should advance

OKAY ALSO LIKE how was I supposed to know you were Ahsoka’S literature professor???? She called you like Old and you’re NOT

There’s a book about this exact dumbass scenario I’m sure

Bet you sleeping with cis guys never results in a problem like this.

Call mom????

Padmé has a business degree she could write this for me

I fucking hate emails

Hi, I’m pregnant, it's yours, and, as you can tell by the bullet points of whatever the fuck I should write here, slightly freaking out

Would you be amendable to meeting up? My phone number is 0171 3982733 if you prefer communicating via text.

Kind regards,

Anakin Skywalker

Groaning, Anakin shoved his laptop away from him. How could this possibly be so difficult? Informing a random attractive one night stand of the consequences of their actions should not disrupt him so.

“Or what do you think?” Anakin asked his cat out loud. Threepio only purred in exchange when Anakin began to pet the anxious rescue cat. He had definitely sensed that something was wrong with Anakin lately, sticking close to him and snuggling up to him even more than usual. The cat’s antics at least brought a smile to his face.

“Come here,” Anakin said and, as if understanding him, Threepio promptly walked closer to Anakin.

Across his laptop.

Hitting all kinds of keys.

Anakin turned as white as a sheet as his drafted email suddenly disappeared from the screen.

“Oh, no, no, no,” he muttered, stood up from his chair so quickly that it clattered to the ground, startling Threepio so badly that the cat rushed away. “Oh, no. Please just be deleted, please just be deleted.”

Anakin pulled up his email window again, and there, sitting accusingly in the sent messages box, was his email.

Successfully delivered to one Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He was so screwed.